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                                              Our First New Home

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My husband and I stood outside of our new home and hugged for a moment before entering for the first time as home owners. It was a nice, large home in a very upscale neighborhood. Lots of stone and brick and like new, inside and out. We had been married for three years and worked hard to save enough money for a good down payment. The monthly payment was large and seemed to stretch out for the rest of our lives, but it was not much more than we had been paying in rent for our small apartment. Actually, with the income tax deduction that we received for the interest on our mortgage we would come out ahead.

My husband, Dave, works for a major aircraft manufacturer. He is an up and coming engineer and he loves his work. He is paid quite well for it too. His hours are long and he has to travel entirely too much. But he tells me that he is just 'paying his dues' and gathering credits towards a more stable life. I didn't like all of the absences, but I understood and I was being patient.

I worked in an office as a low level secretary, well, more of a clerk typist actually. The plan was that I would work a little longer, until the new house was set up and furnished the way we wanted. Then I was to become a housewife, and soon after that, a mother. We figured that if I needed to I could always find another job somewhere. The place I worked now was a terrible place to work. They treated the people badly and there was never a morning that I didn't dread going into work.

My name is Donna. I am 24. Dave is two years older than me. We had met in college and not long after we started dating we each realized that we had found the partner we were looking for. We were engaged within a year and living together in a tiny apartment off campus. I decided that I really wasn't interested in a college degree and my time would be better spent bringing in a little money to make our lives a little easier. So I dropped out of school and went to work. My parents were actually relieved. They weren't rich and had a lot better things to do with the money than buy me a degree in Art History.

We had already started moving into our knew house. Just a few boxes at a time of little stuff. But we had just come from closing on the house. Now it was official, we had just joined that large group of people known as mortgagees. At least that was what we were called on the mountain of paperwork.

We went inside and went through into the backyard and sat down near our new swimming pool. Fortunately the previous owners had left a small collection of lawn furniture. We sat and relaxed and held hands and just enjoyed being home owners. It had been a stressful morning. The idea of being this much in dept with the stroke of a pen was somewhat intimidating.

We couldn't sit for long though. We had the move all planned out. We were going to pack and move everything ourselves in Dave's pickup truck over the next few days. Everything except the bigger, heavier stuff. When the only things left were the big heavy stuff we were going to hire someone to do that for us. Then we would take inventory and see how well our old furniture looked in the new house and what we had to shop for to make it our dream house.

We were anxious to get it over with, so we got up and drove to our apartment which was about a ten minute drive. We already had a lot of boxes packed and we loaded the truck up and then we loaded the car up. We made three trips before we decided to call it a day. We had only been married for three years. You wouldn't think we would have been able to accumulate this much stuff so quickly!

A lot of what we were moving was boxes of books. Dave and I both loved to read and we both had book collections. It didn't take a whole lot of books to make a box heavy.

After our third trip of the day it was late afternoon and we decided to spend the rest of the day in the new house. We had already moved the bed and that had to be put together and I started putting stuff away in the kitchen.

It was hard work, but we were actually enjoying it.

I was startled by the doorbell and went to see who was at the door. When I opened the door I was all but overwhelmed by a large, smiling man. He introduced himself and said, "Hello. My name is Roy. I live right next door. My wife, Ann, just sent me over to tell you that supper is ready. I was ordered not to come home without you."

Dave had come out from the bedroom and he came to the door and I introduced him to Roy. I tried to explain to Roy that we were dirty and sweaty and in no condition to go visiting. He would not be denied. Dave and I looked at each other and shrugged. We stepped out onto the front porch and Dave locked the door and we were escorted next door by Roy.

Roy and Ann were in their mid forties. They were both outgoing, friendly people and we instantly felt welcome in their home. Ann had made lasagna and garlic bread and the smells coming from the kitchen were making my mouth water.

We had left our house so quickly that we hadn't even thought to wash up. Roy showed us to the bathroom and after we washed up we sat down to the best lasagna I ever ate. There was also a most delicious red wine. I wasn't much of a drinker. Not that I had anything against it, I just didn't like the taste of most of the drinks I had tried. But this wine was fantastic.

We ate and drank and talked for a couple of hours. It was like our new house came with best friends! Roy and Ann were both attractive people, both educated and had a book collection that put our own to shame. They also had a hell of a movie collection and a huge plasma TV that must have cost as much as my car!

We thanked Roy and Ann and went back to our messy new house. We quickly put some sheets on the bed and were sound asleep by nine PM.

The next morning, Saturday, we got up early and after a couple of cups of coffee out by the pool we drove back to the apartment with a truck full of the boxes we had emptied last night.

By the end of the day there was nothing left but the big stuff. Dressers and a sofa and love seat and a few large sets of book shelves.

We put things together as much as we could and then on Monday I called a mover and told them what I needed moved and how far it had to go. Because it wasn't much and it wasn't far they squeezed me in on Wednesday and it only cost an arm and a leg.

By Friday, after a lot of late evenings spent unpacking and putting things away we had the house almost the way we wanted it. We decided to buy entirely new living room furniture and we needed dining room furniture since we hadn't had a dining room in our old apartment. We had bought a whole new set of patio furniture and the pool area was now just what we had pictured it in our minds when we first saw it.

On Saturday, as we had arranged a week ago when we were having dinner with the new neighbors, Roy and Ann came over to spend the afternoon around our pool. I had bought some huge steaks and made a nice salad and a potato salad.

At the agreed upon time our neighbors came through the gate between the two back yards and Dave almost choked on his beer when he saw them. Well, when he saw Ann. She was wearing the tiniest, most revealing bathing suit I had ever seen in my life! And it looked very, very good on her.

I elbowed my husband and he reeled his eyes back into his head. Roy was trailing behind, he was carrying a small cooler and he had paused to close the gate. Ann came up and gave us both a hug, totally ignoring our shock at seeing so much of her.

She was sexy and vivacious and if she had not told me her age last week I would have sworn she was still in her twenties. She was in better shape than I was!

There were two little patches covering her nipples and another patch not quite covering her obviously shaved pubic mound. I was wearing a nice, sexy little bikini, but she made me feel like I was fully dressed.

Roy came up and set his cooler down and hugged me and shook Dave's hand. He was slightly more modestly attired in a spandex bikini. I found it impossible to ignore the bulge in the front of his suit. It looked immense.

I don't know what they were drinking, it was in a pitcher, nestled in the ice in their cooler. They told me what it was called but I didn't recognized the name and I don't remember it now. Roy insisted I have a glass of it though, and it was delicious. I wasn't even sure that it had alcohol in it. Roy refilled my glass several times. Dave was even talked into switching from his beer to their special concoction and he seemed to enjoy it too.

We sat and talked. Just like last week, our neighbors dominated the conversation, but it was very pleasant and we almost reached the point that we could ignore the way they were dressed. Right up until Ann asked me how I liked her new suit. I had to admit it was the hottest thing I had ever seen. She told me that she had found it on the internet and ordered several of them. She said that she would love to see me in one, and before I could put a stop to it, all three of them were urging me to accompany her back to her house to try one of them on. Dave seemed particularly anxious to see me in one.

I don't believe that I am any more modest than the average girl on the street. I like to wear miniskirts and tight jeans and sexy tops. I wouldn't call my bikini modest. But I really didn't want to try on one of those extremely revealing suits. Somehow, though, I ended up following Ann through the gate to her back yard and into her bedroom. She pulled out two bikinis which were similar to her own, and a one piece which was even more revealing, if that was possible.

As soon as we were in the bedroom she reached for the catch on my bra and opened it. I felt very self conscious, but I tried to act as though this was nothing unusual. She pulled the strings on the sides of my bottoms and they fell to the floor. I had not been undressed by a woman since my mother did it when I was a little girl. It really felt strange.

Ann turned me around and admired my body openly, complimenting me on my "perky breasts" and my cute butt. I just blushed and tried to reach for one of the suits she had laid out on the bed.

She stopped me and said, "You can't put those on yet, Donna. You have a little problem we have to take care of first."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me into her bathroom. She put a towel down on the toilet and sat me on top of it. By this time you would have thought that I knew what was coming. I guess I had been pretty much running on automatic since Ann took over. I seemed to be incapable of acting of my own free will when she and Roy were around.

Ann sat me down on the towel and before I could scream for help she was kneeling between my wide spread legs and cutting my pubic hair off with a pair of scissors. As she worked she commented on what a beautiful pussy I had. That is not something I had ever heard from another woman before.

She worked quickly and it didn't take long, since I always keep my light blonde bush trimmed close anyway. Soon, my entire patch of hair was just a little stubble. Ann stood up and gathered a razor and some soap and a wet cloth and returned to force my legs open again.

But she wasn't satisfied and she made me stand up and she spread the towel out on the bathroom floor and made me lay down on it. It was like I no longer had a mind of my own! I let her push me down onto my back and she was soon kneeling between my legs again. I was so embarrassed about having anyone other than my husband touch me there, but I said nothing as she rubbed the wet cloth over my genitals and then spread the shaving cream all over the area. It may have been just that I was so self conscious, but she seemed to spend much too much time spreading the cream around my pussy.

She bent down, her face only a foot from my crotch as she slowly removed all traces of my pubic hair. When she used her fingers to stretch out my labia to keep them out of the way a feeling like an electric shock coursed through my body that only deepened my embarrassment.

It got worse though. When I thought that she was done, all of the hair had obviously been removed, she suddenly lifted my leg and pushed it up to my chest and checked the crack of my butt, removing a few stray hairs from there as well.

She rinsed me off with the cloth and patted me dry and helped me to my feet. She stood me in front of the mirror and said, "Beautiful! Don't you think so Donna?! Damn, I wish I looked that young and sweet!"

I was too shocked to speak, but it did look kind of sexy.

She pulled me back into the bedroom and I tried on the two tiny bikinis. It was almost like being naked. And there are only two places I have ever been naked, my bedroom and my bathroom. It was inappropriate to be naked anywhere else.

Before I had a chance to say no, Ann pulled the strings on the second bikini and it fell to the floor. She picked up the little one piece and straightened it out with difficulty. She bent down and made me step into it and she pulled it up over my shoulders and tied it behind my neck. She pulled the two tiny strips of nearly transparent cloth out away from my body and straightened them out and then placed them over my nipples. These two strips of cloth joined just over my slit and became one tiny piece of nearly transparent material which just barely covered my slit. From there a string went up between the cheeks of my ass and then split off to go around my waist and attach to the front of the suit.

Ann was ecstatic. She was gushing about how sexy I looked and insisting that this tiny scrap of material was just made for me.

I could see myself in the mirror and I had to admit it was really hot. Most of the areas that were normally covered by my bikini were now exposed and the stark white skin really drew your eyes. I knew that Dave would love it. I would be happy to wear it for him too, when it was just the two of us. But I never had a chance to tell Ann that I couldn't wear any one of the three of these suits, and especially this last one.

She was pulling me back over to my backyard before I could make her listen to my stutters. I seemed as totally incapable of saying no to this woman as I would have been to my parents.

In less than a minute I was standing in front of Dave and Roy, and the looks of lust in their eyes, while complimentary, were incredibly embarrassing. Both men stood up and Ann turned me around slowly in front of them.

I was certain that Dave would be furious and make me take the tiny suit off. Boy was I wrong! He loved it! He pulled me close and hugged me and told me how beautiful I looked. He made Ann promise to give him the web site where she had gotten it so that he could buy me several more of them.

I was given another large glass of whatever was in the pitcher that they had brought with them. It was really delicious and whatever was in it really helped to calm me down.

As the afternoon went on Roy and Ann continued to lead the conversation, often into areas that made me uncomfortable. They were very open about their sexuality. But it seemed like the more of that drink I sipped the less embarrassed I became.

In fact, after a brief dip in the pool I noticed that the suit was nearly invisible. My nipples and slit were totally on display. And I just ignored it.

Roy made two trips back to his house during the afternoon to refill the pitcher. Dave and I were both a little tipsy.

We took several more dips into the pool during the afternoon. I wasn't even self conscious about my invisible suit anymore by late afternoon. Whenever we were in the pool Roy would tease me and get me laughing and there must have been a dozen occasions that I had to pull the strips of cloth back over my nipples because they had slipped off.

I noticed that Ann was just as playful with Dave and he was having a ball. I also noticed that when we climbed out of the pool the large bulge in Roy's trunks was barely contained. I couldn't help staring, and I couldn't help wondering what that oversized tube of flesh would feel like stroking in and out of my tight pussy. My hand had brushed against it several times as we played in the pool and, I suppose thanks to the drinks I had been sipping all afternoon, I had to really fight the urge to wrap my fingers around it and see just how big it would get if given the chance.

After a couple of hours, we were already on the second pitcher of drinks, Ann stood up and said, "Listen guys, this is silly. Roy and I never wear swim suits and these things don't cover anything anyway, would you guys mind if we took these off?"

Before I could make a sound Dave said, "I think that's a great idea!" Then he turned to me and said, "Come on baby, that thing looks hot on you, but it doesn't really cover anything anyway. Let's go skinny dipping."

I am sure it was the drinks, because I am just not the kind of person that skinny dips. But for some reason I didn't mind at all when Roy stood up and stripped off that small, tight suit he had been wearing, exposing that incredible cock to the sunlight. Then he stepped behind me and untied my suit behind my neck and slid it down over my hips and helped me step out of it while Ann was helping Dave out of his trunks, exposing his more average sized, but erect penis.

I watched in amazement as Ann smiled and put her hand around his cock and said, "Oh my, that's a nice one. Donna, you are a lucky girl indeed. Roy's, as you have probably noticed, is quite large and can take some getting used to."

I was indeed noticing. I was staring at it. I was unable to look away as it twitched and grew slightly right before my eyes. But then Roy picked me up and tossed me into the pool and dove in after me.

We were soon wrestling around in the water again while Dave and Ann sat in the shade and talked, ignoring us.

Roy's hands were all over me as we played around and he even placed my hand around his now hard cock and for some reason I couldn't pull my hand away. I knew it was wrong, I was embarrassed. But Jesus it felt nice! So long and thick and hard and smooth and masculine. I don't know how it happened, but soon I was backed up against the pool wall and his cock was rubbing my slit and somehow my legs opened up and his cock slid into my pussy effortlessly. I was certain that it would be painful, but he went very slowly and gently and our eyes stayed locked on each other and it just felt so damned good.

When Roy started pumping his large organ in and out of me, driving me crazy, I glanced around briefly and saw that Dave and Ann were totally ignoring us. I don't know why I allowed it, I don't know why I didn't stop him. I was terrified that Dave would turn this way and see Roy and it would we be obvious that we were having sex in the pool, not twenty feet away from them.

Roy whispered in my ear, "You don't have to worry about Dave, keep watching."

I kept watching Dave and Ann and I noticed that her hand was moving up his thigh. I was at a loss when she suddenly stood up and dropped her chair cushion at his feet and drop to her knees and in an instant she had his hard cock in her mouth. I didn't know what to feel. I was relieved because now he couldn't be mad at me. I was also surprised to find that watching them was very arousing. And I was loving the cock which was slowly pounding my pussy into submission.

Roy saw that I was about to start getting vocal and he put his lips over mine and we began to kiss passionately. I knew this was all wrong. We weren't swingers or wife swappers or whatever they were called now.

We were happily married, almost newlyweds in fact. I had certainly never entertained the idea of having sex with anyone but Dave and I was sure he hadn't either.

I couldn't think anymore. I just went with it. It was all too much for me. Strutting around in that tiny suit all afternoon, the sexual conversations, the playing around in the pool, and most of all those delicious drinks, it was all too much. I started screaming into Roy's mouth as I came, one orgasm right after the other. I had never had multiple orgasms before and I was as limp as a rag when I felt Roy finally cum in me with two or three brutal, final strokes which nearly knocked the wind out of me.

After Roy came in me, he left his softening cock inside of me and we turned sideways so that we could both watch Dave and Ann more easily. He was obviously just about to cum in Ann's mouth and she seemed anxious to drink his cum.

Dave tensed up and grunted loudly and I watched Ann's cheeks expand as her mouth filled with cum and then she would swallow and repeat the process. I should have been furious, I was amazed that I only felt aroused as I watched.

I felt the muscles in my pussy clamping down on Roy's large cock and then releasing, and I felt his cock growing again. Meanwhile we watched as Ann traded places with Dave and he ate her to several loud orgasms. They must have known we were watching, and listening, but they acted as if they were all alone.

Roy started walking out of the pool with his cock, hard now, still buried in my oversensitive pussy. He carried me to a nice soft grassy area and laid me down without ever letting his cock come free of me.

Soon he was plunging in and out again, and it was heaven. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensations for several minutes. My eyes were shocked open though, when I felt a hand, and then a mouth on each of my nipples. I looked up and saw Roy above me, supported on his strong arms and Dave and Ann, each with a nipple in their mouth. There must surely have been something besides alcohol in those drinks because I would never have consented to this sort of sexual behavior. But I did now. In fact, it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me and I never wanted it to end.

I put an arm around Dave's neck and another around Ann's and I held on tight as Roy gave me one giant orgasm after another. He finally came again and while I was cumming with him that last time Dave moved his lips up to mine and kissed me, lovingly, passionately. I cannot adequately describe the feelings I had at that time. The love, the arousal, the complete and utter satiation unlike anything I had ever felt before. For some reason I didn't even feel embarrassed anymore.

Roy finally pulled out of me and rose to his knees. Ann took Dave's place at my lips and kissed me lovingly and told me how sexy I was. Then she pulled me up and guided my lips to her husband's cum covered cock. I can't explain how I allowed them to make me do such a disgusting thing. No, that isn't right, they didn't "make" me. They presented me with the opportunity and I opened my mouth and took as much of Roy's cock into my mouth as I could. As I licked and sucked at his cock, Ann was caressing my hair and my face with one hand and her husband's cock and balls with the other. Dave was kissing my neck and my shoulder and toying with my sensitive breast and telling me how sexy I was.

Roy's cock was rapidly growing in my mouth and I was awed by his recuperative powers, not to mention the size of his very large organ, which looked a whole lot bigger when it was right in my face. I let the three of them have total control over me and soon Roy's hard cock was pushing further and further into my wide stretched mouth.

Dave moved his hand down to my very well fucked pussy and easily slid several fingers deep into me while at the same time his thumb rubbed against my sensitive clitoris. I reacted by taking even more of Roy's large cock into my mouth and I felt Ann's hand on the back of my head, urging me to take even more. I didn't think it possible, in fact, I knew it wasn't possible, but suddenly I found myself with my lips stretched to the limit around the base of Roy's fat, nine inch cock! The amazing thing was that I didn't panic. With all of the stimulation I was receiving I was nothing but a sexual puppet at that moment. I pulled back to the tip of Roy's cock and drove back down again. Each time was easier and I was actually feeling pretty proud of myself.

I felt his cock twitch in my throat and I knew that he had begun to cum in my throat, but he pulled back and rested just the tip of his cock on my lips and Ann and I worked together to finish him with our hands.

This was the third orgasm I had given Roy in the last half hour and I was amazed at the volume of cum that filled my mouth and oozed out around his cock. He finally pulled away and I swallowed his load thirstily, something I had never done for my husband.

Once I had swallowed, Ann used her finger to scoop up what had dripped down my chin and feed it to me. I sucked her fingers clean and she pushed me forward to lick up the last few drops on the end of Roy's cock. Then she pulled me back and kissed me again. I had never, until this evening, kissed a woman this way. I had never even imagined that I would. For some reason though, I was enjoying it. I was enjoying everything.

Roy stood up and pulled us all to our feet, one at a time. We walked slowly back to our seats and had another of those delicious drinks.

I cannot explain how we were now able to sit around, totally naked, and talk casually, laugh and joke and be comfortable. I didn't feel the least bit self conscious now, or the least bit guilty for having sex with Roy. I didn't seem to feel the least bit jealous about watching Dave and Ann either.

As the afternoon wore on I was struck that Dave was just as susceptible to direction from Roy and Ann as I had been. We seemed to do anything that they wished, whether it was something that we would normally have permitted or not.

Roy took me twice more before Dave cooked the steaks. And each time was just as magnificent as the first, and the second. And each time, near the end, Ann and Dave came over and joined us.

One time Ann lay down beside me and held my hand and Dave made love to her right beside me as Roy drove me crazy with his large cock yet again. And after each time he took me, I was presented with his cock to clean, which I did without hesitation.

I noticed that after Dave had made love to Ann she got him to eat her pussy clean. Something that I know he would never have done with me.

At a little before five PM Roy suggested that Dave cook the steaks and he promptly rose and started the gas grill. Ann suggested I should set the table and I went in and got the plates and flatware and set the table out on the patio. Then I set out the salads and in ten minutes we were all eating a delicious meal. I noticed that everything seemed so much better this afternoon. The sex was better, the food was better, the drink was fantastic and for some reason I seemed to feel love for the two new neighbors that I was meeting today for only the second time. I found that I wanted to do everything I could to please them.

I guess that's why I didn't refuse when Ann pulled me out on to the lawn again and laid me down on a lounge cushion and started making out with me. We kissed and touched and I was a willing participant. I followed her lead and did all of the wonderful things to her that she was doing to me.

As we made love I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the guys were standing nearby, watching with new erections as Ann turned around and for the first time in my life I tasted another woman's pussy. I cannot explain why, but I felt compelled to please her and I licked and sucked avidly at her pussy and, I loved it!

We both had several orgasms before Roy pulled us apart and pulled me to my knees and took me from behind. While Roy fucked my more than willing pussy, Dave knelt in front of me and I sucked his seven inch cock easily into my throat. It just seemed that every time I thought that things couldn't get more exciting, Roy and Ann showed me how wrong I was.

Dave soon came in my mouth and for the first time I swallowed it gladly. He fell away then, and watched as Roy pulled me up onto my knees and held me close to his chest, squeezing my breasts and pulling on my nipples and fucking me violently from behind.

He came again and without even being asked I waited for him to release me and then I swiveled around and took him cum soaked cock down my throat. He patted my head and told me how good I was and as I sucked him clean, in the back of my mind there was a nagging feeling that I should be resisting everything that was happening, but I didn't. I squashed that feeling and glowed with the praise Roy was giving me.

What came next was the most amazing thing that happened all night. When I had cleaned Roy's cock and balls he pulled away and ordered me to lay on my back and spread my legs. I obeyed immediately and then I watched in amazement as Ann led Dave between my legs and guided his head down to my dripping, cum filled pussy.

My eyes got wide as, without hesitation, Dave greedily ate Roy's cum from my pussy. While he was doing that Roy knelt over my head and suggested that it would be nice if I did the same thing to his asshole. And I did!

Dave ate my pussy until I had another orgasm, then we all got up and went back to the patio. Ann suggested I clean up the table and they all sat down and watched me as I obeyed without question.

When I had cleaned up the patio and the kitchen I came back out and I was given one more drink. As we sat around naked and relaxed they again dominated the conversation, telling us what a great time we had. For some reason that didn't strike either Dave or me as strange.

They told us that they were going home now, it was getting late. They suggested we get a good nights sleep because they had a lot of fun planned for tomorrow.

For some reason we just accepted that. We kissed them both goodnight. I mean that! Both of us kissed both of them goodnight!

Then we went to bed and cuddled up and went to sleep. I can't ever remember sleeping so soundly either. We woke up earlier than we normally might on a Sunday and took a shower together. For some reason neither of us seemed to have any second thoughts about what happened yesterday. We were smiling and happy and kissing and touching and we felt no regrets, nothing but love.

After our shower we went into the bedroom and started to get out some clothes to wear when out of the blue Dave said, "We don't need these. I like being naked. Don't you?"

I thought about it for a second and realized that I did. I liked being naked, a lot! So we went out to the kitchen and I made breakfast while Dave got the coffee going. Then we took our breakfast out to the patio and ate.

As we ate I looked around the backyard and thought of everything that had happened last night. I felt a twinge of something, I'm not sure what. Deep down I knew that what we had done was wrong and totally out of character for both of us. And as the morning wore on it started to weigh on me more and more.

At about ten Ann came over and she had a glass in each hand. It was that same drink we had been given last night. She gave Dave and I each one and told us to drink up. I tried to tell her that I don't drink in the morning but she just smiled and said, "Silly girl, of course you do! You do whatever I want you to."

I knew that I really didn't want to drink the drink in my hand. But I also knew that I had to. I sipped it down and soon the doubts were gone and I didn't even remember having them.

Ann sat down and we joined her at the table. She was fully dressed and we were still naked, but for some reason that didn't bother either of us. In about fifteen minutes Roy came over and handed Dave a couple of cases of beer and told Dave to put them on Ice. He said that he had enjoyed meeting us so much that he wanted some of his friends to get acquainted with us too. They would be dropping by shortly.

I started to get up to go get dressed and Ann said, "Where are you going, dear?"

I explained that I needed to get dressed but she said, "Oh no, dear. You look beautiful just the way you are. Roy's friends are going to love you just like that. Besides, you really are much more comfortable naked, aren't you?"

I found myself saying yes, without even thinking about it.

I started to return to my seat but Roy pulled me over into his lap instead. I sat down without the slightest hesitation and just enjoyed the feeling of his hands as he groped my breasts and fingered my pussy. He pulled his finger out of my pussy and held it up to my face and smiled and said, "Yeah baby, you're ready for more fucking, aren't you?"

I smiled and nodded my head, then he held his fingers to my lips and I eagerly sucked them clean. Soon strange men started wandering through the gate that Roy had left open. For some reason it didn't bother me at all that I was put to work serving them drinks and moving among them and letting them touch me and kiss me and do anything they wanted. I don't know how many men showed up. By late evening it seemed like the backyard was full of people. Ann had brought another pitcher of those drinks over and Dave and I had several more during the afternoon.

Then, around five PM, I think, Roy led me out to a blanket that had been spread out on the grass. I noticed two men standing nearby with large, professional looking cameras which were both pointed right at me. But I didn't mind.

Roy kissed me for a moment and then he said, "Guys, watch this, you aren't going to believe it!"

Then he pushed me to my knees and opened his pants and I helped him push them down to his knees. He patted my head and said, "OK Donna, show my friends what a good cocksucker you are."

For some reason I was anxious to do just that. I started licking and kissing his cock and balls and then I took it into my mouth and in no time at all I had it down my throat and his pubic hair was tickling my lips. I started caressing his balls lightly with my fingers and taking his cock in and out of my throat as rapidly as I could.

I could hear the comments around me as the men watched in wonder as I took Roy's huge cock into my little mouth and swallowed it so enthusiastically. Roy didn't last as long this time as he had yesterday. He came pretty quickly, in fact and I felt kind of cheated as he pulled his slowly softening cock out of my mouth. He saw the look of disappointment on my face and he patted my head and said, don't worry baby, all of my friends are here and they want to see that you have all of the cock you will ever want. You ready for more?"

I was, for some reason. I wanted lots more! I shook my head eagerly and Roy stepped out of the way. Then it started. It started at five PM and from then until two in the morning I had cocks in me. Sometimes it was just one at a time. Sometimes two. Usually the men fucking my mouth would cum down my throat, but sometimes they pulled out and sprayed my face. When they did Dave was right there to lick my face clean.

After every two or three times they came in my pussy I was laid down on my back and Dave licked me clean, or he was put on his back and I was made to straddle his face and he would lick and suck the cum out of me. Half way through the night, while I was eagerly sucking on yet another large cock, someone started forcing a finger into my ass. It was covered with something cold and it went in fairly easily. I didn't even think to tell them to stop. I didn't know why. I would never let Dave even see my asshole, much less touch it!

The men were watching avidly as the man behind me put one, then two, and finally three fingers into my ass and stretched me out. Then his fingers withdrew and I felt the head of his cock pushing into me.

It hurt like hell, but I didn't even consider trying to escape him. I continued to concentrate on the cock in my mouth as the man behind me plundered my ass to the amusement of the gathered crowd.

From then on the men seemed to alternate between my ass and my pussy. Except for those times when they used both at once. The first time, I was made to straddle a cock and take it into my pussy and then the man, a large black man, I noticed for the first time, pulled me to his chest and held me tight while another man knelt between my legs and forced his cock into my ass. I was screaming in pain so to shut me up someone filled my mouth with cock again. That happened several more times that evening, I am not sure exactly how many though. Everything was kind of a blur. The thing that stood out most in my mind was Dave licking me clean, over and over. I couldn't figure out why he would do that. He had a vacant look on his face, as if he wasn't even aware of what he was doing. But I was too busy to pay a lot of attention to him.

About once an hour Ann would come over with a glass of that delicious drink and Dave and I would gulp more of it down quickly and then return to our duties.

I came to the realization that I was all alone around two AM and I slowly and painfully got to my feet. I walked over to the where Ann and Roy were sitting on the patio. I didn't even question seeing Dave on his knees sucking Roy's cock all the way down his throat. I stared at him for a moment and then Ann directed me to kneel in front of her. I started to kneel on the cement but she stopped me and dropped a cushion at her feet. Then I knelt and she pulled her skirt up and I ate her for a long time as she had several orgasms. I heard Roy cumming in Dave's mouth behind me and we were both allowed to rest finally. But only for a minute. The men that had been filming the entire evening needed to be satisfied before they left.

Dave sat passively at Roy's feet while I was led back out to the blanket and the two men took turns fucking my ass. When each one finished I sucked him clean and then I was led back to the patio and given a last drink from the pitcher.

I was exhausted. Under normal circumstances I would have been dying to take a shower and go to bed. But there was nothing normal about what was happening to us. We just didn't realize it.

Roy and Ann finally stood up and told us that we could go to bed as soon as we cleaned up the back yard. Then they left and Dave and I stood and looked around at the incredible mess. There were empty beer cans and bottles everywhere. I noticed several large pizza boxes too. It occurred to me that we had not eaten since breakfast, but I suppose that both of us had a stomach full of cum. Maybe that was why we weren't hungry. I started gathering up empties while Dave went into the garage and came back with a box of trash bags. It took us an hour to clean up the yard, then we were finally able to go to bed. I don't know if it was because we were so tired, or because Ann hadn't told us to, but we didn't even shower first. We just cuddled up, smelling of cum, and went to sleep.

When the alarm went off three hours later we struggled up with great difficulty. My entire body was sore. My breasts were black and blue and so were my thighs. But the pain in my ass and my pussy was what got my total attention. I was just about to call in sick. I had taken a shower hoping that would help, but it didn't. I went out to the living room and reached for the phone when I saw a note leaning up against the phone. I picked up the note and saw that it was from Ann.

It was short and sweet. It said, "Dave and Donna, we had a great time last night. Looking forward to seeing you after work. Come over after supper, we have something to show you. From now on, neither of you will be allowed to wear underwear. And we want you to wear something sexy, Donna. And no calling in sick. Love, Ann"

I took the note back in and handed it to Dave as he was getting dressed. We looked at each other for a moment and then he undressed and removed his underwear. Whatever it was that had come over us, that had made us submit to all of things that we had over the weekend was starting to wear off. We were aware of what we had done and that it was totally out of character. We were just now starting to be embarrassed by it. But whatever it was that made us do what our neighbors told us to do still had enough of a hold over us that we dressed as we were instructed and went to work after a quick breakfast of cereal.

I can only imagine what kind of day Dave had. Mine was totally awful. First of all I was dressed much more sexily than normal. And as I sat down and tried to do my work the events of the weekend flashed through my mind all day. I was torn between total humiliation and arousal. But as the day wore on and whatever it was that had taken control of us wore off, there was more and more humiliation and less and less arousal.

Around three o'clock I had to run to the bathroom and lock myself in a stall and I cried for several minutes before I could finally pull myself together. I finally dried my eyes and went to the sink and washed my face and fixed up my makeup. I returned to my desk and I got a call from my supervisor asking me to come to his office.

I stood up and walked to the corner of the large room with all of the little cubicles that us worker bees were confined in. Mr. Jefferson's office was in the corner with large glass walls that allowed him to keep his eye on us. I knocked on his door and he looked up and told me to come in and sit down. He got up and closed the blinds on his glass walls and shut his door and then came around and sat on his desk in front of me.

"Donna," he said, "I couldn't help but notice that you have totally ignored the office dress code today. Stand up please."

I stood nervously and looked down at my hands clasped in front of me.

"I apologize Mr. Jefferson, I don't know what I was thinking this morning," I almost whispered. It was embarrassing enough to be called to his office. To be called in for dressing like I was, that was truly humiliating. It didn't help that I feared and despised this man.

He continued to look me over and then he said, "You are wearing a nearly see-through blouse, a miniskirt, and no bra. You are not wearing hose either. What else aren't you wearing Donna?"

For some reason I was compelled to answer him. "I am not wearing any underwear, Mr. Jefferson. I am sorry sir."

He stared at me for a moment, then he slowly extended his hand and gripped the hem of my skirt and lifted it slowly, until my entire abdomen was exposed. And I just stood there and let him. He tucked the hem into my waistband and his hand slid down over my belly to my bare pussy. His gaze went back and forth between my eyes and my pussy. As his finger began to rub over my crease.

"Nice shave," he said. "Close and smooth. You look like a little girl. What are those bruises on your thighs?"

I didn't know what to say. I finally said, "We had a party last night and things got kind of out of hand."

"Yes, I can see that," he said.

As he started moving his finger in and out of my very wet pussy he ordered me to unbutton my blouse. I desperately wanted to turn and run from this room. Instead, I did as I was instructed and unbuttoned my blouse and let it hang open.

His other hand pulled it off of my shoulders and let it slide down my arms. Then he examined my breasts.

"Wow!" he exclaimed. "Beautiful, but they look sore. I don't believe I have ever seen black and blue tits before. That must have been some party. How many men did you fuck?"

"I don't know," I said. I had begun to cry quietly. I couldn't imagine why I was letting him do these things to me. Every fiber of my being wanted to turn and run screaming form this room!

"Is your poor little pussy sore?" he asked, a false note of concern in his voice.

I nodded. It was. As the day went on I had become more and more aware of the aches and pains in my body.

"Well then I won't fuck you today, bitch. I'll let you suck my cock instead."

He stood up and unfastened his pants and dropped them to his knees and leaned back against his desk. I glanced at the door, which was closed but not locked, but I suppose that's his problem. I dropped to my knees and took his already hard cock into my mouth and all the way down on the very first stroke. He loved it and groaned as I sucked his cock just like I learned this weekend. He came so quickly that I wasn't expecting it and almost choked on his cum. He held my head against his stomach and said, "Again bitch!"

So I did. He took longer the second time but it still wasn't very long before he filled my mouth with his cum. He finally pulled me to my feet and then he turned me around and lifted the back of my short skirt to examine my ass.

"Beautiful!" he said. "I want you to keep dressing just like you did today. Now get out of here and go on home."

I looked at the clock on the wall. It was five minutes past quitting time, almost everyone was already gone. I straightened out my skirt and put my blouse back on and buttoned it up and went to my desk to get my purse. Then I walked to my car in a daze.

I drove home. I must have. I found myself parked in my driveway. But I don't remember the drive at all.

I went inside my new house and went to the bedroom and undressed and took a shower. Then I collapsed on the bed and cried my eyes out. I finally got up and put on some loose clothing and went out to the kitchen and started supper. Unless he called to say he was going to be late I counted on Dave being home by 5:30.

He came in just as supper was about ready and he came into the kitchen and hugged me close and asked, "What the hell is happening to us?"

I leaned against his chest and started crying and replied, "I don't know. Roy and Ann, they did something. They drugged us or something, they must have. Oh god Dave, it was awful. This whole day was awful! I kept remembering things that happened, but even now, I still can feel it. They ordered us to come over after dinner, and I have to go. I don't know why, but I have to."

Dave held me close and said, "Yeah, I know. Me too. I know what you mean about remembering things. All day long I kept remembering the things they made us do last night, hell, all weekend! I kept getting sick to my stomach and I wanted to go home. But I remembered that note and I couldn't leave. But this stuff is wearing off, whatever it is. We just have to make sure we don't eat or drink anything when we go over there tonight."

I nodded and served supper. We ate slowly, neither of us was anxious to go next door. After supper I cleaned up and Dave put on some casual clothes and we went next door. We knocked on the front door and Ann finally came and opened it for us. We started to enter but she stopped us.

"Take off your clothes before you come in," she ordered. "From now on you don't come over here with clothes on unless we tell you to, OK?" She was talking in a friendly, welcoming voice, but she was talking down to us, like an adult talking to a four year old.

We both shook our heads and undressed quickly, standing under the bright lights on the front porch. I heard cars driving down the road come to a stop. But I didn't have the nerve to turn around and look.

Ann finally let us enter, with our clothing in our hands. We dropped our clothes on the chair when she instructed us to do so. Then we followed her into the TV room. Roy was in there talking to the two men who had been doing the camera work last night.

Roy pointed to the two shot glasses on the table and ordered us each to drink one down. Dave pleaded with him not to make us drink it, but he just smiled and watched. He already knew that we would obey.

I had tears in my eyes as I picked up one of the glasses and tossed it down quickly. I suppose that this was what was in the drink we had been consuming all weekend. But without the fruity drink to camouflage the taste it was terribly bitter. Dave and I both made faces as we forced the stuff down and then sat the glasses back down.

"Don't worry," Roy said. "Only one of those every evening for the rest of this week and that's all."

"What is it?" I asked. "What are you doing to us?"

"Why, I thought it would be obvious, Donna. It is a drug that the pharmaceutical company I own has developed to treat depression, which has an amazing side effect, as we recently discovered during the testing. It removes your free will. You lose the ability to refuse anyone anything. I mixed in a small dose of an experimental aphrodisiac over the weekend to make everything that happened a little more palatable. But we don't really want you to enjoy yourself too much. It is more fun for us when you do things you don't want to do because you don't have any choice. We have learned that seven doses of the drug makes the changes in your mind permanent. So that you have hope, I need to point out that there is an antidote, and if we ever tire of you we will probably make it available to you. But until that time, I am afraid that you will both find yourselves compelled to obey any order, or even mild suggestion, from anyone. You will be totally unable to control it."

"You have probably noticed that as the day went on the effects began to wear off. By the end of the week that won't happen. You have also noticed that the aphrodisiac has worn off my now. If I am a good mood I may give you more when I think it is appropriate. But mostly it turns me on to think about how much you hate what you have to do."

Dave and I stood there stunned while Roy and his two friends stood up and undressed. They sat back down, Roy and one of the camera men were sitting side by side on the huge sectional. I watched as the man beside Roy ordered Dave to lay down beside him and stretch out with his face in the man's lap. I was ordered to do the same thing to Roy. When I was laying with my mouth around Roy's cock I could feel the hair on the top of my head brushing up against Dave's.

Ann picked up the remote control and turned on the huge plasma TV. As soon as it came on she started a DVD. It was from the party last night. Now, without the haze from all of the alcohol and drugs, I could see how many men had been there. I couldn't count them, there were too many and they kept moving around. I also saw that licking me clean had not been the only indignity Dave had been subjected to. Several of the men required him to suck them off and two men even fucked his ass. I hadn't known about that.

Roy said, "I suppose you are wondering how many men were there last night."

I murmured a response around his fat cock.

"Well, I was a little disappointed at the turn out. I invited an even one hundred men, but only eighty-four showed up. Some men have trouble getting out of the house on Sunday evening. But to make up for it, nearly half of them fucked you twice. You were a big hit Donna. The guys loved fucking a sweet, young, drugged housewife. It really turned them on. Just like it is me now. Go ahead and use your hand now. I'm ready to cum. But don't close your eyes. There is a camera pointed at us right now, I will know. I don't want you to miss a minute of the movie these two gentlemen worked so hard on."

I started massaging Roy's cock with my hand and in moments he was filling my mouth with his hot, nasty cum. It was harder now, without the aphrodisiac. The vile fluid seemed to burn my throat as I forced myself to swallow.

When Roy was finally satisfied he pushed me away and the other camera man called me over. He was sitting near Dave's feet with an erection. He ordered me to sit on it and ride it, but not to take my eyes off of the TV.

As I bounced up and down on the man's cock, I felt my breasts swaying painfully, but Roy seemed to find that amusing. When I tried to support them with my hands he ordered me to put my hands down.

Roy asked me if anything unusual had happened today and I was forced to tell him all about what happened with my supervisor. When I finally finished telling them about it they all had a good laugh. The man that was getting sucked off by my husband finally stiffened and held Dave's head tightly and came in his mouth.

Dave gagged a little, but managed to keep it down. As soon as the man pushed him away, Ann called him over and ordered him to put his head under her skirt and eat her out. Roy stopped her though. "No, wait for few minutes Ann. Donna's first ass fuck and her first triple penetration are just coming up. I would hate for poor Dave to miss that."

I watched in horror, remembering the awful pain, as some stranger lubricated my asshole in front of the large crowd and then forced his cock into me. I could hear my screams which were quickly muffled by a large cock.

The movie had been severely edited. It showed everyone that was there last night as they fucked my face and my pussy and my ass. It showed the beginning and the end of every fuck. But a lot of the middle was cut out for the sake of time. The entire orgy had lasted nine hours. There was a complete record of the evening on a collection of four DVDs which would be available for sale, as would the highlight version which we were watching.

As we watched Dave was ordered to go around and suck on Roy's cock to get him hard again. He informed me that he had not had the opportunity to use my ass last night and he was going to do that while Dave ate out his darling wife. We continued to watch the TV. The man I was sitting on finally came and I was ordered to get down and clean him off, without taking my eyes from the screen.

As I sucked him clean we got to the part of the movie where I was had three cocks in my body for the first time. I held the man's cock in my mouth and stared at the TV as they showed me in detailed close-ups being penetrated by three large cocks. We all watched until that scene passed.

As soon as the orgy moved on Roy, called me over and bent me over a large hassock and started playing with my ass. Dave, meanwhile, was between Ann's legs with his head up her skirt and eating her out.

Roy started probing my ass, at first with only the moisture from my pussy, but later he started using a lubricant. When he had three large fingers inside of me I could hardly breath it hurt so bad. He continued to force his fingers into me and stretch me out for a long time. Then he moved up behind me and started forcing his large cock into me.

At first I just whimpered in pain. But as he continued to force himself into me I started sobbing and crying loudly and begging him to stop. I pleaded with him to please take it out, promising him anything.

His response was to reach around me and hold onto my sore breasts and start fucking me violently as I screamed in pain. I heard him whispering in my ear, "Yeah baby, scream for me. Let me hear your pain. God that feels so fucking good. Every hole in your body is hot. Too bad I can't fuck your ear, bitch. Fuck! Your ass feels like a vice around my cock, you sexy cunt."

It seemed to last forever. Eventually my ass got numb and I found myself able to breath again. I heard another scream and looked around saw that one of the men was fucking Dave's ass while he ate out Ann.

After Roy fucked my ass the other camera man fucked me there too. Afterwards I sucked them both clean. Then I remained bent over the hassock and watched the TV. But I couldn't avoid seeing Dave out of the corner of my eye as he finished off Ann and then the man fucking his ass came. He was then forced to suck the man clean just as I did.

Before they let us leave we had to lick each other clean and then suck each other off. I didn't think I could cum, but at last I did. It was the first time I had an orgasm tonight, but I didn't enjoy it.

We were given a copy of the movie and told to keep it playing on our TV at home and leave it running in a loop. They warned us that they had better never hear of it being off. Then we were allowed to leave. I asked Ann if we could use the back door from now on.

She thought about it for a moment and went to talk to Roy, I assume.

She came back in and smiled and said, "Roy said that you can start using the back door next week. But this week you need to learn humility. Now remember, be here right after supper tomorrow. One last set of instructions. You cannot talk about this to anyone but yourselves. You cannot ask for help from friends, family, strangers or police. Now, go! Go home and think about all the fun we are going to have with you."

We grabbed our clothes and made a dash for our front door. It was dark now, though, and we didn't see anyone.

We rushed inside and took a shower together. We cuddled together in bed after we dried off and brushed our teeth repeatedly. We tried to come up with some options, some way out of this dilemma. By the end of the week when this stuff became permanent, we would have to come up with something.

I looked at the time and it was too late to call my parents. I resolved that first thing in the morning I would call my mother and find out just how effective this drug was. We finally went to sleep, I cried myself to sleep.

In the morning we took another shower and I picked out another miniskirt and another top that was totally inappropriate for the office. I made breakfast and then sat at the phone and called my mother. My mother didn't work outside the home, but she got up early to have breakfast with my dad. She was concerned because I never called her early in the morning. But I found myself calming her and assuring her that everything was fine. I found myself totally unable to tell her why I called.

I started to leave for work. Dave had already left. As I was locking the front door Ann came over and said, "You tried to disobey me. You called your mother to ask for help. Today you take the bus to work."

I had never taken the bus. I had no idea what the schedule was. I knew where the bus stop was, I had seen people waiting at the corner at the end of our street. I checked to make sure I had money and then walked rapidly to the bus stop.

When I got there I saw the bus stop sign, but no schedule. I had no idea what bus to take. I got on the first bus that came and asked the driver how I could get to my office and he told me to get on. He was very nice and quite patient. He explained as he drove away that I would have to transfer at Foster Boulevard and he told me which bus I needed to take. He also told me how to get home. I paid him and he gave me a transfer and he told me he would call to me when it was time for me to get off the bus.

I went to an empty seat and moved in to sit by the window about four rows back from the driver.

At the next stop three rowdy young teenagers got on the bus, threw their change into the glass money bin beside the driver and started back towards me. The largest of the boys was in front and when he spotted me his eyes lit up. He sat down beside me and crowded up against me. His two friends sat right behind us.

As soon as the bus moved away from the bus stop, the boy's fingers were tracing a circle on my thigh. When I didn't object, he put his hand down over my thigh and quickly moved it up to rest against my naked pussy. When he realized I wasn't wearing panties he turned his head back to his companions behind us and whispered, "Hey guys, check this shit out!"

One of his buddies stood up and stood in the aisle beside us and the other stood and leaned over the seat. While they watched, the boy beside me slowly slid my skirt up to my waist and displayed my pussy to his friends. I felt the blood rush to my face as I sat in the bus seat, helpless and totally humiliated. These boys were no more than sixteen if they were that. The two boys watched as their friend started probing my hairless pussy. I could only be grateful that they were at least being quiet to avoid drawing attention to what they were doing. As the boy beside me played with my pussy the boy behind me reached around and pushed his hand inside my loose blouse and started playing with my breasts. All I could do was sit there and cry.

The bus came to a sudden stop and I heard the driver open the doors and get out of his seat and come charging back towards us yelling at the kids to get the hell off of his bus.

Once the boys were running down the sidewalk the driver asked me if I was alright. I quickly covered my crotch and pulled my blouse together and nodded, too ashamed to look him in the eye.

He leaned down and said, "I'm sorry about that, you should have said something. You get off at the next stop, are you sure you are OK?"

I whispered a thank you and nodded, still unable to meet his gaze.

When the bus got to the next stop I scurried out the center door and didn't take a deep breath until it had moved on. I started watching for the bus the driver had told me would take me to my office and it was the next one to arrive. As I was climbing on I heard someone yelling, "There she is!" I looked down the street and saw the three teenagers that had molested me running to catch the bus. But they didn't make it. As soon as I was on board the driver pulled away.

I told the driver where I was going and explained that I wasn't familiar with the bus system and asked him if he would please tell me where I needed to get off. I was finding that when you were a pretty woman in a nearly see-through blouse, most men will do just about anything for you. He smiled and nodded and I worked my way back into the bus.

This bus, unlike the first one, was full. All the seats were taken and most of the places for passengers to stand and hang on were also in use. I found a pole I could hang onto and tried my best to stand still as the bus sped up and braked, sped up and braked through rush hour traffic. I noticed that nobody looked at anyone else and for awhile it was like being alone in a full bus.

That feeling went away when I felt a hand on my calf. A man in the seat beside me was touching my calf. At first I thought it was an accident. It would brush up against me and then move away. Then come back, almost as if the movement of the bus was causing it.

But when I didn't move the man's hand came to rest on my calf and rubbed it gently. When I still didn't react he became much bolder. His hand slid up the inside of my leg, slowly, teasing me, and teasing him I suspect. Until, just like the three teenagers had discovered earlier, he found that I was not wearing underwear. His hand pressed between my legs, which were splayed slightly so that I could maintain my balance in the moving bus. So he had free access to my pussy.

He took full advantage and was quickly pushing two fingers in and out of my wet hole. I did the only thing I could do. I closed my eyes and listened for the driver to tell me that we were at my stop. I couldn't understand though, why something that was so humiliating could be so stimulating. If I had not been informed of my stop when I was, if I had had to go one stop further, I would surely have had an orgasm at that man's hands. And I never even saw his face.

I got off the bus and rushed to my office nearby. The first thought that went through my mind was to wonder if busses were always a hotbed of sexual molestation. The second was to look at my watch and realize that I was ten minutes late. Mr. Jefferson was going to have a field day with that.

I rushed to my desk, but when I looked up I saw Mr. Jefferson watching. I was busted.

I put my purse away and as soon as I sat down he was on the intercom calling me into his office.

I rushed to his office and knocked on his open door. He waived me in, he was on the phone with someone else as I came in. As soon as I was inside he hung up the phone and stood up. I apologized for being late. I told him that I had to take the bus this morning and that I had not been familiar with the schedules.

He looked me over, approving of my outfit, obviously. He asked, "Is your car broken down? You know that is not an acceptable excuse."

"No sir," I said.

"Then why did you have to take the bus?" he asked.

I was having trouble breathing. I wanted desperately to make something up, but I was unable to do anything but answer with the truth.

I moaned at the effort to find some way to say this that wouldn't reveal my dilemma, but I couldn't. Finally I said, "My next door neighbor made me take the bus as a punishment."

Just then the door opened and Mr. Taylor, who was Mr. Jefferson's boss, came in and closed the door.

Mr. Jefferson invited him to sit down and turned back to me and asked, "Why are you allowing your next door neighbor to punish you?"

This presented a terrible dilemma. I was not able to lie or refuse to answer. Yet I had been ordered not to tell anyone about my situation and ask for help. Then I realized, I would get no help from Mr. Jefferson. I was able to answer him after all. It was almost a relief. Well, a relief heavily tinged with terror.

I tried to organize my thoughts and then I said, "My husband and I are being given a drug by our next door neighbors. Because of this drug we have to do whatever we are told. We have no free will. This morning I tried to call my mother and ask for help, even though I was ordered not to. Somehow my neighbor found out and ordered me to take the bus to work as punishment."

Mr. Taylor asked, "Why are you able to tell us and not your mother?"

"Because," I answered, "I know that you won't help me."

Mr. Taylor smiled and said to Mr. Jefferson, "Dean, I believe you have struck gold!"

Mr. Jefferson walked over to the blinds and closed them. Then he locked the door. He turned to me and said, "Today's the big day Donna. I have wanted to get my dick in you since I first laid eyes on you. Now get those clothes off, and it's OK if you take your time."

The men looked at each other and grinned widely, then turned to watch me as I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off. I tossed into the chair beside me and then I removed my miniskirt. I slipped my shoes off and slid them under the chair and then waited for whatever was going to be next.

Mr. Taylor stood up and removed his suit coat and set it aside. Then he had a sudden inspiration and he pulled out his cell phone and made me pose for several lewd pictures. He set the phone down beside him and pulled his pants and shorts down past his knees and then picked up the phone again and ordered me to my knees in front of him. I moved into position and took his cock into my mouth. It was large, but not as large as Roy's, so I had no trouble taking it into my throat as he took pictures with his phone.

While I was sucking off Mr. Taylor, Mr. Jefferson took the opportunity to explore my ass and my pussy with his soft sweaty hands. Mr. Taylor came quickly, calling me all kinds of dirty names while he did. I gathered that he had never been taken into anyone's throat before and he found it to be particularly stimulating.

As soon as Mr. Taylor pushed me away, Mr. Jefferson ordered me to stand facing his desk. He walked up behind me and bent me over his desk and forced his cock into me with no preliminaries. I grunted in pain and he chuckled at my discomfort.

He fucked me brutally, it was truly a rape in every sense. And as he raped me he talked quietly, telling me how much fun we were going to have from now on. Calling me nasty names, telling me that I was now the official office whore. All I could do was lay my head on his desk and cry quietly until he finished.

He fucked me for a good fifteen minutes before he grabbed my hips roughly and slammed into me two or three more times and then filled me with his cum.

I waited for him to pull away and then I dropped to my knees and sucked him clean.

"Do you always have to do that?" he asked, obviously amused.

"Yes sir," I answered.

Mr. Taylor stood up and ordered me to bend back over the desk. He was hard again and he wanted to try out some of my "sweet young pussy" for himself. Mr. Taylor appeared to be in his late fifties and he was morbidly obese. I couldn't decided if I was rooting for or against him having a heart attack.

After Mr. Taylor came in me I cleaned him up and then they turned me around and looked at my abused pussy.

Mr. Taylor said, "Still looks like a nice tight cunt to me. But she can't even go to the restroom leaking cum like that."

Mr. Jefferson said, "Yeah, she'll be dripping cum all over the office."

Mr. Taylor said, "Well, there's only one solution. Donna, scoop that nasty mess up with your fingers and eat it."

They probably thought I would be upset. They didn't know how much cum I had been forced to swallow in the last three days. I wasn't phased in the least by the few little fingers full of cum these two old farts had deposited in my pussy.

I scraped it up and brought it to my mouth and licked my fingers clean several times, until they were satisfied. Then I was ordered to dress and get to work. I was informed that I would be working an hour overtime to make up for the ten minutes I was late and the fifty minutes that they had been fucking with me.

I dressed quickly and made my way to my cubicle and tried to concentrate on my work. I realized, after a while, that the harder I worked, the more I concentrated on my computer, the less time I spent dwelling on the hell I found myself in.

During my lunch break I called Dave and told him that I would be at least an hour late getting home and telling him not to worry. He asked what was wrong, but I couldn't tell him in here. People in the other cubicles can overhear conversations easily. I told him I would explain when I got home.

I was left to my work for the rest of the day. Until everyone had gone home. I still had an hour to make up. I thought that was terribly unfair, but then, that didn't really matter did it?"

I expected Mr. Jefferson to call me to his office again before I left. Instead, I was working at my computer when the janitor stopped in my cubicle. He never said a word. He just unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his long, black cock and said, "Suck it, bitch."

I had been working so hard that I hadn't even heard him until he spoke. I spun around in my chair, startled and saw his large black cock hanging out of his pants. I looked up at him and he just stood there waiting. As I leaned forward to take him into my mouth I saw Mr. Jefferson leaning over the wall of my cubicle, taking pictures with a digital camera.

I felt the janitor's cock growing rapidly in my mouth and soon it was at least as large as Roy's. But it wasn't so much larger that I couldn't take it into my throat. His cries of pleasure as he watched a young white married woman swallowing his cock were very loud in the empty office. They rang in my ears as I sucked as enthusiastically as I had been taught. Because that was the only way I was allowed to do it.

He seemed disappointed when he finally filled my mouth and throat with his slimy cum. He must have wanted it to last a lot longer. Then, without a word he put his cock away and patted me on the head and went back to work, thanking Mr. Jefferson as he went by. Mr. Jefferson was soon sitting on my desk and leaning back while I sucked him off. He apparently found it arousing, watching me suck off the janitor. He came quickly and then zipped up and told me to go home. He told me I had better not be late tomorrow, or things would get really interesting.

I turned off my work station and took my purse out of the drawer and rushed out of the building. I didn't even go to the restroom to rinse out my mouth. I was too anxious to get away.

I went down the block and crossed the street to the bus stop going back toward my house. I knew which busses I needed to catch this time and I was finally able to breath a sigh of relieve when I was safely on the crowded bus.

I had forgotten how eventful my morning commute had been. Before very long it started again. I was standing in a press of male bodies, rocking back and forth with the motion of the bus, when I felt another hand on my leg. I moaned in disbelief. Surely this can't happen to me every time I get on a fucking bus!!!!

I wondered if it was just me. I saw other women scattered here and there throughout the bus. They did not appear to be getting molested. Was there a sign on my back? Or was it because my nipples were visible through my blouse and my miniskirt ended just below my ass?

I stood still as the hand moved up my leg, slowly, but not in the least hesitant. When I had not turned to slap him at the very first touch he must have assumed that I was enjoying his attention. He soon had two fingers sawing into my pussy and I was starting to really enjoy it. I enjoyed it so much that I almost missed the stop where I had to get off to catch my other bus. I rushed off the bus and stood in the dark with several men, all waiting for our busses quietly.

One of the men kept staring at me, but I assumed it was because of the way I was dressed. My bus finally arrived and I got on and handed the driver my transfer. I made my way back to a window seat and collapsed into it in relief at being able to sit down at last. Just like this morning, this bus was not even half full. So I was surprised when a man sat down beside me. I recognized him instantly from the bus stop.

He stared at me for a minute, looking at my breasts, my nipples. Then down at my just barely covered crotch. He smiled at me suddenly and said, "I watched you on the first bus. I saw what that guy sitting beside you was doing. And you just let him!"

I didn't say anything. What could I say?

The driver had turned out the interior lights when the bus started out and now, in just the light from the passing street lights, the stranger beside me reached over and squeezed my breast softly. I did nothing.

That was all the permission he needed. He slowly unbuttoned my blouse to below my breasts and reached in to play with me, squeezing and pulling on my breasts and my nipples for a while before turning his attention to my pussy. He left my blouse gaping open and reached down to lift my skirt up. He stared at my pussy for a moment. Then he said, "Here, hold this out of my way."

I raised my hand and grabbed the hem of my skirt and he reached between my thighs to explore my pussy, which was still very moist from the previous molestation on the first bus.

"You like this?" he asked. "You like letting strange men look at you and touch you?"

I answered that the most honest way that I could, "My body likes it."

He wasn't sure what to make of that. But he really didn't seem to care, he was having fun. He ordered me to put my free hand on his cock and caress it. I was so involved in what I was doing that I didn't pull the chain to get off at my stop. I had to walk back two blocks to my street. By the time I got home it was after six and Dave was worried sick.

We were both too upset to eat but I insisted that we at least have a salad. I didn't want Dave getting weak or sick or something.

While we ate I told him everything that had happened to me today. It took a long time. Finally we couldn't avoid it any longer and we undressed and walked next door. I saw people around, but it was dark and I don't think anyone noticed us.

Ann already had the bright porch lights on and she left us standing there for a long time after we rang the bell. I heard people walk by on the sidewalk while we waited. I knew that they could see us. All we could do is stand there wait, with our back to the sidewalk, and hope nobody noticed.

Ann finally came to the door and let us in. She led us back to the TV room and today it was just the two of them. We gulped down our drugs and then Roy bent me over the hassock again and while he fucked slowly into my pussy, which was wet and relaxed from all of the abuse on the way home, I had to tell them all about everything that had happened to me today. As I described my day, Ann undressed and sat back down and put Dave's tongue to work.

They kept asking embarrassing questions, they wouldn't accept a simple narrative of the events. They wanted details. They wanted to hear all about my emotions, my reactions, the reactions of others, every minute detail.

Ann came several times over the half hour or so that it took me to tell my story. Roy came just before I finished and stayed buried in my pussy while I talked. He started getting hard again just before I finished and started fucking me again.

Ann was finally satisfied and pushed Dave away. Since he had nothing to do, Roy ordered him to crawl between his legs and lick his balls while he fucked me. I saw the pain in Dave's face when he stood up, but he complied, he had to. Just like me he had no choice.

They finally let us go home around eight. We sat in the living room where the DVD of the orgy from Sunday night was playing in a continuous loop on the TV and tried to console each other. But I didn't think I could go on like this for much longer. Suddenly I knew what I needed. I grabbed Dave's hand and pulled him to the bedroom and held him close and said, "I need to be made love to. I am tired of being fucked."

There wasn't a lot of preparation needed. We had been naked for hours and my pussy was certainly well lubricated. I stretched out on the bed and Dave licked his way up from my ankles. I tried to stop him, but he smiled wanly and said, "It really doesn't matter much anymore Donna. All that matters is us, and that we stay together and find some way to get out of this eventually."

He returned to licking his way up my cum drenched thighs and licked me clean. Then he concentrated on my pussy and I started cumming quickly. I spent so much time lately being aroused and stimulated, mostly by total strangers, that I seemed to cum much quicker than I did before this all started.

I had a couple of very nice orgasms before I reached down and pulled Dave up on top of me. We kissed and made love passionately for a long time. When he could finally take no more Dave collapsed beside me and I didn't hesitate to lean down and take him into my mouth and clean him.

We both stank of cum, but we were exhausted, too tired to shower. We fell asleep in each other's arms and I don't think we moved until the alarm went off the next morning.

We showered and I looked for an outfit for today. I didn't have anymore see-through tops, so I pulled out a sundress that had a tank style top which made it necessary for me to wear a vest with it. If I didn't it would billow out exposing my breasts. It was very thin and very short, I hoped it would do. I didn't have anything else that I thought would be acceptable. I would have to do laundry tonight when I got home.

I kissed Dave goodbye and straightened out the kitchen and got ready to leave. I went outside and locked the front door and went to my car. I held my breath with every step, terrified that I would be ordered to take the bus again.

But I made it to the car and drove off and was able to get to work a little early today.

I went to my desk and put my purse away and got right to work. I finished the first document of the day and got that little tone that indicated I had email. Except for interoffice emails about rules and regulations I never get email. I opened the email and saw a huge picture of me, sucking the janitor's big, black cock last night. I looked around quickly to make sure nobody else was nearby and then I scrolled down to see if there was any text.

I scrolled through two more pictures, in the last one I had his cum on my lips and was in the process of licking it off. Then I reached the text. I was ordered to report to conference room one at ten o'clock. I had just closed the email when Mr. Jefferson appeared at my cubicle. He motioned for me to stand up and he inspected my outfit. He frowned, then he reached out and took my vest off of me. He indicated I should turn around.

I turned slowly, aware that the sides of my breasts were exposed almost to my nipples. When I was facing him again he handed my vest back and ordered me not to put it on again. Then he lifted up my skirt and looked at my pussy and smiled. "Beautiful!" he exclaimed. "I have never loved my job as much as I do right now."

"What a coincidence," I thought, "I have never hated my job as much as I do right now."

Mr. Jefferson left me alone and I went back to work. I threw myself into it and almost forgot about my ten o'clock appointment in the conference room. I glanced at my watch and saw that I had two minutes to get there. It was at the other end of the building, but luckily it was on the same floor and I made it at exactly ten. I knocked and was told to enter.

I pushed the door open and saw Mr. Jefferson, Mr. Taylor and two young guys from the mail room.

Mr. Taylor ordered me to lock the door and explained. "I believe you have met Jimmy and Dan, haven't you Donna?"

I nodded dejectedly.

"The reason I have invited you here is that the pictures I took yesterday didn't come out very well. So I wanted to get some good ones with a real camera. I thought they might be more interesting if you were posing with someone and I thought right away of my hardworking crew from the mail room. They really deserve a raise, but since I can't give them one I figured I would let them fuck you today, and any other time they feel like it. As long as their work gets done of course. So today you are going to pose with them and let them have their way with you. And from now on if they have some free time they can call you to their mail room and you can relieve the stress of there job here."

He turned to Jimmy and Dan, both looked like young boys. They were probably high school drop outs that were getting paid minimum wage or less. I doubt if either one is eighteen yet. He said, "Boys, she is all yours, take your time and have fun. Just don't tear the dress. She needs to be able to work the rest of the day."

The two boys headed for me as Mr. Taylor and Mr. Jefferson started taking pictures. Suddenly the boys didn't look so young. They had excited, predatory looks on their faces now. When they reached me they started grabbing and pulling, stripping my dress off quickly and then attacking my flesh. I don't know if they were instructed to do it or not, but they were being very rough and seemed to be hurting me on purpose. I was soon crying in pain and humiliation as they tortured my breasts, pulling on my nipples, pinching my breast flesh, one of them tried to lift me off of my feet by my nipples!

They took turns undressing, one of them hurting me while the other took his clothes off. Then they pushed me down onto the conference table on my back. One of them bent down and started biting my tits, hard. Biting and pulling and making me cry out in pain.

The other lifted my legs up and started eating my pussy. He ate me for a moment, then he worked his tongue down to my asshole and started licking me there. He pushed his tongue inside me and then he pulled his head back and spit on my hole. Then he stood up and pulled me down to the edge of the table and started forcing his cock into my ass.

It hurt, a lot. Spit is not lube and I was not in the least prepared to be fucked in the ass. But I wasn't a virgin there anymore and I was getting used to being hurt by men. Soon he was fucking into my ass brutally while his friend continued to torture my breasts.

All the while I was constantly aware of the cameras coming in for close-ups of my face and my tits and my pussy. It was horrible. The kid fucking me took his time and the other one got tired of torturing my tits and pulled my head towards the edge of the table. When I was where he wanted me he turned my head and started fucking my mouth. He was rough, but he was not that large, so I was able to handle it. But he wasn't satisfied with raping my face. Every few strokes he would pull out and spit in my face, then rub the spit around with his cock before fucking my mouth a for a few more strokes. I suppose he became bored with that because soon he was spitting into my mouth. At one point he was dangling a long stream of spit into my mouth while the two supervisors got some horrible close-ups.

The first boy finally came in my ass and they quickly changed positions. I sucked the first one clean while the other drove into my ass. Fortunately I had brought him close with my mouth and he came very quickly. As he started to cum he reached up and started slapping my tits, hard. I screamed in pain, but I had a big soft cock in my mouth and the sound was muffled.

I was made to clean the second cock and then the boys were told to leave. I was curled up in a ball on the table sobbing, nearly hysterical. But I would get no pity from these two. I heard the sound of belts coming loose and Mr. Taylor moved into position at the end of the table. I started to straighten out but he told me to stay curled up in a ball. He slid me closer to the edge and then he lifted one of my legs until he could access my pussy. He forced his cock into me and then he dropped my leg.

He told Mr. Jefferson to use his camera and get some good pictures of him raping me. They tried to make me smile for the camera, but it wasn't much more than a grimace through my tears. I suspect that would be more exciting for them anyway. They were obviously turned on from watching those cruel boys that they had given me to.

Mr. Taylor finally came in my pussy and after I sucked him clean he stood back and straightened out his clothing. Then he picked up Mr. Jefferson's camera and started taking souvenir pictures for him. I just lay on the table, still curled up in a ball and waited for it to end.

I lost track of time but it couldn't have been long before Mr. Jefferson was filling my pussy with cum. He came around for a cleaning and then they turned me onto my back and both of them took pictures as I ate the cum from my ass and pussy for several minutes. They finally let me get back to work. It was almost lunch time and they informed me that because I had wasted so much time this morning I was going to have to work through my lunch period.

That was fine with me. I didn't want any free time to think about what was happening to me. I went to the restroom and cleaned up as much as I could. Then I worked through the day, praying that the phone wouldn't ring. I was worn out.

I didn't see any of them when I left the building at four. I rushed to my car, appreciating it like I never had before. Just one day on the bus was all it took to make me love this old car.

I drove home and got there at the normal time. I took a quick shower and started to get dressed when the phone rang. It was Dave. He had to work late. He wouldn't be home until eight or nine. We talked for a few minutes and told each other how much in love we were. Then I called Ann. I explained that Dave had to work late and asked what she wanted me to do.

She told me to hang on and in a few minutes she came back to the phone and told me to come on over.

The idea of going over there alone was even more terrifying than going with Dave, though I found myself thinking that it was better if he wasn't there. I hated seeing what they made him do worse than the things that they made me do.

I was already naked so I went out the door and locked up. I walked next door. It was still light out and I saw a couple of teenage boys walking down the sidewalk towards me come to a stop and stare in amazement.

I rang the bell and as usual Ann made me wait for a long time. As I was waiting the boys walked a little closer. Stopping to stare when they were right out front. Ann finally opened the door and instead of inviting me in she ordered me to turn around and waive to the boys.

I sighed deeply, then took a deep breath and turned around slowly. I waived at the two teenagers and they stared for a long time before waiving back. Ann called to them from the doorway and invited them over. They looked like they were afraid that it was some kind of trap, but the chance to get close to a naked woman proved to be irresistible. They made their way slowly up the driveway and stood just off the porch, staring at me.

Ann asked them if they knew of any young men that would like to make a little money mowing lawns. They looked at each other and one of them said, "Yes ma'am, we could use some extra money."

Ann smiled at their enthusiasm and said, "This is my next door neighbor, Donna. Donna needs someone to come to her house on Saturdays and mow her grass. I think you will find it is a fun place to work, because she always dresses like this at home, and if you like you can even get a little sex education while you are there. She told me she thinks teenage boys are very exciting. Isn't that right Donna?"

I looked at these two boys. They were younger than the kids on the bus had been. Probably fourteen or fifteen. I paled at the thought of it, but I could only say, "Yes ma'am."

One of the boys looked at Ann and said, "This is a joke, right? This is a trick to get us in some kind of trouble?"

Ann swore that she was telling the truth, she even had the skeptical one step closer and put his finger inside of me.

If it hadn't been so horrible it would have been amusing. He slowly stretched out a finger, as though he were about to stick his finger in a fire. I spread my legs a little and he touched my slit and his finger slid right in. We stood like that for the longest time and then suddenly the boys friend pulled him out of the way and said, "Let me try that!"

The second boy explored my pussy with his finger for a moment and then Ann said, "OK boys, you can play all you want on Saturday. We have to go in now because my husband is waiting to fuck Donna. See you Saturday!"

The boys sped away, talking quietly between themselves. I looked up to see Roy in the window with a movie camera. Shit! What he already had was bad enough. That little movie could put me in jail. But it didn't really matter, in the grand scheme of things. This wasn't about blackmail, this was about humiliation and abuse. They already owned us.

Still, I wasn't looking forward to two more people with permission to come to my house and do anything they wanted to me. And work, the job I had planned on quitting because it was so bad, had become truly unbearable. But I couldn't tell Ann and Roy how miserable I was. They would just find some way to make it worse.

I followed Ann inside and we went into their backyard. They had a nice pool too. It was bigger and fancier than ours. It even had a waterfall at one end. There was hot tub too.

I looked around fearfully as I stepped outside. Wondering how many people would be raping me tonight. I didn't see anyone else.

I was given my shot glass of bitter drugs which I gulped down quickly. Then I waited while Roy and Ann undressed. I was led out to a chair in the middle of a small tarp in the grass. After Ann sat down I was ordered to tell them all about my day at work. There weren't as many questions this time. I knew what they wanted to hear. When I had told them all about my day, with Roy slowly fucking my pussy as I talked, Ann spread her legs and I was ordered to eat her pussy. While I was doing that Roy continued his nice, long, slow fuck.

Ann came twice before Roy came in my pussy. But after he came he stayed inside of me and I continued to eat out Ann until she had enough. Then she stood up and moved the chair away and went over to the table and picked up their digital movie camera again.

She came over and stood in front of me and ordered me to look at her, and to keep looking at her no matter what. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew they had something on their minds.

I didn't know what was happening at first. I felt something, and it was probably a good thirty seconds before I realized that Roy was peeing in my pussy. I screamed and tried to pull away but he slapped me and ordered me not to move.

Ann continued to film my face as the piss filled my pussy and ran down my legs, pooling on the tarp beneath me.

I cried long after he finally finished and pulled out of me. He stood up and moved around and stared down at me for a minute and then, while Ann moved around for a good close-up, Roy moved forward and ordered me to lick his cock and his balls and his legs clean.

I couldn't see what I was doing, I was sobbing hysterically by the time I finished. Ann finally shut the camera off and then she moved over and whispered in my ear, "Next time it will be in your fucking mouth, you stupid cunt!"

They ordered me to lie down on the piss covered tarp. It was already cool. It smelled terrible, and it was a constant reminder of what had just happened. They ignored me and sat around on the patio and sipped a drink until Dave finally showed up.

He looked at me, worried by my abject appearance. He quickly drank the shot of medicine that had been waiting for him. Then he was ordered to go over to me and piss all over me. they said that once he had done that we could go home.

He looked at me, I saw the anguish on his face. But we both knew that he couldn't disobey an order, no matter how much he wanted to. He stood there for a moment and Ann came closer with the camera.

I saw a small stream of pee dribble out of the end of his cock. Soon it was a stream and it was playing up and down my body. Ann told him to make sure he got my face and I held my breath and waited for it to end.

The stream quickly tapered off and ended. Ann made me stand up in the middle of the tarp and then she ordered Dave to step closer and give me a big hug and a kiss. Then she put the camera away and ordered us to carefully pick the tarp up and take it to our house and clean it and bring it back tomorrow.

We gathered up the corners carefully and Dave gathered in the edges and carried the tarp back to our house. He carried it into the shower and drained it there. Then we rinsed it off and hung it over the shower curtain in the guest bathroom.

I had been instructed to tell Dave all about my day after we got home. We took a quick shower and then we went to bed and he held me while I told him everything that had happened. I had finally figured out that they had our house wired. If not for video, certainly for sound. I fully intended to follow every order. It took another half hour to tell Dave all about my day, including the fact that we now had two teenagers coming on Saturday to do our yard work, as well as anything else they wanted to do.

I held Dave's cock in my hand while I told him my tale of today's woe. As I talked I took note of his cock going up and down as the story progressed. I realized that some of the things that happened to me excited him. That was kind of a relief in a weird way, because I was feeling upset when they turned me on. Now I knew that it wasn't just me.

When I finished my tale I moved down and gave him a loving blowjob. One of the special ones I had been so well trained in over the last four days.

"My god!" I thought. "It has only been four days!"

The next day we got up at the normal time and had our usual weekday breakfast of Bran Checks. Dave left for work at his normal time and I suddenly remembered that I had not done laundry last night. I panicked as I tore through my closet looking for something sexy to wear. I was desperate so I grabbed my favorite little black dress and got my sewing kit out and as quickly as possible I hemmed it up, making a mini skirt out of it. I quickly tried it on and it was immediately obvious that I should have measured more carefully. It was dangerously short. I stood up on a stool in front of the mirror and it appeared that as long as I didn't move, my pussy was covered. I looked at the clock. I had no choice. I had to leave. I didn't dare to be late.

I grabbed my purse and rushed out side, only to run right into Ann. She was smiling sweetly and said, "It is such a nice day, I thought you would enjoy another bus ride today."

I looked at her aghast. I wanted desperately to plead for reason. But I knew better. As I walked away she said, "It's a little breezy today, but don't let that worry you. You are not, under any circumstances, to adjust your skirt or attempt to restrain it in a breeze. Have a nice day sweetheart."

I was frozen to the spot for a second as I digested her latest command. She said, "You better hurry you stupid bitch. You will be standing out there in the breeze for quite a while if you miss your bus."

I came to my senses, such as they were, and rushed up to the end of the street. I managed to get there just as the bus was pulling up. I was lined up with two men to get on, but the man directly in front of me became aware of me and, being a gentlemen seeing a lady in a short skirt, he stood back and allowed me to go first.

There was no question in my mind that he could see my ass as I moved up the steps of the bus. I paid the driver and got my transfer and made my way to an empty seat. I thought I would be smart this time and sit on the aisle so nobody could sit beside me. But the man I had just flashed was not to be so easily denied. He stood beside me and asked me to slide over. So of course I had to.

I slid over, exposing my pussy in the process. And because of Ann's last instructions as I left the house I was unable to pull my dress down over my exposed slit. The man, an older man, perhaps in his early fifties, stared open mouthed at my exposed pussy for several moments before he smiled, accepting the obvious invitation and placed his hand high on my thigh.

As his hand moved up my thigh the bus stopped and another couple of men and a woman got on. They paid their fares and started down toward the empty seats. As the last man to get on at the stop was walking past us, he looked down and saw my pussy and came to a sudden stop.

He stood and stared as the man beside me rubbed my pussy and inserted a finger inside of me, enjoying my obvious discomfort, but confused that I would allow these liberties when I so obviously didn't desire this unwanted attention.

But he didn't question his good luck. He molested me, with an appreciative audience, all the way to my stop. I got off at the transfer point again and both men followed me off.

I stood there, with my tiny skirt blowing up in the wind and exposing my ass and my pussy to anyone who cared to look. And more than a few people were caring to look.

My bus finally arrived and I was again forced to stand because all of the seats were full. I thought that might be an advantage, I was safe from the guys from the first bus. I had forgotten about the people seated.

I was standing beside a seat with two young men in their early twenties staring at my legs. The man who had played with my pussy on the first bus squeezed in behind me and started slowly easing my dress up. As he lifted my skirt he turned me so that my butt was right in the face of the guy sitting on the aisle. When my ass was totally exposed he reached down and squeezed a cheek. With his foot he forced my legs farther apart.

I couldn't bring myself to look at the young men sitting behind me. But I knew that I had their full attention. I could tell the difference in their styles as they explored my ass and my pussy, taking turns and getting rougher and rougher. But the worst thing about it, was when I heard the two women in the seat behind the men talking quietly but urgently, and I knew that they were watching what was happening. Well, no that wasn't the worst thing. The worst thing was when I bit my lips to keep from crying out when I had my orgasm.

We finally got to my stop and thanks to the press of bodies getting out at my stop, no one saw how exposed I was before my dress finally worked its way down over my hips again.

I ran to my office, ignoring my wildly swinging skirt, and was exactly one minute early. I was so relieved I almost cried. Or I was so upset from the bus ride that I almost cried. I am not sure which.

Apparently management was busy today. Mr. Jefferson stood in the door to my cubicle around ten AM and made me pull his cock out and suck him off right there. He must have enjoyed being sucked off with all of those women walking by behind him because he came very quickly.

After that I was left alone until three PM when I got a call from one of the mail clerks ordering me to come to mail room. I stood up and looked around. Mr. Jefferson wasn't in his office, there was nobody to tell where I was going. I left a post it in the middle of my monitor, in case anyone came looking for me, telling them I had to go to the mail room.

I took the elevator down to the basement, which seemed like an appropriate place to keep these two animals. I went to the mail room and knocked on the door. There was big sign on the door which said "Authorized Mail Room Employees Only Beyond This Point!".

One of them opened the door, I didn't know which one was Jimmy and which one was Dan, but it didn't matter.

The kid jerked me inside and locked the door behind me. Then they leaned back and ordered me to undress. Not much to that, I shucked my little black dress off. My ruined little black dress. I tossed it onto a nearby desk and stood waiting for the abuse to begin.

They both pulled out digital cameras and started ordering me into obscene poses.

"Jesus Christ!" I thought. "Everybody and his god damned brother is going to have pictures of me in the nude!"

I assumed all of the poses that their stunted little minds could envision and then the fun started. The one who had been so rough on by tits yesterday picked up his underwear off of the floor and stuffed them in my mouth. Then, as his buddy continued to take pictures, he held my hands together behind my back and secured them with a belt. Then he pushed me down onto my back on top of my arms, and it hurt. I yelled into the gag, but they just smiled.

As it turns out I didn't know what hurt was. The little bastard held me down on my back and picked up an 18" ruler and started beating my tits with it. I was screaming and fighting to escape, but he continued to hold me down and beat my breasts until they were bright red and covered in welts.

I think I finally passed out, because when I next was aware of what was happening to me the little bastard was slapping my face and fucking my pussy with all of his might. The foreplay must have really done it for him, either that or I had been out for quite a while. Because not long after I came to, he started cumming in me, still slapping my face until he was done. He jerked me off of the desk and pushed me to the floor and made me suck him clean. Then he took his belt back and gave me to his friend.

His friend wasn't as brutal, thankfully. He put me back down on the desk, face up, and lifted my legs up, exposing my ass. He fucked my pussy for a minute, then he pulled out and forced himself into my ass. But his dick was not that large, and my tits hurt so bad that I was really distracted. I hardly noticed him down there. He came quickly and after I cleaned him up I was given my dress back and allowed to go back to work.

It was 3:30 when I got back to my desk. It had seemed to take a lot longer than that. I sat at my desk for a minute, catching my breath, then I went back to work.

I was getting ready to leave at four when Mr. Jefferson stopped by. He asked me what had happened in the mail room and when I told him he pulled my dress away from my breasts and took a look. I expected a little pity. I certainly am a stupid cunt. He grinned and took my breasts in both hands and squeezed until I fell to my knees.

I was fighting not to scream and draw attention to myself. Just exactly the wrong thing to do. He looked down at me and shook his head in disgust and said, "Go home you stupid cunt."

I grabbed my purse and made my way to the bus stop again. I stood there in the crowd, looking up only see an approaching bus was the one I was waiting for. At first the crowd sheltered me from the breeze, which was worse in the city streets than it was out in the suburbs. But as people got onto busses I found myself less protected and more exposed to my admiring public.

A man came over and stood beside me and whispered, "Hello cunt."

I didn't see his face, but I recognized his shoes. He was the same man that had made my morning ride so unpleasant. Well, except for that orgasm at the end.

I whispered "Hello," back at him and stood waiting for the abuse to begin again. My only hope was that he would wait until I was on the bus so that the entire city wouldn't be witness to my degradation.

He didn't wait, but he was more discrete as he rubbed my ass through my dress while waiting for the bus. I knew that the people behind me were witnessing his lewd caresses, but I was unable to do anything to defend myself.

Finally my bus arrived and I got on. It was crowded, as usual, and I grabbed onto a grab bar and held on. But my tormentor wasn't satisfied. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to the rear of the bus. He squeezed in to the very back seat beside three men who, at first, totally ignored him. They took quick notice, however, when he pulled me down onto his lap, exposing my pussy to all four of them.

He was content to hold me like that for a few minutes, sharing the view of my pussy with his seatmates. But he wasn't content for long. I felt him slowly lowering the zipper in the back of my dress. I bit my lip and shook my head. Silently begging him to stop.

One of the men beside me coughed and startled me and I looked up to see them staring at me in disbelief. One of them, the closest, reached up and placed his hand on my thigh. When there was no resistance he slit it quickly up to my pussy and played with it while he stared at the neckline of my dress as the man slowly lowered it, a little at a time, until my breasts, which were still blazing red and covered in welts, were totally exposed.

All four men stared in shock at my damaged flesh. Then the man I was sitting on covered me back up and zipped my dress up just as we arrived at our stop.

We forced our way through the crowd and stood waiting for the next bus. There weren't many people around and he pulled me away from them and I was waiting for the torment to continue. Instead he asked me what had happened. He was all for some fun and games, apparently, but not real torture and abuse. I would have loved to tell him. But if I did, that might be asking for help, so I couldn't. My mind wouldn't let me.

I looked at him with tears flowing and said, "I am sorry. I wish I could tell you. But I can't. Even though I want to, I cannot."

He was obviously of the opinion that I was just too afraid to talk to him. I could only leave it at that. Our bus came and we rode to my stop. I got off and rushed home. I knew that he was following me. All I could do was hope that some good would come of it. Maybe he would call the cops and they would save us from our neighbors.

I rushed into my bedroom and undressed. I took a quick shower and did a load of laundry. I would have to shop for more revealing outfits as soon as possible. I didn't have a lot of time to wash same two outfits over and over.

Once the laundry was going I started supper and, thankfully, Dave came home on time. He gasped when he saw my red, abused breasts. But I put my finger to his lips and we avoided the subject. We ate quietly, dreading our after dinner trip next door.

When we had eaten I cleaned up the kitchen and Dave brought out the tarp from last night and we folded it up in the living room.

I was already naked, he undressed quickly and we looked outside. Not seeing anyone we walked, as quickly as we could without looking like we were hurrying, to the neighbor's house and rang the bell. After the usual wait we were allowed to enter.

We were handed our drug and gulped it down. One more to go and it was permanent. We weren't alone tonight. There were a half a dozen men. I didn't recognize them, but that didn't mean anything. More than eighty men fucked me on Sunday and I wouldn't recognize any of them.

We were ordered to kneel at opposite sides of the coffee table in the living room and lean down over it. When we did our heads were together, our eyes meeting, sharing the pain of our torment, our humiliation, our degradation.

We were ordered not to move and then two of the men greased up our asses and they started taking turns fucking our asses. While they fucked us I was ordered to recite, in great detail of course, the events of the day. They were especially anxious to find out about my breasts.

I started with my panic this morning when I realized I had nothing appropriate to wear. I described my rush to prepare an outfit and my poor judgment in sewing up a hem. I had made it an inch too short. I told them about Ann suggesting that it would be a nice day to take the bus. I described the events involving the man that had followed me onto the bus.

I told them all about the second bus in the morning. I described being exposed to the two young men and forced to permit them to grope me for the entire ride. I left out the orgasm at the end.

I told them about my work day, going into extra detail about the events in the mail room. Then I went into more detail about the bus ride home. Even the dilemma when asked about my condition.

By the time I finished my monologue both my husband and I had been fucked in the ass by three men. They rested briefly and watched the movie Ann had made last night. They kept rewinding and watching the part where Roy pissed in me and then made Dave piss on me. They watched that several times before the men were ready to switch sides and the three that had fucked me now lined up behind my husband while I was fucked by the three that had fucked him. It took longer this time of course. Much longer.

After the six were done with us Roy put us side my side over the table and then started fucking us. He would fuck me three or four strokes at a time, then switch to Dave. He moved back and forth between us several times, comparing asses.

Then he had a better idea. He pulled the hassock over and put us over that, but facing in opposite directions. Then he would fuck one of us in the ass for a minute and then move to the other one's mouth. Then he would go around to the other side of the hassock and do the same thing all over again. He commented to his friends who were still watching, that his would be great if we were on a wheel and could be spun around so that he didn't have to get up every time. He finally came in my ass and made Dave suck him clean. Then I was made to suck Dave's ass clean and he did the same to me.

Ann didn't get hers until the six men left. She liked to watch, and she liked to play, but she was apparently not comfortable with being naked with all of their kinky friends. That was surprising considering the way she acted that fist night. I guess we just don't count.

After the six men left Ann undressed and Dave ate her out while I licked and sucked on her tits.

Finally we were allowed to go home.

As we walked slowly across the yard I whispered to Dave that they could hear us when we talked in our house, and I was almost positive that they could see us as well. I was sure that Ann made me take the bus this morning because she saw how short my dress was.

Dave nodded, obviously not surprised.

We went into our house and I screamed when I saw someone sitting in the dark in our living room. Dave turned on the light and I saw that it was Mr. Taylor.

"What are you doing here?" I screamed. "You scared the fuck out of me!"

He smiled calmly and said, "Shut up cunt. I missed you at work today. I had to go out of town to a meeting. I figured I would stop by on the way home for a piece of your sweet young ass.

He was talking to me, but he was watching Dave. He saw that Dave, as he had suspected, was unable to oppose anything he wanted to do to me. He stood up and ordered me to help him undress.

I sighed in surrender and moved over to where he was standing and started undressing him. He had been drinking, he reeked of alcohol.

When he was naked he told my husband to grab his clothes and he ordered me to lead him to our bedroom.

He stretched out on my bed and ordered me to suck his cock for a few minutes. He seemed to get a great deal of pleasure from doing it in front of my husband and from knowing that we were unwilling participants.

I sucked him like I always suck cock now, with a lot of enthusiasm. After a few minutes he pushed my mouth away and pulled me onto the bed. He got on top of me and ordered Dave to guide his cock into my cunt. Then he started fucking me, fast and hard.

It didn't last long though. He came, shooting one more meaningless load of slime into my desecrated body. Then he collapsed on top of me for a minute, letting his cock go soft in me.

Finally he pulled out and ordered Dave to suck his cock clean. While he was dressing he asked me what happened to my tits and I told him.

He laughed and said, "Damn, those kids have more imagination that I thought they did! They may have a future with the company after all."

I followed him to the door and locked it after he left. Then I remembered my clothes and took them out of the washer and put them in the dryer. I dried them for fifteen minutes and took another quick shower. Then I hung up my two outfits and went to bed.

Dave was lying on his back staring at the ceiling. The look on his face scared the hell out of me. I turned out the light and cuddled up to him. I whispered in his ear, "Baby, you have to hang in there. I couldn't take this if you weren't there."

He whispered, "I know Donna. I know." But he sounded so hopeless. So far away. It really scared me.

The next morning was Friday. I was looking forward to the week being over. I dressed in a black miniskirt and a see-through blouse and was allowed to take my car to work.

I had just sat down and turned on my computer when my phone rang. I was summoned to Mr. Jefferson's office. I went in and he ordered me to close the door. I closed the door and he ordered me to kneel in front of him and open my blouse. The blinds were still open and there were a lot of people just coming in, there were a lot of people moving around out there.

I knelt as ordered and unbuttoned my blouse. He examined my still red and sore breasts for a moment and then he sat back and ordered me to suck him off. While I sucked him he informed me that he had talked to the mail boys and told them to knock off the rough stuff. No more pain.

I was grateful and I guess he could tell. He smiled down at me and then he tilted his head back and soon my mouth was flooded with cum. I swallowed it all easily. There had been so much cum in my mouth from so many men over the last seven days that I could hardly remember when I wouldn't let a man cum in my mouth, or why.

I buttoned my blouse and tucked it back in and returned to my cubicle. At lunch time I was called to the mail room and I had to suck both of them off, in the nude of course. But they didn't hurt me and it was all over quickly.

I returned to my desk and was left alone until quitting time. Just as I was about to leave Mr. Taylor called me to his office. He just stared at me for a few minutes and then the door opened and the janitor came in.

"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Taylor," he said. "There was a spill in the lobby I had to take care of."

Mr. Taylor smiled at him and told him not to worry about it. Then I was ordered to undress. Mr. Taylor sat back and smiled as I got undressed. The janitor was undressing as he watched me.

When we were both naked the janitor pushed me to my knees and I took his smelly cock into my mouth and down my throat. He immediately took control. He grabbed my head and started fucking into my mouth violently. I just relaxed as much as I could and let it happen. It didn't even bother me when I saw Mr. Taylor squatting down beside us with his camera taking picture after picture.

He pulled out as his cock began erupting in my mouth and sprayed my face. Then Mr. Taylor took a dozen shots of me scooping the cum into my mouth and swallowing it.

I was pulled to my feet by my hair and bent over the desk and the janitor took pictures for Mr. Taylor while he fucked my pussy. I was actually grateful since I figured that if he got off here he wouldn't be getting drunk and coming to my house at night. At least I hoped he wouldn't.

I just waited for it to be over. Then I dropped to my knees and cleaned his cock and after I smiled for the camera I was allowed to dress and go home.

I made my way to my car and drove home in a trance, as usual. I parked in my driveway and just sat in my car and was so very thankful this terrible week was finally over. I tried not to think of the horrible life that stretched out ahead of us. I finally gathered up my things and went in to the house.

I took a quick shower. It seems like every time I get home lately I am covered with cum and need a shower. I dried off and made myself a drink and sat down in the living room and stared at the TV. It was still on. It was always on with the DVD of that horrible gang bang from Sunday running in a loop. I was becoming inured to the horror of this scene after seeing it so often. It was almost like it wasn't me that was at the center of that huge collection of rampant cocks and spewing cum.

I finished my drink and got to my feet. I started supper and when Dave got home he undressed and we ate out by the pool, trying to pretend that we had a life. The life that we had dreamt about when we bought this house just a week ago.

We cleaned up the supper dishes and then went next door. We always hoped that no one was around when we walked, naked, to our neighbor's house. It only worked out that way about half the time. This wasn't one of those times.

We stepped out of our door and I waited with Dave while he locked the door. We had learned our lesson last night. We would never leave the door unlocked again. I glanced around nervously and I saw a young couple walking down the sidewalk. We waited on our front porch for them to go by, the we hurried next door.

We were finally allowed to enter and handed the final dose of the drug that had enslaved us. I was crying as I forced myself to swallow it. Then I handed the glass back and it was over. We could never regain our free will, our ability to say no again. Not without the antidote.

As soon as we swallowed our drug Roy sent us home. I hadn't even noticed how dressed up they were. They were going our for the evening and wouldn't require our services.

We hurried home and sat around the pool, still naked, and drank a few beers. Every time I started to speak I found that I paused to question if I was about to say something that I didn't want Roy and Ann to hear. It became quite tiresome. After a while we slipped into the pool and floated around together, just being close and trying not to thing about the future.

We went to bed early. We couldn't stand to sit around the living room with that DVD playing. We read for a little while and then went to sleep. For some strange reason I was feeling playful in the morning and I woke Dave up with a nice slow blowjob. I had never done that before and he got a kick out of it. I find that I get a lot more pleasure out of sucking cocks when it is voluntary.

I started to dress before going out and making breakfast. But Dave reminded me that I was to be naked for the kids coming to mow the lawn. Damn! I had almost forgotten about that.

I dropped my shorts and went out and started coffee. Dave came out and made a couple of his world famous cheese omelets. We ate out back and then relaxed and sipped coffee for a while.

At a little after nine I heard the doorbell ring and I went to answer it. Dave had pushed the lawnmower into the driveway and filled it with gas. I told the kids to go ahead and do the front and the side yards. I would be sitting around the pool when they did the back.

They stared at my naked body for a moment, then one of them asked, "Then you are going to give us a sex education, right?"

I nodded and they went to work. I cleaned up the kitchen and did the dishes. When I was done I went into the back yard and sat on the patio. Dave was staying out of the way, doing something in the basement.

The boys came through the gate and made quick work of the back yard. Because of the large pool and deck there isn't much grass back here. While one of the boys mowed the other came over and asked me what was going to happen.

"What would you like to happen?" I asked.

He was obviously a virgin, and obviously embarrassed. I suggested that he get undressed and take a quick shower under the outside shower and he turned away from me and stripped off his clothes and took a quick shower. I stood up and reached down and pulled his hand away from where it was covering his genitals in that classic shy maiden pose, and I pulled him gently to the grass that was already cut. I grabbed a cushion and had him lay down and then I bent down and took his small but very hard cock into my mouth.

It was almost funny. He flopped around and came almost instantly. I swallowed his small load and while he recovered I asked him how old he was.

"I'll be fourteen next month," he said.

Jesus H. Christ! I just sucked off a thirteen year old boy. A little kid!

I shook my head and then took him back into my mouth and sucked him hard again. Then I looked up and asked him if he wanted to fuck me.

I realized all of a sudden that the mower had stopped and the other boy was watching avidly. I pointed out the shower to him and then got on my back and helped the first boy put his little dick in me. I know it is so very wrong to be having sex with a boy that young. But I really had no choice, and I have to tell you, his innocence and the look on his face, the look of pure ecstasy, I really enjoyed that. He hardly moved at all before he came again and I held him close and asked him how he liked it.

He smiled up at me and said that it was the greatest feeling he ever had. Then he wanted to know if he could do it again. I told him I needed to take care of his friend first and he got up and moved to the side and watched closely as I pulled his friend over and sucked him to a quick orgasm. His penis seemed larger and more mature, but he was obviously way too young for what we were doing. After I swallowed his cum I asked him if he was thirteen too. He said no, he was fifteen. The other boy was his younger brother.

I traded places with the older boy and he fucked me, and then the two of them took turns and each fucked me twice more before they had to go. I was all sweaty and covered in cum so I headed for the shower when I had a sudden thought and called the boys back just as they were leaving the yard.

I made them both take another quick shower, explaining that they didn't want to go home smelling like sex or we would all be in trouble.

After they were gone I went inside and went down to the basement to see what Dave was doing. He had cleared out a corner and cleaned it up and checked carefully for listening devices and cameras. Then he had set up a couple of lounge chairs and a lamp and we could relax and hopefully not have to worry about what we said.

The phone rang in the middle of the afternoon and Ann asked us what we were doing. I told her that we were doing something in the basement. That wasn't a lie. It was just sitting and talking, but we were doing it downstairs.

She told me to make sure I was clean and made up and expect company sometime this evening. That was all she said.

I went down and told Dave that she had wondered where we were and then I repeated her instructions.

We had a light supper of cold cuts and hard rolls and a couple of beers. Then I took another shower and brushed my hair and put on a little lipstick. When I was ready we sat in the living room and read. It started getting late and I was starting to hope that no one was coming after all.

Just as I started to get my hopes up the doorbell rang. I stood up and answered the door and the large man standing there asked, "Are you Donna the slut?"

Unfortunately, that was who I was now and I nodded. He said, "Well I'll be god damned!" Then he pushed inside and more than a dozen men followed him. By the time I had been herded to our bedroom and was fucking the first of them in my bed I had overheard enough to realize that they were the majority of the local minor league baseball team and they were being rewarded for winning an important game.

Apparently Roy was a minor stockholder in the franchise and he was using me to improve team morale.

It was nothing too exotic. Just a lot of fucking and sucking. I was exhausted when it was over and when they finally left a little after midnight I was at least grateful that they had left my husband alone.

I took a shower and changed the sheets and went and got Dave from the back yard. He held me and asked if I was alright and I kissed him and pulled him to bed. We slept late on Sunday and had just barely finished breakfast when Ann came over just before noon and ordered me to get dressed. She followed me to my bedroom and watched as I got out one of my miniskirts. She stopped me and pushed past me into my closet. She looked through my clothes and finally came out with a little black slip. The one I normally wore under my little black dress.

I looked at her, not understanding at first. She gave me one of those "how dumb are you" looks and said, "That's what you are wearing today, put it on."

I slipped it over my head and stepped into my shoes. I looked in the mirror and thought she must surely be kidding. I couldn't possibly go outside like this!

She turned and started down the hall and I followed quickly, grabbing my purse on the way out the door. I followed her across my front yard to her driveway and got in her car on the passenger side.

She started the car and looked at my lap to see how little of me was covered by the slip. But that wasn't the only problem I had. That portion of the slip that nominally covered my breasts was largely made of lace. I could look down and see the darker pink of my nipples easily through the holes. I could tell by the look on her face, however, that Ann liked the effect.

She drove to a nearby strip mall and parked. I reluctantly followed her into a woman's clothing store where she picked out a half a dozen sheer blouses. These weren't like the ones I had been wearing where people could look closely and see the darker colored area of my nipples. When I wore these I might as well be naked. My breasts were completely visible!

Ann made me pay for them and we went out and dropped them off at the car before going through a few more stores, looking for the kinds of clothes younger women might wear. She finally found what she was looking for, a large selection of micro miniskirts. She picked out a dozen, in several styles and set them on the counter. Then I followed her around as she picked out a few crop tops and tank tops with things like "Let go of my ears! I know what I'm doing!" and "Sorry, no panties to raid" and "Yes, I know I have a nice ass" and "My husband won't care because he won't know" and "Yes, they're real" and the one Ann like the most, "Good piece of ass".

I paid for these terrible outfits and carried them out to the car. Ann drove off and we sat in silence. I didn't even pay any attention to where we were going. Not until she parked in front of a tattoo parlor in a sleazy part of town. I looked around and saw that all of the nearby businesses were bars and strip clubs and adult bookstores. The parking spaces right in front of the tattoo parlor were all filled with large motorcycles, so Ann parked a couple of rows back.

She got out and I found myself unable to move as she came around and opened my door. I was terrified, I was scared to death of needles and I had never in my life considered getting a tattoo.

Ann looked at me and saw my terror and smiled. "Get out," she said.

And of course I had no choice. I swung my legs out and stood up and moved out of the way while Ann pushed the door closed. She led off and I followed her, winding our way carefully through the motorcycles and into the shop. Everyone looked up when we came in. I looked around and saw at least a dozen people, most of them just hanging around waiting. There was a large, hairy, mean looking man behind the counter. Ann walked right up to him and said, "I am Ann, I called you earlier about my pet."

That got everyone's attention. I just stood in the center of the waiting room thinking, "Oh god, please let this be a bad dream."

The guy looked at Ann, then looked at me and said, "Yeah, I remember you. I have one tat ahead of you, but it's a small one, probably only take half an hour. You'll have to wait."

"That's fine," Ann said. "My camera man isn't here yet."

Ann moved to an empty seat and called someone on her cell phone and then she called me over to sit beside her. The problem with that silly slip was that, no matter how carefully I sit, just about anyone that's not in back of me can see up my skirt. I was soon made aware that bikers are not the most discrete, nor the most tactful people in the world. I started hearing loud comments about my pussy and my tits. One large, ugly man even came over and stood in front of me and squatted down and looked right up my slip.

He saw Ann smiling at him and asked her, "Where do you have to go to get a pet like this, lady? I'd like me one of these."

Ann smiled and said, "As it turned out, she and her husband moved in right next door to me. I didn't have to go far at all. She is cute, isn't she?"

"Yeah," the biker said, "and I like that little dress she has on. I like the way I can see her tits through it. And it seems like the perfect length too."

The biker's friends were watching and listening and smirking. I was just cringing and blushing. Trying to make myself as small as possible.

Ann said, "You don't think it's too long? I just finished shopping for her, buying her some short skirts. I was thinking this was too long." Then she reached over and pulled my slip up, exposing half of my slit, and said, "I was thinking that this might be a better look for her. Don't you think so?"

The biker stared at my pussy for a minute and said, "You know lady, you may just be on to something there. She certainly looks pretty that way."

The front door opened and one of the camera men from last Sunday came in with his large, professional camera. He looked around at the rough crowd and he was obviously nervous.

Ann waived him over and then she asked the biker, "I am going to have this gentleman film my pet getting her present today. Do you mind if he gets a few shots of you and your friends, sort of background shots? I assure you that this is for private consumption. The film won't be available to the public."

The biker grinned and told her that he didn't mind in the least.

The camera man turned his camera on and panned around the room and then focused on me and the biker. Ann told me to relax a little, stop holding my knees so close together.

I sighed and spread my legs out slightly. That caused my slip to slide up a little more and now my entire pussy was on display to the biker squatting right in front of me and several of his friends who had moved closer to watch the show.

The biker stared for a minute and then he reached up and squeezed my thigh for a moment before slipping two big fat fingers inside of me. His friends were whooping and cat calling and I could only sit there helplessly.

I was actually grateful when the guy behind the counter came back out front and called us over to sign some papers and pay him. I gave him my credit card, not even knowing what I was paying for. The guy said, "OK, come on back."

The camera man had moved in front of us and was filming us as we entered the back room. I was surprised at how busy it was back here. There were four big bikers getting tattooed by four men that looked like they were bikers too.

Ann held out her hand and said, "Give me your slip."

I was already terrified, the idea of being naked in front of all of these rough men just knocked the wind right out of me. But I had to obey.

I reached down, aware that every eye in the room was watching me. I grabbed the hem of my slip and pulled it up over my head. I handed it to Ann and then I was ordered onto a waist high, padded table. I was placed on my back and Ann and the tattoo guy stood nearby discussing me.

Ann came back to me and ordered me not to move. Then she stood out of the way and watched carefully while the man bent over me and he finally started smiling as he played with my nipple for a minute. Then he swabbed it with alcohol and latched onto it with some kind of combination pliers and clamp.

I finally realized what was going on! I was unable to move because of Ann's orders, so I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes.

Ann yelled at me to keep my eyes open and I realized she wanted to watch every bit of my suffering.

And I did suffer! The biker doing my piercing took his time, apparently enjoying his work. I screamed out loudly as he pushed a long needle through my nipple.

The people in the waiting room heard the commotion and they came in to see what was happening. Ann invited them to stay and watch.

I stared at the ceiling as the guy fiddled around and when I finally got up the nerve to look down I saw that I had a fairly large barbell through my nipple. I could just imagine how they were going to look through my new blouses!

The piercer moved around the other side of me and repeated the process with my other nipple. It hurt like hell and I screamed again. I couldn't believe that they would do this without some kind of local anesthetic!

I thought it was over, but the worst was yet to come. The biker invited several men out of his audience to hold my arms and my shoulders down so I wouldn't squirm around for the next one.

"The next one! What next one?" my brain wanted to know.

The men came forward eagerly, they didn't know that I couldn't move if I had wanted to because of the drug and Ann's order.

But I suppose they enjoyed the view.

The piercer moved down to my pussy and started doing something with my clit. I couldn't watch. I stared into the eyes of the biker holding my shoulder, right up until I felt the needle touch the skin over my clit, then I passed out.

I don't know how long I was unconscious. When I came to I was on my stomach on the table and my legs were dangling down towards the floor. And someone was fucking me from behind. It hurt like hell because every stroke irritated the piercing over my clit and my freshly pierced nipples were rubbing over the butcher paper covering the table I had been laying on.

When he finally finished fucking me he stood up and moved out of the way and I saw that it was the man who had put the holes in my body. But my ordeal wasn't over. As soon as he moved the other bikers started taking turns, I assume at Ann's invitation.

For a change I would have gladly taken some, or even all of them, in my mouth. My mouth didn't hurt. But they all fucked my sore pussy. It lasted more than two hours.

When they finally had enough of me I looked around and saw that Ann was gone. The camera man told me that I was to go with him. I went to the nasty little bathroom that they had and cleaned up as much as I could. Then I had to follow the camera man out to his car naked because Ann had taken my slip with her when she left.

The camera man drove me home, with my mouth on his cock all the way. He came once right away and then again after he parked in front of my house. I looked around and saw an older couple walking down the sidewalk and tried to wait until they passed by to get out, but the camera man ordered me out and I slipped out of his car and walked as quickly as I could to my front door and safety.

Once inside I closed my door quickly and leaned back against it. I saw the shopping bags containing my new clothes sitting on the couch.

Dave heard me come in and came in from the back yard. He saw my new jewelry and asked me if I was OK.

I nodded and he went and got me a glass of water and some Tylenol. By the time I got out of the shower the pain had started to lessen. Dave had brought my new clothes in to the bedroom and when I got out of the bathroom he said that Ann had dropped them off and left instructions that these were all I could wear from now on. The blouses for work, the other tops for everything else.

We needed to go grocery shopping, so we went through my new tops and tried to pick the least offensive item. We settled on a tank top that said, "Yes, they're real" and I put it on over my sore breasts. It was very thin and the little barbells in my nipples were very obvious. It was still the least offensive of the tops so I left it on and picked up one of the new micro minis and slipped it on and we went to the grocery store.

We went to the grocery store close to our house since we had only been there once and didn't know anyone there.

We bought all of the usual things, plus some disinfectant for my recent punctures, and went home and put the groceries away. I was feeling constricted by the two tiny items of clothing I was wearing and took them off. I had gotten to the point that I felt much more comfortable in the nude. Dave smiled and got undressed too.

We made ourselves a couple of drinks and went out to relax by the pool before dinner. While we were sitting there Roy came through the gate between our back yards and made me stand up to inspect my new decorations.

He obviously found them stimulating and he sat me back in my chair and pulled out his cock and stuffed it into my mouth. While he fucked my face he told me that they would be leaving us pretty much alone for the next three weeks while I healed. He took a note from his pocket and tossed it on the table.

As I worked on his cock he said, "Give that to your supervisor Donna. It tells him that there will be no more beatings, and nothing but blowjobs for the next three weeks or you will be forced to quit."

If I hadn't had my mouth full I would have thanked him. Dave asked him if we were still to report to them every evening when we got home from work. Roy said that wouldn't be necessary now that our treatment was complete.

I was wishing they would stop talking so Roy could concentrate and get this over with. They finally did and soon I was swallowing another load of Roy's cum. He left as soon as he had put his dick away. He stopped at the gate and told us we could turn off our DVD player since we weren't watching it anyway.

Roy left and we felt like we had just been given a large part of our lives back. It wasn't total relief of course. I still had to dress like a slut and obey every horny old man in the fucking world.

But at least now we could watch a little television now and then and take our minds off of what was happening to us.

I rinsed my mouth out with my drink and then we went in and made supper together. When it was ready we took our food out and ate by the pool. It's funny, this pool, this backyard, were the main reason we had purchased this home. We were now sex slaves to the world because of this swimming pool. Still, we loved sitting out here. It was peaceful and pleasant.

We went inside after we had enjoyed an after dinner drink by the pool and sat down to watch the news and "60 Minutes" for the first time in a long time. We were pleased to discover that our moron president hadn't gotten us into any new wars in the last week.

We turned the TV off and cuddled together for a while. Then Dave helped me to the floor and gently, carefully ate my newly perforated pussy. It felt good and I was happy to repay the favor when he was finished.

We went to bed satisfied and slightly more at ease than we had been since we moved in.

The next morning everything was pretty normal. Until I put one of those sheer blouses on for the first time. I couldn't believe how naked I felt. My breasts were totally displayed. The new barbells, which seemed to keep my nipples erect, were glaringly obvious. They drew the eye to my nipples. I couldn't believe I was going to have to wear these sheer blouses for the foreseeable future. I might as well be topless.

I put Roy's note in my purse and headed off to work. I kept my eyes down as I walked through the parking garage and into the lobby of my building. I heard conversations stop everywhere I went and I felt the eyes of every person, male and female, following me in shock, everywhere I went.

I made my way to my cubicle and put my purse away, then I went and knocked on Mr. Jefferson's door. He waived me in and I handed him the note. I stood there while he read the note and when he had finished he stared at my tits for a minute. Then he got up and closed the door and the blinds and made me strip. He examined my piercings closely. He seemed to be pleased.

"I wasn't aware that you were telling your owners about what was happening here," he said. "Why do you do that?"

"They make me," I answered. "Every evening my husband and I go to their home and I have to tell them, in as complete detail as possible, everything that happens to me of a sexual nature as a result of the drugs they have given me."

Mr. Jefferson went around his desk and sat down in his chair and ordered me to come and kneel in front of him so that I would have something to talk about when I went home.

I sucked him off quickly and then asked him if he would convey the contents of that note to Mr. Taylor and the Jimmy and Dan in the mailroom.

He nodded and I dressed and went to work. As had become my habit since I had been forced to adopt a more revealing style of dress, I stayed in my cubicle all day unless I absolutely had to get up and go to the bathroom. One of the reasons that this was such an awful place to work was that interaction between the employees was discouraged. If you were seen at someone else's cubicle you would be asked what you were doing there. You had best have a work related reason for any conversation you were seen having.

But this now worked to my advantage. There weren't people moving around seeing me and the way I was dressed and perforated for the amusement of others.

The next three weeks passed quickly. I usually ended up providing blowjobs to same four men at work every day, though some days not everyone got one. And Roy and Ann ordered us over a few times. Since he couldn't fuck me, Roy fucked poor Dave in the ass all three times while I ate Ann's pussy out.

I had to provide oral service to the two young boys that mowed our grass on Saturday. I also had to start paying them. They were so excited about losing their virginity on the first Saturday that they had forgotten to ask for money. That didn't go over well with their parents and they had to make up some excuse for why they didn't get any money. We had to correct that oversight on their second visit.

A couple of times a week, some strange man would appear at our door and come in and demand sex. But they were all aware that my breasts and my pussy were off limits until I was healed.

It couldn't last forever. On Sunday, the end of the third week, Dave and I made love and I found that the rings, all three of them, not only didn't hurt any more, they actually added to the experience. The extra stimulation on my clit was really great. I had an orgasm just from straight fucking for the first time in my life!

After we made love we did something else that was new to our lovemaking since coming under the control of Roy and Ann. We cleaned each other with our mouths, and we found it stimulating when it was just the two of us. We even went ahead and ate each other to another nice orgasm. Dave's tongue working that ring on my clit were magic.

We cuddled up and fell asleep in each other's arms, trying not to thing about all the restrictions being off tomorrow.

In the morning we ate our normal quick breakfast and Dave left for work at the normal time. I didn't dress until after breakfast. I found I was spending as much time in the nude as I could when at home, but still far too much time nude at the office.

I put on another sheer blouse and one of my tiny skirts, slipped on my shoes, grabbed my purse and headed out to my car. Ann was waiting for me outside.

"Sweetheart," she said sweetly, "I have really missed your little bus stories. Why don't you take the bus today." She paused to enjoy my reaction for a moment and then she walked away. I began my rush to the bus stop at the end of the street. I had the routine down by now. I handed the driver my money and got my transfer and then took a seat half way down the aisle. I felt the eyes of every person on the bus exploring my all but naked breasts.

As soon as I was seated someone took the seat beside me. I didn't look up. I hated to look in the eyes of the people who took advantage of me. The man put his arm around the back of my seat, his hand dangling very close to my breast.

He said, "Hi, I'm Terry, what's your name, darling?"

"Donna," I whispered. "My name is Donna."

"I love your outfit," he said, and I could tell from his voice that he was not just being polite.

"Where are you going, Donna?" he asked.

"I have to go to work," I answered.

He asked me where I worked and I was forced to tell him. He asked if I always dressed this sexily and I said yes. The next question started getting me into trouble. He asked if they liked the way I dressed at work. I had to say yes.

His hand was on my thigh now and when I didn't object he was quick to move it up and explore my pussy.

"You must turn a lot of men on at work with this hot body and sexy clothing, don't you?"

I nodded, gasping as I felt his fingers slip into me.

"Do you ever get propositioned at work?" he asked.

Before I could answer he went on to ask, "Do you ever fuck anyone you work with?"

I nodded again.

He asked who and I told him and then he asked why, since he had noticed that I was married.

I hated these questions, but I was compelled to answer. "I don't have any choice. I have to fuck them."

"You have to?" he asked. "Why?"

"Because they tell me to," I was forced to say.

"Do you always do what you are told?" he asked, a little bit incredulously.

I groaned as I was forced to answer. "Yes, I always do what I am told."

"Why," he asked.

"I don't have any choice. I have to," I responded reluctantly.

"Do you have to do what anyone tells you to do?" he asked, still not sure he believed his good luck, and not sure yet how to use this to his advantage.

"So if I ordered you to strip naked right here and now, you would do it?" he asked.

I nodded.

He was still unsure, but he knew that somehow he was going to take advantage of this.

"Unbutton the top three buttons on your blouse," he ordered.

I sighed in resignation and quickly obeyed.

"Well I'll be a son of a bitch!" he exclaimed.

His hand was still suspended just above my chest, but now he lowered it and took hold of my breast and squeezed it gently before exploring my nipple and it's shiny little piercing.

I saw my stop approaching and I told him that I had to get off here.

He said, "No, you don't. My stop is not far from here, and there is a motel right there. I think we are going to and get a room and fuck for a while."

I suppose it was inevitable. At least he wasn't going to follow me home and fuck me there. I just nodded and he continued to molest me until just before his stop. He got ready to get up and I started to button my blouse but he stopped me.

"No," he said. "Leave it like that, I like it."

We got off three blocks up from my stop and I followed him to the motel on the corner. He ordered me to go in and get a room and I pointed out that, dressed like I was they might not let me have one. He thought about that and said, "OK, go ahead and button up. Now, go get a room and come back out here and get me."

I hurried in and got the room. I got some nasty looks from the desk clerk, but he didn't say anything. I gave him my credit card and waited for him to run it. The supreme irony of being in the position of having to pay for a room so that some strange man could rape me did not escape me. I filled out the registration card and then went out and led the man to our room. On the way to the room I asked him to let me call in and tell my boss why I was late.

Once in the room he used his cell phone to call in sick. Then he told me to call my boss, after I undressed. I slipped out of my blouse and skirt and he saw the bar in my clit for the first time. He put me on the bed and knelt between my legs and while I called Mr. Jefferson on my cell phone this stranger played with my pussy and my little barbell. I didn't even know his name, but then, that was the norm now. Men came to my house all the time and put their dicks in me without bothering to tell me their names. Not that I particularly cared what their names were. It's just that this is not the kind of person I am, and doing these things was difficult for me. It hurt. And the fact that I had no choice didn't help at all.

When Mr. Jefferson came on the line I said, "Mr. Jefferson, this is Donna. I am not sure what time I will be in today. Ann made me take the bus and a man on the bus ordered me to go with him to a motel."

He asked me how long it would be and I said, "I don't know sir, he hasn't said."

He asked to talk to the man and I held the phone out and he hesitated for a minute, but then he took it and said, "Hello?"

He listened for a minute and then responded, "I don't know man. She is one hot little piece of ass and I am going to enjoy playing with her for an hour or two I suppose. I don't have any plans."

He listened for a while and then said, "Cool it dude. You must be a bitch to work for! Here's the deal man. She is with me and I am going to fuck her for a while. When I am done with her I will let her go!" Then he hung up my phone and tossed it onto the other bed with my clothes and my purse.

The man stood up and undressed slowly as he stared down at me. He was a good looking man in his mid thirties, and he had a good body. I watched him undress and then he got on the bed and ordered me to suck him off.

He had apparently never been deep throated before and he really enjoyed it.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "Fuck! Baby you're good!" He was very vocal all the way through my blowjob and when he finally came he was holding my head tight against his hard stomach and his hot load slid right down my throat. I never tasted a thing.

He relaxed slowly, and I was able to pull back enough to make breathing easier.

"Donna, I gotta tell you, that was, without any question, the very best blowjob I have ever had in my life! Your husband is a very lucky man!"

I murmured, "He used to be," under my breath and he looked at me curiously for a minute. But he was far less troubled by my situation than he was aroused by it. He ordered me to lick and suck his balls until he was hard again and then he fucked me, for a very long time. He must have read the "Kama Sutra" because every few minutes we got into another position and by the time we finally came we had been in at least a dozen, some of them very difficult.

After he came and collapsed on his back he watched, amused, as I cleaned him with my mouth. I had yet to find a man that didn't find that act just as appealing as I found it degrading.

He made me suck him until he was hard enough to fuck him twice more before he finally started getting dressed. As we dressed he asked me more questions. He asked about my husband, how he felt about what I was doing and if he had to obey too. Before he let me leave he made me give him my address.

When he finally released me I walked the three blocks to my bus stop and finally made it to work, four hours late and smelling like sex. I was in such a hurry to get out of there I hadn't even thought to take a shower!

I reported to Mr. Jefferson in his office and he ordered me to come in and close the door. He looked like he was mad at me! It wasn't fair, he knew I couldn't say no.

He made me tell him everything that had happened, but while I was telling him what I had gone through he laid me on his desk on my back and flipped my skirt up and fucked me for the first time in three weeks. By the time I had told him, in detail, everything that happened from the time I got on the bus he had fucked me twice.

He finally let me up and after I sucked him clean he made me lick up the cum that had puddled under me on his desk top. When I had finished he ordered me to go clean up and go see Mr. Taylor.

I went to the bathroom and washed my thighs and pussy with wet paper towels. Then I slowly walked down the hall to Mr. Taylor's office. I knocked at his door and he said, "Who is it?"

I told him it was me and he said, "Come in."

I opened his door and was shocked to see him fucking one of my coworkers. A cute redhead that worked near me. I had never spoken to her, I didn't even know her name. I quickly closed the door and watched, I didn't know what else to do.

He ordered me to move around to the other side of his desk so that he could watch me undress. I asked him if I could lock the door and he yelled , "No! Now damn it, do what your told!"

I moved around and stood behind his desk and quickly undressed. Then he ordered me to lean down so that he could introduce me to his friend Sheryl. I leaned down beside them and he introduced me as if we were standing out in the hall with our clothes on. I saw on her face the humiliation that she was feeling and I recognized immediately that she, too, was here against her will.

We quietly said hello to each other and then Mr. Taylor pushed our heads together and ordered us to kiss. I pressed my lips to hers, after what I had been through with Ann it was no longer a big deal. But I could tell that she had not kissed another woman this way before and it was hard for her.

I tried to comfort her and tell her it wasn't so bad but Mr. Taylor ordered me to shut up and kiss her. So I started kissing her, gradually making it a more passionate kiss. While we kissed Mr. Taylor took my hand and pulled it to her breast. I did whatever I could to make it better for the poor woman. It was obvious that she was being traumatized by what he was doing to her.

I heard the door open and the janitor came in and locked the door behind him. I was starting to wonder about this unnatural relationship between these two men. I heard him undressing and soon he was behind me and working his large black cock into my pussy.

As the janitor began to violently fuck me, Mr. Taylor picked up his pace and soon I watched the agony in Sheryl's eyes as he filled her pussy with cum.

I continued to kiss her lightly while he rested against her with his cock still lodged in her pussy. I could see him, he was staring at the janitor's cock ramming in and out of me. It suddenly occurred to me what the relationship was between them. Mr. Taylor was turned on my black men having sex with white women.

He watched the janitor and egged him on, "That's it man, fuck the shit out of her! Fill her nasty cunt up with some fresh hot cum. Make her squirm on the big cock of yours!"

The janitor seemed to appreciate the audience and I felt him stiffen up and increase the speed and power of his thrust and then I felt him bury his cock deep in me and I knew he was cumming.

While he was cumming Mr. Taylor was looking me in the eye, enjoying my discomfort.

When the janitor finally pulled out of me Mr. Taylor ordered me to come around and stretch out on the floor. As soon as I was in position he pulled out of Sheryl's sopping wet, drooling pussy and pushed her down onto my face.

I didn't hesitate, I couldn't. I had no free will. But Sheryl resisted when her head was pushed down between my thighs. She cried and begged and fought to stand up. Mr. Taylor stood back and the janitor beat her ass several times with a folder over leather belt and she finally gave up and started licking my pussy. He hit her twice more before he was satisfied with the job she was doing.

I saw Mr. Taylor taking more digital pictures of us. I no longer cared, but Sheryl sobbed hysterically when he got right down in her face for some close-ups of her mouth on my pussy.

I came twice before they finally were satisfied and let us up. Sheryl didn't cum at all. We were pulled to our knees, side by side, and they started fucking our mouths, changing places every few minutes.

Sheryl had a real hard time of it. She couldn't deep throat and she was gagging and choking and crying and it was obvious that they were both getting a lot of pleasure from her suffering.

Mr. Taylor came in my mouth and I swallowed it easily. The janitor lasted much longer and he started cumming in Sheryl's mouth. She managed to jerk away and most of his cum sprayed her face.

He drew his hand back to slap her for pulling away but Mr. Taylor stopped him. He backed away with a look on his face that scared the hell out of her. Then Mr. Taylor ordered me to lick her face clean.

I turned to face her and held her head and gently cleaned her up. I even licked up the few drops that had run down onto her very lovely breasts. She just knelt there crying quietly.

We were finally ordered to dress. It took me no time at all, of course, and then I helped Sheryl. She was upset because she couldn't find her bra and panties but she was told that she wasn't to wear them any longer. I finally got her decent and I was ordered to take her into Mr. Taylor's private bathroom and clean her up and calm her down.

She was pulling away from me at first, as if I were on their side. I finally just hugged her and let her cry for a while. I wanted to tell her that everything would be OK, but I didn't know how she came to be in his office getting raped today and I didn't know if it would be alright or not.

I tried to tell her that I knew what she was going through. I explained that I was doing this against my will too. I told her an abbreviated version of my story and I could only hope that it made her feel better about her own situation. But she never said a word to me. She finally let me clean her up and straighten her makeup out. She finally stopped crying and left. I went back out into Mr. Taylor's office and I knew I looked pretty rough too, but I had done the best that I could under the circumstances. It had been a pretty rough morning. Mr. Taylor waived me out of his office and I was pleased to see that he looked nervous. Gee, wouldn't it be a shame if he got in trouble!

On the way out of his office I glanced at the clock and was surprised to see that it was after two PM! I hadn't even turned on my workstation yet!

I went to my cubical and sat for a long time without even starting up my computer. I was breathing deeply and trying to get myself under control. Finally I settled down and worked a little bit, not really able to get into it this afternoon. I was surprised that I didn't get a call from the mailroom boys at three. That was the only thing that didn't go wrong today.

Since I had not been ordered to work late, I closed up and left at four. I went to my bus stop and caught my bus without a problem. I didn't even get molested on the first bus. I was starting to get my hopes up. Until I got off to transfer to my second bus and, waiting at the bus stop, were the three boys from my first bus ride. The boys that the bus driver had chased off of his bus when he looked into his rearview mirror and saw what they were doing to me.

I tried to hide behind a large man standing there reading a paper. But they saw me. In a moment they had me surrounded and the leader was telling me how much he had enjoyed my company that first day. He noticed my new decorations and reached out his finger and flicked at them.

I could only hope that I could get away from them on the bus, but when it showed up he said, "Come on sweet pants, you are going to sit with us."

And that was that. There was nothing I could do now. I let him lead me back through the half full bus and we took up the entire back seat. He pulled me into his lap, which made my skirt billow up and left my pussy uncovered. His buddies noticed my other piercing and pointed it out to him.

"Hot shit!" he exclaimed. "Baby, I need to fuck you. You don't mind letting my friends and I have a little of your hot little pussy do you?"

I could only whisper, "OK."

They had not anticipated that. Their excited chatter made that obvious. I sat there with the guy whose lap I was sitting in groping me and the guy beside him groping wherever he could get a hand in. They were rough and they were hurting me a lot.

When we got to their stop, the one before my own, they pulled me off and I didn't struggle at all as they led me down the street to a house that was dark and quiet. One of them unlocked the door and I was taken immediately to a boys bedroom and they undressed me in seconds.

For a long time they just stood around me and groped me. Exploring my body as though they had never seen a naked woman before. I suppose that they probably had not. They didn't bother to ask why I was going along with them and doing what they wanted. They obviously weren't that deep.

The leader got tired of waiting and shoved me to my knees. I sucked him and of course he came very quickly, as did his two friends. Then there was a round of fucking on his dirty, smelly bed. This kid needed a keeper!

They all fucked me, and again, it didn't last long. What they lacked in staying power, however, they more than made up for in powers of recuperation. By the time I had finished fucking the third one, the first kid was ready for another blowjob.

While I was sucking him one of the others took me from behind. Then I sucked off the third one and finally I was told to "Get the hell out before dad gets home!"

I hurriedly dressed and walked up to the corner. It was only a couple of blocks to my street so I went ahead and walked. I had all I could take of busses today.

I got home almost an hour late, but it wasn't time for Dave to be home yet. I took a shower and started supper.

We ate outside again and after supper we got the call I knew was coming. We went next door. This time we were allowed to use the back gate.

We knocked through the side gate and Roy and Ann were sitting by the pool with several men. I was directed to bend over a sturdy table facing them and tell them what my day had been like. It had been a long day and it was a long story. And it was obvious that the men all found it exciting. They all took turns fucking my ass and my pussy while I told them in excruciating detail, everything that had happened to me today.

I could see Ann and it was obvious that she loved hearing every horrible detail. She had Dave's head under her skirt, so that she could get off without being on display herself. It was more than an hour before I was allowed to kneel and suck everyone clean.

We finally went home and took a shower and went to bed. I cried myself to sleep this night. I wondered if the drug would let me kill myself. I didn't see why not.

We were getting ready for the work the next morning when there was a knock on the door. "Oh shit!" I thought. "Not another bus day!"

I went to the door, still naked, and opened it. There were two men in suits standing there and one of them said, "Hello, my name is Gary Owens. I am a detective with the city police. May I come in. I suddenly felt self conscious about being naked and after I let them in I excused myself to get a robe.

I put my robe on and grabbed Dave and took him into the living room. We sat down and one of the detectives said, "Did your next door neighbors give you a drug and take away your free will?"

Dave and I looked at each other. We had been ordered not to answer that question, but I imagine that they could tell from the look on our faces that was the case.

They handed each of us a small vial of clear liquid and ordered us to drink it. We did as instructed. I didn't feel any different. I was assuming that it was the antidote, no, I was praying that it was the antidote. But I didn't feel any different.

The detective spoke again. "Did your next door neighbors drug you?"

Dave and I answered in unison, "YES!"

IT WAS OVER!!!

I got dressed and Dave called in sick. We went down to the station and talked to detectives all day long, giving detailed and embarrassing statements. They already had all of the DVD's and films and a pile of private records from Roy's house.

We were told that one of Roy's associates, having seen how well the drug worked on us, had given the drug to his wife and daughter and turned his wife into a prostitute and his daughter into his own private concubine. He had neglected, however, to order them not to tell anyone or ask for help.

We were finally driven home and for the first time since that first day we were free in our own home. Dave started keeping a pistol by the door and for the first two weeks he had to point it at a lot of faces. But finally people started getting the idea.

Dave went back to work the next day. I went in to quit and get my last paycheck. The first thing I noticed was that Mr. Jefferson had been replaced. I went to the office and knocked and asked for Mr. Jefferson.

The woman sitting at his desk called me in and said that Mr. Jefferson didn't work there anymore. Then she asked, "Are you Donna?"

I nodded and she apologized for what had happened to me. I looked at her curiously and she explained that Sheryl had blown the whistle on the whole mess when she had been raped by Mr. Taylor yesterday. Mr. Taylor and the janitor were in custody now. Mr. Jefferson and the two men in the mailroom would be as soon as I gave my statement.

I sighed and closed her door and sat down and explained to her what had happened to me and why they didn't actually rape me. They took advantage of me when they found out I could not say no, but they did not actually rape me.

She seemed sorry to hear that, but told me that they were fired none the less and that the company would like to make it up to me.

I smiled. I knew what she was thinking. She had probably been told to make sure I didn't sue. I told her not to worry. I wasn't going to sue. I just wanted to get my last paycheck and go home. I was done. I couldn't come here anymore.

She nodded and said, "If you wait here I will have it brought down to you in a few minutes." Then, in a very sincere voice she said, "I really am sorry about what happened to you. It must have been horrible. I know that the company isn't responsible, but we do feel bad about it. We would like to keep you on if you think you could stand working here. You were an excellent worker."

I told her that I didn't want to hurt her feelings, she seemed very nice, but that the working conditions out there in those cubicles was dehumanizing and I had planned on quitting anyway.

She looked out of her window and just nodded.

Soon a woman arrived and handed me a stack of papers and I signed a receipt for my last paycheck. I didn't look at it until she left and then I told the new supervisor that there had been a mistake. The check was for something like six months pay!

She said, "No, it isn't a mistake. I told them to do that so you wouldn't sue. You have that coming and more. I really am sorry for what you went through. If you change your mind, if you want to come back to work, come see me. I would be happy to hire you back.

I thanked her and went to my desk and took my picture of Dave and me, the only personal item I had been allowed, and that only reluctantly. Then I went home.

Dave and I spent a lot of quiet evenings deciding whether or not to sell our dream home. But we had just invested everything we had in it and we would most likely lose money if we tried to sell it so soon after buying it. So we stayed.

Roy and Ann had been denied bail and nobody bothered us. One funny thing happened. I continued to spend most of my time at home in the nude. Both of us did. On Saturday we were sitting out back when the boys who Ann had invited to do our yard work showed up. I had forgotten all about them.

They didn't know about all the changes. I don't know why, but for some reason, we behaved just like last Saturday. They cut the grass and I had sex with them both until they were both sated. Then I paid them and they left.

As soon as they walked out of the gate Dave came out and gave me a drink and sat down with a big smile on his face. I smiled back and shrugged.

I didn't get rid of my slut clothes either. I haven't worn them since I was given the antidote. But I kept them. You never know when I might need to take a bus ride.

We did have to hire a professional to debug our house. We had tried to find the mikes and cameras but failed. We hired a guy who came in with a detector and some basic knowledge and quickly found two mikes and two cameras in every room. Also on the patio and in Dave's little nook that he cleared out in the basement.

He found a very short range transmitter and we surmised that the receiver could only have been next door.

We put all of the equipment in a box and stuffed it into a corner of the basement and forgot about it, at least as much as possible.

We got used to living our old life again, except for the nudity of course. Sex was better now, we were better at it. I still dressed like a slut sometimes, for Dave.

Sometimes, when Dave was at work, I would have an almost overwhelming desire to put on a micro miniskirt and a sheer blouse and go for a bus ride. I didn't, but I wanted to. I told Dave about it and he laughed and said, "Cheating doesn't mean what it used to anymore, does it? If you wanted to do that, if you did it, but did it safely, I wouldn't mind. I must confess I enjoyed hearing about some of your bus rides. If you would feel better, we could do it when I am off and I could go with you."

We haven't done it yet, but we are thinking about it.

The only other thing I can think of that might be worth mentioning is when three men came to our house one evening. They were lawyers representing Roy's pharmaceutical company. They had just come from settling with the wife and daughter who were the only other known victims of Roy's drug.

Because the abuse we had suffered was considered more egregious, they were offering us a slightly higher settlement of forty-one million dollars. Accepting the settlement would have no effect on the criminal matters before the courts. It would serve only to resolve any questions of liability between the company and ourselves. If we chose we could still sue Roy and Ann individually in civil court.

It had never occurred to either of us to sue anyone. We assumed that if they would offer that much we could get a lot more with an attorney. But since we weren't expecting anything at all, it was a pretty large windfall. Since we didn't feel like messing around with it, we signed and took the money.

THE END

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

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