Author: SM

Title: Her New Name

Part: 24

Universe: SM, Her New Name

Summary: A divorced librarian, daughter of a minister in the Bible belt, discovers that she is irresistibly drawn to slutty experiences.

Keywords: cum fetish, exhibition, humil, gangbang, les D/s, bestiality, inc

Language: English

Her New Name—Part 24

(cum fetish, exhibition, humil, gangbang, les D/s, bestiality, inc)

By SM

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From Part 23 (Joe’s Place, In the Conservatory):

“For me, it’s simply my herb garden, and one of the best in this area of the country, if I may say so.”

“You have your own gardener?”

“Well, sort of . . . actually several, although, they are simply part of Wendy’s grounds crew. They work with me very well, however.”

“What are these, if I may ask,” Kari asked.

“Ah . . . those are the sensors for heat and water content and humidity. If it gets too dry, they switch the water on. If it gets too hot, they call for the gardener, who closes some of the glass windows and switches the air conditioner on, and so on.”

She cuddled up to him. “Uhmm . . . what if you’re with someone who is too hot . . . like horny?” she asked mischievously.

“I guess that depends on how horny I might be at the time,” Joe said, grinning.

“Ok . . . let’s say, I’m getting much more relaxed after my . . . uhmm . . . trauma, and so I’m getting horny for someone I love?”

“Hrmmm . . . since there is nobody around, I’m thinking I’d command her to strip naked like a slut, and put something in her cunt, whatever is handy to fuck herself with.”

Kari looked at him and blinked her eyes innocently. “Oh?”

“Yup,” he winked at her. “All she’d have to do is either fondle my cock from outside my pants and offer to suck on it, or beg me to take her on as my life-time slave.”

“Your life-time slave? Strip naked like a slut?” Kari inquired, looking up at him with bright eyes, licking her lips, as she unzipped his pants and extracted his hard cock. “Would this do for something to fuck myself with?”

“It will probably do. Strip naked, and we’ll see, you nasty slut,” he said, grinning.

“Yes, Sir,” and she stripped naked and laid down on the carpeted floor with her legs spread wide open, her pussy obviously wet and ready. “What must I do to become your life-time slave, Sir?” she pleaded.

In answer, Joe wasted no time in getting between her legs and slipping his cock into her horny cunt. Kari moaned and squeezed her tits together, looking up at him with lust in her eyes. His thrusts were strong and fast for a time, and her legs automatically reached around his back, pulling him into her and matching his rhythm, fleeing his muscular thighs against her own. Then he slowed down, enjoying the clasp of her pussy muscles squeezing his cock.

“Cum with me!” he commanded as he arched his back, thrusting hard into her and started to flood her womb with his cum. She was already cumming, so it wasn’t hard to obey.

Stacy was sort of clingy, staying very close and touching as much as she could get away with, as if sensing that Kari was pulling back some in their relationship. Kari was feeling guilty about all that, which just fed the tension. So, while Kari had felt some relief about Bunny being so pushy, now she had a hard time relaxing with Stacy.

“So, what did Joe show you about the mansion?”

“Mostly stuff related to his work,” Kari fudged, not wanting to say that he showed her his apartment, invited her to move in, and fucked her in the herb garden.

“By the way, do you think he can teach me to cook like he does?”

“You’ll have to ask him. This might be a good time to do that.”

“What do you mean? He’s not here, since he’s getting the dinner ready.”

“When you see him afterwards, just go up to him and ask him about it,” Kari directed. “The worst that could happen is the he would gracefully decline, but you know him, he’s not going to be harsh with you.”

“That’s true. He’s always been very nice to me. But, how am I going to pay for the lessons?”

“You’re still working for the Rictnor’s, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but I don’t know how much it will cost to have lessons with a Master Chef. And, I was saving up, so if something changes, I can get my own apartment.”

“Well, things may change—in fact, pretty soon—but, you can always stay at my place.”

“What do you mean?”

“In fact, I need you to take care of my place. I’m thinking of staying with Joe some days of the week and some at home.”

Stacy looked at her and sighed, her eyes looking moist. “It’s happening, isn’t it? You’re in love with Joe, and I’m going to be out of it.”

“No, that’s not true . . . well, part of it is true . . . I’m in love with Joe, and he’s invited me to come live with him in his apartment here. But, I told him that I couldn’t let go of my place, and my relationship with you . . . so, we worked out a compromise. That I could stay about half of the week at his place, and the other half at home with you. You’re very important to me, and I’m not going to just leave you. Besides, I really need someone to take care of my house—since I own it—and I’m not going to rent it out. And, I love you, too—and I do really enjoy sleeping with you,” Kari said, looking at her, feeling tears coming to her eyes. “I’m not willing to give you up, even if things work out with Joe.”

Stacy was crying softly now, and Kari regretted talking about all that in this setting. But, everyone else was busy talking intimately with someone, so no one apparently noticed. “Well, I knew things were bound to change, but I’m glad I’m not totally out of it with you,” she said through her tears.

“You’ll never be totally out of my life, if it’s my choice, Lover Doll,” Kari replied. “Besides, you’ll have to come over to Joe’s place for the lessons, won’t you? So, I’ll even see you on some of the days when I’m staying with him. And, you are welcome to have Bunny—or someone else—come over when I’m not there, if you like.”

Stacy took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. “Yeah, I guess so. But, I get to sleep with you on the other days?”

“I guarantee it,” Kari said, looking directly into her eyes, and reached over and pulled her into a warm kiss.

“Ok . . . I’ll just make do with that, then,” Stacy said, trying to brace herself up. “I’m going to the lady’s room, be right back.”

“Ok.”

Afterwards, Kari thought that actually went much more smoothly than she’d anticipated. In fact, her imagination had been that she’d be trying to get up the nerve to talk with Stacy for days, and it all would become a huge blowup. Her family never worked things out, and there were actually few blow-ups because her mom held absolute power, and making her angry was tantamount to living in hell for however long her mom wanted to exact revenge. But, this relationship was quite different than that, and Stacy had matured more than she’d realized over the past few months, and it seemed to Kari that all she needed was the knowledge that she had a place, and was wanted, even if it wasn’t perfect. In fact, Kari realized, Stacy probably knew how to deal with an imperfect, lacking world better than most people.

When she returned, though, Kari made sure the she was sitting on one of the love seats and she gestured to her to sit beside her. Stacy smiled, somewhat sadly, but sat down and snuggled up to her, which felt very good to Kari.

Not long after that, Krystal came out to the center and announced that dinner was ready to be served, asking that they adjourn to the dining room. This time, the table linen was azure, with sapphire stones set into it around the borders and designs—which, Josie whispered to Stacy and Kari, were real sapphires. Candelabras were placed strategically around it, and the room lights were off, so everything sparkled in blue. At first, Kari was self-conscious about wearing a black bikini to dinner, but then she realized all the others were wearing bikinis, too, and in that light, everything looked blue anyway.

Kari was seated next to Wendy, with Stacy on the other side next to Josie. Josie and Stacy had always gotten along well, so that wasn’t a huge surprise. On the other side next to Josie was Bunny, looking a bit self-conscious, but Kari saw Josie whisper something to her, and she was sure that Josie would help her adjust to eating in a high class setting, just as she had with Stacy.

They started with soup or salad, by choice. It was a very nice tossed salad she had chosen, but Kari picked at it, since she didn’t want to get full before the main dinner. The soups were New England style clam chowder or chicken-barley for those who preferred soup over salad. Next to her, Stacy mewed almost in ecstasy from the first taste of the clam chowder, so Kari reminded her in a whisper that there was a lot more to come, and to go easy.

As soon as they were all started, Wendy put a warm hand on Kari’s thigh, with a light squeeze of welcome.

Kari looked at Wendy and smiled. “Thank you for inviting us. It’s always wonderful here.”

“It’s always wonderful for you to visit us,” Wendy replied warmly. “I hear that you and Joe might make it more often than visits sometime—soon, I hope?” she said with a query in her voice.

Kari blushed. “Uhmm . . . maybe . . . we’re working on it. I’m just not sure we can get it to work“

“What do you need to make it work? Can I help?”

About that time, Joe, Lisa and the 2 servers (Krystal and Katie) moved the food carts in, so Kari couldn’t answer right away. That delay was actually a good thing, because Kari could think through her reply more carefully. She wasn’t sure she knew what she needed to make it work.

Joe announced that the food carts were arranged in three categories: “Seafood, Poultry and ‘Other,” the last he said with a grin. “Don’t worry, for those of you with a sweet tooth, there will be a dessert cart in afterwards,” he reassured them. He then described generally and quickly the contents of each category.

Kari chose the seafood, since she was very fond of shrimp and King Crab, and—as she put it later—“made a pig out of herself” with both. She did eat some of the vegetables, as per her upbringing, and found them just as tasty as the seafood. Stacy had a delicately spiced Cornish hen, and obviously enjoyed it just as much, judging from the sounds she made as she ate.

Wendy invited them all for a toast, and they drank from the wine glasses which had been served to each of them for that purpose. “To a wonderful life, all of you! To life!”

“To life!” (Clinking glasses all around, sip.)

The dessert cart arrived, and they all got something from it, even though none of them had room for it.

After awhile of over-imbibing on chocolate sherbet and the like, Wendy put her hand on Kari’s thigh again.

“So, did you think of anything I could do to help? With making things work out with your lifestyles and so on with Joe, I mean.”

“Uhmm . . . I’m not really sure. I guess I’m more worried about my house and Stacy. After I thought about it, it wouldn’t make a lot of difference if I lived here or at my place when it comes to my job at the library.”

“So, does Stacy need help keeping up the house? Or, did you mean, you’re worried about Stacy missing you, since you’ve obviously become her significant other?”

“Both, I guess. For the house, it’s just that nobody ever took time to teach her anything. I had to show her how to blow dry her hair. I don’t know if she knows anything about the problems involved in keeping up a house. My mortgage is paid automatically from my bank account, but there are all the utilities, and repairs, and all that. I can probably keep up with the bills when I’m there, but I don’t know how she’ll handle anything immediate.”

“Well, let’s suppose you and Joe get things going. How does it sound to you, if I have one of my maintenance guys go over and check out things at your house each day that you’re gone? Of course, when you’re there, you can find out how she’s doing, and teach her what she needs to know, but while you’re working out of here, I can have one of the maintenance guys check on her. They can go out in person sometimes, or just call and make sure things are going well.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Kari said, apologetically.

“No, I don’t have to do it, that’s true. But, I want to,” Wendy told her. “For one thing, I want you to feel at home and at ease here, and I do like Stacy, too, so I’d be happy to help her for her sake, anyway.”

Kari thought about it for a few moments. “I think the only thing that makes me nervous about that is the ‘guy’ thing. She’s very nervous around guys, uhmm . . . if you remember her past.“

“Ah! . . . yes, I remember . . . her mom’s boyfriends and all that . . . and, after all, she’s lesbian or more likely bi-sexual. What about if I send Michelle out there?”

“Michelle? You mean Victoria’s Michelle?”

“Oh course. Michelle’s turned out to be a wonderful employee and has become a supervisor. It’s really quite interesting how that turned out for the two of them. Michelle is good about attending to details. She’s still in school, but she’s very efficient with her time, and I would pay her regular hours plus mileage, so she wouldn’t be out anything. Victoria is fairly good, but she gets carried away by her frustration . . . but she’s good as a security guard, that’s for sure. She actually tackled a woman who tried to go past the vehicle gate. It’s all on video recording, so I know she did a great job!”

“She tackled someone who tried to go past the gate?”

“Yup, no doubt about it. And it was all recorded, so the woman is facing charges. But, anyway, Michelle might be the best solution to the issue of you letting Stacy be in charge at your place. She’s very diplomatic, I’ve found. For one thing, her past wasn’t easy any more than Stacy’s, but she learned from it, so she uses what she learned. I think Stacy is similar in that sense—she does try to use what she’s learned.”

“Yes, that’s true. Well, that works for me to have Michelle check on things . . . do you want me to tell Stacy about it? “

“That’s up to you—you know her a lot better than I do. She might not take it as a compliment, or she might think it’s a great idea. I’d say . . . not quite yet, becaue we need to have all the details in place first. Let me talk with Michelle first, and get it all ready, and then you can talk with Stacy if you want to.”

“Ok, that makes sense, thanks!”

“It’s no problem, I’m glad to help.”

They adjourned to the tables outside the hot-tub room sometime along in there. Kari had enjoyed enough drinks to be a little foggy on the details by then—not to mention that being full from dinner was making her lethargic. And, after all, she had enjoyed the picnic (the problem with Bunny notwithstanding), the visit to Joe’s luxurious apartment, as well as all those shrimp and King crab legs. So, at that moment, she honestly wished she could take a short nap—or even a long one, and just sleep until morning.

Then, Wendy raised her hand to get everyone’s attention. “We had several ideas about fun things to do this evening, so if everyone’s agreeable, we can tell you about them.” They all nodded and turned towards her to listen, knowing that almost everything they did here turned out fun.

“We have two separate games to choose from, so let me give you the choices and let you decide. However, we probably should say that it’s either one game or the other, because we don’t have enough people to do both of them. Rest assured, though, that we can do the other game the next time we get together, so it doesn’t matter too much which one of them you choose,” Wendy said, smiling.

“One choice is pretty simple, it’s Strip Blackjack—for those of you familiar with Strip Poker, it’s basically the same game, although, it’s Blackjack, and the Dealer changes after every hand,” Josie continued. “Whoever loses the hand, has to take off one item of clothing—if it’s like shoes, then it’s both of them—and after you run out of clothing, then the winner of the hand can tell you something sexy to do.”

“What if you don’t know how to play Blackjack?” Kari asked.

“Lisa can explain it to you, if that’s the game we select for tonight,” Josie replied. “None of us here are experts, unless Stacy or Bunny is,” and she looked enquiringly at both Stacy and Bunny, who both shook her head ‘no’, “so nobody will really have any particular advantage or disadvantage. If we don’t play that tonight, then Lisa and I can explain the game to each of you sometime when we’re not very busy, and you can get the hang of it before our next party.”

“The other game is a bit more graphic—maybe even crude—if you don’t mind my saying so, but as soon as it gets rolling, it’s a lot of sexy fun,” Wendy went on. “We have several names for it, but we usually call it ‘The Suck Her Circle.’ It’s really about multiple orgasms, and since most men have a hard time with that, it’s really a woman’s game, so Joe has volunteered to be the timer and the score keeper.” Kari hadn’t noticed Joe come in, but realized he was standing behind her, so she turned and smiled at him, and he reached down and kissed her. She blushed and turned back to attention, while the rest of them smiled at her—even Stacy, she noticed.

“It goes like this: We have myself, Josie, Lisa, Krystal, Katie, Kari, Stacy and Bunny as players—which is a total of eight. Everybody strips, and six out of the eight contestants sit back in the chairs which are arranged in sort of a semi-circle. The other two kneel between the legs of the 1^st and 4^th player and get ready to arouse them orally. It’s also legal to use your hands to try to get them off in other ways, but you cannot penetrate them vaginally with your fingers. However, at each position, you only get 30 seconds! Then, they move down to the next players in line, like 2^nd and 5^th, and so on. When they get to the end of the line, everyone has to shift up a seat and they sit down in the last, now empty one—and the person in first chair becomes the next ‘Suck Her’.”

“Joe will keep time and keep score. Whenever someone cums, they must raise their hand so he can note that on his score card. The goal is to get the most cums, but it’s on your honor not to pretend to cum, only real orgasms. Take note that there are two versions of orgasm scores . . . you can make someone cum and you can have an orgasm yourself. Joe will keep track of both, and the total of both becomes the winning score. In between stimulation, you cannot touch yourself sexually in any way. Feel free to cheer each other on, though—that helps keep you from cheating by fingering yourself or pinching your nipples, and fun stuff like that.”

They all giggled at the fun absurdity of the game, and Kari found herself quite aroused by the casual atmosphere of doing sexual things in a game-like fashion. In her family and upbringing, there was so much control and manipulation, it was rarely fun, even when sex was ‘ok’, like in a marriage. This sort of game was completely incomprehensible to the culture she had been brought up in.

In any case, they all wanted to try the Suck Her Circle, so the chairs were arranged and the first 2 ‘Suck Hers’ were selected by drawing the short straws. The two beginners were Katie and Stacy, and as it turned out, Kari was in chair number 4, so Stacy knelt between her legs, smiling mischievously at her. Stacy had only got into position when she whispered to Kari that her bush smelled like cum, so had she fucked Joe earlier? Kari blushed and nodded admission, and was relieved when Joe started them off.

Joe, wearing an official looking judge’s hat, and holding a stop watch and a clipboard, put a whistle in his mouth. “On your mark . . . get set . . . go!” and he blew the whistle beginning the game. Katie was sucking on Josie, who had gotten the 1^st chair, and since things were just getting warmed up, neither Josie nor Kari orgasmed in the first 30 seconds, although it was close, because Stacy reached up and pinched Kari’s nipples as she licked her, which almost brought her over the edge. However, that meant she had to grit her teeth to keep from fingering herself in-between turns.

They moved to the next position, and Joe’s whistle got them going again. Katie was working on her twin, Krystal, and she did push her over the edge, so she squealed and raised her hand right before Joe blew his whistle. The others good-naturedly teased the twins, claiming it was unfair because they probably used telepathy—until Joe pointed out that nobody had said that telepathy was against the rules. The others threw the only things they could reach at him, so bras and panties sailed across the room, and since he didn’t bother to duck, the official judge had various items of lingerie on his shoulders and head for the rest of the game. He didn’t seem to mind.

But, the shift was on, and the game continued.

Stacy went after Wendy’s boobs, since she was always very sensitive there, and Wendy squealed out a score about 20 seconds into the turn, and then she moved to Lisa, who was in the 6^th chair. That proved to be very fun, and Lisa added to Stacy’s total just before the whistle blew—but Katie was not to be left behind, since she’d somehow pushed Bunny into a laughing orgasm which almost made her fall off her chair.

They all had to shift up a chair and Stacy sprawled back in the last chair, breathing hard. “That’s a lot of work . . . fun, though,” she said grinning.

And so it went . . . Kari found that by the time it was her turn to be a ‘Suck Her’ she was so aroused that she didn’t feel the slightest bit inhibited, although that insight didn’t occur to her until after the game was over. She found herself feeling quite proud of herself that she was able to arouse the others with her mouth and hands, and when the final scores were tallied, she was second only to Josie, who admitted that she’d had more practice, and besides she didn’t need the money, so she conceded the prize of the $1,000 gift card to Kari. Somewhat surprisingly since she was young and relatively inexperienced, Stacy was in 3^rd place (even over Lisa for a change), receiving a $200 gift card—so Kari told her she could have $250 of the main prize, if she’d help her spend it, to which Stacy delightedly agreed. The rest of them all got gift cards of $100, just for playing the game, so no one was left out. Kari’s thought was that didn’t matter much to Lisa, but it might have meant a lot to Bunny, Krystal and Katie.

All in all, it was a fun game, but when Kari found Joe and whispered that she was ready to try out his King-sized bed, she almost fell asleep walking to his apartment. He just smiled and kissed her gently as he tucked her in, and that’s the last thing she remembered.

When she awakened, although feeling all warm and loving toward Joe, she had a mild hangover headache, and a bit of a sour stomach, which wasn’t very fun.

“Well, good morning, sleepyhead,” Joe said, setting a tray down and gently helping her sit up. From the tray, he opened a packet of Tylenol and one of stomach antacid, and gave them to her with a glass of water. Carefully, she took them, handed the glass back to him and lay back down. She was grateful that the room was still almost in darkness.

“Thank you,” she murmured, trying not to move her head.

“You’re welcome, beautiful,” he said. “Why don’t you just rest until that kicks in, ok?” She didn’t argue with that at all.

She must have dozed off, because when she awakened the second time, she felt much better, although still somewhat tired from all the activities of the previous day. “What time is it?” she asked.

“It’s almost 11 a.m.,” he replied.

“Ugh,” she said, unable to think of anything more suitable to say.

“Heheh . . . yeah, you had a busy day yesterday.”

“But, it was a good day!”

“Glad to hear it,” Joe replied. “By the way, earlier when I went out to the kitchen to get supplies, Stacy caught me by the breakfast bar, and asked to speak with me a moment.”

Kari sat up, and gratefully accepted the coffee cup which magically appeared in front of her. “Oh?”

“She asked me about the cooking lessons. And, she mentioned that she knew that you were in love with me.”

“And?”

“I told her that you were in love with her, too, even if perhaps in a different way. She looked a bit surprised, blushed a bit, but seemed pleased—I suppose, pleased that I knew and wasn’t fighting her about it. Then I told her that she didn’t have to worry—at least from my end of things. I’m so busy, I’m sure there will be time enough for both of us to enjoy you. I asked her if she was jealous, and she said that she was . . . some, which I thought was quite honest of her. After all, she said, you’re the best thing that ever happened to her.”

“She had a rough time before I met her, that’s for sure.”

“And, you’ve helped her a lot, babe. That’s a very good thing.”

“I hope so,” Kari said, looking up at him with some pain in her eyes. He looked at her quizzically. “I mean, I hope I’ve helped her.”

“What makes you think that you haven’t?”

Kari shook her head. “Oh, I don’t know. Nothing, I guess. It’s just been weird—I don’t think I ever learned the tools of any kind of relationships, let alone a lesbian one with a girl who’s less than half my age. Actually, she’s half my age. But, my family, you know. ‘Crazy as bat-shit,’ my ex used to call them. He said it should be listed in the manual as a diagnosis category. He used to be a family therapist, so he would know.”

Joe laughed out loud for several minutes, trying to stifle it—and then scooted over next to her on the bed. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to make fun of your family. That just caught me off guard, so it was very humorous to me.”

“No, don’t apologize. I’m half laughing about it, too. They were crazy, after all. The other half of me is very sad about it. But, anyway, what happened next in your conversation with Stacy?”

“I told her that I would be happy to join in with your support of her—Stacy, I meant—and I’d be happy to teach her to cook. Then she asked how much the lessons would cost, looking very anxious, and when I said I have been looking for an apprentice for some years and I thought she would be a perfect fit, she burst into tears and hugged me. ‘So, how much does it cost to be your apprentice?’ she asked. I told her that it only required lots of hours, no money. She would serve as my personal assistant in all cooking matters, so she’d earn her place without money.”

“Do you mean that?” Kari asked.

“Mean what?”

“That you’ve been looking for an apprentice and that you think she would be a perfect fit.”

“Yes . . . uhmm, babe? . . . I wouldn’t lie to her about something like that. An apprenticeship is very difficult, which is why I’ve had a hard time finding someone who would fit.”

“Oh, I see. I didn’t know that. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to question you unfairly.”

“Don’t worry about it . . . you’re still learning about me, and I am still learning about you. But, anyway, Stacy can be my apprentice, as soon as she lets the Rictnor’s know. They’re not going to mind, I’m sure, since they know me. She’ll probably start next Monday.”

“That’s great, Joe! I’m happy about how this is working out. . . . Speaking of work, I probably need to work from home this week, so I can get stuff packed to bring here.”

“Sounds good to me.”

She had Lisa take her home later that afternoon. Stacy and Bunny had already been delivered, but Bunny decided to go to her place while things got worked out between Kari and Stacy about when they would be where. They were both tired, so they just laid around and talked about things until they went to bed that night in each other’s arms.

Kari worked at the library in the afternoon and evening, so she closed up that night. She was kind of preoccupied by everything, so as she went to her car, she didn’t notice the three guys coming up the walk toward her until they were only a few yards in front of her. They were just as surprised to meet her there, but one of them said, “Well, well, well! Look what we found here, boys,” and he reached in an pulled out a whiskey flask and took a pull and returned it to his pocket.

Kari had sort of stopped, but continued on, realizing her car was behind them in the side parking lot. “Excuse me,” she said, trying to just casually move on by them.

“Wait just a minute, there, purdy lady,” the guy with the whiskey flask said, reaching out and grabbing her hard by the forearm. They were all dressed in rather dirty rough clothes, which looked like they had been slept in. She noticed they also looked like brothers, with reddish-blonde hair, and short beards. She caught the smell of un-washed bodies, and their breath smelling of whiskey.

“What? . . . hey, let me go! I have to get home,” she said, with panic in her voice.

“I will when we’re done with you,” he said bluntly.

“What do you want?”

“We jess came into town, see, and, we’ been lookin’ fer some women to have some fun with,” he said with a southern accent.

“Yeah, where we’ been didn’t have no women,” one of the others said, chuckling with the others humorlessly.

“An’ here you showed up all gift wrapped,” the third guy said, and they moved around her. One of them grabbed her other arm, and pulled her purse away and tossed it to the third guy. Kari was dimly aware of dropping her keys.

Seriously alarmed now, Kari repeated, “Let ME GO!” and began to struggle against them.

“Shut up!” the leader said, and grabbed his dirty handkerchief and crammed it in her mouth, as they started to drag her toward the trees. They stopped at the edge of the trees and one of them reached into her blouse, under her bra, and grabbed her right tit hard.

“Looks like we hit the jackpot, boys,” the guy who had her purse said, as he dug through it. “She’s got two big stacks of bills in here—each of them sez a thousand dollars!” Kari’s heart sank, as she realized it had been a blunder to carry that much cash. She had planned to drop it by the bank on the way home.

They all whooped with delight, and one of them said, “So, let’s have a little pussy and go shoppin’ later!” The leader reached down and pulled up her skirt, and grabbed her pussy hard, while the other two began pulling her blouse open. “And this feels like some prime pussy, too! She’ already be wet!” Then, he grabbed her panties and pulled them off.

Even though no one could see it in the dark, Kari blushed. Her body was getting more and more aroused as they stripped her clothes off, leaving only her skirt, and pushing her down to the ground. Her body was betraying her, she thought.

“What do you mean, ‘betraying” you?” her slutself asked. “You’ve been fantasizing about being raped since you were a teenager.”

“I thought that possibility had passed by years ago. I didn’t expect for it to happen now.”

“Picky, picky, picky,” her slutself replied sarcastically. “But, I suggest you stop fighting them, or they might really hurt you.”

She had been struggling with her arms and trying to close her legs, so the leader finally let go of her arm with his right hand, and hit her on the side of the head with his fist, narrowly missing her eye. She slumped back and went limp. The blow also knocked the handkerchief out of her mouth, so before they could gag her again, she said, “Ok, ok ok! I’ll do whatever you want.”

The leader started to chuckle and said, “Ok, purdy lady, open them legs and give us a good time!” She obeyed, opening her legs as far as she could.

“Ok, boys . . . who wants to fuck me first?” She could feel her left eye start to swell, and knew that she was going to have a black eye.

They cheered and the leader unzipped his pants and dropped them and his underwear down around his ankles. He got between her legs. “Ok, you nasty whore. Here it comes!” And without any hesitation, he thrust into her wet pussy, sliding in easily.

“Yeah, I’m a nasty whore! Give it to me!”

“Gawd, she’s a horny slut! She’s drippin’ wet. She done wanted us to fuck her!”

“Yeah, I’m a horny slut! A fuckin’ cunt! I want you to fuck me!” she said, suddenly finding herself riding an orgasm, getting off on the confession. The humiliation was intensely erotic, just like she had dreamed it would be for many years. He was thrusting in when it started, so her pussy muscles squeezed and held him deep inside her. She felt his cock quiver and shoot his cum into her.

“What a slut! She made me cum in only a minute or so,” he said.

“Well, we’ done had a lot saved up, Jeb,” one of the others said to him. “Move over, and let me have a go!” So the leader sort of rolled to the side, and Kari felt another cock slide into her.

“Ok, slut! My turn!” and he reached down and grabbed her boob and squeezed. She gasped and had another orgasm, although this one wasn’t as strong, because she hadn’t fully recovered from the first one yet. He began fucking in and out, while mauling her boob.

The third guy reached over and started torturing the other tit, starting with her nipple, which he twisted and pulled. She whimpered in pain, but clearly her body was into it, so she found herself humping back up into his thighs, helping him.

“Yeah, what a whore!”

“Yeah, I’m a whore . . . a nasty cunt to be used . . . a fuck toy!” He humped her hard for a few more moments, and then she felt him cum—and her body naturally joined him. He rolled to the side as well, and the third guy moved into position.

After he had entered her, he started slapping her . . . first her tits, then her face . . . alternating from one side to the other. “You fucking cunt!” he said to her.

“Yeah, I’m a fucking cunt . . . a cumdump . . . I want your cum! Fill up my cunt . . . knock me up!” she didn’t know where that last one had come from, because she knew she couldn’t get pregnant. But, it had always been a huge turn-on for her to get pregnant from rape.

Suddenly, a short distance away, she heard another voice.

“HEY! What are you doin’?” a girls voice said. The three guys turned and looked at something over by the library.

“Damn! She’s on her cell phone! She’s gonna’ call the cops! Let’s get out of here!” the leader, Jeb, yelled. They scrambled to get their pants up, the third guy pulling his cock suddenly out of Kari’s pussy, and then they ran deeper into the trees. It took Kari by surprise, so she actually felt disappointed that he’d stopped fucking her. She blushed to herself, thinking how slutty that was.

She lay back and closed her legs, breathing hard. Then the girl said, “Oh, no! It’s Kari! . . . just lie still, the cops and the ambulance are on the way! Oh, my gawd!”

A face appeared above her, but it was dark and Kari was dazed, so she had trouble focusing.

“Are you hurt badly?”

She tried to sit up, but the girl gently pushed her back down. “Just lay still, Kari. It’s Brenda . . . you know, from the library . . . the cops and the ambulance are on the way.” In the background, she could already hear sirens.

“Hi, Brenda,” she croaked out, and then tried to clear her throat. She felt Brenda gently touching her swollen eye, and she flinched away.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. You’re really hurt,” and Brenda made a mewing sound of distress in her throat. Then, Kari saw flashing lights reflect off the trees, and the cops and the ambulance arrived.

The rest of the evening was a blur—all Kari remembered was telling one of the female EMTs to find her keys over by the sidewalk, gesturing toward the library—so, nobody would steal her car. It hurt to move, so she pushed Kari gently back down. A short while later, she told Kari that Brenda had found her keys.

The next thing she knew, she was in the ER, and they were asking her questions, which she tried to answer, and she over-heard them talking about documenting the exam for court. Then, she must have passed out again, because the next thing she knew was in a hospital bed and Stacy and Joe were there by her bed, looking pretty stressed.

“Hi! You’re awake!”

“Hi,” Kari croaked . . . she tried to swallow and found it difficult. Stacy held a cup with a straw up to her mouth, and she took a drink. Joe patted her hand gently and fondly.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

After she had swallowed several times, and licked her lips, she replied, “Like I just swam the entire ocean underwater.”

Joe and Stacy both smiled, and Joe said, “I’ll bet.”

“Well, the docs say that you’ll be pretty sore, but you came out ok. No broken bones, no internal injuries—physical ones, I mean.” Stacy swallowed nervously, and Kari realized that he was leaving out emotional injuries. As Kari thought about it, though, she really didn’t feel emotionally wounded. After all, she’d been preparing to be raped for most of her life—and she remembered having some mega orgasms.

Joe continued. “But, you still had a pretty rough time of it last night, so they said to take your time. When you’re ready, you’re free to go. They didn’t officially admit you to the hospital; they just gave us this room to let you recover a bit. And, by the way, Wendy, Josie and Lisa are outside. They would only let two of us in here at a time.”

“It’s nice of them to come.” Kari reached up and gently touched her swollen eye.

“You have a pretty good shiner, there babe. Leave it alone, though,” Joe said. Stacy reached over and caught the hand that had been touching her eye, and pulled it over to her lips, kissed it and held it in both of her hands, rubbing and caressing, mewing softly in a distressed way, kissing her fingers one by one. Kari tried to smile at her, but her lips were so dry, she wasn’t sure what expression came out in the end.

“We’ve decided that you need to go stay with Joe for a few days,” Stacy said, after wiping her eyes and clearing her throat. “He’s got an extra room where I can stay and help out when Joe has to be gone to work. He’s been very nice to me,” she added, smiling at him.

Kari smiled at both of them, or tried to, through her cracked, dry lips.

An ER nurse came in and checked Kari over, asked her some questions, and then told her she was free to go whenever she was ready. Now that she had been awake for awhile, she realized she was very hungry, so she got up with their help. Her clothes had been torn to shreds, but they had brought along some other clothes (sweat pants, a sweat shirt and some sandals) for her, so they helped her get dressed, and they slowly went out.

Wendy, Josie and Lisa were all there to greet her, and Lisa ran out to move the limo around so Kari wouldn’t have to walk very far. She was glad about that, because she was just sore—her thighs and legs felt bruised, her joints felt stiff, her face was stretched tight from the swelling. The trip to the mansion was thankfully uneventful. She joined in with the casual chat, which was easy because they didn’t talk about anything serious. Stacy sat next to her and held her hand the whole way, and Kari had the sense that she’d have been hugging, except that she thought it might hurt. Actually, Kari realized, that was probably true.

“By the way, Brenda gave us her cell phone number, and asked that we let her know when you get done at the hospital,” Josie said. “So, I called her while Lisa was getting the limo. She was glad that you don’t have serious injuries.”

“Brenda?”

“The gal who saw what was happening last night and called the cops—which, I understand, ran your attackers off.” Kari remembered then. “Thank God she happened to walk by at the time. And Silvia at the library knows and said she’d take care scheduling your substitutes for the rest of the week. She said to tell you to get your rest, and get healed up, but take your time. . . . and, uhmm . . . she knows it was sexual assault, but she told me she’s not going to tell anyone else, except the city head librarian—who she thought needed to know, because they will have to consult the city attorney. That way, the city will accommodate any time off you need, and after all, it occurred on the library property. She said if you need anything, just let her know and she’ll take care of it. She seemed very concerned about you.”

“Thank you.”

They pulled up at the mansion a short while after that and Lisa drove around close to Joe’s apartment entrance so she wouldn’t have to walk very far. Wendy and Josie gave her a gentle kiss on the side of her face away from the black eye, and told her “Welcome home!” Soon after that, she was sitting in a soft chair with a drink in her hand in Joe’s living room, while he and Stacy started making something to eat.

The week went by slowly, but Kari had a lot of time to read and, when Stacy wasn’t working with Joe, she talked with Stacy about things. It was a timely conversation, because Stacy needed to process the changes which were happening. She also had a lot of time with Joe, and slept with him at night, enjoying the King-sized bed. Joe took some time off to spend time with her, and a lot of it, they spent in the Jacuzzi. She loved his apartment, the colors, the furniture, as well as the many perks built into it, like the voice actuated lights and music, maid service and so on.

She noticed one thing unusual: her sex drive was really revved up, and she found herself having sex with both Joe and Stacy every day. They were a bit cautious about that, at first, because they knew she was sore and bruised, but after Kari had been fine afterwards, they relaxed and just enjoyed her sexual energy. They didn’t know it, but the pain actually spurred her on erotically. She thought a lot about the rape and how it had really fulfilled one of her fantasies, and it seemed to her that it had ignited a nymphomaniac dimension of herself which she hadn’t been aware of. She found herself simply lusting about everyone who was there—the maids, the cooks, and of course, Joe and Stacy. When no one was around, she even masturbated a lot, with the images of the rape driving her into very intense orgasms. She didn’t tell anyone, because she was a bit embarrassed to admit that she had been fantasizing about rape for most of her life, and now that it had happened, she seemed to have become a nympho because of it.

But, after five days, she was getting bored from being cooped up in the apartment. Coincidentally, Lisa went and picked up Brenda and brought her over for a visit. As all new-comers to the mansion, Brenda was in awe of the place, and both excited and intimidated by it. Wendy and Josie went out of their way—even postponed some important meetings—to welcome her and thank her for helping Kari.

“Thank you for helping me,” Kari also told her, after she’d had a tour. The cooks brought by some snacks and drinks for them as they talked, so Brenda was sampling some of the items which she hadn’t tasted before. She was a heavy-set lady with huge boobs, and Kari knew from her library card record that she was 27 years old.

“You’re welcome. What I did wasn’t really any unusual effort. Anyone would have dialed the cops had they seen what I saw.”

“Well, maybe. Some wouldn’t, though, not wanting to get involved.”

“Actually, I was going over to the library because I was hoping to see you.”

“Even that late at night? Really? You were hoping to talk with me?”

“Uhmm . . . not exactly,” and Brenda blushed, to Kari’s surprise.
“I don’t understand.”
“Well, I’ve been . . . uhmm . . . very interested in you for a long time.”
“What do you mean, interested in me?” Kari asked, a bit puzzled.

“Uhmm . . . well . . . I don’t know if you’re into . . . uhmm . . . women,” Brenda said, haltingly.

Kari suddenly caught on. “You mean for sex?”

Brenda blushed. “Yes.”

“You’ve been wanting to have sex with me?”

Kari started to laugh, which made Brenda blush and look away.

“No, no . . . don’t be embarrassed. I was laughing because I’ve recently discovered that I’m bi-sexual . . . so, yes, I am into women,” Kari admitted.

“Really?” Brenda asked.

“Yes. In fact, Stacy has been living with me for months now . . . and I sleep with her all the time . . . or nearly all the time. Lately, I’ve been sleeping with Joe, too.”

“Wow. So, you’re not offended that I’m interested in you sexually?”

“Not at all. In fact, I take it as a compliment.”

“So, would you be interested in having sex with me?”

“Yes. In fact, since the rape, I’ve been so horny, I think about sex all the time.”

Brenda looked at her with an expression of desire. “I’d do anything to just get to lick your . . . uhmm . . . pussy. You see, I’ve only had one experience with that, years ago in college. There was this gal there who got drunk one night, and she let me lick her. Since I’m overweight, not many people find me attractive. To be honest, I’d even be willing to be raped to get fucked—I’ve wandered around the alleys and streets at night hoping that would happen. Guys never ask me out, so there’s not much chance of getting sex, and you know how everybody talks here in the Bible belt about lesbians.”

“Yeah, I can understand that. I’ve fantasized about being raped since I was a teen,” Kari said.

“You have?”

“Yes. But, what you just said was you’d do anything just to lick me?”

“Yeah . . . I’ve fantasized about being your sex slave for months.”

“Well, I’m not sure about getting that to work. I’m a submissive. But, I’d like you to lick my pussy. I’m so horny right now, I’m about climbing the walls, so if you’re interested, I’m willing.” She got up and took Brenda by the hand and they went into one of the guest rooms. Then, she took her blouse off—she wasn’t wearing a bra, so her tits flopped free. Brenda looked wide-eyed at her boobs and licked her lips. Then she slipped off her sweatpants, leaving her in just her panties. Brenda, still fully clothed, sat there on the bed, just watching with lust in her eyes.

She went over to Brenda and kissed her on the lips, and things got going pretty fast from there. It wasn’t long before Brenda was also naked and laying on her back on the bed facing up, while Kari sat on her face and played with her boobs. She licked and sucked Kari into 3 orgasms before Kari fingered her pussy and made her cum, too.

“I love your huge boobs,” Kari told her. “I’ve always wanted big boobs.”

“But yours are just perfect!” Brenda said as Kari leaned down and started to lick her cunt in a 69.

After about an hour, and many more orgasms, Kari called a halt, reminding Brenda that Lisa would be coming by to pick her up and take her back home by 3pm. So, Brenda reluctantly stopped kissing and sucking on Kari’s labia and got dressed, as did Kari.

They sat and had another drink while they waited for Lisa, who arrived at the previously arranged time. Kari gave Brenda a kiss and a hug, thanking her for such an enjoyable time, and Brenda followed Lisa out of the apartment, smiling as they went.

Kari went and took a rinse-off shower after that, so that she wouldn’t feel sticky for the evening. That turned out to be a good move, because shortly after that Stacy texted her, saying that Wendy had invited them to dinner, but they could wear anything they wanted to and didn’t need to dress up. Kari texted back asking if that meant it was ok to come to dinner naked, which brought a laugh from Stacy. “Wendy said that would be fine with her, and if you come naked, she’ll get naked, too, and the rest will be sure to follow,” the message came back.

Even being as horny as she was, Kari couldn’t quite just walk in for dinner totally nude, so she opted to go topless, with a skirt—but no panties, so if she got the nerve, she could get nude easily. Wendy smiled at her, came over and gave her a gentle hug and a deep sexy kiss, and then she took off her top, showing off her tits as well. As she’d said, the others followed suit, so they all sat down for drinks and appetizers with their boobs fully visible to each other.

“I wonder where Lisa is,” Wendy commented. “It’s rare for her to be late, especially for dinner. I don’t know how she keeps herself so thin, since she loved the food here.” Then she suddenly sat upright, reached into a pocket in her skirt, and pulled out a cell phone which was apparently vibrating. “Excuse me, everyone . . . I apologize for the interruption, but this is an urgent call,” and she stepped over to the hallway for a quick conversation.

About that time, they heard hurried foot-steps and Lisa skidded into the room on her 5-in stiletto heels, breathing a bit harder than usual. Kari noticed that she’d changed out of her black butler outfit that she’d been wearing earlier when she picked up Brenda. Now she was wearing her burgundy outfit. “So sorry I’m late, everyone. I apologize.” She seemed just a little flustered, which was unusual for Lisa, but she sat down and joined in with everyone.

Wendy came back in, and looked thoughtfully at Lisa. Behind her, Katie brought in a large table phone, which Kari realized was a speaker phone. “I just got word about something that has happened, and I was talking with David about it—David is a cop downtown and a good friend of ours, by the way—and it occurred to me that you need to be in on this conversation.” Kari noticed that Lisa looked a bit nervous. Wendy hit a speed-dial number, and they could hear it ring.

“Hello, this is David,” a male voice said from the speaker.

“Yes, David, it’s me . . . I’ve got the speaker phone set up and everyone is here—Josie, Lisa, Joe, Kari, Stacy, Katie and Krystal. And me, of course. Everybody say hi to David. He knows who all of you are.” They all chorused their greeting, to which he replied.

“Ok . . . well Wendy, if you’re sure we need to include all of these folks in this, here we go. We got an emergency call today that there was an attempted rape about 10 blocks away from the library—the one where you work, Kari. The caller said there were seriously injured people on the scene, so we went Code 3 lights and sirens to the location—cops, ambulance, fire engine, the works.”

“When we got there, there were three men on the ground in pretty bad shape. A woman was hugging a teenage girl whose blouse had been torn, so she had it wrapped around her. The woman identified herself as the person who had called 911, and the mother of the teen girl.”

“After we pieced it together, the story goes like this: The mom and daughter had argued a bit about the daughter cleaning her room, and she’d gotten angry and stomped out. Mom said that she’d been doing that a lot lately, but she’d walk it off and then come back in a pretty short while, and they’d work it out. But, this time she didn’t come back, so mom went out to check on her. She knew that her daughter often walked in the nearby park by the trees, so she went in that direction. Soon, she could see a small group of people a ways down the grassy area, so she went toward them. It became apparent that it was three men and someone, who from a distance looked like her daughter, in a scuffle. She started to hurry toward them and saw two other people go up to them from another direction, and as she got closer, she could see that one of them was dark-haired and wearing what looked like a black butler’s costume like one of those magician’s assistants on TV and high stiletto heels. The other lady she described as being somewhat heavy set, wearing a casual blouse and skirt.

“About that time, she could see them saying something, and one of the men went after the gal in the butler’s costume—as in, after her aggressively. The mom started running hard toward them then, concerned that the woman would get hurt.

“Then, she said, all hell broke loose. The woman in the black butler outfit started punching and kicking, and the man who had started after her sort of flew backward over the ground after she kicked him in the head. One of the other guys let go of the mom’s daughter, and went after her, too, and he spun around and fell down holding his groin. The third guy started to run, and the woman in the butler’s suit picked up a rock and threw it at him, knocking him down. It was over in a matter of seconds.

“By this time, she was there, and the first thing she did was grab her daughter, and help her pull her torn blouse back around her. The men were groaning in intense pain, except for the first one, who was out cold. The one holding his groin was obviously bleeding.

“Her daughter told her that the men said they were going to rape her—in their terms “fuck her”—but the woman in the butler outfit had come up and said, ‘I don’t think so!’ and told them to stop, and then when they tried to grab her, she knocked them all down.

“Then woman in the black butler’s outfit turned to her and asked if they were ok, and the daughter nodded. Then she told the mom that they’d be going now, so if she would, please call 911 to report the attempted rape, and to tell the cops that these were the three men who had raped the librarian earlier this week. The heavy-set woman added that she’d been an eyewitness in the librarian incident, and she was sure these were the same men.”

Kari blinked, realizing the meaning of what he had just said, and turned and looked at Lisa, who was using her finger to rub the side of her nose and pursing her lips, trying rather unsuccessfully to act unconcerned.

David continued: “Without any further ado, the woman in the butler’s outfit and the heavy-set woman walked back over to their car—which had been sitting there idling with the doors open—got in and drove away. It seemed apparent to the mom, as per her report, that they had just been driving by, had seen what was happening, pulled over and jumped out to intervene.

“When we got there, the first guy had a broken left wrist, a broken right arm, and basically a shattered jaw, and he was out cold. The second guy had apparently drawn a knife, because he had a empty scabbard on his belt, and the knife (which was the same size to fit that scabbard) was . . . shall we say, lodged in his groin. He also had a broken femur, and a broken collar bone. The third guy who had tried to run away had his pelvis and hip joint broken in several places from where the rock hit him. We hauled them all in cuffs to the hospital, where they are under guard, and they will be charged with numerous offenses, including sexual assault. We ran a background check, and it turns out they had recently escaped from a jail in Alabama, so they were on the run anyway. They’ll be going to the big house for a long time.”

There was a pause as they sat there trying to absorb all that had been told to them.

“Now, I only know one dark-haired lady who wears a black butler outfit, and there were holes in the soft ground which would have matched 5-inch stiletto heels in the tracks from the road to the scene.” Everyone turned and looked at Lisa, who was trying her best to look innocent. She nervously took a drink from her ice water glass.

David cleared his throat.

“Lisa, do you know anything about all this?”

“Uhmm . . . no . . . no, sir . . . <ahem> . . . no, I don’t,” she replied, clearly apprehensive to all in the room watching her. Then, she clasped her hands in front of her on the table and sighed deeply. “Well . . . uhmm . . . maybe a little . . . I might know about . . . some of it . . . sir.”

“Just in case, what color is the butler outfit you are wearing now?” he asked.

“Burgundy.”

“Good. Keep it that way for awhile or wear something else, just not black.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now, Lisa, you need to know that I know it was you, because I know from our personal friendship--after all the hours of riding with you driving while Wendy and I were working on cases--that you’re a 6^th degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do, and there aren’t many people who can actually run on a recently watered lawn in 5-inch stiletto heels, let alone take out three grown men in about 10 seconds in a grassy park wearing a butler outfit without even getting a run in your pantyhose—not to mention your connection with Kari, so you would have known about the other rape since it wasn’t released as public news.” Kari whistled under her breath at that—she had no idea Lisa was a black belt, in addition to all her other talents and skills.

“But, given the situation, those son’s-a-bitches deserved every bit of what you gave them, and you stopped them from raping that girl, so I’m going to keep that knowledge to myself. The rest of the guys here in the department all seem to be very uninterested in trying to find the person who beat the shit out of three escaped convicts who were raping a teenager, so you’re very likely to just be overlooked in the investigation. You’ll just have to keep a low profile for a month or two until people forget about it.”

“But, as a cop, Lisa, I still should be arresting you for assault with a deadly weapon, because as a black belt your hands and feet are deadly. You’d probably get acquitted and all that, but you’d still have answer to the law. That’s as a cop—but as a man and as a parent myself, if I were in the room with you now, I’d be shaking your hand, congratulating you on a job well done and thanking you for protecting that teenage girl.”

“On the other hand, Lisa, vigilante activity is not a good thing, either, so don’t make this a habit. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir!” Lisa said clearly and definitely. “Thank you, sir!”

“You’re welcome. Remind me, though, to never make you mad,” he said with a laugh.

“Yes, sir!” And they closed out the call.

The others all looked at Lisa, some grinning, and some in shock. Kari was both. Joe was laughing openly, whooping with great delight, almost falling off of his chair. Lisa looked at him and blushed, apparently a little embarrassed by the exposure.

“Wow,” Kari said to Lisa. “You took out the guys who raped me. All those broken bones, a shattered jaw . . . took away his knife and stabbed him with it. And you broke that guy’s hip with a rock?”
“They won’t be bothering anyone for a long time. Although, I regret that when I kicked his jaw, I missed.”

“You missed?”

“I meant to break his neck,” she said. “And I didn’t have time to do a better job with the knife on the other guy—I was going to cut off his . . . uhmm . . . well. . .” She trailed off and looked sheepish, and Wendy started to laugh . . . and the rest joined in until they were all laughing like Joe was. After a few moments, Lisa couldn’t help but laugh, too.

Even though Wendy told everyone not to talk about it to anyone, the story got out from some other source. Wendy suspected it got out from the police department, because the media tracked down the mother of the teenager and interviewed her on television. They didn’t show her face, and they said they were disguising her voice, but the whole story got out, including that these men had raped a librarian earlier in the week—except nobody said any names. They didn’t name the library or the librarian, but Kari felt a bit exposed, knowing that it could come out that she’d been raped—especially from those who worked with her. Her sudden disappearance with no information would be grist for the gossip mill around the library.

Luckily, most of the resulting talk at the bar and coffee shops around San Antonion was about the “Butler Lady,” and the incredible feat of taking out three grown men on a grass lawn wearing high heels in about 10 seconds—and that one of them had a knife which she took away and stabbed him “in the balls” with—that part of the story fed all kinds of risqué jokes which went on and on. Somehow, someone found out about the many broken bones the escaped convicts had, and that one of them had been severely injured by the “Butler Lady’s” thrown rock when he tried to run away.

The mom of the teenager commented that after all that, the “Butler Lady” had walked away completely untouched on television without even revealing her name. She said she wished she’d asked at the time, or at least had said “thank you” for saving her daughter—but everything happened so fast, she didn’t think of it in time—but, if anyone could get the message to the “Butler Lady” to please let her know how grateful she was for what she had done.

There were some who tried to identify her heavy-set companion, but Brenda was shy and relatively unknown, so that didn’t go anywhere, either.

All the same, Kari found herself thinking that everyone was going to know that she’d been raped, and she was incredibly aroused by that, which was confusing. She took some time to think about that one day, sitting on the couch at Joe’s apartment.

“So, what’s the big deal?” her slutself asked.

“Why am I so turned on by the idea that people know that I was raped?”

“I got that part already. I meant, why does it matter? You like being horny, you like be a nympho, and you like sex. Why not just go with it and not worry about why?”

“It’s just weird. Why am I so much hornier because I was raped?”

“Because of why you wanted to be raped in the first place way back when you started to have that fantasy.”

“Ok, then why did I want to be raped in the first place?”

“You don’t know?”

“Not consciously, no. Obviously, you know, and you’re part of me, so at some level I know. I’m just not aware of it.”

“Nice to be recognized as part of the team, thank you,” her slutself said sarcastically.

“You’re welcome. Glad to help, any time.” Kari shot back.

“Touché.” Kari laughed.

“But back to the question, why did I want to be raped in the first place?”

“Because it would allow you to lose your virginity and your parents couldn’t blame it on you. And, since you were sure the word would get around, and that you’d be considered ‘damaged goods’ that people would treat you as a slut, and you could get away with acting like the slut you are, and you’d get to have sex all the time.”

<A long silence>

“Oh.” Kari said.

“Of course, now you like sex to include pain and humiliation and you like being treated as a sexual object, so it’s even more driven and more exciting that it used to be.”

“I guess so. And that’s why I keep thinking that people will know that I was raped—I want them to know. I get it. Even this conversation is about to make me cum without even touching myself.”

“Yeah, I know. You keep imagining people just coming up to you and feeling you up, people making you walk around with your naked tits and pussy out for view, sucking off and fucking people at the library, gangbangs, dancing at the nude bar, selling naked pictures of yourself to porn magazines, and going to porn shops to suck strangers off . . . and so on.” With those thoughts, Kari did cum.

“I’m really going wacko, aren’t I?”

“Well, since I like those images too, I don’t think you are, no.”

“Ok, so we’re both wacko?”

“That’s probably it.”

That day, by the time Joe returned to the apartment, she was laying there with almost naked—only wearing a nipple chain, a see-thru babydoll that he had bought her and heels—as she used a large vibrator bring herself to orgasm after orgasm. The leather ‘slut’ paddle was laying beside her, and it was clear that she’d used it to spank her cunt and the insides of her own thighs as hard as she could, because, after all, it imprinted the word ‘slut’ on her skin and her thighs had obviously been worked over for quite a while.

She looked up at him with glazed eyes and reached out for him, not even bothering to remove the vibrator from her soaked pussy. He looked a bit cautious and curious, and then reached down and hugged and kissed her. Her tongue immediately found its way into his mouth and her passion exploded—and she clearly had another orgasm. This was going just a bit too fast for him, so he pulled back to talk with her, to her whine of disappointment.

“Hi, baby. Looks like you started without me,” he grinned at her.

“I’m your slut and I need you,” she said breathlessly.

“I can see that, and that’s great, but let me put my stuff from work away, and change and get us something to drink, and then we can pick up right there where you left off, ok?”

She whined with impatience. “Ok . . . but, hurry, please.”

“Ok . . . I will. Be right back.”

With that, he did hurry, and in just a few minutes he came in with a drink in each hand, and handed one to her. She was sitting up by then, so he sat down on the couch beside her and put his arm around her. She took several gulps of the rum and coke, as though she wasn’t even tasting it.

“You’re really revved up, baby. What happened to light your fire?”

“I figured out why I wanted to be raped.”

“Oh?”

“Because it would allow me to lose my virginity and my parents couldn’t blame it on me. And, since I was sure the word would get around, and that I’d be considered ‘damaged goods’ that people would treat me as a slut, and I could get away with acting like the slut I am, and I’d get to have sex all the time.”

Joe took all that in, and looked thoughtful. “Wow.”

“Which means the bottom line is I just want to have sex all the time, and I never got the chance—until now, that is. At that point, I got so horny, I’ve been spanking my pussy and thighs and cumming and cumming and cumming for the last several hours. I’m a little floaty-like . . . like I’m in space or something. I’m really a slut now, after all.” Her voice was sort of ‘sing-song’, so to speak. She took another couple of gulps of her drink.

He chuckled. “Well, if that’s what you’ve always wanted to be, that’s great, baby.”

“Yup, yup, yup . . . so how do you want to fuck me?” she asked cheerfully. “I’m a nasty cunt fucktoy and you can do anything you want to me!”

The evening really got fun after that.

She finally passed out about 10 o’clock, exhausted from so many orgasms and the drinks she’d had, so Joe just tucked her in and snuggled up and went to sleep with her in his arms. He got up only an hour or so later than usual, took a shower, and got set up for breakfast in the kitchen. He left her a note that he’d be back soon, that he was going to check on the main kitchen staff, and went out.

When he came back, she was still as deeply asleep as she’d been when he left. He wondered if he should wake her, but since she didn’t really have to be anywhere that day to his knowledge, he decided to just let her sleep, and fixed just enough breakfast for himself and ate it. Then, he relaxed with a cup of coffee and read the news on his computer.

She finally woke up at about noon, and he heard her groan, so he picked up the Tylenol and stomach medicine he’d set out, in case she had a hang-over. To his surprise, she didn’t need it, she was just thirsty and drank several glasses of water before she did anything else.

“Was it fun for you yesterday afternoon and evening, dear?” Kari asked him.

“It certainly was! Was it fun for you?”

“Yes, but I know we can’t do it all the time. I don’t know what to do about that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m always horny now. I mean ALWAYS. I just want to have sex all the time.”

“Well, that will probably slow down after a few days, baby. You’ll probably always have a higher sex drive, but it will likely slow down from what it is now. We’ll just have to see how it goes?”

“Are you interested right now, dear?” she asked him, rubbing the inside of his thigh.

“Well, yes, but I do need to go and attend to a few things. Stacy is coming over, though, and I don’t need her for a couple hours, so you could ravish her, if you want. And, after that, I could ask Lisa to go and pick up Brenda and bring her over. Or, you could call Melody and go to the strip club. There’s plenty of choices, baby. All I ask is that you tell me all about it, like you’ve been doing.”

She smiled at him. “You should just start pimping me out. Then you’d make money off of my body.”

He chuckled. “I’ve already got plenty of money, but I’ll keep that in mind, baby. It takes time to be a pimp, and I’m already busy enough.”

“That’s true. I guess I’d rather you were fucking me when you had the time, than pimping me out to other people. I love being with you, dear,” she said, reaching out for a hug which he gladly joined.

Apparently, Joe alerted everybody to Kari’s ‘condition’, so everyone seemed pretty enthusiastic about helping her out. Joe may not have been pimping Kari’s body, but it went pretty close to what he’d said. Stacy put in a couple of hours of heavy sex with her, and then staggered happily back into the kitchen to work with Joe. The only variation was that Lisa wasn’t busy for a couple of hours, since she was waiting on a flight to arrive before she could pick up the people on her schedule, so she put in a couple of hot and sexy hours with Kari. While Lisa ran and got Brenda, Josie even enjoyed some fun with Kari, and then Brenda got her huge tits sucked and enjoyed sucking on Kari’s pussy for another couple of hours.

That evening, Joe had a dinner party he had to supervise, so Kari took his advice and called Melody and arranged to meet her at The Pony Ride. She put on a shimmering black mini-dress that easily rode up on her thighs, with see-thru panties and a push-up half-bra which exposed a lot of cleavage. She also put on something she’d never had the courage to wear before and that was 3-inch hoop earrings (she’d always heard they were called ‘fuck me’ earrings). She didn’t have to bend over very far to show some pussy lips or boobs to anyone looking at her. She was sure that would get her fucked, although she knew that if it didn’t happen at the club, Melody could arrange another orgy. Lisa whistled at her when she came around in the van to give her a ride to the club, saying that she sure looked hot.

Lisa dropped her off with a kiss, saying to call her whenever she was ready to return, and Kari went over to the door. As usual, they knew her, so they called Marc, and ushered her right on in. As she stepped up one of the stairs, her dress rode up enough to show her see-thru panties which didn’t hide her trimmed bush and already wet pussy lips. She didn’t even bother to tug her mini-dress back down, and one guy at the table right ahead of the stairs had to adjust his pants because of the hard-on she’d caused.

Marc came out and looked at her with a smile of appreciation, offered his arm and escorted her right on through to the VIP backrooms, much to the dismay of the guy with the hard-on. Later, one of the waitresses told Kari that he’d asked if the lady with the black mini-dress worked here, and was surprised to find that she didn’t work here, but she’s a VIP. He told her he’d have to come up with the money to get a VIP pass.

“You’re lookin’ ‘fuck-me-hot’ tonight, baby? How have you been?” Marc asked warmly, as he seated her at her usual table and waved at the bar for her usual drinks.

“Well, it’s kinda’ hard to explain, but overall it’s been good.”

“What do you mean? . . . I’ve got a few minutes, since I’m on break, so fill me in.”

“First though, don’t repeat any of this, even the slightest to anyone else, ok? Not even your boss, Allen?”

“Sure, babe. I won’t talk to anyone about it.”

“Well, you know the news about the guys that got the shit beat out of them by the ‘Butler Lady’ and all that?”

“Yeah, sure do—at least what they said in the news. I heard the interview of the mom of that teenage girl.”

“And do you remember them saying that they’d raped a librarian earlier that week?”

“Yeah, I do remember that. At the time, I wondered if you knew her.”

Kari spread her hands. “Take a guess.”

“It was you?”

“Yeah.”

“FUCK! Well, then, it’s a good thing the Butler Lady got there first, or they’d all be dead,” he said with a sudden fire in his eyes.

“Thanks, but they’re going to suffer for a long time from what she did anyway. If you killed them right away, they wouldn’t feel it much.”

“True.”

“She told me that she regretted that she missed when she kicked that guy’s jaw, because she meant to break his neck. I think she missed because the ground was too soft for her 5-inch heels.”

“You know her?”

“Officially, I don’t, you know, but yes, I know her very well. She’s the most talented, beautiful and sexy woman I’ve ever known.”

“She’s some babe, that one . . . the talk of the town. But, anyway . . . did they hurt you a lot, babe?”

“No, not really. I do have one ‘side effect’, though.”

“Oh?”

“I’m always super-horny since then. And, I do mean ALWAYS, and I do mean SUPER-horny. I’ve become a nymphomaniac.”
“Sounds good to me, baby,” he said, grinning. “So, what’s the problem?”

“Yeah well, I’m wearing out all of my lovers, so you could be next in line whenever you’re not working, you sexy man!” she said to him, as she pulled on his tie. “And put me in for the next Lunch Whore event, and let’s schedule you to bring your dog over to fuck Jacquie. I might be the second act after her.”

“Really? If you’re into animals, I can get you connected to a place with some horses you and Jacquie might enjoy.”

“Actually, I’m not sure if I’m into animals. All I know is that I’m so horny, I’ll fuck anything and anybody, anywhere. But, yes, give me that info about the horse place, and we’ll see if that helps any.”

“Will do. And I’ll look at my schedule about bringing Bruno over.”

“Yeah, I need some warning, because I’m staying most of the time with Joe Dupont.”

“Joe Dupont? The Master Chef? Works for Wendy Marcella?”

“Yes. That’s the one. I’m in love with him.”

“You’re in love with him and staying at his place . . . what’s he think about his girlfriend being a nympho?”

“He thinks it’s great. He’s been lining up lovers for me to enjoy when he’s not fucking me. He’s a great guy—at least to me, he is. And the food he cooks is out of this world. He’s very intelligent, too, although a lot of people don’t know that . . . fluent in French, Italian, Spanish and German and can converse in several other languages.”

“He’s a great guy all around, I hear. A bit kinky with women, but that doesn’t bother me. I did hear that he’s a fantastic chef.”

“He is that, indeed. And his kinky side doesn’t bother me, either,” Kari said, grinning. “In fact, I need his kinky side a lot now. And yours, too, for that matter.”

He laughed. “Yeah, that’s been good for us, hasn’t it?”

“Yup. And, I want a rematch sometime soon.”

“Ok, babe. I’ll see what I can do.”

About the time Melody arrived, Allen came by to greet her, as usual. “Have you considered accepting the dancing position?”

“Well, yes, I have. But, I’m not ready to do it, yet. I’m not sure if I ever will, but I’m still thinking about it.”

“You might want to know something, though.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“You know that news story about the Butler Lady and all that?” Allen asked her?

“Yes, I do,” Kari said warily.

“Well, you may not remember, but they mentioned that those three idiots had raped a librarian earlier that week?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, anyway. Apparently, this has raised the sexual status of librarians with a lot of people, especially men, of course—sometimes librarians seem too stiff and abrupt to be sexual, but that story has broken that image. I’ve heard that librarians across the city have been invited out on dates and taken out dancing and all kinds of things. So, the bottom line is that the image of a librarian has become even more erotic and attractive.”

“Oh?” Kari thought about the original reason for her desire to be raped—this sounded like something very much like it.

“So, I’m prepared to offer you a very good salary, if you’d do a librarian act on stage here. And, if you’d be willing to work fulltime, I’d even be willing to pay worker’s comp insurance and benefits. Just to let you know, all we pay the other dancers here is minimum wage, and they earn the rest from tips. They work as independent contractors, so they don’t get the benefits and all that. I’m offering you a salary and benefits, because I’m sure it will be a blockbuster for the club—but don’t tell anyone, so the other dancers don’t get jealous. If you want only part time, then I can only offer you good wages based on the hours you work, but just like anyone else, I wouldn’t be able to offer you benefits.” He paused and waited as the waitress, who has almost as large boobs as Bunny had, served Kari and Melody.

“Oh, and one more thing: If you need to be anonymous, you can wear a hood-mask which will hide your identity. That way, you don’t have to quit your job at the library to dance here.” Kari shivered with the thought that a mask would open the door for her to be a stripper, without public criticism.

“Uhmm . . . that’s a very generous offer, Allen, sir. . . . but, I’m not sure I’m ready to be a stripper just yet. For one thing, I’d have to get some training. I don’t know the first thing about dancing . . . and nothing about stripping. I wouldn’t know the first thing about staging a ‘naked librarian act’ or whatever you’d want to call it.”

“I’ll be happy to pay for Melody to train you, and build an act for you . . . assuming you’d be willing to do that, Melody, dear,” he said to her.

“Well, that’s up to Kari. If she’s willing, I’ll do it. I’m not sure this is the right gig for her, though . . . but, I’ll train her if she wants that,” Melody replied.

“That’s all anyone could ask, thank you, baby,” Allen said. “Both of you enjoy the evening, and I hope you get lots of time to talk about it . . . cheerio, then,” he said kissing each of them on the cheek, and then made sure that the staff knew that their drinks were on the house.

Kari had hoped that Bunny might be working, but apparently she wasn’t. She finally asked one of the waitresses and was told that it was Bunny’s night off.

Melody finally got her attention by putting her hand on Kari’s thigh and sliding it up as high as she could, which meant she was touching Kari’s see-thru panties.

“Hey, beautiful. You’ve been pretty distracted since I’ve been here. You haven’t even said ‘hi’ to me yet.”

Kari looked at her, rather shocked. “Oh, I am so sorry. You’re right, I’ve been very distracted about everything for the past few weeks. I can’t think straight. . . . and . . . ‘Hi, Melody!’” Kari said, kissing her on the cheek and hugging her. “And, I was the one who invited you to meet me here tonight . . . I’m sorry, Melody, really, I am,” Kari told her.

“It’s ok, lover. I’m just wondering what’s going on . . . you seem a bit different. Not bad, mind you, just different.”

“Well, you’re right. I am different than I was when I saw you last.” Kari reached down and put her hand on top of Melody’s hand and moved it under her own panties onto her pussy, and rubbed it back and forth for a bit. Then, Kari reached over and put her hand on Melody’s thigh and slid it up as far as it could go.

Melody smiled and scooted her chair over closer to Kari’s. They both took a couple of shots, sort of giggling together, like old college buddies.

“So, tell me . . . what’s different?”

“Uhmm . . . well, first off . . . you know that news that Allen was talking about?”

“Yeah, I heard what he was talking about. And, I did hear that news, too, although, I’m not sure I know all the details.”

“Yeah well, he mentioned the librarian who got raped, right?”

“Yes.”

Kari just looked at Melody, with an expression of exasperation.

“Oh, no . . . It was you?”

“Yeah.”

“And it never occurred to Allen that you’re one of the librarians in this city, and even if it didn’t happen to you, it would have affected you. What a fuckin’ jerk! I don’t know why I put up with him,” Melody steamed, and then hugged Kari.

“Did they hurt you badly?” she asked.

“No, not really. I don’t think so, anyway,” Kari replied. Melody let go of the hug and took another sip of her drink.

“Tell me.”

“Well, my interest in sex is in overdrive. I’m always super-horny for anybody and anything all the time since then. Now, I’m a nymphomaniac.”

“Ah. You don’t know why?”

“Actually, I do know why.

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