Karen's Bitch Training - Part 1

 

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.