Keywords: MMMMMM/F, M/F s&m. b&d, oral , anal, humil, nc, exhib, etc. 
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Turnabout, Turn Her Out

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	Turnabout, Turn her out- (turn.txt) - Robert finally gets in touch
with his feelings about Lucy's infidelities. He discovers he doesn't mind
her being a gang-bang slut, but he resents her superior air. Bob sets
about teaching her the  error of her ways- as a submissive leather whore.
MMMMMM/F, M/F s&m. b&d, oral , anal, humil, nc, exhib, etc. 

		Turnabout, Turn Her Out
	At 32, Lucy still had the tight body of a woman 10 years
younger. That made her all the more desirable as she melded that trim
frame with the tricks she had learned in her 17 years of nearly 
continuous sexual activity. She was one sexy lady.
	Robert, or Bob, had no complaints. Lucy was more than
enough woman for him. She was ready and willing anytime he felt the
urge and sometimes demanding even when he didn't. He wasn't missing
out on anything.
	It was probably a good thing that Lucy didn't expect him to give
her all the sex she needed. If he had to fuck her every time she had been
fucked in the five years of their marriage, his cock would have been 
worn down to a stub. And she made sure he knew she loved only him.
	She was smiling her grateful smile at him now as she lay on the
pool table and the hulking biker was crawling over her with his denims
around his knees. "Mauler", from what it said on his colors, was only the
third to take her and she was just getting warmed up for the frenzied
plateau of passion she would reach as the number passed the tens and
ran into the twenties and thirties.
	It was like being a gifted, Bob told himself, Lucy could satisfy
so many in so short of a time, it would be a crime not to loose that 
satisfaction into the world.
	Mauler lived up to his name in intensity, but not duration as he
pumped his cock into Lucy less than two minutes before he groaned 
and crawled off her, another victim of her voracious pussy. The next guy
was obviously proud of his cock. It was rather large- nine or ten inches-
but Lucy pulled it inside herself like it was nothing and reduced his pride
to just another cock in her hole in no time.
	She certainly could take it. It was always the same in these bars.
When Lucy said she could take on every man in the place, they all
laughed. They always thought they could fuck her into submission and 
make her beg for them to stop. They always challenged her to put up
or shut up and she always put up- or out, however you count that.
	Sometimes there was money on the table, but tonight it was a 
beer. Lucy didn't care. She just wanted the tide of humanity to pass 
through her body. She didn't even revel in the humiliation of the men 
when they were sitting around spent and gasping and she was finally
begging- only for the more they couldn't give her.
	That was the best part for Bob. He would walk out with the
woman that no number of men could fuck under the table, so to speak.
He even had a trick to enhance his own reputation. He would get in line
and fuck her a few times so they all figured he was a part of the 
gang-bang. Only he would fake a couple of climaxes so he could fuck
her again in front of a fucked-out crowd before he took her home.
	And she always made it look like he was the best fuck in the
world when he did that. It was like saying: I've fucked you all and this
guy can still make me hot. Lucy made sure he knew she loved only him.
	The guy with the big dick tried to hide the disappointment she
wasn't impressed with his cock behind a proud bluster as he crawled off
but Lucy was only interested in the next guy. There had only been a 
dozen or fifteen when Lucy challenged them, but the word must have
gotten out because the bar was packed now.
	Bob counted 27 and could have missed a couple. Not that it
was any concern. Just nine or ten guys in good shape would be more
of a challenge. These drinking druggers were good for two shots apiece,
tops. Mauler looked like he was done already.
	But Bob was sure they were impressed with the line that twisted
around the bar and that they looked forward to fucking Lucy into a 
squealing, protesting mass in short order. The fifth guy was done and
Lucy was just getting hot now. She pushed the last one to clear him
quicker and reached out eagerly for the next cock.
	It took at least a half dozen for Lucy to hit her stride. Bob had
found that out on their honeymoon as the greedy woman had made
him fear that he wouldn't see his second day as her husband. After the
first slow, romantic fuck, Lucy had wanted it again right away.
	It was their honeymoon, so she got it again pretty quick, but 
then Bob saw the pattern. She went down on him as soon as he pulled
it out and went for three in a row. He knew he was on a wild bronc by
then. Fortunately, he lasted long enough the third time to devise a plan
that may have saved his life.
	He insisted on a '69' when she wanted to raise him a fourth 
time and he insisted on being on top. He let her try to suck him hard 
again as he tried to distract her by finger-fucking her hard, fast and
continuously until his arm ached. That became the pattern for the night.
For every time he fucked her (six in all) he made her cum five or six
times on his fingers as he struggled to recover.
	That made it easier when Lucy revealed that she really got off
on pulling trains, getting gang-banged, having as many men as she could 
get one after the other. It was a relief to his poor, raw cock and Bob
had to admit that it would be the only way she could be kept happy, 
since he obviously couldn't keep up with her.
	The trip down memory lane lasted into Lucy's 15th man and 
Bob saw that she was in top form now. Her knees were up and moving
as she encourged the man to give it to her harder and deeper. The 
dozen or so left were quieter now as a general hush had come over the
bar and Lucy's moans and cries for more, harder, faster were taking
over the scene.
	Bob didn't blame them. Lucy fucking a crowd was impressive to 
watch. There was a fascination watching her take them on, finish them 
and reach for the next like a machine. He knew she was no 
Superwoman and that the friction of all the cocks was taking its toll, but
Lucy was in such a state that she didn't feel her cunt being rubbed raw.
She would suffer tomorrow and walk like a cowgirl for a week, but 
even then she would do it with a grin on her face.
	And it didn't mean any rest for Bob. Sore, raw, in pain or not,
she needed him to fuck her at least twice a day, every day. And she
would be eager for more even if she yelped every time he thrust his
cock into her.
	But as 16th took 15th's place, that fact was invisible to the men
in the bar. Lucy looked lust-crazed and hungry. Even more than she had
been when the leader lay her on the green felt and stuck the first cock of
the gang-bang into her snatch.
	They were obviously concerned when one of the guys, second
or third in line for Lucy, began yammering.
	"We gotta turn her over. Her cunt has to be stretched out by
now. I don't want no sloppy cunt," he said.
	He was shouted down. The general concensus being that 
nobody got no ass until everybody got some ass. But the very fact that
he felt the need to chirp up told Bob that they were worrying about 
Lucy outlasting them.
	"It's still tight anyway," the one fucking Lucy grunted as she was
pulling on his butt to make him fuck her faster.
	And if he was hoping to scare Lucy by suggesting fucking her in
the ass, he was way off the mark. She needed a little lubrication, but she
knew how to get that. She could squeeze her anus tight enough to rub a 
man raw, inflicting more damage than she took until they got out the
vaseline or K-Y or whatever.
	Then, with a little lubrication, she could take them all up her ass
as easy as she could take them in her cunt. But there they did have to 
worry about looseness. By the eighth or ninth cock her ass would gape
so huge that it wouldn't be very good for them.
	Bob had seen it all before in five years of repeating such scenes.
This time they waited until all of them had taken her on the pool table
and then pulled her off the ruined felt for seconds. The spot where her
ass had been was one gooey, wet mess of leaked cum and vaginal fluids
bigger than Lucy's butt and probably a half inch thick in places.
	They arranged her over a bar stool and it gave them access to
both her ends. This time through, both men and women sat on the stool
they had pulled up by her head and enjoyed Lucy's oral expertise.
	If that was another attempt to break her cool, it was as far off as
the threat of fucking her ass. Lucy was completely, wholly a dedicated
heterosexual, but that didn't mean she didn't know how to lick cunt or
that she shied away from it. Her only requirement was having plenty of 
cock and she would do anything sexual when that requirement was met.
	At the other end, the men quickly learned the truth about Lucy's
ass and began to fuck her cunt again. Bob was a little surprised that 
there were no attempts to three-hole her, but the bikers stayed in line
and took her one at a time in the rear while it seemed anyone that had a
mind to could shove his cock in her face for a blowjob or just some 
help getting it up for another turn.
	Bob didn't participate that night. His contribution was to drink
the beer when all the men lay strewn about in exhaustion, looking like a
grenade had gone off in their midst. And he packed off the grenade 
herself for a couple of quick ones before he let her slump into 
unconsciousness for the rest of the night. 
	Bob was surprised that she didn't slip off the throne while she
was pissing for all the Vagisil she had stuffed up her twat. He wondered
aloud if he hadn't underestimated the bikers. She responded derisively
to that and then fell strangely silent. It wasn't like her to hold back from
boasting about her prowess.
	Later, he realized it wasn't the first clue, but it was the first clue
that set him to thinking. It started as mere playful curiosity. What silly 
little thing had she done that made her cunt ache so bad?
	His guesses were something like overactive masturbation or an
attempt to finally shove something just too big up her cunt. Whatever it
was, she was sheepish about it and he wanted to find out so he could
tease her. It turned out to be more than a teasing offense.
	It wasn't an obsession. Bob didn't drop everything to pursue an
answer. He just kept his eyes open and watched her when he thought 
about it. He didn't find out anything.
	He was innocently stopping by the home improvement store
where she worked when he did find out. He had miraculously cleared 
his desk and was waiting on some reports that weren't finished when he
decided to visit his wife to see if she'd like a quicky on one of her 
breaks.
	It didn't happen often, but she always welcomed the 
oppportunity. Only that day, she didn't need his help. When he stepped
around the rack of plywood in the warehouse, he saw Lucy sprawled
over the 2X4's with her boss attacking her from the rear.
	He hesitated a moment, unsure if she was being raped. Her 
pants were barely below her buttocks and her boss was fucking her 
violently enough. But then he heard a noise and caution made him step
back.
	It was a couple of more men dressed in the store's uniform and 
they were grinning and trading jibes. He was considering his chances 
against the three of them when Lucy moaned.
	"Damn it. Ain't my ass tight enough?" Lucy complained. "Fuck it
like a man or let someone else have a turn!"
	It was a familiar refrain. Lucy liked to prod lovers into fucking 
her hard and deep by insulting them. But it made his heart sink to hear
her say it like this. She maintained that she would never fuck anyone she
worked with and had made him promise he wouldn't either.
	His crumbling emotions were met by his rising anger and his 
anger won the day. His 23-year-old secretary begged him to fuck her
almost daily. She offered to crawl under his desk and suck his cock 
twice a day and he had held off because Lucy and he had a pact.
	He made himself watch her boss shoot off in her asshole and 
another one move over to shove his cock into the exposed butt. He
wasn't going to let this drop because he went soft. He wanted to see so
much he would be able to keep his resolve.
	He watched all three fuck his wife on the lumber and finally 
pulled himself away as she dropped to her knees and began sucking 
them as they gathered around her with their cocks in her face. He didn't
know what all  he would do, but he knew what the first thing would be.
	This time Jessica got a surprise. She came in with word that the
reports wouldn't be done until the next day and once again offered to
crawl under his desk and blow him. There wasn't anything to distract 
him from today, she said.
	"You know you're only teasing, so stop it," Bob said in a switch
from his usual stubborn refusal.
	"Move your chair and find out," the challenge came back.
	He called her bluff, hoping it wasn't a bluff. He rolled his chair 
away and emphasized the gesture by undoing his belt and unbuttoning
his pants. Jessica just stared in disbelief at the sudden shift and then a
smile spread across her face.
	She scuttled backwards under his desk and then looked up at
him, crooking her finger in invitation. At least the whole day wasn't going
to be a disappointement.
	He made more room for her by pulling out the middle drawer 
and setting it on his blotter, but there was still little room for his knees
under the desk with Jessica. But if she was cramped, Jessica made no
complaint. He felt her hands pull down his zipper and fold back the fly
of his pants.
	Her face pressed to the cotton of his briefs and he felt her open
mouth caress his cock through the fabric. She was going to blow him.
She was going to give him a fucking blow job!
	Bob leaned back and closed his eyes to concentrate on every
nuance. She didn't spend much time at that. She didn't have to. His 
cock instantly stiffened as she dragged her open mouth over it through
his underwear. Then she tugged on the waistband until he lifted his hips
and let her drag them down out of the way.
	Her mouth repeated the same open carress on his naked dick
and it took away all Bob's thoughts but that he was going to really 
receive the blowjob she had so often promised.
	He gave himself over to the feel of her mouth opening wide and
descending over his hard cock almost without touching it. She delicately
closed her mouth and then stopped the teasing to suck on his dick.
	From the way she sucked cock, she probably was a great lay
too. She had sucked him hard and fast to gasping anticipation and then
backed off suck half his cock deliberately when Mr. Tevis walked in.
	Bob saw Mr. Tevis look down at the floor and back up. Then
he winked. Jessica had paused when she heard the door but now was
back to work. She was holding the head of his cock in her mouth and
circling her tongue around the glans as the boss talked with Bob.
	Tevis was smirking as he said, "Where the hell are my numbers?"
	"I've gotten my desk clear. I'll get them to you when they get to
me," Bob said, finally realizing that Jessica must have her shoes
sticking our from under his desk.
	"Then what the hell are you doing there?" Tevis asked and
Jessica stopped again.
	"Cleaning out my drawer," Bob said to start her head to moving
again.
	Tevis was obviously having a good time playing a game with 
Bob and his secretary. It was not unlikely that he was enjoying a little
vicarious thrill knowing what was going on under the desk. But he just
grinned and shook his finger at Bob as he left, saying, "Just get me the
damn numbers as soon as you get them."
	When he left, Bob realized he had enjoyed the suspense as
much as his boss. It had added an extra kick to the already thrilling
experience of getting a blow job at his desk.
	Jessica didn't fool around any more. She didn't seem to have 
enjoyed the interruption like the men. She sucked him efficiently and 
with purpose and very soon had his butt off his chair to shoot a 
generous load into her welcoming mouth.
	She sucked him long enough to make sure she had pulled the 
last of his cum up his cock and then he felt her tugging his underwear
back up his legs. He lifted one more time for her to put them in place
and Jessica neatly restored his pants before she tapped on his knee to
be let out of her confinement.
	Bob thought a second about keeping her under there as a joke,
but then he pulled back to let her out. Why punish her for such a nice
blow job?
	He had mellowed to grim determination by the time he got home.
There was no point in confronting Lucy. He knew what he had seen and
there was no way to talk him out of it. He avoided the scene and cut
straight to the aftermath.
	Of course, he had to fuck her so she wouldn't be suspicious. 
She had met him at the door like a good wife and immediately put her
hand in his pants when they kissed like the Lucy he knew. Bob set his
briefcase down and gave her the slightest push on the shoulder and she
dropped to her knees like a good wife should.
	After she'd sucked him hard, he'd bent her over the kitchen 
table and fucked her hello. Now she was dancing around the house
wearing a sweater and bottomless as she got supper ready. She didn't
have a clue her secret was out. And Bob's was still a secret.
	He'd made some calls after Jessica's blow job and with a few
leading inquiries had found he might be able to mix a little business with
his plans to teach Lucy a lesson. Clients are always impressed with a
little special treatment. And if a man uses his wife to give that treatment...
well, that lets a guy know just how important they think he is.
	The only thing he'd cleared with Tevis was fucking Jessica, but
the old man knew the plan and had given him as much of an okay as he 
could without going on record. Catering to that kind of kink wasn't really
the kind of PR any company wanted.
	Lucy was tingling with uncertainty as they arrived at the party. 
Bob would only hint that she was in for a surprise and wouldn't give her
any details. But from his manner she was certain it  had something to do
with sex.
	Somehow she found that hard to understand since this was a
business/party, but she had learned to trust her intuition. And her 
intuition said something sexy was going to happen. Knowing how stiff
and formal most of these business types were, she just hoped it wouldn't
be a big boring failure.
	If Lucy had known a few more of the particulars, she wouldn't 
have been afraid of being bored. For starters, she was the only wife in
attendance. There were other women, but they were call girls hired for
the evening. And she was going to be the evening's entertainment.
	If she had known all the particulars, she would have been just
afraid. Bob was changing his role as facilitator of her lusts. No longer
the stooge of her wishes, he was sending her out on a bold new stage-
whether she liked it or not.
	There was just time enough for crab puffs and champagne 
before Alfred Gringer tapped on his glass to get attention.
	"Welcome, Welcome all, This is indeed an exciting night," 
Gringer addressed the guests. "I know you all want to get right to the
festivities, so I want to introduce our guest of honor. Bring Lucy up here
if you will."
	Lucy gave Bob a surprised smile as two men strode over and
each took an arm. She was excited by the possibilities and went happily
but she noticed that the men were holding her very tightly.
	They kept their grips on her arms as she stood in the middle of 
the slightly raised stage and accepted the applause. Gringer smiled back
at her and then turned to continue.
	"I know I've always had fantasies about the Hellfire Club, and I
hope you are all looking forward, as I am, to our re-creation here 
tonight," Gringer said.
	Lucy had only the mistiest idea of what the Hellfire Club was
except the men in it were big wheels and there was a big scandal about
their sex practices. But that was unimportant now as Lucy could feel the
curtain behind her raise. The men held her face forward and she could
only survey the faces of the audience for clues.
	She saw an evil happiness in their eyes and the tingle in her belly
increased in intensity. There was something special behind her, that
was sure. She was getting wet between the legs when Gringer himself
walked up to her.
	"Lucy seems eager," he noted, standing sideways to address
both Lucy and the guests.
	Or that was her perception. He reached into the decolletage of
her gown and Lucy's giggle was cut short as he ripped it down. He
brushed the tatters from her shoulders and Lucy was standing in her
underwear in front of the crowd.
	It wasn't the exposure itself, Lucy was far more jaded than that,
but she saw no reason to tear her gown. And the violence of his act 
changed the excited anticipation quickly into hesitant apprehension. She
wasn't sure they wanted her to enjoy herself.
	She thought she was being presented as some sort of trophy 
when Gringer stripped her of her bra and the men held her arms in the
air. But then they walked her backwards until her back hit some sort
of wall.
	She didn't see the "X" frame until much later when her image
was put up on the large screen over the room. She only felt her wrists
being fastened in cuffs. Then she had to scramble forward in little steps
as the frame pushed her to the edge of the stage.
	She hung for a moment when her heels were pushed over the
edge and then the men pulled her legs apart and locked her ankles into
other cuffs. If that wasn't enough to ruin her mood, she had another 
moment of terror as the frame disoriented her when it swung down into
a horizontal position.
	"What do you want?" Lucy broke her startled silence. "I'm easy.
I'd fuck the lot of you if you'd ask!"
	"Don't you worry about that, we'll take care of it," came a 
derisive voice from the crowd followed by general laughter.
	She didn't like being taunted, but her likes didn't seem to carry
much weight with the guests. It was almost as if they were trying to put
her in a bad mood to keep her from enjoying what they might do.
	"She's hardly a virgin, but this is hardly Victorian England," 
Gringer was saying, "So let the hellish rites begin!"
	Her plight was being televised on screens around the room now
and Lucy saw the hooded men approaching in the screen at the rear of 
the room. She wasn't frightened. She was angry. She couldn't believe
Bob would think she'd like this surprise.
	"Cunt. Tits. Ass. Blow Job," the men were chanting in a 
burlesque of a Gregorian chant, climbing slightly on the first three words
 and then dropping to a very deep tone on 'blow job'.
	She thought it was stupid and silly, but she was a minority of
one. The rest seemed to be amused as the men surrounded her. The 
leader stepped between her legs and produced the athame, or ritual
dagger, which was, in keeping with the burlesque, a letter opener with
a tacky naked woman as a handle.
	It was sharp enough to make Lucy catch her breath as he 
pressed into the valley of her sex through her underwear. The point
poked her clitoris sharply as he stroked her cunt with it. Then he 
stabbed it at her, making her jump. He had only pierced her underwear
at the level of the entrance to her cunt and he pulled the point up, 
parting her underwear.
	He rocked her on the frame as he tugged to break the elastic
at the waist and then he peeled her panties back to expose her crotch.
She looked more naked than naked in her hose and garters with her
panties opened in that way.
	He stepped back and ordered, "Prepare the sacrifice."
	"Sacrifice yourself! You silly bunch of..." Lucy managed to spit
out before someone stuffed a rag in her mouth.
	It was hastily and crudely taped in place, but that was the last
hasty thing the anonymous robed men did. Lucy was reduced to 
watching as they went through a lot of foolishness with glass cruets
before they poured oil on her body and massaged it into her skin.
	If she hadn't been so angry, Lucy might have enjoyed the oil
being spread on her breasts and rubbed over the rest of her body. But 
the thing that stood out in the anointing was the amount of oil one of 
them was pouring, sluicing, pressing into her cunt.
	Lucy felt like they could turn her into a lamp- and then tried to
forget that thought in fear they would. The disturbing part of filling her
cunt with oil was that the man made only the most perfunctory pass
over her anus with the lubrication. She didn't know what that meant, but
it didn't look good.
	She still had a long time to wait. The preparation was just getting
started. That wasn't ruining anyone else's fun, however. Lucy saw more
and more guests drop from sight and heard the sounds of fucking as the
hooded men continued to work on her.
	She was at an orgy and she hadn't even been fucked- yet.
	The ritual may have been corny, but the men were diabolical.
She felt her earrings removed and replaced and her eyes shot to the 
screen between her feet to see what they were doing. They had given 
her the longest earrings she had ever seen, a simple chain ending in 
feathers. Then she saw and felt simultaneously that the feathers 
concealed clamps as her breasts were pushed up and her nipples
clamped.
	It was in her best interest to keep her head still. Even then there
was a light strain on her earlobes and nipples from the taut chain. She 
lifted her head to relieve the pressure, but quickly realized she wouldn't
be able to keep her head up for very long.
	It didn't make that much difference. In any position the clamps 
were cruel and painful and her nipples shot pain through her body from
the bite of their metal teeth.
	"Behold! the Virgin and the Goat!" someone called out.
	Anything to take her mind off her aching nipples, Lucy thought.
Maybe getting fucked would be the start of good things. She watched
some costumed goomer from the rear on the screen as he approached
the image of her body.
	If she had looked at the costumed man from the front as he 
approached, she might have realized why he was a special hire. She
did shift her gaze to the half-assed goat costume when the room grew
silent. By then she could no longer see what had awed the crowd.
	She was in the middle of a private tirade about the amateurish
proceedings when she felt it. She suddenly understood the oil. The man
was trying to fist-fuck her by pushing his fist inside her already clenched.
	But then several things came to her attention at once. Both his
hands were on her thighs. And from what she could see on the screen,
he was still standing a foot away from her.
	No way! Cocks didn't come that big! She'd seen hundreds-
thousands- and they just didn't get that big. But he heaved something
against her oiled cunt and she went into labor in reverse. It wasn't
really as big as a baby's head, but she wasn't dialated either.
	The crowd was chanting: go! go! go! go! like it was some 
obscene sporting event and Lucy was thrown into a vortex of confusion.
She certainly was being damaged in some fundamental way by the
intrusion into her cunt and she was beset by niggling pains as she tossed
her head. Her breasts bounced as she pulled on her nipples and the 
chains threatened to pull the hooks right through her earlobes.
	The assault didn't let up. She was screaming into the rag in her 
mouth as she was sure she felt her cunt tear as it was forced open 
around the man's cock. Because it was a cock. It wasn't really the size
of a fist, but the head was as big as a doorknob.
	He had strained her vulva's elasticity in pushing the head through,
but Lucy's real challenge came as he had filled her cunt totally with
four inches of cock to spare. Lucy didn't know what to feel. The cock 
was giving her sensations like none she had experienced before, but
fear had her heart beating like it would pound out of her chest. The 
tumult of stimulation threatened to drown out any good she could gain
from the huge cock stuffing her guts.
	He started to fuck her without forcing the rest of his cock into
her and Lucy's hands clenched air as she failed to find some anchor to
hold. The feeling that his thrusts threatened her very life did make it easy
for her to freeze her head and no longer torture her own tits.
	But it was only the storm before the deluge. Her vagina had
stretched to emergency depth to accomodate his cock, but he still
was battering her cervix each time he filled her fuller than she thought
she could contain. Then the pounding on the thickening at the end of her
sheath beacame nothing as his muscles bunched and turned the dull pain
into a bright burst of searing agony as he burst through the door and
opened her cervix on the way deep into her womb.
	This was not sex. It was pregnancy, Lucy's mind flashed into the
unreasoning mush his cock had made of her brain. Oh god! Please 
don't pull back! Please don't do that again! She prayed in terror as he
thrust a couple of times to feel her uterus clasp his cockhead.
	But he did. And again her entire body was wracked by the 
paroxsym of pain as he pulled back and again thrust through her cervix.
The roars of the crowd were loudest when she bucked with the pain
and he played to them by torturing her with the painful entrance several
more times.
	Then he pulled back until she thought she could feel the wind
whistle through the cavern that once was her cunt and gave her the 
whole horrid rod in one mind-blowing thrust. She was too weak to
react anymore as he pressed tight against her and lunged to rub her
womb with his glans.
	His hips became urgent in his pounding in and in and in and in 
and Lucy knew the final indignity was about to come. His sperm would
be delivered special delivery inside her womb- no swimming required.
The cold fear that even the eggs in her ovaries would be fertilized came
over her even as she felt his cock swell and something hot so deep 
inside her.
	Some one did yell: Hello! into her cunt when he pulled away.
Lucy wouldn't have been surprised to hear an echo. She had been
gutted and survived, but she had a feeling that her ordeal was not yet
over.
	They had just started.
	Bob had sold the idea with Lucy's preference for gang-bangs.
The others had created the Hellfire scene for their own amusement- as
an appetizer. And it had whetted the appetites.
	They looked like ants attacking a sugar cube on the monitors.
Men came from all angles and pressed their cocks on Lucy. They stood
rubbing their cocks on her oily skin all around. Normally, she would 
have responded eagerly to this display of ready sex, but tonight it was 
an unwelcome taunt of the way it was compared to the way Lucy would
wish it.
	Where was Bob? She had desperately sought him as she was
strapped to the frame, but she hadn't been able to locate him in the 
crowd. Now she wondered if he had been subjected to a similiar
bondage so they could mistreat her.
	At the moment, Bob was basking in orgasmic glow and 
watching the men surround his straying wife. He had missed the 'goat'
as Gringer had instructed two of the 'companions' to distract him while
that was going on. He wasn't sure Bob's anger was enough to see his
wife submitted to the huge foot-long cock he had hired to initiate her.
	Bob had been seated as they had stripped and put Lucy on the
"X". His head had been cradled between a pair of huge boobs and the
second lady was teasing his cock with her tongue. They had traded off,
letting him fuck the huge tits and taking turns mounting his cock as they
sat on his lap as the mock ceremony began. They smoothly dragged 
him onto the floor just before the goat made his appearance.
	They kept him on his back for the entire scene, alternately riding
his cock and then climbing off to give him a double blow job. When they
feared he might finish too soon, one stroked his cock beneath the 
other's mounted cunt and squeezed him just below the glans when the
other felt his cock begin to swell with iminent ejaculation.
	It was a luxuious frustration and Bob had no complaint to the
way they used him. They topped him off with the novelty of fucking
the huge tits while the other girl bent her face into the cleavage and
sucked his cock as it thrust up between the warm globes. It felt like 
having his cock, balls and all deep inside a woman as he came with
the added bonus of a mouth inside sucking him unmercifully dry.
	He was only in condition to appreciate the treatment of his wife
in a giddy haze. Lucy, on the other hand, was growing more 
despondent over the way she was about to be used. It was a sin against
the concept of gang-bangs to her mind.
	The first man was a sin against her asshole as he took her in
her only still-servicable hole. He was blessedly normal in size, but it was
clear his intention was to  hurt her as much as he could. After being
ravaged by the monster cock, it was like a mosquito bite, but that 
wasn't for lack of trying.
	His cum was a horrid reminder of the flood in her womb, but
he was soon gone and another gave Lucy something else to think about.
It was no longer possible to shock her with a brutal entrance but he was
as abrupt as could be. He rammed his cock deep in one thrust and got
right to fucking. 
	It was like old times. Lucy tried to lose her attitude and fall into
the sameness in self-defense. And then, as she became successful, the
chains linking her ears and nipples tugged as she tossed her head. Then
her jerks in reaction were brought up short by her restraints and Lucy 
was returned to the fullness of her situation.
	It was one thing to be the centerpiece at her own party and 
quite another to be a party favor at someone else's. Now she 
understood the 'luxury' of the freedom to move while men paraded 
through her bowels and the difference between fucking and being 
fucked.
	Bob's hazy appreciation picked up as the second man humped
Lucy's ass like the needle in a sewing machine and gave way to the 
third. As far as he knew, he could have as well been watching the 22nd
give way to the 23rd. Big tits had left and Bob was watching the action
on the main screen as he sat on the floor leaning back on his hands. The
other girl still lay across his legs, idily stroking his limp cock.
	Bob hoped this was only the beginning because it didn't seem to
him that she had been punished much. And maybe it would be nice if 
she knew why he had done this to her as she endured the night. But
there was time for that. His own prospects for getting laid again drained
all the hurry from his observations.
	The woman over his legs became the woman between his legs
after a while. As he watched another man hump his wife's asshole she
lifted his cock and sent her tongue exploring under his foreskin. She was
teasing the head out of hiding.
	Perhaps he was more evil than he knew. His cockhead had
peeped out and his cock was beginning to stiffen at the bidding of her
skilled tongue, but then it shot erect. And the stimulation, he feared, was
Lucy's pain.
	They must have reached her ass's eight or nine cock limit and
there was a complaint of her being, "about as tight as that door over 
there".
	"Put your cock in the door and see if this helps," Gringer was
saying and he stepped up to Lucy with a switch in his hand.
	He struck the undersides of her breasts with the rod and Lucy
reacted as if he had touched her with a naked live wire. He struck again
and they could hear her muffled scream through the rag in her mouth.
	"That's good," said the man in her asshole, "do that some more."
	It was not good. It was painful and terrifying to Lucy. The 
shock of the first blow to her tender tits was almost more than the pain.
The second was nothing but sharp agony. And the motion the whipping
put into her breasts resurrected the pain in her nipples.
	The clamp of the sharp metal teeth had numbed a little as she
lay still, but now the jerk as her tits flew up and settled back from the
force of the switch made them bite anew into her abused nipples.
	It had certainly tightened her ass, however. The hole had 
slammed tight around the invading prick with the first blow and was 
trying to close right through it as Gringer whipped her tits.
	And Bob's cock was throbbing as he watched the blows land
and Lucy struggle in her restraints. He didn't waste much time 
contemplating his sadism. He looked down at the woman between his
legs and thought of burying his reborn cock.
	Lucy felt like they had turned back some timer and the rape was
beginning again. She was being forced to adjust to the train of cocks as
if the line had only begun. Accepting that burden early on, with her 
lust and endurance fresh was one thing, but being battered and opened
again was quite another. 
	But then it was not like she had ever been in control. She had 
always thought lesser women feared the repeated entries, the 
smorgasbord sex because their spirits were overwhelmed by the thought.
Now she felt less superior as she was overwhelmed in fact by her own
forced submission and the bald fact that she would endure whatever they 
wished without being asked to consent.
	Somehow it made it worse that she was probably the one 
woman in the room that would fuck them all willingly. And they were 
ruining that even for her by taking away her choice.
	The beautiful irony is that it was that frustration which made her
plight so pleasing to Bob. He was busy fucking the woman like a dog
on the floor and not thinking about it at the present, but in the overall
view, Lucy was in her predicament because she had not allowed Bob
to consent to her gang-banging any group of men she met.
	The voracious lust was hers. The group scene was hers. The 
rules were hers. And, evidentally, she felt the right to break the rules
was hers too. Bob had always accepted all those things until he learned
about the last one.
	She had lied to deny him a pleasure that she felt justified in having
herself under the cover of her deception. He had lied to her to give her
a pleasure in an unpleasant form.
	Lucy was being moved. Her ankles had been released from their
cuffs and the frame was moving. It dumped her onto the floor and rose
out of the way. She could kneel, bent slightly at the waist, with her arms
still held apart pulled in front of her.
	The men in the robes again appeared. One of them added a 
third chain to the two connecting her ears and nipples. It was too short
to reach between her nipples and pulled them inwards toward each 
other. Then they forced her farther forward until she hung from her 
wrists with her knees only as a balance point.
	Lucy knew how vulnerable she was and didn't bother to look up.
The screens showed her open offer of her unprotected rear in salacious
detail. Lucy knew she was in for the second round.
	Bob had lasted through the suspense until then. He had 
prolonged his plunging into the willing cunt in front of him as the line of
men had cum and gone through Lucy's ass. He fell prey to the sight of
his wife prostrated and available. For him the butt in front of him 
became Lucy's unprotected rear on the screen and he began to jam into
her like he would  jam his deceitful wife.
	She grunted once and then tilted her hips to make his way 
straighter as Bob went uncontrolled and lustful into her. Bob came 
almost without meaning to as the first one stepped up to Lucy.
	Lucy noticed something different like an aura of change as the
member rooted around to find the opening of her cunt. She dared to lift
her head for a glimpse. She had to blink to identify the unnatural sight
on the screen. She understood in stages. It was a man with breasts. It
was a woman with a penis. It was a woman wearing a strap-on- an
excessive strap-on that was fumbling the rubber dick into her cunt.
	Her cervix was indescribably tender as the oversized dildo 
nudged the back of her sheath. The fake dick was big, but not as big as
the monster that that reamed her the first time. It still set off the aches
left by that massive organ.
	Then, as she had resigned herself in despair, the dildo pulled out.
A man was sliding beneath her and she felt her knees being spread to
lower her to him. She was nearly to the floor when she met the hard 
stalk.
	That was a relief. The average-sized cock barely touched the 
pain inside her. But she was in a fool's paradise. She was held down 
tight on the prick in her belly and felt the foreign intrusion of the dildo
pressing against her anus.
	She might be able to take it, Lucy thought in panicked fear. She
should be loose enough after all the men. But the reality was not as 
pleasant. Her rectum did indeed stretch to allow the rubber phallus
inside, but being possible did not make the act easy.
	Lucy was on the heart-pounding edge of panic as she tried to
remember to breathe. Certainly they had found her limit. But the cock
pushed again and the filled-to-bursting feel was worse.
	"That tighten her up?" came a female voice.
	"Yeah, she's tight now." came from the man beneath her. "Let's
see how she fucks."
	Ready or not, here we come! There was no ready for Lucy. It 
was totally their wills. She didn't even try to understand or conquer the
double penetration that hung her over the edge of distress. She had the
new pain in her breasts to distract her.
	Her head was down, so the chains to her ears were no longer a
bother, but the new chain made her breasts tug against the clamps on 
her nipples every time her breasts swung with their thrusts. How much
could she ignore?
	She would beg, but no one wanted her pleas. She would give in,
but no one wanted her surrender. They just wanted to use her. And 
there was no way she could make it stop.
	When that one slid away from her, the woman changed position
so that she was sitting above Lucy's ass and the dildo was forced 
straight down. Then a second man came up behind both female asses
and pushed his cock into Lucy's down angled cunt.
	It all was uncomfortable. They were probing in unaccustomed
corners and it felt wrong. They were threatening to knock her off her
knees into a painful shock of hanging from her wrists. She had to 
actually push back into their abusive use of her to keep her balance.
	This was way too much sweat and worry to be good sex. That
didn't even take into account the pain. And Lucy realized that if that was
making any difference to them, it was only because it turned them on.
	The jabs in her nipples and the general ache of her breasts 
melded with the pain in her ass and cunt as the rough treatment went on.
She was just a pile of misery spread open naked and abused.
	When the woman finally pulled the oversized rubber cock out of
her ass Lucy feared it was only to find a better abuse to heap on her. 
She was right. As they had before, her captors wanted to restore the
grip of her ass with pain.
	Here tits were already aflame with the last whipping and the 
pull of the nipple clamps. They were tucked out of the way in any case.
But her ass was presented as she had to push it up to keep it over her
knees to balance.
	She thought it might be worth the shock to her shoulders when
the first lash cut across her ass. It HURT! This wasn't a play spanking.
Whoever was wielding the whip wanted to hurt her. And they did- 
about five times that left her screaming in panic and gasping in pain.
	That could be considered her break. It took about 10 seconds
after the last stroke fell for a cock to be rammed in her asshole.
	"Yeah, this is good," she heard someone say as she tried
unsuccessfully to squeeze her anus tight enough to keep him out.
	"The hot little bitch is still helping," he enthused to her shame.
	She didn't want to help anyone. She only wanted to be let loose.
The cock in her ass was nasty. Her position was nasty. Everyone in the
room was nasty and she wanted to go home.
	Bob saw the resignation in her and it made his cock quiver in
the mouth that was sucking him. They had wiped Lucy's slate clean and
she had become no more than a collection of orifices for them to fuck.
He could have called her a cunt, but it was better- and his cock jerked
again to prove it- to have the group demonstrate.
	 Lucy was exhausted almost unconscious when they were finally
through with her. She expressed her confusion in disjointed, mumbled
words as Bob drove them home. When he put her to bed, he 
remembered that the girl hadn't gotten him off the last time in her mouth.
But he couldn't bring himself to climb on Lucy and fuck her in her 
condition. 
	Instead, he knelt by her head and jerked off. For all the years of
their marriage that would have been a criminal waste of potential. Bob
stroked his cock more determinedly with the sense he had vanquished 
his cheating wife. The sight of Lucy abused still filled his mind as he felt
the stirring in his balls. The pain and despair still etched on his face made
him quiver a couple of extra times as he speckled her face and hair with
the pearly drops of his cum.
	She was still asleep and late for work when he left. He left a 
note explaining that he called in for her since she didn't look like she was
in any shape to go in to work. He didn't give her any other details.
	There was still a big surprise for her, but Bob was going to 
spring that on her when he got home. Let her have bad dreams about
last night for a while, he thought.
	For himself, it was the start of another fine day. He had decided
to have a long talk with Jessica. He didn't want to fall into the pattern
of fucking her every day. He wanted her to know that it was going to be
like the old days most of the time. But he did want to fuck her today.
	Miraculously, his numbers came in first thing. Getting his work
done gave him a lot of options in dealing with Jessica. He even got 
Tevis to agree to giving her half a day off. He had to explain why, but
Tevis seemed to enjoy his plan and was glad Bob wasn't trying to 
compensate his secretary for sex with company time.
	He had his talk with Jessica and the first thing she said, "Does
that mean I get to take my clothes off today?"
	He would definitely have to watch her. He got the feeling she 
was auditioning for a bigger role in his life. He wasn't exactly ready to
become a cheater because he caught his wife once. Even today was
only to get him in the mood to deliver his news to Lucy (Yeah-right!)
	"You like it okay on a desk, or do you want to find a couch?"
he asked.
	"Why you romantic silver-tongued devil," she teased, "Making
sure I'm comfortable- how thoughtful."
	"I'd prefer the desk, if you don't mind, it's been a fantasy of
mine for a long time," Bob told her.
	That was true. He had fantasized every secretary he'd ever
known and a couple of his bosses stretched over a desk and waiting for
him to fuck them. Jessica obviously had ideas of her own.
	"You mean looking into your eyes as you ravage me, or bent
over like a side of beef?" she asked.
	Bob was flexible. "Why not both?"
	"So, do we just strip down and do it now?" she asked.
	"Of course not, Miss Dregger," he became formal. "Have that
ready for me in time for lunch."
	Bob did get a lot of work done. He used it to keep the thoughts
of Jessica spread out over his desk out of his mind. Knowing it was 
coming made it both easier and harder to distract himself.
	So by the time Jessica came primping into his office he was
ready to quit struggling and concentrate on her. The lead-in time was
a good idea. She had been using it to plan her attack.
	"I've got those things you wanted to see," she said cutely as she
perched on the desk in fromt on him.
	She had one leg crossed over the other and she pulled up her
skirt an inch at a time to reveal them for him. The first thing he noticed 
were her thigh-high stay-ups. He was sure she was usually a panty-hose
girl. She must have prepared for him. He was excited to find out what
else she might have done.
	 She didn't pull the skirt up enough for him to see panties. Either
she wasn't wearing them, or they were very tiny. Then her hands went 
up to undo the buttons of her blouse one by one. Her breasts were on 
the level of his eyes as she sat on his desk. She played to that as she
uncovered a lacy, thin bra and adjusted her tits in the cups.
	Her hands went from shaping her breasts to undoing the front
closure. The cups gripped her breasts until she slowly peeled them out
of the way. Her nipples should have been the stars of 'Pretty in Pink'.
Bob could also see the slightly darker top hats of her nipples themselves
cast in a film called 'Hello, Sailor'.
	The nipples were alert and her breasts quivered a little as a 
shiver of pleasure went through her. Bob took that as an invitation to
lean forward and attach his mouth to one.
	While he was at it, he slid his hand up her thigh. She was
wearing panties. They were very, very small and held together by the
merest string around the sides.
	Bob had some clothes to shed. He pulled off his shirt as he
stood up and then opened his pants and let them drop. That was enough
until he got the skirt off Jessica.
	As he grabbed it, he changed his mind. He pushed his hands to
the top and grabbed the strings on her panties instead. She had to 
uncross her legs and lift up for him to pull them down her legs. He got a
nice view of her hairy slit as she lifted it up to him. It looked hungry.
	He turned her to face him and stood between her legs as he
pulled down his shorts. He reached up and squeezed her breasts for a
bit and then knelt down and pulled her ass to the front edge of the desk
	He could already smell her excitement musty between her legs. 
He leaned forward and his tongue found she was beginning to dew. He
licked her wet and then stood up between her legs.
	"I'm putting something in your in-box, Jessica. Take care of it
 won't you," he quipped.
	"I'll do my normal good job if you help me through it," she
replied.
	She opened to him like the slowness of a woman roused from 
her nap. Once his cock had entered her halfway, she gave a throaty 
growl and he slipped quickly in the rest of the way. After fucking Lucy,
it was like fucking a child.
	Her legs wrapped around him and she stroked the back of his
thighs with her hose.
	"Ohhhhhh, make me cum! Fuck your slut secretary on your
desk and make her scream," she urged while yanking her heels against
his legs. 
	He dropped his hands to her hips and held her as he pushed his
cock in and out of her cunt. He could feel her adjust to him as he got
warmed up. Her cunt became a custom-fit glove, a warm, snug glove.
	Her heels kept pulling at him. Either she was a very good actress
or she was living out one of her own fantasies. Her butt squirmed on the
desktop and her hips sought his thrusts.
	"Fuck me you dick-driving son-of-a-bitch! Make me put out for
you!" she was growling to encourage him, "Screw your helpless
secretary. Make her give it to you on your desk!"
	Her eyes were flashing with intensity as she stared into his face
with a slightly lifted defiant chin and a lower lip that quivered with the
passion of their coupling. If she really liked made to serve games, he
thought, then she was really going to get off when he pulled her off the
desk and turned her on her face over it.
	But he didn't have to do that for Jessica. Suddenly she reached
out for him and pulled him to her as her hips worked harder. She
moaned in his ear as she clung to him. He recognized the shiver and
pounded into her faster as she came.
	"Oh god yes! Don't stop! Please- fuck me! Fuck me good! 
C'mon! yeah! Oh yeah! Ohhh my Gawwwwwd!" she groaned and 
sighed as he fucked her through the spastic commotion of her climax.
	She was responsive as hell. Bob had to yank his cock out of her
quick as he could after she calmed down so he wouldn't follow her over
the edge.
	"What's the matter?" she asked with all the concern she could
muster in her dreamy haze.
	"My secretary is a slut and she's going to have to put something
personal into her job to make up for that," Bob said as his cock bobbed 
humorously between them.
	"Huh?" she was confused, since her dirty secretary fantasy had
worked itself through already.
	Bob lifted her off the desk and held her in the air a moment until
she realized she had to put her feet on the floor. Then he turned her and
pushed her down over the desk. Her skirt had fallen into place again and
he lifted it up.
	He blouse was open, but it covered her back. Until Bob lifted 
her skirt, she was disheveled but dressed. Uncovering her ass and the
hairy, wet mouth below was part of the key for him. He threw her skirt
up out of the way and let his cock twitch at the sight of her sprawled
across the desk's surface with her naked butt facing him and available.
	There was no mystery to the conquering male scenario. It was
very little different from her fantasy wish for his control to extend to her
sexuality. She wanted to be forced to enjoy and he wanted to enjoy by
force.
	There wasn't much force involved in putting his cock back in her
well-fucked pussy, but he still felt like the exploiter. He ran his hands 
over the smooth roundness of her ass for a few thrusts and then leaned
forward to grab her shoulders.
	She arched up on her elbows as he pulled her shoulders back
and brought her head up, but her belly stayed pressed to his desk. He 
used his grip to pull her back as his cock jammed deep into her cunt 
from behind.
	"Oh no! What are you doing? Not like this! Not here! Please-
I feel so cheap and easy," she protested right into the spirit of his fantasy.
	"How about useless and worthless," he snarled back as his 
thrusts became distinct and he held his cock jammed deep in her for a
beat before he pulled back to jam into her again, "This is the only thing
you're good for- shut up!"
	When the deliberate jabs into her cunt had restored his
equilibrium, he rolled into a more fluid thrusting. A little afternoon break
fantasy style was a lot better than the fantasy alone. He let go of her
shoulders and let the desk trap her in place for his thrusts. His hands slid
under her to cup her breasts and he turned up his speed several notches.
	The squish, squish of her cunt was the melody to the harmony
of their grunts and pants. Jessica was still glowing with her own fantasy
realized and was playing her part in Bob's with the unconcerned frivolity
of her afterglow. Bob was getting serious.
	He had tits in his hands and a pink expanse of rump trapped
between his cock and his desk. He was knocking off some secretary
pussy- some tight and gushing secretary pussy- right on his desk. He 
fucked harder, trying to bring her along.
	His hands closed on her tits as he could hold back no longer.
She wasn't near ready, but Bob couldn't help that. It got warmer in her
cunt as the cum pumped out of his balls. His cock made plunger sounds
as he fucked her with shivers running down his back. He was pumping 
his cum out of her tight cunt as he fucked on through the thigh-trembling
over-stimulation of his hyper-sensitive post-orgasmic cock.
	He felt hyphenated by the sensations that washed over him.
	"Now suck it clean, bitch," he gasped as he stepped back and
collapsed into his chair.
	He had been just reading script from his fantasy, but Jessica 
stood up and stretched and then was on her knees between his legs.
He was going to explain as her mouth closed over his cock, but he took
the breath and let it out. He let her suck it for half a minute or so before
he explained it.
	Jessica thought the half day off was so they could further explore
each other. She was disappointed, but not crushed, when he told her
otherwise. He was going to do some busy work and think about how
he would reveal Lucy's new role to her.
	Lucy was pissed at him to be sure. She showed it in her usual 
calm before the storm manner. She said nothing to him, loudly. He let
her scowl build to almost bursting and then into invective. Then he 
played innocent.
	"What's the matter with you?" he asked.
	"Don't play innocent with me," she began her tirade. "Last night
was the most horrible night of my life. And it's your fault."
	She would expect a denial at this point and then some excuse.
I didn't know what was going to happen. I didn't see a thing. She wasn't
prepared for: shut the fuck up.
	"That's only because I haven't been handling you right," he told
her. "We're changing our ways. I am going to be much better for you 
now. We'll make sure you work with only the best talent."
	He was making things up off the top of his head. His tone was
carrying the real meassage. That and the idea of change. He wasn't 
going to give away shit about tonight.
	She was mostly pissed at him for not being more apologetic. The
night had been rough, but she had survived rough trade before. She
didn't like the feeling that he had abandoned her to their perversions.
	She didn't particularly care for being tied up either, and she
certainly didn't like Bob not being there to keep things from getting out
of hand. His concern about her desire in that area became apparent as
he jerked open her robe and ripped it down her arms. He spun his
naked wife around and pulled her wrists together with the sash.
	"What the fuck are you doing? I certainly don't want to play
after last night!" she sneered.
	She was in a silly position to be making demands, Bob thought.
She was also way too loud for his plans. He pulled a stubby penis-
shaped dildo out of his pocket. It was fixed into a broader leather base 
about four inches wide with straps to hold in on her face.
	"And you are too loud about it," he scolded as he forced the
three inch penis into her mouth and pulled the straps tight behind her 
head. "I don't want you bitching constantly to our guests."
	She tried to say: guests?, but it garbled out Gahhhaagg? The 
nasty rubber thing filled her mouth and made it impossible for her tongue
to move enough to form words. She could make good, loud sounds, but
she couldn't talk. That was important for tonight.
	His leather bitch hot slut whore wife was about to find the joys
of free-lancing after the contract job of last night. She was about to meet
her fate in a more intimate setting. She would begin to realize what was
ahead of her.
	Bob draped her robe over her shoulders. It gaped in the middle,showing the inside curve of her breasts and the inverted teardrop of her
pussy fur. He debated arranging her on the bed in the play room, but
decided she would want to greet their guests in person.
	Wanted to was strong. Had to was weak. Endured protesting is
probably the best way to describe her agitation when Ernie, her boss,
made his appearance. Sam and Joe came together not much later. She
tried to warn them with her eyes, but they weren't paying her face that
much attention.
	They were discussing dark desires she never had that Bob was
telling them she was dying to fufill. Hence meeting them bound and 
gagged. They were going to put her through her paces and then shave
her pussy bald. And she'd be thinking of the cock gag as their cocks all
night long. Sorry about not giving blow-jobs.
	She could see how they would be fooled by Bob's smooth
explanation and she had figured out why he had picked them. He must
have found our about her long fuck lunches at work.
	Dammit, it was only natural for her to give it up to every man she
saw. It wasn't like him to fuck that man-eating secretary or that sales
bitch with the legs up to her neck, that was why he was supposed to be
faithful. It was much more his nature than hers.
	When they took her in the guest bedroom and laid her over
the pillow-covered step from her step aerobics- wherever Bob found 
that- more of the equation was revealed. Bob was going to encourge
the guys to act out kinks that would make her blush every time she ran
into them at work. And they wouldn't be shy about bragging either.
	As far as the PR went, Bob really was making her into a new
woman. And she knew reputation couldn't be overturned by mere fact.
	It didn't help to understand. She had a grudging admiration for
Bob's inventiveness, but that didn't protect her from the calloused hand
that slapped down on her ass. She squealed around the gag about the
time another hand landed on her other cheek. They were trading off and
 hitting her hard. Her ass was getting hot.
	"Now be careful a minute," she heard Ernie say.
	She felt a cock slide up and down the lips of her pussy and then
find the way in. As soon as it was settled, the blows rained down again.
The cock poked her into motion and the spanking kept her jumping. 
She knew what it looked like to the men.
	They would think she was tossing her red-streaked butt around 
in the air because she craved the treament. She knew her pussy was 
reacting to the spanking and Ernie would be thinking how hot she was
this way. But she couldn't help it. The hands really stung now as the 
initial blows had deadened some of the surface twinges and left only 
the deeper, sharper pain to bedevil her tender ass.
	"Let me have her now," Ernie ordered Sam and Joe and 
jammed his cock deeper in her cunt.
	Her dancing butt and twitching cunt had been too much for 
Ernie. And for all she knew, a spanked ass was his ultimate turn-on. He
fucked her hard and fast without his normal build-up. He grabbed her 
hipbones to slam into her tender butt at the end and she was protesting
the pain and the penetration in garbled cries around the cock in her
mouth as he flooded her with cum.
	"Well, shit, a good spanking makes her cunt as tight as her ass,"
Ernie was crowing as he climbed off her.
	That was great. Now he'd want to spank her and fuck her pussy
every day. Bob was ruining her work days. She didn't think Sam and
Joe would be any easier to control after tonight. Now Bob had 
something else planned. It could only be worse still.
	"I don't see why we can't climb on her and do her and then play,"
Joe, she thought, was protesting.
	Reason, or the promise of more evil rewards must have won
out because Lucy felt herself being manhandled into a new position.
They were all grinning and naked as they lay her on her bound hands
and pulled her legs over her head. She thought for a moment they were
going to split her like a wishbone, but then her ankles were secured with
her legs so far apart and pulled back so far that her ass was lifted clear
of the bed and opened like the entrance to Disneyland.
	Oh good, Lucy resigned herself, here comes the butt rape. Bob
seemed ready for the honors as he knelt on the bed but it wasn't his dick
that was being pushed into her asshole. It felt like a candle until it was
switched on. Then it was diarrhea in a tube as it vibrated within her with
a wrongness that  made her think of bowel distress.
	It was almost merciful for Joe to loom over her and stick
his cock in her cunt. It gave her something else to center on and a 
distraction from the buzz in her butt. She could pretend it was normal
fun and games and almost convince herself.
	Her asshole had been afraid of the vibrator at first, but as Joe
fucked her, it went into normal mode and the buzzing cylinder was 
slowly pushed out of her ass. When it plopped to the bed, she heard a
chilling uhh-ohh from Bob.
 	"Not so much fun any more, is it Joe?" Bob asked.
	"I did like that buzzy thing hummin' away in there," Joe admitted.
	Lucy knew she was in for more humiliation and pain for her 
natural reaction.
	"Then let me in there and I'll fix it," Bob said. 
	Joe moved away and Bob pushed the dildo into her ass again.
Then he turned it on and pressed it the rest of the way into her ass. He
followed the buzzing tresspasser with a solid blob of something she later
found out was modeling clay. She felt like he'd let a snake loose in her
intestines.
	And now Joe was slapping that snake around with his cock. His
thrusting was most significant for the way it made the vibrator dance in
her ass. And Lucy could only squirm in her helpless position as they did
whatever they wanted.
	 Joe left her still uneasy and filled with cum and let Sam take his 
place. Sam played rough enough to let the vibrator sink into the 
background of the distresses coming from her crotch.
	Being overwhelmed by her helplessness made the bad dream of
the night before become an unseen player in her distress as Sam
 slammed into her hard and incessantly. Again her own kinky desires
were reduced to a lucky circumstance as she could handle the abuse
without enjoying it.
	When Sam had dumped another hello load in her cunt, Bob and
the boys released her ankles and got her up to squat on uncertain legs
on  top of the bed. Bob prospected her asshole with a finger and 
reminded her that the vibrator was still loose in her colon. He seemed to
be chipping at the plug that kept it from coming out.
	Bob had succeeded in pulling the middle out of the clay. The 
plug was now two smaller pieces up her ass still impeding the vibrator.
But  now Lucy could get them out.
	"Stop being so selfish," Bob scolded Lucy, "Let your buddies
have their choice of holes."
	Lucy had no idea what he was talking about. Her wild 
suppositions only made the truth worse when Bob explained it.
	""Come on," Bob shook her in her squat, "Shit it out. Open up
that ass. I think they want to fuck you in it."
	Lucy didn't think being naked in a roomful of guys was 
humiliating. She wasn't humiliated as they did all sorts of sexual things to
her. This was humiliating. She was a world-class fuck, not a world-class
shit taker and she had not only performance anxeity that her ass would
work at all, but also the anxeity that she would somehow do it wrong.
	"If you can't do it, I'll have to get my hand in there and pull it out
myself," Bob prodded her.
	Her getting fist-fucked in the ass was pretty much the last thing
Lucy wanted her fellow workers to watch. She had only endured it once
before in a gang-bang. She had managed, even made it look easy 
although it wasn't, but she had taken more than a dozen cocks in her ass
before the guy tried it. That had been a matter of pride. She had no 
pride to protect tonight.
	It was horrible to feel the chunks of clay drop out of her ass and
even more horrible to see the lusty fascination of the men as she shit on
command for them. The vibrator was a study in defeat.
	She felt the end stretch her anus and urged it out with 
contractions of her bowels, but it was too long to get out in one push. It
hung out of her asshole with the vibrating head sending unwelcome 
surges of sensation through her ass. Lucy tried to ignore the chills 
running up her ass and through her spine, but as she tried to push again,
her  asshole overrode her intentions and sucked the vibrator back in.
	"You see that?" Sam asked gleeful.
	"Can't get enough, can she?" Joe added.
	The buzzing was like torture now. It was still the seductive
stimulation it always had been, but it had taken on a new meaning as 
Lucy had to fight the squirming pleasure it gave her to squeeze the dildo
out of her ass.
	By the time it plopped out of her ass, Lucy no longer cared that
she had shit on the bed along with ridding herself of the vibrator. She
was sweating and cold at the same time.
	"Should I rub her nose in it?" Bob asked and Lucy wished she
was dead.
	The fear he invoked seemed to be the point of his question. 
There was no answer and she was quickly put over the pillow-covered
step again. It was obvious what was coming now. At least Lucy knew 
she could handle that and she would be left facing away to take it while
thinking her own thoughts.
	Of course it wasn't that simple. This was Bob's moment of 
direct revenge and nothing was going to be easy, nothing was going to
escape corruption.
	"Now wait a minute," Bob said as she felt the warmth of one of 
them kneeling behind her, "She learned a trick last night that I think 
she'd like to show you."
	There was nothing from the last night that Lucy wanted to show 
anyone. She didn't like the idea in any sense, but was wondering 
fearfully what Bob was going to do now.
	Of course he would want to re-create the worst moments she
had suffered. In actuality, the dildo he was twisting slowly into her cunt
was much smaller than the one the woman had shoved in her ass, but it
recalled the horrifying scene to Lucy's memory.
	Bob tied it around her thighs some way and Lucy found that
the dildo slid farther inside her when her legs were spread wider.
	It was no great surprise when she felt the cock push into her
asshole. She was almost sloppy loose from all her asshole had been
put through. It glided in, but it still stuffed her with fullness. She felt a
shiver as it slid to the hilt and then realized the vibrator in her cunt was
for their pleasure and not hers.
	"Yes sir, you guys will like this," he said and Lucy realized it
was Bob who had pushed his cock into her ass. "The living vibrator
with realistic gut-lined anal entrance for your enjoyment. Feels even
better than the real thing!"
	Bob jammed his cock into her hard a few times as if he was
testing her burst strength or something and then pulled out. 
	"Real rockin' rump ride!" Bob spieled like a carnival barker as 
he gave way to an eager Ernie.
	Experience worked against Lucy as Ernie pushed his cock into
her ass. There was too little distraction in the well-used hole opening to
let in his cock. She had way too much concentration left to worry about
job relations with her boss as he was reaming her asshole.
	Before, it was the good side of not being one of the boys that
let them all have a little fun. It was her female twist on grab-ass. The 
equality of her situation was going down the drain like Ernie's cock was 
going up her rectum. Now she would be "the whore", Bob's little gift to
the crew. They would feel the right to fuck her because her husband
said so rather then because she gave permission.
	It did seem the buzz on the other side of the thin membrane 
underneath his cock made Ernie cum quicker. But that only let Sam
ram his cock in her ass that much sooner.
	Even 'slam-bam' Sam let out a happy hum as he put his cock
in her ass. It might of tickled him, but it didn't change his driving attack
on her asshole. He buffeted her as she lay helpless with no way of 
steadying her bouncing body.
	Joe held her butt, but that was only to let him ram harder into
her. Maybe he liked the buzz too, but it seemed to Lucy that he was
more enamored with having her helpless and in his control. Fucking
her like he wanted to was rough, but it was also relatively brief.
	She waited for Bob to complete the group,  but instead she
felt them slap something creamy on her butt. She was confused as
they rubbed it all over. Then she felt the light, even pressure and she
knew what Bob was doing. He was shaving her butt.
	There wasn't really anything to shave, but he was leading up
to pulling open her cheeks and shaving her asshole. He wanted her 
to wait for it as he took him time with the unnecessary shaving of her
cheeks.
	She knew his real fun would come as he rolled her over and 
shaved her pubis bald. She had always resisted because she thought it
would make her look like a slut. An odd turn of mind given her taste
for pulling trains.
	But then she was buzzing inside and out as Bob used clippers
to trim her pubic hair close. He did remove the vibrator for the ticklish
job of shaving her. He again started high and wide at her pelvic bones
and shaved unecessary areas until he hit the light line that ran from her
navel to what had been her bush.
	They were gathered around like it was overtime in the Super
Bowl and she was the only t.v. in town. She had always assumed that
men's fascination with shaved pubes was rooted in pedophilia, but she
saw there was more to this ritual than making her resemble a child.
	It was like exploring for them. They were taming the wilderness
of her crotch amd clearing the land for farms. There was a defininte 
thrill of discovery in their eyes as they laid her bare inch at a time. Then
Bob crawled up the bed between her legs.
	"Excuse me, gentlemen, but I'd really like to be the first to try
this out," Bob said, "Besides, I don't know if any of you could do her
much good right now."
	He got over her and grinned down an evil grin. He just wanted
to re-inforce how much he was enjoying what was really going on. He
teased her with her inability to speak by putting words in her mouth.
	"Yeah, baby, I know how hot you are," he said to her
glowering face, "I'm gonna fuck you real good to break in your new
sexy look. You don't have to thank me- I'm going to enjoy this too."
	She guessed he had to do something more to piss her off
because there wasn't much pain or humiliation in the way he was
fucking her. It was the nicest thing he had done to her so far.
	Then she wasn't so much pissed as saddened by the look on
Bob's face as he fucked her. The only sparks of joy that crossed his
face came when he glanced down and saw his cock sliding between
the child-like smoothness of her shaved pussy lips. The rest of the time 
he was dead-pan, just jamming his cock in her like it was a job.
	Only it was a job he didn't finish. When she knew Bob should
be ramming hard into her, gathering speed to cum, he slowed down.
After a long series of these starts and no finishes, Bob pulled his cock
out of Lucy amd looked at the boys.
	"Anybody that still wants some can have it," Bob announced.
"You know how Lucy never gets enough. But right now I have something
else to do."
	What additional evil could he plot? Lucy was much more
disturbed by Bob's possible plans than Sam's energetic exercise driving
his cock into her furiously as he always did. Sam fucking her was almost
routine in the aftermath of what they had done to her.
	Lucy didn't know where he kept her. Bob came back after all
the boys had another round fucking her newly shaved cunt. They were
all fucked out then. Bob thanked them for her and they left.
	"I thought about a lot more fun you could have had, but it seemed
unnecessary," Bob told Lucy as she lay spread-legged on her bound and
numb arms. "I don't know whether the guys would have liked wearing a
strap-on anyway. And having them finger-fuck you- even all three at once
didn't seem up to your usual standard somehow."
	Bob dragged Lucy to a sitting position against the head of the bed
and she felt the first pin-prickles of blood returning to the lifeless limbs. She
had no idea what hr might do to her. He took the gag out of her aching
mouth. 
	Lucy had not realized how much effect the gag had had. She had
been distracted by her other end and the mistreatment Bob had directed
her co-workers to heap upon it. And even now the stiffness of her jaw
and cramp in her tongue was nothing compared to the fire of circulation
pouring back into her prickling arms.
	"I decided there was a better way for us to share this experience,"
Bob went on. "I wanted you to have all the feelings I had when I found
out you've been fucking Ernie and Sam and Joe every day."
	"No Bob!" Lucy said in little more than a cracked whisper, "You
don't understand."
	Really it was Lucy that didn't understand. She had no idea what
Bob was thinking. She didn't know what to respond to first. It seemed
obvious that everything, tonight, the night before, was some kind of 
revenge and she wanted to plead her excuse and ask clemancy.
	She wanted to beg for a second chance. She also wanted to
know what he was planning and beg him to abandon it. And she most
desperately wanted to explain everything so Bob would understand and
not hate her.
	"Of course I don't understand," Bob countered. "I never could.
I had to trust your explanation, but now I find out you're a liar and I 
don't know how I can understand unless I learn for myself."
	"I couldn't help myself," Lucy squeaked. "The guys were always
making cracks and teasing me. I just... I just couldn't help myself."
	Bob smiled. It was not a nice smile. Whatever she said was
going to be turned against her. Her excuse became his excuse.
	"I know, honey," he said with false tenderness, "And that's
exactly how it was for me. I couldn't help myself. Mystery guest,
could you come in and sign in, please?"
	Lucy didn't recognize Jessica when she walked in the room
naked. She had no reference for what Bob's secretary looked like in
the flesh. Or it might have been the mask that covered Jessica's eyes.
	Lucy did recognize Jessica's intent and realized why Bob had
not cum in her during the abuse she had suffered. Lucy wasn't so 
confused anymore. She knew she wanted to make Bob stop.
	"Please honey, don't do this," Lucy begged. "I won't ever say
a word about what you've done. I'll take it as my due, but please don't
do anything more. I won't be able to stand it."
	Bob felt a little twinge. Lucy sounded so sincere and pained.
Then he remembered Sam replacing Joe replacing Ernie as she shattered
his trust at her work. It hardened his heart.
	Besides, what had he done so far that she didn't like? Taken
control from her- maybe the whipping at the Hellfire charade- but it
wasn't like he had been extreme- at least not to Lucy's tastes. She had
a lesson to learn and she wouldn't learn it by doing what she liked.
	"Mystery guest, how would you like it?" Bob asked Jessica.
	"Hard and deep and with everything you've got," Jessica said.
	Lucy recoiled from Jessica's words like she was slapped. Bob
decided that women were better at this meanness than he was. And 
Jessica had not misunderstood his question. She crawled onto the bed
on all fours until her face was about a foot from Lucy's.
	That was the way she wanted it, but she hadn't wanted to waste
her words telling him. She wanted to twist the dagger in Lucy instead.
	Jessica tore the mask away as Bob pushed his cock into her.
She wanted Lucy to see her eyes narrow as Bob made her cunt open 
for his thrust. Jessica wanted Lucy to see how big his cock felt inside
her as he filled her up the first time.
	Lucy wasn't looking at Bob. He certainly was in the picture
fucking Jessica right in front of her, but her eyes were locked in a
horrified gaze at the expressions of pleasure on Jessica's face. He was
happy. Jessica was providing the knife-cut that he was not able to inflict
on Lucy.
	At last, he felt, Lucy was getting the message. She was getting
the message stabbed through her heart like his cock was stabbing
through the  lips of Jessica's cunt and deep into her heat.
	Bob let that message sink in as he fucked Jessica until she
moaned  and gasped each time he slapped hard on her ass and drove
his cock into her hot cunt. He fucked Jessica slow and hard until she
was begging for him to fuck her faster.
	Lucy was twisting in torment. She felt like a gang of demons
were torturing her in concert as the burn in her pussy and ass added to
the dagger-like ache in her arms and the despair of watching this
woman's lust as her husband fucked her in front of her. No torment
conquered the other. Lucy felt them all as synchronized parts of a
horrible whole.
	"Ohhhhhh! That's right! Right there!" Jessica was screaming as
Bob picked up the pace of his thrusts. "Fuck me! Fuck me now!"
	Jessica's superior stare finally left Lucy's face in her passion.
Jessica no longer cared if she was getting fucked in front of the wife.
Her orgasm was taking over and all she wanted was to cum.
	Lucy was freed of Jessica's gaze to further hurt herself by
looking at the surging breasts and shaking buttocks of this woman as
Bob pounded on her rear. He was really giving it to her and she liked it.
There was no acting in the way the woman was staring off into space
with a grimace as she hovered on the edge of a climax. Bob was
fucking her and he was fucking her good.
	Bob hadn't quite decided what to do, but his balls decided for
him. Bob had a notion of cumming in Lucy's face to prove how Jessica
excited him, but he waited too long. When Jessica trembled and her
cunt grabbed his cock, Bob's indecision was overridden by his cock. It
felt too good in the fluttering grip of Jessica's cunt to hold back. He
slammed hard into her and shot off inside her.
	It was a lucky accident. Lucy would have hated his contempt if
he had cum in her face, but it bothered her deeper to see his face as he
shot off into the other woman. That was the face only she should see. 
And even if Jessica didn't actually see it, it felt just as bad to Lucy.
	That was only the start. Bob knew what was coming next. He
knew what that would do to Lucy without much insight.
	"So, honey, you with your butt on my cock, you like it in the
ass?" Bob asked Jessica.
	There was a question. Bob hadn't discussed anything beyond 
his revenge with Jessica. In fact, Jessica was unaware of what had been
done to Lucy before she arrived. Bob had asked her to fuck him in
front of Lucy because she had been unfaithful. He hadn't mentioned anal.
	"Now don't say yes just because you're a great girl," Bob
warned her. "I mean do you like it?"
	His words had the opposite effect on Jessica. It was like Bob
had said: you have to be a great girl in front of my wife. She had to
agree. Her asshole puckered at the thought. She had tried it- almost
tried it, but it hurt so much she pulled away. But she had to now. She
just had to.
	"I think I'd like it," Jessica hedged, "But I've never done it.
Won't you show me how to do it? But be gentle?"
	Well, she had asked for it. It suited Bob to fuck her in the ass,
but he understood what she was really saying. She had asked for it. He
knew Lucy would be upset and it was part of his plan. She asked for it.
Bob  decided to take her words at face value- all of them.
	Anyway, it would be even better to prolong the procedure, Bob
reasoned. The longer it took to get his dick in Jessica's ass, the longer
Lucy would have to watch and be humiliated.
	That was for later. Now Bob had a part for Lucy to play. It was
the good part.
	"I'm going to fuck her in the ass," Bob told Lucy as he stood in
front of her. "But you see my dick isn't hard enough. You're going to
suck it until I'm hard enough to fuck her in the ass. So be quick and it
will be over sooner."
	Bob didn't let Jessica help. He gently pushed her hand away
when she tried to stroke his thigh or play with his balls. He didn't want to
get hard too soon. He pushed his cock against Lucy's face and made
her open her mouth. She was going to do it all herself. Bob was going to
try and make it take as long as he could.
	That was as big a success as Bob had all night. Lucy was trying
to suck his cock good. The problem was she was trying. Working hard
at it wasn't the same as wanting it. Bob's cock felt the lack of inspiration
and greeted it with a indifference of its own.
	Lucy herself was torn. She didn't really want Bob to get hard
and fuck this woman in front of her. She also felt embarrassed that he
wasn't responding to her mouth's efforts. No matter what happened,
Lucy knew she would look bad in front of this other woman.
	That was without realizing Jessica was the secretary she had 
noticed once at Bob's office. That would have made it much worse for
Lucy.
	It might not be getting his dick hard, but Bob was enjoying
Lucy's efforts. Her mouth felt great on his cock and her predicament
amused him. He had enjoyed being Mr. Gang-bang provocateur for
Lucy's benefit, but he found that being Mr. Boss-man was even better.
And that was for his benefit.
	"You keep sucking. I guess you'll have some effect sometime,"
Bob belittled Lucy's efforts and then beckoned Jessica. "You might as
well come over here so we can get started while she tries to excite me."
	Lucy leaned back against the headboard. Jessica knelt beside
her facing the other way with her ass stuck out. Bob ran  his finger up
and down the crack of Jessica's ass to tease her.
	Bob decided Jessica might be telling the truth about her lack
of experience. There was a certain dynamic tension to her asshole that
argued no foreign object had been welcomed there before.
	That gave him something to do while he was reviving in Lucy's
mouth. He was going to do his best to make Jessica look like she 
enjoyed getting fucked in the ass and he knew that was going to take
a lot of preparation with a virgin asshole.
	Of course the idea made his cock thicken in Lucy's mouth. It
was ironic to Bob that he would begin to respond just when he decided
he wasn't in a hurry. However, it achieved one of his aims without his
knowing. Lucy felt his growth and was forced to swallow- figuratively
and literally- Bob's excitement at the idea of fucking this other woman.
	Jessica wasn't quite sure which emotion made her jump each
time Bob's finger came in contact with her anus. She was resigned to
Bob using her asshole and pretending to like it for Lucy's benefit- or
was it detriment. Her doubt was whether it was fear of taking a cock
in her ass that made her jump or anticipation that it could be good.
	It was a stange, naughty feeling to have Bob touch her asshole.
There was always hope that it could be good done right.
	Bless him, Bob didn't care if it was good for Jessica. He was
certain there was something ulterior in her wish to fuck him. While that
served his purpose, he would fuck her, but he didn't feel much
 tenderness toward her- except perhaps in relation to his feelings for
Lucy.
	He did seem to be touching off a bunch of feelings in her when
he touched her anus, however. In a perfect world she would really drive
Lucy nuts by loving the hell out of getting fucked in the ass.
	Bob went for the perfect world scenario as he spread lube on
Jessica's anal bud. He smeared it around in little circles as Jessica 
wiggled at his touch.
	"I've heard that those muscles loosen up easier when you're
excited. Why don't you touch yourself while I get you ready," Bob
suggested.
	His cock got a notch harder as Jessica reached under to frig
herself. He began a gentle swaying to move his cock in Lucy's mouth.
Everybody should be involved. Then he pressed his finger against
Jessica's asshole to see how hard it was to enter her there.
	The initial fraction of an inch went well, but then Bob had to
push. The snake-like shiver Jessica made as his finger eased deeper into
her ass made him think even that was going well. As he reached the
second knuckle, all the sounds Jessica was making had a lot of M's in 
them.
	"That feels so good up my ass!" Jessica announced for Lucy's
benefit.
	That was true enough, but Jessica was grabbing her opportunity
while she still felt that way. There was a vaguely rude feeling that she was
sure fed the excitement of having a finger in her ass, but she was pretty
sure the rude could overpower the excitement if she had to handle much
more than a finger in that tight opening.
	Bob made sure the rude went away before he tried to get
another finger in Jessica's ass. He wanted to help relax her, but he didn't
mind a certain amount of protest from Jessica. He wanted Lucy to
realize how tight Jessica's ass was. He wanted her to see how bad
Jessica wanted him to fuck her and know how good it felt for Bob to
have his cock in such a tight little ass.
	There was a sufficient amount of grunting as Bob put the second
finger into her ass with the first. Lube, more lube, no fingers, one finger
and then two fingers again worked Jessica into a loosened state.
	To Jessica it felt like she was opened enough she could take a
fist up her ass. It felt like her asshole was open as big as a grapefruit.
She couldn't believe how big Bob's cock had grown when he put it to
her asshole and it was still too big.
	"Oh God! His cock is so huge!" Jessica hissed into Lucy's face 
to cover up her shocked reaction.
	Then she closed her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as she
could to stifle any more reactions to Bob's entry. It wasn't pain like the
other time. She still felt something dangerous was going to happen as 
Bob's cock pushed her asshole open wider and there were twinges- like
her asshole was being poked with a stick- as his cock slid into her.
	Then it was in and Jessica felt she could open her eyes and
smile at Lucy.
	"I've never done this, you know," she bragged, "I'm glad my 
first time is with your husband's big cock."
	"Well, enjoy it while you can, because he won't have a dick for
long after he unties my hands," Lucy snapped back.
	Bob eased a little deeper in Jessica's too tight asshole and
grinned.
	"You see, I'm expendable," Bob joked. "I guess I shouldn't
have arranged for a bunch of replacements to keep her well-fucked
earlier tonight. Now she's going to get it every day and doesn't need
me."
	Lucy's fierce stare snapped from Jessica to Bob. Her eyes met
a steely, even gaze. She dropped her eyes. She couldn't be fierce with
him. Bob was too much inside her, inside her desires and her secrets for
her to threaten. He had his cock up some chippie's ass. How many
cocks had he watched go in hers?
	And while he had set the table for her life to become a constant 
irritation with the guys at work, the very fact that he would was one of 
the things that bound them together. Second-best would be
unimaginably worse than Bob. Lucy knew she'd have to take it because
losing Bob would be worse than anything he'd done.
	"Oh my God! I can't take that much!" Jessica interrupted the
looks that passed from husband to wife. "There can't be any more 
room in there!"
	"Oh nonsense," Bob chuckled and eased another couple of
inches into Jessica's rear.
	He started to fuck her with the two-thirds he had managed to
cram past her tight sphincter. He rocked gently for the most part,
pulling out so only the head was in her ass and easing back in
occasionally to make her gasp.
	"Well, Gee!" Jessica gasped, "This feels so strange. It feels
like you're fucking me, but I can't feel you fucking me."
	"Don't worry," Bob told her, "I promise you'll feel me fucking
you before I'm done."
	It didn't sound like an empty promise, but it didn't sound like
a warning either. Jessica meant it didn't feel like a cock in her pussy and
she was sure he couldn't make it feel that way. She didn't know Bob 
hadn't put his whole cock in her yet or that he was waiting for her
sphincter to relax before he got to the real business.
	It felt less like Bob was fucking her pussy when her anus
adjusted, but more like he was fucking her. There were definite
sensations running through her like current and they weren't like the
sensations in her pussy when it was getting fucked.
	"Oh God! He's so deep in my ass now!" Jessica managed to get
out just before Bob was really deep in her ass. 
	"AwwWWWWPPPPP! Oh God! Oh yes! Do it!" she gurgled
as Bob pushed the rest of the way into her ass.
	It was like the ripples on the lake of her mind had gone flat. As
Jessica felt Bob press against her buttocks, she knew how much she
had been willfully misleading herself. She should have known he hadn't
gone as deep as he could, she told herself in hindsight. She should have
missed the feel of his balls slapping against her pussy.
	Bob only cared that the oven of her bowels was open for his 
thrusts. Jessica had opened up for him better than some women that
should know better. There weren't even any twinges spasming her
sphincter as he screwed his way all the way up her ass.
	It obviously wasn't bad for her. She was a natural. Bob fucked
her ass with long strokes and deep. He was going to give Jessica a 
work-out so Lucy could have a full dose of torment watching.
	Jessica was eager to add to that torment. Her head was rocking
up when he thrust into her and dropping down as he pulled back. As
her eyes came up to meet Lucy's each time she had a moan or a grunt
or something to say.
	"So good! I'm jealous! You're lucky! So deep! So good!
 Wonderful! So big!" scattered with pleasure moans as Jessica made
sure Lucy paid attention.
	Bob knew Jessica was only irritating Lucy with her white bread
assumptions  The key here was Lucy's powerlessness to act or react to
his choices. And he was getting bored taking it easy with Jessica.
	He gave Jessica the warning of pressing hard against her ass
and rotating. Lucy needed to see the new Bob game. Then he pulled
back a bit and fucked Jessica's ass.
	"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggggrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
	It started a scream and became a constant howl as Bob
slammed his cock up Jessica's ass. It wasn't no! or stop! and it was
obvious Jessica had enough breath to say either if she wanted. Bob
figured she was burning in a pleasant hell and did everything he 
could to turn up the flames by fucking her ass even harder.
	Lucy saw the omen before her. Bob had been sly and decisive,
but now he was all out brutal. More than her treatment, more than his
domineering retorts when she demanded an apology, the way he was
spearing his cock up this woman's ass told Lucy that Bob was changed.
	There was no shred of apology in the way he was slamming into
this woman's rear. His limit was her body physically stopping him from
driving his cock deeper into her ass. Lucy recognized the look of shock
on Jessica's face, but she knew Bob didn't care in the least.
	Bob came wonderfully. He was on top of it all. His cum felt 
like it was coating both Jessica and Lucy as he anointed his secretary's
bowels. Jessica knew what it meant to fuck him now. Lucy knew what
it meant to fuck with him.
	"Gee Bob, I think I better be getting home," Jessica said once
everything had quieted.
	Bob smiled. That was good. Jessica wasn't admitting defeat, 
in fact, she was approving their new roles. He knew she wanted to
soothe her tender asshole, but she wasn't letting on.
	When he came back from seeing her out, he looked at his
helpless wife. He thought she understood now. He was ready to
test his belief.
	"You have one chance when I untie your hands," he told Lucy.
"You can try and fight me. If you do, I'll beat you up and I'll throw
you out."
	He reached back to untie her hands.
	"If you're going to take what I give you and like it, then you can
suck my dick," he said. "But be warned. I might start my own Hellfire
club and offer you as entertainment nightly. Maybe even worse. You
accept it all or you accept nothing."
	"My hands don't work," Lucy whined, "I can't make any choice."
	"Then tell me want you want, slut toy," Bob smirked, "Are you 
going to agree to my rule, without arguing?"
	Lucy had long before realized the truth. She had taken control
because Bob hadn't. She had stepped forward to make her desires law
when Bob didn't know how to deal with her strange tastes. Now it 
seemed he had found an opinion of his own.
	 Her rules were only wishes. There was no way to enforce them
if it meant she would have to leave Bob. Even in the cruelty of the past
few days he had been far above second-best. It wasn't a decision, but
maybe it could be a deal.
	"You know I can't help arguing," Lucy set him up to deliver the
proposal, "Can't we agree that bad girls get punished for being bad?"
	Bob united her hands. Lucy looked up and he put his dick to
her lips. She sucked it in.
	"You're right," Bob said as she mouthed his limp cock, "It won't
be as much fun if I don't have some reason to drag you through hell.
We're going to need some new rules. My rules. I'll put Jessica on it in
the morning."
	She had no more reason to be upset another woman would help
set her punishments than she had to be ashamed hundreds of men had
fucked her pussy. It had been her turn since they had married. Now it
was going to be Bob's turn. Lucy sucked harder, hoping to urge one 
more erection from her new master's cock.
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