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A Husband's Mistake, A Wife's Nightmare

Chapter 1

By Notmtstory@kc.rr.com

My wife and I had been married for about seven years. Our first and only child

was four years old now. When I made unmistakably the worst mistake of our

lives and destroyed our marriage. I had known Jennifer since I was fifteen and

we had dated since I was 17. She was three years older than I was, and was

already in college.

Jennifer was about 5 foot 4 inches tall and weighed only about 100 pounds.

She had long brown hair, with blond highlights that went down about the middle

of her back. She was small, petite, and very attractive if I have to say so

myself. Her breasts didn't shrink very much after the birth of our daughter,

leaving her with 34-B's. Her hips were round and sexy. I felt very lucky to be

married to such a fine looking women, especially since I thought of myself as

less than the best looking guy around. My insecurities about why she chose me,

and stayed with me, however, would doom us both.

She was a virgin when we started dating, and although we did have pre-marital

sex, she was very shy. She always dressed very conservatively and became

embarrassed whenever I would tell her how sexy she was. She managed a

restaurant and had a few friends. After a year of begging, I had finally

gotten her to get her navel pierced. It was incredibly sexy, but I could never

get her to wear any clothing to show it off.

I work on computers for a living, and we had four in our house. Jennifer

hardly ever used one, but I had one that I told her was hers. I hadn't really

noticed her begin to use it, but I had awaken several times at night, and she

was in the computer room the TV on. The computers being on didn't seem out of

place, since I leave them on almost all the time. She said that she had gone

in there to watch tv, so that she wouldn't disturb me. It seemed reasonable

enough at the time, except that she was always closing something on the

computer screen just as I would walk in. On a few occasions I would lay awake

and wait to see how long she would be in there. Sometimes five hours in a

night. I decided that I needed to know if she was doing something or not. I

installed some spy software and waited.

Jennifer would sign into a chat room each night. I began to review some of her

chat logs, and most of the conversations were innocent enough, but several

weren't. I found where she had even had cyber sex with several "men" on-line,

and one in particular seemed very friendly with her. She chatted with this

Nate every day for hours, and every night they confessed their love for one

another. She had told him that she was single with a child, but other than

changing her and our daughter's names, and that she was single, as her

daughter's father had run out on her, every thing else that she told him was

true.

I was enraged by this. How could she do this to me. I felt betrayed, like she

was cheating on me. I confronted her and asked her what she was doing each

night when she would crawl out of bed. She said just watching TV, trying to

get back to sleep. I asked her about getting on the computer, and at first she

said nothing, but after I continued to pry, she finally admitted that she had

gone into a chat room. But when I asked her what she chatted about, she

claimed just "normal" stuff, and swore that she never did anything wrong. I

got angry and made her promise that she would never go to chat rooms again,

never letting her know that I knew that she had been cheating on me in a Cyber

affair.

I monitored the computer and she was back and chatting the next night and the

ones after that. Even though she had promised me to stop, she hadn't even

slowed down. She had stopped having Cyber sex with other chat room visitors,

but not this Nate person. She continued to profess her love to him and

"cybered" with him. I let it go on for another week, before I confronted her.

She finally admitted to having continued to chat, after she had promised me

that she would stop, but insisted that she had done nothing wrong, and it was

no big deal. She told me I had no right to ask her to stop chatting in the

first place. I expressed my concern that she would get tangled up with some

seedy character on the net. She insisted that I was being stupid, and she

would never do anything so dumb, and claimed she had never engaged in any

inappropriate behavior. She claimed innocence right up to the point where I

threw her printed chat logs right in her face.

She finally admitted her wrong doings, and I told her it had to stop, or else.

She reluctantly agreed. Not trusting her I blocked the chat site from my

computers and two weeks later she came to me begging me to allow her to chat.

I told her NO! She begged for days, but I steadfastly told her no every time. 

She told me she would do anything I wanted, if she could just chat again. I

gave it some thought, and finally, after a great deal of thinking, I had an

idea.

I had been reading sex stories off the a.s.s. newsgroups for years. Some of my

favorites where those dealing with wives being double and triple teamed. I

especially liked the stories of women caught cheating on their husbands. I

knew it was a safe request, and that she would never go for it. So I told her

the rules that I could live with. She could only chat if I was home, and if I

was allowed to watch at anytime. No more cyber sex. No more telling anyone

that she loved them. No more telling anyone that she was single. And finally

if she wanted to chat, she had to be willing to have a threesome. I told her

of my desire to watch her be used by myself and someone else, someone of my

choosing.

To my shock, she agreed, and I was stunned. She agreed to allow herself to be

used by myself and someone else of my choosing, at a time of my choice. I

couldn't go through with it, but made her promise that she would, if I ever

worked up the nerve to go through with it. She agreed, and I allowed her to

begin chatting again, under my watchful eye. I had to go out of town the next

week, and while stuck in my motel room, I decided to check up on my wife.

While I had talked to her on the phone, she had seemed distracted. I had asked

her if she was chatting, and she told me no. No longer able to trust her, I got

online and checked. Sure enough, she was once again online chatting with this

Nate person. The two professed their love for one another, and cybered several

times each night. At that point a plan began to form in my mind.

I started a chat of my own with this Nate person. Between what he told me, and

the information that I was able to gather about him from the net, I found out

that he lived about 4 hours from where my wife and I lived and he was

approximately our age. Over that week, we chatted each night and finally I had

built up what I thought was a trust with him. I finally told him of my true

relationship with his online lover. With his promise not to tell her anything, 

I provided him some pictures of my wife, naked, via E-mail.

He told me how impressed he was with her photos. Then I began to explain my

plan to him. I should have seen the warning signs flashing loud and clear,

when he began to make suggestions of his own, on how to carry out my plan. He

was very agreeable to all of my requests, and we set my plan into motion to

happen the following weekend. I arranged to have my in-laws take our daughter

out of town that weekend. I told Jennifer of some property I wanted to look at

out of town.

That weekend Jennifer and I traveled to a small town about 3 \'ab hours from

our house and it was next to a lake. On that Friday night, I met "Nate", whose

real name was Nick, in the lobby of the motel where Jennifer and I were

staying. He gave me his blood test, dated that very day. He checked out to be

drug and STD free. I gave him a key to our room, and told him to be there at

9:00 that evening.

When I went back to get Jennifer, who was still in our room, I got incredibly

excited, knowing what she was about to do. When we went to dinner that night,

I asked her if she had chatted anymore. She of course denied that she had. We

went back to our hotel room at about 8:35 P.M. I begged her to put on a very

sexy black teddy, and the garter belt that I had brought for her. When she

came out of the bathroom, I took her over to the bed and tied her to it.

Once I had tied her spread eagle to the bed, I placed a blindfold over her

eyes. Now tied and blinded on the bed, I turned on the TV and began setting up

my camcorder. Jennifer begged me to hurry up, complaining to me that her arms

hurt.

At 8:55 Nick walked into our hotel room, but Jennifer was unable to hear him

over sound of the television that I had turned on earlier. Motioning for Nick

to keep quiet, I began to talk to Jennifer. "So you never chatted with this

Nate guy again huh? Not even when I was out of town?" I asked her.

"No I didn't hon." she replied, pulling on her bonds.

"You remember what you promised me you'd do, if I let you chat again?" I asked.

"Yes." She replied testily.

"Well, what was it? Tell me." I coaxed.

"A threesome." she huffed.

"So who do you want to have this threesome with my dear?" I questioned her.

"No one! But you already know that. I only said that I would do it, so you'd

let me chat again." She said.

"So I'm the only man you've ever fucked?" I asked.

"Yes" she replied.

I looked over at Nick, who was greedily taking in the sight of my bound wife's

beautiful body. She looked sexy beyond words. Her small pert breasts were

sticking up from out of the tight black teddy. Her legs were spread wide apart,

and tied to the bed, which allowed for a full view of her neatly trimmed bush,

under the thin lace that made up the tiny garment. Her tanned and slender legs

were encased in the sheer black hose, that was being held by the garter belt,

and accented her treasures. The teddy rode up just enough to show the ring in

her navel, and showcased her flat belly.

I continued "I know you chatted with Nate every night while I was out of town.

I know that you had Cyber sex with him every night as well. So I guess you

have fucked another man!"

"It's not the same thing. It's not real, it's just make believe." she replied.

"I disagree. I think it's exactly the same thing. You had an affair with some

guy online behind my back, telling him how much you loved him and everything."

I scolded her.

"It was just pretend. It didn't mean anything. I was just having some fun."

she whimpered.

I looked back over at Nick grinning, knowing now was the time. I then focused

the camera on her face. "So did you have enough fun to go through with the

threesome that you promised me?" I asked her.

"You know that I don't want to do that, but I would if you made me." she said

hatefully. "I just don't know why you would want to do something so sick..."

she started to say when I cut her off.

"Well I can't understand how you can find having a cyber affair any fun, but

you keep doing it. Maybe we could get your cyber lover Nate to do this

threesome with you. I'll bet that you would really like that, wouldn't you?"

"Don't say that you know..." she tried to interject.

"Shut up! Open your mouth." I ordered her. Knowing how much I enjoyed making

love to her while she was tied up and gagged, Jennifer had no reason to be

worried, until after I buckled the ball gag into place and pulled her

blindfold off.

When she looked up and saw the strange man standing over her nearly naked body,

she began to fight and pull at her bonds. As Nick reached out and cupped one

of her breasts in his hands, I said, "This is Nate, from the chat room. You

see, it turns out that he doesn't live on the other side of the country after

all. I figured after you had lied to me, that I'd help you out. If you want to

screw him so bad, I'll let you but I get to watch." I said, standing behind

the camcorder.

"Okay Nick she's all yours." I said.

Nick began rubbing her body up and down. Groping her breasts and running his

hand across her tight stomach. After spending twenty minutes manipulating her

boobs and nipples, he moved his attentions lower. As Nick rubbed her bound

body, she continued to fight and struggle against her bonds, crying under the

gag, and had tears streaming down her face.

As I watched her struggles, I began to second guess my little scheme. Now

knowing that I had let my hurt feelings, and sense of betrayal, cloud my

normally good judgment.

Nick had now taken off his clothes, was lying naked on the bed with Jennifer,

and he was licking her cunt. Knowing that I had made a terrible mistake, I

knew that I needed to stop it now, before it went any further.

"Hey Nick, I think this might have been a bad idea. She's really upset." I

said,

"Give me a minute." he replied, as he drove his fingers into her pussy.

Seeing her arch her back at the sudden intrusion, I said, "Look, she's really

upset. You've had some fun now..." but I was interrupted by a knock on the

door.

Looking down at Nick, he just shrugged his shoulders, I heard some movement,

as I turned to walk to the door, but I was taken totally by surprise by the

hit to my head. I heard Nick walk over me, and as I looked up through the

blood dripping in my eyes, I saw the door open and two more pair of legs enter

our room.

As I began to pull myself to my knees, I heard Nick say, "Take care of him."

Suddenly I was kicked in the stomach, and then pulled up to my feet, only to

be punched in the stomach again. I felt someone grab my hair on the back of

my head and pull my head back. As I started to scream, something was shoved

into my mouth, and duct tape was used to secure it in place. Next I was tied

to a chair, right in front of the bed where Jennifer was bound and gagged.

Finally, getting my bearings back, after having been assaulted, I looked up

trying to access the situation. Two men had come into the hotel room carrying

large duffle bags. Nick was pulling something out of one of the bags, as the

two strange men began setting up lights and camera equipment. I saw that Nick

was getting out a small brown glass bottle, and a syringe. I renewed my

struggles to break free, as Nick filled the syringe with the drug from the

bottle. Taking the syringe over to the bed, he injected the drug into

Jennifer's bound arm. She lay there looking up in terror, as Nick returned to

the bed, sporting a large hard-on, and smiling at her, as he stroked his

monstrously large cock.

Still struggling at my bonds, I took note of the two men now filming my wife's

rape, with large professional looking cameras. Nick now climbed onto the bed,

and spoke to Jennifer. "Don't worry Jennifer, or would you prefer that I call

you Nikki (her online chat name). I think you'll really enjoy the weekend that

I have planned for you. I'm always looking to lure some fresh meat up to party

with me, and planned on tricking you into coming up here myself, but imagine

my surprise when your old man volunteered to deliver you, gift wrapped.

Hahahaa" he laughed.

I looked into Jennifer's eyes, and saw her sense of betrayal and could see her

being consumed with fear. Then she winced as Nick drove his long, thick, hard

cock deep into her wide open cunt. He began thrusting into her furiously, and

talking what I only hoped was trash. He told Jennifer how many men he had

lined up to use her this weekend, and how much she would love it.

I was furious with him, no one talked to my wife that way. Even though I had

brought her here to have sex with Nick, watching it happen right in front of

me, it was not happening the way that I had planned it to come off. His thrusts

into my wife were deep and deliberate, and her struggles under him had begun

to weaken. I saw a haze come over her eyes, as the drug he had given her began

to take hold of her. He had pulled her tits free from the teddy that she was

wearing and had been sucking each nipple to erection, as he impaled her on his

long, thick prick.

Nick's staying power was impressive, to say the least. He rammed his cock into

my wife's cunt for almost forty minutes, before he pulled out of her and

positioned himself at her head. He pulled the ball gag out of her mouth.

Jennifer, now to drugged to scream for help, just lay there looking up at him

in a daze. Nick stroked his cock once, before shooting stream after stream

onto her beautiful face. He stood over my defiled wife, and looked over his

shoulder at me and said, "Well I hope that's what you had in mind."

He stood up and began to dress, adding, "But you know I was thinking if you

already wanted to see her have a three-some, then why not go for the gusto, and

have her do a thirty-some." he looked down at his watch, and added, "Well we

better get ready." he said, looking at one of the two men.

Chapter 2

I sat bound to the chair, gagged and horrified, as I watched one of the two

men who had entered earlier, begin to untie my wife Jennifer. She was totally

out of it, an effect of the drugs Nick had injected in her earlier. Now free

of her bindings, she just lay there on the bed, Nick's cum still pooled on her

face. Nick had now finished dressing, and went into the restroom, while the

other man opened the door to the hotel room.

There I sat, helpless in our hotel room, with the door wide open, and the

broken remnants of the room's phone still lying on the floor, where Nick had

slammed it into my skull and breaking it. My beautiful wife was lying there

half naked on the bed, drugged into total submission, for the whole world to

see, and the whole despicable scene being filmed by these two thugs.

Nick returned from the restroom and reached into one of the duffle bags,

pulling out a brown paper sack, and dumping the sacks contents on the table. 

There must have been at least fifty condoms of all types on the table. Just

then, to my horror, four more men walked into our room. Three of the men were

large, and very black. The other one was a young and stringy white kid. Nick

talked with them for several minutes on the other side of the room. I was

unable to hear what was being said, but I could see Nick waving his hand in

Jennifer's direction, then at me, and finally at the rubbers. They all began

to laugh, and even glanced my way to laugh some more.

The hotel room door was pushed mostly closed, giving the new men a small

amount of privacy. The men moved into position around Jennifer. The largest of

the black men stood at her head, while the others just stood around, as if

waiting for some kind of a signal. The large black man reached out, and began

to grope her tits. He mauled her boobs so viscously, that even in her drugged

state, she screamed out in pain. Hearing her scream, he gripped her teddy, and

violently ripped it from her body. Then he used it to wipe Nick's cum from her

face.

The others took this as some sort of signal, and began groping her body also.

The leader of this little group then began lightly slapping her face from one

side to the other, before he dropped his trousers. He wore no underwear, and

sported a huge cock, that was easily twice as thick as my own, and at least

twice as long. Jennifer's mouth was now open, as she was protesting his

slapping her, and he thrust his prick deep into her mouth. With his very first

thrust, he sunk his prick all the way into her mouth, and down her throat, 

with her nose buried in his pubic hair. I knew he wouldn't enjoy the blow job,

as Jennifer gave lousy head. It was terrible. As I watched him thrust his dick

deep into her throat, I realized that he wasn't after a blow job, he was

raping her throat. Her reactions in the process were of no importance to him,

only the warmth of her mouth and throat mattered.

Nick had taken a seat next to me, as he decided that the action in front of me

needed a play by play analysis.

"I was really hoping that those were the real pictures of your wife, that you

sent me. Boy are you lucky that they where. The last bitch I had up here had

sent me some photos that she must have found on the net or something. Any way

I had lined up my guys, like I did for your wife here, at $200.00 bucks a

piece to screw her, and when she gets here she was a total dog. Well needless

to say the fellas were pissed. Hell I don't think that bitch is walking

upright to this day." He said with a laugh. "But you don't have to worry about

that, your wife is all that you said that she was, and a little more. The guys

really like her. Hell look at Tony over there giving her a throat fucking that

she'll never forget. I'm telling you now, she's going to go home with some

bruises though, the guy's just won't be able to keep their hands off of that

hot little body of her's.

I sat there and watched, as the one Nick had called Tony pulled his cock from

Jennifer's mouth, and now positioned it at her cunt opening, and rammed his

prick home. As she tried to lift up, from this new invasion of her body,

another black man rammed his cock into her now empty mouth.

"Now there's a sight for you, your wife getting it from both ends. I'll bet

she's loving every minute of it." he said. I began trying to protest, to tell

him that he's wrong, but all that came through the gag in my mouth was a

muffled noise. Nick just looked at me and laughed.

I watched as my wife, the women that I loved, got pounded by two complete

strangers, men neither of us had ever met before that night, using her as only

I had ever used her before. Myself unable to help her, and Jennifer too

drugged out, and unable to defend herself from their brutal attack. She looked

so beautiful lying there in only her garter belt and stockings, though, her

hose now stretched and filled with holes. I found myself erect and aroused, as

it was both frightening and erotic, all at the same time.

Tony moaned loudly, announcing to the room that was cuming, as he shot his

black seed into her womb. He made several more thrusts into her, before

finally withdrawing from her now cum filled cunt. Nick leaned over to me and

said. "Wow! Look at that cum dripping out of your wife. Boy I sure hope that

bitch is on the pill. I offered the guy's condoms and told them it was up to

them whether or not to use them, but it doesn't look like we'll have many

takers, does it?"

I watched in amazement as the next man inserted his now hard dick into her

dripping cunt. Tony, now exhausted, dressed, and gave Nick a high five on the

way out the door. The second black man who had taken Tony's place in Jennifer's

mouth, finally erupted down her throat. Jennifer, never having swallowed any

cum before, and not expecting it, began to choke and gurgle on the liquid shot

down her throat. As she convulsed and gagged, the man in her cunt began to

blow his load in her cunt. The two healthy loads of cum that had filled her

cunt were both now dripping down her legs. The skinny white guy leaned down

between her legs, and began eating the cum from her now well stretched pussy.

Just as the sick little freak had finished, he being the last of the four

original attackers, four more men entered the room. Once again Nick went over

to the other side of the room with them, and spoke to them, as he had the

first group. He returned to his seat next to me, just as the last of the

original four men left the room. "I schedule four guys every forty-five

minutes, that gives them ten minutes a piece. It works out best, that's about

the most that a woman can handle." Nick told me.

The men wasted no time, and Jennifer put up no fight, as they ravished her

body. Again she was raped in her cunt, while another man forced a blow job

from her. All the men in this group used her only for one screw, each one of

them using her mouth, then her cunt for their gratification. They finished

right on time, and where replaced by another four. This group a little rowdier

than the last one. A young thug had begun to slap Jennifer's face, unhappy

with her blow job efforts. A single word from Nick put an end to this. I was

amazed to watch Jennifer being violated repeatedly, and she put up no real

struggles, but remained conscious through out her assaults. In between men, I

could see her once tight cunt was now oozing the seed of her multiple attackers.

After each group of men had finished with her, one of the camera operators

would use a towel to clean the jism from her skin. As the scene was played out,

over and over again, the procedure was the same as before. Nick would speak

with them for a few minutes, motion towards Jennifer and then at me, to get a

laugh from the men. Then he'd motion towards the condoms on the table. At

least some of the men who used Jennifer wore a condom, but when those men

finished they all dumped the contents down her throat. One of the men during

the night had even blown his load while giving Jennifer's breasts a titty fuck,

as Nick had put it.

The rape of my wife Jennifer seemed endless to me. I watched in horror, as she

was taken in every position imaginable. I watched as she was flipped over on

her belly, and forced to suck a cock, while another man would rape her doggy

style. She would then get tossed back onto her back, and have her legs bent

back up over her head. I watched as she was tossed around like a rag doll by

the steady stream of men who came to use her.

The worst part of the evening for me was definitely listening to Nick's

commentaries, as he described each despicable act in great detail to my

captive ears. Jennifer never seemed to come out of her drugged stupor, as the

evening wore on. I had to watch my young and innocent wife be raped by over

thirty men in a six hour period that night. The only time that she was not

being raped, was when the men needed to change video tapes in the cameras.

When it appeared to have come to an end, Nick got up and talked with his film

crew. They all laughed and congratulated each other. Nick returned to me as

the men began to pack up their equipment.

"I just want to thank you for the best present that anyone's ever given me

before. God you're a stupid mother fucker. But I hope that you understand what

I'm about to tell you. You're wife's going to do some more business for me,

and if you both cooperate with me, I'll have her home safe and sound by Monday

morning. You know, just a little worse for wear." He laughed at his own

horrible joke, truly thinking that he was funny. "But if you call the cops, or

anyone else about this, I can promise you that you'll never see the bitch

again. I'll turn her into a crack whore, and have her working a corner in some

city where you'll never find her."

As he spoke, the men behind him began to wrap Jennifer up in a blanket.

"Just remember if you think about calling the cops. I'll kill her, and make

sure that everyone knows that you sold her off to some pimp. Imagine having to

raise your daughter alone, after you have had her mother killed."

I watched as one man threw Jennifer over his shoulder, while the other grabbed

their duffle bags and then they all walked unceremoniously out of the room.

Watching Jennifer being carried out, I renewed my struggles, trying to free

myself and save her. Nick just laughed and said, "Just remember NO COPS!

Thanks again for the pussy." Then he pulled something from behind his back,

and hit me square in the jaw.

***********************

I woke up about 2:00 P.M. Saturday afternoon. I found myself still gagged, but

no longer tied to the chair, but rather I was lying on the cum stained floor

of the room. As I got to my feet, I removed the tape from my head slowly,

trying futilely to reduce the pain, as the taped pulled my hair out. When I

had finally gotten the tape off of my head, I found that I had been gagged

with Nick's underwear. I immediately went for the phone but found it still

broken and stained with my blood. I then began to remember what Nick had

warned me about, and I fell to my knees and cried for hours over what had I

done.

Finally I got up and tried to clean myself. The blood had dried on my face,

and I had bruises on my chest. The cut on my head could have taken a couple of

stitches, but it was to late now to even worry about it. I showered for over

an hour, trying to come up with some plan of action. I could think of nothing

to do. I was without a hope. In a vain attempt, I spent most of the evening

driving around the small little town hoping to find my wife. I returned to

the motel room early Sunday morning, and cried myself to sleep. I was awoken

in the morning by the house keeper, telling me that it was checkout time. I

loaded the car, checked out and drove around the little town some more, hoping

to spot Jennifer. Finally out of time, I headed back to our town to pick up

our daughter.

When I picked up our daughter I made some lame excuse to Jennifer's parents,

that Jennifer had stopped by her store to take care of some problem that had

come up. They questioned me about the cut on my head, and I made some equally

lame excuse. After gathering our daughter and her things, I was relieved to

get away from her parents, afraid that they would find out what I had done to

their daughter.

Not knowing what else to do, I drove my daughter home. Upon entering the house

everything seemed in order. I immediately took our daughter to her room, and

put her to bed, not wanting to face her questions. When I finally entered our

bedroom, I turned on the light. To my shock, there was Jennifer, lying totally

naked, and balled up, on our disheveled bed. Laying next to her was a pile of

VHS tapes, and an envelope.

I spent five minutes trying to wake her up, but I had no luck. I checked her

breathing and pulse, both where fine. I almost got her awake once, but she

just mumbled something and passed out again.

Not knowing what else I could do for her, I pulled a sheet over her, and

gathered the envelope the envelope the pile of tapes, not sure if I even

wanted to know what I would see on them. I carried them into the living room,

still not sure that I was ready to see what was on them.

Chapter 3

I sat in the living room, and having inserted the first video cassette, which

was conveniently marked with the label "Volume One" written on it, I hit the

play button on the remote, and began to open the envelope. The television

screen was pitch black, but I heard a familiar voice, as Nick began to speak.

"Well I know you wanted to have a video of your wife's first threesome, so I

decided to leave you a video record of all of her activities this past

weekend."

As he spoke I began pulling the photos from the large brown envelope. The

photos of course where obviously all of Jennifer, in various poses and in

different states of dress, and undress. I found them exciting and disgusting

at the same time. To my surprise, in several of the photo's she appeared to be

awake and vibrant, while in others, she sported that dazed look that she had

that night in the hotel room.

The tape then went to that Friday night starting with Nick raping her. Having

already seen this first hand, I fast forwarded through the rest of the tape,

and it played out just as I had remembered it, except for one thing, the scene

where Jennifer was being drugged had been edited out. As I watched the endless

line of men who used her, I again realized just how seriously I had screwed up.

After getting to the end of the first tape I inserted the next one, labeled

"Volume 2. As this tape began I noticed the date and time stamp in the corner

it was 10:00 A.M. Saturday morning. Not even eight hours had passed, since she

had been taken from our hotel room. I watched as Jennifer, now conscious

walked into a large and lavish room, hanging onto Nick's arm. She was wearing

a lovely sun dress, one that I knew I had never seen before. She seemed fine

as she sat down next to Nick on the couch, and said nothing, as Nick began

talking to men dressed in suits, who had entered the room. The sound on the

tape was very low, and I was unable to make out anything that was said. Nick

and the businessmen spoke for several minutes, before shaking hands.

Nick then stood and walked out the camera's range. This video was taken from

a static position, my guess was from a wall mounted or hidden camera. Once

he had walked out of the picture, the businessmen began to move in around

Jennifer. They sat next to her and began a conversation with her. After only

a few minutes, the volume was boosted up and I could hear what was being said.

"So Jennifer does your husband know that you're here?" one of the men asked

her.

"Yeah, whatever." she replied.

"So have you done this a lot?" another asked.

"Done what?" she asked.

"Screwed a bunch of men that you just met." he replied.

"No never. I would never do anything like that." she said.

"But will you let us screw you?" he asked.

"Who?" she replied, as he put his hand on her upper thigh, and slid it up

under her short dress.

Without answering her last question, he leaned over and began to kiss her on

the lips. The other two men in the room just looked at one another, and then

at the couple in front of them. Nothing was said by anyone, as the man worked

his hand under her dress, and began working her panties down and off of her,

never stopping his kiss. Once he had finally pulled her panties off, his hand

disappeared under her dress again. Jennifer, her eyes now closed, made no

effort to stop him.

After several minutes of his kissing and groping her, he pulled away and took

off his pants. Jennifer, her mouth now free of the intrusion, began mumbling

incoherently. Several times she said "No" and "I'm married" but no one seemed

to notice. She opened her eyes, as he approached her face, holding his cock in

his hand. She turned away, and closed her mouth tightly.

"Come on Jennifer, open up. I've got a treat for you." he said, turning her

head towards his dick.

As he pressed his prick against her lips, she opened her mouth. He slid his

cock into her mouth. He was gentle, and to my surprise she didn't resist the

invasion. After a few minutes, she even began to move her head back and forth

bobbing her head up and down on his cock. I could see her lips sucking in on

his dick. She was really giving him a blow job. How could she? She had never

gotten so into oral sex with me. Head from Jennifer was no more than an open

mouth for me to stick my prick into. The man on the video played with her tits,

while she sucked on his cock. The two pleasured each other and she looked to

be enjoying herself as much as he did. While this was going on, the other two

men sat there and watched the two of them, enjoying the show with smiles on

their faces.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally pulled his raging hard-on from

her mouth, and grabbed the bottom of her sun dress, pulled it down and off of

her body. Jennifer now lay there under him, wearing only a pair of high heeled

shoes. He grabbed her ankles, lifting them up, and pulling them apart. He slid

his saliva slickened cock into my wife's cunt, and then gave the other two men

high fives. He began to brag to his friends about how hot she was, and how

good she felt. I watched as the man on the screen screwed my wife, while he

bragged about it to his co-workers. As he pumped in and out of her, she simply

moaned in pleasure with each thrust.

He used her for all she that she was worth, and as he drew closer to his own

orgasm, he quickened the pace of his thrusts. Finally ending his use of my

wife by emptying his seed into her already stretched out cunt. As her lover

pulled away, she lay there panting from her exertions. Lying spent on the

couch, he urged one of the others to give her a try. A second man got up and

mounted her, using her as much as the first man had. The third man followed

suit, and when he finished, I thought that she had vanquished their desires,

but that wasn't to be the case. Two of the men used her for a second time,

before exiting the room, now completely exhausted, but very happy. The tape

ended, and it was over two hours long.

I inserted the third of the seven tapes that had been left on our bed, and hit

play. It began as the first one had with just a black screen and Nick's voice.

"This is the video of Jennifer's photo shoot. I always have a photo shoot with

my new girls, so that I have some good stills to show my clients. Enjoy."

The video then came on, showing Jennifer lying on a bed in a teddy. I had seen

this pose in one of the photos from the envelope. Jennifer was laying on the

bed in a sexy manner, just like you would see in Playboy or similar magazines.

Her legs were crossed, her elbow down on the bed, with her hand holding up her

head, smiling and happy. I heard, as someone off screen directed her into

other poses, telling her to toss her hair this way or that. I could see the

flashes from a still camera every few seconds, and heard the talk of people

off camera.

"Her breasts are too small." someone said.

"That's okay, we can fix that. Look at that face though." said another.

"She really sealed that deal this morning?" someone else said.

"She's so young and fresh, she'll be the hottest thing that we've ever had."

said yet another.

"She will, but it will take a while to train her. She's got no experience."

one of the previous voices said.

"Sure, but that's the fun part. Besides we've already given her a hell of a

lesson." another previous voice replied.

What in the hell were they talking about? On the video, Jennifer had changed

outfits about a dozen times, and had posed nude between each outfit. She had

seemed happy and cooperative with her off screen handlers, always doing as she

was told. The video cut out for a quick moment, and then came back on showing

Jennifer holding her arm, saying "What was that?" She must have been given

another shot.

Jennifer was instructed to do a few more poses, before a masked man appeared

and tied her to the bed. She put up no fight, and cooperated fully. After

posing with her, he went off screen, then returned with a strait razor and

some shaving cream. He applied the cream to her already well trimmed bush, and

shaved her clean. With her cunt now clean shaven, he began to tie her into

different bondage positions. This continued for the next hour. As time passed,

the drugged haze look that I had seen on her face Friday night returned. She

was tied over saw horses, chained from the ceiling, and many other positions,

some looking quite painful.

The bondage shoot lasted for over an hour, as she was left tied in different

positions to squirm and wiggle in pain. I fell asleep, exhausted from the

ordeals of the weekend. I woke up to the sounds of our four year old telling

me that she was hungry Monday morning. Thankfully, I had placed the photos

back into the envelope, and the tape had ended.

I fixed her some breakfast, then called in sick to work for both and Jennifer

myself. I then checked in on Jennifer, she was still sleeping soundly, right

where I had left her. I lifted the sheet and looked at her cunt, sure enough

it was shaved clean. I hid the tapes and the envelope, not sure how Jennifer

would react to seeing them again and then I showered and dressed. I got our

daughter ready, and took her to preschool.

Returning home I worked to wake Jennifer up, and she awoke groggily. I began

crying and telling her how sorry I was. She said nothing, she simply got up

and took a shower. She returned and I continued to offer her my apologies.

Finally she said "How could you? You should have told me. You let that man use

me. You knew I would never do a three-some."

I was surprised, I honestly thought that she would be angrier than that, but

as she continued to talk, it became more and more obvious that she had no

memory of anything after Nate had raped her. We sat and cried for hours. I

told her how sorry I was. She told me that she was sorry for continuing her

online affair. As tactfully as possible, I tried to find out what she did

remember from the weekend. She continued to tell me she that remembered

nothing past Friday, and Nick's raping her.

Make no mistakes, she was seriously pissed at me, and angry at me for my

mistake, but over the next three weeks things had returned to almost some 

semblance of normalcy. I had hidden the videos and photos, deciding that it

was for the best if she didn't really know what happened to her that weekend.

With that in mind, I felt that I shouldn't know any more than I already did.

Although we hadn't had sex since then, I had convinced Jennifer to let me

sleep in the bed with her.

After three weeks, it seemed like our marriage might be okay. Jennifer had

been tested and was free of any STDs. Fortunately for me, her period had

started, and I was able to breath a large sigh of relief.

On that third week, Jennifer came home as excited and as happy as I had ever

seen her. She had been offered a job as an executive assistant at some large

company that I had never heard of. She explained that somehow, someone who she

used to work with, had recommended her to someone else. It was confusing to me,

but it sounded legit. She explained how this job could lead to her getting a

marketing job, which is what she had gone to college for.

Then she hit me with the bad news. The new job would require her to travel, a

lot. They wanted her to start on the coming Monday morning, and her first out

of town trip would be in just two weeks, and would involve her being gone for

three weeks straight.

At this point I knew my answer. There was no way that I was going to go for

this, as I valued our time together as a family, and didn't want to be

separated from my wife for that long. Sensing that I was about to tell her no

way, she told me how much it paid. My mouth fell open, it was almost twice

what our combined income was. She told me of the benefits, and of how much she

could make if she got this marketing job. She told me that she had already

talked to her mother, and that she would help me with our daughter, when

Jennifer was out of town.

Knowing what this job could do for us finically, and that my support could get

me out of the dog house, I told her that she should do it, if she wanted to.

That night Jennifer and I had sex again for the first time since we had met

Nick. Monday morning she started her new job.

Chapter 4

Monday evening when Jennifer got home, I asked her about her day. She was

still incredibly excited about her new job. She told me about how the first

day had been filled with filling out paper work, and learning about the

company. I asked her exactly what this company did, and she began telling me

about it. Apparently it was a multinational conglomerate, having its fingers

in about everything. They had companies in everything from shipping and waste

disposal, to electronics, food processing, and entertainment.

Jennifer would be working for one of the manager's in their entertainment

division, which was also their marketing arm. Her excitement about the 

opportunities there was obvious. At dinner she told me about all the corny

company videos that she had to watch on the first day. The seventies safety

videos, the eighties sexual harassment video, the nineties overly optimistic

marketing video.

We laughed and joked throughout the evening, just enjoying one another's

company. That evening, and that week for that matter, we had some great sex. I

don't know if it was because I couldn't get the images of Nick and the others

having sex with her out of my mind, or because I perceived that she had lost

some of her inhibitions.

Jennifer came home Tuesday saying she that had made friends with a woman in

her office named Jenna. The two looked almost like sisters, except for Jenna's

massive chest. Jenna sported what she bragged where 38-DD breasts. She said

that it was the best thing anyone had ever bought her. She was quite outgoing,

and very free spirited. She had gone shopping with Jennifer, and helped her

pick out some new clothes for her new job. Although Jennifer had always dressed

pretty conservatively before, Jenna had talked her into several sexy business

suits, that I'm sure she wouldn't have picked out on her own.

Although they had only known each other for a few days, Jenna had been over to

our house from Wednesday evening on, every night including the weekend. She

stayed for dinner on Thursday night, and spent most of the evening trying to

convince Jennifer that she should get a boob job also. Jenna asked my opinion,

as to what I would like to see? Reluctantly I told her that I was happy with

Jennifer's 34-B's. Jenna didn't accept this, and finally Jennifer asked me

what I would like honestly. I admitted that it would be nice if her breasts

were 36-C's or D's. I told the women that anything larger would look freakish

on her otherwise slender body.

Jenna had finally talked Jennifer into "Thinking about it" on the third

day the women had known each other, which was only Jennifer's fourth day at

her new job. The second week Jenna was at our house every night again. I was

glad to see that Jennifer had found a friend at her new job, but something

bothered me about it that I just couldn't put my finger on.

When it was time for Jennifer to leave on Sunday evening, our daughter and I

drove her to the airport. As we said our goodbyes I asked Jennifer to call me

as often as she could, telling her that I would miss her.

Jennifer boarded the small cooperate jet, having said goodbye to her family.

She was accompanied by her boss and several other men whom she had not yet met.

She had only flown a few times, and was overwhelmed by the luxury of the small

plane. Leather seats lined one side of the jet, while a couch and mini-bar

were on the other. She was the only women on board, and found herself alone

with the four men as the plane took off.

She sat and listened, as the men discussed business, and the closing of various

deals. Their conversation was too cryptic for Jennifer to know what deals they

were speaking of. Talk of long term contracts, after the initial investment,

and returns on the investment. When one of the men asked her thoughts on "it."

she replied that it all sounded good to her. Having not been in on the

conversation, to know just what the men where talking about, they laughed and

told her that they where glad that she approved, before moving on to talk 

about sports and family.

Jennifer sat there quietly throughout the flight, not joining in on the men's

conversations. As they approached LA the pilot announced that they would be

landing shortly. The men talked about going and getting a drink, since it was

only 10:00 P.M. in LA. They invited Jennifer along, but she said that she

thought that she would simply go the hotel ,since she was feeling a little

tired. Her Boss then asked her to reconsider, telling her it may be necessary

for her to take some notes, while they discussed some business.

Not wanting to displease her boss, she agreed to join them. Once the plane

landed, they all got into a limousine and proceeded to a private club that one

of them frequented. When they arrived there, they sat around a table and began

talking. They where met by another company colleague, who was sent to get

drinks for the table.

The new man returned shortly, handing out drinks to the men, and placing one

in front of Jennifer, even though she had said she didn't want one. After

several minutes her boss looked at her, and seeing that she hadn't taken a

drink, asked if she didn't like it. She replied that she just didn't drink,

but thanked him for it anyway. He looked at her disapprovingly and said, "Well

that's to bad." Sensing that he was displeased, she took the drink, and had a

sip. Looking at her boss she said, "It's not bad." Thinking what could one

drink hurt. He looked at her and smiled approvingly, happy to have pleased him

she took a larger drink of the liquid. The drink was sweet, and not too hard,

she thought, as she sipped it.

Jennifer nursing her drink had finished it in half an hour. The men had

already drunk two. Seeing that she had finally finished it, someone got her a

fresh drink. Not sure what it was, Jennifer drank this one more quickly. As

the conversation had gotten more lively, the men now sat around laughing and

joking, ignoring her for the most part.

The two drinks had been laced with a drug that made her feel light headed and

out of sorts. Soon she found herself drawn into the men's conversation, as

they turned their attention toward her. They began telling her how beautiful

she was, and what a promising future she had with the company.

As the night wore on, she found herself unable to control her mouth or her

body. She laughed at everything that the men said, and found herself agreeing

with everything that they said. To her amazement, she found herself agreeing

to go back to the newcomer's house for some drinks privately with the men.

Even in her drugged state, she knew what the innuendo of the statement was.

What she found even worse, was her willing vocal acceptance of the offer, even

as she found herself silently telling herself to cry out 'no!'

She found herself wedged between the men as the limo took them to the man's

house. Finding it hard to keep her head up, she leaned against the man to her

right, as the man on her left put his hand on her thigh. She closed her eyes

and began to doze off. She thought she felt someone fondling her breasts, as

she sat there. Opening her eyes, she saw that all of their eyes were looking

at her. She found herself in a dream like state. Her body felt more alive than

she had ever known it to be. Every inch of her skin tingled with excitement,

as she tried to reign in all the sensations overwhelming her mind.

Jennifer looked around the limo at the men staring at her, then instinctively

looked down at herself. Her blouse lay open, and her breasts had been pushed

up and out of her bra. Her nipples stood erect, and were a bright red, at full

attention after having been manhandled. Jennifer, to her own shock, found

herself laughing at her own predicament, which drew a round of laughter from

the men.

As she sat there wondering why she was allowing this to happen, she took

notice of the men around her. Jim Willis, her boss, was a younger man, and not

unattractive either. John and Christopher said that they where from accounting,

from the company's investment group, and both had muscles bulging from their

arms. Ron Charles was a fat little middle manager, for whom she wasn't

sure. As far as to whose house she was now on her way to, she couldn't even

remember his name.

As the limo pulled into the driveway of the plush house, two more men stood

outside waiting. Opening the door, the drugged Jennifer found herself scooted

over the men's lap, to the two men waiting outside the car. As she was pulled

across the men, she found that her ass was being pinched through her business

slacks, and her shirt and bra was removed. To her dismay she found herself

standing half naked in front of the large home, giggling as she heard the

comments from the men.

Once inside, she was seated on the couch, with three men on either side of her.

It felt surreal to her, as if she was hovering over her body, unable to

control it's actions any longer. She was handed a drink, as someone put some

music on. The conversation now completely was centered on Jennifer, as one man

after another would reach out and touch her exposed breasts. She saw the men

filming her conversation, and knew that something was terribly wrong, but found

herself laughing and giggling, as the men continued talking with her and

feeling her up. A pinch to her nipple caused Jennifer to spill her drink on

herself. Someone suggested that she take her slacks off, so that they could

wash them, before the stain set in.

Jennifer knew that it was wrong, but found herself standing up and removing

her slacks, then handing them to someone anyway. Mr. Willis stood up and asked

her to dance, before she was able to sit back down. Finding herself unable to

refuse him, she began to dance with him, now wearing only a pair of panties

and her belly ring. As the song ended, Mr. Willis was replaced with someone

else, and this went on for three or four more songs. In the process, she found

herself being kissed and touched by each of her dance partners.

As a slow song began, she found her current partner replaced by Mr.  Willis

again. This time, as the couple danced, Mr. Willis's hands made their way down

into her panties, and slowly began edging them down her legs, until they

finally fell to the ground. Now completely naked in a room full of men, she

found herself guided, throughout the song, over to the side of the couch. As

he moved around behind her, she heard a rustling sound, just before she was

pushed over the arm of the couch, and gently edged forward, as her legs were

pushed wide apart, causing her to fall forward slightly. Her face landed in

someone's lap, and she found herself looking right at a cock bigger than her

husband's, and it wasn't even hard yet. She felt a presence behind her, then

felt the head of the cock, as it pressed against her cunt opening. Biting her

lower lip, as she felt him press into her, she closed her eyes, her mind

racing with a thousand mixed thoughts, all telling her that she must put a stop

to this, even as her body betrayed her and began to respond to this unwelcome

turn of events.

As she wondered what was wrong with her, she heard the moan escape from her 

own lips. An unmistakable moan of pleasure, as the man behind her began a

steady pace of thrusting into her cunt. She opened her eyes to make sure that

she wasn't dreaming, when she saw the erect cock again, only an inch from her

face. Disgusted by the sight, she strangely found herself drawn to it. A hand

pushed her head down and unbelievable to her was the fact that she opened her

mouth, and took the prick inside of her, as she again moaned in pleasure from

the dick fucking in and out of her cunt.

She found herself rocked back and forth between the two cocks, as they

buffeted her around. Just as she got used to the rhythm of the cock fucking

her cunt, she felt it drive in hard, and then held deeply inside of her. She

seemed to be able to sense every twitch, as if her cunt was super sensitive to

the touch, as his dick began to explode, shooting its seed deeply into her

womb.

A sense of relief washed over her, as he withdrew his cock from her cunt. It

was short lived however, as another one took its place almost instantly. This

new person was rougher than the first one had been, as he grabbed her waist

and forcefully drove every thrust into her, with long, hard strokes. His

violent thrusts making it harder for Jennifer to service the man still stuffed

in her mouth.

She lay there between the two, now knowing that she would be expected to

service all of the men in the room. As her thoughts drifted again, two strong

hands forced her head down, and held it in place over the cock in her mouth,

as he began to shoot his cum down her throat. Watching her gag on the prick in

her mouth, the man behind her climaxed, filling her with his load as well. As

both men pulled away from her, she felt empty and alone. Waiting for who would

be next to use her, as they saw fit.

Seconds passed then minutes, and still no one approached her. Wondering if it

was over, she rolled over. Dazed, she looked around at the men. She saw their

hungry eyes looking her over, but she felt her now empty cunt begging for

attention, it was like an itch, and it needed scratched. Even as she felt the

relief wash over her body, thinking that it was over, she heard herself say.

"Well isn't someone going to fuck me?" she asked. No one responded at first,

they just stood or sat there watching her, as her hands roamed down to her now

empty pussy. She began rubbing herself, but it did no good, she felt that itch

and it was driving her crazy. She tried frantically to fulfill the need she

now felt, but it only served to drive her wilder.

Now a sense of frenzied desperation over came her, and she could no longer

stand it. "Please help me!" she called out to no one in particular.

"Please fuck me! Please!" she begged, so that she could get her release.

Finally her pleas where answered, as a large and well muscled black man, who

she had not seen earlier this evening, approached her. He pulled her legs up

and rammed his cock into her. His thrust was deep and deliberate, his prick

seemingly trying to rip her in two. She felt him inside of her, and her itch

was being scratched, but not enough, as she found herself begging, "Harder!

Harder! Do it harder! Shove that thing into me!"

She couldn't believe herself, but she had to have some relief, and so she

begged, and as that man finished, she begged for the next. She was insatiable

none of the eleven men in the room could satisfy the itch in her groin. They

could only minimize its effects momentarily. She no longer cared about

anything or anyone, as the flashes from the cameras went off, she begged for

more cocks, reaching out for the next, as the one before it was finished. She

could feel the cum running down her thighs, and drying on her body.

Late in the night, she finally collapsed, exhausted from all of her exertions,

and still needing release. Unconsciousness took her, as the group of men

dispersed. Jennifer awoke from the dream feeling dirty and disturbed.

Confusion clouded her mind, as she lay there looking around at the unfamiliar

room.

Chapter 5

Jennifer's head ached an effect of the alcohol and drugs giving her a

horrendous hangover. As she began looking around the room getting her bearings,

she began to notice her condition. She was sore and tired. Her skin was covered

with the dried fluids of her lovers. As she looked down, she could see cum

covering her inner thighs.

Her head dropped back to the pillow, as she remembered the events of the

previous evening. She remembered it all clearly, the drinks, the conversations,

the men and the sex. The sex! The men! She had sex with almost a dozen men

last night! She had even begged for it, she had needed it so badly. She thought

back with shame of her actions, feeling like a slut. Then a feeling of horror

and fear came over her, as she remembered the cameras. She realized with

terror, that there were videos and photos of her acting like a slut.

Tears began rolling down her face, as she began thinking of all the nasty

things that she had done. Then she began to worry about the consequences of

her actions. What had come over her? Would she be fired? What if Mike found

out? He'd surely demand a divorce. What if her parents or daughter saw those

pictures? What had she done, she laid there and cried for over an hour.

Not knowing what to do, or even what time it was, she finally got up and took

a shower. She scrubbed the disgusting remains from her body. She showered,

using lots of soap until the water turned cold, then got out, dried and

brushed her teeth. As she brushed her teeth, she suddenly realized that she

was using the items that she had brought with her. Someone had unpacked her

things, and it wasn't her!

Now, feeling as clean as she could, under the circumstances, she went out into

the bedroom, wrapped in just a towel, and began to search for her clothes. She

looked in the closet, but only found several pair of high heeled shoes, noting

that they were her size, though not her shoes, as they had much taller and

thinner heels. She then looked in the dresser and the chest of drawers, but

still found no clothes. Not knowing where her clothes were, she decided to

call and ask her friend Jenna for some advice. She just needed to talk to a

friendly, reassuring voice, to comfort her. She knew she wasn't ready to talk

to her husband yet, as she wasn't sure what to tell him.

Jennifer picked up the phone, and as she brought it to her ear to dial, she

heard a voice "So you're finally awake slut. Good, get your sweet ass out

here!"

"What? I don't have any clothes!" Jennifer exclaimed.

"I know! Now get out here dammit!" the voice told her angrily.

Not wanting to anger the voice on the phone, as she was unsure of her

circumstances, she obeyed. Nervously she walked out of the bedroom, wearing

only the towel. As she walked out, she saw two men seated at a round table

sipping drinks. She remembered the room from the night before, and having been

taken from behind, and bent over that table. In front of the table was a

television set, and she noticed in horror, that the men were watching a video

replay of the previous evening's goings on. She saw herself on the screen

hungrily sucking a cock into her mouth, as she rammed her hips back against

someone else's, who was screwing her pussy from behind. She began crying at

seeing it on the screen, as it confirmed her suspicions about being

photographed, and worse, filmed.

One of the men ordered her to sit down. The men watched for several minutes,

ignoring her. Jennifer was too disgusted by what she saw on the screen, so she

just sat there with her head hung down.

One of the men finally said, "You're quite a slut Honey. Just look at you go."

"That's not me. I don't know what happened last night, I've never done

anything like that before in my entire life!" she exclaimed, bawling now.

Laughing at her the man replied "Really, well isn't that you?" he asked,

pointing to the television set.

As Jennifer looked up, she saw a different scene, in a lavish bedroom. On the

screen was the picture of a girl, with a dick all the way down her throat, and

another one screwing her pussy from behind again. Jennifer watched in

speechless horror, as the camera zoomed in on her face, then to her wedding

ring, on her finger, before focusing on the navel ring that she wore. There

was no doubt that the image on the screen was her. She then took note, that

her cunt had been freshly shaved, and knew that it had to have happened during

the three days that she was totally unable to remember, that weekend with her

husband and Nick.

Jennifer had tried hard not to think of what she could remember from that

night. The fear that she had felt when she saw Nate, or Nick, or whoever he

really was. The sense of helplessness that she felt, as he began to rub her

body and touch her. The horror that struck her, as Nick knocked Mike to the

floor and then let the two other men in. The shock of watching her husband

being tied up to the chair, leaving him as helpless as she was, and the

sensation of the drug running through her veins. She remembered losing

control of herself, as Nick began to rape her, the feelings of pleasure that

she had derived from his penetration.

Her attention was brought back to the present, as one of them slapped her

across the face, knocking her to the floor. "Pay attention slut! I said lose

the towel." he commanded.

"Noooo. Please!" she began to plead.

Instantly he stood up, reached out and ripped the towel from her body.

"Stop it! Just stop it. This isn't right! What do you think you're doing?" she

howled.

The other man was now standing as well, and grabbed one of her arms, as the

man who had slapped her, grabbed the other. She continued to protest, as the

men effortlessly sat her in a chair, and produced a pair of steel handcuffs,

which they used to secure her arms behind the chair.

"You'd better get a grip on yourself slut! From now on you do as your told.

Nobody gives a crap about what you think is right or wrong, or even what you

want. You will do as you're told .... or else." he said.

"Your crazy! You can't just tell me to do anything you want, I'm a human being,

and there are laws against it." Jennifer began to protest.

For her troubles, she was once again slapped across her beautiful face. The

force of this second blow was enough to crack her lip open, causing her to

bleed. With her head down, she got a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the

wall. There she was, secured to the chair, her body on display for all to see,

and two strange men, whom she didn't even know, were standing over her,

threatening her. The pain and the humiliation that she faced, was equaled only

by her fear. She watched as another tear ran down her cheek, knowing, just as

she had known that fateful Friday night, that there would be no one coming to

save her. How had it gone from a simple online chat to this? Mike had made a

terrible mistake the day that he had setup his little planned threesome, but

how had it turned into this nightmare, and would it ever end?

"Look bitch, you've got two choices you can start doing as you're told, right

here, right now, and save you, and your family, a lot of pain." he told her,

letting it sink in for a little while, "Or you can fight us. In which case, we

will drug you, screw you, and then screw you up, until you do just as you're

told to do. Now, if you chose to go that route, well your daughter's going to

be a fucking orphan. Who knows whether your parents will take her, after they

see the tapes we've already gotten of you." Jennifer hearing his threats was

now sobbing hysterically and listening as he continued, "After we off your

limp dicked husband, and burn your house to the ground, I'll bet you'll start

to cooperate, so that we don't do the same to your folks and your kid."

The man stood back, and let it sink in for several minutes, before he asked

her, "Well slut, what's it going to be, are you going to do as we say, or not?"

"What choice do I have? What does it matter, you've already killed me, just

leave my family alone, please!" she said, blubbering through her tears.

"We will, if you do everything that you're told to do, without any questions

or hesitations." he informed her.

"Alright, just leave my family alone. What do I have to do?" she cried.

"Well I'm glad that you asked." he said, cutting her off. "First we'll record

some messages for your hubby. He's expecting you back in three weeks, and

we'll just about be done with your training by then."

The other man, still unidentified, placed a tape recorder, microphone and a

pad of paper in front of her. "Okay slut. just read what's on the paper. There

are 35 different messages for your hubby there. You better read them all in a

regular tone of voice, and make them convincing." he ordered her, as he held

the pad in front of her, while the other man held the microphone near her

mouth.

And so she began "Hi honey. Well, I just got back in to the hotel, we're

driving up the coast tonight to look at some property, and I just wanted you

to know that everything's okay. Please don't let Lisa stay up too late. You

know how she gets cranky at day care if you do. Tell her Mommy loves her and

misses her. I love you, and I'll try to call you later tomorrow, so that we

can talk. Love you! Bye."

She had finished the first message and they seemed pleased at her efforts, so

they moved onto the next one. The next twenty or so messages were all about

the same. Some lame reason why she hadn't called earlier, or later, while

trying to reassure him that everything was fine. She found the next one

troubling, it was her explaining to Mike why she would need to stay out of

town a few more weeks. As she tried to finish saying, what was written on the

pad, she found herself crying from the news that her ordeal would last longer.

This angered the talker as he pinched her nipple and told her to "knock it off,

and do it right, or else." Jennifer fought to regain her composure, so that

she could finish, without angering him more. She finished this one and then

another and another. Then she recorded about five more, meant for her parents.

Once she had finished, the men nodded to each other in satisfaction over her

performance, as the silent one walked into the other room, carrying the

recordings. He returned moments later with a stack of papers.

Jennifer found her hands uncuffed, as she was told to sign each document where

indicated. Looking at the first paper, she read something about medical

treatment or release or something.

As she started to read it, the talker grabbed her nipple and said, "Slut, I

don't recall telling you to read shit. I just said to sign the fuckin' paper."

Pain ran through her breast, as she signed it and moved on to the next one.

She got a glance every now and then, some seemed to be film and copyright

releases, while others were powers of attorney and medical release forms.

Jennifer didn't want to sign any of them, especially the ones that hadn't even

been filled in yet, but did so out of fear.

Jennifer sat there silently, as they shuffled the papers. The silent one again

left with them, and then returned with a small outfit.

"Blow us, and you can get dressed." the talker said.

"What?" Jennifer asked, shocked by his bluntness, as she was not yet used to

her situation. Her question got her slapped across the face again.

"Now!" was all that he said, after slapping her hard.

Jennifer, now on her hands and knees, crawled over to the talker and waited

for him to take his thing out. He looked down at her and said again, "Now

Slut!"

She knew that she would have to do it all. She started to reach for his

trousers, but he stopped her, saying. "No, I don't think so slut, use your

teeth and mouth to get it out."

Jennifer leaned down and tried to use her tongue to lift up the handle on his

zipper. She had a lot of trouble with the whole process, which got her

rewarded with another nipple pinch, causing her to yelp and cry again. Finally

getting his zipper down, she used her nose to open his trousers, and found

that he wasn't wearing any underwear, thankfully. Using her tongue, she guided

his dick into her mouth and began to move her lips across it. She did nothing

more than move her lips across his member. Angered by her poor performance, he

pinched her again, telling her to suck it in while rolling her tongue over it.

Jennifer had never liked oral sex, and had always tried to make sure that Mike

wouldn't enjoy it, hoping that he would stop asking for it, but she now began

to suck on the dick in her mouth. She slobbered on his slacks, unable to keep

her saliva in her mouth. She tried to suck the juice out of him, hoping to

avoid any further punishment.

"That's a little better slut now take it all the way into your mouth. I want

to feel you tonsils on my dick." he ordered.

Jennifer tried to take it in further, but every time that she tried, she began

to gag and cough, unable to relax her throat.

"Let me help." The talker said, as he grabbed Jennifer's hair on her next

attempt, and forced her mouth down over his prick. She gagged and tried to

break free, but he had an iron grip on her head, and wouldn't let go. He held

her there for several minutes, and finally she relaxed enough, that he began

to move her head up and down on his cock. Jennifer was unaware that he had

released his grip on her, as she concentrated on her breathing, as her head

moved up and down over his cock. She found that with a little effort, she was

able to suppress her natural gag reflex, and take his cock into her throat.

She continued on her own for the next ten minutes. She was doing a good enough

job now to get him off. He grabbed her hair again, and held her head fully

down onto his prick, as he shot his load down her throat.

Jennifer almost puked, as the man shot load after load of his hot sticky cum

down her throat. It felt like a warm slime, and she coughed some up. She was

sickened by the taste of the awful liquid. As she felt him release her hair,

she fell over onto the floor, trying to prevent herself from vomiting.

"Hey, slut you're not done. Now go practice some more on Tony over there. We

got places to go, so hurry up."

Jennifer slowly crawled over to him, and began the process over again. She was

much better this time, and was able to take him into her throat with just a

little effort. He lasted as long as the talker had, but unloaded more of his

seed into her, than his cohort had.

The outfit was thrown to her, as she lay there on the floor. She looked it

over. It was a one piece, black, Lycra dress. "Put it on Slut." she was told.

"I need some under.." she started to say, but after looking up at him, she

stopped. She slipped the dress on without another word, and began to stand up,

pulling it down. The dress hugged firmly over her hips, but was a little loose

around her boobs. They escorted her out to an SUV, and had her sit in the back.

Jennifer watched through the darkened windows, as they drove through the

streets of LA, not knowing where she was being taken. They pulled into a small

office building. The placard outside labeled it the Southern LA Plastic

Surgery Clinic. The parking lot was mostly empty and she saw the time on the

clock at the bank across the street, which said 6:08 P.M.

As they walked into the office, she was escorted to the back. Tony, the silent

man, was speaking to the doctor, as he walked out from his private office. She

heard them saying something about an enhancement, and what they wanted exactly.

Jennifer was escorted into a room labeled "Pre-Op". The man whom she thought

of as the talker, reached down and began to lift her dress up and off of her

body. Jennifer made no move to stop him, as she was too scared to put up any

resistance at this point.

The doctor and Tony walked in, with the doctor looking at a folder. He then

walked up and began cupping Jennifer's breasts. The two talked about the

"operation" some more, mainly about the placement and size of the implants.

Jennifer found herself excluded from the talk all together. The preparations

took about an hour and a half. She had seen in the doctor's folder, noting that

he already had a photo of her bare chest, labeled "before", which he used as

he made marks on her breasts. Through all the preparations, none of the men,

or even the nurse's who had since come in, even spoke to Jennifer.

She found herself lying on the table and heard them talking about the type of

implant to use. She would be getting expandable implants, whatever that meant.

She heard them talking, as the gas mask was placed over her face, she hadn't

said a word, nor had she been spoken to, since they had arrived here.

She heard the doctor say, "We'll put her under, I think it'll be for the best."

and only moments later, Jennifer lay there unconscious on the table.

Chapter 6

Jennifer awoke to find herself lying naked on the bed, back at the house. She

felt light headed and in pain. She looked down at herself and could see why.

Her once natural and perky breasts, had been enlarged. In addition to the pain

and discomfort in her breasts, there was also pain in her groin. She touched

her breasts, as she lifted herself up to look at her groin. She guessed that

her bra size was now at least a 'C', but probably a 'D'. Moving her hand to

her crotch, she ran it across her groin. Her skin was perfectly smooth above

her crotch. Her pubic area was clean of all hair, not even a bit of stubble

was left.

As Jennifer gazed down at her genitals, her mouth dropped open in shocked

silence. Her clit was now visible for all to see, as it stuck out from between

her currently engorged pussy lips. Her skin down there was smooth, and felt

strange to her, as she ran her hand across it, the lack of hair, or at least

some stubble, told her that something else had been done, but she wasn't quite

sure exactly what it was.

Knowing that she had been changed, transformed, from what she had been, made

her feel a deep shame. These men, that she didn't even know, had somehow

convinced her to allow them to do this to her. She was appalled by her

appearance, and disgusted by her actions, as she began to wonder what would

come next. She was worried that she would never see her parents or her

daughter again. Then she started to wonder if she would even be able to face

them, or anyone else that she knew, after the things that she had done, and

that had been done to her.

She collected herself the best that she could, and headed for the restroom. As

she walked, she felt the lips of her pussy rubbing her now fully exposed clit.

The sensations that were running through her, were unlike any that she could

remember. It was a very perverse experience, feeling herself rubbing her clit

just by walking, not to mention the fact that her new, larger and heavier

breasts seemed to be bouncing, jiggling and moving around on her chest with

every step that she took.

She was tired and weak, as she entered the spacious restroom. She tried to

figure out what time of day it was, but simply looking out of the small

bathroom window, gave her no clue. Taking in the sight that greeted her in the

mirror, Jennifer was amazed at how she looked. The large breasts that were now

on her chest, looked out of place on her otherwise petite body. Even if she

wasn't feeling the pain in her chest, she would still feel unnatural with

those newly enlarged boobs that now poked out from her chest. Her skin felt

stretched by the enlargement of her breasts.

To her shame, she did think that they looked really good, as they were

properly shaped and very bouncy. She felt each breast, and found the small

incision underneath each one. The cuts where much smaller than she had thought

that they would be, and appeared to be already beginning to heal nicely.

She then took special note of her sex, as she looked into the mirror. The

incisions made to her sex were much easier for her to see, and they too had

already begun to heal nicely. Jennifer ran her hand across her now exposed

clit, and a sensation ran through her, a mixture of pain and pleasure, just

from the gentle touch. She noticed that her cunt lips where now apparently

enlarged as well, and just as sensitive as her clit was. Her shame increased

as she felt the sensations running through her body, just from her own gentle

touch, and knew that it didn't bode well for her at all, as she would now be

very easily aroused just be being touched down there. It would ultimately

mean, that anyone, her husband or a stranger touching her there, would quickly

get her in the mood for sex, and possibly worse, the need to have sex

immediately.

Jennifer saw the instructions on the counter, labeled "Care and maintenance of

your slut." She read how she was to bathe for the next two weeks. Following

the instructions, she gave herself a sponge bath, making sure not to get her

incisions wet. She gazed into the mirror one last time, before wrapping

herself up in the towel.

Crying and distraught by what had been done to her, she walked out of the

bathroom, and headed for 'her' bed. Then she heard that voice again, the one

from her nightmares.

"Hey slut, the fella's tell me that they taught you how to give a blow job.

Get over here and prove it." he said, sitting in a chair on the side of the

room.

Jennifer looked at him in shock. Sitting there, gazing lewdly at her, was the

man that her husband had called Nate. She found it hard to believe that the

person that she had spent so many long hours chatting with, would have done

the things to her that this man had. In their online chats, he had been

charming and romantic, telling her that he was a teacher and a coach. She had

found him to be sweet and funny. The two had chatted about everything. This

man knew more about her than anyone else ever had. She had told him things

that she could never have told another living soul. She felt good telling him

what she had, telling herself that she was just pretending, and it was all

make believe. She had thought that no one would ever know it was her, she

hadn't even used her real name.

Now, here he was, demanding a blow job from her. She knew that she had no

choice, so she quietly walked over to him and dropped to her knees.

"Lose the fucking towel slut!" he ordered her.

Without hesitation, Jennifer pulled the towel from around her body, and let it

drop to the floor beside her. She pulled his cock free from his pants, using

only her mouth, as she had been taught to do. As she took his cock into her

mouth, and began to suck it, he took out his cell phone and made a call.

Jennifer paid no attention to his phone conversation, as she concentrated her

efforts on giving him a blow job. He ran his hands through her hair, as he

spoke on the phone. Occasionally he would give her directions, on how to make

it better for him. Although she wanted to tell him to do it himself, she

followed his instructions without saying a word.

She sucked on his cock for what seemed like hours. She felt ill, knowing that

she was taking this stranger's cock into her throat, of her own volition.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, he fired his sperm deep into her mouth.

She swallowed it as best as she could, gagging on the thick globs of the goo

that were sliding down her throat.

After cleaning him up adequately, and putting his dick away, she stood up. He

ordered her to follow him, as he walked out of the room. She picked up the

towel, and started to follow this monster who had just defiled her. Turning to

her, he told her to leave the towel and do as she was told.

Naked, she followed him back to the table in the other room. He ordered her to

sit down, and shut up, as he walked into the adjoining room. She heard the

muffled conversation from the other room, but was unable to hear what was

being said. In front of her, the television was on CNN news. While reading the

headline ticker, she saw that it was now just after 2:00 PM, Thursday afternoon,

and she realized that she had been out of it since Monday. After several

minutes, he walked back into the room, and took a seat across the table from

the tortured young wife.

"So slut, how do you like what we've done with you so far?" Nate asked.

"I hate it and I hate you! Why don't you just kill me and be done with it, you

bastard!" Jennifer shot back at him angrily, no longer worried about what

might happen to her.

"Well that's what I expected. As to killing you, there's no money in that.

However, as to what I have planned for you, well I'm hoping to make a mint on

that. But rest assured, if it becomes more profitable to just kill you, I

won't hesitate to kill you, and your family, you little slut!" he fired back

at her.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me? You seemed so nice, and now you're doing

these horrible things to me! Why?" Jennifer cried.

"Simple slut, in my business, I need a special kind of woman, and fresh faces.

I've used the chat rooms to find all kinds of women. I judge what I can get

out of them. It's always about the money. It makes the world go around you

know." he said laughing at her.

"If you follow my instructions, and do as you're told, you'll make it out of

this alive. I'll even let you go back to your husband, and your old boring

life. If he won't take you back, I'm sure with your new training, you'll be

able to make some other man very happy. However, if you fight me on this, you

might live to regret it, but I doubt it slut." he said in the most serious of

tones.

Jennifer dropped her head in defeat. She wondered what else was in store for

her. She looked up to see one of the men, Tony it was, bringing in two plates

full of food. At that moment, she realized just how hungry she really was,

having not eaten anything since Sunday evening.

Tony placed the plate full of pasta in front of her, and one in front of Nate.

Looking at her, Nate told her to eat, and she dug in greedily. After finishing

her food, and having seconds, Nate had her follow him into another room. It

was a gym. There was another man waiting for them, that she didn't recognize.

She was ordered to give him a blow job, 'to wash down her meal'.

Doing as she was told, Jennifer sucked the man off. Thankfully he lost his

load quickly in her mouth. After she cleaned him up, he instructed her on

different exercises. She was told to do these exercises, in order to "tighten"

up her almost perfect body. Jennifer spent two hours in the gym exercising.

She was then taken into the kitchen, where she was told to blow Tony and the

talker, as she still thought of him, as she still didn't know his name.

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Jennifer had been gone for five days when I answered my front door. Jenna

stood there in the doorway, and asked if she could come in. Looking at the

blonde standing in my door way, my jaw dropped. She was wearing a tight tube

top, that was skin tight around her huge tits. The skirt that she wore left

nothing to the imagination and showed off all of her treasures.

I stepped back out of the way, allowing her in. Jenna sauntered into the room

seductively. She then sat on the couch, and crossed her legs erotically. I sat

across from her, and asked her what I owed the pleasure of her visit to. She

explained that Jennifer had called, and asked her to stop by to check up on

her daughter and me, and drop off her paycheck.

I sat there in shock, as I looked at Jennifer's paycheck. It was almost double

what we had expected. Before I could say a word, Jenna began to tell me how

good I was looking, and continued to shift her legs, as she gave me an

unbelievable show. I was shocked, as we talked for almost an hour. She kept

making subtle suggestions, about how lonely it must be for me, and how she

would like to help me out. I laughed at her jokes, and told her I would have

to be going, as I was taking our daughter to my parents for dinner.

When I got home from dinner, I put our daughter to bed, and got out the tapes

of Jennifer's weekend. Jenna's earlier visit had made me incredibly horny. I

placed the fourth of Jennifer's tapes in the VCR, and laid down on couch.

Moments after I had hit play button on the remote control, the screen came to

life.

There on the screen, I watched as Jennifer sat at a table, in what looked like

a bar. She sat between six large black men, who where all drinking heavily.

Jennifer just sat there, not drinking, in fact she never even said a word, as

the men talked amongst themselves. She was however sitting there smiling, and

looking quite content. Finally, the camera angled down, giving me a view of

what was happening under the table.

Jennifer was dressed in a halter top, and a red leather mini-skirt. As the

camera was panning under the table, I could see three different hands groping

her between her thighs, exploring her pussy. Her face was one of distant

pleasure, as her distorted brow reflected how the men's explorations were

affecting her. The camera showed fingers entering her cunt, while others

rubbed across her mound. She was at their mercy, as she was sitting on her

hands.

The men changed seats several times, allowing the others a chance to feel her

up. After several minutes, she was helped up onto the table, by several of the

men. One of the men whispered something into her ear, and then slapped her

roughly on the ass. Jennifer stood, and slowly began to move back and forth on

top of the table. As the men hollered their encouragement and directions to

her, she gyrated her hips more and more seductively.

Now into it, that she had begun to put on a spectacular show for the men at

her table, and the rest of the bar for that matter. As the camera zoomed

around the room, and then back to Jennifer, I noticed that other than Jennifer,

I saw only four other women in the topless bar, three of which looked to be

waitresses. The men, probably twenty or more of them, began to yell for her to

take it off.

Finally, doing as the men had requested, she slowly began to pull up her top,

revealing the lower globes of her chest. Then obviously thinking better of it,

she stopped, and then pulled it down. She then started to get down from the

table apparently ashamed of what she had almost done, and scared. She had a

scared look on her face, and a realization of what she had almost done, when

one of the black men at the table slapped her ass roughly, and demanded that

she continue dancing. She refused, and tried to climb down on the other side,

but she was then slapped by a man on that side of the table. Having no place

else to go, she stood back up on the table, and as she was ordered to do, she

began to gyrate slowly for them again.

Her performance now looked taxed, and didn't meet with the men's approval, as

she had before. They began booing her and chanting for her to take it off

again. She looked around the room, as if looking for some way to escape from

the horde of now angry and horny men. As her gyrations slowed, the men's anger

grew. Suddenly a hand reached around and grabbed her arm, as she was pulled

down from the top of the table.

I watched as she was carried atop an ocean of arms, to come to rest atop a

pool table. She struggled against the men, but they held her arms and legs

securely. Arms began running across her body, white and black arms mixed

together.

I watched as her clothes where ripped from her body by the men. Her screams

for help were drowned out by the growing cheers and jeers of the men. In just

moments, one of the black man had shoved his cock deep into her wide spread

cunt. He pounded her for several minutes, before he gave a grunt, and then

pulled out of her. He was quickly followed by another man, who was much

rougher on her. He pounded into her with such force, that he seemed like he

was trying to drive her right through the pool table. Her screams of pain

could be heard only softly, over the group's growing howls.

I watched in disbelief, as tears ran down her face, as the savage rammed his

weapon into her. I was afraid for her, yet at the same time I was aroused by

what they were doing to her. The man between her legs was yelling profanities

at her, and spit dripped from his lips onto her body. He was possessed, as he

ravished her. He finally pulled away from her, slapping her thighs roughly

before letting the next man in. After this brute, the rest of them seemed

tame, as one after another, they mounted my wife and raped her. To her credit,

she never stopped trying to escape. She fought back and had to be held down to

the very last man who raped her.

Released by the men, now that she had sexually satisfied every man in the room,

Jennifer rolled off of the table, and fell to the floor, as the tape ended. I

went to bed having enjoyed my wife's movie greatly.

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Two weeks had passed since Jennifer had awakened to find herself modified and

transformed. She had gotten into a routine. She started her day out by giving

Nick or Nate, or whoever he really was, a long blow job. Then onto the gym and

another blow job before her workout. She exercised for two hours in the

morning, before her breakfast, and two more hours after dinner. She would suck

every man in the house, and everyone who stopped by during the day. On the

average day, that meant that she gave a dozen blow jobs, and on some, as many

as eighteen. She had become an expert at getting a man to shoot his load off

in her mouth quickly. Although she still hated it, and found it disgusting,

she had gotten over her gag reflex and was now easily accepting any man's cock

into her throat. The taste of a man's cum however, still made her want to

vomit, although she had learned to accept it.

Exercising was surprisingly the most difficult part of her day, the sensations

of her clit being rubbed by her engorged cunt lips drove her crazy, and it

also humiliated her. She wondered how long this routine would continue.

Chapter 7

Jennifer had been gone for two and half weeks now, and I was missing her more

than I can express to you. Her friend Jenna's continual visits by the house

made it even worse. I would have sworn that Jenna was trying to seduce me now

on a daily basis. Her offers to watch our daughter or take me out for a movie

or dinner had become increasingly more difficult to say no to. After her

latest visit, I retrieved the fifth of Jennifer's tapes.

As the tape began to play I settled in, not knowing what to expect. As the

tape started I saw my wife on what looked like a hospital bed, her arms and

legs strapped down to the bed. She was awake and coherent it appeared. Her

mouth was gagged, and I could hear her whimpering under the large red ball

stuffed in her mouth.

A man wearing scrubs walked up and began taking measurements of her breasts. He

used a tape measure and took several still photographs of her, as she pulled

at the straps holding her down. He moved around, using wax pencils to draw on

her breasts and a small metal calipers on her nipples. Throughout his scrutiny

of her chest, the camera made a point to show the man's face. Finally after

he had made several notes in a folder, he stood and the camera was shut off.

When the image on the screen flicked back on, it was of Jennifer, now with her

legs strapped to the stirrups and spread wide apart. I noticed that she was no

longer awake, and that her mouth, no longer gagged, was now covered by a clear

mask of some kind. Obviously supplying some type of gas to her.

The man in scrubs was now seated between her wide spread legs, and had begun

taking measurements of her pussy. He measured the length and width of her

slit. Then using the caliper like device, began measuring the width of her

cunt lips. He was exacting, making measurements every few centimeters, and then

carefully making notes of them. He then pulled a speculum out, and applying a

small amount of lubricant to it, slid it in her cunt. He opened it up, and

using a small flashlight, looked inside at my wife's precious pussy. After

taking several notes, and having several looks inside of her, he closed the

device and slid it back out. Next he picked up a thin metal tube, and slid it

inside Jennifer's twat. He pulled the tub back, and began playing with some

controls off camera. I watched enthralled, as a balloon like device began to

enlarge inside of her. I could see it filling her to the limits. He took more

notes, and shook his head, as he deflated the thing from within her, and

pulled it free of her body. He immediately lubricated the metal tub again, and

inserted the device ever so carefully into her anus. It took no time at all

before he stopped the filling balloon, having reached the limits that she

could accept. He wrote some more notes down, and then, after fiddling with the

controls some more, pulled the tube free of her ass, but left the balloon

still inflated inside of her ass.

The man in the scrubs then stood and removed the mask covering her face. He

sat down made a few more notes, then stood up and dropped his green scrubs. He

began stroking his cock with his right hand, as his left scrubbed the pencil

marks off of Jennifer's breasts with an alcohol pad. As he rubbed the cool pad

across her breasts, her nipples hardened and stood erect, as her head began to

turn from side to side. As she began to awaken, the man in the scrub's moved

in closer, between her legs, rubbing the head of his cock against her pussy,

and poking at the balloon still inside of her ass. As her eyes opened, her

face distorted with the look of pain.

"Get it out! Oh God get it out! I have to... Oh God get it out." she cried, as

she tossed her head from side to side, with tears beginning to roll down her

face. I heard the man in the scrubs begin laughing, even as she cried

hysterically. He closed the distance between them and pushed his cock into her

cunt.

He felt the pressure from the balloon in her ass, and heard her screams of

pain as he impaled her, time and time again. He pulled his cock free each time,

before jabbing it back into her. Jennifer screaming in pain with each of his

thrusts.

"No! Stop! I need to use the restroom.... Oh God please stop! Stop!

Pleaseeeee!!" she would scream.

Finally the man in the scrub's spoke "Let's see how that tight ass of your's

feels." He leered down at her. "No I have to go. Please let me use the

restroom!" she cried.

"Don't worry, you don't need to use the restroom. You where given an enema

before we began. The pressure that you feel now is nothing compared to what

your about to feel." he warned her menacingly.

He reached out, and pulling a needle from the tray next him, moved it between

her legs. He pulled his cock from her pussy one last time, and as the camera

zoomed in, he pushed the needle into the balloon, or what ever it was still

inside of her ass. As the balloon thing burst, I saw what looked to be some

type of gas whooshing out of her ass, as her sphincter collapsed around the

burst plastic device.

Scrub grabbed a string, sticking out of her butt, and pulled the remnants of

the balloon from her ass. The camera zoomed in on Jennifer's face, as relief

swept over her, then, while still zoomed on her face, her expression changed

again. The look on her face now was one of terror and pain, as the camera

zoomed back down between her legs.

Scrub had begun to push his cock into her now vacant ass. Her screams, even on

the tape, were almost deafening. I was unable to make out any of her cries,

but I was drawn to the image on the screen, as this man's cock slowly, ever so

slowly worked it's way into my wife's tightly puckered ass hole. His progress

was slow but steady. During the first few minutes, he had only pushed in the

first two inches of what looked like a six inch cock.

As he began to move his cock in and out, no more than a half inch in either

direction, her screams never relented. His progress seemed to increase now,

with his sawing action technique, and over the next few minutes, he had buried

his entire six inch cock inside of her ass.

Jennifer's cries continued, but her voice was now hoarse and cracked. But even

seeing the pain that she was going through, I was as aroused as I had ever

been. I heard the moan escape from Scrub's mouth, and in seconds I saw the

white jism being pushed out of her ass, with each additional thrust back into

her butt. He went on and plowed into her until he moaned again, and let loose

another load of his seed into her. The picture faded to black, showing no

more about what was happening to her.

Jennifer awoke, now over two and a half weeks into her ordeal, she had sadly

had grown accustomed to her treatment, and what was expected of her. She knew

that today would be nothing different. After getting up, she took her morning

shower, expecting to have to give Nick his morning blow job. As she walked out

nude, except for her high heeled shoes, from the bathroom, she saw three

strangers and Nick in her room.

Nick said, "Your name is Melinda Licks, and you've never done anything like

this before, but you are looking forward to it."

Jennifer was surprised by this. As she looked around, she saw one man holding

a microphone over her head, while another was focusing a camera on her, while

yet another sat next to Nick. She was handed a small white tank top, that had

some studios name printed in black on the front of it. She didn't take the

time to read the name, she simply put it on. Next she was handed a neon green

g-string, and a pair of black hot pants. She slipped into the clothes as

quickly as she could.

She was almost blinded, as the light on top of the camera came to life. She

had already applied her makeup, as she had been forced to do right after her

shower, every morning for the last two weeks, but couldn't help but to think

that she would have done a better job of it, if she knew that there would be

someone with a camera here today. She immediately got mad at herself for 

thinking that way, as she knew why the camera must be there.

The man next to Nick began to speak. Jennifer hadn't caught his name, as he

went on about her audition. He asked her what her name was.

"Melinda Licks." she said unsure of herself.

"And this is your first video?" The man asked her.

Looking over at Nick, who was nodding his head, she said "Yes."

"So before today, what's the most number of men that you've been with at one

time?"

Looking over at Nick again, she saw him holding up two fingers. "Two." she

replied.

"So how many men have you ever had sex with before today?"

Again, she looked over to Nick for the answer, but he just shrugged his

shoulders. "Five or Six." she replied. Her answer amused him, causing Nick to

smile to himself, as he wondered what the true number now really was.

"And how do you like anal sex?"

Once again she looked over to Nick for the answer, however he just looked back

at her, as though he to wanted the answer himself.

"Well I have never, well, done it before. I think it sounds painful, and I

don't think it that it would be something that I would be comfortable with."

she replied, as honestly as she knew how, not remembering her previous

encounter with having been taken anally.

The interviewer looked at Nick who in turned gave Jennifer an angry glare.

"But you would be willing to try it for us, wouldn't you?" the man asked.

Looking at Nick, she saw his angry nod, and knowing that she should answer

in the affirmative said, "Yes, uh, it sounds good to me." hoping to appease

Nick after upsetting him.

Her answer seemed to lighten the grim look on Nick's face, if only a little

bit.

"So I have some people who would like to meet you. Are you ready to get

started?" the man asked, as she watched Nick's face.

He nodded approvingly, and so she answered. "Yes I uh, well I can't wait."

trying to please her angry master.

"Good just put this on, and we can get right down to business then, sweet

thing." Her interviewer said, handing her a black blindfold, with white

lettering on it.

As soon as Jennifer had the blindfold on, she heard the interviewer say, "Okay,

just turn around, and let's go out here."

She felt his hands on her shoulder, as he led her from her room. After a few

moments she felt herself bump up against what she thought was a leather couch

and then she was told, "Okay put your knees up on there."

Jennifer had no idea what to expect, but told herself nothing would shock her.

Just as that thought crossed her mind, she felt several pairs of hands begin

to explore her body. She shuddered as her boobs where pinched, her ass patted,

and a thumb slipped into her mouth. She then heard, in unison, "Hello Melinda."

She was unable to make out how many voices greeted her made up name. Meekly

she replied "Hello." She felt her head pulled forward, as someone said. "Open

up."

She had only begun to open her mouth, when she felt the first cock of the day

slip inside of her oral cavity. She began to suck it, as expertly as she had

been trained to do, and as she felt his first jerk, he pulled free of her

mouth. No sooner had this dick pulled out, than another took it's place. She

knew that she was now sucking on a second man, and tried to concentrate on

that job, even as many other hands continued to explore her body.

She found her ass slapped playfully, time and time again. Her tank top had

been lifted up to expose her breasts, as they where kneaded back and forth by

an unknown quantity of men that she would have to pleasure. The second cock

was pulled from her mouth, and replaced by two more. Although she had learned

how to please one man orally over the last two plus weeks, she had never tried

to pleasure two men at the same time before. She found her mouth and jaw now

stretched to the limits, trying to take them both at once, into her mouth.

Her hot pants had been unzipped, and hands had wondered into them. She heard

the direction to stand up, and as she did, she felt her shorts being pulled

down, and as they pulled free of her legs, she found herself being pushed back

down, while the tank top was pulled up and off over her head. She found herself

once again leaning over the couch, where she was immediately slapped in the

face with another cock to suck.

As she sucked it into her mouth, she could feel the g-string that she wore

being pulled to one side, as fingers slid into her over sensitive pussy. She

had not had any vaginal sex since the modifications had been made to her body.

The fingers had begun to stimulate her, much to her dismay. She felt sick to

know that the arousal that she was feeling was out of her control. She found

herself moaning in between strokes of the new cock going in and out of her

mouth, and she was now sucking on it voraciously.

Then she felt it. She knew it was only a matter of time, and that time had now

come. Her back arched from the sensations running through her body, as the

massive cock slid into her cunt. She was now in a sexual hell. She had never

felt such extreme feelings racking her body with such intense pleasure before.

The cock now sliding in and out her cunt, sent shivers across every inch of

her skin, and through all the bones in her body. She moaned loudly, unable

to control herself.

Her body, quaking with pleasure, made her loose her train of thought, and thus

she neglected the cock that was still in her mouth. She then found herself

brought back to that task, as the owner of the dick began to slap her face

with it. She began sucking on cock now, virtually on auto-pilot, unaware of

when one cock was removed, and another took it's place. she was lost in the

pleasurable feelings running through her body, as she felt dick after dick

slid into her cunt. It seemed like an endless line of dicks would slide in and

out of her cunt, and she had no idea how many there were. She would hear

directions from different voices, and tried to follow them as best as she

could.

She never even realized that at some points, that she had been sitting on one

leg, while a man would hold the other high in the air, to give the camera a

better view of the action of the cocks sliding in and out of her cunt. She had

been positioned in many different ways for the three cameras to get the best

shots of her sexual encounters, and now found herself lying on top of a man,

his cock buried in her cunt. Her arms gripping the back of the couch, as she

sucked on the man standing behind it. She found herself so caught up in the

action, that she almost didn't feel the intrusion at her sphincter, until it

had almost penetrated her outer bud.

The cock, with lubricant dripping off of it, slipped easily into her ass hole.

Jennifer felt the pressure of the dick in her ass, but could only huff and

moan, as their was a cock still stuffed inside of her mouth. As the trio began

to pound it home inside of her, she felt completely filled, and the pressure

inside of her ass made her try to jump off of the man that she was sitting on.

Knowing that she would try to vault, Nick held her down sternly, having been

the first to penetrate her new cunt, and now the first to enter her ass today.

As he neared his orgasm, Nick pulled out of his new star, and took position at

her mouth, as she was slid over to lie on top of another man's cock. As soon

as the man under her had made several strokes into her cunt, burying himself

deeply inside of her, she felt her head lowered, in order to suck yet another

dick.

She took Nick's cock into her mouth, his dick now dripping from a combination

of his own juices, as well as those from Jennifer's ass and cunt. She sucked

on his dick, almost immune from the vile goo that coated it. She was to

preoccupied by having another man shove his cock into her ass.

As the young women was being tripled teamed by the gang of men, having all

three of her holes filled at the same time, for the first time in her life,

the camera zoomed in on her face, catching her tears, as they streaked down

her face.

Her eyes closed, trying to deal with her situation as best as she could, not

wanting to anger Nick, and was unaware that the blindfold had been removed

from her eyes. She found herself triple teamed, with her sitting on top of a

man's lap six times in a row. She began to grow used to the pressure of having

two cocks in her bottom at a time.

She found herself lifted up off of the couch, as someone completely lifted her

into the air. Opening her eyes for the first time, she looked around to find

the she was surrounded by about 15 men. The man holding her up in the air,

with the help of two others, lowered her onto his cock, as he held her three

feet above the ground. With the help of the others, he began lifting and

dropping her up and down on his cock.

Jennifer felt someone else move in behind her, as another cock was gently slid

into her cunt as well. She began to scream in pain, as the second cock now

forced its way into her cunt, as she was lowered onto it. After the sixth or

seventh time that she was lowered onto the two cocks inside of her cunt, the

pain began to subside, and became just a dull ache.

After the men bobbed her up and down on their dicks for several minutes, she

felt the man behind her pull out. She was then lifted slightly higher. Then,

as she looked down behind her, she saw the large black cock that her ass hole

was being lowered onto. She was forced to ride the men for another five minutes

before she found herself tossed back onto the couch.

Now lying on the couch, her legs spread wide, she had little choice but to lay

there and smile, as Nick commanded her to do, as each man took his turn

fucking her, in either her cunt or her ass hole, before shooting their seed

onto her face and tits.

When it was all over and done with, Jennifer found herself surrounded by the

men, covered in their cum, which was pooled on her face and tits. As

instructed, she waved to the camera, and said good bye, as she ran her fingers

across her tits, scooping up some cum, and then putting it in her mouth, where

she would then suck her fingers clean.

Okay you can go shower, then we'll eat before we get started this afternoon.

Jennifer happily ran to go clean herself off, even as she worried about what

he meant by that.

End chapter 8



    

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