I CREPT IN SLOWLY AND CLOSED THE DOOR BEHIND ME, TRYING MY BEST TO NOT MAKE A SOUND.

THEN AS I GOT CLOSER TO THE GIRLS' SHOWERS I SAW HER. GOD WAS SHE AMAZING. JOANNA STOOD ABOUT 5'8", 120 LBS, WITH C-CUP KNOCKERS.  SHE HAD A VERY SLIM WAIST AND ONE NICE ASS. I ALWAYS FANTASIZED ABOUT BONER HER DOGGYSTYLE UP THE ASS. (AND I THOUGH, MAYBE THIS IS MY CHANCE)

I SLOWLY UNDRESSED AND MY 6 INCHES OF MANHOOD WAS AT IT'S BEST.  I KNEW I WANTED TO DRILL HER NICE AND HARD.  I WAS PRETTY CERTAIN SHE WAS STILL A VIRGIN.  SHE WAS MORMON, AND WAS DATING THE STARTING QB, BUT ONLY FOR A WHILE BECAUSE BIG RELIGION ISSUES CAUSED THEM FROM ACTUALLY DATING.  I HEARD SHE WAS REALLY RELUCTANT, BUT HAD HOPES OF CONVERTING HIM.

SO I WAS PRETTY SURE HE WAS BONING HER JUST YET.

I CREPT INTO THE SHOWER, AND GOT BEHIND HER. THEN SHE STARTED TO TURN BACK AND LOOK BUT I JUMPED ON HER.

I WAS MUCH STRONGER THAN HER, I WAS JUST A BIT SHORTER THAN HER, BUT OUTWEIGHED HER BY A GOOD 15-20 LBS.

I GOT HER ON THE GROUND AND SHE WAS SCREAMING AT ME, TELLING ME TO STOP.  BUT I DIDN'T CARE. I JUST WANTED TO FUCK HER.

SHE WAS ALREADY NICE AND WET, AND NOW ON THE GROUND WITH THE WATER SPRAYING BOTH OF US.

I TOLD HER I WAS GONNA FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF HER.  AND SHE STARTED TO CRY.  I JUST WANTED TO BE INSIDE OF HER, SO I JUST FORCED MYSELF BETWEEN HER LEGS.  IT TOOK A WHILE THOUGH SHE HAD REALLY STRONG LEGS.

I FINALLY POSITIONED MYSELF AFTER 2-3 MINUTES OF STRUGGLING ON HER BEHALF. AND I JUST PLACED MY HANDS UNDER HER ARMPITS AND PENETRATED HER.

SHE LET OUT A SCREAM, I JUST PLUNGED RIGHT INTO HER.  I BROKE HER HYMEN INSTANTLY.  GOSH SHE WAS TIGHT, IT FELT SO GOOD. I STARTED HUMPING HER SLOWLY AND SHE KEPT TRYING TO FIGHT ME OFF BUT TO NO AVAIL.

THEN I PICKED UP MY PACE AND SHE STARTED PANTING AND MOANING WITH HER CRYS AND PLEAS FOR ME TO STOP. BUT I DIDN'T CARE, MY FANTASY WAS COMING TRUE. AND GOSH IT WAS AWESOME.

I WAS POUNDING INTO HER FOR ABOUT 10 MINUTES THEN I FELT MY BALLS TIGHTEN UP AND I CAME INSIDE HER.  I SQUIRTED 5 OR 6 NICE SHOTS INTO HER AND SHE ORGASMED NOT TOO LONG AFTER I DID.  AND SHE LET OUT A MOAN AND FELT THE ECSTACY OF THE WHOLE EVENT.  HER BODY SHOOK LIKE AN EARTHQUAKE JUST HIT.

THEN I PULLED OUT OF HER AND SHE WAS THERE LYING ON THE GROUND, CRYING WITH THE WATER SPRAYING HER. I TOOK THE OPPORTUNITY TO FEEL UP ON HER TITS AND SQUEEZE THEM.  THEY WERE MAGNIFICANT.

I GOT UP AND WAS ABOUT TO LEAVE, BUT THEN I THOUGHT. HECK WHY NOT FULFILL MY FANTASY AND BUTTFUCK HER TOO.

SO I WENT BACK OVER AND SHE LOOKED AT ME, CONFUSED, PROBABLY WONDERING WHAT I WAS GONNA DO OR SAY.  I JUST GRABBED HER AND ROLLED HER OVER, SHE TRIED TO SQUIRM AWAY BUT I HELD HER HIPS AND SHE HAD HELPED ME BY GETTING INTO A DOGGY POSITION.  WITH THAT VEIW MY COCK WAS RENEWED WITH ENERGY AND I ACTED QUICKLY.

I LOCATED HER ASSHOLE AND JUST PLUGGED HER RIGHT UP. AND SHE LET OUT A REAL GOOD SCREAM THAT ECHOED IN THE LOCKER ROOM.  AND I JUST STARTED HUMPING AWAY WITH HER AT MY MERCY.  SHE WAS IN SO MUCH PAIN SHE JUST DIDN'T EVEN FIGHT IT, SHE JUST TRIED TO WITHSTAND HER ASS BEING POUNDED. AS I FUCKED HER I REACHED MY HANDS AROUND TO FEEL THOSE NICE TITS OF HERS ONCE AGAIN AND GOSH IT WAS GREAT.

I FUCKED HER ASS FOR A GOOD 12-13 MINUTES BEFORE I WAS READY TO EXPLODE.  SHE WAS PANTING AND MOANING WITH TEARS COMING DOWN HER FACE. I DIDN'T CARE, I JUST WANTED THIS TO LAST FOREVER, EVEN THOUGH IT WOULDN'T. FINALLY I CAME AND SHOT 4 HUGE LOADS INTO HER AND SHE ORGASMED AGAIN WITH A LOUD MOAN, AND HER ASS TIGHTENED ON MY COCK.  THIS MADE IT FEEL SO MUCH BETTER.

I PULLED OUT AND MY COCK WAS DRAINED AND LIMP. AND JOANNA WAS LYING ON HER STOMACH, CRYING.  BUT I DIDN'T CARE I GOT WHAT I WANTED. AND I WAS HAPPY.

THE NEXT DAY, SHE DIDN'T EVEN COME TO SCHOOL.  THEN I HEARD SHE WAS MOVING AWAY. BUT NOTHING HAPPENED, I GUESS SHE DIDN'T WANT TO TELL ANYONE.  GOOD THING, MADE ME RELIEVED.  I WONDER WHAT'S HAPPENING TO HER NOW?

hope you enjoyed. i know i need work on the details, but i'll get it better next time.

There was no thought of resisting Girard. She knew she was going to be bound, whipped, tortured and used during her stay at Krueger’s. Abbey learned early on that her compliance would help her to avoid some of the torments she might otherwise receive. Besides, she was learning to enjoy the feeling of a cock, even if it was not her husband’s. Yes, she had changed. Perhaps it was the sexual frustration of being denied a climax on her terms, or maybe she was embracing the idea of being a sex slave, subject to the whims and torments of others. It seemed that she was always aroused, now, and ready to please her tormentors.

After taking care of her obligatory service of Girard, she was taken upstairs to breakfast. As usual, she sat on the chair with the large dildo mounted on the seat. This morning, however, she took care to ease her somewhat tender pussy on to this large rubber phallus. After she was secured to the chair with locking straps, she hands were freed so she could eat. After she had finished her breakfast, and was nursing a cup of flavored coffee, Klaus came into the kitchen. He was wearing a short black robe which was open, exposing the front of his body. The young man had lust in his eyes, and his cock was in full rut. It seemed that lately, every time a man spoke to her, his cock was menacingly erect He sat down in a chair opposite of her.

“Good morning, Abbey”, he greeted.

Abbey, smiled, replying, “Good Morning, Klaus, Sir.”

“Put your coffee cup down, and show me your tits”, he ordered.

Abbey was quick to obey. Klaus smiled as she looked at her displayed breasts. They trembled slightly as she placed her hands behind her neck to give Klaus an unimpeded view of her breasts.

“Play with your nipples”, was his next order.

Abbey lowered her hands and her delicate fingers touched her nipples. She pinched and teased them until they were rock hard. Her breath quickened. Klaus was pleased. The teasing of her nipples sent warming signals to her cunt, which was already sufficiently filled with a large dildo.

“Now you can drink you coffee, but keep your tits raised for me.”

Abbey obeyed. She finally put her coffee cup down, after she had drained the last of the good flavored coffee from it. Klaus quietly got up from his chair and walked around behind Abbey. On his order, she leaned forward as he locked her wrists behind her back, only then, did he release her from her chair, and helped her stand up. The large chair mounted dildo slipped easily from her lubricated pussy. Upon standing, Klaus pulled her wrists up between her shoulder blades, connecting them to the back of her leather collar. She knew this action meant that Klaus had plans for her, this morning.

Klaus turned her towards him, and grasping her left breast, leaned down and kissed her. Abbey returned his kiss as he moved his hand to her other breast.

“I have plans for you this morning. Alex says you are mine to do as I wish. Are you going to obey me”, Klaus asked.

Abbey nodded her head, softly replying, “Yessir.”

Klaus grasped her leash and lead her down to the basement orgy room. Abbey’s day was about to begin. She had some trepidation as Klaus was an unknown entity to her. On the previous evening he seemed inexperienced. She was afraid that in the heat of passion, he might not know when to stop hurting her when he was whipping or torturing her. But, she was resigned as she really had no choice but to obey him, or be treated much more harshly.

Klaus seemed to be a man on a mission. Once in the orgy room, he made her lay down on one of the king size beds. She was lying on her back. With her hands secured up high on her back, it caused breasts to be raised. A magnificent sight. Klaus’ cock seemed to throb more as he watched her position herself on the bed.

“Spread you legs, as side was you can”, was his next order.

Abbey did so. She spread her high heeled shod feet as wide as she could, spreading her legs widely. She could feel the cool air on her heated cunt.

Klaus lay down beside her, and rolling over to face her, began to arouse her by kissing her, playing with her breasts, and delving into her already heated pussy. Knowing that Klaus was going to torment her, Abbey was amazed at how her body responded to this kind treatment. She was rapidly becoming more aroused by her predicament.

His hand was having devastating effect on her pussy. Soon she began moving her hips, raising her pussy to meet his hand. About the time she was about to have a climax, Klaus pulled his had away from her pussy. He reached over on the night stand next to the bed and picked a wicked looking short thronged whip. Abbey eyes were closed as she was reveling in the lustful haze induced by Klaus’ manipulations of her body. Suddenly she felt an explosion on her cunt lips. Klaus, using the light weight whip has struck her pussy.

Abbey jerked to attention and reflexively attempt to close her legs to protect her pussy. Klaus struck again. This time she did close her legs.

“Damn you, Bitch”, he exclaimed. “I told you to open you legs. Do it now, or pay the price!”

“I…I’m…sorry, Sir. I was…surprised, and it…hurt so much”, she begged.

Klaus retaliated, “I don’t care! Open them now! I’m going to whip your cunt, and you had better keep your legs open!”

Without replying, Abbey opened her legs as ordered. She could not help herself, but she did watch as Klaus raised the whip again, and watched as it crashed into her pussy. She moaned loudly, but maintain the required position. Klaus struck again, and again. A fire of scalding pain was building in her batter cunt. Finally, she could not resist and she closed her legs and attempted to roll away from Klaus.

Klaus jumped off the bed and ordered, “Cunt, get off the bed. I’ll teach you not to obey!”

With his forceful help, Abbey got off the bed and stood as she was told. Klaus retrieved two lengths of rope. He grabbed her right breast, and quickly wound the rope, tightly around the base of the breast, causing it to bulge delightfully from the painful pressure of the rope. He left a six feet length of the rope dangling from her breast. As soon as he finished, he tied her other breast in a similar fashion. Both of her breasts were now aching from this bondage.

Next, Klaus lowered a cable and a hook from the hoist mounted in the ceiling. He tied the ends of the ropes on her breasts to the hook. Retracting the cable, Abbey was raised to a stretched upright position by being pulled up by her bound breasts. Abbey was moaning softly because of the painful pressure on her breasts. Quickly, Klaus produced a penis gag and effective silenced her.

Moving on, he now knelt on the floor in front of her and tied ropes to her ankle cuffs, which in in turn were tied to rings in the floor, spreading her legs widely, putting more pressure on her breasts. Now she felt more vulnerable than she ever had.

Abbey was alone in a sound proof room with a captor who could do her a great deal of harm and cause a lot of pain. She was suspended by her breasts, and her legs were spread and tied in that position. This wide stance caused her to teeter on her high heel pumps. Lastly, her wrists and hands were still tied behind her back, and pulled up between her shoulder blades and connected to her collar. She was also gagged. She was scared, yet strangely, her pussy was wet.

“Now, Slave Cunt, here is what is going to happen”, Klaus spat angrily. “You disobeyed me. There is no excuse. Alex says slaves can never have an excuse. If a slave disobeys, she must be punished to her masters satisfaction. You are going to be punished.”

Abbey watched helplessly as Klaus walked to the wall and retrieved Alex’ favorite multi thronged medium weight flogger. He was naked now, and his cock was in full rut. As he walked, it bounced menacingly. It looked more like a weapon than a instrument of sexual pleasure. Klaus walked back her, running the strands of the whip through his fingers. He knew what he wanted to do.

Klaus flourished the whip in the air. He then brought it down in a arc, and brought it up, striking her pussy. Abbey flinched and attempted to move out of the way, to no avail. The force of the whip was not great, but was enough to sting her pussy, building on the fire the he had built there while she was still in bed. Son Abbey was moaning, loudly, attempting to scream in her gag. Klaus continued he assault, with each lash becoming harder than the last. Just when he felt she could endure no more, he changed positions. Her ass and her thighs were his next target. Soon he moved to her tightly bound, tormented and stretched breasts. Her body was afire from the effects of his whip. At long last, he stopped his assault.

Klaus dropped his whip and walked around her. Physically, Klaus was about the same height as Abbey, if not a little taller. He walked up to her, and bending his knees, pushed his rampant cock into her pussy. After her torture, his cock in her pussy was a welcome relief. He moved his cock in and out of her cunt for a couple of minutes. When it was fully lubricated by her juices, he pulled out and walked around behind her. He placed his hands on each of her ass cheeks, spreading them. Next she felt his cock working its was into her ass. It was tight, but he was making headway. Soon he was ramming his cock in and out of her ass.

Abby was deriving some pleasure from his cock in her ass, but could not achieve an orgasm as her pussy was being ignored. Klaus sensed the problem. He reached around her and used his fingers to rummage through her pussy. His fingers were like a bolt of lightening. Very soon, she could feel her orgasm building. When it came, in spite of the pain she had endured, and the painfully stringent bondage she was still in, her climax came crashing in on her. This was more than Klaus could deal with, and he cock erupted in her ass, scalding her insides with his red hot cum. Both master and slave were locked in an embrace awash with unbridled lust and passion. Klaus remained buried in her ass, while squeezing her bound and stretched breasts. Abbey was still in the ozone, attempting to find a soft landing after this extreme whipping and explosive climax.

Klaus finally pulled himself from her ass. He receding cock dripping with his cum. He went to the bathroom to clean up, returning a short time later to Abbey. First, he untied her ankles from the floor rings, allowing her to stand straight, relieving the pressure on her tormented breasts. Klaus then lowered the cable and hook to which her breasts were bound, and untied her swollen tits. Leaving her wrists tied to her collar, he walked her into the shower.

Soon the shower was refreshingly steaming hot. After removing her high heel shoes, Klaus took great pains to bathe her and massage her aching body. Soon Abbey was refreshed. When he was finished, he dried the both of them off. After doing so, he took her to her cell, and released her hands from her collar, allowing her wrists to be bound behind her back, in a more relaxed position. He put her in bed, covered her with a light blanket. After kissing her, he left, locking the cell door behind him. Abbey was exhausted, and fell into a deep, well deserved sleep. Before she fell asleep, she reasoned that Klaus was more experienced than she thought. He was a strict and harsh master, yet competent in handing a helpless sex slave.

Continued…

 

So full of confidence, and ready to show-off my talents on the keyboard, I breezed into the study. My confidence and literally all my breath was taken from me as I looked at the screen to see what he had displayed.
“What do you make of this?”
I stood there, not blushing, but ashen white, the blood had drained from my face.
“Well? Nothing to say for yourself? Well what about these emails, I bet Mr Holmlund doesn’t know about these?”

I tried my best to sound in control.
“You shouldn’t be looking in my private mail account.”
“Ok then. If you want to get silly about this. I’ve printed a few of these emails out on paper, and I’ll make sure your husband gets to know what his slut of a wife has been up to.”
“No you can’t.”
“Can’t! Who says I can’t?”
“But please. I haven’t been unfaithful to him. It’s just words on the internet.”
“So he won’t mind then. Will he?”
“Please I beg you, please don’t tell him.”

“If I keep quiet, what will you do for me?”
“What do you mean?”
”You know what I mean. Will you fuck?”
“No. You can’t ask that of me. Please. I’ve never so much as kissed another man since I got married.”
“My, aren’t we the little angel. So what about these stories you’ve been reading?”

Well I guess at this stage, I’d better explain exactly what this man had found, and what my situation was. My Name is Camilla Erricson, I’m married to Göran, and we have two beautiful children Helle aged 3 and Björn 6. I am 32, and I’ve been so very wicked. My Göran is so sweet and he cares for me and the children so lovingly. I really do love him with all my heart, but! I know you’re thinking, ‘with true love there can be no buts’. In truth, I would never cheat on Göran, even if the most handsome man in the world wanted to date me. But I have a dark side, and like Lady Chatterley, I don’t think we are given these dark thoughts for no reason.

So one day whilst idling some time away on the net, I made a search for ‘sex’. As you can imagine I was swamped with sites to visit. After I’d browsed around about ten or so sites, finding only pictures and videos that I found crude. I began to think that maybe the dirty side of sex wasn’t what I was looking for. In truth I had no idea what it was, this indefinable thing I needed. It was just my sex life with Göran was so safe and predictable, I thought there had to be something more. Then, reading through the search results, I saw a site that was free, didn’t need you to register, and contained adult stories. I had no idea what to expect, but when I logged in, the range of material available was mind blowing.

Over the next few weeks I read various stories, some very wicked, involving rape, bondage, and incest. There were even stories of women having sex with animals! But the idea of this turned my stomach, so I avoided them. Reading these other stories got me very excited, sexually I mean, you know, wet. But even though I was now hooked on reading these stories, they were in the majority, pretty shallow, with little or no real story, just an excuse for describing sexual activity. Then one day I read a story, and it all seemed so innocent, it was only the fact of where the story was posted, that let me know something was eventually going to happen to the woman who was the main character in the story. I won’t go into detail, but this poor innocent; and normal housewife was tricked into various situations, ending up with her starring in a porn video, and being gang raped.

Well if the other stories had got me wet, this one had me in a trance. I’d been fingering myself all the time I’d been reading, and it was a long story. How many times I’d come I can’t remember. Well I read this same story over and over again for three days running, each time getting the same thrill, imagining myself to be the central character. This one day I plucked up courage, and emailed the author, he’d left some silly little statement at the end of his story, asking for girls from England to email him. Well I hadn’t mentioned it, but I’m from Sweden, and proud of it, but I emailed him anyway.

Then I waited and waited. Day after day I’d dash to the PC after work to see if he’d replied. Three days, no reply. On the fourth day, I’d had to do some shopping on the way home, and by the time I got home my Göran was already there. So I just thought, it’s not worth risking looking now, he won’t have replied anyway. And even if he does, what will he want to say to me? So it wasn’t until the next morning, Göran had just left for work; the children were having breakfast, so I opened my mail. There it was; he’d replied to me.

It was a simple courteous reply, not very personal, but he’d supplied me with a list of the stories he’d written, and told me which site they were available on. I once again won’t go into detail, but when I couldn’t actually find these stories, I emailed him back, and he kindly pasted the whole text of a story into an email for me. In fact it was three emails, containing Parts one, two, and three of a series he’d written.

I started reading the story, and was once again, immediately the central character. This girl was I guess raped, but not with violence, more persuasion, and circumstance. Then as the story progressed, it moved to a new dimension. I said before the thought of animal sex turned my stomach. Well now reading this, in my mind, I was this girl, and after being gang raped, they were making me have sex with a dog. But amazingly, this got me hotter than I like to admit. So I read on, this was real hard-core animal sex, not just dogs, but then horses as well. And to my shame, I loved every word of it, and I couldn’t stop reading.

So that is where we are now! The builder had somehow found this story on my PC, and then read my emails to and from the author. Well I’d been ashamed of myself before, when only I knew what I’d been doing. But now this horrible builder man knew, I felt really humiliated. But if my Göran ever found out, I’d kill myself! I could never look him in the eye again.

So back to my predicament.

 “My, aren’t we the little angel. So what about these stories you’ve been reading?”
“They're nothing. I read them with my husband.”
“You bloody liar! You say in your emails, your husband has no idea you read this shit!”
“But they’re just stories.”
“Ok then. Let’s see shall we? I’ll print one out, and you can read it to me.”
“If I read one, will you promise not to tell Göran?”
“Well maybe. Let’s see if it gets me turned on first.”

He’d soon got the printer churning out page after page, and before it had finished, he’d picked up the first few sheets, and handed them to me.
“Come-on then, you sit here and I’ll stand behind you.”
He got up from my revolving computer chair, and sat me down. I didn’t know if I would be able to read the dirty words this story contained out aloud. But I knew that I had to do something to avoid my beloved Göran finding out what a wicked woman I’d been.

As I started reading, his arms reached around from behind me, and his hands cupped my breasts. This sent such a violent shiver down into my lower tummy, and my nipples instantly became hard. I stopped reading.
“Please no. I don’t like you touching me.”
“I don’t care what you like. You know the alternative. Now get reading, and think yourself lucky I haven’t got your knickers off.”

I resumed my reading, as his fingers were manipulating my nipples through the thin material of my blouse and bra. The story was now getting to the build-up of the first sexual action, and this by itself would have me getting wet. But with his manipulation of my breasts, I could feel a throbbing like I’d never felt before. It was like a really bad case of butterflies in the tummy, but not actually my tummy. It was deep in my .. You know where I mean, my private part.

Then he unbuttoned my blouse, and slipped his hands back inside my bra. There was an overwhelming rush of passion as our flesh met, his bare fingers, and my naked nipples.
“P p please d don’t.”
“Just keep reading.”
I carried on, but I was near to orgasm, and I could do nothing to control my body. Then as I read the part of the story where the woman took her first penetration, it happened. I had to stop reading, and I couldn’t stop myself arching my hips forwards lifting my bottom from the seat.

“My! That does do it for you.”
Said Johan (the builder) as I calmed back down and regained my seated position. I didn’t reply, but just blushed a bright red. He was now stood in front of me, his big hard dick in his hands pointing directly at my face.
“Ok my little beauty, are you going to suck me off now?”
I was so humiliated by my own lack of control, but I knew that he wouldn’t be satisfied until his dick had shot its load of spunk. So I made not the slightest protest, I just resigned myself to getting it over with.

Now even this I would have thought would not be worth describing from my point of view, as all I thought I was doing was to get his juices rising. But I am so wicked and my body is not under my control during sex. As my mouth opened and my lips encircled the end of his dick, my tummy started pulsing wildly. He wasn’t making my control any easier; he’d now cupped both my breasts, and was busy working my senses to a crescendo. This is not something that I have done very often, as my Göran thinks it is demeaning for me. But as this big dick hardened in my mouth, I pushed hard down onto it, forcing him into my throat. I took his dick as he roughly worked my breasts and all the while my orgasm was building. As he shot his salty spunk into my throat, I gyrated my hips from side to side and moaning wildly I slid from the seat onto the floor.  Johan just stood there watching me with his dripping limp dick in his hand.

When I regained my composure, I picked myself up from the floor, and sat back onto the chair. Johan was standing in the doorway, smoking a cigarette.
“Please. My Göran doesn’t like anyone smoking in the house.”
“But he’d be ok with you giving me a blow job?”
“Please. He will smell the smoke the second he walks in.”
“Well at least then he won’t smell your cum stain on the carpet then.”
And with that he’d looked down and nodded towards where I’d been writhing about. And yes I’m ashamed to say, there was a wet sticky patch on the floor, which had leaked out from my orgasm. I coloured up bright red, feeling so ashamed again.

“Will you promise not to tell Göran now?”
He put his hand into his inside pocket, and pulled out a roll of printed sheets of paper.
“Well you were pretty good, so I guess you’ll be safe for now. But I’ll keep this lot, it’ll take us all tomorrow to finish the work on your garage, and I guess the old feller will want some more attention again before we’re done here.”
“Please I’ve done what you asked me to.”
“I know you have my dear, and very good you were. But like I say, we’re here until tomorrow evening, and every time I look at you, I’ll just be getting more excited. So I guess we might need a repeat performance. It wasn’t that bad was it?”

I dropped my head into my hands, and never answered him. He turned and left, going out to join his workers. I went to the kitchen, collected my cleaning pack, returned to the study, and cleaned up the mess that both Johan’s dripping dick and my orgasm had left on the floor. Then I noticed the computer chair also had telltale marks. Once I’d finished cleaning up, I returned my cleaning kit back to the kitchen. From the kitchen window I could see the garage, and the three workers. That is Johan the boss, and his two men. Johan was about forty-five. The eldest of his men was about the same age, his name was Stenn. The other man, was only about twenty-five, this was Loather. He was always stripped to the waist, displaying his muscle bound chest. He was built like a body builder, not one ounce of excess fat, and muscles where I didn’t know muscles existed.

So as I watched these men, they had all stopped for a cigarette break, Loather, just taking the break, but not smoking. Then to my horror, I began to think that it looked like Johan was telling them about what I’d just done for him. I know I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but some of the actions, and the looks on the faces of the two men listening, didn’t leave me in much doubt. Now the thought that both these men might know what I’d just done was bad enough, but the reaction that this tale received from Stenn terrified me.

He was coming towards the house, and encouraging Loather to join him. They could only want one thing! I turned and ran towards the stairs, and as I started to make my ascent, I heard them coming in the door.
“MRS ERRICSON. MRS ERRICSON, WHERE ARE YOU?”
It was Stenn’s voice booming through the house. I was only half way up the stairs, but even if I'd reached my bedroom, what could I do? They would only threaten to tell my husband, so I’d have no option but to satisfy them both to keep them quiet. I stood still on the stairs, just half way up, and I turned to face them as they appeared at the bottom.

“Are, there you are. I was calling but you never answered.”
I tried to sound as unconcerned as possible.
“Yes. Is there a problem?”
They both started climbing the stairs to meet me.
“Not if you look after us like you just did for Johan.”
By now we were standing face to face, two steps apart, but them being taller, our faces were almost level with each other.
“Ok. If I do the same for both of you, you promise that no one will say a word to Göran?”
“We have nothing to tell him. Do we Loather?”
“Not if I get my ball sack emptied, I don’t”

“Well turn around then; we’ll do it down stairs.”
“No my dear. We are the ones who are giving the orders. And I say you turn around, I want you in your bedroom.”
“No. I’ve said I’ll do it for you. But I’m not defiling my husband’s bedroom.”
“You stupid bitch! Don’t you understand! I said we are giving the orders. Now get up to your bedroom before I pick you up and take you there.”
The anger and menace in Stenn’s voice frightened me, and my stern resolve just collapsed, instantly turning me into a submissive slave. I turned around, and as I made my way up the few remaining steps, someone’s hand was forcing itself up in between my legs.

“Please don’t do that, I beg you.”
The hand kept forcing and before I’d got to the top step, it reached its goal.
“You can beg all you like my dear. But if you don’t spread your legs and give me some room to get at your cunt, then I’ll make you wish you had! And I promise you won’t like my methods. Now open those fucking legs.”
I instantly opened my legs, and with a push in the middle of my back with his other hand, I once again began walking, somewhat duck fashion towards my bedroom. He by now had two fingers up the side of my panties, and up inside me. I was of-course still wet from my session with Johan, so he had no difficulty probing deep into me.

This rough treatment, although abhorrent to me, was still making my silly hormones go wild. I hated everything they were doing. Their demanding approach, the violation of my marital bedroom, his fingers probing deep inside my private love. But hate them and what they were doing as much as I did; my body was reacting like that of a common slut. With each step I took, I squirmed myself deeper onto his fingers. By the time we were stood along side the bed, I felt myself wrap my hands around his shoulders to stop myself from falling whilst I gyrated my open thighs on his fingers.

“I see what Johan meant, she's fucking mad for it. Lets get her laid on the bed and strip her naked.”
I heard the words, I knew what they meant. And as much as I could never let anyone do this to me. Here I was being laid back onto my own bed, with Stenn’s finger ramming in and out of me, my hips lifting to complement his thrusting, while Loather was pealing off my clothes. I just let him! No sign of struggle or protest, my arms and legs were pulled from side to side, and up and down until I was naked.

Now Loather was on the bed astride my shoulders, he was also naked. His big dick semi-hard dropped towards my mouth. He took my hands and placed them on his shaft, and he leaned forwards dropping his dick to my lips. I just took it inside my mouth, and he started thrusting deep into my wind-pipe. My whole body was aflame, and then I realised that although I was humping my hips, Stenn was no longer ramming me with his fingers. I did have a conscious thought, but decided he must be stripping off ready to follow Loather, in fucking my mouth. So I once again drifted off, back into the land of sex and sensation.

Then as something big pushed up into my crotch, I felt myself being stretched wide to take something more than fingers. I tried to resist him. I promise I did try. But my effort was too weak, and the onslaught was too strong. It pushed its way relentlessly up inside me, stretching me like my Göran has never done. Then as I felt his body contacting mine he started a slow thrusting in and out. Well even if Göran himself had walked in at that moment, I think my wicked body would have just kept on thrusting in unison with Stenn’s dick. Out of control is all I can say. Every fibre of my body was being taken to heights they had never been to.

Then Loather pulled his dick from my mouth, and started jacking himself, shooting his cum all over my face and into my hair.
“Oh fucking yes! She’s a fucking slut alright. Look at her.”
I was past caring what they thought; all my body wanted was pleasure. And I wanted this big dick inside me to explode, lighting the touch paper for what I knew would be an orgasm to beat all the orgasms I’ve ever had.

“See if you can find a camera, they’re bound to have one. We’ve got to get a picture of her face like that.”
You might have thought that on hearing Stenn’s words I would have come to my senses. But no, I didn’t. I carried on thrusting with my lover, and apart from licking up and swallowing the spunk that was on and around my lips; I never attempted to wipe my face clean. Instead my hands were clasped to Stenn’s hips, encouraging the increase in pace that I knew would bring his thunder bolt!

I wasn’t disappointed, the increase in pace had been the fore-runner to his climax. So now, as he changed to the stabbing thrusts, I could feel the warm seeds he was shooting deep inside me.  My body arched itself high in the air, and my hole gripped his dick. Then as I dropped back to the bed and writhed about, my legs wrapped around his waist. Exactly how the rest of my orgasm went I’m not sure. I wasn’t there. I was floating somewhere in heaven. Floods of warm pleasure were flowing through every vein in my body.

When I did eventually gain my senses, both of them were dressed and busy looking at the little pre-view screen on my Göran’s camera. It came to me what kind of pictures they had on there, and what I’d just done. Why am I so bad? I go to church. I believe in God. I pray every night. And above all, I love my Göran. So how could I do what I’ve just done? I feel so bad.

But the photo’s! They’re on Göran’s camera!
“Hey! You have to delete those pictures.”
Stenn looked across, and it was a very black look, gone the smile that had been there a second before while the two of them were looking at the camera.
“Who the fuck are you telling what to do! If we show these to your husband you’ll be lucky if you're not sleeping in the gutter tonight!”
“Please I didn’t mean it like that. Please, I beg you; let me wipe them off before Göran comes home?”

“That’s better. Asking and begging. I can tolerate that. But there’s no way these pictures are getting deleted.”
“But please if my Göran finds them.”
“Well little miss computer. You’d better take them off this camera and email them to me. And no tricks, if I can’t download them when I get home, then you’d better have left the country by tomorrow. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, I’ll do it for you. But I will have to reduce them. They’ll be too big to email.”
“Don’t try getting fucking smart with me. Do you know what the fuck she’s going on about?”
“I think so, but we’d be better off asking Johan, he understands these computers. I’ll go and get him; you might as well get her down to where the computer is.”

“Come-on then slut. Get that sloppy cunt of yours off the bed, and get that computer of yours fired up.”
“Can I put some clothes on, please?”
“Well don’t fuck about. As soon as I hear Johan coming into the house, you’re going downstairs, clothes or no clothes.”
I rushed around, only having time to pull on a pair of knickers, and a skirt. I had to put my blouse on whilst going down the stairs. My bra he’d pulled from my hand, and thrown back onto the bed.

So now I was seated in front of my PC, and downloading the pictures from the camera into a folder I’d made.
“Do you know what she means about not being able to email me the full picture?”
“Yes she’s right. These are too high in quality, the file size is too big to email. Here, look at this.”
Johan reached over my shoulder, took hold of the mouse, and opened the thumbnail that was a close-up of my spunk covered face. I could have died, I felt so humiliated, and there are no words to explain. I’d lain there, knowing they were taking them pictures. I felt sick, and actually started heaving. They parted like wild fire, as I burst out of the room and rushed to the toilet. I threw-up, but I was wrenching my empty stomach and it hurt like hell. So I was now on my knees, head in the toilet bowl, feeling the most wretched I’d ever felt in my life.

How can emotions be so extreme? In minutes I’d gone from pleasure the like of which I’d never dreamed existed, now down to the depths of despair, to the point where I was considering taking my own life!

How long I spent with my head in my hands on the rim of the cold ceramic bowl I don’t know. But gradually I calmed down, and tried to get things into a sense of proportion. Yes I’d now been unfaithful to my Göran. And yes it was in our own bed. Oh God! How can I find any excuse for myself? I’m a bad wife, and no better than a common whore. But what is done is done. And if my Göran never finds out, then he will not be hurt. But maybe more important, my babies, they haven’t done anything wrong. Why should they suffer? What ever happens, I have to get through this, and Göran mustn’t find out. He’d take my babies from me, and then I’d have no alternative but to take my life. But even that would be punishing my babies for something that I’d done wrong. No. Göran is not going to find out! I’ll fuck all three of them if I have to, but my secret has to be kept from Göran.

I’d heard their loud banter going on, as they’d been going through the pictures that I’d downloader for them. But until now, I hadn’t been taking any notice of what they were saying.
“Look at that. You’ve zoomed in until her cunt is blown up to the size of a DVD, and you can see the detail of every single hair around her cunt. Look at the amount of cum oozing from it.”
Yes they were not just looking at my pictures; they were drooling over every detail. I slowly made my way back, and stood silently in the doorway. I’d been there a good five minutes before any of them noticed me, their mouths were almost dribbling as they meticulously scanned every detail of the most private and sacred part of my body.

Up until now, only Göran and the doctors that delivered my babies had ever seen that part of me.
“You’re back. I’ve explained to the lads here, that emailing will, as you say, mean reducing the quality. So instead, I’ll bring some blank CD’s with me tomorrow, and you can put the pictures onto them at full file size.”
“But that would mean leaving them on the PC overnight.”
“Yes, that’s not a problem is it? They won’t damage it.”
“But if Göran finds them?”
“Look you weren’t that worried before, leaving the emails to your boyfriend on there. And that bloody dirty story. I tell you what lads, I bet even your filthy minds couldn’t come up with some of the filth that’s in the stories she reads. This guy who writes them must be one depraved filthy bastard.”

“Please don’t say things like that about him?”
“Oh my dear! Touched a nerve have we? You don’t like to hear the truth about your boyfriend?”
“That’s not the truth. His stories are not filth.”
”What all that fucking with dogs and horses, you don’t call that filthy?”
“It’s not like that.”

“I beg to differ. That’s all that story is about, fucking with one animal or another. The two of you are fucking depraved if you ask me.”
“I know there are animals, but it’s the words he uses. The feeling he expresses. The other stuff just happens. The story is what is important.”
“Sounds like shit to me. But I guess if you’ve got the hots for this guy, even his shit smells good to you. They say love is blind. Anyway lads, we’d better get some work done, otherwise this job will end up costing me money. Now you remember; I know how many pictures are on there, and what the folder size is. So no deleting any, or down sizing them.”

As Stenn pushed past me, he took me back towards the wall, pinning me against it. His fingers went straight back up inside me, and he stood there probing me. It was pointless me struggling, or protesting, that only seamed to make him worse. So, knowing Johan would appear in a few seconds to drag him back to work, I just let him get on with it. Well it was only a few second before Johan appeared in the doorway, but he just stood there watching Stenn manipulating my womanhood. But as I’ve already confessed, I’m a dirty bitch. I don’t mean to be, but in that few seconds, he’d got my legs to start spreading, and I was panting in an audible way.

“Fucking hell Stenn, haven’t you had enough for one day?”
“Go on boss. Let me just have one more go at her. You can see she wants it.”
“Yes that’s bloody obvious. But I think we could troop all the bloody sailors from the naval yard through here, and she’d want more. Look at her, my bloody fluorescent light takes longer to turn on than her.”
“But it won’t take me long boss. Please. I’ll do and hours overtime tonight without pay.”
“But you’ve already had over an hour out of the day, and this job has got to be wrapped-up by the time we finish tomorrow.”
“Ok, I’ll start an hour earlier tomorrow as well. Go on boss. You know we can get the job sorted if we pull our fingers out.”
“Ok. But be as quick as you can, she don’t need any fore-play. And don’t fuck yourself silly, I want some work out of you when you've finished.”

“So does that go for me as well?”
Now Loather had started. I heard it all going on, but I did and said nothing. Instead I’d just stood there in a trance, well almost stood. I was now spread that wide, with my legs so weak, before long I’d be on the floor.
“Oh, come-on then. Get her up to the bedroom, you can both have her at the same time, I’ll take the pictures. Make your mind up whose having her arse, we haven’t got time for swapping about.”

So with their help, I once again was taken up the stairs, stripped, and laid back onto the bed. They were soon naked, and I was rolled over onto Loather, my legs astride his hips. Up he went, and Stenn was soon kneeling behind me. He had obviously been lubricating his dick, I guess with my love juice. But then he started pushing his wet finger up my bottom, after a few investigational probes, he decided I was wet enough to try his dick.

I felt it push, and my bottom did start to open, but I let out such a scream. I felt my skin was being ripped apart. But it was as though I’d never said a word. He just pushed, until it forced its way in. By the time they’d both been fucking for five minutes, the pain side had diminished to a dull ache. But all those demons within my being were now taking over. I was thrashing myself as hard against them as they were thrusting into me. And now I felt an overwhelming desire to swear. I want to tell them to FUCK ME HARDER. But I couldn’t get my lips to utter the words.

Then as I was trying to muster my resolve, Stenn changed to his rapid pace. I knew the climax was almost here, and all I could think was I had to cum with them. Then as he jerked violently, I could feel his hot cum, what a sensation that was. And then, like the time before, my Cunt. Did I say that? Yes my Cunt contracted onto Loathers dick, then exploded with such a flood of cum, the like of which none of these guys had ever seen before. Although most of my orgasm is a sort of blank dream type memory, the pictures they took, and the comment they made afterwards, left me in no illusions as to my extraordinary performance.

This time as Johan knew what he was doing; they just left me on my bed, while two of them got back to work. Johan transferred the pictures to my PC, then he joined his men, and that is where they stopped for the rest of the day. Now I’ve seen lots of men working doing various types of jobs. But to watch these three men, especially Stenn and Loather, it was amazing. There was no sauntering around, and standing chatting. It was almost reminiscent of an old Charlie Chaplin or Key Stone Cops movie. Everything was being done at double time.

Then as my Göran’s car pulled up in front of the house, I opened the door to greet my children that he has picked up on his way home from work. A lump comes to my throat, and as my Göran smiles at me, my eyes well-up with tears. I am really struggling to hold myself together; I don’t think I’m going to be able to do this. Then as Björn bounded his way towards me, I opened my arms. The feeling as he hugged me could only be matched by the feeling I got two seconds later as Helle did the same. I quickly smothered them with kisses, and turned them towards the house. Then as they raced each other to be first to switch on the TV, I brushed the tears away before turning back again to greet Göran. As my arms wrapped themselves around him, I hugged and kissed him passionately.

“Hey Camilla. Are you trying to squeeze me to death?”
“Oh god. Sorry. Oh Göran, I love you so much.”
“Hey Camilla. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just love you.”
“Well I know that, but you don’t usually try to prove it by choking the breath from my body. Is everything alright? Or has something happened today? And what's the workers truck still doing here?”
“No nothings wrong, it’s just been a long day, having to stop in with no one to talk to. I just needed to have a cuddle.”
“Come here.”

His arms circled my waist, and he pulled me up until our lips met. This was what I really wanted from life, a husband who is warm and caring. The kiss lasted for about thirty seconds, but was interrupted by.
“Well that’s a sight you don’t see much any more.”
It was Johan, carrying a big toolbox out to his truck. Göran immediately put me back to the floor, as if we were still school kids that had been caught kissing in the playground.
“Ah. It’s you Erricson. I wondered what your truck was still doing here.”

“Nothing to worry about now, even though we are running a bit behind. We had a bit of a hold-up with the big doors. But thanks to your lovely wife and some suggestions from my lads, we all managed to cum up on top.”
“So how did you get involved with helping them out?”
“Nothing really, I just let them use my PC to look for parts.”
“She’s being modest. Without her help, we’d never have cum up so many useful sites.”
“Yes she certainly knows her way around the PC. One day I’ll have to get her to teach me how to turn it on. Anyway if the problem is sorted, do you still expect to be finished by tomorrow?”
“Yes. We’ll be here at 7:30 in the morning. With the early start, we should be gone before you get home from work.”

“I’m just thinking aloud here. And if you have any objections, just say.”
Göran had started his conversation talking to Johan, but then he’d turned to look at me.
“It’s like this Johan; my wife is used to going to work, and being with people all day.”
“No Göran. There’s no need to bother Mr Erricson with my problems.”
“No darling. Let me finish. There’s no harm in asking. Johan can always say no if it's any trouble for him.”
“That’s right. But if there’s something I can do for your good lady, I’ll be only too pleased to help.”

“See my dear. Well it’s like this Johan, as I say she’s used to having people to talk to. I think this week, sitting in the house on her own has been a bit of a strain, and I blame myself for not thinking about it sooner. But, if it doesn’t inconvenience you to much. I was thinking when you or any of your men are taking a break, would it be too much to ask that you maybe come and sit in the house with my wife, to give her a bit of company?”
“Why of course we will.”
“But Göran. They use their break to have a smoke, and you know you don’t like smoking in the house.”
“Sorry, not being a smoker, I never even gave that a thought.”
“No problem Mr Holmlund. Loather doesn’t smoke at all, and Stenn and I can have a quick blow while we’re working. I’m sure being in the company of your good lady will be more rewarding.”
“Well thank you Johan. There you are Camilla, looks like tomorrow you’ll have something to keep you busy. Ok I’m going in to get my well earned evening meal now, so if I don’t see you tomorrow morning, thanks for all the work you've done. Bye.”

With that we went in the house. But as I looked back out at Johan whilst closing the door, he gave a knowing wink and dirty gesture holding his hand to the bulge in his trousers. Well the workmen all left, and the evening passed by, without event. In bed that night, Göran was so tender and loving, I just felt so dirty and ashamed. My only consolation was that I did all those things to protect Göran and my children. But deep down, I knew this was not true, I’m just bad.

The morning arrived, and everything went as normal, children ready for nursery and school, and Göran getting ready for work. Then I saw the workers arriving, and they all gave me a friendly wave as they passed my kitchen window. Then Göran got his things together, the children both gave me my goodbye kiss, and I watched them drive off for the day. Before I’d closed the door, I heard my kitchen door opening. This was the door that led to the garden where the workmen were.

So as I closed the door and turned around, I wasn’t surprised to see them all walking towards me from my kitchen.
“Good morning Camilla. Did you have a good night?”
“Yes thank you. I suppose you’ve got those blank CD’s you want burning?”
“Well yes I have, but I’ve left them in your kitchen. They can wait until later. I think you can guess what we want first. And your husband did ask me to make sure we looked after you. So we wouldn’t want to let him down, now would we?”

By now they had reached where I was standing by the front door, which placed us all at the foot of the stairs. Well I guessed it had started again. But if I could just get through today, my ordeal would be over. So I resigned myself to a day of humiliation, and decided to just do as they wished without any question.
“Ok. I suppose I might as well make my way to the bedroom?”
“No my dear. Stenn has a new idea for you.”
Oh god! What ever can he have thought of to humiliate me more than yesterday? Because that seemed to be his turn-on. I didn’t get the impression that the sex was important to him, he just liked being dominant and humiliating me.
“Well aren’t you going to ask what the idea is?”
“I assumed you were going to tell me whether I asked or not.”

Then Stenn spoke up. Usually he’d shown his deference to his boss, by keeping quiet while he’d been talking.
“Don’t you get disrespectful again you slut. I thought we’d taught you yesterday who was in charge around here.”
He had a way of making a simple statement sound like it was a threat to slaughter or mutilate you. My feeling of ‘Oh God!’ was now more one of ‘Oh Shit!’
“I promise I wasn’t being cheeky, I just meant I was waiting for you to tell me what you wanted me to do.”

Johan took the lead again, and Stenn thankfully backed-off.
“See Stenn, there was no need for that kind of attitude. Our little Camilla is going to do us all proud today.”
Then turning to me.
“Aren’t you my dear?”
“Yes. I’ll do what ever you want.”
“I think you meant – Yes Master.”
“I’m sorry Master. Yes Master.”

“See we have an obedient little whore who will do our bidding. Ok slut, run up them stairs, and fetch your husband’s camera, and be quick about it.”
I didn’t want them to take any more pictures, especially with my Göran’s camera. But I’d decided to get through the day by cooperating, so like the obedient little slut I was, I scampered up, and returned in seconds with the camera.
“Good girl, I’ll have that. Now before we go outside, I think we’ll all go and do what your husband asked. We’ll spend our first break in the house with you. Come-on then lads we’ll take our dirty old work trousers off, and leave them in the Kitchen where we left our boots.”

“But what if anyone calls to visit me?”
“Well it was your husbands request we kept you company, and he wouldn’t want our old clothes mucking up your lovely posh furniture.”
They were all soon seated along our big leather settee, in our back lounge overlooking the garden. All three of them had boxer shorts on, that were lowered to give me access to their dicks. I was about to kneel on the floor, to start working on them.
“Get stripped off first, and don’t rush. Put some music on, and let’s see you move your body.”
We can all think that we’re good movers on a crowded dance floor, with a few drinks bending the mind. But being asked to dance about at 8:00 in the morning, stripping my clothes off as I go, with three men watching while they work on their rampant dicks, this was not going to work however hard I tried.
I put the music on, I danced about, I stripped naked, and then I danced some more. But I didn’t feel sexy, and it was fairly obviously not doing that much for them.

“Ok slut you can stop dancing. Get yourself down here and get your mouth working on our dicks.”
“Hang-on boss, you’ve let Stenn try his idea out, what about me getting her to do mine?”
“Yours? I didn’t know your brain had ideas. I thought you were all brawn and no brain.”
“That’s not fair boss I pull my weight.”
“Well we know you pull your plonker. But go on then Einstein, lets all hear what your idea is before I agree to it.”

“Well you know the sun-trap?”
Now before I carry on with the rest of their conversation, maybe a little more explanation is required. We are lucky in that our garden is not overlooked from either side, and we have two meter high fences that are lined with seven meter high trees that can’t be seen through. But as the garden is fairly narrow, the sun can’t actually get down into the garden for sunbathing until mid-morning. So my wonderful Göran had designed a sun-trap on the roof of our garage. That was what these men were doing, reinforcing the garage roof, and building a stair case along the side wall of the garage. Then to prevent prying eyes, and to stop the north wind, they were erecting a high wall on the other side of the garage. This gave me a raised sun deck that would catch the first-rays of the morning sun without the trees causing a shaded area. And the high wall that was behind me would give total privacy. So when Loather said you know the sun-trap, it was this new present of mine he was referring to.

“Well you know the sun-trap?”
“We ought to, that’s what we’ve been building these last few days.”
“Well wouldn’t it be good to have her out there in the open air? Maybe lying on her sun bed reading us one of those stories, while we take her in all kinds of positions.”
“I like it. I think the boy has been using his head for once. I know once she starts reading that filth, that she goes crazy. And once she's got going, we’ll be able to do what we want with her. But we’ve still got this job to finish, so we'd better give ourselves an hour as a limit.”
“But boss, surely we haven’t got that much more to do to finish the job. Can't we just bang her till we’re whacked out?”
“Sorry Stenn. We’ll have one hour, then I want you both to get back to work. If as you say we haven’t got much more to do, then as far as I’m concerned, once the jobs in the bag, you can bang her until you see her husband’s car pulling onto the drive. I know that would give you a kick, seeing her greeting her husband, knowing your cum was still oozing from her cunt.”

“Ok boss. But I bet we’re finished before 12:00.”
“Well that gives you all afternoon to bang her in what ever way you want.”
All this talk went on, and not once was my consent asked for. So the men all removed their boxer shorts, and they walked me out into my garden. All four of us only had our shoes on, and this was only because of the rough stones in the garden path. They walked me up the new staircase that they’d built on the side of our garage, and then we were up high in the air on the roof. I have to admit, that apart from the bizarre circumstances, it felt so good up here. Only 8:15, but the sun had been warming this little area up for at least two hours. And with the wall giving protection from the slight breeze, there really was no need for any clothes. Well not to keep you warm anyway.

So enough of how good it felt, I was up here to be fucked by three men, and even though you maybe can’t call it rape, it certainly wasn’t voluntary. Someone spread out a large inflatable mattress, and I was helped into the middle where I lay myself down on my back. I was given the pages of the story.
“Shall I start from where we got to yesterday?”
“No. start from the beginning, Stenn and Loather won’t know what’s going on.”
Stenn butted in.
“I don’t suppose it will matter, I’ve read these kind of stories before, and they’re just descriptions of fucking, so she can start wherever she wants as far as I'm concerned.”
Then to my surprise, and contrary to his description of the story yesterday, Johan replied.
“No I think this story is better if you hear it from the beginning, its kind of good the way she gets reeled-in, I took it home and read it in bed last night.”
“What ever you say boss. All I want to do is get stuck into that cunt again, well, and maybe her arse.”

So I started reading, and this felt very strange. Being out doors, and reading aloud. The position we were in up here on the roof was well out of ear-shot of anyone, unless you really screamed very loud. So as I read, Johan was sucking one of my nipples, Loather the other. My legs were spread wide, and Stenn was working around my crotch. Well as you can imagine, the story, and the attention my body was getting, in moments my body had started to react. And of-course once my body started reacting, my morals went completely.

I’m not sure if it was having to read the rude words in the story out aloud, that changed my attitude, but when it got to the part of the story where Lady Virginia felt the first man pushing his dick into her, I shocked myself.
“Stenn. Fuck me Stenn.”
“You what!”
“Now Stenn. Please Stenn fuck me now. Quick.”
“Fucking hell she’s hot today. Ok little lady, you asked for it.”

He climbed in between my legs, and rammed his big hard dick up me as hard as he could.
“Fuck me Stenn. Make me have it. Fuck me hard.”
Well Stenn rammed me for all he was worth; I couldn’t read the story any more, because I’d lost all my concentration. Then to my surprise, I heard the story being read, it was Johan. Loather was still sucking my nipples; he’d taken them both over, going from one to the other. Now as he read, Johan lifted one of his legs astride my head, and leaned forwards. He could now place the pages on the floor, while he pushed his dick towards my mouth. This was wonderful; hearing someone else read the story, while being well and truly fucked, sucking a dick, and having my nipples worked on. Well as Stenn started showing signs of reaching his climax, I knew I’d be ready to join him. So as he started shooting, I let my cunt have its head, I didn’t just release the reigns and let it go, I was thrashing it with my whip. Well metaphorically, anyway. In other words I threw all caution to the winds, and became the slut my body wanted me to be.

They all took turns fucking both my cunt and arse, and I was a more than willing participant. This session lasted the hour as Johan had said, and during this time they had me into position that I didn’t even know sex was possible in. I know I came more times in this one session than I’ve cum in the last month. All of the men came repeatedly, and I’m sure even they lost count. But I guess when they re-tell the event to their buddies, they’ll make up a suitable high number of times. So now as Johan rallied his men together to continue with the job in hand, I gathered my mattress, and made my way back to the house to have a shower.

I removed the cover from the mattress, and put it in to wash while I took myself of to get my shower. Once I was refreshed and re-dressed, I came down stairs feeling wonderful. Then as I saw the CD’s that Johan had left on the kitchen table, it hit me again. Not only were there three CD’s for me to put yesterdays pictures on, there was also my Göran’s camera, which contained the pictures they’d taken of today’s session. Why, if this is so wicked, which I’m sure it is, then why do I enjoy doing it so much? If my priest could have seen me this morning, or my fellow choir members, what would they think of me? But enough of this guilt, if I don’t get these pictures burnt to disc, I could end up having one of this lot telling my Göran about me.

So off I go, and before long there are three CD’s with high resolution pictures of me performing sex acts of every description, with the three men. Once these are burnt, I erase them from Göran’s camera, and from my hard drive, not forgetting to empty the trash can.

I was just making my way to the kitchen with the CD’s when I hear someone at the front door.
“Hi Lena, come-on in. I wasn’t expecting to see you today.”
It was a friend of mine, a neighbour Lena Bella. A nice girl; but full of herself, and a real flirt. If men are about Lena plays the vamp, and always ends up the centre of attraction.
“I thought this sun deck of yours would be finished by now, and as it’s a sunny day, I thought I’d come and help you try it out.”
“Well you’re welcome to try it out, but they’re still working out there.”

And with that we both looked out into the garden. The only one of the three men to put all his clothes back on was Johan. Stenn and Loather were working away, still dressed in only boots and boxer shorts.
“God Camilla. Is that all the clothes your builders wear?”
“Well in a way it Göran’s fault. He asked them to spend their break time in the house with me. I stupidly told him I was bored being on my own. So when they came in this morning, they took off their work clothes, to save my furniture. But as it was sunny, it looks like two of them didn’t bother to put their old stuff back on. But at least they’re decent.”
“I’ll say they’re decent. That young one looks more than just decent, he looks good enough to eat.”

“Oh Lena. You’re wicked.”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t been tempted to go out there and molest him?”
“Don’t be so silly. They’re working. And you know I’ve got my Göran.”
“You might have Göran, but he’s not here, and they are. Working or not, I’m gonna’ go out there and see if I can divert their attention.”
With that she started stripping her dress off.
“You can’t be serious Lena.”
“Don’t worry; I’ve got my bikini on under this.”
“Thank god, for a moment I thought you were going out in just your knickers.”
“Well are you gonna’ put your costume on and join me?”
“Oh I guess so; the sun mattress is in the kitchen I’ve just put a new cover on it. I’ll go and get changed, are you going to wait for me?”

“No I think I’ll take a walk out there on my own, see if they notice me.”
“Oh they’ll notice you in that bikini; it doesn’t leave much to the imagination. There’s the phone, I’ll have to get that first, once I’ve got changed I’ll join you. Remember, behave yourself, you’re almost naked, and you don’t even know those guys.”
“Don’t worry, all men are the same, I’ll have them eating out of my hand by the time you come out.”
I remember thinking, if you’re not careful, they’ll be eating your cunt, never mind your hand. Well I answered the phone, it was the school; my little boy wasn’t feeling well. They didn’t want me to fetch him yet, they were just pre-warning me, to make sure I’d be in if they needed me.

So upstairs I went, and was soon changed into a nice one piece swimming costume, the last thing I needed was for the men to get the idea they could mess around with me while Lena was here. As I got to my kitchen I glanced out of the window, only to see Loather and Stenn, one either side of Lena, giving her a double fucking, whilst standing on the garage roof! Well like I said, it was bad enough them having sex with me, but I didn't want Lena to know about what they’d been doing. So I decided my best plan of action was to stop indoors until they’d finished fucking her, and she hopefully returned. I watched and waited, they turned her around, swapping from back to front. And eventually after about fifteen minutes, their jerking movements told me they’d soon be finished.

Lena was lowered to the mattress, where she lay for a good five minutes, but I saw Johan making gestures, and I guess he was telling them to both get back to work. This they did, leaving Lena to recover on her own. As I saw Lena picking herself up to her feet, and making her way down the staircase, I decided I’d make my way outside. She’d reached the bottom of the staircase by the time our eyes met.

“Lena. Are you alright?”
“God Camilla. Where have you been?”
“Sorry I got tied up on the phone, it was the school. Are you ok? You look like you've just run a marathon.”
“Let me get in the house, and I’ll tell you. It’s your bloody builders.”
I turned around and walked back to the house with her.
“My builders. Why what have they done.”
“Me! That’s what they’ve done. They raped me!”
Now this wasn’t the answer I wanted, if she had been raped, and we got the police involved, god only knows what the workmen might say about me to defend themselves.
“Surely not? You must have done something to encourage them?”

By now we were back indoors, and I’d poured her a stiff drink.
“Now tell me what happened.”
“Well I carried that air bed out, and as I got to the garage, I asked the younger one of them if he’d like to carry it up the stairs for me, and put it on the roof. The older one was already up there doing some job or other. Well as he climbed the steps, I walked up along side him, and put my hands around him, you know, just stroking his chest.”
“Why on earth did you do that? I told you to be careful; you’re not exactly dressed like a nun. You might know you’d be giving him ideas.”
“Well yes, but I never expected that he’d rape me.”

“So what happened?”
“Well as he was putting the mattress down, he just brought one arm around me, and rolled me down onto the mattress.”
“And then he got on top of you?”
“Well not straight away.”
“Go on then, what happened next?”
“Well, as he rolled me over to the mattress, I just grabbed onto what ever I could to stop myself falling. I didn’t mean to pull his shorts down.”
“Oh Lena! You pulled his shorts off?”
“Not on purpose. I just grabbed to save myself.”
“So who’ll believe that? So I guess once you’d pulled his shorts off, he pulled your bikini bottom off?”

“It all happened so quickly. As his shorts came down, his great big dick sprang out. Then from nowhere the other man appeared, and in seconds I was naked. They were all over me. I kept saying no. but they didn’t stop.”
“Well really Lena, did you expect them to?”
“I guess not. But you promise you won’t tell my Christer?”
“Don’t be silly, you know I won’t say a word. But are you alright?”
“Yes. It wasn’t that they hurt me; I guess it was quite pleasurable really. It was just them being in control, and not knowing who was watching.”
“Well no need to worry about that, which is why we picked that spot to sun bathe, it's totally secluded. And the builders won't dare say a word, not if as you say you were telling them no.”
“I think I’ll go home and get a shower, my Christer finishes early on a Friday, and I want to be refreshed before he comes home.”
“Ok bye for now, come around one day over the weekend, and we'll sunbathe together then.”
“Ok will do, bye for now”

So now she was gone, all I could think, which I know is very selfish, is, at least she’s held up the work, so they won’t have so much time to have sex with me. Well lunch time arrived, and they all packed up work, and made their way to the house. I asked them what they had been doing to my friend, but I got the story from a different angle. Like she said, she’d asked Loather to carry the air mattress up the stairs for her, which he said he did. But according to him, all the way up the steps, she’d been stroking his dick with her hand on the outside of his shorts. So by the time he got onto the roof, he said his dick was ready for her. Then while he was placing the mattress down, he says, she just stood there and lowered his shorts. So he said it would have been impolite not to have obliged her. Well who do you believe? I guess it doesn’t really matter who was telling the truth, the result was the same, and like I said, it had held up the building work, so they still hadn’t finished.

Now at this point, Stenn told me to sit on his knee. I thought.
“Oh god, here we go again.”
“Hold-up there Stenn. I said we’ll have no more playing about until this jobs finished. You and Loather have already put the job behind by larking around with that other trollop earlier on.”
So I looked like I’d be safe until the job was done.
“Have you done those photos for us?”
“Yes there’s three CD’s on the kitchen table.”
Well the rest of this break went without incident, and when it was over, they all trooped out to the Garden.

Then as they started work, an idea struck me. I ran out to the garage where Johan was working.
“Here’s the CD’s. I’ve just had a phone call from school; my little boy has been taken ill. I'll have to dash; I’ll lock the house when I go. I’ll get back as soon as I can, but if you’re gone by the time I get back, promise you won’t tell anyone about what you found on my PC.”
“Go on my dear. Playing around is one thing, but your children come first. And rest assured, your secret is safe with me. Hope everything is ok with your little boy. Take care.”

Well with that I was gone, straight around to one of my friends. When I got there, I phoned the school, to give them the phone number where I was in case they really did need to contact me. I waited until I knew my Göran would be on his way back from work before I made my way back home. The builder's truck was already gone, and I pulled into our drive about five minutes before Göran. This was the end to what had been a long two days. I didn’t contact the English author for about a week, as I felt so guilty. But then one day, I decided I’d just email him, to see how he was. Well he sent me another story, and I resumed my conversations with him via emails, as if the two days of hell had never happened.

After about three weeks, I'd just started to put the whole event out of my mind, it was early evening, there was a phone call, and Göran answered it.
“Camilla, it’s a man for you, I don't recognise his voice."
I took the phone, never dreaming it would be anything out of the ordinary.
“Hello, Camilla speaking.”
“Hello slut, remember me? You still owe me a fuck.”
I guess I turned white, but for a second or two I was stunned. Then as I stood there in silence, I had Göran asking me something, while Stenn was questioning me on the phone.
“What’s wrong dear? Who is it?”
“Cat got your tongue?”
“Err. It’s no one dear.”
“But you’ve gone all pale, you look terrified.”
“Oh sorry darling. It's just some bad news; a friend’s dog has died.”

Then from the phone Stenn spoke up.
“Now I wonder why you’ve got dogs on your mind, I bet you’ve been drooling over them dirty stories again.”
“Well who is it?”
“It’s just someone from work, but she’s too upset, that’s why her husband has rung me.”
“Ok, but what is he ringing you for, surely there’s nothing you can do to help.”
Stenn spoke up again.
“Tell him she wants you to go around to see her now, while he handles getting the dog to the vet. Then you can come and fuck me.”
“No I couldn’t possibly come out now.”
“What do they want you to do?”
“Oh it’s ok; he just wanted me to go around. She’s upset, and he wanted me to go and sit with her while he takes the dog to the vet. But I told him it’s too late for me to go out now.”
“You go. Your friend needs you. I'll look after everything here.”
“If you don’t come now, I’ll put a copy of this CD in the post to your husband.”

My mind was racing, here was Stenn threatening me, and me telling lies, like I did it for a living. And my lovely Göran was as usual, being caring and considerate.
“Meet me in ten minutes, in the car park of the Holiday Inn. Don’t be late, other wise I’ll be sending this CD, or at least a copy of it.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind if I go?”
“Don’t be silly, if your friend needs you, you go now. I’ll wait up for you.”
“I’ll get back as soon as I can. But there really is no need to wait up.”
“Well I’ll wait up all the same. Now you get yourself off, and help your friend out.”

The guilt came flooding back, here I was lying my head off, and going to meet a man to let him fuck me! I got in my car, and I was soon pulling into the car park of the Holiday Inn. As I slowly made my way through the car park, a car parked in one of the bays, flashed his headlights. God; that must be him. My heart sank, I knew I didn’t want to meet this guy, and I’d been getting more and more nervous as I’d travelled along. But now as my fate was sealed, the reality hit me hard. I got out of my car, and locked the door. Then as I walked these last few paces towards his car, my foot steps were getting smaller, and slower. Then as his window slid down, Stenn’s face appeared, revealing his smug grin.

“Come on slut, I haven’t got all fucking night. Get that fucking cunt of yours around to the passenger side.”
I didn’t reply, but now realised that Stenn would be even more brutal in his attitude now he hadn’t got the watchful eye of Johan keeping him in check. I opened the car door, and sat myself down along side him. As I reached back to pull the door closed, I felt his hand forcing its way into my crotch.
“Get that fucking arse forward on the seat, and spread your legs so I can get at your cunt.”
I did as he’d ordered, and as I slid forwards, his fingers went in past the side of my panties, and up my hole. With the door now shut, I lay back on the seat, legs wide open, with Stenn ramming away into me with his fingers.

“Get your fucking cunt over into the back, and get stripped off.”
There were no niceties like please or thank you, just cruel orders barked sharply. I did as ordered, and within seconds he was climbing into the back to join me. He hadn’t stripped, just undone his belt and lowered his trousers.
I lay back naked and opened wide, and he was soon fucking me like he hadn’t got a second to loose. And indeed, he was cuming up inside me before I’d even started to get relaxed.

“Right bitch, you can get yourself dressed now.”
I’d thought ahead, and brought tissues with me in my bag, so I was soon cleaned-up and dressed. Then as I was about to pull on the door handle to let myself out I said.
“Ok you’ve had what you wanted. Can I have the CD back now?”
“Back! Are you joking? I’m keeping that; it will give me many nights of good jacking-off material. Hey what do you think you’re doing?”
I’d pulled the door handle, but he must have had some kind of child locks on, as it had no effect at all.
“I was going back home, I’ve done what you wanted.”

“You’re going where I take you; I haven’t finished with you yet.”
“But please. I’ve let you make love to me. My Göran is waiting up for me.”
As he started the engine, and the car drove off down the road at great speed, he said.
"He’ll have a long wait then, wont he?”
“Please I’m begging you, my children might need me.”
“They don’t need a fucking dirty bitch like you; you’re going where you can make better use of your talents.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“You’ll soon find out, now shut your fucking face, or I’ll have to gag you.”

I sat in silence, watching the roads flash by, as we drove off into the darkness on roads I didn’t recognise. We travelled for about thirty minutes. Then the car slowed and pulled into a roadside pullover, and stopped right behind a big Mercedes car. All the doors opened on the car, and in the pool of light from our headlights, I saw four men approaching us. One was only a small man, who looked quite old, but the other three were massive, like bodyguards.
“Ok bitch, this is the end of the line. When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it straight away or I’ll fucking beat the shit out of you. You understand me?”
I was too terrified to speak; I just sat there trembling and nodded.
“I asked you a fucking question bitch. Do you fucking understand me?”
“Y Y Yes. I I’m sorry.”

With that he jumped from his door, and went to greet the men as they came level with his car. He shook the hand of the old man, who by the body language of everyone out there, it was obvious was the man in control. He then pointed to the back of the car, and walked up and pulled one of the back doors open.
“Get out.”
I climbed out, and stood there trembling, with all eyes upon me.

The old man, who I later found out was called Hans, spoke first.
“Let’s see her tits.”
Stenn spun around, and looking directly in my face he said.
“You heard the man.”
I just started unbuttoning my blouse, and then lifted my bra to show my breasts to the assembled group of men.
“Yeh, they’re ok. Spin her around, and get her to bend down and show me her goodies.”
Again I got the look from Stenn, and I instantly turned around. Put my hands up my skirt, dropped my panties and stepped out of them. Then I lifted the hem of my skirt up to my waist. And spread my legs wide open as I bent down. All this without Stenn saying a word.

I felt someone, I guess Hans, spreading my pussy lips open, and probing with at least two fingers. He probed my pussy for about twenty seconds, and then pulled out, and started pushing one of his fingers up my bottom.
“Yes, she’ll do. $10,000 wasn’t it?”
“You agreed to pay $20,000.”
“Well. Now I’m saying ten. Unless you want to argue the point with my friends back here?”
And with that he pulled his finger from my bottom, and I stood up in time to see him gesturing to the three big bodyguards standing behind him.

Stenn looked gutted as he took the money from the outstretched hand. But he realised he wasn’t in a good bargaining position.
“Ok take the fucking bitch; she’s getting fucking sloppy anyway.”
Suddenly the man gripped the money before it left his hand. Stenn gave a tug to try to retrieve it, but as the man nodded his head, two big men lurched forwards, and pinned Stenn back against his car, gripping his wrists as they pulled him away. Hans was stood there in front of him, money still in hand.

“So you think she’s getting sloppy, and you were still going to charge me the full price for her? Tie him down.”
These men didn’t need to be told how to do this; it was obviously something they’d done many times before. They’d produced a rope from their car, and in less than a minute Stenn was tied by his wrists to his door mirrors, laying face down over the bonnet (hood) of his car.

“Right my dear, I’m sure you have cause to want to get even with this man?”
I was just stood there, still petrified, and I had no idea how to respond to his question.
“I I don’t know.”
“Why are you stupid? Or are you just retarded?”
“N N No. I just want to go home to my children.”
“But my dear, surely you realise he's just sold you to me?”
“Well I guess so, but I need to get home as soon as you’ve done what you want to me.”
“You don’t get it, do you? You’re coming with me. If you do good, and men like you, I’ll keep you in a hotel. But if you do turn out to be a sloppy old hag, or you don’t please men clients, then you’ll end up walking the streets, and living in a brothel until I can sell you on.”

I burst into tears, and couldn't get the words to make a sentence.
“Sob. Please. Sob. My babies. Sob. My husband. Sob. God no. Sob. Sob. I beg you. Please.”
“Carry on like that, and I’ll sell you on tonight. Get your fucking self together or you’ll only be fit for dog fucking vids.”
“Please I beg you. Sob.”
“If you don’t want to end up making dog fuck movies, you’d better stop that crying.”
“S Sorry. Sniff. I won’t cry. I promise.”

“Ok get over there and take his belt from his pants.”
I didn’t know what this was leading to, but I went to Stenn, reached under his belly, and undid his buckle, then pulled his belt from his trousers.
“Pull his pants off.”
I unzipped his pants and started pulling them down.
“And his boxers. I want to see his bare arse.”
I reached back up to the waist band of his shorts, and pulled them down, collecting the trousers on the way. As soon as I’d got them from his feet, the bodyguards moved in, taking an ankle each, and tying him with legs spread wide apart.

“Ok my dear. This is your initiation test. Get it right, and you’ll sleep in a hotel bed. Fuck-up, and you’ll spend the night in the car boot (trunk), and by this time tomorrow, you’ll have made your first dog-porn movie. Do you understand me?”
I was terrified, and would have done what ever he told me to.
“Yes.”
“Yes master.”
“Yes Master.”

“Good. Take his belt, and thrash him as hard as you can, if you don’t make wheals on his flesh, I’ll have my lads demonstrate on your own arse, so make it good.”
I took hold of the belt doubled it over in my hand, and lashed across his bare bottom as hard as I could. He flinched, and his buttocks clenched as the belt cracked down on his flesh.
“That was good. Keep going until I tell you to stop.”
I kept on thrashing, but my arm soon got weak, and after about ten lashes, he said.
“Ok that will do.”

Then as I turned to look towards Hans, he handed me a big rubber dildo.
“Ok girl, I want to see this going right up his arse.”
Now I hated Stenn, but I knew that there was no way I could force a dry, un-lubricated dildo of this size up inside him.
“Have you got anything to lubricate it?”
“Force it up, make the bastard squeal.”

I didn’t think this was a man to argue with, so I took it across to his bottom, and pushed it at his hole. No way was it going to go up there without some kind of lubrication.
“If you don’t get it up, you’re sleeping in my boot and fucking dogs tomorrow.”
I pushed as hard as I could, but it just folded over in my hands.
“Use some common sense my girl. Either stick your tongue up his arse, or stick the dildo up your cunt to wet it.”

He was of-course right, but neither of these options appealed to me. His look told me I hadn’t got long to make up my mind, so not liking the thought of licking his bottom; I squatted with my knees apart, and eased the big dildo up inside myself. I’d soon got it going up to full length inside me, and my juices were really flowing. Quicker than I’d expected, and more than usual. All I can think is I was excited by having an audience.

Very soon I was pulling the now slimy wet dildo from between my thighs, and as I pushed at his bottom, it entered.
“Good girl. Now keep spitting on it as you push it up him.”
Now although I’d used the juices from my pussy to lubricate the dildo, I hadn’t done this to make it easier for Stenn. After all I owed him no favours; it was his fault I was here in the first place. So as I followed instructions and rammed this big dildo in and out of his bottom, Stenn was thrashing about against his bonds, and hating every moment. Whereas, I was now getting some kind of perverted pleasure making him suffer, and providing I could get the dildo to force its way in, I was forgetting about spitting on it. How long I fucked his bottom for I don’t know, but I began to realise that Hans was talking to me.

“Ok. Ok that’ll do. I think you’ve earned your hotel bed. You can stop now.”
I pulled the dildo out and turned to give it back to Hans.
“I don’t want it. Go on have one last stab at him. Ram it up, and we’ll leave him out here.”
I pushed the big dildo up him once more, forcing it in to full depth. Then I leaned my mouth down towards his head.
“I hope that fucking hurt you. I hate you for what you've done to me.”
Then I turned to Hans.
“Please master, can I just collect my bag from his car?”
“Ok. Be quick.”

I dashed back into his car, collected my bag, and searched furiously around his car hoping to find the CD.
“Come-on. If you’re not out here in two seconds, you’ll be sorry.”
I’d just about given up any hope of finding it, when as I was about to shut the door, I saw it lying in the door pocket. I picked it out, and lay it on the sill of the door, so when I slammed the door shut, it crushed the CD. Well at least that had got rid of Stenn’s blackmail hold over me. I dashed to where Hans was stood waiting for me.

“Its only 12:30, I think we can take you to see some friends of mine, then you can show me if you’re gonna be worth the money you just cost me. Oh I forgot, in the end, I got you for nothing, so I guess even if I have to sell you on for dog meat, you’ve got to be worth the cost of the petrol.”
He ushered me into the back of his car, and as he followed me in he barked an order to the driver.
“To Klein’s place.”

As we sped our way along the road, he asked.
“Have you done anal?”
“Yes master.”
“Good you remembered. Have you done double penetration?”
“Yes master.”
“Have you fucked with an animal?”
“No master.”
“Will you lick my arse for me?”
“Yes master. Do you want me to do it now master?”
“No. But so far you’ve got top marks. You are a bit old, and you’ve had children, but if you make the effort, and try hard, I’m sure I can make use of you for at least a couple of years. But don’t forget, the first time I get a bad report from one of my clients, I’m selling you on for dog meat.”

He then used his cell phone to call Klein, the man he was taking me to meet. After about twenty minutes or so, the car pulled up in the drive to a big house. We all got out, and I followed along at his side like an obedient little dog. When a man appeared at the door, Hans and he exchanged greetings, as old friends do. Then Hans turned around and gesturing towards me he said.
“Here she is, I’ll leave her with you for the night, and I’ll send someone around tomorrow to pick her up. Be on your guard though, she's new, and I don’t know if she can be trusted. Give me a call sometime tomorrow and tell me what you thought of her. Bye till I see you again.”
Then he turned again to me.
“Well go on then, get yourself inside.”
With that he turned around and was gone.

The door shut, and the man who was in his forties, and only about my height, put his arm around my shoulder, and walked me down the long hallway. He took me into a small room and he sat himself on a chair.

“Ok my dear. The rules of this game are that you are my daughter. And you’ve been sent home from boarding school, for misbehaving. So first, get yourself undressed, and into the clothes in that wardrobe. They are all school uniforms in there, of various sizes. When you are dressed, and don’t take to long about it, come and join me and my guests in the lounge. You’ll find it if you turn left out of this door, and knock on the third door you come to. Don’t be silly and try to leave the house, the guard dogs don’t ask questions. They’ll just rip you to shreds. Any questions before I go?”
“Do I call you daddy when I come into the room?”
“Yes my dear. What is your name?"
"Camilla."
"Very nice, ok, I’ll call you Millie. Now don’t be long.”

He left the room, and I quickly stripped off and found which size of uniform fitted me. In less than five minutes I was knocking on the third door along the big long hallway.
“Come in.”
I opened the door; it was a large room, with six men seated around a circular table. The table was a sturdy wooden one, lined in green baize; the men were obviously in the middle of a game of cards. The man who’d brought me into the house, walked across to meet me.
“Well gentlemen, it looks like my errant daughter has eventually arrived. Late as usual, aren’t you Millie?”
I just tried to answer with what I thought he’d want to hear.
“Sorry daddy.”

“I’ll bet you are now! Getting yourself expelled from the most expensive school in the country, and only a month into the start of the year. Right my dear, all of my friends here have donated money to sponsor your education, so I think they’ll all want to be involved in your punishment. You’d consider that fair wouldn’t you my dear?”
“Yes daddy.”
“Right gentlemen; are we all in favour of suspending the game, and sorting out this delinquent daughter of mine?”
They all had their own remarks to make, but there were no dissenting voices. On the contrary, they looked like they couldn’t wait a second to get at me. The cards were soon packed away, and the table top was folded up. It was a very strange table and within a few seconds it unfolded, now in a very different guise. The top was still circular, but now it was black leather covered. Hanging down from the table top on my side were two wooden arms that didn’t quite reach the floor. On the far side, built into the table top, were two leather straps, positioned about a metre apart.

My attention was suddenly diverted from the preparation of the table, back to ‘daddy’.
“So what is it going to be? Six of the best on your bare bottom, we’ll each have one slap.”
“I know I deserve it daddy, but please don’t make me take my knickers down.”
I knew they would, but I counted on this line exciting them, and maybe earning me some credits.
“NOT TAKE YOUR KNICKERS DOWN! You cheeky little bitch. For that, I think we’ll make it two slaps each. Now come over here.”

He walked backwards and sat down, leading me behind him by the hand. His chair was pushed away from the table, but still facing it. I was turned, so that I stood in between him and the table with my back to him, facing the table. The men around the table turned the table top, so that I was stood exactly in the mid position between the two wooden arms that were hanging down from the table.
“Lean forwards, and stretch your arms across the table.”
I did as he’d ordered, and two men the other side of the table took hold of my wrists. Whilst they pulled hard, stretching me to reach the restraining straps, two more men proceeded to tighten the straps around my wrists. These straps were then tensioned with a mechanism built into the table top. The tensioning of these straps on my wrists pulled me across the table pinning my groin to the table’s edge.

I felt daddy lifting the hem of my school tunic and pulling it up over my back. Then his hands were on the waist band of my knickers, and he was very slowly drawing them down over my bottom, down my legs and eventually off my feet. As soon as they left my feet, he snapped out an order.
“Spread your legs.”
Once again I instantly complied with his orders, opening my legs as wide as I could. But being pinned to the table’s edge, it meant my feet were now clear of the floor. A man at either side of ‘daddy’ took hold of my ankles, and pulled hard. Then I realised what the two wooden arms were that hung down from the table. Each ankle was placed into a strap that was fixed to the end of each of these arms. Then like my wrists had been, these arms were tensioned with a built-in mechanism. This pulling, not only stretched me wider, but hurt me at the top of my legs, forcing me to let out a slight.
“Yelp!”

Then daddy’s hand touched my left leg, just about knee height, on the inside. Just that touch was enough; I felt my pussy start throbbing. God, I knew that no matter how much pain they inflicted, this was going to make me cum, and I felt an anticipation I can’t explain. Gone all the fear, guilt, and trepidation. From now on I knew my wicked inner slut was in control of my body.
“Oh daddy no. Please daddy, don’t rub your hand any higher.”
“You cheeky little bitch.”
“SLAP”
His hand cracked across my inner thigh at stocking top height.
“Oh daddy no. You might catch my twinkle if you slap me up there.”

As expected his next slap was square across my pussy. But instead of a loud Slap sound, maybe because my pussy flesh is not hard and flat or because it was already wet and dripping or a combination of both, but the sound was more of a squelching noise like hitting a puddle. But the sting was still real, and so was my reaction. I let out another loud.
“Yelp.”

“Ok, let’s see whose next.”
Then someone must have operated some kind of trigger, because the table slowly started to revolve. Not spinning at high speed, just slowly turning by itself, like I was a kebab, and they were the hot gas burners. But unlike a kebab, this spit roast had six of them burning into my pussy with their eyes as I slowly rotated around in front of them. Then without anyone touching anything, it stopped. As I was facing a different man, I knew who ever it was that would be dealing out punishment to my pussy, it wouldn’t be daddy, but I couldn’t see who it would be. Then the man I was facing stood up, and unclipped the section of the table that my chin was resting on, and removed it. So now not only was my pussy exposed for the man behind me to use as he saw fit. But it was also possible for this man in front of me to present his dick directly to my mouth, which he immediately did. I’d opened my mouth, and was just about to take his dick, when a massive slap landed squarely across my pussy. And soft flesh or not, this one landed with a.
“Crack.”

It was a good job for the man in front, that I hadn’t already got his dick in my mouth; otherwise I might have bitten it off! As it was I let out another loud.
“Yelp.”
Then the dick forced its way into my mouth, and he started fucking my face. Then the second blow struck my pussy, and I gagged as I almost swallowed his dick. As the third slap made contact, a bleeping noise started.
“Ok lads, time to change.”
And the man with the dick in my mouth, pulled it free as quickly as he’d put it in. Then the table started rotating again, stopping almost immediately. My face had passed only two men. I assumed from this, that this table was some kind of very sophisticated device especially designed for this kind of sexual punishment.

Once again the man in front got to his feet, and a dick was entering my mouth. But this time, I’d just started sucking when I felt the man behind me rubbing my inner thigh gently. This instantly brought a flood of juices from my pussy, and I sucked the dick in my mouth as hard as I could. The man stood in front reacted by forcing his dick at my throat, and I took it without any sign of gagging. Then the man behind me started pulling the lips of my pussy open, and I felt what must have been his tongue flicking my clit. I wanted fucking but I knew this would not be the reaction they wanted from me, so I tried reversing the request.
“Daddy. Please stop him. Don’t let him fuck me.”

As I’d expected, daddy lapped this up, and said to the man.
“Go-on give the bitch a good poking.”
I didn’t have to wait long; the tongue left my pussy, but was soon replaced with a big bell-end of a dick probing for my hole. Once it found the slippery valley that led to my pussy, it just forced its way inside until his hips contacted my bottom. Then he fucked away, with slow leisurely strokes. But shit! The bleeping noise started again, and the dicks from both my mouth and pussy both slipped out as the table started rotating once again.

This was so frustrating, they’d no sooner start getting me going before they’d be pulling out. Then the next two men would be coming in. But I’d never know if my pussy was going to receive a hot hard dick, or a cold painful slap. They carried on this treatment for over an hour, making a joke of my reaction as I bounced between pain and pleasure. Eventually, after they’d all cum several times, in my mouth, pussy and arse, they let loose my bonds, and I was allowed to fall to the floor, where I curled up in a ball.

I’d only been laid there for less than a minute, when I felt, first a cold wet nose, as he sniffed around my bottom, then a warm tongue, as he started licking all around my exposed wet crotch. I instantly straightened my legs and turned onto my back.
“GET OFF.”
I shouted at the big black Doberman that was now probing, again using his nose.
“HEY BITCH. DON’T YOU SHOUT AT MY DOG! He lives here, you’re just a slave.”
I’d now sat up, and was using my hands to try and fend-off the dogs probing, as he pushed his head hard down into my inner thighs.
“DO I HAVE TO PUNISH YOU OR WHAT? GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY DOG. And if he wants to eat your fucking twat, you get your legs open.”

I knew these men would only force me if I resisted, and I’d probably get a beating as well, so reluctantly, I took my hands away.
“That’s better; now get your legs open.”
I slowly laid myself back down, and let my legs fall open, not wide, but enough for the dog to get his tongue into my crotch. I lay motionless, with tears bleeding from the corners of my eyes, my hands cupping my face to hide my shame. But my beastly bodily instincts were to pour more shame upon me. I was suddenly aware that I’d drawn my knees up and wider apart. Moreover, my hips were lifting, giving the impression that I was enjoying his attention. I made a mental effort to stop my humping, but although I managed to close my legs slightly, my efforts were futile. My humping steadily increased as the dogs probing got deeper, and I let my legs fall wide following an instinctive reaction.

By now all the men were either standing or kneeling around me in a circle.
Their comments were all inferring what a slut I was, and how much I loved the dog’s attention. But hate their words as much as I did, I guess they were right, I was now in full flow, humping up and down violently. Not I hasten to add, to prevent the dogs access, but to enhance the pleasure the dog was giving me.

“Milli my dear, lets have you on your hands and knees. It will feel more natural for Boston to lick his bitch when she’s the right way up.”
With this gently spoken request I was given lots of helping hands to assist me, and I was soon on my hands and knees, with Boston (as I now knew was the dogs name), licking as though we hadn’t been interrupted. My humping, was now somewhat different, I was now more pushing my pussy back towards him. I’d forgotten all about being ashamed, and the tears had gone. I know it’s hard to believe now, but at the time, I was genuinely surprised by the next event.

Boston stopped licking, and my first reaction was to turn my head to see why. But before I’d had chance to focus my eyes to where I thought Boston was, I felt his chest landing on my back, with his great long legs hanging down either side of my bust gripping inwards. I hadn’t time to react in any way, before what seemed like an attack from every quarter at once, was launched upon my body. As Boston tried to grip me tight by hooking his legs around my chest, a man either side had took hold of each knee, holding it still. Another man had grabbed my shoulders. And Boston’s dick was stabbing wildly all around the tops of my legs and crotch area.

I did feign a feeble protest struggle, but in truth, I knew it was pointless. And when Boston’s dick scored a direct hit, it slipped up inside my hole effortlessly. He then proceeded to fuck me in that characteristic frenzied dog way that we are all used to seeing street dogs fuck each other in the scenes from third-world ghettos. His knot was ramming the lips of my pussy, and with every successive push, as my pussy got more excited, it forced itself a little deeper in.  Before he’d been ramming at me for a minute, I felt the massive swollen knot entering my pussy. My pussy lips closed around the base of his dick, locking him firmly inside me. By now his dick must have been swollen to a monster size, because as it pulsed inside me, my tummy was feeling inflated. The humiliation that I’d first felt, now was forgotten, as I now revelled in the emotions this pounding was generating.

All hands had now released me, and it was just me and Boston. When I felt him shooting his load of cum, I reacted with a frenzied jerking action pumping not only Boston’s dick and swollen knot out of my pussy, but flooding a cocktail of my own cum mixed with Boston’s, and the residue from the six men. As I regained my control, I found myself lying back in a ball on the floor; bottom up in the air, with Boston licking deep into my pussy.

I turned over onto my back without having to be told to, and opened my legs to give him unrestricted access. Within a few minutes, Boston was humping all around my body, poking his dick at me from all angles.
“Come-on Milli. You can see he wants another go at you.”
I didn’t wait to be forced; I rolled over onto my hands and knees, and Boston was immediately around behind me, and getting mounted. It still took him a few stabs to find my hole, but once found, he was right in to full depth, knot and all in only a few pumps. This was another frenzied fuck, but as I had cum so many times already tonight, I was taking longer to reach a full blooded orgasm. But Boston shot his load in no time at all and immediately dismounted, turning to face the other way. But my pussy was locked tightly around his knot, and wasn’t going to let it go. So as Boston ran over to get praise from his master, I was dragged behind him, by the base of his dick!

This caused much amusement to all the men; they thought it hilarious, seeing me being dragged around like a rag doll stuck to his arse. Then as I’d hoped his knot was shrinking, he decided he wanted another fuck, and he just turned back around, lifting himself onto my back, and started fucking. He repeated this same humiliation at least four more times, and I began to think, I was locked onto him permanently! But I reasoned with myself, that I’d managed to dismount him the first time, because my pussy had dilated so much when I’d had my orgasm. So I guessed, if I wanted to get his dick out, my quickest method was to assist his fucking, by working on my clit at the same time. I gathered all my resolve and forgot about being humiliated, I just let myself go.

So as he mounted me for another fuck, I reached back in between my own legs, and worked my clit for all I was worth. Then as I saw one of the men was within reach, I took hold of his dick, and encouraged him towards my mouth. So now I had a dog fucking my pussy for all he was worth, my mouth forced down onto a guy’s dick, and my other hand back between my legs, frigging my clit. I let my mind drift to where ever it wanted to go, and I felt my orgasm building. As Boston shot once again, the man in my throat did the same. My pussy exploded again, and this time, as Boston turned around, and trotted away, his dick pulled out with a loud.
“Plop!”

“Well gentlemen, I think we can say the girl’s earned her bed for the night. Come-on then Milli, I’ll take you up to your room.”
With that I was taken to a room, where I was allowed to shower, and then retire to bed. I could see by the bedside clock that it was gone five o’clock, and I lay in bed wondering what my husband would be doing, and if my darling babies were ok. The tears streamed down my face all night as I turn first one way then the other, but try as I might, sleep eluded me, and eventually I saw the dawn breaking through the gap in the curtains.

“Good morning my dear, are we feeling refreshed and ready for a brand new day?”
I turned to face the man that had walked into my room.
“God! Milli, you look like shit! You’d better get your fucking self out of that bed and get tidied up. If Hanns get here to pick you up and he sees you looking like that, he’ll fuck off without you. And then he’ll send the meat wagon out here to pick you up. I can assure you, you won’t like where they take you, or what they’ll be expecting you to do. Now come on before he gets here. You were a good girl last night, so I’ll put a good word in for you. Come-on, lets get you to the bathroom.”

He had his hands on my arm, and was encouraging me to slide out of the bed. I had lost the will to resist, but also, lost any interest in doing anything. It seems now the sexual adrenalin from the night before had worn-off, I was left as an empty shell. I slid from the bed, but just sat sprawled on the floor. Not that I wasn’t able to get up, I just couldn’t see the point in it.
“Come-on Milli, be a good girl, I don’t want to see you getting sold for dog meat. If we get you cleaned-up, and you pop a couple of these pills, by the time Hanns arrives, you’ll look as fresh as a daisy. Come-on and then I’ll tell him how good you were last night. It won’t be such a bad life, you enjoy the fucking, and you’ll get well treated if you give the punters what they want.”

I still lay there, not wanting to move.
“Well fuck you then! It’s your funeral. But he’ll be here in less than half an hour, so you’d better make your mind up quick.”
With that he turned on his heals, and disappeared through the door. I lay there in a heap by the side of the bed. I was no longer sobbing; I just lay there in a kind of motionless trance. Then the door opened again, it was as though no time had passed, but in reality, the hands on the bedside clock had moved a good forty minutes.

“What the fucking hell is wrong with her?”
“Search me. She was great after you left her. And she fucked like a good’n into the early hours. But when I came in this morning, she was like a zombie. I can’t get any kind of reaction from her.”
“Well it’s a good job I didn’t pay good money for her. I haven’t got time to sort her out. Pity though, I was looking forwards to fucking her myself. Still, there’s plenty more out there. I’ll get someone to pick her up later, you can make use of her in the mean time if you want to or if not, you can let your dogs have her, I know they enjoy a good bitch.”
Then he turned around, and they both left the room.

How long I lay there I have no idea, time stood still, it was like my life force had ebbed from my body. Men arrived, I can't remember what they said, and I had no idea who they were. They literally dragged me across the floor, and one of them bundled me onto his shoulder. I was carried outside to a waiting van, and bundled in a heap on the floor in the back. The van started, and I was thrown from side to side as they sped their way to where ever they were taking me. Then the van stopped, and I heard the front doors open, then seconds later the back doors spread wide flooding in the daylight. I was immediately hauled up onto one of the men’s shoulders, and carried indoors. The man stood still in a large hallway, and then I heard a familiar sound. Lift doors? The man stepped forwards, and yes now I could see I was right, he’d carried me into a lift! He turned around, and the lift started going down, very slowly, then the noise again as the doors opened. The man now walked out into what I later found out was a large room, where he tipped me off his shoulder, and I dropped onto a settee. He didn’t speak, he just turn back around, and I heard the lift doors shut, then the sound of the lift disappearing. Then there was an eerie silence. I lay there slumped in a heap not having the will or the inclination to move. I couldn’t cry, I couldn’t sleep, I was in a form of suspended animation.

The lights went out, I have no idea how long I’d been there. The lights came back on, I guessed it must be morning, but I have no recollection of sleeping. I can hear the lift coming down, now the doors open.
“Hey! You! Here’s some food.”
The lift doors close, and the lift rises again, and I’m now back in silence. Time passes, nothing happens, I just want to die.
The lift is coming again, now the doors open.
“What the fuck is the matter with you? You haven’t eaten a thing all day. Here’s your evening meal. If you don’t sort yourself out by tomorrow morning, we’ll be looking to move you on.”
The lift goes back up again, and the silence shouts and screams in my ears. The lights go out; I guess its night time again. It could be hours that have passed, it could be days, I have no idea.

The lights are on again, is it morning already? Still no sleep, just this numb dream world, did I say dream? No I meant nightmare world, no dream could be like this. I am beginning to think I must be already dead; maybe this is what its like to be dead. Maybe you do hear voices when you’re dead. No I’m just going mad. The lift again. I can’t be dead; otherwise I wouldn’t know it was the sound of a lift.
“You! Look at me.”

No I’m not dead; I can feel his rough hand on my shoulder, as he pulls me over to face him. He is a big thick-set man, in need of a shave, and shabbily dressed.
“Slap!”
His hand lands squarely across my face, and it stings like hell. Well I can’t be dead.
“I said look at me you bitch. That’s better. Now why the fucking hell are you acting like this?”
His face was square on in my face, and the foul smell of his breath was another indication that I was still in this world. I stared into his eyes; they were getting madder by the second.

“Slap!”
“I asked you a fucking question. Fucking wake up.”
This is difficult to understand, I never even thought about answering him. I just stared at him in disbelief.
He turned to the man stood next to him.
“She’s fucking flipped. I’m gonna go and ring Helmund, to see if he can find anyone who’ll take her.”
“But what about the filming?”
“She’s not gonna be any good for filming; in fact, I can’t think she’ll even be any good to sell for use in a flesh pit. Who’d pay money to fuck that heap of shit?”

They both left, and I was again on my own in silence. Now I know I said I have no idea of time, but they weren’t gone very long this time, before I heard the doors opening again.
“Well my dear, maybe this will bring you to your senses?”
I didn’t look up.
“Not interested in this news-paper? You should be. Looks like your husband wants you back. Fuck knows why, but he’s posted a 10,000 euro reward for information about your whereabouts.”
It was like someone had flicked a switch on the Hoover, my body burst into life. I was all at once, filled with anticipation, pain, hunger and just about every other emotion you can imagine. I sprung from the lying down position, to being seated, and stretching myself forwards to try to see the news-paper he was holding.

“Let me see, please let me see.”
“Well fuck me! She is alive. Now steady on. You get yourself sat back down there.”
"Please let me see what it says.”
"You sit still; I’ll read the bits you need to know. Looks like he has no idea what has happened to you. The police think you’ve just run-off with a lover by the looks of their statement. But your husband is convinced that someone must be holding you against your will. Well my dear looks like someone believes in you.”
“Please are you going to let me go home?”

“Now why should we do that?”
“Please, I beg you.”
“But we paid good money for you, and even if we claim the reward, we’ll only just break even.”
“But please, my children need me.”
“Well maybe we can strike a bargain?”
“Anything! I’ll do anything, just please send me home.”

“So at last you’re starting to see sense? Maybe we can strike a deal, and if you keep your end of the bargain, you could end up seeing your children again.”
”Please I'm begging you. I’ll do what ever you want, anything at all, just so long as you let me go home to my babies.”
“Ok first things first. There's a bathroom through there, first thing, get yourself cleaned-up, you look a mess, and smell foul. Then I’ll have some food brought down for you, and you make sure you eat it. I’ll also send down something for you to read. We’ll get you smartened-up tomorrow morning, and start filming you tomorrow afternoon. So you read the script for the part you have to play in the filming, because if you fuck-up this chance, you wont get another. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Thank you. I’ll do it real good I promise.”
“Well make sure you do, because I’ll have to lay out money tomorrow to get the actors and film crew in, and that lot doesn’t come cheap.”
“I won’t let you down I promise. Thank you.”

They both left, but now I was somehow on cloud nine, I can’t explain why. Here I was, still in the hands of some kind of unspeakable men, and about to embark on the filming of a porno film. But none of that seemed to matter; all I could think of was that I would now be able to return home to my children and loving husband.

I rushed around as if floating on air; I was even singing to myself while I had my bath! When I came out from having my bath, there was a hot meal waiting for me, which I ate with a ravenous appetite. Then as I settled myself into bed for the night, I picked up the large folder that contained the story-line for the porno film that they wanted me to perform in the next day.

I read the story, and I’m ashamed to say, I even got worked-up whilst reading! In fact I have difficulty in believing this myself, but from about two pages in, I was fingering myself the whole time I was reading. And being as I was alone down here, and the noise of the lift always gave me an advance warning of anyone approaching, I’d thrown the bed covers off, and been laid spread wide open. I lost count of the number of times I cum, but as I was reading for over an hour, I guess it was lots!

Then I put the folder to one side, and started fingering myself with both hands. Within minutes I was searching the room with my eyes, not moving from the bed, but looking to see if there were any objects that I could use to insert inside my pussy. Then my gaze focused on a hair-brush. This was soon clasped in my hand, and the handle was gliding across my clit as it slid up inside my pussy. I had now got myself worked into so much of a frenzy, I heard the noise of the lift, but seemed almost unable to react to it.

When I did eventually come to my senses, I only had time to throw the brush to one side, but not time to cover myself up before the lift doors swished open. Then two men walked briskly forwards, one either side of the bed. I was struggling to gather-up the sheets to attempt to cover myself from their gaze. But they both dragged the sheets from my grasp, leaving me naked on the bed.

“Well my dear, now we’ve definitely seen a different side of your personality. You really enjoyed reading that story. Didn’t you?”
“I I just read it because you told me I need to get it right tomorrow.”
“Don’t give me that crap. You were going at it like a thing possessed.”
“No honest. I’m only laid here without the covers on because I was hot.”
“I’ll say you were hot! You were fucking hot, we’ve been watching you. Didn’t you realise this place is wired with cameras everywhere. We’ve been watching your every move since you got here. Mind you, up until today, you haven’t been doing much moving. But you’ve made-up for that tonight.”

At that they both started removing their belts, and their jeans were soon thrown to one side with their boxer shorts. It was obvious I was going to get a fucking, and besides, I was at a very high state of arousal already. It was pointless resisting, as they could easily overpower me. And I also wanted to keep on the right side of this man to make sure he didn’t go back on his agreement to let me go home. So with all this in mind, I took hold of both dicks, and did the best job I could manage.

First I had one in each hand, stroking up the length of their shafts to get them both fully hard. But what had started as a task I needed to do to achieve my release, rapidly became a pleasurable experience. They both started to work on opposite ends of my body. I had one man stroking and kissing my legs, while the other was massaging my breasts. While the guy was working on my breasts, sucking and tweaking my nipples, I worked furiously away with his dick. The man on my legs now had me spread wide, and was using both hands, and his tongue to work on both my pussy and arse. I had already been aroused by reading the story, and all my activity with the handle of the hair brush, but now I was in full slut mode. I had no shame or inhibitions; all I wanted was sexual pleasure. And at this point in time, it didn’t matter who or what supplied it!

They both took full advantage of my wanton behaviour, and they both cum several times, in all of my holes. I also had many orgasms, a couple of which were quite spectacular. But they did eventually run out of steam, and about 1 o’clock, they left, and I curled up in bed, and drifted off to sleep. I was re-awakened at eight in the morning, when one of the guys brought my breakfast. This I ate as though I’d not eaten for days, which I suppose isn’t surprising, as I hadn’t had very much to eat over the last few days.

After breakfast I spent the first hour getting myself ready, and by ten o’clock a hairdresser/beautician had arrived. I was pampered and preened for about an hour and a half, then given the clothes I was to wear for the filming. So by twelve o’clock I was upstairs and ready to be introduced to the men that had arrived to either perform with me in the film, or were involved in the actual making of it. There was about twenty plus men, and two big black dogs.

As I’d already read the story that was to be the basis of the film, I wasn’t surprised to see the dogs. But although I’d already been made to have sex with dogs, seeing these dogs here, and knowing I would be filmed having sex with them, it did make me feel a little nervous. So do I tell you what the story line is, or just tell you what happened?

I’m going for the latter; I’ll tell you what happened, some of which was part of the story and filmed, some of which just took place because that’s the way things went. And maybe even that was filmed as well, but probably for their own private use.

The film had eight men, me, and two dogs. One man was my husband, one my father, and two were acting as my brothers. Then there were four robbers. The two dogs were supposedly my fathers guard dogs, and they were let loose in the garden, but immediately returned to the glass patio doors where they spent all their time with their faces slobbering against the glass until they were eventually let back in at the end of the filming. There was one more person, a baby. Not a real one thank god, just a doll well wrapped-up, that was laid in a carrier/car seat.

The film started with me and my husband arriving at the house, my husband carrying the baby in its car seat, and as the door is opened we are ushered in at knife point. It was then obvious that a robbery was in progress, and my father was refusing to open his safe. They immediately turn their attention to my baby, threatening her with a knife. My father of-course starts to cooperate, and the money is removed from the safe, and bagged-up.

Then my husband makes a grab for one man, taking his knife and putting it to his throat. One of the others grabs the baby, and puts a knife to it. My husband has no choice but to drop his knife. He is dragged across the room, and his arms stretched out wide and bound to a shaft of a brush. He is now unable to use his arms, as they are held in a crucifix position. A ball gag is forced in his mouth, and he is stripped. Now they force him to his hands and knees where he is held while he is raped.

Next my father is told to expose my tits. He of-course feigns reluctance, but a quick threat to the babies life, soon sees my tits on show. Now they are naked, and he is told to suck on them. The guy fucking my husband has shot his load up inside him, and has now pulled out. My husband is turned over, so now laid on his back he can see my father sucking on my tits. One of my brothers is told to suck my husband’s dick, he at first refuses, but when my baby’s life is once again threatened he gets on his hands and knees, and takes my husbands dick in his mouth. My other brother is now told to put his hands up my skirt, and he is soon inside my knickers, probing my pussy. I am told to suck the other brother’s dick; this is the brother who is on the floor sucking my husband. Then my skirt and knickers are removed, and my father lays on the floor. I am told to mount him, and I’m soon astride him, sliding his hard long dick up into my pussy. The brother that has been fingering me, mounts me from behind, sliding his dick up my arse.

So we all fuck away, until my husband, who is being sucked off by my brother, starts cuming. They all change positions, and gradually each of the Robbers join in, only one of them at a time, the others acting-out the part of knife attacking robbers. They all fuck me in every hole possible, and I have cum sprayed over me from head to toe. The action lasts for over an hour, and I cum many times. Then as they’ve all spent their last juices, I’m left to relax on the settee, where I lie down with my legs sprawled wide open.

One of the robbers goes up to the big glass patio doors, where the two big Doberman guard dogs have been going wild to get in to protect their master (my Father).
“Hey don’t open those doors. Those dogs will rip us to shreds,” says one of the burglars.
Continuing to open the doors, the other man replies,
“I don’t think they will. They’ve got a more important task on their mind.”
As the doors open, in rush the dogs, and they both push their noses up into my crotch. I have no option but to open my legs as wide as I can, so they can both get their tongues in at the same time. They lick me wildly for about five minutes, and their dicks are swollen out of their sheaths.

“Ok bitch, get yourself into position, the dogs can't wait any longer,” snaps the man who’d opened the doors to let the dogs in.
I did as he ordered, and the first dog mounted me, stabbing wildly with his dick. Which was soon into my pussy, and forcing his knot hard up to my lips. It only took a few determined thrusts before the knot eased itself inside, locking his bitch firmly to him. Now he fucked with a frenzy, and he had cum his first load within less than a minute. He hopped from my back, and was facing away from me, but still firmly attached.

Now the other dog tried to mount at the same time, much to the amusement of all the men. But the first dog was having none of it, and he re-mounted, and started another frenzied fucking session. In all I think he shot about six loads of cum up me before he eventually yielded to the second dog. This second dog was very much a repeat of the first, fucking, and then dismounting, with me still attached. Then after a short breather, he’d re-mount and fuck again. This dog session lasted nearly an hour, both dogs having three separate sessions at me, each session having multiple fucks.

But eventually, the director said,
“Ok boys, that's a wrap.”
With that the filming was over. But not my fucking! I was told to go and get cleaned up, and to make a good job of washing out my pussy. This I did, thinking my days work, and my time as a whore was over. When I came back down, smelling fresh and sweet, and neatly dressed, I could hardly believe the reaction. The whole crew, some twelve or more men, now wanted their turn!

Well I knew I had to go along with it, so I just thought, this will be the last time this happens, so I might as well make sure I don’t up-set anyone. It was two hours later, before they were eventually all exhausted. And now at this point I was told I could get cleaned up again, and I’d be allowed to go to bed.
“But why can't you just take me straight home once I get cleaned up?”
“It’s not that easy. We have to have the film edited and see the first rushes, if everything is ok, then you can go home.”
“But how long will that take?”
“Don’t worry your pretty little cunt about things that don’t concern you. We’ll let you go when we’re ready, and if you ask again, you won’t be going home at all.”

With that I kept silent, and made my way to get myself cleaned up feeling very dejected. Once I'd finished, I was put in the lift, and taken back down to the cellar. I went to bed, feeling very let down, and wondering if I would ever get to see my Husband and children again. When I was awoken in the morning by the man bringing my breakfast, I decided, that the only way I would get through this was to think positive. So I took my breakfast and acted as pleasant as I could.

The man had also brought me some clothes to put on. Well I say clothes, but it was really just a sex outfit. The full bondage gear, in leather. After breakfast I had a bath, and put the gear on. I looked disgusting, leather bra with holes that let my nipples show through. The so called leather knickers were no better; they were like separate holsters for each leg, leaving my crotch fully exposed. There were belts and buckles in every direction. The only saving grace was the big long black leather coat, which nearly reached the floor, and gave me a superficial look of respectability.

It was now ten in the morning, and I was being escorted up in the lift, dressed as a BDSM slave, obviously to perform sexual favours for some man, or men. As I said earlier, I’d decided to be positive, so I was prepared to go along with this treatment until they got confirmation the film we’d just done was ok. But from then on, I expected to be sent home. I wanted to ask how long it would be before they heard about the film, but I knew this only got them up-set, and the last thing I wanted was to spoil my chances of release.

Nobody told me where they were taking me; they just escorted me out of the house into a car. I thought it’s a good job they gave me this coat. We travelled for some miles, until I recognise the outskirts of the city. I was now only a few miles from my house. My heart leapt into my throat, and I almost started crying.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Snapped one of the men.
“Are you taking me home?”
What on earth made me say that? They wouldn’t be taking me home dressed like this.
“Home? You know we’re not doing that until we get the film rushes.”
“No. I mean yes. I’m sorry. It’s just. Nothing, I’m sorry. I’ll be alright in a moment.”
I was having real difficulty stringing words together to make a cohesive sentence.
“You’d better be. We’ll be arriving at the punter's place soon.”

The car pulled up at the doors to an underground garage, the driver opened his window, and spoke into an intercom. The doors opened, and in we went. The car parked, and the men got out of the front, and came and opened my door. They escorted me to a lift, and we were soon walking down a plush carpeted hallway. They knocked on the door.
“Come in,”

We entered, and I stared around in disbelief, the room was every bit like a medieval dungeon. Chains, ropes, weird contraptions, right down to the cold damp looking stone walls. Even the floor was rough cobble stones, all uneven and slippery to walk on, especially in high healed boots! Stood around, dressed in old leather chain-male costumes were about ten men. And over in one corner were the film crew that I recognised from yesterday, all twelve of them.
“Well gentlemen, here she is. Make use of her as you will. We’ll be back to collect what's left of her when you give us a call. Ha ha. Enjoy yourselves.”
And with that the two men who’d brought me, turned and left.

I have never been into BDSM, even just reading the stories or looking at pictures turns me off, so standing here, and not really knowing what these men were going to do, I began to get very frightened.
“Ok you can take that coat off now.”
Said one man. I won’t try to describe who said what, as I have no idea who any of these men were. And anyway, most of who said what is now a blur.
I removed my coat, and stood there, nipples standing proud through the holes in the bra. I’m not sure if I was sexually aroused, or they were erect through fear.

“Come-on bitch, get yourself over here, and spread your legs so we can see your cunt.”
His tone was very demanding, and he held a long leather whip in his right hand. I dashed to where he was beckoning me to stand; it was a circular table top, about a metre across, only a centimetre or two off the ground. As I stood there, legs stretched wide to either edge of this table top, it started revolving slowly around. This was reminiscent of the revolving table the other men had me lashed to last week, except this time I was standing up. The men all stood in a circle around me, most had whips of one kind or another, and they were now starting to bring them into play.

They started gently, or at least most of the men did, more stroking than whipping my flesh with the tassels of their whips. But one man was particularly sadistic, and his lashes were definitely not meant to arouse, he was intent on causing pain, and he was succeeding. I flinched every time one of his blows made contact with my flesh. I must admit, the attention I was receiving from the others was starting to have an effect, and I could feel myself getting aroused.

As I said, not all of the men had whips, some of them were just stroking my flesh, and you can guess which areas they were concentrating on. But now a couple of them had strange clips, like giant spring loaded clothes-pegs. And they were toying with me, pulling my flesh into these clips, and then slowly letting the clip grip my flesh as they pulled them off me. This hurt, but in a strange way was also arousing me. In fact, this whole thing, the contrast of some men being gentle, and some deliberately brutal, was really getting me aroused.

Now the men with the clips were starting to pull flesh into them, and letting the clips snap shut on my flesh, which really was causing pain, enough to make me wince. Other men were undoing buckles, and my clothes such as they were, were coming off. Soon I was naked, and they walked me across to a swing. This swing hadn’t got a flat seat as normal, just a round pole, held up by two ropes. As they sat me on it, they slid me backwards, so that I slipped off the back, the pole stopping under the backs of my knees. My knees were pulled apart, and tied with ropes to the suspending rope at the ends of the poles, pulling my legs wide open. My wrist were tied into loops on the suspending ropes, so I was now slumped down, my open pussy on full show, and my tits hanging over the front of the pole. Some of the men were still running their whips gently across my naked flesh. The sadistic guy was whipping at any exposed pink flesh he could see. But most of them were now into attaching clips onto my flesh.

This was as I’d expected from seeing photos, very painful, but weirdly arousing. Now the suspending ropes of the swing were pulled, raising the pole, hence me higher. They stopped when my pussy was at about the average dick height of most of the men. One man approached me, and started easing his dick up my hole. Once he was in, he held his hands on the pole, and swung it back and forwards, fucking me on and off his big hard dick. This brought about such strong arousal, that it temporarily blocked out the pain the other men were inflicting. This first man pulled his dick out, and stood there shooting his cum up at my torso, some reached my face, but most landed on my tummy and tits.

Now two more men approached, and one eased himself up my arse from behind me, and then when he was fully in, the other one pushed at my pussy from the front. These men positioned themselves, so that they could push the swing back and forth, alternately pushing a dick up one hole and then the other. This again got my adrenalin flowing, and even though the men were now starting to stab needles into my flesh, once the initial sting of the piercing was over, the fucking I was getting was somehow dulling the pain. Now both these men pulled out, and stood facing me while they shot their cum at my face.

Next I was untied, and now I was feeling pain from just about every part of my body, I had clips and needles all over me. As they lowered me to the floor, I had difficulty walking. They half dragged me to a small table, where they laid me face down. Then without warning, I felt the violent lash of a leather whip.
“Crack!”
If I’d thought that man was being sadistic before with his whip, then I was much mistaken. Comparatively, he had just been tickling me.
“Crack!”
And again.
“Crack!”
The pain was like nothing I’d ever experienced, as the lashes rained down across my back and bottom. They didn’t stop, and although I didn’t look around, I could somehow tell it wasn’t just one man doing it. I went past tears, and blacked out.

When I did come back to my senses, I was spread-eagled across a man who was laid on his back on the floor. He was stuck deep up my pussy, and another man was on my back, fucking my arse. They weren’t bothered whether I was conscious or not, all they wanted was a hole to fuck! Both these men shot their cum up inside me, but I was in no state to react to them. Then as they pulled out, two more men lifted me, and lay me on my back on the table I’d just been whipped on.

The men were stood all around looking at my naked body, then I saw two men either side with whips! A cold shiver ran down my spine as all the other men backed-off to give them room. Somehow seeing the men, and knowing when the blows would strike seemed worse. And I felt more vulnerable being on my back, with my tender under body exposed. But I guess this is what gave them their pleasure, because they now took it in turns to flail my breasts and tummy with their whips, cutting my flesh and the red blood splashed everywhere. Once again, I went from tears to screams, and then to blacking-out within a very short time.

And once again I came to my senses being fucked; but this time, there was a man fucking my mouth, one in my arse, and two more trying to force their dicks up my pussy. Although I was now conscious, I didn’t make it obvious, I laid like a lump of dead meat, letting them abuse me. This is when I was really horrified!

All the pain, all the abuse, all the mutilation, was as nothing when I heard what the men were saying. Exact words I can’t remember, but it was something like.
“She’s an awesome bitch. I thought I heard that they couldn’t get her to cooperate, and they were going to dump her?”
“Yeh. She freaked out. And they couldn't do a thing with her, but they tried the old carrot, and she fell for it.”
“What’s that then?”
“They told her that her husband had posted a reward, and that if she behaved herself, and fucked well for the filming, they'd let her go home, and they'd collect the reward instead of having her.”
“And has he?”
“Has he fuck! Well come to think of it, he might have done for all I know. But who the fuck cares, so long as she thinks he has, she’ll do as she’s told. And they’ve got one film in the bag, and she’s well on her way to being trained.”
“So she doesn’t know its all shit?”
“No. They’ll string her along for a few weeks, making as much money as possible out of her. This film today will be worth a bomb. I’ll bet just the two films over the last two days will have more than cleared her cost.”
“So what if she turns into a zombie again?”
“She’ll be so used to fucking sessions by the time she realises, that it’ll only take a few beatings to get her fucking again. If not they'll just slit her throat, and dump her.”
“Seems a shame. She was a pretty little thing before we marked her up.”
“She’s only a fucking whore; this is all she’s any good for. Hang on, looks like she’s coming around.”

I’m sure you can imagine how hard this hit me, I felt like screaming and lashing out. But I knew it would achieve nothing. I had to make my mind up what I was going to do. I could resign myself to this life of debauchery, but no, there was no way that I could live like this. I could retreat back into my shell, like before, and just be a zombie. In fact this was nearly what happened, without it being a conscious decision. But from somewhere deep inside, my love for my husband and children gave me the determination to fight this. But how? My abuse carried on, and I just let them do as they wanted without any resistance. All I could think was that I need to turn the tables. But how I had no idea.

I endured their depraved amusement for about another thirty minutes, before the last man decided he’d had enough, at which point the filming stopped. I was then fucked by most of the film crew, which must have taken the best part of an hour. Then the two men arrived to take me back to my place of imprisonment. They had to carry or part drag me to the car, with my arms draped around both their shoulders. I was pushed into the back of the car, where I flaked out across the back seat. The doors were closed, and off they sped.

“The fucking traffic in this bloody city is getting beyond a joke.”
Said the driver.
“You can’t expect any different at this time in the afternoon, its rush-hour. All these hard working people are going home from a hard days work.”
Replied the other man sarcastically.
The car was stop start, stop start all the time, and I was getting jostled back and forwards on the seat.

“Shit. Fucking red light.”
The car stopped suddenly throwing me to the floor. I picked myself up, and in doing so, I caught a glance of the traffic around us. We were stopped at a red light, at the front of the queue of cars, in the middle of three lanes of traffic. Then I suddenly had an idea, I knew the rear doors couldn’t be opened from the inside of the car. But I also knew that the rear windows would operate from the controls on the rear door, or at least, they did on the way here this morning.

The lights changed to green, I hit the window down button, as the car moved off. As soon as the gap was big enough, my arm was out of the window, and the rear door release button pressed. Then with the car beginning to pick-up speed, I rolled myself out of the door. I hit the road, and the gravel surface burned into my skin as it ripped through the leather coat. There was a screeching of car tyres as the car I’d rolled out in front of swerved and skidded to a halt, missing my head by inches. I looked up and could see the car I’d just jumped from had stopped some fifty metres up the road. The driver jumped out, and was about to run back. But at that point, the occupants of the car that had nearly run me over, both dashed to see how I was. Obviously on the driver seeing these other men at my side, he’d just given me up as a bad job, got back in his car, and the car shot off into the distance.

The men were of-course amazed to see my naked and mutilated body that was now exposed due to the fragile nature of the fashion leather coat. But I guess, even a fashion leather coat must have given me some protection from the road. I was soon in hospital, with police at my bedside. And within the hour, my beloved Göran had his arms gently wrapped around me. The tears flowed all night long, especially when Göran left at about ten, to go home and look after our children. They kept me in overnight, but I was released the next day.

What did the police say? Well as I told them that I’d lost my memory, and could tell them nothing, there was little they could say. Göran was just happy to have me home, and he nursed me back to health. He never ask any questions, he said if I ever was able, and wanted to tell him, he would listen, but he’d never push me.

Well that’s my story told. No I lie. That wasn’t quite the end, some two months later; the police arrived at our house. They told us to be prepared for a shock. They then put a video on. It was me, the first film, including the dog fucking. They said they had to tell us, the film was available on the internet. It was impossible for them to track it down, or prevent its sale. So they said be prepared just in-case anyone recognises you, and either makes comments, or propositions you, thinking you are a tart. My Göran was so sympathetic to me, and never once said anything bad about what he'd seen me do in that film.

The police left, and it was some months before anything relating to this emerged. Still this is another story, maybe I’ll tell this story some other time.

Thanks for reading, and please feel free to email me at Lord_John_Thomas@hotmail.com
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The incident I want to narrate happened about 4 years back. We had moved to the town only some 6 months back from the firm's Bombay office. We, being from Bombay, understood only a little of the local language, but could not speak it properly. Our house was a good 20-25 minutes from our offices. Being new in the city, my husband always used to send the car along with the driver to drop and receive me from my office. Being an inspection officer my husband used to travel a lot within the state. During those days I used to travel by auto-rickshaw (A 3- wheeler cab). My daughter who was 14 then, went to school with her friend in her car. It was Christmas Eve. My daughter, Kim, had gone to Bombay to my parents' place as her school was closed. My husband had to go to another town about 200 kilometers away for an inspection. So I had to travel by auto-rickshaw.

It was around closing time in the office when I got the news that the auto-rickshaw union had gone on a sudden strike. So I enquired about the bus number with a peon and went to the bus stop. Unfortunately for me the only friend I had in the office, Tina Patel was on a leave. So I had to travel alone to my house in a bus. Being used to the buses in Bombay I found the buses here too dirty and too bad to travel in. I had never traveled by a bus since moving to this town. As I waited for the bus, I had to leave 5 buses, as they were packed to the hilt. But due to that it was almost 5:30 and I was at the bus stop for more than an hour. It was getting dark and cold. So I decided to get into the next bus, no matter what the crowd was. As it turned out the next bus was really more crowded than a few I had left. There were men hanging off the door. I was the only one to get into the bus. Looking at me the men in the doorway got down to let me in. I saw a few of them checking me out. As I got into the bus with great difficulty I felt a few bodies brush against mine. I accidentally brushed against the crotch of an elderly man standing near the door. As I lost my balance slightly, my hand got caught a bit of his kurta also.

‘ What am I doing!' I said to myself, as I mumbled a sorry to the person.

As I walked ahead, I felt a few hands brush against my thighs and my ass. Luckily for me, a couple of ladies accommodated me between them in one of the rows of standees. The bus was really packed with two rows of standees. The bus was in a very bad condition. There were only a couple of lights at the two doors, and the bus was running at a snail's pace. The speed at which the bus was running, I knew the usual 20-minute journey would take me 30- 35 minutes at least. As I tried to look around in the bus, it seemed as if we were the only three women in the overcrowded bus. As I rested my hip on a seat handle to my right, I accidentally rested on a hand. So I stood upright again and looked down to apologize to the person. As it was getting dark I could not see his face clearly. But the person looked at me in the eye and grinned widely. It was clear that he enjoyed the feel of my ass. Even as I was looking at him, he nudged his partner and whispered something in his ears. The other person too looked at me and then both seemed to look at my breasts under the sari. I tried to turn away slightly, but could not do so as I was standing in one row between the two women and a boy who looked in his teens on my left in the other row. Just at that time, the woman standing behind me got down at the next stop. The lady in front was a young girl of about 20-22. The dress she wore indicated that she was from a lower middle class background. She was at least 5-6 inches shorter than me and very skinny. As I turned around to see who was now standing behind me, it was the same man whom I had brushed accidentally at the door.

As the bus ran slowly, I felt a hand on my ass. It was definitely the same guys' wrist on my ass.

‘I did it accidentally, so can he', I thought.

But as time passed, the wrist stayed there, and if anything pressed against my ass-cheek. I looked back with some difficulty at the same person. He looked back at me plainly as if nothing was going on.

‘ I'll have to bear this for some time', I said to myself.

But with no further resistance from me, the hand turned around and now his palms were on my ass. Staying that way for some time, the hand started moving slowly all over my asscheeks. I gripped the vertical bar firmly with my right hand as my left hand held my purse tightly. Soon the person had both his hands squeezing and massaging my rear. I looked around with the hope that someone would stop my harassment. But as I looked to my left, the kid standing in the adjacent row was looking the in the other direction. As I turned my head right, the two men were still staring at my exposed belly and blouse-covered boobsintently. Just then, the person started tracing my panty with his fingers. This made me close

my eyes, as I remembered my husband. This made the two sitting horny men looking at me

to see what was happening to me. The little hope I had disappeared when the two men

looked at the hands running along my panty-lines, and started giggling.

‘ God help me!' I screamed in my head.

But deep down I knew I was trapped. I knew most men in the bus would be the same as the

ones sitting beside me to my right. So I slowly nudged at the girl standing in front of me not

bothering to ask for help from the man next to me. She turned around with some difficulty. I

looked at her in the eyes. My eyes were moist looking at her. I turned my eyes pointing

towards the man behind me. She got the message I wanted her to know. But to my shock,

she turned around and even moved forward slightly, distancing herself from me. I knew she

did not want to get involved in this. As I was wearing a chiffon sari, the man could easily

grip my panty elastic over my ass cheeks with 3 fingers of each hand. I cursed myself for

wearing a bikini panty that day. Because of this, as he pulled my panty elastic upwards, it

caused the small fabric to bunch up in my ass-crack. Now I was as good as naked under my

petticoat for his hands. He frenetically massaged my bare ass for some time.

‘ Hey, what about the guy standing next to this bastard?", I thought.

I

turned my head and looked at the guy. As my luck turned out, it was a blind man. Just then

I gasped softly with shock as the man put his bare hands on my bare waist from both sides.

This drew the attention of the man standing beside me. His response was to smile and move

slightly in my direction, further cramping me for room between him and the guys sitting

beside me. My grip on the handle tightened as the palms started running over my flat belly.

Very soon he was circling my belly button. I kept as much a straight face as possible. My

heart skipped a beat when he ran his fingers along the waistline of my sari.

‘ Please don't do that, the whole sari would come off if he tries to enter my petticoat', I

pleaded silently.

Thankfully he too changed his mind. But soon I knew he was headed for the place every

Indian man dies for. Very soon his hands were palming my breasts. To make it worse, I felt

some twitching between my legs. I was definitely getting wet. My body was doing exactly

the opposite of what my mind was thinking. As the man squeezed and mauled my boobs, I

felt a third hand on my right thigh. I looked down. To my shock, it was the man sitting on

my right. He had his hand running up and down my thigh and the other hand seemed to be

moving rhythmically. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized it was his erect dick in

his hand. Indeed he and his partner were masturbating looking at me. I looked away from the

two men to see the man to my left watching intently. He seemed to be some kind of a

voyeur.

I felt a relief as the hands on my breasts moved down slightly. But they came back again

searching for my nipples over the blouse. As his thumb and first two fingers started pinching

my nipples, making them hard and taut. He pinched my nipples so hard that I had to bite my

lips to stop from screaming. Tears rolled on my cheeks due to the pain, and at the same time

I felt my juices flowing inside my vagina. The bastard tried to outrage me further by trying

to slip the sari off my shoulders. But thankfully, I had the sari pinned to my shoulder. At the

same time, the shagging man put his hand on my ankle and started to pull up my sari.

‘Why couldn't I wear a dress today' I cursed myself.

He pulled up my sari and the petticoat to expose my legs up to just above my knees. I

thanked my luck for he didn't go further. But my happiness was short lived, as I did not

realize that although he did not pull up my sari, his hands had different plans. The man

behind me grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back. This made me lose my balance as I

lost the grip of the handle I was holding. As my entire weight fell on him, I felt his erection

on my ass. He seemed really hard. He was about the same height as me. He now smelled my

hair with deep breaths. He caught my long hair and swung it forward. By now the sitting

person had his hand under the sari on my bare inner thigh. His hand moved upwards,

reaching centimeters from my crotch. He stuck up his middle finger and brushed my slit over

the panty. This made me weak in my knees and I also lost my grip on my purse, making it

fall to the floor.

‘ He will know now that I am wet and will get encouraged further', I thought.

I looked in his direction sneakily. He definitely had felt my wetness, as he held my sari with

the other hand and brought the finger that had probed me to his nose. A wide grin appeared

on his face. He looked at me and blew me a kiss and said something to his partner, pointing

to his wet finger. And he then looked back to the man behind me and showed him the finger.

As some light fell on his finger, even I could see it glistening with my juices. Seeing what

this guy was showing him, the man behind me brought his face to my ears and whispered,

"So I see you like to be handled by strangers in public." I moved my head sideways

indicating a no. But I knew my body liked it. The man nudged the man sitting to my right

with his erect tool in one hand, and signaled something that I could not see. Then he did the

same to the kid standing on my left.

‘What the hell are these guys planning?' I thought.

I did not have to wait long. The two men on my sides started to lift up my sari from both

sides. Very quickly it was pulled up to my thighs. I could feel the cold wind on my wet

crotch. Next they tugged a couple of fingers in the thin elastic of my bikini panty and started

to tug it down. Soon it was around my ankles. The kid to my left kept holding my sari it it's

raised position and the guy sitting to my right nudged my leg to be raised. It was like my

heart was totally out of my control. I lifted each leg one by one, letting him pick up my

panty. I looked at the guy. He took it to his face and took a deep breath, and again started to

rub his tool. His partner then did the same and then gave it to the man standing behind me.

He had by now palmed my crotch over the sari with his left hand. He took my bikini panty

with his right hand.

"See how wet you are", he said, bringing my underwear to my face. It was soaking wet.

‘What is happening to me', I said to myself.

B

y now, the men to my sides had raised my sari almost up to my crotch. I couldn't believe

that nobody in the bus knew what was happening. I had lost track of time. I did not know

where the bus had reached. Very few people had got down. Everybody seemed to be going

to the last stop. The man behind me now took charge of holding up my sari. He loosened his

grip over my crotch, and then raised my sari all the way up to my waist. He then put his bare

hands on my lower abdomen just below where my petticoat was tied. I could feel the cold

wind hitting against my bare cunt. The kid standing to my left had started to caress my

thighs. At the same time, the man to my right brought his left hand to my pussy. He pulled

apart my cunt lips with two fingers and pushed in his middle finger. A gasp escaped my

mouth and my head fell back on the shoulder of the man behind me. To add to my

excitement and humiliation, the man behind me stretched out his middle finger of the hand

holding up my sari and started to nudge my clit.

‘I am going to cum this way, between these strangers', I thought.

As my pussy was being probed, the man to my left took my left hand and put it on his hardon

over his pants. Seeing this the man on my right hold of my right hand. So I looked to find

what he wanted from my hand. My fingers were now touching his swollen cock head. So it

was clear to me that he wanted me to shag him. He took my hand and placed it around his

throbbing member and then placed his own right hand over mine. He then started to

frantically shag it. Before I could realize what was happening, he released his load, which

trickled down on my wrists. The guy then took my hand and brought it ot my mouth. I

involuntarily stuck out my tongue and licked his cum off my wrist. By now I was very close

to an orgasm. The man behind me kept flicking my clit slowly nudging me closer and closer

to a climax. His other hand was now expertly opening my blouse hooks on the front. It did

not take him too much time to open all six hooks and open up my blouse fully. As the blouse

opened under the sari, the man ran his thumb along the edge of my bra-cup along my

cleavage. And this was followed by him tucking his thumb inside me left bra-cup and pull it

aside and bunch it on the side. Soon he exposed my other boob also. My nipples were hard. I

was being stripped naked in the middle of this crowded bus and I was hesitantly liking it.

"Time to get down babe", said the man behind me.

I

did not know where he wanted me to get down, but I didn't ask. I was got down with the

two men behind me. Surprisingly the two sitting men didn't follow us. When I got down

with my blouse still open and bra pushed aside. When I looked around I realized that I had

missed my stop by a couple of stops. I was at a stop in a lonely lane about 10 minutes from

my house. I remembered asking my husband once why this stop was placed here, as I had

never seen anyone getting down or getting into a bus at this stop. It was really cold and we

were the only three people in the lane. The road ran between some land owned by a private

owner and was under litigation. So both sides of the road had walled deserted land. The man

who stood behind me in the bus then pulled me by my hand and took me to an opening in the

wall on one side and the kid followed us eagerly. The area looked to be filled with

overgrown grass. The dew had made the grass wet. The man took me just about 10-15 feet

from the opening in the wall and stopped. He then turned around and faced me. This was the

first time that I got a look at his face. He had a rough shaved look and short hair. He looked

about 40-45 years old and was wearing a kurta pajama. There was a minute of silence, as we

stood there motionless. I turned my head and looked at the kid's face. He was no more than

18 years old. He was staring at my exposed boobs under the sari.

The silence was broken as the man put his hand on my waist and in a flash undid the knot of

the waistband of my petticoat. This made the petticoat and the sari tucked in it fall to the

floor. I was fully nude below my half open blouse. I felt the cold breeze hit my shaven and

wet cunt. The blouse had a part of the sari pinned on the shoulder. This made the thin

material of my sari partially cover my nakedness. I crossed my legs slightly as if it was

going to hide my nudity. Even as I was doing this, the man roughly pulled out the open

blouse off my arms. This made the sari covering my front also to fall to the ground. So now I

was totally in the buff except for my black bra pulled away from my boobs.

" Hey kid, why don't you help me instead of just staring. C'mon now open up her bra hook

and make this bitch fully bare" said the man.

The kid standing behind us touched my bare back with his coarse fingers before leading

them to my bra-strap. He fumbled for more than a minute, before giving up the attempt.

Seeing this the man put his hand inside his pocket and took out a knife, and before I realized

what he was about to do, he put the knife between my skin and my bra and ripped off the

bra-strap between my bra-cups. As the bra too fell to the wet grassy floor, I was left standing

between the two strangers wearing only my sandals, my wristwatch, my earrings and my

mangalsutra (the necklace which all married Indian women wear). The kid behind me started

to squeeze my fleshy butt as I stood with my eyes lowered. I looked in direction of the road

sheepishly. We were barely 10 feet from the road. Anyone passing by could have seen me

naked. So the man in front of me smiled and then started to pull me towards a hut in one

corner of the plot. As it turned out he was the watchman of the land and lived here in the hut.

He opened the hut and pulled me inside. The kid entered the hut and closed the door. The hut

was barely 10 by 15 feet. It had a typical Indian cot made out of coarse ropes, a small

washing area with a translucent curtain for a door, a small fireplace in one corner to cook

food and a cupboard. There was a single light bulb in the hut. The hut was surprisingly

warm.

The man sat on the floor drinking water as he said, " okay young man, you go first. She is all

yours."

These words really brought feelings of humiliation to me. I felt like a cheap whore. But I had

behaved like it allowing these men to strip me. As I was thinking these things, the kid

grabbed me firmly from behind. His hands quickly grabbed my breasts, mauling it wildly.

Just then his hand felt my mangalsutra. He looked down and for the first time realized that I

was married.

" Oh my god. She is married", he gasped. This seemed to turn him on. Almost immediately

his other hand turned around my head and smooched my lips. By now, the Indian wife inside

me had taken a backseat. I was now exactly what they thought of me, a married and cheap

whore. So I responded by opening up my mouth for the eager tongue of the kid. We were

groping at each other's mouths for like a long time. We finally broke our lips when we were

out of breath. He then made me lie down on the coarse bed on my back with my face

hanging down on the other end. I lifted up my head to see the kid removing his clothes. The

other man was watching intently. Very soon the kid was between my legs pushing his hard

dick in my wet and sloppy pussy. As he entered my deep hole, a deep moan escaped my

mouth. I let my head fall back. The kid was thrusting in me rhythmically and at the same

time, his mouth was licking my neck and face and his hands were caressing my breasts. We

would also smooch once in a while. Being so excited, both of us climaxed simultaneously

into a shuddering orgasm. Our bodies were covered in sweat in the warm hut as we

embraced on the cot, trying to recover from the wild session. My back hurt due to my body

being crushed between the weight above me and the coarse ropes of the cot below me.

The kid got up and started to get dressed. Just then, the man got up and came up to the cot

and stared down at my sweaty naked body. " Okay bitch now I'm going to take you in your

ass", he said bluntly. These words were enough to make me horny again. He then turned to

the now dressed kid and said, " I need your help to spread up her ass." He then made me to

fold up my legs and hold them with my knees crushed up against my breasts. This made my

ass and my pussy exposed fully for them. The two guys stood on their knees on either side of

the cot. The man dug his middle finger in my wet cunt and pulled out the wet finger

glistening with my juices. He ran the fingertip from my cunt to my ass-hole. He caressed my

soft back passage entrance, probing his finger inside it not more than half an inch. He again

dipped his finger in my wet cunt for lubrication and this time managed to insert more than

half his finger in my tight ass.

‘ My ass is so tight. If I cannot take his finger, how will I take his penis in my ass. I hope he

is not too long or thick', I thought to myself as I stole a glance at his erection in his pants.

Even as I was thinking this, a wave of current ran through my spine as his middle finger

entered me fully and moved around examining my soft insides. He looked at my face and

then looked at the kid and said; " Now you do the same and get your finger inside with mine

remaining inside". I clutched on to my legs firmly as the second finger violated my back

passage. The two fingers moved in opposite directions, pulling apart my ass-cheeks. My ass

seemed to be loosening up as the man took out his finger to dip two fingers in my cunt. This

time he rammed the two fingers in me. Soon there were six fingers inside my ass. As the two

men removed their fingers, I could see partially how loose my anal opening had become. I

was then made to get up and kneel down beside the cot and bend forward with my hands

holding on to the crisscrossing ropes of the cot and my legs spread. The man kneeled down

behind me and spread my ass cheeks wider. I could feel his hard dick head touching my asscrack.

He pushed his erection in to my pussy and moved it around. He then did the same

with his fingers and lubricated my butt-hole. Then in one big push he rammed his tool in my

rear. I could not believe how easily his tool pushed inside all the way.

‘ This isn't so bad. I can take it in my ass', I thought.

But what I had not realized was that he had some more to push inside me. Now my body

started to feel the pressure of his dick ripping my ass. I started to breathe heavily, clutching

on to the cot firmly. He remained inside my for some time, allowing me to calm down.

When he felt that I was all right, his thrusting started slowly and gathered momentum. His

hands were expertly fondling my breasts and at the same time rubbing my clit. As the first

orgasm rushed through my body, a loud moan escaped my mouth and juices flowed down

my thighs. He waited for my orgasm to subside and then again started the thrusting. " Oooh

yes I'm close", he whispered. Within seconds I felt his warm load filling up my ass. There

was no way that it could come out of my ass. It felt really odd to have his dick go limp while

inside me. He pulled out of me and got up. I remained in the same position drenched in

sweat and totally exhausted. But he was not done. He came to my face and put his limp dick

in my mouth and ordered me to clean it. I licked off the mixture of his semen & my juices

off his organ.

I didn't realize when I dozed off. When I got up I was sleeping naked on the floor. The

owner of the hut was sleeping on the cot, also naked and the kid was nowhere to be seen. I

looked at my watch. It was 5 in the morning. I got up quietly and decided to get out before

he could get up. I looked around for my clothes. Suddenly I realized that I was naked when I

entered the hut. So I sneaked out of the hut totally naked, with my sandals in my hand. It was

still dark outside. This made it difficult for me to search for my clothes. I kept searching for

my clothes for more than half an hour. At the end of it all I could find was my petticoat but

without its string. So I could not even tie it around the waist. I was now naked for more than

10 hours.

‘ That ass hole kid must have taken my clothes as a souvenir', I thought.

S

o I walked back to the hut and entered it quietly. Luckily I found a coat hanging by a nail. I

took the coat and again exited the hut. The woolen coat came up to my knees. But the bad

part was that it had no buttons to close it. So I wore my sandals and held the coat tightly

around my stomach. My house was more than 10 minutes away. I walked quickly all the

way to the house. As soon as I entered the house and slammed the door shut, I rushed to the

bathroom and turned on the shower. I stood under the shower cleaning all the sweat and the

cum on and in my body. I came out of the shower and started to wipe myself looking in the

mirror. I had red marks all over my back and arms due to the coarse ropes of the cot. Though

I had enjoyed it, I was happy that it was over. I got in to the bed and pulled over the

comforter. I took off my wristwatch and my earrings. Just then the horror struck. My

mangalsutra was missing. It was very very important to me. It was a very old piece of

jewellery passed from generation to generation in my husband's family.

And I had forgotten it at that man's house during my wild romp. I had to get it back at any

cost. Any cost?

Sharon is really a hot, good-looking woman and the day she walked into my office, in her tight, short, did I say short? Hell I meant VERY short mini, to interview for a mechanics position I didn't take her very serious. She had attended a well-known trade school for diesel mechanics. Just the thought of her working on semi-tractor trailers, being 5 1/2 feet tall and very slim. Hell her drivers license says she weights 140 pounds but that must have been after she had one of her three children because if she weighs 110 lbs. I would be surprised. It is obviouse that she works out with her very lean body. Sharon has long blonde hair that when her hair is down will cover her rather small breasts that seem to be perfect for her because of the clothes she wears certainly accentuates them.

Sharon's husband is quit a bit older that her and is a very successful bean counter that works at some big company in Chicago's loop. She is now 27 and he must be 40 and takes care of her very well financially. When her last child started attending school full time she decided to pursue her goal of becoming a truck mechanic like her father was.

A week ago I had someone break into the shop where Sharon works and so I pulled the video surveillance tape and was watching it before turning it over to the police. I couldn't believe what I saw! Sharon was the last one to leave and locked the doors and set the alarm. I saw a red corvette pull up and a good-looking young man gets out and meet her. As they met it was obvious that he wasn't just asking for directions to someplace because they locked lips and his hands went around and cupped her ass and pulled her close to him. She locked her arms around his neck and the two stayed like that for a few minutes, talking and kissing. Then they walked back to the shop and she unlocked the door and disarmed the alarm system.

Sharon and her lover then went to the break room and I was so glad I had installed good cameras in every room of my business. She entered the break room pulling him by the scarf around his neck. Then they started taking coats off, and then she unbuckled his belt adn undid his fly all the while their lips were locked. At the same time her lover ripped her shirt open, buttons flying everywhere and pulled it off of her exposing her bra-less firm tits. She knelt down and as she did so she pulled his pants down and his cock jumped out to meet her.

Sharon began to take the entire length of his rather large cock down her throat. He guided her head with his hand behind her head, and thrusting foward he began to fuck her throat. Slow and steadily she was fed his long shaft. In and out he fucked her face and than stopped pulling her head to his pubic hair. I could tell he was cumming, shooting it down her throat by the look on his face.

He then released her head and pulled out of her mouth and she stood up and he began to suck on her nipples. Reaching down he undid her pants and pulled them off her. Then picking her up and putting her on the edge of one of the tables she laid back while he spread her legs and place his cock at the entrance of her pussy. Then in one swift act he rammed it inside her shaved pussy and began to fuck her hard. He rammed his cock in and out of her. With each thrust the table would move across the floor till it finally came to rest against the wall. Although I didn't have sound, I could tell she was moaning by the way she moved her head back and forth and from side to side. He had placed her legs with her knees against her chest allowing him full access to her beautiful pussy. Sharon's hands gripped the edges ofr the table and she moved her mouth as if she was screaming for more.

My cock stained against my pants as I watched this beautiful woman being fucked on the table in the break room. I reached down and undid my pants and pulled them down and began to stroke my own cock wathinig this scene.

Sharon reached up and grabbed his hair and pulled his head to her turning and biting shoulder. I could tell it must have hurt because he screamed out in pain and esctacy. All of the sudden it was as if she had gone into convulsions and then they stopped as if she had passed out. I realized that I was shooting my wad all over myself. I grabbed a napkin and as I cleaned myself up they slowly began to move again and he pulled out of her and she lowered her legs to the floor. He reached down and grabbed her hands and helped her to sit up and as she did she reached down and massaged his balls. A few moments of conversation and then they kissed and she stood up and they began to put their clothes back on. Her shirt was ripped and so she put on her uniform shirt and tucking it in, walked together to the door and she locked up. I watched them exchange one last kiss and they each got into their vehicles and drove off.

My mind began to form thoughts about what I saw on the TV monitor. I knew that this was what I had been waiting for. Sharon was a flirt. She knew she was sexy and she used it to her advantage. At times she was known to turn some of the guys red in the face by her comments or the looks she would give them. But she always reminded the guys when they moved in for more that she was happily married. Now I knew she was getting some action on the side. I wanted some of that action. I knew she loved her husband and children by the way she talked and I knew she would not want to jeopardize her marriage.

Blackmail is such a dirty word but if that's what it would take, well so be it. I wanted her for my pleasure and I would have her!

I began to edit the  videotape and called the police and told them I had a tape of the guy that broke in to the shop. The part I didn't give them was of Sharon and her lover. That part I kept for my own use.

I called Sharon in and told her I had something I wanted her to watch. She sat down and I placed the tape in the VCR and turned it on. I watched her eyes begin to fill with tears and shock as she watched. I turned it off and she stood up and turned to me and pleaded that I destroy the tape. I told her to see me after work, that we needed to talk.

At five I heard the punch ot the timeclocki as the last guy punched out. i kept busy with my paperwork as I waited for Sharon to appear in the door. When she had changed into the clothes she wore to work that morning and was dressed in a tight mini skirt with a silk blouse and long coat wrapped tight around her as if to hide her body from me. What a contrast between seeing her all covered with oil and grease with her hair up under a hat to keep it clean. Now with her hair down and cleaned up she was gorgous. Many of days I had watched her work on something bent over and wanted to come up behind her and ram my dick in her. Or to see her working under a truck on a creeper and just want to crawl between her legs.

"Tom, can we talk about that tape now?" Sharon asked sheepishly red faced.

"Sure, come in." So Sharon walked in and stood in front of my desk.

"I am so sorry that you had to see that and It will not happen again. I am so embarased I have been shaking all day thinking you were going to fire me. I love my job and I know you have given me an oppertunity when no one else would. Well, I am sorry. Are you going to destroy it for me? Please I don't want anything to get back to my husband, it would destroy him and if the guys in the shop  saw it, well I would not get much respect from them. Please!" she pleaded.

"Well let's just say it will be kept secured. I have it in my vault where nothing will happen to it but," I paused to let the next words sink in, "If you don't want anyone to see it, your going to be my fucking slut! Fuck me, Suck me, do what ever I want you to do and whenever I want you to do it. Is that clear?"

She just stood there with her mouth open but no words came out. Tears began to fall down her cheeks.

"Now take your clothes off and get on your knees and suck my cock. I know you like to suck big cocks and I have one for you.!" I stood up and undid my pants and pulled out my swollen cock.

The little bitch just stood there, with a look of shock, disbelief and indignation showing on her face. So I repeated my demand."Take your clothes off and get on your knees and give me a blow job. NOW or I send the video tape to your husband!"

In tears she bagan to take her clothes off pleading with me not to make her do this. When she had her clothes off I pointed to the carpet in front of me and said, "On your knees where a good whore belongs!"

She came forward and got on her knees and with tears flowing from her eyes like a rushing stream she began to open her mouth and suck my cock in. I grabbed her hair with my hands and pulled her to me shoving my cock deep into her mouth and then down her throat. It was so hot and moist that it made my cock swell even more. Gagging she tried to pull away but I refused to release her. Then after of moment of shear warmth overtaking me, I released my hold and allowed her to back off and she  began to cough and gasp for air. I then began to fuck her face. In and out I fucked her mouth and throat as tears continued to flow. I felt myself wanting to cum so I pulled out of her mouth and told her to  bend over my desk.

Sobbing, Sharon stood up still pleading with me so I grabbed her by the arm and threw her to the desk.

"Bend over my little slut!"

She laid her tits down on the top of my desk as she bent over with her beautiful ass in the air just waiting for me to take. I spread her legs and stuck my fingetr in her pussy to find it so wet and hot that she must have been getting turned on. Shoving my cock deep inside her she cried out as if in pain. As I fucked her the tears continued to flow but her cries of pain was turning into soft moans of pleasure. Her pussy was tighter than I had expected, especially after her having three children. It was so tight and her cunt muscles were gripping my cock as if they were working a nipple on a cows utter to get milk. It was such a turn on to just look down and see this sexy woman laying there, nude across my desk with my ridget cock plowing in and out of her. Knowing she was at my beck and call. I was her master now. My sex slave!

 I couldn't hold on much longer, I was ready to explode so I pulled out of her pussy and walked to the other side of the desk and offered her my cock. As she sucked me into her mouth I began to shoot load ofter load of hot steaming cum down her throat for her to swallow. She sucked me dry and when I pulled out of her mouth there wasn't a drop of cum on my shaft, only her wet saliva. I stepped back and pulled up my pants. Sharon stood up and went over to her clothes and started to get dressed, still sobbing.

After she had put her pants on I walked over to her and put my arms around her and she responded by putting her arms around me and pulling me tightly to her. Her bare breasts against my body felt so good that even though I had a shirt on her nipples were poking me in the chest.

"Your a bastard!" she whispered.

"I know it but I have wanted to fuck you from the first time I laid eyes on you." I told her.

"I should quit!" she responded.

"That wouldn't release you from being my whore.It would just make it more inconvient for you to be where I want you to be at the time I want you to be there. After all your husband would not like the video of you and that stud or of you and me just now."

“What are you doing here Douglas?” she spat out never taking her eyes off him. He was a big man, six foot five easily, and 250 + pounds, very muscular with a bald head. Very intimidating even to a cop of 7 years like Trish.

He just smiled at her question and answered coolly “I’m here to help you Officer Hay.”

“You? Help me? I don’t think so. Just get up and get out of here before I arrest you again for breaking and entering” (all the time trying to keep her voice steady).

“That ain’t no way to speak to an old friend who has come here to do you a favour.”

“You! A favour? Get out of here.”

He stood up, still with that wide smile on his face and reached for his inside pocket. As quick as a flash Trish drew her pistol and had it levelled at him shouting “Don’t make another move or I’ll shoot.”

By that time however Douglas had a brown envelope out of his jacket and he held his hands up mockingly waving the envelope at her.

“What is it?” she demanded, a cop in charge of the situation.

“Why don’t you look and see” and with that he tossed the envelope contemptuously onto her coffee table and resumed his seat upon her sofa.

Trish kept her gun trained on the villain as she inched towards the table, her curiosity getting the better of her. As she stooped a little to lift the envelope, Douglas spoke again in his slow, syrupy voice “You know, I never realised how pretty you are before.”

For a compliment it sounded awful like a threat. But it was the truth, Trish was pretty. She had long blond hair, tied in a functional ponytail, ice blue eyes and a very well kept figure, curvy 36” breasts and a butt to rival J-Lo. All the guys in her precinct had cracked onto her but she turned them all down she was married to the job.

She lifted the flap on the envelope and took out a series of black and white and colour photographs. Placing her gun next to her hand so she could grab it quickly she asked “What are these?”

Douglas was only too keen to explain “Those are some photos that happened to come in to my possession. If you look closely they show four guys in a car, unfortunately three of them are wearing balaclava’. That is ‘cos they have just robbed the bank on 32nd Street.”

Trish had heard about that job but not worked it. $200,000 had been stolen and a guard had been shot, though serious he was expected to pull through. To her surprise and increasing horror, Trish as she flicked through the pictures and they got clearer, began to recognise the driver, it was her Father.

Douglas waited until he saw the look of comprehension on the cop’s face then spoke again, “Hmm, seems we were able to convince your Dad to help us with a problem we had regarding a driver. Also if you look at the last photo you’ll see the gun that shot the guard in a plastic bag in safety deposit bag ready to be handed over, now your dad never shot the guard but I’m afraid his prints are all over the handle so I don’t think anyone’s gonna believe him, do you?”

Trish just sat at the table unable to tear her eyes away from the pictures. This was bad, real bad.

“Now if I were to do my citizenly duty and hand in those photos and that gun (not me, but one of my more respectable friends you understand) I’m sure your dad would be facing a 10 year stretch easy, eh? I would guess he’d probably try to cough up some names to try and wriggle out of it. So he’d go down as a snitch and the dad of one of the city’s coppers. How long d’you think he’d survive inside?”

Trish turned a resigned face toward the smiling criminal and asked “What do you want?”

His smile just got bigger.

Her mind raced through all the possibilities of what this vile man might want from her: money (she didn’t have much), power (she knew some of the police worked for the criminals but the thought appalled her) or…..

“What I want my dear Officer Hay is revenge, redemption from you. You were responsible for me being out of commission for two years and if you want your dear daddy to stay healthy and free you’re gonna do exactly what I tell you.”

“Which is what exactly” Trish spat back with bravado she did not feel.

“First thing you are going to do Bitch, is get your pretty ass up to your bedroom, then you are going to strip buck naked outta those dirty police clothes, then you are gonna get down on your knees and wait for me. Oh and you can put these on so your arms are behind your back (and he threw a standard police issue set of handcuffs to Fiona).”

God this was worse than she had thought. There was no way she would do that, no way.

“You make your mind up now ‘ho. Don’t think I won’t pass that info on your old man on either, believe me I will get revenge on you one way or another. Your decision.”

She made a snap decision, he was telling the truth she could tell that and he would do exactly as he said. So how much did she care for her dad? The same dad that had cared for her when her mother had run off with another guy twenty years ago, the same dad that had supported her through thick and thin even when he lost his job and struggled to get another and wouldn’t accept help from her. The answer was, she cared enough and she felt an empty feeling in the pit of her stomach as she saw Douglas’s smile stretch even wider as he watched her nod acceptance and head upstairs.

Trish ascended her carpeted stairs on shaking legs. Her heart hammered in her chest and she felt in a daze. What was she doing? Could she still back out? Oh god, what would he do to her?

She entered her large bedroom walking like an automation and removed her jacket and stepped out of her skirt. She sat to roll off her stockings and threw them in the corner with her other clothes (most unlike her, she normally folded everything neatly – but then, this wasn’t like most days). With unsteady hands she unbuttoned her cream blouse button by button, each one that came loose being a step towards the humiliation the knew she would have to endure to save her father. Actually, humiliation would be the best, Douglas had a reputation as not a nice character, she seemed to remember violence on his rap sheet. Oh god, what was she doing?

The blouse came off and she threw it into the corner, tears starting to form in her eyes.

“Dammit! Stop that. You are not going to give that bastard the satisfaction of seeing you cry” Trish swore to herself under her breath, trying to gather herself for the ordeal to come.

That resolve was tested as she reached behind herself and unclasped her white bra and released her breasts. They bounced into freedom and Trish shivered at the thought of Douglas seeing and pawing them. She wasn’t a vain person by any means but she was proud of her figure and in particular her bust. It was firm and large and much envied. And then she slid her panties off, flinging them hard onto the pile in the corner. Despite the central heating in her apartments she felt cold, standing there naked next to her bed. She wondered if she could back out still, get dressed, storm downstairs, order him out, accept the consequences. Yet as she thought that she was fingering the stiff handcuffs and slowly lowering her naked form onto her knees.

She felt so exposed and vulnerable there and even worse when she attached one of the cuffs to her left wrist then somehow managed to place her arms behind her and quickly, before she backed out, she fitted her wrist into the open cuff and managed to lock it on place. Now there was no way back and she knelt there, naked and hands cuffed behind her back awaiting her fate.

She had only seconds to wait before hearing heavy footsteps begin to ascend the staircase.

Lee entered the room and Trish was immediately intimidated. Partly because she was on her knees and he towered over her on his tall frame and partly because he had striped naked and his body was an imposing and impressive sight. He was sleek and defined and muscular in all the right place but most noticeable of all was his cock. It looked and was huge. Trish had not had too many boyfriends but this appeared to be double the size of any other one she had seen (or felt) before. It was 14inches in length and although not too thick it still presented a scary prospect to the blonde policewoman. Also it’s state of semi arousal seemed to confirm in Fiona’s mind what kind of treatment the criminal had in store for her.

For his part, when he entered the room and saw the pretty blonde on her knees, his wide grin became even larger and he hurried to check that the handcuffs were in place as well.

“Damn Bitch, you look good like that. I gotta tell you like you a lot better like that than pointing your piece at me in the street, or questioning me at the station or smirking at me in court. You remember doin’ that Bitch?”

Trish ignored his jibes, thinking her best defence was to say or do nothing to provoke him and hope she could get out of this with the least amount of trouble (some hope!).

Lee just turned around when he got no answer and took in a duffel bag he had left at the door, he dropped it in front of his captive and slowly withdrew a standard police issue nightstick from the bag and stood over Trish as if he were about to strike her with it. She winced in preparation for the blow but it never came and when she opened her eyes he was smiling down at he again and rubbing the weapon alongside his own penis. Seeing her watching him he proffered the nightstick at Trish and ordered her to lick it. She considered ignoring him but then considered her position and obeyed, her pink tongue drawing itself along the wooden length of the weapon.

“Now let’s see how much you can handle Bitch” announced Lee and he pushed the stick into her mouth, past her teeth and into her throat until she gagged and spluttered” Lee laughed at her plight and stated “Shit, girl if that’s all you can manage I’m gonna spear you like a kebab, now you get licking at that end ‘cos I’m fixing on jamming it up your sweet asshole next.”

He laughed again at the wide eyed look Trish shot him at that comment, but noted that she got to work covering the club in as much saliva as she could manage. There was little doubt he was getting off in having her in his complete power and control as his erection was now fully erect and she could barely avoid it prodding her face as he tormented her with the nightstick.

He pulled the length from her mouth and asked “You ready to take this in the ass copper?” and laughed when she shook her head no, a lot of her earlier composure gone.

“No? Oh well I guess you want this then (with that comment he bounced his mammoth dick off her forehead contemptuously). No? Oh well, back to plan one.”

With that he shoved Trish over onto her face, prised her ass cheeks apart and slide the end of the nightstick up and into her bum hole. It wasn’t too sore but Trish sure looked uncomfortable, and that only increased when he rocked her back onto her knees and she had to kneel there with the handle sticking out and being pushed harder up by the floor whenever she sat back.

“Now, don’t you worry none honey ‘cos I intend to make sure that cute little pussy and that hot mouth of yours gets plenty action too” and with that he reached into his bag again.

Lee dipped his hand once more into his bag. This time he took out a very large, black vibrator. It was seriously thick in girth (around about 3”) and was about 8 inches in length. It has very realistic looking veins along it’s side and the only aspect of it that didn’t resemble real life was its scarlet base. He wasted little time in crouching before Trish and using his fingers to spread her pussy lips.

“Damn, you is hairy down there girl. We’ll have to change that” he stated baldly.

But he wasn’t doing that just now as her slid the thick chunk of plastic phallus into her vagina as far as he could and twisted it’s base to set it vibrating inside her. He enjoyed the shocked look of discomfort on her face as it started up and as she wriggled to accommodate it the nightstick pushed further into her ass.

“Now Bitch you can enjoy yourself with those two instruments and rest assured if either one comes out then I will phone one of my brothers and they can replace it with some real man meat understand?”

Suddenly the nightstick and vibrator weren’t so bad thought Trish, then he said “Now you’re getting seen to I should be getting pleasure too you just open up that copper’s mouth of yours and me and my cock gonna have a party in it.”

She considered keeping it tightly shut but then looked at her situation, he had all the evidence against her father, she was by her own actions naked and cuffed and compliant before him and she had two large object already inserted in her most private of holes (and she was tingling from that dildo already). So she slowly and reluctantly prised her dry lips apart and focused her eyes on the mammoth slab of meat that was advancing towards her.

Lee was all smiles as he stepped forward his cock jutting out stiffly at right angles to the rest of his body.

“C’mon Officer open a bit wider, don’t want to have to shove it past those white teeth of yours.”

He didn’t give her much time to react though as he ploughed his monster dick between her cherry red lips and without instruction her tongue went to work on his throbbing bell end. By now Trish had decided that she needed to do what it takes to get out of there with minimum fuss and pain. If that meant sucking him off then so be it. So her tongue ran smoothly around his member and began to pleasure him, after all getting him off as quickly as possible in her mouth was far preferable to him cuming elsewhere.

But Lee had far more in store for her, revenge would be so sweet for him. For a start he started to thrust his lengthy member further and further into her mouth until it was well in and entering her throat. Trish had never been invaded so deeply and panicked, trying to prise her mouth off the meaty object in her mouth. No luck there though, as the villain took a grip of Trish’s beautiful blonde hair and held her head in place as he began to establish a rough and fast rhythm of fucking her throat. Her eyes widened at this treatment and she rolled her eyes up to implore her attacker to be gentle with her, but received just another big grin for her trouble.

All the while the dildo in her pussy and the stick in her arsehole probed and moved inside her, driven by the rocking of her body from the fucking her mouth was taking. It was having an effect on Trish. As much as she was reluctant to be doing this, the three large objects in her were pressing some of her buttons and she was turned on.

Lee held his erection for over twenty minutes and Trish’s mouth was forced to accommodate it for all of that. It was so long that his balls never connected with her face, but they were big and full of cum and when finally he began to spasm and throb in her mouth uncontrollably she knew that he would be shooting it into her. It came in huge spurts and Trish could barely contain it in her throat and mouth. Her mouth was filled and she had to swallow some to let the rest in, but it flowed so freely that soon when he pulled out of her it was spilling from her lips and dripping humiliatingly from her mouth.

Trish scowled at the foul tasting thick liquid that was coating her throat and spilling from her lips, even the objects unwillingly pleasuring her could not mask the humiliation of swallowing this villain’s seed. Lee, however, seemed most amused by it all.

“Damn, you look good like that Bitch. On your knees with my cum on your lips. You were born for that Bitch. Now you just finish up drinking that man-juice down, I got a phone call to make and I’ll be right back for another shot on that pretty mouth of yours.”

With that he left the bedroom and to her consternation, Trish did just what he told her and licked her lips of the remaining cum and downed it hoping to lose the taste of it, but really knowing she would remember the taste for a long time. He returned shortly and seemed to be in an even better mood, and his erection was returning with a vengeance. He strode over to the kneeling blonde police officer and just as a porn actor would do he whacked the rigid stem of his cock against her chin and lips, taking obvious pleasure in the look of pure hatred she shot him. He finally stopped and squatted before her and spread his large hands over her equally large breasts and began to gently massage them before slipping his thumb and forefinger onto her nipples and giving them a sharp tweak.

Both knew that her body was reacting to this treatment and the two objects penetrating her holes, she was, unwillingly, being turned on and when he presented his cock to her mouth again she accepted it and began to massage it with her mouth. He built the pace much quicker this time and within mere seconds he was fucking her face as if it were a cunt and enjoying the fact her throat was gagging on his lengthy penis. As Trish struggled to catch her breath she saw movement behind Lee and watched as two more people entered her bedroom. Despite her head’s frantic bobbing she was able to identify them as Carl, Lee’s younger brother, and Missy, a renowned New York prostitute.

Lee noticed them as well and took great pleasure in pulling his cock from Trish’s mouth and spurting a new fountain of white cum over her upturned face in front of their new audience.

Carl was both younger and smaller than his brother but he bore the same crocodile smile and he flashed it at Trish now as he fully took in her plight. Her mind flashed back to the look of pure hatred he had given her as she had given damning evidence at Lee’s trial. He busied himself with a case he had brought with him and Trish soon realised he was assembling a tripod and affixing a video camera on to it and training it at her. Her heart sunk a little lower.

Missy had headed straight for the bathroom to “freshen up” but heaven knows there was little fresh about her when she re-entered the bedroom. Missy had been a good looking blonde at one point in her career, but twenty years of working the streets and an on-off drug habit had surely taken its toll on the 36 year old. Her long hair was now definitely ‘dirty’ blonde, her massive breasts were starting to head south under the force of gravity and her face was haggard and tired. She too gave a smile seeing Officer Hay in the position she was in, as they had met previously.

Only a couple of years ago Trish had busted Missy when she was a beat cop and had been pretty scathing in her comments about her. It all came flooding back to the policewoman as she knelt there thinking things just could not get any worse. Missy smiled and stood over Trish, dipped her finger in the fresh cum that hung from Trish’s face, tasted it, then took her time hocking up as much phlegm in her throat as possible and spat it onto Trish’s face and walked back the to laughing brothers.

Lee spoke again” It seems you two have met before. Now Officer Hay as much as I trust you it strikes me that after I leave you’ll find a way to clear your dear old father and decide to come after me again. Maybe you’ll fit me up again like last time (he smiled knowingly). So what I’m going to ask you to do for us right now is make a film with Missy here. You do what you’re told - Missy will guide you – and that will be us done, I’ll hand over all the photographs and the gun. Your old man is in the clear and I get a new video for my private collection. Of course, if you ever came after me again that video would start being copied and doing the rounds of all the precincts. I guess most every cop in the city knows who and what Missy is and they’ll quickly be told who you are.”

Trish shook her head despondently, she did not want to do this but what choice did she have. The shake morphed into an obedient nod of her pretty head, which brought another round of smiles from the other three.

“Don’t you worry none copper” mocked Missy,” I’ve plenty experience in front of a camera.”

“You just concentrate on doing what Missy tells you and everything will be fine. And make sure you look enthusiastic because we’ll keep filming until it looks it. OK?”

With these words of instruction Lee unlocked the handcuffs, freeing Trish’s sore wrists and hands but she only held them at her side as Carl started the camera rolling.

Missy walked up to the kneeling Trish and stood over, their whole body language being that of dominance and submission. While Trish was naked as the day she was born, Missy was dressed in her usual hooker outfit – a pair of high heeled black shoes (scuffed), fishnet stockings (two visible rips), a tiny miniskirt, a red low cut top and a cheap red coat. She was chewing gum as was her want and the first thing she did upon approaching Trish was to squat before her, run her hands over Trish’s magnificent boobs and then spit the gum into her hand and roughly place it in the tangle of Trish’s pubic hair. Trish made a grimace but caught Lee glowering at her from behind the camera and quickly changed her look to one of pleasure.

Missy spoke in her annoying New York accent “Why don’t you tell us what this sticky stuff covering your face is whore.”

God. The ignominy of Missy calling her whore and Trish only able to smile and answer obediently with “It’s cum Missy.”

SLAP!

Missy bitch-slapped her and told her “You call me Mistress, understand Whore?”

“Y-yes Mistress.”

Pleased with that answer Missy then proceeded to lick Trish’s face clean of the cum, holding it in her mouth as she went. There was a lot and Missy let her tongue linger on the younger woman’s face, allowing the camera to capture the erotic sight. Then Missy told Trish to open her mouth and slowly allowed the cum to drool from her mouth into Trish’s and ordered her to swallow I down. Which she did.

After that classic scene Missy got up to her feet and began to slowly strip off her clothes, off came her jacket and top to reveal a overflowing black bra which she unclipped to release her big melons, then her skirt was slid down her hips and off, followed by her stockings and shoes leaving her clad in only a tiny black G-string. This Missy instructed Trish to remove using only her mouth. Again Trish had to fight to prevent the revulsion showing on her face as she stretched her body up and forward and clipped her top teeth into the top of the fabric and pulled the panties down using just her mouth, the strip of pubic hair passing through Trish’s teeth as she got lower until Missy was able to step out of them and stand before Trish equally naked.

Missy got down onto her knees matching Trish’s position and reached out her hands and began to paw and knead Trish’s voluminous, firm puppies, tweaking and pulling at her nipples to get a moan from the policewoman. As Trish moaned Missy reached down with her right hand and pulled the well used black dildo from Trish’s cunt. Trish gave a shudder as it was removed and Missy wasted little time in presenting the love juice cover phallus to Trish’s lips and instructing her to lick it clean. Trish opened her mouth and took it in and began enthusiastically licking and sucking as the camera zoomed in to catch her enjoying her own juice.

“That’s it whore, you love the taste of yourself don’t you” sneered Missy and Trish nodded pathetically.

Missy moved around behind Trish and pushed her forward and in one movement wrenched the nightstick from her puckered arsehole with a loud pop. Trish felt a tight contraction as the object that had lodged up there for so long was removed. But that and any other feeling was quickly forgotten about as Missy brought the shaft that had been buried in her ass up to Trish’s face and instructed her to “lick this clean Whore.”

Lee, Carl and Missy were sure she would refuse and they would have to ‘convince’ her but Trish’s spirit was broken and she dropped the dildo and allowed Missy to feed the object into her mouth and almost mechanically she began the process of licking and sucking it clean.

Having watched her complete this Missy then reached down, took a grip of the gum tangled in Trish’s pubic hair and ripped it out – along with a swath of pubes-eliciting a squeal from Trish who felt like crying now. Missy had little problems pushing Trish onto her back and spreading her legs, she took an electric shaver from Lee and look no time at all in shaving Trish’s pussy nice and bald. A big contrast to it’s previous state.

Missy then stood before Trish, her hand on her hips and commanded Trish to “get her whore tongue to work in pleasing her” and grabbed Trish’s face and thrust it into her crotch.

Trish could hardly believe that here she was about to give oral sex to the pussy of one of the most used prostitutes in the city but had no other option but extend her tongue and lap slowly at Missy’s pussy lips, hoping that would please her. All four people in the room knew this would destroy Trish’s career if it got out and three of them knew they had her where they wanted her. Missy kept a rough hold of the head at her crotch and ground it into her telling her to ‘get her whore-cop tongue right inside her’.

She did that and in her mind knew she was putting her mouth where thousands of cocks had been previously and Missy smelt of them as she probed deeper and began to engulf the prostitute’s clit. Missy was really getting off on this, both the treatment to her pussy and the whole kinky situation and in very little time she came all over the pretty policewoman’s face. Trish had little time to react to this indignity before Missy spun around, leaned over the bed and present her arse to Trish’s face and said with conviction “Now you can clean that hole as well whore.”

Missy felt Trish’s soft hair brush her bum cheeks as she leant forwards and gave the camera a beaming smile, she was loving this, humiliating that little bitch of a copper who had arrested her. She reached behind and found Trish’s head and pulled her right in so she felt her tongue on her arse crack. She kept her there for a good five minutes, licking at Missy’s well used arsehole until Trish felt she would be sick. Missy eventually pushed Trish onto her back and resumed her position with her backside on the cop’s face and slowly smothered her under her backside. It had all been too much for Trish and she blacked out and lay unmoving as Missy got up of her. Finished now, or so they thought until Carl had an idea as to how they should wake her up.

They got the camera in for a close up as Missy stood over Trish’s face and perfectly captured the golden shower of piss that Missy cascaded over Trish’s face to bring her round. The piss streamed over her face and onto Trish’s bedroom floor.

Missy smiled at the spluttering and awakening beauty below her and taking a $10 dollar note handed to her from Lee and took extreme pleasure in popping it between Trish’s teeth and telling her she was a “good cheap whore” as the tape came to a close.

That seemed to be the perfect end and Lee, Carl and Missy got dressed and tidied and left Trish recovering on her stinking floor, knowing that somehow, some way she had to get revenge on the people that had humiliated her so.

            “Hey,” he said, taking a breath, “You’ve got some nice tits, babe, it’s what guys like…and this,” he added, shoving a hand up my skirt. This time I grabbed his wrist, but he was a fullback on the high school team and outweighed me by 100 pounds or so. “What are you?” he said. “Little cocktease? I know what you want. Bet your sweet little cherry cunt is already creaming.”
            “Cherry?” I stammered.
            He laughed. “You are naïve. Means you’ve never been fucked. Never had a man’s cock in your hot little box. I bet the guys you were a cherry pussy, and it’s all mine.”
Now I was getting scared, but he started kissing me again and I felt him take my hand and put it on his crotch. “Feel that? Now that’s a cock, sweetheart. A real cock. Rub it up and down. . . . or do you want me to tell everyone at school what a baby you are.”
            I started rubbing, and he squeezed me between my legs, and pulled the crotch of my panties aside. His cock was getting harder and harder . . . and suddenly the door of the car swung open, and there was my stepfather, looking furious. He yanked me out of the car and told Craig to get the hell out of there or he’d have him arrested.
Craig screeched away and left me standing there, half naked. My stepfather spun me around to face him, and he had the strangest look on his face. “I knew what you were from day one,” he said. “A slut. Now march.”
            I tried to button my blouse but he slapped my hand away. “Might as well let the world see what you’ve got, you little slut.”
            In the house he shoved me ahead of him up the stairs. I was hoping my mother would rescue me from whatever punishment he had in mind, but their bedroom door was closed tight. I looked longingly toward it, and he shoved me again. “I sent your mother to bed, and told her to stay there. I knew something like this would happen.”

            What followed was only the beginning of four years of humiliation, servitude, and training or is it brainwashing? Yet it was all so pleasurable. My stepfather was a psychologist and hypnotherapist, so I often wonder if that had something to do with him turning me into a virtual nymphomaniac. More than 20 years later, I obediently drop to my knees and suck his cock when he ‘cums” to visit me. But in the beginning, I was terrified of him.

            That night he took me into my room and sat down on a chair, pulling his belt from the belt loops and wrapping it around his hand. “Take off your clothes, what’s left of them,” he snarled. “Let’s see what’s got your boyfriend so hot and bothered.”
            My eyes glued to the leather strap, I obeyed. In seconds I was completely naked. I tried to cover my crotch, but he snapped at me. “Put your hands behind your head, and push out your chest.” I did so.
            “Hmm, not bad for young and untouched . . . until tonight that is. Or have you been letting the other boys at school handle you? Maybe you’ve already got a reputation, and that’s why Craig thought he could do whatever he wanted.”
            “No, I haven’t, I swear. That was the first time.”
            “And the last without my permission” he said firmly. “I have a feeling about you, Linda. I think you’re very submissive, and I’m going to teach you how to do it properly.”
            “I don’t understand, Daddy.”
            “You will. Your mother does. But we’ll talk about that another time. First a little punishment is in order for your wanton sluttishness with that boy.” He stood up and before I knew what was happening, the belt slapped across my bare ass. I yelped and tried to cover   it.
            “Do that again,” he warned and I’ll whip those pretty little tits next.” He gave me ten more good ones, until tears ran down my face. Then he sat down again.
            “Come over here.”
            I walked within reach and he pulled me closer. “Is your pussy wet?” he asked. “along with your ass being nice and hot.”
            I blushed with shame. “I don’t know,” I said.
            He roughly spread my labia and fingered me. He smiled. “Dripping. So you liked that brat feeling you up, mauling your tits.”
            “No.”
            He yanked the tiny hairs and I yelped. “Don’t lie to me, bitch. Don’t ever let me catch you lying to me. Now, you liked his hands on you, didn’t you?”
            “Yes.”
            “Yes . . sir,” he corrected. “Or ‘Daddy’ if I tell you to. Now let me explain the facts of life, little girl.” He laid the belt in his lap and used both hands to squeeze my breasts hard. “Some females are just born submissive, born to serve, to be used, and they end up getting a great deal of pleasure from it. But their pleasure is not the primary goal. It is the man using them who calls the shots, who decides what they can and cannot do. For now I will be lenient in letting you have your immature little pleasure, but later, you will learn more obedience.” He switched to my crotch again and started rubbing the hard little nub I had discovered in my own explorations. He smiled at the look on my face and slid a finger inside my wet hole.

            Lesson number one,” he said “is that this hole is for a man’s cock, or anything else he chooses to put in it, purely for his amusement.” He wiggled the finger around and watched me squirm. “Good, it’s better if you like it, though I wouldn’t particularly care if you didn’t. Now get on your knees between my legs.”
            I obeyed once more.
            “Unzip my pants. It’s time you saw a real cock, because that’s going to be your focus, little girl. You’re going to learn to worship this dick of mine, and service it in every hole you’ve got. Your cunt, your mouth, your ass . . . all mine, all the time. I catch you so much as letting some young punk touch you without my permission, you’ll be sorry. Now take out my big fat dick.” Tonight you’re going to learn how to be a good little cocksucker. And then you’re going to learn how to service a man in every way.”
            Dad was right. His manhood was long and as thick as my wrist. I didn’t see how I could even get the enormous purple head in my mouth, but he pinched the sides of my jaw to make me open wide and taught me cocksucking the hard way --- suck or choke on it. He fucked my mouth and fondled my breasts, which he said I could only call tits from then on. As a matter of fact, no more health class words like vagina and penis and anus. No, the acceptable vocabulary in his presence was cunt, pussy, fuckhole, dick cock, asshole. In private he would only refer me to as slut, bitch, or whore, his little piece of fuckmeat. And every time he said it, I got wet.
            That night, I learned about the cherry picking. He made me lie on the bed and pull my knees back to my chest and spread my legs. At first he diddled my wet pussy and sucked on my hard nipples. He even licked me between the legs, driving his tongue inside me. I began to squirm, as much from the tingle it gave me as from the fear of what he was going to with that monster pole dangling hard between his legs. He straddled for a bit and rubbed it all over my face and made me lick it some more. “You’ll service this, little Linda, every time I want it, every time I tell you. You belong to me, my personal sex toy. Your mother bores me, you know, even when she grovels the way I like. But now I can see more interesting entertainment in the future.”
            He slid back down and rubbed the head of his cock in my slit. “Feel it, you hot little bitch . . . feel that big pole, that’s going inside you, all the way up your tight twat. You’re going to get fucked tonight, and fucked good and proper.” He began to push, and I cringed. He slapped my face. “Don’t even try to pull away. As a matter of fact, say ‘Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my pussy.’” When I didn’t answer fast enough, he yanked a nipple hard. “Say it!”
I swallowed hard and whispered, “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my pussy.”
            “Louder,” he demanded, pushing again.
            “But Mum will hear.”

            “Of course she’ll hear. I told her I was going to have your cherry cunt tonight. All the better if she hears it loud and clear. She knows what’s what. She’s a slut, just like you. Hell, she sucks of your brother’s cock almost every day. Now say it out loud,”
I was shocked, but did as I was told. My brother?
            “Fuck me Daddy. Fuck my pussy!”
            He pushed into my tight hole relentlessly. I cried out.
            “Relax, bitch girl,” he said, leering at me. “You’ll get used to all 9 inches of fat cock in you.”
            The pain was searing, but he thumbed my little nub, my clit, he called it, and shocks of pleasure kept bouncing around in between the spasms of pain.
            “That’s it,” he said, chuckling. “Keep squirming around on my cock, I like it that way. Push back, that’s good.”
            Deeper and deeper until I thought I couldn’t take any more, until I thought it was coming out my throat.
            And over and over he made me say the variations on a theme, “fuck me, daddy, fuck my hole, shove it in me, harder, harder daddy…..fuck your little whore.”
            He did fuck me, hard and for a long time. I was ashamed and humiliated, yet also squirming inside with sensations I didn’t even understand, building up inside me until I felt like I didn’t want him to stop . . . I did, but I didn’t.
            Suddenly he pulled out his cock and pointed it at my mouth. “Open up, little slut, and swallow Daddy’s nice big load of cum. Every drop or it’s the belt for you, and I’ll whip your pussy besides.”
            I opened and hot creamy salty sperm jetted onto my tits, my face and then into my mouth. “Swallow!” he said.
            Gagging, I choked it down. He rubbed his slimy cock all over my face.
            “Now lick me clean. That’s part of your job. Lick off your pussy juice and all that lovely cum.  Rub it into your tits, too. Hmm, that’s nice.” he got off the bed and said, “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” Moments later he returned with his camera. “A new photo series,” he laughed. “Cherry busted, freshly fucked. Now spread your legs wide and show me the pussy.” He took several shots and close-ups of my crotch and my cum-covered face and tits. “Tomorrow we’ll do some video,” he said.

            Then he went to the dresser and took out some scarves. “I want your legs wide open all night, just in case I want to come back for a little more pussy. And besides, this will keep your mind on your new job. He tied my hands and feet to the bed posts of my twin bed so I was spread open. Then he ran his hand over my belly, down into my cunt, and the contact made me jump. “Sensitive little clit…that’s good. Tight pussy, perky little tits that are getting bigger every day. I’m going to enjoy your services quite often.”
            He didn’t bother to cover me with the sheet, but went to the door. “Of course your brother Derek will, too, but not quite yet. I think I’ll keep you to myself for a while. By the way, you won’t be in school tomorrow. You’ll be staying home for some more training.” He walked out and left the door wide open.
            Hours later I was awaked by the head of his cock being shoved against my lips. It was dark in the room. “Suck it, bitch” was all I heard, and I sucked Daddy’s rod until he was so hard he had to shove it into my cunt. He deposited his cum on my chest and face and left again.
            Light was filtering into the room when I awoke to see my brother standing over me, leering at my nakedness. “Well, looks like the little princess got herself fucked good and proper. Dad told me he’d had you.” He rubbed the front of his pants. “And I’ll have you too, you stuckup little bitch, once Dad’s had enough of your tight little fuckhole. Then you’ll be on your knees every minute you’re home. I like it doggie style. And Dad says you’ll end up a bitch in heat, just like Mom.”
            I was released only twice that day to empty my aching bladder, but never allowed to clean up. Later, Daddy came in an put some sort of electric dildo in my pussy and turned it on, sending shivers through me. “Once you’ve come a few dozen times, my sweet little slut, you’ll be begging for more.”
            Well, Daddy was right in the long run, though at first the idea of being his sex toy was mortifying at first. But he gave me tranquilizers sometimes that made me relaxed and happy. And now that everything was out in the open, he’d make all sorts of crude jokes about my sluttiness, even at the dinner table. He delighted in humiliation, for he was a master of the art. If there were raw carrots to be served, he’d put one on my plate, then tell me to stand up, pull down my panties and insert it into my cunt until dinner was over. Then I’d have to lick it and eat it. He’d sometimes make me come to the table naked, so that he and Derek could leer at me and fondle me. He’d make me stick bits of beef or cheese into my pussy and let the dog in, a friendly Labrador, who’d go under the table hunting food and end up sniffing and licking between my legs trying to extract the food. I was forbidden to do anything about it, except spread my legs wider.

            When I came home from school, a dildo firmly strapped into my pussy to have it ready for his daily usage, I had to kneel and kiss the front of his trousers and beg to suck him. If he wasn’t home, I was to suck off my brother first. I began to live my role, and loved the feel of the thickness between my legs whilst I was at school. I’d squirm a little in my chair and feel tiny waves of orgasm course through me. I was ordered to wear very tight blouses with low cut cleave and short skirts. The boys all leered and seemed to know I was a slut. And despite my father’s warnings to stay away from them, one day I had no choice for a conspiracy had been formed, led by Craig and one of his mates, a muscular black teenager, to have some fun with this 14 year old hot piece of ass. They planned it well, and thus I got my first taste of a double rape bent over the bench in the boy’s locker room. But that’s for another chapter.
            And the humiliation only got worse. Daddy had lots of interesting and profitable plans, and years later I still cream at the thought of being so thoroughly used

END OF CHAPTER ONE

How can he do that? Ben wondered, how can he be with that amazing woman and not want to bring her to the brink over and over ?

Ben grinned with pride, remembering the sounds he had pulled out of her as he’d driven his huge shaft within her tight passage.   He felt himself becoming hard again just thinking about that night.   He longed for the chance to be with her again.  

To taste her sweet creamy flesh…

To feel himself clasped within her deliciously tight sheath…

 

Ben turned away from the window, and made his way back to the bunk-house, which he shared with the other slaves.   It was crowded, and hot, and the strong smell of the combined hay and sweat was overpowering as he laying on his tiny bunk his mind drifting back to the Mistress.    

 

She always treated him with respect, probably more then he deserved, considering his station, and over the years he had grown more and more fond of her.   When he looked in her eyes, which wasn’t often, but when he did, he could see himself reflected there, not as an animal not even as a slave, but as a man.  

 

As he lay there his mind drifted to the feel of her soft white flesh under his coarse hands and the beautiful contrast of his black skin against her white creaminess.   Her long brown hair, those full pink lips….

At the thought of her lips he felt himself hardening again, his head filled with dirty little flashes of what it would be like to feel those lips wrapped around his large cock.   Damn that would be fine.   That hot little mouth sucking him dry, pumping his seed down her throat and watching her swallow every drop.   As he fantasized his hand moved down to his now very stiff prick, gripping it tightly and taking long slow strokes, drawing out every sensation.   By the way the Master ploughed her, he had the feeling that she’d never had a nice big prick thrust into her hot little mouth before – and as he stroked his cock, picking up speed with each pump, a plan formed in his very horny mind.

   

Eliza woke as usual at 4am, stretched her long arms and pushed back the blanket, averting her eyes from the view of her husbands’ naked body, splayed spread eagled on the bed.  

 

She still couldn’t believe that her beloved father had given her to this rutting pig.   Never once had he spared her a kind word, in fact he barely spoke to her at all, preferring to ignore her altogether.   In the early months she’d tried desperately to earn his attention, hoping for at least a home of joint affection, possibly to blossom into love one day.   But it wasn’t to be.   He was constantly insulting, sarcastic, or simply indifferent to her, well except in the marriage bed of course.   Oh yes he was very aware of her there.   Not a night had gone when he hadn’t pounded out his own pleasure within her tight womanhood taking his intense rapture from her body, and caring nothing for her needs.

 

Sighing resolute, this was her place now, her life.   But she had to admit, ever since that night he’d forced Ben to lay with her, she’d felt even more let down.   Eliza wanted more, more from her life, more from her husband, more from lovemaking.

 

Down in the Kitchen, she worked busily, glad of a distraction, kneading the dough that would be todays’ bread.   Suddenly the back door banged open and she felt her body stiffen as it always did now in response to Ben bringing in the firewood each morning.  

 

“Morning Mam” he said gruffly as he lumbered by.

 

“Morning B – Ben”, she stuttered, every particle of her being   aware of each sound he made, his footsteps, the sound of him dropping the wood into the pile, that soft song he sang under his breath.   They all served to send her into a shambles of tingles and shivers as her down low place dampened and tightened with the need to have him within her again.

 

She suddenly realized that all the sounds had stopped, all but the sound of his harsh breathing close behind her.   She stopped kneading, but didn’t turn.  

 

“W – Was there something you wanted Ben?” she asked her voice barely audible, her body trembling like a fallen leaf, heart beat so loud, she was sure he could hear.

 

“Yes mam” he answered.

She felt him move closer, gasping when he gripped her slim hips, pressing his hardness against the back of her dress.

“B – Ben you overstep your bounds”, she spoke, trying to sound authoritive, “Please leave”

 

“Oh you don’t want me to do that – Eliza”

 

The sound of her name on his lips was almost too much.   She felt her eyes close, overwhelmed by need.   The need to turn to him, the need to touch him, to taste him, and that smell of freshly cut wood mixed with his sweat drove her to the edge of wanting.

 

He gripped her hips pulling her rhythmically against his hardness, his breathing becoming more strained.   Pulling her long brown hair to the side, he gently kissed and nipped the junction of her neck and shoulder, eliciting a musical moan from between her slightly parted lips.

 

“Be mine Eliza” he spoke again, his voice so low, barely whispered in her ear, “Let me teach you things, let me take you to the places you want to go, let me give you what your pig of a husband can not”

 

“Ben Please” she pleaded, “Please stop, we can’t – I can’t”

 

“Yes you can” he growled, “You want me – you want to be my woman – And you won’t stop me, because you know that deep down you want to be my whore”

 

She gasped at his crude language, but it only served to heighten her excitement.   It was true, she wanted to be his, desperately yearned to turn around and let him to do as he willed.     But the Lady in her would not allow it.   Her upbringing had been too strict, and she had been taught too well, but, oh god what he was doing with his hands felt so good.  

 

“Stop thinking Eliza, let me teach you how to reach the stars, let me show you what you’ve been missing”

 

Before she could stop herself, she’d spun around in his arms.   Her lips captured by his, taking her breath, and giving her new life.   She felt herself lighten as she just let go, feeling as though she were floating, free.   She couldn’t explain the uninhibited joy she felt in his arms, his mouth moving passionately over hers, his tongue gently prying open her soft lips, before delving in to explore her hot depths.

 

Too easily he lifted her off the floor, carrying her effortlessly and perching her on the edge of the table.   His mouth and probing tongue never leaving hers, moaning as she began a rhythmic sucking, oh yes she was definitely catching on.   At length he pulled back, his eyes nearly black with lust as he looked deeply into her glittering blue pools.   He pushed her gently, so she was lying back on the table, and his eyes never leaving hers, he pulled up her skirts and removed her traditional underwear.

 

He dropped to his knees before her, parting her smooth white thighs to reveal her swollen womanhood to his greedy eyes, Breathed in her perfect scent.

“Damn you smell good”, he spoke, “and I bet you taste just as good as you smell”

 

“No!” she gasped sitting up suddenly, “You mustn’t”

 

Gently he pushed her back down.

 

“Trust me Eliza, let this be your first lesson”, he spoke, and before she could argue further, he gripped her upper thighs and held her still to his firm, wet tongue.   Running it up the centre of her wet pussy and gripping her tighter as she convulsed, back arching, a shocked and rapturous cry escaping her lips.   He was right, she tasted of the sweetest honey and fresh whipped cream, though he’d never been allowed to taste this things, this was how he imagined they’d be like.   He knew he would never tire of those beautiful moans and cries he was pulling from her with each firm lick, stopping now to curl and quickly circling his tongue around her singing clit.   He knew she was close, and soon she would be all his.   Holding her body still to his onslaught, was no small feat, even with his tremendous strength, she still managed to writher and buck under his generous mouth, drawing another shocked cry from her as he drove his tongue into her tight hole, moving in quick and firm circles, bringing her every close to her much sort after reward.   He knew that once he had her on the brink his plan would come into play and as her back arched just a little further, her mouth opening wider to gasp in more air, he knew it’s wouldn’t be long.

 

“Ben – Ben I – oh I”, her head strained back, lifting her neck and shoulders off the table, so close, she was so close.   Then his mouth was suddenly gone and wave after wave of frustration flowed through her, so much she feared she would die, right this minute if he didn’t continue.   “Oh please, Ben please – please don’t stop – AHH”, a little cry ensued   as he stood, opened his dirty sackcloth pants, and pressed his now very hard prick against her wanton opening.

 

“What do you want Eliza?   Is it this?” he pushed just a little, sinking a bare inch of his long thick shaft within her and smiling wickedly at her rapturous moan.   Gritting his teeth in frustration as he withdrew, desperately trying to keep his head, to control his ever strengthening need to drive his full shaft into her tight little cunt.   But he had to wait, thinking over and over, stick to the plan, it will all be worth it, just keep your horny head together for a little longer.

 

He dipped the tip of his throbbing cock inside, before withdrawing again, he was setting up a very stimulating rhythm, just teasing her, giving her the tiniest of tastes of what was to come, dipping inside and gritting his teeth to stop himself from plunging the depths, then pulling back, freeing himself from her tight passage.

 

Her mouth open wide, occasionally forming little Os, hips lifting to meet his shallow dippings, simultaneously loving this new form of half sex and wanting more.   Slowly his hands slid up to grip her shoulders, pulling her up to sitting position so she was eye to eye with him.   He looked deeply into those blue pools of lust, enjoying the site of himself reflected there.

“Now you listen to me”, he spoke his voice harsh and his breathing coming in ragged gasps, he pushed his large cock further inside, “from now on you’re Mine, do you understand? You belong to me – this tight cunt belongs to me!” he pushed in a little further, jaw clenched, “and any time I want to visit heaven you will allow me entrance” once again he began to withdraw, stopping as her hands quickly moved to grasp his tight buttocks, digging her nails into him in an effort to stop his exit.

 

“Please – Oh Ben please – I want – Ahh” she cried as he withdrew further.

 

“Swear”, he exited further, so that only the tip remained and captured within her tight pussy lips.

 

“Ben Please!” she almost screamed with her frustration.

 

“No!” he pulled fully out, the head of his now painfully throbbing black cock pressed against her opening, but he would push no further, “Not until you swear, swear to be mine, for me to take at any time.   Swear or this ends right now, and I go to that pretty little house girl of yours.   I happen to know for a fact that she’s very apt at riding a big cock like this, and I have no doubt that I could touch the stars inside her little cunny just as well – maybe better”    This was a blatant lie, he had no interest in that silly little twit, but he knew Eliza would rise to the bait, and he was justly rewarded.

 

“Yes – I swear, what ever you want I swear, on my life, on my….” She was cut off as his mouth captured hers in a deep passionate kiss, sucking in her cry of pleasure/pain as he forcefully thrust his full thick length inside her.   Finally giving in to the raging beast that was roaring within him, begging to be let free to ravish and plunder at its will.

 

Their mating was ravenous in its’ need for completion, together they set up a steady, but ever exciting rhythm of long, hard, and fast strokes both seeking their own stairway to heaven. Pulling from each other the ecstasy they sort.

 

Eliza wrapped her long legs around his back, her heels digging into his firm buttocks, gripping his shoulders for dear life, as he thrust again and again, bring her closer, closer, ever closer to the prize she so needed, the release she had been time and time again denied by her selfish husband.   All of a sudden she was there, waves of hot, sweet honey, flowed through her entire body, starting at the place where he was stretching her beyond belief with his huge black cock.   Each thrust of his manhood forcing another intense wave of burning ecstasy, all she could do was grip on to those strong broad shoulders as feel as wave after wave flooded her mind and body.

 

Thrilling with feminine pride as he gripped her hips tighter, bruising her delicate white flesh with those large black hands, pumping his cock ever faster, closing in on his own reward.

“Eliza! Angel Pie – only you – Oh lord” the exclamation escaping as he thrust once twice, and thrice blowing his lustful seed into her wanting cunt.

 

 

Later in the sitting room, she sat pondering the mornings’ activities.   Dear god had she really sworn to be his?   And what did he mean by “Any time”….?

 

Stay tuned for Chapter 3 – His Slave

 

 

Adjusting her night-gown, Eliza, carefully climbed out of bed and crept out of the room.   She knew all to well how angry her husband would be if he knew what she was doing.   But she couldn't sleep knowing that Ben was in pain.   He had been so good to her, and she had always tried to treat him with respect and dignity in return, well as much as one could treat a slave.  

 

Gathering together some bandages, and water, she set out for the stables.   Her husband had beaten him severely tonight, taking out all his frustration at this years, nearly non-existent, crops.   She had watched, helplessly, as her husband brought that long, wicked looking whip down, again and again on Bens’ back.   But now she had to help him.

 

He looked up at her shocked, as she used the dampened cloth to clean the cuts covering his dark-brown back.   She didn’t speak, looking deeply into his dark, almost black eyes.   Trying to convey just how sorry she was.   She continued, and he laid his head on one arm, wincing occasionally when she touched a sensitive area.

 

            “Well, well, well, isn’t this a pretty scene”,

They both jumped at the voice behind them. Eliza stood immediately and turned to face him.

            “Husband!” she spoke trying to keep the shock and fear out of her voice.

            “My wife, cleaning a nigger”, his voice boomed.

It was then that she noticed the Smith & Weston in his right hand.

            “Husband, please”, she pleaded, lost for words, her mind muddled by fear

            “My wife cleaning the slave!” his voice just got louder, his chubby round face, red with rage.   “My wife the slave lover - My wife the nigger lover”, smiling a little as she cringed away from his crude language.

            “Husband, No!   I was just trying to help.   A slave is no good to us dead, I was just - AH!” she was cut short, as he slapped her, hard.   She crumpled to the ground, crying softly, terrified of her husbands wrath.   Afraid for herself, but she was shocked to find that she was even more afraid for Ben.

            “My wife and the nigger, sneaking out after dark”

            “No!   Husband please, it wasn’t like that I swear I just wanted to help.   I’m sorry my husband, so sorry.”

But he wasn’t listening, he was way past listening.

            “Well!   If my wife is going to be a slave lover, then she might as well be a slave whore!”

            “Husband!” she cried out shocked, “Please don’t say such things”

            “You will be what ever I tell you, and right now you are a slave whore”, he pulled her to her feet and threw her down on her back, onto a bed of hay, “And before you start liking the idea!   You won’t just be a slave whore to the Boy here”, he spoke, pulling the shaking black man to his feet, “You’re going to be the whore to all our fine slaves”,

 

Eliza watched terrified as her husband, leered down at her.

He turned to Ben smiling a cruel smile.   Eliza watched, in shock, as her husband lifted the gun, pointing it directly at Bens’ groin.  

            “Now Boy, you’re going to do exactly as I say, aren’t you.”

Ben nodded, never taking his eyes of the gun

            “Watch closely Boy, this show’s in your honor”, he turned back to his wife, and knelt beside her, “Up on your knees, my little nigger whore”.

Cringing again at his foul language, she did as she was told; her husband looked back up at Ben to make sure he was watching, and then turned back to Eliza.  

 

Gripping her night-gown with both hands, he ripped it apart, bearing her full white breasts, for Ben to see, then stood, pointing the gun at him again.

            “Now fuck her”, he spoke in a low dangerous voice.

            “Master?” Ben spoke, his voice shaking.

            “You heard me Boy”, he raised the gun again.

Ben nodded and obediently knelt before his masters’ wife.

            “Mam, I’m so sorry, but I have to or he’ll ...” she cut him off, placing a finger on his lips.  

 

On his knees between her smooth white thighs, he unbuttoned his pants.   Eliza watched fearfully as he freed his 10 inch member.   But as she looked over his large muscular body, his dark brown skin, the way it clashed with her white thighs, new sensations began to invade her. Sending little thrills through her all the way down to her toes before amassing in her private center.   But his broad muscular chest, seemed to be affecting her the most.

 

  She placed her hands on his muscular shoulders as he moved over her, his hard shaft pushing against her tight opening.

 

            “Sorry to disappoint you my dear whore”, her husbands’ harsh voice, broke into her thoughts, “But this isn’t going to be a tender love making session - Boy!   That’s a nice big cock you have there and your going to ram it into that whore, to the hilt, you hear me Boy?”.

 

Eliza looked up at Ben, nodding in response to his questioning look, letting him know that she forgave him.   But she wasn’t prepared for that first thrust, as he gripped her hips and, with all his strength, forced his enormous shaft into her tight hole.

He was unable to hold back his cry of intense pleasure, while she screamed her pain.   She felt torn apart, stretched to the limit.   He held himself still for a moment, allowing her to adjust to him within her.   The pain dissipated faster then she expected, as her inner muscles began to relax and accept him.   A new sensation began to take over, along with the fullness.   Something she hadn’t yet experienced.   He pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back inside, sending a wave of pain and something else, something she couldn’t quite grasp, through her.

 

She gripped his shoulders as he pounded into her, moaning and grunting, his pleasure.   The pain had all but gone now replaced by something else.   Something was building in her; she could feel it with every thrust of his shaft.   She raised her knees, trying to get him deeper, staring amazed at his beautiful dark face, eyes closed, mouth wide, curling up a little at the sides, showing his delight.  

 

His eyes flickered open, and for a moment they stared deeply into each other before closing again, concentrating on his need for release.   She closed hers’ as well shocked by the change in sensations.   She lay back, glorying in the feelings that were building within her, tightening within her.   She gasped as he began moving faster, thrusting harder, filling her so completely, stretching her further then she had thought possible.   Still faster, harder, bruising the delicate flesh of her bottom as he gripped her pulling her up for a deeper penetration.   And still the sensations built, her center tightening more, more.  

 

Suddenly the heat took over, a scorching burning heat starting where he was filling her, and spreading in red hot waves of ecstasy.   She was unable to hold back her scream, but this time she was screaming with pleasure not pain.   In her dazed recovery, she felt him thrust once more, hard, roaring as his shot his seed into her, sending more thrills though her, and warmth as she felt his semen filled her.

 

Suddenly, Bens’ delicious weight was pulled off her.   Looking up shocked, she watched as her husband ordered Ben back to his bunk, before tuning back to her.   Confused by his triumphant grin, she continued to stare up at his tall broad structure.

            “Well my dear - That was your first warning”, his voice as full of pride as his expression.

            First warning? she thought, before realisation dawned.   From his angle, with her screaming and all, it must have looked like a painful horrifying experience.

            “You may go back to bed now - and you will never disobey me again - will you”

            “No my husband”, she spoke, keeping her head down, seeing no reason to show that his punishment had been anything other then torture.

 

Stay tuned for Chapter 2 – The Aftermath

 

“Oh goodness, Jason, no fret I interrupted you and was kind enough to let me in.” As I leaned in to kiss her cheek I could almost swear I could smell the cum on her breath but I knew it was my imagination. I looked back to Mom and asked if the needed a refill and her affirmative answer directed me to the kitchen were the kettle was still hot. I poured anther pot and headed back to the living room.

The conversation the two ladies were having ran a shiver down my spine. “I know we were supposed to go out to dinner tonight, Connie but I didn’t know the sink would stop up and I beg to reschedule our plans. And that was why I asked if Jason could come over and see if he could help.”

My Mom quickly responded, “Why not call a plumber, Lois they are professional and I’m not sure Jason is capable of unstopping your sink.”

“I hate to call a plumber this late in the day; it would cost me a fortune. If he can’t help I call on Monday and suffer through the weekend.”

Mom relented and as I walked in the room Mom looked over and explained Mrs. Hansen’s problem and asked if I would mind going over and helping. Goosebumps rose on my arms as I mused that maybe this would be an opportunity to lose my virginity but I tried to remain calm as I spoke. “I’d be glad to help.” After what you did a while ago I thought looking straight at Mrs. Hansen it’s the least I can do.

Mom smiled at me and said, “Well, I guess its dinner alone for this lonely widow.” I hoped and prayed that Mom would not invite herself and was relieved when she continued, “There is a movie on tonight and since our plans have changed I will grab a quick bite and curl up on the couch.”

“Jason, go change out of those shorts and put on something more respectable of you are going to Mrs. Hansen’s.”

Mrs. Hansen was quick to the rescue and immediately spoke, “Nonsense, Connie he will probably get dirty anyway, no use ruining good clothes.” I was still standing a few feet from the ladies seated and when I looked to Mrs. Hansen she was staring at my crotch and I noticed the same glimmer as before and I had to set the pot down and turn away as I felt myself getting turned on by the way Mrs. Hansen eyed the bulge tucked inside my tight jean shorts.

I started to run up the stairs and yelled back over my shoulder, “Give me a minute to grab my wallet and house key and I’ll be ready when you are, Mrs. Hansen.” After grabbing the essentials I took down the stairs two at a time and reentered were the ladies were just as Mom and Mrs. Hansen were hugging.

“You take good care of Mrs. Hansen, Jason and call me if you are going to be late.” “Don’t you worry, Connie I’m sure Jason will be good to me.” She said this with a smirk on her face that only I could see.

Mom waved good bye as I held the car door open for Mrs., Hansen. “My, what a gentleman.” Uh Huh I had ulterior motives because I was trying to get a glimpse of her legs, but I didn’t let on and boy did I get a surprise. She not only showed some leg, she hiked up the dress a little and very un-lady like sat on the seat and swung her legs in one at a time. I saw a small glimpse of panty as her leg was swinging in to get settled with the other.

I quickly closed her door and ran to the passenger side and got in before my fledgling erection became noticeable. We drove off towards Mrs. Hansen’s house and as she drove I couldn’t help staring at her bare legs. She hadn’t bothered to pull her dress back down and she caught me staring. “You like my legs, Jason?”

 The sexy tone in her voice kept me from embarrassment and I replied huskily,” Yes, Mrs. Hansen I think your legs are beautiful.”  “Would you like to tough my leg, Jason?” I couldn’t answer, my throat was dry and I was so excited at the thought of touching this mature woman that all I could do was tentatively reach out and rest my hand just above her knee.

“That feels nice, Jason.” She put her hand on top of mine and drew my hand to her thigh and whispered, “Have you felt a woman’s pussy before, Jason?” With that my hand was drawn up to the top of her panties where I could feel they were hot and moist. Oh God, I though I’m going to blow a wad before I get a feel. I squeezed my ass cheeks together to keep from cumming in my pants. I let my middle finger explore lower down the cleft of her crack and I could feel a great deal of moisture.

“You make me so wet, Jason. Pull the leg of my panties aside and touch me.” I did as she asked and when my finger delved into the slit I was amazed at the wetness. I felt proud that I was making her this horny but I was also encouraged by this so I snaked my finger in until I felt the entrance to her canal and shoved my middle finger all the way into her until my palm was flat against her mound. I felt the car swerve some and I looked at Mrs. Hansen’s face and her eyelids were almost closed.

“Should we pull over Mrs. Hansen?”

“Yesss,” she mumbled, and quickly turned into an alley behind a shopping mall and pulled the car to a stop behind a row of dumpsters. She killed the lights and shut off the car. Her legs spread and gave me access to her womanly charms. I tool full advantage and started to pull my middle finger out until just the tip was embedded in her and forcefully rammed my finger back in to the hilt. “Take my panties down, Jason, hurry your finger feels so good in me, I need to cum so bad.”

She lifted her butt off the car seat and I pulled until her panties were around her ankles and she kicked off her shoes and used her foot to remove them completely. That was when I noticed her smell and it was intoxicating. I had never smelled anything like it and my tool was straining to rip my zipper apart. I continued with renewed energy and added another finger to the fuck I was giving her.

Her hips were straining up to meet my fingers and she literally fucked my hand, her juices were abundant and dripping down my wrist. “Oh God your fingers feel good, Jason I am about to cum.” I wanted to experiment a little so I massaged the top of her mound with my thumb and when I encountered the bump at the top center her hips flailed and she cried out. “Yes Jason there. My clit Jason massage my clit.” Taking one dripping finger out her hole I brought it up and flicked her button and the other finger felt the walls of the pussy contract. Another small jolt of juice surrounded my finger.

“Mrs. Hansen can I lick you? I want to make you feel as good as you did me earlier.”

“Oh yes, Jason please lick my pussy.” I removed my fingers from her hole and got out of the car and ran to her side. She brought her legs around the outside of the car door and spread wide. I dropped to my knees and felt the initial grounding of the asphalt skinning me and my first thought was I should have listened to Mom and changed. But even though the knees were suffering nothing was going to stop me from licking my first pussy.

I brought my nose closer to her cunt and sniffed deeply. My dick jumped in my pants in response and I lightly touched her slit with the tip of my tongue and blew warm air into her wetness. Oh what a sweet taste, I love this taste I thought, and I explored further. I stuck my tongue as far as I could up her juicy canal and started tongue fucking Mrs. Hansen feverishly. I reached up with both hands and spread the lips apart and ran my thumb up against her clit.

“Ohhh my God, Jason that feels so good lick me, honey, lick me harder.” I removed my tongue from her hole and flicked up against her clit as she reached down and grabbed my head in both hands and ground her pussy hard against my face. My nose bumped against her pubic bone and although it hurt a little I did not draw back. I increased the tempo against the little button and she was undulating so much I strained to keep my tongue against her and licked harder.

“Ohh yessss, I’m cummimg, lick me, lick me.” I felt the first onslaught of her juices flow against my chin and drip down the crack of her ass. I did not slow licking her and I tried to drink the copious nectar down. She must have become sensitive because she cried, “Stop, Jason I can’t take anymore.” I set back on my haunches and I noticed her eyes were closed and she had a contented look on her face. “That was good; I haven’t felt that good in a long time, Jason.” I smiled sheepishly and when she reached her arms out I fell against her and she hugged me tightly.

She looked into my eyes and bent down and kissed me lightly on my lips and proceeded to lick her cum from my face. My cock started to spew sperm and I was quickly drenched down my leg. It was worth it I thought I got to eat a pussy for the first time and I got a blow job earlier, what could be better? Then I heard, “Let’s hurry home Jason, I want you.”

 

I took each of my sisters and pulled them in to my naked body and kissed them like they had never been kissed before. Deb was resending but Suzy responded and open her mouth to mine. Again I forced Deb to kiss me letting loss of Suzy I embraced Deb with my fullness. And lifted her up and on to the bed where I had taken our mom, it was still wet from our juices. Deb laid there staring at me like the rabbit to a hunter. With out looking I told Suzy to help mom and I would cum for her later. Suzy complied and ask if it was going to hurt, I did not answer her.

 

Deb pledged with me saying it was wrong to fuck her she was my sister. I grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look at me. Deb we are going to do this I will only give you the option of how much pain was involved. I forced her to stand and strip for me, in the past 5 years she had blossomed into a good looking women. She had long brown hair, 5’6’ about 120lbs of hard body with a rack to die for 34D and I was going to deflower her.

 

I went over to her and grabbed her with my both arm around her tiny waist. John what are you going to do, was all she could say. I pushed her face on the bed and pressed her head down with my left hand and used my right hand to rub her clit and ass. She was crying very laud but I didn’t care she was completely naked in front of me. I continued to rub her fine virgin ass and clit. She was allowing me even though she was scared to do so. Do I need to take you like a bitch? I forced her face down harder and put my dick in the crack of her ass. I slap her on the firm ass until it turned red, she pleaded with me to stop it was hurting her. I tried to open her legs wider but she was a very strong girl she didn’t let me open her legs so I had to be a beast. She was not getting tired she knew she was going to be fucked by her bother and she could not stop it from happening. Then I put my knee inside her legs and pulled them open. I control her legs and opened her legs wide and with my knee forced them not to close again. Now with both hands on her ass I moved my self in the position so that she was trapped by me with her legs open for the deflowering ceremony. She was crying and splitting at me but I was in total control now and she knew it. Well she was still trying to get me off of her but once my cock rubbed her ass and I told her I was going to ass fucker first. She said No John any thing but that. I then demanded surrender the pink or take it in the dink! She stopped fighting me and agreed. I wasted no time and place my dick on her pussy and rocked it along her unspoiled lips, slowly I moved the head of my rock hard cock in her love cannel as I did she cried very high and tear began to flow. Her pussy was wet and warm I easily reach her cherry but then I started slowly moving in and out making the moment build. I keep these up until I felt her getting wetter and moaning. I pulled out of her and turned her around and told her to lie on the bed. I climbed upon her and lay on top of her warm body. Whispered in her ear this was going to hurt at first then she would enjoy it. I then asked are you ready and she said yes and closed her eyes anticipating the worse. Once I was ready I told her to guide my cock in and let me know when she was ready for it. To my surprise she quickly grabbed my cock and lifted her hips to meet my meat. Once again I was in her wet virgin pussy but this time when I touched her cherry she rapped her arms around me and wanted it to happen. I pushed my cock in her breaking the last bit of resistance and make her a woman. One last push and pop she was no longer a virgin! She gasped and whimpered as I drove in slowly but deeper to the core of her being. Once I was fully inside of her I began pumping her. She was frigged at first then she started to match my rhythm. Moans of pleasure started filling my ears as we began our journey to ecstasy.

Her hands and Legs joined in and pulled me deeper into her we were now lovers. As I increased my speeded she started to cum, her words filled the air hell the whole house now knew what she wanted. Oh Fuck me Johnny, fuck me harder! Any thing my baby sister wanted, I went deeper and harder. I fucked her brains out and I loved doing so. Each inward thrust brought her new sensations. Oh my Goddd Johnny I am fucken cuming! Yes fuck me fuck me. Then she grabbed my hair and kissed me and looked right in to my eyes and through her heavy breathing said oh honey fucken cum in me now I need it so fucked bad. Hell I needed it too, I lifted her legs into the air between us and rocked her world. My balls demanded relief, I could fell my seed flowing up my shaft to victory and just as I shot my load I pulled her pussy onto my cock and yelled do you want it Deb tell me you want it now. She cried out Yesssssssss! I filled her up good. We held each other so tight we became one. Kissing her I was satisfied, she was not. She rolled me under her making sure I was still in her. She started to skews my cock with her pussy. In all of my life no woman had done this, I thought her pussy would bite my dick off.

She looked down at me with an evil grin. She would skewing the lips around my dick and lift her self up milking the last drop of semen from me. Her hands where on my chest and her feet flat on the bed. as she did this I stayed hard, hell she keep the blood in my cock with her hungry pussy. I was starting to cum again, I grabbed her legs and said I am cuming baby keep it up.

Some ware during this Mom and Suzy had entered the room and became Deb ’s cheerleaders. I heard mom say tare that Mother Fucker up baby while Suzy said hay sis leave some for me, all three started laughing. I must have passed out because the next thing I knew was Deb sucking my cock clean and saying bother I love the taste of your cock and cum, it’s my new lollipop.

Deb stayed in bed forcing our juices out and taking them to her mouth. I got up and walked to the door, I looked back at Deb and said I love you Sis, she smiled and said Johnny I too love you and am yours from now on.

Mom was now wearing a robe; I walked up to her and opened to admire her beautiful body. With out hesitation she embraced me and kissed as a lover. As I held her I said we need to talk. She followed me into the living room as I sat in what was once my father chair mom sat on my lad and snuggled in to my chest. I told her Betty was selling her ranch and was moving in here with our Daughter Angela. Mom continued to listen we are going to be a family and make this ranch work for us. Deb and Suzy will go to college and become what every they wish I am now the Head of this house hold and asked if she had anything to say.

Mom thought for a moment and replied. I love you son, and know you will always do what is best for our family. As far as Betty is concerned she has always been part of this family. She loved you so much she had your child my grand child. I was wrong at how I treated them and will make up for it when they move in. John, Suzy is in her room waiting for you. She and Deb have been on the pill for some time so don’t weary about that. Then she then looked at me with tender eyes, I am 37 and just as fertile as they are but I am not on the pill. I asked if she mite be pregnant by me, her response was so sincere, Would that be a bad thing honey? I said absolutely not mom, she smiled the largest smile I have ever seen and got up. She laughed and said well stud Suzy awaits you and I thank I will help Deb with some clean up of the Masters room.

As I walked past mom to Suzie’s room   I slapped her fine ass and kissed her cheek, there is always next time mom to make a baby! She smiled and oh yea stud. 

The following weekend I moved Keri into my house. Even though I put all of her stuff in the second bedroom, it was clear that she would share my bed. We had to keep up appearances for our parents. We were like a honeymoon couple. We were excited to be back together, and now in our own place

As soon as we were alone, Keri ran to my arms. I hugged and kissed my lover and sister. I quickly undressed her, and then myself. We fell into my bed and made love like we had not seen each other for years!

Afterwards, we lay there in the bed, basking in the afterglow of our hot afternoon sex. My arm was around Keri, as I lay on my back. She had her head on my shoulder, lying on her side, facing me. Her sweet breasts were pressed hard against my body and she was softly stroking my flagging cock.

“Jack”, she whispered. “I am the happiest girl in the world. I thought I had lost you. I’m so glad we are here together.”

I smiled, hugged her, and after kissing her, replied. “Yeah, Baby Sister, I missed you too. But, if we are going to live together, however, I insist on some rules.”

Keri looked at me, and asked, “What kind of rules? I’m already your sex slave, silly.”

“Well, that’s the point, Dear Sister. I want us to make sure we maintain that way of life. Like in the past, you are my sex slave. I will tie, restrain you when I want. I will whip and torture you as in the past, and no sex act will be too much for you. I guess we can say you do not have the right to say ‘no’.”

Keri smiled, “Yes, Big Brother, I know all that, and I accept your rules.”

“Good“, I commented. “Next, we are going to get your school grades up to where they should be. We don’t want mother and dad to insist you going back home because you grades did not improve like I promised.”

“I promise”, she said, stroking my now erect cock. “Is there any thing else Master?”

“Yeah, there is”, I said, pausing for a moment. “If the opportunity presents itself, I intend to engage in our “kidnap” games”, I replied

Keri paused, and the asked, “You mean you might give me to someone else to torture and rape?”

“Yeah, that’s what I mean. I really liked us doing that. I would really like to do it again, providing I find a person I want to share you with. Damon and Jerry have both moved away, so we can‘t include them in our activities.”

Keri was quiet as she continued stroking my rigid cock. Finally she replied, “O.K., if you really want me to, I will submit to you... I love you, Jack.”

Keri moved down my body, leaving a trail of delicious kisses until she arrived at my cock. She used her sweet pink tongue to flick the tip of my cock as she stroked the rigid heated shaft, causing it to throb with my heart beat. Teasingly, she slipped her soft sweet lips over the head of my cock, and started to suck it in earnest To add to the sensation, she cupped my balls with her hand, gently massaging them. I could not hold out long, and soon my cock erupted in jets of hot semen, filling her beautiful mouth. She managed to take it all, not losing a drop. It had been a long day, and with in a very short time we both fell asleep, my sister Keri with my cock touching her lips as her head rested on my stomach. Her soft dainty hand still gently holding my balls. It was wonderful to be together again.

The college year went as usual. I was doing well in my engineering and computer science classes, and Keri’s grades improved. By mid winter, she was ready to graduate from high school in the Spring. We continued to live together. We went to college functions as boy friend and girl friend. Keri looked so hot, a lot of my friends envied my having her as my lover. Little did they know I was living with and having fabulous sex with my beautiful sister.

During my next year at college, I turned 20 and Keri was 18. We were closer than ever, and at every opportunity I took her deeper into sexual slavery. By now I had purchased many bondage items. There were cuffs (leather and steel), the ever present ropes, whips, nipple and clit clamps, dildos and other paraphernalia to bring us both pleasure. Keri reveled in her sexual slavery. She was virtually my 24/7 slave.

In the Spring of that school year, as I was approaching 21 years of age, and Keri approaching 19, I met Eric. We met on the racket ball court, and became fast friends. Even though he was discrete, it was obvious that he thought Keri was one incredible woman. I liked Eric, and I started to probe his psyche to see if he would the right person to share Keri with. One day, at his apartment, I noticed some bondage porn books and BDSM videos in his closet. When I asked, he readily admitted that he was very interested in the subject of BDSM, but had never had a chance to pursue his desires.

I invited Eric to my house on Saturday evening, and told him to expect something very special in the area of BDSM. He tried to get me to tell him what the surprise was, but I held fast. He would have to wait and see. In the meantime, he and I had several conversations about BDSM and sexual slavery of women. From what I could discern from our talks, he probably thought I knew of a couple of hookers who would accommodate us.

I told Keri about the upcoming Saturday evening with Eric, and that I would be letting him participate in her slavery. She was a little apprehensive, but agreed to obey me. We had not done anything like this since we were in high school. Keri had met Eric and liked him. We both were excited about the possibilities.

Saturday afternoon came. Keri was given instructions on how to dress. She asked what the evening activities would be, but I kept her in the dark. I thought it would be better that way. I had her put on one of her string bikini swim suits. Over that, as instructed, she put on a black strapless bra and matching black lace panties. Then she put on a short skirted sun dress. The top of the dress resembled a halter top, the straps of which were tied in a bow at the back of her neck. To top this off, she put on a pair of black patent leather high heel pumps. Keri was very adept at wearing very high heel shoes as I required her to be naked, wearing high heel shoes, when ever we were alone. Once she was dressed for the evening, you could not tell that she had five layers of clothing on, including her dress. She was just dressed very stylishly, and very beautiful.

When Eric arrived, Keri was the model hostess. She served snacks and drinks, and was very attentive. Eric could not take his eyes off her. After every one had relaxed, I told Keri to go into the bedroom. There, on the bed, she would find a brief case. She was to bring it into the living room. She did as instructed. Eric asked about what was gong to happen. I told him to have patience and he would not be disappointed.

Keri brought the brief case into the living room, and put it on the coffee table. As instructed, she opened it. Inside were ropes, cuffs, gags, and other items needed by a man who “owned” a sex slave. Keri was told to take the penis gag from the brief case. This was a leather strap on which was mounted a rubber dildo. This is inserted in at slaves mouth, with the strap holding it tightly in place. The does a really good job of silencing a sex slave. Keri was told to put it on.

“Keri, make sure you pull the strap tight”, I ordered. She did as I asked.

“Now, slave, put on the steel police handcuffs, and lock you hands behind your back. Make sure the cuffs are tight”, was her next order. Keri did as I asked.

Eric was spell bound. Now standing in front of him was one very beautiful submissive woman, handcuffed and gagged on her own volition. He was silent, at a loss for words as he watched the evening unfold. At my instructions, Keri moved about, posing so Eric could appreciate her bondage and beauty. Her short dress and high heels displayed her great legs, while her breasts were pushed against the fabric of her sun dress.

I stood and walked to Keri. I hugged her and kissed her gagged mouth. While I was kissing her, my hand was fondling her breasts through her dress. Picking a strand of rope, I wrapped it around her elbows, pulling it tight and tying it off. Now her elbows were touching each other, bound tightly in the small of her back, causing her amazing breasts to push out from her chest, straining the fabric of her dress. I unlocked the handcuffs, and used another piece of rope to tightly tie her wrists.

“Eric, you have met Keri, the most important thing in my life, but now I want you to meet Slave Keri. She is my sex slave, and I do with her as I wish.”

Eric finally was able to speak. “Wow”, he uttered. “I never knew. Wow, She…Keri…uh, she…, Man she’s beautiful”. I noticed from the lump in his trousers that he had an erection. Keri noticed also.

“Eric, I have a surprise for you. You and I are going to play “strip poker”. The winner of each hand gets to take an article of clothing off Keri. When she is naked, then we will enjoy her.”

Eric replied, “Wow!”

I answered, “Quit saying ’Wow’, and go to the table where the cards are, and let’s play poker.” Keri was looking at me with a look of lust, and a little bit of trepidation. It had been a long time since I done something like this to her. I took her by the bound forearm and escorted her to the kitchen table.

Eric and I sat down at the table, while Keri was made to stand, on display, between us. Eric was excited, and Keri was submissively beautiful. Her pretty blue eyes watching her two captors. The first hand of cards were dealt, and after some maneuvering, I won the first hand.

“Keri”, I said. “Come here. I have won the right to remove your dress. Who ever wins a hand can remove an article of clothing from you. When the article is removed, you are to stand very close to the winner of that hand, as he has the right to enjoy feeling and playing with you body.” Keri nodded her head.

I removed her dress, without untying her. Now she was standing there in a black bra and matching black panties. Eric was enthralled. I sat back down and spent the next few minutes running my hands over her body, paying care attention to her breasts and pussy.

Time to deal the next hand. Eric was not a very good poker player, so I deliberately lost that hand, so he could remove an article of Keri’s clothes. He removed her strapless bra. He was somewhat disappointed that she had on a bikini bra underneath. Keri moved very close to Eric, and stood silently as he took every advantage of feeling and playing with her scantily clad body. Finally, I told him it was time for another hand of poker. Reluctantly, his hands left Keri, and returned to the poker hand he was dealt. Even as he looked at his cards, one of his hands was stroking her delicious ass and fabulous legs as she obediently stood there.

Eric won the next hand, and removed her panties, leaving her standing there in her string bikini and high heeled shoes. Again, Eric reveled in running his hands all over her body.

I made sure Eric won the next hand of poker. He stood up and walked behind Keri. He slowly undid the ties to her bikini top. The top fell away, and she was standing there with her magnificent breasts on display. Eric’s pulled her back into his body, his hands going around her body, grasping her waiting breasts. He spent nearly ten minutes playing with her breasts and kissing her gagged face. The bulge in his trousers were more than obvious. Keri’s bound hands were brushing against his painfully rigid cock.

The last hand of poker was mine. Keri was standing between us as I removed her bikini bottom. She was magnificent. I ran my hand between her legs to find that her pussy was hot and wet. She moaned softly as I pushed my finger into her heated passage. After a minute or two, finger fucking Keri, I turned to Eric.

“Now, my friend, come with me”, I instructed. I took my naked sister Keri by her bound wrists and escorted her to the corner of the living room. Reaching up, I took a hanging planter down from the eye bolt mounted in the ceiling. Using a long piece of rope, I tied one end around Keri’s bound wrists, and the other end through the eye bolt. I pulled on the rope, pulling it up tight, raising Keri’s bound hands and arms well above her, until she was sharply bent at the waist. I tied the rope off, forcing her to remain in that exposed position. Her beautifully smooth ass was now exposed to be fondled or whipped. Her awesome breasts were hanging, awaiting torment. Eric was just about to learn about the latter.

“Eric, this is my slave”, I said. “You told me you have never whipped a woman before. Tonight, you are going to be privileged to whip the most beautiful ass in this town. Here, run your hands over this sweet ass.”

Eric ran his hands over Keri’s exposed ass, and than let his hand drift down to her smoldering pussy. He slapped her ass a couple of times, as if to test the texture. He then ran his hand down to Keri’s hanging breasts. He squeezed them, and pinched her nipples. Keri squirmed, as best she could, as Eric twisted her nipples.

I handed Eric a multi-strand whip. He visually measured the distance of his stroke, and brought he whip across Keri’s upraised ass. Immediately, delicate pink striations appeared on the smooth skin of her bottom. Eric liked whipping Keri. She was softly moaning as her ass as assaulted. Eric expanded his area of attack, at my suggestion. He brought the whip down to Keri’s breasts. They shook and trembled under the attack of Eric’s whip. About the time that I thought he was reaching her limit of pain, I stopped him. While he was whipping Keri, I was undressing. My cock was so hard it hurt. I moved behind Keri, and slipped my rigid member into her steaming pussy. She moaned louder, through her gag, as she felt my cock invade her cunt. Eric was undressing as I was fucking my helpless sister. As he finished undressing, I stopped fucking Keri, and untied the rope that held her in the bent over position. Keri was disappointed as I had not brought her to a cum, that she so desperately wanted.

I told Eric to sit on the couch as I removed the gag from Keri’s mouth.

“Keri, my sweet slave, I want you to go to Eric and welcome him to our home with a well executed blow-job. Make it the best he ever had.”

Eric watched as Keri knelt down in front of him. He was speechless as she leaned forward and kissed and licked the pre-cum from the head of his cock. She then leaned in further, and took his cock into her mouth. Eric nearly passed out. As Keri was sucking Eric’s cock, I moved behind her, and slipped my cock back into her sweet pussy. This was too much for Keri. I fucked her savagely. Before she had a chance to get Eric off, she succumbed to my cock and climaxed. She lost control and let his cock slip from her mouth as she buried her head in his crotch while she had a massive cum.

When she came back to her senses, she looked up at Eric, “Oh, Eric, Sir, I am very sorry. I should not have cum without permission. I am sorry I did not bring you to a cum. I am very sorry.”

Eric started to say, ’Oh that’s OK’, but I intervened. “Slave, you know you will have to be punished.”

Keri hung her head, “Yessir, Jack, Sir, I’m sorry.”

Quickly, I picked Keri up and carried her to my bed. I promptly placed her in the middle of the bed, on her back with her bound hands and arms pinned beneath her. Using two strands of rope, I tied her ankles to the corners of our four poster bed, spreading her legs widely.

“Eric, we have a slave here that needs to be punished. Take this whip and whip her pussy so she will not forget her duties”, I ordered.

At first, Eric was hesitant. He had never whipped a delicious pussy of a beautiful woman before. He was up to the task however, and in a minute or two, had Keri crying, begging to suck his cock. I stopped him at the appropriate time. At my suggestion, he climbed on the bed and straddled Keri’s body. He moved forward until his cock was at her mouth. As she opened her soft lips to receive him, his ass was pressing down on her upraised breasts. He started humping and fucking her pretty mouth. Her lips wrapped around his erection as he fucked her face, with no mercy. In a moment or two, he came. The evening was nearly too much for him. His cock exploded in her mouth, sending jets of scalding cum down her throat.

The evening had gone well. Before it came to an end, Keri was fucked again by each of us, and she sucked me to a cum. After Eric left to go to his apartment, Keri and I showered together. She wanted to be hugged and kissed by me. She was able to give me another erection as she soaped and massaged by cock. I fucked her right there in the shower. She was wonderful sex slave, and I loved her.

Well, I am 32 now. I have an excellent career in engineering. Keri and I have moved to Chicago, and live together as man and wife. Everyone who knows us thinks we are married. She is become even more beautiful, and I am the envy of all the guys I know. It is a beautiful life, and I cannot imagine it being any different. Both our parents are gone now, so it is just us, and we love it. We know society would frown on how we live, but we don’t care. We are madly in love with each other.

Oh, yes, Keri is still my love slave, and yes, from time to time I share her with a very close friend or two. Yes, it’s an exciting and satisfying life.

THE END

It seemed that she spent a great deal of time in a bound condition. Tortures were in the form of mild spankings and Keri being bound in various and strenuous positions. She seemed to enjoy the action and was a willing “captive”. As time went on, and our games advanced, the bondage became more varied and strenuous, and the tortures became more painful. Keri would find herself tied, gagged, and mildly whipped or spanked. Keri never hesitated to be a captive.

As Keri grew older, her body began to blossom. Her black hair, blue eyes, and creamy skin looked great. In a bathing suit it was readily apparent that she had a nice pair of breasts, a tight ass and a great pair of legs. My friends were beginning to notice that Keri was a beautiful girl. It was all I could do to keep them in line. The fact that she loved wearing “short” shorts and mini skirts made her all that more appealing. I have to admit that there were many times when I looked at her, and especially when we were playing “captive” games, I was more than a little aroused, and spent a great deal of time trying to hide an erect cock.

One day when Keri was 13, almost 14, she was reading a book in which the heroine was captured by gangsters, and was tortured to reveal information on a rival gang. The bad guys undressed their beautiful captive, bound her and whipped her body. Other tortures were used as well as sexual abuse, including rape. I am not sure where she found this adult pocket book, but she brought it to me, her pretty blue eyes wide with questions. I read the book that afternoon. It was very exciting, and a turn on. After reading the book, I gave the book back to Keri.

“Is that what happens to girl captives, in real life”, she asked?

“Well…, yes…, that is true”, I stuttered.

“Wow”, was all she said.

Keri thought for a minute, and continued, “So if we were to really play our games for real, then that is what would happen to me.”

I swallowed hard, “Well, I suppose so.”

She looked at me with a serious face, “In the book, it seems that the men who were kidnapping her were really “turned on” with what they did to her. They liked torturing her, and making her do sexual things. Would you find that to be a “turn on” for you?”

Now what do I do. There were many times, especially after her sweet little body began to mature, that I would have loved to take her capture and “torture” to a higher level. But, she was my sister, and I had heard all the sermons about incest, so I did not. I have to admit when I placed her in bondage during our “games”, there were many times that I had an erection that was formidable.

I looked at Keri, trying to give a politically correct answer.

“Well, yes, I suppose I was turned on. You’re my sister and I have always been told that I should not have those feelings.”

“Would you like to do to me what those gangsters did to her? Would you like for me to be your prisoner to tie up and abuse with sex”, she asked?

Now, I did not know what to say. I thought for a minute or two, and then replied.

“Look, you’re my sister. I love you and I love our games. I do not want to do anything that would stop us from having the fun games we play.” I hoped that answer would defuse the situation.

Keri pick up her book, and replied, “Thanks”. She left to go to her room, and read some more of the book. I was glad for her to leave me a lone, because my rigid cock was aching to be released from my trousers. The problem was that we had talked about playing another “game” the next morning. Jerry and Damon, my two best friends were to come over and we were going to be gangsters and kidnap Keri. I did not know what to do. Keri had opened a big can of worms, literally. I spent a restless night, thinking about the conversation I had with her, and how much I would love to take our “capture” game to a higher, sexual, level.

Early the next morning, my hard working parents were off to work as usual. It was summer, and we were out of school. I was down stairs eating breakfast when Keri came down. She was wearing her bikini bathing suit. It was a delightful bit of nothing. My father had complained that it showed too much of her body, but my mother prevailed after Keri said that all the girls were wearing suits like that. I have to admit that it showed her off to a wonderful advantage. It was not a thong, but it sure came close. There was no doubt about how her sweet luscious body had blossomed.

“Good morning”, I greeted, and then asked, “You’re going to spend the morning around the pool?”

“Yeah, I thought I would”, she replied.

“Well, be careful, some gangsters might kidnap you and hold you for ransom.”

“You’ve got to catch me first”, she grinned.

My cock leaped in my pants. It was all I could do to swallow my bite of toast. After breakfast, I called Jerry and Damon and told them our game was off, and we would do it later. I had a plan that did not include them. Reluctantly, they agreed to the postponement. As I hung up the phone, I looked out at the pool and saw that Keri was already on a deck lounge, sunning herself. She lying on her stomach and had unhooked her bikini top so there would be no tan line on her back. Her bikini top was lying loose under her body. You could see the sides of her breasts as they were pressed against the lounge cushion. Her bikini bottom was tucked nearly into the sweet crevice of her beautiful ass. Her arms were down at her sides. I could not resist.

Quickly, I ran up stairs, changed into my swim trunks and retrieved several strands of rope from my athletic bag. I kept the rope hidden there for our “captive“ games. As I passed my dresser, I picked out some handkerchiefs. In the past I had used these pieces of cotton material to gag Keri when she was a “prisoner“. I eased out the back door and with as much stealth as I possessed, I quietly sneaked up behind Keri. In a second I was on her, grabbing her wrists and jerking them behind her. Quickly, I tightly bound her wrists together behind her back. As she struggled, I used a second piece of rope to tightly bind her elbows. She was supple, so it was possible to bind her arms to make her elbows touch in the small of her back. Now she was helpless. My cock was raging.

“Jack, my top is loose. It laying under me! Turn me loose so I can put my top on. Then I will surrender to you”, she exclaimed!

“No way, prisoner. In real life you would not be able to do it. You are my captive and this is for real. You have just been kidnapped. You’ll just have to stay like you are!”

Keri opened her mouth to protest. As she did so, I stuff a wadded up handkerchief into her sweet lips, effectively gagging her. A second handkerchief was quickly and tightly wrapped around her head and tied off to hold the gag wadding in her mouth. Now she was bound and silenced.

I got off Keri and looked down at my handy work. With pleading, yet excited eyes, Keri looked over her shoulder at me. Her eyes went down to my swim trunks where the bulge from my cock was obvious. I leaned down and grasped her strained shoulders, and turned her over onto her back. I stopped breathing for a moment. I was amazed at her breasts. They were substantial, and magnificent. With her elbows tied behind her back, they seemed to be enlarged, pushing off her chest. They were rising a falling with her agitated breathing. Keri was magnificent.

“Let’s go in the house, prisoner. You’ve been kidnapped, and I am going to torture you until you are ransomed!”

I pulled her to her feet. Picking up her abandoned bikini top, I forced her toward the house. As she walked I watched her breasts jiggle. She was amazing. My cock was threatening to explode. Keri kept looking at me, but at no time did she try to struggle or get away from me. The look in her eyes was one of arousal. As we walked, with me tightly holding her forearm, she would look down at my swim trunks, and the obvious bulge there.

Once we were in the house, I escorted her into the family room. I stood her in front of the couch, while I stood behind her. I could not resist. I pulled her back into my chest and ran my arms around her, with my hands grasping her breasts. They felt as good as they looked. Her nipples were rigid and the texture of her creamy breasts was of the finest silk. I could feel my cock pushing against her ass and bound hands. She did not try to move her hands, in fact, she feebly rubbed her hands against my cock, as well as she could with her wrists and arms bound the was they were. She did not try to struggle or get way from my ministrations.

I moved my hands down from her breasts, down her smooth belly to her bikini covered pussy. It was hot, and her bikini bottom was moist. The fragile bit a material was held by thing straps, tied in bows at her delicious hips.

“Prisoner, you have too many clothes on”, I announced.

I grasped the ties to her bikini bottom, and pulled on them, untying the knots. The bikini bottom fell to the carpet, leaving Kerri a totally naked and bound prisoner. As I touched her pussy lips, she sighed deeply behind her gag, and leaned back against me. Her breathing quickened. I turned her around to face me. I hugged her tight, pressing her firm breasts against me chest.

“Prisoner, you have been kidnapped. You are mine until someone ransom’s you. While we are waiting for that ransom, I am going to torture you.”

I lead her to the couch, where I sat down. I pulled her down across my lap to a spanking position. Keri did not struggle.

“Slave, I am going to spank you so you will know you are my captive.”

I started to spank her deliciously tight ass. My hand prints became obvious as I continued her torture. Keri squirmed, in doing so she was feeling my rigid cock pushing against her belly. After she began to whimper and cry through her gag, I stopped the spanking and began rubbing her enflamed ass. I allowed my hand to slip between her legs and touch her steaming pussy. She was soaking wet. I delved into her pussy, exploring this wonderful facility. Keri began to moan and moved with my movement. As I increased my manipulations, she started hump against my hand to moan loudly. Finally, her body stiffened and trembled as she had a climax. She could not stop. She just kept humping my hand. Her pretty little bound hands seemed to be reaching out to an invisible lover.

When she settled down, I picked her up and sat her on the couch beside me. Now was an opportunity to fully explore her wonderful breasts. I spent several minutes pinching and twisting her nipples, and in general exploring her magnificent tits. Keri just laid her head back on the of the couch and closed her eyes, lost in the feeling of having her breasts teased. I could hear her heavy breathing and soft moaning from behind her gag. It was time to move onto other things. I had an aching cock that needed attention.

I had watched a particular bondage porno movie, and wanted to try something I had seen on that tape. I got off the couch, and made Keri move to the center cushion. Using some more rope, I tightly tied a strand of rope around each of her delightful ankles. I then made her slide her sweet ass to the edge of the couch. Using a couch cushion behind her back, she was now in a semi reclining position, with her pussy right at the edge, almost off, the couch. Using the ankle ropes, I spread her legs, widely, and tied the ropes to the corner legs of the couch. Now Kerri was fully exposed, with her legs spread and her pussy open and vulnerable. I could see her bound hands pinned under her ass. She was totally helpless, watching with interest, already guessing what was going to happen to her.

When I acquired the rope from my athletic bag, I also retrieved a small whip that I had made. It was made of leather shoe laces, the kind that you find in your hiking boots. I had made a whip with thongs about eight inches long. I had thought this whip would be good for whipping Keri’s breasts. Now, I could see other possibilities. Her hot exposed pussy seemed to be begging for abuse. I reached down on the floor, where I had dropped the whip, and brought it up to use on Keri.

I sat next to her, and began stroking her soft inner thighs and pussy lips. This aroused Keri. She closed her eyes and was softly moaning behind her gag. Then unexpectedly, I raise the little whip and brought it down onto her exposed pussy. Her eyes popped open and she looked down to see what was stinging her most private area. She watched as I continued to whip here pussy. After a few stroke she started to struggle. I stopped, and again started to stroke and massage her cunt. She relaxed and enjoyed the pleasure. Again I whipped her pussy. Keri emotions were rampant. The pain and pleasure were mixing into one very hot experience. This continued on for about ten minutes. Finally, I stopped whipping her pussy. Her nether lips were swollen and red from the abuse.

I stood up, and dropping my swim trunks to the floor, I exposed my rampaging cock. Keri’s eyes went straight to it, and just stared. She was magnificent. My beautiful hot sister was magnificent. She continued to watch as I stroked it. As I watched, her, she trembled with excitement.

I dropped to my knees, and leaned forward to kiss her pussy. It tasted wonderful. I ran my tongue over it’s swollen silky surface. Keri was looking down, watching my every move. She moaned loudly as I placed my mouth to her sweet pussy lips and ran my tongue inside. She jerked and moaned even louder as my tongue flicked her sensitive clit. Within a matter of seconds, she was humping my face, cumming with a powerful force. As she was coming, I again used the short leather whip to abuse her pussy. It seemed that Keri was taken to an even higher climax with the pain of the whip.

As she was still moving with her climax, I knelt up and placed my cock against her abused pussy lips. As I started to push my heated member into her sweet pussy, she opened her eyes with surprise. She looked down at my cock and her pussy, and realized that for the first time in her life, she was about to be fucked! I pushed in a couple of times, and then pushed harder when I broke her hymen. She stiffened, but relaxed as I kept fucking her.

Keri’s pussy was hot and tight. I had never felt anything so wonderful. As I moved my cock in and out of her, it seemed that her pussy was grabbing me, squeezing my cock, trying to hold it in her. I was in a world of my own making, and it was explosive. Even in her stringently bound position, Keri tried to meet my thrusts into her cunt.

I looked at her sweet gagged face as she absorbed the feeling of my cock in her pussy. She was totally surrendered to what was happening to her. To add a little pain element to this scene, as I was fucking her, I was also gently slapping her breasts. They bounced and trembled ever so beautifully.

I kept watching her reaction. I wanted to cum with her. This was difficult, as my cock was ready to explode. In a short time, I could tell she was rapidly approaching her climax, so I just let mine go. My climax felt so good I thought I could die. My scalding cum pushed her over the edge, and she had another climax. We both just kept humping each other. It seemed to last for an eternity. Finally, I collapsed on her breasts with my cock buried in her sweet pussy. I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly as I kissed and sucked her nipples.

We both stayed connected for the next few minutes. Finally, I pulled my cock from her, realizing that I was still very aroused, and my cock had not receded! I decided to take advantage of this.

I reached down and untied Keri’s ankles, allowing her to close her legs. She was slow to do so. It was as if she wanted more of what she had just received. I took her from the couch, and placed her on her knees on the carpet in front of the couch. I then seated myself on the couch in front of Keri, with my legs spread on each side of her. My erect cock was mere inches from her face. I pulled her to me and kissed her on her gagged mouth.

“Prisoner, you have been tortured, but it continues. No one has ransomed you, so you will pay the price”, I asserted. “I am going to take your gag from you mouth, but you are not to say a word, or you will be severely punished, and the gag goes back in!”

Keri nodded her head as I leaned forward and untied the handkerchief holding the wadded cloth in Keri’s mouth. As I removed the gag from her sweet lips, I spoke to her again.

“Not one word. I order you to kiss the tip of my cock.”

Keri acted as if she was going to say something, but instead placed a wet French kiss on the tip of my cock, tickling it with her tongue. Without being told to, she kissed it a second time.

“Now, Prisoner, take my cock into your mouth and suck it!”

Keri, leaned forward to my cock, and just before she took it into her sweet mouth, she quietly uttered, “Jack, I love you.” She then slipped her mouth over my cock.

She wasn’t very experienced, but she had seen a couple of porno movies and she mimicked what she had seen. She sucked and lashed the tip of my cock with her tongue. It was is if she liked the taste of it and wanted to lick it all. It was more than I could stand. In a very short time I was cumming in her mouth. Out of instinct she started to swallow all of my issue. I was lost in a whirlpool of lust. I could see her, but I was in the ozone. I continued to hump, fucking her face, her beautiful sweet face. I had never felt that way in my life. No girl had turned me on like my own sister. In a very real sense, I loved her as my lover.

Finally, I stopped cumming. Keri kept my cock in her mouth until it receded. The whole time she was licking and gently sucking on it. It was one of the most wonderful feelings I had ever experienced.

Slowly, I let my softening cock slip from her mouth. I leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed back, ever so passionately. I helped her up from the floor, and sat her on the couch beside me.

With one arm around her, and the other squeezing her breasts, I kissed her again, and told her I loved her.

“Jack, I love you. I love you so very much.”

I asked if she were angry with me for “kidnapping” her.

“I was surprised, but, I love being your prisoner. Now, I really love it, now that it is for real”, Keri replied dreamily.

She continued, “Is this what is going to happen when we play our ‘captive’ games?”

Smiling, I replied, “Yeah, I think so. I want to do it for real, and this is the way to do it.”

I paused for a moment, and asked, “You’re tied really tight.. Do you want me to untie you?”

Keri smiled. “Only if you want to. I know you like this, and you did kidnap me, so it is up to you.”

“Well, sweet sister of mine, if that is the way you feel, then I am going to do it all of the time. You are going to be my permanent prisoner and sex slave. Even if you refuse, I will tie you up, torture you, and fuck you, anyway. Every chance I get, you will be my prisoner slave. You will have no choice. What do you have to say about that”, I replied?

“Jack, I love you.” Keri smiled and gently leaned over and kissed my cock.

Continued…

Mrs Hansen gazed down and saw the results of her manipulation and her eyes glazed over. "You are getting bigger," she said huskily. She reached out and grabbed my cock through the towel which by now was about to fall off, and stroked her hand lazily up and down my shaft. My dick was harder than I ever knew it could be. "You're a man now right Jason." "Well, I uh guess, I had my eighteenth birthday two days ago." Aw yes, that's right I remember your Mom mentioning that at work." The towel dropped and Mrs Hansen had my hard phallus in her bare hand and was jacking me quite nicely when she spoke barely above a whisper, "Have you ever had your cock sucked, Jason?" "No, I've never done anything." As she looked me straight in the eye she dropped to her knees right there on the ceramic tile in the foyer.

"Would you like me to suck you. Jason?" "Y y yes," I stuttered shaking like a leaf on a tree. Still looking directly at me she snaked out her tongue and licked the drop of seminal fluid that has gathered on the tip of my cock. I moaned and that seemed to spur Mrs Hansen on because she opened her mouth and sank the biggest majority in and started licking furiously. Meanwhile bobbing her head up and down until I could feel the beginning of her throat.

She removed my cock from the warm depths of her oral cavity and as she stroked it lovingly on her cheek she breathlessly asked, "Do you like that Jason? Is it all you thought it would be? I love worshipping you're strong cock." "Oh God, yes Mrs Hansen I love what you doing, it feels so good." "Jason, would you like to cum in my mouth and have me swallow all your young juice?" All I could do was moan, my mouth was too dry to speak so I nodded my head vigorously. She jammed my cock back in and swallowed. I felt the head sink down her throat and her lips were butted up against my pubic hair. She snaked her tongue out and licked everywhere she could reach. With her lips tightly wound she began sliding her mouth back away sucking furiously until just the head was still encased and her tongue flicked under the sensitive part of the crown.

"Oh God I'm going to cum, Mrs Hansen." She was already aware of this because she proceeded to take me into her throat and swallow. She reached and grasped both of my bloated balls and yank gently downward. Saliva was running from her mouth and dripped onto her testicle filled hand. She released me from her mouth and out of breath and eyes watering she spoke," Fill my mouth, Jason. I want you to cum in my mouth, I want your sperm, Jason, please." I was trying to prolong the ecstasy but to hear this 40 year old woman beg I could hold out no longer and my cock dribbled the first shot directly on her tongue The next shot like a cannon and lodged deep into her throat and Mrs Hansen wrapped her lips around just the head and sucked harder. She was not going to spill a drop of my semen and I just kept blasting. Mrs Hansen was swallowing all that I shot and when I was finished spewing and my balls were dry she nibbled lightly on the crown.

My softening cock slipped from her mouth and I looked down at Mrs Hansen. She was looking up at me and smiled. "You came so much, I didn't think I could swallow fast enough. What did you think of your first blow job, Jason?"

Before I could answer I heard a car door slam.

Or am I just imagining things again, the same way as I’ve done it every other day I’ve seen you here? You walk on, and I start to follow you. We walk like this for a while, and I’m right - you are walking the road that leads to my house. I start to walk a bit faster, but you don’t notice me until I reach you just in front of my home. And the chloroform doesn’t give you a chance to react.

When you wake up you’re still wearing your clothes, but your hands and feet are bound to the four-poster in my bedroom. You try to move them, but they won't move enough for you to defend yourself. My hands move freely on your clothes, feeling every one of your curves under them, then moving under the dress to finally touch your skin. You gasp, then finally realize what is going on and open your mouth to scream. You will not do this, though, as the knife I’ve picked up now makes you rethink your strategies. "Don’t try to move too much," I finally say. "We wouldn't want to cut you, would we?"

There is fear in your eyes as the sharp knife slowly moves along your body, then cuts through the straps on your shoulders. But you do not move. I lift your dress a little and make a cut in it over your breasts, then let it snap back down again. “No bra? I’m impressed.” You start to say something, but only gasp again as my mouth reaches your right nipple and my tongue starts its dance. Your left nipple soon finds itself in my fingers that slowly move over your breast, making the nipple as hard as my mouth is making the other one. And again you almost forget what is really happening to you.

Until you notice again that your hands and feet are tied. “What do you want from me?” This is what you ask as you finally gather enough courage to speak. Isn’t it obvious? Do you really not know? Don’t you see? “Isn’t it obvious?” I repeat my thoughts aloud. “I want you! You have been teasing me enough, and now it’s time for the punishment.” Another cut parts your dress almost completely, leaving only a small strip of cloth above your breasts to hold it together. My hands roam your body and you try not to get aroused by their movement.

You don’t want this to happen to you, but as I reach your panties, you shudder and they slowly start to get wet with your juices. You whimper under my touch as my hands are simultaneously moving on your mound and your breasts. “You’re a bad girl,” I say. “It seems you want more. Even though you think you don’t - your body says something else!” “No!” you shake your head. “Please! Please let me go!” you beg. “I won’t tell anyone! I swear! Just let me go! Don’t do this to me!” I cut the last piece of cloth that holds your dress together and it falls off your body. It’s now just lying under you like a plain blue piece of cloth.

Only your panties are still covering the most private parts of your body, but we both know it won't stay this way for long. My hands and mouth are now on your breasts again, but they slowly start to move lower, toward the last piece of your body still covered. I take the knife, again, and you want to scream as I cut the sides of the last piece of your clothing. What’s left of your panties goes flying somewhere behind me as my hands want to touch the forbidden zone. You gasp once again, and my mouth moves in to cover your cunt with kisses, to stroke it with my tongue. You moan out, unable to stop yourself, unwilling to enjoy this, but you cannot resist. You gasp, purr and moan under my mouth, my hands all over your body again. I stand up and quickly undress myself.

You silently shake your head, still asking me not to do this, but you know that it will happen anyway. And even deeper inside, you want this yourself too. I can see your body telling this to me. And so I move again to the bed, over you, and kiss you forcefully. I grab your breasts, I move my hands over your body again, and as you moan once again, I push in. And I fuck you, there’s no other word for it.

It isn’t making love, it’s just pure fucking. And it feels so incredible to be inside you. I’m moving in and out with increasing speed as I’m also moving closer and closer to release. I completely lose my mind in this amazing feeling and lean in to kiss you. I’m gone so far that I don’t even realize that you shouldn’t be kissing me back as you do just that. You shudder and moan into my mouth as you reach your orgasm and this also brings me to mine. I come inside you, never even thinking about the possible consequences.

Totally spent, I lay on top of you, until I gather enough strength (and mind) to pull out. With a tired hand I pick up the knife and release your legs, your arms. You turn to me and kiss me, and we curl together on the bed. “You owe me new clothes," you laugh and I nod my head in agreement. The last thing you hear before we both drift away to sleep is a question: “So, what do we play the next time?”

God, I really needed to shove something inside my cunt! I got up and walked over to the dresser. My hairbrush. The handle had a good shape to it, and I’ve used it before, but afterwards, it was going to need a good soaking to get my pussy juices off the bristles.

I laid back down and tentatively pushed the handle inside. Sometimes my cunt seemed ample, but other times–it was crazy–but it felt like a tampon would rub me raw. The handle of the brush had a bit of a curve to it, but it wasn’t shaped the way I wanted. I craved something not so tapered. Bored, I slid it in and out for a minute. It wasn’t doing a thing for me. Being seventeen really sucked.

For one thing, the hairbrush handle wasn’t nearly long enough! This time--my thoughts on Bobby and his big man-dick--I really wanted something that could prod around in my depths, the parts I couldn’t reach with a finger. I needed a carrot. I needed a cucumber. I tried to remember, but I was fairly certain the vegetable bin was empty.

Restless and edgy, I eventually fell asleep.

When I got to Bobby’s, he ran out to the car the moment his parents pulled up in the driveway. "Dido! Dido!" he yelled.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the house. "Hank! Hank! This Dido!"

He was introducing me. I put out my hand and smiled. "My real name’s Diane."

I was looking at a gorgeous young man, probably a year or two older than I was. He had dark, curly hair like Bobby’s, and his nose was a little more prominent.

"I’m Bobby’s brother. I go to Wazzu and I’m home from college for the weekend."

"Oh."

"We wouldn’t need a sitter, but I’ve got to cram for a test. I’m gonna disappear in my room. You won’t even know I’m here."

"Okay."

Hank grinned, "Anyway, he seems to like your company." Hank motioned at his brother.

I looked at Bobby. He was wearing filmy soccer shorts and his hard-on jutted out like a rhinoceros in the middle of a room. Don’t notice the rhinoceros!

Nervous, I acted like I didn’t know what the hell Hank was talking about, and I leaned over to Bobby. "You wanna draw?"

Hank disappeared into a room down the hallway. Weird. What kind of a brother would point out his embarrassing boner? I took Bobby’s hand. Maybe he meant something else. I couldn’t be certain.

We went into the living room where he had a desk scattered with his crayons and paper. There were new drawings hanging on his bulletin board. He pointed to one of a girl wearing a black and purple dress. "That Dido."

"That’s me? That’s great Bobby."

I pulled up a chair from the table so we could both sit together at his desk. I started making a picture of a race car, Bobby’s favorite sport.

"Aha!" He exclaimed, after a few minutes. With a bold black crayola he had drawn a primitive phallus and a girl with her mouth wide open and her teeth showing. He started laughing

Oh my god!

"Oh Bobby." Quietly I took his picture and shoved it under my drawing of the race car. What had I done?? Had he been drawing pictures like this since I was here three weeks ago?? I was mortified. "Here, honey," I said, "draw me a picture of the Indy 500."

He laughed and pointed at the picture that he already made. "That Bobby."

"Please, Bobby. Let’s draw Mark Martin."

Somehow I was able to divert his attention and he started a picture of his favorite driver.

Shit! I sat there, my heart racing. I knew the picture was primitive, but it was definitely his penis, all sprung, and it looked like he wanted to insert it into that mouth he had made with the pretty red lips. I was so embarrassed!

I got up for a glass of water and I quickly crumpled his drawing and threw it into the wastebasket.

I had really messed up his thinking! One of the things I liked most about Bobby was his innocence. He was like a ten year old and I hadn’t even realized he was almost my age until I babysat him last time. I cooked chicken soup and we ate it with saltines in front of the television. I sat, my stomach in knots and we watched Hee Haw until it was time for me to put him to bed.

I wasn’t looking forward to this.

"C’mon, Bobby," I said reluctantly, "Let’s get ready for bed."

Bobby hopped up from the couch, a grin stretched from ear to ear. I glanced down. His pants tented out. The rhinoceros had come back into the room.

No bath tonight. That’s what got it all started the last time. I pulled his covers back and found his pajama bottoms under his pillow. "Let’s get ready for bed." I said, trying to convince myself he was going to climb right into bed.

He started laughing. I turned and he had pulled off his clothes and was jumping around, his big dick bouncing around. "Ha ha!"

"Bobby!" I said sternly. "You need to get your pajamas on. Here."

I handed him his pants and obediently he started pulling them on. He awkwardly pulled them up to his hard-on and tucked the band under his balls, his magnificent dick springing out above it. "Ha ha!" He put his hands on either side of his cock and thrust his hips forward. He was admiring how long he’d made it.

And it was fascinating. I had to admit. The head was almost as big as a golf ball, and it was engorged and purplish. Then the scar from when he was circumcised, still a little pinker than the rest of it. Then his marvelous shaft, ridged veins that stood out. Under different circumstances, with a different person, in a different place, I would have been happy to fall on my knees at his feet and to take that beautiful dick into my hands and just stroke its length, marveling at the miracle that can make such a bold erection.

But with Bobby, I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I’d already messed him up. I walked over to him, and I pulled the waistband of his pajamas up and over the huge dick. Oh I wanted to touch it, to stroke it, to bend over and have him thrust it into my aching cunt.

Because yes, I was soaking wet. I could feel the gurgle of juices move around between my pussy lips as I crossed the room. Did my period start? I felt so wet, I wasn’t sure. But it wasn’t the right time of the month. Oh, no, that was my sex calling to me... Oh Diane, go ride this beautiful cock.

Bobby wanted me to play with it too. He pointed at it and smiled. "Dido! Dido!" He called, wanting me to notice. "Uhn-uhn-uhn."

Oh he wanted some more. Oh my god. What had I done?

I shuddered and mumbled, "No Ma'am, I play baseball for the school." She was still stroking my arm and I suddenly realized the effect she was having on me and the towel was starting to tent up.

Mrs Hansen gazed down and saw the results of her manipulation and her eyes glazed over. "You are getting bigger," she said huskily. She reached out and grabbed my cock through the towel which by now was about to fall off, and stroked her hand lazily up and down my shaft. My dick was harder than I ever knew it could be. "You're a man now right Jason."

 "Well, I uh guess, I had my eighteenth birthday two days ago."

"Aw yes, that's right I remember your Mom mentioning that at work." The towel dropped and Mrs Hansen had my hard phallus in her bare hand and was jacking me quite nicely when she spoke barely above a whisper, "Have you ever had your cock sucked, Jason?"

"No, I've never done anything." As she looked me straight in the eye she dropped to her knees right there on the ceramic tile in the foyer.

"Would you like me to suck you. Jason?"

"Y y yes," I stuttered shaking like a leaf on a tree. Still looking directly at me she snaked out her tongue and licked the drop of seminal fluid that has gathered on the tip of my cock. I moaned and that seemed to spur Mrs Hansen on because she opened her mouth and sank the biggest majority in and started licking furiously. Meanwhile bobbing her head up and down until I could feel the beginning of her throat.

She removed my cock from the warm depths of her oral cavity and as she stroked it lovingly on her cheek she breathlessly asked, "Do you like that Jason? Is it all you thought it would be? I love worshipping you're strong cock."

 "Oh God, yes Mrs Hansen I love what you doing, it feels so good."

"Jason, would you like to cum in my mouth and have me swallow all your young juice?" All I could do was moan, my mouth was too dry to speak so I nodded my head vigorously. She jammed my cock back in and swallowed. I felt the head sink down her throat and her lips were butted up against my pubic hair. She snaked her tongue out and licked everywhere she could reach. With her lips tightly wound she began sliding her mouth back away sucking furiously until just the head was still encased and her tongue flicked under the sensitive part of the crown.

"Oh God I'm going to cum, Mrs Hansen." She was already aware of this because she proceeded to take me into her throat and swallow. She reached and grasped both of my bloated balls and yank gently downward. Saliva was running from her mouth and dripped onto her testicle filled hand. She released me from her mouth and out of breath and eyes watering she spoke," Fill my mouth, Jason. I want you to cum in my mouth, I want your sperm, Jason, please."

I was trying to prolong the ecstasy but to hear this 40 year old woman beg I could hold out no longer and my cock dribbled the first shot directly on her tongue The next shot like a cannon and lodged deep into her throat and Mrs Hansen wrapped her lips around just the head and sucked harder. She was not going to spill a drop of my semen and I just kept blasting. Mrs Hansen was swallowing all that I shot and when I was finished spewing and my balls were dry she nibbled lightly on the crown.

My softening cock slipped from her mouth and I looked down at Mrs Hansen. She was looking up at me and smiled. "You came so much, I didn't think I could swallow fast enough. What did you think of your first blow job, Jason?"

Before I could answer I heard a car door slam.

Four months beforehand, Kathy, twenty-nine and Vikki, thirty-three had worn their wedding dresses for a breeding session with four overly eager black bulls. Our blonde friend had fallen pregnant shortly afterwards, though unfortunately and despite our high hopes, Kathy had not followed suit. It would have been perfect if she had. Regardless, that had been a very special day for all of us. While Bob and myself watched on, the men fucked both our wives over and over. Kathy certainly hadn’t forgotten the experience overnight. Once home even the mere sight of her torn and ruined wedding dress brought the memories of that day flooding back to her. I guess having those black studs dumping their baby-making seed into her unprotected womb was almost too much. Especially now with Vikki’s good news playing on her mind. For several nights afterwards I had awaked to find her groaning and grasping at the sheets in her sleep. As if reliving the whole episode.

Bob and Vikki had a lovely home. Very picturesque in a quiet woodland setting and we were glad we had arranged to stay with them until Sunday evening. At home, things hadn’t been so peaceful of late. Kathy’s domineering mother and father had been to stay. I never enjoyed their visits. Especially as they where always brow-beating Kathy for one thing or another. They just didn’t know what stresses their only daughter was going through. She was dealing with one of the strongest taboos. Becoming pregnant by a black-man and having his baby. A baby whose father would likely never be known to us. Nevertheless, having her parents there only delayed the inevitable. Kathy knew she would need a far more regular pounding to get in the club and it had been a relief for us both to see them go. We could hardly tell them the truth now could we?

On hearing the car, our friends came out to meet us. Bob in a red Hawaiian shirt that was so typical of him. His face sunburnt and his usual grin from ear to ear. Vikki, wearing a tight pair of yellow pants and a red top. She stood holding her hands over her now-swelling belly, so obviously proud of the early sign of her pregnancy. As we sat by the pool, I watched the two women sip their drinks and chat. I’d grown used to the feeling that Vikki seemed to eye Kathy at times, quite lustfully. There was no doubt in my mind that she had strong sexual feelings for her. Somehow it didn’t seem so wrong. Both such very different women, yet so alike in many ways. I guess you could say the same for myself and Bob. Like him I loved watching other men fuck my wife. I loved watching black men fuck my wife.

We sat on the patio, enjoying the sunshine and eating a light lunch. Bob was quite a cook and an excellent conversationalist though he remained quite secretive as to what was in store. Reached across the table I took my wife’s hand. Despite everything, this felt enormously erotic. Romantic even to an extent. Our marriage flashed into my head. Falling in love, the wedding, the honeymoon, our marriage and now this. I considered the fact that Vikki was now pregnant, and carrying the child of a black-man whose name she and Bob didn’t even know. It was quite probable that Kathy would soon be the same way. My pulse raced and for a moment I felt faint.

‘Are you alright Darling?’. Kathy’s voice was concerned and soothing. I nodded. Though even now I could see her own anxiety. Growing behind her eyes as she wondered what was going to happen. I guess we both knew the consequences but where willing to risk all. With two recent appointments at the OB doctor this was unmistakably Kathy’s most fertile time of the month. We all knew it. Especially Bob who had arranged everything to coincide with this precious few days.

Eventually, Bob suggested both women go inside to get themselves ready. They knew how much we liked them to look good. Especially when it was black men they were out to impress. As Kathy passed me, I reiterated to her how much I wanted to see her in something very short and very tight. She nodded, seemingly at ease with what she had shopped for and brought. Then we waited, enjoying the wine until they returned. Bob chuckled that it was going to be a lot of fun. I took the chance to ask him how he felt now Vikki had finally gotten the good news.

‘Great!’ he replied with a long smile, ‘Though I think you’ll find out for yourself soon enough’. We both knew he was right.

Vikki reappeared on the patio first and I was staggered. She had dressed herself in a white nurse’s uniform! Not one you might see in a hospital, but a very tight, very short number, one you’d see in a fuck movie. Very, very short and tight making it easy to see her round belly. She wore it unbuttoned down the front just enough to show off much of her magnificent, tanned cleavage. Her beautiful legs encased in thigh high white stockings with matching heels that finished the effect. Grinning for us, she posed, turning in a circle, showing off her beautiful ass and shapely calves. I found myself leering at her and my cock stirring. Bob and I smiled and applauded, although I still didn’t understand what was coming. They had both been very busy. Vikki, looking very pleased with herself walked sexily over to her husband, sat on his knee and drained his glass of wine.

Kathy took slightly longer and I knew she wouldn’t show herself until she was completely satisfied. She finally walked out wearing a very short, very tight low cut electric-blue spandex dress that stretched tightly across her breasts, thighs and ass. The colour of the dress showed off her skin to perfection. We both already knew what an effect her pale-white, blemish-less skin had with the blacks who had bred her before. They were wild over it. In addition she wore four-inch open-toed high heels. Bob whistled loudly and told her to turn for us. The heels accentuated her shapely calves. Smiling at us all, Kathy turned, posing for us while her hands resting seductively on her hips. She looked spectacular, statuesque and very sluttish. It was easy to imagine what effect she would have on her breeders today and I could tell that she wanted this session to work this time. Knowing that she would do whatever it took to make it work.

Bob drove the car while Vikki chatted loudly in the backseat. The giddy blonde was excited. It showed. My wife beside her, silently staring out of the window. The delicious guilt and shame she felt put aside for now. Her beautiful white, bare legs crossed and proving a remarkable sight. Her breasts, pressing hard against her low-cut dress, their size exaggerated even more by her trim waist. I wondered what was going through her head. Dressed like a real cock magnet and about to meet a group of men for the very first time. As we continued into the all-black section of the city, I knew that whoever was going to be breeding my wife this afternoon had probably never had a woman as classy or sexy looking as her. What did Bob have in store? High-rise ghetto-type apartments began to appear and lined both sides of the streets as young tough looking kids and dishevelled old men hung about the street corners. Our host had already reminded us to lock the car doors and even Vikki seemed a bit nervous.

‘Are you sure this is going to be safe, Hon?’ she asked her husband.

‘Sure’. Bob gave a reassuring smile but I could tell he wasn’t entirely sure either.

Shortly afterwards Bob turned the car onto a side street. Driving for another block and a half before pulling into a driveway next to a very run-down looking apartment building. For a moment I thought we were just turning around, but as Bob switched off the engine, I realised we had arrived. Kathy and I exchanged apprehensive looks that I can recall even now. Opening the car door, I got out and looked up at the flats. They seemed to be derelict until I noticed one of the apartments had washing hanging from the window. Kathy got out and stepped over to me. Taking care of the rubbish-strewn driveway, yet almost tripping and steadying herself on my arm. Although sexy looking, high heels were not the ideal footwear for a place like this.

Bob wound down his window. ‘I don’t want to leave the car here’ he called. ‘I know a place real close. You two go on up, its number 303, someone waiting for you’. I swallowed dryly. This was obviously a black part of town and what Bob asked us was quite a task for a lone, white couple. Particularly the way Kathy was dressed. We would stand out like a sore thumb and I wondered why on earth Bob had asked me to bring so much cash. My wallet feeling heavy in my jacket pocket. Vikki saw our fears and seemed to enjoy our discomfort.

‘See you in a while’ she said coyly as her husband quickly starting the engine. As they backed out into the street I wondered if this had been their plan from the start.

Resigned to our fate, I took Kathy’s arm and together we walked around to the front of the apartment, climbed the stoop and entered through the front door. Three youths, sitting on the stoop railing watched but did not speak or try to stop us from entering. Inside, the hallway, the elevator was out of order and boarded up, so we had to use the stairs. They were very narrow; too narrow to hold hands, though I could feel my wife’s apprehension as she went ahead of me. It was too late for her to turn back now. From behind, her skirt was so short I could easily see her sheer panties, the sight of her full, rounded thighs moving together and shapely ass made me want to reach out and touch her. We passed a couple on the first floor landing, a devilish looking man and a young woman gazed at us curiously.

‘Think you got the wrong mutha-fuckin’ place’ she laughed at us more in surprise than anything. Her eyes widened as her eyes fell on my wife’s outfit. ‘Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, sweet thang, you are some fine lookin’ piece’. I noticed Kathy stiffen. Keeping her eyes straight ahead, she was as fearful as I was. I guess we’d seen so much on the news about places like this. Together we carried up the three flights. The everyday sounds of life in the stricken apartments echoing around us.

At the top of the stairs waiting for us was a black woman of mid thirties with a full but shapely figure, rich-chocolate skin and thick short hair. With her cheap-looking short, tight purple dress and gold high heels she could only be part of what lay ahead.

‘Hi, Honey, I’m Latysha’ she smiled warmly, obviously impressed by Kathy’s body as she ran her eyes eagerly over my wife’s figure. We shook hands and followed Latysha's big round, sexy ass down the hall. Looking around this trash-strewn place as we walked on. I held my wife’s hand, her grip tight and the feeling she had of being here only enhanced by what was waiting for her. Many of the doors were open, enabling us to see into the cluttered filthy rooms. Black faces, old and young, male and female, eyed us curiously but guardedly. Some looks wary, while others quickly getting a greedy eyeful of Kathy. Televisions blared. Children stopped their play to stare. We were truly strangers here.

Latysha led us to the end of the hallway and a door marked 303. Kathy now had my hand in a tight grip. I could almost hear her heart pounding next to me. From inside we could hear the sound of loud male voices and I felt her smooth, warm body stiffen against me.

‘She’s here’ Latysha announced, as she stepped through the doorway and ushered us in. I remember gasping in shock. Both my wife and I having just had the surprise of our lives. Simply put, the room was full of black men. Each dressed casually though several were shirtless, showing off hard, sculpted, black-skinned muscles and several sporting jailhouse tattoos. Others wore vests and jeans. All apparently residents of this place and all wanting a piece of this white breeding. I had to think that Bob had clued everyone in on why we were here, an impregnating session with my wife. Kathy’s first response was one of stunned silence as the group leered hungrily at her. They were quite obviously very pleased with what they saw in front of them, and already looking impatient to get at her. Hungry eyes roved over my wife’s body, each, perhaps been made to wait longer than they had wanted.

I stepped back against the wall next to the open door and looked around. The living room itself was just large enough to accommodate everyone. A television, sofa, coffee table, a single chair and a lamp table were the only furniture. The heat of the place hanging in the air and mixing with the thick cigarette smoke. On the filthy carpet, though, was something that made my heart race faster. A bare, dirty mattress had been placed on the floor in the middle of the room. Newspapers, magazines, clothing and children’s toys lay discarded everywhere on the threadbare carpet. The adjoining kitchen, open to the living room, contained a worn looking table and four chairs. A middle-aged woman and a very old, shrunken-looking black man sat at the table, cluttered with food, beer cans, wine and whiskey bottles. I could tell from the way Latysha stood almost apologetically that this was where she lived.

Kathy hadn’t noticed that I had stepped away from her, and was now standing next to the mattress, on view for all. She stood before them, breathing somewhat rapidly with her nervousness. Her beautiful breasts rising and falling and her arms by her sides. It was impossible to read her expression as they all excitedly gazed at her. Silent and imposing. My wife’s eye falling on the mattress. Glazing as she realised just what it’s purpose was. There was nowhere to sit but eventually one of the men got up, allowing her a seat on the mangy sofa. As if transfixed she paused, overwhelmed and obviously intimidated by this large number of people. Ten or more including those in the kitchen. Glancing back at me as she stepped forward and took the now vacated seat. Everyone in the room watching and muttering as Kathy crossed her long white legs, caused her dress to ride nearly to the top of her thighs. There really was no turning back from this now.

These black men, I could see, were going to enjoy breeding my beautiful wife. I found myself excited, my heart racing, and my cock stirring as these events were starting to unfold in front of me. I had never dreamed of experiencing something as exciting, erotic and dangerous as this. Most of them, I felt, certainly had never had a white woman as gorgeous as Kathy before, so she was going to be a special luxury. They immediately began talking suggestively to her. As though already vying for her affections. Some more vocal than others but all incredibly stirred by the sight of the short, tight dress that was displaying my wife’s tits and legs to perfection. Their voices overlapping as they visually drank in her body. How I wished the people back home could see my wife now. Especially her parents who had raised her so well. Maybe I felt satisfaction too in the knowledge that Kathy’s mother had never taken to me. Never making a secret of the fact that we had waited too long for children. Well, maybe we could put that right today.

Even after several minutes had passed Kathy had barely said a word other than her name. She was smiling and doing her best though it was pointless. These men didn’t want to know her. They just wanted to take turns fucking her senseless and their looks proved it. A particularly confident looking bull in the seat next to her asked Kathy what she wanted to drink and called to the woman in the kitchen to fix a Crown Royal and Seven. He then placed his arm around her shoulder. His thick fingers meeting her skin. Smiling as his touch visibly affected her. I guess he was in his late 50’s. Carrying a few extra pounds yet strong and imposing. He was the leader around here, the Alpha-Male and I knew he would be the first to breed Kathy. In addition, a much younger man, probably in his early twenties and had to weigh well over 250 pounds, sat in the only chair in the living room. He looked a great deal like the alpha-male. Seemingly a little disgruntled that his father had staked his claim early to Kathy’s white pussy. The rest of them where of varying ages. A couple mid twenties, two with very dark skin. One with thick, heavily-muscles arms, covered with tattoos. The old man sitting at the kitchen table was now leering at Kathy as much as the younger ones. His chequered shirt hanging from his jeans. He had to have been in his late seventies, at least. Grey haired with glasses and seeing how he was eyeing my wife, I knew he wanted her.

A bottle of whiskey was now being passed around. An accompaniment to the open beer cans on the floor and the coffee table. The quiet talk of the men audible in places as they discussed the stunning, white woman between themselves. They seemed almost wary. Mistrustful as if they hadn’t expected someone like her. Kathy declined a cigarette but sat forward and took her drink from the woman. Her breasts pressing against the spandex dress. Attuned to the appreciative nods and grunts around her. It was so obvious they were looking forward to using her body. My wife’s short, tight dress and her smooth, waxed, white legs easily created a room full of stiff black dicks. Her eyes were staring straight ahead as the men around her grinned and exchanged glances of their own. She was ashamed to be here, I thought. However, whether she now wanted to or not, Kathy was going to be pumped full of their warm, baby-making seed before long. I wondered if she hated herself for wanting it. As if realising what I was thinking, she looked up, caught my eye, sipped her drink and put the glass down in front of her. She was here because she wanted a baby that wasn’t mine. A black baby. She wanted to be bred by black men.

Around me, I could see their aggressive looks. Several glanced at me with a combination of contempt and dominance. Looks that said,

‘ We’re gonna enjoy fuckin your woman’ .

An anger, impatience, and overall satisfaction over what was coming. Then there was a knock at the door. Latysha went to answer it and as she did a girl of perhaps 10 peeked in. She had bright, bold eyes and braided hair. Holding my wife’s eye for a moment and no doubt curious of the odd visitors that had invaded her home. Suddenly, behind her in walked Vikki with Bob. A chorus of wolf whistles, ‘oohs’, and ‘aah’s as our blonde hostess took off her coat and exposed her sexy nurse’s uniform. Those legs looked good. Real good. Especially with the short skirt wafting between the tops of her thighs.

Unlike Kathy, Vikki was completely unfazed by all the black men in the room. She had the mobs full attention. Beaming brightly as her husband quickly began setting up his camera. Running her eyes around the group of men and wondering where to start. With all eyes on her the hot blonde-haired woman walked over to the sofa. Bending over to show off her beautiful ass she took both of Kathy’s hands, and gave her a tender kiss on the cheek.

‘This is all for you, honey’, she said. I always enjoyed the way this lovely whore could not be intimated by anything. She always seemed so open and confident about what she wanted. Kathy, while looking surprised by the kiss, also seemed both relieved and grateful that her friend was here. The aggression and frustration in the room had had been growing minute by minute. Vikki then gave the confident man sitting next to Kathy a much more intimate kiss. ‘You don’t waste any time, do you Carl’, she sniffed, seeing how his hand was now resting high on my wife’s thigh. Kathy looked down as if she hadn’t even noticed she was being touched.

The impatience was growing at such a rate it was little wonder that one of the men walked over to Vikki and roughly began groping her breasts through the outfit. It had already begun and sensing this Kathy glanced around. Her gaze coming to rest on me. She knew what she’d have to do today. I returned her look. Hoping that she would one day be as much of a flirt as her friend. With his camera on his shoulder Bob filmed my wife from his knee. A second stud joining the alpha male in sliding their hands up and down my wife’s lovely crossed legs. Vikki was sitting on the big mans knee. Laughing out loud as he fondled her breasts. Already these horny, black bulls where splitting up, grouping around the two women and eyeing them keenly.

Vikki was unsurprisingly the first to taste some cock. Kneeling between the big mans knees and unzipping his flies. Already the others where taking off their pants. Some extremely large dicks bobbing free, stiffening and twitching in the heated room. Bob focused on his wife. Receiving a wink for his efforts as pushed out his ass. Pushing back her long hair she turned to face the camera, holding cock between her lips as her skirt rose up and up. Behind her one of the younger studs eagerly gave her butt a feel. Exposing her bright red panties fully and fingering her wet pussy through the silk. In no time he had them pulled apart. Sliding his finger in and out of her hole. There was a huge smile on his face, running from ear to ear. Vikki’s head bobbed eagerly in the big mans lap.

‘I’m sure you cock would feel nicer’ she grinned back at him. Returning to her oral work as the young buck quickly positioned himself on one knee and gently squeezed himself in.

I exchanged a grin with Bob. Knowing how both of us undoubtedly felt the same way. He was loving every second and to him it didn’t even matter that Vikki was already pregnant. Feeling vibrant and excited I turned my attention to my own wife. Expecting her to follow her friends example. The mob around her certainly felt so and with Vikki’s arrival they openly demanded the same entertainment. My wife looked intimidated by having those eyes on her. The trouble was that it didn’t come naturally. Not to a well raised, educated woman like her. The man named Carl was still touching her leg. Stroking his thick fingers to the very top of her thigh and just under the hemline of her dress. Eyeing her cleavage next. He wanted to get his hands on those tits. I could see it as could everyone else in the room. This had such a different feel to both the other times and this obviously wasn’t lost on Kathy. She seemed to realise just how real this all was. Her eyes glazing for a second. Beside her, the big man seemed to understand what was needed and slowly got to his feet. Vikki watched as did the rest of us as he roughly began unfastening his trousers.

There where agreeing murmurs from all. Calls of,

‘Train that proud white ho’. Carl letting his pants fall to his ankles and his big, brown cock bounce free. Remaining rigid and cross-legged, Kathy looked at his long, semi-stiff pole. She closed her eyes for a moment.

‘That’s it Lady’ he grunted ‘C’mon….suck my dick’. It was a demand more than anything and the others where similarly unfastening and unzipping around her. Kathy shifted forward to the edge of the seat. Swallowing dryly. He was stiffening already. Rising up in the air and fondling his heavy sack with his fingers as he looked down on my wife. Reaching out she took his cock, sliding her hand back and forth over his foreskin. Met with a chorus of claps as she opened her mouth and slid her ruby lips down over him.

Carl smiled, asserting his dominance as Kathy drew back and took him again. Soon she was bobbing, her hair moving lightly as she sucked. Eyes closed tight as black meat plowed deep into her mouth. The group encouraging and taunting. All smiles and now taking every opportunity to touch and fondle my wife’s body. Bob saw how Kathy was started and threw me a grin. Her firm tits at last being felt roughly through the blue dress. Filming her intently as she blew the alpha-males long, hard cock. He knew how much we liked seeing our wives give head to black men. Vikki was on her next stud. Kneeling amidst the group. Her head turning left and right to take dick after dick. They all wanted her. Yet she had always been a tease. Revelling in the effect her stockings and her sexy nurses outfit had on the horny bulls.

‘Yeah…oh yeah’ Carl’s voice was deep. His balls tightening and his cock finally falling from my wife’s lips. The mood was far more aggressive. Groaning and laughing out loud as Vikki tits where lifted from her outfit. The two white whores entertaining their black masters. Dark hands already cupping and squeezing the horny blonde and playing with her small hard nipples. Carl stepped back allowing the rest to step in. his hands on his hips as he watched them jostle. The first stiff dick ramming hard and deep into Kathy’s mouth and pushing her head sideways as he bulged from her cheek. A smile was on my face as he found his composure and began briskly fucking at the back of my wife’s throat. All around the room men where jerking off and waiting. One, dark skinned stud, showing several gold teeth squeezed each of her breasts in turn through the dress. I liked seeing that. I truly did. Behind the sofa a second pair of eager black, gold covered fingers rolled down over her bare arms. Moving gently over her smooth skin. She didn’t move at first though it obviously affected her to be touched and groped through the dress. The growing urgency. It visibly excited them to see how she reacted. Submissively agreeing to whatever they wanted.

‘Suck my cock baby…dats good’. I returned my view to the latest 8" black dick being pushed firmly into my wife’s mouth. He was big and very thick. His skin was the darkest of all of them. Offset perfectly against Kathy and the deep red of her lipstick. Her lips slid back and forth, almost lovingly over his cock. The gold on his hands standing out on his hands as he pushed back her hair. Enjoying the effect their authority clearly had. Kathy swallowed dryly, closing her eyes for several moments as she contemplated what was happening. Looking around the four huge erections that waited hung around her. With a sudden urge a pair of black hands took her dress by the straps and tugged it neatly down over tits. Immediately they began lifting and feeling her. My wife closing her eyes as Carl reached across and squeezed her round, flat nipples in turn. Slowly, she took the next. Holding the base in her fingers and guiding his dark meat in, pausing as she slid him back over her tongue. Kathy’s eyes where open and staring ahead as she began to slide him in and out. Taking over and wanking with her hand as well. He was so big. A second took her wrist, guiding her free hand to his own throbbing meat. Everyone wanted a piece of the two women. Moving between them. Vikki’s head still bobbed energetically, receiving loud encouragement from the group around her. Not least from the old man whose big cock was hanging literally from his flies.

Kathy was slower. Sucking cock almost lovingly, though she drew force gasps of pleasure as she blew. Her lips spreading wider around his girth on each stroke. At last his well-sucked dick fell free. My wife’s lipstick still perfect but glistening as the next hard, black dick was forced deep into her mouth. Making her eyes flutter and lasting only 4 or 5 stiff strokes before a third took his place. There were just so many of them and now the groups where mixing. I think Kathy knew what she was in for as they pressed against her. Fondling her tits and legs. Their wet dicks hanging in her face. She was on their turf now and they would treat her however they wanted. You only had but look at their cruel, horny faces to see that. Vikki cast a rueful smile my wife’s way. She enjoyed seeing Kathy getting used as much as any of us. Turning back while the next horny stud all but fucked the blondes face. Grunting obscenities. His heavy sack slapping against her chin as she took him nearly the whole way. All under the watchful gaze of her husband, his camera in hand. Both groups demanded the women suck and pleasure them. Almost a competition between the two. Inevitably my wife’s head seemed to jolt back as her lips hung open to receive them each in turn. Her hands reaching up, wanking and jerking as best she could.

I was suddenly aware that Latysha was standing by me. She had been standing by. Much as I had been in watching the events unfold. For now all the men obviously preferred to warm up with Kathy and Vikki for now but she seemed eager to join in.

‘You gonna be leaving something here too?’ she said putting out her hand and touching my cock through his trousers. I smiled and she followed my eyes back to where my wife’s head was again bobbing once again in the alpha-males lap.

‘That’s Carl’ she grinned, ‘you know he’s got 8 kids with 5 different women in here. Even little Sky there’. I looked down as Latysha nodded towards the young girl still peering around the doorway. ‘Yeah she’s his’.

‘You know mister I can suck your cock real good’ she offered. ‘Don’t worry bout your wife. Carl’ll do her just fine’. I swallowed thinking of all the women this man had bred. Was it true? It suddenly seemed so real and I looked down to see Latysha already unzipping my pants. Her big lips fastening around my cock as she started sucking hard. It felt warm but good. Harder than I was used too. Enthusiastically she blew me, keeping her big eyes up at my face. When Kathy finally sat back up Carl’s dick looked wet and her eyes where slightly tearstained. In front of her another was waiting for attention. His shaft a hard black erection and obviously demanding some of the same. Black hands moving all over her. Shaking back her hair as she told hold of the next big dick and calmly slid her lips over his cock.

I heard Vikki laugh out loud. This was going to be incredible and all I could do was watch. With a gasp I unloaded into Latysha’s mouth. Breathless as she spat onto the floor, stood and gave me an approving pat on the arm. Then she went over and knelt between two unattended studs. One the elderly man who quickly began touching her. He was keen. Very keen. I was so into this, partly from the blowjob I’d just received that I hadn’t noticed the door was now open. Two black women stood in the doorway beside me. I could see others in the hall and suddenly felt amazed that a crowd was forming. The young girl Sky, played around ones knee as they watched the scene unfold. Fastening myself up I knew that they were probably the wives or perhaps girlfriends of some of the men. One was smoking and both had smiles as one of the other men was sliding his cock back and forth in and out of Kathy’s pristine mouth. He was the same that had roughly face fucked Vikki previously. Now he was giving my wife some of the same. Making her hair shake and her eyes screw tight as he expertly fucked her lips.

‘Yeah suck it bitch….suck it’ he grunted. His hands behind Kathy’s head. Making her struggle for breath as his size met the back of her throat again and again. He gasped as my wife’s hands pushed weakly against his thighs. His big balls bouncing forward. Sighing something incomprehensible. Behind him Vikki was sitting on the sofa arm with her husband beside her. By now she was blowing two different dicks at once while Bob snapped pictures. Her legs where pushed apart and the younger stud was acrobatically fucking her. The blondes tits hanging out and joggling under his strokes. For now the men where keen to fuck Vikki. Perhaps saving Kathy for later.

‘She’s been teasing you guys hasn’t she’. I was a little surprised to hear our friends breathless voice. Straining under the big cock in her cunt. Her eyes lighting up when she noticed the group standing at the door. Vikki was such an exhibitionist and I guess she was right. My wife had been teasing them and was now sucking on her next dick. Her eyes closed tightly as she rolled her tongue and lips back and forth over him. How could this ever end? It was so hot in the room. Bob opened a window, raising his eyes to me at the awesome sight going on. Both women gave head and Latysha joined in. Her purple dress roughly pulled down over her tits. All three drawing appreciative sighs from the men as their bodies where fondled and touched.

Several other people gathered around the door. I could see them in the hall. Leaning over and peering in to see what was happening. All ages. From the room there where more urgent murmurs. At last Denny (Carl’s son), led Vikki over to the mattress. The blonde gave the massing group at the door a wink as she lay back. The support squeaking as she lay back and allowed the big man to part her legs. Bob stood over, capturing every moment as he penetrated. His heavy thrusts causing both Vikki and the mattress to jerk back. Pausing, he expertly threw open her outfit, exposing her round, tanned tits. Shifting his weight onto his arms as he began pounding her hard. Vikki croaked submissively. Encouraging as his heavy balls bounced up and down. Meeting her powerfully.

Kathy had paused. Taking the glass from the table she swallowed the whisky down. Maybe watching Vikki getting fucked like that made her realise that she was next. With a gasp on satisfaction Denny shot his load. Getting to his knees and making way for the next one. Seizing his chance the young buck began hammering the blondes pussy too. Balls deep and quick explicit for those of us clustered around the door and far wall. Vikki’s hands draped around his neck as he grunted and gasped his derision. His teeth clenched tight as he unloaded his sack. Drawing back his dark meat and surprising us all as his fresh white cum gather quickly at Vikki’s cunt hole. The blonde rose to her elbows. Looking down between her legs with delight.

‘Sure feels warm Hon’ she grinned at her husband. Letting her gaze rest on Kathy. It was time for my wife to get some well overdue fucking in.

Carl stood, his cock erect as he reached out his hand. Kathy took it, standing as the horny black bull led her over to the mattress. He had a big smile on his face and my wife’s breasts wobbled freely as she tottered on her sexy high heels. Kathy looked a little unsteady. A combination of the strong drink and the number of excited men waiting to fuck her. She was now the centre of attention. Right through the apartment and back to the crowd looking in through the hall door. Vikki called the woman in the kitchen to come help as she and Latysha stood her at the foot of the mattress where everyone could see. This new woman, I quickly found out was Carl’s wife. She didn’t object to any of this because it looked like Carl had beaten her down into a submissive role over the years. It was so obvious. She stood on one side of Kathy, a stark contrast to my wife, so mousey and so plain in a dirty housedress. Though I imagined she’d looked hot at one time.

Kathy cast a long, oddly calm look around the men. A look which ran and lingered on every hungry face. Finally coming to rest on Carl. His stiff and eager cock ready for action and enjoying the sight of her wonderful body. He was first. No doubt about it. Under Vikki's watchful gaze they pulled Kathy’s dress down to her ankles. Her panties following suit. Finally tossing them onto the sofa. Kathy’s face glazed over as the mob broke into an extended and audible groan. Black stud’s cock throbbed stronger and their ball sacks grew tighter. Vikki stepped forward and with a leer on her face, she slowly turned Kathy slowly in front of the crowd.

‘She is hot isn’t she’ the blonde groaned, ‘and such nice tits’.

The dirty, old mattress looked ready and waiting for this much anticipated session. I noticed the black woman smile, her fingers touching and lingering on Kathy’s beautiful, round, flat nipples. They responded immediately, beginning to harden and swell. My wife stiffened slightly with embarrassment. Several, including Carl, were stroking they’re magnificent black cocks as they watched Kathy being stripped for her mating session. Her unprotected womb was the focus of today’s session. These studs had a job to do. Vikki called again for Kathy’s glass and my wife took a rather long drink from it. I could see my wife beginning to enjoy it. So many, male and female alike, leering hungrily at her. She was so unused to alcohol. Only rarely did she taste wine. Now naked but for her high heels. I don’t know about you but I love watching women getting fucked wearing their shoes and was pleased that they left them on. I was never so proud of my wife.

The something quite remarkable and unexpected happened. Vikki, suddenly turned and kissed my wife on the lips. When I look back I should have expected that she would one day make her move. In that moment, as their mouths met, Kathy was probably too surprised to overcome with the moment to know what was happening. Vikki stepped back, licking her lips and clearly enjoying the taste she had of Kathy on her mouth. By then my cock was solid again. Despite the earlier blowjob I’d received. I wanted to watch the two women kiss more passionately but there was a room of black men more than ready to go to work.

Latysha and Carl’s wife helped Kathy lie down on her back. Her flawless beauty was such a contrast to the filthy mattress.

‘Make sure you all use this white whore nice and hard’ Vikki laughed. I kept thinking of the baby growing inside her. Realising that she wouldn’t be happy until both she and Kathy where pregnant. That had been her goal from the start. The mom-to-be stepped back, almost walking into Denny. His huge bulk standing still as she grinned, dropped to her knees and took his cock to the back of her throat. Again bursting into laughter as her lips where roughly spread. It seemed nothing was too much for her. Stretching the back of her throat with a thick girth.

My wife looked across at her, almost unaware that she was being prepared for Carl’s cock. The big man standing over her. Sporting an erection which stood proudly in the air. His meat thick, long and circumcised; the fat hard head lighter in than the rest of his pole. She wanted it. Most crowded in closer to get a better look. All the black faces leering down at her. I looked around the room and noticed that many more people were looking in through the hall door. A half a dozen women, some with babies looked on. A gap had been cleared in the room so they could see. I also noticed that several young boys and girls had slipped into the apartment, had quietly moved around the room, and were perched on the back of the now empty sofa, with an unobstructed view of Kathy’s upcoming breeding.

How long would it go on? How long until all these men had used my wife to satisfaction? The mattress squeaked as Carl quickly and confidently got between her legs. Her high heels hanging helplessly in the air the black bull mounted her body, his enormous cock aiming straight at Kathy’s waiting and very fertile pussy. Everyone grinned as my wife’s cunt did look deliciously inviting. So wet and needy of fresh sperm. The look on her face a picture as she caught my eye. He lowered himself onto her fully; the mattress groaning, his elbows alongside her body, and leaning down to put his heavy black lips over hers. Forcing her mouth open Carl began to grind his lips against hers, his tongue entering her mouth. If Kathy was apprehensive, this move put an end to it. Within a minute she was returning his hard deep kisses, her arms going up around his neck and pulling him down onto her. The sound of their embrace was quite audible to all. Kathy began to moan softly. Carl had clearly touched a nerve with her. And very quickly. He finally broke the kiss, pulled his head up and announced to the crowd,

‘this bitch is so fine’.

As Carl reached down for his long black dick and guided it towards Kathy’s hole she smiled at me. Only a curl of the lip but it was enough. In that one look I knew how much she hoped for this. Suddenly grimacing as he penetrated. Her arms tightening around his back and her legs bobbed under his first attempts. A defeated, slow moan as his long cock pushed through, forcing her cunt lips wide. Gritting his teeth I watched him sink into her. Inch by inch. Having to work a little at a time. His dick was big and Kathy had to open wide to take him. Working deep with supportive murmurs coming from the group behind him. I could see pain etched on her face, but I could also see lust as well. She already loved this breeding. With a moan Kathy spread her thighs a little wider and was immediately filled up with another inch or so of Carl’s cock. Her mouth falling open as he began humping steadily. Stretching her pussy and working her good. Certainly no love in his fucking as he brought desperate gasps from my wife on each firm stroke.

Kathy closed her eyes tightly. Turning away and knowing she wouldn’t be tight in her pussy for very long. Her hands remained steady on his back as he fucked deep with short gasps, his heavy balls swinging and meeting her body on every thrust. Driving his cock into her with all the force he could. He was not going to waste any time now. He was going to hard-fuck her and shoot his seed into her as far as he could. He leaned down again and began roughly kissing Kathy, sucking and nipping at her. Inhaling deeply her perfume. She soon took up his urgency, because she started kissing him back just as hard. Groaning and whimpering loudly. The shuddering of her breasts an indication of the power in his strokes. She raised her gorgeous white legs and wrapped them around his torso, ankles locked together. Keeping him in. In deep. On the sofa Vikki and Latysha where again entertaining the next studs. Their mouths busy as Bob moved between them. Carl was slamming hard into Kathy, pressing her into the mattress. Both of them were now deeply enjoying this breeding.

‘Oh yes…use me…use me..’ Kathy groaned, spurring her black lover on. The gold band on her finger catching my eye as between her legs the black studs hips romped back and forth. He was doing just that. His big dick loosening her up as for his friends as he drove in almost to the hilt. Passing in and out, in and out. With a gasp Kathy reached orgasm. Her body and particularly her legs stiffening as she came. Then began a rhythmic almost cruel surge to his fucking. He meant every stroke. Just like the other men who where all standing around, waiting their turn. Vikki grinned over her shoulder. Now kneeling alongside Latysha who seemed far happier giving head than going all the way. Bob was taking pictures of them side by side. Our friends blonde hair bouncing against her back as she took them. Latysha too winked at me. The two women seemingly impressed with each others efforts. They both knew how to give head. Vikki had a wicked look on her face she had a dick in each hand and was sucking them both off, much to Bobs delight. Tickling the heavy cock heads with her tongue and drawing appreciative sounds from the men. She gave head with such enthusiasm. Really loving black cock. Her mouth sliding and taking each deep.

Kathy’s legs where still wrapped around Carl’s waist. The whole mattress jerking sideways as he ground to the end. Both where groaning along, gasping at every opportunity.

‘Oh put it in.….put it in’ she whimpered, surprising everyone with her outburst as her face contorted under the strain.

‘Fuck..fuck fuck yeah!’ Carl stammered in reply. Her hands tightened into fists and she cried out loudly. Over and over. Bucking hard up against Carl. This was all he could take and he began to cum as well. I could see his ball sack, very tight, start to spasm, as he started to shoot his baby-making sperm into Kathy’s waiting and unprotected womb. His steady humping subsiding. There was something in her face. Some emotion I clearly recognised. She actually enjoyed having him come inside her. Perhaps hopeful that she had just met her black baby’s daddy. Without a word he pulled himself free and I noticed Kathy grimace slightly as his cock came free, her cunt quickly closing behind him. With a final kiss, Carl pushed himself up to his knees and pulled his glistening cock out of Kathy’s pussy. A long thick string of sperm looped from the head of his cock to her bare, slick pussy. The string finally parted to fall on the mattress between Kathy’s legs. As soon as he was out the next moved in. This was how it should be. A beautiful white women being bred by hard, black men.

Denny was next. Despite having only just fucked Vikki the young man was clearly staking his claim. Carl’s son already aggressively taking up the space left between Kathy’s legs as the 250 pounder jacked himself stiff. A big grin on his face as he obviously enjoyed his work. With so many kids of his own who could blame him. I felt a sudden wave of pleasure as I realised Kathy may well be the first white women he knocked up. My wife looked up at him as he mounted her. Half a smile on her face. I wondered if she could feel Carl’s’ sperm sitting inside her. Squeezing her fist tight my wife watched him as he dismissively parted her legs. Lowering his weight on top of her and penetrating. The mattress groaning under the weight as he slid his cock into Kathy with one slow stroke. The walls of her cunt graciously accepting his dick. Maybe oiled from the wad of Carl’s come. She could feel that next big cock up inside her, placing her legs neatly around this new man. Willing to be bred.

From the beginning Denny’s heavy balls slapped soundly against her. Kathy couldn’t know yet that he had fathered so many kids. She held his back firmly. Her fingers torte. I was already wondering which of these studs if any, would be the one to successfully breed her. Having returned, Carl was already kneeling, wiped his wet cock all over her cheek and lips. Forcing her to taste herself. The sweat and heat of the room showing plainly on his forehead. Much to the delight of Vikki and Latysha who where doing their best to entertain the rows of queuing bulls. Kathy’s eyes stared up at the ceiling as her body moved back and forth between the two. Denny, sweating, his skin wet. Planting his hands on either side he was fucking her full pelt in no time. My wife’s whole body rocking back under his strokes. All under the watchful gaze of those around me.

Kathy looking dazed as she was used. Looking up to the face of Denny. One of the youngsters was kneeling, groping her firm breasts in turn. His eyes bright as he touched her smooth figure. Kathy’s eyes seemed to flutter and she came again, pushing back her head and shutting her eyes tight as her second orgasm ripped through her. When she opened them she was still being fucked. Denny hung over her, grinning down and admiring her body. What a treat this was for him. The sweat rolling down his brow and collecting on his back. His big hips pumping and forcing my wife’s breasts to bounce heavily. Rolling on her chest as this latest black bull laid into her. Already there was a large wet stain on the mattress. Evidence eof my wife wife’s orgasms. I noticed Latysha smile at me. She had been there before undoubtedly. Being bred by the huge man. In fact everyone seemingly knew what this was about and as if proving a point Denny flooded my wife’s hole with his sticky, baby making jelly.

I watched it suddenly ooze out around his cock while it was still in. His heavy groans of relief standing out. He left it there for what seemed like several minutes, breathing heavily before he withdrew his oily long dick. Unsurprisingly the round, dark head showing traces of come as my wife’s cunt lips finally gave him up. Bob noticed and snapped a picture as Denny wiped his cock clean on the discarded dress.

‘Damn Kathy…did you feel him cum in you?’ he said, leaning over my wife’s face. A pat on the back and the next one was in. Effortless pushing Kathy’s cunt lips apart and stretching her around him. Forcing Denny’s ejaculate out and onto the mattress as he began slugging home.

From the doorway, the two young blacks from the front stoop came in and hurriedly stripped off their clothes. Both hungry for this action. There was little doubt that the news was spreading through the building. They couldn’t have been older than mid-teens. Obviously respected, One of the two teenagers took the next turn. Drilling my wife hard and deep and looking happy to be screwing a 29-year-old married, white woman. Her cunt was sopping wet, cum leaking heavily down over her ass. Thick white strands dribbling from her cunt-hole as his stiff young black cock pounded into her. Around me at the door people where exchanging places. All eager to get a look at this black gang-bang of this white-woman. His friend, standing nude next to the mattress was slowly stroking his large black cock, waiting his turn. Suddenly, he gave a short yell, and climaxed hard, jerking and shooting a long, thick stream of his silvery sperm over Kathy’s calves and the backs of his friend’s legs. Although he was very angry for cumming too soon, it didn’t stop him from splashing several more gobs of cum onto Kathy’s thighs.

Most where standing around. Waiting for a turn or simply jerking off. I had seen at least three come with Vikki and Latysha. The black woman in particular showing evidence of come across her cheek. Several more of the younger studs followed, fucking Kathy hard and pumping their seed into her. She had climaxed with each of them. A drained and almost dismissive look on her face. A wide dark stain had now collected under her ass. The overflow of their seed and her lubricating fluid. Kathy’s bare legs had splashes of sperm clinging to them. My slut wife was soon on her fifth then sixth fucking. Her cunt looked wet and very well used, with cum already leaking from her body. By then they where pressing effortlessly into her. The white strands dribbling from her hole as his stiff dick pounded in. Such a contrast to her skin. Around me at the door people where exchanging places. All eager to get a look at what was happening.

‘Tell him what you want’ Bob encouraged. He was photographing her, a stern tone to his voice as Kathy struggled to take a very big dick. Thick and long, just like the rest of them.

‘I want it…I want it’ she gasped almost delirious. It looked good to see her legs roughly pinned apart and her cunt being pumped with each full, black length. She looked up as him as he bred her. Feeling in each of his hungry strokes.

‘There you go’ he, his voice rising as he came. Kathy turned away to face the wall as he pulled free and pushed two of his thin fingers into her hole. For several moments he fingered her. A smile on his face as he did it. Effortlessly to the knuckle until her pussy released a bubbling ball of hot, fresh sperm.

Two men helped Kathy off the mattress. Leading her to the sofa while Vikki took up position. She was getting fucked in no time. You only had to listen to her groan and encourage. It was truly something. It was the elderly man who having seized his chance gently fed his cock in and out of my wife’s mouth. He was big. His heavy ragged balls matching his wrinkly face as he grinned broadly. Kathy coughed, choking as his cock wedged a little deeply in her throat and with a grin the man felt my wife’s firm, fresh tits.

‘What do you think of it?’. Bob was beside me. A look of disbelief on his face. Perhaps from the sheer number of men in the room. Jostling over the women.

‘I’ve never seen anything like it’ I replied. It was true. There were ten or more men in the room. Making it difficult to see, though with so many Vikki was currently being drilled mattress. The sounds and noises coming from all around had my head spinning. Kathy, Vikki and Latysha too where all being used and it seemed that every few minutes one of those black bulls was coming. My eyes widened as I saw one of the men come in my wife’s mouth. Her eyes where glazed. A simple smile on her face as his sperm dripped down her chin. There was of course no rest for her. She was getting the treatment good and proper.

There really was no end to this. The sight and the smell of the room. My wife’s dress and panties lying discarded on the floor. Until discovered by one of the younger men. I watched him put the panties to his nose and inhale, wrapping them around his cock and jerking off. Vikki sat up and was assisted off the sofa. Her mascara was running from her eyes as she seemed the same if not more desperate than Kathy. Several of the fresher men where looking at my wife. Ready to pound her white cunt some more. Effortlessly they led her and lay her on the mattress. The tattooed jailbird soon taking his turn. He knelt down took Kathy’s hands and pulled her to her knees. Then he quickly turned her to face the kitchen and the video camera and pushed her onto her hands and knees. Without any preliminaries, he roughly spread her legs apart and, started to shove his massive cock into her bared cunt. If his it hadn’t already been for the fact that Kathy had already been fucked, and she had so much cum in her, his cock wouldn’t have gone in. He pushed in brutally, and she spread her lovely legs more to try to accommodate him. From one knee he was finally imbedded in her and he started to quietly and forcefully slam his cock in and out of her cunt. A loud squishing noise started from the fluids trapped in my wife’s pussy.

I watched in awe as he finished. His cock glistening and wet as he pulled free. The two 20’ something lads took a turn each, followed by a older man of mid forties who had only just arrived. The old grey man, who could easily have been a grandfather had been forced to go last. Taking a little time to strip all of his clothes off, all the time looking down on Kathy’s beautiful but abused white body. The shaft was coal-black, criss-crossed with pencil-thick veins. The large, heavy cock-head, now pushing out from his black stretched foreskin was a dull-purple in colour. Below this old but powerful baby-making shaft was a large pair of balls heavily pulling down his black scrotum. Kathy began to stare at his cock as though it were a venomous snake ready to strike. This massive black tool looked out of place hanging from his skinny very black body. He couldn’t have been taller than Kathy and it looked like they would weigh the same.

Just as he stepped to the foot of the mattress, a short heavy-set black woman pushed her way next to him.

‘Charles Williams, just what do you think your doing’? She yelled. The crowd erupted in laughter. ‘What do it look like?’ Charles answered her. The elderly black woman looked at him for a moment, not saying anything, and then turned a poisonous look toward an embarrassed-looking Kathy now lying with her knees up and legs together, her arms covering her luscious looking breasts. The woman slowly backed away several steps but stayed within view of the breeding bed.

She passed Kathy a wicked, partly envious look. Charles stood again at the foot of the mattress, took his massive cock in one of his thin hands, and slowly began to stroke it. And as he did, he glanced first at his wife and then at me. He had a triumphant look on his face as he looked at us both. He was now going to fuck my wife in front of his wife. He slowly began to work the purple cock-head into Kathy finally. Slowly pressing it against her beautiful pussy lips. Kathy moaned deeper and began to press down against him, shifting her hips unconsciously to accommodate his girth. The head slipped in, Kathy groaned again and then lifted her arms to Charles’s bony black shoulders and drew him down to her. Charles covered her and began to pump himself into Kathy’s body slowly. Each forward push sent another inch into her open and fertile womb. Her wedding and engagement glinted in the video lights. Charles continued to pump into her until he had his entire black shaft jammed into Kathy. She gave a cry of pain as he jammed the cock-head into the opening of her cervix up kept kissing him deeply.

I worked my way around to their rear and could see his large heavy black balls now pressed hard against Kathy’s ass. His scrawny black legs stretched between her long shapely snow-white legs. She drew her legs up and crossed them over his hips locking her ankles in the classic acceptance pose of a woman mating. Totally accepting his fucking. His breeding of her. My Kathy was truly mating with another man. A black-man. And a black-man 52 years older than she was. They were rocking together, still kissing, seemingly oblivious to the host of voyeurs staring down on them. Quietly taking in this most intimate fucking, when Charles broke the kiss with her, raised up on his hands and said, ‘where her husband?’ ‘Here I said as I worked myself around to the side of the lovers.

‘This is one fine piece of fuckin’, ‘this piece you let us all fuck’. And he leered evilly at me. I stepped back without saying anything more.

Seeing my reaction Bob had a idea. He put down his camera and took out his mobile phone. Earlier, over dinner we had told him about the recent stay of our in-laws. How that would come back to us.

‘Why don’t you phone your mother Kathy?’ he grinned wickedly. My wife’s eyes where closed but she opened them when he spoke. ‘Why not call and tell her what your up to. She’ll be pleased to know you have a grandson on the way’. Kathy looked at me. Closing her eyes as the old mans big dick rooted her cunt deep. The room fell silent and people smiled. No one had expected this. Least of all myself. Obviously everyone was hoping she would do it. Vikki quickly picked up on this.

‘Yes, honey, let me dial my cell and you can tell that tight-assed bitch that you’re getting that baby she’s so worried about you having’.

I looked on as Kathy took the phone off him. At first she couldn’t dial the number and I had to help. Being crouched there. While another man was fucking my wife in front of me was something I’ll never forget. The noise and smell of sex. From my position I could clearly see the 4" he withdrew on each stroke. My hand was trembling as I passed the phone to her and it began to ring. For a moment I wasn’t sure if Kathy would be able to talk. Not with a big dick pumping her. Though at the last moment, when I thought she had failed, she held it to her ear.

‘Daddy’, Kathy said somewhat breathlessly, ‘put mother on the phone’. Kathy grit her teeth as the man slowed his screwing. He savoured the moment, everyone in the room grinning until I heard the faint sound of my mother in law on the phone.

'Ohhh…ohhh its me mom’ my wife groaned as the man continued his fucking with stiff steady strokes. SMACK…SMACK..SMACK.. went his balls. She was trying her best and I knew she was going to come again. ‘I want you to know… that I’m getting what I want now’. Laying back her head Kathy was jerking back on the mattress.

‘Tell her..tell her’ Vikki beamed, listening in intently as we all were.

‘I…I’m getting a black baby’ Kathy said almost in tears. ‘…oh yes…oh yes’ that’s good’. I could just imagine what this must have sounded like. As if proving this she repeated it into the phone, letting it go so that it bobbled off the mattress onto the floor. Kathy shut her eyes.

‘Yeah….Breed her’ a heavy voice came from the back. With a gasp the man muttered that he was coming. His strokes faltering as he unloaded his sack right into Kathy’s waiting womb.

We had been there well over and hour and a half and the men where standing around, satisfied or waiting for another turn. Strands of cum running freely down between my wife’s legs and gathering in a pool on the mattress. Two more men had entered and where with whichever of the three women promised the most immediate action. Kathy looked glazed, a white mess resembling egg white over her tits where one of the men had blown his load. Vikki too was enjoying herself and as enthusiastic as ever. I watched as two of the men helped Kathy to the sofa while Vikki quickly took up position, ready for some cock. The blonde gave me a wink as she passed me. She deserved it and I went and sat by my wife. Immediately taking her hand. I guess there had been 10 men in the room at one time though with the mattress there was only so much room. Latysha’s purple dress was around her waist and she smiled at me. Cum splattered around her pretty chin. On the mattress Vikki grimaced, wailing loudly. She had most of the men around her. Kneeling touching and fucking. Of course those horny black bulls hadn’t done yet.

One of them came over to Kathy. His dick dark in colour as my wife took hold of him and slid her mouth down over his length. She sucked him hard. Rolling her lips and mouth back and forth with grim determination. Keeping her eyes up at his face as he grinned back down in steely satisfaction. He was parting her legs before I knew it. Black cock was long and hard again. Ready for more welcoming white pussy. Easily nudging open her lips with the head of his dick and pushing his length in fully. My wife’s mouth fell pen as he fucked her. A look of power on his face as he did it. I guess Kathy couldn’t believe what she had said to her mother. All those years of hiding how she felt. Of living in a prejudice town. She closed her eyes, close to tears as she took this most recent pounding. Shaking all over until he roughly emptied his balls inside. The dark skinned, tattooed man followed suit, delighting me as his deep, dark cock penetrated my wife’s pure white cunt. I had to say that from what I had seen, both Kathy and Vikki had been used far more than I’d seen before. There was no stopping these horny studs.

‘You enjoyed Hon?’ Latysha said to me. I felt breathless. My head spinning. Hardly able to think as the studs took the cushions off the sofa and laid them on the bare floor and led Kathy to them for more fucking. Perhaps I didn’t know then the truth. The assurance that in a months time from now, my wife would receive a positive result from the hospital. That in a month she would be pregnant with a black mans baby. As I sat in that high-rise apartment. The sound and smell of sex all around me, I looked lovingly over at my wife. Wary of the tough times ahead. It would all come true for us and how I would wonder if, after her baby was born, Kathy would want another.

The following weekend I moved Keri into my house. Even though I put all of her stuff in the second bedroom, it was clear that she would share my bed. We had to keep up appearances for our parents. We were like a honeymoon couple. We were excited to be back together, and now in our own place

As soon as we were alone, Keri ran to my arms. I hugged and kissed my lover and sister. I quickly undressed her, and then myself. We fell into my bed and made love like we had not seen each other for years!

Afterwards, we lay there in the bed, basking in the afterglow of our hot afternoon sex. My arm was around Keri, as I lay on my back. She had her head on my shoulder, lying on her side, facing me. Her sweet breasts were pressed hard against my body and she was softly stroking my flagging cock.

“Jack”, she whispered. “I am the happiest girl in the world. I thought I had lost you. I’m so glad we are here together.”

I smiled, hugged her, and after kissing her, replied. “Yeah, Baby Sister, I missed you too. But, if we are going to live together, however, I insist on some rules.”

Keri looked at me, and asked, “What kind of rules? I’m already your sex slave, silly.”

“Well, that’s the point, Dear Sister. I want us to make sure we maintain that way of life. Like in the past, you are my sex slave. I will tie, restrain you when I want. I will whip and torture you as in the past, and no sex act will be too much for you. I guess we can say you do not have the right to say ‘no’.”

Keri smiled, “Yes, Big Brother, I know all that, and I accept your rules.”

“Good“, I commented. “Next, we are going to get your school grades up to where they should be. We don’t want mother and dad to insist you going back home because you grades did not improve like I promised.”

“I promise”, she said, stroking my now erect cock. “Is there any thing else Master?”

“Yeah, there I”, I said, pausing for a moment. “If the opportunity presents itself, I intend to engage in our “kidnap” games”, I replied

Keri paused, and the asked, “You mean you might give me to someone else to torture and rape?”

“Yeah, that’s what I mean. I really liked us doing that. I would really like to do it again, providing I find a person I want to share you with. Damon and Jerry have both moved away, so we can‘t include them in our activities.”

Keri was quiet as she continued stroking my rigid cock. Finally she replied, “O.K., if you really want me to, I will submit to you... I love you, Jack.”

Keri moved down my body, leaving a trail of delicious kisses until she arrived at my cock. She used her sweet pink tongue to flick the tip of my cock as she stroked the rigid heated shaft, causing it to throb with my heart beat. Teasingly, she slipped her soft sweet lips over the head of my cock, and started to suck it in earnest To add to the sensation, she cupped my balls with her hand, gently massaging them. I could not hold out long, and soon my cock erupted in jets of hot semen, filling her beautiful mouth. She managed to take it all, not losing a drop. It had been a long day, and with in a very short time we both fell asleep, my sister Keri with my cock touching her lips as her head rested on my stomach. Her soft dainty hand still gently holding my balls. It was wonderful to be together again.

The college year went as usual. I was doing well in my engineering and computer science classes, and Keri’s grades improved. By mid winter, she was ready to graduate from high school in the Spring. We continued to live together. We went to college functions as boy friend and girl friend. Keri looked so hot, a lot of my friends envied my having her as my lover. Little did they know I was living with and having fabulous sex with my beautiful sister.

During my next year at college, I turned 20 and Keri was 18. We were closer that ever, and at every opportunity I took her deeper into sexual slavery. By now I had purchased many bondage items. There were cuffs (leather and steel), the ever present ropes, whips, nipple and clit clamps, dildos and other paraphernalia to bring us both pleasure. Keri reveled in her sexual slavery. She was virtually my 24/7 slave.

In the Spring of that school year, as I was approaching 21 years of age, and Keri approaching 19, I met Eric. We met on the racket ball court, and became fast friends. Even though he was discrete, it was obvious that he thought Keri was one incredible woman. I liked Eric, and I started to probe his psyche to see if he would the right person to share Keri with. One day, at his apartment, I noticed some bondage porn books and BDSM videos in his closet. When I asked, he readily admitted that he was very interested in the subject of BDSM, but had never had a chance to pursue his desires.

I invited Eric to my house on Saturday evening, and told him to expect something very special in the area of BDSM. He tried to get me to tell him what the surprise was, but I held fast. He would have to wait and see. In the meantime, he and I had several conversations about BDSM and sexual slavery of women. From what I could discern from our talks, he probably thought I knew of a couple of hookers who would accommodate us.

I told Keri about the upcoming Saturday evening with Eric, and that I would be letting him participate in her slavery. She was a little apprehensive, but agreed to obey me. We had not done anything like this since we were in high school. Keri had met Eric and liked him. We both were excited about the possibilities.

Saturday afternoon came. Keri was given instructions on how to dress. She asked what the evening activities would be, but I kept her in the dark. I thought it would be better that way. I had her put on one of her string bikini swim suits. Over that, as instructed, she put on a black strapless bra and matching black lace panties. Then she put on a short skirted sun dress. The top of the dress resembled a halter top, the straps of which were tied in a bow at the back of her neck. To top this off, she put on a pair of black patent leather high heel pumps. Keri was very adept at wearing very high heel shoes as I required her to be naked, wearing high heel shoes, when ever we were alone. Once she was dressed for the evening, you could not tell that she had five layers of clothing on, including her dress. She was just dressed very stylishly, and very beautiful.

When Eric arrived, Keri was the model hostess. She served snacks and drinks, and was very attentive. Eric could not take his eyes off her. After every one had relaxed, I told Keri to go into the bedroom. There, on the bed, she would find a brief case. She was to bring it into the living room. She did as instructed. Eric asked about what was gong to happen. I told him to have patience and he would not be disappointed.

Keri brought the brief case into the living room, and put it on the coffee table. As instructed, she opened it. Inside were ropes, cuffs, gags, and other items needed by a man who “owned” a sex slave. Keri was told to take the penis gag from the brief case. This was a leather strap on which was mounted a rubber dildo. This is inserted in at slaves mouth, with the strap holding it tightly in place. The does a really good job of silencing a sex slave. Keri was told to put it on.

“Keri, make sure you pull the strap tight”, I ordered. She did as I asked.

“Now, slave, put on the steel police handcuffs, and lock you hands behind your back. Make sure the cuffs are tight”, was her next order. Keri did as I asked.

Eric was spell bound. Now standing in front of him was one very beautiful submissive woman, handcuffed and gagged on her own volition. He was silent, at a loss for words as he watched the evening unfold. At my instructions, Keri moved about, posing so Eric could appreciate her bondage and beauty. Her short dress and high heels displayed her great legs, while her breasts were pushed against the fabric of her sun dress.

I stood and walked to Keri. I hugged her and kissed her gagged mouth. While I was kissing her, my hand was fondling her breasts through her dress. Picking a strand of rope, I wrapped it around her elbows, pulling it tight and tying it off. Now her elbows were touching each other, bound tightly in the small of her back, causing her amazing breasts to push out from her chest, straining the fabric of her dress. I unlocked the handcuffs, and used another piece of rope to tightly tie her wrists.

“Eric, you have met Keri, the most important thing in my life, but now I want you to meet Slave Keri. She is my sex slave, and I do with her as I wish.”

Eric finally was able to speak. “Wow”, he uttered. “I never knew. Wow, She…Keri…uh, she…, Man she’s beautiful”. I noticed from the lump in his trousers that he had an erection. Keri noticed also.

“Eric, I have a surprise for you. You and I are going to play “strip poker”. The winner of each hand gets to take an article of clothing off Keri. When she is naked, then we will enjoy her.”

Eric replied, “Wow!”

I answered, “Quit saying ’Wow’, and go to the table where the cards are, and let’s play poker.” Keri was looking at me with a look of lust, and a little bit of trepidation. It had been a long time since I done something like this to her. I took her by the forearm and escorted her to the kitchen table.

Eric and I sat down at the table, while Keri was made to stand, on display, between us. Eric was excited, and Keri was submissively beautiful. Her pretty blue eyes watching her two captors. The first hand of cards were dealt, and after some maneuvering, I won the first hand.

“Keri”, I said. “Come here. I have won the right to remove your dress. Who ever wins a hand can remove an article of clothing from you. When the article is removed, you are to stand very close to the winner of that hand, as he has the right to enjoy feeling and playing with you body.” Keri nodded her head.

I removed her dress, without untying her. Now she was standing there in a black bra and matching black panties. Eric was enthralled. I sat back down and spent the next few minutes running my hands over her body, paying care attention to her breasts and pussy.

Time to deal the next hand. Eric was not a very good poker player, so I deliberately lost that hand, so he could remove an article of Keri’s clothes. He removed her strapless bra. He was somewhat disappointed that she had on a bikini bra underneath. Keri moved very close to Eric, and stood silently as he took every advantage of feeling and playing with her scantily clad body. Finally, I told him it was time for another hand of poker. Reluctantly, his hands left Keri, and returned to the poker hand he was dealt. Even as he looked at his cards, one of his hands was stroking her delicious ass and fabulous legs as she obediently stood there.

Eric won the next hand, and removed her panties, leaving her standing there in her string bikini and high heeled shoes. Again, Eric reveled in running his hands all over her body.

I made sure Eric won the next hand of poker. He stood up and walked behind Keri. He slowly undid the ties to her bikini top. The top fell away, and she was standing there with her magnificent breasts on display. Eric’s pulled her back into his body, his hands going around her body, grasping her waiting breasts. He spent nearly ten minutes playing with her breasts and kissing her gagged face. The bulge in his trousers were more than obvious. Keri’s bound hands were brushing against his painfully rigid cock.

The last hand of poker was mine. Keri was standing between us as I removed her bikini bottom. She was magnificent. I ran my hand between her legs to find that her pussy was hot and wet. She moaned softly as I pushed my finger into her heated passage. After a minute or two, finger fucking Keri, I turned to Eric.

“Now, my friend, come with me”, I instructed. I took my naked sister Keri by her bound wrists and escorted her to the corner of the living room. Reaching up, I took a hanging planter down from the eye bolt mounted in the ceiling. Using a long piece of rope, I tied one end around Keri’s bound wrists, and the other end through the eye bolt. I pulled on the rope, pulling it up tight, raising Keri’s bound hands and arms well above her, until she was sharply bent at the waist. I tied the rope off, forcing her to remain in that exposed position. Her beautifully smooth ass was now exposed to be fondled or whipped. Her awesome breasts were hanging, awaiting torment. Eric was just about to learn about the latter.

“Eric, this is my slave”, I said. “You told me you have never whipped a woman before. Tonight, you are going to be privileged to whip the most beautiful ass in this town. Here, run your hands over this sweet ass.”

Eric ran his hands over Keri’s exposed ass, and than let his hand drift down to her smoldering pussy. He slapped her ass a couple of times, as if to test the texture. He then ran his hand down to Keri’s hanging breasts. He squeezed them, and pinched her nipples. Keri squirmed, as best she could, as Eric twisted her nipples.

I handed Eric a multi-strand whip. He visually measured the distance of his stroke, and brought he whip across Keri’s upraised ass. Immediately, delicate pink striations appeared on the smooth skin of her bottom. Eric liked whipping Keri. She was softly moaning as her ass as assaulted. Eric expanded his area of attack, at my suggestion. He brought the whip down to Keri’s breasts. They shook and trembled under the attack of Eric’s whip. About the time that I thought he was reaching her limit of pain, I stopped him. While he was whipping Keri, I was undressing. My cock was so hard it hurt. I moved behind Keri, and slipped my rigid member into her steaming pussy. She moaned louder, through her gag, as she felt my cock invade her cunt. Eric was undressing as I was fucking my helpless sister. As he finished undressing, I stopped fucking Keri, and untied the rope that held her in the bent over position. Keri was disappointed as I had not brought her to a cum, that she so desperately wanted.

I told Eric to sit on the couch as I removed the gag from Keri’s mouth.

“Keri, my sweet slave, I want you to go to Eric and welcome him to our home with a well executed blow-job. Make it the best he ever had.”

Eric watched as Keri knelt down in front of him. He was speechless as she leaned forward and kissed and licked the pre-cum from the head of his cock. She then leaned in further, and took his cock into her mouth. Eric nearly passed out. As Keri was sucking Eric’s cock, I moved behind her, and slipped my cock back into her sweet pussy. This was too much for Keri. I fucked her savagely. Before she had a chance to get Eric off, she succumbed to my cock and climaxed. She lost control and let his cock slip from her mouth as she buried her head in his crotch while she had a massive cum.

When she came back to her senses, she looked up at Eric, “Oh, Eric, Sir, I am very sorry. I should not have cum without permission. I am sorry I did not bring you to a cum. I am very sorry.”

Eric started to say, ’Oh that’s OK’, but I intervened. “Slave, you know you will have to be punished.”

Keri hung her head, “Yessir, Jack, Sir, I’m sorry.”

Quickly, I picked Keri up and carried her to my bed. I promptly placed her in the middle of the bed, on her back with her bound hands and arms pinned beneath her. Using two strands of rope, I tied her ankles to the corners of our four poster bed, spreading her legs widely.

“Eric, we have a slave here that needs to be punished. Take this whip and whip her pussy so she will not forget her duties”, I ordered.

At first, Eric was hesitant. He had never whipped a delicious pussy of a beautiful woman before. He was up to the task however, and in a minute or two, had Keri crying, begging to suck his cock. I stopped him at the appropriate time. At my suggestion, he climbed on the bed and straddled Keri’s body. He moved forward until his cock was at her mouth. As she opened her soft lips to receive him, his ass was pressing down on her upraised breast. He started humping and fucking her pretty mouth. Her lips wrapped around his erection as he fucked her face, with no mercy. In a moment or two, he came. The evening was nearly too much for him. His cock exploded in her mouth, sending jets of scalding cum down her throat.

The evening had gone well. Before it came to an end, Keri was fucked again by each of us, and she sucked me to a cum. After Eric left to go to his apartment, Keri and I showered together. She wanted to be hugged and kissed by me. She was able to give me another erection as she soaped and massaged by cock. I fucked her right there in the shower. She was wonderful sex slave, and I loved her.

Well, I am 32 now. I have an excellent career in engineering. Keri and I have moved to Chicago, and live together as man and wife. Everyone who knows us thinks we are married. She is become even more beautiful, and I am the envy of all the guys I know. It is a beautiful life, and I cannot imagine it being any different. Both our parents are gone now, so it is just us, and we love it. We know society would frown on how we live, but we don’t care. We are madly in love with each other.

Oh, yes, Keri is still my love slave, and yes, from time to time I share her with a very close friend or two. Yes, it’s an exciting and satisfying life.

THE END