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Come along as Mary slides deeper into depravity at the end of the lever held by Liz and Fedor. M/F, blkmail, bdsm, oral, anal, exhib, humil, barter Another Day Older and Deeper in Debt It was the definition of slippery slope, the camel putting his head into the tent and then pushing the rest of the way in, the ever-tightening grip of the python. If I had admitted it at first, I think I would have gotten away with a nasty argument and some hurt feelings for a while. But I thought I was clever. I would get away with it. Just one more appeasement and it would be behind me. I was drunk, too drunk. That's not an excuse, certainly not for Tad. He despises drunken behavior, especially in women. I think part of the reason I overindulged was he wasn't there. Liz and Fedor were happy to pour me another drink. They said I was entertaining when I was tipsy. It was just to put the idea into my head. Before long they had me dancing, fully clothed, as the life of the party. It was in private, later, that they got me naked. At least there were pictures of me holding open my blouse and offering my naked tits to an eager Fedor. In one he held up my skirt with his grip on my naked butt. And there was the picture of me squatting on my heels, smiling a knowing grin down at the camera. My naked thighs and displayed crotch dominate the frame. The implication was there, but that didn't scare me. Certainly I had not been intimate with Fedor- I was reasonably sure of that. But Tad would be insufferable without believing I had. It would be enough that I was out of control enough to expose my body. Exposing my body would be the second chapter. It wasn't something I looked forward to. It was a joke when Liz said she knew something I could do to avoid it. She laughingly suggested what I might do to 'buy' their silence and never have to face Tad with the truth. It was Fedor that moved it to the next level. He came over and sat beside me. He put his arm around me and kept the joke going. "When are you going to try and bribe my slience?" he asked. It was like a game. We were playing naughty and I played along. It started as an innocent joke, didn't it? Of course, it got competitive, especially between Liz and I. She told me, with Fedor sitting right there, how she had jacked off a dinner companion under the table while carrying on a conversation. I didn't have any stories like that and that made it easier to match her stories with actions. "You mean like this?" I asked and playfully gave Fedor's cock a few brief strokes. He caught my hand and kept it on his dick. He didn't insist I move it, but he wanted it resting there. He was fully erect and very hard under my hand. I tried to ignore the slightly uneasy feeling and listen to what Liz was saying. "You don't have to do that, Fedor," Liz said. "Mary isn't appreciating it and I don't think she wants to carry on the joke any more." Reverse psychology was probably the only psychology that would have worked on me. I can't say I didn't know what I was doing. I can only say they made it seem so playful that it didn't seem that serious to unzip Fedor and take out his cock. "Dare me," I said with my mouth a few inches from Fedor's cock. "Dare her," Fedor echoed. I let it be a child's game. I let it be a dare. I made Liz part of having me suck her husband's cock while she watched. I was thinking of her eyes on me even when Fedor was filling my mouth with cum. I was thinking of Liz. I wasn't thinking about the camera. When I saw those pictures I realized what I had done. They were just a bit less jovial now they had the pictures of me blowing Fedor. Their ideas had a new kind of edge to them. On the surface, we were all giggling about 'our' wild ideas, but I could feel the barely submerged threat. They were leading me deeper, one step at a time. Liz said, "Since you want to blow my husband while I watch, I think you should fuck him too. It'll save me the trouble." "Let's make her eat her words," Fedor encouraged, "I bet you can make her jealous of how good you are in bed." Like I said, there was a lot of joking, a lot of flattery, but they had wondered aloud how Tad would like my pictures the first time. This time they were a little more direct about what it would take to keep the pictures of my oral infidelity from my husband. I tried to laugh along with them and do nothing, but that didn't work. Fedor took charge and began to undress me. I knew I couldn't resist. We all knew what was going on. We just weren't admitting it- yet. When Fedor and I were naked, laying in bed, there wasn't much point to playng innocent. It was exciting in a way- as long as Tad didn't find out. I let him kiss me and fondle me for a while and then I gave in and started kissing and fondling back. We took our time and had a good fuck. Fedor climbed between my legs, put me on top and took me from behind at different times while we fucked and Liz was there snapping away with her camera. I was trying to figure out how I was going to balance my secret life with my home life. It was now certain that I was not going to escape this - how can I call it anything but blackmail. They didn't have to show me the pictures anymore. Liz just kept the growing collection of compromising pictures in an album that was always around somewhere as a reminder. The threat was still subtle, but they were bolder in their desires and the way they demanded them. "Today, you're going to make it with Liz," Fedor informed me. He was wearing the camera on a strap around his neck. Most of the pretence was stripped away. We didn't mention it because we didn't have to. I knew I had to comply and they knew they had a victim. Everything I had done to that point, I could have confessed to. I would probably lose Tad and it might be years until I could see my kids, but I could have come clean, suffered the consequences and ended it all. Then I would have been out of their clutches and able to start again. But as soon as I put my face in the valley between Liz's thighs, I knew there was no turning back. Truthfully, I wasn't strong enough to admit to the other things, but there was certainly no way I could have admitted my lesbian affair, no matter how strong I was. Perversely, I still felt I had to impress Liz with my skill. It was a competitive thing that went beyond my reluctance at the act itself. If I had to do it, I wanted to wow Liz. I don't see how I could have been that great. I didn't know what to do and I wasn't sure what I'd like myself. It had to be, at best, a mildly amusing physical sensation. The psychological value seemed to make up for that. Liz kept telling me rude things about putting my tongue in her pussy and asking me how I liked it. I'm sure she got off on saying all those dirty things to me more than she got off on my tongue. Then she did me and I had my last moment of quandary. It didn't feel as wrong to let her eat my pussy. At least I felt it was less of a sin than eating her. And she made me feel so good. I was trying to rationalize their blackmail as some erotic rescue when they made the next demand. I didn't see anything erotic about it. All the pretense was gone. I was their creature to perform at their command. I was instructed to meet them on Friday night at 7:00 and to tell Tad I wouldn't be home until midnight, They didn't care what lie I told him. They wanted me there or they would come over with the album. Up to this point, Tad didn't even know I went to Liz and Fedor's except for the party that got me in trouble. I went to see them in the afternoon when he was at work and the kids were in school. I had been prepared to tell him I was shopping if he noticed I was gone, but he never had. I didn't think shopping would be a good excuse to be gone five hours on a Friday night. I arrived at 7:00 and Liz whisked me into their bedroom. I thought I was to immediately begin performing, but Liz only wanted check my clothes. She vetoed my bra, which made me feel very self- conscious about the way my breasts swung under my blouse when I moved. She let me keep only my panties because she said they were brief enough and men liked to unwrap presents. I didn't like the sound of that, but it wasn't as if I had a choice. I didn't like being so nearly naked either. It didn't let me forget for a moment that I was their slave. We were interrupted by voices in the other room. Fedor was greeting someone. "Marvin, you old dog, how the hell are you?" Fedor was inquiring enthusiastically. Liz led me out of the bedroom to meet this Marvin. He was an ugly old bear of a man with a graying walrus mustache and a portly belly. Something inside me told me I would be having sex with him and I cringed. "This is our Mary," Liz introduced me as if I was the family pet. "What do you think of her?" I wasn't included in the conversation. Marvin expressed his opinion of me in graphic detail, starting with my tits, which he said he could 'bury his face in'. A few more pleasantries and Liz got right to the point. "So where do you want to have her?" she asked Marvin, "There's plenty of room here or you can take her in the bedroom." "We're all friends, no reason to hide her," Marvin said. I thought it was the strangest thing to say. Then he wanted me to hold up my skirt so he could look at my panties. There was no subtlety about my position as a slave. Nothing drove that home better than a stranger wanting me to display myself and knowing I had to comply. Next he wanted me to unbutton my blouse and let it hang open so he could, "see my titties swing". The swinging came as he had me put my palms together over my head and hop from foot to foot. The heat the rose to flush my chest and cheeks was anger, not embarrassment. Yes, I felt totally ridiculous, but I was not going to confuse this display with shame. At least not my shame. They were the shameful ones. But as I kept my righteous indignation focused, it was impossible to ignore the sinking realization that they had no shame and that this was not likely to be the last humiliating service I would provide. My prophecy fulfilled itself when Marvin wanted my skirt off. I was to fetch drinks in my open blouse and panties so he could watch my breasts play peek-a-boo out of my loose top. He liked the tease of cover so much he had me leave the blouse on when he finally ordered me out of my panties. Then he pulled down his pants and told me to come over. Right between Liz and Fedor he had me squat down and let him push his cock into me. I was screwing this old goat in front of everybody. I couldn't hold onto my indignation. I felt cheap and used. "It would be good to make him happy," Liz warned me, "You might need a skill if anything was to disturb your happy family life." I heard the threat. I would become a whore if Tad threw me out. He could and certainly would poison the town against me and there would be no other way to feed myself. I tried to make my legs lift me off his cock and ride it, but they wouldn't obey me. Of all people, Marvin came to my rescue. "Don't push her," Marvin said, "I like the reluctant ones. I like the pitiful look in their eyes." I was pitiful all right and he let me be pitiful for a long time. It might be hard to get off when the woman is so much dead meat on your lap, but I'm sure Marvin was holding back to enjoy my shame. He did finally cum and then made me lay back with my legs open so they all could watch his jizm leak out of me. That was enough for me, but not enough for Liz and Fedor. When Marvin left it was a little before 9:00. I noted the time and wondered why they made me say I would be out to midnight. I had many theories. They were going to send me back and let me talk my way out of it. They were going to turn me loose naked and give me three hours to find some clothes before I had to go home. They were capable of anything and I was trapped and would have to comply. I didn't have to wonder long. About one minute past nine there was a knock and Liz ushered in an absolutely gorgeous man she called Norton. I could see that I was to be the whore for tonight. I wondered if they were going to stop at two or if there were more scheduled. My wondering was quickly replaced by obeying my new master. He had noticed the smears on my inner thighs and made disgusted reference to my lack of hygiene. He wanted nothing to do with a used hole. "You will have to serve in other ways," he told me and extended his naked foot toward me. "Suck his toes," Liz snapped at me when I didn't respond. Toes were the start. He wanted me to try and suck his knee- to everyone else's amusement at the attempt. Then I was to tongue his nipples and then his navel. He stood up and I thought the inevitable oral sex had arrived, but he turned his back and made me kiss his ass. He wanted me to kiss it all over and then kissing wasn't enough. "Pull open my cheeks and lick my asshole," he told me. It was the most filthy and disgusting thing I had ever heard of. I was supposed to put my mouth where his shit came out. And I knew I had to do it. Even that wasn't enough. He made me lick until he was satisfied that I was sufficiently obedient and then told me to push my tongue up his ass. I didn't think I could sink any lower. The worst part was still that Liz and Fedor were watching me cave in to the pressure. They were witnesses to me eating out a man's ass. And, of course, they wanted a photographic memento of the occasion. Licking his balls was an anti-climax, as was the feeling I was going to vomit when he ignored my gag reflex and fucked his cock into my throat. He banged his body into my face as he fucked me down the throat. I found myself hoping it would kill me and end my misery and shame. I'm not sure I even passed out, but I know I was only on the barest edge of consciousness when he finally removed his cock. I would have fallen to the floor if he hadn't been holding my head so tight. When he released his grip I did fall. I remember trying to rise and I couldn't. My tumbling attempts made for much laughter. I imagine I lay naked and splayed for their amusement for some time, but it could have been only an instant. There was much time left before midnight when this second ravisher departed. I suspected a third would arrive with other mean performances for me. I cannot say I was disappointed, nor relieved, when Fedor announced it was their turn to play. They declined sex with me in favor of humiliation. I was sullied, they explained. Who knew what diseases those men may have injected into me. They used fear like a toy to harass me. For the rest, they used water. I found the dual shower heads in their shower were for more than clean sex for the couple. The extensions had other attachments than massaging heads. Picture album or no picture album, Fedor had to hold my hands when Liz worked a dildo-shaped attachment into my pussy and then turned on the blast of hot water. I suppose I was not being scalded as I feared, but that did not reduce the force of the stream shooting into my womb. Fedor had to hold my hands to keep me from tearing it out of my body. The stream quickly filled me and backflushed out to run along my thighs and down my butt. It was a disgusting and obscene feeling. Liz turned me around and made me close my throat against the stream as she pushed the phallus nozzle into my mouth. It was just a distraction for Fedor to slide a long, slim tube into my anus. I thought I would drown when he turned on the water. The sudden flow forced a scream and the flow from Liz's dildo began to fill me before I could react again. I thought I would burst from the water filling my bowels and if I had any decency I would have. But my body proved me to be the slut they suspected and the water spurted out of my ass shamelessly. And they watched and laughed and squirted me with water as I had to evacuate the water Fedor had pumped inside me. Since he had let the water run until it filled me and overflowed, if felt like there were gallons pouring out as I lay sprawled in the shower. I lay there ragged like a drowned rat as my predicament excited my captors. Their lust straddled my body as Liz stood on one side and leaned against the stall wall for Fedor. He stood on the other and their powerful coupling took place above me. Sated, they turned off the water and left. I was released to make my way into my clothes and slink back to the mockery I was making of my home. I thought I had found my lot with them. They insisted I visit every day. "No services required today. (signed) F/L" read the note on their door when I was allowed to return home quickly and untouched. That was most days. They just wanted to remind me of their power. Some days I would have to service one while the other watched. Some days they wanted me to pose for more pictures. I learned how to masturbate with food for their pleasure. I dreaded the weekends. They told me I better have a good excuse for Tad because the weekends were theirs. They could call on me for a Friday or a Saturday as they wished and I better be prepared to honor their wishes. I had invented a sick mother for Tad and now it seemed too inspired. Mother lived about an hour away and she and Tad hated each other. That explained why I was gone so long and why Tad hadn't heard anything. I would be able to keep up my deception. That seemed like another part of the tragedy as Liz and Fedor grew weirder. I took the next step into depravity fearing only the water torture they had submitted me to the last long Friday. My body had been upset by the water wash for days. The men had been troubling with their demeaning requests, but wounded pride went away faster than the rolling discontent of my guts. Of course I only expected more of the same. I didn't think there was anything worse they could want from me. I was naive. The next Friday they required me I was led first into horror and then into terror. This time Liz made me dispense with my clothes altogether. Then the darkness descended in the form of a stifling black hood, like one condemned criminals wear. If possible, I was more aware of my nudity in the blackness. I could hear others in the room and was sure they were staring. I didn't know if it was Liz and Fedor or if more were there. Uncertainty was making my nipples hard and my cunt dry. "Parade her," came an unfamiliar voice. I was being exhibited to at least one other. There was a vicious crack across my knuckles as my hands came up automatically to cover myself. "Don't cover up," Liz hissed at me. "Leave your hands down or I will be forced to tie them down." I was thinking only of the stinging in my hand as Liz put a collar around my neck and then tugged on it. I didn't need a lot of imagination to guess she was leading me like a dog on a leash. I walked carefully, not trusting Liz to lead me where I wouldn't stumble. It was scary and heightened by knowing there were people staring at me, thinking their own dirty thoughts about my naked body. "Show me her ass," said another strange voice. This time it was a narrow strap (the leash?) that punished my natural attempt to cover my shame. Only it glanced off my hands and I took most of the blow on my breast. I was shocked at the pain. "I warned you," Liz told me as she was strapping my wrists into some sort of cuffs and snapping the cuffs together behind me. Now I was trembling as Liz led me around the room. Perhaps it showed as a tremor or twitch, but the emergency was internal. I couldn't stop from needing to tremble. My senses were screaming danger at me. Horrible things could be just inches away from my naked body. Certainly there were two men with sexual intent looking at me. And now I was blind, naked and helpless. If I dared, I couldn't escape what they had planned for me. The reality of my slavery was sharpened to a fine point as I was paraded around the room. I pictured them mocking my naked body, fingers almost touching me. I was sure there were all types of danger just beyond the reach of my remaining senses. There were penises poised to plunge into me in my visions, every second I expected to be penetrated. I was a babe in the ways of these people. My imaginings were nothing compared to the plans they did have for me. I would have never guessed what lay in store for me. I found out that the cuffs I wore were even more confining than I knew. Something pulled up on the cuffs and I was forced to bend forward at the waist. I was trapped by my own arms in my bent position. It was obvious to me what was coming and I was sadly wrong. Instead of a man forcing his cock in me, I felt a great flashing pain explode across my rear. I was hit by a wide object that made a loud crack when it hit my buttocks. I was just beginning to feel the hot tingle of the blow when another landed. I was paddled until I screamed and then one of the voices interrupted. "She looks warmed up now. Do you mind?" it said. Then I got the cock that I had thought was coming before. It rammed deep into me and the belly attached to it rubbed hard on my inflamed butt cheeks. It didn't feel like sex. It felt like he wanted to feel the heat pouring from my spanked bottom. That seemed innocent compared to the thin lash they used next. Whipping up at me, it landed with cutting force across my hanging breasts. I cannot describe the shock and pain of the first blow and I didn't have time to grasp it myself before the whipping continued. I was feeling ill from the unnatural pain as the lash landed again and again on my tender flesh. The deep wrongness in my gut wouldn't let me scream and I could only grunt as the blows landed. "Make her do me now," the other voice said. I was released from my captive bent position, but all I wanted was to collapse on the floor. Hands stopped me when I had dropped to my knees. The hood was lifted as far as my nose and a cock was pressed against my lips. "You want some more?" the voice asked. I certainly didn't. I opened my mouth and let the cock thrust into my mouth. I was quickly given a non-verbal lesson in what was expected from me. A hand grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down on the cock until I gagged. It lifted me off and jammed me down again and then let me go. I understood. I would suck his cock or he would fuck my face. I sucked my best to avoid the disturbing thrust into my throat. Serving was better than the treatment they were willing to dole out. I didn't think about my servitude. I was conditioned by the pain to obey without thinking. I choked but kept sucking when he came in my mouth. I was sure any other response would get me beaten again. "Do you want the same?" Liz asked someone. Evidently he shook his head. I was lifted up and laid back on my still captive arms on the bed. I thought I was about to be fucked and I was half right. It wasn't a cock that pressed against my pussy. It was sharper and harder and colder than a cock. When he had pushed it in a ways it began to buzz. I was being assaulted with a vibrator. I tried to imagine what made this man want to hurt me and then try to excite me with a sex toy. He helped me when my body began to respond naturally to the stimulation. "See how much she likes it? The slut. You can't stop 'em from wanting it no matter what you do to 'em," he growled. He wanted to shame me, humiliate me. It made him feel good to make others feel bad. He was doing a good job if it. I wanted to lay stony and untouched but the buzzing was insistent and I was deeply distressed that I couldn't resist it. I willed my hips to lay still, but they betrayed me and wiggled at the overwhelming sensation of the vibrator. "Now I want her," he said. He must have needed help lifting the hood to uncover my mouth. He didn't pause moving the vibrator in and out of me. Then I felt the bed shift and a cock was being pushed against my lips. It was pointless to resist. I let him push his cock into my mouth and tried to suck it. I say try because he pushed so deep that I really couldn't suck. I just kept it tight and he fucked my mouth and throat in the same way he was ramming the vibrator into my pussy. The situation was totally out of control. I have to admit that it wasn't as bad as the other cocks that had been forced down my gullet. His cock wasn't any smaller than the others, so it must have been the way he lay over me and fucked my face from that angle. I only had to remember to breathe through my nose. Not that it was in any way good, you understand. I was being fucked furiously in both ends and this man was saying horrible things to me as he did it. "You like that big plastic cock, don't you," he accused. "You better suck me good since I'm making you so hot. You better give me something for treating you so nice." He would believe what he wanted to, but I was there because of a mistake I let get away. I didn't like him using the vibrator on me. I hated that my pussy was responding and I would have liked nothing better than to bite his cock off. He came and went. I heard Liz and Fedor saying goodbye in the other room. I was left laying on my arms on the bed. I suppose I could have moved, but it honestly didn't occur to me. That was how far they had taken over my mind with their devious ways. "I guess we've got to clean her up again," Fedor's voice came from near me. "She only sucked cock, I don't think we should waste the water on her," Liz said. Instead they made me gargle Bourbon, knowing how that would complicate my life when I went home to Tad. And sex with my husband was out until the marks on my breasts healed. It wasn't enough that they owned me on those afternoons and weekend nights. They had managed to insert their ugly blackmail into my personal life. Soon the afternoons became perverse play sessions as well. Now that I was their domesticated whore, they didn't pass up an opportunity to abuse me. While afternoon sessions remained tamer than the outrageous perversity of the evenings, they still went far beyond anything I would have done without their blackmail hanging over my head. They must have known my fear of being blindfolded because that became my normal state for their games. Liz would watch me strip and then put cotton balls on my eyelids that she held in place with a tightly tied folded scarf. Naked and blinded I was brought into their new games. The first afternoon I was brought in and made to kneel on the floor. One of them, I think Liz from the size of her hands, lifted one hand and put it on a cock. She did the same with my other hand and a third cock pressed against my lips. The wide paddle smacked across my rear for emphasis and Fedor's voice said, "Keep them all happy and don't let a drop of their cum get on the carpet or there'll be hell to pay." Other afternoons I had sex with one of them. This afternoon I was the centerpiece for three strangers. It was almost routine after the things I had been subjected to, but I felt myself slipping deeper into depravity as they increased my load. I knew the evenings were going to be worse by an equal increment. If I was a whore I would have been proud of the way I kept every one of the cocks occupied as I sucked around the circle. I did it because I had to and being efficient was the quickest way to end my ordeal. Still, Fedor slapped my rear with his paddle from time to time as a warning. He didn't hit hard, but each spank was a reminder of my powerlessness in their hands. As I feared, the next weekend was more perverse than the last. I had no idea how it could be or what would come, but I had little imagination in those matters until I was trapped in Liz and Fedor's web. I was stripped and blindfolded again and led into the other room. All spoke in whispers, but the buzz was loud. There were more there than ever before. I was so nervous I wished Liz would tie my hands so I wouldn't shake so much. I regretted that thought when Liz did even better. She made me kneel down and I brushed something hard and wooden as I got to my knees. I discovered it was a kitchen chair when she made me bend over and lay across the seat. She tied my knees to the legs on one side and my elbows to the legs on the other. The only thing I could think of was that my breasts were out of reach of abuse. Considering what wasn't out of the reach of abuse, it was faint comfort. I was like the party favor for the pervert's ball. I can't count how many rough hands grabbed my hair to lift my head and make use of my mouth and tongue. The use of my other end was more or less constant. I noticed what they demanded of my mouth more because I was forced into the public humiliation of lesbian sex. My private shame at having sex with Liz was paraded in front of God knows how many as women as well as men pulled my face into their crotches and demanded satisfaction. When I was hesitant I was slapped or suffocated by them covering my mouth and nose with their female parts until I co-operated. It was almost a relief when a man wanted to jam a cock down my throat and try to choke me. At least that was more normal. The truce with cocks fucking me one after the other was broken about halfway through the evening. One, I was sure misguided, man missed his mark and began to press his cock at my rectum. "No!" I roared, "You're in the wrong place! It's lower!" All that seemed to do was bring laughter. The cock kept trying to force open the wrong orifice. Then Fedor, of all people, came to my rescue. "What is he trying to do?" he asked me with mirth in his voice. "He's in the wrong place," I said. "He's trying to put it in my ass." "And that had never happened before, has it?" Fedor asked. That was a stupid question. Of course no one had missed so badly. I couldn't understand how this man could have such poor aim. "Everyone else could find the right hole without any problem," I said, a bit fiercely. The pain went away and the cock plunged where all the others had gone. I didn't think any more about it. There were too many others still vying to use me fore and aft. It was finally over, at least the part involving me. The room got quieter and quieter and I waited for someone to untie me from my cramped position. I waited forever. While I waited, I heard sounds a ways off. It was the unmistakable sound of a man slapping against a woman. I heard Liz sigh and Fedor growl. They were having sex while I remained tied to the chair. I suppose I was quite a sight, covered in cum and leaking down my thighs in streams. For perverts like them it may have been arousing. It didn't sound that way when they finally undid the ropes holding me to the chair. "She's too dirty for the shower," Liz complained. "But we have to clean her off or Tad will kill her and end our fun," Fedor replied. "You'll think of something," Liz said seductively. I was thinking about Tad. I wished he would kill me. That would get me out of this horrible predicament. It would also show he cared enough to notice what I was doing. It had been too easy to carry on my double life. Tad hadn't even questioned me once since I began disappearing on weekends. Fedor was thinking about humiliating me more. I was too dirty for their house. They turned on the lights in the back yard and made me roll around on the ground as Fedor hosed me off with a garden hose turned up to a painful stream. The stream hit me so hard Fedor was douching me from ten feet away when he played the stream over my rear. They played with me naked in their yard for a while and sent me home. Maybe I'm not quite so stupid as I pretend. I really had heard of anal sex. I did think it was some sort of joke- like a snipe hunt- but I had heard it mentioned. Certainly it was like a two-headed goat, very, very rare, but legendary for the same reason. Fedor brought me up to speed the next afternoon they were home. He had set it as a task for himself when I protested the last weekend. "And you've never had a cock- back here," Fedor asked as I crouched on my hands and knees in front of him and he circled my anus with a finger. I guess my shiver convinced him, but he still made me say, "No, I never have." "Then we're going to fix you," Fedor said and saw me shake, "Don't worry. It will be fun- for at least one of us." I wasn't even thinking of the impossibility of dimensions. How big his cock was and how small my asshole was didn't enter into it. I was too wrapped up in the basic sickness of doing something so... wrong. It was lucky I hadn't pondered the impossibility. If I had considered it, I am sure they would have had to tie me down to stop my struggles. Fedor pushed his finger into me and that felt like a baby's head ripping open my sphincter. "Take it out! please..." I quickly remembered my position. "Not this time," Fedor said evilly. "This time you are going to get used to it because this Friday we are offering your ass to the highest bidder." My mind ran down all the same alleys, came up hard on the brick walls of reality. They could make me do whatever they wanted. There was no escape for me. It hit me like the cold stream Fedor used to hose me down with in his yard like a dog. I was going to be the two-headed goat and I could tell it was going to be much worse than unpleasant. Some man would boast about me for the rest of his life. And worst of all, it flashed into my mind, they would have pictures of this fantastic act for my everlasting shame. Fedor was aroused by fingering my asshole. He turned the duties over to Liz and made me suck his dick while she used two fingers to 'get me used to it'. They assaulted my poor rectum with candles and wine bottles over the next days. It was numbing. At least they had that part right. The pain, and there was still pain, was different after I knew what to expect. I was surprised that Fedor had not entered me. It only fueled my suspicions (hopes?) that this was a cruel joke and people simply did not do that kind of thing, really. It did not occur to me that my absolute virginity was the issue. When Friday came I was strangely calm. I imagine it was the same calm that comes over a condemned man as he walks to the gallows. I had fretted myself out worrying during the week and when the time finally came I stood, blindfolded of course, quietly doomed to my fate. Or maybe petrified by fear is a better explanation. I listened as the bidding went on. Fedor was asked again and again to certify my virginity, the 'goods' were not consulted. It was as if I was insensate and not just blinded and therefore incapable of answering. "He is such a fine one," Liz's voice gave me the unwelcome news when one had purchased me, "You will be well broken in by such a monstrous cock as he possesses." Later I found out that it was a lie. But at the moment, it had the effect I am sure Liz wanted. I was even more scared of what was now going to happen to me. I was led one small step up onto some kind of platform and then pushed down onto my hands and knees. I was made to crawl around a bit this way, a bit that way until they were satisfied. Then I felt hands, Liz's I'm sure from the size, push my shoulders down until my face was against the platform. Her hands remained where they were as a reminder, I think. I couldn't even think of my shame. All my thoughts and awareness were concentrated in my bottom and the way it must look, sticking up in the air as if I wanted what was coming. I dreaded it, not wanted it and my dread made waking nightmares flash like horror movies across the inside of my eyelids. Everything was exaggerated and I thought they had begun when I felt a finger invade my rectum. In my panic it felt as big as a fist and I gasped at the touch. "Don't worry," a man's voice chided me, "I'm not doing this to make it easier on you. I just don't want to lose the skin on my cock." I wondered what they had told them if they thought I would object to making it easier. I tried to understand his remark as he rubbed something slippery on my anus. Then I couldn't think of anything. I was too shocked to breathe. His organ did seem immense as it settled on my anus and covered the entire brown aperture. Certainly he couldn't make that fit if my anus was twice the size it was. Horribly, regrettably, painfully, I was wrong. Although I am sure saying my rectum stretched to accommodate him is the wrong term, he did force my ass to open and his cock did go inside. I was sure he had split my flesh to achieve this penetration. But Liz leaned on my back and there was nothing but greater pain behind me. There was nothing for me to do but scream as his cock made the feeling more intense as he pushed it deeper into my asshole. It's not like fucking. A woman's sex just opens up and swallows a cock. There was no opening up in the back door. This man was bashing hard for every inch and I was forced open. My body wasn't accepting him in. My rectum was as horrified as my head that he had chosen that route. Then he started to thrust in and out and I just wanted to die. The feelings in that part of me weren't right. It was impolite to an extreme degree what he was making me feel. The commotion in my bowels was disgusting, disturbing and embarrassing. Of course most of my fears were silly since nothing was going to escape me past that oversized plug probing my rectum. Nevertheless, I was pained, uncomfortable and shamed all at the same time. I felt that I was going to be sick as he used me so horribly. His cock jammed into me even farther and I felt him slap against my bottom. I thought I had survived the worst, but he proved there was more to my descent into despair. The cock felt dangerous stabbing so deep. Every smack of his belly on my ass was another reminder that there was no limit to the sick things I could be subjected to. I felt nothing like happy or relieved when he was done. My anus felt ruined forever. I didn't seem able to close after the abuse. The only thing I did feel was uncertainty that I was glad I survived. In that at least, I avoided disappointment. My tormentors had no concept of what I had undergone and no mercy in any case. Liz thought it was a fine joke. "We've failed in opening your mind. At least we can open the other end," Liz laughed cruelly. Taunts were nothing. In utter horror I felt someone else behind me. Perhaps the insertion was easier than the first, but his thrusting was just as evil. He came and went and then there was another. Fedor came to hold me as I erupted at the ignominy. Struggle as I might, I could not escape his hands and he held me down as every one of them buggered by poor ass. "Now that you've been broken in, expect to serve in every way on our fun weekends," Fedor said coldly as he released me at last. They didn't bother to clean me. I suppose they knew it was more humiliating to be left oozing stranger's cum that any 'cleansing' they could devise. I do believe that I was wrong in my estimation. Liz laughed when I cursed her for forcing me into unnatural acts. She called me a babe- as in innocent and stupid. "You are so uptight," Liz laughed, "It was funny to watch you be so miserable rather than relax and try to see the good part." "It's not good! It's sick and wrong! You can make me do it, but I'm not stupid enough to act like I like it!" I shouted at her. So that afternoon she showed me. Fedor hardly did anything to get her ready. He rubbed her anus with his thumb while he fucked her from behind. Then he pulled out his cock and slipped it right into her rear with no trouble at all. Liz smiled, but I knew she was only doing that to fool me. I began to doubt my certainty as he fucked her as she was moaning and sighing like it felt good. Then she begged Fedor. She wanted him to drive it into her hard. She wanted him to beat on her butt as he fucked her ass. It was hard to believe, but harder to believe that she could sound so excited if it hurt her as much as it hurt me. She even pretended she came. Maybe she did. I couldn't admit it to myself at the time, but I think it was possible. Fedor did me next. It wasn't the same as for Liz. It still hurt like hell and I had the same disgusting feeling in my guts. But it wasn't as bad as the first night. I didn't have time to consider the finer points of anal sex, however. Liz and Fedor had to lead me deeper into depravity. The next Saturday was another challenge and another slip deeper into the slavery to the two blackmailers. This time they gave me another problem. My Saturday was going to start on Friday night. I had to explain to Tad that I was to be gone the entire weekend. They wouldn't even guess when we might return Saturday. I thought he might follow me. I though he would have suspicions. Tad only wanted a sitter for Saturday. He thought arranging that was the least I could do for deserting him. Of course Friday night was no time for explanations. Liz and Fedor would answer no questions. They wanted me in the car and they said no more. We drove for hours while I shivered in fear for what awaited me. It wasn't wasted effort. At a gas station Liz got into the back with me. She explained we were near our mysterious destination. Then she told me to take off my clothes. She dumped a few things out of a bag and put my clothes in the bag as I handed them to her. My new costume was in the bag. It was a pair of backless heels and a collar. There was a special harlequin blindfold, but Liz didn't put it on me. When we pulled up in front of the hotel, I wished I had been blindfolded. My imagination would never have conjured up the kind of shame I felt being pulled out of the car by the leash. A valet took the car and I was led into the hotel naked between Liz and Fedor. Perhaps I should have felt better when I saw the lobby. There were other naked women being led around on leashes. I was just one of a mass. Instead of feeling part of the group, my heart chilled as I thought what it all meant. I knew it would not be something I would appreciate. For all my fears, Friday night passed rather uneventfully. A few months before I would have fainted from the shame, but by now it seemed mild to be paraded naked and have strange people invited to fondle me like I was a prize heifer. It was nothing more than a cocktail party attended by couples with a naked woman as a pet. They circulated and examined each other's pets like friendly competitors at a pet woman show. I found myself staring at the other naked woman as our respective owners examined each other's girl. They went from proud to loony with every gradation in between. I wonder what they saw in my questioning eyes. Liz and Fedor took turns having me suck them as they kissed on the bed in the room. Liz wanted me first and I licked her to a couple of orgasms while she teased Fedor into a throbbing erection. Then he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me over where he could jam his cock in my face. He lay back and let Liz kiss him and rub her tits on him and I sucked him for all I was worth so he wouldn't get the idea of jamming his cock down my throat. He was so excited that he shot off fast and a lot. Then Liz wanted more of my tongue. What Friday had not been, Saturday was. Liz and Fedor cleaned me inside and out before we went down to the ballroom. This time I wore the heels, leash and blindfold. I wasn't particularly frightened. I had a good idea what was going to happen and it didn't scare me any more. However, not being able to see always heightens the moment. By the buzzing undercurrent of voices, I could tell that the room was full. At least as many people had gathered as were at the party the night before. I was pulled to a stop and stood there empty of prospects or ideas. Liz filled in those. "You have never been beaten in our care, but I promise you will be if you disappoint us today," she whispered in my ear. "You do exactly as ordered or you will be beaten and then we will take you home to show your portfolio to Tad." I was suddenly nervous. The fear of being revealed bothered me no more than usual, but the fierceness of Liz's tone made me realize how important my performance would be. And if that important, I feared it would be taxing beyond anything I had done before. I hope Liz took pleasure from putting that fear into me. It was the worst thing about the morning. I will not bore you with more reminders of the difference between my depravity at this time and my previous innocent ignorance. I had been subjected to so much at their hands that the tricks I was to perform were almost routine. I crawled on my knees at the tug of the leash. My head was pulled up and a cock pressed to my lips. I sucked it. I was pulled away before it came. I crawled some more and sucked another cock, not to completion. The routine was comforting. In that sense I missed crawling and sucking when I was pulled to my feet. This time I had good reason to imagine I was being paraded in front of a gallery of spectators as I was pulled along. I remembered my observation that the party had been like a pet woman show. I revised that. The party had been the party before the pet woman show. I was in the pet woman show now. I wondered vaguely what we would be judged on. I was confident that I had guessed what lay beyond my blindfold. Everything fit into place. I was paraded, turned this way and that, made to scamper along in the quick short steps allowed by the heels. Then I stood as I imagined we were sorted. It couldn't be a beauty competition. I had seen the other naked women and that wouldn't have been competitive. I consider myself attractive in a wife and mother kind of way, but there had been women on leashes in the room that would put Miss Universe contestants to shame. There would have been no reason to put on the show if beauty was the only criterion. Having calmed myself with the first realization, I did myself no service by continuing my consideration. Now fearful prospects loomed as I tried to guess what the rest of the show might bring. I was pulled to my knees again and a tug told me to lay on my back. My legs were picked up and pushed insistently toward my head. I got the message finally and held them so I was bowed up and openly accessible to any one that wished to use me. I waited a long time for the thrust of a cock that never came. Someone slapped my hand and then tugged me up to my knees with the leash. Then they signaled me onto all fours. I was sure it was another inspection and arched my hips to open up for them. That was a briefer stop than on my back and I was pulled to my feet again and led off. I had the sensation I was waiting in line for the next test. I was puzzled that no one had used me after the blow jobs I had given first thing in the morning. Perhaps my wondering insulated me from the mad whirl around me. Perhaps it was less mad than it seemed when it was my turn. My leash was pulled and I was led in dizzying circles faster and faster. Then I was pulled down to all fours and led in circles some more. A long four-footed run ended in an yank on my leash and I discovered, as I came up, that I was to clamber onto a table. I waited there, my heart still pounding from the exercise. I imagined they put me up where it was easier for the crowd to see me. I figured all their eyes were on me. Distracted by the thought of my exhibition, I was shocked to feel something cold stuck in me. I had just identified it as a finger when a second joined it. The hand was wearing rubber gloves and it felt terribly clinical. The fingers withdrew and a moment later I felt another push up into my asshole. I expected them to want to see my teeth next, but it seemed the probing was done. I wondered vaguely what kind of marks I was getting. I was led away and I stood. I stood for a long time. The time seemed to stretch endlessly behind my blindfold. Too many possibilities crept into my mind as I waited nervously. There were too many pauses between things I could identify, like the cocksucking demonstration and the fingers groping my orifices. I had a feeling it was all leading up to something. That feeling grew as I was led off on a long walk. After some time I could hear my heels echo on the floor and figured I was being taken down a hall. I wondered what they would do to me privately that they didn't in front of the rest. I admit I was scared of the possibilities. I heard a door open. The first evidence I had that there was another than the one with my leash was the touch of fingers lifting up my breasts. I felt as if they were weighing them. My heart picked up its best. It seemed something was about to start. I felt the blindfold pull tighter to my face and from the pulling of my hair, I imagined it was being taped around my head. I was turned, laid back and felt my feet placed in stirrups. I didn't think I was to be given a gynecological examination. I was waiting for the thrust. Instead, I felt more gloved fingers, these lubricated generously. I was happy. I have to say it. Somehow finally being submitted to the fucking I had been anticipating was welcome. Being so well-greased was a touch I appreciated. But then that was all there was. I was pulled up and led off. The lube felt slightly uncomfortable as my cheeks rubbed together as I walked. After another long walk I was pulled up short. I was pulled down a few inches and the leash was unsnapped. "There's a ladder," came Liz's hiss, "Don't disappoint us. Remember what I said." Yes, a beating and an unmasking, I remembered. The only mystery was what the ladder was for, where it went and what I was to do to not disappoint them. It was a short climb, some three feet I suspect. The floor was smooth but not slippery as if it contained some sort of grit. I wandered a bit and suddenly tripped. I expected to scuff my skin on the floor, but I fell on top of someone. Then I was sucked into an amazing process on the bottom of what we later learned was the pool- drained for us. It seemed no mouths were allowed. I was found by at least three hands at once. They fought for the chance to be the first inside me. The first rejected jammed fingers in my ass. I began to unravel the puzzle. I was to be one of these predators, finding orifices and fingering them. By touch I found others. I pulled away for fresh conquests and found we were a marvelous pile of flesh, pet flesh. I had no idea of the scoring, but I found several pairs joined at the crotch, gyrating against each other. I contented myself with fingers. It was much fun in an odd sort of way. All my adventures before were committed on me. In this we all seemed equal if all equally subdued. Then this little fantasy of mine was blasted like we all were blasted. From nowhere streams of cold water hit us. "Hose them down! That smell is getting overpowering!" came one particularly shrill female voice. "Back against the wall, all of you," came a loud male voice. I bumped along other women until I found a space big enough to squeeze into. The wall was wasn't three feet high here. It was higher than my head. We must have been quite a drenched, shivering sight lined up against the wall of the pool. I wondered and shivered and dripped for a while. There was a commotion to the side. It took forever to come closer and finally a leash was clipped to my collar and I was led off. No one said anything as we walked and walked to an elevator. We went up and walked some more. I was set down and someone was cutting at the tape of my blindfold. The blindfold came off and I saw Liz pulling at the tape. "I'd love to rip out your hair, but the others probably would like you to still have it," Liz said. "Now, now, she didn't pick Lyle Stanworth," Fedor defended me. "And it's that attitude that lost you the bet in the first place." I was confused by all this, but I didn't ask questions. If I waited for them to tell me to talk, things went smoother. I let Liz pull the tape out of my hair and then went with them down the hall. I had been naked so long I really didn't think about it as I walked down the hall. Fedor knocked on a door and we went into a suite. I judged the crowd by the pets. There were three other naked women, so I calculated there were Liz and Fedor and six others. I quickly found out this was Lyle Stanworth's suite. I wondered what Liz and Fedor had been talking about when they mentioned that name. My interest in that was derailed as a grinning man came up to Fedor. "And you're sure she's never been in a show before?" he asked Fedor, "A hundred points might be a record for a rookie." "Tell Liz," Fedor laughed. "Be sure to mention a hundred points." He gave Fedor a knowing look and smiled. Then he looked at me. "May I?" he asked nodding toward me. "Where's Rosie?" Fedor asked, waving me over. The man pointed to a round-faced brunette in a gold lams sheath. Fedor put my hand in the man's "Do what Jerry wants," Fedor said, "In fact, do what anybody that comes up to you wants." This was what I expected this weekend. One evening traded for two whole days seemed like a bargain. I was used to it and Jerry turned out to be a fountain of information. I found out that I had done incredibly well. The judging was based on attitude until the pet orgy and then there were points awarded for performance. Obedience was important, but it was the spirit of obedience rather than simply following orders that got the highest marks. Jerry explained all this as he guided my head up and down on his cock. I let him pull me around as he wanted as he explained it to me. Maybe he was a horny guy, but I think my passive acceptance made it real good for him. Anyway, he was ready to stick his cock in me in short order. I answered one of my own questions when Jerry lifted me up and pushed me toward a chair. Before he got me bent over to fuck me, I saw Fedor with his cock in the face of the brunette. Rosie's head was jerking back every time Fedor thrust into her face. I supposed I had been bartered for Jerry's wife. Evidently she gave famous head. Then Jerry pushed his cock into me and I had to grab the chair arm so he didn't knock me over. He wasn't shy about pummeling my rear. I had to hold on tight to keep my balance as he pounded into me. It was amazing how I had adapted to this sort of treatment. I tried to imagine what state I would be in if I had been bent over a chair and fucked by a stranger a few short months before. Liz and Fedor had made me jaded. Now I was glad it was only an evening and not two days. "You're free! You're free," Jerry sent me off with a slap on the ass when he was done cumming in me. He had to be teasing me. There was nowhere to go. I didn't want to re-join Fedor and I didn't see Liz right away. Then I saw her talking to our host. She didn't look comfortable and Lyle was grinning at her. I moved close enough to hear their conversation. "Of course I could see right away that she wasn't well schooled, but the attitude... She looked like her children's lives were at stake," Lyle was saying. I knew they were talking about me. And my children's lives were at stake. I waited to hear Liz's response. "I think you all went soft in the head because she's new," Liz said bitterly. I couldn't understand why she was upset I did well. I did sense that Liz didn't like Lyle. I knew that Fedor had been teasing her with that name. "Ah, Fedor," Lyle said as Fedor joined them, "You wife thinks we are soft. I was about to suggest showing her I'm hard enough where it counts." "That would be an excellent suggestion," Fedor said. "But you know how she is," Lyle sighed, "I expect she will reject me again." "Persistence can bring rewards," Fedor said, "I don't think you should give up." Fedor was too happy. Liz was scowling. I had the feeling something momentous was about to happen. Lyle sensed the same thing. "Then, my dear, would you care to see how hard I am for you?" Lyle asked formally. "Yes, Lyle," Liz said, staring daggers at Fedor. "This year I will let you show me what you want." I felt a bit vindicated. Liz's display with Fedor when they were taunting me about anal sex was at least partly a lie. I saw that in the look on Liz's face when Lyle thrust his cock into her ass. I only had time to watch Liz take off her skirt and let Lyle position her before another man took my hand. I was being led away when Liz squealed. I looked over my shoulder at the look of torment on her face as Lyle reamed her asshole. It made me feel a little better. Even the nasty use I was put to didn't fade the shine on that memory. I licked the cunt my face was pushed into automatically. I had become hardened to that perversity like I had been hardened to all the others. I licked someone's pet as the man took me from behind. I couldn't imagine how I would have reacted to that a few short months before. Now it was almost restful to have a place and only have to endure until the treatment was over. I had to endure much more that evening, but no more than Liz and Fedor had subjected me to on other weekends. Some wife or pet serviced me as her male counterpart enjoyed my mouth. I still found it less perverse to receive her attention than to give it, even in these circumstances. I was passed about like a jug of wine and taken in all ways. Fedor's promise that my anal initiation would leave me available in that narrower passage was fulfilled. For the first time, I entertained three men at once in my submissive body. It blurred together, the ache in my rectum, the overused soreness in my cunt, fatigue in neck and jaw. Nothing seemed remarkable until I was taken from the room and led back to the main hall. All the pets, all as cum-stained and harried-looking as I, were lined across the stage. I couldn't help noticing that there were three of us center stage and the others were a ways off. That was only an observation. My mind was still reliving the scene in Mr. Stanworth's rooms. While my abuse had been no more than I had come to expect in Liz and Fedor's care, I finally struck on the glaring difference. I was tied to nothing. I was threatened with no whip. I had done as I had done without any particular co-ertion. I wondered if my blackmailers has succeeded in brain-washing me. Those thoughts were cut short when Lyle Stanworth, who I now recognized, came to the front of the stage. "Great year, great show," he said as the audience hushed to listen, "I must say this is one of our best years ever." He waited for the confirming applause. "And now I wish to publicly announce what you all have already determined- the winners of this year's competition," he said. I had not won. An Asian-looking woman with large, firm and perfectly round bowl-like breasts had won. I was second. But as newcomer and runner-up, I was given the honor? of kneeling at the front of the stage and sucking every cock presented to me. The orgy in Stanworth's room seemed to have spilled out into the ballroom. I think every cock in the room went into my mouth. Most only stayed a few seconds and then were off to other pleasures, but enough wanted to fill my mouth with their salty seed that my throat was sore from swallowing. I must have been numbed to such use. I was tired and aching when Fedor bundled me, still naked, into his car for the trip home, but strangely unaffected by the legion of men and women that had tramped through my bodies' orifices. At least it is only Liz's revenge that stands out. Liz was waiting for me in the back seat with a grim expression. "Put your knees on the seat," she ordered. "Get your head back there." I was cramped into the rear window of their sedan, head pushed down between my arms. I could feel Liz struggling into position behind me, but I couldn't see her intention. She did, however, explain her grievance. "You are a stupid cunt," she grumbled, "Too stupid to know what is happening to you. Little miss prissy, indeed. You certainly forgot all about goodness and propriety pretty fast." From her words, I expected punishment, but she was too close to beat me. I was wondering about my fate when I felt something cold on my rear. I was not so jaded that I instantly recognized the feel of the dildo. "Lyle gave me a going over like no one has ever dared," Liz was spitting vitriol, "It's your fault and I'm going to see you pay for it." I could hear Fedor chuckle in the front seat. Then I understood the cold presence on my buttocks. It was cold, hard and round and being forced into my anus. Liz tormented me more than any of the men that had used that perverted passage. She seemed to know where to stab to hurt me most. She made me nauseous and panic-stricken by turns as her evil phallus bruised my internal organs in her fury. I was a crumpled lump when Fedor pulled me out of their car and threw my clothes on top of me at their house. My only consolation was there could be nothing worse. I had been beaten, paraded and abused in every way possible. Every orifice had been used in every combination. There was no more descent. All they could do was repeat horrors. It turned out that was no consolation at all. While it was true my body had been pierced at every point of entry, there was much more they could do to my mind. I found out what real blackmail was the next Friday. Tad was horrible. He attacked my trips to my mother with such vehemence, I wondered if my blackmailers were hinting at other explanations. He did NOT want me to leave on Friday. I was to stay with the children for once. I did not doubt for a moment that Liz and Fedor would fulfill their threats. Liz's vindictive use of me in the car proved that beyond doubt. There was no solution, only a chance. I could obey Tad and surely have my sins revealed or take that chance and hope I could return before Tad discovered I had left. There was agony before I knocked on their door. I knew I would spend my time bedeviled by my fear as well as the horrible misuses they had planned. Terrible scenes of discovery played in my head as I was greeted by my tormentors. "Tonight Fedor has a special treat for you," Liz taunted me. He left abruptly and I was left to be stripped and oiled, inside and out, by Liz. I waited for the blindfold, but Liz told me I was to see their games that night. She pushed me into a closet in their bedroom and told me to kneel by the slatted door until I was called out. I was to remain silent. I had no idea what horror they wished me to witness. Perhaps I was a surprise gift for a friend. It was unlike anything they had subjected me to before. Certainly I did not expect what happened. My mind did not encompass the kind of evil they could conceive. At first I had no idea who the man was. I could only tell he was unwilling to join in their fun. Was I to corrupt another as I had been corrupted? "Do I have to show you the pictures again?" Fedor said. I cannot describe the shock when I heard the voice that answered. "No one will believe you. I've never done anything like that," came Tad's voice from beyond the door. "You must have been drunk," Liz purred, "We have pictures of that as well." I could see him slump. I could imagine the pictures of Tad in compromising positions with Liz. I understood how he might think he could control me well enough to escape consequence for that. But drunk? That defeated him. His high moral stance could not survive such a revelation. "What do you want?" Tad asked coldly. "No, no, no, you mistake us," Fedor said unctuously. "We're doing this for your own good. We want to release you from your hypocrisy. You do look to be having a good time and we only want to help you past your denial." "We'd only show the pictures around if you refuse our help," Liz put in. "We have to use strong inducements to make you seek help." They were more bald-faced and hard-line about it than they had been with me. Their excuses were superficial. He was going to fall into their web or they'd ruin him. I had an urge to scream out not to trust them, but I didn't. I knew they would do something horrible to me if I did, but, worse, I had a terrible growing excitement inside me to see Tad subjected to the kind of treatment I had endured. In a strange way it was his fault I had fallen into their clutches. His rigid code had made it impossible to explain my predicament. Somehow it was fitting that the same code was going to put him in the same position. "Now we've brought along one of our special friends to help you break through," Fedor said. When I was released from the closet, Tad was sitting on the edge of their bed naked, blindfolded and with his hands tied behind his back. Liz pulled me over and pushed me to my knees between Tad's legs. "Now relax and enjoy," Fedor urged Tad. "It's just a mouth. You can't tell it's a man from that. Pretend it's Mary and not a queer." I couldn't help appreciating the irony as Liz pushed my head down. She didn't have to force me to lick Tad's cock. Being a part of their game pushed my ambivalence at playing a trick on Tad over to co- operation. I felt an evil pleasure as he squirmed and whined at the touch of what he thought was a man's tongue. I thought Tad was going to cry when his cock responded and lifted so I could take it in my mouth. I could only imagine his turmoil that he was responding to a man, but my imagining was pleasing. I sucked his cock out of spite. Let him suffer like I had, since he was to blame. "Come on now, it's not all bad," Fedor was cajoling. "Fedor, honey," Liz chirped up, "Why don't you fuck him in the ass so Tad won't feel like he's the only one that does men?" Tad was wearing a blindfold. There was no reason for Fedor to take it literally. He could have as easily slipped his dick into my cunt and made it seem the same to Tad. But Fedor wanted his fun. He pushed his cock against my sphincter and shoved his cock in me with an embarrassing ease. That is not to say easy. Perhaps they wanted my very real grunt as Fedor battered open my back door. I know I would not have gasped that way if he had used the other door. Then I was skewered between Fedor's cock in my ass and my husband's in my face. "Doesn't he suck better when he's getting boned in the ass?" Liz taunted Tad as Fedor moved me up and down Tad's cock with his thrusts. Tad was doing his best not to cum. I could feel his whole body shaking and straining as his cock hit the back of my mouth rhythmically. He was sweating and jerking as I strained his self-control. It couldn't work. I was as eager for him to cum as he was to not and I had biology on my side. When his cum burst forth, Tad did break down into sobs. It seemed every sob jerked another gob of goo from his spouting cock. "There, there, little faggot," Liz pretended to soothe, "It's all right. I've got pictures so you can see them later." Tad was defeated, but I still had a cock in my ass. Fedor pulled me back from Tad, but did not take his cock out of me. He picked me up and set me on my feet with his cock still deep in my butt. "Our friend still had something to give you," Fedor said from behind me, "Roll over." "It's no worse than sucking a cock until it cums all over your face," Liz added when Tad stalled. "Everyone here knows you like it. You don't have to pretend with us." Whether Liz had made a point or the reminder of blackmail forced him to obey, Tad slowly rolled onto his side and then his belly. He was hanging off the edge of the bed with his buns presented and his cock trapped under him. He sobbed even louder. Fedor pulled my arms behind me and wrapped his arms around me. One arm held me about the hips and the other clamped under my breasts. He pulled me tight and his cock went to the very root in my ass. As he held me, Liz strapped a very realistic cock on me. It was warm as it settled against my skin. "I wish I was getting that big dick up my ass," Liz told him as she rubbed lube on his quivering anus. "You faggots have all the really big ones. It's not fair." Tad was shaking so hard he vibrated as Fedor made me squat over my husband and Liz guided the fake cock at my groin to his asshole. I had another shock when I happed to see the photos they had been showing Tad. There he was, a cock in his mouth, cheeks hollowed, sucking off another man. There he was, a cum mustache dripping off has splattered face, smiling at his work. "Goddamn, you're lucky," Liz said as Fedor pushed me down and the cock pressed at Tad's rectal gate. Tad's sounds came through gritted teeth as he tried to take it like a man. Still, he couldn't hold back growls as the oversized phallus forced its way into his ass. Then I was fucking my husband in the ass while Fedor fucked me in the ass. "We're being too cruel, I think," Liz said as Tad grunted and growled on the taking end of my cock. "It can't be as much fun not knowing who your lover is." Liz removed his blindfold, but Tad kept his eyes squeezed shut. He did not want to see who was buggering him. He kept his eyes clenched shut as Fedor made me fuck him hard and a deep and then deposited his own load in my bowels. That was the sign I should be done, I decided as Fedor pulled me back and the dildo out of Tad when he was done. Fedor was slower to leave me, taking pleasure in jacking the faux phallus I wore while his cock stayed rooted in my fundus. "Oho! look!" Liz giggled when she had forced Tad to roll onto his back. An incriminating puddle of semen stained the bedclothes where Tad's cock had been. It was the final indictment of Tad's true sexuality. Things happened quickly at that point. I was recoiling in horror at the proof Tad had a secret side. Tad opened his eyes to confront them and saw me. Then he saw the cock that had raped him. At the same time, Fedor slipped from my ass, but that was of note only to me. I didn't feel one bit more comfortable without him there. Tad's confused look was making my skin crawl. "You've been in this with them all along!" Tad accused me. I knew how it looked. I knew how he felt. He was off on his own island and we were guarding his only route of escape. I had felt the same way, but I found I had no sympathy for Tad. I still felt it was his fault I had suffered my own humiliation at the hands of Liz and Fedor. Now I suspected hiding his own secret made him cold and distant, but that didn't excuse him. After all I had been through, I certainly wasn't going to take the blame for his downfall. "Look who's talking!" I spat back, "The only bad thing for you is that I know now. You obviously like to take it in the ass." I felt a little sorry for that outburst when I saw how it crushed Tad. It only lasted a moment. The memories of all I had been through came flooding back. I had no secrets except a certain dissatisfaction with my stern husband. We both fell into Liz and Fedor's web because of him and he was the only one that deserved it. "Come on you love birds," Liz mediated, "You should be happy. You both are about to embark on an exciting new life together." "You'll have to start a new album," Fedor said. "Just for pictures of Tad and Mary as they discover a new kind of marriage." "I just hope we have enough men friends to keep them both satisfied," Liz jabbed at us. There was no reason for me to stay. I realized that later. I didn't care if they had pictures of me taking it in all three holes from the congress and the joint chiefs of staff. Now that Tad was their victim, I had nothing to fear from him. Personally, I wasn't that ashamed of what I had done since it was under their coercion. In any case, it had happened and I could deal with it. I stayed because something about having power over another human being had rubbed off Liz and Fedor and onto me. I still serviced hoards of men at their command, but now Tad had to watch. I was used to the traffic. I knew how much easier that was for me than for Tad when it was his turn and I gloried in that victory. For your own sake, confess your sins. As you can see from my story, trouble begins to pile up the minute you try to get away with something. Take your lumps; bear the punishment. It's better than falling prey to people like Liz and Fedor in the vain attempt to escape the consequences of your actions. ###