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I Belong To Snake Now
By vulgus

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Story codes:  NC/MF/MMMMMF/FF/Exhib/Hum

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

I have just learned a valuable lesson. It has been, and continues
to be, a very costly lesson. Let me tell you about it.

My name is Ashley. I am twenty-two, 5'6", 115, bright red hair,
and as of just over a year ago, very married. I met my husband in
college and we married as soon as I graduated last year. He
graduated a year ahead of me and is already well on his way to
being the next Donald Trump, except for the hair of course.

My husband, Jay, is an old fashioned kind of guy. He doesn't want
his wife to work. He is in charge in the home. We are deeply
religious and go to church every Sunday. 

I am home all day and I guess I have entirely too much free time
since we don't have any kids yet. There are just the two of us
and a lot of nights Jay works until very late, so I spend a lot
of time home alone. On those days when Jay doesn't come home
until very late, the amount of housework required the next day is
pretty much just rinse out the coffee pot! 

Recently we bought a new computer from a local company that
builds them to order. They have their own IP service and they
offered us a great deal when we bought the computer, so we signed
up with them. 

I used a computer in college of course, but it was strictly
school work and email to friends and relatives. It wasn't until a
few months ago, after we got the new computer and I was bored one
day, that I discovered chat rooms. 

At first I just went into rooms and did what they call lurking. I
would observe the way people behaved and the things they said,
the shorthand that they used. Gradually I started taking part in
the conversations. That would have been fine. Except that I
started going into chat rooms that a married woman, especially a
newlywed, should not be going into. I started having
conversations that were more and more erotic. I started saying
things to complete strangers that I would never even say to my
husband! 

It was fun! It was exciting! A couple of times I tried what they
call net sex, but I felt kind of silly. I preferred having long,
sexually oriented conversations. I went way beyond baring my soul
to perfect strangers. I made terrible things up just to make it
more exciting. I would tell guys that I had done things that I
had never even heard of before I started visiting chat rooms. 

That wasn't bad enough though. They kept asking for pictures. I
had a digital camera and I put it on a tripod and took some
innocent pictures. They were just clear enough that you could
tell what a nice figure I have. You couldn't see my face and I
always had all of my clothes on......at first. 

There were a couple of guys that I talked with regularly. I felt
safe with them. They were smart and funny and sexy and on the
other side of the country. I broke down and sent one of them a
picture with my face in it. Later, I let the other guy talk me
into sending him pictures of me in just a bra and panty, but my
face wasn't visible. In some of them I was even touching myself.


In all of our chats I was telling these men things I made up, as
if I had done them. They were raunchy things. I frequently
described fantasies that were even worse. It was safe, I thought.
They didn't know my name, only my screen name, sexycindy1984.
They didn't know where I lived. There was just no way that they
could find me.

Everything was fine until two weeks ago, at one in the morning.
The phone rang and woke me up. Luckily my husband is a light
sleeper. He has such a problem with it that he wears ear plugs to
bed. He never hears anything. I quickly grabbed the phone. My
heart was in my throat. I thought surely that a loved one had
been in an accident or something. Why else would our phone ring
at one in the morning?

I said, "Hello?" quietly into the phone. 

There was a brief pause and then a male voice said, "Hello
sexycindy1984. That's such a mouthful, do you mind if I call you
Ashley?"

I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I was certain that
one of the two men I chatted with regularly had somehow figured
out who I was and where I lived. I was about to find out that it
was even worse than that.

"Who is this?" I asked, in a near panic.

There was a chuckle in my ear and the voice said, "Go check your
email." Then he hung up.

I checked that Jay was still asleep and I slipped out of bed and
hurried to the computer room. I turned on the computer and sat
there waiting with my heart pounding so loud I couldn't hear it
boot up.

When it was finally ready I checked my email and there was an
email from "yourworstnightmare". I hesitated for the longest
time. I was terrified, but finally I had to know what it said. I
clicked on it and opened it and the first thing I saw was a half
a dozen pictures of me. My face was in them and also the shots of
me in my underwear and even the ones that showed me touching
myself over my bra and panty. 

These were the pictures I had sent to my two chat room friends,
but to both of them! I had sent them each different pictures!

It got worse. I scrolled down and came to the text of the email.
There were excerpts from my chats with both men, some of the most
awful things. The way I had said them it sounded like I was doing
those terrible things. Things like having sex with lots of
different men when my husband was at work. Going out in slutty
clothes and picking up lots of men. I once claimed that I had
also picked up women. In one conversation I even claimed to have
had sex with the teenage boy that mowed our grass! I had gone out
of my way to make these things sound believable.

At the end of the email, "yourworstnightmare" said, "I have
transcripts of every conversation you have had since you bought
your computer. If you don't want your husband to see them then
you had best come to 5711 Lawton Lane tomorrow at nine AM.
Goodnight, sleep well."

I read the email several times, trying desperately to figure out
who might be behind it. Trying even more desperately to figure
out how I could explain those things to my husband. He was a
deeply religious and very straight laced man. He would never
believe that these were all fantasies and lies told to excite
both me and the men I was talking to. Even if he did believe it,
he would find it unacceptable! I was going to be divorced either
way. SHIT!!"

I finally turned the computer off and went back to bed. Jay heard
me coming back to bed and asked if everything was alright. I told
him I had gone to the bathroom and then he went right back to
sleep. I lay awake for hours with a horrible dread running
through me.

I got up with Jay in the morning and made breakfast as usual
while he got ready for work. After he went to work I turned the
computer on and read the email again. I was going crazy trying to
find some way out of this. I couldn't imagine how someone local
could have all of this information.

While I was sitting in front of the computer, more or less in a
stupor, I received another email from "yourworstnightmare". I
didn't open it at first. I was afraid to. After putting off the
inevitable for as long as possible I knew that I didn't have a
choice and I opened it. The email contained a map to the address
I had been ordered to go to this morning with directions from my
driveway, and another picture of me in my underwear, holding my
conservative bra covered breasts in my hands as if offering them
up to a lover. 

It was getting late so I showered and did my makeup and then
tried to decide what to wear. All of my clothing is quite
conservative. That's how I dress. That's who I am. I selected a
navy skirt and a plain white top and a matching navy jacket. I
dressed and looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't know for
sure what this was about, but it seemed obvious that the point
was sexual blackmail. We were just starting out and had no money.
I was careful to dress in a way that could not possibly give the
wrong impression.

I didn't know who was doing this, or how I was going to get out
of it, but I had to get out of it. I couldn't possibly do
anything of a sexual nature with someone outside of my marriage!

I have always been shy and self conscious about my body. I know
that I have a good figure but it makes me uncomfortable when
people notice. Every time a man looks at me and I see his eyes
glance down at my figure I blush. I can't help it. Jay is the
only man that has seen me naked or touched my skin. I allowed a
high school boyfriend to touch my breasts over my clothing on
several occasions. It was very exciting, but it was also very
wrong and I stopped seeing him before he could push me any
farther.

My husband and I started dating while he was a senior and I was a
junior in college. We started "going steady" almost as soon as we
started dating. We seemed to be perfect for each other. He would
be the strong father figure in my life and take care of me
forever. We shared our strong religious principles and morals. He
was the man I had always dreamed that my husband would be. He was
cute too!

Jay asked me to marry him four months before I graduated from
college. I accepted, totally without reservation. From that time
on, we often went a little farther on dates than I had ever gone
previously. I would sometimes let him put my hand on his thing
through his pants. I didn't do anything, just held it there. I
began to allow him greater liberties. He would sometimes touch my
thighs under my skirt, or cup my breast inside my top, but
through my bra. There were still limits. We were never more
intimate than that before our wedding. 

It was well worth the wait. When the day of our wedding finally
arrived we left for our honeymoon pure and untouched. That week
was a week of wonder and exploration and excitement and we both
knew that it had been worth the wait.

Now some strange man was insisting that I go to what I assumed
was his address and I can only assume that he intends to have sex
with me. It just wasn't possible. I would not be able to do it. I
would go there and explain that, yes, I had gotten carried away
in those chats, but it was just for titillation. I never had any
intention of ever doing anything with anyone but my husband. I
still don't!

I looked at the map that he had sent me. The street was less than
a mile from my house. I would have to leave my subdivision and go
out to the main road and the next street off of the main road
heading away from town was Lawton. I didn't like the idea that
this pervert lived so near to my home.

It was finally time to go and get this over with. I got in my car
and drove to his house. It was not as well kept as the neighbors.
The grass needed mowing. There was a big motorcycle parked
outside the garage, right beside the pickup truck with all of the
redneck stickers on the back window.

I drove past the first time. I couldn't bring myself to stop
there. I knew I had no choice though. I had to face him and put
an end to this. I parked at the curb in front of the house. I
walked slowly up the driveway. I was so nervous I was having
trouble breathing.

I could hear music coming from inside the house. I had to knock
loudly several times before someone finally answered the door.
The man who answered the door was in his mid to late thirties,
tall, at least 6'2", and big. He looked like one of those men who
had once lifted weights but had stopped. He was still strong, but
he was getting a bit of a beer gut. He also looked kind of mean.
I began to suspect that I was not going to be able to reason with
him. Oh, and he also looked familiar, but as hard as I tried to
remember I could not say from where.

He didn't say anything when he came to the door. He looked at me
for a moment and then stood back and held the door for me to come
in. I tried to tell him that I did not want to enter his house. I
had just come to reason with him. I was stuttering and stammering
and finally he said, "Shut the fuck up and get your dumb ass in
here, cunt!"

I could not have been more shocked if he had struck me! In my
entire life no one had ever spoken to me in that manner, or used
that course language in my presence. I wanted to slap his face.
Instead, he reached out and grabbed me by the back of the neck
and pulled me into his living room. 

Once I was inside he shut the door and walked around me to sit in
an old recliner. He looked up at me for a minute. I glanced at
him and it was obvious he was enjoying this. I started to speak
again, still not knowing exactly what I could say, but knowing
that I had to get out of this place. 

I uttered a few unintelligible sounds but he interrupted to say,
"You really are a stupid cunt, aren't you? Do all of your friends
call you clueless?"

"What!" I managed to gasp out. "No! And please don't use that
language around me. I won't stand for it!"

He laughed at me. "What's the matter cunt, you don't like being
called cunt? I'll call you any god damned thing I want and you
will smile and say 'yes sir'. Got it?"

"Please, don't use the lord's name in vain!  I only came here to
reason with you. I am not the kind of person you think I am.
Those chats, they were......I don't know, just harmless playing.
I am not really that kind of person. I don't know how you got
those pictures or those chat-logs, but you have to destroy them
and not contact me anymore. Do you understand?" I sounded weak
and ineffectual even to myself.

He laughed in my face. "Sorry cunt, not gonna happen. I got your
sweet ass right where I want it. I think that you are going to
find our days together very educational."

He got up and pulled me over to the sofa and pushed me down. The
place was so dirty and messy I was uncomfortable about touching
anything, but I was too numb to resist him. He sat beside me and
pulled a folder on the coffee table closer and opened it up.
Inside were 8X10s of all of the pictures, copies of all of the
chat logs, and a list of names and addresses. The list contained
the names of both Jay's parents and my own, our grandparents, our
neighbors, our closest friends, Jay's boss and several of his
co-workers. It also listed our Pastor and many of the most
influential people in our church. 

I suddenly knew I was going to throw up. I looked around and
couldn't see the bathroom so I ran to the kitchen and was sick in
the sink. When I was finished I rinsed the sink out and then
rinsed my face and my mouth. The only towel I saw was filthy so I
used a paper towel to dry my face and hands. I looked into the
living room and he was still sitting where I had left him on the
sofa.

I went into the living room and, realizing I was trapped, I asked
him what he wanted from me.

"You are one hot bitch," he said. "I don't think you have any
idea how hot you are. That's okay though, I do. I am going to
teach you all about sex, you are going to learn how to fuck and
suck on command. I can see that I am definitely going to have to
teach you how to dress!"

"You don't understand," I tried one last time. "I have never been
with anyone but my husband. I just couldn't!"

He ordered me to go get him a beer from the refrigerator. I
didn't want to do it. I realized that any time I obeyed an order
of his I would be surrendering. I stared at him for a moment,
aware of the implied threat. He didn't even have to put the
threat into words. I knew I was beaten. I got the beer from the
refrigerator. I was disgusted by the inside of the refrigerator.
I don't think he had ever cleaned it out. I took the beer in and
handed it to him. It wasn't even 9:30 in the morning yet and he
was drinking a beer.

He saw the disapproval in my face and he laughed and said, "I
always drink beer while I watch a strip show. Now, I want you to
start taking those damned clothes off. Take as much time as you
like, we have all day." 

I stood in front of this horrible man in shock, unable to move.
He picked up a small remote control and pointed it at a camera on
a tripod nearby and told me to start.

I looked at the camera and I panicked. It was just too much. I
collapsed to my knees and put my face in my hands and sobbed. He
just watched. When I finally had recovered enough to look at him
he was smiling. He was actually enjoying my suffering! Oh my god
what have I gotten myself into!

I tried to plead again. I begged him. I told him I couldn't
possibly undress in front of a man other than my husband. I
certainly could not undress in front of a camera! I glanced at
the camera and noticed that the red light was still on. It was
recording me even now!

"You stupid cunt, get the fuck up! I was intending to start you
out kind of easy, but if you don't pull yourself together and get
with the program here, I am going to have to take my belt to your
sweet ass. Now, god damn it, you know you got no way out of this.
So get the fuck off the floor and start taking your clothes off.
Or if you would rather, I suppose I could call a few friends over
and we could take your clothes off. Would you prefer that?"

I struggled to my feet and wiped my eyes and my nose with the
damp paper towel that I still had in my hands from when I had
washed my face at the sink. I put the paper towel in the side
pocket of my jacket and then I slipped my jacket off and dropped
it on the coffee table. I stepped out of my shoes and I slowly
unbuttoned my blouse, pulling it out of my skirt as I reached the
bottom. I took a deep breath and let it slide down my shoulders
and while covering my chest with my arm I dropped the blouse on
top of my jacket. 

I wanted to disappear. I knew that there was no use in begging
anymore. I just didn't think I could do this. My body had always
been sacred to me. To be undressing in this hovel for the
amusement and eventual sexual gratification of the cretin seated
on the couch, well, it was just unimaginable!

He didn't rush me. He was enjoying my discomfort as much as he
was going to enjoy my partial nudity. I glanced at him and the
look of pleasure on his face made my discomfort even worse. I
quickly looked away, but it was hard to find a place to look. If
I looked down I saw the 8X10s spread out on the coffee table. If
I looked away I saw the movie camera filming my humiliation.
Finally I found myself staring at a Playboy calendar on the wall
behind my tormentor.

I couldn't stand like this forever. So I unfastened my skirt and
slid it off. I held onto it so that it wouldn't fall to the
filthy floor and I stepped out of it as gracefully as possible. I
dropped my skirt on the growing pile of my clothing and took
another deep breath to try and steady my nerves. I put my thumb
into the waistband of my pantyhose and started rolling them down.
Again, I stepped out of them without allowing them to touch the
floor. 

Now I was dressed in only my modest bra and panties. The idea of
the next step was so scary that I was actually shivering. I
finally reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. I held it in
front of me, still cupping my breasts as the shoulder straps slid
down and I pulled my arms free. Finally I pulled the bra away
from my breasts, but I continued to cover them with my arm. With
my other arm I dropped the bra on the pile. 

Oh sweet Jesus, how could I do this?! There was no answer.
Finally I dropped my arm and bared my breasts to the monster that
now had my life and my marriage in his hands. It didn't help that
he whistled in appreciation when my breasts came into view. 

Like most women my age, I suppose, I have very firm breasts. They
are a bit on the small side and stick out straight from my chest.
They are also very sensitive. More sensitive than most I think.
Sometimes, when Jay is caressing them and playing with my nipples
I think that if he would just do that a little more, or a little
harder, I could actually have an orgasm. Of course I couldn't
tell Jay what to do. Still, it is always pleasant when he touches
them.

Now it was time for the final indignity. I realized, however,
that this would not be anywhere near the final indignity. This
man is going to rape me. And I am going to have to let him. Not
just this time. Not just today. There will be many more rapes to
come. It just isn't fair!

I slid my panties down over my hips and down to just below my
knees and stepped out of them, being careful to keep my thighs
pressed as tightly together as possible. I started to drop my
underwear on the pile but he held out his hand and I dropped them
in his hand instead. He stared at me as he brought my underwear
to his face and breathed deeply. I didn't think I could be any
more embarrassed. I was wrong. 

I stood still for a long time and then he ordered me to turn
around. I turned until my back was toward him and I swear I could
feel his eyes on me as I stood naked in front of him. 

Then he ordered me to face the camera. When I was facing the
camera he ordered me to lace my fingers behind my neck and to
hold my elbows out to my side. I did as he ordered. It was just
one more indignity. I spread my legs a couple of feet apart when
he commanded me.

After staring at me for several minutes he rose and stepped
behind me. I shivered when I felt his hand caressing my back,
sliding down and moving over my buttocks. I started to cry again,
softly. I knew he would enjoy that too, which only made it worse.
I felt him exploring my body with his large rough hands, even
moving his fingers into the crevice between my nether cheeks!
There was no more resistance in me though. Every time I thought
to resist I realized that not only would it be futile, but it
would serve to increase the pleasure he took from desecrating my
body and my soul.

I felt him move closer to me and reach around and take my breasts
into his hands. I noticed a mirror against the wall behind the
camera and when I saw myself being molested this way I shut my
eyes. My tormentor would not allow me to hide behind my eyelids.
He was watching me in the mirror and he ordered me to open my
eyes and watch. 

I opened my eyes and stared in shock as this evil man grasped,
squeezed, pulled and twisted my firm young breasts. It was
obvious that he was hurting me, and it was equally obvious that
hurting me was something he enjoyed. Fleetingly the thought
flashed through my brain that it was such a shame that suicide
was a mortal sin, for that seemed to be the only way out of this
mess.

He began to concentrate on my nipples, which were already erect,
much to my further shame. He squeezed and pulled and twisted them
and it was totally unlike the gentle way that Jay treated them.
To my horror, I felt the sensations like electric shocks
traveling all the way to my clitoris, and I quickly realized that
if he did not stop I was going to have an orgasm. I knew that I
could not live with that! 

He didn't stop though, and I did have an orgasm. I sank down,
unable to support my own weight and sobbed into my hands once
more. But I didn't sink to the floor. He held me up, one strong
hand grasping my breast and the other moving down and forcing its
way between my thighs. 

The very idea that some man besides Jay would have his hand on my
vagina was just totally unimaginable! Yet here I was with a
stranger, a man intent on using me for his sexual pleasure. Worse
than that, he was a man who received pleasure from my suffering.


"Oh my god," I thought, "How could I have had an orgasm at the
hands of this monster?!" I would never be the same now. I was
truly a fallen woman.

I was finally able to regain my footing and support myself.
Meanwhile, his hand continued to explore my vagina, roughly
rubbing and then finally penetrating me with one of his large
fingers. I cried out in anguish as he entered me. 

He pulled me closer and whispered in my ear. Telling me in the
most awful language what he was going to do to me, and what I was
going to do to him. I just shook my head weakly back and forth
and whimpered. No longer even pleading, not resisting, just
reacting to each new humiliation in the only way that I could.

Finally he released me and stepped back. He stood me in profile
to the camera and ordered me to undress him. I wiped the tears
from my eyes with the backs of my hands and gingerly grabbed the
hem of the holey t-shirt he was wearing and being careful not to
actually touch his skin any more than necessary I pulled the
shirt up his torso and over his head. I dropped it beside the
pile of my clothes on the table and then I dropped to my knees
and unfastened his belt and his jeans. 

I tried not to look at the large throbbing erection tenting out
the front of his shorts as I slid his jeans down and he stepped
out of them. I dropped his jeans and tried to keep my total
revulsion under control as I pinched the waist of his shorts in
my fingers and carefully pulled them down. I was shocked as his
penis came into view. It looked huge! It was much, much larger
than Jay's, much uglier too. I knew that they came in assorted
sizes of course. I had just never expected to be kneeling with my
face mere inches from some stranger's penis, certainly not a
penis that I would estimate to be at least eight inches long. And
so frightfully thick! I did not think it possible that he would
be able to put that horrible thing in me!

After I had removed his shorts he took his organ in his hand and
rubbed it over my face. There was a clear liquid coming out of
the hole in the tip. I knew that when men became excited their
penises excreted lubrication. I had never actually seen it
before. I certainly had never had my face this close to Jay's
penis! I had never actually touched it with my hands except a few
times, playfully, through his clothing. 

Now this horrible man was rubbing his organ all over my face
leaving a trail of wetness wherever it touched me. I felt it as
he moved it slowly over my cheeks and my eyelids, down to my chin
and then across my lips. I felt like I might throw up again but I
started gagging and he slapped me. Hard! Right on my face! 

I had never been hit before! Never in my entire life! I was
shocked. My eyes opened and I saw the huge penis less than an
inch from my nose. 

"Kiss it," he said quietly, but firmly. 

I tried to pull away. I was sure that I could not do that. I
wasn't totally nave. I knew that there were women who did that
sort of thing. I even knew that it was almost common. I also knew
that it wasn't normal, it wasn't right. Good women like me most
certainly did not touch a man's sexual organ with their lips!

The man grabbed my hair again and held me tight. "You know," he
asked in a conversational tone, as though talking to a friend
about the weather, "I have never fucked a redhead before. I am
really looking forward to this. It just tickled the hell out of
me when you dropped your drawers and I saw that the carpet
matched the drapes. I knew it would, but it sure looks hot." 

I didn't have the slightest idea what he was talking about. But I
knew what he was doing. He pulled my face back to his large organ
and placed the tip of it to my lips. 

"Now kiss it, cunt." 

I closed my eyes but he yelled at me to keep them open. 

I opened my eyes and looked at his swollen stomach as I pursed my
lips and obeyed yet another of his humiliating commands. When I
had kissed him he pulled my face away and ordered me to lick my
lips. I did. I was surprised that the slimy fluid oozing from his
penis did not seem to have a taste. Still, when I obeyed his
order and ran my tongue over my lips I started gagging again at
the very idea of what I was doing. 

When I started gagging he pulled his hand up as though to slap me
again but I managed to regain control before he hit me again.

He slowly pulled my face back and when the slimy end of his penis
was at my lips he ordered me to stick my tongue out and lick it,
all over. 

I groaned in shame as I forced myself to obey. I licked all
around the head of his organ, repulsed by what I was forced to
do. I was startled by the sudden violent twitching when my tongue
touched him. He moaned in pleasure as I started licking his ugly
male organ. It was difficult. It kept moving around as though it
was trying to escape me. Chasing it around with my tongue made
what I was doing just that much more humiliating. 

When I had been licking for some time he guided my face down and
I was forced to lick the dirty, ugly, hairy, smelly sack
containing his testicles. How could so many women allow
themselves to be used like this?!

Once his testicles were covered in my saliva he pulled my face
back up and said, "Okay baby, that's enough foreplay. Now it's
time for the main act. Wrap your pretty pink lips around that
fucking thing and let's see how much of it you can swallow."

I had every reason to believe this was coming. But still, how
could I actually allow a man to put his penis in my mouth? I
shuddered in revulsion, praying that I would be able to get
through this. I opened my mouth wide and he laughed at me as he
slowly pushed his nasty organ into me. "You sure got a lot to
learn about cocksucking," he said in a tone that let me know how
stupid he thought I was. "But don't worry. You're going to get
lots and lots of practice."

I closed my lips around his penis as he pushed it into me. "Watch
your teeth!" he warned me. "Damn you are stupid cunt, aren't you?
Alright, that's it. Move that tongue around."

He was moving in and out of my mouth slowly. Each time he moved
in he pushed a little deeper into my mouth. Now he was hitting
the back of my throat with every stroke and I was gagging again.
At first he just watched my reaction and ignored it. He kept
forcing his organ into the back of my throat and then he started
slapping me. Every time I would gag, which was on every stroke,
he would slap my face, hard. I was crying hysterically now. I was
crying and gagging and gasping for breath and desperate for this
to be over. He suddenly grabbed my head in both of his large,
strong hands and pulled my head towards him as he thrust into my
mouth with his hips and his penis suddenly slid all the way into
my throat. Suddenly I had my lips stretched wide around the base
of his smelly organ!

"Oh yes!" he screamed. "Holy shit! Yes bitch! That's fucking
fantastic!"

That was when I felt it. I felt his penis pulsing in my throat
and I knew what was happening. I couldn't breath. I wanted to
throw up again. I was pushing with all my might on his thighs and
I was sure I was going to die with my lips around the base of
this man's sex organ!

But finally he was pulling back, very, very slowly. He stopped
with the tip still resting in my mouth and I tasted a few drops
of his ejaculate on my tongue. 

"You may be one dumb cunt," he said contemptuously, "but it looks
like you are going to be a pretty good cocksucker after all! With
a lot more practice of course. I gotta admit, not many bitches
can take my cock down their fucking throats."

Did he have to talk like that? It seemed to make it so much worse
that he was so coarse.

He stepped back when his penis was finished drooling the last few
drops of his semen into my mouth. I wanted to spit it out, but I
knew that would just get me hit again. So I swallowed, managing
to control my gag reflex this time. It was very painful to
swallow. What made it worse was that I realized that he was going
to make me do this again, probably often. I couldn't take it much
more. I would not be able to live like this. I even thought of
killing him. Unfortunately, I knew I couldn't. It just wasn't in
me to kill someone. Not even this animal.

He stretched me out on the floor with my feet toward the camera.
He went and adjusted the aim and then he sat back down in his
chair and went back to sipping on his beer. As soon as he was
comfortable, he ordered me to masturbate! Well, he didn't use
that word. I had never in my life masturbated. Masturbation is a
sin. Now I was going to be forced to do it in front of a strange
man, and on camera! I don't even know how. I tried to explain
that I didn't know how but even as the words came out of my mouth
I knew I was wasting my time.

"You stupid cunt, you gotta be shittin' me! Fuckin' everybody
jerks off! Christ I bet the fucking pope jerks off! I'll tell you
what. You better damn sure figure it out fast. Because if you
can't figure it out I imagine I can find someone to come in here
and help you figure it out."

I was sure he would do it to. The very idea of yet one more
stranger enjoying my subjugation and humiliation was unbearable.
So I moved my hands down and started to caress myself. I gently
rubbed around my clitoris and it actually felt very good. I knew
it was a sin, but I didn't have any choice. As I was rubbing he
ordered me to put a finger, and then two fingers, inside my
vagina and move them in and out. Of course that wasn't the way he
said it.

I closed my eyes, but he ordered me to open them and look right
into the camera as I rubbed myself. I never, for one moment,
thought that I would be able to achieve orgasm like this, under
these circumstances. It made things so much worse that I was
wrong. It seemed like a very long time, but eventually I started
getting short of breath and I felt the pleasure spreading through
my loins. I tried not to, but eventually I knew I couldn't avoid
it any longer. I started rubbing harder and faster and my hips
rose up to meet my fingers and to my total and complete
humiliation I achieved orgasm, my second orgasm since entering
this horrible man's house this morning. How could my body betray
me like this?!

My tormentor, I still didn't know his name, stood as my orgasm
subsided and walked over to where I was stretched out on the
floor. He turned me so that my side was to the camera and then he
knelt between my legs. I tried to push him away as he stretched
out between my legs and started kissing my thighs and my belly.
Nobody had ever done anything like this before, it was an
abomination. I begged him not to. I tried to push him away but he
ignored me. His lips moved closer and closer to the swollen lips
of my sex and the fact that it felt pleasant just made it that
much worse. When his tongue finally started teasing my labia I
had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming out in pleasure. Yet
again my hips thrust up, this time to meet his invading tongue,
despite my attempts to hold still and resist.

"Yeah," he said spitefully, "I knew you were a hot bitch, even if
you didn't. Look at your hot cunt. The juice is just pouring out
of you!" 

It just kept getting worse. Every time I thought it was as bad as
it could get, it got worse. Each new dehumanizing act of
degradation seemed to be able to draw me deeper into a pit of
shame.

In moments I was having another orgasm. As his lips locked on my
clitoris I could no longer control myself. I screamed loudly in
pleasure and to my everlasting shame I had a huge orgasm. Worse
than that, I had what was without question the most intense
orgasm of my life! 

He knew it too. I could sense that he knew it. God I hated him!

He kissed me down there a few more times and then he started
kissing his way up my body, kissing my stomach, my breasts.
Kissing and licking and sucking and making my body want yet
another of those fantastic orgasms. Even if my mind knew it was
horribly wrong. 

I kept my eyes closed and tried to fight the sensations of
pleasure coursing through my body like an ocean, undeniable,
irresistible. Then his lips were on mine and he was kissing me,
and I was letting him, and then I was returning his kiss. 

I felt his manhood moving against my vagina as we kissed. "Here
it comes," I thought, "the final indignity, the final dagger in
my soul." If only I had been right. I had not the vaguest idea of
the depths to which I would be dragged by this monster.

"Put your hands on my cock and guide it into your cunt," he
ordered as he hovered over me. 

I reached down and put my hand on his manhood and lined it up
with the entrance to my vagina and he started slowly forcing his
way into me. Our eyes were locked as his organ forced its way
into me. It felt so huge that I was afraid he would damage me. I
wondered if my husband would be able to tell the difference after
this man was done using me. It did not seem possible that my
abused organ would return to its normal shape and size.

He finally stopped when the base of his penis was buried all the
way in my sex organ. He smiled at me derisively and started
speaking quietly, "Yeah bitch. You never had a cock like that
buried in your cunt have you? Don't worry. You're going to get
lots of it. Before I am done with you you'll be coming over here
begging to get fucked right. Not like that wimpy little hubby of
yours. You're going to crave getting fucked by a real man."

I shook my head from side to side. I kept saying, "No, no, no,"
in a whisper. But even as I denied it I was thinking how
wonderful it felt to be stretched like this, to be filled like
this. To be taken so completely. 

He started moving then, slowly at first, our eyes still locked.
Then faster and harder and it was incredible. I felt myself
losing the fight again. My hips began to come up from the floor
to meet his thrusts, my grunts turned to moans of pleasure. Very
quickly I realized that I was losing control yet again. 

Seemingly of their own volition my arms had somehow encircled his
back and I was holding him tight, pulling him onto me and into me
with all of my might and then screaming at him to go faster and
harder. 

I felt him tense up and I felt his large organ throbbing in my
tight little hole and I knew that he was shooting his large load
of hot cream into me. I screamed again and raked his back with my
fingers as I had yet another orgasm. Then another, and yet
another! I had never been capable of multiple orgasms. I had
never had more than a feeling of mild pleasure to be honest. I am
sure that they were orgasms, those feelings of pleasure that I
had when I made love with Jay. They just weren't like this. I had
no idea it could be like this! 

I suddenly became aware of what I was doing. I was lying on the
filthy floor with a complete stranger, being taken against my
will and used like a common prostitute! I was screaming and
hugging him and kissing him and scratching his back with my
fingernails as I tossed about in a lust filled dance of
surrender, and a camera was recording my surrender.

He continued to lie on top of me, staring at my face, watching my
emotions running the gamut. Still with that horrible salacious
grin, no, leer on his face. Suddenly he dipped his head down and
licked his tongue over my face from my chin to my forehead. While
I shivered in revulsion he rolled off of me and sat up. 

He sat beside me for a minute, toying with my breast. Then he
slapped it, causing me to scream yet again and reach up to
protect myself. He stood up and then reached down and helped me
up. He pointed down the short hallway and said, "The bathroom is
down there. Go clean up your nasty cunt. Be quick about it!"

I staggered down the hallway and was just about to enter the
bathroom when I stopped suddenly. I had never seen such a filthy
mess in my life! It didn't look safe to enter. But then I
realized that after what I had done it was an appropriate place
for me. 

I went in, lowered the nasty toilet seat, and sat down,
reluctantly, on the toilet and waited as the liquids that
remained from my rape drained into the bowl. When nothing more
came out I cleaned myself with toilet paper and flushed and moved
to the sink.

There were no clean linens. I ran the water until it was warm and
then I rinsed out the cleanest washcloth I found and used it to
clean my body. When I had cleaned everything else I then washed
my vagina and my encrusted thighs. I used the cleanest of several
dirty towels to dry off with and went back out to the living
room.

Despite all that had just happened I still felt incredibly
embarrassed to be naked in front of this man. He had slipped his
jeans and his t-shirt back on and was slipping on an old pair of
boots. He let me put on my skirt and my blouse. No underwear and
no jacket. As soon as I had put my shoes on and he pulled me
outside. 

I was glad to be out of the house. I assumed that if I were in
public I would be relatively safe, but I didn't know what he had
planned and I was getting nervous. 

He led me over to the motorcycle and after he was seated he made
me sit on the tiny little pad behind his seat. I had never been
on a motorcycle before and I was terrified. My seat was a little
pad on the back fender. There was no backrest or anything to keep
me from sliding off. 

He showed me where to put my feet and he ordered me to put my
hands on his waist. Then he told me that under absolutely no
circumstances was I to move either of my hands from his waist.
Not even for a second. If I did he would stop the motorcycle and
spank me on my bare ass wherever we happened to be when it
happened. 

I told him that I understood. Well, I thought I understood. I
would find out when the bike started moving that I had not really
understood. 

He started it up and the sound was horrible. It was so loud that
it almost hurt my ears. He twisted the grip and the front end
almost came off of the ground as he raced down and out of the
driveway. I very nearly slid right off of the back. As we sped
down the side street to the main road I noticed that my skirt was
billowing up in front. I told him I needed to tuck it under my
thighs so that it wouldn't blow around and he hollered back that
it was too late now.

At first it wasn't so bad. Until he got out on the main road
where the speed limit was 45 MPH. Suddenly my skirt was billowing
up and my belly was being exposed as we rode down the four lane
road towards town. I screamed at him that we were going to get
arrested but he just yelled back that he wasn't worried, he had
his pants on!

At first I was looking around to see who might be watching, and
there were several people, especially those in pickup trucks that
got a pretty good view. When we finally came to the first stop
light I was thinking that my skirt would fall back into place. To
my dismay, it didn't, quite. The sides fell down around my
thighs, but the front was folded over and my crotch was exposed.
I realized that the only way I could deal with this was to close
my eyes and hope for the best until we got to where ever it was
he was taking me. I tried not to think about that either.

He finally pulled up in front of a place that I didn't even know
existed. On one end it was a bar, apparently a biker bar, judging
from all the bikes in the parking lot. On the other end it was a
leather shop and sexy lingerie store.

He told me to get off, which I did most happily. He stood up and
I was forced to follow him into the leather shop. When we walked
in there were several people standing around holding beers and
talking and joking. They looked up and when they saw who it was
they greeted my rapist by his nickname. I assumed that it was his
nickname.

There was a chorus of "Hey Snake! What's happening? What's that
you got with you?" 

"Snake," I thought, "who names a kid Snake?!"

I followed Snake as he went over to greet them. He greeted his
friends, who mostly had names as unlikely as his own. There were
four men and a woman in the group, and now Snake and I. Behind
them I saw the open door into the bar where people were playing
pool and laughing and drinking and listening to loud music.

They talked for a few minutes and ignored me, which was more than
fine with me. I felt extremely self conscious just being seen
with Snake. I prayed that nobody I knew had seen me riding on
that motorcycle or coming into this place!

As much as I took comfort in being ignored, it couldn't last. He
pulled me out from behind him and said, "This is my new 'slut in
training'. She just had her first biker fuck about half an hour
ago. She's still recovering."

I turned bright red as everyone, even the girl laughed. 

Someone said, "So you finally found a soft tail for your
Softail!"

The big guy, the one who appeared to work here, his name was
Larry, asked, "Where did you find a classy little bitch like
her?" 

Snake smiled and said, "I'll fill you in later. The kick is that
I'm blackmailing the stupid cunt! She is the squarest, most nave,
piece of ass I ever had! You won't believe this. She never sucked
a cock before this morning!"

There were choruses of "No shit!" and "No way!" I just kept my
head down and prayed to be struck by lightning. 

Snake said, "Yeah, and all she has is crap like this to wear. I
figured I'd bring her in and get her some good slut clothes. Got
anything that would look good on her?"

Larry looked me over and then led Snake and me down one of the
aisles. I heard the remaining three men and the woman following.
We came to a stop beside a rack of short skirts. I mean so short
they should be illegal! Larry asked me what my size was and when
I told him he picked one out a size smaller and handed it to me.
He told me to try it on.

I looked around for the changing room and Snake suddenly said,
"Hey! Are you deaf? Try it on!"

I whispered, "I'm looking for the changing room."

Snake mocked me in a whiny, high pitched voice. I suddenly
realized that I was to try it on right here in front of all of
them!

"Oh god, Snake, please, I can't do that!" I exclaimed, the terror
washing over me all over again.

His hand came up so fast I never saw what hit me. He slapped my
face hard, so hard that I spun around. I was too shocked to even
scream! I grabbed my face and looked at him, cowering in fear. I
had no idea why he had hit me like that!

"First of all," he said, with genuine anger in his voice, "only
my friends call me Snake, you stupid cunt! To you I am Master, or
Sir. Do you understand?"

The people standing around were smiling and laughing like this
was all in fun! Even that girl seemed to find this amusing. I
nodded and said, "Yes Sir."

"Second, you don't ever question anything I tell you to do. Not
anything! Do you understand?"

I said, "Yes Sir." I was still shivering in pain and fear. I did
not want to make this man mad again.

"Hand me that skirt you're wearing. Hell, take everything off."

I was too afraid to even hesitate. I quickly pulled my blouse and
skirt off and slipped out of my shoes to stand naked in front of
Snake and Larry and the four other customers. No, more than four,
two more men had heard the commotion and had come over to see
what was going on. They were leaning against a nearby wall and
watching my humiliation with obvious glee.

Everyone looked me over and the general consensus was that I was,
"Not bad!" I was spun around and once everyone had seen all of me
Larry handed me the skirt again and I put it on. It only came
down to my crotch and I could tell that a little bit of my bottom
was sticking out even when I stood straight. If I had to bend
over.... well, I had best avoid bending over. The skirt wrapped
around and buttoned at the waist, but that was it! Except for the
button closure it was open all the way down the side. They made
me walk up and down the aisle in it and when I passed the men
they would reach out and grab my bottom. I knew better than to
object. 

When I had returned to where Snake and Larry stood Larry reached
out and grabbed my breast. I stood quietly while he squeezed it
roughly and said, "Let's see if we can find something nice to
cover these with." 

Larry turned and started looking through tops. He pulled out one
that looked like a men's tank top with oversized arm holes. I put
it on and I found that if I didn't hold it in place on the sides,
my breasts were exposed from the side. I was made to walk the
gauntlet again and this time when I passed the men their hands
went under my new top and grabbed my breasts. Even the girl
smiled at me and grabbed me!

Larry picked out another top that was all lace. I took off the
one I was wearing and put it on. My nipples were plainly visible;
my entire breast was plainly visible. I felt more exposed with it
on. It seemed to emphasize the fact that my breasts were on
display!

Larry and Snake picked out two more, equally outrageous tops and
then decided I would probably need two skirts so I was handed
another one of those. Then Larry suggested one more thing. He led
me over to a bunch of leather goods and made me take the most
recent top off. He picked up what appeared to be a leather
harness. He slid it over my arms and fastened it behind my back.
It was constructed like a bra, except that instead of cups for my
breasts there were just small straps that came down over my
nipples, not quite covering them. 

I was horrified at all of these garments, and at having to try
them on and model them for a half a dozen dirty bikers. I was
told to pick up the clothes I had been wearing when I came in and
put them on the counter with my new clothes. Then I was led to
the corner where there was a large selection of shoes and boots,
most of them totally outrageous, of course.

I was placed in a chair and with everyone gathered around to
watch, Larry grabbed my ankle and placed my foot on the measuring
device. As soon as I sat down the little skirt had hiked up
exposing my pubic hair. Now with my leg in the air my vagina was
on view for the gathered audience. 

Larry was taking his time, giving the leering crowd of bikers
ample opportunity to see my vagina. He measured my foot and
picked out some extremely high heels. He put them on my foot,
making sure that my legs stayed widely spread the entire time.
Then he wrapped the long straps around my ankles and buckled them
on my calf. When both shoes were in place he finally put my feet
down and slid his stool back.

I was ordered to stand and walk around. I was so concerned about
falling down that I didn't even notice that my nipples had come
out from behind the small straps that were supposed to cover
them. I walked around for a minute, gradually getting used to the
heels and learning how to walk in them. Suddenly I looked at the
mirror and realized that my nipples were exposed, and erect! I
quickly tucked them back behind the straps to the laughter of my
audience. 

I was relieved when it appeared that my ordeal was over. At least
the shopping portion of it was over. I followed Snake back to the
counter up front with the cash register. While Larry was figuring
out the total Snake decided he wanted me in the t-shirt with the
big armholes. I removed the leather contraption I was wearing and
quickly slipped the t-shirt on. 

At first I was almost glad to have to change in front of everyone
again, thinking that I would be more covered, but I wasn't
really. The front sagged in between my breasts, which brought the
armholes over and totally exposed my breasts. I kept trying to
adjust it, but Snaked ordered me to quit fidgeting so I gave up
and left my breasts exposed. 

Larry finally came up with a total, $275. I couldn't believe it.
Hopefully that would discourage him and I could put this stuff
back. I was quickly reminded of what a dumb........well, you
know, I am. 

Snake said, "Pay the man bitch!" 

I looked at him helplessly. I didn't have any money. I didn't
even bring my purse with me when we left his hovel!

I finally stuttered out, "S-S-Sir........I d-d-don't have any
money!" 

"You stupid cunt!" Snake said loudly. "What the fuck are you
doing going shopping with no money?" 

Everyone was smiling and laughing and really enjoying the show.
Not me of course.

All I could do was stand there helplessly. Snake kept giving me a
dirty look and then he started calculating. "Okay, well, let's
see, $275. I guess we will have to go into the bar and see what
we can get for your ass!" 

I squeaked helplessly as he started to pull me to the door into
the bar but Larry stopped him. "Hey Snake, I'll knock $50 dollars
off for a piece."

Snake thought it over and said, "$75, you won't regret it, she's
almost a virgin."

"Done!" Larry said. 

Snake pushed me towards Larry and I stumbled into his arms in
those silly high heels. With everyone watching he bent me over
one of his display tables and warned me not to mess his stuff up.
Then he flipped my little skirt all the way up and started
fingering my vagina. 

"Shit," he said, exasperated at my apparent failure to provide
the necessary lubrication! "Dry as a fucking bone!" 

Snake said, "Sorry Larry, like I said, she's new. I'll work on
that." Everyone was chuckling as Larry grabbed my hair and pulled
me back around and pushed me to the floor on my knees. He pulled
my head to his penis and forced it into my mouth. 

"You better get that thing wet in about ten seconds," he warned,
"cause that's how long before I shove it up your tight little
cunt. I don't mind hurting you, but I don't want your tight ass
cunt rubbing the skin off my cock."

I did my best. I used my tongue as much as possible. His organ
was at least a more normal size. Surprising considering how large
he was. He was as big as the guys that people usually call tiny.

After a few seconds of forcing his organ into my mouth and down
my throat he pulled out and pushed me back over the table. Then I
felt him flip up the skirt and kick my legs apart and start
forcing his penis into me. I suddenly realized that I had not
been dry! He had just wanted to stick his nasty organ in my mouth
I suppose! Apparently I had, in fact, been quite wet. I guess
parading around in a store naked had an unanticipated effect on
me.

He bottomed out in me quickly and then started rapidly moving in
and out. It went on for the longest time and finally I felt him
speed up even more and he grunted and stopped, filling me again
with a strange man's ejaculate. By now I was beyond tears. I just
remained bent over the table as he pulled out of me and stood up.
I waited for my next order.

Apparently another deal had been made while Larry was using me
because as soon as he moved away another man took his place.
Larry went next door and came back with a beer and a dozen
bikers. I had, of course, heard the phrase "gangbang". I never
thought I would be taking part in one! I remained bent over the
table while four men raped me. Then I was pushed to my hands and
knees so that while I was being raped someone else could use my
mouth. 

I am not sure at what point, but shortly after this started my
clothes were removed again. I remember Snake saying that there
was no sense messing up my new school clothes.

I don't know how many men had me in the front of the store that
day. Some took me and stayed around to watch, and some of them
even took me again. Some of them used me and then left. Men, and
sometimes couples, came and went and either joined in or just
ignored me being gang raped beside the cash register. 

Finally it was over. The woman that had been there the entire
time took me by the arm and said, "Come on, honey, let's get your
nasty ass cleaned up. You're a mess."

As we walked away I was upset to see that one of the men had been
filming the entire rape. He handed the camera to Snake as I was
led away.

I was, indeed, a mess. I had the cream of all of those men
running down my legs in streams. There were also puddles of it
dripping down off of my chin and then down my breasts. I had
tried to keep a count of the number of men that used me. They had
been so violent though. I got confused, distracted. It was a lot.


The girl led me into the bar, still naked, and down the side of
the room to the ladies room. Whistles and obscene comments
followed me all the way.

As soon as the door to the ladies room closed I fell to my knees
and bawled like a baby. The girl with me said, "Come on honey,
get it under control. Snake ain't gonna give you all day in here.
You don't want to piss Snake off, if you know what I mean."

I did know what she meant. He was a frightening man. I finally
got my tears under control and stood up. I looked at her and
said, "I want to die."

She smiled and said, "Honey, you are hanging around with the
right man if you have a death wish. Snake can definitely make it
happen. How did he get his hooks into you?" 

As we talked we both worked to clean the ejaculate up and get my
body and my face as clean as possible. 

"I don't know," I said. "He called me early this morning, about
one AM. I answered and there was just a male voice telling me to
check my email. I got up and checked it and there were some
compromising pictures of me, in some of them I was even in my
underwear. There were some chat logs from some chats with a
couple of guys I chat with from time to time. They were sexy, but
it was all fantasy stuff. I never did anything. They were on the
other side of the country!" 

"He ordered me to be at his house at 9:00 AM. Then he raped me,
over and over. I let him, but it was rape. He took more pictures,
movies, awful movies. My life is over. I might as well be dead
now. When my husband finds out what I've done, or my parents, or
my Pastor. Oh god, what am I going to do?!"

"Sorry girl, but you are shit out of luck. I expect Snake will
keep your secret. Because if he doesn't he loses his hold over
you. I guess all you can do is do what he says and hope you don't
get hurt too bad. Now come on, that's as clean as we can get you
without taking a shower. Let's go."

She pushed me out through the bar again, and I had to walk
through the whistling customers and listen to their obscene
comments again. Once I was back in the store and I was able to
put the shoes and the skirt and the t-shirt back on I almost felt
dressed in them, after being nude for so long. 

Snake handed me the bag with the clothes he had selected and a
couple of bills rolled up. "Here," he said, "we made a little
extra, I'm splitting it with you."

I looked stupidly at the bills in my hand, a couple of five
dollar bills. Ten dollars for being gang raped. I just said,
"Thank you Sir," I was too scared, and too humiliated to say
anything else. 

Snake smiled and we went into the bar for a couple of beers. I
had spent so much time with no clothes on that I just ignored
that my bottom and my breasts were uncovered. I don't normally
drink beer, but I gulped down both of the beers that Snake gave
me.

Snake said goodbye to his friends and we started out when one of
the men said, "Hey Snake! If you want I can drop that bag by your
house later. I'm in my truck."

Snake replied, "Thanks Mickey. I appreciate that." He took the
bag from me and handed it to Mickey. We started out again when it
occurred to me that my real clothes were in it. 

"Sir," I spoke quietly, afraid of making him mad. "May I say
something?" 

He looked at me, annoyed and said, "What do you want cunt?"

"Sir, I will have to go home soon. I can't go home like this. My
clothes are in the bag."

"You'll go home like that if I tell you to. You wear what I say
when I say, any questions?" 

"No Sir." I started to walk out, resigned to having to sneak into
my house in this outfit. 

Before we left Mickey spoke up again. "Hey Snake," he called out.
"For another blowjob from the bitch I'll bring them by in about
fifteen minutes or so. Is that okay?"

Snake smiled at Mickey and said, "Works for me! Does that work
for you bitch?"

Right, like I had a choice! "Yes Sir, if that's what you want
Sir."

Some of the men laughed and somebody said, "Damn Snake. She's
coming right along. You only took her cherry this morning and
already she knows her place. I might have you train a bitch like
that for me."

Snake laughed and replied, "Shit, I don't know Bubba, it's a lot
of damned work and aggravation. Maybe we could find one with a
little bit of brain in her head. This would be easier if she
wasn't such a dumb cunt." 

Everyone laughed again at my expense and finally we left.

He got on the bike and I sat behind him again. This time he
didn't want my arms on his waist. This time my hands were to
remain on his shoulders. It was instantly obvious why. My breasts
were totally exposed to every vehicle on the road this way, and
once we were moving this little skirt might as well be
nonexistent. He told me that I was only to take my arms down if I
saw a cop.

Sure enough, as soon as we were moving the little skirt blew up
and my armholes billowed in the wind exposing my breasts to every
car. Horns blew and men yelled encouragement all the way back to
his house. I don't know if there were any cops. I kept my eyes
closed.

When we got back to his house it was almost 2:00 PM. I had to be
home by four. I prayed that he would be tired of torturing me by
now and let me go. Yeah, there I go being stupid again.

We went inside and I was sent into the bathroom to take a quick
shower. I asked if there was a clean towel and Snake laughed and
said, "You're lucky I don't make you use my dirty underwear." I
believed him. 

I took a quick shower and dried off with the cleanest towel I
could find. Then I put my new clothes back on and went back out
to the living room. 

"You don't need those here. We're home now. You just need those
when we go out."

At first I didn't understand what it was I didn't need and then I
saw the look on his face and suddenly it hit me. Clothes! I don't
need to wear clothes in his house. Oh well, they weren't covering
anything anyway.

I stepped out of them and bent down to take off the shoes, but he
wanted me to leave them on. 

"Well, cunt," Snake said conversationally. We have a little time
to kill. What would you like to do?"

I didn't think 'kill you' would work well in the conversation.
"What ever you want Sir." I said, as obsequiously as possible. 

"Well, maybe there is something you might like to suck on until
Mickey gets here with your clothes, how about it slut?"

"Yes Sir." What else could I say?

"Well, ask me!"

He wants me to ask him to take his penis in my mouth?! I took a
deep breath. He had hit me twice now, and I knew he had it in
him. 

"Please Sir. May I suck your penis?" I asked politely.

"My what?!" he asked, incredulously. "You stupid cunt! If I ever
hear you say a word like that around me again I will lay you out!
Do you understand me?"

I thought I did. I just wasn't sure I knew all the words he would
want me to use. "I am sorry Sir. I have never used those words. I
will do better, I promise."

"What do you mean? You have honest to god never used dirty
words?"

"I have said s-h-i-t a few times, and damn sometimes," I said,
hesitantly. Then I saw his face and instantly I knew my mistake.
"I am sorry Sir. I meant that I have said shit."

"Stand right here in front of me stupid." 

When I was where he wanted me he said, "Point to the important
parts of your body and tell me what they are called."

This was harder than I thought it would be, considering what I
had gone through today. I pointed to my breasts and said, "Tits,"
and then I moved my finger down and pointed to my vagina and
said, "Cunt," and then I turned around and pointed to my bottom
and said "Ass."

Then he pointed to his penis and said, "What's that?"

"Cock," I answered. I was hearing all of these words coming out
of my mouth for the first time and it made me so uncomfortable. 

"Cock and what?" he asked. 

"Cock and balls, Sir." I responded. 

"From now on you don't use those other terms, you don't even use
them in your head. Do you understand me cunt?"

"Yes Sir." I responded. 

"Good," he said. "Now get your lazy ass down here and suck on my
cock. You better fuckin' do it right this time. You've had a
little practice now."

"Yes Sir," I said as I moved between his legs. He stopped me and
stood up and dropped his pants and his shorts and sat back down.
I pulled them off and then he spread his legs and he made me
start by licking his balls. The stench was powerful. He had had
sex with me........no that isn't right. He had fucked me before
we left the house this morning and he had not washed afterwards.
I don't think he fucked me at the shop later. I think he was too
busy taking money from other men to fuck me. That means that the
dried ejac......the dried cum on his cock and balls was from
about four hours ago. There is no telling how long before that he
had taken his last shower.

I licked his balls, breathing through my mouth as much as
possible to avoid the smell. As I licked, his semi hard cock was
throbbing in my face. From time to time he would rub it over my
face as I licked his balls. After a few minutes he lifted his
legs up onto the arms of the chair and told me to, "Come on cunt.
Get your face down there. Eat my asshole out just like you would
a pussy."

I hadn't the nerve to tell him that I would never eat a pussy.
Instead I buried my lips in the crack of his ass and licked all
around the foul smelling hole. It was horrible. You don't want to
know what it tasted like. I managed to please him though, and
soon he put his legs back down and said, "Okay, let's see if you
can get me off before Mickey gets here."

I hadn't really sucked him before. It was more like he had fucked
my mouth. I had the idea though. I put my mouth on the end of his
cock and started sucking as enthusiastically as I could. I kept
taking more and more of it into my mouth and trying to do it
without gagging. Still, as hard as I tried I could not get it
into my throat. I was afraid he was going to hurt me and I tried
real hard. 

After a few minutes he got tired of my futile attempts and he
grabbed my head and pulled me down brutally. He held me down for
a few moments and then he let me up. Then he repeated the
process. After several repetitions he let my head go and to my
surprise, and my horror, I was able to do it on my own. It hurt,
but at least I was able to better provide for breathing when I
did it on my own.

He was getting ready to cum and told me that this time; when he
shoots his load he wants me to have just the end of his cock in
my mouth so that I can get the full effect. I can more fully
savor the flavor. As ordered, I pulled back and finished him off
with my hand. Just before he filled my mouth with his cum he
said, "Don't swallow until I tell you cunt." Then I felt my mouth
filling up with hot, bitter cum. 

I managed to control the gagging and soon he was finished and he
pulled out of my mouth and looked at me with my cheeks bulging
with his cum. 

"Oh yeah, cunt. You and I are going to have a lot of fun. You're
learning real fast, I'm going to make a slut out of you in no
time." 

"Now," he went on. "We need to have a few rules. Unless I tell
you different, you come here every morning. I will tell you what
time the day before. If there is a change of plans I will call
you. After you get home you can wear any damn thing you want. But
when you leave the house in the morning you will be wearing slut
clothes. I better not ever catch you with underwear on."

"Yeth Thir." I mumbled. My mouth was still full of his cum.

"Until I get tired of you, and I don't know how long that will
take, you do everything I say without question, without
hesitation. That includes fucking and sucking anyone or anything
I say. That means anyone, man, woman, child or beast. Do you have
any fucking questions?"

"No Thir." I responded. 

I heard a vehicle pulling up in the driveway and Snake told me to
swallow. 

I gladly swallowed, and desperately wished for a drink of
anything to get the horrible taste out of my mouth. 

Snake pushed me out of the way and stood up. Then he pulled me to
my feet. "Go answer the door," he ordered.

"Yes Sir." I moved across the room and opened the door just as
Mickey was walking up with my bag of clothes. 

I moved out of the way to let him pass but he pushed me in front
of him and said, "I believe I would rather watch you walk, cunt.
Get your ass inside. "

I had always been uncomfortable with that word. I had never used
it of course. I was aware that some did. It was so coarse and
demeaning. I really hated it. Now, here I am, a cunt!

Mickey tossed the bag onto the couch and pulled me to him. 

Snake said, "You might not want to kiss her. I just shot a big
load in her mouth."

"Is that right, cunt? Open your cunt mouth and let me see."

Mickey held my hair and tilted my head back a little as I opened
my mouth. 

"Wider!" he said. 

I opened my mouth wider and suddenly I felt his other hand
twisting my tit and he said, "Come on bitch, you can do better
than that." I opened my mouth as wide as I possibly could, to the
point I was worried about dislocating my jaw. I was too afraid
not to.

He looked into my eyes and ordered me to keep staring in his
eyes. Then he leaned forward, holding my hair in one hand and my
tit in the other and spit right in my mouth. He did it again, and
then again. I was aghast! I had never imagined that someone would
do such a thing to another person! I had never heard of such a
thing! My whole body shivered in revulsion, but except for that
involuntary shudder I did not move. This guy was scarier than
Snake!

He finally let go of my hair and told me to move my tongue around
and play with it. I felt like throwing up, but I did what he
said, still keeping my eyes locked on his. He finally let go of
my tit and started taking his pants off, well, down. He dropped
them to his knees and said, "That oughta be enough lubrication.
Let's see you get me nice and hard and wet so I can fuck you."

I bent over and took his cock into my mouth. It wasn't as big as
Snake's cock and before long I was taking it down my throat on
every down stroke. 

"Oh shit man," he said to Snake. "You taught this bitch to throat
already! Damn you're good! Larry said she never sucked a cock
before this morning. Is that right?"

Snake said, "That's what she said. After that first blowjob I
believed her. Really bad, but her cunt was so good it made up for
it. Shit! She was almost a virgin! Bitch is only twenty-two and
been married to some limp dick for about a year. Said she was
virgin when she got married. Believe that shit?"

"Man, you do fall into them dude! This is some good shit!"

Suddenly he pushed me away and told me to get down on my back so
he could check out this born again virgin pussy.

I lay down and rolled over like a well trained dog and he was on
me instantly. I was again surprised to find that my vagina,
sorry, my cunt, was wet and ready. I don't know what is coming
over me!

He pushed his cock into me and started fucking hard and fast.
That seems to be the way all bikers do it, judging by my recent
gang rape. I don't know if he was one of the men that fucked me
there or not, but he lasted a long time. At first I was just
waiting for him to finish. My cunt was sore from earlier and I
just wanted to go home. After a while though, I started getting
those feelings. I started moaning. When he leaned down and
started chewing on my tit I started cumming, loudly, and then so
did he. When he came he bit me so hard I had a little blood
coming out of my poor nipple!

He relaxed on top of me for a minute. Then he stood up and
reached down and pulled me to my knees. He said, "There seems to
be something that Snake hasn't taught you yet, cunt. When some
guy is nice enough to dirty his cock by throwing you a nice fuck,
the first thing you do is thank him by sucking his cock clean."

I took a deep breath and then took his slimy cock into my mouth
and tried to clean it as quickly as possible so that the taste
would be gone, and so that I could breathe again. After I cleaned
his cock I was made to clean his balls thoroughly as well, so I
ended up having to inhale that horrible odor anyway. At least I
managed not to piss anyone off by gagging.

Mickey finally stepped back and pulled his pants back up. "Thanks
Snake. You need anymore help training the bitch you let me know.
Glad to help out a pal!"

"I appreciate the offer," Snake said. "Take it easy Mickey." Then
Mickey was gone. 

Snake turned to me and said, "I want you here tomorrow at 7:00 AM
cunt. Bring your cleaning supplies, including a vacuum. My normal
cleaning lady hasn't been around lately. So you are going to be
busy tomorrow. Now get your ass out of here."

I started to take my real clothes out of the bag, but snake
stopped me and told me to wear what I wore this afternoon. So I
put on the slut outfit. I would have done anything to get out of
here and go home and take a shower and try to figure out how I
can ever face my husband again. Or my parents. My Pastor. My
friends. Anyone! Ever again. 

I walked out to my car, self consciously, afraid of anyone seeing
me, whether I knew them or not. Fortunately, it appeared that the
people in this neighborhood seemed to mind their own business. I
saw some people working in their yards, but nobody even seemed to
glance at me.

I drove home quickly and as I neared my house it suddenly struck
me how silly I had been to worry about what clothing I wore home.
It didn't matter. I drove right into the garage and closed the
garage door before I got out of my car. I grabbed the bag and
rushed to my bedroom. I hid the slut clothes and put my real
clothes in the hamper and took a long hot shower. I still felt
filthy, but I had to pretend that everything was normal or
everything I did today, everything that was done to me, would all
be for nothing. So I dressed and started supper. 

I didn't have to worry about missing any phone calls or messages
from my husband if I was out all day. He never called. He avoided
using the phone. We didn't own an answering machine. We didn't
have cable or satellite. We had a small TV, but it was mainly for
watching the evening news. We have a computer only because he
sometimes needs to work at home. 

I accused him once of being a Luddite, only half kidding. He said
that people were too hooked up, too tied in. They could never
relax and calm down. Couples never talked anymore. They got home
and ate a quick supper, and then they watched a couple of
sitcoms, a doctor show and a cop show. When their shows were over
they went to bed without ever talking to each other and the next
morning it was back to the grind.

So we didn't do that. We ate a leisurely supper. We read together
and talked about what we read, or anything interesting that
happened during the day, or something on the news. Anything and
everything. Most nights we also read from the bible and we
prayed. We are good, honest, moral people.

Except that now I am a slut. A cunt! Oh god what am I going to
do. I didn't even have any idea how many men had used me today.
Worse yet, I had no idea when it would end. 

I had supper ready at the usual time. The table was set. I heard
his car entering the garage. Before he came in I thought, "Oh
god, how can I kiss him when I have sucked the cocks of so many
men today?!"

Despite my misgivings I managed to kiss him and put dinner on the
table and get through some inane conversation without screaming
that I had been gang raped by a bunch of bikers. I also avoided
mentioning that it will probably happen again tomorrow, or very
soon. Because now I am a slut and a cunt and a cocksucker and I
can deepthroat.

It took all of my resolve to not break down and cry like a baby.
I managed. Jay asked if I were okay. I seemed a little quiet
tonight. "Just a little tired," I said.

We watched the news. We watched it mainly for the weather. The
news itself didn't matter. We were going to vote Republican no
matter what. That's just what we do. Our broker handled our
investments so the market news didn't matter. Crimes and wars,
poverty and a poor health care system didn't concern us. Global
warming is just a myth.

After the news we turned the TV off and read for a while. Jay got
the bible out around 9:00 PM, but I said I was exhausted and just
couldn't concentrate. So we got ready for bed and we prayed for a
few minutes and then Jay went to sleep and I lay staring at the
ceiling for hours. 

I kept looking at the clock and counting how many hours I had
until I had to be at Snake's house. It was almost time to get up
when I finally started drifting off to sleep. I ended up setting
the alarm so that I could get almost two hours sleep. 

I finally managed to get up and make my husband's breakfast, but
I had to gulp down the coffee. It was all that was keeping me
going, well, that and terror. It was going to be a long, horrible
day. 

After Jay left at 6:30 I had to hurry up and put all my cleaning
supplies in the trunk of my car, take a quick shower and put on
another slut outfit. I only had the two skirts and four tops, not
a lot to choose from. I chose not to wear the leather harness.
Instead I selected a thin, loose crop top that exposed most of
the lower portion of my breasts. I suppose it really didn't
matter. I would be taking it off soon anyway. I got in the car
and hurried to Snake's house, getting there with two minutes to
spare.

I found out that he works nights. He had just gotten home. He was
eating his dinner when I knocked. He yelled at me to come in and
I set down my cleaning supplies and went back out to get the
rest. 

When I had everything inside I took off my slut outfit and looked
around, trying to decide where to start. This was far and away
the dirtiest, messiest house I had ever seen. I suppose it didn't
really matter where I started. 

I went into the kitchen to report to Snake. He was eating his....
I don't know what you would call it, breakfast or supper. He
looked me over and smiled, happy with what he saw. I asked if he
had any special instructions. He said, "Yeah, I am going in and
sack out for a while. I want you to work your cute little ass
off, but do it quietly. You can use the vacuum in the kitchen and
living room but save the hall for later. By the time I get up I
expect that at the least the kitchen, bathroom and living room
with be spotless. If they aren't, well, that will be fun too.

I asked if he had a washer and dryer, but of course he didn't
that would have made things too easy. I started clearing out the
living room, getting ready to vacuum. It seemed strange to be
doing this in the nude. Snake started back towards the bedroom
and then paused and said, "You might as well come in and suck my
cock before I go to sleep. I'll sleep better."

I put everything down and followed him to the bedroom. When I
looked inside I almost got sick. There was filth everywhere.
There was clothing piled everywhere, mostly jeans and t-shirts
and underwear, all of it dirty. There were dirty towels and
linens piled everywhere. The worst though was the huge assortment
of dirty dishes with food still in them piled under and around
the bed. Their remained only a narrow walkway from the door to
the bed. How could anyone live like this?!

He stripped his clothes off and threw them on the floor. He
stretched out on the filthy sheets. I couldn't even tell what
color they had been originally! The smell was worse with every
step I took into the room. 

My first thought was, "What a fucking pig!" Then I thought, "I
can't believe how quickly I have started thinking with those
words!" Before yesterday I had never in my life used the word
fuck.

I crawled onto the bed between his legs but he made me turn
around so that he could play with my cunt. The smell from his
moist, sweaty crotch was unbelievable. I hesitated for a moment,
trying to remind myself that if I breathe through my mouth it
won't be so bad. He let me know that he was waiting by tugging
sharply on my pubic hair. I leaned down and licked his balls, and
then I took each one into my mouth gently and sucked on it and
massaged it with my tongue. I licked back up to his cock and
licked it all over before taking it into my mouth. All the while
I was working on his cock and balls he was fingering my cunt and
my asshole, but idly, as if not really interested in them. 

I expected it to be harder to take him into my throat today. I
was still sore from yesterday. I had taken some Tylenol before I
left home, and I squirted my throat with a throat spray. I had
been pretty sure that I would have to suck his cock again and I
wanted to make it as painless as possible. 

I wouldn't say it was easy, but it was getting easier. I found
that it was much better to do it on your own that to be forced.
He lasted about ten minutes or so. I wasn't really timing it. 

After he came in my mouth I swallowed and licked him clean. Then
I waited for him to dismiss me, or at least take his hand from my
cunt so that I could get to work. I had a lot to do and I had no
idea how much time I had to do it in.

Finally he pulled his hand from my cunt and slapped me on my ass
and told me to quit fucking around and get to work. I slipped out
and closed the door and hurried to finish before he could come up
with some terrible punishment for me.

I decided to start with the tiny kitchen. It was nasty, but so
small that hopefully it wouldn't take as long to clean.
Especially when you consider how many of the dishes are piled up
in the bedroom. I spent two hours cleaning the kitchen and I
still wouldn't want to live there, or eat off of the floors.
Compared to the way it was before I started, though, it was now
like a sterile environment.

I finished picking up the living room. I couldn't find the
outside trash can. I didn't know if he even had one. I filled
several bags with trash and then I shifted all of the furniture
to one side of the room. I vacuumed the side I had cleared,
stopping to empty the canister twice! Then I mixed up some
Oxi-clean and water and got on my hands and knees and scrubbed
the carpet by hand.

I was exhausted, but I didn't dare stop. I moved all of the
furniture to the clean side and repeated the process on the other
side. Then I put the room back together. I avoided looking at the
time. I didn't know what time he would be getting up and I didn't
need that to worry about right then. 

I put the vacuum cleaner out of the way by the front door and
gathered up my cleaning supplies and went into the bathroom. I
started with the black and gray bathtub. I scrubbed and I
scrubbed until the tub and the grout were very nearly white
again. Well, maybe not white, but nearly off-white, which was as
close to white as it would ever be again. I cleaned the toilet. I
will do you the favor of not describing the condition in which I
found it or the floor around it. Then the sink and finally I got
on my knees and scrubbed the floor, twice, and then waxed it. 

I was finally finished. I was still on the floor, hot and sweaty
and exhausted, when Snake came into the room. He lifted the lid
to the toilet and stood in front of the toilet and held his cock
out and let a strong stream of urine out in the general direction
of the toilet. I had never seen a man urinate before. I am sorry,
I keep forgetting. I had never seen a man piss before. I was
fascinated! And disgusted! Does he not see what he is doing?!
Fuck!

I waited for him to finish so I could go back over those areas he
had just sprayed. He finally came to the end of his stream and
shook his cock to remove the last traces of piss from the end.
Then he turned and started to stumble back to bed. He stopped on
the way by me and stuck his cock in my face and mumbled sleepily,
"Give it a little suck, baby."

I shuddered at the thought. You would think that, after plowing
through this monster's filth all morning, this wouldn't faze me,
but I had just watched him piss out of that thing! I don't want
to be overly critical, but he did not do a very good job of it! I
didn't want to get bitch slapped though. So I opened my mouth and
took him in. I saw a drop of moisture on the end of his cock as
he stood there pointing it at me, but I didn't taste anything,
thank god. 

He patted me on the head and went back to bed. I cleaned up the
area around the toilet again and then I took up my supplies and
moved them out of the room. I couldn't vacuum the hall, so I
swept it quietly, and then mopped it. Finally I dusted and
polished the living room. 

The only thing left was the bedroom and washing windows, and
doing the laundry. I couldn't do the bedroom, he was sleeping in
there. Most of his clothes were piled on the floor in there. So I
cleaned all the windows on the inside that I could get to without
disturbing Snake. I finally finished and took a deep breath. 

I thought I might be able to get a little rest. Before I sat down
I thought I had better recheck the areas I had cleaned first. I
went into the kitchen. I saw things that should be done, like
reline the cabinet shelves, throw away everything he owned. Stuff
like that. I looked carefully, but I couldn't find anything that
he could say I should have done and didn't. I looked at the time
and I was surprised to see that I had been working for seven
hours straight! It was almost two in the afternoon. I didn't mind
so much though. If I compared today with yesterday, today had
been preferable. 

I had just finished looking around when Snake came out of his
room again. He looked around very carefully. I could tell that he
thought he was going to find something to punish me for. Instead,
he was actually impressed, and I was pretty sure that he was
disappointed that he could find nothing to find fault with. 

He bent me over the back of his recliner and spit on his fingers.
He used that to moisten my cunt and then he fucked me furiously.
When he was finished he let me clean him with my mouth and then
he said, "I'm disappointed. You did a good job. Tomorrow you can
do the bedroom and laundry. Get here at the same time. Now put
some clothes on and get the hell out of here."

I was actually counting myself lucky, getting out of here with
only having to perform one blowjob and get fucked once. It looked
like tomorrow would be much the same. In fact, if I gathered all
of his laundry and took it to my house I would be safe and alone
for most of the day!

I suppose that was me being a stupid cunt again.

The next morning I showed up at the appointed time. Snake was
eating breakfast when I got there. He told me he was going to
sleep on the couch. I was to clean his room and do the laundry.
He handed me a large bag of coins and I said, "That's alright
Sir. I can take the laundry to my house and do it for free." 

"Yeah, you wish. Stupid cunt! You are going to go to the
Laundromat at Main and Dorchester. You wear your slut clothes.
While you are there you can't say no to anyone. If a man puts his
hand on your ass, or on your tit, you let him. In fact, you smile
at him. If he tells you to suck his cock or bend over so he can
fuck you, you do that too. I have arranged for at least one of my
friends to check on you. I guess you already know you don't want
to piss me off. Right?"

"Yes Sir." I said, trying desperately to hide my disappointment.

I quickly went through his bedroom and removed all of the dirty
dishes and piled them in the sink for later. Then I sorted the
laundry. There was no way I could do all of this today! 

I cleaned the bedroom, swept and mopped the floor. I dusted. I
stripped the bed. I turned over the mattress, but it was just as
disgusting on the other side. Finally I loaded all of the laundry
in my car. I had three baskets and four laundry bags. I was on my
way out to the car with my last load when he stopped me. 

"You want me to sleep well don't you?" 

I knew where this was going of course. "Yes Sir. What can I do to
help Sir?"

"I'm too tired to fuck you, so get your ass over here and blow
me."

"Yes Sir."

I guess I am getting better. Or it's getting easier, whatever. I
was soon on my way to the designated Laundromat with the taste of
cum in my mouth.

I parked and looked around. This is definitely not the area of
town I would have picked! I decided the only way to do this was a
couple of loads at a time. I suspected there would be
distractions. If things were going well I could come out and get
more laundry out of the car as time and available machines
permitted.

I took the largest basket in with me and filled three machines. I
had brought my own detergent, bleach and softener and I put the
coins in and started the washers. There were four other people in
the room, four men. They were all watching me, but I was trying
very hard not to meet anyone's eyes. I sat down as far from the
men as possible and tried to read my magazine, but after reading
the same sentence a dozen times I just stared at the page and
waited for the washers to stop.

I suppose it was inevitable. This part of town, the way I am
dressed. I doubted if any of these four men were friends with
Snake, but I couldn't be sure. Unfortunately I had a feeling that
I was about to be tested. Out of the corner of my eye I saw one
of the men approaching. He sat in the seat beside me and asked,
"Hey baby what are you reading?" 

So far it's okay. Just talk. Just making conversation. Just an
innocent question. 

"I was just reading the latest issue of "Cosmo" I said politely.
Not trying to send any messages at all. Just be neutral. He was
looking at my tiny skirt that didn't even really cover my crotch
at all. He couldn't see anything. The magazine was covering my
lap. He could see how short it was though. 

The top I was wearing was similar to the crop top I wore
yesterday, except that his one said, "Pussy Galore!" on it. It
was either this or the leather bra. When I left my house this
morning I had been sure that I would be spending most of the day
at my house doing laundry I hadn't really been concerned about my
outfit since I only expected to wear it for a brief time. Now I
was concerned.

"I like your outfit," he said. I finally had to take a look at
him. He definitely didn't look like a biker type, but that didn't
mean anything. He could be someone's friend, or brother, I can't
say no!

I don't have any other option. "Thank you." I tried to turn back
to my magazine but he wasn't finished trying to pick me up yet.

"I haven't seen you in here before, first time?" he asked.

"Yes, I am doing some laundry for a friend and he lives near
here."

"Did he buy you that shirt?"

"Yes. It was a present from him."

"Did he buy you that skirt too?"

"Yes."

"Don't look like he could afford to buy you any underwear though.
That's a shame. I bet you would look good in some sexy
underwear."

I didn't know what to do. "Thank you, I think," was all that came
to mind.

I watched as his hand reached out and touched my leg. I shivered,
fear, dread, I don't know. I just kept staring at my magazine. 

With a sickening feeling in my stomach I remembered Snake's
orders and I looked up and smiled at the man touching my leg. 

"You have beautiful skin," he said. "Beautiful hair. Beautiful
body. You are just about perfect, ain't ya?" As he talked, his
hand moved up my leg. All I could do was smile.

To make matters worse the other three men had gathered around and
were watching in awe as their friend started feeling up the
attractive redhead that they were all lusting after. All I could
do was smile.

Just as the hand on my leg reached the hem of my skirt, one of
the other men sat down on the other side of me. He didn't say
anything. At first he just watched his buddy, who now had his
hand on the bare skin under my skirt, only inches from my cunt.
All I could do was smile.

Since I was obviously easy, the man on the other side of me put
his hand on my tit. When I smiled at him he lifted the crop top
up over by tits and started squeezing and mauling me freely. The
two that were not molesting me were making nasty comments and
egging them on. All I could do was smile.

The first man reached for my magazine and pulled it out of my
hands. Then he lifted my little skirt and there were oohs and
aahs as they all were fascinated by my bright red pubic hair.
There was no pretending now. They all knew that they were going
to get laid by the slutty redhead. 

I was pulled to my feet and my top and skirt were stripped off in
seconds. Then I was pushed to my knees and as soon as I was bent
forward I had a cock in my cunt and another in my mouth.
Fortunately they came just as my washing machines stopped. I
talked the next two into letting me put my clothes in the dryer
before they fucked me. Once they had all had their turn they all
went around again, using the opposite hole this time. All I could
do was smile. 

I managed to get them to help me with the laundry though. So I
finished much earlier than I thought I would. Then they each used
me one more time and I went back to Snake's house. 

I was careful going in to avoid waking him, but he was already
up. He took one look at me and laughed his ass off. He made me
tell him all of the gory details. So I gave him the blow my blow,
and then he was hard so I had to blow him too. He looked at his
watch and said, "Damn baby, my friend is going to be pissed! He
isn't supposed to check on you for another hour yet!"

FUCK!

I cleaned myself up a little, then put out clean towels and put
the others away. I made the bed and then washed all of the dishes
I had taken from his bedroom this morning. I also rinsed out my
skirt which was covered with cum on the inside. There was no
ladies room at the Laundromat.  

It was getting late and I would have to leave soon. I was waiting
for Snake to use me again, but he was on the phone and ignoring
me. I had to leave soon to start supper and I was getting
worried. I saw a car pull up outside and I glanced at Snake. He
nodded towards the door and I went to answer it. 

Answering the door in the nude is something I don't think I could
ever get used to. I opened the door and invited the couple in. It
was a man and woman who I hadn't seen before. They found me
fascinating though. 

Snake finally hung up and I found out that these were the two
that were supposed to check up on me at the laundromat. He told
them what had happened and they all had a good laugh. Then the
woman sat down and pulled her skirt up and said, "How would you
like something to take the taste of all that cum out of your
mouth darlin'?" 

I figured that this was coming eventually, but god it was hard. I
tried not to think about what the bible said about this kind of
thing as I crossed the room and knelt between her legs. I started
doing all of the things I had loved so much when Snake did them
to me a couple of days ago. She seemed to appreciate them too. 

While I was preoccupied I felt her companion kneel behind me and
soon he was fucking my sore pussy violently. Why in the hell are
all of these guys so violent?! Don't any of them ever make love?
Not that I wanted to make love to any of them.

I had cum many times in the Laundromat. I was pretty worn out. So
I just provided the couple with orgasms and then I looked at
Snake to see if I could leave. It was past time and he nodded. I
ran to the bathroom and wiped my cunt and my face and then
hurried back to the living room for my skirt and crop top and
rushed home. As I was leaving, Snake told me to be there at the
same time tomorrow.

I took another quick shower when I got home and then I started
supper. It suddenly occurred to me that I had not checked my
email since I read the last one which ordered me to report to
Snake's house for what turned out to be one of the worst days of
my life, so far.

I went into the computer room and stood looking at it for a few
minutes. I figured the worst had already happened, I can at least
check for email from friends and relatives. I booted up the
computer and went straight to email. I had several dozen emails.
Half were spam. Most of the rest were just forwarded jokes from
friends. Two were from Snake.

I dreaded it, but I knew that I had to do it. I opened the first
one and there was no text. There were only pictures from my first
day with him. Horrible pictures of me, naked and sucking cocks,
and fucking. 

I opened the second email and it was more of the same. He was
just taunting me, I suppose. Or he was reminding me that I wasn't
a woman anymore. I was just a cunt now.

I got through the evening alright, and I was so exhausted that I
got a full nights sleep. I saw Jay off to work the next morning
and then I quickly showered and got ready. I had to rinse out the
skirts I was allowed to wear every other day, but now I was down
to the fourth and last top, the leather harness. I put it on and
managed to cover most of my nipples with the straps that came
down across the center of my breasts for that purpose. 

I arrived at Snakes house on time and he yelled at me to come in.
He was eating breakfast and I cleaned up the house while he ate.
I finished up the other rooms pretty quickly and then I did the
dishes. He watched me moving around his house in the nude while
he ate. 

I guess he enjoyed the view. When he was finished eating he took
me into the bedroom and raped me again for a little while. I
sucked him clean when he was done. Once I had cleaned him
adequately he got up and picked up a small package from his
dresser. 

He handed me the package and told me to open it. I didn't have to
be a rocket scientist to know that if it was from him I wouldn't
like it, whatever it was. I opened it carefully. I held up the
contents, but I couldn't tell what it was. It was just a handful
of string and a strange strip of cloth. I figured that it had to
be some article of clothing of the slut genre, but I could not
for the life of me figure out what it was or how you would wear
it. 

"God," Snake said as he watched me. "Sometimes the stupid just
oozes out of you. It's a fucking wicked weasel! Don't you know
anything?!"

"It's a fucking swimming suit! Here, look." Snake pulled a piece
of paper out of the bag that I hadn't seen. It was the directions
for wearing the suit. When I looked at the illustration I
cringed. 

"Put the damned thing on, stupid! Be careful. They don't make
this style anymore. They are hard to find. Now they just make
bikinis. Nice ones though, maybe we'll get you one of those
next."

I straightened out the tiny piece of cloth and looked closely at
the instructions. Then I stepped into the thing and pulled it on.
It covered almost nothing. The two thin strips of cloth came up
over my chest and fastened behind my neck. They were no wider
than my nipples and they were semi transparent. The lower
portion, from where the two front strips came together in a
narrow piece of thin material, went down over my cunt and through
the crack of my ass and tied around my waist. My ass was
completely uncovered. When I moved, the part that was, I'm
guessing here, supposed to cover my pussy, kept slipping inside
of me, exposing the lips. The straps over my nipples didn't feel
very stable either.

Snake liked it. He seemed particularly amused by how wet the
crotch was as his cum leaked out of my cunt and soaked through
it. He looked me all over, took a couple of pictures, and then he
said, "There is a lawnmower out behind the house. I want you to
mow the lawn now. Mow the front and back and both sides. Do the
front first." 

I looked down at my body, I was all but naked and wearing fuck me
shoes. Not good.

I said, "Yes Sir," and went out back. I found the lawnmower
against the house where he said it would be. It was an old push
mower, rusty and dull. The grass had not been cut in at least two
weeks. It was going to be a hard day.

I tried out the mower as I pushed it to the front yard. Once I
got it moving it wasn't too bad, but this was going to be hard
work. I moved around front and started at the curb. I had to keep
stopping to put the suit top back over my nipples. That really
slowed me down. 

Within ten minutes I noticed that people in this neighborhood
were more attuned to what was going on around them than I had at
first thought. First a man set up a lawn chair across the street
and sat down with a drink to watch me work. Soon a neighbor
joined him. By the time I finished mowing the front lawn there
were nearly a dozen men and several women watching me mow Snake's
grass. The houses were close together around here and the side
strips of grass were narrow and thankfully I was soon working in
the backyard without an audience. 

It took me almost two hours from start to finish. I was covered
in sweat when I finished. I went to the door and took off my slut
shoes and cleaned them and cleaned the clippings from my legs and
feet before I went in. 

Snake was sitting in the living room with his neighbor from
across the street. The neighbor was an old guy, I would guess mid
sixties. He was almost as wide as he was tall. When I came into
the room Snake told me that the neighbors were complaining about
the outfit I was wearing to do yard work in. 

"Good," I thought. Maybe I won't have to do that again. Yes, I
know what you are thinking right here, "Stupid cunt!" Right.

"Why don't you come over here and apologize to Mr. Steadman for
offending him."

I moved over in front of Mr. Steadman and started to speak, but
Snake interrupted. "You stupid cunt! Cunts apologize on their
knees."

Of course they did! What could I possibly have been thinking!

I sank to my knees and looked up at the leering old man and said,
"I am terribly sorry for offending you this morning Mr. Steadman.
Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

"I think there just might be," he said. "First, why don't you
slip that thing off of your tits so I can see them better?"

I reached behind my neck and freed the straps and let them go.
Then I untied the string around my waist and went ahead and took
the whole thing off. It was serving no purpose. In fact, it
appeared that its work was done.

Mr. Steadman reached out and cupped my tits in his pudgy little
hands and played with them gently for a minute or two. Then he
leaned back and asked me to pull his pants down. I obeyed without
hesitation and soon I had uncovered his nice sized but still soft
cock. 

"Because of the medications I am on, I can't get a hard on," he
said, "but I can still cum in your mouth if you suck me real good
young lady."

I leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth. It was kind of
refreshing, it was actually clean! I worked at it for a very long
time. I couldn't take it into my throat because it was too soft.
Imagine my disappointment! But I sucked hard and enthusiastically
and finally he grabbed my head in both hands and held on while he
shot a thin, watery, very bitter stream into my mouth. I
swallowed quickly and then licked his cock clean.

He patted my head like a fucking dog and told me what a good girl
I was.

Snake said, "It's good to keep the neighbors happy so that when
you have parties they don't complain as much."

I was sent to the shower and, before I got cleaned up I cleaned
the bathroom up again. Was this man raised by animals?! Snakes
maybe. I giggled at that. Then I got in the shower and cleaned up
and rinsed out the stupid weasel thing. Then I went back to the
living room. 

Mr. Steadman looked at me coming into the room naked and said
with a sigh, "Christ, I wish I was younger. I would love a piece
of that little girl."

Snake told me to put my outfit back on. We were going out for a
beer.

I went to the bedroom and found my little skirt and halter bra
and put them on. I strapped the fuck me shoes onto my feet and
went back to the living room.

We went out to the bike and I got on and put my arms on Snake's
waist and hung on.

As soon as we started moving the vibrations caused my nipples to
be uncovered and the breeze blew my skirt up. I just ignored all
that and held on. Oh, speaking of vibrations, what they say about
riding on a Harley is true. Once I knew I wasn't going to fall
off, and wasn't so terrified, the vibrations are actually kind of
nice.

He took me back to the same bar that he had taken me to last
time. We went into the bar side this time but when Larry saw us
come in he called to Snake. We detoured over to the clothing side
and Larry said he had some interesting new items. We took a look
at them. One was a new skirt. It was the same length as the one I
had on now, except it was more like a loincloth. Both sides were
open to the waist and there was a gap of almost three inches of
bare flesh. Snake liked it. 

I took off the one I was wearing and put the new one on. "Yeah,
the guys were going to like this," I thought. My sides were bare
except for the one inch elastic band at the waist. So we got two
of those. 

One of the new tops was a halter top that tied around my neck and
around my torso, just under by tits. My tits were covered by a
thin mesh weave that was see-through. 

The next was a top in a style similar to the skirt. It had a hole
that my head went through and a flap that hung down in front just
enough to cover my nipples from the top and the side. There was a
string tie that came out from the bottom corners of the front and
it tied together behind my back. Even when it was resting flat
and in place, the sides of my breasts were exposed. I was turned
sideways and I saw in the mirror that my nipple was easily seen
from that angle.

Then Larry said, "One more thing. You are gonna like this Snake."
He led us to a different area and held up a tiny slip. Not a slip
dress, a slip. The material and workmanship were beautiful. It
had a lace design on it. The sides were transparent, including
the area that would cover the sides of the breasts. It was really
pretty. It just wasn't the sort of think you wore as an outer
garment. Well, it wasn't unless you belonged to Snake. I took off
my top and my skirt and put the slip on carefully, it seemed so
delicate. I looked in the mirror and it truly was beautiful. 

"Okay," Snake said, "We'll take it. What can we work out?"

Larry said, "Altogether this comes to right at $100. You let me
have your cunt for a few minutes now, and again the next time you
come in here and we are even."

Snake didn't hesitate. He had Larry put everything in the bag
except for the slip I had on. He made me take off the slip and
hand it to him. He told me to do what ever Larry wanted until he
was done with me and then to go clean up in the ladies room and
then come and find him in the bar to get my new dress back.

As soon as he left with all of my clothes Larry took me in his
arms and kissed me roughly. His hands were all over me and he was
grinding his cock into me. He put a "Back in 15 minutes" sign on
the door and led me to a store room in the back. He took his
pants off and pushed me to my knees. 

I took him into my mouth and he started talking about what a
fantastic cocksucker I was and how much he loved my hot cunt the
last time I came in. While I sucked on his cock he twisted and
pulled on my tits and then he turned me around and made me bend
over. He ran his hands over my ass for a minute then he spread my
cheeks and started licking my asshole! Nobody had ever done that
before. It was humiliating, but I was surprised at how good it
felt. I was too stupid to realize why he was doing it!

He ate my ass for a few minutes, then he sat up for a minute and
suddenly I felt his finger on my asshole. It was cold and wet. He
pushed his finger into me and slid it in and out for a few
moments, and then he repeated the process with two fingers. 

As he sawed his fingers in and out of me he asked, "Is this your
first time slut?" I didn't know what he meant. Then it became
crystal clear. "Am I the first guy to fuck your sweet ass?"

That got my attention! "What?! No, wait that isn't right! You
can't do that. I never do that! Oh god, please no!"

I struggled a little but he held on tight and said, "You want me
to tell Snake I had a problem with you, cunt?"

"No," I whispered. Then I relaxed and waited for the pain to
start.

Larry pulled his fingers out of my asshole and wiped them on my
ass. I was terrified and every muscle in my body was tensed up as
he lined his cock up and started forcing it into me. He pushed
and pushed and finally the head popped through. I squealed in
pain and Larry moaned in ecstasy. 

Once he had the head of his cock buried in my ass he started
slowly pushing, forcing more and more of it into my ass. God it
hurt! 

His moans and groans of pleasure made it even worse. Finally I
could feel that his cock was buried all the way in my ass. His
big stomach as slapping into the cheeks of my ass as he started
fucking me. At one point he pulled me up and was mauling my
breasts with one hand and with the other he was rubbing my pussy
while he sawed his cock in and out of my ass. 

The pain had become bearable and when he started to do that I
actually kind of felt good! He probably wasn't doing it for my
benefit though and after a few minutes he pushed me back down and
grabbed my hips and started pumping hard and moaning and
groaning, I was afraid he was having a heart attack. 

I felt him start quivering and I knew that he was shooting his
cum in my ass. He held me still for a minute and then he let my
hips go and I fell forward. He grabbed me and turned me around
and kissed me and told me that had been the best fuck he had ever
had. Then he kissed me passionately one last time before he
pushed me down and made me suck his cock clean.

Asshole!

I sucked is cock clean. It wasn't as bad as it sounds. Mostly it
just tasted like lubricant. It was flavored, I think it was
vanilla. He stood up and dressed. I headed for the door and
steeled myself for the naked stroll through the bar to the ladies
room, clenching my asshole shut as I walked to keep the mess to a
minimum.

As soon as I went through the connecting door into the bar the
catcalls and whistles started. They followed me all the way down
to the ladies room. I sat on the toilet and expelled as much of
Larry's cum as I could. 

When the cum stopped draining I stood up and went to the sink and
washed myself with paper towels. While I was washing a woman came
in. She glanced at me, nodded and smiled. Like this happens every
day! Weird.

I went out and spotted Snake at the bar. I made my way over to
him, not even trying to avoid the hands of the guys at the
tables. It was starting not to matter.

I stood beside Snake at the bar and he interrupted his
conversation with the woman that had helped me clean up the last
time I had been in here to ask me how it went.

As matter-of-factly as possible I said, "He fucked my ass. It was
my first time. It hurts a little." 

They both smiled and then went back to talking, ignoring me. I
would have liked a drink, but I was afraid to ask, afraid of what
I might have to do to get it. Besides, it was getting late. We
would have to go soon. I needed to get home before long. Still
while I was waiting it would be nice if I had something to wear.
It is uncomfortable being the only naked person in the room.
Every time someone walked by they grabbed my ass.

Snake finally gave me the slip to put on. Actually, it isn't bad.
My tits are mostly covered and it was no shorter than anything
else I had been forced to wear for their amusement lately. We
walked out to the bike and I put the bag between us and held on
for dear life as he sped back to his house. We went inside and I
took off the slip. Snake took a look at my asshole and said,
"Yeah, coming right along. Let him fuck you a couple more times
and stretch you out a little, then it'll be my turn."

"Yes Sir," I said. Have I mentioned what a large cock Snake has?
I wasn't looking forward to that.

Snake bent me over the chair again and fucked me. Then he let me
put the slip back on. He gave me the bag of clothes and let me go
home. I was ordered back at the same time tomorrow.

I showed up in the morning and he had, as usual, just gotten home
from work. He made me suck him off, clean up the house and then
said I would be done for the day. That was great news. I was
really getting behind on my own housework. 

I was home by ten AM and spent the day doing my laundry and
cleaning house and I went shopping for groceries. I felt tired at
the end of the day. I felt better for having my chores done
though.

The next day was more of the same. It seems I had been wearing
Snake out. He wasn't getting enough sleep. So until he was rested
I was there more for the housework than the blowjob, although he
seemed to really enjoy the blowjob. 

Once I finished Snake's housework on Friday I was free for the
weekend. The last two days had been bearable, at least when
compared to the preceding days. Now I had the weekend to spend
with Jay. 

He was all excited when he got home. He was going to Atlanta the
week after next for his company. It was a great opportunity and I
was so excited for him. I begged to go with him. If Snake found
out that I was home alone for and entire week, nine days
actually, my life would be hell.

I knew, of course, there was no way for Snake to find out. I sure
as hell wasn't going to tell him! Still, a week without having to
suck his nasty cock and clean his nasty house would have been
nice. Jay said that we couldn't do it though. His company was
putting him in a room with someone else. We couldn't afford my
travel expenses at the moment. So I was going to have to stay
behind and spend my weekdays with Snake.

The weekend flew by. After church, as I was sitting in the car on
the way home, it occurred to me that I was the only one that was
aware of the changes that were taking place in my life. Nobody I
had talked to was aware that I had been gang raped. Or that I go
to Snakes house every morning and suck his cock. Or that I have a
supply of slut clothes hidden in my closet. Nobody else saw the
changes in me, but I did. 

On Monday morning I checked my email after Jay went to work. I
had a message from Snake telling me to be there at the usual
time. I quickly showered and put on one of the hideous new
skirt/loincloths. I couldn't stand any of the tops either, so I
closed my eyes and picked.

I hated both of the articles of clothing that I had chosen. I
started to put the top I had picked back in the closet. I
realized that I would hate any of the others just as bad so I put
on the one I had picked up at random. It was the one that was
nothing more than a flap of cloth that went over my head,
marginally covered my nipples and tied behind my back, exposing
my breasts almost completely from the sides. I turned from side
to side in front of the mirror.

It wasn't so much that my breasts were exposed every time I moved
that bothered me. What really bothered me was that I didn't seem
to mind as much anymore. I actually thought it looked sexy! When
I realized what I was thinking I was dismayed that I could think
like that.

I went out to the car and drove to Snake's house and went to the
door and knocked. I entered when he gave me permission. The first
thing I saw when I entered the house was the mess. How could a
person make such a huge mess in just one weekend? There were beer
cans and bottles everywhere, and empty or half empty plates.
There were cigarette butts in everything! I guess the problem is
that Snake and his friends just really aren't housebroken. 

Snake had already eaten and was sitting in his recliner looking
at me as I took off my clothes. All he said was, "Same as last
time cunt, give me some of that good head and clean this fucking
mess up."

I dropped to my knees in front of him and sucked his cock. I was
surprised at how easy it was getting. I was also surprised that I
was kind of enjoying it! No, that isn't quite right. I wasn't
enjoying it, but it excited me. It didn't even hurt when I took
him into my throat anymore. When he finally came I swallowed
quickly and waited for him to push me away.

He started to get up but I thought it would be better if I could
get to his bedroom and at least straighten it up a little before
he went to bed. So I timidly spoke up, "Sir, may I speak?"

He looked at me, he looked annoyed but he said, "What?"

"Please Sir. Let me straighten up your bedroom and put clean
sheets out for you before you go to bed. It will only take a few
minutes, I will hurry." If I was going to be doing all of his
damned housework I didn't want his bedroom to get back like it
was before. 

He looked at me for a minute, and then decided it might be a good
idea. He sat back down and I grabbed some cleaning supplies from
the kitchen and a fresh set of sheets and hurried to his bedroom.
It was a mess! I worked as fast as I could and just got the worst
of it. Then I changed the sheets and went back out to the living
room and told him his bed was ready. He stood and went back to
the bedroom and closed the door. 

I set about cleaning the house. How could someone possibly make
this much mess in two days?! I had stocked up on cleaning
supplies and I had even found that Snake owned an old, barely
adequate vacuum cleaner. It was stuck in the back of a closet and
just needed some bags. I cleaned the house thoroughly again, and
by 11:30 I was ready to go home. I was just about to get dressed
when Mr. Steadman from across the street knocked at the door. 

I had not seen him approach and I was startled. I hurriedly
opened the door and he smiled when he saw me standing there
naked.

"Snake is in bed Mr. Steadman," I said quietly.

Mr. Steadman nodded and said, "I know. I spoke to him yesterday
and he said I could come over anytime I felt like getting you to
suck my cock again."

For some reason I didn't like sucking off this pathetic little
fat man. I mean Christ! He can't even get a hard on! Oh my,
that's twice since I met Snake that I have used the lord's name
in vain!

I stepped back from the door and he came in and unbuttoned his
pants and dropped them to his knees and sat down. I started to
kneel at his feet but instead he positioned me at his side and
made me bend over. That way he could play with my entire body
while I sucked his cock.

I took his limp cock into my mouth and sucked as well as you can
suck a cock that doesn't get hard. It would twitch in my mouth
occasionally, and he would moan in pleasure as he moved his hands
over my body. It was repulsive, but it didn't take long before I
felt a weak stream of watery liquid being pumped into my mouth.
It wasn't quite as bitter as last time. Maybe I was priming the
pump for the old fart.

Mr. Steadman left quickly and I dressed and drove home and took
another shower and brushed my teeth. 

After my shower I dried off and I did my own housework. It didn't
take long and soon I was sitting around thinking about Snake. I
was picturing me in the slut clothes and being taken to the biker
bar. I imagined what I looked like to those ugly bikers as I was
walking around the bar in the nude. I was even thinking about
Snake letting men have sex with me for money to buy more slut
clothes. I don't think I even realized that I was rubbing my
pussy until I was having an orgasm! I couldn't believe what I had
just done! 

As I sat there, shocked at my own behavior, something else struck
me. I had been cleaning my own house in the nude! What was Snake
turning me into?!

I needed to do something to occupy my mind. I went into the
computer room and checked my email. My husband had emailed me a
copy of his schedule for his trip to Atlanta next week. He was
leaving Saturday so that he could be there Sunday morning for the
prayer breakfast. They would be working through Saturday so he
wouldn't be home until the following Sunday evening. 

We had never been separated before and at first I was nervous.
Once I got used to the idea though, I thought it might be nice to
have some quiet time for a little reflection. Until last week,
when I became Snake's cunt, my entire life revolved around Jay
and the house. And the lord of course. They were all that I
thought about. Lately my horizons were being broadened. I could
use a little time to try to bring a little sanity back into my
life. 

I was just about to turn the computer off again when I received
another email from Snake. It was more pictures of me, mostly from
the bar. A couple of the pictures just showed me walking around
through the customers in the nude, but most of them showed me
having sex with someone or two someones. 

I took another quick shower and dressed and started supper. When
Jay came home we ate. Most of the conversation was about his
trip. I wasn't really happy about that subject so I was mostly
quiet. He knew how I felt and he sensed that it was making me sad
so finally he changed the subject. 

I found it incomprehensible that after all that I had been
through, he could not look at me and tell the difference. Later
that night, when we went to bed we made love. But I couldn't
enjoy it. 

First I was afraid he would be able to tell the difference when
he entered me. When I finally realized that he couldn't, I tried
to relax and just enjoy some pleasant love making. But for some
reason it just wasn't as exciting as it used to be! I was very
upset with Snake for undermining this very important part of my
relationship with my husband. As I lay there though, waiting for
my husband to have an orgasm, I couldn't decide if the difference
was mental of physical. 

When Jay finally had his quiet little orgasm I almost bent down
to clean him with my mouth automatically! That would have been
interesting. Instead I got up and went to the bathroom and
cleaned myself. Then I went back to bed and lay awake for the
longest time thinking about my reaction to my husband's
lovemaking. 

Was I just becoming jaded? Did I need to be humiliated or raped
to enjoy sex now? Oh god I hoped not.

I checked my email in the morning and there was a message from
Snake. He was going to bed early. I was to come and clean up the
house, mow the lawn again, wearing the same outfit, and then take
a shower and wait for him to get up.

I put on the other new miniskirt and the translucent halter top
and the slut shoes and drove to his house. I undressed at the
door and cleaned the house quickly. It wasn't as bad after just
one night. 

The weasel suit was hanging inside the door and I put it on and
went out and located the mower. It wasn't where I left it last
time and I noticed that someone had oiled it. It was much easier
to use this time. Not easy, just easier. I pushed it around front
and I saw that Mr. Steadman knew I was going to be out there. He
was already set up in his lawn chair, as were a few of his
friends. 

I waived at them before I started, but then I ignored them and
concentrated on my mowing. After a few minutes I gave up trying
to keep my nipples covered and just mowed. I just kept telling
myself, "Get this over with, once you are in the back it won't
matter."

I mowed as fast as I could, finished the front and sides, and
then I did the back at a more leisurely pace. I put the lawnmower
back and brushed the clippings off of my legs and my shoes. I
went inside and took a shower. While I was showering I rinsed out
the weasel and hung it on a towel wrack to dry.

After my shower I went out to the living room. It was almost noon
now. I heard movement in the back of the house and Snake came out
and went into the bathroom. He didn't close the door and I heard
the loud stream of urine in the toilet, and then the shower
running.

When he came out of the bathroom he looked at me and then waived
me into the bedroom after him. He never said a word when I got
there. He turned me around and pushed me onto the bed on my back.
He got between my legs and started kissing and licking my pussy.
It was devastating to me that before very long at all I was
having that orgasm that my husband had not been able to give me.
He ate me to two orgasms then he got up on his knees. He played
with my pubic hair for a moment and finally spoke. 

"You are the first cunt I ever had that I didn't make shave her
cunt. I get a kick out of that bright red hair." Then he smiled
and said, "So do my friends."

Then he fell onto me and started fucking me hard. I grunted with
the force of his thrusts at first. But soon my grunts were groans
and moans. I don't remember doing it, but I suddenly realized my
arms were around him holding him tight and I was cumming again!
But he just kept pounding and I came yet again. 

Then it was his turn and he came loudly and violently as usual.
When he rolled off of me I took him in my mouth and cleaned him.
Then he told me to clean myself up and then go out and get
dressed.

I rushed to the bathroom and then out to the door to dress. I
didn't want to make him wait for me. I dressed quickly. It
doesn't take long when all you have is a halter and a loincloth.

Snake came out in his usual jeans and t-shirt. He grabbed my arm
and pushed me out the door. Soon we were on his bike and riding.
We went to the usual place and Snake took me to Larry and told
him that I was here for the other half of the payment I owed. 

"I OWED!!!!" 

I didn't want those damned clothes!

Larry hung his closed sign on the door and dragged me back to the
store room again. This time Snake followed with the camera.

As soon as we were in the room I undressed. I didn't even need to
be told. Larry took off his clothes and I knelt in front of him
and started sucking and licking and making him hard and wet. 

After several minutes he put me on my hands and knees and
repeated the process he went through last time. First he ate my
ass, then he lubed it and stretched it out a little and then he
fucked me like a damned rabbit. When he got to that part when he
was holding me upright and my tits were bouncing around wildly
and his hands were mauling me I came! I actually had an orgasm
with someone fucking my ass! I was so surprised I almost missed
it when Larry came. 

He pulled out and I turned around and bent down and started
licking and sucking him clean. As I worked I felt snake behind
me. I guess he thought I was ready for his much larger cock. 

I guess he was right. It hurt, but it also felt good. It was
painful, and humiliating and disgusting and I came again! When I
opened my eyes I saw Mickey was recording the entire thing, and I
came again.

Larry took over the camera and Mickey started undressing. I
thought he was going to try my ass out after Snake was done but I
was wrong. He didn't wait. Instead, he knelt in front of me and
lined his cock up with my cunt and shoved it in all the way in
one vicious stroke. I screamed loudly as he did. I was already
full of cock. I didn't think I could take this. They struggled
for a few moments and then they got a rhythm going, I think they
have done this before. You cannot believe how good it felt once
they started working together. I was screaming loudly and having
one orgasm right after another until I actually passed out. 

I don't know how long I was out, but when I came back to my
senses I was laying on my back and they were all watching someone
I didn't know fucking me. I looked at them, and I looked at the
man fucking me, and I put my arms and legs around him and fucked
him like mad until we both came.

Then I got up and cleaned everyone up. Women's work is never done
you know.

I was told to run to the ladies room and clean myself up and then
come back. We all went out into the store and I rushed naked to
the ladies room again. As always there were the whistles and
catcalls. When I got back to where Snake was standing, the guy
that had just fucked me was looking through the clothes. It seems
that in return for fucking my unconscious body he had agreed to
buy me a new item of clothing, but he got to see me wear it until
we left the bar.

I stood naked and waiting and finally the guy picked out a very
expensive item. He could have picked out something inexpensive
and transparent. The place was full of that kind of thing. He
already had something in mind though and he pointed out a leather
and chain bra. It consisted of leather straps everywhere you
might normally expect to find a strap on a bra. But instead of
material covering my breasts there were just loose, widely spaced
lengths of thin chain. My nipples stuck straight out and the
chain kind of hung to the sides. I might as well be topless. 

He looked it over once I had it on and as he twisted my nipples
he said, "Nice effect. I like it!" He paid Larry and we went into
the bar for a few drinks. 

While we sat at a table having a couple of beers men would come
over every now and then and talk to Snake. They would always take
the time to admire my nipples sticking out, and to pinch or pull
on them. One guy even bit one. 

It started getting late, we had been there for a while, and Snake
stood up and led me out to the bike and we rode home. I didn't
even think about putting on the halter top I had been wearing.
Being exposed in public was getting to be a pretty normal state
of affairs now.

When we got to Snake's house we went inside and he hooked his
camera up to the TV and made me suck him while he watched today's
movie. He made me turn to the side so that I could see it too. I
know it's terrible. It was very humiliating. It really upset me
that I got so hot watching myself being raped. I really am sexy!


Snake finally came again and I started to get dressed when Mr.
Steadman knocked on the door. I looked at Snake and he just
smiled so I put my skirt back on the hook and let Mr. Steadman in
and sucked his cock for him. Once I had swallowed his load of
thin, watery cum I got dressed and hurried home.

The rest of the week it was back to the routine of coming in the
morning and sucking Snake's cock. Then he would go to bed and I
would clean the house. I was beginning to notice that sucking his
cock was starting to have a noticeable effect on me. 

I would go home after cleaning Snake's house and I would take a
shower at home and not dress. I would do a little of my housework
in the nude and then I would look at the pictures Snake kept
sending me. While I looked at the pictures I played with myself.
I needed an orgasm!

On Friday something terrible happened. At first the day went like
all the others, but after I sucked his cock and licked it clean
Snake said, "I want you over here tomorrow as soon as your
husband leaves for Atlanta."

My mouth dropped open. How did he know?! He couldn't possibly
know! I had not said a word about it. Surely Jay wouldn't even
know Snake to mention it to him! 

Snake laughed and said, "Shut your mouth, stupid. You look silly
like that."

"H-h-how........how did you know?!"

"That's none of your fucking business cunt. Now get to work. " 

"Yes Sir."

"Oh yeah, and when you come tomorrow, bring your clothes and your
toothbrush. You will be staying for a while."

"Oh god!" I thought. No, that isn't true. I reacted, but I didn't
think. I couldn't think. I had just reached the point that I
could deal with Snake and his abuse. But a week of it?! A week
without being able to go home at night! My heart was beating so
rapidly I couldn't think, I couldn't hear. I felt an all
enveloping panic, a feeling of total desperation, total
helplessness. Because I knew I had no choice.

I found myself at the front door getting dressed and didn't even
remember cleaning the house. I stumbled out to my car and drove
away. I got into my house and undressed and started doing my
housework in the nude again.

Finally I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down and relaxed.
I tried to imagine what it would be like to be totally under the
control of that monster for twenty-four hours a day, everyday for
eight days.

I couldn't, or I didn't want to. The images that kept leaping to
my mind were more than I could bear to think about. I took my
wine in and turned on the computer. There were more pictures from
Snake. There was even a short movie clip this time. I watched the
movie several times, and then I looked at the pictures. Then I
looked at the movie several more times. As I watched it I moved
my finger down and started rubbing myself. I was surprised at how
wet I was. I hurriedly stood up and ran and got a towel to clean
off the chair. Then I stretched the towel out and sat on it and I
started rubbing again. Oh god, what am I becoming!

I finally shut the computer off. I wiped my pussy with the towel
and threw it into the laundry. I got out my husband's suitcase
and started packing for his trip. I put his suitcase near the
door to the garage and then it was time to start supper. I almost
forgot to get dressed before I went out to the kitchen.

I couldn't keep my hands off of Jay when he got home. I kept
touching him, kissing him, putting my hand on his shoulder. I had
to keep reminding myself to be strong and not cry. After supper
we watched the news and then we read the bible and prayed and
went to bed early. We made love again and it was sweet and nice,
but I didn't have an orgasm. Jay told me I didn't need to get up
in the morning to see him off. A limousine was going to pick him
up so I wouldn't have to drive him to the airport.

I heard him getting ready in the morning and I had to get up and
make sure he had everything, and kiss him goodbye.

The limousine drove away and I pulled out an overnight bag. Slut
clothes don't take up much room. I stuffed them all in, except
for the skirt and crop top I was going to wear this morning. I
put in my toothbrush and deodorant and toothpaste and a tube of
lipstick. Then I tossed it into the passenger seat of my car and
went to Snake's house. 

I went in and undressed just inside the door. Snake heard me and
called me to his room. 

"I'm going to take a short nap. Go ahead and clean up the house
and make sure the backyard is okay. There is going to be a
cookout later. Put this on." He reached for something on his
nightstand and tossed it to me.

It was a spiked dog collar with "cunt" inscribed in large letters
on the wide chrome nameplate. I was backing out of the room,
figuring I would put it on in the bathroom while looking in the
mirror.

Snake stopped me. He wanted to see how it looked.

I put it around my neck and buckled it on. He made me turn it
around. He wanted to be able to read the name tag in front. When
he was satisfied he told me to get my lazy ass to work and he
turned over and went to sleep.

I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I knew I should
be humiliated, furious, degraded. Strange as it sounds though, I
thought it looked kind of hot! I wouldn't want anyone to see me
in it, but I like it!

I cleaned up the house and got dressed and went out back and
picked up a few things. I put the lawnmower behind the shed and
emptied the ashes from the BBQ grill and refilled it with new
briquettes from a bag sitting nearby. 

I went back inside and undressed and looked in the refrigerator.
I saw several packages of ground beef and took it out and made up
a bunch of large patties. I sliced up some onion. I did
everything I could think of to get ready. 

Early in the afternoon the couple came by that had come by the
day I had done Snake's laundry. Apparently she was supposed to
get things set up. I showed her what I had done and she seemed
quite pleased. She turned to me and said, "You did great. Thanks.
You only have one thing left to do, come on." 

She led me into the living room and she sat down and spread her
legs and smiled at me. I knelt between her knees and leaned
forward and started kissing her. I started at her knees and as I
kissed my way up her thighs I pushed the hem of her skirt up out
of my way. She reached down and pulled her skirt up and held it
out of my way. She was wearing a tiny little lacey thong that
didn't cover much more than her clit and her pussy lips. 

I kissed and licked all around that little black piece of cloth.
Then I started kissing it as well, and licking it. It was getting
very wet from both inside and out. I put my lips over it and
gently breathed against it. At last I had to move it out of the
way so that I could taste her. She was moaning and lifting her
hips up to meet my tongue as I pulled that little piece of cloth
out of the way. I was surprised to find that I was really
enjoying this. 

Giving her so much pleasure was exciting. I continued licking and
sucking as she had several orgasms and finally she couldn't take
it anymore and she pushed my head away. As I fell away I heard a
male voice behind me say, "She lied to you. You had two things to
do."

The woman's companion pulled me to my feet and bent me over the
chair where she was sitting. I felt his cock entering me and I
welcomed it. I was ready! He was fucking me hard when I felt the
woman who was still seated below me start squeezing my nipples
and pulling on them.

At one point she had one of my nipples pulled out more than an
inch and said to the man fucking me, "Damn! It's a shame Snake
won't let us get some rings put in these. They'd be perfect!"

As soon as she said that I started cumming. The contractions in
my cunt seemed to set the man off and he joined me in a mutual
orgasm. As soon as he pulled his softening cock out of me I
dropped down and cleaned him off.

"Shit," the woman exclaimed. "After watching that I am horny
again. Well, maybe later. Come on girl let's get the grill fired
up."

I started for my clothes but she stopped me. "You don't need
those. Let's go."

Why is it I am the only one that never needs clothes?

We went out back and I just stood and watched while she started
the grill. Then we went in to get some tables to start setting
things out on. When we went in Snake was up and already drinking
a beer. I followed the woman around and helped her carry stuff
and set things up. 

It struck me as weird. I had been fucked by or had sex in some
other way with so many of Snakes friends and acquaintances. Yet I
only knew the names of Snake, Mickey, Larry and Lisa. I had had
sex with so many people and knew the names of so few of them. And
all these people called me cunt if they called me anything.

Pretty soon people, well, bikers, started arriving. I had been
instructed to set up a couple of coolers around the yard and
somebody filled them with beer and ice. I won't go so far as to
say I had gotten comfortable being naked in a crowd of people,
but I had gotten used to it. That all changed when one couple
showed up on two bikes, each with a kid behind them. They came in
with their son, who was about ten or eleven years old, and their
daughter, who was perhaps nine or ten. 

Except for the occasional grope when I got too close to someone,
I was being mostly ignored. Everyone was drinking and talking
loudly and laughing loudly. The crowd was mostly men. By the time
it got dark I would estimate that there were as many as
twenty-five men and maybe half a dozen women. There wasn't all
that much difference between the men and the women. Many of the
men had hair as long as the women. The women were laughing and
talking just as loud and were just as coarse as the men. Nothing
that was done or said bothered them in the least. Not even a
naked woman. 

Still, I was really surprised to see two young kids there.
Someone gave the kids each a hot dog and a soft drink. I tried to
stay out of the way, hoping they wouldn't see me. That didn't
work out too well. I was watching them, with the aim of making
sure that if they headed this way I would scurry to some other
part of the yard. Unfortunately it wasn't long before I saw the
little girl look up and see me and smile. She immediately nudged
her big brother and said something to him and pointed right at
me. I had no place to go. They came right over and looked me up
and down, front and back. 

Neither of us said anything for a few minutes. I had noticed that
those people closest to me were watching curiously. Finally the
little girl said, "Who are you?"

"My name is Ashley," I said. "I am a friend of the man that lives
here."

The little boy just kept looking at me quietly, but the little
girl was quite precocious. "How come you don't have any clothes
on?" 

"Because Snake doesn't want me to wear clothes sometimes." I
don't know! What could I say to a nine year old girl about
standing around naked in a backyard full of partying bikers?!

"You're pretty." The little boy had finally spoken.

"Thank you," I replied.

They looked at me for a while longer and then they left. 

As soon as they walked away I breathed a deep sigh of relief. The
people closest to me that had overheard the conversation had a
hearty laugh.

I slumped back against the wall of the house for a minute, and
then I went and got a beer. I tried to stay out of the way
because every time I got near anyone I got groped.

The couple with the kids left after about an hour. I couldn't
believe that they would bring their kids to a party like this. 

I was just about to get another beer when Snake called me over.
He pointed to where some of his friends were setting up a heavy
wooden table in the middle of the back yard. He told me that they
didn't play music at their parties because it would always get
too loud and the cops would come. They still enjoyed dancing
though, especially the erotic kind. So he wanted me to get up on
that table and dance for a while. 

I could see everyone watching to see what I would do. I got the
impression that they were hoping I would argue. I am not that
stupid! I didn't know what I was going to do, but I wasn't going
to argue or refuse.

When I got to the table two of the men helped me get up on it,
and groped me liberally in the process. I started playing a good
dance tune in my head and trying to dance to it. I didn't have
any experience as a nude dancer, so it was hard for me. Nobody
seemed to be complaining though. A bunch of the guys pulled their
chairs up closer and watched for a while. 

The evening wore on. I had been dancing for more than an hour and
I was exhausted. Most of the women had left. I still saw two of
them around. Lisa and the woman who I had helped set up the food
earlier. I noticed four men pulling a padded bench out of the
patio door. I guess this table I was dancing on and the bench
must have come from the second bedroom that was always locked.

They set the bench down near me and then they came over and
grabbed me and pulled me down. I was grateful, until I realized
why they had taken me down. I was immediately placed on my back
on the padded bench. A strap went around my waist and a clip
attached to rings in each side of my new collar. My hands and
legs were free, but I wasn't going anywhere.

While I was being put in place on the bench someone else had set
up a movie screen and a projection TV was set up and in a few
minutes everyone was watching a DVD that showed my first rape by
Snake. It showed me crying and stripping and sucking him and
playing with myself and then my first fuck on that nasty floor in
his living room. 

Soon after the movie started, men began wandering over and
casually fucking me. At first it was mostly one at a time. They
were just using me to masturbate while they watched the movie.
Sometimes someone would not be able to wait and would fuck my
mouth. 

After the first couple of fucks that woman came over and wiped me
off with a damp rag. Then the next man would quickly stick a cock
in me and mess me up again. A few of them raised my legs up and
pushed my knees down onto my stomach and fucked my ass. But
mostly everyone fucked my pussy. Apparently all twenty-five of
them took at least one turn. I recognized quite a few that came
through the line at least twice. 

I started getting very sore, but after a while that went away and
I was just numb. I wasn't paying much attention to what was going
on around me. I noticed when the DVD changed and it showed my
gang rape at the store, and then when Larry fucked my ass in the
store room, followed by Snake and Mickey fucking me at the same
time into unconsciousness.

It was a long damned night. Eventually everyone left, or just
passed out somewhere. I was left on the bench all night. Every
once in a while someone would stir and move to the corner of the
yard and piss, then come over and fuck me again. 

I wasn't freed until 7:00 AM! I was covered in cum. It was
streaming down my legs and crusted on my face and chest and
stomach. My hair was stiff with it. 

Snake ordered me not to move. He went into the shed and came back
with a hose. He hooked it up and turned the water on and made me
stand against the fence. Then he sprayed me with the hose until
most of the accumulated cum had been rinsed away. My hair was
still stiff and there were still little dried flakes of cum here
and there. 

When he was satisfied he told me to air dry before going inside
and taking a shower. I moved into the sunlight and used my hands
to scrape some of the water off. It started warming up and soon I
was dry.

I hurried to the shower. On the way in I was surprised at the
number of people that were still there. Surprised and dismayed.
My pussy was so sore it hurt to walk. I didn't think I could take
anymore abuse.

I finally heard her name! The woman I have been eating out. The
woman I helped set up the BBQ. Her name is Beth. I don't dare use
it. Since I made Snake so mad I don't call any of these people by
name. It's safer that way.

Beth came into the bathroom as I was drying off and she led me to
Snake's bedroom. She made me lie down and spread my legs. I
didn't complain. I didn't know what she was going to do, but I
was so sore that I prayed it wouldn't involve my pussy.

I was relieved to find that she didn't bring me in here for sex.
Instead she reached for a jar of ointment. I don't know what it
was. There was no label on the jar. She started rubbing it on and
in my pussy and then my ass. It felt so cool and soothing. 

While she was rubbing the cream in, she smiled and talked to me
just like I was person! "Rough night kid?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am," I answered, grateful for a few kind words. 

"Call me Beth honey," she said. "I want you to take it easy for
the rest of the day. I talked to Snake and told him you need a
few hours to recuperate. It isn't over. There are still about a
dozen guys around and they will be here most of the day and
probably until after midnight. I expect that around dark Snake
will have you back out there fucking and sucking his friends. He
likes to be a good host. After that things will be more or less
normal. I know it hurts. A lot of us have been through it. You
just picked the wrong guy to hook up with in my opinion. You just
have to remember that what ever you do you don't piss Snake
off."

"I didn't pick Snake! He's blackmailing me. I am a happily
married, church going woman. I never even knew about half the
stuff I have done until he forced me to do it!"

That seemed to scare Beth even more. She said, "Oh shit! Honey
you better be extra careful. He has done this to girls before. He
tries to break them. He pushes and pushes until they refuse to do
something and then he comes up with something really bad. Some of
those girls.......well, listen, just remember, you never ever say
no."

I was already afraid of Snake, but now, oh god, what could I do?!
I never had any choice in this!

Beth put the cream away and pulled a sheet over me and stood up.
She kissed me on the forehead and went out and closed the door,
but the look on her face as she left scared me.

I managed to get a little sleep and around 8:00 PM Snake came
into the room. He had obviously been drinking, but he seemed to
be in control of himself. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me.
The cigarettes and alcohol on his breath were disgusting, but I
was careful not to make a face or pull back. I returned his kiss,
thinking of what Beth had said earlier.

He pushed me out of the room and we went into the living room.
There were only about a dozen men and Beth there now. They were
still watching me on DVD and enjoying my torment. They cheered
when I came into the room but Snake said, "Not yet guys. She has
some work to do first." He put me to work cleaning up the room.
There were bottles, cans, plates, glasses and overflowing
ashtrays everywhere! 

I went to work, ignoring the hands all over my body as I moved
among the men, cleaning up the room. I tried not to look at them.
I glanced at Beth once. It seemed more humiliating that this was
happening in front of another woman. She smiled wryly, a look of
sympathy on her face as she watched.

The kitchen was almost as bad and I straightened up that room a
little. Until Snake called me back out to the living room. He
handed me some money and said, "I ordered a couple of pizzas.
When they get here you are going to invite the kid in, take the
pizzas and set them down, and pay him. Then you are going to give
him a tip. Now he will probably not be interested, with all of us
watching, but you better talk him into it. Any questions cunt?"

I said, "No Sir," that being the only time I could say "no" to
Snake.

A few minutes later there he was at the door. I let him in and as
bad as I thought it might be, well, it was twice as bad. It was
the same sixteen year old kid that delivered pizza to my house
all the time. And he recognized me!

I got him to come inside and I took the boxes from him. I handed
him the cash and asked if he would let me tip him. He tried to
tell me that he was in a hurry, he didn't have time, he was very
nervous. Finally I put my arms around him and hugged him and
whispered that I had to. I begged him to let me.

He nodded and I gratefully slipped to my knees and pulled his
chinos and his briefs down to his knees. I was surprised at what
a nice cock he had. He was a young and slender boy, but his cock
was nearly as big as Snake's!

I kissed and licked it for a moment before wrapping my lips
tightly around it and sinking all the way down, taking his cock
into my throat. My audience had gotten quiet as I worked,
thankfully, but I could feel them watching my every move. The boy
was amazed at my skill and soon after I started sucking him he
grabbed my head. I think it was more to hold on and keep from
collapsing. He was groaning loudly and in only three or four
minutes he was shooting a load down my throat.

After he came and I had swallowed it I let him go and pulled his
shorts and pants up for him. As I was fastening his belt he said
most sincerely, "Gosh, thank you Mrs. Anderson! That was the best
I ever had."

I looked up at his face and saw the look of adoration and
although I was still embarrassed, I also felt kind of good for
being able to put that look on his face. I couldn't help
wondering though, what would happen the next time I ordered pizza
at my house?

As soon as he was gone my night got a little more difficult. I
was put on my knees and started sucking my way around the room.
Some of the men at the other side of the room couldn't wait and
started using my pussy while I sucked their friends. I made a
note that I would have to find out what that cream was that Beth
had used on me. I suddenly realized that my pussy didn't hurt at
all!

I was kept busy servicing everyone, even Beth, until long after
midnight. There were going to be some tired bikers at work
tomorrow.

Finally it was only me and Snake. He told me to clean myself up
and come to bed. He was nice enough to let me put off cleaning up
his hovel until the morning.

I got cleaned up and went into the bedroom. I was exhausted.
Unfortunately, Snake is used to working all night and sleeping in
the morning. So he kept me busy sucking and fucking for a couple
more hours. Finally, at almost 4:00 AM, he curled up behind me
and fell asleep. I was so exhausted that despite everything that
had happened I slept like a baby too.

It was almost noon when I woke up. Snake was still snoring so I
got up carefully and went to the bathroom. I honestly think these
guys must be doing it on purpose! I don't believe it is possible
to make this much of a mess accidentally. After I used the toilet
and brushed my teeth I got out my cleaning supplies and cleaned
the bathroom. Disgusting mess!

The living room wasn't so bad because I had cleaned it up a
little last night. I managed to clean it up quickly and get rid
of all of the trash. Then I went to work in the kitchen. Every
dish in the house was dirty. Some were still outside, but most
were piled in the sink and on the counters. I wonder if I could
get Jay to buy Snake a dishwasher. I thought a joke might help,
but then I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

I was almost finished in the kitchen when Snake finally got up.
While he was in the shower I put some coffee on. Then I went out
and straightened out the backyard. When I came back in Snake was
just sitting down with his coffee. I asked him if he wanted
something to eat and he ordered bacon and eggs.

I said, "Yes Sir," and went to the refrigerator. It looked like
locusts had come through. The only things left in the
refrigerator were some sliced pickles and some mayonnaise.

"Sir," I said nervously, "I am going to have to go to the store.
There isn't anything to eat in the refrigerator."

Snake thought about it for a minute and then told me to go across
the street and see if I could borrow some food from Mr.
Steadman.

I said what I always say, the only thing I can say. "Yes Sir." I
put on my short skirt and revealing top and slut shoes and rushed
across the street. When Mr. Steadman came to the door I told him
what I needed and asked if he would loan them to me until I went
to the store and he said, "Sure, no problem. Come on in." 

However, as soon as I was inside it turned out that there was a
small problem. I had a soft cock to take care of before I could
get what I needed. I hurriedly did what was necessary to satisfy
Mr. Steadman, then grabbed the food and rushed back to Snake's. 

"What the hell took you so long?" he demanded. 

"I'm sorry Sir. I had to suck him off first."

Snake just laughed and said, "Horny old fart!"

I made a quick breakfast for Snake and, with his kind permission
I had a cup of coffee. While he was eating I cleaned up yet
again. Then he ordered me to change into the little slip from my
slut wardrobe.

I was changed and back in about two minutes. It doesn't take long
to get in or out of these little outfits. Snake ordered me to
follow him and we went out and got in his truck. He drove to the
same grocery store where I shop every week. A lot of people in
here know me. I wanted to beg him to go somewhere else, but I
knew that he had come here on purpose. He had passed two other
stores before he got to this one. The worried look on Beth's face
was in the back of my mind. "Don't piss Snake off."

I knew that it didn't take much to piss Snake off.

We went in and Snake made me push the buggy. He walked several
paces behind for a minute so that he could see how exposed I was
when I lifted my arms and pushed the buggy. 

He walked up behind me and I felt him draw a line on the cheek of
my ass with his finger. "Do you feel that cunt?" After I nodded
he said, "That is how much of your sweet ass is sticking out of
that dress of yours."

I couldn't do anything about it. All I could do is say, "Yes
Sir."

As we walked he pointed to the items he wanted me to put in the
basket. Every time I would reach up, or bend over, I was aware of
how much of my ass I was exposing. I was also aware of who was
watching. I had noticed that one of the stockers had begun
following us at a discrete distance. I knew the kid. His name was
Bret. He often helped me load my groceries in the car. I don't
know his age but he is young. 

By the time we got to the produce section there was another kid
back there too. I had been exposed to many people as I walked
around the store today. Snake took great care to have me bending
and reaching whenever someone was in a position to see what I
exposed. But the worst part was that those two young men were
watching me expose myself on purpose to all the strange men in
the store.

We finally finished and went through the check out. As luck would
have it, Bret was bagging my groceries. I couldn't tell if his
face or mine was the redder.

Bret pushed our buggy out to the truck and then Snake let him
watch while I loaded the groceries into the back of the truck. I
had to put them right behind the cab. Every time I reached over
the side of the truck to set a bag down my slip rose half way up
my ass.

When I was finally finished Snake said to Bret, "I know you guys
can't take tips, but how would you like something special?" He
opened the passenger door of his truck and pushed me down over
the seat with my legs still on the ground. Then he flipped my
skirt up and patted my ass and said, "This is some prime ass. We
got time for a quickie, go ahead."

I was crying now. This was too much. I looked over my shoulder at
Snake and shook my head and whispered, "Please Snake, no, not
this."

The look on Snake's face told me I had fucked up big time. I
realized, as I felt Bret's cock entering me, that not only did I
call Snake by his name, but I had said the 'n' word. You never
say no to Snake!

Brett came quickly and Snake told me to clean him up. I bent down
quickly and sucked his cock clean. When I stood back up Bret
finally noticed what it said on the front of my collar. "Cunt"

"Holy crap! Mrs. Anderson you surprise the shit out of me!"

Snake drove home without saying a word. I tried once to
apologize. I asked for permission to speak but he just glared at
me. Now I wasn't scared anymore. Now I was terrified.

When we got to the house Snake had me unload the groceries and
put them away. While I was working he was making some phone
calls. When I was done I went back out to the living room and
tried again to get permission to apologize. All I got was that
scary glare. 

A half hour later Mickey showed up. He didn't come in. He waited
for us in his truck. Snake pulled me after him and pushed me into
the center of the seat and got in and we drove off. Still nobody
spoke.

Mickey was driving towards the large Army base on the edge of
town. I thought he was going to drive on base, but just before he
got to the gate he turned right and drove a block and pulled up
in front of a large old house.

They got out and Snake pulled me along after him. At the door
Snake knocked and a tiny woman answered the door. She could not
have been more than four feet tall. She was about thirty-five or
forty, it was hard to tell. When she saw Snake she stopped
smiling, but she stepped aside and let us in. 

I looked around and saw several hallways with many doors off of
them. It appeared that the upstairs was arranged pretty much the
same. The entryway was a large room with several couches and
chairs spread around. There were a half a dozen women sitting
around in baby doll pajamas and underwear of various
descriptions. They all looked up when they saw us come in, but
when they saw us, or when they saw Snake, they all looked away
quickly.

The little woman came up to me and said, "My name is Momma. You
can call me that. Now come with me for a minute, we need to have
a little talk."

She led off down one of the narrow hallways and into a small
cubicle with a small bed and a washstand. She sat me down so that
our eyes were pretty much level. Then she spoke quietly, "Girly,
I don't know what you did, but you have fucked up. You made Snake
mad. He brought you here to me to teach you a lesson. Do you know
what this place is?"

I had my suspicions, but I shook my head to indicate that I did
not.

"This is a whorehouse," she said, matter of factly. "As you know,
on the other side of that fence out there is a large Army base
and today is payday. For the next couple of days this will be the
busiest place in town. Snake wants me to work your ass off for
two days. 

That means pretty near round the clock fucking and sucking. He
told me to tie you to a bed and let anyone that wants to, do
anything they want to you. I am going to offer you another
choice. It's your decision. It doesn't matter to me either way.
If you want, you can join the other girls and greet customers at
the door and invite them back here for a good time. They will be
a lot less rough on you that way. Like I said, it's up to you. If
you take the easy way then at least you can get up and clean up
and stretch your legs between customers. Pick."

I had felt a band of steel close around my chest as Momma
explained. The blood rushed from my head and I thought I would
pass out. She could see that I was in distress, but she didn't
really seem to care beyond how that would effect her life. 

She gave me a moment to answer and when I didn't she reached for
some chains under the bed. 

"No, wait! I......I'll do it. Please, don't tie me up."

She said, "Okay, stand up. Now, hand me that slip."

She put my only article of clothing on a small shelf under the
washstand and led me out of the room. She pointed out the
bathroom and then took me back to the entryway. 

Snake and Mickey were sitting around sipping a beer and flirting
with the prostitutes. When I came in they just gave me dirty
looks and then ignored me. It was still early in the afternoon
but already young men were wandering in. They usually came in
pairs, sometimes alone, sometimes in large, vocal, groups, but
mostly in pairs. Most of them seemed very young.

I was in the foyer only a minute when the door was opened to
admit two young men. They came in and looked at the girls. We all
had to line up. They walked down the line and made their
selections. I was chosen right away. The young men paid Momma and
then we went back to our rooms. 

I tried to act nice, tried to be friendly. These young men didn't
know that I was here against my will. The first man that selected
me quickly undressed and handed me his rubber. I knelt down and
sucked on his cock for a minute and when he was nice and hard I
slid the rubber on. It was difficult at first. I had never seen
one before. Luckily, once you get the package open it is pretty
easy to figure out how it works.

I lay back on the bed and the young man was all over me. I felt
sorry for him. I don't know how much he paid to fuck me, but it
was over so fast. It was all over in about the same amount of
time it had taken me to put the rubber on him! 

He groaned and said, "Thank you ma'am," very quietly. I put my
arms around him and whispered, "Don't tell anyone, but would you
like to do it again?"

His face lit up and his kissed me. Then he got a funny look on
his face and said, "Oh, sorry ma'am, I know you ladies don't like
to kiss." He was so sweet, I pulled him close and as he fucked me
again I kissed him passionately.  

When he came again he got up and I pulled the rubber off of his
soft cock and I couldn't resist, I leaned forward and sucked him
clean. When he was dressed I said, "Remember...." and I held my
finger to my lips and he shook his head and we walked to the
door. 

As Momma showed him out I heard him telling her that I was the
best he ever had. I'm sorry, but that was sweet. I know that what
I am doing, everything about it, is awful. But he was just a
horny young guy and he was nice. It suddenly struck me that I was
only twenty-two, but I was thinking of all these guys as kids!

I finally glanced at Snake and Mickey. They seemed a little put
out that I wasn't freaked at having to work in a whorehouse. I
thought to myself, "Give it time, I have only done one guy!"

From then on, throughout the night, until it finally slowed down
around 4:00 AM, I went up and down that hallway time after time,
with occasional stops in the bathroom to clean up a little. There
were nice guys and shits, they were handsome and ugly and every
race that you could name. One time I had to take two guys at once
and twice I had to work with another girl for a customer. 

After every customer I would tie up the rubber and drop it in the
wastebasket. The wastebasket was nearly half full by the time I
went down the hallway after my last customer at around 4:30. By
then there was only me and one other girl still around. Most of
the other girls had given up over an hour ago. Snake and Mickey
had left after my third or fourth customer.

Nobody had come in for half an hour and I was almost asleep in
the chair when the bell rang. Momma went to the door and let in a
group of six older men. I guess they were officers or NCOs. They
looked like they were in the service, but they were too old to be
young privates like most of the men that had fucked me tonight.

One of them talked quietly to Momma while the others were making
conversation with the other girl and me. They had obviously been
drinking, but didn't seem drunk or obnoxious. I saw Momma nod her
head and then all of us were walking down the hall to a slightly
larger room than the one I had worked in all night. 

This room didn't have a bed. Instead there was a padded bench
about three feet long and about cock high. I was stretched out on
my back and the other girl was lifted on top of me in a
sixty-nine.

We both went right to work. My poor pussy had had a long night
and her tongue felt pretty good right now. I suppose prostitutes
aren't supposed to have orgasms when they work, but I had had
many tonight. Still, it wasn't long before I was having more.
This girl was good!

The men stood nearby watching us for a while. Sometimes one would
touch us, rub her ass or reach between us and squeeze a boob. We
ate each other for what seemed like a very long time. After a
while I heard the men undressing and I watched as a long hard
cock slid into the girl on top of me. At the same time I felt one
sliding into me. I started licking the cock and balls in my face
and it was several minutes before I realized that this guy wasn't
wearing a rubber. At this point in my life I just didn't care. I
had been fucked by too many bareback bikers to care.

I was really getting into the cock in my pussy, but still trying
to pay attention to the one in the pussy in my face. I could tell
he was close to cumming and then I saw him pull out and force his
cock into my mouth. If they thought this could faze me they were
mistaken. I had swallowed more sperm in the last week and a half
than most women did in a life time.

I sucked down his hot bitter load and sucked him clean. I could
hear him exclaiming "Far fucking out! Fuck, this bitch is good!"
I was proud! I didn't think it was fair though when the guy
fucking me came around to cum in my mouth too. I guess that was
what they had worked out with Momma though, because that was how
it worked for all six men. I guess I was the only girl in the
place that they could actually cum in.

They finally left and she and I cleaned up and went back out
front. I had been doing this for more than twelve hours now, and
had not yet spoken to a single girl here except Momma. Not even
the one I had just eaten out. I couldn't figure out if they
didn't like me or didn't like me cutting into their sales.

After the six men left so did the girl that I had eaten out. It
was just me and Momma and we were falling asleep in chairs. I
think we got to sleep for nearly an hour before the bell rang
again. Momma came back in with three young guys and they were
disappointed to find that there was only me. Not that I was a
disappointment, but they didn't want to share. They decided,
since they had no choice that they would share, but they would
each use a different hole.

I took them back to my little room and started with the blowjob.
I was finding that guys really went for that deep throat stuff in
a big way! Under the circumstances it was a plus that they
usually didn't last long once you started. I was so tired I had
forgotten to make him put a rubber on and I was almost surprised
when I felt him flood my mouth with cum. After I swallowed it all
I smiled up at him and said, "Oops."

He smiled back and said, "That was the best fucking blowjob I
have ever had in my life. Girl, if you weren't a hooker I'd marry
you tomorrow!" Isn't that sweet?

I remembered the rubbers with the next two, though they didn't
like it. They were nice young guys though and didn't give me a
hard time.

 I guess I was so tired that I didn't even realize how many times
I had been fucked since Snake dropped me off here. I didn't feel
so sore that I couldn't continue, thankfully.

When I went back out with the three customers I saw Momma
leaving. Her shift was over. Now there were three other girls
sitting around waiting for work. They had apparently been
informed that I was here at Snake's request, and they didn't want
anything to do with that. 

I guess I was looking pretty tired. Except for a short nap
earlier I hadn't slept in almost twenty-four hours now. For the
longest time I had been getting picked over the other girls in
the room. Partly, I assume, because I was naked, and I look very
good that way. Now I was only getting picked when the other girls
were busy. That was more than fine with me.

Things stayed slow for most of the morning. There was a steady
trickle of men until around mid afternoon when it started getting
busy. At times there were men waiting for a girl to be free. It
was all the same to me. Go down the hall, get a man, go back to
my cubicle and do whatever he wanted. It seemed to be about 5%
anal, 20% blowjobs and 75% straight fucking. 

I made note of the time when I had been here for twenty-four
hours. I had started getting busy after that and didn't take not
of the time until I had reached the thirty-six hour mark. My body
was pretty much numb all over now. Guys were starting to complain
that I was falling asleep while they fucked me. So the big
redneck that was Momma's relief brought me back and had a talk
with me. 

He told me that he knew why I was here and he felt sorry for me,
but he couldn't have his customers complaining about his whores
snoring. So I had better wake up if I didn't want Snake to find
out. 

That was as good as throwing water in my face! So, he pulled out
his cock and I sucked it for him enthusiastically. Then we went
out front and I started trying to be nice to customers again. 

Snake came back for me at 5:00 PM. It had been almost fifty hours
of fucking one stranger after another. I was half way to the
truck before Momma opened the door and yelled at me to come get
my dress. 

I ran back and stood on the porch and slipped it over my head and
then ran back to the truck.

Snake started the truck and drove off. "You learn anything cunt?"
he asked.

"Yes Sir," I answered. 

"What did you learn cunt?"

"Sir, I learned not to call you by your name and never to say
no."

"You are one dumb cunt. I doubt if you have really learned
anything. You probably had a good time! Well, I took it easy on
you this time. You fuck up again there is an S&M club an hour and
a half from here. I guarantee you won't have fun there."

I wasn't sure what that was, but I knew I wouldn't like it.

We pulled into Snake's driveway and I went in and took off my
slip and started cleaning house. While I was cleaning the bedroom
I noticed that the jar of soothing ointment was still there and I
put it all over and in my pussy and ass. It felt better almost
instantly. I wiped away any residue from around the outside of my
pussy and ass. I didn't think Snake would like it if he didn't
think I was suffering enough. I didn't want him to see any of the
ointment and ask about it.

It was getting late and Snake decided he didn't want me hanging
around while he was working. He sent me home and I was so happy I
cried. I gathered my things and put my slip on and raced home.

I parked in the garage and went into my darkened kitchen and saw
someone moving and screamed. Then I fainted.

When I regained consciousness my husband was holding my head in
his lap and moving a cool damp cloth over my face. When I saw who
it was I became hysterical. My life was over now. It must have
been ten minutes before I calmed down enough so that we could
talk. I was exhausted. I had probably had forty minutes sleep in
the last sixty hours or so. There is a kind of fog that comes
over your brain at a time like that.

Finally I accepted the fact that my marriage and my life were
ruined and I started telling Jay everything, and I do mean
everything. I even showed him the emails and the pictures. I kept
waiting for him to start yelling or hitting or something. I kept
waiting for the look of disgust that I knew I would see on his
face. But he just listened without comment. He asked me a couple
of questions and then he helped me up and helped me into the
shower. He took his robe off and showered with me, gently washing
me all over. Then he helped me to our bed and sat with me and
held my head and kissed me goodnight. 

I didn't understand. No man in his right mind would stay with a
cheating slut, a cunt! Why wasn't he mad! He only said, "Get some
rest. It's going to be all right." All I could do was cry. He
just kept kissing me and drying my tears until I finally passed
out. 

I slept for almost twenty-four hours. When I awoke Jay was laying
beside me, holding me. I sat up and he opened his eyes and looked
at me and all I saw was love and pity. I tried to pull away. I
tried to tell him that he had to make me leave. He was too
perfect for a tramp like me. 

He just smiled. He told me to relax and take it easy while he
went to get me some soup. I couldn't relax. I got out of bed. I
was embarrassed for him to see me naked. After all of the people
that had seen me naked lately, it was him that I was embarrassed
about. Because I wasn't good enough for him now. I was ruined.

I quickly pulled a robe on and we went out to the kitchen. I made
a light supper and we sat quietly. I could only say I was sorry.


He kept saying, "It's alright." 

But it wasn't. It could never be alright again.

When it was time he turned on the TV for the news. I was just
kind of watching without listening until I saw Snake's picture.
That got my attention!

It seems that earlier today a neighbor had discovered the body of
Albert "Snake" Dutton. He had been shot twice through the head
with a small caliber gun, probably a 22. While searching the
residence, investigators had looked through a locked room and
found evidence that Mr. Dutton may have been blackmailing
customers of the internet provider where he worked nights and had
access to the emails and chat logs of the customers.

Jay owns a 22. His grandfather gave it to him. He used to target
shoot when he was a kid. But it hasn't been fired in many years!

I looked at Jay, but he just smiled. 

"Are you really feeling okay now," he asked. 

I nodded.

"Would you do me a favor?"

"Oh god Jay, I would do anything for you! I would die for you!"

He smiled a sneaky little smile and said, "It won't be quite that
bad." He turned the television off and took me by the hand and
led me into the bedroom.

"Surely," I thought, "he can't possible want to make love to me
after everything I told him!"

"I would like to see you in those clothes he made you wear."

At first I thought he just wanted to rub my nose in it. Then
throw me out. That wasn't it though. 

Jay saw the confusion in my face and said, "Sweetheart, I have
tried to be the perfect husband since we married. No, since we
met. I loved you from the moment I saw you and I wanted to be the
man of your dreams. I have come to realize that there is a flaw
in me that I didn't even know what there."

"When you were telling me about all of the terrible things that
had happened to you, I became aroused. When you showed me those
pictures in your emails I almost had an orgasm in my pants. While
you have been sleeping I went through everything Snake had on
you. I watched the movies. All of them, including the DVDs that I
took from his house. I have come to realize that we have been
missing a lot in our lives. But mostly we have been missing each
other." 

"I want to see you in those slut clothes. I want to see what
those men saw. I want to feel what those men felt when you had
your mouth on their cocks. And I want to drive you crazy with my
tongue like Snake did. We have been tiptoeing through life and
not really enjoying it. I have come to realize that we will miss
an awful lot that way."

I stared at him, waiting for the punch line. I still wasn't sure
it wasn't a trick. I got up nervously and put on one of the
loincloth skirts and the most revealing top I had. I paraded in
front of Jay and I watched his face and I knew it wasn't a trick.
He loved it! When I dropped to my knees and pulled his pants down
and started sucking his cock and he started going crazy I knew
that he loved me still. I was so happy I cried and sucked and
cried and sucked and when he had his huge orgasm and came in my
mouth for the first time I came too.

Then it was my turn. It was immediately obvious that he had,
indeed, watched the movies. He tasted my pussy for the very first
time, but he did it with style and love and it was fantastic. 

We never heard from the cops. Apparently none of Snake's friends
mentioned me. Tomorrow I have to drive Jay downtown. He is
picking up his new Fatboy. I only asked that it have a sissybar.

Jay wants to stop on the way home and see if Larry has any new
outfits we might like. Oh, and I have to wear the collar.

The End

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