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                           TALE OF A BORED HOUSEWIFE
                                   CHAPTER II

      I had spent the rest of that weekend in a daze.  Saturday afternoon when
I got home, I immediately took off the clothes Gloria had sent me away in, and
threw them into the garbage in the garage.  I tried to sleep.  Although I had
not slept in a day and a half, I was still to upset.  I wandered around the
house, but couldn't seem to sit down. About 6:30 I ran some water for a bath.
As I lay there I began to relax.  When I moved I realized how sore I was.  I
think it was than that the shock wore off and the full import of what had
happened hit me.  I had been raped, not just raped but gang-raped.  Not by
strangers in some alley, but by friends, and neighbors, less than two blocks
from my home. Not knowing where to turn, or what to do I moved from the tub to
my bed and eventually drifted off to sleep.

      When I woke up Sunday I was still in kind of a funk.  It was a cold clear
day and I forced myself to clean up around the house, etc. in preparation for
my families return from Tom's parents.  I thought about friday night.  That was
the first time I had had sex with anyone other than my husband.  I was ashamed
to admit it but the worst part was the humiliation.  The sex with the men had
been degrading but .............. When Tom and the kids got there I tried to
act cheerful and welcome them back.  Karen immediately stated that she was
going to run over to see Pete.  I lost control.  I yelled at her, told her that
she was not going anywhere.  Everyone stared at me, Karen looked shocked but
said nothing. Tom took me aside and asked me if I was allright.  I said yes,
there was nothing wrong.  He went over to Karen and told her to wait until
after dinner to leave.  While she was gone I was scared silly.  What would she
find out over there? I did not know at the time if Pete or Chris knew what had
happened to me, it was so crazy I did not know what to think.

      The next few days went slowly.  Tom repeatedly asked me what was wrong
but I could not tell him.  He could never understand.  I know I was acting
strangely but could not help myself.  We tried to make love several times.
Each time Tom would try to approach me I kept thinking about that Friday night.
The one time we did make love I remember comparing his lovemaking to Craig's
brutal intercourse.  I didn't enjoy Tom that night at all.  It was so cold so
dispassionate, I think Tom finally got the message.  10 days later, about 7:00
one night I came down stairs and heard people talking in the living room.
"What happened last weekend, she hasn't been the same since?"  There was an
edge on Tom's voice when he spoke.  "She seemed all right Friday night when she
left". That was Dave speaking, Gloria spoke up.  "Steve and Marie Daniels left
with her, they were going to drop her off since it was pretty late.  I talked
to Marie last week and she didn't mention anything".  "Why don't we all get
together Saturday?  Maybe she's just depressed and a little get together will
cheer her up."  Tom agreed that that might be a good idea.  Gloria mentioned
that she would try and invite a few other people and would talk to Tom later in
the week to set it up.  I realized that if someone saw me standing here they
would notice that I had been eavesdropping.  I went on down into the living
room.  Gloria and Dave were there with Tom.  Gloria smiled warmly and mentioned
that since she hadn't heard from me in a while they thought they would stop by.
I mumbled hello, and sat next to Tom.  We sat and talked for about 45 minutes.
Everything seemed so, so...normal.  After they left I wondered if that night
had really happened.  I wanted to forget and they acted as if nothing had
changed.

      I tried to talk Tom out of going but he was adament.  Saturday morning
came and I saw that I had no choice.  I pretended to be sick, and that was not
far from the truth but the kids were eager to leave and Tom seemed intent on
dragging me there.  I put on some jeans and a blouse and we left to walk over
there.  As we walked down the street I took stock of my family.  Tom was 36, a
fairly successful attorney and his practice was just beginning to come into its
own.  After some hard years it looked like he was in the process of becoming
one of the most prominent local attorneys.  He was 5'10", 175 lbs and stayed in
great shape.  I was extremely proud of him.  When I married him I had
misgivings.  He was a wonderful person, extremely dependable and I knew he
could take care of me but he was a little to staid, to damn dependable.  I
realized as I looked at him that I had made the right choice.  I cared for him
deeply and he was a wonderful husband and father.  I looked at Karen my 14 year
old.  She was a sophmore in high school, well behaved and normally easy to
handle.  Many of my friends envied me because Karen and I seemed to have so few
problems.  Her figure had been developing faster than I wanted to see though, I
worried about her.  She went out with Pete, Gloria's 16 year old and I felt
that he was to wild for he.  Scott my 12 year old was skinny as a beanpole, a
little awkward but he was moving out of the awkward stage and I was quite proud
of him.  Linda our youngest was 11, she was a little monster, I loved her
dearly though, she was my favorite.  Tom accused me of spoiling her.  All in
all I was extremely proud of my family.

      I looked up and saw that we had almost reached Gloria's house.  I was a
little nervous but Tom had told me that we could leave after a little if I
still didn't feel better.  If he only knew!!!  Dave met us at the door. Behind
him stood Mona who had been Karen and Scott's 5th grade teacher.  I heard
voices in the living room and I saw Phil, Gloria's brother and a young women I
didn't know.  While Dave introduced me to Phil and his date (Denise) Mona took
Tom off to the side and they appeared to be engaged in an earnest discussion.
The kids disappeared upstairs.  I realized that I was the only woman not
wearing a skirt or a dress.  Gloria came out of the kitchen, welcomed us and
asked if Mona or I could give her a hand in the kitchen for a moment.  Mona
grabbed my hand and almost dragged me into the kitchen.  Once there she placed
her hand over my mouth while Gloria picked up a cup of some bright red sauce
and splashed it on my white blouse.  Gloria spoke loudly, "I'm terribly sorry".
She went on for a moment while Mona relaxed her grip but kept a hand on my arm
and quietly said.  "Cooperate with me Joan and today will be fairly easy for
you."  Before I could answer Mona pulled me out of the kitchen, I tried to look
embarrassed, not scared.  I knew somehow that that was how they wanted me to
act while Gloria announced how clumsy she was.  Mona offered to take me home to
change clothes, while Gloria continued to act sympathetic and apologize.  The
show was clearly for Tom's benefit.  I understood from the pressure of Mona's
fingers that I was to accept her offer.  I did.

    She drove me the 2 blocks to my home silently.  I asked her what was
going on, for a moment I was outraged but when she offered to take me
back and allow Gloria to tell Tom what I had really done 2 weeks earlier
I became a little scared (terrified) and went along with her.  She pulled
up into my driveway, I got out and begain walking towards the back door.
She stopped me.  "When you enter a home alone you will use the back door,
when you are with someone else, you will ensure that they at least use
the front".

      I looked at her as if to ask what in the world but thought better of it.
She went up the stairs and straight into my bedroom.  I watched her as she went
through my closet.  She was tall about 5'8", blonde hair, blue eyes, single and
about 31 or 32 years old.  She had a good body and as I remembered she had
always liked to flaunt it.  She was wearing a long black skirt, but it was slit
to mid thigh.  I had seen when we had walked into Gloria's home that Tom had
noticed her.  I had felt a tinge of jealousy.

      After going through my closet for a moment she turned to me and told me
to get out all my skirts, pumps or heels, tan or flesh covered panty hose, and
sweaters.  She would choose what I was to wear.  I complied with her demand.
As I bent down to get out my shoes I bumped into her.  She grabbed my hair and
slapped my twice across the face.  She didn't hit me hard but I was shocked.
Tears rolled down my face.  "Hurry up, if we don't get back in a few minutes
Gloria will be getting out the picture album she created for you last week and
showing Tom and your kids what a good show you put on." After I had lain
everything out she picked out 2 pair of shoes, plain black pumps and plain
white ones, several pair of panty hose and a sweater.  She made me try on
several skirts.  Finally she made me put on the black pumps, panty hose, a knee
length black skirt and a red turtle neck.  She put several skirts, the white
pumps and some panty hose into a shopping bag.  As she turned to go almost as
an afterthought she told me to show her what kind of sweaters Karen had.  She
picked out a sweater that I had given Karen for her birthday, a beautiful white
angora sweater.  She placed that in her shopping bag and we left.

      When we got back they were all sitting down to dinner.  Gloria sat Tom
down at one table and Mona quickly grabbed the empty seat to his right.  I felt
Phil's hand guide me to a seat at the other table.  I looked over at Tom, he
smiled at me and started to say something.  Right about then Mona placed her
hand on his arm and he turned to talk to her.  I sat down between Phil and
Denise.  I wasn't very hungry.  I picked at my food.  Phil tried to make small
talk and so did Denise.  About halfway through the dinner I felt Phil's hand on
my leg.  He started at the knee and slid his hand between my skirt and leg.
While smiling at my daughter and asking her about a party she had gone to with
Pete he fondled my thigh up to my panties.  We both acted as if nothing was
happening.  Denise looked at him and in a very sotto voice, told him to "leave
her alone,......for now" they both laughed at that and after that they pretty
much ignored me.

      After dinner Gloria grabbed me and guided me into the kitchen.  I could
hear Tom talking to Phil and Mona just outside the door.  She told me that Dave
had something to show me.  He came up from the basement and motioned for me to
follow him down.  I went down behind him, upstairs I could hear the voices of
the others.  He took me to the corner where I had spent the night 2 weeks
earlier.  There was a blanket covering one wall.  He removed it, underneath
there were dozens of pictures.  They were all of me, in the various stages of
undress that I had been forced to parade around in that night.  In the center
there was a large color photo of me, topless, on my knees, with my left hand
around an erect penis, no more than 3 inches from my face.  Cum was dripping
off my face and hand.  My wedding ring could be clearly seen underneath.  It
looked as if I was smiling.  Next to that one there was a shot of me wearing
panties, pantyhose, black heels, and nothing else.  I was kneeling in the
living room while 6 or 7 people sat on the couches ignoring me.  "Joan if you
will cooperate today we won't show these pictures to Tom.  If at any time you
cause any trouble though, he will get the same tour that you received."  Numbly
I turned away.  I started to cry. "If he sees something is wrong, we will have
to assume you are not d cooperating.  I will leave you alone here for a few
moments but we will be expecting you upstairs."  He smiled at me, and reached
down and raised my skirt.  He looked at my legs for a moment, as if to show me
that he had that power.  He dropped my skirt and left the basement without
speaking again. After several minutes I turned and walked up the stairs.

      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.