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

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
Story codes: MMMF, MMM+F, Drug, NC, Blackmail, Best., Piercing

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

I originally posted a shorter version of this story but in
response to several readers I have expanded it. If you read the
original recently you might want to skip the first half of the
story.

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
backyard. 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 more 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 both 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 even 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 everything I did
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, especially
towards the end of the evening. 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 dances 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. She was 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. Her dress was
gathered at her waist and her breasts and her lower body exposed.
She was 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 into place over her hips 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 reasonably sure that I knew 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 with myself over 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.

The people that we worked with left us alone except for Anne, the
woman that had introduced us and almost ordered us to go out
together. She came over to 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 else 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's 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's what it will take to get our lives back then I'm willing
to try. 

I told Sharon, "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 rolled 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. Before very long she was 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 a day
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 the unwanted memories 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 were still holding each other. 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 asked, "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 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 doorbell 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 either unconscious or so
full of drugs that we had no idea what was happening.

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 "things" they were going to show us and I
didn't want to see them. 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 moved towards 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 be video captures 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 in
color and 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 it 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. I noticed though that it seemed like the more time
that passed the more glassy-eyed I became.

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 from which
they were taken, 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 me
and Sharon 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 scenes 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 gotten 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 likes 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 that I had seen on my face in the
photographs they had just made us look through. 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. That
caused her breasts to fly around on her chest and the cameras
came in for close-ups of her face and her breasts. In the
background his three companions could be heard hooting and making
obscene remarks.

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

He froze in place for almost a minute before he pulled out of
her. He reached out and grabbed a handful of her long blonde
hair. He roughly pulled her around to face him 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 cleaning the first man's cock with her mouth 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 that! 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 to have
become a bit unresponsive. She wasn't fighting them. Neither one
of us had. We had been totally compliant right 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 on that DVD hadn'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.

When they were finished raping her 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 across
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 went up on his hind legs and slid up onto her back.
That was when she had gotten 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. After he put his cock
back in his pants 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. 

That was the point at which 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 two o'clock
tomorrow afternoon."

The men started putting their clothing back in order 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 sat 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 hold 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. While I
undressed she went into our bathroom and brushed her teeth. When
I was naked I joined her. I turned the hot water in 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 out 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 explanation for what they were doing to us. 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. She was sitting with her back to me, nestled in my arms. 
But it really sounded as if she was happy that she had 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 that night, or this evening.

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. I
certainly feel nothing but contempt for myself right now."

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. She had obviously come a long way since Monday when
she was talking about seeing a counselor.

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. For the most part we just
stared at the hands of the clock that seemed to be moving so
damned quickly towards two o'clock. We did manage a light lunch
at about eleven-thirty.

At one 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 stopped what I was doing
and 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 grandmother 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 when she had 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 was an 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, 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 that women
on stage when you came in? She and all the other women that work
here 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 and your husband. They come in here and they work for free.
They serve drinks, they dance and put on shows, 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 an arrogant, 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. My customers 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 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 in
line to pay for something or looking around. They saw me come in
and they all stared at me as I went and got in line. A man came
over and got in line behind me and 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 and waved
it around. 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 do 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. I saw a half dozen or more couples getting the tables ready
for the club to open. The women were all naked and they were all
very attractive. Some of them looked up when we entered the room
but looked away quickly.

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 a dozen young women and
their husbands 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 plastic pail for the used towels. The only
other thing in the room was a straight chair in the corner.

The little cubicle was so narrow that I could stand in the center
and 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.

I, in the meantime, struggled to avoid staring at Kelly's
beautiful body. I would have been embarrassed if either of them
had caught me enjoying her nudity. Things were bad enough around
here without me acting like one of the customers.

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
turned her attention back to Sharon and 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 or some other act that they will want you to perform
every night. 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.
Not all of us get to dance. Some of the shows are worse than
that."

"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. I have been here a little more than two months now
and I haven't seen one yet."

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 and demonstrate sex toys 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 that, 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
forty-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.
There were fourteen of us standing beside the cubicle 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.

Sharon waved me over and I helped her get her tables ready. I put
the chairs down and we set out ash trays and candles and Sharon
lit the candles. It didn't take more than twenty-five or thirty
minutes. When we were finished we went over and stood in front of
our cubicle. We stood outside the door and held hands. I saw one
of the girls on the stage waiting for the club to open. 

The music started blaring suddenly and the woman on stage started
dancing. One of the two bouncers opened the door and the women
all went out and stood near their tables. I squeezed Sharon's
hand and she walked over to wait for her first customer.

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 that poor girl was still dancing nude 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 six
in the evening 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.

There were no breaks, no rest periods. We worked straight through
until three in the morning. Well, she worked. I stood there and
took money from warped, horny old men.

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 they do this. I calculated that the club had
made $28,000 from selling the sexual services of the fourteen
girls that night. The alcohol flowed freely and I don't know how
much they made on the drinks but it must have been a substantial
amount. 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. And
the only thing they were doing above board and having 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. We open
every night at six."

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 invisible
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. You had to look close to
see that she was even wearing a top!

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 the key to our house
to her. 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 hours at your regular job or 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 thought for a moment and then 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 whole
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. That 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 except 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 there 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
makes a lot of money off of Jeff so 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 to 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 cut necklines, exposing far too
much cleavage. One of them had nothing above the waist but a
couple of small strips of cloth that draped over Sharon's breasts
and tied around her neck. 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. 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 she began selecting tops.
There were several nice blouses. They were stylish and would have
looked just fine over a slip, or under a jacket. They were just
as transparent as the blouse she was wearing now. They were also
very expensive. All of this stuff was. 

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 some serious doubts about
whether or not they 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 sex club where she was being forced to work.
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. These 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 Susan gave her 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 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 a large expanse of the stark white flesh of her
breasts. Her nipples were clearly visible. 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. The only
things left to try on were a dozen different tops. Now, as she
tried on one top after another, she was bottomless. She had even
been ordered to remove the little thong.

There were a lot of comments when she was trying on the crop
tops. They 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. 

When Sharon had finished trying on the new clothes that Susan had
selected for her she put the shorts and the little chemise that
she had worn in back on. While she was getting dressed I pushed
the rack of new clothes 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 a 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 were
following 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 really was 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.  Then 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 to us
that he was ready. We got out and instead of going inside Susan
led us back to the trunk of the car. 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.

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 cubicles that lined the side of the room. 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 next to 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 large displays of boots with impossibly high uppers. I
saw one pair that looked like it would reach all the way to the
crotch of any woman who wore it. There was also a large selection
of shoes with what appeared to be 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 Susan and he greeted her by name. She 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 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 came closer and squatted down beside him 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 was appropriate for the customer.

He picked up 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 thought 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 had
hardly noticed the shoes. 

I had to admit, they were attractive, in a slutty 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 slid 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 and slowly
slid over her clit. 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 was embarrassed to admit that I too had
an erection.

The boys finally gave up. They had dragged it out as long as they
could. They couldn't prolong it any further. 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 and they each unzipped the boot that
they had been given and struggled to pull them onto Sharon's
feet. They didn't go on easily and it was fun watching them
forcing her legs up until her knees were almost pressed against
her breasts before they finally slipped over her heels.

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 slightly 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 shop
owner placed a hand on the inside of her thigh. I could see that
it was pressed tightly against her crotch as he bent down and
checked the fit of the boots. He made a big show of demonstrating
to the boys the proper method of checking to make sure that the
boots fit properly. 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 it was obvious that he
was enjoying the show and that he was not going anywhere. His
wife reluctantly gave in. It was obvious who wore the pants in
that family! She stood quietly for the rest of the time we were
in the store but she was very uncomfortable with the spectacle
that they were making of my wife and it showed.

The boys walked Sharon up and down the carpet once more, each
with his 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.

The process was repeated with the next three 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 feet and
figuring out how to wrap the straps around her ankles 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 fallowed 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. She watched 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 will quit if they don't get a
shot at her. 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 steaming 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, but I guess most horny
teenage boys experiencing the warm, wet insides of a beautiful
young woman's vagina for the first time 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 criticize him for saying something
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. I had the 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 roughly pushed
to the side.

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 stoically sat up 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 brutal 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 began 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
her, 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 his 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 satisfying the clerks Sharon was directed
to a small, employee's bathroom to clean up. When she came back
out she was allowed to dress. We all watched her put her two
little items of clothing on and then we were allowed to leave. I
noticed as we went back out through the store that the owner had
already left. He must have come in just to torment us.

We went outside and 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, and 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 every 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 the place."

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
unsteady 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 didn'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 that curious
couples might enjoy. 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 definitely 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 selection of riding crops in
various styles and there were even several cat-o- nine-tails.
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 fastened it to a D-ring on the back of the collar. Her
arms were now lifted at an unnatural angle and pulling at her
collar. Sharon was obviously in pain and he seemed to think that
was amusing.

I got scared when I saw him looking over his selection of whips.
He picked up a stiff, black leather riding crop and swung it
violently through the air a few times, enjoying the threatening
sound it made as is cut through the air and the anticipation of
striking her tender flesh. Then he pulled back and brought it
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
without too much trouble."

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 drew his arm back and brought the crop back down again. 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, around, and up,
striking 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 said, "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. His cock
was similar in size to the cocks wielded 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
here 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 handing 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 a 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 in the way of 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 at the
moment was the only source of light in the room.

Other than that there was only a small wooden bench against the
back wall. 

He 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 be humiliated
and abused 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. She needed all the help she could get 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 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 arrived and
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 recognized 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 when he moved closer and unbuckled the cuffs which had
been 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, for the moment at least,
she didn't have the use of them any longer. 

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's 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. I think that 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."

I bought a couple bottles of whiskey and a case of ginger ale at
a liquor store and then Susan drove us home. Susan stayed with
Sharon while I unloaded the car and then she helped me get her
into a hot bath.

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 lift her drink to her
lips so that she could sip it. 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, do you know
where 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 little help she had been able to 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 as soon as she
saw me she knew 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 and 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."













The Nightmare Continues
By vulgus

He stared at me in silence for a few minutes and then he asked,
"What kind of gun do you need Mike? Do you want a pistol, a
rifle, a shotgun? What are you going to do with it?"

I had to stop and think about that. I had planned on getting a
pistol if I could. But as he had pointed out, I had never fired a
gun. Maybe a shotgun would be best. But then I thought about the
difficulties involved in going around town carrying a shotgun and
I said, "A pistol. I want a pistol that holds a lot of bullets."

He said, "I'm guessing you have something illegal in mind. So you
have two choices. You use a revolver, or you use a magazine fed
and police up the brass. You won't want to leave any brass around
for the cops to find. You get a lot more shots with the magazine
fed though. I'll show you what I have. If you tell me what you
have in mind I can recommend something."

I wanted to. I would have desperately loved to have his help. But
there was a good chance that someone, probably me, was going to
go to jail for a very long time. That's assuming that I didn't
get killed. I couldn't put him in that position.

I finally responded. "Marty, you don't want to know. As far as
you know you are selling me a gun because I told you I was
worried about prowlers."

He stood up and said, "Come on. I'll show you what I have."

He led me to a pegboard with a couple dozen pistols hanging from
it. He described them to me, the caliber, the size of the
magazine, the strengths and weaknesses of each one.

It was all too much for me. I was overwhelmed by facts and
figures. I finally let him steer me to a Ruger 9mm with a fifteen
shot clip. He showed me how to load it and how to operate it. He
even put a bullet in the chamber and let me fire it into a bucked
filled with sand so that I would know what to expect when I fired
it.

He tried again to get me to talk about whatever problem was so
bad that I felt compelled to get a gun. 

I said, "Marty, I know that we haven't agreed about much over the
years that I have known you. But I have always respected you for
who you are and what you have done with your life. I actually
wish that I could tell you. But it wouldn't be fair to you. If
this works out then maybe I'll be able to tell you when it's
over. If it doesn't work out, well, I imagine you'll find out
then too. How much do I owe you for the gun?"

He shook his head and said, "I want the gun back. Bring it back
when you are finished with it."

I certainly hoped that I would be able to. I was just about to
leave when Marty said, "Mike, I assume that you don't need this
to control the varmints in your backyard. Since you have never
fired a weapon before this evening I can safely assume that you
have never shot anyone. Think about what you are about to do boy.
I don't care who they are or what they have done. The hardest
thing in the world to do is to kill someone. Even for one of us
gun nuts."

I nodded and thanked him. He took the gun and the magazine and
the box of ammunition and placed them in a brown paper bag for
me. I shook his hand and he escorted me out in silence.

It was too late to go to the club and try to catch them all
together. I didn't think that would be a good idea anyway. My
best bet was to catch them one at a time and try to surprise
them, to kill them before they knew what was happening.

I put the gun in the glove compartment and drove home. Sharon was
lying in bed naked. She was lying on her side for obvious
reasons. Her breasts and her stomach were covered in red welts.
When I went around to her side of the bed kiss her and saw how
red her ass was I almost got sick. It certainly strengthened my
resolve.

I leaned over and kissed her and asked, "Did you put anything on
those?"

She shook her head and said, "No. I took some Tylenol. But I
don't have an analgesic cream."

I said, "Let me put some hand lotion on them. I'll go to the drug
store after I make you something to eat and see what I can
find."

I got a bottle of her hand cream and as I gently spread it over
her bruised skin I could feel the heat from the whip marks on my
fingers. The marks had faded slightly but they were still very
sore. More than that though they were a reminder of what she had
been forced to endure for the pleasure of a group of warped men
today. And they were a reminder of what was to come if I didn't
do something.

After I spread the cream on her whip marks I made her some soup.
She wasn't hungry but I insisted that she eat something. 

When she finished her soup I went to the drug store and bought a
topical analgesic cream. They didn't have any specifically for
the victims of whippings but the one I selected seemed to help a
little.

I reset my alarm so that I could take a nap and get up in time to
follow Jeff home from the bar after he closed in the morning.
Sharon saw what I had done and asked me about it.

I explained that I needed to know their schedule so that I could
get us out of this. She tried to talk me out of it. She didn't
want me to do anything to get myself hurt. And tomorrow was
Monday, a work day. She insisted that she was going to work in
the morning and she would need me to be there if she was going to
get through the day.

I tried to make her see that the sooner I did what I had to do
the sooner that this would all be over. Something about the way I
said it disturbed her. She started to suspect that I was planning
something, something that she would disapprove of. She tried to
get me to tell her what I had planned but I just said that I
wanted to find out more about them before I made a plan.

I was a little confused by her reaction. Earlier, when I had told
her that I had something to do and I had gone to get the gun from
Marty, I had gotten the impression that she was relieved that I
was going to do something. Now she seemed to be afraid that I
would do something and make things worse.

I tried to calm her fears about my plans but even after what she
went through today she was reluctant to fight back against those
men. I would have thought that after what they did to her she
would be even more desperate than I was to get them off of our
backs. She was laying there with stripes on her breasts and her
butt and yet she was afraid to take action. I hated to think
about it. But apparently it was going to take more of their
unbearable abuse before she was willing to do whatever was
necessary to fight back.

I reset my alarm for the normal time and we went to sleep. Sharon
was feeling a little better in the morning. She said that her
skin felt "tight" where she had been whipped, but that she was
sure that the cream I bought had worked. The red marks had faded
quite a bit. They were faint but they were still there, a vivid
reminder of the events of yesterday afternoon.

After her shower I put more of the cream on her abused skin and
massaged it in. She made a few weak jokes about trying to turn
her on so she would take care of my "morning wood" before we went
to work. It would have been more amusing if her beautiful skin
wasn't marred by those red marks.

I went in and took a shower and then dressed and went to the
kitchen. I had seen Sharon trying on the dress she was wearing.
She had tried on this dress and all of the others she had been
forced to buy yesterday in front of all of those people. But now,
getting ready to go to work, we were forced to consider what it
was going to be like for her to wear that revealing garment in
front of all of those people we knew and worked with.

The dress was so thin that I could make out her nipples and the
tiny little thong she wore underneath. She saw the way I was
staring and I knew I was making it harder for her. I smiled, a
weak, apologetic smile, and said, "Sorry. I know you have to hate
wearing that, but fuck me you look hot!"

She walked over to me and put her arms around my neck and kissed
me. Then she rested her head on my chest and asked, "You still
trying to get laid for Christ's sake?"

I hugged her and kissed the top of her head. I really had to
admire her. She was a very shy and self conscious woman. Or at
least she had been until this all started. But she was holding up
a lot better than I would have predicted. I knew that wearing
this dress to work today was going to be almost as difficult as
letting those men rape her had been. Because it wasn't just going
to be that her body was being displayed to her friends and
co-workers. It was also that her pride and her self-esteem were
being torn from her. She would never again be the same woman that
she was before she was drugged and raped. And now it wasn't going
to be just us that knew of the change. 

We had a cup of coffee and then poured another to take with us. I
drove onto the base and parked in the usual place. Then we sat in
the car and held hands in silence until we had no choice but to
go inside. 

The parking lot had cleared out. Everyone had gone inside. We
steeled ourselves and got out and I went around to her side of
the car and opened her door for her and we held hands as we
walked to the door.

We split up and headed for our respective sections when we got
inside. I don't know how Sharon did but I know that the
Government got almost no work out of me. I couldn't concentrate.
I was worried about how she was doing in that tiny little dress.

Just before lunch time she called me and suggested that we go out
for lunch. There were a few fast food places nearby with drive
through windows and we could get something and eat in the car
somewhere.

We met at the car and I saw her shudder with relief as she got
in. I drove to one of the drive through places and we got a
sandwich and drink. We left there and I parked near the runway so
that we could watch the planes taking off and landing while we
ate.

I waited until we had finished eating to ask her how it was going
at work. She shrugged and said, "The only one that said anything
was Anne. I'm getting a lot of attention though. I try not to
leave my cube any more than necessary but I have had a lot of
guys drop in to say hello. It seems that word of my new dress
spread pretty quickly."

I smiled wryly and said, "Well, I guess I can't blame them. I
would have come by your office too. You are beautiful."

She said, "Beautiful has nothing to do with it. I could look like
Margaret Thatcher and it wouldn't matter. They aren't looking at
my face. They are looking at my nipples and my thighs. When I
stand up they are looking at my ass. Jesus Mike, every time I
leave my cubicle they can see the crack of my fucking ass! I
can't believe Mr. Kraft hasn't called me into his office yet."

I ran my eyes over her and saw what her co-workers were seeing. I
could clearly see the outline of her breasts. Her nipples pressed
against the thin material and were even more clearly displayed.
She was sitting with her thighs slightly relaxed and I could see
the material of her tiny little thong that just barely covered
her slit. I did a double take when I realized that the thin
material was damp and was now totally transparent. She might hate
the situation, but her body was certainly reacting to all of the
attention that she was getting.

She watched me look at her for a moment and then she said half
jokingly, "Men!"

I smiled and shrugged and she said, "Come on you dirty old man. I
don't want to be late getting back."

I drove us back to the office and we went back to work. I got a
little more work done in the afternoon. I guess the idea that
Sharon was holding up so well took some of the load off of my
mind.

She called me again before it was time to leave and said that she
would be a few minutes late getting out to the car. Her
supervisor, Mr. Kraft, wanted to see her after work. She sounded
nervous. I guess she had every right to be.

I went out to the car and waited for her to come out. It was
almost a half hour later that I saw the door open and she came
out. She walked to the car staring down at the ground. She looked
upset. 

I didn't start the car once she had gotten in. I turned to look
at her, waiting for her to tell me what her supervisor had
wanted. I assumed that he had called her in to give her a warning
about her suggestive manner of dress.

I was partly right. Sharon said, "I'll talk while you drive. I
need a drink. Let's go home."

I started the car and headed towards home. Once I was on the road
she said, "I went into Kraft's office expecting to be chewed out
for dressing like a whore. That isn't how it went. I knocked at
his door and he let me in. I stepped in and he shut the door
behind me and told me to take a seat. He watched me trying to sit
down in this fucking dress and I noticed that he was smiling like
a typical dirty old man. He complimented me on the dress but said
he was a little confused. He had thought that I was so
conservative. He didn't give me a chance to respond though. He
said that as much as he liked my new dress it was totally
inappropriate for the office and he was afraid that he would have
to ask me to dress a little more conservatively in the future."

I glanced over at her but she was staring out of the passenger
side window as she talked. I glanced down at her exposed thighs.
I could see the little patch of cloth that was her underwear and
I imagined that Mr. Kraft had pretty much the same view a few
minutes ago. 

Sharon continued with her narration. In a calm but slightly
despondent voice she said, "I apologized to him for the way I was
dressed but I had to explain that I had no choice. I had to dress
this way. Jesus Mike, how do you tell your boss that you have no
choice, you have to dress like a slut?!"

I didn't say anything. It was a rhetorical question and the
answer was obvious. You can't. But she had to.

She sighed deeply and went on, "I kept trying to tell him without
actually telling him. We went around in circles for several
minutes before I finally just blurted out that I had no choice, I
had to wear that dress and the others that were just as bad or
worse."

"I assumed that he would suspend my security clearance if I told
him that I was being forced to dress that way. It's what he
should have done. Instead he made me tell him the whole story. He
finally said that the only way that I could keep working there,
keep my clearance and wear my new dresses was to spend my lunch
hour with him. Then he made me undress and suck his cock right
there in his office! He wants me to come in every Tuesday and
Thursday from now on so he can have sex with me at lunch time or
he is going to suspend my clearance and report the problem to
security, which would mean your clearance would be suspended
too."

By the time she finished her description of the events that took
place in Mr. Kraft's office we were home. I shut the car off and
we sat in the car for a moment. There were tears running down her
cheeks. I didn't blame her. It seemed that there was nowhere that
she was safe, not even in a Government office on and Air Force
Base.

I got out and went around and opened her door. We went inside and
I made us both a stiff drink. While I was making the drinks she
took her dress off and tossed it on a table and pulled the thong
down and dropped it on her dress. She saw my curious look and
said, "I'd rather be naked than dressed like a fucking slut!"

I sat down beside her on the couch and held her against my chest
while we sipped our drinks. I tried to talk to her again about
going out tonight and studying the habits of our tormentors. She
was still adamant that she didn't want to do anything to make
things worse. She was terrified that I would be seen and she
would be punished for my actions.

Unfortunately, I couldn't promise her that wouldn't happen. I
didn't think that doing nothing was the best solution though.
There had to be some better alternative than to either give in
and allow them to use us in any way that amused them until they
got tired of us or to take up a gun that I didn't even really
know how to use and try to hunt them all down and kill them. I'm
no Rambo and hunting human beings is not something for which I am
well suited.

This was supposed to be a free evening. We didn't have to go to
the club. But because of the way that she had been forced to
dress today and because of what happened after work in Mr.
Kraft's office it didn't feel like a day off.

I insisted that she remain seated while I made supper. She joined
me in the kitchen and sat at the table while I cooked supper. I
kept an eye on her drink and when it was empty I made her
another. She took it gratefully.

I was avoiding talking about what we were going to do about our
situation. The subject really upset her. But we had to discuss
it. She was keeping me from taking any action. I waited until
after we ate and then, as I cleaned up the kitchen I said,
"Sharon, we have to talk about this. I want to do something about
those men. I want to stop them from raping you and those other
women and I want to make sure they don't do it to anyone else."

She was instantly agitated. She demanded to know how I planned to
do that. I finally admitted that I had obtained a gun. 

She stared at me in disbelief for a moment and then she
exclaimed, "A gun! Mike you don't know how to use a gun! Not one
good thing can come of you having a gun. If there were a miracle
and you could kill all of them, and it would be a miracle, then
what? Do you suppose for an instant that you would not be caught?
I would rather be raped for a couple of months than have you
spend the rest of your life in prison or worse yet go to death
row. You must be out of your mind!"

"What else can I do Sharon? Should I just keep letting them do
this to you? I won't even try to say that it is as hard for me as
it is for you. But it nearly is. It is breaking my heart to see
you suffer this way. A husband is supposed to protect his wife."

Sharon slumped in her seat. She was quiet for a moment. Finally
she said, "I'm not going to keep having this conversation with
you. I understand that you feel helpless. There is a very good
reason for that. In this situation you are helpless and it is
time to admit it. I don't expect you to protect me from those
large, cruel, violent men. Even if you were the kind of man that
was familiar with guns and was adept at handling them you would
be out of your depth against those men. I don't know if a SWAT
team would be able to take them down."

She got up and came over to me and put her arms around me. She
said, "Sweetheart, I'm not trying to say that you are not man
enough. That isn't it. We are just out of our league here. Look
at all of those other husbands and all of the ones that have been
in this same situation before them. There is just no way for one
man to fight them and win. If you try to take them on it will
make things worse. You will get hurt or I will get hurt or
both."

"What you said earlier is right, Mike. It is worse for me. But I
understand how hard it is on you too. It doesn't matter. The only
way to get through this is to do what we are told and not give
them any reason to single us out or punish us. What do you
suppose would happen if you followed Jeff home from the club in
the morning after they closed? It would be about one or two
o'clock in the morning. You would be the only two cars on the
road. He would see you. Then what? Then he makes an example of
us. I'm sorry baby, but I don't want that to happen to us. If you
want to survive this then take that gun back to wherever you got
it and stop trying to think of some way to fight them. You can't
win or someone would have by now."

I hated it that what she was saying made so much sense. It just
added to the helplessness that I felt. But I wasn't going to take
the gun back just yet. There was no telling what was to come and
it might be that the time would come that neither of us could
take it anymore.

We spent a quiet evening lost in our individual uncomfortable
thoughts. As nights off went this one really sucked. We weren't
fighting but there was a feeling of tenseness in the air. When it
was time to go to bed I couldn't stand it any longer. I took her
in my arms and apologized. I told her that I didn't want to make
things any harder on her than they already were. I just felt that
I needed to do something.

She hugged me and cried quietly for a few minutes before she got
control of herself. She finally looked up and said, "Mike, the
only thing that I need you to do for me is be patient and love me
despite the terrible things you have seen. And the terrible
things you are going to see before this all ends. Please don't
hold those things against me."

I felt like I had been slapped! How could she think that?! 

I kissed her and held her tight and said, "Sharon! I would never
do that! The only thing that I can promise you is that no matter
what happens I will always love you. Nothing those bastards do
can change that. I swear it."

She was looking in my eyes and trying to hold back the tears. I
could see that she was trying desperately to believe what I was
saying. I said, "I have never lied to you Sharon. I give you my
word that when this is over I will love you just as much as I do
at this moment. And at this moment I love you more than life. You
mean everything to me. Believe that if you believe nothing
else."

We walked to our bedroom hand in hand and I undressed while she
went to the bathroom and got ready for bed. It didn't take her
long. She had been nude all night. I must confess I liked it. 

When she came out I went in and used the toilet and brushed my
teeth. When I came back out into the bedroom she was coming out
of her closet with the dress she was going to have to wear
tomorrow. There was very little difference between it and the one
she had worn today. It was impossibly short and meant to be worn
over a slip. Her breasts and her thong would be on display again
tomorrow. 

She hung the dress up on her closet door and stared at it for a
moment as if she were trying to make it less revealing by the use
of sheer will power. She glanced over to see me staring at the
dress. She grinned wryly and said, "It could be worse."

She saw from my expression that I couldn't imagine how it could
possibly be worse and she said, "At least they let me wear a
thong."

I didn't see Sharon from the time we got to work the next morning
until time to leave. She had spent her entire lunch hour in Mr.
Kraft's office.

On the way to the club after work I asked her what had happened.
She asked, "Do you really want to know?"

I realized that I did want to know. I wasn't sure if that was so
that Sharon would have someone to talk to and not have to keep
this all bottled up inside of her. I thought she might feel
better if she could talk about these things. Or was it more than
that? 

She didn't seem to think it odd that I had asked though. She
said, "He locked his office door and made me undress. Then he
made me suck his cock for a few minutes before he bent me over
his desk and fucked me from behind. After he came he made me sit
in his lap and he played with my body for a while. It took the
old bastard a long time but he finally got hard again. When he
did he made me get up and lay on his desk on my back this time.
Then he lifted my legs up and he held them straight up in the air
while he fucked me. The whole time he fucked me he never once
looked in my face. He stared at my tits until he came, watching
them bounce around like he'd never seen a tit before. He made me
suck his cock clean and then he handed me some tissue and ordered
me to clean up while he got dressed. He wanted to keep my thong
but I told him that I had to wear it. It was an order."

She paused for a minute and then she said, "Before he let me
leave he asked me more about the club. The sorry son of a bitch
really liked the whole concept of a rape club."

She paused again and then she said, "Oh well, I guess I don't
have to worry about getting fired for dressing inappropriately."

She finished her description of the events in Mr. Kraft's office
just as we arrived at the club. It was 4:30 P.M. and the club
didn't open until six. We went to the door and one of the
bouncers let us in. But we didn't get far. As soon as we were
inside he locked the door behind us and ordered Sharon to
undress. 

Sharon glanced at me and the bouncer said, "What the fuck are you
looking at that wuss for? Do what you are fucking told cunt!"

Sharon quickly unbuttoned the front of her dress and stepped out
of it. I took it from her and she stepped out of her thong. She
was left in only her shoes with the six inch heels. 

The bouncer smiled, well, more of a leer actually. He said, "I
didn't get to fuck you on Saturday. I was pretty busy. Get my
cock out and get it wet cunt. Then bend over that chair."

I started to move away. I didn't want to watch. He glanced at me
and said, "Don't you fucking move faggot. Keep watching, you
might learn something."

I watched as Sharon opened his pants and pulled out his soft
cock. It didn't look any longer than mine but it was pretty fat.
She bent down and started sucking on it and as it grew I saw that
I had misjudged him. It quickly grew to at least eight inches
long, and it was still very fat. 

At his insistence she began to take it into her throat. She was
getting used to that particular perversion though and she didn't
have much trouble despite the thickness of his organ.

Once she had gotten his cock hard and covered it in saliva she
turned around and bent over the chair he had indicated and spread
her legs for him. He moved up behind her and worked his cock into
her pussy and began pounding her brutally. She grunted in pain
with each stroke but she didn't complain or try to avoid his
vicious strokes. 

I glanced around discreetly and saw that most of the other girls
and their husbands were already getting the place ready to open.
They studiously avoided looking in our direction as the bouncer
raped Sharon.

I suppose he had become very jaded in his profession. He must get
to rape a lot of pretty young housewives. For whatever reason, it
took him a very long time to reach orgasm. When he finally did
shoot his cum into my wife he did so loudly, as if trying to call
everyone's attention to the fact that he was fucking my wife.
Then he pulled out and forced me to my knees. He stuck his slimy
cock in my face and ordered me to clean it. Then he forced me to
clean Sharon with my mouth as well.

When he was satisfied he said, "You have the same cubicle you had
Saturday. You will also serve the same four tables. Put your
dress away cunt. Then you two get your tables ready for
opening."

I handed Sharon her dress and her thong and I started taking the
chairs off of her tables and putting them down. Sharon came back
out and set out the ash trays and lit the candles. We were all
ready to go and still had forty-five minutes before the club
opened. 

Jeff called us into his office. His three partners were in there
with him. Or employees, or whatever Chuck, Ron and Gene were.
Jeff was obviously in charge but I wasn't sure what his
relationship was with the other three men. Anyway, all four of
them were there. Jeff asked Sharon how things were going at work
and if her new outfits were popular.

Sharon told them about how her supervisor was taking advantage of
her now and that he had managed to get some of the details of the
club from her. She told Jeff that Mr. Kraft was fascinated by the
concept of a club devoted to raping young housewives. 

Jeff smiled and handed her one of his cards and said, "Have him
call me tomorrow after three." Then he got up and pushed her down
over his desk and fucked her. I was forced to clean them both up
but much to my surprise the other three men just watched without
joining in. 

Jeff saw that I was surprised when the other three didn't rape
Sharon in turn, as they usually did. He smiled and said, "Don't
feel bad. It isn't that they don't love you anymore. We have
something special planned for later and they are going to need
their strength. I just needed to take the edge off. Now get your
fucking asses out there and get ready to keep my customers
happy."

We went back out into the club and I saw that the tables were all
ready and one of the girls was up on stage waiting for the first
customer to arrive and the music to start. The other girls were
with their husbands in front of their cubicles.

At six the music started and the girl on stage started dancing.
The club started filling up fast and it wasn't long after the
women had served the first round of drinks that they started
coming back to the cubicles with customers or doing those obscene
lap dances.

Sharon was being called upon more often to serve some of the
other tables when the woman that was assigned to those tables was
on stage or when she was in her cube with a customer. That meant
many more men took the opportunity to grope her and pull her into
their laps and all but rape her right there at the table. She was
still the new girl and it would probably be a while before the
novelty wore off.

Sharon had come back to her cube with eight customers in the
first two hours. It seemed to me that she was making more trips
back here than the other girls but it might have been just my
impression.

Everything came to a sudden stop at 8:00 P.M. when Jeff stepped
up on stage and the music was turned off. It took a couple of
minutes for the crowd to get quiet and Jeff stood there patiently
with the woman who had been about to start dancing. She looked
terrified. She was a very pretty redhead. She appeared older than
most of the other women, though not old by any means. She had a
very large set of breasts and I remembered her dancing last
Saturday. They had really moved around a lot as she did her
obscene dance. 

The crowd finally got quiet and Jeff said, "I think most of you
have met Tracy." 

There were some crude remarks and lewd laughing and Jeff waited
for that to subside. Tracy stood there obviously humiliated and
now that she knew that it was no coincidence that Jeff had joined
her on stage she was even more terrified.

When the crowd had gotten quiet again Jeff said, "Tracy has been
working here for almost two months now but for some reason I
think that she is unhappy with her job. She made a phone call
today to one of my friends at the local police department and
made some horrible accusations about me and my friends and even
about you gentlemen."

Trace fell to her knees. She was white as a sheet. She covered
her face with her hands and sobbed. She knew, everyone knew, even
I knew that something terrible was going to happen now. I looked
at the faces of the men in the audience and it was enough to make
you sick. They were excited and then some. They reminded me of a
pack of hyenas, salivating as they waited for the remains that
they knew Jeff was going to toss to them when he was finished
with Tracy.

Jeff addressed his next remarks to the women and their husbands.
"Ladies and wimps, everyone on the police payroll is not a friend
of mine. But many are and you will never know which ones are and
which ones aren't. And either way I will hear about it if you try
to cross me. I thought I had made that clear but apparently I
need to provide you with an example of how upset I get when you
go making phone calls and saying horrible things about me and my
friends."

Jeff nodded and one of the bouncers and the Danny the bartender
came up on stage holding Tracy's husband between them. He had
apparently not gone willingly. His face was bruised.

They sat him down roughly in a straight chair and handcuffed his
wrists to the back legs of the chair. He struggled briefly but
once he was helpless Danny slapped him a couple of times and he
sat still.

Jeff said, "Most of you have met Tracy's husband Chad. He has
been kind enough to take your money when you fucked Tracy over
the last couple of months. Now I would like to introduce you to
their daughter Jennifer."

Tracy screamed and tried to scramble to her feet and Chad
struggled violently with his handcuffs, trying to get loose and
come to the aid of his daughter as Chuck and Ron came out from
backstage with a terrified young girl between them.

Jeff grabbed a handful of Tracy's hair and restrained her. She
struggled to break free but he hardly seemed to notice.

Jeff went on, "Jennifer just turned fourteen. She has been in my
office watching her mother wait on tables for the last two hours
through that window and watching her go into the back room to
fuck a few of the customers from time to time. I thought it was
important that Jennifer be here to help me make the point about
how hurt I was when Tracy started spreading those nasty rumors
about me."

Gene came out of the back with a bench and put it on the floor
behind Jeff and Tracy. I figured that there must have been some
special significance to that bench because both Chad and Tracy
went nuts again. 

Jeff all but threw Tracy down on the bench on her back and while
he held her down Gene tied her arms and legs in place. It must
have been a very heavy bench because despite her violent
struggles it didn't move an inch.

Once Tracy was restrained Jeff turned to Chuck and Ron and said,
"You might as well make Jennifer a little more comfortable."

They grinned and started ripping the young girls clothing from
her body violently. The crowd went crazy as she was stripped and
her clothes tossed out to them. 

It was disgusting to watch. The poor girl was a late bloomer I
guess. She had very small breasts and almost no pubic hair. I
would not have guessed that she was fourteen. But then, I have
never before seen a girl that age without her clothes on so I'm
not an expert.

Once she was naked she stood passively between Chuck and Ron and
both men roughly explored her small, developing body with their
hands and whispered something in her ears. I didn't know what
they were saying but it was not what she wanted to hear. She was
shaking her head constantly and in between her piteous sobs she
was begging them to let her go, to let all three of them go.

I saw movement in front of the stage and for the first time I
noticed the cameramen that had recorded all of the action the
first night that Sharon and I had been raped. They were moving
around and filming the show on stage.

While I was distracted by them, Gene came out from backstage
again. This time he was leading a large dog. It looked like the
same mixed breed mutt that had fucked Sharon.

Jennifer didn't seem to realize the significance of the dog on
stage. But her parents did. They both started to struggle in vain
again as Gene led the dog over to Tracy and the crowd cheered.

I didn't want to watch. But when I turned away I saw that all of
the other women, Sharon included, were on their knees in the
crowd and sucking the cocks of the customers. I didn't want to
watch that either.

The dog was led up between Tracy's thighs and he knew what he was
there for. He was obviously trained for this. He ignored the
crowd noise and began to lap at Tracy's pussy for only a short
time before he moved right up over top of her on that low bench.
He lapped at her body as he moved up and as he reached the point
that his cock was in contact with her pussy and entered her
violently his tongue was lapping at her face. 

He thrust into her brutally for a very short time. I could see
his knot growing as he fucked her in short, incredibly fast
strokes and then she screamed as the knot entered her. Once his
knot was buried inside of her he stopped and his body shivered as
he began filling her with his hot cum. 

Meanwhile the cameramen moved around and filmed them from all
angles, making sure to get lots of close-ups. They also got a lot
of film of her husband's tortured reaction and their daughter's
near hysterics. They also made sure to get a lot of footage of
her naked young body.

The dog finally collapsed on top of Tracy and having recently
gone through this ourselves we knew that he was waiting for his
knot to recede enough that he could pull out of her pussy. 

The crowd wasn't bored though. They were still enjoying the show
and they were still taking advantage of the girls who were being
passed from man to man in the audience. It seemed to be an
accepted practice that the crowd was able to get free blowjobs
when something like this was happening on stage. I noticed that
Jeff didn't seem upset about all the free sex he was giving
away.

The dog finally pulled his knot from Tracy. She cried out in pain
as he pulled free and then she just cried quietly. Her husband
and daughter were crying too. Hell, I was so upset I felt like
crying.

Gene led the dog away and I thought it was over. I am apparently
the only one that thought that. He came back out in a couple of
minutes with another dog, a large German shepherd. It started all
over again with the new dog. I won't go into detail. It was a
repetition of the first dog rape and it was just as disgusting. 

I glanced back out at the audience and I noticed that Sharon was
still on her knees and had gotten halfway around the second of
her four tables providing free face fucks. You couldn't call them
blowjobs.

When the second dog finally pulled free he was led backstage.
Gene came right back out though. This time he was leading a huge
Great Dane. Gene held him back and once the crowd settled down
again Jeff went over to Tracy and slapped her face a couple of
times to get her attention. 

When she finally looked him in the eye and appeared more or less
lucid he said, "You look tired Tracy. It must be pretty hard work
fucking those dogs. Just to show you that my heart is in the
right place I'm going to offer you a chance to take a break."

Everyone, including Tracy, knew that he had something nasty in
mind. He stood there smiling down at her and said, "If you would
like, I'll let you up and Jennifer can take your place with this
last dog. Sweet, virginal Jennifer. Then you could take a
break."

Tracy screamed, "NO! You leave my daughter alone!"

Jeff acted hurt and said, "Tracy! I was just trying to be nice.
I'll tell you what. Since your pussy looks so red and sore I'm
going to let you suck Titan's cock instead of fucking him. How
does that sound?"

Tracy groaned and said, "Oh god no! I can't do that!"

Jeff sounded so sympathetic when he said, "Okay Tracy. That's
alright. We'll just let him fuck Jennifer and you can rest."

The place was quiet except for the sound of thirteen women
sucking cocks in the audience. The men were getting a huge kick
out of the way that Jeff was tormenting Tracy and her family.

Tracy finally whispered something and Jeff said, "What was that
Tracy? I couldn't hear you."

She was broken now. The only thing that mattered to her was
protecting her daughter. She cleared her throat and said, "I said
I'll do it. I'll suck the dog's cock."

There was laughter in the audience as Jeff untied her from the
bench. Gene brought the dog to the front of the stage and it
seemed to know that something good was going to happen. He was
agitated, hard to control. But Gene got the dog to lie down and
Jeff pushed Tracy off of the bench. She crawled over to the dog
and stared at the large animal's incredibly large cock. Most of
it was still in the sheath but it had begun to grow erect and
already nearly two inches of it was uncovered. The dog had
undoubtedly detected the smell of cum in the air and was already
getting aroused.

Jeff nudged Tracy's ass with his foot and she seemed to stir from
her trance. She reached out and began to play with the dog's
cock. As it grew she bent forward with a look of horror on her
face that I could never adequately describe and tentatively
licked at the narrow tip, making it grow hard that much quicker.


I was shocked. I had no idea that a dog's cock could grow that
large. It looked to be almost ten inches long and she could just
barely get her hands around it at the base. 

She had tears running down her cheeks as she bent down and took
the dog's cock into her mouth. She started sucking and gagging
almost continuously. 

Jeff kicked her in the backside again and said, "Come on you
stupid cunt. You can do better than that. We taught you how to
suck a cock. A cock is a cock for Christ's sake. Suck that thing
bitch. Take it down your throat and hold it there until he
finishes with you."

I realized that the dog's cock was filling her mouth and throat
with its slimy cum almost from the beginning. It was hunching its
hips at first but finally it relaxed and let Tracy do all of the
work. She took him into her throat and her back arched as she
choked and gagged but she got her natural instincts under control
and held on, allowing the dog to get all but the huge knot in her
mouth and throat. 

It went on for a very long time. He lasted much longer than the
first two dogs. But finally it was over and she let his cock fall
from her mouth. She sat up and fought to control her rebelling
stomach while the crowd cheered. 

Gene led the dog backstage and Jeff pulled Tracy up by a handful
of her hair and made her lie back down on the bench. She sobbed,
"Please, no more! I can't take anymore."

Jeff smiled down at her and said, "That's okay Tracy. You can
rest for a few minutes now. But if you move I'll have every stray
dog in town rounded up for you."

She went limp and lay there on the bench with her eyes closed and
cried quietly. Jeff turned to Chuck and Ron who were still
holding and crudely groping Jennifer and he nodded.

They led her over to the bench and stood her at her mother's
head. Then they bent her down and she rested her weight on her
mother's stomach. They moved her down until her virgin opening
was located right over her mother's face and in a calm,
reasonable voice Jeff said, "Remember what I told you Tracy."

Then he moved over behind Jennifer and pulled his pants and his
underwear down. He slid his hard cock between the poor girl's
thighs and I had to look away. I had been wishing since the
beginning of this hellish performance that I had not listened to
Sharon. I wished that I had stalked that cruel son of a bitch and
shot him to death. But I hadn't and now I couldn't stand to watch
as he raped that young girl while she rested on her mother's
raped and degraded body.

I turned away and looked at the lust filled expressions on the
faces of the men in the audience as Jennifer cried out. It
occurred to me that this was why Jeff had raped Sharon earlier to
take the edge off. He wanted to last a long time when he raped
Tracy's little girl in front of her and her husband.

I tried not to think about what was happening on the stage. I
looked back once to see him raping that young girl with his
typical, vicious thrusts. She cried out with each stroke and I
saw her young, immature breasts bouncing on her small chest as
she clung to her mother and they both cried hysterically. I
couldn't watch much of that though. I turned back to the
audience.

At first I couldn't locate Sharon. I finally spotted her on her
hands and knees near one of her tables. She was being fucked from
behind by one customer and another was fucking her face just as
enthusiastically. Others were lined up and impatiently waiting
their turns.

As soon as one man came in either of her openings and moved away
another man took his place. The two men who were raping her when
I spotted her reached orgasm and then two more men raped her to
conclusion before Jeff finished raping Jennifer on stage.

Jennifer's torment wasn't over though. If, indeed, her torment
would ever end. The memories of this night would no doubt haunt
her for the rest of her life.

As soon as Jeff stepped away from her, leaving her young body
exposed and vulnerable, Chuck took his turn. He was followed
immediately by Ron and then of course Gene was last. When Gene
was finished with her the bartender came on stage and pulled his
big cock out. He leaned down and whispered something to Jennifer
and she nodded. 

She slid off of her mother and dropped to her knees in front of
Danny. There was pure terror on her face as she looked at his
large, throbbing cock bouncing around right in front of her face.


Danny said something to her and she put her hand around the base
of his cock, or at least as far around it as it would go. Then
she leaned forward and started kissing it while one of the
cameramen got some close-ups of what was obviously her first oral
sex. 

She kissed and then licked his cock for a minute or two before
taking the head of it into her mouth. Danny was obviously not
satisfied with how little of his massive organ she could take in
her mouth. He held her head and tried very hard to stuff more of
it into her mouth. But she was just too small and despite his
best efforts it wouldn't go any farther.

Fortunately, I guess, he didn't last long before he held on tight
and shot his load down her throat. As he pulled his cock out of
her mouth she started to gag and he slapped her and yelled at her
that if she didn't keep it down he'd do it again.

I hoped it was over now. But they had one last indignity planned
for her. They had pulled her father's pants down to his ankles
and Chuck and Ron dragged the poor girl over and forced her mouth
down over his cock. As soon as his cock was hard they pulled her
up and sat her down on it and ordered her to fuck him until he
reached orgasm. 

There was a vacant look in her eyes now. She obeyed their orders
listlessly. But she obeyed. I couldn't see her father's face. Her
body was between me and him. I don't think I needed to see his
face to know what he was thinking or what he was feeling though.


Tracy hadn't moved since they had pulled Jennifer off of her. She
was lying on her back and crying so hard that her whole body
shook with the sobs.

Jennifer must have finally gotten her father to reach orgasm, or
at least Jeff was satisfied that she had tried for long enough.
They pulled her off of him and put her in another straight chair
that they had brought on stage for her. 

Ron and Gene took Tracy away and I guess they cleaned her up.
They brought her back out and put her back on the bench and for
the rest of the night men from the audience came on stage and
raped her in front of her husband and daughter. 

The regular show didn't stop though. The music started again and
the other women, after being given a chance to clean up and
refill everyone's drinks, took to the stage again and did their
individual acts as if they were alone on stage. It was totally
bizarre.

When the music started again the free sex came to an end. Even
the men that went up on stage to rape Tracy had to start paying
again. I saw each of them hand Jennifer a one dollar bill before
they raped her mother. 

Sharon was soon leading men back to her cube just like all the
others. After watching that horrible sex show they were rowdier
than normal and I heard a lot of women crying out in pain as the
men vented their lust on them. 

There were a lot more lap dances too. Sharon had been given
another table to serve to help cover for Tracy while she was busy
on stage. I had been so horrified by what was happening that I
hadn't even noticed how much time had passed between Jeff getting
everyone's attention and Tracy being made available to the
audience for a dollar apiece. But once things settled down and I
looked at my watch I was surprised to see that it was almost
midnight. There was only another hour to go before they closed up
and the customers left. Unfortunately, a lot of men can rape a
woman in an hour, especially when they double up. 

In that last hour Sharon was raped by another eight men. I have
no idea how many men raped her during the show. It looked like
everyone at her five tables had an opportunity though. 

They finally ran everyone out at one in the morning. It had been
physically exhausting for the women and mentally exhausting for
their husbands. Yes, I know. There is no comparison. It had, of
course, been much harder for the women. 

But I desperately needed a drink. The things that I had witnessed
tonight would scar me for the rest of my life. I didn't doubt
that it would have the same effect on the other twelve couples
that were forced to witness what took place. I have no idea how
Tracy, Chad and Jennifer are going to survive.

Chuck came around after all the customers were gone and picked up
the money that I had collected from Sharon's customers for the
opportunity to rape her. Then Sharon and I went to work cleaning
off the tables and putting the chairs up. We cleaned up under
them and finally we were done for the night. Sharon and the other
women all got dressed and we gathered by the door. It was two in
the morning by the time we got out of there. Tracy and her family
were still on stage. I don't know what was in store for them now.


As we were gathered at the door waiting to be released, Jeff came
out and said, "I hope everyone got the message this evening. If
not, well, we never run out of ideas. Now get out of here."

We rode home in silence. I wondered if what we had seen this
evening would have any effect on her refusal to let me take any
action to get these men out of our lives. When we got home I
found that it had. Not the effect I had anticipated though. 

As soon as we were safely inside I headed for the kitchen to make
us both a stiff drink. It was late and we were both exhausted but
we were too distraught to go straight to bed. When I brought our
drinks into the living room Sharon was sitting there in the nude
rubbing skin lotion on her sore knees. 

She took the drink that I offered her and took several large
swallows. She looked me in the eyes and said, "That's why I don't
want you to do anything, Mike. I don't want it to be us up on
that stage. I don't want it to be me getting raped by dogs and
then by every man in the club. What we have to deal with now
is...I can't think of a word bad enough. It's horrible. But it
could be so much worse. I can't imagine how those three people
are going to deal with what happened to them tonight. That poor
little girl! Those men should be shot. You are right about that.
But not by you, it's too big a risk. I just want to survive this
and get on with our lives."

I couldn't blame her for what she felt, especially after what I
witnessed this evening. I didn't agree that the only solution was
to submit. But I couldn't put her in further jeopardy by doing
something stupid either. We did learn one valuable lesson this
evening. The dumbest thing we could do would be to call the cops.
That was how Tracy and her family had ended up on that stage this
evening.

We took our drinks upstairs. I didn't even think about the fact
that we had eaten nothing today until after Sharon took a shower
and we were in bed. I offered to make her something but she shook
her head and said, "No baby. Thanks for offering. I'm too tired
and too upset. I couldn't eat."

I knew how she felt. I was too tired and too stressed out to eat
too. The images of that horrible show this evening were turning
my stomach. 

What was almost as distressing was how much the men in that
audience of perverts had obviously enjoyed it. I had noticed that
many of them, when they went up to hand that young girl a dollar
to rape her mother, had pawed her as well. You could see that
they were disappointed that she wasn't being thrown to the wolves
along with her mother. 

In the morning we were still too tired and stressed out to eat
breakfast. I made coffee while Sharon got dressed, if you want to
call putting on that dress she had to wear getting dressed. Each
day her dress was a little more revealing. She had arranged them
that way, but it had been difficult. All of them were outrageous
and totally inappropriate for the office.

Today's dress was a lighter color than the previous two and her
nipples were far more obvious. It also had a very deep cleavage.
It was totally unsuited to wear to work. But she had no choice,
especially now that she had been instructed to ask Mr. Kraft to
call Jeff this afternoon.

We planned on going out to lunch today but that fell through.
Sharon called me to say that she had to stop by Mr. Kraft's
office and give him Jeff's number and ask him to call and that
she would come to my office so that we could go to lunch. I
waited for a few minutes and instead she called and asked me to
come to Mr. Kraft's office. Her voice sounded shaky and I knew
that I wasn't going to like what I found when I got there.

I was right. I knocked at his door and he called out for me to
come in. I opened his door and saw him fucking Sharon while she
was bent over sucking off my supervisor, Mr. James.

He looked up and said, "Come in and lock the door Mike." I sighed
in deepening despair and followed his instructions. When the door
was locked I was instructed to sit near them. Once I was seated
Mr. Kraft asked, "Are you comfortable Mike?"

I just stared at him. 

He chuckled and said, "I decided to share the wealth and invite
your supervisor to join in the fun and games. I hope you don't
mind. Well, no, actually, I hope you do. I've never fucked a
beautiful young woman in front of her husband before and the idea
of it really turns me on. Sharon has been telling me some of the
things that have been happening to you lately. I suppose that I
find them a lot more interesting than you do."

He turned his attention back to Sharon then. He was nearing
orgasm and he sped up and began to fuck her violently for a
moment before he tensed up and sighed loudly. When he was done he
stepped away and leaned back against his desk. He watched Sharon
sucking Mr. James' cock for a moment and then he said, "I
understand that you are getting pretty good at cleaning up after
your sweet young wife gets fucked. I want you to come over here
and demonstrate for me and Cal how you clean up after someone
fucks her."

Mr. James moaned and said, "Hurry up Mike. I want to see that
before I bust a nut here and I'm getting close."

I gave in. What choice did I have? I went over and dropped to my
knees in front of Mr. Kraft and sucked his cock clean. I started
to move away to clean Sharon but he stopped me. 

"You aren't done here Mike. My balls are pretty nasty too. Come
on boy, if a job is worth doing it's worth doing right."

I turned back and licked his balls clean and even licked up a few
traces of cum that were on his thighs. Then I turned and ate
Sharon's pussy clean while she brought my supervisor to a
climax.

I hoped that it was over but my hopes were dashed when Mr. James
said, "I still want to fuck that pretty cunt baby. Get me hard
again."

Sharon took him back into her mouth and he quickly got hard
again. As soon as his cock was hard he got up and made her kneel
on the cushion of his chair and lean forward over the back of it.
Then he ordered me to come closer and guide his cock into her
pussy. 

I obeyed and as soon as Mr. James was happily fucking my wife Mr.
Kraft stepped closer and watched his cock moving in and out of
her. After a moment he said, "I've never actually seen a woman
getting fucked up close and personal like this. It's pretty
exciting isn't it Mike?"

I ignored him, which turned out to be a mistake. He paused for a
minute before he said, "Well, if you don't want to talk let's
find something else to do with your mouth. I've never been sucked
off by another man before. I've heard that they are pretty good
at it once they get a little practice. Come on boy, open wide."

I turned to face him and opened my mouth. I had had enough cocks
in my mouth lately that it probably shouldn't have been as
traumatic as it was. I guess it was just the idea that this was
Mr. Kraft, someone I worked with, someone that I knew. It wasn't
one of those nasty perverts from the club. For some reason that
made it worse.

Mr. Kraft watched me suck his cock for a few seconds but quickly
turned his attention back to Mr. James raping my wife. As he
watched he held my head in his hands and began to fuck my mouth
and throat. I had done this enough times in the last week that
you would have thought it would have started to get easier. It
hadn't. It hurt like hell. But the humiliation was far worse than
the physical pain.

Mr. James reached orgasm first and remained with his cock buried
in Sharon until Mr. Kraft pulled my face against his belly and
came in my throat. When he was finished he staggered away and my
supervisor pulled out of my wife's pussy and said, "Come on boy,
show me what you've got."

I moved closer and took is nasty cock in my mouth and sucked him
clean. I made sure to get his balls clean too. Then, after he
pulled away I cleaned Sharon again.

I saw Mr. Kraft glance at the clock on the wall. I looked up and
saw that we only had a little more than fifteen minutes of our
lunch hour left. Of course, now that both of our supervisors were
colluding there was no assurance that these rapes would be
confined to our lunch hour now. 

Our supervisors got dressed and we waited for them to give some
indication that we could leave. I finally said, "Sharon and I
have not eaten in almost two days. Would you please permit her to
get dressed and allow us to go get a hamburger?"

They were both totally satisfied now and obviously pleased by our
submission. They looked at each other and finally Mr. Kraft said,
"I don't see why not. We don't want you two getting sick. I want
you both back in here at three when I call this guy Jeff. If we
want either one of you before then we'll call you."

Sharon dressed hurriedly and we got out of there before they
changed their minds. We were quiet all of the way to the burger
place. There wasn't much to say. We certainly didn't want to talk
about what had just taken place in Mr. Kraft's office or what we
had to look forward to tonight at the club.

We went through the drive-through again and got a couple of
burgers and soft drinks and drove out by the runway to eat. Even
though I had not eaten at all yesterday and not much the day
before I couldn't finish my burger. Sharon didn't finish hers
either. But at least we were able to get the terrible taste that
lingered from being raped by our supervisors out of our mouths.
Unfortunately the memories were not that easy to purge.

I didn't feel any need to hurry back. I didn't think that they
would say anything if we were a few minutes late. They were
having too much fun with us for the moment. It was a quarter
after two when I finally got back to the office. We sat in the
car for a couple of minutes more. We had not spoken except to
order food since we left Kraft's office.

I reached over and took Sharon's hand and squeezed. She looked up
and I saw that she was on the verge of tears. I moved closer and
took her in my arms and told her I loved her and the damn burst.
She cried loud and hard and I just held her close. There was
nothing I could say to make things better. 

She finally calmed down and dried her eyes. She blew her nose and
finally she turned and kissed me and said, "You're so smart. I
love you Mike."

I didn't know what the hell she was talking about. She saw the
confusion on my face and she smiled wryly and said, "If you had
said that everything was going to be okay I would have slapped
you silly. You were smart enough to know that I just needed to be
held."

She kissed me again and we went inside. We got a few strange
looks as we went in. In part I suppose that was due to the hour
of our return, it was 2:30 now. But I imagine that Sharon's dress
was the reason for most of the looks we got.

We split up inside and I said, "See you at three," as we headed
for our offices.

I went to my cube and sat down and just stared at Sharon's
picture on my desk for a few minutes. I had no intention of doing
any work for the next half hour. My reverie was disturbed when
Paul came in and said, "Hey Mike, do you have a minute?"

I looked up, startled. I had been sitting in an almost
trance-like state, my mind completely blank. I nodded to Paul and
he came in and sat down in the chair beside my desk. He obviously
had something on his mind and it didn't take a rocket scientist
to figure out what it was. He had been noticing the way Sharon
had dressed this week. It was totally out of character for her
and he was curious. 

As it turned out though, that was a part of what was on his mind.
But it was more than that. He was uncomfortable but he finally
asked, "Mike, is everything alright with you and Sharon?" 

I tried to figure out how to answer him but he went on, "You seem
really upset. You haven't been yourself for more than a week now.
You don't smile or laugh or even leave your cubicle to talk to
anyone. And Sharon! My god! I mean, she is hot, I love her new
outfits. But I know her well enough to know that she is not
comfortable in those dresses. What's going on man? Are you
guys...Jesus! I don't even know what to ask. I can't imagine what
would bring about this change in you two. Are you guys in some
kind of trouble?"

I certainly couldn't answer him honestly. I didn't know what to
say. I liked Paul. We had been friends since I started working
here. He is my age and we have a lot in common. He is still
single and we invite him over for dinner sometimes so he knew
Sharon pretty well too. 

I finally said, "I don't know what to tell you Paul. There is
obviously something going on. I don't want to lie to you. But I
can't really talk about it right now. I appreciate your concern
though."

He tried to get me to open up but I couldn't. He was still
concerned when he left my cube but I had to hurry him out. I had
an appointment with Kraft in his office in a couple of minutes.

I got up and went down to the other end of the building to
Sharon's cube. She was sitting at her desk staring blankly at her
computer screen. I guess she was getting as much work done as I
was lately. 

She looked up when I came in and the look of despair on her face
broke my heart. I looked down at the beautiful, sexy young woman
who was my loving wife and the realization that now her entire
life revolved around being a rape victim was a knife in my guts.


The idea that it was no longer confined to the activities at the
club but was now a problem in the office too made it
exponentially worse on both a mental and a physical level. We
never had a moment to rest. We spent our nights in the club where
she was raped and humiliated and degraded constantly on a level
we could never even have imagined before it happened. We had only
enough time to go home after we left the club and sleep for three
or four hours at the most, not nearly long enough to recuperate.
Then we came to our real jobs and the degradation began all over
again. Our world seemed to be populated now by dirty old men who
were free to rape us at will. We didn't get enough to eat and we
didn't get enough sleep. I didn't see how we could keep this up
for months.

Sharon got to her feet and we went down to Kraft's office. His
door was open and Mr. James was in with him. They saw us approach
and Kraft waved us in and ordered me to lock his door. 

As soon as the door was locked he ordered Sharon to undress. When
she was naked he waved her over and pulled her into his lap. His
hands began to grope her immediately. He was rough and you got
the impression that he was doing it not for the pleasure he
received from touching her but for the sole purpose of
humiliating her. 

He picked up the phone and dialed Jeff's number and then we
listened to his half of the conversation as he sat there with his
fingers inside of my wife. They talked a little about the club
and Kraft told Jeff how much he was enjoying the services of both
of us now. He also mentioned his good friend Mr. James. He
thanked Jeff for training us so well.

There was a discussion of the DVDs that Jeff had made of our
exploits and then Kraft and James were offered a membership in
the club. They had obviously been hoping for just such an offer
and they accepted immediately.

I didn't see how it could make our lives any worse for the
moment. My concern was that now it would never end. Even when
Jeff and his crew tired of us we would still be under the thumbs
of Mr. Kraft and Mr. James. While both men were more than twice
our age, neither one was anywhere near retirement age. This
situation could go on forever now.

The phone call lasted nearly twenty minutes and after it ended
Kraft laid Sharon across his desk and fucked her pussy while
James fucked her throat. They both mauled her tits roughly as
they raped her. 

Kraft reached orgasm first and he watched James until he shot his
seed into her throat. When James pulled his cock free Kraft
pulled his soft cock out of her pussy. He stared down at her
freshly fucked hole and when his cum started to leak out of her
he scooped it up and painted her lips with it. He ordered her to
lick her lips and he repeated that process several times until he
was bored. Then he made me clean him and what was left of the
mess he had deposited in her.

While I was sucking her pussy clean Kraft and James were joking
about not being able to get it up again tonight when they visited
the club for the first time. Somehow I couldn't find it in myself
to feel sorry for them.

They finally let Sharon dress. It was now only ten minutes until
quitting time. Before we left Kraft said, "Sharon, from now on I
don't see any need for that tiny little scrap of cloth you wear
under your dress. It's sexy, but I prefer being able to see and
touch your cunt whenever I want. And I think more people should
get to enjoy that little thing. If it were up to me, I'd have you
come to work naked. But I can't get away with that. So for now I
want you to just wear the dresses and the shoes. Your ass looks
so hot in those high heels."

Sharon just nodded.

Kraft said, "Okay, you two can go now. We're going to get
something to eat. We'll see you this evening when the club
opens."

Sharon and I took that as permission to leave the building. It
would make us a little late but we decided to stop at a
restaurant with a good salad bar and just have a quick salad and
a drink before we went to the club.

We still got to the club in plenty of time to get Sharon's tables
ready and no one said anything to us. We were ready with a half
hour to spare and we went over to stand by our cubicle like the
other couples. 

A few minutes later the bartender came over. He said, "You are
going to have to take care of table five tonight. That lazy bitch
Tracy is taking another day off."

After what Tracy and her husband and daughter had gone through I
would be shocked if they came back in here.

Danny grabbed Sharon and took her into her cube. She had already
removed her dress. All she had on since we arrived was her normal
working uniform, black high heels. Danny pushed her towards the
bed and ordered her to get up on her hands and knees. He pulled
his pants down while she was getting on the bed. When he had
exposed his large cock sufficiently he moved closer to the bed
and arranged Sharon so that her knees were right on the edge. 

I turned to face the club. I had no desire to watch this creep
rape my wife. I heard her cry out in pain and I turned back to
see him trying to force his cock into her. I didn't realize that
he was trying to rape her ungreased ass.

He called me in. From his voice it sounded like he resented the
fact that she couldn't accommodate his large cock. When I saw
where he was trying to put it I was afraid that he was going to
damage her. 

He ordered me to use my tongue to get her ass ready for him. I
begged him to let me use a lubricant and stretch her out with my
fingers so that he didn't harm her. He smiled evilly and said, "I
don't like that shit. So you had best do a good job with your
fucking tongue. One of these days I'm going to fuck your faggot
ass and I ain't gonna use grease for you either. Now do what I
fucking told you god damn it!"

I leaned over and licked Sharon's ass and put my tongue inside
her as far as it would go. I got it as wet as possible and pushed
as much saliva into her orifice as I could. I kept it up until he
got impatient. He pulled my face away using a handful of my hair
as a handle and steered my mouth to his hard cock. When the head
of his cock was resting against my lips he said, "I'll do you a
favor faggot. I'll let you get my cock wet too. Just don't enjoy
it too much."

I opened my mouth and he shoved his hard, fat cock all the way
into my mouth and throat in one vicious thrust. It hurt but I was
getting used to it. I didn't even gag this time. I used my tongue
as much as possible and made his cock as wet as I could. He
didn't give me much time and I must confess that I had mixed
emotions about that. I knew that he was going to cause Sharon a
lot of pain with his fat, ungreased cock.

He pushed my head away after a few strokes and said, "Okay
faggot. Line me up and help me get that big pole in your pretty
wife's little hole."

I pulled one of her ass cheeks out, spreading her open so that I
could see her tiny pink hole and guided his cock to her with my
hand. There was still quite a bit of saliva there but saliva is
not a good lubricant. Sharon cried out in pain as Danny forced
his cock into her with no concern for her feelings or her safety.


Sharon was crying loudly and with every stroke she cried out in
pain. I tried to move away but Danny said, "Don't move you
fucking wimp. I want you to see how it's done. This is how to
fuck a broad. Fucking is all about a man getting his rocks off.
It ain't supposed to feel good for the bitch. Watch and learn
faggot."

I had become aware of the second bouncer entering the cube and
watching Danny rape Sharon's ass. He said, "Shit Danny. Don't
kill the whore." He watched for a minute or two and then he
asked, "Want me to put something in her mouth to shut her up?"

Danny was grunting with the exertion as he fucked Sharon
violently. He said, "You can fuck her mouth if you want Sid. I
like hearing her cry when I fuck her but I don't really have time
to do it right. I gotta finish up behind the bar. So go ahead and
plug the other end. You want wussy here to feed it to her for
you?"

Sid said, "Naw. I don't have any use for faggots. I can find her
mouth without his help. My cock will just home in on all the
fucking noise."

Sid walked around to the other side of the narrow cot. He
unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Sharon may have been
aware that he was there but all of her attention was focused on
the pain in her ass. She didn't respond at first when Sid placed
the head of his cock against her lips. 

He gave her ten or fifteen seconds and then he backed off a
little and drew back and gave her a vicious slap to the face.

She cried out and almost fell off the cot. Sid stepped close
again and grabbed a handful of her hair. This time when he placed
his cock against her lips she opened her mouth and started
sucking on him.

He didn't really give her much of a chance to suck his cock
though. He started pulling her face down his shaft and thrusting
his hips and his cock. Thankfully his cock was no larger than
mine. He drove it in to the hilt with the first cruel thrust.

Soon the two men's strokes were coordinated and Sharon was
grunting loudly around the cock in her mouth as Danny fucked her
with increasing violence.

I continued to kneel where Danny wanted me. His cock was raping
Sharon's ass less than two feet from my face. But I wasn't
watching. I was staring at nothing and trying not to hear the
pain that Sharon was suffering. I almost didn't notice when Danny
shot his cum into her. He made sure I was aware of it though. He
pulled his cock out of her and turned to face me. I knew what he
wanted and I didn't hesitate. I opened my mouth and sucked it
clean. 

When he was satisfied he left me there and pulled his pants up
and left without a word. I was relieved that he hadn't ordered me
to clean Sharon. I am pretty sure that we both preferred that she
clean herself with warm water and a cloth.

A few minutes later Sid reached his orgasm. Sharon swallowed and
he backed up and zipped his pants up. After he left I helped
Sharon up and I dampened a cloth for her. While she was cleaning
herself I noticed the red marks on her face from Sid's zipper
rubbing against her tender skin. 

When she was finished cleaning up I suggested that she put some
cream on her face. She rubbed her face where the marks were. Her
eyes were red from crying and she had a kind of dazed look on her
face.

I suggested that she take a couple of Tylenol before the club
opened and she said, "I already did. I take a couple every night
before I have to come here. It doesn't help much. These beasts
are stronger than Tylenol and most of the pain is in my mind. I
sometimes think that I am going to go crazy."

She got a small tube of cream out of her purse and I applied it
to the red marks on her face. They weren't that bad. They would
be gone in a little while. It was more irritation than damaged
skin.

We stood outside the cube when she had put the cream away. I told
her I loved her and she grinned wryly. We were discreet about it.
We didn't want to attract attention to ourselves.

We heard the music start. That was the sign that the club was
open. I turned to face the tables and Sharon moved over to await
her first customers. 

The first two men to come in were Mr. Kraft and Mr. James. The
other bouncer, Mo, escorted them across the club to Jeff's
office. They were in there for a long time but I had to watch
Sharon and didn't waste too much time worrying about them. 

Sharon was soon fetching drinks and being roughly handled by five
tables full of horny, perverted men. They took it kind of easy on
her until everyone at her tables had drinks. Once everyone had
been served though, the torment started getting ramped up.

Her first customers were two older, grossly overweight men that
looked like brothers. They escorted her to the cube and I
followed them in and collected their money. Then I stepped out
again. 

As soon as I was outside I turned to watch the girl on stage. I
had seen her in here every time we came in but I didn't know her.
I didn't even know her name. She was a very pretty, very young
looking blonde with a phony smile pasted on her lips and a sad
look in her eyes. 

Some of the girls actually danced when they were on stage. But
most of them had some kind of sexual act that they had to
perform. They were all choreographed by someone who worked for
Jeff. They were all obscene and humiliating and degrading. Some
of them, I am embarrassed to admit, were very exciting to watch.
I couldn't help wondering what Sharon would be made to do when
they gave her an act.

I noticed our supervisors, Mr. James and Mr. Kraft, coming out of
Jeff's office finally. They talked to Danny for a minute and then
they found a table with two empty chairs. They were not at one of
Sharon's tables. But then, they didn't need to be. They could
fuck her at the office five days a week.

I noticed that they were both carrying small, brown paper bags
when they came out of Jeff's office and I remembered that they
said something about Jeff offering them copies of the DVDs that
they had made of us. I hated the idea that those things even
existed but I didn't see where they could make our lives any
harder in the hands of James and Kraft.

I had been so distracted that I hadn't noticed the passing of
time. I was startled when the two men came out of Sharon's cube
and returned to the table. She came out a few minutes later. She
didn't look at me but as she brushed by me she reached out and
squeezed my hand. 

As I watched her walk back to refresh her customer's drinks at
her tables I noticed that her ass was bright red. One of them
must have given her quite a spanking in there but the music was
so loud that I hadn't even heard it!

I watched Sharon fill the drink orders and then perform a couple
of lap dances. Half way through the second lap dance the guy she
was straddling and getting groped by stopped her and she slid out
of his lap and stepped back. He got up and followed her back to
her cube. I guess he was so turned on by the lap dance that he
needed some relief. 

I followed them into the cube and took his money. He paid for a
blowjob. After he paid me he dropped his pants and sat on the
cot. I started to turn and leave but he stopped me. 

I turned back to see what he wanted and he just smiled at me and
started asking personal questions while Sharon sucked his cock.
He wasn't brutal. He didn't pull on her head or pull her hair or
anything. She was taking him down her throat but it wasn't as bad
for her as it often was.

He was a reasonably well dressed and prosperous looking man in
his early fifties. Unlike some of the customer she brought back
here he seemed clean. He was well spoken and obviously well
educated. He seemed like a nice, normal guy, except that he liked
having sex with women who were being forced and he liked to do it
in front of their husbands so that he could humiliate us both at
the same time.

He asked me how old we were and how we had met. He wanted to know
how old we had been when we had met and while she sucked his cock
I had to tell him about the first time we had sex and then about
the first night of our honeymoon.

He still hadn't reached orgasm when I finished telling him about
our honeymoon so he asked me to tell him about the night that
Jeff and his three partners first enslaved us.

That was what it took to get him off. He enjoyed hearing those
details so much that after he filled Sharon's mouth with cum he
told me to hand him his pants. He took out his wallet and he
handed me the money for another blowjob. Then he made me continue
and he came the second time just as I was describing how she was
raped by the dog. My actual memories of that night were still
very sketchy. But the events had been burned into my memory later
when they made us watch the DVD. It didn't matter to him though.
He took great pleasure in hearing me describe what happened to us
that night. He kept interrupting to ask for details of various
sex acts and he got a big kick out of hearing about the two black
men raping me too.

He finally came a second time and after he left Sharon rinsed out
her mouth and hurried out to fill all of the drink orders that
were sure to have accumulated while she was in her cube.

For the rest of the evening there was a steady stream of men
bringing Sharon to her cube and raping her after paying me for
the pleasure. Quite a few of them increased their pleasure by
making me stay in the room and watching and several of them made
me assist by feeding their cocks into whichever orifice they had
paid to use or by cleaning them up afterwards. 

Mr. James and Mr. Kraft both came into the back with one of the
other women before they went home. They both stopped on the way
to and from the cubicles assigned to the women that they had
chosen to pay to rape and looked into ours to watch Sharon
satisfying some strange man for money. They seemed to find it
very amusing.

It finally ended and the dwindling crowd was ushered out. I had
begun to notice that the crowd thinned between ten and eleven on
weekdays. By one o'clock in the morning the place was usually
less than half full. There were enough men left to make things
unpleasant for the women and their husbands. But it was those
first few hours that were the worst. 

On the other hand, by one in the morning we were all really
dragging. I assumed that most of the other couples were in the
same boat that we were and had real jobs. Most families these
days needed two incomes to get by. We were more fortunate than
most because one of our days off from the club was Sunday so we
could have an entire day off. I doubted if the couples that had
only weekdays off could get enough time to recuperate from their
regular jobs and the horrors of this place.

As soon as everyone left, Chuck came around for the money I had
collected. We cleaned our tables and put the chairs up. We
policed up the crap on the floor. The women were allowed to dress
and at last we went home.

As usual it was a quiet ride home and as soon as we stepped
inside Sharon undressed while I made us a drink. It had been a
rough night and Sharon said, "I need a hot bath. Care to join
me?"

We went up and drew a bath and sat together soaking in the hot
water. Another long night of rape and humiliation was over. This
would be the first full week of working in the club and we were
only half way through it. We were already emotionally and
physically drained. I didn't think it would be possible to keep
this up for an entire week, much less for months! 

I finished my drink and moved around in the big Jacuzzi tub until
I was seated behind Sharon. I massaged her shoulders and neck for
a few minutes and then I just held her in my arms. We were both
exhausted and I had no idea how we were going to wake up in time
to go to work in only four short hours from now. We almost fell
asleep in the tub. If the water hadn't started getting
uncomfortably cold we probably would have.

We got up and I dried Sharon and then myself. We brushed our
teeth and she used some hemorrhoid ointment on both her ass and
her pussy to ease the pain and swelling. Then we went to bed and
fell asleep almost instantly. 

When I heard the alarm in the morning I looked at it and saw that
it had been buzzing for fifteen minutes before it woke me. I
shook Sharon until she woke up and while she took a quick shower
I made coffee. While the coffee maker did its thing I went back
up and took a shower. Even the shower didn't wake me up fully. I
felt like I had been drugged.

We had a cup of coffee for breakfast and another to take with us.
We didn't talk much. We never seemed to talk much anymore. There
was only one major event in our lives at the moment and we didn't
want to talk about that.

We still felt close those. We held hands and we kissed and we sat
together when we could. But we sat in silence.

When it was time to go I drove us to work. As soon as I got to my
cube Mr. James called me to his office. I went down the hall and
knocked on his open door. He waved me in and I stepped inside but
left his door open. He looked tired but he smiled at me and said,
"Jesus Mike! I'm exhausted! I just wanted to tell you that I was
up until after one this morning watching the first DVD and it was
the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life."

I knew Kraft was an asshole but I had always thought that James
was a pretty nice guy. I thought he was just going along for the
ride with Kraft. I had obviously been mistaken. 

I tried not to let the way that I felt about him show on my face
when I said, "Mr. James, we were raped. It was horrible. We are
still being raped. I'm not sure that we will survive this. How
can you think that is hot?"

He smiled even wider and shrugged and said, "I must admit that I
am a little surprised myself. I have read stories about things
like this on the internet and found them arousing. But I never
thought I would enjoy living one of them. It turns out I'm more
of a bastard than I thought I was. I even got turned on watching
you get raped by those two black guys last night. That was the
hottest movie I've ever seen."

"I also bought the one of that woman, what was her name? Oh yes!
Tracy! Tracy and her husband and daughter. From Jeff's
description of it, it sounds pretty exciting. I wish I could have
been there to see that. He has recommended a few others that I'm
going to purchase when we go back. Jeff has one hell of a
collection. Some of those punishment DVDs sound very exciting.
They're expensive though. Your first DVD is going for one hundred
and fifty dollars! I must admit though, it was worth it. I can't
wait until lunch time to fuck Sharon though. I am going to have
to invite her in here after my morning meeting. Christ I'm horny!
You can get to work now. I just wanted you to know how much I was
enjoying the club and those DVDs."

I couldn't believe it! The son of a bitch actually had the nerve
to call me in to tell me how much he enjoyed watching my wife and
I on the night that they had drugged us and raped us for hours on
end!

I shook my head and turned and went to my desk. I tried to do a
little work but I was exhausted and I was having a hard time
keeping my mind on work. 

I saw James and Kraft and Sharon go by my cube about an hour
later. They went into James' office and shut the door. I saw
Sharon come out about forty minutes later. Her hair was mussed
and I could tell that she had just been raped again. I didn't
know if the others who saw her coming out of that room could tell
but it seemed obvious to me. 

As she came down the hall I could see her breasts moving under
that thin dress she was wearing. Her nipples were obvious and I
don't know about anyone else but I could tell that she was no
longer wearing her little thongs. Between the way she dressed and
the way her hips swayed because of those high heel shoes she
looked like a prostitute, a sweet innocent prostitute. But then,
that's what she was now, that's what we both were. And we weren't
even getting any of the money.

Sharon stopped at my desk and said, "Well, at least we'll be able
to go to lunch. They are both big fans of our movie. How about
that Mike, we're movie stars!" 

She was trying to keep it light but she sounded like she was
going to cry. I pulled her into my cube and held her in my arms
for a moment. She quickly remembered where we were and stepped
back. She smiled and said, "Remember where we left off and we'll
take up there at lunch."

They apparently left her alone after that and we left as soon as
the clock hit twelve. We went to a restaurant in town and had a
nice meal. It had been a while and to be perfectly honest I
didn't care if we were late getting back or not. 

We did get back in time and I actually got a little work done in
the afternoon. I was working for my own benefit though. The more
that I concentrated on my work the less time I spent being
tortured by the images of the things happening to Sharon.

Thursdays were usually my easiest day but I had done so little
work lately that I had several days of work backed up. I didn't
even realize that it was time to leave until Sharon showed up at
my cubicle. I shut my computer off and stood up and suddenly
realized that nearly everyone had gone already.

I said, "Sorry, I guess I was working to forget and I forgot."

She smiled and replied, "Good. I want you to keep forgetting. But
now we have to go and have another evening to forget."

We had a big lunch and we weren't hungry so I suggested that we
have a salad and a drink again and Sharon thought that was a good
idea. We lingered over our drink this time. We had never actually
been told what time we had to be at the club. They had just told
us to come there after work. I didn't see how they could object
to us having a salad before we went in as long as he had enough
time to get our tables ready.

We got to the club at five and I put the chairs down while Sharon
got undressed. I noticed that we were not the last ones to arrive
so I wasn't worried that we were late.

We had Sharon's five tables ready with more than twenty minutes
to spare. Tracy still wasn't at work. I'd be surprised if she and
her husband came back. Once the tables were ready we went to the
door of our cubicle. No one had every instructed us to do so. It
just seemed to be what everyone else did so we did it too.

We kept an eye on the two bouncers and the bartender. They were
at the bar talking among themselves and ignoring us. As long as
they ignored us we were happy.

When we were down to ten minutes to opening time Danny came over
and addressed everyone. He said, "I'm in charge tonight. Jeff and
the others won't be in. Anyone needs anything they see me. I'm
making a change to the entertainment schedule." 

Everyone waited nervously to find out what the change would be.
He turned to Sharon and said, "It's time you started pulling your
weight around here bitch. I don't know why Jeff is taking it so
easy on you. I'm giving you a few more tables tonight, so you
will have tables one through eight. You will also be going on
stage."

Sharon turned white. She said, "I don't know what to do. They
haven't given me anything to do on stage."

Danny smiled and said, "Don't worry bitch, this is going to be
easy. You'll go up once at seven and again at ten. But don't
worry, you won't be alone. You are going on with Tanya. And all
you have to do is what comes natural to a couple of cunts like
you. You'll get up there and kiss and feel each other up. Then
you lie down and make out for a while. You end up in a nice hot
sixty-nine. That should turn the customers on and get you some
business. Do you have any questions?"

Sharon looked like she was going to faint. She said, "Who is
Tanya?"

A cute young woman with long brown hair held her hand up. I
looked at her and saw that she was just as upset as Sharon was.

Sharon looked at Tanya and Tanya looked at her and almost in
unison they turned to Danny and meekly said, "I've never..."

Danny said, "Good, it will be more exciting that way. And it will
be a learning experience for both of you. I won't have any
problems with you girls will I? The customers would love another
punishment session."

Sharon and Tanya both shook their heads quickly.

Danny ignored them after that and handed out the new table
assignments. Half of the women now had eight tables and half had
nine. I had been aware that they had been taking it easy on
Sharon, at least in the number of tables she had to serve. I
hadn't realized that she was only serving half as many as the
other women. With their other duties it seemed like an awful lot
to ask of these women. They had to serve drinks, get groped and
do lap dances, put on sex shows and allow any man that want to
rape them to do so.

After Tanya got her table assignments she and Sharon spoke
briefly. Then they split up and we returned to the door of our
cubicles to wait for opening time. It was only a few minutes
later that the music started and the men started filling up the
tables a few at a time. 

Sharon tried to keep up but it was a lot harder than when she
just had four or five tables. It wasn't that she wasn't
intelligent enough to fetch three or four beers. But she had more
to concentrate on than their drink orders. Every time she got
near anyone in this place they groped her roughly. It made it
hard to concentrate.

She finally filled the drink orders for her eight tables, all the
time rushing her ass off. She only just barely finished getting
the men their drinks and providing one lap dance before it was
time for her show. 

Danny stopped the almost constant loud music at 7:00 P.M. and
used the PA system to announce, "Gentlemen. Tonight will be the
new girl's first night on stage. Sharon and Tanya are going to
put on a little show for you. This will be the first time eating
pussy for both of them so it should be amusing. Girls, get your
hot little asses up there and put on a good show, or else."

Tanya and Sharon met at the steps to the stage and as they
started up the stairs Danny put some soft jazz on. It was a real
relief after all of that constant hard rock dance music. The
crowd cheered and whistled for a moment or two and then was quiet
as the women moved to the front center of the stage and began to
kiss gently.

At first, as the women kissed, it was obvious that they were both
uncomfortable. But they began to caress each other and the kiss
became more passionate and soon it was apparent to every man in
the room that they were getting into it.

I must confess that I was more than a little shocked to see
Sharon obviously enjoying making love to another woman. I must
also confess that my cock was hard as a rock from watching.

They soon moved down and lay side by side facing each other on
the hard stage floor. They began to kiss and touch again and it
looked very much like they were losing control. They reminded me
of a couple of teenagers making out.

After some time passed, I have no idea how long, like everyone
else in the room I was fascinated by the erotic tryst taking
place on stage, Tanya suddenly seemed to take charge. She rolled
Sharon over onto her back and move around so that they were
kissing still, but facing in opposite directions. 

They kissed for another moment or two and then Tanya began to
kiss her way down my wife's body. When she reached Sharon's
breasts her breasts were at Sharon's lips. They licked and sucked
and nibbled at each other's breasts and I could hear sincere
moans of pleasure from both women all the way over to where I was
standing at the door to our cubicle.

They played with each other's breasts for a long time before
Tanya began to move down, kissing her way down Sharon's stomach.
As she moved, Sharon was lifting her head to kiss and lick at
Tanya's soft flesh as well. 

I think that the time allotted to their performance had already
elapsed. But no one minded. And certainly no one was going to
interrupt.

Their lips were now mere inches from each other's sex and it
seemed like the men in the audience were all holding their breath
as they waited for touchdown. When the women's lips finally
touched each other's pussies there was a collective sigh from the
audience and a moment of tentative exploration as each woman
tasted a pussy for the first time. 

They seemed to quickly realize that eating pussy didn't suck at
all. In just a couple of minutes they were really getting into it
and they soon forgot all about the dirty old men they were
supposed to be entertaining. They both enjoyed a series of loud
and uninhibited orgasms and the show went on much longer than
Danny had demanded. He finally had to get on the PA system and
order them to break it up and get back to work.

When his voice finally got through to them they stopped what they
were doing and seemed to come to their senses and be embarrassed
by what they had just done. Or perhaps they were embarrassed that
they had enjoyed it so much.

They got to their feet and hurried off stage to a standing
ovation. It is a good thing that the other women had been taking
care of their tables while they were on stage because they didn't
get any time to take drink orders. As soon as they stepped off
stage they were both escorted back to their cubicles by horny men
who couldn't wait to fuck them.

I lost track of Tanya after that. But Sharon was kept so busy
fucking dirty old men in her cubicle that she didn't get to serve
another beer or perform a lap dance for almost two hours after
her stage show. 

When she finally went back to waiting on her eight tables she
looked exhausted. She tried to ignore the groping hands as she
refilled the drinks and by then it was after ten o'clock and
things were starting to calm down. 

There was still a steady stream of men that brought her back to
the cubicle to pay me to fuck her, but the crowd was starting to
thin out and the drinking was slowing down. Her tables were
slowly emptying and by midnight she only had four tables that
weren't empty. Between midnight and one in the morning she only
had to have sex with two more men.  She wasn't allowed to rest
though. If she wasn't fetching beers or getting fucked she was at
the tables being groped or sitting in someone's lap being
molested. 

I had been left pretty much alone this evening. I had been forced
to watch everyone out at the tables sexually assaulting Sharon.
And I had been kept busy collecting money from the men who paid
to rape her and then straightening up after they left the cube.
But except for handing me their money most of the men had ignored
me.

I was tired when they finally closed up at one. I had been up
since early this morning and I had only had three or four hours
sleep each night this week. But all I had to do was stand here by
the door. It was my poor wife that was doing all of the work and
suffering at the hands of these assholes. I don't know how she
could stand it.

We all went about our cleanup duties after the customers left but
this evening, before they let us go, Sharon, Tanya and Carol, a
redhead that we hadn't met yet, were ordered to stay behind and
satisfy Danny and the two bouncers. That didn't take long though
and we were still home before two in the morning. 

When we got home I made us each our normal early morning
nightcap. It looked like I was going to have to go to the liquor
store soon. Those bottles don't last as long once you start
drinking the alcohol.

When I returned to the living room Sharon was naked again, as
usual. She took her drink and we touched glasses and took a sip.
We were both exhausted but she had a funny look on her face. I
let her guide me to the couch and after I sat down she straddled
my legs and sat in my lap facing me. I didn't know what was on
her mind but I was enjoying the view. 

She took another sip of her drink and asked, "Did you enjoy the
show?"

I hoped that this wasn't one of those trick questions. You know,
like, "Does this dress make me look fat?" Because there was no
lying about this. I had been just as turned on as all the other
men in the club, maybe more.

I sighed and said, "I hope this doesn't piss you off, but yes, I
enjoyed it very much. You were hotter than hell up there with
that woman. I didn't expect to be turned on by that but it was
very exciting. Does that bother you?"

She finally smiled and said, "No Mike. I was afraid you were
going to be upset when you saw how much I enjoyed it. It was
exciting wasn't it? Tanya enjoyed it too."

I replied, "Yes, it was very exciting. I wonder if you will have
to do it again."

She said, "I wonder what it would be like with just the two of us
in a nice, soft, clean bed?"

I reached up and teased her nipples and asked, "You aren't
thinking of leaving me for a woman are you? After everything else
that has happened I don't think my ego could stand that."

She put her glass down on the end table and held my hands against
her breasts and said, "No baby, I would never leave you. But I
had no idea how sexy it could be to make love to a woman. I liked
it. I can't help wondering what it would be like outside of that
club when we were just doing it for ourselves."

I pulled her forward and kissed her and after a few minutes I
said, "Why don't you invite her over? I'll leave you two alone if
you want."

Sharon looked at me, trying to decide if I was serious. I smiled
and said, "With all the bad things that are happening to you
lately, I have no problem with you having a little fun."

She smiled and reached down between us and said, "It feels like
you would like to have a little fun yourself."

I replied, "I can wait until Sunday. I know how tired you are and
I understand. I don't want to be just one more problem you have
to deal with."

Sharon leaned down and kissed me passionately and said, "You are
not a problem Mike. I told you when this started that I want you
to make love to me. I want to know that you want me after the
things you have seen me do."

She slid out of my lap and spread my legs apart. She leaned down
and kissed my hard cock through my pants and then started pulling
my zipper down.

I put my hand on hers to stop her. I held her hand over my hard
on and said, "You feel that? I still want you. I told you before
that I will always want you and I meant it. But it is after two
o'clock in the morning and you must be exhausted. You have spent
the evening with strange, dirty old men attacking you with cocks
and if you can put up with that until this is over then I can put
up with being horny."

She smiled and said, "No man of mine is going to go to bed horny!
Now god damn it move your hand. I'm going to suck your cock and
you can't stop me!"

I sighed and in a long suffering voice I said, "Well, okay. If I
must, I must. But I'm only doing this for you."

She giggled and said, "If you don't knock off the sarcasm you may
not get lucky until Sunday after all!"

I stood up and helped her to her feet. I pulled her into my arms
and kissed her and said, "Come on. Let's go to bed and play."

We hurried upstairs and I undressed and got in bed. Sharon went
into the bathroom and washed up and joined me. I expected her to
lie down and we would kiss and touch and make love. She had
something else in mind. She took my cock into her mouth and down
into her throat instantly. 

I tried to tell her that I wouldn't be able to last very long. I
had been so horny since I saw her and Tanya that I had been hard
almost all night.

She just moaned around my cock and in two minutes I was cumming.

She held my cock in her mouth until it was soft and then she
kissed it and moved up beside me. We turned the lights out and I
held her in my arms. She lay with her back to me, holding my arms
around her midsection. I was gently kissing her shoulders and her
neck and enjoying the feeling of her body against mine. 

I expected that we would both drift off to sleep quickly. It was
early in the morning and we had to get up soon and go to work.
But before we could go to sleep she said in a quiet voice, "Mike,
I need to tell you something. There is something that really
bothered me tonight. Please don't be mad. It wasn't just with
Tanya. I came several times tonight while some of those men were
raping me. I didn't want to. I tried not to. But after Tanya, I
don't know, I guess I was just so turned on. I don't know why I
came. I didn't like it. I hate those men. I just...I'm sorry
Mike. Do you hate me?"

It felt like she had stopped breathing while she waited to hear
how I would react. I didn't even have to think about it. I kissed
her shoulders again and said, "Good. It kills me every time one
of those assholes takes you into that little room and rapes you.
I worry about you so much. If you can get off on it every now and
then I think that's great. I would rather have you cum than go
crazy."

She turned around in my arms and my eyes had adjusted to the dark
so I could see that she was crying.

I smiled and asked, "What's the matter? Why are you crying?"

She buried her face against my chest and said, "I thought you
were going to hate me. I was so afraid that you would hear me in
that room having an orgasm with one of those apes and think that
I was turning into some kind of sick chick."

I kissed her lips and said, "First of all, that music is so loud
I only hear your cries of pain. Second, you have my permission,
not that you need it, to have an orgasm with each and every one
of those assholes. Anything that makes this easier for you is
fine with me."

She was crying hard now and I pulled her tighter against me and
whispered that I loved her.

She sobbed, "Oh Mike, I love you so much!"

I held her like that until she got quiet and finally drifted off
to sleep. It was almost three o'clock before she went to sleep
and probably another half hour before I did. The alarm went off
at six and neither one of us heard it for at least fifteen
minutes.

I finally reached over and turned off but I started to go back to
sleep. I would have if Sharon hadn't shaken me and said, "Come
on, let's go take a nice long shower."

I struggled to wake up and finally I said, "Okay. You get the
shower going and I'll start the coffee and join you."

The only way that I could function was to tell myself that
tomorrow was Saturday and we could sleep late. We still had to
work the club on Saturday. But we would have the day to sleep
late and rest up. We just had to get through today.

I put the coffee on and hurried upstairs. I joined Sharon in the
shower and we didn't have a lot of time to enjoy it but we made
it as pleasant as possible. It wasn't hard. I always enjoyed
running my hands over her beautiful body. The hardest part was
that once we dried off we didn't have time to do anything about
the feelings we had awakened in the shower.

We dressed quickly and I got a chance to see her in her fifth new
dress. This was the most outrageous yet. It was backless and the
back was cut so low that there was a hint of the top of her ass
where the fabric ended. The top came up from the beltline and
draped loosely over her breasts and tied behind her neck. Except
for the material over her breasts her front was exposed to below
her navel. It was a very sexy, very attractive garment. It would
have looked good if we were going out for the evening to a club
or if we were on vacation in a beach resort area. The prospect of
wearing that thing to the office was daunting.

We went downstairs and poured our coffee and sat at the kitchen
table. It was immediately apparent that this dress was even
shorter than the others she had been wearing all week. While she
was seated she could not pull it down enough to cover her pussy.
Her entire slit was visible. She tried several times to tug it
down but as soon as she released the material it drew back,
exposing her pussy. She finally just shook her head and quit
trying. I had the impression though, that she wasn't quite as
upset about it as she had been at the beginning of the week.
Could she have changed that much in just five days?

I kept my legs under the table so that she wouldn't see that I
had an erection. I'm sorry. I know that is so wrong. But damn she
looked hot!

As usual I timed it so that we arrived at work at the very last
moment. We walked into the building and separated. I took a few
steps toward my office and then turned to watch Sharon walk in
the other direction to her office. Every man that she passed in
the hallway stopped and turned and watched her until she turned
into her office nearly all the way at the other end of the
building. One woman stepped out of her office after Sharon passed
and then turned to see what all of the men were staring at. She
did a double take and then dropped the papers she was carrying.
That was when I stopped watching and went to my office.

Although Kraft had told Sharon that she would have to make
herself available on Tuesdays and Thursdays that deal had fallen
through from the very beginning. He and James had been with her
every day since they had joined in the fun and started raping
her. They didn't wait until lunch time either. The supervisors
from all of the sections have a morning meeting in the conference
room. Yesterday and again today, as soon as the meeting was over
Kraft and James summoned Sharon to James' office. 

I heard those high heels coming half way across the building. She
glanced into my cubicle as she passed by but didn't say anything.
I sat staring at my computer monitor but I didn't even know what
was on it. My mind was in that office worrying about Sharon and
thinking of how pervasive this had all become. 

Our entire lives seemed to revolve around her being raped over
and over. Maybe it wasn't violent, at least most of the time it
wasn't. But we were so constantly demeaned and degraded. It was
taking over our lives and there was no end in sight. Between the
abuse and the lack of sleep and the poor diet we were already
starting to lose ourselves in this horrible situation. 

I found myself listening for the sound of Sharon's heels coming
back down that hallway from James's office. It seemed to take
forever. The three of them were probably in there with the door
locked for nearly an hour. I worried about what my co-workers
would think of that. But I was much more concerned with what
abuse she had to put up with from those two horny old bastards. 

I finally heard her leaving the office and coming back down the
hallway. I looked up, hoping she would stop when she got to my
cube. She did. But she had a look on her face that I couldn't
quite decipher. 

She stepped into my cube and said, "I'm sorry Mike."

She pulled her skirt up to her waist and moved between me and my
desk. She bent over my desk and I saw that both her pussy and her
ass were dripping with cum. I saw movement and looked up to see
Kraft and James standing at the entrance to my cube and smiling
at me. 

James said, "Clean her up Mike. She can't work like that." Then
the two of them watched as I ate her ass and her pussy clean.
They probably expected more of a reaction from me than they got.
I hated doing this. It was sickening. But I had done so many
sickening things since our night out two weeks ago that I could
do this without too much trouble. I figured it was easier on me
cleaning her up than it had been on her when they soiled her.

I did what they demanded of me as quickly as possible. I was
afraid that someone would come down the hall and glance in and
see Sharon exposed as she was and see what I was doing. No one
noticed but those two old perverts though. They watched until I
finished and then they separated and went to their respective
offices. 

Sharon stood up and pulled her dress back into place and sat at
the chair beside my desk. She looked embarrassed, as if it were
somehow her fault. She looked me in the eyes and whispered, "I'm
sorry."

I looked at her quizzically and said, "You don't have to
apologize to me for being raped! It isn't like it was your
idea."

She glanced at the door to my cubicle and then turned back and in
a voice that was so faint I had to lean closer to hear her she
said, "Do you know what I dream about the last couple of days? I
dream about cocks. I dream about huge cocks coming at me from all
directions. They are not disembodied. They are attached to men.
But I can't see the men. I just see the cocks and it doesn't even
matter what man they are attached to. I feel them, even in my
dreams. I feel inch after inch of cock entering my pussy and
stretching me out. I dream about my lips sliding down long thick
cocks without every seeming to reach the end. But the thing that
scares me is that I'm not sure if they are dreams or nightmares.
I'm no longer afraid of them or disgusted by them. I don't want
them, but...I don't know. It's like I belong to them now. I'm not
a person anymore. I'm not a woman. I'm a place where cocks go.
I'm just a warm, damp place where men deposit their cum because
it amuses them to do so."

I probably should have been upset by what she was saying. Two
weeks ago I would have been. But I wasn't, not now. Once more I
was glad that my lower body was under a table so that Sharon
couldn't see how hard I got when she told me about her dreams.
But even though her words gave me an erection, and I'm not even
sure why, I was afraid. I was afraid of what this new life that
was forced upon us was doing to her mind. I reached out and took
her hand and squeezed it.

The blank look left her eyes and in a cartoon voice she asked,
"How do you like me now?"

I smiled and said, "Hop back up here on my desk and I'll show you
how I like you now."

She rolled her eyes and said, "Men!" But she smiled as she stood
up and bent down and kissed me. She said, "See you at lunch
time." Then I listened as her high heels echoed down the
hallway.

I glanced at the time. I was surprised to see that there was less
than an hour to go before lunch. It occurred to me that it was a
very good thing that my paycheck was not dependent on how much
work I got done. Lately I had done very little. In the past I had
always taken pride in my work and was highly respected by the
people that I worked with. Lately my desk had become a bottleneck
and I didn't give a shit.

Sharon and I went into town and had a nice lunch. I got some work
done in the afternoon and apparently our bosses left her alone
too. We stopped for what was becoming our usual salad and a drink
after work and then it was off to the club. We were exhausted but
we kept reminding ourselves that tomorrow was Saturday and we
could sleep late. 

After we ate I drove to the club. The bouncer let us in and told
us that we were to report to Jeff's office as soon as Sharon took
her dress off. He also informed us that we were to move down one
cubicle. We would now be assigned to the second cubicle. We went
to the cubicle and she undressed and put her dress on the little
shelf that was provided for it. Then we went to Jeff's office.
About half of the other women and their husbands were already
getting their tables ready as we moved through the main room.

Jeff's door was open. He had seen us coming through the large one
way glass that looked out onto the club. He waved us inside and
it was immediately apparent that they had found a replacement for
Tracy. There was a young woman on her knees between Ron and Gene.
They were taking turns forcing their cocks into her throat.
Kneeling behind them was a young man who had tears streaming down
his cheeks. His hands were between the legs of the two men raping
his wife's mouth and cradling their balls.

We struggled to ignore the new couple and the torment they were
being subjected to. Jeff waited for us to look at him and he
said, "I heard some good things about your show last night.
Apparently it was pretty popular. It also increased your take.
You took a lot of cock last night bitch. Sorry I missed it. I
have something special planned for you tomorrow. But for tonight
I want you and Tanya to repeat the show from last night. Danny
will give you your schedule. As you can see we have replaced
Tracy. So we'll cut you down to seven tables tonight. I have
someone coming in on Sunday to add another couple of cubicles for
you whores. I don't think you are spending enough time with the
customers. So we are going to increase our wait staff by two
girls."

Jeff nodded towards the young woman being raped nearby and said,
"Amber starts tonight and I have two more girls coming to work in
the next few days. After that we'll see if we need to recruit
more girls."

We heard Amber choking as one of the men filled her mouth with
cum but we tried to divorce ourselves from her suffering. We
waited for Jeff to dismiss us and we went out and got our table
assignments from Danny. He also gave Sharon her show schedule.

We got our tables ready for opening. We were half way through
when I noticed the new couple at the bar. The man was sitting at
the bar and his wife was bent over the bar while Danny raped her,
just like he had done to us and probably all the other couples
that were blackmailed into working here. 

When our tables were ready we saw that there were still four
tables that weren't ready. It was obvious that they were going to
be assigned to the new girl. I went over and started putting the
chairs down and when no one objected Sharon came over and put the
ash trays out and lit the candles that sat on every table.

When we were done we went over and stood in front of our new
cubicle and waited. It was still a little early but we were in no
hurry for the place to open and the crowd of perverts to begin
using us.

I saw Kelly leading Amber and her husband to our old cubicle for
their orientation, just as she had done for us a week ago. I
guess that the new couples start in that first cube and then move
down as new couples are enslaved and older ones are allowed to
leave, or are destroyed the way Tracy and her family had been.

The men were let in soon and there was an obvious feeling of
excitement rippling through the crowd when they saw the fresh
meat that was available now. They couldn't all have her though,
so they took it out on the other girls. The crowd was larger and
rowdier, I suppose because it was Friday night. A lot of men who
hadn't gotten to see it last night got a kick out of Sharon and
Tanya's new act. 

There must have been a lot of thirsty men in the audience that
night because Sharon, Tanya and Amber spent most of their time on
their backs. When Chuck came around to collect the money at the
end of the night I handed him nearly three thousand dollars.
Almost none of that was from lap dances. Sharon had been taken by
so many men that I had totally lost track. There must have been
close to a dozen times that she was taken by two men at once. 

In the early evening I had begun to notice the sounds of pleasure
coming from the cubicle and some of those sounds were emanating
from Sharon. I had mixed feelings about that. I was glad that she
could get some pleasure from what was happening to her. But I
missed the people that we used to be and I wondered if we could
ever return to being a normal couple when this was over. I
wondered if Sharon would be satisfied with just making love to me
when this was over.

By the end of the night I was nearly sleepwalking and Sharon was
positively loopy. I had to lead her to the car and she didn't
seem to be aware that we were going home. I didn't make us drinks
when we got home. I took her up and took that slutty dress off of
her and put her in bed. I went around to my side and dropped my
clothes on a nearby chair and we were both unconscious in less
than a minute.

We went to sleep before two in the morning and I slept until
almost two-thirty that afternoon. When I woke up I lay there
listening to Sharon's deep, even breathing and watching her
breasts rise and fall as she slept. The covers had slipped down
and her breasts were exposed. I thought of all of the men that
had groped her breasts and chewed on her little pink nipples and
I was amazed that I could see no difference in them. 

It was several minutes before I saw her start to stir and slowly
wake up. Her eyes opened and she turned on her side and faced me.
She reached out and caressed my face and asked, "Have you been
awake long?"

I shook my head. 

She was staring at my eyes and she had a strange, questioning
look on her face. I asked, "What?"

She was quiet for a moment and then she said, "I was wondering
who you see when you look at me now."

I smiled and said, "I guess we both have our doubts."

That made her nervous. I hadn't meant for it to sound like that.
I leaned over and kissed her and said, "I still see the
wonderful, sexy, beautiful, highly intelligent, slightly ditsy
woman that I married."

She grinned and said, "That was a fast recovery, now for the
truth. What doubts do you have?"

I tried to think of the best way to say it, or if I should say it
at all. But we had always been honest with each other and I
thought that it was something that needed to be talked about. I
said, "We are changing. That's inevitable. Don't misunderstand
what I am about to say. I will always love you and I am pretty
sure that as long as I don't fuck up any more than the average
man you will continue to love me. I was thinking about everything
you have been through and how it is changing you and I couldn't
help wondering if, when this is finally all over, you could go
back to being satisfied by just making love to me the way we used
to."

She looked so sincere when she replied, "But Mike, what makes you
think I was satisfied before?!"

I laughed and rolled over on top of her. I kissed her and said,
"God I love you..., bitch!"

She hugged me and we kissed and I felt my cock growing. She
smiled when she realized I was getting hard and said, "God I love
it when you do that. I love it that you still want me after
everything you have seen."

She reached down between us and guided my cock to her pussy. I
was surprised that she was moist and ready. I slowly pushed my
cock all the way inside of her and then I stopped and enjoyed the
fantastic feeling of her hot, wet pussy grasping me tightly. I
was relieved that it felt no different, despite all of the
abuse.

She looked up at me and the kidding ended. She said, "I have to
admit that I don't feel the same way that I used to about sex. It
is no longer the solemn act that it once was. Now, when I am in
the club and those men take me into that little room and put
their cocks inside of me I lay there and close my eyes and feel
them sliding into me and sometimes, especially when it is early
and I'm not so tired, sometimes I get excited. Sometimes I even
reach orgasm. The first few times that happened to me I almost
freaked out. I thought that was the one think left that was
reserved for you. But now I feel that it doesn't matter. Now the
difference is what I feel in my heart when I am with you. Does
that make sense?"

I kissed her and said, "It makes perfect sense. I heard you last
night. I heard you have several orgasms and I was glad for you.
There have been some times lately when I have gotten turned on by
things that a husband should not have been aroused by. I have had
to hide more than one hard on from you. I hope that doesn't upset
you. But I want you to know because I don't want you to be afraid
of what I might think of you after this."

She pulled me tight against her beautiful body and after another
passionate kiss she said, "Okay, we've aired out the dirty
laundry. Now fuck me god damn it! You're driving me crazy with
that thing!"

In a hurt voice I said, "Sometimes I think you only want me for
my body." But then I did what she asked. We fucked like crazy and
god it was great! We stayed locked together like that after we
reached an almost simultaneous orgasm and I looked down at my
sweet, loving wife and I felt so much love for her that I
couldn't even express it. And I saw in her eyes that she felt it
too. I didn't have any more reservations about our life when this
chapter was over. I knew that it would be different. We are
different now. But I knew that we had this one thing that no one
could touch, no one could diminish. I hoped that would make what
we had to do until then a little easier for both of us.

We screwed around so long that we didn't have time to eat. We had
just enough time to take a shower and get dressed and rush to the
club. I started taking the chairs off of our tables while Sharon
went and took her dress off. 

Amber and her husband came in not long after us and as soon as
she came in one of the bouncers took her into her cubicle. Her
husband came over and started taking the chairs off of his
tables. He glanced at me and I smiled and nodded. He looked
embarrassed but he said, "Thanks for yesterday." 

I responded, "It's okay. We are pretty new at this too. We know
how you feel. All I can tell you is 'hang in there'. The best
thing that you can do to get through this is to separate this
from real life."

Kelly was at a nearby table and overheard me. She said, "That is
the best advice I have heard yet. This will either kill you or
make you stronger. Just remember, this isn't your fault and it
isn't her fault. You two are going suffer a lot until they are
done with you. You can't blame each other for what happens."

Danny saw us talking and yelled, "Do you guys need something
productive to do with your mouths?"

We went back to work, all of us trying to ignore the loud grunts
and the sound of flesh slapping flesh as Amber was raped by the
bouncer in her cubicle. It seemed so loud without the music
blaring and the customers yelling and calling out, harassing the
girls as they moved among them taking drink orders and getting
groped roughly.

Just before opening time Danny came over and made sure all the
girls knew their table assignments and the schedule for their
stage shows. Sharon was only given one show at eight o'clock. We
didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She actually
kind of enjoyed what happened on stage once she blotted out the
audience. And while she was up there that was thirty or forty
minutes that she wasn't being raped by the men in the audience.
But when she finished her shows she was always in high demand and
it seemed like she was raped more now than she had been before
she started putting on her shows with Tanya.

The doors opened at six and for the next half hour Sharon and the
other girls were busy serving drinks. As soon as drink orders had
been filled the sex started. One after another the girls started
coming back with men and taking them into their cubicles. Amber
was first. She had the fewest tables and she was the newest girl
so she was in high demand. She was very beautiful, but then, all
of the women were. She was also very young. I would guess that
she and her husband were still in their teens. She was going to
be popular for a long time. Unfortunately for us, her popularity
didn't seem to be having any effect on the number of men that
wanted to rape Sharon for a few dollars.

The music stopped at eight o'clock and I saw Sharon take a deep
breath and head for the stage. I glanced over at Tanya and saw
that she wasn't making her way up there. I wondered if they had
selected another partner for Sharon this evening. 

I started getting nervous when I saw Danny come out from behind
the bar and walk up on stage. He moved behind Sharon and the
crowd got quiet as they waited to see what was going to happen.

Danny reached around Sharon and cupped her breasts. He teased her
nipples and began whispering in her ear. I saw Sharon turn white.
Whatever he was saying terrified her. She didn't move though. She
stood still and listened to him and allowed him to toy with her
breasts.

Danny dropped his hands and moved away from Sharon. She did not
look relieved. He moved off stage for a few moments and then he
was back carrying a small table in one hand and a straight chair
in the other. He set the table down beside her and the chair in
front of her and sat with his back to the audience. 

He said something to her and she nodded. He reached over to the
table and picked something up and I saw him swabbing her nipples
with a small piece of cloth. I began to suspect what this was all
about and I felt like I was going to be sick. 

Sharon must be terrified. She had never even had her ears
pierced. She was terrified of needles. She refused to take the
flu shot. They almost had to sedate her so that she could take
the blood test before our wedding.

I saw the tears running down her cheeks as Danny pulled on her
nipples and then picked up a large needle and, holding her nipple
between his thumb and finger he stretched it out and touched the
point to the base of her nipple. 

I saw her shudder in terror but he said something and she nodded.
Then he slowly forced the needle through her sensitive nipple.
She screamed as it entered her flesh and I saw her legs start to
go out from under her. 

Danny yelled her name and when she looked at him he asked, "Do
you want this or the other?"

She was panting, hyperventilating, but she shook her head and
locked her knees and straightened back up. The needle was only
half way through her nipple. I saw her groan and I saw her lips
move. I could read her lips. She was chanting, "Oh god it hurts!"
over and over as Danny worked on her nipple.

Danny just grinned and slowly finished pulling the needle through
her nipple. He fumbled around with a large nipple ring for a
moment and when he was finished there were two trails of blood
down her breast and a much too large ring in her nipple.

When he was finished there were cheers and applause from the
crowd and he turned his attention to her other nipple. He teased
her nipple into erection and just as he was about to stab her
again she grabbed his wrist and I saw her close her eyes and take
a few deep breaths. Then she released her grip on his wrist and
he pulled her nipple out away from her breast and placed the
needle at its base. 

A lot of the men who were at tables further from the stage had
come close to get a better view as Danny prepared to stab Sharon
for a second time. The looks on the faces of those men turned my
stomach. They had probably never been so sexually excited before
in their lives.

Danny began to slowly insert the needle in her nipple and again
she screamed in pain. The crowd stirred. I would be willing to
bet that there was not a limp dick in the place at that moment.
Seeing a pretty young woman being tortured was the most exciting
thing in the world to them.

He paused with the needle half way through her nipple and then he
pulled it out the other side. He inserted the second ring and
then he wiped up the four trails of blood that were running down
her breasts. I was surprised at how little blood there was. He
sprayed something on her nipples and she grimaced in pain and
then he was finished with her nipples and there was another loud
round of applause. 

Unfortunately, the show wasn't over yet. He stood up and turned
the chair around and helped Sharon to stand on it. He stepped
back and then shook his head and went backstage. He came back
with two more chairs. He put one down beside the first and Sharon
spread her legs and stood with one leg on each chair. Then he sat
down in front of her. 

There were more cheers as Danny ordered Sharon to pull her labia
apart and he daubed at her clit with the swab. It looked like she
was going to pass out and I couldn't understand why she hadn't
already done so.

He picked up the needle again and Sharon was sobbing loudly now
as he pulled the hood from around her clit and slowly inserted
the needle into it. Sharon screamed again and this time Danny had
to catch her as she started to fall. 

He slapped her face and said something to her. She shook her head
violently and managed to stand erect again. The needle was still
in her flesh. Danny waited for her to pull her labia apart again
and he finished pulling the needle through. He inserted another
large ring in her flesh and after cleaning up the blood trail he
sprayed her clit with what I assumed was a topical antibiotic. I
thought it highly unlikely that they would provide her with
anything to deaden the pain.

Danny helped her down from the chair when he was done and as the
crowd cheered like crazy he bent her over the chair and pulled
out his cock. He fucked her from behind and with every stroke of
his cock she cried out in pain.

When he was finished he made her clean his cock and then he
announced, "Gentlemen, I hate to say this. I know how much you
are looking forward to fucking the bitch now. But I'm afraid that
tits, cunt and ass are off limits until she comes back to work on
Tuesday. She is supposed to leave those alone for three weeks
after she is pierced, but I figure she can handle a good fucking
after three days. But she can still suck a cock if anyone wants
her."

There were a lot of disappointed men in the audience, but they
were soon on their way to the cubicles with the other women.
Sharon wasn't left alone to recuperate though. There was a steady
stream of men for the rest of the evening that took her into the
cubicle and forced her to suck them off. 

I was forced to watch her the rest of the evening. Every move she
made was obviously painful. Walking irritated the ring in her
clit and despite Danny's warning many of the men grabbed at her
tits and pulled her around by them. Not the rings, they left the
rings alone for the most part. But every touch was painful and I
could tell that from across the room.

Many times that night I saw her come out of her cube wiping the
tears from her eyes. I wondered if she would finally relent and
allow me to do something about these men. I still had the pistol
in the glove compartment and my reservations about taking a human
life were pretty much a thing of the past now. I was pretty sure
that now I could pull that trigger without remorse.

We weren't the only ones suffering of course. I saw that Amanda
and her husband were being treated just like we had. It only just
occurred to me that the men had begun to leave me alone for the
most part. They still liked having me in the room while they
raped Sharon. But they seldom involved me in their activities any
longer. Some still got a kick out of having me place their cocks
inside of my wife, but most of them had the normal male aversion
to being touched by another man.

I could see that it was having a real effect on Amanda's husband.
I wanted to say something to him but I was afraid of attracting
any more attention to him and his wife than they already had
garnered by just being new and fresh.

This terrible long night finally ended and I helped Sharon out to
the car. I drove her home and helped her out of her dress once we
were inside the door and helped her to a seat. I got my first
close look at her new jewelry. Her nipples were red and swollen
and she was definitely not aroused.

I made us both a drink and offered to make her some soup or a
light supper. She shook her head and said, "No Mike, just a very
strong drink and some Tylenol. If I tried to eat I'd get sick."

I came back with the drinks and a bottle of Tylenol and sat
beside her. I gently held her in my arms and cradled her. We sat
in silence for a few minutes and then I asked, "What was Danny
saying to you before he started torturing you?"

She shuddered as she thought back to this evening and after
another large sip of her drink she said, "He was offering me a
choice. I could stand still and let him pierce me or I would be
strapped down to that bench every day next week and entertain the
crowd by fucking and sucking every dog they could get their hands
on. You know how I feel about needles, but that was an easy
choice."

We were quiet again, sipping on our drinks and contemplating what
our life had become. I rested my head on hers and asked, "Are you
ready to let me do something about this yet?"

She squeezed my hand and said, "Mike, if you were Rambo I would
think about it. But you can't fight those men."

I would have argued but I was pretty sure she was right. I might
get one or two of them. But if the others didn't kill me then the
police would catch me. I was not cut out for that kind of thing.
I sighed and said, "Okay. I guess you're right. I'll take the gun
back. I'll take care of it tomorrow and pick you up something to
put on those piercings."

I felt her tears run down her cheeks and drop onto my arm and it
was all I could do to keep from crying too.

We slept late again on Sunday morning. When I woke up I made a
light breakfast for Sharon and served it to her in bed with more
Tylenol. When she was taken care of I told her I was going out
and that I would be back in about an hour. 

I drove over to Marty's house and took the paper bag with the
pistol out of the trunk. I went to the door and Marty's wife
said, "He's in the basement. He spends his whole damn life in the
basement. Go on down Mike."

I found him in his gun room down in the basement. When I entered
he said, "I haven't read about any massacres in the paper."

I set pistol down despondently and said, "I didn't use it. I
guess I'm not man enough to defend myself and my wife."

He looked at me for a minute and said, "Any asshole can point a
gun and pull a trigger. That doesn't make you a man. Sit down
Mike."

I sat down across from at the table. He was working on a gun and
had it all torn down. He glanced up at me and said, "You look
like shit."

I couldn't argue with that.

He continued, "You look like shit and you didn't use the gun. So
I guess you still have a problem. Are you ready to talk about it
yet?"

I sighed and said, "I could use some suggestions."

He continued working on his gun but he said, "I'm listening."

So I told him. I told him everything from that first night when
they took us from the restaurant. God, it seemed like months ago!
I also told him why we couldn't go to the cops and I told him
what had happened to the family that did. When I told him about
the young girl he stopped working on his gun and stared at me.
His face got cold and hard and to be honest, scary.

I listed all of the people involved, even the cameramen. 

When I was done he asked, "Why didn't you tell me this the last
time you were here Mike?"

I responded, "Because there seems to be only one way to fight
these people. And it is illegal. It doesn't seem right that you
should take that much risk for me. You could have been killed or
caught and put away for a long time."

He just shook his head. Then he said, "Mike, it isn't that I
don't respect you for who you are. I do. I don't agree with you
much, but you are principled and honest and we may differ on
tactics but I think we both want the same thing for the world.
The thing is, we all have our little niche in the world. We all
have our talents. There are things that you are good at that I
couldn't do. There are other things that you cannot do that I
have a talent for. I think the problem here is that you are
flailing around blindly in my area of expertise. I suggest that
you let me and a couple of friends of mine handle this little
problem for you. To be perfectly honest, we would enjoy the
chance to get in the game again. Let me get some information from
you."

He asked me a lot of questions about people and locations. I told
him what I could and when he had gotten all the information from
me that he could he sent me home. 

I tried to wish him luck but he smiled and said, "Luck has
nothing to do with it Mike. My friends and I were in the Seals
for a very long time and we appreciate a little good fortune when
it comes our way, but we don't incorporate it in to our plans. Go
home."

So I did. I stopped at the drug store and picked up some
medications for Sharon's piercings. I stopped at the liquor store
and bought a bottle of whiskey and a case of ginger ale. Then I
drove home and went up to check on Sharon.

She was sitting up in bed reading her book. I had only been gone
for a little under two hours but she seemed to be doing better
already. She had only gotten up once to go to the bathroom and it
had been painful, but as long as she didn't move around she
didn't hurt too badly.

I sat with her and when she got hungry I ordered a pizza. We had
not been shopping in a long time and we were pretty much out of
food. I was going to call us both in sick tomorrow and I could go
shopping then. I was also going to make an appointment with our
doctor to have Sharon's wounds examined. I didn't tell her that
though. She would raise hell if I did.

When the pizza came I went down to pay for it and by the time I
had and the delivery man left Sharon was at the bottom of the
stairs. She was walking carefully but she said that she thought
it was better to move around and keep limber. Besides, she was
sick and tired of staying in bed.

I made us both a drink and we sat on the couch and ate pizza and
watched an old DVD. 

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, "I can't tell you why, but I
want to tell you something I haven't been able to say since we
went out for dinner. 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 yesterday.

I said, "Don't ask me any questions. I don't want to get your
hopes up too high. Just be patient a little longer."

I figured that we had had enough alcohol for a while. We had been
drinking an awful lot lately. 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 half expected a
call from Kraft or James to find out why we weren't at work but
they didn't call.

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 better than 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 returned that gun to Marty last night and in so
doing I had inadvertently ended up recruiting a small army.

I related the details of my visit to Marty's house yesterday.
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 husband's did anything. You were willing
to...oh mike! 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
was holding a large box and when I opened the door he stepped in
and set it down and said, "Give me a hand, I have a few more."

I went with him and helped him unload the back of his cargo van.
There were a dozen very large, very heavy 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 loose 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 you can guess 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 tell 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 others? 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 with Kelly on the cover and some with Susan. Those
were the only two girls that I had met. They probably wouldn't
have any movies of Amber yet. 

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 fucks.

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 forty 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
sitting there like that. That's a lot of cash to have sitting
around in a cardboard box in your living room.

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 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 she 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 we were wondering if you or any of
the others knew 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 asked 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 and 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.

I went into the office on Tuesday and got James and Kraft in the
same room. I asked them if they had read yesterdays paper. When
they nodded I said, "I am responsible for that. I didn't do it of
course. I had it done. Because of what they did to her Saturday
night Sharon is going to be out sick for at least a week. I am
going to stay home and take care of her. When she comes back to
work, if either one of you so much as look at her funny I know
how to handle it. I don't think I need to explain that, do I"

They were both white as ghosts. They shook their heads vigorously
and I turned and left. I went home and got Sharon dressed and
took her to our doctor. When she figured out where we were going
she got pretty upset. But she finally just pouted quietly and let
me help her into the waiting room.

I explained to our doctor that Sharon had been assaulted and
subjected to a minor surgery without the proper precautions. When
he started to realize what had happened he sent me out of the
room and I waiting for an hour for her to come out.

The doc had taken blood to test her for every disease known to
man and had checked her wounds. I was surprised to learn that
Sharon had told him that she wanted to keep the rings, at least
for now. She might like smaller, more discreet rings put in. But
she had already gone through the hard part and she wanted to see
how she liked them.

We were able to track down only six other women. I told the group
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 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 since that day 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. Now 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. And I have to admit, we have a lot of fun
with those rings. We had some smaller ones put in and Sharon
loves the sensations she gets from them when we make love.

Susan no longer wears her 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 

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