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My Rapist
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

A young wife is raped one afternoon when she goes 
shopping. Her rapist likes her so much he keeps coming 
back for more. (M+/F, nc, rp, wife, M-dom, bd, exh, ws)

***

It is every woman's worst nightmare. It happened to me 
today. I went to the mall in the morning. I didn't 
really need anything. It's just fun to look around. My 
chores were done and I didn't have anything to do 
except stop by the grocery store on the way home and 
pick up a few things. 

I looked around at some cute outfits. I couldn't afford 
them and I didn't need them but it was fun to look. It 
would have been more fun if I had someone to go with. 
Since I graduated from high school six months ago it 
seemed like most of my friends had either gone away to 
some university or other, or had gotten married and 
moved away, or gone to work. 

My husband, Sean, had a good job. You couldn't say we 
were well off, but we didn't lack for any of the 
necessities and Sean didn't think I should go to work 
right away. I was never much of a student, so advanced 
education wasn't in my future. I would probably get a 
job eventually, but I didn't really have any skills, so 
people weren't calling me up and offering me jobs. I 
was just going to take it easy for a while and see how 
things worked out. 

So I was alone that day, as usual. The only thing that 
I bought was a magazine and then I headed for the 
grocery store. It was Monday and normally Monday 
morning is a pretty good time to shop. It was busier 
than usual today though. I was half way down the row in 
the parking lot before I found an empty space, so I 
went ahead and drove a little farther so that I could 
park near the cart return. 

I went in and bought the items I needed. It wasn't 
much, milk and bread and a few odds and ends. I had so 
few items that when I left the store I didn't even use 
a cart. It was a nice day, so I didn't mind walking 
half way across the parking lot. I wasn't getting much 
exercise lately anyway. 

I used the trunk release button on my key fob and 
dropped my groceries in the trunk. Then I walked around 
to my door to get in. I was startled by a sudden noise 
behind me and before I could even look to see what it 
was I had a hand clasping my mouth and a very large 
knife was being held in front of my face. 

I can't fully explain the feelings I experienced at 
that moment. I was truly terrified for the first time 
in my life. I was helpless, and totally under someone 
else's control. That is a terrible feeling. I was so 
scared I could hardly breathe.

I never even considered resisting. The man guided me 
slowly backwards and through the side door of his van. 
It was one of those windowless, work vans. There was a 
blanket blocking off any view through the windshield in 
the front. We were in a totally private room in a 
public parking lot.

Once I was on my knees in the van and the door was 
closed the man held me close and whispered in my ear, 
"Are you going to be good if I take my hand away from 
your mouth?"

I fully intended to do anything and everything he told 
me to do as long as he had that huge knife he was 
holding in front of my face. More than anything else, I 
just wanted to live. Nothing else mattered.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" he asked.

"Myra," I whispered.

"How old are you?" he wanted to know.

"Eighteen."

"You're a child bride! How long have you been married?"

I was so terrified I couldn't even remember!

"A few months," I finally stammered in response.

"You are very beautiful," he said.

That didn't seem to require an answer, so I stayed on 
my knees on the mattress which covered the back of the 
van and waited to see what the man wanted. Well, I was 
pretty sure that I knew what he wanted. I was just 
praying that I would survive it. I prayed that he 
wouldn't drive me somewhere and rape me and kill me. 

That part of my prayer was answered. We stayed right 
there in the parking lot. He asked me, "Do you want to 
take your clothes off, or do you want me to cut them 
off?"

What I wanted was to get in my car and go home. That 
wasn't one of the options he was offering me. So I took 
a deep breath and pulled my t-shirt off, carefully. I 
set my shirt aside and he ordered me to turn so that he 
could better enjoy the show.

I turned so that I faced the man who had pulled me into 
the truck and saw him for the first time. He was a 
rough looking man who appeared to be in his late 
thirties or early forties. He looked like the kind of 
man that might show up if you called for a plumber or 
carpenter. The main difference was the undisguised look 
of lust on his face. 

I reached behind my back and unfastened my bra. I 
dropped it on my shirt and reached for the button on my 
shorts. The man's rough hand reached out and explored 
my breast and I hesitated while he held my sensitive 
breast. He squeezed it lightly for a moment before 
concentrating on my nipple. He pinched my nipples and 
pulled on them, first one and then the other. It 
bothered me that they got so hard so fast. I knew that 
it was not something I could control, and that it 
certainly didn't mean that I was getting excited. I 
just didn't want him to think that I was.

He finally released my nipples and I finished 
unfastening the button on my shorts and pulled down the 
zipper. I had been sitting on my heels, but now I 
straightened out and pushed my shorts and my panties 
down together. I sat down on the mattress and slid my 
sandals off and then pushed my shorts down my legs and 
dropped them onto my other clothes.

The man reached out and pushed my legs apart and stared 
at my naked body for a while, a long while. He was only 
wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts and the bulge in his 
shorts was obvious. 

He told me that as long as I continued to behave that 
he would set the knife aside. He didn't really need the 
knife. He was twice my size. I just nodded, grateful 
that it was out of my face and I was no longer an inch 
from being scarred for life, or killed.

I looked away as he undressed. He was quickly naked and 
he stretched out beside me and pulled me down and we 
made out like lovers for a while. I didn't respond at 
first, but a quick threat was all it took to make me 
return his kisses. He kissed me, gently at first and 
then with more and more passion, all the while moving 
his hands over my body. 

We went on like that for a long time before he put his 
hand in my hair and started guiding my head. He 
instructed me to kiss and lick as he guided my mouth 
around his torso. He liked having me suck his nipples. 
He even made me lick his armpits, which, thankfully, 
were clean. I didn't mind this part so much. I didn't 
like it, but I knew where it was going and I wasn't 
anxious. I still had not looked below his waist. I 
didn't want to see his penis. 

I was not sexually inexperienced. I had become sexually 
active when I was a sophomore, at the age of sixteen. I 
had had sex with a half a dozen guys in high school 
before I got engaged to Sean. I like sex. It is a lot 
of fun, it's exciting. I like being touched. I like the 
feeling of power I get when I see that look of lust in 
a man's face when he undresses me. 

I like kissing and touching and I even like to suck a 
nice hard cock. If I am really turned on I don't even 
mind when a guy cums in mouth! As long as I get mine 
next.

I am not promiscuous though. I have never fucked on a 
first date, or second or third. I have never done it 
with a guy I didn't have feelings for. I have never 
been forced before. 

My rapist was in no hurry. I spent a long time kissing 
and licking his hairy chest and his stomach. At some 
point I could no longer avoid seeing his hard, 
throbbing, drooling cock. It was inches from my face at 
this point and it was the fattest cock I had ever seen. 
It didn't seem unusually long, but its thickness made 
it seem even more threatening that it would normally 
have been under these circumstances.

It wasn't long before I was licking and kissing his 
cock, and then sucking him. I had thought that I was a 
pretty skilled cocksucker. I was having trouble with 
his fat cock though. My lips stretched uncomfortably 
around his cock and despite the way he forcefully 
pushed on my head, I was never able to take more than 
half of his cock into my mouth. He gave me a good 
fifteen minutes to try.

While he forced my head up and down on his cock he 
ordered me to tickle his balls and use my hand on the 
large portion of his cock that I could not get in my 
mouth. He came suddenly, with no warning at all. He was 
holding my head in his firm grip so that I couldn't 
move away. I choked and gagged as the first spurts of 
cum erupted into my mouth, but at last I got myself 
under control and managed, finally, to swallow his cum. 

He made me stop sucking and then he relaxed with my 
mouth wrapped around his softening cock. As we lay 
there quietly and his breathing returned to normal, I 
suddenly became aware of the sounds from outside in the 
parking lot. Cars were driving by. People were talking. 
I could hear the sound of carts being pushed over to 
the cart return. I was laying here naked with a strange 
man's cock in my mouth while ten feet away people were 
just going about there business. It seemed bizarre!

My rapist rested for a moment and then he pulled me up 
beside him. He got up on his knees and started kissing 
and licking his way down my body, just like he had made 
me do it for him. He was very skillful and by the time 
he was kneeling between my wide spread thighs and 
licking and kissing my pussy I had to admit that I was 
actually getting turned on. I hated it, but I couldn't 
deny it.

I moaned and quivered through several orgasms before he 
got up over me and ordered me to put his revitalized 
cock into me. I spoke to him for the first time since I 
had answered his questions when he first pulled me into 
the truck. I tentatively reached for his large cock and 
whispered, "Please, don't hurt me."

He looked me in the eye and said with a smirk, "You 
aren't fooling anyone, little girl. I saw how hot you 
got. I saw how many times you came when I was eating 
you. You were having fun. Believe me. You're going to 
love this."

I closed my eyes as he started pushing into me but he 
ordered me to open them. "Keep your eyes open little 
girl. I want to see your whole life change when you 
find out what it's like to be fucked by a real man."

I stared into his eyes as I felt his cock pushing into 
me. It was painful at first, but I was certainly wet 
enough and, to be honest, it was more of a sensation of 
pressure than pain. His cock was easily twice as thick 
as any cock I had experienced since I had become 
sexually active in the past two years. 

He was very slow and deliberate, staring me in the face 
the entire time as he pushed his cock all the way into 
me and then he paused and let me take a breath. I 
realized that I had been panting, hyperventilating, as 
he entered me. 

As soon as I calmed down he started fucking me. He 
moved slowly at first, then faster and more and more 
forcefully. I have never been able to have an orgasm 
from just getting fucked. Not without something else 
happening too. 

I had once cum while I was bent over a hassock watching 
a porn movie while my husband was fucking me from 
behind and talking about inviting some of his friends 
over to fuck me. Not something I would ever want to do 
for real, but the fantasy drove me right over the top.

I had also cum when he fucked me with some little 
rubber gadget around his cock that rubbed on my clit 
when we fucked. We couldn't use it all of the time 
because it didn't just excite, it also irritated. I 
could get pretty sore from it.

But the sensations from this man's cock, the fullness, 
the idea of being so helpless, the forceful way he took 
control and used me, it is embarrassing to admit, but 
this was the best fuck I had ever had! 

I tried not to. I bit my tongue and I squeezed my fists 
and I concentrated on the milk I had just bought, 
getting warm and spoiling in the trunk of my car. None 
of that helped. I was soon moaning quietly and before I 
could control myself I had my arms around this man's 
neck and my legs around his back and I was humping back 
at him like a crazy woman.

I came twice before he finally came again. He stayed on 
top of me, resting on his arms and smiling down at me 
as I relaxed my arms and legs and cried quietly in 
shame at the way I had just responded to my rapist. For 
the first time since he had grabbed me I was crying 
softly. I couldn't believe that I had lost control like 
that. 

He finally got off of me and reached over and handed me 
my panties. He ordered me to put them on. "Here," he 
said, "put these on before you lose all the evidence. 
In case you feel like going to the police and bragging 
about what a great time you had."

I pulled my panties on as he watched in amusement. He 
knew I wasn't going to the police. I couldn't. I could 
hear that conversation in my head now. "Hello, police? 
My name is Myra and some strange man just gave me the 
best fuck of my life!"

He handed me my shorts and I pulled them on, then he 
gave me my t-shirt. He kept my bra. He made me kneel 
with my back to him and I heard him going through my 
purse. I assumed he was robbing me. He wouldn't get 
much. I only had about fifteen dollars.

He got dressed and when he was ready he opened the side 
door, slowly, and looked around. He watched and waited 
for several minutes and, after I heard a car leave, he 
got out and helped me out. He held me while I put my 
sandals on, then he handed me my purse, kissed me and 
thanked me for a wonderful afternoon. Then he held my 
door for me and directed me to drive straight through 
the vacant parking spot in front of my car, so that I 
couldn't get his license number.

I drove home as fast as I could and rushed to my 
bedroom. I stripped and threw away my underwear. I went 
into the bathroom and brushed my teeth thoroughly. Then 
I took a hot shower, a very long, very hot, shower.

When I got out of the shower I threw away my tooth 
brush and got out a new one and brushed my teeth again. 
After I brushed my teeth I used my husband's mouthwash. 
I stared at myself in the mirror for a long time. 

I couldn't help thinking about what had just happened. 
I looked at my naked body and tried to see it as he 
had. As I stood there I remembered everything that had 
happened. All of the details came flooding back over 
me. Mostly, though, I remembered how I had felt. I 
remembered all of the orgasms. I remembered that 
monster's fat cock.

I knew I should be traumatized. I guess I was, in a 
way. Not like one of those crazy, hysterical women that 
you see on TV who are lying in hospital beds and nearly 
out of their minds.

I was more upset with myself for enjoying it than I was 
with that man for raping me! I threw my clothes in the 
laundry and remembered my groceries which were still in 
the trunk of my car. I pulled on a clean top and a pair 
of shorts and slipped my sandals on and ran out and got 
my food out of the trunk. 

The milk still smelled alright, but I told myself I 
would replace it tomorrow. Everything else was okay.

I looked at a clock for the first time and was 
surprised that it was still so early. I had thought 
that a lot of time must have passed in that van. It had 
been just after noon when I left the mall and it was 
not quite three now. It wasn't even time to start 
supper yet!

I sat at the kitchen table and tried not to keep 
reliving what had just happened to me. I couldn't help 
it though. It just kept forcing itself back into my 
stream of consciousness, no matter how hard I tried to 
think of anything else. It was like the rape of my body 
was over, but now my mind was being raped. The horrible 
thing about it was that I could feel my nipples getting 
hard and my pussy getting wet. I was so ashamed.

I decided to do a load of laundry. I didn't want Sean 
coming home and smelling some stranger's cum when he 
went into the bedroom. I washed the clothes I had worn 
today. At the last minute I even fished my dirty, cum 
soaked panties out of the trash and threw them into the 
washer. I had paid a lot of money for them at 
Victoria's Secret. It would be silly to throw them 
away. It wasn't their fault that I was raped.

While the clothes were washing I sprayed an air 
freshener around the bedroom. I still thought I could 
smell that man, my rapist, but I realized that it was 
just in my head. 

I went out and tried to watch something on TV. I ended 
up staring at the screen for an hour, with not the 
slightest idea of what had been on. I was relieved when 
it was finally time to start supper and I could be up 
and doing something.

I removed my just washed clothes from the washer, put 
them in the dryer, got supper started and watched the 
clock ticking off the minutes until Sean would be home. 
I was planning how to greet him when he got in. I had 
to remember what was normal and try to calm down. I 
knew he would be devastated if he were to learn what 
had happened to me today.

I heard him pull into the driveway and I went to the 
door to meet him. We hugged and then I pulled him into 
the kitchen and got him a beer. I asked him about his 
day and I tried to pay attention while he told me. I 
had been starting to get a little bored lately and I 
was beginning to envy him the interaction with other 
people at his work place. Some days, a lot of days, I 
stayed home all day and never spoke to a single person 
until Sean got home. So I was always anxious to hear 
about his day. But today I didn't hear much of it. I 
stared at him. I saw his lips move and I knew that he 
was talking. I couldn't tell you a thing he said.

I cleaned up after dinner and we went in and sat down 
to watch TV for a while. I sat beside him on the couch 
and we kissed and hugged. We were still newly weds and 
we still made love nearly every day. It was exciting 
and I enjoyed it as much as he did, most of the time 
anyway.

He noticed that I was not wearing a bra. He had tried 
to get me to stop wearing them. He loved it when I went 
without. I always felt so self conscious though. I felt 
like everyone could see that I wasn't wearing one, and 
that there was only my thin top between my breasts and 
the world. I just didn't feel dressed. So I have no 
idea why I had not put a bra on after my shower.

Sean liked it, and it didn't take long before I wasn't 
wearing anything, and he wasn't wearing anything. We 
made love on the living room rug and it was nice. 

I didn't cum. I held my breath for the longest time, 
terrified that he would know. It was several long 
moments before I knew that he couldn't tell I had been 
raped. It was such a relief. Apparently that fat cock 
hadn't ruined me. 

I felt cleaner after we had made love. I had been 
cleansed by Sean's nice cock. We relaxed and cuddled on 
the rug for a few moments. Then I got up and went to 
the bathroom and cleaned up. 

I went back out and sat beside Sean and we played with 
each other while we watched TV. I could almost stop 
thinking about what had happened today, almost.

We went to bed at our usual time, nine PM. Sean held me 
and I lay there listening as his breathing got deeper 
and soon I knew that he was asleep. It took me hours to 
get to sleep. Every time I tried to relax and go to 
sleep I would be drawn back into that truck. I would 
feel that fat cock stretching my lips, or entering my 
pussy. I could see that man's face as he took total 
control of me and enjoyed my body, as he took pleasure 
in my helplessness.

I was exhausted when I finally fell asleep. But once I 
was asleep I slept like I was in a coma.




Sean had a hard time waking me up in the morning to 
make his breakfast and prepare his lunch. When I 
finally did wake up, I woke from a dream about that 
man. The disturbing thing was that it had not been a 
nightmare. More like a wet dream. My thighs were damp 
from the fluids dripping out of my pussy!

I waited until Sean was in the bathroom and I used a 
handful of tissues to dry myself and I put my robe on 
and hurried out to put the coffee on and start 
breakfast.

I was really upset with myself for letting that man 
have so much control over my mind. Not to mention what 
my mind was doing to my body!

I put Sean's breakfast on the table and made him a 
sandwich for lunch. Then I sat with him and sipped my 
coffee. When he was ready to go to work I walked him to 
the door and kissed him goodbye. I watched through the 
window until he drove away before I went in and took my 
shower. 

I dressed, but after I pulled my panties on, and my 
shorts, I held up my bra and looked at it for a moment, 
before dropping it and putting my tank top on. I stood 
in front of my mirror and looked at my reflection. I 
could just see the outline of my pink nipples. It 
looked kind of hot. I didn't have any plans to go 
anywhere today, so I didn't think it mattered that my 
nipples were on display.

I did what little there was to do around the house and 
started looking at the magazine I had bought yesterday. 
Every month there is a new article in this magazine 
about how to drive your man crazy. It is hardly ever 
anything new. If it is, then it is something silly that 
I would never do anyway. It doesn't matter though. I 
always look, just in case. 

I also check out the way the models dress and wish I 
had the nerve to dress in the sexy clothes they wear. 
Yet here I am, feeling self conscious about not wearing 
a bra in my own house!

I got tired of reading and went into the kitchen to get 
a glass of ice water. I got the milk out and sniffed it 
again. I thought about going to the store and getting a 
fresh one. This one had been in my trunk for a couple 
of hours. It seemed okay, it didn't smell bad. I 
resolved to just keep checking on it. The idea of going 
back to the grocery store was causing flashbacks again.

I went in and sat down and tried to find something on 
TV. God I hate daytime TV! I shut it off in disgust and 
sat back in my chair and before I knew it I was sound 
asleep. I had only gotten two or three hours sleep last 
night and it wasn't enough. Sleeping has always been 
something I was very good at. 

I woke up suddenly to the sound of the doorbell. I got 
up and without even thinking I rushed to the door and 
opened it wide. 

Standing in the door, with that arrogant look on his 
face, was my rapist from the parking lot. I covered my 
mouth and screamed into my hand. What I don't 
understand is why I didn't even try to close the door.

He smiled at me and walked in and ordered me to shut 
the door. I stood there, stunned for a moment. I knew 
that all that I had to do was run outside. There were 
people out there. I could call for help. I could 
scream. I could run next door. Instead I quietly closed 
the door. 

I took a deep breath and I turned and looked at him. I 
looked at that smug look on his face and I saw that he 
knew I would do anything he told me to do.

He wiggled his finger at me and I walked slowly over to 
where he stood. He pulled me close and kissed me. I 
stood there, passively, until he slapped my ass. I 
obeyed that unspoken order. I returned his kiss, and 
instantly I felt the heat start to return. I felt the 
excitement of being powerless, being taken. 

We kissed and I felt his hands move over me. When he 
realized that I wasn't wearing a bra he said, "Were you 
expecting me?"

I moaned, embarrassed that he would think that. Had I 
been?! Was that why I had not put a bra on? I had heard 
him yesterday, going through my purse. I had checked 
when I got home and I knew that he hadn't taken 
anything. He could only have been looking at my 
driver's license, getting my address. Did I realize 
that? Did I realize that and then rush to let him into 
my house when he rang my doorbell?

He stepped back and pulled my top off. I raised my arms 
and let him do whatever he wanted. As he undressed me 
he said, "When I saw you take your shorts off yesterday 
and saw that patch of bright red pubic hair I got all 
excited. You are the first real redhead I ever fucked. 
I have always had a thing for redheads. I have been 
thinking about you since you drove away yesterday. I 
was going to wait a while. Give you a chance to simmer. 
To realize how much you wanted to fuck me again. 
Because I know that you do. But I had to have you 
again. I couldn't wait.

He pulled my shorts off and I put my hand on his 
shoulders to steady myself as I stepped out of them. He 
looked at my underwear. They were the same panties I 
had worn yesterday. He smiled up at me and then he 
leaned forward and stuck his tongue out and lapped my 
crotch. 

I felt the heat of his tongue. I felt his hot breath. I 
shivered with excitement as he slowly, gently slid my 
panties down over my thighs, my calves, and then off as 
I obediently stepped out of them.

He stood up and looked down at me as he brought my 
panties to his face and sniffed at them and smiled. I 
could see that they were damp. 

"Yeah," he said, his voice dripping with all of the 
arrogance that was obvious in his face, "Yeah, you want 
it. I bet you have been thinking about me just like I 
have about you. You haven't been able to get me out of 
your mind, have you bitch?"

I hated to admit it, but he was right. I shook my head 
and his smile grew. He knew I was his. He realized that 
he could do anything he wanted to me.

He pulled me down the hall to my bedroom and sat me on 
the side of the bed while he undressed. I watched this 
time. I watched as he pulled his slacks and his 
underwear down and bared his semi hard cock. I looked 
at it and the memories of what it had done to me 
yesterday flooded over me. 

I hated him. I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to 
be helpless. No, that isn't right. I do hate him. But 
this helplessness......for some reason, giving up total 
control of my body to some strange, powerful, arrogant 
man was such a huge turn on for me. I didn't 
understand. That had never been my fantasy. Now that it 
was happening I couldn't resist.

He stood in front of me and his cock was bouncing right 
in my face. I knew what he wanted. Without even having 
to be told I reached up and pulled his cock to my lips. 
I licked it, licked the lubricant from the soft, warm 
head of his cock. I licked his cock and his balls and 
then I started taking it into my mouth. 

At first he let me do what I could on my own, but it 
wasn't good enough. Soon he was holding my head and 
fucking my face. It was much more violent than 
yesterday. I was gagging and groaning in pain and 
trying to push him away. He just chuckled and pulled my 
mouth down over his cock, a little farther each time. 

I finally gave up and stopped trying to push him away. 
I put my arms around his body and held onto the cheeks 
of his ass and he fucked my face, all the time talking 
dirty, calling me nasty names, and reaching down and 
squeezing my breasts. 

It was very painful. My mouth hurt, my throat hurt and 
now my breasts hurt. It was about to get worse. He 
suddenly pinched one of my nipples with his fingernails 
and pulled it out away from body. I screamed in agony 
and at that moment he drove his cock right down my 
throat. 

I couldn't believe it! I had never been able to do 
this! And his cock is so fucking huge! He held his cock 
buried in my throat while I struggled faintly. Then he 
pulled it out slowly. After giving me a chance to gasp 
for breath he forced it right back down my throat. 

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "You're the first bitch that 
has ever been able to take me down her throat! You 
should be proud little girl, because a lot of them have 
tried. They didn't want to, but they tried."

All I could do was sit there while he fucked my throat 
and gasp for air when I got the chance. He had let my 
nipple go when his cock entered my throat and now my 
whole world revolved around that big, fat cock in my 
mouth.

I felt him tense up and he held my head against his 
stomach in a death grip as he blasted his cum down my 
throat. I was turning blue when he finally let me go. I 
fell back onto the bed gasping for air. I tried to yell 
at him, call him a dirty name, but I couldn't even 
talk. My throat hurt too much.

He collapsed onto the bed beside me for a moment and 
caught his breath, raving the whole time about what a 
fantastic cocksucker I was. I started crying. I was 
ready for him to leave. I remembered thinking about him 
all yesterday afternoon, and then most of the night, 
and most of this morning. I remembered his cock. I 
remembered my orgasms. I had not thought about pain. 
There hadn't been this pain yesterday.

He turned on his side, facing me. He leaned down and 
licked the tears from my face. His hand moved to my 
pussy and two of his fingers slipped in easily. He 
pulled his fingers out and held them up to my face. 

"You're crying," he said, "but you enjoyed it. You just 
don't realize it yet. Look at all of that cunt juice on 
my fingers."

He let me look and then he stuck his fingers into my 
mouth. As I sucked his fingers clean he said, "I'm 
sorry I had to hurt you, but just think of it as part 
of your training. Think of what a great cocksucker you 
are going to be when I am through training you!"

I couldn't talk, my throat hurt too much. So I 
whispered, "What do you mean, training me? You can't 
train me. I am happily married. I am a newlywed! You 
have to leave and never come back here!"

He just laughed. "That's alright," he said. "You say 
all the right things. All of the things you are 
supposed to say. All of the things you don't mean. 
You're my bitch now, little girl. You are my 
cocksucking little bitch. From now on, anytime I want 
you, you are mine."

I shook my head and whispered, "No, I am not your 
bitch!"

His hand was moving over my body again, teasing my 
breasts, moving slowly down over my hard, flat stomach, 
teasing my little patch of dark red pubic hair.

He slipped his fingers back into my hot, wet hole and 
said, "Yes, you are. You don't want to be. You just 
can't help yourself."

He pulled me over on top of him and pulled my lips to 
his. We kissed again and I felt his cock, which was 
already hard again, throbbing against my thighs. God 
help me, I wanted to spread my legs and slide right 
down on it!

I didn't get the chance though. He rolled me off of him 
and knelt on the floor between my legs. I felt his 
talented tongue go to work again and my body gave into 
the pleasures of it immediately, without reservation. 
My mind went along for the ride.

He was very good at this. I had several powerful 
orgasms before he stood up and turned me around on the 
bed. I willingly opened my legs as he moved over me and 
I surrendered to that arrogant smile as he sank down on 
top of me.

Just like last time, I reached down and guided him into 
me. Just like last time, my body succumbed to the 
pleasure of that fat cock pistoning in and out of me. 

I didn't have to be quiet this time, and I wasn't. I 
screamed through several violent orgasms before his 
thrusts became faster, more violent, and he shot his 
hot cum into me. I was surprised again when it was over 
to find that once again I had my arms and legs wrapped 
around his hard body. I swear I don't remember doing 
it.

He pulled out of me and stretched out beside me. I lay 
there, unable to move for a moment. Then I felt his cum 
start to drain from my stretched out pussy. I started 
to make a run for the bathroom but he stopped me.

"Before you leave clean me up, little girl."

I reached for a couple of tissues, but he just laughed 
and said, "Stupid bitch, what do you think god gave you 
a tongue for?"

I looked at his slimy cock, still twitching as it lay 
flat on his belly. There were a few drops of cum 
dripping down out of it still. I looked up at his face 
and realized that I had no choice. I leaned forward and 
shivered in revulsion as I licked him clean. I licked 
his cock and the puddle of cum on his belly, and then I 
licked his balls. When I thought I was done he made me 
suck it for a minute to make sure that I didn't miss 
any.

When he was finally satisfied that I had done a good 
job he pushed me away and I hurried to the bathroom. I 
sat on the toilet and let his cum drain out of me for 
several minutes. I was amazed at the amount. It just 
kept draining out of my poor, abused pussy.

After several minutes it finally seemed to stop. I used 
a damp face cloth to wash my face and my crotch and 
then steeled myself to go back into the room. When I 
entered the bedroom again he was standing up, getting 
something out of his pants. 

I shook my head in terror when I saw what it was. It 
was a small digital camera. I shook my head, but I knew 
I would do anything he ordered me to do. That is just 
exactly what I did too. For the next half hour I posed 
in every lewd and crude and humiliating position that 
he could think to put me in. 

When he had exhausted his imagination he decided to get 
some shots of me posing with his cock. He got picture 
after picture of me licking and kissing and sucking his 
cock and his balls. He even lifted his legs and got 
some pictures of me eating out his asshole! I refused 
him nothing. In fact, much to my dismay, I realized 
that my pussy was soaked and I was breathing hard by 
the time he had enough pictures. I had enjoyed it!

He put the camera down and made me get on my hands and 
knees on the edge of the bed and he fucked me like a 
dog. Like the bitch that I now am. He fucked me hard 
and I could feel his monster cock stretching my pussy 
and his large, heavy balls slapping against my thighs 
and again I was helpless. I found myself unable to 
maintain any control over my mind or body. I started 
cumming after several minutes of this brutal fucking 
and I was having one orgasm after another until he 
finally filled me with yet another load of hot cum.

He kept his cock inside me until it was soft, then he 
pulled me around by my hair and made me clean him 
again. It wasn't as hard this time. I guess it is 
something you can get used to.

When he was cleaned sufficiently I got up and went to 
the bathroom again. I was sitting on the toilet, 
listening to my rapist's cum drain out of me, when he 
came in and stood in the door watching me. I didn't 
look up. I was too embarrassed. I didn't look up until 
he came over and stood in front of me. I tried to close 
my legs. I don't know why. I didn't have any secrets 
left. 

He pushed me back against the toilet tank and ordered 
me to spread my legs. I did as he ordered and he stood 
there, holding his cock and staring down at my pussy. I 
was totally clueless. I had never seen a man pee 
before! 

When the first spurt shot out of his cock and landed on 
my thighs I screamed and tried to scramble up. He 
slapped my face and ordered me to sit still. Then he 
started again. Most of it went between my legs and into 
the toilet, but I could feel it splashing up onto my 
ass. Every once in a while he would let the stream 
wander, to my pussy, or my thighs. It felt so hot, and 
it was so disgusting. Even so, when I felt that hot 
stream hitting my pussy I closed my eyes and moaned. I 
couldn't help it. His hot piss was like cum covering my 
crotch. It felt good!

I'm sorry. I know that's gross. I was grossed out at 
first. As the pleasure built up inside of me though, I 
was terrified that he would realize that the more he 
pissed on my pussy the closer I got to cumming! If he 
had kept it up another minute I would have cum from 
being pissed on!

Instead, he shot the last few spurts onto my belly and 
then pulled my face down so that I could suck his cock 
clean. He stepped back when he was satisfied and smiled 
down at me. I turned bright red when I realized that he 
had seen it in my face. He knew that I had been excited 
by the piss on my body. I had been humiliated, shamed 
beyond words, and I had been excited almost to the 
point of orgasm! 

I couldn't meet his gaze. I dropped my head down in 
shame. I could see the piss pooling on my thighs and my 
belly and around the sides of the toilet. It was 
getting cold quickly. As it cooled the smell seemed to 
be getting stronger.

He stared down at me for a while and then he said, "I 
have to go now, cunt, but you know I'll be back. You 
want me to come back. You hate it, but you can't help 
it. You love it. I don't know when I will be back, but 
from now on, you don't lock your door after you husband 
goes to work. When I am ready, I'll be back."

I still couldn't look up. I just nodded and waited for 
him to leave.

As soon as I heard the front door close I wiped myself 
off with toilet paper. I stood up and cleaned the 
toilet and the floor around it. While I was doing that 
I had the water running in the shower and as soon as it 
was hot I jumped in.

I washed myself all over, twice. But while I was doing 
it, I was thinking about my day. I started getting more 
and more excited as I moved my soapy hands over my body 
and I was still rubbing myself to orgasms when the 
water got cold.

I got out and dried off and stared at myself in the 
mirror. I was surprised to see that I looked unchanged. 
I looked just like I did yesterday morning, and this 
morning. I looked unraped.  I couldn't look at myself 
and tell that a man, a man whose name I still didn't 
know, had pulled me into a truck in a parking lot and 
raped me. Raped my mouth and my pussy and made me cum 
more than I ever had before. I couldn't tell that he 
had come back today and forced his oversized cock down 
my throat and cum down my throat and then he had made 
me cum again while he fucked me. I had cum over and 
over, loudly, uncontrollably. Worst of all, I had 
nearly cum when he stood in front of me and pissed on 
me!

I was obviously some kind of deviated, kinky, dirty 
slut! I don't know why I didn't know about it before 
yesterday. I had thought that I was normal. I had 
thought that I was a good wife and in the next few 
years would be a good mother. I had no idea what I 
really was. I wonder if Sean knew. He still talks about 
inviting his friends over to fuck me when we are making 
love sometimes. The idea of it obviously turns him on. 
I wonder if he really wants to do that. Now I wonder if 
I would really like to do that?! Now that I know what a 
slut I am.

I finally stopped staring at myself in the mirror and 
went out and got dressed. I tore the bedspread off of 
the bed and tossed it into the washer and got that 
started. I had to spray the room with air freshener 
again. The living room too. The whole house seemed to 
smell like sex!

I suddenly realized that I still had the taste of his 
cum in my mouth. I hadn't even rinsed my mouth out! I 
went back to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and 
rinsed out my mouth. Then I used some throat spray 
since my throat was still a little sore.

It was getting late, so I went to the kitchen and made 
supper, anything to take my mind off of that man, 
anything to stop thinking about what I had done, and 
what had been done to me, and how much I had enjoyed 
it.

I had supper all ready. The table was set and all I 
needed was Sean to come in the door. I heard his car 
pull into the driveway and I got out two beers tonight 
and set them on the table. I needed a drink tonight. I 
would have liked something stronger, but we only keep 
beer in the house. It is embarrassing enough always 
having to ask someone we know to buy us a case of beer 
now and then because we are only eighteen.

I hugged Sean at the door and we sat down and had a 
nice meal while he told me his good news. He was 
getting a promotion! It wouldn't be a lot of money, but 
it was a step in the right direction. I was so proud of 
him. He had been promoted over a dozen guys that had 
worked there for a lot longer than he had. 

We celebrated by making love, in bed this time. I even 
did something that surprised us both. After we made 
love we were cuddling and I had my hand on his soft 
cock. Without even realizing what I was doing I started 
kissing my way down his body to his cock, which was 
beginning to twitch and grow as I neared it. 

I smiled up at him and then I kissed the head of his 
cock. He groaned in excitement and his cock started 
growing quickly. I started licking and then I took him 
into my mouth and sucked him lovingly. I had never done 
that after we had sex before. I would do it again 
though. It really isn't as disgusting as it sounds, and 
he really loved it!

But that wasn't the most exciting thing. The most 
exciting thing was when, after I had been sucking him 
for about five minutes I suddenly took his whole cock 
into my mouth and down my throat for the first time. He 
fucking freaked! He was swearing and his hips were 
moving and he grabbed my head and I felt him cum right 
down my throat. He had never cum that quickly before, 
and he had just fucked me!!

I swallowed it all and I thought about how much easier 
it had been to do that for Sean than for my rapist. 
Sean's cock was only half as thick as my rapist's. It 
made a big difference.

My rapist! I suddenly realized I was thinking of him 
that way. Not the way you would expect a woman to think 
about a rapist. It was more like, my hair dresser, my 
grocer, my butcher, and my rapist! I knew that was 
wrong, that was bad. But that was how I was thinking 
about him. 

Sean finally calmed down and pulled me up and held me 
tight. 

"Where the hell did you learn that, Myra?! That was 
fucking fantastic!!"

I smiled at him and said, "I read about it in last 
month's Cosmo and I started practicing on my vibrator. 
I didn't think I could do it because I can't do it with 
the vibrator, but all of a sudden it just went! I'm 
glad you liked it, they said you would. I like making 
you happy."

He had a look of wonder on his face. I felt kind of 
bad, lying to him. I didn't have much choice though. 
The important thing is that he bought it. He kissed me 
and hugged me and we were well on the way to going for 
thirds. 

I was starting to get messy so I asked him to hold that 
thought. I got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned 
up and by the time I got back to bed Sean was almost 
asleep. So I cuddled up to him and we went to sleep. 
For some reason I didn't have any trouble getting to 
sleep this time.






The rest of the week was normal. Just like a regular 
life! I wasn't raped again. No strange men came to my 
home and abused me. Sean and I still made love every 
night. Except that now, taking his cock into my mouth 
and throat for seconds had become a part of our 
routine. I didn't mind. I liked that I could please 
him. And it assuaged my guilt. I couldn't help feeling 
guilty for allowing myself to submit to that man, my 
rapist.

On Friday we went out for dinner to celebrate Sean's 
promotion officially. It was payday and the bills were 
paid for the month. We only had rent and utilities. Our 
cars were the same ones we had in high school. They 
were paid for, though neither one of them was worth 
much. I had started putting a couple of hundred dollars 
a month into our savings account and it was building 
fast. Maybe in a year or two we could get a car that 
had been made in this century.

At dinner, Sean told me that he had to go to a two week 
school to get his promotion. It wouldn't be a big deal. 
The school was going to be held in town, at a local 
hotel. He would be later getting home at night, and we 
probably wouldn't be having supper together for a 
couple of weeks, but he would still be home every 
night. After a great meal he drove to his parent's 
house and we went in to visit for a while and he told 
them about his promotion. We didn't stay long. I think 
the main reason he went was to "borrow" a bottle of 
wine so we could celebrate at home.

I liked his parents. I had known them for years. They 
were always very nice to me. His dad always checked me 
out more than I thought a father-in-law should, but he 
wasn't too lecherous about it and my mother-in-law 
would always punch him with her elbow and make a joke 
out of it, so it never got really uncomfortable.

We went home and had a glass of wine and tonight it was 
my turn. Sean kissed me and licked me and ate me until 
I couldn't take anymore. I finally sat up and pushed 
him away and sat on his stomach. I leaned down and 
licked his face clean and we kissed as I felt his cock 
throbbing against my butt.

"Where would you like to put that thing, kind sir?" I 
asked.

He was gently molding my breasts with his hands and it 
felt great. "Anywhere that turns you on," he responded. 

I moved down and slid my juicy slit up and down on his 
hard cock for a few minutes and then I leaned down and 
kissed my way down his body and took him into my mouth. 
He really loved it when I took him into my throat. 

I sucked him enthusiastically, as always. But this 
time, when he started to cum, I pulled back so that the 
head of his cock was in my mouth and used my hand to 
finish him. The problem with deepthroat is that you 
never get to taste the man's cum. When you are really 
turned on, sometimes you want it in your mouth. It's 
more exciting, sensual even.

I waited until he was finished cumming and then I 
looked up and showed him my mouthful of cum and used my 
tongue to paint the inside of my mouth with it. Then I 
swallowed gratefully. I was grateful too. Grateful that 
we had found each other and that he loved me as much as 
I loved him and that he was so good to me. I sometimes 
felt that I didn't deserve him, but that only meant 
that I had to do more for him.

***

I felt safe all weekend. I almost forgot about him, my 
rapist. Sean and I spent the two days together. We had 
to go to the mall on Saturday and buy him some nicer 
clothes. Not suit and tie yet, but he was a supervisor 
and he needed to dress a little better.

We went to a movie and went grocery shopping. I got a 
chill at the grocery store when Sean parked in the same 
space that the van had been in.

I made us a nice dinner and for the first time since we 
got married we didn't make love that night. Sean fell 
asleep in front of the TV. It was my fault. I made him 
stay up to watch an old movie. When the movie was over 
I covered him up, shut off the TV and went to bed. 

It took a long time to get to sleep. I had not slept 
alone since we got married, and it was the first night 
that we didn't make love. For some reason I was 
bothered by that. Even though I understood why it had 
happened and it was no big deal it made me sad.

The next day, Sunday, Sean mowed the grass as soon as 
it was late enough and the neighbors were all up and 
about. While he was doing that I started making some 
snacks. A couple of his friends were coming over later 
to watch the race on TV.

I don't much care for racing, but it is fun to watch 
the guys watch the race and get all upset when someone 
screws up, or all excited when it looks like their man 
is going to win. So whenever they watch the race at our 
house I enjoy being with them. I serve them snacks and 
keep the drinks coming. Both of the guys coming over 
are a few years older than us and are able to bring 
beer. 

The race started at two in the afternoon. The guys 
showed up about an hour early, as usual, and we talked 
for a while. We had met them when Sean started working 
during the summers and part time at the electronics 
store while we were still in high school. They were 
nice guys. They always flirted with me, and I always 
flirted back. But it was all in fun and nobody got 
upset. 

Sean had to take a lot of ribbing today about being a 
suck up and a brownnoser. His friends weren't really 
upset. They knew he worked hard for the promotion.

Things didn't look good when they finally turned the TV 
on. It was raining at the track and judging by the 
forecast it looked like the race would be rained out. 
They left the TV on, with the sound off, and sat around 
and talked for a while, until the race was actually 
postponed. Then they turned off the TV. They didn't 
want to go home, not with all of those beers in the 
fridge and the snacks that I had made, so we started 
playing cards. I was forced to play because there were 
only three of them. They said there had to be at least 
four. 

I know how to play poker, but I have never really 
played for money. We were just playing for pennies 
though, so it wasn't like really gambling. I was even 
having fun. 

Mark, the older of the guys, the cutest one, and the 
biggest flirt, is the funniest guy. He is always 
telling funny, and naughty, jokes. He's the life of 
every party. Mark won a large pile of my pennies in two 
hands and was kidding me about wiping me out. I had no 
problem with losing a small handful of pennies, so I 
was egging him on. So he did. He wiped me out. 

That was when things started to change. I tried to get 
up and leave the table. I was going to get some more 
snacks and get everyone another beer. Mark said, "You 
can't quit now! We can't play with three people."

I pointed out that I was broke. Sean would have let me 
have more pennies, but he was almost busted too. So 
Mark, not quite jokingly, said, "Not a problem, you can 
play for clothes."

I grinned and said, "Yeah, you wish!"

Mark grinned back and said, "You got that right! I 
could die a happy man."

"Yeah," I responded, "if your wife found out, you would 
die."

"Kim doesn't have a problem with me looking. I'm just 
not allowed to touch," he explained.

I looked to see how Sean was taking this and I am not 
sure that I was surprised to see that he was smiling 
and waiting to see how it went. I could tell that he 
was routing for Mark.

"You want me to do this, don't you?" I asked him.

He shrugged.

"No baby," I said. "That isn't an answer. We have been 
married less than six months. I don't want to screw it 
up. If you think this is something that you want, I'll 
give it a shot. A shrug isn't going to cut it, you have 
to tell me you want it."

I was surprised when I realized that I was actually 
thinking of allowing this to happen, and that I was 
excited by the idea of taking my clothes off in front 
of them. Of course, the beer probably had something to 
do with the way I was acting, the things that I was 
feeling.

Sean got rid of that silly grin and got serious for a 
minute. Everyone was looking at him now. He was 
thinking hard. "We can play a few hands and see how it 
goes," he finally said.

So I shrugged. I wouldn't admit it to him, or them, but 
the idea of losing a few hands and maybe not having all 
of my clothes on anymore was kind of turning me on. 
Anyway, I knew enough about guys to know that they 
would be happier, or at least Sean would be happier, if 
I didn't act like I was having too much fun.

We discussed the rules change. They didn't sound very 
fair. I either won or lost, all or nothing. I either 
won the hand or lost a garment of my choosing. As we 
were discussing the new rules I remembered that I was 
not wearing a bra.

We started playing again and my luck didn't change. I 
have to admit though; all of a sudden the game seemed a 
lot more interesting. 

Sometimes Sean won, but he still took whatever piece of 
clothing I was losing and enjoyed it just as much as 
his friends. It started out simple, first one sneaker, 
then the other. Then I lost a gym sock, then another. 
Now it was about to get interesting. So everyone was 
upset when I won a hand. I was even a little 
disappointed! I quickly lost that small pot of 
winnings, though, and then I was back to taking off 
clothing. 

When I lost the next hand I had to choose. I turned to 
Sean and said, "Okay baby, I'm not wearing a bra. What 
do you want me to take off next?"

He grinned at me and said, "I want to seem some boobs, 
baby. Hand me that shirt you're wearing."

I was excited, but I was also embarrassed. I would 
never be a good stripper. I was so nervous that my 
hands were shaking. 

I put my hand on the hem of my t-shirt and looked at 
the faces of my husband and his two friends and it was 
actually pretty encouraging. Guys look at you like that 
and you can't help but feel sexy. I slowly slipped the 
top up and over my boobs and then slipped it off and 
tossed it to Sean.

I was still nervous. I felt an almost desperate need to 
cover myself with my arms, but I didn't. I sat there 
proudly as the guys ogled me to their hearts content. I 
realized that it was making me just as hot as it was 
making them. I thought about those fantasies we 
explored sometimes when we fucked, those fantasies 
about me fucking Sean's friends. I wondered if we could 
really do that. But more than that, I wondered if we 
could do that without screwing up our marriage.

I sat there, topless now, looking just as embarrassed 
as I actually was and acting like a shy young virgin. 
They ate it up too.

I lost the next hand too, big surprise there, right? I 
stood up and unbuttoned my jeans and then turned around 
and pulled them down, letting them all get a good look 
at my ass with just those thin nylon panties covering 
me like a second skin.

I stepped out of my jeans and left them on the floor 
and sat back down, but not before I gave everyone a 
good look at my sexy panties.

I was watching Sean. It was funny. It was like he had 
never seen me naked before. He was just as excited as 
his buddies. I didn't give it too much thought at the 
time, but I think it may have been a combination of 
being proud of his sexy wife, and the idea of seeing me 
through someone else's eyes. It was sort of like he was 
seeing me for the first time all over again. But what 
do I know. I had to struggle to graduate at the bottom 
of my high school class. I may not be a blonde, but 
I'll be the first to admit that I'm not the brightest 
bulb on the Christmas tree. At least I know my 
limitations.

We played another hand. I did notice that Sean was 
winning a lot more now that I was nearly naked. His 
buddies didn't care who won as long as it wasn't me. 
Mark won the next hand though. When I stood up to take 
my panties off he stopped me. 

"Wait," he said suddenly. "I won them. I want to take 
them off."

I looked at Sean and he grinned that stupid, "I can't 
think, all of the blood is in my dick?!" grin. 

So fuck it. I stepped over to Mark and he took my 
panties off. He didn't just grab the waist band and 
pull them down. He rolled them down, slowly, caressing 
me as he worked them over my hips and slowly down my 
thighs, my calves, and finally off. I put my hands on 
his shoulders and lifted my feet, one at a time and 
then I stood in front of them naked while he picked my 
panties up and sniffed them, with a look on his face 
that let everyone know he had found heaven.

When he was done I grabbed my underwear back. "You 
can't keep them, they're Victoria's Secret. Expensive!" 

I took my time and finally I sat back down. I was 
looking at three of the horniest men on the continent 
right now. I looked at Sean and said, "Well darling, 
that's all there is. Now you have to play with three." 
Then I stood up and said, "Anyone want a beer?"

I went to the kitchen and came back with four beers. I 
sat back down and enjoyed the attention from the guys 
as I did. Nobody was playing. They were all just 
looking at me. I finally asked them if the game was 
over and Mark said, "We have figured out a way that you 
can stay in the game."

I looked at Sean. There was no doubt where this was 
going. I could see the tent in his pants and I knew he 
was excited. "Will you still think it is sexy 
tomorrow?" I asked.

"You know me baby," he said. "I like showing you off. I 
always have. You know what my fantasy is. You don't 
have to worry about me. You have to worry about you. I 
can handle it and love you tomorrow. Can you handle it 
and feel alright about it tomorrow?"

I thought about that, and I thought about that man, my 
rapist. I think I knew the answer. In fact, I could see 
how this could work to my advantage if my rape, and the 
subsequent rapes, ever did come out.

"Okay," I said, "but let's get real. None of us is 
interested in these cards. What do you have in mind?"

Sean had a guilty look on his face and looked like he 
was afraid to answer. Mark wasn't afraid though. He 
grinned at me and said, "While you were out of the 
room, Sean suggested that we try to talk you into 
sucking our cocks while he fucks you. He is a little 
narrow minded. He doesn't want us to fuck you, at least 
not yet. We are hoping he'll get over that. He says 
that you are the best little cocksucker in the country. 
We assume that he is just a bit prejudiced, but we 
would like to decide for ourselves,"

I grinned at Sean. I probably should have been upset, 
but I was actually kind of proud. I looked him in the 
eye and asked, "Is that what you want baby?"

Sean stood up and started getting undressed. I got up 
and helped him. When he was naked we kissed and hugged 
and I whispered, "Be sure baby. I'll do it. I'll even 
like it, because I am very turned on right now and I 
admit I'm having fun. But if you are jealous tomorrow I 
am going to kill you. I mean it."

He kissed me again and whispered, "I don't have a 
jealous bone in my body. You should know that by now. I 
am so proud of you, and so turned on right now. FUCK 
YOU'RE HOT!!!"

I pulled Sean over to the middle of the living room 
floor and I got down on my hands and knees. He got down 
behind me and when I spread my legs he put his hand on 
my pussy and I almost came from just being touched. His 
hand must have been covered in pussy juice. I could 
feel it starting to drip down my thighs.

He slipped his dick into me and just held it there, 
buried in me, while he calmed down a little. While he 
was kneeling behind me with his hands on my hips, Mark 
stood up and pulled his clothes off. His cock was much 
bigger than Sean's, but not nearly as large as my 
rapist. So I didn't think I would have any trouble with 
it. 

Mark walked over and dropped to his knees in front of 
me. I smiled up at him and then I took his cock in my 
hand and started licking and kissing it. That was all 
it took for Sean. I felt him cum in me without even 
moving! His cock stayed hard though.

I finally took Mark's cock into my mouth and started 
sucking. He was enjoying it, but he wasn't impressed. 
Not yet. Not until I suddenly let the head of his cock 
slip into my throat and slid my lips all the day down 
to the base of his cock, and then I stuck my tongue 
out, just a little, and tickled his balls.

"Holy fucking shit!!" he exclaimed. Meanwhile, Sean had 
started pumping me with his hard cock and I was living 
out one of my fantasies. I had always thought it would 
be exciting to have sex with two guys at once. I was 
right. It was very exciting.

Sean had been right too. I may not be "the" best 
cocksucker in the country, but I am sure as hell one of 
them! So Mark didn't have a chance. He didn't last 
three minutes before he started shooting a big load of 
cum down my throat. When he was done I pulled back so 
that just the head of his cock was in my mouth and I 
licked the last few drop off the head of his cock while 
he shuddered helplessly in front of me.

Then it was Brad's turn. Brad, the quiet one. He didn't 
talk much. He was nice, though, and everyone liked him. 
He was watching with a look of awe on his face. When 
Mark finally fell away I watched as Brad started 
undressing.

His cock was slightly smaller, more like Sean's, 
normal. I smiled at him when he knelt in front of me 
and then I kissed him and licked him, just like I had 
for Mark. I wet my lips and pressed them against the 
head of his slippery cock and slid my lips slowly down, 
all the way to the base of his cock in one slow, smooth 
motion, so that it would feel just like it was sinking 
into a hot, juicy pussy. I could hear his ragged 
breathing and that was all of the encouragement I 
needed. He lasted just about as long as Mark had.

After I swallowed his cum and he sat back out of the 
way I was able to put my head down and concentrate on 
my pussy. I felt something, something good and looked 
back. Mark was reaching under me and caressing my clit 
while Sean fucked me. Moments later I felt Brad on the 
other side. He was reaching under me and playing with 
my breasts. 

That was all it took to set me off. I started screaming 
and fucking back at Sean and he was cumming and I was 
cumming and it was fantastic! When we were done, and 
getting our breath back, Mark and Brad sat back and 
just watched. 

Sean finally pulled out of me and, after a moment to 
get myself together I turned around and sucked him 
clean. He had cum in me twice and he had been pretty 
turned on, his cum was already running down my thighs. 
I put my hand between my legs and got up and rushed to 
the bathroom. 

I took my time and cleaned up and went back out to the 
living room. Everyone was still sitting around naked. 
That was what we did the rest of the afternoon. For a 
while, Mark and Brad raved about my blowjobs, but they 
finally calmed down. I was nestled in Sean's arms and I 
didn't feel the least bit guilty or self conscious 
anymore. It had been fun. It was fun again later in the 
afternoon when we did it again. It was still fun later, 
when we did it for the third time.

The guys finally left around six and Sean and I just 
stayed naked. We were both fucked out, but what the 
hell, what did we need clothes for?!

Before I went in to start supper I straddled his lap 
and looked him right in the eyes and asked, "Was it as 
exciting as you thought it would be?"

He grinned and nodded.

"Any regrets?" I asked.

He shook his head, but then he paused and thought about 
it for a moment and said, "Well, I still didn't get to 
see them fuck your hot ass."

I kissed him deeply. I grabbed his nipples in both of 
my hands and twisted hard. Then I got up and made 
supper. As I walked towards the kitchen I said over my 
shoulder, "They were willing."

While we were eating I asked him how he could watch his 
wife do those things and not think less of her.

He thought about it for a moment and then he said, 
"This is kind of embarrassing, but I guess that I have 
always been kind of a voyeur. Watching excites the hell 
out of me. For some reason I find it twice as exciting 
when I am watching you. I don't know why. 

I do know that, now that it has happened, it was every 
bit as exciting as I thought it would be, and it was 
fun besides. I know that I still love you at least as 
much as I did before. I know I would like to do it 
again, but only if you enjoyed it too and feel like you 
can do it without feeling guilty."

"Doesn't it bother you that those guys are probably 
going to tell everyone that you work with that they got 
blowjobs from your wife?" I asked.

Sean grinned and said, "First of all, Brad never says 
anything to anyone about anything. He is the quietest 
man I know. Nice guy, he just doesn't like to talk. 
Mark can't tell anyone because if he did, his wife, who 
works in the finance office out back, would hear about 
it and she would kill him long before her daddy the 
divorce lawyer could take him to the cleaners."

He was quiet for a minute, thoughtful. Finally he said, 
"You know what? As long as management doesn't find out, 
I don't know that it would upset me if it did get 
around. I have the hottest wife in the world and I am 
proud of her. If I think I am man enough to handle it 
then it isn't any of their fucking business, right?"

I put my hand on his and said, "I hope so. I love you 
very much. I don't want to screw up what we have. You 
were right though. I am embarrassed to admit it, but it 
was fun. I enjoyed it too. I was only worried about how 
you were going to feel about it after the beer wore 
off."

"I only had three beers all day," he said. "I didn't 
need any more than that, I was high on lust. I got so 
fucking hot watching you undress, and watching them 
watch you undress. I almost came in my pants!"

We talked a little more while I cleaned up the kitchen. 
He helped me with the dishes. I hate it when he helps. 
It makes me feel guilty. Housework is my only job. He 
works really hard during the day and he shouldn't have 
to help around the house. Still, it was sweet of him.

I thought about telling him about my rapist. I couldn't 
though. I was afraid that he might do something stupid 
and get in trouble. I decided to wait and see what 
would happen. As much as I hate to admit it, even to 
myself, I was excited by the way my rapist dominated 
me, used me, and abused me. The feeling of helplessness 
I got when he took me was so exciting. What we did 
today, with Mark and Brad, which was exciting too. But 
I was in charge. What happened was up to me. That sense 
of being taken, being helpless, that was missing. That 
fear that I felt with my rapist was intoxicating. But 
there is no way I could ever feel that with Sean, or 
his friends. I wasn't sure if I was ready to give that 
up.

We went to bed early that night. Sean had to get up 
early and drive across town to the hotel for his class. 
They would be serving him lunch and dinner at the hotel 
and he would not be home until late for the next two 
weeks. It was a pretty intense class. It would be a 
long two weeks. 

***

The next two days were quiet and lonely. I only saw 
Sean at breakfast and for a few minutes before we went 
to bed. I sat around my quiet house all day and 
wondered if and when my rapist would reappear. Each day 
I would sit and watch the time pass and each day when 
he didn't come for me, come to use me, I realized that 
I was always more disappointed than relieved. I was 
actually starting to get impatient to be raped again! 
Well, at least I knew how sick that was. 

To make things worse, Sean was getting home so late and 
so tired that we hadn't made love since he fucked me 
with his friends on Sunday. I had gotten used to having 
sex every day. I was getting pretty horny.

By Wednesday morning I thought for sure he would come 
for me. When evening finally came and he hadn't shown 
up, I started thinking about getting dressed up and 
going out and finding someone to rape me. Yes, I know 
that is sick. I wouldn't have done it. I just thought 
about it, fantasized about it.

On Thursday I had just about decided he wasn't coming 
back anymore, so I got dressed up and I was just 
getting ready to go for a walk around the mall when my 
door opened suddenly and he was standing there, my 
rapist.

He shut the door and came over and looked me over. He 
squeezed my breast. I think he was just checking to see 
if I was wearing a bra. I was. I had gone back to 
wearing one when I went out.

I expected him to start undressing me immediately, or 
to get comfortable and order me to undress for him. 
Instead, he asked me if I was wearing pantyhose. When I 
nodded he ordered me to take them off and never to wear 
them again. 

I reached under my dress and pulled my pantyhose off 
and went into the kitchen and threw them away. When I 
went back into the living room he grabbed my wrist and 
pulled me outside. He gave me time to lock my door and 
then he pulled me to his car. He wasn't driving the 
rape van this morning.

We got in and he drove away. I didn't even ask where we 
were going. 

He drove to a small house in a lower middleclass 
subdivision nearby. He parked and came around and 
pulled me out of the car. I followed him into the house 
and I was surprised to see that there were four men 
sitting around in the living room when we entered. I 
thought he was taking me to his house to rape me. 
Instead he had apparently taken me to a party, and it 
looked like I was going to be the guest of honor.

No one spoke for a moment, and then one of the men 
stood up and walked over to where we were standing and 
spoke to my rapist. "Is this her? She's nothing but a 
little girl! You're shitting me, right?"

My rapist smiled and ordered me to undress. I took off 
my dress and my bra and panties quickly. The implied 
threat was always that if I didn't react quickly enough 
they would be torn from me. 

I felt their eyes on me as I undressed. It wasn't fun 
like on Sunday. It was much different. Here there were 
no rules and no husband to protect me. These guys could 
fuck me to death and dump my body somewhere if they 
wanted to.

While I was undressing, my rapist opened up his pants 
and slid them and his shorts down to his knees. When I 
was naked he pushed me to my knees with my right side 
towards his four friends. Then he stepped in front of 
me and said, "Okay bitch, show them what a good 
cocksucker you are."

I reached behind my rapist and placed my hands on the 
backs of his thighs. Then I started kissing and licking 
his cock, which was about half hard and growing quickly 
in response to what I was doing. 

By the time I had licked his balls and worked my way 
back up to the head of his cock it was fully hard. I 
stretched my lips around it and started working my way 
down his fat shaft. With each dip of my head I took 
more of him into my mouth until finally, after about a 
minute I was finally able to get the head of it into my 
throat and struggle with it until at last my lips were 
buried in his pubic hair. 

I heard the nasty, but very complementary comments from 
the audience and, even though I was totally humiliated 
at being forced to undress in front of four strange men 
and perform this way, I could feel myself getting 
aroused and looking forward to having my rapist's cock 
in my pussy. I saw the audience standing up and 
undressing as they watched me do something they had 
obviously not believed possible, take this fat cock all 
the way down into my throat.

By the time my rapist shot his cum down my throat his 
four friends were standing around and watching closely, 
obviously anxious to take their turns. I didn't have to 
swallow. He shot his cum straight down my throat. Then 
he pulled his cock from my mouth and I licked up the 
last few drops that oozed from the large hole in the 
end of it.

When he was satisfied, my rapist stood back and said, 
"Okay guys, she's all yours. Remember what I told you."

I didn't have much time to wonder what he had told 
them. I was instantly pushed down to my hands and knees 
and had cocks inserted into my pussy and my mouth. 
While I was taking the second cock of the day down my 
throat, and getting fucked for the first time since 
Sunday, the two men who were waiting their turns got on 
their knees on either side of me and started playing 
roughly with my tits. I hate to admit it, but it was 
feeling pretty good. I was moaning around the cock in 
my throat and I guess it felt pretty good because he 
came in almost no time at all. 

He was immediately replaced by one of his friends who 
drove straight down my throat on his first stroke. I 
was getting so cock crazy by that point that I didn't 
mind at all, even though it was painful. Meanwhile, the 
man fucking me finally came and another man took his 
place. 

I had expected that each of them would cum once and 
then I could, if not go home, at least rest for a 
moment. It didn't work that way. These four men kept 
going around and around until they had each fucked me 
three times. At least I think they all did. It seemed 
like it. It was pretty hard to keep track, because I 
was cumming and cumming like crazy.

When they had finally had their fill of me the four men 
moved back to their seats and collapsed. I looked at my 
rapist and asked where the bathroom was. I had cum all 
over my face and dripping down my thighs almost to my 
knees.

My rapist smiled and said, "I can't let you go walking 
through the house like that! Scoop that crap up and eat 
it."

I looked at him for a moment, and then looked down at 
my thighs and the streams of nasty cum, still dripping 
from my red, swollen pussy. When I looked back up at 
him I saw that he was pointing his camera at me again. 
It suddenly occurred to me that he had probably been 
taking pictures since he gave me to his friends to use. 

I sighed in resignation and started scooping up cum 
from my thighs and putting it in my mouth. When my 
thighs were as clean as I could get them I concentrated 
on the cum oozing from my pussy. It took several 
minutes. When I had finally finished he said, "See, now 
you don't need the bathroom. Wasn't that a lot easier?"

I nodded, not really agreeing, but knowing that my 
opinion didn't matter.

He ordered me back onto my knees and made me suck him 
hard again. I did what he wanted and soon his cock was 
throbbing and ready for action. That was when he nodded 
to his friends and they stood up and surrounded me. 
They pulled me over a large hassock and held me firmly, 
even though I wasn't struggling. 

I felt my rapist kneeling between my legs and I didn't 
understand what his friends were holding me down for. I 
wanted him to fuck me. 

I quickly understood why they were holding me down. I 
felt my rapist insert a large finger coated with a 
cold, slimy lubricant into my asshole. 

I knew instantly what he was planning and I was 
positive he would kill me if he tried to fuck my ass 
with that huge cock. I just knew that his fat cock 
would tear something inside me and I would bleed to 
death right here in this nasty living room while these 
ugly old men watched.

I started to struggle and I pleaded with him not to do 
this. I had never had anal sex. I didn't even 
understand why anyone would want to. It was painful and 
unhealthy and there was a perfectly good hole right 
near there that was made for fucking. I started getting 
hysterical and he continued to ream me out with his 
finger and he used his other hand to slap my ass, hard. 

One of the men holding my arms lifted my head up and 
tossed a couple of small pills into my mouth. He held 
up a glass of water and I gulped it down, along with 
the pills.

I looked up at him and he said, "One was a pain killer, 
the other is a muscle relaxant. By the time Reed gets 
two or three fingers in you and gets you loosened up 
they will take effect. Hell, you might even enjoy 
this!"

I shook my head violently and sobbed, "No, please. He 
is so big. He'll tear me. Oh god he is going to kill 
me."

I dropped my head down and sobbed as my rapist, who I 
now knew was named Reed, worked two lube covered 
fingers into my ass.

I think the pills were starting to work already. It 
still hurt, but now it was more pressure than pain. 
Still, I had no doubt that his huge cock would tear me.

There was nothing I could do to get away, so I 
concentrated on trying to relax as my rapist started 
working at me with three fingers. It was painful again, 
but bearable. As he worked on my ass I kept thinking 
about how much my lips had to stretch when I took his 
cock into my mouth and I could not imagine my ass 
opening that wide. I was not doing so well at relaxing.

The two men holding my arms were getting tired of 
waiting for the fun to start. They started taking turns 
pushing their soft, slimy cocks into my mouth. 

When they couldn't get hard one of them grabbed a 
handful of my hair and pulled back, forcing my face up 
and my mouth open. He leaned down and lapped my face 
like a dog. Then he looked me right in the eyes and 
spit in my mouth. I was shocked and tried to pull my 
head away and spit it out. He laughed at me and slapped 
my face. Then he bent down and did it again. He and his 
friend laughed when I gave up and swallowed. Then his 
friend tried it. I was so distracted by the two of them 
taking turns spitting in my mouth that I almost didn't 
notice it when my rapist started forcing the head of 
his fat, hard cock into my ass. 

I screamed as it entered me. The pain was worse than 
anything I had ever experienced in my life. He drove it 
into me several inches and then paused. One of his 
friends saw me start to pass out and slapped my face a 
couple of times.

I was sobbing hysterically at first, and begging loudly 
for him to stop. He ignored me and continued to drive 
his cock into me, an inch or two at a time. Every time 
he made a little progress he would pull out a little 
and then pound more of it into me. Each time I screamed 
in agony. 

As he struggled to force his cock into me he kept up a 
running commentary. "God damn this bitch is tight! 
Fuck! This little girl's ass is tearing my cock up 
boys! Shit!" He went on and on in that arrogant manner 
of his. I was just a warm place to stick a dick. That 
it was so incredibly painful just made it that much 
more fun for him.

I haven't the slightest idea how long it lasted. I had 
given up struggling and just let him do it. My throat, 
which was already sore from all of them fucking their 
cocks into it for so long, one right after the other, 
was now sore from screaming too. I couldn't even scream 
any more. No more noise came out. Just my grunts as he 
pounded into me with so much violence.

In the end, I wasn't even aware of it being over. I 
suddenly realized that he wasn't there anymore. The 
pain was still there. I was positive that I couldn't 
walk. I felt moisture running down my thighs and I was 
sure that I was bleeding. All five of them were 
standing behind me and staring at my asshole and 
laughing and joking.

My rapist finally came around and knelt at my face and 
forced me to clean his cock once more. I didn't even 
struggle. I took his soft, slimy, dirty cock into my 
mouth and sucked it clean. First though, I looked at it 
curiously. I expected to see it dripping with my blood. 
Instead, I saw traces of blood, but the rest was just 
sticky, drying cum. 

While I was sucking my rapist clean, one of the gang of 
four fell to his knees and took his place in my ass. I 
couldn't believe they would do that. They had to know 
how much pain I was in! Still, it wasn't as bad this 
time. I was stretched wide now, and somewhat numb. When 
my rapist pulled his cock from my mouth I collapsed 
onto the hassock and sobbed quietly as the four men 
took their turns in my ass. 

After each one came in me, he would quickly come around 
for his cleaning. When the last one had raped my ass, 
two of them helped me to my feet and half carried, half 
dragged me into the nasty bathroom. They dropped me 
onto the toilet and ordered me to stay there until they 
came for me. That was fine with me.

I sat there for the longest time and listened to cum 
drain out of my ass and my pussy. It was a small stream 
at first, but then more like a leaky faucet dripping 
into the water below my ass.

I held my face in my hands and cried softly, praying 
that it was over.

It was a good fifteen or twenty minutes before I heard 
footsteps in the hall and all five of the men crowded 
into the tiny bathroom. My rapist leaned down and said, 
"Don't worry little girl. It only hurts like that the 
first time. It gets a little easier every time." 

I decided that it would be better if I didn't say what 
I was thinking right then. I was always the one that 
was going to suffer in any exchange between us. 

It occurred to me to wonder why all five of them were 
crowded in here like this. Was it about to start again?

Well, sort of. They were all fucked out. They were here 
for one final indignity. My rapist had apparently told 
them that he had pissed on me and that I had almost cum 
when he did it. So they were here to watch, and then 
take their turns.

I was picked up and placed on my ass in the cold, 
enamel bathtub with my back up against the far side and 
my legs spread wide. One of them noticed the huge 
floating mass of cum in the toilet and they had a good 
laugh over that. My rapist wasn't paying them any 
attention. He was standing at the edge of the tub and 
holding his cock.

"Look at me," he said. "I want you looking in my eyes 
when I piss on your cunt. I want to see the humiliation 
in your face when you cum from being pissed on."

I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked up at him and 
then it started. The first few little squirts landed 
between my legs on the bottom of the tub. Soon there 
was a steady stream of hot piss pelting my pussy, a 
strong stream. I felt the heat. I felt the vibrations 
throughout my crotch. I felt the shame. Then, with his 
four friends gathered around and staring at my 
humiliation I felt the stream hit my clitoris and I 
screamed as I shivered and came at the most degrading 
time in my life. 

There were choruses of "Holy shit!" and "I'll be a son 
of a bitch!" and similar exclamations. I opened my eyes 
again after my orgasm passed and looked at his eyes as 
the last few spurts of piss trickled down my thighs.

He stepped back and they each took a turn after him. 
Only one of them concentrated on my pussy like my 
rapist had. I fought the feelings as it stimulated me 
and I didn't cum again. The other three covered me with 
piss, my tits, my face, my hair, every part of me that 
they could reach with their streams of urine. They kept 
aiming for my mouth, which I kept tightly closed.

When it was finally over they started drifting out of 
the room. My rapist closed the shower curtain and 
turned the cold water on full blast. I screamed in 
shock and scrambled to my feet. He ordered me to shower 
and left the room. 

I turned on the hot water and washed my hair and my 
bruised and battered body. I dried off quickly and, 
supporting myself on the walls, I staggered back out to 
the living room. I was ordered to dress and I did, as 
quickly as I could. The men were already dressed. I 
wanted to get out of here before anyone got anymore 
ideas.

My rapist drove me home. I just sat crying quietly 
until we came to a stop in front of my house. I got 
myself together and started to get out of the car when 
he said, "See you soon bitch. Don't worry, like I said, 
only the first time hurts that bad."

I looked at him and shook my head. "No," I said. "There 
won't be a next time. That was the last time you will 
hurt me like that."

He just smiled that arrogant smile and watched me walk 
away.

I ran inside and took a long hot bath. I got out and 
looked at my bruised body in the mirror. I had numerous 
bruises, all over my body, but mostly on my breasts 
which all five men had taken great pleasure in abusing. 
My pussy was red and swollen and sore. I thought about 
using a hand mirror to try to determine if my ass was 
damaged. I couldn't bring myself to do it. I was afraid 
to look, afraid that if I looked I would have to rush 
to the emergency room. I decided that I would rather 
not know.

I put on a t-shirt and a pair of panties and curled up 
in bed and cried myself to sleep. I was finally cured 
of my fascination with my rapist. Today had taken care 
of that. 

Sean was very late getting home and he went straight to 
bed. I had gotten up  after sleeping for an hour or so 
and dressed and watched a little TV and waited for him. 
When he got home we went to bed and he kissed me and 
told me he was exhausted. As we lay in bed I held him 
tight while I listened to him breath deeply in my arms.

***

I had gotten so much sleep yesterday afternoon and 
during the night that I woke up early. I decided to 
give Sean a treat and wake him up in a special way. I 
waited until ten minutes before the alarm was set to go 
off. I turned the alarm off. Then I slipped the covers 
off of him and took his cock into my mouth. He woke up 
quickly and responded instantly. It didn't take much 
time before he was cumming in my mouth and I swallowed 
his cum happily. He got up and, after thanking me with 
a nice kiss, he went to take a shower. I dressed 
quickly, before he could see the marks on my body.

I made his breakfast and sat and drank coffee with him 
until he rushed off. It had been a long week and we 
were both looking forward to tomorrow and spending the 
day together. I just hoped that the quickly fading 
marks on my body would be gone by then. We both 
normally slept in the nude, and we never made love in 
the dark. I knew we would be making love tomorrow.

After Sean left for work I took a hot shower and then I 
checked myself out in the mirror again. The marks were 
hardly noticeable now, but they had not disappeared 
completely. Hopefully they would be gone by tomorrow. 

My next big concern was answered shortly. Thanks to the 
coffee this morning I had to go to the bathroom. I was 
relieved when everything seemed to work normally. There 
was a little tenderness still, but there was no pain. I 
finally couldn't stand it anymore and I had to look. I 
got the hand mirror and got up on the bed and looked at 
my butt. The black and blue marks were all gone and I 
couldn't see anything that looked unusual about my 
asshole. It didn't look all stretched out and 
disfigured. I had never looked at it before, so I 
didn't know what it looked like before my rapist and 
his friends raped it. Apparently I was going to survive 
undamaged.

I did a little housework. I was afraid to leave the 
house and I checked twice to make sure the door was 
locked. The day went very slowly. I didn't really 
expect my rapist to come back for me, at least not this 
soon. Even so, I felt so vulnerable when I was home 
alone. I hadn't felt this way after the first rape, or 
even the second, but now I was scared. I had really 
been hurt yesterday. I had been really scared.

Sean called me at a little after eight that evening and 
said that they had been let out a little early. He 
wondered if I would be terribly upset if he went for 
one beer with a few of his friends from the class. 
Normally I wouldn't have minded at all. After yesterday 
though, I was anxious to have my protector home. I 
realized that I was safe for a couple more hours. My 
rapist didn't come at night. Besides, Sean had been 
working hard and he had earned it. So I put a smile in 
my voice told him to have fun. 

After we hung up I sat and watched television. I was 
unable to relax though. I kept hearing noises and it 
was a very nervous evening. I turned the TV off at ten 
and decided to lie in bed and read for a while. I went 
to my bedroom and saw a large manila envelope on my 
bed! 

As soon as I saw the envelope I panicked. I rushed 
around to make sure that nobody was in my house. I 
checked every window and every door and I could find 
nothing that was unlocked. Someone had come in and left 
that package on my bed and left without me even knowing 
it!

I went back to my bedroom and stared at the envelope. I 
was afraid that I knew what was in it. I picked it up 
and opened it. I was right. It was full of 8X10 
pictures of me. Well, a few were of me. Most were of me 
and one or two or three or even four men. There were 
pictures of things I didn't even remember doing. There 
were even pictures of me in the bathtub being urinated 
on and he had been sure to catch the look on my face 
when I had an orgasm from it.

I stared at the pictures for a long time. I didn't know 
what to do with them. I didn't dare throw them away. I 
was afraid that someone would find them. I was also 
afraid to keep them, what if Sean should come across 
them? 

While I was trying to decide what to do with them I 
tried putting them back into the envelope. In the 
process I finally came across the note that had come 
with them. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the note. 
I dearly wanted to leave it in the envelope and throw 
the whole mess away but I didn't dare. The pictures 
were just the threat. The note must be the demand. As 
much as I wanted this to all just go away. I didn't 
dare ignore the note.

I pulled the note out and stuffed the pictures in the 
large envelope. I held the note in my hand for a 
moment. I could see that it wasn't very long. It was 
only a few sentences. I finally opened it and read it. 
I didn't even realize that I was holding my breath 
until I reached the end of the note and realized I was 
out of breath. The note said:

"Bitch. Don't feel quite so safe now do you? I can get 
to you any time I want to. Believe me. You don't want 
to make me come drag you out of your house. As long as 
you obey me I won't hurt you any more than I did 
yesterday. I won't even come and fuck you in front of 
your pansy husband. Meet me at The Well. In case you 
are not familiar with it, it is a small bar on 34th 
Street, just south of Libby Drive. You had best be 
there at one o'clock on Monday afternoon."

Well, so much for locking the door and staying indoors. 
I knew that I would have to go. I was trapped by those 
pictures. I was trapped by the fact that I had allowed 
myself to be raped twice more by my rapist and his 
friends. If I had told someone after the first rape, if 
I had called the police or told Sean, then I would have 
been able to resist. The fact that I had allowed him to 
come into my home and rape me again, and even worse, I 
had allowed him to come and take me away to serve him 
and his friends, those rapes I couldn't explain. Those 
rapes, and the pictures that were taken, made me a 
prisoner to my rapist's whims. 

I realized that I had been sitting on the bed staring 
at the note for a long time. I hurriedly stuffed it 
into the envelope and then stuffed the envelope under 
some sweaters in a drawer.

I crawled into bed, though now I was wide awake. I sat 
up and read a magazine and waited for Sean to come 
home. I finally heard the door open and a male's 
footsteps coming towards the bedroom. I knew it was 
Sean. But still there was just a tickle of fear in the 
back of my brain, because I knew that my rapist had 
found a way into my home. 

So, I was both pleased and relieved to see Sean's 
smiling face. He came over and kissed me and then I 
watched him undress. He went to the bathroom and I 
heard him using the toilet. It occurred to me that we 
had never been in the bathroom together when one of us 
was using the toilet, and now I was a toilet! As I 
listened to the stream of urine splashing into the 
toilet I realized that my pussy was tingling. When I 
realized what was happening I felt positively sick. 

Sean washed up and brushed his teeth and came to bed. 
We held and kissed for a while, but he was exhausted 
and I soon turned over and we cuddled and went to 
sleep. Well, he went to sleep. It took me a little 
longer. I kept seeing those pictures that I had found 
on my bed a little while ago. How could I have gotten 
myself into a mess like this?! It just wasn't fair!


The next morning I was up before Sean and I snuck out 
of the bedroom and made coffee. I made bacon and toast 
and put them in the oven so that when Sean got up I 
would only have to cook the eggs and breakfast would be 
ready.

Sean had put in a lot of long days in the past week and 
he was really tired. It was another hour before I heard 
him moving around. I poured him a cup of coffee and got 
the eggs out and by the time he got to the table 
breakfast was ready. 

We ate and talked and then, after I cleaned up the 
kitchen we went in and took a shower together. We 
dressed and went grocery shopping. Then we came home 
and put everything away and since I had been stuck in 
the house all week he offered to take me to a movie. We 
picked a movie that appealed to both of us and went to 
the late afternoon showing. 

After the movie we stopped for some fried chicken on 
the way home and got it to go. We ate at home with a 
couple of beers. While we were eating I asked Sean 
about the race tomorrow. He hadn't mentioned that he 
was going to one of his friend's houses to watch the 
race. 

"I needed to ask you about that," he said, sheepishly. 
"The guys want to come here again. I told them I would 
see how you felt about it."

I looked at him for a moment. I wasn't sure how I felt 
about it. Last Sunday had been fun. I knew the reason 
that they wanted to come back here tomorrow. They would 
be wanting more than blowjobs. I was nervous about 
that. I was still not sure how that would effect the 
way Sean felt about me. Or how it would effect how I 
felt about myself. To add to the confusion, I wasn't 
sure how my feelings were being affected by my other 
problem, my rapist.

"I guess you want them to come over or you wouldn't be 
asking me," I said. "I haven't really been with you 
enough this week to know if anything is different after 
last weekend. We had fun on Sunday. Yes, I had fun too. 
But I am so afraid that you will start looking down on 
me. Or your friends will and it will bother you. Can 
you promise me that won't happen?"

Sean hugged me and kissed me and said, "If you have any 
doubts, just say no. I know you have more to worry 
about than I do in a situation like this. I don't want 
to pressure you or force you. If you enjoy doing it, 
and if you want to do it, not for me, but because you 
enjoy it too, then I can assure you that it won't 
effect how I feel about you. I love you with all of my 
heart. One of the many things I love about you is your 
sexuality." 

"If you want to do this," he continued, "I will enjoy 
the hell out of it. If you don't I will love you just 
as much. I can't promise it will never come up again, 
but I won't hassle you about it."

"You need your decision to be about what you would like 
to do, not about any second thoughts you think I might 
have. Because the hardest thing I had to do this week 
was to get what happened Sunday out of my mind so that 
I could concentrate on what the instructors were 
saying. In case you have any doubts, let me assure you, 
I am all for it, but only if you can do it and then go 
to bed with me on Sunday night and think, 'Damn! That 
was hot!' So leave me out of the equation. You had fun 
last time, or you said that you did. Did you have any 
regrets?"

I smiled as I remembered last Sunday. No. I hadn't had 
any regrets. My only regret is my rapist. The things 
that had happened Sunday had been exciting and fun. I 
couldn't deny it to myself. I would like to do it 
again, those things or something similar. I suppose we 
could do away with those stupid cards. 

I told Sean, "No, I didn't have any regrets. I enjoyed 
it. But whatever you plan for tomorrow, let's leave out 
the fucking cards! I don't like playing poker. I always 
lose!"

"That's the point!" Sean said and laughed.

"I don't like to lose!" I said.

"That isn't entirely true. I watched you on Sunday and 
you were enjoying yourself," he said. "That was why it 
made me so hot."

"You can't play cards and watch the race," I argued.

"A naked woman will trump a race any day of the week," 
he said.

"Okay," I said, "I'll leave it up to you. I'll go along 
with whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?" he asked.

I kissed him and said, "Yes master, your wish is my 
command."

Sean started kissing me and touching me and it wasn't 
long before we were in bed and practicing for tomorrow. 
It had been a long, abstinent week. I had missed our 
love making as much as he did. He started right out 
making up for it. He ate me for a very long time. I had 
orgasm after orgasm and finally I was getting weak, I 
had to push him away.

I rested up for a few minutes and then I pulled him up 
and started to return the favor. As I sucked his cock 
he picked up the phone and called his two friends and 
told them that we were on for tomorrow. After he hung 
up the phone we spent the next two hours practicing in 
different positions. We didn't quit practicing until we 
were exhausted and we fell asleep without even getting 
cleaned up.

***

We woke up at a fairly normal time for a Sunday, but we 
were feeling kind of lazy and lay in bed until we had 
to go to the bathroom so bad we couldn't stand it any 
longer. We raced for the bathroom and since it was 
closer to my side of the bed I won easily. I sat on the 
toilet and peed with him in the room for the first 
time. He was hopping up and down and holding his crotch 
and begging me to hurry. 

I smiled sexily at him and beckoned him closer with my 
finger. When he was standing in front of me I put my 
hand around his cock and aimed it between my now 
widespread legs and told him to go ahead. 

He looked at me like I was crazy for a moment, then he 
smiled and said, "Okay, baby, you asked for it!"

I felt the pee running through his cock. It was like a 
vibration. My aim was terrible and the first of it 
splashed on the toilet seat between my legs. Then, as 
the stream got stronger it sprayed onto my legs. 
Finally I gave into my desires and just aimed it at my 
pussy. I was peeing into the toilet and Sean was peeing 
on my pussy and staring at me in amazement. I sat back 
and closed my eyes and Sean finished peeing on my pussy 
while I had an orgasm. As soon as I returned to the 
world of the living I leaned forward and took his soft, 
but quickly growing cock into my mouth and sucked him 
clean.

I asked him to start the water so that we could take a 
shower together before breakfast. I wiped my pussy and 
my thighs with toilet paper. I didn't want to drip all 
over the floor. I stood up and wiped off the toilet 
seat and then we got into the shower and washed each 
other and hugged and kissed until the water got cold. 
We really need a larger hot water heater. 

After we dried off I finally got up the nerve to ask, 
"Well, did that gross you out?"

He grinned and said, "It certainly shocked me. I never 
would have thought of doing it. I thought you didn't 
even want me in the room when you were using the 
toilet. You were always so shy about that. But when I 
saw you cum! Fuck! That was so fucking hot! Is that 
something you have been thinking about for a while, or 
is that another trick you learned from Cosmo?"

I guess I hadn't thought things through very well when 
I did that. I wasn't sure what to say now. Could I tell 
him about my rapist? This is probably the best 
opportunity I will get. The longer that I wait the 
worse it will be. Oh god, I hope I don't fuck this up.

We had gone out to the kitchen and since we were 
feeling kind of kinky already we had stayed nude. We 
were working on breakfast. I stopped what I was doing 
and poured us both a cup of coffee and told Sean to sit 
down.

I took a sip of coffee and said, "Sean, I have 
something to tell you. I should have told you sooner, 
but I have kind of dug myself into a hole and no matter 
what I do I keep getting in deeper. It wasn't my fault, 
at first. I guess it's my fault that I kind of let 
things get out of control. My biggest fear is that you 
are going to freak out and do something stupid and get 
in trouble, or get hurt. I will understand if you are 
mad at me. I will even understand if you...well, I 
can't even bring myself to say that. Just sit quiet and 
listen and I will tell you everything."

So I did. I told him every terrible detail. From the 
first rape in the van at the grocery store to the gang 
rape on Thursday with my rapist and his four friends. I 
watched his face closely as I told the entire, sordid 
tale. I saw concern, I saw anger, but I don't know who 
he was angry at. I also noticed that his cock was hard 
most of the time. I hoped that was a good sign. 

When I had finished telling him what had happened to me 
I said, "So, that's the real reason I can deep-throat 
your cock, and your friends. That is why I knew I would 
cum when you pissed on my pussy this morning. It 
started out not my fault. I could have reported it but 
I was just too embarrassed. Because I didn't report it 
things got out of hand. Now it keeps getting worse. He 
knows that I didn't tell you or the police and he 
thinks he can hold that over me."

I looked at him for a minute and he just stared at me. 
I had to ask, I couldn't stand the suspense any longer, 
"Please Sean, tell me what you're thinking!"

He shook his head for a second and then he said, "God 
Myra, why didn't you tell me?! I could have protected 
you! Don't look so scared, I'm not mad at you. I feel 
awful about it."

He pulled his chair out from the table and pulled me 
onto his lap. I noticed his lap was still feeling kind 
of lumpy and suddenly I found myself chuckling.

He looked at me in astonishment and said, "What's so 
funny?!"

I laughed and said, "It doesn't feel like you feel all 
that awful about it. I still feel a lump under my ass."

Sean blushed and said, "It isn't my fault, you know 
what a pervert I am! You know the idea of another guy 
fucking you has always turned me on. Not hurting you 
though. I can't stand the thought of someone hurting 
you."

We hugged and kissed for a moment, but that lump under 
my ass never went away. I finally stood up and got us 
both some fresh coffee and said, "Wait here." Then I 
went into the bedroom and dug out the pictures from 
Thursday.

I brought him the pictures and tossed them onto the 
kitchen table. He looked at them for a moment and said, 
"Are you sure you want me to see them?"

I grinned at him and said, "Oh go ahead, you know you 
are dying to. I don't mind. What you see can't possibly 
be any worse than what you are picturing in your dirty 
little mind."

I sat back down and sipped my coffee and watched his 
face as he looked at the pictures. He tried to be cool, 
but I could tell that he found a lot of them exciting. 
Most of the pictures were of me and my rapist's four 
friends. But there were more than a few of me with my 
rapist's cock in my mouth and my pussy and finally my 
ass. 

Sean just kept looking at those and shaking his head 
and saying, "Oh my god! Fuck that must have hurt!"

I slid to the floor and put my head in his lap. I felt 
guilty about what I had done. Not the first rape. That 
wasn't my fault. After that though, when I let it keep 
happening. This seemed like a good way to start making 
it up to him. I knew that probably every other woman in 
the world would be pissed if her husband got a hardon 
from hearing about his wife getting raped or from 
looking at the pictures. But I wasn't without guilt 
here. I figured that the more exciting he found those 
pictures, the less likely it was that this would be a 
problem for our marriage.

I didn't deepthroat him this time. I held his cock in 
my mouth and sucked lightly. He came very quickly. I 
waited until he was soft and then I sat back up. He had 
found the note and was reading it with an expression of 
concern on his face.

"Well," Sean said, "now that you have told me about 
him, he has nothing left to blackmail you with, does 
he?"

"No," I said, not quite sure how I felt about it. When 
I had told Sean about what had happened I had been 
honest about my feelings. I had told him how excited I 
had gotten. I had told him that the feeling of being 
helpless and cruelly dominated had turned out to be a 
very erotic experience, much to my surprise.

He was watching me now. I saw the realization dawn on 
him, "You want to go, don't you?!"

It was my turn to blush and feel guilty. 

"Yes and no," I said. "The idea of it excites me. I 
don't think he could hurt me worse than he did the last 
time. I don't know what he has planned. I have to 
believe that from now on it would be about domination, 
not pain. It scares me that he can somehow get into our 
house whenever he wants to. I am sorry. I know I should 
not even be considering it. I just can't help having 
mixed feelings about it. I can't help it anymore than 
you can help how you feel when you think about it, or 
when you think about me fucking your friends."

He looked through the pictures again. Then he looked up 
and said, "You know how fucked up I am. I would go 
along if I could watch sometime, or if I could at least 
see more of these nasty pictures. God you look hot!"

"But how do I know you'll be safe?" he asked.

I shrugged. "If it was totally safe it wouldn't be so 
exciting," I admitted. "I have a couple of things on my 
side. I can tell you the address where this took 
place," pointing to the pictures of the gangbang, "and 
you know the location of our next meeting."

"I had already resolved to go, to keep you from finding 
out about it. Now that I don't have to, I can't help 
feeling just a tiny little nagging feeling of 
disappointment. Sorry, but I am being as honest as I 
can here."

Sean said, "I can't take a day off from that class. The 
instruction is much too intense. So I can't be here to 
protect you. You have done a nice job of building up 
our savings account so fast, but it isn't enough yet 
that we could afford to move. I suppose you could stay 
at my parent's house during the day. Does he know that 
address? You would be alone there, since they both 
work. We could call a cop, but as you pointed out, 
after you more or less consented to the last two 
meetings I don't know if they would be all that 
concerned."

"I don't know what to do," he continued. "I suppose the 
best thing I can do is tell you that I will go along 
with whatever you want to do. You already know I don't 
get jealous, so that isn't a concern. Do you know what 
you want to do?"

I sighed deeply and closed my eyes and tried to think. 

"Since you are so obvious considering it," he said, "I 
have a suggestion. When the guys come over today, I 
will talk Mark into letting me borrow his cell phone. 
You take it with you and when you get to the bar 
tomorrow you get his license number and call and leave 
it on our answering machine. You won't be able to tell 
him about me knowing. Well, you can for all I care, but 
it might screw up your fantasy."

I looked at him, trying to read his mind. "Could you 
really handle this?" I finally asked.

"I can handle it as long as you don't get hurt, and as 
long as you don't leave me for that horse hung son of a 
bitch!" he exclaimed.

I stood up and said, "Before you take me into the 
bedroom and fuck my ass, how do you want your eggs?"

He grinned and gave me his order. 

As soon as breakfast was over we went into the bedroom 
and he explored his new sexual option. He was very 
careful, very gentle. He took his time and I was 
surprised at how pleasant it was. If Sean hadn't been 
so excited and been able to last just a little longer, 
I think I would have had an orgasm! 

When we were done we got cleaned up and I went out to 
start getting the snacks ready for the race. The pre 
race show started at noon and I wanted to get 
everything ready. We had fooled around so much that 
they would probably be here in less than an hour. While 
I was making snacks, Sean put the pictures away.

I was all ready for Sean's friends to arrive and I went 
into the bedroom to find something sexy to wear. I was 
looking through my closet, not even sure what I was 
looking for, when Sean came in to see what I was doing.

When I told him, he put his arms around me and pulled 
me close and said, "Why don't you just wear what you 
have on now. I love you in nothing!"

I kissed him and replied, "No, too blatant. Guys prefer 
a little tease first. Besides, I don't know if I am 
ready to start answering the door in the nude."

Sean helped me pick out my outfit. We settled on a very 
short crop top that only just barely covered my 
breasts, a tiny thong, and a micro miniskirt that I 
moved up a little higher on my waist so that it was 
impossibly short. I put on some thigh highs and a pair 
of sexy heels. Then I had to fight Sean off, because he 
was ready to go again.

"You look beautiful!" he said.

I could see the love in his eyes and hear it in his 
voice. It was very reassuring. I could also see the 
lust, I liked that too.

Then he asked, "You're ready to play this time, right? 
No limits?"

I kissed him and answered, "Your wish is my command. I 
mean that. For the rest of the day I will do anything 
you tell me to. Don't ask me, tell me."

He held me tight and put his hands on my ass and pulled 
me against his hard-on. I knew how he felt. Getting 
dressed up like this for him and his friends and 
thinking about what I was about to do had me dripping 
wet already.

I glanced at the clock and saw that it was time for 
Mark and Brad to be getting here and we went out and 
turned on the TV and while Sean was turning it to the 
station the doorbell rang. I went to let them in.

Mark was in front when I pulled the door open. When he 
saw me he whistled. I smiled and moved out of the way. 
Sean came over and took the case of beer from him and 
put it in the kitchen. I followed him and started 
putting the beer in the fridge and Mark and Brad 
followed and watched me bending over to put the beer 
away. I could hear all of the silence behind me and I 
could feel their eyes on the cheeks of my ass as I bent 
over in that tiny skirt. I knew that things would be 
getting started much earlier today. I knew I was going 
to get fucked, a lot. Believe me, I was ready.

Unless something was said between them that I didn't 
hear, Mark didn't wait for someone else to get things 
started. He walked up behind me and put his hand on my 
ass and started caressing me while I put the beer away. 

"My god you are beautiful, girl!" he exclaimed. I could 
hear the lust in his voice. But more than that, I could 
hear that he did truly think that I was beautiful. 

I had to pause for a moment when I felt his hand slip 
down between my legs and rub my pussy. I have to assume 
that Sean had given them some indication that there 
weren't any limits today. I couldn't believe that Mark 
would be this forward so soon, even after what happened 
last Sunday.

I finished putting the beer away and I stood up slowly. 
I turned around and said, "How dare you sir! How dare 
you take advantage of me when I am so helpless and 
unable to defend myself?"

He laughed and said, "If you hadn't been wearing that 
little thong I just might have taken advantage of you! 
God you have a beautiful ass!"

Sean said, "Well damn, Mark. If the thong is in your 
way, take it off!"

It was crowded in our little kitchen with the four of 
us gathered in front of the fridge. I held up my hand 
and suggested that we take this into the other room. 

Sean and Brad turned and led the way. Mark allowed me 
to precede him and walked behind me, holding my skirt 
up in the back to watch me walk. I put a little extra 
hip action into it just to tease him.

The other two had taken seats and were watching us as I 
strolled into the room with Mark behind me, exposing me 
and leering at my ass.

I suddenly realized that nobody had a drink and I 
hadn't brought out the snacks. I apologized for being a 
bad hostess and asked everyone what they wanted. Dumb 
question! It was obvious what everyone wanted. 

So I went over to Brad and said, "Well Brad, it doesn't 
look like anyone is going to be watching the pre race 
show. Would you mind giving me a hand with this top?"

Brad smiled and reached up and played with my breasts 
for a moment before he finally lifted my crop top up 
and over my head. Then I went to Sean for help with my 
skirt. When I had stepped out of my skirt and was left 
in just my heels, hose and thong I went to Mark. I 
didn't even have to ask. He dropped to his knees in 
front of me and started removing my thong, slowly, with 
his teeth. 

The other guys found that amusing. I kind of enjoyed it 
too.

He was careful to rub his nose against my clit when he 
had my thongs down to just below my crotch. Then he 
edged them down a little further and I watched him lap 
at the soaking wet little patch of cloth. Then he took 
it into his mouth and sucked my juices out of it. 
Watching him made me shiver. I was at least as ready 
for what was going to happen as these guys were. Christ 
I was horny!

I put my hands on Mark's shoulders and steadied myself 
as I slipped my legs out of the thong. Mark started to 
stick it in his pocket but I bent over and asked, "Do 
you really want Kim finding those when she is doing 
your laundry?"

He grinned sheepishly and said, "Good thinking," and 
tossed them away. Then he pulled me down and I 
stretched out on the floor in front of him. He started 
kissing my feet and sucking my toes. No one had ever 
done that to me before and I was surprised at how 
arousing it could be. I really enjoyed it. 

As Mark started kissing and licking his way up my legs 
I saw Sean and Brad stand up and undress. When they 
were naked they knelt beside me and Sean started 
kissing my lips while Brad started licking and sucking 
and squeezing my breast. Having three men making love 
to me like that was the most exciting thing! I had my 
first orgasm before Mark's tongue ever reached my 
pussy! 

I just surrendered myself to the pleasures they were 
giving me. I didn't think, I just felt. It was just 
total eroticism. I had stopped worrying about what they 
would think of me later and I was totally surrendering 
myself to them. It was much better than last week, and 
last week had been wonderful!

Mark ate me to several orgasms before he paused to 
undress. I found myself surrounded my naked men again. 
It was something I was really beginning to enjoy. I 
reached out for Sean and Brad's cocks and both men were 
lubricating like crazy. My hands were covered in the 
slippery fluid and it felt great as I rubbed it all 
over their nice, hot, hard cocks. They were groaning 
and shivering, and I realized that I had better stop 
what I was doing or I was going to have cum running up 
and down my arms. That wasn't where I wanted it.

Mark was getting impatient. He said to Sean, "Man, why 
don't you get out of the way so we can get a little 
relief here?! I am about to explode!"

Sean stopped kissing me long enough to say, "Well what 
are you waiting for? Go ahead and fuck her!"

Mark didn't wait to make sure he was hearing right. He 
lifted my legs up and moved up so that his cock was 
resting on my pussy. I felt him fumbling around and 
then I felt it enter me. I heard him gasp as his cock 
was enveloped in my hot, clasping pussy. 

I gasped too. I was so fucking turned on. Sean kissed 
me a moment longer and then he sat up and watched for a 
few minutes while Mark fucked me. Mark remained in an 
upright position, looking down at me. I looked up at 
him after Sean sat up. I could see him watching my 
face, and watching the violent motion of my breasts as 
they swung about in response to his thrusts. 

I didn't even notice Sean leaving the room and coming 
back with our digital movie camera. He started filming 
and when I spotted him I just smiled. 

Brad decided not to wait and moved up to my face. I 
turned my head and took his nice hard cock into my 
mouth. I started to suck him enthusiastically, but he 
stopped me. 

"Slow down Myra," he whispered. "You have gotten me too 
fucking hot too soon. I don't want to cum yet."

I pulled my mouth away and suggested, "How about if I 
relieve some of that pressure and then I can suck you 
until you get hard again?"

He smiled and said, "I never say no to a lady." Then he 
started fucking his cock into my mouth, slowly at 
first, then more and more like he was fucking my pussy. 
It didn't last long and when he started to cum I held 
the head of his cock in my mouth and used my hand to 
finish him off so that I could get his cum in my mouth 
and not all down my throat. When he was done I held 
onto his cock and pulled my mouth away and showed him 
his huge load on my tongue. Then I swallowed slowly and 
pulled him close again and licked his cock, getting 
those last few drops.

I was going to start sucking him again but he pulled 
away. He stretched out beside me and started sucking 
and biting my nipples and he slid a hand down to play 
with my clit. God it felt great! I started cumming and 
I came at least three times before Mark roared like a 
bear and filled my pussy with a load of hot cum.

Brad sat up and when Mark pulled out of me I turned 
around and sucked him clean. No one had ever done that 
for him before and it drove him crazy. Sometimes it's a 
lot of fun being me! I love driving guys crazy, 
especially when they pay me back with a bucket full of 
orgasms. I had to admit, I was really starting to enjoy 
NASCAR!

I got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned up a 
little. Then I went back to the living room. Sean had 
already put out some snacks and gotten everyone a beer. 
I brought everyone a towel to sit on. All of our 
furniture is cheap stuff, but I don't want it stained 
any more than necessary. There's no telling when we 
will be able to get a nice house and nice furniture.

I saw that the race had started and the guys were 
watching, though they looked up when I entered the room 
and watched me instead. I was headed over to where Sean 
was sitting. I was going to sit on his lap. Mark 
intercepted me though, and pulled me onto his lap 
instead. I stretched out my hand to Sean and he handed 
me my beer and I sat in Mark's lap for a while and just 
enjoyed what he was doing with his hands while they 
watched TV. 

While everyone was watching the race Mark was talking 
softly in my ear. "Do you know how old I am?" he asked. 
I shook my head. I would have guessed twenty-five or 
twenty-six. 

"I'm twenty-nine, eleven years older than you. I was 
the biggest pussy hound in my high school. Hell, I lost 
my virginity when I was thirteen. I have had sex with a 
lot of girls and a lot of women. I have to say that you 
are the best fuck I have ever had in my life. You are 
also the best cocksucker by a long shot. I am starting 
to believe in reincarnation, because no eighteen year 
old girl could be as good as you. If Sean wasn't a very 
good friend of mine, I would be all over you. I would 
leave my wife for you. No, get that look off your face. 
Don't worry. I wouldn't do that to either of you. I am 
just saying, you are the most fantastic fuck in the 
fucking world!"

I looked around and saw that Sean and Brad had been 
listening. I felt better knowing that he wasn't trying 
to do something behind Sean's back. Apparently he was 
just paying me a compliment. I could tell by the lump 
under my ass that he was being sincere, so I thought I 
would thank him appropriately. I got between his legs 
and sucked him off. I could see Sean recording it so I 
made sure to smile at him after I swallowed Mark's cum. 

When Mark was satisfied I looked at Brad. He had gotten 
hard again too. I walked over on my knees to where he 
was sitting and I kissed his cock and licked it a 
little and then I smiled at him and asked, "Wanna 
fuck?"

He laughed and said, "Nah, not really. But I hate to 
see you suffer like this."

I tossed my towel onto the rug and sat down on it and 
stretched out on my back. Brad moved to my side and 
started kissing me and feeling me up. I liked Brad, but 
I also liked sex with him. He seemed to enjoy the 
foreplay as much as I did. He was very good with his 
hands too. I came twice while he kissed me and moved 
his hands all over me, and then twice more while he ate 
my juicy pussy. He finally couldn't take it anymore and 
he got into position over me and I guided him into me 
with my hands. 

While Brad was fucking me Sean handed the camera to 
Mark and he got down beside me. He started whispering 
in my ear. "Having fun?"

I nodded and smiled at him. 

"Good," he said. "I love it when you are having fun." 
Then he reached between us and played with my tits 
while we kissed. I could see Brad above us, watching 
and smiling and fucking faster and faster.

Sean moved his hand down and started rubbing my clit 
while Brad picked up the pace and soon both of us were 
cumming. He stayed above me, leaning on his arms and 
watching Sean and me kissing until his cock was soft. 
When he pulled it out I sat up and sucked him clean. 
Then I started to get up and go to the bathroom and 
wash up again but Sean stopped me. 

"No, don't go yet. I want to fuck you when you are full 
of another man's cum."

I smiled and lay back down. Sean moved over me and his 
cock slid right in. Our lips met and our eyes were open 
and we were staring at each other. He had his hands 
around my wrists. He was holding my arms above my head 
the way I like. 

He started fucking me, slow and gentle and god I was 
turned on! I don't usually cum from just fucking, but I 
was so turned on, and he was doing it so well, and the 
idea that he was fucking me when my pussy was full of 
Brad's cum, that was all just too much and I started 
cumming again. Even all the noise from the race cars 
seemed to be contributing!

Sean finally came and I sucked him clean. Then he 
helped me up and walked me back to the bathroom so I 
could clean up. Well, that was what I thought it was 
for. He closed the door and sat me on the toilet and I 
knew what he had in mind when he stood in front of me 
and spread my legs apart.

He bent down and kissed me and told me how much he 
loved me. He told me how much he loved how hot I was, 
how sexy I was. Then he straightened out and held his 
cock in his hand and soon I felt a hot stream of piss 
streaming over my pussy. I sat back and closed my eyes 
and my hands came up to caress my tits and pull on my 
nipples and before he finished I had another explosive 
orgasm. I slumped onto the toilet and rested a minute 
while he turned on the hot water to warm up the shower. 
He kissed me again and left me to clean myself up.

It went on like that all afternoon, until almost 6:30 
PM. During that entire time there was always somebody 
doing something to me, or I was doing something to 
them. Sean apparently hadn't told them about my ass 
being opened up. I guess he was keeping one hole for 
himself. Well, himself and my rapist.

We were all exhausted by the time the race was over. I 
took the two guys back to the bathroom one at a time 
and showered with them so that they wouldn't go home 
smelling like my pussy. 

They finally left a little before seven. A secondary 
good effect of having these little orgies at our house 
on Sunday was that we seemed to have enough beer left 
over to last through the week. 

Sean and I cleaned up the living room and I opened the 
windows to air out the house for a while. We had 
snacked enough that neither of us wanted supper. We had 
already had enough beer for the day too. So we just sat 
and cuddled on the couch and watched TV for a while. 

Sean still had another week of training left, so we 
went to bed early again. I had not had any trouble 
avoiding thinking about tomorrow and what might happen. 
I had been pretty busy. Now, with Sean breathing 
quietly beside me, I wondered about tomorrow. I knew I 
shouldn't go. I knew that I didn't have to. He couldn't 
blackmail me with the threat of giving those pictures 
to my husband. 

I still had to worry about pissing him off and having 
him come to my home when Sean was at work and teach me 
a lesson for disobeying him. I was pretty sure he would 
do that if I didn't show up. He would wait until I had 
gotten complacent and then one day he would be in my 
house and he would find something terrible to do to me.

I had to be honest though. I knew that wasn't why I 
would probably go to him tomorrow. I would go to him 
because it excited me to be afraid of him and to be 
helpless before him. I would go to my rapist tomorrow 
because I craved that feeling of being powerless, 
helpless.

***

The next morning at breakfast, Sean handed me Mark's 
cell phone. We decided that it was about time to get 
phones of our own. It was an expense I really didn't 
want to take on yet, but there are times, like today, 
that cell phones are handy. And when is the last time 
you saw a working pay phone?

After Sean left for his class, I went to the bedroom to 
decide what to wear today. I knew it would have to be 
sexy, but he hadn't told me anything about what he had 
planned so I didn't know what would be appropriate.

I finally settled on a nice sundress with a very deep 
cut front. It was open to below my breasts and showed a 
great deal of cleavage. I picked out a pair of lacy 
white bikini panties and some white thigh highs with 
lacy tops that nearly matched the panties.

Then I piddled around the house with nothing to do for 
several hours. Finally it was time for me to take a 
shower and get dressed. I trimmed my dark red pubic 
hair into a neat V, and I shaved my legs and my 
armpits. I showered and oiled up my skin and put on my 
makeup. I did my hair and at last got dressed and ready 
to leave. Just before I left I took two Tylenol and 
sprayed sore throat spray down my throat. Better safe 
than sorry.

Then I drove over to 34th Street and cut down to Libby. 
When I stopped at the intersection I saw The Well 
across the street and I pulled into the parking lot 
behind my rapist's car. As Sean suggested, I called our 
home phone and left his license number on our answering 
machine. Then I put the cell phone in my purse and got 
out and locked my car. I stood there, I was five 
minutes early. It took me a minute to get up the 
courage to walk inside.

I looked around the parking lot. There were a dozen 
cars and pickup trucks in the lot. I couldn't really 
tell anything about the bar from the outside. It just 
looked like a quiet neighborhood bar. It wasn't a strip 
joint or a biker bar or anything special, at least, as 
far as I could tell.

I knew I would regret it if I walked in to that bar ten 
seconds late, so I headed in, two minutes early. I 
stopped inside the door and looked around the dark bar 
until I saw my rapist. He was sitting at a booth 
against the far wall with two other men. The two men 
were not two of the four from last week. 

I saw my rapist look up and see me. He didn't even 
acknowledge my existence. He totally ignored me. He 
turned back to his two companions and resumed his 
conversation. I walked over to stand beside his table 
and wait for him to tell me what he wanted me to do.

As I stood there his two companions ogled me, but my 
rapist continued to ignore me for several moments. He 
turned to me after several long, uncomfortable minutes 
and asked, "Are you wearing a bra?" 

I knew that he could see that I wasn't. It was obvious, 
but I shook my head. It occurred to me that he had only 
asked me to embarrass me, and it worked.

Then he asked, "Are you wearing panties?"

I answered, "Yes sir."

"Show me," he ordered.

I didn't even look around the room to see who was 
watching. I didn't want to know. I reached down and 
started pulling the material of my little sundress up. 
It was only about four inches below my crotch. By the 
time I had gathered a double handful of material I was 
displaying several inches of my underwear for the 
amusement of my rapist and his companions. 

He was still watching me, still waiting, so I pulled my 
skirt up all the way to my waist in front. He finally 
complimented me on my choice of undergarments. I 
started to drop my skirt back into place but he said, 
"I didn't tell you that you could do that! Fuck up 
again and I'll spank you right here in front of 
everyone."

"Yes sir," I said. "I'm sorry sir."

"You're damned right you're sorry," he said 
sarcastically. "but you still have to be punished so 
that you will remember not to do it again. Hand me your 
dress."

I shivered in fear as I dropped my skirt and unbuttoned 
the front of my little sundress. I heard men gathering 
around behind me as I slipped it off of my shoulders 
and handed it to my rapist. 

He set my dress on the seat beside him and ordered me 
to go get him another beer. I kept my eyes down and 
tried not to listen to all of the obscene comments from 
the dozen or so men in the bar as I walked through them 
to the bar which was against the side wall of the long, 
narrow bar room. Several of the men groped me as I 
passed through them, but I finally made it to the bar 
and asked for a beer for my rapist. 

I paid for it and took it back to him, getting groped 
even more this time, since everyone had seen that I had 
done nothing to prevent it before.

I put my rapist's beer down near him and waited for my 
next humiliation. It wasn't long in coming. He looked 
at me, with that arrogant, disdainful look and said, 
"You look silly in just those panties. You might as 
well take them off."

Oh Christ! I was going to be naked in a bar room full 
of dirty old men! I didn't see a man in here that was 
not older than my father. They were a collection of 
old, mostly overweight, ugly old men. They were 
enjoying the hell out of my discomfort. I couldn't see 
any compassion on a single face in this room.

I hooked my thumbs in my waistband and I was about to 
slide them down when he stopped me. 

"Why don't you ask around and see if anyone else would 
like to do that for you, you stupid cunt," he ordered.

I never got to actually ask anyone to take my underwear 
off. As soon as I turned around there was a brief 
struggle and the winner stuck one large hand down the 
front of my panties and another large hand down the 
back of them and groped me for a moment before he 
slowly slid them down off of my hips and down my 
thighs. As my flesh was bared to the men in the room, 
those close enough explored my naked flesh eagerly.

My rapist finally stood up and his companions joined 
him. They dragged me to the other end of the room where 
there was a small, sturdy, square table in the corner. 
My rapist picked me up and dropped me onto the table on 
my back. Then he stood at my head and pulled out his 
large cock and began fucking my throat while one of his 
companions started fucking my pussy. The comments from 
the audience as they saw me swallow my rapist's cock 
were disgusting, and they really turned me on. 

As soon as my rapist came down my throat, the other man 
from his table took his place. I noticed a lot of men 
taking pictures of me with cell phone cameras. I also 
noticed someone recording everything with a movie 
camera. None of that mattered now. All that mattered 
were cocks and cum. I had plenty of those things. I was 
kept full for nearly two hours before those dirty old 
men were finished with me. 

My rapist came over after I had been alone for several 
minutes. He handed me a spoon and ordered me to clean 
up. That got the men gathered around me again and they 
all watched as I scooped up all of the cum that I could 
from my thighs and my pussy and ate it. When I had done 
that he picked me up off of the table and pointed to 
the large pool of cum on the table. When I had licked 
that up he pointed to another pool on the nasty floor. 
I was already starting to get sick to my stomach. I 
just barely managed to control myself as I dropped down 
and licked the cold, runny cum off of the floor. Even 
my audience seemed to be getting grossed out.

I was pulled to my feet when my rapist was satisfied 
and he pulled me back over to his table. He picked up 
my dress and my purse and dragged me to the door and 
pushed me into the parking lot. He followed me out and 
said, "You did pretty good today, but then, I was 
taking it easy on you." Then he handed me another note 
and ordered me to go home.

I could see cars slowing down on the street and I heard 
several horns honking as I quickly slipped my dress on 
and rushed to my car and got in. I looked around and 
saw no one, so I opened the note and read:


"Bitch, Be ready when I pick you up tomorrow morning at 
eight. Dress nice, but conservative; wear a bra, plain 
panties, and thigh highs."


Fuck! Two fucking days in a row! 

I started my car and drove home and raced to the 
bathroom. 

I was surprised that no one had touched my ass today. 
Well, that isn't right. It had been touched frequently. 
Nobody had fucked my ass today. I was certainly glad 
though. I had feared my rapist's cock in my ass more 
than anything else. To be honest, my rapist had been 
right. 

Today had been a pretty easy day. I had fucked and 
sucked a dozen or so middle aged men. No rough stuff. I 
had been forced to undress in a public bar. That was 
exciting, in a humiliating kind of way. That kind of 
thing was the reason I had gone today, that public 
humiliation and public abuse. That had been the most 
exciting part of what had happened to me today. I hated 
it, but I craved it.

I lay in my tub, as hot as I could stand it, and 
thought about the events of the day. I ended up using 
my finger and coming several times as I thought about 
what I must have looked like, undressing in that bar 
full of dirty old men that were almost old enough to be 
my grandfather, and submitting to them. Letting them 
fuck my mouth and my pussy. My grandfather doesn't live 
in our town. I wonder if he would have fucked me if he 
had been there.

I washed myself all over and then I just soaked in the 
bubble bath. The next thing I knew I was waking up and 
the water was cold. I stood up and dried off and saw 
that it was only a little after seven PM. There was no 
set time for Sean to come home this week, but he would 
probably not be home for at least two more hours, 
probably three. 

I went out to the kitchen and had a salad and then I 
watched some mindless pap on TV while I waited for 
Sean. He came in at just after nine and I could tell 
how relieved he was to see me unharmed.

He told me that he had been worrying about me all day 
and was terrified that he did the wrong thing when he 
didn't forbid me to go to that bar today.

We went right to bed and curled up with my head on his 
chest and my hand on his cock as I told him about my 
day. He got hard as soon as I started telling him about 
lifting my skirt in the middle of that bar.

The story involved a lot of repetition, and nothing 
really out of the ordinary, well, what passes for 
ordinary these days. I told him about getting dressed 
to the sound of honking horns in the parking lot and 
then I gave him a nice blowjob. He asked me if I would 
like him to return the favor, but I was still pretty 
tender and I had actually done a pretty good job of 
taking care of that in the bathtub. So we went to sleep 
in each other's arms. I decided to wait until morning 
to tell him about the next set of directions, the next 
note.

***

On Tuesday morning I waited for him at the breakfast 
table and after he had eaten and we were sitting there 
drinking coffee I showed him the note. 

He read it and then he shook his head. "I don't know 
babe. I was worried sick about you yesterday."

"Yes," I responded, "but last night you listened to 
what happened and when I put my mouth on your cock you 
came in less than a minute. Besides, how am I going to 
get you a copy of the movie if I don't see him again?"

"So I guess that means you want to try again," he 
asked.

"It was exciting for me too. You know what turned me on 
the most? When he made me undress in front of all of 
those strange men I got so fucking hot! The sex was 
okay. I came a bunch of times at first, until I started 
getting sore. But when he ordered me to lift my skirt 
in that bar I was so turned on! 

At least there was no pain yesterday. I'm sorry. I do 
find it exciting to be under his control. It's up to 
you though. If you don't want me to go I won't. And no, 
I won't resent it. After all, we'll still have 
Sundays," I said with a smile.

He kissed me and headed for the door. At the door he 
turned and said, "No, it's up to you. Please be careful 
if you go."

I suddenly remembered that I had Mark's cell phone and 
I called him back and handed it to him. We kissed again 
and then I went to pick out something to wear for my 
rapist.

In a way it was better, not having to wait until the 
afternoon. All that fear, dread and anticipation could 
drive you nuts.

I took a shower and picked out a plain white bra and 
panty set that would have made my mother proud. I wore 
a plain white blouse and a navy skirt that almost 
touched my knees. I had on suntan thigh highs and a 
comfortable shoe with a one inch heel. I looked like 
the schoolmarm.

He rang my bell ten minutes early but I was sitting, 
waiting impatiently and I jumped up and let him in. He 
looked me over and made me lift my skirt. He apparently 
approved and started out the door, nodding for me to 
follow him.

We went out to his car and I sat on the passenger side 
and stared out of the window. He ignored me. He not 
said a word since he came into my house that morning 
and told me to lift my skirt so that he could check my 
underwear.

Before long my rapist pulled up in front of a large, 
modern building. The sign out front said Dark Dreams 
Studios. 

I got out and followed my rapist inside. I followed him 
down a hall to an office. He opened the door and went 
in and sat down. I went in and stood beside him, 
waiting for an order. We waited for several minutes 
until a man finally came in from another door in the 
back of the office. He smiled when he saw us and came 
around the desk and looked me over. 

"What's your name sweetheart?" he asked.

"Myra, sir," I responded.

"How old are you Myra?"

"Eighteen, sir," I answered.

"Do you have your ID with you?"

I handed him my driver's license.

"Do you know why you are here?" he asked.

"No sir," I responded.

He turned to my rapist and asked, "Is she going to be 
any trouble?"

"Don't worry, she'll do anything I tell her to do," he 
answered. Then he turned to me and said, "Won't you 
cunt?"

I nodded.

The stranger asked my rapist if I was dressed as they 
had discussed and he nodded. 

He went back around his desk and sat down and filled 
out some forms, taking my personal information from my 
driver's license. He looked up and asked me if the 
address was correct and I nodded.

I waited in silence for a few minutes and then he 
called me over to his desk and made me sign some 
papers. I didn't know what they said, and he didn't 
explain. He showed me where to sign and then he stared 
down my blouse while I bent over and signed the forms.

He handed me back my license and I put it away. When I 
was ready I was led through the door that the man had 
come in through. There were two men near the far end of 
a long hallway with professional looking movie cameras 
pointed at us. The man who had given me the papers to 
sign instructed me to go the door on the left, just 
this side of the men with the cameras, and not to look 
at the cameras. I was instructed to knock on the door 
and ask for Mike Hunt.

As soon as he had finished telling me what to do he 
stepped back into his office and waived me on. I walked 
slowly down the hallway, more curious than scared, so 
far anyway. 

I stopped in front of the door, self consciously 
avoiding looking at the cameras, and knocked. A deep 
voice asked who was at the door and, as instructed I 
answered that I was looking for Mike Hunt. I had seen 
"Porky's" and I knew what I was saying.

There was a pause and the door opened. On the other 
side of the door was a very large, very black man who 
appeared to be in his late forties or early fifties. He 
had a very mean look on his face. He looked me over and 
said, "Well hello little girl. What's your name 
darlin'?"

"Myra," I responded. Now I was nervous.

Another large black man appeared behind the man I was 
talking to. He was looking me up and down and he 
obviously liked what he was seeing.

The man who had opened the door asked, "How old are you 
Myra?"

"Eighteen," I responded.

"Shit," he exclaimed, "I got two kids older than you!"

"So tell me," he continued, "how long have you been 
looking for your cunt?"

"Excuse me!" I said. I had an idea where this was 
going, but I didn't want to screw it up and piss my 
rapist off.

The man at the door invited me inside and stepped up 
and grabbed my arm and pulled me in, gently, but 
firmly.

The camera men followed me in. I saw that I was on a 
movie set that appeared to have been made up to 
represent a living room in a run down tenement. There 
was a camera man already in the room and I also spotted 
some overhead cameras. There were four more large black 
men sitting around the room watching us. All of the men 
were large and all seemed to be in about the same age 
group, about ten or fifteen years older than my father.

The man that had answered the door brought me into the 
room and stood behind me and said, "Did you hear that 
fellas? This poor young thing can't find her cunt! Have 
any of you seen her cunt?"

The men were all laughing and smiling and they all 
seemed to really regret that none of them had seen my 
cunt. I guess they were anxious to help me out.

Two of the men who had been seated stood up and joined 
the two that already stood on either side of me. 

One of them said, "Well gentlemen, it seems to me that 
the charitable thing to do here is to help this lady 
find her cunt." There were murmurs of agreement and I 
started backing up. I said, "I think I must have come 
to the wrong door. I need to leave now. I am sorry I 
bothered you." 

I knew I wouldn't be allowed to leave. The four men 
that surrounded me started fondling me through my 
clothing. One of the cameras kept coming in for close 
ups of their hands on my body. They were all so large 
and overpowering that they seemed to suck all of the 
oxygen out of the room. 

I struggled a little, I tried to pull away and one of 
the men slapped me and said, "Stand still god damn it! 
You ain't going nowhere bitch!"

I screamed. Well, it was more of a loud squeak 
actually. I put my hand to my face and then I stood 
still as the men started undressing me. One of them 
held my hand up and examined my wedding ring. 

"How long have you been married, little girl?" he 
asked.

"Almost five months," I responded, not much above a 
whisper. I was crying quietly now and the tears were 
rolling down my cheeks. 

One of the men leaned down and licked the tears off of 
one cheek. Seeing that a man on the other side of me 
asked him how I tasted.

The first man said, "Sweet. Yeah man, this is one sweet 
little pussy."

The second man leaned down on the other side of me and 
licked my other cheek and then he grabbed my hair and 
turned my head and started kissing me, probing my mouth 
with his long, fat tongue.

While he kissed me I felt my blouse being removed and 
someone was unbuttoning my skirt. They were not being 
gentle either. I felt my skirt fall to the floor and 
the man kissing me straightened up and, along with his 
friends, checked me out in my modest white bra and 
panties. Their hands were moving all over me now. 

One large hand slid up my thigh and rubbed my pussy 
through my underwear. The man touching me said, "I 
think I have some good news for you little girl. I 
believe I have located your lost cunt."

The others all chuckled at that. Someone behind me 
unfastened my bra and it was unceremoniously dragged 
down my arms and cast aside. It was immediately 
replaced by large, strong, rough hands. They squeezed 
and pulled and just generally mauled my breasts.

They left my panties on for a long time as they 
explored my breasts and one of them went back to 
kissing me. There were also hands exploring me over my 
panties. Caressing the cheeks of my butt and pressing 
against my pussy and rubbing, pushing my panties inside 
my damp slit.

Two of them were taking turns kissing me. I had never 
kissed a black person before. I had thought that it 
would be different. But all I noticed was that I was so 
overpowered by these large, dominant men. I was having 
trouble restraining myself. I knew it was too early for 
them to see how aroused I was becoming.

Two of the men grabbed the waist band of my panties and 
lifted me right off of the floor. The crotch panel 
pulled right up into my slit and my pussy lips bulged 
out around the material. I wouldn't know until later, 
when I finally saw the movie, how obscene it looked. 
One of the men bent over and looked closely at my 
pussy, stretching out the straining material of my 
panties and said, "Yeah, no doubt about it girl, we 
have found your missing cunt."

The two men set my feet back on the floor and then one 
of them roughly stripped off my panties. I was pulled 
over to a ratty looking, but sturdy coffee table and 
bent down over it. Someone produced some rope and my 
wrists were secured to the legs on one side of the 
table, then my knees were spread as wide as possible 
and secured on the other side. This was the first time 
I had ever been tied up and, don't tell anyone I said 
so, but it was pretty exciting

My head hung down and I stared at the floor while I 
listened to the sound of the men undressing. One of the 
men knelt by my face and lifted my head, using my hair 
as a handle. I could see the camera man right beside 
me, getting a good close up.

"I ain't ever fucked a redhead," the man said. "But 
I'll get around to that later. First I want to see if 
you are any good at sucking cock. You ever sucked a 
black cock before, little girl?"

I gasped out, "No." It was hard to talk because of my 
hair being pulled back and the hands that were roughly 
exploring my body.

I saw the man's cock for the first time. It was not 
quite as thick as my rapist's cock, though it was just 
about the same length. It was still not quite hard 
though, so I was a bit concerned about how much longer 
it might get.

He grabbed his cock with his free hand and rubbed the 
head of it all over my face. I closed my eyes but he 
ordered me to keep them open. It was hard, and I 
couldn't see very well now because of the tears that 
were flowing again, mostly because of the pain from 
having my hair pulled.

He pressed the head of his cock against my lips and I 
didn't struggle. I opened my mouth and he started 
slowly forcing more and more of his large cock into my 
mouth. It didn't take the gentle treatment long to go 
away though. Soon he was thrusting all the way to the 
back of my throat and on one of his brutal thrusts his 
cock finally plunged down my throat. It seemed to 
surprise him and he paused and held my lips stretched 
tightly around the base of his large cock and said, 
"Son of a bitch! Look at what this little cunt can do!" 

He held his cock there for much too long and I was 
getting desperate for air by the time he pulled it back 
and let me breathe. He didn't give me much time to gasp 
for air though. He started fucking my mouth hard.

I was distracted by one of them fumbling with my pussy 
and soon I had another, obviously very large black cock 
fucking me violently. They both fucked me and they were 
very rough about it. I had the feeling that their cocks 
were meeting somewhere in the middle of me. The fucking 
was pretty brutal and seemed to last a long time, but 
they didn't cum. They pulled out and two more men with 
equally impressive slabs of hard, black meat took their 
places. 

The six of them kept taking turns, alternating as their 
turns came back around. Except for the first three 
cocks in my mouth they always tasted like pussy when 
they first entered my mouth. 

As they fucked me at both ends the four that were 
waiting their turns kept up a running line of filthy 
chatter about my various merits and shortcomings as a 
piece of white ass. I was aware of it, but I wasn't 
listening. I mostly focused on the cock in my mouth at 
the moment. The one in my pussy could take care of 
itself, but I had to concentrate on breathing around 
the one in my mouth and my already sore throat.

They went on alternating like that for a very long 
time. At least it seemed like a long time to me. Then 
they started cumming. They all came the same way. One 
at a time they pulled my head up and stuck the end of 
their cock in my wide open mouth and used their free 
hand to beat off into my mouth. The camera was right 
there to capture the gobs of cum shooting into my 
mouth. All six of them filled my mouth with cum that 
way.

The man that had cum first waited until the others had 
all filled my mouth with their hot loads and then he 
made me suck him again. As soon as I started sucking I 
knew what was coming. One of the others was stretching 
out my ass and applying a cold lube to my asshole. All 
six of these cocks were as fat as my rapist's, so I 
knew this was going to be bad. I was helpless though. 
The only thing I could do was plead with them not to do 
that. Nobody understood me though, because of the cock 
in my mouth. Not that they would have cared.

I'm pretty sure that they knew what I was gurgling 
about. They were laughing and joking about how they 
were going to tear my ass up, make it so I had to wear 
a diaper the rest of my life. That hadn't even occurred 
to me. I had just been worried about getting torn and 
having to go to the doctor and explain what had 
happened.

The cock in my mouth was hard now and the man behind me 
was apparently satisfied that my ass was loosened up 
enough. The man I was sucking pulled out and moved 
behind me. There was a pause; hopefully he was putting 
some lube on his huge cock. Then I felt it, the 
pressure of that huge piece of meat pushing 
relentlessly against my small, tight hole. 

I screamed in pain, a lot of pain. It took him several 
attempts before he was finally able to push the head of 
his cock into my ass. I screamed again, long and hard. 
I screamed so hard it hurt my already very sore throat. 
They all thought that was amusing and the five waiting 
their turns just encouraged the one raping my ass to 
give me hell and make it hurt.

For a long time they stood around watching. Then one of 
them came around and put his cock in my mouth. I 
assumed that he was getting warmed up for his turn.

The six of them lasted well over an hour and a half by 
this time. When they were nearing orgasm they didn't 
cum in my ass. Every time one of them was ready to cum 
they stood up and walked around the table and came the 
same way they did the first time, jacking off into my 
mouth while the one that was next buried himself in my 
painfully stretched ass.

After each one came in my mouth they gave me a moment 
to swallow before they plowed their soft cocks into my 
mouth to be cleaned.

Two of the men apparently didn't find my tight ass to 
be satisfying enough. The first kept slapping my ass 
with his large hand, very hard. The sharp noise of 
every slap filled the room. My ass was bright red by 
the time he came around to shoot his cum into my mouth. 
The second one didn't use his hand. He used a doubled 
up leather belt. I was begging him to stop in my raspy 
whisper, the only way I could communicate by this time. 
My cries of pain and my pleas for mercy were apparently 
just what he wanted to hear, because he kept on beating 
my ass until he too was ready to fill my mouth.

When all six of them were through raping my ass they 
untied me from the table. I prayed it was over, but I 
saw that they were still filming. I was flipped over 
onto my back and tied back down. Now that I could look 
up I saw that there was an observation area on one 
side. Since the room we were in had fake walls and no 
ceiling, there were a series of seats that looked down 
over one of the walls. I saw a dozen men and four women 
watching avidly as I was raped by these six black men. 
But it was all in the name of art. I was going to be a 
movie star!

Soon after I was secured to the table on my back there 
was a knock on the door. 

Oh Christ! Not more of them. God, I am so sore and 
tired.

One of the men opened the door and another large black 
man came in, carrying a small leather bag. Like a 
doctor's bag.

He placed the bag on the table beside me and looked me 
over. He was talking to one of the men, but at first I 
didn't understand what they were saying. When I did I 
panicked. I started struggling and yelling at them to 
let me go. They were talking about piercing! They were 
discussing how many and where!

I need to explain here that I am terrified of needles. 
I am one of the few women in the western world that has 
not had her ears pierced. So I was crying hysterically 
now and begging them to let me go. 

It was music to their ears.

The new man stood over me, watching and smiling and 
undressing. As soon as he was undressed he knelt 
between my legs and pushed his long, fat cock into my 
pussy and held it there. Then he reached out and 
started pinching and pulling on my nipples. I was 
trying to hold my head up so that I could see what he 
was doing, right up until he clamped some strange metal 
device down on my nipple and stabbed me with a large 
needle. 

I passed out immediately and my head dropped down and 
struck the side of the coffee table with a loud thunk. 
If you buy the movie you will hear it. 

They stopped what they were doing and slapped my face 
until I returned to consciousness, and then they 
finished piercing my right nipple and inserting a large 
ring. They had to awaken me twice more before they got 
the first ring in. 

Then they did the same thing on my left nipple. Again I 
passed out several times before they finished inserting 
the ring. As soon as he finished mutilating my nipples 
he stroked his cock in and out of me a few times, then 
he pulled out and started manipulating my clitoris. I 
couldn't scream anymore. My throat was so raw that a 
quiet rasping noise was all that I was capable of. But 
I made that noise and whipped my head back and forth 
and did anything I could to make them stop. It was all 
to no avail.

My head hung down and I couldn't see what was 
happening. I definitely felt it though. I felt that 
clamp when they applied it to the skin over my clit and 
I felt the needle when they plunged it into me. By the 
time I regained consciousness this time the ring was 
in. The pain in my nipples and my clit was unbearable. 
I was pissed off, but I was also terrified. I saw the 
camera right in my face, recording my pleas and my 
suffering and I looked into the lens and pleaded softly 
to go home.

Unfortunately, they weren't through yet. The newcomer 
moved to the other side of the table and knelt by my 
head. He reached into his bag and pulled out a big, 
round, rubber coated, metal circle. He forced it into 
my mouth between my teeth, despite everything I did to 
avoid it. Then he fastened the straps on it to the back 
of my head. 

I was past fighting him now. I went limp on the table 
and waited for the nightmare to end. One of the first 
six men came over and held my head up horizontally. I 
closed my eyes now. I couldn't watch. I felt the clamp 
close over my tongue and the pain as he pulled it out 
of my mouth as far as he could. Then I felt the 
stabbing pain as he drove another needle into my 
tongue. He fiddled around with the piercing in my 
tongue for a while. Then he removed the clamp and 
finally the ring which was holding my mouth wide open.

But he wasn't quite done yet. He was still hard. He 
went back around to my pussy and drove his large cock 
back into me. I screamed again. Every move he made 
aggravated the pain in my clit. I could only be 
thankful that he was apparently very excited by his 
work because he lasted only half as long as the other 
men that had raped me today. Unlike the others though, 
this one came in my pussy.

I was finally untied and two of the men helped me to my 
feet. They half carried me to the door and one of them 
said, "You're a pretty good fuck little girl. You ever 
need help finding your cunt again you come on back. I 
suspect it will be a lot easier to find now though." 
Then he threw my clothes out into the hall and pushed 
me out after them. 

One of the camera men had preceded me out into the 
hallway. I stood outside the door and struggled into my 
skirt and blouse. Then, with my underwear in my hand, I 
staggered down the hallway to the door through which I 
had entered when all of this started.

I went into the office and walked around the desk and 
sank into a chair against the wall and waited. Ten 
minutes later my rapist returned with the man I had 
first spoken to when I came in.

My rapist said, "Cunt, it is a good thing for you that 
my friend here provided some young ladies we could use 
during your taping. That was one hell of a sexy show 
and you would have hated what would have happened if I 
hadn't just gotten my rocks off."

I just looked at him, a vacant look. I was almost 
beyond pain now. 

My rapist shook hands with the other man and we left. I 
groaned in pain with every move I made. I hurt so 
fucking bad, in so many fucking places. I screamed out 
loud when I tried to sit in the car. I was getting my 
voice back, lucky me.

My rapist drove me straight home and helped me to my 
door. He followed me inside and handed me a tube of 
some kind of antibiotic ointment and a piece of paper 
with directions for the care of new piercings. 

I set the paper and the cream on the table and stood 
waiting for him to leave so that I could go take a 
bath. 

Instead, he pulled me down the hall and bent me over my 
bed and pulled my skirt up over my ass and after 
fumbling around for a minute he drove his oversized 
cock into my already sore asshole. As he fucked me he 
said, "Sorry cunt, but you just turn me the fuck on too 
much to not fuck you."

My legs were spread wide and his big heavy ball sack 
kept swinging up and hitting my cunt while he fucked my 
ass. It just missed my clit on each thrust. I was so 
worried about the pain in my other body parts that I 
hardly noticed the pain in my butt.

He came in about fifteen minutes. Actually, almost 
exactly fifteen minutes. I was staring at the clock on 
Sean's side of the bed while he raped my ass. I 
suddenly realized that it was almost one in the 
afternoon. It had been almost five hours since he 
picked me up. The last hour or so of it had been pure 
torture.

He finally came in my ass and, I suppose because of my 
newly pierced tongue, he put his cock away without 
making me suck it clean.

Before he left he told me that he would give me two or 
three weeks before he decided what games to play with 
me next. He told me that he would stop over in the next 
few days with a copy of the movie I had made today and 
a copy of the movie he had made of me earlier. 

"Well," I thought, "that should please Sean." Though, 
to be honest, I was interested in seeing most of it 
too, right up until they started stabbing holes in my 
body and sticking metal into me. In case you hadn't 
guessed, I am not a big fan of piercing or tattooing. 
Not unless it's done under general anesthesia.

My rapist finally left and I didn't even follow him out 
to lock the door. It hurt too much to walk. I undressed 
and hobbled into the bathroom and took a long hot bath. 

I soaked for half an hour and then I dried off and 
followed the directions for the care of the new holes 
in my body. I was crying softly as I crawled under the 
covers and slept for several hours. I was exhausted, 
physically, but mostly emotionally. I needed to shut my 
mind off for a while.

I woke up before Sean got home. I struggled to my feet, 
put on a loose robe and hobbled to the living room to 
wait for him.

I sat there, with my robe open to avoid irritating my 
new piercings. I was also constantly aware of the new 
hardware in my tongue which, although it didn't seem to 
hurt as much as the others, it kept rattling against my 
teeth and was very annoying.

When I heard Sean's car in the driveway I closed my 
robe and sat up. When he came in and saw me, he knew 
instantly that I was in pain. He hurried over and I 
stopped him from hugging me. I struggled to my feet and 
opened my robe and showed him my new jewelry. He looked 
at the rings in my nipples and that was the only thing 
that he saw at first. I pointed out the ring in my clit 
and he bent down and whistled and said, "God damn! Shit 
baby! That had to hurt!"

When he straightened back up I stuck my tongue out at 
him. 

"Oh my god!" he exclaimed. "Honey, are you alright?!" 

I shrugged. I suppose I will be, eventually. I really 
didn't feel like talking about it right now. I hugged 
him carefully, but it wasn't very satisfactory. He 
pushed me away and turned me around and hugged me from 
behind and that was a little better. 

He just held me for a while. I guess he didn't know 
what to say. There wasn't anything that he could say 
really. It was going to take time.

And it did. I had no sex of any kind for the next two 
and a half weeks. Well, except for once. It wasn't good 
for me, though. I was just a cum-dump for my rapist. 
But believe me, with the rings constantly calling my 
attention to my nipples and my clit, sex was on my mind 
a lot.

Mark and Brad were disappointed of course. Sean told 
them we would have to skip the race for two weeks, but 
he promised to make it up to them.

My rapist dropped by after ten days. He dropped off the 
two DVDs and checked on my piercings. Since he was 
there he went ahead and bent me over the arm of a chair 
and lubed me up and fucked my ass. I guess practice 
makes perfect. It hardly hurt at all this time.

I hid the DVDs until I could watch them. I wanted to 
see how bad they were before I showed them to Sean. 
They were pretty bad. I watched them over a three day 
period. I even watched the part where I got pierced. I 
am embarrassed to say that it turned me on to watch it. 
I don't know how Sean will react to it.

By the end of the third week I was ready for sex. I 
still had trouble talking without either lisping or 
clacking that damned ball in my tongue against my 
teeth. I was worried about damaging the enamel on my 
teeth. My nipples and my clit were still a little 
tender, but not anything I couldn't live with.

On Saturday of the third week Sean and I did a little 
experimenting. I was still unhappy with that big 
fucking metal ball in my tongue. Sean, on the other 
hand, loved the way it felt on his cock. Of course he 
didn't have to try to eat with it or talk with it. 

The other three piercings, on the other hand, the two 
in my nipples and the one in my clit, those I didn't 
regret. The two in my nipples were fun on a day to day 
basis, but when it came to sex they were just a little 
extra bonus, not necessarily worth the pain I went 
through. 

The piercing in my clit, on the other hand, that one 
was worth one hundred times its weight in gold! The 
first time we made love with that thing in my clit I 
went nuts. Everything Sean did was just perfect. All 
the stimulation I ever needed was right there. I could 
cum from fucking!!!!

Since we were having so much fun I decided to get out 
the DVDs and show them to Sean. We watched the first 
one, the one of my gangbang in The Well by all of the 
old geezers. It was pretty exciting. Someone had been 
recording what happened from the moment I walked in the 
door. I just hadn't noticed it until I was on my back 
on that table. We watched it with my head in Sean's lap 
and his fingers toying with my rings. It was an 
exciting two hours, although there was a lot of 
repetition. It would have made a pretty good forty-five 
minute movie.

By the time we got to the second one we were getting 
worn out. We decided to wait until tomorrow night, 
after the race.

We talked about it and decided that if they took it 
easy we could host Mark and Brad for the race tomorrow. 
So Sean called them and invited them over.

***

For race day I wore a lacy white chemise and a matching 
white, lace trimmed, half slip. The guys showed up and 
were worried about me. Sean had not told them why we 
had skipped two Sundays, but they had gotten the 
impression that I was ill. That was partly right I 
guess. I certainly hadn't been feeling well.

The guys came in, bearing a case of beer as usual. I 
put the beer away and brought out some snacks and four 
cold ones. The guys wanted to know if I was alright and 
Sean told them that I had healed up pretty well but 
that we would have to take it pretty easy today. It 
would be a couple more weeks before I was fully healed.

You could see it in their faces. They were thinking, 
"Oh, oh, some female thing."

In a way that was right, I suppose. I decided to end 
the suspense and I stood up and asked Mark to take off 
my chemise. He pulled it off and at first he didn't 
even notice. But Brad did.

"Holy shit," Brad exclaimed under his breath. Then Mark 
finally noticed the rings which were right in his face. 
They each reached out and gently played with one of the 
rings. As long as they didn't tug on them, it felt 
pretty good. My nipples seemed to stay hard most of the 
time now. It gives a girl a whole new outlook on 
sexuality.

I moved over to Brad and he slid my slip down over my 
hips. As soon as he spotted the ring in my clit he 
said, "Oh my god! Are you sure you can play today? 
After only three weeks. Those must still be pretty 
sore."

Sean said, "We tested them yesterday and as long as you 
take it a little easy on them it's alright. No yanking 
or biting or any kind of rough stuff though. She really 
loves fucking with that one in her clit. She says it's 
like being a man!"

Mark said, "She doesn't look like a man to me!"

I stuck my tongue out at him and he grinned and said, 
"I have always wanted to take one of those for a test 
drive."

I sat in his lap and put my arms around his neck and 
said, "Today is your lucky day, Mark." Then I kissed 
him and he explored the post in my tongue with his 
tongue while he played with my clit with the other 
hand.

Brad was still staring with his mouth still wide open. 
He finally asked, "I don't get it. I remember you 
telling us why you didn't have pierced ears. You are 
terrified of needles. There is no way you would get 
four piercings! There is no way you would get one!"

They just wouldn't let it go and finally Sean and I 
decided to tell them the whole story. For something 
that seemed to consume so much of my life it didn't 
seem to take very long to tell. When I got to the end 
of the story we turned the pre race show off and put on 
the second DVD, the one where I get raped by seven 
black men and get all my new holes.

As the movie played, I went around on my knees and kept 
taking care of the hard-ons. I was surprised that Mark 
seemed to stay kind of excited. I had to get on him now 
and then about racial slurs. I thought the interracial 
stuff might turn him off. It didn't. The guys all 
seemed pretty turned off during my piercing scenes 
though. We had to turn the sound way down, it was 
getting pretty disturbing.

When it was over Brad asked, "You are through with this 
guy now, right? This guy is bad news."

I shrugged and said, "I don't know. I want to be. But 
there is a problem. He can get into our house any time 
he wants. We don't know how. He has come in twice and I 
have checked after he left and every door and window 
was locked. I am afraid to piss him off and have him 
come over when Sean isn't home. Or come over with some 
of his friends when Sean is home."

Mark got up and started looking around. We live in a 
small, older, rental house. It's old, but it's pretty 
well maintained. Neither Sean nor I could figure out 
how my rapist had gotten in. Mark figured it out 
though. He called us into the hall that led to the back 
door. He showed us how easy it was to open when it was 
locked. He just had to lift up on it and the lock 
slipped free. 

Brad asked if we knew who the guy was.

I told him that I knew his first name and his license 
number. Brad's brother was a cop and he said he could 
get the guys name and address and he would also ask him 
to check to see if he had a record.

Mark asked when he was coming back and I told him that 
he said that he would give me three weeks to heal. So I 
am expecting to hear from him soon.

Mark and Brad and Sean talked it over for a while and 
made some plans. I kept my mouth shut. I wanted to say 
that I didn't want him hurt, but I knew that sounded 
strange. I did say that I didn't want them to do 
anything stupid and end up in jail.

The race was more than half over now, but we turned it 
back on and promptly got back to sex. I got fucked over 
and over and I never loved fucking so much. They should 
put one of those damned rings on girls at birth!

When the party finally broke up Sean followed Mark out 
to his car and came back in with a pistol. He tried to 
show me how to use it but I had to severely compromise 
my principles just to allow it in the house. If I were 
to ever hold a gun on somebody, I might as well hold it 
with the barrel pointing my way. There was no way I was 
ever going to shoot anyone.

***

I overslept in the morning and when I woke up it was 
after eight and Sean was still in bed. I panicked and 
tried to get him up. He smiled at me and pulled me down 
on top of him and told me to relax. He was taking a few 
days off. He had gotten up early and called in sick and 
moved his car out into the street and down the block a 
little ways.

We got up and had breakfast and at a little before ten 
Brad called. He gave Sean my rapist's full name and 
address. He also mentioned a long arrest record for 
assault and sexual assault. Brad said that my rapist is 
a suspect in the disappearance of a couple of young 
women.

Now we had a dilemma. Even if we could scare this guy 
off, he was going to do this to someone else. Brad's 
brother wanted to talk to me and see if it was possible 
to work up a case against him. I agreed to meet him at 
Brad's house later. I didn't want a police car parked 
at my house right now.

I went over to Brad's house and Brad's brother, Jim was 
waiting inside. He was driving his own car and was in 
civilian clothes. I told him everything. I also told 
him about the movie but pointed out that I had signed 
all kinds of papers, probably releases, before it 
started. And besides, I never said no until the 
piercing started. I am sure that I signed a release for 
that too.

We had been talking for an hour when Brad's phone rang. 
Jim answered it and got real serious. He said, 
"Hello... Hang on, I'll be right there."

Then he pulled me to my feet and we drove back to my 
house, very fast.

Sean was sitting on the front steps and he looked white 
as a sheet. I didn't have a chance to ask Jim what the 
problem was, we had taken separate cars. I rushed over 
to Sean and asked what was wrong. Then I freaked out. I 
saw that he was covered with blood. It took him a long 
time to calm me down and convince me that he wasn't 
hurt.

I listened as he told Jim what had happened. He had 
been sitting in the kitchen about forty-five minutes 
after I went to Brad's house. He heard a noise and 
thought it must be my rapist sneaking in. He heard 
someone walking quietly down the hall and he got out of 
his chair and picked up the gun he had borrowed from 
Mark.

He was not wearing shoes and apparently Reed didn't 
know anyone was in the house since both cars were gone. 
Sean walked quietly to the door that Reed would be 
coming out of and as soon as he came around the corner 
Sean pointed the gun at him, cocked it, and told him 
stop and raise his hands.

He isn't sure why Reed tried to jump him. Maybe he was 
surprised and it was just a reaction or maybe he really 
thought he was quick enough. He grabbed the gun and 
tried to pull it away and it went off and shot him 
right through the throat. He died almost instantly.

Jim went in and looked at the scene. He came back and 
said, "I don't see a problem here. Don't try to cover 
anything up. This is definitely a case of 'the truth 
shall set you free'. This guy broke in, you acted in 
self defense. One important question, were you being 
absolutely truthful? They will be checking him for gun 
powder and the barrel of the gun for prints."

Sean nodded and then he stood up in a hurry and rushed 
to the corner of the house and threw up. He came back 
looking even more embarrassed and apologized. Jim just 
smiled and helped him to sit back down. 

We heard sirens approaching. Jim had called the 
shooting in on his cell phone when he was inside. He 
held up his badge when a dozen cop cars came screaming 
up to the curb and everyone was cool.

Jim went off to the side with a policeman with sergeant 
stripes on his sleeve. They talked for a while and then 
we all went down to the police station and started 
giving statements. Nobody lied about anything and I 
didn't leave anything out. 

Between the crime scene evidence, the preliminary 
tests, and my rapist's criminal history everything was 
over pretty quickly. They talked to an Assistant 
District Attorney and they saw nothing to prosecute 
for. It would be a while before Mark would get his gun 
back, but they assured him that he would. 

The only real hassle came when they asked for the DVDs. 
We refused to give them up. Not so much that I was too 
embarrassed to have anyone see them. More that we 
didn't want to lose them. They were quite a turn on. 
Although I may feel differently now that my rapist is 
dead.

We ended up paying someone to clean up the mess at the 
house. I couldn't bring myself to do it. The cops got a 
lot of it, but it still needed a thorough cleaning. 

***

We took a couple of weeks off and now we are having our 
Sunday at the races parties again. We even invited Jim 
over a couple of times to thank him for all of his 
help. 

The cops were pretty cool about what they let out to 
the press. It was reported as a home invasion and a 
shooting in self-defense.

Life is more or less normal now, normal for us anyway. 
The Sunday parties are fun, but I still watch that last 
movie during the day when I am alone and wish that 
there had been another way. I miss my rapist.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I had that big post taken out 
of my tongue and a much smaller one put in. Sometimes 
though, on Sundays, I put the bigger one back in. The 
guys get a kick out of it.

THE END

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com - To that 
small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my 
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

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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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