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Enslaved (M+F, FF, bond)
by Anonymous Author - 1995

*

    It  was a cool gray, November afternoon.  I was walking  down 
the  quiet,  suburban street I lived on, on the way  to  Gloria's 
house.  It was fairly windy, a gust whipped up and I had to reach 
down  to  hold my skirt.  I suppose my modesty wasn't  really  in 
jeopardy  but the skirt was considerably shorter than what I  was 
used to wearing.  

    Gloria had asked me to help her with a party she was throwing 
for  Dave's (her husband's) boss.  He had just started a new  job 
she  really wanted to make a good impression.   Part of  his  new 
responsibilities  included  entertaining customers.   Gloria  was 
going to hire several college girls to serve food and drinks  and 
suggested that maybe I would want to help out, and in return  she 
would  forget  the $65.00 I had borrowed earlier that  month.   I 
quickly agreed, and besides the party sounded like fun.  

Gloria  thought about renting maids uniforms for us  but  decided 
against  it,  then  she  asked us to  wear  matching  skirts  and 
blouses,  she  was making up.  She had called me earlier  in  the 
week  and told me that mine was almost ready, I had gone over  to 
her  place  to try the skirt on.  I was  uncomfortable  with  how 
short  it  was but she laughed it off, reminding me  that  I  was 
about  20  years behind the times.  I didn't want to  appear  too 
prudish,  I didn't know any of these people and wouldn't  be  the 
only  one  dressed like this, besides it was no worse  than  what 
many other women were wearing these days; so I agreed to wear it.  


     I  had to admit the outfit didn't look too bad on me, a  red 
and  black  checked skirt, white blouse, red  scarf,  black  high 
heels and suntan panty hose.  It may have looked all right but it 
wasn't designed to protect me from the November gusts I  shivered 
and hurried along the sidewalk.

    When  Gloria met me at the door, she laughed and asked me  if 
it  was going to snow.  We stood on the porch and  discussed  the 
overcast weather for a moment, until she noticed I was shivering.  
We stepped inside to begin preparations for the evening.   Gloria 
was  busy  on the phone so I did most of  the  straightening  up, 
setting up the buffet, etc.  

     About 5:00, a pretty young girl came to the door wearing the 
same  outfit I was wearing.  We introduced each other; Paula  was 
going  to help me serve.  She seemed nice, pert, maybe  a  little 
flakey,  but  friendly  enough and I had to  admit  in  that  her 
figure, in the outfit looked smashing.  She told me she was a  19 
year old student at a nearby JC.  
Š
     I said goodbye to Gloria's kids; Pete and Chris,  16 and  14 
respectively.  They were going to their own party that night,  so 
they  wouldn't  be  disturbed by ours.  They  were  actually  the 
reason  for  my friendship with Gloria.  Chris  was  my  daughter 
Karen's   best friend.  And Pete was Karen's boyfriend.   He  had 
always scared me, I thought he might be too "mature" for her, but 
what could I do?
 
    Gloria  came down about 7:30.  Dave had just gotten home  and 
the guests had started arriving.  Mostly couples, mid-twenties to 
early forties, they were quite well dressed.  There were about 25 
people in all, including Paula and me.  I was introduced to  most 
of  the guests and was flattered by the interest all took  in  me 
although a little uncomfortable.  

     The women were less friendly, maybe even condescending.   It 
seems  that  Gloria had mentioned something about me to  most  of 
them.   I  was  involved in putting away the  guests'  coats  and 
serving  drinks.  At one point I walked by the kitchen and  heard 
Gloria on the phone.  Something caught my attention and I  froze, 
listening  to  the conversation......"36 years  old,  married,  3 
kids,  5'6",  120lbs,  green eyes, brown hair, she  has  no  idea 
what's going on.  This bitch has never even thought about  anyone 
other than her husband."

     With  that the person on the other end of  the  conversation 
must   have  said  something,  for  Gloria  was  quiet.   I   was 
dumbfounded, she couldn't be talking about me?? 

     About then she looked up and noticed me standing there.  She 
looked  startled but recovered well, "What are you doing?  Dammit 
Joan this is personal I'd appreciate it if"........

     I  turned and went back into the living room;  the  incident 
seemed  strange  but I really didn't think it  was  important,  I 
could  talk to Gloria aboit it later.  I didn't think she  really 
had been talking about me.
 
      I  went  into the living room.  It was quite large,  with  a 
fireplace  in the center.  They had used furniture to  divide  it 
into two "rooms"; a family room and a more formal living room.  I 
went  to the buffet table set up in the ajoining dining room  and 
started helping  Paula serve.  Occasionally one of us would carry 
around  a  tray  of  drinks.  I was  starting  to  feel  slightly 
uncomfortable, and  out of place.  

     There  was an air of excitement in the room but  whenever  I 
got near enough to a group to hear or join in the conversation it 
seemed  to  die;  sudden pauses,  pregnant  silences  etc.   This 
happened  several  times and I was wondering what was  going  on.  
Paula  seemed to fit right in though.  When she brought around  a 
tray I saw her laughing with the main group.  One of the men  put 
his arm around in a manner that suggested they had not just  met.  
Several of them including Paula looked over in my direction as if 
appraising  me, then Paula walked over and offered to relieve  me 
for a while.  This went on until about 9:30.
 
    Dave  came over and took my arm, "there's someone I want  you 
to  meet".   He  introduced  me to Craig,  his  boss,  and  Phil, 
Gloria's  brother.   Both men seemed seriously interested  in  my 
life, my family, job etc. and were really probing me for details.  
This seemed strange too but a welcome relief from the  alienation 
I had been feeling up to this point.  I took a glass of wine  and 
began to loosen up.

    About half an hour later Gloria gathered all the guests  back 
into the living room, saying "It's time folks".  

     Everyone  seemed quite excited and I wondered, "What in  the 
world?"

     I  was on my second glass of wine, (I almost  never  drink),  
and was getting slightly lightheaded. Phil gently took the  glass 
out  of my hands, took my arm firmly and guided me to the  living 
room.   The  chairs  and couches had been rearranged  in  a  semi 
circle  in  front of the fireplace.  In the center,  a  long  low 
coffee table sat.  The guests were seated or standing around  the 
table.  Phil guided me to the front.  I was confused but held his 
arm.  Gloria stood in front of the table facing everyone.
 
    "This  is  something  I have been looking forward  to  for  a 
while.  Joan has been interested in Indian rights for some  time.  
She  doesn't  know it but tonight she is going  to  help  collect 
money for the cause", she said. 

     There was a general outbreak of laughter at that.  I decided 
that  I  would prefer to be standing in the back and  started  to 
move but found my arms suddenly grabbed.  I froze.  

     "Bring her up here," Gloria commanded. 

     Paula and Jan (a friend of mine from Garden Club) each  took 
one  arm and pulled me up onto the coffee table.  I resisted  but 
not too hard, not knowing what was coming.  I was turned so  that 
I  faced the group, my arms still held, and with my hair  wrapped 
around  Paula's hand,  she forced my head around so I was  facing 
the group.  
 
    Gloria smiled at me and told me to relax, "This won't be  too 
bad.  We're just going to auction off some clothing".   The  room 
erupted with laughter.  I was numb, too shocked to scream.  

     Gloria  stood  next  to the table "What do I  hear  for  her 
scarf?"  Someone offered $1.00, someone else offered $2.00.   The 
bidding went up to $5.00.  At that time Gloria accepted the  bid, 
and reached for me, ripping the scarf from around my neck.  

     I  screamed,  and a hand was clamped around my  mouth.   The 
scarf was forced down my throat and with my arms held tightly,  I 
couldn't get it out.  People started to sit down, they all looked 
like they knew what was going to happen.  

     "Next  item  up  is  her blouse!"  There  was  some  cursory 
bidding,  Gloria  backed  up  close  to  the  table.   I  saw  an 
opportunity and tried to kick her.  That was a mistake.  Phil and 
Craig  grabbed both legs.  They each took hold of an  ankle.   AS 
they held my legs, they rubbed their hands up and down my  thighs 
and up under my skirt, much to the amusement of the other guests.  
I was sobbing in my humiliation but there was no escape.  
 
    After a little more bidding my blouse was removed.  Phil made 
the  high  bid,  and took it off himself.  They bent  me  over  a 
little so that his face was level with mine.  He reached out  and 
ripped  my blouse down the front, he jerked my arms out, I  tried 
to cover up but Jan twisted my arm until I gagged.  I relaxed and 
they straightened me back up.  

     I  was held there, up on the table with just my bra  on.   I 
went blank for a moment, the only other man who had ever seen  me 
like this was Tom......

     I never in my worst dreams imagined this could ever  happen.  
Paula  fingered  a gold chain I was wearing.  It  had  a  diamond 
pendant.    Tom  had  given  it  to  me  for  our  12th   wedding 
anniversary.  It was sold for $5.00.  It was ripped off my  neck, 
the chain  breaking at the clasp, and ripping my neck.  

     Gloria  told Paula to hold up my ring finger so  my  wedding 
band could be examined, "She won't be needing that tonight".  

     It went for a few dollars.  I was still kind of in shock,  I 
was sobbing but was still unbelieving.  These things really don't 
happen.  

     Again  Gloria stepped up.  She reached out and  snapped  the 
strap  on  my  bra.  "What do I hear for this  fine  Maiden  Form 
Brassiere?"....  

     The  other  guests all laughed at her sarcasm,  they  talked 
among themselves, but most of the attention was riveted on me.  

     The  bidding went on.  My bra was sold for  $20.00.   Gloria 
didn't make any move to remove it though, and I was shaking  like 
a leaf, wondering what next?  

Š     "Whoever  correctly guesses what size this item of  clothing 
is shall have the privilege of removing it.  However an incorrect 
guess costs $5.00".  

     She  reached  back and looked at the tag and  laughed,  "Not 
bad. Who's your plastic surgeon?".

     I was turned and poked by several guys "So they could have a 
fightin' chance of guessing right".  

     Several  people tried guessing, on the third  guess  Steve's 
wife Marie said 36D, and Gloria smiled...."We have a winner".  

     Marie "Graciously allowed" Steve to remove the bra.  He took 
his time.  He poked, rubbed and fondled me to the delight of  the 
crowd  for  about  five minutes.  I had  lost  control  by  then, 
sobbing hysterically.  Finally he removed it, and his hands.  

    I  had  noticed  earlier  that  several  people  had  brought 
camera's  with  them,  now it looked that everyone  had.   I  was 
turned and twisted to pose for these people, my hair  practically 
ripped out of my head to force me to look into the cameras.  

     Paula  reached  down, still holding one arm  and  ripped  my 
skirt up to my waist, flashbulbs popped.  They didn't bother with 
the formality of auctioning my skirt, it disappeared in a frenzy, 
and I passed out.


    When I came to, I was spreadeagled - on my back on the coffee 
table,  feet tied, each to a leg, arms held back over my head  by 
Paula and Jan, and surrounded by the guests. Gloria was  slapping 
my face.  

     When I opened my eyes she smiled "She's ready now" 

     Craig  was  standing at my feet.  His  wife  ritualistically 
unbuttoned  his trousers and pulled them down.  She caressed  his 
penis but it was already throbbing, so he didn't need much help.  

     When  he entered me it was rough.  I screamed into  the  gag 
and everyone broke into hysterical laughter.  Craig even  stopped 
and  smiled, but not for long.  He had intercourse with  me  more 
roughly  than  I ever imagined possible.  Each stroke  seemed  to 
burn itself into my insides.  I looked up once into his eyes  and 
saw  a terrible fury there.  When he was done He pulled  out  and 
stood up,  

     He  moved  to the head of the table and stood  over  me  his 
penis  dripping into my face.  He put one foot on the table  next 
to my face, and motioned Paula and Jan to pose on either side  of 
him  like a champion race car driver being congratulated after  a 
victory while his wife took several snapshots.  

     They also each put a leg up on the table, their nyloned legs 
flanking him as Marion took the shots.  I tried to cover up,  Jan 
grabbed  an arm and I was jerked back into a  helpless  position.  
After  Craig,  the  other men began taking  turns  on  me.   They 
blended into one another I was only semi-aware when one was  done 
and another started.
 
     I blacked out again.  I was thinking about Tom and Karen  my 
14  year  old, (and Pete's girlfriend).  I imagined  myself  with 
them  on  the  beach during our last vacation.  I  was  warm  and 
comfortable.  In my dream I was warm and comfortable, I thought I 
saw my son coming towards me with a cold coke.  He threatened  to 
pour it on me.

    I  awoke  with  a start to look up into Steve's  face  as  he 
rubbed  a  cold bottle of beer against my  crotch.   Things  were 
quieter, the lights had been turned off in this end of the  room, 
there were several candles lit.  I was no longer gagged nor  held 
down.   Steve  helped untie my ankles and his wife  Marie  gently 
guided  me  to a couch.  I noticed that most of the  guests  were 
gone, there were several couples sitting at the other end of  the 
room talking with Gloria and Dave but they paid us no  attention.  

     Marie  helped me gather my shoes, panty hose, bra  and  what 
was  left of my blouse.  My panties were nowhere to be found.   I 
put  on my panty hose and with Marie's help my shoes  and  skirt.  
Steve  was  still  holding my blouse  and  bra.   Gloria  noticed 
something and walked down to our end of the room.  "Steve let  me 
help  you with that stuff, It's not fit for Joan to wear  anymore 
so let's just chuck it".  

     With that Steve frowned but handed her the clothing and  she 
tossed it into the fireplace where it disappearred in a temporary 
resurgence of the dying fire.  
 
    Marie and Steve both looked a little sympathetic, they sat on 
the couch on either side of me.  They were both quite gentle, and 
after  the last hours I clung to that.  The room was warm  but  I 
was  still  shaking  uncontrollably.  Steve held me  to  stop  my 
shaking.  For the first time I could remember I stopped sobbing.  

     I didn't resist when Steve cupped one breast.  He was gentle 
and I felt a little safer being held.  Marie spoke up.  "I  saved 
your wedding ring for you,  want it back?  

     "Listen," Marie continued,  "Steve has a fantasy about this, 
would you be willing to help him live it?  It's a lot easier than 
what you've already been through tonight".  

     I  nodded agreement silently.  I knew I had no choice and  I 
was  more  comfortable  here than I would  have  been  if  Gloria 
noticed  me again.  And they were so kind, I wanted  to  preserve 
that desparately.
 
    Steve reached for my hand and held it while Marie slipped the 
ring  on my ring finger.  Steve unzipped his pants  and  motioned 
for me to pull his penis out.  I hesitated but when Marie started 
to  move  I reached for it.  I took it out, It  was  hard  almost 
immediately.  

     Marie  guided  me  to the floor in front of  Steve  where  I 
knelt.  She pushed my face down into his crotch and I  understood 
I was to take him in my mouth.  I gagged but did it.  

     After  a  few moments she pulled my  head back and  told  me 
that if I wanted to I could just use my hand but I would have  to 
let  him come in my face.  Dumbly I cooperated.  I was in a  kind 
of shock.  

     Everytime I tried to use my right hand she stopped me, I was 
to  only use my left.  When he came he spurted in my face and  on 
my hand which went up to protect my eyes.  He came a lot,  it was 
warm and felt smooth against my skin.
 
    Flashbulbs  popped.  I looked left and there were  Paula  and 
Gloria  both recording this moment for posterity.  Me topless, on 
my  knees, Steve's cock in my face and cum dripping off  my  face 
and hand (later I was to learn that it was dripping off my  ring, 
that  was  the  object of the  exercise).   When  Steve  finished 
cumming, Marie wiped his cock off with my other hand and replaced 
it in his pants.  They both got up as if I wasn't even there  and 
joined the other group.  

     I  heard a long burst of hysterical laughter.  Gloria  spoke 
up  as they left.  "Get on your feet and bring us some wine,  and 
see  if  anyone wants any dessert."  I complied, it  didn't  seem 
like there was anything else to do at the time.

    It was about 2:00 AM by then.  I served dessert and a  little 
wine  to  the remaining guests.  I was directed to  take  off  my 
skirt and kneel on the floor under the lamp where they could  all 
see  me,  until I was needed.  I complied.  I tried not  to  look 
into anyones' eyes, I was sobbing again but afraid of making  too 
much noise.  

     At one point Gloria got up and threw my skirt into the fire, 
she also grabbed the arm that I was using to cover my breasts and 
jerked  it  away.  "Don't you dare cover up".   After  that  they 
mostly ignored me in the conversation but would occasionally give 
me a look of disgust to insure I was aware of my condition.  
 
    For  awhile  I knelt there, leaning back  fully  exposing  my 
breasts to avoid Gloria's wrath.  I was thinking back through  my 
entire   relationship  with Gloria and Dave.  I  had  never  seen 
anything remotely comparing to their treatment of me tonight.   I 
had felt that Gloria was occasionally unnecessarily snippish with 
me, even rude, but she had always seemed to be a fairly  reliable 
friend.   I had confided in her about marital problems  etc.  and 
she in me.  

     Her  cruelty shocked me as did her blatant enjoyment  of  my 
subjugation.   I thought about Jan.  She had always been  a  good 
friend.   She was what men call a doll, small, excellent  figure, 
pretty face, dark complexion, attracted men like flies but seemed 
to ignore them.  

    Tonight she was acting extremely provocative, enjoying egging 
the  men on, and directing their energies towards me.   She  also 
enjoyed my subjugation.  I never even imagined that she could act 
like this.  
 
    About  3:30 Paula got up to leave and Gloria told me to  help 
her  with her coat.  Standing there in the hallway Paula  smiled, 
and  cruelly  told me that "I have really  enjoyed  the  evening, 
haven't you?"  

     She  laughed  and  told me that she had  made  a  deal  with 
Gloria, and I was the deal.  I would be hearing from her later in 
the week, and if I valued my family I would cooperate.  

     She  pulled  my necklace out of her pocket and told  me  she 
would  get  it fixed.  Maybe I could borrow  it  sometime....with 
that  she  stepped  out  the door and I was  left  alone  in  the 
hallway.  

     Dave came out and guided me to the basement, he pointed to a 
pile of blankets and said Gloria would be down in the morning.  I 
heard that door shut and the lock click into place.  Alone in the 
dark,  I  sobbed myself through the night but  didn't  sleep.   I 
relived the experience countless times.  

     Was  it real? Why? Why? Why? How could I face the  people  I 
knew.  How could I face Gloria and Dave, and the others I knew  I 
might see again?
 
    About  12  hours later The door opened and the  bright  light 
caused  me  to squint in pain.  Gloria came  down  carrying  some 
clothing  which  she dumped at my feet.  "Get up Joan!!  I'm  not 
going  to  waste time with unnecessary threats.  Suffice  to  say 
that I have affidavits from everyone who was here last night that 
you  got drunk and made a fool of yourself.  You made  passes  at 
every  man and when they were done you were begging for more.   I 
have  pictures  that  would ruin your  marriage  for  ever.   And 
finally if you don't want me to include Karen in our next Soiree, 
you'll  do as you are told.  I do require you to sign two  papers 
and  then I am going to let you go.  I know you won't  be  stupid 
enough to fight this but just in case."  
 
    I  looked  at the papers.  One said something to  the  effect 
that  I  had agreed to "Sell my body" for $65.00."  I  agreed  to 
serve  as  the  entertainment  at  an  "adult"  party  with   the 
understanding  that providing sexual favors would be part of  the 
deal.  

     She had me write my age, name, and measurements on the  form 
in my own handwriting.  She also had me write that I would gladly 
perform  fellatio and have intercourse with whosoever desired  at 
this  party.   And  that  I  understood  that  although  such  an 
agreement   was   illegal  it  would   suffice   to   prove   the 
voluntariness of any sexual activety.  

     I  managed to maintain my composure and although I shook,  I 
wrote  what  she  wanted.   After I  had  written  what  she  had 
originally  ordered,  she  smiled and said  let's  improve  this, 
"Write  that you are married and you know Tom your husband  would 
die  if he knew what you had done, so you asked your  husband  to 
leave you alone for the weekend."  

     Finally  she had me write a note to Tom on the back  of  the 
contract.   "Tom I decided to see what the rest of the world  was 
like.   I enjoyed what the 11 guys at that party did to me.   Ask 
Gloria for some snapshots."  I complied.  Gloria told me she  was 
sure that she would never have to use this paper.
 
    The  other form was a model release which covered the  entire 
night. It specifically mentioned that the photos were nude, I had 
posed voluntarily and that I assigned to Gloria the rights to  do 
what  she  desired with them including  publication.   The  total 
helplessness  of  the situation got to me.  I broke  into  tears.  
"Joan if you don't sign this in about 3 seconds you will lose the 
chance  and  I  will have to protect myself  in  a  less  genteel 
fashion".  

     I wasn't sure what she meant but decided that I had  nothing 
to lose by signing the forms.  I did and she left. 

     Strangely  she looked at me with almost friendliness in  her 
eyes and said gently, "Joan things have changed, but you're going 
to be all right.  If you continue to do what you're told, we will 
take care of you."  As she climbed the stairs out of the basement 
she  left the basement door open and opened the back door of  her 
home.  I was looking directly outside.
 
    I  stepped out of the light and dressed.  She had chosen  the 
clothes  to  humiliate  me.  There was no  bra  or  panties,  the 
sweater   was  her daughters, and about 3 sizes too  small.   The 
shoes were mine, the pantyhose mine (it had been washed) but  the 
skirt was again Chris'.  In addition to being too tight it was so 
short  I was afraid to walk, if I took too long a step I  felt  I 
would  be exposing myself to the world.  But I did put it on  and 
stepped out the door to freedom.
 
    Walking  down  the  street  to my home  I  reflected  on  the 
evening.  And Gloria's cryptic final remarks, she couldn't  think 
she  could  do  this to me again?  I looked down at  what  I  was 
wearing  and  realized  that she might be able  to  do  what  she 
wanted.  

     That was a chilling thought.  I knew I could never go to 
the  police.   There  was a real possibility that  even  if  they 
believed  my story, that Gloria could indeed ruin my life and  my 
families'.   I  passed by a moving van, people were  just  moving 
into  the home.  Three guys stood on the steps.  I heard  a  loud 
whistle,  and  another.   Realizing they were for   me  I  smiled 
involuntarily  but  stepped up my pace.  I felt  embarrassed  but 
flattered.   I  looked  up into the November  sky.   It  was  the 
deepest blue and the brightest sunlight that I had seen in a long 
time...

    I  had  spent the rest of that weekend in a  daze.   Saturday 
afternoon  when  I got home, I immediately took off  the  clothes 
Gloria  had sent me away in, and threw them into the  garbage  in 
the garage.  I tried to sleep.  Although I had not slept in a day 
and  a half, I was still to upset.  I wandered around the  house, 
but couldn't seem to sit down.  About 6:30 I ran some water for a 
bath.  As I lay there I began to relax.  When I moved I  realized 
how sore I was.  I think it was than that the shock wore off  and 
the  full import of what had happened hit me.  I had been  raped, 
not  just raped but gang-raped.  Not by strangers in some  alley, 
but by friends, and neighbors, less than two blocks from my home.  
Not knowing where to turn, or what to do I moved from the tub  to 
my bed and eventually drifted off to sleep.

    When I woke up Sunday I was still in kind of a funk.  It  was 
a  cold  clear  day and I forced myself to clean  up  around  the 
house,  etc.  in preparation for my families  return  from  Tom's 
parents.  I thought about Friday night.  That was the first  time 
I  had had sex with anyone other than my husband.  I was  ashamed 
to  admit  it, but the worst part was the humiliation.   The  sex 
with the men had been degrading but ....

     When Tom and the kids got there I tried to act cheerful  and 
welcome  them back.  Karen immediately stated that she was  going 
to run over to see Pete.  I lost control.  I yelled at her,  told 
her  that  she was not going anywhere.  Everyone  stared  at  me, 
Karen  looked  shocked but said nothing.  Tom took me  aside  and 
asked me if I was alright.  I said yes, there was nothing  wrong.  
He went over to Karen and told her to wait until after dinner  to 
leave.   While she was gone I was scared silly.  What  would  she 
find out over there? I did not know at the time if Pete or  Chris 
knew what had happened to me, it was so crazy I did not know what 
to think.

    The next few days went slowly.  Tom repeatedly asked me  what 
was  wrong but I could not tell him.  He could never  understand.  
I  know  I was acting strangely but could not  help  myself.   We 
tried  to  make love several times.  Each time Tom would  try  to 
approach  me  I kept thinking about that Friday night.   The  one 
time  we  did make love I remember comparing  his  lovemaking  to 
Craig's  brutal  intercourse.  I didn't enjoy Tom that  night  at 
all.

     It was so cold so dispassionate, I think Tom finally got the 
message.  10 days later, about 7:00 one night I came down  stairs 
and heard people talking in the living room.  "What happened last 
weekend,  she hasn't been the same since?"  There was an edge  on 
Tom's  voice when he spoke.  "She seemed all right  Friday  night 
when she left".  That was Dave speaking, Gloria spoke up.  "Steve 
and Marie Daniels left with her, they were going to drop her  off 
since  it was pretty late.  I talked to Marie last week  and  she 
didn't  mention  anything".   "Why  don't  we  all  get  together 
Saturday?   Maybe she's just depressed and a little get  together 
will cheer her up."  Tom agreed that that might be a good idea.  

     Gloria  mentioned that she would try and invite a few  other 
people  and would talk to Tom later in the week to set it up.   I 
realized  that if someone saw me standing here they would  notice 
that  I had been eavesdropping.  I went on down into  the  living 
room.  Gloria and Dave were there with Tom.  Gloria smiled warmly 
and mentioned that since she hadn't heard from me in a while they 
thought  they  would stop by.  I mumbled hello, and sat  next  to 
Tom.  We sat and talked for about 45 minutes.  Everything  seemed 
so,  so...normal.  After they left I wondered if that  night  had 
really happened.  I wanted to forget and they acted as if nothing 
had changed.

    I  tried  to  talk  Tom out of  going  but  he  was  adament.  
Saturday  morning  came  and  I saw that  I  had  no  choice.   I 
pretended to be sick, and that was not far from the truth but the 
kids  were  eager to leave and Tom seemed intent on  dragging  me 
there.  I put on some jeans and a blouse and we left to walk over 
there.  As we walked down the street I took stock of my family.  

     Tom  was 36, a fairly successful attorney and  his  practice 
was  just beginning to come into its own.  After some hard  years 
it looked like he was in the process of becoming one of the  most 
prominent  local attorneys.  He was 5'10", 175 lbs and stayed  in 
great shape.  I was extremely proud of him.  When I married him I 
had misgivings.  He was a wonderful person, extremely  dependable 
and I knew he could take care of me but he was a little to staid, 
too  damn dependable.  I realized as I looked at him that  I  had 
made  the  right  choice.  I cared for him deeply and  he  was  a 
wonderful husband and father.  

     I  looked  at Karen my 14 year old.  She was a  sophmore  in 
high  school, well behaved and normally easy to handle.  Many  of 
my  friends envied me because Karen and I seemed to have  so  few 
problems.  Her figure had been developing faster than I wanted to 
see  though,  I  worried  about her.  She  went  out  with  Pete, 
Gloria's 16 year old and I felt that he was to wild for he.  

     Scott  my  12 year old was skinny as a  beanpole,  a  little 
awkward  but  he was moving out of the awkward stage  and  I  was 
quite proud of him.  Linda our youngest was 11, she was a  little 
monster,  I  loved her dearly though, she was my  favorite.   Tom 
accused me of spoiling her.  All in all I was extremely proud  of 
my family.

    I  looked  up  and saw that we had  almost  reached  Gloria's 
house.  I was a little nervous, but Tom had told me that we could 
leave  after a little if I still didn't feel better.  If he  only 
knew!!!  

     Dave met us at the door. Behind him stood Mona who had  been 
Karen  and  Scott's  5th grade teacher.  I heard  voices  in  the 
living room and I saw Phil, Gloria's brother and a young women  I 
didn't know.  

     While Dave introduced me to Phil and his date (Denise); Mona 
took  Tom off to the side and they appeared to be engaged  in  an 
earnest  discussion.  The kids disappeared upstairs.  I  realized 
that I was the only woman not wearing a skirt or a dress.  

     Gloria  came  out of the kitchen, welcomed us and  asked  if 
Mona  or  I could give her a hand in the kitchen  for  a  moment.  
Mona  grabbed  my hand and almost dragged me  into  the  kitchen.  
Once there she placed her hand over my mouth while Gloria  picked 
up  a  cup of some bright red sauce and splashed it on  my  white 
blouse.  Gloria spoke loudly, "I'm terribly sorry".  She went  on 
for  a moment while Mona relaxed her grip but kept a hand  on  my 
arm and quietly said.  "Cooperate with me Joan and today will  be 
fairly easy for you."  

     Before  I could answer Mona pulled me out of the kitchen,  I 
tried to look embarrassed, not scared.  I knew somehow that  that 
was  how they wanted me to act while Gloria announced how  clumsy 
she  was.  Mona offered to take me home to change clothes,  while 
Gloria continued to act sympathetic and apologize.  The show  was 
clearly  for  Tom's benefit.  I understood from the  pressure  of 
Mona's fingers that I was to accept her offer.  I did.  

    She  drove me the 2 blocks to my home silently.  I asked  her 
what  was  going  on, for a moment I was outraged  but  when  she 
offered  to take me back and allow Gloria to tell Tom what I  had 
really done 2 weeks earlier I became a little scared  (terrified) 
and went along with her.  

     She pulled up into my driveway, I got out and begain walking 
towards  the back door.  She stopped me.  "When you enter a  home 
alone you will use the back door, when you are with someone else, 
you will ensure that they at least use the front".  

     I  looked at her as if to ask what in the world but  thought 
better  of  it.   She went up the stairs  and  straight  into  my 
bedroom.   I watched her as she went through my closet.  She  was 
tall  about 5'8", blonde hair, blue eyes, single and about 31  or 
32  years old.  She had a good body and as I remembered  she  had 
always  liked to flaunt it.  She was wearing a long black  skirt, 
but it was slit to mid thigh.  I had seen when we had walked into 
Gloria's  home that Tom had noticed her.  I had felt a  tinge  of 
jealousy.  

    After  going through my closet for a moment she turned to  me 
and  told  me to get out all my skirts, pumps or  heels,  tan  or 
flesh covered panty hose, and sweaters.  She would choose what  I 
was to wear.  

     I  complied with her demand.  As I bent down to get  out  my 
shoes  I  bumped into her.  She grabbed my hair  and  slapped  my 
twice across the face.  She didn't hit me hard but I was shocked.  
Tears rolled down my face.  "Hurry up, if we don't get back in  a 
few  minutes  Gloria will be getting out the  picture  album  she 
created  for you last week and showing Tom and your kids  what  a 
good show you put on."  

     After  I  had laid everything out she picked out 2  pair  of 
shoes,  plain black pumps and plain white ones, several  pair  of 
panty  hose  and a sweater.  She made me try on  several  skirts.  
Finally  she made me put on the black pumps, panty hose,  a  knee 
length  black  skirt  and a red turtle  neck.   She  put  several 
skirts, the white pumps and some panty hose into a shopping bag.  

     As she turned to go almost as an afterthought she told me to 
show  her  what  kind of sweaters Karen had.  She  picked  out  a 
sweater  that  I had given Karen for her  birthday,  a  beautiful 
white angora sweater.  She placed that in her shopping bag and we 
left.

    When  we  got  back they were all  sitting  down  to  dinner.  
Gloria  sat  Tom down at one table and Mona quickly  grabbed  the 
empty  seat to his right.  I felt Phil's hand guide me to a  seat 
at  the other table.  I looked over at Tom, he smiled at  me  and 
started to say something.  

     Right  about  then Mona placed her hand on his  arm  and  he 
turned  to talk to her.  I sat down between Phil and  Denise.   I 
wasn't very hungry.  I picked at my food.  

Phil  tried to make small talk and so did Denise.  About  halfway 
through  the dinner I felt Phil's hand on my leg.  He started  at 
the  knee  and  slid his hand between my skirt  and  leg.   While 
smiling at my daughter and asking her about a party she had  gone 
to  with  Pete, he fondled my thigh up to my  panties.   We  both 
acted as if nothing was happening.  

     Denise looked at him and in a very sotto voice, told him  to 
"leave  her  alone,......for now" they both laughed at  that  and 
after that they pretty much ignored me.

    After  dinner  Gloria  grabbed  me and  guided  me  into  the 
kitchen.  I could hear Tom talking to Phil and Mona just  outside 
the  door.  She told me that Dave had something to show  me.   He 
came up from the basement and motioned for me to follow him down.  
I  went down behind him, upstairs I could hear the voices of  the 
others.  

     He  took  me to the corner where I had spent the  night  two 
weeks  earlier.   There  was a blanket  covering  one  wall.   He 
removed it, underneath there were dozens of pictures.  They  were 
all  of  me,  in the various stages of undress that  I  had  been 
forced to parade around in that night.  

     In the center there was a large color photo of me,  topless, 
on  my  knees, with my left hand around an erect penis,  no  more 
than  3  inches from my face.  Cum was dripping off my  face  and 
hand.   My  wedding ring could be clearly  seen  underneath.   It 
looked as if I was smiling.  Next to that one there was a shot of 
me wearing panties, pantyhose, black heels, and nothing else.   I 
was  kneeling in the living room while 6 or 7 people sat  on  the 
couches ignoring me.  "Joan if you will cooperate today we  won't 
show these pictures to Tom.  If at any time you cause any trouble 
though, he will get the same tour that you received."  

     Numbly  I  turned  away.  I started to  cry.   "If  he  sees 
something  is  wrong,  we  will  have  to  assume  you  are   not 
cooperating.   I will leave you alone here for a few moments  but 
we will be expecting you upstairs."  He smiled at me, and reached 
down and raised my skirt.  He looked at my legs for a moment,  as 
if  to show me that he had that power.  He dropped my  skirt  and 
left the basement without speaking again.  After several  minutes 
I turned and walked up the stairs.

     I  numbly reached for the door handle, I was going  to  just 
leave,  nothing could be worse than staying.  Gloria was standing 
right outside  the door.  She smiled and told me that she thought 
I might try and leave,  but it would be easier if I stayed.  If I 
left  she  and Mona would have to  show Tom what a "slut  he  had 
married."  

     After she and Mona finished  talking to Tom I could never go 
home  again.   If I continued to cooperate I  would  only  suffer 
momentary embarrassment.  I was repulsed at what she   considered 
"momentary  embarrassment"  but knew that I had  no  choice.   We  
went  inside.   Most everyone was in the living  room.   Tom  was 
there  with  Mona.  He looked up at me.  "How are  you  feeling?"  
"Better I lied".   

     Gloria  told Tom that she wanted to show me her  new  crafts 
room.  He  laughed and told me to have fun.  Gloria guided me  up 
the  stairs.  We went  up into what had been the attic.   It  had 
been  remodeled for her to use for  her hobbies.  (I was soon  to 
learn  that I was a hobby).  Once there Denise  soon  joined  us.  
Phil was right behind her.  "Shall we get started?"  Gloria asked 
sarcastically.   Phil  grabbed my arms while  Gloria  and  Denise  
pulled  my sweater off.  As soon as my arms slipped  through  the 
sleeves  Phil grabbed them again.  They removed my skirt and slip 
and  then,  strangely, Gloria asked Phil and Denise to leave  the 
room."  

     "Joan,  don't talk, just and absorb what I have to say.   Go 
ahead, sit  down on the bed.  Obviously you realized earlier that 
you  have more to  gain by going along with us than by  fighting.  
What  I  have in mind for you  isn't too bad.  You are  going  to 
have  to  learn to cooperate.  If you do,  your life will  go  on 
pretty  much  as  it  always has.  If not,  well,  I  have   some 
alternate  plans.  For the rest of today, relax and try  to  have 
fun.   I promise you will not be hurt."

     I  thought  about what she had said.  All through  my  life, 
from  high   school,  college, and marriage I had  been  a  "good 
girl",  a  "good  wife" and  generally had conformed  to  what  a 
"nice"  girl should do.  Tom had been my  "first".  I  fantasized 
about  other men on occasion but had never so much  as  expressed 
the  thought.  I always dressed modestly.  The night they   raped 
me  I was terrified, humiliated, degraded to the point  of  being 
sick,   but when I thought back about it, I started to feel  warm 
down around my  vagina.  I knew, and she knew that I was going to 
cooperate.  She knew how  I felt, degraded but excited.  

     Dave came in the room.  Gloria commanded that I kneel on the 
floor.  I  did.  Phil and Denise came back in.  Denise picked  up 
a tape measure and  proceeded to take my measurements.  After she 
measured my bust I was  allowed to replace my bra.  She  recorded 
the  measurements  on a bulletin  board.  I  noticed  that  there 
were  blanks  there  so  the  succeeding  measurements  could  be  
compared  to the previous ones.  

     Dave  looked  down  the stairs and into  the   hallway.   He 
reported  that the coast was clear Gloria led me down  stairs  to  
the  bathroom.  I was directed to step on the scale.  We  started 
back  into the  attic but Gloria guided me to her  bedroom.   She 
pushed my head down into what  had been an old heating grate, but 
was now slightly open into her living  room.  I saw Tom and  Mona 
on  the couch, Mona had her hand on his arm and it   was  obvious 
they  were  engrossed  in conversation.  Her  skirt  had  slipped  
partially  off her thigh.  He was enjoying her company.   It  was 
also  obvious   that she was offering him more  than  a  platonic 
relationship.   Before  I  could  react  Gloria  guided  me  back 
upstairs.  I was directed to kneel on the floor  again while  the 
others  discussed  my body.  I learned that they thought  it  was  
good, but that I would be sent to the "Workout World" to  improve 
it.  

     During  the afternoon, I stayed there, not ignored  but  not 
harrassed either.  Phil  wrote out an exercise schedule and  told 
me  that I would be using it soon.   Dave and Phil spent most  of 
the time downstairs.  

     I  could hear the kids in another room but they stayed  well 
out of the way  most of the afternoon.  I was terrified that  one 
of  them would come in and  see me like this.   Denise  mentioned 
something to Gloria about Tom coming up,  but Gloria laughed  and 
assured her that Mona was not going to let him out of her sight.  

     Late  in the afternoon Denise told me to dress and  come  on 
downstairs.   She took me into the bathroom and helped  rearrange 
my  make-up.   When I came  downstairs Tom had the  kids  in  the 
living  room and they were preparing to  leave.  Gloria asked  me 
to stay.  "Tom you don't mind if Joan stays awhile do  you?"   He 
said it was up to me.  

     They  both  looked at me, but before I could   speak  Gloria 
spoke  up, "great, it's settled, Joan promised me she would  help  
me  bake tonight".  With that Tom told me not to stay  too  late, 
kissed me, and  left with the kids.  

     Gloria  brought me into the living room.  Mona  brought  out 
the bag of clothing she had taken from my home earlier.  Dave and 
Phil  seemed to be arranging some photographic lights and  shades 
around  the  Christmas tree.   Dave had several  cameras  two  on 
tripods, and one with a strange looking lens  that he was holding 
in  his  hand.  As soon as they finished arranging  things   they 
looked at me, expectantly, "Well come on, step up here."  

     I  came forward  and Dave "posed me" in front of  the  tree.  
"Turn  slightly sideways, bend  forward slightly, now  with  your 
right  hand,  grab a handful of skirt and raise   it  a  little."  
"Damn  it  smile!"  I was sobbing by now, Dave roughly  wiped  my  
face,  and  pushed me into the position he wanted.   For  several 
minutes  we  went  on like this.  Finally, Gloria  who  had  been 
watching  silently suggested theat we were going about  this  all 
wrong.   "Strip her!!" she commanded, Denise and  Mona  proceeded 
to undress me.  

     They  weren't  rough, they weren't gentle, they   were  just 
cold  and efficient.  After I was undressed Dave lay me  down  on 
the  floor, on my side and photographed me in front of the  tree.  
Then  he  moved me  so that I was on my back,  feet  towards  the 
camera, legs spread, and my left  hand (wedding ring) covering my 
vagina.  I was made to pose this way for a  while.  

     Eventually I was allowed to put on some clothing, and I  was 
photographed   for  the next couple hours in  various  stages  of 
dress  and undress.  I tried on all the pairs of panty hose  Mona 
had brought, Dave and Phil selected the  shades they liked.  

     One  skirt, my longest, had been slit to the waist,  another 
had  been hemmed up during the afternoon so that it was much  too 
short.   They  tried  every  combination  of  clothing  and  pose 
imaginable.  No  blouse, then no skirt, change shoes, bra on, bra 
off,  panty hose on, panty hose off, change skirts, remove  skirt 
etc.  

     I  wasn't enjoying this at all but  I wasn't as scared as  I 
had been originally.  I was still scared and maybe a little angry 
(although  my fear overruled my anger) but it wasn't as  hard  to  
go  along with them as it had been in the beginning.  I  realized 
what  Gloria had done.  By making me pose nude at first,  I  knew 
the  worst  was  over and  that things had  to  get  better.   It 
worked.  Both Dave and Phil became quite  solicitous, as long  as 
I cooperated they were gentle. 

     About 9:30 Dave told Gloria he was done.  Mona piped up,  "I 
have one more  idea."  I was directed to put on some suntan panty 
hose,  my  black heels, and  my daughters White sweater,  but  no 
skirt.     The  sweater was quite long  and   actually  partially 
covered  my thighs.  Gloria brought me to the kitchen,  bent   me 
over the sink and soaked the sweater with water.  She brought  me 
dripping  into the living room.  Mona had collected 3 hair dryers 
and they began  heating the sweater to dry it, while I was  still 
in it.  

     It  took about an  hour.  When they finished  they  repeated 
the  process.  Finally they did it  again.  This time  before  it 
was totally dry Mona suggested they try some  shots.  By now  the 
sweater  had  shrunk.  It was form fitting.   It  had   stretched 
around my breasts and was tight on my stomach.  It still  covered 
a little thigh.  

     Dave posed me in front of the tree again.  This time he took 
several   rolls  of film of just this outfit.  I  knelt,  I  bent 
over, I was twisted, and  even took one shot looking straight  at 
the  camera, hands underneath my chest  as if I was  offering  my 
breasts.   This  shot  took awhile to  get  right  because   they 
insisted I smile.  

     It  wasn't easy but Gloria's threats and the  promise   that 
they would keep it up until I got it right scared me into trying.  
The   resultant grimace wasn't great but Dave said it  would  do.  
Finally Gloria  suggested the men pose with me.  

     I knelt in front of them, Dave unzipped his  fly and  placed 
my  hand  around  his penis.  I began to perform  as  he  wished.   
When he was done he did not put his penis back into his pants, he 
stood  next  to we while I was forced to suck Phil.  During  this 
time Gloria took numerous  shots.  Finally they were done.  

     I  was told to kneel in the corner for a while.  Mona  asked 
me  about  the   family photo that we  had  taken  several  weeks 
earlier.  "Tom told me that you are going to send cards this year 
with  that photo on them".  I nodded  agreement.  Dave looked  at 
Gloria  and they both smiled.  "Bring us some of   them!"   "When 
will  you pick them up?"  I replied that they should be ready  on  
Monday.  

     Gloria  ordered me to bring them to her immediately after  I 
got  them.  The phone rang, Dave answered it.  "Everythings fine, 
she should be  finished in a little.  Joan, it's Tom."  He handed 
me  the  phone and I took  it.  "He sounded a  little  irritated.  
It's well passed midnight hon, when  will you be home?  I  didn't 
think you would stay this long, I wish you would  have called, is 
everything all right?"  

     As   he  was  speaking  Phil  had  reached   over  and   was 
absentmindedly  fondling  my thigh.  Denise tried  to  smother  a  
giggle but failed.  I told Tom I was all right and would be  home 
soon.  He  sounded a little relieved, I told him not to wait  up, 
He said he would try  but in any case to wake him when I got  in.  
I promised and we hung up.  I  asked Gloria if I could leave.  

     She told me that they weren't done with me yet.  She  wanted 
to get a few more shots of me with my ring finger wrapped  around 
Dave's penis.  I was  posed again, and again.  Finally they  were 
through.  Gloria told me to dress,  as I had been dressed when  I 
arrived.   I did but Mona stopped me when I  started to  put  the 
skirt on.  Gloria told me that I was through for the  weekend but 
that  I  had  better  be back Monday  at  1:30  with  the  family  
Christmas cards.  

     "Do  you  hear me?"  "Yes, I heard."  "Than  you  better  be 
here."  Gloria  took me into the kitchen where we were joined  by 
Mona.  "Joan, I have a few  instructions for you; first you  will 
no  longer  wear pantsuits or jeans, you  will  wear  skirts  and 
dresses  ALWAYS, second you will no longer say no to a  man,  and 
third  you will use the back door when you are at my  home."   Do 
you  understand?  I nodded.  

     She sounded gentle so I asked her why.....Before The   words 
were  out of my mouth I was told to "Shut UP!!!  In due time  you 
will   learn, for now, just cooperate and you will be allowed  to 
continue your way  of life.  Mona got up to leave.  I gathered my 
skirt  in my hand, looked for  my slip with no success, found  my 
purse  and  headed for the door.  "Wrong door  bitch"  with  that 
Gloria  pointed at the back door.  I walked out and  found   Mona 
waiting  out front.  She motioned for me to get into her car.   I 
did.   

     She  drove  to my house, once in front I started to  put  my 
skirt  on.   She  stopped me.  "Get out of the  car."   "I'm  not 
dressed."   She reached over and  pushed me out, I was to  scared 
to  fight.   Once out of her car I stood there, she  had  stopped 
under  a  street light, and put my skirt on.  I walked  into  the  
house.  

     On the kitchen counter was a yellow manila envelope.   Joan, 
read me, it  said in large red letters.  I opened it and  gasped.  
It contained a blank  diary, but also about twenty pictures taken 
two  weeks  earlier.   The  photographs  formed  a  chronological 
record of my gang-rape.  

     There  was  a  note.  "Joan use this diary  to  record  what 
happened  to  you during the last  two weeks.   Be  detailed,  be 
specific,  record your thoughts and your  feelings.   Bring  this 
with you when you come over Monday.  You may keep the  snapshots.  
So far you are the only one in your family who has seen them.  If  
you  continue to cooperate, we may be able to keep it  this  way.  
Sweet  Dreams.... Gloria, Mona, and Denise."  

     I  stuffed  the photo's back into the manilla  envelope  and 
shoved  it into a  cabinet full of junk that no one  ever  looked 
into,  and  stumbled upstairs  sobbing quietly.   Tom  was  sound 
asleep  when  I  got there.  For some reason  I   looked  on  his 
dresser.   There was one of his business cards with some  writing  
on  it,  I took it into the bathroom to read.  It was  a  women's 
handwriting,  it   had a phone number, and address,  and  it  was 
signed Mona...

     Not knowing  what could come next, I crawled off to bed.   I 
thought  about the day, Tom's  possible relationship  with  Mona, 
and Gloria's final orders.  I drifted off to  sleep.
