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This story contains ,Forced Sex, Oral sex, interracial sex, lesbian sex, and pee sex.

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Joan’s Training

                            Part 1

  I remember how I entered this life style.  It seems like so long
 ago, although it has only been a year, now. It all started last year
 around Christmas time........
  

  It  was a cool gray, November afternoon.  I was walking  down
the  quiet,  suburban street I lived on, on the way  to  Gloria's
house.  It was fairly windy, a gust whipped up and I had to reach
down  to  hold my skirt.  I suppose my modesty wasn't  really  in
jeopardy  but the skirt was considerably shorter than what I  was
used to wearing.

    Gloria had asked me to help her with a party she was throwing
for  Dave's (her husband's) boss.  He had just started a new  job
she  really wanted to make a good impression.   Part of  his  new
responsibilities  included  entertaining customers.   Gloria  was
going to hire several college girls to serve food and drinks  and
suggested that maybe I would want to help out, and in return  she
would  forget  the $65.00 I had borrowed earlier that  month.   I
quickly agreed, and besides the party sounded like fun.

Gloria  thought about renting maids uniforms for us  but  decided
against  it,  then  she  asked us to  wear  matching  skirts  and
blouses,  she  was making up.  She had called me earlier  in  the
week  and told me that mine was almost ready, I had gone over  to
her  place  to try the skirt on.  I was  uncomfortable  with  how
short  it  was but she laughed it off, reminding me  that  I  was
about  20  years behind the times.  I didn't want to  appear  too
prudish,  I didn't know any of these people and wouldn't  be  the
only  one  dressed like this, besides it was no worse  than  what
many other women were wearing these days; so I agreed to wear it.


     I  had to admit the outfit didn't look too bad on me, a  red
and  black  checked skirt, white blouse, red  scarf,  black  high
heels and suntan panty hose.  It may have looked all right but it
wasn't designed to protect me from the November gusts I  shivered
and hurried along the sidewalk.

    When  Gloria met me at the door, she laughed and asked me  if
it  was going to snow.  We stood on the porch and  discussed  the
overcast weather for a moment, until she noticed I was shivering.
We stepped inside to begin preparations for the evening.   Gloria
was  busy  on the phone so I did most of  the  straightening  up,
setting up the buffet, etc.

     About 5:00, a pretty young girl came to the door wearing the
same  outfit I was wearing.  We introduced each other; Paula  was
going  to help me serve.  She seemed nice, pert, maybe  a  little
flaky,  but  friendly  enough and I had to  admit  in  that  her
figure, in the outfit looked smashing.  She told me she was a  19
year old student at a nearby JC.  

     I said goodbye to Gloria's kids; Pete and Chris,  16 and  14
respectively.  They were going to their own party that night,  so
they  wouldn't  be  disturbed by ours.  They  were  actually  the
reason  for  my friendship with Gloria.  Chris  was  my  daughter
Karen's   best friend.  And Pete was Karen's boyfriend.   He  had
always scared me, I thought he might be too "mature" for her, but
what could I do?

    Gloria  came down about 7:30.  Dave had just gotten home  and
the guests had started arriving.  Mostly couples, mid-twenties to
early forties, they were quite well dressed.  There were about 25
people in all, including Paula and me.  I was introduced to  most
of  the guests and was flattered by the interest all took  in  me
although a little uncomfortable.

     The women were less friendly, maybe even condescending.   It
seems  that  Gloria had mentioned something about me to  most  of
them.   I  was  involved in putting away the  guests'  coats  and
serving  drinks.  At one point I walked by the kitchen and  heard
Gloria on the phone.  Something caught my attention and I  froze,
listening  to  the conversation......"36 years  old,  married,  3
kids,  5'6",   120 lbs.,  green eyes, brown hair, she  has  no  idea
what's going on.  This bitch has never even thought about  anyone
other than her husband."

     With  that the person on the other end of  the  conversation
must   have  said  something,  for  Gloria  was  quiet.   I   was
dumbfounded, she couldn't be talking about me??

     About then she looked up and noticed me standing there.  She
looked  startled but recovered well, "What are you doing?  Dammit
Joan this is personal I'd appreciate it if"........
 I  turned and went back into the living room;  the  incident
seemed  strange  but I really didn't think it  was  important,  I
could  talk to Gloria about it later.  I didn't think she  really
had been talking about me.

      I  went  into the living room.  It was quite large,  with  a
fireplace  in the center.  They had used furniture to  divide  it
into two "rooms"; a family room and a more formal living room.  I
went  to the buffet table set up in the adjoining dining room  and
started helping  Paula serve.  Occasionally one of us would carry
around  a  tray  of  drinks.  I was  starting  to  feel  slightly
uncomfortable, and  out of place.

     There  was an air of excitement in the room but  whenever  I
got near enough to a group to hear or join in the conversation it
seemed  to  die;  sudden pauses,  pregnant  silences  etc.   This
happened  several  times and I was wondering what was  going  on.
Paula  seemed to fit right in though.  When she brought around  a 
tray I saw her laughing with the main group.  One of the men  put
his arm around in a manner that suggested they had not just  met.
Several of them including Paula looked over in my direction as if
appraising  me, then Paula walked over and offered to relieve  me
for a while.  This went on until about 9:30.

    Dave  came over and took my arm, "there's someone I want  you
to  meet".   He  introduced  me to Craig,  his  boss,  and  Phil,
Gloria's  brother.   Both men seemed seriously interested  in  my
life, my family, job etc. and were really probing me for details.
This seemed strange too but a welcome relief from the  alienation
I had been feeling up to this point.  I took a glass of wine  and
began to loosen up.

    About half an hour later Gloria gathered all the guests  back
into the living room, saying "It's time folks".

     Everyone  seemed quite excited and I wondered, "What in  the
world".........

     I  was on my second glass of wine, (I almost  never  drink),
and was getting slightly lightheaded. Phil gently took the  glass
out  of my hands, took my arm firmly and guided me to the  living
room.   The  chairs  and couches had been rearranged  in  a  semi
circle  in  front of the fireplace.  In the center,  a  long  low
coffee table sat.  The guests were seated or standing around  the
table.  Phil guided me to the front.  I was confused but held his
arm.  Gloria stood in front of the table facing everyone.

    "This  is  something  I have been looking forward  to  for  a
while.  Joan has been interested in Indian rights for some  time.
She  doesn't  know it but tonight she is going  to  help  collect
money for the cause", she said.

     There was a general outbreak of laughter at that.  I decided
that  I  would prefer to be standing in the back and  started  to
move but found my arms suddenly grabbed.  I froze.

     "Bring her up here", Gloria commanded.

     Paula and Jan (a friend of mine from Garden Club) each  took
one  arm and pulled me up onto the coffee table.  I resisted  but
not too hard, not knowing what was coming.  I was turned so  that
I  faced the group, my arms still held, and with my hair  wrapped
around  Paula's hand,  she forced my head around so I was  facing
the group.

    Gloria smiled at me and told me to relax, "This won't be  too
bad.  We're just going to auction off some clothing".   The  room
erupted with laughter.  I was numb, too shocked to scream.

     Gloria  stood  next  to the table "What do I  hear  for  her 
scarf?"  Someone offered $1.00, someone else offered $2.00.   The
bidding went up to $5.00.  At that time Gloria accepted the  bid,
and reached for me, ripping the scarf from around my neck.

     I  screamed,  and a hand was clamped around my  mouth.   The
scarf was forced down my throat and with my arms held tightly,  I
couldn't get it out.  People started to sit down, they all looked
like they knew what was going to happen.

     "Next  item  up  is  her blouse!"  There  was  some  cursory
bidding,  Gloria  backed  up  close  to  the  table.   I  saw  an
opportunity and tried to kick her.  That was a mistake.  Phil and
Craig  grabbed both legs.  They each took hold of an  ankle.   AS
they held my legs, they rubbed their hands up and down my  thighs
and up under my skirt, much to the amusement of the other guests.
I was sobbing in my humiliation but there was no escape.

    After a little more bidding my blouse was removed.  Phil made
the  high  bid,  and took it off himself.  They bent  me  over  a
little so that his face was level with mine.  He reached out  and
ripped  my blouse down the front, he jerked my arms out, I  tried
to cover up but Jan twisted my arm until I gagged.  I relaxed and
they straightened me back up.

     I  was held there, up on the table with just my bra  on.   I
went blank for a moment, the only other man who had ever seen 
me like this was Tom.........

     I never in my worst dreams imagined this could ever  happen.
Paula  fingered  a gold chain I was wearing.  It  had  a  diamond
pendant.    Tom  had  given  it  to  me  for  our  12th   wedding
anniversary.  It was sold for $5.00.  It was ripped off my  neck,
the chain  breaking at the clasp, and ripping my neck.

     Gloria  told Paula to hold up my ring finger so  my  wedding
band could be examined, "She won't be needing that tonight".

     It went for a few dollars.  I was still kind of in shock,  I
was sobbing but was still unbelieving.  These things really don't
happen.

     Again  Gloria stepped up.  She reached out and  snapped  the
strap  on  my  bra.  "What do I hear for this  fine  Maiden  Form
Brassiere?"....

     The  other  guests all laughed at her sarcasm,  they  talked
among themselves, but most of the attention was riveted on me.

     The  bidding went on.  My bra was sold for  $20.00.   Gloria
didn't make any move to remove it though, and I was shaking  like
a leaf, wondering what next?

"Whoever  correctly guesses what size this item of  clothing
is shall have the privilege of removing it.  However an incorrect
guess costs $5.00".

     She  reached  back and looked at the tag and  laughed,  "Not
bad. Who's your plastic surgeon?".

     I was turned and poked by several guys "So they could have a
fightin' chance of guessing right".

     Several  people tried guessing, on the third  guess  Steve's
wife Marie said 36D, and Gloria smiled...."We have a winner".

     Marie "Graciously allowed" Steve to remove the bra.  He took
his time.  He poked, rubbed and fondled me to the delight of  the
crowd  for  about  five minutes.  I had  lost  control  by  then,
sobbing hysterically.  Finally he removed it, and his hands.

    I  had  noticed  earlier  that  several  people  had  brought
camera's  with  them,  now it looked that everyone  had.   I  was
turned and twisted to pose for these people, my hair  practically
ripped out of my head to force me to look into the cameras.

     Paula  reached  down, still holding one arm  and  ripped  my
skirt up to my waist, flashbulbs popped.  They didn't bother with
the formality of auctioning my skirt, it disappeared in a frenzy,
and I passed out.