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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 « 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.

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

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.

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

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