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A Real Life Nightmare:
When Bad Things Happen to Good People
By vulgus

Comments? Criticism? Email <a
href="mailto:vulgus@hotmail.com">vulgus@hotmail.com</a>
Story codes: MMMF, MMM+F, Drug, NC, Blackmail

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

It was another very quiet ride home from work. My wife and I
worked in the same building on the Air Force Base and we rode
back and forth to work together every day. For the last few days
we had hardly spoken. We weren't mad at each other. We were
scared. 

We both worked with highly classified documents in different but
related fields. We had both been working in the same building
since we graduated from college. For me that was three years ago,
for Sharon it was two. Not long after Sharon started working
there a mutual friend thought that we would make the perfect
couple and she introduced us. She had been right. We hit it off
immediately. We had nearly everything in common.

We were both young and I am embarrassed to admit that we were
both very nave. We were inexperienced when it came to the
opposite sex. We were quiet and shy and much preferred getting
comfortable with a good book to a night out on the town. We had
the same taste in music and liked the same foods and voted for
the same political candidates for the same reasons. 

We also shared the same distaste for religion. Don't
misunderstand. We are both moral, honorable, honest people. We
had both come to believe as we were growing up that a lot of what
was wrong in the world could be laid directly at the door of
religion and we saw it more as a force for bad in the world than
for good. I realize that puts us in a minority of the world's
population but I'm just trying to be honest here.

We knew right away that we were perfect for each other and we
hadn't been dating six months before we had gotten engaged. Our
original plan was to get married in six months, after knowing
each other for a year. We didn't last. We were too much in love
and we both knew that we had found our ideal mate.

So after three months we had a quiet wedding in her parent's back
yard. Her parents were very successful and lived in a nice house
outside of town. The ceremony was performed by a justice of the
peace and the guest list was kept down to twenty-eight friends
and relatives, though not without some difficulty.

We had not moved in together before we married, but we had become
intimate after almost two months. Neither of us had been virgins,
but neither were we very experienced. We had a lot to learn about
sex but we were taking it slow and enjoying the journey. When we
first had oral sex it was the first time for both of us. 

We tried to approach the subject of sex like we would anything
else. We read about it and experimented and we were quickly
learning what we liked and what we didn't like. We weren't all
that adventurous though. We enjoyed a lot of touching and we
liked oral sex. I enjoyed it more than Sharon did, but she seemed
to be getting more comfortable with it. 

Neither of us was interested in anal sex or any of that kinky
stuff like bondage or anything like that. For the most part, when
we had sex there was a lot of touching and kissing and then we
made love in the missionary position. I am embarrassed to admit
that I often reach orgasm long before Sharon does. 

But I am getting better about that and I always try to make sure
that she has an orgasm after I do. She often insists that she
enjoys it and it isn't necessary but I think it's only fair. It
isn't that I am a premature ejaculator. 

Well, that was a problem at first. Sharon is beautiful and sexy
and I am constantly amazed that she fell in love with me. I had
trouble being near her and not getting an erection in the
beginning. But after months of more and more frequent lovemaking
I had begun to last much longer and now we were trying to figure
out what we could do to increase the amount of pleasure that she
received from intercourse. My penis wasn't overly large, but I
had read up on the subject and it was within the range of what
was considered normal, if only just barely. 

We were still working on it though and since we are both healthy
and relatively open minded, at least within our limited scope of
experience, I was pretty sure that we would get better.

Our present difficulty resulted from what happened when we went
out for dinner on our second anniversary last Saturday. We didn't
go out often. We make pretty good money but we had been living
frugally since we married, saving up for a down payment on a
house and a house full of new furniture and trying to put
something away towards retirement. When we did go out to dinner,
which was only about once a month, we went somewhere quiet and
cheap. 

This night though, Sharon had wanted to cut loose a little. She
wanted to go out and have a nice dinner and a bottle of wine and
really enjoy ourselves. I thought it sounded like a great idea
and I made reservations at a new restaurant that everyone was
raving about. 

It was just as good as we had heard it would be. The food was
great and since we almost didn't drink and knew nothing about
wine the waiter helped us select a bottle of wine that we both
enjoyed very much.

We were having so much fun that when dinner was over we didn't
want the evening to end. There was a small club through a door at
the far end of the restaurant and we had been listening to the
music all through dinner. Sharon wanted to check it out. She
wanted to go in, have one drink and maybe dance a little and then
go home and make love.

We had not planned on going dancing this evening. But as we were
discussing it our waiter came over and offered us coupons for two
free drinks. He said that he had heard us say that it was our
second anniversary and this was management's way of saying happy
anniversary. The coupons were only good for this evening.

That was where the trouble started. I paid for our dinner and we
went through the door into the club. It was crowded but we were
able to get a small table after a short wait. I must admit that I
hate dancing and loud music. Sharon knew it, but I couldn't
really complain. After all, it was the first time in two years
that she had asked to go dancing. The problem is that I am a
terrible dancer. I am what is known as rhythmically challenged.
When I dance people think I am having a fit and dial 911.

We ordered a couple of drinks. We had to ask the waitress for her
recommendations since we didn't drink alcohol. When the drinks
arrived we paid with the coupons. After I had a few sips of
liquid courage I asked Sharon to dance and we went out onto the
crowded floor. I tried not to make too big a fool of myself while
Sharon danced rings around me. We stayed out there for two
numbers and went back to our table. We drank a little more and
the trouble started when Sharon wanted to go back out and dance
some more.

I didn't refuse, but I kept putting it off. I had hoped that a
little more alcohol would numb the embarrassment as I made a fool
of myself out there. My normally very patient and understanding
wife was not quite as patient this evening, probably due to the
unusually large amount of alcohol we were consuming. 

We weren't exactly fighting, but it was obvious that she was
upset with me. It was so obvious that the four men at the next
table noticed and one of them asked Sharon to dance. 

She didn't even look at me. She smiled and accepted his
invitation and I sat there watching her prance off with a
complete stranger who appeared to be twice her age. She was
twitching her cute butt in that little black dress as she walked
towards the dance floor with the man's arm around her waist.

She was gone for a long time. They danced through the rest of the
song that had been playing when they went up there and the next
three songs as well. I caught glimpses of her from time to time
and she looked sexy and beautiful out there. She was smiling and
laughing and twirling around. I got to see a lot of her firm
thighs as she danced around with that man, and I could see that I
wasn't the only one watching. 

I glanced at the table next to me out of the corner of my eye and
I saw my wife's dance partner's three friends watching just as
closely as I was. Now and then one of them would look over at me
with a barely disguised look of disdain. It was very unsettling.

I resolved to leave this place as soon as Sharon returned to the
table but when she was finally escorted back to the table her
dance partner had stopped at the bar on the way back to our
tables and as soon as Sharon sat back down a waitress delivered
two fresh drinks.

I told Sharon that I wanted to leave and she just pouted and
said, "Let me drink my drink honey! Come on, relax Mike. I just
want to have a little fun."

I sipped my drink slowly and watched Sharon make quick work of
hers. She had just about drained her glass when another man from
the next table came over to our table and without even so much as
a glance in my direction he invited her to dance and she was off
again.

I was starting to get upset now, worried and upset. I gulped down
the rest of my drink as I watched for glimpses of my wife dancing
with another strange man on the dance floor and this time the
waitress brought us two fresh drinks before my wife even returned
to the table. I glanced over at the table next to mine and the
first man that my wife had danced with smiled and lifted his
glass in salute.

I managed to try to look less pissed off and raised my glass in
gratitude that I did not feel. I quickly took a few sips of my
fresh drink. This was my third drink after drinking half a bottle
of wine with dinner. I had never had this much to drink before in
my life. 

I thought at the time that three must be the magic number because
by the time my glass was half empty I was starting to relax
finally. I felt my cares drifting away and I was even enjoying
those glimpses I was able to catch of my sexy wife dancing and
flirting with those strange men.

Sharon finally returned to our table and the man she had been
dancing with pulled a chair up and sat with her, talking in her
ear while she quickly drank her latest drink. For some reason it
didn't bother me at all that a strange man was sitting with my
wife and they were laughing and joking and he had his arm around
her shoulder.

It didn't even bother me when the man's friends stood up and
moved to a large booth that had just emptied out and somehow
Sharon and I found ourselves sitting with them.

I don't remember very much after that. Some things stick out in
my mind and as the days pass since that evening I have had some
of my memories return, mostly from the earlier part of the
evening. Most of the night is still a blank though.

I remember not being alarmed at all when the first man that had
danced with Sharon pulled her down onto his lap and encouraged
her to finish her drink. I watched her laughing and smiling and
sipping her drink while the man's hand moved up her thigh,
pushing her little black dress ahead of it until her underwear
was nearly exposed. I can remember thinking that something wasn't
right, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I think I remember my wife's dance partner cupping one of her
breasts and saying something to the man beside him in the booth,
whereupon his friend reached around and cupped my wife's other
breast and they laughed and exchanged comments, presumably about
my wife's C cup breasts.

First of all, my wife would never permit that sort of behavior by
me in public. She would certainly never permit two strange men to
grope her breasts in public or private! But more disturbing is
the fact that I seemed to be amused, though not nearly as amused
as she was.

When my wife had finished her most recent drink her first dance
partner took her back out on the dance floor. As soon as they
were gone one of the other three men went to the bar and came
back with fresh drinks for my wife and me. I didn't even notice
that they were still sipping on the same three drinks that they
had been drinking when we came in.

I was encouraged to drink my fresh drink and it didn't take much
encouragement. I seemed eager to please our new friends, whatever
their names were. I didn't pay any attention to what was
happening on the dance floor this time. I couldn't even tell you
how long Sharon and her friend were gone. 

I looked up when they returned and I noticed that she was flushed
and looked a bit disheveled but she was smiling and laughing and
I saw no reason for concern. Not even when her companion placed
her panties and pantyhose in the center of our table for all to
see.

Sharon was pulled back into the man's lap and as she sipped her
fresh drink I watched his hand slide up her leg again. As strange
as it must seem, not only was I not alarmed, I thought it was
pretty damned amusing!

Our four new friends were totally ignoring me now. They never
even glanced over to see my reaction. Not even when my wife's
skirt was pushed all the way up to her waist, baring her flat
little tummy and her sparse patch of light blonde pubic hair to
the four men and anyone else that happened to walk by.

I watched as all four men explored my wife's firm thighs and slid
fingers through her slit. One of the men pulled her legs farther
apart and I couldn't swear to it in the dark but it looked very
much like they were inserting their fingers right up inside of
her tight little vagina!

Whatever they were doing she was finding it very amusing. She was
laughing and giggling like a schoolgirl. It almost seemed like
she was unaware that her lower regions were exposed and being
explored freely by her new friends.

I also remember, vaguely, that she was leaned forward and after a
moment pulled back against the man whose lap she was sitting in
and the top of her dress was lowered just enough to expose her
black strapless bra. After a quick exchange of words the bra was
removed and placed on the table with the rest of her
undergarments and the four men enjoyed the sight and then the
feel of my wife's firm young breasts for several moments before
her dress was pulled back into place and zipped back up.

After that my memories get pretty sketchy. I remember that Sharon
went back out on the dance floor at least once more. I am pretty
sure that we each had at least one more drink. I have had a few
flashbacks since then of all six of us somewhere else. I don't
know where it was. I know that we were all naked. I can't be
positive, but I am almost sure that I saw Sharon having sex with
all four men in various positions, often with two of them at a
time. I don't know what they did to her, but I know that some of
the things that they did were painful. I can remember her
struggling with them a couple of times and I can remember hearing
her cry out in pain.

As horrible as that is, I have some more disturbing memories.
Well, not memories exactly. I have vague impressions of me doing
things, or having things done to me, that I cannot bring myself
to even consider. They were terrible things that it is just not
in me to do. 

Except that I know that I did them. I knew right away when I woke
up the next morning. I knew by the terrible taste in my mouth and
by the pain I felt when I moved.

As I lay there in bed beside Sharon the next morning I had no
idea how I had gotten home. I remember that I started to get up
and go to the bathroom and I felt the sudden pains in my stomach
and...and in my anus. I had that horrible taste in my mouth and
when I swallowed my throat felt like I had been eating broken
glass. 

I lay there quietly then, trying to remember. Some, a very few of
the events of the previous evening started coming back, slowly,
with great difficulty. But it was all hazy and most of the night
was still a blank. I know that we had had a lot to drink, but I
am intelligent enough to know that what happened to us was not
the result of alcohol. We were drugged. Both of us were drugged.

I glanced over at Sharon and I realized that she wasn't sleeping.
She was lying on her back and she was naked. We both were! We
never sleep in the nude. But the disturbing thing was that there
were tears running down her cheeks onto her pillow. She was
crying quietly.

I reached over to hold her, to try and comfort her but she pulled
away. I thought that she was mad at me but she sobbed and said,
"Don't touch me Mike! I'm...it's just...you don't want to touch
me, not now."

I reached out and pulled her back and took her in my arms. She
struggled at first and then she collapsed into my arms and cried
like I had never seen her cry before. She was nearly hysterical
and it scared the hell out of me.

I said, "Honey, we need to call the police. We need to go the
emergency room."

She shook her head violently and said, "No! I can't! I can't tell
people that I was raped. Besides, we don't have any idea who
those men were."

I tried to insist. "Sharon we need to report this. We need to be
tested for diseases. We have to make sure that they don't do this
to anyone else. You know they have done this before."

She shook her head and said, "I don't care! I can't! I can't tell
anyone about this. Besides, I don't remember much about last
night, but I remember that I let them do anything that they
wanted and laughed and smiled like an idiot. Everyone in that
club that saw us would testify that I was a slut last night."

"Oh god Mike, I'm sorry. It's all my fault." She sobbed quietly
for a moment and then she said, "How can you stand to touch me
after what I did?"

I didn't want to say it, but I thought it might help. "Sharon, it
wasn't just you. They...they did things to me too." 

I shivered in revulsion and I saw that she already knew. She
buried her face in my neck and sobbed a little longer before she
said, "I can't remember much, just bits and pieces. Oh Mike, it
was horrible. And it was all my fault. You didn't even want to be
there!"

I held her tight and said, "It wasn't your fault Sharon. We were
drugged. You, I mean we had every right to go into a dance club
last night. We didn't give up our rights by entering that place
to dance a couple of times on our anniversary."

We were quiet for a few minutes and Sharon asked, "What do you
think that they will do with the pictures?"

That was something I didn't remember!

"What pictures Sharon?" I asked in a whisper.

She started sobbing again. Finally she was able to say, "Oh Mike,
there were two men with movie cameras. They filmed everything.
They filmed every perverted thing that both of us did."

I didn't remember that at all. Oh god, our security clearances!
If those pictures got out we were as good as dead. 

Sharon pushed away from me and sat up and stared down at me,
looking me right in the eyes as if trying to read my mind.
Finally she whispered, "You don't remember the last part, do
you?"

I guess she could tell by the look on my face that I didn't have
a clue what she was talking about. She swung her legs out of bed
and groaned in pain as she got up and ran to the bathroom.

I heard her lock the door and I heard her vomit loudly for
several minutes. I finally struggled to my feet, despite the pain
in my lower body, and I struggled to the guest bathroom and
relieved myself.

I washed up and went back and stood outside our bathroom and I
heard Sharon crying quietly. I tried to get her to open the door
but she just kept telling me to go away. I finally went to my
nightstand and got out a little screwdriver and unlocked the
bathroom door from the outside.

I opened the door and saw her sitting on the toilet with the seat
down and holding her stomach and rocking back and forth. I rushed
in and she tried to fight me off again but I took her in my arms
and held her.

I told her that I loved her and held her tight. She sobbed, "You
won't. You won't love me when you know what I did, what they made
me do."

I led her back out to the bed and we sat on the edge. I tried to
calm her down and convince her that if she could live with the
memory of the things that they made me do then nothing they did
to her would make a difference.

I didn't try to find out what it was that was so awful. I just
tried to assure her that it didn't matter. We had a horrible
thing happen to us. We were still soul mates. Maybe it would be
difficult, but we were intelligent people and we could get over
this.

She made a high pitched keening sound that raised the hair on the
back of my neck and she screamed, "I fucked a god damned dog!
They ordered me to kneel down and I let a fucking dog lick me
between my legs and then fuck me while they laughed and took
pictures!"

I'll admit that gave me pause for just a moment. And not just
because I had never heard Sharon say fuck before! I had not
expected that. But I pulled her back into my arms and said, "I
don't care. We were raped. We were drugged and raped and made to
do terrible things. It's over now. I still love you just as much
as I did when I watched you getting dressed to go out for dinner
last night. Sharon, we will get over this."

She finally seemed to get herself under control and she looked me
in the eye and said, "Mike, I don't think it's over."

She saw the confused look on my face and she said, "They took
those horrible movies and made us to terrible things. They must
know where we work. They know where we live. If those pictures
get out our clearances are gone. Our jobs are gone. The only jobs
we will be able to get will be at a fast food restaurant or
cleaning bathrooms in gas stations. And think about our parents!
Mike, your dad has already had one heart attack. Those pictures
would kill him."

It didn't make sense. We didn't have any money. The documents we
worked with were all highly classified, but not really the kind
of thing that spies were interested in. What could they hope to
gain by blackmailing us?

We sat there on the bed despondently for a long time before
Sharon got up and said, "I need to take a shower."

I thought about joining her but she didn't seem to want my
company at the moment. I put my robe on and went to the kitchen
and put the coffee on. I thought about getting out the bacon and
eggs but I couldn't stand the thought of food right now. Instead
I went back to the bedroom and waited for Sharon to finish her
shower. 

When she got out I took a long shower and after brushing my teeth
a couple of times and throwing my toothbrush away I got dressed
and went to join Sharon in the kitchen. We sat quietly at the
kitchen table and sipped our coffee. 

As I sat there some of what happened came back to me. Not the
dog. I didn't remember the dog, thankfully. I remembered more of
what happened before we left the club. I didn't want to. It just
kept flashing into my mind. I remembered seeing Sharon stretched
out across all four men's laps at one point with her dress
gathered at her waist and her breasts and her lower body exposed
and being groped freely while the waitress stood at our table and
smiled as she watched.

I remembered Sharon being pulled to her feet and one of the men
casually letting her dress fall back in place as he pulled the
top back up over her breasts, very slowly, as the crowd of amused
onlookers enjoyed the show.

I remembered Sharon dancing naked in a living room. It wasn't our
living room though. I have no idea where they took us.

The hot coffee soothed my sore throat but I suddenly remembered
how it got so sore. I can't remember the man's face, but I
remember his hairy belly and I remember that I had not struggled
even though the pain had been awful. It wasn't a clear picture
though. I couldn't actually swear that it had happened. 

I didn't remember the other, what they must have done to make my
anus hurt like this. But I was reasonable sure what had happened
and I really didn't want to remember.

I glanced up at Sharon and I saw that she was trying to deal with
these horrible memories too. She had finally stopped crying but
the look on her face was enough to make me cry.

I thought again about calling the police. If nothing else I
thought that it might protect us from being blackmailed later.
But we had washed away the evidence and Sharon was right, if this
came out it would kill my father. And I wasn't so sure that we
wouldn't lose our jobs anyway. 

I reached over and placed my hand on top of hers and squeezed
lightly. Sharon looked up and tried to smile but it didn't work.
I wanted to say something to make her feel better but damned if I
could think of anything. I could keep saying that it would be
alright over and over and we both knew that it didn't mean a
thing. The odds were that it was not going to be alright. We both
had a very bad feeling about this.

We had no plans for Sunday beyond going grocery shopping. As it
turned out neither one of us could stand the idea of going out
and facing other people. So we put it off. We had enough food in
the house for a few days. If we ran out of real food we could
always eat soup.

We finished our coffee finally and went into the living room and
sat together on the couch. I held her in my arms and we sat like
that most of the day without talking. I didn't even think about
the Sunday paper until almost bedtime. We normally spend an hour
or so doing the Sunday crossword puzzle in the morning, but not
today. Maybe we should have. We could have used a distraction.

Just before we went to bed I went out and got the Sunday paper
out of the box so that there would be room for the Monday paper.
But we didn't even open it. I suddenly realized as we were
getting into our pajamas that we hadn't eaten all day. I guess we
were both still too upset to eat. I was anyway.

I glanced at Sharon as she was putting her pajamas on and I saw
the scratches and the bruises on her back. I couldn't even
imagine what it must have been like for her to let that dog...oh
Christ! I couldn't even say it to myself! 

What I went through was horrible, but it had been so much worse
for her. She had been raped over and over by those four men and
then forced to be with that dog. I couldn't remember most of what
had happened to me, and I was so very grateful for that. 

Apparently they had given me more of the drugs than they had
given her because she seemed to remember a lot more. Or maybe I
was just more susceptible. I wish that I could forget the things
that I did remember from last night. Every image was more
disturbing than the last.

We both lay in bed for a long time before we went to sleep that
night. I tried not to think about it but several new and unwanted
memories flashed through my tortured mind. I had a fuzzy image of
Sharon taking on three men at once with apparent eagerness.
Another image of Sharon with two men that I didn't remember from
last night came to me and I puzzled over it for a few minutes
before I realized that those must have been the cameramen. For
the life of me I couldn't remember anyone taking pictures of us.

Sharon got to sleep before I did and not long after she fell
asleep she began making terrible noises and sobbing quietly as
she slept. I debated whether or not to wake her but I decided
that it would be better if she slept.

The next morning we got up and went through our normal Monday
morning routine without speaking. We ate a little cold cereal and
I drove us in to the office. I dreaded having to interact with
people but it turned out to be a relief to be able to throw
myself into my work and not think about what had happened to us.
Or at least not think about it constantly. As much as I tried to
avoid them those flashbacks kept stabbing me in the brain.

We met at lunch time and went to the small break room and had a
can of coke for lunch. We sat together quietly after I asked her
if she was doing okay. She shrugged and we sat at a small table
and held hands and tried to ignore the other people in the room.

They left us alone except for Anne, the woman that had introduced
us and almost ordered us to go out together. She stood at our
table and said, "You guys look like hell! You aren't fighting are
you?"

I tried to smile at her and said, "No Anne. We aren't fighting."
I couldn't think of anything to say but Sharon said, "We just
lost a friend from college and we're feeling kind of down."

We did go to the same college but I was a year ahead of her and
as far as we know we didn't have any friends in common. But Anne
didn't know that and she accepted Sharon's excuse easily.

After she offered her condolences and walked back to her table I
smiled wryly at Sharon but we still didn't feel like talking.

After work I drove home nervously. I was terrified that someone
would be waiting for us or there would be something in the mail
from a blackmailer. I could tell that Sharon had the same fears.

But when we got home there was nothing but a handful of junk mail
and a dark, empty house. We ate a light supper and after we
cleaned up we sat at the table and had a glass of lemonade. After
a long silence I said, "I feel like we should talk. I want to say
something to make it all okay. I would give anything if I could
turn back the clock or even just make you feel better in some
way. It is tearing me up to see you suffer like this Sharon. I
love you so much and I can't stand to see you like this."

She lifted my hand and kissed it and gave me a tiny, fleeting
smile. She said, "I know Mike. It is just going to take time.
Don't worry, I'll be okay after a while I guess. But there are no
magic words and we both know that 'it's going to be okay' is a
pile of crap. It is going to hurt for a long time. I keep
remembering things that happened and I want so much to forget it,
all of it. Maybe you were right yesterday. Maybe we should have
called the police. Maybe we should have gone to the hospital.
It's too late now though. Still, I am starting to wonder if maybe
we shouldn't both talk to a rape counselor. I am really having a
hard time dealing with this."

The idea of telling someone what had happened to me, what little
I remembered of it anyway, was more than I could stand. But if
that is what it will take to get our lives back then I was
willing to try. I said, "If you want to see someone I'll make
some phone calls."

She squeezed my hand and said, "Let's give it a week. I am not
sure that I could actually tell someone what happened to me, to
us. But we have to do something if we can't get over it on our
own. We can't live like this."

I nodded. It would be harder for her I'm sure. But she was right.
We can't go on like this.

I said, "Okay, let me know if and when you are ready. Why don't
we go to bed and read? Or would you rather watch television?"

She replied, "I can't stand the idea of all of those happy people
saying all of those stupid things on television. I vote for
reading."

We took the Sunday paper to bed and read it. When we finished
reading the paper we worked on the crossword puzzle together. It
was such a little thing but it seemed to make us both feel
better. It was such a normal thing to do I guess. 

It was still too early to try to go to sleep when we finished the
puzzle and I don't think that either one of us wanted to lay in
the dark any longer than we had to and have those horrible mental
pictures play out in our minds. So we read our books for a while.


I read to the end of a chapter and put my book up. I turned my
light out and snuggled up to Sharon and held her in my arms while
she read. She tensed up when I first snuggled up behind her but
then she took a breath and relaxed.  I held her like that until
she finished reading and then she turned her light off and lay
down on her back.

We lay there in the dark for a few minutes and I said, "We
haven't kissed since Saturday."

She turned on her side and faced me and said, "Do you really want
to kiss me?"

I was shocked that she would ask. "Of course!" I replied. "I will
always want to kiss you."

She put her hand on my cheek and leaned over and kissed me
lightly. I smiled at her and said, "Is that the best you can
do?"

The next thing I knew we were holding each other tight and
kissing passionately. She was pressing her body against mine and
crying and kissing me and then she broke off the kiss and asked,
"How can you want me after what you saw, what you know?"

I replied, "I am not going to rush you. I know that you have been
traumatized. But I adored you on Friday and I adore you today and
nothing that has happened has changed that. I will always want
you. I want to hold you and kiss you and make love to you and I
fully expect to go to my grave feeling that way. I will give you
all of the time to heal that you need, but I don't want you to
ever doubt that I love you and I want you."

She held my face in her hands and whispered, "Oh Mike! Make love
to me. Please. I need that now. I need to believe that you love
me after everything that I did."

I kissed her and said, "You didn't do anything Sharon. Things
were done to you. And I care because they hurt you, but they
don't matter to me. They don't change what I feel for you or what
I think of you."

I pulled her close again and as we kissed I move my hands over
her beautiful body. I was careful, more gentle than usual. I knew
that she had scratches and bruises and I tried not to hurt her. I
carefully unbuttoned her pajama top and caressed her perfect
breasts as we kissed. I was relieved when I realized that she was
becoming aroused. I had feared that it was too soon. I kissed my
way down to her breasts and teased them with my lips and tongue
while I unfastened her pajama bottoms and worked them off. 

When she was almost naked I pushed her onto her back and kissed
my way down to her pussy. She tensed up at first, but I was
gentle and loving and soon she relaxed and let the pleasure take
over. She was soon moaning and her hands were gripping my hair
and pulling my head down as she lifted her hips and began to
grind her mound against my mouth with more passion and more
abandon than I can ever remember her showing before. It made me
think of what had happened to her but I was so pleased that she
could enjoy what I was doing that I just pushed that out of my
mind.

I ate her until after her third orgasm when she pushed my head
away with shaking hands. She gasped and said, "Mike! Stop,
please! Enough! Oh baby, that was wonderful. Thank you so much. I
love you baby."

I kissed my way back up her beautiful body and held her tight. We
kissed for a minute and then she said, "I was afraid. I was
terrified that I wouldn't be able to feel that again. I love you
so much Mike. Thank you for being so sweet."

I felt her hand moving down and her fingers wrapped around my
hard cock. It was my turn to gasp and she smiled and said, "Hmmm,
I guess you love me after all!"

I chuckled and said, "Yes, I do. But that isn't how you can
tell."

She pushed me over on my back and said, "Maybe not, but it makes
me feel better when I reach down and feel that there. I was
afraid that you would never want me again."

She got up on her knees and opened my pajama bottoms and leaned
down and kissed my cock and rubbed her face over it. She smiled
up at me in the dark and in a husky, sexy voice she said, "I
think you are going to get a kick out of this."

She bent down and took my cock into her mouth and I watched in
awe as her lips slid slowly all the way down to the base of my
cock. She moaned passionately and so did I. I had never felt
anything like it! I mean, she had performed oral sex on me
before, but not like this! The head of my cock was actually in
her throat!

I dropped my head back on my pillow and gasped, "Oh my god!
Sharon!"

I knew I wasn't going to last long and as my orgasm neared I
said, "I'm going to cum Sharon." 

That had always been her cue to take her mouth away and finish me
off with her hand. Not this time! She moaned and continued to
move her lips up and down my cock and at the same time she
reached her hand down and gently cradled my balls and tickled the
underside of them and that was all I could take. For the first
time I came in her mouth and as my cum filled her mouth she
continued to moan as if she were having an orgasm.

I finally reached down and pulled her off of my cock and up over
my body. I held her tight and smothered her face in kisses. Then
we just held each other and waited for our heartbeats to return
to normal.

I wouldn't want to say it out loud, but there was one side effect
of the events that took place Saturday night that I didn't have a
problem with! That was the most amazing thing that I had ever
felt. 

I opened my eyes and she was staring down at me curiously. I
smiled and said, "What?"

She just shook her head and rested her face on my shoulder. 

I got scared and asked, "I'm sorry baby. Was it too soon?"

Sharon laughed quietly and said, "No. I was just thinking that it
was a shame that I had to be raped before I could do that. I
never wanted you to know it, but I never liked taking you in my
mouth. I did that time though. I wanted to make love to you and
to please you and as sick as it sounds, I felt proud that I am
pretty good at it now. I was good, wasn't I?"

I pulled her head up and kissed her and I said, "Honey you were
fantastic. Why didn't you tell me you didn't like to do it
before? I wouldn't have wanted you to do it if you didn't want
to."

She snuggled a little tighter against me and said, "I know Mike.
But I thought it was fair. I love when you do it for me. And I
know you enjoy it. I like to please you."

I lifted her chin and looked her in the eyes and said, "I don't
ever want you to do anything that you don't want to do. Not ever
Sharon."

She smiled and said, "I like it now. Want to try again?"

I laughed and held her tight and said, "Maybe tomorrow. Now go to
sleep."

She rolled off of me and reached for her pajama bottoms but I
stopped her. I pulled her back against me and held one of her
soft, firm breasts in my hand and said, "No. Leave them off. Stay
like this. I like you without pajamas."

I could almost feel her thinking about it and then she sat up and
pulled off her tops and threw them down on the floor. She lay
back down and in a playful voice said, "Okay, now take yours
off."

I was twenty-four years old and had never slept in the nude in my
life. Or at least, not until Saturday night when I was drugged
and...no, don't even think about it! I quickly pushed away those
unwanted thoughts of that night and stood up and scrambled out of
my pajamas. I hopped back in bed feeling just a little
self-conscious. I moved over and cuddled up to Sharon again and
put my arms around her. I kissed the back of her neck and asked,
"Why the hell were we wearing pajamas anyway? This feels so
nice."

Sharon pulled my hand to her lips and kissed it and said, "I
don't remember. It does feel nice, doesn't it? I love you Mike."

I told her that I loved her and we fell asleep that way. 

We had moved around a little in our sleep but when we woke up
Tuesday morning we looked at each other and dawdled in bed for a
few minutes and decided that sleeping in the nude was the only
way to go.

We got up and got ready for work and had a light breakfast. Each
day seemed to be getting a little easier. We were still
traumatized of course, but we could see where things could slowly
return to more or less normal for us. We would always have that
horrible experience in our past. But maybe, with time, we could
return to almost normal. At least now we could talk and look each
other in the eye, and it had only been two days.

That evening we stopped on the way home from work and bought a
few groceries. We were slowly fighting to reclaim our lives. Both
of us were still having flashbacks and bad dreams, but we were
slowly becoming more able to function normally and deal with the
world around us.

When we got home from work on Wednesday and there was still no
sign of the people who had raped us we started to think that
things were going to get better. And on Thursday, by the time we
went to bed we were actually starting to feel safe again. I kept
telling myself, one day at a time. Each day it gets a little
better. By now my body had recovered from whatever they had done
to me and except for a few of the deeper scratches on Sharon's
back she had recovered too, at least physically. 

We couldn't get what happened out of our minds and I know that
each day as we headed home from work we were both on edge as we
drove down our street, watching closely to see if there was a car
in our driveway. Once I had parked and we had checked to make
sure that there was nothing in the mailbox that was threatening
we would relax a little more. Except for those few minutes of
angst each evening we were slowly recovering mentally.

The nervousness returned on Friday when we noticed a big black
Suburban parked in front of our house. The windows were dark and
we couldn't see if anyone was inside the vehicle. We had never
seen it before. We knew that it didn't belong to anyone that
lived near us and we were both on edge as soon as we saw it.

I was tempted to drive right on by our house and keep going. I
should have.

I had slowed when I saw the Suburban. There was no way of knowing
for sure that it was waiting for us or if it was those same men
from last Saturday. I turned to Sharon and said, "What do you
want to do? Should I keep going?"

She slumped in her seat and said, "We might as well get this over
with. Let's find out what they want. It might not even be them.
We might be getting scared over nothing."

I pulled into the driveway and we got out and went into the house
without looking at the SUV. As soon as we were inside I went to
the window and watched as two men got out of the Suburban and
came up the sidewalk to our door.

I heard Sharon gasp behind me. We both recognized the two men
from last Saturday night. They were not the two that had danced
with Sharon. They were the other two that had been sitting with
them. They took part in molesting her in the club before we left
and they were certainly involved in the rape that followed.

I listened helplessly as Sharon muttered, "Oh no. Oh god no. It
isn't over. Oh Mike. What can we do?"

I watched the two men approach our door and I felt just exactly
like I had just been punched in the stomach. With great
difficulty I drew a deep breath and tried to sound calm as I
said, "Let's see what they want before we panic Sharon." I didn't
know what else to say.

When the bell rang I went to the door and opened it. They were
both very large men with a strong hint of danger about them. They
were the kind of men that you knew could hurt you badly and would
probably enjoy doing it. The one in front smiled at me but it
wasn't a reassuring smile. He pushed past me and his companion
followed him inside and shut the door. 

They seemed to already be familiar with our home. I suppose that
they were the ones that brought us home Sunday morning and
undressed us and put us to bed. They had been free to explore our
home at that time. Sharon and I had been out of it.

The first man that had entered had been carrying a small, leather
attach case. He turned to us and said, "Sit down. We have some
things to show you."

I had an idea of what they were going to show us and I didn't
want to see it. I knew that Sharon didn't either. But we were
helpless against those two large men who seemed to threaten us
without ever uttering a threatening word. Their very demeanor let
us know that we were going to do what we were told, whether we
wanted to or not.

I put my arm around Sharon and we went to sit on the sofa. The
second man separated us and sent me to one chair and my wife to
another. If it was a move calculated to make us feel more
helpless it worked perfectly.

The man with the attach case turned to me and asked, "How much do
you remember about that night?"

I looked up at him and listlessly responded, "Too much."

He stared at me for a moment and then he opened his case and
said, "Before we get started, here are some of the highlights
from the movie you are about to watch. Look at them."

He handed my wife and I each a folder full of 8X10 photographs
that appeared to have been taken from a movie. I didn't want to
look. I had a good idea of what kinds of pictures were in the
folder and I didn't want to see them. I heard Sharon paging
through her folder and moaning in shame and fear.

With shaking hands I opened the folder I had been given and I was
surprised to see that the first pictures were taken in the dance
club. They were of comparatively poor quality, but they were
clear. They must have been taken from some sort of surveillance
system in the club. They were dark and a few of them were blurry.
But they were good enough that it was obvious that Sharon and I
were the couple who joined the four men at their booth. Someone
had to have been operating the camera system while we were there.
They had zoomed in several times for close-ups of some of the
more disturbing things that had happened.

I had a cockeyed smile on my face and looked like I might be a
little tipsy but Sharon seemed to be having a ball. She was
laughing and smiling as the men groped her and bared various
parts of her body and explored her body freely.

There were several shots in which she was totally exposed. There
were also a few pictures taken on the dance floor with her skirt
being held up around her waist by her partner and everyone around
her staring in disbelief. In one series of pictures I saw her
dance partner holding her skirt up to her waist while two men
from the crowd peeled her pantyhose and her panties off slowly,
with lots of groping and apparently lots of encouragement from
the crowd that had gathered around to watch.

The next photographs were from that living room where the rapes
had taken place. Both Sharon and I still seemed like willing
participants although it seemed like I was getting more
glassy-eyed quickly as things progressed.

Sharon and I were both naked very soon after these shots began
but it was not obvious that we were under the influence of some
kind of drug. I wasn't all that animated, but I seemed to be
cooperating fully. I wasn't in most of the pictures though. Most
of the attention was focused on Sharon. 

She went from man to man, letting all four men explore her naked
body and striking the most obscene poses for them and for the
cameras. But it wasn't long before the real action started. There
were pictures of Sharon going from man to man and giving them
oral sex. Right from the beginning it was obvious that they
weren't satisfied with her ability to perform that intimate act.


They showed her smiling and taking the first man's cock into her
mouth with apparent pleasure. But then the camera filmed from the
rear as the man's hands held her by the back of her head and
pulled her face down, forcing his cock all the way into her mouth
and throat. I could vaguely remember her struggles when the first
couple of men had done that, but it wasn't obvious from these
photographs.

I was half way through the large stack of pictures before the
pictures of my own degradation began to appear. The camera
focused on me and in the first picture I seemed to be watching
and enjoying my wife having sex with the four men. In the next
photograph there were naked men standing on either side of me. It
didn't look like I was even aware of it.

It was instantly obvious that they were not a part of the
original 'gang of four' that had drugged and entrapped us. The
two men standing beside my chair in the photographs were black. 

As the pictures progressed I saw myself taking both black cocks
all the way down my throat and then on my hands and knees with
one of them in my mouth and one using me anally. They switched
places several times. 

When I woke up the next morning and became instantly aware of the
pain I knew, well, I strongly suspected that I had been raped
anally. But suspecting it didn't prepare me for seeing the
pictures of it.  

There were less than a dozen pictures of me with the black men
before the cameras returned to Sharon. She was engaged in one sex
act after another, very seldom with only one man at a time. She
was subjected to double and triple penetrations. She didn't seem
as excited as she had in the first photographs but she was still
smiling and obviously cooperating with the men who were using
her.

After all four men were sated the two black men that had raped me
were given an opportunity to rape her as well. Then I came to the
last series of a dozen photographs of Sharon being mounted by the
dog. Even in those pictures she was smiling, though it seemed
forced.

I glanced over at Sharon. She had her hands over her face and she
was crying quietly. I wasn't crying, but I could have. I felt a
desperate helplessness wash over me. I was helpless to protect my
wife from these men. I didn't know yet what they wanted, but I
didn't see how we could refuse them. Not when they had those
horrible pictures. If those photographs, or the movie that they
were taken from, became public our lives were over.

We could never look anyone we knew in the eye again. Our jobs,
our careers would be things of the past. We would lose
everything. The question now was what did they want?

The man with the attach case said, "That was just a preview." He
got up and removed a DVD from his case and placed it in our DVD
player. He turned on the TV and started the movie.

The movie didn't just start, there was a title, "Sharon and
Mike's Second Anniversary Party", starring Sharon and Michael
Kramer of 1711 Cimarron Street. As the title came up on the
screen it was superimposed over film of Sharon and I at our table
and the only sound was the loud music and the roar of the crowd.

The movie title and our names disappeared and the movie started.
The quality was relatively poor at first. But it was clearly
Sharon and I in the club. It showed us happy and talking to each
other. There was a brief shot of the two of us dancing. They must
have selected us as soon as we entered the club because there
always seemed to be a camera pointed at us.

I suddenly remembered the free drink coupons our waiter had given
us after dinner. We had been lured into that club Saturday night.
We had been selected to play their terrible game while we were
still eating our dinner!

The DVD didn't show everything that had happened, but we clearly
saw the change in our expressions when Sharon became impatient
with me for not wanting to dance more. The movie showed the two
men from the adjoining table taking turns escorting Sharon out
onto the dance floor and there were several shots of some very
sexy dancing.

In the next segment we were seen smiling and accompanying the
four men to the large booth and Sharon being pulled onto one of
the men's laps. We seemed to be going along cheerfully with every
new indignity. We were both smiling and Sharon permitted all four
men complete access to her beautiful young body while I watched
with seeming approval.

A little later, when those men had been encouraged to remove her
undergarments on the dance floor the expression of joy on
Sharon's face was obvious. Later, when they had pulled her dress
down from the top and removed her bra, with a lot more people
watching than I had been aware of at the time, there had been a
flirty, almost lustful look on her face as the men removed her
bra and cupped her naked breasts right there in the booth.

The last shot in the club was of the six of us leaving together.
We all walked out under our own power with no apparent coercion
from anyone.

The next scene was the first in which our voices could be heard.
We were in a nicely furnished living room somewhere with the four
men, and the cameramen of course. The four men were seated around
the room on two chairs and a sofa and I was sitting in a straight
chair nearby. The picture was much clearer now, definitely a
result of professional equipment and experienced cameramen.

Sharon was encouraged to dance in front of them and she danced
slowly and sensuously for them to whatever song was playing in
her head at the time. The first man to dance with her in the club
that evening seemed to be the man in charge. He watched her dance
for a minute before he suggested that she would be able to dance
much more freely without her little black dress on.

It hadn't even been an order, just a suggestion. She didn't even
break her rhythm. She continued to sway in front of the men as
she reached back and unzipped her dress. There was a quick cut to
my smiling face and then the camera cut back to catch her dress
sliding down off of her shoulders and baring her perfect young
breasts to the leering men, all of whom were at least twice her
age.

Her hips swiveled sexily as she slid the dress down over her
waist and it puddled at her feet. She kicked it away and danced
naked for several minutes while the men were heard to discuss her
body in the crudest terms.

The man who was in charge, the oldest of the four men, wiggled
his finger at her and she danced over to where he was sitting.
She stopped dancing when his hands reached out and began to
explore her naked body. He cupped her breasts and pinched her
nipples and then his hand moved down and he cupped her tight
little pussy in his hand. 

Her pleasure was apparent as he groped her. She shivered
lustfully as he cupped her mound and then began to slide a finger
up and down her moist slit as the camera zoomed in for a
close-up.

I heard his pleasant voice tell her to turn around and spread her
legs and bend over and touch her toes and she obeyed instantly.
The camera had backed out and got a wide shot of her assuming the
new and degrading position and then came back for another
close-up of the man's fingers exploring her obscenely displayed
pussy. It was incredibly wet and he dipped his fingers into her
several times before he began to explore her exposed anus.

She giggled as his finger tickled her pink little hole and then
slowly entered her. She made a sound that seemed to indicate
discomfort as his finger entered her back passage. He smiled and
withdrew his finger and said, "You are very tight my dear. Reach
back and place your hands on your ass and spread your cheeks for
me."

She obeyed instantly and his finger returned and dipped down into
her juicy pussy again and then returned to her anus. He said,
"Relax now Sharon. You have to get used to being touched here. It
may be unpleasant at first, but once you are used to it, it won't
be so bad."

I watched as his finger entered her back passage again and slowly
began to move in and out of her, this time with no apparent
resistance from Sharon. This went on for several moments before
he withdrew his finger and instructed her to stand up and face
him again. 

When she had complied he smiled at her and offered his finger to
her lips. She sucked it clean without hesitation and while she
sucked on his finger he said, "I want you to go to each of my
friends now and allow them to examine your body more closely."

She went next to the second of the men that she had danced with
that night and his examination of her body was nearly identical
to the first man's. As the second man's hands explored my
obedient wife's young body the first man stood up and watched as
he undressed. For the first time I was able to fully appreciate
how well hung he was. His cock was at least eight inches long and
very fat. It was at least twice as big around as my little five
and a half inch cock.

While the third man was exploring my wife and the second man was
undressing the first man suggested in that friendly voice that I
should get undressed too. He said that I would be joining the
party later.

It was about at this point, as Sharon and I were staring in
horror at the movie on our television that the man with the
attach case, the man who seemed to be third in the pecking order
of the four men, moved over to the chair that Sharon was sitting
in. He reached down and casually slid his hand inside of her
blouse and cupped her breast. 

She tried to ignore him. Her eyes were staring at the television,
watching the DVD that was playing and filling in the gaps in our
hazy memories. She jumped slightly as he touched her, but she
didn't fight him. 

I tried to ignore them since there was nothing that I could do
about it. I saw the fourth man glance at me, presumably to assure
himself that I wouldn't do anything stupid. Then he turned his
attention back to his friend and Sharon.

I tried to focus on the television but I couldn't help seeing
Sharon and the man that was casually molesting her out of the
corner of my eye. Sharon was still wearing the conservative
blouse and long skirt that she had worn to work today.

I heard the man who was groping her breast say quietly, "Damn
Sharon, you dress like an old lady. Well, don't worry, that's
going to change."

On the screen I had finished undressing and returned to my seat
and the fourth man was just finishing exploring Sharon's body as
she posed for him in that same obscene pose that she had assume
for all four men.

I saw his large finger being withdrawn from her anus and after
she turned around and cleaned him like she had the others the
first man called her back over to him. When she stood in front of
him again his finger returned to her lust swollen vulva and he
smiled up at her and said, "You are enjoying this aren't you
Sharon?"

Sharon nodded enthusiastically, still smiling brightly. 

Meanwhile, the last man stood up and began to undress and as his
penis came into view I was struck once again by the size of the
four penises that were now on display. They were all very long
and very fat and very hard and I couldn't imagine Sharon having
to allow these men to have sex with her. I understood that the
vagina was a very elastic organ. After all, they stretched to
accommodate the birth of a child. But I wasn't thinking too
clearly. Not now and certainly not then when it was happening in
front of me.

I watched in disbelief as Sharon was pulled to her knees between
the leader's legs and he asked her if she like to suck cocks. 

She shrugged noncommittally and he smiled and said, "That's okay
little girl. By the time this night is over you are going to be
an expert. Now why don't you bend down and start licking and
kissing my balls and we'll start out kind of slow and enjoy this
together."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw that the man molesting Sharon
while we watched the movie had unbuttoned her blouse and
unfastened her bra in the front. Her breasts were exposed now. 

Sharon was sitting there, staring at the TV as her assailant
molested her breasts with impunity. The tears were streaking down
her cheeks and dripping down onto her exposed breasts and the
hand of the man who was molesting her.

His finger moved up and dabbed at her tears and in a voice that
was scary just because it was so soft but full of confidence he
said, "Nothing turns me on like a beautiful woman with tears in
her eyes." He could do anything that he wanted to Sharon. She
would permit it. I would permit it. I was powerless to prevent it
and we all knew it.

My attention returned to the rape on the screen as Sharon had
begun to suck on the first few inches of the leader's cock. He
was watching her with an amused look on his face. 

He turned to his friends and said, "Isn't that cute? The stupid
cunt doesn't have a fucking clue!"

They laughed at my wife and her attempts to satisfy the man with
her mouth. I didn't see the problem. That was the way that she
pleased me with her mouth on those infrequent occasions when she
had made an attempt to suck on my cock. But I remembered the
pictures of what was to come.

I watched as the camera angle changed. The cameraman moved behind
Sharon and the man whose cock was in her mouth gripped her head
firmly and began to pull her down onto his cock. With each stroke
more and more of his cock disappeared into her mouth. I could
hear her gagging and gasping for air and groaning in pain but she
didn't seem to fight him as he kept it up until his oversized
cock was buried in her throat and her lips were stretched wide
around the base of his cock. 

The camera moved around to the side again and showed a close-up
of my wife with his cock buried in her throat. Her eyes were
opened wide and tears were streaming from them. Her expression
was something between horror and surprise as she knelt in front
of the man and held his cock in her throat.

He let her slide back up his cock and then pulled her back down
until his cock was buried all the way in her mouth and throat
again. It went on and on and each time it seemed to go down
easier until at the end he had removed his hands from her head
and she was doing it on her own.

It was horrible to watch and I was forced to remember what was
going to happen later when those black men made me do the same
thing to them. I remembered the helplessness and the fear and the
pain and the humiliation. So I knew what was happening in
Sharon's head right at that moment.

I suppose it was inevitable, but just then I heard the ominous
sound of a zipper being pulled down and I glanced over to see the
man that was molesting Sharon say, "Let's see if you remember
what you learned that night sweetheart."

His hard, drooling cock was pointed right at her face.

She had studiously avoided looking at me while this was all going
on but just before she took her rapist's nasty sex organ into her
mouth again she glanced at me and through the tears I saw a plea.
I wasn't sure if she was begging me to forgive her for what she
was about to be forced to do or if she was begging me to save her
from having to do it. She must know that I was just as helpless
against these two large men as she was. 

I tried not to watch. I knew that she wouldn't want me to see
this. Especially now, without benefit of the mind numbing drugs
we had been given last weekend. It was tearing me up deep inside,
but I couldn't turn away.

I watched as she took that large organ into her mouth and I heard
the man assaulting her sigh with pleasure as she began to slide
her lips down over his throbbing penis. I glanced up at his face
and he was staring at me! I had the impression that he was
getting as much pleasure from raping my wife's throat in front of
me as he was from what she was doing with her mouth. There was a
look of scorn and derision on his face that made me feel like,
well, like what I was. A helpless wimp that sat by and allowed
men to rape my wife without so much as a protest.

Even though I had seen the photographs and I was watching it
happen now on the DVD playing on our television, watching her
swallow that large cock in person, so close to me that I could
almost reach out and touch them, it was impossible to believe
that she could do that. I remembered again that I had been forced
to do it myself, and I had been sent home with the sore throat to
prove it. But I didn't remember it. I have a vague recollection
of a man's stomach in my face but even the pictures that showed
it didn't restore that memory. In fact, I still don't remember
that it had been a black man!

I turned my attention back to the television just as Sharon was
shown walking on her knees to the second man she was going to
suck off that night. She was still grinning, though not so
confidently now. There were tears stains on her cheeks but she
had stopped crying and she didn't seem at all reluctant as she
moved between the second man's legs and started all over again.

I looked back at the rape that was taking place right beside me
now and I heard Sharon gag slightly just before the man's large
cock entered her throat. This time she did it on her own. Her
rapist stood there with one hand on her breast, pinching and
pulling painfully on her nipple and the other hand resting on her
shoulder as she took his cock all the way into her throat and
held him there for a moment before pulling back and doing it all
over again.

He smiled at me as he said to her, "That's a good girl. Just like
we taught you. Every good cunt needs to know how to suck a cock
the right way."

He gave me an evil grin and said, "That means you too you fucking
sissy."

I blanched at the terrible insult and the implied threat of
things to come, but I couldn't deny it. Only a sissy would allow
his wife to be used like this and not put up a fight, no matter
how futile.

I considered doing something now, but at this point what would it
matter. The damage was already done. We were totally helpless
now. They had those pictures and the movies and attacking him now
would just give them an excuse to hurt me more. I had never
struck another person in my life. I am embarrassed to say that I
don't even know how. I know absolutely nothing about fighting.

It seemed to me that it took the man that was raping Sharon's
mouth a long time to cum. It took much longer than it had in the
movie. It finally occurred to me that the movie had been edited
to keep it interesting and shorten it. We had been raped for
hours. They probably had it all on a disk somewhere, but the DVD
we were watching had probably been shortened considerately.

By the time the man finally came in Sharon's mouth here in our
living room, she had finished sucking off all four men on the
screen and was crawling back down the line to the first man she
had sucked off.

She moved back between his legs and he patted her on the head and
said in a very condescending voice, "That was very good Sharon.
You've learned a lot already. You're still having fun aren't
you?"

She said that she was but her smile looked pasted on now and her
voice was no longer happy and enthusiastic. She sounded kind of
raspy. Obviously a result of the damage done to her throat while
she had satisfied those four very well hung men. She was still
obeying every order, every suggestion without hesitation though.

He said, "Okay, now we are going to try something else. I want
you to suck my cock again and get it nice and hard. When I am
ready I am going to fuck your cunt for a few minutes and then I'm
going to fuck your ass. I suspect that no one has ever fucked
your ass before sweetheart. Am I right?"

She looked confused and scared. She first shook her head and then
nodded it. Then she said, "Yes you are right. No one has ever
done that."

He smiled and asked, "Done what Sharon?"

She didn't blush, but she looked very uncomfortable when she
said, "Put their...put their penis in my rectum?"

All four men laughed derisively and the leader said, "No Sharon,
fucked your ass. Say it right."

I could hardly hear her as she said, "No one has ever fucked my
ass."

Sharon and I stared at her image on the television as she bent
down and used her mouth to make the leader of the gang of four
hard again. The man she had just sucked off in our living room
put his soft cock back in his pants and went over and sat down on
the couch. He was immediately replaced by his companion.

He walked over and stood over her for a second, looking down at
her with tears running down her cheeks and that terrible,
helpless look on her face. He smiled at her and said, "Before we
get started again, why don't we make you more comfortable. Stand
up bitch."

Sharon got to her feet unsteadily and he reached out and teased
her breasts roughly. I thought that he would begin pulling her
clothes off, or order her to undress. Instead he looked over at
me and said, "Get your pussy ass over here and undress my new
cunt. I like my cocksuckers to be naked."

I thought about refusing. I knew that I would get hurt if I did
but what stopped me was that I assumed that they would make it
harder on Sharon to teach me a lesson. I didn't refuse though. It
would have been pointless. I was just as helpless as she was and
we all knew it. I realized that I was actually more afraid of
what she would think of me for not protecting her than I was of
getting hurt. But I was all too aware that I was helpless. By now
I had proven myself unable to take a stand, unable to protect my
wife.

I stood and stepped closer. I avoided everyone's eyes as I slid
Sharon's blouse and bra off together. I dropped them nearby and
then I removed her wide belt and dropped it on her blouse. I
located the button and the zipper holding her skirt in place and
unfastened them. 

Her skirt started to fall on its own but caught on her slender
hips. I pushed it down and then I knelt and worked her hose and
her panties off together. I lifted her feet one at a time and
freed her clothing and added the rest of it to the pile that sat
nearby. 

I stood up and started to return to my seat but the bastard that
was about to force Sharon to suck his cock said, "No, not yet.
Give your little wife a kiss first and tell her you love her. She
seems upset about something."

I heard the other man chuckle as I turned Sharon's face to mine
and kissed her on the lips. I pulled back and started to tell her
that I loved her when the man slapped the back of my head and
said sardonically, "Not like that you fucking wimp! Slip the
bitch some tongue! Let her know you really love her."

I kissed her again and as my tongue entered her mouth we were
both crying quietly. I kissed her for a long moment and then I
said, "I'm sorry Sharon. I love you. I do baby. I love you with
all of my heart."

He laughed at me and pushed me away. His hand went back to her
breasts and he said, "Okay cunt. You know what to do."

I returned to my seat and looked back at the television just in
time to see the gang leader pulling his cock out of Sharon's
pussy as she knelt on all fours in front of him and begin to
force it into her virgin back passage.

She cried out in pain as he forced the head of his large cock
into her without regard to how much pain he caused her. I heard
her whisper to him, "Please, oh god, please stop. It hurts so
much. I can't stand it. Please, I'll do anything if you just take
it out."

He ignored her for a minute as he worked more and more of his
cock into her ass. He finally said, "Don't worry sweetheart. By
the time you leave here tonight this will be just as easy for you
as taking my cock into your throat. You just have to adjust, get
used to it. I think you will find that if you relax and push back
at me with the muscles in your ass that this will be a lot easier
on you."

When he had his cock a little more than halfway inside of her he
pulled it all the way out and Sharon cried out in pain and then
sighed loudly and thanked him. He chuckled and said, "Sorry
bitch, just getting some more of that pussy juice. You are pretty
dry in there."

He fucked her pussy for a moment and then he pulled out and
started raping her ass again. She cried out again and her head
dropped down onto her arms and she sobbed loudly as he forced his
cock into her.

This time he drove it all the way in and began fucking her
violently as soon as he hit bottom. She continued to groan in
pain and cry out from time to time but he ignored her as he
grabbed her hips in his firm grip and raped her ass roughly. 

No, that isn't true. He wasn't ignoring her. It was obvious that
her cries of pain and her loud sobs were just what he wanted to
hear. At one point he reached under her and lifted her up on her
knees and bounced her up and down violently on his cock, causing
her breasts to fly around on her chest and the cameras got
close-ups of her face and her breasts as in the back ground his
three companions hooted and made obscene remarks.

After a few moments he let her drop back onto all fours and he
suddenly picked up the pace for a few dozen strokes and then he
tensed up and began to shoot his cum into her ass.

He froze in place for almost a minute before he pulled out of
her. He reached over her and grabbed a handful of her long blonde
hair and pulled her around and said, "Clean that up cunt. Look
what you did to my cock! That's disgusting!"

Sharon sobbed as she took his nasty cock back into her mouth, but
she offered no resistance. She gagged a few times but she managed
to suck his cock clean. While she was doing that the second man
in the pecking order got up and stood behind her. He looked down
at her abused anus and said, "God! What a fucking mess. I can't
fuck that!"

He looked up at me and then he walked over and gripped my hair
and pulled me out of my chair and around behind my wife. I gazed
down at her abused backside and the small stream of white cum
oozing out of her. 

The man holding me by my hair said, "That's nasty. I want you to
be a good boy and get down there and clean that up for me."

I had not remembered being forced to do this! I suppose that
Sharon probably remembered it. Her memories of that night were
more clear than my own. It must have been nearly as hard for her
to know what I had done as it was for me to do it. How could she
possibly respect a husband who had eaten another man's cum out of
her ass?

I felt like vomiting as I stared at myself on the television.
That large, violent man had released my hair and with no more
threats, no more orders, without any apparent hesitation I had
leaned down and licked my wife's anus clean. 

When I was done he said, "I don't think you're done yet. There is
probably more in there. Lock your lips around that thing and see
what you can suck out."

Once more I obeyed as if I were totally without a mind of my own.
When I was finished he ordered me to stick my tongue inside of
her and get her nice and wet for him. I had just started to obey
when he pushed me out of the way with his foot and dropped to his
knees behind her.

Sharon still had the first man's nasty cock in her mouth as the
second one began forcing his cock into her from behind. It was
obvious that it hurt her just as much this time and she moaned in
pain and sobbed loudly around the cock in her mouth. But she
never once tried to pull away. She was just as much under the
influence of their drugs as I was. Even the terrible pain that
they were inflicting on her didn't change that.

When he had cum in Sharon's ass and finally pulled out of her I
was put back to work cleaning her back passage while she was
forced to suck a second cock clean. That same rotation continued
until all four men had raped her ass. 

By the time the fourth man had cum in her ass she seemed a bit
unresponsive. She wasn't fighting them and hadn't from the start.
But she seemed, I don't know, almost like she was semiconscious.
The last man to fuck her ass knelt in front of her while I went
back to work cleaning her. He placed his cock at her lips and
apparently she wasn't doing a very good job of cleaning him. He
pulled back and slapped her face twice, quite hard. 

She cried out and seemed to become more aware. When he offered
her his cock again she took it into her mouth and cleaned it
eagerly.

Even though I have just watched myself eat the cum of four men
out of Sharon's ass I cannot for the life of me remember doing
it. I remember the taste in my mouth the following morning. But
watching it hasn't jogged my memory. That part is still a blank.
I'm glad. I don't want to be able to remember it. I wish that
they had not made us watch this damned DVD. It was horrible to
see us doing those things, being humiliated and abused that way.

After Sharon had cleaned the last of them the four men rested for
a while. They didn't show that in the movie. On television I saw
them pause long enough for Sharon to get them each a drink and
get pawed as she served them. But then the rape started up again
right away on the DVD.

This time, at least in the beginning, it was just for the
cameras, just to humiliate her. They posed with her in every
obscene position that they could think of. There were several
combinations of triple penetrations and all sorts of double
penetrations. Once they had gotten turned on posing with her in
all of those positions they finished up fucking her a final time
with two double penetrations. The first was one man in her mouth
and one in her vagina. 

When those two finished I was forced to clean her vagina.

The next two men took their last turns of the night in her anus
and her vagina. She was very sore of course and she cried out as
they entered her. She continued to sob quietly as they rocked her
back and forth violently between them until they had both
achieved a final orgasm.

This time I was forced to clean her out front and back. By this
time though there was very little of their slimy ejaculate to
lick up. They were all becoming exhausted.

The four men all got comfortable then and made her do things,
nasty things. It was just to humiliate her further. She sucked
their toes and she licked their asses. A couple of them ordered
her to kneel in front of where they were sitting and lean her
head back and open her mouth and they spit into her mouth
repeatedly.

One of them said, "Damn, too bad I already took a leak. Look at
that urinal!"

There was obscene laughter at that. 

Just then, back in my living room, the second man filled Sharon's
mouth with cum. After she swallowed he sat on the couch beside
his accomplice and called her over to him. When she was standing
in front of him he pulled her down and stretched her out on the
laps of both men as they sat side by side on the couch. They
roughly mauled her breasts and her pussy as the scene changed on
the television.

They laughed derisively and made sure that both Sharon and I were
watching as two naked black men entered the room and took up
positions on either side of me. Their cocks were more average in
size than the four men that had been raping Sharon. I don't know
that it made much difference to me at the time. I still don't
remember anything but that one brief flashback.

One of the men got my attention and ordered me to open my mouth.
I watched now in horror as I complied without question and that
long black cock entered my mouth easily.

I obviously didn't know what I was doing. It didn't matter
though. He took my head in his hands and just like the other four
men had done with Sharon earlier, the man held my head and began
to pull it towards him as he thrust his hips, quickly forcing his
entire cock into my mouth and throat. 

Just like Sharon, I gagged at first, but I didn't fight. I sat
there with my arms at my side and allowed this man to fuck my
face with the two professional cameras filming every detail and
picking up the disgusting comments from our four kidnappers.

The first man came in my mouth and as I watched myself gagging on
the screen I felt very much like vomiting in the present. I saw
myself swallowing a mouthful of cum with great difficulty and
then being immediately forced to perform the same sordid act for
the man standing on the other side of me.

I glanced at Sharon out of the corner of my eye to see how she
was reacting to what she was being forced to watch. Her eyes
looked glazed over. It appeared as though she had crawled up into
her mind and closed the door after her. I hoped that was the
case. God knows she has suffered enough.

I don't know if they cut a lot of my rape out of the movie. I
suspect that they did. Many of the sex acts to follow seemed to
happen very quickly. And after all, who the hell wants to watch a
man getting raped?

After I swallowed the second man's cum the two black men pulled
me down onto the floor on my hands and knees and first one and
then the other raped my rectum. The one that was waiting his turn
always seemed to wait his turn with his penis in my mouth.

Another large amount of time must have passed after my rape
because when the next scene started the two black men that had
raped me were now refreshed and about to rape Sharon. She was
forced to suck them both off and then they both fucked her
vaginally. The first one raped her on her hands and knees but the
second man turned her over and laid her flat on her back. As he
fucked her he grinned down at her and made nasty comments. In
between his running nasty commentary he would lean down and lap
her face like a dog.

When the men were all through raping her and I suppose that none
of them could get it up any more she was ordered to service the
two cameramen. Then she was ordered to her hands and knees and
the dog was brought in. The dog was a large mixed breed that must
have been trained for this. He seemed to know what he was doing.


He started out licking the cum that was leaking from her vagina
and then he jumped up on her back. That was when she got
scratched. I saw him wrap his forelegs around her and I couldn't
watch after that.

I thought that would be the end of the movie. I was wrong. The
men rested up a little and then the two that were with us now in
our living room ordered us to gather up our clothes and the
cameramen picked up their cameras and got more footage as we were
taken nude to the elevators and down to the parking garage. It
must have been early in the morning by then. We didn't see
another soul until we reached the garage. A car was just pulling
in as we crossed the garage to the SUV. The driver saw us and
slowed, then he stopped and watched as my wife and I, still in
the nude, followed the two men to the Suburban and waited for the
driver to unlock it.

I was made to sit in the front passenger seat while Sharon sat in
the back with one of her rapists. One of the cameramen climbed
into the third row of seats and continued to record. As we were
driven home I was forced to listen to the loud sloppy blowjob she
was forced to give to one of the rapists. 

When we got to our driveway I saw that someone had already
brought our car home from the restaurant and parked it. We pulled
up to the curb and after several minutes the man that Sharon was
sucking off in the backseat finally came and we were told to take
our clothes and carry them into the house and go straight to
bed.

They followed us inside and recorded right up until my wife and I
got in bed. 

The movie finally ended. It had been very long and it had been
gut-wrenching to watch. Our two companions had enjoyed it, but I
think now that I would have preferred to have lived with the gaps
in my memory than having them filled in this way. I don't know
how Sharon had kept from losing her mind.

When the movie ended one of the men shut the television off with
the remote control and said, "That's your copy. I hope you enjoy
it as much as I did."

The man that had been carrying the attach case when they came in
pushed Sharon off of his lap and got to his feet. He picked up
his case and as he reached inside he said, "You can keep the
pictures too. I thought that they came out pretty good for video
captures. I have a set too. I was thinking of framing some of
them."

I looked at him despondently and he just ignored me and pulled
our address book out of his case and tossed it onto the table. He
said, "We made a copy of that of course. Just in case. But you
kids aren't going to give us any trouble, are you?"

I just glared at him but Sharon squealed in pain and the other
man said in a calm, reasonable voice, "My friend asked you a
question. It was not a rhetorical question. We want an answer."

Sharon and I both responded meekly. "No, we won't give you any
trouble."

There was a moment of silence and I asked, "What do you want from
us? We don't have any money."

The man with the attach case responded, "The boss will fill you
in on that when we pick you up tomorrow. Be ready at ten tomorrow
morning."

The men started getting dressed and just before they left one of
them asked, "Any questions?"

I couldn't think of anything. I couldn't think at all. I shook my
head and they started to leave when Sharon called out, "Wait!
What do I wear?"

The second man just snickered. The first one said, "It doesn't
matter much. You probably won't have it on for long."

And then they were gone. Sharon and I just sat where we were in
silence for the longest time. The thing we had feared so much had
happened. It was even worse than we had imagined. I think that we
both realized that the worst was yet to come.

I finally came to my senses and stood up and went over to Sharon.
She was still sitting on the floor with her hands over her face
and crying softly. It broke my heart to see her like that. I sat
down beside her and asked, "Can I comfort you, or would you
rather not look at me after what I've done?"

She looked at me through eyes full of tears and then she threw
herself into my arms and cried for a very long time. I knew
better than to say that everything would be alright. That would
have been a huge lie.

She was still crying quietly fifteen or twenty minutes later when
she whispered, "What did you mean?"

I didn't know what she was talking about. I tried to think but I
drew a blank. I finally asked, "What do you mean, what did I
mean?"

She giggled. She giggled and cried at the same time and then she
said, "What did you mean when you said, 'would you rather not
look at me after what I've done?' What did you do?"

I responded, "You know what I have done. You remembered a lot
more of it than I did. And now we have it on DVD. But worse than
that, I let them come back and do it again. I didn't even try to
fight them. I didn't even try to protect you."

She pulled me tighter to her beautiful, naked body and said, "You
silly man! There is nothing you could have done. I know that.
This isn't your fault! I'm the one that flirted with those men. I
was upset with you for not dancing with me more and I flirted
with four big strong men and tried to make you jealous. Now we
are both suffering for it. I wouldn't blame you if you left me.
In fact, I can't understand why you don't."

My heart nearly stopped at the very idea of life without her. I
exclaimed emphatically, "I would never leave you. I could never
leave you. Sharon I adore you. It is killing me that I can't
protect you from those animals. I can't understand how you can
stand to have me touch you after what you saw me do, or saw them
do to me. I am not a fighter. I have never hit another human
being in my life. I don't know what to do now. There has to be
some way out of this. Christ! We don't even know what 'this' is
yet! We won't find out until tomorrow. Maybe it's time to buy a
gun."

She looked up at me then and said, "And then what Mike?! Get
yourself killed by those gangsters? Or kill them and go to jail
for the rest of your life?"

I looked at her helplessly and said, "A man should protect his
wife."

She rested her head on my shoulder and said, "Your wife got you
into this."

I kissed the top of her head and whispered, "All you did was
accept his request for a dance."

After a brief pause she said, "No, I accepted his drinks, his
drugged drinks. And I smiled at him and got all coquettish. I
didn't know what I was getting into, but I knew what I was doing.
Now we are both paying for it."

I held her for a little longer and when she stopped crying I
said, "Come on, let's go take a shower."

For a moment I had forgotten what day it was and even what time
of day it was. Being forced to watch that DVD, and seeing the
things that they did to Sharon while we watched it had an effect
on me that was very much akin to being hit in the head with a
baseball bat. I was stupefied. It was Friday night and we needed
to get cleaned up and eat something. We had been eating little or
nothing all week and I figured that if we were going to find some
way to fight those thugs we would need to keep up our strength
and stay healthy. 

I pulled Sharon to her feet and we went to our room and she
brushed her teeth while I turned the shower on. Our shower always
took an unusually long time to warm up. 

While the water ran in the shower I stood behind Sharon and put
my arms around her waist as she brushed her teeth. She looked at
me in the mirror and then looked down. I knew what she must think
of me. I could imagine the images that flashed through her mind
now when she looked at me. But if there was any way of getting
through this and staying together then I was going to try. I
still loved Sharon more than life itself. The things I had seen
her do, or rather the things that I had seen those men do to her
didn't matter. We just had to find some way out of this. As long
as we stayed together then this could all be dealt with later.

We took a long hot shower and there was a lot of touching and
kissing and when we were drying off afterwards we both knew that
we were still in love and that the horrible things that we were
being made to do didn't matter. Well, that isn't quite true. Of
course they mattered. But we would survive them.

We went back to the kitchen in our robes and slippers and I
forced Sharon to sit at the table while I made a tuna casserole
for supper. While the casserole was baking I suddenly remembered
the bottle of alcohol that someone had given us. One of our
friends at work who didn't know us very well and wasn't aware
that we didn't drink had given us a bottle of whiskey last year
on our anniversary. I looked around and finally found it under
the sink. 

I poured us both a small glass of it over ice and it was
terrible. I didn't know what you were supposed to mix with
whiskey to make it palatable but all we had left was a large
bottle of ginger ale so I tried that and it worked out pretty
well. We sat together, holding hands and sipping Canadian Whiskey
and Canada Dry ginger ale until dinner was ready.

I wouldn't want to make a habit of it, but it really seemed to
help.

We didn't talk. There wasn't much that we could say. We were both
embarrassed by what our partner had seen us doing on that movie.
But at least we seemed to be able to look each other in the eye
now.

When the timer went off in our quiet house to signal that supper
was ready we both jumped like there had been a gun shot. Then we
looked at each other and laughed. 

I got up and took the casserole out of the oven and got us some
plates and flatware. We picked at our suppers but I forced myself
to eat at least some of it and I insisted that Sharon eat as
well.

I cleaned up the kitchen after we ate and then I made us another
drink. We took our drinks into the living room and sat on the
couch. Sharon's clothes were still lying where I had dropped them
when I undressed her for our two visiting rapists after work
today. We glanced at them but tried not to think about what they
signified. 

I held her in my arms and after a long time she said, "That must
be what it's all about, what they did to us already. They don't
want money and they don't want classified information. They want
to humiliate us and rape us. It must be just a game to them."

I thought about what she said and while I didn't doubt for a
second that they were enjoying themselves I didn't think that was
the whole story. This had not been a spur of the moment thing
just for them to get their jollies. They were organized and
practiced and there were too many people involved. I thought that
there must be some sort of profit motive involved in what they
were doing. All of the nasty and degrading possibilities that
came to mind were too horrible to contemplate. So I didn't
mention my suspicions to Sharon.

I got up to make us another drink after our glasses had sat empty
for a half an hour or so. The alcohol did seem to be helping us
to cope a little better. I came back into the living room with
our drinks and after I handed Sharon her drink I went over to
take that DVD out of the player. 

As I was taking it out she said in a dull voice, "That DVD. Oh
god Mike. The DVD! You don't suppose...?"

Yes, that was one of the things that I did suppose. I feared that
that was exactly what they had in mind for us, or for her. I just
looked at her and she saw in my face that I was afraid she was
right. Last Saturday they had had two cameramen and two black men
on call and ready to make a movie and they had access to the
surveillance cameras in the club. Come to think of it, those
shots from the club were much to clear to be from surveillance
cameras. That club must be an important part of their plan. They
probably did this all of the time.

Sharon got up and turned on the television and put the DVD back
in the player. I stared at her in disbelief until I was finally
able to speak.

"What are you doing?!" I asked incredulously.

She turned to me and said, "This damn DVD is probably for sale.
It is probably already available on the internet and in some
nasty little porn shop somewhere. I need to see what they are
seeing."

"Are you sure Sharon?" I asked. "Can you really stand to watch
that again?"

She looked at me with a funny look on her face and said, "I had
better fucking get used to it, hadn't I? I can't spend the rest
of the time that I am in the clutches of these monsters crying
and whining and going into shock. I need to see it."

I went out to the kitchen and brought the bottle of whiskey and
the ginger ale in and put them on the table. I sat down and
Sharon sat beside me and I held her in my arms while we watched
the DVD again.

We didn't watch all of it. We skipped the parts with me and the
two black men and the part with Sharon and the dog.

Sharon shocked me when we got to the part where she was finishing
up her fourth oral rape and she said quietly, "Well, I wouldn't
want to do it again, but at least I learned how to be a good
cocksucker."

I am pretty certain that I have never heard her say that word
before! Her tone when she spoke was partly sarcastic, but I had
the impression that she actually meant it! I couldn't see her
face but it really sounded as if she was happy that she learned
how to perform oral sex like a slut. I will admit that the
blowjob she gave me last night was the best that I have ever had.
I enjoyed it immensely. But nothing was worth what she went
through.

I decided to keep my mouth shut and stay out of trouble. I just
kissed the top of her head and sat there quietly as the DVD
played on.

When it was all over we went to bed and even after what we had
been through this evening she wanted to make love. I would have
thought that if anyone would have found that DVD even slightly
erotic it would have been me. Well, maybe not me, but some men
would get off on that kind of thing. I was finding it impossible
to believe that Sharon would get aroused by it. 

When she turned over in bed after the lights were out and started
kissing me and running her hands down my chest towards my penis I
was astounded.

We had gone to bed naked again. We didn't discuss it after last
night. We just did it without thinking. It turns out that we both
enjoyed the freedom of sleeping in the nude. 

As her hand moved purposefully down and began to gently tease my
twitching and growing sex organ I stopped kissing her and asked,
"Sharon, are you sure? I would have thought that you would never
want to be touched by a man again after what you have been
through."

My eyes had begun to adjust to the dark and I saw her shrug her
shoulders. Then she said quietly, "I don't understand it myself.
I do hate what they did to me, what they made both of us do. I
think I kind of have the feeling that I need to make sure that
you still love me and that you still want me after all of that."

I kissed her and said, "I told you Sharon, you never have to
wonder about that. I'm the one that has that fear. After you have
seen the things that they made me do, after I have failed totally
as a husband to protect you, and after you have seen how my cock
compares to all of those others I would think that you would feel
nothing for me now but something between distaste and disgust.
That is certainly how I feel about myself."

Sharon pushed me over onto my back and climbed up on top of me
and almost yelled, "Don't you ever say that! Don't talk like that
ever again! I adore you! You are the most loving, most
understanding, most perfect husband a woman could ever want. I
will always want you, always! This, this mess that we are in,
this is my fault. I brought those men down on us and maybe I
don't deserve everything that they are doing to me but if anyone
is responsible for it it's me! Of course you can't fight those
men. I don't expect you to. I didn't marry you because you
resembled Arnold Schwarzenegger. I married you because you were
kind and intelligent and understanding. I didn't want to tell you
this but I always thought that you were just a little bit more
evolved than most of the people that I know. You are the perfect
man. If you weren't you would have walked out on me after last
Saturday. Oh Michael, I am so sorry about all of this. Please
don't ever feel like you should do something. Those men are
vicious. They would hurt you and I couldn't stand that. We'll
find some way out of this. If we don't they'll get tired of me
eventually or if it gets too bad then we can start talking about
doing something drastic. But for now I just need you to love me.
Now god damn it, shut up and fuck me!"

I held her tight and hugged her and laughed. I kissed her and
said, "Jesus! You've certainly developed quite the potty mouth
lately! Okay bitch, I'll fuck you. But first I'm going to eat
that sweet cunt of yours."

We both laughed as I pushed her off of me. I leaned over her and
kissed her passionately and then I kissed my way down her sexy
little body. She had always been receptive to being made love to
this way, but I really got the feeling that she was feeling much
more abandon this time. She really seemed to be opening up after
what had happened to her. I found that very difficult to
understand. It had been my impression that women who became
victims of sexual assaults shut themselves off and became unable
to open up to their husbands or lovers. It seemed to be having
the opposite effect on her. I wasn't going to question it too
much though.

I kissed my way down to her little patch of soft blonde pubic
hair and nestled in between her legs. She was very wet. When I
kissed her mound she moaned in pleasure and not long after I
started to move my tongue inside of her and tease her with it she
grabbed my hair and held on and began to quietly mumble, "Oh yes
Mike. I love that. That feels so good. Oh fuck! Yes, that's it
baby, right there!" 

I couldn't believe it but she was about to have an orgasm. She
had never achieved orgasm this quickly before! I turned my
attention to her clit and she screamed right out loud and pulled
my hair until there was tears in my eyes. But I kept attacking
her clit, licking and sucking and nibbling at it lightly until
she screamed again and then pushed me away.

I lifted my head and blew softly on her pussy as she lay there
panting and gasping and slowly unclenching all of her muscles. It
was fascinating to watch. I couldn't help wondering if that DVD
had actually aroused her. Some of those, no, most of those rapes
had been very brutal. There had never been any indication that
she was turned on by that kind of thing. I didn't say anything,
but I was going to be watching her closely for a while. 

Sharon lifted my head and smiled down at me and said, "That was
the best ever Mike. God I love you! Thanks baby. How do you want
it? Would you like to fuck me or would you like me to suck your
cock?"

That was another thing that I was noticing. She had never used
the words fuck and cock in her life as far as I can tell. She was
using them now and it didn't even seem like she was aware of it.

I crawled up beside her and said, "If you aren't too tired I
would really like another one of those fantastic blowjobs."

She grinned and said, "My pleasure baby. Any time, any place, all
you have to do is ask. I love sucking your cock."

Cool! Well, I mean it was totally out of character for her, but
what man wouldn't like to hear that sentence come from his wife's
mouth?

After my initial, and I suppose typical male response, I found
myself worrying about the changes that Sharon was going through
because of the horrible things that were happening. I didn't
doubt for a second that I would continue to love her no matter
how she changed. But despite the exciting skills she was
developing I already missed my sweet, demure young wife. Her
newly developing language skills were so out of character for
her. I'm not sure how I feel about that change.

On the other hand, she was dealing with what seemed to me to be
an intolerable situation much better than I would have guessed
that she could. If she can get through this with her sanity and
the only side effect is this new vocabulary she is exhibiting
then that will be fine with me. 

My main concern is that we survive. I still cringe when I
remember how she was last Sunday. I was really afraid that she
wasn't going to come around after what had happened to us. But
after the abuse she had received this afternoon when we came home
from work and they made us watch that DVD while she was forced
once more to suck those two men off I think that she may have
reached some sort of mental compromise with herself. If that's
what it takes then it's fine with me.

That was about as far as I got on that train of thought before
Sharon had licked and kissed her way down my body to my crotch.
My mind went blank as her tongue moved over my balls and after
licking and kissing them for a few minutes she licked her way up
my cock. For just a second I felt a little self-conscious as I
thought about how I compared to those large cocks that she had
recently been introduced to. But that disturbing thought was
driven from my mind by the pleasure as her lips wrapped around my
hard shaft and slid all of the way down. She slid her lips down
slowly and the effect was incredible. It felt like my cock was
sinking into a soft, wet, warm vagina. 

Until last Saturday, Sharon would, with much less enthusiasm than
she exhibited now, take my cock into her mouth. But she never
took more than about two inches of it and it was always apparent
that it made her uncomfortable. I don't mean to say that she
purposefully made it less pleasant, less exciting than it could
have been. I still enjoyed those few minutes that she would hold
my cock in her mouth and move her lips up and down, carefully
avoiding touching me with her tongue any more than necessary.

Now though, her mouth engulfed my entire organ and she used her
tongue wantonly and moaned in pleasure. I never imagined that it
could be like this! This was incredible. And now I didn't have to
worry that I would lose control and ejaculate in her mouth. She
wanted me to! She was working hard to get me to cum in her mouth!
I may hate the situation we now found ourselves in, but damn! I
couldn't complain about this.

Until recently I used to pride myself on my ability to prolong
our lovemaking. Not so much oral sex, but intercourse. I was
always careful to make sex as pleasant for her as possible and I
always made sure that she had an orgasm when we had sex. 

But this new trick she had learned was more than I could stand. I
doubt if I lasted five minutes again this time. The sensations
she caused with her mouth were like nothing I had ever
experienced before. But I think what was even more exciting was
her new attitude about what she was doing. She honestly seemed to
be enjoying it as much as I did when I ate her pussy, and I loved
eating her pussy.

Just as I was about to fill her mouth with cum she reached under
me and pressed her finger against my anus. She didn't enter me,
but the pressure at that crucial time put me right over the edge.
No one had ever touched me there before, at least not until those
black men raped me last Saturday. However, unlike that evening,
this was incredibly exciting and as soon as her finger touched me
I totally lost control.

I opened my eyes after my orgasm passed and looked down to see
Sharon looking up at me and smiling with her mouth still holding
my cum. She swallowed slowly and then bent down and licked up a
last drop of cum from the end of my dick. Then she slid up my
body, caressing me with her breasts as she worked her way up and
then kissed me passionately.

I could taste my cum on her lips but for some reason it didn't
bother me at all. I suppose for the same reason that it no longer
bothered her. The things that we had been made to do lately had
inured me to that taste. I had the fleeting thought that it was
quite likely I would taste a lot more of it in the near future.
It was a good thing that I was getting used to it.

We cuddled up and went to sleep remarkably quickly considering
what was hanging over our heads tomorrow morning.

When I woke up the next morning Sharon was sitting up in bed. The
covers were down around her waist and she was naked from the
waist up. I watched her for a few minutes before she realized
that I was awake. She was sitting there staring at her hands
absently, not really seeing them. I wasn't sure if she was
sitting there worrying about what was going to happen to her
today or if she was trying hard to keep her mind blank and avoid
worrying about it.

She finally realized that I was awake and she gave me a nervous
smile and said, "Good morning."

I smiled back and reached out and held one of her hands and
squeezed it gently. I brought it to my lips and kissed it and
said, "I wish I could say something reassuring. I wish I could
protect you. I'm sorry Sharon. I guess I'm not much of a
husband."

She stopped smiling and in a loud, forceful voice she said, "If
you ever say that again I will slap you! We have already
discussed this. We are both victims in this and we both know that
it is my fault."

She slid back down in the bed beside me and put her arms around
my neck and said, "I don't expect you to reassure me or protect
me from those people. There is nothing that either of us can do.
Just hold me and promise me that when this is all over you will
still want to be with me."

I pulled her close and kissed her and I said, "You know that will
never change. I love you so much. I did right from the start. I
fell in love with you on our first date. You are so pretty and so
sexy and so smart. I don't have a clue why you chose me, but
you're trapped now. I'm not ever going to let you go."

She nestled her face in between my neck and my shoulder and in a
voice so small I almost couldn't hear her she said, "Not even if
you have to watch me with animals or any of the other terrible
things they might do to me? Oh god Mike! I'm so scared."

"I know baby," I responded. "I'm scared too. Not for me, I'm
scared for you. I can't tell you don't be scared or don't worry
or it will be okay. But I can promise you that you don't have to
worry about one thing. I will always love you. I will love you no
matter what they do to you or to me. That isn't ever going to
change."

We held each other tightly without speaking for a long time.
Finally I said, "We better go have some breakfast. We haven't
been eating much lately and I suspect that you will need your
strength."

She shook her head and said, "No honey. I can't eat. I just want
some coffee. Maybe a little valium on the side would be nice."

She was joking of course. She had to be held down and forced to
take a Tylenol when she was in pain. She hated to take pills. The
only pill she took without being coerced was her birth control
pill.

We got up and put our robes on and went out to the kitchen. I
tried to make coffee but she pushed me out of the way and said,
"I'll do that. I can't just sit there. Not now. Do you want
something to eat?"

I shook my head. I wasn't hungry either. I grabbed the cream and
sugar and put them on the table while she made coffee. I sat down
then and watched her move around the kitchen, making the coffee
and getting out a couple of cups. Her hands seemed reasonably
steady, but I could tell that she was scared.

We sat together at the kitchen table and we each had a couple of
cups of coffee. We didn't talk much, mostly we just stared at the
hands of the clock that seemed to be moving so damned quickly
towards ten o'clock. 

At nine o'clock we went and took a shower together. We took our
time and made it a romantic shower. There was a lot of touching
and kissing. Then we dried off and went into the bedroom. 

Sharon went into her closet while I was getting dressed and came
out with a strange look on her face. I looked at her and she
asked, "What does a woman wear to a rape Mike?"

If it wasn't so pitiful I might have laughed. I said, "Something
I don't like. That way it's no big deal if it's damaged."

She responded, "Okay, that makes sense. Go pick out something
that you don't like."

I went into her closet. I knew without even having to think about
it what I was going to pick. She had a matronly dress that I
absolutely hated. The dress was thick and plain and reached to
half way between her knees and her ankles. It looked like
something that my mother would wear. 

I brought it out and she smiled and said, "How did I know that
you were going to pick that one!"

I smiled and handed it to her and she asked, "What about
underwear?"

That took some thought. On the one hand, she didn't want to wear
any of her nice things. I thought about not wearing any but that
might be the wrong signal to send to those men. We decided on a
plain white bra and panty with no lace, no decorations at all.
They were both substantial and far too matronly for a very
attractive, twenty-three year old woman.

She dressed and put on a pair of flats and we went out to the
living room to wait. Rapists three and four returned right on
time. They came to the door and when I let them in they looked
Sharon over. When he saw what Sharon was wearing rapist number
four said, "You have to be kidding!"

Rapist number three chuckled and said, "No, that's okay. I think
that's perfect. I think the guys are gonna get a kick out of
it."

He told her to turn around and then he asked, "What are you
wearing under it?" 

Sharon described her underwear to him.

He grinned and said, "Show me."

She lifted the skirt and showed him her panties and then she
unbuttoned her dress and exposed her bra.

He chuckled again and said, "Perfect! Now, go back to your room
and take those shoes off and come back with your highest heels
on."

Sharon walked away, buttoning her dress back up as she went.
While she was gone I said, "She doesn't wear high heels. Her
highest ones are only about an inch."

Rapist number three said, "Then they will have to do. She will be
dressing a lot differently pretty soon anyway."

Sharon was back in two minutes with her highest heels. They were,
as I had guessed, one inch heels. 

When she returned to the room the men turned and went back
outside with us following behind. I locked the front door and
rapist three took my keys and handed them to rapist four without
a word. Then we followed them to their SUV.

They let us sit together in the back and we held hands and stared
out the window as we were driven through town and arrived at a
strip club on the other side of town. As we pulled up in front of
the place Sharon squeezed my hand so hard it hurt. Then she let
my hand go and held her fingers over her temples for a couple of
seconds.

It was still early and the club wasn't open yet. The parking lot
was almost empty. We parked by the door and I noticed that Sharon
stumbled briefly as we got out. Rapist four grabbed her and
steadied her for a second, then released her and Sharon and I
followed rapist number three inside with rapist number four
following behind.

It was dark and musty inside. There were several young women
getting the place ready to open. I saw them glance up and then
down quickly, as if they had an idea of what was going on. There
was another attractive young woman on the stage practicing some
kind of erotic dance. There was a man on stage with her
choreographing her dance. He was instructing her in the most
vulgar terms as she attempted to move her body as he demanded. He
sounded exasperated. I assumed that the girl he was trying to
instruct did not take to exotic dancing easily.

I looked away and followed rapist three through the bar and into
an office in the back. The office was surprisingly large and
plush. The main room that we had just passed through was what you
might expect of an old, run-down strip club, though I had never
been in one and couldn't say for sure. The office, on the other
hand, was almost opulent by comparison.

Rapists one and two were in the office as we entered. Rapist one
was behind the desk, as if to confirm our suspicions that he was
the man in charge. There was a bank of video monitors behind him
and most of one wall was one way glass, permitting a view of the
entire main room of the strip joint.

We were led to a large leather sofa and pushed back onto it
roughly. The man behind the desk was watching us and grinning. 

He got up and came around his desk and leaned back against it and
looked down at us. He chuckled and said, "You sure are a snappy
dresser Sharon. I bet your underwear is just as sexy as your
dress is, isn't it."

Sharon's voice quivered slightly but she answered, "I was told
that I wouldn't be wearing my clothing for very long. I didn't
see any point in dressing well."

I heard rapist number two say, "She got you there Jeff."

The leader, Jeff, replied, "Yeah Chuck, but I can promise that
I'm going to get her in the end."

All four of them laughed at that.

He turned his attention back to Sharon and said, "I heard from
Ron and Gene that you remembered how to suck cocks the way we
taught you. That's good. I'm glad to see that you can be trained.
You are going to find that you have a lot to learn."

After a pause he said, "I suppose that you are wondering what is
going to happen to you."

He didn't wait for a response. He said, "Did you see those women
out front when you came in? They are all here for the same reason
that you are. They don't have any choice. I save a fortune on
overhead that way. I get a handful of pretty young women by the
short and curlies like I did you two. They come in here and they
work for free. They serve drinks, they dance, they give lap
dances and they put out and it's all pure profit."

"And when they aren't in here being nice to my customers," he
continued, "they are over at another place I own making little
movies for me. Nice, sexy movies like the one you made last
weekend."

He stared down at us with a gloating look on his face and then he
said, "You are going to have a hard time of it for a while
Sharon. You're a pretty little thing. You are going to be very
popular, especially while you still have that hunted look in your
eyes. Men like that. It turns them on, especially in here. This
is a private club and our members are screened carefully. We only
accept new members when they are referred to us by a current
member and vouched for strongly. All of our members are aware of
the fact that the girls are working here against their will and
that they hate it. They wouldn't have it any other way."

"Oh, and besides working here and making movies we also have
little parties from time to time where you will have to
entertain. You know what I mean by entertain, right?"

Sharon's face was white. He had just confirmed all of our worst
fears. She shuddered and then she nodded her head. 

He saw her fear, it was obvious. I saw him staring at her face
and I couldn't help noticing that he was getting a hard on just
from looking at the fear she couldn't help showing. 

He ordered her to stand up and then he ordered me to stand up and
undress her. I got to my feet and my hands were shaking as I
started to turn her to face me. He stopped me and told me to
stand behind her and undress her.

I moved up behind her and I could see all four men watching in
amusement as once again I undressed my wife for the pleasure of
other men. It didn't take nearly long enough to remove the three
garments that she was wearing. When she was down to just her
shoes, Jeff picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.  When
someone answered he said, "She'll be coming out in a minute. Get
the camera ready." 

Then he hung up and said, "Sharon, there is a convenience store a
couple of doors down from here. I need a pack of gum. I want you
to go outside and turn to your left. Go down to that convenience
store and get me some gum."

Sharon stared at him in disbelief for a second and he suddenly
yelled, "Don't make me repeat myself bitch! Go!"

She turned to me and started to ask me for some money but he
suddenly slapped her hard on the butt and said, "Are you going or
do I need to call the dog handlers?"

She turned to face him and in a voice shaking with terror she
said, "I don't have any money!"

He laughed and said, "Then you better work something out when you
get there." He raised his hand as if to slap her and she cringed
and turned to leave. 

We all watched her rush out and we stared through the one way
glass as she rushed through the club wearing only her shoes. She
hesitated at the door that led outside. After a short pause I saw
her suddenly step outside and disappear. 

Jeff turned back to me. He said, "I suppose that you are
wondering what you are doing here. Well, first, it amuses me and
my customers to torment my playthings in front of their husbands.
That's why I always pick married women. You will be helping out
and co-starring in the movies when she is working at the studio.
And when she is working here at the club you will be on duty at
the door to her cubicle taking money from her clients and
watching her as she works the floor. I will have people watching
you to make sure that you keep watching."

I kept glancing nervously at the door, watching for Sharon to
return. It seemed to be taking a very long time.

Jeff chuckled and said, "You are probably wondering how long you
will be forced to be my toys. Well, that varies. It depends on
how much fun I am having fucking with you and of course how much
money you are making for me is an important factor. But to be
honest, I have lots of money now. I don't do this so much for the
money anymore as I do it because it turns me the fuck on to have
an attractive young yuppie couple to play with. I saw where you
were looking earlier. You saw me getting a hard on when I was
looking at the fear in your pretty little wife's face. When I am
done fucking around with you, when you begin to bore me, then you
will be able to go back to your boring little lives only a little
the worse for wear. If that's what you want."

He ordered me to go to the bar and get the four of them a drink.
No one asked for anything in particular so I assumed that the
bartender would know what they drank and I left without even
asking them what they wanted. 

I saw the guy behind the bar watching me approach and start
making drinks. I stood at the bar waiting while he watched me
with an evil grin plastered on his face. He placed the drinks on
a tray but didn't hand it to me right away. He was a big guy. He
looked a lot like the stereotypical biker. He had tattoos all up
and down his arms and on his neck. His neck was nearly as big
around as my waist. 

He leaned towards me and said, "I love it when you pansies and
your wives come in on your first day. That's always the most fun.
I'm going to fuck her too you know. Every guy that works here is
going to fuck her, not just most of the customers. By the time
the boss gets tired of her ass she will probably have fucked a
couple of hundred men. Not just once either. They are going to
keep coming back in to fuck her again.  Hell, she's a looker. She
could end up fuckin' twice that many guys! She looked like she
had a tight cunt too. I could tell by the way she walked. I'm
really going to enjoy sticking my dick in her and fucking her in
front of you."

I didn't say anything. There wasn't anything that I could say. I
just waited until he placed the tray on the bar and as I was
walking away he said, "You have a pretty cute ass too. I just
might fuck you one of these days when I'm feeling real horny,
faggot!"

I shuddered in fear and revulsion and carefully carried the tray
back to the office. I went around and offered the tray to each of
the four rapists and they took their drinks and went back to the
conversation they were having when I walked in. It didn't seem to
have anything to do with me or Sharon so I just ignored them and
my mind tried to digest the things that Jeff had told me. It was
even worse than we had imagined. Maybe it was time to consider
some kind of drastic action after all.

Just then I saw movement and looked up to see Sharon come rushing
in the front door. She hesitated inside the door of the club and
then walked quickly back towards the office with her head down,
avoiding eye contact with anyone else in the room.

She came in through the office door and went to Jeff and handed
him a pack of gum. He looked at it and said, "This is the wrong
kind. I wanted..."

He saw the expression on Sharon's face and he broke out laughing
so hard that he couldn't finish his sentence. He and his three
accomplices laughed heartily for a long time before he said,
"Never mind. I suppose this will do."

Sharon sighed deeply and Jeff said, "How did it go?"

Sharon had studiously avoided looking at me since she got back
with the gum. She kept her head down and answered, "It was
humiliating. It was horrible, just like you knew it would be.
That's why you sent me out there, to humiliate me."

He smiled and said, "That's true, in a round-about way. I sent
you out there because humiliating you turns me the fuck on. Now
tell me what happened."

Sharon responded, "I went out and went down to the store you sent
me to. When I went in there were several men inside waiting to
buy something or looking around. They saw me come in and they all
stared at me as I went and got in line. The man behind me started
playing with my ass as I waited my turn. I tried to bat his hand
away but he kept putting it back and finally I just gave up. The
son of a bitch played with my ass until it was my turn to be
waited on."

She paused while the four men chuckled and then she continued.
"When I finally got up to the counter I discovered that the clerk
was a Muslim and he called me a bunch of dirty names and refused
to let me have a pack of gum. One of the men that was crowded
around me said, 'I'll get you a pack of gum little lady, for a
price.' I figured that was what you had in mind so I shook my
head. He bought a pack of gum and put it in his pocket and then
he grabbed my arm and led me out to his pickup truck. He climbed
into the cab of his truck and put his seat back and I had to
stand in the parking lot and lean in and suck his cock while he
squeezed my nipples as if he was trying to take them home with
him. While I was sucking him someone else came up behind me and
fucked me from behind. I don't know who. He finished fucking me
and left before I ever saw him. Then the guy in the truck came
and after I swallowed his cum he gave me the gum. Then he patted
my head and drove off laughing."

Jeff laughed and said, "I can't wait to see the film. Now get
down on your knees where you fucking belong, cunt!"

Sharon dropped to her knees in front of him and he unfastened his
belt and opened his pants and pulled his big cock out. Then he
said, "Here girl!" as if calling a dog. 

Sharon moved closer and took his cock into her mouth. The
blowjobs that she had given me didn't keep her in practice for
swallowing that large organ of his, but she had gotten some
practice yesterday with rapists three and four, Ron and Gene, so
she didn't have too much trouble taking his big cock down her
throat. 

At least this time they weren't so rough on her. As she went
around to each of the four men in the room in the same order as
last time they just sat back and let her to all the work. It took
her about forty or fifty minutes to get them all off. 

Jeff waited until she was done, watching her nude body at work,
and then he said, "You two go out front now. I want you to go to
the bar and give the bartender, Danny, a shot at you. Then he'll
have one of the girls take you to your cubicle and tell you what
will be happening to you tonight. When you have that straight
then you can fill her in on our little conversation Mike. Go on,
get out."

I stood up and grabbed Sharon's clothes and we went out to the
bar. Danny saw us coming and he got that evil smile back on his
face. He directed me to sit on a barstool and he lifted up a
section of the bar and pulled Sharon in behind the bar with him.
He pulled her to the section of the bar in front of me and bent
her over the bar. Her face was right in front of me. She finally
looked up at me with a look of desperation that tore my heart
out. 

I heard the bartender dropping his pants and I saw Sharon jump as
his hands started roaming over her body. She jumped again and
grunted and I knew that he had entered her from behind. He
started fucking her slowly at first and all the while he was
staring me right in the face. As he fucked her he started
commenting on how much he liked her body and how hot and wet her
cunt was and how he couldn't wait until he had more time so that
he could plow her ass while I held her head in my arms and kissed
her. He explained that he wasn't much into foreplay so that would
be my job.

Then he said, "I'm really enjoying this faggot, but I have to get
back to work so why don't you go ahead and give your hot ass wife
a nice sexy kiss while I fill her cunt with cum."

I leaned town and Sharon turned her head up to kiss me. I saw
that her cheeks were wet with tears and it made me want to cry. I
thought that would just make it worse for her though, so I forced
myself to keep it under control. We kissed lightly on the lips at
first and then I felt her tongue come out and tease my lips. I
was surprised, but I met her tongue with my own and the kiss
became more passionate as the time passed. It was getting harder
to maintain mouth to mouth contact because the bartender was
fucking her violently now, but I reached up and held her head in
my hands gently and we kissed until he swore obscenely and forced
his cock into her several more times with incredible violence. 

He finally pulled his cock out of her and grabbed a handful of
her hair. He pulled her face down and I heard her sucking his
cock clean as he stood their smiling at me, enjoying the pain on
my face. He let her up finally and said, "You look jealous
faggot. Maybe next time I'll let you suck my cock clean after I
fuck your wife."

I probably disappointed him when I didn't react, because he
turned away immediately and looked around the room. I followed
his gaze and saw that there were now almost a dozen young women
in the room. They were all studiously ignoring what was happening
at the bar. 

Danny yelled out, "Hey! Kelly! Come get this cunt and take her to
her room. Make sure you tell her the facts of life."

I didn't know what time it was now or what time this place
opened. I could see that it was almost in readiness though. The
chairs were all off the tables and everything was clean. The
women were going around lighting the candles on the tables. I
noticed that they all looked nervous and uncomfortable. Some of
them even looked fearful, including Kelly.

Kelly came over and said, "Come with me." Then she turned and
walked away. 

We followed her to the back of the large room. The back wall had
more than a dozen small doorways with a gauzy curtain hanging on
a rod for what little privacy that might provide. Kelly led us to
the first room, the one closest to the tables where the customers
would be sitting. We stepped inside and I saw a small cot which
took up most of the space in the cubicle. There was a washstand
and on a shelf under it there was a stack of small, folded towels
and underneath that a bucket for the used towels. The only other
thing in the room was a straight chair in the corner.

I could stretch my arms out and almost touch both walls.

Kelly invited us to sit on the bed but in a very despondent voice
Sharon said, "I need to clean up."

Kelly poured a little water from a pitcher into the bowl on the
washstand and handed Sharon a small washcloth. She blushed at
having to perform such a personal task in front of me and a girl
she had never met before, but she cleaned herself as well as she
could and then sat down.

Kelly sat in the straight chair and said, "Just so you know, all
of these cubicles are wired for sound and have several hidden
cameras filming everything we do in them."

Sharon nodded. I just sat there numbly and tried to listen. I
didn't even try to spot the cameras. Of course they would be
filming!

Kelly said, "We all work here for the same reason. We got drugged
one night while we were out with our husbands and performed any
number of outrageous sex acts with the four men in the front
office and varying numbers of their friends and pets. I can see
that you are aware of how that works."

We nodded and waited for her to continue.

She looked just as despondent as we were. 

"First of all," Kelly said, "I know how you must feel, but there
is hope. You are here because they got tired of one of the girls
and let her and her husband go last week."

"After how long?" I asked.

She sighed deeply and said, "Almost eight months."

Sharon and I looked at each other. Eight months! There was no way
we could put up with this for that long!

Kelly said, "I have to tell you what your jobs are and what the
rules are." She looked at me and said, "Your job, unless somebody
tells you something different, is to stand outside of that door
and take money from the men that want to have sex with your
wife." She pointed to a small sign on the wall and said, "There
is the menu of services she has to provide and the price for each
service."

I looked at the price list. I was to charge the men that wanted
to use my wife twenty-five dollars for a blowjob, forty dollars
for vaginal sex and seventy-five dollars for anal sex. 

Kelly said, "I would strongly advise you not to hold out any of
the money. They don't have a sense of humor and like I said,
everything you do is being recorded."

She continued, "There will be other men who get to have sex with
you. They will have a special token from the boss. They get to do
whatever they want."

She turned to me and said, "If you know what's good for you, you
don't come in here when she is with a customer unless the
customer orders you to. I don't care if she starts screaming
bloody murder. You stand outside that door and try to pretend
that she is screaming in pleasure."

She looked at me to make sure I was paying attention and then she
went on.

"For the first week you will be serving drinks when you aren't in
here with a customer. You will also be giving lap dances to the
guys out front. If a guy wants a lap dance you take his money, it
costs twenty dollars, and you straddle him and rub your tits in
his face and your pussy on his cock and let him do any damn thing
he wants with his hands. This is not so much a strip club as a
whore house with dancing. The rules aren't the same. At least so
I'm told. I've never been to a strip club."

Sharon said, "We haven't either."

Kelly shrugged and said, "While you are out there serving drinks
you are going to be pawed all night. All you can do is let them.
You can't say no to anyone in here. If they do something that is
against the rules you have to let them. Whatever it is it's
between them and management. You just do what any man tells you
all night long."

"In a week or two, there's no set time, that guy you saw giving
Beverly her dance lesson when you came in will teach you a dance
routine. Once you have had a couple of days to practice it you
will be required to dance on stage a couple of times a night."

"I should warn you, in case Jeff didn't tell you; the customers
in here are regulars. This is a private club and they are all
members. They come in all the time. They know that we are here
against our will and they love it. They love it even more when a
new girl comes in and I can promise you, especially as pretty as
you are, you are going to get fucked half to death in the next
couple of weeks. Oh yeah, speaking of fucking, the wearing of
condoms is left up to the customer. You aren't even allowed to
say the word."

Sharon asked, "Do we have to come here every night?"

Kelly said, "No. You will get a schedule. Usually you work here
five nights a week. But then there are the movies or the parties.
Sometimes you go make a movie or work a party instead of working
here. Party is just another way of saying gangbang in case there
was any confusion in your minds about that. But sometimes they
make you come in on your day off to make a movie or do a party."

"What about my job?" Sharon asked.

Kelly replied, "They normally leave us alone when we are supposed
to be at our day jobs. You'll be going to work tired from now on
because you'll be getting home so late, but they usually leave
our jobs out of this. They are going to make you wear nothing but
slut clothes from now on, even to work. I don't know what kind of
work you do or how that will affect your job."

"There are exceptions. Sometimes something comes up and they make
us call in sick and sometimes you are so sore the next day that
you can't work, unless you have an easy job. I have had to call
in sick a couple of times." 

"In the next day or two they will have one of us girls take you
shopping. It is going to be a terrible experience. There will be
a cameraman following along and you will have to try on a lot of
slutty clothes and even smuttier underwear, usually with the
fitting room door held wide open. One of the places that we
always get taken is to an adult book store that sells slutty
clothes. I heard a rumor that Jeff owns that too but I can't say
for sure. The place doesn't have a changing room. You try on
clothes right in the middle of a store full of horny old men.
I'll let you imagine what that leads to."

Kelly said, "I think that's about it. Do either of you have any
questions?"

Sharon asked, "What about the movies? What do they do with
them?"

Kelly responded, "They have a list of private buyers for them.
They aren't for sale to the general public or posted on the
internet or anything. That's the upside. The downside is that
from time to time we have to service the men on the buyer list.
They see a movie and get the hots for one of us and call up Jeff.
Jeff works it all out and we have to go entertain one of his
clients. I don't want to dredge up any bad memories, but I
suppose that like the rest of us you have been filmed with an
animal. Sometimes the client doesn't want to fuck you. He wants
to rent you to have sex with an animal while he watches, usually
with a few friends. Sometimes they fuck you first and just let
you go home after the animal fucks you, sometimes they fuck you
afterwards. Sometimes they just watch and send you home."

Sharon asked, "Is there a lot of that? With the animals I mean?"

At first Kelly shrugged noncommittally, then she seemed to sag
and she nodded her head. "Yeah, it happens a lot. Apparently
there are a lot of guys that dig that shit and not very many
pretty women that will do it if they aren't being blackmailed.
And you have to remember that they know we are doing it against
our will. That excites them, making us do it and knowing how much
we hate it."

Kelly stood up and Sharon whispered, "I don't think I can do
this."

Kelly reached out and smoothed Sharon's hair down gently and
quietly said, "We all felt the same way. We all hate it. But we
don't have any choice. I don't know of anyone that has gotten out
of it yet, not until they were done with her. I don't want to
scare you any more than you already are, but I have to warn you.
They have had to make an example out of a girl who didn't do what
she was told a couple of months ago. I don't want to go into
detail. It was the most horrible thing that I have ever seen, and
I have seen a lot of horrible things since I started here. Trust
me. You don't want to piss them off."

She looked down at Sharon. The tears were starting again and she
said, "Oh yeah, you always have to smile. Even if it is totally
fake, you have to smile. I mean it kid. If they see you crying it
just gets worse."

She left then and Ron came in with a piece of paper. He handed it
to me and said, "This is your cunt's schedule. We'll let you know
when your shopping expedition comes up and who is going to take
you. Jeff is looking at the schedule now. I suggest you stand up
and wash your face and paste a phony smile on it. You have about
five minutes before the customers start arriving. Get out there
and see Danny to get your table assignment. You'll only have four
tables to take care of for a while, until you get used to it.
When one of the other girls is back here putting out you will
have to see to some of her tables too. But except for that you
just worry about four tables. Now get your sweet ass out there
bitch."

Sharon left and Ron showed me where I was to stand until the club
closed. He explained that except for tonight the club closed at
one in the morning. This being a Saturday though, the club was
allowed to stay open until three in the morning. 

I stood where Ron indicated and I noticed the other husband's for
the first time. There were thirteen of them standing beside the
other doors that lined the wall. I saw several of them glance my
way and turn away quickly.

Ron said, "You are to stand here and take money and be polite to
the men that fuck your wife. You don't have to smile. The guys
get a kick out of how much you hate it. You are not allowed to
move unless you are ordered to do so. You are not allowed to talk
to any of the other husbands. Do you know the prices to charge
the customers who want to fuck your cunt?"

I nodded. 

Ron smiled and said, "Remember, when she isn't in that room
having sex you are to watch her out on the floor at all times.
There are cameras on you and they will be monitored, especially
for the first few weeks."

He turned and walked away and I looked out into the club to see
that Sharon had been assigned four tables right near me. Near
enough that when the music and the yelling weren't too loud I
would be able to hear the things the men say to her and watch up
close the things that they do to her.

This was obviously a pretty popular place. It seemed to be
filling up fast. I found out later that unlike most strip clubs
the prices for the drinks here were kept low, lower than most
regular bars. The money in this place was made from selling sex
not alcohol and they made more money by keeping the customers
turned on and lubricated.

It wasn't long before Sharon's tables began to fill up. Every man
she got close to as she took drink orders and delivered drinks
groped some part of her body. She was often being groped by two
men at a time. Most of them knew that tonight was her first night
and they were having a good time tormenting her. She was
constantly being pulled down into some man's lap and roughly felt
up and kissed. 

It wasn't fifteen minutes before she had to perform her first lap
dance. It wasn't so much a dance as he used her to masturbate
with as his hands wandered her body freely. She had a weak
attempt at a smile pasted on her face at all times, except when
she was screeching in pain from a large finger being shoved up
her ass or someone pulling her around using her pubic hair or her
nipples as handles.

It was probably ten minutes after she had performed her first
degrading lap dance that I saw her leading a large, ugly,
overweight old man back to her little cubicle. Sharon passed
through into the cubicle without looking at me. The customer
smiled at me and said, "What's your name hubby?"

I responded, "Mike."

He smiled wide and said, "Well Mike, I understand that I am going
to be the first customer to fuck your wife. She's a hot little
piece of ass, isn't she Mike? I tell you what Mike. I'm going to
climb all over that sweet little pussy of hers Mike. So when you
hear her crying out in pleasure you just ignore it, okay?"

I mumbled, "Yes sir."

He handed me two twenty dollar bills and patted me on the cheek
and said, "Thanks for bringing her in Mike. I do love that young
stuff."

There were some catcalls from the table where Sharon's first
customer had been sitting. His friends making obscene comments
and offering some pretty nasty advice.

I just stared at the floor as he pushed past me and entered the
little cubicle, leaving the curtain wide open. The music was
playing loudly and there was a girl dancing on the stage. I
suppose this shouldn't be called a strip club. The girls were all
naked all night long. She didn't do a strip tease. She started
out with no clothes on and did a series of moves that were
somewhere between erotic and obscene. I could see from the
woman's face that she hated what she was doing just as much as
Sharon did.

Despite the music and the catcalls from the audience I could hear
sounds from the cubicle behind me. I heard the man who had just
entered her cubicle telling Sharon how much he was going to enjoy
fucking her as he took his pants off. I heard the sound of him
taking his pants off. I heard him groan as he entered her and I
heard him comment on how much he loved her pussy.

Soon I heard the sound of his hands slapping her flesh and her
grunts as he plowed his cock into her. Some of the people from
the nearest tables could see into the room. I tried not to
imagine what they were seeing.

I watched one of the other women leading a man past me towards
her own cubicle. They stopped and stared at my wife and her first
customer for a moment before moving on. 

I was startled several minutes after the man inside began using
my wife when I heard him call out, "Hey Mikey! Get our ass in
here!"

I took a deep breath to try and calm myself and turned to enter
the cubicle. Sharon was on her hands and knees on the bed and the
man was on his knees behind her with his cock still buried in her
pussy.

He watched me as my eyes took in the scene before me and it was
obvious that the pain he was causing me was turning him on. He
smiled and said, "Mikey, reach into my pants over there and hand
me my wallet."

I walked over to the straight chair in the corner and as I dug
through the man's pants he explained, "I was just going to have
some of this nice tight pussy tonight, but when I saw that almost
unused little pink ass hole I just had to get me some of that."

I handed him his wallet and he took out the additional money that
was required to fuck my wife's ass and handed it to me. As I
turned to leave he said, "Don't leave yet Mikey. I need you to do
something else for me. Do you see that tube of lube over there by
the washbowl? Bring that over here."

He could have reached it from where he was. He was just trying to
humiliate me. It was working. I picked up the lube and tried to
hand it to him but he wouldn't take it. He said, "No Mikey, my
hands are busy. I need you to lube up your little wife's ass for
me. Get it nice and slick for me man. I don't want to hurt
myself."

He leaned back, but he left his hard cock buried in Sharon's
pussy as I squeezed out some of the lube and spread it around her
asshole so that this fat old man could rape her. As I spread the
lube around he said, "Make sure you get plenty of it inside of
her."

I put more of it on my finger and as gently as possible I pushed
it inside of her and worked my finger in and out a few times,
pushing more of the cream inside. 

I could feel his hard cock through the thin membrane that
separated it from my finger and he obviously could feel my finger
moving in and out of my wife's ass. He moaned in what I assumed
was fake pleasure and said, "Oh yeah Mikey. You do that good.
Have you had a lot of experience playing with real men's cocks?"

I didn't even look up at him. I just shook my head and pulled my
hand away. I started to leave again but he said, "I need you to
do one more thing for me Mikey. I need you to help me get my cock
into the bitch's ass."

He finally pulled his cock out of her pussy with an obscene, wet
sound and said, "Grab hold of my cock Mikey boy and feed it into
her ass for me like a good boy."

I was shaking with fury as I reached down and took his cock in my
hand. It was probably about seven inches long but, thankfully,
not all that fat. I lined the head of his cock up with the pink
little orifice that he intended to rape and as he pushed it into
her she cried out in pain and I quickly dropped my hand. 

I didn't want to watch, but I couldn't help seeing his cock sink
slowly into Sharon's abused body. Her grunts and her painful
cries rang in my ears as I returned to my post outside the door.

I kept my head down but I looked around the room discreetly.
There were a handful of men nearby watching the man fuck my wife
through the open doorway. They were laughing and staring and
making obscene comments about Sharon and the sexy way her tits
were bouncing around as he fucked her ass so violently. They were
also making demeaning comments about me, but I didn't care about
that.

I tried to ignore them. I glanced up at the stage again. That
poor woman was still up there, stretched out backwards now over a
padded armchair and holding her pussy open and masturbating for
the amusement of the men who were watching. There was a patina of
sweat covering her body as she neared her climax. I could see the
pain in her eyes and I was reasonably certain that it would not
be a real orgasm. I watched her though and it was pretty
convincing, except for the look in her eyes.

I saw women all around the club being pawed and being forced to
climb into men's laps and amuse them. They were all young,
beautiful women with fantastic bodies, but they all had the same
look in their eyes. 

It made me wonder how this could go on. How could so many young
couples allow themselves to be victimized like this? I suppose,
like me and Sharon, they felt that they had no choice. 

I also wondered about the audience. There must be more than a
hundred and fifty men in here now. It was Saturday night and the
place was packed. How could this many men know what was going on
in here and not say anything to anyone. I saw the men coming in
and being passed through after showing their membership cards and
their driver's licenses. Are there really that many men in the
area who think that raping and sexually abusing women is
exciting?!

My attention was drawn back into the cubicle behind me as I heard
Sharon cry out in pain and the man that was raping her grunting
as he sped up and filled her ass with cum. I tried not to listen
as he told her what a hot piece of ass she was and got up off of
her. I heard her sobbing and I heard the wet sounds and the
disturbing sound of her gagging as she sucked his cock clean.

There was the rustle of clothing and the man sauntered out
proudly, pausing to pat me on the head and thank me for the use
of my wife before returning to his table and his friends.

Sharon followed a few minutes later, after cleaning herself up,
and went around taking orders for fresh drinks at her four
tables. She was forced to turn around and bend over a half a
dozen times so that men could examine her freshly fucked ass.
More than one of them forced a finger inside of her and then made
her suck it clean after they apparently checked to see how badly
she had been stretched out.

After she had returned from the bar with the latest drink orders
for all four tables she was brought back to the cubicle by
another customer. This man paid for oral sex and pushed Sharon
ahead of him into the cubicle. Like the first man he left the
curtain open. I wondered why they bothered to put the curtains
up. No one seemed to use them.

It went on all night long. From the time the club opened at one
in the afternoon until it closed at three in the morning I stood
at the entrance to that cubicle and watched my wife being handled
roughly and humiliated and abused by one man after another. When
she wasn't being bounced up and down in someone's lap at the
table, or roughly groped by customer after customer, she was in
the cubicle behind me being raped for money.

We were given two fifteen minute breaks that we could spend in a
small, relatively quiet little break room in the back, and a half
hour lunch break about half way through the fourteen hour shift.
We spent those inadequate rest periods together, quietly holding
hands. There was one other couple in there when we had our lunch
break at eight that evening. They sat in one corner of the room
and we sat in the other. No one spoke.

Sharon and I held each other quietly and I don't remember us
saying a single word to each other. The other couple left after
fifteen minutes and they were immediately replaced by another
young couple. Apparently our rest periods were staggered. Nobody
spoke. We didn't even look up as they came in. We were too
embarrassed. Apparently they were too.

When the long, humiliating, painful night finally ended Sharon
had performed oral sex on eight men. Five more had raped her
anally and twenty-three had fucked her vaginally. When the club
closed and I turned in the $1,495 I had collected from her
customers, and the $320 that I was holding for her that she had
made for doing twenty-dollar lap dances, they went to great pains
to tell me how many men had done what to her that night. I
assumed that they wanted me to know that people were, indeed,
watching our every move.

She had made them $1,895 tax free dollars by selling sex that
night. Round that off to $2,000 and multiply it by fourteen girls
and you can see why Jeff and his thugs do this. I calculated that
the club had made $28,000 from selling the sexual services of the
fourteen girls that night. 

The alcohol had flowed freely. I don't know how much they made on
the drinks but it must have been a substantial amount as well.
Then they had the movies of the girls being raped in the cubicles
and molested out front that were for sale to their voyeur
customers. God knows how much they raked in from that. 

The only thing they were doing that was above board and they had
to pay taxes on was the money they made selling drinks. I
wouldn't be surprised if they were making well over a hundred
thousand dollars a night in this place, mostly tax free. With a
little rounding off that comes to almost a million dollars a week
for this nasty little dive on the edge of town. And this is not
his only business.

Rapist number two, Chuck, had come to our, or rather Sharon's
cubicle to collect the money. As I was turning it over to him
Sharon had reached under her cot and pulled her clothes out and
was starting to dress.

Chuck glanced over at her and said, "Don't put those on. You
don't wear anything you own again until we are through with you.
I'll give you something to wear home tonight and you'll wear it
tomorrow when you go shopping. After that you wear only the
clothes we have bought for you until we cut you loose."

We waited while Chuck went down the line and collected the cash
from the other husbands and then we watched the other couples go
out into the main room and start cleaning up. We were both
exhausted and I hadn't even considered that we would have to get
the place cleaned up before we could leave.

Chuck came back in a few minutes and tossed a piece of wadded up
cloth at Sharon. She didn't put it on. He stood her up and bent
her over and I was forced to watch as she was fucked from behind
once more. It seemed so mechanical. He was just using her to
masturbate into. That seemed to make it even more dehumanizing.

After he came he pulled her around to suck his cock clean and
said, "You two go out there and help clean up. The faster you
work the sooner you can go home. When you are ready to leave you
can put that on and Ron will drive you home. Except for shopping
tomorrow you are off until Tuesday. If we need you before Tuesday
night someone will call you. On Tuesday you come here straight
from work and help the other girls get ready to open up.

After Chuck left we went out and started cleaning off tables with
the other couples. When the tables were cleared off and washed
down we put the chairs up and cleaned up the garbage on the floor
around them. A cleaning service came in every morning and cleaned
the floors. We just had to pick up the cigarette butts and
trash.

When Danny was satisfied he let everyone go. The women all went
to their cubicles and got dressed and came back out in various
slutty little outfits. I was taken aback when I saw Sharon. Chuck
had given her a tiny little chemise that was all but see-through
and a tinier pair of shorts that split her vulva in two and left
half of her ass uncovered. It might be alright for leaving here
at three o'clock in the morning but I couldn't imagine her
wearing it out tomorrow to go shopping.

Ron had been sitting at the bar watching and when he saw Sharon
come out with her slutty little outfit on he got up and we
followed him out to the SUV. He made Sharon get in the front
passenger seat and suck his cock all the way to our house. He
pulled up in front of the house and we had to wait until she got
him to cum. 

After she swallowed and sat up, Ron handed her the key to our
house. He said, "We made some copies of your house key. Every now
and then Jeff will send someone over for you to entertain.
Sometimes it will be just one man, sometimes more than that. It
won't happen often, mostly because you will be spending most of
your waking time at the club fucking the customers. But when it
does happen there had better not be any complaints. I'm not going
to make any specific threats, but you know what we are capable
of. Someone will call you tomorrow to tell you the shopping
plans. I don't know who it will be or where you will be going.
They may have you meet them somewhere or they may pick you up. Be
ready between ten and eleven tomorrow morning."

Sharon and I got out and hurried into the house. As soon as I
closed and locked the door Sharon turned to me and said, "Mike, I
could really use a very strong drink right now."

I held her in my arms and kissed her. I asked her, "Do you want
to take a quick shower while I make it or would you rather have
the drink first?"

She didn't even have to think about. She said, "If you can stand
to be around me, I need a fucking drink."

I kissed her again and said, "Get comfortable. I'll get it."

As I walked into the kitchen I thought that I was more tired than
I had ever been in my life. It had been a long, hard night and I
could not imagine how Sharon must feel. She suffered through so
much more than I did.

I made two very strong drinks and noted that the bottle which had
remained unopened for more than a year would have to be replaced
soon. I took the drinks back into the living room and it was
immediately obvious that Sharon had taken my invitation to get
comfortable to heart. She was sitting on the couch with her legs
up on the coffee table. She was totally naked. 

She was sitting with her head back and her eyes closed. When she
heard me coming she looked up and smiled and said, "My pussy was
trying to eat those shorts. It has had enough to eat tonight.
Speaking of which, how do you like me now?"

After she took her drink I sat down beside her and said, "I'm
exhausted. I had to stand in that same spot all night. It was
terrible. You think you had it rough, at least you got to move
around!"

She hit me and said, "You fuck!" 

She knew I was being facetious and she responded, "Okay
sweetheart, on Tuesday you work the room and I'll take the
money."

I put my arm around her and held her close and we sipped our
drinks in silence for a while.

After a while I said, "It was pretty bad, wasn't it?"

I didn't think that she was going to respond at first. But after
a few moments she said, "Yeah. It was pretty bad. I don't even
know which part I hated the most. The men at the tables were
really rough. They loved making me squeal. But god, the idea of
having sex with men for money like that! I never imagined that I
would ever be working as a prostitute. It is every bit as
degrading as I imagined it must be. I feel so sorry for those
poor women who are out there on the street doing this for a
living. I feel so dirty."

I said, "The disturbing thing is that that is what it is all
about. Their whole business revolves around raping and degrading
the women who they feel will be most harmed by being treated that
way. They feed off of the pain that they are causing us. It turns
them on. It's why all of those men go to that club. To abuse
women and rape them in front of their husbands."

Sharon said, "Do you remember that Kelly said something about a
woman being punished a couple of months ago?"

I nodded.

Sharon said, "I was talking to a woman in the ladies room and she
warned me too. She told me what they did to her. Jeff and his
three henchmen and a half a dozen of their pervert customers got
together for a little party at the club before it opened on a
Sunday. They called all the girls in to witness what they did.
They had her husband and two little girls brought in, her
daughters are six and eight years old. They made that poor woman
have sex with all of those men over and over while her family was
forced to sit nearby and watch. They didn't touch the little
girls, but they made the father clean her up the same way you had
to that first night. Those girls saw all of that."

"Those are some sick fucks!" I exclaimed. Then I asked, "Is that
woman still working there?"

Sharon shook her head. "The girl I was talking to said that she
thinks the husband committed suicide and they turned her loose.
She isn't certain though."

We had drained our drinks and I stood up and took Sharon's glass.
I asked if she wanted another but she shook her head and said,
"Let's go take a shower and go to bed."

I reached down and helped her to her feet and put my arms around
her. I kissed her gently for a moment and said, "I'll put these
glasses in the sink and meet you there."

When I got to our bedroom I heard the water running and I
undressed quickly. Sharon was still brushing her teeth when I
went into the bathroom. I noticed that the scratches on her back
were gone but for a few faint red lines.

I rubbed her shoulders gently while she brushed her teeth and
then we got into the shower and I soaped her up all over. I took
my time and went out of my way to make it feel good. I was
especially gentle around the areas that I knew would be sore, but
I cleaned those areas thoroughly as well. Then I washed my hair
while she soaped me up. It was after four in the morning and what
we were doing felt pretty good but we were both too tired to take
it to the next step. We were both anxious to get some sleep
before we had to get up and deal with the ordeal that was going
to be passed off as shopping for clothes.

We rinsed off and dried ourselves. As soon as we were dried off
we went straight to bed and even as traumatic as this night had
been we were so exhausted that we both fell asleep almost
instantly.

I had set my alarm for 9:30 the next morning. I didn't think that
there was any way that we would wake up on our own. I was right.
We didn't hear my alarm for almost ten minutes. We had only had
about four and a half hours sleep. That wasn't nearly enough to
compensate for what we had been through last night. 

We were really dragging when we finally got up. I put coffee on
while Sharon started the shower running and we took another quick
shower, more to wake up than because we needed a shower.

I dressed before going out for coffee. Sharon's little outfit was
still on the couch where she had left it last night. She left it
right where it was and sat at the table in the nude while we
drank our coffee. She was in no hurry to put it on. Those shorts
were just as uncomfortable as they looked.

The phone rang at 10:15 and it was a girl from the club. We
hadn't met her. Her name was Susan. She told us that she was on
the way over to pick us up. Sharon waited until we heard a car
out front to put her little outfit on. 

I answered the doorbell and invited Susan in for coffee but she
said that we had to get going. The cameraman would be meeting us
at the first store we were going to. She warned us that the whole
idea of this was going to be to embarrass and degrade us. We
might as well get used to that right off. 

We had already been made aware of that. I told Susan that we were
aware of some of the things that we could expect today and that
we wouldn't be any trouble. 

She looked relieved and said, "Come on. Let's go."

We went out to her car and once we were on the road she said,
"This is my neighbor's car. I borrowed it just in case. I wanted
to warn you of a few things that might not have come up yet.
There is a very good chance that your house is bugged. Those guys
seem to know things that they could not possibly know. We have
kind of figured out that they are bugging our homes. We aren't
sure about video, but we are almost certain that they have audio.
We don't know about our cars but just to be safe we don't say
anything that we don't want them to hear when we are in our cars
either."

She let that sink in and then she said, "Carol said she had a
chance to talk to you in the ladies room. We try to look out for
each other as much as we can. But no one is going to do anything
to piss off Jeff if we can help it. So watch your step. I heard
that you don't have kids. They have another way of punishing
women that piss them off. I didn't see it, but I heard about a
girl about a year ago that spent a week tied up in a urinal and
there is also a rumor about a girl that was delivered to one of
those homeless camps near an underpass at a nearby city. They
drove up and dropped her off naked and told the guys at the camp
to let her walk home in a week or two, whenever they were through
with her. I heard that she ended up with every venereal disease
known to man."

She went on to say, "These guys hate women. They are a bunch of
sick fucks and they get off on hurting us. I'm telling you all of
this because the last stop today will be at an adult book store.
That's always the last stop. Sometimes it gets pretty rough in
there. Please, whatever happens, don't say no to anyone. Don't
argue, don't fight them. Just do whatever they say."

She turned to me and said, "That means you too. I think they
really like it when someone fucks up. It gives them an excuse to
do those horrible things that make what we do on a daily basis
seem tame by comparison. Just keep telling yourself that it won't
last forever."

Susan pulled up in front of a store called Sweet Nothings and
parked. It was still only 11:30 on Sunday morning but there were
already a half a dozen cars parked in front of the store. There
was also a large black SUV. We pulled up next to the SUV and
Susan made us wait until the cameraman got out and was ready for
us.

While he was getting ready Susan said, "This is one of the places
we always take the new girls. The owner doesn't know that we are
being forced to do this. At least we don't think she knows. She
has given permission for the filming and since we get a new girl
at least once a month she is used to us coming in."

When the cameraman was ready he signaled us and we got out and
walked to the entrance. We went up one aisle and down another and
Susan picked out all the clothes. She started with a half dozen
light summer dresses for Sharon to wear to work. They were
unbelievably short and had low necklines, exposing far too much
cleavage. They were also very thin. I was concerned about how
much of Sharon was going to be visible when she wore those
dresses. Sharon was concerned too. She looked at Susan and said,
"These are very pretty. But I'm not sure that I can get away with
wearing them to work."

Susan just shot her a nervous look and Sharon said, "I'm not
refusing. I'm not even complaining. As I said, they are very
pretty. I just don't know what my supervisor will say."

Susan whispered, "You better fuck him or suck him or do whatever
else it takes to convince him, because these are what you'll have
to wear from now on. And I'm warning you now, the only thing
you'll be allowed to wear under these dresses are tiny little
thongs. You'd better get comfortable in them. These are going to
be the most conservative clothes that you are allowed to wear for
the foreseeable future."

Susan handed the dresses to me and we continued on. She picked
out several micro miniskirts, a couple of which were slit all the
way up the side. By all the way I mean all the way to the
waistband!

There were several pairs of shorts that were very similar to the
pair that Sharon was wearing now. Then came a selection of tops.
There were several nice blouses. They were stylish and would have
looked just fine over a slip, or under a jacket. They were all
but transparent, but very expensive. 

Susan then began picking from a large selection of crop tops,
most of which had obscene writing on them, and halter tops that
displayed far too much flesh. Sharon hadn't tried them on yet,
but from the looks of them I had a serious question about whether
or not some of them would be legal if worn in public.

My arms were getting full, even though the garments being
selected seemed to be made from very little material. We made one
more stop before heading for the changing rooms. Susan picked out
a dozen tiny thongs. They were no more than tiny patches of cloth
that would only just barely cover Sharon's slit. Some of them
were colorful but transparent. I was concerned that rather than
cover her privates they would serve only to draw attention to
them.

When the underwear selection was complete we headed for the
changing rooms. The first four booths didn't even have doors on
them. Susan took the clothes from me and hung them on an empty
rack and sent Sharon into one of the booths with no door to
undress. 

There were several men standing nearby waiting for their wives or
girlfriends to try on something in the booths with doors. They
were immediately drawn to the show that Sharon was putting on.

They saw the cameraman recording everything and I heard the owner
explain to a curious customer that she was filming a commercial
for the Playboy Channel. That was all that he needed to hear. The
crowd around us grew quickly.

After Sharon was naked Susan handed her one of the tiny thongs to
put on. When she had it on she was told to step out and model it.
It was just as I feared. It covered nothing. It only added a
splash of bright color which drew the eye.

Sharon had spent most of last night naked and being sexually
assaulted in that club she was being forced to work in. But
although she wasn't being molested here in the store she seemed
to be more embarrassed, I think because these were just plain
folks. The crowd that was gathered around watching her was not
the type of scum she had encountered in the club, they were the
kind of people that lived all around us and worked with us.
Somehow that increased her discomfort level, and mine too.

Once Sharon had modeled the thong she was given one of her new
work dresses to put on. There was no denying that it was
beautiful. It was sexy and stylish and the material was obviously
expensive. 

It was also the shortest dress she had ever worn. The hemline was
less than two inches below her crotch. As she stepped out of the
booth and turned around slowly, even in the dim light of the
store I could see the bright patch of the thong that covered her
slit and when her back was to me I could see the string that
disappeared between the cheeks of her ass.

When she had turned all the way around I stared at the area
between her legs and I wasn't sure if I could actually see her
slit or not. I had a feeling though that when she got to the
office tomorrow with the bright lights in there, the people at
work would be able to see every nook and cranny of her creamy
body.

She tried on dress after dress and the result was always the
same. Some of them displayed more cleavage than others, but they
all displayed far too much of her breasts. Her nipples were
clearly visible through the material. I could even see a couple
of freckles on her breasts.

By the time Sharon had tried on all of the dresses she was
becoming inured to the stares and comments of the crowd. Susan
said, "You might as well take that off right here. Stepping into
that little booth is accomplishing nothing."

So Sharon stood right there in front of the entire crowd and
removed the last of the dresses. After she hung it back up on the
rack, Susan handed her one of the tiny little skirts.

Sharon stood there topless and tried on all of the skirts and
then the tight little shorts that Susan had selected. All that
was left to try on now was a dozen different tops. Now, as she
tried on one top after another, she was bottomless. She had even
been made to remove the little thong.

There were a lot of comments when she was trying on the crop
tops. The tops all had suggestive comments written across the
front and many of the men in the audience were quite willing to
accede to the sexual come-ons blatantly scrawled across her
chest, even with their wives watching. 

While Sharon was getting back into the shorts and the little
chemise that she had worn in I pushed the rack over to the cash
register. It seemed that not one of the garments Susan had
selected had been deemed to be too risqu or too revealing, at
least not in Susan's eyes.

Our purchase was rung up and I was shocked at the total. For so
little material it seemed like a huge sum. The total came to
nearly one thousand dollars! 

I carried the bags out to the car and as we were getting in to go
to another store the cameraman said, "Hold on cunt. I want you to
ride with me."

She had no choice of course. She went around and got in with the
cameraman and I rode to the next store with Susan. We pulled out
of the parking lot right behind them and we saw Sharon disappear
from sight as soon as we were on the road. 

Susan said in a sad, quiet voice, "I know how you feel Mike. I'm
sorry. We're all going through the same thing."

I said, "Thanks. I know. I think we're going to make it. That
first night, or rather the next day, that was bad for both of us.
I was really worried about her that next day. It turns out that
she's tougher than I thought she was. I'm really proud of her."

Susan looked at me funny and chuckled. She said, "I don't think
that is something that I have heard any of the husbands say about
their wives since I got sucked into this. I think that's great!
Sharon is a lucky woman to have you I think."

I was embarrassed. I didn't think I had said anything worthy of
praise. But I thanked her and then we rode quietly to the next
place of business. 

Sharon's head didn't reappear until several minutes after we got
to the next parking lot. We waited for them to get out and while
he was setting up the camera again, Sharon came back and got into
the car with us. I put my arm around her and told her that I
loved her and she smiled and said, "Hold that thought. I have a
feeling it's going to get worse before we get home today."

Susan said, "I'm afraid you're right."

Just before we got out of the car Susan said, "We are going into
that shoe store over there. We always use this store. The owner
is a member of the club. You might recognize him if he's there.
He usually comes in when a new girl is being brought in. Your
best bet is to get one of his clerks to wait on you. It will
still be humiliating, but it will be worse if he waits on you
himself."

The cameraman moved to the side of the car and signaled us. We
got out and instead of going inside Susan led us back to the
trunk of the car. With an apologetic look on her face she told
Sharon to give her the shorts that she was wearing. 

Sharon looked around. It was a busy parking lot in front of a
busy strip mall. She got a look of resolve on her face and
without looking around again she unbuttoned and peeled off the
super tight shorts she had been wearing. As she stood up and
handed them to Susan she said, "They were too damned tight
anyway. They hurt my pussy."

Susan tried not to smile but I saw her lips curl up slightly. She
opened the trunk and put the shorts inside and dug out one of the
tiny skirts we had just bought. She picked it at random but it
turned out to be one of the skirts with the slit all the way up
the side. Once Sharon had it on there was a four inch gap of
nothing but bare flesh up her side.

Sharon smiled wryly and said, "Oh well, it doesn't cover much but
it's comfortable."

Susan closed the trunk and we headed for the shoe store. As we
walked I noticed that with every step she took an uncomfortably
large portion of the cheek of her butt was exposed. Worse yet,
every breeze seemed to be trying to expose her in the front as
well. She had to have been aware of it but she acted as if she
were fully dressed and just kept on walking.

Knowing how our luck was running lately I had little doubt that
the pervert that owned the shoe store would be waiting for us
when we got inside. I wasn't disappointed. 

He had not been one of Sharon's customers last night, but I
remembered him. He had been very loud and obnoxious. In a crowd
in which everyone was loud and obnoxious he had stood out. He had
gotten several lap dances and I had seen him take two of the
girls into the rooms at the side. The second time was in the room
next to Sharon's and I don't know what he did but the poor young
woman he was in there with had screamed loud and often. I
remember when he was done he had called the woman's husband in
and I heard him order the man to suck his cock clean and then
clean his wife's pussy. He was not a nice person.

There were only three customers in the store. There was a strange
looking couple and a Goth chick that didn't look any older than
sixteen. When I glanced around at the type of merchandise being
sold here I understood the lack of customers. 

All of the footwear that I could see made me think of S&M, though
I knew nothing of that particular perversion. The shoes and boots
on display all seemed to have impossibly high heels. I didn't see
anything that Sharon could walk in!

There were a large number of boots that looked like they came all
the way up to there and lots of shoes with a half a mile of
leather straps. 

I saw the owner finish fitting a pair of boots on the Goth chick
and then he spotted us. He told one of his clerks to finish
helping the girl and he came over and greeted us at the door. He
knew who Susan was and he greeted her by name. It was obvious
that he knew that she was coming in today and bringing the newest
victims. Susan tried to act friendly but it was obvious that she
was afraid of him.

He smiled at Sharon and said, "So you're the new girl! Sharon is
it?"

Sharon nodded and he said, "Pleased to meet you. I have been
expecting you."

He stared at her body rudely for a long moment and then he said,
"I have been going over my stock in my mind and I have several
things that I think will be perfect on you dear."

He guided her to a seat and as she sat down her skirt rose up
dangerously. She reached for the hem to tug it down but he
slapped her hands away. It was done as if to be playful but we
all knew that Sharon had just received an order.

He pulled up a small bench and sat looking at her legs for a
second before he said, "Look at those clunky shoes! Awful! You
should be spanked for buying them! Now, let me get your size."

He reached down and lifted her legs one at a time and slowly
removed her shoes. As soon as he picked up her leg her skirt slid
up the last remaining fraction of an inch and her naked vulva was
exposed to everyone in the store. They had all turned to watch
when they saw the skirt that she was wearing.

I saw the Goth girl run to the door and wave at someone outside
and a moment or two later two teenage boys came in to see what
she wanted. She smiled and nodded her head towards where Sharon
was sitting with her skirt up over her pubic hair now.

The owner pulled a measuring device up onto the slanted foot
support at the front of the bench he was sitting on and placed
one of Sharon's feet on it. He took a long time getting a
measurement before he put her foot back on the floor and picked
up her other foot and repeated the process, much to the delight
of the two male clerks, the adult male customer and the two
teenage boys who were watching closely. The woman and the Goth
chick seemed to get a big kick out of it too.

The owner had been holding Sharon's legs up and apart for several
minutes before he said, "Oh my! What am I thinking! I can't get
an accurate measurement this way."

He placed his measuring device on the floor in front of her and
said, "You'll need to stand up my dear and put your foot right
here. That's it. Rest your weight on it."

He was resting one hand high on the inside of her thigh as he
bent down to get the shoe size from his measuring device. Once he
had gotten the reading he looked at her legs and said, "Very
lovely my dear. Your husband is a lucky man."

He gently pushed her back into her seat and her skirt rode up
again immediately. He moved his bench back and picked up the
measuring device. He stood up and his erection was obvious to
everyone. There were several snickers from the people watching. 

He said, "I'll be right back Sharon. Don't move." To the other
customers that must have sounded like a normal thing to say to a
customer. Sharon knew it was an order not to cover her crotch.

She sat there staring at the floor while the cameraman filmed the
teenage boys coming closer for a better look. When no one
admonished them they grew bolder and one of them moved right in
front of her and squatted down. 

His face was bright red and his eyes were huge as he stared at my
wife's exposed pussy. I heard him whisper, "Son of a bitch! You
gotta see this Jerry!"

The boy's friend glanced at me nervously. When he saw that I
wasn't objecting he came closer and squatted down beside his
friend and they stared at Sharon's pussy. They were almost close
enough that they could reach out and touch it. 

The owner came up behind them and said, "Truly a thing of beauty
isn't it boys?"

They were startled and started to rise up but he said, "Oh no!
That's quite alright. Sharon isn't in a hurry. Take your time.
Look all you want. It's a work of art isn't it?"

The boys looked at the owner and at me and the cameraman and
finally at Sharon. She sat there blushing deeply but not
protesting and not making any effort to cover her privates. They
may be just a couple of dumb kids but they were smart enough to
know an invitation when they heard one.

They stared for several long moments and the owner put the half
dozen shoe boxes that he was carrying down on the chair beside
Sharon. He pulled up two more of those little benches and put one
on either side of the one he had been using. 

When they were in place he said, "Why don't you boys take a seat
and I'll show you how to fit a beautiful young woman with new
shoes."

The boys scrambled for a seat and the owner sat back down on his
seat between them. He picked up a shoe box and set it on the
floor at his feet. As he opened the box he explained how
important it was to make sure that new shoes fit right and that
the style complimented the customer.

He lifted out a black patent leather shoe with a six inch heel
and then reached down and lifted Sharon's right leg. He lifted it
much higher than necessary and then moved it to the side, not in
an obscene split perhaps, but wide enough to cause her vaginal
lips to spread slightly and wide enough that those of us gathered
around to watch saw the moisture glistening there.

I heard one of the boys whisper, "Fuck me!"

The owner said, "You know, she just might do that when I'm done
here. Look at all that pussy juice. Young Sharon looks pretty
excited to me. She looks like a woman that needs a good fuck,
don't you think?"

The boy looked at him incredulously and gasped, "Shit yeah!"

Sharon only groaned in embarrassment.

The owner put the shoe on her foot and wound the straps around
her ankle. Then he put her foot down and repeated the process
with her other foot. When both shoes were on the owner asked her,
"Have you ever owned a heel this high Sharon?"

Sharon shook her head and then said, "No, never! Those one inch
heels are the highest heels that I have ever worn."

He smiled and said, "Well, then I had better help you walk while
you try them out. I wouldn't want you to fall."

He stood and helped her up. He told her to put her arm around his
back and he reached his hand inside the slit in her skirt and
gripped her ass cheek firmly. 

She gasped again, but she knew better than to object.

The boys chuckled and stared in awe as the man guided Sharon up
and down the floor. She was very unsteady and if he had not been
holding her, even in that obscene manner, she would have fallen
several times.

He stopped in front of the boys and said, "Boys, she needs a
little practice walking in these things before she is ready to
solo. Would you mind taking turns walking her back and forth
until she gets the hang of it?"

Sharon was horrified. She was being offered to a sixteen year old
boy to grope freely. The two boys, the Goth chick and the couple
that were customers in the store didn't know what was going on,
but they knew that something unusual was happening and they were
all the kind of people that got a kick out of whatever game was
being played out.

One of the boys was quicker on the draw and he immediately sprang
to his feet and took the owner's place supporting my wife. His
erection was obvious but no one seemed to think it inappropriate
under the circumstances. 

He reached under Sharon's skirt and held her ass just like the
owner had and walked her back and forth on the carpet several
times. Then his companion took his place and repeated the
process. 

By the time they had finished she was just starting to get her
sea legs as it were. She didn't look confident, but she was ready
to try it on her own. She convinced the store owner that she
thought that she could make it and he instructed the boy to turn
loose of her ass.

He did so, reluctantly, and she began to make her way back and
forth on her own. She would not be described as graceful. But she
was doing pretty well for her first time. The funny thing was
that we had been paying so much attention to the hands groping
her ass and the way her breasts jiggled as she walked that we
hadn't paid much notice to the shoes. 

I had to admit, they were attractive, in a kinky, erotic kind of
way. And they certainly did wonders for her already perfect ass!
Her walk was unrecognizable, but very sexy. Or at least it would
be once she got her confidence.

The owner said, "Perfect! You'll take them! Come, sit down. Let's
try another pair."

Sharon returned to the chair and the man and the two boys
returned to their benches.

When she sat down the heels held her legs up so much higher that
her skirt slit all the way up without any help from the store
owner. Her moist slit was obvious immediately. 

The owner smiled and said, "You boys might have a future here.
Let's see how well you can remove a ladies shoe."

He lifted one of her legs and placed it in the hands of the boy
on his right and lifted her other leg and handed it to the other
boy and asked them to remove her shoes. He told them to take
their time so that they didn't damage the leather.

Sharon's legs were now being held high and wide, her knees were
about two feet apart and she had no secrets from anyone now.

While the boys were slowly and carefully unbuckling the straps on
the shoes and unwrapping them from around her ankles the owner
reached up and slid his finger through her exposed slit.

Sharon gasped as his finger moved through her slit slowly and
slid over her clit and it looked like she had to fight to keep
from having an orgasm, despite the obvious embarrassment she was
suffering. 

The owner smiled and held up his very wet finger and said, "See
that? This is a woman that enjoys buying shoes!"

There was a short outburst of laughter, mostly from the adults in
the store. The two boys were two wrapped up in staring at my
wife's privates while they dragged out the removal of her shoes
for as long as humanly possible.

As they worked, the owner said, "Isn't that a pretty pussy, boys?
Can you just imagine what it would feel like to stick your dick
into that?"

The boys just groaned. Their dicks were probably so hard that
they hurt by now.

On the other hand, I had the impression that Sharon wasn't that
upset by the idea any longer.

I think that what surprised me more than Sharon's reaction was my
own. I was beginning to find this situation amusing, and more
than a little arousing. I am embarrassed to admit that I had an
erection too.

The boys finally gave up. They couldn't prolong it anymore. They
pulled the shoes off of Sharon's feet and handed them to the
owner. They did not, however, release their grip on her legs.

The owner seemed to find their assistance invaluable. He took his
time putting the shoes back in the box and then opened another
box. He pulled out a pair of knee high black leather boots and
handed them to the boys. 

The boots zipped up one side. The boys each unzipped the boot
that they had been given and struggled to pull them onto Sharon's
feet. The boots didn't go on easily and it was fun watching the
boys forcing her legs up until her knees were almost pressed
against her breasts before they finally slipped over her heels.

Once the boys had the boots on her the owner chuckled and said,
"Boys, the proper method would have been to put them down and
have her step into them one at a time, but the way you did it was
good too."

The heels on the boots were a little taller than the heels on the
shoes had been! Sharon struggled to stand and fell back into her
chair. The boys stood up and helped her to her feet. The owner
placed a hand on the inside of her thigh and I could see that it
was pressed tightly against her crotch as he bent down and
checked the fit of the boots. He showed the boys how to check to
make sure that the boots fit properly and then he took his hand
away and they took turns helping her walk again.

While Sharon was being escorted up and down the length of the
carpet I heard a noise and looked around. For the first time I
became aware that two other couples had entered the store. I had
no idea how long they had been watching, but it was obvious that
the men and one of the women were enjoying the show. The other
woman looked like she found the obscene spectacle appalling and I
saw her trying to urge her husband to leave.

I also saw the expression on his face and she quickly gave in and
stood beside her husband quietly. It was obvious who wore the
pants in that family! She stood there like that for the rest of
the time we were in the store. I glanced at her from time to
time. She looked to be more embarrassed than Sharon was.

The boys each walked Sharon up and down once each with their
hands on her ass and then she began to walk on her own. She had
not gotten any more graceful in the time it took her to change
shoes but she seemed to be getting the hang of it and I was sure
that with a little practice she would be able to walk in those
things without hurting herself.

I also noticed that those tiny skirts were even shorter in back
when she was wearing those high heels. With every step she took
now I could see a little bit of the bottom of her ass cheeks. I
didn't know where they expected her to wear these skirts but I
was glad she wouldn't have to wear them to work. Then I realized
that the tiny dresses she had just tried on would react the same
way.

The process was repeated with the next four pairs of shoes and
boots. The rest of them all had six inch heels. Only that second
pair of boots she tried on had taller heels.

When the fitting was done the owner insisted that she wear the
first pair of shoes that she tried on and let the boys put them
back on her. While they took their time putting the shoes back on
Sharon, Susan went to the cash register and paid for them. 

Once the boys were done putting the shoes back on her they helped
her to her feet. It was obvious that they were really sorry the
fitting was over. 

The owner came over and put his arm around each of the boy's
shoulders and said, "Boys, there is one last thing I need to
teach you about the shoe business. I need you to come into the
back room with me if you don't mind."

The three of them didn't go alone. The owner grabbed Sharon's arm
and dragged her along. Susan grabbed my arm and pulled me after
them and the cameraman followed behind, still filming
everything.

I heard the woman who had wanted to leave say, "Oh my! Please
Eric. Let's get out of this place!"

We went into the stockroom and the owner invited the two teenage
boys to undress Sharon. They looked at him for only a second.
After what had already happened they knew that this was not a
huge joke. They were certain that they were about to get lucky.
They didn't have a clue about what was going on, but they didn't
give a damn either.

I glanced up and saw the Goth chick come in and stand just inside
the door and watch with a gleam in her eye as her two male
friends rapidly undressed my wife. There wasn't much to remove,
just that tiny skirt and her chemise.

When she was naked they stared at her beautiful body for a moment
until the owner said, "Go ahead boys, check her out. Feel those
perfect tits. Stick your fingers in that juicy cunt. When you're
ready you can fuck her, or get her to blow you, whatever you
want. Just don't take all day because I want to fuck her too and
I have two clerks out there that if they don't get a shot at her
will probably quit and I can't have that.

The boys were all over her for a couple of minutes. They were
nearly fighting each other to get at all the good parts. One of
them finally got smart and stood back and let his friend pull and
squeeze at Sharon's body while he unbuckled his pants and let
them fall. He stepped out of them and then looked around for
someplace to fuck her.

The owner said, "Just a second boy."

He stepped behind a stack of boxes and pulled out a rolled up
mattress. It looked like a mattress from a cot. He rolled it out
in front of everyone and turned to the boy and said, "How do you
want her son?"

The boy grinned and said, "Nothing fancy. Just put her on her
back so I can fuck her."

As he was guiding Sharon into position I noticed that now that it
was happening she didn't look so enthusiastic.

The owner asked the boy, "Are you a virgin son?"

He didn't answer, but he blushed and I think the answer was
obvious.

When the owner had Sharon stretched out on her back with her legs
spread the boy dropped and fell on her body, almost knocking the
breath out of her. His hips began to work up and down as he
struggled to find the entrance to her body.

Sharon said, "Hold on! Slow down, please, let me help you."

The boy stopped his frantic movements and Sharon reached down and
guided his cock into her streaming vagina. As soon as he felt the
heat of her body close around him he started fucking her
furiously. I would like to think that I would have had a little
more style and grace when I was his age, if I had been lucky
enough to get an opportunity like that. But I guess most horny
teenage boys would have attacked her with the same exuberance.

He didn't last long. None of us were surprised though. I was
curious about Goth girl's reaction and when I looked over at her
she was smiling wide. I don't know what her relationship to the
boy is but she was obviously happy for him.

The boy groaned loudly and shivered like he was freezing to
death. Then he lay still for a minute before struggling to his
knees. He stared down at Sharon's naked body for a minute and
then he spoke to her for the first time. He said, "Thank you.
That was wonderful!"

I half expected the owner to say something to him, caution him
about being nice to her. But he just smiled and turned to the
other boy and said, "How about you boy, how do you want her?"

The second boy was staring at his friend and my wife and he
didn't seem to be able to make up his mind. He stuttered
something that we couldn't understand and dropped is pants around
his ankles. 

Before the owner could get him to repeat what he had said he was
on top of her. He waited for her to place his cock inside of her
and then he started. He didn't fuck her with those short, rapid
little rabbit strokes his friend had used. He took long, slow
strokes at first. Watching him I thought that with a little help
from the right girl he could turn into a decent lover. But he was
probably a virgin too and the excitement was too much for him. He
didn't last two minutes.

After he reached his orgasm he seemed very embarrassed. He didn't
look at anyone as he pulled is pants back up and stepped back out
of the way. The owner moved closer and stood at Sharon's feet and
stared down at her for a couple of seconds. Then he turned to me
and said, "I need you to clean your wife up for me Mike. I don't
mind seconds or thirds, but I don't like a mess."

The camera focused on me as I knelt between Sharon's legs. I
could feel everyone's eyes on me as I stared down at the cum
oozing out of her. I hated this, but it was nothing new now. I
leaned down and kissed her sweaty, sticky mound and I heard gasps
from the two boys as I began to clean their cum from my wife with
my tongue. 

It actually wasn't that bad. It was unpleasant of course. It was
humiliating. But their cum wasn't nearly as strong as some I had
tasted lately. I licked her slit clean and I was just about to
stick my tongue inside when I was pulled away and pushed out of
the way.

The owner nudged Sharon with the toe of his shoe and said, "Get
up on your hands and knees cunt. I'm going to fuck you like the
bitch you are."

Sharon was beyond being shocked by his language or his aspersions
after last night. She sat up calmly and deliberately and then
turned onto her hands and knees and waited for the dirty old man
to take her from behind. 

As soon as she was in position he rammed his cock into her
violently. She grunted at the force of his attack but she didn't
offer a protest as he grabbed her hips and began to jackhammer
his cock into her in such a manner that it looked more like he
was trying to harm her than have sex with her. I mean it. It
really looked like he was trying to hurt her.

I had gotten to my feet and stepped back and I saw the
expressions on the faces of the three teenagers as they watched
the owner rape my wife. They seemed just as upset by it as I was.
The boys moved over to where the girl was standing and they began
edging towards the door. Long before the owner reached orgasm
they were out of the room and probably out of the store.

The owner, being a member of the club, was far more jaded than
the two young boys had been and he lasted a very long time. He
didn't even seem like he was getting close until he reached under
Sharon and grabbed her breasts which were bouncing violently
under her and begin to squeeze them and pull them with so much
force that she finally cried out in pain.

That must have been what he was going for. He continued to maul
her breasts roughly, harder and harder until Sharon was crying
loudly and begging him to stop. I suddenly realized that he must
need that! He needed to be hurting her. He needed to hear her
suffering before he could reach orgasm!

With one last vicious squeeze he came in her as she screamed in
pain. Then he collapsed on top of her and after he caught his
breath he turned to me and with an evil leer he said, "She is one
hell of a fuck Mike! I'm really looking forward to fucking her
again at the club."

He pushed himself off of her and called me closer. I moved over
to him and he reached up and pulled me down to my knees with a
handful of my shirt. He smiled right in my face and said, "Now
pussy, get down there and clean us both up."

My mind was kind of numb by this time. I was just glad that he
had stopped hurting Sharon. I slowly leaned over and took his
cock into my mouth and sucked it clean easily. It was still
pretty hard, but it wasn't very long. I couldn't help wondering
if he was compensating for the size of his cock by being so
brutal to women. I realized that it hadn't been his cock that had
hurt Sharon so much but the way his pubic mound had slammed into
hers, and of course the way he was squeezing and twisting her
breasts.

He was a warped and disgusting little man. But then, it seemed
like all of the men in that club were warped and twisted.
Unfortunately they were not all little.

After I sucked is cock clean he moved so that I could clean
Sharon again. He put his head down close and watched gleefully as
I licked her red, swollen pussy clean. When I had finished he
stood up and put his pants back on. 

He said, "I'll send my two clerks in now. Once you finish fucking
them you can leave."

He sent the two clerks in one at a time. One of them fucked her
in the missionary position and the second one wanted a blowjob.

When she was finished, Sharon was directed to a small, employee's
bathroom to clean up and after she dressed we were allowed to
leave. I noticed as we left that the owner had already left. He
must have come in just to torment us.

We picked up Sharon's new shoes and boots and we went outside. I
didn't know what was next but it was nice to get out of that shop
and into the clean, fresh air. 

This time the cameraman let Sharon ride with us. I got in the
back seat and Susan reached into her purse and handed Sharon and
I a mint, for which I was very grateful.

As we followed the SUV down the road Susan said, "I know it's
hard to believe, but you get used to it. Well, maybe not used to
it. You get to where you can take their shit without letting it
get to you. It was really hard for my husband, especially in the
beginning. He was a real hard corps homophobe. A couple of times
I thought that he was going to either kill himself of just
disappear. It seemed to be harder for him than for most of the
husbands. It took him a month to take it as well as you did in
there Mike."

I chuckled dryly and said, "I'm not sure how to take that!"

She chuckled too and said, "It was meant as a compliment. It
won't be easy. But I think you two are going to make it.
Remember, the less you fight, the better you are at hiding how
much you hate what they are doing, the sooner they are going to
tire of you. I don't mean that you should act like you are
getting into it. They might take that as a challenge. But if you
keep reacting the way that you have so far today then before long
they'll be looking for a new set of victims."

Sharon was quiet for a moment and then she said, "I'm not sure
how I feel about that. Someone should do something. There
shouldn't be any more victims."

Susan turned white and said, "Hush! Don't ever say that out loud!
You can think it. We all think it. But don't you ever say that
out loud again! Not unless you're ready to take up fucking horses
or you want to spend a week of your life in a urinal."

We were quiet for a little while and then Susan said, "We are
almost there. This will be the last stop, but it will be the
worst. Make up your mind right now that some evil shit is going
to happen in that place. It probably won't be much worse than
last night. Your first night in the club is always a mind
breaker. I can't tell you what will happen. It's different for
everyone. Just grit your teeth and pray or whatever you have to
do. Remember, the dirty old man in there that runs the place is
just the manager. We are pretty sure that Jeff owns it."

I had heard men make dirty jokes and snide remarks about these
adult book stores. But I had never been in one and I never
thought that I would. Of course, I had done a lot of things in
the last week that I never thought I would. I didn't see how it
could be worse than the club though. So as we parked and walked
towards the entrance I wasn't as concerned as I probably should
have been.

I walked in behind Susan and Sharon. Sharon was still a little
unstable in those high heels but damn her ass looked great! Every
guy in the store was staring at the two women when we entered.
But when the cameraman came in after me the men all skittered out
of the way, careful to avoid being filmed. 

I looked around in disbelief at the things on display. I had no
idea! I didn't know a lot of this stuff even existed! I saw Susan
nod stiffly at the smiling, evil looking old man behind the
counter. He looked at Susan for a second and then turned to
Sharon and said, "So you're the new girl. Come over here bitch."

Sharon moved around Susan and walked nervously over to the
counter past all of those magazines with pictures of naked young
women splashed across the covers, women in all sorts of obscene
poses. I don't know if all of these places were like this one.
But in this shop it seemed like a preponderance of the material
dealt with bondage and S&M and forced sex in one form or another.
There was one large section to my right that seemed to be all
about women being used by animals. This was mostly the nastiest
kind of porn. Not the sort of thing I imagined, not books and
magazines that a couple might use to enhance a loving sex life.
All of this material seemed to be aimed at men who liked to
mistreat women, or at least liked to fantasize about it.

At the other end of the store was a selection of sex toys and
slutty clothing. In between there was row after row of books and
magazines and movies and perhaps a dozen men skulking around,
furtively avoiding the camera.

The man behind the counter watched Sharon approach him. It was
obvious that she was nervous. When she came to a stop in front of
him he said, "That's a cute outfit. You wouldn't want to mess it
up. You better check it."

Sharon looked confused. Check it for what? 

He smirked at her and said, "You dumb cunt, take off your fucking
clothes and give them to me!"

She quickly slipped her chemise off and put it on the counter and
then unbuttoned the skirt and dropped it on top of her chemise.
She looked up at him and asked, "The shoes too?"

He shook his head and came out from around the counter. He walked
around her, feeling her up roughly as he went. So you're Sharon
Kramer. You don't look twenty-three. To look at you I wouldn't
guess you were any older than eighteen or nineteen. That's
probably because of that patch of little girl's pubic hair."

His large, calloused hand reached out and cupped her vulva. She
didn't flinch as he rubbed his gnarled hand over her mound. I
could see her trying very hard to smile but there was something
scary about this guy and we all felt it. He looked a lot like
Danny, the bartender at the club. Like his twisted older brother
perhaps. There was something sinister about him.

I could see his fingers moving between her legs as he spoke. He
had a nasty look on his face as he said, "I would have loved to
have been there last week when they were busting your ass in. I
bet you were hot, struggling to breathe as they forced their big
cocks down your throat and crying out in pain when they shoved
them up your tight young ass."

I watched him as he stood there in the middle of his store
tormenting Sharon and it made me shiver. There was something
about this guy as he talked to her in that quiet but very
menacing voice that made my hair stand on end. He wasn't just
trying to scare her. This guy wanted to hurt her. He liked to
hurt people. That was what turned him on. I could feel it in the
air around him.

As if to prove my point he bent down and took Sharon's nipple
between his teeth and bit down, hard.

Her body contorted in pain and she cried out, but she didn't pull
away. Her eyes closed and her face contorted in pain as he bit
into her flesh. He held her nipple in his teeth for a long time,
then he let go and straightened up and leered at me. 

He chuckled and said, "I've got two fingers in your wife's cunt
you fucking wuss. She really clamped down on them when I bit her
tit. I think she likes that shit."

I just stared at him. There was nothing that I could say that
wouldn't make matters worse.

I noticed that Susan had moved away, standing now with her back
to a wall and trying to be invisible. She was looking down at the
floor and trying to be somewhere else in her mind. She must have
some pretty bad memories of this place.

The old man grabbed a handful of Sharon's long, blonde hair and
guided her to the back of the store. I didn't know what to do so
I followed along helplessly. 

As he pulled her into the section with the slutty clothing and
kinky sex toys he said, "Let's see if we can find some toys you
like."

He looked around at the hundreds of items on display, many of
which I had no idea what they were or how they might be used. A
lot of the things that I did recognize were pretty scary. There
was a large selection of various kinds of whips. They ranged from
a long, nasty looking bull whip to a small black quirt. I saw a
selection of riding crops and next to those items was a large
selection of various types of restraints. There were handcuffs
and leather wrist and ankle cuffs and a lot more things that I
couldn't even guess how they might be used.

The manager looked over the selection and picked out a large,
heavy leather collar and placed it around Sharon's neck. It was
so large that when it was in place she could hardly move her head
at all.

He selected a pair of large leather cuffs and placed them on her
wrists. There were D-rings on the cuffs and he attached a strange
looking chain to the clips, securing her arms behind her back.
There was a chain hanging down and he picked it up and with some
difficulty he forced her arms up higher on her back and fastened
the chain to a D-ring on the back of the collar. Her arms were
now lifted at an unnatural angle and pulling painfully at her
collar. Sharon was obviously in pain and he seemed to think that
was amusing. It was obviously the effect he was going for.

I got scared when I saw him looking over his selection of whips.
He picked up a stiff, black leather riding crop and sliced it
through the air a few times. It made an evil whistling noise as
he moved it rapidly through the air. Then he pulled his arm back
and brought the crop down hard, smacking her nipple with the soft
leather tab on the end.

Sharon screamed in pain and twisted her body as if to turn away
from him. He grabbed a handful of her hair and got right in her
face and screamed, "DON'T YOU EVER TURN AWAY FROM ME YOU STUPID
CUNT!"

Sharon turned to face him again and stood there terrified with
tears running down her cheeks and falling onto her breasts.

He brought the tip of the riding crop up to her lips and she
cringed but didn't move. 

He said, "Kiss it."

She sobbed quietly. Then she pursed her lips and kissed the tip
of the crop.

He grinned at her and said, "Yes, I think you could be trained
easy enough."

Then he stepped back and smacked her other nipple with the riding
crop. 

She screamed again and nearly fell to her knees. But she didn't
turn away. She didn't dare.

He took note of the fact that she had followed his instructions.
He moved the crop around her breasts and then suddenly brought it
back and slammed it down, smacking the tops of both breasts
simultaneously. 

She screamed again and I was just about to make a big mistake
when I felt Susan grab my arm. She looked at me urgently and with
the look in her eyes she warned me again. I had to stay out of
this.

I felt like vomiting. I suddenly realized that I had tears
running down my cheeks too. I didn't know how I was going to do
it, but I knew that I was going to make this man pay for this
somehow, someday. He would pay for this and for all of the other
women he had hurt.

He glanced at me then. He saw how much pain he was causing me as
he tortured my wife and he loved it.

He brought the crop back again and when it came down on her
tender flesh this time she did fall to her knees, screaming in
pain. I saw the dark red line across the front of her breasts. He
had struck her across both nipples and she was crying loudly now
and between ragged, gasping breaths she begged him not to hit her
again.

He grinned down at her and said, "Get up cunt. No one said you
could rest."

He grabbed a large handful of her hair and pulled her to her
feet, causing her to scream again. 

I had to turn away. I looked at the customers who were gathered
around watching. A couple of them seemed uncomfortable, but they
weren't leaving. They weren't speaking out. The majority of them
though, were staring lustfully at the manager as he tortured my
wife's naked body. Their eyes were wide and glassy with lust and
many of them were rubbing their crotches as they enjoyed the
show. They didn't seem to mind the camera at all now.

I couldn't stand to look at them. They made me sick. I couldn't
watch what that man was doing to my wife either. So I hung my
head and closed my eyes and prayed for it to end.

My prayers were not answered. I felt a sudden, burning pain
across my cheek and my eyes snapped open. The bastard was
standing in front of me now and he said, "Don't you take your
eyes off of your wife again you fucking pussy! You keep them open
and you watch and learn how to treat a fucking cunt."

When he was satisfied that he had my full attention he stepped
back over to Sharon and before she had a chance to steel herself
for the next blow he had snapped the riding crop down across her
soft belly.

She cried out and shook her head violently and pleaded with him
to stop. 

He leaned forward and kissed her. Then he licked her cheeks,
getting turned on by the taste of her salty tears. He smiled at
her and said, "Just one more sweetheart. Just one more little
love tap. Then I'm going to fuck your pretty little face."

He touched the tip of the riding crop to her chin and lightly
moved it down her body. He circled her breasts with it and then
drew a line down her torso with the tip of it. He slid it between
her legs and then tapped her thighs lightly. 

He smiled lustfully at her and in a husky voice he said, "Spread
your legs out sweetheart. Let me see that pretty, young pussy
that used to belong to your faggot husband."

Sharon groaned and whispered, "Oh no, please. Please not there."

But she obeyed. She spread her legs open and when he tapped her
thighs with the crop she spread them a little more. 

The vile old man stepped back when he was satisfied and drew his
arm back and brought the tip of the crop down on her vulva with
all of his might.

She screamed again, louder than before and dropped to her knees
again. She sobbed and fell onto her side and curled up into a
little ball and cried hysterically. Her sobs were interspersed
with pleas for him to stop hurting her.

I watched him stare down at her as she lay curled in a helpless
ball of fragile feminine flesh at his feet. He looked like he was
about to have an orgasm just from torturing her.

He let her cry like that for a couple of minutes, looking up from
time to time to enjoy my reaction and then at his customers to
see that they, most of them anyway, shared his pleasure.

He reached down after what seemed like a very long time and
pulled Sharon to her knees. She seemed oblivious. She just kept
crying and pleading with him to stop hitting her.

He finally lost patience. He was ready to move on. He reached out
and slapped her face to get her attention. When she looked up at
him through tear filled eyes he said, "Get my cock out bitch. I
want to fuck your face now."

She didn't know what to do. It was obvious. Her hands were bound
uncomfortably behind her and she just looked up at him pleadingly
and asked, "How?"

He just smiled and said, "You had best figure something out
pretty soon cunt. Because if you don't my cock will go soft and
I'll have to beat you some more to get hard again."

She whispered, "Oh god no."

She shuffled closer to him on her knees and struggled with her
teeth to pull his zipper down. She managed, finally, to get the
tab pulled down but she couldn't get his cock out. She was
frantic, but she didn't know what to do. She couldn't manage his
belt with its big brass buckle. 

She slumped down after a minute of struggling and said, "I can't!
I can't do it. Oh god I can't do it."

He got a disgusted look on his face and said, "Fucking worthless
cunt. Maybe you can't be trained after all."

Then he looked over at me and said, "Okay wuss. You better come
over here and pull my cock out and feed it to your worthless cunt
before I have to play with my toys some more."

I hurried over and unfastened his big, heavy belt buckle and
unbuttoned his pants. I slid his pants and his shorts down
together. When his pants came open and as his shorts slid down I
smelled the ripe odor of a body that had not bathed recently. It
was truly disgusting.

His cock, when I finally uncovered it, was long and fat. It was
probably as big as the cocks that were brandished by the four men
who were responsible for all of our troubles. 

I started to step back now that his cock was free but he snapped
at me, "I told you to feed my cock to your fucking wife! What the
fuck is wrong with you faggot?! You don't look like a fuckin'
wetback! Don't you fuckin' speak English for Christ's sake?"

I took his hard, drooling cock in my hand and tipped it down,
placing the head of it at my wife's lips. She was still crying
piteously, but she took a deep breath and opened her mouth. She
closed her lips around the head of his cock and began to slide
them down his hard, smelly shaft. She gagged slightly when his
cock reached the back of her throat, but she didn't stop. She
kept pressing forward and I watched as his cock sank into her
throat and her lips traveled down to nestle in the nasty patch of
pubic hair that surrounded the thick base of his cock.

He reached out and held her head in place and sighed with
pleasure as he nearly choked my wife to death with his fat cock.
Then he slowly withdrew his cock and just before it slipped out
of her mouth he suddenly drove it all the way back down her
throat violently, slamming his belly into her face. 

Sharon grunted in pain but made no move to get away from him as
he held her like that for another long moment before slowly
pulling out again. 

He fucked her like that for several minutes before he called out
to one of the perverts who were standing nearby watching eagerly.
"Hey! You in the t-shirt! You want to fuck this bitch when I'm
done with her?"

He grinned like a moron and said, "Fuck yeah!"

The manager said, "No problem. I need you to give me hand over
hear first though. You want to help me out a little?"

He came forward, walking uncomfortably because of the large bulge
in his pants. He grinned down at Sharon and asked, "What do you
need me to do?"

The manager handed him the riding crop and said, "I think she
needs a little motivation, and I love the sound of that thing
hitting naked female flesh. So if you beat her ass while I fuck
her face you can have the next shot at her. Make it hurt, but
don't tear her ass up, if you know what I mean."

The guy nodded vigorously and took the riding crop from the
manager. He leaned down and smacked Sharon's butt with it a few
times, hitting her a little harder each time. With each crack of
the crop against her soft ass cheeks Sharon grunted in pain. 

Each time he struck her the manager said, "A little harder,"
until he was raising a bright red welt with each stroke.

When he was finally satisfied he grinned down at Sharon and began
to fuck her face violently. His long, rapid strokes must have
been more painful than the riding crop that was being used to
beat her ass in time to the cock stroking in and out of her
mouth.

The old man fucking her face cried out, "Oh shit! Fuck that feels
great! Oh yeah, I'm cumming bitch! Here it comes you stupid cunt.
I'm going to fill your fucking belly with cum!"

The man that was beating her continued to whip her ass until the
manager opened his eyes again and told him to stop. He handed the
crop back to the old man and stepped away again. 

The manager continued to hold Sharon's face against his belly and
his cock was still buried in her mouth and throat. It was amazing
to me that she could breathe around it.

He watched her, crying at his feet for a moment and then he
looked over at me and smiled. The strangest look came over his
face and I saw Sharon try to pull away. 

He continued to hold her and he stared at me while admonishing
her, "Don't you fucking move bitch!"

I didn't understand what was going on at first. I saw Sharon
heaving and I heard someone standing nearby whisper to the man
next to him, "Look at that! He's pissing right down the bitch's
throat!"

Oh Christ! Why would a person do that! But then I realized, he
wasn't a person, he was a monster. I saw his amusement when he
saw that I at last understood what he was doing. 

The demented bastard finally finished with Sharon and stepped
back. She continued to kneel in front of him, sobbing quietly,
her head hanging down as much as the constricting collar would
permit, and occasionally fighting to keep her heaving stomach
from expelling its contents. I think we both knew that if she
lost that battle she would regret it.

The manager looked over at the man that had just finished helping
him rape Sharon and said, "Why don't you take her into the back
and put her to work. I'll come and get her when I think she's had
enough."

The customer's face lit up and he stepped forward again and
pulled her to her feet roughly. As he led Sharon away the manager
turned to me with his cock hanging down in front of him and said,
"What are you waiting for pussy boy? You want some of this too?
Get back there and enjoy the show."

I turned to follow them and I saw Sharon turn back and call out
to the manager, "Please, can I go to the bathroom first?"

The son of a bitch just grinned and said, "You can go to the
bathroom when they are done with you cunt."

I followed them into the back and down a dark hallway. All of the
other customers were following behind me and the camera was
bringing up the rear.

There were dozens of narrow doorways off of the hall and most of
them were open. I could hear the sound of various pornographic
movies coming from some of the small rooms we passed and I saw
small televisions set into the far wall of each little booth. 

Almost all of the customers had been out front watching the
manager rape my wife. There were a few men who had been unaware
of what was happening out front I guess. They were hanging around
the open doors of the small rooms as we entered. They looked up
and saw young, beautiful woman, totally naked and in restraints
being led down the hallway and they were instantly interested.

The man that had beaten her ass brought her to a stop in front of
a couple of the men and allowed them to grope her. One of them
was about to kiss her when someone said, "I wouldn't do that if I
was you. The old guy out front just fucked her face and pissed
down her throat."

The man that had been about to kiss her looked in her face and
said, "No shit?!"

A voice from the crowd said, "No shit man. You can stick your
dick in her mouth if you want, but I wouldn't kiss the bitch."

He said, "She doesn't look like she's having fun."

The guy into whose care she had been given laughed and said,
"That's what makes it so much fun. The bitch hates it." He nodded
in my direction and said, "So does her wussy husband. Sucks being
him."

Everyone looked at me for a moment and I saw expressions that
ranged from amusement to disdain. I couldn't help thinking, "What
are you looking at you fucking perverts?! You are the ones
hanging out in this fucking porn shop and about to rape my wife
and you are looking down at me! Fuck you!"

But I wisely kept my mouth shut.

The man led Sharon down to the last little room at the end of the
hallway. It was right across from the bathroom and I saw her
glance at the bathroom longingly. She was pushed into the little
room and I was pushed in past them and forced to stand in the
corner and watch. The bleachy smell of cum in the room was almost
overwhelming.

I stood with my back against the wall as the man spent a few
moments exploring Sharon's abused body. She flinched as his hands
moved roughly over her recently beaten breasts and her ass. Even
in this darkened room I could see how red and sore her ass was.

There wasn't much furniture in the little room. There was a
straight chair in the middle of the room, placed so that men
could sit in front of the small television which, except for a
very dim bare bulb hanging from the ceiling was the only source
of light in the room.

The only other thing in the room was a small, narrow wooden bench
against the back wall. 

The man who had been put in charge of Sharon pushed the chair
into the opposite corner and pulled the bench out into the middle
of the floor. He ordered Sharon to kneel on it and she carefully
crawled up on her knees. He pushed her forward and she almost
fell off. She would have if he hadn't caught her. He lowered her
so that her ass was in the air and her forehead resting on the
far edge of the bench.

He moved his hand over her ass and forced it between her legs for
a moment. I noticed that the cameraman was still filming even in
this dark room. I suppose he had been in here often enough with
all of the young women that were brought here to humiliate and
abuse that he knew how to photograph in this low light situation.
Still, I couldn't help hoping that nothing would come out.

I was forced to watch as the man molesting my wife opened his
pants and revealed a normal sized penis for a change. I was
starting to develop a complex from all of the big cocks I had
been seeing lately.

He moved behind Sharon and tried to force his cock into her pussy
from the rear. He couldn't get it in though. The bench was too
narrow and her knees were too close together. 

He grabbed one of her legs and placed it on the floor and now she
was kneeling on one knee with one leg on the floor. This gave her
a little more balance but the hard wooden slats of the bench must
have been very painful on her knee. She needed all the help that
she could get remaining where he positioned her because her hands
were still cuffed behind her back and pulling uncomfortably at
her collar.

On his next attempt he was able to force his cock into my wife's
pussy and he began to fuck her roughly. After a few minutes he
said, "There is one thing my frigid wife won't let me do that I
have always wanted to try bitch."

He pulled his slimy cock out of her and began to force it into
her tender ass. She cried out in pain as his cock entered her and
she cried out again when his belly began slapping into her bright
red ass.

I glanced up at the men crowding around the door, lusting after
my wife. They knew they were going to get the chance to fuck her
or force their cocks down her throat and their excitement was
palpable. 

I was distracted from studying the anxious crowd when the man
fucking Sharon sped up and groaned and then stiffened and I was
forced to watch yet another strange man shoot his cum into her.
After a moment his muscles relaxed and he pulled free. He moved
around to the other end of the bench and lifted her head, using
her hair as a handle. He forced his nasty cock into her mouth and
as she sucked him clean there was a commotion at the door as two
men struggled to get in and take their turns.

He held her face against his stomach and said quietly, "You are
lucky that so many men are waiting to fuck you bitch. I would
have loved to fill your ass with a load of hot piss after I came
in you."

He finally pulled his cock out of her mouth and stepped back. Her
head dropped back onto the bench painfully and one of the
newcomers forced his cock into her pussy while the second lifted
her head and drove his cock into her mouth violently.

There had been a dozen men in the place when we came in. Perhaps
a dozen more had come in during her ordeal. I was forced to stand
and watch as two at a time they came in and raped her. Some of
them were just using her to masturbate but most seemed to take
extra pleasure from being violent, roughing her up and hurting
her as they drove their cocks into all three of her orifices.

On those rare instances that I could see her face I saw a blank
look in her eyes. She wasn't even crying any longer. It would
have been better if they had drugged her first, like that first
night. 

She wasn't crying, but I was.

I saw a couple of men that I knew had already raped her once go
around for seconds. I didn't know how they could possibly be
enjoying what they were doing to her poor, abused body. She was a
slimy mess now and she no longer reacted to the things they did.


I heard a commotion at the door again and the manager pushed his
way into the little room. He watched as the two men fucking my
wife at the moment worked up a sweat fucking her for the second
time. When they finally came he said, "Okay boys, the fun is
over. It's time for the slut to go home."

I guess everyone was sated, there didn't seem to be any
complaints as he moved closer and unbuckled the cuffs holding her
arms raised much too high behind her back. As her arms fell free
and dangled uselessly towards the floor she cried out in pain. It
was obvious that she didn't have the use of them at first. 

He pulled her up by her hair and looked at the collar on her
neck. It had cum running down over it and he said, "You are going
to have to pay for this, you stupid cunt. I can't sell this now!
Fuck! This is an expensive piece of leather!"

He looked over at me and said, "Take your cunt into the bathroom
and clean her up. Then come see me and we'll settle up for this
stuff. I hope you like it because it is yours now."

I waited until he left the room and then I stepped forward and
helped Sharon to sit up on the bench. I quickly unbuckled the
thick, uncomfortable collar and then I bent down and hugged her.
She just sat there like a rag doll and let me move her around at
will.

I helped her to her feet and led her past the groping hands of
the men still watching in the doorway and across the hall to the
bathroom. I tried to shut the door but they held it open and the
cameraman kept filming as I tried to help Sharon to the toilet. I
had intended to let her sit on it and drain the cum from her ass
and her pussy but as soon as she was within reach she fell to her
knees on the nasty, piss stained floor and vomited into the bowl.
That was enough to drive the customers away, but the cameraman
kept filming. 

When her stomach was empty I helped her up on the toilet and
after she peed I heard the sound of cum dripping for a long time.


As she sat there in a stupor and let the cum drain out of her I
wiped her face and neck and upper torso with damp paper towels,
cleaning her up as much as I could. As I cleaned her I tried to
get through to her. I told her that it was over and that I loved
her and that we would be going home soon. 

I'm not even sure if she could hear me.

When I didn't see any more cum draining from her I rinsed her
lower body with damp paper towels and helped her back to her
feet. I held her in my arms for a moment and then I led her back
up the corridor and into the main room. One of the men we passed
reached out and pinched her nipple, causing her to squeal in
pain. I turned towards him and he saw the urge to murder in my
face. He stepped back and held his hands up and I urged Sharon
back through the door and over to the counter. 

I paid the evil bastard that ran the place for the leather and
chain that dangled now from my shoulder and asked for my wife's
clothing. I helped her dress and we left the store finally. I was
surprised that the sun was still up. I had expected it to be dark
out. 

The cameraman came out behind me and paused long enough to say,
"I got pretty horny watching that show. But damn, I wouldn't even
fuck the bitch with your dick after all of that! See you around
man."

He went to his SUV and drove off. 

I spotted Susan getting out of her car and I led Sharon over and
helped her into the back seat. I got in back with her and held
her. Susan got in front and I looked up and saw her face in the
rearview mirror. I saw that she had been crying.

She said, "I'm so sorry Mike. They do it to all of us. I didn't
dare warn you, not anymore than I did. I told you it would be
awful. They want to see how much we can take before we break."

I said, "It's okay Susan. I know it isn't your fault. You are in
the same boat we are. Please, just take us home. And I would
appreciate it if you would stop at a liquor store on the way."

As we headed out of the parking lot I realized that we had not
bought any clothing in the book store. I hoped that we wouldn't
have to return. I was pretty sure that Sharon couldn't take
another visit to that place.

 Susan stopped at a liquor store on the way home and I bought a
couple bottles of whiskey and a case of ginger ale. Then she
drove us home. Susan stayed with Sharon while I unloaded the car
and then she helped me get her into a hot tub.

While she soaked in the tub and Susan gently washed her I made
the three of us a strong drink. I came back into the bathroom
with the drinks and I had to help Sharon drink hers. She was
starting to come around. She was crying quietly and she held my
hand in a death grip and kept whispering, "I can't take it
anymore, I can't take it anymore."

I agreed. I couldn't take it anymore either.

I waited for her to calm down a little. I made her another drink
and while she sipped it I asked Susan to step outside for a
minute.

I was mindful of the possibility of listening devices so I put my
finger to my lips and then I took Susan's hand and led her out
into the back yard. I didn't say a word until we were all the way
in the back, standing beside the back fence.

I stood with my back to the house, just in case, and asked,
"Where do they live Susan? Jeff and his asshole crew, where do
they live?"

She looked up at me and saw the murder in my eyes. She shook her
head and said, "Mike, they aren't like normal people, they'll
kill you and then they'll do something horrible to Sharon. Don't
even think you can fight them. They will win. They always win."

I stared at her for a second and then I repeated my question.

She really didn't want to tell me, but finally she gave in. She
told me all four addresses and the location of the studio that
the two cameramen owned. I thanked her and then I thanked her for
what help she had been able to us give today. I had seen her
tears and I knew that she was upset about what had happened. I
escorted her around the house and to her car and thanked her
again for caring. Then I went back inside and took two more
drinks to the bathroom. 

Sharon was crying quietly and holding her empty glass against her
forehead. I took it from her and handed her the fresh drink. She
took the drink from me and looked at my face and saw that I was
planning something. I was afraid that she would try to stop me
but she actually looked relieved.

I leaned down and tried to kiss her but she turned her head away.
I grabbed her chin and pulled her face back around and kissed her
lovingly. She resisted at first but then she put her arm around
my neck and held me in an iron grip as we kissed desperately,
desperate to live past this nightmare.

I was on my knees beside the tub. I broke the kiss and then I
whispered, "I have to take care of something. Will you be alright
alone for a little while?"

She looked at me and then she nodded and whispered, "Be
careful."

I nodded and then I left.

I drove to the home of an old friend of my family. He had been a
Navy Seal. He and I didn't get along very well. He was what I had
always considered a "gun nut" that thought that the answer to
every problem was violence. We had argued about our opposing
views on guns on several occasions and we had basically just
agreed to disagree. Now I was going to have to eat a couple of
pounds of crow. But he had something that I needed.

It was early evening when I pulled into his driveway. I went to
his door and his wife answered my knock. She was surprised to see
me but she smiled and invited me in. She escorted me to the
basement and left me alone with her husband. 

He looked up when I came in. He gave me a curious look and then
asked me what he could do for me. There was no sense in beating
around the bush. I said, "I need a gun and I don't have time to
wait two weeks for a permit."

He had been cleaning a gun when I came in and was still bent over
the parts spread out on a table. He sat up and said, "I think you
better sit down. Are you still a teetotaler?"

I responded, "I could use a Whiskey if you have some. Maybe a
little ginger ale in it would be nice. Sharon and I have started
drinking in the last few days."

He got up and made me a drink and got a beer for himself. He
returned to his seat and indicated a chair on the other side of
the table. 

I sat down and sipped my drink and we just stared at each other
for a moment. Finally he asked, "Have you ever fired a gun
Mike?"

I shook my head.

He said, "I didn't think so. Why do you want a gun?"

I answered, "It's personal. I have something I need to take care
of."

He stared at me for a minute and then he said, "Finish your drink
and go home Mike. I'm not going to help you get yourself
killed."

I hadn't even considered that he might refuse. He, after all, was
the man who thought that guns were the answer to every problem. I
felt myself start to panic and then I took a deep breath and
forced myself to calm down.

Finally I said, "Marty, I need a gun. I'll pay you whatever you
want."

He stared at me and took a couple of sips of his beer. Then he
said, "You look pretty wound up Mike. But a gun wouldn't do you
any good. I don't know what your problem is, but shooting
yourself in the foot won't solve it. Now tell me what's wrong or
get out."

Stubborn bastard! I paused, trying to collect my thoughts and
then I said, "You can't tell anyone. I mean it Marty. I can't
have my family finding out about this."

He just nodded and stared at me. I didn't want to tell him. I
didn't want anyone to know how miserable a failure I was when it
came to protecting my wife. But apparently it couldn't be helped.
I told him everything. Well, I left out a lot of the gory
details. But I told him what had happened and how big a mess I
had let us get into by not following my instincts and calling the
cops that first Sunday morning.

He listened quietly to my tale of woe and then he asked me a lot
of questions. Then he asked me what I was going to do with the
gun. I told him.

He smiled and leaned back and said, "Mike, don't let it go to
your head, but I have always had a lot of respect for you. I
don't agree with you on everything, but I respect you. I think
you are a very honest and a very intelligent and a very caring
human being. If there were a lot more people like you in the
world then there wouldn't be any need for people like me. But
let's not kid ourselves. You have no business picking up a gun.
There was a common saying back where I come from. 'You couldn't
hit the side of a barn with a shotgun if you were locked inside.'
That's you Mike. You are a nice kid, but you just ain't cut out
to be a gunslinger."

I sighed deeply and said, "I know Marty. You're right. But I'm in
a corner and I have no choice."

He said, "You could go to the cops."

I shook my head. "No, I wish I could. Too many people would be
hurt if I did. If the things that are going on got out a lot of
people would be destroyed. And these guys are the kind of men
that make sure people don't talk when a trial comes up."

He said, "Yeah, you are probably right. You still aren't the man
for the job."

I looked at him, was he suggesting that he was the man for the
job? 

I shook my head and said, "I appreciate what I think you are
saying Marty, but there is too much risk. If something went
wrong...you could lose everything. I have been responsible for
enough suffering lately. I just need a gun."

He shook his head and said, "Don't be an ass." Then he reached
for his phone and started dialing.

I stood up and said, "What are you doing? I told you, you can't
tell anyone what I just told you!"

He looked up at me and said, "Shut up, sit down and drink your
fucking drink Mike. You don't tell me what to do in my own
home."

I collapsed into my chair and stared daggers at him as he waited
for someone to answer the phone. There was a pause and then he
said, "Tom, Marty here. I need you to pick up Terry and come
over. It's important and I need you to keep it to yourself."

He hung up the phone and I looked at him questioningly. 

He said, "A couple of my Seal buddies. We could use a little
excitement."

Marty started asking me more questions. By the time he had
finished questioning me he knew as much as I did about the men
involved. I gave him their names and addresses and the addresses
of the club and the adult book store and the photography studio
and even the dance club where we had been drugged and become
another in a long line of couples who were victimized by those
people.

It was half an hour before his two friends showed up. He
introduced me to them and between us we told them everything. I
couldn't help but notice how strong and confident these men were,
and how competent they seemed. I suppose Marty was right. I was
out of my depth here. I couldn't help thinking though that if
something went wrong I could be destroying three very productive
men's lives. When I tried to point that out they just told me to
shut up.

Marty told me to go home and be with Sharon and stay there until
he told me I could leave. I told him that I was pretty sure my
home was bugged and I wouldn't be able to answer any more
questions either in my home or on the phone. 

He said that if he had any questions he would park out in front
of my house and blow the horn. Then he sent me home.

I tried to thank him for his help but he reminded me that he
hadn't done anything yet and kicked me out. He and his friends
were already making plans as I left the basement and headed
home.

I found Sharon in the kitchen. She was sitting at the table and
sipping another drink. I looked at the bottle nervously but
apparently she had only made one drink while I had been gone. 

I kissed her and held her tight for a moment and then I tried to
get her to eat something. She wouldn't tell me what she wanted,
insisting that she couldn't eat. I ignored her and made some
chicken noodle soup. What we were suffering from was not a cold
or the flu, but I figured it couldn't hurt.

I made her eat some soup and I buttered up some fresh French
bread and we ate another silent meal. I was afraid to tell her
what I had done, what was being done. I didn't want to get her
hopes up and I was afraid that anything we said might be
overheard. Or that we might be seen to be conspiring if there
were cameras planted in our house.

I did make one concession to her need for reassurance. I moved
around and sat beside her and held her tight. I whispered in her
ear that I loved her and I said, "Don't say anything and don't
change your expression, but I want to tell you something I
haven't been able to say since we went out for dinner on our
anniversary. I think it's going to be alright."

She turned to face me and I saw how badly she needed to believe
that. I could see that she was desperate to believe that she
wouldn't have to again go through something like she suffered
through today.

I whispered, "Don't get excited. Don't change your expression.
Don't ask me any questions. Just be patient a little longer."

I figured that we had had enough alcohol for a while. I cleaned
off the table and made some decaf coffee and we read the Sunday
paper and worked on the puzzle. We finished the puzzle and went
to our bedroom to read in bed. She was hardly able to walk on her
own and I supported her as we made our way to our room. We read
for a little while before we curled up together and went to
sleep.

In the morning I called both of us in sick. I told them that we
had gone out to eat last night and we must have had something
that was spoiled. Since neither of us had ever called in sick
before and since everyone knew that we didn't drink no one
questioned us calling in sick on the same day.

I put some coffee on and went out and brought the paper in and
started breakfast. I made bacon and toast and put it in the oven
to keep warm and made a couple of my world famous high
cholesterol omelets and then went to wake Sharon up. 

She was a little sore still. Well, she was more than a little
sore, but she felt better than she had felt last night.

She went to the bathroom on her own and then joined me in the
kitchen. She ate most of her breakfast and we sat quietly sipping
coffee for a while. 

I cleared the table off and poured us a fresh cup of coffee and
while I was loading the dishwasher I heard a high pitched scream
from Sharon. I dropped a plate and spun around with my heart in
my throat. I rushed over to see what was wrong and she had just
opened the newspaper to see that there had been an arson and
murder crime spree last night, or rather, early this morning.

I read the article over Sharon's shoulder. It seems that in a
series of fires last night, all attributed to arson, a popular
restaurant and dance club had burned down, as well as a local
private club featuring exotic dancers, a photography studio and
an adult book store. 

Police said that there were similarities between the fires and
investigators are looking into the possibility that the same
person or persons may have started all of the fires. They also
report that Jeff Blum, the owner of all four of those businesses,
and eight of his business associates were killed. Police are
investigating to see if there was an organized crime connection.

There was little more in the story after that. There was some
background information and speculation but apparently nobody knew
anything for sure. In fact, police were asking that the dancers
from the club come forward for questioning. They had been unable
to identify any of the employees that worked there except for the
bartender and the two bouncers. Unfortunately, those three
gentlemen were among the dead.

Sharon read the article, twice. Then she looked at me. She stared
at me for a few seconds and she whispered, "What did you do?"

So I told her. Or at least I told her what little I knew. I told
her that I had tried to get a gun last night and instead I had
inadvertently ended up recruiting a small army.

I related the details of my visit to Marty's house last night.
When I was done she got up, moving stiffly, and sat in my lap.
She put her arms around me and kissed me and through her tears
she told me how much she loved me. Then she thanked me over and
over and over for saving her life.

I held her close but all I could do was apologize for waiting so
long to take any kind of action. She threw her arms around my
neck and held me tight and said, "No, no, no, no! You can't think
like that. Oh Christ Mike, you saved my life. You did something
when none of those other husbands did anything. You were willing
to...oh mike! They would have killed you! You dumb bastard! God I
love you!"

I thought about calling Marty and trying to get some information
about what had taken place. I decided it would be best to wait
for him to contact me. I thought he might want to wait a day or
two, just in case. So I was surprised when he came to our house
right after dark that evening.

He came to the door and when I opened it I greeted him warmly. He
smiled and said, "I need a hand Mike."

I stepped outside and saw that he was driving a large rental
truck. 

I went with him and helped him unload a dozen very large, very
heavy boxes. The two of us struggled to get them off the truck
and into the house. Two of them were particularly heavy. He
ignored me each time I asked what was in the boxes. 

When we had unloaded his truck he came in and Sharon limped over
and hugged him so hard I thought she was going to hurt him. I
invited him in and offered him a drink. I didn't have a beer so
he declined, but he highly recommended that Sharon and I have a
drink. So I went and made us one while Sharon thanked Marty over
and over for saving her life. 

We sat in the living room and Sharon and I held our drinks and
waited for Marty to speak. He said, "You guys are lucky. Those
were some very bad men you were playing with. We went through
their things and asked them a few questions and it seems like
more than a few of those women he and his friends sucked in to
their operation did not get turned lose when he was tired of
them. They were sold to white slavery operations in places where
attractive young western women are worth a lot of money. In at
least two instances the women and their young daughters were sold
and their husbands are missing. I think we can assume that they
are buried somewhere that they won't be found."

"The more we learned about them the happier we were that we had
gotten involved. They needed to be put out of business. Those
boxes, all but two of them, contain an assortment of DVDs. I'm
sure you know what kind of movies I'm referring to. There is also
a collection of documents that you are more qualified to go
through than I am. Oh and the hard drives from everyone's
computers too. I don't know if you can get anything off of them,
but I was afraid that the police might, so I brought them to you.
The other two boxes are something that I thought that you should
split with the other families involved. Apparently there is a
large lag in their money laundering operation. We didn't get an
exact count but there is roughly somewhere between forty and
fifty million in small, used bills. It's hard to launder that
much money. It takes time."

"I have to warn you, you can't just take that to the bank. Split
it up and stash it and spend it a little at a time over a long
period of time. Invest it, whatever, but no big purchases or
you're busted."

I stared at him in shock for a minute and then I asked, "Did you
get the names of the other couples? Except for the first names of
a couple of the girls we don't know who they are."

He pulled a list out of his pocket and handed it to me. I glanced
at it and asked "What about you and your friends?"

He smiled and said, "We kept a little for expenses. Not much. We
don't need much and once we got into this we realized that you
people earned the money the hard way. It should go a long way
towards easing the pain and suffering. Just make sure everyone
knows the rules. And we would appreciate it if you didn't mention
us to any of them. I don't care what you tell them, tell them you
did it. Tell them you hired a hit man. I don't care. Just don't
mention us."

I nodded.

He stood up and said, "We are glad we could help. The three of us
have done a lot of things that we are proud of over the years.
But none of us was more proud of any of our operations than we
were when we got to take those guys out. It was a real pleasure.
You two take care now."

After he left Sharon and I sat there stunned and looked at the
large boxes in our living room. I had to look. I got up and went
over and looked through the boxes. The first two were boxes of
DVDs. I looked at the covers and I recognized some of the girls.
I saw some movies with Kelly on the cover and some with Susan.
Those were the only two girls that I had met. We would have to go
through them and pick out the ones that had Sharon and me in
them. If they had time to make any yet that is. They were some
pretty nasty movies. I noticed that a lot of them were about sex
with animals, and not just dogs either. They were some pretty
sick bastards.

The third box I opened was full to the top with cash. There were
bundles of every denomination, all the way to the top. The box
was about three feet square and it had been very heavy. It had
taken everything both of us had to carry it in the house. It
looked like a lot of money, but not twenty million dollars. We
would learn later that except for the small bills on top most of
the bundles were hundred dollar bills. It made me nervous just
having it sitting there in my living room like that.

I glanced at the time and saw that it was still early. I sat down
with Sharon and said, "Do you think we should call Susan? The
list he gave me was just the girls that were working at the club
right now. They must know how to get in touch with some of the
others."

Sharon said, "Yes, give her a call. The more we spread that money
around the better it will be."

I got Susan's number from the list. It was a cell phone number. I
dialed and she answered right away. I identified myself and said,
"Susan, I need you to come over to the house as soon as you can.
We have something important to discuss with you."

At that exact moment there was a knock on the door. I went to see
who it was. I looked out and saw Susan and one of the other girls
that I didn't know. I opened the door and they came rushing in.

Susan looked like she was going to explode. She asked excitedly,
"Did you hear about the fire?! The club burned down! We were on
our way to see you when you called!"

I had the impression that she didn't know much more than the fact
that the club had burned down. I asked her if she had read the
paper and she shook her head. It seems that neither her nor her
companion reads the paper or watches the news. I went out to the
kitchen and brought the paper back and handed it to Susan. 

She read the story and as she read she kept mumbling, "Oh my god,
oh my god," over and over. 

I waited for them to finish reading before I introduced myself to
the other woman. She smiled and said, "I'm sorry. I was just so
excited. My name is Jenny, Jennifer, Jennifer Meacham."

Susan looked at the large boxes in the living room as if seeing
them for the first time. She asked, "You aren't moving are you?
You don't have to now. It's over."

I said, "Some of this stuff belongs to you and the other women
that worked at the club. But Sharon and I are wondering if you or
any of the other women know how to get in touch with any of the
other girls that they let go."

Susan nodded and said, "A few. Not many. We don't stay in touch.
It brings back too many bad memories. What do you have in the
boxes that belongs to me?"

I said, "Maybe you should take a look."

She got up uncertainly and went to one of the opened boxes. She
looked inside and said, "Oh my god! Where did you get these?"

She picked up a couple of the DVD's and looked at them. Then it
dawned on her. She looked at me with a look of horror on her
face. She stared at me and then in a voice that said that she
obviously couldn't believe it she asked, "You? You did that?"

I shook my head. I stood back up and as I walked to one of the
boxes with the cash in it I said, "No. I was going to. I wanted
to. I ended up asking some friends for help. They did it."

I opened the box of money and Susan looked over to see what I
had. She gasped and then whispered, "What is that?"

I smiled and said, "I have their cash reserves. Apparently it is
undeclared money from his illegal businesses that he hadn't had a
chance to launder yet. We are going to divide it evenly among all
of the women that we can find that went through that club. That
was why I called you."

Jennifer went over and looked in the boxes. She picked up a DVD
with her picture on the cover and turned it over. I saw her
shudder and she turned to me and asked, "How can we destroy these
disgusting things?"

I shrugged. I hadn't thought that far ahead. I said, "Probably
pour a bunch of gas on them and burn them. I don't know. I
suppose we can find out the best method on the internet."

I turned to Susan and said, "I think we all need to get together
as soon as possible. I can't keep this stuff in my living room.
None of the women know us. I think that it might be better if you
set it up. Can you do that?"

Susan was still staring at the money. She didn't quite seem to
believe that it was over.

She finally shook herself and said, "No one is working. The club
is gone. I can probably get them all over here in half an hour."

Susan and Jenny called their husbands and the other eleven
couples. It was an hour before they all showed up. I spent the
next half hour answering as few questions as necessary and
explaining how important it was that none of us started spending
large sums of money. They were all intelligent people and they
had been through a lot. I had the impression that they would do
anything to avoid having what had happened to them made public.
That included being frugal with their windfall.

We were able to track down only six other women who had been past
victims. I told them about the women that had been sold into
slavery and we began to wonder just how many of those women that
were "let go" were actually allowed to return to their lives. 

One of the husbands was a computer geek and I gave him the hard
drives to see if he could get any information from them. I
suppose it is possible that some of these women could be tracked
down and rescued. Not likely, but possible.

We divided the money among the twenty families. It was just under
forty-eight million dollars once we got an accurate count. No one
wanted the copies of their movies. We weren't happy with the idea
of burning them. We were all pretty ozone conscious. But the only
other acceptable solution that would dispose of the movies and
the paper covers was an acid bath and none of us wanted to mess
with that. 

So one bright sunny day we loaded all the DVD's into a couple of
SUVs and drove out to the desert. We brought food and drinks and
had a party and burned every DVD in the boxes. 

We all vowed one last time not to make any cash purchases in
excess of $2,500 dollars and most of us have never seen each
other again. The only couple that we have stayed in touch with is
Susan and her husband Ben. We liked Susan and we got to know her
and Ben pretty well while we were disposing of the evidence. We
go out to dinner with them now and then or have backyard BBQs. We
get together and play pinochle fairly regularly and Ben and I
play golf two or three times a month.

We went through a lot, Sharon and I. But we were there the least
amount of time. The others were there for months and were
subjected to a lot worse treatment than we were for a lot longer.
I am pretty sure that some of them will never recover, or at
least their marriages won't. But the four of us have recovered
pretty well. 

Sharon and I still have nightmares every now and then. It has
been eight months now and we have changed, but we seem to have
gotten over the worst of it. We have both recovered our sense of
humor and I have to say that Sharon and I are both more
adventurous and enjoy sex a lot more now. That probably sounds
strange, considering what we, and especially Sharon, went
through. But it's true. 

Susan never did wear those new dresses to work. Well, almost
never. But she wears them often when we go out. She has gotten
used to those high heels too and she looks damn hot in them.

The end 

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.


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