From: lisandoc@aol.com (Lisa N Doc)

   Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

   Subject: NEW STORY Lisa's Tattoo 1/2 (MMMMM/F Wife, nc, humil)

   Date: 23 Jun 1996 19:04:43 -0400

   Tattoo For Lisa (MMMMM/F, Wife, NC, Humiliation) Tattoo1.txt Part 1/2

   WARNING: This story contains strong themes of forced sexual behavior and
sex against one's will.  It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS
ONLY, and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.

   This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is
coincidental.  All names are fictitious.  The acts described herein are
illegal, and are not condoned by the author.  This work is to be read by
PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law.  It
contains scenes of sexual assault, nonconsenting sexual relations and
descriptions of impending humiliation and torture.  Please STOP reading
here if this type of material offends you.

   STORY Tattoo For Lisa Part 1/2

   My husband has made me do things that I have never done before.  He has
let his friends and strangers see me and touch me.  I don't know whether to
accept my new life or get a divorce.  He is obsessed with showing me off to
other guys to satisfy some perverted desire.  The things that he lets them
do to me were not done with my permission and are very embarrassing.

   I am a 26 year old housewife named Lisa and am very active with hiking,
swimming and keeping in shape.  I was raised in a conservative upper middle
class family and was always given all the advantages my wealthy family
could bestow.  My father owned a chain of Christian bookstores he inherited
from his family and he insisted we all attend church every Sunday.  I
always sang in the church choir and remained active in several church
related charity functions.

   Although I am a natural blonde, tan and slim, I have always dressed
conservatively so as not to display my ample breasts or my butt that has
always been the brunt of the comments I have heard from the guys at school.
I once overheard several guys talking about how they would give anything to
see me naked and get their hands on my tits and feel my bare ass.  I was
quite embarrassed at their comments but I was proud of my 34C breasts
topped with firm pink nipples that stood out at least an inch when they
were aroused.  I could tell that the guys looked long and hard at my cute
little rear when I would wear tight jeans or a dress that let it wiggle as
I walked.

   I always was embarrassed when we went swimming although I got a lot of
attention from guys at the club and my husband's friends.

   I met my husband Doc after I graduated from college and was doing
interior decorating for a large firm.  He hired my company to redecorate
his lakeside home and I was given the assignment.  We dated only a few
times before he said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, so we
married 10 months ago.  He swept me off my feet and even though he is 42
and had been married

   before, he respected my wishes to wait until after we were married to
have sex.

   Even though I had never gone all the way with any of my boyfriends in
school, Doc had slowly instructed me into ways to please a man.  I have
always tried to please him and to enjoy a great sex life, even when the
things he suggested were beyond the bounds a respectable wife should do
even in the privacy of their bedroom.

   He has tried many times to get me to try oral sex and even wanted to
have anal intercourse.  I made it clear to him that those things are
perverted and I would never consent to do such a filthy thing.

   I would have never guessed that Doc was into kinky sex like this before
we were married since he was a perfect gentleman all the time we were going
together.  He got real excited when a stranger might look at me through a
window at night or catch a peek under my dress.  Lately he is obsessed with
letting his friends see me in the skimpy swim suits he buys me.

   He even wanted to tie me up naked on the bed and blindfold me while he
took video pictures of me with my legs spread.  He tried to convince me to
go out in public in a very short skirt with no bra or panties.  I
absolutely refused to do any of those perverted things even though I could
tell Doc was upset with me.

   Things went from bad to worse when at a office beach party he had
grabbed my breast and pulled off my bikini top in front of two of his
drunken friends.  This was the first time he forced me to play his little
games.

   All day long at the party, his friends Carl and Jim had helped Doc make
sure I had a fresh drink in my hand.  Needless to say, I had much more
alcohol than I was used to and was past the point of being aware of the
dirty remarks Doc made to the guys about how my breasts feel or the color

   of my nipples .

   They would laugh and make jokes about me being a real blonde .  They
would all make comments about my ass as I walked by and tried to talk me
into going topless.  I really disliked Carl the most since he would openly
stare at my breasts almost like he was seeing through my top.  He kept
taking video pictures of me while making off color remarks and even Doc
would urge me to show him my breasts for the video.  He was always staring
at me and had brushed

   against me with his hands or his big belly several time that day.

   Most people had left the beach for the day as I finally insisted that we
leave.  The three guys were by the beer cooler whispering and laughing as I
gathered up my beach bag.  Doc walked over to me and kissed me hard on the
mouth then told me that he had promised his friends I would pose for the
video camera without my top.

   I started to object but he grabbed me from behind by the arms pinning my
arms behind me and causing my breasts to stick out obscenely as Carl and
Jim moved closer.  As Carl started the camera, Doc reached around and
roughly squeezed my right breast and pinched the nipple through the
material while holding me tight with one arm.  I started to squirm and yell
for him to let me go as he pulled open the center tie holding my swim suit
top together.

   Carl and Jim both cheered him on as he pulled my arms back and bounced
me up and down making my tits bounce wildly until my top was hanging at my
side and all three guys were looking at my bare breasts with my right
nipple larger and darker from the pinching.  As I burst into tears, Carl
started filming while telling Doc to bounce me some more so my tits would
jiggle as he zoomed in on my nipples.

   The guys were all laughing and whistling as my husband let his friends
see my bare tits bouncing as Carl took video of my humiliation.  When Doc
reached around and grabbed a handful of my breast again, I broke free and
slapped him away.

   He laughed and told his friends he ought to let them hold me down while
he spanked his cute little wife on her bare ass for being such a prude and
not joining in the fun.  They all laughed and said they would help him
spank me anytime he was ready.  I grabbed my towel and ran crying back to
the car.

   After we got home that night he said he had too much to drink and
apologized for his behavior.  I figured it must have been all the booze Doc
and his friends had consumed that would make him turn into such a perverted
animal.

   Doc would always say I was too shy and explain that everyone has
harmless sexual fantasies to spice up their sex life.  He said I would
really enjoy it if I would let myself go and try some of his games. 
Besides, he explained, if I really loved him I would want to please him.

   He showed me some pictures in his bondage magazines and said how much it
would turn him on to see me tied up like the models were.  He told me if I
would let him take some pictures of me he promised never to show them to
anyone else.  Somehow, I just didn't trust him after what he had done to me
in front of his friends.

   I told him I would never consider such a degrading thing.  I had been
raised to respect Christian values and it would be too humiliating to ever
allow myself to be seen in such a way.  I could never understand how my
husband could ever think of letting another guy see his young bride in a
revealing situation much less completely naked.

   After the beach incident, he didn't bring up the subject for several
months and I hoped he had learned his lesson.  Then in September he bought
me some really "show off" clothes and wanted me to go to a party with him
without a bra.  We had a serious argument and didn't talk for two days over
that incident.

   As time passed, Doc started wanting me to do more and more things that
were making me uncomfortable.  He would insist that I not wear any bra or
panties around the house.  After getting me a bit drunk, he would touch my
breasts and pinch my nipples in public and then we would have sex in the
car, hotel room with the all the lights on or anywhere he felt like it.  I
can't say it wasn't somewhat exciting to be getting so much attention from
my husband, so just to please him, I would go along with his wishes as long
as we had our privacy.

   It all started again when he told me he had arranged for me to get a
small tattoo for my birthday.  Doc had told me that it was in fashion and
that all the ladies had a small tattoo somewhere on their body.  This
wasn't the first time he had tried to talk me into getting one, but I
always objected saying I would never get a tattoo where anyone could see it
even with just my

   bikini.  He would always laugh and tell me he would be happy to find a
spot that would never show.

   Doc had even talked me into going to a modern tattoo parlor located by
the university to select a design that was available.  Even though the
female artist was very professional, I couldn't gain the courage to have it
done.  My conservative family would never understand even if I agreed to
get one.  Besides, we are both professionals and must maintain a
conservative and

   proper appearance while we are in the workplace and with our circle of
friends.

   About a week later, my husband and his friends Jim and Carl were going
to drive down to San Francisco to attend a convention and meet Jim and
Carl's wives there for the two day event.  Doc wanted me to go with him so
we could do some shopping and sample the night life.

   I didn't know their wives very well but had met them several times at
parties.  They had driven to San Francisco early in the week to visit a
sister.  I was still mad about the beach and would be uncomfortable to take
the trip with Carl and Jim after what Doc had done to me in front of them.
But I made him promise not to try anything again.  Doc agreed to be on his
best behavior.

   Early Friday morning, Doc and I and the two guys piled into our Bronco
and headed out for San Francisco to spend the weekend at a boring
convention.  Carl was driving and Jim had brought a large thermos of long
island ice tea that went down real easy and Doc kept my glass full as we
drove along the freeway.

   After two hours of driving, I was feeling real good from the ice tea and
getting a bit sleepy.  As we drove south of Red Bluff, Carl turned off the
freeway at a sign with an arrow advertising a weekend rally of Harley
Davidson riders of Northern California.

   I was suprised and ask him where we were going.  Carl glanced at Doc and
told me he wanted to look at a motorcycle that was for sale at the rally.
Jim and Doc chimed in that it would only take a couple of hours and then we
would be on our way.

   I wasn't too worried about it since we had plenty of time but I didn't
like the way the guys started kidding me about me putting on my bikini and
riding a Harley.  It should have been obvious that the guys had made plans
to have some fun at my expense, but the warm feeling from the ice tea made
any concerns disappear.

   Even when they joked about trading me in on the purchase of the
motorcycle, it didn't register with me that Doc would let anything bad
happen to his new wife.

   The biker group was meeting at an old ranch in the foothills of the
Sierra Mountains just where the timber started.  The late summer weather
was hot and just the kind of weather for running around in shorts and
halter.  Doc had convinced me to just wear a loose halter and white silky
shorts.  And for the first time, because of the hot weather, I had left my
panties in my suitcase.

   Had I known I would seen by all these people, I never would have agreed
to be seen in such a skimpy outfit with no bra or panties.  When I saw the
motorcycle rally I wanted to stay in the car but Doc pulled me out of the
Bronco and winked at Carl as he said it would be safer for me to be with
them than left alone in the car where a Hells Angel rider might want to
take me for a ride on his hog.

   The guys grabbed beer from the cooler and we all started walking toward
some tents.  Carl again explained he wanted to look at a motorcycle H/D
that was for sale so he told Doc to bring me along for the fun.  He winked
at Doc and Jim as he laughed it would be exciting watching all the wild
action.  Even though I was a bit dizzy from the drinks, I followed along
staying close

   to Doc.

   There must have been five hundred bikers of every shape, color and age.
They never stopped drinking beer and raising hell.  I whispered to Doc that
some of the big dirty bikers had looked at me and wiggled their tongues and
I didn't feel comfortable with these people so please couldn't we just
leave now.  Doc just grinned and said as long as we were there we might as
well join in and

   give them a thrill, besides, I looked hot as hell in my cute little
outfit.

   I could tell he was really getting a kick out of the way these long hair
bikers were lusting at my body.  As we mingled with this rough crowd, the
looks I was getting from the bikers told me I had made a big mistake not
wearing more clothes.  My breasts bounced under my sheer halter as I
walked, and my nipples were poking out for all to see.  I tried to hold my
arms across my chest

   whenever I could so as not to attract attention.

   As we approached the parts tent, Carl slipped up behind me and pulled
the waistband of my shorts out and dropped a big chunk of ice he had saved
from the ice cooler down my shorts onto my bare butt.  I let out a squeal
and jumped around trying to shake it out of my shorts.

   It wasn't till I heard the hoots and yells that I realized I was putting
on a real show for about a dozen bikers standing at the tent.  As I reached
into my shorts to retrieve the ice, several guys asked if I needed any help
finding it.  One guy taunted me by saying if I took my shorts off it would
be easier to find.  I had to stand there and let it melt while they made
jokes about how long

   it would take for my hot little ass to melt the ice.

   Instead of helping me, Carl and Jim were laughing and enjoying the show
as much as everyone else.  By the time it had melted, the drips started
running down the inside of my thigh and the whole back of my white shorts
were soaked.

   Carl yelled out laughing to everyone that it looked like Doc's wife peed
her pants, and maybe one of the bikers could help me find the outhouse. 
Everyone roared with laughter as I felt my face turn red.  As I started to
cry, Doc came over to me and held me close and said it was just a joke and
we could leave as soon as they looked at the bike.

   After I calmed down and Doc said he was sorry, Carl and Doc went off to
look at the motorcycles and Jim and I walked around checking out the
leather clothes, crafts and equipment some of the bikers had for sale.  Jim
seemed like really a nice guy and said he would try to keep Carl from
teasing me so much.  And after all he had two children and owned a large
insurance agency.

   As we walked, it seemed as though everyone had at least one tattoo and
many of the guys and gals were covered with quite beautiful designs.  I
mentioned to Jim that Doc had tried to talk me into getting a small tattoo
someday.  He said that his wife Kathy had a flower put on her butt several
years ago and really enjoyed it.

   I told him I would never get one where it showed.  If I were to ever
agree, my choice was probably a butterfly that would be covered by my
bikini swimming suit.  I didn't want it to show at all when I was out in
public back at home.

   He asked me if I would rather have one put on my breast or butt.  I was
shocked he would ask me such an intimate question, so I just said it would
have to hidden and be done by an expert.

   Jim asked the gal selling Indian art where she got her tattoo.  She said
the best tattoo artist in California was at the rally and pointed out the
area where he was.

   I told Jim I would wait and do it some other time but he insisted we
live dangerously and said "it won't hurt to check it out and see what he
has."

   He grabbed my arm and we walked to the tattoo trailer.  I felt it would
be easier to go along but I never would let anybody at the rally give me a
tattoo.

   Now this trailer looked like it had been through a war and the only
thing that looked worse was the old pickup truck that was pulling it. 
There was a sign on the door "be back at 2PM." I let out a sigh of relief
and said we had better find Doc and Carl and see when we were leaving.

   The first thing Jim announced to the guys when we found them was that I
was going to get a tattoo.  Doc looked surprised but smiled and said that
was a great idea.  Somehow, the look Carl gave Doc and the big grin on his
face should have been a warning signal that things were not like they
seemed.  Had I known this entire trip to the rally and all the talk about a
tattoo was all a set up that Doc and his friends had planned, I would have
been furious.  But my mind was quite foggy and I was glad to have three
guys with me as we walked along between all these greasy bikers.

   I said I was worried that the needle would not be clean and that a
person could catch some disease from the way the trailer looked.  Doc said
he would go with me to check it out.  Carl and Jim both smiled as they said
they would make sure everything was perfect.

   I was hoping everyone would forget about the whole thing.  Even though I
suggested we leave now, Doc made the excuse that Carl was still talking
with the owner of the bike he wanted to buy.

   About 1PM, Doc said that I needed to have two or three stiff drinks to
take the edge off the pain from the needle if I did decide to get a tattoo.
With that, Jim pulled out a full bottle of Jack Daniels from his backpack
and handed it to me.  I looked at Doc as he held the bottle up to my lips
and assured me that we would leave in a few minutes and a few drinks would
help the time go by faster.

   Within the next 15 minutes, all three of them made sure I had downed
enough to send me into orbit.  Jim handed me three white tablets he got
from a pill bottle in his backpack and told me to take them.  He said they
were a sedative his wife Kathy had got from her doctor.  I pleaded with
Doc, but he put his arm around me to steady me and whispered it would just
help me get over feeling so bad about the foul talking bikers.  He slipped
them in my mouth as Jim helped me take a drink from the bottle.

   Had I been thinking clearly, I would have known things were happening
too quickly.  The guys were laughing and taking turns holding me steady as
we walked to see the motorcycle that was for sale.  They were saying that
they couldn't wait to get to the bike where Joe was and get started taking
some good pictures.  The pills I had taken were really having the effect of
making

   me light headed.

   They kept talking about the bet they had made and Jim couldn't believe
Doc would go through with it.  Each of the guys would keep cutting in like
at a dance and say it was his turn to help me walk.  I could feel hands
taking more and more liberties as they changed places.  More than once,
Carl was helping me walk along with his hand on the side of my breast
enjoying its softness through the sheer fabric.

   We stopped in front of a large tent and talked to Joe, the guy with the
bike for sale.  Even though it was hard to focus my eyes, I could see he
was a tall, skinny guy about 45 years old with a long nose.  As he walked
up to us wiping the grease from his hands, I could tell he was enjoying the
view as I leaned against Doc to steady myself.

   Doc explained to Joe that his little wife Lisa had been drinking a
little too much as he openly cupped and squeezed my ass through my shorts
as if we were at home in our bedroom and no one else was there watching.  I
managed to push his hands away and stumble forward as all the guys laughed
at my embarrassment.

   Carl told Joe that he decided to wait and think over the bike sale for
awhile, but he wanted to take some pictures of the bike so he could decide
later.  Joe grinned at me and said it would be a better picture with a
pretty girl sitting on the bike.

   Doc turned me around with my back to Joe and grinned and felt my bottom
as he explained that I had wet myself and he wasn't sure if it was dry
because he didn't want to damage the paint job.  Immediately, Carl reached
over and slowly ran his hand across my the bottom of my shorts and
laughingly said he couldn't tell either.

   Doc said "well it is Joe's bike after all" so as my husband held me
still, a greasy stranger slowly ran his dirty hands over my shorts.  I
tried to move away from his fingers, but was held tight by my husband as
this smelly mechanic squeezed my asscheeks and told Doc what a nice dry ass
I had.

   Before I could object, Doc grabbed my arm and told Carl and Jim to help
me up on the bike.  In the process, Carl and Jim put hands under my ass as
they lifted me over to the seat and left them there long enough to get a
good feel.

   To keep my balance, I had to hold on with a hand on each handle grip
straddling this big motorcycle while Carl took several photos.  I begged
Doc to let me down but he smiled at Joe and told him to get in the picture
and crawl on behind me for the final picture.

   Through the haze, I heard my husband lie to Joe that, "my wife has
always dreamed of riding a Harley so hold on to her so she doesn't fall
off, cause she has been drinking." In a couple seconds I felt this big
greasy biker scoot in close behind me as I started to cry.  I could feel a
hard bulge at the back of my shorts through his dark leather pants as he
closed his dirty hands around my bare middle.

   The contrast of my smooth white skin covered by Joe's large greasy hands
as they rubbed my bare stomach sent shivers up my spine.  Carl took a
couple more pictures as several other bikers gathered around to watch the
show.  Joe moved his hands upward in ever widening circles touching the
bottom of my breasts.

   One of Joe's biker friends in the crowd yelled for him to "see if her
tits feel as good as they look." With that suggestion, his massive hands
started lifting and squeezing my breasts as I felt my face flush red with
embarrassment.

   I pleaded with Doc to help me but he was standing there with his friends
enjoying the show.  Just then, Doc yelled to Joe that the best bike
magazine pictures showed bare tits.  Joe didn't need a second invitation as
he slipped his fingers under the bottom of the halter and slowly lifted it
until all of my rose tipped breasts jumped free for all to see, while my
halter top remained

   up around my neck.

   All of the guys gathered around yelled and clapped as Joe's greasy
fingers kneaded my bare white tits.  The group closed in around the bike to
get a better look as Carl took more videos.  When Doc asked Joe if he could
get my nipples harder and longer, for the next picture, Joe rolled and
pinched my sensitive nipples between his dirty thumb and finger until they
stood out.

   Tears were streaming down my cheeks but I had to keep my hands on the
grips to keep from falling.  This gave Joe free access to my swaying naked
breasts as he pulled hard on my tender nipples and lifted both breasts
upward by the nipples as Carl took the last picture and the guys applauded
the show.  Through blurry eyes I looked at Doc and could see he was really
enjoying my humiliation finally seeing his young wife having her nipples
pinched and showing her tits to the bikers.

   Continued in Part 2.

   From: lisandoc@aol.com (Lisa N Doc)

   Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

   Subject: Lisa's Tattoo Part 2/3 (MMMMM/F, wife, nc, humil)

   Date: 25 Jun 1996 10:22:23 -0400

   Tattoo For Lisa (MMMMM/F, Wife, NC, Humiliation) Tattoo2.txt Part 2/3

   Tattoo For Lisa Part 2/3

   I must have blacked out for a moment because when I opened my eyes I was
in the Bronco and looking up into the face of my husband, Doc.  As I
collected my thoughts, I suddenly remembered a horrible experience on a
motorcycle with a biker named Joe.  I started to shake as Doc wiped my face
with a handkerchief and said, "Now, now, that's all right."

   "But what about the biker Joe taking my top off in front of all those
awful people," I asked.

   Doc said, "You must have been hallucinating or had a dream because just
as we left the car, you fainted.  It must have been a combination of the
heat and the drinks.  But honest honey, nothing happened at all, it must be
your imagination."

   I was finally convinced that even though it seemed so real, the mind can
play wild tricks on you with that certain medication.  Just then, Carl and
Jim walked up and asked how I was.  Doc told them I was just fine now and
ready to go to our appointment.  My mind was still numb from the alcohol
and sedative but I said I didn't remember anything about an appointment.

   The three guys explained that I had promised to look at a tattoo drawing
that I ordered.  I didn't remember ordering anything but they insisted I
had and it would not be fair to let the artist do all that work without at
least paying for the drawing.

   I protested that I just wanted to leave this place and forget about the
drawing and everything else I could see out the window of the Bronco.  But
Doc promised that we would just go pick up the drawing and then hurry and
leave for San Francisco.  Carl and Jim agreed that is what we would do and
it will only take ten minutes.  Doc insisted I take two more of those pills
just to help me relax.

   As the guys helped me out of the car, I looked down and noticed my white
shorts and halter were smeared with grease and dirt.  I couldn't help
notice the smiles and looks at each other as Doc explained in detail how I
must have fell in some grease when I fainted.  I was too shy to mention in
front of the guys that my nipples seemed to stick out under my halter more
that normal and they were very sore.

   As we walked towards the tents, the pills were really having an effect.
It seemed like I was in dreamland where I could see the people and bikes
but none of it made any sense to me.  I was walking between Carl and Jim
with their arms around me when Carl reached out with his free hand and
cradled my chin, kissed me on the mouth and pushed his tongue in my mouth.

   I struggled to pull away as he whispered that pretty soon he was going
to put his tongue anywhere he wanted, and then we will see how much a
snooty little bitch like you will like it.  I looked around to find Doc as,
Jim watching Carl's kiss, joked with Carl that she would probably like it
better if he kissed her on her sweet little ass.

   They both laughed watching my nipples rise and fall beneath my halter
top.  They could hardly wait to see more of Doc's cute little wife.  She
was such a fox and so modest that they could hardly believe Doc would let
them watch her get a tattoo under her bikini line.

   If I had known that the whole trip was planned to set me up so he could
live his fantasy of letting other guys see his pretty blonde wife.  The
pills were supplied by Carl from his last trip to Mexico and he promised
Doc that after she took a few she would do anything Doc wanted her to do
and not remember any of the details.

   They both had a hold of my arms as I saw an old blue trailer.  Something
sent chills down my spine as I saw the trailer and heard the three guys
laughing and joking about how they were going to help with my tattoo.

   I whispered in Doc's ear that this had gone far enough and I really
didn't want to go through with it.  He just laughed and said this would be
one of those life experiences that we had talked about.  I told him that I
didn't want the tattoo to show even when I had my bikini on.  Doc joked
with Carl and Jim that they could help him find a place to put it.  As we
headed towards the trailer, they walked laughing and talking while I
continued to feel the effects of the booze and pills.

   Doc and his friends were getting into the action in a big way , and had
been drinking most of the day.  When one would tell Doc where I should have
my tattoo, the other two would howl with laughter.  So when Doc told Carl
and Jim that maybe the tattoo artist could put it right next to my pussy,
they both laughed and said that they would be happy to watch the procedure
and hold my hand.

   When we arrived at the trailer I was too far gone to say much.  Doc
knocked on the door as it was opened by a big burley man.  He asked if this
was the little wife that was shy about getting a tattoo.  Doc answered that
she had a few drinks so she wasn't very shy now and was ready to get a work
of art where the sun doesn't shine.

   Tattoo licked his lips said, "Well, bring her on in and we will see what
we can do." We all went in and looked at the sketches and samples available
taped to the wall.  Carl suggested several cute little butterfly designs.
Doc chose one and asked the Tattoo guy if he could put this on me.  I could
tell Doc was really getting in to this and he kept winking at the guys and
making jokes.  Now this tattoo guy looked like he just he woke up out of
hell but he did perk up when he saw me.  He must have weighed 250 lbs with
a ratty beard and big belly.  His hands were dirty and I don't think he had
cleaned his fingernails for a year.  When he talked you could see his
yellow teeth and smell his bad breath.

   I figured that there was no way Doc would let this guy even get close to
me much less touch me.  But when the guy asked Doc if I wanted it on my
tit, Doc told him, "No, I wanted it just above my pussy." I couldn't
believe that my husband said such a thing about me in front of his friends
and was going to let this creep touch my skin.

   I know I turned deep red from blushing and humiliation.  There was even
two other creeps that must have been buddies of the tattoo guy sitting on
an old couch drinking beer, grinning at what was going on.  Carl and Jim
moved over by the couch and opened another beer.

   Doc came over and gave me a kiss and told me to relax and it would be
over with in no time.  He said this guy has probably done hundreds of
tattoos on ladies so it was no big deal to him.  By now, my head was
spinning from the booze and pills so that I could barely walk by myself. 
The guy told Doc to have me sit on the table to get started.

   I yelled that everyone else had to leave before I would do anything. 
The tattoo guy told his buddies to get lost and they walked out the door
swearing that they could help.  Doc asked Carl and Jim to step outside as
he winked and smiled.

   I heard the door slam as I grabbed Doc's arm and pleaded with him to
forget the whole thing and leave.  Tattoo asked Doc if I really wanted to
continue.  Doc lied and said that I was just afraid of needles but I had
been begging him to let me get a tattoo.

   Doc lifted me up on the table and the guy asked Doc if I had shaved my
pussy.  Doc told him I was trimmed but not shaved clean.  The guy said,
"Well, let's take a look." I couldn't believe this was happening.  The only
clothes I had on was a halter top and shorts with no panties.  Doc had told
me this was a "no panty day" before we left that morning, so as Doc helped
me lay back on the table I could feel the guy's fingers started unbuttoning
my shorts in the front.

   I tried to raise my head but the room was spinning.  Tattoo loosened
three buttons and peeled back the halves to expose the top of my pubic
hair. It was a good thing my head was spinning because there I was on this
dirty table and this biker creep was looking right at the top of my bare
pussy.  I remember noticing the guy's eyes light up when he saw my blonde
pussy hair and he joked to Doc that I was a real blonde and he was a lucky
man.

   The guy told Doc that he would have to shave me and that it would cost
another ten dollars.  I just couldn't believe what I was hearing so I
closed my eyes tight and tried think of something else as they were talking
about me as though I was a piece of meat.  Doc lied as he told Tattoo that
I always wore a little string bikini and it needed to be put where it
wouldn't show.

   Tattoo grinned and told Doc, "Well if I am going to put it right next to
her pussy lips, I'll need more room to work." My heart sank as I heard Doc
say, "Why don't you just take her shorts clear off so they won't get in the
way?  Besides you might like the view." My open shorts had

   afforded some measure of modesty but now I had just heard my husband
telling this smelly creep to strip me so nothing would be hidden from his
lustful eyes.

   "God damn fuck'en OK with me if you don't mind her showing me everything
she's got."

   "Hell no", lied Doc," Lisa likes to flash her pussy at guys.  It gets
her hot." As I focused on what they were saying, I began to moan and move
my hips to get off the table.  "I don't have any stirrups so your god damn
little wife will have to hold still or she might get cut when I shave her
pussy."

   "That's why my friends Carl and Jim came along so just in case you
needed any help, we wouldn't be short handed." Within five seconds, Carl
and Jim were standing beside the table feasting their eyes on the few
whisps of my blonde pubic hair as it poked out between the open shorts.  I
started to cry from shame as Doc came over and held my hand and told me
they were

   going to help hold me still so I wouldn't be cut when Tattoo shaves me.

   I tried to say something as Doc put his finger to my mouth and told me
to be quite and hold perfectly still.  He told me it was real nice to have
good friends like Carl and Jim that take time out of their busy schedule to
help me get my tattoo.  Then his voice grew very stern, and said he

   would find the two biker guys that were sitting on the couch to help if
I didn't hold very still.

   "Hell, I'll bet I could even find ten more bikers to help spread your
legs for Tattoo if you don't do exactly what I say.  I don't care how
modest you are, Tattoo is an artist and you are lucky he will even consider
doing your tattoo.  So you will do whatever he asks, do you understand?"
Doc had never talked to me in a threatening way like that before, and I
knew I had no choice but to get it over with as quickly as possible.  As I
lay on my back on top of the dirty table I sobbed and my whole body jerked
as the tears streamed down over my cheeks.

   Tattoo finally broke the silence grinning as he said, "Its a lousy job
but someone's got to do it." All the guys laughed and moved closer to the
table.  Tattoo reached out for the next button on my shorts as I heard Doc
say to Tattoo, "Hold it, lets let my little wife Lisa show us all the
places we could put the tattoo and then we will take a vote.  After all,
this is a four man team now so it would only be fair to let everybody have
a say." I cried thinking how much more can I take.  Not

   only is my husband going to let these three guys see me naked, he is
going to make me perform for their amusement.

   "Lisa," Doc said with a firm voice, "slip your shorts off and kick them
on the floor so we can see what we have to work with."

   "Please no" I said, "don't make me do this."

   "Do you want me to call more bikers in here to help you take them off?"

   "No," I moaned.

   "Then get those fucking shorts off now!"

   My shaking fingers opened the last two buttons on the front of my shorts
as I lifted my hips to slowly push them down.  I could hear gasps as the
shorts fell clear of my thighs and down to the floor.  I could feel the
blush cover my face as the guys saw my light pussy hair between my tightly
held thighs as I lay back and closed my eyes to block out the scene.

   "Not good enough sweetheart," Doc teased, "I think the guys want to see
you spread your legs, right guys?" Yeah they all shouted!

   "Spread your legs honey," Doc hissed.

   "Oh no please, haven't you done enough?"

   "Last chance you little bitch, spread'em wide or I'll get some more
help." All the guys crowded at the foot of the table as I slowly inched my
feet apart until my straight legs were at the table corners.

   "There it is," yelled Carl, "What a sweet little blonde pussy you have
Mrs.  Henderson."

   "Come on Mrs.  Henderson" teased Doc, " you can do better than that! 
Grab those knees and pull them back over your shoulders for the guys.  They
want to see your sweet little cunt wide open, so, pull those knees back
till we see open pussy lips."

   I had no choice so I slowly pulled my knees up and back over my
shoulders.

   "There're coming open," hissed Carl.  "Look at those little petals open
like a flower!"

   "Pull them wider and don't move," shouted Doc.

   A bright light suddenly came on at the foot of the table.  My eyes
focused to see three faces looking directly at my wide open pussy as Carl
held the video camera with light pointed right at my gaping sex.

   "Don't move," threatened Doc.  "Tattoo is going to shave your little
pussy bare and Jim is going to help him, so, hold still so he doesn't cut
off anything important."

   As Carl took video, I felt the tattoo guy pull on my pussy hair and rub
something on my mound.  They all laughed when I squirmed while Tattoo
rubbed shaving gel over my clitoris and over my pussy lips.  At one point,
he asked Doc to spread my legs apart even more.  Doc ordered me to pull my
legs wider apart while joking with the tattoo guy that he should do this
job for free.  Tattoo had Jim stretch my pussy lips out while tattoo got
the last few hairs.  Tattoo told Jim to run his thumb across my clitoris
and see if how big he could make it grow.  They all laughed at me when I
squirmed on the table.  With my legs spread wide, the tattoo guy pulled my
pussy lips wide open and told Doc he had never seen a sweeter pink pussy.
They all laughed while Doc told the guys how great a fuck I was.

   I thought to myself that the only men that had ever seen me naked before
was Doc and my physician and now I opened my eyes and looked down to see my
husband holding my spread legs while this foul looking creep had his face a
few inches from my open pussy and his dirty fingers were half inside me as
he was shaving me.

   After Tattoo finished the shaving, he ask who wanted to rub her pussy
with oil.  Doc said it wasn't fair that Carl had to do all work taking
video and not get a chance to feel Lisa's pussy.  Carl handed the camera to
Jim as he grabbed a chair and sat down between my wide spread legs and
pulled my butt to the edge of the table.

   "Sweety, I've waited a long time to play with your cute little pussy, so
pull those legs back and spread'em wide." I let out a moan as Carl's hand
rubbed oil up and down over my cunt and slipped two fingers deep inside me
and started finger fucking my slippery hole.  "How does that

   feel sweetheart?" I could only moan as my body was responding to his
fingers.

   "Why, Mrs.  Henderson I do think you are getting wetter.  Shame on you!"
Carl teased.  "Now Lisa, reach down and pull your pussy lips wide open for
me to see how pink you are inside." Without hesitating, I reached down and
pulled my pussy wide open for Carl.  "Now don't move while I taste your
pussy," hissed Carl.

   Carl bent forward and jammed his tongue deep into my hot pussy and
sucked my lips and clit into his mouth.  I had never felt anything like
that before and before I could stop myself, I shuddered with an involuntary
orgasm.  "Aren't you the nasty little wife Mrs.  Henderson, letting some
guy suck on your little clitty while you cum for the video camera." I cried
with shame as Carl had finally had his way with me in front of my husband
Doc.

   Continued in Part 3......................

   From: lisandoc@aol.com (Lisa N Doc)

   Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

   Subject: Lisa's Tattoo Part 3/3 (MMMMM/F, wife, nc, humil)

   Date: 25 Jun 1996 10:28:34 -0400

   Tattoo For Lisa (MMMMM/F, Wife, NC, Humiliation) Tattoo3.txt Part 3/3

   Tattoo For Lisa Part 3/3

   Sometime later, I woke up and heard men laughing and talking.  It seemed
stuffy and close in the small trailer.  As my eyes focused I noticed my
halter top was down around my middle and my nipples were pointing up above
my bare breasts.  Through the fog, my mind was confused as to what was
going on but I could tell there were four or five men gathered around me. I
could hear them talking about my shaved pussy and telling each other how
much they would like to fuck me and other things I couldn't understand.

   All of a sudden, someone started pinching my nipples and rolling them
between their thumb and finger.  I let out a gasp because they squeezed
hard and were twisting roughly and my nipples were tender and sore.  I
focused on the hands and knew they were not Doc's hands.  They were dirty,
dark skinned and there was grease under the nails.  All I could think of
was Doc and what was going on here.

   I was on my back on a hard table, a bright light was shinning in my
eyes, my legs were spread wide open and someone was holding my knees up
towards my shoulders, hands were squeezing my breasts and pinching my
nipples, and now someone had fingers in my pussy and rubbing my clit.

   They all laughed made jokes about how wet I was when the fingers made a
slurping sound.  I knew someone's head was between my legs and was licking
my pussy and sucking the lips inside his mouth.  His short beard was
scratching and hurting the inside of my legs.  I looked down there and met
his eyes looking right back at me as he slobbered between my legs.

   He raised his head and gave me an evil grin, then stuck out his tongue
and went back to sucking on my pussy.  I remember noticing he had my pussy
juice on his beard and when he grinned and two of his teeth were missing.
Everything seemed to be in slow motion as the guys holding my knees apart
laughed as I squirmed and moaned when someone started to finger my clit.

   I raised my head to look for Doc and heard someone say, "Look out, she's
starting to wake up and her husband might be back any minute." I listened
to the tattoo guy tell his buddies he had sent her "dumb shit husband" to a
little town 15 miles away for some rubbing alcohol.

   He had promised the hubby that "he would not let anyone else in the room
while he was gone and take good care of her.  Any guy that would leave his
fox of a wife drunk and naked with him deserves everything he gets.  They
all laughed and thanked the tattoo guy for inviting them in to help with
cute little blonde bitch.

   I heard the door open and close.  Two more biker buddies came in the
room and started putting their fingers in my pussy and pinching my nipples.
One of the new guys finished off his long neck beer bottle and pushed it in
and out of my open pussy.  All the guys thought that was so funny and
laughed and laughed.  This new guy must have been the biker leader cause he
ordered everyone around and they didn't seem to mind.  He told the tattoo
guy this would cancel the money he owed him.  It was like I was floating
above the room and the person on the table was someone else.

   The new guy was pinching my nipple and said, "Better hurry and check out
her asshole before hubby returns." All of a sudden I realized that I was
there naked in the middle of a pack of low life bikers and my husband
wasn't there to help.  I moaned no...  no....  no.  All these smelly creeps

   lifted me off the table over on my hands and knees.

   They hoisted my butt in the air, pushed my knees apart and pushed my
chest down on the table and told me to stay in that position.  There were
whistles, cat calls, and comments like "what a sweet ass" and "cute little
asshole." The main biker came up and grabbed my hair put his face in my
face and said if I didn't do exactly what he said nobody would ever find me
or my husband.

   I told him not to hurt us and I would do as he asked and not tell
anyone. He told one of the guys to take video pictures of my ass.  A bright
light came on aimed right at my open pussy and asshole.  The guy told me to
stay bent over and reach around and pull my ass cheeks open wide and don't
move.

   With shaking hands I reached back and spread my asscheeks.  I was
trembling and sobbing but I had to do it.  They made me keep my ass spread
while they took more pictures and they all got a close look at my asshole.
The lead creep went behind me and slowly put two fingers in and out of my
pussy and ask me if I had ever been fucked in the ass.

   I started to cry and told him not even my husband had ever done that. 
He said they wouldn't fuck me in the ass if I went through their
initiation.

   I cried, "Please don't hurt me." He said hold still and spread you ass
wider.

   All the guys were laughing and calling me names like "rich bitch whore,"
wife slut," blonde prick tease," and lining up behind me.  One at a time,
each slime ball would stick his middle finger in my cunt to get it wet and
then slowly push it in my asshole.  All the while, the others were

   laughing at me as I squirmed around with a finger up my ass.

   After each guy had his fun with my pussy and asshole, he would go around
the table and grab my hair and give me a long sloppy deep kiss and see how
far he can stick his tongue down my throat while the next guy was fingering
my pussy and asshole.

   I thought to myself, before today, I was so modest that I would not even
shower naked in the women's lockeroom with other women present.  The day
started out to be a wonderful weekend trip, but how could Doc ever bring
his wife to a place like this.  How could he even think of letting another
man see her naked, shave her pussy, and touch her most private parts.

   Doc had talked her into letting a strangers see her bare pussy.  He
could at least got a towel to keep her covered from the lusty gaze of these
biker creeps.  Back at home, Doc would have called security if these guys
dared to show up on our doorstep.

   What could Doc possibly been thinking of to actually get his beautiful
blonde wife drunk, set her on that dirty table in that little trailer, let
a complete stranger take her shorts off and slobber at the sight of her
cute blonde pussy.  Doc had even spread her legs wide for this guy to see
inside her cunt while she was too drunk to object.

   Before she fell asleep, she remembers Doc telling this greasy fat slob
the most private secrets about their lovemaking.  Doc showed this tattoo
creep how he plays with her clit and how wet she gets.  She was still awake
enough to remember Doc laughing as he held her pussy wide open and

   inviting this fat smelly biker to put his tongue in her steaming cunt
and taste it.

   Doc must have gotten his kicks by watching his petite blonde bride
spread wide open for these hell's angel types to play with while she
wiggled and squirmed as she got hotter and hotter.  She was helpless in her
drugged state to object to any of the unthinkable humiliating things the
bikers

   was doing to her at the urging of her husband.

   She couldn't help how wet she got and how her breathing got heavy as she
thrust her wet pussy up to meet the tattoo guy's nasty fingers.  All Doc
would do is make jokes and laugh with the bikers as they watched his pretty
wife get finger fucked in her cute wide open pussy and betray her sexual
responses.

   Why Doc had left her alone was the real question.  He and his friends
had been drinking, but how can you leave your beautiful young blonde wife
in the care of a sleazy ball biker group that only dreams of ever seeing
anything this tender and innocent.

   A wife that keeps her body in perfect shape, well tanned and could
easily win any beauty or talent pageant.  When they go to the beach or Club
Med all the young studs look long and hard at her in her bikini and dream
of what she looks like naked.  Her shoulder length blonde hair is always
soft to the touch and her nails are kept polished and sexy.

   A wife who's breasts are firm and high with the most sensitive nipples
that get rock hard and stick out one half inch.  The men look as they pass
her as her full breasts bounce and her nipples show through her blouse. 
Her legs are long and slim with an ass that gently bounces as she walks. 
She had saved her body for her loving husband, but something went very
wrong.

   The tattoo guy had somehow convinced Doc that his knockout wife would be
safe while they went on the errand.  Three creeps had thought up this plan
and disabled the bronco so it would not restart when they were ready to
return.  So her "dumb shit" husband left for a short trip with his young
wife dressed in shorts and halter top covered with a blanket, sleeping off
a deep drug induced sleep on a dirty couch.

   No sooner than they were out of sight, the tattoo guy called in his
friends to see what he had in the trailer.  The three of them took off the
blanket and sighed as they noticed how really beautiful she was.  The four
other creeps that had worked over the bronco arrived and looked at her in

   peaceful sleep.

   One of the four was named Chop.  He had noticed her earlier that morning
when she was shopping with Jim.  Chop had made some comment to her about
how she looked good enough to eat.  She quickly turned and walked away
while Chop laughed and watched her blonde hair gleam in the sunlight above
her sassy little ass.

   He had got a good look at how her tits bounced and how the nipples poked
against the material of her halter.  Chop couldn't believe his luck or that
her husband would leave her in

   Tattoo's trailer.  He reached down and touched her face.  She didn't
move or stir.  He ran his fingers along her arm and then over to her left
breast.  Chop gently squeezed and jiggled her tit and put his finger over
the outline of her nipple.

   "She really is out of it.  We might as well have some fun with her
before her stupid husband gets back," he said to the others.  It was clear
that Chop called the shots with the biker group.  The tattoo guy told them
she wouldn't wake up and they ought to look at the cutest shaved pussy you
ever saw.

   Chop told four of the guys to put her on the table and another to get
the video camera.  They had Doc's beautiful young wife laying on the table
under the bright light on the video camera.

   Chop stood at the side of the table with all the biker creeps gathered
around as close as they could get.  He gently ran his grubby fingers over
her hair and down to her mouth and between her full lips.  Then down to her
breasts, he unclipped her top and her mouth watering tits sprang free.

   The rest of the guys couldn't resist getting a handful of her tits and
pulling on her nipples to see how hard and long they would get.  They all
pinched her nipples until they stood up like big erasers.  Chop unbuttoned
her shorts and in a flash the group had them on the floor.

   Everyone took a deep breath when they feasted their eyes on Doc's wife's
naked body.  Chop said not to touch yet he wanted to get some good video
pictures of her shaved pussy wide open

   Chop pushed her legs open and had two of the guys hold her knees wide
and against her chest.  What a sight.  Eight greasy smelly bikers had Doc's
young wife's pussy spread wide open for all to see.  The pouty lips looked
like petals of a flower and the pink inside was clearly visible.

   While the camera and light came in for a close up, Chop took each lip
between his dirty fingers and pulled them open ever wider.  He then slowly
slipped both index fingers of both hands in her open cunt and pulled her
hole wide open for the camera and the guys.  Chop told the guys holding

   her knees to start pinching her nipples while he started slowly finger
fucking her with two fingers to see if they could make her cum for the
camera.

   It wasn't long before she started moving her pussy to the rhythm and
Chop's fingers were wet and slippery.  These biker creeps thought it was
real funny that this gorgeous beauty was dripping wet.  Chop reached up and
flicked her clit with his finger back and forth like a toggle switch.  Her
little clit got bigger and she moved her pussy even more.  The guys were
going wild.

   They had a rich high class blonde wife naked with her pussy spread wide
open getting wet as they finger fucked her.  As long as she likes all the
attention to her cute pussy, we might as well take a closer look at her
asshole.  Chop told the two guys holding her knees to bend her over until

   her knees touched the table.

   As Doc's bride's asshole came into full view, the camera came even
closer to catch all the action.  Her little puckered asshole was a few
inches from Chops face as he laughed and smelled her butthole.  "It smells
as sweet as a rose," he said as he dipped a finger in her wet pussy and
then slowly sunk the finger in Doc's young wife's tight virgin asshole to
the first knuckle.  That's when she really started to buck and moan.  The
guys all had a good laugh.

   When Doc returned, he walked up and looked down at my face as he smiled
and ask me how I liked showing off for the guys.  I only closed my eyes. 
This is only a vague memory now but it is an experience that will always be
with me.  Doc has told me he has many more fantasies he wants to try.

   To be continued.....................  Maybe?

   
