I found the first two chapters of this story posted by Anonymous, on an adult BBS before the days of the Internet. I have added 8 more chapters to this story.
If you think you've read this before, keep on reading as it has grown and grown.

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

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Joanfs Training

                        Part 4

     I  numbly reached for the door handle, I was going  to  just
leave,  nothing could be worse than staying.  Gloria was standing
right outside  the door.  She smiled and told me that she thought
I might try and leave,  but it would be easier if I stayed.  If I
left  she  and Mona would have to  show Tom what a "slut  he  had
married."

     After she and Mona finished  talking to Tom I could never go
home  again.   If I continued to cooperate I  would  only  suffer
momentary embarrassment.  I was repulsed at what she   considered
"momentary  embarrassment"  but knew that I had  no  choice.   We
went  inside.   Most everyone was in the living  room.   Tom  was
there  with  Mona.  He looked up at me.  "How are  you  feeling?"
"Better I lied".

     Gloria  told Tom that she wanted to show me her  new  crafts
room.  He  laughed and told me to have fun.  Gloria guided me  up
the  stairs.  We went  up into what had been the attic.   It  had
been  remodeled for her to use for  her hobbies.  (I was soon  to
learn  that I was a hobby).  Once there Denise  soon  joined  us.
Phil was right behind her.  "Shall we get started?"  Gloria asked
sarcastically.   Phil  grabbed my arms while  Gloria  and  Denise
pulled  my sweater off.  As soon as my arms slipped  through  the
sleeves  Phil grabbed them again.  They removed my skirt and slip
and  then,  strangely, Gloria asked Phil and Denise to leave  the
room."

     "Joan,  don't talk, just and absorb what I have to say.   Go
ahead, sit  down on the bed.  Obviously you realized earlier that
you  have more to  gain by going along with us than by  fighting.
What  I  have in mind for you  isn't too bad.  You are  going  to
have  to  learn to cooperate.  If you do,  your life will  go  on
pretty  much  as  it  always has.  If not,  well,  I  have   some
alternate  plans.  For the rest of today, relax and try  to  have
fun.   I promise you will not be hurt."

     I  thought  about what she had said.  All through  my  life,
from  high   school,  college, and marriage I had  been  a  "good
girl",  a  "good  wife" and  generally had conformed  to  what  a
"nice"  girl should do.  Tom had been my  "first".  I  fantasized
about  other men on occasion but had never so much  as  expressed
the  thought.  I always dressed modestly.  The night they   raped
me  I was terrified, humiliated, degraded to the point  of  being
sick,   but when I thought back about it, I started to feel  warm
down around my  vagina.  I knew, and she knew that I was going to
cooperate.  She knew how  I felt, degraded but excited.

     Dave came in the room.  Gloria commanded that I kneel on the
floor.  I  did.  Phil and Denise came back in.  Denise picked  up 
a tape measure and  proceeded to take my measurements.  After
she measured my bust I was  allowed to replace my bra.  She  recorded
the  measurements  on a bulletin  board.  I  noticed  that  there
were  blanks  there  so  the  succeeding  measurements  could  be
compared  to the previous ones.

     Dave  looked  down  the stairs and into  the   hallway.   He
reported  that the coast was clear Gloria led me down  stairs  to
the  bathroom.  I was directed to step on the scale.  We  started
back  into the  attic but Gloria guided me to her  bedroom.   She
pushed my head down into what  had been an old heating grate, but
was now slightly open into her living  room.  I saw Tom and  Mona
on  the couch, Mona had her hand on his arm and it   was  obvious
they  were  engrossed  in conversation.  Her  skirt  had  slipped
partially  off her thigh.  He was enjoying her company.   It  was
also  obvious   that she was offering him more  than  a  platonic
relationship.   Before  I  could  react  Gloria  guided  me  back
upstairs.  I was directed to kneel on the floor  again while  the
others  discussed  my body.  I learned that they thought  it  was
good, but that I would be sent to the "Workout World" to  improve
it.

     During  the afternoon, I stayed there, not ignored  but  not
harassed either.  Phil  wrote out an exercise schedule and  told
me  that I would be using it soon.   Dave and Phil spent most  of
the time downstairs.

     I  could hear the kids in another room but they stayed  well
out of the way  most of the afternoon.  I was terrified that  one
of  them would come in and  see me like this.   Denise  mentioned
something to Gloria about Tom coming up,  but Gloria laughed 
and assured her that Mona was not going to let him out of her sight.

     Late  in the afternoon Denise told me to dress and  come  on
downstairs.   She took me into the bathroom and helped  rearrange
my  make-up.   When I came  downstairs Tom had the  kids  in  the
living  room and they were preparing to  leave.  Gloria asked  me
to stay.  "Tom you don't mind if Joan stays awhile do  you?"   He
said it was up to me.

     They  both  looked at me, but before I could   speak  Gloria
spoke  up, "great, it's settled, Joan promised me she would  help
me  bake tonight".  With that Tom told me not to stay  too  late,
kissed me, and  left with the kids.
     Gloria  brought me into the living room.  Mona  brought  out
the bag of clothing she had taken from my home earlier.  Dave and
Phil  seemed to be arranging some photographic lights and  shades
around  the  Christmas tree.   Dave had several  cameras  two  on
tripods, and one with a strange looking lens  that he was holding
in  his  hand.  As soon as they finished arranging  things   they
looked at me, expectantly, "Well come on, step up here."  

     I  came forward  and Dave "posed me" in front of  the  tree.
"Turn  slightly sideways, bend  forward slightly, now  with  your
right  hand,  grab a handful of skirt and raise   it  a  little."
"Damn  it  smile!"  I was sobbing by now, Dave roughly  wiped  my
face,  and  pushed me into the position he wanted.   For  several
minutes  we  went  on like this.  Finally, Gloria  who  had  been
watching  silently suggested theat we were going about  this  all
wrong.   "Strip her!!" she commanded, Denise and  Mona 
proceeded to undress me.

     They  weren't  rough, they weren't gentle, they   were  just
cold  and efficient.  After I was undressed Dave lay me  down  on
the  floor, on my side and photographed me in front of the  tree.
Then  he  moved me  so that I was on my back,  feet  towards  the
camera, legs spread, and my left  hand (wedding ring) covering my
vagina.  I was made to pose this way for a  while. Then wearing just
 the black high heels, I was made to bend my legs at the knees, and using 
both hands, I was told to open my vagina. They put a pillow behind my 
head, and there I was, laying spread eagled, on the floor, in front of the
Christmas, tree.... With my Vagina opened wide, offering myself,... and 
I was looking into the camera.

     Eventually I was allowed to put on some clothing, and I  was
photographed   for  the next couple hours in  various  stages  of
dress  and undress.  I tried on all the pairs of panty hose  Mona
had brought, Dave and Phil selected the  shades they liked.

     One  skirt, my longest, had been slit to the waist,  another
had  been hemmed up during the afternoon so that it was much  too
short.   They  tried  every  combination  of  clothing  and  pose
imaginable.  No  blouse, then no skirt, change shoes, bra on, bra
off,  panty hose on, panty hose off, change skirts, remove  skirt
etc.

     I  wasn't enjoying this at all but  I wasn't as scared as  I
had been originally.  I was still scared and maybe a little angry
(although  my fear overruled my anger) but it wasn't as  hard  to
go  along with them as it had been in the beginning.  I  realized
what  Gloria had done.  By making me pose nude at first,  I  knew
the  worst  was  over and  that things had  to  get  better.   It
worked.  Both Dave and Phil became quite  solicitous, as long  as
I cooperated they were gentle.

     About 9:30 Dave told Gloria he was done.  Mona piped up,  "I
have one more  idea."  I was directed to put on some suntan panty
hose,  my  black heels, and  my daughters White sweater,  but  no
skirt.     The  sweater was quite long  and   actually  partially
covered  my thighs.  Gloria brought me to the kitchen,  bent   me
over the sink and soaked the sweater with water.  She brought  me
dripping  into the living room.  Mona had collected 3 hair dryers
and they began  heating the sweater to dry it, while I was  still
in it.

     It  took about an  hour.  When they finished  they  repeated
the  process.  Finally they did it  again.  This time  before  it
was totally dry Mona suggested they try some  shots.  By now  the 
sweater  had  shrunk.  It was form fitting.   It  had   stretched
around my breasts and was tight on my stomach.  It still  covered
a little thigh.

     Dave posed me in front of the tree again.  This time he took
several   rolls  of film of just this outfit.  I  knelt,  I  bent
over, I was twisted, and  even took one shot looking straight  at
the  camera, hands underneath my chest  as if I was  offering  my
breasts.   This  shot  took awhile to  get  right  because   they
insisted I smile.

     It  wasn't easy but Gloria's threats and the  promise   that
they would keep it up until I got it right scared me into trying.
The   resultant grimace wasn't great but Dave said it  would  do.
Finally Gloria  suggested the men pose with me.

     I knelt in front of them, Dave unzipped his  fly and  placed
my  hand  around  his penis.  I began to perform  as  he  wished.
 Putting his penis in my mouth, and sucking on it. When he was done
 he did not put his penis back into his pants, he stood  next  to me
 while I was forced to suck Phil. Then each man, was standing on either
 side of my, with their penises pointed at my face.  I was told to grab
 each one, and to try and place them both in my mouth. During  this whole
 time Gloria took  numerous  shots. After a few minutes of this, both
men grabbed their penises and started, masturbating.  Both men, started
shooting their cum into my face at almost the same time. When they had
stopped cumming, Gloria told me to lick them clean. I wanted to reach up
and wipe their cum from my face, eyes and mouth, but I knew that
would only bring a harsh response.  So I just did as I was told.
 Finally they were done.

     I  was told to kneel in the corner for a while.  Mona  asked
me  about  the   family photo that we  had  taken  several  weeks
earlier.  "Tom told me that you are going to send cards this year
with  that photo on them".  I nodded  agreement.  Dave looked  at
Gloria  and they both smiled.  "Bring us some of   them!"   "When
will  you pick them up?"  I replied that they should be ready  on
Monday.

     Gloria  ordered me to bring them to her immediately after  I
got  them.  The phone rang, Dave answered it.  "Everything is fine,
she should be  finished in a little.  Joan, it's Tom."  He handed
me  the  phone and I took  it.  "He sounded a  little  irritated.
It's well passed midnight hon, when  will you be home?  I  didn't
think you would stay this long, I wish you would  have called, is
everything all right?"

     As   he  was  speaking  Phil  had  reached   over  and   was
absentmindedly  fondling  my thigh.  Denise tried  to  smother  a
giggle but failed.  I told Tom I was all right and would be  home
soon.  He  sounded a little relieved, I told him not to wait  up,
He said he would try  but in any case to wake him when I got  in.
I promised and we hung up.  I  asked Gloria if I could leave.

     She told me that they weren't done with me yet.  She  wanted
to get a few more shots of me with my ring finger wrapped  around
Dave's penis.  I was  posed again, and again.  Finally they  were
through.  Gloria told me to dress,  as I had been dressed when  I
arrived.   I did but Mona stopped me when I  started to  put  the
skirt on.  Gloria told me that I was through for the  weekend but
that  I  had  better  be back Monday  at  1:30  with  the  family  
Christmas cards.

     "Do  you  hear me?"  "Yes, I heard."  "Than  you  better  be
here."  Gloria  took me into the kitchen where we were joined  by
Mona.  "Joan, I have a few  instructions for you; first you  will
no  longer  wear pantsuits or jeans, you  will  wear  skirts  and
dresses  ALWAYS, second you will no longer say no to a  man, 
and third  you will use the back door when you are at my  home."   Do
you  understand?  I nodded.

     She sounded gentle so I asked her why.....Before The   words
were  out of my mouth I was told to "Shut UP!!!  In due time  you
will   learn, for now, just cooperate and you will be allowed  to
continue your way  of life.  Mona got up to leave.  I gathered my
skirt  in my hand, looked for  my slip with no success, found  my
purse  and  headed for the door.  "Wrong door  bitch"  with  that
Gloria  pointed at the back door.  I walked out and  found   Mona
waiting  out front.  She motioned for me to get into her car.   I
did.

     She  drove  to my house, once in front I started to  put  my
skirt  on.   She  stopped me.  "Get out of the  car."   "I'm  not
dressed."   She reached over and  pushed me out, I was to  scared
to  fight.   Once out of her car I stood there, she  had  stopped
under  a  street light, and put my skirt on.  I walked  into  the
house.

     On the kitchen counter was a yellow manila envelope.   Joan,
read me, it  said in large red letters.  I opened it and  gasped.
It contained a blank  diary, but also about twenty pictures taken
two  weeks  earlier.   The  photographs  formed  a  chronological
record of my gang-rape.

     There  was  a  note.  "Joan use this diary  to  record  what
happened  to  you during the last  two weeks.   Be  detailed,  be
specific,  record your thoughts and your  feelings.   Bring  this
with you when you come over Monday.  You may keep the 
snapshots. So far you are the only one in your family who has seen them.  If
you  continue to cooperate, we may be able to keep it  this  way.
Sweet  Dreams............. Gloria, Mona, and Denise."

     I  stuffed  the photo's back into the manilla  envelope  and
shoved  it into a  cabinet full of junk that no one  ever  looked
into,  and  stumbled upstairs  sobbing quietly.   Tom  was  sound
asleep  when  I  got there.  For some reason  I   looked  on  his
dresser.   There was one of his business cards with some  writing
on  it,  I took it into the bathroom to read.  It was  a  women's
handwriting,  it   had a phone number, and address,  and  it  was
signed Mona...........

     Not knowing  what could come next, I crawled off to bed.   I
thought  about the day, Tom's  possible relationship  with  Mona, 
čand Gloria's final orders.  I drifted off to  sleep.