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A Lesson in Social Justice
By vulgus

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
Story Codes: IR, blackmail, MMMMMF, mmF, mmmmF, beast

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

There are people who will not like some of the things that I
write in this story. If you are of the opinion that the south
will rise again (or that it should), if you are convinced that
the American Civil War was fought for financial reasons or to
secure state's rights then I highly recommend that you skip this
story. Some of the things I write here will offend your
sensibilities.

I will admit that a lot of what happened to me is a result of my
racist upbringing. If I had not been raised in a small southern
town by racist parents and if all of my friends had not been
racist I might not have done the things that I did. For it was my
misguided actions that triggered the events that I'm writing
about, events that changed the lives of both me and my husband.
I'm not saying that I deserved what happened to me, or what is
still happening to me. But I can't deny that I brought it on
myself.

My husband and I met in college, Ole Miss of course. We met in
our sophomore year and dated a few times. We dated off and on in
our junior year too. It seemed that we got a little better at it
each time. By half way through our senior year we were, well,
maybe not engaged yet, but we had an understanding.

We got married as soon as we graduated. We had both been hired
right after graduation by the same company. My new husband, Paul,
is the same age as me, twenty-three. My parents loved him. He is
a southern boy from a town on the other side of the state. But we
had the same basic upbringing and the same values.

Paul was very smart and very good looking. He was not a jock by
any means. That was okay with me. I wasn't fond of jocks. He was
five foot ten, slender, not muscular but quite fit. He had a
smile that could melt glass and a warm personality. Everyone
loved Paul and I was proud that he was my husband.

I guess I should describe myself as well. My name is Jolie. I
stand five feet tall and weigh right at a hundred pounds when my
hair is wet. I have shoulder length blonde hair and I don't wish
to sound vain but I'm pretty good looking myself. 

I have a nice figure. My breasts are B cups. That may not sound
big, but on my small frame they look just right. They are perky
and very sensitive. I have what my husband describes as a "butt
like a fifteen year old." I'm assuming he is referring to the way
it sits up high and tight like a young girl's.

The reason that Paul and I kept getting back together every time
we split up was that we both loved sex and when we made love it
was magical. We were perfect together. There was never a time
that he didn't ring my bells when we had sex. We were both open
to just about anything that two people could do together. All the
normal stuff anyway. There was none of that bondage stuff or pain
or anything, and nothing involving other people of course. And
certainly none of that bathroom stuff.

That left a lot of room to play though. I loved to kiss and be
touched. I loved it when he ate my pussy and I loved it nearly as
much when I sucked his cock. He is a very good lover too. We
could, and often did fuck for hours. He has a nice seven inch
cock that has never let me down yet.

The trouble started a little more than a year after we had been
at work at our new jobs as research assistants for a
pharmaceutical firm. We were both making very good money and had
great futures. We were living a charmed life and we knew it.

Then things changed. A black man moved into the house next door
to ours. Maybe if he had moved in down the block, just maybe
things would have worked out differently. But our Deep South
sensibilities were really offended by the idea of a black man
living right next door. 

We tried to ignore him at first. But just the fact that he was
living next door was a constant irritant. To make matters worse,
he was separated or divorced and his two teenage sons were always
spending weekends and holidays with him. 

A couple of times Paul or I had to chase his kids out of our
yard. I suppose that we could have been a little more tactful
when we did. We said some things that weren't very nice. 

I yelled at his youngest son one day and called the kid a couple
of names. I guess the kid told his father because he came to my
door that evening and instead of the apology that he was probably
looking for we were pretty rude to him as well. We didn't
actually call him names. But we said some things that weren't
very nice to him too.

I'm sure that you have heard the expression, "If looks could
kill." That night I saw it. I had never seen such pure hatred in
another person's eyes. He never said word. He just stared at me
for a second. Then he turned and walked back to his house.

A chill ran up my spine as he walked away. Paul closed the door
and we went back into the living room and talked about putting
our dream house on the market and moving away from that man. The
trouble was that we had just bought the house. We owed much more
than it was worth. It would be a couple of years before we could
afford to sell. We were just going to have to put up with having
that man living next door until he moved or we could sell.

I noticed that the other people on our street didn't seem to have
a problem with our new neighbor. They would talk to him when they
saw him outside and they seemed pretty friendly. Soon he was
being invited to neighborhood get-togethers on a regular basis.
That made things uncomfortable for Paul and me. We had been
forced to leave a couple of gatherings because he showed up. 

Cathy, the woman that lived on the other side of me, came over
for coffee one morning not long after he moved in and went on and
on about how nice he was. I didn't understand her. She was a good
southern girl just like me! I wanted to say something to her but
for some reason I felt uncomfortable and I just let her go on
until I could change the subject. 

Paul and I thought our perfect world had been turned on its side.
Our charmed life had begun to lose some of its luster. We
couldn't sit around our pool out in the backyard without thinking
that a black man lived next door and might even be in his back
yard at that very moment. I didn't feel comfortable wearing my
bikini in my own pool.

It wasn't like he was doing anything in particular that we could
complain about. His yard was always perfectly manicured and he
certainly didn't let his house go. He was quiet. We never heard
any of that loud, obnoxious music that those people listen to. He
didn't have parties. 

It was just that where Paul and I were from the races didn't mix.
White people didn't live next door to those people. It just
wasn't done.

Several weeks after the name calling incident, a terrible thing
happened. Our supervisor had a stroke. He woke up in the morning
and was taking a shower when it hit him. Everyone was upset. He
had been very popular and a lot of fun to work for.
Unfortunately, it was a pretty major event and he would never
recover enough to return to work.

There were seven of us in our department, not counting our
supervisor. I was the only female in our department. Most of the
guys were in their forties and fifties. The only exception was
Taylor. Taylor was in his early thirties. I suppose that it was
unusual for a husband and wife to work together the way we did.
But when we had applied for the jobs at a job fair held on campus
we had made it clear to the people that interviewed us that we
were going to be married and they didn't have a problem with it.

Everyone got along great at work and we had a really laid back
little group. We were all afraid of what our new supervisor was
going to be like and how he or she would change the dynamics of
our little group.

You may have seen this coming, but Paul and I didn't. The plant
manager came in one afternoon to introduce our new supervisor. I
almost screamed out loud when it turned out to be our next door
neighbor, whose name was Mr. Anderson. 

Everyone gathered around while the plant manager introduced him.
Paul and I stood behind the others. We were the most junior
anyway and it was probably appropriate for us to be the last to
meet him.

I was scared to death and I am sure that Paul was too. I could
just see our entire future going right down the drain. I didn't
doubt for a moment that we were about to lose our jobs and I knew
better than to ask what kind of a reference he would provide. 

I could see our entire lives going up in smoke. We would lose our
jobs and our reputations, our house and our cars. We could never
work in our field again. In fact, we could probably never get
another job in any related area. We were certain to lose our
security clearances when he found some pretext to fire us.

I will give the man credit. There was never a hint in his face
that he recognized us. He didn't give us dirty looks or gloat.
Nothing! He nodded and shook our hands when we were finally
introduced to him, just exactly like he greeted our co-workers.

After we were all introduced the plant manager left and Mr.
Anderson smiled and said, "Gentlemen, and lady, I'm not one to
stand on formality. I want you all to call me Doyal. The name is
Gaelic and means 'dark stranger'. My grandmother was from
Ireland. We are a small department and will be working closely
with each other. I have your personnel files in my briefcase and
if you can spare me a little time I would like you to join me in
my office one at a time so that I can get to know a little about
you."

He sounded so reasonable, so pleasant.

He turned to Karl and said, "Karl, I believe that you have the
most seniority. Shall we start with you?"

Karl walked off with Doyal and they chatted pleasantly about
sports as they walked away.

The rest of us went back to work. I don't think that the others
noticed the look of despair on the faces of me or my husband. We
glanced at each other and I knew Paul well enough to know that he
was thinking the same thing that I was. Life as we knew it was
over. We were about to lose everything.

We all looked up expectantly when Karl came back. He was smiling
and it was obvious that he liked our new supervisor. He said,
"You're up next Neal. Nothing to worry about, he's a great guy.
I'm going to like working with him. He really knows his stuff
too. I'm really impressed."

The rest of our co-workers filed out one at a time by seniority,
Neal, Travis, Ron, and Taylor. They all came back smiling and
looking forward to working with Doyal. When Taylor came out he
turned to Paul and me and said, "Doyal said to send you kids in
together since you are married."

I dreaded this. But I felt better that I wasn't going in there
alone. I was terrified. I actually didn't think that he would
fire us right away. He would keep us around for a few days or a
few weeks and make our lives hell. Then he would find, or make
up, some excuse to fire us. 

Our co-workers finally noticed that we weren't as happy about our
new supervisor as they were. We got some curious looks as we
headed out into the corridor and down one door to the small
office next to our lab that now belonged to Doyal Anderson.

We stopped in the corridor and looked at each other. I could see
that Paul was just as scared as I was. That didn't do anything to
reassure me.

There didn't seem to be anything to say, so we walked the fifty
feet to his office door. I don't think I would have been any more
afraid if there was a gallows in that small office.

Paul tapped on his door and he opened it and held it for us. We
walked in and he waved his hand towards the two chairs in front
of his desk. 

We took our seats and he sat down in his chair behind his large,
wooden desk. There were two stacks of personnel files on his
desk. One with the five files of our co-workers in it and the
smaller stack with just Paul's and mine. We hadn't been working
here all that long and our files were much thinner than the
others.

Doyal didn't say a word. He picked up our files, one at a time,
and he flipped through them quickly. He placed them back on his
desk in front of him and looked up at us. Now, in the privacy of
his office, the hate was back. He nodded at the files and said,
"Not much there. You two don't have much of a past and now you
don't have much of a future. You both did very well in college.
So I'm sure that you know what serendipity means. Karma, fate,
chance, what it boils down to is suddenly I have the lives of two
young racists in my hand. I have to tell you, it feels pretty
damned good."

"I think back to all the insults I have suffered at the hands of
people like you, all the indignities, all the challenges people
like you have thrown in my way at every turn. I'm not even going
to mention the names you called my son recently. I have to tell
you, when I saw you two in that lab a little while ago I started
looking around for someone to high five."

"I am going to destroy you. I am going to ruin your lives and I
am going to enjoy it so much that it will probably give me an
erection when I am doing it."

Paul just sat there stunned. I didn't speak, I couldn't. But I
had tears running down my cheeks. 

Doyal smiled, a cruel, vindictive smile. He said, "I am not going
to fire you right away. I'm going to play with you first. I'm
going to make your lives hell. I'm going to wait until you do
something, or until I can make it look like you did something, so
terrible that you won't be able to get a job cleaning bathrooms
in a gas station."

He glared at us for a moment longer and said, "You can get back
to work now. I can't stand to look at you."

Paul started to get up. I couldn't. My legs were trembling and
weak. But I couldn't let it end like this. As much as it killed
me to do it, I had to say something. I cleared my throat and
said, "Please Doyal..."

He interrupted curtly and snapped, "Sir! You call me sir,
bitch."

Bitch! I felt like I had been slapped. But still, I couldn't let
my life end like this. My parents had mortgaged their home and
gone into debt to put me through college. I had promised them
that I would pay them back. I couldn't go home to them with my
life in ruins.

I quietly said, "Sir, please don't do this to us. I'm sorry
for...I'm sorry for everything. We both are. We shouldn't have
said the things that we did. We just...it's the way we were
raised. I know it's wrong. Please sir, I'm so sorry."

His expression never changed. He said, "You are only sorry that I
am your supervisor and hold your lives in my hand. In your mind I
am nothing but an uppity nigger who has no right living in your
neighborhood and no right doing anything but janitor work and
yard work for white people."

He was right of course. But I was right too. It's the way we were
raised to think. I know that isn't much of an excuse. I had
friends in high school that had developed friendships with black
people. But of course we had unpleasant names for people like
that too. 

It had been even more prevalent in college, even the college that
we had attended in the Deep South. It had never failed to upset
Paul and me when we saw groups of kids getting on so well despite
their different races. And when we saw a black boy with a white
girl, well, we just never could deal with that!

The tears were flowing freely now and I don't think I was really
capable of reason. But I couldn't just give up. I couldn't let it
end like this.

I wiped my eyes and said, "Please sir. I'm begging you. Give us a
chance. Give us a chance to change. We'll do anything, but we
can't let our lives be destroyed like this."

He glared at us for a moment. I didn't think for a moment he
would relent. His face never changed expression. He hated us, and
I suppose he had every right.

A long silence passed before he leaned back in his chair and
quietly said, "I don't believe you."

I wasn't certain what it was that I had said that he didn't
believe. But it was an opening. I quickly responded, "I will sir!
We will! We will change. I promise you!"

He had a strange look on his face, almost a smile and I didn't
know what was going through his mind until he said, "No, bitch. I
don't believe that you will."

Was that a straw? I wasn't sure if he was just toying with me or
if he was actually suggesting that there was room for compromise.
I grasped at it though. I had to.

"I swear it, sir! I...we will do anything to make it up to you.
We can't let our lives be destroyed like this. Please sir. I'm
begging you. Give us a chance."

He actually smirked then. It wasn't reassuring. He clasped his
hands behind his neck and leaned back in his chair and said,
"Stand up."

We quickly got to our feet and stood quaking in fear in front of
his desk.

He left us like that for a moment before he said, "I don't
believe it, bitch. I don't believe you will do anything. I don't
believe that you can. I doubt if you are capable of it. But I'm
willing to give you a chance to prove it if you want."

I swear, I actually thought he was relenting. The pressure in my
chest started to let up and I could actually breathe. I quickly
responded, "I can sir! I will! We both will. Please give us a
chance."

He answered quietly, "Okay. I don't think you have thought this
out very well. But I'm willing to give you a chance."

He turned to my husband and said, "Paul, I want you to go over
there and lock my office door. Then I want you to come back over
here and undress your bitch for me."

I heard Paul make a sound like he had been punched in the gut. He
grabbed my hand and started to pull me toward the door. My legs
wouldn't move. I collapsed on the floor and covered my face and
cried loudly. I can't even describe my thoughts. To be honest, I
don't know if I was actually thinking. I was just feeling. I was
feeling total despair, and total desperation.

I started to get my hysterical tears under control. I wiped my
eyes on my lab coat sleeves again and I looked up to see Doyal
smiling down at me, enjoying my distress.

I struggled to my feet and pleaded, "Please sir, that isn't what
I meant."

He just kept smiling. He said, "I didn't think that it was you
silly bitch. But it is what I meant. If you two want to keep your
jobs here then you have only one option. You become my slaves.
Don't you think that's fitting?"

"After all," he continued, "that's what your ancestors did with
my ancestors. You made them slaves. They were humiliated and
degraded. They were bought, sold and traded like a common
commodity. They were whipped and abused and raped and even killed
on a whim. And once my ancestors were freed, by force I might
add, you continued to make their lives hell. You denied them an
education. You denied them a decent place to live. You denied
them good jobs and you denied them the right to vote. We had to
fight your kind for every step forward that we made. And even
now, you two, and those of your ilk, are still fighting against
equality for my people."

I was holding onto the back of my chair now. I wasn't sure that I
could stand unsupported. I looked into those cold eyes and in a
quavering voice I whispered, "I don't think...I can't...how can
I...oh please, sir!"

His expression never changed. He smiled that cold smile and said,
"Get out. I'm done with you. But if I were you I'd put that nice
house of yours on the market. You won't be able to afford it in a
few weeks."

Paul gently pulled at my wrist, trying to guide me to the door. I
whirled around to face him and hissed, "NO! Paul I won't let it
be over. I can't. If we don't do what he wants then we might as
well kill ourselves. My parents will lose their home. We will
lose everything we own. What kind of jobs do you think we will be
able to get after we get fired and lose our clearances?! I refuse
to end up living in a single-wide trailer on the edge of town and
working at...working where Paul? No one would hire us. Do you
want to live on welfare the rest of your life? Do you think that
there is a future in picking up aluminum cans on the side of the
road?"

Paul looked like an animal caught in a trap. He couldn't look any
more stunned if Doyal had popped him in the forehead with a
two-by-four. I took a deep breath and said, "Paul. Go lock the
door."

He shook his head and tried to grab my wrist again. I pulled away
and hissed, "No god damn it! We have to do this. We don't have a
choice. Go lock the damned door!"

I could see Doyal out of the corner of my eye. He hadn't moved
and his expression hadn't changed. No matter what Paul and I did
in the next few minutes, he was enjoying the hell out of our
suffering.

Paul still hadn't moved. I grabbed the lapels of his lab coat and
quietly said, "Paul, we can talk about this later. But you are a
smart man. That was one of the things that attracted me to you.
You know as well as I do that we don't have any other option. We
have to do what he wants. Please honey. Go lock the door."

Paul stared at me for a second and then he reluctantly turned to
Doyal and asked, "You just want to see her naked, right? Just
this once? I take her clothes off and then she gets dressed and
you have had your revenge. You will have humiliated us. If we do
that we keep our jobs and we forget all about this, right?"

Doyal answered in a condescending voice one might use with an
idiot, "No you dumb fuck! I told you just a few minutes ago.
Weren't you listening? You become my slaves. You will be my
slaves until I get reassigned or you leave here, or until I get
tired of you. You will do anything I tell you to do. You will do
it anywhere I tell you to do it and with anyone with whom I tell
you to do it. In case there is any question in your minds, I am
going to fuck your hot little bitch of a wife. She is going to
suck my cock whenever I'm in the mood. And it won't be just me. I
have a lot of friends that would enjoy a piece of her ass."

"As for you Paul, you don't do anything for me personally. I
can't speak for some of my weirder friends. I will enjoy
humiliating you though. Since I don't plan to fuck your skinny
ass I'll have to find other ways to make your life a living hell.
It wouldn't be fair if Jolie was the only one suffering. But it's
up to you. I don't give a shit one way or the other. I'm going to
enjoy it immensely no matter which route you choose. Now is the
time to choose though. I am enjoying this very much. Watching you
two suffer has made my whole year. But I have a lot to do. So
either do what I told you to do or go back to the lab and get to
work."

Paul stared at Doyal as if in shock for a moment, then he stared
at me. He finally turned and walked slowly toward the door. I
watched him cross the room. His shoulders were slumped and he
walked like he was going to his death. He turned the handle and
the lock made a loud metallic clicking sound that seemed to seal
our fate. He turned without looking up from the floor and crossed
the office to stand beside me once more.

I felt sorry for Paul. I figured that our marriage would soon be
over. I was about to be raped by a black man and I was certain
that Paul couldn't see that and still have anything to do with me
afterwards. Once Paul started to undress me he could never look
at me the same again. I understood though. It was the way we were
raised.

Paul gave me an apologetic look. You may find it hard to believe
but I could see that this was nearly as hard for him as it was
for me. When he could delay no longer he reached for my lab coat.


Doyal called to him, "Wait! Not like that. Jolie, turn and face
me. Paul, stand behind her and reach around and undress her. I
would like to tell you to take your time but we have already been
in here as long as I kept your co-workers. They are going to
wonder what is going on. So you might want to pick up the pace a
little."

I turned to face Doyal and Paul moved behind me. I closed my eyes
as his hands reached for my lab coat and removed it. 

He dropped it on the chair where I had been sitting. I felt his
arms reach around me to unbutton my blouse. He was still working
on the top button with shaking fingers when Doyal said, "Jolie,
open your eyes. Look at me."

I opened my eyes. That was the easy part. I had been about to
lose my balance with my eyes closed anyway. The hard part was
looking Doyal in the eye. I didn't want to see him looking at my
body as Paul uncovered it. I didn't want to see lust in his eyes.
I didn't want to see pleasure. I had to remind myself, I was a
slave now. What I wanted wasn't important.

I stood as steadily as I could as Paul unbuttoned my blouse. I
stared uneasily into Doyal's eyes. I had never been so
embarrassed in my life, or so scared.

Paul pulled the blouse out of my skirt and unbuttoned the last
button. Just before he pulled it off he whispered, "I'm sorry
Jolie."

Then he slowly pulled it down off of my shoulders and slid it
down my arms. He dropped it on the chair with my lab coat. Next
he struggled with the button and then the zipper in the back of
my skirt. 

He hesitated before letting my skirt fall. I guess that it's a
good thing that he was being forced to undress me. I don't think
that I could have done it. The blood was pounding in my head and
I was feeling dizzy. I could actually feel my heart beating
wildly in my chest!

I kept my eyes focused on Doyal as my skirt pooled at my feet.
Paul bent down and I held onto the back of the chair to steady
myself as I stepped out of my skirt. Paul picked it up and placed
it neatly on the chair. Then he started removing my pantyhose. 

As he worked them down my legs, Doyal said, "I don't want you to
wear those again. I hate them. I'll let you wear panties for a
while, until I make up mind about them. I kind of like to see a
sexy young woman in her panties. They are a barrier between me
and your cunt, but they turn me on. However, I detest
pantyhose."

I whispered, "Yes sir."

When my hose were on the growing pile of clothing on the chair,
Paul stood up and began to tug on the clasp that held my bra in
place. It wasn't easy for him. It was harder for me. 

I was not a virgin when I met Paul. I had been with several boys
before him. But there had been none since Paul. And I had never
been undressed in front of a black man. I was terrified. I stood
before him now in a plain white bra and a pair of pink panties
and I know for a fact that I had not been this nervous on the
evening when I lost my virginity to Michael Gavin on a blanket
beside Astor's pond in the eleventh grade.

I felt the clasp come loose and the cups began to fall away from
my breasts. The arrogant look on Doyal's face was not the look I
was accustomed to when a boy was about to see my breasts.
Normally I was just as excited by baring my breasts to a boy,
after an appropriate period spent kissing and petting, as the boy
that was about to be honored by my nudity. 

I was not excited now. I felt so degraded. It was almost enough
to take my mind off of the despair I felt at the impending end to
my marriage.

Paul was reaching for my panties when Doyal stopped him and said,
"Not yet Paul. Her tits are marred by the marks that come from
being imprisoned by her bra. Reach around and massage them for
her. Work them a little. And get those nipples hard for me. I
like to see a bitch with her nipples standing up and begging for
attention."

I normally enjoy very much the touch of Paul's hands on my
breasts. This time I hated it. I hated it in part because as much
as my mind screamed it's defiance, when his fingers began to
tease my nipples they quickly became hard and erect. I wasn't
aroused of course. I was horrified by what was happening to me. 

Doyal watched with an amused expression on his face for several
minutes before he said, "Okay. She looks like she's starting to
enjoy it. I don't want that. Finish undressing her. I want to see
her cunt."

I shuddered in fear and revulsion as Paul grasped the waistband
of my underwear and slid them down off of my hips and down my
legs. I stepped out of them and stood, naked now, in front of my
new supervisor, the black man who now lived next door to me.

He stared at me for a moment and then he sat up in his chair and
crooked his finger, indicating that he wanted me to stand beside
his chair.

I muttered, "Oh god. I can't do this."

But I did. I slowly circled around his desk and stood beside his
chair while he stared at my body, my naked body. He smiled up at
me and his large fingers began to explore my breasts. In a
conversational tone he said, "I prefer bigger tits, but these
look alright on your little body. I bet it's really tearing you
up isn't it? A black man is touching your little tits. Just
imagine how you're going to feel when my big, black cock is
rammed up your tight little pink pussy. That's going to really
pull at your racist, redneck sensibilities."

His hand crawled down my belly like a big black spider. His
fingertips teased my pubic hair before they dipped into the tight
opening between my legs. I saw him chuckle and he held his finger
up to show me how wet it was. 

I was more shocked than he was! How could my body possibly react
like that to this prelude to rape?! 

The tears were running off my cheeks in a steady stream now. They
were falling onto my breasts and then dripping off of my nipples.
Doyal placed his finger, still wet with my juices, against my
nipple which was damp with my tears. His finger circled my nipple
which quickly grew erect once more.

When my nipple was erect he squeezed it lightly. He smiled that
arrogant smile and said, "I think I'm going to have to get these
pierced. I have always thought that women like you would look
good in a slave collar with matching nipple jewelry."

I almost fainted. I had never even had my ears pierced. I was
terrified of needles. And my opinion of the type of woman who
would pierce her nipples...well, in my mind they were nothing but
prostitute wanna-be's. 

Doyal finally glanced at the clock and said, "The day may come
when you can work dressed the way you are now. Unfortunately that
day is not today. Put your blouse and skirt on."

He sat and watched me as I moved back around his desk and reached
for my panties. In a stern voice he said, "You had better start
paying attention, bitch. I told you to put your blouse and skirt
on. I didn't say anything about underwear."

I dressed quickly. There wasn't much for me to put on. I stared
at the floor as I dressed. I couldn't stand the thought of
looking at Doyal or my husband. Oh god! What must Paul be
thinking of me now? A black man had seen me naked. He had touched
me. His finger had been inside of me!

When I was dressed, Paul and I waited for permission to leave
Doyal's office. It was getting late and we didn't have time for
much more than putting our work away and cleaning up our work
area.

Before he let us go, Doyal said, "Roll your waistband over a few
times bitch. I'll be at your house after I get off tonight. I
expect to be fed. After I've fucked you we will go through your
clothes and see if you have any clothes worth keeping. We are
going to want your cunt to be much easier to get to from now on.
Now get out. You may be a sexy young cunt but you disgust me. And
don't close that lab coat, bitch."

Paul held the door for me and we stepped out into the corridor.
We turned to face each other and finally I looked him in the eyes
and tried to see what he was thinking. People were starting to
leave now and we didn't dare speak. I simply said, "I'm sorry
Paul."

He looked confused. He responded in a whisper, "You're sorry?
Jolie! You don't think...Jolie! I don't blame you. I don't hold
what happened in there against you. Hell! I'm the one that took
your clothes off! I should be apologizing to you!"

We couldn't say more. There were too many people around. We
returned to our lab. I almost buttoned my lab coat without
thinking. I doubted if anyone would notice any difference in my
dress. It wasn't obvious that I was no longer wearing a bra. I
didn't think anyone would notice that I was no longer wearing
hose or that my skirt was two inches shorter. Still, I couldn't
help feeling more vulnerable for letting Doyal control my manner
of dress.

We got strange looks from our co-workers as we re-entered our
lab. They had each spent fifteen or twenty minutes in Doyal's
office. Paul and I had been in with him for nearly an hour. 

But that wasn't the only difference. The five men that we work
with had all come back into the lab smiling and looking forward
to working with Doyal. Not Paul and certainly not me. Our faces
were white and drawn and neither of us was capable of smiling. 

We moved to our work areas in silence and began to prepare to
leave for the day. As I put my work away I felt a hand on my
shoulder. I just about jumped right out of my skin. I turned to
see Karl looking at me with a concerned look on his face. He
asked, "Is something wrong Jolie? You and Paul look like you just
got chewed out. Do you need us to speak to Doyal for you? I don't
know what the problem is but we all like you and we know what
good workers you are. You know we'll back you up if you need
us."

I struggled to smile at him. He was a very nice man. All of our
co-workers were. I thanked him and tried to assure him that
everything was alright. It must have been obvious that it wasn't.
But what else could I say?

We said goodnight to our co-workers and left at the usual time,
4:30 PM. Our plant had staggered hours so that everyone wasn't
coming to work and leaving at the same time. But there was still
a crush of people pouring out through the various exits to the
building and swarming over the parking lot.

Paul and I walked in silence to our car and once we were safely
inside with the engine running and the air conditioner working at
full blast to dissipate the superheated air in the car we sat
staring straight ahead and giving the parking lot time to clear
out a little. 

It was a long time before either of us spoke. I said, "It's okay
Paul. I know what you must be thinking. I won't be a problem for
you."

Paul turned in his seat with that confused look on his face again
and asked, "You said that before, Jolie. What is it that you
think you know? What are you talking about? You don't think that
I blame you for what just happened, or what is going to happen,
do you?"

I stared straight ahead. I knew that he was trying to do the
right thing. He was saying what he thought he needed to say. But
I knew how his mind worked. I knew what I would have been
thinking if I were in his place.

I quietly said, "No Paul. I know that you don't blame me. But I
know what you must think of me now. I know what you would think
if I tried to kiss you now. I know what would be going through
your mind if we tried to make love. A black man saw me naked. A
black man touched me. A black man put his finger inside of me.
And tonight a black man is going to..."

For a moment I couldn't even say it. It was unthinkable. Finally
I sobbed, "A black man is going to fuck me."

Paul moved closer to me and put his arms around me. I struggled
to push him away but he held me in his arms and pulled me to him.
I finally stopped struggling and I realized that he was crying
quietly too.

I had never seen him cry and it scared the hell out of me. I
whispered, "Don't cry baby. I won't..."

He interrupted to say, "Shut up Jolie! I'm not going anywhere. Or
at least I'm not going anywhere without you. I love you. I loved
you this morning and I love you now and I'm going to love you
tomorrow morning."

"I will admit that if you had asked me this morning then I would
have assumed that I would feel the things you think I must be
feeling now. Much to my own surprise I don't. I don't know why. I
just know that no matter what happens I love you very much and I
am not going to stop loving you. I'm certainly not going to stop
loving you because our next door neighbor has raped you."

"You are the best thing that ever happened to me. We are going to
have to survive some hard times. I don't doubt that they are
going to be harder for you than me. But I can't imagine life
without you. We will find a way to get through this. Just
remember that no matter how bad it gets, I am not going to stop
loving you. And I am not going to stop wanting you. I swear it."

I said, "Paul that is so sweet. I appreciate what you are saying.
But I don't think you can pull it off. We are..."

That was as far as I got before he turned my face up and kissed
me passionately. I lost it then. I put my arms around his neck
and I began to cry hysterically. I couldn't stop. It went on and
on until I finally became aware of him gently rubbing my back and
lightly kissing my neck and my ears and whispering, "I love you
Jolie. It kills me that I can't protect you. But I love you and I
will never leave you."

I loved it that he would say it. I guess he may even have thought
it. But I knew him too well. We were just alike. I said, "Paul,
he is going to fuck me tonight. He is going to make me suck his
cock. He is going to make me a sex slave and it is all about
humiliating and degrading me...us. You can't honestly expect me
to believe that you will ever be able to make love to me again
after he leaves our house tonight."

He kissed me again and asked, "Have I ever lied to you? I have
given you my word. I never break my word."

He kissed me once more and then at the same time we both noticed
that we were just about the only car left in the parking lot. I
pushed him away gently and said, "I guess we better go home. I
have to start dinner."

He slid back behind the steering wheel and as we fastened our
seatbelts I wondered if he could actually keep his word. I knew
that he had the best of intentions. He was a good man, a very
good man. But he was only human and we were products of our
environment. 

In our environment a white woman did not allow anyone who was not
white to have sex with her. She would rather die. In my mind I
had already submitted to Doyal. I had already been naked in front
of him. He had touched my body. His finger had entered the most
private orifice of my body. 

I knew that I would do whatever he ordered me to do tonight,
because I am a practical person and because I could see no
alternative. I could not imagine that Paul, no matter how nice he
was, or how well intentioned, could ever get over what was going
to happen to me. But then, I wasn't sure that I could deal with
it either. I was terrified. 

It was funny though, I didn't realize until that very moment that
I was more afraid of what Paul was going to think than I was of
the actual impending rape. I suppose that would change when the
rape became a reality and was no longer just an abstract notion
of a large black man despoiling my body at some moment in the
future.

The ride home was made in total silence. It didn't take a genius
to know what either one of us was thinking about. We had spent a
half hour in the parking lot waiting for the traffic to clear and
trying to assure ourselves that our marriage could survive the
horrible things that were about to happen to us. But even with
that delay it looked like we had still beaten Doyal home. We had
never paid much attention to his comings and goings and we didn't
know what time he normally came home. 

We went inside and I tried to decide what to make for dinner. I
was never much for planning our meals. More often than not I
waited until we got home from work and made supper depending on
what we were in the mood to eat and what we had on hand. 

Neither of us was very hungry. I ended up making some home fries
and getting some pork chops out and ready to cook as soon as
Doyal showed up. While I was cooking I asked Paul to make me a
strong drink. I was going to need it.

We sipped our drinks until Doyal showed up at seven. He didn't
knock or ring the bell. He just walked right into our home. We
heard him enter and Paul got up and gave me a gentle kiss and
said, "Remember, I love you. I am always going to love you."

Then he went to greet Doyal. While he was doing that I started
cooking the pork chops.

I heard muted conversation coming from the living room. A moment
later Doyal and Paul joined me in the kitchen. Paul placed a
bottle of wine on the counter and then undressed me while I stood
at the stove. It was humiliating all over again. The fact that
Doyal had already seen me naked and touched me didn't matter at
all.

Paul opened the wine and took my clothes upstairs. When he
returned he was naked too. His face was bright red but he tried
to act as if this was all normal. He poured a glass of wine for
Doyal who was sitting quietly at the kitchen table watching me
move around the kitchen in the nude.

I heard him chuckle when he saw Paul's soft cock. He said, "I
guess that what they say about you white boys is true."

I glanced over discreetly and saw that, I suppose because of the
fear and humiliation, Paul's cock looked much smaller than
normal. I wanted to say something in Paul's defense but I didn't
dare.

I set the table and served dinner. I loved the smell of pork
chops cooking and normally that smell was all I needed to work up
an appetite. Not tonight though. I sat at the table, trying to be
as inconspicuous as possible, and picked at my food. Paul didn't
eat either.

Doyal, on the other hand, ate heartily. While he ate he asked us
a lot of personal questions. He asked us about where we came from
and about school and even about work. Then he turned to Paul and
asked, "Is she any good at sucking cock?"

Paul looked at him in shock and when he didn't respond right away
Doyal said, "I realize that yours is only a practice cock and not
like the real thing. But it will give me some idea of how hard
she's going to be to train."

Poor Paul, he didn't know what to say. He turned an even darker
shade of red, he glanced at me, and then he said, "I have always
loved it when she did it to me. I think she is very good at it."


Doyal smiled and held his hand out towards me. He had been eating
his pork chops with his fingers and they were very greasy. He
stuck his middle finger out and said, "Show me Jolie. Demonstrate
your cocksucking skills for me. That looks to be about the size
of your wimpy husband's dick."

I leaned forward and took his finger into my mouth. It wasn't
such a strange thing, not really. It was something I might have
done playfully for Paul if we had been alone. But doing it like
this, under these circumstances, for this hateful man who was
only doing it to humiliate us, it was having just that effect. It
was nearly as degrading as standing in front of him and being
undressed by my husband for his viewing pleasure.

He watched me suck on his finger for a minute. Then he pushed his
chair back and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me over into his lap
and said, "You're going to have to do better than that, bitch."

He forced another of his long, black, greasy fingers into my
mouth and I sucked it clean while his free hand came up and
cupped my breasts and gently squeezed.

As I sucked his finger clean I could feel his cock under my ass.
It felt huge. I tried not to think about that but instead
concentrated on sucking his greasy fingers clean. He let me clean
all four fingers and his thumb that way before he took his hand
away from my mouth. 

For a fraction of a second I was relieved that my little
cocksucking demonstration was over. But then his hand fell to my
thigh, only inches from my exposed pussy. He squeezed my thigh
and then slid his hand up until his large index finger was
nestled in my slit.

He was staring at my face as his finger came into contact with my
sex. He saw me gasp quietly at his touch and he said, "Yeah, I
knew you wanted that. I expect you have been thinking about me
since you left my office. I'm going to stick my finger back in
your pussy now, bitch. What do you want to bet it comes out wet
again? You may not admit it, not even to yourself, but you can't
wait to get my big, black cock in your hot little cunt."

I felt his finger slip between my labia and I knew by the way it
entered me so easily that I was wet down there. The fact that my
pussy was wet in anticipation of his touch was just as disturbing
as it had been when it happened in his office. It was like my
body was joining forces with Doyal to humiliate me.

He chuckled when his finger entered me easily. He worked it
around inside of me for a moment and said, "Yeah, you are one hot
little cunt. You may not like black people intruding on your
little white world, but your body seems to be looking forward to
getting some nice big black dick."

Doyal pulled his finger out of me and held it up. He shook his
head and said, "Sweetheart, it is obvious to me that your mind
and your body are having one hell of a conflict here. Or is there
something that you are keeping a secret from your husband? You
don't harbor a secret desire for black men do you Jolie?"

I didn't plan on dignifying that obviously outrageous question
with an answer. But he didn't give me a chance anyway. He forced
his finger, now wet with my juices, into my mouth and watched me
suck it clean again. When his finger was clean he pushed me out
of his lap and stood up. 

He is a large man and he towered over me. He was very
intimidating, and not just because he was dressed and I was
naked. Nor was it because I knew that he was about to demand sex
of me, and I had no choice but to submit. I had no doubt that
this man would have been intimidating under any circumstances. He
was large and muscular but it was the arrogant look on his face
that made us feel so ill at ease. He was in charge and he knew
it. He was a man who was used to being in charge and it showed.

Doyal stood up and said, "You can clean this mess up later. Let's
go in the other room and get comfortable."

Paul and I followed Doyal into the living room and he stood in
front of our couch. He ordered us to stand on in front of him and
then he said, "I want you to undress me now. It's time that we
got better acquainted."

Paul and I looked at each other. We didn't know what to do. I
mean, we certainly knew what to do, but we didn't know who should
do what. Paul was just as uncomfortable with the idea of
undressing another man as I was. 

After a short hesitation Paul began to unbutton Doyal's sport
shirt and I started unbuckling his belt and then opening his
pants. I finished first and I pushed his pants down to his
ankles. He didn't lift his feet so I couldn't remove them. That
left me with only his boxer shorts.

Paul pulled his shirt off and set it aside and then stripped him
of his undershirt. The contrast between Doyal and Paul, or any
other boy I had ever been with, was striking. Doyal was muscular.
His chest was well defined and his abs were tight. His upper arms
looked nearly as large as Paul's thighs! But he wasn't muscle
bound. He was very well proportioned.

I was inching his boxers down, struggling to get them out and
down over his semi-hard cock. It was obviously very large, much
larger than any I had ever seen before. But even knowing in
advance that it was so much larger I don't think that I was
really prepared for it when I first saw it. 

His cock was much longer than Paul's. But the scary part was that
it was at least twice as big around. It was at least nine inches
long and no less than four inches around at the base. The skin of
the shaft was as black as coal. The head was a lighter brown. I
stared in awe as I uncovered it. I couldn't even imagine taking
something that large inside of me! I had to admit though, it was
certainly impressive. It looked so...I don't know, masculine? It
was as if his cock was as arrogant as the rest of him!

When I had his shorts down around his ankles he sat on the couch.
Paul joined me on the floor and we removed his shoes and socks
and then his pants and shorts. When he was finally naked he
spread his legs and said, "Paul, I want you to hold my cock while
your bitch gets better acquainted with it. I haven't gotten
fucked in a while and I'm pretty horny. I imagine my cock will be
dancing all over the place. We don't want that, do we Paul?"

Paul looked like he had been struck. He expected to be
humiliated. But he had not been expecting that he would actually
take part in my rape. He had not expected to have to touch, to
hold another man's cock. 

He looked up at Doyal in shock. But Doyal just smiled at him and
said, "Don't be jealous Paulie. Maybe you can suck it a little
next time. I think the first time should be for your little
bitch."

Paul and I both shuddered in revulsion as he reached up and
gingerly held the base of Doyal's cock between his thumb and two
fingers. He held it out away from that flat, hard stomach and
Doyal said, "Okay bitch, lean down there and give your new god a
big kiss. Then I want you to thank me for taking pity on you and
your wussy husband before you start licking my balls."

I stared in dismay at his imposing cock and equally massive
testicles as Paul held his cock upright for me. It was finally
happening. It was no longer a threat of some horrible thing that
was going to happen sometime in the future. The future was now. 

I took a deep breath and tried to force myself to be strong. I
leaned forward and touched my lips to the head of his huge cock.
I pulled my head back quickly and muttered, "Thank you for taking
pity on us sir."

It was almost as hard to say that as to do what I was about to
do. I leaned down and with tears running down my cheeks I began
to lick his large, hairy, wrinkled ball sack. His balls, like his
cock, were nearly twice as large as Paul's. I licked them all
over, stopping from time to time to spit out a kinky little black
hair. 

He instructed me to take his balls into my mouth one at a time
and suck on them gently. I had done that for Paul and it was no
big deal. It was much more difficult with Doyal. I had to force
my mouth open as far as I could in order to get just one of his
balls inside. Once I had managed to stuff it inside, I could do
little more than gently slide my tongue around the underside. I
was conscious as I struggled to obey his order that Paul's
fingers were pressed against my lips, still holding that massive
cock erect in my face.

After I had repeated the process with his second testicle he
ordered me to lick his cock before I started to learn how to suck
a real cock. The arrogant bastard!

Despite my husband's grip on the base of it, Doyal's cock
throbbed quite violently as I bathed it with my tongue. The fat
knob at the top of the shaft was becoming slick with the slime
that was oozing from the surprisingly large opening in the tip. I
licked it clean and worked my way up and down the shaft a few
times before he said, "Okay, bitch, let's see if you can suck a
cock."

I placed my lips over the knob of his cock and the experience was
entirely different than when I sucked on my husband's much
friendlier cock. My lips were stretched painfully as I worked
them down over his daunting weapon. I groaned in dismay as I
looked down at how much cock was left and how black it looked in
contrast to my husband's white skin. I thought, "Oh my god! I
have a black man's cock in my mouth!"

Doyal ordered Paul to release his cock and instead to cup his
balls. He wanted him to feel it when he shot his cum into my
mouth. I had been avoiding looking at Paul. But I glanced up at
him then and I saw the tears running down his cheeks. I had been
concerned about our future, the future of our marriage. But at
that moment I was too concerned with surviving sucking this huge
cock to worry about it. Still, I hated it that Paul would forever
have in his memory the image of me with that big black cock in my
mouth.

I could only force half of Doyal's cock into my mouth. I could
usually take nearly all of Paul's, all but the last two inches. I
had actually been pretty proud of my cocksucking skills. But I
was totally out of my league now. This was like trying to suck
off a horse! 

Once I determined my limits I began to suck as much of his cock
as enthusiastically as possible. I just wanted to get it over
with. He watched me struggle to please him for several minutes
before he said, "Not too bad for a first time, bitch. Don't
worry, you'll get better."

I didn't know what he thought that I could do to get better. The
huge knob on the end of his cock was hitting the back of my
throat on every thrust. But I put that out of my mind and sucked
him as hard as I could. 

Doyal just sat back and enjoyed it for what seemed like a very
long time. I could sense that he was starting to get close to
cumming. I began to get nervous as I wondered how large a load of
cum a huge cock and balls like he had would produce. 

Doyal groaned and said, "Okay Paulie, use your other hand now.
Finish me off in your bitch's mouth."

Paul placed his hand around the base of Doyal's cock again. This
time he wrapped his fingers around it as far as they would go and
he began to rapidly masturbate our new supervisor's cock into my
mouth.

In less than a minute I felt Doyal's large hands on my head,
holding me tight to his shaft. He moaned loudly and exclaimed,
"What a fucking team!"

Then he was cumming in my mouth. I moved my lips up to the knob
and held them in place as my mouth filled with his hot, slimy,
bitter cum. I gagged a couple of times. I had never experienced
so much cum before. It was as bad as I thought that it would be.
My mouth was full to overflowing when he finally let his ass fall
back onto the couch cushion and he started to relax. 

He reached out and held Paul's hand still and the three of us
stayed like that, motionless, until Doyal started to breathe more
normally and relax. He pulled Paul's hand away and said, "Okay,
bitch. Swallow that nice hot cream and then give Paulie a big
kiss to thank him for his help."

I struggled to swallow his immense load. It was easily twice as
much as I had ever gotten from Paul. I had to swallow several
times to get it all down. I noticed as I did that it tasted just
like Paul's. I had expected it to be different.

Paul and I both had tears running down our cheeks as I leaned
over Doyal's huge thigh and kissed Paul. It was my intention to
give him a little peck on the lips but he held my head and kissed
me lovingly. As we broke the kiss he whispered, "I love you
Jolie."

It almost broke my heart.

Doyal laughed quietly and said, "Isn't that sweet." Then he said,
"Paulie, your bitch missed a drop. Would you get that for me?"

I stuttered, "N-n-o, please sir. Let me get that."

Doyal chuckled and said, "Don't worry, bitch. One taste won't
make Paulie gay. Not unless he's already gay. You aren't gay are
you Paulie? It wouldn't take much to make a girl out of you. Just
shave your legs and put a dress on you and I think you'd look
pretty hot."

Paul just glared at him and started to bend down to lick the last
drop of cum from the tip of his cock. Doyal suddenly reached out
and grabbed a handful of Paul's hair and pulled and twisted. 

Paul cried out in pain and reached for Doyal's wrist. Doyal
yelled at him to put his hands down and he slowly complied. He
turned Paul's head and looking him right in the eye and said,
"Don't you ever look at me like that again you fucking faggot! I
own your pansy ass now. That cock you are about to lick, that's
as much your god now as it is to your cunt of a wife. Your lives
revolve around pleasing that tube of flesh from now until I get
tired of fucking with you. You don't feel so fucking high and
mighty now do you? Just remember, if you two weren't such racist
assholes you wouldn't be in this mess now. Hell! You didn't even
have to be nice to me, just polite. If you had only been civil,
and if you hadn't called my son those nasty names of course. That
kind of pissed me off."

He finally released his grip on Paul's hair and said, "Now do
what I told you to do. And if you ever look at me like that again
I'll take my belt to your pansy ass!"

I watched in shock as Paul slowly leaned down and licked up that
last remaining drop of cum on the head of Doyal's cock. I knew
how Paul felt about gay people and I knew that it was killing him
to first hold and now touch his tongue to another man's cock. 

Doyal pushed Paul away and ordered him to get him a glass of wine
and bring it up to the bedroom. Then he stood up and told me to
lead the way. 

When we got to my room he headed for my closet. I had forgotten
that he was going to go through my clothes. He wasn't very happy
with what he found. I had a few sexy dresses and some tops that
satisfied him. But most of my clothes were much too conservative
for his tastes. He separated out the few items he approved of and
a couple of skirts that would be acceptable once I had them
shortened. Then he asked to see my underwear.

Paul was waiting outside of my closet with a glass of wine. Doyal
took the glass and then ignored Paul. I pulled my underwear out
of my dresser drawers and laid everything on top. Doyal picked up
all of the pantyhose and threw them away. He said, "If you feel
you have to wear hose you buy the thigh highs. And no garter
belts! I watched him go through my bras and panties. He said,
"Some of these bras aren't so bad, but you don't need a bra with
those little titties of yours. Don't wear one anymore."

He selected a couple pairs of panties and said, "These aren't too
bad. Get rid of the rest."

The two he had selected were my one thong; I hated thongs, and a
lacy pair of bikini panties.

He said, "Well, at least you get to wear underwear two days a
week. Don't worry too much about your wardrobe. I have an idea on
how to expand it."

He went over and sat on the side of my bed and said, "I have to
go in early tomorrow. There is a lot of work involved in taking
over a new section. I need a good night's rest. So why don't you
come over here and get my dick hard so I can fuck you before I go
home?"

I moved woodenly across the floor. I dropped to my knees at his
feet and took his soft cock into my mouth. Even when it was soft
it was much larger than Paul's and it was very hard to suck. But
it got hard quickly and once it was fully erect he pushed me away
and ordered me up onto the bed. 

He knelt between my widely parted knees and stared down at my
pussy. His fingers explored me again and again they came away
wet. He smiled and said, "You are a horny little bitch, aren't
you?"

I didn't bother to answer, but it continued to horrify me that
every time he touched me there his fingers came away wet.

He moved his wet finger down to my virgin anus and pressed the
tip of it inside of me there. He smiled when I jumped and said,
"Don't tell me! A virgin! We'll have to take care of that this
weekend."

He pulled his finger out of my ass and put it in my mouth. While
I sucked his finger clean he moved up over me and said, "Get over
here Paulie. Get down there and put my cock into your wife's
cunt."

I stared at the ceiling as I felt Paul's hand come between
Doyal's body and mine. I felt the knob on that huge cock moving
through my slit and then, with one sudden move it was stretching
me wider than I had ever been stretched before. 

I was sickened. A black man's cock was in my pussy! I felt Paul's
hand move out of the way. But I didn't pay much attention to
that. I was focused on the huge shaft that was slowly forcing its
way into me. I didn't want to admit it, not even to myself. But
it felt pretty good to be stretched like that. It felt good at
first anyway. It's just that it kept coming and coming,
stretching me farther and farther until I was afraid that it
would never stop.

It was just starting to be painful when I felt his pubic bone
come into contact with mine. That entire, enormous organ was
inside of me!

He left it like that, buried to the hilt in my pussy, for a very
long time. He was moaning in pleasure but I was glad for the
respite. My body needed time to adjust to that huge thing.

I had just gotten used to it being there when he started pulling
it out of me. I'm not sure why it felt so much longer than
Paul's. It wasn't really, just two inches. But it seemed to take
him forever to draw it all the way out. 

He stroked in and out of me slowly for several minutes, all the
while staring down at my face. He could see that I was enjoying
it. I didn't want to. And I didn't want him to realize that I
was. But Jesus! No woman could resist that feeling! I struggled
to keep Paul from finding out. I didn't moan, as hard as it was
to keep silent. I bit my bottom lip and struggled to lie still
and remain quiet. But after several minutes of being overpowered,
being taken by that large, masculine man and that oversized cock,
I couldn't fight it any longer. 

It killed me that he saw me surrender to him. It was even worse
that Paul had to witness it. But my body won out in the end. I
started lifting my hips to meet his violent thrusts. My arms
somehow ended up around his back and I swear I don't remember
locking my legs around his. 

He fucked me harder and harder and I heard sounds coming from me
that I had never made before. I knew that they were coming from
me but I couldn't stop them. I had never been so possessed by a
man in my life! It didn't matter that it was a man that I
detested, a man for whom I had a perfect hate. I could not
control myself.

I felt Doyal tense up and I knew that a black man, raping me in
front of my husband, was cumming inside of me. But by then it
didn't matter. No, I don't mean that. It mattered. It was just
about the most humiliating and demeaning thing that I could
imagine happening to me. But I was fighting to control my
reaction to getting raped by that big cock. I knew that Paul was
watching and I knew that the images being burned into his brain
were probably more than a marriage could take. But to see me
going crazy with lust while being raped by my black boss, there
was just no way to live that down.

Doyal and I peaked at the same time and he collapsed on top of me
for a moment. I became aware of the fact that I was still
clasping his body to mine with my arms and legs and I quickly let
him go.

He pushed himself to his knees and stared down at my sweaty body.
I think that it had surprised him that I had reacted the way that
I had. I know it surprised the hell out of me. I saw the
conceited look on his face and I wanted to hit him. Thankfully I
wasn't that stupid.

He got up and pointed out the dress that he wanted me to wear to
work tomorrow. Then he went downstairs to dress and go home. Paul
went down to let him out and start cleaning up the mess in the
kitchen and dining room.

I didn't move until they were gone. Then I got up and rushed to
the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and it took forever for the cum
to drain out of me. Then I took a quick shower and brushed my
teeth.

I put on my robe and steeled my nerves to face my husband. I knew
what I was going to see on his face when I went downstairs. I
knew that he could never love me after what I had done. It would
have been bad enough if I had merely let that man rape me. But to
become aroused, to achieve orgasm! That was unforgiveable. 

But I couldn't hide in my room. I had to face Paul. At the very
least I had to apologize to him.

By the time I got downstairs he had already cleaned off the
dining room table and was loading the dishwasher. I went into the
kitchen and moved up behind him. I tried to make him stop. I
said, "Paul, go sit down. I'll do that." 

He didn't turn around. He just said, "You have already had a
rough evening. Why don't you make us a drink and sit down and
I'll join you in a minute. I'm almost done here."

I didn't know what to make of his voice. He sounded calm. He
sounded sad. But I didn't hear any of the things that I expected
to hear in his voice. It didn't sound like he was mad at me or
disgusted with me. I didn't know what to think.

I made us each a stiff drink and put them on the end of the
counter. While he finished up with the dishwasher I cleaned off
the stove and wiped down the counters. We finished up at about
the same time and I took our drinks over and put them on the
kitchen table.

He came up behind me and I turned and we looked into each other's
eyes for the first time since...since our boss raped me. Then, in
unison, we said, "I'm sorry."

I looked at him in surprise. I had expected to hear something
more along the lines of 'I want a divorce,' certainly not an
apology!

I asked, "Paul? What are you apologizing for? I'm the one
that...oh god, I can't even say it!"

He took me into his arms and nearly crushed me. I put my arms
around him and suddenly I was crying like a baby again. I had
done a lot of crying today. I'm not normally a crying female.
This was not a normal day.

He responded, "I have a lot to apologize for Jolie. And you have
nothing to apologize for."

I rested my head on his shoulder and said, "I wish that were true
Paul. I can't imagine that you will ever get those images out of
your head. You must hate me now."

Paul kissed the top of my head and said, "I'm the pansy that let
his wife get raped by the next door neighbor. No, it was even
worse than that. I helped the son of a bitch! No real man would
help some son of a bitch rape his wife. I didn't even try to
fight him."

"Paul!" I exclaimed. "You couldn't fight that man! And I don't
mean just because he is huge and would have killed you. He has
our lives in his hand. I wouldn't let you fight him. We have to
do what he says. But I don't get it. Are you telling me that you
don't want a divorce now? Surely you cannot live with a woman who
has done what I just did!"

Paul held me tighter and said, "You didn't do anything that he
didn't make you do. You didn't have a choice. Just like I didn't
when I did what he told me to do. Are you telling me that you can
see the things that he made me do and that you don't hate me?"

I didn't know what he was talking about at first. Then I
remembered. I had been so focused on the things I had done, and
the things that were done to me, that I really hadn't paid that
much attention to Paul except to despair at the idea of what he
was seeing me do.

I straightened up suddenly and in a whisper, as if I hoped that
he wouldn't hear me, I said, "Paul, I had an orgasm. I came when
he put that huge thing of his in me and fucked me. I let him rape
me and I had an orgasm right in front of you."

Paul smiled and said, "Yeah, a damned nice one too! I was pretty
happy for you."

I stepped back then. I didn't know if he was teasing me or if he
had just gone crazy.

I turned and picked up my drink and gulped down half of it. Then
I turned back and looked at him like he had lost his mind. 

He took me back into his arms and said, "Jolie, one of the things
I loved about you right from the beginning was that you enjoyed
sex. Your body and your mind were always responsive. Just
thinking about how turned on you got used to get me excited. I
love watching you, especially when I eat your sweet pussy. I love
watching you lose control. I don't blame you for enjoying getting
fucked by that big cock of his. And I won't hold it against you,
if you promise not to get upset when I tell you that when I saw
you getting turned on it gave me a hard on."

I looked at him skeptically. Surely he was just saying that to
ease my guilt. I had one more question that I was afraid to ask.
But now was the time. 

"Paul, what about what we did downstairs? Could you even kiss me
after what you saw?"

He shrugged and said, "Could you kiss me? Could you ever forget
that I licked the end of that son of a bitch's cock?"

I moved back into his arms then and I said, "Paul, I was right.
On our first date I thought to myself, 'this man would be the
perfect husband'. And you are. I love you so much."

He responded, "I may not be a perfect husband. A perfect husband
would have prevented what happened here tonight. But I have the
perfect love for you."

I kissed him then, or rather we kissed each other. It was a warm,
passionate, unselfconscious kiss and I started to think that
maybe we would survive this after all.

We finished our drinks and I made us each another. Then we sat on
the couch with Paul's arms wrapped around me and talked about
what we had seen and done and how we felt about it.

Paul was still naked and I noticed that his cock kept twitching
as we talked about some of the things that had happened. He knew
that I was aware of it and I could tell that he was
self-conscious. 

I put my drink on the coffee table and said, "There is one way to
take care of this in a hurry."

I dropped to my knees and pushed his legs apart. He tried to stop
me. He said, "No Jolie, you don't have to do that! Not tonight.
Not after what you have been through."

I smiled and held his rapidly growing cock in my hands. I said,
"Sweetheart, I have never sucked your cock because I had to. I
love sucking your cock and you know it. Now stop giving me a hard
time here or I'll be forced to bite you."

Paul gave in and sat back. He relaxed and I spread his legs and
he watched me as I leaned down and gave him the best, the most
loving blowjob that I had ever given him.

I had always enjoyed doing this, especially for him. It was so
much better now. After sucking on our neighbors large cock I
found that sucking on Paul's nice seven inch cock was even easier
and even more fun. I devoured him with even more passion than
normal but still I was surprised at how quickly he had cum. I
swallowed easily and then I rested my head on his stomach and
held his cock in my mouth while it went soft. 

Paul stroked my hair and thanked me and told me how much he loved
me. I finally looked up and said, "I can't believe that we are
going to get through this. All evening I was terrified of looking
at you and seeing the disgust that I knew must be in your face
when you saw what I was doing."

He answered with a touch of embarrassment, "If you had looked at
me very often this evening you would have seen how frequently my
cock got hard when I watched you. I don't understand it. I have
read about men who get off on watching their wives with other
men. I have never been that way. It never even occurred to me.
I'm not even sure what it was about what I saw that turned me on.
I only know that now that it's over I'm glad I had that reaction
and not the reaction you were afraid of. To be honest, I was
afraid of the same thing you were."

The smile left my face and I said, "It's not over. This was just
the beginning. And it isn't going to be just him."

Paul pulled me up beside him on the couch and kissed me. He said,
"Just remember one thing. No matter what happens, I am always
going to love you. And I am always going to want you. I only hope
that he doesn't make me do something that you can't get past. I
am surprised that you didn't ask me to leave after what I did
today, and after what he did today. Christ! I can't blame you for
cumming on that humongous cock of his! That thing was incredible.
It made my cock look like a clit!"

I laughed and said, "I love your clit, sweetheart."

We finally went up and went to bed. Paul tried to return the
favor. But when I realized what he was doing I stopped him. I
said, "No honey. Not tonight. Trust me. I've had enough. Besides,
he came in buckets. I don't want to take a chance on you going
down on me and...well, you know."

He kissed my neck and said, "I would be surprised if I didn't end
up with a mouthful of it one of these days anyway. He is doing
this to humiliate us."

I said, "No Paul. He is doing this because we are racists and
because we were rude to him and called his son some very ugly
names."

We looked at each other strangely then. It was like for the first
time we were acknowledging to ourselves that we were not innocent
victims in this. 

After what had happened to us tonight I expected to have a very
difficult time falling asleep. I had a lot to think about. But I
suppose that between the three strong drinks and the stress and
the amazing orgasm I was out like a light in less than a minute.
I am usually a pretty light sleeper but that night I slept so
soundly that in the morning Paul had to shake me to get me to
wake up.

I went down and started coffee while Paul took a shower. Then I
took a shower while Paul toasted some English muffins. When I
finished my shower I put on the dress that Doyal had selected for
me. It was a flirty little sundress. Not really scandalous, but
not appropriate for the work place either. It ended about four
inches above my knees. I thought that it was inappropriate for
work but I would be wearing a lab coat. I didn't see how this
would have the effect of humiliating me that Doyal undoubtedly
intended.

I dressed and joined Paul for breakfast. We ate quietly, both of
us wondering what Doyal had in mind to make the day unpleasant.

We went in at our normal time, along with a hundred or so other
employees of the company. When we got to work I put my lab coat
on and went to my work area. Some of the guys commented on my
dress. They liked it and suggested I dress like that more often.
I had a feeling that they were going to get their wish, and then
some.

There was a note on my desk telling me to report to Doyal's
office as soon as I got in. I went out of the lab and down to
Doyal's office. I knocked and he told me to enter.

When I stepped inside he looked up and said, "Lock the door,
bitch."

I wasn't really that surprised that he had sent for me. The
surprise was that he was not alone in his office. 

I turned and locked the door. When I turned back around he was
getting up from behind his desk. He gestured for me to stand in
front of him. I crossed the space between us and by the time I
was standing in front of him my face was bright red and my heart
was beating loudly again, just like yesterday.

He said, "Remove the lab coat. I want to see how you look in the
dress I picked out for you."

I obeyed instantly but I was very conscious of the other man in
the room. He was watching us closely and smiling as Doyal ordered
me around. 

I dropped my lab coat on the same chair that my clothing had been
piled on yesterday when Paul had undressed me in this same spot.


Doyal asked, "I suppose you are wearing underwear?"

I responded, "Yes sir."

"Which ones?" he asked.

I quietly replied, "The bikini panty."

He smiled and said, "Show me."

I reached down reluctantly and started to raise my skirt but he
said, "Not like that. Take your dress off, stupid."

I unbuttoned the front of the dress and dropped it on my lab
coat. I stood before Doyal and the stranger in just my panties.
Doyal turned to his friend and asked, "What do you think?"

His friend had a surprisingly deep voice. He answered, "Not bad.
She looks like a pretty good fuck. Yeah, she has the perfect body
for some of that stuff, slender like a fashion model."

His friend got up and came over and looked me over. He asked me
my sizes and then he ran his hands over my body before slapping
my thigh and ordering me to spread my legs.

I obeyed nervously and soon another man had his finger inside of
me. He chuckled and said, "Damn Doyal! This broad is hot to
trot!"

He pulled his wet finger out of me and held it up. He chuckled
again and said, "Fuck! Look at that! That's just from undressing
in front of us! She must be one hot bitch!"

Doyal laughed and said, "Trust me Al, she is. Do you want to
knock off a quick piece before you leave?"

Al said, "Hell yes!"

Doyal pushed me down over his desk and I heard the rustle of
clothing behind me. A moment later I felt Al's cock working its
way inside of my very wet pussy. I hated what was happening, but
I hated even more that my body kept betraying me like this. I had
gotten wet before they even touched me. Undressing in front of
them had gotten my juices flowing, just like yesterday! I was not
an exhibitionist. In fact, I was pretty shy. So I just didn't
understand why this was happening.

I didn't have long to think about it though. Al started fucking
me hard and fast while Doyal held my head down on his desk. I
felt so helpless and so used. But worse than that, as Al's
strokes became faster and more violent I felt myself building to
another orgasm. 

Doyal reached under me while his friend was fucking me and
started pulling and twisting on my nipples. He was not gentle and
it hurt. It hurt a lot. But still I felt my body climbing towards
a climax. I came just before Al did. When the orgasm hit it hit
hard and I started to call out loudly until Doyal clamped a hand
over my mouth and kept me quiet. 

I heard Al cry out behind me and his hands clawed at my ass
during those last few violent strokes. He called out, "Jesus!
What a fucking pussy!" And then he filled me with cum.

He left his cock inside of me for a minute while he and Doyal
discussed my pussy. Then he slowly pulled his cock out of me. It
felt nearly as long as Doyal's, though not nearly as thick.

When he pulled it free, Doyal pulled me up off of his desk and
asked, "Did you have a nice rest, cunt?"

Then he pushed me to the floor and said, "Clean up that mess."

I didn't know what he meant at first. Not until Al moved forward
and his soft, slimy cock was right in my face. I had just been
fucked by a second black man in less than twelve hours. Now I was
going to taste a second black cock. I forced myself to breathe
through my mouth. His cock smelled as bad as it looked.

I opened my mouth wide and took as much of his cock into my mouth
as I could before I closed my lips around it. I gagged a couple
of times at first but I sucked it clean as quickly as I could. I
was in a hurry to get that taste out of my mouth. 

When I had sucked the top half of his cock clean I lifted my
mouth off of it and I licked the base of it until it too was
clean. Then I washed his balls with my tongue while he guided my
head around with his hands twisted in my hair.

He finally released me and I stood up gasping for fresh air while
he straightened his pants and made himself presentable. I was
aware of the cum that was seeping out of me and about to start
running down my thigh. I was anxious to be allowed to dress and
go to the ladies room.

Doyal had something else in mind. He smiled and said, "You can't
leave here like that. Everyone will know what a slut you are.
Scoop that up and swallow it."

They both laughed at the look on my face when he said that. I
wanted to plead with him to be reasonable but one look at the
amusement on their faces as they enjoyed my consternation and I
knew I would be wasting my breath.

I spread my legs and I felt the bile rising in my throat as I
reached down and scooped up about two tablespoons of slimy white
cum on the tips of two fingers. I stared at it for a second,
trying to convince myself that it was just cum and I had
swallowed a lot of it over the last four or five years. 

This was different though. This was such a nasty thing to do. I
looked up at their faces one last time and then I swallowed and
forced myself to place my fingers in my mouth and suck them
clean.

I heard the stranger exclaim under his breath, "What a fucking
cunt!"

When I had swallowed the bastard's cum I pulled my fingers from
my mouth and stood there naked as the men shook hands and the
stranger left. I expected Doyal to take a turn but he said, "You
had better get to work, cunt. I want you and your faggot husband
back in here at lunch time."

I responded without thinking, "He is not a faggot!"

Doyal just smiled and said, "Sure he is. He just doesn't realize
it yet."

He handed me my lab coat and ordered me to put it on. He was
holding my dress and my panties in his other hand. 

I groaned as I slipped the lab coat on. We were required to wear
them at all times but we seldom closed them. Not unless we were
actually doing something that required them, which in my section
was not very often. They weren't see-through, but they were thin
and when I started buttoning the front I noticed that my nipples
showed quite clearly through the thin material. You couldn't
actually see them. But you could see the outlines of them. You
could see the bumps. It was obvious that I wasn't wearing much of
anything under my lab coat.

Doyal ordered me to leave the top two buttons and the bottom two
buttons unfastened. Suddenly my lab coat was a sexy garment. My
cleavage was exposed to an alarming degree and the bottom button
that I was permitted to close was rubbing against my pubic hair.
I would be in danger of exposing myself with every step I took. 

The guys were going to love this!

Doyal dismissed me but as I started to leave he said, "I doubt if
any of the guys have the balls, but if any of them should grow a
pair and decide to actually put a hand on you, you just smile and
act like nothing out of the ordinary is happening. I'm going to
be in and out of the lab all morning and I'll be watching you."

I hurried back to the lab with my heart beating a mile a minute.
The guys looked up and smiled and said good morning as I entered.
Then they did a double take as they watched me cross the room to
my work area.

When I got to my bench I looked down and saw that my nipples were
standing straight out. I looked down and I could see the insides
of both of my thighs. And that was standing still! God knows what
I looked like when I was taking a step!

I got my work out and threw myself into it like never before. I
wanted desperately not to think about anything else right now. I
sat on my stool and struggled to at least cover my pussy with
that damned lab coat, but it was a constant struggle. To make
matters worse, one at a time the guys all came over, ostensibly
to see if I was alright. 

I knew that guys being guys they would enjoy the view. But I
didn't believe that any of them would actually touch me. I guess
I don't know my co-workers as well as I thought I did.

I watched them struggle to keep their eyes focused on my face as
we spoke. The odd thing was that, under any other circumstances I
would have been annoyed if they had treated me this way. But I
couldn't blame them. They had never behaved this way until Doyal
made me dress like this. So I was surprised to find myself
becoming aroused at all of the attention. I was embarrassed. But
the tingle I felt between my legs every time one of the men came
over and stared at my nipples or my upper thighs was
unmistakable. 

Once more I was forced to consider what kind of a person, what
kind of a woman I really was. 

The men came over off and on throughout the morning to check on
something I was doing or just to speak and get another look at
me. Several times I looked down after they walked away and
wondered if they had been able to see too much of me. The lab
coat kept falling away from my breasts when I leaned forward and
on more than one occasion I looked down and saw a nipple just
starting to peek out. Worse than that though, I was almost
positive that my slit showed from just about every angle but
behind me.

There was no question of how exposed I was every time I got up or
returned to my seat. In those moments I felt the cool air on my
slit and I knew that my pussy was still drooling. My emotions
were constantly being torn between my continuous state of arousal
and my despair over the kind of woman that I was afraid that I
was becoming.

Karl came over for the third or fourth time that morning to ask
about the status of a project I was helping him with. I was
flustered as I answered while he stared directly at my nearly
exposed breasts. When I reached for some documents I realized too
late that I had exposed most of one breast, certainly all of the
nipple. 

He smiled and his face turned nearly as red as my own. His hand
fell to my thigh and he patted it gently. He said, "My dear, I
have never fully appreciated how sexy a lab coat could be before.
You look fantastic. I don't know what has brought about this
change in you. But I like it."

His fingertips were at most an inch from my pussy as he spoke. I
was too shocked to say or do anything. And when the shock wore
off I realized that this was what Doyal had in mind. As if to
confirm my sudden inspiration I looked up to see Doyal smiling at
me from across the room. He nodded and then went back to his
conversation with Taylor. I noticed that Taylor was staring too.
He didn't look like he was hearing a word that Doyal was saying.

In the next hour it became obvious that Doyal and Taylor had not
been the only ones watching Karl place his hand on my thigh and
get away with it. At one time or another they all came over that
morning and they all placed their hands high on my thigh. I
actually felt Neal's fingertip grazing my exposed pussy!

Every man in that lab was walking around with a hard on all
morning because of me. Well, I suppose it would be more accurate
to say that it was because of Doyal. I would never have dressed
like this on my own.

Even Paul had a hard on! He didn't feel me up in public. But he
came over and whispered, "Are you doing okay? I hate to admit it,
but you look hotter than hell!"

I blushed and looked around to make sure that no one was close
enough to hear us talk. I whispered, "Jesus Paul! I don't know
what is happening with me! I have never been so humiliated in my
life. But I'm sitting in a pool of my own juices! Could I have
been a slut all this time and I didn't even know it?!"

He shrugged and whispered, "No. You aren't a slut. You're body is
just reacting to the constant sexual stimulation. You can't help
it. Just like I can't help having a hard on every time I look at
you."

Paul looked around and asked, "What happened in there this
morning? You were gone a long time."

I whispered to him about having to service the strange man in
Doyal's office and I told him that we were both to report to his
office at lunch time. I also told him about being ordered to
permit my co-workers to touch me if they got up the nerve.

Before he went back to work I asked him how exposed my pussy was.
I couldn't tell but I felt like I was all but naked down there.

He glanced down and responded, "It isn't too bad when you tug
your lab coat together. But once you let it go it starts to fall
away and it isn't long before the top half of your pussy is
exposed. You might as well quit fighting it. Everyone has already
seen it by now."

I asked, "Did you see him this morning? This is just what he had
in mind, this and more. Remember what he said yesterday? He said
he wished that I could work in the nude. I don't know where this
is going. But even if he doesn't make up something terrible about
us, our reputations are going to be shot."

I suddenly realized what Doyal was doing. I hissed under my
breath, "Oh my god! Paul! I just realized where this is going. He
wants to turn me into the office sex toy. Not just for him, for
everyone we work with!"

Paul looked so helpless when he said, "I know. But I still don't
see any way out of this. Not yet anyway."

Paul went back to his work station and I tried to forget about
how exposed I was and concentrate on my own work. As I worked
though, I couldn't help noticing my co-workers getting together
and talking quietly in twos and threes throughout the morning,
all the while glancing over at me. I could just imagine what they
were saying. 

They kept coming back over and visiting with me at my station.
Each time they became bolder and each time I was forced to bite
my tongue as their hands came to rest on my upper thigh and
fingers began to tease my sopping wet slit. I suppose that they
were comparing notes as the morning went on and it was obvious
that I wasn't objecting to anything that they did. They may not
have understood the sudden change in me, but they were enjoying
it. They didn't grope me openly, and they seemed to be more
discreet whenever Paul was nearby. But they became bolder with
each visit to my work station.

Just before lunch Karl came over and leaned against the bench
where I was working. His hand went right to my thigh and the tip
of his middle finger was sliding up and down through my slit,
grazing my clit at the top of each tiny stroke. 

I gasped as his finger teased my clit and I grasped my workbench
with both hands. I fought to keep from having an orgasm as this
nice, gentle, quiet man who was more than twice my age and had
always treated me with respect began to finger my pussy while my
husband and our four co-workers watched from around the room.

I groaned and bit my bottom lip in an effort to keep from having
an orgasm. When Karl first spoke I heard the words but my brain
didn't catch the meaning. He had to repeat himself. "Jolie, why
are you doing this? Or more to the point, why are you letting us
do this. Don't misunderstand. I love the change in you. We all
do. But it seems so out of character for you. What's going on?"

I was actually grateful for the question. It distracted me from
the sensations his finger was causing. I whispered, "I can't talk
when you are doing that Karl! I can't think!"

He stopped moving is finger, but it remained inside me, just
inside my opening. I managed to catch my breath and get my mind
in gear. But I was still highly aroused and it occurred to me
that at this very moment, after all of these hours of teasing, I
wanted to fuck these men just as much as they wanted to fuck me.
It looked like Doyal was going to get his wish!

But I didn't know how to respond to Karl's very reasonable
question. I couldn't tell him the truth. Or could I? I knew that
they were all wondering. Maybe the easiest thing to do would be
to explain. Doyal didn't say that I couldn't tell them. Would
things be better or worse if I told them the truth?

I glanced at the clock. It was still half an hour before Paul and
I had to report to Doyal's office for lunch. I sighed deeply and
said, "Give me a minute to talk to Paul before I answer you, okay
Karl?"

He nodded and finally removed his hand from my sex organs.

When he had moved away I looked over to see Paul watching with
obvious concern. I waved him over and he rushed across the room
to see what I wanted. When he was standing beside me I whispered,
"Paul, Karl wants to know why I'm doing this, why I'm dressing
like this and why I'm letting them touch me. I was trying to
think of a reasonable lie but maybe it would be better if we just
told the truth. Doyal didn't say we couldn't. Maybe that would be
better than this, whatever this is. Let's get it out in the open.
I think I would be less embarrassed if they realized that I
hadn't changed, I am doing what I have to do. And maybe they'll
take it easy on me. Or not. Either way at least we can stop
pussy-footing around in a cloud of secrecy. What do you think?"

Paul looked at me, and then he looked around at our five
co-workers. He asked, "What will you tell them?"

"The truth," I replied.

He shrugged and said, "I don't know if that will help your cause.
But I guess you're right. This silly game that everyone is
playing now isn't fooling anyone. In some ways it's even more
demeaning. I guess that we haven't anything to lose. You may be
right, though I doubt it. I think that once they know that they
have permission to do what they want things will get worse. But I
guess we are going there anyway. If you would feel better having
them know that you are being coerced then tell them."

I smiled wryly and said, "Paul, it's more than being coerced. We
are being punished. I suspect that our friends here in the office
might side with Doyal when they hear why."

Paul shrugged and said, "It's up to you. I'm not going to change
how I feel about Doyal, and I'm not going to change how I feel
about you. You do what you think is best."

Paul kissed me on the forehead and went back to work. I turned to
Karl and waved him back over. When he was close I said, "Karl, I
talked it over with Paul and I'm going to explain what is going
on. I think it might be best if I explained it to everyone all at
once."

Karl looked up and I looked around to see that everyone was
watching us. He waved them over and soon I was surrounded by my
five co-workers, all ogling my exposed flesh openly.

When they were close by I said, "Karl asked me why I'm doing
this, why I'm dressing like this and why I'm letting you guys
touch me. I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you or not. But I
wasn't told that I couldn't. I think it best to get this out in
the open."

I took a deep breath, which they all seemed to appreciate, and I
started from the beginning. "As you guys all know, Paul and I are
both from small southern towns in Mississippi. We grew up in an
environment of prejudice and intolerance. We never questioned our
beliefs and that is why this is happening to me, to us I mean."

I saw the confused looks on their faces. Travis and Taylor were
both from southern states too. I think they had a better
understanding of what I was saying about my background. It only
just then occurred to me though that neither of them seemed to
harbor the prejudice that Paul and I did. I couldn't help but
wonder. But now was not the time for deep thoughts on the way of
the world.

I continued, "When Paul and I got married after we graduated and
got these jobs we thought we were living in a fairy tale. We
could afford a nice house in a great neighborhood and nice cars
and our life seemed perfect. We never once had cause to
re-examine our values."

"Things started to change when a black man bought the house next
door to us. He was a nice enough neighbor, but it bothered us
that a black man lived next door to us. He quickly fit right in
and was welcome in the homes of our neighbors. But Paul and I
were not so accepting. We left more than one party because he
showed up."

"One day his two teenage sons were playing in the front yard and
one of them chased a ball into our yard. I yelled at him and
called him some...some terrible names that I am too embarrassed
to repeat. He was just a kid, thirteen or fourteen I guess."

"That evening our neighbor came over and I was nearly as rude to
him. I told him off and slammed the door in his face. That man
was Doyal Anderson. I didn't even realize that he worked here,
not that it would have made a difference."

"Yesterday, the reason that we spent so much longer in his office
when he was interviewing everyone is that he is punishing my
husband and me. He is teaching us a lesson."

Now for the hard part! I felt myself turning even redder as I
said, "In order to keep Doyal from ruining our lives, Paul and I
had to agree to do everything that he says until he sets us free.
We are, in effect, his slaves. The reason that I am dressed like
this, and the reason that I have allowed all of you to touch me
this morning, is that Doyal ordered me to. Paul and I could lose
everything if we didn't agree to his demands. Maybe Doyal is
right. Maybe we have this coming. But I had to beg him not to
fire us and I promised to do anything to keep these jobs. I
intend to keep that promise."

There was a stunned silence for a long moment. Then Karl asked,
"So you are a slave now? A sex slave? He has sex with you?"

I nodded. 

Taylor chimed in, "He ordered you to let us touch you?"

I nodded again. I saw their minds working. They were not at all
concerned that I was now a sex slave. Their only concern was just
how far they could go. It was obvious on all of their faces.

Then, almost as one they all turned to Paul. Paul was staring
down at his work but his face and neck were red and I knew he had
heard everything. 

Karl asked, "What about Paul?"

I shrugged. "I don't know Karl. This all just started yesterday
when Doyal was made our supervisor."

With a smirk in his voice Travis asked, "How do you like getting
fucked by a big black stud?"

The others seemed as shocked by his question as I was.

Travis saw their looks and said, "Don't give me that shit! I grew
up in a small southern town too. And I had to put up with people
like Jolie and Paul calling me a nigger lover and kicking my ass
because I had black friends. I like you Jolie. You seem like a
nice kid. But I have to be honest. I feel more sympathy for
Doyal's kid than I do for you. I think you are a nice couple but
I hate the way your minds work. I know that you believe the
things that you believe because you were raised that way. But I
was raised that way too and I knew it was wrong. You are both
intelligent people. You had the same opportunity that I did to
form your own opinions. You know right from wrong. Maybe this
will do you both some good. I sure as hell don't have a problem
with it. Hell! I think it's pretty fucking hot!"

I glanced at the clock and saw that it was time for lunch. I slid
off of my stool as the men watched carefully. I looked over at
Paul and then I said, "No matter what you choose to believe of my
husband and me, you now know why we are doing the things that we
do. You are free to form your opinions, but at least now they
will be based on the facts. I am embarrassed by some of the
things that I have done. But I am a product of my environment
despite what you believe Travis. You can hate the way that my
mind works and apparently you can feel free to grope me at will.
But I wanted it to be clear that I was permitting these liberties
because I am being coerced. I did not become a slut overnight."

Paul came over and got me. We left them to think about, and
undoubtedly discuss what I had just told them. I would have liked
to listen in on that discussion. But I didn't think that it would
be very long before I found out how it turned out.

We went to Doyal's office and knocked. He called out, "Enter."

We went in and Paul asked if he wanted the door locked. Doyal
looked up and said, "Not yet." Then he asked about our morning.

I gave him a quick overview of how it had gone and I told him
that I had told our co-workers why I was dressed like a slut and
permitting them to grope me at will.

He smiled and asked, "Great! How did they respond?"

I shrugged and said, "I don't know yet sir. I just finished
explaining it before we had to come to your office."

He said, "It will be interesting to see how that plays out. They
seem like a good group of men. But I suspect that the opportunity
to take advantage of a beautiful young woman like you will
overcome any moral compunction they might feel when it comes to
taking advantage of you against your will and in front of your
loving husband. They may be moral men and they may like you, but
you are a sexy little bitch and when a man's dick gets hard he
tends to let the morality of an issue fade into the background,
at least until after his orgasm. They may feel pangs of guilt
later. But I'm sure they can rationalize them away."

There was a light tap at the door and it opened to admit the two
janitors that worked on our floor of the building. They were both
tall, thin, older black men with gray hair. One of them had a
scraggly beard. 

They stood just inside the door and Doyal said, "Paul, Jolie, you
have worked here for more than a year with these men cleaning up
after you and I am willing to bet that you have never spoken to
them. I doubt if you know the names of either man. So allow me to
introduce you. The gentleman on your left is Oscar, and the man
on your right is John. I had a talk with them earlier and
explained my little psychology experiment to them. They were more
than willing to help out. Oscar, would you mind locking the
door?"

My knees almost gave out as I realized what was about to happen.
Janitors for Christ's sake! But there was never any question that
I was going to obey. I didn't even stop to ponder how easily I
had given in to Doyal. I had, after all, begged him to give me a
chance and promised to do anything he demanded of me. And I was
constantly aware of the possible repercussions if I should rebel.
Always in the back of my mind was the picture of my parents
losing their home. I would do anything to avoid that ever
happening.

Once the door was locked Doyal said, "Take off the lab coat,
Jolie. Then go over and apologize to Oscar and John for being a
redneck."

I unbuttoned my lab coat and draped it over the back of a chair.
I crossed the room and stood in front of the two janitors. They
glanced over at Doyal. I didn't see what he did but they both
smiled and in an instant they each had one of my breasts in their
hands. 

I started to speak but my voice broke. I cleared my throat and
said, "I'm sorry for being a redneck." But I couldn't leave it at
that. I said, "I didn't mean to be hateful, to hurt anyone. I
didn't know any better. I'm truly sorry. I'm trying to change."

Oscar smiled down at me and asked, "Do you know why me and John
are here?"

I sighed and shook my head. I answered, "I imagine that I do."

He smiled and said, "I have watched you since you started working
here. You weren't really rude to me. It was more like I didn't
even exist. You would walk right past me in the corridor and not
even see me. I always wanted to turn around after you passed and
kick you right in your redneck ass. So if you were hoping that me
or John was going to feel sorry for you then you are just shit
out of luck girl."

I shook my head and said, "No, I don't expect any sympathy from
you. But I am sorry for my behavior. And not just because of what
Mr. Anderson is making me do. I guess I never really thought
about...things. I never saw any reason to question the way that I
was raised. I'm sorry."

Oscar grinned and said, "Well, I guess I know how you can make it
up to me. Come here girl."

He pulled me into his arms and leaned down and started kissing me
hard. His arms held me tight but I didn't fight him. John moved
around behind me and I felt his hands exploring my ass while he
watched Oscar kissing me. 

I felt Oscar's tongue forcing my lips open. I was disgusted by
the idea of French kissing a sixty-odd year old black janitor but
I tried not to let it show. I returned his kiss until he pushed
me away. He turned me around and gently pushed me into John's
arms. 

John took over where Oscar had left off and as we kissed I heard
Oscar getting undressed behind me.

I thought that I was just about as humiliated as I could get. It
turns out I was wrong. I heard a sudden noise and saw a bright
light through my closed eyelids. I opened my eyes suddenly to see
Doyal taking pictures of me and the janitors. 

I started to pull away, to demand that he put the camera away.
But John held me tight and I realized I couldn't win. Once more I
surrendered. I knew that I was always going to lose. It was just
that sometimes I started to resist without thinking. I had never
permitted Paul to take pictures of me in the nude. I was always
afraid that someone would find them. I trusted him not to put
them on the internet or show them to friends. But I had always
been afraid that someone would find them someday and I would be
humiliated. 

Now it was all out of my control and the whole purpose was to
humiliate and humble me.

John finally broke off the kiss and turned me around to face
Oscar again. Only this time Oscar was naked. I looked down and
was relieved to see that at least his cock was normal, not like
that huge weapon between Doyal's legs.

Oscar pulled me closer and as he pushed me to my knees I heard
the sounds of John undressing behind me. When I was kneeling in
front of him he inched closer and held his cock in his hand. He
traced my face with the head of his cock as he smiled down at me.
He chuckled and said, "I do believe that is the prettiest sight I
ever saw."

Doyal apparently liked it too. He took enough pictures of it.

Oscar held his cock up against his belly and ordered me to lick
his balls. Once I started he let his cock fall and come to rest
on my face. I had closed my eyes but Doyal ordered me to keep
them open and he took a dozen more pictures from different
angles.

A few moments later, John stood beside me. He leaned his pelvis
forward and started rubbing his cock over my face while I sucked
on Oscar's balls. There were more pictures and then my mouth was
passed back and forth between the men.

First I licked and sucked on their hairy nuts and then their hard
cocks. John's was slightly fatter than Oscar's. Neither cock was
anything like Doyal's, thankfully.

After a few minutes they started taking turns fucking my mouth.
It wasn't so bad at first but they started getting more violent
and after about ten minutes I was struggling with them. They were
banging their cocks into the back of my throat painfully. I was
just about to yell at them when suddenly Oscar's cock head forced
its way into my throat. 

I'm not sure who was more shocked. I started to struggle but
Doyal yelled at me to behave. At first it didn't sink in. Not
until I felt a sudden, sharp pain on my butt. He had slapped the
hell out of me. 

I stopped struggling and Oscar pulled back and then forced his
cock right back down into my throat. I heard him exclaim, "Fuck
me!"

Then he was cumming with his cock buried in my throat. I was kind
of dazed. I was kneeling there with the head of an old black
man's cock in my throat, throbbing and ejaculating sperm. By that
point in the festivities my mind had gone blank. 

It wasn't until he pulled his cock out of my mouth that I
realized that at least there had been no foul tasting cum in my
mouth. But my throat was kind of sore and I wasn't anxious to
repeat it.

Unfortunately it wasn't up to me. John had watched in amazement
and he wanted his turn. He wanted to experience having his cock
in the throat of a young white woman. As soon as Oscar moved away
he did.

John grasped the sides of my head and held on tight as he worked
his cock back into my mouth. He began pumping it in and out of
me, harder and faster and deeper with each stroke. His cock was
fatter than Oscar's but not significantly. On the fourth or fifth
attempt the head of his cock slipped into my throat and he held
it there with my face pressed against his hairy belly and I heard
him exclaim, "Son of a bitch! Jesus that feels fantastic! This
girl is the best cocksucker I ever saw!"

I heard the mirth in Doyal's voice as he said, "Well, technically
John, she isn't sucking your cock, you are fucking her face. But
I guess the end result is the same. She is still going to end up
with cum in her belly when you're done."

John started fucking my face then. Slowly at first, but then more
forcefully, and with each stroke the head of his cock and perhaps
an inch of the fat shaft entered my throat. At first it was
painful. But I guess I started getting numb after a minute or
two. I just held onto his hips and let him fuck my face until he
tensed up and I felt his cock throbbing in my throat.

He pulled it out after a moment and stepped back. I gasped for
breath now that my mouth and throat were clear. I noticed with
more than a little relief that Oscar had dressed. 

John started to get dressed but Doyal stopped him. He said, "Hold
on a minute John. There is one more picture that I want to get
before you leave. He invited John to bend over his desk and then
he instructed me to kneel behind him. 

I obeyed. I didn't know what he had in mind but I was getting
used to doing what I was told. I went along placidly until Doyal
said, "Okay Jolie. I want you to spread his cheeks apart and eat
his ass just like it was a pussy."

My head swung around to look at Doyal so fast that I hurt my
neck. I had never even heard of such a thing! I wasn't refusing
exactly. I just couldn't believe that I really understood what he
was demanding of me.

He saw the look on my face and he said, "That's right, cunt. Eat
that nice man's big black ass." 

I hesitated still, until he said, "Don't make me take my belt
off, bitch."

I turned to look at the big black ass in front of my face and I
felt the nausea building as I contemplated the task in front of
me. I heard Doyal start to unbuckle his belt and I started moving
finally. I reached up and gently spread the cheeks of John's ass,
exposing his dark, crinkled ass hole. It occurred to me that I
had never actually seen one before. It was particularly
unattractive. 

I moved my face closer. John smelled clean but this was without a
doubt the most disgusting thing that I had yet been forced to
do.

I became aware of the camera in my face as I slowly leaned
forward and pressed my lips against his asshole. There was not
yet any taste and the smell was not unpleasant, sweaty, a little
musky maybe, but clean. Still, I couldn't help gagging at the
idea of what I was doing.

I tentatively stuck my tongue out and touched it to his wrinkled
hole and as soon as I touched him he groaned in pleasure and his
entire body twitched. He gasped and said, "Son of a bitch! I
never felt anything like that before! Shit! I like that!"

I wasn't as excited about it myself.

I licked all around it for a moment and then stiffened my tongue
and forced it inside of him. He continued to groan and gasp in
pleasure and I began to fear that he was going to get another
hard on. I was getting tired.

Doyal took a dozen pictures and finally he said, "Okay.
Gentlemen, I appreciate your help. Now I am horny as hell and I'm
going to have to fuck this bitch before she has to go back to
work."

Oscar asked, "Do you mind if we watch?"

Doyal smiled and said, "Not at all. Do you mind taking some
pictures for me?"

Oscar took the camera from Doyal and stood back while Doyal
dropped his pants and shorts to his knees. I was forced down
roughly over his desk and he used his feet to force my legs
farther apart. A few seconds later he was ramming his fat cock
into me and there it was again, that full feeling that had driven
me crazy last night. 

I hated that he could turn me on like this. I had always had a
very hard time reaching orgasm from fucking. Paul could usually
make me cum that way. But he had a neat little thing he did on
his down stroke when he fucked me. He would press his pubic bone
against me and kind of push and twist at the same time, applying
pressure over my clit as he did. It was a delicious feeling and
it usually did the trick.

Doyal wasn't even touching my clit though. His cock was
stretching me to the limit and he was overpowering me, taking me.
It was both mentally and physically stimulating and it was
irresistible. I was soon grunting and groaning and I knew that I
was going to cum again. I ignored Oscar and the camera. He was
going back and forth between my face and the huge cock pounding
into me. I hardly noticed. 

I suspect that Doyal was very aroused. He enjoyed tormenting me.
He had just made me do some very nasty shit and he had the
pictures to prove it. He wouldn't take long to cum. But I came
twice before he finally redoubled his efforts and attacked me
brutally with his oversized cock.

I felt him behind me, tensing up and then stopping suddenly as
his cock throbbed inside of me and deposited another of his large
loads in my pussy. He stayed there, with our sex organs locked
together, for several long moments. Then he said, "Okay Oscar,
get ready. I want a lot of pictures of this."

He slowly pulled his cock out of me. I felt the rush of cool air
on my soaking wet pussy and I heard Oscar back there getting some
close-ups. Then I felt Doyal's hand in my hair and he pulled me
up off the desk and forced me to my knees in front of him. I knew
what he wanted and I opened my mouth and sucked his slimy cock
clean. It was still quite hard. Not fully erect but not soft
either. He began to move it in and out of my mouth and said,
"Before it gets soft let's see if you can do your new trick with
my cock, bitch."

I took more and more of his cock into my mouth. I was sure that
it wasn't going to go. But he gripped my head after a few
ineffective attempts on my part and he thrust forward violently.
Everyone in the room gasped as his cock shot down my throat. It
hurt, but it went easier than I thought it would. Unlike with the
others though, I couldn't breathe with his cock in my throat. It
was so large that it compressed my airway.

He held it there long enough for Oscar to get a few pictures and
then he pulled it out. I gasped for air and waited for my heart
to stop beating so fast. Doyal helped me to my feet and I saw
John standing behind Paul. He had one arm around Paul's throat
and his arm twisted up behind his back. Apparently Paul had
attempted to interfere.

Doyal got an evil smile on his face. He said, "I guess you need
to learn a little humility Paul. I suppose I've been taking it
too easy on you. John, bring him over here."

Doyal lifted me to my feet using my hair as a handle again. He
picked me up as if I weighed nothing and dropped me roughly on
his desk. He pushed me down on my back and lifted my legs and
spread then. My sopping wet and dripping pussy were displayed for
all the men in the room.

When John had Paul standing in front of the desk Doyal said,
"Okay John, let him go."

Paul flexed his arm and rubbed it. John had been pretty rough on
him I guess. Devon took the camera back from Oscar and said,
"Paul, your bitch can't go to work like that. She smells awful.
Get down there and clean that mess up."

Paul glared at him and didn't move. 

Doyal handed the camera back to Oscar and turned and went around
his desk. He opened his desk drawer and removed a wooden ruler.
Before anyone had a chance to even figure out what he was going
to do he lifted his arm and brought the ruler down right across
the center of my right tit, right across the nipple!

At first I couldn't even scream. I gasped in disbelief as the
worst pain I had ever experienced in my life washed over me. I
finally caught my breath and just as I was about to scream Doyal
shoved his cock back in my mouth and held it there. I screamed
around his cock but hardly any noise escaped.

I was crying hysterically now. I couldn't see anything but
Doyal's large, hairy balls. But I was praying that Paul would not
refuse again. 

I can't describe the relief that I felt when I felt Paul's
shoulders between my thighs. I felt sorry for him. I knew what a
horrible thing Doyal was demanding of him. But I couldn't take
another blow from that ruler. I just couldn't!

I felt Paul's breath on my thigh and then his warm tongue began
to lick up the cum that had been leaking out of me. I heard Paul
gagging frequently at first, but gradually he got used to the
smell and the taste I guess. By the time his tongue had cleaned
my thighs and was beginning to bathe my vulva he had stopped
gagging. 

I heard the three black men in the room chuckling as they
watched. I felt so sorry for Paul. I knew that this was going to
prey on his mind for a long time.

His tongue bathed my vulva thoroughly and then began to explore
my slit. I normally love the feeling of a tongue in my pussy. But
I felt so bad for Paul that it didn't affect me at all. 

Doyal's cock didn't get hard again, thankfully. He watched until
he was satisfied that I was clean enough to go back to work. He
pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, "Okay boy. That's
enough. Let the bitch up so she can get dressed."

Paul stepped back and helped me up without looking me in the eye.
I squeezed his hand and whispered, "I'm sorry."

He shook his head but he couldn't look at me.

Oscar and John finally left. Devon said, "Put your lab coat on,
bitch."

While I was buttoning up the same buttons that had been buttoned
all morning he said, "From now on you don't say no to any man.
That's pretty cut and dried. You don't have any questions about
that do you, cunt?"

I answered quietly, "No sir."

He nodded and said, "I hope so. Come back here when it's time to
go home and get your dress. Don't make any plans for this
weekend. You're going to be pretty busy."

Just before we left to go back to the lab Doyal stopped me and
opened another button at the top of my lab coat. He looked at it
and said, "Button that back up when you are outside of your lab.
When you are in your lab I want that one open too."

I nodded and buttoned the button. I glanced at the clock on the
way out. We had only been in Doyal's office for forty minutes! I
would have sworn that the afternoon was half over. It had seemed
like hours! We still had twenty minutes of our lunch hour left!

In the corridor we talked about going to the lunch room or even
out to our car to relax for a few minutes and be safe and alone.
But I didn't want to go to the lunch room dressed this way and by
the time the car cooled off enough to be comfortable it would be
time to come back in. So we went back into the lab and hoped that
the others would all be out to lunch.

We were in luck. All five of the men we worked with were at
lunch. We often went to lunch together as a group. I suspect that
they had a lot to talk about today. I unbuttoned my top button
and we went into the back corner and sat together in a couple of
chairs. 

We didn't talk at first but Paul reached out and held my hand. I
squeezed his hand and said, "I'm so sorry Paul."

He grinned wryly and said, "What are you apologizing for? I'm the
one that got you beaten with a ruler."

I leaned down and kissed his hand. I said, "I don't blame you. I
wouldn't have blamed you if you had refused. I know how hard that
was for you. I'm just curious. Do you still think you can love me
after all this. It really seems to be getting out of hand."

Paul reached out and pulled me into his lap. He opened the top of
my lab coat and looked at the red welt on my tit. It wasn't that
bad. It still stung but it was fading already. He leaned down and
kissed it lightly and said, "I really am sorry Jolie. You have to
put up with a lot more shit than I do. It's much worse for you. I
was just so shocked when he told me to...well you know. I'll try
to be more careful. And I don't care what happens. I'm always
going to love you."

I looked into his eyes and I could see that he really meant it. I
put my arms around his neck and held him tight and I was just
about to kiss him when he said, "Even if you decide to leave me
for that horse cock."

He was smiling and I knew he was kidding. I leaned down as if I
was going to kiss him and I bit his nose, hard!

He yelled, "Hey!" and reached down and grabbed a handful of my
pubic hair and said, "I'll let go if you do."

Suddenly we were both laughing and I let his nose go and kissed
him as hard as I could. He turned my pubic hair loose and put his
arms around me and pulled me close. I put my lips by his ear and
whispered, "Oh Paul, I adore you."

He bit my neck and said, "Yeah, and you're okay for a cunt."

I should have been furious, I guess. Instead I started laughing
almost hysterically. I finally caught my breath and said, "You
son of a bitch. Besides, I thought you liked my cunt."

"I love your cunt," he replied. "And I love you."

This little bit of fooling around was just what I needed. I felt
much better now. I knew that I was going to be screwed around
with all afternoon and I was going to have to let it happen. But
I also knew that Paul loved me and he still had his weird sense
of humor.

Just then the lab door opened and the rest of the crew came in.
They saw us in the back and headed back to see what we were
doing. My legs were spread open and my pussy was plainly visible.
My lab coat was spread open at the top and my uninjured tit was
on display. There were only two buttons that remained buttoned
now. I had no chance of maintaining any modesty dressed like
this. There was no sense in trying. The men had all seen my pussy
this morning. They had all touched it. It was still humiliating
to be on display this way. But there was nothing that I could do
about it.

Karl looked down and said, "You look all red and swollen Jolie.
Did you have another lesson in humility over your lunch hour?"

I blushed and answered, "Yes Karl. Does that amuse you?"

He grinned and replied, "Not as much as it turns me on. You are
about the hottest little thing I've ever seen. I bet you look
fantastic naked, and even better getting fucked."

Karl was in his mid fifties and has been happily married to his
wife for thirty years. He is a decent man and I would be willing
to bet that he has never cheated on his wife. But the situation
that was developing here at work was probably something that he
never thought he would encounter. I was being forced to parade
around half naked and suddenly there was a sexual tension in the
air that had never existed before. I looked around and saw that
there was a hunger in each of these men. The situation that I had
described to them this morning, my sexual servitude, that was
exciting to them. 

I guess I couldn't blame them. I'm not stupid. I have had enough
interaction with the opposite sex and taken enough Psych classes
in college that I knew how men's minds worked. After all, I've
been a female all of my life!

They all knew that our new black supervisor had just fucked me.
They didn't know about the janitors, at least not yet. I sure as
hell wasn't going to tell them. 

Karl reached out and helped me to my feet. He ignored Paul and
stared into my eyes as he reached out and unbuttoned the two
remaining buttons on my lab coat. I offered no resistance.

He let my coat fall open and spotted the stripe on my tit. He
cringed and placed his finger on it gently. He felt the heat and
said, "I have something in my desk that will make that feel a
little better."

I thanked him. Then I stood there as all five of them stared at
my exposed body. No one spoke for a long time until Travis asked,
"You said that Doyal doesn't have a problem with us touching you.
What if we want to do more than touch?"

I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. I sighed deeply and said,
"I can't say no."

Silence. No one spoke. No one moved. They just stared at me as if
I had just told them they had won the lottery.

Then, almost as if they were all using the same brain, they all
turned to look at Paul. 

They seemed uncomfortable about doing anything in front of him.
Karl said, "You must really hate this Paul. But he's arranging
this isn't he? He's setting it up so that we will be in this
situation. He has her dressing in nothing but an almost
unbuttoned lab coat and he tells her that she can't say no. This
is what he wants. It's part of your punishment, isn't it?"

Paul nodded.

More silence for a moment and then Karl said, "I'm sorry man. I
like you. I like both of you. But I'm only fucking human. I
haven't cheated on my wife in thirty years of marriage. But I
can't remember the last time my wife has agreed to have sex with
me. And she would be perfectly happy if we never had sex again.
She hates oral sex and won't do it. She thinks that a man's
fascination with the female breast is infantile and she doesn't
like to be touched. The only reason I haven't cheated on her is
that I don't like sex with prostitutes and I'm too damned old to
have an affair. But I can't let this opportunity pass me by. I
hope it doesn't tear you up man. I hope we can still work
together without you hating me. But I have to do this."

I sighed and repositioned Karl in front of the empty chair beside
my husband. I knelt in front of him and pulled his pants and his
shorts down while he stared in disbelief.

I pushed him down into the chair and pushed his legs apart. I
leaned down and began kissing and licking his balls and his semi
hard cock. The others gathered around to watch as I took Karl's
cock into my mouth and started sucking. His cock was about the
same size as Paul's so I had no trouble taking it into my throat
once it got hard. 

Karl's moans of pleasure almost drowned out the gasps from the
other four men watching. I tried to concentrate on what I was
doing. The idea of my husband and four of my co-workers standing
around watching me suck a cock was so degrading that I hated to
think about it.  

They wouldn't let me forget them though. While I sucked Karl's
cock someone pulled my lab coat off of me and as soon as I was
naked I felt their hands exploring my body freely. I hated it at
first. But before long my body, which lately had developed a mind
of its own, began to enjoy the attention, especially the
surprisingly soft hand that was between my legs and gently
massaging my pussy.

Karl came quickly and as soon as he was able to stand he moved
out of the way. He was immediately replaced by Neal. Travis was
next and then Ron. I was somewhat amused that they were using me
in order of seniority. Taylor couldn't wait his turn though.
While I was sucking Ron's cock, Taylor moved into position behind
me and I felt his cock entering my pussy from the rear. By this
point in our little orgy my body had been stimulated by their
hands for so long that I really needed a cock inside of me. 

The best part of it was that while I sucked Ron's cock and Taylor
fucked me, Karl and Travis continued to tease my body with their
hands. It was a lot of stimulation and I had several strong
orgasms before Taylor came.

When it was over they all stared at me as if they weren't sure
that it had really happened. They were all about ready to get
back to work when I moved over and began unbuttoning Paul's
pants. He was embarrassed. He didn't want me to know that he had
a hard on from watching our co-workers use me. But I could feel
his hard cock in his pants and I saw the lust on his face. 

I smiled and said, "It's okay Paul. Don't be embarrassed. I would
rather that you get turned on than be upset. If I have to do this
I don't want it to be a problem for you."

He still looked embarrassed though. He sounded sad when he said,
"A guy shouldn't get turned on watching his wife being raped."

I smiled and said, "Bullshit. Most guys would get turned on
watching a dog hump someone's leg. Now sit back and relax. I
think you are going to like this."

I started sucking his cock and when the head of his cock first
entered my throat he gasped and his butt came right up off of the
chair. I heard several chuckles from the men watching but I
ignored them and concentrated on pleasing Paul.

Poor Paul had been watching a lot of men have sex with me, eight
in the last two hours. He was torn between what he thought he
should be feeling and the way his body was reacting to the
constant stimulation. I could see that I was going to have to
have a long talk with him. Because there was no telling how long
this was going to last or how bad it was going to get. I could
only deal with this if he could. I was going to need his support
to get through this.

After Paul came and I swallowed his cum, Taylor helped me to my
feet and handed me a box of tissue. I wiped my thighs and my
pussy clean and Karl handed me my lab coat. They watched me put
it on and button the two buttons that were permitted and finally
we all went back to work. 

The guys seemed embarrassed at first. But it wasn't long before
they were laughing and joking and extolling my virtues. They were
also very vocal in their praise of Doyal for providing them with
this sexual bounty. He hadn't come right out and said it. But it
was obvious that he had intended for this to happen. I thought it
might affect our production level adversely, but it was going to
provide a hell of a boost to the morale of at least five of his
employees.

Once we were all back at work, Karl came over with a tube of
ointment and gently applied it to the stripe on my breast. It did
help and the application itself was very pleasant.

As he gently rubbed the ointment into my breast he said, "I feel
a little guilty for taking advantage of you, Jolie. But damn!
That was fantastic. Thank you."

I smiled at him and said, "I guess there is no sense in you guys
feeling guilty about it. It must have been what Doyal had in mind
when he made me dress this way when I'm in here with you and
ordered me not to say no to anyone. He knew that this would
happen. I just hope that it doesn't get out of hand, that we can
continue to work together. I have loved my job here right from
the start. Paul and I both have. I hope we can still enjoy
working here now that everything has changed so much."

Karl smiled and said, "You may need to keep a tight rein on us at
first. We have all had the hots for you since you started working
here. But if you and Paul aren't that upset about what just
happened I don't see why we can't work well together 
until I'm in my eighties. Because now that I can have sex with
you I don't think I'll ever retire!"

I returned his smile and said, "I'm not upset. Not with you guys.
I have been a girl for too long not to know how guys are around
pussy. I guess I'm upset with myself for getting us into this
mess. But I can't keep a rein on you guys. I can't say no without
getting in more trouble. You gentlemen are going to have to
exercise some self control or we are all going to get fired."

Karl continued to rub the ointment into my breast long after it
had been absorbed. He sighed and said, "It is going to be very
difficult, sweetheart. I have to be honest. I have spent many a
pleasant moment masturbating to the fantasy of seeing you naked
and touching your lovely body. What happened today was a dream
come true for me and for the others as well, I'm sure. But I
agree. We are going to have to be more careful. If someone had
come into the lab a few minutes ago we might have all been
looking for new jobs. I'm too old to be looking for work."

I lifted his hand from my tit and kissed it and said, "You are
only as old as I feel, you dirty old man. Now get back to work.
And thank you, that feels much better."

I would have thought that once they had seen me naked, gotten a
good look at my body and had sex with me, the guys would have
gotten it out of their system and we could have had a more normal
work day. It didn't work out that way. I managed to get very
little work done that afternoon. The guys kept coming over and
touching my body, no longer even bothering to think up an excuse
to talk to me. 

In the middle of the afternoon, Travis took me into the small
storeroom in the back and bent me over some boxes. He fucked me,
taking much longer this time than he had when I sucked him off
earlier. He thanked me and went back to work. But when the others
saw what he had done they came in, one at a time this time, and I
had sex with all of them again.

The first time around I had sucked all of them off except for
Taylor. This time it was the other way around. It was fun in a
way. It was stimulating. They weren't too rough and there was a
lot of touching. But I didn't have an orgasm and I was getting
worried about my work not getting done.

I used some rags to clean up with when they were done. I finally
got back to my workstation to find that Travis had been catching
my work up. He grinned and said, "I thought I owed you that. I'm
the one that got things started this time around."

I thanked him and went back to work. I didn't go to the bathroom
and wash up. I hated going out into the corridor dressed like
this, and smelling like this. So I sat at my bench smelling like
sex until quitting time. 

The guys still came by for a quick feel every now and then, but
not as often. I guess the novelty was finally starting to wear
off.

Paul and I went to Doyal's office at quitting time. He watched me
change back into my dress and then he said, "My sons are spending
the weekend with me. Their mother is going to drop them off
around six. They will be spending tonight and tomorrow with you.
I don't want to hear any complaints from them when they come
home."

"As far as I know they are both virgins. It will be up to you to
give them a good sex education. You had best be a whole hell of a
lot nicer to them this time than the last time you spoke to
them."

"The same rules apply. You don't wear clothing in the house, that
includes the backyard, and you can't say no. The only exception
is if they request an alcoholic beverage."

"Terrill is fourteen and Jason is fifteen. But they will be just
as much in charge as I would be if I was there. If I were you I
would keep in mind that it was your first confrontation with
Terrill that led to your current situation. There are two reasons
that is important. He is still upset with you because of the
names you called him and if you don't treat him with much more
respect this time I'll make what you are going through now seem
like a vacation."

Doyal dismissed us and we hurried out to our car.

Normally when we leave the plant on Friday after work we are
looking forward to a nice, restful weekend. We were certainly
dreading this one though. I had been pretty mean to Terrill and I
was nervous about what he might consider an appropriate method of
repaying me. I would have been nervous enough at the idea of
being a sex slave to two young boys. I knew nothing about the
sexual appetites of young teenage boys. Well, nothing except that
they were always horny, their lives driven by raging hormones.
That, and that they exhibited very little of the restraint that
adults were supposed to be capable of.

As was our usual practice we sat in the car with the air
conditioner on and waited for the parking lot to empty out. We
didn't talk much. Paul pulled me close and held me in his arms
and we took comfort in being close while each of us was lost in
our own thoughts.

After the crowd thinned out we separated and put on our
seatbelts. Paul headed home but I suggested that we stop at the
grocery store. We were going to have to feed two teenage boys and
I suppose we were going to need soft drinks for them.

We got home and put the groceries away. It was almost six before
I remembered that we were supposed to be naked. Paul and I rushed
upstairs and undressed quickly. Paul went back downstairs while I
went in and took a quick shower. 

When I stepped out of the bathroom Paul was just coming back into
our bedroom with Terrill and Jason. I was instantly embarrassed
all over again. The fact that they were just boys and that they
had complete authority over us was so humiliating. 

It turned out that I didn't know the half of it. As soon as they
got in the room Jason followed Paul into my closet. I turned to
Terrill and said, "Terrill, I owe you an apology for the things I
said to you when I yelled at you for being in my yard. I was very
rude and insensitive and I am truly sorry."

He smiled and walked around me. I have to assume that he had
never seen a woman without her clothes on before. As he moved
around behind me his hand came to rest on my ass. He worked his
way around in front of me again and his hands began to roughly
explore my breasts. He looked me right in the eye and said, "You
ain't half as sorry as you're going to be, bitch. Before he sent
us over here, dad told us what we could do and what we couldn't
do. There wasn't much we couldn't do. You are going to have a
long night and a hard day tomorrow."

He stepped closer and even though he was only fourteen he was
already taller than me. I was very intimidated. He held me with
each of my nipples between his thumb and his forefingers,
squeezing very hard. When I gasped in pain he suddenly spit right
in my face.

I looked at him in shock and started to reach up to wipe his
spittle from my face. He yelled, "Leave it there, bitch!"

I let my hands fall to my side and he spit in my face again. The
venomous look in his eyes was scary as hell. He spoke in a dead
calm voice that never the less made it clear what he thought of
me. He said, "A couple of weeks ago a white girl spit in my face
and called me a nigger. Do you know why? I beat her in a spelling
bee. Her parents thought it was cute."

I stood there with his spit dripping slowly down my face. There
was nothing I could say to that. I had never thought much about
race before. I knew what I knew, the things my parents and my
friends taught me about race. I had never had those beliefs
challenged before. I could see through the anger to the pain in
this boy's face and I found myself feeling very guilty, not just
because of what I had done and said, but because of what I had
thought.

Terrill finally released my nipples. With tears running down my
cheeks I repeated, "I'm sorry Terrill. I really am."

He snapped, "Master, bitch! You can call my brother and me
master. You and your faggot husband both."

Terrill began undressing just as Paul and Jason finally came back
out of my closet. I watched them curiously. Paul's face was
bright red as he crossed to my dresser and pulled out my panty
drawer. I watched in dismay as Jason handed Paul a pair of my
underwear and he put them on. Then he pulled on one of my
dresses. 

Jason was grinning evilly as he humiliated my husband. But he
glanced over at me from time to time and I knew that he was
primarily interested in humiliating Paul. He had more than that
in mind for me.

He ordered Paul to remove my dress and underwear and go in and
shave his legs. Paul looked like he was about to balk. But after
an awkwardly long hesitation he removed my dress, which was
uncomfortably tight on him, and my underwear and he walked
dejectedly into our bathroom.

While he was gone Jason turned to me. He asked me where my
stockings were. I told him which drawer they were in. He opened
the drawer which was almost empty now. His father had thrown away
all of my pantyhose last night. The only thing left was a couple
pairs of thigh highs. He pulled out a pair and put them with the
panties and then he came over to check me out. 

Terrill had just finished undressing and even though he was only
fourteen it was easy to see that he was Doyal's son. His cock was
long and hard and fat. It was nearly as large as his father's. I
was shocked when I saw it. 

He saw the expression on my face and grinned. He said, "Dad tells
me you take it down your throat. Let's see if you can. I want to
cum in your mouth though. I want you to taste it. I just need you
to suck me off so when I fuck you I can last a long time. 

Isn't he a sweetheart? Well, I guess after the names I called him
I should expect to be treated this way.

He sat on the side of the bed and I knelt at his feet. I spread
his legs apart and leaned down until my lips touched his
surprisingly large testicles. Terrill moaned loudly as I kissed
them gently and then started licking them. His cock was already
rock hard and throbbing and I had never seen so much lube running
down a cock before. He was obviously very excited.

I had spent quite a while kissing and then licking Terrill's
balls and his cock when I heard Paul come out of the bathroom
behind me. I heard Jason order him to put on my clothing again. I
tried not to think about that though. I had my own problems.
Terrill's cock was smaller than his father's, but not by very
much. I was struggling to take it into my throat as he had
demanded. 

I finally managed to force it past the entrance to my throat.
Terrill's hands reached out to hold me in place with my lips
stretched tight around the base of his cock. He called out to
Jason, "Holy shit man! Come over here and check this out!"

Jason came over and stood beside me and watched as I struggled to
breathe with that large cock in my throat. 

I heard him chuckle and then he said, "I don't think she's gonna
be calling you nigger again. Not for a while anyway. That looks
like it must hurt."

Terrill moaned and said, "It may hurt her, but fuck me! That
feels so fucking hot! They oughta teach girls how to do this in
school!"

He finally released his grip on my head and said, "Okay, bitch.
Finish it."

He leaned back on his elbows and watched as I began to move my
lips and tongue up and down his shaft, taking him into my throat
with each stroke. 

It wasn't long at all before he dropped back onto the bed and his
hips thrust up involuntarily for a few seconds before he cried
out and I felt him cumming. I pulled my lips back up until they
were just below the fat knob at the tip and used my hand to
finish him off so that his cum all went into my mouth as he had
ordered.

After he came I held his cock in my mouth until he sat up and
grinned down at me. He said, "We're going to be doing that a lot
from now on, bitch."

I had been aware that Jason was undressing behind me. He sat down
beside Terrill and said, "Okay, bitch. You don't have time to
rest. I want to try that out. It looks like a lot of fun."

I moved over and started all over again, licking and kissing his
balls. Terrill watched for a few minutes and then he got up and I
heard him and Paul leaving the room.

Jason's cock was slightly larger than his younger brother's. It
was nearly as large as Doyal's. I didn't know if large cocks ran
in the family or if the rumors that I had heard about black men
were actually true. 

It was easier this time. I had noticed before that once I got
started it was always easier taking a cock into my throat. Not
easy, certainly not pleasant. But it got easier.

Jason didn't last much longer than Terrill had. It seemed like
only a few minutes before he started shooting his cum into my
mouth. As soon as I tasted his cum on my tongue I drove my lips
down his shaft and let him cum down my throat. I much preferred
that to having to swallow the slimy, bitter stuff.

After he came I held his cock in my mouth. Unlike his brother,
his cock never got soft. As soon as Jason caught his breath he
pushed me away and stood up. He ordered me to lie on my bed and
as soon as I did he climbed up over me and began to stab at my
pussy with his still hard cock.

He was having a hard time finding the entrance to my pussy and
his misses were getting painful. I reached down and guided him to
my opening. I was disgusted with myself when I realized how wet I
was. But I was glad for the lubrication. That large cock would
have caused me a lot of pain if my pussy had been dry.

He drove his cock into me as soon as he felt the head of it
inside of me. From the very first stroke it was a violent, brutal
attack. I grunted in pain at ever stroke. I was sure that I would
be black and blue when he was finished. 

At first he rested his weight on his arms. But as the rape
continued he lowered himself on top of me and he began to kiss me
and lick my face like an animal. His weight was crushing me and I
was having trouble catching my breath. I couldn't complain
though. I could only lie there and wait for it to end. I hoped
that every time he fucked me wouldn't be like this. This was what
I had imagined that a rape must be like. It was very painful and
very degrading.

The only thing that I could be thankful for was that it was his
first time and he was very excited. Even though I had just sucked
his cock he came in less than ten minutes. It was a long damn ten
minutes though.

He collapsed on top of me after he came and I struggled to
breathe until he finally rolled over. He lay beside me on the bed
with his eyes closed and said, "Clean me, cunt. I hear you give
great tongue baths."

I turned over just as Terrill was coming back into the room. He
was leading Paul by a rope around his neck. His brother looked up
and Terrill said, "I couldn't find any chains or dog collars. I
guess we'll have to get some tomorrow."

Paul looked thoroughly degraded, thoroughly humbled. I hadn't
realized it before but both of the boys were larger than Paul.
They were bigger, stronger, heavier, taller, and equipped with
much larger cocks. Even if he wanted to fight them it was obvious
that he wouldn't stand a chance against them.

Terrill asked, "Well, how was it Jason? Is she a good fuck?"

Jason smiled and replied, "She may be a redneck cunt, but she
sucks cock like a pro. If every cunt I fuck for the rest of my
life feels that good then I'll die a happy man. But then, I don't
guess it has gotten much use with her being married to
cinder-feller there. The fucking wimp is hung like a bug. They
probably only do it once a month."

I was going to ignore them but Jason asked, "What about it,
bitch? How often does cinder-feller fuck your skanky ass?"

I didn't think it was any of his fucking business but I kept my
face as expressionless as possible and answered, "We make love
three or four times a week."

He couldn't leave it at that. He asked, "Do you suck his dick?"

I answered, "Yes master. I love to suck his dick. I love him and
I love having sex with him."

Terrill exclaimed, "Even with that tiny little dick of his?!"

I responded indignantly, "His dick is not tiny! He may not be as
large as you or your father, but it is certainly above average
and he is a very good, very considerate lover. He is also not a
faggot or a sissy."

Jason sneered, "I think she just hasn't had enough cock to
compare him with yet. We'll have to do something about that."

Terrill replied, "Not until I get my turn! Get back on the bed,
bitch. I want to see how good that nasty cunt feels around my
cock."

Jason said, "Hold on dude! She was just about to clean my cock
off. Then you can fuck her."

I looked down at his slimy cock. It was disgusting. But I was
getting used to this. Well, maybe not used to it. I was getting
to where I could do it without feeling sick to my stomach. 

I leaned down and took his soft cock into my mouth and sucked it
clean. I licked his balls clean and found a few drops of cooling
cum on his thigh. When he was satisfied he pushed me away roughly
and stood up. He moved out of the way and stood back to watch as
I climbed back up on the bed so that Terrill could have his
turn.

Jason stood at the side of the bed, holding Paul by the neck so
that he had to watch as well while a fourteen year old black boy
eagerly climbed up and straddled my stomach. Terrill rubbed his
large cock over my breasts and it quickly grew to full erection.
When his cock was hard he moved down and I reached down to guide
it into me. 

Unlike his brother he supported himself on his arms as he slowly
pistoned his cock into me. But it wasn't out of any concern for
my comfort. He stared down at me as he fucked me and I groaned in
dismay when he started drooling more of his spittle into my face.


Jason stood there watching, and forced Paul to watch as well, for
several minutes before he said, "Come on faggot. But don't worry.
You'll get to see a lot more of this before we leave here
tomorrow."

He led Paul away by the rope around his neck and Terrill
continued to fuck me and spit in my face for several more minutes
before he said, "Rub it into your face, bitch."

I reached up and rubbed his spittle and my tears into my skin as
he stared down at me with hate in his eyes. When I was done he
hissed, "At least now you have a reason to hate me, bitch."

I sobbed quietly and responded, "I said I was sorry. I am. I'm
trying to change. I was raised this way. I'm who I was raised to
be."

He was starting to approach orgasm but he was able to respond,
"You are who you want to be. I heard the hate in your voice when
you called me a nigger."

I could only respond, "I'm sorry."

He grunted as he thrust into me and then he said, "You're going
to be."

Then he lowered his weight onto me and finished up, fucking me
brutally until he filled me with another load of slimy cum.

He rolled off of me and I felt the cool air on my sweaty body as
I lay there catching my breath. I had gotten the same feeling of
being stretched, of being full, when the boys fucked me as I had
gotten when their father was raping me. But unlike with their
father I never once became aroused. I was curious about that. But
my curiosity was outweighed by my fear and my feeling of
degradation at having to serve as a sex slave to these two young
boys.

My thoughts were interrupted when Terrill said impatiently,
"Well...?"

I sat up and moved down and sucked his cock clean. Even when it
was soft his cock was larger than Paul's. I had to keep reminding
myself that this boy was only fourteen years old.

When he was satisfied Terrill pushed me away and said, "Go take a
shower, bitch. You stink. When you're done come downstairs."

He went out of the room and I went in and took another quick
shower. I dried off and dried my hair. I brushed my teeth to get
the nasty taste out of my mouth and then I went down and joined
them in the living room. 

When I walked in they had Paul posing for pictures in my dress.
They were laughing at him and calling him nasty names as he tried
to pose like a sexy woman. He looked furious and his face was
bright red. I didn't think that he was going to be able to take
much more of that kind of treatment. 

Apparently they were trying to push him over the edge. They kept
it up and tormented him far beyond what I would have thought was
his ability to resist the urge to fight back. I was tempted to
step in and ask them to leave him alone but I was afraid that
would just make it worse.

They finally tired of their sport and Jason brought a straight
chair out from the kitchen. They pushed him down into it roughly
and tied him to it securely using a very long rope. When they
were done the only thing that he could move was his head.

They sat down and ordered me to get them a drink. When I returned
I was forced to pose for more degrading pictures. At first I just
posed in humiliating poses, playing with my tits or holding my
pussy open. Or turning around and bending over and spreading my
ass open. Then they took turns posing with me and got pictures of
me sucking their cocks and eating their asses. Jason even got a
few pictures of his brother spitting in my mouth before they
moved on to pictures of them fucking me. 

At first it wasn't too bad. They took turns posing with their
cocks in my pussy. But Jason decided to break new ground. 

Terrill moved around and started taking pictures of my face while
his brother pulled his cock out of my pussy and started forcing
it into my ass. I was still a virgin there and it was very
painful. I cried out and begged him to stop.

The boys just laughed and Jason kept forcing more and more of his
cock into my ass. He wasn't gentle either. 

It took him a long time but he finally had the entire thing
buried in my ass and he left it in there for several minutes. It
wasn't so bad, as long as he didn't move. But after enjoying the
heat from my bowels for a few moments and extolling the virtues
of ass fucking to Terrill, he started to slowly pull his cock
back out. 

As soon as he started moving it the pain returned. I was crying
loudly and begging him to take it out but he just laughed at me.
This time he didn't just fuck me long enough to get a few
pictures. He kept pounding into me until he tensed up and shot
his hot cum into my ass. 

Towards the end the pain started to lessen. I don't know if my
body was adapting or if I was getting numb. He pulled out of me
slowly and then there were more pictures of me sucking his nasty
cock clean. Then they took pictures of my swollen, bruised ass
while I held the cheeks spread wide with my hands.

Once I had gotten Jason's cock clean he took over the camera and
Terrill took his turn with my abused ass. At least this time
there was the lubrication provided by Jason's cum. It seemed to
help a little.

I hoped that now that they had each fucked each of my orifices
they might be done for the night. I was sore and exhausted and
degraded beyond belief. The boys sent me up to take another
shower and when I got out of the shower I saw that it was after
nine. I thought that this awful night much surely be almost over.
This was worse than the night that their father had come over. 

I finally went back downstairs and joined them in the living
room. Jason pulled me into his lap and toyed with, or I should
say abused my body for a few minutes until the doorbell rang. 

He pushed me out of his lap and said, "Go get that, bitch. We're
expecting some friends."

I almost fell to the floor. Jason saw the look on my face and
just laughed. 

I fought back the tears and went to the front door. I grasped the
doorknob and took a deep breath. Then I turned it and opened the
door. I looked out to see half a dozen large black boys about
Jason's age. They were leering at me for a moment before they
pushed past me and went into the living room to greet Jason and
Terrill. 

I shut the door and leaned my forehead against it for a moment as
I listened to the excited conversation from the other room. Six
of them! I had already lost track of how many times I had had sex
today. I could have figured it out I suppose. But I didn't want
to know.

I was jarred back to the present by Jason yelling, "Get your
nasty ass in here. My friends are anxious to meet you."

I sighed deeply once more and turned and entered the living room.
As I entered the room I saw Jason take a movie camera out of a
gym bag and hand it to Terrill. He turned it on and pointed it at
me.

The six newcomers were all over me as soon as I entered the room.
This was nothing like when I had been made to have sex with my
five co-workers. This was not orderly. No one was waiting their
turn. 

I was pulled into a boy's arms and his hands were all over me
while he bent and kissed me roughly. At the same time I felt
hands from I don't know how many of the others, pinching,
squeezing, pulling and invading every orifice of my body.

I was constantly pushed and pulled from boy to boy and I was
starting to panic when Jason interrupted to suggest that the boys
undress and get on with the fucking and sucking.

The boys stood in a circle around me as they undressed. The first
one to pull his pants down, he didn't bother to undress, pushed
me to my hands and knees and took me from behind. 

The first boy to force his cock into my mouth had undressed
completely. The others finished undressing and pressed close,
their hands mauling me as the other two fucked me roughly.

I noticed that the first two had more normally sized sex organs.
In fact, they were smaller than Paul's. As they finished with me
and the others took their turns with me I found that only one had
a cock as large as Doyal's two boys. The other five were all of a
more reasonable dimension.

The fucking was rough and constant and seemed to last for a very
long time. As soon as one of them finished with me another took
his place instantly. 

I noticed that several times Paul had been forced to suck one of
their nasty cocks clean after one of the boys had fucked me. But
that didn't happen too often because whenever one of the boys
used Paul that way the others made fun of him and called him
names.

After they were all tired out and each had fucked me more times
than I could count I was ordered to take another shower. Terrill
followed me with the camera and he even recorded that.

When I came back downstairs they were sitting around looking at
the pictures the boys had taken earlier with their digital
camera. Jason had run a cord from the camera to our TV and they
were slowly looking at and commenting on the photographs.

Only one of the boys expressed an interest in trying out my ass
after seeing the pictures. Most of the others just wanted another
blowjob though. One of them wanted to fuck me in the missionary
position instead of doggy style the way he had the first time.
While they continued to look at the pictures I started on one
side of the room and worked my way around, sucking off six of
them. Then I got on my back in the middle of the floor and one of
the boys mounted me and fucked me violently. That seemed to be
the only way they did things. The last boy was the one that
wanted to fuck my ass. And of course it would be the one with the
largest cock!

He ordered me onto a large hassock and said, "I've never fucked a
bitch in the ass. I'm looking forward to this. But just because
I'm a nice guy I want you to scoop up some of the cum that's
dripping out of your cunt and stick it up your ass. Get it nice
and wet for me, bitch."

It was a humiliating thing to do but I was thankful for the
opportunity. The cum from earlier when Jason and Terrill had
fucked my ass was gone and I knew that it would be less painful
with that slime inside of me.

I scooped it up and began fucking myself in the ass with my
fingers, stopping frequently to scoop up more cum and force it
into my opening. While I was doing that the boy went over to Paul
and said, "Okay faggot. Get me nice and wet so I can fuck your
bitch."

I turned away. I didn't want to see it. I heard Paul grunting and
gagging for a moment and then the boy was behind me and staring
down at my sore asshole.

He ordered me to hold my cheeks apart and I felt the fat knob on
the end of his cock being forced inside of me. I held my breath
and tried to force myself to relax. I wasn't very successful.

Finally the knob popped inside of me and I screamed in pain once
more. The boys all laughed and urged him on. He didn't need the
encouragement. He was moaning in pleasure as he gripped my hips
and roughly forced his cock into my ass.

I was crying again and I pleaded with him to take it easy. He
laughed and said, "Being easy is your job, bitch. But you just
keep begging. I love the sound of it. It really turns me on to
fuck a pretty white girl and listen to the sound of her crying
and begging."

For the next ten or fifteen minutes, though it seemed more like
an hour, I concentrated on forcing myself to relax. I wasn't very
successful. But finally he swore loudly and gripped my hips
painfully and shot his spunk inside of my body.

He stayed there with his softening cock inside of me for a long
time before he finally slid out of me and struggled to his feet.
The boys ignored me then as he walked over and forced his nasty
cock back between Paul's lips. He roughly cleaned himself off in
my husband's mouth while the other boys kidded him about liking
boys.

I remained kneeling with my head on my arms, crying softly and
feeling very sorry for both my husband and myself. I was so
wrapped up in my own suffering that I almost didn't hear one of
the boys say, "We better get ready. It's almost time."

I hoped that meant that they were leaving. But something about
the way that he said it made me nervous.

The boys all got dressed and when they were ready one of them
pointed to Paul and asked, "What about him?"

Jason said, "Fuck him. Leave him there. We can show him the movie
when we get back."

Then everyone headed for the door. Jason grabbed my arm and
pulled me roughly to my feet. He turned me to face him and in a
threatening voice he said, "We are going for a little ride now,
bitch. You do everything you are told and everything will be
cool. If you give me a hard time..."

He paused and held out his hand. The boy holding Jason's gym bag
reached into it and handed something to Jason. He held it up and
asked, "Do you know what this is?"

I shook my head.

He smiled and touched a button on the metal and plastic wand and
I heard a sound like a bug zapper. He chuckled and said, "It's a
cattle prod, bitch. Since you have done such a piss poor job of
calling me and my friends master this evening I'm going to give
you a little taste of it."

He touched the tip of it to the side of my breast and I didn't
hear the sound. All of my senses stopped working when he pushed
the button. I was only conscious of the most incredible pain I
had ever experienced in my life.

I opened my mouth to scream but no sound came out. I couldn't
even fight to get away. My muscles were no longer mine to
control. My legs went slack and I fell to the floor in a helpless
heap.

It only lasted for a second. But I knew in that second that I
would do anything to avoid having that thing ever touch me
again.

Jason and another boy reached down and pulled me roughly to my
feet. He grinned even wider, plainly enjoying my suffering. When
he saw that I was more or less functioning again he said, "If you
give me a hard time tonight, if you fail to obey an order or if
you say or do anything to piss me off then I am going to stick
this thing up your cunt and hold the button down until the
batteries go dead. Do we have an understanding?"

I quickly responded, "Yes master!"

I was so afraid that I didn't even object when they dragged me
out through the front door in the nude.

There was a large van parked in our driveway. It was very late
and it was very dark but I could see that it was a beat up old
work van. Most of the kids piled into the back and I was shoved
in after them. The kid who had fucked my ass got in the driver's
seat and Jason got in the passenger seat. The rest of us were
spread out on a mattress in the back.

I didn't know where we were going and I was scared, very scared.
But I kept my mouth shut. I was even more afraid of that cattle
prod than I was of going somewhere in the nude with this truck
full of young rapists.

The boys groped me roughly and kept me distracted so that I had
no idea where we were going. Several times my face was pulled
down into someone's lap and I was forced to suck on a soft cock.
Each time the cock grew to full erection but only one of the boys
achieved orgasm again. And all the while the rough groping
continued.

The van finally came to a stop and the door was thrown open. I
hadn't the slightest idea how long we had been on the road. I
looked around after they pulled me out of the van. We were parked
in front of a large warehouse. I think we were near the docks.

There were a lot of cars in the parking lot but there didn't seem
to be anything open around here. I was getting a real bad feeling
about this.

We went to the warehouse door and one of the kids knocked. The
door opened slightly and someone looked out. A gruff voice said,
"Get the hell out of here, kid."

The door started to close but Jason called out, "Hey man, we got
the bitch!"

The door opened and a large black man stepped out. He gave the
kids a quick glance and then he looked at me. He stepped closer
and walked around me slowly. When he was back in front of me he
asked, "What's your name, bitch?"

I answered nervously, "Jolie Fuller, sir."

He looked down at a piece of paper in his hand as if to make sure
the information matched.

He reached out and pinched my nipple and asked, "How old are you,
bitch?"

I cringed in pain but I managed to say, "I'm twenty-three, sir."

He smiled and asked, "Why are you here?"

I didn't know! I finally said, "Because my master brought me
here, sir."

He looked at Jason who was holding me firmly by the upper arm and
asked, "You are the master I assume?"

Jason grinned and nodded.

The man asked, "Is the bitch going to be a problem?"

Jason looked at me and asked, "You aren't going to be a problem
are you, cunt?"

I was terrified and my heart was beating a mile a minute. But I
shook my head quickly and responded, "No master! I swear it!"

The man said, "Wait here."

He went back inside and came out five minutes later with another
black man. The new man was huge. Not muscular, fat! He looked
like he weighed at least four hundred pounds.

The two men looked me over and the fat man said, "She looks hot
alright. But she's a fucking mess! Couldn't you have at least
cleaned her up first?"

The kid who had been driving the van replied, "We figured it
would be a good idea to bring her with some cum in her, kind of
get things started."

The fat man grinned at him and said, "Yeah, I guess you're right.
Okay. Who gets the money?"

Jason held out his hand and the fat man pulled a huge wad of cash
out of his hand and peeled off some bills. I didn't see the
denominations.

Jason tapped the back of my leg with the cattle prod. He put his
lips by my ear and in a threatening voice he said, "You are going
to hate this, bitch. But if you fuck up, if you refuse to do what
you are told, if you struggle, you know what is going to happen
to you. I was not fucking around. I will do it. I hate you that
much."

His voice would have convinced me if I hadn't already been aware
of it.

Jason pushed me over to the fat man and said, "You go with him
and you do what he tells you to do."

I whispered, "Yes master," as the fat man pulled me inside. 

I assume that the boys followed but what I saw when the door
opened and I was pulled inside got my full attention. There was a
large, open room with a small stage in the center that was about
shoulder high. But that wasn't the scary part. Not yet anyway.
What was so terrifying was that there was a sea of black faces,
all turned to look at me as I was pulled naked into the
warehouse. 

A cheer went up as I was pulled through the room. There were
hundreds of men surrounding the stage. The fat man pulled me
slowly through the crowd and I was groped by every man I passed.
I prayed that they were not going to make me have sex with all
these men. I knew that I couldn't survive that. No woman could
survive being raped by hundreds of men.

The fat man pulled me up on stage and walked me around the edge
so that everyone got a good look at me. After several minutes of
crude comments from the large audience the fat man held his hand
up and gradually the men quieted down. When the room was quiet he
held up a piece of paper and said, "Gentlemen, the star of our
show tonight is Jolie Fuller. She is a twenty-three year old
married lady from here in town. Just to make things a little more
interesting, she has never done this before and she has no idea
why she is here."

There was a roar of raucous laughter from all around me and the
fat man let it die down before he asked, "Are you gentlemen
ready?"

A loud cheer went up from the crowd and the fat man turned to me.
He pulled me close and said, "I know you ain't ready, bitch. But
trust me. You are going to do this one way or the other. You are
going to hate it. But you are going to do it. We can do it hard
or easy, it's up to you. The first time you give me a hard time
when you are told what to do I'll make your life not worth
living. Do you have any questions?"

I whispered, "What is going to happen to me?"

He grinned and said, "You are going to put on a sex show for a
few of my perverted friends, sweetheart. That's all."

The fat man turned loose of my arm and said, "Don't move. I'm
going off stage now. Someone else is going to come up here as
soon as I'm gone and you are going to obey every order he gives
you. You are going to obey, aren't you Jolie Fuller?"

I was terrified. I knew that whatever they had in store for me it
was going to be terrible. It was probably going to be the worst
thing that has ever happened to me. I figured that if this many
perverts were paying to see it then it had to be bad. But I also
knew that the consequences of disobeying would ruin me. I still
felt the tingle in my chest from that cattle prod. I didn't doubt
for a second that Jason would put that thing inside of me and
turn it on until the battery was dead. And I knew that would kill
me.

I couldn't look the fat man in the face. I just nodded my head
and stood there as he walked away. I could feel the eyes of those
hundreds of men on my naked body. I could hear some of the louder
discussions from some of the men nearer the stage about my tits
or my pussy or my ass. A few of the men were surprised that a
woman as pretty as me was going to do whatever it was I was about
to do. I didn't understand that. I think the fat man had made it
quite clear that I was not here of my own free will.

I heard a noise from the direction of the stairs leading up onto
the stage. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and I
turned my head to see a large, mean looking man pulling a large,
nervous German shepherd up onto the stage.

I stared in shock as the reason that I was here was finally made
clear. I was going to put on a show with a dog! 

I shook my head and whined wordlessly as the man neared me. He
gave me a stern look and said, "Don't shake your head at me,
bitch. They told me you was gonna cooperate. Am I gonna have a
problem with you?"

I stared into his cruel eyes. I couldn't even speak. I stopped
shaking my head but I felt the blood rushing through my veins and
I could hear my heart beating in terror. My knees were getting
weak and I was certain that I was about to collapse.

He waited for me to answer him but I couldn't. I couldn't make a
sound. He got impatient and said, "Get down on your knees you
dumb cunt. Let's get this show started."

I dropped to my knees, almost out of necessity. I was about to
fall to my knees from fright.

He ordered me to be still and he guided his dog over to me. I
shuddered and fought the sudden urge to vomit as the dog began to
lick my face excitedly.

The man said, "This is your new boyfriend, bitch. Kiss him back.
Don't make him do all the fucking work!"

I had tears running down my cheeks as I pursed my lips and tried
to plant a small kiss on the dog's face. 

The dog's handler said, "Not like that you stupid bitch! Dogs
don't kiss with their lips! Open your fucking mouth and stick out
your tongue!"

I almost forgot about the cattle prod. I almost ran screaming
from that stage. But just as I was about to do just that I heard
that horrible buzzing sound. I looked down and saw the boys that
brought me here right up front. Jason had the cattle prod resting
right on the edge of the stage.

I was glad now that the only thing I had in my stomach was cum. I
was sure that I was going to vomit. I opened my mouth and stuck
out my tongue. The dog began to lick my tongue but then forced is
tongue right into my mouth and explored it hungrily. 

He was prancing around and whining and it was obvious that he was
getting excited and that he knew what was going to happen up
here. He had done this before.

I stayed there on my knees and allowed the dog to fill my mouth
with his drooling tongue until the handler pulled him back and
guided his tongue down over my tits and then down my stomach to
my pussy. 

There was still a lot of residue there from the rapes I had been
subjected to before we left the house. The smell of the semen on
my mound and my thighs excited the dog even more. His tongue went
crazy, covering my entire vulva at times and then trying
desperately to invade my body.

I expected to be placed on my hands and knees and put into
position so that this beast could fuck me. I was horrified by the
very idea but I wanted to get this over with so I could go home
and stand under a hot shower for hours. I needed to get this over
before I went mad.

I was unprepared for what actually did happen next. The dog was
ordered to sit, then to lie down and roll over. After he
reluctantly obeyed he was ordered to stay. I saw the tip of his
pink cock protruding from the hairy sheath hanging down from his
belly and I felt sick all over again. 

But it got worse. The handler growled, "Bend down and kiss that
dick, cunt."

I gaped up at him and saw that he was, indeed, serious. I heard
that faint sound from the cattle prod off to my side. I took a
deep breath and fighting to keep from vomiting and fighting to
keep from passing out I lowered my face to that inch of pink dog
flesh and touched my lips to it.

The handler said, "Stupid bitch! What did I just tell you? Dogs
don't kiss with their lips! Don't fucking piss me off, god damn
it!"

I stuck out my tongue and began to lick the disgusting flesh
before my face. I heard a loud sound go up from the audience but
I couldn't really tell what it indicated. I was trying to forget
about them anyway.

I licked the head of the dog's cock and it quickly started
growing and extending from the sheath. As more of it came out I
began to lick the entire length of exposed cock which was now
almost as long as my husband's cock and somewhat fatter.

I saw the animal's cock throb and something squirted out of the
end. I knew nothing about a dog's sex life. I assumed that he was
cumming already. Great! Let's get this over with!

The handler said, "Okay bitch, you don't want to waste that lube.
Start sucking now. And you can use your hand on him now too. Suck
him off just like you would with a man. But you are going to have
to swallow a lot more. Dogs are pretty messy fucks."

I put my lips around the dog's cock and started sucking. The dog
whined excitedly and his cock throbbed, shooting a thin stream of
liquid into my mouth. I gagged, but I managed to swallow and keep
sucking. It went on and on like that. I sucked him as well as I
could and my hand was massaging his still growing cock as quickly
as I could move it. 

I noticed the knot beginning to form at the base of his cock. It
grew quickly and the animal's hindquarters were twitching as if
he were trying to fuck my mouth with his cock. I thought that
this must be as bad as things could get. I was wrong. Once that
knot had grown to nearly the size of a baseball the dog's
hindquarters stopped twitching and his entire body started
shivering as if he were cold or scared. But that was when the
fluid that was shooting out of his cock began to change. 

It was no longer a thin stream and it was no longer almost devoid
of taste. Suddenly it was a strong stream of huge spurts of thick
cum and it tasted nearly as bitter as a man's cum. There was just
so much more of it!

I swallowed and swallowed for at least ten minutes. I was sure
that I was going to vomit now. The only thing that stopped me was
that noise that Jason made from time to time with the cattle
prod. It always caused me to steady my nerves and steel myself
for what I had to do. But it was a constant fight with my nervous
stomach.

Finally the volume of cum spurting into my mouth began to wane
and the dog seemed to begin to relax. I noticed the knot going
down and then it was over. The dog started getting antsy and the
handler said, "Okay bitch, sit up."

I straightened my tired back and sat up straight. The dog
scrambled to his feet and the handler led him to the stairs.

"Thank god!" I thought. "It's over!"

But it wasn't.

The handler handed the leash to someone in the crowd and there
was an exchange. He came back on stage leading a huge Great
Dane.

I glanced at Jason. He was twirling the prod in his hands and
smiling evilly. The look on his face assured me that he would
really love it if I balked.

I turned my attention back to the handler and the new dog. This
dog, too, knew what I was there for. His feet were dancing loudly
on the wooden stage and his cock was already starting to emerge
from its sheath.

I stared at him in terror as he approached. The beast was huge!
He must have outweighed me by at least fifty pounds. When he was
close enough the handler forced him to sit in front of me. Then
the handler smiled and said, "Don't worry, bitch. This time you
get to enjoy it. You get to fuck this one. Give him a big kiss
and then lie down and let him kiss your pussy for a few
minutes."

I looked at that huge slobbering dog's face and once more I
almost vomited. I felt the bile rising in my throat but I managed
to choke it down. I placed my hands on the sides of the dog's
huge head and steadied it. Then I leaned forward and stuck my
tongue in his mouth. He pulled his head away and his huge tongue
covered my face as he lapped me excitedly. I totally lost control
of him and all I could do was hold my tongue out and let him have
his way with me.

The handler was satisfied that I had degraded myself sufficiently
and he said, "Okay, cunt, lie down and spread your legs. Let
Bruno get a taste of the cunt he's gonna fuck."

I sat down in place and then stretched out on my back and spread
my legs. The audience was making more rude sounds as the dog
dipped his head down and his huge tongue lapped at my pussy. As
soon as his head was between my thighs he stood up and started
prancing around excitedly. I tried not to hear the obscene
comments from the crowd and I stared up at the dark space above
me. I couldn't see the ceiling. It was too dark and too high.
This room was as big as an airplane hangar.

I took no pleasure from that warm, wet, unbelievably large tongue
lapping at my pussy. I felt only fear and disgust. I lay there
until the handler said, "Alright, bitch. It's time to return the
favor. Get up and suck on Bruno's cock for a minute and then you
can turn around and let your new boyfriend make love to you."

The handler pulled up on the dog's collar and I sat up. I looked
down between his legs and I couldn't believe it. His fucking cock
was huge! It was bigger than Doyal's!

I swear, that thing was a good ten inches long and it looked like
it was four inches around at least. I looked up at the handler in
shock and he was just smiling like crazy. He saw my look of shock
and said, "Yeah, old Bruno is pretty popular with the ladies.
They like that big cock of his."

I stared at his cock for a little too long I guess. I heard the
buzz of Jason's new toy and it brought me out of my trance. I got
to my knees and reached under the dog. I wrapped my hand around
his cock and held it in place, and then I leaned down and wrapped
my lips around the tip. 

I noticed that the knot hadn't started to grow yet and I realized
that as big as his cock was it was going to get larger once he
started to fuck me. I was truly terrified now. 

I started sucking his huge cock and not long after I started the
lubrication started spraying out of the tip of his cock. I
swallowed several times and took as much of his cock as I could
into my mouth. 

The dog started to become uncontrollable. He tried to pull away
from me just as another spurt of lube sprayed out and covered my
face. The handler smiled and said, "I think Bruno is ready for
you, bitch. Turn around."

I turned my back to the dog and got on my hands and knees. He
lapped at my pussy and my ass for a moment but then he moved over
me with an obvious urgency and I felt the head of his cock
stabbing blindly at me. It was very painful. He was a huge,
strong beast and he was nearly out of control.

I tried adjusting my position so that his cock would be better
able to find the entrance to my pussy. I was terrified that his
enormous organ would find the wrong hole. I just knew that if he
tried to force that thing into my ass it would tear something. I
was afraid it was going to tear my pussy!

Even after I tilted my pelvis down for him he was still having
trouble hitting the hole. His cock was squirting that hot, slimy
lubricant on my thighs and my stomach and some of it was even
reaching my face. I finally stuck my arm out and grabbed his cock
and guided it to my pussy. 

He never missed a beat. He buried that massive cock in me in one
violent, brutal, breathtakingly painful stroke. I screamed as his
cock entered me but he didn't even notice. I suppose he was used
to it.

I suddenly had at least ten fat inches of dog cock in my pussy,
but not for long. As soon as he entered me he immediately began
fucking me faster and more violently than I could have imagined
possible. The pain was unbearable but I was trapped. He had moved
up over me and his forelegs held me tight. But of course, I
didn't dare try to avoid him. Jason was right there watching my
every move.

The huge beast was fucking me with incredible violence and I was
having trouble just catching my breath. I kept telling myself
that it would all be over soon and that I would survive. But then
I felt something that made me question that. I felt his knot
growing and battering at the entrance to my pussy. I was even
more horrified now. This dog was nearly twice as large as the
other one. His cock was nearly twice as large. How much bigger
would that knot be?!

I looked up at the handler, pleading for his help with my eyes.
He just smiled down at me and it was obvious how much he was
enjoying the show. He had a huge hard on!

The pain was getting worse as his dog battered me. I was crying
hard and each time he slammed his cock into me I cried out. But
then it happened. That huge knot suddenly forced its way into my
pussy and I screamed so loud the audience got quiet for a moment.


The dog pulled back and I screamed again as the knot was pulled
out of me. Then he made one final thrust and slammed that knot
into me again. I screamed and nearly passed out. But now he was
still. 

I remained under him on my hands and knees and I was panting like
a dog from the unbearable pain. The dog's knot felt as big as a
softball. I didn't know how large it was, but it was bigger than
anything that had ever been in me before. I knelt under that
beast and prayed that he hadn't torn me. 

At first I was only aware of the pain. But then I became aware of
something else. I felt my belly filling up with his hot cum. It
felt like he was pissing inside of me. There was so much of it
and it was so hot. And it was so very degrading. I knew that I
would never be the same again.

I wanted to let my head rest on my arms and wait for this horror
show to end. I couldn't though. The dog's strong forelegs held me
in position as he dumped his sperm inside of me. I could only
stare at the floor of the stage and cry hopelessly.

My insides filled up with his cum and I felt it seeping out
around his knot and running down my thighs. It was nasty but it
relieved the pressure. There was so much of it that it started to
become very uncomfortable inside of me.

I don't know how much more time passed but eventually I felt his
grip on my torso relax and I sensed that he was finished and
ready for this mating to end. After a few minutes he tried
pulling free of me but that knot was still trapped inside of me.
I cried out in pain each time he tried to pull out and each time
he would stop moving for a moment.

His attempts to break free became more frequent and when he still
couldn't pull out of me he stepped over me and stood with his
butt to mine, his cock still firmly embedded in my pussy.

The handler decided to amuse the audience I guess. He led the dog
around the stage, dragging me along backwards by the dog's cock
in my pussy as they went, until finally the knot shrunk enough
and he was able to pull free. The men in the audience thought
that was hilarious.

His knot pulled out of me with a loud, wet, disgusting noise and
I collapsed on the stage. The handler led the dog away and then I
was alone on stage, lying in a heap with dog cum streaming out of
my tortured pussy. 

The fat man came up on stage and announced, "Gentlemen, that
concludes this evening's entertainment. Please check our web site
for the release date of the movie and the schedule for our next
show."

I remained in a heap on the stage as hundreds of men filed out of
the building. When everyone but the boys had left, the man who
had answered the door came up on stage and pulled me roughly to
my feet. I was dragged over to a desk in the corner. The fat man
was sitting on the desk with his pants around his ankles. He
smiled at me and said, "You are almost done for the night, bitch.
Suck my cock. Make me think you love me."

I was nearly unconscious but Jason touched that cattle prod to my
breast and I was immediately alert again. I moved closer and
leaned down in the fat man's huge lap. His enormous belly hung
over his average size cock and I had to fight to get my mouth
close enough to take his cock in my mouth. Once I had my lips
around it I didn't have the ability to move my head. I had to get
him off with my lips and my tongue and my hand. 

It took a very long time. 

He finally shot a small, bitter stream of liquid into my mouth
and pushed me away. I still wasn't done. I still had to suck off
the doorman. His body was in better condition than the fat man.
But his cock was soft and it took me a long time to get him hard.
Once he was hard I started taking his cock into my throat and in
about fifteen minutes he filled my mouth with another load of
cum.

And then there was the dog handler. He was a large man and he was
cruel and violent. He hurt me so bad when he fucked my throat
that it almost took my mind off of what had just happened to me
on that stage.

When the handler finished with me the fat man said, "Okay, boys.
Remember what I told you. Here is a copy of the uncut disk. If it
gets out someone dies. If you think I'm joking then I suggest you
ask around. Remember my offer Jason. I'd like to use the bitch
again out at the barn. Now you kids clear out."

They pulled me outside and dragged me towards the van. One of
them opened the side door but the driver said, "Hold on man. I
don't want that skuzzy whore in my truck like that. Find
something to clean the bitch up."

One of them finally found some smelly rags near a dumpster and I
sopped up the streams of dog cum that ran all the way down to my
feet. The insides of my legs were covered with it.

I cleaned it up as well as I could and they finally let me into
the van. I wasn't surprised that no one bothered me on the way
home.

The other kids stayed in the van. Jason and Terrill got out and
roughly pulled me out after them. The van drove away as they
pulled me toward my house. I didn't even look around to see if
any of my neighbors noticed me outside in the nude. 

They pulled me along roughly to the front door. Once inside the
first thing that I saw was Paul, still tied to that chair with
tears staining his cheeks.

Jason told Terrill to untie Paul and I was sent up to take
another shower. I glanced at the clock as I went past the living
room. It was only a little before one in the morning. This had
been the longest night of my life. I was sure that it was after
three.

I staggered up the stairs and took a long, hot shower. I stood
under the water as hot as I could stand it and I cried like a
baby. I was beyond despair now and it may be too late but I knew
one thing. I could not do this again. If the only alternative was
that Paul and I lost everything and my parents lost their house
then that was just going to have to be the way things turned out.
I was clinging to the last trace of my sanity right now. I
doubted if my marriage could survive this night. Not once those
animals showed Paul that movie. If I was going to lose everything
anyway then I might as well end this game now.

I finally got out of the shower and dried off. I went downstairs
just in time to hear Doyal yelling at Jason and Terrill for
leaving the house and getting back so late. They were just
standing there with their heads down and letting Doyal go off on
them. 

He kept asking them where they had gone and they kept shrugging
and saying, "Just out, dad."

He turned to me and asked, "Where did they go, Jolie?"

I didn't see Paul and I asked, "Where is my husband?"

Doyal looked impatient with me for answering his question with a
question but he replied, "I sent him upstairs to take a shower in
the guest bathroom. He was a mess."

I nodded and said, "Jason has a disk that will explain where we
went."

Jason gave me a threatening look but he didn't say anything.

Doyal asked, "Where is it, Jason?"

I interjected, "I believe that it's in that gym back with the
cattle prod he used on me earlier."

Doyal looked at me in disbelief and picked up the gym back
sitting on the coffee table. He reached in and pulled out the
cattle prod. He looked at it and then he pressed the trigger and
saw the sparks fly out of the end. He looked at Jason
incredulously. He asked in a voice that was dead calm, quiet, but
seething with fury, "You used this on her?"

Jason didn't look up. He didn't answer. He just shrugged.

Doyal stared at him for a moment as if he could not believe what
he had just heard. Then he reached in and pulled out the disk. He
handed it to me and said, "Put it on."

I put the disk in the DVD player and turned the TV on. I pushed
play and went into the kitchen to make myself a stiff drink. I
didn't care what they thought. I needed a drink.

I came back out a few minutes later and saw Doyal staring at the
TV in disgust. I looked to see that he had put it on fast
forward. I was already sucking on the German shepherd's cock as
the blurry images flew across the screen. 

It was a few minutes before we got to the part where the Great
Dane fucked me. As soon as that part started Doyal stopped the
disk and ejected it. He broke the disk in half and threw it at
Jason violently. 

He turned to look at Terrill for a moment and then in a low voice
he said, "You two disgust me. I have never been so ashamed in my
entire life. Look at me Jason!"

Jason looked up and he looked like I had when I had been on that
stage earlier.

Doyal asked, "Why? Why did you do this? How could you do this?!"

I went over and reached into his front pocket and pulled out the
cash that the fat man had given him. I handed it to Doyal and
then I went into the kitchen to make myself another drink.

I heard Doyal explode. "You little son of a bitch! You took five
hundred dollars to...I can't even say it."

He stared at them for a moment and then he said, "Go back to the
house and pack your things. I'm taking you to your mother's. I
can't stand to look at you."

The boys hurried for the door and Doyal turned to me and said,
"Jolie, I'm sorry. I will admit that I wanted to humiliate you. I
wanted to hurt you. I thought that both of you had it coming. But
not like this. I am so ashamed. Please forgive me. I won't ask
that you forgive them. What they did was inexcusable. But I
promise that I'll make this up to you somehow."

I think I surprised both of us when I said, "Don't be too hard on
them. As strange as it seems I think that Paul and I both learned
a lesson in the last few days. I was starting to feel guilty
before this evening. But I saw the pain in your son's eyes today
and I saw the results of my actions for the first time. I may
never be able to get over what happened to me tonight. And I pray
that Paul never finds out. But I don't think that your boys are
totally to blame. They were getting payback for a lot of pain in
their lives that they received at the hands of people like me. I
don't know if we can get our lives back on track. I hope that we
can. I wouldn't want to repeat the lesson I learned today. But
I'm glad that something finally got through to me. Please tell
the boys that I really am sorry for the way I treated them and
the things that I said. I'm sorry for the pain I caused them. I'm
sorry for the pain that people like me have caused them, and will
no doubt continue to cause them. I swear to you, I am a changed
person."

Doyal looked so sad. He said, "I would never have thought my boys
were capable of what they did tonight. I'm sorry. I'll make sure
that things get back to normal at work. You have my word. I can't
undo what I have done, but I'll make sure that your jobs are safe
and your future intact. I have to go. I need to take them to
their mother's house."

I stopped him and said, "May I call you Doyal?"

I would almost swear that he blushed. He nodded and I said,
"Doyal, keep them with you tonight. Talk to them when you calm
down. And I'd like it if the three of you came to lunch tomorrow.
We'll have a cook out by the pool."

He looked at me like I was crazy. Then he shook his head and
said, "Are you serious? After that they did to you?!"

I shrugged and replied, "A lot of people got hurt. But I started
it. Maybe everyone can learn from what happened. I certainly
have."

He looked unsure but he said, "You might want to talk it over
with Paul first."

Paul spoke up then. He had been sitting at the foot of the stairs
listening. He said, "I cook a pretty mean steak Doyal. I don't
guess you need to bring your suits. After all that's happened I
don't see why we can't make it clothing optional."

Paul looked at me and I smiled. I said, "I have no secrets now."

Doyal looked back and forth between us and once more he said,
"I'm so sorry."

He turned to leave and I said, "Come over around eleven and we'll
get acquainted while the kids use the pool."

He nodded and left and I went over and sat beside Paul on the
stairs. We were quiet for a few moments before he said, "We have
changed, haven't we? I would have thought that we would have the
opposite reaction to the things that happened. I guess being on
the other end of the food chain puts things in perspective."

I replied, "Paul, I saw the pain in Terrill's eyes this evening.
Pain that was caused by people like us. I felt so guilty. We have
a lot to feel bad about."

We were quiet again for a few minutes and then I said, "I wonder
what it will be like working with the guys now?"

Paul grinned and looked embarrassed. He said, "It's too bad it
all has to end. I am embarrassed to admit it, but some of it
turned me on."

I blushed and admitted, "Yeah, me too. Maybe it could just be
toned down a little."

I didn't want to talk about what happened after they took me out
of here tonight. But I felt dirty and I felt guilty and I thought
that it would be best to clear the air. Besides, I could use a
little sympathy. I took Paul's hands in mine and turned to look
him straight in the eye. I said, "Paul, I have to tell you what
happened tonight. You may not want to be with me once you know."

He pulled his hands away from me and put his arms around me and
held me close. He whispered, "I know. When you went up to take a
shower Jason told me what they did. Are you alright?"

I was crying again. I wasn't sure if it was because of what
happened or because of how well Paul was taking it.

I answered, "I'm sore. But I seem to be alright, except for the
memories. I expect to be having nightmares for a while."

He kissed me and hugged me tighter and said, "We both saw some
terrible things in the last few days. But I think we are going to
make it. You are still the hottest broad I know and I still adore
you."

I giggled through my tears and said, "You know damn well us cunts
don't like to be called broads now!"

He kissed me and said, "You better watch your fucking mouth.
Jason forgot his cattle prod. I'd hate to have to use it on
you."

I shivered uncontrollably. That cattle prod was going in the
trash as soon as he turned me loose!

We were both mentally and physically exhausted and we finally
went up and went to bed. But as tired as we were there were still
a lot of things to talk about. 

Paul said, "I guess you had a pretty hard night tonight. Are you
okay?"

I responded, "My worst nightmares came to life tonight. But I'll
get over it. My body is sore but apparently undamaged. Are you
sure that you can live with what you know about me now?"

I was nestled against him with his arm around me and my head
resting on his shoulder. He squeezed me and said, "You saw me
suck a cock. How do you feel about that?"

I kissed his chest and said, "I felt so sorry for you. I know how
hard that was for you."

He answered, "That's how I feel about you. I am only concerned
that now that this is just about over will we be able to return
to normal."

After a pause I said, "But not like we used to be, right? I look
around me and I see all kinds of people being friends and getting
along and treating each other with respect. It's like we were
dinosaurs, like we didn't evolve like everyone else. I feel so
guilty about some of the things I have said, and some of the
things I have thought. What happened to us was terrible, but we
learned what it's like to be on the other side of the coin. It
isn't very nice."

Paul was quiet for a few moments and then he said, "I am
surprised at something else I learned too. When you were nearly
naked at work, when Karl and the others were having sex with
you...I felt very guilty about it, but I got so aroused. Does
that upset you?"

I chuckled and said, "I can't really explain it. But my pussy has
been wet every time someone put their finger in it lately. I
liked being a sex slave. I was surprised to learn that about
myself. I'm glad you aren't upset."

Paul asked, "So we aren't going to put a stop to it?"

I shivered in excitement at the idea of the fun and games
continuing. I said, "We need to make sure that it doesn't get out
of hand. But I loved it that they were always looking at me and
touching me. The thing that I worried most about was that you
would be upset."

He laughed quietly and said, "Aren't we a pair!"

The next morning my body was recovered enough that I was able to
wake Paul up with a nice blowjob. Then we took a nice hot shower
and went down and had coffee in the nude. We had discovered that
we liked not wearing clothes around the house.

After we read the paper and finished our coffee I started making
potato salad while Paul went to the store to buy five steaks for
our cookout this afternoon.

Doyal and his two boys came over at eleven. They seemed surprised
when I answered the door in the nude. The boys were both
embarrassed. Not by my nudity but about what they did last night.
I took them aside and we sat in the kitchen and had a talk while
Doyal and Paul went out to the pool.

Before I could speak, Jason said, "We are both sorry about last
night. I know we got carried away. I could make all kinds of
excuses. But the truth is that there is no excuse for what we,
for what I did last night and I really am sorry Mrs. Fuller."

I smiled and said, "Please Jason, call me Jolie. And I am not mad
about last night. It wasn't entirely your fault. My husband and I
and your father created a situation and you got thrown into the
middle of it. Maybe we all learned a lesson about hate last
night. It was a life changing experience for Paul and me. And we
feel bad too. We feel bad for the things that we did, the things
that we said, the things that we thought for so long. I feel bad
for the pain that I saw in your eyes, Terrill."

"We've all made mistakes. I think we have all learned from them.
How about if we just start over? Do you want to try that?"

Both boys nodded, though they still looked uncomfortable.

I got up and went over to Jason and took his face and gave him a
nice kiss. Or at least it started out as a nice kiss. I'm not
even sure now who initiated the change. But soon his tongue was
in my mouth and his hand was resting against my naked pussy and I
had my arms around his neck.

I broke the kiss and stood up, gasping for breath. I smiled down
at him and said, "I think we are going to get along just fine
now!"

He smiled and I turned to kiss Terrill. This time it started
right out as a passionate kiss. His hands were much more gentle
than they had been last night, and this time there was no
spitting.

When I finally straightened up I looked down at the two
uncomfortable looking bulges that I was responsible for and said,
"You boys can't go out there like that."

I took their hands and led them upstairs. I helped them off with
their trunks and got on my bed on my hands and knees. I turned
and smiled at them and said, "Gentlemen, start your engines."

The boys looked at each other and climbed on the bed and in
moments I had a large cock in my mouth and another in my pussy.
I'm not sure what the difference was this time. But this time it
was definitely pleasurable. I came twice before Jason came in my
pussy. He was nice enough to leave his cock inside me until I
finished sucking his brother off. 

After I swallowed Terrill's cum I turned around and sucked
Jason's cock clean and then we went into the bathroom and they
watched me clean myself. When I was done and we were on our way
downstairs, Jason said, "I can't believe that you can forgive me
for what I did last night, Jolie. Dad had a long talk with us
last night. But he didn't need to. I saw the look on his face
when he found out what I had done. I saw how disappointed he was.
That really made me think about what I had done. I guess I just
got carried away. I really am sorry. I can't stop thinking about
what I did to you and I feel so bad."

At the foot of the stairs I took him in my arms and said, "It's
okay Jason. We both learned some important lessons. They were
hard lessons and it hurt to learn them. Maybe that's what it
takes for some people, especially when they are thick headed like
Paul and me. It's over now. Let's just be friends and forget
about it."

He grinned and said, "Just friends?"

I kissed him and said, "Just friends with benefits."

We went out to the pool then. Doyal was now the only one wearing
trunks. He looked surprised when he saw me with my arms around
his two naked boys. It must have been obvious that we had just
had sex. He looked into my eyes though and he saw that everything
was okay. 

He stood up and dropped his trunks and said, "I don't want to
look out of place."

I went over and sat in his lap once he took his seat again. I put
my arm around his neck and his hand came to rest on my upper
thigh. He looked at me curiously and I said, "Thank you for the
life lesson, Doyal. And I just wanted to say that you have a
couple of real nice kids. What happened last night was as much my
fault and your fault as it was their fault. Let's just forget
about it. Okay?"

He smiled and said, "You're pretty damned smart for a blonde. Now
that we have the five of us straightened out, what do we do about
the five guys at work?"

I smiled and answered, "As long as things don't get out of hand I
don't see why they have to know that things have changed between
us. They are having fun. We are having fun. We need to kind of
keep it in the family, so to speak. But Paul and I talked about
it last night. We don't mind if things stay the way they are now.
Maybe we could make the storeroom a little more comfortable so
that we didn't have to get carried away in the lab. We wouldn't
want anyone coming in and getting the right idea."

Doyal thought that was a good idea and he was very glad that Paul
and I were interested in continuing the fun and games. We
discussed it for a while and then, while Paul got the grill fired
up and the steaks ready, I took Doyal upstairs and we sealed the
deal.

After we ate, Doyal said, "I had something planned for tomorrow.
I was going to cancel it, but you might be interested now that
your horizons have been broadened. Jolie, do you remember Al? He
was the man that took down a list of your sizes before he fucked
you in my office."

I nodded.

Doyal said, "He is an old friend of mine. He owns a bunch of
adult businesses in town. He also owns a shop that sells sexy
lingerie and clothing. The plan was that he was going to bring
over a large selection of sexy clothing tomorrow and you were
going to model it for a half dozen of my friends. You would get
to keep the clothes and my friends would get to sample a
beautiful young blonde."

"I'm going to leave it up to the two of you. Do you want me to
cancel?"

Paul and I looked at each other and smiled. I replied, "I could
use a new wardrobe."

The End

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