Karen's Bitch Training - Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lori and I followed Kevin out to his car. We all sat in 
front with Lori in the middle. I tried not to watch as 
Kevin's hand came to rest on her upper thigh and as he 
rubbed his finger over her pussy she reached over and 
rested her small hand on the large bulge in his slacks.

We went through to the other side of town and into an 
area that I was unfamiliar with. It was after nine in 
the evening and I was exhausted. I had lost count of 
the number of times I had been raped today. Well, I 
hadn't lost count. I didn't keep count. But it had been 
a lot and if that had been all that I had to do today I 
would be very tired. But in addition to being forced to 
sexually service the four men at work, a client, and 
finally Kevin's father I also had to keep up with my 
normal work load.

I actually didn't mind that part. I appreciated the 
distraction. It gave me an opportunity to think about 
something besides all of the sex and the horror that my 
life had become.

Kevin parked on a side street just off of the main drag 
but we were in a part of town that was becoming run 
down. There were a lot of empty buildings in the area. 
We got out and walked a half a block to what appeared 
to be a deserted warehouse. Kevin pushed a doorbell and 
after a short pause the door opened and a large black 
man admitted us. He nodded at Kevin and Kevin said, 
"Hey Buddha! How're they hanging man?!"

The man's face never changed and he didn't respond. He 
let us in after giving Lori and me a passing glance. I 
had the impression that he had seen Lori before. The 
little entryway that we were standing in was dark until 
the door closed and a curtain was pulled over it. I 
could hear the faint sound of rap music coming from 
somewhere further inside.

As soon as the curtain covered the door a dim overhead 
light came on. The doorman turned to face Kevin and 
Kevin handed him a wad of money and then raised his 
arms. The man ran his hands over Kevin and I got the 
strange feeling that I was in an old movie as I watched 
Kevin getting frisked.

He finished patting Kevin down and turned to Lori. She 
grinned as if she was having a great time and stood 
with her arms in the air while the man, well, I can't 
call it patting her down so much as he felt her up. 
When he was finished her top was resting above her tits 
and her skirt was nothing but a black belt around her 
waist.

When he had finished feeling my daughter up he turned 
to me. His expression had still not changed. He stepped 
closer to me and said, "I haven't seen your ass in here 
before. Am I gonna have a problem with you?"

I shook my head and raised my arms. His large, rough, 
black hands lifted my top and groped my breasts before 
sliding down and lifting my skirt and forcing my legs 
apart. I felt several fingers worming their way inside 
of my pussy and then his hand slid down over my ass and 
explored the crack. I was relieved that at least he 
hadn't tried to force his fat fingers inside of my ass.

He must have known that he wasn't going to find 
anything on me or my daughter. It was obvious from the 
way that we were dressed that we weren't hiding 
anything. If anything we were hiding far too little.

As soon as he stepped away I pulled my top down and 
worked my tiny skirt back down into place. Lori had 
already adjusted her little outfit. As soon as we were 
ready we followed Kevin through another door.

Once we had passed through the second door and into the 
club the music was louder but not so loud as to be 
obnoxious. It was still rap and I still hated it but it 
was at least at a volume that was tolerable. I assumed 
that this was some sort of illegal, unlicensed club and 
they had to keep the noise down to avoid attracting law 
enforcement.

I looked around and saw small stages scattered around 
the room and on each stage was a naked woman dancing 
sensuously. Only one or two of them seemed to be 
dancing to the music that was playing. One of the girls 
was oriental and I saw a couple that were black but 
there were nearly a dozen more and they were all white. 
The customers were all black.

Kevin selected some empty seats near one of the stages 
and we sat and looked up at a dancer that looked 
younger than Lori. She glanced at Kevin and smiled but 
she ignored us. I looked up and I was looking right 
into her pussy only about three feet from my face. That 
was all I needed to see and I looked away quickly.

Another naked white woman came up behind us and took 
our drink orders. She greeted Lori by name. I had to 
wonder how much time Lori had spent in here. I also 
found myself wondering if she had done anything besides 
drink, not that it wasn't bad enough that she was 
already drinking alcohol at her age.

The waitress soon returned with our drinks. I sipped on 
my glass of cheap white wine and stared at my hands. I 
had never been in a strip club of course. No one was 
stripping in here. All the women seemed to be naked all 
the time. But I didn't know what else to call it. I was 
sorry for those poor girls that were forced to exhibit 
themselves like that. It was so degrading. But I didn't 
want to see it. And I had the nagging feeling in the 
back of my mind that I wasn't just here to drink and 
listen to music.

It wasn't long before I had all of my questions 
answered. A man came over and held a whispered 
conversation with Kevin. I saw the man hand Kevin some 
money and then grab Lori's arm and walk away. I watched 
as Lori was led through a side door and I glanced up to 
see Kevin watching me. He saw the shock and the fear on 
my face and he just smiled.

Before Lori returned another man approached Kevin and 
two minutes later he was pulling me through that same 
side door that Lori had gone through. I gasped and 
almost lost my balance when I stepped through the door. 
We were in a large room. I mean huge, about half the 
size of an airplane hangar. There were no interior 
walls, just one large undivided room. And everywhere I 
looked there were mattresses lying on the floor. And a 
large number of those mattresses were occupied by black 
men copulating with young white women.

The man that had apparently paid to fuck me stopped and 
looked around and then led me down a narrow aisle 
between rows of mattresses and past couples fucking in 
every position you could possibly imagine to a mattress 
which was right next to Lori and the man who had paid 
to have sex with her.

The man that was fucking Lori from behind looked up and 
grinned and without missing a stroke he called out, 
"Hey brother! I see you brought momma in to play. Let 
me know if her shit's any good. I might try her later."

My escort ordered me to strip and I was too afraid not 
to. It took almost no time to get out of my two tiny 
garments and while he watched me undress he was 
unfastening his pants and pulling them off. It was 
incongruous I know but I couldn't help thinking that 
with all the men that had raped me lately, and every 
time one of these men had sex with me I considered it 
rape, only Kevin had been naked. Every other man that 
had used me in the last two days had kept his shirt on!

I was soon on my hands and knees beside Lori with a 
cock fucking me violently. It was a very violent fuck, 
as so many of them were lately. But I wasn't aroused 
and I found myself gazing around the room and wondering 
about all of those young white women. I wondered how 
many, if any, were here voluntarily. I wondered how 
many were like Lori and had been brainwashed. I also 
wondered how many of them were like me and being forced 
to submit to these rapes for fear of being beaten 
beyond my ability to endure.

There were tears pouring down my cheeks. How could I 
have sunk so low? I am now a common prostitute. No, I'm 
even lower than a prostitute. I don't even get any of 
the money he makes selling my body to strange men for 
sex. And worse yet I'm working on my hands and knees 
right beside my fifteen year old daughter. How could I 
have allowed myself to be taken so low?

I listened to the two men who were using us. They 
commented on our relative merits as fuck meat. They 
commented on how tight our pussies were and the sizes 
of our tits and the shapes of our asses. They stopped 
raping us for long enough to switch places for a couple 
of minutes so that they could compare how our pussies 
felt on their cocks.

Once they had compared they switched back and fucked us 
violently until they attained an orgasm. I had heard 
Lori squealing in delight but I hadn't enjoyed it. I 
was too despondent.

After they had both cum and we had performed our 
standard clean up duties I reached for my two whorish 
articles of clothing but Lori stopped me before I could 
put them on. She led me to a small ladies room where we 
could freshen up and prepare for our next customers.

One wall of the small room was lined with toilets that 
were placed so close together that when seated our hips 
nearly touched the hips of the women on the toilet 
beside us as we sat in embarrassed silence and allowed 
the cum to drain out of us for a couple of minutes. As 
I sat there with my daughter beside me on one side and 
a girl on the other side of me who I knew was not yet 
eighteen, I listened to the other girl's conversations. 
Some of the others were crying. Most were quiet, morose 
looking, and kept to themselves. They were obviously 
not here because they enjoyed what they were doing. 
There were a few that were laughing and joking quietly 
with a friend but those seemed to be the exceptions.

Lori and I finished on the toilets and washed up at the 
long row of sinks. There were piles of small, clean, 
white washcloths that we could use to freshen up with. 
I tried not to look around as I used a cloth to wipe my 
pussy clean. It was such a personal thing to do in 
front of twenty other women, even if they were all 
going through the same process.

I finally put my clothes back on and followed Lori back 
out to our seats. My small glass of very bad white wine 
had gotten warm but it took the taste of that dirty 
black dick out of my mouth so I sipped on it for a 
couple of minutes until another man came over and paid 
for my services.

I was taken into the back room a dozen times over the 
next two hours. I was fucked by a dozen black men of 
all descriptions. They ranged in age from no more than 
eighteen to one guy that was at least sixty. Except for 
that first time I was always on my own and I was always 
on my back except for one man who just wanted a 
blowjob. It was so dehumanizing, so demeaning. After 
each anonymous fuck I sat on one of those equally 
dehumanizing toilets and cried quietly as another 
strange man's cum drained out of me.

After about two hours a group of men came over to the 
table and one of them spoke with Kevin for a few 
minutes. The spokesman handed Kevin a large wad of 
money and the bored young woman who was dancing on the 
small stage in front of us was sent away. Kevin leaned 
over and said something to Lori and she got up and took 
my hand. She pulled me to my feet and led me to the 
stairs that led up onto the stage in front of us.

I followed along like the mindless sex toy that I was 
becoming. Once we were on stage Lori started undressing 
and she told me to take my clothes off too. I looked 
around at the crowd of men who had gathered to watch 
and fought back the tears as I removed my slutty outfit 
for their amusement.

When I was naked Lori took me into her arms and began 
to make love to me. I stood their woodenly at first 
while she kissed my unresponsive lips and ran her hand 
over my body. After a couple of minutes she whispered, 
"Do you really want to piss Kevin off mom?"

At first I wasn't sure. Maybe it would be better to let 
him kill me and put me out of my misery. I couldn't go 
on like this forever. But the memory of that beating 
was still too fresh. I just couldn't go through that 
again.

I began to return Lori's kisses and slide my hands over 
her firm young body. I told myself that it was nothing 
that I hadn't done before. We kissed and caressed for 
several minutes and then Lori pulled me down to the 
floor and we moved into a sixty-nine position. As I 
began to lick her pussy I realized that I could taste 
the traces of cum from her last customer. I suppose 
that she could taste mine as well. I had tasted so much 
cum in the last two days that it didn't even bother me. 
What bothered me still was that I was rolling around on 
the floor with my little girl for the amusement of a 
crowd of strange men while we performed cunnalingus on 
each other.

I felt her educated tongue between the lips of my pussy 
and it was pleasant but I was far too despondent to 
enjoy it. I heard the comments of the crude men all 
around us who were excited by watching a mother have 
oral sex with her teenage daughter and I couldn't 
imagine that I could have sunk so low in only two days.

Something inside of me, something very stupid inside of 
me finally couldn't take this any longer and rebelled. 
I pushed my daughter off of me and scrambled to my 
feet. I screamed at the men around me that I couldn't 
do this and I called them every obscene name that I 
could think of.

Kevin glared at me but I didn't care. I wasn't going to 
do this anymore. I grabbed my top and my skirt and 
headed for the stairs. I was getting out of here. I got 
down the stairs and managed about two steps before 
Kevin stood beside me with his hand wrapped in my hair 
and almost lifted me off of the floor. I screamed and 
scratched at his arm and tried to kick him until he 
slapped me so hard that I saw stars.

I went limp for a moment and he turned to the crowd and 
said, "Okay boys, free pussy. She's all yours for the 
rest of the night."

A couple of large men grabbed me and before they 
carried me away Kevin turned to the man that had let us 
in and said, "I'll pick her up tomorrow sometime."

I started kicking and screaming furiously when they 
started to lead me into the back. The large man that 
had frisked me when we came in took two steps and 
suddenly punched me in the stomach. As I gasped in pain 
his meaty hand came up and slapped me nearly 
unconscious. His hand grabbed a handful of my hair and 
held my head up and his large, ugly face was only an 
inch from mine when he hissed at me, "This is going to 
be the longest night of your fucking life bitch, if you 
live through it."

As soon as he let go of my hair I started screaming 
again. We had drawn quite a crowd and I couldn't even 
guess how many men followed as I was carried into the 
back and thrown down on a mattress.

I jumped up immediately but I was surrounded by a sea 
of leering black faces and there was no escape. I 
screamed at them to let me go. I made all sorts of 
empty threats. They seemed to find me so terribly 
amusing.

The two men that had carried me in had removed their 
pants and they stepped up and with almost no effort 
they forced me down onto my hands and knees. I cried 
out as the first large cock entered my pussy and 
struggled as the other man worked his cock into my 
mouth and began fucking my face.

For just a second I thought about biting him. But 
through the red haze that had come over my brain came 
the image of my teeth being pulled out with pliers and 
I finally stopped fighting. I had lost. I had lost more 
than I realized at the time. I would be paying for the 
scene I had made out there on that stage for a long 
time to come.

I had already been fucked by a dozen men since arriving 
at that sex club a few hours ago. That wasn't even a 
good warm up for what was to follow. For the next five 
or six hours I was constantly being fucked in my pussy 
and my mouth. As soon as one man shot his cum into me 
he moved out of the way and there waiting was another 
big black cock. I couldn't count them of course.

After the first dozen or so men my mind had crawled 
into a little space and seemed only vaguely aware of 
what was happening to my body. I knew that my thighs 
were getting covered with cum and I couldn't imagine 
that they would still want to have sex with me. It 
didn't occur to me until much later that it wasn't 
really sex. It wasn't about that at all. It was about 
teaching me a lesson. They were punishing me with cock 
and with cum. I was being put in my place.

It hurt at first. They were very rough, intentionally 
so. After a while though I started getting numb and 
then a little later my mind went into that place and I 
was almost unaware of what was happening to me.

I have no idea what time it was when I finally realized 
that I was alone. I was curled up on the mattress in a 
little ball. I was nearly covered in cum and I was 
lying in a cold pool of male fluids but it didn't 
really matter anymore.

Only a few minutes passed before I was vaguely aware 
that I was no longer alone and I opened my eyes to see 
the man who had frisked me when I came in last night. 
He was standing over me and looking down at me in 
disgust. When I opened my eyes he said, "I was gonna 
fuck you again but there's no way I'm gonna stick my 
dick in your skanky ass, bitch. Jesus you stink! This 
ain't no fucking flop house. Nobody said you could 
sleep. Get your nasty ass in there and clean yourself 
up."

I struggled to my feet. I hurt so bad that I couldn't 
straighten up. I shuffled towards the bathroom, bent 
over and holding my stomach. Every step was agony. My 
stomach hurt, I didn't know if that was because of the 
punches or all of the cocks that had pummeled me. I 
knew why my pussy hurt so badly though. All of those 
violent rapes, hour after hour, one right after 
another.

My throat was just as sore as my pussy. I hadn't tried 
but I'm pretty sure that I couldn't talk if I had to. I 
made it to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. I hadn't 
even realized how badly I needed to pee until I sat 
down. I let the cum drain out of me until I couldn't 
hear it dripping into the toilet any longer. When I 
stood up and turned around to flush it I saw an 
unbelievable amount of viscous fluid floating in the 
water. I thought that most of it had drained out of me 
when I was lying on the mattress. I was wrong.

I flushed the toilet and shuffled over to the sink. I 
stared at myself in the mirror. I didn't even recognize 
my reflection. My hair was stiff from their cum. Many 
of the men had used my hair to wipe their cocks clean. 
Others had shot their load into my face and hair.

My lips were cracked and swollen and there were a few 
places where blood had trickled down. I don't remember 
being hit in the face except for that one time I was 
slapped before it started. I'm not sure why I was 
bleeding.

My tits were very tender. I could see scratches and 
several black and blue marks. The men must have been 
pretty rough on them but I don't remember it.

I leaned down and rinsed my face off several times 
before I picked up a washcloth and started trying to 
clean myself up. I was washing my body with the cloth 
when I felt someone watching me. I looked up to see the 
doorman watching me from the door to the bathroom.

I ignored him and went back to cleaning the dried cum 
from my body. I had no idea what time it was. I 
wondered how long it would be before Kevin came back 
for me. I felt a sudden wave of fear grip my chest. 
What did Kevin have in mind for me when he came back 
for me? He had been furious last night. The hook?

I shuddered as I remembered that horrible beating he 
had subjected me to that first night. The tears started 
again because I was certain it was going to happen 
again.

I finished cleaning myself up. Or at least I was as 
clean as I could get without taking a long hot bath and 
using a douche.

I tossed the last of the four face cloths I had used to 
clean myself up with into the bucket they had supplied. 
I was as clean as I was going to get until I got home.

It couldn't be put off any longer. I turned to face the 
doorman and he entered the room and came closer to 
examine me. He sniffed and said, "That's a little 
better. I still don't think I want to fuck your nasty 
ass. Get down and suck me off bitch. I didn't get to 
fuck your face last night. The line was too long."

The floor was damp and dirty and I started to reach for 
a couple of washcloths to kneel on. I saw his arm go 
back and I cowered and covered my head.

He snarled, "I said get down and suck me off bitch! Are 
you fucking brain dead?! Didn't you learn anything last 
night? You stupid fucking cunt! When a man tells you to 
do something you fucking do it! Instantly!"

I sobbed quietly as I dropped to my knees on the filthy 
floor. He didn't offer to help so I unfastened his 
pants and pulled them down far enough to expose his 
manhood. I gripped his soft cock in my fingers and 
pulled it free of his underwear. The smell was 
unpleasant but I had smelled a lot worse over the 
course of the last five or six hours.

My lips cracked when I opened them to take his cock 
into my mouth. The worst pain wasn't when I took his 
fat cock into my throat though. The pain in my jaw was 
what caused me to cry out. I hadn't tried to talk or 
open my mouth very far since I had become aware of my 
surroundings again and realized that the rapes had 
stopped. I hadn't realized just how sore my jaw was 
until I opened my mouth wide enough to accommodate his 
cock.

It hurt like hell but of course that didn't matter. I 
ignored the pain in my lips and my throat and my jaw 
and I put every bit of what little strength remained in 
my incredibly abused body to work. I wanted desperately 
to please this man, I was too scared not to.

He watched me as I worked on his cock with a look of 
disgust on his face. At one point he reached out to 
hold my head. But when he saw the condition of my hair 
he thought better of it and dropped his hands back to 
his side.

He probably only lasted ten or fifteen minutes. It just 
seemed like an hour before he filled my mouth with one 
last load of cum. After he came I held his cock in my 
mouth until he placed the tips of two of his large 
fingers against my forehead and pushed me down on my 
ass on the filthy floor.

I sat there crying as he stepped back and fastened his 
pants. When he was dressed again he said, "Get off your 
lazy ass, bitch. Get yourself cleaned up and come out 
to the front door."

After he left I used a few more washcloths to clean the 
filth from my body again. I quickly rinsed my mouth out 
at the sink. I walked through the empty room full of 
nasty, cum stained mattresses. I looked around for my 
clothes but then I remembered that I had been brought 
back here naked.

I went out and through the club to the front door. I 
looked around out in the club but my clothes weren't 
there either. As I passed by the bar I spotted a clock. 
It was almost six in the morning. I had been here since 
about nine last night. Nine hours of almost constant 
rape. And I didn't believe for an instant that my day 
was over.

The doorman was sitting at a desk near the front door 
watching a small, portable TV. When I entered the foyer 
I asked the doorman if he had any idea where my 
clothing had gone to. My voice was unrecognizable. I 
couldn't help wondering if the damage to my throat 
would be permanent.

He glanced up at me for a second but then turned back 
to his little television. He didn't say anything at 
first but then he said, "I don't want you to open your 
fucking mouth again unless someone is trying to put a 
cock in it you stupid bitch."

I didn't know why he was so mad at me. Maybe he just 
hated women. Or maybe he just hated white sluts. I 
moved away from him and stood with my back to the wall 
and waited. It was probably another half an hour before 
the bell rang and Kevin was there to pick me up. I 
cowered against the wall as he came in and looked me 
over. I tried to tell him that I was sorry, though I 
wasn't sure what I was apologizing for.

He interrupted me and said, "I don't like getting up at 
six o'clock in the morning cunt. I hope you are well 
rested because you are going to pay me back for 
humiliating me last night and making me get up this 
early. I didn't even earn back half of what I paid for 
your clothes last night. But don't worry. I have 
something else in mind that will make up the 
difference."

I was so scared as I stood there with him almost 
yelling in my face that I didn't even mention that my 
clothes were missing when he told me to follow him.

I followed him out onto the sidewalk and down to the 
corner. There were a few people around but it was early 
and it was a rundown part of town so there didn't seem 
to be any decent people around to be offended by my 
nudity.

We turned the corner and walked a half a block to his 
car. I was grateful that I had at least been able to 
keep my shoes on last night. I would have hated to be 
barefoot.

We passed several men who stopped and grinned and 
turned to watch me as I followed Kevin to the car. But 
they didn't speak to me or try to touch me or anything. 
They just enjoyed my nudity.

We got to the car and Kevin directed me to sit on a 
towel in his back seat. He drove away and as he drove 
through town I tried once more to tell him that I was 
sorry. I wanted to explain that I had lost it. I 
couldn't stand it anymore. I wanted him to understand 
that I was a mother and that it was very difficult to 
overcome a mother's natural instinct to protect her 
child.

He didn't even look back at me in the mirror. He just 
growled, "Do I need to stick something in your mouth to 
shut you up you dumb cunt?"

I gave up and sat back and closed my eyes. He didn't 
care why I had rebelled last night. I doubt if he even 
minded. He was probably looking forward to making me 
pay for it.

I opened my eyes when he pulled into a parking lot. We 
were in the industrial district. He had parked in front 
of a large metal building. There were no signs to 
indicate what they did here. There were a dozen cars 
and SUVs parked in the lot but no one going in or out. 
It didn't look like another club. But then, the place 
that I had spent the night last night looked like 
nothing but an abandoned warehouse.

Kevin ordered me out. I got out and shut the door and 
he grabbed my arm and pulled me around behind his car. 
He pointed to a pile of clothing and I recognized one 
of my normal outfits, the clothes I used to wear before 
I became Kevin's bitch. He ordered me to dress and 
while I was putting my underwear on he pointed out some 
disturbing things in his trunk. I didn't recognize most 
of it but I saw leather collars and cuffs. There were 
chains and different kinds of whips and a large 
assortment of things that looked painful and I didn't 
even know what they were for.

I had stopped dressing as my eyes inventoried the 
instruments of torture that Kevin was showing me. I was 
standing in a public parking lot in my bra and panties. 
But I was so upset that I had forgotten all about 
getting dressed.

I finally tore my eyes away from the horrible contents 
of Kevin's trunk and tried once more to beg him to 
forgive me. I pleaded with him to have pity on me. I 
promised him that I would never disobey him or 
humiliate him again.

He laughed and responded, "You stupid cunt. You made 
that same promise a couple of days ago after your first 
beating. I told you then that I knew you'd screw up. 
You dumb cunts don't learn after just one beating. You 
are going to get another beating when I get you home 
and I told you I wasn't going to take it easy on you if 
I had to do it again. I will make you a deal though. If 
you do everything that you are told between now and the 
time I get you home I will take it easy on you again. 
Not as easy as I did the first night. But easier than 
what I'm planning now. So what happens to you tonight 
is up to you."

There it was. No matter what else happened to me today 
I was going to be beaten when I got home. And it was 
going to be more severe than the first beating. I was 
crying again and I was shaking so bad that I could 
hardly stand. At first my mind was paralyzed with 
terror. But then another horrible thought crossed my 
mind. "What was he going to make me do in this building 
that was so bad that he was showing me this equipment 
and leaving the severity of the beating that I was to 
receive up to me?"

He watched me for a few moments, obviously enjoying the 
fear that seemed to have incapacitated me. He allowed 
me to stand there for a minute or two before he said, 
"Get your fucking clothes on you stupid cunt. Are you 
trying to get arrested?"

My mind was numb as I reached into the trunk and pulled 
out a knee length skirt and stepped into it. I nearly 
fell on my ass trying to put it on. I wanted nothing 
more right at that moment than to collapse and cry 
hysterically. I was so close to finally going over the 
edge and losing my mind.

I had frozen in place again after I had my skirt on and 
after a few seconds he asked, "Do I need to slap you 
around a little to get you going? Put the rest of your 
damned clothes on bitch!"

I pulled on the conservative blouse he had brought me 
and tucked it in. I buttoned up the skirt and stood 
shaking in fear. I looked up to see if he was satisfied 
and as he closed the trunk I asked, "Please sir, what's 
in this building. What's going to happen to me here?"

He smiled and replied, "You are going to finish paying 
me back for all the nice clothes I bought you. If don't 
want to be beaten half to death tonight then I suggest 
that do everything you are told in there. Like I said, 
how badly you get beaten tonight is all up to you."

He turned and headed for the door and I followed behind 
him. He opened the door and went in and when I stepped 
in after him I found myself in a comfortable looking 
reception room. A pretty young blonde behind the desk 
greeted Kevin by name and then gave me a look that let 
me know she thought that I was the sort of thing a 
decent person might have to scrape off of the bottom of 
their shoes after walking through a pasture.

The girl picked up her phone, punched a button and 
said, "Mr. Baird, Mr. Gadsen is here with...Mr. Gadsen 
is here."

She hung up the phone and smiled at Kevin and said, 
"You can go right in sir."

Kevin went through a door and I followed him down a 
short hall past several offices to Mr. Baird's office. 
When we entered Mr. Baird stood up and shook hands with 
Kevin. Then he came around his desk and stood in front 
of me.

He looked me up and down and then walked around me. 
When he was back in front of me he said, "She stinks. 
But she looks as good as her pictures Kevin. She isn't 
marked up is she?"

Kevin looked thoughtful and said, "A couple of light 
bruises on her tits. Nothing that a little makeup won't 
be able to take care of."

Mr. Baird looked annoyed. He said to me, "Show me your 
tits honey."

I unbuttoned my blouse quickly. I released the front 
closure on my bra and held my blouse and bra open so 
that my breasts were fully displayed. He bent forward 
and examined them, even lifting them so that he could 
look at the underside. He payed close attention to one 
of the bruises and then stood up and said to Kevin, 
"We'll see how she comes out of makeup. We may have to 
postpone this for a few days."

Kevin said, "If you want to postpone it you will have 
to put it off for more than a couple of days. I'm going 
to beat the hell out of her tonight. She'll think long 
and hard before she freaks out on me again."

Mr. Baird got a funny look on his face. He went around 
to his seat and picked up his phone and pushed some 
buttons. He said, "Darling, would you come in here 
please. I need you to take this...this woman down to 
makeup."

He hung up the phone and while we were waiting he laid 
three forms out on his desk and called me over and 
ordered me to sign each of them. I had no idea what 
they were.

Seconds later the blonde who had been out front came 
in. Mr. Baird said to her, "See that they pay special 
attention to those bruises on her tits. I need to know 
if we can use her today. Tell them to call me."

I started to button my blouse but in a voice dripping 
with disdain the blonde said, "Don't bother. Come with 
me."

I still wasn't certain what it was that they did here 
but I was tempted to tell that young bitch off. Imagine 
her working in a place like this and looking down on 
me! But I was fully aware of what was happening to me 
when I got home. I wasn't going to say anything to 
anyone about anything.

As I walked towards the door I heard Mr. Baird say, 
"About this beating..."

That was all I heard but I couldn't help wondering if 
he could talk Kevin out of it. I had no reason to 
believe that was his intent. I was just clinging to any 
hope at all I suppose.

I held my blouse closed as I followed the blonde down 
the hallway and then down another short corridor before 
she opened a door and I was in a makeup room. There 
were two beauty shop chairs in the room and a man and 
woman were sitting in them talking.

They got up when the blonde entered and they greeted 
each other. No one spoke to me. The blonde said, "Mr. 
Baird wants you to give her the works. She has some 
bruises on her tits. See if you can do anything with 
them and let him know. He needs to know if he is going 
to have to postpone the shoot. So I guess you should 
start there."

The woman turned to look at me and asked, "Have you 
ever done this before?"

I didn't know how to answer. "Done what?" I asked. "I 
don't know why I'm here."

All three of them laughed at me. The blonde said, "This 
is going to be interesting. See you guys later."

She left and the makeup woman said, "Get out of those 
clothes."

I took off my blouse and bra and put them on a chair. 
They were both watching me but it seemed to be more to 
appraise me for the work they needed to do than the 
leering looks I was getting used to in the last few 
days.

I removed my skirt and blouse and then for the first 
time in a very long time I took my shoes off. I can't 
describe how much of a relief it was to get out of 
those instruments of torture.

They both came over to where I stood and looked me 
over. They seemed satisfied with my body in general and 
they began to concentrate on the bruises on my tits. 
They ran their hands over them and lifted and separated 
until they had seen everything there was to see.

The man grinned and asked, "Rough night last night 
sugar?"

I was on the verge of telling him off. Instead I 
replied, "Yes sir. Getting gang raped is very tiring."

I was gratified that they actually seemed uncomfortable 
for a second.

The woman sniffed and said, "You really stink honey." 
She pointed at a door in the far wall and said, 
"There's a shower in there. Go clean up and wash your 
hair. Make it quick though. There are a lot of people 
waiting around."

I took a quick shower and washed my hair. I dried off 
and hurried back into the makeup room. I don't know why 
I was hurrying. I wasn't anxious t find out why I was 
here. I guess that I was just getting used to doing 
what I was told.

I was directed to one of the chairs and they began 
working to cover up the bruises on my tits. They had 
faded slightly since I first saw them early this 
morning. I guess they weren't as bad as they could have 
been. There were a few feint scratches too. Both of 
them began working on me with powders and creams and in 
just a few minutes the marks on my tits were all 
invisible.

The woman went to a phone and used the intercom to tell 
Mr. Baird that the bruises covered up well and I would 
be ready in about half an hour.

They proceeded to cover the rest of my body with creams 
and powders. They checked everywhere that hair grew but 
were satisfied that I didn't need a shave. The man 
worked on my hair while the woman finished my front and 
then they stood me up and worked together to put makeup 
on my back.

When they were finished the woman notified Mr. Baird on 
the intercom. They sat back in their chairs and we 
waited for someone to come and get me. In the 
uncomfortable silence that ensued I finally asked them, 
"What is going to happen to me here?"

They both laughed and the woman answered, "Apparently 
not much that hasn't already happened to you. I'm 
guessing that there isn't a lot that hasn't already 
happened to you."

They both got a chuckle out of that. I saw that I 
wasn't getting anywhere with them. They thought that I 
was some kind of slut and beneath their dignity. Fuck 
them, fuck them both!

I heard footsteps approaching and Mr. Baird came in. He 
looked me all over, paying special attention to my 
tits. When he was satisfied he said, "Okay, get 
dressed. Hurry it up."

While I was dressing he said to the couple who had done 
my makeup, "Good job. There isn't anything else 
scheduled for today. You can knock off now. If you want 
to come in and watch the show I'm thinking it's going 
to get pretty amusing."

I followed Mr. Baird back out and through another door 
into a huge room with a dozen people and camera 
equipment everywhere. The large room was divided into 
smaller sets and people were moving around doing god 
knows what.

There was one man who seemed to be in charge. He was 
running around yelling at everyone to do this and do 
that and go here or go there. It was all very hectic. 
It was also very intimidating.

I was standing several feet inside the door, watching 
all the incomprehensible activity and waiting for 
someone to tell me what to do. I nearly jumped out of 
my skin when I head Kevin behind me. He said, "You see 
that guy doing all the yelling?"

I nodded.

Kevin said, "I told that man that you would do every 
single thing that he told you to do, him and every 
other person on this set. I'm going to warn you right 
now, you are going to hate it. But if you screw this up 
I'm going to beat you to within an inch of your fucking 
life. Do you understand me?"

I was so scared now that I could hardly breathe. I had 
no idea what was going to happen to me but I believed 
Kevin. I was sure that I would hate it, whatever it 
was. It didn't matter though. I nodded my head and 
replied, "Yes sir. I understand you."

I heard his evil chuckle and he quietly said, "Somehow 
I still don't believe you. I guess we'll see."

A few minutes later the room got quiet. All the hectic 
preparations were complete. The man who had been doing 
all of the yelling looked around and spotted me. He 
waved me over to where he was standing. I was so scared 
I could hardly walk but I managed to make it over to 
where he stood. He looked me over and nodded and then 
said, "I understand that you have no idea what is going 
to happen to you here today. Is that true?"

I nodded. I was too scared to talk.

He grinned and said, "And you have never done this 
before?"

I nodded again.

He chuckled and said, "Shit, this is going to be 
interesting."

He looked behind him and pointed out a strange looking 
woman wearing an even stranger outfit. He told me that 
for the next two hours I would be doing everything that 
woman said.

The woman's costume consisted entirely of leather 
straps but it didn't cover any of the areas that were 
normally covered by clothing. It merely outlined her 
breasts and her pubic area. There was a large studded 
belt around her waist and leather studded cuffs and a 
wide thick leather collar. She was an attractive blonde 
in very good shape. She was the most muscular woman 
that I think that I have ever seen. She looked to be in 
her mid forties at least. She had a dour look on her 
face and the total effect was very intimidating.

He asked, "Do you have any questions?"

I thought, "Your damned right I have questions! I have 
a lot of questions!" But I just shook my head and he 
shoved me over towards her and said, "Go over and 
introduce yourself."

I walked over to the woman in the leather harness and 
said, "Hello. I'm Karen. I was told to introduce myself 
to you."

She glowered at me and looked me up and down like just 
about every man I met lately did. She grinned slightly 
and then she said, "They still haven't told you why 
you're here, have they?"

It was starting to annoy me that everyone asked me that 
but no one would tell me why I was here. But of course 
I knew better than to piss her off. I just said, "No 
ma'am. No one will tell me what is going to happen to 
me here."

She was a tall woman. She must be nearly six feet tall. 
She had great muscle definition. She looked like an 
Amazon. She looked down at me and after a long pause 
she said, "You and me are going to make a movie. But 
then, I suppose you've figured that part out already."

I nodded. I figured it was going to be a movie by the 
makeup and the cameras and the sets. So now it looked 
like I was going to be making a sex movie with an 
Amazonian female. I wasn't looking forward to it. I 
still wasn't that fond of sex with another female. But 
at least it wasn't with my daughter this time. I didn't 
understand why everyone thought that I was going to get 
weird about that. After last night I think I could 
handle having sex with just one woman.

She laughed and said, "I can read your fucking mind. 
You dumb cunt. It won't be just you and me. I don't 
want your skuzzy mouth anywhere near me. I'm just going 
to be in charge. You are going to do everything I tell 
you. You are going to hate it. But you are going to do 
it. Because if you don't I am going to hurt you more 
than you have ever been hurt before. And to be honest, 
I hope you fight me. I hate it when I get some fresh 
cunt and she gives in too easy. It takes all the fun 
out of it."

Oh well, I didn't want to be friends with her anyway. I 
stepped away from her and went back to looking around. 
I realized that everyone was watching us. Suddenly I 
was very self-conscious.

I tried to take a few deep breaths and force myself to 
calm down. I had just about managed when the Amazon 
took my arm and said, "Let's go. It's time to get 
started. From now on if you call me anything it had 
best be mistress. Is that understood?"

She was scary woman and I had no intention of pissing 
her off. I was tired and sore from last night and I 
just wanted to get this over with and go home. I 
responded, "Yes mistress."

She guided me to the set that the people and the 
cameras and lights all seemed to be focused on. As we 
walked she asked me, "Do you know what a cattle prod 
it?"

I had never seen one but I knew what they were, what 
they were used for. I started to nod but then I figured 
it would be more appropriate to say, "Yes mistress."

She said, "Good. That should make things a little 
easier."

I didn't like the sound of that.

We entered the set. I looked around and it didn't do 
anything to relieve my rapidly growing distress to see 
that I was in a fake dungeon. As soon as we were on the 
set the guy who had been doing all of the yelling 
earlier, the director I assume, yelled, "Ready on the 
set?"

I glanced around and waited for someone to tell me what 
to do. I still had no idea what this was all about.

The director yelled, "Action!"

The Amazon let my arm go and walked around me. I was 
turned so that the camera was to my right front. It had 
a clear view when she reached up and grabbed the lapels 
of my blouse and with one violent motion she tore it 
all the way down the front sending buttons flying 
everywhere.

It was so violent and so unexpected that I screamed.

She smiled and in a sympathetic voice asked, "What's 
the matter pet? Did I scare you?"

I was scared! I was terrified. I was also aware of the 
large microphone on a boom just over our heads and the 
cameras that were recording what we did and more than a 
dozen people staring at us.

Suddenly her hand came up and she slapped my face. I 
screamed again but she put her face in mine and said, 
"I asked you a question pet! Are you scared?"

I answered quickly, "Yes mistress. I am scared!"

She smiled and said, "Good. You have every reason to 
be."

She moved behind me and jerked my blouse off. Once more 
her actions were violent and the blouse was nearly in 
tatters by the time she had it off.

She turned me slightly so that I faced the camera and 
said, "Tell me your name."

Before I could answer she reached out and gripped the 
waist of my skirt and tore it apart in the back where 
the button and the zipper held it together. It tore 
half way down the back and then she let it drop to the 
floor at my feet.

Before I could form a thought she delivered a vicious 
punch to my lower back. I screamed again and wheeled 
around. She saw the look of pain and horror on my face 
and she seemed to feed on it like a vampire feeding on 
human blood.

She reached out and slapped my face again. The blow 
came out of nowhere and I screamed and turned away from 
her once more. I was facing the cameras again and she 
grabbed my bra strap in the back and twisted it and 
held me in place and said, "I asked you your name, 
bitch!"

I cried out, "Karen! My name is Karen mistress!"

She maintained her hold on my bra strap and I felt 
another explosion of pain on my lower back.

I cried out and pleaded, "Please mistress. That hurts! 
I can't take it. I told you my name!"

I could hear the pleasure in her voice when she 
responded, "You told me half of your name you dumb 
cunt. What is your name?"

I shuddered at the thought of all the perverts that 
would watch this movie and know my name. But this woman 
was as scary as Kevin!

I quickly responded, "Karen Black mistress. My name is 
Karen Black!"

She unfastened my bra and tore it off roughly. She 
walked around me again and looked at my tits. She 
smiled and said, "Not bad. I could have a lot of fun 
with those."

She looked me in the eye then and said, "You won't like 
it if I have a lot of fun with those. So I highly 
recommend that from now on you answer promptly and 
completely."

She moved around behind me again, leaving me facing the 
cameras in my panties and high heels. When she was 
behind me she reached around and gripped my left nipple 
between her thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze. 
I felt her arm muscle bulging against my arm as she 
applied more and more pressure until I screamed in pain 
and reached up to try and pull her hand away.

She screamed right in my ear, "DO NOT LIFT YOUR ARMS TO 
ME CUNT!! Put your arms down, now!"

I was sobbing loudly. The pain was unbelievable but she 
terrified me and I forced myself to lower my arms.

She gradually eased her grip and when I had stopped 
panting in pain she asked me, "What is your address 
Karen Black?"

I felt growing panic in the pit of my stomach, but 
there was no question that I was going to do anything 
but answer promptly and completely. I would have to 
sell my house and move now. But I immediately recited 
my complete address.

I saw the crew smiling as they watched. They were all 
enjoying my torment. I guess people like them and like 
Kevin must gravitate towards each other.

She ordered me to turn around and take a step back. I 
complied immediately and she ordered me to bend over at 
the waist and keep my legs straight.

I obeyed of course. I was determined that I was going 
to do anything this fucking bitch ordered me to do.

She kept me bent over for a long moment before she 
ordered me to slide my underwear down.

The point of this was obvious. My ass was facing right 
towards the main cameras. At this point that didn't 
matter. I reached for my waistband and slid my panties 
down and let them fall to my feet.

I waited for permission to stand but before that order 
came she said, "Reach back there and spread those 
cheeks nice and wide. Air out that nasty ass for me."

I put all those people that were standing around behind 
me out of my mind. The only person that mattered now 
was the woman who was causing me all of this pain.

I reached back and spread my ass cheeks as far apart as 
I could and held them that way while she walked around 
and inspected me.

She walked all the way around me before she ordered me 
to stand up and face the cameras again.

When I had complied she asked, "How long have you been 
sucking cocks Karen Black?"

I quickly responded, "Three days mistress."

She asked, "Do you enjoy it Karen Black?"

I wasn't sure if I was supposed to answer honestly or 
not but I think they wanted to hear the truth. I 
replied, "No mistress. I do not enjoy sucking cocks."

I felt her hand gliding over my right ass cheek and she 
said, "Good. That's was the answer that I was hoping 
for. But you are pretty good at it already aren't you 
Karen? You can take huge cocks down your throat can't 
you?"

I said, "Yes mistress. I have had many large cocks in 
my throat in the last three days."

She moved right up against my back. I felt her nipples 
pressing into me. She leaned forward and licked my neck 
and then she quietly asked, "Have you ever sucked a 
dog's cock Karen Black?"

I shuddered in revulsion and exclaimed, "No mistress!"

I started to add that I would never do that. But 
suddenly I had a horrible feeling in the pit of my 
stomach. Was that the secret that everyone was keeping 
from me? Was she going to make me suck a dog's cock, on 
film?!"

She kissed my neck where she had just licked me. She 
said, "I can taste your fear Karen Black. You have 
finally figured out why you are here today, haven't 
you?"

My voice broke when I tried to say, "Yes mistress."

Under my breath I whispered, "Oh god no. Please don't 
do this to me. I'll get sick. I know I will."

She licked my neck again and said, "I love the taste of 
fear." She paused and asked, "Have you ever had anyone 
stick a cattle prod in your cunt and shock you Karen 
Black?"

I suddenly felt faint. My legs started to go out from 
under me and I thought, "Oh good! I'm going to be 
unconscious!"

No such luck. Her hand reached around and before I 
could lose consciousness her finger and thumb had that 
death grip on my nipple again and I was screaming in 
pain. I started to lift my arms to defend myself but at 
the last moment I remembered and let them fall to my 
side.

I screamed again and she slowly released her grip. I 
was panting again and she gave me a minute to recover 
before she said, "I asked you a question Karen Black."

At first I couldn't remember the question. It was 
something about a dog but I couldn't remember what. 
Then, just as she started to tighten her grip again I 
remembered.

"No mistress! I have never had a cattle prod in my 
cunt!"

She laughed and said, "I think that you probably will 
today. I am going to order you to do some very nasty 
things. They will sicken you. They are nastier than 
anything you have ever done in your life. They are 
worse than the gang rape you were subjected to last 
night for six hours. The things that I am going to 
order you to do are the kinds of things that a decent 
woman would absolutely refuse to do no matter the 
consequences. But you will do them. You probably will 
refuse at first. But I will then place the end of a 
cattle prod in your cunt and have you dancing on the 
end of it until at last you give in. You will leave 
this building, if indeed you leave this building, with 
your pride in shreds. From this day forward there is 
nothing that you will not do if asked. I am going to 
break you Karen Black."

I heard the confidence in her voice and I didn't doubt 
for a second that she was telling the truth. She had 
done this before and she enjoyed it.

She kissed my shoulder and said, "Before we start I 
have a couple more questions Karen Black. How old are 
you?"

"I'm thirty-two mistress."

"Are you married?" she asked.

I replied, "I am separated mistress."

She said, "I have one last question Karen Black. Tell 
me about your child."

I wasn't sure what she wanted me to say. I answered, "I 
have a fifteen year old daughter mistress."

She chuckled and said, "I'll bet she's a good 
cocksucker too, isn't she Karen Black?"

I thought, "That's two questions." But what I said was, 
"Yes mistress. My daughter is a good cocksucker."

"What is your daughter's name Karen Black?"

I'm embarrassed about it now but at that moment 
protecting my daughter was the furthest thing from my 
mind. I answered, "My daughter's name is Lori Black 
mistress."

The Amazon smiled and asked, "Where does your fifteen 
year old slut daughter go to school Karen Black?"

I instantly answered, "She goes to Benedict Arnold High 
School mistress."

The Amazon said, "That's enough foreplay. Are you ready 
to meet your co-star?"

The answer to that was a definite no. But I nodded that 
I was.

She said, "That's one. Are you ready to meet your co-
star Karen Black?"

One what?! What the hell did I do wrong now? I guess 
she doesn't want me to nod? I said, "Yes mistress. I am 
ready to meet my co-star."

She took a step back and said, "Get down on your 
knees."

As I sank to my knees she said, "Now you are not Karen 
Black anymore. Now you are bitch."

She walked away and picked something up off of a table. 
She came back over to where I was waiting on my knees 
and moved around in front of me. She was holding a 
long, thin, metallic wand-like object with a brightly 
colored plastic handle. I had never seen one before but 
I knew what it was.

She reached out and slowly moved it over my face, down 
my neck and over my tits. She teased my nipples with it 
for a few seconds. Then she pulled it away and held it 
near my ear. She pressed the button and I heard an 
electrical noise right by my ear. My hair stood on end 
and I vowed that I would do every disgusting thing she 
ordered to avoid having that thing go off in my pussy.

She stood over me and said, "I am going to bring in Rex 
now. Rex is a very affectionate lover. He loves to kiss 
his bitches. When Rex kisses you I want you to kiss him 
back. I want to see lots of tongue action. If you hurt 
his feelings I'm going to teach you how to dance."

She walked across the room and opened a door. I didn't 
want to watch. I didn't want to see. But I couldn't 
help it. I saw a man standing on the other side of the 
door with a dog on a leash.

She took the leash from him and led the dog over and 
forced him to sit in front of me. He must be well 
trained. He seemed to know what this was all about. I 
wondered how many movies Rex had starred in. He was 
obviously excited but he had been ordered to stay and 
he did.

The Amazon moved back behind me and I had a brief 
moment to look at Rex. He was a very large German 
Shepherd. I could see his cock already twitching in its 
hairy sheath. There was just a hint of pink at the 
opening.

I couldn't even remember the last time I had eaten 
anything but cum. Still I felt like I was about to 
vomit. I was distracted though when the Amazon touched 
her cattle prod to my back and ran it down over my ass.

She said, "Before we start I am going to give you 
another minute to think about this cattle prod in your 
cunt. It will be the most painful thing that you ever 
experience in your life. It is worse than childbirth. 
And when I am done you will end up obeying me anyway. 
Trust me. I know. I have been through this so many 
times."

I believed her. I also believed that she was hoping 
that she would get to do it to me.

The minute passed and she prodded me forward with her 
beloved cattle prod. When I was less than a foot from 
Rex the Amazon said, "Bitch, this is Rex. Rex, this is 
your new bitch. Isn't she pretty Rex?"

Rex barked and wagged his tail but still he stayed and 
remained under her control.

I could smell his dog breath and see his tongue lolling 
out of his mouth. There was a steady stream of drool 
rolling off of his tongue. I was feeling sicker by the 
second.

My tormentor said, "Are you ready to get better 
acquainted bitch?"

I tried to respond but my voice broke. I cleared my 
throat and tried again. "Yes mistress."

I could hear the smile in her voice when she said, 
"Rex, kiss your new bitch."

Rex barked and leaned forward and began to lap my face 
eagerly. I stuck my tongue out reluctantly and began to 
lick him back. Our tongues dueled and suddenly his 
large, wet tongue slid right into my mouth. It was in 
and out before I could even react. But then it happened 
again.

I tried to keep my mouth closed tightly and just lick 
his tongue with my own but that Nazi bitch ordered me 
to turn my head to the side and open my mouth and put 
my heart and soul into it.

I felt the tears start again. I ignored them and leaned 
my head over and began trying to kiss him as if he were 
a human with a big nose. My mouth filled with his 
saliva over and over and I had to keep swallowing. I 
couldn't detect any recognizable taste. That didn't 
matter though. It wasn't the taste that was so 
disgusting. It was the idea of what I was doing. And 
the idea of what I was about to do.

I started gagging and I was sure that I was about to 
lose it. I felt the cold metal wand sliding down 
between the cheeks of my ass and begin to angle around 
toward my pussy and I froze. My new mistress said, "Are 
you having a problem their bitch? Do you need a dancing 
lesson?"

I forced myself to calm down and gradually I got my 
gagging under control. She eased up with the cattle 
prod and I tried to concentrate on kissing Rex.

I noticed two men coming in close with large hand held 
cameras and getting close-ups of me and Rex. They 
started to back away after a few minutes but the Amazon 
said, "Okay bitch. Reach your hand down there and start 
getting better acquainted with your new boyfriend. Show 
him how much you want to please him."

I reached my hand down and wrapped my fingers around 
his throbbing cock. The camera men had stayed in for a 
close-up of that. I shuddered in disgust as I felt the 
dog's cock in my hand. Almost as soon as I touched him 
I felt a warm liquid spray out of his cock and onto my 
underarm just above my wrist.

I jerked my hand away instinctively but I immediately 
put it back in place. I was too afraid not to. Rex's 
cock continued to jerk in my hand and with each jerk of 
his cock there was another small stream of that warm 
liquid on my arm.

Rex was whining and getting very agitated now. The 
Amazon said, "I think Rex loves you bitch. He wants 
you. He has the hots for you. But you don't want to 
have his puppies and after all, it is only your first 
date. So I think the best thing to do is give him some 
head."

She moved around behind the dog and grabbed his collar. 
She ordered him down in a sharp voice and he instantly 
dropped down on his belly. I pulled my hand away as he 
dropped to the floor.

The Amazon ordered Rex to roll over and stopped him 
when he was on his back. His large pink cock was 
sticking out of the sheath about six inches now and 
throbbing constantly. I stared at it in disgust but 
when the Nazi bitch ordered me to bend down and start 
sucking she had that cattle prod wedged between my ass 
cheeks and I obeyed instantly.

I wrapped my lips around Rex's nasty cock and got my 
first mouthful of that thin, colorless, almost 
tasteless fluid. Well, not a mouthful exactly, just a 
small squirt on my tongue. I managed to swallow and 
keep sucking as the Amazon leaned over me and said, 
"Don't worry bitch. He isn't cumming yet. That's just 
lubricant, just like all the men that you have been 
sucking off lately."

I saw the cameras coming in close and my tormentor 
said, "Open your mouth. Let the cameras see that stuff 
shooting in and coating your tongue."

I rested my head on the dog's stomach and opened my 
mouth. I was still using my hand around the base of his 
cock and it was growing rapidly, but all the time it 
was shooting out that fine spray of lubricant.

One of the cameramen came in for a close-up of the 
dog's cock spraying the inside of my mouth and me 
swallowing. As I licked at the tip of the dog's cock it 
continued to grow to an amazing size. It was nearly 
seven inches long now and still growing and it was 
fatter than a lot of the human cocks I had been 
attacked with lately!

The Amazon said, "Okay bitch, show us what a good 
cocksucker you have become in the last three days. Make 
your new boyfriend happy."

I wrapped my lips around the tip of the dog's cock and 
started sliding them down to the hairy sheath. As his 
cock entered my throat the dog quivered and whined in 
excitement. I moved my lips down to the sheath where a 
bulge was beginning to form. I thought something was 
wrong with him at first but then I remembered that 
dog's would get hung up when they mated because the 
male had a knot in the base of its dick that expanded 
and allowed him to fill the female with his sperm. I 
don't even remember how I came to know that. His knot 
was growing quickly and his cock had grown until it was 
even fatter than Kevin's!

The amount of liquid spraying into my mouth increased 
dramatically but it was still coming in quick short 
spurts. Now it was no longer almost tasteless. I could 
detect a definite and very unpleasant taste.

The Amazon said, "He's cumming now bitch. He is 
shooting his cum in your mouth. Don't spill any, but 
pull back and let us see it going into your mouth."

I pulled back so that only the head of his cock was in 
my mouth and I carefully opened my mouth so that the 
close-up camera could get a nice long shot of my mouth 
filling up with dog cum. I had to swallow several times 
before the cameraman moved back and I was ordered to 
start sucking Rex again.

I was amazed at how long his orgasm lasted. It went on 
and on for ten or fifteen minutes. Time does not fly 
when you are being raped by an animal. Every few 
minutes I was ordered to open my mouth in order to show 
the camera that the dog was still shooting his cum into 
my mouth and throat.

Those close-up camera shots inevitably led to a few 
stray streams of dog cum being shot out onto my face. 
By the time the dog had finally finished cumming my 
face was covered in dog cum and it was coating the hair 
on one side of my head.

The Amazon could tell when the dog was finished and she 
ordered me to sit up. I sat up on my heels and she let 
the dog roll over and she quickly led him back to the 
door he had come through a half an hour ago.

She handed the dog back through the door and the man 
handed her another leash. She quickly returned with 
another huge dog.

I watched the exchange and thought, "SHIT! I thought it 
was over!"

I watched her struggling with the large Great Dane who 
knew exactly what was going on. He could undoubtedly 
smell the first dog's cum on me and I glanced down to 
see that his enormous cock was already half out of its 
sheath and beginning to throb.

I was looking at the Amazon bitch when she saw the look 
of consternation on my face. She smiled like a kid at 
Christmas as she took her pleasure in my pain.

With a great deal of difficulty she finally managed to 
get the huge beast to sit in front of me. He was very 
excited and not paying that much attention to the 
Amazon. When he finally stopped wiggling around the 
Amazon said, "Go ahead bitch. You know the drill. Give 
Hector a nice big kiss and check out the equipment."

I leaned forward and the tongue duel began again. It 
was much worse this time. He was more excited and his 
tongue seemed like it was twice as large as Rex's 
tongue had been. Hector was obviously reacting to the 
dog cum on my face and hair and that made him even more 
excitable. He lapped my face clean but then he seemed 
to want to concentrate on my mouth. He gave me the 
impression that he was trying to drive that huge tongue 
right down my throat!

I quickly noticed another difference between Rex and 
Hector. Hector was hung like a fucking horse! Well, not 
quite. But his cock was huge! I mean it. I felt it 
throbbing against the underside of my arm and I looked 
down to see a very fat cock that was longer and thicker 
than Kevin's. It must have been at least ten inches 
long. I had no idea that a dog would have such a large 
cock!

The Amazon said, "Okay bitch. I see you are impressed. 
Let's see you put that down your fucking throat."

She didn't order Hector to lie down. I had to bend down 
under him and take his cock into my mouth. It was just 
starting to discharge that lubricant from the end of 
his cock but not the fine spray that had come from Rex. 
There was so much of it that it looked like he was 
peeing!

They got some close-ups of his spray entering my mouth 
before I started sucking his cock. Then there were more 
close-ups as I struggled to take that huge cock into my 
throat. I had finally managed to swallow it when the 
Amazon said, "Don't make him cum bitch. Hector wants 
puppies. He wants to fuck you. He doesn't know he can't 
get you pregnant though. So don't say anything. He 
thinks you're his new bitch and he can settle down with 
you and raise a family. Don't break his heart."

I was sucking his cock just like I would for a man and 
the Amazon was watching closely. When she saw the knot 
start to grow she said, "Okay bitch, time to give 
yourself to your new boyfriend. Turn around and lift 
your ass up so Hector can check out his new pussy."

I seemed to be running on cruise control now. I wasn't 
even thinking about what I was doing. I just listened 
for my next order and I obeyed it, no matter how 
obscene it was.

I let the dog's cock slip from my mouth and turned 
around. I felt his tongue between my legs as soon as I 
turned but I was more focused on gasping for breath for 
the first thirty seconds or so. Taking that large dog 
cock down my throat had been nearly impossible. Had it 
not been for the cattle prod resting against the cheek 
of my ass I don't think that I could have done it. I 
guess the right incentive can make just about anything 
possible.

It felt like Hector's tongue was as long as his cock as 
it slid between my thighs and covered my entire crotch. 
Several times it snaked up into the crack of my ass and 
that made me nervous. But he concentrated on my pussy. 
Not that I felt a lot better about that.

He was up on all fours now and prancing around. He was 
whining anxiously and finally he got the command that 
he was waiting for. The Amazon called out, "Okay boy, 
fuck the bitch!"

In a second the dog was standing over my back with his 
forelegs clamping down on my side. I felt the spray 
from his cock hitting my ass and running down my 
thighs. He had begun his humping motion before his cock 
was anywhere near me and as he inched up the head of 
his cock began battering me. It was very painful. He 
was stabbing blindly and I found that I wanted him to 
put it in me just so that the pain would stop.

Finally I reached down and struggled with him as I 
guided the tip of his cock to the entrance to my pussy. 
As soon as he felt his cock penetrate me he lunged and 
began pistoning in and out of me like nothing I could 
have imagined. I had my eyes closed until he drove that 
ten inch cock into me with more violence than anything 
that I had ever experienced. Suddenly my eyes shot open 
and there, right in my face, was a camera capturing my 
horror and my humiliation for the audience.

The tears were streaming down my face. They were tears 
of humiliation and tears of pain. I have no doubt that 
they were just what the audience wanted to see.

Hector kept pounding into me like an out of control 
machine and I felt that knot growing in the base of his 
cock with each brutal stroke. As it grew I felt it 
forcing its way into my pussy, spreading me open 
painfully with each violent stroke. It was getting 
bigger with each thrust and each time it stretched me 
open and penetrated me it hurt more. It was beginning 
to feel like it was the size of a tennis ball when he 
suddenly stopped thrusting and left the knot buried in 
me. I felt his cock throbbing and I realized that he 
was squirting his dog cum into me with every throb of 
that huge cock.

He rested his head on my head and shoulder and his 
tongue lolled out of his mouth right beside my face. 
The camera was there to capture my horror and the 
Amazon was there to enjoy it. At first I didn't feel 
the cum that was filling my insides. But as the volume 
grew I felt myself swelling. Not painfully, but I was 
aware that a large volume of very warm liquid was 
filling my insides.

That wasn't enough humiliation for the Amazon though. 
She squatted down beside me and said, "Don't you think 
you should show your new lover how much you appreciate 
him bitch? Poor Hector is doing all the work. Show him 
how much you love him. Take that tongue into your mouth 
and suck on it like you sucked on his cock earlier. You 
don't want him to think you are a cold, frigid bitch do 
you? Look where that got you with your husband! Go on 
bitch. Suck that big tongue right down."

I groaned and hung my head for a second. Then I felt 
that cattle prod moving over my left tit and my head 
shot up. I opened my mouth and took Hector's drooling 
tongue into my mouth like a long, limp dick. I sucked 
on it gently as the cameras circled around me getting 
my degradation from every angle.

As my pussy filled with dog cum and I sucked on that 
gross tongue the Amazon whispered, "Just think how much 
the guys at work are going to enjoy this movie when 
it's finished bitch. They'll never look at you the same 
way again. For the rest of your life one thing will 
always be true. You suck dog cocks and you let a dog 
fuck you. That is something you will have in the back 
of your mind for the rest of your fucking life. Every 
time you see a dog you will think about what you did 
here today. And not just today. I hear that they are 
going to bring you back often if this movie does as 
well as they think it will. Maybe next time I'll bring 
a pony for you. Do you like ponies bitch?"

I hadn't realized it at first, but Hector's cock had 
finally stopped throbbing inside of me. He was resting 
over me now and waiting for his knot to go down so that 
he could pull free. After several minutes he started 
trying to pull free. It hurt like hell but he didn't 
care. He made several abortive attempts to pull free 
and then he pulled out with one quick jerk. I screamed 
in pain when that huge knot escaped from my widely 
stretched pussy.

As soon as he pulled free the Amazon gripped his collar 
and held him firmly in place and said, "Okay bitch, as 
soon as you suck his cock clean you are finished."

I tried to focus on those last three words. It was 
almost over! I turned to get into position and leaned 
down under Hector. I took his still huge cock into my 
mouth. It was still dripping dog cum but I didn't care. 
I just wanted this horrible experience to be over. I 
sucked and swallowed until Hector pulled away and the 
Amazon led him to the door and handed his leash back to 
the man on the other side.

She came back over to me and patted my head. She smiled 
and said, "You are a good bitch. I must admit I am very 
disappointed that I didn't get to use the cattle prod 
on your ass. Most women aren't as easy as you. But 
don't worry, there will be other chances. One of these 
days you will get the chance to dance on the end of my 
cattle prod."

She patted my head again, just as if I was a bitch dog. 
Then she went out through the door that her dogs had 
passed through. I collapsed into a ball and cried like 
a baby. I was aware of the men moving around me and 
capturing my desperate tears and that seemed to make 
everything even worse. My anguish was just 
entertainment for them!

They filmed me crying on the floor for a couple of 
minutes before the director yelled, "Cut! We got it! 
That was a definite keeper. The perverts are going to 
love it. Somebody get the bitch cleaned up."

Two men came over to where I was lying in the fetal 
position, half out of my mind and more than ready to 
give up the other half. I knew that I couldn't take 
much more of this constant abuse. But then, that was 
the point wasn't it? They enjoyed abusing me, but their 
goal was to break me. They were succeeding.

The two large men lifted me to my feet and said, "Come 
on bitch. A nice hot shower will make it all better."

Yeah right. I was fine. Just a little dirty. Stupid old 
man! I'm losing my mind here!!

The two men half dragged me to a small bathroom in the 
corner. One of the men pointed out a box of premeasured 
douches and suggested that under the circumstances two 
of them might be appropriate. I sat on the toilet and 
they watched me as I inserted the first nozzle and 
squirted it up inside of me. I released the liquid into 
the toilet and repeated the process.

After I wiped myself they placed me in a shower stall 
and stood and watched while I took a long, hot shower. 
I hated to admit it but as I came clean I did start to 
feel better. I had to keep blocking out what I had just 
done, or had done to me. And I had to erase from my 
mind what the Amazon had said about coming back here 
and doing this again. But as the dog cum was washed 
away I kept filling my mouth with clean water and 
spitting it out until I couldn't taste it anymore. It 
wasn't "all better", but I was feeling more human.

I just prayed that it was over. I was exhausted and I 
needed to lie down and sleep. I needed to not be raped 
and abused for a few hours. My mind was becoming very 
brittle. I could feel it and it scared me.

I dried off and walking under my own power now I 
followed the men back out to the studio. They led me 
back to the set where I had just been raped by two 
large dogs. I was so embarrassed by what had just been 
done to me that I kept my eyes down. I was almost 
certain that my ordeal was over now, at least for 
today.

I nearly collapsed when I looked up and saw Kevin 
standing in front of me with his shirt off. His large, 
muscular body was gleaming and I realized that someone 
had spread lotion or some kind of oil over him and I 
also realized that my ordeal was not yet over.

Kevin smiled at the despair he saw on my face. I became 
aware that they were already filming again. The set had 
gotten quiet and the camera men were all at work. The 
boom was suspended over our heads. I shook my head and 
pleaded, "Please sir. I can't take anymore. I'll lose 
my mind if I don't get some rest. I promise I'll do 
anything you want for the rest of my life if you just 
let me go home and get some sleep."

In a very reasonable, calm and quiet voice he said, 
"But that isn't how you break a cunt. It's for your own 
good bitch. After today you will be a nice happy slut, 
just like your little girl. I broke her and I'll break 
you. After today your ass will be mine. But first you 
have to be broken. You are a lot easier to break than 
Lori. She took me nearly two weeks to break. You will 
be broken by the time we leave here this afternoon. 
Just four days! That may be a record. I don't think 
that I've ever broken an uptight bitch like you in just 
four days before."

My shoulders slumped and the tears started again. I 
almost fell to the floor. But I struggled to stay on my 
feet as Kevin asked, "Do you know what was missing from 
your first beating cunt?"

I sobbed, "No sir."

He reached out and traced my face with his finger tips. 
He captured some of my tears and pushed his finger into 
my mouth. I automatically started sucking on it like a 
small cock.

While I sucked on his finger he said, "What was missing 
was your screams. I didn't want the neighbors calling 
the police so we had to stuff your little girl's dirty 
panties in your mouth to gag you. I hated not being 
able to hear your screams. That won't be a problem here 
though. In here you can scream as loud as you want. And 
we will be able to relive the excitement over and over 
because they are going to capture it all on film for 
us. Well, for us and all the perverts out there that 
get off on that as much as I do."

Kevin grabbed my arm and pulled me across the dungeon 
set. For the first time I noticed that it had been 
transformed. The walls were hung with implements of 
torture of every description. Everywhere I looked there 
was some kind of whip or some other implement that was 
designed to cause pain. I didn't know what they were or 
how they would be used on me but I knew that Kevin had 
been right. I was going to leave here today a broken 
woman.

Kevin led me to a chain hanging from the ceiling and I 
stood perfectly still and allowed him to weave the 
leather strap attached to the chain into my long blonde 
hair. When he was satisfied with his work he wound a 
strap around it so that it wouldn't come undone.

He stepped back and looked at me. It was obvious that 
he was enjoying this. He had an erection already. He 
looked me over and said, "Let's just make sure that's 
secure."

He walked over to a switch on the wall and pushed a 
button and the chain began to tighten. There was some 
slack in it but that was quickly taken up and soon I 
was being lifted up onto my toes. I screamed in pain 
and lifted my arms up to grab the chain above my head 
as my feet slowly came up off of the floor.

Kevin yelled at me to put my hands down and I tried. 
God I tried. I released my hold on the chain and hung 
by the hair on my head. I screamed over and over and I 
kept lifting my arms to relieve the pain.

I felt movement and seconds later my toes touched the 
ground again. Slowly I was eased down until I was able 
to stand flat footed on the cold floor. I cried 
hysterically and begged him to release me. I told him 
that I was broken. I promised him that there was 
nothing I wouldn't do for him.

He just chuckled and said, "Not yet bitch. If you were 
broken you wouldn't be begging me. You would accept 
this and take pleasure from pleasing me with your 
suffering. No my sweet cunt, I'm afraid the fun and 
games are just beginning."

He stepped away and when he returned he placed a wide, 
thick leather collar around my throat. He pulled it 
very tight and when he was finished I couldn't move my 
neck. My head was immobilized.

I stared straight ahead at the cameras recording my 
mental demise while Kevin attached leather straps to my 
thighs just below my crotch. My arms were hanging limp 
at my sides now and he quickly fastened the cuffs that 
were attached to those thigh straps to my wrists.

He moved behind me then and wrapped a strap around my 
elbows and pulled it taut. My breasts were suddenly 
thrust forward and I was totally helpless. I was 
expecting the whip now. But there would be much 
suffering before he got around to the whip.

He moved back over to the switch on the wall and pushed 
the button that raised the chain. I was slowly lifted 
off of the floor again and now I was helpless to 
relieve the pain in my scalp. I screamed and I screamed 
and the cameras were right there to record my horror 
and my suffering. I dangled and I twisted helplessly, 
my feet six inches off of the floor.

Kevin watched me for a minute or two before he began 
toying with me. He spun me around and watched me 
spinning in one direction until the chain wound tight 
and then spinning back.

I was unable to believe that I didn't lose 
consciousness. The pain was beyond anything that I 
could have imagined. I screamed and I begged for 
someone to help me. I promised to do anything and 
everything that anyone ever wanted. But mostly I 
screamed in pain.

It seemed like forever before I felt the floor under my 
feet again. I hadn't even realized that the chain was 
being lowered until my toes touched the floor and 
suddenly the pressure was relieved. Not completely 
though. I was only just able to stand on my toes. Much 
of my weight was still dangling from the chain.

I saw movement on the other side of me and the Amazon 
appeared beside me holding a box. She was still wearing 
that leather harness and through my tears I could see 
the bright smile on her face and the intense look of 
pleasure in her eyes. She looked like she could have an 
orgasm just from watching me scream.

Kevin reached into the small box that she was carrying 
and pulled out several huge needles. He held them up in 
front of my face and asked, "Do you know what these are 
for?"

I had no idea. They looked like acupuncture needles but 
they were about six inches long. I sobbed my answer. 
"No sir. I don't know what they are for. Please sir. I 
beg of you. Anything! I'll do anything. I'll suck more 
dogs. I'll suck off a pony. I'll eat my daughter's cunt 
in a bar. I'll suck and fuck anybody anywhere. Oh god. 
I can't take it anymore!"

Kevin leaned closer and kissed my lips gently. He 
smiled and said, "I know you will cunt. Don't worry. 
When we are finished here you'll have all the cock you 
want. But first we have to finish breaking you. These 
needles..., these are specially made to skewer your 
tits with. I have a hundred of them but I'll probably 
only use half of them. I'm going to place them against 
the tender flesh of your tits and slowly apply pressure 
until they puncture your skin. Then I will slowly apply 
more pressure until the sharp point comes out on the 
other side of your tit. I understand that it is very 
painful. Are you ready?"

I didn't answer. I watched in horror as he carefully 
placed the first needle just behind the nipple on my 
right breast and began to apply pressure using the 
brightly colored plastic handle. I couldn't tilt my 
head down because of the leather collar holding it in 
place. But I could look down with my eyes and I watched 
in abject terror as the point entered my breast.

As soon as the point broke the skin I finally passed 
out. But of course it's no fun torturing and 
unconscious victim. I was instantly revived by the 
Amazon with smelling salts.

As soon as he could see that I was awake and aware, 
Kevin began forcing the needle through the flesh of my 
breast until I saw the point pressing against the flesh 
on the opposite side. I felt it moving through my 
breast and I screamed over and over as he drove it 
through me. When the point finally broke the skin on 
the other side he moved it back and forth until he had 
it centered. That was when I passed out again.

I was quickly revived. As my eyes opened again Kevin 
said, "I don't think that I have ever been so turned on 
in my fucking life. I don't know why, but for some 
reason I am enjoying doing this to you even more than 
when I did it to your little girl. I guess your mind is 
a much better fuck than hers. I hope I don't shoot off 
in my pants before I can bury my cock in your tight 
little ass. That's how you will know we are finished 
today cunt, when you have every inch of my cock buried 
in your ass."

I groaned in pain. I didn't even care anymore. I 
responded, "Yes! Please sir, Fuck my ass. I beg of you. 
Please end this. Fuck my ass as hard as you want. Oh 
god. I beg of you!

Kevin chuckled and said, "I like your attitude cunt. 
But there is a lot to do before you get to enjoy my 
cock stretching your ass. Shall we continue?"

My answer was a pitiful sob.

I closed my eyes as the second needle was placed behind 
the nipple on my left breast. He started applying 
pressure again but then he noticed that my eyes were 
closed and he said, "Open your eyes cunt. You don't 
want to miss any of the fun."

I wanted very much to miss "the fun" he was having. I 
don't think I knew it on a conscious level yet. But I 
was broken. I would obey any order now without even 
thinking about it. I would hate what he made me do, but 
I would do whatever he wanted me to do and I would do 
it eagerly, just like my daughter did. At this moment I 
would do anything to avoid this pain and this feeling 
of total helplessness which seemed to amplify the pain.

But he was a long way from done. The pain was all that 
I had to look forward to until he decided that he was 
done torturing me. Here there was no chance of release. 
No white night was going to come to my rescue. There 
was no "safe word" that would obtain my release. There 
was no promise that I could make that would bring this 
torment to a close. No, his fun was just beginning.

I watched with just as much horror as the second needle 
skewered my tit flesh. The pain was just as bad the 
second time and the horror of seeing my flesh pierced 
in this manner was at least as bad as the pain itself. 
A woman's breasts are one of the most sensitive parts 
of her body and we protect them aggressively. We invest 
a lot of our self worth in those organs because they 
are such a prominent sign of our femininity and because 
society has come to place so much emphasis on them. 
They all but represent our very womanhood. That someone 
would mistreat them in his manner was all but 
unimaginable.

I wasn't imagining it now though. I was forced to watch 
as Kevin slowly forced one large needle after another 
through my tits until it seemed that there was no room 
for him to insert another. The bright plastic grips of 
the needles covered my breasts almost like a brightly 
colored bikini.

Kevin reached into the box and removed the last half 
dozen needles and smiled. He said, "I guess you had 
room for more than fifty after all. If we get these 
last six into you somewhere you'll have taken all one 
hundred. You must be pretty proud.

I would have thought that by now my body would have 
shut down, would have reached the point that the pain 
couldn't get any worse. The only parts of my breasts 
that I could see now were my nipples. The rest of my 
tit flesh was covered completely with those needles.

I had been surprised at how little blood there was. 
There were small rivulets of blood trickling down my 
belly now, but not the streams that I might have 
expected.

Kevin studied my pin cushion breasts for a moment and 
said, "Well cunt, it looks like the only place left to 
stick these last ones is your nipples. Did you ever 
wonder what it was like to have your nipples pierced?"

It was just another of his rhetorical questions. I'm 
sure it was meant more for the people who would pay to 
see the movie they were making than for me. I didn't 
respond and he didn't expect a response from me.

He held the next needle up in front of my pain wracked 
face and asked facetiously, "Does it matter which tit I 
start with?"

He smiled and said, "I didn't think so."

He pressed the needle he was holding against the tip of 
my nipple and began driving it straight into my nipple. 
I could feel it as it came into contact with some of 
the other needles embedded in my tit and was deflected. 
He stopped with it protruding about four inches. He had 
only placed two inches of it in my tit. I stared in 
horror as it bounced up and down with the heaving of my 
breasts. It was disgusting to watch.

He repeated the process, driving another needle 
straight into the nipple on my other breast. He worked 
two of the remaining needles into the top of my nipples 
and the final two into the sides.

When he was finished he stepped back and admired his 
handiwork. He sighed and said, "Damn! That was a lot of 
work. I'm exhausted."

Yesterday I would undoubtedly have had some sarcastic 
response to that. I would have probably kept it to 
myself, but I would have thought it. Not now. Now I was 
broken. Now I was just fuck meat.

Four days ago I didn't suck cocks and I didn't let men 
fuck me or even touch me. Now I was fuck meat.

From this time forward any man could make me do 
anything. Now I was fuck meat.

The cameras had come in for more close-ups. I stared at 
them blankly as they panned in and captured all the 
details of my skewered breasts and my tortured face.

I probably should have been begging to have the needles 
removed at this point. Actually I dreaded it. As long 
as they were not moving the pain was bearable. Once he 
started pulling them out it was going to start all over 
again.

He wasn't ready to remove them yet though. He had moved 
out of my sight and I was just balancing on my toes and 
staring ahead into space when suddenly there was an 
explosion of pain on my ass. I heard the crack of 
something smashing violently into my flesh and I 
screamed in pain.

I jerked away from whatever it was that had struck me 
and when I did my tits bounced and I screamed again.

Kevin moved around in front of me and held up the 
vicious looking leather strap that he had just struck 
me with. He held it to my lips and said, "Kiss it 
bitch. Kiss it and thank me for making a proper cunt 
out of you."

I touched my lips to the strap and kissed it lovingly. 
Then I stared at the strap and said, "Thank you sir. 
Thank you for breaking me. Thank you for making me into 
a proper cunt."

He stared into my eyes and he saw it was true now. He 
knew that I was broken. He had done it before. He knew 
what it looked like. But he wasn't through. There was 
still pleasure to be taken from my pain. There was 
still a movie to be made.

He lowered his arm and brought it back and I was afraid 
that he was going to whip my tits. I could just imagine 
the damage that would do with all of those needles 
skewering my flesh. I was relieved when the strap 
struck me across my stomach just above my pussy.

I screamed and jumped again. Knowing that it was coming 
wasn't much help. He struck me several more times from 
just below my tits to just above my knees. Each time 
there was a loud crack of leather striking flesh, 
followed immediately by my scream of pain.

He moved back behind me and struck my back and my ass 
and the back of my thighs a half dozen times. The last 
blow elicited only a groan. I was nearly unconscious 
now. I was in too much pain to scream.

He put the strap down. He turned to the Amazon and 
asked, "Would you mind removing those needles from her 
tits. The bitch is wearing me out. I need a rest."

She smiled evilly. It was obvious that she had enjoyed 
my torment as much as Kevin had. She was probably 
disappointed that she hadn't gotten to take a more 
active role in torturing me.

She stepped in front of me and began to slowly remove 
the needles and put them back in the box. As she worked 
she spoke to me quietly. She said, "I have enjoyed the 
hell out of this, cunt. I thought that torturing your 
little girl was probably the most exciting thing I had 
ever done. But for some reason tormenting you like this 
really turns me on. You are a fantastic mind fuck. 
We'll have to bring you and your daughter in here after 
you recover. That way we can compare. I have never 
tortured a mother and daughter before. It's very 
exciting. Oh, and I thought you should know, before 
your master fucks your ass I am going to get to use my 
cattle prod on you."

I think she was disappointed when I didn't react. At 
least I didn't react visibly. My insides turned to ice. 
I became so distracted by the prospect of dancing on 
the end of this beastly woman's cattle prod that I 
hardly felt her removing those horrible needles. I 
stared straight ahead and tried not to watch the 
needles coming out or the frustration on her face when 
I remained stoic as she continued the torture of my 
breasts.

When the needles were all removed she poured most of a 
bottle of alcohol over my breasts. I screamed again as 
the alcohol seeped into the two hundred tiny pin holes 
in my flesh. That pleased her.

She moved away from me and when she returned she was 
holding her magic want in front of my face. She pressed 
the button so that I could hear the electric hum again. 
She had a mad look in her eyes as she contemplated the 
pain that she was about to cause me. I sobbed in fear 
but I didn't speak. I didn't beg or plead. It didn't 
occur to me that I was depriving them of pleasure when 
I didn't grovel for them. I had just accepted my fate. 
I was, after all, just fuck meat.

She moved the prod over my gently, teasing me. The two 
small electrodes on the tip looked like a snake's fangs 
preparing to strike. As she moved the inactive prod 
over my flesh she whispered, "Are you scared now cunt?"

In a flat voice I responded, "Yes mistress. I am 
terrified."

Her smile spread and she leaned forward. Just like 
Kevin had done earlier she touched her lips to mine and 
kissed me gently. With our nipples touching and her 
lips only an inch from mine she stared into my eyes and 
said, "I can smell your fear. I can taste it on your 
lips. I am going to cause you more pain than you can 
imagine. That whipping, those needles, they are nothing 
compared to the pain you are going to experience when I 
touch my cattle prod to your tender flesh and push the 
button. I can't wait to hear your screams then. You 
will scream so hard that it will hurt your throat. You 
are going to remember me for the rest of your miserable 
life."

I looked her straight in the eyes and in a trembling 
voice I asked, "Why?"

She exhaled in my face and exclaimed eagerly, "Because 
I am so turned on right now that I wish more than 
anything else that I had a twelve inch cock so that I 
could rape you to fucking death!"

She kissed me again and whispered, "But I don't have a 
cock. So I am going to fuck you with my prod. Are you 
ready to dance darling?"

She moved back only a few inches. Her body was still 
nearly touching mine. She touched the twin tips of the 
prod to the side of my breast and with no warning that 
it was coming I suddenly felt 9,000 volts of 
electricity shoot through my body. The Amazon was 
wrong. I couldn't even scream!

She released the button instantly and I collapsed, 
hanging helplessly by my hair from the chain that held 
me in place. I felt the pain all over my body. The pain 
in my breast overwhelmed the pain in my scalp as I 
dangled by my hair.

There was spittle dripping from my mouth and my body 
shivered uncontrollably. She slapped my face and 
screamed, "Get up you fucking cunt!"

Then, in a quieter voice she said, "Come on baby, on 
your feet. We're just getting started."

I struggled to my toes once more and relieved the pain 
in my scalp. She reached out and gently wiped the 
spittle from my lips and then she leaned forward and 
kissed me again. She moved her head back only slightly 
and sniffed at me like one of her dogs.

She backed away a little more but our nipples were 
still touching when she smiled and said, "It's stronger 
now. It won't be long before you piss yourself. Are you 
as excited as I am cunt? Christ! If you would just 
touch your tongue to my clit at this moment I would 
have one of the most incredible orgasms of my life. But 
you can't do that of course. So let's have a little 
more foreplay, okay?"

She stepped back slightly and began to move her prod 
lightly over my body again. At first she watched the 
prod moving over my flesh. But then she stared into my 
eyes as the prod slid over my breasts again and with no 
warning she pressed the button again, right over my 
nipple.

The next thing I knew she was slapping my face and I 
was once more hanging limply by my hair from the 
ceiling.

She saw my eyes flutter and in a cold but quiet voice 
she said, "On your feet cunt. Please don't pass out 
again. You don't get the full effect when you are 
unconscious. That really annoys me."

I struggled to get back on my toes. I didn't feel 
totally in control of my muscles. My legs were rubbery 
and weak. She moved close again and gently wiped the 
drool from my lips once more. She leaned forward then 
and licked the tears from my cheeks before she gently 
kissed my lips again. She let the kiss linger this time 
and when she broke the kiss she whispered, "Can you 
smell it? That's your piss. You pissed yourself cunt. 
Your legs are all pissy now. I am so embarrassed for 
you. I would imagine that right now you would drink a 
gallon of dog cum if I would just put down this prod, 
wouldn't you?"

I stared at her blankly. I heard the words and I seemed 
to understand the meaning but I was in shock. That 
didn't bother her though. She stepped back once more 
and this time she leaned down and slowly inserted the 
end of her cattle prod into my cunt. She worked it 
inside of me very slowly, very gently. When she was 
satisfied she straightened up slightly and looked into 
my eyes. The look of anticipation, the look of lust on 
her face was horrific.

I didn't even feel it when she pressed the button and 
sent all of that electricity into my cunt. I simply 
went from conscious to unconscious without even 
realizing that I was being all but electrocuted.

When I regained consciousness I was lying on the floor 
in a puddle of my own piss. I opened my eyes and saw 
that monstrous woman squatting over me. As soon as my 
eyes opened she started pissing right in my face.

I didn't move a muscle until she ordered me to roll 
over onto my back and open my mouth. I didn't even have 
to think about. I wasn't totally in control of my 
muscles yet but I rolled over and opened my mouth 
instantly. My Amazonian torturer from hell adjusted her 
aim and unleashed another torrent of hot piss right in 
my face. She adjusted her aim and I soon felt the 
thick, acidic stream of urine landing in my wide open 
mouth. There was a spray that landed on my face but 
most of it entered my mouth.

The taste was sickening but it never even occurred to 
me to try to escape her aim. As the stream began to 
taper off she started ordering me to swallow. I 
struggled to obey but I had a hard time keeping it 
down. My stomach rebelled but when she saw me on the 
verge of spitting it back up she screamed at me, "If 
you don't keep that down you'll clean this mess up with 
your tongue and you'll keep cleaning it up until you 
keep down every drop of it!"

I finally got my stomach under control as she stepped 
away from me. She stared down at me for a moment and 
said, "Your daughter did a much better job. I think she 
swallowed half of it. You probably just need more 
practice."

She turned and walked away at last and it wasn't until 
she was gone from the room that I realized that I was 
no longer bound. The cuffs and straps and the collar 
had all been removed.

I could hardly move my arms but I concentrated and I 
strained and I was finally able to reach up and massage 
my tortured scalp. Every move I made was torture. My 
entire body was wracked with pain. The only exception 
was my pussy which was numb.

I wanted to sit up and get out of the large puddle of 
piss that I was lying in but I didn't move until Kevin 
came over and smiled down at my pain wracked body. He 
said, "Jesus! For such a prissy bitch you sure stink a 
lot. Get up bitch."

I tried to sit up but I couldn't. I ended up struggling 
to roll over and then getting up slowly onto my hands 
and knees. I was panting with the exertion and had to 
pause before I had the strength to attempt to get my 
feet under me.

Kevin watched me and enjoyed my struggles. He sounded 
impatient when he asked, "What's the matter cunt? Do 
you like lying there in a puddle of piss?" But I saw 
his face and it was obvious that he was amused.

I answered in a respectful voice, "No sir. I'm sorry 
sir. My muscles are...I'm having a hard time getting 
up."

He laughed and responded, "If I got one of those cattle 
prods you'd get your ass up. Christ! My grandma is 
faster than you!"

I finally managed to stand. I wasn't very steady on my 
feet but I was up. He ordered me to walk around him a 
couple of times and as I moved in a circle around him I 
felt the strength slowly returning to my limbs.

He laughed at me and said, "Shit! Lori got right up 
with no problems. Maybe we took it too easy on her. 
What do you think bitch?"

I answered, "I don't know sir. Maybe it's just because 
I'm so much older."

He replied, "You aren't that old, bitch. You're no 
spring chicken but I'd still classify you as prime 
pussy."

When I was moving around well enough to satisfy him he 
threw me a damp down and said, "Wipe your ass and your 
legs clean with that, bitch."

I caught the towel and wiped down my hips and my ass. I 
ran it down over my legs and removed as much of the 
dried and drying piss as I could. The piss on my legs 
had mostly come from me when I pissed myself. It was 
mostly dry now. The Amazon's piss had been concentrated 
on my face and hair. That was still damp and fresh.

When Kevin was satisfied he dropped his pants and 
ordered me to suck his cock until it was hard. I 
dropped to my knees in front of him instantly and took 
his cock into my mouth. It was encrusted with dried 
crud. He must have spent most of the last couple hours 
while I was being tortured with a hard on. His cock 
probably had been leaking lube most of that time. Now 
it covered his soft cock in a thin crust.

I sucked him clean and then I sucked on his quickly 
growing cock like I had never sucked a cock before. I 
was fuck meat now. This was what I was good for.

When his cock was hard he held out his hand and someone 
tossed him something from off camera. He caught it and 
handed it to me. It was a tube of lubricant. He ordered 
me to grease his cock.

I obeyed instantly. I remembered what he had said would 
be the final event of the day. He was going to fuck my 
virgin ass with his big cock. I greased his cock up. I 
put as much on it as I could get to stick. Then he 
said, "Up bitch."

I struggled to my feet again and he ordered me to turn 
around and bend over. The close-up cameras returned and 
Kevin said, "Okay bitch. Spread your ass cheeks and 
back up. I want you to back up until my cock is buried 
as far as it will go in your tight ass."

That turned out to be just as hard as it sounded. I 
backed up until I felt his cock resting on my ass. His 
legs were a lot longer than mine and even standing on 
my toes I couldn't line us up. I reached between my 
legs and nearly fell over as I bent down and pulled his 
cock down to my opening. I held it in place and 
struggled to back up. I was pushing with all of my 
might and I was getting frantic because I just couldn't 
get it to go in.

I heard laughter from the large group of men and the 
two women who were watching from behind the cameras and 
then Kevin laughed and said, "I guess you still need a 
lot of training, bitch. Well, don't worry. I have 
plenty of time to devote to your bitch training.

I felt his hands grip my hips and suddenly he thrust 
his pelvis and pulled back on me and half of his cock 
surged into my ass.

I screamed in pain. It was nearly as bad as the cattle 
prod! There was more laughter as I cried out again and 
again while Kevin forced his cock deeper into my 
bowels. The pain was incredible. His cock was so huge. 
But it never occurred to me to resist. I was, after 
all, just so much fuck meat.

I remained bent over in front of him with my hands 
resting on my knees for support now as he began to rape 
my ass as brutally as possible. I was crying loudly and 
I cried out in pain frequently as he made one vicious 
lunge after another into my abused body.

In only a few minutes he said, "Shit bitch. I was 
hoping to spend half an hour in here. Your fucking 
screaming turns me on so much I can't last. Fuck!"

With that last exclamation he held my ass pressed tight 
against his body and I felt his large cock throbbing as 
he shot his cum deep in my ass.

He kept his cock buried in me for several minutes and 
when it was almost soft he let the muscles in my ass 
push it out. I dropped to my knees instantly and took 
his semi-soft cock into my mouth and throat and sucked 
him clean eagerly. I paid no attention to the bitter, 
sickening taste that filled my mouth as I sucked his 
nasty cock clean. After all, I'm just fuck meat now.

I started crying again when I found out that it wasn't 
really over. For the next two hours or so I was made 
available to every man in the building. They each took 
a turn raping my ass. After the fourth or fifth it 
didn't hurt so much anymore. They had brought in a 
table for me to lean on and I lay there crying quietly 
and feeling sorry for myself. Sometimes I thought about 
Lori and what it must have been like for her. But 
mostly I felt sorry for myself. I could worry more 
about Lori when the pain subsided.

When nobody wanted to rape me anymore I was allowed to 
take another shower. I stood under the hot water and 
thought about the last two days. Not the morning and 
afternoon fucking with the four men at work so much. I 
thought about how I had been gang raped all night long, 
raped into unconsciousness. And then I had been brought 
directly here and tortured and raped for most of the 
day. I had seen one of the men's wrist watches while I 
was sucking his slimy cock clean and I was not at all 
surprised to see that it was mid-afternoon now. I had 
been here for almost eight hours.

I washed my hair several times and rinsed my mouth out 
with water until the nasty taste was mostly gone. I 
shut the water off and dried off quickly. Then I went 
out to the studio, praying with every step that I could 
go home and get some sleep now. Even fuck meat needs to 
sleep.

My clothes were in tatters and as expected I was taken 
out to the car in the nude. As soon as he got in Kevin 
pulled his cock out and said, "Get down here and suck 
on this while I drive us home bitch. I'll make you a 
little deal. If you get me off before we get to the 
house I won't beat you tonight for cheating on me with 
all of those men."

That was too easy. We were half way across town and it 
was the beginning of rush hour. We weren't even half 
way home when he came in my mouth. I held his cock in 
my mouth for the rest of the trip. More than a few 
lucky truckers got a good look at me in that stop and 
go traffic and there was a lot of horn honking at my 
expense. I didn't care if they saw me now though. I 
mean, after all, I'm just fuck meat.

Kevin usually pulled into the garage now that he was 
living in our house. It amused him today to park in the 
driveway. He must have seen that several of my 
neighbors were outside. We got out of the car and 
walked casually into the house.

I opened the door for my master and held it for him and 
just as he stepped inside I saw a blur of motion. I 
screamed as Kevin dropped like a ton of bricks. I was 
terrified because I didn't know what had happened and 
because I knew that if Kevin was pissed off he would 
take it out on me and Lori.

Then my husband stepped into view holding a baseball 
bat in his hands. He swung it over and over, beating 
Kevin nearly to death. I thought for sure that he was 
going to kill him and I was surprised to find that I 
had mixed emotions about that. I hated and feared 
Kevin. But he was my master. I was his fuck meat.

Kevin had been beaten unconscious. My husband finally 
stopped beating him and stood up straight. He looked at 
me and I saw the worried look on his face. He leaned 
the bat against the wall and stepped over Kevin and 
took me into his arms.

I tried to back away but he held me tight and asked 
quietly, "Are you alright Karen?"

I almost didn't know who Karen was!

I tried to push Tom away but he wouldn't budge. I 
whispered to him, "Please Tom. You don't want me 
anymore. I'm fuck meat now."

He gasped in shock at what I had said but he wouldn't 
let me go. I was crying hard now. I tried to explain. 
"Tom, you don't understand. I'm ruined. I've done 
things...I've had things done to me, I'm sorry Tom. I 
can't even say them out loud."

He hugged me so hard it almost drove the breath out of 
me. He kissed my forehead and said, "I know. I know all 
about it. I came over to check on Lori and I got the 
whole story out of her. She told me everything. I don't 
care Karen. Nothing that happened is your fault. 
Nothing that happened was her fault. You were both 
raped and tortured and the fault lies with the people 
that did this to you. But it's over now. We'll get help 
for you and Lori and we'll talk and we will work this 
out."

Tom took me upstairs and put me in bed. He gave me some 
water and some aspirin and I don't even remember my 
head hitting the pillow. I slept for almost twenty-four 
hours.

When I awoke it was around noon the next day. Tom was 
sitting by the window staring at me. When he saw my 
eyes open he stood up and came over and sat on the edge 
of the bed. He took my hand and said, "I was getting 
worried. I was just about to call for an ambulance to 
take you to the hospital."

I started crying again. He seemed so genuinely 
concerned. How could he even stand to look at me after 
what he knew about me now? Lori had been subjected to 
every horrible torment that I had and she had revealed 
them all to her father. He knew about ever nasty thing 
that I had done in the last four days. Hell, I couldn't 
even stand to be near me!

Tom stretched out beside me and held me in his arms. It 
felt good to be in his strong, gentle arms again. I 
could have kicked myself for being the bitch that I was 
and for kicking him out. But I still could not 
understand how he could even stand to touch me after 
what he knew.

I finally got my crying under control and looked at 
Tom. I saw the love in his eyes and I just shook my 
head. I whispered, "I don't understand. How can you 
want me now? How can you even stand to look at me?"

He held me tighter and said, "To be honest, I don't 
really understand that myself. I was furious with you 
when you kicked me out. If asked I probably would have 
said that I hated you. But I had a lot of time to think 
about us when I was alone. I missed you and Lori so 
much. I wasn't the perfect husband and you weren't the 
perfect wife. If you will consider taking me back I 
would like to work on that. The truth is, Karen, I 
still love you. I never stopped loving you. I hate what 
happened to you but it wasn't your fault and I don't 
hold you responsible for it. If you will work with me 
on this I want to get past this."

I sat up and stared at him. He was wrong about not 
being the perfect husband. I hadn't realized it at the 
time but now, looking back, I could see that he had 
been nearly perfect. I was just too much of a bitch to 
realize it. Could I make it up to him now? Would he be 
able to enjoy the changes in me without holding them 
against me?

I said, "Okay Tom. Let's talk. Let me go to the 
bathroom before I explode and we'll talk. There is a 
lot to say. But first, how is Lori?"

He smiled and said, "Lori is doing fine. She went 
through everything you did and more. Her torment lasted 
for months. But she is strong and resilient and she is 
doing very well. She will never again be the sweet 
innocent fifteen year old daughter that we had. But I 
think she is strong enough that she will come out of 
this alright."

I tentatively leaned forward to kiss Tom. I watched 
carefully for any sign that I disgusted him or that he 
wasn't ready to have someone like me touch him but it 
wasn't there. He actually looked relieved and we 
exchanged a sweet and loving kiss. Then I rushed to the 
bathroom.

I used the toilet and washed my face and brushed my 
teeth and by the time I got back into the bedroom he 
had two cups of coffee sitting on the table by the 
window and a large fruit cup for me.

I could not remember eating in the last four days. I 
hadn't weighed myself but I would not be surprised to 
learn that I had lost fifteen pounds. And I had not 
been overweight when my nightmare started.

I sipped my coffee and wolfed down the fruit while he 
sat and watched me eat. When I had emptied the cup he 
asked, "Do you want more?"

I shook my head and said, "Later, thanks."

I sipped my coffee and organized my thoughts and 
finally I said, "Tom, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was such a 
bitch. I'm sorry I was such a piss poor wife. Maybe you 
were not the perfect husband, but you were awfully 
damned close. Everything that happened really is my 
fault. Everything that happened between us, everything 
that happened to Lori, and everything that happened to 
me is entirely my fault. If I had not been such a cold, 
frigid bitch we would have had a happy marriage and you 
would have been here to protect us."

Tom started to interrupt me but I put my finger on his 
lips and said, "No Tom, please, let me finish."

I sat back and said, "As horrible as the last four days 
have been I have learned a lot about myself. I saw what 
people really thought of me and I came to realize that 
I really was a cold bitch. I want to make it up to you 
but I am afraid that now that I have changed, and I 
have changed, you won't be able to get past what has 
just happened to me. You won't be able to make love to 
me or accept me making love to you without resenting 
me. You won't be able to look at me without thinking of 
the things that Lori told you."

"Tom, I have been fucked by rooms full of men. I have 
sucked a dog's cock and I have been fucked by a dog. I 
have been pissed on and men have lined up to fuck my 
ass. How can you get over that?"

I was astonished when he chuckled. I looked at him in 
shock and he said, "Jesus Karen! That's the first time 
I ever heard you say fuck! Maybe you have changed!"

We looked at each other and suddenly we were both 
laughing almost uncontrollably. When we were once more 
under control I wiped the tears of laughter from my 
eyes and sat back. I said, "Tom, I learned a lot more 
than how to say fuck and cock. I learned that my cunt 
is not made of gold. I learned to have orgasms. I 
learned how to suck a cock and I'm pretty damn good at 
it now. But would you want a slut like me for a wife?"

He was dead serious when he responded, "It sounds like 
a dream come true to me. I have to be honest Karen. 
There is hardly a moment that went by since we got 
married that I didn't wish that there was a lot more 
slut in you."

I leaned forward and held his hand in mine and said 
quietly, "I'm so sorry Tom."

He patted my hand and said, "I know Karen. We both 
could have been better at this. I know what you are 
thinking. You are wondering how I can love you after 
what has happened. I guess that's just another 
imperfection in me. Because to be perfectly honest, 
some of what I heard from Lori turned me on. Not the 
torture. Not the pain. But I don't hold any of what 
happened against you and I don't look down on you for 
what you went through. And to be brutally honest, if it 
has turned you into a sexual being then I am glad it 
happened. Does that make you want to throw me out 
again?"

I suddenly realized that I didn't know Tom quite as 
well as I thought that I did. Could he be serious? I 
knew one way to find out.

I dropped to my knees and moved between his legs. I 
began to unfasten his belt and as I struggled with his 
belt he overcame his surprise and tried to still my 
hands. He smiled at me and said, "I have no objection 
to what you are doing. But maybe we should finished 
talking first. I want you, but I don't want to take 
advantage of the horrible things that have been done to 
you and make things worse. I don't want you resenting 
me when you are finished."

I smiled up at him and pulled my hands free. I said, 
"You talk. You know I don't like people that talk with 
their mouths full."

I managed to get his cock out of his pants. I felt just 
the slightest twinge of regret when I was reminded that 
his cock was almost half the size of Kevin's. But even 
so it was a pretty cock. It was well formed and smooth 
and I only now began to appreciate the beauty of it.

I leaned down and kissed it and then licked it 
lovingly. Then I wet my lips and tightened them around 
the head of his cock and slowly slid them all the way 
down to the base. He gasped and cried out in pleasure. 
I didn't remember the last time that we had made love. 
Or should I say we had had sex? I had never sucked his 
cock and as far as I knew he had never cheated on me. 
This might very well be his first blowjob ever!

As I began to suck eagerly on his cock he gripped the 
arms of his chair and gasped, "Oh my god Karen! I 
never...I...oh shit!"

His cock may not be as large as Kevin's but I almost 
choked on his huge load of cum. I had to swallow 
several times before I managed to get it all down. Then 
I licked his cock clean and held it in my mouth while 
it went soft.

I was afraid to look up and see the disdain I expected 
to see on his face but when I finally got up the nerve 
and looked at his face I saw only love and gratitude. I 
couldn't stand that and I started crying like a baby 
again.

He reached down and pulled me into his lap. He held me 
tight and there was a slight struggle when he tried to 
kiss me on the mouth. But he won and I put my arms 
around his neck and held him so tight that I was afraid 
I would hurt him.

His hand reached up and cupped my breast and for the 
first time since I got out of bed I became aware of my 
nudity. I had spent so much time naked lately that it 
had come to feel natural.

I saw that he was watching to see what my reaction 
would be to his hand on my breast. I had always 
discouraged him in the past. At the time I didn't want 
to be touched by him or any man. Now I put my hand over 
his and smiled as I moved it over my breasts. They were 
still tender from the abuse I had been subjected to 
yesterday but I wanted Tom to know that I wanted to be 
touched now. I had a lot to make up for and I was 
looking forward to it.

I kissed him again and told him how much I loved him. I 
thought for just a moment that he was going to cry and 
it occurred to me that I had not told him I loved him 
in years. The last time had probably been not long 
after Lori was born!

I realized now just how much I loved him and I saw in 
his eyes how much he loved me. Right then I knew that 
we were going to make it. We had a lot to talk about 
still. But we were going to make it.

We sat there in silence and held each other for a long 
time until there was a quiet knock at the door and it 
opened slowly. Lori was standing there in her bikini. 
She saw us and smiled and said, "I'm sorry. I thought 
you were asleep. It was so quiet in here. I was going 
to see if anyone wanted to go jump in the pool."

I smiled at her and said, "Lori! Come here honey."

I didn't even think about the fact that I was naked and 
her father's cock was exposed between my legs. Tom was 
uncomfortable but Lori didn't seem to pay it any mind. 
Knowing what she had been through, or at least some of 
what she had been through, I realized that nudity and 
sexuality were no big deal to her now and never would 
be. She and I were different now and we always would 
be. Hell, we had eaten each other's pussies!

I took her hand when she came close and said, 
"Sweetheart, I am so sorry. What happened to you, that 
was all my fault. I promise you I'm going to make it up 
to you. Someday I hope you'll be able to forgive me. 
I'm going to be the best mother that I can be from now 
on. I swear it."

She leaned over and kissed me and said, "Don't be silly 
mom. Fuck, I was afraid you were going to be mad at me. 
I submitted to that asshole first and I'm the one that 
set you up. He made me do it but I didn't fight him."

I pulled her close and hugged her and said, "Lori, I 
only went through four days of his shit. You were put 
through the wringer for three months. And if I hadn't 
thrown your dad out because I was such a fucking bitch 
then I doubt if any of this would have happened. No 
baby, it's my fault."

Tom laughed and interjected, "First of all, you two 
need to start watching your fucking language. Secondly, 
I would feel more comfortable if we continued this pity 
party once I had my pants back on. I am not used to 
flashing my teenage daughter."

Lori laughed and said, "Oh dad, get over it. It's just 
a cock for Christ's sake. I've seen a boatload of them 
in the last three months. One more isn't going to 
scandalize me."

He looked at her for a moment and then he said, "You 
know, I hate to admit it but your attitude sounds a lot 
healthier than mine. Hell, half the people in the world 
have cocks. What's the big deal?"

Lori leaned over and kissed Tom and said, "Way to go 
pop! Now, since you guys are awake, why don't we all go 
downstairs and go skinny dipping?"

Tom and I looked at each other and almost in unison we 
said, "What the fuck!"

We got up and I helped him take off his clothes. Then 
the three of us went swimming in the pool.

Lori and I recovered quickly from what Kevin had done 
to us. There were changes of course, most of them for 
the better. Tom and I get along better and are closer 
than we ever were. And we are both closer to Lori than 
any other parents of a teenager that I know of. We are 
more tolerant now, we have to be. There is no way that 
Lori is going to go back to being the sweet, naïve 
fifteen year old that she was before this happened. Tom 
has had to get used to her bringing boys home and 
fucking their brains out. Because of what I went 
through it didn't bother me but he had to make a pretty 
serious adjustment.

There was another adjustment that he had to make. But 
this one he enjoyed. I found that I couldn't go back to 
being monogamous. Well, I might have been able to. But 
when Tom found out how much trouble I was having with 
that, how much I missed having sex with my co-workers 
and with our neighbor Hugh we talked it over. It turns 
out that he was turned on hearing about the way the men 
at work used me for sex. The same was true of Hugh. We 
had a lot of hot sex after I related some of my 
experiences to Tom and he finally admitted that he had 
fantasized for a long time about watching me have sex 
with other men.

So now I have sex with my four co-workers. Our 
relationship has changed since Kevin left the picture, 
but not that much. I still wear those slutty dresses to 
work. I am still submissive to them and I still put out 
for the occasional client. And we still talk about them 
coming over and joining Lori and me for some hot sex. 
Lori is all for it. But the threats are gone and the 
fear is gone. Hell! I even think that Mr. Johnson is 
starting to act like a human being now and then!

Hugh was shocked when I called him over to my house one 
day and told him that Kevin was gone and Tom had come 
back home. He was even more shocked when I told him 
that he was still welcome to come over from time to 
time and fuck me, even if Tom was home. In fact, I 
think I was able to convince him that Tom would get a 
kick out of it.

There are a few things from the darker side of this 
that I suppose I need to mention. The morning after Tom 
beat Kevin with the bat so badly he was found in a 
gutter, just about half dead. He is suffering from 
severe brain damage and doesn't even know his own name. 
I asked an acquaintance who was a nurse to check on his 
condition and she said that Kevin would never recover. 
He can walk and talk but his brain is now at about the 
level of a ten year old. He has become known for his 
sweet disposition and gentleness. But he will always be 
a ten year old.

The studio where Lori and I were tortured and filmed 
doing all of those horrible things was burned down 
several days after I was there. The fire was determined 
to be the result of arson and the owners are suspected 
and are likely to be charged. Evidence was found at the 
home of the two men who owned the studio. They insist 
that it was planted but the case is supposed to be 
pretty strong against them.

The other piece of gossip that I picked up recently was 
that a woman who owned a kennel outside of town was 
kidnapped and has been missing for months. Police claim 
that they have information that she is being held 
against her will in a whorehouse somewhere in Mexico 
and forced to service Mexican laborers in between her 
donkey shows.

The End

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