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My Humiliation - 2
by Kathy S. (kathyseroticstories@yahoo.co.uk)

***

Yhis is a continuation from part one of my story. it 
tells of the events that happened during and after my 
friends wedding. the attack i suffered at the hands of 
Jimmies young brother. and my rejection by my mother 
and the realization that i was alone. (MMF, ped, nc, 
rp, intr, 1st, mc)
 
***

As I continue the story of My Humiliation, I describe 
the events after that fateful night when Jimmy allowed 
his black friend Moses to rape me, the time period 
spans about a year or so. In part one I described how 
Jimmy brought home Moses after promising him that he 
could fuck me for a pound; "Quite a lot of money in 
those days." The events that happened leading up to, 
during and after they raped me.

I awoke in the morning after a fitful sleep, not really 
sure if what had happened to me was real, or some kind 
of nightmare. It soon became apparent that it was no 
nightmare when I moved to get out of bed; the soreness 
between my legs was unreal. 

While Jimmy lay there snoring I began to examine my 
body, My breasts were bruised and my nipples felt raw, 
they were still solid from the excessive sucking and 
biting they had received from my two rapists, they were 
so sensitive I could barely touch them. My inner thighs 
too, were badly bruised, with deep purple welts where 
Jimmy and Moses had roughly forced them apart, 

When I saw my vagina I began to sob silently, the outer 
lips were badly bruised, swollen and chafed from the 
friction as I was raped. Holding my outer lips open 
gently, I began to probe my inner depths, the soreness 
was unreal, as I looked at myself, I thought my fanny 
resembled a piece of raw meet that had been rubbed with 
sandpaper. 

"You playing with yourself; didn't you get enough cock 
last night?" 

Startled I almost fell off the bed, Jimmy was awake, he 
sneered "if you want a bit more I can manage a quickie 
before I go to work?" "No Jimmy no, it's just that my 
fanny's sore."

Over the next week or so, I tried to talk to Jimmy 
about what had happened the night he brought Moses 
home, I told him I would forgive him, and it must never 
happen again, Jimmy was all apologies, and said it 
wouldn't happen again. Apart from Jimmy getting drunk 
and occasionally forcing sex on me things were not too 
bad, no one seemed to know what had happened that 
night, and that's how I wanted it to stay. 

My girlfriends and I used to get together sometimes and 
chat about women's things; "as girls do," often the 
conversation would turn to sex, "these were my 
embarrassing moments." One of the girls "Maggie" was 
getting married in a few weeks, me being the only one 
so far who was already married, most of the questions 
were directed at me. 

As far as I knew, most of my friends had indulged in 
sex in some way or another; at least they gave that 
impression. "Kathy, what was it like the first time 
Jimmy fucked you?" Ann asked me. "We know he was your 
first cock, because he told everyone at the party that 
he broke your cherry," said Janet. I could feel my face 
reddening as the onslaught of questions continued, "Why 
didn't you make him were a Johnny Kathy, does he use 
them now, do you put it on for him?" Pauline wanted to 
know. 

"I have seen your Jimmy in the pub with that black 
bloke," Marion said, "I bet he's got a big cock, they 
say all blacks have big dicks don't they, I wander what 
it would be like being fucked by one," she laughed. 

The girls were all giggling and I was squirming in my 
seat; thoughts running through my head, "has Jimmy said 
anything, did Moses tell them, do they know Moses 
fucked me," 

I was brought back to my senses by Ann, "You must know 
Moses quite well Kathy; him being Jimmy's friend. How 
would you fancy shagging him; just imagine his big 
black dick sliding in and out of you. I bet you 
fantasize about him don't you Kathy?" 

"No, no I don't, I don't even like him, I cried, I 
don't know how any white woman could fuck a black man." 
They were all staring at me, oh god I thought; I hope I 
haven't given the game away.

Things were again ok between Jimmy and me; although I 
was always a bit wary whenever he brought his friends 
home, I would try to find an excuse to go out. The day 
came for Maggie's wedding, and Jimmy and I were 
invited, he didn't want to take the kids and said his 
mother would look after them for the day, and keep them 
overnight. 

My parents still wouldn't have anything to do with me, 
or even speak to me. The few times I asked if they 
wanted to see my children, "they said they wanted 
nothing to do with my bastards." Obviously they never 
baby sat for me. 

Maggie and her new husband Robin looked fabulous on the 
day, her in a lovely white dress, and Robin in his top 
hat and tail coat, they made a lovely couple. The 
service went really well; then it was on to the 
reception, which was held in a nice hotel. Before the 
wedding breakfast everyone congregated in the bar, 
chatting and having a few drinks. 

I noticed Jimmy was putting them away pretty quick and 
asked him to slow down, He told me, "fuck off and stop 
spoiling my enjoyment;" several people heard him and 
began staring at us, I was so embarrassed. During the 
meal I felt on edge; was he going to ruin the day for 
Maggie and Robin. He seemed to calm down though, and 
during the evening I thought he was trying hard to 
behave; we had a few dances and a laugh and joke with 
other guests. 

I noticed he was missing for some time, and went 
looking for him, I saw a crowd outside the men's 
toilet, and someone said there was a bloke in there 
fucking a woman. A hotel manager went in and ordered 
the pair of them out; it was Jimmy and Carol; my 
friend, Carol was all apologies, as you would expect: 
Jimmy just said with a grin to the crowd, "She was a 
lovely jump." 

We walked out into the foyer and he took a used condom 
from his pocket, handing it to me he said, "Take this 
home with you and wash it: you'll need it later;" 
disgusted I threw it into a bin. I wanted to leave but 
Jimmy wouldn't let me. Later in the evening I was 
talking to a couple of men, quite innocently; Jimmy 
came over and asked them bluntly, "Are you trying to 
chat up my wife, she's frigid, so it'll take more than 
a couple of wankers like you to loosen her up?" 

I thought they were going to hit him; but they just 
walked away. People were steering clear of me now, I 
suppose they didn't want any trouble with Jimmy. When 
we left the hotel he was quite drunk; three other men 
left at the same time and Jimmy introduced me to them 
as his spunk bag; "his pet nickname for me;" he went 
on; "I call her spunk bag, because there's nothing she 
likes better than a bellyful of man juice;" they all 
ignored my protests, and laughed.

Walking home I was beginning to feel very nervous, the 
three men were still with us; whispering to Jimmy, I 
said, "Where do they think they're going?" 

He laughed, "Home with us, we are having a gang bang; 
they're all going to screw you." 

I pleaded with Jimmy, "Oh god no jimmy; please don't 
let them do this to me; not again please." I tried to 
run; but he grabbed my arm; we were almost home; I 
said, "I'll scream!"

He punched me in the stomach knocking the wind out of 
me; he was dragging me down our entry, now we were at 
our door, I struggled but one of the men helped pull me 
into the house. 

I was crying and begging them not to do anything to me. 
One of the men said, "I haven't come all this way for 
fuck all. This bloke "Jimmy" said we could all shag you 
for a few pounds and that's what we're going to do." 

They were pulling me upstairs and I was struggling and 
crying; one of them grabbed me by my hair and snarled, 
"Stop fighting you little cunt or I'll knock the shit 
out of you." I was pulled into the bedroom and forced 
onto the bed; my clothes were just torn from my body 
and I was naked, there were hands everywhere; squeezing 
my tits; fingers pushed inside me, and some ones hard 
cock was forced into my mouth. 

I could smell and taste the dirty, cheesy, unwashed 
prick as it was thrust in and out of my mouth; I bit 
down on it, trying to make it go away; getting a 
massive smack in my face for my trouble: then my mouth 
was filling up, he was shooting jet after jet, of his 
filthy cum down my throat. He held my nose and kept 
saying, "Swallow! Swallow my load dirty bitch."

Next my legs were forced wide and one of them crawled 
on top of me; I could feel him trying to find the 
opening to my vagina as I struggled; "I need some lube, 
her fanny's dry," he said. Jimmy gave him the jar of 
Vaseline and he rubbed some on to my pussy, and a bit 
more on his dick. 

I was begging him to stop, but he took no notice, his 
cock was at the entrance to my hole and he just pushed 
himself in. "Please use a Johnny," I cried, "Jimmy, 
make him put a Johnny on, I don't want a baby." 

Jimmy replied; "The condom I gave you at the hotel was 
the last one, I told you to keep it and wash it didn't 
I."

I couldn't believe what he was saying; he had really 
meant it. The man doing me was very quick; he came 
after a dozen or so thrusts crying, "Aaagh! Aaagh!" as 
he emptied his seed into me. 

Someone else pulled him off and took his place, lifting 
my legs up onto his shoulders and ramming his prick 
right up my hole; he went in easy because of the 
mixture of Vaseline, and the other mans spunk; he was 
very rough, and I think he was doing his best to hurt 
me. 

After he emptied his balls inside my cunt, he began 
kissing me, slobbering all round my mouth; I could 
smell his vile breath; I was telling him, "Stop, get 
off me, leave me alone, please leave me alone:" I 
pushed at him, trying to get his mouth off mine; I 
poked him in the eye, and he yelped, "You fuckin' 
little bitch, you rotten whore," he snarled. He punched 
me in the face, splitting my bottom lip. 

I was dazed by the blow, but then I felt agonising pain 
in my breasts, He had hold of both my nipples and was 
squeezing, and twisting them so hard, I thought they 
were going to burst; I screamed and a hand clamped over 
my mouth. Jimmy growled at me, "Shut up you stupid 
bitch, or the neighbours will here you and call the 
cops; they'll think your being murdered." After he 
removed his hand I just lay there, weeping softly to 
myself; thinking my ordeal was over, 

It wasn't; there was still one of them hadn't had his 
turn fucking me: as he so delicately put it. It was the 
first one who had forced me to gobble him, I refused to 
turn over on my back, so he lay behind me pulling my 
knees up to my tummy and entered me from behind; it 
took him a long time to cum because the position was so 
uncomfortable, and all the time he had an arm round me 
and was trying to squeeze and rub my tits; it was all I 
could do to keep my hands on them for their protection. 

My assault went on for most of the night; I was 
vaginally and orally raped so many times I lost count. 
After they had all finished with me and were leaving 
Jimmy asked for his money, One of the men promptly 
punched him in the face, knocking him to the floor and 
breaking his nose, they gave him a few kicks for good 
measure then left; one turned to me and said, "Thanks 
for the ride and gobble, if you ever want a repeat look 
us up."

After Jimmy came to his senses I cleaned up his bloody 
nose and face; I then cleaned myself as best I could, 
trying to remove all traces of the spunk from my hair, 
face, body and vagina that had been deposited by the 
men; We then made our way to the casualty department of 
our local hospital. After a lot of awkward questions 
they fixed Jimmies nose and then put a couple of 
stitches in my split lip. All Jimmy could talk about 
was those bastards, "The fuckers never paid me, not 
even a pound; they shagged you all night and broke my 
nose; then they pissed off without paying." 

He swore he would get even with them, "I'll find out 
who they were, I'll make them pay for this, you see, 
I'll find them and break their fuckin' legs." 

It turned out that Jimmy didn't know the men; they 
struck up a conversation with him in the hotel and 
talked about him screwing Carol in the toilet. He told 
them he could arrange a gang bang with me if they were 
up for it, but it would cost them money: I never did 
find out how much I was worth for a nights fucking with 
those men, nor did Jimmy ever see them again.

I spent the next couple of weeks on edge, worrying that 
I might be pregnant again. The next door neighbours 
complained to me about the noise from our house that 
night, they said, "We nearly called the police, 
thinking Jimmy was beating you up; they said they saw 
the men leaving; and us going off to the hospital and 
thought we had a party that got out of hand." It turned 
out, their kids slept in the bedroom next to ours, and 
they were kept awake all night by the noise; especially 
from our creaky old spring bed, and all the oohs... and 
ahhs... the men made.

By now you have probably realized that I was completely 
under Jimmies control, not just mentally, but 
physically too. I was at a stage where I was so afraid 
of him, that I would more or less do anything to keep 
on his good side. Over the past few months Jimmy had 
taken to beating me for even the slightest of reasons; 
e.g. Paul, Jimmy's youngest brother came round to the 
house one day and tried to touch me up.

I told him to stop it and get out; but he just carried 
on; feeling my arse and grabbing my tits; he pushed me 
onto the sofa and held me down, as he put his hand up 
my skirt: I was struggling with him; trying to get him 
off me. Even though he was only thirteen years old at 
the time, he was much bigger and stronger than me. 

I said, "Get off me, leave me alone or I will tell 
Jimmy."

He just laughed and replied, "That's ok, Jimmy said I 
could come round and shag you any time I want to; I 
know all about the blokes who pay Jimmy to fuck you." 

I was shocked when I heard what he was saying, It was 
true; Jimmy had been bringing men home and making me 
have sex with them; it happened on several occasions 
since the night of Maggie's wedding, sometimes just one 
man, sometimes more, but always with a condom, I 
insisted they always wear a rubber, and Jimmy agreed. 

Paul managed to get his hand inside the leg of my 
knickers; he got a couple of his fingers into my 
vagina, scraping my labia with his dirty nails and 
making me yell, "Get off me you little bastard; take 
your filthy fingers out of me, your hurting me."

Paul laughed and got up off me. "It's my birthday in a 
couple of weeks," he said. "What are you giving me for 
my present?" 

I said, "Your getting nothing from me you dirty little 
pervert. Now fuck off." 

Paul grinned at me as he walked to the door, he stopped 
and said, "I already know what I'm getting anyway; 
Jimmy said I can have your hole."

As if things weren't bad enough for me, Jimmy making me 
fuck; all his cronies and any other bloke willing to 
pay him for the privilege, now he was going to let his 
kid brother do me; and he was still classed as a minor, 
I thought Christ almighty I could get sent to prison if 
it got out I had shagged a fourteen year old. 

When I told Jimmy what Paul had done he hit me and 
said, "The next time my kid brother comes on to you; 
you let him have it. You hear me?" He hit me again and 
I nodded yes. "He's got to learn somewhere, so I told 
him he can practice on you." 

***

I was living in fear of Jimmy by now, I never knew what 
mood he would be in when he came home, if his dinner 
wasn't waiting for him when he got in from work, I 
could expect a beating. On the odd occasions that he 
took me out, he would spend the whole time insulting 
and belittling me; referring to me as his spunk bag; 
telling people I was a good ride and a great little 
gobbler, "Kathy loves nothing better than her pussy; 
and mouth full of spunk," he would tell people.

I realized that I no longer had any friends, not real 
friends anyway; only those that Jimmy allowed me to 
have, On the whole they treated me like I was shit. I 
knew I had a terrible reputation; everyone seemed to 
know the sort of life I was leading. I even had people 
calling me names in the street, such as, "old bag, 
whore and pro." 

If only these people knew the truth; that I was being 
forced to live like this by my husband; then they would 
realize I wasn't the bad person: but the victim. What 
could I do, I couldn't stand up to Jimmy, I was too 
scared of him; I couldn't leave him either, because I 
had nowhere else to go. My parents didn't want me or 
the kids, even though they knew how I had gotten into 
this nightmare situation, I saw my mother at the shops 
one day and she ignored me; so I went after her, 
Begging and pleading with her to help me. 

Hanging on to her arm as she tried to walk away, "Mummy 
please help me, please let me come home with the kids; 
mummy please; I need to get away from Jimmy; please; 
please?" I begged her. 

She shook me free and snapped back, "You wouldn't heed 
our warnings, you thought you knew better; we told you 
what that bastard was like, but still you went with 
him, Now you've made your bed so lie in it; and don't 
bother us any more." With that my mother walked away 
and left me standing in the middle of the crowded 
shopping centre crying my eyes out. 

People were staring at me; I could hear them whispering 
about me; yet I was alone; no one spoke to me; no one 
cared. It dawned on me that I would never get away from 
Jimmy; this was my life; I had no future; all my dreams 
had crashed. I was in a daze as I walked aimlessly 
towards the road; my mind was in turmoil; so many 
different thoughts racing through it, I thought I heard 
a squeal of tyres on the road as if in the distance, I 
was lying down.

People were looking at me, everything was turning black 
and there was a sort of peacefulness. I had escaped, I 
had escaped Jimmy in the only possible way I could.

Author's Note: I would like to thank the readers who 
have been in touch with me, Thanking and congratulating 
me, on my first attempt to write an erotic story. I 
very much appreciate the time and effort you have 
taken. I would however remind you that my story is 
written from memory; as such it probably mirrors the 
memories of countless other women throughout the world. 

Although my story is spiced up with the graphic use of 
language that was used in my younger days; it does not 
condone the physical and sexual abuse that so many 
women suffer.

Kathy S.         

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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