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WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. 
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and
contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an adult,
or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read any further.  If it
is illegal in your georgraphical location, DO NOT read it.


Arkan's Number One Slut (M+F, wife, humil, inter)

	I was in Macy's shopping for a dress for my daughter,
when my husband called me on my cell phone.  "Come
quick, it is a matter of life and death," Arvind
nervously said.

	"Where do you want me to come?  It is two in the
afternoon.  I'll come in a few hours," I replied.

	"Mrs. Raj, you come now or I will kill your husband,"
a heavily accented voice barked into my cell phone.

	After I heard that voice, I stopped everything and
drove my BMW to the address given.   It was twenty
miles away and in the industrial section of town. 
When I had arrived there, I was ushered inside a large
warehouse building by two large thugs.   I found my
husband, his partner and his partner's wife sitting in
front of Arkan in a large office.   I was given a seat
to sit.  I searched the faces of Mukesh, my husband's
partner and long time friend and his wife, Meena.  
Like my husband, they all sat their faces drained of
blood.  Arvind had soiled his pants and it seemed that
no one commented on the stench emanating from my
husband's seat.

	Arkan said to the wives in particular, "Your husbands
would have been dead already by now, with a single gun
shot through their heads.  But I am a nice guy so I
gave them a chance.  I told them that I might give
them a chance to live in exchange for their wives.  So
you see you are here now.  Your husbands were cowards
to die in dignity.  They'd rather sacrifice their
wives to whatever I may do to you for a chance to
live."   Arkan was a heavy-set man but he was a strong
man.  I could see it from his voice and demeanor.  
"Mrs. Raj or should I say Asha.    Toss that diamond
solitaire you have on your finger."

	I pulled my wedding ring without haste and tossed it
to Arkan behind his large empty mahogany desk.

	"Now I have both your wives' ring," Arkan said.   He
held Meena's and my ring up for all of us to see.  
Speaking to the husbands, Arkan said, "Your wives
belong to me now.   What will they do to make me
happy?"

	Meena and I didn't move.  My thoughts were only on
how would I pick up my daughter in two hours from
school.   "I need to pick up my daughter from her
school in two hours," I spoke for the first time.

	"Well, guess what.  There will be no one to pick up
your daughter today.  You belong to me.   Do you know
what that means!   I think I need to show you a
demonstration," Arkan said.   "Meena!" he shouted.  
Her body jerked and trembled at the same time.  
"Stand on this desk and take out all your clothes
except your pretty black hi-heel shoes in thirty
seconds, starting now."

	I always considered Meena pretty and I knew my
husband fancied her though he would never admit it. 
She was a beautiful woman in her early thirties like
me but with a body of a twenty year old.  In front of
the two thugs, Arkan, our husbands and me, Meena
quickly got on the large desk and shred her clothes in
record speed.  With her clothes now a heap on the
side, she stood with nothing else but her shoes.  One
hand covered her crotch and the other arm her breasts.
 She was very uncomfortable and tried to hide her
modesty as best as she could.  Thankfully Arkan didn't
force her to unhide her goodies.

	"Do you need any more clarification," Arkan shouted
towards me.

	"No," I replied softly.

	"Get this stinkpile out of here," Arkan directed the
thugs to remove my husband.  He whimpered as they took
him away.  Mukesh at least kept his poise.  "My son is
a handsome boy.   He is good with the women.  You will
like him."

	When the thugs returned, they took Meena with just
her shoes and me still clothed into a tan Lincoln
Continental.   The thug holding Meena was roughly
mauling her breasts all the way to the car.  She
whimpered feebly to stop what he was doing to her but
he just ignored her.   The thug holding me sat behind
in the middle of us.  The other thug drove the car.  
He shoved his mouth to mine and pushed his tongue into
mine.  I didn't respond in kind nor resisted.   He
placed his hands roughly over my crotch.  Even though
my pants were on, his rough hands touched something
that sent a sensation in me.   I couldn't believe that
with my life becoming totally devastated, my body
still reacted to this man's fondling.   The thug
unbuckled his belt and pulled down his underwear and
trousers to his knees.  Out popped a pulsating strong
eight-inch tool with a glistening head.  Meena and I
involuntarily rested our eyes on it much to the thug's
satisfaction.

	"Sit on it," he told Meena.   He spoke in a thick
accent much like Arkan.   She didn't move.  He
practically lifted her and placed her crotch over his
cock.   Then he pushed her down and impaled her.  She
shrieked from the pain and the thugs laughed.   His
strong arms pushed her up and down till she stopped
sobbing and became quiet.  The lubrication made Meena
slide the length of his cock easier.   "You do up and
down, OK, bitch," he said.  Meena holding the front
seat for support, moved up and down his cock
whimpering or moaning I couldn't tell which.  The thug
was guiding her hips to twist side to side and she
complied.

	"You take off, also," the thug said.  Resignedly I
removed my blouse seeing the thug in front looking
through the rearview mirror.  The bra came off next,
then my pants and finally my white cotton panties.  
The thug pushed Meena back to the seat and motioned me
to get on his lap.  Just like he did to Meena, he
shoved his eight-incher into my tight pussy.  I
whimpered from the pain as my pussy was used to only
my husband's five-inch pencil sized dick.  While Meena
had a slim and tight body, my body was more full with
a large soft behind and large drooping breasts.   I
got hold of the front seat for support and moved up
and down as his dick pulsated in my vagina.  He
directed me to slide side to side telling me that I
was a good bitch.   I thought he was on the verge of
ejaculating but he kept me going up and down.   Then
it was back to Meena's turn.  I quietly looked out the
tinted window seeing the normal world outside go by
when the thug made that final grunt and exploded his
cum into Meena.   "Good bitches," the thug grinned.

	The car stopped.  The thug between Meena and I
slipped his still hard cock into his underwear and
brought his pants up.  He got off the car on Meena's
side and exchanged place with the driver.  The driver
now came and sat between us, his pants already down to
his ankles, his slightly smaller cock well lubricated
from his precum.  As the car jerked forward, he got me
first onto his dick.  Once again impaled, I went up
and down for his pleasure.  His hands grabbed my large
hardened nipples and played with them.  Much to my
dismay and their laughter, I let out a moan.  I
twisted my torso to get better penetration and the
thug approved my initiative.   Then it was Meena's
turn.  She started to speed up her movements, grunting
and moaning.  While the thug's hands mauled her
perfect breasts, he kept repeating, "good, good,
good."   It was back to my turn pretty soon and with
my twisting torso going up and down, his warm goo
flooded my vagina.   He kept me sitting on his lap the
rest of the way while his dick slowly lost its
hardness inside me.   He lethargically played with my
breasts.

	We were let out naked with just our shoes on in front
of a secluded gated mansion.   The thugs drove back
out with our clothes in the car.  Meena said between
sobs, "What are we going to do now?"

	"I don't know, I don't know," was all I could say.

	We stood naked in the late afternoon sun outside the
opulent door of the mansion for quite awhile. 
Eventually the door opened and a butler, an older
gentleman, without a sign of surprise let us in.  
Although my whole body was in turmoil from the events
of the past few hours I couldn't help but notice how
beautiful the house looked.   Even Meena noticed how
magnificent it looked.  We followed the butler to a
grand bedroom upstairs.  Inside a middle-aged lady in
a maid's uniform told us to bath in the spectacular
bathroom with marble walls.  We clean ourselves up and
removed all signs of our recent sexual episodes as
best as we could.  We also shampooed our hair.  The
maid took it to herself to get rid of all the hair we
had except that on our heads.  She did a meticulous
job taking time to shave every part of my body and
then proceeded with Meena.   I watched Meena's hairy
bush disappear into a puffy smooth pussy, ripe for
fucking. 

	As we took in our new hairless naked bodies in front
of the mirror, another lady walked in bringing with
her a slew of equipment.  As if on a tight schedule,
she hurriedly examined our heads of wet black hair.  
Mine was short just to the shoulder and Meena's was
long halfway down her back.  She seemed annoyed at the
task at hand as she began to give each of us a stylish
new hairstyle.  She set up her equipment and did a
little cutting and a little highlighting.  I gathered
that the look she was working on was a more
provocative style that either of us would have ever
done on our own willingly.  She worked a style with
Meena that fit her slimmer tighter body giving it a
more seductive look.  Even with my fuller body, I
could see that the change in the hairstyle made me
look more sexually attractive.

	We were each given black very high heel shoes that
reeked of sexual innuendoes and a spandex fortified
short black dress to match.  There were no bras or
panties provided not even a thong.   The top of the
dress tightly snuggled to our contours accentuating
the full shape of our breasts for anyone to see.  Our
nipples especially were clearly defined over the light
stretchy fabric.   At about the waist the dress gave
an opened skirt look.   In front of the mirror we both
tried to pull the skirt down and much to our surprise
found that its fabric just reached to cover our
crotches.  On the back it didn't even cover our
buttocks all the way.  When we moved even slightly,
our pussies got exposed.  With futility we kept
pulling down the dress.   The butler once again
appeared and led us back out the front door and closed
the door behind us.

	A cool evening breeze ran straight into my pussy. 
The tan Lincoln Continental with the two thugs came
back and we sat in the back seat.  This time they were
both in the front and they didn't bother with us.  As
dusk came upon us, we sat quietly in the car our bare
butts rubbing over the leather seats.   Much to my
shock the car stopped in front of a busy and crowded
nightclub.  The thugs had to force us out the car and
the moment we got on the pavement everyone's eyes were
on us.  I could see people were actually pointing in
our direction.  Meena turned crimson with
embarrassment.  She looked funny trying to keep her
dress down.  I tried not to look at anyone as we
walked, my whole bottom torso exposed.   The thugs
waited with us in line like everyone else.  I didn't
know which was worse, to try to hide my pussy and butt
or to just let everyone see my newly shaven twat. 
Many considered my face to be pretty so I get a lot of
stares but now the eyes of the public were on my face
and down my body as well.

	I was glad to get inside the noisy and dark nightclub
after that torturous waiting.  To have all these young
guys and a few girls staring at my exposed bottom half
was unnerving.   The thugs took us to Victor who
seemed to be very comfortably sitting in the best area
of the club looking down at the masses of young people
gyrating to the beat.   "Hi ladies, I'm Victor.   You
had the pleasure of meeting my dad earlier today.    I
hope you enjoyed waiting in line," he said amid
laughter.   Sitting down he motioned to us to sit on
either side of him.  He shoved the young blond girl
further down the seat to make room for us.  "What
would you like to drink?" he asked.

	"Diet Coke," Meena replied first. 

	"Sorry this is a nightclub.  We only serve alcohol
here.  I guess you are Meena.  So how about it?  What
will it be?" Victor said in perfect English.  "And how
about you, the voluptuous Asha," Victor asked.

	"Bloody Mary," Meena replied.  She was feeling
slightly better not having to hide her pussy while
sitting down.

	"Bloody Mary," I echoed.

	"Very good," he said.  With a flicker of his finger
he arranged our drinks to be served to us.  "Anyway,
Meena and Asha, my two very lovely ladies, have you
noticed that most of the people today in this club are
male.  And there is a reason for it.  Tonight is
raffle night," he said.  The waitress came and gave us
our drinks.  "I suggest you drink a lot of alcohol
today," he said.  Both of us remained silent, so he
continued, "All these men have bought raffles, each
ticket one hundred dollars.  I am sure you guessed
what the prizes are?"

	I stared into the lively crowd moving to the beat on
the dance floor, hoping against all hope that what I
heard was a mistake.   Meena said, "I'm getting out of
here." She tried to get up but the thug immediately
and effortlessly put her back in place.

	"You know what.  You can leave.  Go ahead...  Once you
are out that door, your husbands will be dead in half
an hour.  It is all up to you, ladies.   What do you
say?   Huh.   Wanna leave?" Victor said.   "OK, so you
are all staying put.   Very good.   Anyway, you ladies
have raised fifteen thousand dollars already and most
of these guys haven't even seen the goodies yet. 
We'll get to that later.  For your husbands' sake, you
ladies need to improve on that dollar amount.   How
about it?  Fifteen thousand is not even a drop in the
bucket to cover my father's losses.  Call up your
husbands and tell the good news," he said as he dialed
on his cell phone.   He spoke quietly into the cell
phone and then handed it over to Meena.   "Talk to
your husband.  Tell him how much you have raised in
your first day already," Victor said.

	Meena took the cell phone and apprehensively spoke,
"Hello."   Her hands trembled as she listened. 
"Honey, I'm glad you are OK.    I'm told to tell you
that I have raised fifteen thousand dollars already
today for you," she said.

	Victor grabbed the phone and spoke quietly again and
then handed it to me.  He said, "Now you, Asha.  Tell
your husband."

	"Hello," I said.

	My husband's voice, timid and scared, came through.  
"I'm fine, Asha.  Are you OK?"

	"Yes I am fine.   I am told to inform you that I have
raised fifteen thousand dollars already for you," I
said.    Victor grabbed the phone out of my hands.

	Victor said to my husband, "See that.  Your wife is
paying off your debts.   How do you feel?   Some lucky
guy is going to stick his weenie into your wife's
pussy.  How does that feel?.....   Cursing is not going
to get you anywhere, my friend.    You know what.  The
first night we can raise big money like fifteen
thousand or maybe more once they show what they have
to offer.  But over the next months and maybe years,
Asha can raise maybe a thousand dollars a night.  And
by the time you finally get her back, she is going to
so used up, you probably will throw your wife turned
filthy whore away.  Huh."

	Victor ended the call and smiled magnanimously. 
"Drink up, my pretty ladies," he said.

	We sat on either side of Victor for an hour.   I kept
regretting why I didn't ask Arvind about our daughter.
   I was getting nauseous thinking what could have
happened to her.  I noticed then that the dance floor
in the middle of the club became silent and empty.   
Everyone gathered around the unlighted floor in a big
round circle.   I could see that the rows of men were
seven or eight deep.  "Let us start the raffle," the
DJ announced.  "But before we do that, let us show you
the prizes.   They are two lovely ladies from India,"
he said.   The crowd cheered and whistled.   "They
have volunteered to each give a lucky winner their
body for the rest of the night to be spent in our
luxurious bedrooms right behind that door," he said
pointing to the direction of the door.  At that moment
the thugs got us up and made us walk towards the dance
floor.  I could see the circle opening up in front of
us to let us inside the circle.  Once we got inside,
the spotlight illuminated us.  I had to shield my eyes
for a while from the bright lights.

	"Since they have left their husbands at home, we will
also choose another two winners, one in each of the
bedrooms to videotape the action.   The tape will be
given to their husbands for their viewing pleasure,
I'm sure.  And for doing the hard work of videotaping
the action, the wives will give each of you a blowjob
at the end.  Now is that a good deal or what!" he said
to the wild and cheering crowd. 

	In my little black dress I looked around at the crowd
of faces.  Without looking down, I knew my pussy and
buttocks were exposed just as I could see Meena's was.
  She was still trying to cover herself and the men
were getting a good laugh their fingers pointing in
her direction.

	"Now is your last chance," the DJ said to the crowd. 
 "Increase your chances by buying more tickets.   This
is Meena," he said pointing to her.  "She is raising
money for her husband.    She is thirty-three years
old and has a tight body.   She and Asha, who is
thirty-four, have been faithful to their husbands
until today.  And two lucky ones will get to taste
either of these women.   Look at Asha.  See that
pretty face.  See those big large breasts and full
body.   Once you have your hands around her body you
might never want to let go," he said.  The music
started and several men walked through the crowd with
tickets in their hands, selling them left and right to
these men with their hundred dollar bills being waved.
  "Dance, Meena and Asha, dance," he commanded.   Much
to my surprise I could see my legs moving to the
music.  I was dancing and so was Meena, our bodies
fully exposed up to our navels.  People were
frantically throwing their hundred dollar bills now.  
I was gyrating like a stripper actually trying to sell
myself.  Meena also did the same knowing that the more
we raised the sooner our ordeal would be over.  I was
actually afraid the crowd was just going to come and
get us.  But I kept dancing, feeling up my breast and
nipples.  I imagined how I must have looked, a whore
and slut that was trying to get men excited.

	"Gentlemen, gentlemen.   Another two minutes and we
will start to pick the lucky winners.  You won't get a
chance to buy a ticket after that," the DJ said.  He
came towards me and placed his hand on to my newly
shaved pussy.   "Real smooth, guys," he said into his
mike.

	The music stopped and so did we.  We stood waiting.  
"We are going to call the numbers that you will see on
the upper right hand corner of tickets.  I will call
three times.   If you don't come up here thirty
seconds after my third call, that ticket will be null
and void," the young hip DJ announced.   I could see
the excitement in everyone's face.  Some of the men
were touching their crotch.  "OK, the first ticket is
for videotaping Meena," he said pointing to her. 
"Six-seven-nine-four," he broadcasted.  Immediately a
man jumped out of the crowd, his face gleaming with
unbridled excitement.  Once his number was confirmed,
the second number was called.  It was for the person
to videotape me.  The winner presented himself right
away.  I inadvertently looked at his crotch area
knowing that I was to put his thing into my mouth. 
Whether it was morbid curiosity, I was quite inclined
to see who was going to be chosen next.  It was going
to be the man that would take my husband's partner's
wife to bed the whole night.  I wanted to know if she
would enjoy performing sexually with this stranger. 
The man chosen was clearly excited.  I couldn't blame
him.  He was a young Hispanic looking kid in his early
twenties probably.   Now three men stood on the other
side of the DJ.  The man who was going to be my bed
partner was being chosen.   As the number was called
the first time, no one came forth.  Meena and I looked
intently into the crowd.   While the number was being
called a second time, a voice of jubilation spurted
from the crowd and out came the man that would take my
body for the night.  I noticed the man's broad
shoulder and slick black hair.  He looked Italian but
he was definitely a body builder.  My next thought was
making me sick.   My husband would be watching the
videotape tomorrow.

	The Hispanic man took Meena in his arms as my Italian
hunk put his large arms around my waist.   With cheers
and whistles we walked towards the back of the club,
showing our exposed buttocks for the last time to the
crowd.   Following behind us was our cameramen.  
"Asha, we will become nothing more than sluts," Meena
said.  "Our family and friends will surely throw us
out."

	"Don't think about that.  Take it one day at a time,"
I said.

	Victor stood in front of the two rooms.  "First of
all, congratulations, Hector and Mike," he said.  Then
to us, he said, "Very impressive.  You ladies have
raised twenty five thousand dollars already.  That
would probably shorten your ordeal or should I say
enjoyment by a month.   If we get good sales on the
videos, you can probably save a couple of weeks more."

	The door was opened and Mike hurried me into the
room.  Closing the door behind me was Darren, our
cameraman for the night.  Mike was an impatient fellow
and attacked my face right way.  He grabbed my
buttocks and kissed me hard.  After he let me go, I
said, "Take it easy, we have the whole night."

	"Let's see what you got," Mike said.

	Since I was already half naked, I pulled the dress
over my head and showed the two lucky winners my
complete body with the only hair on my head.  "Oh god,
I will do anything to fuck her," Darren said to Mike.

	Mike fiddled with radio next to the bed.  He got it
going with an upbeat music.  "Dance, bitch," he said.

	"Wait let me get the camera ready," Darren said as I
had already started swaying my hips and breasts to the
music.   I looked at my reflection on the mirror and I
must admit I did look delicious in my high heels and
nothing else.  I guessed the camera started and I kept
on doing my naked dance.  I could see that Mike
couldn't hold himself and brought his erection out in
the open.  I was impressed by its size and girth.  It
was bigger than my husbands.  Even Darren had his
pants and underwear to his ankles as his filmed me and
stroked himself simultaneously.   "Oh, what a fucking
slut," Darren kept saying.

	It was funny how your mind blocked everything.   I
hadn't thought about my daughter or my husband or even
Meena in the room next door.  Right now I just wanted
to be taped and do nasty things.  Nothing else
mattered.  Later I had a chance to watch Meena's tape
of that night and she was trying to cover herself
first but later just gave up and did her best in the
situation.   Even later on when I finally was freed
from this bondage and reunited with my husband and
daughter, Arvind never forgave me for totally becoming
a slut that very first night.  I tried to explain that
nothing would have changed anyway.   I would have
still been fucked that night and every night for a
long time after that.

	Darren got the camera off the tripod.   "Lie on the
bed and spread your legs open," he commanded.  I
obeyed without a moment's hesitation.  He poked the
lens a few inches from my bald pussy.  I spread open
my brown labia to show my pink insides.  "Oh, I loved
to get in that hole," he said.

	Mike pushed the hovering Darren away from me.  
"Fuck, this is my bitch," he told Darren.  "You'll get
your blowjob in the morning."  Mike pushed me further
back on the bed and jumped on me.   Darren was back on
his camera taking in the moment as Mike effortlessly
slipped his swollen penis into my lubricated pussy. 
"Man, this bitch is wet.  She is hot for me," Mike
said triumphantly.   These words would haunt my
husband for the rest of his life.  Mike was the fourth
man that I ever had sex with and the third one today. 
But his cock touched me inside like my husband's never
did before.  I squealed in ecstasy.  I didn't know
that sex was enjoyable like this.  Darren did a good
job of getting my facial expressions as Mike pounded
me.  He also got good close-ups of his cock going in
and out of my love-hole.  Arvind was forced to watch
it the very next day.  But Mike didn't explode in me
just yet.  He took out his glistening cock and for the
camera's benefit slapped it across my cheeks.  I
pulled out my tongue to taste it as it went across my
face.  Then he shoved it into my mouth but I wasn't
used to something that big.  I gagged.  Then I tried
again and took it in slowly.  Darren was doing a
close-up again while his free hand was pinching my
nipples.  That felt good as I tried my best to manage
Mike's tool.  Only Mike was getting impatient and got
his beautiful dick back into my pussy, pushing it to
the hilt.  It was then that I lost it.  I had looked
like a real slut wanting to get fucked.  Mike was
enjoying my reaction to his pounding.  Then that
feeling started and it began to grow and grow and
finally I couldn't hold it any longer.  I twisted and
moaned in pure unadulterated ecstasy.  Till that
moment it was the best orgasm I had ever had.  My
husband's dick never gave such pleasure.  I became
hooked on sex.   I had become a slut.

	I wanted so much sex that I even got Darren to fuck
me when Mike was too exhausted.  He wouldn't allow it
at first but when he couldn't get his dick up after
coming in me three times, he permitted Darren to use
me.   Darren left the camera on the tripod.  It was
like three in the morning and though Darren was
smaller much like my husband, he still got me off.  
It was like something that opened up in my body to
these feelings.   Also Darren sucked on my breasts
like there was no tomorrow.   Meena was better looking
but everyone pretty soon found out that I was the
better one, the crazy slut as many had called me.  
Even Arkan called me his number one slut and he was
somewhat sentimental when my husband's and his
partner's debts were finally paid up twenty months
later.

	I was in a constant state of arousal for those twenty
months.  I was willing to take on anybody that Arkan
wanted me too.   I had a few regulars that even wanted
to buy me and have me forever.  I wasn't young and
breasts weren't perky no more but still they wanted my
energy.  Meena did her share too and many times we
were together getting fucked side by side by different
men.  Once when our pussies were filled with cum, the
men forced Meena and I to suck each other's pussy.  
That was thrilling for me although I am not sure if
Meena really enjoyed it.  

	Arkan said, "You are free now, my favorite."   I was
finally reunited with my daughter who I had not seen
for close to two years.   That was one of my happiest
moments in my life.   I spent the next year totally
devoted to her giving back the time she lost.  I
wanted to tell Arvind that I was going crazy because
he couldn't satisfy me anymore.  My husband was too
depressed as it was and I had to be the dutiful wife
for his sake.  But Arkan understood me.  He was my
savior.  He got me guys to fuck ever so often, even my
old regulars.  It kept me going all these years.

The End. 


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