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Subject: {ASSM} : A Husband's Mistake, A Wife's Nightmare Chapter 5 (M+/F Wife, NC, implants)
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A Husband's Mistake, A Wife's Nightmare Chapters 5 

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A Husband's Mistake, A Wife's Nightmare
	
Chapter 5

	Jennifer's head ached an effect of the alcohol and drugs giving her a
horrendous hangover. As she began looking around the room getting her
bearings she began to notice her condition. She was sore and tired her
skin covered in the dried fluids of her lovers. As she looked down she
could see cum covering her inner thighs.

	Her head dropped back to the pillow as she remembered the events of
the following evening. She remembered it all clearly, the drinks the
conversation, the men and the sex. The sex, the men, she had had sex
with almost a dozen men that evening. She had begged for it, she had
needed it. She thought back with shame at her actions feeling like a
slut. Then a feeling of horror and fear came over her as she
remembered the cameras. She realized with terror that there was a
video and photos of her, a video of her acting like a slut.

	Tears began rolling down her face as she began thinking of all the
bad things she had done. She then began to worry about the
consequences of her actions. Would she be fired, what if Mike found
out, he'd demand a divorce. What if her parent's or daughter saw those
pictures? What had she done, she laid and cried for over an hour.

	Not knowing what to do or even what time it was she finally got up
and took a shower. She scrubbed the disgusting remains from her body. 
Then she showered for as long as the water remained hot, then she
brushed her teeth. As she brushed her teeth she realized that she was
using the items she had brought with her. Someone had unpacked her
things and it wasn't her.

	Now feeling as clean as she could she went out wrapped in a towel and
began to search for her clothes. She looked in the closet and found
only high heeled shoes noting they where her size. She then looked in
the dresser and chest of drawers but found no clothes. Not knowing
where her clothes where she decided to call and ask her friend Jenna
for some advice. She just needed to talk to a friendly and reassuring
voice to comfort her. She knew she wasn't ready to talk to her husband
yet, not sure what to tell him.

	Jennifer picked up the phone and as she brought it to her ear to dial
she heard a voice "So your finally awake slut. Good, get your sweet
ass out here." she heard. "What. I don't have any clothes." Jennifer
said timidly. "I know now get out her now dammit!"  The voice told her
angrily. Not wanting to anger the voice on the phone unsure of her
circumstances she obeyed.

	Nervously she walked out of the room wearing only her towel. As she
walked out she saw two men seated at a round table sipping drinks. She
remembered the room from the previous evening and having been taken
from behind bent over that table. In front of the table was a
television and she saw in horror as the men where watching the video
from the previous evening. She saw her self on the screen hungrily
sucking a cock in her mouth as she rammed her hips against someone
screwing her pussy from behind. Crying from the sight on the screen
one of the men ordered her to sit down.

	The men watched for several minutes ignoring her. Jennifer too
disgusted by what she saw on the screen sat with her head down.
Turning to her one of the men said "You're quite the slut, Honey. Just
look at you go." "That's not me. I don't know what happened last night
I've never done anything like that before." Jennifer said bawling now.
Laughing at her the man replied "Really will isn't that you?" he said
pointing to the television. As Jennifer looked up she saw a different
scene in a lavish bedroom, on the screen was the picture of a girl a
dick in her throat and one screwing her pussy from behind again.
Jennifer watched in speechless horror as the camera zoomed in on her
face, then her wedding ring on her finger, before focusing on the
navel ring she wore. There was no doubt the image on the screen was
her. She then took note that her cunt had been freshly shaved and knew
it had to have happened in the three days she was now unable to
remember.

	Jennifer had tried hard not to think of what she could remember from
that night. The fear she felt when she saw Nate or Nick or who ever he
really was. The since of helplessness she felt as he began to rub her
body and touch her. The horror that struck her as Nick knocked Mike to
the floor and let the two men in. The shock of watching her husband
being tied to the chair, now as helpless as her, the sensation of the
drug running through her veins. Her lose of control as Nick began to
rape her, the feeling of pleasure she derived from his penetration.

	Her attention was brought back to the present as one of them slapped
her across the face knocking her to the floor. "Pay attention slut!. I
said lose the towel."  He said. "No. Please!" she began to plead.
Instantly he stood reached out and ripped the towel from her body.
"Stop it! Just stop it. This isn't right what do you think your
doing." She started to protest.  The other man now standing as well
grabbed one of her arms as the man who had slapped her grabbed the
other. She continued to protest as the men effortlessly sat her in the
chair and producing a pair of medal handcuffs secured her arms behind
the chair.

	"You better get a grip slut! From now on you do as your told nobody
gives a crap what you think is right or wrong or what you want. You
will do as your told or else." He said. "Your crazy! You can't just
tell me to do anything I'm a human being and there are laws against..."
Jennifer began to protest. For her troubles she was once again slapped
across her beautiful face. The force of this second blow enough to
crack her lip open causing her to bleed. Her head down she got a
glimpse of herself in the mirror on the wall.

	There she was secured to the chair her body on display for all to see
two strange men she didn't know standing over her, threatening her.
The pain and humiliation she feared was only equaled by her fear. She
watched as another tear ran down her cheek, knowing just as that
fateful Friday night there would be no one to save her. How had it
gone from a simple online chat to this? Mike had made a terrible
mistake the day he setup his little planned threesome, but how had it
turned into this nightmare, and would it ever end?

	"Look bitch you've got two choices you can start doing as your told
right know and save you and your family a lot of pain for one." He
told her letting it sink in for a minute or two "Or you can fight us
we drug you, screw you and then screw you up until you do as your
told. Now if you chose to go that route will your daughters a freaking
orphan. Who knows if your parents will take her after they see the
tapes we've already gotten of you." Jennifer no sobbing hysterically
listened as he continued. "After we off your limp dick husband, and
burn your house to the ground I bet you'll start to cooperate so we
don't do the same to your folks and kid."

	 The man stood back and let it sink in for several minutes before he
asked her. "Will Slut what's it going to be do as we say or not."
"What choice do I have? What does it matter you've already killed me,
just leave my family alone please!" she said blubbering through her
tears. "We will if you do everything your told without question." She
was told. "Fine, just leave my family alone. What do I have to..."She
began to ask. "Will I'm glad you asked." Cutting her off. "First will
record some messages for hubby. He is expecting you back in three
weeks well be just about done with your training by then." He said.

	The other man still unidentified placed a tape recorder with a
microphone and a pad of paper in front of her. "Okay Slut just read
what's on the paper there are 35 different messages for hubby there.
You better read them all in a regular tone of voice and make them
convincing." He ordered her as he held the pad in front of her as the
other man held the microphone to her lips.

	And so she began "Hi honey. Will I just got back in to the hotel
we're driving up the coast tonight to look at some property and I just
wanted you to know every things okay. Please don't let Lisa stay up to
late you know she gets cranky at day care if you do. Tell her Mommy
loves her and misses her. I love you I'll try to call you later
tomorrow so we can talk, Love you, Bye." She finished the first. They
seemed pleased at her efforts and moved onto the next. The next twenty
are so where all about the same. Some lame reason why she hadn't
called earlier or later and trying to reassure him everything was
fine. She found the next one troubling it was her explaining to Mike
why she would need to stay out of town a few more weeks. As she tried
to finish what was written she found herself crying from the news her
ordeal would last longer.

	This angered the talker as her pinched her nipple and told her to
nock it off and do it right or else. Jennifer fought to regain her
composure so she could finish without angering him more. She finished
this one and then another and another. Then she recorded about five
meant for her parents. Once she had finished the men nodded at each
other in approval as the silent one walked into the other room
carrying off the recording. He returned moments later with a stack of
papers.

	Jennifer found her hands un-cuffed as she was told to sign each
document where indicated. Looking at the first paper she read
something about medical treatment or release or something. As she
started to read it the talker grabbed her nipple and said. "Slut I
don't recall telling you to read shit. I said sign the freakin paper."
Pain running through her breast she signed and moved on to the next.
She got a glance every now and again, some seemed to be film and
copyright releases while others where powers of attorney and medical
release forms. Jennifer didn't want to sign any of them especially the
ones that hadn't even been filled in yet, but did out of fear.

	Jennifer sat silently as they shuffled the papers the silent one
leaving with them and returning with a small outfit. "Blow us and you
can get dressed." The talker said. "What?" Jennifer said shocked by
his bluntness not yet used to her situation. Her question got her
slapped across the face again. "Now" was all he said.

	Jennifer now on her hands and knees crawled over to the talker and
waited for him to take his thing out. He looked down at her and said
"Now Slut!" she knew she would have to do it all. She started to reach
for his trousers and he stopped her saying. "No I don't think so Slut
use you teeth and mouth to get it out."  Jennifer leaned down and
tried to use her tongue to lift up the handle on his zipper. She had a
lot of trouble with the whole process which got her rewarded with
another nipple pinch causing her to yelp and cry again. Finally
getting his zipper down she used her nose to open his trousers she
found he wore no under wear thankfully. Using her tongue she guided
his dick into her mouth and began to move her lips across it. She did
nothing more than move lips across his member. Angered by her poor job
he pinched her again telling her to suck it in and roll her tongue
over it.

	Jennifer had never liked oral sex and always tried to make sure Mike
wouldn't enjoy it hoping he would stop asking for it. She began to
suck on the dick in her mouth. She slobbered on his slacks unable to
keep her saliva in her mouth. She tried to suck the juice out of him
hoping to avoid any further punishment. "That's a little better slut
now take it all the way in your mouth I want to feel you tonsils on my
dick." He ordered.

	Jennifer tried to take it in further but every time she tried she
began to gag and cough unable to relax her throat. "Let me help." The
talker said. He grabbed Jennifer's hair on her next attempt and forced
her mouth down over his prick. She gagged and tried to break free but
he had an iron grip and wouldn't let go. He held her there for several
minute finally she relaxed enough that he began to move her head back
and forth over his cock. Jennifer was unaware he had released his grip
on her as she concentrated on her breathing as her head moved up and
down over his cock. She found that with a little effort she was able
to suppress her natural gag reflex and take his cock in her throat.
She continued on her own for the next ten minutes her job now good
enough to get him off he grabbed her hair again and held her as he
shot his load down her throat.

	Jennifer almost puked as the man shot load after load of his hot
sticky cum down her throat. It felt like a warm slime and as she
coughed some up. She was sickened by the taste of the awful liquid. As
she felt him release her hair she fell over on the floor trying to
prevent herself from vomiting.

	"Hey, Slut you're not done. Now go practice some more on Tony. We got
places to go so hurry." Jennifer slowly crawled over to him and began
the process over again. She was much better this time and able to take
him in her throat with a little effort he lasted as long as the talker
but unloaded more of his seed than his cohort.

	The outfit thrown to Jennifer as she lay on the ground she looked it
over it was a one piece black Lycra dress. "Put it on Slut." She was
told. "I need some under.." she started to say looking up at him she
stopped. She slipped the dress on without another word and began to
stand pulling it down. The dress hug firmly over hips but was a little
loss around the chest. They escorted her out to a SUV and had her sit
in the back.

	Jennifer watched through the darkened windows as they drove through
the streets of LA not knowing where she was being taken. They pulled
into a small office building the placard outside labeled it the
Southern LA Plastic Surgery Clinic. The parking lot was mostly empty
and Jennifer saw the time on the clock at the bank across the street
it was just after 6:00 P.M.

	As they walked into the office she was escorted to the back. Tony the
silent man finally speaking to the Doctor as he walked out from an
office. She heard them speaking of the enhancement and what they where
looking for. Jennifer was escorted into a room labeled pre-op. The
talker reaching down began to lift her dress up and off her body.
Jennifer made no move to stop him as she was to scared to put up any
resistance.

	The Doctor and Tony walked in and the Doctor began looking at a
folder he then walked up and began cupping Jennifer's breast. They
spoke of the operation some more and the placement of the implants.
Jennifer found herself excluded from the talk all together. The
preparations took about an hour and a half. Jennifer had seen in the
doctor's folder noting he already had a photo of her bare chest
labeled before he used as he made marks on her breast. Through all the
preparations none of the men or even the nurses who had since come in
even spoke to Jennifer.

	Jennifer found herself lying on the table she heard them talk of the
type of implant. She would be getting expandable implants whatever
that meant. She heard them talk as the gas mask was placed over her
face she hadn't said a word or been spoken to, only about since she
had been here. She heard the Doctor say "Will put her under I think
it'll be for the best." Jennifer lay unconscious on the table only
moments later.
  
End chapter 5

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