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Sinful Wife
by Lord John Thomas (lord_john_thomas@hotmail.com)

***

This is the story of a normal housewife, who reads sex 
stories posted on the internet. This simple sin leaves 
her open to manipulation by evil men. This manipulation 
sees her sold into the sex slave trade, where her very 
life is in jeopardy. (MMF, reluc)

***

All of my stories include descriptions of sex scenes 
that could cause offence to some people. Please do not 
read this story if you are offended by perverse sexual 
material, or if you are under the legal age of consent 
for your own country. These stories are pure fiction 
and are not based on anyone living or deceased.

This was Thursday morning, the fourth day of my week's 
holiday, but as we had workmen building a garage for 
us, I was making myself busy around the house. So here 
I was in the bed room, picking up the children's 
clothes ready to put into the washing basket, when I 
heard the boss of the workmen calling me from down 
stairs.

"Mrs. Holmlund. Can you spare me a moment?"

"Be right with you."

I made my way back downstairs to the little study where 
my computer is kept. The boss of the workmen had come 
in a few minutes earlier, asking to use my PC to find a 
local stockist of some parts he needed for the garage 
door. So naturally, I'd just logged on, and brought up 
my internet browser for him, and then I'd left him to 
find what he wanted. As I was coming down the stairs, I 
assumed, like most men who are good with their hands, 
he was like a fish out of water on the PC, and needed 
my help. 

So full of confidence, and ready to show-off my talents 
on the keyboard, I breezed into the study. My 
confidence and literally all my breath was taken from 
me as I looked at the screen to see what he had 
displayed.

"What do you make of this?"

I stood there, not blushing, but ashen white, the blood 
had drained from my face.

"Well? Nothing to say for yourself? Well what about 
these emails, I bet Mr. Holmlund doesn't know about 
these?"

I tried my best to sound in control.

"You shouldn't be looking in my private mail account."

"Ok then. If you want to get silly about this. I've 
printed a few of these emails out on paper, and I'll 
make sure your husband gets to know what his slut of a 
wife has been up to."

"No you can't."

"Can't! Who says I can't?"

"But please. I haven't been unfaithful to him. It's 
just words on the internet."

"So he won't mind then. Will he?"

"Please I beg you, please don't tell him."

"If I keep quiet, what will you do for me?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. Will you fuck?"

"No. You can't ask that of me. Please. I've never so 
much as kissed another man since I got married."

"My, aren't we the little angel. So what about these 
stories you've been reading?"

Well I guess at this stage, I'd better explain exactly 
what this man had found, and what my situation was. My 
Name is Camilla Erricson, I'm married to Göran, and we 
have two beautiful children Helle aged 3 and Björn 6. I 
am 32, and I've been so very wicked. My Göran is so 
sweet and he cares for me and the children so lovingly. 
I really do love him with all my heart, but! I know 
you're thinking, 'with true love there can be no buts'. 
In truth, I would never cheat on Göran, even if the 
most handsome man in the world wanted to date me. But I 
have a dark side, and like Lady Chatterley, I don't 
think we are given these dark thoughts for no reason.

So one day whilst idling some time away on the net, I 
made a search for 'sex'. As you can imagine I was 
swamped with sites to visit. After I'd browsed around 
about ten or so sites, finding only pictures and videos 
that I found crude. I began to think that maybe the 
dirty side of sex wasn't what I was looking for. In 
truth I had no idea what it was, this indefinable thing 
I needed. It was just my sex life with Göran was so 
safe and predictable, I thought there had to be 
something more. Then, reading through the search 
results, I saw a site that was free, didn't need you to 
register, and contained adult stories. I had no idea 
what to expect, but when I logged in, the range of 
material available was mind blowing.

Over the next few weeks I read various stories, some 
very wicked, involving rape, bondage, and incest. There 
were even stories of women having sex with animals! But 
the idea of this turned my stomach, so I avoided them. 
Reading these other stories got me very excited, 
sexually I mean, you know, wet. But even though I was 
now hooked on reading these stories, they were in the 
majority, pretty shallow, with little or no real story, 
just an excuse for describing sexual activity. Then one 
day I read a story, and it all seemed so innocent, it 
was only the fact of where the story was posted, that 
let me know something was eventually going to happen to 
the woman who was the main character in the story. I 
won't go into detail, but this poor innocent; and 
normal housewife was tricked into various situations, 
ending up with her starring in a porn video, and being 
gang raped. 

Well if the other stories had got me wet, this one had 
me in a trance. I'd been fingering myself all the time 
I'd been reading, and it was a long story. How many 
times I'd come I can't remember. Well I read this same 
story over and over again for three days running, each 
time getting the same thrill, imagining myself to be 
the central character. This one day I plucked up 
courage, and emailed the author, he'd left some silly 
little statement at the end of his story, asking for 
girls from England to email him. Well I hadn't 
mentioned it, but I'm from Sweden, and proud of it, but 
I emailed him anyway. 

Then I waited and waited. Day after day I'd dash to the 
PC after work to see if he'd replied. Three days, no 
reply. On the fourth day, I'd had to do some shopping 
on the way home, and by the time I got home my Göran 
was already there. So I just thought, it's not worth 
risking looking now, he won't have replied anyway. And 
even if he does, what will he want to say to me? So it 
wasn't until the next morning, Göran had just left for 
work; the children were having breakfast, so I opened 
my mail. There it was; he'd replied to me. 

It was a simple courteous reply, not very personal, but 
he'd supplied me with a list of the stories he'd 
written, and told me which site they were available on. 
I once again won't go into detail, but when I couldn't 
actually find these stories, I emailed him back, and he 
kindly pasted the whole text of a story into an email 
for me. In fact it was three emails, containing Parts 
one, two, and three of a series he'd written. 

I started reading the story, and was once again, 
immediately the central character. This girl was I 
guess raped, but not with violence, more persuasion, 
and circumstance. Then as the story progressed, it 
moved to a new dimension. I said before the thought of 
animal sex turned my stomach. Well now reading this, in 
my mind, I was this girl, and after being gang raped, 
they were making me have sex with a dog. But amazingly, 
this got me hotter than I like to admit. So I read on, 
this was real hard-core animal sex, not just dogs, but 
then horses as well. And to my shame, I loved every 
word of it, and I couldn't stop reading. 

So that is where we are now! The builder had somehow 
found this story on my PC, and then read my emails to 
and from the author. Well I'd been ashamed of myself 
before, when only I knew what I'd been doing. But now 
this horrible builder man knew, I felt really 
humiliated. But if my Göran ever found out, I'd kill 
myself! I could never look him in the eye again.

So back to my predicament.

"My, aren't we the little angel. So what about these 
stories you've been reading?"

"They're nothing. I read them with my husband."

"You bloody liar! You say in your emails, your husband 
has no idea you read this shit!"

"But they're just stories."

"Ok then. Let's see shall we? I'll print one out, and 
you can read it to me."

"If I read one, will you promise not to tell Göran?"

"Well maybe. Let's see if it gets me turned on first."

He'd soon got the printer churning out page after page, 
and before it had finished, he'd picked up the first 
few sheets, and handed them to me.

"Come-on then, you sit here and I'll stand behind you."

He got up from my revolving computer chair, and sat me 
down. I didn't know if I would be able to read the 
dirty words this story contained out aloud. But I knew 
that I had to do something to avoid my beloved Göran 
finding out what a wicked woman I'd been.

As I started reading, his arms reached around from 
behind me, and his hands cupped my breasts. This sent 
such a violent shiver down into my lower tummy, and my 
nipples instantly became hard. I stopped reading.

"Please no. I don't like you touching me."

"I don't care what you like. You know the alternative. 
Now get reading, and think yourself lucky I haven't got 
your knickers off."

I resumed my reading, as his fingers were manipulating 
my nipples through the thin material of my blouse and 
bra. The story was now getting to the build-up of the 
first sexual action, and this by itself would have me 
getting wet. But with his manipulation of my breasts, I 
could feel a throbbing like I'd never felt before. It 
was like a really bad case of butterflies in the tummy, 
but not actually my tummy. It was deep in my .. You 
know where I mean, my private part.

Then he unbuttoned my blouse, and slipped his hands 
back inside my bra. There was an overwhelming rush of 
passion as our flesh met, his bare fingers, and my 
naked nipples.

"P-please d-don't."

"Just keep reading."

I carried on, but I was near to orgasm, and I could do 
nothing to control my body. Then as I read the part of 
the story where the woman took her first penetration, 
it happened. I had to stop reading, and I couldn't stop 
myself arching my hips forwards lifting my bottom from 
the seat.

"My! That does do it for you." Said Johan (the builder) 
as I calmed back down and regained my seated position. 
I didn't reply, but just blushed a bright red. He was 
now stood in front of me, his big hard dick in his 
hands pointing directly at my face.

"Ok my little beauty, are you going to suck me off 
now?"

I was so humiliated by my own lack of control, but I 
knew that he wouldn't be satisfied until his dick had 
shot its load of spunk. So I made not the slightest 
protest, I just resigned myself to getting it over 
with.

Now even this I would have thought would not be worth 
describing from my point of view, as all I thought I 
was doing was to get his juices rising. But I am so 
wicked and my body is not under my control during sex. 
As my mouth opened and my lips encircled the end of his 
dick, my tummy started pulsing wildly. He wasn't making 
my control any easier; he'd now cupped both my breasts, 
and was busy working my senses to a crescendo. This is 
not something that I have done very often, as my Göran 
thinks it is demeaning for me. But as this big dick 
hardened in my mouth, I pushed hard down onto it, 
forcing him into my throat. I took his dick as he 
roughly worked my breasts and all the while my orgasm 
was building. As he shot his salty spunk into my 
throat, I gyrated my hips from side to side and moaning 
wildly I slid from the seat onto the floor. Johan just 
stood there watching me with his dripping limp dick in 
his hand.

When I regained my composure, I picked myself up from 
the floor, and sat back onto the chair. Johan was 
standing in the doorway, smoking a cigarette.

"Please. My Göran doesn't like anyone smoking in the 
house."

"But he'd be ok with you giving me a blow job?"

"Please. He will smell the smoke the second he walks 
in."

"Well at least then he won't smell your cum stain on 
the carpet then."

And with that he'd looked down and nodded towards where 
I'd been writhing about. And yes I'm ashamed to say, 
there was a wet sticky patch on the floor, which had 
leaked out from my orgasm. I coloured up bright red, 
feeling so ashamed again.

"Will you promise not to tell Göran now?"

He put his hand into his inside pocket, and pulled out 
a roll of printed sheets of paper.

"Well you were pretty good, so I guess you'll be safe 
for now. But I'll keep this lot, it'll take us all 
tomorrow to finish the work on your garage, and I guess 
the old feller will want some more attention again 
before we're done here."

"Please I've done what you asked me to."

"I know you have my dear, and very good you were. But 
like I say, we're here until tomorrow evening, and 
every time I look at you, I'll just be getting more 
excited. So I guess we might need a repeat performance. 
It wasn't that bad was it?"

I dropped my head into my hands, and never answered 
him. He turned and left, going out to join his workers. 
I went to the kitchen, collected my cleaning pack, 
returned to the study, and cleaned up the mess that 
both Johan's dripping dick and my orgasm had left on 
the floor. Then I noticed the computer chair also had 
telltale marks. Once I'd finished cleaning up, I 
returned my cleaning kit back to the kitchen. From the 
kitchen window I could see the garage, and the three 
workers. That is Johan the boss, and his two men. Johan 
was about forty-five. The eldest of his men was about 
the same age, his name was Stenn. The other man, was 
only about twenty-five, this was Loather. He was always 
stripped to the waist, displaying his muscle bound 
chest. He was built like a body builder, not one ounce 
of excess fat, and muscles where I didn't know muscles 
existed.

So as I watched these men, they had all stopped for a 
cigarette break, Loather, just taking the break, but 
not smoking. Then to my horror, I began to think that 
it looked like Johan was telling them about what I'd 
just done for him. I know I couldn't hear what he was 
saying, but some of the actions, and the looks on the 
faces of the two men listening, didn't leave me in much 
doubt. Now the thought that both these men might know 
what I'd just done was bad enough, but the reaction 
that this tale received from Stenn terrified me. 

He was coming towards the house, and encouraging 
Loather to join him. They could only want one thing! I 
turned and ran towards the stairs, and as I started to 
make my ascent, I heard them coming in the door.

"MRS. ERRICSON. MRS. ERRICSON, WHERE ARE YOU?"

It was Stenn's voice booming through the house. I was 
only half way up the stairs, but even if I'd reached my 
bedroom, what could I do? They would only threaten to 
tell my husband, so I'd have no option but to satisfy 
them both to keep them quiet. I stood still on the 
stairs, just half way up, and I turned to face them as 
they appeared at the bottom.

"Are, there you are. I was calling but you never 
answered."

I tried to sound as unconcerned as possible.

"Yes. Is there a problem?"

They both started climbing the stairs to meet me.

"Not if you look after us like you just did for Johan."

By now we were standing face to face, two steps apart, 
but them being taller, our faces were almost level with 
each other.

"Ok. If I do the same for both of you, you promise that 
no one will say a word to Göran?"

"We have nothing to tell him. Do we Loather?"

"Not if I get my ball sack emptied, I don't."

"Well turn around then; we'll do it down stairs."

"No my dear. We are the ones who are giving the orders. 
And I say you turn around, I want you in your bedroom."

"No. I've said I'll do it for you. But I'm not defiling 
my husband's bedroom."

"You stupid bitch! Don't you understand! I said we are 
giving the orders. Now get up to your bedroom before I 
pick you up and take you there."

The anger and menace in Stenn's voice frightened me, 
and my stern resolve just collapsed, instantly turning 
me into a submissive slave. I turned around, and as I 
made my way up the few remaining steps, someone's hand 
was forcing itself up in between my legs.

"Please don't do that, I beg you."

The hand kept forcing and before I'd got to the top 
step, it reached its goal.

"You can beg all you like my dear. But if you don't 
spread your legs and give me some room to get at your 
cunt, then I'll make you wish you had! And I promise 
you won't like my methods. Now open those fucking 
legs."

I instantly opened my legs, and with a push in the 
middle of my back with his other hand, I once again 
began walking, somewhat duck fashion towards my 
bedroom. He by now had two fingers up the side of my 
panties, and up inside me. I was of-course still wet 
from my session with Johan, so he had no difficulty 
probing deep into me.

This rough treatment, although abhorrent to me, was 
still making my silly hormones go wild. I hated 
everything they were doing. Their demanding approach, 
the violation of my marital bedroom, his fingers 
probing deep inside my private love. But hate them and 
what they were doing as much as I did; my body was 
reacting like that of a common slut. With each step I 
took, I squirmed myself deeper onto his fingers. By the 
time we were stood along side the bed, I felt myself 
wrap my hands around his shoulders to stop myself from 
falling whilst I gyrated my open thighs on his fingers.

"I see what Johan meant, she's fucking mad for it. Lets 
get her laid on the bed and strip her naked."

I heard the words, I knew what they meant. And as much 
as I could never let anyone do this to me. Here I was 
being laid back onto my own bed, with Stenn's finger 
ramming in and out of me, my hips lifting to complement 
his thrusting, while Loather was pealing off my 
clothes. I just let him! No sign of struggle or 
protest, my arms and legs were pulled from side to 
side, and up and down until I was naked. 

Now Loather was on the bed astride my shoulders, he was 
also naked. His big dick semi-hard dropped towards my 
mouth. He took my hands and placed them on his shaft, 
and he leaned forwards dropping his dick to my lips. I 
just took it inside my mouth, and he started thrusting 
deep into my wind-pipe. My whole body was aflame, and 
then I realised that although I was humping my hips, 
Stenn was no longer ramming me with his fingers. I did 
have a conscious thought, but decided he must be 
stripping off ready to follow Loather, in fucking my 
mouth. So I once again drifted off, back into the land 
of sex and sensation.

Then as something big pushed up into my crotch, I felt 
myself being stretched wide to take something more than 
fingers. I tried to resist him. I promise I did try. 
But my effort was too weak, and the onslaught was too 
strong. It pushed its way relentlessly up inside me, 
stretching me like my Göran has never done. Then as I 
felt his body contacting mine he started a slow 
thrusting in and out. Well even if Göran himself had 
walked in at that moment, I think my wicked body would 
have just kept on thrusting in unison with Stenn's 
dick. Out of control is all I can say. Every fibre of 
my body was being taken to heights they had never been 
to. 

Then Loather pulled his dick from my mouth, and started 
jacking himself, shooting his cum all over my face and 
into my hair.

"Oh fucking yes! She's a fucking slut alright. Look at 
her."

I was past caring what they thought; all my body wanted 
was pleasure. And I wanted this big dick inside me to 
explode, lighting the touch paper for what I knew would 
be an orgasm to beat all the orgasms I've ever had.

"See if you can find a camera, they're bound to have 
one. We've got to get a picture of her face like that."

You might have thought that on hearing Stenn's words I 
would have come to my senses. But no, I didn't. I 
carried on thrusting with my lover, and apart from 
licking up and swallowing the spunk that was on and 
around my lips; I never attempted to wipe my face 
clean. Instead my hands were clasped to Stenn's hips, 
encouraging the increase in pace that I knew would 
bring his thunder bolt!

I wasn't disappointed, the increase in pace had been 
the fore-runner to his climax. So now, as he changed to 
the stabbing thrusts, I could feel the warm seeds he 
was shooting deep inside me. My body arched itself high 
in the air, and my hole gripped his dick. Then as I 
dropped back to the bed and writhed about, my legs 
wrapped around his waist. Exactly how the rest of my 
orgasm went I'm not sure. I wasn't there. I was 
floating somewhere in heaven. Floods of warm pleasure 
were flowing through every vein in my body. 

When I did eventually gain my senses, both of them were 
dressed and busy looking at the little pre-view screen 
on my Göran's camera. It came to me what kind of 
pictures they had on there, and what I'd just done. Why 
am I so bad? I go to church. I believe in God. I pray 
every night. And above all, I love my Göran. So how 
could I do what I've just done? I feel so bad. 

But the photo's! They're on Göran's camera!

"Hey! You have to delete those pictures."

Stenn looked across, and it was a very black look, gone 
the smile that had been there a second before while the 
two of them were looking at the camera.

"Who the fuck are you telling what to do! If we show 
these to your husband you'll be lucky if you're not 
sleeping in the gutter tonight!"

"Please I didn't mean it like that. Please, I beg you; 
let me wipe them off before Göran comes home?"

"That's better. Asking and begging. I can tolerate 
that. But there's no way these pictures are getting 
deleted."

"But please if my Göran finds them."

"Well little miss computer. You'd better take them off 
this camera and email them to me. And no tricks, if I 
can't download them when I get home, then you'd better 
have left the country by tomorrow. Do you understand 
me?"

"Yes, I'll do it for you. But I will have to reduce 
them. They'll be too big to email."

"Don't try getting fucking smart with me. Do you know 
what the fuck she's going on about?"

"I think so, but we'd be better off asking Johan, he 
understands these computers. I'll go and get him; you 
might as well get her down to where the computer is."

"Come-on then slut. Get that sloppy cunt of yours off 
the bed, and get that computer of yours fired up."

"Can I put some clothes on, please?"

"Well don't fuck about. As soon as I hear Johan coming 
into the house, you're going downstairs, clothes or no 
clothes."

I rushed around, only having time to pull on a pair of 
knickers, and a skirt. I had to put my blouse on whilst 
going down the stairs. My bra he'd pulled from my hand, 
and thrown back onto the bed.

So now I was seated in front of my PC, and downloading 
the pictures from the camera into a folder I'd made.

"Do you know what she means about not being able to 
email me the full picture?"

"Yes she's right. These are too high in quality, the 
file size is too big to email. Here, look at this."

Johan reached over my shoulder, took hold of the mouse, 
and opened the thumbnail that was a close-up of my 
spunk covered face. I could have died, I felt so 
humiliated, and there are no words to explain. I'd lain 
there, knowing they were taking them pictures. I felt 
sick, and actually started heaving. They parted like 
wild fire, as I burst out of the room and rushed to the 
toilet. I threw-up, but I was wrenching my empty 
stomach and it hurt like hell. So I was now on my 
knees, head in the toilet bowl, feeling the most 
wretched I'd ever felt in my life.

How can emotions be so extreme? In minutes I'd gone 
from pleasure the like of which I'd never dreamed 
existed, now down to the depths of despair, to the 
point where I was considering taking my own life!

How long I spent with my head in my hands on the rim of 
the cold ceramic bowl I don't know. But gradually I 
calmed down, and tried to get things into a sense of 
proportion. Yes I'd now been unfaithful to my Göran. 
And yes it was in our own bed. Oh God! How can I find 
any excuse for myself? I'm a bad wife, and no better 
than a common whore. But what is done is done. And if 
my Göran never finds out, then he will not be hurt. But 
maybe more important, my babies, they haven't done 
anything wrong. Why should they suffer? What ever 
happens, I have to get through this, and Göran mustn't 
find out. He'd take my babies from me, and then I'd 
have no alternative but to take my life. But even that 
would be punishing my babies for something that I'd 
done wrong. No. Göran is not going to find out! I'll 
fuck all three of them if I have to, but my secret has 
to be kept from Göran.

I'd heard their loud banter going on, as they'd been 
going through the pictures that I'd downloader for 
them. But until now, I hadn't been taking any notice of 
what they were saying.

"Look at that. You've zoomed in until her cunt is blown 
up to the size of a DVD, and you can see the detail of 
every single hair around her cunt. Look at the amount 
of cum oozing from it."

Yes they were not just looking at my pictures; they 
were drooling over every detail. I slowly made my way 
back, and stood silently in the doorway. I'd been there 
a good five minutes before any of them noticed me, 
their mouths were almost dribbling as they meticulously 
scanned every detail of the most private and sacred 
part of my body. 

Up until now, only Göran and the doctors that delivered 
my babies had ever seen that part of me. 

"You're back. I've explained to the lads here, that 
emailing will, as you say, mean reducing the quality. 
So instead, I'll bring some blank CD's with me 
tomorrow, and you can put the pictures onto them at 
full file size."

"But that would mean leaving them on the PC overnight."

"Yes, that's not a problem is it? They won't damage 
it."

"But if Göran finds them?"

"Look you weren't that worried before, leaving the 
emails to your boyfriend on there. And that bloody 
dirty story. I tell you what lads, I bet even your 
filthy minds couldn't come up with some of the filth 
that's in the stories she reads. This guy who writes 
them must be one depraved filthy bastard."

"Please don't say things like that about him?"

"Oh my dear! Touched a nerve have we? You don't like to 
hear the truth about your boyfriend?"

"That's not the truth. His stories are not filth."

"What all that fucking with dogs and horses, you don't 
call that filthy?"

"It's not like that."

"I beg to differ. That's all that story is about, 
fucking with one animal or another. The two of you are 
fucking depraved if you ask me."

"I know there are animals, but it's the words he uses. 
The feeling he expresses. The other stuff just happens. 
The story is what is important."

"Sounds like shit to me. But I guess if you've got the 
hots for this guy, even his shit smells good to you. 
They say love is blind. Anyway lads, we'd better get 
some work done, otherwise this job will end up costing 
me money. Now you remember; I know how many pictures 
are on there, and what the folder size is. So no 
deleting any, or down sizing them."

As Stenn pushed past me, he took me back towards the 
wall, pinning me against it. His fingers went straight 
back up inside me, and he stood there probing me. It 
was pointless me struggling, or protesting, that only 
seamed to make him worse. So, knowing Johan would 
appear in a few seconds to drag him back to work, I 
just let him get on with it. Well it was only a few 
second before Johan appeared in the doorway, but he 
just stood there watching Stenn manipulating my 
womanhood. But as I've already confessed, I'm a dirty 
bitch. I don't mean to be, but in that few seconds, 
he'd got my legs to start spreading, and I was panting 
in an audible way.

"Fucking hell Stenn, haven't you had enough for one 
day?"

"Go on boss. Let me just have one more go at her. You 
can see she wants it."

"Yes that's bloody obvious. But I think we could troop 
all the bloody sailors from the naval yard through 
here, and she'd want more. Look at her, my bloody 
fluorescent light takes longer to turn on than her."

"But it won't take me long boss. Please. I'll do and 
hours overtime tonight without pay."

"But you've already had over an hour out of the day, 
and this job has got to be wrapped-up by the time we 
finish tomorrow."

"Ok, I'll start an hour earlier tomorrow as well. Go on 
boss. You know we can get the job sorted if we pull our 
fingers out."

"Ok. But be as quick as you can, she don't need any 
fore-play. And don't fuck yourself silly, I want some 
work out of you when you've finished."

"So does that go for me as well?"

Now Loather had started. I heard it all going on, but I 
did and said nothing. Instead I'd just stood there in a 
trance, well almost stood. I was now spread that wide, 
with my legs so weak, before long I'd be on the floor.

"Oh, come-on then. Get her up to the bedroom, you can 
both have her at the same time, I'll take the pictures. 
Make your mind up whose having her arse, we haven't got 
time for swapping about."

So with their help, I once again was taken up the 
stairs, stripped, and laid back onto the bed. They were 
soon naked, and I was rolled over onto Loather, my legs 
astride his hips. Up he went, and Stenn was soon 
kneeling behind me. He had obviously been lubricating 
his dick, I guess with my love juice. But then he 
started pushing his wet finger up my bottom, after a 
few investigational probes, he decided I was wet enough 
to try his dick.

I felt it push, and my bottom did start to open, but I 
let out such a scream. I felt my skin was being ripped 
apart. But it was as though I'd never said a word. He 
just pushed, until it forced its way in. By the time 
they'd both been fucking for five minutes, the pain 
side had diminished to a dull ache. But all those 
demons within my being were now taking over. I was 
thrashing myself as hard against them as they were 
thrusting into me. And now I felt an overwhelming 
desire to swear. I want to tell them to FUCK ME HARDER. 
But I couldn't get my lips to utter the words.

Then as I was trying to muster my resolve, Stenn 
changed to his rapid pace. I knew the climax was almost 
here, and all I could think was I had to cum with them. 
Then as he jerked violently, I could feel his hot cum, 
what a sensation that was. And then, like the time 
before, my Cunt. Did I say that? Yes my Cunt contracted 
onto Loathers dick, then exploded with such a flood of 
cum, the like of which none of these guys had ever seen 
before. Although most of my orgasm is a sort of blank 
dream type memory, the pictures they took, and the 
comment they made afterwards, left me in no illusions 
as to my extraordinary performance.

This time as Johan knew what he was doing; they just 
left me on my bed, while two of them got back to work. 
Johan transferred the pictures to my PC, then he joined 
his men, and that is where they stopped for the rest of 
the day. Now I've seen lots of men working doing 
various types of jobs. But to watch these three men, 
especially Stenn and Loather, it was amazing. There was 
no sauntering around, and standing chatting. It was 
almost reminiscent of an old Charlie Chaplin or Key 
Stone Cops movie. Everything was being done at double 
time. 

Then as my Göran's car pulled up in front of the house, 
I opened the door to greet my children that he has 
picked up on his way home from work. A lump comes to my 
throat, and as my Göran smiles at me, my eyes well-up 
with tears. I am really struggling to hold myself 
together; I don't think I'm going to be able to do 
this. Then as Björn bounded his way towards me, I 
opened my arms. The feeling as he hugged me could only 
be matched by the feeling I got two seconds later as 
Helle did the same. I quickly smothered them with 
kisses, and turned them towards the house. Then as they 
raced each other to be first to switch on the TV, I 
brushed the tears away before turning back again to 
greet Göran. As my arms wrapped themselves around him, 
I hugged and kissed him passionately.

"Hey Camilla. Are you trying to squeeze me to death?"

"Oh god. Sorry. Oh Göran, I love you so much."

"Hey Camilla. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just love you."

"Well I know that, but you don't usually try to prove 
it by choking the breath from my body. Is everything 
alright? Or has something happened today? And what's 
the workers truck still doing here?"

"No nothings wrong, it's just been a long day, having 
to stop in with no one to talk to. I just needed to 
have a cuddle."

"Come here."

His arms circled my waist, and he pulled me up until 
our lips met. This was what I really wanted from life, 
a husband who is warm and caring. The kiss lasted for 
about thirty seconds, but was interrupted by.

"Well that's a sight you don't see much any more."

It was Johan, carrying a big toolbox out to his truck. 
Göran immediately put me back to the floor, as if we 
were still school kids that had been caught kissing in 
the playground.

"Ah. It's you Erricson. I wondered what your truck was 
still doing here."

"Nothing to worry about now, even though we are running 
a bit behind. We had a bit of a hold-up with the big 
doors. But thanks to your lovely wife and some 
suggestions from my lads, we all managed to cum up on 
top."

"So how did you get involved with helping them out?"

"Nothing really, I just let them use my PC to look for 
parts."

"She's being modest. Without her help, we'd never have 
cum up so many useful sites."

"Yes she certainly knows her way around the PC. One day 
I'll have to get her to teach me how to turn it on. 
Anyway if the problem is sorted, do you still expect to 
be finished by tomorrow?"

"Yes. We'll be here at 7:30 in the morning. With the 
early start, we should be gone before you get home from 
work."

"I'm just thinking aloud here. And if you have any 
objections, just say."

Göran had started his conversation talking to Johan, 
but then he'd turned to look at me.

"It's like this Johan; my wife is used to going to 
work, and being with people all day."

"No Göran. There's no need to bother Mr. Erricson with 
my problems."

"No darling. Let me finish. There's no harm in asking. 
Johan can always say no if it's any trouble for him."

"That's right. But if there's something I can do for 
your good lady, I'll be only too pleased to help."

"See my dear. Well it's like this Johan, as I say she's 
used to having people to talk to. I think this week, 
sitting in the house on her own has been a bit of a 
strain, and I blame myself for not thinking about it 
sooner. But, if it doesn't inconvenience you to much. I 
was thinking when you or any of your men are taking a 
break, would it be too much to ask that you maybe come 
and sit in the house with my wife, to give her a bit of 
company?"

"Why of course we will."

"But Göran. They use their break to have a smoke, and 
you know you don't like smoking in the house."

"Sorry, not being a smoker, I never even gave that a 
thought."

"No problem Mr. Holmlund. Loather doesn't smoke at all, 
and Stenn and I can have a quick blow while we're 
working. I'm sure being in the company of your good 
lady will be more rewarding."

"Well thank you Johan. There you are Camilla, looks 
like tomorrow you'll have something to keep you busy. 
Ok I'm going in to get my well earned evening meal now, 
so if I don't see you tomorrow morning, thanks for all 
the work you've done. Bye."

With that we went in the house. But as I looked back 
out at Johan whilst closing the door, he gave a knowing 
wink and dirty gesture holding his hand to the bulge in 
his trousers. Well the workmen all left, and the 
evening passed by, without event. In bed that night, 
Göran was so tender and loving, I just felt so dirty 
and ashamed. My only consolation was that I did all 
those things to protect Göran and my children. But deep 
down, I knew this was not true, I'm just bad.

The morning arrived, and everything went as normal, 
children ready for nursery and school, and Göran 
getting ready for work. Then I saw the workers 
arriving, and they all gave me a friendly wave as they 
passed my kitchen window. Then Göran got his things 
together, the children both gave me my goodbye kiss, 
and I watched them drive off for the day. Before I'd 
closed the door, I heard my kitchen door opening. This 
was the door that led to the garden where the workmen 
were.

So as I closed the door and turned around, I wasn't 
surprised to see them all walking towards me from my 
kitchen.

"Good morning Camilla. Did you have a good night?"

"Yes thank you. I suppose you've got those blank CD's 
you want burning?"

"Well yes I have, but I've left them in your kitchen. 
They can wait until later. I think you can guess what 
we want first. And your husband did ask me to make sure 
we looked after you. So we wouldn't want to let him 
down, now would we?"

By now they had reached where I was standing by the 
front door, which placed us all at the foot of the 
stairs. Well I guessed it had started again. But if I 
could just get through today, my ordeal would be over. 
So I resigned myself to a day of humiliation, and 
decided to just do as they wished without any question.

"Ok. I suppose I might as well make my way to the 
bedroom?"

"No my dear. Stenn has a new idea for you."

Oh god! What ever can he have thought of to humiliate 
me more than yesterday? Because that seemed to be his 
turn-on. I didn't get the impression that the sex was 
important to him, he just liked being dominant and 
humiliating me.

"Well aren't you going to ask what the idea is?"

"I assumed you were going to tell me whether I asked or 
not."

Then Stenn spoke up. Usually he'd shown his deference 
to his boss, by keeping quiet while he'd been talking.

"Don't you get disrespectful again you slut. I thought 
we'd taught you yesterday who was in charge around 
here."

He had a way of making a simple statement sound like it 
was a threat to slaughter or mutilate you. My feeling 
of 'Oh God!' was now more one of 'Oh Shit!'

"I promise I wasn't being cheeky, I just meant I was 
waiting for you to tell me what you wanted me to do."

Johan took the lead again, and Stenn thankfully backed-
off.

"See Stenn, there was no need for that kind of 
attitude. Our little Camilla is going to do us all 
proud today."

Then turning to me. "Aren't you my dear?"

"Yes. I'll do what ever you want."

"I think you meant – Yes Master."

"I'm sorry Master. Yes Master."

"See we have an obedient little whore who will do our 
bidding. Ok slut, run up them stairs, and fetch your 
husband's camera, and be quick about it."

I didn't want them to take any more pictures, 
especially with my Göran's camera. But I'd decided to 
get through the day by cooperating, so like the 
obedient little slut I was, I scampered up, and 
returned in seconds with the camera.

"Good girl, I'll have that. Now before we go outside, I 
think we'll all go and do what your husband asked. 
We'll spend our first break in the house with you. 
Come-on then lads we'll take our dirty old work 
trousers off, and leave them in the Kitchen where we 
left our boots."

"But what if anyone calls to visit me?"

"Well it was your husbands request we kept you company, 
and he wouldn't want our old clothes mucking up your 
lovely posh furniture."

They were all soon seated along our big leather settee, 
in our back lounge overlooking the garden. All three of 
them had boxer shorts on, that were lowered to give me 
access to their dicks. I was about to kneel on the 
floor, to start working on them.

"Get stripped off first, and don't rush. Put some music 
on, and let's see you move your body."

We can all think that we're good movers on a crowded 
dance floor, with a few drinks bending the mind. But 
being asked to dance about at 8:00 in the morning, 
stripping my clothes off as I go, with three men 
watching while they work on their rampant dicks, this 
was not going to work however hard I tried.

I put the music on, I danced about, I stripped naked, 
and then I danced some more. But I didn't feel sexy, 
and it was fairly obviously not doing that much for 
them.

"Ok slut you can stop dancing. Get yourself down here 
and get your mouth working on our dicks."

"Hang-on boss, you've let Stenn try his idea out, what 
about me getting her to do mine?"

"Yours? I didn't know your brain had ideas. I thought 
you were all brawn and no brain."

"That's not fair boss I pull my weight."

"Well we know you pull your plonker. But go on then 
Einstein, lets all hear what your idea is before I 
agree to it."

"Well you know the sun-trap?"

Now before I carry on with the rest of their 
conversation, maybe a little more explanation is 
required. We are lucky in that our garden is not 
overlooked from either side, and we have two meter high 
fences that are lined with seven meter high trees that 
can't be seen through. But as the garden is fairly 
narrow, the sun can't actually get down into the garden 
for sunbathing until mid-morning. So my wonderful Göran 
had designed a sun-trap on the roof of our garage. That 
was what these men were doing, reinforcing the garage 
roof, and building a stair case along the side wall of 
the garage. Then to prevent prying eyes, and to stop 
the north wind, they were erecting a high wall on the 
other side of the garage. This gave me a raised sun 
deck that would catch the first-rays of the morning sun 
without the trees causing a shaded area. And the high 
wall that was behind me would give total privacy. So 
when Loather said you know the sun-trap, it was this 
new present of mine he was referring to.

"Well you know the sun-trap?"

"We ought to, that's what we've been building these 
last few days."

"Well wouldn't it be good to have her out there in the 
open air? Maybe lying on her sun bed reading us one of 
those stories, while we take her in all kinds of 
positions."

"I like it. I think the boy has been using his head for 
once. I know once she starts reading that filth, that 
she goes crazy. And once she's got going, we'll be able 
to do what we want with her. But we've still got this 
job to finish, so we'd better give ourselves an hour as 
a limit."

"But boss, surely we haven't got that much more to do 
to finish the job. Can't we just bang her till we're 
whacked out?"

"Sorry Stenn. We'll have one hour, then I want you both 
to get back to work. If as you say we haven't got much 
more to do, then as far as I'm concerned, once the jobs 
in the bag, you can bang her until you see her 
husband's car pulling onto the drive. I know that would 
give you a kick, seeing her greeting her husband, 
knowing your cum was still oozing from her cunt."

"Ok boss. But I bet we're finished before 12:00."

"Well that gives you all afternoon to bang her in what 
ever way you want."

All this talk went on, and not once was my consent 
asked for. So the men all removed their boxer shorts, 
and they walked me out into my garden. All four of us 
only had our shoes on, and this was only because of the 
rough stones in the garden path. They walked me up the 
new staircase that they'd built on the side of our 
garage, and then we were up high in the air on the 
roof. I have to admit, that apart from the bizarre 
circumstances, it felt so good up here. Only 8:15, but 
the sun had been warming this little area up for at 
least two hours. And with the wall giving protection 
from the slight breeze, there really was no need for 
any clothes. Well not to keep you warm anyway.

So enough of how good it felt, I was up here to be 
fucked by three men, and even though you maybe can't 
call it rape, it certainly wasn't voluntary. Someone 
spread out a large inflatable mattress, and I was 
helped into the middle where I lay myself down on my 
back. I was given the pages of the story.

"Shall I start from where we got to yesterday?"

"No. start from the beginning, Stenn and Loather won't 
know what's going on."

Stenn butted in. "I don't suppose it will matter, I've 
read these kind of stories before, and they're just 
descriptions of fucking, so she can start wherever she 
wants as far as I'm concerned."

Then to my surprise, and contrary to his description of 
the story yesterday, Johan replied.

"No I think this story is better if you hear it from 
the beginning, its kind of good the way she gets 
reeled-in, I took it home and read it in bed last 
night."

"What ever you say boss. All I want to do is get stuck 
into that cunt again, well, and maybe her arse."

So I started reading, and this felt very strange. Being 
out doors, and reading aloud. The position we were in 
up here on the roof was well out of ear-shot of anyone, 
unless you really screamed very loud. So as I read, 
Johan was sucking one of my nipples, Loather the other. 
My legs were spread wide, and Stenn was working around 
my crotch. Well as you can imagine, the story, and the 
attention my body was getting, in moments my body had 
started to react. And of-course once my body started 
reacting, my morals went completely. 

I'm not sure if it was having to read the rude words in 
the story out aloud, that changed my attitude, but when 
it got to the part of the story where Lady Virginia 
felt the first man pushing his dick into her, I shocked 
myself.

"Stenn. Fuck me Stenn."

"You what!"

"Now Stenn. Please Stenn fuck me now. Quick."

"Fucking hell she's hot today. Ok little lady, you 
asked for it."

He climbed in between my legs, and rammed his big hard 
dick up me as hard as he could.

"Fuck me Stenn. Make me have it. Fuck me hard."

Well Stenn rammed me for all he was worth; I couldn't 
read the story any more, because I'd lost all my 
concentration. Then to my surprise, I heard the story 
being read, it was Johan. Loather was still sucking my 
nipples; he'd taken them both over, going from one to 
the other. Now as he read, Johan lifted one of his legs 
astride my head, and leaned forwards. He could now 
place the pages on the floor, while he pushed his dick 
towards my mouth. This was wonderful; hearing someone 
else read the story, while being well and truly fucked, 
sucking a dick, and having my nipples worked on. Well 
as Stenn started showing signs of reaching his climax, 
I knew I'd be ready to join him. So as he started 
shooting, I let my cunt have its head, I didn't just 
release the reigns and let it go, I was thrashing it 
with my whip. Well metaphorically, anyway. In other 
words I threw all caution to the winds, and became the 
slut my body wanted me to be.

They all took turns fucking both my cunt and arse, and 
I was a more than willing participant. This session 
lasted the hour as Johan had said, and during this time 
they had me into position that I didn't even know sex 
was possible in. I know I came more times in this one 
session than I've cum in the last month. All of the men 
came repeatedly, and I'm sure even they lost count. But 
I guess when they re-tell the event to their buddies, 
they'll make up a suitable high number of times. So now 
as Johan rallied his men together to continue with the 
job in hand, I gathered my mattress, and made my way 
back to the house to have a shower. 

I removed the cover from the mattress, and put it in to 
wash while I took myself of to get my shower. Once I 
was refreshed and re-dressed, I came down stairs 
feeling wonderful. Then as I saw the CD's that Johan 
had left on the kitchen table, it hit me again. Not 
only were there three CD's for me to put yesterdays 
pictures on, there was also my Göran's camera, which 
contained the pictures they'd taken of today's session. 
Why, if this is so wicked, which I'm sure it is, then 
why do I enjoy doing it so much? If my priest could 
have seen me this morning, or my fellow choir members, 
what would they think of me? But enough of this guilt, 
if I don't get these pictures burnt to disc, I could 
end up having one of this lot telling my Göran about 
me.

So off I go, and before long there are three CD's with 
high resolution pictures of me performing sex acts of 
every description, with the three men. Once these are 
burnt, I erase them from Göran's camera, and from my 
hard drive, not forgetting to empty the trash can.

I was just making my way to the kitchen with the CD's 
when I hear someone at the front door.

"Hi Lena, come-on in. I wasn't expecting to see you 
today."

It was a friend of mine, a neighbour Lena Bella. A nice 
girl; but full of herself, and a real flirt. If men are 
about Lena plays the vamp, and always ends up the 
centre of attraction.

"I thought this sun deck of yours would be finished by 
now, and as it's a sunny day, I thought I'd come and 
help you try it out."

"Well you're welcome to try it out, but they're still 
working out there."

And with that we both looked out into the garden. The 
only one of the three men to put all his clothes back 
on was Johan. Stenn and Loather were working away, 
still dressed in only boots and boxer shorts.

"God Camilla. Is that all the clothes your builders 
wear?"

"Well in a way it Göran's fault. He asked them to spend 
their break time in the house with me. I stupidly told 
him I was bored being on my own. So when they came in 
this morning, they took off their work clothes, to save 
my furniture. But as it was sunny, it looks like two of 
them didn't bother to put their old stuff back on. But 
at least they're decent."

"I'll say they're decent. That young one looks more 
than just decent, he looks good enough to eat."

"Oh Lena. You're wicked."

"Don't tell me you haven't been tempted to go out there 
and molest him?"

"Don't be so silly. They're working. And you know I've 
got my Göran."

"You might have Göran, but he's not here, and they are. 
Working or not, I'm gonna' go out there and see if I 
can divert their attention."

With that she started stripping her dress off.

"You can't be serious Lena."

"Don't worry; I've got my bikini on under this."

"Thank god, for a moment I thought you were going out 
in just your knickers."

"Well are you gonna' put your costume on and join me?"

"Oh I guess so; the sun mattress is in the kitchen I've 
just put a new cover on it. I'll go and get changed, 
are you going to wait for me?"

"No I think I'll take a walk out there on my own, see 
if they notice me."

"Oh they'll notice you in that bikini; it doesn't leave 
much to the imagination. There's the phone, I'll have 
to get that first, once I've got changed I'll join you. 
Remember, behave yourself, you're almost naked, and you 
don't even know those guys."

"Don't worry, all men are the same, I'll have them 
eating out of my hand by the time you come out."

I remember thinking, if you're not careful, they'll be 
eating your cunt, never mind your hand. Well I answered 
the phone, it was the school; my little boy wasn't 
feeling well. They didn't want me to fetch him yet, 
they were just pre-warning me, to make sure I'd be in 
if they needed me.

So upstairs I went, and was soon changed into a nice 
one piece swimming costume, the last thing I needed was 
for the men to get the idea they could mess around with 
me while Lena was here. As I got to my kitchen I 
glanced out of the window, only to see Loather and 
Stenn, one either side of Lena, giving her a double 
fucking, whilst standing on the garage roof! Well like 
I said, it was bad enough them having sex with me, but 
I didn't want Lena to know about what they'd been 
doing. So I decided my best plan of action was to stop 
indoors until they'd finished fucking her, and she 
hopefully returned. I watched and waited, they turned 
her around, swapping from back to front. And eventually 
after about fifteen minutes, their jerking movements 
told me they'd soon be finished.

Lena was lowered to the mattress, where she lay for a 
good five minutes, but I saw Johan making gestures, and 
I guess he was telling them to both get back to work. 
This they did, leaving Lena to recover on her own. As I 
saw Lena picking herself up to her feet, and making her 
way down the staircase, I decided I'd make my way 
outside. She'd reached the bottom of the staircase by 
the time our eyes met.

"Lena. Are you alright?"

"God Camilla. Where have you been?"

"Sorry I got tied up on the phone, it was the school. 
Are you ok? You look like you've just run a marathon."

"Let me get in the house, and I'll tell you. It's your 
bloody builders."

I turned around and walked back to the house with her.

"My builders. Why what have they done."

"Me! That's what they've done. They raped me!"

Now this wasn't the answer I wanted, if she had been 
raped, and we got the police involved, god only knows 
what the workmen might say about me to defend 
themselves.

"Surely not? You must have done something to encourage 
them?"

By now we were back indoors, and I'd poured her a stiff 
drink.

"Now tell me what happened."

"Well I carried that air bed out, and as I got to the 
garage, I asked the younger one of them if he'd like to 
carry it up the stairs for me, and put it on the roof. 
The older one was already up there doing some job or 
other. Well as he climbed the steps, I walked up along 
side him, and put my hands around him, you know, just 
stroking his chest."

"Why on earth did you do that? I told you to be 
careful; you're not exactly dressed like a nun. You 
might know you'd be giving him ideas."

"Well yes, but I never expected that he'd rape me."

"So what happened?"

"Well as he was putting the mattress down, he just 
brought one arm around me, and rolled me down onto the 
mattress."

"And then he got on top of you?"

"Well not straight away."

"Go on then, what happened next?"

"Well, as he rolled me over to the mattress, I just 
grabbed onto what ever I could to stop myself falling. 
I didn't mean to pull his shorts down."

"Oh Lena! You pulled his shorts off?"

"Not on purpose. I just grabbed to save myself."

"So who'll believe that? So I guess once you'd pulled 
his shorts off, he pulled your bikini bottom off?"

"It all happened so quickly. As his shorts came down, 
his great big dick sprang out. Then from nowhere the 
other man appeared, and in seconds I was naked. They 
were all over me. I kept saying no. but they didn't 
stop."

"Well really Lena, did you expect them to?"

"I guess not. But you promise you won't tell my 
Christer?"

"Don't be silly, you know I won't say a word. But are 
you alright?"

"Yes. It wasn't that they hurt me; I guess it was quite 
pleasurable really. It was just them being in control, 
and not knowing who was watching."

"Well no need to worry about that, which is why we 
picked that spot to sun bathe, it's totally secluded. 
And the builders won't dare say a word, not if as you 
say you were telling them no."

"I think I'll go home and get a shower, my Christer 
finishes early on a Friday, and I want to be refreshed 
before he comes home."

"Ok bye for now, come around one day over the weekend, 
and we'll sunbathe together then."

"Ok will do, bye for now"

So now she was gone, all I could think, which I know is 
very selfish, is, at least she's held up the work, so 
they won't have so much time to have sex with me. Well 
lunch time arrived, and they all packed up work, and 
made their way to the house. I asked them what they had 
been doing to my friend, but I got the story from a 
different angle. Like she said, she'd asked Loather to 
carry the air mattress up the stairs for her, which he 
said he did. But according to him, all the way up the 
steps, she'd been stroking his dick with her hand on 
the outside of his shorts. So by the time he got onto 
the roof, he said his dick was ready for her. Then 
while he was placing the mattress down, he says, she 
just stood there and lowered his shorts. So he said it 
would have been impolite not to have obliged her. Well 
who do you believe? I guess it doesn't really matter 
who was telling the truth, the result was the same, and 
like I said, it had held up the building work, so they 
still hadn't finished.

Now at this point, Stenn told me to sit on his knee. I 
thought.

"Oh god, here we go again."

"Hold-up there Stenn. I said we'll have no more playing 
about until this jobs finished. You and Loather have 
already put the job behind by larking around with that 
other trollop earlier on."

So I looked like I'd be safe until the job was done.

"Have you done those photos for us?"

"Yes there's three CD's on the kitchen table."

Well the rest of this break went without incident, and 
when it was over, they all trooped out to the Garden.

Then as they started work, an idea struck me. I ran out 
to the garage where Johan was working.

"Here's the CD's. I've just had a phone call from 
school; my little boy has been taken ill. I'll have to 
dash; I'll lock the house when I go. I'll get back as 
soon as I can, but if you're gone by the time I get 
back, promise you won't tell anyone about what you 
found on my PC."

"Go on my dear. Playing around is one thing, but your 
children come first. And rest assured, your secret is 
safe with me. Hope everything is ok with your little 
boy. Take care."

Well with that I was gone, straight around to one of my 
friends. When I got there, I phoned the school, to give 
them the phone number where I was in case they really 
did need to contact me. I waited until I knew my Göran 
would be on his way back from work before I made my way 
back home. The builder's truck was already gone, and I 
pulled into our drive about five minutes before Göran. 
This was the end to what had been a long two days. I 
didn't contact the English author for about a week, as 
I felt so guilty. But then one day, I decided I'd just 
email him, to see how he was. Well he sent me another 
story, and I resumed my conversations with him via 
emails, as if the two days of hell had never happened.

After about three weeks, I'd just started to put the 
whole event out of my mind, it was early evening, there 
was a phone call, and Göran answered it.

"Camilla, it's a man for you, I don't recognise his 
voice."

I took the phone, never dreaming it would be anything 
out of the ordinary.

"Hello, Camilla speaking."

"Hello slut, remember me? You still owe me a fuck."

I guess I turned white, but for a second or two I was 
stunned. Then as I stood there in silence, I had Göran 
asking me something, while Stenn was questioning me on 
the phone.

"What's wrong dear? Who is it?"

"Cat got your tongue?"

"Err. It's no one dear."

"But you've gone all pale, you look terrified."

"Oh sorry darling. It's just some bad news; a friend's 
dog has died."

Then from the phone Stenn spoke up.

"Now I wonder why you've got dogs on your mind, I bet 
you've been drooling over them dirty stories again."

"Well who is it?"

"It's just someone from work, but she's too upset, 
that's why her husband has rung me."

"Ok, but what is he ringing you for, surely there's 
nothing you can do to help."

Stenn spoke up again. "Tell him she wants you to go 
around to see her now, while he handles getting the dog 
to the vet. Then you can come and fuck me."

"No I couldn't possibly come out now."

"What do they want you to do?"

"Oh it's ok; he just wanted me to go around. She's 
upset, and he wanted me to go and sit with her while he 
takes the dog to the vet. But I told him it's too late 
for me to go out now."

"You go. Your friend needs you. I'll look after 
everything here."

"If you don't come now, I'll put a copy of this CD in 
the post to your husband."

My mind was racing, here was Stenn threatening me, and 
me telling lies, like I did it for a living. And my 
lovely Göran was as usual, being caring and 
considerate.

"Meet me in ten minutes, in the car park of the Holiday 
Inn. Don't be late, other wise I'll be sending this CD, 
or at least a copy of it."

"Are you sure you don't mind if I go?"

"Don't be silly, if your friend needs you, you go now. 
I'll wait up for you."

"I'll get back as soon as I can. But there really is no 
need to wait up."

"Well I'll wait up all the same. Now you get yourself 
off, and help your friend out."

The guilt came flooding back, here I was lying my head 
off, and going to meet a man to let him fuck me! I got 
in my car, and I was soon pulling into the car park of 
the Holiday Inn. As I slowly made my way through the 
car park, a car parked in one of the bays, flashed his 
headlights. God; that must be him. My heart sank, I 
knew I didn't want to meet this guy, and I'd been 
getting more and more nervous as I'd travelled along. 
But now as my fate was sealed, the reality hit me hard. 
I got out of my car, and locked the door. Then as I 
walked these last few paces towards his car, my foot 
steps were getting smaller, and slower. Then as his 
window slid down, Stenn's face appeared, revealing his 
smug grin.

"Come on slut, I haven't got all fucking night. Get 
that fucking cunt of yours around to the passenger 
side."

I didn't reply, but now realised that Stenn would be 
even more brutal in his attitude now he hadn't got the 
watchful eye of Johan keeping him in check. I opened 
the car door, and sat myself down along side him. As I 
reached back to pull the door closed, I felt his hand 
forcing its way into my crotch.

"Get that fucking arse forward on the seat, and spread 
your legs so I can get at your cunt."

I did as he'd ordered, and as I slid forwards, his 
fingers went in past the side of my panties, and up my 
hole. With the door now shut, I lay back on the seat, 
legs wide open, with Stenn ramming away into me with 
his fingers.

"Get your fucking cunt over into the back, and get 
stripped off."

There were no niceties like please or thank you, just 
cruel orders barked sharply. I did as ordered, and 
within seconds he was climbing into the back to join 
me. He hadn't stripped, just undone his belt and 
lowered his trousers.

I lay back naked and opened wide, and he was soon 
fucking me like he hadn't got a second to loose. And 
indeed, he was cumming up inside me before I'd even 
started to get relaxed.

"Right bitch, you can get yourself dressed now."

I'd thought ahead, and brought tissues with me in my 
bag, so I was soon cleaned-up and dressed. Then as I 
was about to pull on the door handle to let myself out 
I said.

"Ok you've had what you wanted. Can I have the CD back 
now?"

"Back! Are you joking? I'm keeping that; it will give 
me many nights of good jacking-off material. Hey what 
do you think you're doing?"

I'd pulled the door handle, but he must have had some 
kind of child locks on, as it had no effect at all.

"I was going back home, I've done what you wanted."

"You're going where I take you; I haven't finished with 
you yet."

"But please. I've let you make love to me. My Göran is 
waiting up for me." 

As he started the engine, and the car drove off down 
the road at great speed, he said.

"He'll have a long wait then, wont he?"

"Please I'm begging you, my children might need me."

"They don't need a fucking dirty bitch like you; you're 
going where you can make better use of your talents."

"Where are you taking me?"

"You'll soon find out, now shut your fucking face, or 
I'll have to gag you."

I sat in silence, watching the roads flash by, as we 
drove off into the darkness on roads I didn't 
recognise. We travelled for about thirty minutes. Then 
the car slowed and pulled into a roadside pullover, and 
stopped right behind a big Mercedes car. All the doors 
opened on the car, and in the pool of light from our 
headlights, I saw four men approaching us. One was only 
a small man, who looked quite old, but the other three 
were massive, like bodyguards.

"Ok bitch, this is the end of the line. When I tell you 
to do something, you fucking do it straight away or 
I'll fucking beat the shit out of you. You understand 
me?"

I was too terrified to speak; I just sat there 
trembling and nodded.

"I asked you a fucking question bitch. Do you fucking 
understand me?"

"Y-Yes. I-I'm sorry."

With that he jumped from his door, and went to greet 
the men as they came level with his car. He shook the 
hand of the old man, who by the body language of 
everyone out there, it was obvious was the man in 
control. He then pointed to the back of the car, and 
walked up and pulled one of the back doors open.

"Get out."

I climbed out, and stood there trembling, with all eyes 
upon me.

The old man, who I later found out was called Hans, 
spoke first.

"Let's see her tits."

Stenn spun around, and looking directly in my face he 
said.

"You heard the man."

I just started unbuttoning my blouse, and then lifted 
my bra to show my breasts to the assembled group of 
men.

"Yeh, they're ok. Spin her around, and get her to bend 
down and show me her goodies."

Again I got the look from Stenn, and I instantly turned 
around. Put my hands up my skirt, dropped my panties 
and stepped out of them. Then I lifted the hem of my 
skirt up to my waist. And spread my legs wide open as I 
bent down. All this without Stenn saying a word.

I felt someone, I guess Hans, spreading my pussy lips 
open, and probing with at least two fingers. He probed 
my pussy for about twenty seconds, and then pulled out, 
and started pushing one of his fingers up my bottom.

"Yes, she'll do. $10,000 wasn't it?"

"You agreed to pay $20,000."

"Well. Now I'm saying ten. Unless you want to argue the 
point with my friends back here?"

And with that he pulled his finger from my bottom, and 
I stood up in time to see him gesturing to the three 
big bodyguards standing behind him.

Stenn looked gutted as he took the money from the 
outstretched hand. But he realised he wasn't in a good 
bargaining position.

"Ok take the fucking bitch; she's getting fucking 
sloppy anyway."

Suddenly the man gripped the money before it left his 
hand. Stenn gave a tug to try to retrieve it, but as 
the man nodded his head, two big men lurched forwards, 
and pinned Stenn back against his car, gripping his 
wrists as they pulled him away. Hans was stood there in 
front of him, money still in hand.

"So you think she's getting sloppy, and you were still 
going to charge me the full price for her? Tie him 
down."

These men didn't need to be told how to do this; it was 
obviously something they'd done many times before. 
They'd produced a rope from their car, and in less than 
a minute Stenn was tied by his wrists to his door 
mirrors, laying face down over the bonnet (hood) of his 
car.

"Right my dear, I'm sure you have cause to want to get 
even with this man?"

I was just stood there, still petrified, and I had no 
idea how to respond to his question.

"I-I don't know."

"Why are you stupid? Or are you just retarded?"

"N-N-No. I just want to go home to my children."

"But my dear, surely you realise he's just sold you to 
me?"

"Well I guess so, but I need to get home as soon as 
you've done what you want to me."

"You don't get it, do you? You're coming with me. If 
you do good, and men like you, I'll keep you in a 
hotel. But if you do turn out to be a sloppy old hag, 
or you don't please men clients, then you'll end up 
walking the streets, and living in a brothel until I 
can sell you on."

I burst into tears, and couldn't get the words to make 
a sentence.

"Sob. Please. Sob. My babies. Sob. My husband. Sob. God 
no. Sob. Sob. I beg you. Please."

"Carry on like that, and I'll sell you on tonight. Get 
your fucking self together or you'll only be fit for 
dog fucking vids."

"Please I beg you. Sob."

"If you don't want to end up making dog fuck movies, 
you'd better stop that crying."

"S-Sorry. 'Sniff.' I won't cry. I promise."

"Ok get over there and take his belt from his pants."

I didn't know what this was leading to, but I went to 
Stenn, reached under his belly, and undid his buckle, 
then pulled his belt from his trousers.

"Pull his pants off."

I unzipped his pants and started pulling them down.

"And his boxers. I want to see his bare arse."

I reached back up to the waist band of his shorts, and 
pulled them down, collecting the trousers on the way. 
As soon as I'd got them from his feet, the bodyguards 
moved in, taking an ankle each, and tying him with legs 
spread wide apart.

"Ok my dear. This is your initiation test. Get it 
right, and you'll sleep in a hotel bed. Fuck-up, and 
you'll spend the night in the car boot (trunk), and by 
this time tomorrow, you'll have made your first dog-
porn movie. Do you understand me?"

I was terrified, and would have done what ever he told 
me to.

"Yes."

"Yes master."

"Yes Master."

"Good. Take his belt, and thrash him as hard as you 
can, if you don't make wheals on his flesh, I'll have 
my lads demonstrate on your own arse, so make it good."

I took hold of the belt doubled it over in my hand, and 
lashed across his bare bottom as hard as I could. He 
flinched, and his buttocks clenched as the belt cracked 
down on his flesh.

"That was good. Keep going until I tell you to stop."

I kept on thrashing, but my arm soon got weak, and 
after about ten lashes, he said.

"Ok that will do."

Then as I turned to look towards Hans, he handed me a 
big rubber dildo.

"Ok girl, I want to see this going right up his arse."

Now I hated Stenn, but I knew that there was no way I 
could force a dry, un-lubricated dildo of this size up 
inside him.

"Have you got anything to lubricate it?"

"Force it up, make the bastard squeal."

I didn't think this was a man to argue with, so I took 
it across to his bottom, and pushed it at his hole. No 
way was it going to go up there without some kind of 
lubrication.

"If you don't get it up, you're sleeping in my boot and 
fucking dogs tomorrow."

I pushed as hard as I could, but it just folded over in 
my hands.

"Use some common sense my girl. Either stick your 
tongue up his arse, or stick the dildo up your cunt to 
wet it."

He was of-course right, but neither of these options 
appealed to me. His look told me I hadn't got long to 
make up my mind, so not liking the thought of licking 
his bottom; I squatted with my knees apart, and eased 
the big dildo up inside myself. I'd soon got it going 
up to full length inside me, and my juices were really 
flowing. Quicker than I'd expected, and more than 
usual. All I can think is I was excited by having an 
audience.

Very soon I was pulling the now slimy wet dildo from 
between my thighs, and as I pushed at his bottom, it 
entered.

"Good girl. Now keep spitting on it as you push it up 
him."

Now although I'd used the juices from my pussy to 
lubricate the dildo, I hadn't done this to make it 
easier for Stenn. After all I owed him no favours; it 
was his fault I was here in the first place. So as I 
followed instructions and rammed this big dildo in and 
out of his bottom, Stenn was thrashing about against 
his bonds, and hating every moment. Whereas, I was now 
getting some kind of perverted pleasure making him 
suffer, and providing I could get the dildo to force 
its way in, I was forgetting about spitting on it. How 
long I fucked his bottom for I don't know, but I began 
to realise that Hans was talking to me.

"Ok. Ok that'll do. I think you've earned your hotel 
bed. You can stop now."

I pulled the dildo out and turned to give it back to 
Hans.

"I don't want it. Go on have one last stab at him. Ram 
it up, and we'll leave him out here."

I pushed the big dildo up him once more, forcing it in 
to full depth. Then I leaned my mouth down towards his 
head.

"I hope that fucking hurt you. I hate you for what 
you've done to me."

Then I turned to Hans.

"Please master, can I just collect my bag from his 
car?"

"Ok. Be quick."

I dashed back into his car, collected my bag, and 
searched furiously around his car hoping to find the 
CD.

"Come-on. If you're not out here in two seconds, you'll 
be sorry."

I'd just about given up any hope of finding it, when as 
I was about to shut the door, I saw it lying in the 
door pocket. I picked it out, and lay it on the sill of 
the door, so when I slammed the door shut, it crushed 
the CD. Well at least that had got rid of Stenn's 
blackmail hold over me. I dashed to where Hans was 
stood waiting for me.

"Its only 12:30, I think we can take you to see some 
friends of mine, then you can show me if you're gonna 
be worth the money you just cost me. Oh I forgot, in 
the end, I got you for nothing, so I guess even if I 
have to sell you on for dog meat, you've got to be 
worth the cost of the petrol."

He ushered me into the back of his car, and as he 
followed me in he barked an order to the driver.

"To Klein's place."

As we sped our way along the road, he asked.

"Have you done anal?"

"Yes master."

"Good you remembered. Have you done double 
penetration?"

"Yes master."

"Have you fucked with an animal?"

"No master."

"Will you lick my arse for me?"

"Yes master. Do you want me to do it now master?"

"No. But so far you've got top marks. You are a bit 
old, and you've had children, but if you make the 
effort, and try hard, I'm sure I can make use of you 
for at least a couple of years. But don't forget, the 
first time I get a bad report from one of my clients, 
I'm selling you on for dog meat."

He then used his cell phone to call Klein, the man he 
was taking me to meet. After about twenty minutes or 
so, the car pulled up in the drive to a big house. We 
all got out, and I followed along at his side like an 
obedient little dog. When a man appeared at the door, 
Hans and he exchanged greetings, as old friends do. 
Then Hans turned around and gesturing towards me he 
said.

"Here she is, I'll leave her with you for the night, 
and I'll send someone around tomorrow to pick her up. 
Be on your guard though, she's new, and I don't know if 
she can be trusted. Give me a call sometime tomorrow 
and tell me what you thought of her. Bye till I see you 
again."

Then he turned again to me.

"Well go on then, get yourself inside."

With that he turned around and was gone.

The door shut, and the man who was in his forties, and 
only about my height, put his arm around my shoulder, 
and walked me down the long hallway. He took me into a 
small room and he sat himself on a chair.

"Ok my dear. The rules of this game are that you are my 
daughter. And you've been sent home from boarding 
school, for misbehaving. So first, get yourself 
undressed, and into the clothes in that wardrobe. They 
are all school uniforms in there, of various sizes. 
When you are dressed, and don't take to long about it, 
come and join me and my guests in the lounge. You'll 
find it if you turn left out of this door, and knock on 
the third door you come to. Don't be silly and try to 
leave the house, the guard dogs don't ask questions. 
They'll just rip you to shreds. Any questions before I 
go?"

"Do I call you daddy when I come into the room?"

"Yes my dear. What is your name?"

"Camilla."

"Very nice, ok, I'll call you Millie. Now don't be 
long."

He left the room, and I quickly stripped off and found 
which size of uniform fitted me. In less than five 
minutes I was knocking on the third door along the big 
long hallway.

"Come in."

I opened the door; it was a large room, with six men 
seated around a circular table. The table was a sturdy 
wooden one, lined in green baize; the men were 
obviously in the middle of a game of cards. The man 
who'd brought me into the house, walked across to meet 
me.

"Well gentlemen, it looks like my errant daughter has 
eventually arrived. Late as usual, aren't you Millie?"

I just tried to answer with what I thought he'd want to 
hear.

"Sorry daddy."

"I'll bet you are now! Getting yourself expelled from 
the most expensive school in the country, and only a 
month into the start of the year. Right my dear, all of 
my friends here have donated money to sponsor your 
education, so I think they'll all want to be involved 
in your punishment. You'd consider that fair wouldn't 
you my dear?"

"Yes daddy."

"Right gentlemen; are we all in favour of suspending 
the game, and sorting out this delinquent daughter of 
mine?"

They all had their own remarks to make, but there were 
no dissenting voices. On the contrary, they looked like 
they couldn't wait a second to get at me. The cards 
were soon packed away, and the table top was folded up. 
It was a very strange table and within a few seconds it 
unfolded, now in a very different guise. The top was 
still circular, but now it was black leather covered. 
Hanging down from the table top on my side were two 
wooden arms that didn't quite reach the floor. On the 
far side, built into the table top, were two leather 
straps, positioned about a metre apart.

My attention was suddenly diverted from the preparation 
of the table, back to 'daddy'.

"So what is it going to be? Six of the best on your 
bare bottom, we'll each have one slap."

"I know I deserve it daddy, but please don't make me 
take my knickers down."

I knew they would, but I counted on this line exciting 
them, and maybe earning me some credits.

"NOT TAKE YOUR KNICKERS DOWN! You cheeky little bitch. 
For that, I think we'll make it two slaps each. Now 
come over here."

He walked backwards and sat down, leading me behind him 
by the hand. His chair was pushed away from the table, 
but still facing it. I was turned, so that I stood in 
between him and the table with my back to him, facing 
the table. The men around the table turned the table 
top, so that I was stood exactly in the mid position 
between the two wooden arms that were hanging down from 
the table.

"Lean forwards, and stretch your arms across the 
table."

I did as he'd ordered, and two men the other side of 
the table took hold of my wrists. Whilst they pulled 
hard, stretching me to reach the restraining straps, 
two more men proceeded to tighten the straps around my 
wrists. These straps were then tensioned with a 
mechanism built into the table top. The tensioning of 
these straps on my wrists pulled me across the table 
pinning my groin to the table's edge.

I felt daddy lifting the hem of my school tunic and 
pulling it up over my back. Then his hands were on the 
waist band of my knickers, and he was very slowly 
drawing them down over my bottom, down my legs and 
eventually off my feet. As soon as they left my feet, 
he snapped out an order.

"Spread your legs."

Once again I instantly complied with his orders, 
opening my legs as wide as I could. But being pinned to 
the table's edge, it meant my feet were now clear of 
the floor. A man at either side of 'daddy' took hold of 
my ankles, and pulled hard. Then I realised what the 
two wooden arms were that hung down from the table. 
Each ankle was placed into a strap that was fixed to 
the end of each of these arms. Then like my wrists had 
been, these arms were tensioned with a built-in 
mechanism. This pulling, not only stretched me wider, 
but hurt me at the top of my legs, forcing me to let 
out a slight.

"Yelp!"

Then daddy's hand touched my left leg, just about knee 
height, on the inside. Just that touch was enough; I 
felt my pussy start throbbing. God, I knew that no 
matter how much pain they inflicted, this was going to 
make me cum, and I felt an anticipation I can't 
explain. Gone all the fear, guilt, and trepidation. 
From now on I knew my wicked inner slut was in control 
of my body.

"Oh daddy no. Please daddy, don't rub your hand any 
higher."

"You cheeky little bitch."

"SLAP!"

His hand cracked across my inner thigh at stocking top 
height.

"Oh daddy no. You might catch my twinkle if you slap me 
up there."

As expected his next slap was square across my pussy. 
But instead of a loud Slap sound, maybe because my 
pussy flesh is not hard and flat or because it was 
already wet and dripping or a combination of both, but 
the sound was more of a squelching noise like hitting a 
puddle. But the sting was still real, and so was my 
reaction. I let out another loud.

"Yelp!"

"Ok, let's see whose next."

Then someone must have operated some kind of trigger, 
because the table slowly started to revolve. Not 
spinning at high speed, just slowly turning by itself, 
like I was a kebab, and they were the hot gas burners. 
But unlike a kebab, this spit roast had six of them 
burning into my pussy with their eyes as I slowly 
rotated around in front of them. Then without anyone 
touching anything, it stopped. As I was facing a 
different man, I knew who ever it was that would be 
dealing out punishment to my pussy, it wouldn't be 
daddy, but I couldn't see who it would be. Then the man 
I was facing stood up, and unclipped the section of the 
table that my chin was resting on, and removed it. So 
now not only was my pussy exposed for the man behind me 
to use as he saw fit. But it was also possible for this 
man in front of me to present his dick directly to my 
mouth, which he immediately did. I'd opened my mouth, 
and was just about to take his dick, when a massive 
slap landed squarely across my pussy. And soft flesh or 
not, this one landed with a.

"Crack!"

It was a good job for the man in front, that I hadn't 
already got his dick in my mouth; otherwise I might 
have bitten it off! As it was I let out another loud.

"Yelp!"

Then the dick forced its way into my mouth, and he 
started fucking my face. Then the second blow struck my 
pussy, and I gagged as I almost swallowed his dick. As 
the third slap made contact, a bleeping noise started.

"Ok lads, time to change."

And the man with the dick in my mouth, pulled it free 
as quickly as he'd put it in. Then the table started 
rotating again, stopping almost immediately. My face 
had passed only two men. I assumed from this, that this 
table was some kind of very sophisticated device 
especially designed for this kind of sexual punishment.

Once again the man in front got to his feet, and a dick 
was entering my mouth. But this time, I'd just started 
sucking when I felt the man behind me rubbing my inner 
thigh gently. This instantly brought a flood of juices 
from my pussy, and I sucked the dick in my mouth as 
hard as I could. The man stood in front reacted by 
forcing his dick at my throat, and I took it without 
any sign of gagging. Then the man behind me started 
pulling the lips of my pussy open, and I felt what must 
have been his tongue flicking my clit. I wanted fucking 
but I knew this would not be the reaction they wanted 
from me, so I tried reversing the request.

"Daddy. Please stop him. Don't let him fuck me."

As I'd expected, daddy lapped this up, and said to the 
man.

"Go-on give the bitch a good poking."

I didn't have to wait long; the tongue left my pussy, 
but was soon replaced with a big bell-end of a dick 
probing for my hole. Once it found the slippery valley 
that led to my pussy, it just forced its way inside 
until his hips contacted my bottom. Then he fucked 
away, with slow leisurely strokes. But shit! The 
bleeping noise started again, and the dicks from both 
my mouth and pussy both slipped out as the table 
started rotating once again.

This was so frustrating, they'd no sooner start getting 
me going before they'd be pulling out. Then the next 
two men would be coming in. But I'd never know if my 
pussy was going to receive a hot hard dick, or a cold 
painful slap. They carried on this treatment for over 
an hour, making a joke of my reaction as I bounced 
between pain and pleasure. Eventually, after they'd all 
cum several times, in my mouth, pussy and arse, they 
let loose my bonds, and I was allowed to fall to the 
floor, where I curled up in a ball.

I'd only been laid there for less than a minute, when I 
felt, first a cold wet nose, as he sniffed around my 
bottom, then a warm tongue, as he started licking all 
around my exposed wet crotch. I instantly straightened 
my legs and turned onto my back.

"GET OFF."

I shouted at the big black Doberman that was now 
probing, again using his nose.

"HEY BITCH. DON'T YOU SHOUT AT MY DOG! He lives here, 
you're just a slave."

I'd now sat up, and was using my hands to try and fend-
off the dogs probing, as he pushed his head hard down 
into my inner thighs.

"DO I HAVE TO PUNISH YOU OR WHAT? GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY 
DOG. And if he wants to eat your fucking twat, you get 
your legs open."

I knew these men would only force me if I resisted, and 
I'd probably get a beating as well, so reluctantly, I 
took my hands away.

"That's better; now get your legs open."

I slowly laid myself back down, and let my legs fall 
open, not wide, but enough for the dog to get his 
tongue into my crotch. I lay motionless, with tears 
bleeding from the corners of my eyes, my hands cupping 
my face to hide my shame. But my beastly bodily 
instincts were to pour more shame upon me. I was 
suddenly aware that I'd drawn my knees up and wider 
apart. Moreover, my hips were lifting, giving the 
impression that I was enjoying his attention. I made a 
mental effort to stop my humping, but although I 
managed to close my legs slightly, my efforts were 
futile. My humping steadily increased as the dogs 
probing got deeper, and I let my legs fall wide 
following an instinctive reaction.

By now all the men were either standing or kneeling 
around me in a circle.

Their comments were all inferring what a slut I was, 
and how much I loved the dog's attention. But hate 
their words as much as I did, I guess they were right, 
I was now in full flow, humping up and down violently. 
Not I hasten to add, to prevent the dogs access, but to 
enhance the pleasure the dog was giving me.

"Milli my dear, lets have you on your hands and knees. 
It will feel more natural for Boston to lick his bitch 
when she's the right way up."

With this gently spoken request I was given lots of 
helping hands to assist me, and I was soon on my hands 
and knees, with Boston (as I now knew was the dogs 
name), licking as though we hadn't been interrupted. My 
humping, was now somewhat different, I was now more 
pushing my pussy back towards him. I'd forgotten all 
about being ashamed, and the tears had gone. I know 
it's hard to believe now, but at the time, I was 
genuinely surprised by the next event.

Boston stopped licking, and my first reaction was to 
turn my head to see why. But before I'd had chance to 
focus my eyes to where I thought Boston was, I felt his 
chest landing on my back, with his great long legs 
hanging down either side of my bust gripping inwards. I 
hadn't time to react in any way, before what seemed 
like an attack from every quarter at once, was launched 
upon my body. As Boston tried to grip me tight by 
hooking his legs around my chest, a man either side had 
took hold of each knee, holding it still. Another man 
had grabbed my shoulders. And Boston's dick was 
stabbing wildly all around the tops of my legs and 
crotch area.

I did feign a feeble protest struggle, but in truth, I 
knew it was pointless. And when Boston's dick scored a 
direct hit, it slipped up inside my hole effortlessly. 
He then proceeded to fuck me in that characteristic 
frenzied dog way that we are all used to seeing street 
dogs fuck each other in the scenes from third-world 
ghettos. His knot was ramming the lips of my pussy, and 
with every successive push, as my pussy got more 
excited, it forced itself a little deeper in. Before 
he'd been ramming at me for a minute, I felt the 
massive swollen knot entering my pussy. My pussy lips 
closed around the base of his dick, locking him firmly 
inside me. By now his dick must have been swollen to a 
monster size, because as it pulsed inside me, my tummy 
was feeling inflated. The humiliation that I'd first 
felt, now was forgotten, as I now revelled in the 
emotions this pounding was generating.

All hands had now released me, and it was just me and 
Boston. When I felt him shooting his load of cum, I 
reacted with a frenzied jerking action pumping not only 
Boston's dick and swollen knot out of my pussy, but 
flooding a cocktail of my own cum mixed with Boston's, 
and the residue from the six men. As I regained my 
control, I found myself lying back in a ball on the 
floor; bottom up in the air, with Boston licking deep 
into my pussy.

I turned over onto my back without having to be told 
to, and opened my legs to give him unrestricted access. 
Within a few minutes, Boston was humping all around my 
body, poking his dick at me from all angles.

"Come-on Milli. You can see he wants another go at 
you."

I didn't wait to be forced; I rolled over onto my hands 
and knees, and Boston was immediately around behind me, 
and getting mounted. It still took him a few stabs to 
find my hole, but once found, he was right in to full 
depth, knot and all in only a few pumps. This was 
another frenzied fuck, but as I had cum so many times 
already tonight, I was taking longer to reach a full 
blooded orgasm. But Boston shot his load in no time at 
all and immediately dismounted, turning to face the 
other way. But my pussy was locked tightly around his 
knot, and wasn't going to let it go. So as Boston ran 
over to get praise from his master, I was dragged 
behind him, by the base of his dick!

This caused much amusement to all the men; they thought 
it hilarious, seeing me being dragged around like a rag 
doll stuck to his arse. Then as I'd hoped his knot was 
shrinking, he decided he wanted another fuck, and he 
just turned back around, lifting himself onto my back, 
and started fucking. He repeated this same humiliation 
at least four more times, and I began to think, I was 
locked onto him permanently! But I reasoned with 
myself, that I'd managed to dismount him the first 
time, because my pussy had dilated so much when I'd had 
my orgasm. So I guessed, if I wanted to get his dick 
out, my quickest method was to assist his fucking, by 
working on my clit at the same time. I gathered all my 
resolve and forgot about being humiliated, I just let 
myself go.

So as he mounted me for another fuck, I reached back in 
between my own legs, and worked my clit for all I was 
worth. Then as I saw one of the men was within reach, I 
took hold of his dick, and encouraged him towards my 
mouth. So now I had a dog fucking my pussy for all he 
was worth, my mouth forced down onto a guy's dick, and 
my other hand back between my legs, frigging my clit. I 
let my mind drift to where ever it wanted to go, and I 
felt my orgasm building. As Boston shot once again, the 
man in my throat did the same. My pussy exploded again, 
and this time, as Boston turned around, and trotted 
away, his dick pulled out with a loud.

"Plop!"

"Well gentlemen, I think we can say the girl's earned 
her bed for the night. Come-on then Milli, I'll take 
you up to your room."

With that I was taken to a room, where I was allowed to 
shower, and then retire to bed. I could see by the 
bedside clock that it was gone five o'clock, and I lay 
in bed wondering what my husband would be doing, and if 
my darling babies were ok. The tears streamed down my 
face all night as I turn first one way then the other, 
but try as I might, sleep eluded me, and eventually I 
saw the dawn breaking through the gap in the curtains.

"Good morning my dear, are we feeling refreshed and 
ready for a brand new day?"

I turned to face the man that had walked into my room.

"God! Milli, you look like shit! You'd better get your 
fucking self out of that bed and get tidied up. If 
Hanns get here to pick you up and he sees you looking 
like that, he'll fuck off without you. And then he'll 
send the meat wagon out here to pick you up. I can 
assure you, you won't like where they take you, or what 
they'll be expecting you to do. Now come on before he 
gets here. You were a good girl last night, so I'll put 
a good word in for you. Come-on, lets get you to the 
bathroom."

He had his hands on my arm, and was encouraging me to 
slide out of the bed. I had lost the will to resist, 
but also, lost any interest in doing anything. It seems 
now the sexual adrenalin from the night before had 
worn-off, I was left as an empty shell. I slid from the 
bed, but just sat sprawled on the floor. Not that I 
wasn't able to get up, I just couldn't see the point in 
it.

"Come-on Milli, be a good girl, I don't want to see you 
getting sold for dog meat. If we get you cleaned-up, 
and you pop a couple of these pills, by the time Hanns 
arrives, you'll look as fresh as a daisy. Come-on and 
then I'll tell him how good you were last night. It 
won't be such a bad life, you enjoy the fucking, and 
you'll get well treated if you give the punters what 
they want."

I still lay there, not wanting to move.

"Well fuck you then! It's your funeral. But he'll be 
here in less than half an hour, so you'd better make 
your mind up quick."

With that he turned on his heals, and disappeared 
through the door. I lay there in a heap by the side of 
the bed. I was no longer sobbing; I just lay there in a 
kind of motionless trance. Then the door opened again, 
it was as though no time had passed, but in reality, 
the hands on the bedside clock had moved a good forty 
minutes.

"What the fucking hell is wrong with her?"

"Search me. She was great after you left her. And she 
fucked like a good'n into the early hours. But when I 
came in this morning, she was like a zombie. I can't 
get any kind of reaction from her."

"Well it's a good job I didn't pay good money for her. 
I haven't got time to sort her out. Pity though, I was 
looking forwards to fucking her myself. Still, there's 
plenty more out there. I'll get someone to pick her up 
later, you can make use of her in the mean time if you 
want to or if not, you can let your dogs have her, I 
know they enjoy a good bitch."

Then he turned around, and they both left the room.

How long I lay there I have no idea, time stood still, 
it was like my life force had ebbed from my body. Men 
arrived, I can't remember what they said, and I had no 
idea who they were. They literally dragged me across 
the floor, and one of them bundled me onto his 
shoulder. I was carried outside to a waiting van, and 
bundled in a heap on the floor in the back. The van 
started, and I was thrown from side to side as they 
sped their way to where ever they were taking me. Then 
the van stopped, and I heard the front doors open, then 
seconds later the back doors spread wide flooding in 
the daylight. I was immediately hauled up onto one of 
the men's shoulders, and carried indoors. The man stood 
still in a large hallway, and then I heard a familiar 
sound. Lift doors? The man stepped forwards, and yes 
now I could see I was right, he'd carried me into a 
lift! He turned around, and the lift started going 
down, very slowly, then the noise again as the doors 
opened. The man now walked out 
into what I later found out was a large room, where he 
tipped me off his shoulder, and I dropped onto a 
settee. He didn't speak, he just turn back around, and 
I heard the lift doors shut, then the sound of the lift 
disappearing. Then there was an eerie silence. I lay 
there slumped in a heap not having the will or the 
inclination to move. I couldn't cry, I couldn't sleep, 
I was in a form of suspended animation.

The lights went out, I have no idea how long I'd been 
there. The lights came back on, I guessed it must be 
morning, but I have no recollection of sleeping. I can 
hear the lift coming down, now the doors open.

"Hey! You! Here's some food."

The lift doors close, and the lift rises again, and I'm 
now back in silence. Time passes, nothing happens, I 
just want to die.

The lift is coming again, now the doors open.

"What the fuck is the matter with you? You haven't 
eaten a thing all day. Here's your evening meal. If you 
don't sort yourself out by tomorrow morning, we'll be 
looking to move you on."

The lift goes back up again, and the silence shouts and 
screams in my ears. The lights go out; I guess its 
night time again. It could be hours that have passed, 
it could be days, I have no idea.

The lights are on again, is it morning already? Still 
no sleep, just this numb dream world, did I say dream? 
No I meant nightmare world, no dream could be like 
this. I am beginning to think I must be already dead; 
maybe this is what its like to be dead. Maybe you do 
hear voices when you're dead. No I'm just going mad. 
The lift again. I can't be dead; otherwise I wouldn't 
know it was the sound of a lift.

"You! Look at me."

No I'm not dead; I can feel his rough hand on my 
shoulder, as he pulls me over to face him. He is a big 
thick-set man, in need of a shave, and shabbily 
dressed.

"Slap!"

His hand lands squarely across my face, and it stings 
like hell. Well I can't be dead.

"I said look at me you bitch. That's better. Now why 
the fucking hell are you acting like this?"

His face was square on in my face, and the foul smell 
of his breath was another indication that I was still 
in this world. I stared into his eyes; they were 
getting madder by the second.

"Slap!"

"I asked you a fucking question. Fucking wake up."

This is difficult to understand, I never even thought 
about answering him. I just stared at him in disbelief.

He turned to the man stood next to him.

"She's fucking flipped. I'm gonna go and ring Helmund, 
to see if he can find anyone who'll take her."

"But what about the filming?"

"She's not gonna be any good for filming; in fact, I 
can't think she'll even be any good to sell for use in 
a flesh pit. Who'd pay money to fuck that heap of 
shit?"

They both left, and I was again on my own in silence. 
Now I know I said I have no idea of time, but they 
weren't gone very long this time, before I heard the 
doors opening again.

"Well my dear, maybe this will bring you to your 
senses?"

I didn't look up.

"Not interested in this news-paper? You should be. 
Looks like your husband wants you back. Fuck knows why, 
but he's posted a 10,000 euro reward for information 
about your whereabouts."

It was like someone had flicked a switch on the Hoover, 
my body burst into life. I was all at once, filled with 
anticipation, pain, hunger and just about every other 
emotion you can imagine. I sprung from the lying down 
position, to being seated, and stretching myself 
forwards to try to see the news-paper he was holding.

"Let me see, please let me see."

"Well fuck me! She is alive. Now steady on. You get 
yourself sat back down there."

"Please let me see what it says."

"You sit still; I'll read the bits you need to know. 
Looks like he has no idea what has happened to you. The 
police think you've just run-off with a lover by the 
looks of their statement. But your husband is convinced 
that someone must be holding you against your will. 
Well my dear looks like someone believes in you."

"Please are you going to let me go home?"

"Now why should we do that?"

"Please, I beg you."

"But we paid good money for you, and even if we claim 
the reward, we'll only just break even."

"But please, my children need me."

"Well maybe we can strike a bargain?"

"Anything! I'll do anything, just please send me home."

"So at last you're starting to see sense? Maybe we can 
strike a deal, and if you keep your end of the bargain, 
you could end up seeing your children again."

"Please I'm begging you. I'll do what ever you want, 
anything at all, just so long as you let me go home to 
my babies."

"Ok first things first. There's a bathroom through 
there, first thing, get yourself cleaned-up, you look a 
mess, and smell foul. Then I'll have some food brought 
down for you, and you make sure you eat it. I'll also 
send down something for you to read. We'll get you 
smartened-up tomorrow morning, and start filming you 
tomorrow afternoon. So you read the script for the part 
you have to play in the filming, because if you fuck-up 
this chance, you wont get another. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Thank you. I'll do it real good I promise."

"Well make sure you do, because I'll have to lay out 
money tomorrow to get the actors and film crew in, and 
that lot doesn't come cheap."

"I won't let you down I promise. Thank you."

They both left, but now I was somehow on cloud nine, I 
can't explain why. Here I was, still in the hands of 
some kind of unspeakable men, and about to embark on 
the filming of a porno film. But none of that seemed to 
matter; all I could think of was that I would now be 
able to return home to my children and loving husband. 

I rushed around as if floating on air; I was even 
singing to myself while I had my bath! When I came out 
from having my bath, there was a hot meal waiting for 
me, which I ate with a ravenous appetite. Then as I 
settled myself into bed for the night, I picked up the 
large folder that contained the story-line for the 
porno film that they wanted me to perform in the next 
day.

I read the story, and I'm ashamed to say, I even got 
worked-up whilst reading! In fact I have difficulty in 
believing this myself, but from about two pages in, I 
was fingering myself the whole time I was reading. And 
being as I was alone down here, and the noise of the 
lift always gave me an advance warning of anyone 
approaching, I'd thrown the bed covers off, and been 
laid spread wide open. I lost count of the number of 
times I cum, but as I was reading for over an hour, I 
guess it was lots!

Then I put the folder to one side, and started 
fingering myself with both hands. Within minutes I was 
searching the room with my eyes, not moving from the 
bed, but looking to see if there were any objects that 
I could use to insert inside my pussy. Then my gaze 
focused on a hair-brush. This was soon clasped in my 
hand, and the handle was gliding across my clit as it 
slid up inside my pussy. I had now got myself worked 
into so much of a frenzy, I heard the noise of the 
lift, but seemed almost unable to react to it. 

When I did eventually come to my senses, I only had 
time to throw the brush to one side, but not time to 
cover myself up before the lift doors swished open. 
Then two men walked briskly forwards, one either side 
of the bed. I was struggling to gather-up the sheets to 
attempt to cover myself from their gaze. But they both 
dragged the sheets from my grasp, leaving me naked on 
the bed.

"Well my dear, now we've definitely seen a different 
side of your personality. You really enjoyed reading 
that story. Didn't you?"

"I-I just read it because you told me I need to get it 
right tomorrow."

"Don't give me that crap. You were going at it like a 
thing possessed."

"No honest. I'm only laid here without the covers on 
because I was hot."

"I'll say you were hot! You were fucking hot, we've 
been watching you. Didn't you realise this place is 
wired with cameras everywhere. We've been watching your 
every move since you got here. Mind you, up until 
today, you haven't been doing much moving. But you've 
made-up for that tonight."

At that they both started removing their belts, and 
their jeans were soon thrown to one side with their 
boxer shorts. It was obvious I was going to get a 
fucking, and besides, I was at a very high state of 
arousal already. It was pointless resisting, as they 
could easily overpower me. And I also wanted to keep on 
the right side of this man to make sure he didn't go 
back on his agreement to let me go home. So with all 
this in mind, I took hold of both dicks, and did the 
best job I could manage.

First I had one in each hand, stroking up the length of 
their shafts to get them both fully hard. But what had 
started as a task I needed to do to achieve my release, 
rapidly became a pleasurable experience. They both 
started to work on opposite ends of my body. I had one 
man stroking and kissing my legs, while the other was 
massaging my breasts. While the guy was working on my 
breasts, sucking and tweaking my nipples, I worked 
furiously away with his dick. The man on my legs now 
had me spread wide, and was using both hands, and his 
tongue to work on both my pussy and arse. I had already 
been aroused by reading the story, and all my activity 
with the handle of the hair brush, but now I was in 
full slut mode. I had no shame or inhibitions; all I 
wanted was sexual pleasure. And at this point in time, 
it didn't matter who or what supplied it!

They both took full advantage of my wanton behaviour, 
and they both cum several times, in all of my holes. I 
also had many orgasms, a couple of which were quite 
spectacular. But they did eventually run out of steam, 
and about 1 o'clock, they left, and I curled up in bed, 
and drifted off to sleep. I was re-awakened at eight in 
the morning, when one of the guys brought my breakfast. 
This I ate as though I'd not eaten for days, which I 
suppose isn't surprising, as I hadn't had very much to 
eat over the last few days.

After breakfast I spent the first hour getting myself 
ready, and by ten o'clock a hairdresser/beautician had 
arrived. I was pampered and preened for about an hour 
and a half, then given the clothes I was to wear for 
the filming. So by twelve o'clock I was upstairs and 
ready to be introduced to the men that had arrived to 
either perform with me in the film, or were involved in 
the actual making of it. There was about twenty plus 
men, and two big black dogs.

As I'd already read the story that was to be the basis 
of the film, I wasn't surprised to see the dogs. But 
although I'd already been made to have sex with dogs, 
seeing these dogs here, and knowing I would be filmed 
having sex with them, it did make me feel a little 
nervous. So do I tell you what the story line is, or 
just tell you what happened?

I'm going for the latter; I'll tell you what happened, 
some of which was part of the story and filmed, some of 
which just took place because that's the way things 
went. And maybe even that was filmed as well, but 
probably for their own private use.

The film had eight men, me, and two dogs. One man was 
my husband, one my father, and two were acting as my 
brothers. Then there were four robbers. The two dogs 
were supposedly my fathers guard dogs, and they were 
let loose in the garden, but immediately returned to 
the glass patio doors where they spent all their time 
with their faces slobbering against the glass until 
they were eventually let back in at the end of the 
filming. There was one more person, a baby. Not a real 
one thank god, just a doll well wrapped-up, that was 
laid in a carrier/car seat.

The film started with me and my husband arriving at the 
house, my husband carrying the baby in its car seat, 
and as the door is opened we are ushered in at knife 
point. It was then obvious that a robbery was in 
progress, and my father was refusing to open his safe. 
They immediately turn their attention to my baby, 
threatening her with a knife. My father of-course 
starts to cooperate, and the money is removed from the 
safe, and bagged-up.

Then my husband makes a grab for one man, taking his 
knife and putting it to his throat. One of the others 
grabs the baby, and puts a knife to it. My husband has 
no choice but to drop his knife. He is dragged across 
the room, and his arms stretched out wide and bound to 
a shaft of a brush. He is now unable to use his arms, 
as they are held in a crucifix position. A ball gag is 
forced in his mouth, and he is stripped. Now they force 
him to his hands and knees where he is held while he is 
raped.

Next my father is told to expose my tits. He of-course 
feigns reluctance, but a quick threat to the babies 
life, soon sees my tits on show. Now they are naked, 
and he is told to suck on them. The guy fucking my 
husband has shot his load up inside him, and has now 
pulled out. My husband is turned over, so now laid on 
his back he can see my father sucking on my tits. One 
of my brothers is told to suck my husband's dick, he at 
first refuses, but when my baby's life is once again 
threatened he gets on his hands and knees, and takes my 
husbands dick in his mouth. My other brother is now 
told to put his hands up my skirt, and he is soon 
inside my knickers, probing my pussy. I am told to suck 
the other brother's dick; this is the brother who is on 
the floor sucking my husband. Then my skirt and 
knickers are removed, and my father lays on the floor. 
I am told to mount him, and I'm soon astride him, 
sliding his hard long dick up into my pussy. The 
brother that has been fingering me, mounts me from 
behind, sliding his dick up my arse.

So we all fuck away, until my husband, who is being 
sucked off by my brother, starts cumming. They all 
change positions, and gradually each of the Robbers 
join in, only one of them at a time, the others acting-
out the part of knife attacking robbers. They all fuck 
me in every hole possible, and I have cum sprayed over 
me from head to toe. The action lasts for over an hour, 
and I cum many times. Then as they've all spent their 
last juices, I'm left to relax on the settee, where I 
lie down with my legs sprawled wide open.

One of the robbers goes up to the big glass patio 
doors, where the two big Doberman guard dogs have been 
going wild to get in to protect their master (my 
Father).

"Hey don't open those doors. Those dogs will rip us to 
shreds," says one of the burglars.

Continuing to open the doors, the other man replies,

"I don't think they will. They've got a more important 
task on their mind."

As the doors open, in rush the dogs, and they both push 
their noses up into my crotch. I have no option but to 
open my legs as wide as I can, so they can both get 
their tongues in at the same time. They lick me wildly 
for about five minutes, and their dicks are swollen out 
of their sheaths.

"Ok bitch, get yourself into position, the dogs can't 
wait any longer," snaps the man who'd opened the doors 
to let the dogs in.

I did as he ordered, and the first dog mounted me, 
stabbing wildly with his dick. Which was soon into my 
pussy, and forcing his knot hard up to my lips. It only 
took a few determined thrusts before the knot eased 
itself inside, locking his bitch firmly to him. Now he 
fucked with a frenzy, and he had cum his first load 
within less than a minute. He hopped from my back, and 
was facing away from me, but still firmly attached.

Now the other dog tried to mount at the same time, much 
to the amusement of all the men. But the first dog was 
having none of it, and he re-mounted, and started 
another frenzied fucking session. In all I think he 
shot about six loads of cum up me before he eventually 
yielded to the second dog. This second dog was very 
much a repeat of the first, fucking, and then 
dismounting, with me still attached. Then after a short 
breather, he'd re-mount and fuck again. This dog 
session lasted nearly an hour, both dogs having three 
separate sessions at me, each session having multiple 
fucks.

But eventually, the director said, "Ok boys, that's a 
wrap."

With that the filming was over. But not my fucking! I 
was told to go and get cleaned up, and to make a good 
job of washing out my pussy. This I did, thinking my 
days work, and my time as a whore was over. When I came 
back down, smelling fresh and sweet, and neatly 
dressed, I could hardly believe the reaction. The whole 
crew, some twelve or more men, now wanted their turn!

Well I knew I had to go along with it, so I just 
thought, this will be the last time this happens, so I 
might as well make sure I don't up-set anyone. It was 
two hours later, before they were eventually all 
exhausted. And now at this point I was told I could get 
cleaned up again, and I'd be allowed to go to bed.

"But why can't you just take me straight home once I 
get cleaned up?"

"It's not that easy. We have to have the film edited 
and see the first rushes, if everything is ok, then you 
can go home."

"But how long will that take?"

"Don't worry your pretty little cunt about things that 
don't concern you. We'll let you go when we're ready, 
and if you ask again, you won't be going home at all."

With that I kept silent, and made my way to get myself 
cleaned up feeling very dejected. Once I'd finished, I 
was put in the lift, and taken back down to the cellar. 
I went to bed, feeling very let down, and wondering if 
I would ever get to see my Husband and children again. 
When I was awoken in the morning by the man bringing my 
breakfast, I decided, that the only way I would get 
through this was to think positive. So I took my 
breakfast and acted as pleasant as I could.

The man had also brought me some clothes to put on. 
Well I say clothes, but it was really just a sex 
outfit. The full bondage gear, in leather. After 
breakfast I had a bath, and put the gear on. I looked 
disgusting, leather bra with holes that let my nipples 
show through. The so called leather knickers were no 
better; they were like separate holsters for each leg, 
leaving my crotch fully exposed. There were belts and 
buckles in every direction. The only saving grace was 
the big long black leather coat, which nearly reached 
the floor, and gave me a superficial look of 
respectability.

It was now ten in the morning, and I was being escorted 
up in the lift, dressed as a BDSM slave, obviously to 
perform sexual favours for some man, or men. As I said 
earlier, I'd decided to be positive, so I was prepared 
to go along with this treatment until they got 
confirmation the film we'd just done was ok. But from 
then on, I expected to be sent home. I wanted to ask 
how long it would be before they heard about the film, 
but I knew this only got them up-set, and the last 
thing I wanted was to spoil my chances of release.

Nobody told me where they were taking me; they just 
escorted me out of the house into a car. I thought it's 
a good job they gave me this coat. We travelled for 
some miles, until I recognise the outskirts of the 
city. I was now only a few miles from my house. My 
heart leapt into my throat, and I almost started 
crying.

"What's wrong with you?"

Snapped one of the men.

"Are you taking me home?"

What on earth made me say that? They wouldn't be taking 
me home dressed like this.

"Home? You know we're not doing that until we get the 
film rushes."

"No. I mean yes. I'm sorry. It's just. Nothing, I'm 
sorry. I'll be alright in a moment."

I was having real difficulty stringing words together 
to make a cohesive sentence.

"You'd better be. We'll be arriving at the punter's 
place soon."

The car pulled up at the doors to an underground 
garage, the driver opened his window, and spoke into an 
intercom. The doors opened, and in we went. The car 
parked, and the men got out of the front, and came and 
opened my door. They escorted me to a lift, and we were 
soon walking down a plush carpeted hallway. They 
knocked on the door.

"Come in."

We entered, and I stared around in disbelief, the room 
was every bit like a medieval dungeon. Chains, ropes, 
weird contraptions, right down to the cold damp looking 
stone walls. Even the floor was rough cobble stones, 
all uneven and slippery to walk on, especially in high 
healed boots! Stood around, dressed in old leather 
chain-male costumes were about ten men. And over in one 
corner were the film crew that I recognised from 
yesterday, all twelve of them.

"Well gentlemen, here she is. Make use of her as you 
will. We'll be back to collect what's left of her when 
you give us a call. Ha ha. Enjoy yourselves."

And with that the two men who'd brought me, turned and 
left.

I have never been into BDSM, even just reading the 
stories or looking at pictures turns me off, so 
standing here, and not really knowing what these men 
were going to do, I began to get very frightened.

"Ok you can take that coat off now." Said one man. I 
won't try to describe who said what, as I have no idea 
who any of these men were. And anyway, most of who said 
what is now a blur.

I removed my coat, and stood there, nipples standing 
proud through the holes in the bra. I'm not sure if I 
was sexually aroused, or they were erect through fear.

"Come-on bitch, get yourself over here, and spread your 
legs so we can see your cunt." His tone was very 
demanding, and he held a long leather whip in his right 
hand. I dashed to where he was beckoning me to stand; 
it was a circular table top, about a metre across, only 
a centimetre or two off the ground. As I stood there, 
legs stretched wide to either edge of this table top, 
it started revolving slowly around. This was 
reminiscent of the revolving table the other men had me 
lashed to last week, except this time I was standing 
up. The men all stood in a circle around me, most had 
whips of one kind or another, and they were now 
starting to bring them into play.

They started gently, or at least most of the men did, 
more stroking than whipping my flesh with the tassels 
of their whips. But one man was particularly sadistic, 
and his lashes were definitely not meant to arouse, he 
was intent on causing pain, and he was succeeding. I 
flinched every time one of his blows made contact with 
my flesh. I must admit, the attention I was receiving 
from the others was starting to have an effect, and I 
could feel myself getting aroused. 

As I said, not all of the men had whips, some of them 
were just stroking my flesh, and you can guess which 
areas they were concentrating on. But now a couple of 
them had strange clips, like giant spring loaded 
clothes-pegs. And they were toying with me, pulling my 
flesh into these clips, and then slowly letting the 
clip grip my flesh as they pulled them off me. This 
hurt, but in a strange way was also arousing me. In 
fact, this whole thing, the contrast of some men being 
gentle, and some deliberately brutal, was really 
getting me aroused.

Now the men with the clips were starting to pull flesh 
into them, and letting the clips snap shut on my flesh, 
which really was causing pain, enough to make me wince. 
Other men were undoing buckles, and my clothes such as 
they were, were coming off. Soon I was naked, and they 
walked me across to a swing. This swing hadn't got a 
flat seat as normal, just a round pole, held up by two 
ropes. As they sat me on it, they slid me backwards, so 
that I slipped off the back, the pole stopping under 
the backs of my knees. My knees were pulled apart, and 
tied with ropes to the suspending rope at the ends of 
the poles, pulling my legs wide open. My wrist were 
tied into loops on the suspending ropes, so I was now 
slumped down, my open pussy on full show, and my tits 
hanging over the front of the pole. Some of the men 
were still running their whips gently across my naked 
flesh. The sadistic guy was whipping at any exposed 
pink flesh he could see. But most of them were now into 
attaching clips onto my flesh.

This was as I'd expected from seeing photos, very 
painful, but weirdly arousing. Now the suspending ropes 
of the swing were pulled, raising the pole, hence me 
higher. They stopped when my pussy was at about the 
average dick height of most of the men. One man 
approached me, and started easing his dick up my hole. 
Once he was in, he held his hands on the pole, and 
swung it back and forwards, fucking me on and off his 
big hard dick. This brought about such strong arousal, 
that it temporarily blocked out the pain the other men 
were inflicting. This first man pulled his dick out, 
and stood there shooting his cum up at my torso, some 
reached my face, but most landed on my tummy and tits.

Now two more men approached, and one eased himself up 
my arse from behind me, and then when he was fully in, 
the other one pushed at my pussy from the front. These 
men positioned themselves, so that they could push the 
swing back and forth, alternately pushing a dick up one 
hole and then the other. This again got my adrenalin 
flowing, and even though the men were now starting to 
stab needles into my flesh, once the initial sting of 
the piercing was over, the fucking I was getting was 
somehow dulling the pain. Now both these men pulled 
out, and stood facing me while they shot their cum at 
my face.

Next I was untied, and now I was feeling pain from just 
about every part of my body, I had clips and needles 
all over me. As they lowered me to the floor, I had 
difficulty walking. They half dragged me to a small 
table, where they laid me face down. Then without 
warning, I felt the violent lash of a leather whip.

"Crack!"

If I'd thought that man was being sadistic before with 
his whip, then I was much mistaken. Comparatively, he 
had just been tickling me.

"Crack!"

And again.

"Crack!"

The pain was like nothing I'd ever experienced, as the 
lashes rained down across my back and bottom. They 
didn't stop, and although I didn't look around, I could 
somehow tell it wasn't just one man doing it. I went 
past tears, and blacked out.

When I did come back to my senses, I was spread-eagled 
across a man who was laid on his back on the floor. He 
was stuck deep up my pussy, and another man was on my 
back, fucking my arse. They weren't bothered whether I 
was conscious or not, all they wanted was a hole to 
fuck! Both these men shot their cum up inside me, but I 
was in no state to react to them. Then as they pulled 
out, two more men lifted me, and lay me on my back on 
the table I'd just been whipped on.

The men were stood all around looking at my naked body, 
then I saw two men either side with whips! A cold 
shiver ran down my spine as all the other men backed-
off to give them room. Somehow seeing the men, and 
knowing when the blows would strike seemed worse. And I 
felt more vulnerable being on my back, with my tender 
under body exposed. But I guess this is what gave them 
their pleasure, because they now took it in turns to 
flail my breasts and tummy with their whips, cutting my 
flesh and the red blood splashed everywhere. Once 
again, I went from tears to screams, and then to 
blacking-out within a very short time.

And once again I came to my senses being fucked; but 
this time, there was a man fucking my mouth, one in my 
arse, and two more trying to force their dicks up my 
pussy. Although I was now conscious, I didn't make it 
obvious, I laid like a lump of dead meat, letting them 
abuse me. This is when I was really horrified!

All the pain, all the abuse, all the mutilation, was as 
nothing when I heard what the men were saying. Exact 
words I can't remember, but it was something like.

"She's an awesome bitch. I thought I heard that they 
couldn't get her to cooperate, and they were going to 
dump her?"

"Yeh. She freaked out. And they couldn't do a thing 
with her, but they tried the old carrot, and she fell 
for it."

"What's that then?"

"They told her that her husband had posted a reward, 
and that if she behaved herself, and fucked well for 
the filming, they'd let her go home, and they'd collect 
the reward instead of having her."

"And has he?"

"Has he fuck! Well come to think of it, he might have 
done for all I know. But who the fuck cares, so long as 
she thinks he has, she'll do as she's told. And they've 
got one film in the bag, and she's well on her way to 
being trained."

"So she doesn't know its all shit?"

"No. They'll string her along for a few weeks, making 
as much money as possible out of her. This film today 
will be worth a bomb. I'll bet just the two films over 
the last two days will have more than cleared her 
cost."

"So what if she turns into a zombie again?"

"She'll be so used to fucking sessions by the time she 
realises, that it'll only take a few beatings to get 
her fucking again. If not they'll just slit her throat, 
and dump her."

"Seems a shame. She was a pretty little thing before we 
marked her up."

"She's only a fucking whore; this is all she's any good 
for. Hang on, looks like she's coming around."

I'm sure you can imagine how hard this hit me, I felt 
like screaming and lashing out. But I knew it would 
achieve nothing. I had to make my mind up what I was 
going to do. I could resign myself to this life of 
debauchery, but no, there was no way that I could live 
like this. I could retreat back into my shell, like 
before, and just be a zombie. In fact this was nearly 
what happened, without it being a conscious decision. 
But from somewhere deep inside, my love for my husband 
and children gave me the determination to fight this. 
But how? My abuse carried on, and I just let them do as 
they wanted without any resistance. All I could think 
was that I need to turn the tables. But how I had no 
idea. 

I endured their depraved amusement for about another 
thirty minutes, before the last man decided he'd had 
enough, at which point the filming stopped. I was then 
fucked by most of the film crew, which must have taken 
the best part of an hour. Then the two men arrived to 
take me back to my place of imprisonment. They had to 
carry or part drag me to the car, with my arms draped 
around both their shoulders. I was pushed into the back 
of the car, where I flaked out across the back seat. 
The doors were closed, and off they sped.

"The fucking traffic in this bloody city is getting 
beyond a joke." Said the driver.

"You can't expect any different at this time in the 
afternoon, its rush-hour. All these hard working people 
are going home from a hard days work." Replied the 
other man sarcastically.

The car was stop start, stop start all the time, and I 
was getting jostled back and forwards on the seat.

"Shit. Fucking red light."

The car stopped suddenly throwing me to the floor. I 
picked myself up, and in doing so, I caught a glance of 
the traffic around us. We were stopped at a red light, 
at the front of the queue of cars, in the middle of 
three lanes of traffic. Then I suddenly had an idea, I 
knew the rear doors couldn't be opened from the inside 
of the car. But I also knew that the rear windows would 
operate from the controls on the rear door, or at 
least, they did on the way here this morning.

The lights changed to green, I hit the window down 
button, as the car moved off. As soon as the gap was 
big enough, my arm was out of the window, and the rear 
door release button pressed. Then with the car 
beginning to pick-up speed, I rolled myself out of the 
door. I hit the road, and the gravel surface burned 
into my skin as it ripped through the leather coat. 
There was a screeching of car tyres as the car I'd 
rolled out in front of swerved and skidded to a halt, 
missing my head by inches. I looked up and could see 
the car I'd just jumped from had stopped some fifty 
metres up the road. The driver jumped out, and was 
about to run back. But at that point, the occupants of 
the car that had nearly run me over, both dashed to see 
how I was. Obviously on the driver seeing these other 
men at my side, he'd just given me up as a bad job, got 
back in his car, and the car shot off into the 
distance.

The men were of-course amazed to see my naked and 
mutilated body that was now exposed due to the fragile 
nature of the fashion leather coat. But I guess, even a 
fashion leather coat must have given me some protection 
from the road. I was soon in hospital, with police at 
my bedside. And within the hour, my beloved Göran had 
his arms gently wrapped around me. The tears flowed all 
night long, especially when Göran left at about ten, to 
go home and look after our children. They kept me in 
overnight, but I was released the next day. 

What did the police say? Well as I told them that I'd 
lost my memory, and could tell them nothing, there was 
little they could say. Göran was just happy to have me 
home, and he nursed me back to health. He never ask any 
questions, he said if I ever was able, and wanted to 
tell him, he would listen, but he'd never push me.

Well that's my story told. No I lie. That wasn't quite 
the end, some two months later; the police arrived at 
our house. They told us to be prepared for a shock. 
They then put a video on. It was me, the first film, 
including the dog fucking. They said they had to tell 
us, the film was available on the internet. It was 
impossible for them to track it down, or prevent its 
sale. So they said be prepared just in-case anyone 
recognises you, and either makes comments, or 
propositions you, thinking you are a tart. My Göran was 
so sympathetic to me, and never once said anything bad 
about what he'd seen me do in that film.

The police left, and it was some months before anything 
relating to this emerged. Still this is another story, 
maybe I'll tell this story some other time.

END

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