After a year after she came to our beloved high school we broke apart and didn’t talk much.  She was with her girls and we with our peeps. And then one day I get a text that says “come to the park we down here playing ball.”I texted back “who is ‘dis” she texted back “Brittany” I text back “Brittany who…oh ok I’ll come down give me a couple of mins.” she text back K in 5 mins. I’m down at the park and I and she get a game going and I grab practically everything, being very cautious of some guy at the other end of the court who keeps giving “dirty” looks. We then get a real game going; and I accidently elbow her in the chin and she falls. All of sudden the guy runs down and gets in my face yelling in my face “What the fuck happened” I say “Hold on bro, you better roll up out my face.” He then says “And if I don’t” I then say “I’ll lay yo ass out; don’t let the smile fool you bro!” She then gets up and yells at him “Baby”, I take a step back not knowing that was her man, she continues “it was a fucking accident stand down.” He flips me off and she holds me back she says “Let it go, that’s my fiancé so call me down.” I go in shock and I say to myself “Oh shit I passed up, on that!” So we eventually leave and go up to her fiancé and apologize, we shake hands and go our separate ways.”

So some weeks go by and I go “I’m 18, a virgin, I gotta lose this damn V-Card!” So I have find this fine girl at my school and we hook up  and she works me good and take my V-Card, but we never go out, so use this to my advantage and use as some sort of booty call. And I screw every girl I could over the 2 months. By May 19, 2009 I have had sex 25 times with 13 different girls. So I go to Brittany one day at the bus port put my arm around her I say “So when you gonna let my smash” She laughs “I say why you laughing” she says “Cause your funny!” I then say “I’m serious” she says “I’m getting married” I say “Well we gotta get it poppin’ before you get married” She says “Okay” I say back “ I set a day and a time you show up and it’ll be on!”

Well come to find that week was the week of the Carnival I think to myself “Perfect timing!” So I decide the next day I’ll go and chill with some people and I meet up with them and then I see Brittany and decide I’ll go chill with her. So me and ride every ride and about 10 I decide I’m going home, and as I’m going home I think to myself “Saturday! We’ll get it on Saturday!” So I stay home the next day and text her friend to tell her Saturday at 3:30. And I’m stoked and I think “Shit I need condoms!”

When Saturday gets here I am ready to go. I head out bout 3 and go ride 2 rides and realize that I forgot the condoms I then notice its 3:30 and I go “I hope she has one” So she gets there right as I say that and I look up and say “Hello, lady” she says “hello, sir” I say in her ear “Hope brought condoms cause I forgot mine” She says “CondomsSHIT!! You don’t need them I’m on birth control and I got tested 2 weeks ago and I’m clean!” I say “Iight let’s go showty!”

We then go to the park next to the Carnival where there is a trail and has this little place me and some dudes built up a couple years back and had Made pretty nice inside and got some electricity started up in it and I bring her in here. I grab her by the waist and turn her around and start kissing very passionately and we eventually fall on one of the beds we had set up when we built the plus up for this reason. She falls on me and she takes my shirt off and she takes hers off and I see this red lace bra with these beautiful tits in them I reached out to feel them she then took her finger and shook it to signify no. So put them back down and she points to my pants and she gets off and I stand up. She says “Well looks like a big bulge in them pants” I smile shyly. I pull down my pants and step out of them she comes to me and goes down to her knees and starts to trace my dick in my boxers and she says “Wow, Big Boy huh” I say “I guess” she bull down my boxer and to rub up and down on my cock and I say “That feels so good Brit!”  She says “Tell Me how this feels!” She then takes my cock into her wet hot mouth and I stand there and grab the back of her head and push on and off my cock. I say “Shit, that feels glorious!” and she looks up at me and puts a smile on! After about 5 mins. I tell her to “Stop I can’t blow this quick!” She got up and started to undo her pants and when she gets to her thong I tell her to stop and tell her “I’ll take care of these and those!” pointing at her bra. I reach out and take her bra off and start to kiss her and I slowly kiss down her neck and chest and when I get to her boobs, I suck on each one of them. And then continue to kiss down her beautiful body. When I finally get to her thong I take them off with my mouth to reveal the most beautiful pussy I believe in the world and I tell her “Oh, MY GOD that is the most beautiful thing in the world!”  She smiles again I lay back and tell her “Sit on my face Brit” she does it and I start to lick her pussy. She moans lightly and they become louder as she comes to a climax. Her pussy juices go all over my face. I gets up off me and I say “I think we’re ready.” I lay her down on the bed and she climbs on top. She grabs hold of my cock and the sits on it. She starts to ride slowly and then she leans down and kisses me deeply.  I get mesmerized at the gorgeousness of her body and don’t realize she asked me “How good does that feel” like 5 times when I come to I say “That feels great. You’re so wet and tight Brit” “Damn!” I tell her to get up and bend over. She does and get up and I aim for her cunt and I start going in hard she starts to Moan softly again. Then all of sudden she pops up on her arms and says “FUCK THAT PUSSY, DADDY!!! HARDER DADDY!” So  I start going in harder and harder then I say “God, this is some good pussy!” she says back “FUCK THAT ENGAGED PUSSY” I say  “yes Ma’am!” About 5 minutes later I scream “I’m about to cum Brit” she says “Cum Daddy, cum inside my pussy!” I then cum deep inside her the biggest load I believe. I pull out and All of sudden the door bust open and its Tara with a camera, 5 other girls , and Willie bust through the door and Tara says to Brittany “Brittany I got every minute of it!” And I go Owww,Shit!

To continued….

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So we started talking. Asking about eachothers familys, friends, and things we do on the weekends. I started telling her about my family. I'm the youngest of 4 and she's the oldest of 2. I told her my oldest brother just got back from 16 months serving in Iraq, and how all my family has had scholarships for sports but me. She seemed very interested. When we got back, we went in her back yard and started asking about my father. I told her he walked about when I was 5 and I haven't seen him since. I started to cry. And she wiped my tears away. I looked into her eyes and she slowly started to inch her way towards me like she was going to give me a hug, but instead she kissed me. It was the most passionate kiss I've ever recieved in my entire 16 years.

Of course I kissed her back. It was weird because I have never had any feelings for a girl. We stopped for a second. She asked if I wanted to go to her room without thinking I said "Yes I would love to!". As we walked up her stairs I followed behind her.

We reached her bedroom and started kissing again. Tegan and I are the same height and same weight[5'4" and 115 Lbs.] but she picked me up and layed me down on the bed. I was so wet and had butterflies in stomach. I started to get nervous as her hands started to feel me up. She took my shirt off and I took hers off. I thought to myself just like Lakin without the penis. We lied there kissing with our softball pants unzipped and sports bras kissing. I felt her hands run against my chest, She ran her fingers against my wet vagina, and I slipped mine down her spandex and into her vagina. She was moaning. This went on for about 5 minutes until Lakin texted me.

She went to the bathroom came back. And Tegan asked "Do you have feelings for me?" and I replied "Do you have feelings for me...?" Tegan answered "No, I just had the weirdest feeling come over me so I kissed you." and I said "I don't either." That was that. And the best thing is that Tegan and I are still friends and it isn't awkward between us.

Ann was alone in the house with her 18 year old daughter Jill. Her husband, Steve, left on a business trip yesterday and wouldn't be back for a week. Jill bounded down the stairs and exclaimed. “Mom, did you see the snow? Isn't it beautiful? Don't worry, when it stops I will help you shovel the driveway.”

Ann thought how lovely her daughter looked. Jill had her mother's blue eyes and long blond hair. Ann was 5'7” with 36D breasts while Jill was 5'5” and had 32C breasts. They drank coffee and ate breakfast and peeked outside but it looked like a blizzard with no sign of letting up. They turned on the weather channel and were informed that 12” had already fallen and snowfall was expected to last for another 24 hours.

Meanwhile, 74 miles away at the state penitentiary the inmates were busy shoveling snow. There were three men who had been waiting for just such an opportunity to escape. They were: Nate Johnson a 30 year old black man who stood 6'2” and worked out regularly. Nate was incarcerated for three counts of murder and was serving a life term. Next there was Matt Brown, a 26 year old white man that stood 5'10”, had brown hair and brown eyes and wore thick glasses. Matt was serving 25 years for multiple counts of rape. Then there was Leon Thompson, Leon was serving 12 years for bank robbery. Leon was a black man only 20 years old, stood 5'9”, was slender and also kept fit.

Nate had stolen a cell-phone and called his girlfriend Linda and told her to steal a car and meet them outside the prison gate. Linda dealt and used drugs and was known on the street as a tough woman. Linda was black, stood 5'6”, she had perky 36D breasts, a big ass, but was otherwise slim. The 29 year old woman had a reputation as being bi-sexual but she really didn't like women. Actually, she detested other females but enjoyed dominating and humiliating them. Linda did not care to bring other women pleasure but demanded that they worship her body or she would beat them unmercifully; it gave her the same high as the drugs did and made her feel superior to her victims.

After receiving a call from Linda, the three men rushed a state worker in a snow plow. Matt hit him on the head with a shovel, pushed him off the plow, and drove through a fence. They parked the plow so that it blocked the exit and threw the keys away and dashed through the snow to the waiting car and skidded down the road. They laughed at how the bullets bounced off the snow plow. They stayed on the back roads but even though Linda was a good driver, the vision was terrible and the roads were treacherous. Nate said, “Thanks Linda baby, you did a good job with the car and guns. I was planning to get as far away as possible but with this weather we will have to find a place to lay-low for awhile.

A couple of hours later they spotted a house off the road and decided to hide there for awhile. The men stood off to the side while Linda rang the doorbell. Jill looked through the peep-hole and saw only Linda shivering on the doorstep and figured that she got stranded and opened the door. Suddenly the men barged through the door and pushed the startled girl back inside.

Nate took command immediately saying, “Alright bitches, identify yourselves and who else is in the house?

The girls were petrified with the guns pointed at them. Ann spoke up and stated, “My name is Ann and this is my daughter Jill and our neighbor Marcy who lives alone and decided to come over here and ride out the storm with us. Who are you? What do you want? Please don't hurt us, we will cooperate and we won't give you any trouble!”

Matt displayed a lecherous grin and drooled, “Oh yeah baby, you will cooperate much more than you know. By the time I get done with your ass, you will be begging me to let you come with us when we leave,”

The girls looked horrified, then Nate announced, “Not now, first we have to secure the house. Leon, unplug all the telephone cords and bring them to me. Linda, collect all of the cell phones and remember, none of these bitches are ever to be out of our sight. I don't care what they are doing, they are never to be left alone. Where is your husband bitch?”

“He... he is on a sales trip and won't be back for a week. He should call me tonight.”

“Good, I will tell you what to say and you better do what I tell you. Linda, go with the bitch and bring back some beer and booze. One more thing, if anyone tries anything or does not do as she is told, she will get beaten and tied to a chair. You can either comply and have a good time or be tortured and killed, the choice is yours.”

Nate turned the news on the television set and they were talking about the prison break and how the three men were dangerous. The news also announced that a state worker was beaten over the head with a shovel and was brutally murdered. Pictures of the dastardly three were displayed on the screen. Linda and Ann returned to the living room with whiskey and beer. The three white women were frightened to death and were in no position to resist whatever demands that were made of them.

Linda made sure everyone had a drink and announced, “Let the party begin! I will grab a slut and put on a show for you guys. I will degrade the bitch and you guys can join in on the action when I say so. Everybody get comfortable and watch me make one of these white sluts my bitch. I will teach her how to properly worship a superior black woman!” The dominating black woman made the three women stand before selecting Jill as her victim. Nate and Matt sat on the sofa with Ann and Leon escorted Marcy to a chair and the 24 year old woman with brown eyes sat on the chair and Leon sat on the floor at her feet. Leon thought about how attractive Marcy was. She was not thin like the other two but she was far from fat. Leon preferred a woman with a little meat on her and he loved her 38DD tits.

Nate sternly warned Ann not to try to interfere with Linda and her daughter and as much as she wanted to help her girl, she realized that there was nothing that she could do. Linda led the trembling girl to the center of the room and stripped the frightened girl naked. Then the black woman discarded her own clothes and roughly pinched Jill's nipples. Her long red fingernails traced the sparse blond pubic hair and lowered to her damp pussy. Two long black fingers were inserted into the pink love hole and Jill jumped. Linda observed, “You are all wet down there little girl! You like this don't you? Have you ever tasted another woman's juicy pussy before?”

“No...no never! Please don't make me do this.”

Linda drew the blond head to her breasts and demanded, “Suck my tits bitch and do it like you love it. Then I will give you the honor of eating my delicious black cunt. Do it!” The cowed white girl submissively lowered her lips to the black nipples and kissed and sucked. Much to her surprise, she found it pleasant and arousing. She continued nursing like a thirsty baby. Jill was pushed to her knees and she just stared at the smoldering pussy, the aroma was overwhelming, the clit grew before her blue-eyes and Jill marveled at the moisture dripping from the pussy lips like dew off of a Rose.

The authoritative woman demanded, “Don't just stare at it, you dumb bitch, worship my delicious black cunt with your mouth, kiss, lick, and suck it bitch!” Jill felt fear and desire at the same time. She tentatively moved her face closer to the woman's sex and stuck out her tongue and tasted the honey that dripped from the black pussy lips. Linda grabbed a fist full of blond hair and pulled the white girl's face to her worked up pussy. Jill was filled with carnal hunger and feverishly devoured the inflamed pussy. She gave no thought to her mother and the others that were intently watching her debasement. The only thing that mattered was the delectable pussy that she was consuming.

Linda was banging the girl's face furiously and reached orgasm shouting,”Yeah, you filthy fucking slut, gobble it all up, some cum leaked down to my ass, lick it all up or I will kick the shit out of you. Do it slut!” Jill obediently complied and wormed her tongue up the dirty hole and licked and sucked it dry.

Linda kicked the girl to the floor and told Nate to show her how good a black cock felt. Nate stuffed his 9” cock in her wet pussy and pumped hard, Jill winced and felt pain, but as her tight pussy stretched to accommodate the large cock the pain was replaced with pleasure; she wrapped her creamy legs around his firm buttocks and humped back and screamed out in passion. Linda decided to sit on her face and quiet the bitch down.

Ann was disgusted with herself for getting aroused while watching her daughter's violation. Matt ripped off her clothes and roughly pushed three fingers in her pussy. She was appalled by Matt and wished she could get away from this vile creature. When her pussy was soaking wet he stood up and dropped his trousers revealing the largest cock that she had ever seen. In her mind she was disgusted by this filthy animal but her pussy disagreed and twitched and tingled.

The throbbing red cock in her face was 12” long and extremely thick. The pungent smell was nauseating. Ann gagged as the bulbous head of his cock parted her red lips and forced it's way down her throat. Saliva dripped from her chin as she attempted to fit the monster in her mouth. Her pussy was getting wetter and craved to be filled with the big dick. She couldn't understand why her own body was betraying her.

The crude man withdrew his cock from her sucking mouth with a loud 'plop' sound and instructed the aroused housewife to insert it in her pussy. He hovered above her and she instinctively grabbed the thick hunk of meat, she stroked it and marveled at it's girth, she panicked when she could not encircle it with her small hands and felt ashamed when she noticed her wedding ring rubbing against the pulsating veins on his massive cock.

Tears filled her blue-eyes when he entered her and stretched her pussy wide open. It was painful but that was not why she was crying. Her tears fell because of the shame she felt for dishonoring her loving husband. Ann reasoned that it was not her fault but she was consumed with guilt and felt dirty and wicked for enjoying the feeling that this big dick was providing her. As if her slender frame had a mind of it's own, she trembled to orgasm and fucked back furiously. His dick was hitting places that were never touched before and filling her with sensations that she never knew existed.

Her heated response made him even hotter and she could feel his cock stiffen and become rock hard. An evil grim crossed his face and he said, “You like my big cock, don't you bitch? Tell me how much you love it, tell me you want it and let me know how it feels up your snatch.”

“Oh god, it feels so good, don't stop, keep fucking me with your big fat cock. I'm going to cum again. Please fuck meeeee, yessss, Oh, oh, oh, cum with me. Shoot your cum deep inside my pussy, oh yes, sooo goodddd!” Matt obliged her and filled her pussy with thick, creamy, and sticky cum! He kept his semi-hard cock inside her as they kissed passionately. She realized that his cock was bigger than her husband's even when it was not erect.

Leon lovingly kissed up Marcy's shapely legs, tugged down her slacks and kissed her stomach. He unclasped her lace bra and nursed on her huge boob's. Leon kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, “I have never forced myself on a woman before and am sorry but if I don't make love to you they will rape you. So please forgive me and I will try to be gentle.”

Marcy could sense his sincerity and answered, “I understand and do not blame you. Let's make the best of a bad situation.” Leon worked his way to her pussy and was thrilled to find her wet and ready. He ate her pussy with fervor and then undressed. Marcy was overcome with lust when she gazed at his 8” black dick. She reached down and fondled his manhood, her pussy oozed juices when she held his bulky cock in her hand.

Leon entered her and she immediately fucked back and moaned loudly. Her inflamed pussy could not get enough of his black cock, she shook to a rousing orgasm and told him that she loved him. He felt the same way and ejected his seed in her receptive love-hole.

The next two days were filled with lust crazed orgies. Steve made his nightly phone calls and Nate menacingly stared at Ann, she was intimated and didn't dare risk tipping him off. After she hung up the telephone, Linda announced, “I want mom to worship my pussy tonight and then Nate can fuck her good. Jill, get your ass over to Matt and suck and fuck your mom's new boyfriend's big cock. Ann felt jealous when her daughter walked over to Matt, knelled, and wrapped her lips around his huge cock.

She hated herself, there she was sitting next to this vile man watching her lovely daughter slobber all over his big fat cock and all she could feel was jealously! Her thoughts were interrupted when Linda stood in front of her, placed a foot on the cushion and ordered, “Eat my black cunt bitch and make sure that you do it good, just like your little girl does. Jill has become a fantastic cunt lapper and I hope she gave you some pointers. Now gobble it up slut or you won't get any more cock up your horny snatch.”

Ann inhaled the sensual scent of the inflamed pussy and put her tongue to the stiff clit and licked the button until it grew another inch, then she sucked it like it was a tiny dick. Ann inserted three fingers in the sloppy hole and vigorously finger-fucked the pussy as she sucked her clit. Linda soon reached an orgasm and Ann tasted the cum on her tongue. Ann did not like it but found it bearable.

Nate put Ann on her knees and entered her pussy from behind. The mother was facing her daughter and watched as Matt plowed his enormous cock into Jill's young pussy. She pushed back at Nate's cock while watching her lover fuck her girl. Ann yelled out in agony when the black man pulled his dick out of her pussy and jammed it up her ass-hole. Linda loved to see the mother humiliated and mocked her by saying, “That's it slut, take that black cock up your tight little ass. Your stinking cunt is too sloppy from fucking Matt's monster cock. Later your lover boy will fuck your ass so that it will be big and sloppy like your nasty cunt. He told me that you wanted to leave with us because you are hooked on his big cock; maybe I will let you come with us. When we need cash, we could always sell your ass and pick up some gas money. Also, you might come in handy cleaning out my cunt after Nate fills it with cum!”

Nate shot his load up Ann's ass and Matt exploded deep inside Jill's stretched cunt. Linda was busy watching the four of them and did not notice that Leon and Marcy were acting more like a happy couple than a captor and hostage. An evil idea crossed Linda's mind and she announced, “Alright guys, put the tramps on the floor and sit on the sofa with me. We will watch mother and daughter get down and nasty! Look at the whore bitches with their holes gaping and dripping cum. Ann, get between your daughter's legs and clean her pussy and ass with your slut mouth. Do it now or I will kick the shit out of both of you!”

Ann felt sick to her stomach at the thought of performing this obscene act on her daughter. She gazed at her daughter's pussy, it was stretched wide and oozing cum. Jill was on her back and her legs were spread as Linda directed. Ann was on her knees a few feet away but she didn't budge, she merely stared at her daughter. Linda kicked the mother to the floor and banged her face into the rug several times, then she pulled her by the hair to her daughters cum filled snatch, Linda demanded. “Lick her clean and do it now; if she don't cum on your face, you are fucking dead!” Her face was roughly shoved to her daughter's pussy.

Ann could smell her daughter's aroused pussy and Matt's cum, she knew that Linda was serious, so she began licking her girl's pussy. Her heart was breaking when she brought her daughter to climax. She felt more humiliated and degraded than she ever thought possible. Her pain was even greater when she reached orgasm on Jill's tongue. She wanted to die when mother and daughter were forced to lick each others ass holes.

The news flashed and said that the search for the fugitives was severely hampered by the blizzard but snowfall was expected to diminish overnight and clear up in the morning. 37” of snow had accumulated, making it the worst snow storm in thirty years. Ann was desperate, she had to find a way to escape. The girls were tied to the bed at night and were never left alone; they couldn't even talk without being overheard. Their clothes were kept from them, so even if they could get out, she wondered how they could survive out in a blizzard naked. She wondered where Nate kept the car keys that he confiscated.

Ann asked permission to go to the bathroom, the others were busy so Leon went with her. She was so embarrassed taking a pee in front of this young man but at least he was polite and never tried anything with her. Linda burst in the bathroom and handed her the cell phone and told Leon to listen to the conversation carefully and not to let Ann try anything. At the end of their talk, Ann asked Steve how his sister was, Leon raised his eyebrows but did not say a word. Ann knew that Leon was aware of her little game and gratefully handed him the telephone. She kissed him before they exited the bathroom and joined the others.

Steve hung up the phone, he knew that something terrible had happened. Steve did not have a sister; he suddenly thought about the escaped convicts and called the police. He was told that the storm had made that area unaccessible, the thick forest made it difficult for even the helicopters but that they would get to work on it as soon as possible. The worried husband called the airport and booked the next flight home.

The snow had stopped falling but it was windy and very cold. Steve cleared the snow and ice off his truck as best as he could and proceeded to a gas station. He filled up, cleared the rest of the snow, and had chains put on the tires. Steve navigated the treacherous roads and wished that he could go faster but knew that more speed would likely cause an accident, so he slowly inched his way home.

Back at the house, Nate announced that they would be leaving in the morning. Linda said, “Well gang, we have time for one last orgy, let's make it one to remember! Leon, you have been keeping Marcy all to yourself. Time for the bitch to taste my cunt and feel Matt's huge cock up her snatch; then Nate can pound her ass with his black dick. But don't feel bad baby, you can have a threesome with mother and daughter. Marcy, get the fuck over here now!”

Marcy tentatively moved toward the domineering black woman with fear in her heart. Leon wanted to stop the defiling of his new love but knew that one gun against three was not an option at this time. He vowed that the scum-bags would soon pay for their evil deeds. Marcy had tears in her eyes when she was forced to her knees to orally service the nasty black woman.

Steve could not drive any further and was forced to trudge the last two miles through the deep snow. His heart beat faster and he was excited when he could see the lights in his home. Steve approached the house cautiously and peered through the foggy window. Steve was shocked and outraged at what he was seeing. His wife and daughter were giving blow jobs and his neighbor was eating a black woman's pussy!

Steve was enraged, never before had he felt such anger. He moved to the rear of the house and entered through the back door. He was relieved to see his shotgun in the shed, it was under some blankets where he had hidden it. He grabbed some extra shells and stealthily approached the living room.

The irate husband stormed in the room pointing his gun and yelled. “Freeze! Nobody make a move or I will shoot.” Nate watched his eyes and observed his hands shaking and reached for his pistol but he had misjudged the husband's ability and was struck in the chest by the shotgun blast. Nate keeled over and crashed into the coffee table. Matt made a motion for his gun but was told not to try it. Linda took advantage of Steve's attention on Matt and quickly got off two shots, striking Steve in the shoulder with both bullets. Matt rushed him and took away Steve's gun and struck him on the head. Steve was rendered unconscious and collapsed to the floor in a heap.

Leon had his arms around Marcy in a protective manner. Ann and Jill rushed to Steve and attempted to revive him. As Steve was coming around, Matt exclaimed, “Time for this son of a bitch to die!”

Linda said, “No not yet, I want the mother fucker to suffer first for what he did to Nate. Grab some rope and tie his hands and fuck his wife and daughter right in front of him. I want him to see how much they love your big cock before he dies!”

Tears ran down Steve's face when Matt made his wife and daughter suck his cock to get him hard again. When Matt shoved his monster cock into Ann's pussy, Leon grabbed the gun from the unsuspecting Linda and knocked her out with a thundering right hand to the face. Blood spurted from her nose as she fell to the floor unconscious. Matt looked back just in time to see the butt of the shotgun descending on his head. Leon untied Steve and bound Matt and Linda.

Jill had retrieved her mother's cell phone from Linda's purse and called the police only to discover that they were already on the way. Twenty minutes later they heard the police outside and opened the door. When the cops recognizedly Leon as one of the escaped convicts, they pointed their guns at him. The guns were lowered when everyone told how Leon had helped them and was responsible for saving their lives.

The next day Ann and her daughter were in Steve's hospital room and were relived to learn that he would be released in a few days and a full recovery was expected. They were asked by the nurse to let Steve get some sleep and went out for a bite to eat. Ann was disturbed when her daughter asked, “Do you want to visit Matt while we are in the hospital? Do you love him more than daddy and would you really have gone off with him?”

“What the hell are you talking about? I never want to see that bastard again. I never intended to go anywhere with that vile man but I couldn't say that in front of him unless I had a death wish. I love your father and only him.”

“You sure fooled me, it was plain to see how much pleasure he gave you and how much you adored his big dick.”

“He is the only man, other than your father, that I have ever been with. I will never cheat on your father, I love him very much. Yes his big dick did turn me on but I have no feelings for him whatsoever, except contempt. My body betrayed me and I did experience lust but I will chose love over lust any time that I have a choice. I would not trade one-hundred of him for your father. Do you understand?”

“Well, I think so but I have never been in love so I am not sure.”

“Oh baby, please wait until you fall for a good man and don't get involved with the likes of that scum. Promise me that you will give love a chance. Don't sell yourself short and throw away your life.”

“OK mom, but it was thrilling.” Ann just gave her daughter a look of disapproval and dropped the subject. They finished eating and went back to see Steve but he was still sleeping. Mom and daughter decided to go home and get some sleep themselves and return in the morning.

Ann and Jill were drinking their morning coffee when Marcy came by and joined them. Marcy exclaimed, “I went to the prison yesterday and saw Leon. His lawyer would like you to all fill out statements attesting to his bravery and good deeds. We are hoping it will help when he comes up for parole. Please help him!”

Ann answered, “Certainly, he did more than good deeds, he saved our lives and we will gladly do anything we can to help him. Please give him our regards and tell him that we will visit him when Steve recovers.”

“Oh, thank you, I knew I could count on you. Leon will be pleased to know that you care. By the way, when are you going to plow your drive way?”

Ann chuckled and said, “It's too damn deep and there are so many things more important to do right now. Maybe it will get warmer and just melt away.”

A couple of weeks passed and Steve was recovering nicely. Leon and his attorney were optimistic about him getting out on parole. Matt was released from the hospital and sent back to prison. Linda was in jail awaiting trial but Nate never recovered and passed away in the hospital.

Ann was in bed with her husband and was grateful to be with him again, but she could not get to sleep. She was worried about Jill; the mother noticed that Jill was staring at the crotches of the men and had lust in her eyes. Deep inside she knew that her daughter would never be the same. Then there was the matter of testifying against Linda at her trial, also there was talk of a trial for Matt and Ann was filled with dread at the prospect of facing them again.

Ann tried to sleep but when she closed her eyes visions of Matt's massive cock appeared and her pussy got very wet. The loving wife felt guilt and shame but her hand's went between her legs and she masturbated thinking of her well endowed captor. Fear filled her entire being as she doubted herself and wondered if she could remain a faithful wife. She vowed to avoid tempting situations as she painfully realized that the carnal craving in her loins could not be denied. Ann finally drifted off to sleep realizing that her daughter was not the only one that had changed.

THE END

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So I decided to become two people her Friend and Raper/Lover. I started by making a plan. I found out her home address. Then I needed to be prepared to go all the way.   A four day weekend was approaching so that is when I planned my taking of my Angel-a.

 

On Thursday I called in sick and went to her house. After parking some distance from her place I walked and cased the area. At 2pm I made my move, I walked down the ally and jump the fence to her back yard. I moved fast and picked the lock and in I went. I waited by the door and listened for the sounds of her environment, no dog no alarm. I was sick to my stomach thanking what I was going to do. She would be home some time after 5pm. After casing the house, I found no guns, and hid the major knifes. I was wearing surgical gloves and cared a small pack this needed items. After disabling her phones I went to her bedroom and tied ropes on the four posts of the bed and placed two long ropes under her bed making sure they completely rapped around the bed then I hid the ends.

 

  In my pack was a rag with chloroform on it, of course I keep it a sealed container. I was ready but still sick to my stomach. I waited and almost fell asleep until I heard the key in the door. As she entered the room I grabbed her from behind and used the rag to anaesthetize her it only took a few seconds then she was out. Then I thought where is her daughter? She was not with her, I could only hope she was with her ass whole dad.

 

I closed and locked the door and took Angela to her bed room. There I stripped her clothes off, tied her up and gagged and blind folded her. Once I was sure she was secure, I went to the bath room and through up. I cleaned up any evidence I was in the house and went back to Angela. I placed a planked over her and checked her breathing. Then I stripped my self.

 

I then joined Angela in bed exploring her wonderful and magnificent body. I kissed her then worked my way to her large breasts. As I laid on her taking her nipples in my mouth feeling her heart beat. I started getting hard. I am not one of those 10 inch monsters but a nice 7 inch satisfier. She started to wake up then in a flash she realized the situation. A little screaming a full pulls on the ropes. The I whispered in her ear, you are mind for as long as I want, do you understand? Then I gave her the threat “ If you do not cooperate your daughter will suffer, see I know where you live” do you understand. I pulled the gag out to hear her answer. Please do not hurt me or my daughter. I asked are you going to be a good lover or do you need a lessen in pain? She must have been so depressed or down on her self because she said I will be what ever you want.

 

I told her I was going to fuck her and she was going to suck my cock, if she fought me I would rape her ass and beat her. She started crying but agreed to my desires. I started kissing her mouth at first she did not respond but I pulled her head to me and forced my tongue in her mouth she started slowly kissing back. I was telling her how beautiful she was and the most desirable woman I have ever seen. As I kissed her neck she said you do not have to lie I said I would let you have me. She made me mad, Angela you are very beautiful and you will never said any thing negative about you self again do you understand!! I said this with sternness, she only said yes sir. I then went back to her breast and loved each of them as I did this she started to moan and tried to feed me more tit. Then I slide a hand down to her clitoris, she was getting hot, she was wet and started fucking my fingers, I loved it. Do you like that? Oh yes more so I moved my face down on her and took her clit with my mouth and slid two fingers deep into her womanhood. She was saying OH GOD Oh GOD what are you doing. I laughed and said making my lover cum. She tried to fight it but to no avail she was a woman with a man that loved her and she wanted more satisfaction. She must have had her first orgasm because she did not know what to do she was scared of what her body was experiencing and the lack of control he had. She said OH GOD STOP I can not take it. I told her, she was doing just fine let it go baby and see ware it takes you. No you are raping me I all I can thank is I want more, please don’t make me cummmmmmm. To late lover! I thought the ropes would brake from her jumping around. I started sucking her clit harder and then she cam all over my face.

 

I moved back up to kiss her she was breathing deep and slow as I positioned my self for my next trick. As I kissed her, she tasted her cum she asked what was on my face, I said you love juices and she tried to turn away, say no she must have been ashamed of her response to me going down on her. I told her this is what happens when a woman cum’s, she cried and said I have never cam before. I held her head with both hands kissed her and said then you have never been with a man that loves you before. She could only shack her head you are the first!!!

 

She said you can untie me now I want to please you and a woman. I will not tell any body. I almost did then I said maybe next time or the time after that. She froze and said you mean you will be back? Yes if you want me too, oh yes I want you to come back. I have never experienced the love you are giving me now. I will always love you and respect you but you can not know who I am, do you understand. She was crying and I asked what I can not help it I want to be with you to know you. We started kissing and necking. I was having fun playing with her exceptional body.

 

I was the hardest I had ever been I was holding her so close when she said my GOD I can not take this please FUCK ME!! I wanted her too, I placed my cock over her swollen pussy lips and rubbed my cock head up and down the slit. She was trying to force me in her by moving her hips. I was teasing her and she knew it. OH PLEASE TAKE ME I NEED to feel a real man in me. So I toke her slowly at first only a inch at a time, in I drove she keep saying yes take me, more after five inches then pull out then back in I slid more in then she said oh god how big are you? Then I slid all seven inches in and held her I did not move while she regained her breath. She said I have never had a large cock like mine in her before and said please go slow until I am ready ok. I did as she asked in and out kissing her caressing her when she was ready she started saying faster oh yes faster that’s it oh please harder fuck me harder even though she was tied up she started a rhythm I followed. As it got more instances I started REALY FUCKING her. She was moaning yes on YES. We had been fucking for over thirty minuets she must have cum four times. I had to cum I could no longer hold it I told her I was going to cum, she said yes my secret lover cum as I started to pull out she said oh GOD no please CUM IN ME. So I did. Wave after wave I filled her, she went limp with a smile on her face. So I untied her so I could wash the DNA out of her as I untied her feet she rapped then around me then I freed her hands and she grabbed my neck and lifted her self up and and with a gasp impaled her self on my cock. I on my knees and her rapped around me kissing me. I got hard again and she knew it all to well because I was barred deep in her.   She took a breath and said oh yea lover fuck me again with your studly tool. Again what ever my lady wants she gets!!

 

We fell on to the bed exhausted; I was barely able to lead her to the bath room for the clean up. As I washed her in the shower I could see the evidence drain down the pipes. As I turned off the shower we kissed and held each other. She was now so close, so soft in my arms. I did not want to leave but I had to, when I told her I would be leaving soon she pulled me closer to her and said please stay she said she would be here four days by her self. I said I do not know to which she smiled and said let me persuade you. She slid down to her knees and said I still owe you this lover. She took my simi-limp cock in her mouth and grabbed my ass cheeks and commenced to give me the best blow-job I have ever had. I said I am going to cum she only sucked harder, when I blew she stopped gagged a little then swallowed my seed.

 

Well guess what, I left four days later and a lot taller. On Tuesday at work Angela walked over to my cube and whispered “HA LOVER I fixed my phone and here is my number!! I was speech less as she laughed winked and walked away saying see you later

"Dan?" I asked to our empty bedroom. I sat up in bed; I was dizzy so I sat on the edge of our bed. Suddenly, our bedroom door flew open. I gasped as a man wearing a ski mask came in. At first I thought it was Dan playing a joke on me. Then I saw another man behind him, thin and smaller but also wearing a ski mask.

"Who?" I asked, "Where’s Dan?’

The larger of two grabbed me by the hair.

"OOUCCHH!"

"Never mind that, Bitch! We want you to dance for us!"

I was very scared but at the same time a little excited. The thin guy shut the bedroom door and other guy dropped down on the bed.

"But Dan.."

"Just fucking dance, or we’ll go finish off that faggoty husband of yours."

I didn’t know what to do, I had read somewhere to give rapists what they want and they won’t hurt you that bad. I was trying to think straight but I was so drunk and was starting to get aroused. I started to gyrate my hips and I rubbed my nipples through my bra. They were already hard like tiny little spears. I looked over at the thin guy who was leaning against the wall. He was looking around the bedroom, barely looking at me. I could feel my pussy starting to get wet.

The large guy leaned back on the bed as he stared at me. He rubbed the large bulge in his jeans. My heart was pounding.

"Hey look at this!" The thin guy found my husband’s camcorder. He held it up for his partner to see.

"Yeah." The large guy said, "Tape us for prosperity!"

I stopped dancing and watched him point the camera at me.

"Please, don’t..."

"SHUT UP, BITCH!" The large guy pulled out a large silver knife, "Who told you to stop dancing?"

I started moving again. The large guy moved close to me. I swallowed as put the cold blade between my breasts and under my bra.

"Please, don’t hurt me...I’ll do whatever you want!"

"Oh, I know you will and a whole lot more!"

I closed my eyes as he pulled the blade towards him and my bra fell to the floor. He moved the blade across my face.

"Such a pretty little whore, be a shame to cut that pretty face."

I closed my eyes and the blade was removed from my face.

"Put that back on its tripod!" I heard the big guy say. "But point it toward the bed and leave it taping!"

I opened my eyes and watched the thin guy do what he was told. The large guy grabbed me by the wrist and he threw me on the bed. The thin guy jumped on the bed beside me.

"Please don’t..."

"Don’t tell us what to do, cunt, unbuckle his pants."

I did.

"take out his cock." I reached in his underwear and pulled out his long, thin cock. It was semi-hard and growing.

"Suck it." The large guy demanded. I looked up at the red, blinking light on the camcorder. I felt a large hand snatch up the hair on the back on my head and thrust my head down,

"I SAID FUCKING SUCK HIS COCK!"

"Can you shut that off?" I said almost crying.

"Fuck no, and if you tell us what to do one more time, I’m gonna get REAL FUCKING rough!"

I started to lightly lick the tip of his penis. He moaned loudly when I took the whole thing in my mouth. As I sucked on it, I heard another zipper go down. The large guy grabbed my right hand and placed it on his rock hard cock. It was 3 times longer than Dan’s and twice as thick. I could barely get my hand around it.

The large guy leaned close to me and with hot, foul breath he whispered in my ear:

"The fun’s just starting...you’re gonna get the fucking of a life time!"

To be continued...

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   Being that his parents worked late, he always had to walk from school. And always, there would be a girl going the same way. All he knew about her was that her name was Rachel. He had her in his class last year in junior highschool.

   He would always admire her beauty as he went home. She had brown eyes, and black hair that came below her shoulders. He guessed that she probably had a C cup breasts, maybe bigger. Her ass was so tight and just the right size. Her tight jeans showed off her ass, and he would always get aroused. He already knew where she lived, he had stalked her to her house before.

   As days went by, he started to formulate a plan to rape her.

   It was a normal day, and once again, Derek was walking home. In front of him was Rachel, about 10 feet away. But when she turned right at the curve, Derek followed her, instead of going left. He just followed her behind some distance. She didn't seemed to notice him. He followed her until she turned into a neighborhood of houses. There were no large roads, it was a peaceful neighborhood. No one was around, no cars, no people.

   He followed her around the neighborhood, minding his business. She came to the last curve before her house. When she was directly next to a bush, he ran. He ran, and he reached into his pocket, and grabbed a cloth soaked in chloroform. He got right behind her, and put it to her mouth. As he did, he grabbed her and himself, and jumped over the bush.

   He looked at Rachel, and was satisfied that she was unconscious. He reached into her backpack and grabbed her keys. He peered up from the bush and looked around. There was no one that he could see.

   He grabbed Rachel and quickly made his way to her house. He felt sweat dripping down his forehead. After few paces, he got to her house. His heart was thumping, and slowly put the key into the door. He unlocked it, and cautiously went inside.

   He was sure that her parents were out of town. He had heard her conversation with her friend. He dragged Rachel in, and moved quickly. He feared that she might wake up. He got her into her room, and put her down on her bed. From his backpack, he produce a long piece of rope. He tied each of her arms and legs to the legs of the bed.

   And he blindfolded her. He admired her beauty. She was wearing tight jeans, a tanktop, and a jacket. He didn't remove her cloths, he would do that when she woke up.

   He waited about half an hour, and she started to stir. She moaned, as if in pain, and she tried to move her arms. And slowly, she started to get a sense of her surroundings. She realized that she was tied, and tried to get free.

   "I don't think you should do that." I said, as I smiled.

She froze. She looked as if trying to remember what happened.

   "Who are you? Where am I?" she said with a demanding voice.

   "I am your master. Do what I say, and I might let you live." And with that, I produced a knife, and put the cold blade on her neck. She flinched, and instantly froze. I could see sweat coming down from her forehead, and she started to whimper.

   "Please, don't kill me. I will do whatever you want! If it's money, my parents can give you the amount!" She cried out as she started to sob.

   "I want something more than that. I want to rape you."

   She instantly broke into tears. Her blindfold became wet with tears..

   "Stop crying. If you don't, I'll kill you." She stopped instantly. Then I took away the knife and slowly started to touch her face. She tried to avoid my touch, and I gave her a slap on the face.

   "Stay still." I said, knowing that I had power over her. Slowly my hand traveled down her neck, and was right above the breasts. My hand traveled downward, right between her breasts. I startec to caress her legs, and would move my hand up and down inside her thighs, barely missing her crotch.

   Slowly, I unbuttoned her jacket. She sobbed a little again. Since she was tied, I couldn't remove her jacket completely. So I got my knife again, and cut away her jacket. then I put the blade on her shoulder. I swiftly cut her tanktop, and removed it slowly. She tried to hide her breasts, but her efforts were useless. I admired her huge breasts for a minute, then moved down to her jeans.

   I unzipped her jeans and started to move them down. She sobbed again, as if in shame. I cut the middle of the jeans and removed it. She was wearing white thongs, and a lace bra. I moved the blade between her breasts, and cut her bra open. The prisoned breasts jumped up in freedom. Then I cut the feeble strings on her thongs.

   "Please, please don't rape me. PLEASE!" She shouted, as I removed her thongs, revealing a shaved pussy.

   "Don't worry. You'll learn to enjoy it." I said with a smile. I slowly started to caress her breasts. I pinched her nipple lightly, and she would give a small moan. They became hard fast, and I put the left one in my mouth. I bit down on it, and she moaned loudly. I kept playing with her nipple with my tongue, and slowly moved my free hand down to her pussy.

   I teased her pussy. I would circle around her pussy, just missing her clit. I felt the wetness of her pussy.

   "Your wet, you like this don't you, Rachel?"

   She moaned, but didn't say anything. I removed my cloths quickly, and sighed in relief as my cock finally freed itself. I moved untop of Rachel, and put the cock right infront of her lips. She instantly cloths it, and kept it shut. I smiled. I pinched her nose, to keep her from breathing.

   After few seconds, she opened her mouth to gulp for breath. I didn't lose my chance. As soon as she opened her mouth, My cock went right into it. I fucked her slowly, enjoying my first blowjob. It took me less then a minute before I came into her mouth.

   "Swallow it, you bitch, or i'm going to kill you."

   She hesitated, but swallowed it. Now my cock was in full arousal. It's 7 inch monster ached for pussy. I moved down to between her legs. Her pussy was very wet now, and slowly put my cock into her pussy. Her face crumpled in pain, as my cock started to stretch her hymen. Finally it broke, and she screamed.

   Her pussy fet slippery and hot. It was my first time, so I stopped to feel what a pussy feels like. It felt good to have my cock wraped so tight.

   I didn't care that she screamed. I fucked her slowly, and gently. Her screams died out, replaced by moans of pleasure. It was my first time, and I was about to cum.

   "God... your so tight!" She didn't reply, but kept moaning.

I took out my cock to keep myself from cumming. I took this opportunity to tease her. I would put my cock on her pussy, put it in just half an inch, and take it out again. She tried to direct my cock into her pussy, but I wouldn't put it in.

   "You want it, don't you?"

   She didnt' reply.

   "You don't want it?"

   "I... want it... Please...PLEASE FUCK ME. i'll do anything!"

   "Anything? Allright then, if you become my sex slave, I'll fuck you."

   "Allright! Please! FUCK ME! PLEASE!"

   I smiled. Rachel's my sex slave. I started to fuck her again. She moaned in pleasure. I went slowly at first, but sped up after a while. Her moan was like music. I kept fucking her faster and faster. And she moaned louder and louder.

   "I"m going to cum!" We both said at the same time.

   I inserted my cock all the way in, and came.

   We both lied there, panting. Then, I got an idea.

   "Wait a sec, I'll be right back."

   I ran downstairs naked, and opened her fridge. I searched for ice cubes, and grabbed one. I ran upstairs to her room. I removed her blindfold, unafraid that she will tell the police. I kissed her, and we kissed for about a minute. I broke the kiss, and I placed the ice cube right between her breasts.

   I moved the ice cube up to her nipples, and she moaned. Then I moved the ice cube down to her pussy. She shivered when it was placed on her pussy. I slowly inserted the ice into her pussy.

   "It's so cold!" She said as she moaned.

   Then I slowly put my hard cock inside her pussy. I felt the ice, and pushed it in. She moaned louder than before, it seemed to give her pleasure. I fucked her, driving the ice cube further and further in. The heat of her pussy melted the ice cube, producing a hot liquid inside her pussy. It intensified the feeling, and I fucked her harder and harder. We fucked till we couldn't take it any longer, and came. Her orgasm was huge.

   That was my first encounter with Rachel. Since that day on, we had sex with a bit of a twist. We would do all kinds of stuff. We dated since that day, and we never broke up. We got married after college. And I still have sex with her, and she still has those nice tits and tight ass.

She realized that Jacks ego had suffered a large blow after he’d lost his job so close to retirement, and she’d been happy for him when he started his own business, even if it meant not seeing him for weeks at a time. Jack always told her that a man like him, in his mid-50’s, had to work that much harder to keep an edge over all the young sharks swimming in todays workplace.

He was probably right, she knew, but she still felt lonely and abandoned. Nancy idly wondered if Jack was having an affair, or if it even mattered to her anymore.

Most of her friends were retiring and busy; always off on a new cruise or a neat trip, and now here she was, alone, her husband out of town, her daughters moved away and married with kids of their own.

Jack’s right, she thought. I just don’t know what to do with myself.

He’d told her to get a hobby, do something new and fun and exciting. Find something to take up her free time. Go shopping with her friends, or get a new hairdo or join a gym.

Something.

Nancy ran her hand through her hair. Jack hadn’t noticed when she took his advice and got her hair cut short, like Dorothy What’s-her-name, the figure skater. She’d dyed her hair too; to a nice, light brown that hid the grey that was creeping into her normal, mousy color.

She smiled a little and adjusted her new wire-rimmed glasses. The clerk at the optometrists’ said they made Nancy look ten years younger, so she’d bought two pairs. Jack grunted when he saw them, just like when she mentioned she’d started taking aerobics classes.

At least she was losing some weight.

But the gym hadn’t been the social outlet she’d hoped, either. Everyone she had class with were in their twenties and already in great shape. And their conversations! All about ‘going clubbing’ and sex.

The excercise seemed to be helping her waistline though, so she’d bought some new clothes and tried some cute new underwear. Nancy had hoped Jack would like them on her. She smiled again, remembering his shocked expression when she walked out of the bathroom last night, wearing her new lacy panties and bra.

She had felt a little silly in them, but the sales clerk at the lingerie store told her the push up bra and thong panties were all the rage. She tried to get Jack to make love, but he’d just kissed her forehead, saying he was too tired and he had to get up early in the morning.

Then he rolled over and fell asleep.

Sitting in the bed next to her snoring husband, she cried quietly, her tears falling, staining her new bra.

Nancy shook herself a little. She noticed someone inside the store now, behind the counter, so she opened the door and walked in.

 

It took a minute for her eyes to get accustomed to the light in the building.

Nancy glanced over at the counter where the owner, Matt, was busy helping a customer.

She caught his eye, and he gave her a big smile and a wave.

Nancy felt her stomach do a quick flip-flop and her whole body tingled, the little hairs at the back of her neck standing up. She felt herself grinning like a silly girl, and wondered why coming here and chatting with Matt always seemed to make her feel better.

She waved back at him.

Nancy walked around the store while Matt finished with his customer, shooting little, furtive looks at him, and remembered when she first stopped in here. She used to walk her dog by the store almost every day. Once, for some reason Nancy couldn’t remember, she’d peeked inside. Matt had been standing behind the counter, right where the customer was standing now, and he’d had the strangest look on his face. She’d thought about going in to see if he was all right, but the damn dog pulled her away. She’d felt guilty for leaving, because he’d looked so funny, and had gone back to see him later that afternoon to make sure he was okay. While she was there, Matt and one of his employees had helped her with some silly thing, until a gorgeous young blonde breezed in, kissed him passionately, and whisked him away.

Just like in the romance novels she liked to read. Except usually in her books, it was the other way around. For some reason she couldn’t quite explain, Nancy felt a little jealous twinge at the thought of Matt with that woman. For months she’d wondered what they did that night. She often imagined them together, going back to Matt’s house and making love.

Except in her fantasy, the gorgeous young blonde was really Nancy, and Matt was having sex with her.

Matt finished ringing up his sale, and a bell jingled as the customer left the store. Nancy blinked and looked around. She was the only other person left in the store now, and suddenly the butterflies in her stomach flip-flopped again.

She grabbed a random book off the shelf without bothering to look at it, and tried to casually make her way up to the counter.

"Hey, Nancy." Matt always seemed excited to see her.

Nancy plopped the book onto the counter. "Hi!"

"Wow," Matt looked her up and down, smiling. "You look great."

Nancy felt herself blushing furiously. "Oh, come on."

"No, no, really. You changed your hair, didn’t you?"

She self-consciously patted her hair. "You like it?"

Matt gave her a big smile that sent the butterflies shooting around in her tummy.

"New glasses, too," he paused, arched his eyebrow at her. "And perfume?"

Wow. Nancy’d forgotten about the perfume. That had been a spur of the moment thing. She’d dabbed some on just before she left the house.

Did I do that on purpose, she wondered?

Maybe.

"So what are you up to today, young lady?"

"Well, my husband’s out of town on business." What am I up to? she thought. I don’t have any idea. Nancy shrugged, and said, "I’ve got a few weeks to myself and didn’t really have anything to do tonight, so I thought I’d catch up on my reading."

Matt looked at the book lying on the counter. He grinned. "So you ran up here for a copy of ‘Hot Young Pony Boys in Love’?"

"Oh..." Nancy felt heat flush from the top of her head down to her feet. She managed to stammer, "I...I must’ve grabbed the wrong book. I..."

"Hey, don’t worry." Matt patted her hand. "Not that this isn’t probably a great book, if you’re a closeted gay man with a teenage boy fixation." He studied her for a second. "But for you, I think maybe something not quite so steamy. I’m sure can find you something more your speed, okay?

Nancy grinned sheepishly as she followed Matt back over to the book racks.

Jesus, she thought. Way to make an impression.

Matt was busy thumbing through books, mumbling under his breath. "Ah. Here we go." He pulled out a thick paperback, handed it to her. "I think this would be a good choice. You’ll like this one."

"Okay, I’ll take it." Nancy marched back to the counter, digging change out of her purse.

Matt followed her at a leisurely pace and eased back behind the register, staring at her quizzically. "You sure? Maybe you should read the cover, see if it’s something you really want to buy."

"No, no, if you say so, I’m sure I’ll like it."

Matt raised his eyebrows. He was about to say something else when the bell rang again and one of his employees walked in. Nancy wasn’t sure if she should be relieved for the interruption or not.

"Hey, Jorge," Matt said. "Glad you’re here."

Jorge set a backpack on the counter and shrugged out of his jacket. "Hey Matty. Man, it’s warm out there."

"Spring has sprung. I’ve been sneezing all day."

"Yeah, me too." Jorge nodded to Nancy, folded his jacket and looked around. "Anybody else here yet?"

Matt nodded towards the back of the store. "Yeah. Mike and Sarah are in the warehouse, and Jimmie’s counting out his till."

"Should I grab a new drawer?"

"No." Matt tapped a pen on the cash register. "You can go ahead and work on this one tonight."

"Cool. Let me shove this stuff in my locker and I’ll be right back."

Nancy handed Matt some cash and Matt rang up her purchase as Jorge wandered off. Matt gave her some change and a receipt, and put the book in a bag.

"So that’s it for tonight, huh?"

She paused, looked at the bag. She realized she had no idea what she’d just bought. "I guess so. I lead a really exciting life, huh?"

Matt hunkered down on the counter. "I’ve got an idea."

"What’s that?" Nancy took the bag and accidentally touched Matt’s hand. Her stomach did another little flip, and she felt a warm, tingling sensation, like pins and needles, shoot up her arm. Her legs suddenly felt rubbery, and the store spun for a second. Then she had the bag in her hand, and the room snapped back into focus. The tingling sensation stayed though, settling down in her stomach.

"As soon as Jorge gets back I’m finished here for tonight, and I don’t really have any plans either." He pointed at the bag. "I wondered if you’d like to postpone your reading for a bit and join me for dinner?"

Nancy’s mouth dropped open, and she managed to stammer, "You mean, like a date?"

Matt laughed good-naturedly. "I mean, like having dinner. What do you say?"

 

 

About and hour later, Nancy found herself downtown, seated across from Matt at a swanky new French restaurant, feeling a little stunned.

Matt had followed her home so she could drop off her car. She gave him a quick tour of her house, changed clothes in a rush, and they ran back out to his car. As she buckled into the seat next to him, Matt told her about a great restaurant that a friend of his just opened and thought they should try.

And here she was, sitting across from this young hunk. He’d been the perfect gentleman all night, holding doors open for her, helping her with her seat, helping her decide what to order. Dinner was fabulous, and he’d listened intently as Nancy babbled on about Jack and the state of her marriage, and she’d listened happily all through dessert as Matt told her about his vacation plans to spend spring break visiting some friends in California.

Nancy couldn’t remember the last time Jack had taken her out for a nice dinner, much less paid attention to anything she had to say.

Honestly, she thought, I can’t remember the last time I’ve had such a good time.

She studied Matt for a second, and amended that last thought.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this attracted to someone, either.

After dessert, Matt paid the check, and as he helped her into her jacket, Nancy realized she didn’t want the night to end. He held his arm out for her as they left the restaurant, and she wrapped herself around him, smiling up at him as they walked back to the parking lot.

Tonight, she realized, she felt like that twenty year old buried inside her just might pop back out.

A man brushed by them, causing Nancy to break out of her bliss, and he walked into an adult video store. The sign above the door read: Angie’s - Lingerie and More!

Nancy shook her head. "Honestly! I can’t believe anyone would want to go into one of those places."

Matt looked up at the sign, then back at her. "What? You mean you’ve never gone into a sex shop before?"

"God, no!"

He laughed. "Why not?"

She gaped at him, and sputtered. "Because...because I... Well." She shrugged her shoulders. "Because only perverts go into places like that."

He laughed again. "This is coming from the woman who was going to buy the gay stud porno book." Matt stepped over to the door and opened it, waved for her to join him. "Here, let’s go in."

In the back of Nancy’s mind, a little voice was trying to be heard, overriding her good, common sense.

"Oh. Oh no. You’ve got to be kidding. I’m not going in there."

He peeked inside, then took her gently by the elbow. "I don’t see any perverts running amok in there. C’mon. It’ll be an adventure. Didn’t you say your husband’s always telling you that you should try new things?"

"I don’t think he meant to hang out with people buying smut."

"If you’ve never tried green eggs, Sam..."

Nancy tried to stand her ground, but giggled.

"C’mon. Have I ever led you wrong?" Matt gave her a puppy look.

The little voice in her head wondered, what would the girls at the gym do? She thought she knew that answer.

Nancy sighed, relenting. "Oh, all right. But just for a minute."

The little voice gave her a pat on the back. She was going to do something crazy and spontaneous!

Matt grinned and led her inside.

 

Nancy clung to Matt and followed him down a short hallway that opened up into a large, spacious warehouse divided into two floors, with another room at the back of the strore. She looked out over shelves and racks packed full of stuff that she never dreamed existed. A counter full of colorful bottles, magazines and sex toys was located right next to the hallway. Nancy gazed around, taking everything in. It wasn’t at all like she’d expected. The store was bright and clean, with several couples wandering around, shopping.

An attractive young woman working at the counter nodded to Matt, who smiled back.

"Hey, Angie!"

"Matt! Long time, no see!" The young woman broke into a huge smile and bounded around the counter. She flung herself at Matt, almost bowling him over, and threw her arms around him. "You look so fucking hot, I could just eat you up!"

Matt smiled at Nancy as the woman broke her clinch. "Nancy, this is Angela. She owns this fine establishment."

Nancy stood, shocked. Angela was one of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen. She was tall and thin, but shapely, with a lions mane of curly, bright red hair. She wore a long, green velvet dress, and black knee-high boots with long, spiked heels. Her full lips were just a shade darker than her hair, and when she smiled at Matt, her entire face lit up.

For the second time that day, Nancy felt a pang of jealousy run through her body. She suddenly felt very old and plain.

Matt untangled himself and Angela turned a pair of intense green eyes on Nancy, taking her in. She set her hands on her hips and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "So. What are you two doing tonight, popping in out of the blue?"

"Nancy’s never been into a place like this before. I thought we’d just have a look around."

A customer wandered over to the counter, looking for help. Angela smiled at Nancy again. "Well. You kids have fun." She gave Matt a quick kiss on the cheek and bounded back behind the counter. "Just yell if you need anything. I’ll only be here for a few more minutes, but Tammy and Candy are both around here somewhere."

Matt took Nancy by the arm again, walking her into the store. Nancy looked up at him, then back at Angela. "So you two know each other?"

He grinned back. "Angela and I are, umn...acquainted. Yeah."

Huh, Nancy wondered. What exactly does that mean?

She looked around. "This isn’t as bad as I thought."

He laughed. "Angela doesn’t tolerate the sleazy thing, with guys in overcoats slinking around exposing themselves to helpless young women." He ruffled her hair, then his face got serious for a second. "But there are some places like this here in town that a woman probably shouldn’t go. At least not by herself."

He stopped at the end of an aisle, filled with adult toys. Nancy’s eyes popped open, and Matt grinned again.

"But she’s definitely in the sex business."

Nancy wandered down the aisle, taking everything in. Boxes of condoms, rubber dolls, underwear, handcuffs, bondage equipment, rubber penises of every shape, size and color, everything she’d heard the girls at the gym giggling about, right in front of her eyes.

"What do people use all this stuff for?"

Matt laughed again. Nancy liked his laugh, it wasn’t mocking, like Jack’s when she’d ask a question.

"You can probably guess. Most of it’s pretty self-explanatory, I think."

She stopped and stared at a display, and Matt walked up behind her.

"You like that?"

Nancy was looking at a box with a picture of a half-naked man, his hand shoved down his underpants, advertising the Dong-O-Rama, ‘the most realistic vibrating penis money can buy! A whopping 8 inches of excitement to satisfy every taste!’

She looked at Matt, and blushed again. "What? No...I, uh..." she stuttered. "It’s...huge."

"You think?" Matt lifted the box, turned it on it’s side. "Huh, not a bad price." He looked back at Nancy with a wicked grin. "When’s your birthday?"

"What? Oh, no, you can’t be serious..."

Nancy jumped after him as he tucked the box under his arm, turned and walked back to the counter, whistling.

"Matt! Wait...wait!"

She tried to grab him, but he was already handing the box to a pale girl dressed in tight, black vinyl hip-huggers and a matching bra, with stiletto-heeled boots laced halfway up her long legs and a thick leather dog collar buckled around her neck.

"Hi Candy."

Candy smiled over the register at Matt as she opened the box and pulled out a big, thick dildo.

"Hey, Matt. Nice choice."

Nancy clutched at Matt’s arm, mortified, as the girl dropped a pair of batteries into a small, plastic box attached to a cord that ran into the base of the dildo.

"Thanks. This is an early birthday present for my friend here."

Candy grinned at Nancy. "This is just to make sure everything works okay, ‘cause we can’t take this back if it’s broken." She twisted a little dial on the box, and the dildo began to vibrate.

Nancy stared at the floor, trying hard not to look.

"Perfect." Candy turned off the vibrator, packed it back up in its box, and scanned the purchase with a beep. "Do you two need any ‘lube with that?" She pointed to a display of squeeze tubes under the glass counter. "We’ve got a special, two-for-one this week."

"Sounds great."

"All-righty. That’ll be $59.97."

Matt handed Candy some bills and she gave him his change, then dropped the box and two hot-pink squeeze tubes into a plain black plastic bag and handed it over the counter.

Candy smiled as Nancy slowly took the bag with a trembling hand. "You have fun with that tonight!"

"Um, okay. Thanks." Somehow, Nancy managed not to drop the bag.

Candy pointed to a ledge over the front door. "Matt, did you check out Angela’s new display? She did it just for you."

Nancy looked up. A series of female-shaped mannequins posed in various stages of dress, starting with a fully dressed mannequin in a black suit and skirt, ending with one wearing just a set of lingerie.

When Nancy glanced back, Matt was looking at her with a little smile on his face.

"What?" She said.

"That," he cocked his head at the display, "would look great on you."

She almost floated all the way back to the car.

 

Matt walked Nancy to her door. She turned toward him and fidgeted with her shopping bags, uncertain of what she should do now.

He smiled down at her, and gave her a gentle hug and a small peck on her cheek, sending tendrils of warm, tingling pleasure through her. Nancy awkwardly tried to hug him back, but the bags got in her way.

"Thank you for dinner. I had fun."

He laughed again and rubbed the spot on her cheek where his lips had touched. "Good. I’m glad."

They shared a small silence. Nancy shuffled her feet, the happy-voice part of her wondering if she should ask him in for a drink.

That’s just crazy.

The Happy Nancy tried to shush another little voice that suddenly popped into her head, reminding her about her husband.

Jack was probably working hard tonight, it said. He’s all alone is some strange city, trusting you here at home. And you want to invite in some young guy you don’t really even know for a drink?

But a little drink would be okay, she thought. He’s been so nice, I should do something for him...

"Would you..." She could barely hear her own voice, but Matt was already backing away, to his car.

"You have a great night Nancy. Sweet dreams."

Nancy watched him walk to his car, mentally kicking herself.

Too late, you missed that chance, said the Happy Voice. It didn’t sound quite so happy now.

Nancy shook out her keys and unlocked the door, stepping into her empty house. She turned off the porchlight, and saw Matt wave to her from his car. She waved back and with a burst of energy, hip-checked the door closed. She leaned against the door for a moment, her eyes closed, then wandered into the hallway.

Nancy made it about halfway down the hall when a strange tingling sensation started burning at the back of her neck.

Then the front door banged open,

She jumped, and spun around. The door was wide open. Hadn’t she locked it? She walked back to the door and peered outside. Nobody there. Matt’s car was already gone, too.

She shut the door again, turning the deadbolt.

There, she thought. Locked now.

She walked back down the hallway into her bedroom, and tossed the bags on the edge of the bed. She walked into the bathroom, and the two voices played Good cop - Bad cop in her head while she brushed her teeth.

You’re married, said one. And why would he be interested in you, anyway? You’re probably twice his age.

Nancy peered at herself in the mirror, scrubbing away, looking at the age lines slowly creeping into her face.

I don’t know how old he is. And he asked me out to dinner tonight, she thought. Why would he do that?

Because he felt sorry for you.

But, what about after, at the store?

He could have any woman there, the voice said. You saw how the redhead looked at him. She basically threw herself at him. He even said they knew each other.

Nancy spit, disgusted with herself. She rinsed her mouth and spit again, put back her toothbrush.

Maybe I should’ve thrown myself at him when he tried to kiss me, she thought.

So he could’ve laughed at you?

Nancy groaned at the thought.

She walked out of the bathroom, kicking off her shoes. She slipped her blouse off over her head, unbuttoned her pants and pushed them to the floor. She stood in her panties and bra, the same pair she’d bought for Jack, and inspected herself in the full-length mirror standing by the dresser, in front of the bed. She turned this way and that, cupping her breasts.

Maybe not too bad yet, she thought.

Despite having had two children and lugging around some extra weight for the last few years, her breasts and belly didn’t have any stretch marks. In the push-up bra, her heavy breasts almost even looked perky. And her tummy still had a little pooch, but her waist was slimming down. She turned and looked at her ass. Not so good there, she thought. That’s where most of the weight had settled, there and in her thighs. But she could see some muscle tone making a comeback, fighting the bits of cellulite spreading around the tops of her legs.

Maybe good enough for Matt?

Nancy remembered Angela again, with her tight young body, and sighed, dropping onto the side of the bed. The mattress bounced under her, knocking her bags to the floor. She bent over and picked up the bag closest to her.

The black bag.

As she sat back up, the vibrator and two pink tubes dropped out into her lap.

Nancy set the bag back down on the bed beside her and stared at the box in her lap for a long minute.

Remember Jack, the voice said.

Then she grabbed the box and opened it up.

 

Nancy pulled out the vibrator with shaking hands and set the box down on the edge of the bed.

She never noticed it tip over the side and fall to the floor. All her attention was on the massive chunk of rubber clenched tightly in her trembling, sweaty fist. She examined the ridges and veins molded into the vibrator, the small hole at the tip. She ran her hand down the shaft until both her fists touched. It’s so big, she thought. And heavy. She touched it’s base where the cord was attached, molded into the likeness of a man’s scrotum.

She groped on the bed for the little control box and turned it on, using the dial like she’d seen the employee at the store do. It buzzed to life in her hands, causing her to gasp. Her mouth was dry, and Nancy licked her lips and glanced around, checking to make sure she was alone.

A vague warning bell seemed to go off for a second, that little voice still trying to get her to listen to common sense.

She giggled a little at her foolishness. She looked around for the box to put the thing away, and the little voice seemed to sigh at her first rational decision of the night.

Then she looked into the mirror.

She saw herself, sitting on the bed with her legs spread slightly, breathing rapidly, her face and chest flushed. Her nipples were hard, poking against the material of her bra, and she felt a warm wetness spreading into her panties.

And then she saw - or thought she saw - Matt, in the mirror, standing in front of her, naked, her hands gripping his hard, pulsing penis, the tip hovering just near her face.

Nancy blinked.

The image was gone when she opened her eyes, and she was just holding the vibrator again, still buzzing away.

"Oh God." A wave of horniness washed over her, and her panties were suddenly soaking wet. She licked her lips again, and closed her eyes.

Suddenly, it was like he was there again.

This time Nancy didn’t open her eyes. She pretended to reach out for his penis, gripping him, running her hands over its length. She pressed it against her face, rubbing it back and forth over her mouth, licking the shaft with her tongue. She thought she could feel it, warm and throbbing against her lips. She kissed it, running her tongue over the mushroom-shaped head, letting the tip fill her mouth.

And then she was blindly groping for one of the bottles of lubricant.

Nancy knocked one tube to the floor but found the other and popped open the top. She vaguely realized she had no idea how to use the stuff, but managed to squeeze a bunch of goo out into her hand, and she rubbed the jelly over the vibrator. Then she spread out on the bed, pulling her wet panties away from her crotch with one hand, pressing the tip of the vibrator against the soft lips of her vagina with the other. She rubbed it along her clit and felt a jolt of pleasure, causing another flood of moisture to seep down her crotch.

She heard herself moan, and she pulled her legs up and wrapped her hands around her ass to get a better grip on the vibrator. She pushed it gently against her pussy, feeling it slide slowly into her, filling her. She gasped as she took the first few inches, her back arching. The dildo slipped in almost without her help, as if it had found a life of its own, and was hunting for the place it was meant to be.

Nancy’s hand flopped around next to her, searching for the control box. She found it and flicked the speed dial. The vibrator roared to life inside her, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Nancy felt her toes curling and tried to imagine Matt leaning over her with her legs wrapped tightly around his neck, slowly pushing himself deep into her body, making love to her. Nancy felt her hips buck, and she cried out as the vibrator wormed further into her.

She ran her hands up to her breasts, leaving a trail of shiny, wet lubricant over her belly, and imagined Matt squeezing them through her bra. She sighed and her body relaxed, and the last few inches of the dildo slid into her pussy. Nancy felt the latex balls pressing against her ass as she played with her tits, wondering what it would feel like to have Matt licking and biting her nipples while he rode her. She could almost feel his hands running over her body, taking her arms by the wrists and pulling them over her head, pinning them down into the mattress. Her hips started churning, and she thrust her hands over her head, through a hole in the headboard, imagining Matt was tying her to the bed.

Nancy groaned, and she bucked and writhed, her eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back into her pillows. She thought she could feel the vibrator slowly moving in and out of her pussy as she ground her hips, pushing her ass hard into the bed.

And then she was coming.

Nancy felt her orgasm building, starting in her fingers and toes, and suddenly she felt like she was exploding. She tossed and turned as she came, her wrists stuck in place.

And then she flipped over onto her stomach.

Nancy thought she felt Matt’s strong hands circle her waist, raising her hips up, and she moaned again as the dildo was pushed harder into her. She imagined the hands pulling her panties away from her butt, and imagined she could feel the tip of the lubricant tube pushed into her asshole, the cool jelly spreading inside her.

The little voice of concern nipped around the edge of her mind, wondering how this could be happening. She vaguely realized she hadn’t turned over by herself, but her body was burning up with lust now, and she just squirmed, gasping over and over, "Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass..."

And then there was a pressure against her bottom, strong and insistent. Nancy felt her asshole stretch, like she was trying to use the bathroom. She felt the bed shift and her butt was jerked higher into the air as something big and hard slowly slid into her asshole. The sudden pressure caused her eyes to pop open, and she cried out and tried to turn around. But she was held still; she couldn’t move.

She could just make out her bottom in the mirror behind her, wriggling, stuck up in the air, the vibrator peeking out of her crotch.

There was nothing else there.

But the pressure increased. Nancy felt something thick rubbing the thin layer of skin between her ass and the vibrator wedged deep in her pussy. She thought she felt strong hands slip under her body, cupping and squeezing her breasts, pulling her bra down and slowly rubbing her nipples.

The pressure against her bottom was relentless and she felt her body expand, wondering if she would split open.

Nancy felt a hand slide down her moist, sticky belly, slipping into the top edge of her panties and down further, until it cupped her pussy. She felt fingers play with her clit, sending a long burst of pleasure through her. She cried out again and buried her face deep into her pillows. She could vaguely hear a soft, wet, slurping sound as the pressure in her bowels began easing slowly in and out.

She swore she heard a man groan with pleasure.

Suddenly, in the mirror, she could see him again, almost as clear as day. Matt was kneeling behind her, resting his body over hers, his face buried against her neck and his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. She could see the muscles in his back and his ass moving as he slowly fucked her from behind.

She heard herself moaning.

And just like that, she was coming again, the orgasm burning through her, and she shoved herself against him, wanting more of him, begging him to fuck her ass. She tried to pull her hands out from under the headboard to hold him while she came, but the weight of his body pumping against hers pushed her arms even further through. She felt skin peel from her forearms as they scraped against the wood.

"M-M-Matt..."

She managed to gasp his name as the pain from her abused arms coupled with the pleasure from her orgasm, and her body surrendered to him, her orgasm coming in waves, leaving her trembling and gasping for breath. She looked behind her again, into the mirror.

Again she seemed alone in the bedroom, but her bottom was still jutting up in the air, shaking. She could still feel the pressure, the fullness moving in and out of her ass, and her body was pushed steadily, rythmically forward, her face mashing into her pillows.

She was exhausted, and her eyelids fluttered as her orgasm continued. She couldn’t stay awake now, her body felt heavy as lead. Nancy distinctly felt a pair of hands grab her ass and squeeze, heard the low, gutteral growl of a man in orgasm, and then her body was brutally shoved forward.

As her forehead smacked up against the headboard, Nancy vaguely wondered if she was going crazy.

 

Matt arched his back, his eyes closed tight, and smiled happily. He shoved himself hard up against Nancy’s ass, enjoying his orgasm, letting it sweep him away. The dildo buried in her pussy vibrated pleasantly against his dick, and he felt her sphincter muscles clenching around him, trying to push him out of her ass.

Matt looked down at her asshole, stretched out as wide as her forearm. He grinned and gave her butt cheeks a vigorous massage.

Nancy had moaned his name and passed out just before he came. He watched her face while his dick slowly softened inside her, and ran his hands over her panties.

Cute, he thought. Older women seemed to always wear nice, flowery bra’s, but the lacy panties had been a surprise.

When he dropped Nancy off and kissed her goodnight, Matt had sent a little wave of control over her. She’d been pretty easy to manipulate during their date. He’d only needed to give her a suggestion here and there along the way, wanting her to make her own decisions, and then running with the choices she’d made. But he’d given her that one shot so he could follow her into the house without her seeing him. He let her get inside and shut her door, and he watched her through the window until she moved down the hallway. Then he’d thrown open the door and slipped into the house as she rushed back. He was inside, standing just next to Nancy when she shut the door again and locked it.

Then he just followed her into the bedroom and he’d waited while she brushed her teeth, quietly arguing with herself over whether or not he really liked her.

That had made him smile.

He watched her take off her clothes and tried to keep his dick from exploding through his pants as she examined herself in the mirror. When she sat down on the bed and knocked the packages to the floor, he’d almost given her another dose of control, but he waited. If Nancy had picked up the bag with the book, he’d have left her alone for the night.

But she didn’t.

She’d reached down, completely ignoring the book, and picked up the bag with the dildo.

Matt knew he had her then, so he’d taken off his own clothes, and his dick quietly whispered its thanks to him.

Don’t mention it, partner, he thought.

And he let his control slip, just a little, as she played with her new toy, and smiled when she looked up and saw him in the mirror. He watched her eyes glaze over with the fantasy she was creating, watched her slip the dildo into her pussy and start fucking it like someone was really riding her. When she pinned her hands above her head, Matt knew she was pretending to be tied down.

He watched her squirm on the bed, and listened to her little panting breaths as her orgasm boiled over.

Didn’t want to hang out with the perverts, huh Nancy?

Matt grabbed an ankle and flipped her over, crawling up onto the bed. He pulled her hips higher into the air, jabbed the open tube of lubricant into her asshole and squirted it full of the slippery liquid.

Then he started fucking her.

Her ass was tight as hell, but her body had relaxed with her first orgasm, and the lubricant helped him ease into her. Halfway in, he laid on top of her so he could get a better handful of her breasts. She’d surprised him by pushing her butt hard against him, forcing him almost all the way inside her. He let her see him in the mirror again as he fucked her.

Matt knew he probably didn’t have to go to the trouble of hiding himself at all, and that she’d been on the verge of asking him inside earlier.

But this was so much more fun.

And then she came. He felt warm fluid running down his legs as she ground her butt in circles against him. With the combination of her ass muscles clenching him and the vibrator buzzing against the bottom of his dick, Matt knew that he wouldn’t be able to last much longer either.

And then it was his turn. He heard himself groan as he shot his load into her ass and he leaned into her, spreading her butt wider with his hands, pushing himself all the way inside.

Now Matt grinned at the sight of her body underneath him, crumpled into the bed.

He pulled his dick out of her ass with a wet slurping sound, and turned her back over. Her arm flopped over her heavy breasts, smashing them flat.

Nancy was out cold, probably for the night. She was going to be sore tomorrow, and her forearms were really going to hurt; they were scraped raw and were turning a nice shade of purple from being rubbed against the wood edge of her headboard. She had a sticky-wet layer of lubricant and cum smeared over her belly and between her legs.

Matt looked at the vibrator, shoved as far into her pussy as it would go. He thought about yanking it out but decided to leave it. She could get it out when she woke up. Instead, he turned the speed up as high as it would go, grinning at it buzzed around in her crotch.

He wondered what was going to be running through her head tomorrow.

Better to let her sleep for now. She was going to need all the rest she could get. He had a feeling she was going to experiencing a few life changing events over the next few days.

Probably starting with another visit to Angela tomorrow.

Whistling, Matt padded into the bathroom to clean up.

 

Nancy woke to sunshine streaming into the bedroom, a pounding bladder and a strange buzzing sound.

She groaned and rolled over, tried to stand up. Something tangled around her legs and she almost fell, but managed to catch herself on the edge of the bed.

Groggily, she tried to push the bedcovers away from her, but they were already lying on the floor. She looked down and saw the cord wrapped around her legs, and what she’d done last night came back to her in a rush.

"Oh my God," she mumbled.

She started to untangle herself from the cord, found the vibrator still wedged into her vagina, humming merrily away. She felt sticky from all the goop smeared over her hands and legs, and a huge wet spot covered the place on the bed where she’d passed out. Nancy looked at her arms and gasped. They were black and blue, with large, bloody scrapes running from her wrists almost to her elbows. Her body hurt all over, and her bottom seemed especially sore.

She felt like she had to poop, badly, and the pressure from her bladder doubled as she bent over and unwrapped the cord.

Yuck, she thought. I need to get this thing out of me.

Nancy turned off the vibrator, stood up, and almost fell over again. She steadied herself, braced a hand against the bed, spread her trembling legs and tried to get a grip on the base of the dildo. It was still lathered with the wet, sticky lubricant, and was pushed so far inside her Nancy couldn’t get a grip.

"Shit."

She tried again, realized she couldn’t get it out that way. So she wound the cord in her hand a couple times, braced herself again, squatted as far down as she could, and pulled. The dildo slowly oozed out, and Nancy pulled a little harder. She shut her eyes, feeling it slide free, until finally all eight, dripping inches swung free in her hand. She tossed it onto the wet spot on the bed and steadied herself, then wobbled into the bathroom to pee.

Nancy emerged from the bathroom about twenty minutes later followed by a cloud of steam, wrapping a bath towel around her head, with another tied around her chest. She looked at the mess she’d made of the bedroom and sighed.

Then the phone on the night-table rang.

She let the answering machine pick up. After the beep, she recognized her husbands voice.

"Hi honey, it’s Jack."

He sounded annoyed, put out. He usually did when he called. Nancy could’ve sworn she heard a woman giggling quietly in the background.

"I just wanted to apologize for not calling last night, but I got, uh, a little tied up. Heh."

That time she was sure of it. And now there was more than one voice, and definitely female.

She heard Jack put his hand over the phone and shush whoever it was.

"Anyway, hope you had a good night. Everything’s looking, uh, up, so far this trip. I’ll call you back later. ‘Bye."

She stared at the phone, shocked.

Not that she hadn’t suspected him of having an affair. She wasn’t a stupid person. She knew the signs, and the fact was, they rarely had sex anymore.

But now she was sure of it, and probably with more than just one person, too, by the sound of it. And to call her while he was with someone else?

That was low.

For a second she felt like falling on the bed and crying.

Then she remembered last night.

She thought of Matt, walking her to her door. Kissing her. Now that she thought about it for a second, he’d been flirting with her all night. Hadn’t he?

Nancy smacked her forehead.

She wasn’t stupid, no. But she’d tried to be faithful to her husband for so long, she couldn’t see the signs that were right in front of her face.

Nancy realized that she was really attracted to Matt, and was sure that was due partly because he’d been friendly to her. All those trips to his store, all his smiles, talking with her when she didn’t have anyone else to listen...

All those stories about her being home, alone, her husband off on business...

She smacked her head again.

He probably thinks I want to have an affair!

Nancy realized suddenly that if she’d asked him in for that drink last night, she probably wouldn’t have needed to use that...vibrator...that he’d bought...for...her.

"Omigod. I could’ve had sex last night," she mumbled to herself.

She paced for a second, thinking. Jack’s voice ran through her head.

Do something fun and exciting. Do something new .

All right Jack, she thought, pulling open her dresser. She dug around and found another pair of the cute, new panties and a fresh, sexy bra.

She dropped the towel to the floor, and slipped on the panties. She snapped on the bra and fished around again, finding a comfortable, long-sleeve t-shirt and an old, faded pair of Levi’s. She dressed as quickly as her sore body would allow, brushed her hair, and took stock of herself in the mirror.

I just won’t be doing it with you.

She decided she felt pretty good, and she didn’t think she looked half bad.

Time to put that theory to the test, she thought. Just need to make one pit-stop first.

Then she slipped on a pair of leather sandals, grabbed her purse and walked out the door.

 

Nancy retraced her steps from last night, and finally wound up back at Angela’s store, staring up at the wall display.

"Hi, can I help you?" said a familiar voice from behind her.

Nancy turned to find Angela smiling at her, appraising her with those bright green eyes of hers.

The nervous butterflies came back suddenly, causing Nancy’s stomach to flitter around.

"Hi. Um, I was here for a little while last night with a, uh, friend of mine, and he introduced us?"

"You were with Matt."

"Right. I’m N..."

"Nancy. Right. I remember." Angela looked up at the display, her hands on her hips, shaking out her long, curly hair.

That little pang of jealousy snuck back. Nancy wondered if Matt had touched that hair, or those hips.

"So you had so much fun last night, you decided to come back by yourself?"

"Well..." Nancy tried.

Angela kept talking. "I noticed Matt bought you a little gift before you left."

Nancy blushed. She tried to ignore her burning cheeks and pointed to the display. "I came back because Matt said he really liked that outfit."

There, Little Miss Cute-and-Perky Redhead. That should let you know which one of us Matt wants, she thought. She tried to return Angela’s steady gaze and look casual and confident.

"And I bet he thought you’d look fabulous in it?" Angela’s eyes never wavered.

"Um, well, yes, he did," she took a deep breath. "I’d like to buy the whole outfit."

"I see." Angela smirked. "You want to buy it to please him?"

That was an odd way of putting it, Nancy thought. "Yes, um, I think so."

Angela grabbed Nancy’s hand, pulled it up so she could see her wedding ring. She raised her eyebrows and said, "You’re sure?"

Nancy looked at the ring and thought about all it had meant to her, once, even just a day or two ago. Then she looked Angela dead in the eye.

"Yes."

Angela’s face changed, and she took Nancy’s hand and threw her arm around her, like they were old friends.

"Okay." Angela waved up at the mannequins. "But you’ve got to realize, that’s just a sample. All the clothing we sell here is custom made to fit, and that particular dress suit with all of the accessories and lingerie runs about $2500.00."

Nancy felt her mouth drop open. She stared at Angela, stunned.

"You...you’re kid..." she stammered. Angela grinned.

"Nope. Not kidding." She looked up again. "I had a feeling Matt would get a rise out of that outfit. I don’t think he knows it, but he’s got a deep, repressed fetish for the mature business woman look."

She looked back at Nancy, who was struggling to regain her composure. "A little surprised, huh?"

Nancy nodded.

"We don’t sell anything off the rack here. Even the lingerie is tailored, just for you." Angela tossed her hair again. "And him," she added.

Nancy could feel a deep disappointment, a sudden hollowness in the pit of her stomach, like the bottom dropping out of an elevator.

"I don’t have that kind of money. I’m sorry, I probably just wasted your time for nothing."

Angela smiled. "Don’t be silly."

"No, really. My husb...I mean, I can’t spend that much money for clothes." Not even for Matt, she thought.

Angela looked at her and paused, considering. "For a friend of Matt, maybe I can work something out."

"What do you mean? I can’t..."

"Listen, why don’t you come back to my office with me, and we’ll take some measurements." Angela put her fingers over Nancy’s lips as she started to protest, and Nancy felt a deep, warm, relaxing tingle run through her body at the touch. "Don’t worry, we can figure out what this will cost you later."

"You’re sure?"

Angela turned Nancy around and guided her past the counter, to a double-door that opened into a dark hallway.

"I’m very sure."

Nancy breathed a sigh of relief, and thought of Matt’s face when he looked at her here last night.

This might actually work out, she thought. I might still be able to surprise him.

Angela snapped her fingers at a pretty young lady dressed in bondage gear working the counter.

"Rachel, send Candy back with a tape measure, right away."

"Yes, Angela," said the clerk.

Angela smiled at the back of Nancy’s head as she guided her down the hall. And what price will be high enough for you to pay for Matt’s attention, she wondered?

Angela gently squeezed Nancy’s arm, and her smile grew.

But it never touched her eyes.

 

"So how do you know Matt?"

Nancy was standing in Angela’s office, dressed in just her panties and her bra. Angela asked Nancy to strip while they waited for Candy, then folded her clothes and carefully placed them on an old, victorian-style love seat; and now she was pacing the room, giving Candy and another employee, Cindy, instructions as they took Nancy’s measurements.

"I shop at his store a lot." Nancy looked around in amazement. The office was buried at the very back of the warehouse. Nancy guessed it was easily as large as her basement at home, and it was decorated like something out of a gothic movie with dark, lush, velvet covered furniture.

Angela stopped circling the room and sat on the red velvet couch in front of Nancy, leaned back and crossed her legs. Nancy had to pry her eyes away from the flash of creamy white skin and forced herself to look Angela in the eyes.

"How about you? Where did two meet?"

Candy pushed Nancy’s arms out to her sides and wrapped a tape measure around her waist as the other girl scribbled numbers down in a notepad.

Angela smiled and stretched, cat-like.

"Do you really want to know?"

Did she? Angela’s questions always seemed to jump out of left field, and Nancy had the uncomfortable feeling that Angela knew exactly what she was thinking all the time. But for some reason, Nancy had to know what their relationship was.

"Sure."

Nancy thought she caught a strange look pass between Candy and Cindy.

"A mutual...friend of ours introduced us some time ago."

"Oh," said Nancy. She wasn’t sure what that meant either. "Like a blind date?"

Angela laughed. "Not quite. The gentleman, Melvin, owns a business, something like this one, but he also manufactures...certain sorts of toys and paraphernalia."

Candy squatted down in front of Nancy and ran the tape measure up the inside of her leg. A chill ran through Nancy as the girls fingers brushed against the soft, sensitive skin at the top of her thigh, and Candy held the tape with her fist pressed gently against Nancy’s crotch.

Nancy swallowed around a dry throat.

"Like the things you sell?"

Angela played with a lock of fiery red hair, wrapping it around her finger.

"He makes very high-quality bondage gear, for very, very discriminating adults. We sell some of his nicer equipment here, and he supplies all of our handcuffs and the like. And he sells a lot of our clothing at his shop. We have a nice...working relationship." She smiled. "Anyway, he sold Matt some gear for Matt’s first pet, and..."

Nancy was having a hard time concentrating. She felt like she was wading through a thick fog. Candy was dressed in nothing but a black silk teddy and stiletto heeled boots, and Nancy found herself staring down Candy’s cleavage as the girl worked.

Candy noticed and smiled.

Nancy flushed again, and wondered if the girl ever took off that dog collar. Then Angela’s last comment jerked her back to attention.

Pet? What kind of pet did Matt have?

"...Melvin thought enough of Matt to introduce us," Angela continued, "and now Matt buys clothing for all his pets here."

Nancy was really confused. How many dogs did Matt have?

"Matt dresses up his dog, er, dogs, in...in lingerie and stuff?"

Angela looked surprised, and the girls giggled.

"Sorry, what?"

"His dog...I mean, I didn’t know he had a pet, but that’s kind of weird."

A slow smile spread across Angela’s face. She stood up and slowly walked behind her employees, who stood motionless.

"I suppose I should have said ‘slave’, or ‘sex-slave’ instead." Angela ran the side of her hand down Cindy’s cheek.

Cindy looked down at her feet and bit her lip.

"That’s the term most people understand, but it seems so...so barbaric. You know? I prefer the term ‘pet’ for my slaves."

Angela grabbed a silver ring set into the dog collar buckled around Cindy’s neck and pulled her closer, then grinned at Nancy, who stood dumbstruck. "I tend to forget most Normals might not understand."

Angela stroked Cindy again, and the girls eyes fluttered closed.

"Sweet, sweet girl," Angela murmered.

Nancy’s eyes popped open as Angela gave Cindy a long, slow kiss.

When she released her, Cindy’s eyes were glazed over and she swayed slightly, out on her feet. Angela wrapped an arm around Candy’s waist and pulled her close, whispered something to her that Nancy couldn’t hear.

Candy knelt back down in front of Nancy, and Angela slid around behind her, trailing a finger over Nancy’s shoulder.

That strange tingle shot through her body again, giving her a sudden chill. Nancy felt goosebumps pop up on her arms, and Candy slowly ran her hands up her legs.

"Normals? I don’t...I don’t understand." Nancy was scared now, surrounded by the three women.

Angela slipped her hands around Nancy’s waist, locking her fingers together over her belly. Nancy felt her body pressing gently against her, the soft, warm feel of Angela’s dress against her naked back.

The feeling of pins and needles exploded through her body.

She tried to say something, to make Angela stop, but she couldn’t speak. Angela’s warm breath tickled her ear.

"You want to know if Matt and I are lovers?"

Nancy nodded, licking her lips.

"We’re not." Angela’s lips just touched the edge of Nancy’s ear. "But it hasn’t been for lack of trying."

The voice in her head was screaming at Nancy now, trying to push a message through the fog clouding her head, telling this was insane. Telling her to run, to get out and not look back.

"W-why?" Nancy’s voice was thick, trembling. She felt her body shaking.

Angela lightly nipped Nancy’s ear with her little, white teeth. Nancy heard herself moan, felt her eyes flutter.

"You don’t really know him, do you?"

Nancy tried to speak again, but couldn’t seem to get her mouth to work. She shook her head, managed a weak, "No."

"Did you know that he brought me one of his pets not long ago? A young girl, after he’d helped her former roommate rape her in her bed?"

Nancy’s eyes went wide. Angela smiled.

"I didn’t think so. He decided to keep her, as a trophy." Angela paused, savoring the moment.

She pointed to a wooden rack standing at the far side of the room. "We locked her in there, bent over, gagged and squirming. He let me...play with her, while he watched."

Candy began kissing Nancy’s legs, running her hands up and cupping her bottom.

"He liked that." Angela smiled at the memory. "We filmed it, if you’d like to see it?"

Nancy shook her head wildly.

"No? It excited him, watching us." Angela ran her hands in a slow circle on Nancy’s stomach. "But he wouldn’t let me touch him. Would you like me to tell you why?"

Nancy shook her head again, wanting her to stop.

"No? Perhaps tonight I’ll show you. But I do think you should understand the consequences of your choice to be with Matt, what he’s really like. Don’t you?"

A pit opened in Nancy’s stomach as Angela spoke, telling her sick, perverted stories about Matt’s sexual appetites.

"He brought the girl to me because he knows me; because we’re the same person in so many ways." Angela’s hands slipped down Nancy’s belly, into her panties, and gently stroked her pubic hair. "Because we’re both predators."

No no no...Matt’s not like that! He wouldn’t do that! He wouldn’t!

But Nancy continued to listen, sick, and Angela whispered more filth into her ear as the women fondled her.

Slowly, as Angela spoke, the panicky voice faded deep into the fog that had taken over Nancy’s mind. She felt warm hands hook into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down, exposing her bottom. Cindy stood behind Candy and grabbed Nancy’s hands, placing them on the back of Candy’s head, bunching her fingers into her thick brown hair.

"And Normals - people like you, are our prey." Angela slid a finger down further, over Nancy’s clit, then curling up into her pussy.

Nancy’s knees wobbled, and her arms and hands clenched around Candy’s head, pulling her face hard against her crotch. Angela’s hands slid back up her belly to her breasts, and cupped them gently as Candy’s mouth pressed Nancy’s mound, kissing and biting.

"He’s marked you, you know. He wants you to be his pet." Angela kissed her neck, ran her moist little tongue down along her shoulder. "And you want it, too. I can feel it. That’s why you came back today. Isn’t it?"

Candy gently spread Nancy’s legs wider, and she heard little lapping noises as Candy pressed her mouth against her pussy. A sudden jolt of pleasure ripped through Nancy as Candy flicked her tongue around her clit.

"Oh God..." Nancy moaned as the three women swarmed around her, kissing and groping her body.

"And you wanted to be the good little slave, and surprise your new master with a gift."

Nancy felt Angela step back, and the other hands suddenly left her body.

She swooned and fell to her knees onto the carpet. The women stood over her as she knelt, her body trembling with fear and excitement.

Angela tangled her fingers in Nancy’s hair and jerked her head back, leaned over. She ran a hand lightly over Nancy’s exposed throat.

"I’d collar you myself, if I could. Make Matt come and find you." She shook Nancy’s head. "I’d make him beg for you."

Nancy pawed at the hands clenched in her hair. "Please...you’re hurting me..."

"But Matt wouldn’t like that, and his gift’s much stronger than mine."

She shoved Nancy to the floor, wiped her hands, and sat down again on the couch.

Nancy looked up, tears running down her face. Angela sat with her legs crossed, her foot idly swinging just in front of Nancy’s nose.

Cindy held out her folded clothes as Candy helped her stand.

"So if I want him, I have to play by his rules. He’s letting you make your own choices, otherwise he would’ve just bought you the outfit himself last night." Angela spread her ams out across the back of the couch, relaxed again.

"And that means he’ll let me decide what type of payment I want from you."

Nancy clutched her clothes to her chest. She tried to wipe the tears away.

"I...I can’t take the clothes. I can’t pay for them."

"It’s much too late to change your mind now, Sweet."

Angela toyed with her hair again, thinking. "No, you’ll take what you asked me for, and Matt will get to satisfy his little fetish. The outfit won’t be ready to pick up for a week or two though. We have too much work already in line to start on your clothes."

Nancy gaped at her, stuttering. "But, but..."

"Don’t worry, Sweet. Matt’s going to be leaving tonight to visit two more of his little pets in California." She grinned. "I won’t tell him that you have to wait to try and seduce him."

Nancy felt a surge of panic, that her plan wasn’t going to work. She remembered Matt telling her during dinner that he was going to be going on vacation soon.

Angela smiled at Nancy’s look of dismay, glanced at an old silver clock on the wall. "Matt should still be at work. If you hurry, you can probably just catch him if you’d like to say goodbye. He was going to try and visit Melvin this afternoon before he left."

Nancy looked at the clock: three in the afternoon. Maybe she did still have time to see Matt before he left. She tried to pull her panties back up with one hand, struggling with the material.

Angela watched, that little smile playing around her lips.

"Candy, why don’t you help our sweet new friend get dressed."

Nancy felt Candy’s hair brush against the back of her legs, and then her panties were pulled back into place. Cindy shook out Nancy’s pants, and helped her step into them.

After she was clothed, Angela stood again, grabbed Nancy’s wrist and held it tight.

"Owww..."

She yanked off Nancy’s wedding ring and tossed it on her desk.

"There. You’ve made your choice; you won’t need that anymore." Angela kissed her cheek, gently.

"Go see your new master." Angela grinned. "But afterwards, you’re mine."

"Please, I..."

Angela waved her hand, dismissing Nancy.

"And Sweet, don’t try to run." Angela sat down behind her desk, her eyes hard, all emotion drained from her face. "Because I’ll find you."

Candy and Cindy grabbed Nancy by the arms and led her out of the office.

 

Nancy drove to Matt’s store in a state of shock. By the time she pulled into the parking lot, she was sobbing uncontrollably.

She could feel the hysteria building, like a bubble deep in her gut. Nancy managed to park in front of the store and tried to pull herself together.

There was so much she didn’t understand, but she knew with a rising certainty that Angela wasn’t lying. She looked at the tan line were her wedding ring had been, wondering why she hadn’t fought to keep it, why she hadn’t run, screaming when the women had surrounded her.

She could still feel Candy’s mouth on her, and Angela’s hands cupping her breasts. And she remembered the strange feeling that overcame her after Angela touched her.

Everything that had just happened terrified her.

I’m losing my mind, she thought. There’s something terribly wrong with me.

The only person she could think of that might understand was Matt.

I have to talk to Matt. He can help me.

Nancy looked up as Matt stepped outside, holding one of the glass doors open for a smartly dressed woman who walked like she was in pain. Nancy looked closer. The woman looked vaguely familiar, but Nancy couldn’t quite place her face. She was a bit younger than Nancy, maybe in her mid-forties, and pretty, but plain, with almost no makeup, straight, shoulder length blonde hair and a nice figure.

Matt followed her to a brand new Lexus, carrying a couple plastic bags. He waited while she unlocked the car doors and put the bags in the back seat. Nancy could see the womans face contort in pain as she tried to settle into the car. Matt noticed too; he held out his hand for her, wrapping the other around her back, and she looked up at him in surprise. Matt said something, smiled, and he helped her ease into her seat, then shut the car door. He waved goodbye as she pulled out of the parking lot.

Nancy watched Matt go back inside the store.

He’s so nice. There’s no way he could be doing those things Angela said.

Could he?

The nervous flip-flops in her stomach came back suddenly as she tried to decide what to do.

Only one way to find out, she thought.

She pulled her key out of the ignition and was reaching for her purse just as Matt walked back out to his car. He opened the trunk, slung a large duffel bag inside, slammed it shut, and was driving away before Nancy realized he was leaving.

In a sudden panic, Nancy dropped her purse back on the seat, started her car and followed him.

 

It was rush hour, and getting dark. Nancy lost sight of Matt’s car on the freeway more than once.

He crossed the river into downtown, then followed the freeway headed north.

She wondered where he was going. This wasn’t the way to the airport. He was heading more towards the industial district.

Matt turned on his blinker. Nancy changed lanes and followed him up an exit ramp.

Off the freeway, she tried to get her bearings, feeling turned around and lost. She never had any reason to come into this part of town. It had a bad reputation anyway - the news always said that crime, prostitution and drugs were rampant up here, and most of the businesses seemed to barely be able to eke out an existence.

Nancy passed storefront after storefront with thick iron gates padlocked over the front doors, broken or boarded windows and walls covered with graffitti. She locked her doors after she passed a dilapidated bar, when two black men standing outside saw her and ran after her car.

She gunned the car forward.

Oh God! she thought. She watched in her rearview mirror as the two men stopped running and laughed at her. She grabbed her purse and shoved it under the seat of her car.

Where are you going Matt? She was almost afraid to find out.

And she was definitely lost now.

She didn’t know any of these street names, and wasn’t even sure which way she needed to go to find the freeway again.

Nancy was trying to retrace their route in her head when Matt turned into a parking lot, parked, and walked into a huge, neon-lit warehouse.

She parked her car across the street from the lot, got out and looked around.

A marquee over the entry welcomed her to ‘The Pit’, with a blinking neon sign underneath advertising the place as the ‘Home of The Maze’.

"This is crazy," she whispered to herself. But she locked her car and hurried across the street after Matt.

Two huge black men guarded the entrance, and signs painted on the front doors told Nancy to have her I.D. ready.

"Oh shit." She’d left her purse in the car. She looked up at one of the guys and tried to smile.

"Um, a friend of mine just went in there while I was, uh, parking the car. I didn’t bring my drivers license with me, but can I go in?"

The guys looked at each other and grinned. The taller of the pair turned his smile on Nancy, flashing a mouthful of gold teeth.

"Oh yeah? The guy who just went in, huh?"

Relief flooded through Nancy. They seemed friendly. "You know Matt?"

He shook his head. "Nope. Don’t know any Matt."

"Oh. Well, is it okay? I could run back to my car..."

"Uh, ma’am, the signs are there to keep the kids out." He looked at her. "You over eighteen?"

"Oh, Jeez." Nancy laughed with the two guys. "I thought..."

"Naw, don’t worry about it. Common mistake." He looked at her again. "You sure you want to go in there?" He sounded concerned.

She wasn’t. But she nodded. "I need to talk to Matt."

"Matt. Right." The guy looked over at his partner again, who shrugged. He opened the door for her, and a wave of noise and cigarette smoke hit her like a wall.

"Okay, lady. Whatever you say. You have fun, now."

Nancy stopped short as the door swung closed behind her, and stared. Her experience at Angela’s store hadn’t prepared her for this place.

This was like an evil twin brother in comparison.

Loud music blared through the cavernous space, punctuated by the sound of women screaming and moaning. Angela’s store was clean and neat and well-lit, this place was dark and gloomy under flickering neon and flourescent lights, and stank of cigarettes and something that smelled like mold. Nancy remembered young couples shopping at Angela’s, here grizzled men shot furtive looks around at each other as they prowled through the store.

She remembered Matt again, telling there were places like this, were women shouldn’t go.

The door closed with a bang, and Nancy felt every sleazy head in the place turn to look at her. Some of the men grinned and pointed at her.

What have I got myself into? she thought.

Trying to stay composed, she stepped further into the store, unconsciously wrapping her arms under her breasts, hugging herself. Angela’s store had seemed huge to her, but this place seemed to go on forever.

And it was cold in here.

Groups of customers stared up at large video screens that hung behing the counter and on the walls. Nancy craned her head to get a look at what was playing, and her mouth dropped open.

The moaning over the speakers was coming from the woman on the screen. She was in a room, down on all fours on a chipped concrete floor, straddling a man while another man took her from behind. The man behind her was pounding himself into her bottom, smacking it viciously with his hand in time with his thrusts, while the man lying underneath her bit and chewed at her breasts. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying and her face was purpled with bruises. Blood seeped from cuts on her cheeks. Her eyes bulged and her face contorted with pain as another man grabbed her by the hair and shoved his penis hard into her mouth. Her screams turned into gags as the man forced her to go down on him.

Some of the men around her cheered. A few were openly rubbing at their crotches through their pants.

Nancy hugged herself harder.

She looked around at the counter. A greasy, painfully thin man with gold front teeth looked up from a magazine he was reading.

He stubbed out a cigarette, tossed the magazine onto the floor, and walked over to her.

"Hey," he said.

Nancy didn’t know where to start. "My friend came in here a few minutes ago. His name’s Matt?"

He looked Nancy up and down. She realized that was happening a lot lately.

"Oh yeah?"

"Do you know where he is? I mean, he was coming here to see..." What was the name? "Melvin?"

"Melvin."

She tried to remember who Angela had mentioned. That had to be the name.

"I think so."

"I think you got the wrong place, lady. Dunno no Matt."

She kicked herself mentally. Maybe this wasn’t the place Angela had talked about.

"Can I look around? I won’t cause any trouble, I just need to find him."

He seemed puzzled, but shrugged. "Whatever, lady," he said.

Nancy opened her mouth to ask another question, but he flopped back into his chair, lit another cigarette, and stuck his nose back in his magazine.

She left the relative safety of the counter and wandered around. Metal racks stretched from the floor to the ceilings, with the same type of stuff Angela sold at her store. A large portion of the store was devoted to what Nancy guessed was bondage equipment and clothing, and another chunk to movie rentals.

On the back wall she saw a blinking neon sign that read: Arcade.

Nancy felt a trickle of cold shoot down the back of her neck as she peeked around a corner and peered into another dark room, subdivided into what looked like several long hallways filled with doors. A few of the doors had red lights turned on over them, and the sound of more women moaning drifted out to her over the noise in the background. A big, bald, mean-looking man walked back and forth down the halls, smoking, checking each door.

Out on the floor, she heard the crowd of men cheer again as the bald man walked by. He grinned when he saw Nancy, and grabbed his crotch.

Nancy shivered and backed out into the store, bumping right into a crowd of men standing around the arcade entrance, staring at a screen above her head.

She started to apologize to the man she’d bumped. He laughed at her and pointed up at the screen.

Nancy turned around and looked up, and found herself on the video screen, surrounded by a bunch of creepy men.

She turned back, found the guy leering at her.

"Uh," she wondered what was going on now. "What happened to the movie?"

He cocked his head at her and grinned. "You liked that movie, lady?"

"Uh, well. I don’t really watch movies like that, you know?"

All the men laughed. Nancy noticed even more headed her way, to see what the commotion was about.

He jerked his head at the screen. "That wasn’t a movie. They play live feeds on the screens."

"Live..." Her mouth dropped as she realized what he meant. "You mean, that...that woman..."

"Yeah. She’s in here somewhere, gettin’ fucked good." He moved closer, looked down at Nancy’s chest. "Hey, lady. You cold?"

"Wha...?" Nancy looked at her breasts, bunched up under her arms. Her nipples were rock hard.

The guy looked around. "Check it out - the bitch’s got a big-ass tittie hard-on."

Then he reached out, grabbed her breasts with both hands, and twisted her nipples, hard.

"God-DAMN, you got some big fuckin’ tits for an old bitch."

"Don’t!" Nancy slapped at his hands. A sharp pain jabbed through her as his hands ripped away.

"What, you didn’t like that?" He stepped closer.

Nancy grabbed her breasts, massaging them reflexively.

"That hurt."

"Aww, it didn’t hurt all that much, lady." He grinned.

Someone else in the crowd chimed in. "Naw, she liked it dude! Bet she wants you to do it again!"

The men had circled almost all the way around her.

Nancy backed away from them, heading towards the arcade, right into the bald guy who was leaning against the wall. He grinned down at her and flicked cigarette ash on the floor.

"Hey sexy." He pinched her ass. "How about a kiss, huh?"

Nancy felt herself panicking. She knew she had to get out of this place. Now.

She squeezed her hands over her breasts as the guy reached for her again.

"What’s a’matter, bitch? You don’t like me touching your titties?"

Nancy pushed away from the Bald Man and bumped into a shelf. She glanced to her left and saw an opening between the shelf and the wall.

"C’mon lady." The Bald Man dropped his cigarette and stubbed it out with his toe. "The rest of us just want a little feel of those titties. You can’t let junior here have all the fun."

Nancy angled towards the opening, and bolted through as the men started to close around her.

She ran.

The men yelled, and she heard feet pounding on the carpet as they chased after her.

She tried to turn down an aisle, back towards the front, but a bunch of men were running parallel to her, playing with her, cutting her off from the exit. She slid to a stop, pinwheeling her arms for balance, and spun on her heel, losing one of her sandals. Then she turned and ran as fast as she could towards the back of the warehouse.

Video cameras followed her, recording her, and Nancy saw herself projected on the screens around the store, running for her life.

She knew she was being herded away from the exits. Her chest constricted from fear, and she couldn’t catch her breath.

Oh God, Matt, please, where are you? I saw you come in here, I need your help Oh God...

She skidded painfully into one of the metal racks running at an angle from the wall to the back of the store. She was being funneled towards a large, open space in the back wall, right where most of the men would end up meeting her.

She shoved herself away from the wall, hoping there was an emergency exit back there. If she hurried, she might be able get out before they caught her.

Please, please, please...

Nancy grabbed the edge of the wall and spun into the space. The carpet ended, and her sandaled foot landed on concrete floor and slipped out from under her.

She fell hard.

Nancy’s head bounced off the floor, and pain exploded through her skull. Her momentum carried her a few more feet, scraping her along the concrete. She got up holding her ribs, and saw the men sprinting towards her. She whirled around, panting, and found herself facing about ten different doors set into a wall about thirty feet long.

The sign above the doors said: Welcome to the Maze.

"Oh no," she moaned as the men pounded up behind her.

She jumped for the door closest to her and yanked on the metal handle. The door was made of heavy, thick steel, and it pulled slowly open with a click.

For a second, Nancy thought she’d made it.

Then she felt hands grab her t-shirt.

She heard it tear, felt it rip away as she tried to run again, and then an arm wrapped around her throat, jerking her back.

Nancy clung to the door handle for dear life, and strained against the hands pulling at her. A body smashed into her from behind and she was shoved forward, falling head first through the open door.

She hit the floor with a thud, and the man who had her by the neck landed on top of her, knocking the wind out of her lungs. The impact jarred the man’s arm, and for a second she was loose again. Nancy tried to scramble to her feet, but something heavy fell on her. Her arm was wrenched behind her, and she grunted as her face was smashed into the cold concrete.

"Fuckin’ hold on to the bitch!"

The weight lifted off of her back, and the pressure on her arm let up a little. A hand grabbed her around her neck, and pushed her face harder against the floor.

"Here, grab her other arm!"

She tried to fight, clawing at the air with her free arm. Someone caught her wrist and her arms were jerked straight out to her sides.

"You see the bitch run? Her titties were bouncin’ all over, man!"

Nancy tried to kick at the man behind her until he grabbed her hair and smacked her face into the floor. A bright light flashed behind her eyes, and she collapsed in a heap, moaning.

"Feisty little shit."

Nancy watched a pair of dirty tennis shoes move into her line of sight.

"Lets see what she’s got for us, huh?"

She wiggled and squirmed as hands groped at her clothes. Someone grabbed her sandal from her foot, then the man behind her unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them over her hips, down around her ankles.

"Look at that fuckin’ ass, dude!"

"Check out her underwear! Like she dressed up to get fucked."

Someone tore away her panties. Nancy felt hands rubbing over her bottom.

"Dude, I’m gonna keep these."

"Lift her up a little. Lets see those titties for real this time."

The men holding her wrists yanked her arms backwards, pulling her up into a kneeling position. The man holding her from behind wrapped his arm around her neck again, pulling her against him, forcing her head back on his shoulder.

The bald man from the arcade gave her face a little pat.

"Aww, poor little bitch looks scared."

He ran his free hand over her breasts, down her stomach. He rubbed her pussy, and Nancy jerked her hips back, shoving her bottom into his crotch. She could feel his hard-on poking through his jeans.

He grinned and nuzzled her neck.

The man in the tennis shoes, the one who’d pinched her nipples, knelt down in front of her. He let out a long whistle and grabbed Nancy’s breasts.

"Man. Even better without the fuckin’ t-shirt on." He bent over and ran his tongue over her cleavage. "Tastes good, too."

He pulled at her bra. The material ripped and tore away, and her breasts were free in his hands.

"God-damn, you got big tits, bitch!" He looked up, past Nancy. "Fellas, I think I’m in love."

"Please. Please let me go."

The men laughed.

The Bald Man began shoving his fingers into her pussy, and Nancy could feel him rubbing up against her ass.

He held his fingers up to her face. They were wet.

"Bitch wants it, fellas."

"Oh no, please, don’t..."

He rubbed her pussy juice over her mouth, and unzipped his pants. She felt his penis spring out, pressing against her, and then his hand slid back around, cupping her pussy. He bent her forward slightly, guided the tip of his penis into her with his fingers, and pushed.

"I’m gonna fuck you, you stupid bitch. Then we’re gonna take turns."

He bent her over further, and Nancy began to cry as he ground his hips against her. His forearm was still wrapped tightly around her neck, his other arm around her waist, pinning her to him. Her body moved in time with his, and Nancy felt his penis slide deeper into her with each thrust.

The Tennis Shoe Man stood up, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He grabbed Nancy by the hair and yanked her head up.

"We’ll screw her just like they did that other bitch tonight."

He rubbed his swollen cock over her mouth as the Bald Man began to fuck her harder. Nancy felt him jerk against her bottom, and he let out his breath with a hiss and pulled her hard against him. She felt his cock soften inside her, and he shoved her away.

Some strange, detached part of Nancy finally realized that she’d just been raped, and she started to sob.

And then someone else took the Bald Man’s place behind her, another dick pushed into her, and another pair of hands wrapped themselves around her waist, squeezed her breasts.

And she didn’t have time to think anymore.

Tennis Shoe man slapped her face, and Nancy saw another flash of light.

"Open your mouth, bitch."

He hit her again, as the new man pounded away at her from behind.

"I said, open your fucking mouth!"

He slapped her again. He rubbed himself against her face, forcing his penis into her mouth. He pulled out a little, then shoved himself down her throat.

"Oh, yeah! Guys, the old bitch sucks cock!"

He grabbed her by the ears and held her head in place. Nancy started to gag and struggle again, fighting for air.

The man fucking her from behind began pounding her furiously. He jerked and pulled out of her pussy with a groan. Warm, sticky fluid shot over her ass and up her back, and then someone else took his place.

Tennis Shoe Man slowly ground his crotch into her face, and Nancy saw dark spots grow in her vision as her air was completely cut off.

So she did the only thing she could think of to do.

She bit him.

Tennis Shoe Man let out a high-pitched howl. Nancy felt the new man behind her pause with his hands grabbing her ass, his dick just barely inside her.

And she bit Tennis Shoe Man again, harder, and felt blood seep into her mouth.

"You FUCKING BITCH!" Tennis Shoe Man ripped his injured member from her mouth and hit her in the face, once, twice, knocking her into the wall. He fell over her, onto his knees against the man that had been trying to enter her, cupping himself and crying, blood oozing through his fingers.

The men crowding the doorway stared at him in shock. Nancy glanced around. She’d fallen into a long, brick hallway, and the space was only wide enough that the men had barely been able to squeeze into it one or two at a time to get to her.

And now Tennis Shoe Man had them all pinned, stuck at the doorway.

Nancy kicked off her jeans and scrambled to her feet. She saw enraged men trying to push by the wounded rapist, reaching and clawing for her, and she ran.

The slap of her bare feet echoed on the concrete as she turned a corner, running right into another wall with three more doors.

This time she didn’t wait to decide, just grabbed the handle on the middle door and yanked. It pulled open easily, and she jumped through, shoving her weight against the heavy door to close it.

Nancy heard a satisfying click as it shut. She braced herself, but the door had locked when it closed. She heard pounding and yelling on the other side, but the door didn’t budge.

She leaned against it, trembling, sucking in gasps of air, trying to calm herself.

I got away, she thought. I got away and I’m alive!

Her head jerked up as someone jiggled the door behind her.

Still not safe though, she thought. I’ve got to get out of here.

It was dark. Nancy edged forward, trembling with adrenaline, her arms outstretched.

She came to another wall and felt along blindly until she found another door. She opened it and slipped through, and she felt it lock behind her.

Even darker in here, and colder. Nancy had a strange sensation of space that she couldn’t really see.

She groped around blindly, shuffling her feet so she wouldn’t trip and fall.

And then lights flared on.

Nancy blinked, blinded.

She never noticed the huge man standing behind her, until his arm pinned her to him, and the rag in his hand covered her mouth.

 

"She’s comin’ around."

The room spun around Nancy as her eyes fluttered open. Something blurry entered her line of sight.

"Hi, Sweet."

Nancy groaned. She hurt. Her whole body felt like one, big ache.

I know that voice, she thought.

"Looks like you had some fun before we got here."

She shook her head, tried to clear her vision, and her head pounded. It felt like her brain tried to seep out through her eyeballs.

The blur in front of her slowly morphed into Angela’s face, smirking at her.

Nancy looked around. She was in a warehouse, along with a bunch of large, muscular men dressed in studded leather who were setting up some sort of equipment.

Her rape had been recorded, and was playing on a movie screen that stretched from the floor to the ceiling.

Angela watched as Nancy was pulled to the ground, stripped and fucked on the screen.

She patted Nancy’s face. The touch sent a fresh burst of pain shooting through her head.

"Poor Sweet. Didn’t your precious Matt warn you about coming to places like this?"

Nancy tried to say something, but her mouth wouldn’t work, it seemed stuck open.

She probed around with her tongue, tasted metal wedged against her teeth.

"That’s okay. You don’t need to answer me." Angela cocked her head over at the screen, where Nancy was biting the Tennis Shoe Man.

"We made sure you won’t be doing that to anybody again, at least, not for a while." She grabbed Nancy’s jaw, pushed her head up. "You can thank Matt - he introduced this wonderful little innovation to us." She held up a thin metal ring, about as wide around as the bottom of a pop bottle. "We used to just fill our new pets full of drugs so they would be a bit more...relaxed. But with this, well...it’s a lot less expensive," she leaned closer, " and I rather like it when someone I’m working on is fully aware of what’s happening to them." She kissed Nancy’s cheek. "It’s so much more...arousing."

She flipped the ring to a greasy, balding, fat man in his fifties, who caught it and stuffed it in his pocket.

"By the way, Nancy, this is Melvin. He’s been dying to meet you."

Melvin grinned. "She doesn’t look very happy to be here."

"She didn’t have much of a choice. Is everything ready?"

He nodded.

"Good." She turned back to Nancy. "I bet you’ve been wondering what the price I set for you was, hmm?"

She waved at four men holding video cameras. They positioned themselves around Nancy.

"Well, we’re all going to make a little movie, and you’re going to be the star." She flipped her over her shoulder. "And you’re so sweet, you gave us a little bonus footage, too. I’m sorry about that. But you know, boys will be boys."

Angela clapped her hands. The men circled around Nancy, taking off their clothes. They all wore black leather masks that had zippers for eyes and mouths, and thick leather dog collars buckled around their necks.

Melvin unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his shoes. Nancy watched in horror as he unbuckled his belt and let his pants down. He seemed to blur suddenly, and black, smokelike tendrils creeped up around his body. Nancy blinked, trying to clear her head, and Melvin snapped back into focus. He stepped close to Angela, his flabby, hairy belly shaking, and pulled a black mask over his head.

Angela massaged his cock, and he kissed her.

Nancy watched his penis swell, watched him squeeze Angela’s breasts as her pink little tongue slipped into his mouth. Angela rubbed him until he was hard, his thick cock purple and throbbing.

Then she cupped his balls and slipped a silver ring down his penis, wedging it under his scrotum.

Nancy struggled, tried to run, but couldn’t move.

Melvin grinned behind his mask. "You won’t be running away from us, toots."

Nancy looked around, tried to see what was wrong.

Her arms were tied over her head, with heavy, padded leather cuffs strapped to each of her wrists and attached to thin wires running up to the ceiling. Her ankles were cuffed too, with wires hooked to plates in the floor.

Angela took a dog collar from one of the men, and wrapped it around Nancy’s throat. She hooked a chain to the front loop, and yanked on it.

Satisfied, she stepped back.

"Perfect." She snapped her fingers, and the image on the movie screen changed.

Nancy looked at herself, naked, bound with her arms and legs spread out in the shape of an X, surrounded by the nude men in masks. The image flipped again, and she could see her back, and then her side, as the men with the cameras began filming.

Angela stood in front of Nancy, smirking.

She let Melvin step behind her and run his hands over her body. He unzipped her dress and pulled it up over her head, dropped it to the floor.

Nancy gasped. She’d never seen a woman with such a beautiful body.

She watched Melvin touch Angela, watched his big hands slowly unhook her bra and play with her breasts. Angela’s little, pink nipples poked out from under his thick fingers, and she snaked her arms back around his head as he nuzzled her neck and shoulders.

But her eyes never left Nancy.

Angela grinned wickedly as Melvin slipped another mask over her head, and buckled in on.

His voice was husky, strained when he spoke.

"I want her. I want to fuck her face until she chokes."

"And what will you give me, Pet?"

"Anything."

Melvin hooked his fingers in Angela’s panties.

Nancy watched, wide-eyed, as he pulled them down and she stepped out of them.

"I did say boys would be boys." Angela grinned at Nancy’s shock. "That’s true for me, too."

Melvin dropped Angela’s panties and slid his hands back around her waist. He gripped the long, thin penis dangling from her crotch, and began to gently stroke it with one hand, and he cupped her hairless balls with the other.

Nancy watched, unbelieving, as Angela kissed him, watched her penis grow until it was long and hard in his hand.

Then Angela snapped her fingers again.

Nancy heard a grinding noise, and the wires holding her arms up went slack. She tipped forward and tried to get her balance, but the chain attached to the collar at her neck jerked, yanking her to the floor.

She threw her arms out, and the wires tighted again. Her arms took all her weight and jerked up past her head, stopping her fall. Then the grinding started again. Nancy felt her arms being swung out to her sides, and then the plates at her feet spread, forcing her legs open.

Nancy hung leaning forward, with her feet spread wide and the wires pulling her arms out and up.

Her arms felt like they were going to tear off, and she cried out in pain.

Melvin let Angela go and stepped in front of Nancy’s face. A big, red vein running along the top of his dick throbbed. He grabbed her by the hair and pressed his cock against her wide open mouth.

Nancy screamed. For a second.

Angela watched the movie screen as she stepped behind Nancy. She heard Nancy’s scream cut off as Melvin’s dick hit the back of her throat, and his fat belly smashed into Nancy’s head as he started fucking her face with hard, brutal thrusts.

Sometimes she loved Melvin. He was was like a father to her, and he was her first pet, after all.

And he’d been the one to start all this fun.

Angela stepped between Nancy’s legs and motioned for one of her cameramen. He squirted some lube on her penis and massaged it, spreading it evenly over the length of her cock.

She felt it twitch in his hand, hard as a rock. She grabbed Nancy’s butt and spread her cheecks wide open.

Angela smiled, and pressed the tip of her dick against Nancy’s asshole.

The camera man squatted, and aimed the lens at her penis.

Angela pushed hard, and watched herself on screen as she ripped into Nancy’s ass.

She knew she was going to enjoy fucking Nancy over the next few days, but she just wished this had been Matt.

Melvin liked to tell her that sometimes she couldn’t have everything she wanted. But Angela preferred to think that good things came to those with patience.

And she could wait for Matt.

 

Nancy woke from a nightmare, and bolted straight up in bed.

She looked around in a panic.

Sunlight streamed in through open windows, and the air was warm and fresh.

"Oh, God."

Nancy clutched the sheet to her chest and jerked her head around the room, trying to figure out where she was. There was a bathroom just off to her right, and the bedroom door was almost closed, except for a crack.

Nancy could hear someone humming not far away.

She rolled her legs out of bed, and a million little aches and pains shot through her body. Nancy stood up, and teetered a little. She steadied herself against the nightstand until she got her legs back under her, and walked to the bathroom.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

One eye was red and swollen, and the entire right side of her face was tender. She was dressed in a white silk camisole and white panties, and her arms were bandaged. She looked at the scrapes and fading bruises all over her arms, chest and legs, and the bite marks along her neck and shoulders.

She lifted the light top over her chest and found more of the same: bruises and cuts on her stomach and back.

Her breasts and her bottom were the worst.

Scabbed-over bite marks and dark bruises covered her breasts, and her ass looked like someone had pounded it with a meat tenderizer.

Nancy started to cry.

"Oh, God," she whispered again.

She ran cold water in the sink, and managed to scrub her face.

She hardly recognized herself.

Nancy patted her face and dried her hands with a soft towel. She shuffled back into the bedroom and noticed a small package on top of a pile of folded clothes on the dresser.

Nancy ran her hand through her hair. The outfit that had been the cause of all her terror and pain and hurt was folded neatly, waiting for her.

She picked up the package, and a small card fell into her hand.

‘Sweet - Payment in full. Also, a reminder of our short time together, and a small token of my love for you and your Master. Enjoy! A.’

"Fucking Bitch." Nancy almost threw the box out the window, but changed her mind and opened it with shaking hands.

Inside, she found a new, studded leather collar and a silver name tag with her name stenciled to it.

Nancy tossed it on the dresser next to the clothes, and pulled a thin, square plastic case out of the package. She set the empty box down and flipped the case over.

The front cover was a close-up picture of Nancy’s face with Melvin’s penis stuffed in her mouth.

Nancy let out a choking sob, and opened the case.

Inside, she found a shiny gold disk with a picture of her at the sex shop trying to run, her clothes being torn off.

"Oh, God."

She dropped the case to the floor, and collapsed on the bed in shock.

Nancy looked up as the door opened.

"Everything okay in here?"

A woman stood in the doorway, with a pitcher of water and a glass. She smiled to see Nancy awake.

The woman was tall and tan, with golden skin and light blonde hair pulled back into a short pony tail. She wore a white blouse unbuttoned over a silk camisole, and a tight black skirt that clung to the curves of her hips and muscular legs.

She was beautiful, and radiated an easy, natural sexuality.

"I...I know you," Nancy whispered. "You’re Matt’s...friend."

The woman cocked her head to the side. "Have we met before?"

Nancy shook her head. "No. No, but I saw you once, in Matt’s store. He was helping me with something, and you...you snuck up behind him and kissed him."

The woman poured water in the glass, set the pitcher down on the dresser.

"Here, drink this." She sat next to Nancy on the bed, and helped her sip the water.

"I remember that." She handed Nancy the cup. "I’m Julie."

"Where am I?"

"This is Matt’s house."

"Where is he?"

"He’s been in California for a couple weeks now."

"How did I..." Nancy heard her voice crack, sipped at the water. "How long have I been here?"

"Melvin brought you here about a week ago." Julie took the empty cup and placed it by the pitcher. "You were in pretty bad shape, so I called Matt, and he had a doctor come and examine you."

"Two weeks..." Nancy had lost track of the time.

Julie looked concerned. "Do you remember what happened?"

Nancy held up the disk. "They filmed everything."

Julie nodded. "The doctor’s checked on you a few times now. He gave you a sedative to help you rest. He said you should be fine soon."

"When...when will Matt be back?"

"He’ll be gone for another week. Long enough for you to rest, here, if you want."

Nancy felt tears slowly roll down her cheeks, heard herself sob.

"They hurt me."

Julie gently wrapped her arms around Nancy, and held her.

"I know."

"Why?"

Julie rocked her. "Because they can. Because...it excites them."

"Do you...do you know them?"

Julie took a moment to answer. "I do."

"Does what they do...excite you, too?"

"Yes. But...It’s different when Matt...when he does it." Julie kissed her forehead. "You’ve felt it, too, haven’t you."

Nancy nodded, looked up.

"Matt’s like them, isn’t he."

"Yes." Julie smiled. "And no."

"Why do you stay? Do you...do you love him?"

Julie paused again. "I stay because I want to, because I like what Matt does to me. Because now I can’t imagine being without him." She looked down at the woman huddled in her arms. "But I don’t know if you could call it love."

Nancy closed her eyes. "He’s all I’ve thought about for...months. I compare my husband to him. I fantasize about him all the time. I don’t know what to do."

"Sshh. You don’t have to decide anything right now."

"I’m scared."

"Don’t worry. You’re safe here. It’s okay."

Jack unlocked the door and dropped his bags on the floor. He looked around the house, jingling his keys.

"Nancy! I’m back! You here?"

Where the hell was that fat cow? She didn’t pick him up at the goddam airport, didn’t answer the phone, and the car’s gone.

Everything else looked normal. Maybe she just forgot. It’d be just like her.

He picked up his bags and walked to the bedroom.

Jack stared. The room was a mess.

The first thing he thought was, Nancy always makes the bed when she wakes up.

The covers were torn apart, lying on the floor, her clothes thrown around the room.

What the hell is that?

Jack stepped into the room, saw the half-empty tube of lubricant on the floor, the dried-out stain soaked into the bed sheet.

Then he saw the vibrator.

Holy shit. The cow’s been using a fucking dildo on herself.

No skin off my nose, he thought. That much more of me for the ladies on my ‘business trips’.

Jack smiled to himself.

Starting his own consultation business had been a stroke of genius. He found the clients, and he hired a couple computer geeks from his old job to do all the serious work: the set-up and testing, making sure the systems met the customers requirements. Jack just had to breeze in for a few hours to ‘supervise’ all the work in progress. He really just sat back, let the guys do their pissant jobs, and watched the cash roll in. An hour or two a week actually working, at worst every other day, and then Jack could spend the rest of the time on his trips playing.

It was perfect, and Nancy would never know.

He laughed out loud remembering Nancy in her silly underwear the night before he left, and shook his head, chuckling to himself. How could she even think he’d want to screw her anymore? He hadn’t wanted to touch her since she’d got knocked up with their first brat. She’d gained a good twenty pounds with that kid.

That was when he started calling her ‘a fat cow’, in his head.

Jack loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, kicked off his shoes.

Hell, even before then, he thought, even when she’d been kinda skinny and had those nice, big tits, he still had to think of other women to be able to get off.

She was the lamest screw he’d ever had. Completely boring in bed.

If it hadn’t been for that fucking kid, he never would’ve married her.

Jack thought about Mandy and Rebecca, the twins he’d spent the last couple weeks with in Las Vegas. Now, there were some real women. Built like fucking porn stars, and screwed like it, too.

They’d never let themeselves get pregnant like a dumb bitch. No sir.

Jack inspected himself in the mirror.

Too bad I’m not in my twenties. Best years of my life wasted with the fucking cow.

Jack thought of all the Viagra he’d used before coming home. He was going to need to refill his prescription.

He looked around again at the mess, spotted a black bag on the floor. He picked it up, shook out a book.

She’s reading now, too? What a waste of fucking money.

He looked at the title.

‘Kama...Kamasutra. What the fuck is a ‘kamasuwhatra’?

He tossed the book on the bed with the dildo.

Jack knew he didn’t have to worry. He’d be able to retire pretty soon. With all the money coming in now, and a few shrewd investments, he was pretty close.

Nancy didn’t know shit about that either, and he intended to keep it that way.

He let her think that he was busy busting his ass to keep up with the average Schmo. And when he was ready, he’d just take off, move somewhere warm, with sunny beaches, fruity drinks and hot girls in bathing suits.

And no sad-faced old cow tagging along for the ride.

Jack whirled at the sound of the doorbell, clomped down the hall in his socks, his shirt-tail hanging out.

Maybe that’s her. Maybe the stupid cow lost her house keys. I should...

Jack opened the door.

Well, he thought. Sure as hell ain’t Nancy.

"Mr. Shraeder?"

"Yeah?"

"This is for you."

A hot young thing, dressed in leather like some teen-age bondage queen, handed him a cardboard package, smiled, and hopped on a waiting motorcycle. She blew him a kiss as she roared off.

Jack stared at her, then at the box in his hand.

He shook his head, wished he’d had that Viagra. "Fucking hot. Hot hot hot."

He ripped the package open and flopped down on the couch in the living room, shook the box.

It rattled.

Jack reached in and pulled out a thin, plastic dvd case. He opened up the case and pulled out a blank, gold disk.

He flipped it over in his hands, wondering what the hell it was. No cover, no names, nothing. He looked at the box it came in.

Nothing there, either.

Jack shrugged and popped the disk into the dvd player, hit the power button on the remote.

The television flickered to life and he eased back on the couch, put his feet up and settled into the pillows.

The movie started, fading in from black.

A woman was running for her life, pursued by a bunch of maniacs.

Jack jerked back up, perched on the edge of the couch, his eyes wide.

"Holy shit." He grabbed the remote and hit the pause button. Squinted at the screen.

"That’s fucking Nancy."

A couple hours later, Jack hit the play button again.

He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock, masturbating while he watched his wife get raped over, and over.

 

Julie pulled into Matts driveway, parked, leaned over and kissed him awake.

He yawned, and she smiled as he stretched.

"Rise and shine, sleepy-head. We’re here."

"Mmmmm. Bed’s calling my name."

She patted his crotch playfully. "You should learn to take it easy on your vacations. You’re not as young as you used to be."

"You kidding? Hundreds of teenage girls in short skirts jumping around everywhere I looked for two weeks? It was heaven."

"You’re lucky you didn’t have a heart attack." She pressed him into the seat and kissed him again, gently stroking him with her hand.

"Miss me?"

She smiled down at him.

"Bet I could make you forget all about those flirty little cheerleaders."

"Hm. Maybe."

She grabbed him, felt him growing in her hand. "’Maybe’, my ass."

He patted her butt.

"You’re welcome to come in if you’d like to try."

Julie smiled and kissed him again.

"You’ve already got someone waiting for you tonight."

Matt looked at the house. A light flickered in the front window. "She stayed?"

Julie nodded. "You’ve got a way with the ladies, that’s for sure."

"She okay?"

"I think so. She looks a lot better."

"What are you thinking?"

Julie took a moment to answer. "She’s scared, and I don’t blame her. You guys really fucked with her."

Matt grinned. "It’ll get a lot worse for her if she decides to stay."

‘I know." She paused. "She seems like a nice lady Matt. Just...just be nice to her tonight. For me."

 

Matt closed his front door and tossed his bag on the floor. The lights in the house were off, but a pair of candles burned on the table in the dining room, and the smell of lasagna and garlic bread wafted through the house.

His mouth watered.

Smells a helluva lot better than the crap on the plane, he thought.

He found Nancy sitting on his couch, dressed in the outfit she’d gone through hell to get, watching television.

"Well, well."

"Matt!"

Nancy jumped off the couch and Matt laughed as she hugged him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.

"Wow."

Then she stepped back and slapped him across the face.

He rubbed his jaw, more surprised than hurt, as she stared at him, her hands on her hips.

"Well. What exactly was that for?"

She waved to the television.

"You...you bastard! You knew what they were going to do to me!

Nancy was watching the movie - her movie, and she’d paused the disk, and there she was, on her knees, her arms held straight out behind her while a man groped at her body.

She pointed at the screen.

"You were there! That was you that caught me!" Nancy was trembling, but stood her ground, her eyes on Matt. "But it wasn’t you! I don’t understand!"

Matt grabbed the remote from the table and started the movie again. He watched himself rape Nancy, and grinned.

"Guess I looked pretty convincing as a creepy bald guy, huh?"

"How? How did you do it?"

Matt shrugged. "Honestly?" She nodded. "I have absolutely no idea."

"Angela said that the two of you have some...some kind of a gift."

He sat on the couch and flipped the remote back on the table. High pitched screams filled the room from the television.

"I guess you could call it that."

"And you use it to hurt people."

Her eyes brimmed with tears.

"You used it to hurt me!"

He grinned. "Nancy, I warned you not to go to places like that, but you followed me anyway. Even the guys you talked to at the doors tried to tell you not to go inside."

"But I didn’t know! I mean, I wanted to see you! You didn’t..."

Matt waved a hand. On the television, Nancy blindly groped her way through the maze, right into Melvin’s arms.

"You made the choice, Nancy." He looked up at her.

"But you made me!" she looked confused. "Or Angela did, or..."

He laughed as she babbled, looked at her new clothes.

"She did a great job."

"What?"

He stood up and walked over to her. "I said, Angela did a great job on your clothes. They make me want to screw you just looking at you."

Nancy stared at him, dumbfounded.

"Don’t look so shocked. Angela warned you about me too," he ran his hand along her blouse, cupped her chin and tilted her head up to him.

"I thought...I thought you liked me." Her big puppy eyes had tears in them as she struggled to comprehend what was happening.

He smiled.

"But you’re evil."

He kissed her. A warm tingle started at the back of her neck and spread slowly down her body.

She wanted to push him away, wanted to run from the house.

But her body wouldn’t let her.

He stepped back, but kept her chin in his hand.

"Did you like that?"

She wanted to scream at him, No no no no no...

"Yes."

He touched her cheeks with both his hands, and Nancy felt the room spin, felt her body responding to him. She threw her arms around his neck, pressed her body hard against his. She opened her mouth to him, panting, and he slid his hands down, around her back, cupping her ass.

Nancy moaned.

Matt stepped back, and the warmth left her body like it was drained out of her.

She hugged herself, panting.

"Did you like that?"

She nodded.

"Did you feel that tingle? Like pins and needles?" He looked at her.

"Yes."

"Do you feel it now?"

She shook her head. "No."

"Okay. That was my...gift. That was a warning. If you feel that, I can make you see, feel, or do, anything - anything - I want."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

She just wasn’t getting it.

"Did you notice it the night we had dinner, after I dropped you off?"

Her voice sounded small and scared as she nodded.

"Right before the door flew open, in the hallway."

"You do anything crazy that night? Anything you normally wouldn’t do? And I don’t mean like having me drag you into a porn shop; I mean something completely out of character."

Her body shook, and she hugged herself tighter.

"You were there! I thought I was imagining it, but you were really there! And you..." Her hands flew to her mouth as the realization hit home. "Oh my God."

Matt moved behind her and whispered in her ear. "You were very sexy, Nancy, pretending I was fucking you." He gripped her arms at the shoulder and pulled her against him. "You looked like you were having such a good time, I didn’t want to interrupt you, but I couldn’t resist flipping you over and fucking your nice-big-ass."

Matt backed away again. " Now I think you have another choice to make."

"What?" she sniffled.

"Well, you can stay here, knowing what you do about me." He spread his hands. "Or you can leave and go back to your cheating husband, or whatever the fuck you want. I don’t really care. I’ve already screwed you twice, and now, thanks to Angela, I’ve got a nice movie to remember you by." He flopped back onto the couch. "But I’m not forcing you to stay. It’s completely up to you."

"Why? Why should I stay?"

He shrugged.

"I don’t know, and I don’t fucking care. But if you stay," he waved at the television, "that’s the least of what I’m going to make you do."

"Why?"

He sighed, exasperated. So much for giving someone a choice in the matter, he thought.

"Because I can." He stood up. "Look, I know you’re thinking of this like it was going to be some goofy romantic comedy, but it’s not." He stood in front of her. "I’m not some guy who dresses in leather on weekends and gets cheap thrills by whipping his girlfriend. There’s no fucking safe-words here. If I think I’ll get off by making you fuck a goat, then that’s what you’re going to do for me."

She stared at him, her mouth hanging open.

"So, if you want to stay, great. I’m sure Julie and Shelly would like your company, and I know I like fucking you. But no more stupid questions. Decide now."

Nancy burst out crying.

Matt rolled his eyes.

"Okay Nancy," he pulled her to him and hugged her. "Look, this is a big shock, I know." He tilted her head up with his finger. "And you made dinner for us, huh?"

She nodded, sniffling.

"It smells delicious."

She gave him a weak smile.

"Tell you what." He kissed her forehead, smiled.

Nancy wiped at her eyes. "What?"

"You obviously need some time to think about things, so I’ll make you a deal."

Hope spread across her face as he flicked the damp bangs out of her eyes.

Then he grabbed a handful of her hair, and stormed through the dining room, pulling her with him.

She yelled and batted at his hand. "Matt!! Please...that hurts."

"Sorry, I don’t have the patience to talk to you anymore today."

He yanked her into the kitchen. Nancy lost a shoe, and she tried to hop after him.

"Please, Matt, stop!"

"Whoops. Sorry about that." He spun around and grabbed her shoe, then opened the door to the basement and shoved her down the stairs in front of him.

The foot still wearing the shoe slipped on the stairs, rolling her ankle, and Nancy almost fell, grabbing for the railing.

"Careful, there."

She managed to get her feet under her, and then Matt was pulling her down the last steps and across the concrete floor to a another door.

Matt whistled as he opened the door and pushed her into a small, dark, windowless room.

He flicked on a light switch, and Nancy clutched at him to keep from falling.

"So here’s the deal."

Matt shoved her onto a stained, dirty bed in the middle of the room and straddled her chest, forcing her to gasp for breath. He grabbed her arms, talking quickly as snapped a pair of handcuffs around her wrists.

"We’ll play a little game while you’re deciding what you want to do."

He attached the handcuffs to chains hooked to the floor at the top of the bed. Then he leaned back, satisfied, and smiled down at her terrified face.

"I’ll even be generous. I’m going to give you an entire month to think about it and make your decision." He smacked her face gently with his hand. "And in the meantime, you’re going to be my little fuck toy." He looked around the room, at the thick concrete walls, the bare lightbulb dangling from the ceiling. "And I’ll put you up in a room for free."

She shook her head from side to side as he slipped off the bed.

"Please, no, Matt. Don’t do this." She begged.

He grabbed one of her legs and pulled, stretching her out on the bed, forcing her arms straight up, over her head. He buckled a heavy leather cuff around her ankle.

"Now, food, that’s something else entirely."

She tried to kick him as he reached for her other foot.

"Hey, now!" He laughed as he caught her leg and forced it onto the bed.

Nancy let out a wail as he tied her down completely, her legs spread open.

"You won’t cost me much as far as my electric bill goes. I’ll just leave the light off. I can always fuck you in the dark."

He slipped her shoe back on, stepped back and grinned at her.

"There." He said. "Perfect, except for one thing."

The only other piece of furniture in the room was an old dresser. Matt opened a drawer and rooted around inside, humming. He turned back with a grin, tossing a ball gag in his hand.

"No no no no no...Uggh!" Nancy gurgled as Matt held her head still and shoved the red ball into her mouth. He strapped the gag around her head and kissed her forehead.

"Sorry, Nancy, but I just don’t want to listen to you whine anymore."

He moved around the bed and closed the door. There was an open doorway in the wall on Matt’s right, and he stepped through and turned on a light, illuminating a small bathroom.

Nancy heard him unzip his pants and urinate, sighing, then water running in a sink as he washed his hands.

"Whoo-boy. I’ve needed to do that for a couple hours now." Matt stripped as he spoke, tossing his shirt to the floor as he stepped back to the bed. "Now. The game."

Nancy’s eyes popped open when he crawled back onto the bed, naked, his massive penis hanging between his legs.

"Food and water’s going to cost you, and since I’m a sick freak, this is what we’re going to do." He straddled Nancy again, resting his weight on her hips, his penis slowly growing, sliding it’s way up her belly, like it was alive. "I’m going to fuck you at least once a day, every day." She watched his hand as he gripped his cock, stroking himself. "If you can manage to have an orgasm before I come, then you can eat. And don’t think you can fake it - remember, I’ve felt you have an orgasm; you squirted all over me." He grinned. "So that’s what I"ll expect if you want any food."

Panic overwhelmed Nancy, and she thrashed her body from side to side, moaning, screaming around her gag, until he slapped her face.

"You’re so hot when you’re scared Nancy." Matt ripped open her blouse, and smiled like a little boy on Christmas morning. Nancy was wearing a black satin push-up bra that stopped halfway up her breasts, so her pink little nipples poked out over the top of the material. He rubbed the tip of his penis over her nipples until they were hard and swollen, then he bent over and bit each one, still stroking himself.

Nancy felt her body lurch forward at the touch of his mouth.

She moaned as he sucked at her breast, fondling and squeezing her. She twisted and bucked, trying to knock him off of her, but he didn’t budge.

He sat up and grinned, squeezing her hard, wet nipples with his fingertips.

"You taste lovely, Nancy." He shifted his body, sliding down her legs, and pushed her skirt up over her hips. "Are you hungry? I sure am."

Under her skirt, Nancy wore a black silk slip.

Matt slowly rubbed his penis along her leg. It throbbed, twitching in his hand. "Ahh. That feels nice." He rucked her slip around her hips too, exposing black silk stockings attached to a lacy garter belt, and a pair of crotchless panties.

"Well," he said, "let’s not waste any more time."

Matt’s cock, now easily as long and thick as Nancy’s forearm, stuck straight out from his crotch, bobbing slightly. She stared, wide-eyed, as he leaned over her, and she felt the head of his dick rub against her pubic hair. He pushed it further down, rubbing her pussy with the tip, up and down.

She shut her eyes, tight, expecting Matt to rip into her, like the other men who had raped her. She remembered the intense pain when Melvin had fucked her.

Instead, Matt movied his hands slowly up her body, and he kissed her softly, easing himself into her as he went. She felt him filling her, felt her body stretching to take him.

She pushed her hips against him, helping him.

"You’re wet, Nancy."

She kept her eyes squeezed shut, and turned her head away as he slid slowly, completely into her pussy. She felt the weight of his body settle onto hers, felt his fingers trace little circles on her belly.

Matt kissed her neck, and Nancy moaned. He braced himself, his hands pushed into the mattress on either side of her chest, and slowly fucked her, grinding into her.

She whimpered and squirmed underneath him, exciting him.

"What do you think, Nancy? Can you beat me?"

Matt changed his rhythm, slowly pulling his dick out a few inches, and then shoving it back into her, hard. Her legs were stretched out tight, and the chains cuffed to her her ankles pulled her body against him with each thrust. He tucked his knees under her legs, lifting her hips up, holding the tops of her thighs with his hands, and pounded his dick into her, making her titties bounce.

"Are you going to be able to eat tonight?"

Matt let out a loud grunt and he jerked to a stop. Nancy felt his cock twitch inside her, and his fingers gouged into the soft flesh of her legs.

He let out his breath in a whoosh, and pulled out of her with a wet sucking sound.

"Doesn’t look like it."

His cock was still hard, but it glistened with wet, sticky cum. Matt wiped it off onto her slip, and rolled off the bed.

"Oh well. We’ll try again tomorrow."

He gathered his clothes up, and clicked off the light. Nancy looked at his profile, dark in the doorway.

"I’ll make sure one of the girls takes you to the bathroom when they get back tomorrow. I wouldn’t want you to have an accident. I’ve never had a defecation fetish."

Nancy thought he grinned.

"But then again, the way things are going, you never know."

And he closed the door, leaving Nancy in the darkness, scared, and feeling totally, completely alone.

 

Nancy lost track of time, lying there in the dark.

For a while, she wept.

Eventually, the tears stopped, and Nancy fell asleep.

She dreamt awful dreams, of being chained to a wall, of brutal, masked men with whips, and a woman with an insanely huge penis that was alive, that bit and snapped at her.

She tried to scream, but one of the men shoved his hand deep into her mouth, forcing it down her throat until his arm was in her mouth up to his elbow. Her jaws cracked, and she couldn’t breathe. The woman started to fuck her, from behind. Sharp, wicked teeth bit and tore at her inside, but Nancy couldn’t scream, couldn’t move.

Suddenly the shadows shifted. A dark figure detached from the wall, its massive, fanged penis writhing in front of her face, spitting venom, snapping at her. And the woman and the men were laughing...

Nancy woke, groggy.

The dream was still with her, and she felt arms wrapped tightly around her, heard a man’s muffled moan as he buried his face into the pillow next to her.

Matt kissed her cheek and whispered, "Sorry, Nancy. Not today."

She cried as he left, her stomach growling, wondering if Matt would ever let her go.

Nancy remembered Jack. She wondered if her husband was looking for her, if he’d gone to the police. She tried to picture him, see his face in her mind, but she couldn’t. He was just a hazy, fading memory, slipping away.

She tried to remember her children, her girls, and she realized she hadn’t spoken to either of them for months.

Her last conversation with her youngest, Alicia, had been an arguement.

Alicia couldn’t understand why she stayed with Jack. Their conversations invariably came back around to him, and Alicia didn’t have the patience to listen to Nancy anymore.

She told Nancy that she never took anybodys advice but Jacks, so she deserved what she got.

Her oldest daughter, Amy, just said he was a creep, and wouldn’t talk about why.

Nancy knew her daughters couldn’t stand their father, and as soon as they could, they’d both married and moved as far away as possible. Rarely would either of them make the trip home, even for holidays.

Nancy hadn’t even seen her newest granddaughter, Alicia’s baby girl.

She wondered if she would see any them again.

Or if she really cared.

An odd thought, but she’d felt sorry for herself for so long, she hadn’t realized how distant, how indifferent she’d become.

The little voice in her head piped up.

That’s why you were so attracted to Matt, it said. He paid attention to you. He looked at you like you were a woman, not just a piece of old, torn furniture, like Jack.

That’s why you pursued him. That’s why you went to dinner with him, flirted with him.

And look where that’s got me, she thought.

Eventually, the door creaked open. The hazy light from the basement windows framed two silhouettes standing in the doorway.

Her body shuddered. No. Not again, please...

The light flicked on, blinding her. The figures moved to the bed, unhooking the chains from her bound wrists, lifting her so she sat at the end of the bed.

"Thank God, please help me, I..." Nancy drifted off as her sight returned.

Two naked women, wearing black leather bondage masks and dog collars, grabbed Nancy by the hair and hauled her to her feet. A short length of chain swung between the cuffs on her ankles, and the larger woman pulled at her handcuffs, dragging Nancy, shuffling, into the bathroom.

They forced Nancy to sit on a filthy toilet, and waited while she urinated. They helped her clean up, then dragged her back to the bed.

Nancy struggled until the taller woman slapped her across the face. They pushed her face-first onto the bed, strapping her back in so she was lying face down.

Then they turned off the light and shut her back in, alone, gasping for breath.

I’ve got to get out of here, she thought.

She tried to move, and was able to arch her back a little. Thinking she might have more leverage now to try and pull her hands free, Nancy folded her fingers together, and pulled.

And pulled.

Again and again.

She worked against her bonds until her body was soaked with sweat, and she’d ripped the freshly-healed skin away from her wrists.

Even with the blood seeping around her hands, she couldn’t pull them free.

She cried in frustration, so tired she didn’t notice the door to her prison open until Matt spoke, startling her.

"Well, well. Looks like you’ve been busy, Nancy." He ran a finger over her bloody forearm. "That looks like it hurts."

She stared up at him, panting.

"Trying to stage an escape?" He grinned. "Sorry. You’re cute, but you’re no Houdini."

She watched him open the dresser. He turned around holding a thick wood paddle.

He stepped back behind her, so she couldn’t see him. She heard a metal clank, and the chains holding her legs down went slack.

"Nancy, Nancy, Nancy. I like the initiative, but this wasn’t in the deal we made." He slid between her legs onto the bed behind her, lifting her hips up into the air. "Our first rule here: if you do something wrong, you get spanked."

She felt him slide her torn skirt over her bottom.

Matt pulled her panties down around her bent knees and rubbed her ass with his hand, sliding over so he was kneeling on the bed next to her.

Then he wrapped one arm around her waist, and slammed the paddle down onto her ass as hard as he could.

Nancy screamed around her gag. She kicked and thrashed as he spanked her, but although they were loose, her feet were still chained to the floor, and the arm around her waist kept her from moving her hips out of the way.

When he finished, she collapsed back on the bed, tears pouring from her eyes. He put the paddle back in the dresser drawer, and slid back onto the bed.

Nancy felt something cool and soothing being spread over her red, swollen ass.

"Don’t do that again, Nancy, and I won’t have to punish you. Do you understand?"

She nodded weakly.

Then she felt his hands wrap around her waist, felt his cock push into her from behind.

No food that day.

Eventually, the women came again, and helped her to the bathroom.

Her limbs trembled when they helped her to her feet. Nancy realized that she was being starved, and she was getting weaker.

Nancy knew the tall woman was probably Julie, from her body. As she sat on the toilet again, Nancy tried not to look, but marvelled again at what a beautiful woman she was. The other woman was much smaller, shorter even than Nancy, but had a shape very similar to Julie’s - large, firm breasts, with a small waist and wide, round hips.

Sitting on the toilet that day brought waves of sharp pain.

They strapped her back to the bed, face-down, and lathered her ass with the cool jelly, easing her pain a little.

A funny thought occured to her when they left her.

Nancy remembered, months ago, it seemed now, wondering if Matt could be attracted to her, while she looked herself over in her mirror at home.

She remembered how she’d thought of herself: fat and old.

But now...

She thought her body wasn’t all that much different from Julie’s. She had the same big breasts, the same thick hips and ass.

Even after her pregnancies, after the extra weight, she’d always had that ‘hourglass’ figure.

She remembered being cornered by the men at the store, all the men gathering around her. And after they caught her, talking to themselves while they stripped her.

All those men wanted her. They wanted her body, wanted to control her, if just for a minute.

All of them.

Even Matt.

A sick thrill passed through her, leaving her breathless.

And wet.

Nancy squirmed on the bed, uncomfortably aroused at the thoughts running through her head, the little voice in her head wondering where Matt was right now.

Because, she thought, I bet I’ll get some dinner tonight.

And she realized that she’d made her decision.

It was hard to rest after that.

By the time the door to the room opened again, Nancy was exhausted, and beyond hunger. She would’ve given anything for a drink of water, and wondered if that was part of the plan.

She felt the pressure holding her legs loosen again, and the familiar weight of a body climbing onto the bed behind her.

Matt’s strong hands lifted her hips into the air again, and she felt a cool, damp cloth wash her bottom, wiping away the residue of the jelly.

She felt herself smile a little, around the gag.

Her breath came in little panting gasps, her already excited body anticipating him.

He wrapped his arms around her waist again, pulling her close, and she felt his hand slip under her crotch and play with her pussy.

Oh, God, yesss...

She couldn’t believe how good that felt.

Then something pushed gently into her bottom, and she heard a squirting sound. She felt a cool fluid spurt into her asshole, felt it ooze down over her pussy, down her legs.

Oh no, she thought, that’s not what he’s supposed to do...

And She felt the tip of his penis press against her lubricated asshole, felt his cock slowly sliding into her.

No no no no no...

She shook her head frantically.

Fuck my pussy! Please Matt, not there...

Maybe he’s making a mistake, she thought. It’s dark, he probably can’t see what he’s doing. I can’t take him like this, I can’t. He’ll rip me apart...

She tried to raise her hips higher, to try to get his cock to slip out of her ass and slide down into her pussy.

I’ve been waiting for you all day, goddamit, I want you to fuck me like a goddamn normal person!

But he didn’t slip out. He just tightened his grip around her waist, and slowly pushed deeper into her butt.

And he stopped playing with her pussy.

Nancy hung her head while Matt squeezed her tits and fucked her ass.

He’d used enough lubricant so it didn’t really hurt, and she could feel his balls slapping against her pussy, heard his belly smack against her ass cheeks.

No food that day either.

Eventually, the women came and went, and Nancy slept again.

No nightmares this time, though.

She dreamt of food, and her dinner with Matt. She could almost taste the food on her plate, the wine she drank. She felt happy and content, watching Matt eat, enjoying being close to him.

This time, when he took her home, Nancy didn’t let him leave; she invited him inside, and she took him to her bed.

Nancy watched as she lead him down the hall and pulled him into her bedroom. Watched as she kissed him, watched as she touched his body.

In real life, Nancy moaned in her sleep, squirming on the bed as the door to her prison opened quietly.

Matt stepped into the room and grinned as Nancy wiggled her hips against the bed, listened to her soft little panting breaths.

In her dream, Nancy slowly undressed Matt. When he was standing, naked, she sat on the bed and took his warm, twitching cock in her hands and kissed it, feeling it grow in her hands as she licked and kissed him.

Somehow, she was completely naked, and she was more than ready for him. Nancy leaned back onto her bed, still holding his cock, pulling him down on top of her. She closed her eyes as he kissed her and wrapped her legs around his neck, helping him into her pussy with her hand.

Matt watched Nancy re-live her fantasy and slowly unbuckled the cuffs around her legs. He eased onto the bed behind her and slid his hand up her thigh, felt the wetness between her legs, and lowered himself onto her back. He gently ground himself against her bottom, felt her hips pushing back into him, and he began gently kissing her, nuzzling her.

She raised her body to meet him, and he pushed gently, enjoying the warmth of her as he slipped inside.

Her mouth opened, and she groaned again, licking her lips.

Matt started slowly, letting her body move against his, and nibbled at her ear.

"That’s my girl," he whispered, "you’ve wanted to fuck me for a long time."

Her eyes fluttered.

"Matt...?"

He grinned, and cupped her breasts as her hips jerked against him.

"I’m here, Nancy." He held her tight. "You can do whatever you want tonight."

In her dream, Nancy let Matt turn her over onto her stomach, and he used her panties to tie her hands to the bed. She felt him enter her from behind, filling her up completely.

He whispered into her ear, his breath warm against her cheek, and his hand snuck down to her pussy, touching her, sending little, electric thrills through her body.

"Oh God, Matt. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Please..."

For the first time in days, she heard her own voice, parched and raspy, but strong and sure.

Matt kissed her, gently.

And Nancy lost herself to him.

"I was hoping you would say yes because we have a surprise for you." Kirsten told me.

Tara and Lynn bound my hands behind my back and bound my ankles together and shoved me on the couch. They then gagged me rather efficiantly so i couldnt speak or utter a sound at all.

They then all ran over to a cardboard box in the corner of the room, and I heard them giggling and crackling.

A few minutes later they all walked up to me their eyes gleaming.. "Now for the surprise..." Kirsten said holding the object behind her back as Tara and Lynn stood me up.

As Kirsten took it out from behind her back i finally realized what it was. A vibrator.. and a rather compact one at that.. it was an egg shaped vibrator.. meaning one that would fit well up there.

Tara slowly undid my shorts and peeled them down as Lynn started to peel off my starting to get wet panties. Kirsten ran the vibrator up and down my thighs teasing me, and the more i squirmed the more i realized i was about to get it stuck inside me. As Kirsten took a look at my underwear she saw the wet spot and raised an eyebrow at me. She gave the vibrator a few test buzzes and then started to stick it up.. after a few minutes she got it up there rather efficiently.

She flicked the switch , and it felt like fireworks going on inside of me! I started trying to squirm away but it was no use. Kirsten pulled my panties back up so that when they were up it looked like i had a male bulge. Then they pulled my shorts back up, and even though i looked neat and tidy on the outside, i felt like a million sirens were going off inside.

They then sat me down on the couch and tied my legs together behind my knees so it was tucked in there tight.

Ding-dong-ding-dong

"Oh crap," i thought to myself, "who else could they invited to this "party".

Then in walked Dean, he saw me bound and was a bit surprised until Tara leaned over and whispered what I thought was , "We have a little bondage party."

Lynn called him over to the bar and started flirting with him and the others joined in. "This is my chance," i thought. I rocked myself back and forth trying to get myself up and fell backwards and temporarily saw stars.

Dean walked in and sat next to me. "I saw what you tried to do you naughty girl." He pulled me over on his lap so that my crotch was directly above his, and i thought he would feel the buzzing, but then he started spanking me and I screamed into my gag.

"Who wants to join!?" he screamed

Little did I know how many other people had gotten to Kirsten's house since I tried escaping.

He shoved my head down and then I felt about 20 or more hands raining down on my ass. I thought that steam was coming out of it and I cried and screamed into my gag.

Then he got up and left along with the other people into another room. He then came back by himself and picked me up and carried me into a bedroom .. he started to undress me and he took the vibrator out and turned it off.

"So now I know what the others were talking about when they were talking about buried treasure," he said to me.

He then started to enter me and i started to hump him like crazy, we rocked the room! I thought that everything was in motion with us .. and i had one amazing climax after another!!

He finally stopped right after he climaxed and pulled out.. he undressed himself and then layed me so that i was propped up on my elbows on the floor and my butt was up on the bed.

I felt him starting to press something moist and warm into my asshole and then i realized what it was .. IT WAS THE VIBRATOR!! I had never had anything in there and he knew i would try to fight him so he rebound me and stuck it in.

I felt it start buzzing and i temporarily saw stars as he started to redress me .. he then sat me down on my butt so that it would press in more and snuck me out of the house.

To be continued...

John walked behind Amy with Wolf and Tom sat on the couch, keeping Brutus with him. As soon as Wolf was between her legs he could smell the cum dripping from her ass and pussy and he rushed forward and shoved his nose between herass cheeks and began to lick her butthole until it was clean, causing Amy's anus to clench at this new sensation combined with her recent ass fucking. Her butthole now clean, as well as her ass crack, Wolf moved to her pussy and as his tongue lapped at her juicy cunt Amy let out a soft, yearning moan of pleasure and flooded with shame as she felt her own juices rush through her again. I'm being turned on by a fucking dog! How frigging sick am I?! But as Wolf continued to lap from her clit to her butthole she was unable to maintain her disgust and soon she was panting heavily like a bitch in heat and moaning loudly as she cummed continuously. As the orgasms racked her body she lowered her head and peered through her legs to look at Wolf and she cried out in fright at what she saw. Wolf's dick was fully emerged from it's sheath and was a whopping 10" long and 2" thick and near the top of it was a knot about half the size of a tennis ball.

Amy was still cumming, her traitorous body wasn't afraid of that monster cock and she pushed her pussy against Wolf's nose, urging him to lap it more. While Amy's body was still on fire her mind was starting to seriously worry. Will Wolf know to put it in my pussy and not my ass? And will John correct him? Amy didn't think so. All of a sudden Wolf stopped licking her cunt and he leapt up and planted his paws on her back and, with John's guidance, drove his dick into her pussy up to the knot. "Ahhhhh!" Amy screamed in searing pain and Wolf immediately started to hump her frantically, the knot bumping against her pussy -- trying to gain entry. After a moment the initial pain, due mostly to the speedy entry, subsided and all Amy could think about was how good Wolf's intensely hard and frantic fucking felt. And to Amy's everlasting shame she moaned, "Ohhhhhh! Woooolf! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard!" Dimly, Amy heard Tom, John and Rob's mocking laughter but she'd exploded into orgasm as Wolf's humping became more frantic in his attempt to get his knot inside her. Amy was moaning in ecstasy when all of a sudden Wolf's huge knot finally pushed into her sopping pussy. Amy's moaning turned into a painful scream, "Ahhhhhhh! Ouuuuuuch! Owwwwww! Ohhhh God nooooo!" And Amy bucked and twisted, trying to dislodge Wolf's knot from her, as best she could but Wolf wasn't about to stop now that he'd achieved his goal and he continued his frantic humping as his red-hot cum shot deep into her cunt, filling and overflowing it. Oh God! I have dog cum in me! Amy thought in disgusted horror. Wolf's dick finished spurting cum and he tried to pull out of her pussy but he couldn't leave with his knot still in her. They were "tied" together. Amy didn't know this of course and thought frantically, Oh no! He's stuck in me! Then, after a minute of Wolf's tugging he finally popped out with a loud squelching noise.

John quickly brought Wolf around to her front and Tom led Brutus behind her. Brutus, smelling the combination of her captor's cum, her cum and Wolf's cum, immediately leapt forward and started to lap at her pussy and clit, his tongue going all the way to her anus. Amy moaned, her already ravaged clit and cunt being very sensitive now. Suddenly she realized John was speaking, "Clean him off, whore!"  "Oh, no! Please no!" It would be unbearable to have to suck a dog off! Amy thought, gagging. "Do it now or I'll let Brutus fuck your ass!" Amy bowed her head and looked under herself at Brutus wondering exactly how big he was and if she'd let John carry out his threat to avoid degrading herself further. Amy gasped when she saw Brutus's dick and decided that sucking Wolf off was the better choice. Brutus's dick was 12" long and 2" thick and his knot was the size of a tennis ball if not a little bigger! Amy opened her mouth to receive Wolf's dick as John led him forward. When he was halfway into her mouth he stopped and she started to lick and suck him and he gave a little whimper and started to pant. Soon Amy was straining forward to take more of his dick into her mouth, which she did when John gave Wolf a little nudge forward and she started cumming as Brutus raped her cunt with his tongue. She came again before he stopped, mounting her swiftly and ramming his 12" dick into her in one plunge, needing no help, knot and all. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ouuuuuuuch! Nooooooooooooo! Pleeeeeeease nooooo!" Amy screamed and sobbed, twisting and bucking, in incredible pain. Amy received a bone jarring slap across the face, "keep sucking him, dog's bitch!" John said harshly, Amy having jerked her mouth from Wolf's dick to scream. As Amy took Wolf's 10" dick back into her mouth Brutus started humping her as fast as he could, ramming against her cervix painfully. Amy could feel Brutus's knot swelling even bigger ans she came in a burst of pain and pleasure evoked from his savage fucking. Amy was cumming again when Wolf shot his red-hot cum into her mouth and Amy struggled to swallow it all, knowing if she didn't she would be severely punished, in a way she hadn't been so far.

Wolf pulled his dick from her mouth and Brutus was still going at her hard and she came again, screaming, "I'm cuummming! Fuck me, Brutus! Harder you fucking animal!" Then, just as Amy reached another climax, Brutus erupted inside her, his burning hot cum filling her pussy. Finished, Brutus turn away so that he was facing away from her on all fours while their butts still touched, still "tied" together. It was a full 5 minutes before Brutus's knot shrunk enough to pull out of her pussy and Amy had really started to worry as it hadn't taken Wolf as long. When he was released his dick came out with a POP! "You're their bitch now, Amy, what do you think of that, huh?" Tom asked. "I think you're sick, fucking sons-of-bitches, that's what I think!" Amy yelled furiously, unable to stop herself and instantly regretting it. "You're going to pay for that, dog cunt!" Tom snarled. "Just for that remark we're going to let them have you again, dog slut!" John said, "only this time you have to submit to it without your bonds or we'll cut your pretty throat, Amy. Will you do it?" "Yes," Amy whispered, totally scared and shamed now. Tom and John released her bonds but she stayed where she was, preferring humiliation and shame over death, despite the living nightmare her life had become.

John led Wolf behind Amy and Tom brought Brutus in front of her. Wolf started licking her pussy right away, causing her to shudder -- having just had multiple orgasms she was majorly sensitive still and was soon cumming continously again. Tom told her to suck Brutus's dick clean and she moved forward a bit, knowing Wolf would follow, and bent her head under Brutus's stomach and took his dick into her mouth and started sucking fast and hard. Suddenly Wolf stopped licking and mounted her, grabbing her hips with his forelegs and started poking around, looking for entry. Amy was so absorbed in sucking Brutus off that she didn't notice when Tom came over and spread her ass cheeks and John came over quickly and guided Wolf's dick to her butthole, covering it in lube as he did so. Wolf's dick was fully erect but hit knot was still very small yet so when he plunged into her ass he went all the way in, tiny knot and all. His knot swelled instantly, tying him to her as Amy screamed in utter pain. Amy crawled a few feet, trying to get away from Wolf, bucking and twisting and sobbing helplessly, dragging Wolf with her, but it just increased her pain and so she stilled and decided to just let him get it over with. As soon as she stilled he started humping her ass vigorously,  causing her to sob loudly in pain. Having abandoned her sucking at Brutus's dick Brutus had trotted behind her to lick her pussy and found Wolf humping her ass so he rolled onto his back under her belly, determined to get to her pussy, and began to lick her clit and pussy.

In a few minutes the pain of the ass fucking dimmed a little and she began to enjoy not only it but Brutus's ministrations as well. Very quickly Amy began to cum and cum in waves and Wolf joined her by shooting his hot cum deep into her ass. They had to wait until Wolf's knot shrank completely this time, which took about 10 minutes, meanwhile Brutus was still licking her cunt and she had 4 more orgasms during those 10 minutes. When Wolf left her ass John brought him around for her to clean off, Amy gagged at the smell of cum and the currently clean but general ass smell but went at Wolf's dick seemingly enthusiatically in her desperation not to anger her captors further. Brutus brought her to orgasm once more with his tongue then got up and walked behind her and mounted her. Again, Amy didn't notice Tom spread her ass cheeks or John guide Brutus's now lubed up dick to her butthole. Brutus's dick was fully erect but his knot was only half it's normal size (tennis ball size) so when he drove in her anus he went in up to the knot and then had to give another good hard shove to get the knot in. "Arghhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Nooooooo! Ouuuuuch!" Amy screamed and sobbed in unimaginable agony, startling Brutus, who tried to jump off her but his knot had swollen to it's tennis ball size and he was irrevocably joined to her. Brutus's attempt to leave caused Amy to cry out again, tears rolling down her face, and she couldn't help an involuntary attempt to get away herself and Brutus grabbed a mouthful of hair and gave a yank, stopping her. Brutus knew no mercy and started to frantically fuck her fast and hard.

Wolf had left, having stopped sucking him when Brutus entered her, and went over to the door and pawed it. John let him out, Wolf was obviously finished. This did not please Amy as she now had nothing to focus on but the pain in her ass which had barely lessened. Amy looked up, still crying silently, and around but the guys were just standing off to the side, watching. Sensing she'd get no help from them Amy reached under herself and started to finger her clit, effectively distracting herself from some of the pain. A few minutes later Brutus came, his cum overflowing her ass, and when Amy felt his hot cum fill her she came too in a mostly-pain-but-some-pleasure orgasm. Brutus turned around, all fours on the ground again, and, still tied to Amy, walked over to the door, dragging Amy behind. "Ow! Ow! Ouuuch!" Amy yelled as his huge knot pulled against her very sore anus, not about to come out anytime soon. Rob filmed the whole degrading scene and John brought a bucket of cold water and threw it over their joined bodies, causing Brutus's knot to shrink completely and his dick fell out of her ass.

Rob stopped filming at this point and Amy crawled very slowly and carefully back to the rug and laid on her back and wept bitterly as John let Brutus outside. Tom came over and helped Amy up but when she tried to walk she collapsed. Her whole body was aching and cramped and she'd been on her hands and knees for a good 4 hours (approx. 2 hours per video) and she needed to rest before she could move. Tom picked her up and laid her on the couch and he and John headed for the door leading upstairs. Rob, silent until now except for when he'd joined the other two in mocking laughter, came over and said, "Rest Amy and then take a shower and eat something then rest some more. There's still two videos to go yet." Amy turned her head towards his voice but her eyes were glazed with shame, pain and exhaustion when she asked, "Please, what's in the next two?" "Ah, you wouldn't want me to spoil the surprise now, would you?" And with that he went upstairs as well, locking the door behind him.

To Be Continued...