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Karen's Bitch Training
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

An attractive but frigid young woman kicks her husband 
out of the house. She is soon a victim of the same 
young black man that is abusing her teenage daughter. 
This is a very rough story, not for the feint of heart. 
(Mdom+/Ff, nc, intr, rough, beast, s&m, bd, ws)

***

I was sitting in my dark living room sipping on a mixed 
drink and fuming. It was nearly midnight. Because my 
fifteen year old daughter had been caught sneaking out 
in the past I had checked her room before I went to bed 
and found that she was out again. Now I was sitting in 
the dark and staring at the clock on the VCR and 
waiting for her to come home so that I could kill her. 
Well, not really. But I was furious and she was going 
to know it.

In the last year it seemed like my entire life was just 
going to hell. My husband and I had split up. Well, I 
kicked him out. All we ever did was fight anymore. We 
fought about everything. We fought about money and sex 
and the best way to raise our teenage daughter. We 
fought about the house and the cars and the bills and 
my shopping habits.  But mostly we fought about sex. 
Towards the end neither one of us seemed to have a 
civil word for the other. 

I would like to be able to say that our problems were 
entirely my husband's fault. That would not be 
accurate. I realized even while it was happening that 
it was mostly my fault. Not entirely. But mostly. 

I can't tell you why I made no effort to even meet him 
half way. It isn't that I didn't love him anymore. I 
still love him and I think that he still loves me. We 
just couldn't stay in the same house any longer. 

I have to admit that I have nearly spent us into the 
poorhouse. I must be one of those compulsive shoppers. 
I spent more money than we had every month and the more 
my husband yelled at me about it the more I spent.

As for the sex, I have never been very fond of sex. It 
always seemed so dirty, so demeaning. In the beginning 
I kept my feelings to myself and did what I could to 
make it pleasurable for my husband. But soon after our 
daughter was born I lost all interest and it became 
more difficult to allow myself to be used that way. And 
long before our relationship had devolved into a good 
imitation of the warm up to a bout of professional 
wrestling I had become untouchable. I have to admit 
though that once the sex stopped altogether it was a 
relief for me. I miss having a man around sometimes. I 
miss being held and having someone to cuddle up to. But 
I don't miss the sex.

After a particularly loud and mean spirited argument 
one evening I insisted that my husband leave and not 
come back. The second thoughts didn't start until he 
had been gone for a few days. 

We both have lawyers now. We are going through what 
they call a trial separation. Our daughter is staying 
with me but she blames me for the breakup. We are only 
just barely able to be in the same room long enough to 
eat dinner. 

Lori is two months away from turning sixteen. She is a 
beautiful girl in the body of a beautiful young woman. 
She is intelligent but far too headstrong. Her 
resentment since I threw her dad out has begun to 
fester into open hostility. That hostility has lead to 
fights that are reminiscent of the arguments that I was 
having with her father before he left. She has become 
all but unmanageable. She has started to dress like a 
slut and on several occasions I have caught her 
sneaking back into the house after midnight. If I 
didn't need the child support money that I'm getting 
from her father I'd send her off to live with him. 
Unfortunately my job doesn't pay well enough to support 
my shopping habits without the extra money I get from 
him.

I am only thirty-two and I'm not ready to let myself 
go. I have a great figure and it is important to me 
that I dress well and that my wardrobe is stylish and 
current. My job as a secretary isn't the most 
satisfying or high paying job but it was the best that 
I could do when I started working after Lori entered 
the fourth grade. Since I didn't finished high school 
and I had never worked before I was pretty darned lucky 
to get that job.

I finally heard a noise at the front door and I heard 
my daughter sneaking in. I was all ready to start 
yelling at Lori. I didn't know what else I could do to 
punish her. She was already grounded but she ignored 
that. I had taken away her cell phone but she bought 
another with her own money. I have no idea where she 
got the money. 

I waited for Lori to come in so I could let her have it 
but she didn't. I heard noises from just inside the 
front door and I realized that she was with a boy and 
that they were making out by the door. 

I lost it. I stormed through the living room and into 
the foyer and when I saw the boy she was with I started 
screaming at them. Boy! Young man was more like it. He 
looked like he must surely be in his twenties. It was 
hard to tell though. I'm not that familiar with black 
people. It was hard for me to judge. 

This young black man had his arms around my fifteen 
year old daughter! His hands were on her backside and 
they were kissing, if you can call it that. It looked 
like they were trying to swallow each other! It was the 
most disgusting thing that I had ever seen.

I shrieked at them. I grabbed Lori's arm and jerked her 
away from that animal and when he turned to face me I 
slapped him as hard as I could.

I screamed at him to leave my house immediately and 
demanded that he never speak to my daughter again.

He stood there rubbing his cheek with his hand. He was 
glowering at me and towering over me. I suddenly was 
struck by just how large he was. He was at least six 
feet tall, probably a couple inches taller than that. 
He must have weighed well over two hundred pounds and 
there did not appear to be an ounce of fat on him. He 
was wearing a dark t-shirt and his muscles stuck out 
all over the place. His arms were huge.

Still, despite his rather amazing physique and his 
advanced age relative to my daughter, I was not yet 
aware of the peril I was in. I was in my house and he 
was the young man sneaking my daughter home at 
midnight. I was the mother and I was in charge. It 
wasn't until I saw the look in his eyes that I started 
to feel uncomfortable. 

He dropped his hand from his cheek and I saw the fury 
in his face and I realized at last that I was not in 
control here. I tried to bluff. I yelled at him to get 
out before I called the police. When this threat 
elicited nothing but a sneer from him I knew that I was 
in trouble.

I was just about to yell at him again, to demand that 
he leave. Before I could open my mouth Lori pulled her 
arm out of my grip and in a disturbingly quiet, calm, 
somewhat mocking voice she said, "Mother, I would like 
you to meet Kevin. He is my boyfriend. I guess you 
probably got that impression when you saw us."

Kevin and I were staring at each other in a battle of 
wills that I was starting to feel myself losing. We 
stared at each other in silence for what seemed like an 
eternity before he said, "I am going to overlook what 
you just did because I realize that you don't know any 
better. But you are going to experience a lot of pain 
if you are not a fast learner bitch. You don't ever hit 
me. You don't hit any man. You don't every raise your 
voice to me. You do not raise your voice to any man. 
Your daughter was right. You need to learn your place 
in the world just like she did."

I gasped loudly and exploded, "BITCH! Don't you dare 
come into my house and call me a name. How dare you! 
Get out! Get out this moment!"

The next thing I knew I was sitting on the floor 
holding my face and gasping for breath. He had hit me! 
No one had ever hit me before. Never! Not once in 
thirty-two years had anyone ever raised a hand to me. I 
was too shocked to even cry!

I sprang to my feet with the idea of attacking him and 
scratching his eyes out but somehow I found myself back 
on the floor rubbing my other cheek. I never even saw 
him move his arm!

I screamed and jumped up again and the next thing that 
I knew he had my arm twisted up behind my back and he 
was holding a handful of my hair and I was powerless.

Kevin slowly lifted my arm higher behind my back until 
I stopped struggling. I started to scream at him to 
release me but as soon as the first syllable left my 
lips he lifted my arm even further and my scream turned 
into a cry of pain. 

When I was finally subdued he pulled me close and 
calmly said, "You were warned bitch. Now you are going 
to have to be punished."

He turned to Lori and said, "I need some rope. Do you 
have any?"

Lori, as calm as can be, replied, "I think there is 
some in the garage. I'll get it."

As she turned away I called out, "Lori! What..."

That was as far as I got before Kevin lifted my arm and 
cut me off. He leaned forward and with his lips right 
at my ear he said, "Hush bitch. You are finally going 
to learn your place. It is a shame that people have 
spoiled you this way. You are such a pretty bitch."

I stood there, helpless and in shock as his lips moved 
lightly over my neck which had been exposed by his firm 
grip on my long, blonde hair. I started crying quietly 
but I think that I was crying more from the frustration 
I felt at being so totally helpless than anything else.

I wanted to scream at him to take his hands off of me, 
to take his lips off of me. The nerve of this young 
man! But until he turned me loose I didn't dare make a 
sound. 

I was feeling so violated. I was violated by his very 
presence in my home. But now, to be held helpless while 
he brazenly kissed my neck! My god! This verged on 
being rape!

Rape! As soon as the word flashed through my mind I 
shuddered. Surely he wouldn't! My daughter was here. He 
was her boyfriend. No. He wouldn't try that.

As if he was reading my mind the hand that was holding 
my hair in its firm grip suddenly released me. Kevin 
still had my arm twisted up behind my back and I could 
not move. But his free hand now came to rest on my 
shoulder before sliding down to cup my breast. 

I struggled for only a second before the increasing 
pressure on my arm forced me to stand still as this 
young black man who had come into my home and 
effortlessly overpowered me gently but boldly began to 
caress my breast through my blouse and bra. 

I moaned as the horror of the situation I was in 
finally began to sink into my brain. I don't know if 
Kevin mistook my moan for something that it wasn't or 
if he was just being facetious when he leaned his head 
down and whispered, "Be patient you sweet little bitch. 
First I have to punish you. Then will come the 
pleasure."

I shook my head violently and in not much more than a 
loud whisper I said, "No! No you can't!"

In response his tongue came out and lapped at my cheek 
like a dog might. Then he chuckled and said, "You will 
learn bitch. Soon you will learn not to say no. You do 
not ever say no. Not to me, not to any man. I'm going 
to teach you. I suspect that it will be a painful 
lesson for you. But you will learn. Your daughter has 
learned. She is much happier now. You will be much 
happier once you have learned your place."

Lori came back into the foyer with her hands full of 
rope. She saw her boyfriend's hand on my breast and 
smiled. I knew that she resented me but how could she 
countenance this?! Her boyfriend was going to punish me 
and then rape me! Surely she didn't approve!

Kevin guided me into the living room and ordered Lori 
to turn the lights on. Once the lights had been turned 
on he looked around but apparently he wasn't satisfied 
with what he saw. He took a piece of rope from Lori and 
tied my arms behind my back. He looped it up around my 
neck before he tied it off so that I had to hold my 
arms up behind my back at an unnatural and 
uncomfortable angle to keep from choking myself. 

He tied that rope off and then tied my ankles together. 
He stood up when my ankles were secure and said, "I 
want you to wait right there bitch. Don't move, don't 
speak."

He turned and headed for the garage. I was too 
terrified to just stand there. I had begun to realize 
that I was in no position to make demands. I was forced 
to plead.

I pleaded with Kevin to let me go. Or at least I tried. 
I started to. As soon as I opened my mouth he turned 
around and scowled fiercely. He stepped back over to 
where I stood helplessly bound in the middle of the 
room and as if he were speaking to a misbehaving child 
he said, "You just don't listen very well do you bitch? 
Did you not hear me just now? Did you not hear me say 
'don't speak'? You may be more difficult to train than 
I thought."

He turned to Lori then and said, "Give me your 
underwear."

I watched in dismay as Lori reached under her skirt and 
pulled her panties down. She handed them to Kevin. He 
wadded them up and turned back to me and said, "Open 
your mouth bitch."

I stared at him aghast. It was obvious what he planned. 
There was no way that I could allow him to put my 
daughter's soiled underwear in my mouth. I just 
couldn't!

He shook his head and grabbed a handful of my hair 
again. He twisted and pulled on my hair and when I 
screamed in pain he shoved my daughter's panties into 
my mouth. I heard her giggle as she watched him torment 
me and that made my despair at this horrible situation 
just that much deeper.

I struggled to push the panties out of my mouth with my 
tongue and when I did I made another horrible 
discovery. My daughter had had sex tonight! This man 
had had intercourse with my young daughter! The 
evidence was now resting on my tongue. As soon as I 
realized it I began to gag and when I did Kevin slapped 
me again. 

I looked up at him and he brought his face right down 
to mine. He smiled and said, "If you throw up you might 
drown. I would be sorry if that happened. I am really 
looking forward to training you. So please control 
yourself bitch."

I managed to control the urge to vomit. It was 
difficult. But I didn't want to drown in my own vomit. 

As Kevin turned and walked away I looked at Lori. I 
pleaded with my eyes. I knew we had our problems. But 
how could she allow anyone to treat her mother this 
way?!

Lori smiled sweetly and moved closer to me. She leaned 
forward and kissed my cheek and said, "Don't worry 
mother. Once you are trained you will be so much 
happier. You just need to learn how to please a man. 
Kevin is going to make your life so much easier. And 
wait until you see his big, beautiful cock. You're 
going to love it. And not just him mother, he has a lot 
of friends with big, black cocks. Once you have been 
trained you are going to be so much happier. You'll 
have something to occupy your time besides spending 
daddy into bankruptcy. Sex is a lot more fun than 
shopping mom. You'll see."

I shuddered in revulsion. I couldn't believe that this 
girl was my daughter. I didn't know her at all! She 
wasn't just allowing her boyfriend to torture and rape 
her mother. She was taking pleasure from it!

Kevin came back from the garage and climbed up onto the 
coffee table. I watched as he tapped on the ceiling 
looking for a beam. When the sound told him that he had 
located a beam he screwed a large hook into the 
ceiling. When it was firmly in place he climbed down 
and moved the coffee table out of the way. He pulled me 
closer and when I was standing under the hook he 
braided a length of rope into my hair and looped it 
through the hook in the ceiling. He pulled it taut and 
tied it off with no slack at all. The slightest 
movement pulled painfully at my hair.

When he was satisfied he untied my ankles and stepped 
back to examine me. He seemed pleased with his 
handiwork, judging by the smile on his face. He stepped 
closer once more and said, "Now to get you ready."

He reached out and began to shred my clothing with his 
bare hands. He gripped the front of my blouse and tore 
it apart. Buttons flew all over the room. The violence 
of his actions only added to my steadily building 
terror. He pushed my blouse down my arms and allowed it 
to drape over the ropes that secured my wrists. His 
large hand came up and reached between my breasts. I 
saw his muscles bulge as he jerked on my bra. The pain 
in my shoulders and back before the surprisingly strong 
garment let go caused me to cry out into the nylon 
panties still stuffed into my mouth. But this strong 
young man would not be denied and in seconds my bra was 
hanging at my waist and my breasts were exposed.

I had always been very self-conscious about my body, 
especially my small breasts. Well, they weren't that 
small now. Until I became pregnant I was just barely a 
B cup. After Lori was born they had grown to a C cup. 
They had gotten slightly smaller when my body recovered 
from childbirth but not much and I was happier with 
them now. But I was not in the habit of showing them 
around. The only people who had seen my breasts were my 
husband and my OB\GYN. The only two places that I was 
ever nude were in the bathroom and the bedroom, and not 
that often in the bedroom. I had never really been that 
comfortable with my husband seeing me undressed. He 
complained about it at first but that was the way that 
I was raised. There was nothing wrong with being 
proper. 

Now this...this rapist that my daughter was dating was 
tearing my clothes off and I could do nothing but allow 
it. I had never been so humiliated in my life!

Kevin stood back and examined my breasts and smiled. He 
was obviously pleased. He turned to Lori and said, "Go 
out to my car and get my camera out of the trunk. I 
want some pictures of this."

Lori spun around and hurried from the room as her 
boyfriend reached out and cupped my breasts in his 
hands. His hands seemed huge as they enveloped my 
breasts. He leaned down and one at a time he took each 
of my nipples into his mouth and teased them with his 
tongue. I felt them react to his touch and it made me 
furious that my body would betray me that way. I wanted 
desperately to pull away from him but every move I made 
pulled painfully at my hair. Finally I just closed my 
eyes and tried to control the terror that was building 
up inside of me. 

I was going to be raped. I had always been very careful 
and I had been reasonably certain that I would never 
fall victim to this particularly heinous crime. I had 
always been convinced that most of those women who were 
raped were at least in part responsible for their own 
fate. They had undoubtedly dressed inappropriately and 
placed themselves in a dangerous situation. I never 
made those mistakes. Now I was going to be raped in my 
own home and my daughter was an accomplice! It was just 
too horrible to contemplate.

I heard my daughter come back in and as her vile 
boyfriend continued suckling on my breasts she began to 
move around us taking pictures. After she had taken a 
dozen pictures he stepped back and took the camera from 
her. He took several pictures of my naked breasts and 
then he ordered her to finish undressing me.

I could only groan in helplessness as I felt Lori move 
up behind me and unfasten my skirt. Kevin continued 
taking pictures as my daughter removed my skirt. He 
laughed when my skirt was around my ankles and made fun 
of my "granny panties" as Lori hooked her thumbs in the 
waistband and slowly slid them off of me.

Kevin took more pictures as Lori slid my panties down. 
When I was naked he lowered the camera and they stood 
together and made fun of my full bush of pubic hair. He 
stepped closer and grabbed a handful of my pubic hair 
and as he pulled painfully he chuckled and asked, "Damn 
bitch! Don't you ever trim this shit?!"

I just stood there crying. What else could I do?

Kevin took a knife out of his pocket and ordered Lori 
to finish removing my blouse and my bra. When they were 
gone he took a few more pictures and then he handed the 
camera back to Lori and said, "I'm going to punish her 
now. I wish I had brought my movie camera."

Lori volunteered, "We have one. Do you want me to get 
it?"

Kevin nodded and asked, "Do you have a tripod?"

Lori nodded and ran out of the room.

While she was gone her boyfriend began exploring my 
body with his large hands. I felt so dirty as he slid 
his fingers through my exposed pubic region and then 
went behind me and explored the area between my 
buttocks that had never been touched by a man. His 
large finger pressed against my anus and he said, "I 
don't even have to ask. I know there has never been a 
cock in here. I bet you've never sucked a cock either, 
have you bitch? The amount of cherries I'm getting from 
you and your daughter are really starting to add up. I 
popped her cherry pussy and her cherry ass and her 
cherry mouth. Now I'm going to pop your cherry ass and 
your cherry mouth. And I bet your cunt is so tight it's 
just like a cherry. A bitch as uptight as you are has 
never been broken in right. But don't worry bitch. By 
the time I invite my friends over to fuck you, you are 
going to fuck and suck like a pro."

My mind was reeling. What kind of monster was this 
man?! How did my daughter fall into his clutches?! How 
long has he been molesting her? 

Kevin's fingers moved out from between my buttocks and 
caressed them before he moved back around and cupped my 
pubic mound. He smiled and said, "Before I fuck you 
that hair is going to have to go bitch. You look like a 
fucking sheep!"

I felt his fingers moving and one of them began to 
penetrate me. I was completely dry of course and I 
grunted in pain as his large finger was forced into my 
vagina. Relief washed over me as he pulled his finger 
out of me. He looked at me and through my tears I could 
see the disgust on his face. He stared me right in the 
eye as he put his finger in his mouth and wet it and 
then slowly returned it to my vagina.

It made me furious that I couldn't even shake my head. 
I was totally helpless as he slowly teased my labia and 
then I felt his finger move inside of me. His finger 
was nearly as large as my husband's penis and as that 
realization came over me I suddenly remembered that 
stereotype about black men and wondered if it was true. 
I had never been very comfortable with my husband's 
five inch penis. It was the only one that I have ever 
seen but I had heard about black men and now that it 
appeared that I was going to be raped by one I was 
concerned.

Her boyfriend was still working his finger into me when 
Lori returned with the camera and tripod. She smiled as 
if she was amused at what this vile young man was doing 
to me and asked him where he wanted the camera. 

She set it up nearby and started it and then, while she 
came closer and began taking pictures with Kevin's 
digital still camera he pulled his large leather belt 
off and wrapped the buckle end around his hand a few 
times. 

Despite the pain in my scalp I shook my head violently 
and twisted around, trying to pull my hair free of the 
rope that held me in place. I managed only to amuse my 
tormentors. I caused myself more pain and more 
humiliation when my breasts began bouncing around as if 
to amuse them.

Kevin moved out of sight behind me and after a short 
pause I heard his belt swish through the air and I felt 
an explosion of pain on my butt. I screamed into my gag 
and tried desperately to think of some way to make him 
understand that this was wrong, that he couldn't do 
this to me.

Seconds later there was that noise again and again I 
felt the horrible pain as his belt came in contact with 
my tender flesh. I screamed once more into the gag and 
struggled to stay in place. My body's natural desire to 
avoid this horrible pain caused me to move away from 
the only place that I could stand without pulling at 
the hair on my head. Every time he struck me with that 
thing I jumped and nearly fell as the rope pulled me 
back into place.

The first half dozen lashes struck on my buttocks. Then 
he began to work the belt down my legs. When he had 
finished covering my legs in welts he moved up and 
tried to whip my back. Because of the way my arms were 
restrained behind me he wasn't able to whip my back 
very well. So he moved around in front of me. 

When I realized that he was going to continue whipping 
me I nearly passed out from the terror. I was crying 
hysterically now. The pain was unimaginable, 
unbearable. I would have done anything at this point to 
make it stop. I would even have allowed him to rape me.

But he wasn't finished. Through my tears I watched his 
arm go back and I saw the violent stroke coming as he 
brought the belt down on my breasts. I think that at 
that moment I did pass out, if only for a second. The 
pain in my scalp when my legs went out from under me 
was like a bucket of cold water bringing me quickly 
back to awareness.

I tried closing my eyes but I couldn't. I had to watch. 
I had to know when the pain was going to come. His arm 
went back again and again. And again and again the pain 
washed over me as that heavy piece of leather beat 
violently against my breasts and my stomach and down my 
belly to my upper thighs. I have no idea how long it 
lasted or how many times he struck me. It seemed to go 
on for hours. I know that it didn't. But it seemed like 
it.

He finally dropped his arm to his side and stood in 
front of me looking me over. When I had calmed down a 
little, when my crying had become a little less 
hysterical, he put his finger under my chin and lifted 
my head. He looked me in the eye and asked, "If I 
remove that gag now and untie your arms will you stand 
still and remain quiet?"

I nodded my head as much as I was able to.

He smiled and said, "If you disobey me it starts 
again."

I nodded again and he reached between my lips and 
pulled my daughter's soiled underwear out of my mouth. 
I gasped for air and tried desperately to get moisture 
in my mouth but I uttered not a sound.

He stared at me for a few moments before he moved 
behind me and untied my wrists. The pain in my wrists 
and shoulders and the chafing from the rope that went 
around my neck were finally gone and I sighed in 
relief. 

Kevin moved back in front of me and in the voice a 
parent might use on a recalcitrant child he said, "I 
took it easy on you because you've never been properly 
trained and didn't realize the rules. If I have to 
punish you again it will be much worse. But I won't 
have to punish you again. Will I?"

I groaned in pain and breathlessly answered, "No! Oh 
god no! Please. I'll be good. Don't punish me again. 
Please."

Kevin smiled and said, "Sir. You must always address me 
as sir. Me, my friends, men on the street, every male 
is sir to you. Don't forget."

I quickly answered, "No sir. I won't forget. I promise 
sir."

I was still restrained. My hair was still tied to the 
rope that went up to the hook in the ceiling. But even 
if that rope had been removed I was far too terrified 
to do anything but obey. I wasn't thinking of the 
horrible fate that awaited me. I was only grateful that 
the whipping had stopped. I hated myself for it, but I 
realized that I would do anything to avoid being struck 
by that belt again.

I tried not to think about what "anything" meant. Kevin 
had already been quite clear about that. But I didn't 
want to think about it. I just knew that I couldn't 
take that whipping again. I had never been struck 
before and I would do anything to avoid being struck 
again.

Kevin instructed Lori to go and get everything that I 
would need to shave my pubic area. While she was doing 
that Kevin examined my bruised body with his fingers. 
As his fingers grazed lightly over my abused flesh he 
said, "So, you have learned your lesson after only one 
punishment session?"

I quickly responded, "Yes sir! I promise!"

He chuckled and asked, "You are going to try to tell me 
that in only fifteen minutes you have become a 
completely changed woman. You have seen the error of 
your ways and I will never have to punish you again?"

I immediately swore that I had changed.

He cupped my red, sore breast in his large hand and 
said, "I have never seen a bitch as fucked up in the 
head as you were that could change after just one 
whipping. I suspect we'll be doing that again before 
very long. That's alright bitch, don't bother to argue. 
I'm sure you have good intentions. But it won't be long 
before I have to whip you again. And remember what I 
said, I took it easy on you this time because you 
didn't know any better. I might be wrong though. Your 
little girl was a fast learner. Maybe you are too. 
We'll see."

I tried to force that image out of my mind as his hand 
mauled my breasts. He ran his hands over my stomach and 
then back up and said, "I have to give you credit 
bitch. For an old broad you are in pretty damned good 
shape. Lori said you have a swimming pool out back. 
Don't you ever go outside? You have the whitest skin I 
ever saw."

I winced as his hand moved over the red stripes on my 
stomach. I answered, "I go out sometimes, in the 
morning and evening. I always use lots of sun block 
though. I try to take care of myself."

Lori finally came back into the room and set everything 
down on the coffee table. Kevin freed my hair from the 
rope but left the rope hanging from the hook. I assumed 
that its presence would be a constant reminder, as if 
one were needed. He sat down on the couch and told Lori 
to get the movie camera off of the tripod and record my 
first pubic shave.

When Lori had the camera ready Kevin instructed me to 
pull the coffee table over in front of him and spread 
the towel out and sit down where he could see what I 
was doing. While I was doing that Lori moved around 
behind Kevin and recorded everything on the disk.

I pulled the table around and spread the towel out and 
sat down. I spread my legs and tried not to think about 
the two of them watching and the camera catching my 
every move. I picked up the scissors and after a pause 
to look at my pubic hair for the last time I started 
carefully snipping it off.

I am a natural blonde and although I had a lot of pubic 
hair it was light colored, almost red, and the hair was 
very fine. I hated cutting it off because I had heard 
that if you shave it off it was much more coarse when 
it returned. But I was certainly not going to say no to 
Kevin.

I trimmed until there was only stubble remaining. I had 
to pick up the pile of hair I had cut off and move it 
out of my way before I continued. I moistened the 
entire area with the damp cloth and then I spread a 
layer of shaving foam all around and let it sit for a 
moment.

I could feel their eyes on me as I picked up the safety 
razor and began to shave. It was so humiliating. But 
after everything else that had happened since I caught 
these two in my foyer this evening, and everything else 
that was to come, this was only a minor humiliation. I 
knew there was far worse to come.

I shaved all of the stubble off and Kevin made me 
spread more foam on my mound. He ordered me to spread 
my legs even farther apart and place my heels on the 
edge of the coffee table. I sat there, splayed wide, 
and he took the camera back from Lori and said, "Okay 
girl, you get down there and go back over it. Make sure 
she didn't miss anything."

I watched in shock as Lori came around and knelt to the 
side so that Kevin could watch as she shaved my mound 
for the amusement of her boyfriend and whoever he might 
show that movie to.

When Lori had finished she used the damp cloth to wipe 
me off and then Kevin ordered me to lie back and lift 
my legs and spread them. It didn't even occur to me to 
refuse. Nor did I consider refusing when he said, "Okay 
bitch. Spread those cheeks so she can make sure you 
aren't hiding any hair around your tight little 
asshole. I like my virgins hairless."

I had avoided looking at my daughters face but now I 
glanced at her and it broke my heart to see nothing but 
amusement as I reached down and spread my buttocks open 
so that she could inspect my nether regions for her 
boyfriend. What could he have done to her to make her 
like this?! Or could it really have been me?

Lori inspected my...that area for stray hairs and after 
a moment Kevin asked, "Well, did you find any?"

Lori answered, "A few. Do you want me to shave her 
there?"

He replied, "No. We don't want any stubble there. Pull 
them out."

Lori got up and came back with a pair of tweezers and 
with apparent glee she pulled a half a dozen hairs from 
back there. She ran her hand through the space between 
my buttocks and pronounced me hairless. 

Kevin then permitted me to sit up. He ordered Lori to 
clean away the shaving supplies and I stood up to fold 
the towel up and hand it to her. She returned a moment 
later and Kevin ordered her to undress.

Lori didn't even hesitate. Neither did she seem the 
least bit ill at ease as she quickly stripped off her 
only two garments, a t-shirt and a miniskirt. I 
couldn't help noticing her perfect little body. The 
last time I had seen her less than fully dressed was 
when I helped her buy a training bra when she was 
eleven. I had noticed her growing up of course. But 
still, it was a shock to see her naked and mature body, 
especially under these circumstances.

Once Lori had undressed he ordered her to stand beside 
me. He looked at our naked bodies and smiled and said, 
"Damn! You two could be fucking sisters! Lori, how come 
you didn't tell me your mother was such a hot bitch?"

Lori shrugged and said, "I've never seen her naked 
before. Besides, she's such a frigid bitch it just 
never occurred to me. She doesn't turn me on. I had no 
idea you'd want to fuck her skanky ass. She drove my 
father away and he is the nicest guy in the world. I 
figured no guy would want anything to do with her."

Kevin shook his head and responded, "That was your 
father's problem you stupid cunt. He didn't know how to 
treat her. He let the bitch get away with thinking she 
was too fucking good for him. She has a hot little bod. 
She just needs a strong man to train her. You just 
wait. When I'm through straightening this bitch out 
she'll be the perfect wife for your old man."

Kevin put down the movie camera and picked up the 
digital and took a dozen pictures of Lori and me 
standing side by side. He made us turn around slowly 
and took pictures until we faced him again. He smiled 
and said, "The guys are gonna get a kick out of these. 
They're gonna love you, bitch."

I tried not to think about the meaning of that.

Kevin stood up then and stood in front of me. I kept my 
eyes down. I was too scared to look him in the face. 

He waited for a moment and when I didn't look up he 
said, "Look at me bitch."

I cringed as if he had struck me but I looked up and 
struggled to look him in the eye. He grinned at me and 
asked, "Remember what you said bitch?"

I wasn't sure what he was referring to. He saw the 
confusion in my eyes and he said, "Did you forget 
already? You said that you will be good now. You 
promised that I wouldn't have to punish you again. You 
told me that you had learned your lesson."

A shiver ran through my body as he mentioned 
punishment. I responded quickly, "No sir. I haven't 
forgotten. I'll be good. I promise sir."

His grin grew wider and I knew that he didn't believe 
that I would keep my word. I knew that what was about 
to happen to me would be very difficult for me to deal 
with. But my entire body was still burning from that 
horrible whipping and I had no intention of giving him 
any reason to do that again, that and worse.

He just said, with a great deal of skepticism, "We'll 
see. I'm going to ask you some questions now. If I 
catch you in a lie..."

He didn't finish his sentence. He simply reached out 
and traced one of the whip marks on my chest. That was 
all the threat that was necessary. He knew it too. He 
saw it in my eyes.

"First question," he said. "How many men have fucked 
you?"

I was proud of the fact that I had been a virgin when I 
married and that I had never cheated on my husband. But 
I hated answering these personal questions from a 
stranger, especially in front of my daughter. I was 
cowed though. I didn't even think of not answering.

I tried to look back down at the floor. It was hard 
enough to answer these kinds of questions without 
having to look this strong, violent young man in the 
eye. He would allow me not even that amount of privacy 
though. He lifted my chin back up and said, "Don't look 
away bitch."

I sighed and answered quietly, "One sir. I have only 
had sex with one man, my husband."

He laughed and said, "That isn't what I asked you 
bitch. I asked you how many men have fucked you. Try 
again."

I felt myself turning even redder. I had never used 
that word in my life. I glanced at Lori. She laughed 
and said, "Fuck mom. The word is fuck. That's what you 
call it when dad put his cock in your cunt. He fucked 
you. Not very often, apparently. Not often enough. But 
on those rare occasions when you spread your legs for 
him he fucked you."

I stared at Lori in shock. Those horrible words just 
rolled off of her tongue like the most natural thing in 
the world. I never allowed her to use foul language, 
not even damn! What kind of people was she hanging 
around with! But then I looked back at Kevin and my 
question answered itself.

I finally steeled myself and answered, "Only one man 
has fucked me sir."

He saw how difficult it was for me to say that word and 
it really amused him.

"Second question," he said. "How many cocks have you 
sucked?"

I hesitated even longer with this question. I wasn't 
sure how to answer it. I saw Kevin getting impatient 
and I blurted out, "I never sucked a cock sir. I kissed 
one a few times but I hated it. It was so demeaning. I 
just couldn't do it. It is so nasty."

He laughed again and said, "I didn't think so. I'm not 
even going to ask you if anyone has every fucked your 
tight ass. I know that's a cherry."

He stood there, close enough to touch, and he said, 
"Take my cock out bitch. Take it out and hold it in 
your hand while we talk."

I didn't look down. I couldn't. I kept my eyes on his 
as I reached out and felt for his zipper. My fingers 
encountered the large bulge in the front of his pants 
and before I could stop myself I pulled my hands back 
as if I had stuck them in a fire. 

His grin got a little wider but he just stood there and 
waited for me to obey his last order.

I reached out again and this time I found his zipper. I 
pulled it down carefully and reached in. I felt around 
for his cock and when I found it I gasped. I had to 
look down to confirm what I was feeling. It was huge!

It was easily twice as long as my husband's and nearly 
three times as big around. It was not going to be 
possible to pull it out through the opening in his 
pants. I unbuttoned the button on his jeans and reached 
inside his boxers. I wrapped my fingers around his 
large, hot shaft and as I gripped him I realized to my 
great dismay that he was not completely hard yet! It 
felt like a huge snake. 

I glanced over at my fifteen year old daughter's 
smiling face and thought surely there was no way he was 
able to get this huge thing inside of her small body!

Lori knew what I was thinking. She said, "Don't worry 
mom. You're going to love that fat cock once you get 
used to it. I do."

I turned back to Kevin and he said, "Tell me about your 
husband's cock bitch."

I almost whispered, "It's smaller. It's much smaller."

I saw his expression change and I realized what I had 
done. I quickly interjected, "Sir! It is much smaller 
sir. My husband's cock is about five inches long and 
perhaps three quarters of an inch in diameter. It 
is...what else? What else do you want to know about it 
sir?"

Kevin said, "Shit! No wonder you're frigid. You're 
still a fucking virgin. You've never had a real cock in 
your cunt. You don't even know what it's like to get 
fucked. I'll never understand how he knocked you up 
with a tiny pecker like that."

I had no answer for that. I just stood there with his 
twitching penis in my hand and waited for the next 
question. 

He reached down and started moving my hand slowly up 
and down on his shaft. After he showed me what he 
wanted he took his hand away. I continued to move my 
hand the way he wanted and he asked me, "Did you ever 
fool around with another woman?"

I shook my head violently and responded, "No sir! I 
would never to that! That's an abomination!"

He said, "I'm not sure what an abomination is. But you 
better just get the word never right out of your 
screwed up head. If I tell you to eat a cunt you're 
going to eat a cunt. And just in case you are 
wondering, I like to watch a woman eating cunt. It's 
even more fun if they are a mother-daughter team."

As I contemplated what he had just said I felt the bile 
rise in my throat. I didn't think that I could do it. 
It would be hard to choose between the beating 
and...and having sex with my daughter. But then I 
realized that if I refused, if I said no to this man he 
would beat me until I did whatever he wanted anyway. Oh 
god! I just didn't think I could do it without getting 
sick.

He was watching me. I knew that he was enjoying playing 
with my mind. I felt his penis getting harder as I 
slowly massaged it and I was sure that the expression 
on my face was turning him on more than what I was 
doing with my hand.

Kevin watched me in silence for a long moment before he 
said, "Last question bitch. Has anyone ever eaten your 
cunt?"

I shuddered again. Everything out of this man's vile 
mouth seemed to be calculated to be revolting.

I thought back to the few times in our sixteen years of 
marriage that my husband had tried to get me to let him 
do just that. I remembered still how offended I had 
been that he had even suggested such a disgusting 
thing. 

Kevin was getting impatient for his answer. I took a 
deep breath and responded, "No sir. No one has ever 
eaten my cunt."

Cunt! I had always thought that was the most demeaning, 
crude, disgusting word in the English language. I would 
not permit it in my presence and if I heard it come 
from the mouth of anyone I knew I never forgot and I 
never forgave. And now I had said it.

I had stood right here in front of my daughter and said 
that no one had ever eaten my cunt. I had said fuck and 
cock. Three of the most odious words I knew of. And 
although it was well after midnight I knew that the 
night was just getting started. I realized that I was 
certain to say and do a lot worse before this monster 
was satisfied.

Kevin reached down and grabbed the bottom of his t-
shirt and pulled it off. It had been obvious that his 
body was well developed but watching his muscles ripple 
under his dark black skin was terrifying. I couldn't 
help but appreciate his well sculpted body. Nor could I 
help looking at him and thinking that he could snap me 
like a twig with almost no effort at all.

He dropped his t-shirt and worked his sneakers off with 
his toes and kicked them away. Then he said, "I'll let 
you finish unwrapping your present now bitch. Let's get 
this show on the road."

More than anything I didn't want to do this. I was 
terrified after actually seeing his huge sex organ. He 
pushed me to my knees and I grabbed the waist of his 
jeans and carefully pulled them down without dragging 
his boxers down with them. I glanced up as I worked 
them down his legs and it was obvious that he was 
amused. 

I heard Lori chuckle and then she said, "Jesus mom. Get 
on with it. It doesn't bite."

Kevin placed his hand on top of my head and balanced 
himself as he stepped out of his jeans. I placed them 
on the coffee table and then I reached back up and 
slipped my fingers into the waistband of his underwear. 
I slowly worked them down over his massive penis and 
then stopped and stared in awe as it bounced right in 
my face.

The shaft seemed to be even darker than his dark skin. 
The massive head was much lighter with a huge opening 
in the tip. There was a clear liquid oozing out of the 
hole. On a few occasions I had been aware of my 
husband's organ oozing this disgusting liquid but I 
almost never touched or even looked at his sex organ. 

I did not think much of the male sex organ. They were a 
necessary evil. They were ugly and smelly and 
unpleasant and I always thought that it was a terrible 
mistake that they were a necessary part of procreation.

Now I was on my knees in front of this depraved young 
black man and his organ was only inches from my face. I 
became aware of the unmistakable odor of sex. He had 
had sex with someone tonight. I didn't have to think 
about it too hard to realize that he must have been 
with my daughter. I had already tasted the evidence 
when he had pushed her panties into my mouth before he 
whipped me.

As much as I hated it I couldn't help but be impressed 
by his swollen organ. Terrified, but impressed. It must 
be at least ten inches long, if not longer. It was so 
close to my face I couldn't accurately judge. And it 
looked as big around as my wrist. 

I glanced at my wrist then and I realized that it might 
even be larger than my wrist! I thought that this thing 
would surely kill me. But then I thought of Lori and 
how much she claimed to enjoy having it used on her. I 
couldn't imagine it though. Not in me. (I found out 
later that Lori had measured it and it was actually 
just over nine inches long and just under four inches 
around at the base. I suppose that it just looked so 
much larger in my face and seeing it for the first time 
like that.)

I came out of my trance and finished removing Kevin's 
shorts. I dropped them on his jeans and waited for my 
next disgusting order.

Kevin sat down on the couch and spread his legs. He 
said, "Okay bitch. I'm going to start you out slow, 
just to show you what a nice guy I am."

Lori giggled and kept taking pictures.

Kevin said, "I want you to come over here and show me 
and Lori how happy you are with the new cock in your 
life. I want you to kiss my balls and my cock and then 
lick them. I'll let you know when I get tired of that."

I shuffled a little closer to him on my knees and I 
leaned down. As my face came closer to his crotch I was 
struck again by the odor of sex. I looked closer and I 
could see white flakes around the base of his organ and 
clinging to the hair on his testicles. 

I wanted desperately to beg him to let me wash him. I 
knew that he would refuse though. There was no doubt in 
my mind that the idea of forcing me to clean him with 
my mouth after he had sex with my underage daughter 
amused him greatly. How did a person become so 
depraved?!

I took a deep breath and held it and touched my lips to 
Kevin's testicles. I held my breath for as long as 
possible and moved my pursed lips around his crotch as 
he had instructed. As I did my daughter was right in my 
face with that camera taking picture after picture of 
my humiliation.

After a minute or so Kevin laughed and said, "You look 
like a fucking chicken pecking away like that. I said 
kiss them you stupid bitch, not peck at them. Is that 
how you kiss? No wonder your fucking husband left you. 
You can't fuck, you won't suck and you kiss like a 
fucking chicken! Now do it right or I'll get the ropes 
back out."

I tried as much as possible to breathe through my mouth 
but I think I was getting used to the smell after 
spending several minutes with my face buried in his 
crotch. And of course he was sitting there now with his 
legs splayed out so he was getting aired out, so to 
speak.

I started over, actually kissing the wrinkled, hairy 
skin of his testicles. I covered the sack with light 
kisses and then I kissed my way up the shaft of his 
very intimidating penis.

His penis began to throb more violently as I kissed it 
and with each throb more of that clear fluid oozed out 
and covered the large knob at the top of the shaft. By 
the time I had kissed my way up the shaft that fluid 
was beginning to run down the sides and my lips were 
coated with it by the time I had kissed my way to the 
tip.

Kevin stopped me then and told me to lick my lips 
before I started licking his balls. I felt like gagging 
as I ran my tongue around my lips and tasted the gross, 
slimy lubricant that was oozing out of his sex organ. 
Once I got past the idea of how nasty it was to be here 
on my knees between the legs of this young black man 
and licking his bodily fluids from my lips I realized 
that there was almost no taste at all. The idea of it 
was nauseating but the fluid itself was mild, almost 
without any flavor at all.

I finished licking my lips and tentatively ran my 
tongue over his large testicles. This time there was a 
taste. I suppose it was a mixture of tastes. I could 
taste his salty sweat and the dried residue of his 
recent sexual tryst with my daughter. I tried not to 
think about it as I slowly moved my tongue around his 
testicles.

I coated his wrinkled sack with saliva and started to 
lick the base of his penis when he stopped me. He 
lifted his legs and scooted forward in his seat and 
ordered me to lick the crack between his buttocks and 
then to lick his anus. Except that those weren't the 
words that he used. 

I stared at him in shock for a few seconds. I knew that 
I was going to end up performing fellatio on him. But 
this! Did people actually do that?! One look at his 
face, however, and I knew that whether people did it or 
not I was going to do it.

I tried not to look. I stared at his muscular chest as 
I bent my neck at an uncomfortable angle and lightly 
worked my tongue through his sweaty, hairy crevice. I 
shuddered in disgust as my tongue moved through that 
dark, dank, incredibly nasty part of his body. The 
taste of his sweat was stronger here, and there was 
another flavor as well. It was a dark, musky taste that 
I tried not to think about. I probably knew what it 
was, but I just couldn't think about it.

I forced myself to continue. I moved my tongue through 
that nasty crevice and over his anus several times 
before I stopped and concentrated on the anus itself. 
He really enjoyed it. His eyes closed and he moaned in 
pleasure as I worked on him with my tongue. His body 
tensed up and trembled as I moved my tongue around. I 
had no idea that that part of the body was such a 
sensitive erogenous zone. On the other hand, I didn't 
care. It was not information that I had any desire to 
use in the future. This was the most disgusting, 
demeaning act that I could imagine.

Kevin let me work at his anus for a long time. I was 
shaking from working with my neck at such an 
uncomfortable angle and my jaw and my tongue were so 
tired that I was afraid that I was about to lose the 
ability to control them when he finally dropped his 
legs and told me to resume where I had left off.

I noticed that his shaft was now nearly covered in the 
fluid leaking from the tip. He must have been very 
excited by what he had just made me do. I hoped he 
would not want to do it again. I hated having to use my 
tongue on his sex organs. But the other, what he had 
just made me do, that was disgusting beyond 
description.

I returned to licking his shaft and now I was cleaning 
the fluids from his taut black skin with every touch of 
my tongue. 

He had regained his composure and was now watching me 
with that arrogant smile back on his face. I continued 
to work mindlessly. I couldn't think about what I must 
look like with my mouth ministering to a large, black 
sex organ, a sex organ that had recently been in my 
young daughter's vagina! If I thought about it I'd go 
crazy.

It seemed to take a long time but I finally licked my 
way to the top of that large symbol of male dominance. 
As I slathered the knob atop his throbbing shaft with 
my tongue he smiled and said, "You're doing better than 
I thought you would bitch. Maybe I won't have to beat 
you again after all, at least, not for a while. I don't 
doubt that you'll fuck up eventually. Your head is too 
screwed up for you to come around this quick. But 
that's okay. I'll do whatever it takes to make a good 
bitch out of you. I'm just that kind of a guy. Now, 
wrap your lips around that cock and show me how much 
work you need to do before you can be a decent 
cocksucker. And be careful. I don't want to feel your 
teeth. If you bite my cock bitch, I'll pull every 
fucking one of them out with a pair of pliers and you 
can live the rest of your life on a diet of nice hot 
cum. I've done it before."

I believed him. But even as terrified as I was I didn't 
know how I could take enough of that monster penis into 
my mouth to satisfy him and yet keep from touching it 
with my teeth. Still, the mental picture of this sadist 
removing my teeth with a pair of pliers was quite a 
training tool. I didn't think that I would be able to 
satisfy him with my mouth. But I was determined that my 
teeth would never touch him.

I wrapped my lips around the thick, wet knob and 
slowly, carefully began to slide them down the shaft. 
He watched patiently for several minutes as I tried to 
suck on the three inches of his penis that I was able 
to force into my mouth. He watched my inadequate 
performance in amusement and then he said, "Okay bitch, 
I'll admit you're trying. You ain't worth a shit at it, 
but you are trying. Use your tongue stupid."

I had been trying very hard to keep from touching his 
penis with anything but my lips and the roof of my 
mouth. Now I began moving my tongue over the underside 
of his shaft, all the while trying desperately to avoid 
touching him with my teeth.

He let me work for a few more minutes and then he said, 
"Take a break bitch. Sit back and watch how it's 
supposed to be done. Lori, show your mom how to suck a 
fucking cock. Whoever let this bitch grow up this 
fucking stupid oughta get their ass kicked."

I sat back on my heels and watched in disbelief as my 
sweet, petite, fifteen year old daughter wrapped her 
small hand around his large shaft and bent over and 
took it into her mouth. She tightened her lips around 
it and began driving her mouth down, taking more and 
more of him into her mouth with each stroke until, with 
a strange uncomfortable noise her lips suddenly slid 
all the way down until they were stretched to the limit 
around the base of his organ. I could actually see the 
swelling in her throat as his penis entered her!

It made me gag to watch but she slowly pulled back to 
the tip and did it again, and then again as I watched 
in disbelief.

After she had done that a half a dozen times he pushed 
her away. Then he smiled at me and said, "I don't 
expect you to be able to do that, yet. It took me 
almost two weeks to train her. I'll start you out easy 
on some smaller cocks first. Then you can work your way 
up to me. I'm not unreasonable. Now, get back to work. 
I don't expect you to do what your little girl just 
did. But I want to see you doing better than you just 
did. You need to get a mouthful of cum and find out 
what it tastes like. You are going to be eating a lot 
of it from now on so you need to get used to it."

I think that by this point my mind was becoming numb. I 
had no idea what time it was. If I had to guess I would 
estimate that it had been almost two hours since I 
discovered Kevin groping my daughter in the foyer. 
Since that moment my already crumbling life had been 
turned upside down. I had been subjected to more 
perversion in however much time had passed since 
midnight than in the entire preceding thirty-two years 
of my life. I was physically and mentally exhausted and 
terrorized beyond my ability to cope.

I think that, as I steadied his penis with my hand the 
way my daughter had and placed my lips back around the 
large knob my mind was all but disengaged. I was almost 
beyond caring that I now had a black man's penis in my 
mouth and my daughter was taking high quality digital 
pictures of my efforts.

I began to slide my lips down Kevin's shaft once more, 
this time using my tongue to tickle the underside. I 
managed to take a little more of it into my mouth this 
time. I kept trying to force more of it into the back 
of my mouth but every time I got to a certain point I 
began to gag uncontrollably.

Kevin finally said, "Lori, help the stupid cunt out."

Lori put the camera down and knelt beside me. My eyes 
were so full of tears that I couldn't see but I felt 
her naked body beside me and her hand took mine and 
placed it around the base of Kevin's penis. She spoke 
softly as she began to instruct me on how to move my 
hand on his shaft while I sucked on that portion of it 
which I was able to take into my mouth. 

I followed her instruction and as I sucked she placed 
her hand on the back of my head and said, "Now mom, the 
hardest part to get over is the gag reflex. I learned 
that if I attempted to swallow before I worked my lips 
down his cock then after a few times I didn't gag any 
more. You still won't be able to take it into your 
throat yet. Not until you have gotten used to doing it 
with some smaller cocks first. Kevin is just too well 
hung for that. But you can take more than three fucking 
inches for Christ's sake. Come on now. That's it, 
swallow first. Good girl!"

I was surprised that it seemed to actually work. It 
wasn't easy. I couldn't actually swallow with that big 
hunk of male meat in my mouth. But the effort seemed to 
reduce the gag reflex significantly. Soon I was taking 
nearly five inches of his penis into my mouth.

Lori seemed satisfied and took her hands away, letting 
me continue on my own. As I sucked she said, "Kevin is 
going to cum pretty soon. It is important that you 
don't spill any. That's like a major insult. You never 
spill a man's cum when you suck his cock. Sometimes 
they will want to cum in your face or on your tits or 
something. But if you are sucking their cocks you have 
to be careful not to let it spill out of your mouth. 
That's important. If the guy isn't cumming down your 
throat the trick is you pull back and wrap your lips 
around the head of his cock and finish him off with 
your hand. Unless he has a real big load of cum you can 
hold it all in your mouth. Don't try to swallow until 
he is finished. Not unless it is about to overflow. 
Don't freak out. Just stay calm and let your mouth fill 
up and then, after you've drained his cock you can 
swallow. Then you lick the last few drops off of the 
head of his cock. But be careful because it is very 
sensitive for the first few minutes after he cums."

I was listening so intently that at first I didn't even 
notice the absurdity of me, a grown woman, getting 
fellatio lessons from my young daughter.

The lessons were helping though. I was no longer 
choking or gagging and now that I was using my hand on 
the portion of his shaft that I couldn't get into my 
mouth I could sense that he was getting closer to 
reaching orgasm. I had mixed emotions about that. I 
dreaded having a mouthful of that disgusting stuff. But 
I was anxious to get this over with. My mouth and my 
arm were both getting very tired.

Lori was sitting back watching me now and at the 
appropriate time she said, "Okay mom. Do what I told 
you now, and start moving your hand real fast. Oh yeah, 
and use your other hand to cup his balls. He likes that 
a lot."

I reached my left hand up and cupped his testicles and 
began moving my right hand rapidly up and down his 
shaft. I moved my lips back to the head and as soon as 
I did I felt the first stream of hot male sperm hit the 
back of my throat. I couldn't help it. I gagged. But I 
didn't pull away and I didn't stop what I was doing. 

Lori lightly moved her hand over my back and in a calm 
voice said, "You're doing great mom. Just relax and let 
it happen."

I forced myself to calm down and let my mouth fill up 
with Kevin's ejaculate. I had just about reached the 
point that I was going to have to swallow when he 
finally stopped cumming. He reached out and held my 
hand and my head still and said, "Okay bitch. You can 
relax now. Not bad for a first time. Me and Lori will 
make a cocksucker out of you yet. Now, I don't want you 
to swallow yet. Sit up and hold my cum in your mouth 
until I tell you that you can swallow it. I want you to 
get used to the taste." 

I sat up on my heels with my mouth full of his 
ejaculate. It felt hot in my mouth. I know it was all 
in my mind but it was almost burning me. I forced 
myself to calm down and for the first time I tasted the 
disgusting slime that comes out of a man's penis when 
he has an orgasm. It was very unpleasant. It was 
bitter, acidic, bleachy, it was every bit as horrible 
as I imagined that it would be.

I managed to hold it in my mouth though. I had not lost 
the terror of what this man might do to me if I 
displeased him. I doubt if I would ever forget the pain 
of that horrible whipping as I stood tied helplessly to 
a hook in my ceiling. That had been a life changing 
moment.

Now I sat on my heels and stared at Kevin and my 
daughter. She had moved up beside him on the couch 
after Kevin ejaculated into my mouth and now she was 
holding his softening penis while he held her in his 
arms and pulled and squeezed on one of her not quite 
mature breasts.

They were watching me with amused looks on their faces. 
I would expect nothing less from him but I couldn't 
imagine that Lori would have grown to hate me so much 
in so short a time that she could derive pleasure from 
the torment that I was suffering now. 

She was though. Her face, so sweet and even now so 
angelic, positively glowed as she sat there and cradled 
that large black phallus that had just filled my mouth 
with slime and allowed that uneducated black man who 
was at least five years her senior to paw her body that 
way. 

I was suddenly struck by how completely I had failed as 
both a wife and a mother. I had alienated my husband 
and thrown him out and I had apparently turned my 
daughter into a slut to be used and abused by black men 
even to the point that she would allow one of them to 
beat and rape her own mother. As a result I now sat at 
the feet of a young black man that I had met for the 
first time two hours ago with my mouth full of his 
slime and my body red and sore as a consequence of 
being beaten with a thick leather belt. Perhaps I 
deserved what was happening to me after all.

Kevin finally let me swallow the mouthful of slime he 
had deposited there. They both watched in amusement as 
I choked it down. When I had managed to swallow it and 
keep it down Kevin turned to Lori and asked, "Is my car 
locked?"

She answered, "I don't know. The camera was in the 
trunk. I didn't check the doors."

He tapped her butt and said, "Go out and check and then 
we'll go to bed."

Lori stood up and started to dress but he stopped her. 
"That's alright babe. You don't need that shit. It's 
late. Nobody is going to see you."

I watched in dismay as Lori slid her feet into her 
sandals and walked calmly out of the house in the nude. 
I was so concerned with my daughter's nudity that at 
first I missed the import of what Kevin had just said. 
Then it hit me. Oh my god! He wasn't leaving! He was 
spending the night here!

I know that he and Lori both had spoken of future 
sexual abuse. Somehow, even with that threat hanging 
over my head I never expected this monster to stay the 
night. Where would he sleep?! With my daughter? With 
me? Oh god, I couldn't take any more. Not now. Not 
tonight. I had to go to work tomorrow! No, not 
tomorrow. Today. In a few hours. I finally glanced at 
the clock. It was almost three in the morning. I had to 
get up at seven. I was exhausted.

I saw him watching me. I was no mind reader but I knew 
without a doubt that he was just waiting for me to 
complain. He was hoping for an excuse to torture me 
again. I was determined that I was not going to give it 
to him.

Lori came back in and informed him that his car was 
locked. Kevin stood up and ordered me to my feet. When 
I was standing he ordered me to lead the way to my 
bedroom. I struggled to keep from crying. I had never 
felt so much despair as I did at that moment. I 
struggled to my feet and led the way up the stairs and 
down the hall to my bedroom. 

I had been naked for nearly three hours now but I was 
conscious of it all over again as they followed me up 
the stairs. I could almost feel Kevin staring at my 
buttocks as I climbed the stairs. 

Once in my bedroom I pulled down the bedspread and the 
covers and then I asked for permission to use the 
bathroom. 

Kevin nodded and then to my dismay he followed me into 
the bathroom with Lori trailing along behind. I turned 
and waited to see what he wanted. Lori lifted the lid 
on the toilet but left the seat down. Kevin stood there 
and Lori held his penis while he urinated. I don't know 
if it was on purpose or not but her aim was terrible. 
By the time he had finished the toilet seat was covered 
in drops of urine. 

They moved back and watched me with smiles on their 
faces. I didn't know what to do. I had to pee so badly 
but there was no way that I could sit down on that 
nasty seat now. Or at least I didn't think that I 
could. It turned out that I could. 

Kevin sighed and said, "Come on bitch. I don't have all 
night. I still want to fuck your cunt before we get a 
little sleep. Now you fucking know what we are standing 
here waiting to see. Do you really want me to lose my 
temper?"

I shuddered in revulsion and sobbed quietly, "Oh god. 
Why are you doing this to me?"

Kevin chuckled and said, "I'm your god now bitch. And 
I'm doing it because it amuses me. You're life before I 
got here tonight, that's over. Your ass belongs to me 
now. You have gone through life with your brain so full 
of shit. You thought you were so fucking hot that your 
shit didn't stink. I'm going to educate you bitch. You 
are going to learn that you are just a cunt. Your place 
here on this planet is to make men happy. That is what 
you were born to do. You have a lot of years to make up 
for. If you don't want to sit on that pissy toilet seat 
there is an easy way around it. Get down on your knees 
and lick it clean first. But one way or the other you 
are going to sit down and take a leak before I take 
your ass back in the bedroom and fuck you. You decide, 
but do it now."

The tears started again. I couldn't help it. I didn't 
want to cry in front of him. I don't even know why 
really. It was like if I cried then I was admitting 
that I was weak and that he could break me. But that 
was silly. Because I was weak and he was breaking me. 
The tears were my only refuge now.

I finally forced myself to sit on the wet toilet seat. 
When I was seated he pushed my knees apart and stood 
there staring down as I struggled to pee. Even though 
it felt like my bladder was about to burst I had a 
terrible time letting it go with him staring at my 
vulva like that. Eventually it was either let go or 
burst and slowly at first the urine began to dribble 
out of me. The stream rapidly grew to a flood as my 
bladder let go and I sat there in his mess with my legs 
spread wide and urinated for his amusement.

Meanwhile, he stood right in front of me and Lori stood 
behind him and played with his massive male member 
right in my face. As the stream of urine dwindled to a 
last few spurts he ordered me to open my mouth. As soon 
as I had obeyed he pushed the head of his penis between 
my lips and I gagged once more as I tasted the traces 
of urine that remained there.

My mouth watered in protest and I was forced to 
swallow. Soon the nasty taste was gone and there was 
just the taste of his flesh on my tongue. We remained 
there like that for several long minutes and between my 
lips and tongue and Lori's hand his organ was soon 
growing to its full length again.

He stepped back and watched as I wiped my freshly 
shaved mound and stood up. He ordered me to clean my 
ass off before coming to bed and as he left the room 
with Lori I obtained his permission to brush my teeth. 
I wanted desperately to get the taste of his slimy 
ejaculate out of my mouth.

When I was alone I stood and stared at myself in the 
large mirror over the sink. The red stripes on my body 
had faded. They were still visible but they would 
obviously be gone by morning. The biggest change in my 
appearance was the absence of pubic hair. My body 
looked obscene this way. Looking at my slender body 
from the waist down I looked like a young girl. It was 
disturbing that a grown man would want a woman to look 
like this.

I finally stopped staring at myself and brushed my 
teeth, twice. Then I used a damp cloth to remove the 
urine that was drying on my backside. When I could 
delay it no longer I went back into the bedroom. 

I don't know why, but I was taken aback when I entered 
the room and saw Lori on her hands and knees on the bed 
and Kevin ramming his manhood into her from the back. I 
had never had sex in any position other than the 
missionary position and watching them now only served 
to confirm my original opinion that doing it the way 
they were doing it now was obscene. Lori's breasts were 
bouncing wildly and she looked like an animal kneeling 
and submitting to this large black man who was taking 
her from behind as if she were nothing but a piece of 
meat put on earth to satisfy his carnal desires. 

Kevin finally acknowledged my presence and ordered me 
to get up on the bed beside my daughter. I obeyed and 
as soon as I did Kevin withdrew from her body and moved 
over behind me. 

Lori groaned in obvious disappointment as he removed 
his large male organ from her small body. She rested 
her head on her arms and caught her breath and she 
stared at me as her boyfriend pushed my legs a little 
further apart and began sliding his slimy organ through 
my recently denuded slit.

I groaned in despair as he wedged the fat knob between 
the lips of my vagina and tried to force himself into 
me. Despite the slime on his manhood my vagina was 
quite tight and dry and he was having a very hard time 
entering me.

He tried several times to force that thing into me and 
each time I grunted in pain. At last he stepped back 
and said, "Lori, momma is dry as a bone. Crawl under 
there and get her ready for me."

I couldn't help myself. I exclaimed, "Oh god no! She's 
my little girl!"

No one paid any attention.

I watched in horror as my daughter moved around and as 
if it were the most natural thing in the world she 
turned over on her back and crawled under me until her 
face was directly under my vagina. I felt her hands 
grip my butt and her head move up between my thighs. 
When her tongue finally came into contact with my labia 
I squealed and my body shuddered involuntarily. For the 
very first time a tongue began to invade my vagina. 

Even though I was appalled I was forced to admit to 
myself that it felt...I don't know, it felt very 
erotic. It felt pretty damned good actually. But even 
so I could not get past the horror that it was my 
daughter doing this to me. My teenage daughter was 
performing cunnalingus on me! It would have been 
disgusting if my husband was doing it. It was so much 
worse under these obscene circumstances. She was my 
baby! My baby girl's tongue was in my vagina! If I were 
to be struck my lightening at that moment and killed I 
would not have minded. How could I every look her in 
the eye again?

Just as I was thinking that this must surely be the 
ultimate degrading act that a mother could be forced to 
submit to I was proven wrong once again. Kevin said, 
"Don't just kneel there bitch. It's only fair that you 
return the favor. She's working hard to give you a 
little pleasure even after you took away her cock. Get 
your mouth down there and make it up to her."

I groaned yet again. Groaning in despair seemed to be 
my main form of communication now. I had avoided 
looking at Lori's sex. It was right under my face but I 
had no desire to see it. I looked down now and looked 
at it. I had never seen a vagina up close like this. 
Her sex was red and swollen and there was a great deal 
of moisture around the opening. I stared in disgust for 
several moments, fighting desperately to keep from 
losing the contents of my stomach. I had all but 
forgotten about the tongue that was even now moving in 
and out of my own vagina.

I stared for a moment longer until Kevin gave me a 
reminder of why I was doing the things that I was 
doing. I felt his hand come down violently on my still 
tender backside and I lurched in pain. I didn't exactly 
scream. It was more of a squeak. It hadn't really been 
all that painful I suppose. But it served to remind me 
of my position in life now.

I slowly lowered my head to my daughter's crotch and 
tentative slid my tongue through the gooey, unclean 
entrance to her body. She shivered in pleasure as my 
tongue excited her sex. I, on the other hand, was all 
but overcome by the strong smell of her excited, sweaty 
crotch. It occurred to me that the sex act that I had 
seen when I emerged from the bathroom just now had not 
been the first time this evening that these two had 
engaged in intercourse. There was no telling what I 
might discover as my tongue plumbed my daughter's 
depths. 

But it didn't matter. The choice was not mine to make. 
I began licking the entrance to her vagina just like 
she was doing for me. Once I had cleaned the area up 
with my tongue the smell wasn't so bad. And as the 
bodily fluids disappeared so did the strong taste that 
I had initially encountered.

Lori began to moan into my vagina as I licked her and 
while I won't admit to enjoying it the sensations were 
becoming hard to resist once I had gotten numb to the 
horror of what I was doing.

It was several minutes before I felt Kevin's penis 
return to my own opening. I felt Lori's hand guiding 
him and this time his organ entered me easily. Well, 
perhaps easily is not the right word. I felt my vagina 
being stretched like never before. I had been drugged 
to the point of unconsciousness when I had given birth 
to Lori. So I can't compare what I was experiencing now 
to that traumatic event. But though I didn't remember 
the actual delivery I thought back to it now as Kevin's 
huge organ stretched my vaginal opening beyond anything 
that I could remember. It forced its way slowly, 
inexorably to my very core. 

Every time I thought that there could be no more I was 
amazed to find that it just kept going and going. I 
kept waiting for the pain to start. I couldn't believe 
that I could take such a large object inside of me 
without suffering from it. It felt uncomfortable at 
first. That huge pole went deeper and deeper and my 
body stretched to engulf it. But he entered me so 
slowly that I suppose my body adjusted as he took 
possession of me.

I had never felt anything like it before. It was such a 
confused mass of different feelings, different 
sensations, different emotions. I was humiliated first 
and foremost. I was being raped by a man I didn't even 
know. But I wasn't just being raped. I was submitting. 
I would have laughed in the face of anyone who had 
suggested that I would submit to a man like this.

Beyond that though, there was something primordial 
about being taken this way. I had been overpowered and 
forced to submit and now I was voluntarily submitting 
to being plundered by a male sex organ that was far 
larger, or perhaps I should say far superior to any I 
had ever imagined.

I didn't like sex. I had never liked sex. But somehow 
this was different. This was not being made love to by 
my safe, mild mannered, easily controlled husband who 
placed me on a pedestal and treated me with nothing but 
love and respect.

I was being taken. That is such a simple sentence. Only 
four short, common words. But that is the most accurate 
description of what was happening to me. The problem 
was that as much as I hated that it was happening, the 
sensations that my body was feeling and reacting to 
were beyond my control. As strange as it sounds I felt 
like I was being split in two, but in a good way. I 
felt like I was being conquered by a caveman. For just 
a moment I understood the thrill that submissive women 
get from being taken by a strong man and used for his 
pleasure. I felt that thrill, but then I immediately 
felt guilty for succumbing.

I crouched on the bed in that humiliating position of 
supplication on my hands and knees with my daughter 
stretched out under me. Her vaginal opening was inches 
from my face and I could smell her arousal. Her hands 
had begun to tease my breasts and at first I hadn't 
even noticed. My entire attention was focused on the 
huge pole that was just now bottoming out inside of me.

I felt Kevin's belly come into contact with my buttocks 
and I was so full of his sex organ that I could hardly 
breathe. On a conscious level I knew it was impossible, 
but I could almost swear it was pressing against my 
lungs. I was breathing in short little pants. I heard 
myself. I sounded like an animal. I feared that before 
he finished with me I would be an animal.

Kevin left his rod buried inside of me for a long time 
before he started slowly withdrawing it. He pulled it 
back out almost as slowly as he had entered me. I felt 
it slowly being removed from my body. It went on and on 
until I was afraid that he was removing it completely.

I suddenly became aware that I was afraid that he was 
pulling out and I hated myself for it. But at that 
moment I very much wanted that large black penis inside 
of me. I was just about to yell at him, to beg him not 
to pull it out of me when he started sliding it back 
inside of me.

It went on and on after that. Each incredible stroke 
was slightly faster, slightly more urgent than the 
last. At some point I realized that I was resting my 
face on my daughter's warm mound and making strange 
noises that I can't even describe. 

My nipples had become hard and Lori was teasing them 
with her fingers. Kevin was driving his manhood into me 
now with violent strokes and I had never felt anything 
so wonderful in my life. When I realized that my face 
was resting in Lori's crotch I didn't lift my head. 
Instead I began to kiss her and lick her and murmur 
into her wet opening. For the first time in my life I 
was losing control and even though I realized it and I 
hated myself for it, I had no chance of stopping it.

I had never achieved orgasm with my husband. I had 
never achieved orgasm before tonight at all. I was a 
proper and dignified woman and I would never stoop to 
masturbation. I had never been able to allow myself to 
relax and enjoy the mediocre sex that my husband 
provided. I must admit though that I did handicap him 
severely. I had severely limited the kinds of foreplay 
that I would permit and the amount of time I would put 
up with it. There were only so many places on my body 
that my husband was permitted to touch and they had to 
be touched in an acceptable manner.

It was inevitable now though. I felt the orgasm 
building as my body was plundered by that strong black 
man with the oversized sex organ and there was no 
stopping it now. It scared me when it started. I had 
gone thirty-two years without an orgasm and to be 
honest I had always wondered if they were not a myth. I 
felt it washing over me now and I screamed and clamped 
down on my little girl's body as the most wonderful 
feeling in the world washed over me and took complete 
control of my body.

It didn't end there. Kevin wasn't anywhere near 
finished. He continued to pound his meat into me. If 
anything he was becoming more violent. And I loved it! 
In seconds I came again and then again. I lost count as 
I had one huge orgasm after another until all of a 
sudden everything went black. 

I don't know how long I was unconscious. When I next 
became aware of my surroundings I was lying on my back. 
Lori was lying on one side of me and Kevin was lying on 
the other staring at the ceiling. He was still out of 
breath so I assumed that he had just finished with me.

I struggled to sit up and I was surprised to find that 
nothing hurt. Well, my vagina was a little sore but not 
bad considering what it had just been through. My 
biggest fear though was that I was going to look down 
and see a gaping opening between my legs with my labia 
all extended and hanging down like dying leaves.

My sex was red and appeared slightly swollen. Beyond 
that, and the shave of course, I could detect no 
difference in my body.

I collapsed back onto the bed, relieved that my body 
seemed to be intact. But then the memory of what had 
just happened to me kind of fell on me like a ton of 
bricks. I was so humiliated by the idea that I had 
surrendered to this animal. Not so much that I had 
surrendered physically, but that I had surrendered my 
mind, my senses to this beast who had just raped me. I 
covered my face with my hands and cried quietly. 

My daughter and Kevin both seemed to be amused by my 
reaction to this humiliating situation. Lori rolled 
over and rested her arm on my stomach. Her lips were 
right by my ear when she said quietly, "Jesus mom! 
Lighten up. It's just sex. You're too fucking up 
tight."

That from my fifteen year old daughter! I heard her 
chuckle and her fingers moved down to tease my tender 
mound. She said, "You weren't crying a few minutes ago. 
You came so hard you passed out. I told you, all you 
needed was a big dick and a good hard fuck."

I couldn't believe the filth coming from my daughter's 
mouth. Was she this way because of me? No, it was this 
beast lying on the other side of me, this man who had 
molested and corrupted her. He had done this to her. I 
was sure of it. Could he corrupt me like this?! No, I'm 
sure that wasn't possible. I had never felt so dirty in 
my life as I did at this moment. As if to underline 
that feeling of being dirty I felt Kevin's seed begin 
to seep from my opening and ooze down between my 
thighs. It felt like a large amount of liquid but I was 
too embarrassed to look.

He had already had sex with my daughter this evening 
and I had been forced to satisfy him with my mouth. 
Surely there was a limit to how much of that slime his 
body could produce!

Just then I felt Kevin nudge me with his elbow. I 
turned my head and looked at him for the first time 
since I had regained consciousness.

He didn't bother to look at me. He just said, "No one 
said you could rest bitch. My cock is filthy because of 
you. Get down there and clean me up."

I knew him well enough by this time to know what he was 
demanding of me. For just a second I thought of telling 
him to go to hell. But then I remembered that horrible 
beating and I knew I could not say no to this man. I 
didn't think that my mind could survive another of 
those horrible beatings.

Lori giggled and rolled off of me. She said, "Go ahead 
mom. I suck his cock clean all the time. Don't worry. 
You'll get used to it after a while."

I slid off of the bed and dropped to my knees. I moved 
between Kevin's legs and stared in disgust at his 
crotch. This was the first time I had seen his penis 
when it was not erect. It was nearly as large in its 
flaccid condition as it had been when erect. I hated 
him and I hated his...his sexual equipment. But I had 
to admit to myself that it was impressive. I wanted 
nothing to do with it. But it was impressive.

It was also nasty and slimy and covered with the 
liquids that sex produces. I could smell it from a 
couple of feet away and it made my stomach turn. 

Lori slid off the bed and knelt beside me. I would give 
anything to do something about that smile on her face. 
She leaned closer and put her arm around my shoulders 
and gently urged me towards her boyfriend's crotch. As 
she did she said, "Come on mom. It isn't that bad. And 
you don't want to end up dangling from that hook again 
do you? Kevin wasn't kidding. He did take it easy on 
you earlier. If he really loses his temper he can get 
pretty imaginative."

I didn't doubt it for a moment. I took a last deep 
breath of breathable air before I leaned forward and 
began licking Kevin's thighs clean. I tried desperately 
to keep my mind blank as I gathered our combined juices 
with my tongue and swallowed them. It was just about 
the nastiest thing that I could imagine doing and it 
was made so much worse by my daughter's pretty, 
innocent looking face resting on his stomach now and 
watching me gleefully. Several times she pointed out 
something I had missed and I was forced to lick up some 
small trace that remained, clinging to his pubic hair 
or hiding in a fold of the loose skin of his now 
relaxed testicles.

I licked his testicles clean. I thought about how much 
sperm this man had produced this evening and realized 
that with testicles this large it must have been no 
problem. When I had finished cleaning his testicles 
with my tongue I moved up slightly so that I could 
clean his penis. It was lying to the side, resting on 
his pelvis. There was a small puddle under the opening 
in the end where the ejaculate that remained in his 
organ after he pulled it out of me had drained out and 
formed a small pool. I cleaned his organ with my tongue 
and then gently turned it over with my fingertips. I 
scooped up the puddle of cooling sperm and then I 
cleaned the other side of his slimy penis.

As I worked my tongue up his shaft it twitched but 
thankfully did not grow and become erect again. I think 
I would have gone mad if I had been forced to service 
him one more time.

I finished and looked over at the clock on my 
nightstand. It was now almost four in the morning. How 
on earth was I going to get through this day? I sat 
back on my heels and said, "Please sir, I have to go to 
work at eight. I'm so tired. I need to get some sleep."

He replied, "Go clean your nasty cunt and come to bed. 
I think you finally wore me out, for now."

I went back into the bathroom and quickly brushed my 
teeth and washed my face and my crotch. When I got back 
into the bedroom Kevin and Lori were curled up together 
on my bed. Kevin had his back to me. He ordered me to 
come closer and then he asked me where I worked and 
what time I had to be there. 

I told him about the small real estate office where I 
worked as a secretary and that I had to be there at 
eight. 

He asked about my boss and the other employees. 

I told him about Mr. Johnson, the owner and manager and 
the three agents that worked there. When I had finished 
describing the people that I worked for he tossed me a 
pillow and ordered me to sleep on the floor beside the 
bed. He told me to wake him up when I got up in the 
morning.

There were tears of despair in my eyes as I curled up 
on the floor beside the bed. I was naked and 
uncomfortable and my future, which had seemed bleak 
five hours ago, now was a dark, terrifying void that 
stretched out before me like a cross between a slasher 
flick and a porn movie. 

It would have been bad enough if this evil man who 
seemed to have turned my daughter into a teenager from 
hell had just raped me and left. That was not his 
intention. He had told me that he intended to train me, 
to turn me into a, god I don't know, some kind of a 
slut, a sex slave. It suddenly struck me. He was going 
to turn me into the kind of woman that he had already 
turned my daughter into!

I was too tired to think right now. I would get a few 
hours sleep and go to work. Once I was alone in my 
quiet office I would figure out what to do. I suppose 
that I will have to call the police. The idea of giving 
them the details of what happened to me this morning 
turned my stomach. But if I didn't get help from 
someone then there is no telling what this monster 
would force me to do. 

With that resolved, if only temporarily, I fell into a 
deep sleep despite being cold and uncomfortable curled 
up on the carpet with nothing to cover my nudity.

By the time I heard the alarm in the morning it had 
been going off for nearly fifteen minutes. I came awake 
slowly and hurried to shut it off before Kevin became 
annoyed. My few hours of sleep had been disturbed by 
one horrible nightmare after another. It was hard to 
feel rested after only three hours sleep and that 
punctuated by dreams of being tied up and whipped and 
raped over and over again. 

I looked over at Kevin. He was still asleep in my bed, 
still with his arms around my little girl. I was having 
a hard time not thinking of Lori as my little girl, 
despite the things that had happened last night. I 
could only hope that once I got that man out of our 
lives she would somehow be able to return to being a 
normal teenage girl.

I tried not to think of how unlikely that was.

I wanted desperately to leave Kevin sleeping there and 
sneak out. It pained me to see him lying there naked in 
my bed with my equally naked daughter in his arms but I 
dreaded waking him to find what new torments he had in 
mind for me today. 

I was too cowed to disobey him. I gently nudged him 
until he opened his eyes and looked up at me groggily. 
He didn't seem to recognize me at first. But it was 
only seconds before the evil grin returned to his face 
and he pulled his arms from around my daughter and sat 
up.

He ran his eyes up and down my naked body and despite 
what I had been through with him last night his gaze 
was like spiders crawling on my skin. I shuddered in 
revulsion but I didn't move when he reached out and 
clasped my left breast in his hand and said, "You look 
pretty fucking hot for an old lady that just woke up."

He stood up finally and said, "Come on bitch, let's go 
take a shower. That should wake us up."

I followed him into the bathroom and while he turned 
the water on in the walk-in shower I hurried to the 
toilet and relieved myself. He grinned at me as he 
stood in front of me with his large, semi-hard penis 
dangling inches from my face and listened to the stream 
of urine flowing into the toilet. 

I prayed that he would not demand sex of me this 
morning. I was exhausted as it was. I wanted nothing 
more than to dress and hurry to my office and figure 
out what to tell the police so that I could get this 
evil man out of my life.

I wiped myself and stood up and flushed the toilet. 
Kevin pulled me into the shower and aimed the spray at 
the side wall. I didn't understand how he expected us 
to shower like that but I knew he had a reason and I 
knew that I would hate it.

I was right. He pulled me into his arms and held my 
body close to his. He leaned down and kissed me and 
wormed his tongue into my mouth. I stood passively, 
allowing him these liberties because I had no choice. 

That was not the proper reaction. There was a sudden 
sharp pain on my backside and without being told I knew 
what he wanted. I began to return his kiss, if somewhat 
listlessly. We kissed for several moments before I felt 
something warm and wet spraying up between us. It was a 
moment or two before I realized what it was. He was 
urinating on me!

The spray covered my stomach and when I started 
fighting to pull away it shot up between my breasts, 
almost to my chin! I squealed in horror and out of 
nowhere his hand came up and slapped me so hard I saw 
stars. 

The stream had stopped but he was glowering down at me 
and I knew I had screwed up. He didn't yell at me. 
Instead, in a quiet, firm, terrifying voice that was so 
low I had to struggle to hear it he said, "Don't you 
ever try to pull away from me again you fucking cunt! 
You still don't get it. Your body doesn't belong to you 
anymore. It belongs to me now and I'll do any fucking 
thing I want with it. If I want to piss on you, you 
stand right there and enjoy the heat. If I want to 
shove my cock up your cunt and piss in your fucking 
cunt you stand there and smile and wait for me to 
finish. If I want to give you a piss enema you turn 
around and spread your cheeks and let me shove my cock 
up your ass and fill you with piss. And if I tell you 
to get down on your knees and let me piss down your 
throat then you drop and open your mouth. Now get your 
ass back over here and wait for me to finish or we are 
going out tonight and I'll let every fucking bum in 
town piss on you."

I was crying quietly again as I shuffled closer and 
allowed my body to come back into contact with Kevin's. 
In a moment I felt the hot stream start again and I 
pressed tightly against him so that the stream could 
reach no higher than my belly. Even so it was the most 
disgusting thing I could imagine. I realized that I 
kept having that thought. Each new act that he came up 
with to torment me was the most disgusting thing I 
could imagine. I started to wonder if I could actually 
lose my mind from being debased this way. I felt like I 
was quickly losing my grip on reality. I knew why I was 
submitting to him. I was terrified of what would happen 
if I didn't. But I had thought that I was stronger than 
that. I had always thought that I was the kind of woman 
that would resist if I were attacked. I pictured myself 
fighting, not submitting to one terrible, debasing act 
after another. Was it really this easy to dominate a 
woman? Was it really this easy to dominate me?

I was so wrapped up in not losing my mind that I was 
unaware that Kevin had finished bathing me in urine 
until he reached up and directed the shower head back 
down so that we could get clean. 

He made me wash him with my body wash and shampoo 
before he let me clean myself. It felt strange washing 
his kinky hair. I had never actually touched a black 
man's hair before. I washed his hair and let the 
shampoo sit while I ran my soapy hands over his strong, 
muscular body. There were very few places on his body 
that I had not already had my fingers or my tongue but 
still it made me uncomfortable to move my hands over 
his body this way.

He enjoyed it. I saw his penis begin to grow and twitch 
even though I tried very hard to touch it as little and 
as lightly as possible. I did not want that thing 
getting hard again.

After I cleaned him and rinsed him off he got out and 
dried off while I showered myself. I knew that I needed 
to hurry but I kept bursting out in tears and it really 
slowed me down. 

I finally rinsed off and got out and dried myself. I 
brushed my teeth and my hair and went into the bedroom 
to find that Kevin and Lori had already selected my 
outfit for today. It was lying on the bed. I didn't 
realize at first that it was meant for me. I started 
for my closet but Lori stopped me. "Mom! Where are you 
going? We already picked out what you are going to wear 
to work today."

Kevin was already dressed. Lori was still naked. School 
was out for the summer and she had no plans for the 
day. At least she had no plans of which I was aware. 
But the only garment I could see was one of her 
sundresses resting on the foot of the bed. Lori is at 
least two dress sizes smaller than I am. There was no 
way that I could fit into one of her dresses, 
especially not that one which I had refused to allow 
her to wear because it was too revealing. It was much 
too short and the top was cut far too low. Even if I 
could put it on it was totally inappropriate for a 
woman my age.

Lori saw my consternation. She stood up and picked up 
the sundress and held it up. She smiled and said, "I 
think you'll look fantastic in this mom."

I started to explain that I couldn't, that it was too 
small, and that it was totally inappropriate for the 
workplace. Kevin interrupted. "Shut the fuck up and get 
dressed you stupid cunt! Don't tell me you still don't 
get it?! Do I need to put you back on the hook 
tonight?"

My knees got weak at the very suggestion. I quickly 
responded, "No sir! I'm sorry sir! I just meant that 
Lori is smaller than I am. I don't think I can wear 
that."

He chuckled and replied, "You better hope you can wear 
it. You sure as hell don't want to go to work naked do 
you?"

I took the dress from Lori held it up. The dress 
buttoned up the front to just under the bust and the 
top was supported by a tiny string that went up from 
the bikini bra style front and tied behind the neck. 
Lori had bought this a few weeks ago and when I saw her 
trying it on at home I had gone ballistic. Even on her 
small body it was far too revealing. Her breasts were 
only partially covered. They were exposed from the 
sides and it was so thin that her nipples had been 
visible. The skirt had only just reached down below her 
buttocks. This little dress was an invitation to rape 
if I ever saw one.

I knew the answer before I asked, but I had to ask. 
"What about my underwear?"

Kevin replied, "I don't like underwear on my cunts. 
It's inconvenient. This way they stay fresh and aired 
out and available."

He was such a gross young man!

I put my arms into the sleeves and tied the string 
behind my neck. With great difficulty I buttoned it up 
the front. I had to suck in my stomach and hold my 
breath while I fastened the buttons. When I had 
buttoned them all I stood up straight and slowly 
exhaled, praying as I did that the buttons would hold.

They did. But I had my doubts that they would last the 
day. I had been so concerned with the buttons that I 
didn't notice how outrageous it was until I turned to 
face the full length mirror on my closet door. The 
dress was far too tight. The spaces between the buttons 
were stretched open exposing little patches of my naked 
flesh. But that was nothing compared to the way it only 
just barely covered my breasts. I was afraid that the 
string around my neck was going to break but I didn't 
dare loosen it. My nipples were obvious and to my great 
consternation they were erect.

That was still not the worst part though. Even looking 
down in my mirror at my hemline I could just make out 
the very bottom of my hairless vagina. Anyone sitting 
down and looking up at me would have a much more 
revealing view. I could feel the back of the dress 
resting on the cheeks of my butt and I knew without 
turning around that at least a small portion of the 
cheeks of my backside was exposed. Surely Kevin 
wouldn't look at this garment and expect me to wear it 
out of the house, much less to work!

I looked at his smiling face though and I saw only 
approval. He turned to Lori and said, "After the bitch 
goes to work we are going to have to go get her some 
more of those. She looks pretty hot."

I didn't want to disobey him. Well, I did want to. But 
I didn't dare. Still, I needed my job and I had to 
point out the obvious to him. "But sir, I'll get fired 
if I wear this to the office!"

Kevin just grinned that much more and replied, "Don't 
worry about it slut. I'll take care of your boss."

Surely he wouldn't...oh my god!! He was going to make 
me go to work like this! But he had something worse in 
mind. I knew it from the look on his face. He planned 
on making me have sex with my boss!

Oh no, this couldn't be happening. Mr. Johnson was a 
large, and by large I meant morbidly obese, man in his 
mid to late fifties. He was cold and unfriendly and if 
I could have gotten a better job I would have left that 
place a long time ago to get away from him. He ogled me 
from time to time when he thought that I wasn't 
looking. But he had never made a pass or done or said 
anything that I considered inappropriate and I doubted 
very much that he was going to be a part of whatever 
Kevin had planned. He just wasn't that kind of person.

The three sales agents in the office were a different 
matter. They had all skirted close to the line of 
sexual harassment at one time or another. But Mr. 
Johnson had them as cowed as he had me and he would not 
permit that sort of behavior in the workplace. Now it 
was just a question of whether or not he would fire me 
or call the police. I hoped for the latter but at this 
point I think I would settle for the former. 

By the time I was ready it was too late for me to make 
coffee. On most weekends I made a good breakfast but 
coffee was all I ever made for breakfast during the 
week. I didn't have much time and I didn't have much 
appetite.

Kevin guided me out to the garage. He took one look at 
my little Saturn and shook his head. He said, "I'm not 
riding in that fucking toy car."

We went back through the house and outside to his car. 
I glanced around nervously but thankfully none of my 
neighbors seemed to be out and about. I stood there 
looking at this young man's brand new Mercedes and 
wondering where someone like him got the money for a 
car like this. 

He gave me a shove and said, "Quit fucking around and 
get in bitch. You don't want to be late for work do 
you?"

I walked around and got in. I had never been in a nice 
car like this. It was pretty impressive but I was dying 
to ask him how he got the money for it. I would hate to 
think that I was riding around in a stolen car.

He drove me half way across town to my office and 
parked out front. Mr. Johnson's car was there. He was 
always the first one in. I usually got here at about 
the same time he did and the agents came in an hour 
later. They worked long hours most days and they worked 
most weekends. Their only perk was coming in a little 
late in the morning. 

I prayed that Kevin would just let me out and drive 
away. I didn't want to go into the office like this but 
as humiliating as that would be it would be much worse 
if Kevin took me inside. I didn't know what he had in 
mind. I had my suspicions though. I knew that whatever 
it was I would hate it.

Kevin opened his door and looked over at me. He scowled 
and said, "I hope you aren't waiting for me to open 
your fucking door for you. Jesus you are a stupid cunt! 
Get the fuck out of the car bitch!"

Why did he have to talk that way?!

I got out quickly and closed my door. He came around 
the car and I followed him inside. Mr. Johnson was in 
his office with the door open. He looked up when we 
came in. He saw Kevin and he saw me in this thing that 
I was almost wearing and he knew that something was up.

Kevin put on a charming smile and pulled me into Mr. 
Johnson's office. He stood me in place beside Mr. 
Johnson's desk and reached out his hand to Mr. Johnson. 
My boss shook his hand with a quizzical look on his 
face and Kevin said, "Mr. Johnson. Don't worry. I'm not 
here to ask you for anything. I'm here to make your 
life more fun, more exciting, perhaps even more 
profitable."

My boss sat back and waited to find out what this was 
all about. I was waiting too. But I was waiting under a 
dark black cloud of dread.

Mr. Johnson kept glancing over at the way I was dressed 
and he couldn't hide his shock. But to my great dismay 
he did not seem to be upset.

Kevin sat down and after letting Mr. Johnson look me 
over he said, "Hot isn't she?"

Mr. Johnson just raised an eyebrow and waited.

Kevin said, "Don't worry. She doesn't mind. Well, she 
does, but it doesn't matter. She belongs to me now. 
Luckily for you I'm the kind of guy that likes to share 
the joy. I started breaking her in last night. She is a 
frigid bitch until you get her going. But I have to 
tell you; once you start putting the meat to her she 
gets really hot. Hell, she came so hard a few hours ago 
she fucking passed out! Now she's new at this so you 
will have to be firm with her. Don't take any shit from 
her. If she gives you any problems you just let me 
know. I know how to straighten her out. Don't I bitch?"

Oh god! Not here! Not in my office! But I knew what I 
had to say. "Yes sir."

Kevin crooked his finger and I moved closer to his 
chair. He reached out and lifted the skirt of my little 
sundress. I stood docilely, making it clear that Kevin 
was indeed in charge of me.

Kevin allowed Mr. Johnson a moment to enjoy the view 
and then pushed me away and told me to stand where my 
boss could see me better.

I moved around his desk and stood beside his chair. His 
face and neck were bright red but I didn't think for a 
moment that he was embarrassed.

He looked up at my face and stared into my eyes as his 
hand reached for the hem of my skirt and eased it up 
over my flat belly exposing my freshly shaved crotch. 
He stared at my eyes for a long time before he looked 
down. He saw the pain in my eyes, the humiliation, the 
fear. And I saw his reaction. There was a large bulge 
in the front of his pants. 

Christ! Were all men like this! Is that all they want 
from a woman, her body? Do they not care how we feel, 
what we think?

I jerked in reaction to the touch of Mr. Johnson's 
fingers sliding down over my exposed flesh and I knew 
what the answer was in his case. If he cared at all it 
was because my suffering excited him. There was no 
sympathy to be found in him.

I struggled to remain still and hold back the tears as 
his fingers moved over my sensitive mound. I shivered 
at his touch, I'm not sure why. I certainly wasn't 
enjoying it! He didn't seem to realize it though. He 
suddenly smiled, one of the very few times I had ever 
seen him smile, and said, "I'll be god damned!"

He said, "Here Karen. You hold this up to your waist 
and turn around slowly. I have been admiring your cute 
ass for a long time. I'm dying to see it."

As I turned around slowly Kevin said, "I'd appreciate 
it if you didn't call her that Mr. Johnson. Call her 
bitch or cunt. Either one is fine. You don't want to 
give her the idea that she is good for anything but 
fucking and sucking. That's been her problem all these 
years. She thought she was more than just a hundred 
pounds of fuck meat. She needs to learn her place."

I was even redder by the time I had turned all the way 
around. I wasn't just humiliated now. I was furious at 
what that evil young man was saying. But I was far too 
terrified of him to respond.

Mr. Johnson continued to stare at my exposed flesh as 
he spoke with Kevin. "Let me get this straight son. You 
are saying that I can do anything that I want with this 
bitch? I can fuck her? I can get her to suck my cock, 
anything I want?"

"That's right Mr. Johnson," Kevin responded. "In fact, 
that is what I want you to do. And I want you to feel 
free to share her with your clients and the men that 
work for you."

Mr. Johnson finally tore his eyes away from my exposed 
body and turned to Kevin. He was still skeptical. He 
asked, "And what do you want in return?"

Kevin laughed quietly and replied, "Not a thing Mr. 
Johnson. It's just a part of her training. I just get a 
huge fucking kick out of how much she hates it." 

He chuckled loudly and added, "You should have seen her 
when I had her eating out my ass last night! Man that 
really messed with her head. She's a real trip! Oh, and 
if you think she's hot you should come over some 
evening when she isn't busy and fuck her fifteen year 
old daughter. That girl is a great fuck and she could 
suck the chrome off the bumper of a '59 Cadillac in 
about two seconds."

Mr. Johnson looked at Kevin and I saw the excitement in 
his face as he asked, "No shit, fifteen?"

Kevin just kept on grinning that evil grin and said, 
"No shit. I started training her about three months 
ago. She's broken in good now. She'll do anything or 
anyone I tell her. Hell, you should have seen the two 
of them in a sixty-nine last night. I gotta tell you, 
there ain't much hotter than a mother and daughter in a 
sixty-nine. Fuck, I'm getting hard again just thinking 
about it. I think I'll leave you two alone now and go 
home and fuck her little girl again. Oh, you don't have 
a problem with her outfit do you? I was going to go out 
and get her a bunch more like it today."

Kevin stood up and Mr. Johnson stood up and held his 
hand out. They shook hands and my boss said, "Son, I 
love her outfit. I really appreciate this. I'll make 
sure your bitch gets a good workout today and I'm going 
to take you up on your offer. I would love to see her 
and her little girl in a sixty-nine. If you ever need 
anything from me don't hesitate to let me know."

Kevin handed a piece of paper to my boss and said, "My 
name is Kevin. This is my cell phone number. If you 
have a problem just give me a call."

Kevin started to leave but it occurred to me that my 
car was at home in my garage. I called out, "Wait, sir, 
please. I'm sorry, but how do I get home? Are you going 
to pick me up?"

Kevin glowered at me as if to say that a lowlife like 
me had no business bothering him with stupid questions. 
He said, "Take the bus stupid. Jesus! How did you get 
to be this old? You are one dumb cunt!"

As soon as Kevin closed the door behind him my boss 
looked at the clock. Then he smiled at me and under his 
breath he said, "I'll be a son of a bitch."

He stared at me for a moment longer and then said, "Go 
lock the front door bitch. Then get back in here and 
take that dress off."

I whispered, "Mr. Johnson, please, I..."

He stopped smiling and asked, "Am I going to have to 
call Kevin?"

That was all it took to assure my surrender. I went out 
into the outer office and locked the door. I returned 
to Mr. Johnson's office and slowly removed my 
daughter's little sundress. I heard my boss's sudden 
intake of breath as I exposed by breasts. Under his 
breath I heard him say, "Lovely. Simply perfect!"

I unbuttoned the dress and let it fall away from my 
body. I gathered it up and held it in front of me for a 
second but then I realized that I was just teasing him 
and I dropped it on a nearby chair. 

I felt so naked. It was so inappropriate here. Not just 
because I was with my big, fat, old boss but because 
this was my office. This was where I worked. This was 
the one place, more than any other that this type of 
behavior was not permitted. Now I stood naked and 
available before my fully dressed boss.

Mr. Johnson got up and went around and put a 
"Conference in session – Do not disturb" sign on his 
door and closed it. He turned around and said, "Later, 
after the guys are fucking you too it won't be 
necessary. I think it best just this once though. We 
don't want to cause any heart attacks."

I don't know why he thought it necessary to explain 
himself to me. I certainly had no choice in this 
matter.

He moved over to his desk and stared at me for a 
moment. It was as if he still couldn't believe this was 
happening to him. Well, I suppose it was happening to 
me more than it was to him. But he couldn't believe his 
luck.

He crooked his finger and I edged closer to him. He 
raised his hot, sweaty, pudgy hand and grasped my 
breast. He squeezed it painfully and I saw him grin as 
I cringed. I swear, the more I learned about men the 
more certain I was that I had been right about them all 
along. They are all animals. Dirty, smelly, untrainable 
animals.

He relaxed his grip and grasped my nipple instead. He 
was just as cruel handling my sensitive nipple as he 
had been when he first grasped my breast. He pulled and 
twisted and it was obvious that this was not meant to 
be foreplay. It wasn't for me anyway. He was obviously 
enjoying tormenting me as much as Kevin had last night. 
I stood grimacing as he worked my nipple in a manner 
which was obviously intended only to cause pain. But I 
didn't fight him. I didn't beg him. I stood there and 
thought of the consequences if I were to resist and 
with tears pouring down my cheeks I suffered through 
it. There seemed to be no other options for me anymore.

Through my tears I saw him glance at the clock on the 
wall again and he pushed me to my knees. He stared down 
at me as he unbuckled his belt. I could hardly see him 
through my tears but I remembered that sound and I 
shivered as I remembered what Kevin had done to me last 
night. It only underlined the need to obey Mr. 
Johnson's every order. I knew that I wasn't strong 
enough to survive another session hanging from that 
hook in my living room ceiling. 

I heard a zipper sliding down and then the sound of 
clothing rustling. I felt his hand on the back of my 
head guiding my face into his exposed crotch. I groaned 
in disgust as his large stomach came in contact with my 
forehead. I was forced to duck down and lift his 
stomach with my head and tilt my head backwards to gain 
access to his little penis. Well, I say little. It was 
small compared to Kevin's. I suppose most of them are 
small compared to Kevin's.

Mr. Johnson's sex organ was average I suppose. It 
seemed to be larger than my husband's, though not by 
much. I felt it on my lips and I opened my mouth and 
started sucking it the way I had learned this morning 
when Kevin began my training.

It was over so quickly I was startled. In less than two 
minutes I felt a small stream of extremely bitter fluid 
ooze out onto my tongue. I thought at first he had 
started to urinate! But I heard him gasping and he 
grabbed my head in both hands and held me tight to his 
shivering stomach and I realized that he had indeed 
achieved orgasm. It was just a nasty, totally 
inadequate orgasm. I suppose it was appropriate from 
this nasty and inadequate male.

When I realized that I was looking down on him for not 
being a very good rapist I was shocked. What are these 
men doing to my mind?!

He held me like that for a moment and then relaxed his 
grip and leaned back against his desk. He looked 
ludicrous that way. His trousers were down around his 
calves and his huge belly hung over, almost hiding his 
genitalia. 

But I was the one on my knees. I was the one being 
sexually abused, raped. I was the one with the horrible 
taste in my mouth. 

I think that he may have seen the expression on my face 
as I looked at him in disgust and it angered him. I 
knew immediately that I had screwed up. I saw his 
expression change. Up until that moment it was all 
about the pleasure he was getting as he used me for his 
pleasure. That had just changed.

He stood up and turned around and leaned over his desk. 
I didn't know what was happening until I heard his 
voice which sounded like it was cold and tinged with 
anger. He said, "How about a brownie to go with that 
cream bitch? Get your fucking face in there. Spread 
those cheeks out and eat my ass. And I had better feel 
some enthusiasm back there or I'm calling that phone 
number."

I gaped at his huge buttocks. I swear they were a yard 
wide! I felt like I was going to be ill as I edged 
closer on my knees. When I was close enough I reached 
up and placed one of my hands on each of his large, 
gelatinous butt cheeks and with considerable effort I 
spread them apart. I slowly leaned forward and just as 
I had done for Kevin not that many hours ago I leaned 
forward and slid my tongue through that dark, dank, 
disgusting divide running down the middle of his huge 
buttocks. 

Mr. Johnson was clean. He had obviously recently 
showered. Even so, I gagged as my stomach rebelled at 
this disgusting task. I swabbed my tongue down through 
that dank crack twice more before I located and began 
to concentrate on his hairy, dark brown anus. Even 
though he seemed clean there was a musty taste that 
revolted me as I worked my tongue around his anal 
opening and then attempted to poke it inside the way 
Kevin had demanded when I was forced to do it to him.

As I worked on him he shivered and moaned in pleasure. 
I kept waiting for him to tell me that I could stop. My 
jaw and my tongue were getting very tired and the 
effort needed to keep his cheeks pressed apart was 
almost more than I could stand. My face was almost 
totally enveloped in his huge, flabby butt cheeks and 
it was a constant struggle to get enough air to 
breathe.

He surprised me when after at least five minutes he 
pushed himself off of the desk and stood up. I 
straightened up and let my tired arms drop to my side. 
He spun around and I was distressed to see that his 
penis was hard again! I had not expected this old, 
extremely out of shape ogre to be able to achieve 
another erection so soon.

He ordered me to stand and he roughly pushed me down on 
my back on his desk. He lifted my legs and glowered 
down at me as my legs framed him. He leaned down over 
me and in a fierce whisper he exclaimed, "I saw that 
look on your face you fucking cunt. You think I'm 
disgusting? You haven't seen anything yet bitch. I'm 
going to turn your fucking life upside down."

As he struggled to align his re-inflated sex organ with 
my still dry vagina I thought to myself, "You're a 
little too late to turn my life upside down you dirty 
old man."

But I said nothing. I stared at the ceiling and waited 
for him to use me. I only hoped that it would be as 
quick the second time.

He found my opening with some difficulty and as soon as 
the flared head of his sex organ was lodged inside of 
me he rammed it in to me violently. I cried out in pain 
and grasped the sides of his desk and held on as he 
began to rape me even more brutally than Kevin had last 
night. His girth was overwhelming and I felt like I was 
being crushed as he pounded into me. 

It wasn't over quite as quickly as the first time. But 
he didn't last long. I doubt if five minutes had passed 
before he slammed himself into me one last time and 
shivered as he emptied his filthy seed into me.

He stood in place over me as his penis went soft. He 
was panting and his face was bright red. I was afraid 
that he was going to have a heart attack. Well, I 
wasn't that afraid. To be honest I was hoping that he 
would have a heart attack. Just not on top of me. His 
huge belly extended up over me almost to my breasts. He 
was resting on his arms but the weight of his belly was 
almost crushing me.

I felt his penis pop out of me and he finally stood up. 
I took several deep breaths and then I sat up and slid 
off of his desk. As soon as I was standing he grabbed 
me by the back of my neck and bent me down and said, 
"Clean up that mess cunt. And if I ever see that look 
on your face again I promise you the next cock you suck 
will be attached to a fucking dog!"

I bent down and sucked his slimy sex organ clean and 
held it in my mouth until he pushed me away. He pulled 
his pants back up and put his clothing in order as he 
glared at me. When he was dressed again he ordered me 
to spread my legs and he examined my crotch. 

He stared at my exposed sex for a moment and then he 
reached down and I realized that he was scraping up his 
spend with his pudgy fingers. He stood up and leered at 
me as he said, "Open your whore mouth."

I guess I had really upset him. He must be very self 
conscious about his weight problem. I hadn't realized 
he was that observant. Still, it didn't seem fair. He 
was raping me. It seemed to me that I had every right 
to look at him with disgust. I wouldn't make that 
mistake again.

I opened my mouth and he roughly shoved his fingers 
into my mouth and ordered me to suck them clean. There 
wasn't much there. It was a humiliating thing to do but 
I hardly tasted his sperm at all.

I sucked his fingers clean and as he returned to his 
seat I heard the front door. The agents all had keys 
and I heard the door open and someone came in and 
closed the door. I turned to Mr. Johnson and whispered, 
"Please sir, can I get dressed now?"

He leered at me and exclaimed, "What's the point? No, I 
like you just the way you are. The office doesn't open 
for another hour. I don't see why you shouldn't stay 
like that until it's time to open the front door. Hell, 
I wish I could keep you naked all damned day."

He got up and went out, pulling the door closed behind 
him. I stood there in front of his desk in the nude 
waiting for the next indignity. As I stood there I 
thought about the three agents. They were in their 
thirties and forties. They were on the soft side, 
though they were not as obese as Mr. Johnson. One of 
them had made a pass at me when I first started working 
here and I had set him straight. He had seemed to 
resent it at first but after a while it seemed to be 
forgotten. I guess he warned the other two men about me 
because they always treated me appropriately. 

The men in the office all seemed friendly to each 
other. They joked among themselves and they often went 
out to lunch together. I was always an outsider. I was 
never invited to their lunches or when they got 
together for a drink after work. That had been fine 
with me. But now I realized that there was a tension in 
this office, a sexual tension. My inability to deflect 
that and establish a more comfortable working 
relationship could come back to haunt me now. 

I was distracted from my thoughts when I heard the 
front door open twice more. I knew that all three 
agents were in the office now. I could hear a faint 
buzz of conversation for several minutes before Mr. 
Johnson's office door burst open and he nodded his head 
at me indicating that he wanted me to step out into the 
front office.

The need to cover my nudity with my arms was almost 
overwhelming. But somehow I knew that if I did it would 
only amuse them. I slowly made my way out into the 
outer office and stood by my desk. All four men quickly 
gathered around and Pete said, "I'll be god damned. 
Will you look at that!"

Mr. Johnson said, "Turn around cunt, nice and slow. Let 
the boys get a good look at your frigid ass."

My face was burning bright red. I was so scared that I 
could hardly catch my breath. I stared at the carpet as 
I turned slowly for their amusement. It seemed like 
every time I thought that I could not possibly be any 
more embarrassed I was proven wrong.

At first the men just stared in awe as I turned slowly. 
Then, first one and then all three of them began to 
move their hands over my exposed female body parts. 
That was what I was to them. I wasn't a woman, a 
person. I was a collection of interesting female body 
parts that was now available for their amusement. The 
fact that I had been so rigidly correct since I had 
started working here, so quick to take umbrage at any 
off color remarks, that just made it that much more 
exciting for them. 

They knew that I hated this. It was obvious. I suppose 
that they thought that they were going to do more than 
take advantage of me now that I was in their power. 
They were also going to teach me a lesson. Since 
midnight it seemed that every male I came into contact 
with wanted to use me and teach me a lesson. For just a 
second I started to wonder if maybe there had been 
something wrong with me after all, something that made 
me incapable of relating to men, some flaw that needed 
correcting. But I quickly dismissed that silly idea.

The first of the men to actually speak since Pete's 
first comment was Pete again. I detected a note in his 
voice that let me know right away how much he was going 
to enjoy this after I had snubbed him so rudely when I 
first started working here. He said, "Not so high and 
mighty now, are you Karen?"

Mr. Johnson cleared his throat and Pete corrected 
himself. He said, "I'm sorry. I mean cunt."

I had no response so I just stood there letting the 
three men grope me. Suddenly there was a sharp crack 
and a sudden pain in my butt. Pete said, "I asked you a 
fucking question bitch!"

I sobbed quietly and said, "No Pete. I'm not so high 
and mighty now. I'm sorry I said no to you before."

Pete chuckled and said, "But you won't be saying no 
anymore will you cunt?"

"No sir," I responded despondently.

Jim had been holding onto and kneading my left breast 
since Mr. Johnson called me into the front office. He 
finally let me go and stared at my body as he began to 
open his pants. Although aloof, Jim had always been a 
perfect gentleman. I would have thought that he would 
be the last to take advantage of me in my present 
helpless condition if he did so at all. I was surprised 
that it appeared he would be the first.

He pushed his slacks and his shorts down just enough to 
free his penis and he stood there stroking it. He 
stared at me while saying to Pete, "You two can discuss 
your broken hearted love affair while I fuck her cunt 
can't you?"

Pete and Jon chuckled as Jim pushed me down over my 
desk and began to slide his organ through the tight 
crack between my buttocks. I was afraid for a moment 
that he was going to try to enter me there. But after a 
moment or two he bent his knees and entered my vagina 
from behind.

His penis was nothing like Kevin's of course. It was, 
however, much larger than Mr. Johnson's and he didn't 
have that huge stomach that kept him from getting 
close. I grunted in pain as Jim pushed his organ into 
me violently and I was thankful that there was some 
small amount of moisture there from when Mr. Johnson 
raped me earlier.

Jim raped me violently right from the start and the 
other three men urged him on with crude and vile 
comments about what he was doing and about what they 
were going to do to me and about my body as I jerked 
around helplessly on the end of his male appendage.

Pete didn't watch for long though. After only a couple 
of minutes he moved around my desk and stood by my face 
as he slowly pulled his zipper down. I was forced to 
watch as he reached in and pulled out his organ and 
when it was exposed he leaned forward and rubbed it all 
over my face, guiding it with his hand and leaving a 
trail of his vile male juices everywhere it touched.

I was finding that no average male sex organ was quite 
as threatening now as it had been. Not after having 
dealt with Kevin's oversized penis. But they were still 
disgusting things and I wanted nothing to do with them. 
Still, it was impossible to look at them the same way 
after what I had gone through last night. I wanted to 
vomit as Pete placed the head of his drooling penis 
against my lips and began to push but I was not as 
terrified as I would have been before Kevin raped me.

I allowed Pete to force his appendage into my mouth and 
I tried to suck it as I had been taught. I didn't get 
the chance though. As soon as the head of his penis 
squeezed past my teeth Pete began to drive it into me 
as if my mouth were a vagina. His penis was about seven 
inches long. It was probably only half as thick as 
Kevin's, maybe even less than that. But even so it was 
of a respectable length and thickness and he was 
attacking me just as brutally as Jim was. I started 
gagging and I brought my hands up to try to protect 
myself.

Jon and Mr. Johnson grabbed my arms and held them. I 
struggled for a moment to free myself but it was 
hopeless. Pete grabbed my head in his hands and resumed 
his brutal strokes, striking the back of my throat with 
each stab of his male weapon.

I remembered Lori's advice last night and I tried 
swallowing just before Pete plunged his thing into me 
and at first it didn't seem to make a difference. But 
then, after several more abortive attempts to slam his 
penis into me I guess he timed it just right and 
suddenly Pete's organ slid right down my throat. 

He held my face pressed tightly against his stomach and 
groaned in pleasure as the others made crude comments 
about what they erroneously interpreted as my rapidly 
improving oral sex skills. I started to panic as he 
held me like that but after a moment I realized that I 
could breathe and I stopped struggling again. I relaxed 
and Pete took several more violent strokes and I felt 
him quiver as he shot his slimy male spend down my 
throat.

I had been so distracted by the painful rape of my 
throat that I hadn't even realized that Jim had already 
filled me with his seed as well. He was standing behind 
me now with his organ going soft in my vagina and his 
hands moving over the cheeks of my butt.

Pete finally withdrew and a moment later Jim pulled out 
of me with an embarrassing wet sucking sound. He moved 
around my desk and I wasn't even surprised when he 
offered his nasty organ to my lips. I groaned, "Oh god, 
why me?" under my breath. But I opened my mouth and 
when he pushed into my mouth I sucked him clean.

I heard the others making sounds of disgust as I sucked 
Jim's organ clean. The worst part was that I knew that 
it wasn't over yet. I realized that for the foreseeable 
future it was not ever going to be over. I would be 
doing this for these men over and over as often as they 
wished. There was no end in sight. I knew that Kevin 
would never let me quit this job. It amused him that I 
was being treated this way. It had been his idea!

I heard the rustle of clothing again and without even 
looking I knew that Jon was preparing to use me. I lay 
there unmoving and waited for him to take me. I jumped 
when he slapped my buttock and said, "Well cunt, where 
to you want me to put my cock? Do you want me to fuck 
your cunt or your face?"

I groaned. I didn't want him at all. But if I had to, 
and if he was actually going to let me decide, I wanted 
it in the correct place. I answered meekly, "Please 
sir, put it in my vagina."

They all laughed and Mr. Johnson exclaimed, "Your 
vagina?! You stupid cunt! You don't have a vagina. You 
have a cunt!"

Jim was still standing near my head with his penis out 
and he asked, "What is this cunt?"

I looked to see him stroking his organ and I answered, 
"It's your penis sir."

There was silence for a moment and then I heard Mr. 
Johnson say, "Jesus! You dumb fucking whore. Nobody but 
a doctor or a biology teacher calls it a fucking penis! 
It's a cock for Christ's sake! I can see that we are 
going to have to work on your vocabulary."

He moved closer and slapped my buttocks and asked, 
"What's that cunt?"

I almost said that they were my buttocks. But I knew 
that would be the wrong answer. I knew what he wanted 
me to say. I meekly responded, "That's my ass sir."

He grunted and reached under me and squeezed my breast 
and asked, "And that?"

I sighed and answered, "My tit?"

I felt his hand come up between my wide spread thighs 
and I jumped as he slapped my mound. When his hand came 
in contact with my mound he apparently got a coating of 
the juices leaking out of me. In a voice heavy with 
disgust he exclaimed, "Fuck!" Then I felt him wiping 
his hand in my hair. When he had wiped the juices from 
his hand he asked, "What was that?"

I hated these words! They were so demeaning, so ugly. I 
had never used them and I despised those that did. But 
I wasn't in charge of me anymore. I finally answered 
with the word I knew they were waiting for. "It's my 
cunt sir."

Mr. Johnson said, "Very good cunt. You got the girl 
stuff right. Now let's try the boy parts. Go ahead 
cunt, name them."

I almost whispered, "Cock."

I heard him chuckle. He knew how hard this was for me. 
He paused and said, "And..."

I didn't know what he wanted for a second but then I 
realized what he wanted me to say. 

"Balls sir."

"Very good," he exclaimed. "Maybe you aren't such a 
dumb cunt after all. From now on I don't want to hear 
you use those fucking medical terms anymore. I don't 
want you to even think them. You need to start wrapping 
your mind around your new world. Because I am already 
having to decide whether or not I should report to 
Kevin that you tried to fight Pete off when he stuck 
his cock in your mouth."

I panicked as soon as he said that. I dropped to my 
knees in front of him and raised my hands in 
supplication. I begged, "Please sir. I'll do anything. 
I didn't realize what I was doing. I didn't mean to 
resist, I swear it. It was just a natural reaction. I'm 
new at this. Please Mr. Johnson. I'll do anything. You 
can't tell Kevin. Oh god. He'll beat me so bad this 
time. He warned me and I forgot. Please sir."

I heard Pete say, "Will you fucking look at that!" 

I glanced around at the three men. I don't know what I 
expected from them. I hadn't expected pity or sympathy 
and it's good that I hadn't because I saw none of those 
emotions. They stood around me gloating and enjoying my 
abject terror. They were amused.

Mr. Johnson, as if dealing with a recalcitrant child 
said grudgingly, "I'll make my decision by closing 
time. So you had better be on your best behavior for 
the rest of the day."

I thanked him breathlessly. I resolved to do anything 
and everything to please him today. The alternative was 
unthinkable.

Mr. Johnson turned to Jon and said, "It's almost time 
to open up. Jon, are you going to knock off a piece?"

Jon laughed and said, "Are you kidding? I've been 
wondering what it would be like to fuck this cunt since 
she started working here."

Jon ordered me to stand and when I had he ordered me to 
lie on my back on my desk. 

I moved into the position he demanded and he lifted my 
legs and placed my heels on the edge of my desk. He 
already had his semi-hard penis...I mean his semi-hard 
cock out of his pants and he moved between my legs and 
slid it up and down my wet cunt. I stared at the 
ceiling as he teased me with his cock until it was 
hard. I didn't want to see it. I kept my eyes on the 
ceiling. But I had the impression that it was larger 
than the others. It was hard to tell without looking 
though. 

He ordered me to line his cock up for him and I reached 
down and took him in my fingers. It was obvious right 
away that I had been correct. He was no Kevin but his 
cock was noticeably larger than the other three men 
that I worked with. I glanced down just before I guided 
it into me and I would guess that it was about eight 
inches long and almost as big around as Kevin's. 

He rested the head of his cock inside me for a moment 
and then slowly pushed it inside of me. It reminded me 
of early this morning with Kevin. He slowly slid it all 
the way inside of me and then he lifted my legs up over 
his shoulder and stared down at me lying helpless on my 
desk.

I had returned to staring at the ceiling but I could 
see his grin in my peripheral vision and I hated him 
for it.

He paused a moment longer, to enjoy the feeling of my 
tight cunt wrapped around his cock I suppose. Then he 
slowly pulled it back out until only the large knob 
remained inside of me. He paused again and then in one 
violent stroke he drove it all the way back inside of 
me. 

It almost knocked the wind out of me. I gasped for air 
as he began pounding me viciously. It felt as if he was 
trying to hurt me more than he was trying to achieve 
orgasm. 

My breasts, I mean my tits began to sway wildly in time 
to his rapid, vicious, violent strokes and it quickly 
became very painful. I reached up to cup them with my 
hands and hold them in place but he barked at me, "Put 
your fucking hands down bitch! I like watching your big 
tits bounce around like jello. It turns me the fuck on. 
You've got a nice tight cunt too. I like that. We are 
going to have a lot of fun together from now on cunt. 
All five of us. It's going to be one big happy office 
now. And I can't wait to fuck your little girl. I've 
never fucked a fifteen year old. I can't wait to see 
what that's like.

His sentences were punctuated by the loud sound of his 
flesh slapping mine and my grunts of pain as his big 
cock violated my body. But as bad, as hurtful as this 
was, as awful as the things that he was saying were, 
that wasn't the worst part. The worst part of this was 
that I was going to cum. I felt it rising in me and I 
struggled with it but I felt myself losing control. 

My grunts of pain began to turn into moans of pleasure 
and I had to bite my tongue to keep from calling out as 
his big cock pummeled me senseless. But as hard as I 
tried I couldn't hide it.

I heard Jim exclaim, "Son of a bitch! Look at that! The 
fucking skuzzy bitch is going to cum! What a fucking 
cunt!"

I don't know if it was his words or his big cock or a 
combination but suddenly I lost control and called out 
wordlessly. I felt my cunt clamp down on Jon's big 
cock. My hips came up off the desk to meet his violent 
thrusts and I screamed as my body betrayed me by 
enjoying the second orgasm I had ever had in my life. 

I heard the buzz of lewd comments around me. I was 
panting so hard and the blood was pounding in my ears 
so loudly that I couldn't understand the words at 
first. But I knew what they were saying. At this moment 
though, it didn't matter. When Jon drove into me with 
several even more violent strokes and then froze I knew 
what was happening as he gripped my legs so tight that 
it hurt and called me one nasty name right after 
another. He was filling me with yet another load of cum 
and when I realized it, to my eternal shame, I came 
again.

Everyone seemed to freeze in place for a very long 
time. There wasn't a sound in the office as I lay there 
in front of the four men that I work for with Jon's 
cock buried inside of me and waited for him to 
withdraw.

No one moved or spoke until several long moments later 
he slowly pulled his soft cock out of me. He moved 
around my desk and as I sucked his cock clean I could 
feel a river of hot cum oozing from my tingling orifice 
and beginning to drain down onto my desk.

Still no one moved, even after I had sucked Jon's cock 
clean. But as he began to put his cock away and put his 
clothing back in place Mr. Johnson said, "Jesus cunt. 
Look at you! You are a fucking mess. Get up on your 
desk."

I didn't know what he had in mind but I knew that 
whatever it was I wasn't going to like it. I was so 
weak that I had trouble sitting up. But no one helped 
me. They watched as I struggled to sit up and then, 
with difficulty I turned over onto my hands and knees 
on my desk and finally was able to stand. 

I had to bend at the waist to avoid hitting my head on 
the ceiling. I stood in that awkward position with the 
four men looking up at my abused body for a moment. I 
could feel more of their cum begin to ooze out of me 
and I realized that I must be a mess down there. 

Mr. Johnson said, "Squat down bitch."

I slowly bent my knees until I was squatting facing 
them with my thighs spread wide. I felt totally exposed 
and totally humiliated. It was bad enough that I was 
forced to submit to any man that wanted to rape me now. 
But being forced into these humiliating poses made it 
so much worse.

Mr. Johnson bent closer and looked at my messy cunt and 
said, "Hold your hand under your cunt and let that cum 
drain out of you. Let's see what you've got in there."

My first reaction was to give the old lecher a dirty 
look but I controlled it in time. I remembered the 
threat hanging over my head. I closed my eyes but when 
I did I began to lose my balance. I couldn't even hide 
behind my eyelids. I was forced to see the four men 
watching me as I cupped my hand beneath my pussy and 
strained to expel the cum that they had deposited 
there.

I glanced nervously at the clock. The office was 
scheduled to open in less than ten minutes. There was a 
door not twenty feet in front of me that was largely 
made of plate glass. Anyone approaching to see if we 
were open yet could not fail to see me crouching naked 
on my desk in front of my four male co-workers. I 
wanted desperately to get this over with and I strained 
to expel the contents of my tired pussy into my hand. 

I was rewarded by several large, disgusting dollops of 
a slimy liquid and a smaller thin stream that lasted 
for a couple of minutes before tapering off. My cupped 
hand was full of their disgusting fluids and the smell 
was turning my stomach.

When I finally stopped draining, Mr. Johnson said, 
"Okay bitch, eat it."

I gasped in horror and my head swiveled around so 
quickly it hurt. I looked in his eyes and I saw him 
hoping I would refuse. I was instantly broken. I 
couldn't refuse. The consequences were more than I 
could even contemplate. 

I slowly brought my hand up to my face. I foolishly 
took a deep breath and nearly had to vomit. I took my 
hand away from my face and brought my stomach under 
control. I took another deep breath, this time with my 
hand away from my face, and then I brought my hand back 
to my lips. I stuck my tongue out and scooped up a 
little of the slime and made myself swallow it.

I realized that it would take forever this way and that 
if I didn't hurry it was inevitable that a customer 
would come to the door and see me this way. I could 
just picture a couple of young children staring at me 
through that plate glass. 

I steeled myself and opened my mouth and placed my hand 
over my mouth. I slurped up the slimy mess as quickly 
as I could, trying desperately not to taste it. I 
consoled myself by telling myself that it wasn't as 
awful as that tiny mouthful of fluid that Mr. Johnson 
had deposited on my tongue this morning. I almost 
giggled as I realized that had probably been his first 
orgasm in years. When I realized I had nearly giggled I 
began to fear for my sanity and I quickly finished 
cleaning my hand with my tongue. I needed to get down 
from here and get dressed and get cleaned up quickly.

Fortunately Mr. Johnson realized it too and he ordered 
me down from my desk. They watched me climb down and 
when I had my feet back on the floor Mr. Johnson 
pointed out the small puddle of cum on my desk that had 
drained out of me before I stood up. I fought back the 
tears of despair as I leaned over and licked my desk 
clean of their vile slime. It had cooled and it seemed 
even more disgusting now than when it was still warm. 
When I had cleaned my desk to his satisfaction Mr. 
Johnson invited them into his office to watch me 
struggle into the sundress I had worn to work this 
morning. 

They gathered around and watched in amusement as I 
struggled into my only garment. When I was dressed the 
boss said, "Okay boys. Here are the rules. You can fuck 
the bitch, or whatever, in the morning and at lunch 
time. Her owner told me that he will invite us to her 
house now and then to fuck her and her daughter but he 
wants to finish training her first and get back some of 
the money that he is investing in her new clothes. But 
I'm warning you. If sales start to slip or if I get any 
complaints from customers then the party is over and 
I'll be the only one fucking the bitch. Do we have an 
understanding?"

The men all nodded vigorously. I stood mute. There was 
nothing for me to agree to. 

Everyone stared at me a moment longer until Mr. Johnson 
said, "Okay, time to open up." 

I started to follow the agents out of the office when 
he called us back. He said, "I almost forgot. Keep your 
eyes peeled for any customers that might be more pliant 
if we let them spend a little time with our office 
cunt. If we can make a little money using her pretty 
little ass then I don't have a problem with that."

We filed out then. The agents each had a small office 
on the other side of the outer office where my desk 
was. My job was to answer the phones, type their 
letters and fill out all of the many dozens of forms 
that were required and to greet customers that came 
through the door and make them welcome. Well, that had 
been my job. My job description had just been 
substantially expanded. I was now a total slave to 
these four perverts as well as Kevin. 

While the men went to their offices I hurried to our 
unisex bathroom and did what I could to clean myself up 
and make myself presentable. Then I returned to my desk 
and sat staring off into space for a long moment, 
fighting to control the constant urge to cry. 

Now that I was finally alone in my office I sat at my 
desk and thought about the phone call to the police 
that I had intended to make. I went over that 
humiliating conversation in my head and tried to think 
how of some way to report what had happened in a way 
that would assure that I would be protected from all 
five men that were using me now but still would protect 
my dignity as much as possible.

As I sifted through the very few options I thought that 
I had my daughter suddenly popped through the door and 
strutted over to my desk. She dropped a folder on my 
desk and said, "Kevin said that you would be sitting 
here thinking about calling the police. He told me to 
tell you to look at this first. After you look at it 
you need to give it to your boss."

She turned around and rushed out before I could even 
speak. On her way out she smiled and waved at Mr. 
Johnson. I assumed that Kevin must have already told 
her that she would soon be getting fucked by the men in 
my office and she seemed happy about it. That was not 
the young woman that I had raised! I had done 
everything in my power to make a proper young lady out 
of her and in three months Kevin had turned her into a 
slut. Worse than a slut. She was nearly as warped as 
he! My teenage daughter was gleefully taking an active 
part in my rape and aiding her perverted boyfriend as 
he enslaved me.

I stared at the folder that she had dropped on my desk 
but before I could open it a young family of four came 
in and asked for Pete. I got up without thinking and I 
saw the shocked expression on the faces of both adults 
as I stood and escorted them to Pete's office. I had 
forgotten for a moment just how much of me was exposed 
in this little dress.

I was grateful that at least the little boy and girl 
didn't even seem to notice. I would have to be a little 
more careful about getting up when someone came in, 
especially when they had children. I thought back to 
when I had been squatting on my desk a little earlier 
and looking out through the door imagining how horrible 
it would be if a family with children had approached at 
that moment. I shuddered in horror as I imagined how 
traumatic it could have been if those two young 
children had seen me a few minutes ago.

I returned to my desk and after making sure that no one 
was watching I slowly opened the folder that Lori had 
dropped off. The first thing I saw was an 8X10 high 
resolution photograph of me on top of my daughter as we 
ate each other's cunts. (I'll never get used to using 
that awful word!)

I stared at it for a few seconds. I wanted to grab it 
and rip it into a thousand pieces but I realized how 
futile that would be. Besides, I had been ordered to 
give it to Mr. Johnson after I went through the folder.

I turned it over and the next photograph was the same 
thing from a different angle. I turned that picture 
over and under it was a note from Lori asking me what 
the police would think when she informed them that I 
had forced her to submit to me and that I had been 
making her submit to my lesbian rape fantasies for 
years.

I grabbed a tissue and dried the tears in my eyes. Then 
I flipped through the remaining pictures. There seemed 
to be at least one picture of everything that I had 
been subjected to last night, often there were several. 
Everything, that is, except the terrible, mind warping 
beating. There were pictures of me sucking on Kevin's 
massive cock. I couldn't help noting once more how 
impressive it was even as I hated myself for thinking 
that.

There were pictures of my mouth when it was open and 
full of Kevin's cum. There were pictures of Lori and me 
kneeling side by side on the bed and pictures of Kevin 
fucking me violently from behind. The last three 
pictures were of me with my tongue in Kevin's ass. 

I closed the folder and stared at it. Lori and I had 
gotten along like oil and water for quite some time 
now. She blamed me for her father leaving. Well, she 
was aware that I had thrown him out. She loved her 
father and she was gradually, or maybe not so gradually 
coming to hate me. I had no doubt that she would tell 
the police that I had been molesting her for several 
years if that was what Kevin wanted her to say. 

It had become obvious now that there was no way that I 
could go to the police. It would be my word against the 
word of everyone around me. My only other option was to 
sneak away and get as far from here as I could. I 
didn't know if I could deal with that option either. I 
had no money in the bank. My car wasn't paid for and if 
I tried to run with it I'm sure the bank would report 
it stolen. I would be homeless and on foot and broke. I 
had few job skills and I certainly couldn't refer 
anyone to Mr. Johnson for a recommendation. I was 
trapped. 

I sat at my desk for an hour with a half finished 
letter on my computer. I stared at that closed folder 
on my desk and tried desperately to think of some way 
out of this mess. I tried to think of someone that 
could help me, someone that I could run to. But there 
was no one. I had somehow managed to alienate everyone 
that I was related to and I had no friends. For just a 
second I wondered again if I could be the person these 
men and my daughter seemed to think that I was. Could I 
be this cold, frigid bitch, deserving of this sort of 
abuse? 

But no, I was just a good woman surrounded by perverts 
and helplessly ensnared, to be used for their amusement 
and sexual satisfaction until I found some way out of 
this contrived mess. I know that I'm not perfect. But I 
don't doubt that I am a good woman and that I was a 
good mother to that monster that Kevin had managed to 
somehow turn Lori into. This was a perfect example of 
bad things happening to good people.

I was so involved in my own troubles that I almost 
didn't notice Pete leaving the office with the young 
family that had come in earlier. He stuck his head into 
Mr. Johnson's office and told him that he was going to 
be showing properties and they left. I hardly even 
noticed the disapproving looks on the faces of the 
young parents as they left.

I took a deep breath and steeled myself. I got to my 
feet and took the folder full of smutty pictures to Mr. 
Johnson. I handed it to him and said, "My daughter told 
me to give this to you."

His face lit up and he exclaimed, "That hot little 
piece of ass was your daughter?! Fuck me! I'm going to 
love getting into that!"

I wanted to spit at him. Instead I looked down at the 
carpet and turned and went back to my computer and 
returned to work. I was getting a headache from 
thinking about my problems, my screwed up life. I found 
it easier to let my mind go blank and let my work 
consume me. 

I worked furiously the rest of the morning and I was 
startled when they interrupted me at noon. I had, for a 
few short hours, been able to escape from my ruined 
life. I didn't even notice Mr. Johnson when he came out 
into the reception area to lock the front door. 

I looked up when I heard the lock click and I watched 
him put the "Closed for lunch" sign in the door. He 
turned around and leered at me and said, "You may 
invite the others into my office now. I don't know 
about them but I have been looking at those pictures 
and I'm ready to feed you your lunch."

He turned and went back to his office and I felt the 
hopelessness wash over me again as I prepared once more 
to be humiliated and abused by these horrible men.

I went to each of the three agents and told them that 
Mr. Johnson had invited them into his office. I was 
surprised to see Pete. I hadn't even seen him return 
from showing properties.

We gathered once more in Mr. Johnson's office and I was 
ordered to remove my dress. I thought that it should be 
getting easier after what I had been through. But it 
wasn't. I was inherently shy and I didn't think I would 
ever get used to putting my body on display. I was just 
as embarrassed as I had been this morning when they had 
seen me naked for the first time. I had been married 
for sixteen years and I was still not comfortable with 
my husband seeing me naked.

I slipped the dress off and dropped it on a chair and 
waited for the perverts to start ordering me around. 
Before they started Mr. Johnson called them over and 
showed them the folder that Lori had dropped off. The 
four of them poured over the photographs lustfully, 
paying special attention to those photos that showed 
Lori and the ones with Lori and me in a sixty-nine. 
Those were the most popular.

When they had finished going through the folder Jon 
said, "Do you want to go first Mr. Johnson?"

He shook his head and said, "You boys help yourselves. 
I think I'll watch you have your fun and then I'll let 
the bitch suck me off again. That was a damn fine 
blowjob this morning. But I think she needs more 
practice."

Jon said, "I agree. I can't help wondering if she can 
take my cock down her gullet like she did for Pete. I 
saw that movie 'Deep Throat' a long time ago. It didn't 
turn me on so much as it gave me a sore throat just 
watching. But when I saw Pete shove his cock down her 
throat I thought that was kind of hot. I think I'd like 
to see what that feels like."

It had not been that many hours since Pete had managed 
to force his cock into my throat. I still remembered it 
vividly. My throat was still sore and the idea of being 
forced to take Jon's significantly larger cock down my 
throat was horrifying. I looked at Jon and I almost 
begged him not to do that to me. But I saw the look of 
anticipation on his face and I knew that I would be 
wasting my breath.

Jon pointed to the coffee table in the small seating 
area in Mr. Johnson's office and ordered me to lie on 
the table on my back. 

I was so scared my legs were shaking but I managed to 
walk the few steps to the table and, after removing a 
few magazines I stretched out on the cold wood on my 
back. Jon stood at my head looking down at my naked 
body as he slipped his shoes off and then unfastened 
his pants and slid his pants and his underwear down and 
stepped out of them. 

Once he was undressed from the waist down he dropped to 
his knees and his still flaccid cock fell onto my face. 
Jon gripped me under my arms and pulled me closer until 
my head hung down over the edge of the table. His hands 
moved to my tits and groped them roughly and his crotch 
came to rest in my face.

He ordered me to use my tongue and I stuck it out and 
began licking whatever part of his anatomy was 
presented to me. I couldn't see. His balls hung down 
and covered my eyes. I felt his cock growing as my 
tongue touched it but it was still soft when he 
positioned it at my lips and began to force it into my 
mouth.

My lips closed around his fat cock and I started 
sucking it. He wasn't satisfied. Apparently he didn't 
think that I was being enthusiastic enough. His fingers 
closed over my nipples and I screamed in pain as he 
pulled and twisted and all but lifted me off of the 
table. He relaxed his grip only slightly and in a calm, 
quiet, conversational tone said, "I don't think you 
love me bitch. Come on darling, but a little effort 
into it. Let me know you care."

I wasn't as amused as Mr. Johnson and the other to 
agents. I heard them chuckling as I put more effort 
into pleasing Jon. I felt his cock beginning to harden 
quickly as I worked it with my lips and tongue. I knew 
what he intended and I assumed that it was possible for 
him to cram his long, fat cock down my throat. I had, 
after all, seen Lori take Kevin's monster cock into her 
throat with apparent ease this morning. But knowing it 
was possible didn't make the fear of what I knew was 
going to be a painful act any less potent. 

As his cock became erect I was only able to take about 
half of it into my mouth. I remembered what Lori taught 
me and I began swallowing and attempting to meet Jon's 
shallow thrusts. At first nothing happened and I was 
afraid that I would fail and that Kevin would find out. 
But I wasn't gagging and I seemed to be slowly taking 
more and more of his shaft into my mouth.

I was getting scared though, because I was becoming 
more certain by the moment that his cock was too fat 
and wouldn't fit in my throat. I thought it might help 
if I could relax and let it happen but I just couldn't 
force myself to relax. Jon was applying more and more 
pressure though. He was determined to find out what it 
felt like to have his cock buried in my throat. I think 
it must have been painful for him too, those violent, 
abortive thrusts that rammed into the back of my throat 
to no avail. But he wasn't giving up.

His fingers once more tightened on my sore nipples and 
as he twisted and pulled brutally he yelled, "God damn 
it bitch! Let me in!"

I think that I must have been so distracted by the pain 
in my nipples that my throat relaxed and suddenly his 
entire cock was buried in my mouth. My lips were 
stretched wide around the base of it and his balls 
slapped against my face and covered my nose so that I 
could get no air at all.

There was a loud cheer from the other men in the room 
watching when they saw Jon's cock enter me. My arms 
reached up, seemingly without any conscious thought 
from me. I didn't try to push him away though. I only 
grabbed his wrists and tried to relieve the pressure on 
my nipples.

I heard Mr. Johnson yell, "God damn it you stupid cunt! 
Put your fucking arms down. Are you trying to piss me 
off? I guess I need to give Kevin a call. You still 
don't seem to get it."

I hurriedly dropped my arms. I had no strength anyway. 
I was only seconds from losing consciousness from a 
lack of oxygen.

I felt Jon's cock finally being withdrawn and I gasped 
desperately for air. He ignored my efforts to breathe 
though. I only managed two gasping breaths before his 
cock once more rammed down into my throat. It hurt like 
hell but as he moved in and out of my throat I was 
slowly becoming numb. I learned to time my breaths and 
by the time he finally stopped raping my throat and let 
the head of his cock rest in my mouth as he finished 
himself off with his hand I had begun to realize that I 
would survive this horrible experience. 

It wasn't until after he finished flooding my mouth 
with cum and I tried to swallow that I realized just 
how sore my throat had become. He pulled his cock from 
between my lips and I took a couple of deep breaths 
before I attempted to swallow. I was anxious to get his 
slimy deposit out of my mouth but more than that I was 
concerned that his large cock had damaged me as it 
pounded into my throat so violently.

The pain returned as I forced his seed down my throat. 
I whimpered and reached up to hold my throat but 
despite the pain I was able to swallow and I began to 
hope that I was going to survive his vicious assault.

Jon finally got to his feet and I was able to see Pete 
and Jim standing close by and holding their hard cock 
in their hands as they watched. I tried to ignore the 
crude remarks and immature jokes that the men exchanged 
as Jon put his clothes back on and accepted the praise 
of his co-workers for a job well done. 

It infuriated me that he was being complimented on what 
a good job he had done raping my throat. But of course 
I just remained where he had left me and held my 
tongue. Mr. Johnson had already threatened to call 
Kevin twice. I had every intention of doing whatever 
was possible to please him and his agents. I was 
terrified of what Kevin might do if Mr. Johnson 
actually made that phone call.

Jim smiled down at me arrogantly and spoke to Pete. "I 
fucked her last time Pete. I guess I'll give her throat 
a try. Are you going to try her cunt this time?"

Pete responded, "Yeah. It must have tightened back up 
since Jon stretched it out this morning. I'm thinking 
we better get it before it gets all stretched out by 
that big black cock we just saw in those pictures. I've 
seen horses that weren't hung as well as that guy. I 
appreciate him letting us fuck his slave in training 
and I'm looking forward to fucking her daughter. But I 
hope he doesn't stretch them out to much. Us poor guys 
with average dicks can't compete with a cock like 
that."

Jim chuckled and said, "Yeah, he does make you feel 
inadequate. But what the hell, no matter how sloppy her 
cunt gets she'll always be able to wrap those lips 
around your cock. She is quickly getting to be a pretty 
good cocksucker. She just needed to realize that 
sucking cocks and fucking is what she was put on this 
earth for. I'd hate to see that guy ruin that sweet 
pussy but I have to admit, I'd love to watch him fuck 
her with that huge cock of his. That would be some 
show."

Mr. Johnson chimed in, "Don't worry boys. You'll get 
your chance. He promised me that once he has finished 
training her he is going to invite us over. Why don't 
you two put her down on her hands and knees and put the 
meat to her. It's getting late."

Jim nudged me with his toe and said, "Break time is 
over cunt. Get down on your hands and knees and let's 
play house."

I lifted my head and rolled carefully off of the table. 
I got on my hands and knees away from the furniture and 
waited. Both men had already removed their clothing 
from the waist down. They took their agreed upon 
positions and Jim began fucking my sore throat 
immediately.

Pete got behind me and I felt his fingers exploring my 
dry pussy. He pulled his hand away and in a moment it 
returned. I felt him rubbing his saliva in my opening 
and as he moistened my pussy he said, "I'll be glad 
when she gets broken in and starts getting hot for a 
good fuck. Her cunt is so dry it would tear the skin 
right off your cock."

He was soon satisfied that I was moist enough and I 
felt the flared head of his cock punching sightlessly 
at my crotch as he fumbled for the opening to my cunt. 
I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his cock 
and he allowed me to align his cock with my opening. As 
soon as he felt it begin to enter me he drove it into 
me forcefully. 

The force of his thrust drove me forward and before I 
even realized what was happening I felt Jim's cock 
slide straight down my throat. I had been so distracted 
by Pete that I had been ignoring Jim for the moment. It 
worked out to my advantage though. I didn't have time 
to panic or constrict my throat and Jim's cock entered 
my throat effortlessly. I was still sore. But I quickly 
started getting numb again as Jim drove his cock into 
me. I was even able to breathe with his slightly 
smaller cock in my throat! 

Nothing was required of me but that I be there for them 
to plunge their cocks into. I only had to concentrate 
on keeping my teeth off of Jim's cock as it plundered 
my mouth. I let my mind go blank and waited for it to 
be over with.

I felt my pussy begin to warm up to the rough rape. But 
Pete's cock was nowhere near as overwhelming as Kevin's 
had been. It was, I suppose, above average. But it 
wasn't even as imposing as Jon's. The motion of his 
cock slamming into me now was starting to be 
stimulating, but I fought it and I was able to avoid 
losing control before he finished. I hated having to 
submit to these men. But it was even worse when my body 
betrayed me and they were able to bring me pleasure 
from my own rape. It had happened twice now. Once with 
Kevin and once with Jon. I was determined that it 
wouldn't happen again.

Jim came in my throat and he left his cock buried there 
for an uncomfortably long time as it went soft. But at 
least I didn't have to taste the slime that shot out of 
the end of his cock and straight down my throat.

Pete lasted a very long time before he finally came in 
my pussy. He pulled his cock out of me immediately. He 
reached over my body and grabbed a handful of my hair 
and pulled me around. I didn't need to be told what to 
do. I licked and sucked at his cock and balls until he 
was clean. 

Jim and Jon were both dressed by the time I had cleaned 
him. Pete stood up and got dressed too. When he was 
ready Mr. Johnson said, "You boys go ahead and get back 
to work. Close my door on the way out. Jim, you open up 
and watch for customers until I finish with this 
bitch."

The agents filed out and closed the door. As soon as 
they were out of the office Mr. Johnson pushed his 
chair away from his desk. His pants were down around 
one ankle and he had apparently been playing with 
himself while he watched his three agents rape me. His 
cock was hard and drooling and he looked disgusting. 

I started to get up and go over to him but as soon as I 
was standing he said, "Your pussy is drooling bitch. 
Clean that up. You know what I want to see."

I sighed. I did know what he wanted to see and it 
turned my stomach. But I had to please him. I spread my 
legs a little and looked down. I scooped up a stream of 
cum that had begun to run down one thigh and I caught a 
dollop of cum that was just oozing out of me. It was 
nowhere near as much as it had been this morning. I 
brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean 
and then I looked over to see if he was satisfied.

He smiled and said, "That will do. Now get back down on 
your hands and knees like the bitch that you are and 
crawl over here and suck my cock."

It was bad enough that I had to submit to these 
constant rapes. I don't know why they thought that 
these horrible insults and all of this verbal abuse 
were necessary. I suppose that was all part of the fun 
and games. It was as much about the power as the sex.

I dropped down and crawled over on my hands and knees. 
I felt my breasts swaying as I did. I could just 
imagine what I looked like as I made my way over to him 
but as humiliating as it was, it was just one more 
degrading act in a constant string of degrading acts. 

I looked up at Mr. Johnson when I was in place between 
his thighs. He just smiled down at me and waited for me 
to take his slime covered cock into my mouth. I leaned 
forward and pushed his stomach up out of the way with 
my forehead. Then I took his cock into my mouth and 
started sucking.

Mr. Johnson did not strike me as being particularly 
virile and he had already cum in me twice this morning. 
I wasn't sure that he would be able to do it again and 
I was afraid that I would be stuck in this position for 
a very long time. For that reason I was shocked when 
after only a couple of minutes I felt another small 
load of extremely bitter cum on my tongue. He didn't so 
much ejaculate as ooze cum. I gagged only a little 
before I managed to swallow. There had been more of it 
than the first time and I wondered if I wasn't priming 
the pump. I thought that perhaps it had been a very 
long time since he had had sex and I worried that the 
more we did this the more he would be able to do it.

He pushed my head away and held his soft cock in his 
fingers and leered at me. He seemed to realize that I 
had guessed his secret and I had the impression that he 
resented that I had figured it out. It could have been 
all in my mind but I really believed that.

I waited for permission to rise and dress but before he 
permitted that he said, "You're getting better each 
time cunt. All you need is more practice." There was a 
small pause and then he said, "Why don't you practice 
on my big toe for a few minutes."

I think I probably turned a little bit green at the 
very idea. He saw how much the idea of what he had just 
said upset me and he smiled even wider. Then he watched 
and waited.

I moved back slightly and looked down at his wrinkled, 
fish belly white feet and his jagged toenails and as 
much as I tried not to I felt the tears of self-pity 
begin to flow. I lowered my face and tried not to 
breathe through my nose as I took his big toe into my 
mouth and sucked at it gently. 

He watched me and continued working his soft cock as if 
it were a cow's teat. Several times he reached down and 
wiped a couple of drops of slime on my cheeks as I 
sucked him. 

He was obviously getting pleasure from what I was 
doing. I knew that it wasn't physical pleasure though. 
He was enjoying the power he had over me. He was 
getting even with me for the way that the world treated 
him. 

He let me suck on his gnarled toe for several minutes 
before he ordered me to crawl over to my dress and get 
up. I turned my back to him and I felt his eyes on me 
as I slowly crossed the room. I stood up and on put the 
dress that Kevin and my daughter had made me wear. When 
I had the dress buttoned up I looked at him and he 
snarled, "Get to work you lazy cunt. I'll let you know 
if I want you."

I went back out into my office. Jim watched me as I 
crossed the room. He was sitting in my seat, looking 
through a real estate guide as I approached. I stood 
back and waited for him to get up so that I could get 
to work. 

He just grinned at me for a moment. Then he called me 
closer. When I was standing beside him he said, "Lift 
your dress up so I can see your cunt."

I didn't bother to glance at the door. Even if someone 
had been standing there I would have had to obey. I 
lifted my skirt to my waist and he reached out and 
inserted two fingers inside of me. 

He worked his fingers in and then smiled up at me and 
said, "Come on bitch. Show me how you like to fuck. 
Fuck my fingers like the nasty cunt you are."

I carefully moved my hips back and forth in a fucking 
motion, sliding my cunt back and forth on his fingers. 
I detected motion out of the corner of my eye and I saw 
that Jon was watching from his office door. I ignored 
him though. I carefully slid my pussy back and forth 
until Jim pulled his fingers free and stood up. He 
stuck his fingers in my mouth and after I sucked them 
clean he said, "Get to work cunt." 

Jim walked away and as he walked past Jon they gave 
each other a high five and went into Pete's office. I 
heard them talking and laughing but I forced myself to 
concentrate on my work and tried not to think about 
what they must be saying about me.

The office got pretty busy soon after lunch and the 
afternoon passed quickly. No one had time to torment me 
and I got my work done easily by quitting time. Mr. 
Johnson and Pete stayed late. Jim and Jon left a little 
early. I ignored them and worked another half hour. 
When it was time for me to leave I straightened up my 
desk and turned off my computer. I grabbed my purse and 
stood up and it wasn't until that moment that I 
remembered that I had to take the bus home. 

I was exhausted. I had almost no sleep last night and I 
had just been through the most trying work day I could 
imagine. Now I had to take the bus home. I had no idea 
where the nearest bus stop was or which bus to take 
home or even if there was a bus that went near my 
house. I had never paid any attention.

I notified Mr. Johnson that I was leaving and he didn't 
even look up. He just grunted. I went out and stood 
facing the road. I looked up and down the road but I 
didn't see anything that looked like a bus stop. I went 
across the street and started walking towards home. It 
was almost exactly fifteen miles from my driveway to 
the office parking lot. I prayed that I wouldn't have 
to walk that far. I didn't think I could in these high 
heeled sandals that Lori had given me to wear.

I was constantly reminded of how exposed I was as I 
walked. Passersby stared at me, the women in disbelief 
and disgust, the men with obvious desire. And if that 
wasn't bad enough many of the cars that passed honked 
their horns and the young men inside yelled out 
obscenities or lewd propositions. I just stared 
straight ahead and tried to ignore them. 

I had probably walked almost a mile without finding a 
bus stop before it occurred to me that I was not 
walking down the main thoroughfare where it was most 
likely that the buses would run. I turned at the next 
intersection and walked up two blocks and there I found 
a bus stop.

I crossed the street and looked for some kind of 
schedule or anything that might suggest what bus I 
needed to take and how long it would be before it 
arrived. There was nothing.

The bus stop was quickly getting crowded and I couldn't 
help but notice that most of the people waiting were 
black and looked like they had as hard a day as I had. 
It seemed like every one of them noticed me and many of 
them, the men at least, continued to stare as if I were 
the entertainment while waiting for their buses. 

I heard some crude comments but everyone left me alone 
until two younger men came down the sidewalk and took 
up positions behind me. One of them stepped close and 
complimented me on my dress. I didn't respond and in an 
aggrieved voice he said, "What's the matter bitch? Are 
you too good to talk to me and my friend?"

I glanced around and saw quite a few men watching and 
enjoying my obvious discomfort. Not one of them offered 
to come to my aid.

I whispered, "Please leave me alone. I have had a very 
bad day. I just want to go home."

The second man stepped closer and stood on the other 
side of me. The young man that had first spoken to me 
leaned in front of me and said to his friend, "The lady 
says she had a hard day bro. I don't know man. It looks 
to me like she spent the day on her back. Check out 
this ass! And look at them tits. They ain't very big 
but look at that, you can see her damn nipples."

I looked around again. I couldn't believe that with all 
of the men who were watching not one of them would come 
to my aid. Surely they could see that I wasn't the kind 
of woman that these two men seemed to think that I was. 

But then I remembered that I was being trained to be 
that kind of woman. I certainly looked like a 
prostitute in this awful sundress. I just put my head 
down and sighed. I was beginning to think that the 
worst day of my life would never end.

My head shot up suddenly when the man behind me reached 
down and cupped the naked cheek of my ass right there 
in front of all of those people. I felt myself getting 
even redder but I didn't say anything. I couldn't move. 
There were people all around me and the two men 
molesting me were standing beside me with their 
shoulders touching mine. I couldn't step back. I was 
being held in place by the hand groping my ass under my 
skirt. 

When I didn't scream the second man grinned and cupped 
the other half of my ass. I was crying quietly now and 
I whispered, "Please stop. I'm not like that. I just 
want to go home."

The first man responded, "Shit lady. You can't stand 
around in this part of town dressed like that and tell 
me you didn't expect someone to grab that tight little 
ass. Hell, if I wasn't afraid of offending the few 
decent women here I'd push you down on your knees and 
get myself a good blowjob. And you'd do it to. I can 
tell by looking at you. You ain't gonna try to tell me 
you've never sucked a big black cock are you?"

I was silent and he chuckled and said, "I didn't think 
so. I bet your fucking mouth is watering right this 
minute. You put on a good act but you're walking around 
with your shit all hanging out and you didn't say shit 
when I grabbed your fine little ass. I don't know what 
your deal is bitch. But don't play like you ain't 
getting off on this. I bet your little pink cunt is 
drooling for some nigger cock right this minute."

I was just about to try to break away and start walking 
again when I heard a bus approaching. I looked up but 
the sign on the front that indicated which bus it was 
and what its destination was meant nothing to me.

I waited as several people got off and then a majority 
of the waiting crowd climbed on. When everyone that was 
getting on had done so I pulled away from the two young 
men and stepped up on the bottom stair. I asked the 
driver how I could get to my destination and he looked 
me over and waved me aboard. 

I climbed on the already crowded bus and he closed the 
door and pulled away from the curb. He told me how much 
it would cost and I gave him the money. He handed me a 
transfer and told me where to get off and which bus I 
needed to take to get closest to my house. I thanked 
him and he eyed me closely as I tried to work my way 
into the crowded bus and find a place to stand.

I was forced to squeeze through the crowd in order to 
get behind the line that passengers were not allowed 
beyond while the bus was in motion. As I made my way 
through the crowded aisle I felt hands all over me. 
Most of these people had been with me at the bus stop 
and had seen me being molested by those two rowdy young 
men. I had already demonstrated that I would permit 
those liberties. Now I was being held in a tight press 
of human flesh and I couldn't even struggle as hands 
crawled up my legs and began to explore my body. 

I wasn't even able to grab a strap and hand on. I was 
trapped between three large men who I finally realized 
were purposefully squeezing me in place between their 
gently rocking bodies. I saw the looks on their faces 
and it was no accident that I was trapped in the small 
space between them. 

I felt one large, rough hand on my ass and another 
cupping my pussy. There was nothing that I could do but 
stand there and try to keep from crying. The third man 
had tried to join in the exploration of my lower body 
but he gave up as their large fingers began to 
penetrate my body. Instead he began to work his hand 
into the top of my dress. I was afraid that the tiny 
string holding it in place was going to burst.

I had tried several times to pull the hands that were 
molesting me away from my body. My attempts were futile 
but one of the men finally found what he considered a 
better use for one of my hands. He grabbed my wrist and 
forced my hand over the growing bulge in the front of 
his pants.

I tried to pull my hand away but he held it in place 
and I felt his fingers pinching my clit. I gasped in 
pain and looked up into his face. He didn't say a word 
but I somehow knew that if I didn't cooperate the pain 
would get worse. 

I folded my hand around the tube of flesh that pushed 
against his pants and the painful pinching stopped. His 
fingers returned to exploring my pussy and I stood 
there rocking with the motion of the bus with the hands 
of three strange men exploring my body freely.

The bus was so full that the driver didn't stop unless 
someone pulled the chain requesting to get off. But 
even as the press of bodies around us began to ease the 
three men continued to hold me in place. My dress was 
up around my waist now and the two men with their 
fingers in my pussy and my ass were working them into 
my as if they were fucking me with little dicks. I 
didn't dare look around but I knew that others must be 
watching. I felt my pussy getting wet eventually and I 
was grateful that the invasion was becoming less 
painful. But I couldn't help being annoyed with my body 
for giving the man assaulting me the impression that I 
was enjoying what he was doing.

Over time we were getting pushed toward the back of the 
bus. But the three men never took their hands off of 
me, or out of me, until they reached their stop. I 
heard them talking about trying to pull me along with 
them but I'm not sure if they were serious. In any 
event they finally removed their hands just in time to 
dash off the bus at their stop. It was several seconds 
before I realized that my skirt was still up around my 
waist!

I heard a murmur from the men around me. The bus was 
still crowded. I hurriedly pulled my dress down over my 
lower body. I was tempted to look around and see how 
many people had noticed but I was too embarrassed to 
meet anyone's eye.

A woman pushed by me at the next stop and in a loud, 
bitter voice said, "Slut!" 

I heard several people chuckle but I was finally being 
left alone. My stop came up a short time after she got 
off and a dozen other people got off with me. I stood 
in back of the crowd waiting for my next bus and 
praying that I would be left alone. I guess that was 
too much to hope for. 

One of the men that had been on the bus and had watched 
the three men taking advantage of me sidled up beside 
me and put his arm around my waist. I tried to pull 
away without attracting any more attention but he 
hissed at me to stand still. For some reason I obeyed 
him!

His hand quickly slid down over my ass and back up 
under my skirt. He teased my ass for several minutes 
before he looked at his watch. He must have decided he 
had plenty of time because he pulled me around behind 
the bus stop and forced me down on my knees.

I pleaded with him to let me go but he ignored me. He 
pulled his cock out of his pants and I saw three other 
men drifting back to stand around us and watch as he 
pulled my mouth down over his cock. I gave in. I 
couldn't fight them. I decided that the only way to get 
out of this was to suck his cock and get it over with 
so that he would leave me alone and I could catch my 
bus.

I began to suck his cock. I used my hand and sucked 
with my lips and tongue instead of taking him into my 
throat. What the hell! It's just one more cock. Sucking 
cocks is just part of being who I am anymore! I tried 
to ignore the other men who were watching and making 
lewd and insulting comments.

It didn't take long and as he filled my mouth with his 
cum I thought to myself, "Great! I'm going to make my 
bus after all!"

Unfortunately, as soon as the man that had just raped 
my mouth put his cock away and left without a word, one 
of the other three men took his place. I ended up 
sucking all three of them off and as horrible as that 
was, the worst part was hearing the buses come and go 
and knowing that I was missing my bus.

When the third man was finally satisfied I struggled to 
my feet. I brushed off my knees and wiped the tears 
from my eyes. I got some dirty looks as I went back 
around and rejoined the crowd waiting for buses but no 
one put their hands on me or forced me to satisfy their 
base needs after those first four men had raped my 
mouth. I know that they were all aware of what I was 
doing back behind the bus stop though. I could tell by 
their faces.

My bus finally came. I was so relieved that I was 
finally able to get a seat. I sat down next to a woman 
and I heard her gasp. I looked down and saw that my 
slit was largely exposed. I tried to pull my skirt down 
but it just wasn't long enough. I had kept my legs 
under my desk all day today and tried not to think 
about what I was wearing. I had almost forgotten how 
much of me was exposed when I sat down. 

The woman beside me stood up and hurriedly moved to 
another seat. As soon as she moved a man came over and 
indicated with his hand that I should move into the 
window seat. I shook my head but he ignored me and sat 
on the edge of my seat and pushed me over with his hip.

His hand immediately came to rest on my upper thigh, 
his finger resting on my moist slit. He leaned closer 
and said, "I've been watching you since that first bus 
stop. You are quite a slut aren't you?"

I wanted to deny it but what would be the use. I just 
sat in my seat staring straight ahead and tried to act 
like he wasn't there. 

His hand clamped down on my thigh and he hissed, "I 
asked you a fucking question bitch!"

I jumped and tried futilely to loosen his grip. Finally 
I gasped, "No! I'm not a slut."

He responded sarcastically, "Yeah, right! Lady, I saw 
you letting those two guys play with you at the bus 
stop on Clover Street. I saw you letting three men feel 
you up on the first bus. I saw you go behind the bus 
stop with four men and I know you weren't back there 
talking about sports. What did you do, suck their cocks 
bitch?"

I was crying again. He was working his finger inside of 
my pussy as he recounted the horrors of my bus ride 
home. I had stopped struggling with him though. I 
responded, "Yes, they made me suck their cocks. They 
forced themselves on me just like you are now. I didn't 
have a choice."

"Bullshit!" he exclaimed. "You had a choice. You could 
have fought them or screamed. You were asking for it. 
Look at this fucking dress your wearing! Your god damn 
pussy is showing for Christ's sake! A woman doesn't 
leave the house looking like this unless she is in the 
mood for some cock."

"I didn't have any choice! I told you, someone made me 
dress this way. I didn't want to. This isn't even my 
dress."

He quickly responded, "More bullshit. You let someone 
make you dress this way. If you didn't want to be 
treated this way you wouldn't have worn that dress and 
you wouldn't be letting me stick my finger in your cunt 
while we have this discussion."

I shook my head but I could see that I wasn't going to 
win this argument. I finally just turned and stared out 
the window and let him play with my pussy until my 
stop. I pulled the chain and got off at my stop, 
watching fearfully in case he or someone else decided 
to follow me. I was a little surprised that he had let 
me up when I got to my stop. But he did and I hurried 
out into the growing dark. 

I saw that I was three blocks from the end of my 
street. The bus turned at the next intersection so this 
must be as close as I could get to my street on the 
bus. I walked to my street and turned towards my house. 
I still had a long walk to my house, nearly a mile. I 
had not taken bus service into consideration when I 
chose my home.

It was the longest mile I had ever walked. I had never 
been so tired in my life and my feet were killing me in 
these sandals with the spiked heels. But twenty minutes 
later I finally made it to my house. When I got there I 
didn't see Kevin's car in the driveway and the house 
looked dark. I hoped desperately that the house would 
be empty and I could take a long, hot shower and go 
right to bed. I don't think I had ever been so tired in 
my life.

My hopes were dashed when I got to my front door and 
found it open. I opened the storm door and stepped 
inside. Kevin was in the kitchen getting a beer and he 
saw me enter. He called out to me to join them out by 
the pool. 

I dropped my purse by the door and went to the kitchen. 
I am not much of a drinker but I needed a drink 
desperately. I stopped and made myself a strong 
highball and then I went out onto the patio. 

As soon as I opened the patio door I heard the rap 
music. I hate that stuff passionately. I was so 
distracted that at first I didn't notice my daughter 
bent over a table with our next door neighbor fucking 
her from behind. When I looked up and saw them I almost 
dropped my drink. 

Kevin was suddenly standing beside me smiling. He said, 
"I had the music up a little too loud earlier. Your 
neighbor came over to complain and I thought that this 
would be a good way to make it up to him. From now on, 
any time he comes over I told him he could fuck you or 
Lori. You don't have a problem with that do you?"

I drew a deep breath and sighed. I could not stand our 
next neighbor. He had always been a pain in the ass. He 
complained about everything that we did. The slightest 
noise was enough to have him over here pounding on our 
door and demanding that we be more considerate and 
threatening to call the police.

It isn't like we were noisy neighbors. Lori sometimes 
played her music too loud by the pool when we weren't 
home but my husband and I were quiet people. We didn't 
have parties and we didn't play loud music. We didn't 
do yard work at inappropriate times. Our neighbor was 
just a pain in the ass with nothing better to do than 
complain.

He looked happy now though. He was reaching around and 
squeezing Lori's tits and rocking back and forth 
slowly, enjoying a long slow fuck. Our neighbor, Hugh 
Lee, had always been annoying but he had gotten worse 
since his wife died three years ago. She had kept him 
in line as much as she could. Now he had his own 
parties and late night poker games but he still would 
not tolerate the first sound from our backyard.

When his wife was alive he never would have had the 
nerve to be in my backyard fucking my fifteen year old 
daughter. I had a feeling that this was going to get 
out of control quickly.

Kevin stood watching my daughter with me for a moment 
before he said, "I am going to cut you some slack cunt. 
I probably forgot to tell you that you are not allowed 
to wear clothes in the house anymore. I suggest you get 
that dress off in a hurry."

I groaned. I was becoming aware of how much I groaned, 
moaned and sighed lately. It was all I could do. 
Protest was out of the question.

I took another large sip of my drink and set it down. 
It took me no time at all to get out of my little 
sundress. I dropped it on the closest chair and thought 
about how much more humiliating it was to be naked in 
front of Hugh Lee than it had been to be exposed and 
molested by those strangers on the bus and at the bus 
stop today. 

Then I was struck by the idea that my life was so full 
of humiliation and degradation that I was rating them. 
The worst was probably being beaten and raped by Kevin, 
because that had been the first and the most painful. 
Next on the list would be getting raped by the four men 
that I work with. This, watching my neighbor fuck my 
underage daughter, rated above the incidents on the way 
home today because I knew and detested this man and 
because according to Kevin this would be an ongoing 
thing. I would have to submit to this ogre whenever he 
wished. 

I grabbed my drink and gulped down the last of it and 
went back in the kitchen and made another strong drink. 
I returned to the patio and Kevin sent me over to where 
Hugh was fucking Lori and told me to say hello to him.

He had been so enjoying my daughter's charms that he 
wasn't even aware that I had come home.

I went over and stood beside them. Hugh looked up and 
leered at me as he looked at my naked body. He looked 
me up and down and said, "Shit Karen! You're damn near 
as hot as your fucking daughter!"

Kevin was standing behind me and he interjected, "Hugh, 
what did I say about that?"

Hugh looked confused for a second and then he smiled. 
"Sorry Kevin. It's hard to think with this little 
bitch's cunt wrapped around my dick. Damn she's hot! 
Don't worry. I won't call the cunt by her old name 
again."

Hugh continued fucking my daughter as he reached out 
and explored my body with his sweaty hand. He squeezed 
and pulled on my tits before letting his hand move down 
to my pussy. I was forced to spread my legs as he 
worked two fingers into my pussy and his face lit up 
when he discovered how wet I was. 

He lifted his hand and showed everyone his fingers and 
said, "Look at that! The fucking cunt is turned on. She 
likes watching her daughter get screwed and getting 
felt up by her next door neighbor! I never would have 
guessed."

Kevin told me to put my drink down and he guided me 
around to the other side of the round patio table that 
Lori was bent over. He made me lean down and my face 
was only inches from Lori's as I felt him working his 
large cock into me. Once he had it started he said, 
"Okay bitch. I want to hear about your day now. Tell me 
all about it and don't leave out anything."

I had tried to shut those horrible events out of my 
mind. Now it took me a moment to marshal my memories 
and think about what I was going to say. I started from 
the time I was forced to give Mr. Johnson his first 
blowjob this morning. I told the three of them 
everything that I could remember. Any time that Kevin 
felt I wasn't including enough detail in my narrative 
he slapped my ass. 

As I described my day and all of the men who had raped 
and degraded me Kevin was getting more and more 
excited. His large cock began pounding into me harder 
and my tale was interspersed with frequent grunts as he 
bottomed out and his belly slammed into my ass.

Hugh was apparently enjoying the story too because he 
was soon pounding Lori nearly as hard as Kevin was 
pounding into me.

My tale ended when I came out onto the patio and saw my 
daughter being fucked by our next door neighbor. After 
I was forced to relate to them how I felt when I saw 
that and learned that I was now available to my 
neighbor whenever he wanted me I was able to put my 
head down and hold on while Kevin devoted his entire 
attention to fucking me. 

I had wondered if I would lose control when he fucked 
me again. I don't how much all of the groping and 
constant assaults contributed to it but I was soon in 
the throes of yet another orgasm. I closed my eyes and 
I heard myself whispering, "Oh god no. No. No. No."

I felt Lori grab my hand and I looked up to see her 
grimacing as she had an orgasm. That is the last thing 
any mother should have to see. But I was already 
cumming and I couldn't help myself. I gripped her hand 
with my own and I started cumming just as she finished.

Kevin and Hugh were still fucking us though and I 
quickly felt myself getting close again. I almost 
screamed when just before I came Hugh said to Kevin, 
"Do you mind if we trade off for a while? I want to see 
what momma's cunt feels like. I've never fucked a 
mother and daughter before."

I felt Kevin pulling his impressive cock out of me and 
I groaned in disappointment. I had been so damned 
close!

But it wasn't so bad. Hugh hurried around and I felt 
his cock enter me as soon as he was in position. He 
wasn't as well hung as Kevin but for a fifty year old 
white man he wasn't bad. He plowed his cock into me and 
started fucking me hard as soon as he was in. In only 
minutes I was back to the brink of orgasm and I came 
twice before he sped up even more and shot off in my 
pussy.

He left his cock inside me and watched Kevin fucking 
Lori until his cock softened and slipped out of me. I 
continued to lay my head on my arms on the table until 
I heard Kevin say, "Hey cunt! You have some 
housekeeping to do. You got that nice man's cock all 
dirty. Get down there and clean him up. I thought I 
taught you better than that!"

I instantly pulled my tired body off of the table and 
bent over. I took Hugh's soft cock into my mouth and 
sucked him clean. When his cock was clean I licked his 
balls and he pointed out a couple of areas on his 
thighs that he wanted taken care of. 

By the time I had him clean Lori was cleaning Kevin's 
softening cock. When she finished we were directed to 
lie down on a lounge chair cushion and clean each other 
while they sat nearby and sipped a cold beer.

I helped Lori stretch a cushion out on the deck at the 
feet of the men. She guided me down on my back and I 
realized as I watched her kneel with her knees on 
either side of my head that being on top was probably 
the most advantageous position to take. Not so much 
because I would now be supporting her weight as we ate 
each other's pussy for the amusement of the men who 
were sitting nearby, although that was a consideration. 
The biggest drawback was that with her being on top her 
pussy would be draining into my mouth whereas she would 
only have to lick up the juices near the opening of my 
pussy.

Just as I worked that all out in my head it occurred to 
me that it had been less than twenty hours since Kevin 
entered my life and here I was concerned not with the 
idea that I was about to perform cunnalingus on my 
daughter for their amusement or that my daughter and I 
had just been taken at the same time by two men while 
leaning over a patio table and holding hands. Instead I 
was concerned that I was going to be the one who had to 
eat the most cum out her freshly fucked pussy!

I couldn't help wondering if any woman could so easily 
be turned into a sex slave or was it just me. I had 
always thought of myself as a strong, independent woman 
who was quite capable of taking care of herself. When I 
kicked my husband out I knew that money would be tight 
but I had no fear and no doubt that I would get by on 
my own and be able to raise my daughter too.

On a conscious level I couldn't believe that a man 
could walk into my home and beat me with a belt and 
suddenly I was a craven coward and a sex slave willing 
to provide sex to any man that demanded it. Well, 
perhaps willing wasn't the right word. But I had 
suddenly seemed to lose the ability to say no to a man, 
any man.

That was as far as I got on that train of thought 
before my daughters red, swollen, cum-covered pussy 
appeared over my mouth and her mouth began eagerly 
cleaning mine.

I licked all around her pussy and then took her mound 
in my mouth and began exploring her opening with my 
tongue. I noticed that although I still thought that 
what I was doing was disgusting I wasn't as sickened by 
it as I had been the first time, early this morning 
while I was being raped for the first time by Kevin.

Lori didn't seem to mind at all and I heard her moaning 
with pleasure as I did what was required of me. I tried 
to ignore the comments of the two men sitting near us. 
I also tried to ignore the feelings of pleasure that 
began to build again. It just wasn't right that a woman 
should receive sexual pleasure from her teenage 
daughter!

But I was! I tried to fight it but I felt those 
sensations beginning to build and my breathing was 
becoming labored and the strangest thing happened then. 
Lori tensed up and made a strange noise before clamping 
her teeth down on my pubic mound and for some reason 
when the pain hit I screamed into her pussy and I came 
nearly as hard as I had when Kevin had fucked me last 
night. 

As soon as I realized what I had done I started crying 
again. I was getting sick to death of my own crying but 
this whole situation was just more than my confused and 
exhausted brain could deal with.

Lori had no such misgivings. She came several times 
before Kevin finally let us stop what we were doing.

She stayed over me for a few moments and caught her 
breath and then she slowly rolled off of me and stood 
up. I sat up and looked around for my drink.

I saw it on the table where Lori and I had just gotten 
fucked and I got up and hurried over and took a couple 
of big sips. The ice was melting and watering my down 
my drink so I went ahead and gulped down the little bit 
that remained. 

When I had put my glass back down Kevin said, "Me and 
Hugh really enjoyed that girls. That was a real hot 
show. So now we would like you to put a couple of 
cushions down here and suck us off because we are both 
pretty horny right now."

I wanted to scream. Would it never end?! I watched Lori 
grab a cushion and start to drop it in front of Kevin 
but he stopped her. "No baby. Hugh wants to see what 
it's like to have a cute little teenager suck his 
cock."

Lori looked disappointed as she moved over and dropped 
down between Hugh's legs. As she dipped her head down 
and began sucking Hugh off Kevin said to me, "Get over 
here cunt. Let's see if you learned anything today."

I dropped my cushion between his thighs and looked at 
his nearly hard cock. As I dropped to my knees I saw 
that although it had seemed gigantic last night when I 
saw it for the first time it wasn't really that much 
bigger than Jon's. I had a rough time of it today but I 
had eventually taken Jon's cock into my throat. I hated 
it. But I did it. 

I had seen Lori take Kevin's cock into her throat so I 
guess that even though I knew it would be hard I would 
probably be able to do it. I leaned down and licked and 
kissed his cock until it was hard and then I started 
taking it into my mouth.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Lori sucking 
off our neighbor and it looked like she was enjoying 
herself. I was becoming more and more anxious to get 
her alone and talk to her and find out just what Kevin 
had done to her in the last three months to turn her 
into the, god I don't know, sex kitten? Slut? Whatever 
she was now.

I started sliding my mouth down Kevin's long, fat cock 
and from the very beginning I used that trick that Lori 
had taught me. My throat was still sore from all of the 
cocks that had forced themselves on me today. But as 
much as I dreaded what I was about to try to do there 
was one thing that I dreaded more, Kevin's belt.

I slid my lips about half way down his shaft and the 
large knob at the top of it collided with the back of 
my throat. I didn't gag this time though. It didn't go 
down but I was getting this gagging thing under 
control.

I drew back and tried again with the same results and 
then again. I could sense Kevin getting impatient and 
the fear was mounting. I remembered what last night had 
been like and I resolved to do anything to avoid that 
helpless feeling again, not to mention the pain.

I went down on him again and again I was brought up 
short. But this time I didn't withdraw. This time I 
kept pressing and the pain was almost unbearable when 
suddenly something gave and his cock slid into my 
throat. If I could have I would have screamed in 
amazement as I found myself with my lips stretched so 
wide around the base of his cock that I was afraid that 
they would begin to split.

Through my tears I glanced up at Kevin and I was 
disappointed to see that his expression never changed. 
My neighbor had been impressed though. I heard his 
exclamation of surprise and I actually felt pride! I 
hated myself for it. But none the less I couldn't help 
feeling proud of myself for what I knew was a major 
accomplishment. 

I stayed that way for as long as I could in order to 
allow my body to get used to having Kevin's cock in my 
throat. When I absolutely couldn't go another second 
without air I slid my mouth back to the tip of his 
cock. On the next attempt it went down much easier. 
Don't misunderstand. It still hurt like hell. And I 
hated doing it. It was still degrading and 
dehumanizing. Still, I couldn't help feeling a secret 
pride that I had done it.

I noticed that Lori had finished sucking our neighbor's 
cock and he had pulled her into his lap so that he 
could molest her cute young body with his hands while 
the three of them now watched me sucking on Kevin's 
horse cock. I hoped they had not had sex too many times 
today because I didn't think that I could keep this up 
for very long.

I kept driving my mouth up and throat up and down on 
Kevin's cock for a very long time before Lori said, 
"Mom, he likes it when you tickle his asshole with your 
finger. And remember, when he starts to get close, 
cradle his balls in your hand and tickle the underside 
of them. That really gets him off."

Twenty-four hours ago I would have died rather than 
touch my finger to someone's asshole. Now I was 
grateful for the suggestion! I slid my hand into 
position and began to tease his opening with my finger 
and I cradled his balls in my other hand. I didn't get 
the impression that he was close to cumming but if it 
was something that he liked I was getting desperate to 
try anything to end this painful blowjob.

I guess Lori's suggestions helped a little because in 
about eight or ten more minutes I felt him tensing up 
and I began tickling the underside of his balls while 
he grabbed my head and held it close to his belly and 
shot his cum down my throat.

I was just grateful that it was over. He let me go 
before I got desperate for air and I gently took my 
mouth off of his softening cock. I half expected him to 
compliment me for being able to take him into my throat 
so soon after my very first blowjob this morning. I 
guess I should have known better. He just stared down 
at me and after a moment or two he said, "Damn it! Are 
you dying for another fucking beating you stupid cunt?"

He must have seen the shock on my face. He shook his 
head in disgust and said, "I remember Lori telling you 
last night that after you suck a cock you lick up the 
last few drops of cum when it goes soft. Do I need to 
put you back in the ropes to get your attention?"

I exclaimed, "Please sir! I'm sorry, I forgot. Please 
don't do that. I'll be good. I promise. Oh god. I'm so 
tired and I hurt so much. I'm trying to do everything 
you told me. I swear I am."

He sighed and said, "Well! I'm still fucking waiting 
you dumb cunt!"

I quickly put my head back in his lap and gently lifted 
his soft cock in my fingers. I licked the tip clean and 
licked up the small puddle of cum on his belly. 

As I cleaned him up I was in tears again. I had been 
expecting praise! Now, here I was on the verge of being 
tied up and whipped again. I gently placed his cock 
back where it had been and I knelt between his legs and 
covered my face and cried. I knew I was going to lose 
my mind. I wasn't sure that I already hadn't.

They watched me cry and Kevin and Hugh had a nice long 
discussion about my training and what was expected of 
me now. Hugh was obviously intrigued. After they had 
talked for a while I heard Kevin offer to train a cunt 
for Hugh since he didn't know how long it would be 
before he got tired of Lori and me. He was fond of an 
attractive mother and daughter team of cunts.

When they had finished their conversation I felt a 
sudden slap on the side of my head and Kevin said, 
"That's enough rest. Take your baby cunt in the house 
and make us something to eat."

I got to my feet and put my cushion back on the lawn 
chair. Then I grabbed my empty glass and Lori and I 
went into the kitchen to make supper. I had no desire 
to do anything but go to bed but I wasn't going to say 
anything to Kevin.

We made a simple supper of pork chops and home fries. I 
just had a small salad. We served the men outside and 
joined them. I was falling asleep at the table and 
after we ate and the table had been cleared I finally 
couldn't stand it any longer. I begged Kevin to let me 
go to bed. It was almost nine o'clock and I had one 
more day of work before the weekend. I knew it was 
going to be a hard day. They all would from now on. But 
mainly I was exhausted after last night and today. 

Kevin got a disgusted look on his face but he said, "I 
guess an old lady like you needs your beauty rest. If 
one of us gets another hard on I imagine your baby can 
handle it. Go ahead cunt. Go to bed. There are some 
bags on your bed. Your new clothes are in them. Hang 
them up before you go to bed."

Shit! I had forgotten about the new clothes they were 
going to buy for me. I said goodnight and wearily 
climbed the stairs. I dumped the clothes out of the 
bags and got some empty hangers out of my closet. 

I put the dresses on hangers and as I did I briefly 
examined each one. Every one of them was worse than the 
one that I wore to work today. Most of them had sheer 
tops. They were all just as short as the one I had worn 
today. A couple of them had slits in the sides and one 
of them was cut so low in the back that the top of the 
crack of my ass was sure to be visible. 

Wearing those things to work was going to be terrible. 
I had to pray though that he wouldn't make me take the 
bus again. I could just imagine what would have 
happened to me today if I had been wearing some of 
these garments.

I hung the dresses up and opened the shoe boxes. There 
was a pair of black pumps with what looked like six 
inch heels and a pair of knee high boots that looked 
even worse. I checked the sizes and they were my size. 
The highest heel I had ever worn was probably the four 
inch heel I wore today. And after all of the walking I 
did my feet felt like they were on fire. Wearing the 
things that they bought for me today, Christ! I didn't 
know how I could do it. 

I had planned to take a shower and go to bed but I was 
so tired that I didn't think I could take a shower. I 
was afraid that I would fall asleep in there. I started 
to crawl into bed even with the horrible taste in my 
mouth and the residue of Kevin's cum on my body. But 
something he had said this morning piqued my interest 
and I went back into the closet and check the tags on 
the new clothes they had bought me. 

There were a dozen new dresses and the cheapest one was 
just under one hundred dollars. One of them was nearly 
two hundred! The shoes were expensive too. I remembered 
Kevin saying something this morning about getting his 
money back for my new clothes and I wondered what 
horrible things I would have to do to repay him for 
almost fifteen hundred dollars worth of clothes that 
only a total slut would wear of her own free will.

Suddenly I was awake. I tried to imagine how I could 
possibly pay him back and some pretty nasty scenarios 
flitted through my exhausted mind. I started to get in 
bed again but as I lifted my leg to get in bed I 
smelled Hugh's cum which I noticed had oozed out of me 
and dried on my thighs and I realized that I couldn't 
do it. 

I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower and 
brushed my teeth and then I finally went to bed. By the 
time I turned the light out it was ten o'clock. I 
started to do the math in my head to see how much sleep 
I could get but I was sleeping before I finished the 
equation. 

The next thing I knew the alarm was going off and it 
was seven in the morning. I shut it off quickly and got 
out of bed as quietly as possible. I hadn't heard a 
thing but Kevin and Lori were sleeping beside me all 
wrapped up with each other.

Kevin hadn't told me to wake him so I snuck into the 
bathroom and took a shower and brushed my teeth as 
quietly as possible. I tiptoed out and picked up one of 
the new dresses at random and grabbed the new shoes. 
The dresses were in no particular order. They were all 
bad and there wasn't that much difference between them. 

I took the dress and the shoes to the kitchen and 
dressed there. I was wobbly in the shoes but they 
weren't as uncomfortable as they looked. I walked 
around the kitchen for a few minutes until I got used 
to them. 

I decided not to look in the mirror to see how the 
dress looked. I could see that my breasts were plainly 
displayed through the sheer top. The skirt was actually 
a little longer than the one I had on yesterday. This 
dress was a size larger than Lori's, though it was 
still a size smaller than I normally wore.

I had time to make coffee but I was anxious to leave 
before Kevin came downstairs and came up with some new 
idea to make my life even more miserable. I grabbed my 
purse and went out into the garage. I opened the garage 
door and drove out of there as quick as I could. I was 
still kind of groggy though and since I was a little 
early I stopped at a convenience store for some coffee. 

When I pulled into the parking lot I saw that there 
were at least a half a dozen cars parked out front. I 
knew from experience that most of those people would be 
inside getting a cup of coffee to sip on while driving 
to work. I thought long and hard about going in there 
with this dress on and my breasts so exposed. I might 
just as well have been topless. But I convinced myself 
that I was going to have to go ahead and get used to 
dressing like this in public. For the foreseeable 
future I was going to dress like a slut. 

Actually, it was even worse than that. For the 
foreseeable future I was actually going to be a slut.

I finally steeled myself and got out of my car. I went 
in and all conversation stopped. Every head turned to 
watch me as I made my way to the coffee pot. I poured 
myself a cup of coffee and for the entire time that I 
stood there preparing my coffee I could feel the eyes 
of a half dozen men on my tits. I felt my nipples grow 
and push against the sheer material of my top and it 
infuriated me. These men were all going to think that I 
was enjoying this!

I got in line and I noticed that after the men in line 
in front of me paid for their coffees and cigarettes or 
whatever they had come in for, they all stood to the 
side and watched my slow approach to the counter.

I finally got to the counter and paid for my coffee and 
while I was waiting for my change one of the men 
finally spoke. "Nice dress! Do you come in her often?"

I didn't even look up. As calmly as possible I 
responded, "Thank you." Then I grabbed my changed and 
rushed to my car. I tossed the change in the passenger 
seat and hurriedly left the parking lot. I sipped my 
coffee and drove to work slowly. I had no desire to 
arrive one second before I was required to be there. 

After I pulled into the parking lot at the office I sat 
in my car and drank the last few swallows of my coffee. 
I was still five minutes early but there was no sense 
putting it off. I got out and went inside. Since I knew 
what was going to happen I locked the door.

I put my purse in my desk drawer and stood up and took 
a few deep breaths before I went to the door of Mr. 
Johnson's office. He was sitting back in his chair 
waiting for me.

I started to knock but our eyes met and I put my hand 
down. I stepped inside and approached his desk and his 
eyes crawled over my body. He knew how much I despised 
him and he was really enjoying how hard this was for 
me.

He grinned and said, "Man! Kevin wasn't kidding. You 
look pretty fucking hot in that dress bitch. I almost 
hate to have you take it off. Almost. Strip bitch.

I reached behind my back and fumbled with the zipper. 
My hands were shaking and it took me a moment to get it 
started. Despite everything that had happened yesterday 
I was still nervous.

I pulled the zipper down and let the dress slip off of 
my shoulders. I stepped out of it and put it on a 
nearby chair. I stood up then and let his eyes take in 
my naked body. He stared for several minutes before he 
stood up and pulled his pants and underwear off. He 
returned to his seat and turned to the side and pointed 
to the floor at his feet.

I moved around his desk and dropped to my knees between 
his elephantine legs. I suppose that his cock wasn't 
really that small. It may have been six inches long. It 
just seemed small because of his huge stomach and 
thighs.

He didn't say or do anything so I leaned forward and 
struggled with his disgusting girth until I was able to 
get his soft cock in my mouth. He quickly became erect 
and I sucked as enthusiastically as I could so that I 
could get this over with.

He must have lasted ten minutes this time and there was 
much more cum than the first two times that I had 
sucked him off. I held his cock in my mouth until it 
was soft and he pushed my head away.

He nearly knocked me over when he stood up. I backed up 
and got to my feet and he ordered me to stand nearby. 
He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a 
digital camera. He began directing me and taking 
pictures as I posed. 

Until the night before last with Kevin I had never, I 
would never ever allow a nude picture of myself to 
exist. Now it hardly mattered. I was embarrassed and I 
hated that he would have these pictures of me to look 
at anytime he wanted. But compared to the pictures that 
Kevin and Lori had taken yesterday, these tame pictures 
hardly mattered.

The poses were getting more obscene. I was forced to 
pose with my legs spread while I held my pussy open so 
that he could photograph right up inside of me. I posed 
bent over with my back to him, holding my ass open and 
he was careful to make sure that my face was visible 
between my legs. I even posed sitting in a chair with 
my legs draped over the arms and masturbating. 

He probably took thirty or forty pictures before he had 
me on my back on his desk with my legs spread. He took 
a few more pictures and then he stood over me and 
fucked me while I held my legs straight up. Well, not 
quite straight up. His belly pushed them half way down 
to my chest. But they started out pointing up.

I really didn't understand how he could cum twice in a 
row like this, especially after all the orgasms he had 
yesterday. I would have guessed that he was incapable 
of cumming at all if I had been forced to guess two 
days ago. He did it though. And just like yesterday his 
face was so red after he came that I wasn't sure he 
wasn't dying.

He pulled me up and forced me to worm my head into his 
crotch and suck him clean just as the front door opened 
and the agents started arriving. He reached for his 
pants and started dressing and while he pulled his 
pants on he said, "You know how I like to see you clean 
that nasty cunt of yours bitch. Go on."

It was my turn to have a red face. This was one of the 
more disgusting things that they made me do. I reached 
down and managed to find a small dribble of cum. There 
was hardly any there at all. It wasn't the volume of 
liquid that made this so humiliating though. I put my 
slimy fingers in my mouth and sucked them clean just as 
someone knocked on the door and we heard Jon's voice 
ask sarcastically, "Is everyone decent?"

Mr. Johnson said, "Come on in Jon. I'd say she's 
decent. I sure enjoy fucking her."

Jon opened the door and I saw that Pete was there with 
him. Jim hadn't come in yet.

They came in just as Mr. Johnson was sitting down. He 
ordered me to kneel in front of him again and when I 
had he made me put his shoes for him. As I slid them on 
his fat feet I couldn't help wondering how he did this 
at home. I would have bet a month's pay he couldn't 
reach his feet. 

He slid his feet under the desk and I stood up and 
turned to see Pete and Jon undressing. Jon sniffed at 
the air and said, "There's nothing I like more than the 
smell of pussy in the morning."

I didn't get the joke but the others thought that was 
amusing.

Pete sat in a chair and called me over. I went to him 
and got on my knees again and as I took his cock into 
my mouth I felt Jon playing with my asshole. 

I got nervous as his finger played over me for a long 
moment. I could tell what he was thinking. Mr. Johnson 
interrupted his chain of thought and gave me something 
new to worry about. He said, "Remember what I told you 
Jon. We can't plow her ass until we get the word from 
Kevin. He has something planned for it. You don't want 
to screw up a good thing. Go ahead and fuck her cunt. 
You'll get your chance at her ass later."

Kevin had already mentioned that my ass was one of the 
cherries that he intended to take. I was trying not to 
think about it though. The idea that these guys were 
all anxious to fuck me there didn't do anything to calm 
my fears.

Jon, who had the largest cock of the four men I worked 
with, began working his hard cock into me from behind 
and it infuriated me that soon after he started fucking 
me, even with the distraction of Pete's cock in my 
mouth and throat, I felt myself becoming aroused and 
responding to the motion of that large cock in my 
pussy.

Not long after Jon started fucking me Pete said, "Jesus 
Jon! When you start working her with that big dick of 
yours she goes down on you like a great white! Look at 
her suck that thing!"

I hadn't realized that I was doing it but as soon as he 
said that I became aware of what I was doing. Even 
knowing it though, I couldn't control it. I sucked 
enthusiastically on Pete's cock and Jon began to fuck 
me even harder. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mr. 
Johnson moving around getting more pictures and I 
didn't even care about that for the moment. Later, when 
he showed me the pictures, I would feel even more 
debased than I did already. But for now nothing 
mattered but the cock that was stretching my pussy so 
wonderfully.

Pete came first and I eagerly swallowed the slime that 
shot out of the end of his cock while groaning in 
pleasure. I felt Jon speed up and I was afraid that he 
was going to cum before I did but at the last second I 
felt his hand move around under me and his fingers 
began to pinch and pull on one of my nipples. It hurt 
like hell but it sent me right over the top and my 
pussy clamped down on his cock. When my pussy gripped 
him I heard him cry out and his hand clamped down on my 
tit like a vice. We were both cumming then.

My head came up off of Pete's cock and I cried out in 
pleasure as Jon filled me with cum. I was out of it for 
a few seconds but slowly I became aware of my 
surroundings and what had just happened and I was 
humiliated all over again. I hated it that he could 
make me cum. I didn't like being brought down to their 
level.

Jon finally pulled out of me and without even thinking 
about what I was doing I turned around and sucked his 
cock clean. When I realized what I was doing, and that 
I had done it without being asked I was shocked at my 
own behavior. I couldn't believe that I would actually 
be succumbing to this training regimen of Kevin's. Was 
I actually turning into a slut?!

As I was sucking Jon's cock clean I felt someone behind 
me and I was shocked to find that Jim had come in and 
undressed while I was being raped by his co-workers and 
I had been so wrapped up in what was happening to me 
that I hadn't even noticed.

After Jim fucked me and I cleaned his cock I was once 
more forced to eat the cum that was draining out of me. 
I knew that the entire purpose of that degrading act 
was to demoralize me and humiliate me but I was finding 
that the more I did it the less effect it had on me. I 
still hated doing it but I no longer felt sick to my 
stomach. It was just one more in a long line of 
degrading acts I was forced to perform for these 
perverts.

After they watched me dress the men left me alone for 
the rest of the morning. I was careful not to get up 
when customers came in after the embarrassment I had 
suffered yesterday. I had learned to call whichever 
agent had a client out front on the intercom and let 
them know that their client had arrived and was waiting 
to see them.

I was gang raped again at lunch time and then it was 
back to work as usual. Everything was almost normal 
until just after three that afternoon. Jon called me 
into his office and I got up and stuck my head in his 
door to see what he wanted. He was in with a man he had 
been talking to about leasing a warehouse near the 
docks. 

Jon ordered me to come in and shut his office door and 
I knew from the looks on the faces of Jon and his 
client that I was about to seal a deal with my body.

I stepped inside and closed the door and the client 
stood up and looked me over. Jon wasted no time. He got 
up and said, "Take off your dress bitch. Mr. Clark is 
in the mood for some of your hot cunt." 

He stepped closer and patted my cheek and said, 
"Congratulations cunt! Your first client! Call me when 
he is finished with you."

Jon left the office and I slowly took my dress off 
while Mr. Clark watched with an expression of disbelief 
on his face. His grin widened as I bared my breasts and 
when I pushed my dress down past my hips and stepped 
out of it for the amusement of yet another man he said, 
"I'll be damned. I thought he was jerking me off!"

Mr. Clark quickly dropped his pants and when he didn't 
move I understood what he wanted from me. I dropped to 
my knees and started sucking his average size cock.

He let me work on his cock for several minutes before 
he pushed my head away and pulled me to my feet. He 
groped my body for a moment and then he pushed me over 
Jon's desk and lifted my legs and forced his cock into 
me.

I was shocked when I realized that my pussy was wet. I 
didn't understand it. I wasn't excited, I was 
humiliated. I was being used as a whore by a man I had 
never actually met. His cock was pounding into me with 
absolutely no concern for anything but his own pleasure 
and I had been wet for him! Once more I had cause to 
fear for my sanity.

Mr. Clark fucked me for five minutes or so before he 
leaned over me and grabbed one of my tits in each hand 
and began twisting and squeezing them brutally. I cried 
out in pain and he suddenly became frenzied, fucking me 
even harder and squeezing my tits in his vice like 
grip. I cried out again and then I was totally 
humiliated when I realized that I was having an orgasm 
as he raped me like a common street whore. My whole 
idea of who I was had been shattered in the last day 
and a half. Now, as I lay under this panting stranger 
who had just filled my cunt with his cream I was 
furious with myself for having let him bring me to 
orgasm. 

I refused to be this kind of woman. I had to fight 
this! I had to do what they told me but when this was 
all over, if it ever ended, I had every intention of 
coming through this unchanged. I didn't want to be the 
kind of woman who submitted to men and enjoyed being 
used by them. The very idea of it ripped at the core of 
who I was.

My chain of thoughts was interrupted when Mr. Clark 
finally straightened up and pulled his soft cock out of 
me. I slid to the floor in front of him and licked and 
sucked at his cock and balls until he was clean. I 
already had his soft, slimy cock in my mouth before I 
even realized what I was doing!

Mr. Clark put his pants back on while he watched me 
dress. When I had my dress zipped up in back I hurried 
to the restroom, informing Jon on the way that his 
client was waiting for him.

I had finished cleaning my crotch and I was staring at 
myself in the mirror when the tears started again. I 
couldn't believe that I was having orgasms with these 
men. I had cum with Jon at our morning orgy and when we 
broke for lunch I had been brought to orgasm by Jim. 
That was horrible enough. But to reach orgasm with the 
clients that I was forced to service, that was more 
than I could stand.

I managed to get through the last couple of hours 
without totally losing my mind. I drove home and after 
the horrible time I had getting home on the bus 
yesterday I didn't mind rush hour at all. I was just 
grateful to be safe and unmolested in my own car.

When I got home there was a car in the driveway that I 
didn't recognize. As soon as I saw the car a wave of 
despair washed over me. I wanted my house and my quiet 
life back. I didn't want to be trained. I didn't want 
to be a whore or a slut. I didn't want to be forced to 
watch my daughter being a slut, and worse yet, enjoying 
it!

I parked in the garage and went into the kitchen. I 
headed right for the booze and made myself a stiff 
drink. I could hear voices and laughter out by the pool 
as I steeled myself to go out and let them know that I 
was home.

Before I could go out there the patio door opened and 
Kevin came into the kitchen. He saw me and gave me a 
strange look. He didn't say anything though. He went to 
the refrigerator and got four beers out and went back 
out onto the patio without ever saying a word. I gulped 
down my drink and then I removed my dress and went out 
onto the patio.

The first thing I saw was Lori, kneeling in the grass 
and sucking on a big black cock. There two large black 
men standing in front of her and she was alternating 
between them. Both men appeared to be in their late 
forties. Kevin was sitting at a nearby table with 
another man. Kevin and his third guest turned to look 
at me and I saw that this man too was in his late 
forties or early fifties.

I went over to Kevin and stood in front of him. His 
guest reached out and ran his hands over my body and 
then he turned me around and pulled me into his lap. I 
facing the two men that were taking turns fucking my 
daughter's mouth and I was forced now to watch as the 
men with Lori enjoyed her talented mouth. She would 
take a big black cock into her mouth and throat and 
suck it until one of the men slapped her face. That was 
the signal for her to switch to the other cock and 
begin servicing it. I think that as disgusting as it 
was to watch, the thing that disturbed me most was that 
Lori didn't seem to mind at all.

The man who was holding me in his lap wasn't watching 
that show. He was watching me as his hands explored my 
tits for a few minutes before they dropped down to my 
widely spread thighs and began to explore my pussy.

I expected it to be painful when he started working his 
big finger inside my pussy. I suppose I should have 
been grateful that it wasn't. Instead I was upset. My 
traitorous cunt was wet again! I don't understand. This 
doesn't excite me! I am being raped and I am watching 
two men molest my brainwashed teenage daughter. How on 
earth could I be aroused?!

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the man fingering me 
turn to Kevin and smile. He pulled his finger out of me 
and showed it to Kevin and as he worked it back inside 
of me he said, "I've got to hand it to you son. You 
really know what you're doing."

He laughed quietly and said, "I think we need to start 
calling you the pussy whisperer."

Kevin laughed and said, "That's a good idea dad. Maybe 
I could get my own show on TV and show all those pussy 
whipped men out there how to train their women."

I couldn't believe it. Kevin had invited his father 
over to rape us! I wondered if the other two men were 
relatives as well.

My focus was still on those other two men who were 
raping my daughter's mouth, although in Lori's case I'm 
not sure you could call it rape.  In those few moments 
when she didn't have a large, black cock in her mouth 
she looked like she was having a good time.

I saw one of the men cum in her mouth and after she 
swallowed she was able to concentrate on the second 
cock she had been tasked with pleasing. The second man 
came quickly once she devoted all of her attention to 
him. Once she had swallowed that second load the three 
of them came over and took seats around the table. 

The four men talked for a few minutes and I learned 
that the lap that I was sitting on belonged to Harry. 
Harry was, as I had guessed, Kevin's father.

One of the other men was Harry's twin brother Henry. 
The third man, they were calling him TC, was a 
neighbor, a close friend, and a distant cousin.

I had probably been in his lap for close to an hour 
when Harry said, "We need to be going gentlemen. But 
before we leave I think I'm going to knock off a little 
piece of momma here. She may not be fifteen but she has 
a damn fine cunt."

Harry pushed me off of his lap and bent me over the 
table that we were all sitting around. I felt everyone 
watching me as he lowered his pants and began forcing 
his cock into me. It didn't take very long at all 
before I realized where Kevin had gotten his cock from. 
His father's cock felt every bit as long and as fat as 
Kevin's. 

I fought desperately not to show it as my body began to 
react to being taken by that big cock. But once again 
my body knew what it liked and wouldn't listen to me. 
In minutes I was moaning in pleasure and losing control 
as that big rod pounded into me. I hated what I was 
becoming. But on some level I realized that my confused 
brain resented very much that I had gone this long 
without ever enjoying this kind of pleasure before. 

The problem with that was, I didn't know if that was an 
honest reaction or if I was starting to think that way 
because of being so constantly raped and humiliated 
over the last two days. Could I actually be succumbing 
to Kevin's training?!

Harry brought me to several very nice orgasms before he 
came. As soon as he pulled out of me I bent over and 
sucked his cock and licked his balls until he was 
clean. As I cleaned him he was telling the others what 
a good fuck I was. He was very complimentary in a lewd, 
crude sort of way. Everything Harry said was something 
that I would have slapped someone's face for saying 
before Kevin began raping me and sharing me with so 
many others. 

It disturbed me that I had somewhat mixed feelings 
about what he was saying and the circumstances under 
which those comments were being rendered.

Harry and the other two men got dressed after I had 
finished my clean up chores. They ignored Lori and me 
and said goodnight to Kevin and left.

As soon as they left, Kevin sent Lori and me up to take 
a shower. He told me to run a razor over my pussy again 
and made Lori responsible for making sure I was smooth.

We went upstairs and took a shower. I shaved as ordered 
and Lori ran her hand over my pussy to make sure I was 
smooth enough. We dried off and I brushed my teeth and 
my hair. I followed Lori back out into my bedroom and 
as I did I realized that we had not spoken a word to 
each other today. We didn't seem to have a relationship 
at all since our mother-daughter relationship had been 
destroyed by Kevin. We were just two people living in 
the same house. No not even people really. We were two 
sex objects who were now owned by Kevin.

That realization shook me. But not as bad as it should 
have and I suddenly understood that he was doing it. 
Kevin was breaking me. He was breaking my will, my 
spirit. In only two days I had become a sex object, a 
toy. No, not even two days. After only one beating I 
had submitted to him and everyone else he ordered me to 
submit to. There was no end in sight either.

Kevin was waiting for us in the bedroom. He had tiny 
little skirts for us to put on. Tiny was not an 
exaggeration. It was hardly more than a large, black 
strip of cloth that extended four inches down from my 
waist. I noticed that Lori was wearing hers low on her 
belly and it just barely covered her privates. It was 
harder for me. I had a larger waist than Lori.

I struggled to push it down enough to cover my pussy 
and the bottom of my ass. It worked marginally well. I 
somehow didn't think it was going to stay there once I 
started moving around. 

Kevin watched me trying to make myself presentable and 
street legal. He was enjoying my discomfort for a few 
minutes but he quickly became bored and said, "That's 
enough bitch. I didn't buy those to protect your 
modesty. You look pretty hot with your ass hanging 
out."

I stopped trying to adjust the skirt and he tossed me a 
crop top and ordered me to put it on. I had never worn 
a crop top. I thought they were much too revealing and 
something that only a slut would wear. This one was 
even worse. 

I slipped it on and the material was so thin that my 
nipples were plainly visible. It was lying loosely 
draped over my tits and only just barely covered my 
tits before ending in an uneven fringe that only added 
to the overall slut effect. 

But the worst part was the large black lettering across 
the front. In big, bold, black letters it said "I GOT 
GANGBANGED!" and on the second line it said "I LOVED 
IT!!!".

I looked over at the matching crop top that Lori had 
just put on and it was just as suggestive. Across the 
front in large red letters it said, "WANNA FUCK?".

I hated these shirts but I gathered from Lori's 
expression that she found them amusing. I turned to 
look at myself in the mirror and I looked like nothing 
so much as a hooker. A cheap hooker at that.

I had no idea where we were going but I knew I was 
going to hate it.

Lori and I followed Kevin out to his car. We all sat in 
front with Lori in the middle. I tried not to watch as 
Kevin's hand came to rest on her upper thigh and as he 
rubbed his finger over her pussy she reached over and 
rested her small hand on the large bulge in his slacks.

We went through to the other side of town and into an 
area that I was unfamiliar with. It was after nine in 
the evening and I was exhausted. I had lost count of 
the number of times I had been raped today. Well, I 
hadn't lost count. I didn't keep count. But it had been 
a lot and if that had been all that I had to do today I 
would be very tired. But in addition to being forced to 
sexually service the four men at work, a client, and 
finally Kevin's father I also had to keep up with my 
normal work load. 

I actually didn't mind that part. I appreciated the 
distraction. It gave me an opportunity to think about 
something besides all of the sex and the horror that my 
life had become.

Kevin parked on a side street just off of the main drag 
but we were in a part of town that was becoming run 
down. There were a lot of empty buildings in the area. 
We got out and walked a half a block to what appeared 
to be a deserted warehouse. Kevin pushed a doorbell and 
after a short pause the door opened and a large black 
man admitted us. He nodded at Kevin and Kevin said, 
"Hey Buddha! How're they hanging man?!"

The man's face never changed and he didn't respond. He 
let us in after giving Lori and me a passing glance. I 
had the impression that he had seen Lori before. The 
little entryway that we were standing in was dark until 
the door closed and a curtain was pulled over it. I 
could hear the faint sound of rap music coming from 
somewhere further inside.

As soon as the curtain covered the door a dim overhead 
light came on. The doorman turned to face Kevin and 
Kevin handed him a wad of money and then raised his 
arms. The man ran his hands over Kevin and I got the 
strange feeling that I was in an old movie as I watched 
Kevin getting frisked.

He finished patting Kevin down and turned to Lori. She 
grinned as if she was having a great time and stood 
with her arms in the air while the man, well, I can't 
call it patting her down so much as he felt her up. 
When he was finished her top was resting above her tits 
and her skirt was nothing but a black belt around her 
waist.

When he had finished feeling my daughter up he turned 
to me. His expression had still not changed. He stepped 
closer to me and said, "I haven't seen your ass in here 
before. Am I gonna have a problem with you?"

I shook my head and raised my arms. His large, rough, 
black hands lifted my top and groped my breasts before 
sliding down and lifting my skirt and forcing my legs 
apart. I felt several fingers worming their way inside 
of my pussy and then his hand slid down over my ass and 
explored the crack. I was relieved that at least he 
hadn't tried to force his fat fingers inside of my ass.

He must have known that he wasn't going to find 
anything on me or my daughter. It was obvious from the 
way that we were dressed that we weren't hiding 
anything. If anything we were hiding far too little.

As soon as he stepped away I pulled my top down and 
worked my tiny skirt back down into place. Lori had 
already adjusted her little outfit. As soon as we were 
ready we followed Kevin through another door. 

Once we had passed through the second door and into the 
club the music was louder but not so loud as to be 
obnoxious. It was still rap and I still hated it but it 
was at least at a volume that was tolerable. I assumed 
that this was some sort of illegal, unlicensed club and 
they had to keep the noise down to avoid attracting law 
enforcement.

I looked around and saw small stages scattered around 
the room and on each stage was a naked woman dancing 
sensuously. Only one or two of them seemed to be 
dancing to the music that was playing. One of the girls 
was oriental and I saw a couple that were black but 
there were nearly a dozen more and they were all white. 
The customers were all black.

Kevin selected some empty seats near one of the stages 
and we sat and looked up at a dancer that looked 
younger than Lori. She glanced at Kevin and smiled but 
she ignored us. I looked up and I was looking right 
into her pussy only about three feet from my face. That 
was all I needed to see and I looked away quickly.

Another naked white woman came up behind us and took 
our drink orders. She greeted Lori by name. I had to 
wonder how much time Lori had spent in here. I also 
found myself wondering if she had done anything besides 
drink, not that it wasn't bad enough that she was 
already drinking alcohol at her age.

The waitress soon returned with our drinks. I sipped on 
my glass of cheap white wine and stared at my hands. I 
had never been in a strip club of course. No one was 
stripping in here. All the women seemed to be naked all 
the time. But I didn't know what else to call it. I was 
sorry for those poor girls that were forced to exhibit 
themselves like that. It was so degrading. But I didn't 
want to see it. And I had the nagging feeling in the 
back of my mind that I wasn't just here to drink and 
listen to music.

It wasn't long before I had all of my questions 
answered. A man came over and held a whispered 
conversation with Kevin. I saw the man hand Kevin some 
money and then grab Lori's arm and walk away. I watched 
as Lori was led through a side door and I glanced up to 
see Kevin watching me. He saw the shock and the fear on 
my face and he just smiled.

Before Lori returned another man approached Kevin and 
two minutes later he was pulling me through that same 
side door that Lori had gone through. I gasped and 
almost lost my balance when I stepped through the door. 
We were in a large room. I mean huge, about half the 
size of an airplane hangar. There were no interior 
walls, just one large undivided room. And everywhere I 
looked there were mattresses lying on the floor. And a 
large number of those mattresses were occupied by black 
men copulating with young white women.

The man that had apparently paid to fuck me stopped and 
looked around and then led me down a narrow aisle 
between rows of mattresses and past couples fucking in 
every position you could possibly imagine to a mattress 
which was right next to Lori and the man who had paid 
to have sex with her.

The man that was fucking Lori from behind looked up and 
grinned and without missing a stroke he called out, 
"Hey brother! I see you brought momma in to play. Let 
me know if her shit's any good. I might try her later."

My escort ordered me to strip and I was too afraid not 
to. It took almost no time to get out of my two tiny 
garments and while he watched me undress he was 
unfastening his pants and pulling them off. It was 
incongruous I know but I couldn't help thinking that 
with all the men that had raped me lately, and every 
time one of these men had sex with me I considered it 
rape, only Kevin had been naked. Every other man that 
had used me in the last two days had kept his shirt on!

I was soon on my hands and knees beside Lori with a 
cock fucking me violently. It was a very violent fuck, 
as so many of them were lately. But I wasn't aroused 
and I found myself gazing around the room and wondering 
about all of those young white women. I wondered how 
many, if any, were here voluntarily. I wondered how 
many were like Lori and had been brainwashed. I also 
wondered how many of them were like me and being forced 
to submit to these rapes for fear of being beaten 
beyond my ability to endure.

There were tears pouring down my cheeks. How could I 
have sunk so low? I am now a common prostitute. No, I'm 
even lower than a prostitute. I don't even get any of 
the money he makes selling my body to strange men for 
sex. And worse yet I'm working on my hands and knees 
right beside my fifteen year old daughter. How could I 
have allowed myself to be taken so low?

I listened to the two men who were using us. They 
commented on our relative merits as fuck meat. They 
commented on how tight our pussies were and the sizes 
of our tits and the shapes of our asses. They stopped 
raping us for long enough to switch places for a couple 
of minutes so that they could compare how our pussies 
felt on their cocks. 

Once they had compared they switched back and fucked us 
violently until they attained an orgasm. I had heard 
Lori squealing in delight but I hadn't enjoyed it. I 
was too despondent. 

After they had both cum and we had performed our 
standard clean up duties I reached for my two whorish 
articles of clothing but Lori stopped me before I could 
put them on. She led me to a small ladies room where we 
could freshen up and prepare for our next customers. 

One wall of the small room was lined with toilets that 
were placed so close together that when seated our hips 
nearly touched the hips of the women on the toilet 
beside us as we sat in embarrassed silence and allowed 
the cum to drain out of us for a couple of minutes. As 
I sat there with my daughter beside me on one side and 
a girl on the other side of me who I knew was not yet 
eighteen, I listened to the other girl's conversations. 
Some of the others were crying. Most were quiet, morose 
looking, and kept to themselves. They were obviously 
not here because they enjoyed what they were doing. 
There were a few that were laughing and joking quietly 
with a friend but those seemed to be the exceptions.

Lori and I finished on the toilets and washed up at the 
long row of sinks. There were piles of small, clean, 
white washcloths that we could use to freshen up with. 
I tried not to look around as I used a cloth to wipe my 
pussy clean. It was such a personal thing to do in 
front of twenty other women, even if they were all 
going through the same process.

I finally put my clothes back on and followed Lori back 
out to our seats. My small glass of very bad white wine 
had gotten warm but it took the taste of that dirty 
black dick out of my mouth so I sipped on it for a 
couple of minutes until another man came over and paid 
for my services.

I was taken into the back room a dozen times over the 
next two hours. I was fucked by a dozen black men of 
all descriptions. They ranged in age from no more than 
eighteen to one guy that was at least sixty. Except for 
that first time I was always on my own and I was always 
on my back except for one man who just wanted a 
blowjob. It was so dehumanizing, so demeaning. After 
each anonymous fuck I sat on one of those equally 
dehumanizing toilets and cried quietly as another 
strange man's cum drained out of me.

After about two hours a group of men came over to the 
table and one of them spoke with Kevin for a few 
minutes. The spokesman handed Kevin a large wad of 
money and the bored young woman who was dancing on the 
small stage in front of us was sent away. Kevin leaned 
over and said something to Lori and she got up and took 
my hand. She pulled me to my feet and led me to the 
stairs that led up onto the stage in front of us.

I followed along like the mindless sex toy that I was 
becoming. Once we were on stage Lori started undressing 
and she told me to take my clothes off too. I looked 
around at the crowd of men who had gathered to watch 
and fought back the tears as I removed my slutty outfit 
for their amusement.

When I was naked Lori took me into her arms and began 
to make love to me. I stood their woodenly at first 
while she kissed my unresponsive lips and ran her hand 
over my body. After a couple of minutes she whispered, 
"Do you really want to piss Kevin off mom?"

At first I wasn't sure. Maybe it would be better to let 
him kill me and put me out of my misery. I couldn't go 
on like this forever. But the memory of that beating 
was still too fresh. I just couldn't go through that 
again.

I began to return Lori's kisses and slide my hands over 
her firm young body. I told myself that it was nothing 
that I hadn't done before. We kissed and caressed for 
several minutes and then Lori pulled me down to the 
floor and we moved into a sixty-nine position. As I 
began to lick her pussy I realized that I could taste 
the traces of cum from her last customer. I suppose 
that she could taste mine as well. I had tasted so much 
cum in the last two days that it didn't even bother me. 
What bothered me still was that I was rolling around on 
the floor with my little girl for the amusement of a 
crowd of strange men while we performed cunnalingus on 
each other.

I felt her educated tongue between the lips of my pussy 
and it was pleasant but I was far too despondent to 
enjoy it. I heard the comments of the crude men all 
around us who were excited by watching a mother have 
oral sex with her teenage daughter and I couldn't 
imagine that I could have sunk so low in only two days.

Something inside of me, something very stupid inside of 
me finally couldn't take this any longer and rebelled. 
I pushed my daughter off of me and scrambled to my 
feet. I screamed at the men around me that I couldn't 
do this and I called them every obscene name that I 
could think of. 

Kevin glared at me but I didn't care. I wasn't going to 
do this anymore. I grabbed my top and my skirt and 
headed for the stairs. I was getting out of here. I got 
down the stairs and managed about two steps before 
Kevin stood beside me with his hand wrapped in my hair 
and almost lifted me off of the floor. I screamed and 
scratched at his arm and tried to kick him until he 
slapped me so hard that I saw stars. 

I went limp for a moment and he turned to the crowd and 
said, "Okay boys, free pussy. She's all yours for the 
rest of the night."

A couple of large men grabbed me and before they 
carried me away Kevin turned to the man that had let us 
in and said, "I'll pick her up tomorrow sometime."

I started kicking and screaming furiously when they 
started to lead me into the back. The large man that 
had frisked me when we came in took two steps and 
suddenly punched me in the stomach. As I gasped in pain 
his meaty hand came up and slapped me nearly 
unconscious. His hand grabbed a handful of my hair and 
held my head up and his large, ugly face was only an 
inch from mine when he hissed at me, "This is going to 
be the longest night of your fucking life bitch, if you 
live through it."

As soon as he let go of my hair I started screaming 
again. We had drawn quite a crowd and I couldn't even 
guess how many men followed as I was carried into the 
back and thrown down on a mattress.

I jumped up immediately but I was surrounded by a sea 
of leering black faces and there was no escape. I 
screamed at them to let me go. I made all sorts of 
empty threats. They seemed to find me so terribly 
amusing.

The two men that had carried me in had removed their 
pants and they stepped up and with almost no effort 
they forced me down onto my hands and knees. I cried 
out as the first large cock entered my pussy and 
struggled as the other man worked his cock into my 
mouth and began fucking my face. 

For just a second I thought about biting him. But 
through the red haze that had come over my brain came 
the image of my teeth being pulled out with pliers and 
I finally stopped fighting. I had lost. I had lost more 
than I realized at the time. I would be paying for the 
scene I had made out there on that stage for a long 
time to come.

I had already been fucked by a dozen men since arriving 
at that sex club a few hours ago. That wasn't even a 
good warm up for what was to follow. For the next five 
or six hours I was constantly being fucked in my pussy 
and my mouth. As soon as one man shot his cum into me 
he moved out of the way and there waiting was another 
big black cock. I couldn't count them of course. 

After the first dozen or so men my mind had crawled 
into a little space and seemed only vaguely aware of 
what was happening to my body. I knew that my thighs 
were getting covered with cum and I couldn't imagine 
that they would still want to have sex with me. It 
didn't occur to me until much later that it wasn't 
really sex. It wasn't about that at all. It was about 
teaching me a lesson. They were punishing me with cock 
and with cum. I was being put in my place.

It hurt at first. They were very rough, intentionally 
so. After a while though I started getting numb and 
then a little later my mind went into that place and I 
was almost unaware of what was happening to me.

I have no idea what time it was when I finally realized 
that I was alone. I was curled up on the mattress in a 
little ball. I was nearly covered in cum and I was 
lying in a cold pool of male fluids but it didn't 
really matter anymore.

Only a few minutes passed before I was vaguely aware 
that I was no longer alone and I opened my eyes to see 
the man who had frisked me when I came in last night. 
He was standing over me and looking down at me in 
disgust. When I opened my eyes he said, "I was gonna 
fuck you again but there's no way I'm gonna stick my 
dick in your skanky ass, bitch. Jesus you stink! This 
ain't no fucking flop house. Nobody said you could 
sleep. Get your nasty ass in there and clean yourself 
up."

I struggled to my feet. I hurt so bad that I couldn't 
straighten up. I shuffled towards the bathroom, bent 
over and holding my stomach. Every step was agony. My 
stomach hurt, I didn't know if that was because of the 
punches or all of the cocks that had pummeled me. I 
knew why my pussy hurt so badly though. All of those 
violent rapes, hour after hour, one right after 
another. 

My throat was just as sore as my pussy. I hadn't tried 
but I'm pretty sure that I couldn't talk if I had to. I 
made it to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. I hadn't 
even realized how badly I needed to pee until I sat 
down. I let the cum drain out of me until I couldn't 
hear it dripping into the toilet any longer. When I 
stood up and turned around to flush it I saw an 
unbelievable amount of viscous fluid floating in the 
water. I thought that most of it had drained out of me 
when I was lying on the mattress. I was wrong.

I flushed the toilet and shuffled over to the sink. I 
stared at myself in the mirror. I didn't even recognize 
my reflection. My hair was stiff from their cum. Many 
of the men had used my hair to wipe their cocks clean. 
Others had shot their load into my face and hair.

My lips were cracked and swollen and there were a few 
places where blood had trickled down. I don't remember 
being hit in the face except for that one time I was 
slapped before it started. I'm not sure why I was 
bleeding.

My tits were very tender. I could see scratches and 
several black and blue marks. The men must have been 
pretty rough on them but I don't remember it.

I leaned down and rinsed my face off several times 
before I picked up a washcloth and started trying to 
clean myself up. I was washing my body with the cloth 
when I felt someone watching me. I looked up to see the 
doorman watching me from the door to the bathroom. 

I ignored him and went back to cleaning the dried cum 
from my body. I had no idea what time it was. I 
wondered how long it would be before Kevin came back 
for me. I felt a sudden wave of fear grip my chest. 
What did Kevin have in mind for me when he came back 
for me? He had been furious last night. The hook?

I shuddered as I remembered that horrible beating he 
had subjected me to that first night. The tears started 
again because I was certain it was going to happen 
again.

I finished cleaning myself up. Or at least I was as 
clean as I could get without taking a long hot bath and 
using a douche. 

I tossed the last of the four face cloths I had used to 
clean myself up with into the bucket they had supplied. 
I was as clean as I was going to get until I got home.

It couldn't be put off any longer. I turned to face the 
doorman and he entered the room and came closer to 
examine me. He sniffed and said, "That's a little 
better. I still don't think I want to fuck your nasty 
ass. Get down and suck me off bitch. I didn't get to 
fuck your face last night. The line was too long."

The floor was damp and dirty and I started to reach for 
a couple of washcloths to kneel on. I saw his arm go 
back and I cowered and covered my head. 

He snarled, "I said get down and suck me off bitch! Are 
you fucking brain dead?! Didn't you learn anything last 
night? You stupid fucking cunt! When a man tells you to 
do something you fucking do it! Instantly!"

I sobbed quietly as I dropped to my knees on the filthy 
floor. He didn't offer to help so I unfastened his 
pants and pulled them down far enough to expose his 
manhood. I gripped his soft cock in my fingers and 
pulled it free of his underwear. The smell was 
unpleasant but I had smelled a lot worse over the 
course of the last five or six hours.

My lips cracked when I opened them to take his cock 
into my mouth. The worst pain wasn't when I took his 
fat cock into my throat though. The pain in my jaw was 
what caused me to cry out. I hadn't tried to talk or 
open my mouth very far since I had become aware of my 
surroundings again and realized that the rapes had 
stopped. I hadn't realized just how sore my jaw was 
until I opened my mouth wide enough to accommodate his 
cock. 

It hurt like hell but of course that didn't matter. I 
ignored the pain in my lips and my throat and my jaw 
and I put every bit of what little strength remained in 
my incredibly abused body to work. I wanted desperately 
to please this man, I was too scared not to.

He watched me as I worked on his cock with a look of 
disgust on his face. At one point he reached out to 
hold my head. But when he saw the condition of my hair 
he thought better of it and dropped his hands back to 
his side.

He probably only lasted ten or fifteen minutes. It just 
seemed like an hour before he filled my mouth with one 
last load of cum. After he came I held his cock in my 
mouth until he placed the tips of two of his large 
fingers against my forehead and pushed me down on my 
ass on the filthy floor.

I sat there crying as he stepped back and fastened his 
pants. When he was dressed again he said, "Get off your 
lazy ass, bitch. Get yourself cleaned up and come out 
to the front door."

After he left I used a few more washcloths to clean the 
filth from my body again. I quickly rinsed my mouth out 
at the sink. I walked through the empty room full of 
nasty, cum stained mattresses. I looked around for my 
clothes but then I remembered that I had been brought 
back here naked.

I went out and through the club to the front door. I 
looked around out in the club but my clothes weren't 
there either. As I passed by the bar I spotted a clock. 
It was almost six in the morning. I had been here since 
about nine last night. Nine hours of almost constant 
rape. And I didn't believe for an instant that my day 
was over.

The doorman was sitting at a desk near the front door 
watching a small, portable TV. When I entered the foyer 
I asked the doorman if he had any idea where my 
clothing had gone to. My voice was unrecognizable. I 
couldn't help wondering if the damage to my throat 
would be permanent.

He glanced up at me for a second but then turned back 
to his little television. He didn't say anything at 
first but then he said, "I don't want you to open your 
fucking mouth again unless someone is trying to put a 
cock in it you stupid bitch."

I didn't know why he was so mad at me. Maybe he just 
hated women. Or maybe he just hated white sluts. I 
moved away from him and stood with my back to the wall 
and waited. It was probably another half an hour before 
the bell rang and Kevin was there to pick me up. I 
cowered against the wall as he came in and looked me 
over. I tried to tell him that I was sorry, though I 
wasn't sure what I was apologizing for.

He interrupted me and said, "I don't like getting up at 
six o'clock in the morning cunt. I hope you are well 
rested because you are going to pay me back for 
humiliating me last night and making me get up this 
early. I didn't even earn back half of what I paid for 
your clothes last night. But don't worry. I have 
something else in mind that will make up the 
difference."

I was so scared as I stood there with him almost 
yelling in my face that I didn't even mention that my 
clothes were missing when he told me to follow him.

I followed him out onto the sidewalk and down to the 
corner. There were a few people around but it was early 
and it was a rundown part of town so there didn't seem 
to be any decent people around to be offended by my 
nudity. 

We turned the corner and walked a half a block to his 
car. I was grateful that I had at least been able to 
keep my shoes on last night. I would have hated to be 
barefoot. 

We passed several men who stopped and grinned and 
turned to watch me as I followed Kevin to the car. But 
they didn't speak to me or try to touch me or anything. 
They just enjoyed my nudity.

We got to the car and Kevin directed me to sit on a 
towel in his back seat. He drove away and as he drove 
through town I tried once more to tell him that I was 
sorry. I wanted to explain that I had lost it. I 
couldn't stand it anymore. I wanted him to understand 
that I was a mother and that it was very difficult to 
overcome a mother's natural instinct to protect her 
child. 

He didn't even look back at me in the mirror. He just 
growled, "Do I need to stick something in your mouth to 
shut you up you dumb cunt?"

I gave up and sat back and closed my eyes. He didn't 
care why I had rebelled last night. I doubt if he even 
minded. He was probably looking forward to making me 
pay for it.

I opened my eyes when he pulled into a parking lot. We 
were in the industrial district. He had parked in front 
of a large metal building. There were no signs to 
indicate what they did here. There were a dozen cars 
and SUVs parked in the lot but no one going in or out. 
It didn't look like another club. But then, the place 
that I had spent the night last night looked like 
nothing but an abandoned warehouse. 

Kevin ordered me out. I got out and shut the door and 
he grabbed my arm and pulled me around behind his car. 
He pointed to a pile of clothing and I recognized one 
of my normal outfits, the clothes I used to wear before 
I became Kevin's bitch. He ordered me to dress and 
while I was putting my underwear on he pointed out some 
disturbing things in his trunk. I didn't recognize most 
of it but I saw leather collars and cuffs. There were 
chains and different kinds of whips and a large 
assortment of things that looked painful and I didn't 
even know what they were for.

I had stopped dressing as my eyes inventoried the 
instruments of torture that Kevin was showing me. I was 
standing in a public parking lot in my bra and panties. 
But I was so upset that I had forgotten all about 
getting dressed.

I finally tore my eyes away from the horrible contents 
of Kevin's trunk and tried once more to beg him to 
forgive me. I pleaded with him to have pity on me. I 
promised him that I would never disobey him or 
humiliate him again.

He laughed and responded, "You stupid cunt. You made 
that same promise a couple of days ago after your first 
beating. I told you then that I knew you'd screw up. 
You dumb cunts don't learn after just one beating. You 
are going to get another beating when I get you home 
and I told you I wasn't going to take it easy on you if 
I had to do it again. I will make you a deal though. If 
you do everything that you are told between now and the 
time I get you home I will take it easy on you again. 
Not as easy as I did the first night. But easier than 
what I'm planning now. So what happens to you tonight 
is up to you."

There it was. No matter what else happened to me today 
I was going to be beaten when I got home. And it was 
going to be more severe than the first beating. I was 
crying again and I was shaking so bad that I could 
hardly stand. At first my mind was paralyzed with 
terror. But then another horrible thought crossed my 
mind. "What was he going to make me do in this building 
that was so bad that he was showing me this equipment 
and leaving the severity of the beating that I was to 
receive up to me?"

He watched me for a few moments, obviously enjoying the 
fear that seemed to have incapacitated me. He allowed 
me to stand there for a minute or two before he said, 
"Get your fucking clothes on you stupid cunt. Are you 
trying to get arrested?"

My mind was numb as I reached into the trunk and pulled 
out a knee length skirt and stepped into it. I nearly 
fell on my ass trying to put it on. I wanted nothing 
more right at that moment than to collapse and cry 
hysterically. I was so close to finally going over the 
edge and losing my mind.

I had frozen in place again after I had my skirt on and 
after a few seconds he asked, "Do I need to slap you 
around a little to get you going? Put the rest of your 
damned clothes on bitch!"

I pulled on the conservative blouse he had brought me 
and tucked it in. I buttoned up the skirt and stood 
shaking in fear. I looked up to see if he was satisfied 
and as he closed the trunk I asked, "Please sir, what's 
in this building. What's going to happen to me here?"

He smiled and replied, "You are going to finish paying 
me back for all the nice clothes I bought you. If don't 
want to be beaten half to death tonight then I suggest 
that do everything you are told in there. Like I said, 
how badly you get beaten tonight is all up to you."

He turned and headed for the door and I followed behind 
him. He opened the door and went in and when I stepped 
in after him I found myself in a comfortable looking 
reception room. A pretty young blonde behind the desk 
greeted Kevin by name and then gave me a look that let 
me know she thought that I was the sort of thing a 
decent person might have to scrape off of the bottom of 
their shoes after walking through a pasture.

The girl picked up her phone, punched a button and 
said, "Mr. Baird, Mr. Gadsen is here with...Mr. Gadsen 
is here."

She hung up the phone and smiled at Kevin and said, 
"You can go right in sir."

Kevin went through a door and I followed him down a 
short hall past several offices to Mr. Baird's office. 
When we entered Mr. Baird stood up and shook hands with 
Kevin. Then he came around his desk and stood in front 
of me.

He looked me up and down and then walked around me. 
When he was back in front of me he said, "She stinks. 
But she looks as good as her pictures Kevin. She isn't 
marked up is she?"

Kevin looked thoughtful and said, "A couple of light 
bruises on her tits. Nothing that a little makeup won't 
be able to take care of."

Mr. Baird looked annoyed. He said to me, "Show me your 
tits honey."

I unbuttoned my blouse quickly. I released the front 
closure on my bra and held my blouse and bra open so 
that my breasts were fully displayed. He bent forward 
and examined them, even lifting them so that he could 
look at the underside. He payed close attention to one 
of the bruises and then stood up and said to Kevin, 
"We'll see how she comes out of makeup. We may have to 
postpone this for a few days."

Kevin said, "If you want to postpone it you will have 
to put it off for more than a couple of days. I'm going 
to beat the hell out of her tonight. She'll think long 
and hard before she freaks out on me again."

Mr. Baird got a funny look on his face. He went around 
to his seat and picked up his phone and pushed some 
buttons. He said, "Darling, would you come in here 
please. I need you to take this...this woman down to 
makeup."

He hung up the phone and while we were waiting he laid 
three forms out on his desk and called me over and 
ordered me to sign each of them. I had no idea what 
they were.

Seconds later the blonde who had been out front came 
in. Mr. Baird said to her, "See that they pay special 
attention to those bruises on her tits. I need to know 
if we can use her today. Tell them to call me."

I started to button my blouse but in a voice dripping 
with disdain the blonde said, "Don't bother. Come with 
me."

I still wasn't certain what it was that they did here 
but I was tempted to tell that young bitch off. Imagine 
her working in a place like this and looking down on 
me! But I was fully aware of what was happening to me 
when I got home. I wasn't going to say anything to 
anyone about anything.

As I walked towards the door I heard Mr. Baird say, 
"About this beating..."

That was all I heard but I couldn't help wondering if 
he could talk Kevin out of it. I had no reason to 
believe that was his intent. I was just clinging to any 
hope at all I suppose.

I held my blouse closed as I followed the blonde down 
the hallway and then down another short corridor before 
she opened a door and I was in a makeup room. There 
were two beauty shop chairs in the room and a man and 
woman were sitting in them talking. 

They got up when the blonde entered and they greeted 
each other. No one spoke to me. The blonde said, "Mr. 
Baird wants you to give her the works. She has some 
bruises on her tits. See if you can do anything with 
them and let him know. He needs to know if he is going 
to have to postpone the shoot. So I guess you should 
start there."

The woman turned to look at me and asked, "Have you 
ever done this before?"

I didn't know how to answer. "Done what?" I asked. "I 
don't know why I'm here."

All three of them laughed at me. The blonde said, "This 
is going to be interesting. See you guys later."

She left and the makeup woman said, "Get out of those 
clothes."

I took off my blouse and bra and put them on a chair. 
They were both watching me but it seemed to be more to 
appraise me for the work they needed to do than the 
leering looks I was getting used to in the last few 
days.

I removed my skirt and blouse and then for the first 
time in a very long time I took my shoes off. I can't 
describe how much of a relief it was to get out of 
those instruments of torture.

They both came over to where I stood and looked me 
over. They seemed satisfied with my body in general and 
they began to concentrate on the bruises on my tits. 
They ran their hands over them and lifted and separated 
until they had seen everything there was to see. 

The man grinned and asked, "Rough night last night 
sugar?"

I was on the verge of telling him off. Instead I 
replied, "Yes sir. Getting gang raped is very tiring."

I was gratified that they actually seemed uncomfortable 
for a second.

The woman sniffed and said, "You really stink honey." 
She pointed at a door in the far wall and said, 
"There's a shower in there. Go clean up and wash your 
hair. Make it quick though. There are a lot of people 
waiting around."

I took a quick shower and washed my hair. I dried off 
and hurried back into the makeup room. I don't know why 
I was hurrying. I wasn't anxious t find out why I was 
here. I guess that I was just getting used to doing 
what I was told.

I was directed to one of the chairs and they began 
working to cover up the bruises on my tits. They had 
faded slightly since I first saw them early this 
morning. I guess they weren't as bad as they could have 
been. There were a few feint scratches too. Both of 
them began working on me with powders and creams and in 
just a few minutes the marks on my tits were all 
invisible. 

The woman went to a phone and used the intercom to tell 
Mr. Baird that the bruises covered up well and I would 
be ready in about half an hour.

They proceeded to cover the rest of my body with creams 
and powders. They checked everywhere that hair grew but 
were satisfied that I didn't need a shave. The man 
worked on my hair while the woman finished my front and 
then they stood me up and worked together to put makeup 
on my back.

When they were finished the woman notified Mr. Baird on 
the intercom. They sat back in their chairs and we 
waited for someone to come and get me. In the 
uncomfortable silence that ensued I finally asked them, 
"What is going to happen to me here?"

They both laughed and the woman answered, "Apparently 
not much that hasn't already happened to you. I'm 
guessing that there isn't a lot that hasn't already 
happened to you."

They both got a chuckle out of that. I saw that I 
wasn't getting anywhere with them. They thought that I 
was some kind of slut and beneath their dignity. Fuck 
them, fuck them both!

I heard footsteps approaching and Mr. Baird came in. He 
looked me all over, paying special attention to my 
tits. When he was satisfied he said, "Okay, get 
dressed. Hurry it up."

While I was dressing he said to the couple who had done 
my makeup, "Good job. There isn't anything else 
scheduled for today. You can knock off now. If you want 
to come in and watch the show I'm thinking it's going 
to get pretty amusing."

I followed Mr. Baird back out and through another door 
into a huge room with a dozen people and camera 
equipment everywhere. The large room was divided into 
smaller sets and people were moving around doing god 
knows what. 

There was one man who seemed to be in charge. He was 
running around yelling at everyone to do this and do 
that and go here or go there. It was all very hectic. 
It was also very intimidating.

I was standing several feet inside the door, watching 
all the incomprehensible activity and waiting for 
someone to tell me what to do. I nearly jumped out of 
my skin when I head Kevin behind me. He said, "You see 
that guy doing all the yelling?"

I nodded.

Kevin said, "I told that man that you would do every 
single thing that he told you to do, him and every 
other person on this set. I'm going to warn you right 
now, you are going to hate it. But if you screw this up 
I'm going to beat you to within an inch of your fucking 
life. Do you understand me?"

I was so scared now that I could hardly breathe. I had 
no idea what was going to happen to me but I believed 
Kevin. I was sure that I would hate it, whatever it 
was. It didn't matter though. I nodded my head and 
replied, "Yes sir. I understand you."

I heard his evil chuckle and he quietly said, "Somehow 
I still don't believe you. I guess we'll see."

A few minutes later the room got quiet. All the hectic 
preparations were complete. The man who had been doing 
all of the yelling looked around and spotted me. He 
waved me over to where he was standing. I was so scared 
I could hardly walk but I managed to make it over to 
where he stood. He looked me over and nodded and then 
said, "I understand that you have no idea what is going 
to happen to you here today. Is that true?"

I nodded. I was too scared to talk.

He grinned and said, "And you have never done this 
before?"

I nodded again.

He chuckled and said, "Shit, this is going to be 
interesting." 

He looked behind him and pointed out a strange looking 
woman wearing an even stranger outfit. He told me that 
for the next two hours I would be doing everything that 
woman said.

The woman's costume consisted entirely of leather 
straps but it didn't cover any of the areas that were 
normally covered by clothing. It merely outlined her 
breasts and her pubic area. There was a large studded 
belt around her waist and leather studded cuffs and a 
wide thick leather collar. She was an attractive blonde 
in very good shape. She was the most muscular woman 
that I think that I have ever seen. She looked to be in 
her mid forties at least. She had a dour look on her 
face and the total effect was very intimidating.

He asked, "Do you have any questions?"

I thought, "Your damned right I have questions! I have 
a lot of questions!" But I just shook my head and he 
shoved me over towards her and said, "Go over and 
introduce yourself."

I walked over to the woman in the leather harness and 
said, "Hello. I'm Karen. I was told to introduce myself 
to you."

She glowered at me and looked me up and down like just 
about every man I met lately did. She grinned slightly 
and then she said, "They still haven't told you why 
you're here, have they?"

It was starting to annoy me that everyone asked me that 
but no one would tell me why I was here. But of course 
I knew better than to piss her off. I just said, "No 
ma'am. No one will tell me what is going to happen to 
me here."

She was a tall woman. She must be nearly six feet tall. 
She had great muscle definition. She looked like an 
Amazon. She looked down at me and after a long pause 
she said, "You and me are going to make a movie. But 
then, I suppose you've figured that part out already."

I nodded. I figured it was going to be a movie by the 
makeup and the cameras and the sets. So now it looked 
like I was going to be making a sex movie with an 
Amazonian female. I wasn't looking forward to it. I 
still wasn't that fond of sex with another female. But 
at least it wasn't with my daughter this time. I didn't 
understand why everyone thought that I was going to get 
weird about that. After last night I think I could 
handle having sex with just one woman. 

She laughed and said, "I can read your fucking mind. 
You dumb cunt. It won't be just you and me. I don't 
want your skuzzy mouth anywhere near me. I'm just going 
to be in charge. You are going to do everything I tell 
you. You are going to hate it. But you are going to do 
it. Because if you don't I am going to hurt you more 
than you have ever been hurt before. And to be honest, 
I hope you fight me. I hate it when I get some fresh 
cunt and she gives in too easy. It takes all the fun 
out of it."

Oh well, I didn't want to be friends with her anyway. I 
stepped away from her and went back to looking around. 
I realized that everyone was watching us. Suddenly I 
was very self-conscious. 

I tried to take a few deep breaths and force myself to 
calm down. I had just about managed when the Amazon 
took my arm and said, "Let's go. It's time to get 
started. From now on if you call me anything it had 
best be mistress. Is that understood?"

She was scary woman and I had no intention of pissing 
her off. I was tired and sore from last night and I 
just wanted to get this over with and go home. I 
responded, "Yes mistress."

She guided me to the set that the people and the 
cameras and lights all seemed to be focused on. As we 
walked she asked me, "Do you know what a cattle prod 
it?"

I had never seen one but I knew what they were, what 
they were used for. I started to nod but then I figured 
it would be more appropriate to say, "Yes mistress."

She said, "Good. That should make things a little 
easier."

I didn't like the sound of that.

We entered the set. I looked around and it didn't do 
anything to relieve my rapidly growing distress to see 
that I was in a fake dungeon. As soon as we were on the 
set the guy who had been doing all of the yelling 
earlier, the director I assume, yelled, "Ready on the 
set?"

I glanced around and waited for someone to tell me what 
to do. I still had no idea what this was all about.

The director yelled, "Action!"

The Amazon let my arm go and walked around me. I was 
turned so that the camera was to my right front. It had 
a clear view when she reached up and grabbed the lapels 
of my blouse and with one violent motion she tore it 
all the way down the front sending buttons flying 
everywhere.

It was so violent and so unexpected that I screamed.

She smiled and in a sympathetic voice asked, "What's 
the matter pet? Did I scare you?"

I was scared! I was terrified. I was also aware of the 
large microphone on a boom just over our heads and the 
cameras that were recording what we did and more than a 
dozen people staring at us. 

Suddenly her hand came up and she slapped my face. I 
screamed again but she put her face in mine and said, 
"I asked you a question pet! Are you scared?"

I answered quickly, "Yes mistress. I am scared!"

She smiled and said, "Good. You have every reason to 
be."

She moved behind me and jerked my blouse off. Once more 
her actions were violent and the blouse was nearly in 
tatters by the time she had it off.

She turned me slightly so that I faced the camera and 
said, "Tell me your name."

Before I could answer she reached out and gripped the 
waist of my skirt and tore it apart in the back where 
the button and the zipper held it together. It tore 
half way down the back and then she let it drop to the 
floor at my feet.

Before I could form a thought she delivered a vicious 
punch to my lower back. I screamed again and wheeled 
around. She saw the look of pain and horror on my face 
and she seemed to feed on it like a vampire feeding on 
human blood.

She reached out and slapped my face again. The blow 
came out of nowhere and I screamed and turned away from 
her once more. I was facing the cameras again and she 
grabbed my bra strap in the back and twisted it and 
held me in place and said, "I asked you your name, 
bitch!"

I cried out, "Karen! My name is Karen mistress!"

She maintained her hold on my bra strap and I felt 
another explosion of pain on my lower back. 

I cried out and pleaded, "Please mistress. That hurts! 
I can't take it. I told you my name!"

I could hear the pleasure in her voice when she 
responded, "You told me half of your name you dumb 
cunt. What is your name?"

I shuddered at the thought of all the perverts that 
would watch this movie and know my name. But this woman 
was as scary as Kevin!

I quickly responded, "Karen Black mistress. My name is 
Karen Black!"

She unfastened my bra and tore it off roughly. She 
walked around me again and looked at my tits. She 
smiled and said, "Not bad. I could have a lot of fun 
with those."

She looked me in the eye then and said, "You won't like 
it if I have a lot of fun with those. So I highly 
recommend that from now on you answer promptly and 
completely."

She moved around behind me again, leaving me facing the 
cameras in my panties and high heels. When she was 
behind me she reached around and gripped my left nipple 
between her thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze. 
I felt her arm muscle bulging against my arm as she 
applied more and more pressure until I screamed in pain 
and reached up to try and pull her hand away.

She screamed right in my ear, "DO NOT LIFT YOUR ARMS TO 
ME CUNT!! Put your arms down, now!"

I was sobbing loudly. The pain was unbelievable but she 
terrified me and I forced myself to lower my arms. 

She gradually eased her grip and when I had stopped 
panting in pain she asked me, "What is your address 
Karen Black?"

I felt growing panic in the pit of my stomach, but 
there was no question that I was going to do anything 
but answer promptly and completely. I would have to 
sell my house and move now. But I immediately recited 
my complete address.

I saw the crew smiling as they watched. They were all 
enjoying my torment. I guess people like them and like 
Kevin must gravitate towards each other.

She ordered me to turn around and take a step back. I 
complied immediately and she ordered me to bend over at 
the waist and keep my legs straight. 

I obeyed of course. I was determined that I was going 
to do anything this fucking bitch ordered me to do.

She kept me bent over for a long moment before she 
ordered me to slide my underwear down.

The point of this was obvious. My ass was facing right 
towards the main cameras. At this point that didn't 
matter. I reached for my waistband and slid my panties 
down and let them fall to my feet.

I waited for permission to stand but before that order 
came she said, "Reach back there and spread those 
cheeks nice and wide. Air out that nasty ass for me."

I put all those people that were standing around behind 
me out of my mind. The only person that mattered now 
was the woman who was causing me all of this pain.

I reached back and spread my ass cheeks as far apart as 
I could and held them that way while she walked around 
and inspected me.

She walked all the way around me before she ordered me 
to stand up and face the cameras again. 

When I had complied she asked, "How long have you been 
sucking cocks Karen Black?"

I quickly responded, "Three days mistress."

She asked, "Do you enjoy it Karen Black?"

I wasn't sure if I was supposed to answer honestly or 
not but I think they wanted to hear the truth. I 
replied, "No mistress. I do not enjoy sucking cocks."

I felt her hand gliding over my right ass cheek and she 
said, "Good. That's was the answer that I was hoping 
for. But you are pretty good at it already aren't you 
Karen? You can take huge cocks down your throat can't 
you?"

I said, "Yes mistress. I have had many large cocks in 
my throat in the last three days."

She moved right up against my back. I felt her nipples 
pressing into me. She leaned forward and licked my neck 
and then she quietly asked, "Have you ever sucked a 
dog's cock Karen Black?"

I shuddered in revulsion and exclaimed, "No mistress!"

I started to add that I would never do that. But 
suddenly I had a horrible feeling in the pit of my 
stomach. Was that the secret that everyone was keeping 
from me? Was she going to make me suck a dog's cock, on 
film?!"

She kissed my neck where she had just licked me. She 
said, "I can taste your fear Karen Black. You have 
finally figured out why you are here today, haven't 
you?"

My voice broke when I tried to say, "Yes mistress."

Under my breath I whispered, "Oh god no. Please don't 
do this to me. I'll get sick. I know I will."

She licked my neck again and said, "I love the taste of 
fear." She paused and asked, "Have you ever had anyone 
stick a cattle prod in your cunt and shock you Karen 
Black?"

I suddenly felt faint. My legs started to go out from 
under me and I thought, "Oh good! I'm going to be 
unconscious!"

No such luck. Her hand reached around and before I 
could lose consciousness her finger and thumb had that 
death grip on my nipple again and I was screaming in 
pain. I started to lift my arms to defend myself but at 
the last moment I remembered and let them fall to my 
side.

I screamed again and she slowly released her grip. I 
was panting again and she gave me a minute to recover 
before she said, "I asked you a question Karen Black."

At first I couldn't remember the question. It was 
something about a dog but I couldn't remember what. 
Then, just as she started to tighten her grip again I 
remembered.

"No mistress! I have never had a cattle prod in my 
cunt!"

She laughed and said, "I think that you probably will 
today. I am going to order you to do some very nasty 
things. They will sicken you. They are nastier than 
anything you have ever done in your life. They are 
worse than the gang rape you were subjected to last 
night for six hours. The things that I am going to 
order you to do are the kinds of things that a decent 
woman would absolutely refuse to do no matter the 
consequences. But you will do them. You probably will 
refuse at first. But I will then place the end of a 
cattle prod in your cunt and have you dancing on the 
end of it until at last you give in. You will leave 
this building, if indeed you leave this building, with 
your pride in shreds. From this day forward there is 
nothing that you will not do if asked. I am going to 
break you Karen Black."

I heard the confidence in her voice and I didn't doubt 
for a second that she was telling the truth. She had 
done this before and she enjoyed it. 

She kissed my shoulder and said, "Before we start I 
have a couple more questions Karen Black. How old are 
you?"

"I'm thirty-two mistress."

"Are you married?" she asked.

I replied, "I am separated mistress."

She said, "I have one last question Karen Black. Tell 
me about your child."

I wasn't sure what she wanted me to say. I answered, "I 
have a fifteen year old daughter mistress."

She chuckled and said, "I'll bet she's a good 
cocksucker too, isn't she Karen Black?"

I thought, "That's two questions." But what I said was, 
"Yes mistress. My daughter is a good cocksucker."

"What is your daughter's name Karen Black?"

I'm embarrassed about it now but at that moment 
protecting my daughter was the furthest thing from my 
mind. I answered, "My daughter's name is Lori Black 
mistress."

The Amazon smiled and asked, "Where does your fifteen 
year old slut daughter go to school Karen Black?"

I instantly answered, "She goes to Benedict Arnold High 
School mistress."

The Amazon said, "That's enough foreplay. Are you ready 
to meet your co-star?"

The answer to that was a definite no. But I nodded that 
I was.

She said, "That's one. Are you ready to meet your co-
star Karen Black?"

One what?! What the hell did I do wrong now? I guess 
she doesn't want me to nod? I said, "Yes mistress. I am 
ready to meet my co-star."

She took a step back and said, "Get down on your 
knees."

As I sank to my knees she said, "Now you are not Karen 
Black anymore. Now you are bitch."

She walked away and picked something up off of a table. 
She came back over to where I was waiting on my knees 
and moved around in front of me. She was holding a 
long, thin, metallic wand-like object with a brightly 
colored plastic handle. I had never seen one before but 
I knew what it was. 

She reached out and slowly moved it over my face, down 
my neck and over my tits. She teased my nipples with it 
for a few seconds. Then she pulled it away and held it 
near my ear. She pressed the button and I heard an 
electrical noise right by my ear. My hair stood on end 
and I vowed that I would do every disgusting thing she 
ordered to avoid having that thing go off in my pussy.

She stood over me and said, "I am going to bring in Rex 
now. Rex is a very affectionate lover. He loves to kiss 
his bitches. When Rex kisses you I want you to kiss him 
back. I want to see lots of tongue action. If you hurt 
his feelings I'm going to teach you how to dance."

She walked across the room and opened a door. I didn't 
want to watch. I didn't want to see. But I couldn't 
help it. I saw a man standing on the other side of the 
door with a dog on a leash. 

She took the leash from him and led the dog over and 
forced him to sit in front of me. He must be well 
trained. He seemed to know what this was all about. I 
wondered how many movies Rex had starred in. He was 
obviously excited but he had been ordered to stay and 
he did.

The Amazon moved back behind me and I had a brief 
moment to look at Rex. He was a very large German 
Shepherd. I could see his cock already twitching in its 
hairy sheath. There was just a hint of pink at the 
opening.

I couldn't even remember the last time I had eaten 
anything but cum. Still I felt like I was about to 
vomit. I was distracted though when the Amazon touched 
her cattle prod to my back and ran it down over my ass. 

She said, "Before we start I am going to give you 
another minute to think about this cattle prod in your 
cunt. It will be the most painful thing that you ever 
experience in your life. It is worse than childbirth. 
And when I am done you will end up obeying me anyway. 
Trust me. I know. I have been through this so many 
times."

I believed her. I also believed that she was hoping 
that she would get to do it to me. 

The minute passed and she prodded me forward with her 
beloved cattle prod. When I was less than a foot from 
Rex the Amazon said, "Bitch, this is Rex. Rex, this is 
your new bitch. Isn't she pretty Rex?"

Rex barked and wagged his tail but still he stayed and 
remained under her control.

I could smell his dog breath and see his tongue lolling 
out of his mouth. There was a steady stream of drool 
rolling off of his tongue. I was feeling sicker by the 
second.

My tormentor said, "Are you ready to get better 
acquainted bitch?"

I tried to respond but my voice broke. I cleared my 
throat and tried again. "Yes mistress."

I could hear the smile in her voice when she said, 
"Rex, kiss your new bitch."

Rex barked and leaned forward and began to lap my face 
eagerly. I stuck my tongue out reluctantly and began to 
lick him back. Our tongues dueled and suddenly his 
large, wet tongue slid right into my mouth. It was in 
and out before I could even react. But then it happened 
again.

I tried to keep my mouth closed tightly and just lick 
his tongue with my own but that Nazi bitch ordered me 
to turn my head to the side and open my mouth and put 
my heart and soul into it.

I felt the tears start again. I ignored them and leaned 
my head over and began trying to kiss him as if he were 
a human with a big nose. My mouth filled with his 
saliva over and over and I had to keep swallowing. I 
couldn't detect any recognizable taste. That didn't 
matter though. It wasn't the taste that was so 
disgusting. It was the idea of what I was doing. And 
the idea of what I was about to do.

I started gagging and I was sure that I was about to 
lose it. I felt the cold metal wand sliding down 
between the cheeks of my ass and begin to angle around 
toward my pussy and I froze. My new mistress said, "Are 
you having a problem their bitch? Do you need a dancing 
lesson?"

I forced myself to calm down and gradually I got my 
gagging under control. She eased up with the cattle 
prod and I tried to concentrate on kissing Rex. 

I noticed two men coming in close with large hand held 
cameras and getting close-ups of me and Rex. They 
started to back away after a few minutes but the Amazon 
said, "Okay bitch. Reach your hand down there and start 
getting better acquainted with your new boyfriend. Show 
him how much you want to please him."

I reached my hand down and wrapped my fingers around 
his throbbing cock. The camera men had stayed in for a 
close-up of that. I shuddered in disgust as I felt the 
dog's cock in my hand. Almost as soon as I touched him 
I felt a warm liquid spray out of his cock and onto my 
underarm just above my wrist.

I jerked my hand away instinctively but I immediately 
put it back in place. I was too afraid not to. Rex's 
cock continued to jerk in my hand and with each jerk of 
his cock there was another small stream of that warm 
liquid on my arm. 

Rex was whining and getting very agitated now. The 
Amazon said, "I think Rex loves you bitch. He wants 
you. He has the hots for you. But you don't want to 
have his puppies and after all, it is only your first 
date. So I think the best thing to do is give him some 
head."

She moved around behind the dog and grabbed his collar. 
She ordered him down in a sharp voice and he instantly 
dropped down on his belly. I pulled my hand away as he 
dropped to the floor.

The Amazon ordered Rex to roll over and stopped him 
when he was on his back. His large pink cock was 
sticking out of the sheath about six inches now and 
throbbing constantly. I stared at it in disgust but 
when the Nazi bitch ordered me to bend down and start 
sucking she had that cattle prod wedged between my ass 
cheeks and I obeyed instantly.

I wrapped my lips around Rex's nasty cock and got my 
first mouthful of that thin, colorless, almost 
tasteless fluid. Well, not a mouthful exactly, just a 
small squirt on my tongue. I managed to swallow and 
keep sucking as the Amazon leaned over me and said, 
"Don't worry bitch. He isn't cumming yet. That's just 
lubricant, just like all the men that you have been 
sucking off lately."

I saw the cameras coming in close and my tormentor 
said, "Open your mouth. Let the cameras see that stuff 
shooting in and coating your tongue."

I rested my head on the dog's stomach and opened my 
mouth. I was still using my hand around the base of his 
cock and it was growing rapidly, but all the time it 
was shooting out that fine spray of lubricant.

One of the cameramen came in for a close-up of the 
dog's cock spraying the inside of my mouth and me 
swallowing. As I licked at the tip of the dog's cock it 
continued to grow to an amazing size. It was nearly 
seven inches long now and still growing and it was 
fatter than a lot of the human cocks I had been 
attacked with lately!

The Amazon said, "Okay bitch, show us what a good 
cocksucker you have become in the last three days. Make 
your new boyfriend happy."

I wrapped my lips around the tip of the dog's cock and 
started sliding them down to the hairy sheath. As his 
cock entered my throat the dog quivered and whined in 
excitement. I moved my lips down to the sheath where a 
bulge was beginning to form. I thought something was 
wrong with him at first but then I remembered that 
dog's would get hung up when they mated because the 
male had a knot in the base of its dick that expanded 
and allowed him to fill the female with his sperm. I 
don't even remember how I came to know that. His knot 
was growing quickly and his cock had grown until it was 
even fatter than Kevin's!

The amount of liquid spraying into my mouth increased 
dramatically but it was still coming in quick short 
spurts. Now it was no longer almost tasteless. I could 
detect a definite and very unpleasant taste.

The Amazon said, "He's cumming now bitch. He is 
shooting his cum in your mouth. Don't spill any, but 
pull back and let us see it going into your mouth."

I pulled back so that only the head of his cock was in 
my mouth and I carefully opened my mouth so that the 
close-up camera could get a nice long shot of my mouth 
filling up with dog cum. I had to swallow several times 
before the cameraman moved back and I was ordered to 
start sucking Rex again.

I was amazed at how long his orgasm lasted. It went on 
and on for ten or fifteen minutes. Time does not fly 
when you are being raped by an animal. Every few 
minutes I was ordered to open my mouth in order to show 
the camera that the dog was still shooting his cum into 
my mouth and throat. 

Those close-up camera shots inevitably led to a few 
stray streams of dog cum being shot out onto my face. 
By the time the dog had finally finished cumming my 
face was covered in dog cum and it was coating the hair 
on one side of my head.

The Amazon could tell when the dog was finished and she 
ordered me to sit up. I sat up on my heels and she let 
the dog roll over and she quickly led him back to the 
door he had come through a half an hour ago.

She handed the dog back through the door and the man 
handed her another leash. She quickly returned with 
another huge dog.

I watched the exchange and thought, "SHIT! I thought it 
was over!"

I watched her struggling with the large Great Dane who 
knew exactly what was going on. He could undoubtedly 
smell the first dog's cum on me and I glanced down to 
see that his enormous cock was already half out of its 
sheath and beginning to throb.

I was looking at the Amazon bitch when she saw the look 
of consternation on my face. She smiled like a kid at 
Christmas as she took her pleasure in my pain.

With a great deal of difficulty she finally managed to 
get the huge beast to sit in front of me. He was very 
excited and not paying that much attention to the 
Amazon. When he finally stopped wiggling around the 
Amazon said, "Go ahead bitch. You know the drill. Give 
Hector a nice big kiss and check out the equipment."

I leaned forward and the tongue duel began again. It 
was much worse this time. He was more excited and his 
tongue seemed like it was twice as large as Rex's 
tongue had been. Hector was obviously reacting to the 
dog cum on my face and hair and that made him even more 
excitable. He lapped my face clean but then he seemed 
to want to concentrate on my mouth. He gave me the 
impression that he was trying to drive that huge tongue 
right down my throat!

I quickly noticed another difference between Rex and 
Hector. Hector was hung like a fucking horse! Well, not 
quite. But his cock was huge! I mean it. I felt it 
throbbing against the underside of my arm and I looked 
down to see a very fat cock that was longer and thicker 
than Kevin's. It must have been at least ten inches 
long. I had no idea that a dog would have such a large 
cock!

The Amazon said, "Okay bitch. I see you are impressed. 
Let's see you put that down your fucking throat."

She didn't order Hector to lie down. I had to bend down 
under him and take his cock into my mouth. It was just 
starting to discharge that lubricant from the end of 
his cock but not the fine spray that had come from Rex. 
There was so much of it that it looked like he was 
peeing!

They got some close-ups of his spray entering my mouth 
before I started sucking his cock. Then there were more 
close-ups as I struggled to take that huge cock into my 
throat. I had finally managed to swallow it when the 
Amazon said, "Don't make him cum bitch. Hector wants 
puppies. He wants to fuck you. He doesn't know he can't 
get you pregnant though. So don't say anything. He 
thinks you're his new bitch and he can settle down with 
you and raise a family. Don't break his heart."

I was sucking his cock just like I would for a man and 
the Amazon was watching closely. When she saw the knot 
start to grow she said, "Okay bitch, time to give 
yourself to your new boyfriend. Turn around and lift 
your ass up so Hector can check out his new pussy."

I seemed to be running on cruise control now. I wasn't 
even thinking about what I was doing. I just listened 
for my next order and I obeyed it, no matter how 
obscene it was.

I let the dog's cock slip from my mouth and turned 
around. I felt his tongue between my legs as soon as I 
turned but I was more focused on gasping for breath for 
the first thirty seconds or so. Taking that large dog 
cock down my throat had been nearly impossible. Had it 
not been for the cattle prod resting against the cheek 
of my ass I don't think that I could have done it. I 
guess the right incentive can make just about anything 
possible.

It felt like Hector's tongue was as long as his cock as 
it slid between my thighs and covered my entire crotch. 
Several times it snaked up into the crack of my ass and 
that made me nervous. But he concentrated on my pussy. 
Not that I felt a lot better about that.

He was up on all fours now and prancing around. He was 
whining anxiously and finally he got the command that 
he was waiting for. The Amazon called out, "Okay boy, 
fuck the bitch!"

In a second the dog was standing over my back with his 
forelegs clamping down on my side. I felt the spray 
from his cock hitting my ass and running down my 
thighs. He had begun his humping motion before his cock 
was anywhere near me and as he inched up the head of 
his cock began battering me. It was very painful. He 
was stabbing blindly and I found that I wanted him to 
put it in me just so that the pain would stop.

Finally I reached down and struggled with him as I 
guided the tip of his cock to the entrance to my pussy. 
As soon as he felt his cock penetrate me he lunged and 
began pistoning in and out of me like nothing I could 
have imagined. I had my eyes closed until he drove that 
ten inch cock into me with more violence than anything 
that I had ever experienced. Suddenly my eyes shot open 
and there, right in my face, was a camera capturing my 
horror and my humiliation for the audience.

The tears were streaming down my face. They were tears 
of humiliation and tears of pain. I have no doubt that 
they were just what the audience wanted to see.

Hector kept pounding into me like an out of control 
machine and I felt that knot growing in the base of his 
cock with each brutal stroke. As it grew I felt it 
forcing its way into my pussy, spreading me open 
painfully with each violent stroke. It was getting 
bigger with each thrust and each time it stretched me 
open and penetrated me it hurt more. It was beginning 
to feel like it was the size of a tennis ball when he 
suddenly stopped thrusting and left the knot buried in 
me. I felt his cock throbbing and I realized that he 
was squirting his dog cum into me with every throb of 
that huge cock.

He rested his head on my head and shoulder and his 
tongue lolled out of his mouth right beside my face. 
The camera was there to capture my horror and the 
Amazon was there to enjoy it. At first I didn't feel 
the cum that was filling my insides. But as the volume 
grew I felt myself swelling. Not painfully, but I was 
aware that a large volume of very warm liquid was 
filling my insides.

That wasn't enough humiliation for the Amazon though. 
She squatted down beside me and said, "Don't you think 
you should show your new lover how much you appreciate 
him bitch? Poor Hector is doing all the work. Show him 
how much you love him. Take that tongue into your mouth 
and suck on it like you sucked on his cock earlier. You 
don't want him to think you are a cold, frigid bitch do 
you? Look where that got you with your husband! Go on 
bitch. Suck that big tongue right down."

I groaned and hung my head for a second. Then I felt 
that cattle prod moving over my left tit and my head 
shot up. I opened my mouth and took Hector's drooling 
tongue into my mouth like a long, limp dick. I sucked 
on it gently as the cameras circled around me getting 
my degradation from every angle.

As my pussy filled with dog cum and I sucked on that 
gross tongue the Amazon whispered, "Just think how much 
the guys at work are going to enjoy this movie when 
it's finished bitch. They'll never look at you the same 
way again. For the rest of your life one thing will 
always be true. You suck dog cocks and you let a dog 
fuck you. That is something you will have in the back 
of your mind for the rest of your fucking life. Every 
time you see a dog you will think about what you did 
here today. And not just today. I hear that they are 
going to bring you back often if this movie does as 
well as they think it will. Maybe next time I'll bring 
a pony for you. Do you like ponies bitch?"

I hadn't realized it at first, but Hector's cock had 
finally stopped throbbing inside of me. He was resting 
over me now and waiting for his knot to go down so that 
he could pull free. After several minutes he started 
trying to pull free. It hurt like hell but he didn't 
care. He made several abortive attempts to pull free 
and then he pulled out with one quick jerk. I screamed 
in pain when that huge knot escaped from my widely 
stretched pussy.

As soon as he pulled free the Amazon gripped his collar 
and held him firmly in place and said, "Okay bitch, as 
soon as you suck his cock clean you are finished."

I tried to focus on those last three words. It was 
almost over! I turned to get into position and leaned 
down under Hector. I took his still huge cock into my 
mouth. It was still dripping dog cum but I didn't care. 
I just wanted this horrible experience to be over. I 
sucked and swallowed until Hector pulled away and the 
Amazon led him to the door and handed his leash back to 
the man on the other side.

She came back over to me and patted my head. She smiled 
and said, "You are a good bitch. I must admit I am very 
disappointed that I didn't get to use the cattle prod 
on your ass. Most women aren't as easy as you. But 
don't worry, there will be other chances. One of these 
days you will get the chance to dance on the end of my 
cattle prod." 

She patted my head again, just as if I was a bitch dog. 
Then she went out through the door that her dogs had 
passed through. I collapsed into a ball and cried like 
a baby. I was aware of the men moving around me and 
capturing my desperate tears and that seemed to make 
everything even worse. My anguish was just 
entertainment for them!

They filmed me crying on the floor for a couple of 
minutes before the director yelled, "Cut! We got it! 
That was a definite keeper. The perverts are going to 
love it. Somebody get the bitch cleaned up."

Two men came over to where I was lying in the fetal 
position, half out of my mind and more than ready to 
give up the other half. I knew that I couldn't take 
much more of this constant abuse. But then, that was 
the point wasn't it? They enjoyed abusing me, but their 
goal was to break me. They were succeeding.

The two large men lifted me to my feet and said, "Come 
on bitch. A nice hot shower will make it all better."

Yeah right. I was fine. Just a little dirty. Stupid old 
man! I'm losing my mind here!!

The two men half dragged me to a small bathroom in the 
corner. One of the men pointed out a box of premeasured 
douches and suggested that under the circumstances two 
of them might be appropriate. I sat on the toilet and 
they watched me as I inserted the first nozzle and 
squirted it up inside of me. I released the liquid into 
the toilet and repeated the process.

After I wiped myself they placed me in a shower stall 
and stood and watched while I took a long, hot shower. 
I hated to admit it but as I came clean I did start to 
feel better. I had to keep blocking out what I had just 
done, or had done to me. And I had to erase from my 
mind what the Amazon had said about coming back here 
and doing this again. But as the dog cum was washed 
away I kept filling my mouth with clean water and 
spitting it out until I couldn't taste it anymore. It 
wasn't "all better", but I was feeling more human.

I just prayed that it was over. I was exhausted and I 
needed to lie down and sleep. I needed to not be raped 
and abused for a few hours. My mind was becoming very 
brittle. I could feel it and it scared me.

I dried off and walking under my own power now I 
followed the men back out to the studio. They led me 
back to the set where I had just been raped by two 
large dogs. I was so embarrassed by what had just been 
done to me that I kept my eyes down. I was almost 
certain that my ordeal was over now, at least for 
today. 

I nearly collapsed when I looked up and saw Kevin 
standing in front of me with his shirt off. His large, 
muscular body was gleaming and I realized that someone 
had spread lotion or some kind of oil over him and I 
also realized that my ordeal was not yet over.

Kevin smiled at the despair he saw on my face. I became 
aware that they were already filming again. The set had 
gotten quiet and the camera men were all at work. The 
boom was suspended over our heads. I shook my head and 
pleaded, "Please sir. I can't take anymore. I'll lose 
my mind if I don't get some rest. I promise I'll do 
anything you want for the rest of my life if you just 
let me go home and get some sleep."

In a very reasonable, calm and quiet voice he said, 
"But that isn't how you break a cunt. It's for your own 
good bitch. After today you will be a nice happy slut, 
just like your little girl. I broke her and I'll break 
you. After today your ass will be mine. But first you 
have to be broken. You are a lot easier to break than 
Lori. She took me nearly two weeks to break. You will 
be broken by the time we leave here this afternoon. 
Just four days! That may be a record. I don't think 
that I've ever broken an uptight bitch like you in just 
four days before."

My shoulders slumped and the tears started again. I 
almost fell to the floor. But I struggled to stay on my 
feet as Kevin asked, "Do you know what was missing from 
your first beating cunt?"

I sobbed, "No sir."

He reached out and traced my face with his finger tips. 
He captured some of my tears and pushed his finger into 
my mouth. I automatically started sucking on it like a 
small cock.

While I sucked on his finger he said, "What was missing 
was your screams. I didn't want the neighbors calling 
the police so we had to stuff your little girl's dirty 
panties in your mouth to gag you. I hated not being 
able to hear your screams. That won't be a problem here 
though. In here you can scream as loud as you want. And 
we will be able to relive the excitement over and over 
because they are going to capture it all on film for 
us. Well, for us and all the perverts out there that 
get off on that as much as I do."

Kevin grabbed my arm and pulled me across the dungeon 
set. For the first time I noticed that it had been 
transformed. The walls were hung with implements of 
torture of every description. Everywhere I looked there 
was some kind of whip or some other implement that was 
designed to cause pain. I didn't know what they were or 
how they would be used on me but I knew that Kevin had 
been right. I was going to leave here today a broken 
woman.

Kevin led me to a chain hanging from the ceiling and I 
stood perfectly still and allowed him to weave the 
leather strap attached to the chain into my long blonde 
hair. When he was satisfied with his work he wound a 
strap around it so that it wouldn't come undone. 

He stepped back and looked at me. It was obvious that 
he was enjoying this. He had an erection already. He 
looked me over and said, "Let's just make sure that's 
secure."

He walked over to a switch on the wall and pushed a 
button and the chain began to tighten. There was some 
slack in it but that was quickly taken up and soon I 
was being lifted up onto my toes. I screamed in pain 
and lifted my arms up to grab the chain above my head 
as my feet slowly came up off of the floor.

Kevin yelled at me to put my hands down and I tried. 
God I tried. I released my hold on the chain and hung 
by the hair on my head. I screamed over and over and I 
kept lifting my arms to relieve the pain. 

I felt movement and seconds later my toes touched the 
ground again. Slowly I was eased down until I was able 
to stand flat footed on the cold floor. I cried 
hysterically and begged him to release me. I told him 
that I was broken. I promised him that there was 
nothing I wouldn't do for him. 

He just chuckled and said, "Not yet bitch. If you were 
broken you wouldn't be begging me. You would accept 
this and take pleasure from pleasing me with your 
suffering. No my sweet cunt, I'm afraid the fun and 
games are just beginning."

He stepped away and when he returned he placed a wide, 
thick leather collar around my throat. He pulled it 
very tight and when he was finished I couldn't move my 
neck. My head was immobilized. 

I stared straight ahead at the cameras recording my 
mental demise while Kevin attached leather straps to my 
thighs just below my crotch. My arms were hanging limp 
at my sides now and he quickly fastened the cuffs that 
were attached to those thigh straps to my wrists. 

He moved behind me then and wrapped a strap around my 
elbows and pulled it taut. My breasts were suddenly 
thrust forward and I was totally helpless. I was 
expecting the whip now. But there would be much 
suffering before he got around to the whip.

He moved back over to the switch on the wall and pushed 
the button that raised the chain. I was slowly lifted 
off of the floor again and now I was helpless to 
relieve the pain in my scalp. I screamed and I screamed 
and the cameras were right there to record my horror 
and my suffering. I dangled and I twisted helplessly, 
my feet six inches off of the floor. 

Kevin watched me for a minute or two before he began 
toying with me. He spun me around and watched me 
spinning in one direction until the chain wound tight 
and then spinning back. 

I was unable to believe that I didn't lose 
consciousness. The pain was beyond anything that I 
could have imagined. I screamed and I begged for 
someone to help me. I promised to do anything and 
everything that anyone ever wanted. But mostly I 
screamed in pain.

It seemed like forever before I felt the floor under my 
feet again. I hadn't even realized that the chain was 
being lowered until my toes touched the floor and 
suddenly the pressure was relieved. Not completely 
though. I was only just able to stand on my toes. Much 
of my weight was still dangling from the chain.

I saw movement on the other side of me and the Amazon 
appeared beside me holding a box. She was still wearing 
that leather harness and through my tears I could see 
the bright smile on her face and the intense look of 
pleasure in her eyes. She looked like she could have an 
orgasm just from watching me scream.

Kevin reached into the small box that she was carrying 
and pulled out several huge needles. He held them up in 
front of my face and asked, "Do you know what these are 
for?"

I had no idea. They looked like acupuncture needles but 
they were about six inches long. I sobbed my answer. 
"No sir. I don't know what they are for. Please sir. I 
beg of you. Anything! I'll do anything. I'll suck more 
dogs. I'll suck off a pony. I'll eat my daughter's cunt 
in a bar. I'll suck and fuck anybody anywhere. Oh god. 
I can't take it anymore!"

Kevin leaned closer and kissed my lips gently. He 
smiled and said, "I know you will cunt. Don't worry. 
When we are finished here you'll have all the cock you 
want. But first we have to finish breaking you. These 
needles..., these are specially made to skewer your 
tits with. I have a hundred of them but I'll probably 
only use half of them. I'm going to place them against 
the tender flesh of your tits and slowly apply pressure 
until they puncture your skin. Then I will slowly apply 
more pressure until the sharp point comes out on the 
other side of your tit. I understand that it is very 
painful. Are you ready?"

I didn't answer. I watched in horror as he carefully 
placed the first needle just behind the nipple on my 
right breast and began to apply pressure using the 
brightly colored plastic handle. I couldn't tilt my 
head down because of the leather collar holding it in 
place. But I could look down with my eyes and I watched 
in abject terror as the point entered my breast. 

As soon as the point broke the skin I finally passed 
out. But of course it's no fun torturing and 
unconscious victim. I was instantly revived by the 
Amazon with smelling salts. 

As soon as he could see that I was awake and aware, 
Kevin began forcing the needle through the flesh of my 
breast until I saw the point pressing against the flesh 
on the opposite side. I felt it moving through my 
breast and I screamed over and over as he drove it 
through me. When the point finally broke the skin on 
the other side he moved it back and forth until he had 
it centered. That was when I passed out again.

I was quickly revived. As my eyes opened again Kevin 
said, "I don't think that I have ever been so turned on 
in my fucking life. I don't know why, but for some 
reason I am enjoying doing this to you even more than 
when I did it to your little girl. I guess your mind is 
a much better fuck than hers. I hope I don't shoot off 
in my pants before I can bury my cock in your tight 
little ass. That's how you will know we are finished 
today cunt, when you have every inch of my cock buried 
in your ass."

I groaned in pain. I didn't even care anymore. I 
responded, "Yes! Please sir, Fuck my ass. I beg of you. 
Please end this. Fuck my ass as hard as you want. Oh 
god. I beg of you!

Kevin chuckled and said, "I like your attitude cunt. 
But there is a lot to do before you get to enjoy my 
cock stretching your ass. Shall we continue?"

My answer was a pitiful sob.

I closed my eyes as the second needle was placed behind 
the nipple on my left breast. He started applying 
pressure again but then he noticed that my eyes were 
closed and he said, "Open your eyes cunt. You don't 
want to miss any of the fun."

I wanted very much to miss "the fun" he was having. I 
don't think I knew it on a conscious level yet. But I 
was broken. I would obey any order now without even 
thinking about it. I would hate what he made me do, but 
I would do whatever he wanted me to do and I would do 
it eagerly, just like my daughter did. At this moment I 
would do anything to avoid this pain and this feeling 
of total helplessness which seemed to amplify the pain. 

But he was a long way from done. The pain was all that 
I had to look forward to until he decided that he was 
done torturing me. Here there was no chance of release. 
No white night was going to come to my rescue. There 
was no "safe word" that would obtain my release. There 
was no promise that I could make that would bring this 
torment to a close. No, his fun was just beginning.

I watched with just as much horror as the second needle 
skewered my tit flesh. The pain was just as bad the 
second time and the horror of seeing my flesh pierced 
in this manner was at least as bad as the pain itself. 
A woman's breasts are one of the most sensitive parts 
of her body and we protect them aggressively. We invest 
a lot of our self worth in those organs because they 
are such a prominent sign of our femininity and because 
society has come to place so much emphasis on them. 
They all but represent our very womanhood. That someone 
would mistreat them in his manner was all but 
unimaginable.

I wasn't imagining it now though. I was forced to watch 
as Kevin slowly forced one large needle after another 
through my tits until it seemed that there was no room 
for him to insert another. The bright plastic grips of 
the needles covered my breasts almost like a brightly 
colored bikini. 

Kevin reached into the box and removed the last half 
dozen needles and smiled. He said, "I guess you had 
room for more than fifty after all. If we get these 
last six into you somewhere you'll have taken all one 
hundred. You must be pretty proud.

I would have thought that by now my body would have 
shut down, would have reached the point that the pain 
couldn't get any worse. The only parts of my breasts 
that I could see now were my nipples. The rest of my 
tit flesh was covered completely with those needles. 

I had been surprised at how little blood there was. 
There were small rivulets of blood trickling down my 
belly now, but not the streams that I might have 
expected. 

Kevin studied my pin cushion breasts for a moment and 
said, "Well cunt, it looks like the only place left to 
stick these last ones is your nipples. Did you ever 
wonder what it was like to have your nipples pierced?"

It was just another of his rhetorical questions. I'm 
sure it was meant more for the people who would pay to 
see the movie they were making than for me. I didn't 
respond and he didn't expect a response from me.

He held the next needle up in front of my pain wracked 
face and asked facetiously, "Does it matter which tit I 
start with?"

He smiled and said, "I didn't think so."

He pressed the needle he was holding against the tip of 
my nipple and began driving it straight into my nipple. 
I could feel it as it came into contact with some of 
the other needles embedded in my tit and was deflected. 
He stopped with it protruding about four inches. He had 
only placed two inches of it in my tit. I stared in 
horror as it bounced up and down with the heaving of my 
breasts. It was disgusting to watch. 

He repeated the process, driving another needle 
straight into the nipple on my other breast. He worked 
two of the remaining needles into the top of my nipples 
and the final two into the sides. 

When he was finished he stepped back and admired his 
handiwork. He sighed and said, "Damn! That was a lot of 
work. I'm exhausted."

Yesterday I would undoubtedly have had some sarcastic 
response to that. I would have probably kept it to 
myself, but I would have thought it. Not now. Now I was 
broken. Now I was just fuck meat.

Four days ago I didn't suck cocks and I didn't let men 
fuck me or even touch me. Now I was fuck meat. 

From this time forward any man could make me do 
anything. Now I was fuck meat.

The cameras had come in for more close-ups. I stared at 
them blankly as they panned in and captured all the 
details of my skewered breasts and my tortured face. 

I probably should have been begging to have the needles 
removed at this point. Actually I dreaded it. As long 
as they were not moving the pain was bearable. Once he 
started pulling them out it was going to start all over 
again.

He wasn't ready to remove them yet though. He had moved 
out of my sight and I was just balancing on my toes and 
staring ahead into space when suddenly there was an 
explosion of pain on my ass. I heard the crack of 
something smashing violently into my flesh and I 
screamed in pain. 

I jerked away from whatever it was that had struck me 
and when I did my tits bounced and I screamed again.

Kevin moved around in front of me and held up the 
vicious looking leather strap that he had just struck 
me with. He held it to my lips and said, "Kiss it 
bitch. Kiss it and thank me for making a proper cunt 
out of you."

I touched my lips to the strap and kissed it lovingly. 
Then I stared at the strap and said, "Thank you sir. 
Thank you for breaking me. Thank you for making me into 
a proper cunt."

He stared into my eyes and he saw it was true now. He 
knew that I was broken. He had done it before. He knew 
what it looked like. But he wasn't through. There was 
still pleasure to be taken from my pain. There was 
still a movie to be made.

He lowered his arm and brought it back and I was afraid 
that he was going to whip my tits. I could just imagine 
the damage that would do with all of those needles 
skewering my flesh. I was relieved when the strap 
struck me across my stomach just above my pussy.

I screamed and jumped again. Knowing that it was coming 
wasn't much help. He struck me several more times from 
just below my tits to just above my knees. Each time 
there was a loud crack of leather striking flesh, 
followed immediately by my scream of pain.

He moved back behind me and struck my back and my ass 
and the back of my thighs a half dozen times. The last 
blow elicited only a groan. I was nearly unconscious 
now. I was in too much pain to scream.

He put the strap down. He turned to the Amazon and 
asked, "Would you mind removing those needles from her 
tits. The bitch is wearing me out. I need a rest."

She smiled evilly. It was obvious that she had enjoyed 
my torment as much as Kevin had. She was probably 
disappointed that she hadn't gotten to take a more 
active role in torturing me. 

She stepped in front of me and began to slowly remove 
the needles and put them back in the box. As she worked 
she spoke to me quietly. She said, "I have enjoyed the 
hell out of this, cunt. I thought that torturing your 
little girl was probably the most exciting thing I had 
ever done. But for some reason tormenting you like this 
really turns me on. You are a fantastic mind fuck. 
We'll have to bring you and your daughter in here after 
you recover. That way we can compare. I have never 
tortured a mother and daughter before. It's very 
exciting. Oh, and I thought you should know, before 
your master fucks your ass I am going to get to use my 
cattle prod on you."

I think she was disappointed when I didn't react. At 
least I didn't react visibly. My insides turned to ice. 
I became so distracted by the prospect of dancing on 
the end of this beastly woman's cattle prod that I 
hardly felt her removing those horrible needles. I 
stared straight ahead and tried not to watch the 
needles coming out or the frustration on her face when 
I remained stoic as she continued the torture of my 
breasts.

When the needles were all removed she poured most of a 
bottle of alcohol over my breasts. I screamed again as 
the alcohol seeped into the two hundred tiny pin holes 
in my flesh. That pleased her.

She moved away from me and when she returned she was 
holding her magic want in front of my face. She pressed 
the button so that I could hear the electric hum again. 
She had a mad look in her eyes as she contemplated the 
pain that she was about to cause me. I sobbed in fear 
but I didn't speak. I didn't beg or plead. It didn't 
occur to me that I was depriving them of pleasure when 
I didn't grovel for them. I had just accepted my fate. 
I was, after all, just fuck meat.

She moved the prod over my gently, teasing me. The two 
small electrodes on the tip looked like a snake's fangs 
preparing to strike. As she moved the inactive prod 
over my flesh she whispered, "Are you scared now cunt?"

In a flat voice I responded, "Yes mistress. I am 
terrified."

Her smile spread and she leaned forward. Just like 
Kevin had done earlier she touched her lips to mine and 
kissed me gently. With our nipples touching and her 
lips only an inch from mine she stared into my eyes and 
said, "I can smell your fear. I can taste it on your 
lips. I am going to cause you more pain than you can 
imagine. That whipping, those needles, they are nothing 
compared to the pain you are going to experience when I 
touch my cattle prod to your tender flesh and push the 
button. I can't wait to hear your screams then. You 
will scream so hard that it will hurt your throat. You 
are going to remember me for the rest of your miserable 
life."

I looked her straight in the eyes and in a trembling 
voice I asked, "Why?"

She exhaled in my face and exclaimed eagerly, "Because 
I am so turned on right now that I wish more than 
anything else that I had a twelve inch cock so that I 
could rape you to fucking death!"

She kissed me again and whispered, "But I don't have a 
cock. So I am going to fuck you with my prod. Are you 
ready to dance darling?"

She moved back only a few inches. Her body was still 
nearly touching mine. She touched the twin tips of the 
prod to the side of my breast and with no warning that 
it was coming I suddenly felt 9,000 volts of 
electricity shoot through my body. The Amazon was 
wrong. I couldn't even scream!

She released the button instantly and I collapsed, 
hanging helplessly by my hair from the chain that held 
me in place. I felt the pain all over my body. The pain 
in my breast overwhelmed the pain in my scalp as I 
dangled by my hair.

There was spittle dripping from my mouth and my body 
shivered uncontrollably. She slapped my face and 
screamed, "Get up you fucking cunt!" 

Then, in a quieter voice she said, "Come on baby, on 
your feet. We're just getting started."

I struggled to my toes once more and relieved the pain 
in my scalp. She reached out and gently wiped the 
spittle from my lips and then she leaned forward and 
kissed me again. She moved her head back only slightly 
and sniffed at me like one of her dogs. 

She backed away a little more but our nipples were 
still touching when she smiled and said, "It's stronger 
now. It won't be long before you piss yourself. Are you 
as excited as I am cunt? Christ! If you would just 
touch your tongue to my clit at this moment I would 
have one of the most incredible orgasms of my life. But 
you can't do that of course. So let's have a little 
more foreplay, okay?"

She stepped back slightly and began to move her prod 
lightly over my body again. At first she watched the 
prod moving over my flesh. But then she stared into my 
eyes as the prod slid over my breasts again and with no 
warning she pressed the button again, right over my 
nipple.

The next thing I knew she was slapping my face and I 
was once more hanging limply by my hair from the 
ceiling.

She saw my eyes flutter and in a cold but quiet voice 
she said, "On your feet cunt. Please don't pass out 
again. You don't get the full effect when you are 
unconscious. That really annoys me."

I struggled to get back on my toes. I didn't feel 
totally in control of my muscles. My legs were rubbery 
and weak. She moved close again and gently wiped the 
drool from my lips once more. She leaned forward then 
and licked the tears from my cheeks before she gently 
kissed my lips again. She let the kiss linger this time 
and when she broke the kiss she whispered, "Can you 
smell it? That's your piss. You pissed yourself cunt. 
Your legs are all pissy now. I am so embarrassed for 
you. I would imagine that right now you would drink a 
gallon of dog cum if I would just put down this prod, 
wouldn't you?"

I stared at her blankly. I heard the words and I seemed 
to understand the meaning but I was in shock. That 
didn't bother her though. She stepped back once more 
and this time she leaned down and slowly inserted the 
end of her cattle prod into my cunt. She worked it 
inside of me very slowly, very gently. When she was 
satisfied she straightened up slightly and looked into 
my eyes. The look of anticipation, the look of lust on 
her face was horrific. 

I didn't even feel it when she pressed the button and 
sent all of that electricity into my cunt. I simply 
went from conscious to unconscious without even 
realizing that I was being all but electrocuted.

When I regained consciousness I was lying on the floor 
in a puddle of my own piss. I opened my eyes and saw 
that monstrous woman squatting over me. As soon as my 
eyes opened she started pissing right in my face. 

I didn't move a muscle until she ordered me to roll 
over onto my back and open my mouth. I didn't even have 
to think about. I wasn't totally in control of my 
muscles yet but I rolled over and opened my mouth 
instantly. My Amazonian torturer from hell adjusted her 
aim and unleashed another torrent of hot piss right in 
my face. She adjusted her aim and I soon felt the 
thick, acidic stream of urine landing in my wide open 
mouth. There was a spray that landed on my face but 
most of it entered my mouth. 

The taste was sickening but it never even occurred to 
me to try to escape her aim. As the stream began to 
taper off she started ordering me to swallow. I 
struggled to obey but I had a hard time keeping it 
down. My stomach rebelled but when she saw me on the 
verge of spitting it back up she screamed at me, "If 
you don't keep that down you'll clean this mess up with 
your tongue and you'll keep cleaning it up until you 
keep down every drop of it!"

I finally got my stomach under control as she stepped 
away from me. She stared down at me for a moment and 
said, "Your daughter did a much better job. I think she 
swallowed half of it. You probably just need more 
practice."

She turned and walked away at last and it wasn't until 
she was gone from the room that I realized that I was 
no longer bound. The cuffs and straps and the collar 
had all been removed.

I could hardly move my arms but I concentrated and I 
strained and I was finally able to reach up and massage 
my tortured scalp. Every move I made was torture. My 
entire body was wracked with pain. The only exception 
was my pussy which was numb. 

I wanted to sit up and get out of the large puddle of 
piss that I was lying in but I didn't move until Kevin 
came over and smiled down at my pain wracked body. He 
said, "Jesus! For such a prissy bitch you sure stink a 
lot. Get up bitch."

I tried to sit up but I couldn't. I ended up struggling 
to roll over and then getting up slowly onto my hands 
and knees. I was panting with the exertion and had to 
pause before I had the strength to attempt to get my 
feet under me.

Kevin watched me and enjoyed my struggles. He sounded 
impatient when he asked, "What's the matter cunt? Do 
you like lying there in a puddle of piss?" But I saw 
his face and it was obvious that he was amused.

I answered in a respectful voice, "No sir. I'm sorry 
sir. My muscles are...I'm having a hard time getting 
up."

He laughed and responded, "If I got one of those cattle 
prods you'd get your ass up. Christ! My grandma is 
faster than you!"

I finally managed to stand. I wasn't very steady on my 
feet but I was up. He ordered me to walk around him a 
couple of times and as I moved in a circle around him I 
felt the strength slowly returning to my limbs. 

He laughed at me and said, "Shit! Lori got right up 
with no problems. Maybe we took it too easy on her. 
What do you think bitch?"

I answered, "I don't know sir. Maybe it's just because 
I'm so much older."

He replied, "You aren't that old, bitch. You're no 
spring chicken but I'd still classify you as prime 
pussy."

When I was moving around well enough to satisfy him he 
threw me a damp down and said, "Wipe your ass and your 
legs clean with that, bitch."

I caught the towel and wiped down my hips and my ass. I 
ran it down over my legs and removed as much of the 
dried and drying piss as I could. The piss on my legs 
had mostly come from me when I pissed myself. It was 
mostly dry now. The Amazon's piss had been concentrated 
on my face and hair. That was still damp and fresh.

When Kevin was satisfied he dropped his pants and 
ordered me to suck his cock until it was hard. I 
dropped to my knees in front of him instantly and took 
his cock into my mouth. It was encrusted with dried 
crud. He must have spent most of the last couple hours 
while I was being tortured with a hard on. His cock 
probably had been leaking lube most of that time. Now 
it covered his soft cock in a thin crust.

I sucked him clean and then I sucked on his quickly 
growing cock like I had never sucked a cock before. I 
was fuck meat now. This was what I was good for.

When his cock was hard he held out his hand and someone 
tossed him something from off camera. He caught it and 
handed it to me. It was a tube of lubricant. He ordered 
me to grease his cock. 

I obeyed instantly. I remembered what he had said would 
be the final event of the day. He was going to fuck my 
virgin ass with his big cock. I greased his cock up. I 
put as much on it as I could get to stick. Then he 
said, "Up bitch."

I struggled to my feet again and he ordered me to turn 
around and bend over. The close-up cameras returned and 
Kevin said, "Okay bitch. Spread your ass cheeks and 
back up. I want you to back up until my cock is buried 
as far as it will go in your tight ass."

That turned out to be just as hard as it sounded. I 
backed up until I felt his cock resting on my ass. His 
legs were a lot longer than mine and even standing on 
my toes I couldn't line us up. I reached between my 
legs and nearly fell over as I bent down and pulled his 
cock down to my opening. I held it in place and 
struggled to back up. I was pushing with all of my 
might and I was getting frantic because I just couldn't 
get it to go in. 

I heard laughter from the large group of men and the 
two women who were watching from behind the cameras and 
then Kevin laughed and said, "I guess you still need a 
lot of training, bitch. Well, don't worry. I have 
plenty of time to devote to your bitch training.

I felt his hands grip my hips and suddenly he thrust 
his pelvis and pulled back on me and half of his cock 
surged into my ass. 

I screamed in pain. It was nearly as bad as the cattle 
prod! There was more laughter as I cried out again and 
again while Kevin forced his cock deeper into my 
bowels. The pain was incredible. His cock was so huge. 
But it never occurred to me to resist. I was, after 
all, just so much fuck meat.

I remained bent over in front of him with my hands 
resting on my knees for support now as he began to rape 
my ass as brutally as possible. I was crying loudly and 
I cried out in pain frequently as he made one vicious 
lunge after another into my abused body. 

In only a few minutes he said, "Shit bitch. I was 
hoping to spend half an hour in here. Your fucking 
screaming turns me on so much I can't last. Fuck!" 

With that last exclamation he held my ass pressed tight 
against his body and I felt his large cock throbbing as 
he shot his cum deep in my ass.

He kept his cock buried in me for several minutes and 
when it was almost soft he let the muscles in my ass 
push it out. I dropped to my knees instantly and took 
his semi-soft cock into my mouth and throat and sucked 
him clean eagerly. I paid no attention to the bitter, 
sickening taste that filled my mouth as I sucked his 
nasty cock clean. After all, I'm just fuck meat now.

I started crying again when I found out that it wasn't 
really over. For the next two hours or so I was made 
available to every man in the building. They each took 
a turn raping my ass. After the fourth or fifth it 
didn't hurt so much anymore. They had brought in a 
table for me to lean on and I lay there crying quietly 
and feeling sorry for myself. Sometimes I thought about 
Lori and what it must have been like for her. But 
mostly I felt sorry for myself. I could worry more 
about Lori when the pain subsided.

When nobody wanted to rape me anymore I was allowed to 
take another shower. I stood under the hot water and 
thought about the last two days. Not the morning and 
afternoon fucking with the four men at work so much. I 
thought about how I had been gang raped all night long, 
raped into unconsciousness. And then I had been brought 
directly here and tortured and raped for most of the 
day. I had seen one of the men's wrist watches while I 
was sucking his slimy cock clean and I was not at all 
surprised to see that it was mid-afternoon now. I had 
been here for almost eight hours.

I washed my hair several times and rinsed my mouth out 
with water until the nasty taste was mostly gone. I 
shut the water off and dried off quickly. Then I went 
out to the studio, praying with every step that I could 
go home and get some sleep now. Even fuck meat needs to 
sleep.

My clothes were in tatters and as expected I was taken 
out to the car in the nude. As soon as he got in Kevin 
pulled his cock out and said, "Get down here and suck 
on this while I drive us home bitch. I'll make you a 
little deal. If you get me off before we get to the 
house I won't beat you tonight for cheating on me with 
all of those men."

That was too easy. We were half way across town and it 
was the beginning of rush hour. We weren't even half 
way home when he came in my mouth. I held his cock in 
my mouth for the rest of the trip. More than a few 
lucky truckers got a good look at me in that stop and 
go traffic and there was a lot of horn honking at my 
expense. I didn't care if they saw me now though. I 
mean, after all, I'm just fuck meat.

Kevin usually pulled into the garage now that he was 
living in our house. It amused him today to park in the 
driveway. He must have seen that several of my 
neighbors were outside. We got out of the car and 
walked casually into the house. 

I opened the door for my master and held it for him and 
just as he stepped inside I saw a blur of motion. I 
screamed as Kevin dropped like a ton of bricks. I was 
terrified because I didn't know what had happened and 
because I knew that if Kevin was pissed off he would 
take it out on me and Lori.

Then my husband stepped into view holding a baseball 
bat in his hands. He swung it over and over, beating 
Kevin nearly to death. I thought for sure that he was 
going to kill him and I was surprised to find that I 
had mixed emotions about that. I hated and feared 
Kevin. But he was my master. I was his fuck meat. 

Kevin had been beaten unconscious. My husband finally 
stopped beating him and stood up straight. He looked at 
me and I saw the worried look on his face. He leaned 
the bat against the wall and stepped over Kevin and 
took me into his arms. 

I tried to back away but he held me tight and asked 
quietly, "Are you alright Karen?"

I almost didn't know who Karen was! 

I tried to push Tom away but he wouldn't budge. I 
whispered to him, "Please Tom. You don't want me 
anymore. I'm fuck meat now."

He gasped in shock at what I had said but he wouldn't 
let me go. I was crying hard now. I tried to explain. 
"Tom, you don't understand. I'm ruined. I've done 
things...I've had things done to me, I'm sorry Tom. I 
can't even say them out loud."

He hugged me so hard it almost drove the breath out of 
me. He kissed my forehead and said, "I know. I know all 
about it. I came over to check on Lori and I got the 
whole story out of her. She told me everything. I don't 
care Karen. Nothing that happened is your fault. 
Nothing that happened was her fault. You were both 
raped and tortured and the fault lies with the people 
that did this to you. But it's over now. We'll get help 
for you and Lori and we'll talk and we will work this 
out."

Tom took me upstairs and put me in bed. He gave me some 
water and some aspirin and I don't even remember my 
head hitting the pillow. I slept for almost twenty-four 
hours. 

When I awoke it was around noon the next day. Tom was 
sitting by the window staring at me. When he saw my 
eyes open he stood up and came over and sat on the edge 
of the bed. He took my hand and said, "I was getting 
worried. I was just about to call for an ambulance to 
take you to the hospital."

I started crying again. He seemed so genuinely 
concerned. How could he even stand to look at me after 
what he knew about me now? Lori had been subjected to 
every horrible torment that I had and she had revealed 
them all to her father. He knew about ever nasty thing 
that I had done in the last four days. Hell, I couldn't 
even stand to be near me!

Tom stretched out beside me and held me in his arms. It 
felt good to be in his strong, gentle arms again. I 
could have kicked myself for being the bitch that I was 
and for kicking him out. But I still could not 
understand how he could even stand to touch me after 
what he knew.

I finally got my crying under control and looked at 
Tom. I saw the love in his eyes and I just shook my 
head. I whispered, "I don't understand. How can you 
want me now? How can you even stand to look at me?"

He held me tighter and said, "To be honest, I don't 
really understand that myself. I was furious with you 
when you kicked me out. If asked I probably would have 
said that I hated you. But I had a lot of time to think 
about us when I was alone. I missed you and Lori so 
much. I wasn't the perfect husband and you weren't the 
perfect wife. If you will consider taking me back I 
would like to work on that. The truth is, Karen, I 
still love you. I never stopped loving you. I hate what 
happened to you but it wasn't your fault and I don't 
hold you responsible for it. If you will work with me 
on this I want to get past this."

I sat up and stared at him. He was wrong about not 
being the perfect husband. I hadn't realized it at the 
time but now, looking back, I could see that he had 
been nearly perfect. I was just too much of a bitch to 
realize it. Could I make it up to him now? Would he be 
able to enjoy the changes in me without holding them 
against me?

I said, "Okay Tom. Let's talk. Let me go to the 
bathroom before I explode and we'll talk. There is a 
lot to say. But first, how is Lori?"

He smiled and said, "Lori is doing fine. She went 
through everything you did and more. Her torment lasted 
for months. But she is strong and resilient and she is 
doing very well. She will never again be the sweet 
innocent fifteen year old daughter that we had. But I 
think she is strong enough that she will come out of 
this alright."

I tentatively leaned forward to kiss Tom. I watched 
carefully for any sign that I disgusted him or that he 
wasn't ready to have someone like me touch him but it 
wasn't there. He actually looked relieved and we 
exchanged a sweet and loving kiss. Then I rushed to the 
bathroom.

I used the toilet and washed my face and brushed my 
teeth and by the time I got back into the bedroom he 
had two cups of coffee sitting on the table by the 
window and a large fruit cup for me.

I could not remember eating in the last four days. I 
hadn't weighed myself but I would not be surprised to 
learn that I had lost fifteen pounds. And I had not 
been overweight when my nightmare started.

I sipped my coffee and wolfed down the fruit while he 
sat and watched me eat. When I had emptied the cup he 
asked, "Do you want more?"

I shook my head and said, "Later, thanks."

I sipped my coffee and organized my thoughts and 
finally I said, "Tom, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was such a 
bitch. I'm sorry I was such a piss poor wife. Maybe you 
were not the perfect husband, but you were awfully 
damned close. Everything that happened really is my 
fault. Everything that happened between us, everything 
that happened to Lori, and everything that happened to 
me is entirely my fault. If I had not been such a cold, 
frigid bitch we would have had a happy marriage and you 
would have been here to protect us."

Tom started to interrupt me but I put my finger on his 
lips and said, "No Tom, please, let me finish."

I sat back and said, "As horrible as the last four days 
have been I have learned a lot about myself. I saw what 
people really thought of me and I came to realize that 
I really was a cold bitch. I want to make it up to you 
but I am afraid that now that I have changed, and I 
have changed, you won't be able to get past what has 
just happened to me. You won't be able to make love to 
me or accept me making love to you without resenting 
me. You won't be able to look at me without thinking of 
the things that Lori told you."

"Tom, I have been fucked by rooms full of men. I have 
sucked a dog's cock and I have been fucked by a dog. I 
have been pissed on and men have lined up to fuck my 
ass. How can you get over that?"

I was astonished when he chuckled. I looked at him in 
shock and he said, "Jesus Karen! That's the first time 
I ever heard you say fuck! Maybe you have changed!"

We looked at each other and suddenly we were both 
laughing almost uncontrollably. When we were once more 
under control I wiped the tears of laughter from my 
eyes and sat back. I said, "Tom, I learned a lot more 
than how to say fuck and cock. I learned that my cunt 
is not made of gold. I learned to have orgasms. I 
learned how to suck a cock and I'm pretty damn good at 
it now. But would you want a slut like me for a wife?"

He was dead serious when he responded, "It sounds like 
a dream come true to me. I have to be honest Karen. 
There is hardly a moment that went by since we got 
married that I didn't wish that there was a lot more 
slut in you."

I leaned forward and held his hand in mine and said 
quietly, "I'm so sorry Tom."

He patted my hand and said, "I know Karen. We both 
could have been better at this. I know what you are 
thinking. You are wondering how I can love you after 
what has happened. I guess that's just another 
imperfection in me. Because to be perfectly honest, 
some of what I heard from Lori turned me on. Not the 
torture. Not the pain. But I don't hold any of what 
happened against you and I don't look down on you for 
what you went through. And to be brutally honest, if it 
has turned you into a sexual being then I am glad it 
happened. Does that make you want to throw me out 
again?"

I suddenly realized that I didn't know Tom quite as 
well as I thought that I did. Could he be serious? I 
knew one way to find out.

I dropped to my knees and moved between his legs. I 
began to unfasten his belt and as I struggled with his 
belt he overcame his surprise and tried to still my 
hands. He smiled at me and said, "I have no objection 
to what you are doing. But maybe we should finished 
talking first. I want you, but I don't want to take 
advantage of the horrible things that have been done to 
you and make things worse. I don't want you resenting 
me when you are finished."

I smiled up at him and pulled my hands free. I said, 
"You talk. You know I don't like people that talk with 
their mouths full."

I managed to get his cock out of his pants. I felt just 
the slightest twinge of regret when I was reminded that 
his cock was almost half the size of Kevin's. But even 
so it was a pretty cock. It was well formed and smooth 
and I only now began to appreciate the beauty of it.

I leaned down and kissed it and then licked it 
lovingly. Then I wet my lips and tightened them around 
the head of his cock and slowly slid them all the way 
down to the base. He gasped and cried out in pleasure. 
I didn't remember the last time that we had made love. 
Or should I say we had had sex? I had never sucked his 
cock and as far as I knew he had never cheated on me. 
This might very well be his first blowjob ever!

As I began to suck eagerly on his cock he gripped the 
arms of his chair and gasped, "Oh my god Karen! I 
never...I...oh shit!"

His cock may not be as large as Kevin's but I almost 
choked on his huge load of cum. I had to swallow 
several times before I managed to get it all down. Then 
I licked his cock clean and held it in my mouth while 
it went soft.

I was afraid to look up and see the disdain I expected 
to see on his face but when I finally got up the nerve 
and looked at his face I saw only love and gratitude. I 
couldn't stand that and I started crying like a baby 
again. 

He reached down and pulled me into his lap. He held me 
tight and there was a slight struggle when he tried to 
kiss me on the mouth. But he won and I put my arms 
around his neck and held him so tight that I was afraid 
I would hurt him.

His hand reached up and cupped my breast and for the 
first time since I got out of bed I became aware of my 
nudity. I had spent so much time naked lately that it 
had come to feel natural.

I saw that he was watching to see what my reaction 
would be to his hand on my breast. I had always 
discouraged him in the past. At the time I didn't want 
to be touched by him or any man. Now I put my hand over 
his and smiled as I moved it over my breasts. They were 
still tender from the abuse I had been subjected to 
yesterday but I wanted Tom to know that I wanted to be 
touched now. I had a lot to make up for and I was 
looking forward to it.

I kissed him again and told him how much I loved him. I 
thought for just a moment that he was going to cry and 
it occurred to me that I had not told him I loved him 
in years. The last time had probably been not long 
after Lori was born!

I realized now just how much I loved him and I saw in 
his eyes how much he loved me. Right then I knew that 
we were going to make it. We had a lot to talk about 
still. But we were going to make it.

We sat there in silence and held each other for a long 
time until there was a quiet knock at the door and it 
opened slowly. Lori was standing there in her bikini. 
She saw us and smiled and said, "I'm sorry. I thought 
you were asleep. It was so quiet in here. I was going 
to see if anyone wanted to go jump in the pool."

I smiled at her and said, "Lori! Come here honey."

I didn't even think about the fact that I was naked and 
her father's cock was exposed between my legs. Tom was 
uncomfortable but Lori didn't seem to pay it any mind. 
Knowing what she had been through, or at least some of 
what she had been through, I realized that nudity and 
sexuality were no big deal to her now and never would 
be. She and I were different now and we always would 
be. Hell, we had eaten each other's pussies!

I took her hand when she came close and said, 
"Sweetheart, I am so sorry. What happened to you, that 
was all my fault. I promise you I'm going to make it up 
to you. Someday I hope you'll be able to forgive me. 
I'm going to be the best mother that I can be from now 
on. I swear it."

She leaned over and kissed me and said, "Don't be silly 
mom. Fuck, I was afraid you were going to be mad at me. 
I submitted to that asshole first and I'm the one that 
set you up. He made me do it but I didn't fight him."

I pulled her close and hugged her and said, "Lori, I 
only went through four days of his shit. You were put 
through the wringer for three months. And if I hadn't 
thrown your dad out because I was such a fucking bitch 
then I doubt if any of this would have happened. No 
baby, it's my fault."

Tom laughed and interjected, "First of all, you two 
need to start watching your fucking language. Secondly, 
I would feel more comfortable if we continued this pity 
party once I had my pants back on. I am not used to 
flashing my teenage daughter."

Lori laughed and said, "Oh dad, get over it. It's just 
a cock for Christ's sake. I've seen a boatload of them 
in the last three months. One more isn't going to 
scandalize me."

He looked at her for a moment and then he said, "You 
know, I hate to admit it but your attitude sounds a lot 
healthier than mine. Hell, half the people in the world 
have cocks. What's the big deal?"

Lori leaned over and kissed Tom and said, "Way to go 
pop! Now, since you guys are awake, why don't we all go 
downstairs and go skinny dipping?" 

Tom and I looked at each other and almost in unison we 
said, "What the fuck!"

We got up and I helped him take off his clothes. Then 
the three of us went swimming in the pool.

Lori and I recovered quickly from what Kevin had done 
to us. There were changes of course, most of them for 
the better. Tom and I get along better and are closer 
than we ever were. And we are both closer to Lori than 
any other parents of a teenager that I know of. We are 
more tolerant now, we have to be. There is no way that 
Lori is going to go back to being the sweet, naïve 
fifteen year old that she was before this happened. Tom 
has had to get used to her bringing boys home and 
fucking their brains out. Because of what I went 
through it didn't bother me but he had to make a pretty 
serious adjustment.

There was another adjustment that he had to make. But 
this one he enjoyed. I found that I couldn't go back to 
being monogamous. Well, I might have been able to. But 
when Tom found out how much trouble I was having with 
that, how much I missed having sex with my co-workers 
and with our neighbor Hugh we talked it over. It turns 
out that he was turned on hearing about the way the men 
at work used me for sex. The same was true of Hugh. We 
had a lot of hot sex after I related some of my 
experiences to Tom and he finally admitted that he had 
fantasized for a long time about watching me have sex 
with other men. 

So now I have sex with my four co-workers. Our 
relationship has changed since Kevin left the picture, 
but not that much. I still wear those slutty dresses to 
work. I am still submissive to them and I still put out 
for the occasional client. And we still talk about them 
coming over and joining Lori and me for some hot sex. 
Lori is all for it. But the threats are gone and the 
fear is gone. Hell! I even think that Mr. Johnson is 
starting to act like a human being now and then!

Hugh was shocked when I called him over to my house one 
day and told him that Kevin was gone and Tom had come 
back home. He was even more shocked when I told him 
that he was still welcome to come over from time to 
time and fuck me, even if Tom was home. In fact, I 
think I was able to convince him that Tom would get a 
kick out of it.

There are a few things from the darker side of this 
that I suppose I need to mention. The morning after Tom 
beat Kevin with the bat so badly he was found in a 
gutter, just about half dead. He is suffering from 
severe brain damage and doesn't even know his own name. 
I asked an acquaintance who was a nurse to check on his 
condition and she said that Kevin would never recover. 
He can walk and talk but his brain is now at about the 
level of a ten year old. He has become known for his 
sweet disposition and gentleness. But he will always be 
a ten year old.

The studio where Lori and I were tortured and filmed 
doing all of those horrible things was burned down 
several days after I was there. The fire was determined 
to be the result of arson and the owners are suspected 
and are likely to be charged. Evidence was found at the 
home of the two men who owned the studio. They insist 
that it was planted but the case is supposed to be 
pretty strong against them. 

The other piece of gossip that I picked up recently was 
that a woman who owned a kennel outside of town was 
kidnapped and has been missing for months. Police claim 
that they have information that she is being held 
against her will in a whorehouse somewhere in Mexico 
and forced to service Mexican laborers in between her 
donkey shows.

The End

To that small group of disturbed people who have 
enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank 
you. Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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