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                                              Our First New Home
By vulgus

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Story codes: MMF/MMM+F/NC/Drug/MM/WS

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

My husband and I stood outside of our new home and hugged for a
moment before entering for the first time as home owners. It was
a nice, large home in a very upscale neighborhood. Our home was
built from stone and brick and it was like new, inside and out.
We had been married for three years and worked hard to save
enough money for a good down payment. The monthly payment was
large and seemed to stretch out for the rest of our lives, but it
was not much more than we had been paying in rent for our small
apartment. Actually, with the income tax deduction that we
received for the interest on our mortgage we would come out
ahead.

My husband, Dave, works for a major aircraft manufacturer. He is
an up and coming engineer and he loves his work. He is paid quite
well for it too. His hours are long and he has to travel entirely
too much. He explains to me that he is just 'paying his dues' and
gathering credits towards a more stable life. I didn't like all
of the absences, but I understood and I was being patient.

I worked in an office as a low level secretary, well, more of a
clerk typist actually. The plan was that I would work a little
longer, until the new house was set up and furnished the way we
wanted. Then I was to become a housewife, and soon after that, a
mother. We figured that if I needed to I could always find
another job somewhere. The place I worked now was a terrible
place to work. They treated the people badly and there was never
a morning that I didn't dread going into work.

My name is Donna. I am twenty-four. Dave is two years older than
me. We met in college and not long after we started dating we
each realized that we had found the partner we were looking for.
We were engaged within a year and living together in a tiny
apartment off campus. I decided that I really wasn't interested
in a college degree and my time would be better spent bringing in
a little money to make our lives a little easier. So I dropped
out of school and went to work. My parents were actually
relieved. They weren't rich and had a lot better things to do
with the money than buy me a degree in Art History.

We had already started moving into our new house, just a few
boxes at a time of little stuff. We had just come from closing on
the house. Now it was official, we had just joined that large
group of people known as mortgagees. At least that was what we
were called on the mountain of paperwork.

We went inside and went through into the backyard and sat down
near our new swimming pool. Fortunately the previous owners had
left a small collection of lawn furniture. The reason that they
had left it was obvious. It all needed to be replaced.

We sat and relaxed and held hands and just enjoyed being home
owners. It had been a stressful morning. The idea of being this
much in dept with the stroke of a pen was somewhat intimidating.

We couldn't sit for long though. Our move was all planned out. We
were going to pack and move everything ourselves in Dave's pickup
truck over the next few days, everything except the bigger,
heavier stuff. When the only things left were the big heavy stuff
we were going to hire someone to do that for us. Then we would
take inventory and see how well our old furniture looked in the
new house and what we had to shop for to make it our dream
house.

We were anxious to get it over with, so we got up and drove to
our apartment which was about a ten minute drive. We already had
a lot of boxes packed and we loaded the truck up and then we
loaded the car. We made three trips before we decided to call it
a day. We had only been married for three years. You wouldn't
think we would have been able to accumulate this much stuff so
quickly!

A lot of what we were moving was boxes of books. Dave and I both
loved to read and we both had book collections. It didn't take a
whole lot of books to make a box heavy.

After our third trip of the day it was late afternoon and we
decided to spend the rest of the day in the new house. We had
already moved the bed and that had to be put together and I
started putting stuff away in the kitchen.

It was hard work, but we were actually enjoying it.

I was startled by the doorbell and went to see who was at the
door. When I opened the door I was all but overwhelmed by a
large, smiling man. He introduced himself and said, "Hello. My
name is Roy. I live right next door. My wife, Ann, just sent me
over to tell you that supper is ready. I was ordered not to come
home without you."

Dave had come out from the bedroom and he came to the door and I
introduced him to Roy. I tried to explain to Roy that we were
dirty and sweaty and in no condition to go visiting. He would not
be denied. Dave and I looked at each other and shrugged. We
stepped out onto the front porch and Dave locked the door and we
were escorted next door by Roy.

Roy and Ann were in their mid forties. They were both outgoing,
friendly people and we instantly felt welcome in their home. Ann
had made lasagna and garlic bread and the smells coming from the
kitchen were making my mouth water.

We had left our house so quickly that we hadn't even thought to
wash up. Roy showed us to the bathroom and after we washed up we
sat down to the best lasagna I ever ate. There was also a most
delicious red wine. I wasn't much of a drinker. Not that I had
anything against it, I just didn't like the taste of most of the
drinks I had tried. I did enjoy this wine though. It was very
smooth.

We ate and drank and talked for a couple of hours. It was like
our new house came with best friends! Roy and Ann were both
attractive people, both educated and had a book collection that
put our own to shame. They also had a hell of a movie collection
and a huge plasma TV that must have cost as much as my car!

We thanked Roy and Ann and went back to our messy new house. We
quickly put some sheets on the bed and were sound asleep by nine
PM.

The next morning, Saturday, we got up early and after a couple of
cups of coffee out by the pool we drove back to the apartment
with a truck full of the boxes we had emptied last night.

By the end of the day there was nothing left but the big stuff,
our dressers and a sofa and love seat and a few large sets of
bookshelves.

We put things together as much as we could and then on Monday I
called a mover and told them what I needed moved and how far it
had to go. Because it wasn't much and it wasn't far they squeezed
me in on Wednesday and it only cost an arm and a leg.

By Friday, after a lot of late evenings spent unpacking and
putting things away, we had the house almost the way we wanted
it. We decided to buy entirely new living room furniture and we
needed dining room furniture since we didn't have a dining room
in our old apartment. We had bought a whole new set of patio
furniture and the pool area was now just what we had pictured it
in our minds when we first saw it. 

On Saturday, as we had arranged a week ago when we were having
dinner with the new neighbors, Roy and Ann came over to spend the
afternoon around our pool. I had bought some huge steaks and made
a nice salad and a potato salad. 

At the agreed upon time our neighbors came through the gate
between the two back yards and Dave almost choked on his beer
when he saw them. Well, when he saw Ann. She was wearing the
tiniest, most revealing bathing suit I had ever seen in my life!
I have to admit, it looked very, very good on her.

I elbowed my husband and he reeled his eyes back into his head.
Roy was trailing behind, he was carrying a small cooler and he
had paused to close the gate. Ann came up and gave us both a hug,
totally ignoring our shock at seeing so much of her. 

She was sexy and vivacious and if she had not told me her age
last week I would have sworn she was still in her twenties. She
was in better shape than I was!

There were two little patches covering her nipples and another
patch not quite covering her obviously shaved pubic mound. I was
wearing a nice, sexy little bikini, but she made me feel like I
was fully dressed.

Roy came up and set his cooler down and hugged me and shook
Dave's hand. He was only slightly more modestly attired in a
spandex bikini. I found it impossible to ignore the bulge in the
front of his suit. It looked immense. 

I don't know what they were drinking. It was in a pitcher,
nestled in the ice in their cooler. They told me what it was
called but I didn't recognize the name and I don't remember it
now. Roy insisted I have a glass of it though, and it was
delicious. I wasn't even sure that it had alcohol in it. Roy
refilled my glass several times. Dave was even talked into
switching from his beer to their special concoction and he seemed
to enjoy it too.

We sat and talked. Just like last week, our neighbors dominated
the conversation, but it was very pleasant and we almost reached
the point that we could ignore the way they were dressed. Right
up until Ann asked me how I liked her new suit. I had to admit it
was the hottest thing I had ever seen. She told me that she had
found it on the internet and ordered several of them. She said
that she would love to see me in one, and before I could put a
stop to it, all three of them were urging me to accompany her
back to her house to try one of them on. Dave seemed particularly
anxious to see me in one.

I don't believe that I am any more modest than the average girl
on the street. I like to wear miniskirts and tight jeans and sexy
tops. I wouldn't call my bikini modest. But I really didn't want
to try on one of those extremely revealing suits. Somehow though,
I ended up following Ann through the gate to her back yard and
into her bedroom. She pulled out two bikinis which were similar
to her own and a one piece suit which was even more revealing, if
that was possible.

As soon as we were in the bedroom she reached for the catch on my
bra and opened it. I felt very self conscious, but I tried to act
as though this was nothing unusual. She pulled the strings on the
sides of my bottoms and they fell to the floor. I had not been
undressed by a woman since my mother did it when I was a little
girl. It really felt strange. 

Ann turned me around and admired my body openly, complimenting me
on my "perky breasts" and my cute butt. I just blushed and tried
to reach for one of the suits she had laid out on the bed.

She stopped me and said, "You can't put those on yet, Donna. You
have a little problem we have to take care of first."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me into her bathroom. She put a
towel down on the toilet and sat me on top of it. By this time
you would have thought that I knew what was coming. I guess I had
been pretty much running on automatic since Ann took over. I
seemed to be incapable of acting of my own free will when she and
Roy were around.

Ann sat me down on the towel and before I could scream for help
she was kneeling between my wide spread legs and cutting my pubic
hair off with a pair of scissors. As she worked she commented on
what a beautiful pussy I had. That is not something I had ever
heard from another woman before. 

She worked quickly and it didn't take long, since I always keep
my light blonde bush trimmed close anyway. Soon, my entire patch
of hair was just a little stubble. Ann stood up and gathered a
razor and some soap and a wet cloth and returned to force my legs
open again. 

She looked down at me and wasn't satisfied. I guess that I wasn't
exposed enough to suit her. She made me stand up and she spread
the towel out on the bathroom floor and made me lay down on it.
It was like I no longer had a mind of my own! I let her push me
down onto my back and she was soon kneeling between my legs
again. I was so embarrassed about having anyone other than my
husband touch me there, but I said nothing as she rubbed the wet
cloth over my genitals and then spread the shaving cream all over
the area. It may have been just that I was so self conscious, but
she seemed to spend much too much time spreading the cream around
my pussy.

She bent down, her face only a foot from my crotch as she slowly
removed all traces of my pubic hair. When she used her fingers to
stretch out my labia to keep them out of the way a feeling like
an electric shock coursed through my body that only deepened my
embarrassment. 

It got worse though. When I thought that she was done, all of the
hair had obviously been removed, she suddenly lifted my leg and
pushed it up to my chest and checked the crack of my butt,
removing a few stray hairs from there as well.

She rinsed me off with the cloth and patted me dry and helped me
to my feet. She stood me in front of the mirror and said,
"Beautiful! Don't you think so Donna?! Damn, I wish I looked that
young and sweet!"

I was too shocked to speak, but it did look kind of sexy.

She pulled me back into the bedroom and I tried on the two tiny
bikinis. It was almost like being naked. There are only two
places I have ever been naked, my bedroom and my bathroom. I had
always thought that it was inappropriate to be naked anywhere
else.

Before I had a chance to say no, Ann pulled the strings on the
second bikini and it fell to the floor. She picked up the little
one piece and straightened it out with difficulty. She bent down
and made me step into it and she pulled it up over my shoulders
and tied it behind my neck. She pulled the two tiny strips of
nearly transparent cloth out away from my body and straightened
them out and then placed them over my nipples. These two strips
of cloth joined just over my slit and became one tiny piece of
nearly transparent material which just barely covered my slit.
From there, a string went up between the cheeks of my ass and
then split off to go around my waist and attach to the front of
the suit. 

Ann was ecstatic. She was gushing about how sexy I looked and
insisting that this tiny scrap of material was just made for me.

I could see myself in the mirror and I had to admit it was really
hot. Most of the areas that were normally covered by my bikini
were now exposed and the stark white skin really drew your eyes.
I knew that Dave would love it. I would be happy to wear it for
him too, when it was just the two of us. For some reason I never
quite had a chance to tell Ann that I couldn't wear any one of
the three of these suits, and especially this last one. I didn't
seem to be able to say no to anything she wanted!

She was pulling me back over to my backyard before I could make
her listen to my stutters. I seemed as totally incapable of
saying no to this woman as I would have been to my parents. 

In less than a minute I was standing in front of Dave and Roy,
and the looks of lust in their eyes, while complimentary, were
incredibly embarrassing. Both men stood up and Ann turned me
around slowly in front of them. 

I was certain that Dave would be furious and make me take the
tiny suit off. Boy was I wrong! He loved it! He pulled me close
and hugged me and told me how beautiful I looked. He made Ann
promise to give him the web site where she had gotten it so that
he could buy me several of them.

I was given another large glass of whatever was in the pitcher
that they had brought with them. It was really delicious and
whatever was in it really helped to calm me down.

As the afternoon went on Roy and Ann continued to lead the
conversation, often into areas that made me uncomfortable. They
were very open about their sexuality. I don't think I was really
aware of it at the time, but it seemed like the more of that
drink I sipped the less embarrassed I became.

In fact, after a brief dip in the pool I noticed that the suit
was nearly invisible. My nipples and slit were totally on
display. I just ignored it. In fact, looking back, I don't think
I was even embarrassed anymore.

Roy made two trips back to his house during the afternoon to
refill the pitcher. Dave and I were both a little tipsy. Neither
Dave nor I noticed that we were the only ones drinking from the
pitcher.

We took several more dips into the pool during the afternoon. I
wasn't even self conscious about my invisible suit anymore by
late afternoon. Whenever we were in the pool Roy would tease me
and get me laughing and there must have been a dozen occasions
that I had to pull the strips of cloth back over my nipples
because they had slipped off.

I noticed that Ann was just as playful with Dave and he was
having a ball. I also noticed that when we climbed out of the
pool the large bulge in Roy's trunks was barely contained. I
couldn't help staring, and I couldn't help wondering what that
oversized tube of flesh would feel like stroking in and out of my
tight pussy. My hand had brushed against it several times as we
played in the pool and, I suppose thanks to the drinks I had been
sipping all afternoon, I had to really fight the urge to wrap my
fingers around it and see just how big it would get if given the
chance.

After a couple of hours, we were already on the second pitcher of
drinks, Ann stood up and said, "Listen guys, this is silly. Roy
and I never wear swim suits and these things don't cover anything
anyway, would you guys mind if we took these off?"

Before I could make a sound Dave said, "I think that's a great
idea!" Then he turned to me and said, "Come on baby, that thing
looks hot on you, but it doesn't really cover anything anyway.
Let's go skinny dipping."

I am sure it was the drinks; because I am just not the kind of
person that skinny dips. For some reason, although it was totally
out of character for me, I didn't mind at all when Roy stood up
and stripped off that small, tight suit he had been wearing,
exposing that incredible cock to the sunlight. 

As soon as Roy was naked he stepped behind me and untied my suit
behind my neck and slid it down over my hips and helped me step
out of it while Ann was helping Dave out of his trunks, exposing
his more average sized, but erect penis.

I watched in amazement as Ann smiled and put her hand around his
cock and said, "Oh my, that's a nice one. Donna, you are a lucky
girl indeed. Roy's, as you have probably noticed, is quite large
and can take some getting used to."

I was indeed noticing. I was staring at it. I was unable to look
away as it twitched and grew slightly right before my eyes.
Although it was showing signs of life, Roy's cock never got any
more erect before he picked me up and tossed me into the pool and
dove in after me. 

We were soon wrestling around in the water again while Dave and
Ann sat in the shade and talked, ignoring us.

Roy's hands were all over me as we played around and he even
placed my hand around his now hard cock and for some reason I
couldn't pull my hand away. I knew it was wrong. I was
embarrassed. But Jesus it felt nice! It was so long and thick and
hard and smooth and masculine. 

I don't know how it happened, but soon I found myself backed up
against the pool wall and his cock was rubbing my slit and
somehow my legs opened up and his cock slid into my pussy
effortlessly. His cock was so large that I was certain it would
be painful. It wasn't though. He went very slowly and gently and
our eyes stayed locked on each other and it just felt so damned
good. 

When Roy started pumping his large organ in and out of me,
driving me crazy, I glanced around briefly and saw that Dave and
Ann were totally ignoring us. I don't know why I allowed it. I
don't know why I didn't stop him. I was terrified that Dave would
turn this way and see Roy and it would we be obvious that we were
having sex in the pool, not twenty feet away from them. 

Roy whispered in my ear, "You don't have to worry about Dave,
keep watching."

I kept watching Dave and Ann and I noticed that her hand was
moving up his thigh. I was at a loss when she suddenly stood up
and dropped her chair cushion at his feet and drop to her knees
and in an instant she had his hard cock in her mouth. I didn't
know what to feel. I was relieved because now he couldn't be mad
at me. I was also surprised to find that watching them was very
arousing. Not nearly as arousing as what Roy was doing though. I
loved the cock which was slowly pounding my pussy into
submission.

Roy saw that I was about to start getting vocal and he put his
lips over mine and we began to kiss passionately. I knew this was
all wrong. We weren't swingers or wife swappers or whatever they
were called now. 

We were happily married, almost newlyweds in fact. I had
certainly never entertained the idea of having sex with anyone
but Dave and I was sure he hadn't either.

I couldn't think anymore. I just went with it. It was all too
much for me. Strutting around in that tiny suit all afternoon,
the sexually explicit conversations, the playing around in the
pool, and most of all those delicious drinks, it was all too
much. I started screaming into Roy's mouth as I came, one orgasm
right after the other. I had never had multiple orgasms before
and I was as limp as a rag when I felt Roy finally cum in me with
two or three brutal, final strokes which nearly knocked the wind
out of me.

After Roy came in me, he left his softening cock inside of me and
we turned sideways so that we could both watch Dave and Ann more
easily. He was obviously just about to cum in Ann's mouth and she
seemed anxious to drink his cum. 

Dave tensed up and grunted loudly and I watched Ann's cheeks
expand as her mouth filled with cum and then she would swallow
and repeat the process. I should have been furious. Instead, I
was amazed that I only felt more aroused as I watched.

I felt the muscles in my pussy clamping down on Roy's large cock
and then releasing, and I felt his cock growing again. Meanwhile
we watched as Ann traded places with Dave and he ate her to
several loud orgasms. They must have known we were watching, and
listening but they acted as if they were all alone.

Roy started walking out of the pool with his cock, hard now,
still buried in my oversensitive pussy. He carried me to a nice
soft grassy area and laid me down without ever letting his cock
come free of me.

Soon he was plunging in and out again, and it was heaven. I
closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensations for several
minutes. My eyes were shocked open though, when I felt a hand,
and then a mouth on each of my nipples. I looked up and saw Roy
above me, supported on his strong arms and Dave and Ann, each
with a nipple in their mouth. There must surely have been
something besides alcohol in those drinks because I would never
have consented to this sort of sexual behavior. I did now. In
fact, it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me
and I never wanted it to end.

I put an arm around Dave's neck and another around Ann's and I
held on tight as Roy gave me one giant orgasm after another. He
finally came again and while I was cumming with him that last
time Dave moved his lips up to mine and kissed me, lovingly,
passionately. 

I cannot adequately describe the feelings I had at that time. The
love, the arousal, and the complete and utter satiation unlike
anything I had ever felt before. For some reason I didn't even
feel embarrassed anymore.

Roy finally pulled out of me and rose to his knees. Ann took
Dave's place at my lips and kissed me lovingly and told me how
sexy I was. Then she pulled me up to a sitting position and
guided my lips to her husband's cum covered cock. 

I can't explain how I allowed them to make me do such a
disgusting thing. No, that isn't right. They didn't "make" me.
They presented me with the opportunity and I opened my mouth and
took as much of Roy's cock into my mouth as I could. As I licked
and sucked at his cock, Ann was caressing my hair and my face
with one hand and her husband's cock and balls with the other.
Dave was kissing my neck and my shoulder and toying with my
sensitive breast and telling me how sexy I was. 

Roy's cock was rapidly growing in my mouth and I was awed by his
recuperative powers, not to mention the size of his very large
organ. It looked a whole hell of a lot bigger when it was right
in my face. I let the three of them have total control over me
and soon Roy's hard cock was pushing further and further into my
wide stretched mouth.

Dave moved his hand down to my very well fucked pussy and easily
slid several fingers deep into me while at the same time his
thumb rubbed against my sensitive clitoris. I reacted by taking
even more of Roy's large cock into my mouth and I felt Ann's hand
on the back of my head, urging me to take even more. I didn't
think it possible, in fact, I knew it wasn't possible, but
suddenly I found myself with my lips stretched to the limit
around the base of Roy's fat, nine inch cock! The amazing thing
was that I didn't panic. With all of the stimulation I was
receiving I was nothing but a sexual puppet at that moment. I
pulled back to the tip of Roy's cock and drove back down again.
Each time was easier and I was actually feeling pretty proud of
myself.

I felt his cock twitch in my throat and I knew that he had begun
to cum in my throat. As soon as he started to cum he pulled back
and rested just the head of his cock on my lips and Ann and I
worked together to finish him with our hands.

This was the third orgasm I had given Roy in the last half hour
and I was amazed at the volume of cum that filled my mouth and
oozed out around his cock. He finally pulled away and I swallowed
his load thirstily, something I had never done for my husband.

Once I had swallowed, Ann used her finger to scoop up what had
dripped down my chin and feed it to me. I sucked her fingers
clean and she pushed me forward to lick up the last few drops on
the end of Roy's cock. Then she pulled me back and kissed me
again. I had never, until this evening, kissed a woman this way.
I had never even imagined that I would. For some reason though, I
was enjoying it. I was enjoying everything.

Roy stood up and pulled us all to our feet, one at a time. We
walked slowly back to our seats and had another of those
delicious drinks.

I cannot explain how we were now able to sit around, totally
naked, and talk casually, laugh and joke and be comfortable. I
didn't feel the least bit self conscious now, or the least bit
guilty for having sex with Roy. I didn't seem to feel the least
bit jealous about watching Dave and Ann either. 

As the afternoon wore on I was struck that Dave was just as
susceptible to direction from Roy and Ann as I had been. We
seemed to do anything that they wished, whether it was something
that we would normally have permitted or not.

Roy took me twice more before Dave cooked the steaks. Each time
was just as magnificent as the first, and the second. To make it
even more interesting, at the end of every wonderful fuck, Ann
and Dave came over and joined us. As I would get closer and
closer to another earth shattering orgasm they would kiss me and
touch me and make it that much more exciting.

One time, while Roy was on top of me, plowing that wonderful cock
into me yet again, Ann lay down and held my hand and Dave made
love to her right beside me. After each time Roy took me, I was
presented with his cock to clean, which I did without
hesitation.

I noticed that after Dave had made love to Ann she got him to eat
her pussy clean. Something that I know he would never have done
with me.

At a little before five that evening Roy suggested that Dave cook
the steaks and he promptly rose and started the gas grill. Ann
suggested I should set the table and I went in and got the plates
and flatware and set the table out on the patio. Then I set out
the salads and in ten minutes we were all eating a delicious
meal. I noticed that everything seemed so much better this
afternoon. The sex was better, the food was better, the drink was
fantastic and for some reason I seemed to feel love for the two
new neighbors that I was meeting today for only the second time.
I found that I wanted to do everything I could to please them.

I guess that's why I didn't refuse when Ann pulled me out on to
the lawn again and laid me down on a lounge cushion and started
making out with me. We kissed and touched and I was a far more
than willing participant. I followed her lead and did all of the
wonderful things to her that she was doing to me. 

As we made love I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the
guys were standing nearby, watching with new erections while Ann
turned around and for the first time in my life I tasted another
woman's pussy. I cannot explain why, but I felt compelled to
please her and I licked and sucked avidly at her pussy. I wasn't
even surprised to find that I loved it! 

We both had several orgasms before Roy pulled us apart and pulled
me to my knees and took me from behind. While Roy fucked my more
than willing pussy, Dave knelt in front of me and I sucked his
seven inch cock easily into my throat. It just seemed that every
time I thought that things couldn't get more exciting, Roy and
Ann showed me how wrong I was.

Dave soon came in my mouth and for the first time I swallowed it
gladly. He fell away then, and watched as Roy pulled me up onto
my knees and held me close to his chest, squeezing my breasts and
pulling on my nipples and fucking me violently from behind. 

He came again and I waited for him to release me. As soon as he
put his arms down and slid his cock free, without even being
asked I swiveled around and took his cum soaked cock down my
throat. He patted my head and told me how good I was and as I
sucked him clean, in the back of my mind there was a nagging
feeling that I should be resisting everything that was happening,
but I didn't. I squashed that feeling and glowed with the praise
Roy was giving me.

What came next was the most amazing thing that happened all
night. When I had cleaned Roy's cock and balls he pulled away and
ordered me to lie on my back and spread my legs. I obeyed
immediately and then I watched in amazement as Ann led Dave
between my legs and guided his head down to my dripping, cum
filled pussy. 

My eyes got wide as, without hesitation, Dave greedily ate Roy's
cum from my pussy. While he was doing that Roy knelt over my head
and suggested that it would be nice if I did the same thing to
his asshole. And I did! I didn't even hesitate. I kissed and
licked and then stuck my tongue up his ass and instead of being
grossed out I found myself getting excited all over again.

Dave ate my pussy until I had another orgasm, then we all got up
and went back to the patio. Ann suggested I clean up the table
and they all sat down and watched me as I obeyed without
question. 

When I had cleaned up the patio and the kitchen I came back out
and I was given one more drink. As we sat around naked and
relaxed they again dominated the conversation, telling us what a
great time we had. Not what a great time they had had. They told
us what a great time WE had had! For some reason, that didn't
strike either Dave or me as strange. 

They told us that they were going home now, it was getting late.
They suggested we get a good night's sleep because they had a lot
of fun planned for tomorrow.

For some reason we just accepted that. We kissed them both
goodnight. I mean that! Both of us kissed both of them
goodnight!

Then we went to bed and cuddled up and went to sleep. I can't
ever remember sleeping so soundly either. We woke up earlier than
we normally might on a Sunday and took a shower together. For
some reason neither of us seemed to have any second thoughts
about what happened yesterday. We were smiling and happy and
kissing and touching and we felt no regrets. We felt nothing but
love.

After our shower we went into the bedroom and started to get out
some clothes to wear when out of the blue Dave said, "We don't
need these. I like being naked. Don't you?"

I thought about it for a second and realized that I did. I liked
being naked, a lot! So we went out to the kitchen and I made
breakfast while Dave got the coffee going. Then we took our
breakfast out to the patio and ate.

As we ate I looked around the backyard and thought of everything
that had happened last night. I felt a twinge of something, I'm
not sure what. Deep down I knew that what we had done was wrong
and totally out of character for both of us. As the morning wore
on, it started to weigh on me more and more.

At about ten Ann came over and she had a glass in each hand. It
was that same drink we had been given last night. She gave Dave
and me each one and told us to drink up. I tried to tell her that
I don't drink in the morning but she just smiled and said, "Silly
girl, of course you do! You do whatever I want you to."

I knew that I really didn't want to drink the drink in my hand.
For some reason I also knew that I had to. I sipped it down and
soon the doubts were gone and I didn't even remember having them.


Ann sat down and we joined her at the table. She was fully
dressed and we were still naked, but for some reason that didn't
bother either of us. In about fifteen minutes Roy came over and
handed Dave a couple of cases of beer and told Dave to put them
on Ice. He said that he had enjoyed meeting us so much that he
wanted some of his friends to get acquainted with us too. They
would be dropping by shortly.

I started to get up to go get dressed and Ann said, "Where are
you going, dear?"

I explained that I needed to get dressed but she said, "Oh no,
dear. You look beautiful just the way you are. Roy's friends are
going to love you just like that. Besides, you really are much
more comfortable naked, aren't you?"

I found myself saying yes, without even thinking about it.

I started to return to my seat but Roy pulled me over into his
lap instead. I sat down without the slightest hesitation and just
enjoyed the feeling of his hands as he groped my breasts and
fingered my pussy. He pulled his finger out of my pussy and held
it up to my face and smiled and said, "Yeah baby, you're ready
for more fucking, aren't you?"

I smiled and nodded my head, then he held his fingers to my lips
and I eagerly sucked them clean. Soon strange men started
wandering through the gate that Roy had left open. For some
reason it didn't bother me at all that I was put to work serving
them drinks and moving among them and letting them touch me and
kiss me and do anything they wanted. I don't know how many men
showed up. By that evening it seemed like the backyard was full
of people. Ann had brought another pitcher of those drinks over
and Dave and I had several more during the afternoon.

Then, around five PM I think, Roy led me out to a blanket that
had been spread out on the grass. I noticed two men standing
nearby with large, professional looking cameras which were both
pointed right at me. But I didn't mind.

Roy kissed me for a moment and then he said, "Guys, watch this,
you aren't going to believe it!"

He pushed me to my knees and opened his pants and I helped him
push them down to his knees. He patted my head and said, "Okay
Donna, show my friends what a good cocksucker you are."

As unbelievable as it sounds, I was anxious to do just that. I
started licking and kissing his cock and balls and then I took it
into my mouth and in no time at all I had it down my throat and
his pubic hair was tickling my lips. I started caressing his
balls lightly with my fingers and taking his cock in and out of
my throat as rapidly as I could.

I could hear the comments around me as the men watched in wonder
as I took Roy's huge cock into my little mouth and swallowed it
so enthusiastically. Roy didn't last as long this time as he had
yesterday. He came pretty quickly, in fact and I felt kind of
cheated as he pulled his slowly softening cock out of my mouth.
He saw the look of disappointment on my face and he patted my
head and said, don't worry baby, all of my friends are here and
they want to see that you have all of the cock you will ever
want. Are you ready for more?"

I was, for some reason. I wanted lots more! I shook my head
eagerly and Roy stepped out of the way. Then it started. It
started at five PM and from then until two in the morning I had
cocks in me. Sometimes it was just one at a time, sometimes two.
Usually the men fucking my mouth would cum down my throat, but
sometimes they pulled out and sprayed my face. When they did Dave
was right there to lick my face clean. 

After every two or three times they came in my pussy I was laid
down on my back and Dave licked me clean, or he was put on his
back and I was made to straddle his face and he would lick and
suck the cum out of me. 

Half way through the night, while I was eagerly sucking on yet
another large cock, someone started forcing a finger into my ass.
It was covered with something cold and it went in fairly easily.
I didn't even think to tell them to stop. I didn't know why. I
would never let Dave even see my asshole, much less touch it!

The men were watching avidly as the man behind me put one, then
two, and finally three fingers into my ass and stretched me out.
Then his fingers withdrew and I felt the head of his cock pushing
into me. 

It hurt like hell, but I didn't even consider trying to escape
him. I continued to concentrate on the cock in my mouth as the
man behind me plundered my ass to the amusement of the gathered
crowd.

From then on the men seemed to alternate between my ass and my
pussy. Except for those times when they used both at once. The
first time, I was made to straddle a cock and take it into my
pussy and then the man, a large black man I noticed for the first
time, pulled me to his chest and held me tight while another man
knelt between my legs and forced his cock into my ass. I was
screaming in pain so to shut me up someone filled my mouth with
cock again. That happened several more times that evening, I am
not sure exactly how many though. Everything was kind of a blur.
The thing that stood out most in my mind was Dave licking me
clean, over and over. I couldn't figure out why he would do that.
He had a vacant look on his face, as if he wasn't even aware of
what he was doing. It didn't disturb me though. Besides, I was
too busy to pay a lot of attention to him.

About once an hour Ann would come over with a glass of that
delicious drink and Dave and I would gulp more of it down quickly
and then return to our duties. 

I came out of the sexual fog and suddenly realized that I was all
alone around at about two the next morning. I slowly and
painfully got to my feet. I walked over to the where Ann and Roy
were sitting on the patio. I didn't even question seeing Dave on
his knees sucking Roy's cock all the way down his throat. I
stared at him for a moment and then Ann directed me to kneel in
front of her. I started to kneel on the cement but she stopped me
and dropped a cushion at her feet. With the cushion in place I
knelt and she pulled her skirt up and I ate her for a long time
as she had several orgasms. I heard Roy cumming in Dave's mouth
behind me and we were both allowed to rest finally. Only for a
minute though. The men that had been filming the entire evening
needed to be satisfied before they left. 

Dave sat passively at Roy's feet while I was led back out to the
blanket and the two men took turns fucking my ass. When each one
finished I sucked him clean and then I was led back to the patio
and given a last drink from the pitcher.

I was exhausted. Under normal circumstances I would have been
dying to take a shower and go to bed. There was nothing normal
about what was happening to us now though. We just didn't realize
it. Not yet anyway.

Roy and Ann finally stood up and told us that we could go to bed
as soon as we cleaned up the back yard. They left us alone then
and Dave and I stood and looked around at the incredible mess.
There were empty beer cans and bottles everywhere. I noticed
several large pizza boxes too. It occurred to me that we had not
eaten since breakfast, but I suppose that both of us had a
stomach full of cum. Maybe that was why we weren't hungry. 

I started gathering up empties while Dave went into the garage
and came back with a box of trash bags. It took us an hour to
clean up the yard, and then we were finally able to go to bed. I
don't know if it was because we were so tired, or because Ann
hadn't told us to, but we didn't even shower first. We just
cuddled up, smelling of cum, and went to sleep. 

When the alarm went off three hours later we struggled up with
great difficulty. My entire body was sore. My breasts were black
and blue and so were my thighs. But it was the pain in my ass and
my pussy that got my total attention. I was just about to call in
sick. I had taken a shower hoping that would help. It didn't. I
went out to the living room and reached for the phone when I saw
a note leaning up against the phone. I picked up the note and saw
that it was from Ann. 

It was short and not so sweet. It said, "Dave and Donna, we had a
great time last night. We are looking forward to seeing you after
work. Come over after supper. We have something to show you. From
now on, neither of you will be allowed to wear underwear. Donna,
we want you to wear something sexy. I know you are tired and
sore, but no calling in sick.  Love, Ann"

I took the note back in and handed it to Dave as he was getting
dressed. We looked at each other for a moment and then he
undressed and removed his underwear. Whatever it was that had
come over us, that had made us submit to all of things that we
had over the weekend was starting to wear off. 

We were aware of what we had done, and what had been done to us,
and that it was totally out of character. We were just now
starting to be embarrassed by it. Despite our growing discomfort,
whatever it was that made us do what our neighbors told us to do,
it still had enough of a hold over us that we dressed as we were
instructed and went to work after a quick breakfast of cereal.

I can only imagine what kind of day Dave had. Mine was totally
awful. First of all I was dressed much more sexily than normal.
As I sat down at my desk and tried to do my work, the events of
the weekend flashed through my mind all day. I was torn between
total humiliation and arousal. As the day wore on and whatever it
was that had taken control of us wore off, there was more and
more humiliation and less and less arousal. 

Around three o'clock I had to run to the bathroom and lock myself
in a stall and I cried for several minutes before I could pull
myself together. I finally dried my eyes and went to the sink and
washed my face and repaired my makeup. I returned to my desk and
as soon as I sat down I got a call from my supervisor asking me
to come to his office.

I stood up and walked to the corner of the large room with all of
the little cubicles that we worker bees were confined in. Mr.
Jefferson's office was in the corner with large glass walls that
allowed him to keep his eye on us. I knocked on his door and he
looked up and told me to come in and sit down. He got up and
closed the blinds on his glass walls and shut his door and then
came around and leaned back against the edge of his desk in front
of me. 

"Donna," he said, "I couldn't help but notice that you have
totally ignored the office dress code today. Stand up please."

I stood nervously and looked down at my hands which I had clasped
in front of me.

"I apologize, Mr. Jefferson, I don't know what I was thinking
this morning," I almost whispered. It was embarrassing enough to
be called to his office. To be called in for dressing like I was,
that was truly humiliating. It didn't help that I feared and
despised this man.

He continued to look me over and then he said, "You are wearing a
nearly see-through blouse, a miniskirt, and no bra. You are not
wearing hose either. What else aren't you wearing Donna?"

For some reason I was compelled to answer him. "I am not wearing
any underwear, Mr. Jefferson. I am sorry sir."

He stared at me for a moment, and then he deliberately extended
his hand and gripped the hem of my skirt and lifted it slowly,
until my entire abdomen was exposed. I don't know which of us was
more surprised when I just stood there and let him. He tucked the
hem into my waistband and his hand slid down over my belly to my
bare pussy. His gaze went back and forth between my eyes and my
pussy as his finger began to rub over my crease.

"Nice shave," he said. "Close and smooth. You look like a little
girl. What are those bruises on your thighs?"

I didn't know what to say. I finally said, "We had a party last
night and things got kind of out of hand."

"Yes, I can see that," he said.

As he started moving his finger in and out of my very wet pussy
he ordered me to unbutton my blouse. I desperately wanted to turn
and run from this room. Instead, I did as I was instructed and
unbuttoned my blouse and let it hang open. 

His other hand pulled it off of my shoulders and let it slide
down my arms. Then he examined my breasts. 

"Wow!" he exclaimed. "Beautiful, but they look sore. I don't
believe I have ever seen black and blue tits before. That must
have been some party. How many men did you fuck?"

"I don't know," I said. I had begun to cry quietly. I couldn't
imagine why I was letting him do these things to me. Every fiber
of my being wanted to turn and run screaming from this room!

"Is your poor little pussy sore?" he asked, a false note of
concern in his voice.

I nodded. It was. As the day went on I had become more and more
aware of the aches and pains in my body.

"Well then I won't fuck you today, bitch. I'll let you suck my
cock instead." 

He stood up and unfastened his pants and dropped them to his
knees and leaned back against his desk. I glanced at the door,
which was closed but not locked, but I suppose that's his
problem. I dropped to my knees and took his already hard cock
into my mouth and all the way down on the very first stroke. He
loved it and moaned in pleasure as I sucked his cock just like I
learned this weekend. He came so quickly that I wasn't expecting
it and almost choked on his cum. He held my head against his
stomach and said, "Again bitch!"

So I did. He lasted a little longer the second time but it still
wasn't very long before he filled my mouth with his cum. He
finally pulled me to my feet and then he turned me around and
lifted the back of my short skirt to examine my ass. 

"Beautiful!" he said. "I want you to keep dressing just like you
did today. Now get out of here and go on home."

I looked at the clock on the wall. It was five minutes past
quitting time. Almost everyone was already gone. I straightened
out my skirt and put my blouse back on and buttoned it up and
went to my desk to get my purse. Then I walked to my car in a
daze.

I drove home. I must have. I found myself parked in my driveway.
I must have driven with subconscious mind though. I don't
remember the drive at all. I only remember replaying in my mind
what had happened to me in Mr. Jefferson's office and trying to
figure out how I could have allowed that to happen.

I went inside our new house and went to the bedroom and undressed
and took a shower. Then I collapsed on the bed and cried my eyes
out. I finally got up and put on some loose clothing and went out
to the kitchen and started supper. Unless he called to say he was
going to be late I always counted on Dave being home by 5:30.

He got home just as supper was about ready and he came into the
kitchen and hugged me close and asked, "What the hell is
happening to us?"

I leaned against his chest and started crying and replied, "I
don't know. Roy and Ann, they did something. They drugged us or
something, they must have. Oh god Dave, it was awful. This whole
day was awful! I kept remembering things that happened, but even
now, I still can feel it. They ordered us to come over after
dinner, and I have to go. I don't know why, but I have to."

Dave held me close and said, "Yeah, I know, me too. I know what
you mean about remembering things. All day long I kept
remembering the things they made us do last night, hell, all
weekend! I kept getting sick to my stomach and I wanted to go
home. I couldn't though. I remembered that note and I couldn't
leave. I think this stuff is wearing off, whatever it is. We just
have to make sure we don't eat or drink anything when we go over
there tonight."

I nodded and served supper. We ate slowly, neither of us was
anxious to go next door. After supper I cleaned up and Dave put
on some casual clothes and we reluctantly went out and walked to
our neighbor's house. We knocked on the front door and Ann
finally came and opened it for us. We started to enter but she
stopped us.

"Take off your clothes before you come in," she ordered. "From
now on you don't come over here with clothes on unless we tell
you to, alright?" She was talking in a friendly, welcoming voice,
but she was talking down to us, like an adult talking to a four
year old.

We both nodded our heads and undressed quickly, standing under
the bright lights on the front porch. I heard cars driving down
the road come to a stop, but I didn't have the nerve to turn
around and look.

Ann finally let us enter with our clothing in our hands. We
dropped our clothes on the chair when she instructed us to do so.
Then we followed her into the TV room. Roy was in there talking
to the two men who had been doing the camera work last night.

Roy pointed to the two shot glasses on the table and ordered us
each to drink one down. Dave pleaded with him not to make us
drink it, but he just smiled and watched. He already knew that we
would obey. 

I had tears in my eyes as I picked up one of the glasses and
tossed it down quickly. I suppose that this was what was in the
drink we had been consuming all weekend. Without the fruity drink
to camouflage the taste it was terribly bitter. Dave and I both
made faces as we forced the stuff down and then put the glasses
back down.

"Don't worry," Roy said. "Only one of those every evening for the
rest of this week and that's all."

"What is it?" I asked. "What are you doing to us?"

"Why, I thought it would be obvious, Donna. It is a drug that the
pharmaceutical company I own has developed to treat depression.
It turns out that this little drug has an amazing side effect, as
we recently discovered during the testing. It removes your free
will. You lose the ability to refuse anyone anything. 

I mixed in a small dose of an experimental aphrodisiac over the
weekend to make everything that happened a little more palatable.
We don't really want you to enjoy yourself too much though. It is
more fun for us when you do things you don't want to do because
you don't have any choice. We have learned from our tests that
seven doses of the drug make the changes in your mind permanent.


So that you have hope, I need to point out that there is an
antidote, and if we ever tire of you we will probably make it
available to you. Until that time I am afraid that you will both
find yourselves compelled to obey any order, or even mild
suggestion, from anyone. You will be totally unable to control
it."

"You have probably noticed that as the day went on the effects
began to wear off. By the end of the week that won't happen. You
have also noticed that the aphrodisiac has worn off my now. If I
am a good mood I may give you more when I think it is
appropriate. I won't do that often though. It really turns me on
to think about how much you hate what you have to do."

Dave and I stood there stunned while Roy and his two friends
stood up and undressed. Then they sat back down. Roy and one of
the camera men were sitting side by side on the huge sectional. I
watched as the man beside Roy ordered Dave to lie down beside him
and stretch out with his face in the man's lap. I was ordered to
do the same thing to Roy. When I was lying with my mouth around
Roy's cock I could feel the hair on the top of my head brushing
up against Dave's.

Ann picked up the remote control and turned on the huge plasma
TV. As soon as it came on she started a DVD. It was from the
party last night. Now, without the haze from all of the alcohol
and drugs, I could see how many men had been there. I couldn't
count them, there were too many and they kept moving around. I
also saw that licking me clean had not been the only indignity
Dave had been subjected to. Several of the men required him to
suck them off and two men even fucked his ass. I hadn't known
about that.

Roy said, "I suppose you are wondering how many men were there
last night."

I murmured a response around his fat cock.

"Well, I was a little disappointed at the turn out. I invited an
even one hundred men, but only eighty-four showed up. Some men
have trouble getting out of the house on Sunday evening. To make
up for the shortage of men, nearly half of them fucked you twice.
You were a big hit Donna. The guys loved fucking a sweet, young,
drugged housewife. It really turned them on, just like it is
turning me on now. Go ahead and use your hand now. I'm ready to
cum. Don't close your eyes. There is a camera pointed at us right
now, I will know. I don't want you to miss a minute of the movie
these two gentlemen worked so hard on."

I started massaging Roy's cock with my hand and in moments he was
filling my mouth with his hot, nasty cum. It was harder now,
without the aphrodisiac. The vile fluid seemed to burn my throat
as I forced myself to swallow. 

When Roy was finally satisfied he pushed me away and the other
camera man called me over. He was sitting near Dave's feet with
an erection. He ordered me to sit on it and ride it, but not to
take my eyes off of the TV. 

As I bounced up and down on the man's cock, I felt my breasts
bouncing painfully, but Roy seemed to find that amusing. When I
tried to support them with my hands he ordered me to put my hands
down.

Roy asked me if anything unusual had happened today and I was
forced to tell him all about what happened with my supervisor.
When I finally finished telling them about it they all had a good
laugh. The man that was getting sucked off by my husband finally
stiffened and held Dave's head tightly and came in his mouth.

Dave gagged a little, but managed to keep it down. As soon as the
man pushed him away, Ann called him over and ordered him to put
his head under her skirt and eat her out. Roy stopped her though.
"No, wait for few minutes Ann. Donna's first ass fuck and her
first triple penetration are just coming up. I would hate for
poor Dave to miss that."

I watched in horror, remembering the awful pain, as some stranger
lubricated my asshole in front of the large crowd and then forced
his cock into me. I could hear my screams which were quickly
muffled by a large cock. 

The movie had been severely edited. It showed everyone that was
there last night as they fucked my face and my pussy and my ass.
It showed the beginning and the end of every fuck. A lot of the
middle of each fuck was cut out for the sake of time. The entire
orgy had lasted nine hours. There was a complete record of the
evening on a collection of four DVDs which would be available for
sale, as would the highlight version which we were watching. 

As we watched, Dave was ordered to go around and suck on Roy's
cock to get him hard again. He informed me that he had not had
the opportunity to use my ass last night and he was going to do
that while Dave ate out his darling wife. We continued to watch
the TV. The man I was sitting on finally came and I was ordered
to get down and clean him off, without taking my eyes from the
screen.

As I sucked him clean we got to the part of the movie where I was
had three cocks in my body for the first time. I held the man's
cock in my mouth and stared at the TV as they showed me in
detailed close-ups being penetrated by three large cocks. We all
watched until that scene passed. 

As soon as the orgy moved on Roy, called me over and bent me over
a large hassock and started playing with my ass. Dave, meanwhile,
was between Ann's legs with his head up her skirt and eating her
out. 

Roy started probing my ass, at first with only the moisture from
my pussy, but later he started using a lubricant. When he had
three large fingers inside of me I could hardly breathe it hurt
so much. He continued to force his fingers into me and stretch me
out for a long time. Then he moved up behind me and started
forcing his large cock into me.

At first I just whimpered in pain. The more my ass was stretched
as he slowly forced his fat cock into me the more the pain
increased. I started sobbing and crying loudly and begging him to
stop. I pleaded with him to please take it out, promising him
anything.

His response was to reach around me and hold onto my sore breasts
and start fucking me violently as I screamed in pain. I heard him
whispering in my ear, "Yeah baby, scream for me. Let me hear your
pain. God that feels so fucking good. Every hole in your body is
hot. Too bad I can't fuck your ear, bitch. Fuck! Your ass feels
like a vice around my cock, you sexy cunt."

It seemed to last forever. Eventually my ass started to get numb
and I found myself able to breathe again. I heard another scream
and looked around saw that one of the men was fucking Dave's ass
while he ate out Ann. 

After Roy fucked my ass the other camera man fucked me there too.
Afterwards I sucked them both clean. Then I remained bent over
the hassock and watched the TV. I tried not to, but I couldn't
avoid seeing Dave out of the corner of my eye as he finished off
Ann and then the man fucking his ass came. He was then forced to
suck the man clean just as I had done with my rapists. 

Before they let us leave we had to lick each other clean and then
suck each other off. I didn't think I could cum, but at last I
did. It was the first time I had an orgasm tonight, but I didn't
enjoy it.

We were given a copy of the movie and told to keep it playing on
our TV at home and leave it running in a loop. They warned us
that they had better never hear of it being off. Then we were
allowed to leave. I asked Ann if we could use the back door from
now on.

She thought about it for a moment and went to talk to Roy, I
assume.

She came back in and smiled and said, "Roy said that you can
start using the back door next week. This week you need to learn
humility. Now remember, be here right after supper tomorrow. One
last set of instructions. You cannot talk about this to anyone
but yourselves. You cannot ask for help from friends, family,
strangers or police. Now, go! Go home and think about all the fun
we are going to have with you."

We grabbed our clothes and made a dash for our front door. It was
dark now, though, and we didn't see anyone. 

We rushed inside and took a shower together. We cuddled together
in bed after we dried off and brushed our teeth repeatedly. We
tried to come up with some options, some way out of this dilemma.
By the end of the week when this stuff became permanent, we would
have to come up with something.

I looked at the time and it was too late to call my parents. I
resolved that first thing in the morning I would call my mother
and find out just how effective this drug was. We finally went to
sleep, I cried myself to sleep. We didn't sleep well though. It
was a fitful sleep for both of us, full of horrible nightmares of
sexual abuse and slavery.

In the morning we took another shower and I picked out another
miniskirt and another top that was totally inappropriate for the
office. I made breakfast and then sat at the phone and called my
mother. 

My mother didn't work outside of the home, but she got up early
to have breakfast with my dad every morning. As soon as I
identified myself she was concerned because I never called her
early in the morning. To my dismay I found myself calming her and
assuring her that everything was fine. I was totally unable to
tell her why I called.

I started to leave for work. Dave had already left. As I was
locking the front door Ann came over and said, "You tried to
disobey me. You called your mother to ask for help. Today you
take the bus to work."

I had never taken the bus. I had no idea what the schedule was. I
knew where the bus stop was. I had seen people waiting at the
corner at the end of our street. I checked to make sure I had
money and then walked rapidly to the bus stop.

When I got there I saw the bus stop sign, but no schedule. I had
no idea what bus to take. I stepped onto the first bus that came
and asked the driver how I could get to my office and he told me
to get on. He was very nice and quite patient. He explained as he
drove away that I would have to transfer at Foster Boulevard and
he told me which bus I needed to take. He also told me how to get
home. I paid him and he gave me a transfer and he told me he
would call out my stop when it was time for me to get off the
bus.

I went to an empty seat and moved in to sit by the window about
four rows back from the driver.

At the next stop three rowdy young teenagers got on the bus,
threw their change into the glass money bin beside the driver and
started back towards me. The largest of the boys was in front and
when he spotted me his eyes lit up. He sat down beside me and
crowded up against me. His two friends sat right behind us.

As soon as the bus moved away from the bus stop, the boy's
fingers were tracing a circle on my thigh. When I didn't object,
he put his hand down over my thigh and quickly moved it up to
rest against my naked pussy. When he realized I wasn't wearing
panties he turned his head back to his companions behind us and
whispered, "Hey guys, check this shit out!"

One of his buddies stood up and stood in the aisle beside us and
the other stood and leaned over the seat. While they watched, the
boy beside me slowly slid my skirt up to my waist and displayed
my pussy to his friends. I felt the blood rush to my face as I
sat in the bus seat, helpless and totally humiliated. These boys
were no more than sixteen if they were that. The two boys watched
as their friend started probing my hairless pussy. I could only
be grateful that they were at least being quiet to avoid drawing
attention to what they were doing. As the boy beside me played
with my pussy the boy behind me reached around and pushed his
hand inside my loose blouse and started playing with my breasts.
All I could do was sit there and cry.

The bus came to a sudden stop and I heard the driver open the
doors and get out of his seat and come charging back towards us
yelling at the kids to get the hell off of his bus.

Once the boys were running down the sidewalk the driver asked me
if I was alright. I quickly covered my crotch and pulled my
blouse together and nodded, too ashamed to look him in the eye.

He leaned down and said, "I'm sorry about that, you should have
said something. You get off at the next stop, are you sure you
are okay?"

I whispered a thank you and nodded, still unable to meet his
gaze.

When the bus got to the next stop I scurried out the center door
and didn't take a deep breath until it had moved on. I started
watching for the bus the driver had told me would take me to my
office and it was the next one to arrive. As I was climbing on I
heard someone yelling, "There she is!" I looked down the street
and saw the three teenagers that had molested me running to catch
the bus. They didn't make it. As soon as I was on board the
driver pulled away. My heart was in my throat until the doors
closed and the bus pulled away from the curb.

I told the driver where I was going and explained that I wasn't
familiar with the bus system and asked him if he would please
tell me where I needed to get off. I was finding that when you
were a pretty woman in a nearly see-through blouse, most men will
do just about anything for you. He smiled and nodded and I worked
my way back into the bus. 

This bus, unlike the first one, was full. All the seats were
taken and most of the places for passengers to stand and hang on
were also in use. I found a pole I could hang onto and tried my
best to stand still as the bus sped up and braked, sped up and
braked through rush hour traffic. I noticed that nobody looked at
anyone else and for awhile it was like being alone in a full bus.


That feeling went away when I felt a hand on my calf. A man in
the seat beside me was touching my calf. At first I thought it
was an accident. It would brush up against me and then move away.
Then come back, almost as if the movement of the bus was causing
it. 

When I didn't react, the man's hand came to rest on my calf and
rubbed it gently. When I still didn't react he became much
bolder. His hand slid up the inside of my leg, slowly, teasing
me, and teasing him I suspect. Until, just like the three
teenagers had discovered earlier, he found that I was not wearing
underwear. His hand pressed between my legs, which were splayed
slightly so that I could maintain my balance in the moving bus.
To his delight he learned that he had free access to my pussy. 

He took full advantage and was quickly pushing two fingers in and
out of my wet hole. I did the only thing I could do. I closed my
eyes and listened for the driver to tell me that we were at my
stop. I couldn't understand though, why something that was so
humiliating could be so stimulating. If I had not been informed
of my stop when I was, if I had had to go one stop further, I
would surely have had an orgasm at that man's hands. And I never
even saw his face.

I got off the bus and rushed to my office nearby. The first
thought that went through my mind was to wonder if busses were
always a hotbed of sexual molestation. The second was to look at
my watch and realize that I was ten minutes late. Mr. Jefferson
was going to have a field day with that.

I rushed to my desk, but when I looked up I saw Mr. Jefferson
watching. I was busted.

I put my purse away and as soon as I sat down he was on the
intercom calling me into his office.

I rushed to his office and knocked on his open door. He waived me
in. He was on the phone with someone else as I came in. As soon
as I stepped into his office he hung up the phone and stood up. I
apologized for being late. I told him that I had to take the bus
this morning and that I had not been familiar with the
schedules.

He looked me over, approving of my outfit, obviously. He asked,
"Is your car broken down? You know that is not an acceptable
excuse."

"No sir," I said.

"Then why did you have to take the bus?" he asked.

I was having trouble breathing. I wanted desperately to make
something up, but I was unable to do anything but answer with the
truth.

I moaned at the effort to find some way to say this that wouldn't
reveal my dilemma, but I couldn't. Finally I said, "My next door
neighbor made me take the bus as a punishment."

Just then the door opened and Mr. Taylor, who was Mr. Jefferson's
boss, came in and closed the door. 

Mr. Jefferson invited him to sit down and turned back to me and
asked, "Why are you allowing your next door neighbor to punish
you?"

This presented a terrible dilemma. I was not able to lie or
refuse to answer. Yet I had been ordered not to tell anyone about
my situation and ask for help. Then I realized I would get no
help from Mr. Jefferson. I was able to answer him after all. It
was almost a relief. Well, a relief heavily tinged with terror.

I tried to organize my thoughts and then I said, "My husband and
I are being given a drug by our next door neighbors. Because of
this drug we have to do whatever we are told. We have no free
will. This morning I tried to call my mother and ask for help,
even though I was ordered not to. Somehow my neighbor found out
and ordered me to take the bus to work as punishment."

Mr. Taylor asked, "Why are you able to tell us and not your
mother?"

"Because," I answered, "I know that you won't help me."

Mr. Taylor smiled and said to Mr. Jefferson, "Dean, I believe you
have struck gold!"

Mr. Jefferson walked over to the blinds and closed them. Then he
locked the door. He turned to me and said, "Today's the big day
Donna. I have wanted to get my dick in you since I first laid
eyes on you. Now get those clothes off. It's okay if you take
your time."

The men looked at each other and grinned widely, then turned to
watch me as I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off. I tossed
it onto the chair beside me and then I removed my miniskirt. I
slipped my shoes off and slid them under the chair and then
waited for whatever was going to be next.

Mr. Taylor stood up and removed his suit coat and set it aside.
Then he had a sudden inspiration and he pulled out his cell phone
and made me pose for several lewd pictures. He set the phone down
beside him and pulled his pants and shorts down past his knees
and then picked up the phone again and ordered me to my knees in
front of him. I moved into position and took his cock into my
mouth. It was large, but not as large as Roy's, so I had no
trouble taking it into my throat as he took pictures with his
phone. 

While I was sucking off Mr. Taylor, Mr. Jefferson took the
opportunity to explore my ass and my pussy with his soft sweaty
hands. Mr. Taylor came quickly, calling me all kinds of dirty
names while he did. I gathered that he had never been taken into
anyone's throat before and he found it to be particularly
stimulating.

As soon as Mr. Taylor pushed me away, Mr. Jefferson ordered me to
stand facing his desk. He walked up behind me and bent me over
his desk and forced his cock into me with no preliminaries. I
grunted in pain and he chuckled at my discomfort. 

He fucked me brutally. It was truly a rape in every sense. As he
raped me he talked quietly, telling me how much fun we were going
to have from now on. He called me nasty names. He told me that I
was now the official office whore. All I could do was lay my head
on his desk and cry quietly until he finished. 

He fucked me for a good fifteen minutes before he grabbed my hips
roughly and slammed into me two or three more times and then
filled me with his cum.

I waited for him to pull away and then I dropped to my knees and
sucked him clean. 

"Do you always have to do that?" he asked, obviously amused.

"Yes sir," I answered.

Mr. Taylor stood up and ordered me to bend back over the desk. He
was hard again and he wanted to try out some of my "sweet young
pussy" for himself. Mr. Taylor appeared to be in his late fifties
and he was morbidly obese. I couldn't decide if I was rooting for
or against him having a heart attack. 

After Mr. Taylor came in me I cleaned him up and then they turned
me around and looked at my abused pussy.

Mr. Taylor said, "Still looks like a nice tight cunt to me, but
she can't even go to the restroom leaking cum like that."

Mr. Jefferson said, "Yeah, she'll be dripping cum all over the
office."

Mr. Taylor said, "Well, there's only one solution. Donna, scoop
that nasty mess up with your fingers and eat it."

They probably thought I would be upset. They didn't know how much
cum I had been forced to swallow in the last three days. I wasn't
fazed in the least by the few little fingers full of cum these
two old farts had deposited in my pussy.

I scraped it up and brought it to my mouth and licked my fingers
clean several times, until they were satisfied. Then I was
ordered to dress and get to work. I was informed that I would be
working an hour overtime to make up for the ten minutes I was
late and the fifty minutes that they had been fucking with me.

I dressed quickly and made my way to my cubicle and tried to
concentrate on my work. I realized, after a while, that the
harder I worked, the more I concentrated on my computer, the less
time I spent dwelling on the hell I found myself in.

During my lunch break I called Dave and told him that I would be
at least an hour late getting home and not to worry. He asked
what was wrong, but I couldn't tell him in here. People in the
other cubicles can overhear conversations easily. I told him I
would explain when I got home.

I was left to my work for the rest of the day. I worked quietly
until everyone had gone home. I still had an hour to make up. I
thought that was terribly unfair, but then, that didn't really
matter did it?"

I expected Mr. Jefferson to call me to his office again before I
left. Instead, I was working at my computer when the janitor
stopped in my cubicle. He never said a word. He just unbuttoned
his pants and pulled out his long, black cock and said, "Suck it,
bitch."

I had been working so hard that I hadn't even heard him until he
spoke. I spun around in my chair, startled and saw his large
black cock hanging out of his pants. I looked up at him and he
just stood there waiting. As I leaned forward to take him into my
mouth I saw Mr. Jefferson leaning over the wall of my cubicle,
taking pictures with a digital camera.

I felt the janitor's cock growing rapidly in my mouth and soon it
was at least as large as Roy's. It wasn't so much larger that I
couldn't take it into my throat though. His cries of pleasure as
he watched a young white married woman swallowing his cock were
very loud in the empty office. They rang in my ears as I sucked
as enthusiastically as I had been taught. Because that was the
only way I was allowed to do it.

He seemed disappointed when he finally filled my mouth and throat
with his slimy cum. He must have wanted it to last a lot longer.
Without a word to me he put his cock away and patted me on the
head and went back to work, thanking Mr. Jefferson as he went by.
Mr. Jefferson was soon sitting on my desk and leaning back while
I sucked him off. He had apparently found it arousing, watching
me suck off the janitor. He came quickly and then zipped up and
told me to go home. He told me I had better not be late tomorrow,
or things would get really interesting.

I turned off my work station and took my purse out of the drawer
and rushed out of the building. I didn't even go to the restroom
to rinse out my mouth. I was too anxious to get away. 

As I was leaving work I started towards the parking area where I
normally parked before it suddenly hit me that I had taken the
bus. I went down the block and crossed the street to the bus stop
going back toward my house. I knew which busses I needed to catch
this time and I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief when
I was safely on the crowded bus. 

I had forgotten how eventful my morning commute had been. Before
very long it started again. I was standing in a press of male
bodies, rocking back and forth with the motion of the bus, when I
felt another hand on my leg. I moaned in disbelief. Surely this
can't happen to me every time I get on a fucking bus!!!!

I wondered if it was just me. I saw other women scattered here
and there throughout the bus. They did not appear to be getting
molested. Was there a sign on my back? Or was it because my
nipples were visible through my blouse and my miniskirt ended
just below my ass?

I stood still as the hand moved up my leg slowly. It moved
slowly, but the man seemed to know I wouldn't resist. The
movement of his hand was not in the least hesitant. When I had
not turned to slap him at the very first touch he must have
assumed that I was enjoying his attention. 

He soon had two fingers sawing into my pussy and as much as I
hated that it was happening, I was starting to really enjoy it. I
enjoyed it so much that I almost missed the transfer point where
I had to get off to catch my other bus. I rushed off the bus and
stood in the dark with several men, all of waiting quietly for
our busses. 

One of the men kept staring at me. I assumed it was because of
the way I was dressed. My bus finally arrived and I got on and
handed the driver my transfer. I made my way back to a window
seat and collapsed into it in relief at being able to sit down at
last. Just like this morning, this bus was not even half full. So
I was surprised when a man sat down beside me. I recognized him
instantly from the bus stop. 

He stared at me for a minute, looking at my breasts, my nipples.
Then down at my just barely covered crotch. He smiled at me and
said, "I watched you on the first bus. I saw what that guy
sitting beside you was doing. And you just let him!"

I didn't say anything. What could I say?

The driver had turned out the interior lights when the bus
started out and now, in just the light from the passing street
lights, the stranger beside me reached over and squeezed my
breast softly. I did nothing. 

That was all the permission he needed. He slowly unbuttoned my
blouse to below my breasts and reached in to play with me,
squeezing and pulling on my breasts and my nipples for a while
before turning his attention to my pussy. He left my blouse
gaping open and reached down to lift my skirt up. He stared at my
pussy for a moment. Then he said, "Here, hold this out of my
way."

I raised my hand and grabbed the hem of my skirt and he reached
between my thighs to explore my pussy, which was still very moist
from the previous molestation on the first bus. 

"You like this?" he asked. "You like letting strange men look at
you and touch you?"

I answered that the most honest way that I could, "My body likes
it."

He wasn't sure what to make of that. On the other hand, he really
didn't seem to care. He was having fun. He ordered me to put my
free hand on his cock and caress it. I was so involved in what I
was doing that I didn't pull the cord to get off at my stop. I
had to walk back two blocks to my street. By the time I got home
it was after six and Dave was worried sick.

We were both too upset to eat but I insisted that we at least
have a salad. I didn't want Dave getting weak or sick or
something.

While we ate I told him everything that had happened to me today.
It took a long time. Finally we couldn't avoid it any longer and
we undressed and walked next door. I saw people around, but it
was dark and I don't think anyone noticed us.

Ann already had the bright porch lights on and she left us
standing there for a long time after we rang the bell. I heard
people walk by on the sidewalk while we waited. I knew that they
could see us. All we could do is stand there wait, with our back
to the sidewalk, and hope nobody noticed that we were naked. 

Ann finally came to the door and let us in. She led us back to
the TV room and today it was just the two of them. We gulped down
our drugs and then Roy bent me over the hassock again and while
he fucked slowly into my pussy, which was wet and relaxed from
all of the abuse on the way home, I had to tell them all about
everything that had happened to me today. As I described my day,
Ann undressed and sat back down and put Dave's tongue to work.

They kept asking embarrassing questions, they wouldn't accept a
simple narrative of the events. They wanted details. They wanted
to hear all about my emotions, my reactions, the reactions of
others, every minute detail.

Ann came several times over the half hour or so that it took me
to tell my story. Roy came just before I finished and stayed
buried in my pussy while I talked. He started getting hard again
just before I finished and started fucking me again. 

Ann was finally satisfied and pushed Dave away. Since he had
nothing to do, Roy ordered him to crawl between his legs and lick
his balls while he fucked me. I saw the pain in Dave's face when
he stood up. He complied of course. He had to. Just like me he
had no choice.

They finally let us go home around eight. We sat in the living
room where the DVD of the orgy from Sunday night was playing in a
continuous loop on the TV and tried to console each other. I
didn't think I could go on like this for much longer. Suddenly I
knew what I needed. I grabbed Dave's hand and pulled him to the
bedroom and held him close and said, "I need to be made love to.
I am tired of being fucked."

There wasn't a lot of preparation needed. We had been naked for
hours and my pussy was certainly well lubricated. I stretched out
on the bed and Dave licked his way up from my ankles. I tried to
stop him, but he smiled wanly and said, "It really doesn't matter
much anymore Donna. All that matters is us and that we stay
together and find some way to get out of this eventually."

He returned to licking his way up my cum drenched thighs and
licked me clean. Then he concentrated on my pussy and I started
cumming quickly. I spent so much time lately being aroused and
stimulated, mostly by total strangers, that I seemed to cum much
quicker than I did before this all started.

I had a couple of very nice orgasms before I reached down and
pulled Dave up on top of me. We kissed and made love passionately
for a long time. When he could finally take no more Dave
collapsed beside me and I didn't hesitate to lean down and take
him into my mouth and clean him.

We both stank of cum, but we were exhausted, too tired to shower.
We fell asleep in each other's arms and I don't think we moved
until the alarm went off the next morning.

We showered and I looked for an outfit for today. I didn't have
anymore see-through tops, so I pulled out a sundress that had a
tank style top which made it necessary for me to wear a vest with
it. If I didn't it would billow out exposing my breasts. It was
very thin and very short, I hoped it would do. I didn't have
anything else that I thought would be acceptable. I would have to
do laundry tonight when I got home.

I kissed Dave goodbye and straightened out the kitchen and got
ready to leave. I went outside and locked the front door and went
to my car. I held my breath with every step, terrified that I
would be ordered to take the bus again. 

Ann didn't come out to stop me and I made it to my car and drove
off and was able to get to work a little early today. 

I went to my desk and put my purse away and got right to work. I
finished the first document of the day and got that little tone
that indicated I had email. Except for interoffice emails about
rules and regulations I never get email. I opened the email and
saw a huge picture of me, sucking the janitor's big, black cock
last night. I looked around quickly to make sure nobody else was
nearby and then I scrolled down to see if there was any text. 

I scrolled through two more pictures. In the last one I had his
cum on my lips and was in the process of licking it off. At last
I came to the bottom of the email and the text. I was ordered to
report to conference room one at ten o'clock. 

I had just closed the email when Mr. Jefferson appeared at my
cubicle. He motioned for me to stand up and he inspected my
outfit. He frowned, and then he reached out and took my vest off
of me. He indicated I should turn around.

I turned slowly, aware that the sides of my breasts were exposed
almost to my nipples. When I was facing him again he handed my
vest back and ordered me not to put it on again. Then he lifted
up my skirt and looked at my pussy and smiled. "Beautiful!" he
exclaimed. "I have never loved my job as much as I do right
now."

"What a coincidence," I thought, "I have never hated my job as
much as I do right now."

Mr. Jefferson left me alone and I went back to work. I threw
myself into it and almost forgot about my ten o'clock appointment
in the conference room. I glanced at my watch and saw that I had
two minutes to get there. It was at the other end of the building
but luckily it was on the same floor and I made it at exactly
ten. I knocked and was told to enter. 

I pushed the door open and saw Mr. Jefferson, Mr. Taylor and two
young guys from the mail room. 

Mr. Taylor ordered me to lock the door and explained. "I believe
you have met Jimmy and Dan, haven't you Donna?"

I nodded dejectedly.

"The reason I have invited you here is that the pictures I took
yesterday didn't come out very well. So I wanted to get some good
ones with a real camera. I thought they might be more interesting
if you were posing with someone and I thought right away of my
hardworking crew from the mail room. They really deserve a raise,
but since I can't give them one I figured I would let them fuck
you today, and any other time they feel like it, as long as their
work gets done of course. So today you are going to pose with
them and let them have their way with you. From now on if they
have some free time they can call you to their mail room and you
can relieve the stress of their job here."

He turned to Jimmy and Dan, both looked like young boys. They
were probably high school drop outs that were getting paid
minimum wage or less. I doubt if either one is eighteen yet. He
said, "Boys, she is all yours, take your time and have fun. Just
don't tear the dress. She needs to be able to work the rest of
the day."

The two boys headed for me as Mr. Taylor and Mr. Jefferson
started taking pictures. Suddenly the boys didn't look so young.
They had excited, predatory looks on their faces now. When they
reached me they started grabbing and pulling, stripping my dress
off quickly and then attacking my flesh. I don't know if they
were instructed to do it or not, but they were being very rough
and seemed to be hurting me on purpose. I was soon crying in pain
and humiliation as they tortured my breasts, pulling on my
nipples, pinching my breast flesh, one of them seemed to be
trying to lift me off of my feet by my nipples!

They took turns undressing, one of them hurting me while the
other took his clothes off. Once they were naked and ready they
pushed me down onto the conference table on my back. One of them
bent down and started biting my tits, hard. Biting and pulling
and making me cry out in pain. 

The other lifted my legs up and started eating my pussy. He ate
me for a moment, and then he worked his tongue down to my asshole
and started licking me there. He pushed his tongue inside me and
then he pulled his head back and spit on my hole. After a few
minutes he straightened up and pulled me down to the edge of the
table and started forcing his cock into my ass. 

It hurt, a lot. Spit is not lube and I was not in the least
prepared to be fucked in the ass. At least I wasn't a virgin
there anymore and I was getting used to being hurt by men. Soon
he was fucking into my ass brutally while his friend continued to
torture my breasts. 

All the while I was constantly aware of the cameras coming in for
close-ups of my face and my tits and my pussy. It was horrible.
The kid raping my ass was not gentle, but he took his time and
the other one got tired of torturing my tits and pulled my head
towards the edge of the table. When I was where he wanted me he
turned my head and started fucking my mouth. He was rough, but he
was not that large, so I was able to handle it. 

He wasn't satisfied with just raping my face. Every few strokes
he would pull out and spit in my face, then rub the spit around
with his cock before fucking my mouth for a few more strokes. I
suppose he became bored with that because soon he was spitting
into my mouth. At one point he was dangling a long stream of spit
into my mouth while the two supervisors got some horrible
close-ups. 

The first boy finally came in my ass and they quickly changed
positions. I sucked the first one clean while the other young
pervert drove his cock into my ass. Fortunately I had brought him
close with my mouth and he came very quickly. As he started to
cum he reached up and started slapping my tits, hard. I screamed
in pain, but I had a big soft cock in my mouth and the sound was
muffled. 

I was made to clean the second cock and then the boys were told
to leave. I was curled up in a ball on the table sobbing, nearly
hysterical. I would get no pity from the two remaining men. I
didn't expect any. I heard the sound of belts coming loose and
Mr. Taylor moved into position at the end of the table. I started
to straighten out but he told me to stay curled up in a ball. He
slid me closer to the edge and then he lifted one of my legs
until he could access my pussy. He forced his cock into me and
then he dropped my leg.

He told Mr. Jefferson to use his camera and get some good
pictures of him raping me. They tried to make me smile for the
camera, but it wasn't much more than a grimace through my tears.
I suspect that would be more exciting for them anyway. They were
obviously turned on from watching those cruel boys that they had
given me to.

Mr. Taylor finally came in my pussy and after I sucked him clean
he stood back and straightened out his clothing. Then he picked
up Mr. Jefferson's camera and started taking souvenir pictures
for him. I just lay on the table, still curled up in a ball and
waited for it to end.

I lost track of time but it couldn't have been long before Mr.
Jefferson was filling my pussy with cum. He came around for a
cleaning and then they turned me onto my back and both of them
took pictures as I ate the cum from my ass and pussy for several
minutes. They finally let me get back to work. It was almost
lunch time and they informed me that because I had wasted so much
time this morning I was going to have to work through my lunch
period.

That was fine with me. I didn't want any free time to think about
what was happening to me. I went to the restroom and cleaned up
as much as I could. Then I worked through the day, praying that
the phone wouldn't ring. I was worn out.

I didn't see any of them when I left the building at four. I
rushed to my car, appreciating it like I never had before. Just
one day on the bus was all it took to make me love this old car.

I drove home and got there at the normal time. I took a quick
shower and started to get dressed when the phone rang. It was
Dave. He had to work late. He wouldn't be home until eight or
nine. We talked for a few minutes and told each other how much in
love we were. Then I called Ann. I explained that Dave had to
work late and asked what she wanted me to do. 

She told me to hang on and in a few minutes she came back to the
phone and told me to come on over. 

The idea of going over there alone was even more terrifying than
going with Dave, though I found myself thinking that it was
better if he wasn't there. I hated seeing what they made him do.
It was much worse than the things that they made me do.

I was already naked so I went out the door and locked up. I
walked next door. It was still light out and I saw a couple of
teenage boys walking down the sidewalk towards me come to a stop
and stare in amazement.

I rang the bell and as usual Ann made me wait for a long time. As
I was waiting the boys walked a little closer. When they were
right out front they stopped to stare. Ann finally opened the
door. Instead of inviting me in, she ordered me to turn around
and waive to the boys. 

I sighed deeply, then took a deep breath and turned around
slowly. I waived at the two teenagers and they stared for a long
time before waiving back. Ann called to them from the doorway and
invited them over. They looked like they were afraid that it was
some kind of trap, but the chance to get close to a naked woman
proved to be irresistible. They made their way slowly up the
driveway and stood just off the porch, staring at me.

Ann asked them if they knew of any young men that would like to
make a little money mowing lawns. They looked at each other and
one of them said, "Yes ma'am, we could use some extra money."

Ann smiled at their enthusiasm and said, "This is my next door
neighbor, Donna. Donna needs someone to come to her house on
Saturdays and mow her grass. I think you will find it is a fun
place to work because she always dresses like this at home. If
you like you can even get a little sex education while you are
there. She told me she thinks teenage boys are very exciting.
Isn't that right Donna?"

I looked at these two boys. They were younger than the kids on
the bus had been, probably only fourteen or fifteen. I paled at
the thought of it, but I could only say, "Yes ma'am."

One of the boys looked at Ann and said, "This is a joke, right?
This is a trick to get us in some kind of trouble?"

Ann swore that she was telling the truth, she even had the
skeptical one step closer and put his finger inside of me. 

If it hadn't been so horrible it would have been amusing. He
slowly stretched out a finger, as though he were about to stick
his finger in a fire. I spread my legs a little and he touched my
slit and his finger slid right in. We stood like that for the
longest time and then suddenly the boy's friend pulled him out of
the way and said, "Let me try that!"

The second boy explored my pussy with his finger for a moment and
then Ann said, "OK boys, you can play all you want on Saturday.
We have to go in now because my husband is waiting to fuck Donna.
See you Saturday!"

The boys sped away, talking quietly between themselves. I looked
up to see Roy in the window with a movie camera. Shit! What he
already had was bad enough. That little movie could put me in
jail. I suppose that it didn't really matter in the grand scheme
of things. This wasn't about blackmail. This was about
humiliation and abuse. They already owned us. 

Still, I wasn't looking forward to two more people with
permission to come to my house and do anything they wanted to me.
Already my work, the job I had planned on quitting because it was
so bad, had become truly unbearable. I knew that I couldn't tell
Ann and Roy how miserable I was. Not only would hearing it please
them, they would just find some way to make it worse.

I followed Ann inside and we went into their backyard. They had a
nice pool too. It was bigger and fancier than ours. It even had a
waterfall at one end. There was a hot tub too.

I looked around fearfully as I stepped outside. Wondering how
many people would be raping me tonight. I was relieved when I
didn't see anyone else. Imaging that, I was relieved that I would
only be raped by one cruel man tonight.

I was given my shot glass of bitter drugs which I gulped down
quickly. Then I waited while Roy and Ann undressed. I was led out
to a chair in the middle of a small tarp in the grass. After Ann
sat down I was ordered to tell them all about my day at work.
There weren't as many questions this time. I knew what they
wanted to hear. When I had told them all about my day, with Roy
slowly fucking my pussy as I talked, Ann spread her legs and I
was ordered to eat her pussy. While I was doing that, Roy
continued his nice, long, slow fuck. 

Ann came twice before Roy came in my pussy. After he came he
stayed inside of me and I continued to eat out Ann until she had
enough. Then she stood up and moved the chair away and went over
to the table and picked up their digital movie camera again. 

She came over and stood in front of me and ordered me to look at
her, and to keep looking at her no matter what. I didn't know
what was going on, but I knew they had something on their minds.
I was nervous because nothing that amused these two was ever
pleasant for me.

I didn't know what was happening at first. I felt something, and
it was probably a good thirty seconds before I realized that Roy
was peeing in my pussy. I screamed and tried to pull away but he
slapped me and ordered me not to move. 

Ann continued to film my face as the piss filled my pussy and ran
down my legs, pooling on the tarp beneath me.

Long after he finally finished and pulled out of me, I continued
to kneel in that acrid smelling pool of urine, crying
hysterically. He stood up and moved around and stared down at me
for a minute and then, while Ann moved around for a good
close-up, Roy moved forward and ordered me to lick his cock and
his balls and his legs clean.

I couldn't see what I was doing. My eyes were full of tears as I
struggled to obey. Ann finally shut the camera off and then she
moved over and whispered in my ear, "Next time it will be in your
fucking mouth, you stupid cunt!" 

They ordered me to lie down on the piss covered tarp. It was
already cool. It smelled terrible, and it was a constant reminder
of what had just happened. They ignored me and sat around on the
patio and sipped a drink until Dave finally showed up. 

He looked at me, worried by my abject appearance. He quickly
drank the shot of medicine that had been waiting for him. Then he
was ordered to go over to me and piss all over me. They said that
once he had done that we could go home.

Dave looked at me. I saw the anguish on his face. We both knew
that he couldn't disobey an order, no matter how much he wanted
to. Because of that awful drug we were physically unable to
refuse to do any hideous thing that amused them. He stood there
for a moment and Ann came closer with the camera.

I saw a small amount of pee dribble out of the end of his cock.
Soon it was a stream and it was playing up and down my body. Ann
told him to make sure he got my face and I closed my eyes and
held my breath and waited for it to end.

The stream quickly tapered off and ended. Ann made me stand up in
the middle of the tarp and then she ordered Dave to step closer
and give me a big hug and a kiss. Then she put the camera away
and ordered us to carefully pick the tarp up and take it to our
house and clean it and bring it back tomorrow.

We gathered up the corners carefully and Dave gathered in the
edges and carried the tarp back to our house. He carried it into
the shower and drained it there. Then we rinsed it off and hung
it over the shower curtain in the guest bathroom.

I had been instructed to tell Dave all about my day after we got
home. We took a long, hot shower and then we went to bed and he
held me while I told him everything that had happened. I had
finally figured out that they had our house wired, if not for
video, then certainly for sound. I fully intended to follow every
order. It took another half hour to tell Dave all about my day,
including the fact that we now had two teenagers coming on
Saturday to do our yard work, as well as anything else they
wanted to do.

I held Dave's cock in my hand while I told him my tale of today's
woe. As I talked I took note of his cock going up and down as the
story progressed. I realized that some of the things that
happened to me excited him. That was kind of a relief in a weird
way, because I was feeling upset when they turned me on. Now I
knew that it wasn't just me. 

When I finished my tale I moved down and gave him a loving
blowjob. One of the special ones I had been so well trained in
over the last four days. 

"My god," I thought. "It has only been four days!"

The next day we got up at the normal time and had our usual
weekday breakfast of Bran Checks. Dave left for work at his
normal time and I suddenly remembered that I had not done laundry
last night. I panicked as I tore through my closet looking for
something sexy to wear. I was desperate so I grabbed my favorite
little black dress and got my sewing kit out and as quickly as
possible I hemmed it up, making a mini skirt out of it. I quickly
tried it on and it was immediately obvious that I should have
measured more carefully. It was dangerously short. I stood up on
a stool in front of the mirror and it appeared that as long as I
didn't move, my pussy was covered. I looked at the clock. I had
no choice. I had to leave. I didn't dare to be late.

I grabbed my purse and rushed out side, only to run right into
Ann. She was smiling sweetly and said, "It is such a nice day, I
thought you would enjoy another bus ride today."

I looked at her aghast. I wanted desperately to plead for reason.
I knew better though. I had already learned that the more we
hated something the more it amused her and her husband. 

As I walked away she said, "It's a little breezy today, but don't
let that worry you. You are not, under any circumstances, to
adjust your skirt or attempt to restrain it in a breeze. Have a
nice day sweetheart."

I was frozen to the spot for a second as I digested her latest
command. She said, "You better hurry you stupid bitch. You will
be standing out there in the breeze for quite a while if you miss
your bus."

I came to my senses, such as they were, and rushed up to the end
of the street. I managed to get there just as the bus was pulling
up. I was lined up behind two men to get on, but the man directly
in front of me became aware of me. Being a gentleman, and seeing
a lady in a short skirt, he stood back and allowed me to go
first. 

There was no question in my mind that he could see my ass as I
moved up the steps of the bus. I paid the driver and got my
transfer and made my way to an empty seat. I thought I would be
smart this time and sit on the aisle so nobody could sit beside
me. It didn't work. The man I had just flashed was not to be so
easily denied. He stood beside me and asked me to slide over. So
of course I had to.

I slid over, exposing my pussy in the process. Because of Ann's
last instructions as I left the house I was unable to pull my
dress down over my exposed slit. The man, an older man, perhaps
in his early fifties, stared open mouthed at my exposed pussy for
several moments before he smiled, accepting the obvious
invitation and placed his hand high on my thigh. 

As his hand moved up my thigh the bus stopped and another couple
of men and a woman got on. They paid their fares and started down
toward the empty seats behind us. As the last man to get on at
the stop was walking past us, he looked down and saw my pussy and
came to a sudden stop. 

He stood and stared as the man beside me rubbed my pussy and
inserted a finger inside of me. He was enjoying my obvious
discomfort, but confused that I would allow these liberties when
I so obviously didn't desire this unwanted attention.

He didn't question his good luck though. He molested me, with an
appreciative audience, all the way to my stop. I got off at the
transfer point again and both men followed me off.

I stood there, with my tiny skirt blowing up in the wind and
exposing my ass and my pussy to anyone who cared to look. More
than a few people were caring to look.

My bus finally arrived and I was again forced to stand because
all of the seats were full. I thought that might be an advantage,
I was safe from the guys from the first bus. I had forgotten
about the people seated. 

I was standing beside a seat with two young men in their early
twenties staring at my legs. The man who had played with my pussy
on the first bus squeezed in behind me and started slowly easing
my dress up. As he lifted my skirt he turned me so that I was
facing him and my butt was right in the face of the guy sitting
on the aisle. When my ass was totally exposed he reached down and
squeezed a cheek. With his foot he forced my legs farther apart.

I couldn't bring myself to look at the young men sitting behind
me. I didn't have to look. I knew that I had their full
attention. I could tell the difference in their styles as they
explored my ass and my pussy, taking turns and getting rougher
and rougher. But the worst thing about it was when I heard the
two women in the seat behind the men talking quietly but
urgently. I knew that they were watching what was happening to
me. Well, no, that wasn't the worst thing. The worst thing was
when I bit my lips to keep from crying out when I had my orgasm.

We finally got to my stop and thanks to the press of bodies
getting out at my stop no one saw how exposed I was before my
dress finally worked its way down over my hips again.

I ran to my office, ignoring my wildly swinging skirt, and was
exactly one minute early. I was so relieved I almost cried. Or I
was so upset from the bus ride that I almost cried. I am not sure
which.

Apparently management was busy today. Mr. Jefferson stood in the
door to my cubicle around ten AM and made me pull his cock out
and suck him off right there. He must have been distracted, being
sucked off with all of those women walking by behind him, because
it took me a very long time to get him to cum in my mouth.

After that I was left alone until three that afternoon when I got
a call from one of the mail clerks ordering me to come to mail
room. I stood up and looked around. Mr. Jefferson wasn't in his
office. There was nobody to tell where I was going. I left a
post-it in the middle of my monitor, in case anyone came looking
for me, telling them I had to go to the mail room.

I took the elevator down to the basement, which seemed like an
appropriate place to keep these two animals. I went to the mail
room and knocked on the door. There was big sign on the door
which said "Authorized Mail Room Employees Only beyond This
Point!"

One of them opened the door, I didn't know which one was Jimmy
and which one was Dan, but it didn't matter.

The kid jerked me inside and locked the door behind me. Then they
leaned back and ordered me to undress. There was not much to
that, I shucked my little black dress off, my ruined little black
dress. I tossed it onto a nearby desk and stood waiting for the
abuse to begin.

They both pulled out digital cameras and started ordering me into
obscene poses. 

"Jesus Christ!" I thought. "Everybody and his god damned brother
is going to have pictures of me in the nude!"

I assumed all of the poses that their stunted little minds could
envision and then the fun started. The one who had been so rough
on my tits yesterday picked up his underwear from the floor and
stuffed them in my mouth. As his buddy continued to take pictures
he held my hands together behind my back and secured them with a
belt. When I was helpless he pushed me down onto my back on top
of my arms. It hurt like hell. All of my weight was on my arms
and the belt buckle was pressing into my back. I yelled into the
gag but they just smiled. 

As it turns out I didn't know what hurt was. The little bastard
held me down on my back and picked up an eighteen inch ruler and
started beating my tits with it. I was screaming and fighting to
escape but he continued to hold me down and beat my breasts until
they were bright red and covered in welts. 

I think I finally passed out, because when I next was aware of
what was happening to me the little bastard was slapping my face
and fucking my pussy with all of his might. The foreplay must
have really done it for him. Either that or I had been out for
quite a while. Because not long after I regained consciousness he
started cumming in me, still slapping my face until he was done.
He jerked me off of the desk and pushed me to the floor and made
me suck him clean. Then he took his belt back and gave me to his
friend. 

His friend wasn't as brutal, thankfully. Not at first anyway. He
put me back down on the desk, face up, and lifted my legs up,
exposing my ass. He fucked my pussy for a minute, and then he
pulled out and forced himself into my ass. His dick was not that
large though and my tits hurt so bad that I was really
distracted. I hardly noticed him down there. He came quickly and
after I cleaned him up they returned my dress and allowed me to
go back to work. 

It was 3:30 when I got back to my desk. I had only been gone for
half an hour. It had seemed to take a lot longer than that. I sat
at my desk for a minute, catching my breath, and then I went back
to work. 

I was getting ready to leave at four when Mr. Jefferson stopped
by. He asked me what had happened in the mail room and when I
told him he pulled my dress away from my breasts and took a look.
I expected a little pity. I certainly am a stupid cunt. He
grinned and took my breasts in both hands and squeezed until I
fell to my knees. 

I was fighting not to scream and draw attention to myself, just
exactly the wrong thing to do. He looked down at me and shook his
head in disgust and said, "Go home you stupid cunt."

I grabbed my purse and made my way to the bus stop again. I stood
there in the crowd, looking up only to see if an approaching bus
was the one I was waiting for. At first the crowd sheltered me
from the breeze, which was worse in the city streets than it was
out in the suburbs. As people got onto busses and the crowd
thinned out I found myself less protected and more exposed to my
admiring public. 

A man came over and stood beside me and whispered, "Hello cunt."

I didn't see his face, but I recognized his shoes. He was the
same man that had made my morning ride so unpleasant. Well,
except for that orgasm at the end.

I whispered "Hello," back at him and stood waiting for the abuse
to begin again. My only hope was that he would wait until I was
on the bus so that the entire city wouldn't be witness to my
degradation.

He didn't wait, but he was more discreet as he rubbed my ass
through my dress while waiting for the bus. I knew that the
people behind me were witnessing his lewd caresses, but I was
unable to do anything to defend myself.

My bus finally arrived and I got on, fully aware of the show that
the people behind me were getting as I climbed the stairs. The
bus was crowded, as usual, and I grabbed onto a grab bar and held
on. 

My tormentor wasn't satisfied with standing near me and reaching
under my dress. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to the rear of
the bus. He squeezed in to the very back seat beside three men
who, at first, totally ignored him. They took quick notice,
however, when he pulled me down onto his lap, exposing my pussy
to all four of them. 

He was content to hold me like that for a few minutes, sharing
the view of my pussy with his seatmates. But he wasn't content
for long. I felt him slowly lowering the zipper in the back of my
dress. I bit my lip and shook my head, silently begging him to
stop. 

One of the men beside me coughed and startled me and I looked up
to see them staring at me in disbelief. One of them, the closest,
reached up and placed his hand on my thigh. When there was no
resistance he slid it quickly up to my pussy and played with it
while he stared at the neckline of my dress as the man slowly
lowered it, a little at a time, until my breasts, which were
still blazing red and covered in welts, were totally exposed. 

All four men stared in shock at my damaged flesh. Then the man I
was sitting on covered me back up and zipped my dress up just as
we arrived at our stop.

We forced our way through the crowd and stood waiting for the
next bus. There weren't many people around and he pulled me away
from them and I was waiting for the torment to continue. Instead
he asked me what had happened. He was all for some fun and games,
apparently, but not real torture and abuse. I would have loved to
tell him. But if I did, that might be asking for help, so I
couldn't. My mind, under the influence of that horrible drug,
wouldn't let me.

I looked at him with tears flowing and said, "I am sorry. I wish
I could tell you. I can't. Even though I want to, I cannot."

He was obviously of the opinion that I was just too afraid to
talk to him. I could only leave it at that. Our bus came and we
rode to my stop. I got off and rushed home. I knew that he was
following me. All I could do was hope that some good would come
of it. Maybe he would call the cops and they would save us from
our neighbors.

I rushed into my bedroom and undressed. I took a quick shower and
did a load of laundry. I would have to shop for more revealing
outfits as soon as possible. I didn't have a lot of time to wash
the same two outfits over and over.

Once the laundry was going I started supper and, thankfully, Dave
came home on time. He gasped when he saw my red, abused breasts.
Before he could comment I put my finger to his lips and we
avoided the subject. We ate quietly, dreading our after dinner
trip next door.

When we had eaten I cleaned up the kitchen and Dave brought out
the tarp from last night and we folded it up in the living room.


I was already naked, he undressed quickly and we looked outside.
Not seeing anyone we walked, as quickly as we could without
looking like we were hurrying, to the neighbor's house and rang
the bell. After the usual wait we were allowed to enter.

We were handed our drug and gulped it down. One more to go and it
was permanent. We weren't alone tonight. There were a half a
dozen men. I didn't recognize them, but that didn't mean
anything. More than eighty men fucked me on Sunday and I wouldn't
recognize any of them.

We were ordered to kneel on opposite sides of the coffee table in
the living room and lean down over it. When we did our heads were
together, our eyes meeting, sharing the pain of our torment, our
humiliation, our degradation. 

We were ordered not to move and then two of the men greased up
our asses and they all started taking turns fucking our asses.
While they fucked us I was ordered to recite, in as much detail
as I could remember, the events of the day. They were especially
anxious to find out about my breasts. 

I started with my panic this morning when I realized I had
nothing appropriate to wear. I described my rush to prepare an
outfit and my poor judgment in sewing up a hem. I had made it an
inch too short. I told them about Ann suggesting that it would be
a nice day to take the bus. I described the events involving the
man that had followed me onto the bus. 

I told them all about the second bus in the morning. I described
being exposed to the two young men and forced to permit them to
grope me for the entire ride. I tried to leave out the orgasm at
the end of my morning bus ride, but I found myself unable to skip
over it. It came pouring out of my mouth and they all laughed at
my obvious discomfort.

I told them about my work day, going into extra detail about the
events in the mail room. Then I went into more detail about the
bus ride home. Even the dilemma when asked about my condition. 

By the time I finished my monologue both my husband and I had
been fucked in the ass by three men. They rested briefly and
watched the movie Ann had made last night. They kept rewinding
and watching the part where Roy pissed in me and then made Dave
piss on me. They watched that several times before the men were
ready to switch sides and the three that had fucked me now lined
up behind my husband while I was fucked by the three that had
fucked him. It took longer this time of course, much longer. 

After the six were done with us Roy put us side my side over the
table and then started fucking us. He would fuck me three or four
strokes at a time, then switch to Dave. He moved back and forth
between us several times, comparing asses. 

Then he had a better idea. He pulled the hassock over and put us
over that, but facing in opposite directions. Then he would fuck
one of us in the ass for a minute and then move to the other
one's mouth. Then he would go around to the other side of the
hassock and do the same thing all over again. He commented to his
friends, who were still watching, that his would be great if we
were on a wheel, a huge lazy Susan,  and could be spun around so
that he didn't have to get up every time. He finally came in my
ass and made Dave suck him clean. Then I was made to suck Dave's
ass clean and he did the same to me. 

Ann didn't get hers until the six men left. She liked to watch,
and she liked to play, but she was apparently not comfortable
with being naked with all of their kinky friends. That was
surprising considering the way she acted that first night. I
guess we just don't count.

After the six men left Ann undressed and Dave ate her out while I
licked and sucked on her tits.

After Ann had reached several orgasms we were finally allowed to
go home.

As we walked slowly across the yard I whispered to Dave that they
could hear us when we talked in our house, and I was almost
positive that they could see us as well. I was sure that Ann made
me take the bus this morning because she saw how short my dress
was.

Dave nodded, obviously not surprised.

We went into our house and I screamed when I saw someone sitting
in the dark in our living room. Dave turned on the light and I
saw that it was Mr. Taylor.

"What are you doing here?" I screamed. "You scared the fuck out
of me!"

He smiled calmly and said, "Shut up cunt. I missed you at work
today. I had to go out of town to a meeting. I figured I would
stop by on the way home for a piece of your sweet young ass.

He was talking to me, but he was watching Dave. He saw that Dave,
as he had suspected, was unable to oppose anything he wanted to
do to me. He stood up and ordered me to help him undress. 

I sighed in surrender and moved over to where he was standing and
started undressing him. He had been drinking, he reeked of
alcohol. 

When he was naked he told my husband to grab his clothes and he
ordered me to lead him to our bedroom.

He stretched out on my bed and ordered me to suck his cock for a
few minutes. He seemed to get a great deal of pleasure from doing
it in front of my husband and from knowing that we were unwilling
participants. 

I sucked him like I always suck cock now, with a lot of
enthusiasm. After a few minutes he pushed my mouth away and
pulled me onto the bed. He got on top of me and ordered Dave to
guide his cock into my cunt. Then he started fucking me, fast and
hard.

It didn't last long though. He came, shooting one more
meaningless load of slime into my desecrated body. When he was
finished he collapsed on top of me for a minute, letting his cock
go soft in me.

Finally he pulled out and ordered Dave to suck his cock clean. He
watched Dave take his slimy cock into his mouth with obvious
amusement. Then he stood up and began to dress. While he was
dressing he asked me what happened to my tits and I told him. 

He laughed and said, "Damn, those kids have more imagination than
I thought they did! They may have a future with the company after
all."

I followed him to the door and locked it after he left. Then I
remembered my clothes and took them out of the washer and put
them in the dryer. I dried them for fifteen minutes and took
another quick shower. When the dryer stopped I hung up my two
outfits and went to bed.

Dave was lying on his back staring at the ceiling. The look on
his face scared the hell out of me. I turned out the light and
cuddled up to him. I whispered in his ear, "Baby, you have to
hang in there. I couldn't take this if you weren't there."

He whispered, "I know Donna. I know." He sounded so hopeless, so
far away. It really scared me.

The next morning was Friday. I was looking forward to the week
being over. I dressed in a black miniskirt and a see-through
blouse and was allowed to take my car to work. 

I had just sat down and turned on my computer when my phone rang.
I was summoned to Mr. Jefferson's office. I went in and he
ordered me to close the door. I closed the door and he ordered me
to kneel in front of him and open my blouse. The blinds were
still open and there were a lot of people just coming in. There
were a lot of people moving around out there. 

I knelt as ordered and unbuttoned my blouse. He examined my still
red and sore breasts for a moment and then he sat back and
ordered me to suck him off. While I sucked him he informed me
that he had talked to the mail boys and told them to knock off
the rough stuff. No more pain. 

I was grateful and I guess he could tell. He smiled down at me
and then he tilted his head back and soon my mouth was flooded
with cum. I swallowed it all easily. There had been so much cum
in my mouth from so many men over the last seven days that I
could hardly remember when I wouldn't let a man cum in my mouth,
or why.

I buttoned my blouse and tucked it back in and returned to my
cubicle. At lunch time I was called to the mail room and I had to
suck both of them off, in the nude of course. But they didn't
hurt me and it was all over quickly.

I returned to my desk and was left alone until quitting time.
Just as I was about to leave, Mr. Taylor called me to his office.
He just stared at me for a few minutes and then the door opened
and the janitor came in. 

"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Taylor," he said. "There was a spill in the
lobby I had to take care of."

Mr. Taylor smiled at him and told him not to worry about it. Then
I was ordered to undress. Mr. Taylor sat back and smiled as I got
undressed. The janitor was undressing as he watched me. 

When we were both naked the janitor pushed me to my knees and I
took his smelly cock into my mouth and down my throat. He
immediately took control. He grabbed my head and started fucking
into my mouth violently. I just relaxed as much as I could and
let it happen. It didn't even bother me when I saw Mr. Taylor
squatting down beside us with his camera taking picture after
picture.

He pulled out as his cock began erupting in my mouth and sprayed
my face. Then Mr. Taylor took a dozen shots of me scooping the
cum into my mouth and swallowing it.

I was pulled to my feet by my hair and bent over the desk and the
janitor took pictures for Mr. Taylor while he fucked my pussy. I
was actually grateful since I figured that if he got off here he
wouldn't be getting drunk and coming to my house at night. At
least I hoped he wouldn't.

I just waited for it to be over. Then I dropped to my knees and
cleaned his cock and after I smiled for the camera I was allowed
to dress and go home.

I made my way to my car and drove home in a trance, as usual. I
parked in my driveway and just sat in my car and was so very
thankful this terrible week was finally over. I tried not to
think of the horrible life that stretched out ahead of us. After
a few minutes I gathered up my things and went in to the house.

There was a different feeling to my house now. It wasn't just
that we were so vulnerable now. It wasn't that we were now being
tormented by our neighbors. As bad as all of that was, it was
made worse by the knowledge that our house was bugged. We never
had any privacy anywhere now. It was just another form of rape.

I took a quick shower. It seems like every time I get home lately
I am covered with cum and need a shower. I dried off and made
myself a drink and sat down in the living room and stared at the
TV. It was still on. It was always on with the DVD of that
horrible gang bang from Sunday running in a loop. I was becoming
inured to the horror of this scene after seeing it so often. It
was almost like it wasn't me that was at the center of that huge
collection of rampant cocks and spewing cum.

I finished my drink and got to my feet. I started supper and when
Dave got home he undressed and we ate out by the pool, trying to
pretend that we had a life, our old life, the life that we had
dreamt about when we bought this house just a week ago.

We cleaned up the supper dishes and then went next door. We
always hoped that no one was around when we walked, naked, to our
neighbor's house. It only worked out that way about half the
time. This wasn't one of those times. 

We stepped out of our door and I waited with Dave while he locked
the door. We had learned our lesson last night. We would never
leave the door unlocked again. I glanced around nervously and I
saw a young couple walking down the sidewalk. We waited on our
front porch for them to go by. As soon as they had gone past we
hurried next door.

We went through the same humiliating process of knocking and then
waiting until Ann was damned good and ready. She eventually came
to the door and allowed us to enter and handed us the final dose
of the drug that had enslaved us. I was crying as I forced myself
to swallow it. I gulped down the bitter drink and handed the
glass back and it was over. We could never regain our free will,
our ability to say no, again. Not without the antidote.

As soon as we swallowed our drug Roy sent us home. I hadn't even
noticed how dressed up they were. They were going out for the
evening and wouldn't require our services.

We hurried home and sat around the pool, still naked, and drank a
few beers. Every time I started to speak I found that I paused to
question if I was about to say something that I didn't want Roy
and Ann to hear. It became quite tiresome. After a while we
slipped into the pool and floated around together, just being
close and trying not to thing about the future.

We went to bed early. We couldn't stand to sit around the living
room with that DVD playing. We read for a little while and then
went to sleep. For some strange reason I was feeling playful in
the morning and I woke Dave up with a nice slow blowjob. I had
never done that before and he got a kick out of it. I find that I
get a lot more pleasure out of sucking cocks when it is
voluntary.

I started to dress before going out and making breakfast. Dave
reminded me that I was to be naked for the kids coming to mow the
lawn. Damn! I had almost forgotten about that.

I dropped my shorts and went out and started coffee. Dave came
out and made a couple of his world famous cheese omelets. We ate
out back and then relaxed and sipped coffee for a while. 

At a little after nine I heard the doorbell ring and I went to
answer it. Dave had pushed the lawnmower into the driveway and
filled it with gas. I told the kids to go ahead and do the front
and the side yards. I would be sitting around the pool when they
did the back.

They stared at my naked body for a moment, then one of them
asked, "Then you are going to give us a sex education, right?"

I nodded and they went to work. I cleaned up the kitchen and did
the dishes. When I was done I went into the back yard and sat on
the patio. Dave was staying out of the way. I heard him doing
something in the basement.

The boys came through the gate and made quick work of the back
yard. Because of the large pool and deck there isn't much grass
back here. While one of the boys mowed the other came over and
asked me what was going to happen. 

"What would you like to happen?" I asked.

He was obviously a virgin, and obviously embarrassed. I suggested
that he get undressed and take a quick shower under the outside
shower and he turned away from me and stripped off his clothes
and took a quick shower. I stood up and reached down and pulled
his hand away from where it was covering his genitals and I
pulled him gently to the grass that was already cut. I grabbed a
cushion and had him lay down and then I bent down and took his
small but very hard cock into my mouth. 

It was almost funny. He tensed up and moaned and came almost
instantly. I swallowed his small load and while he recovered I
asked him how old he was. 

"I'll be fourteen next month," he said. 

Jesus H. Christ! I just sucked off a thirteen year old boy. A
little kid!

I shook my head and then took him back into my mouth and sucked
him hard again. Then I looked up and asked him if he wanted to
fuck me. 

I realized all of a sudden that the mower had stopped and the
other boy was watching avidly. I pointed out the shower to him
and then got on my back and helped the first boy put his little
dick in me. I know it is so very wrong to be having sex with a
boy that young. I really had no choice though, and I have to tell
you, his innocence and the look on his face, the look of pure
ecstasy, I really enjoyed that. He hardly moved at all before he
came again and I held him close and asked him how he liked it.

He smiled up at me and said that it was the greatest feeling that
he ever had. Then he wanted to know if he could do it again. I
told him I needed to take care of his friend first and he got up
and moved to the side and watched closely as I pulled his friend
over and sucked him to a quick orgasm. His penis seemed larger
and more mature, but he was obviously way too young for what we
were doing. After I swallowed his cum I asked him if he was
thirteen too. He said no, he was fifteen. The other boy was his
younger brother.

I traded places with the older boy and he fucked me, and then the
two of them took turns and each fucked me twice more before they
had to go. I was all sweaty and covered in cum so I headed for
the shower when I had a sudden thought and called the boys back
just as they were leaving the yard. 

I made them both take another quick shower, explaining that they
didn't want to go home smelling like sex or we would all be in
trouble.

After they were gone I went inside and went down to the basement
to see what Dave was doing. He had cleared out a corner and
cleaned it up and checked carefully for listening devices and
cameras. Then he had set up a couple of lounge chairs and a lamp
and we could relax and hopefully not have to worry about what we
said.

The phone rang in the middle of the afternoon and Ann asked us
what we were doing. I told her that we were doing something in
the basement. That wasn't a lie. It was just sitting and talking,
but we were doing it downstairs.

She told me to make sure I was clean and made up and expect
company sometime this evening. That was all she said.

I went down and told Dave that she had wondered where we were and
then I repeated her instructions.

We had a light supper of cold cuts and hard rolls and a couple of
beers. Then I took another shower and brushed my hair and put on
a little lipstick. When I was ready we sat in the living room and
read. It started getting late and I was beginning to hope that no
one was coming after all. 

Just as I started to get my hopes up the doorbell rang. I stood
up and answered the door and the large man standing there asked,
"Are you Donna the slut?"

Unfortunately, that was who I was now and I nodded. He said,
"Well I'll be god damned!" Then he pushed inside and more than a
dozen men followed him. By the time I had been herded to our
bedroom and was fucking the first of them in my bed I had
overheard enough to realize that they were the majority of the
local minor league baseball team and they were being rewarded for
winning an important game.

Apparently Roy was a minor stockholder in the franchise and he
was using me to improve team morale.

It was nothing too exotic, just a lot of fucking and sucking. I
was exhausted when it was over and when they finally left a
little after midnight I was at least grateful that they had left
my husband alone.

I took a shower and changed the sheets and went and got Dave from
the back yard. He held me and asked if I was alright and I kissed
him and pulled him to bed. We slept late on Sunday and had just
barely finished breakfast when Ann came over just before noon and
ordered me to get dressed. She followed me to my bedroom and
watched as I got out one of my miniskirts. She stopped me and
pushed past me into my closet. She looked through my clothes and
finally came out with a little black slip. The one I normally
wore under my little black dress.

I looked at her, not understanding at first. She gave me one of
those "how dumb are you" looks and said, "That's what you are
wearing today, put it on."

I slipped it over my head and stepped into my shoes. I looked in
the mirror and thought she must surely be kidding. I couldn't
possibly go outside like this!

She turned and started down the hall and I followed quickly,
grabbing my purse on the way out the door. I followed her across
my front yard to her driveway and got in her car on the passenger
side. 

She started the car and looked at my lap to see how little of me
was covered by the slip. My exposed pussy wasn't the only problem
I had. That portion of the slip that nominally covered my breasts
was largely made of lace. I could look down and see the darker
pink of my nipples easily through the holes. I could tell by the
look on her face, however, that Ann liked the effect.

She drove to a nearby strip mall and parked. I reluctantly
followed her into a woman's clothing store where she picked out a
half a dozen sheer blouses. These weren't like the ones I had
been wearing where people could look closely and see the darker
colored area of my nipples. When I wore these I might as well be
naked. My breasts were completely visible! 

Ann made me pay for them and we went out and dropped them off at
the car before going through a few more stores, looking for the
kinds of clothes younger girls might wear to attract attention.
She finally found what she was looking for, a large selection of
micro miniskirts. She picked out a dozen, in several styles and
set them on the counter. Then I followed her around as she picked
out a few crop tops and tank tops with writing on the front. They
said things like "Let go of my ears! I know what I'm doing!" and
"Sorry, no panties to raid" and "Yes, I know I have a nice ass"
and "My husband won't care because he won't know" and "Yes,
they're real" and the one Ann like the most, "Good piece of
ass".

I paid for these terrible outfits and carried them out to the
car. Ann drove off and we sat in silence. I didn't even pay any
attention to where we were going. Not until she parked in front
of a tattoo parlor in a sleazy part of town. I looked around and
saw that all of the nearby businesses were bars and strip clubs
and adult bookstores. The parking spaces right in front of the
tattoo parlor were all filled with large motorcycles, so Ann
parked a couple of rows back. 

She got out and I found myself unable to move as she came around
and opened my door. I was terrified, I was scared to death of
needles and I had never in my life considered getting a tattoo. 

Ann looked at me and saw my terror and smiled. "Get out," she
said. 

I obeyed reluctantly, stepping out on legs as weak and wobbly as
rubber bands. I swung my legs out and stood up and moved out of
the way while Ann pushed the door closed. She led off and I
followed her, winding our way carefully through the motorcycles
and into the shop. Everyone looked up when we came in. I looked
around and saw at least a dozen people, most of them just hanging
around waiting. There was a large, hairy, mean looking man behind
the counter. Ann walked right up to him and said, "I am Ann, I
called you earlier about my pet."

That got everyone's attention. I just stood in the center of the
waiting room thinking, "Oh god, please let this be a bad dream."

The guy looked at Ann, then looked at me and said, "Yeah, I
remember you. I have one tat ahead of you, but it's a small one,
probably only take half an hour. You'll have to wait."

"That's fine," Ann said. "My camera man isn't here yet."

Ann moved to an empty seat and called someone on her cell phone
and then she called me over to sit beside her. The problem with
that silly slip was that, no matter how carefully I sit, just
about anyone that's not in back of me can see up my skirt. I was
soon made aware that bikers are not the most discreet or the most
tactful people in the world. I started hearing loud comments
about my pussy and my tits. One large, ugly man even came over
and stood in front of me and squatted down and looked right up my
slip.

He saw Ann smiling at him and asked her, "Where do you have to go
to get a pet like this, lady? I'd like me one of these."

Ann smiled and said, "As it turned out, she and her husband moved
in right next door to me. I didn't have to go far at all. She is
cute, isn't she?"

"Yeah," the biker said, "and I like that little dress she has on.
I like the way I can see her tits through it. It seems like the
perfect length too."

The biker's friends were watching and listening and smirking. I
was just cringing and blushing and trying to make myself as small
as possible. 

Ann said, "You don't think it's too long? I just finished
shopping for her, buying her some short skirts. I was thinking
this was too long." Then she reached over and pulled my slip up,
exposing half of my slit, and said, "I was thinking that this
might be a better look for her. Don't you think so?"

The biker stared at my pussy for a minute and said, "You know
lady, you may just be on to something there. She certainly looks
pretty that way."

The front door opened and one of the camera men from last Sunday
came in with his large, professional camera. He looked around at
the rough crowd and he was obviously nervous. 

Ann waived him over and then she asked the biker, "I am going to
have this gentleman film my pet getting her present today. Do you
mind if he gets a few shots of you and your friends, sort of
background shots? I assure you that this is for private
consumption. The film won't be available to the public."

The biker grinned and told her that he didn't mind in the least.


The camera man turned his camera on and panned around the room
and then focused on me and the biker. Ann told me to relax a
little, stop holding my knees so close together. 

I sighed and spread my legs out slightly. That caused my slip to
slide up a little more and now my entire pussy was on display to
the biker squatting right in front of me and several of his
friends who had moved closer to watch the show.

The biker stared for a minute and then he reached up and squeezed
my thigh for a moment before slipping two big fat fingers inside
of me. His friends were whooping and cat calling and I could only
sit there helplessly.

I was actually grateful when the guy behind the counter came back
out front and called us over to sign some papers and pay him. I
gave him my credit card, not even knowing what I was paying for.
The guy said, "Okay, come on back."

The camera man had moved in front of us and was filming us as we
entered the back room. I was surprised at how busy it was back
here. There were four big bikers getting tattooed by four men
that looked like they were bikers too.

Ann held out her hand and said, "Give me your slip."

I was already terrified. The idea of being naked in front of all
of these rough men just knocked the wind right out of me. But I
had to obey.

I reached down, aware that every eye in the room was watching me.
I grabbed the hem of my slip and pulled it up over my head. I
handed it to Ann and then I was ordered onto a waist high, padded
table. I was placed on my back and Ann and the tattoo guy stood
nearby discussing me.

Ann came back to me and ordered me not to move. Then she stood
out of the way and watched carefully while the man bent over me
and he finally started smiling as he played with my nipple for a
minute. Then he swabbed it with alcohol and latched onto it with
some kind of combination pliers and clamp. 

I finally realized what was going on! I was unable to move
because of Ann's orders, so I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes.

Ann yelled at me to keep my eyes open and I realized she wanted
to watch every bit of my suffering. 

I did suffer! The biker doing my piercing took his time,
apparently enjoying his work. I screamed out loudly as he pushed
a long needle through my nipple.

The people in the waiting room heard the commotion and they came
in to see what was happening. Ann invited them to stay and
watch.

I stared at the ceiling as the guy fiddled around and when I
finally got up the nerve to look down I saw that I had a fairly
large barbell through my nipple. I could just imagine how they
were going to look through my new blouses!

The man who was torturing me moved around the other side of me
and repeated the process with my other nipple. It hurt like hell
and I screamed again. I couldn't believe that they would do this
without some kind of local anesthetic!

I thought it was over, but the worst was yet to come. The biker
invited several men out of his audience to hold my arms and my
shoulders down so I wouldn't squirm around for the next one. 

"The next one! What next one?" my brain wanted to know.

The men came forward eagerly, they didn't know that I couldn't
move if I had wanted to because of the drug and Ann's order.

I suppose they enjoyed the close-up view of my nude body though.


The piercer moved down to my pussy and started doing something
with my clit. I couldn't watch. I stared into the eyes of the
biker holding my shoulder, right up until I felt the needle touch
the skin over my clit, then I passed out.

I don't know how long I was unconscious. When I came to I was on
my stomach on the table and my legs were dangling down towards
the floor. Someone was fucking me violently from behind. It hurt
like hell because every stroke irritated the piercing over my
clit and my freshly pierced nipples were rubbing over the butcher
paper covering the table I had been laying on. 

When he finally finished fucking me he stood up and moved out of
the way and I saw that it was the man who had put the holes in my
body. My ordeal didn't end with his orgasm. As soon as he moved
out of the way the other bikers started taking turns, I assume at
Ann's invitation.

For a change I would have gladly taken some, or even all of them,
in my mouth. My mouth didn't hurt. Ann probably instructed them
to concentrate on my sore pussy so that she could enjoy my
suffering. It lasted more than two hours and I cried quietly the
entire time. 

When they finally had enough of me I looked around and saw that
Ann was gone. The camera man told me that I was to go with him. I
went into the nasty little bathroom that they had and cleaned up
as much as I could. When I had finally stopped draining cum from
my sore, swollen pussy I had to follow the camera man out to his
car naked because Ann had taken my slip with her when she left.

The camera man drove me home, with my mouth on his cock all the
way. He came once right away and then again after he parked in
front of my house. I looked around and saw an older couple
walking down the sidewalk and tried to wait until they passed by
before I got out of the car, but the camera man ordered me out
and I slipped out of his car and walked as quickly as I could to
my front door and safety.

 Once inside I closed my door quickly and leaned back against it.
I saw the shopping bags containing my new clothes sitting on the
couch. 

Dave heard me come in and came in from the back yard. He saw my
new jewelry and asked me if I was alright. 

I nodded and he went and got me a glass of water and some
Tylenol. By the time I got out of the shower the pain had started
to lessen. Dave had brought my new clothes into the bedroom and
when I got out of the bathroom he said that Ann had dropped them
off and left instructions that these were all that I could wear
from now on. The blouses for work, the other tops for everything
else. From now on I could only wear the skirts that she had
bought today, the micro minis.

We needed to go grocery shopping, so we went through my new tops
and tried to pick the least offensive item. We settled on a tank
top that said, "Yes, they're real" and I put it on over my sore
breasts. The material was extremely thin and the little barbells
in my nipples were very obvious. It was still the least offensive
of the tops so I left it on and picked up one of the new micro
minis and slipped it on and we went to the grocery store. 

We went to the store closest to our house. Since we had only been
there once since we moved in and didn't know anyone we decided
that it didn't really matter.

We bought all of the usual things, plus some disinfectant for my
recent punctures, and went home and put the groceries away. I was
feeling constricted by the two tiny items of clothing I was
wearing and took them off. I had gotten to the point that I felt
much more comfortable in the nude. Dave smiled and got undressed
too. 

We made ourselves a couple of drinks and went out to relax by the
pool before dinner. While we were sitting there Roy came through
the gate between our back yards and made me stand up so that he
could inspect my new decorations. 

He obviously found them stimulating and he sat me back in my
chair and pulled out his cock and stuffed it into my mouth. While
he fucked my face he told me that they would be leaving us pretty
much alone for the next three weeks while I healed. He took a
note from his pocket and tossed it on the table.

As I worked on his cock he said, "Give that to your supervisor
Donna. It tells him that there will be no more beatings, and
nothing but blowjobs for the next three weeks or you will be
forced to quit."

If I hadn't had my mouth full I would have thanked him. Dave
asked him if we were still to report to them every evening when
we got home from work. Roy said that wouldn't be necessary now
that our treatment was complete. 

I was wishing they would stop talking so Roy could concentrate
and get this over with. They finally did and soon I was
swallowing another load of Roy's cum. He left as soon as he had
put his dick away. He stopped at the gate and told us we could
turn off our DVD player since we weren't watching it anyway.

Roy left and we felt like we had just been given a large part of
our lives back. It wasn't total relief of course. I still had to
dress like a slut and obey every horny old man in the fucking
world.

At least now we could watch a little television now and then and
take our minds off of what was happening to us. 

I rinsed my mouth out with my drink and then we went in and made
supper together. When it was ready we took our food out and ate
by the pool. It's funny, this pool, this backyard, these were the
main reasons we had purchased this home. We were now sex slaves
to the world because of this swimming pool. Still, we loved
sitting out here. It was peaceful and pleasant.

We went inside after we had enjoyed an after dinner drink by the
pool and sat down to watch the news and "60 Minutes" for the
first time in a long time. We were pleased to discover that our
moron president hadn't gotten us into any new wars in the last
week.

We turned the TV off and cuddled together for a while. Then Dave
helped me to the floor and gently, carefully ate my newly
perforated pussy. It felt good and I was happy to repay the favor
when he was finished.

We went to bed satisfied and slightly more at ease than we had
been since we moved in.

The next morning everything was pretty normal. Until I put one of
those sheer blouses on for the first time. I couldn't believe how
naked I felt. My breasts were totally displayed. The new
barbells, which seemed to keep my nipples in a constant state of
erection, were glaringly obvious. They drew the eye to my
nipples. I couldn't believe I was going to have to wear these
sheer blouses for the foreseeable future. I might as well be
topless.

I put Roy's note in my purse and headed off to work. I kept my
eyes down as I walked through the parking garage and into the
lobby of my building. I heard conversations stop everywhere I
went and I felt the eyes of every person, male and female,
following me in shock everywhere I went.

I made my way to my cubicle and put my purse away and then I went
and knocked on Mr. Jefferson's door. He waived me in and I handed
him the note. I stood there while he read the note and when he
had finished he stared at my tits for a minute. Then he got up
and closed the door and the blinds and made me strip. He examined
my piercings closely. He seemed to be pleased. 

"I had forgotten that you were telling your owners about what was
happening here," he said. "Why do you do that?"

"They make me," I answered. "Every evening my husband and I go to
their home and I have to tell them, in as complete detail as
possible, everything that happens to me of a sexual nature as a
result of the drugs they have given me."

Mr. Jefferson went around his desk and sat down in his chair and
ordered me to come and kneel in front of him so that I would have
something to talk about when I went home.

I sucked him off quickly and then asked him if he would convey
the contents of that note to Mr. Taylor and the Jimmy and Dan in
the mailroom. 

He nodded and I dressed and went to work. As had become my habit
since I had been forced to adopt a more revealing style of dress,
I stayed in my cubicle all day unless I absolutely had to get up
and go to the bathroom. One of the reasons that this was such an
awful place to work was that any interaction between the
employees was discouraged. If you were seen at someone else's
cubicle you would be asked what you were doing there. You had
best have a work related reason for any conversation you were
seen having.

This policy now worked to my advantage. There weren't people
moving around seeing me and the way I was dressed and perforated
for the amusement of others.

The next three weeks passed quickly. I usually ended up providing
blowjobs to the same four men at work every day, though some days
not everyone got one. Roy and Ann ordered us over a few times.
Since he couldn't fuck me, Roy fucked poor Dave in the ass all
three times while I ate Ann's pussy out.

I had to provide oral service to the two young boys that mowed
our grass on Saturday. I also had to start paying them. They were
so excited about losing their virginity on the first Saturday
that they had forgotten to ask for money. That didn't go over
well with their parents and they had to make up some excuse for
why they didn't get any money. We had to correct that oversight
on their second visit.

A couple of times a week, some strange man would appear at our
door and come in and demand sex. All of these men were aware that
my breasts and my pussy were off limits until I was healed.

It couldn't last forever. On Sunday, the end of the third week,
Dave and I made love and I found that the rings, all three of
them, not only didn't hurt any more, they actually added to the
experience. The extra stimulation on my clit was really great. I
had an orgasm with Dave just from straight fucking for the first
time!

After we made love we did something else that was new to our
lovemaking since coming under the control of Roy and Ann. We
cleaned each other with our mouths, and we found it stimulating
when it was just the two of us. We even went ahead and ate each
other to another nice orgasm. Dave's tongue worked that ring on
my clit and let me tell you, that was pure magic!

We cuddled up and fell asleep in each other's arms, trying not to
think about all the restrictions being off tomorrow.

In the morning we ate our normal quick breakfast and Dave left
for work at the normal time. I didn't dress until after
breakfast. I found I was spending as much time in the nude as I
could when at home, but still far too much time nude at the
office.

I put on another sheer blouse and one of my tiny skirts, slipped
on my shoes, grabbed my purse and headed out to my car. Ann was
waiting for me outside. 

"Sweetheart," she said sweetly, "I have really missed your little
bus stories. Why don't you take the bus today?" She paused to
enjoy my reaction for a moment and then she walked away. I began
my rush to the bus stop at the end of the street. I had the
routine down by now. I handed the driver my money and got my
transfer and then took a seat half way down the aisle. I felt the
eyes of every person on the bus exploring my all but naked
breasts. 

As soon as I was seated someone took the seat beside me. I didn't
look up. I hated to look in the eyes of the people who took
advantage of me. The man put his arm around the back of my seat,
his hand dangling very close to my breast. 

He said, "Hi, I'm Terry, what's your name, darling?"

"Donna," I whispered. "My name is Donna."

"I love your outfit," he said, and I could tell from his voice
that he was not just being polite. 

"Where are you going, Donna?" he asked.

"I have to go to work," I answered.

He asked me where I worked and I was forced to tell him. He asked
if I always dressed this sexily and I said yes. The next question
started getting me into trouble. He asked if they liked the way I
dressed at work. I had to say yes.

His hand was on my thigh now and when I didn't object he was
quick to move it up and explore my pussy. 

"You must turn a lot of men on at work with this hot body and
sexy clothing, don't you?"

I nodded, gasping as I felt his fingers slip into me.

"Do you ever get propositioned at work?" he asked. 

Before I could answer he went on to ask, "Do you ever fuck anyone
you work with?"

I nodded again. 

He asked who and I told him and then he asked why, since he had
noticed that I was married.

I hated these questions, but I was compelled to answer. "I don't
have any choice. I have to fuck them."

"You have to?" he asked. "Why?"

"Because they tell me to," I was forced to say.

"Do you always do what you are told?" he asked, a little bit
incredulously.

I groaned as I was forced to answer. "Yes, I always do what I am
told."

"Why," he asked.

"I don't have any choice. I have to," I responded reluctantly.

"Do you have to do what anyone tells you to do?" he asked, still
not sure he believed his good luck, and not sure yet how to use
this to his advantage.

"So if I ordered you to strip naked right here and now, you would
do it?" he asked.

I nodded.

He was still unsure, but he knew that somehow he was going to
take advantage of this.

"Unbutton the top three buttons on your blouse," he ordered.

I sighed in resignation and quickly obeyed.

"Well I'll be a son of a bitch!" he exclaimed.

His hand was still suspended just above my chest, but now he
lowered it and took hold of my breast and squeezed it gently
before exploring my nipple and it's shiny little piercing.

I saw my stop approaching and I told him that I had to get off
here.

He said, "No, you don't. My stop is not far from here, and there
is a motel right there. I think we are going to go and get a room
and fuck for a while."

I suppose it was inevitable. At least he wasn't going to follow
me home and fuck me there. I just nodded and he continued to
molest me until just before his stop. He got ready to get up and
I started to button my blouse but he stopped me.

"No," he said. "Leave it like that, I like it."

We got off three blocks up from my stop and I followed him to the
motel on the corner. He ordered me to go in and get a room and I
pointed out that, dressed like I was they might not let me have
one. He thought about that and said, "Okay, go ahead and button
up. Now, go get a room and come back out here and get me."

I hurried in and got the room. I got some nasty looks from the
desk clerk, but he didn't say anything. I gave him my credit card
and waited for him to run it. The supreme irony of being in the
position of having to pay for a room so that some strange man
could rape me did not escape me. I filled out the registration
card and then went out and led the man to our room. On the way to
the room I asked him to let me call in and tell my boss why I was
late.

Once in the room he used his cell phone to call in sick. Then he
told me to call my boss, after I undressed. I slipped out of my
blouse and skirt and he saw the bar in my clit for the first
time. He put me on the bed and knelt between my legs and while I
called Mr. Jefferson on my cell phone this stranger played with
my pussy and my little barbell.  I didn't even know his name, but
then, that was the norm now. Men came to my house all the time
and put their dicks in me without bothering to tell me their
names. Not that I particularly cared what their names were. It's
just that this is not the kind of person I am, and doing these
things was difficult for me. It hurt. The fact that I had no
choice didn't help at all.

When Mr. Jefferson came on the line I said, "Mr. Jefferson, this
is Donna. I am not sure what time I will be in today. Ann made me
take the bus and a man on the bus ordered me to go with him to a
motel."

He asked me how long it would be and I said, "I don't know sir,
he hasn't said."

He asked to talk to the man and I held the phone out and he
hesitated for a minute, but then he took it and said, "Hello?"

He listened for a minute and then responded, "I don't know man.
She is one hot little piece of ass and I am going to enjoy
playing with her for an hour or two I suppose. I don't have any
plans."

He listened for a while and then said, "Cool it dude. You must be
a bitch to work for! Here's the deal man. She is with me and I am
going to fuck her for a while. When I am done with her I will let
her go!" Then he hung up my phone and tossed it onto the other
bed with my clothes and my purse.

The man stood up and undressed slowly as he stared down at me. He
was a good looking man in his mid thirties, and he had a good
body. I watched him undress and then he got on the bed and
ordered me to suck him off. 

He had apparently never been deep throated before and he really
enjoyed it. 

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "Fuck! Baby you're good!" He was very
vocal all the way through my blowjob and when he finally came he
was holding my head tight against his hard stomach and his hot
load slid right down my throat. I never tasted a thing.

He relaxed slowly, and I was able to pull back enough to make
breathing easier.

"Donna, I gotta tell you, that was, without any question, the
very best blowjob I have ever had in my life! Your husband is a
very lucky man!"

I murmured, "He used to be," under my breath and he looked at me
curiously for a minute. He didn't really care though. He was far
less troubled by my situation than he was aroused by it. He
ordered me to lick and suck his balls until he was hard again and
then he fucked me, for a very long time. He must have read the
"Kama Sutra" because every few minutes we got into another
position and by the time we finally came we had been in at least
a dozen, some of them very difficult and uncomfortable. 

After he came and collapsed on his back he watched, amused, as I
cleaned him with my mouth. I had yet to find a man that didn't
find that act just as appealing as I found it degrading.

He made me suck him until he was hard enough to fuck me twice
more before he finally started getting dressed. As we dressed he
asked me more questions. He asked about my husband, how he felt
about what I was doing and if he had to obey too. Before he let
me leave he made me give him my address. 

When he finally released me I walked the three blocks to my bus
stop and finally made it to work, four hours late and smelling
like sex. I was in such a hurry to get out of that motel room
that I hadn't even thought to take a shower!

I reported to Mr. Jefferson in his office and he ordered me to
come in and close the door. He looked like he was mad at me! It
wasn't fair. He knew I couldn't say no.

He made me tell him everything that had happened, but while I was
telling him what I had gone through he laid me on his desk on my
back and flipped my skirt up and fucked me for the first time in
three weeks. By the time I had told him everything that had
happened to me from the time I got on the bus Mr. Jefferson had
fucked me twice. 

He finally let me up and after I sucked him clean he made me lick
up the cum that had formed a puddle under me on his desk top.
When I had finished he ordered me to go clean up and go see Mr.
Taylor.

I went to the bathroom and washed my thighs and pussy with wet
paper towels. Then I slowly walked down the hall to Mr. Taylor's
office. I knocked at his door and he said, "Who is it?"

I told him it was me and he said, "Come in."

I opened his door and was shocked to see him fucking one of my
coworkers, a cute redhead that worked near me. I had never spoken
to her. I didn't even know her name. I quickly closed the door
and watched while waiting for instructions. I didn't know what
else to do.

He ordered me to move around to the other side of his desk so
that he could watch me undress. I asked him if I could lock the
door and he yelled, "No! Now damn it, do what you're told!"

I moved around and stood behind his desk and quickly undressed.
Then he ordered me to lean down so that he could introduce me to
his friend, Sheryl. I leaned down beside them and he introduced
me as if we were standing out in the hall with our clothes on. I
saw on her face the humiliation that she was feeling and I
recognized immediately that she, too, was here against her will.


We quietly said hello to each other and then Mr. Taylor pushed
our heads together and ordered us to kiss. I pressed my lips to
hers. After what I had been through with Ann it was no longer a
big deal. I could tell that she had not kissed another woman this
way before and it was hard for her. 

I tried to comfort her and tell her it wasn't so bad but Mr.
Taylor ordered me to shut up and kiss her. So I started kissing
her, gradually making it a more passionate kiss. While we kissed
Mr. Taylor took my hand and pulled it to her breast. I did
whatever I could to make it better for the poor woman. It was
obvious that she was being traumatized by what he was doing to
her.

I heard the door open and the janitor came in and locked the door
behind him. I was starting to wonder about this unnatural
relationship between these two men. I heard him undressing and
soon he was behind me and working his large black cock into my
pussy. 

As the janitor began to violently fuck me, Mr. Taylor picked up
his pace and soon I watched the agony in Sheryl's eyes as he
filled her pussy with cum. 

I continued to kiss her lightly while he rested against her with
his cock still lodged in her pussy. I could see him, he was
staring at the janitor's cock ramming in and out of me. It
suddenly occurred to me what the relationship was between them.
Mr. Taylor was turned on my black men having sex with white
women. 

He watched the janitor and egged him on, "That's it man, fuck the
shit out of her! Fill her nasty cunt up with some fresh hot cum.
Make her squirm on that big cock of yours!"

The janitor seemed to appreciate the audience and I felt him
stiffen up and increase the speed and power of his thrust and
then I felt him bury his cock deep in me and I knew he was
cumming.

While he was cumming Mr. Taylor was looking me in the eye,
enjoying my discomfort.

When the janitor finally pulled out of me Mr. Taylor ordered me
to come around and stretch out on the floor. As soon as I was in
position he pulled out of Sheryl's sopping wet, drooling pussy
and pushed her down onto my face. 

I didn't hesitate, I couldn't. I had no free will. Sheryl was
less accommodating. She resisted when her head was pushed down
between my thighs. She cried and begged and fought to stand up.
Mr. Taylor stood back and the janitor beat her ass several times
with a doubled up leather belt and she finally gave up and
started licking my pussy. He hit her twice more before he was
satisfied with the job she was doing.

I saw Mr. Taylor taking more digital pictures of us. I no longer
cared, but Sheryl sobbed hysterically when he got right down in
her face for some close-ups of her mouth on my pussy.

I came twice before they finally were satisfied and let us up.
Sheryl didn't cum at all. We were pulled to our knees, side by
side, and they started fucking our mouths, changing places every
few minutes. 

Sheryl had a real hard time of it. She couldn't deep throat and
she was gagging and choking and crying and it was obvious that
they were both getting a lot of pleasure from her suffering.

Mr. Taylor came in my mouth and I swallowed it easily. The
janitor lasted much longer and he started cumming in Sheryl's
mouth. She managed to jerk away and most of his cum sprayed her
face. 

He drew his hand back to slap her for pulling away but Mr. Taylor
stopped him. He backed away with a look on his face that scared
the hell out of her. Then Mr. Taylor ordered me to lick her face
clean. 

I turned to face her and held her head and gently cleaned her up.
I even licked up the few drops that had run down onto her very
lovely breasts. She just knelt there crying quietly. 

We were finally ordered to dress. It took me no time at all, of
course, and then I helped Sheryl. She was upset because she
couldn't find her bra and panties but she was told that she
wasn't to wear them any longer. I finally got her decent and I
was ordered to take her into Mr. Taylor's private bathroom and
clean her up and calm her down.

She was pulling away from me at first, as if I were on their
side. I finally just hugged her and let her cry for a while. I
wanted to tell her that everything would be alright, but I didn't
know how she came to be in his office getting raped today and I
didn't know if it would be alright or not.

I tried to tell her that I knew what she was going through. I
explained that I was doing this against my will too. I told her
an abbreviated version of my story and I could only hope that it
made her feel better about her own situation. She never was able
to look me in the eye and she never said a word to me the entire
time. She finally calmed down enough to let me clean her up and
straighten her makeup out. She gradually stopped crying and left.
I went back out into Mr. Taylor's office and I knew I looked
pretty rough too, but I had done the best that I could under the
circumstances. It had been a pretty rough morning. Mr. Taylor
waived me out of his office and I was pleased to see that he
looked nervous. Gee, wouldn't it be a shame if he got in
trouble!

On the way out of his office I glanced at the clock and was
surprised to see that it was after two in the afternoon! I hadn't
even turned on my workstation yet!

 I went to my cubical and sat for a long time without even
starting up my computer. I was breathing deeply and trying to get
myself under control. It took a little while but I finally
settled down and worked a little bit, not really able to get into
it this afternoon. I was surprised that I didn't get a call from
the mailroom boys at three. That was the only thing that didn't
go wrong today.

Since I had not been ordered to work late, I closed up and left
at four. I went to my bus stop and caught my bus without a
problem. I didn't even get molested on the first bus. I was
starting to get my hopes up. Until I got off to transfer to my
second bus and, waiting at the bus stop, were the three boys from
my first bus ride. The boys that the bus driver had chased off of
his bus when he looked into his rearview mirror and saw what they
were doing to me.

I tried to hide behind a large man standing there reading a
paper. They saw me right away though. In a moment they had me
surrounded and the leader was telling me how much he had enjoyed
my company that first day. He noticed my new decorations and
reached out his finger and flicked at them. 

I could only hope that I could get away from them on the bus, but
when it showed up he said, "Come on sweet pants, you are going to
sit with us." 

That was that. There was nothing I could do now. I let him lead
me back through the half empty bus and we took up the entire back
seat. He pulled me into his lap, which made my skirt billow up
and left my pussy uncovered. His buddies noticed my other
piercing and pointed it out to him. 

"Hot shit!" he exclaimed. "Baby, I need to fuck you. You don't
mind letting my friends and I have a little of your hot little
pussy do you?"

I could only whisper, "Okay."

They had not anticipated that. Their excited chatter made that
obvious. I sat there with the guy whose lap I was sitting in
groping me and the guy beside him groping wherever he could get a
hand in. They were rough and they were hurting me, a lot.

When we got to their stop, the one before my own, they pulled me
off and I didn't struggle at all as they led me down the street
to a house that was dark and quiet. One of them unlocked the door
and I was taken immediately to a boy's bedroom and they undressed
me in seconds. 

For a long time the boys just stood around me and groped me,
exploring my body as though they had never seen a naked woman
before. I suppose that they probably had not. They didn't bother
to ask why I was going along with them and doing what they
wanted. They obviously weren't that deep. 

The leader got tired of waiting and shoved me to my knees. I
sucked him and of course he came very quickly, as did his two
friends. Then there was a round of fucking on his dirty, smelly
bed. This kid needed a keeper!

They all fucked me, and again, it didn't last long. What they
lacked in staying power, however, they more than made up for in
powers of recuperation. By the time I had finished fucking the
third one, the first kid was ready for another blowjob. 

While I was sucking him one of the others took me from behind.
Then I sucked off the third one and finally I was told to "Get
the hell out before my dad gets home!"

I hurriedly dressed and walked up to the corner. It was only a
couple of blocks to my street so I went ahead and walked. I had
all that I could take of buses today.

I got home almost an hour late, but it wasn't time for Dave to be
home yet. I took a shower and started supper.

We ate outside again and after supper we got the call I knew was
coming. We went next door. This time we were allowed to use the
back gate.

We walked through the side gate and Roy and Ann were sitting by
the pool with several men. I was directed to bend over a sturdy
table facing them and tell them what my day had been like. It had
been a long day and it was a long story. It was obvious that the
men all found it exciting. They all took turns fucking my ass and
my pussy while I told them in excruciating detail, everything
that had happened to me today.

I could see Ann and it was obvious that she loved hearing every
horrible detail. She had Dave's head under her skirt, so that she
could get off without being on display herself. It was more than
an hour before I was allowed to kneel and suck everyone clean. 

We finally went home and took a shower and went to bed. I cried
myself to sleep this night. I wondered if the drug would let me
kill myself. I didn't see why not.

We were getting ready for the work the next morning when there
was a knock on the door. "Oh shit!" I thought. "Not another
fucking day on that damned bus!"

I went to the door, still naked, and opened it. There were two
men in suits standing there and one of them said, "Hello, my name
is Gary Owens. I am a detective with the city police. May I come
in? I suddenly felt self conscious about being naked and after I
let them in I excused myself to get a robe. 

I put my robe on and grabbed Dave and took him into the living
room. We sat down and Detective Owens got right to the point. He
asked, "Did your next door neighbors give you a drug that took
away your free will?"

Dave and I looked at each other. We had been ordered not to
answer that question I imagine that they could tell from the look
on our faces that was the case though. 

They handed each of us a small vial of clear liquid and ordered
us to drink it. We did as instructed. I didn't feel any
different. I was assuming that it was the antidote. No. I was
praying that it was the antidote. I became scared when I realized
that I didn't feel any different.

The detective waited a few minutes, staring at his watch the
entire time, and then he spoke again. "Did your next door
neighbors drug you?"

Dave and I answered in unison, "YES!"

IT WAS OVER!!!

I got dressed and Dave called in sick. We went down to the
station and talked to detectives all day long, giving detailed
and embarrassing statements. They already had all of the DVDs and
films and a pile of private records from Roy's house.

We were told that one of Roy's associates, having seen how well
the drug worked on us, had given the drug to his wife and
daughter and turned his wife into a prostitute and his daughter
into his own private concubine. He had neglected, however, to
order them not to tell anyone or ask for help.

We were finally driven home and for the first time since that
first day we were free in our own home. Dave started keeping a
pistol by the door and for the first two weeks he had to point it
at a lot of faces. It was a while before people started getting
the idea that it was over. I was no longer available to all
comers.

Dave went back to work the next day. I went in to quit and get my
last paycheck. The first thing I noticed was that Mr. Jefferson
had been replaced. I went to the office and knocked and asked for
Mr. Jefferson. 

The woman sitting at his desk called me in and said that Mr.
Jefferson didn't work there anymore. Then she asked, "Are you
Donna?"

I nodded and she apologized for what had happened to me. I looked
at her curiously and she explained that Sheryl had blown the
whistle on the whole mess when she had been raped by Mr. Taylor
yesterday. Mr. Taylor and the janitor were in custody now. Mr.
Jefferson and the two men in the mailroom would be as soon as I
gave my statement. 

I sighed and closed her door and sat down and explained to her
what had happened to me and why they didn't actually rape me.
They took advantage of me when they found out I could not say no,
but they did not actually rape me.

She seemed sorry to hear that, but told me that they were fired
none the less and that the company would like to make it up to
me. 

I smiled. I knew what she was thinking. She had probably been
told to make sure I didn't sue. I told her not to worry. I wasn't
going to sue. I just wanted to get my last paycheck and go home.
I was done. I couldn't come here anymore.

She nodded and said, "If you wait here I will have it brought
down to you in a few minutes." Then, in a very sincere voice she
said, "I really am sorry about what happened to you. It must have
been horrible. I know that the company isn't responsible, but we
do feel bad about it. We would like to keep you on if you think
you could stand working here. You were an excellent worker."

I told her that I didn't want to hurt her feelings, she seemed
very nice, but that the working conditions out there in those
cubicles was dehumanizing and I had planned on quitting anyway.

She looked out of her window and just nodded.

Soon a woman arrived and handed me a stack of papers and I signed
a receipt for my last paycheck. I didn't look at it until she
left and then I told the new supervisor that there had been a
mistake. The check was for something like six months pay!

She said, "No, it isn't a mistake. I told them to do that so you
wouldn't sue. You have that coming and more. I really am sorry
for what you went through. If you change your mind, if you want
to come back to work, come see me. I would be happy to hire you
back.

I thanked her and went to my desk and took my picture of Dave and
me, the only personal item I had been allowed, and that only
reluctantly. Then I went home.

Dave and I spent a lot of quiet evenings deciding whether or not
to sell our dream home. We had just invested everything we had in
it and we would most likely lose money if we tried to sell it so
soon after buying it. So we stayed. 

Roy and Ann had been denied bail and nobody bothered us. One
funny thing happened. I continued to spend most of my time at
home in the nude. Both of us did. On Saturday we were sitting out
back when the boys who Ann had invited to do our yard work showed
up. I had forgotten all about them. 

They didn't know about all the changes. I don't know why, but for
some reason, we behaved just like last Saturday. They cut the
grass and I had sex with them both until they were both sated.
Then I paid them and they left. 

As soon as they walked out of the gate Dave came out and gave me
a drink and sat down with a big smile on his face. I smiled back
and shrugged. 

I didn't get rid of my slut clothes either. I haven't worn them
since I was given the antidote, but I still have them. You never
know when I might need to take a bus ride.

We did have to hire a professional to debug our house. We had
tried to find the mikes and cameras but failed. We hired a guy
who came in with a detector and some basic knowledge and quickly
found two mikes and two cameras in every room, as well as on the
patio and in Dave's little nook that he had cleared out in the
basement.

He found a very short range transmitter and we surmised that the
receiver could only have been next door. 

We put all of the equipment in a box and stuffed it into a corner
of the basement and forgot about it, at least as much as
possible.

We got used to living our old life again, except for the nudity
of course. Sex was better now, we were better at it. I still
dressed like a slut sometimes, for Dave. 

Sometimes, when Dave is at work, I have an almost overwhelming
desire to put on a micro miniskirt and a sheer blouse and go for
a bus ride. I don't, but I want to. I told Dave about it and he
laughed and said, "Cheating doesn't mean what it used to anymore,
does it? If you wanted to do that, if you did it, but did it
safely, I wouldn't mind. I must confess I enjoyed hearing about
some of your bus rides. If you would feel better, we could do it
when I am off and I could go with you."

We haven't done it yet, but we are thinking about it.

The only other thing I can think of that might be worth
mentioning is when three men came to our house one evening. They
were lawyers representing Roy's pharmaceutical company. They had
just come from settling with the wife and daughter who were the
only other known victims of Roy's drug.

Because the abuse we had suffered was considered more egregious,
they were offering us a slightly higher settlement of forty-one
million dollars. Accepting the settlement would have no effect on
the criminal matters before the courts. It would serve only to
resolve any questions of liability between the company and
ourselves. If we chose we could still sue Roy and Ann
individually in civil court. 

It had never occurred to either of us to sue anyone. We assumed
that if they would offer that much we could get a lot more with
an attorney. But since we weren't expecting anything at all, it
was a pretty large windfall. We didn't really feel like messing
around with it. We signed and took the money. 

THE END

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






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