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(MFfmm, exh, reluc, oral, bd, blkmail) *** I was sitting at the bar in "The" place to be in town if you are out looking to have a good time or just hoping to get noticed by someone of the opposite sex. I would probably not normally have even been allowed into a "happening" place like this. The first word that people thought of to describe me was not cool. I was here because the owner had been my roommate, best friend and mentor in college, and he was still a very good friend. I was here because I was responsible for everything that was computer related in the club. That was pretty much everything. Even the drinks were dispensed by a computer. I was only here because there had been a problem. I had been assured by the owner, Phil, that I was welcome any time. I knew that he meant it, even if I was not the kind of person that they wanted in their club. That was fine with me. I didn't enjoy loud, smoke filled rooms and pretentious, desperate people trying so hard to have a good time. I had come over when Phil called a little while ago and I had quickly straightened out a little glitch in his software. He had insisted that I have a drink on him before I left. So I was sitting at the bar sipping on a cold beer and watching all of the beautiful people and being thankful that I wasn't one of them. I had been just about to leave when I noticed a woman I knew sitting with a couple of her girlfriends at a nearby table. She would not have recognized me, and we were not friends. We had met, or at least we had shared some classes in college. She had been one of the in- crowd whereas I had no crowd. She had been a popular cheerleader and bona fide A-list member. I was just an average guy making my way through college. I was a lot more comfortable with my studies than with people. I was not a member of any crowd. I don't mean to imply that I was a total spaz, but I wasn't much of a jock either. I played on a couple of teams in high school and college, but I was normally found safely out of the way and keeping the bench nice and warm. I was a very good student, but not a nerd. My biggest problem, the one that had followed me all through school, was that I lacked self confidence and the social graces. Thanks to Phil I started to come out of my shell in college. Actually, it was more like he dragged me out of my shell. He was a good guy and a good friend. I owe my success now to Phil and the way he helped me mature at school. The reason that I remembered Karen was that I had made the mistake of asking her out one day. We had never really talked. We had said hello or nodded from time to time around campus. We shared some classes and she was at least aware of me. She seemed nice, she was certainly very attractive and way out of my league and it took Phil a few weeks to undo the damage she did to my fragile ego when I asked her out and she laughed right in my face and joked loudly about it with one of her girl friends. Don't get the wrong impression, I am not ugly. In fact, I am not bad looking at all. I just had a self esteem problem growing up. Not unusual I find now. I probably would have gotten over it eventually, but with Phil's help I got over it early enough to enjoy my years in college and I have a lot of good memories from those years. Karen is not one of them. I graduated nearly three years ago and I still get teased about Karen by my close friends. They even go so far as to keep me up to date on her life. I was told when she became engaged to and then married Rob Stark. Recently there was a spate of jokes at my expense when Rob's National Guard unit was called to active duty and sent to Iraq. Because obviously the way was now clear for me to move in. It was just a running joke and it didn't bother me. I do have to admit that deep down I held a grudge against Karen. If I had the chance to take her down a peg or two, I would have gotten a kick out of it. I didn't stalk her. I didn't actually think about her at all except when my friends brought her up to tease me. What are friends for if not to rub your nose in one of your greatest embarrassments? So, I had not paid much attention to Karen. I did not particularly care that she was there now, close enough to hit with an empty beer bottle. She did still look hot though. I couldn't help watching her as guys took her out to the floor and she bounced around in her revealing little outfit looking sexy as hell. I saw Karen accept an offer to join a guy at a table with one of his friends. I was casually observing him when he came over to the bar to get them a fresh drink. I also saw the guy put something in her drink. Now the dilemma, do I tell Karen that she is about to be drugged? It isn't that I care that much if something bad happens to her. In fact, the idea of it tickles the hell out of me. On the other hand, I wouldn't want her getting hurt. I don't know the two guys that she is sitting with. They look like any two guys that are out cruising a club and trying to get laid. The room was full of them and they were all pretty much interchangeable as far as I could tell. I am not sure why I didn't just finish my beer and leave. It may be that I wanted to make sure she didn't get hurt. I am embarrassed to say that is probably not a totally honest answer. I am afraid that the honest answer is that it was much more likely that I wanted to see her get just a little payback. I ordered another beer and watched discreetly. I saw the difference when the roofies began to have an effect on her. I suddenly remembered the small, low light camera that I had in my little tool bag and I took it out and took a few pictures as the guy that had drugged Karen pulled her chair closer to his own and put his arm around her. I looked over to the table that Karen had been sitting at with her girlfriends and saw that they had all gone. Karen was on her own and she was about to have a lot more of a good time than she had bargained for. I took pictures every now and then so that they showed the progression as Karen came under the control of the drugs she had ingested and the man that had drugged her. His arm was still around her shoulder, holding her close as he talked to her. Before long his hand began to rest upon, and then caress her breast. I could see from the nearly vacant look on her face that she wasn't even aware of it. The man brought his other hand up and slowly, gently, he began to unbutton the top few buttons on her dress until it was gaping open several inches below her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra and his hand reached inside her dress and moved over her breasts while he turned to his friend and joked about what he was doing. I saw him pull her dress open and show his friend her lovely breasts. He didn't even look around to see if he was being observed. After enjoying her breasts for a few minutes his arm moved down and reached under the table and Karen hardly reacted at all when his hand came to rest between her thighs and began to rub across the tightly stretched crotch panel of her underwear. If I had been able to get closer and use a flash I would have gotten some really exciting shots, but the ones I was getting left nothing to the imagination. I observed the men with Karen getting ready to leave and I grabbed my tool bag and, after getting a couple of pictures of them leaving, I rushed around them and beat them out to the parking lot. I still was not sure what I was going to do. I had no desire to save Karen from a "fate worse than death." I guess that what I did would depend on what the men with Karen did. I suppose, if nothing else, I could follow them and make sure that what befell Karen was only a "fate worse than death," and not an actual death. That turned out to be unnecessary. The men were guiding her, well, nearly carrying her actually, when they came out of the club. Instead of getting in a vehicle, they led her around to the alley in back of the club. I followed at a safe distance and took more pictures as she was undressed and then both of the men that had been with her in the club bent her over a stack of empty cardboard boxes. At first they bent down behind her and spread her legs and the cheeks of her ass and explored her pussy and her ass, making one crude joke after another. They were pretty rough with her, but they didn't seem like they were doing anything that would damage her. Then they stood up and took turns fucking her. They tried to fuck her at both ends. The one that was not in her pussy kept trying to force his hard cock into her mouth, rubbing it all over her face and forcing it between her lips. Either they couldn't keep her teeth off their cocks, or her lack of response was less than stimulating because they eventually gave up. Still, I got some good pictures before they quit trying. From where I was hiding to take the pictures you could not tell that she was not a willing participant. She had stood on her own, although she weaved around a bit, and allowed the two young men to undress her and kiss her and feel her up. She did not object when they pushed her over a waist high stack of boxes and took turns fucking her, twice each. Then they just pulled their pants up and walked away, leaving her like that. I waited until they had gone and then I got closer and took some pictures. I got some close-ups, using my flash now, of her dilated pussy and the small river of cum dripping out of it and running down her thighs. I helped her to stand upright and got some good full frontal pictures. There was no denying that she was beautiful. I had intended to leave her face out of the pictures, but she had a silly, shit eating grin on her face that made it look like she was proud of herself for what had just happened. With the pictures I had taken inside and the ones I had taken in the alley I had nearly two hundred pictures. I looked around for something to clean her off with. I couldn't leave her here like this, but I didn't want her sitting in my car with all of that cum leaking out of her either. I was going to use her panties, but I spotted a pile of old clothes near a dumpster and used a few of them to wipe her crotch and her thighs clean. Then I helped her back into her underwear and her dress. I grabbed her purse and my tool bag and helped her to my car. I tried asking her where she lived, but she was too far gone. I went through her purse and found her driver's license and got what I hoped was her current address and drove her home. The address was easy to find, it was less than a mile from my house. When we got there I used her keys to open the door, so I figured it was a safe bet that she lived here. I put her to bed, fully dressed, and then I started to leave. I don't know why, but before I left I started looking around. I was curious about the girl that had embarrassed me so. She had made me the butt of a long running joke among my friends so she had a continuing, if negligible effect on my life. I looked around the house and noticed that there was not a single book. There were a few magazines, Cosmo, and some of the major style magazines. She kept up with fashion, but that was apparently all that she read. I noticed that the computer was on and I moved the mouse to see what would appear when I woke it up. The desktop told me nothing, it was the standard Microsoft desktop. I checked her email and made a note of her email address. There was nothing much in her email. Most of her emails were from her girlfriends, a few were from Rob in Iraq. I checked out her browser and the last few sites that she had visited were either about shopping for clothing, or about celebrities. All in all, Karen seemed to be a very shallow person. I returned her computer to standby and started to get up, but then I had a sudden inspiration and I slipped an empty disk into the drive and copied her address book. Then I put her computer back on standby again and quietly left. I drove home and checked that I had no messages, no desperate cries for help from clients. I checked my own email and went to bed early. I had a little trouble falling asleep though. Pictures of the beautiful young Karen being raped in an alley danced in my head. The next day was Saturday and I got up early enough to have a quick breakfast and do my yard work before it got too hot. Then I went inside and got cleaned up and did some reading, the continuing education type. In this business, you really have to keep up with advances or you get left behind quickly. I read for a couple of hours and then I noticed my tool bag and remembered the camera. I got up and got my camera and took it into my computer room. I hooked it up to the computer and downloaded the pictures and then I started going through them. The first ones, in the club, came out much better than I had hoped for. They were mostly clear and focused, which was a miracle since the camera had been in my lap the entire time and the club had been pretty dark. The pictures I had taken outside though, those turned out great. I would have killed for a telephoto lens, but the zoom on the camera brought it in close enough so that there was no doubt what was happening, or to whom it was happening. It wasn't first rate porn, but they were good enough to blackmail someone with I thought to myself jokingly. As soon as I had that thought I realized that I could, indeed, use these pictures to blackmail Karen. That had never been my intention. I thought that I might use them to humiliate her. Post them somewhere that they might be spread around the net. Or print them off and distribute them anonymously. I was certainly more financially secure than Karen was and I didn't even know her husband. I certainly had no desire to hurt him. I sat at my computer and looked at her hot body and saw the pictures of those cocks rubbing over her pretty face and the men forcing themselves into her pussy and fucking her so frantically in that back alley and I thought back to that cruel look on her face when she had laughed so hard and long when I had committed the unpardonable sin in college of thinking that she was nice and asking her out. I suddenly realized that there was a side of me coming out that I didn't even know existed. I was actually contemplating blackmailing Karen into having sex with me. I shut down my computer and went and got a beer out of the refrigerator and sat down in the living room. I hadn't read today's paper yet and I picked it up and sipped on my beer and stared at the headlines. I didn't read the paper though. I just kept picturing that bitch getting raped last night and thinking about how turned on I had gotten when I watched. Yes, I know, that makes me a bad man. Sorry, can't help it. I still think that she had it coming. I wondered what went through her mind when she finally woke up. What did she think when she found herself awake in her bed, fully dressed and her underwear full of cum? The last thing that she remembered would be dancing with some hot guy last night. I am not sure if I had a plan. No, that isn't quite true. At that point I really didn't have anything in mind. I just planned to fuck with her mind, torment her a little. I went to my computer and signed up for a new Hotmail account. It was an address that I would use only to torment her for a few days, karenscrewedup@hotmail.com. Once the account was active I sent Karen an email. It contained no text. There were just a half a dozen pictures of Karen and the two men at the table last night. There were four pictures of a man unbuttoning the top of her dress and sticking his hand inside and squeezing her tits. There were two pictures of his hand rubbing her panties. I sent the pictures and then I went back to the living room and forced myself to read the paper. I had no way of knowing how often she checked her email. I assumed it would be pretty often since she would be looking for an email from her husband. It didn't matter. If she did reply I wanted her to stew for a while before I sent her some more pictures. I read the paper and a friend dropped by and we talked for a while. After my friend left I had an early supper and finally I went to check my email. I had half expected that Karen would not respond to my email, but she had. There was a long, frantic email from her, asking who I was and begging to know what had happened to her. I guess that I am not nearly as nice a man as I thought I was, because I took great pleasure in her discomfort. I realized from the content of her email that I suddenly had a great deal of power over Karen. Now I had to decide what I wanted to do with it. I hadn't really had any plans for her. I was just going with the flow here. My first thought was that I should make her wait longer, string out her suffering. I noticed that her response to my email had been sent more than an hour ago. I decided that instead of answering just yet, I would send her a few more pictures. I sent her a couple more from inside the club. One of the pictures showed her being kissed, and apparently returning that kiss. Another was a picture of the man who had drugged her. He was pulling her dress open and showing his friend how nice her breasts were. I sent her another picture that showed them walking out together with the two men holding her ass as they threaded their way through the bar. The last picture I included showed her walking out of the club with them and since I had been so far away the expression on her face wasn't clear. It was, however, obvious that she was leaving with them of her own free will. I emailed the pictures to her, again with no text. She must have been sitting at her computer, probably waiting for my response to her email. In minutes I received another email from her. The wording was nearly the same in this one, except this time she was being a little more obnoxious, demanding to know who I was and who the men in the picture were. I let her stew for a while. I answered my email, which like most people consisted mainly of forwarding jokes and deleting spam. I checked on a few professional web sites that I check regularly. I did another search for a used book that I have been looking for, a history of the 106th Infantry Division in World War II. I had finally found one, but before I bought it I wanted try to find one in better condition. When I had finished everything that I wanted to do I went back to my email and thought about whether to answer Karen tonight or wait until tomorrow. I was as anxious to continue tormenting her as she was to find out what had happened to her. But I decided that the best way to get the most pleasure out of this was to leave her hanging. I shut down my computer and went downstairs. I watched a little television news and then I went to bed. I fought the urge to go to the computer and restart the dialog with Karen and instead went straight to bed. I lay in bed for a long time and thought about just where I wanted to take this. What sort of retribution did my ego demand for an offense that took place nearly seven years ago and in the scheme of things had not been all that important? It might have been more traumatic if I had not had Phil there to put things in perspective, but he was there and I had gotten over the humiliation in fairly short order. I started to realize that this wasn't about revenge at all. This was about power, and how erotic it could be. So what did I want to do with the power that it seemed that I now had over Karen? As I lay in bed waiting for sleep to come I must admit that some pretty bizarre scenarios went through my mind. I finally had to turn my light back on and read for a while to get my mind off of it. I read enough to get Karen out of my mind and went to sleep happily thinking about the allies attacking the Italian mainland in WWII. The first thing in the morning I went to the kitchen and made coffee, which on most days is my entire breakfast, and then went to the computer and turned it on. There were two new emails from Karen. The first was a furious venting, obviously not well thought out and unlikely to convince anyone to come to the conclusion that they should stop toying with her and be forthcoming. Her second email apologized for the first and tried to elicit sympathy for her in her hour of need. She begged me to tell her who I was and what had happened to her. She could remember nothing of that night and the things that she had learned the next morning about what had happened to her were extremely disturbing to her. She even sent me her phone number and begged me to call her. As if I could get her email address and not be aware of her number. I sent a response finally. I sent her pictures of the two men undressing her and feeling her up as she stood passively. This time I also included a couple of the money shots. A picture of her with one of the men fucking her, and another with her lips wrapped around the other guy's big cock. I still included no text. I can only imagine how infuriating it must have been. I wish I could have been watching when she opened it. After I sent her the email I went through my other emails, but before I had finished with the first one I received a response from Karen. I wondered if she had been sitting there all night waiting for my response. I went ahead with my other emails and then read her response. She was pleading with me to answer her questions. I wasn't ready yet though. I had one last batch of pictures I wanted to send first. The pictures that I had taken after the two men left the alley. They were the pictures of her pussy with fresh cum dripping out of it and running down her thighs. I thought about waiting an hour or two, but I was going to have to make up my mind what I wanted out of this, so it was time to get to the next step in my little game. I emailed her the last few pictures and I could just imagine her face when she saw them. Her response was immediate. She promised me almost anything if I would just talk to her. I didn't respond immediately. I had decided that it would be a while before we spoke, or before I revealed that I was the one behind the camera. I first sent her an email with her address book in it. No threats, no nothing, just names and addresses. Her husband's email address in Iraq, her parents address, her brothers and sister, I even recognized the names of a few girls from back in college. The response time was longer this time. I was just about to leave the room when I received another email from her. It only said, "What do you want from me?" Could it be this easy? Was she actually giving up this easily, and how far was she willing to go? I thought about it and decided to have a little fun with her for a while. I told her to put on her most revealing skirt and blouse, no underwear, and go to the food court at the mall at 11:45. She was to get a drink and sit with her legs spread wide for one half hour. She was to sit in a seat that would make it easy for people to see her. I would be watching and I would decide whether or not she was making a good faith effort to comply with the spirit of my orders. While she was there she was not to read or keep her head down. She was to look around at the other customers and meet their gaze. She did not have to let herself be picked up, this time, but she had to be polite to anyone that spoke to her. I took a quick shower and got to the mall at 11:30 and found a seat that gave me a pretty good view of the food court. I bought a large drink and a sandwich and waited. I finally saw Karen walk in at exactly 11:45 and walk to one of the vendors and buy a drink. She was wearing a tiny little black skirt that just barely covered her cute ass, and a white blouse that was thin enough that I could see the outline of her darker colored nipples as she walked in. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. She looked around and picked out a table that was near the center and sat on one of the narrow aisles. I realized that this had not been very well thought out. Because of how crowded together everything was, only the people who were occupying a very few tables would have a view of Karen, those people and the few lucky souls who walked down the aisle past her of course. I watched as she sat down, her face was bright red. She looked around, trying to figure out who her tormentor was. I had a book in front of me and tried to look like I was reading. I didn't have a good angle to see her legs, but I could see that she had her legs spread about a foot apart, which caused her tiny skirt to slide up to the point that her pussy was nearly totally uncovered. She was certainly complying with the spirit of my order. It wasn't long before things got interesting. Three teenage boys sat down near her and as teenage boys are wont to do, they checked out the females in the room. They spotted Karen right away. As soon as they spotted her they noticed her wide spread legs. I saw their faces light up when they became aware of her exposed pussy. I also saw her face as she saw them become aware of it. I have never seen a face turn that red before. It must have been as red as mine was when she reacted with ridicule to my asking her for a date in college. Her eyes met the eyes of the teenage boys and she didn't look away. So they knew that she was exposing herself on purpose. Their reaction was as immature as you might expect. They made crude comments and jabbed at each other and pointed at Karen. One of them got really brave and pulled out his cell phone and moved closer and took several pictures of her exposed pussy. When he got away with it, his friends did the same thing. This drew the attention of a few other customers who were sitting nearby. I saw a teenage couple glance at her, and then gape at her. The male half of the couple was really going to be in trouble when his girlfriend got him out of there. He couldn't stop staring. Believe me. She tried to get him to. I saw an older couple in their late thirties spot her because of the commotion and they seemed to be amused. I also noticed two older black men get up from their table and move closer to get a better view. Through it all, Karen sat with her legs spread and gazed around the room. Her face was as red as a fire truck the entire time, but she never closed her legs. As she looked around her gaze passed over me several times. I could always tell when her gaze was working its way over to my area and I looked down at my book until she passed on. She was searching the face of everyone in the food court for the identity of her tormentor. She might have had better luck if she had looked under my table instead of trying to spot a reaction on my face, because the reaction under the table was remarkable. From the moment she had taken her seat until the moment she left the food court, I had an incredible erection. I was surprised at how much this was turning me on. I had told her that she had to remain sitting like that, exposed to the other customers, until a half hour had passed. She was so intent on finding the person that was responsible for her being there that she stayed almost ten extra minutes before she closed her legs and stood up to leave. She took one last look around and then walked quickly out of the food court. The three teenage boys followed her, but she was under no obligation to entertain them any further and I imagine that she rushed to her car and drove home. I had to wait several minutes for my hard on to go away before I could leave. I stopped by the grocery store on the way home and then I went home and put away my groceries. When I got home I found that I had an emergency message from one of my larger clients. Several of the local banks were clients of mine. While the actual hours that a bank is open may leave something to be desired for the bank customers, the amount of work that is done by the people that process the transactions overnight and on weekends is huge. Whenever there is a problem, I am on call 24/7. Fortunately, when I get these emergency calls it is normally a case of operator headspace maladjustment and I can go in and find the problem and fix it in ten minutes. I don't usually fix it in ten minutes. I don't want to make what I do look too easy. I usually screw around and spend a little over an hour so that it looks like I had to actually work. It helps when it comes time to prepare my bill. It was a beautiful day so I got on the Harley and rode down to the processing center and as usual the problem was a poorly trained and not too bright employee in data processing screwing everything up. I straightened out the problem and showed the operator what she was doing wrong. Training these people wasn't part of my job, but if I didn't want to spend my life fixing things that weren't broken then I had to try to educate the people running the systems. I worked just enough more than an hour to be able to bill for a second hour and went out for a cheeseburger at my favorite biker bar. There is a place down by the river that has a deck out over the water and on nice days, especially on weekends, it is a very popular place. Today was a perfect example of that. The parking lot was full of beautiful, expensive bikes. I went in and although there weren't any empty tables on the deck, I found a seat with a friend at his table and just sat out there and watched the people and watched the bikes coming and going. While I was waiting for my hamburger I heard about the great show that I had just missed. Some guy had come in with a mother and her teenaged daughter and the two women both had their nipples pierced right out there on the deck in front of everyone. Then two guys had fucked the mother right over there as she bent over the railing! I always miss out on the good shows like that! It took a while, but I finally got my burger and after eating and washing it down with a beer I went home to check my email. I put the bike in the garage and went in and fired up the computer. Karen must be frantic. I had three messages from her. The first had been sent shortly after she had left the mall. She was begging me to call her, to tell her what had happened, to destroy those pictures. When she had not gotten a response to her first email she had written again, offering me anything in exchange for destroying those incriminating photographs. The final email had just come in before I turned on my computer. The lack of a response from me was driving her crazy. She promised me anything, sex, money, whatever I wanted, as long as I didn't ruin her life, her marriage. The punishment that I had already extracted from her had far exceeded an appropriate response to the humiliation she had inflicted on me so many years ago. It is highly unlikely that she even remembered who I was. If I was to tell her about that moment that had been so profoundly hurtful to me at the time, she would probably not even remember it. I didn't even know what kind of person that she was now. She had obviously matured and may have become a very nice person. What I was doing was all out of proportion to what she had done to me back in college. But it wasn't about that anymore. I had to admit, tormenting her like this was really turning me on. I probably wouldn't be doing this if it had been any other woman but her in that club on Friday night. I am reasonable sure that I would have gone up to a strange woman if I had seen someone drug her drink and I would have told her what had happened. Or, if I had left a club and seen an obviously drugged woman being taken into an alley by two men I would have interfered. I let it happen to Karen because of who she had been and what she had done. What I was doing now though, what I was contemplating doing in the future, these things had nothing to do with the past. I was taking advantage of this situation now because it turned me on. I was enjoying tormenting and embarrassing her. I had not decided what to do with her next. But I knew one thing. I was getting horny as hell. I couldn't keep doing these things to her without getting some relief soon. There were a couple of young women that I dated from time to time, and our relationships were really nothing more than relief valves for both of us. But there is that dance that you have to do with a woman before you can have sex. You have to take her out and wine her and dine her and make her feel good about herself. It's a charade, and you both know it. But it is a necessary charade. Instead, I decided that it was time to see just how sincere Karen was, and just how desperate she was. I carefully worded an email, after thinking about what would be the best way to do this without revealing my identity, at least not yet. I included several more pictures from Friday night and I asked her if she was serious about being willing to do "anything" for me in exchange for keeping those photographs private. I sent the email and almost immediately received a one word answer, "Yes." I grinned, and it must have been an evil grin. After all, what I was planning was terrible. I had every intention of blackmailing Karen and seeing if I could turn her into a sex slave until her husband returned from Iraq. That had not been my original intention, but it had quickly evolved. I can't say that I was doing it without some nagging from my conscience. Unfortunately for Karen, as the hours passed and I got more involved in my little game, and as I contemplated how much fun it would be to have access to Karen's beautiful little body, that nagging conscience was getting easier and easier to ignore. Karen had been a blonde in college. Since then she had allowed her hair to return to its original light brown color. Or at least I am assuming that was the original color. She was about 5'2" and probably weighed about 110 lbs. She was slender, with a nearly perfect body and long, shapely legs. She had small breasts, probably an A cup, certainly no more than just barely a B cup. That was fine with me. I have always been attracted to small breasted women. To me, small breasts seem more feminine, more petite. That isn't to say that I would ignore a set of large breasts leading some woman down the street. If I were to choose a woman based only on her breast size though, and I don't, I would choose a woman with smaller breasts. I sent her another email. I told her that she was to put on a dress, no underwear, and walk to the park that was several blocks from her home. She was to stand near the bandstand and wait for me. I promised her that she would not be harmed. I reminded her that it was I who had taken her home after she had been unfaithful to her husband on Friday night. If I had wanted to harm her I could have done it then. I told her to stand with her back towards the parking lot and that I would approach her from the back when I arrived. I was not ready to have her see me yet, though I doubted that she would recognize me. Still, I was enjoying the idea that she had no idea who was doing this to her. I ordered her to wait for me to come up behind her and that she was not to look around or I would leave and start emailing pictures of her all over the world. I asked her if she agreed to comply with my instructions and she sent back another one word email, "Yes." I went to my bedroom and grabbed the blindfold that I sometimes wear when I have been working all night and I have to sleep during the day. I got in my car, rushed to the park, and parked in the parking lot before she could get there on foot. It was a very nice Sunday afternoon and there were quite a few couples walking around the park or sitting on the grass and relaxing. Fortunately I didn't see anyone on or near the bandstand at the moment. I watched as Karen entered the park and without looking around walked over and stood near the bandstand and faced out into the park. I let her stand for a moment as I watched her. She was really beautiful. It was obvious even from the back. I let her stand that way and I saw that she was staring straight ahead as I had ordered. I got out of the car and walked down the path and came up behind her. She heard me, but she didn't turn around or even speak. She waited for me to do something, or say something. I stared at her for a moment. She was wearing a light sundress, not anything inordinately sexy, just a light, summery dress. I suppose that everything she wore must look sexy on her. I stood three feet behind her for a moment, and then I said quietly, "I am not ready for you to see me yet. I am going to put a blindfold over your eyes. I promised you that I wouldn't harm you, and I won't. But that is the only promise that I am making to you. Do you understand?" She nodded and I stepped up closer behind her and slid the blindfold over her eyes and made sure that it was in place. When I was sure that she couldn't see I stepped back again and watched her for a moment. She was beautiful, but it was her helplessness, her surrender that was turning me on. I had never experienced that with another woman. I had made love to, or had sex with, quite a few women since Phil took me under his wing and dragged me out of my shell. Like most men, my sexual encounters had all been a mutual agreement, a tacit coming together to enjoy each other's company and each other's body for a brief sexual encounter intended to provide sexual satisfaction to both parties. That is definitely not what this was. She was nervous, and the silence and the darkness were making it worse. When I didn't immediately begin to speak, or to molest her, she seemed to grow more nervous. Finally she quietly asked for permission to speak. "Go ahead," I said. "Do I know you?" she asked. "We have met," I answered. "It was a long time ago and I doubt if you would remember me." She was silent for a moment and then she asked, "Did you rape me on Friday night?" "No," I answered, and the truth of my answer must have been obvious in my voice, because she seemed to accept it. "Do you know those men?" she continued trying to find out what happened. "No, I never saw them before that night," I answered. "But you know what happened? Don't you? You know that one of them must have drugged me and you know that they raped me in that alley, don't you?" "Yes," I answered. "I saw you in the club. I saw you dancing with one of them and I was sitting at the bar when he came up and got your drinks. I saw him slip the drugs into your drink. I suppose that if it had been anyone but you I would have interfered. I would have said something to you, or kicked his ass. Not for you though." "Why not me, what did I do to you?" she asked, and it sounded like she was going to start crying. "Calm down," I said quietly. "Take a deep breath." I watched her as she followed my instructions. When she had regained her composure I said, "There is something that happened in our past that I hold against you. To be honest, that is not why I am doing this. It was not my intention to blackmail you or torment you when I took those pictures. However, I find, now that I have this power over you, that it turns me the fuck on. It is now my intention to abuse and humiliate you until your husband returns from overseas." She sobbed then and said, "Please, I don't deserve this! Just tell me what you want. Do what you are going to do and let's get this over with. But not like that, not for almost a year!" I made note of the fact that she did not refuse. She begged, but she didn't refuse. "I may release you sooner," I said. I said it more to give her hope than from any possibility that I might tire of using her before her husband returned. "But for the immediate future, the idea of using you really turns me on. Now lift the back of your dress, I want to see your ass." I had looked around and I knew that no one was near, and no one was watching us. But she didn't know that. Since I had already forced her to exhibit herself in the food court at the mall she had no idea who might be watching her now. She hesitated only a second before reaching back and lifting the back of her dress up to her waist. She has a truly beautiful ass, high and tight and firm and smooth. I am not a big fan of anal sex, but if I was, her ass would be irresistible. I stepped closer again and my hand gently caressed her exposed ass for a moment before I let her drop her skirt back into place. I told her how beautiful her ass was and then I said, "I am going to guide you up onto the bandstand now. I am going to sit down and get comfortable and you are going to kneel between my legs, bare your breasts, and then you are going to suck my cock. I am pretty horny. I have been looking at your pictures all weekend and you really excite me. So I expect that I will cum pretty quickly. Once I have cum in your mouth you will swallow, and then I will let you know when it is alright to cover your breasts. She didn't say a word. She didn't fight me as I took her arm. I led her to the stairs that led up onto the bandstand and we crossed it and I pulled my zipper down and pulled out my semi-hard cock and sat down on the bench farthest from the stairs. I guided Karen to her knees between my legs and then I watched as she unbuttoned the top of her dress and exposed her beautiful breasts. I touched them for a moment. I moved my finger tips over them and teased her nipples. They seemed to be very sensitive and she seemed to be fighting to keep from reacting. It occurred to me that she had been married for more than a year and was probably used to a regular sex life. Now her husband had been gone for a couple of months. She might be nearly as horny as I was. I took my hands away from her breasts and she put her arms out. They rested on my thighs and she followed my thighs up to my exposed cock. She ran her hands over my cock and it became hard immediately. As soon as I was hard she leaned down and took my cock into her mouth. The heat from her touch was exciting, but when her hot, wet mouth enveloped my cock it was all I could do to contain myself. I almost came immediately. I made her stop what she was doing and just hold me in her mouth for a minute. The sensations were incredible, and they were accompanied by the fantastic view of her bare breasts. I finally got myself under control and told her to continue and she went back to sucking me off. It was certainly not the most enthusiastic blowjob that I had ever gotten, but I had not expected that it would be. She was very good at it though. The fact that she was doing it against her will was making it so much more exciting. I was just about to cum in her mouth when I heard a noise and looked up to see two teenage boys, about fifteen or sixteen, who had started up the steps of the bandstand and stopped when they spotted us. I saw the shocked look on their faces and I smiled at them. I put my finger to my lips to indicate that they should remain quiet, and then I waived them closer. They looked at each other and shrugged and started to quietly come closer. I put my hands on Karen's head, covering her ears to mask any sounds the boys might make. When they were standing nearby, close enough to touch us, I whispered that they should sit down and watch. They moved closer to me and sat on either side of me and saw now that Karen's breasts were exposed. One of them whispered, "Holy shit!" Holy shit indeed! Those small, perfectly formed mounds of soft female flesh were well deserving of worship. I found this situation to be so erotic that I couldn't control myself any longer. I gasped in pleasure and began filling Karen's mouth with my hot cum. She handled it well. She didn't gag or choke and she didn't pull away when I started to cum. She waited until I had finished and then she swallowed. After she was finished she straightened out her back and waited there on her knees between my legs. The look of awe on the faces of the two boys made me wish that I had brought my camera. I ordered her not to move and I stood up and moved behind her. I reached down and played with her breasts for a moment and I quietly told her that she had done a very good job, considering that she was doing it against her will. She didn't say anything, just remained in place and permitted me whatever liberties I wished to take. I had planned on going slower than this. My intention had been to make her exhibit her charms a few more times before going any farther. Unfortunately for her, I found this situation irresistible. I indicated to one of the boys that he should pull out his cock and take my place and he didn't hesitate. Karen had to know that something was going on when she heard him stand up and pull his cock out and slide over to sit in front of her, because I was still standing behind her and manipulating her breasts. Her head snapped up and she whispered, "Who is that? Who is there?" I said, "That doesn't concern you. You just do what you are told. After all, you don't have a choice, do you?" I saw the surrender in her posture as she slumped and said, "No." The boys looked like their eyes were going to pop out of their heads any second now. I put my hand on the back of Karen's head and gently forced her forward again and she recognized the feel of the boys cock on her lips. She groaned in despair, but she opened her lips and took him into her mouth and began to suck him off, if somewhat resignedly. I straightened up and offered her breasts to the other boy and he slid to his knees beside her and his hand began to roughly squeeze and pull on her tits. I heard her groan in pain and I calmed him down and told him to take it easy on her. He started to get himself under control and explore what may have been the first pair of breasts he had ever touched. From the look on his face I tended to believe that was the case. It was probably the first blowjob that the boy that Karen was sucking off had ever had too, because he came in less than two minutes! I chuckled quietly as he tensed up and exploded in her mouth. She dutifully swallowed his slimy mess and after he had begun to relax she straightened up again and the boys quickly changed places. I kept expecting her to balk, to refuse, or at the very least to plead with me to end this. She never did. She sucked all three of our cocks without protest, and allowed our hands to wander her breasts freely while she worked. After the second boy had cum in her mouth, and again it was over very quickly, I helped her to her feet and I slowly lifted her skirt to her waist and ordered her to spread her legs so that the boys could enjoy a view of what I was certain was the first pussy that they had ever seen. One of them started to reach out and touch her, but then stopped and looked at me. I nodded and said, "Sure, go ahead, but gently. Don't hurt her." He placed his hand over her pussy and cupped it for a moment before exploring it, first outside, and then inside, with his shaking fingers. As he moved his fingers over her, Karen gasped from time to time. I suspected that even though she wanted desperately not to react to their crude touch, her body had a mind of its own, and it wanted to be touched. After a couple of minutes I let the second boy explore her body for a bit, then I thanked them for their help in training my new slave. She groaned and sobbed quietly when I said that, but didn't argue the point. The boys offered their services at any time in the future that I might have need of them and then they left. I let them leave while I buttoned Karen's dress back up and covered her breasts, reluctantly. Because they all lived in this area I thought that there was a slight chance that they might know Karen, and I wanted her to wonder who the boys had been. I was hard again, from playing with her, humiliating her in front of two boys, watching her provide oral service to two more complete strangers. I was more than ready to climb between her thighs now and explore that beautiful pussy. I just wasn't sure how or where. Should I remove the blindfold now? Assuming that she would not recognize me, should I tell her who I was and why I had allowed her to be raped? I looked around and saw that we were alone now, so I led her down the stairs and to my car and helped her in. When I opened her door and started to help her in she started to say something. "Please, I don't….." Then she was quiet. I was again amazed at how easily she surrendered to me. I put her in the passenger seat and buckled her in and drove her to my place. I parked in the garage and closed the garage door before I let her out. I was not ready for her to know where she was. She knew that she was not far from her home. It had only taken a few minutes to get here, but she didn't know where she was and could not find it again. I helped Karen out of the car and into the house. I stood her in the middle of the living room and undressed her, and again she offered not the slightest resistance. It took no time at all to undress her. She was wearing only her dress and her shoes. When she was naked I gently caressed her breasts and then worked my hand down to cup the protruding mound at the apex of those beautiful thighs. There was the slightest catch in her breath when my hand touched her. I held her there, feeling the heat from her body and I could feel a shiver go through her as I just held her. I didn't know if it was revulsion, my first impression, or if she was starting to become aroused by her helpless situation. She had given in very easily, or at least it seemed like she had to me. I slowly inserted a finger into her tight little slit and I was amazed at how wet she was. I was no expert on female physiology. Like most men, beyond a basic knowledge I was lost when it came to women. They were a large mystery to me. Still, I knew enough to know that when a woman's nipples got hard, or when her pussy began to lubricate, it did not necessarily mean that she was aroused mentally. Those were purely physical reactions to external stimuli as much as they were reactions to mental stimulation. The fact that her nipples were stiff and her pussy was soaking wet did not necessarily indicate that she was aroused. I was beginning to wonder though. I led Karen to the stairs and we went up to my bedroom. I laid her on the bed and went to my closet. I selected four neckties that had been gifts. They were so ugly that I would only wear them to costume parties. I used them to secure her hands and feet to the corners of the bed. I undressed and got on the bed with her and began to kiss her and caress her. In a very short time she was reacting to me. Her breathing was becoming labored and her face, neck and chest were flushed, her nipples were stiff and she was having a very difficult time staying quiet. I began to work my way down her body with my lips and my tongue until I had reached all the way down to her toes. I am not really into toes, or feet, but I know that a lot of people find it stimulating to have their feet and toes kissed and licked and they don't even realize it until someone does it to them for the first time. Karen was apparently one of them. She reacted strongly to my tongue on her toes and then she was so embarrassed that she slowly moved her head back and forth and muttered, "No, no, no, this is so wrong! I can't feel this!" I knew that that was much more information than she wanted me to have, and I couldn't help wondering again just how much she might be secretly enjoying being my little victim. I began to kiss my way back up the insides of her thighs and as I neared her vagina I saw that it was red and swollen, almost as if she had already had sex! It was open and her body's natural lubricant was seeping out of her. There was more than I had ever seen come out of a woman before. I paused with my mouth only six inches from her pussy and stared in amazement. It was a truly beautiful sight. Earlier, downstairs when I had undressed her, her pussy had been a tight slit, tucked away between her thighs and nearly hidden. Now, it was gaping and throbbing just like my cock was. She may not have wanted to have these feelings, but she was obviously very turned on. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to taste her. I kissed her swollen mound and her hips surged up to meet my lips. She groaned, though I was unsure if it was a moan of pleasure or embarrassment. I kissed her several more times before I began to explore with my tongue. I licked up a thick stream of her juices that flowed right down to the crack of her cute little ass and savored the taste of her. She moaned again as my tongue pushed through her pussy lips and scooped up more of her juices, and when I slid my tongue across her swollen clit she acted like I had punched her stomach. She sucked her breath in and her stomach contracted. I knew she hated that she couldn't control her reactions, and that made it just that much more fun for me. I began to eat her out, taking my time and teasing her with my lips and tongue. She held out for a minute or two, but before long she was getting very vocal. The heavy breathing, the panting, they were music to my ears, Soon though, she was crying out, "Yes, god yes! That's so good, I love that. Oh god, please don't stop. Oh Christ, I'm going to cum!" Then she did. Her hips lifted off of the bed and pressed against my mouth and she came loud and long. When she finally started to relax and come down from her sexual high I resumed kissing her lightly all around her pubic area. I avoided her clit. I just licked her slit and kissed the lips around it. My lips wandered up to kiss her flat stomach and then I worked my way back down to her thighs. When she had finally relaxed I started all over again. Not long after I started eating her pussy for the second time she started talking to me again. This time, when she said don't stop, I did. I stopped and as she screamed at me to continue I got up on my knees and moved over her and slid my hard, drooling cock into her. As she felt me move over her and slide my cock into her hot wet hole she started yelling again. "Yes! God damn you, fuck me! Fuck that feels good, Jesus Christ yes, fuck me god damn you. Rape me!" She was going nuts, and the sounds she was making were driving me crazy, nearly as crazy as she sounded. She came twice more before I finally couldn't control myself any longer and I buried my cock as deep in her pussy as I could. I moved my hips around in a circle, rubbing my pubic bone against her clit as I filled her pussy with cum. She came one final time and then she lay under me, crying quietly. I was afraid I had hurt her somehow, but then, after her sobs subsided, she whispered to me, "Jesus that was hot! It was never like that before." There was a pause then before she said quietly, "I hate you!" I put an end to her quiet rant with a passionate kiss, which she returned eagerly. It was a long time before I finally pulled my soft cock out of her. She felt so good. Her pussy kept throbbing gently and she was so tight, it felt like she was almost a virgin. I don't have an extraordinary cock. Only a fraction over seven inches long and I imagine that it is no thicker than average, I haven't seen a lot of hard ons, so I can only assume that mine is pretty normal. I was wondering now if maybe Rob may be just little bit under endowed. They had been married for quite a while, but this was one of the tightest pussies I had ever had the pleasure of exploring. I finally got up and untied her, but left the blindfold on for a little while longer. I guided her to the bathroom and helped her to the toilet seat. I saw the blush return to her face as she let loose a strong stream of urine into the toilet, and then sat and let my large load of cum drain out of her. While she was doing that, I turned on the water in my large walk-in shower and let it warm up. When the water was hot I took her into the shower and took my time and enjoyed washing her beautiful body in all of those interesting places. She obviously enjoyed it too. I couldn't do it without getting hard again and when she felt my hardon brush against her thigh she put her hand out and held it while I slid my soapy hands all over her body. We were both getting aroused again, and I was glad because I thought that it might be better if she was feeling aroused when I finally removed her blindfold. So I continued to soap her up and rinse her off for a while. Then I dried her off gently with a large, soft towel. I dried myself off quickly and then I led her out of the bathroom. I paused in my bedroom to slip into a pair of shorts. Then I guided her carefully back downstairs. I led her into the kitchen and sat her on a stool at the kitchen island and slowly removed her blindfold. Her eyes were closed and I walked around the kitchen island and stood watching as she opened them slowly. She had been blindfolded for a long time and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust. I watched for any sign of recognition as she studied me closely. Nothing, she didn't have a clue as to who I was. It had, after all, been nearly seven years since our brief encounter. I really hadn't expected her to remember. She finally said, "I don't know you. I think you must have the wrong girl." I said, "I didn't expect you to remember. It has been a long time. I suppose it is correct to say that you don't know me, but we have met, we have interacted." She got a curious look on her face then, as if something about me was familiar. Perhaps the way I spoke or the way I phrased things. But I could see that she couldn't remember me. The incident from our past was probably so insignificant to her that it was no longer one of her memories. She was not just trying to remember me. She was also sizing me up. I was no movie star or male model, but I was a reasonably good looking guy with a pretty good physique. I worked out a couple of times a week, not to bulk up, just to keep from getting flabby. I have dark blonde hair and very little body hair and she seemed to find me a bit less of a joke than she had in college. "What did I do to you?" she asked. I didn't know if I wanted to tell her yet. For some reason it seemed like the less she knew about me the better. I avoided the question and instead of answering her I said, "I guess it is safe to assume that you are accepting my offer to serve as my sex slave until your husband returns from Iraq. You have already had a small but representative sampling of the kinds of activities you will be taking part in. I will promise that you won't be harmed, and that your friends and family will not receive copies of those pictures. In exchange, you will be humiliated and abused at my whim and for my pleasure. Do you accept those terms?" She blushed again and said, "I don't have a choice." Somehow though, I had the distinct impression that she was not as upset by her situation as you might have expected. I was starting to wonder if the prospect of being a sex slave didn't appeal to her, at least on some level. I offered her a drink and she asked for a glass of ice water. I made one for both of us and then I took her arm and escorted her out through the patio door to a table in the shade, right near the pool. She looked around and said, "Very nice." It was several minutes before she even looked around to see if her nudity was visible to any of the neighbors. It wasn't. I have paid close attention to the landscaping. None of my neighbors can see into my back yard. We sat and talked quietly for a while. Both of us avoided the subject that was most on our minds. I put my drink down on the table and pulled my chair out and asked Karen to stand. She stood in front of me and I asked her to slowly turn around. I enjoyed the view as she complied. As much as I tried not to be nice to her, I had to tell her how beautiful she was. She tried not to smile, and I pulled her down into my lap and began to explore her sexy body again. She didn't seem to be upset in the least with the liberties that I was taking. In fact, she responded quickly to my touch. I moved my hands over her body for a few minutes and at one point I said, "I wish I hadn't left the blindfold in the kitchen. I enjoyed having you blindfolded." She repressed another grin and asked, "Do you want me to go get it?" She gave away a lot about herself with that offer, and the almost hopeful tone of her voice when she made it. I smiled and nipped at her nipple and said, "No, that's alright, we will be going back upstairs in a few minutes anyway." She shuddered at my words. This time I knew it was not revulsion. She was aroused. I started turning up the heat on her body and she could tell from the lump under her butt that I was enjoying it just as much as she was. I was done with the foreplay. I set her on her feet and pushed her ahead of me. I stopped on the way through the house to pick up the blindfold and then I guided her through the house and up the stairs. Watching her beautiful ass climb those stairs was almost more than I could take. I gently moved my hand over her ass as we climbed, and then reached between her thighs and snugged my hand up against the juncture where her beautiful thighs met. I felt the moisture on my fingers and when we reached the top of the stairs I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder and carried her to my bed. I dropped her down and she moaned and spread her arms and legs to the corners of the bed. She wanted to be tied down! I hid my smile as I slipped the blindfold back over her head and made sure that it was in place. Then I replaced the ties, securing her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. This time, after I slipped out of my shorts, I moved up and straddled her chest and placed the head of my cock on her lips. She didn't hesitate. In fact, she took me in eagerly and she did not suck listlessly this time. She gave me a very enthusiastic blowjob. I had to pull out of her mouth every so often in order to keep from cumming too soon. Each time I pulled out she groaned in disappointment and tried to recapture my cock with her mouth. She thought that I was teasing her and she swore at me and begged me to put my cock back in her mouth. I am only human! A man can only take so much. I plunged my cock back into her mouth and after a couple of strokes I filled her mouth with another load of hot cum. After she swallowed I moved down her body and returned the favor. She was even more responsive than the first time we had done this an hour or so ago. She really seemed to like being blindfolded and tied up, which was a fun game to play from time to time, but I hoped that she didn't expect that all of the time. I had thought that I was done for the time being. I had been sucked off on the bandstand, then I had fucked her a little while ago, and she had just sucked me off again. Much to my surprise though, as I ate her delicious pussy and I observed her beautiful, sexy, responsive body react to my touch I found myself getting hard again. After I brought her to a loud and vocal orgasm with my mouth I worked my way back up her body and forcefully plunged my hard cock back into her. She screamed as I did and I began to fuck her hard and violently. She was swearing and screaming right along and cumming like she had not been having orgasms all afternoon. I had thought that I would fuck her for a few minutes just because it felt so damned good. I was really surprised when I found myself nearing orgasm once more and I was soon joining her for my forth orgasm of the day. I had never done that before! This girl was unbelievable. I rolled off of her and untied her wrists. She sat up and untied her ankles, and then, to my surprise, she rolled over and put her arm over me and hugged me and kissed me passionately. I returned her kiss with just as much passion, and after a moment she finally removed her blindfold and smiled at me, looking just a little guilty, and said, "I don't know what I did to incur this horrible retribution, but I am so glad that I did it." Then she buried her face in my chest and said quietly, "Oh my god, I can't believe I said that!" I chuckled and put my arms around her and said, "If it makes you feel worse, I am having a poker game this Friday night. You are going to be both the help, and the entertainment." She shuddered and groaned and nipped my arm with her sharp teeth. Then she kissed her way down my body and kissed and licked my soft, slimy cock with what seemed like affection. We rested for a while longer and then we took another shower. It was almost as much fun as the first one had been. Then I dressed and we went downstairs and after she put her little dress back on I took her out for dinner. I thought about blindfolding her before we left, but I figured that I would benefit more by her knowing where I lived than she would. We went to a casual little Italian restaurant that I like and before we went in I unbuttoned enough buttons on the front of her dress that the insides of her breasts were exposed and when she walked her unfettered breasts swung enticingly. Not only did she not object as I adjusted her clothing, I had the distinct impression that she was excited by the way I was exposing her to anyone that looked her way. We got out and went inside and since I eat here often I was greeted at the door by the owner. He personally escorted us to a quiet booth, and as he seated us his eyes never left Karen's cleavage. I introduced Karen to him and he chatted with us for several minutes before he left. Not long after he had gone our waiter appeared with a bottle of good Italian wine, a gift from the owner. We sipped at our wine until there was no one looking and then I adjusted Karen's skirt. I lifted it up in back and pulled the front up until it just crossed the line of her crotch. I could look down and see her pussy in the dim light, though I doubt if anyone else could. As I worked on her clothing, she turned red, but made no effort to stop me. I spread her top open a little more, baring the sides of her beautiful breasts. When I was finished adjusting her dress I put my hands down and looked at her. I smiled and said, "I wish I could take that dress right off. If we wouldn't get thrown out of here I would. You have a beautiful body." She blushed, but didn't reply. I had the impression that she would have let me remove her dress without an argument. Our waiter appeared then and placed some warm bread on the table. Then he poured olive oil into a small saucer of spices. As he worked he stared at Karen's breasts openly. I have to give him credit for not spilling the olive oil all over the table. We enjoyed a long, slow, pleasant meal. We talked quietly and it was obvious that she was no longer feeling quite as much a victim. I gathered from some of her comments that she would really like to know the identity of the two men who drugged her and raped her in the alley Friday night. On the other hand, she didn't seem to mind what I was doing to her quite so much now. I was starting to get the impression that she was enjoying it. She had not mentioned being exposed at the mall, or being forced to give blowjobs to two young men at the park earlier. I think that she was trying hard to give me the impression that she was going along only because she was being blackmailed. I wondered how she was going to react when she was moving around naked in a room with six or seven horny men taking advantage of her sweet young body every time she got within reach. I paid for dinner and we went out to my car and I drove her to her house. We sat and talked on her front porch for a few minutes and I had the distinct impression that she wanted to invite me inside. She had been alone for months and she probably hated it. I asked her about her job and her hours and I thought that it would be fun if she hosted dinner tomorrow. She said "Okay," trying to sound as if she was being used. I didn't buy it though. Before I left I said, "I'll be here at six. If you wear anything, make it something sexy." Then I stood up and she stood with me. She turned to face me and she looked troubled. It was as if she wanted to kiss me goodnight, or at the very least thank me for a nice evening. She was really conflicted and I must admit that I was feeling the same conflict. As much as I hated to admit it, I had been really enjoying tormenting Karen. Today though, the afternoon we had spent together and the nice meal, that had been a lot of fun. The impression I was getting, that she was enjoying what I was doing as much as I was didn't detract from that at all. Now I had to go home and try to decide how much of this convoluted relationship was all in my head. I went home and checked my email. I considered sending her some more pictures, just to throw her off track. I decided instead that I might first just see where this track was leading. I suspected that as soon as she was alone and started thinking about her husband she might come to her senses and feel pretty bad about what had happened to her in the last couple of days. The next day, the beginning of the work week, was almost a day off for me. I had only one trouble call and it was an easy fix. For the remainder of the day I spent entirely too much time thinking about Karen. That concerned me. I managed to convince myself that I was only thinking about her because she was new and hot and that it would wear off soon. I started getting ready early and was at her door at six. She opened it before I could knock and she was wearing the top half of a see-through shorty nightgown. She knew what I meant by sexy. She looked hot! I stepped inside and gave her the kiss she had seemed to want before we parted last night. She returned it enthusiastically and then she led me into her living room and sat me on the couch and offered me a drink. I asked for ice water, it's what I drink most of the time. I watched her body moving under that nearly invisible top as she scurried around getting dinner prepared and the table set. Before long we were sitting at the table and eating a perfect meal. We talked a little, but at first we avoided the one thing that we really seemed to have in common, at least at first. I had some questions though. I wanted to know a lot more about her. I asked her if she had ever been tied up and blindfolded before. She blushed and shook her head. I guess she was embarrassed that she had enjoyed it so much. "You seemed to enjoy everything that happened to you yesterday," I said. She acted like she wanted to deny it but she couldn't and her blush deepened. "You even enjoyed it when I made you suck off those two boys at the bandstand, didn't you?" "No!" she quickly exclaimed. "I mean, oh god, I don't know what to tell you. I hated it, but it turned me on. And when you told them to play with my breasts, and when you lifted my skirt, I hated it, but it turned me on even more. That blindfold, not being able to see, not being in control, it was all so exciting. I didn't know that I was like that. I am always in control! When you threw me onto your bed and tied me up, that was the last straw. After that, well, that was the most exciting afternoon that I have ever spent." "Are you looking forward to the poker game on Friday?" I asked. "Do I really have to answer that?" she asked. She didn't, I knew the answer. She hated it, but it excited her. I thought that I understood. We didn't talk much after that. We still had nothing in common but sex. She had not read a book since college and probably never watched the news. If she voted at all she probably voted Republican because she didn't know any better. She worked as a buyer at a major local boutique and she knew fashion. That was all that she cared about. So after supper I wasted no time in conversation. I ordered her to lead me to her bedroom and told her that I wanted to fuck her on the bed she shared with her husband. I made it sound coarse on purpose, and that was just what she needed to hear. I followed her down the hall to her bedroom and I was not at all surprised to see ropes already fastened to the corners of the bed. She didn't have a blindfold, but she had provided a scarf for that purpose. She had probably been daydreaming about getting tied up and fucked all day at work. I pulled her close and kissed her and she melted in my arms. I pulled that nightgown off and pushed her onto the bed I secured the scarf around her head and then I untied the rope from one corner of the foot of the bed. I tied her wrists together with it and then I tied her wrists to the center of the headboard, instead of the corners. By the time I had her tied the way that I wanted her she was already breathing hard. I stood back up and as I undressed I started talking to her. I asked her if she was ready to get raped again. She didn't answer, except to moan in anticipation. I told her how hot she looked and said that the next time I would have my camera so that I could get more pictures of her. Maybe even bring a friend so I would have a cameraman for the action shots. Or better yet, several friends, we could make a night of it. I saw her shudder and I am pretty sure that she had an orgasm just from the things that I was saying. I guess she really is looking forward to that poker game on Friday! I took her without a lot of foreplay this time. I climbed up on the bed between her legs and then I lifted her legs up over my shoulders and worked my way up until my hard cock was resting on her stomach. I pulled my hips back and lined my cock up with her hot and very wet hole, and I pushed it in forcefully, all in one lunge. She screamed as I entered her, but it was not a scream of pain. It was pure pleasure, total abandonment. It was the rape that she had been dreaming about all day. I had really outdone myself yesterday. I had never cum that many times in one day before. So there was no urgency today. I was able to last a very long time. Karen started out having orgasms almost immediately. I continued to "rape" her forcefully and she kept cumming and talking dirtier and dirtier. Twenty minutes later, when I finally came, she was almost a blithering idiot. Her head was tossing back and forth, she was swearing almost incoherently and her body was covered in sweat. I pulled my soft cock out of her and moved back. I let her legs fall back softly onto the bed. She groaned and lay there limply as I moved up over her and I forced her to suck my cock clean. She complied eagerly. I finally fell onto the bed beside her and relaxed while I studied her body closely and lightly teased her breasts. Her nipples reacted instantly. I loved how sensitive they were. I started squeezing them and pulling on them and it seemed like the harder I squeezed the more she enjoyed it. So in the furtherance of science I kept going, just to see how much she could take before she screamed for me to stop. But she didn't scream, she didn't ask me to stop. As I compressed her nipple between my thumb and my finger, pulling and squeezing with so much force that I was beginning to get concerned, she began to groan and her breathing got more ragged and her face and neck got red and much to the surprise of both of us she had an orgasm! The only part of her body that I was touching was her nipple, and I was squeezing the hell out of it, and she came! I smiled to myself as I thought about how much fun I could have with that little game. I could imagine doing that in a restaurant or at a bar while she tried to act normally as she had an orgasm while surrounded by dozens of strangers. I untied her hands and we took a quick shower, only this time she washed me. Then I got dressed and I picked out a micro miniskirt and a crop top for Karen. I watched her dress and when she had I wondered what had been going through her mind when she purchased that crop top. It was very thin, and loose, and the bottom curves of her breasts were exposed. It was very sexy. When I asked she said that she only wore it around the house for Rob. She had never worn it outside. Well, there is a first time for everything. We went out and strolled down the sidewalk towards the park. I didn't have anything special in mind, but if something came up I would gladly take advantage of it. It isn't a very large park. It is only three blocks long and one block wide and at one end there is a baseball complex that adjoins it. There are several large grassy areas and a playground for kids and a lot of trees. There is a jogging/walking path around the whole thing. There is also that bandstand where they used to hold band concerts a long time ago. It has not been used for that in many years. We reached the park and I pulled out one of the ropes that I had removed from the corner of Karen's bed. I tied her wrists behind her back and then we went for a walk. It was dusk and there were not a lot of joggers, but there was no shortage of people out enjoying the evening air and getting a little exercise. We were walking slowly and we were passed by half a dozen people before we had gone very far at all. They all looked back to check out Karen, walking with her barely covered breasts thrust out boldly. As we neared the bandstand I noticed a group of teenage boys sitting on the steps talking loudly. They got quiet when we drew near, and I recognized two of the boys as the two that Karen had given blowjobs to yesterday afternoon. She hadn't seen them of course, because of the blindfold. As we approached I spoke quietly to Karen and asked her if she knew any of the boys. She looked at them for a moment and shook her head. I told her that two of them were the boys she had sucked off yesterday and she stopped suddenly and groaned in embarrassment. But I knew how much she liked embarrassment. So I urged her forward again. We stepped off of the path and moved to the bandstand. The kids stared at Karen in awe as we approached. As we got closer I said hello to the five teenagers. It had not been obvious from a distance, but one of the teens was a girl. She was dressed like a boy and had hair that was shorter than some of the boys, but she was definitely a girl. When we were about ten feet away one of the boys said, "That's her! That's the woman we told you about!" I brought Karen to a stop in front of them and said, "Hey guys. What were you telling your friends?" One of them smiled and said, "We told them about yesterday, when your girlfriend sucked us off and we played with her tits." It was obvious that the three teens that had not been there yesterday were skeptical, even seeing her now in front of them with her breasts nearly exposed. I said, "Your friends look skeptical." "Yeah," one of them said. "They didn't believe a word of it." "Well," I said, "it's too bad that there is a young lady present, or we could have shown them that you were telling the truth." As I spoke, Karen's knees nearly gave way. She leaned into me for support. She whispered, "Oh god, please no!" But I could hear the excitement in her voice. The teenage girl smiled and said, "You don't have to chicken out on my account. Hell, I'd like to see it myself." One of he boys said, "She's my sister, she's just one of the guys." I led Karen up the stairs, stepping carefully between the kids and I led her to that same place in the back of the bandstand. The boys saw the rope around her wrists as we went by them and they were very excited, judging by their comments. The five teens followed us onto the bandstand and the girl asked, "Why is she tied up? Is she being raped? Is she doing this against her will?" "That is a hard question to answer," I said. "She likes being made to do things that she doesn't want to do. It turns her on. Some people are like that. She doesn't like it all the time, but sometimes she finds it exciting. She would never come out here to the park and let two boys play with her tits and suck them off of her own free will. But when I forced her to do it yesterday it excited her. She wouldn't admit it though." "She likes being embarrassed too," I continued. "Like this." With that I lifted her top over her breasts and then I reached down and lifted her skirt up and tucked it into her waistband. I looked at the teenage girl to judge how she was reacting to this and she was obviously amused. The boys, on the other hand, were way beyond amused. They were gathered tightly around Karen and in no time at all she had four young hands exploring her body. I kept an eye on them to make sure that they were not too rough, but I saw from the expression on her face that she was getting very turned on. The boys were talking excitedly among themselves about her beautiful breasts and her tight pussy and even how beautiful her sweet young ass was. Karen was standing in the middle of them with her eyes closed and her head back and I could hear her moaning as they groped her roughly. I interrupted one of the boys briefly to show him a little trick. I replaced his hand on her right tit with my own and I squeezed her nipple harder and harder until she had a loud, violent orgasm standing right there on the bandstand. As soon as her orgasm was just about over she started to collapse to her knees on the hard floor. I caught her and lowered her gently to her knees. The boys looked at me and I nodded and one of the boys that had not gotten a blowjob yesterday unfastened his pants and with a guilty look at his sister he sat down on the bench and I watched as Karen struggled to take him into her mouth without losing her balance because of the way her hands were bound behind her back. I considered removing the rope from her wrists, but I didn't want to spoil it for her. I could tell that she was handling him without difficulty. He was guiding her head up and down on his not quite fully developed cock and I knew it wouldn't be long anyway. The girl had moved closer and was kneeling down to get a closer look at what was probably her brother's first blowjob. She seemed to be getting nearly as big a kick out of it as he was. I reached down and ran my fingers through Karen's pussy and found that her juices were starting to run down her thighs. I stood up and offered her pussy to the boys as well. In seconds Karen had another cock in her pussy and I watched in amusement as the girl moved back to get a close-up look at what a cock entering a pussy looked like. The girl stood up and moved into the shadows and I could see her rubbing her own pussy as she watched the four boys taking turns raping Karen. All four of the boys came quickly and I let them each go around again. I could see the frustration building up in Karen. She was very turned on, but none of the boys was providing her with enough stimulation for a long enough time to let her achieve orgasm. I wasn't concerned though. I was hard as a rock and I had every intention of fucking the hell out of her when they were done. When the last of the four boys finished fucking her I pulled my cock out of my pants and knelt down and finally untied Karen's arms. I ordered her onto her back and then I invited two of the boys to hold her arms out so that she couldn't move. I knew she would like it more that way. I noticed the teen girl coming closer. I let her get a good look at my cock and then I lifted Karen's legs up onto my shoulders and I pushed my cock into her sloppy, but still tight pussy. I started slowly, enjoying the way her breasts swayed and jiggled as I fucked her. I quickly picked up the pace though, and she was laying there, held firmly by the two boys as she struggled and swore at me and yelled at me to rape her hard and fuck her faster. She started getting too loud, I didn't want to attract too much attention to what was going on up here. I asked the girl if she would mind putting her hand over Karen's mouth so the neighbors didn't call the police. The young girl grinned and happily joined in. I guessed her age to be about the same as the boys, around fifteen or sixteen, but her breasts were significantly larger than Karen's. As she leaned down to cup her hand over Karen's mouth I could see down her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could see one of her tits, almost to the nipple. She looked up and realized where I was looking, but she just smiled at me and then went back to watching my cock driving brutally into Karen. Karen started screaming into the girl's hand and cumming violently and soon I was cumming right along with her. It was a very exciting scene, especially for Karen. I managed to hang on long enough for Karen to cum one last time and then I pulled out and told the kids to let her go. She sat up and smiled at me, and then she slid over and took my cock into her mouth. It was really nasty, covered in her juices, my cum and the mixture of cum from the four boys who had all fucked her before I had. She didn't hesitate though. She dove right in and took my now soft cock right down to the base. Then she helped me put it away. I looked down and saw that the front of my jeans was sopping wet from all of the liquids that had escaped from Karen's pussy. I stood up and looked down at her and asked, "Are you okay, can you stand?" She grinned and said, "I think so." I helped her up and she was a little unsteady, but she was certainly sated. We sat down to rest for a minute and the teenage girl sat near her and said, "Can I ask you some questions?" Karen looked at her for a moment and said, "I will answer your questions, as best I can anyway. But you know that what happened out here just now, and yesterday with your friends, that wasn't normal. Most girls would not do this kind of shit, you know that, right?" The girl smiled and said, "Yeah, I know. But it was hot, wasn't it? I mean, you don't look like a skank or anything. You're just a hot woman that likes sex. Well, okay, you like kinky sex, right?" "So I am learning," Karen said. "Up until Friday evening, well no, Saturday afternoon, I lived a normal live. I am a happily married twenty-four year old woman with a good job and a college education. On Friday I was drugged and raped and since then my life has been turned upside down." The teen looked at me and asked Karen, "Did he rape you?" "Not really, well, sort of. But he didn't rape me on Friday. He took care of me after it was over. He brought me home and we developed our warped relationship in the last three days. What we are doing, and what we have done, well, it is a long, confusing story. It is okay for you to find what happened here this evening interesting, even exciting, I suppose. But you would be well served to not let it be something that affects your life. You will be much happier if you forget all about it." The girl said, "I don't see that happening any time soon. These guys are going to be raving about fucking you for months!" Karen looked at her and asked, "How old are you?" "I'm fifteen," the girl replied. "Are you a virgin?" Karen asked. The girl nodded. "Smart girl," Karen said. "Stay that way for a few more years. You will be a lot happier. I made the mistake of having sex just before my fifteenth birthday. I had a half a dozen really bad sexual experiences in the next year. Finally I realized that not only was I not ready for sex yet, but the guys I was fucking around with didn't have a clue and I stopped putting out until I got out of high school. The older guys are still pretty clueless, well most of them. Some are better informed than others," and here she smiled at me, "but when they get older they start to think about something besides there own satisfaction. With a little luck, you can find a decent one and train him to do it right. The only other thing I can tell you is the one thing that I have learned this weekend. Don't be afraid of your fantasies, and don't be afraid to experiment, when you are ready. Now, what are your questions?" The girl smiled and said, "I think you already answered them. Thanks." Karen looked at me and said, "I'm tired!" I laughed and said, "Yeah, and you're a fucking mess!" Then I put my arm around her shoulder and we relaxed for a while longer. The kids started to leave and I stopped them. I suggested that we might be able to do this again from time to time, because it amused me to watch. But they would have to keep it to themselves. If I came by and saw anyone but the five of them, all bets were off. We could get in a lot of trouble screwing around with them, and we had too much to lose to take any chances. They all swore that they would only talk about it among themselves. Then they left us alone. We sat in silence for a few minutes. It was a comfortable silence though. It was a very pleasant evening. After a few minutes Karen asked, "It is driving me crazy, I really wish you would tell me where you know me from." I chuckled and said, "I am embarrassed to admit it now." She turned towards me with a questioning look and I said, "It sounds so petty now." I paused for a moment and then I said, "We were in college together. We had three classes together in our freshman year. I was extremely shy, but a friend of mine had been drawing me out, trying to build my ego and give me more self confidence." "I thought you were nice, we had never spoken, but we had nodded, said hello, smiled at each other from time to time. You seemed like a nice girl. One day, just before class started, I asked you to go out with me. You burst out laughing, very loudly, and then joked with your girlfriend about me until the professor came in. I just about curled up and died inside after that. It took my friend months to undo the damage you did to my self esteem that day." She stared at me with a look of horror on her face. Finally she said, "Oh my god, I am so sorry. I don't remember that. I remember being the kind of bitch that would do something like that though." She put her arms around me and hugged me and put her head on my chest and said, "I guess I understand why you didn't come to my assistance Friday night. I don't blame you. Still, you did make sure I didn't get hurt. That's something." Then she looked up at me, "I don't think you are even yet. You should continue to blackmail me and make me do awful things." I kissed the top of her head and said, "I have every intention of doing just that. I knew that you wouldn't remember. I was fortunate to have a roommate like Phil, who owns the club where you got drugged last Friday. He was the charming, personable guy that was always the center of attention, but it never went to his head. He knew the day that we met that I needed help, and he drew me out of my shell and built up my self confidence, probably better than any professional could have. The great thing about him is that he did it because he cares about people. I don't think you knew him in college, but you will be meeting him on Friday. I have convinced him to take a night off and he will be at the poker game." I stood up and watched Karen put her cum covered clothing back together as much as possible. She grinned at me wryly and said, "As a wise man once said, I'm a fucking mess!" We walked back to her house with my arm around her until we got close to her house. We didn't want the neighbors talking. I sat on the front porch and she went in and got us both a glass of ice water. We sat on the front porch and I suggested that from now on we should meet at my place. I didn't have to worry about what the neighbors thought and we could enjoy a dip in the pool from time to time. I hadn't been there more than fifteen minutes when my pager went off and I had to go downtown and straighten out a mess at a processing center for one of the local banks. I stood up and Karen asked, "Do you get a lot of this?" I said, "Not a lot, and it usually doesn't take long to straighten out. Normally it is someone that doesn't know their job screwing up. It can happen at inconvenient times, but I get paid very well to fix it. On the plus side, I often go days without doing anything. I may never get rich, but I make a very good living and I love my job." I stood up and she walked me to my car. We both felt like it was a good time for a long, passionate kiss, but we didn't want the neighbors talking. I got in my car and drove downtown thinking, "Christ, I can't believe I'm Jody to some poor fuck in Iraq!" The next day I emailed Karen at work and told her to come to my house right after work. I made a potato salad and my patented cheeseburgers. They are the best cheeseburgers in the world, but I'm sorry, I can't tell you how I make them. We ate while sitting naked out near the pool. After we ate we played in the pool for a while. Karen is a lot of fun to play with when she is wet. We got out after a while and I poured us each a glass of wine. While we sipped we sat by the pool and listened to the sound of the waterfall I had built at one end. It was very restful. Suddenly, out of the blue, Karen said, "I would like to see the rest of the pictures you took Friday night." "There are a lot of them," I responded. "I took about two hundred of them. If you really want to see them it is okay with me." I led her inside and upstairs to my computer room. I turned my computer on and selected the pictures and started a slideshow, and then I pulled her down into my lap and as we watched I kissed different parts of her body and teased her nipples and her pussy with my fingertips. Halfway through the show she said, "Not many women get to see themselves getting raped. It is a strange thing to see." "What are you feeling?" I asked. She didn't answer for a minute, and then she said, "I still would love to see them get what they deserve for doing it to me. On the other hand, and this is probably largely due to what you are doing right now, I am getting very turned on." I stood her up and bent her over the computer desk and started fucking her from behind as we watched her getting raped. I will admit that it was a pretty weird thing to do, but it was working for us. While we fucked I said, "Their faces were pretty clear in the first few pictures that I took inside the club. I could have Phil ask his doormen to watch for them. I suppose that we could work out something. We wouldn't want them to keep going in there and picking up girls to rape." I was getting close now and I started picking up the pace and as I fucked her she was grunting and saying, "No, we don't want that, rape is a terrible thing, usually." That was the end of the conversation for a while. I tried to hold off, I wanted to get to the end of the slideshow before we came, but I was too turned on and we both came before I got to the shots of the aftermath. She was staring at the pictures of her well fucked pussy and gasping for breath and I watched her shudder. I wasn't sure what that one was for. Sometimes you just can't tell. We went down the hall and took a quick shower. When we had dried off I said, "I bought you a present today." She started to ask me what it was, but I put my finger on her lips and led her into my bedroom and put her in the center of the bed. I reached down and pulled up the chains that I had fastened to the corners of the bed and attached the stiff leather cuffs to her wrists and her ankles. When she saw them her eyes lit up, she would not have been happier if I had bought her a diamond bracelet. I put a large leather dog collar around her neck and then I got up and pulled the tripod closer with my digital movie camera on it and turned it on. She saw the camera and smiled. I think she is starting to really develop an interest in photography lately. I moved back to the bed and put the blindfold over her eyes and I was just about to crawl into bed with her when my fucking pager went off! I swore loudly and answered the page. It was the same damned dumb blond making the same stupid mistake that she had made last night and she was unable to fix it. I slipped into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and pulled on my boots. I told Karen that I would be right back and she pleaded with me to let her go first. I decided to let her suffer for a while. I knew I would be back in less than an hour. She would probably enjoy it. I took the bike and cruised down to the processing center. It took me a half hour to straighten out the young girl who should have been down the street working at a strip club, but was instead running around in here bumping into walls and saying oops all the time. I left as soon as I had her straightened out. I didn't even wait for the time to go over into a second hour. I got on the bike and, just to be cruel, I drove home and parked up the street so that Karen wouldn't hear me coming back. I walked down the street and went inside. I moved around downstairs for a few minutes, making just enough noise that she would know that someone was in the house. Not having heard the bike, however, she was probably thinking that there was a good chance that it wasn't me. I finally started upstairs, walking slowly and quietly, but making enough noise so that she could hear me coming. I took my time getting to my bedroom door and then I stood at the door staring at her. She really did look hot all chained up and helpless like that. I knew that she could hear me and I saw her listening intently for a moment before she quietly asked, "Sean, is that you?" I didn't speak. I stepped into the room and started to undress slowly. Karen pulled at her new leather cuffs and struggled, but she had already tried to get loose and she knew that it was futile. I moved over and sat on the edge of the bed when I was naked and I placed a hand on her tit, roughly squeezing and pulling on it. She groaned, totally unable to contain her pleasure at the possibility of being raped by another strange man. She called out again, "Sean? God damn it! Sean, is that you?" I wanted to do it, but I couldn't. I couldn't keep from laughing out loud. She recognized my laugh and she cried out, "Sean you son of a bitch! You scared the shit out of me!" I lay down beside her and kissed her and said, "Yes, you were scared, and you were very turned on too, weren't you?" "You mother fucker!" she exploded. "I almost had a heart attack!" I stuck two of my fingers into her sopping wet hole and asked, "What's this, your burglar alarm?" She just groaned and lifted her hips to meet my hand and said, "God damn you, fuck me!" I kept my hand busy working on her pussy and I bent down and kissed her. She attacked me with her mouth and it was obvious that, even as scared as she had been, she was also more turned on than ever. She started having one orgasm after another as my fingers roughly explored her pussy. When I took my mouth away from hers and moved down and took her nipple between my teeth and started biting she went fucking crazy. She screamed, and it was not a scream of pain. She stopped screaming then and I am not sure how to describe the sounds that were coming from her mouth, they seemed not quite human. She was thrashing around like she was trying to get loose, but I knew that was the last thing on her mind. I couldn't take it anymore. I had intended to eat her out, but she had me so hot, just watching her in the throws of incredible passion, I had to fuck her. I got on top of her and buried my cock in her in one brutal plunge. She screamed at me, "Yes! God damn you, fuck me! Rape me! Fuck my cunt!" What followed after that was unintelligible. Her passion was irresistible and in no time I was cumming right along with her. It was all over much too quickly and I collapsed on top of her for a moment before I found the strength to roll off. In that brief moment she lifted her head and licked my sweaty face like a dog. She didn't even seem to be aware of what she was doing. She was moaning and licking and pressing her hips up against me. It was truly incredible. I had a feeling she was going to really get off on this movie. After I had rested for a moment and my heart was beating almost normally, I unfastened the cuffs securing Karen's wrists. I got up finally and moved down and after sucking each of her toes I unfastened her ankle restraints. Then I crawled back up beside her and lay on my side and stared at her beautiful body and the portion of her sweet face that was exposed below the blindfold. I wondered how long she would leave the blindfold on. I knew that she enjoyed it. She left it on for a minute or two before she finally slid it off and then looked at me accusingly. She was quiet for a moment and then she said, "That was a cruel thing to do." I nodded and said, "It really turned you on, didn't it?" She finally admitted it. "Fuck yes! I was about ninety percent certain that it was you. But that last ten percent was…..oh god I must be sick, it was so fucking exciting I didn't even care if it was you or not, I just needed whoever it was to fuck me." I looked at her for a moment and asked, "I heard what you were telling that girl out at the bandstand. You really didn't know how much you liked this stuff until Saturday?" "No, I will admit that I had a few fantasies that your everyday housewife might not share. I never imagined that I would let someone put me through the changes that you have though." I had not realized that it was really my fault until she said it! Well, mostly my fault. I asked, "How do you feel about it?" She sat up in bed and looked down at herself. She picked up one of the wrist cuffs and looked at it. Then she sniffed it, inhaling the leather smell and getting turned on by it. Then she looked at me and said, "I don't know. It's scary, and it is so exciting. We are raised to believe that anything that is this much fun, this exciting, has got to be bad. Look at me! I'm cheating on my husband for Christ's sake. I would have bet anyone everything I owned that I would never do that, even if he is a lousy fuck. Oops! Did I say that out loud?" I said, "Well, it doesn't matter. I don't intend to let you out of our agreement. You may still consider yourself as officially blackmailed." She leaned over and took my limp dick in her hand and faked a look of fear and said, "Every night, a fate worse than death, how will I survive?" I got up and got dressed and she looked confused. I smiled and said, "I left my bike up the street. I have to go get it and put it in the garage. By the way, have you ever been on one?" She shook her head. "Well," I said, "I know where we are going to dinner tomorrow night." I was tempted to order her to stay with me tonight. I wanted to. I was pretty sure that she would have liked that too, but she was already concerned with her nosy neighbors. I figured that since it was very likely that she would be spending Friday night here it was best not to overdo it. I put my bike away and when I got back she was dressed and ready to go. I told her to wear jeans tomorrow and another crop top. She started to leave, but she stopped and turned around and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. She said, "I am sorry for what I did when we were in college." I said, "Stop being so nice, you make it hard to abuse you." She smiled and said, "It won't happen again sir." Then she left. I got a call early the next morning and ended up with a new client. I spent the day at a local department store. They were not a part of a chain, but they were very popular locally and they needed to upgrade their inventory practices and just generally become more involved in the information age technology before it completely passed them by. They already had a system, but it was archaic and wasn't serving their needs very well. I told them what they needed to do to upgrade and they gave me the go ahead. That would probably take me most of next week. It would be like I had a normal job for a while. When I left there I stopped by Phil's club to see him. I told him about the two guys with the roofies and what they had done in his club to one of his customers. I had printed off a couple of pictures with the two men and when he saw them he looked at Karen and said, "She looks familiar. Don't I know her?" I smiled and told him where he remembered her from. We got a big laugh out of that because of all of the ribbing about her that I had been subjected to over the years. Phil said that he had gotten reports that at least three other women had reported a similar experience over the last several months. They had regained consciousness in various places, early in the morning and either been naked or dressed but with obvious signs of having had sex, and they had no memories of it. So he promised to take care of it. I left then, after reminding him of the poker game, and getting his promise to be there. I went home and started putting together a plan for the new inventory control system for my new client and the next thing I knew, Karen was at the door. I let her in and locked the door and we went out to the garage. It was still pretty early, so I thought we could get a good seat out on the deck at the biker bar where we were going for supper. In the garage I put a helmet on her and buckled it down. I assured her that all she had to do was hang on, gently, to my waist and she would be fine. She didn't have to worry about leaning or falling off or anything. I told her that if she got scared all she had to do was what I did, close her eyes. I put her on the small passenger seat of my Softail and showed her where to put her feet and then I opened the garage door and started the bike. When it first fired up she screamed, startled by the noise and the vibration, but she hung on and I pulled out and pushed the button on the garage door opener remote in my pocket. As soon as I saw the door closing I took off. I rode around for a little while, taking the long way around and finally pulled up in front of the biker bar. We got off and I helped her take her helmet off and hung it from the handlebar. As soon as I turned back around she threw her arms around my neck and said, "That was fucking fantastic! I love it! Am I a biker chick now?" I looked at her thoughtfully and said, "I'm not sure, I will have to ask if you can be a biker chick without any tattoos and before I have your nipples pierced." "My what!" she exclaimed. I laughed and took her arm and we went inside. It was pretty crowded, but there was a couple leaving one of the nice tables by the railing as we walked in and we managed to get it. I looked around and saw a few people that I knew and nodded to them. It took a while, but we finally got some drinks and ordered a couple of BBQ sandwiches. Then we sat and talked for a while. The inside section of the bar is loud and smoky, but they keep the door closed and the deck is much quieter and you can breathe the air. We had a pleasant meal. They do very good BBQ here. We sat and sipped on a couple of beers and enjoyed ourselves. I was sometimes surprised at how much I enjoyed Karen's company since we had so little in common. She brought the subject around to pierced nipples several times, she was afraid that I had been serious. To be honest, if it had been some other woman in her situation, I might have seriously considered it. I couldn't do it to her though. I loved how sensitive her nipples were and I didn't want to take a chance on screwing that up. I explained that to her, and then I demonstrated. Karen was leaning forward with her arms crossed in front of her on the table. I threaded my arm through hers so that it looked like I was holding her hand. Instead, I stuck two fingers up inside her little crop top and began to squeeze her nipple harder and harder. Before long her face started getting red and her breathing became ragged and just as the waitress came back to the table she was biting her lip and fighting to keep from arousing the attention of the people around us as she had a strong orgasm. The waitress stood at our table watching her and smiling. Karen didn't even realize it until her orgasm passed and she opened her eyes and saw the waitress watching her. She said, "Oh god!" and covered her face with her hands until the waitress left. I got up then and helped her to her feet and we left. I took us on a small ride through the back roads outside of town, demonstrating how much fun a twisty road could be on a bike. Then we went home and stripped down and went out to my back yard and took a dip in the pool. Wednesday and Thursday were uneventful. Karen came straight to my house after work and we took turns cooking supper. After supper we would both clean up the kitchen and then play in the pool for a little while before going upstairs and getting wild. On Thursday evening as she was leaving, I told Karen to stop by her house after work tomorrow and check her mail and pick up some clothes for Saturday, because she would be staying the night. The next day I set up the poker table and set out the chips. I went to the store and bought some beer and snacks and a few decks of cards. I stopped on the way home at the adult book store and bought Karen's outfit for the game. The guys were going to love it, and so was she, though she would be extremely embarrassed. Karen got to the house early. She gets off an hour early on Fridays, something about the bosses plan for avoiding rush hour traffic on the worst driving day of the week. She stopped at her house and picked up her mail, but she already had a bag in her car with her clothes for tomorrow and she didn't even go inside. She drove straight to my house. I put her to work helping to make some sandwiches and we talked quietly while we worked. I kept my eye on the clock and when there was an hour to go before the guys started arriving I sent her up to take a shower and make herself pretty. She was getting nervous, and that pleased me. I would hate if she lost that. I finished getting the snacks ready and I grabbed a beer and watched the news until she came downstairs wearing only her high heels. I had a small bag by my chair and I called her over and pulled out her uniform for the evening. A tiny see-through thong that just barely covered her pussy, a tiny French maid's apron that didn't even reach down to the thong, and one of those little things that they stuck in their hair and called a hat. I had planned on having her wear her leather wrist cuffs too, but I thought that might ruin the effect and decided at the last moment to leave them off. I told her that from now until my friends went home, she was to do anything that any of them asked of her, without hesitation. She would be serving drinks and snacks, she would be getting groped and liberally molested, and she would be having sex. The spare bedroom was all set up for that. So she should lead her lovers to that room, unless they wanted to take her right there in the game room. I finished with her instructions and looked up at her and said, "God damn I am turned on right now! I wish I had time to take you upstairs and fuck you." She smiled and said, "I'm ready." As luck would have it, just then the doorbell rang and I ordered her to answer it. I watched from my chair as she opened the door and stood aside to let the first two arrivals in. I had not informed any of the guys that she would be here, and to say that they were shocked doesn't even come close. They both stepped in and she shut the door and smiled nervously at them and escorted them into the living room. She took their drink orders and they stared at her naked ass as she walked to the kitchen to get them their beers. They had not said a word since they had come inside and they had only glanced at me once, almost as though to make sure that they were in the right house. Then their eyes returned to Karen, and stayed there. Jerry finally looked up and said, "What the hell?!" I smiled and said, "Gentlemen, I have a maid now. I hope that isn't a problem for you." Jerry looked at me and said, "Come on man, you don't have a maid. This is your desperate attempt to distract us so that you can finally win." I said, "If that is what I am doing, it appears to be working." Then I introduced Karen to Jerry and Eric. I told them that when everyone was here I would explain what her chores were tonight. While I was talking, Karen had come over to stand beside my chair. I ran my hand over her ass and she shivered in excitement. I glanced over and saw that the small piece of fabric that covered her tight little pussy was getting damp. Her face and neck and chest were very red, and that was why she looked so god damned exciting. It was another fifteen minutes before all six of my friends had arrived and been introduced to Karen and given drinks. Phil was the last to arrive and he recognized her from her picture. We headed into the game room but Phil hung back and asked me and Karen to hold on a minute. When we were alone, he told Karen that his bouncers had recognized her rapists from the pictures that I had given him and caught them leaving with a drugged girl last night. She asked him what had happened to them and Phil said, "Do you really want to know?" I was pretty sure that she did, and I damned sure did and I nodded. Phil said, "I had some men take them to an alley behind a gay bar on the edge of town and strip them and tie them up and gag them. Then they went inside and started spreading the word about them, who they were, and what they had done, and why they were out there. They spent the entire night being fucked in the ass by the patrons of the gay bar. My bouncers returned an hour after closing and they were still being raped. They waited until the last of the crowd was finished with them, cut them loose and returned their clothing, and warned them that the next time they heard of a girl being raped in town they were going to assume that they had done it, and they were going to fix it so that they could never rape anyone again. I looked at Karen and said, "Sounds like justice was served to me." She nodded and took Phil's hand and said, "Thanks, thanks to both of you. I hated that they could do that and get away with it like they did. I appreciate that you cared enough to do this." Then the games began. When we were all seated at the table I called Karen over and told everyone that she was here, not entirely of her own free will. Her main function was to look good and serve drinks and snacks. She would, however, be available to everyone to use gently, if they wished, in the spare bedroom upstairs, or right here if they preferred. Several of my guests were married and I let them know that they were free to grope her a little from time to time and then go home and take it out on their wives if they preferred, they were welcome to go as far as their consciences would allow. After my description of her duties the poker game started. It was immediately apparent that I should have had a naked woman present at all of the games that I hosted. I couldn't lose if I tried. I know that my cards were no better than they usually were, but the guys could not keep their eyes, or their hands, off of Karen. We had not played two full hands before I started hearing "Deal me out," and Karen started leading them upstairs. I had my movie camera set up on the tripod in the corner and if they noticed it, none of my friends complained. I was looking forward to watching the disk later, especially the one with my token black friend KC on it. By the end of the night, Karen was looking pretty tired. Two of the married men had passed on going upstairs, but they had been taking every opportunity to feel her up when she got close enough to them. She got close pretty often. The poor girl didn't get a break all night. If she wasn't upstairs fucking or sucking one of my friends, she was fetching drinks and snacks, or she was sitting in someone's lap and getting gently mauled. After about a half hour or so her nervousness disappeared and she started having fun. She was laughing and joking with the guys and she didn't even get that wound up when she was led off for her first sexual experience with a black man. Nearly all of the sex took place upstairs. She was made to suck off one guy after he had pushed his chair back from the table. It took a long time. He had already been upstairs twice. It was obvious that Karen was embarrassed about sucking the guy off in front of all the rest of us, but she gave it her all, just like a good little slave. The game finally broke up at a little after one AM. It was one of the few times that I actually won enough money to pay for the snacks that I provided. Karen said goodnight to everyone at the door and was given a last mauling by all of them. Then she started to clean up the mess. I stopped her and told her that we could do that tomorrow, and we went to bed. I figured that she would be worn out, so I didn't attempt to have sex with her. I held her in my arms and we spooned until we fell asleep. The next morning I got up and left her sleeping and went downstairs and started cleaning up our mess. Actually, it wasn't that bad. She had pretty much kept up with it during the evening. By the time she got up an hour later, all traces of a poker game were gone and coffee was ready. I heard her coming down the stairs and poured her a cup of coffee and she came over and hugged me and told me how sweet I was. Then we went out back and drank coffee and she told me how much fun she had last night. I had been doing some heavy thinking this morning and I told her that I thought that it was time to put an end to our relationship. I thought that she had suffered enough. She looked like I had slapped her. Tears came to her eyes and she sat up and said, "Why? What did I do wrong? I thought that I had done everything that you wanted! What's wrong Sean?" I took her hand and said, "You didn't do anything wrong. You are perfect! The problem is that you are a married woman and I am falling in love with you." She got a funny look on her face and said, "Yeah, I know. I am falling in love with you too. Sucks, doesn't it?" I nodded, it really did. Although we didn't have a lot in common, aside from a love of sex, she was beautiful and she had a great sense of humor and a nice personality, and she was just a lot of fun to be with. The longer I was with her, the harder it was going to be to give her up. There was no way I could stay with her until her husband came home and then just give her up. I told her all of that and then we were quiet for a while. Finally she said, "Do we have to quit cold turkey? What if we tapered off? I don't want to be alone again. The first couple of months after Rob left were hell. I don't want to go eight or nine more months without sex. It was going to be hard enough going back to humdrum sex with Rob. He never makes me cum you know." "I don't know Karen," I said. "I didn't think that there was a chance in hell that I could fall for you. It turns out that you are not who I thought you were. I love being with you, I love sleeping with you and showering with you and taking you out and letting other people look at your sexy body and have sex with you. If you were single…., well, never mind, you aren't single. But Christ, I have only known you for a week and I am falling in love with you. How can I be with you for most of a year and let you go?" She was sitting there naked, with tears running down her cheeks and I pulled her to her feet and sat her down in my lap and held her. I couldn't stand to see her like this, so I did the stupid thing and said, "Okay, how about a compromise, how about if once a week we go out to dinner? No sleeping together, no fun and games, just friends." She put her arms around my neck and hugged me and said, "That would suck, but I will take what I can get. The problem is, you are right, and I know that you are right because I have those feelings too. It doesn't matter though. I can't stand the idea of not seeing you again. So I will take what I can get." So that was what we did. Once a week we went out to dinner, and sometimes a movie. We sometimes went for motorcycle rides. She tried to talk me into letting her serve at another poker game, and the guys would have loved it. I said no, I would not have been able to control myself. I still had all of the movies that I had made of her and I watched them from time to time. Things changed though. Three months before he was supposed to come home, Rob's emails started getting cold. Then, a month later, he told her that he had fallen in love with a woman in his unit and he wanted a divorce. You never saw a woman in your life that was happier to be asked for a divorce. Karen came to my house at eight PM one evening and handed me a piece of paper. It was the email from Rob. She gave me thirty seconds to read it and then she said, "Now can we fuck?!" I had to admit that my feelings for Karen had not changed. I guess the weekly date had kept them alive. I pulled her inside and took her in my arms and said, "The cuffs are still attached to the bed." She bit my neck and grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs as fast as she could get me to move. We made love all night long. Well, no, that isn't quite right. We made love several times, but most of the time we fucked. We fucked hard and loud and there is no doubt in my mind that the neighbors heard her screams. The next day was Saturday and I took her out shopping. I thought that now that she was going to be moving in with me it was time to get her a new wardrobe. We drove over to her favorite clothing store, Sweet Nothings, and she introduced me to Jo, the owner. You should have seen the look on Jo's face when Karen told her that she was getting a divorce, and she was obviously excited about it. Jo didn't know what to say. We picked out a dozen outfits and Karen put on one hell of a show when she tried them on. I held the door to the changing room open and as Karen changed a small crowd gathered to watch. Jo came over and smiled at me and said, "For some reason, all of my best customers try on clothes that way!" "Do you mind?" I asked. "Hell no!" she exclaimed. "It's great for business. You watch, some of these people are going to see how great she looks in some of those outfits and they are going to ask where you got them. Then they are going to buy them. No, I don't mind at all. In fact, I have thought about taking the doors off of these changing rooms, or at least half of them." "I think that's a great idea," I said. "Hell, I'd come here every week to shop." Jo went off to help a customer and she had been right, three times while Karen was trying on clothes, someone asked where we had gotten a particular garment and I had to point out where it had come from. After I had paid for Karen's divorce presents, we drove to an adult video store and I dragged her inside to look at toys. We picked out a pair of handcuffs, some nipple clamps, several more types of leather restraints, some very exotic vibrators and a few more outfits which she tried on right there in front of everyone. She had not had so much excitement since we had decided to cool it seven months ago. I hadn't either. Karen wanted to move in with me, and I wanted that too. That wasn't practical though. I convinced her that it was in her best interests to wait until after the divorce. She saw the wisdom in that, and so she maintained her residence. But now she spent most of her nights with me, long, hot, exciting nights. And the games began again. The day after she had come over to my house all excited because Rob wanted a divorce I dressed her in a little dress that just barely covered her nipples. Both sides of her breasts were exposed and any sudden moves caused one or both of her breasts to be uncovered. I drove her to the park and for the first time in seven months we took a walk along the running path. It wasn't very crowded, but everyone that we passed enjoyed seeing Karen. As we neared the bandstand I said, "You missed being a slut these last nine months didn't you? You missed being raped too, didn't you?" She stopped and turned to face me and said, "As horrible as it sounds, yes, I did. I wish that it wasn't true about me. I wish I could have gone back to being who I used to think that I was. I have to be honest though, as much as I missed being with you these last few months, being with you sexually, being your lover, I missed the games just as much. The question now is, can you love a woman that enjoys those games?" I took her in my arms and said, "After what we went through that first week we spent together, I don't think that I could love a woman that didn't enjoy those games. I wish we had more in common. I wish you loved to read. I wish that you got excited at the sight of a used book store. We may have a problem over the years because of how different we are. But I have missed you, missed playing those games with you since I was stupid enough to stop. Trust me. I am going to make up for lost time." I put my arm around her and led her up onto the grandstand. I felt the excitement rising in both of us as we approached it and climbed the stairs, even though there didn't seem to be anyone nearby at the time. I led her to the rear of the bandstand and I slipped the straps of her sexy little dress down off of her shoulders and then I slid it off of her and tossed it on the bench nearby. We kissed and I caressed her naked body for a minute, then I guided her to the bench and pulled a couple of short lengths of rope from my back pocket and tied her wrists to the railing around the bandstand. As soon as her wrists were secured I pulled the blindfold out and slipped it over her head. There didn't seem to be anyone else around, but the fact that she was tied up and blindfolded and helpless in a public place was turning us both on. As soon as I had her secured the way that I wanted her I moved away and left her sitting there alone to wonder what might happen next. What actually happened next was as big a surprise to me as it was to Karen. I heard someone on the stairs and I looked over to see the teenage girl that had been in the group of five that had been here at the bandstand the last time we had come. I smiled at her and she came over and sat down beside me. She looked at Karen for a minute and then said, "The guys really missed you when you stopped coming here. I did too. It was exciting to watch." I responded, "We had a problem we had to work out. We have solved it now and this is the first time we have been able to play since the last time that we were here. Believe me, we missed it too." The girl never took her gaze from Karen's naked body. After staring at Karen for another minute or two she said, "I just had a birthday. I'm sixteen now." I wasn't sure what her point was, it seemed like an unusual thing to say. So I just smiled and told her that she was turning into a beautiful young lady. She finally looked me in the eye and said, "I have been thinking about you two, and the game you play, the slave game, since that night. I can't help it, it is so fucking hot! I want to be a slave too. Could I be your slave? Can you have two slaves?" I had not seen that coming. I put my arm around her and held her for a minute, trying to decide how best to answer her. I didn't want to hurt her feelings, make her feel rejected, but she was much too young for these games. She was too young to even know what she wanted. I tried reminding her of the conversation that she had had with Karen the last time, when Karen had told her to wait until she was older and more mature. I wasn't getting through to her and it was obvious. So I got up and untied Karen and took off her blindfold and gave her back her dress. I suggested that she have a talk with the girl, who I finally found out actually had a name, Lisa. Lisa watched Karen getting dressed and said, "You are very beautiful, I love the way you look naked. You should have heard the way the guys talked for months after that day." I decided that this was a talk they might better have without me around. I wanted them to be able to talk freely and openly, so I went for a walk. I walked up a side path and sat down on a park bench within sight of the bandstand. I noticed, while I was sitting there keeping my eyes on the girls that anyone on this bench, or coming up this path, would have a pretty good view of anything that happened in the center of the bandstand. I resolved from now on, if we used the bandstand for a playground again, that it would be much better to move to the sides. That would be a lot more discreet. After about a half an hour or so, Karen waived to me and I got up and went to see if she had straightened Lisa out. I went up into the bandstand and sat down beside Karen and she asked, "Would you like having two slaves Sean?" Obviously talking sense to Lisa had not worked out too well. I said, "Karen, she is only sixteen!" "I know," Karen said. "It's just that I think we have created a monster. It is our fault. We let her get involved in something that we shouldn't have and now she is warped for life." I looked at Lisa and asked, "Sweetheart, are you still a virgin?" She hesitated, and then she responded, "I haven't had intercourse. I have been doing other things." Karen said, "Sean, after we stopped coming to the park and playing with her brother and his friends, they started playing some of those games with Lisa." "Like what?" I asked. Lisa didn't seem the least bit embarrassed when she replied, "It started the first few times with letting them take my clothes off and touch me, explore my body, but no sex. Then, after a month or so they would tie me up sometimes and play with me for hours. It wasn't long after that that they started getting undressed too. I promise you, they weren't making me do anything that I didn't want to do. I loved it." "At first," she continued, "they would touch me for a while and get all excited, then one day one of them, Chris was the first one, started playing with his cock and he shot his cum all over my tits. The other three thought that was hot, so they did it too. They still don't know it, but when they did that, when my tits were covered with their four loads of cum, I had an orgasm too." Nothing seemed to embarrass this girl. In fact, I was watching her explain what had happened and I could see that she was getting turned on just telling me about it. "Then, the next day after they had tied me up and cum on my tits, Chris untied one of my hands and made me beat him off, and then of course I had to do it for the others, even my brother! It was only a few days after that, I was tied up and just as excited as the guys were, when Chris put his dick on my lips and I didn't even wait to be told what to do. I started sucking him off. That is what I have been doing for about the last four months or so. It is like Karen said though. The guys only care about one thing, themselves. They just want to get off and they don't even care if I cum or not." I looked at Karen and asked, "I don't know baby. She is awfully young. We have apparently already fucked up her mind. Do you want to do this? Are you sure that you wouldn't get jealous if you saw me playing around with her?" Karen smiled and said, "I think she would be better off than with four idiot teenage boys. As far as jealous, I don't think I have that bone. I'll make you a deal, if you promise not to get jealous when you see me with her, I promise not to get jealous when I see you with her." That got my dick hard. It was getting late, so I asked Lisa what time she had to get home. She smiled, realizing that I had given in pretty easily, and said, "Hang on. I just need to make a quick phone call." Lisa grabbed her cell phone and moved off of the bandstand and stood down on the path. I waited until she was out of hearing range and said to Karen, "Are you sure about this. I don't want to screw the poor girl up for life. She is awfully young." Karen said, "We apparently already screwed her up. I was thinking we can all have a good time, satisfy her fantasies a little, and ours, and just kind of watch over her. Besides, the age of consent in this state is sixteen. I think she is already being taken advantage of by her brother and his pals a lot worse than anything we might do to her. At least with us she will get to cum too." Lisa came back up onto the bandstand smiling and said, "I am staying over a friend's house tonight. I just need to stop at my house and get my toothbrush and a change of clothes. Friday was the last day of the school year so my schedule is pretty loose. I have to check in before ten o'clock tomorrow evening. I doubt if I can stay over two nights in a row, at least not very often." We got in my car and I drove Lisa home and parked a few houses down from where she lived. She was in and out of her house in three minutes and then I drove to my house. We went in and I led the way into the backyard. I sat down and got comfortable and watched my slave and her new apprentice undress. I had expected Lisa to be nervous, perhaps a little hesitant, but she wasn't. She seemed anxious to get naked. You have to like that in a beautiful young woman, or girl, whatever. The girls went into the pool and swam around and talked quietly for a while. I still had some soul searching to do. I had to admit that Lisa was a very sexy girl and I found the idea of granting her request and making her a sex slave very attractive. She certainly looked mature enough to join in the fun in games. But Christ! She was sixteen. I know that sixteen is the age of consent in this state, so I wouldn't be breaking the law. At least I hoped not. Still, I never thought of myself as a child molester. Karen didn't seem to have any doubts. They were sitting together on the pool steps, up to their necks in water and talking quietly, laughing and joking and getting along fine. Oh well, a man has to do what a man has to do. I stood up and undressed and dove into the pool. I swam up to the girls and when I got close I saw that they had their hands in each others laps. No wonder they were smiling. I smiled at Karen and said, "Child molester!" Karen said, "Look at those tits and tell me what a child she is!" Lisa did have a perfect C cup. They were high and firm and were as good as any you ever saw in a Playboy Magazine. They were nice, but I still preferred Karen's A/B cup, thank you very much. I invited them inside. It was getting late, and Karen and I had not had anything to eat since lunch. It was beginning to look like we were going to need our strength. Karen started supper and I took Lisa upstairs. I pulled out some of the leather straps that I had bought for Karen and they fit Lisa just fine. I attached straps to her upper thighs and then I put her wrists in the attached cuffs. I attached another strap to her elbows and tightened them up a little, just enough to thrust her breasts out without being too uncomfortable. As I put them on her I watched her face and her excitement was obvious. When her arms were restrained I put a dog collar around her neck. She had an exceptionally long thin neck and the collar fit a little loose. I guess she was going to need a collar of her own. I picked up the nipple clamps, but before I attached them I touched her, exploring her body for the first time. I caressed her firm breasts and she reacted instantly. I thought she was going to fall down for a moment. She closed her eyes and her legs got weak, it was pretty amusing. I moved my fingers down to her tight pussy and gently inserted one finger. She was dripping wet and her hips thrust to meet my finger as I inserted it. I had to pull back to avoid tearing her hymen. My finger touched it when she had thrust her hips at me. It was still intact. I pulled my finger from her pussy and let her suck it clean. Then I played with her nipples again, squeezing them, just to see if she would react like Karen did. I was pleasantly surprised to find that she did. I had only just begun to squeeze them when she had an orgasm and again she almost lost her balance. I grabbed her arm and steadied her. When she was ready to stand on her own I let her go and attached the nipple clamps. I didn't tighten them too much. I didn't want to damage or desensitize her nipples. I tightened them down just enough to be uncomfortable, and to remind her of her new position in life. I grabbed the blindfold from the drawer and led Lisa back downstairs. I sat her in a chair in the kitchen and put the blindfold on her and sat next to her and watched Karen make supper. From time to time I would reach out and touch Lisa, and whenever she got close enough I would grope Karen as well. Whenever Karen got close enough, she too explored Lisa's sweet body. I have to admit, it was hard to know where to look. There was a beautiful naked woman just about anywhere I looked. While Karen and I ate a light supper, Lisa sat and enjoyed her bondage and answered our questions. We learned that not one of the four boys that had been using her had ever eaten her pussy. She had never had sex with another girl, but had thought about it. Her brother recently started to come to her room at night and make her suck him off. She had recently started deepthroating the boys, after being forced to the first few times. We learned that her brother had not exposed her to others of his friends, or strangers, or made her have sex with anyone outside of the group of four that I had allowed to fuck Karen on the bandstand. Lisa admitted that she had had fantasies about sexual servitude, exhibitionism, and many other things, long before she had met us in the park. Her fantasies had been fueled mainly by the stories and pictures she had discovered on the internet. It seems that Karen and I were not entirely responsible for Lisa's fantasies and her recent activities, although watching the four boys fuck and get sucked off by Karen had been the most exciting thing that she had ever seen. Karen and I had finished eating and as we talked I removed the nipple clamps and Karen and I asked Lisa about her experiences and her fantasies. Karen and I were caressing Lisa while we questioned her and her arousal was really loosening up her tongue. When Karen and I had run out of questions to ask I stood up and touched the head of my cock to Lisa's lips. She licked it eagerly and then put her lips around it and started moving her head up and down enthusiastically. My cock was a bit longer and quite a bit fatter than the other four cocks that she had been sucking on lately and I didn't expect her to be able to take it into her throat. I didn't even try. It soon became obvious that she was not intimidated by my larger size. She began driving her mouth farther and farther down my shaft and struggling to take it into her throat. I saw her struggling and started to tell her not to even try, because even if she could eventually deepthroat me, I didn't think that she would be able to do it sitting in front of me because of the angle of entry. Before I could finished telling her not to do it, she was doing it! I groaned in pleasure at the very exciting feeling. It was something that I had never experienced before. It was also a very erotic sight, to see my cock buried to the hilt in that beautiful young woman's mouth. Karen thought so to. Her mouth opened in amazement and she said, "Oh my god! Lisa, you have to teach me how to do that!" Lisa moaned what must have been an affirmative response, and the vibrations that traveled up and down my cock when she moaned were almost enough to put me over the top. I managed to get myself under control though. At least until Karen got more involved. She started toying with my balls and at the same time she leaned down and was licking and kissing Lisa's face. I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled out until the head of my cock was in Lisa's mouth and Karen saw what was happening and she finished me off with her hand. I filled Lisa's mouth with cum and she swallowed it eagerly. I am not in the habit of having orgasms while standing and I almost fell over when my knees started to give out. This had been one of the most erotic things I had ever seen or taken part in. I reached out and put my hand on the back of Lisa's chair and then sat down and watched as Karen started kissing Lisa passionately, and she eagerly returned those lustful kisses. Karen stopped kissing Lisa, turned to me and asked breathlessly, "Can I have her now?" I nodded and Karen eagerly removed Lisa's restraints and then her blindfold and led her into the living room. They spread a blanket out on the floor and by the time I walked in and sat down they were on the floor and making out like it was their honeymoon. I had a sudden inspiration and I went to the closet and dug out my digital movie camera and started recording. I knew that I would enjoy watching this later and my conscience had given up and receded from the picture. There was no doubt in my mind now that I was going to take this girl's virginity from her tonight. I thought that she might want a movie of it to show to all of her friends when she was old and living in a rest home. Karen had stopped kissing Lisa's pouty lips and was now licking and kissing her way down her body, spending a long time on those nice sensitive breasts. I had wanted to be the first person to eat Lisa's pussy, but I realized that there was no way that I could stop this show. It was just too fucking hot. Besides, I would still get to bust that cherry. I had never made love to a virgin, and never had any real desire to. But since she was here and begging for it, I would do my best to make it an exciting and pleasant experience for her. I had the camera aimed at Lisa's face when Karen's tongue first came into contact with her pussy. She screamed in excitement and her whole body trembled. It was amazing to watch and see so much pleasure on her face. I panned the camera down and got some good close- ups of Lisa's creamy pussy and Karen's tongue eating her out. As she had orgasm after orgasm, Lisa was thrashing around and squeezing and pulling on her own breasts and swearing and panting. Even just an audio tape of her reactions would be hot. Lisa finally reached a point that she couldn't take it anymore. She pushed Karen's head away and begged her to stop. Karen smiled up at me and gently kissed Lisa's thighs and her stomach, giving her a chance to relax and catch her breath. After a few minutes Lisa opened her eyes and smiled at Karen. Then she turned and smiled up at the camera. Finally she reached down and pulled Karen up over her and kissed her and licked her face clean. They kissed for a moment and then Lisa said, "Your turn." Karen rolled over onto her back. Lisa began to kiss her way down Karen's body, just like Karen had done for her. I knew that this was the first time for both women, but they were both taking to it like ducks to water. Lisa was fascinated by Karen's breasts and spent a long time exploring them. I watched as she squeezed one of Karen's nipples to see if she would have an orgasm, just like Lisa had when I had done it to her. It tickled the hell out of her when it worked. Once she had given Karen an orgasm that way she began to kiss her way down over Karen's sexy flat stomach. Soon she was lying between Karen's legs and gently exploring her pussy with her fingers. Neither girl had ever seen a vagina close up before. They were both intrigued, and watching them explore each other, and the look of excitement on their faces while they became familiar with a body part that they had had for years but knew so little about was awesome. I felt like more of a voyeur than I was. I was sharing a very private and very exciting moment in their lives. After Lisa had explored Karen's pussy for a few minutes, she kissed it and then started licking without the slightest hesitation. I felt a little left out but watching these two was even more exciting than watching Karen with the four boys had been. Karen started having orgasms almost immediately. She had been very turned on by eating out Lisa and she loved being filmed and I think now that she must have had a little crush on Lisa. She was really wound up tight and she was just as out of control when she started having orgasms after orgasm as Lisa had been. Lisa hung on tight and rode the waves of passion with her as Karen thrust her hips and wriggled around uncontrollably. I wasn't going to be able take much more of this. After a couple of minutes, Karen couldn't take it anymore and she pushed Lisa's head away. Lisa moved up and they kissed for a while, and I got it all on camera. When they had finally come to rest I stopped the camera and put a new disk in it. I checked the battery level and then I put it aside for a few minutes and helped the girls up so that we could go out by the pool and have a drink and rest for a few minutes. No one spoke at first. Lisa and Karen kept looking at each other and grinning like a couple of very beautiful idiots. I am going to take a wild guess here and say that they had both enjoyed what had just happened very, very much. I asked Lisa, "Was that almost as much fun as when you were with the four boys?" Lisa laughed out loud and said, "Oh my god! That was the most fantastic thing that ever happened to me!" Karen said, "Yeah, that was pretty not. But it is fun being fucked by four horny boys too." Lisa looked almost embarrassed, but she said, "Yes, I love it when they play with my body and make me suck their cocks. But I never came like that before. Not even when I masturbated while I was thinking about them later." We swam a little and talked a little over the next hour or so. I tried to keep my distance from Lisa. Despite the show I had just filmed and how excited it had made me, I was still a bit reluctant to have sex with a sixteen year old girl. She didn't make it easy. She kept floating over to me and rubbing her nubile young body against me, or running her hand down my chest, stopping just short of my cock, which had been in some stage of hard or nearly hard since we got home. She was a real tease, never quite taking hold of my cock, just touching my stomach and smiling sweetly. And if she wasn't teasing me, Karen was, or they were both moving their hands over me at the same time. They were supposed to be my sex slaves. I was supposed to be in charge. But it was pretty obvious that I had lost control of this situation. I finally decided that it was time to reassert my control. I ordered both of them out of the pool and told them that it was time to go upstairs and take a shower and go to bed. I followed them closely, enjoying the wonderful view. On the way through the living room I grabbed the video camera and followed those two beautiful asses up the stairs. We got into my large, walk-in shower that I had had specially built a few years ago. It was large enough for the three of us and several more besides. As soon as the water was warm we started lathering each other up, but I was definitely getting the most attention now. I soaped Lisa with Karen's help, and then I soaped up Karen with Lisa's help, and then they both soaped me up. I had to put a stop to that before very long. Even though Lisa had sucked me off earlier, I had been in some stage of arousal since we went to the park this evening. The next time I had an orgasm I wanted it to be after I had taken her virginity. We dried each other off and went in to the bedroom. While the girls got comfortable on my king sized bed, I set the camera up on the tripod and turned it on. Then I joined them in the bed. We put Lisa between us and started teasing her with our fingers. Her soft, firm breasts seemed to fascinate Karen. I thought that I might need to reassure her that I preferred her more petite figure at some future date but this didn't seem to be the best time for that. I kissed and caressed her face and her neck and paused only briefly to tease a breast before moving down over her flat stomach. I slid a finger between her thighs and her slit was soaking wet. I couldn't stand it any longer, I had to taste her. I knew that she would not taste any different because she was a virgin, but something about the concept of licking and sucking on a virgin pussy was incredibly exciting. Even though Karen had given it a great workout earlier I would still be the first man to eat her beautiful young pussy. When she saw what I had in mind she spread her legs eagerly and I moved between them and kissed all around her still swollen sex organ. I had never seen a virgin's pussy before but Karen was only a few years older than Lisa and had not been all that experienced and to be honest, there appeared to be very little difference between them. As soon as I touched my tongue to Lisa's pussy she cried out in pleasure. Her whole body twitched in a spasm of uncontrolled passion. I was afraid I might have an orgasm just from the foreplay. She was really turning me on. I teased her pussy with my tongue while Karen continued to kiss her, alternating between her breasts and her lips. Lisa started cumming almost immediately. She was having one orgasm after another. I knew that she was more than ready now and I was running out of time myself. If I wanted to fuck her, now was the optimum time. I reached into my nightstand and got a condom and started to put it on. She grabbed it from me and said, "No, you don't need that. I'm on the pill. I want you to cum inside of me." That was all the encouragement I needed. I moved up over her and Karen guided my cock into Lisa's superheated pussy. The sensation was incredible, totally irresistible. I slowly let my cock slide in until I felt her hymen blocking my way. Lisa had tensed up a little, and I wanted her to relax first. I wanted it to be as good for her as possible. I pulled back out and started sliding in and out of her, just enough to keep from hurting her. I was kissing her neck and her ear and talking calmly to her, telling her to relax, I didn't want to hurt her. I assured her that I wouldn't do it until she was ready. Meanwhile, Karen was kissing her other ear and whispering that it was nothing more than a little pinch, and then it was gone, and it was well worth it. We continued to tease Lisa and I continued to fuck a couple of inches of my cock into her hot, wet hole. She was starting to move her hips up to meet my gentle thrusts, making it hard to keep from going too deep. I felt Karen's hand slide between us and move down to caress Lisa's clit and she started moaning. Soon she was begging me to fuck her. I wasn't through teasing her yet though. I continued to kiss her and move in and out of her with short strokes and I whispered in her ear, "Are you sure? Are you really ready? Are you ready for your first fuck? Are you ready to be filled up with cock? Do you want me to fill your hot little cunt with cum?" Lisa kept saying "Yes!" over and over, louder and louder until finally she grabbed my ass and yelled, "God damn you! Fuck me!" As she screamed out her lust she thrust her hips up off the bed and took her own virginity, impaling herself on my cock. I felt my hard cock sink down inside of her and I stopped as soon as I was buried in her. I looked at her face to gauge her reaction. There was just the briefest look of surprise on her face and then she was smiling. She took her hands from my ass and put them around my neck and kissed me passionately. I waited for her to let me go long enough to ask, "Okay? Are you ready?" "Fuck yes!" she exclaimed. "I hardly felt it! God, you feel so good in me. I love cock! I love fucking!" I turned to Karen and kissed her and said, "I think she likes it." Karen giggled and said, "I never realized what a tease you were! Damn Sean, fuck the poor girl!" So I did. She came twice before I came in her. That's saying something, because I was so turned on that I didn't last very long myself. After I came I stayed inside of her and continued to pump in and out gently. I never went soft. I teased her like that for a few minutes and soon we were fucking again and we both lasted longer this time. She was having the time of her life, and so was I. She was an incredible fuck and Karen was doing everything that she could think of to make it that much hotter. Karen moved back and forth between us, kissing Lisa for a while and then kissing me. Her hand alternated between teasing Lisa's clit and reaching between my legs and teasing my balls. The overload of sexual sensations was incredible. At last, Lisa and I came one more time. I collapsed onto the bed beside her, totally exhausted. I lay there listening to Lisa rave about how wonderful fucking was. I had to believe that she was not going to have a horror story about how she lost her virginity. She was certainly doing a lot of good for my self esteem. Lisa finally calmed down and the room was quiet for a few moments. No one spoke for a while and then Lisa said, "I want to move in with you guys." Karen and I chuckled. I am sure that we both wished she could. I was about to tell her that when she turned eighteen and finished school we would love to have her. Before I could answer what I thought had been her facetious request she said, "I mean it. I want to live here. I want to be your slave. I want to be made to do sexy things. I want to have sex with both of you ten times a day." I finally interrupted and said, "Lisa, we would love to have you. Karen and I both think you are something special. But I am afraid your parents might have a problem with that." She turned towards me and threw her leg over mine and her arm over my chest and nuzzled my neck and said, "Maybe not. I don't have a dad and I don't get along with my mom, especially not lately. I am pretty sure she knows that my brother is doing things to me. I actually think that she would love to have me out of the house." I looked at Karen. She was grinning, thinking about how much fun it would be to have Lisa to play with whenever she wanted. I just couldn't believe that the mother of a teenage girl would allow her to move in with a couple of complete strangers and I told Lisa as much. Lisa was quiet for a moment and then she asked, "If she would let me, would it be okay with you?" I didn't think that there was a chance in hell but I certainly didn't have any objections. I knew that Karen would love it too. I thought that I should try to discourage her. I said, "You know, if you came to live here, you would still be a sixteen year old girl. You would still have to go to school. You would still have chores. You would not be allowed to run wild. The only difference would be that you would get laid a lot." She grinned and said, "I like getting laid, a lot!" We were quiet for a few minutes and then she said, "I wasn't kidding. I think she would like it if I came here to live. I mean, she would have to meet you. She would probably want to come and see the house to make sure you aren't a pimp or a druggy or something. It's just that she and I are like oil and water lately. It isn't all just because I am a teenage girl. I would promise to go to school and do my homework and obey all of your rules. If I don't obey you can punish me. You can spank me." "Why aren't you and your mother getting along?" Karen asked. Lisa shrugged and said, "We never have. She isn't my real mother. My dad married her when I was nine and we didn't get along right from the start. Then, after my dad died of cancer three years ago we really started having problems. My dad wasn't there to referee any longer. Now we just try to avoid being in the same room together." "What about your brother?" I asked. "Stepbrother," Lisa replied. "He is her son. He and I get along okay, especially when he is getting all the blowjobs he wants from me. That was why I got on the pill. I figured that any day now one of those guys, probably Chris, was going to stop settling for a blowjob and then I would be fucking all four of them." "You still might," I said. Lisa grinned and said, "Your wish is my command, Master." "Do you really think your mother would let you move out?" Karen asked. "I think so. I think she would be relieved, as long as she could tell herself that she had checked and I was moving into a good environment." I looked at Karen and she said, "It's worth a shot. I would like having the little slut around to play with." I reached over Lisa and moved my finger up and down through Karen's slit. Her pussy and her thighs were drenched. I smiled at her and said, "I think you could use someone playing with you right now. You will never be able to get to sleep like this." She smiled and said, "That's why I love you. You are such a considerate owner." I ordered Lisa to get between her thighs and provide her with a little relief while I got up and removed the camera from the tripod. I got a few more good close-ups in the short amount of time that it took Lisa to bring her off. We finally went to bed, I mean to sleep, in a confused tangle of arms and legs. We were all pleasantly tired and we slept very well that night. The next day I woke up first and swam some laps and then started breakfast. When the girls finally came down I made them each one of my world famous five cheese omelets and we ate out by the pool. Then we all dressed and drove Lisa home. Karen and I went back to the house and waited nervously for some word from her that either she was moving in with us, she was staying where she was, or Karen and I were going to jail for molesting a teenage girl. It turned out just like Lisa had predicted. Lisa and her mother came to our door after a couple of hours had passed very slowly and Karen let them in. We had a long talk with her and convinced her that we were a normal couple with Lisa's best interests at heart. To be honest, it didn't take much. Lisa's mother toured the house and asked us a few rudimentary questions and we all agreed to give it a six month trial period. Then, if it worked, we would see what legal papers needed to be drawn up to make it a more permanent arrangement. Until then we would just get a couple of Powers of Attorney drawn up so that we could get any medical care she needed and be responsible for her education. It had been much easier than I expected. We actually got along pretty well with her. Despite what Lisa said about her I thought she seemed quite reasonable. We drove Lisa back home and helped her pack up her belongings. We had her moved into the spare bedroom by dusk. We were all pretty worn out by then, though it had not been that much work. So instead of cooking I drove them out to my favorite biker bar for BBQ and beer. Well, Lisa had coke. We got a good table by the water and after we ordered I saw someone I wanted to talk to. I excused myself and went over to talk to my friend Don, and Leo, the man he was sitting with. I saw Leo around from time to time. He did tattoos and piercings, mostly for the biker crowd. It was Leo that had pierced the mother and daughter duo out here on the deck a little while back. People were still talking about that. I told Leo that I had some questions about piercing and he was only too happy to answer them. I explained that I had two young ladies that could orgasm quite easily from just having their nipples squeezed and pinched. I would like to have them pierced, but I would hate to screw that up. Leo assured me that not only would it not screw it up, it would make it better, once they had healed. As we were talking I saw that my buddy didn't believe me, so I invited them to join us. They were only too happy to after our brief conversation. They grabbed their drinks and followed me to my table. My buddy, Don, sat down on the other side of Karen. I was in the middle and Leo was on the other side of Lisa. I made the introductions and then I lifted Karen's top and showed them how easily she could have an orgasm from having her nipples squeezed. As I lifted her top and began to squeeze her nipple I heard the conversation at the surrounding tables come to a complete stop. I glanced around and saw everyone around us staring. That didn't inhibit Karen at all. In fact, I believe it made it just that much more exciting for her. In far too short a time, as far as the audience was concerned, Karen reached a very nice orgasm as she struggled to keep from being too obvious about it. She slumped in her chair and Don just stared in amazement. He had never seen a woman do that before. I left Karen's top up over her breasts and then I turned to Lisa and pulled her top up over her breasts. I told Leo to go ahead and do the same thing to her. He looked at Lisa and she smiled at him and waited for him to start squeezing. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled at her and took one of her nipples between his thumb and his finger and started squeezing. He wasn't squeezing hard enough at first and I had to keep telling him to squeeze harder. Before very long Lisa was groaning loudly and cumming before the growing and very appreciative audience. When she had relaxed back in her seat I asked Leo, "You are sure they will still be able to do that?" He smiled at me and said, "Quicker." He didn't have his things with him so we agreed to meet here after work on Wednesday. The girls were looking at me curiously. I was going to keep them in suspense but Leo asked, "Just the nipples?" I thought about it for a moment and said, "Aw, what the hell, we might as well go for three." He shook my hand and told me that he would see me on Wednesday. Then he and Don paid their tabs and left. Everyone around seemed to be enjoying the view. I certainly was. So I left the girl's tops up and their tits uncovered. Lisa leaned towards me and said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, but can't we bet in trouble for this?" I chuckled and said, "No darling, not in this place." Our food arrived and I let the girls put their tops back in place so that we could eat in peace. After we ate we relaxed and Karen and I finished our drinks. Then we left. Tomorrow was Monday and Karen had to go to work. Lisa was still in bed when Karen went to her office in the morning. I left at the same time. I had a new customer to get set up and I had a few stops to make around town to check on programming updates. When I got home at a little after three Lisa was floating in the pool on a raft, naked. I suggested that she get out of the pool and join me in the shade for a while. It was very hot and the sun was going to turn her into a prune. I could tell that she had slathered on the sun block, but still, she didn't need any more tan. I got us each a glass of ice water and we sat and talked for a long while. She was a remarkable teenager. She was very intelligent. I was excited to learn that she loved to read. I liked her more already! She was up to date on world events. She had a great sense of humor and despite her being oversexed she was a pretty normal young woman. After I had taken the time to learn a lot more about her I said, "You are a remarkable young woman. You are just what I would want my daughter to be, if I had one. I am glad that you came to live with us. I am not saying that just because you are so hot." She grinned and said, "Thanks, I don't think anyone has said anything nice about me since my dad died. Well, except for the guys, and they were just trying to get laid." I pulled her into my lap and said, "I didn't say it because I want to get laid." I kissed her forehead and hugged her. I started wondering if she was being so sexual at such a young age because she was starved for affection. That's all my conscience needed to hear! I held her close and said, "I think we have a good shot of making this permanent. At least I hope so. We will be a strange family, but I am glad that you are going to be a part of it. If you need anything, or if you want anything, tell me, okay?" She smiled at me, but there were tears in her eyes. She hugged my neck and said, "Listen, don't think this lets you off the hook for the sex, okay? But it has been so long since someone hugged me just because they liked me. Thanks, I needed that." I held her in my lap and hugged her and kissed her hair and told her that there would be a lot of hugs. Now my emotions were really going crazy. I was starting to feel like I had a daughter, even if I was only ten years older than she. I was starting to feel protective too. That was going to mess up everything! She suddenly sat up and looked at my face and it was like she could read my mind. "Oh no you fucking don't!" she exploded. "I want you to like me, to love me. I want you to hug me and watch out for me. But you promised that I could be your sex slave. I am holding you to it!" "I don't recall saying those exact words," I said. "Don't worry Lisa. As long as I don't think I am fucking you up any more than you already are I am afraid that it would be all but impossible to transition to a platonic relationship with you. You are too fucking hot!" I checked my watch and asked, "Can you cook?" She shrugged and said, "Not much, some things." "Want to learn?" I asked. "Yeah!" she said, and it almost sounded like she was honored that I had even suggested it. "Come on, let's go take a shower and then we can start with the basic survival meal," I said. I helped her up and then I stood up and bent over and tossed her over my shoulder and carried her upstairs. It was no small feat considering how oiled up she was. As I carried her away she beat on my back, lightly, and whispered for help. We took a quick shower. Well, not too quick, she was too much fun to wash. Then I slipped on a pair of running shorts and we went downstairs and I taught her my secret recipe for cheeseburgers. I know what you are thinking. It isn't fair that I would teach her and I won't tell you, but I felt that I owed it to her. While she was preparing some patties according to my directions, I showed her how to make homemade french- fries and by the time Karen got home all we would have to do is toss the burgers on the grill and a nice backyard supper would be ready. When Karen got home we ate and had a pleasant conversation. I noticed that we seemed to be turning into a family rather quickly. We were already very comfortable with each other. It just felt good to be here together. After we ate we swam and horsed around in the pool for a while. Horsing around with two beautiful young ladies takes on a whole new meaning. I found that I was spending a lot of time lately with a hard on. Karen grabbed hold of it at one point and said, "I would have thought that after spending so much of the day with Lisa this would be all taken care of." I kissed her and said, "No Karen, I was saving myself for you. Actually, we had some quality father/daughter time this afternoon, well, except for the shower." She cocked an eyebrow at me and said, "You don't have to do that you know. I don't expect you to be in the house with her and not have sex. I'll understand. Hell, I'd fuck her!" I held her close and said, "I can't promise that I will never fuck her when you are not around. But I don't want that to be the reason she is here. I think it's best if you are here. Besides, you already know what a bear of a conscience I have. Look how much time it cost us." Karen smiled and said, "Yeah, you just don't learn." After a little while we got out of the pool and sat at the table and Lisa suggested that we go to the park and take a walk. I asked her if she was looking forward to fucking her brother and his friends. She just grinned and shrugged. While I was thinking it over Karen said, "I have an idea, how about another poker game?" Lisa said, "Oh yeah! I like poker!" Karen put her arms around Lisa and said, "No dear, you are too young to play poker. Besides, you and I are the entertainment." That put a smile on Lisa's face. I said, "Okay, I'll see if I can set one up for Friday or Saturday. I guess we are going to have to take Lisa to Sweet Nothings one evening this week." "Good idea!" Karen exclaimed. "I could use a new outfit or two as well." "We also need to shop for her at the adult book store," Karen continued. "She needs her own collar and I guess she should have her own restraints. I bet she would get a lot of use out of a good, high quality vibrator too." Karen turned to Lisa and asked, "Do you have a vibrator baby?" Lisa shook her head. "Have you ever used one?" she asked. Lisa shook her head again. Karen got a huge smile on her face and said, "Hot damn, this is going to be fun! Go over and stretch out on that lounge chair. I'll be right back." As Karen started to run off to get one of her vibrators I called after her to bring down the movie camera and the tripod too. I had a feeling that this was going to be memorable. I pulled one of the lounge chairs into the shade and put a towel over the cushion. Lisa stretched out on her back and got comfortable. When Karen returned I set the camera on the tripod nearby while Karen put Lisa into the restraints that she had brought down. Then she fastened her restraints to the corners of the lounge chair. I pulled up a chair and sat down with my drink to watch Karen introduce Lisa to the joys of vibrators. I sat back and relaxed everything but my dick as I watched Karen begin teasing Lisa's sweet young body with that vibrator. She moved it all over her body, teasing her breasts, her nipples, tracing a path down over her stomach and then down her thighs before finally teasing around her pubic area with it. By the time the tip of that vibrator finally touched Lisa's pussy she was already a quivering mass of flesh, albeit a beautiful quivering mass. No one was counting the orgasms that Lisa had that evening but it may well have been a world record. She thrashed around on that lounge chair for nearly an hour as Karen drove her nearly insane with lust. She was sobbing incoherently by the time Karen put the vibrator down and straddled the chair to let Lisa eat her out. I watched these two for that entire hour and my cock was so hard it hurt. This sure beat the hell out of television! As soon as Karen had been satisfied and stood up I threw myself on Lisa and fucked her like a mad man while I licked Karen's pussy juice from around her lips and kissed her passionately. I had to kiss her. She was screaming so loud that I was afraid that the neighbors were going to call the cops! We eventually released Lisa from the lounge chair. It was difficult. She looked so damned sexy tied down there like that. Karen and I helped her up and we waded into the pool to cool off and relax a little. Lisa was, well, it's hard to describe. I guess you could say she had been fucked silly. I held her in my arms so she didn't sink down to the bottom of the pool and drown. I kissed her pretty face and asked, "Still want to go for a walk in the park?" She giggled and said, "Maybe not tonight." Just before it was time to go to bed, we all started to clean up the supper dishes that were still on the table. Lisa insisted on doing most of it since she didn't do anything all day. She has a great attitude. I hope it isn't just because we are still getting used to each other. We went up to bed and since we were all sated from the sex around the pool we went to sleep pretty early. I was sleeping in the middle, between two beautiful women. A guy can't help wondering if he has already died and gone to heaven with those two naked, perfect, feminine bodies beside him at night. The next day I started to call my friends and see if I could set up a poker game when I remembered that I was getting them both pierced on Wednesday. I decided to wait a few weeks for the game. I called them to set it up anyway. I ended up getting the same six guys for the last Friday of the month. They each had the same question, would Karen be there? I told them she would. That pretty much assured that they would come. I didn't mention Lisa. I decided to let that be a surprise. That evening I taught Lisa to make spaghetti. After Karen got home and we were eating supper I suggested that she look through the cook books and pick out something that sounded good and we would get the ingredients and see how it worked out. We could try one new recipe each week. There was a light rain that evening and instead of playing in the pool we watched the DVDs that I had made of Lisa losing her virginity and her first experience with a vibrator. It occurred to me that if I put this on at the poker game and played it in a continuous loop I couldn't lose! While I watched the DVD I had two women kneeling at my feet and licking and sucking my cock and my balls. If you have never watched two sets of lips and two tongues working together on your cock then you have not lived. It was incredible! After they had worked together to get me off they got the vibrator back out and took turns satisfying each other. Of course that got me hard again. The three of us played, with and without the vibrator, until it was time to go to bed. Just like last night, we were so exhausted that we fell asleep instantly. I had been surprised at how easily I had gone from sleeping alone to being comfortable sleeping with not one but two young ladies. I would have thought that it would have been difficult. But it wasn't. It was very pleasant. The next day I reminded Lisa that we were going out for dinner and then Karen and I went to work. I had an easy day and got home early. I had thought that it would take at least a week to set up a new computer system for my new account, but everything was falling into place pretty quickly. When I got home it was only a little after one. I found Lisa in the living room with Karen's vibrator watching the DVD again. She wasn't the least bit embarrassed at being caught. She just smiled at me and asked if I wanted to play. I hated to admit it, and I never thought it would happen, but I needed a rest. I walked over to her and kissed her and said, "Why don't you put something sexy on and we'll go get you a new outfit to wear when we go out tonight." She nodded and said in a strained voice, "Okay, just a minute." Then she brought herself to one more orgasm. I gave her a few minutes to relax and get her strength back. I stood back out of the way admiring her youthful beauty and her unabashed sexuality. It's too bad that more women in the world can't be like her. Lisa went to her room. Well, she went to the room where her clothes are stored. She hasn't slept there yet. She took a quick shower and when she came back down she was wearing a tiny little micro miniskirt and a see-through blouse that was tied off below her breasts. I watched her coming into the room and if I didn't know better I would swear that she was in her early twenties. It wasn't just the slutty outfit that made her look older. She seemed to exude a new confidence that she didn't have before. She definitely didn't look like a sixteen year old girl. I whistled appreciatively and led her out to the car. I drove over to Sweet Nothings and the owner, Jo, met us as we came in. She recognized me from the previous time I had come in with Karen. There were only a couple of people in the store so she stopped to say hi. She was a little confused to see that I was with Lisa and not Karen. I assured her that Karen was at work and I had in mind a matching outfit for Lisa and Karen, something sexy and easy to get out of. That piqued her curiosity. I promised Lisa that we would come back with Karen and pick out a more complete wardrobe for her and Karen, but that for now I just wanted something slutty for this evening. Jo said that she had a bunch of new crop tops in with some pretty slutty sayings written on them so we went and had a look. I had been planning on a couple of barely there sundresses when we left the house, and I still might look at them. But some of the crop tops were irresistible. I bought Lisa several of them. They said things like, "I never wear underwear", "I swallow", and "I know what boys like!." They both had several micro miniskirts that they could wear with those tops. Then we went to look at the sundresses. Jo had a good idea of what appealed to me already and she led me to a rack of tiny little garments that ended just at Lisa's crotch. The top consisted of not much more than a scarf that came up from the waist, covered just enough of the breasts to keep from being arrested and then tied behind the neck. I ordered Lisa to undress right there in the aisle and she handed me her blouse and skirt and tried on the sundress. It looked fantastic! If you don't believe me then ask the couple that had been watching when she changed into it. I bought two of them and then we went up to the counter and I paid for them. I promised Jo that we would be back on Saturday and do some real shopping. We went out to the car. Lisa had put on the "I swallow" crop top. I drove over to Karen's house and Lisa went and got her mail out of the box. Then we headed back to my house. As we were driving past the park I saw some boys hanging around the bandstand and I was pretty sure that it was the gang of four. We had an hour before Karen would get home and I asked Lisa if she wanted to go say hi. She got a huge grin on her face so I pulled into the parking lot. We got out of the car and walked down to the bandstand. The boys weren't paying any attention until we got close. Then Lisa's stepbrother saw who we were and he scrambled to his feet and jumped over the side of the bandstand and came running over, followed quickly by his three friends. There was a lot of hugging and kissing and a ton of questions. It had only been a few days but I realized that Lisa had not even had a chance to say goodbye to her friends and her stepbrother. I guess they had been pretty close. It wasn't just the blowjobs either. I could see that he genuinely liked her. We walked over to the bandstand and this time I was careful to sit to the side so that people coming down the side path couldn't see us. The boys followed us up and they finally noticed what it said on her crop top. They started joking with her about it but she was quick to point out that it was not a joke. I just stayed out of the way and watched and it wasn't long before she was naked and on her knees and she made quick work of the four young boys, sucking them off and easily swallowing their hot cum. By the time she had sucked off the fourth boy, her brother, who had been first to get sucked off, was hard again. She put her hand on his cock and caressed it and then she smiled at him and said, "I'm not a virgin anymore." That was all of the invitation he needed. He spread out a couple of the boys t-shirts on the floor of the bandstand and helped her down on her back. With no foreplay at all he fell on her and she guided his cock into her pussy. The others watched in awe as he fucked her. He had the basics down. He put his cock in the right hole and moved it in and out. Beyond that he was a lousy fuck. Lisa looked like she was having fun though. I imagine that she had wanted to do that for a long time. By the time that all four of the boys had fucked her she had actually managed to have an orgasm. I think that it was due more to the erotic situation than any skill on their part. Maybe the next time I wouldn't be watching the clock and I could give them some pointers. After the fourth boy had fucked her and they were all sitting around watching, all of them still nude, Lisa got up and went around and sucked them all clean the way that Karen had taught her. As she was getting dressed I promised them that I would bring Lisa and Karen back more often now. I first made them renew their promise to keep this among themselves. They knew that they had it good and they all promised eagerly. We had just enough time to go home so that Lisa could take a shower and change. I drove back to the house and Karen was already there. We went inside and I brought in the new clothes. I handed Karen the dress that I wanted her to wear when we went out to dinner and she and Lisa went up and took a shower together and put their new dresses on. I almost had to take them back upstairs when I saw them. Damn they looked hot! Before we left I went upstairs and put a few things in a bag and then we went over to the biker bar. It was early but Leo was already there. When he saw us come out onto the back deck he and every other man out there grew quiet and stared. I don't think I ever felt so proud in my life. Those were my girls! We walked over to Leo's table. He was sitting with a large man that I didn't know. But he knew about us. He stood up and smiled and introduced himself as Ray. Ray helped me pull over a couple of spare chairs. We all sat down and ordered drinks for the table and the three of us ordered something to eat. While we were waiting for our food Leo brought out his little bag and showed us what he had to offer in the way of jewelry. The girls and I looked over his selection and picked out rings that we could all live with. I got Leo to assure me again that I would still be able to give both of them orgasms by just squeezing their nipples. He smiled and said, "Just wait. A friend of mine is coming over in a little while and I told him about your reservations. Trust me, you will love the results. All three of you will." Nearly an hour later, after we had eaten and had a couple of drinks, two couples came in and walked over to our table. I was introduced to Dave and a girl named Claire, who didn't look any older than Lisa. With them were Phil and a woman they called kitty, who we learned was Claire's mother. We pulled another table up to ours and they sat with us. They not only told us how happy they were with their piercings, they eagerly showed us. I had never seen pierced nipples before. Not in real life. Both women removed their tops as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do. After I looked at the rings in their nipples I watched as they removed their miniskirts and showed me the piercings in their clits. Karen and Lisa were also very curious. All conversation around the deck had stopped again as the two attractive women undressed and displayed their jewelry proudly. Then Dave asked Claire to show us how easily her mother could reach orgasm just from using the nipple ring and squeezing and twisting her nipple. It was really fascinating and by the time the demonstration was over I was convinced. So were Karen and Lisa. I asked Leo where he wanted to do this and we settled on using Dave's table since it was still clear. They moved over and took seats around our tables. I ordered Karen and Lisa to strip. They obeyed without hesitation, with only a little embarrassment. I put everyone on pause and I set up my camera on the tripod out of the way but close enough to record the action. Then I pulled out two sets of restraints. I put a set of straps around Karen's upper thighs and then secured her wrists to them. Then I did the same for Lisa. Men were gathering around to watch as I laid Karen down on the empty table on her back and Leo started getting ready. Dave stood up suddenly and said, "I almost forgot! The owner of the bar would love this. Don't start yet." Dave went into the restaurant and came back a minute or two later with a big guy that he introduced as Roady, the owner. He looked around at the four beautiful women, naked and on display and said, "God I love my job!" We introduced ourselves, I had seen him around from time to time, but I hadn't met him. He stood to the side and watched as Leo opened several small sealed sterile envelopes and then put on some rubber gloves. He swabbed Karen's nipples and just before he started Dave said, "Wait a minute, I have an idea. It will make it easier for her," then he looked at me and asked, "if you don't mind?" I told him that I had no desire to hurt her and anything he could suggest was fine with me. He ordered the young girl, Claire, to go up by Karen's head and distract her. Claire smiled and sat down by Karen's head and took her in her arms and began to kiss her passionately. The crowd loved it almost as much as Karen did! Then we watched as Leo grabbed Karen's nipples in a pair of strange pliers and held them tight while he drove a large needle through them. Karen hardly reacted at all and in a couple of minutes Leo had rings in both nipples. Then he moved down and repeated the process on her clit. After he was finished and had swabbed her with alcohol again he sat back and Claire sat up and Karen smiled and turned to Lisa and said, "It wasn't that bad honey. In fact, it was kind of exciting." Then she smiled at Claire and said, "I really liked what they used for an anesthetic." Claire smiled and said, "My pleasure." Leo helped Karen to her feet and Lisa was soon on her back on the table with Claire's lips glued to hers. Leo repeated the process and before long she was finished and they helped her to her feet. She moved around the table and bent down and resumed kissing Claire and then thanked her for her help. That brought a round of applause. I stood up and announced, "If anyone is interested, I am going to send them around so that you can all check out the rings. But please don't touch. I'll bring them back when they are healed if you would like to touch." There was another round of applause and I sent the girls around, still with their wrists strapped down to their thighs. We sat and drank our beers and watched them circulate. It took them nearly an hour to make their way around and pause at every table to show every man out there what their tits and pussies looked like now with rings in them. While they were circulating I got some good information from Dave on how long it would take for them to heal and what activities we could still enjoy while they were healing. We also made plans to get together after the girls had healed so that we could all get better acquainted. We talked a little about how he came to have a mother-daughter team at his disposal. I thought that seemed pretty hot. He grinned and said, "Wait until you see the movies!" It seems that kitty has become the star of a series of porn movies, and Claire and her brother have starred in some as well. (The complete story of Dave and Claire and Phil and kitty can be found in "Did You Ever Hate Someone?") The girls got back to the table and, after they both stopped to kiss me, they sat down on the bench against the railing and talked excitedly among themselves. I continued to talk with Dave and Leo and Phil, but I was watching the girls because not long after they sat down Claire had gone back to kissing Lisa and she moved her hands over her sweet young body, though she was careful to avoid the rings. It was making me horny as hell, and the audience was growing quickly as the other people on the deck realized what was going on. I asked Dave and was surprised to learn that Claire was only fifteen! I thought that was great. It made me feel a lot better about what I was doing with Lisa. I watched until Claire gave Lisa an orgasm. Then I called Lisa and Karen over and I took their restraints off and I ordered Lisa to return the favor. I pulled Karen into my lap and we all watched as Lisa got on her knees in front of Claire and began kissing her again. This time she was able to use her hands. We all watched as Lisa ate Claire out enthusiastically and, it appeared, quite skillfully. She was a very fast learner. She had only been eating pussy for a few days but already she was apparently very good at it. I finally ordered the girls to dress and we went out to the car and headed home. Karen and Lisa talked excitedly about their new jewelry but I was quiet. I had a lot to think about. I realized that I had been much too nice to my slaves lately. It wasn't how we started out. It wasn't really what turned them on either. It wasn't what gave them that heart stopping excitement, like the first time that I had taken Karen to the bandstand and made her service me and those two teenage boys. I had gotten some good ideas from Dave about how to put the spice back into our lives. I was looking forward to this weekend when he was going to introduce me to the owner of the studio that made kitty's movies. It seemed like all of a sudden I had a lot on my plate. We all did. Right now though, the most important thing on my mind was getting home and getting one of those world class blowjobs from these two beautiful young women before I exploded. The evening out on the deck watching everything that had happened had been very exciting, for all three of us. THE END To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you. Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 55