I Sometimes Say the Dumbest Things

I Sometimes Say the Dumbest Things

by Vulgus ([email protected])

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A young woman who knows better offers to babysit for

her boss when he and his wife go on a cruise for their

second honeymoon. She becomes a victim of his two

teenage sons and teenage daughter and is raped and

tormented while the boss is out of town. This is not a

story for the faint of heart. (mf+/teens/F, nc, exh,

blkmail, drugs, beast, ws)

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I knew better before I even opened my mouth. I am not

good with kids. They make me uncomfortable and they

seem to know it. But I have a curse. I am one of those

people that likes to help out when I can. So when my

boss was fuming and so terribly upset at the office

yesterday I asked what had upset him so.

I knew that he was all set to leave on a ten day cruise

with his wife. It was going to be their second

honeymoon. We had been working furiously to get ahead

at work so that he could take off for twelve days and

not have to worry about things at the office.

To be honest, I was looking forward to it as much as he

was. It was going to be like a holiday for me too. For

the next two weeks my only job was going to be

answering the phone and taking messages. Since everyone

knew that he was going away there shouldn't be much of

that either. It isn't that I don't like my boss. He is

very nice to me and I like working for him very much. I

have always been intimidated by him though. So I may

not be getting spoiled on a luxury cruise ship, but I

was going to enjoy the quiet ten days around the

office.

He and his wife were leaving in the company plane after

work tonight. They were going to fly down to Ft.

Lauderdale and spend the night in a hotel. Then they

were to board the cruise ship on Saturday morning.

It had been a hard week for both of us and we both

needed the rest that we were going to get in the next

two weeks. I had been in his office going over some

last minute details when the phone rang. I answered it.

That's my job after all. It was his wife calling. She

was frantic. She sounded almost hysterical. I handed

him the phone and watched as his face turned dark, dark

red and I knew from his expression that he was furious.

The thing about Mr. Clark, my boss, is that when he

gets mad like that he doesn't yell or stomp around. He

gets quiet and he looks like he is just about to

explode. He listened to his wife for a few minutes and

he never said a word. He just set the receiver down

gently in the cradle and stared straight ahead. I was

terrified. I'm not sure why. I don't think that I was

afraid that he would harm me. I guess I had just never

seen anyone that angry before.

I finally asked timidly, "What's wrong Mr. Clark?"

I wasn't sure he had heard me at first. But after a

long, uncomfortable moment he said in a very quiet and

controlled tone of voice, "My mother-in-law crapped out

on us."

His mother-in-law was to come and stay in their house

and watch their four kids while Mr. Clark and his wife

were on the cruise.

I knew better, I swear I did. I just couldn't help

myself. I was kicking myself before I even spoke, but I

meekly suggested, "Would you like me to watch the kids

while you're on vacation sir?" I sometimes say the

dumbest things!

He stared at me for a moment. I didn't have to be a

mind reader to know what he was thinking. "You couldn't

handle my kids." It was written all over his face, and

I was reasonably certain that he was right. But I had

that damned birth defect I couldn't overcome. I had to

offer to help.

He had three teenage boys and a teenage girl. They

ranged in age from a thirteen year old boy, Kirk; the

twins, Kyra and Kevin who were fifteen; and Keary, the

sixteen year old. Mr. Clark once said that Keary was

Celtic name which meant 'father's dark child' and it

had turned out to be far too accurate.

The only one of his kids that I had ever met was the

girl, Kyra. She had been every bit as rude and

obnoxious as you would expect of a teenager these days.

I had met her only briefly when her mother had stopped

by the office to see Mr. Clark one day and while she

was in his office Kyra had stayed outside in my office

with me.

For the ten minutes or so that she was there it was

like I couldn't breathe. When Mrs. Clark came out of

the office and they left I actually sat back and gasped

for air.

After a long pause, during which I prayed fervently

that Mr. Clark would thank me for my kind offer and

refuse it, he finally said, "Gail, I have no choice.

For the sake of my marriage and my sanity I am going to

have to accept your offer. I think that we both know

that I am throwing you into the lion's den. I can only

apologize in advance and promise to make this up to

you."

I smiled at the way that he put it. We both knew that I

was getting in over my head here. But he was trapped by

circumstances and I was trapped by my big mouth. He

said, "I'll call my wife and tell her. You go home and

pack up what you'll need and come to my house as soon

as you can. As I recall you once met Kyra. We'll show

you around and introduce you to the rest of the demon

horde. I know this isn't going to be the restful two

weeks that you were anticipating in my absence. I'm

sorry."

It was still mid-afternoon on Friday, but I would need

time to pack so as Mr. Clark picked up the phone to

call his wife I straightened out my desk and turned off

my computer and drove home.

I had been living alone in a small apartment since my

divorce three years ago. My husband had fallen for his

secretary and left me after just one year of marriage.

I had been devastated. I was so mad at him and men in

general that I had not been on a date since he left me.

It isn't that I don't get asked. I am twenty-four years

old. I have been told that I have a pretty face and a

'killer smile'. I have long, dark red hair and a figure

that I am quite proud of, though to be honest I don't

do much to keep it. My slender figure is due more to my

diet of soups and salads and the occasional sea food

dinner than an exercise regimen. I get some exercise

from time to time. I join a gym or take up jogging and

I work out for a while. But to be honest, exercise

bores me to tears, so it is never very long before I

slip back into my old slothful ways.

In other words, I am sexy by an accident of nature, but

I do turn men's heads. I am asked out fairly often but

I have no desire to date. Not now anyway, probably not

ever.

Since I am being honest I guess that I should probably

also say that one of the reasons that my husband left

me is that I am not very fond of sex. I have always

found it demeaning and embarrassing. When I overhear

other women talking about a night of great sex they

have just enjoyed or how much they enjoy having sex

with this man or that man I don't get it. I suppose I

envy them. I know that there is a lot missing from my

life. I have no love or affection in my life, no

intimacy. But the idea of what constitutes a woman's

role in a sexual relationship just about makes me ill.

My ex, before he left me, tried to get me to talk to a

professional. He said that he loved me but that he

couldn't live the way that we were and he wanted me to

get help. I suppose that in the back of my mind I knew

I had a problem. I just couldn't acknowledge it. I

thought, I still think, that the sex act was designed

for the pleasure of the male and is demeaning to women.

If the only way to avoid it is to live my life alone

then so be it.

I drove to my apartment and went straight to my tiny

bedroom. I pulled my suitcase out from under the bed

and opened it. I packed enough clothes for a week. Mr.

Clark had told me to bring my bathing suit. They had a

pool and a hot tub in the back yard. I packed my

toiletry bag grabbed the book I was reading and wheeled

my suitcase out to car.

I had never been to Mr. Clark's house. I knew where it

was though. He lived in the nicest area in town. His

neighbors were all doctors and lawyers and Indian

chiefs. Well, maybe not Indian chiefs, but prominent

businessmen. The houses were all huge estates with well

manicured lawns and a lot of space between them.

When I arrived Mr. Clark met me in the driveway. He had

been loading his luggage into the limo that was taking

him to the jetport. He helped me with my bag and I

followed him inside.

His wife was still upstairs but his four rowdy kids

were at the kitchen table eating pizza. They all looked

up when we came in. Mr. Clark introduced me to all of

them and the expressions on their faces were scary,

especially the oldest, Keary. I was not expecting this

to be easy. But I had not expected the lustful leer on

the face of a sixteen year old boy when I was being

introduced.

Kevin, the fifteen year old had a bit of that too, but

he and his twin sister and the youngest boy looked more

mischievous than lustful. Well, perhaps not so much

mischievous as devilish. They were a scary sight.

I was invited to join the kids. There was pizza a

plenty. I had to admit that it smelled good. I had not

eaten pizza in a long time. But those scary kids took

away my appetite. I knew, looking at them now, that I

had made a huge mistake. I was way over my head with

these four.

More than anything I wanted to tell Mr. Clark that I

had made a mistake. I turned to look at him though and

I saw on his face that he knew it too. He looked

guilty, but desperate.

I had worked for Mr. Clark for more than five years

now. I went to work for him almost as soon as I got out

of high school. I knew him pretty well. I also knew the

witch that he had married. She was probably the only

person in the world that Mr. Clark was afraid of. He

was not going to disappoint her. They were going on

that cruise and if the house was nothing but rubble

when they returned then they would deal with it at that

time.

I smiled nervously and tried to assure Mr. Clark that

it would be alright once the kids and I got better

acquainted. He rolled his eyes, not believing me for a

minute. He picked up my suitcase and led me to the

mother-in-law suite off of the kitchen. It was not

being used and would be my home for the next two weeks.

It was very nice, nicer than my apartment! It had a

large bedroom and a very modern bathroom with a large

walk-in shower. There was a nice sized sitting room

with a big screen television.

Mr. Clark showed me around and was about to show me how

to use the television but I explained to him that I

didn't watch television. He raised his eyebrow and I

explained that I loved to read and I had brought my

book with me.

He led me back out to the kitchen and showed me a list

of emergency numbers and special instructions. There

were not a lot of instructions for the kids. School had

just gotten out for the summer and they were pretty lax

about things like bedtimes and guests. The kids were

obviously spoiled rotten and my job seemed to be to

make sure that no one starved to death or robbed a

bank.

He showed me the beautiful backyard with the huge pool

and finally Mrs. Clark came down and they were ready to

leave. She barely acknowledged my existence as she

breezed through the house on the way out to the limo.

Their goodbye to the kids was just, "We're leaving, see

you in two weeks. Try to behave." Then they were gone

and I was alone with the four scariest kids in town.

I went to my rooms and started unpacking. I was

startled by a sound as I was opening my suitcase and I

turned to see Keary standing in the door to my bedroom.

I straightened up and asked, "Yes, what do you want

Keary?"

He just smiled his evil little smile and said, "I just

thought that since we are going to be living together

for two weeks we should get acquainted."

He sounded like a guy trying to pick a girl up in a

bar!

I responded, "I'll be out as soon as I finish

unpacking, Keary, and please don't come into my room

without knocking again. You startled me."

He just smiled and acted as if I had never spoken. He

came in and said, "I think we're going to get along

just fine. I know we are going to enjoy having you."

He said that last with an obvious smirk. I wanted to

slap him. I wanted to scream at him to get the hell out

of my room. I didn't for two reasons. I had to try to

get along with this kid for two weeks. It would be

easier if we could have an amicable relationship. But

that aside, this kid was taller than me and outweighed

me by at least fifty pounds! For some reasons when I

had been contemplating the idea of watching over four

teenagers I had been picturing children in my mind.

These kids, even the thirteen year old were young

adults.

Keary was large and strong and obviously had a dominant

personality, just like his father. He was very

intimidating.

He came in and sat on the bed and said, "You go ahead

and unpack Gail. While you are doing that we can talk

and then we can go out and swim for a while and you can

get to know the other three."

I stood there staring at him. I didn't want to unpack

in front of him for some reason. I am not even sure

why. It just seemed like he was invading my privacy.

But he was sounding so reasonable and I felt helpless

in the face of his intractability.

I began hanging up my clothes and he watched me as I

took everything out of my suitcase. As I unpacked he

kept up a running conversation pretty much on his own.

There were numerous, thinly veiled sexual innuendos and

at times I felt very much like he was the adult and I

the child in this relationship.

At one point I came back out of the closet after

hanging up a couple of dresses and Keary was sitting

there holding a pair of my panties in one hand and one

of my bras in the other. He ignored me and looked at

the tag on the bra, checking for my bra size I assume.

I rushed over and snatched my underwear out of his hand

and ordered him to leave my clothes alone. He just

smiled. I told him to leave me alone so that I could

unpack and he just sat there smiling. There was more

than a little bit of a challenge in his voice when he

said, "But Gail, I'm not through getting acquainted."

I had a pretty good idea why Mr. Clark's mother-in-law

had come up with an excuse to get out of looking after

these little monsters. I was going to have to do

something to establish order around here or the next

two weeks were going to be impossible.

Just then the situation got even more confusing. Kyra

came in with a glass of coke for me. She smiled

politely and said, "Here Ms. Cone. I thought you could

use a drink."

Then she turned to Keary and said, "Come on Keary, stop

being a pain."

I was grateful for her support. I didn't really want

the coke but she was on my side and I didn't want to

hurt her feelings. I took several sips of the coke and

continued unpacking. I grabbed all of my underwear and

took it over to the dresser. I separated it into

drawers and when I turned back Keary was holding up my

bathing suit.

I sometimes think that I am the only woman my age that

wears a one piece bathing suit. I am a very modest

person. It really bothers me sometimes, that women who

are modest are held up to ridicule and those women that

flaunt their bodies and their sexuality are admired.

But I have no intention of changing my ways. I am

embarrassed by the negative attention that I receive

for dressing modestly. But I could never be the kind of

woman who dresses to display her body in public.

In as stern a voice as I could summon up I said,

"Keary! Put that down. You have no right to go through

my clothes like that! Behave yourself."

He just stared at me for a moment and then he asked

with a note of incredulity in his voice, "You are

shitting me, right?! You don't really wear this thing

do you?! Jesus Gail, you are one hot chick! You should

be wearing a hot bikini."

I stormed over to him and attempted to grab my suit

from his hands and said, "I am not a chick! And I will

thank you to watch your language around me. I do not

tolerate vulgar language. I doubt very much if your

father would permit you to use that kind of language

and I won't either."

Keary had held onto my suit but Kyra pulled it out of

his hands and handed it to me. She pulled Keary to his

feet and pulled him from the room. He allowed himself

to be escorted out, reluctantly. At the door Kyra

whispered something to him and he finally left.

Kyra came back in and apologized for her brother's

behavior. She acted as if it was pretty normal, which

did not inspire me with confidence.

She handed me my coke and said, "Here, have a drink and

try to calm down." Then she raised her glass as if in a

toast and I drank a little more of it.

Kyra waited until I was about to put it down and she

said, "Why don't you finish it off and I'll get you

another one. I'm glad you're here. It's nice having

another woman in the house. My mom goes out and leaves

us alone a lot. A lot of times I'm home alone with

three rotten boys. You and I need to stick together."

I was beginning to think she was right. I swallowed the

last of my coke and she took the glass from me and went

back out to the kitchen. She returned just as I was

closing up my suitcase and sliding it under the bed.

She handed me a fresh coke and we sat and sipped our

drinks and engaged in a little idle gossip for a while.

Before very long I started feeling a little light

headed. I felt as though I had been drinking alcohol. I

sniffed the drink but I couldn't detect any alcohol.

Kyra kept urging me to finish my drink. I didn't really

want any more but for some reason, every time she told

me to take a drink, I drank.

Things get pretty hazy after that. Kyra took my empty

glass away and I remember her asking me how I felt. I

don't remember if I answered. I remember Keary coming

back in and Kevin and Kirk entered the room behind him.

I remember being uncomfortable about all those boys

being in my room. I think I remember Keary sitting down

on my bed beside me. After that I don't remember a

thing.

The next thing that I knew it was morning. I knew as

soon as I awoke that something terrible had happened. I

was naked for one thing. I never sleep in the nude. But

I didn't even notice that at first. There was a

horrible taste in my mouth and my throat was so sore I

could hardly swallow. When I tried to move, my vagina

and my anus felt like they were full of broken glass. I

opened my eyes finally. My head hurt so bad that even

that was difficult. I looked down and saw that my body

was covered in filth. There was something white which

had dried on my skin and flaking off everywhere. I ran

my fingers over it and shivered in disgust. I knew what

it must be. It was obvious that I had been raped.

Judging from the condition of my body I must have been

raped repeatedly in my sleep last night. I suddenly

remembered that I had not gone to bed last night. The

last thing I could remember was Kyra giving me a coke.

I had been drugged!

I struggled to my feet and with difficulty I rushed to

the door to lock it. The door knob had been removed! I

couldn't even lock my door. I rushed to the bathroom

and the knob was missing from that door too. The first

thing I did was to drop to my knees at the toilet and

throw up violently. It was mostly the dry heaves. I

hadn't eaten anything since lunch yesterday. But I was

sick at the realization of what those boys had done to

me last night.

When I had my stomach under control I took a quick,

very hot shower. I was anxious to dress and leave

before they could come back in and see me like this.

But it was too late to worry about modesty at this

point and I had to clean that disgusting filth from my

body.

It was crusted everywhere. My face, my breasts, my

stomach, but especially my thighs were covered in it.

My hair was even stiff with it! I scrubbed my body and

shampooed my hair and dried off quickly. I brushed my

teeth for a very long time. Finally, except for the

pain the traces of what they had done to me were gone

and I hurried back out to my bedroom.

Kyra was sitting on my bed smirking at me and I

screamed at her. "You little bitch! You wait until your

father finds about what you did last night. I should

have called the police as soon as I woke up and I would

have if I wasn't so fond of you father. Now you get out

of my room right this minute!"

She just sat there grinning at me infuriatingly. I spun

around to go to my closet and get something to wear. I

didn't even notice the padlock until I tried to wrench

the door open. I screamed in frustration and fury and

turned back to Kyra, demanding the key to the lock.

She just smiled and said, "You might as well just

settle your skanky ass down, you stupid cunt."

I screamed again and went to my dresser. I needed

something, anything to cover my nudity. It was empty!

All of my clothes were gone! I couldn't even put my

underwear on!

I wheeled back around and demanded that she get me the

key to my closet and return my underwear.

She just grinned and said, "You're going to have to

talk to Keary about that. Somehow I don't see that

happening anytime soon. The guys are waiting for you in

the living room. They have something to show you."

I was on the verge of tears now. I asked her for

something to wear. I certainly couldn't go anywhere

like this!

She just shrugged and said, "It isn't up to me. But I

recommend you hurry your ass out there. The longer you

keep Keary waiting the worse it's going to be."

I decided that this had to end. I went to the

nightstand, intending to call the police. The phone was

gone! I glanced over at the dresser. My purse

containing my cell phone was gone. I was trapped.

I pulled the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around

my body as best I could. I stormed out of the room and

into the kitchen. That phone was gone too. I didn't

want to do it, but I was left with no choice but to

confront Keary.

I went into the living room and all three boys were

there. Kyra was following along behind me. Keary smiled

as if nothing had happened and said, "Damn! I thought

you were going to sleep all fucking day!"

I cringed at his language, but I let it pass. I just

wanted my clothes and my purse. I wanted out of here,

immediately! With as much dignity as I could muster

under the circumstances I demanded that he return my

belongings. I told him that if he did not return my

purse and give me the key to my closet I would be

forced to call the police.

He just smiled an understanding smile and in a calm,

reasonable voice, sounding much like he was talking to

a child, he said, "You should sit down first. We have

something to show you and then we are going to need to

talk."

I screamed at him, "NO! GIVE ME MY CLOTHES!"

He was unmoved. He just grinned that infuriating grin

and said quietly, "Sit down Gail. Sit down right here

beside me. Don't make me get up. You'll be sorry if I

have to get up."

I screamed again, wordlessly, in fury and frustration.

I stood in front of him and demanded, "What do you want

to show me Keary?! Let's get this over with and then I

am getting out of here. I don't give a damn what

happens to you monsters in the next two weeks!"

Keary got to his feet and grabbed a handful of my hair.

He put his face right up in mine and growled, "God damn

it bitch! I'm trying to be nice here. You had best

learn that you aren't in charge here. I am! When I tell

you to do something you do it. Now you sit down over

here beside me on the couch and you shut up and you

stare at the television. After you watch the little

show we have for you, then we can talk."

He guided me to the couch and there was nothing I could

do about it. My hands were still holding the sheet

around my body and I didn't dare let it go. As soon as

I was roughly pushed down on the center cushion he sat

down beside me and put his arm around my shoulder. I

tried to pull away but he held me close and finally I

gave up my futile struggle and stared at the

television.

When I had at last given up and sat quietly on the

couch as Keary demanded, everyone turned their

attention to the television. Kyra picked up the remote

and started the DVD player.

The television came to life and I screamed as I saw a

clear, digital picture of me and Kyra on my bed making

out like a couple of horny teenagers! I sat there

shaking my head as I stared at the screen. I had

apparently been an active participant! I was returning

those passionate kisses and as her hand moved over my

body I had seemed to really enjoy it.

I screamed, "STOP IT! TURN THAT OFF!"

I tried to struggle to my feet but Keary held me in the

seat and in a firm voice he said, "Sit still and enjoy

the show, you stupid cunt! We are."

I stopped struggling and stared at the screen as Kyra

began to undress me. I tried to cover my face with my

hands. I didn't want to see this. Keary wouldn't permit

it though. He reached over and pulled my hands down and

ordered me to keep them at my side and to keep

watching, the show was just getting started.

Kyra had gotten my blouse off and I didn't resist as

she reached down with one hand and released the front

closure on my bra. My bra sprang open, baring my

breasts and I groaned in embarrassment as the four kids

stared at my naked breasts. I realized now that they

had all seen them last night, seen them and more. But I

had been drugged then. I was aware now and I had never

felt as humiliated in my life as I did at this very

moment.

I groaned and shook my head, but I sat there helplessly

as Kyra's hand began to tease my breast on the screen.

Keary spoke softly in my ear as we watched Kyra in

effect raping me on television. He leaned closer and

said, "I do love those tits Gail. So firm and perky,

it's hard to believe they are only a B cup. I guess

they look bigger because you are so slender. I love

those nipples too. I love the way they got hard when I

pinched them or sucked on them."

I felt his hand slide down off my shoulder and come to

rest on my breast and I tried to shrug it off. He

ignored my feeble efforts and cupped my breast in his

hand.

I whispered, "Please Keary, please don't do that. Don't

touch me there. It isn't right."

He chuckled and said, "You didn't say that last night

sweetheart. You really seemed to enjoy it last night."

"YOU DRUGGED ME!" I exclaimed. "I don't remember

anything that happened last night. You're a rapist!"

He sounded so reasonable and calm when he said, "Don't

be silly Gail. Look at you. You are enjoying that. You

aren't being raped."

I had been distracted by Keary's hand on my breast. Now

I looked back at the screen and saw that Kyra was

working my shorts off, exposing my plain, white nylon

panties.

Keary chuckled and said, "Look at those fucking granny

panties! I'm doing you a favor taking your clothes away

Gail. A girl as pretty as you should dress in much

nicer clothes. But don't worry. We are going to take

care of that this weekend. You are going to be so

fucking hot!"

Kyra had my shorts down and I had apparently kicked

them off without any prompting from her. I was left in

only my panties and the camera suddenly zoomed in on my

vulva and the wet spot in my panties.

How could I possibly have been wet?! I am not that way!

I don't get off on sex with girls! I think it's

disgusting! It was obvious though that last night,

kissing Kyra and submitting to her hands caressing my

body I had enjoyed it.

My face was burning as I watched her hand slip down

inside of my underwear and tease my vulva. The camera

zoomed in again and it was obvious that her finger was

teasing my slit. How could she do that to me?! How

could she do that to anyone?!

I tried again to cover my face as she began to pull

down my underwear. I don't understand why I looked so

alert, so aware on their DVD but I couldn't remember

any of this. I was smiling and I even lifted my butt up

so that she could pull my panties down.

Keary squeezed my breast to get my attention and shook

his head. I dropped my hands to my sides again and sat

there crying quietly as on the screen I kicked my

panties off.

There was a huge close-up of my vulva and the moisture

glistening on my labia. Then the camera pulled back and

there was another shot of she and I kissing. Then she

laughed and said something I couldn't make out and got

out of my bed.

As soon as Kyra, who was still fully dressed, walked

off camera Keary stepped into the picture. He was

naked! He went over and got in bed with me I didn't

seem to mind at all. In fact, I looked like I was glad

to see him.

We started kissing and his hands began to explore my

body. The look of enjoyment on my face was obvious. No

one could look at this movie and tell that I had been

drugged. Nor could they look at it and guess that I had

been anything but a more than willing participant. I

was smiling and returning his kisses and after a moment

he placed my hand on his hard penis. I had wrapped my

fingers around it and held it happily.

As we watched, Keary reached over and began to loosen

the sheet from around my naked body. I shook my head

and whispered, "No! Please don't. Oh god, please don't!

I can't be naked here with all of you like this. I just

can't."

He just smiled and said, "Don't be silly Gail. Of

course you can. You were naked with us for hours last

night. You really seemed to enjoy it. Do you know what

I think Gail? I think your subconscious mind is just

fine. It's your conscious mind that is all fucked up.

You just need to learn how to relax and enjoy life."

That sounded almost like something my ex-husband would

have said. I didn't believe my ex-husband and I didn't

believe Keary.

I stopped struggling and allowed Keary to pull the

sheet that was my only covering free. He carefully

pulled it away from my body and allowed it to fall to

my sides, exposing my naked body to the four teenagers

in the room.

I was mortified. I had to look at the television now. I

could not look anyone else in the room in the eye. I

had started crying softly again but I wasn't fighting.

I'm not sure why. I would not have allowed my husband

to undress me in the living room if it had just been

the two of us!

Keary's hand returned to my breast and I watched the

television, trying desperately to think of some way out

of this horrible situation. On screen I could see Keary

and I kissing and his hand exploring my body. I don't

know much about those drugs that they give girls when

they want to rape them these days. From what I had

heard I had thought that they made the girl

unconscious. That was obviously not what had happened

to me. I could see myself reacting to the kissing and

the touching and it looked like I loved it.

When Keary's hand moved down to my sex on the

television I had spread my legs to give him total

freedom to explore. I saw myself gasp and then giggle

like a silly schoolgirl on the television.

My hand was still holding his hard penis and I was

moving it now with no urging from him. Meanwhile, here

on the couch watching, Keary had dropped his other hand

to my upper thigh and was slowly inching it closer to

where my tightly closed thighs came together. I heard a

noise and looked around to see that Kyra was filming me

again. The camera was catching Keary's left hand on my

breast and his right hand, now only a fraction of an

inch from my moist slit.

I jumped when his finger touched me in that most

intimate part of my body. But still I didn't struggle.

Well, I did struggle. I struggled not to gasp in

pleasure at the first touch of a male hand on my vulva

since my divorce. Or at least the first touch while I

was conscious and not under the influence of some drug

that had been slipped into my drink.

Keary whispered into my ear, "Look at the TV. See where

your hand is cunt? That felt pretty damned good. I want

you to put your hand around my cock now, just like you

did last night."

I don't know why I obeyed. I hated this. I hated

everything they were doing to me and everything they

were making me do. It was all so demeaning. It was

rape! But I did what he asked. I reached over and

wrapped my fingers around his hard penis. I almost

pulled my hand away when I felt the disgusting moisture

that was oozing out of him and now coated his sex

organ. I shuddered in revulsion, but I left my hand

where it was.

Keary said, "Watch this Gail, here comes one of the

good parts."

I forced myself to watch. On the television screen

Keary was up on his knees now and moving towards my

face with his large, hard penis bobbing wildly as he

moved. I nearly got sick as I watched him come to a

stop by my face. I saw that the smile wasn't on my face

at that moment. I looked confused.

Keary quickly cleared up my confusion. I heard him say,

"Open wide you sweet cunt. Let's see if you're any good

at sucking cock."

My stomach churned as I watched. In response to his

command I had opened my mouth and allowed him to pull

my face down over his throbbing sex organ.

I had, on a couple of occasions, kissed my ex-husband's

penis after he had begged me to perform oral sex on

him. I normally refused to perform such a perverted

act, but on two occasions I had given in. I want to

hasten to point out that although he frequently

requested that I perform oral sex on him, he never once

offered to perform that service for me. I would have

refused to allow it of course. But he never once

offered.

I had kissed his penis a couple of times, but I had

never once taken it into my mouth. Yet there I was on

the screen, sliding my lips down over Keary's penis.

The camera zoomed in for a close-up. We couldn't see

his face, but we could hear him moaning in pleasure as

half of his sex organ sank into my mouth.

He held onto my head once he had reached that point

where I had started gagging. Then he began to saw in

and out of my mouth for just a very short time before I

saw him tense up and it was obvious that he was cumming

in my mouth. I may have been drugged, but I was still

unable to cope with that. I had gagged and choked and

tried to pull away as he ejaculated into my mouth.

I could see his ejaculate oozing out of my mouth around

the shaft of his penis and finally he pulled it out of

my mouth and patted me on the head. In the voice you

might expect to hear from an understanding parent he

said, "Don't worry Gail. You just need more practice.

You'll get better. Now scoop that up and put it back in

your mouth and swallow it sweetheart. You can't let

that stuff go to waste."

And I did! I watched in total disbelief as I smiled at

Keary and then carefully scooped up all of his spend

that had escaped from my mouth and transferred it back

onto my tongue whereupon I promptly swallowed it all.

Meanwhile, here on the couch, Keary reached down and

lifted my leg and placed it over his own, spreading my

legs apart and exposing my sex. His hand returned to my

sex and he began to work two fingers inside of my

vagina. I was not wet at all and it was very

uncomfortable.

Kyra came in for a couple of close-ups and then moved

back when Kevin moved over and sat on the other side of

me on the couch. Soon they both had their hands on me

and at times they both had their fingers inside of me

at the same time.

My vagina had begun to lubricate, despite the fact that

I was not aroused in the least. So their groping was

becoming less uncomfortable, at least physically. My

mind was screaming at me to run from this house as fast

as my legs could carry me. But I knew that I couldn't.

I was a prisoner now. I was a prisoner of three strong

boys and a girl with a video camera. I knew that their

plan to ensnare me and turn me into their toy for the

next two weeks had worked perfectly. I could never

allow anyone to see the DVD that was playing now. And

it had just started. God knows what else was on it.

I shook myself from my reverie and returned my

attention to the screen. Keary had gotten out of my bed

and as soon as he moved out of the way Kevin had

climbed into bed with me. He had pushed my legs apart

and now I watched as for the first time in my life

someone touched their lips and tongue to my sex.

I may have been only semi-conscious last night. But I

had certainly reacted to Kevin's tongue on my labia. My

butt had come right up off of the bed and I had held

onto his head with both hands and cried out with

pleasure. Watching my extreme reaction left me

wondering fleetingly what it might be like. But it was

a nasty thing to do and I would never have permitted

myself to be demeaned in that manner if I had not been

drugged out of my mind.

I watched in surprise. It humiliated me all the more

when I had an orgasm as Kevin teased me with his

tongue. I was embarrassed because that was the first

time I had ever had an orgasm with another person, even

while I was married. I had, on rare occasions, sought

relief from the shower massager, a trick I learned

about from a magazine. It had been quite pleasant. I

didn't do that often though because every time I did it

my conscience bothered me for a week afterwards. But

sometimes you just have to do something to relieve the

stress.

After my orgasm Kevin had moved up over me and I

watched now as he began to slide his organ over the

sopping wet entrance to my vagina. I had reached up and

wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down on

top of me and cried out for him to put it in. And he

had!

Even though he was only fifteen, Kevin's sex organ was

larger than my ex-husband's. As he entered me I had

cried out in pleasure. I will never understand how I

could have been so responsive yet have not a single

recollection of the events of last night. It was

obvious though that I was not unconscious and that I

was enjoying myself immensely. To be perfectly candid,

looking at my face on the television now, I can't help

thinking that I had never enjoyed sex so much as I had

when Kevin raped me last night, first with his tongue

and then with his penis. It was apparent as we watched

that I had several more orgasms before Kevin reached

orgasm and flooded my vagina with his seed.

As we sat there on the couch watching on the television

as Kevin get out of my bed, he reached over and placed

my hand on his penis. Now I had a penis in each hand.

Kevin sighed and said, "Just hold it. Don't move your

hand or I'm gonna cum. Watching this is turning me the

fuck on!"

The screen went blank for a second and then I saw Kyra

come back into the picture. She had changed clothes.

She had taken her shorts off and was wearing a skirt

now. She got into the bed with me and moved up to sit

back against the headboard. She spoke to me softly and

I had giggled again and then got up on my hands and

knees.

The camera was filming from the rear and it was a truly

obscene view of my buttocks and my swollen vulva. I

could see a thin trail of the slime that Kevin had shot

into my vagina. It was clinging to my labia and some of

it had begun to slide down one thigh.

I watched in disgust as I inched up and began to insert

my head up under Kyra's skirt. She held it down

carefully to avoid giving her brother's an eyeful. I

watched with dismay as it became obvious what I was

doing under the girl's skirt. It was obvious by my

actions and by the look on Kyra's face. I was

performing oral sex on her!

As we all watched the action on the screen there were

numerous comments from the boys about how she was

cheating by wearing clothes when everyone else was

naked. She ignored them until Keary said, "Hell sis,

we've all seen you naked anyway."

They stopped watching the action on the screen as she

argued with them about whether or not they had seen her

naked as they claimed. The argument came to a sudden

end when Kevin said, "If we hadn't seen you naked then

we wouldn't know that you trim your pussy hair into a

thin line and that there is a mole that's a little

smaller than a dime on your right butt cheek."

She looked at him for a minute and then finally she

found her voice. "How in the hell do you know that?!"

Keary smiled and said, "We told you sis. We see you

naked all the time. We've been spying on you for over a

year now."

"How?!" she asked. She obviously believed them now, but

she was very upset at the invasion of her privacy and

she couldn't imagine how they had managed it.

Keary just chuckled and said, "Hell, we'd be pretty

dumb to tell you how we do it wouldn't we?"

She stared at Keary for a few minutes. She was

seething. But we were all brought back to the action on

the screen as it showed her enjoying a very loud orgasm

last night. As she thrashed about her skirt rode up,

almost exposing the point where my mouth was still

pleasuring her body.

She noticed it though and she tugged her skirt down.

She didn't seem to be bothered by all three of her

brothers watching her have an orgasm. She only seemed

to be bothered by the thought that they had spied on

her and seen her naked. I didn't think that there was

that much distinction. But of course, I was sitting

here naked and being molested by two teenage boys while

a teenage girl recorded it for their future amusement

and, I suppose, in case they needed any more blackmail

material.

Kyra was swearing quietly under her breath as she

continued filming. On the screen I saw her push me away

and carefully stand up. As soon as she was out of bed

Kirk climbed up behind me. I had already gotten back up

on my hands and knees to make room for Kyra to get out

of bed. Kirk ordered me to stay just the way I was and

he moved up and entered me from the rear as if I were

an animal.

I must have enjoyed it. There was a look of extreme

pleasure on my face. I don't know what size Kirk's

penis is. I didn't get a chance to see it. Whoever had

been filming had been behind us. It was apparently long

enough and thick enough to satisfy me though. After a

couple of minutes I had put my head down on my arms and

Kirk had begun to stroke in and out of me so fast it

was almost a blur on the television. I was grunting

loudly with every stroke but he hadn't lasted quite

long enough for me to reach orgasm.

I had looked pretty disappointed as he pulled his

softening penis out of me last night. Now, as I sat

here watching I had gotten so wrapped up in what was

happening that for just a second I had thought how

unfair that was. When I realized what I was thinking I

quickly came to my senses and reminded myself that I

was watching a recording of a gang rape starring me.

After Kirk finished with me and stood up, the sex

started getting more disturbing. Keary got back on the

bed and I was forced to watch now as he forced his

penis into my anus for the first time. It was obvious

from the look on my face and my cries of pain that I

had not enjoyed it. Keary had though. Even though he

had just ejaculated in my mouth not long ago he gripped

my buttocks and exclaimed, "Damn! That is one tight ass

bitch! You guys are going to love this!"

I watched in disgust as he sped up and then reached

orgasm, shooting his slimy ejaculate into my anus.

When Keary finally caught his breath and pulled out of

me I saw that I had been crying. I was still crying

when Kevin got back on the bed and forced his sex organ

into my mouth. The camera came in close and I was able

to see that his penis was still coated with dried semen

from when he had had intercourse with me earlier. I

offered no resistance though. Not until he began trying

to force his penis into my throat for the first time.

That was when I started to struggle. I put my arms up

and tried to push Kevin away as he was holding my head

and trying to force his penis into my throat. I was

crying out in pain but my cries were muffled by his

organ in my mouth.

I heard Keary say something and Kirk got up on the bed

behind me and grabbed my arms. He rested his hard penis

in the crevice between my buttocks and held my arms,

leaving me helpless to defend myself.

Keary came closer and he began telling me how to take a

man into my throat and at first it didn't even look

like I knew that he was there. He reached under me and

pinched one of my nipples and when he had my attention

he repeated his instructions and soon Kevin's penis was

entering my throat on every stroke. When I had gotten

used to it, Kirk let my arms go and he began to force

his penis into my recently abused anus. I had reached

back and attempted to push him away but he just ignored

me.

The sex on the television was getting to Kevin. He

really enjoyed watching as he had been the first to

insert a penis into my throat. He pulled his hands away

from my breast and my vagina and said, "Keary, I can't

take it anymore. I need to fuck her and I don't mean

later! Hell, if I had known how much fun it was to rape

a chick I'd have started a long time ago."

Keary laughed and said, "Yeah, I was just thinking the

same thing. In about another minute I was about to

shoot all over her hand."

He took his fingers out of me and lifted my hand off of

his penis. He told Kevin to pull a large leather

hassock over a little closer and they pulled me off of

the couch and bent me over the hassock on my back.

I started crying. I didn't bother to beg them not to do

it. They had gone to a lot of trouble to get me into a

position that I would have no choice but to submit to

them. But I dreaded this so much. As I would soon

discover, I didn't know the half of it. This was going

to be much worse than a simple rape.

Keary moved to one end of the hassock. He lifted my

legs up and spread them wide apart. He moved closer and

began to rub the head of his penis over my slit. At the

same time Kevin moved around and knelt at my head. I

had my eyes closed but I heard him moving around. I

ignored him. I thought the danger was coming from

Keary.

A feeling of total helplessness washed over me when

Keary wedged the head of his penis inside me and

started slowly inserting it all of the way inside me.

My legs were over his shoulders and he had reached up

and was holding my wrists as he began to rape me.

I didn't think it was necessary. I was submitting to

every nasty thing they did to me now. I had not

anticipated what Kevin was about to do. I suddenly

opened my eyes when I felt something on my face. I saw

that it was Kevin, moving the drooling head of his

penis around my face. He was leaving a trail of nasty

lubricant everywhere he touched me.

I closed my eyes again as soon as I realized what was

happening and I cried just a little harder at this new

indignity. But that was just foreplay. Soon his penis

was lodged against my lips and he ordered me to open my

mouth.

I sobbed loudly but I obeyed. I knew that I couldn't

fight them. I might have resisted though, if I had

known what was coming. Kevin began sliding his organ

deeper and deeper with every stroke. When he reached

the back of my throat I started gagging and that was

when I started to struggle.

He pulled out of my mouth and slapped me viciously. I

screamed and tried to get away but he grabbed a handful

of my hair and held me still. He leaned closer and

said, "You stupid cunt. You did it last night. You just

have to relax and swallow and it'll go right down. Now

behave yourself."

I thought back to when I woke up this morning and how

sore my throat had been. Even though I had just watched

it happen on the television I was still horrified by

the realization that he was telling the truth, that I

had taken their sex organs into my throat last night.

He placed his penis back at my lips and I reluctantly

opened my mouth. He started slowly pushing it inside of

me and as he did he ordered me to swallow. I couldn't,

not with that fat penis in my mouth. But the attempt

seemed to suppress my gag reflex and after several

painful attempts I felt his organ slide right down my

throat.

He left it there for a brief moment, though it didn't

seem brief at the time. I started to struggle. I

thought I was going to suffocate but he reached in

between my legs that Keary was pressing down against my

chest and he grabbed one of my breasts. He squeezed and

twisted brutally.

I screamed in pain and he said, "Jesus you're a dumb

cunt. You can breathe just fine stupid. You did it over

and over last night. Just relax and get used to it. You

are going to be doing a lot of this from now on, so you

might as well learn to do it right."

Kevin began to use my mouth and throat as if they were

a vagina. With each stroke his testicles slapped my

face and covered my eyes. It was very painful at first

but then I suppose I started getting numb. As the pain

in my throat diminished I started becoming more aware

of the violent attack that I was receiving from Keary.

He was pounding into me so hard that it sounded like I

was being slapped as his pelvis slammed into me. It was

painful to the point that it hurt more than the rape of

my throat.

They were both pretty excited. Between the idea of

raping me and all of the foreplay as they had tormented

me while watching the DVD they had made last night they

were really wound up pretty tight.

Kevin grabbed my head and thrust once more, all the way

down into my throat and he left his penis buried there

with his testicles resting over my eyes as he filled my

throat with his ejaculate. My throat hurt even more

than it had when I woke up this morning. But I was

grateful that I didn't have to taste that slimy stuff.

It just went right down my throat.

Kevin remained where he was as his penis started going

soft in my throat. I was distracted by Keary as he

began to rape me even more brutally until he came to a

sudden halt and I knew that he was spraying my vagina

with his ejaculate. I shuddered in horror that it was

happening all over again, but I was still held firmly

in place and I couldn't have moved if I had wanted to.

Well, I did want to of course. I wanted out of here

desperately.

They finally had satisfied their lust on my helpless

body and they not so much moved back as fell away,

exhausted by the vicious rape of my abused body.

As soon as they moved out of the way Kirk was standing

over me. I sensed him standing there and I looked up to

see him obviously trying to decide which orifice he

wanted to use now that it was his turn to rape me

again.

He had already removed his pants and for the first time

I saw his penis. It was the smallest of the three, but

even so it was larger than my ex-husband's had been. He

smiled down at me and asked, "Where do you want it,

cunt?"

I just started crying more loudly. I didn't want it! I

hurt already. I didn't want any more abuse!

He chuckled and said, "Well hell, if you can't make up

your mind, let's see if you can do that deepthroat

trick again. Any chick can fuck. It takes practice to

suck a cock like that. We need to make sure that you

get a lot of practice in the next two weeks."

He went around to where my head hung down over the end

of the hassock and dropped down to his knees. When he

did his hard male organ came to rest against my cheek.

He took it in his hand and after trailing it over my

face for a moment he put it to my lips and said, "Kiss

it bitch."

I really hated the profane way that these children

talked. But I suppose in the scheme of things that was

the least of my worries. I pressed my lips against his

penis and kissed him lightly a few times. I tried not

to notice his malevolent grin or worse yet, his sister

nearby with the camera focused on me.

Kirk let me kiss him several time before he lifted his

penis in his hand and pressed his hairless testicles to

my lips. He rubbed his crotch in my face and then he

said, "Lick my balls now bitch."

I began licking his sweaty testicles and as my tongue

moved over him he moaned in pleasure. He let me lick

him for what seemed like a long time until finally

Keary said, "Jesus Kirk! Get on with it. We still have

a lot of that DVD to watch."

Kirk chuckled and said, "Oh well, I guess I could go

ahead and fuck the cunt's face, if you insist."

He repositioned himself slightly and then he drove his

slightly smaller organ all the way into my mouth and

into the entrance of my throat in one vicious stab. I

cried out in pain but my cries were muffled by the

penis he was battering me with. He watched me struggle

with it for a second and then he pulled out and shoved

it all the way in again, with just as much violence as

the first time. It went on and on and with each cruel

thrust I was in more pain. By the time he pulled back

and rested the head of his penis in my mouth and

finished himself off with his hand I was crying

hysterically. Unfortunately I was the only one there

that felt sorry for me.

Kirk finally removed his sex organ from my mouth and

wiped it across my face. Through my tears I could see

Kyra standing over me with the camera. I wiped the

tears from my eyes with my hands and I saw her smiling

as she stared down at me.

She obviously was enjoying my suffering. After a moment

or two she said, "Fuck it!" She handed the camera to

Kirk and said, "If you guys have seen it all anyway I

guess I don't have anything to hide."

With that she unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them and

her underwear down to the accompanying cheers of her

three brothers. She straddled my face for a moment and

squatted down.

I tried to speak. I thought she was making a mistake.

At least that was what I thought right up until she

said, "Come on bitch. Eat my ass out just like you ate

my pussy last night."

I saw Kirk come closer with the camera and all three

boys were cheering her on. I kept my mouth tightly

closed and struggled to turn my head. She ordered me

once more to perform that disgusting task and still I

balked.

Without moving from her position over me she turned to

Keary and said, "How about a hand here big brother?"

I heard him get up. I didn't know what he had in mind.

I knew it would be painful but I thought that there was

no way that it could be worse than what she wanted me

to do.

I was wrong. I heard a swishing noise and suddenly my

breasts felt as if they were on fire. I screamed and

struggled to get out from under Kyra. Before I could

free myself Kevin grabbed my arm on the opposite side

of the hassock. He twisted it and held it in such a

manner that if I struggled now it would surely

dislocate my shoulder.

I mumbled a protest helplessly into the dank seam

between the cheeks of Kyra's buttocks and then I heard

that swishing noise and my breasts were struck again. I

couldn't see it, but I was reasonably certain that

Keary was whipping my breasts with his thick leather

belt.

I knew that I couldn't take another of those vicious

blows. It was one of the most tender areas of my body

and I was terrified that he was going to damage my

breasts somehow.

I surrendered. I couldn't take it anymore. As I stuck

my tongue out and tentatively moved it up and down

between the cheeks of Kyra's butt I realized that I had

suffered all of that pain for nothing. These monsters

were always going to win. I only made things worse when

I tried to fight them.

After I had moved my tongue up and down through that

dank, musty crevice she reached down and patted the top

of my head and said, "That's real nice bitch. Now quit

fucking around and eat my ass out like I told you."

I felt around with my tongue until I located her anus

and then I began to concentrate on that area. After a

minute she said, "Come on bitch! Get inside. I want to

feel that tongue deep inside of me."

I pushed at her anus with my tongue and got nowhere. I

tried curling my tongue and stiffening it and finally

the tip of it popped inside of her anus. She gasped in

pleasure and said, "Oh yeah! That's better bitch! Eat

that ass!"

I kept it up for a couple more minutes but it was very

difficult. My tongue and my jaw were both about to give

out on me. I was actually relieved when she shifted her

position slightly and said, "That wasn't too bad for a

first time, now eat my pussy. And I want to feel some

enthusiasm bitch."

I felt like I was going to lose the use of my jaw at

any minute now. But I didn't dare stop. I began licking

and kissing her vulva and inserting my tongue into her

as enthusiastically as I could until she said, "Oh yeah

bitch! I'm ready now. Suck on my clit now! Ah fuck!

Yeah! Just like that! Oh Christ!"

And then she screamed and pressed her sex against my

mouth and I felt her tense up and then shiver almost

out of control as she had an orgasm.

She finally fell away and I sobbed quietly in a

combination of relief and despair as I waited for the

next indignity. It wasn't long in coming.

Keary ordered me to get off the hassock and as I sat up

I looked down at my beaten breasts. It didn't look as

bad as I had feared. There were two angry red stripes

across each breast, one above the nipple and one under

it. They didn't look like they would leave a bruise

though. And they hadn't cut the skin.

I struggled to my feet and he tossed me the sheet I had

worn when I left my bedroom this morning. I grabbed it

out of the air and he said, "Cover up the hassock. I

don't want you staining it with your nasty ass."

I turned around and covered the leather hassock and as

I did that Keary came up behind me and pushed me to my

knees and then forced me to bend over the hassock. I

was facing the television. Someone had paused the DVD

and there was the image of me having sex with two of

the boys on the screen. The camera was focused on me

and I could only see them from their bellies down so I

wasn't sure which boys were raping me at the moment. It

looked like Keary and Kevin.

Someone pushed play and the images started moving and

the horrible sounds returned. I heard myself grunting

and the sounds of flesh pounding flesh and it still

looked like I was every bit the willing participant. I

knew that if the Clarks saw this horrible DVD when they

came home from their cruise they would assume that I

had, if not actually corrupted their little darlings,

then I had been a more than willing participant in

their sex games. If that DVD were turned over to the

authorities I'm sure they would have the same

impression.

I thought of those recent cases of female school

teachers being caught having sex with their students

and how they had been arrested and subjected to the

most vile public denunciations.

The worst thing though, was that even if I didn't feel

certain that I would be condemned if that DVD became

public, even if I was reasonably certain that anyone

looking at it would be able to detect that I had been

drugged, I would do anything to keep that obscene movie

from being viewed by anyone. The humiliation would

surely kill me. I had always suffered from an over

abundance of modesty. Being raped had not changed that.

I knew that I would do anything to keep that

pornographic movie from being shown at a later date.

These little monsters seemed to realize it too. They

hadn't even bothered to threaten me. They had just

shown me that the movie existed and were now forcing me

to watch it. They knew that I was theirs now to use and

abuse as they saw fit.

As the movie started back up I felt Keary fumbling

around between my legs and his organ began to enter me

again. He must not have been completely erect. It

didn't seem to go in as far and it didn't feel as thick

as it did earlier. He didn't do anything once it was

inside of me. He just leaned over me and reached under

me to play with my breasts.

I winced and cried out in pain as his hands grasped my

very tender breasts but once he had them in his hands

he merely held them and then he remained still and we

watched the next part of the movie locked together like

that.

I stared at the television without really seeing

anything at first. After a while though my mind

wandered back to the rape that I was apparently taking

part in willingly as it played out on the television

and I began watching again just as the boy in my mouth

pulled out and shot his creamy load in my face and

hair. He laughed when he looked at the results of his

most recent orgasm, the strand of white slime that

trailed down from my forehead and across my nose and

ending at my lips. I recognized the laugh, it was

Kevin.

After Kevin moved away I was physically picked up and

dropped back onto the bed by Keary. I was surprised at

the strength he exhibited. I weigh one hundred and five

pounds and he lifted me like it was nothing!

Once I was on my back he moved up and straddled me. He

placed his wet, slimy organ between my breasts and

pressed my breasts together around him. He started

sawing in and out of my cleavage and in only a minute

he said, "Okay cunt. Look up at my cock. Lift your

fucking head and watch what happens."

I watched as, with that same silly grin on my face I

lifted my head and stared down at the penis moving

rapidly between my breasts. I still had that stream of

ejaculate running down my face and I watched as on

screen I stuck my tongue out and nonchalantly licked up

all that was on or near my lips. Just as I pulled my

tongue back into my mouth he erupted and more of that

stuff shot right into my face. The first two strands

hit me in the face and the next one landed against my

chin. The last few weak spurts landed just above my

breasts and then it was over.

I watched him rub his penis through the puddles of

viscous ejaculate and then force it into my mouth for

cleaning. He did that several times before he became

bored and got up.

It just kept going on and on. Each of the boys used me

over and over. Towards the end they had stopped

achieving orgasm, but they continued to get erections

and they continued to saw them violently into my vagina

or my sore throat.

It was becoming obvious that they were hurting me now.

They weren't just hurting my throat and my vagina

either. They were constantly mistreating my breasts.

They took great pleasure in squeezing them as if they

were trying to squeeze something out of them or

squeezing and pulling on my nipples, stretching them

far beyond anything I thought was possible. It was no

wonder that they had been so sore this morning. Between

that abuse and the whipping I was starting to be

concerned with breast cancer. It seems like I read

somewhere that prolonged physical abuse of the breast

can lead to that.

But far from taking pity on me when I cried out in

pain, they laughed and tried to outdo each other. They

vied to see who could stretch my breasts out the

farthest or make me cry the loudest. And they enjoyed

it so much that soon they were erect again and the

brutal, demeaning rapes started all over again. And

always in the background was Kyra, filming and urging

them to greater acts of depravity.

Keary had stayed there with his penis inside of me as

we watched the last of the DVD. He had gotten erect

from time to time, but he didn't attempt to have sex

with me again. I guess that between last night and this

morning I had drained the three boys.

When the movie finally ended Keary pulled out of me at

last. He grabbed a handful of my long red hair and

pulled me around and when he ordered me to suck him

clean, as disgusting as it was, I had no fight left in

me. I opened my mouth and he slid his slimy sex organ

between my lips and over my tongue.

I was surprised that I didn't gag. Maybe I was getting

used to putting slimy things in my mouth. I sucked his

soft penis until it was clean and then he ordered me to

lick his testicles. When they were clean he finally

released my hair and I straightened up.

Keary got to his feet and pulled me up. When I was

standing beside him he said, "Now we need to talk.

Let's go into the kitchen. You can make us something to

eat while I tell you what your life is going to be like

for the next two weeks."

I wasn't hungry, so I asked them what they wanted and

as I started to prepare it Keary said, "I'm not going

to bother to threaten you. You're smart. You know what

we have. I'm pretty sure that you aren't going to give

us any trouble."

I glanced at him. I didn't bother to respond. He was

right.

He went on to say, "For the next two weeks you belong

to us. You are going to do anything we want. You

already know you are going to hate it. The thing is,

that's what turns us on. We love how much you hate what

we are doing. I might as well warn you now. It isn't

going to be just the four of us."

I looked up at him in alarm. I hadn't even considered

that possibility.

He saw my expression and he grinned widely. He chuckled

and said, "I love that look. I don't think I'll ever

get tired of seeing it."

I finally had to look back down at what I was doing and

Keary continued.

"For the next two weeks you are going to be dressing to

please, the way you should be dressing all the time

with a hot body like yours. You are going to be showing

a lot of skin. In case you're wondering, that means

when you go to work too."

I tried to imagine what it would be like if I were to

go to work dressed like the slut they obviously

envisioned. There were a lot of horny guys at work that

were always hitting on me. They were polite about it

and it had never gotten out of hand. I could see where

they might start getting the wrong idea if I started

dressing more provocatively though.

Keary brought me back to the present when he said, "We

have a couple of friends coming over in a little while

to hang out by the pool. They don't know it yet, but

they are getting lucky today. We are going to mess with

their minds a little first. But then you are going to

end up doing anything that they want, just like you do

for us. You know that if you try to fight me you are

going to lose. But you aren't going to give me any

trouble, are you?"

I looked back up at him. I had started crying again.

But we both knew that I had already surrendered to him.

I was going to submit to being raped by two more

teenagers and the more I hated it the more he would

enjoy watching it.

I served them their lunch and Keary ordered me to stand

beside him while he ate. He ate his sandwich with one

hand and the other hand was teasing my body. The pain

in my breasts had subsided for the most part now. There

were still a couple of stripes across them. But they

were just a dull pink now and would apparently soon be

gone.

As he ran his fingers over my body I was aware that he

was staring at my face, not my body. He was enjoying

how much I hated what he was doing more than he was

taking pleasure from exploring my body.

He inserted his middle finger into my vagina and he

said, "You have a lot to thank us for if you stop and

think about it. You have learned to be a good

cocksucker in one night. We've opened up your asshole

and you can take a cock up there now. But best of all

we are doing something about how fucking uptight you

are. You hate it, but you are going to be a much better

woman when we are through with you. You were such a

frigid bitch. I bet you never sucked your husband's

cock, did you?"

That was none of his business! He was waiting for an

answer though. I shook my head and for some reason I

was embarrassed. I wasn't sure if that was because I

had never done it or because I was being forced to

discuss it with him in front of his three siblings.

He smiled and said, "Hell, I bet you have never even

said it, have you?"

I wasn't sure what he meant. I still stared at the

floor but I asked quietly, "Said what?"

He smirked at me and pulled my hand down and placed it

on his penis. He asked, "What do you call that?"

I knew what he wanted me to say. But I couldn't. He was

right. I never used the terms that they had been

bandying about carelessly since the rapes started last

night. I finally admitted, "I never use those words.

And no, I have never said that word. That is a penis or

a sex organ. That's what I call it."

He grinned, enjoying my discomfort immensely. He said,

"Not anymore, at least not for the next two weeks. For

the next two weeks I had better not hear you use those

clinical terms. From now on you call a cock a cock and

a tit a tit. You call a cunt a cunt and when my dick is

in your mouth you are a cocksucker. We aren't going to

be making love either. When someone has a cock in your

cunt you are fucking. Those are the words that I want

to hear you use for the next two weeks. If you fuck up

you'll be punished. And you know how much I enjoy

punishing you."

"Now let me hear it," he said. "What's that you have in

your hand?"

I groaned in embarrassment. After what I had been

through since I arrived last night you wouldn't think

it would be so difficult for me, but it was. Yet I

couldn't do anything but obey. "It's your cock," I said

in a voice so quiet that he just barely heard me.

He chuckled and said, "Speak up you stupid cunt! I

couldn't hear you."

I cleared my throat and in a more normal tone of voice

I said, "I have your cock in my hand."

"That's better," he said. "Now, where is my middle

finger?"

I think that more than all of the other words he wanted

me to use I hated this one. It was such a negative,

derogatory word. But I answered, "Your finger is in my

cunt."

He smiled and said, "Very good Gail. Now, there's just

one more thing sweetheart. I think you should call my

brothers and me Sir and my sister Miss. Got it?"

I responded, "Yes Sir."

He removed his finger from my vagina…I mean my cunt,

and he patted my ass and said, "Good girl. I knew you

were smart enough to train. Kyra thought that you were

just a dumb cunt. She said that you were just a blonde

in disguise. But that pretty red bush of yours is hard

to hide when you're naked. You're going to be easy to

train, aren't you cunt?"

I felt the tears starting again but I just sighed and

said, "Yes sir."

They finished their sandwiches quickly and decided to

spend some time by the pool. We all went to Kyra's room

and she pulled her collection of bikinis out of a

drawer and dropped them on her bed. Keary went through

them and picked one out for me to wear. He handed it to

me and said, "I know it's more revealing than you are

used to Gail. But don't worry. You won't have it on for

long."

They watched me put the tiny, revealing suit on and

Kyra helped me adjust it. The suit wasn't much more

than four little triangles. I had to believe that her

parents did not know that she owned this thing. The bra

was two tiny triangles that didn't cover much more than

my nipples and just enough string to keep it in place.

The bottoms were a small triangle that didn't cover

much more than the crack of my butt, I mean my ass, and

another triangle in front that covered my slit and

some, but not all of my pubic hair.

I looked down at how much of me was exposed and then I

looked at Kyra. She grinned and said, "I only wear it

when I go to the beach with my boyfriend."

I thought so. I knew Mr. Clark well enough to know that

he would never allow her to wear something like this.

Keary said, "I like it. Kyra, take her into your

bathroom and trim that bush so that it's covered. Leave

some of it though. I like that red cunt hair."

She grabbed my arm and pulled me into her bathroom. She

said, "Take the bottoms off."

I said, "Yes Miss," and untied the strings at my hips.

The suit fell to the floor and she sat me on a towel on

her toilet. She spread my legs and drew a line through

my pubic hair. She said, "Here, take these scissors and

trim your bush to there."

I took the scissors and trimmed off almost half of my

pubic hair. Do I have to call it cunt hair? Anyway, it

just didn't look right to me.

Kyra apparently didn't think so either. She stood in

front of me watching me until I was finished and then

she said, "If it was up to me I'd make you cut it all

off. They just want all the guys who see you to know

that you are a real redhead."

All the guys that see me? I didn't like the sound of

that.

She handed me a damp cloth, some shaving gel and a

razor and ordered me to take care of the stubble. When

I had finished she inspected me again.

She ordered me to put the bottoms back on and when I

did what remained of my pubic hair was no longer

exposed. Kyra looked me over and said, "Okay, come on."

I followed her downstairs and out to the pool. The boys

all had trunks on now. They were wet and had already

been swimming. Now they were sitting at a table near

the patio door. Kyra sat in an empty chair and I was

pulled down into Keary's lap.

Keary moved his hands over me idly, just keeping his

hands busy I guess. He said, "Okay cunt. In a few

minutes a couple of our friends are going to show up.

When the bell rings you go and let them in and then you

just go along and try to have fun. You won't have to do

anything you haven't already done several times in the

last twenty-four hours. Just remember, if you give me a

hard time, if you piss me off, I will find a way to

punish you that you will remember for the rest of your

life. I think you know enough about the way my mind

works to realize that I can do it."

I just said, "Yes Sir."

He was right. I was pretty sure that he could come up

with something so nasty that I couldn't even imagine it

right now. But I had already surrendered. And after

all, he was right about having already done it all. It

was just going to be more of the same degrading sex

acts. It would be embarrassing all over again because

it would be two more young males seeing me and using me

for the first time. But I realized that the sex acts

would be the same and in two weeks I would go home and

never see any of these people again. I sure as hell was

never going to come back to this house again!

It was probably only five minutes until the doorbell

rang. Keary let me out of his lap but before he let me

go answer the door he turned me around and wedged the

back of my bikini bottom up into the crack of my butt.

I suppose his friends would get a kick out of it but at

this point it didn't make that much difference to me.

Or at least I thought that it didn't.

When I opened the door the two boys standing there

suddenly fell silent. Their eyes got wide and their

mouths dropped open. I stepped back and invited them

in. They came in and waited for me to close the door

and they followed me back out to the pool. I could feel

their eyes on my butt, I mean my ass, and I was more

embarrassed than I thought that I would be.

When we got out to the pool Keary said, "Hey guys! Come

over and join us. Do you want a drink?"

They nodded, but they were still staring at me without

even blinking. Keary sent me in to get everyone a

drink. When I returned I gave everyone a drink,

including myself. They hadn't said anything about me

but I was thirsty so I brought one out for me too.

When I had served everyone Keary called me back over

and I ended up back in his lap. He said, "Guys, this is

our babysitter while our folks are on that cruise. Her

name is Gail. She is my dad's secretary. Isn't she

pretty?"

The boys both nodded vigorously and I was introduced to

Dale and Jimmy.

Dale said, "You're shitting me right? She is in charge

of you?"

Keary chuckled and said, "You're not listening Dale. I

didn't say that she was in charge. She is our

babysitter. She is definitely not in charge. Are you

Gail?"

I said, "No Sir."

Dale and Jimmy looked at each other in wonder and then

stared at me again. Dale cleared his throat and asked,

"You mean she lets you do anything you want?"

"Better than that, man," Keary exclaimed, "she does

anything we want. She doesn't like it much, but she's

starting to learn her place."

He turned to me and asked, "Aren't you, sweetheart?"

I was staring down. I couldn't look at anyone. I shook

my head again and said, "Yes Sir."

He ran his hand slowly up my back and asked, "Yes Sir

what cunt?"

I heard both boys gasp when he said that.

I was having trouble thinking. What was I supposed to

say? Then I remembered what he had asked me and I said,

"I'm starting to learn my place Sir."

He patted my hip and said, "Good girl. Give me a nice

kiss now."

I turned in his lap and bent my head down and touched

my lips to his. I kissed him lightly and started to

straighten up again but he said, "Come on bitch. You

can do better than that!"

I turned back and put my arm around his neck and kissed

him again. This time I faked a passion that I certainly

didn't feel and as we kissed he moved is hands over my

body.

He finally broke the kiss and I turned back to the

side. I didn't even have to look at their two guests to

know what they were thinking of me now. And the games

had not yet begun.

I take that back. The games were, indeed, beginning. I

felt Keary's hand move slowly up my back again and I

felt the tug as he untied the string that held my bra

in place.

I wanted desperately to bring my arm up to cover my

breasts. I knew it was pointless but it was ingrained

in me. I doubt if even two weeks from now I would be

comfortable being topless in front of these people, or

anyone else for that matter.

I heard Dale exclaim, "Well kiss my ass!"

Jimmy was quiet for a moment and then he asked, "What

about her?" He had nodded at Kyra. "How does she feel

about this?"

Keary laughed and said, "It was her idea! She had to go

into my dad's office with my mother one day and she met

our new cunt while she was there. She told us about her

when she got home. She said that Gail was one of those

frigid bitches whose shit don't stink. She said that

she tried talking down to her and when that didn't work

she didn't talk to her at all."

That wasn't true! Kyra had sat as far away from me as

possible and pouted like a two year old. What was I

supposed to say to her?! And what kind of girl would be

responsible for the rape of another girl? I can't even

imagine that! There must be something terribly wrong

inside that girl's head.

Keary continued, "When dad called home from work on

Friday and told my mom that Gail was going to be in

charge of us it was Kyra that came up with the plan to

turn her into our little sex toy."

I looked at Kyra and she was smiling right at me. She

seemed very proud of herself.

Jimmy asked, "What are you gonna do with her? Are you

gonna fuck her?"

All four of the Clark kids laughed at that. Kevin said,

"Shit man, we fucked her most of last night and most of

this morning. It's a good thing you guys came over

because we are all fucked out. She even ate Kyra's ass

and pussy. The bitch does anything we tell her to."

Dale asked, "And you are going to let us fuck her?"

Keary nodded and said, "She's a three-holer guys. She

can deepthroat thanks to the training she got last

night and she can take it up the ass. She doesn't like

it. But that just makes it that much more fun."

Jimmy looked a little nervous. He said, "What about

Kyra?"

Kyra looked like she was losing her temper. She

exclaimed, "Jesus Jimmy! I'm right fucking here! If you

got a question about me ask me. If you are asking if I

am going to be around when you are fucking the bitch

the answer is that I am not only going to watch, I am

going to record it on my movie camera. If that's a

problem for you than you can fucking leave and we'll

find someone else."

Jimmy said, "Damn Kyra! Cool it for Christ's sake! I

was just fucking asking! Some girls wouldn't want to

hang around when their friends are fucking some broad."

Kyra looked exasperated. She replied, "Are you fucking

brain dead Jimmy? Keary just told you it was my idea.

Do you want to fuck her or not?"

Dale chuckled and said, "Hell, I'll fuck her while you

make up your mind doofus."

Dale got up and took off his t-shirt and left it on his

chair. He came around the table in only his trunks,

which were bulging noticeably. He reached out and

grabbed one of my tits and said, "Where do you want to

do this Keary?"

Keary pointed to a lounge chair on the grass nearby and

said, "Why don't you use that cushion and fuck her over

there."

Dale pulled me out of Keary's lap and I followed him

over to the lounge chair. He ordered me to put the

cushion on the grass and as Kyra came over and started

filming he ordered me to take my bikini bottoms off.

I untied the strings at my hips and let it fall to my

feet. He moved closer and his hand forced itself

between my legs and cupped my mound. He smiled and

said, "How about if we start out with some of that

deepthroat before I fuck you Gail? That sounds like a

lot of fun to me. Is that okay with you?"

I just nodded and said, "Yes Sir."

It wasn't alright. But I was the only person here that

cared what I thought.

I stepped onto the cushion and dropped to my knees.

Dale moved over in front of me and waited for me to

remove his trunks. I grasped his waistband and pulled

the elastic out and then down, uncovering yet another

penis…damn it! I mean cock.

I had gone three years without seeing one and I hadn't

missed them at all. In the last twenty-four hours I had

seen four. I still had one more to go. At least I hoped

that I still had only one more to go. I hoped that they

didn't call up more of their friends.

Dale's cock was not quite as long as Keary's. It was

slightly bigger around though. I wasn't looking forward

to forcing it down my already very sore throat. But

there was never any question of my refusing.

I reached out and placed my hand around his cock and

tilted it down away from his hairy belly and placed my

lips around the head. I started moving my lips up and

down the shaft, taking a little more of him into my

mouth each time. When the head of his cock reached the

entrance to my throat I gagged at first. I had

forgotten to use the trick that Keary had taught me to

avoid gagging.

I suddenly wondered where a sixteen year old boy had

learned that! They all seemed to know so much more

about sex than they should. They certainly knew a lot

more than I do. And I was learning more than I ever

wanted to know.

On the next down stroke I swallowed and Dale's cock hit

the entrance to my throat and wedged there. I couldn't

get it to go down. I pulled back and tried again and

this time, after a slight catch, the head of his cock

slipped into my throat. It was very painful and even

though his cock was only slightly fatter I could tell

the difference. It was noticeably more uncomfortable.

When his cock slid down into my throat and my lips were

buried in his pubic hair, Dale said, "Kiss my ass! She

fucking did it!"

Kyra laughed and said, "She can suck you off or kiss

your ass. But she can't do both. At least she can't do

them both at the same time."

I ignored Kyra and worked on Dale's cock until he

pushed my head away and ordered me onto my back.

I was glad to change positions. I wanted nothing to do

with any of this. But I would much rather have that fat

cock raping my cunt than my mouth.

As soon as I was in position on my back Dale got on top

of me and fumbled for my opening. It took him a moment

to find the right spot, but the head of his cock

finally slipped into me. When his cock started into my

pussy he paused while he supported himself on his

elbows over me and he stared down at me as he eased it

into me slowly until it was all the way in and his

pubic bone was grinding against me. He stopped there

and enjoyed the pleasurable sensations for a moment

before he said, "Look at me Gail. Watch me fuck you.

That's a good girl. You're a great cocksucker, but I

want to cum in your cunt the first time." He started

moving slowly in and out of me and then he said, "A

little later I can cum in your mouth. And I've never

fucked a girl's ass before. I guess we'll have to give

that a shot too. I bet you hate that, don't you Gail?"

I quietly responded, "Yes Sir."

He smiled and said, "You hate all of this don't you?"

I nodded.

He said, "That's too bad, because you are very good at

it. I never had a girl deepthroat me before. That was

pretty damned hot. I have to be honest though. I like

your cunt more. But it's pretty damned exciting to look

down and see my cock buried to the root in your fucking

mouth bitch. It's hard to believe you just did it for

the first time last night. How did they get you to do

that?"

I glanced at Kyra and she was waiting for me to answer

with an amused look on her face.

I said, "They drugged me and they raped me. They did

all of those things to me when I was drugged and

couldn't defend myself. They filmed everything that I

did and they showed me the movie this morning. I didn't

have any choice after that. I have to do what they say

and they know it."

Dale began to speed up his increasingly violent thrusts

and he said, "Damn that's hot! I gotta hand it to Kyra

and Keary. It must be fucking great to have a beautiful

sex slave that you can do anything you want with."

And then it was over. He cried out and ground his

pelvis against me and filled me with his cum. He stayed

in place over me as his cock went soft in my cunt. Then

he rolled over and lay on his back. He stayed like

that, staring at the sky for a minute and swearing

quietly under his breath occasionally, trying to

express his pleasure with his limited vocabulary I

guess.

I lay beside him waiting for him to get up and let his

friend Jimmy mount me so that he could take his turn.

Kyra didn't think I was being a good hostess though.

She ordered me to clean Dale up so that he wouldn't

mess up the chairs when he went back over and sat down.

I glanced at her as she instructed me in my cleanup

duties. I wondered briefly what was going through her

mind. What must she think being surrounded by all of

this naked male flesh? She seemed so casual about it.

No, she seemed to enjoy it! I couldn't even imagine

what it must be like to be her.

I looked down at Dale's crotch. It was a terrible mess,

but it wasn't the first time I had to perform this

disgusting chore. I got on my knees and took his cock

into my mouth and sucked him clean. It was nasty to

look at but I was beginning to realize that the taste

wasn't as bad this way as when I got a mouthful of cum

all at once. Still, I would much rather not do it.

I slid down until my head was level with his crotch and

I leaned over and started to take his soft cock into my

mouth. I noticed something strange and I stopped to

look at it. He was uncircumcised! I hadn't noticed it

when he was erect. I had never seen one that had not

been circumcised before. Well, I hadn't seen that many

at all actually. But it looked kind of funny. I took it

into my mouth as everyone watched and I sucked it

clean. When I had cleaned my juices and his cum from

his cock I licked his balls clean and then I started to

sit up and wait for Jimmy to come over and rape me.

Dale said, "Don't stop. You aren't finished yet."

I looked at him. I didn't know what else he wanted me

to do.

He saw my confusion and he said, "With an uncircumcised

cock you have to pull the loose skin back and clean

under it."

I looked down at his cock and the flap of loose skin

that covered the head of it. For some reason I was

reluctant to do that.

I moved closer again and used my fingers to gently pull

the skin back from the head of his cock. He was

watching me closely and when I had uncovered the head

of his cock he said, "Now use your tongue and get me

nice and clean bitch."

I stuck my tongue out and he shivered as I bathed the

end of his cock with it. I was afraid that he was going

to get hard again. But then I realized how silly that

was. Of course he was going to get hard again. He was

probably going to have the opportunity to rape me over

and over in the next two weeks. He and his friend Jimmy

and the three Clark boys and god knows who else.

As I licked Dale clean I heard Jimmy get up and come

closer. He stood beside me watching me finish my clean

up duties until Dale pushed me away and got up. He had

already removed his clothes and he seemed to be a

little self-conscious about being naked. I had the

impression that it was being naked in front of Kyra

that bothered him though. He kept glancing at her

nervously.

As soon as Dale was out of the way Jimmy took his place

on the cushion. He lay on his back and rested his head

on his arms. Since I hadn't moved after cleaning Dale's

cock with my mouth, Jimmy's hard, drooling cock was

right near my face.

I looked at it in disgust for a moment. It was smaller

than Dale's. It was slightly shorter, but more

importantly it was much thinner. I was grateful for

that at least. But it was standing up and throbbing and

each time it bobbed around like that more clear fluid

oozed from the tip. It was covering the head of his

cock and running down the underside of the shaft all

the way to his balls.

I leaned back down and licked his cock clean and as I

did he tensed up and groaned in pleasure. I was no

expert at these things but I had the impression he

wasn't going to last very long. I took him into my

mouth and slid my lips down to the base of his cock.

As the head of his cock slipped into my throat,

thankfully much easier than Dale's had, he swore and

tensed up and grabbed my hair and held me there and

shot his cum straight down my throat.

I heard Kyra and some of the boys chuckling, but I was

glad to get it over with so easily. I waited until he

released me and I started to sit up but Kyra stopped

me. "Keep sucking bitch!" she ordered. "Get him hard

again so that he can fuck your skanky ass."

Kyra is a girl that obviously spent far too much time

with her three brothers!

I lowered my mouth back onto Jimmy's cock and began

sucking. I can't really say that I began again. I

didn't really get started the first time. He had not

gone completely soft and he was completely hard again

almost instantly.

When he was fully erect he pushed me away and I got

back into position on the cushion. Jimmy got between my

legs and then leaned over me and supported himself on

his arms. He started stabbing his cock at me blindly

and I suddenly realized that Jimmy was a virgin! He had

even less of an idea of what to do than I did.

I reached down and gently took his cock in hand and

guided him to the tender opening to my vagina, I mean

cunt. God I hate that word! His blind thrusts were

painful and I didn't think that he was going to last

much longer this time than he had before he had his

first orgasm.

He slowed to allow me to guide him into place and then

he thrust into me all the way in one hard stroke. He

paused for an instant and shivered in pleasure. Then he

began to fuck me violently. He was all but out of

control and twice I had to reach down and put his cock

back inside of me.

It was very unpleasant. The funny thing is that I was

almost amused by his obvious innocence and his out of

control lust. I wasn't the only one either. I heard the

boys at the table making fun of him as he fucked me.

But not for long, he didn't last much longer than he

had in my mouth. I doubt if he lasted a full minute. It

was over almost before it began.

I hadn't even realized that he was having an orgasm. He

suddenly stopped and collapsed on top of me and gasped

for breath in my ear. There was more laughter from the

boys but he didn't seem to notice.

He finally rolled off of me and I didn't wait to be

told. I moved down and cleaned his slimy cock with my

mouth while Kyra got more nasty pictures.

When Jimmy finally stood up Dale said, "I'd sure like

to see Gail eat Kyra's pussy now."

Kyra looked over and said, "Yeah, I bet you would you

fucking pervert. Don't hold your breath."

Dale said, "What's the big deal? You've seen all of us

naked. And your brothers have seen you naked. What

difference does it make?"

Kyra grinned at him and said, "Dale, you've been trying

to get into my pants since I got out of diapers. Give

it up."

Dale chuckled and said, "I won't deny I think you're

hot and I'd like to see you naked. But I just want to

see her eating your pussy. It makes me hard just

thinking about it."

Keary said, "Maybe we can talk her into it later Dale.

For now let's just concentrate on our sweet little

redheaded cunt."

The rest of the afternoon was just more of the same.

The boys kept getting turned on from looking at me or

playing with my body or watching someone else having

sex with me. There was someone, or sometimes two some

ones having sex with me almost constantly all

afternoon. They just never seemed to get bored with

abusing me.

I got almost no time to rest. If one of them wasn't

fucking me they would sit around and talk and I would

be pulled into someone's lap and groped or ordered to

kneel and suck on a soft cock until it got hard again.

Sometimes I was forced to suck them off right there at

the table and sometimes they took me back over to the

cushion to have sex with me. All five of the boys took

me in my ass again. Dale was the worst. He was the

first one that afternoon. He didn't use lube, he didn't

prepare my ass and his cock was noticeably fatter than

the others. It was a very painful experience.

Dale and Jimmy kept hinting that they would love to see

me eat Kyra's pussy but she kept ignoring them. Later

in the afternoon Keary said, "Shit Kyra, you might as

well let her do it. The guys are going to see the DVD

anyway. And you know you're feeling horny from watching

all this fucking and sucking. You love seeing us rape

the bitch almost as much as we love doing it."

Kyra looked at Keary and I could see that she was about

to tell him to go to hell. But I saw her expression

change and she said, "Aw fuck it!"

There were a few excited comments from the boys as she

stood up, but she said, "You guys stay right here. If

you move the show is over."

She got to her feet and said, "Come on bitch. It's time

to eat some more pussy."

I didn't even care by now. I got out of Kirk's lap and

followed her to the cushion where I had been getting

raped all afternoon. She sat down and when I was

kneeling between her and the table full of boys she

untied the bottoms of her bikini and uncovered her

sopping wet pussy.

She got comfortable and said, "Okay bitch, chow down."

The first time she had made me do this I had been

drugged and deprived of my free will. The second time,

when the boys talked her into it this morning, I had

just been raped by all three of them and was still kind

of dazed. So even though it was a singularly repugnant

act I had actually gotten accustomed to it without a

lot of mental anguish. This time I was no more upset

about it than I was by all of the males forcing me to

perform some perverted sex act.

I stretched out between her legs and began lapping up

the juices that matted her pussy hair and covered her

entire mound. She must have been extremely excited from

watching her three brothers and their two friends

raping me repeatedly all afternoon. The fluids were

streaming from her.

I cleaned her up quickly with my tongue and then I

began to lick her pussy lips. She was quickly reaching

the point of orgasm. She had lifted her thighs and they

gripped my head tightly as I ate her out. As she neared

orgasm I was forced to wrap my arms around her thighs

and hold her in place as I licked her pussy.

She came quickly once my tongue began burrowing into

her pussy and she groaned and cried out and the juices

poured out of her at a remarkable rate. I continued to

lap them up and I started to lift my head when her

orgasm ended but she screamed, "Don't stop you fucking

cunt!"

So I continued eating her pussy as she pulled my hair

so hard it brought tears to my eyes and lifted her hips

off of the cushion to grind her pussy into my mouth.

I saw motion out of the corner of my eyes and I

realized that all five boys had come closer and were

standing around us in a circle watching. Kyra had her

eyes closed tightly and wasn't aware of it yet.

She had several more violent orgasms before she pushed

my head away and lay there panting for a moment or two

before she opened her eyes and saw the boys standing

there staring down at her exposed sex.

I felt her tighten up for a second and then she just

went limp. She exclaimed, "Aw fuck you guys. Go ahead

and look. It's just a fucking pussy for Christ's sake.

Half the people in the world have them. Get over it."

Keary chuckled and said, "While I think that's a

healthy attitude sis, I have to point out that you are

the one that was so intent on keeping it covered up."

She looked up at him and said, "Well, now everyone has

seen it. I guess the mystery is gone from our lives."

Kirk laughed and said, "Not completely. Your tits are

still covered."

Kyra looked at him and then looked around at the

others. She sat up and said, "Okay, listen. I feel

pretty silly being the only one with clothes on

anyway." She quickly pulled her bikini bra off and

said, "But I don't want you guys getting any ideas. You

can look but that's all. I am not going to fuck you."

Keary laughed and said, "Shit sis, if you had done that

a long time ago no one would be paying any attention to

it now. You keep it all covered up and guys just can't

help wanting to see it. In half an hour you'll just be

one of the guys."

She got to her feet and turned to Dale and said, "You

just keep your fucking hands to yourself Dale. You have

always been grabby and I know damned well what's on

your mind."

Dale grinned and said, "Give me a break Kyra. It ain't

my fault. It's in my fucking DNA. If I didn't want to

get my hands on your sweet ass I'd be a fucking queer.

Hell, I bet all three of your brothers would fuck you

if you let them."

She didn't look at her brothers to see what their

reaction was. She just responded to Dale, "Well I won't

let them and they know to keep their hands to

themselves. I'm warning you because I know you. There

is a redheaded cunt right there you can do any damn

thing you want to. So you keep your hands off of me."

We returned to the table in the shade of the umbrella

and the six of them sat around, all nude now. I was

pulled into Dale's lap and as he began to roughly grope

my most sensitive body parts the kids all discussed the

show that Kyra and I had just put on for them. The guys

all wanted to know if it was better to have her pussy

eaten by a boy or a girl.

She admitted that I was the only one that had ever

eaten her pussy and all of the boys volunteered to give

her something to compare it to.

She got that, 'Yeah, right' look on her face but Keary

said, "That might be an interesting experiment Kyra. We

could cover your eyes and all six of us could take

turns eating your pussy. Then you try to pick out which

one was Gail and decide which of us did the better job

of it."

Kyra actually seemed to be considering it! After a

minute she smiled and said, "I hate to admit it, but

that does sound like fun. The cunt has the edge on you

guys though, because she knows what she likes when

someone eats her out."

I blurted out, "No one has ever done that to me,"

without even thinking. "Not until last night when I was

drugged. I wouldn't have known it if you hadn't made me

watch the movie."

There were looks of incredulity all around and I knew

as soon as I spoke that I had screwed up.

Keary asked, "How old are you Gail?"

"Twenty-four," I answered.

"And you are divorced?" he asked.

I nodded.

There followed a discussion of my entire sex life.

There wasn't much to discuss. I had lost my virginity

on the night of my Senior Prom to my boyfriend. We had

been dating for months and I thought he was the one. I

was madly in love with him. Our affair continued

through the summer and then he went away to college.

That was the end of it.

I couldn't afford to go to college. My father had some

health problems which had bankrupted the family and the

money that I had saved up wasn't even enough for the

first years tuition at a local community college. My

grades were okay, but not good enough for a

scholarship. So I went to work.

My first job had been as a hostess in a steak house.

Not one of the nice ones. It was one of the chain

restaurants. I had started dating one of the waiters

almost as soon as I went to work there and we ended up

getting married before either of us was ready.

He was going to school at night and he found a better

job as soon as we got married. It was actually less

money than he made waiting tables but it had benefits

and a chance for advancement. He worked in an office

and I suspect that it wasn't long before he started

dating the women at work.

We had only been married a year when he asked me for a

divorce.

I was forced to relate all of this to the kids around

the table and I didn't get any sympathy from them.

Keary said, "It's no wonder the dude left you, you

stupid cunt. No guy likes a frigid bitch. Shit, you

wouldn't suck his cock and you dress like a fucking

nun! The world is all about sex for Christ's sake. Look

around you. Why would he stay married to you if you

didn't put out and didn't suck his cock? What else did

you have to offer? You're cute, but according to you,

you aren't that much of a cook and you aren't rich.

Hell, we are doing you a favor here. By the time your

two weeks are up here you'll be an expert cocksucker

and a great fuck."

Gee, I am such a lucky girl to have friends like Keary

and Kyra! I kept my sarcasm to myself though. I may say

dumb things from time to time, but I'm not that stupid.

It was getting late and I was hoping that Dale and

Jimmy would leave and I would be sent in to make

supper. Then, at least for a little while, I would be

free of the constant groping and sexual abuse.

Unfortunately, they began to make other plans. It was

decided that everyone would get dressed and go to a

place where a lot of the kids liked to hang out and get

a hamburger.

I desperately hoped that I would be left alone here.

But no such luck. Keary said, "Kyra, take her to your

room and get her cleaned up and put her in something

sexy."

Dale took his hands from my tit and my pussy and

reluctantly let me out of his lap. I followed Kyra to

her room wondering what the little slut's idea of sexy

would be. She took a quick shower and when she was done

I took a shower while she started getting ready.

I finished my shower and dried off. I stood in front of

the bathroom mirror for moment and steeled myself for

the ordeal ahead. When I went into the bedroom Kyra was

already dressed. I asked her for permission to go to my

room downstairs and brush my teeth.

She said, "You can do that before we leave. I have to

find you something to wear."

She went into her closet came back out with a couple of

mini-dresses on hangars. She handed me one of them and

ordered me to try it on.

Kyra and I were about the same size so I expected the

dress to fit reasonably well. It didn't though. It was

much too tight.

She said, "These are a couple of old dresses that I

haven't gotten around to getting rid of yet. They are

too small for me now. I thought they might be pretty

interesting on your skanky ass though."

I just didn't understand why she was so cruel. I had

never said or done anything to her. I almost asked her

what I had said or done to make her so mad at me. But

then I decided that whatever it might be I didn't want

to bring it up now. Any slight she had perceived was

probably all in her head anyway. You can't reason with

crazy people so I kept my mouth shut.

She told me to take off the first dress and when I was

naked she handed me the other one. It was only slightly

larger. I could button it, but I wasn't sure that I

could sit down in it. I didn't think that it was long

enough to cover the parts of me that required covering

in public either.

Kyra looked at me for a second and then she unbuttoned

the bottom button and the top two buttons and stepped

back to see how I looked. She ordered me to unbutton

another button on the top and she was satisfied.

She came closer and pulled me over to a full length

mirror standing in the corner of her room. I almost

fainted when I saw what she expected me to wear out in

public. I could plainly see the slit between my legs

which was still noticeably red and swollen from all of

the abuse it had received today. The hem of the dress

fell just between my slit and my small, remaining patch

of pubic hair. As long as I remained still my nipples

were covered, just barely. But the slightest movement

exposed one nipple or the other.

I turned around and started to twist my neck in order

to see how much of me was exposed in the back. Kyra

handed me a small mirror and I looked at my reflection

in the full length mirror behind me. I could see about

two inches of the bottom of my butt when I stood

straight. I couldn't even imagine how revealing it

would be if I were to lean forward. The slightest

movement would make things just that much worse.

Kyra said, "Don't move." She went back into her closet

and came back with a pair of high heels. They weren't

outrageous. The heels were only about three inches. But

I knew they would have an effect.

The shoes were a size too small but I managed to

squeeze into them. I looked back at my reflection again

and I guess if there was a difference it was

negligible. I could still see about two inches of my

butt. I couldn't imagine sitting down in this thing. It

would be like I had left the house wearing only a

blouse. I would be totally exposed. But then, I

realized that was the point. That was what amused them.

From now on I was always going to be exposed. It was

just going to be a question of how exposed and in how

public a place.

I looked at Kyra. She shared none of my reservations.

She was smiling and when she saw my distress she said,

"The guys are going to love this."

I had no doubt.

I followed her downstairs and she sent me off to my

rooms to brush my teeth. When I returned everyone was

waiting. They all got a big kick out of my new outfit.

We all filed out to the garage and got into a large

SUV. I ended up sitting on Kevin's lap and he began

groping me as soon as we were seated. He unbuttoned a

couple more buttons and exposed my breasts completely

and I sat there trying not to think about being seen in

public in this…thing, I hesitate to call it a dress. I

could only hope that the place we were going was not

very crowded.

I don't know what I could have been thinking. We were

going to a teenage hangout at the start of summer

vacation. Of course it was crowded!

Keary pulled into the parking lot and drove up and down

until he found an open parking place. As we drove

through the full to capacity parking lot I knew I was

in trouble.

We were finally able to find a parking spot and I was

allowed to button the two buttons that Kevin had

unbuttoned to give him better access to my tits. We

piled out of the SUV and headed inside.

The place was loud and it was packed. There were no

other adults that I could see anywhere in the large

room. I saw a lot of shocked looks on the faces of the

kids that looked up when we came in, but I quickly

turned my gaze to the floor to avoid seeing those

looks. I was pulled through the crowd by Keary and they

couldn't find a large enough table that was empty. They

finally joined some friends at a large table in the

back corner.

I was introduced to the two teenage couples already at

the table and I glanced at them only long enough to say

hello and see the looks on their faces as they noticed

me. The boys had entirely different expressions than

the girls.

The girls looked at me with obvious contempt. The boys,

however, were happy to see me. They didn't even look me

in the eyes. Their gazes hit my nearly exposed breasts

before moving down to my exposed pussy. I saw them

struggle to hide from their girlfriends their obvious

enjoyment of the spectacle that was me. I looked away

as I was pulled into Keary's lap. Of course my dress

rode up as soon as I sat down and everyone at the table

stared in disbelief at the amount of exposed flesh.

We were sitting far enough back from the table that

everyone could see that I was totally exposed from just

below my navel. Keary spread my legs so that my knees

were about six inches apart and he unbuttoned another

button on my top, totally exposing one of my breasts.

It wasn't just the people at our table that were

enjoying the show. The kids at several of the nearby

tables were staring openly. To make matters worse, we

were sitting near the door to the men's room. Soon

there was a steady flow of traffic to the men's room.

Many of the boys going by knew the boys at our table

and they stopped, supposedly to say hello. But we all

knew why they had stopped. I was all but naked and they

were enjoying the show.

Everyone decided what they wanted to eat and drink and

I was tasked with going to the counter on the other

side of the room and ordering the food. I was too upset

to remember an order that large so they had to write it

down. Keary gave me some money and I went to the

counter.

The counter was being manned by a dozen teenage boys

and girls who were cooking hamburgers and dispensing

soft drinks. I placed my order with a pimple faced

teenage boy who quickly informed his coworkers of my

presence.

Soon, as I stood waiting for them to fill my order, the

other kids behind the counter came closer and checked

me out. Even the girls came over to look.

There was a press of kids waiting to order food or pick

up an order and I suppose that it was inevitable that,

dressed as I was I would soon become a magnet for stray

hands. It wasn't long at all before I felt the first

hand brush lightly over the exposed portion of my ass.

I didn't look around but I tried to shift away from the

boy I thought was responsible.

I couldn't move far though and soon the hand returned.

I heard whispered conversations behind me and before

long there were two hands on my ass and someone was

lifting my dress in the back. I gave up. I knew I

couldn't win and anything I did to defend myself would

just cause a scene which would only make matters worse.

I allowed them to grope me freely and took comfort in

the fact that the place was so packed that it was

doubtful that anyone could see what they were doing.

One of the boys exploring my ass began to insinuate his

finger between the cheeks of my ass and press against

my anus. When I felt his finger touch me there I

reacted without thinking. I jumped and spun around and

now I was facing the two large boys that were molesting

me. Now they could look down and see one of my tits

totally exposed by my sudden motion and their hands

were instantly crawling over my mound. The looks on

their arrogant young faces dared me to resist.

Before I could turn back around there was a large

finger being forced inside of my pussy. I gasped in

shock and quickly struggled to turn back around. The

boy who had been invading my pussy with his finger went

back to trying to force it into my ass. His friend

reached up under my arm and squeezed my breast through

my dress for a moment before he slid it inside and

cupped my naked breast.

He held me like that for a moment and when I didn't

scream or fight him he began to squeeze and pull on my

nipple. I couldn't believe this. I was being all but

raped right in the middle of a crowded restaurant. I

looked around out of the corners of my eyes to see if

anyone else noticed what was going on and was dismayed

to see that there were boys on both sides of me that

were watching closely.

It seemed like a week before that kid behind the

counter returned with my order on a large tray. He set

the tray down and said, "You can use the tray, but

bring it right back. We don't have that many." As he

spoke he was staring at the hand inside the top of my

dress.

I reached up and grabbed the tray and pulled away from

the boys that were molesting me. As I moved through the

crowd to our table I saw that my breast was completely

exposed and everyone I passed seemed to notice. But

there was nothing I could do about it so I hurried to

the back of the room.

I unloaded the tray and straightened my dress out

before fighting my way back through the packed room. As

I made my way around the room more and more boys were

reaching out to squeeze the exposed cheeks of my ass.

There was a lot of laughter, which I was sure was at my

expense.

All I could do was focus on the task at hand. I

couldn't fight them all. I couldn't even blame them.

This dress was an open invitation. That was why Kyra

had chosen it.

When I returned to the table I was allowed to pull up

an empty chair from a nearby table and sit and eat.

Despite the abuse I had suffered lately and my despair

at the idea of living like this for two weeks, the food

smelled good and I was famished. I had eaten almost

nothing yesterday and nothing today, nothing but the

protein drink from the end of the cocks of five horny

boys.

I ate my hamburger quickly, which was a mistake. They

left me alone when I was eating. I should have dragged

it out. As soon as I had eaten my burger I was pulled

into Dale's lap and the groping started again.

The boys had been talking with the two couples we had

joined and when the food was all eaten it was decided

to go back to the house and have a little party around

the pool. I didn't hear all of the particulars. It was

very loud in here and I wasn't really included in the

conversation.

It was about ten minutes before we finally got up and

left. For most of those ten minutes I was sitting in

Dale's lap and being mauled roughly and openly. Boys

kept coming past the table and stopping to watch Dale

play with my exposed tits or pussy. Most of them just

watched for a while and then went on. A few were

friends of the kids at our table and stopped to talk.

They never looked at the person that they were talking

to though. They all stared at me.

The two couples that had been at the table when we

arrived stayed seated as we left. We went out to the

SUV and as we were making our way through the parking

lot the big guy that had been feeling me up while I was

waiting for the food caught up to us and spoke with

Keary.

I was afraid of what might come of that conversation.

The boy was staring at me during the entire exchange.

After they spoke the boy and his friend, who was

standing nearby watching, left and we continued on.

This time I ended up on Jimmy's lap as we drove away.

Jimmy had my dress open and pulled it down off of my

shoulders by the time we were on the road. He bent down

and nibbled on my nipple while he began worming his

finger into my pussy.

As much as I hated what was happening to me I wasn't a

robot. All of the touching, all of the public exposure,

it was starting to build up. I didn't want to admit it,

not even to myself. But I was starting to feel pretty

horny. I didn't want to satisfy that need with any of

these boys. I would much rather retire to the privacy

of my bathroom back in my small but secure apartment

building and satisfy that need with my shower massager.

Unfortunately I knew that wasn't what was going to

happen.

I wasn't paying any attention to where we were going.

When the car came to a stop and Keary shut the engine

off I thought we were back at their house. I had

started to get out of the car before I realized that we

were parked in front of a liquor store.

Keary came around and pulled me the rest of the way out

of the SUV. He handed me a fifty dollar bill and said,

"Come on. We need some beer."

I stood there as he started to walk away and sputtered,

"Keary! I can't buy you beer! Your father would kill

me!"

He came back and grabbed my arm and as we walked toward

the store he said, "Then don't tell him you stupid

cunt!"

We went inside and the only one in the store was an old

man who sat behind the counter and gave us the evil

eye. I was embarrassed to be seen in this dress and I

was certain that he knew I was buying alcohol for

minors. But I avoided his eyes and followed Keary. He

seemed to know what he wanted and where it was located.

I followed him to the cooler and he picked up two cases

of beer. We went to the cash register and I handed the

cash Keary had given me to the old man.

He looked at Keary and then he looked at me skeptically

and asked, "You got any ID?"

I didn't. The kids had taken my purse sometime during

the night and refused to return it. I shook my head and

said, "Please mister. I'm twenty-four years old."

He just glowered at me and said, "I need to see some

ID."

Keary reached his hand over my shoulder and spread the

top of my dress open and said, "How is this for ID?"

The old man never changed expression. He just said,

"It's gonna take a hell of a lot more than a flash of

tit to convince me."

Keary smiled and said, "Okay, how about a blowjob?"

I swung my head around and glared at Keary. He couldn't

be serious! That old man must be close to seventy years

old! Christ, it's bad enough having to have sex with

him and his brothers and their two friends.

I shivered in disgust at the very idea of taking that

old man's cock into my mouth.

He stared at me for a moment, looking mostly at my

exposed breasts, and then he said, "Alright. I'll let

you have it for a blowjob, and the fifty."

Keary sighed and said, "Jesus old man! Give me a break.

I'll pay for the beer and you can have the blowjob. But

I want my fucking change."

The old man thought it over and nodded. He opened his

cash register and took out the change and handed it to

Keary.

He closed the register and locked it and stood up. He

came around the counter and grabbed my arm and started

to lead me away. He stopped and turned back and said,

"You wait there boy. And there are cameras all over

this place so keep your fucking hands in your pockets.

If anyone comes in tell them I went into the back to

get something." He cackled at his own joke and started

towards the back of the store again.

He pulled me down the aisle and into the back room and

closed the door. He said, "Get that dress off bitch."

Then he started unfastening is chinos.

I unbuttoned the few remaining buttons on the dress

Kyra had given me and took it off while he stared at my

naked body.

He dropped his pants to his ankles and pulled me

closer. He placed my hand on his soft, shriveled up old

cock and he ran his hands over my body roughly. He

never said a word after telling me to take the dress

off. He squeezed and pulled on my tits briefly and

groped around the entrance to my pussy for a minute and

then he sat down on a couple of boxes and pulled his

pants off of one leg. He spread his legs and looked up

at me.

I dropped to my knees on the dirty floor and looked

down at his still soft cock. I wasn't too hopeful that

this was going to go anywhere. I wasn't that upset

about the possibility of not getting him to have an

orgasm. I was just afraid that it might go on and on

indefinitely while I tried.

I took him into my mouth and started to suck. He pushed

one of my hands down and rested it against his balls

and I began to tease them as I sucked his cock. His

cock twitched a little and grew slightly but it never

got really hard. I was working like crazy to suck him

and I was getting desperate to get him hard. Then I got

a shock. Suddenly a couple of weak spurts of nasty

tasting, bitter fluid squirted out of the end of his

soft cock and he groaned.

I gagged at the bitter, acidic fluid in my mouth. I

wanted desperately to spit it out but he was watching

me like a hawk. I struggled to swallow. There wasn't

very much of it but it was making me sick to my

stomach. I finally got it down and he pushed me away

and started pulling his pants back on.

I put my dress back on and buttoned up most of the

buttons and when he was ready we went back out front.

Keary looked like he was getting impatient but it was

his fault so fuck him.

The old man said, "You want some more later you bring

her back with you boy."

Keary smiled and nodded and picked up the beer. We went

out to the car and I climbed back into Jimmy's lap

while Keary drove home.

We went inside and the boys changed back into their

swimming trunks. Kyra put her bikini back on. I was

ordered to take my dress off but I wasn't given

anything to wear in its place.

When Kyra and I got back downstairs the boys were all

out at the pool. They each had a beer and I was ordered

to put some in a cooler with ice and put the rest in

the refrigerator. I was also told that a few people

were coming over and if the doorbell rang I was to

answer it.

As I started to walk away Keary said, "If I get any

complaints about you this evening I'm going to come up

with something really nasty to punish you. So just

remember, the only time you can say no is if somebody

asks you if you've had enough. Got it?"

I nodded. I didn't know what he might come up with as a

punishment but my situation was horrible enough without

being punished. He was a slightly warped and very cruel

boy. I didn't want to give him the opportunity to

punish me. I knew that he would enjoy it too much.

I had the cooler filled and the beer put away before

the others started showing up. The new additions to the

party were the two couples we had shared the table with

at that teen hangout, two other couples, and the two

boys that had groped me at the counter.

They all seemed happy to see me walking around nude. I

realized that they had all been warned in advance. The

girls seemed to find it almost as amusing as the boys.

I escorted them out to the patio as they arrived and

served them drinks as ordered. When everyone had

arrived I sat in the lap of Jay, the large boy who had

been the biggest problem for me at the lunch counter.

As Jay took advantage of the opportunity to grope me

freely now, Kyra explained how I came to be there and

what my status was.

Kyra is one strange girl. I honestly believe that she

was enjoying my degradation, my rapes, as much or more

than the boys. I reminded myself that it had been her

idea. So I guess she was a big fan of what they were

doing to me.

As Kyra was explaining I felt Jay's cock growing under

me. His cock felt as big as the rest of him. He was a

really large boy.

When Kyra finished explaining what had happened to me

and what my status was for the next two weeks she said,

"And now for that show that Keary promised you."

Jay stood me on my feet and got up behind me. I didn't

know what was going on, but I knew that something was

going to happen to me and that I wouldn't like it.

Jay was looking around and Kyra pointed out the cushion

that was still sitting on the grass nearby. He grabbed

my arm and said, "Come on bitch. Let's go make nice."

He pulled me over to the cushion and said, "Take my

clothes off."

I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it down his arms and

dropped it onto the chair that they had taken the

cushion from. I already knew that he was a large,

muscular boy. But when I saw his upper arms and his

torso I was really impressed. Not that I wanted to

throw myself at him or anything. He was just really

buff. He had large, muscular biceps and a powerful

chest and a flat, hard stomach. He looked like you

could hit him with a baseball bat and not hurt him.

I untied the knot in the cord that held his trunks in

place and started sliding them down. There was a large

bulge in the front and when I pulled them out and away

from his cock and down I uncovered the largest cock I

had ever seen. Well, I hadn't seen that many. But this

thing was BIG! It was at least ten inches long and

nearly as big around as my forearm.

I stopped pulling his trunks down and stared in terror

at his cock. Under my breath I said, "Oh my god!"

I looked up at him and said nervously, "That won't go

in me! It won't fit! You'll tear me!"

He just smiled and said, "You won't be the first, you

won't be the last. Don't worry bitch. Once I get it in

you are going to love it. They all do."

I continued staring for a moment until Keary broke my

reverie. "Is there a problem over there?"

I shook my head but I was terrified. I pushed his

trunks down past his knees and they fell to his feet.

He kicked them away and stood naked in front of me and

said, "Bend over and kiss it. Kiss it all over. Make it

as happy as it's going to make your cunt in a little

while."

I bent over and wrapped my hand around that massive

cock and pulled it down away from his flat, muscular

belly. I kissed the head and licked the lubricant from

around the hole in the end of it. I licked all around

the large, bulbous, dark purple head and then I kissed

it all over as he had ordered. I bent lower and licked

and kissed his balls and then I returned to kissing his

cock.

He watched me for a few minutes and then he said,

"Let's see how much of it you can get in your mouth

bitch. I hear you can deepthroat. I've always wondered

what that was like."

I gasped and looked up at his smiling face. He said,

"Come on bitch. If you won't do it for me I can always

go home and get my dog. Would you rather do it for my

dog?

I was looking him right in the face when he said that.

He was serious!

Everyone had gotten up from the table and gathered

around us in a circle. It was bad enough when they were

sitting nearby staring. Now it truly was a show-like

atmosphere. I could hear the obscene comments more

clearly now and as they closed in around me I felt so

much more like I was trapped. I realized that the

difference was just in my mind. I was trapped

regardless of where the audience was. That didn't make

the feeling any less real though.

I took the head of Jay's oversized cock into my mouth

and tried to take as much of him in as I could. It was

a truly massive slab of meat and I knew there was no

way I would be able to take it into my throat. It was

so big around that I could only get about three inches

of it into my mouth! He watched me struggle with it for

several minutes and then he said, "That ain't gonna cut

it, bitch. You're going to have to do a lot better than

that. Come on now. Put your heart into it."

I was trying so hard. But it hurt. It hurt a lot and I

knew that I couldn't do it. He tried to force it. He

gripped my head in his large hands and as he thrust

with his hips he pulled on my head with his hands and

still he couldn't get even half of his big cock into my

mouth.

I heard laughter and I glanced up through my tear

filled eyes to see Kyra with that damned movie camera.

She saw me looking and said, "I can't wait to see the

bitch sucking off your dog, Jay."

A couple of the girls exclaimed, "Ewww! That's gross

Kyra!" It sounded like a lot of the boys wanted to see

it though.

Jay laughed and said, "Maybe later. I haven't given up

on the bitch yet. She is swallowing more than most

chicks can handle."

Kyra said, "I have an idea Jay. Let her go for a

minute."

Jay let my head go and stepped back. I was gasping for

breath and crying like a baby.

Kyra started giving directions to some of the boys and

two of them helped me to my feet and someone put the

cushion back on the lounge chair. I was picked up and

stretched out on my back on the chair with my head

hanging down over the foot of it.

The boys that had placed me on my back on the chair

continued to hold me down and I was starting to panic

now. They were holding me firmly in place and I was

helpless.

I started pleading with them to let me go. I thought

that it had to be obvious that no human female could

take that massive cock into their throat. It would

surely tear something. They were going to kill me with

a cock!

My pleas were ignored and Jay was urged on as he

dropped to his knees by my head. He pressed the end of

his cock against my lips and when I tried to turn away

someone twisted and pulled violently on my nipple. I

screamed in pain and Jay took the opportunity to force

the head of his cock back into my mouth.

I stopped fighting for a few seconds. I knew that I was

beaten. But when the head of his cock started pressing

against the entrance to my throat the pain became

unbearable and I couldn't help fighting back. I was in

fear of losing my life now, or at the very least

suffering permanent damage to my throat. I was

struggling with all of my might. Unfortunately, it was

all to no avail.

Jay was fucking my face brutally and I had never

experienced such pain in my life. Suddenly, to

everyone's surprise, the head of his cock entered my

throat and as the shaft began to slide through my mouth

and into my throat I mercifully passed out.

I don't know how long I was unconscious. When I awoke

the kids were all back at their large table, drinking

beer and talking excitedly. I felt an unbearable pain

in my throat. Jay must have continued fucking me after

I passed out. I could taste his foul cum in my mouth.

So he must have fucked my mouth and throat until he

reached his orgasm.

Someone noticed that I had come to my senses and Kyra

yelled, "Hey cunt! Get your lazy ass over here! Christ,

I thought you were going to sleep all fucking day!"

I struggled to turn over and got up from the lounge

chair I had been tortured on. I walked unsteadily over

to where the kids were all gathered and Kyra said, "Go

get everyone another beer. Then come over here. I have

something I want to show you."

I counted heads to see how many beers I needed. The

couples had left while I was unconscious. Kyra and I

were the only females here now. It was us and seven

horny boys. And she was far from being any help to me

when it came to satisfying their lust. Just the

opposite, she urged them to greater acts of depravity

at every opportunity.

Once I had returned and served everyone their beers,

Keary pulled me into his lap and ordered me to look at

the small portable television that was on a nearby

table. I watched as Kyra turned it on with a remote

control. It was the movie she had just made of Jay

raping my throat.

I watched in renewed horror as he started trying to

force that horse cock down my throat. I looked at the

expressions on the faces of the kids as I was lifted

onto my back on the lounge chair and held down. They

were enjoying the show. Even the girls were watching

eagerly to see if it could be done.

When Jay's cock finally forced its way past whatever

barrier was keeping it from entering my throat I saw

several of the kids pointing. I could actually see my

throat expand to accommodate his thick, ten inch cock!

It wasn't obvious at first that I had passed out. My

body went slack but it was a minute or two before they

realized that I was unconscious. They didn't seem

concerned at all. I could have been dying and they

wouldn't know or care.

After fucking my throat for several minutes Jay said,

"Watch this."

He bent down and wrapped his hand around my body and

straightened up. He lifted me up and got to his feet

and walked around carrying me upside down, still

impaled on his cock. He was bouncing me up and down and

walking around the patio to the cheers and catcalls of

the other kids. My legs were splayed apart and my pussy

was just under his chin. He kept bending his head down

and biting me. I was unconscious but it looked like he

was biting me hard.

How I survived that I have no idea. I couldn't possibly

have been able to breathe.

Jay carried me around like that for a minute, his cock

buried in my throat and his chin resting in the space

between my widespread legs. Then he walked back over to

the chair and roughly slammed me back down on my back.

He began fucking my throat violently for another minute

or so until he stiffened up and we could all see that

he was cumming down my throat as his friends all

cheered.

When the show was over Kyra turned off the TV and Keary

said, "Well slut, after that you should be able to

deepthroat anyone with no trouble. I bet you're anxious

to try that thing in your cunt now, aren't you?"

I opened my mouth and tried to say that I wasn't the

least bit anxious. My throat was still in agony from

that horrible rape, but I didn't realize until I tried

that I couldn't talk. Nothing came out. Not even a

whisper!

While I was sitting there terrified that the damage was

going to be permanent they were all laughing and joking

about how I was now the perfect woman. I could be

fucked in all three holes and I didn't talk.

Jay's friend waited until the jokes died down and said,

"While Jay is resting up, how about if I try some of

that pussy out? I can't take much more of this."

Keary pushed me out of his lap and said, "I'm sorry

Lyle. I didn't mean to be a poor host. Here, fuck the

bitch. You can take her cunt or her ass but I think you

better let her throat rest for a while."

I was grateful for that small favor.

Kirk got up and said, "Hold on a second." He ran into

the house and came out with a tube of lubricant and a

throat spray.

I was grateful for both. I sprayed my throat liberally

and Lyle took the lubricant from him.

We went back to the lounge chair and he made me kneel

with my knees on the edge. He dropped his trunks and

kicked them away and as he started lubricating my ass

Kyra showed up with that damned camera. Did they have

to film everything?!

Lyle dabbed some of the grease on my ass and pushed a

little bit of it just inside of me. He applied a little

more of it to his cock and as he started lining his

cock up with my ass he said, "I've never fucked an ass

before. Most girls don't go for that shit. I've been

wondering what it was like."

I didn't know what it was like for him, but I knew how

much I hated it. It was just as painful as it had been

this morning. I cried out as his cock entered me. I

wasn't reassured that I had been able to make a sound

though. My attention was focused on what Lyle was

doing. I couldn't help it. It seemed like every muscle

in my body tensed up from the pain. I knew that was the

wrong thing to do but it was an involuntary reaction.

The pain was incredible.

As Lyle began to fuck my ass violently Kyra was filming

my facial expression. She grinned and said, "You think

that's bad bitch, wait until Jay takes a crack at your

nasty ass."

That was terrifying! I could just see myself going

through the rest of my life wearing diapers because of

the damage that Jay had caused.

Lyle was just as violent as all of the others seemed to

be. The pain in my ass began to fade and I became aware

of the pain in my knees where they rested on the end of

the lounge chair. I wanted desperately for this to be

over, even if it meant that Jay would fuck me again

with that huge cock of his.

I finally got my wish a couple of minutes later. Lyle

started pounding into me even harder and just before he

came I saw Jay standing beside us and watching closely.

He laughed and said, "Man! Look at them titties bounce!

I love the way that looks."

I could only imagine how it looked but I knew how it

felt. It hurt like hell. But I couldn't use my hands to

support them because I was holding on to the sides of

the lounge chair with all of my might as Lyle raped my

ass violently.

Finally he tensed up and buried his cock into me as far

as it would go. He held on tight and shivered as if he

were freezing. He groaned loudly and swore as he came

inside of me. And then it was over.

I was exhausted and I hurt all over. I wanted

desperately for this to all be over. But most of all, I

prayed that Jay hadn't gotten any ideas. I couldn't

possibly take that abnormally large organ in my ass.

Lyle stepped back finally and I fell off of the end of

the chair and curled up in the grass and cried

hysterically. No one cared though. Keary tossed the

plastic bottle of throat spray over and hit me with it.

I looked up and saw what had hit me and I sprayed my

throat again. The spray seemed to be helping. I didn't

know if I could talk yet. And my throat still felt like

it was on fire. But the pain seemed to be diminishing,

slowly.

While I was doing that Jay was putting the lounge chair

cushion back in the grass beside me.

When it was in position he nudged me with his foot. I

looked up and he said, "Go ahead and get comfortable

bitch. I'm going to stretch out that pussy of yours

now."

I crawled over to the cushion and lay on my back. I

closed my eyes as Jay used his foot to push my legs

farther apart. He dropped to his knees between my legs

and roughly fingered my pussy for a moment.

He said to his friends at the table, "Man, this bitch

is tight. I'm gonna love this almost as much as fucking

her throat."

Jay reached out and slapped my tits. I croaked when I

tried to scream in pain. It was all that I was capable

of. At least it was a sound.

He said, "Reach down there and line my cock up with

that little girl hole of yours cunt. Let's see if I can

fuck your throat from this end."

There was laughter and another spate of crude remarks

from the boys at the table as I reached down and

wrapped my hands around Jay's big cock and placed the

fat, swollen head at the entrance to my pussy.

I held onto the shaft to guide it as he started to

force his cock into me. It was so large that at first

it wouldn't go in. His thick shaft started to bend for

a second and then the head popped in past whatever had

been holding him back.

It hurt like hell and I cried out again. This time I

almost sounded human as I cried out in pain.

Jay stopped after his cock first entered me. It wasn't

for my benefit though. He lifted my legs up over his

shoulders and moved up over me. He inched up closer to

me on his knees and started driving his cock into me,

going deeper with each cruel thrust.

It was very painful and I cried out or grunted in pain

with each brutal stroke. As he worked his shaft into me

he kept up a running commentary for the benefit of his

buddies who were urging him to fuck me harder. He kept

telling them how tight my pussy was and how hot if felt

as it gripped his cock and all the while he was driving

it deeper and deeper.

Then, on his last violent stroke the last couple inches

of his cock entered me and as his pubic bone rammed

into mine he hit something inside of me and I screamed

in pain. There was an outburst of laughter and he

pulled back about half way and drove his cock back into

me again.

Again that incredible pain and again I screamed.

He started pulling out of me and this time he pulled

out until only the head was left in me. Just before he

started to drive it back in I felt something on my

lips. I opened my eyes and Keary was forcing a dirty

sock into my mouth. His eyes met mine and he said,

"Your fucking screaming is hurting my ears bitch. Now

open wide."

I opened my mouth and gagged as he stuffed that dirty

sock inside. I didn't actually taste anything. There

was more the sensation of cloth in my mouth than any

taste. But the smell was almost overpowering.

I didn't have long to think about that though. As soon

as Keary stepped back Jay drove his cock all the way

inside of me again. As he bottomed out I felt that

horrible pain again and it was more than I could stand.

I passed out again.

My luck didn't hold this time though. When I regained

consciousness he was still leaning over me and driving

his cock into me violently. Whatever his cock was

hitting inside of me must be getting numb. There was

still a great deal of pain, but not that white hot

poker in my stomach pain that there had been.

I grunted loudly now with every stroke and prayed for

it to end. I couldn't feel anything in my pussy now,

just the horrible pain deep inside of me. I wondered if

I was bleeding. I wondered if I was damaged permanently

at both ends now.

Towards the end he dropped my legs and dropped down on

top of me. He wrapped his arms around me and began to

grind his pelvis against mine as he came inside of me.

Now, in addition to the pain from his driving cock I

had his large body crushing me, making it almost

impossible to breathe.

When he finally got to his knees and the moved away I

pulled the sock out of my mouth and then I reached down

to see if there was blood between my legs. My hand came

away covered with slimy cum, but no blood. I rolled

over onto my side and curled up and covered my face

with my hands and cried uncontrollably.

Jay was finally sated and he sat with the others and

told them how good a fuck I was. Kyra wasn't through

filming though. She kicked me back over onto my back

and ordered me to spread my legs. She got some close-

ups of my cum covered, stretched out, red and swollen

pussy. Then she said, "Get your ass inside and clean up

cunt. You fucking stink."

I struggled to my feet and picked up the throat spray.

Every step I took was agony. My insides had been

pummeled by that oversized cock and if something wasn't

damaged it would be a miracle.

I was half way to the patio door when I felt the slime

start running out of me and start to slide down my

thighs. I cupped my hand over my pussy and rushed to

the bathroom in my suite off of the kitchen.

I sat on the toilet and used some toilet paper to wipe

my hands clean while my pussy drained. It probably

hadn't been that much cum, but it took a long time to

drain because it was so deep inside of me.

While I was sitting on the toilet I sprayed my throat

again. I tried to talk, just to see if I could. I

managed to say a few words. It was very painful and my

voice was so raspy that it was hard to understand what

I was saying. But I had hopes that my voice would soon

return. I had been afraid that I might never be able to

speak again.

I sat there until nothing was draining out of me any

longer. I was afraid to delay too long. I didn't want

to upset Keary. It didn't seem possible that my life

could get any worse. But I didn't want to take a

chance.

I got up and flushed the toilet and took a hot shower.

I brushed my teeth and used a large amount of

mouthwash. When I couldn't delay any longer I went back

out to the patio.

The sense of relief I experienced when I stepped

outside and saw that only the four Clark kids remained

was incredible. I knew that I was still in for a lot of

abuse before the day was over. But I could not have

stood another bout with Jay. I think I would have gone

right out of my mind if I had to take that cock of his

inside of me again tonight.

After I had gotten everyone another beer, myself

included, Keary ordered me to stand beside his chair.

He examined my pussy and said, "It looks as good as

new."

He stuck a couple of fingers up inside of me and I

jumped slightly. It was still very painful. He smiled

and said, "Yeah, you're going to be fine bitch. Can you

talk yet?"

I replied, "Not very well." My voice was raspy and it

hurt to talk, but they were satisfied that I was going

to survive that incredibly cruel attack. They laughed

at me and ordered me to sit down and drink my beer

before I went in and started supper.

I sat down and drank carefully. It hurt to swallow.

Keary said, "We'll let you rest until after supper, but

that was pretty hot. We're going to need some relief

after supper. I just thought I'd warn you."

I looked at him. I think it must have been a slightly

dazed look. I certainly felt dazed. Then they ignored

me and talked among themselves. Sometimes they talked

about me and how amused they were by what had been done

to me. They talked about Jay and his huge cock. Kyra

said, "I wonder what it would be like to fuck that

thing? I bet if I was on top and could control how much

of it went in that would be one wild fuck."

Kevin laughed and said, "I'm sure he'd let you. And I'd

be glad to hold the camera."

I watched her and the stupid little bitch actually

seemed to be considering it!

I finished my beer and asked what they wanted for

supper. They left it up to me and I went inside and

looked through the refrigerator. I started supper and,

after making sure that they weren't paying any

attention I had another beer. By the time supper was

ready I had drunk two more. I'm not much of a drinker

but I was really in need of the numbing properties of

alcohol at that moment.

After we ate they sat and watched me clean up the

kitchen and then we went into the living room. The fun

and games were apparently over for the day. Kyra didn't

bother with the camera. I had to provide them each with

an orgasm, including Kyra. But they didn't make me take

their cocks down my throat.

I was made to suck each of the boys and Keary and Kevin

both came in my mouth. Kirk let me suck him until he

was close to cumming and then he fucked my pussy from

behind. I was very tender still but it was bearable.

When I had finished Kirk off Kyra untied the strings on

her bikini bottoms and let the front of them fall away.

I crawled over to her and ate her out quickly. I think

that the torment that I had been subjected to today had

really excited her. She came the first time almost

immediately. She didn't settle for one though. I had to

eat her until she came again.

It was still early. It was only a little after nine.

But I was exhausted and I pleaded for permission to go

to bed. Keary said, "Sure, you can go to bed. But you

are sleeping with me tonight. Leave room for me in your

bed."

I was so desperately hoping for a good night's sleep

and a chance to recuperate from the horrors of this

day. I almost started crying again when he told me that

he was going to be sleeping with me. I knew that meant

that my chances of getting raped yet again tonight were

pretty high.

Keary said, "For the next two weeks we are going to

alternate sleeping with you. Maybe you'll get fucked a

little more, maybe you won't. I'll probably leave you

alone, at least until morning. I'm fucked out bitch.

You've drained me. But then, once I get in there and

get my hands on your hot little body, well, who knows

what will come up?"

I just nodded and went to my room. I went to the

bathroom and let Kirk's last little load of cum drain

out of me. I brushed my teeth and washed my face and

hands. Then I went to my bed and got under the covers.

Even though my mind was in turmoil I was exhausted and

I fell asleep almost instantly.

I slept through the night and when I awoke Sunday

morning Keary was sleeping beside me with his arm over

my waist and his hand resting over my tit. He was still

asleep though and I didn't move for fear of waking him.

I needed to go to the bathroom, but I was in no hurry

for the rapes to begin again.

It was probably close to half an hour later when I

heard a change in Keary's breathing and he started to

stir. I was dreading whatever the day ahead might hold

for me and I almost cried as I realized that now that

he was awake it was about to start again. I didn't know

just how quickly it was going to start, or just how

depraved the start would be.

When Keary finally was fully awake he realized right

away that I was awake too. He grabbed my tit and

squeezed it and when I squeaked in pain he chuckled and

said, "Come on cunt. Let's get started. We have a busy

day ahead of us today."

I didn't like the sound of that.

We got up and went into my bathroom. He pushed me down

on the toilet. I had no self respect left. It didn't

matter that he was standing there watching, I

immediately began to pee. As the loud stream of urine

splashed into the bowl Keary watched for a moment and

then he went over and turned the water on in the

shower.

I noticed before he woke up that he had a hard on. I

kept waiting for him to demand that I do something to

take care of it. But so far he was ignoring it.

That changed when we got into the shower. He turned the

shower head so that the water was aimed off to the side

and away from us and he pulled me around and leaned me

up against the shower wall. He kicked my legs apart and

started working his hard cock into my pussy from the

rear. I was still tender, but not as bad as I had been

yesterday. It would have been a lot easier if he had

provided some lubrication.

He worked his cock up inside of me and when it was

buried all the way in me I expected him to start

fucking. Instead, he stood still and wrapped his arms

around me and said, "Don't you dare move you stupid

cunt. If you do you'll be sorrier than you can possibly

imagine."

I was already sorrier than I could have imagined forty-

eight hours ago. But I almost lost it completely when

Keary sighed loudly and I felt something hot filling up

my insides. I didn't understand at first. When I

finally realized that he was pissing inside of me I

screamed in horror.

Despite his warnings I tried to pull away but he held

me tight and said, "I fucking warned you cunt! Now hold

still."

I stopped struggling. I stopped trying to get away. I

started crying hysterically. I could not even imagine

something like this happening to me. Every time I

thought I had reached rock bottom these perverted kids

found a new way to chip away at what little remained of

my sanity.

I felt my insides fill up with the hot, burning piss

and then it began to run out of me and down my legs. I

remained there, leaning up against the shower wall and

shaking my head. As the torment went on and on I could

only moan and murmur, "Oh god, I can't take any more of

this."

Keary, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the

hell out of it. He was squeezing my tits and groaning

with pleasure as he emptied his bladder into me. As the

strong stream slowly trickled to an end he left his

cock inside of me until his piss seemed to stop

draining.

When the draining stopped he grabbed my hair and pulled

his cock out of me. He turned me around and forced me

to my knees and ordered me to suck him off. I could

smell the strong odor of urine on his cock and balls,

but I was unable to resist anything they did to me any

longer. I was broken. I still felt the pain. I still

felt the humiliation. I still felt degraded beyond all

ability to cope. But I no longer had the will to resist

even the most obscene requests.

I took his semi hard cock into my mouth and sucked him

until he was hard again. After that he came quickly and

I was at least grateful that he didn't insist that I

use my throat to please him. I was just getting to the

point that I thought I might actually recover from that

violent rape that Jay had taken so much pleasure from,

and his friends had all enjoyed watching so much.

I guess that the more perverse the acts I was subjected

to were the more turned on Keary was. He came in a very

short time. After all of the sex he had enjoyed at my

expense since I showed up here I was afraid that he

would take longer. I suppose that when you are sixteen

you recover rapidly. He certainly had.

After I sucked him off we took a shower and by the time

I had washed him and then washed myself the urine had

drained out of me. I shut the water off and dried him

and then myself. Then we went out into the kitchen.

No one else had come down yet. He sat down and told me

where to find the coffee. I made a pot of coffee and

started breakfast. I served both of us a cup of coffee

when it was ready. Then I made toast and bacon and had

them in the oven keeping warm until the others came

down.

While we were waiting for his siblings to come down for

breakfast Keary told me that we were going out today to

shop for some new work clothes for me. He told me that

tomorrow, when I went into the office, all four of them

were coming in with me. They had some exciting plans

for me for the next two weeks.

He didn't say any more than that. But that was enough

to scare me. Were they going to make it so I couldn't

work there after these two weeks? I had enough trouble

now dealing with the office Lotharios. I had a pretty

good idea of what these kids would want to make me wear

to work. I knew that it would be something outrageous.

But if they were coming with me when I went to the

office then they must have something worse than showing

me off in mind.

I waited until Keary finished tormenting me with hints

about what tomorrow would be like for me. While he

talked he watched me, enjoying my fear, my dread. But

as horrible as the prospect of dressing the way they

were going to dress me was, and submitting to whatever

future degrading sexual torments he had in mind for me,

there was something else that I dreaded more.

I couldn't decide if it would be a mistake to bring it

up and let him know how desperate I was to avoid any

one thing that he could do to me. There was the very

real possibility that knowing how much I feared it he

would make sure that it happened. Or in this case,

happened again. But I was terrified that he was going

to let Jay rape me again. I might survive having him

rape my pussy again. I'm not sure, but I might. It was

incredibly painful and I still didn't know that he

didn't damage something inside of me.

But if I did have to submit to him again, there was no

way I could survive that huge cock in my throat again,

or my ass.

I had to say something. It was praying on my mind and

above everything else I had to try to avoid those two

things.

I quietly asked, "Sir, may I ask you something?"

Keary smiled at me. It didn't take much intelligence to

know how much he enjoyed the submission and the fear in

my voice when I spoke.

"What is it cunt?" he asked arrogantly.

I took a deep breath and said, "Please sir. I'm begging

you. I'll do anything you tell me to do. But please,

don't let that boy, Jay, don't let him do that to my

throat again. Or my ass. Please sir, it hurt so much. I

thought I was going to die. It hurts so much when he

fucks my pussy, but I'll let him do that if I have to.

But please, not the others. I'll do anything for you if

you don't let him do that again."

He looked at me with an evil grin on his face. He made

me wait a very long time before he finally responded,

"Anything? You'll do anything I want for the rest of

the two weeks? Well, first of all you stupid cunt, I

can make you do anything I want anyway. But if you want

to make that deal I'll take you up on it."

"You know how dirty my mind is though. I'm not going to

make it easy on you. If you want to make that deal

though, then okay, I accept. Just remember, the first

time you refuse to do anything I'm calling Jay and this

time he's going to fuck all three holes. Remember that

when I make you do something so fucking sick it makes

you want to puke. Because the chances are that I will."

Now that we had an agreement I wasn't sure if I had won

or lost. I knew that Keary was the biggest pervert that

I was likely to meet in my entire life. But as bad as

his dirty mind was, I could not face the prospect of

having my throat and my ass raped by Jay. When this was

all over I might end up having to move to the other

side of the country. But for now I could only think of

keeping that huge cock out of my throat and my ass.

By the time we finished our coffee the others had

started drifting down to breakfast. When everyone had

come down I asked everyone how they wanted their eggs

and went to the stove and cooked them to order.

Keary and I were the only ones drinking coffee and I

served the other three kids orange juice.

When the eggs were ready I served breakfast for

everyone all at once. I poured Keary and me another cup

of coffee and as soon as I sat down Keary stood up and

moved over and stood beside me. He pulled his cock out

and aimed it at my breakfast plate and began to

masturbate.

The others watched in amusement for a moment and then

Kevin got up and stood on the other side of me and he

too began to masturbate. I watched in disgust as within

a minute of each of each other they came on my

breakfast. When they sat down Kirk took his turn. By

the time they had finished there was a coating of slimy

cum all over my bacon and eggs.

When Kirk stepped away Keary said, "Eat up bitch. You

know how good that protein is for that long red hair of

yours."

I stared down at my plate and despite everything I had

been through I felt very close to vomiting as I looked

at what they had done to my breakfast. But I glanced at

Keary and I knew what the alternative was. I picked up

my fork and mixed the eggs and cum together and stirred

it up. Then I ate it. I cleaned up my plate as they all

watched in amusement.

While we ate, Keary told them about our shower this

morning and how he had used me for a urinal. Kyra was

pissed that he didn't let her know in advance so that

she could film it, or at least watch it. She had a

nasty look in her eyes. It was apparent that she found

the idea of Keary using me for a urinal highly erotic,

or at least very entertaining. There is something not

right about all four of these kids. But she has to be

worst. A woman, or girl, should not be excited by the

rape and degradation of another woman. There is just

something very wrong about how much she enjoys what is

happening to me.

I managed to get my breakfast down without getting

sick. When everyone was finished I cleaned up the

kitchen and put the dishes in the dishwasher.

Except for Keary the others were already dressed. Keary

went up to his room to get ready and Keary told Kyra to

find me something to wear. They all seemed to know

where we were going. I guess they had talked it over

amongst themselves.

I followed Kyra to her room and she went to her closet

and brought out a miniskirt. I put it on, without

underwear of course. She stepped back and looked at me

and she said, "Roll the waistband over and pull it up a

little. I think you know what effect I'm going for."

I sighed and rolled the waistband over. I pulled the

skirt up an inch and looked in the mirror. The hemline

was right at crotch level. It wasn't as bad as the

dress I wore yesterday. But it was awful all the same.

Kyra liked it though. She smiled and went to her

dresser and looked through two drawers until she found

the crop top she was looking for. She pulled it out and

tossed it to me and told me to put it on.

I had never worn a crop top in my life. I located the

label and turned it around. I saw that there was

writing on the front but I couldn't read it until I

pulled the top on. The top was very thin and didn't

quite reach to the bottom of my boobs. Almost an inch

of the bottom curve of my breasts was visible. But the

worst part was that I could now read the writing on the

front of top.

In big black letters all across my chest it said, "I

NEVER WEAR UNDERWEAR". In smaller letters underneath it

said, "Go ahead, see for yourself!"

Just as I was putting on Kyra's high heels again Keary

came in to see what she had selected for me. He looked

me over and grinned. He said, "If anyone decides to

look you will let them. Won't you?"

I said, "Yes sir."

Then we went downstairs and got in the SUV. I sat

between Kirk and Kevin in the back and before we even

got out of the garage they had their hands all over me

and my top pulled up around my neck.

It was unpleasant. But by this time it wasn't as

traumatic as this kind of treatment had been yesterday

morning. Too much had happened since I woke up and

found out I was a sexy toy.

We drove to the Salvation Army Store on the other side

of town. I wasn't even allowed to straighten my clothes

out until I was out of the car. It was pretty

humiliating, but I don't think anyone was around to

notice. The parking lot was all but empty.

We went inside and headed for the racks of women's

clothing. They weren't in a hurry and we all stayed

together and looked at everything that was my size or

anywhere near my size. But they only selected the most

revealing, the most humiliating outfits for me. They

only needed enough for five days. They figured that I

could wear each one twice and then their father would

be home and I would have to start dressing more

appropriately again. They had in mind that I would

begin to dress more provocatively on my own after that.

But I was anxious for this to be over so that I could

return to my conservative clothing and my conservative

lifestyle.

They selected things that I could never have worn if

Mr. Clark was in town. One of the dresses was nearly as

short as the skirt I had on. But that wasn't the worst

thing about it. The top was totally sheer. There was a

vest with it. But the vest had no closure and was very

tiny. It would be obvious that my breasts were all but

naked under it.

There was another dress that was short but looked

reasonably proper until you looked closely. There were

half inch stripes of sheer material running diagonally.

It would have been a very pretty dress and totally

acceptable over a slip.

The third dress they selected was a sundress that had a

bib style top. It was backless and tied behind the

neck. It wasn't that bad, for a day at the park. It was

totally inappropriate for the office. And it was going

to be worse. Kyra explained to Keary how much more

exciting it would be if the top was tied loosely

allowing it to fall away and hang away from by body.

The last two outfits that they selected were two micro

miniskirts and two sheer blouses. I would have been

self conscious if I were to wear those blouses with a

slip. I knew that I wouldn't have a slip to wear for

the next two weeks. I would be sitting in my office

with my breasts exposed.

Mr. Clark's company was very successful. But it did not

have a lot of employees. Everyone knew everyone else.

There were only about twenty-five people working there.

I don't mean that we were all friends and we didn't all

see each other every day. But everyone that saw me

would know who I was and what office I worked in. I

didn't think that it was going to be possible for me to

continue working there after Mr. Clark returned. And I

didn't yet know what these kids had planned for me

beyond making me wear these outrageous outfits to work.

Keary said that they would be going to work with me

tomorrow. So I knew that they had something planned.

I tried on all five outfits before we left and they

were every bit as bad as I thought they were. That

dress with the diagonal stripes of sheer material moved

around on my body as I moved. I tried it on and stood

in front of the mirror and when I turned I saw one

nipple and a flash of pubic hair. I turned around and I

could plainly see the crack of my ass through two of

the half inch diagonal stripes.

I can't even describe how naked I felt in the two sheer

blouses. I am not exaggerating, they were not semi

sheer. They were sheer. They were almost invisible. But

the scariest one was probably the sundress with the bib

top. I came out of the fitting room and Kyra went

behind me and untied it behind my neck and retied it

with a lot of extra slack. It drooped down and sagged

away from my body. A large area of my cleavage became

visible, but worse than that, the sides of my breasts

were exposed. When Kyra ordered me to lean forward my

breasts were totally exposed.

She ordered me to straighten up again and looked at the

bib top and said to Keary, "I think it would be better

if we took the sides in a little."

Keary grinned and agreed.

When I had tried everything on and when I was finished

I put Kyra's miniskirt and crop top back on. When I was

dressed Keary said, "I want you to go over there and

look at the men's clothes until we come for you."

I looked over towards the racks of men's clothes and I

saw what he had in mind. There were three young black

men looking through the racks.

I said, "Yes sir," but my heart was beating so rapidly

as I made my way over to the three men that I thought I

might be having a heart attack.

The kids kept an eye on me while they went to pay for

my new wardrobe. I walked over to the three men who

seemed to be together and started looking at men's

clothes right beside them.

They spotted me right away of course. But it was a

minute before they saw the writing on the crop top that

I was wearing.

One of them whispered something to the other two and

then he turned to me and said, "I like your outfit."

I tried to smile. I knew that Keary wanted this to

happen to humiliate me. I thanked him for the

compliment and turned to face them. The one that had

spoken looked around and then he bent towards me as if

he were going to kiss me. Instead, he reached out and

put his hand on my upper thigh, only an inch below my

pussy.

He watched closely and when my only reaction was a

sharp intake of breath he smiled and moved his hand all

the way up to my pussy. When his hand came into contact

with my naked flesh his breath seemed to catch and he

said to his friends, "The bitch ain't lyin' dudes.

There ain't nothin' under that skirt but pussy and

ass."

One of them moved around behind me and after glancing

around his hand came to rest on the back of my thigh

and then slid quickly up to cover my left butt cheek.

He squeezed it firmly and said, "I'll be god damned!"

The first man said, "What's the deal bitch? You

hookin'?"

I shook my head. But I didn't know what to say to him.

I glanced over at Keary and the four of them had paid

for my new clothes and were just watching me in

amusement. I finally said, "That guy over there," and I

nodded towards Keary, "told me to come over here to

look at clothes."

He looked at Keary and asked, "Is he your pimp?"

I shook my head.

They didn't know what to make of me now. The one with

his hand on my pussy asked, "Do you put out for free?"

Fuck! I don't know! I didn't know what I was supposed

to say.

I was almost relieved when I saw them walking over to

me finally. I harbored the faint hope that they would

take me out of here. But it was very faint.

Keary came around the rack and walked up and said,

"Good morning gentlemen. Pretty fucking hot, isn't

she?"

The three black men were checking out Keary and the

other three kids. They didn't know what to make of us.

Hell, I didn't know what to make of us! I had no idea

what Keary had in mind when he sent me over here.

The black men started thinking they were getting jerked

around I guess and they were starting to look like they

were getting upset. The one who was still holding his

hand on my pussy said, "What's the deal man? She says

she ain't a ho and you ain't her pimp. But she's

standing here with her shit all hanging out and letting

us feel her ass up. Is this how you get your rocks?"

Keary smiled disarmingly and said, "No man. We ain't

playing with you. We're playing with her. If you want

to fuck her, or get sucked off, let's go somewhere

quiet. No charge man. She hates it, but she has to do

what we say."

The black guys looked at each other and then the one

who seemed to be taking the lead said, "If this is some

kind of fucking game your running it ain't gonna be us

that gets hurt."

Keary said, "No game man. You want to fuck her? Then

let's go outside."

The three men shrugged and the two that were groping me

finally let go. They followed us out to the SUV and

waited while Kevin and Kirk put the bags in the back.

Then Keary said, "Okay, unless you got a place nearby,

you want to take the bitch around back or what?"

The one that had been groping my ass said, "I got a van

right over there. We can use that."

We looked where he was pointing. He had an older, beat

up windowless work van parked all by itself a couple of

rows over from us. We followed them to the van and he

opened the sliding side door and pushed some tool boxes

out of the way. They all looked around to see if anyone

was watching and Keary said, "Okay cunt. Give me your

clothes."

I didn't bother to look around. I pulled the crop top

off and unrolled the waistband on the skirt. I

unbuttoned it and stepped out of it. Keary took both

items of clothing from me and handed them to Kirk to

hold. I climbed into the dirty van naked.

One of the black men climbed in behind me and sat on a

tool box. He pulled his zipper down and worked his

already hard cock out and said, "Okay bitch. Let's see

what you got."

I stared at his cock for a moment. It was the first

time I had seen a black cock. The man was very dark

complected but his cock was coal black. It was only

slightly larger than Keary's though, so I wasn't

intimidated by it, not like I had been with Jay.

My throat was still sore, but before long I was taking

the man's cock into my throat. He and his two friends

all thought that was pretty exciting. I didn't notice

any difference between sucking a black cock and a white

one. I wondered if the cum would be different. I was a

long time finding out. Despite my newly developed

deepthroat skills he lasted a very long time. He

watched me working on his cock and except that he had a

hard on he didn't even seem to be that into it. But

finally I detected a difference in his breathing and he

started moaning quietly and his eyes closed and then he

started cumming.

The first spurt went down my throat but I caught the

rest in my mouth and finished him off with my hand.

When he finally finished my mouth was full. I took my

mouth away and swallowed and then I gently licked his

cock clean.

His cum tasted just like cum to me. If I had been

blindfolded I would never have known that I had just

sucked off my first black man.

He put his cock away and zipped his pants up. Then he

patted me on the head and said, "Good girl. We should

do this again sometime."

I just waited on my knees for him to get out and the

next man to climb in. They were all standing around the

side door of the van watching and I hoped that watching

had gotten the next two men excited. I would hate to

have all three of them last this long.

The next one in was the one that had been holding my

pussy and doing most of the talking. He climbed in and

pushed me down onto my hands and knees and he got

behind me. I heard him unfastening his pants and he

pushed my knees a little further apart. I felt the head

of his cock sliding between my legs and through my slit

which I was surprised to find was damp.

I reached down and guided his cock into me and he

started stroking me with long, steady, slow, very

pleasant strokes. To be honest, my husband was a

terrible lover. I am guilty of not giving him many

opportunities to improve his skills. But he was

terrible. He had the same basic technique as the three

Clark kids. Fast, violent strokes and get it over with

as quickly as possible.

So I had never been fucked like this before. It didn't

hurt. His cock was nice and large but not immense and

his strokes were not violent or brutal and I was

embarrassed when I realized that I was really kind of

enjoying it. I had never enjoyed being fucked before!

He fucked me like that for a long time and I felt the

pleasure building. He sped up a little and shortly

before he reached orgasm he reached around me and

teased my clit with one hand and played with my nipples

with the other and suddenly I was cumming. I was coming

from getting fucked! I didn't think that was possible!

I moaned loudly and bit down on my arm to keep from

screaming in pleasure. My pussy clamped down on his

cock and he started cumming inside of me. He sped up a

little more and started calling me all kinds of nasty

names. I didn't care though. I had not felt that good

since…hell, I had never felt that good! A shower

massager was nothing compared to this!

He came to a stop after he filled me with his cum. He

stayed there with his cock buried in me for a long time

before he finally pulled out of me. He reached out of

van and took my skirt from Kirk and used it to wipe his

cock and then he put it away.

And then there was one. I glanced around as the man

that had just fucked me got out. I noticed the

amusement on the faces of the Clarks. They seemed to

find it very entertaining that I had reached orgasm

while being fucked by this black man in a work van. And

of course, that little bitch Kyra was capturing my

humiliation with her digital movie camera for god knows

who to see later.

The last of the black men got in the van and sat on the

tool box in front of me. He looked at me and said, "You

are a hot piece of ass. I would love to fuck you. But I

have never had a cunt take me down her throat like you

did for Kasey just now. I want to see what that's

like."

He unbuckled his pants and slid them down. I was

relieved when he revealed a normal sized cock. You hear

all these rumors about black guys but these three guys

were all pretty normal.

I bent down and took him into my mouth and sucked him

off, taking him down my throat on every stroke. He was

really enjoying it and he was very vocal. He made nasty

comments and swore constantly as I sucked him off.

Fortunately he didn't last as long as the first guy. It

was probably only ten minutes before I felt him stiffen

up and I milked his cock dry.

After I swallowed he put his clothes together and got

out. Keary pulled me out and told Kirk to give me my

skirt. As I put it on the black guy that did all the

talking said, "I still don't get it. That is one hot

young piece of ass. If that bitch was mine I wouldn't

be making her put out to strangers in parking lots. Did

she do something to piss you off?"

Kyra smiled and spoke for the first time. "No, she

didn't piss us off. She is supposed to be our

babysitter while our folks are out of town on vacation.

We just like playing with her. But it's for her own

good. Believe it or not the bitch had never sucked a

cock before Friday night. Look how far she has come in

less than forty-eight hours."

They still didn't understand. But then, neither did I.

The one doing all the talking looked confused and he

said, "Yeah, you taught her how to suck a cock. Great.

I still don't understand why."

Keary laughed and said, "Just for the fun of it. We are

having the time of our lives treating her like a little

sex slave. Not to mention all the pussy and the great

head we're getting."

He just shook his head and the van owner closed it up

and they went back inside. We went back to the SUV. On

the ride home I was left alone. I guess they didn't

feel like playing with me when I was freshly fucked by

a handful of strangers.

I wasn't worried. I was reasonably certain that I

wouldn't be left alone for very long.

As soon as we got back to the house I was ordered to

unload the car. I asked where the laundry room was so

that I could wash my brand new used clothes. I was

given directions to the room in the basement where the

washer and dryer were located.

I went down and separated my new outfits and started

washing them. Then I went to my room and brushed my

teeth and took a shower. I thought wryly that I was

brushing my teeth more often now than ever before in my

life. It didn't do much good though. I seemed to always

have the taste of a fresh load of male cum in my mouth.

I went out to the kitchen and got a glass of water and

then back down to the laundry room. I took the first

load of clothes out of the washer and put them in the

dryer and put the second in the washer. I stayed down

there as the second load washed. I wasn't anxious to

rejoin the kids and receive more of their unwanted

attention.

Unfortunately the little bit of laundry that I had was

all done in forty minutes. I was grateful for the time

alone but I knew I couldn't stay down there

indefinitely. It was time to start dinner though. Maybe

they would leave me alone while I was doing that.

As I passed through the house on the way to my rooms I

could see the kids out by the pool. I glanced out and

saw that all four of them were naked now. Apparently

Kyra was losing her inhibitions quickly.

I hung my new clothes in my closet. They had unlocked

my closet this morning but forbidden me to touch any of

my old clothes. They were no longer worried that I

would try to escape.

After I put my new clothes away I returned to the

kitchen and started looking through the food on hand to

see what I could make for supper. I didn't know what

kind of meals these kids were used to. If they were

expecting gourmet meals they were going to be very

disappointed in my cooking skills.

I made some stuffed pork chops and home fries and

creamed corn. I set the kitchen table and put the food

out when it was ready and then, reluctantly, called the

kids in to eat. It had been nice to be left alone for

nearly two hours. I was surprised that they hadn't

checked on me.

They came in when I called them and after I served them

what they wanted to drink I joined them for dinner.

They talked among themselves like a typical group of

spoiled teenagers and ignored me until supper was over.

It had been the first time since Thursday evening that

I had eaten a full meal and I was stuffed. They sat and

watched as I cleaned up the table and the kitchen and

started the dishwasher. Then my free time was over.

They led me back out to the patio and after I served

Keary a beer and the others a soft drink there was

another round of orgasms for them.

As usual, they used me in order of seniority by age.

Each time this happened it was becoming less traumatic.

My body had more or less recovered from the abuse of

yesterday afternoon and the things that I did this

evening weren't painful.

I took Keary into my throat and sucked him off but I

was getting used to his normal sized cock in my throat

and it was over quickly. Kevin decided that he wanted

to fuck my ass. But he used a lubricant. He didn't

stretch me out first. He greased both of us up though

and after some initial discomfort it was bearable.

I ate Kyra out quickly. She had lost her shyness about

being naked in front of her brothers and we ignored

them as I knelt and licked and sucked her pussy until

she came. I still hated doing it. But the shock was

gone. It was just one more unpleasant thing I had to

do.

Kirk was last and he was the only one of the four that

demanded anything extra. He lifted his legs and said,

"Eat my ass out the way you did for Kyra yesterday. I

want to see what that feels like."

I got down between his legs and he rested is legs on my

shoulders. I lifted them with my hands and started

licking his ass crack and as soon as my tongue touched

him he realized that this was something that he liked,

a lot! His whole body seemed to tremble with pleasure

and he moaned each time my tongue touched him.

He made me keep it up for a long time before he said,

"Christ! That's fucking fantastic! I need to cum now

cunt. Suck me off."

I lowered his legs and took his hard, wet cock into my

mouth. He came very quickly. After I swallowed he

slowly got up and we returned to the table and joined

his sister and brothers. He told them all how wonderful

it felt having me eat his ass and Kyra seconded that

opinion.

I didn't mind it so much. It was degrading, but they

were clean when they made me do these things. It was

hard to do for long periods of time. My tongue and my

jaw became very tired quickly. Unfortunately it sounded

like I was going to be doing a lot more of it in the

future.

The rest of the evening was pretty quiet and we went to

bed at a reasonable time since I had to go in to work

tomorrow and they were planning to accompany me. I knew

that it was going to be a horrible and humiliating day

and I was worried sick about what they were planning.

This was Kevin's night to sleep with me. He followed me

to my bedroom when we all adjourned for the night. We

were both naked already and he went to bed immediately.

I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and washed

up a little. I joined him in bed and when I lay down

beside him he turned on his side and began to explore

my body.

He had already had sex with me numerous times over the

last three days, in every way possible as far as I

could tell. He had had many opportunities to grope my

breasts and my pussy. But now he took advantage of the

opportunity to really get familiar with my body.

As his fingers explored the most sensitive areas of my

body he said, "You are the first woman I have ever seen

naked. Well, up close anyway. We have spied on Kyra but

it isn't quite the same. It was exciting, but I didn't

really get to learn that much about a woman's body."

I was surprised at his admission. Apparently he had

been a virgin on Friday when he and his brothers raped

me for the first time. I wouldn't have guessed it. He

hadn't seemed any more inept than most of the other

males that were raping me since I came to this house.

He teased my nipples and watched them harden and he

moved his fingers lightly over my body. I hated to

admit it. But it felt nice. I tried not to react to his

touch but I couldn't stop my nipples from growing long

and hard or my pussy from beginning to get moist.

I watched his face at first. I was surprised at the

look of wonder on it. After exploring my body he said,

"With the others watching I couldn't really get to

explore and learn about your body. They would have

given me a hard time. It's pretty exciting. I like the

way your skin feels and the way that your body reacts."

He moved down between my legs after several long

minutes and lifted them and spread them wide. He lay

with his face only a foot from my pussy and after

exploring the outside he spread me open and tried to

see inside.

He examined me quietly for a few minutes and then he

asked, "You're all wet, does that mean that you are

turned on?"

I wasn't sure how to answer. I thought about it for

minute and finally answered as honestly as I could. "It

means that my body is reacting to your touch. It

doesn't mean that I am getting excited. There is a

difference in how my mind and my body react to things

like this. What you are doing stimulates me physically,

but not mentally or emotionally. You are provoking a

purely physical response to stimulation that my mind

cannot control."

He was a smart kid and after taking a minute to think

about it he seemed to understand.

He moved his fingers through my moist slit and lightly

brushed them over my clit. I gasped in reaction to his

touch and he opened my slit and looked at my slightly

extended clit. It didn't get all that big when I got

aroused.

He looked at it and asked, "Is that your clit?"

I nodded.

He asked, "Does it feel like my cock feels when someone

touches it?"

That was a silly question! "I don't know Kevin. I've

never had a cock."

He laughed and said, "You've had a lot of cock. You

just don't get to keep them."

As awful as this situation is I had to struggle not to

laugh when he said that.

The character of my struggle changed when he leaned

down and kissed the tight crease of my vulva. He kissed

me several times and then his tongue began to explore

me. I hated how wonderful it felt. I didn't want to

enjoy what these boys did to me and didn't want them to

see me enjoying it. I couldn't help it though. His

tongue moved all around and as I became more and more

aroused it must have been obvious to him.

Before very long his tongue moved up and caressed my

swollen clit and I was no longer able to lay still. He

held me down and after licking me a little longer he

took my clit into his mouth and sucked and licked it

until I groaned and had an orgasm.

He kept licking and finally I had to push him away. He

looked up at me and saw that I was crying. He asked, "I

just made you cum. Why are you crying?"

I struggled to get myself under control and I said,

"Because you are raping me! Everything you and your

brothers and your sister do to me is rape. I don't want

to have an orgasm from being raped. It's humiliating!"

He looked confused. He sounded confused when he said,

"I didn't rape you! I was just trying to make you feel

good."

I responded, "Everything you do to me is done against

my will. That is rape. I am a prisoner in this house

and I am being kept naked and raped constantly. It

infuriates me that my body would react the way it does.

I understand it on a conscious level, but it infuriates

me none the less."

I thought for just a second that I might be getting

through to him, that I might have found a spark of

humanity in one of the three boys after all.

I thought that right up until he smiled and said,

"Yeah, I guess you're right. But shit! It sure is fun.

I like having a good looking girl around that I can

fuck any time I want."

With that he moved up over my body and smiled down at

me and said, "And right now that's what I want."

He moved his hard cock around until he located the

entrance to my vagina and he plunged it all the way in

with one violent stroke. He was back to his old self.

He dropped down onto me and wrapped his arms around me

and nearly suffocated me as he raped me again.

I closed my eyes and cried quietly until it was over.

My pussy had recovered from the trauma that Jay had

caused me yesterday. I had been raped a half a dozen

times today. But it had been by men, or boys, with

normal sized cocks and there had been rest periods in

between. I wasn't crying because I was in pain. I was

crying because my body no longer belonged to me and the

constant abuse and humiliation was getting to be more

than I could take.

Well, maybe not more than I could take. Perhaps it was

just exactly as much as I could stand. I saw no way out

for the next twelve days. Somehow I just had to endure

this for that long.

When he had finished fucking me Kevin collapsed on top

of me for a long time. I felt like I was smothering. I

could hardly catch my breath. But I didn't fight him.

He finally rolled off of me. He lay on his back and

said, "Okay cunt. Clean me up and then we can get some

sleep."

I moved down and licked and sucked his cock and his

balls clean and then he pulled me back up beside him

and wrapped his arm and one leg over me and went to

sleep that way.

I lay there awake for a long time with his deep, steady

breathing in my ear. I couldn't sleep. Not until he

finally rolled over. Then I got comfortable and cried

myself to sleep.

I slept fitfully that night, waking often and laying in

the dark worrying about what the kids had planned for

me when I got to work. I awoke for the last time to

find Keary getting into bed with me and crawling on top

of me. Kevin was gone and I heard the shower running.

I looked up at Keary and when he saw that I was awake

he said, "It's about fucking time." Then he plunged his

hard cock into me.

I was dry and it was uncomfortable but I was starting

to get used to that. At least we were in my bed and it

was unlikely that he was going to use me for a urinal

this morning.

He used me to get off and after his orgasm he got up

and stood beside the bed. His slimy cock was inches

from my face. I leaned forward and took him into my

mouth and cleaned his cock and balls. While I was

sucking him clean he pointed to one of the dresses they

had bought for me yesterday and said, "Get cleaned up

and put that on and come out to the kitchen. We need to

get into your office early and get set up, so don't

dawdle."

After Keary left I took a shower. Kevin was drying off

when I entered my bathroom. He smiled at me and said,

"I was pretty disappointed. I wanted to piss in you

like Keary did yesterday but he didn't want to wait. He

needed to fuck you. But I'll get my chance later."

I had no idea what they got out of that. It was the

most disgusting thing that I could imagine. I suppose

that is why they thought that it was fun, because it

degraded me so.

I didn't want to dwell on that though. I tried to force

it out of my mind. It wasn't hard to do. That was a

future humiliation. I was more concerned at present

with the humiliations that they had planned for today.

I took a shower and dried off. I brushed my teeth and

hair. In the bedroom I looked at the dress I was to

wear today. It was very short. But that wasn't the real

problem. They had selected the dress with the sheer top

and the short vest that nominally covered my breasts.

I stared at it for a moment and then put it on. I

hadn't been told what shoes to wear. I still had Kyra's

with the three inch heels though and I was pretty sure

that was what they had in mind. If I was going to have

to keep wearing them I would have to shop for a pair in

my size. They were very uncomfortable.

I went out to the kitchen and the kids were all ready

to go. I had a glass of juice and made a sandwich for

my lunch and we left.

It was still very early. Rush hour hadn't started yet.

We got to the office before anyone else and Keary

parked in his father's parking space.

Kevin got a large box out of the back of the SUV and we

went to the door. Usually Mr. Clark or I got to work

before anyone else, so I had a key to the door. I let

us in and we headed straight for my office at the end

of the hallway.

Keary ordered me to sit in a visitor's chair and stay

out of the way. I watched as they took things out of

the box and went around the office setting them up. I

noticed that they were careful to put them where they

wouldn't be obvious.

Keary attached something to my computer before he

turned it on and then he sat at my desk and I assume

that he was setting up whatever it was he had attached.

Kevin and Kyra were in their father's office. I

couldn't see them but they had taken handfuls of the

same strange looking gizmos with them that Keary and

Kirk were setting up in my office.

When Keary was finished he went through the door into

his father's office and a few minutes later the three

of them came back out. Whatever they had been doing

they were finished.

Keary called me over and removed my vest. He sat me

down in my chair and turned on my monitor. When it came

on I saw two dozen little squares, each with a

different view of my office or Mr. Clark's office.

He showed me how I could click on one of the squares

and suddenly my screen was filled with a high quality,

color camera view. He clicked on the camera that showed

me at my desk. My breasts were plainly visible. The

dark spots that were my nipples stood out alarmingly.

Keary reached down and teased my nipples and said,

"Here are the rules for today and the next two weeks,

cunt. If anyone comes in you are to be very nice to

them. If they want to look or better yet touch you then

you are to encourage them. If they want one of your

great blowjobs or if they want to bend you over the

desk and fuck you then you take them into my dad's

office and do it in there. You don't say no to anyone

unless they try to talk you into going somewhere else.

If they try to get you to leave you insist on using my

dad's office."

"If no one has the balls to take advantage of a cunt

dressed like you are then you are to find someone to

have sex in some form with. You must have guys hitting

on you all the time. They are going to be getting lucky

in the next two weeks."

He squeezed my nipple hard and asked threateningly,

"Aren't they cunt?"

The pain in my nipple drove the breath right out of me.

I gasped and nodded vigorously.

He released my nipple and straightened up. Then he

said, "I want you to do two men a day at a minimum, one

in the morning and one in the afternoon. If no one else

comes in you should at least be able to seduce the guy

from the mailroom. Then you only need one more guy. Any

questions?"

I shook my head. It was even worse than I had feared. I

had hoped that they would settle for degrading me with

this horrible dress. I couldn't imagine fucking anyone

that asked for the next two weeks. There were some guys

that worked here that were always hitting on me. I had

always responded as if I knew that they were just

kidding, but I knew that if I had said yes they would

have jumped at the chance. Now I was going to have to

say yes.

Keary said, "One other thing. The only thing that you

can do on your computer for the next two weeks is

minimize those pictures, play solitaire or a little

typing. Don't shut it off. Those pictures are being

transmitted to us at home and we are going to be

watching you.

He handed me an envelope and said, "Open this just

before you leave at five o'clock."

Then they left.

I watched them leave quietly. I was too shocked to

think clearly. I put the envelope he had given me on my

desk and stared at it. I knew that it was going to be

something bad. Everything he came up with was degrading

or humiliating, or painful.

In the next hour or so I didn't see anyone. The phone

rang a couple of times and I handled the calls in the

appropriate manner. Things didn't start going downhill

until almost eight thirty. I was working on a few

things that were left over from Friday. I had a couple

of letters to type and some files that needed something

done with them before Mr. Clark returned.

I looked up when my office door opened. It had been so

quiet in the office that the sudden movement startled

me. John, one of the men that have always come by my

office to flirt with me stuck his head in the door and

started to speak when he noticed my dress. He stopped

speaking suddenly and stared. I wanted more than

anything to cover my breasts but I knew that Keary

would punish me if I did.

I saw him swallow with apparent difficulty and then he

stepped into my office and closed the door behind him.

He leaned against my door and just stared for a very

long time. He cleared his throat after a couple of

minutes and finally he spoke.

"Good morning Gail. I just came by to see if you were

lonely with the boss out of town. I have to say, I love

your new dress. It is new, isn't it? I'm sure I'd

remember if I had seen that before."

I had reached a point after being raped steadily for

three nights and two days that I could deal with the

mental trauma of it. But this, being forced to

humiliate myself in front of the people that I work

with, being forced to throw myself at them, it was like

the first time I was raped all over again.

I looked at John and said, "Good morning John."

I saw in his face that he heard the nervousness in my

voice. Neither of us spoke for a moment. I glanced at

my computer and wondered if those four monstrous teens

were sitting at home watching me at this moment. I had

to assume that they were. I looked back at the look of

amazement on John's face as he stared at my all but

naked breasts and said nervously, "It is a little quiet

in here with Mr. Clark away."

He seemed to take that as an invitation. He stepped

away from the door and walked over to stand in front of

my desk. I watched him as he came closer. He obviously

couldn't believe what he was seeing.

John was an executive in the sales department. He was

in his late forties or early fifties and a little

overweight, though he was not an unattractive man. He

was married and kept a picture of his wife and his two

sons on his desk, as well as pictures of his son's

wives and families.

It had always bothered me that he had spent so much

time flirting with me. Maybe he was just being overly

friendly. He didn't ask me out or get fresh or

anything. It was just an undercurrent of insidious

remarks that were almost, but not quite innocent.

And now he was about to "get lucky."

I tried to smile at him. It was an uncomfortable,

obviously timid smile. I could tell from the stiff way

it felt on my face. I returned to the opening he had

given me about the dress. "Yes John, this is a new

dress. It was a gift. I don't normally wear clothes

like this, as you know. My friend thinks that I need to

lighten up a little. I'm glad you like it."

He nodded and said, "It does seem a little out of

character for you." There was a pause and he said, "You

have beautiful breasts Gail. They look perfect."

I was already blushing. It was so much worse, having to

do these things with people that I knew and worked

with. I had to fight to keep from crying again. I was

terrified of upsetting Keary and getting home to find

out that he had invited Jay back over so that he could

use that huge cock on me again.

I knew that I had to let John have sex with me. In

fact, I had to encourage him. It would have been easier

if he would just come right out and ask me, or even

tell me. But I suppose that he was too afraid of saying

something inappropriate and getting in trouble.

I pushed my chair back away from my desk and he looked

down at my legs. The dress was very short and it had

pulled up to just below my crotch when I sat down. I

heard him mutter, "Oh my!" under his breath.

I tried to keep my voice steady as I said, "It is

rather revealing, isn't it? I probably shouldn't dress

like this for work but Mr. Clark is out of town and I

don't have much to do. I didn't think many people would

notice. You really like it?"

It looked like sweat was beginning to form on his brow.

He stared at my legs now and said, "Jesus yes! I don't

know what Clark would have to say about it, but in my

opinion you should dress like this every day!"

I said, "I had intended to do just that while Mr. Clark

is out of town. I'm glad you like it."

John walked around my desk and I saw the obvious bulge

in the front of his slacks. He stared down at my

exposed legs and my exposed breasts and I said, "Well,

I can see that you weren't just being polite John."

He knew what I was referring to and he smiled when he

realized that I was not offended by his erection.

I knew that he wasn't going to make the first move, no

matter how blatant I was. He was too afraid of losing

his job. I reached down and inched my skirt up until my

pussy was exposed. It had only just barely been covered

anyway, not a lot of inching was required.

I heard John expel his breath loudly. He was staring at

my slit now and even though I was humiliated at being

forced to behave this way in front of him I couldn't

help feeling a tingle go through my body as I exposed

myself to him.

He must have taken my actions as permission. He moved

closer to my chair and reached out and cupped one of my

breasts through the totally sheer top. His hand felt

incredibly hot.

He was quiet for a moment and then he said, "I don't

get it Gail. This is all totally out of character for

you. Why are you behaving like this? Why are you

dressing this way? Is someone making you do this?"

I wasn't sure how to answer him. He had hit the nail on

the head, of course. But how would he react to having

his suspicions confirmed. I decided that he would never

believe that I was doing this of my own free will. I

finally said, "Yes John, someone is making me dress

like this. They want me to expose myself to people. I

have to do what they tell me. They bought me this dress

and made me wear it to work."

"They? More than one person? Who are they Gail?" he

asked.

I answered quietly, "I can't tell you John."

He thought over what I had said for a moment and then

he moved the hand on my breast to the opposite side. As

his hand cupped my other breast he asked, "What about

this? Are you also forced to allow men to touch you?"

I nodded.

"How do you feel about that Gail?" he asked.

I took a deep breath. I was beginning to wish that he

would just take the hint and get this over with. These

questions were just as embarrassing as sitting here all

but naked. I finally said, "It doesn't matter how I

feel about it. I have to do what I am told."

He thought about that for a minute as his hand moved

over my breast and then he asked, "Do you have to do

what I tell you to do Gail?"

This was it, the sixty-four thousand dollar question. I

felt myself on the verge of tears and I paused to get

it under control. I finally responded, "Yes John.

Except that I cannot leave these two offices I have to

do what you tell me. This is your chance John. You have

wanted to get in my pants since I started working here.

Today is your lucky day. And to make it easier for you

I'm not even wearing pants."

Suddenly he didn't care about why I was doing this or

whether or not I was doing it against my will. He

smiled and reached down and pulled my skirt up to my

waist.

He stared at my exposed skin for a moment and said,

"I'm sorry for whatever trouble you are in Gail. But

this is a dream come true for me. Where do you want to

do this? Right here?"

I shuddered in revulsion. I didn't want to do this!

Damn it, why are men so…oh fuck it anyway!

I stood up and said, "Not here. Someone could walk in.

Let's go into Mr. Clark's office and lock the door."

He followed me into Mr. Clark's office and locked the

door behind him. He leaned back against the door and

said, "Please take that dress off Gail. I know that it

doesn't cover much, but I have dreamed of seeing you

naked."

I turned my back to him and asked him to unzip my

dress. I felt his hands as he fumbled nervously with my

zipper and then slowly pulled it all the way down to my

waist. When he had it all the way down he dropped his

hands and I slid the dress down off of my shoulders and

let it slide down my arms. John had already seen my

breasts and my pussy. It wasn't like he was going to

see me now for the first time. But still, the idea of

stripping for him was making me sick to my stomach. I

tried not to let it show but he knew that I was not

doing this of my own free will.

I pushed the dress down over my hips and stepped out of

it. I dropped it on a nearby chair and then I turned

around to face John. If I hadn't been so upset by

having to do this I would have been reassured by the

look on his face. It was apparent that he loved what he

saw.

He reached out and pulled me closer and his hands

explored my body freely now. Before long he bent down

and took one of my nipples into his mouth and his hand

moved down and cupped my pussy. I knew that I was wet.

I hated to think what he must think of me as his

fingers entered me and my body's obvious reaction

became apparent to him.

He kept his fingers inside of me while he straightened

up and looked into my eyes. He said, "I never would

have thought you were like this Gail. I thought you

were a nice girl, but as uptight as they come." He

chuckled then and said, "But then, you don't want to do

this do you? You are still the kind of girl that wears

pantsuits and dresses that come down to below your

knee. This is tearing you up inside, isn't it?"

I nodded and I could no longer control it. My eyes

filled with tears and they began to run slowly down my

cheeks. He watched them roll down and fall onto my

breasts and far from feeling sympathy he grinned and

said, "I don't believe that I have ever been this

excited before in my entire life. I have never had an

attractive young woman so much under my control. You

have to do this until Clark gets back, don't you?"

I nodded.

He asked, "And I can come in here as often as I want

until then and you will let me fuck you?"

I nodded again.

He smiled and asked, "Do you suck cocks too Gail?"

I nodded.

He finally pulled his fingers out of me and asked, "It

isn't just me, is it? You have to fuck anyone that asks

you. Don't you?"

I groaned in dismay. He was learning just how much

power he had over me now and it was obvious that he had

every intention of taking advantage of me as often as

possible until Mr. Clark returned.

I said, "Yes John. I have to submit to anyone that

comes in here and wants me."

He smiled and said, "You know that is going to get

around. It would, even if I didn't tell anyone. But I

intend to tell a few men that I know will enjoy getting

to know you a lot better. You don't mind do you?"

I looked at him. I realized he was being facetious. I

answered sarcastically, "Christ no John. Tell

everybody."

He just smiled and said, "I just might do that. Now get

down on your knees, ice queen."

I dropped to my knees as he unfastened his belt and

opened his pants. He slid his pants and his shorts down

and his large, hard cock sprang free. He sat down in

the large leather chair nearby and spread his legs. He

smiled down at me and said, "Let's see how good a

frigid young girl like you can suck a cock."

I moved between his legs and took his cock into my

mouth. I slid my lips down his hard shaft and when the

head of his cock slipped into my throat his body went

rigid and he exclaimed, "Son of a bitch!"

Then, breathlessly he said, "I never would have thought

you could do that! Jesus Gail! Somebody just taught you

that didn't they?"

I mumbled an affirmative around the cock in my mouth

and he said, "I would love to find out who they are so

that I can thank them. Fuck me! This is the best

fucking blowjob I have ever had. And I have to say, you

look beautiful with a cock in your mouth."

I wanted to yell at him to shut up and get this over

with but I just kept taking him into my throat. I

teased his balls with my fingers, doing everything I

could to hurry this up. It worked perfectly. He came in

less than five minutes. His body went rigid again and

he held my head and filled my mouth with cum. When he

was finished I sat up and swallowed while he stared at

me in obvious wonder."

He reached out and began teasing my breast again as he

stared at my tear stained face. He smiled smugly and

said, "I might have felt sorrier for you if you weren't

such a frigid bitch Gail."

I looked him in the eyes and exclaimed, "I was always

nice to you John!"

He smiled and said, "You could have been nicer. This

was pretty damned nice. It didn't kill you to suck me

off did it?"

I saw no point in going on in this vein. He was

thinking with his cock and we both realized it. I

slumped in front of him and he saw that I was giving

in. He stared at my body for a few more minutes and

then he looked at his watch. He said, "I have a little

more time. Get me hard again so I can fuck you."

I sighed loudly. But there was never any question that

I was going to obey him. I leaned down and took his

cock back into my mouth. A few drops of cum had oozed

out of him and were coating the head of his soft cock.

I tasted them for a second but then there was just the

taste of his cock in my mouth as I started sucking his

soft cock.

It didn't take long. I was surprised. I thought that

men his age needed a lot more recovery time. Maybe he

was inspired by his sexual dreams coming true. His cock

got hard quickly and he let me suck it for a few

minutes before he pushed me away and stood up.

When I got up he turned me and sat me down in the chair

he had just gotten out of. He pulled my butt towards

the edge of the cushion and draped my legs over his

shoulders. He stared down at my slit and said with a

touch of awe in his voice, "I never thought I would

ever see that heavenly pussy of yours Gail. I certainly

never thought I'd ever get to fuck you. It's going to

be a long two weeks girl. I'm going to be spending a

lot of time in here."

I had nothing to say to that. I just looked up at him

and waited. I didn't have to wait long. He started

sliding his hard cock through my damp slit and then he

said, "Put it in for me Gail. I want to watch you

putting my cock into that hot little hole of yours. I

hope that whoever is making you do this hasn't

stretched you out too much. This is a fucking dream

come true."

I reached down and grasped his cock. He shivered as my

fingers wrapped around it and he watched me place the

head of it at the entrance to my pussy. He took his

time. When I took my hand away he didn't move at first.

He stared down at the place where our bodies came

together and then, after a long pause he slowly started

to enter me.

As his cock slid deeper and deeper into my opening I

heard his breath catching. He moaned and said, "Oh my

god! That feels so fucking hot! Oh baby, your cunt is

so god damned tight! It's like a fucking fist gripping

my cock. I don't know if two weeks is going to be long

enough sweet cheeks. It is going to be hard to give up

this feeling."

He had finally buried his cock in me to the hilt and he

ground his pubic bone against mine. He took long, slow

strokes for a while, just enjoying the sensations that

my pussy was giving him, not really fucking me so much

as exploring my pussy with his cock.

As he did that he moved his hands over my breasts. His

fingers began to tease my nipples, gently squeezing and

pulling and the sensations, in conjunction with the

surprisingly pleasant sensations in my pussy, were

starting to get to me.

When I realized it I was horrified. Surely I was not

getting aroused by this rape. It was the gentlest rape

I had experienced so far but it was rape none the less.

I closed my eyes and tried to fight it but I felt

myself getting more and more turned on as John started

to pick up speed. I think he could see that it was

getting to me and it seemed to excite him even more.

He started moving faster and at the bottom of each

stroke his pubic bone would grind against mine,

stimulating my clit and making it impossible for me to

remain passive. I started moaning and my hands came up

of their own volition and began to caress his face and

neck as he fucked me faster and faster.

I hated it that I couldn't resist, but god it felt

good! I finally surrendered to the sensations and I

came just before he did. My pussy gripped his cock

firmly and he swore and tensed up and filled me with

his cum as he continued to grind his pubic bone against

my pussy.

He stayed inside of me and stared down at my body as

his cock went soft inside of me. He saw me looking up

at him and he realized how embarrassed I was that I had

lost control. He smiled and said, "Maybe you aren't an

ice queen after all. That wasn't so bad was it?"

I sighed deeply and thought about how to answer him. He

was still kneeling with his cock in my pussy and my

legs over his shoulders. His hands were toying absently

with my breasts and I had just had a great orgasm.

I didn't know what Keary would want me to say. I

finally said, "No John. It wasn't so bad. I had an

orgasm. But we both know that it was against my will. I

am doing this because I have no choice. But then, that

turns you on, doesn't it?"

He grinned and said, "Yeah, I'm afraid it does sweet

cheeks. You are a great cocksucker and a fantastic

fuck. What about your ass? Can I fuck your ass?"

I sighed and said, "I have to let you if you want to."

He said, "Why?"

I could only say, "Because the people that are making

me do this haven't given me a choice. I have to do what

you tell me."

He said, "But not just me, right? You have to do what

anyone tells you for the next two weeks?"

I nodded. He already knew that. It just felt an awful

lot like I was signing my own death warrant. I was

telling this horny old man that I would let anyone come

into my office and order me to have sex. There was no

way he was going to keep that to himself. He was

enjoying this situation too much to keep it to himself.

He thought for a moment and asked, "Why do you have to

do it all here? Why can't I take you to a motel room or

to your place?"

I said, "Those are the orders that I was given."

I knew that if I revealed the fact that there were

cameras all around capturing our every move then Keary

would see to it that I had another date with Jay.

John finally pulled his soft cock out of me. He gently

lowered my legs to the floor and looked around for

something to clean himself off with. I was watching him

and I knew it the minute that the solution occurred to

him. He smiled and said, "I can't put my pants back on

like this."

I knew where this was going and I didn't fight it. It

didn't matter anymore. I dropped to my knees and bent

down to lick and suck his cock and balls clean. As I

worked on his slimy sex organs he ran his hand over my

back and sighed in pleasure.

When I had cleaned him up he went over and picked up

his pants. I went over to Mr. Clark's desk and used

some tissue to clean myself before putting my dress

back on. John watched me as I wiped my pussy and

continued to watch as I put my dress back on. He was at

least nice enough to turn me and zip my dress back up.

He turned me back around and stared at me in my dress

for a moment and said, "I have to tell you Gail, that

was the best fuck I've had in years. I am going to try

to get back in here this afternoon. If I can't I'll see

you tomorrow."

I had nothing to say to that. I watched him unlock the

door and leave and I wondered who he was going to tell.

I looked at the clock and was surprised to see that

nearly an hour had passed since he first entered my

office. I may have destroyed my reputation here, but I

had certainly satisfied Keary's requirements. I

wondered if they had been watching. I wondered if they

had recorded it. I wondered what kind of life I would

have when Mr. Clark returned.

I made a quick trip to the ladies room and freshened

up. On the way back to my office I looked into the

break room and saw that it was empty. I hurried in and

got a cup of coffee and then rushed back to my office.

It wasn't long before I found out who John had spread

the glad tidings to. It was less than half an hour

before my door opened and Chuck came in. He stepped

inside my office and saw the way that I was dressed and

said, "Well I'll be damned. I thought sure he was

pulling my leg!"

There was no doubt in my mind how this was going to

end. Chuck knew the minute he saw me in this slutty

dress that John had been telling the truth. He stared

at my exposed breasts for a moment and then he said,

"Just so there are no misunderstanding, John said that

if I came in here and started telling you to…do certain

things, you would do anything that I wanted. Is that

right?"

I nodded despondently.

He asked, "And nobody gets in trouble later?"

I said, "No Chuck. You won't get in any trouble."

Chuck was younger than John. I didn't know much about

him. I didn't even know if he was married. He didn't

wear a ring and he didn't have any personal pictures in

his office. He was in his early forties and starting to

go bald. He was tall and skinny and quiet. For some

reason he had always kind of given me the creeps. But

there isn't anything that I could point to and say that

was what bothered me about him. He was not one of the

men that flirted with me and tried constantly to get in

my pants. He stared at me whenever I was around his

office. But he never said much beyond hello to me.

He grinned and I think that it was the first time I had

ever seen him smile. It was not a friendly smile

though. In fact, it was kind of sinister. I shivered as

he came further into my office and walked around my

desk. He stood beside my chair and looked down at me.

Then he said, "Push your chair back and pull your dress

up. I want to see your cunt. John said he just fucked

the hell out of you." He chuckled and said, "I want to

make sure you are okay."

I was touched by his concern. I'm sure he had nothing

but my best interests at heart. The horny asshole!

I pushed my chair away from my desk and turned to face

him. He stood in front of me smiling down and enjoying

the view as I pulled my dress up and exposed myself to

him.

He stood there staring for a moment before he said,

"Spread your legs. I want a better look."

After I spread my legs he leaned over and then he said,

"Use your fingers. Open it up for me. I want to make

sure it's nice and clean. I don't want to fuck a dirty

cunt."

The arrogant bastard! I wanted to slap him so badly.

Instead I remained expressionless and spread my legs as

far as the arms of my chair would permit.

He squatted down in front of me and shook his head. He

said, "That is one fine looking pussy. If you hadn't

just gotten fucked I would have my mouth all over that

thing. I'm going to have to get in here early some

morning and be first in line. From what John says I

expect that you are going to be pretty popular in the

next couple of weeks. Now get up and let's go into

Clark's office."

I brought my knees together and got to my feet. Chuck

took my arm and led me into the back office and then he

closed and locked the door. He ordered me to strip and

he pulled his pants and shorts off.

We finished undressing at about the same time and Chuck

moved behind me and nestled his cock against my ass

while he reached around and toyed roughly with my

breasts. When he was finished groping me he let me go

and sat down. He spread his legs and I got a good look

at his cock for the first time. It was just like him,

long and skinny. It was nearly as long as Jay's monster

cock, but I doubt if it was half as big around.

I nervously took it into my mouth and began working up

to taking it into my throat. I had already gotten

warmed up with John and once I have done it with

someone the next time is usually easier. Still, I was

nervous about the length of Chuck's cock. I finally

worked my lips down to about the halfway point on his

shaft and the head of his cock was at the entrance to

my throat. I moved back up and then on the next down

stroke I took the head into my throat and slowly

continued to move down until my lips were at the base

of his cock.

Chuck loved it. He went nuts when he saw his entire

cock buried in my mouth and throat. John had told him

that I could do it, but I guess he was doubtful

considering the length of his cock.

I was surprised myself. It felt really strange, but it

didn't hurt. So I guess the problem with Jay's horse

cock is not the length but the girth. Chuck's cock

wasn't much bigger around than my thumb.

Chuck watched me work on his cock for a few minutes but

he didn't cum in my mouth. He pushed me away and

ordered me to get down on my hands and knees. As soon

as I was in position he got behind me and began fucking

me very violently from behind. If he had slowed down a

little it might have been much more enjoyable. His cock

felt nice inside of me but the violent pounding I was

taking was unpleasant.

I noticed to that he was eerily silent. He didn't talk,

he didn't moan or groan, he didn't grunt, he didn't

swear. Except for the sound of flesh slapping flesh he

was completely quiet.

He came, after what seemed like a very long time, but I

had not gotten even close. I was just waiting for it to

end. After he shot his cum into me he pulled out and

knelt behind me waiting. I guess John had told him that

I could be made to clean up the mess he made.

I turned around and sucked him clean. I licked his

balls and when his crotch was clean I got up and went

over to the tissue box and cleaned myself.

Chuck got dressed and left without saying a word. He is

still a very strange man. When he was gone I put my

dress on and went to the ladies room and freshened up

again. I couldn't keep walking around in the hallway

dressed the way that I had to dress for the next two

weeks. I would have to bring something to work tomorrow

that I could use to clean myself up without leaving the

office after each rape.

After I freshened up I stopped in the break room and

got a bottle of water and hurried back to my office. I

sat at my desk for a moment and composed myself and

then I got back to work. I found that I was becoming

very sensitive to sounds. I was afraid that every sound

that I heard would indicate some man coming to use my

body. I heard sounds that I never noticed before.

Thankfully, I was left alone to recuperate until lunch

time.

At a little after twelve I heard footsteps outside and

I knew that my rest was over. My door opened and John

peeked in. He saw that I was alone and he pushed the

door open and stepped in. He was followed immediately

by Chuck and three other men.

I had just gotten to where I thought I could handle

them one at a time. This was only the first day. I was

not happy with the way that this was turning out. These

guys were going to make this an impossible situation.

The first two men to follow John and Chuck into my

office were the two guys in charge of R&D, Brad and

Darryl. Brad was in his early sixties and counting down

the days to retirement. He had always treated me like a

surrogate father. He was always nice and always proper

and I always thought of him as a good friend.

Darryl was slated to be his replacement. He was in his

early fifties and was always all business. He didn't

laugh or joke. He was never rude, but he came across as

being very aloof. I had always felt a little bit

intimidated by him.

The last man that entered my office was Jacob. Jacob

was the very large young black man that worked on the

loading dock. He had only worked here for a few months

and I barely knew him at all. On the rare occasions

that I had met him he had been quiet and shy and my

impression was that he was a sweet young guy, not much

older than me. I would guess he was about twenty-five

or twenty-six.

They saw the look of near panic on my face as they came

in and shut my office door. Chuck said, "Calm down

Gail. We have talked it over and decided that we aren't

going to tell anyone else about you. If anyone else

comes in and takes advantage of you it will be because

of the way that you are dressed, not because of

anything that we say. We thought it would be nice if we

got together for a little party at lunch time and we

invited Jacob because he is such a hard worker and we

want to reward him for his efforts. Well, that and we

suspect that he is very well hung and we would like to

see you getting fucked by a big black cock."

Chuck came around my desk and helped me to my feet and

we all went into Mr. Clark's office. As soon as the

door was closed and locked he removed my dress and

tossed it over onto Mr. Clark's desk. When I was naked

he pushed me over to Brad and as Brad and Darryl began

exploring my body Jacob stood nearby staring in awe

while John and Chuck took seats nearby to enjoy the

show.

For a few minutes I had hands and fingers everywhere. I

was shocked at Brad. He saw my reaction and he smiled

and said, "You can't blame me Gail. You are a sexy

young girl and at my age your youth is like an

aphrodisiac. I would never have presumed to make a pass

at you. But when you were offered to me I could not

resist. This is an opportunity that a man my age seldom

gets and I am afraid that I have to take advantage of

it."

They handed me off to Jacob then and as they undressed

Jacob took me in his arms. He kissed me like a long

lost lover. It was a very passionate kiss. I didn't so

much return his kiss as permit it. As we kissed his

large, rough hands were all over me. If his large, fat

fingers were anything to go by I was sure that he had a

large cock. I hoped that it wouldn't be anything like

that huge appendage that Jay had attacked me with.

Unlike John and Chuck earlier in the day, Brad and

Darryl undressed completely. They took possession of me

again and I was soon on my knees as they alternated

forcing their cocks into my mouth.

Brad was just as virile and just as hard as his younger

co-workers. I began taking them both into my throat for

a minute or two each before I was passed to the next

man. As I sucked their cocks I could hear Jacob

undressing behind me.

When Jacob joined the other two men and I saw his cock

for the first time it was a relief. His cock was large

and impressive, but not anything like Jay's. It wasn't

as long as Chuck's long skinny cock and it wasn't as

thick as one of the larger cocks I had been forced to

service in the van when the Clark kids had taken me

shopping for these slut clothes at the Salvation Army

Store. I realized that I could take it without hurting

myself.

They started including Jacob in the rotation and they

watch in amusement as I took his large black cock into

my mouth and down my throat. It was immediately obvious

that Jacob worked hard and that he worked outside in

the heat. Unlike the other four who sat at a desk and

worked in air conditioned offices, Jacob had a strong

odor of sweat emanating from his crotch. He didn't

smell sour, like someone who hadn't bathed recently,

just ripe and sweaty. So I was a little put out when he

held his cock up out of the way and ordered me to lick

his balls on his next turn in my mouth.

I held my breath and licked his balls and then took

each of them into my mouth for a moment. It didn't last

very long though. I was soon pulled away and Brad said,

"That's enough fucking foreplay. I have to get some of

that sweet young pussy before I die of old age."

I was pushed to my hands and knees and Brad got behind

me. He pushed down on my back and worked his cock into

my moist pussy very quickly. As soon as he had started

to fuck me from behind, Darryl got to his knees in

front of me and I began sucking him off.

As I worked to get him off as quickly as possible my

mind started to wander. It was only Monday. Last Friday

at this time I had not had sex in three years. Since

last Friday evening I had been getting raped almost

constantly. Now, in the evening and on weekends I was a

sex toy to four kids. And during the workday I was a

sex toy to four old men and a young black man. Could I

stand having sex with nine different people every day?

I realized though that nine people was a conservative

estimate. Even if no one else here at the office became

involved, Keary would see to it that there were plenty

of others that had access to my body when I got home at

night. If no one else there were his two friends, Dale

and Jimmy. I prayed that he would not include Jay in

the festivities. If Jay did come over again he would

probably have his friend Lyle with him. When the beer

was gone I would have to service that old man at the

liquor store again.

The number of people who would be permitted to have sex

with me until Mr. Clark got home and this all came to

an end was incalculable. And I had promised to do

anything and everything that Keary ordered if he would

just keep Jay off of me. In return, Keary had promised

that he would make it as unpleasant as he could.

I was forced to return my attention to the cocks that

were pistoning in and out of my body. Darryl had

grabbed a couple of handfuls of my hair and he was

fucking my throat violently. I could tell that he was

about to cum and I was thankful that it was about to

end because he was really hurting me.

He finally thrust one last violent time and left his

cock buried in my throat as he shot his slimy cum into

me. He held my face tight to his stomach as he started

to go soft and I struggled to breathe around it while

Brad began to speed up. I had been aware of him back

there of course, but I had disassociated myself from

what was happening to me and I wasn't turned on in the

least by his fucking. It didn't hurt though and I was

grateful for that. I was even more grateful when he

suddenly tensed up and came inside of me.

After Brad came and pulled out of my pussy, Darryl let

my head go and Chuck ordered me to clean Brad's cock

and balls. I had almost forgotten about John and Chuck.

I wondered if I was going to have to satisfy them again

too. I suppose that since they had not just sent Brad,

Darryl and Jacob to see me but had come along to enjoy

the show that they would be turned on and need to be

serviced again.

I was getting so used to sucking on slimy cocks and

balls by now that it hardly bothered me at all. I

turned around and cleaned Brad and then he and Darryl

stood up and sat with John and Chuck to watch me

getting raped by Jacob.

Jacob stepped closer and his long, black cock was hard

and throbbing. It was covered in the lube that was

oozing out of the end and he rested the head of his

cock on my lips and waited. I started sucking him again

but he didn't want to cum in my mouth. After a few

minutes he pushed my head away and ordered me onto my

back. I stretched out on the carpet and he was on top

of me instantly.

I grunted as he entered me. He had forced himself into

me so forcefully that he almost knocked the wind out of

me. His pubic bone pounded into me as he began to fuck

me violently. As he fucked me he wrapped his arms

around me and rested much of his large body on mine. He

held me tight and nuzzled my face and as he raped me he

whispered in my ear. He said things like, "You are my

first white pussy baby. You are the first broad that

ever took my cock in her throat too. I can see where I

ain't gonna get much work done for the next two weeks.

I'm gonna fuck your sweet ass every chance I get. When

this is all over you are gonna remember me for the rest

of your life."

I wasn't looking forward to it, but he was giving

himself entirely too much credit. If there was any cock

that was going to traumatize me for the rest of my life

it was Jay's. I didn't say anything of course. I just

lay under him, grunting with each stroke as he kept up

his line of degrading chatter. He had a nice enough

cock but he had no style at all and he really wasn't a

very good fuck. When I realized what I was thinking I

was shocked at myself. But it was true. He was just a

big, black battering ram down there. He wasn't really

fucking me. He was using my pussy to masturbate with.

It wasn't pleasant at all. Just the opposite, it was

painful, and the way he rested his weight on my body

was making it difficult for me to breathe.

Thankfully he didn't last long. He came just as

violently as he fucked and then he rolled off of me and

gasped for breath. I was covered in sweat and the cool

air coming from the ceiling vents blew across my body

and chilled me as I struggled to get to my knees and

clean his slimy cock and balls.

After I cleaned Jacob I sat up and saw that John and

Chuck both had their cocks out and just as I suspected,

I was going to have to service them. They had both

enjoyed the sex show though and it didn't take me long

to suck them both off.

I finally finished getting all five men off and stood

up. I looked down at myself. I was a mess. I had cum

running down my thighs and I was covered in sweat and I

stank. I didn't want to put my dress on like this.

Brad saw my consternation and he said, "Wait right

there Gail. Don't get dressed."

He left and was back in a minute with a lab coat. He

grabbed my dress and said, "Follow me."

He looked first to make sure that no one was in the

hall and then he led me down two doors to his lab. His

two lab assistants were out to lunch. Brad hustled me

into the shower in the small corner room that was there

in case of an accident in the lab.

I showered quickly and when I was done he tossed me a

towel. I dried off and dressed and went back to my

office to look for my shoes. As I was getting my shoes

on I realized something. I had spent so much time in

this dress, and out of it, today that I was starting to

feel dressed when I had it on. Of course, that would

probably change if someone came into my office. Then it

would be embarrassing all over again.

I was left alone for almost the entire rest of the day.

Jacob came back in at four o'clock and I was forced to

suck his cock, to completion this time. It was over

quickly and he wasn't so violent this time. He let me

work at my own pace. He made sure that I didn't take

his cum down my throat. He wanted to cum in my mouth.

But a mouthful of cum no longer had the power to

traumatize me.

He left and I was left alone until the office closed at

five. All day long I had been looking at the envelope

that Keary had left me to be opened at five o'clock and

wondering what it contained. I knew that whatever it

was I wasn't going to like it.

Now it was time and I opened the envelope and took out

the paper inside. I had assumed that Keary would pick

me up and drive me home. I had been wrong. The

instructions in the envelope were directions to get

home on the bus. They told me what bus stop to go to in

order to catch the right bus and where I had to get off

to transfer to the bus that dropped me off near the

Clark house. I was ordered to make sure that as long as

I was on the bus the vest was pushed to the side

exposing at least one of my breasts. I was also told

that I was not to object to anything that was said or

done to me until I arrived home.

I didn't know how he expected to enforce these orders.

I suppose he could have someone watching me. But unless

I saw someone watching that I thought might be

reporting back to Keary I had no intention of exposing

myself on a city bus or allowing complete strangers to

molest me. Besides, I thought that the chance of that

happening were pretty slim anyway. I had never ridden

the bus, but I was sure that they weren't hotbeds of

depravity.

I put my vest back on and picked up my purse. I waited

until ten after five and checked to make sure that

everyone was gone. I locked the building and walked two

blocks to the bus stop.

I waited for the bus that Keary's instructions ordered

me to take and when it arrived I paid the driver and

obtained a transfer. I found a seat near the back of

the bus and sat down and stared out of the window,

watching for the stop where I was supposed to transfer.

It was rush hour and contrary to what I had heard in

the news, the bus was pretty crowded. They were always

complaining on the local news that people didn't ride

the busses but it seemed like a lot of people to me.

I had attracted a little attention when I boarded the

bus in my sexy dress but everyone had ignored me once I

sat down. The constant stopping and starting was

annoying, but before very long my mind just kind of

went blank and I was able to stop thinking about how

many men had raped me today and the destruction of my

good reputation. Not to mention the fear over how many

cocks I would be forced to service this evening.

I felt someone sit down in the seat beside me but I

continued to stare out of the window and I totally

ignored him. That is I ignored him until I felt the

hand on my upper thigh. I gasped and wheeled around to

find Keary sitting beside me with a stern look on his

face.

I looked around to see if anyone was watching. I saw

two young men in the seat across the aisle from us and

they had noticed. But no one else was paying us any

attention.

Keary said, "I see you have chosen to disobey me."

I didn't have a clue what he was talking about. Not

until he glanced down at my boobs which were just

barely covered by the vest. I turned white. I stuttered

mindlessly and then I said, "It was pulled back Keary,

honest! It slipped back into place. I wasn't paying

attention. Everyone was ignoring me."

He just looked disappointed and then he said, "I

thought I could trust you Gail. You let me down. You

gave me your word that you would obey every order. Now

you have to be punished."

I sobbed quietly. I pleaded in a whisper, "No, please

Keary. I did everything you wanted all day long. I have

had a terrible day. Oh god, it just slipped! Please

don't punish me."

He slid his hand up a little more, exposing my pussy.

Then he said, "Leave that there and hand me your vest."

I slipped the vest off and handed it to him. I was now

all but topless on a public bus. The two young men

across the aisle were still watching and they were

enjoying the show more and more. But no one else seemed

to notice until we got to the next bus stop and several

more people got on. They made their way towards the

back of the bus and as they passed me their eyes all

locked on my exposed flesh.

I heard excited whispering as people of all

descriptions paused and then passed by to allow more

room for others that were getting on the bus. We still

had a few miles before we got to our stop. But Keary

leaned over and whispered, "Don't you fucking move

cunt."

He stood up and stood behind me, leaving the seat

beside me vacant. A middle aged woman made her way down

the aisle and started to sit down. She spotted my

exposed pussy and saw that my breasts were plainly

visible through my sheer top and she changed her mind

and hissed, "Slut!" at me and made her way farther back

in the bus.

A young man in his late twenties came up behind her and

took the seat beside me. He hadn't been paying any

attention when he sat down. As soon as he sat down

though, he couldn't help but see my exposed slit and my

bare breasts.

He did a double take and then tore his eyes away from

my tits to look me in the eye. He smiled and said, "I

love your dress!"

I didn't know what to say. I thanked him quietly and

then turned back to the window. The bus started up

again and the young man beside me asked, "I haven't

seen you on here before. I know I'd remember that. Are

you new around here?"

I shook my head and said, "No, I wasn't able to drive

to work today."

He asked, "Do you always dress this way? I REALLY love

that dress."

I glanced up at Keary and he was grinning at my

discomfort. I sighed and said, "I have been dressing a

lot more sexily lately. People seemed to think that I

was much too conservative."

He was staring right in my eyes as his hand edged over

and came to rest on my thigh. I didn't react at all and

after a pause he said, "You are very beautiful. Do you

mind?"

I just shook my head. It was what Keary wanted. I could

only hope that this was the punishment that he had in

mind for me.

The stranger worked his hand quickly up my thigh until

his finger was resting on my slit. His grin grew even

wider as I continued to sit there and permit him every

liberty. I felt one of his fingers enter me and even

then I didn't balk. That was all the permission he

needed. He put his other arm around my shoulder and his

hand came to rest on my tit. He casually squeezed and

pulled on it while his finger explored my pussy right

there on a city bus in front of a growing crowd of

onlookers.

He played with my body for several minutes and then he

asked me where I was getting off of the bus. I told him

and he said, "Why don't you stay on and come home with

me."

I didn't know what to say at first, but then I realized

that it wasn't up to me. I said, "It isn't up to me.

You'll have to ask the guy standing behind you."

That through him off balance! He glanced back and saw

Keary watching closely. He jerked his hands away from

me and said, "Shit! I thought you were alone!"

Then he turned to Keary and quietly said, "Sorry man, I

didn't know she was with anyone."

Keary smiled ingratiatingly and said, "That's okay man.

I like watching guys play with her. If we didn't have

plans I might even have let her go home with you."

He stared at Keary with a mixture of confusion and

disbelief. That was as far as it went though. We had

finally reached our stop.

I got to my feet when the bus stopped and the young man

helped me out into the aisle with his hand on my ass. I

struggled through the growing crowd and gasped in

relief as I stepped out into the fresh evening air.

I stood beside Keary waiting for our connection and

after several minutes of silence I said, "Keary please.

It wasn't my fault. Nobody was looking and I didn't

even notice that my tit was covered again."

It was degrading having to beg this sixteen year old

kid not to punish me. It was degrading to know that my

future was in his hands. But I was terrified of what he

might do. For the moment though, all that he did was

ignore me.

It was probably ten minutes before our bus came. We

stood near each other but not talking and I suppose

that if anyone paid any attention they would not have

known that we were together. I don't mean to suggest

that I was not attracting attention. My dress only just

barely covered my ass and my pussy and it didn't really

cover my tits at all. There was cloth over them, but it

was so sheer that it might as well not have been there.

People were definitely looking. Men, women, children,

they were all looking. But they didn't approach me.

When our bus finally arrived I got on and handed my

transfer to the driver. He did a double take and

grinned, but he didn't say anything. I moved to the

back of the bus until I found a seat. Keary moved past

and sat in the seat behind me. The woman behind Keary

saw the way I was dressed and kept moving. For some

reason women didn't find my manner of dress quite as

amusing as the men seemed to.

The next man to come down the aisle was a very large

older man who really needed a seat all to himself. He

must have weighed well over three hundred pounds. He

was flabby and sweaty and he was breathing hard. He

stopped and looked down at me and then he looked

around. Finally he sat down after staring at my exposed

flesh for a few minutes he said, "Hi. My name is

Larry."

I looked up at him and thought, "We don't have to be

friends damn it. Just feel me up and let's get this

over with."

But I said, "Hello Larry. My name is Gail."

He was quiet for a moment and then he said, "I don't

take the bus very often. My car broke down this

weekend. But if you are on here every day I think I

won't bother to get my car fixed."

I smiled at him and said, "I'm afraid not Larry. I am

here because I didn't have the use of my car today

either."

We made small talk for a little while, just as if I had

clothes on. His obesity was a shame, because he was

really a nice person. He was funny and intelligent. He

didn't avoid looking at my exposed flesh but he didn't

comment on it and he never once tried to touch me.

After we had been talking for a while he asked, "Aren't

you taking a big chance riding the bus in that dress?"

I nodded and said, "Yes, I don't know what I was

thinking."

He smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong, I think you

are beautiful. But a pretty girl like you could get in

trouble dressed like that."

I thanked him for his concern and we talked about other

things until we got to my stop. I stood up and told him

that I had enjoyed talking to him. To be honest, I had.

He had been very nice. We said goodbye and I got off of

the bus with Keary.

Only one other person got off with us and they went off

in the opposite direction as we started off down the

sidewalk towards Keary's house. He hadn't said a word

in a long time and he had never said whether or not he

bought my explanation for not having my breasts

uncovered on the bus.

The Clark house was about a half a mile from the bus

stop. We got to the house at a little after six. Keary

ordered me to get naked and fix supper. Then he went

out by the pool to join the other three.

I took my dress off and made supper as ordered. When it

was on the table I called the four Clark monsters in to

eat. I hadn't eaten all day but I still didn't know if

Keary was going to punish me and I was too scared to

eat much. I picked at my food and finally I just sat

there and waited for everyone to finish so that I could

clean up.

Once I had the dishwasher going and everything cleaned

up and put away I went out to the patio and asked if

anyone wanted anything.

Keary smiled and said, "Yes Gail. Come out here

please."

He was being much too polite. I knew something was up.

I felt my knees go weak as I walked over to where he

was sitting. When I was standing in front of him he

stood up and pulled me over to a weight bench that they

must have brought out from the garage while I was

making dinner.

I saw the ropes attached to the four legs and I knew I

was in trouble. I turned to Keary and started to beg

him not to do this. I didn't even know what was going

to happen. I just knew that it was going to be awful. I

tried again to tell him that I had obeyed his orders

but he said, "Don't lie to me Gail. I'm not stupid. You

figured that no one would see you on that bus and I

wouldn't find out that you had disobeyed me. Sit down

on the bench."

I was crying now. I was terrified by this mean, crazy,

cruel kid.

I started to beg him one last time but he slapped me. I

was crying so hard that I hadn't even seen it coming

and I fell back onto the weight bench when he hit me. I

cried out in pain. He had hit me pretty hard. But I

wasn't crying because of the pain. It was the fear.

Keary pushed me back onto the bench. Kevin came over

and together they tied me down on my back on the bench.

When they were satisfied that I was helpless they went

back over to the table and sat down and ignored me.

I preferred being ignored to being tormented but I was

terrified of what was to come. The suspense was almost

as bad as the torment. Or at least I thought that it

was. I was about to find out just how wrong I was about

that.

The side gate opened and I heard someone coming into

the yard. I was afraid to look. I lay there, helpless

with my eyes closed until I felt something cold on my

face. I opened my eyes and saw a large German shepherd

standing there just before he started licking my face.

I cried out and turned my face away and I saw Kyra

standing nearby with her camera up to her face and

recording. It was starting. And then I remembered what

Jay had said when he was here. He had offered to let me

suck off his dog if I didn't want to let him fuck my

throat. I looked around and there he was, standing

nearby and smiling down at me. Jay!

Keary got up and came over and said, "Gail, I told you

that if you disobeyed me that you would be punished."

He looked up at Jay and said, "Go ahead man. You can

fuck her afterwards." Then he started to back away.

I screamed, "NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!"

Keary came back over and leaned down and said, "After

tonight, you stupid cunt, you will never disobey

another order."

He straightened up and stepped back and Jay came

closer. He stood over me and looked down at me,

grinning like an idiot. He reached down and pulled

another piece of rope out from under the bench and

began to weave it into my hair. When he was done my

head was pointing down at the ground and I was unable

to move. It was pulled back so far that I was unable to

close my mouth all of the way.

Jay reached down and jammed a couple of fingers into my

pussy. I was dry as a bone. I didn't think I could

possibly get wet under these circumstances but he

started playing with my clit and moving his fingers in

and out of me and my pussy began to lubricate.

When his fingers were wet with my juices he began

spreading them around my face. He kept dipping his

fingers into me and spreading my juices all over my

face, my lips, my cheeks, my nose, even my eyes.

I couldn't move. I did the only thing that I could do.

I cried.

When Jay was satisfied he called his dog over. As soon

as he got close enough to smell my face he started

getting agitated. Jay pulled him closer and he started

licking my face and prancing around and whining.

I heard Kyra say, "God damn! Look at that! He wants to

fuck the slut! Look, his cock is starting to grow."

The damned thing was slobbering all over my face. He

was even forcing his tongue into my mouth. I wanted to

vomit but all I could do was cry.

I heard Jay ask, "Okay Kyra, are you ready?"

I didn't hear the response. I just felt the dog being

pulled up over my body. He continued to lick me as Jay

pulled him over me. His snout was right over my

unprotected pussy when I felt his cock touch my face.

I opened my eyes for a few seconds. I saw about an inch

and a half of his cock sticking out of his hairy

sheath. His haunches were already humping and his cock

was hitting my face wildly. The dog's cock wasn't that

big but the very idea of what they were making me do

was just disgusting beyond belief.

Jay started guiding his dog and just before that ugly

pink cock entered my mouth I felt a spurt of some warm

liquid hit my face. Then the dog's cock was in my

mouth.

As soon as he felt my mouth around him he started

humping wildly. Two things happened immediately that I

was not expecting. The first was that more of that hot

liquid started squirting out of the dog's cock in a

steady stream. It was like he was peeing, but it wasn't

urine. The second thing is that the dog's cock began to

grow at an amazing speed. As it grew he was fucking my

mouth violently and I felt something begin to bang into

my lips. I had shut my eyes but I opened them for a

second and saw that a large knot was forming at the end

of the dog's cock and at the end of every stroke that

knot was slamming into my lips.

To make matters worse that liquid was shooting out of

his cock and filling my mouth and coming out and

running down my face. It began to get into my upturned

nose and I was afraid that I was going to suffocate. I

had no choice but to start swallowing.

I thought that was as bad as it could get. I was wrong.

Suddenly that large knot slipped in past my teeth and

filled my mouth. The dog's cock had grown to seven or

eight inches of fat cock and now several inches of it

were down my throat.

As soon as his knot entered my mouth the dog stopped

stroking and just rested on top of me and shivered as

if he were cold or scared. But he was still shooting

that liquid out of his cock. If felt it streaming into

my throat and I finally realized what it was, he was

cumming in my throat!

I lay there in shock. I was having difficulty breathing

and I was more humiliated than I ever thought possible.

That stream continued to flow down my throat and into

my stomach for a very long time. I can't say how long.

Time seems to stand still when a dog is raping your

mouth.

He was a large and very heavy dog and he was resting

all of his weight on my chest and stomach. On top of

everything else I felt like I was suffocating. He was

lying on top of me and whining occasionally. Every once

in a while he would lick my pussy or my thigh but

seemingly without intent. It was as if he didn't even

know that he was doing it. His concentration was

centered on what he was doing in my mouth.

It was a very long time later when I realized that the

flow of dog cum down my throat had stopped. He began to

struggle to get off of me. My jaw was stretched to the

limit and when he finally managed to extricate himself

it hurt like hell, but I was so fucking grateful!

He moved off of me and then came around and licked my

face again for a minute. Then he went over into a dark

corner and began to lick himself. Kyra came in for some

close-ups and Jay was standing over me smiling.

When Kyra moved back, Jay said, "Now it's my turn

bitch. I'm a little disappointed. Keary said I couldn't

fuck your ass or your throat this time. I really wanted

to fuck your ass. I've never been able to get a girl to

let me do that. But he promised me that the next time

you fuck up I can fuck all three holes. I got eleven

more days bitch. I am pretty damned sure I'm going to

get to fuck your tight ass."

I had been crying hysterically since the dog got off of

me. Now, as Jay started untying me from the bench I

called out to Keary. "Keary! Please! Oh god please

don't let him do this! Oh Jesus! It hurts so bad. I

can't take it Keary! Oh please, I'm sorry. God I'm so

sorry. It hurts so bad when he fucks me. He's too big!"

I was so scared that I had forgotten all about the

horrible taste in my mouth and what had caused it.

Keary got up and came over as Jay rolled me off of the

bench and onto my back in the grass. He called Jay over

and they had a whispered conversation. Then Jay came

back and knelt between my legs.

Keary came over and stood by my head and said, "I asked

him to take it easy on you this time. But the next time

he is going to fuck the hell out of all three holes,

and that's a promise bitch."

I hated myself for doing it, but I simpered, "Thank you

Keary. Thank you so much. I'll be good. I'll do

everything you want, I promise."

Jay's large body loomed over me and he said, "Okay

cunt. Get a hold of my cock and line it up. I've been

thinking about fucking you since I fucked you on

Saturday. You may be a stupid cunt, but you are a good

fuck."

I reached down and lined his cock up with the entrance

to my vagina. He felt the head of it lodged in me and

he started pushing slowly. Just like the first time he

had fucked me it felt like it was too large to enter me

without tearing something. I tried to make myself relax

but it just wasn't possible.

Finally, painfully, the head of his cock popped in past

the entrance to my pussy and it was quickly followed by

several inches of his long, fat cock. I cried out in

pain as he entered me, then I bit my lip and tried to

think about something else.

It didn't work. My whole world centered on that

bludgeon that was violating me. The pain eased a little

after the head of his cock entered me, but I felt the

walls of my vagina stretching nearly as much as they

would when I eventually gave birth. I remembered

hearing of women in Mexico that put on shows with

donkeys and I felt sure that I knew how they felt at

this moment.

I had hoped that he wouldn't drive that fucking cock

all the way into me this time. Keary had said that he

was going to take it easy. He fucked me slower this

time, and he didn't pound it into me so violently. But

he didn't hold any of it back either, and at the bottom

of each down stroke the head of his cock battered

something inside of me painfully.

I could do nothing but lay there and cry and grunt with

each stroke. It went on and on for a very long time

until finally he sped up a little bit and then he

stopped and shivered just like his damned dog had and I

knew that he was filling me with his cum again.

I waited, holding my breath, for him to roll away and

when he did I mindlessly moved down and sucked him

clean. Then I rolled into a ball and cried quietly.

I wasn't even aware of him dressing and taking his dog

and leaving. The Clark kids left me alone for a long

time. But it couldn't last forever.

Keary called out, "Cunt! That's enough of that shit.

Get up and get your ass over here, now!"

I struggled to my feet and I hurt so much I found that

I couldn't stand up straight. I was slightly bent over

and with my hands pressed against my stomach I walked

slowly over to where Keary was waiting impatiently.

When I was in front of him he looked me over and

smiled. He said, "Well, do you think that you learned

your lesson?"

I sobbed and said, "Oh god yes! I…" I couldn't talk

anymore. I collapsed on the hard cement floor and

covered my face and sobbed uncontrollably.

He watched me for a couple of minutes and then he

nudged me with his foot and said, "Knock it off. You're

getting on my fucking nerves. Go get five beers and

come back out here."

I got back to my feet and started for the door but I

turned back and asked, "Please sir, may I go to the

bathroom first?"

I had a stream of cum starting to run down my thigh and

I felt like my stomach was going to fall out through my

vagina. But mostly I was struggling not to vomit. I

desperately wanted to expel that huge amount of dog cum

in my stomach. My stomach kept rebelling but I knew

that if I didn't control it out here I would suffer

some further indignity.

Keary thought it over and then he nodded. As I turned

away again he said, "Don't fuck around in there. I want

a beer. If you haven't figured it out by now, you don't

want to piss me off."

I hurried inside and almost ran to the bathroom. As

soon as I was inside I dropped to my knees and my

stomach gave up the fight. I hadn't eaten anything

since yesterday and I was shocked at the amount of dog

cum that came back up. I won't go into too much

disgusting detail. When my stomach was empty I cleaned

Jay's mess up from my pussy. I washed my face and hands

and my crotch and then I raced to the kitchen.

When I got back out to the patio with the beer Keary

looked upset. He said, "Another minute and Jay would

have been fucking you in the ass tomorrow night."

I shuddered in revulsion and fear but I served them the

beers I had brought out without speaking.

Keary pointed to an empty chair and I sat down. I

gulped mine down in no time, and I don't like beer.

Kevin was grinning in a way that let me know that

something was up. That couldn't be good. It never was.

Kevin looked at Keary and asked, "Do you want me to get

it?"

Keary just nodded and Kevin got up and went inside. He

came back a couple of minutes later with a laptop

computer and set it up on the table. He logged on and

opened up his browser and then he pulled my chair

around so that I could see what he was doing.

He went to his favorites and the browser went to a web

site called "Two Weeks of Servitude". And right there

across the page were a half a dozen nude pictures of

me. Not just nude. I was shown having sex with all four

kids. Their faces were blurred, but not mine.

I groaned and tried to cover my face but Kevin said,

"Keep looking. It gets better."

I looked back and he started navigating the web site.

There were hundreds of pictures of me in the most

outrageous positions. But he was right. It got better,

or worse, depending on your outlook.

He navigated to another section of the site and there

were short movie clips, excerpts from the films that

Kyra had made. There was a record of nearly every nasty

thing that I had done or had done to me since Friday

evening. Every sex act that had taken place in the

office today was on there too. Kevin clicked his mouse

on them, one after another and I realized that this was

available to anyone. This had not been a password

protected site. It wasn't even a pay site. Anyone that

found their way here could see everything.

As I stared in dismay at one clip after another Kevin

said, "I'm going to post the movie of you sucking off

the dog tomorrow."

Then he clicked on some text on the side of the screen

and it was an invitation to the viewing public to send

in requests.

Kevin laughed and said, "We've already had a couple of

hundred emails. There are some freaky fucks out there.

You wouldn't believe some of the shit they want to see

you do."

I cried out, "Oh my god! Why are you doing this to

me?!"

Kevin leaned over and bit my earlobe and said, "Because

it fucking turns us on you stupid cunt. Some of that

stuff in those emails we're gonna do, just because it's

so much fun fucking with you."

I knew without a doubt now that it wasn't going to be

just two weeks. My life was over. I could never go back

to my old life when Mr. Clark came home from his

cruise. Half of the men at work will have fucked me by

then, if not all of them. And the pictures of

everything that happens to me are being posted on the

internet.

Not just the mild pictures. There are pictures of me

having sex with underage teenagers. And then there was

the one movie that I could never live down in a

thousand years, a movie of me sucking a dog's cock.

Judging by the excitement on Kevin's face there were

all kinds of even more perverted ideas pouring in from

all over. My fans were responding. My life was over.

I slumped in my seat and lay my head back and closed my

eyes. Kevin asked, "Aren't you excited, slut?"

I asked, "Why don't you just go ahead and put a bullet

in my head. You have taken my life from me."

He chuckled and responded, "Because, you stupid cunt,

this is a lot more fun."

He stood up and pulled me to my feet by a handful of

the hair on my head and pushed me down over the table.

I heard him taking his trunks off and I felt his

fingers moisten my dry pussy with some of his saliva.

He wiped is fingers on my hip and then he grabbed me

and forced his cock deep inside in one brutal thrust. I

was still sore from the abusive fuck that Jay had

tormented me with. When Kevin entered me I cried out in

pain.

It hurt like hell, but not as bad as with Jay's big

cock trying to punch into my guts. I got used to it

after a couple of strokes and then I lay there with my

eyes closed and tears running down my cheeks and waited

for it to end.

I suppose that Kevin had spent a lot of time setting up

the web site today. He must have watched me starring in

a lot of sex shows, past and present. He probably got

pretty excited because he didn't last five minutes

before he filled me with another load of filthy cock

cream.

As soon as he pulled out of me I turned around without

being told and I sucked him clean. The others were

ignoring us. After only four days they were tiring of

me? God I hoped so.

When I was finished cleaning Kevin I was sent in for

another round of beers. When I came back out with the

beer I passed them around and was about to go back in

and clean myself when Keary said, "Scoop that shit up

and eat it bitch. I don't want you messing up the

furniture."

I looked down at my slit. There was a tablespoon full

of white cream oozing out of me. About that same amount

was dripping down my thigh. I scooped up both deposits

and put them in my mouth and swallowed. It wasn't the

first time I had swallowed a deposit of cum that had

drained from my pussy. It was just as disgusting as the

first time though. I managed to satisfy and amuse Keary

and the others without changing my expression and then

I sat down and drank another beer.

I had noticed that Kirk was starting to feel the

effects of the beer. He was only thirteen and I assume

that he was not much of a drinker. He was starting to

get silly and talk a little more loudly.

He started bugging Keary about something. He kept

saying, "When are you going to do it Keary? Damn, I

can't wait. That's going to be so cool!"

Keary said, "I told you before Kirk. Shut the fuck up.

If you don't shut up I'm going to start leaving you out

of this shit."

Kirk got all huffy and said, "No you aren't! You have

to keep me in or mom and dad will find out what you're

doing."

Keary got up and walked around the table and picked

Kirk up by his lapels with one hand. He lifted him

right off of the ground and carried him inside like

that with Kirk yelling at him and struggling to get

loose.

When they came back out several minutes later Kirk was

much subdued. He didn't say a word and he didn't look

anyone in the eye. Kyra reached over and took his half

empty bottle of beer away and he didn't say a word

about that either.

I was left to wonder what it was that was about to

happen to me now. Because I knew that whatever they

were arguing about, it had to do with something that

was going to happen to me.

Finally Keary gulped down the rest of his beer and

turned to me. He asked, "Gail, do you remember what I

did to you in the shower yesterday morning?"

I shivered in revulsion. Of course I remembered, I

would never forget! He had pissed inside of me when we

were taking our morning shower. Was that what they were

waiting to see? Was he going to piss in my pussy again?

As horrible as that seemed, I was going to let him if

that was what this was all about. I would do anything

to avoid being raped by Jay and his dog again. I had

promised Keary that I would do anything and I meant it.

I responded, "Yes sir, you pissed in my pussy."

He corrected me. "No Gail. Nice girls have pussies. I

pissed in your cunt."

I said, "I'm sorry sir. You pissed in my cunt."

Keary said, "That's right Gail. We have received a

request for something similar to that from one of your

fans. We are going to film it now and then you can go

to bed. I want you to go over there on the grass and

get down on your knees."

Kyra picked up the camera and followed me and when she

was ready Keary got up and pulled his trunks off and

walked over to stand in front of me. He looked down at

me and said, "We are going to do it a little

differently this time Gail. We have an email from a man

named Bubba in Georgia who wants to see me piss down

your throat. He seemed pretty sincere so we thought

we'd grant his wish."

Keary saw the shock and the fear on my face and asked,

"Am I going to have a problem with you Gail?"

I saw Kirk and Kevin come close to watch. They stayed

far enough back so that they wouldn't be in the film

that Kyra was making.

I whispered, "Oh god, Keary! That's so…how can you…oh

god, I'll get sick, I know I will."

Keary smiled and said, "Yeah, probably. I don't care as

long as we get it all on disk first. You can say no if

you want. You know what that will mean though. So you

decide. Are you going to let me piss down your throat

or do you want Jay to come over after you get home

tomorrow?"

I didn't think that I could do it. But I knew that if

they turned me over to Jay it would kill me. So it

really wasn't a choice at all.

Kyra was right in my face with the camera when I said,

"Okay."

Keary said, "Okay what Gail?"

I was starting to cry again. I whispered, "You can do

it."

Keary replied, "I want you to ask me to do it Gail.

Loud and clear, I want you to say please piss down my

throat."

I cleared my throat and started to speak but nothing

came out. I cleared my throat again and finally I said,

"Please sir, I want you to piss down my throat."

He patted my head and said, "Good cunt. Now open wide."

I opened my mouth and Kyra moved in to get the right

angle so that the camera would catch the piss coming

out of his cock and flowing into my mouth.

Keary rested the head of his cock on my tongue and

explained, "The first few spurts are going to be in

your mouth. I want you to swallow them and then I'll

try to get my soft cock down into your throat. That

will be easier for you than trying to drink it all. Are

you ready cunt?"

I mumbled that I was, though I knew that I wasn't. I

could never be ready for a horrible thing like what he

was about to do.

I felt a warm trickle of liquid on my tongue and then a

quick squirt. As it hit the back of my mouth I gagged

but then I forced myself to swallow. I gagged again and

then, when I had gotten myself under control he let

loose with another, slightly stronger stream. I

struggled to swallow again and I guess that was enough

to convince "my fan" that he was really pissing down my

throat. As soon as I had swallowed again a steady

stream started streaming out of his cock and he began

forcing his cock into the opening to my throat. I was

grateful for the first time when a cock entered my

throat. I could no longer taste his strong urine. It

flowed directly down my throat and into my stomach. As

my stomach filled with the acrid liquid I thought that

it felt just like when the dog had cum down my throat.

It was certainly just as disgusting.

Keary had downed two beers before he subjected me to

this abominable act. I can't recall him using the

bathroom since we got home from our bus ride. His

bladder was full and by the time he had finished my

stomach was full.

The last few spurts of piss went into my mouth and I

still couldn't swallow them without gagging. But I

managed to get them down. He watched me with amusement

on his face and then he pulled his cock out of my

mouth. He said, "Kiss my cock Gail. Kiss my cock and

thank me for pissing in your mouth."

It didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. I

kissed his cock and thanked him for pissing in my

mouth. Then, as directed, I thanked Bubba for the

suggestion.

Kyra finally turned off the camera and handed it to

Kevin. I was allowed to go to my rooms and I rushed to

my bathroom and once more knelt and expelled the

contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl.

As soon as I was done I brushed my teeth and then I

took a long, hot shower. I leaned against the shower

wall and cried for a long time. I finally got out and

stood staring at myself in the mirror. I looked like I

had lost weight. I wasn't overweight to start with and

I was worried if this lasted much longer I would get

sick.

And then I realized I didn't care if I got sick. Hell,

right now I didn't care if I died! And then, suddenly,

I wanted to die. I had flirted with the idea over the

weekend, but just as an abstract. Now I knew that I

couldn't take this anymore.

I looked through the medicine cabinet but this had been

an unused suite of rooms before I arrived and the only

things in this room were mine. The most dangerous thing

I had was a safety razor.

I had almost finished drip drying by the time I picked

up my towel and dried off. I went in and sat on my bed

and tried to think of the best way to kill myself. If

there was a gun in the house I didn't know about it.

And anyway, I didn't think I would have the nerve to do

it that way.

I didn't think I could slit my wrists either. I decided

that I would sneak into Mr. Clark's bedroom tonight and

see if I could find some kind of strong drugs. Maybe

they had a nice supply of sleeping pills.

Just as I reached that decision Kyra entered the room.

She took off her bikini and got in bed. She looked at

me disdainfully and said, "I'm not sure I want your

nasty lips on my pussy after what I saw tonight. Christ

Gail! You sucked off a fucking dog! That's so fucking

sick. And you let a boy piss in your mouth. They would

have to kill me before I would let that happen! You are

some nasty slut!"

"Well, as nasty as you are," she continued, "I'm pretty

horny and I need some relief. Let's get this over with

cunt. Get down there and start eating."

I knelt between her legs on the bed and as I ate her

pussy I realized that it wasn't even a big deal

anymore. It was nowhere near the worst that could

happen. And besides, now that I had decided to kill

myself this petty stuff didn't matter.

She came twice before she pushed me away and said,

"That's enough. Get your filthy mouth off of me."

She got up and put her bikini back on and said, "I

don't want to sleep with your nasty ass. Kirk will be

down in a couple of minutes. He's a horny boy. You know

how boys are. He doesn't give a shit how nasty you are

as long as you have tits and a cunt."

I just sat there and waited. It didn't matter anymore.

I would do whatever Kirk wanted. Suck his cock or fuck

him, it didn't matter. Then, when he was asleep I would

go upstairs and look for something to kill myself.

Kirk came down in a few minutes and as he stood at the

foot of the bed and took his trunks off he said, "Jesus

that was so fucking hot! Tomorrow morning when we wake

up that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to piss in

you. I don't know if I am going to piss in your mouth

or your cunt. They both sound like fun. I'll decide in

the morning. But for now I want you to suck my cock."

He stretched out on the bed and I sucked him off very

quickly. And then, like a typical male, he rolled over

and went to sleep.

I waited until I was sure that he was asleep and then I

went out through the kitchen to the foot of the stairs.

The upstairs was dark and quiet and I snuck up to Mr.

Clark's room and went into the master bathroom and

started looking around. I didn't find any sleeping

pills so I went back into the bedroom and looked in

their nightstands.

I didn't find anything in Mrs. Clark's nightstand but

in Mr. Clark's I found a bottle of Viagra. I remembered

that they could cause heart attacks and since they were

all I could find I took them downstairs and was about

to get a glass of water to wash them down when it

occurred to me that alcohol would probably work much

quicker.

I got a glass and poured a large glass of wine. I

figured that I would have a better chance of keeping

that down than booze. I poured out the pills. It was

almost a full bottle. I took them a half dozen at a

time and then I sat at the kitchen table to see what

would happen.

It didn't take that long before I started feeling the

effects. My heart started racing and I was short of

breath. I started sweating profusely and for just a

moment I started to panic. But I reminded myself that

it was for the best and I relaxed and rested my head on

the table and waited to die.

It didn't work out that way. I awoke sometime the next

day in a hospital bed. I had tubes and wires stuck in

me and on me and I was sick as a dog. My throat was on

fire and my head was throbbing. My stomach burned and

at first I didn't know what was going on. Then I

remembered and I was disappointed. I started to cry

quietly and then I started trying to take the wires

off.

Two nurses came rushing in and held me down on the bed

and one of them injected something into my IV tube. I

was immediately out of it and I'm not sure how much

later it was that I woke up again.

I opened my eyes and I was furious that I was still

alive. I heard a noise and turned my head and there was

Mr. Clark.

I thought, "My god! Have I been out for that long?!"

He looked scared to death. He had noticed that I was

awake and he got up and came over and held my hand. He

looked so sad. Maybe I wasn't thinking straight but I

felt so sorry for him. He had been a wonderful boss and

he had always treated me so nice. I suddenly wondered

how much he knew. I hoped he had not seen that web site

or any of those movies. I would be so embarrassed.

I noticed that my throat felt a little better before I

noticed that I couldn't move my hands. They were tied

to the sides of the bed. I almost laughed when I saw

that. I looked up at Mr. Clark and asked, "How was your

cruise?" Then, before he could answer I asked, "What

day is it?"

He ignored my first question. He answered, "It's

Wednesday. You have been here since early Tuesday

morning. The doctors say that you are going to be

alright. You were brought here in time, but it was

close. Oh god Gail. I am so very sorry. I promise. I am

going to make this up to you. That may sound like an

impossibility to you right now. But I swear I will. You

just have to worry about getting better."

He paused and smoothed the hair away from my sweaty

brow and said, "I know what they did. The police called

us on the ship and when we landed in Jamaica we caught

the first plane home. Keary and Kyra tried to cover it

up but Kevin and Kirk, between them, admitted

everything."

He said, "I can't give you back what they took from

you. I can't undo it. But I will make it up to you."

I just smiled and said, "You were always so sweet to me

Mr. Clark. Don't feel so bad. It wasn't your fault. I

just need to get out of here."

He pulled his chair over by the side of the bed and

said, "I'm afraid they won't let you go until you have

talked to someone and been cleared to leave. They

want…I want to make sure that you don't try that again.

I want to make sure that you don't ever feel the need

to try that again. Gail, listen to me. I have plans for

you. I know that you are weak now and that it may be

hard for you to pay attention. But I want you to know

that you have a future."

I looked at him. He was such a nice man. It bothered me

that he was so sad.

He went on, "Gail, you need to know that that web site

was taken down and the material destroyed. I fired the

five men at the plant that raped you. My four kids and

the other four that raped you are all in custody and

pending a decision on whether or not to try them as

adults. You won't have to testify, Kevin and Kirk are

telling everything they know. I know that you think

your life is over. It isn't. It has just begun. I am

opening a new plant on the coast. I want you to manage

it."

I laughed and said, "Don't be silly Mr. Clark. I'm just

a secretary. I can't manage a plant."

He said, "Gail, look at me, listen to me. For the last

two years you have been more responsible for the day to

day management of my plant than I have. You know

everything about it. I want you to be involved right

from the ground floor up at the new place. You'll be in

charge of hiring and running the plant and R&D,

everything. You know it all. You have already been

doing it. I have just been getting paid for your work.

If you would like, when you are ready, you can take

some night courses at a local college. You don't have

to, but if you feel like it will give you more

confidence then I'll pay for your education. And if you

have any problems, any questions, I will always be here

for you."

I was starting to come to my senses and realize what he

was saying. I asked for a drink of water and he held

the cup for me while I drank through the straw. It

burned my throat at first but after a couple of sips it

felt better.

I got him to raise the bed up to a sitting position and

I smiled at him. I said, "Mr. Clark, you are so sweet.

I appreciate what you are trying to do for me. But you

are much too good a business man to put a secretary in

charge of your new plant. I could kiss you if I wasn't

all tied up here. But we both know that I am not the

person to run a business, not even with your help."

He started to insist but I stopped him. "No, I mean it

Mr. Clark. The drugs are starting to wear off and I can

think now. I would love it if I could stay and work as

your secretary. I have loved working for you. But too

much has happened. I can't work in that plant now and I

can't live in this town now. I would appreciate it if

you would consider me for some other job at the new

plant though, something more commensurate with my

education and experience."

He paused thoughtfully and said, "You are still a young

woman. You are the best secretary that I have ever had.

You are intelligent and resourceful and hard working.

You are the most honest and dependable person that I

have ever had working for me. Allow me to make a

counter proposal. Let me send you to the university of

your choice, all expenses paid. When you graduate I

will have a job waiting for you, if I have to fire

someone to make room."

I squeezed his hand and said, "I don't know Mr. Clark.

I'm not all that bright. I didn't do well enough in

high school to get a scholarship and my parents went

bankrupt so I couldn't go to college. Now it has been

so long since I was in school I don't know if I could

do it again."

There was no arguing with him though. It was decided. I

had to spend almost a week convincing a psychiatrist

that I was no longer suicidal. When I got out of the

hospital Mr. Clark absolutely refused to allow me to

return to my old apartment. He put me in a nice,

furnished condo downtown on the riverfront and helped

me get into an Ivy League school.

He bought me a new car and a condo right off campus and

gave me such a large living allowance that I felt

guilty. As it turned out, putting off college for six

years was probably a good thing for me. I had developed

some good work habits and I applied myself and I was on

the Dean's list for my entire four years. I stayed on

at Mr. Clark's insistence and breezed through the

Master's program and now I am the assistant manager of

the plant that he opened up on the coast. What the

manager doesn't realize is that I am paid nearly double

what he is. That is the only thing that Mr. Clark and I

fight about. He refuses to cut my salary.

The four Clark kids were tried as juveniles. The

prosecutor was pushing to try Kyra and Keary as adults

but I managed to talk him out of it on the condition

that they submit to psychological treatment. Because I

requested leniency for them they didn't go to jail.

They all received extensive treatment and the three

youngest seem to have benefited from it. Keary has been

in trouble since and is on the verge of violating his

parole and being sentenced to prison.

Dale and Jimmy and Lyle were all treated the same way.

Jay already had an extensive juvenile record and was

tried as an adult. He is serving six to ten years but

is due for parole at the end of the year. As long as I

never see him again I don't care. I expect he will not

be out for long before he gets in trouble again. He was

the most dangerous of the kids. Well, him and Keary.

Oh, I almost forgot. I started dating in college. I

guess some of that psychoanalysis stuff rubbed off on

me too. It was uncomfortable at first and my first few

dates were disasters. But I started to realize that I

didn't want to be alone all of my life. I had been told

to expect that intimacy would be a problem for me for a

long time to come. And I was very uncomfortable at

first. I had sex with a couple of guys after going out

with them for a while and it wasn't very good.

Then I met Dave. Dave had joined the Army after high

school to get money for college. He was a year older

than me when we met one day at the student union. We

talked over coffee and we both enjoyed our time

together. We had more in common than most of the

younger people that we were in school with. We started

getting together at the student union for coffee on a

regular basis. I thought he was the most handsome young

man in the world. And charming! And his sense of humor,

god, he made me laugh so much I cried sometimes.

We met in the student union for more than a month

before our first date and we already knew a lot about

each other. I knew that he had been through a lot in

Iraq and I told him some of what had happened to me,

though I left out the details.

We discovered that we were both walking wounded. But we

had a lot in common and I went to bed with him on our

first date. He tried to avoid it. He said he didn't

want to go too fast for me. But much to my surprise, I

wanted him. I wanted to please him. I wanted to love

him. It was perfect! We were made for each other.

Despite everything that happened to me, or maybe

because of some of the things that happened to me, I

loved the sex and I was very good at it. Once I

realized it and relaxed it got even better.

We had started dating in our junior year and we were

together all through that year, our senior year and two

years of grad school.

We are getting married in June and despite everything

that I have said or done to put a stop to it, Mr. Clark

is buying us a mansion on the ocean for our wedding

present. He tried to get Dave to come to work for him

but we both thought that it might be a problem. So he

is working for a start up computer company in the area

and it looks like he picked a winner. We are making

more money than we can spend and our biggest expenses

so far have been the new houses that we bought for our

parents.

It was a hard trip. Getting here was a bitch. But I am

happy now. We both are.

The End

To that small group of disturbed people who have

enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank

you. Comments? Criticism? Email [email protected]

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author

does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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