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Subject: Story : Author Unknown - Tale of a Bored Housewife (2 Parts, maybe more - TXT) - joan2.doc [01/01]
Date: Fri, 04 Apr 97 00:39:44 GMT
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                         TALE OF A BORED HOUSEWIFE
                             CHAPTER II (PT 2)

     I numbly reached for the door handle, I was going to just leave, 
 nothing could be worse than staying.  Gloria was standing right outside 
 the door.  She smiled and told me that she thought I might try and leave, 
 but it would be easier if I stayed.  If I left she and Mona would have to 
 show Tom what a "slut he had married."  After she and Mona finished 
 talking to Tom I could never go home again.  If I continued to cooperate I 
 would only suffer momentary embarrassment.  I was repulsed at what she 
 considered "momentary embarrassment" but knew that I had no choice.  We 
 went inside.  Most everyone was in the living room.  Tom was there with 
 Mona.  He looked up at me.  "How are you feeling?"  "Better I lied".  
 Gloria told Tom that she wanted to show me her new crafts room.  He 
 laughed and told me to have fun.  Gloria guided me up the stairs.  We went 
 up into what had been the attic.  It had been remodeled for her to use for 
 her hobbies.  (I was soon to learn that I was a hobby).  Once there Denise 
 soon joined us.  Phil was right behind her.  "Shall we get started?" 
 Gloria asked sarcastically.  Phil grabbed my arms while Gloria and Denise 
 pulled my sweater off.  As soon as my arms slipped through the sleeves 
 Phil grabbed them again.  They removed my skirt and slip and then, 
 strangely, Gloria asked Phil and Denise to leave the room."  

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

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

     Dave came in the room.  Gloria commanded that I kneel on the floor.  I 
 did.  Phil and Denise came back in.  Denise picked up a tape measure and 
 proceeded to take my measurements.  After she measured my bust I was 
 allowed to replace my bra.  She recorded the measurements on a bulletin 
 board.  I 

 noticed that there were blanks there so the succeeding measurements could be 
 compared to the previous ones.  Dave looked down the stairs and into the 
 hallway.  He reported that the coast was clear Gloria led me down stairs to 
 the bathroom.  I was directed to step on the scale.  We started back into the 
 attic but Gloria guided me to her bedroom.  She pushed my head down into what 
 had been an old heating grate, but was now slightly open into her living 
 room.  I saw Tom and Mona on the couch, Mona had her hand on his arm and it 
 was obvious they were engrossed in conversation.  Her skirt had slipped 
 partially off her thigh.  He was enjoying her company.  It was also obvious 
 that she was offering him more than a platonic relationship.  Before I could 
 react Gloria guided me back upstairs.  I was directed to kneel on the floor 
 again while the others discussed my body.  I learned that they thought it was 
 good, but that I would be sent to the "Workout World" to improve it.  During 
 the afternoon, I stayed there, not ignored but not harrassed either.  Phil 
 wrote out an exercise schedule and told me that I would be using it soon.  
 Dave and Phil spent most of the time downstairs.  

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

     Late in the afternoon Denise told me to dress and come on downstairs.  
 She took me into the bathroom and helped rearrange my make-up.  When I came 
 downstairs Tom had the kids in the living room and they were preparing to 
 leave.  Gloria asked me to stay.  "Tom you don't mind if Joan stays awhile do 
 you?"  He said it was up to me.  They both looked at me, but before I could 
 speak Gloria spoke up, "great, it's settled, Joan promised me she would help 
 me bake tonight".  With that Tom told me not to stay too late, kissed me, and 
 left with the kids.  

     Gloria brought me into the living room.  Mona brought out the bag of 
 clothing she had taken from my home earlier.  Dave and Phil seemed to be 
 arranging some photographic lights and shades around the Christmas tree.  
 Dave had several cameras two on tripods, and one with a strange looking lens 
 that he was holding in his hand.  As soon as they finished arranging things 
 they looked at me, expectantly, "Well come on, step up here."  I came forward 
 and Dave "posed me" in front of the tree.  "Turn slightly sideways, bend 
 forward slightly, now with your right hand, grab a handful of skirt and raise 
 it a little."  "Damn it smile!"  I was sobbing by now, Dave roughly wiped my 
 face, and pushed me into the position he wanted.  For several minutes we went 
 on like this.  Finally, Gloria who had been watching silently suggested theat 
 we were going about this all wrong.  "Strip her!!" she commanded, Denise and 
 Mona proceeded to undress me.  They weren't rough, they weren't gentle, they 
 were just cold and efficient.  After I was undressed Dave lay me down on the 
 floor, on my side and photographed me in front of the tree.  Then he moved me 
 so that I was on my back, feet towards the camera, legs spread, and my left 
 hand (wedding ring) covering my vagina.  I was made to pose this way for a 
 while.  

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

 another had been hemmed up during the afternoon so that it was much too 
 short.  They tried every combination of clothing and pose imaginable.  No 
 blouse, then no skirt, change shoes, bra on, bra off, panty hose on, panty 
 hose off, change skirts, remove skirt etc.  I wasn't enjoying this at all but 
 I wasn't as scared as I had been originally.  I was still scared and maybe a 
 little angry (although my fear overruled my anger) but it wasn't as hard to 
 go along with them as it had been in the beginning.  I realized what Gloria 
 had done.  By making me pose nude at first, I knew the worst was over and 
 that things had to get better.  It worked.  Both Dave and Phil became quite 
 solicitous, as long as I cooperated they were gentle. 

     About 9:30 Dave told Gloria he was done.  Mona piped up, "I have one more 
 idea."  I was directed to put on some suntan panty hose, my black heels, and 
 my daughters White sweater, but no skirt.    The sweater was quite long and 
 actually partially covered my thighs.  Gloria brought me to the kitchen, bent 
 me over the sink and soaked the sweater with water.  She brought me dripping 
 into the living room.  Mona had collected 3 hair dryers and they began 
 heating the sweater to dry it, while I was still in it.  It took about an 
 hour.  When they finished they repeated the process.  Finally they did it 
 again.  This time before it was totally dry Mona suggested they try some 
 shots.  By now the sweater had shrunk.  It was from fitting.  It had 
 stretched around my breasts and was tight on my stomach.  It still covered a 
 little thigh.  

     Dave posed me in front of the tree again.  This time he took several 
 rolls of film of just this outfit.  I knelt, I bent over, I was twisted, and 
 even took one shot looking straight at the camera, hands underneath my chest 
 as if I was offering my breasts.  This shot took awhile to get right because 
 they insisted I smile.  It wasn't easy but Gloria's threats and the promise 
 that they would keep it up until I got it right scared me into trying.  The 
 resultant grimace wasn't great but Dave said it would do.  Finally Gloria 
 suggested the men pose with me.  I knelt in front of them, Dave unzipped his 
 fly and placed my hand around his penis.  I began to perform as he wished.  
 When he was done he did not put his penis back into his pants, he stood next 
 to we while I was forced to suck Phil.  During this time Gloria took numerous 
 shots.  Finally they were done.  

     I was told to kneel in the corner for a while.  Mona asked me about the 
 family photo that we had taken several weeks earlier.  "Tom told me that you 
 are going to send cards this year with that photo on them".  I nodded 
 agreement.  Dave looked at Gloria and they both smiled.  "Bring us some of 
 them!"  "When will you pick them up?"  I replied that they should be ready on 
 Monday.  Gloria ordered me to bring them to her immediately after I got 
 them.  The phone rang, Dave answered it.  "Everythings fine, she should be 
 finished in a little.  Joan, it's Tom."  He handed me the phone and I took 
 it.  "He sounded a little irritated.  It's well passed midnight hon, when 
 will you be home?  I didn't think you would stay this long, I wish you would 
 have called, is everything all right?"  As he was speaking Phil had reached 
 over and was absentmindedly fondling my thigh.  Denise tried to smother a 
 giggle but failed.  I told Tom I was all right and would be home soon.  He 
 sounded a little relieved, I told him not to wait up, He said he would try 
 but in any case to wake him when I got in.  I promised and we hung up.  I 
 asked Gloria if I could leave.  

     She told me that they weren't done with me yet.  She wanted to get a few 

 more shots of me with my ring finger wrapped around Dave's penis.  I was 
 posed again, and again.  Finally they were through.  Gloria told me to dress, 
 as I had been dressed when I arrived.  I did but Mona stopped me when I 
 started to put the skirt on.  Gloria told me that I was through for the 
 weekend but that I had better be back Monday at 1:30 with the family 
 Christmas cards.  

     "Do you hear me?"  "Yes, I heard."  "Than you better be here."  Gloria 
 took me into the kitchen where we were joined by Mona.  "Joan, I have a few 
 instructions for you; first you will no longer wear pantsuits or jeans, you 
 will wear skirts and dresses ALWAYS, second you will no longer say no to a 
 man, and third you will use the back door when you are at my home."  Do you 
 understand?  I nodded.  She sounded gentle so I asked her why.....Before The 
 words were out of my mouth I was told to "Shut UP!!!  In due time you will 
 learn, for now, just cooperate and you will be allowed to continue your way 
 of life.  Mona got up to leave.  I gathered my skirt in my hand, looked for 
 my slip with no success, found my purse and headed for the door.  "Wrong door 
 bitch" with that Gloria pointed at the back door.  I walked out and found 
 Mona waiting out front.  She motioned for me to get into her car.  I did.  
 She drove to my house, once in front I started to put my skirt on.  She 
 stopped me.  "Get out of the car."  "I'm not dressed."  She reached over and 
 pushed me out, I was to scared to fight.  Once out of her car I stood there, 
 she had stopped under a street light, and put my skirt on.  I walked into the 
 house.  

     On the kitchen counter was a yellow manila envelope.  Joan, read me, it 
 said in large red letters.  I opened it and gasped.  It contained a blank 
 diary, but also about twenty pictures taken two weeks earlier.  The 
 photographs formed a chronological record of my gang-rape.  There was a 
 note.  "Joan use this diary to record what happened to you during the last 
 two weeks.  Be detailed, be specific, record your thoughts and your 
 feelings.  Bring this with you when you come over Monday.  You may keep the 
 snapshots.  So far you are the only one in your family who has seen them.  If 
 you continue to cooperate, we may be able to keep it this way.  Sweet 
 Dreams............. Gloria, Mona, and Denise."  

     I stuffed the photo's back into the manilla envelope and shoved it into a 
 cabinet full of junk that no one ever looked into, and stumbled upstairs 
 sobbing quietly.  Tom was sound asleep when I got there.  For some reason I 
 looked on his dresser.  There was one of his business cards with some writing 
 on it, I took it into the bathroom to read.  It was a women's handwriting, it 
 had a phone number, and address, and it was signed Mona...........Not knowing 
 what could come next, I crawled off to bed.  I thought about the day, Tom's 
 possible relationship with Mona, and Gloria's final orders.  I drifted off to 
 sleep.

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