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I watched in horror as my ******** moved around and as
if it were the most natural thing in the world she
turned over on her back and crawled under me until her
face was directly under my vagina. I felt her hands
grip my butt and her head move up between my thighs.
When her tongue finally came into contact with my labia
I squealed and my body shuddered *************. For the
very first time a tongue began to invade my vagina.

Even though I was appalled I was ****** to admit to
myself that it felt...I don't know, it felt very
erotic. It felt pretty damned good actually. But even
so I could not get past the horror that it was my
******** doing this to me. My teenage ******** was
performing cunnalingus on me! It would have been
disgusting if my husband was doing it. It was so much
worse under these obscene circumstances. She was my
baby! My baby girl's tongue was in my vagina! If I were
to be struck my lightening at that moment and killed I
would not have minded. How could I every look her in
the eye again?

Just as I was thinking that this must surely be the
ultimate degrading act that a ****** could be ****** to
submit to I was proven wrong once again. Kevin said,
"Don't just kneel there bitch. It's only fair that you
return the favor. She's working hard to give you a
little pleasure even after you took away her cock. Get
your mouth down there and make it up to her."

I groaned yet again. Groaning in despair seemed to be
my main form of communication now. I had avoided
looking at Lori's sex. It was right under my face but I
had no desire to see it. I looked down now and looked
at it. I had never seen a vagina up close like this.
Her sex was red and swollen and there was a great deal
of moisture around the opening. I stared in disgust for
several moments, fighting desperately to keep from
losing the contents of my stomach. I had all but
forgotten about the tongue that was even now moving in
and out of my own vagina.

I stared for a moment longer until Kevin gave me a
reminder of why I was doing the things that I was
doing. I felt his hand come down violently on my still
tender backside and I lurched in pain. I didn't exactly
scream. It was more of a squeak. It hadn't really been
all that painful I suppose. But it served to remind me
of my position in life now.

I slowly lowered my head to my ********'s crotch and
tentative slid my tongue through the gooey, unclean
entrance to her body. She shivered in pleasure as my
tongue excited her sex. I, on the other hand, was all
but overcome by the strong smell of her excited, sweaty
crotch. It occurred to me that the sex act that I had
seen when I emerged from the bathroom just now had not
been the first time this evening that these two had
engaged in intercourse. There was no telling what I
might discover as my tongue plumbed my ********'s
depths.

But it didn't matter. The choice was not mine to make.
I began licking the entrance to her vagina just like
she was doing for me. Once I had cleaned the area up
with my tongue the smell wasn't so bad. And as the
bodily fluids disappeared so did the strong taste that
I had initially encountered.

Lori began to moan into my vagina as I licked her and
while I won't admit to enjoying it the sensations were
becoming hard to resist once I had gotten numb to the
horror of what I was doing.

It was several minutes before I felt Kevin's penis
return to my own opening. I felt Lori's hand guiding
him and this time his organ entered me easily. Well,
perhaps easily is not the right word. I felt my vagina
being stretched like never before. I had been *******
to the point of *************** when I had given birth
to Lori. So I can't compare what I was experiencing now
to that traumatic event. But though I didn't remember
the actual delivery I thought back to it now as Kevin's
huge organ stretched my vaginal opening beyond anything
that I could remember. It ****** its way slowly,
inexorably to my very core.

Every time I thought that there could be no more I was
amazed to find that it just kept going and going. I
kept waiting for the pain to start. I couldn't believe
that I could take such a large object inside of me
without suffering from it. It felt uncomfortable at
first. That huge pole went deeper and deeper and my
body stretched to engulf it. But he entered me so
slowly that I suppose my body adjusted as he took
possession of me.

I had never felt anything like it before. It was such a
confused mass of different feelings, different
sensations, different emotions. I was humiliated first
and foremost. I was being raped by a man I didn't even
know. But I wasn't just being raped. I was submitting.
I would have laughed in the face of anyone who had
suggested that I would submit to a man like this.

Beyond that though, there was something primordial
about being taken this way. I had been overpowered and
****** to submit and now I was voluntarily submitting
to being plundered by a male sex organ that was far
larger, or perhaps I should say far superior to any I
had ever imagined.

I didn't like sex. I had never liked sex. But somehow
this was different. This was not being made love to by
my safe, mild mannered, easily controlled husband who
placed me on a pedestal and treated me with nothing but
love and respect.

I was being taken. That is such a simple sentence. Only
four short, common words. But that is the most accurate
description of what was happening to me. The problem
was that as much as I hated that it was happening, the
sensations that my body was feeling and reacting to
were beyond my control. As strange as it sounds I felt
like I was being split in two, but in a good way. I
felt like I was being conquered by a caveman. For just
a moment I understood the thrill that submissive women
get from being taken by a strong man and used for his
pleasure. I felt that thrill, but then I immediately
felt guilty for succumbing.

I crouched on the bed in that humiliating position of
supplication on my hands and knees with my ********
stretched out under me. Her vaginal opening was inches
from my face and I could smell her arousal. Her hands
had begun to tease my breasts and at first I hadn't
even noticed. My entire attention was focused on the
huge pole that was just now bottoming out inside of me.

I felt Kevin's belly come into contact with my buttocks
and I was so full of his sex organ that I could hardly
breathe. On a conscious level I knew it was impossible,
but I could almost swear it was pressing against my
lungs. I was breathing in short little pants. I heard
myself. I sounded like an ******. I feared that before
he finished with me I would be an ******.

Kevin left his rod buried inside of me for a long time
before he started slowly withdrawing it. He pulled it
back out almost as slowly as he had entered me. I felt
it slowly being removed from my body. It went on and on
until I was afraid that he was removing it completely.
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I suddenly became aware that I was afraid that he was
pulling out and I hated myself for it. But at that
moment I very much wanted that large black penis inside
of me. I was just about to yell at him, to beg him not
to pull it out of me when he started sliding it back
inside of me.

It went on and on after that. Each incredible stroke
was slightly faster, slightly more urgent than the
last. At some point I realized that I was resting my
face on my ********* warm mound and making strange
noises that I can't even describe.

My nipples had become hard and Lori was teasing them
with her fingers. Kevin was driving his manhood into me
now with violent strokes and I had never felt anything
so wonderful in my life. When I realized that my face
was resting in Lori's crotch I didn't lift my head.
Instead I began to kiss her and lick her and murmur
into her wet opening. For the first time in my life I
was losing control and even though I realized it and I
hated myself for it, I had no chance of stopping it.

I had never achieved orgasm with my husband. I had
never achieved orgasm before tonight at all. I was a
proper and dignified woman and I would never stoop to
masturbation. I had never been able to allow myself to
relax and enjoy the mediocre sex that my husband
provided. I must admit though that I did handicap him
severely. I had severely limited the kinds of foreplay
that I would permit and the amount of time I would put
up with it. There were only so many places on my body
that my husband was permitted to touch and they had to
be touched in an acceptable manner.

It was inevitable now though. I felt the orgasm
building as my body was plundered by that strong black
man with the oversized sex organ and there was no
stopping it now. It scared me when it started. I had
gone thirty-two years without an orgasm and to be
honest I had always wondered if they were not a myth. I
felt it washing over me now and I screamed and clamped
down on my little girl's body as the most wonderful
feeling in the world washed over me and took complete
control of my body.

It didn't end there. Kevin wasn't anywhere near
finished. He continued to pound his meat into me. If
anything he was becoming more violent. And I loved it!
In seconds I came again and then again. I lost count as
I had one huge orgasm after another until all of a
sudden everything went black.

I don't know how long I was ***********. When I next
became aware of my surroundings I was lying on my back.
Lori was lying on one side of me and Kevin was lying on
the other staring at the ceiling. He was still out of
breath so I assumed that he had just finished with me.

I struggled to sit up and I was surprised to find that
nothing hurt. Well, my vagina was a little sore but not
bad considering what it had just been through. My
biggest fear though was that I was going to look down
and see a gaping opening between my legs with my labia
all extended and hanging down like dying leaves.

My sex was red and appeared slightly swollen. Beyond
that, and the shave of course, I could detect no
difference in my body.

I collapsed back onto the bed, relieved that my body
seemed to be intact. But then the memory of what had
just happened to me kind of fell on me like a ton of
bricks. I was so humiliated by the idea that I had
surrendered to this ******. Not so much that I had
surrendered physically, but that I had surrendered my
mind, my senses to this beast who had just raped me. I
covered my face with my hands and cried quietly.

My ******** and Kevin both seemed to be amused by my
reaction to this humiliating situation. Lori rolled
over and rested her arm on my stomach. Her lips were
right by my ear when she said quietly, "Jesus mom!
Lighten up. It's just sex. You're too fucking up
tight."

That from my fifteen year old ********! I heard her
chuckle and her fingers moved down to tease my tender
mound. She said, "You weren't crying a few minutes ago.
You came so hard you passed out. I told you, all you
needed was a big dick and a good hard fuck."

I couldn't believe the filth coming from my *********
mouth. Was she this way because of me? No, it was this
beast lying on the other side of me, this man who had
******** and corrupted her. He had done this to her. I
was sure of it. Could he corrupt me like this?! No, I'm
sure that wasn't possible. I had never felt so dirty in
my life as I did at this moment. As if to underline
that feeling of being dirty I felt Kevin's seed begin
to seep from my opening and ooze down between my
thighs. It felt like a large amount of liquid but I was
too embarrassed to look.

He had already had sex with my ******** this evening
and I had been ****** to satisfy him with my mouth.
Surely there was a limit to how much of that slime his
body could produce!

Just then I felt Kevin nudge me with his elbow. I
turned my head and looked at him for the first time
since I had regained consciousness.

He didn't bother to look at me. He just said, "No one
said you could rest bitch. My cock is filthy because of
you. Get down there and clean me up."

I knew him well enough by this time to know what he was
demanding of me. For just a second I thought of telling
him to go to hell. But then I remembered that horrible
beating and I knew I could not say no to this man. I
didn't think that my mind could survive another of
those horrible beatings.

Lori giggled and rolled off of me. She said, "Go ahead
mom. I suck his cock clean all the time. Don't worry.
You'll get used to it after a while."

I slid off of the bed and dropped to my knees. I moved
between Kevin's legs and stared in disgust at his
crotch. This was the first time I had seen his penis
when it was not erect. It was nearly as large in its
flaccid condition as it had been when erect. I hated
him and I hated his...his sexual equipment. But I had
to admit to myself that it was impressive. I wanted
nothing to do with it. But it was impressive.

It was also nasty and slimy and covered with the
liquids that sex produces. I could smell it from a
couple of feet away and it made my stomach turn.

Lori slid off the bed and knelt beside me. I would give
anything to do something about that smile on her face.
She leaned closer and put her arm around my shoulders
and gently urged me towards her boyfriend's crotch. As
she did she said, "Come on mom. It isn't that bad. And
you don't want to end up dangling from that hook again
do you? Kevin wasn't kidding. He did take it easy on
you earlier. If he really loses his temper he can get
pretty imaginative."
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I didn't doubt it for a moment. I took a last deep
breath of breathable air before I leaned forward and
began licking Kevin's thighs clean. I tried desperately
to keep my mind blank as I gathered our combined juices
with my tongue and swallowed them. It was just about
the nastiest thing that I could imagine doing and it
was made so much worse by my ********* pretty,
innocent looking face resting on his stomach now and
watching me gleefully. Several times she pointed out
something I had missed and I was ****** to lick up some
small trace that remained, clinging to his pubic hair
or hiding in a fold of the loose skin of his now
relaxed testicles.

I licked his testicles clean. I thought about how much
sperm this man had produced this evening and realized
that with testicles this large it must have been no
problem. When I had finished cleaning his testicles
with my tongue I moved up slightly so that I could
clean his penis. It was lying to the side, resting on
his pelvis. There was a small puddle under the opening
in the end where the ejaculate that remained in his
organ after he pulled it out of me had drained out and
formed a small pool. I cleaned his organ with my tongue
and then gently turned it over with my fingertips. I
scooped up the puddle of cooling sperm and then I
cleaned the other side of his slimy penis.

As I worked my tongue up his shaft it twitched but
thankfully did not grow and become erect again. I think
I would have gone mad if I had been ****** to service
him one more time.

I finished and looked over at the clock on my
nightstand. It was now almost four in the morning. How
on earth was I going to get through this day? I sat
back on my heels and said, "Please sir, I have to go to
work at eight. I'm so tired. I need to get some *****."

He replied, "Go clean your nasty cunt and come to bed.
I think you finally wore me out, for now."

I went back into the bathroom and quickly brushed my
teeth and washed my face and my crotch. When I got back
into the bedroom Kevin and Lori were curled up together
on my bed. Kevin had his back to me. He ordered me to
come closer and then he asked me where I worked and
what time I had to be there.

I told him about the small real estate office where I
worked as a secretary and that I had to be there at
eight.

He asked about my boss and the other employees.

I told him about Mr. Johnson, the owner and manager and
the three agents that worked there. When I had finished
describing the people that I worked for he tossed me a
pillow and ordered me to ***** on the floor beside the
bed. He told me to wake him up when I got up in the
morning.

There were tears of despair in my eyes as I curled up
on the floor beside the bed. I was naked and
uncomfortable and my future, which had seemed bleak
five hours ago, now was a dark, terrifying void that
stretched out before me like a cross between a slasher
flick and a porn movie.

It would have been bad enough if this evil man who
seemed to have turned my ******** into a teenager from
hell had just raped me and left. That was not his
intention. He had told me that he intended to train me,
to turn me into a, god I don't know, some kind of a
slut, a sex slave. It suddenly struck me. He was going
to turn me into the kind of woman that he had already
turned my ******** into!

I was too tired to think right now. I would get a few
hours ***** and go to work. Once I was alone in my
quiet office I would figure out what to do. I suppose
that I will have to call the police. The idea of giving
them the details of what happened to me this morning
turned my stomach. But if I didn't get help from
someone then there is no telling what this monster
would ***** me to do.

With that resolved, if only temporarily, I fell into a
deep ***** despite being cold and uncomfortable curled
up on the carpet with nothing to cover my nudity.

By the time I heard the alarm in the morning it had
been going off for nearly fifteen minutes. I came awake
slowly and hurried to shut it off before Kevin became
annoyed. My few hours of ***** had been disturbed by
one horrible nightmare after another. It was hard to
feel rested after only three hours ***** and that
punctuated by dreams of being tied up and whipped and
raped over and over again.

I looked over at Kevin. He was still a***** in my bed,
still with his arms around my little girl. I was having
a hard time not thinking of Lori as my little girl,
despite the things that had happened last night. I
could only hope that once I got that man out of our
lives she would somehow be able to return to being a
normal teenage girl.

I tried not to think of how unlikely that was.

I wanted desperately to leave Kevin *****ing there and
sneak out. It pained me to see him lying there naked in
my bed with my equally naked ******** in his arms but I
dreaded waking him to find what new torments he had in
mind for me today.

I was too cowed to disobey him. I gently nudged him
until he opened his eyes and looked up at me groggily.
He didn't seem to recognize me at first. But it was
only seconds before the evil grin returned to his face
and he pulled his arms from around my ******** and sat
up.

He ran his eyes up and down my naked body and despite
what I had been through with him last night his gaze
was like spiders crawling on my skin. I shuddered in
revulsion but I didn't move when he reached out and
clasped my left breast in his hand and said, "You look
pretty fucking hot for an old lady that just woke up."

He stood up finally and said, "Come on bitch, let's go
take a shower. That should wake us up."

I followed him into the bathroom and while he turned
the water on in the walk-in shower I hurried to the
toilet and relieved myself. He grinned at me as he
stood in front of me with his large, semi-hard penis
dangling inches from my face and listened to the stream
of urine flowing into the toilet.

I prayed that he would not demand sex of me this
morning. I was exhausted as it was. I wanted nothing
more than to dress and hurry to my office and figure
out what to tell the police so that I could get this
evil man out of my life.

I wiped myself and stood up and flushed the toilet.
Kevin pulled me into the shower and aimed the spray at
the side wall. I didn't understand how he expected us
to shower like that but I knew he had a reason and I
knew that I would hate it.

I was right. He pulled me into his arms and held my
body close to his. He leaned down and kissed me and
wormed his tongue into my mouth. I stood passively,
allowing him these liberties because I had no choice.
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That was not the proper reaction. There was a sudden
sharp pain on my backside and without being told I knew
what he wanted. I began to return his kiss, if somewhat
listlessly. We kissed for several moments before I felt
something warm and wet spraying up between us. It was a
moment or two before I realized what it was. He was
urinating on me!

The spray covered my stomach and when I started
fighting to pull away it shot up between my breasts,
almost to my chin! I squealed in horror and out of
nowhere his hand came up and slapped me so hard I saw
stars.

The stream had stopped but he was glowering down at me
and I knew I had screwed up. He didn't yell at me.
Instead, in a quiet, firm, terrifying voice that was so
low I had to struggle to hear it he said, "Don't you
ever try to pull away from me again you fucking cunt!
You still don't get it. Your body doesn't belong to you
anymore. It belongs to me now and I'll do any fucking
thing I want with it. If I want to piss on you, you
stand right there and enjoy the heat. If I want to
shove my cock up your cunt and piss in your fucking
cunt you stand there and smile and wait for me to
finish. If I want to give you a piss enema you turn
around and spread your cheeks and let me shove my cock
up your ass and fill you with piss. And if I tell you
to get down on your knees and let me piss down your
throat then you drop and open your mouth. Now get your
ass back over here and wait for me to finish or we are
going out tonight and I'll let every fucking bum in
town piss on you."

I was crying quietly again as I shuffled closer and
allowed my body to come back into contact with Kevin's.
In a moment I felt the hot stream start again and I
pressed tightly against him so that the stream could
reach no higher than my belly. Even so it was the most
disgusting thing I could imagine. I realized that I
kept having that thought. Each new act that he came up
with to torment me was the most disgusting thing I
could imagine. I started to wonder if I could actually
lose my mind from being debased this way. I felt like I
was quickly losing my grip on reality. I knew why I was
submitting to him. I was terrified of what would happen
if I didn't. But I had thought that I was stronger than
that. I had always thought that I was the kind of woman
that would resist if I were attacked. I pictured myself
fighting, not submitting to one terrible, debasing act
after another. Was it really this easy to dominate a
woman? Was it really this easy to dominate me?

I was so wrapped up in not losing my mind that I was
unaware that Kevin had finished bathing me in urine
until he reached up and directed the shower head back
down so that we could get clean.

He made me wash him with my body wash and shampoo
before he let me clean myself. It felt strange washing
his kinky hair. I had never actually touched a black
man's hair before. I washed his hair and let the
shampoo sit while I ran my soapy hands over his strong,
muscular body. There were very few places on his body
that I had not already had my fingers or my tongue but
still it made me uncomfortable to move my hands over
his body this way.

He enjoyed it. I saw his penis begin to grow and twitch
even though I tried very hard to touch it as little and
as lightly as possible. I did not want that thing
getting hard again.

After I cleaned him and rinsed him off he got out and
dried off while I showered myself. I knew that I needed
to hurry but I kept bursting out in tears and it really
slowed me down.

I finally rinsed off and got out and dried myself. I
brushed my teeth and my hair and went into the bedroom
to find that Kevin and Lori had already selected my
outfit for today. It was lying on the bed. I didn't
realize at first that it was meant for me. I started
for my closet but Lori stopped me. "Mom! Where are you
going? We already picked out what you are going to wear
to work today."

Kevin was already dressed. Lori was still naked. School
was out for the summer and she had no plans for the
day. At least she had no plans of which I was aware.
But the only garment I could see was one of her
sundresses resting on the foot of the bed. Lori is at
least two dress sizes smaller than I am. There was no
way that I could fit into one of her dresses,
especially not that one which I had refused to allow
her to wear because it was too revealing. It was much
too short and the top was cut far too low. Even if I
could put it on it was totally inappropriate for a
woman my age.

Lori saw my consternation. She stood up and picked up
the sundress and held it up. She smiled and said, "I
think you'll look fantastic in this mom."

I started to explain that I couldn't, that it was too
small, and that it was totally inappropriate for the
workplace. Kevin interrupted. "Shut the fuck up and get
dressed you stupid cunt! Don't tell me you still don't
get it?! Do I need to put you back on the hook
tonight?"

My knees got weak at the very suggestion. I quickly
responded, "No sir! I'm sorry sir! I just meant that
Lori is smaller than I am. I don't think I can wear
that."

He chuckled and replied, "You better hope you can wear
it. You sure as hell don't want to go to work naked do
you?"

I took the dress from Lori held it up. The dress
buttoned up the front to just under the bust and the
top was supported by a tiny string that went up from
the bikini bra style front and tied behind the neck.
Lori had bought this a few weeks ago and when I saw her
trying it on at home I had gone ballistic. Even on her
small body it was far too revealing. Her breasts were
only partially covered. They were exposed from the
sides and it was so thin that her nipples had been
visible. The skirt had only just reached down below her
buttocks. This little dress was an invitation to ****
if I ever saw one.

I knew the answer before I asked, but I had to ask.
"What about my underwear?"

Kevin replied, "I don't like underwear on my cunts.
It's inconvenient. This way they stay fresh and aired
out and available."

He was such a gross young man!
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I put my arms into the sleeves and tied the string
behind my neck. With great difficulty I buttoned it up
the front. I had to suck in my stomach and hold my
breath while I fastened the buttons. When I had
buttoned them all I stood up straight and slowly
exhaled, praying as I did that the buttons would hold.

They did. But I had my doubts that they would last the
day. I had been so concerned with the buttons that I
didn't notice how outrageous it was until I turned to
face the full length mirror on my closet door. The
dress was far too tight. The spaces between the buttons
were stretched open exposing little patches of my naked
flesh. But that was nothing compared to the way it only
just barely covered my breasts. I was afraid that the
string around my neck was going to break but I didn't
dare loosen it. My nipples were obvious and to my great
consternation they were erect.

That was still not the worst part though. Even looking
down in my mirror at my hemline I could just make out
the very bottom of my hairless vagina. Anyone sitting
down and looking up at me would have a much more
revealing view. I could feel the back of the dress
resting on the cheeks of my butt and I knew without
turning around that at least a small portion of the
cheeks of my backside was exposed. Surely Kevin
wouldn't look at this garment and expect me to wear it
out of the house, much less to work!

I looked at his smiling face though and I saw only
approval. He turned to Lori and said, "After the bitch
goes to work we are going to have to go get her some
more of those. She looks pretty hot."

I didn't want to disobey him. Well, I did want to. But
I didn't dare. Still, I needed my job and I had to
point out the obvious to him. "But sir, I'll get fired
if I wear this to the office!"

Kevin just grinned that much more and replied, "Don't
worry about it slut. I'll take care of your boss."

Surely he wouldn't...oh my god!! He was going to make
me go to work like this! But he had something worse in
mind. I knew it from the look on his face. He planned
on making me have sex with my boss!

Oh no, this couldn't be happening. Mr. Johnson was a
large, and by large I meant morbidly obese, man in his
mid to late fifties. He was cold and unfriendly and if
I could have gotten a better job I would have left that
place a long time ago to get away from him. He ogled me
from time to time when he thought that I wasn't
looking. But he had never made a pass or done or said
anything that I considered inappropriate and I doubted
very much that he was going to be a part of whatever
Kevin had planned. He just wasn't that kind of person.

The three sales agents in the office were a different
matter. They had all skirted close to the line of
sexual harassment at one time or another. But Mr.
Johnson had them as cowed as he had me and he would not
permit that sort of behavior in the workplace. Now it
was just a question of whether or not he would fire me
or call the police. I hoped for the latter but at this
point I think I would settle for the former.

By the time I was ready it was too late for me to make
coffee. On most weekends I made a good breakfast but
coffee was all I ever made for breakfast during the
week. I didn't have much time and I didn't have much
appetite.

Kevin guided me out to the garage. He took one look at
my little Saturn and shook his head. He said, "I'm not
riding in that fucking toy car."

We went back through the house and outside to his car.
I glanced around nervously but thankfully none of my
neighbors seemed to be out and about. I stood there
looking at this young man's brand new Mercedes and
wondering where someone like him got the money for a
car like this.

He gave me a shove and said, "Quit fucking around and
get in bitch. You don't want to be late for work do
you?"

I walked around and got in. I had never been in a nice
car like this. It was pretty impressive but I was dying
to ask him how he got the money for it. I would hate to
think that I was riding around in a stolen car.

He drove me half way across town to my office and
parked out front. Mr. Johnson's car was there. He was
always the first one in. I usually got here at about
the same time he did and the agents came in an hour
later. They worked long hours most days and they worked
most weekends. Their only perk was coming in a little
late in the morning.

I prayed that Kevin would just let me out and drive
away. I didn't want to go into the office like this but
as humiliating as that would be it would be much worse
if Kevin took me inside. I didn't know what he had in
mind. I had my suspicions though. I knew that whatever
it was I would hate it.

Kevin opened his door and looked over at me. He scowled
and said, "I hope you aren't waiting for me to open
your fucking door for you. Jesus you are a stupid cunt!
Get the fuck out of the car bitch!"

Why did he have to talk that way?!

I got out quickly and closed my door. He came around
the car and I followed him inside. Mr. Johnson was in
his office with the door open. He looked up when we
came in. He saw Kevin and he saw me in this thing that
I was almost wearing and he knew that something was up.

Kevin put on a charming smile and pulled me into Mr.
Johnson's office. He stood me in place beside Mr.
Johnson's desk and reached out his hand to Mr. Johnson.
My boss shook his hand with a quizzical look on his
face and Kevin said, "Mr. Johnson. Don't worry. I'm not
here to ask you for anything. I'm here to make your
life more fun, more exciting, perhaps even more
profitable."

My boss sat back and waited to find out what this was
all about. I was waiting too. But I was waiting under a
dark black cloud of dread.

Mr. Johnson kept glancing over at the way I was dressed
and he couldn't hide his shock. But to my great dismay
he did not seem to be upset.

Kevin sat down and after letting Mr. Johnson look me
over he said, "Hot isn't she?"

Mr. Johnson just raised an eyebrow and waited.

Kevin said, "Don't worry. She doesn't mind. Well, she
does, but it doesn't matter. She belongs to me now.
Luckily for you I'm the kind of guy that likes to share
the joy. I started breaking her in last night. She is a
frigid bitch until you get her going. But I have to
tell you; once you start putting the meat to her she
gets really hot. Hell, she came so hard a few hours ago
she fucking passed out! Now she's new at this so you
will have to be firm with her. Don't take any **** from
her. If she gives you any problems you just let me
know. I know how to straighten her out. Don't I bitch?"

Oh god! Not here! Not in my office! But I knew what I
had to say. "Yes sir."
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Kevin crooked his finger and I moved closer to his
chair. He reached out and lifted the skirt of my little
sundress. I stood docilely, making it clear that Kevin
was indeed in charge of me.

Kevin allowed Mr. John*** a moment to enjoy the view
and then pushed me away and told me to stand where my
boss could see me better.

I moved around his desk and stood beside his chair. His
face and neck were bright red but I didn't think for a
moment that he was embarrassed.

He looked up at my face and stared into my eyes as his
hand reached for the hem of my skirt and eased it up
over my flat belly exposing my freshly shaved crotch.
He stared at my eyes for a long time before he looked
down. He saw the pain in my eyes, the ***********, the
fear. And I saw his reaction. There was a large bulge
in the front of his pants.

Christ! Were all men like this! Is that all they want
from a woman, her body? Do they not care how we feel,
what we think?

I jerked in reaction to the touch of Mr. John***'s
fingers sliding down over my exposed flesh and I knew
what the answer was in his case. If he cared at all it
was because my suffering excited him. There was no
sympathy to be found in him.

I struggled to remain still and hold back the tears as
his fingers moved over my sensitive mound. I shivered
at his touch, I'm not sure why. I certainly wasn't
enjoying it! He didn't seem to realize it though. He
suddenly smiled, one of the very few times I had ever
seen him smile, and said, "I'll be god damned!"

He said, "Here Karen. You hold this up to your waist
and turn around slowly. I have been admiring your cute
ass for a long time. I'm dying to see it."

As I turned around slowly Kevin said, "I'd appreciate
it if you didn't call her that Mr. John***. Call her
bitch or cunt. Either one is fine. You don't want to
give her the idea that she is good for anything but
fucking and sucking. That's been her problem all these
years. She thought she was more than just a hundred
pounds of fuck meat. She needs to learn her place."

I was even redder by the time I had turned all the way
around. I wasn't just humiliated now. I was furious at
what that evil young man was saying. But I was far too
terrified of him to respond.

Mr. John*** continued to stare at my exposed flesh as
he spoke with Kevin. "Let me get this straight ***. You
are saying that I can do anything that I want with this
bitch? I can fuck her? I can get her to suck my cock,
anything I want?"

"That's right Mr. John***," Kevin responded. "In fact,
that is what I want you to do. And I want you to feel
free to share her with your clients and the men that
work for you."

Mr. John*** finally tore his eyes away from my exposed
body and turned to Kevin. He was still skeptical. He
asked, "And what do you want in return?"

Kevin laughed quietly and replied, "Not a thing Mr.
John***. It's just a part of her training. I just get a
huge fucking kick out of how much she hates it."

He chuckled loudly and added, "You should have seen her
when I had her eating out my ass last night! Man that
really messed with her head. She's a real trip! Oh, and
if you think she's hot you should come over some
evening when she isn't busy and fuck her fifteen year
old ********. That girl is a great fuck and she could
suck the chrome off the bumper of a '59 Cadillac in
about two seconds."

Mr. John*** looked at Kevin and I saw the excitement in
his face as he asked, "No ****, fifteen?"

Kevin just kept on grinning that evil grin and said,
"No ****. I started training her about three months
ago. She's broken in good now. She'll do anything or
anyone I tell her. Hell, you should have seen the two
of them in a sixty-nine last night. I gotta tell you,
there ain't much hotter than a ****** and ******** in a
sixty-nine. Fuck, I'm getting hard again just thinking
about it. I think I'll leave you two alone now and go
home and fuck her little girl again. Oh, you don't have
a problem with her outfit do you? I was going to go out
and get her a bunch more like it today."

Kevin stood up and Mr. John*** stood up and held his
hand out. They shook hands and my boss said, "***, I
love her outfit. I really appreciate this. I'll make
sure your bitch gets a good workout today and I'm going
to take you up on your offer. I would love to see her
and her little girl in a sixty-nine. If you ever need
anything from me don't hesitate to let me know."

Kevin handed a piece of paper to my boss and said, "My
name is Kevin. This is my cell phone number. If you
have a problem just give me a call."

Kevin started to leave but it occurred to me that my
car was at home in my garage. I called out, "Wait, sir,
please. I'm sorry, but how do I get home? Are you going
to pick me up?"

Kevin glowered at me as if to say that a lowlife like
me had no business bothering him with stupid questions.
He said, "Take the bus stupid. Jesus! How did you get
to be this old? You are one dumb cunt!"

As soon as Kevin closed the door behind him my boss
looked at the clock. Then he smiled at me and under his
breath he said, "I'll be a *** of a bitch."

He stared at me for a moment longer and then said, "Go
lock the front door bitch. Then get back in here and
take that dress off."

I whispered, "Mr. John***, please, I..."

He stopped smiling and asked, "Am I going to have to
call Kevin?"

That was all it took to assure my surrender. I went out
into the outer office and locked the door. I returned
to Mr. John***'s office and slowly removed my
********'s little sundress. I heard my boss's sudden
intake of breath as I exposed by breasts. Under his
breath I heard him say, "Lovely. Simply perfect!"

I unbuttoned the dress and let it fall away from my
body. I gathered it up and held it in front of me for a
second but then I realized that I was just teasing him
and I dropped it on a nearby chair.

I felt so naked. It was so inappropriate here. Not just
because I was with my big, fat, old boss but because
this was my office. This was where I worked. This was
the one place, more than any other that this type of
behavior was not permitted. Now I stood naked and
available before my fully dressed boss.

Mr. John*** got up and went around and put a
"Conference in session – Do not disturb" sign on his
door and closed it. He turned around and said, "Later,
after the guys are fucking you too it won't be
necessary. I think it best just this once though. We
don't want to cause any heart attacks."

I don't know why he thought it necessary to explain
himself to me. I certainly had no choice in this
matter.

He moved over to his desk and stared at me for a
moment. It was as if he still couldn't believe this was
happening to him. Well, I suppose it was happening to
me more than it was to him. But he couldn't believe his
luck.

He crooked his finger and I edged closer to him. He
raised his hot, sweaty, pudgy hand and grasped my
breast. He squeezed it painfully and I saw him grin as
I cringed. I swear, the more I learned about men the
more certain I was that I had been right about them all
along. They are all *******. Dirty, smelly, untrainable
*******.
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He relaxed his grip and grasped my nipple instead. He
was just as cruel handling my sensitive nipple as he
had been when he first grasped my breast. He pulled and
twisted and it was obvious that this was not meant to
be foreplay. It wasn't for me anyway. He was obviously
enjoying tormenting me as much as Kevin had last night.
I stood grimacing as he worked my nipple in a manner
which was obviously intended only to cause pain. But I
didn't fight him. I didn't beg him. I stood there and
thought of the consequences if I were to resist and
with tears pouring down my cheeks I suffered through
it. There seemed to be no other options for me anymore.

Through my tears I saw him glance at the clock on the
wall again and he pushed me to my knees. He stared down
at me as he unbuckled his belt. I could hardly see him
through my tears but I remembered that sound and I
shivered as I remembered what Kevin had done to me last
night. It only underlined the need to obey Mr.
Johnson's every order. I knew that I wasn't strong
enough to survive another session hanging from that
hook in my living room ceiling.

I heard a zipper sliding down and then the sound of
clothing rustling. I felt his hand on the back of my
head guiding my face into his exposed crotch. I groaned
in disgust as his large stomach came in contact with my
forehead. I was ****** to duck down and lift his
stomach with my head and tilt my head backwards to gain
access to his little penis. Well, I say little. It was
small compared to Kevin's. I suppose most of them are
small compared to Kevin's.

Mr. Johnson's sex organ was average I suppose. It
seemed to be larger than my husband's, though not by
much. I felt it on my lips and I opened my mouth and
started sucking it the way I had learned this morning
when Kevin began my training.

It was over so quickly I was startled. In less than two
minutes I felt a small stream of extremely bitter fluid
ooze out onto my tongue. I thought at first he had
started to urinate! But I heard him gasping and he
grabbed my head in both hands and held me tight to his
shivering stomach and I realized that he had indeed
achieved orgasm. It was just a nasty, totally
inadequate orgasm. I suppose it was appropriate from
this nasty and inadequate male.

When I realized that I was looking down on him for not
being a very good ****** I was shocked. What are these
men doing to my mind?!

He held me like that for a moment and then relaxed his
grip and leaned back against his desk. He looked
ludicrous that way. His trousers were down around his
calves and his huge belly hung over, almost hiding his
genitalia.

But I was the one on my knees. I was the one being
sexually ******, ****d. I was the one with the horrible
taste in my mouth.

I think that he may have seen the expression on my face
as I looked at him in disgust and it angered him. I
knew immediately that I had screwed up. I saw his
expression change. Up until that moment it was all
about the pleasure he was getting as he used me for his
pleasure. That had just changed.

He stood up and turned around and leaned over his desk.
I didn't know what was happening until I heard his
voice which sounded like it was cold and tinged with
anger. He said, "How about a brownie to go with that
cream bitch? Get your fucking face in there. Spread
those cheeks out and eat my ass. And I had better feel
some enthusiasm back there or I'm calling that phone
number."

I gaped at his huge buttocks. I swear they were a yard
wide! I felt like I was going to be ill as I edged
closer on my knees. When I was close enough I reached
up and placed one of my hands on each of his large,
gelatinous butt cheeks and with considerable effort I
spread them apart. I slowly leaned forward and just as
I had done for Kevin not that many hours ago I leaned
forward and slid my tongue through that dark, dank,
disgusting divide running down the middle of his huge
buttocks.

Mr. Johnson was clean. He had obviously recently
showered. Even so, I gagged as my stomach rebelled at
this disgusting task. I swabbed my tongue down through
that dank crack twice more before I located and began
to concentrate on his hairy, dark brown anus. Even
though he seemed clean there was a musty taste that
revolted me as I worked my tongue around his anal
opening and then attempted to poke it inside the way
Kevin had demanded when I was ****** to do it to him.

As I worked on him he shivered and moaned in pleasure.
I kept waiting for him to tell me that I could stop. My
jaw and my tongue were getting very tired and the
effort needed to keep his cheeks pressed apart was
almost more than I could stand. My face was almost
totally enveloped in his huge, flabby butt cheeks and
it was a constant struggle to get enough air to
breathe.

He surprised me when after at least five minutes he
pushed himself off of the desk and stood up. I
straightened up and let my tired arms drop to my side.
He spun around and I was distressed to see that his
penis was hard again! I had not expected this old,
extremely out of shape ogre to be able to achieve
another erection so soon.

He ordered me to stand and he roughly pushed me down on
my back on his desk. He lifted my legs and glowered
down at me as my legs framed him. He leaned down over
me and in a fierce whisper he exclaimed, "I saw that
look on your face you fucking cunt. You think I'm
disgusting? You haven't seen anything yet bitch. I'm
going to turn your fucking life upside down."

As he struggled to align his re-inflated sex organ with
my still dry vagina I thought to myself, "You're a
little too late to turn my life upside down you dirty
old man."

But I said nothing. I stared at the ceiling and waited
for him to use me. I only hoped that it would be as
quick the second time.

He found my opening with some difficulty and as soon as
the flared head of his sex organ was lodged inside of
me he rammed it in to me violently. I cried out in pain
and grasped the sides of his desk and held on as he
began to **** me even more ******** than Kevin had last
night. His girth was overwhelming and I felt like I was
being crushed as he pounded into me.

It wasn't over quite as quickly as the first time. But
he didn't last long. I doubt if five minutes had passed
before he slammed himself into me one last time and
shivered as he emptied his filthy seed into me.

He stood in place over me as his penis went soft. He
was panting and his face was bright red. I was afraid
that he was going to have a heart attack. Well, I
wasn't that afraid. To be honest I was hoping that he
would have a heart attack. Just not on top of me. His
huge belly extended up over me almost to my breasts. He
was resting on his arms but the weight of his belly was
almost crushing me.
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I felt his penis pop out of me and he finally stood up.
I took several deep breaths and then I sat up and slid
off of his desk. As soon as I was standing he grabbed
me by the back of my neck and bent me down and said,
"Clean up that mess cunt. And if I ever see that look
on your face again I promise you the next cock you suck
will be attached to a fucking dog!"

I bent down and sucked his slimy sex organ clean and
held it in my mouth until he pushed me away. He pulled
his pants back up and put his clothing in order as he
glared at me. When he was dressed again he ordered me
to spread my legs and he examined my crotch.

He stared at my exposed sex for a moment and then he
reached down and I realized that he was ******** up his
spend with his pudgy fingers. He stood up and leered at
me as he said, "Open your whore mouth."

I guess I had really upset him. He must be very self
conscious about his weight problem. I hadn't realized
he was that observant. Still, it didn't seem fair. He
was ****** me. It seemed to me that I had every right
to look at him with disgust. I wouldn't make that
mistake again.

I opened my mouth and he roughly shoved his fingers
into my mouth and ordered me to suck them clean. There
wasn't much there. It was a humiliating thing to do but
I hardly tasted his sperm at all.

I sucked his fingers clean and as he returned to his
seat I heard the front door. The agents all had keys
and I heard the door open and someone came in and
closed the door. I turned to Mr. Johnson and whispered,
"Please sir, can I get dressed now?"

He leered at me and exclaimed, "What's the point? No, I
like you just the way you are. The office doesn't open
for another hour. I don't see why you shouldn't stay
like that until it's time to open the front door. Hell,
I wish I could keep you naked all damned day."

He got up and went out, pulling the door closed behind
him. I stood there in front of his desk in the nude
waiting for the next indignity. As I stood there I
thought about the three agents. They were in their
thirties and forties. They were on the soft side,
though they were not as obese as Mr. Johnson. One of
them had made a pass at me when I first started working
here and I had set him straight. He had seemed to
resent it at first but after a while it seemed to be
forgotten. I guess he warned the other two men about me
because they always treated me appropriately.

The men in the office all seemed friendly to each
other. They joked among themselves and they often went
out to lunch together. I was always an outsider. I was
never invited to their lunches or when they got
together for a ***** after work. That had been fine
with me. But now I realized that there was a tension in
this office, a sexual tension. My inability to deflect
that and establish a more comfortable working
relationship could come back to haunt me now.

I was distracted from my thoughts when I heard the
front door open twice more. I knew that all three
agents were in the office now. I could hear a faint
buzz of conversation for several minutes before Mr.
Johnson's office door burst open and he nodded his head
at me indicating that he wanted me to step out into the
front office.

The need to cover my nudity with my arms was almost
overwhelming. But somehow I knew that if I did it would
only amuse them. I slowly made my way out into the
outer office and stood by my desk. All four men quickly
gathered around and Pete said, "I'll be god damned.
Will you look at that!"

Mr. Johnson said, "Turn around cunt, nice and slow. Let
the boys get a good look at your frigid ass."

My face was burning bright red. I was so scared that I
could hardly catch my breath. I stared at the carpet as
I turned slowly for their amusement. It seemed like
every time I thought that I could not possibly be any
more embarrassed I was proven wrong.

At first the men just stared in awe as I turned slowly.
Then, first one and then all three of them began to
move their hands over my exposed female body parts.
That was what I was to them. I wasn't a woman, a
person. I was a collection of interesting female body
parts that was now available for their amusement. The
fact that I had been so rigidly correct since I had
started working here, so quick to take umbrage at any
off color remarks, that just made it that much more
exciting for them.

They knew that I hated this. It was obvious. I suppose
that they thought that they were going to do more than
take advantage of me now that I was in their power.
They were also going to teach me a lesson. Since
midnight it seemed that every male I came into contact
with wanted to use me and teach me a lesson. For just a
second I started to wonder if maybe there had been
something wrong with me after all, something that made
me incapable of relating to men, some flaw that needed
correcting. But I quickly dismissed that silly idea.

The first of the men to actually speak since Pete's
first comment was Pete again. I detected a note in his
voice that let me know right away how much he was going
to enjoy this after I had snubbed him so rudely when I
first started working here. He said, "Not so high and
mighty now, are you Karen?"

Mr. Johnson cleared his throat and Pete corrected
himself. He said, "I'm sorry. I mean cunt."

I had no response so I just stood there letting the
three men grope me. Suddenly there was a sharp crack
and a sudden pain in my butt. Pete said, "I asked you a
fucking question bitch!"

I sobbed quietly and said, "No Pete. I'm not so high
and mighty now. I'm sorry I said no to you before."

Pete chuckled and said, "But you won't be saying no
anymore will you cunt?"

"No sir," I responded despondently.

Jim had been holding onto and kneading my left breast
since Mr. Johnson called me into the front office. He
finally let me go and stared at my body as he began to
open his pants. Although aloof, Jim had always been a
perfect gentleman. I would have thought that he would
be the last to take advantage of me in my present
helpless condition if he did so at all. I was surprised
that it appeared he would be the first.

He pushed his slacks and his shorts down just enough to
free his penis and he stood there stroking it. He
stared at me while saying to Pete, "You two can discuss
your broken hearted love affair while I fuck her cunt
can't you?"
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Pete and Jon chuckled as Jim pushed me down over my
desk and began to slide his organ through the tight
crack between my buttocks. I was afraid for a moment
that he was going to try to enter me there. But after a
moment or two he bent his knees and entered my vagina
from behind.

His penis was nothing like Kevin's of course. It was,
however, much larger than Mr. Johnson's and he didn't
have that huge stomach that kept him from getting
close. I grunted in pain as Jim pushed his organ into
me violently and I was thankful that there was some
small amount of moisture there from when Mr. Johnson
****d me earlier.

Jim ****d me violently right from the start and the
other three men urged him on with crude and vile
comments about what he was doing and about what they
were going to do to me and about my body as I jerked
around helplessly on the end of his male appendage.

Pete didn't watch for long though. After only a couple
of minutes he moved around my desk and stood by my face
as he slowly pulled his zipper down. I was ****** to
watch as he reached in and pulled out his organ and
when it was exposed he leaned forward and rubbed it all
over my face, guiding it with his hand and leaving a
trail of his vile male juices everywhere it touched.

I was finding that no average male sex organ was quite
as threatening now as it had been. Not after having
dealt with Kevin's oversized penis. But they were still
disgusting things and I wanted nothing to do with them.
Still, it was impossible to look at them the same way
after what I had gone through last night. I wanted to
vomit as Pete placed the head of his drooling penis
against my lips and began to push but I was not as
terrified as I would have been before Kevin ****d me.

I allowed Pete to ***** his appendage into my mouth and
I tried to suck it as I had been taught. I didn't get
the chance though. As soon as the head of his penis
squeezed past my teeth Pete began to drive it into me
as if my mouth were a vagina. His penis was about seven
inches long. It was probably only half as thick as
Kevin's, maybe even less than that. But even so it was
of a respectable length and thickness and he was
attacking me just as ******** as Jim was. I started
gagging and I brought my hands up to try to protect
myself.

Jon and Mr. Johnson grabbed my arms and held them. I
struggled for a moment to free myself but it was
hopeless. Pete grabbed my head in his hands and resumed
his ****** strokes, striking the back of my throat with
each stab of his male weapon.

I remembered Lori's advice last night and I tried
swallowing just before Pete plunged his thing into me
and at first it didn't seem to make a difference. But
then, after several more abortive attempts to slam his
penis into me I guess he timed it just right and
suddenly Pete's organ slid right down my throat.

He held my face pressed tightly against his stomach and
groaned in pleasure as the others made crude comments
about what they erroneously interpreted as my rapidly
improving oral sex skills. I started to panic as he
held me like that but after a moment I realized that I
could breathe and I stopped struggling again. I relaxed
and Pete took several more violent strokes and I felt
him quiver as he shot his slimy male spend down my
throat.

I had been so distracted by the painful **** of my
throat that I hadn't even realized that Jim had already
filled me with his seed as well. He was standing behind
me now with his organ going soft in my vagina and his
hands moving over the cheeks of my butt.

Pete finally withdrew and a moment later Jim pulled out
of me with an embarrassing wet sucking sound. He moved
around my desk and I wasn't even surprised when he
offered his nasty organ to my lips. I groaned, "Oh god,
why me?" under my breath. But I opened my mouth and
when he pushed into my mouth I sucked him clean.

I heard the others making sounds of disgust as I sucked
Jim's organ clean. The worst part was that I knew that
it wasn't over yet. I realized that for the foreseeable
future it was not ever going to be over. I would be
doing this for these men over and over as often as they
wished. There was no end in sight. I knew that Kevin
would never let me quit this job. It amused him that I
was being treated this way. It had been his idea!

I heard the rustle of clothing again and without even
looking I knew that Jon was preparing to use me. I lay
there unmoving and waited for him to take me. I jumped
when he slapped my buttock and said, "Well cunt, where
to you want me to put my cock? Do you want me to fuck
your cunt or your face?"

I groaned. I didn't want him at all. But if I had to,
and if he was actually going to let me decide, I wanted
it in the correct place. I answered meekly, "Please
sir, put it in my vagina."

They all laughed and Mr. Johnson exclaimed, "Your
vagina?! You stupid cunt! You don't have a vagina. You
have a cunt!"

Jim was still standing near my head with his penis out
and he asked, "What is this cunt?"

I looked to see him stroking his organ and I answered,
"It's your penis sir."

There was silence for a moment and then I heard Mr.
Johnson say, "Jesus! You dumb fucking whore. Nobody but
a doctor or a biology teacher calls it a fucking penis!
It's a cock for Christ's sake! I can see that we are
going to have to work on your vocabulary."

He moved closer and slapped my buttocks and asked,
"What's that cunt?"

I almost said that they were my buttocks. But I knew
that would be the wrong answer. I knew what he wanted
me to say. I meekly responded, "That's my ass sir."

He grunted and reached under me and squeezed my breast
and asked, "And that?"

I sighed and answered, "My tit?"

I felt his hand come up between my wide spread thighs
and I jumped as he slapped my mound. When his hand came
in contact with my mound he apparently got a coating of
the juices leaking out of me. In a voice heavy with
disgust he exclaimed, "Fuck!" Then I felt him wiping
his hand in my hair. When he had wiped the juices from
his hand he asked, "What was that?"

I hated these words! They were so demeaning, so ugly. I
had never used them and I despised those that did. But
I wasn't in charge of me anymore. I finally answered
with the word I knew they were waiting for. "It's my
cunt sir."

Mr. Johnson said, "Very good cunt. You got the girl
stuff right. Now let's try the boy parts. Go ahead
cunt, name them."

I almost whispered, "Cock."
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I heard him chuckle. He knew how hard this was for me.
He paused and said, "And..."

I didn't know what he wanted for a second but then I
realized what he wanted me to say.

"Balls sir."

"Very good," he exclaimed. "Maybe you aren't such a
dumb cunt after all. From now on I don't want to hear
you use those fucking medical terms anymore. I don't
want you to even think them. You need to start wrapping
your mind around your new world. Because I am already
having to decide whether or not I should report to
Kevin that you tried to fight Pete off when he stuck
his cock in your mouth."

I panicked as soon as he said that. I dropped to my
knees in front of him and raised my hands in
supplication. I begged, "Please sir. I'll do anything.
I didn't realize what I was doing. I didn't mean to
resist, I swear it. It was just a natural reaction. I'm
new at this. Please Mr. Johnson. I'll do anything. You
can't tell Kevin. Oh god. He'll beat me so bad this
time. He warned me and I forgot. Please sir."

I heard Pete say, "Will you fucking look at that!"

I glanced around at the three men. I don't know what I
expected from them. I hadn't expected pity or sympathy
and it's good that I hadn't because I saw none of those
emotions. They stood around me gloating and enjoying my
abject terror. They were amused.

Mr. Johnson, as if dealing with a recalcitrant *****
said grudgingly, "I'll make my decision by closing
time. So you had better be on your best behavior for
the rest of the day."

I thanked him breathlessly. I resolved to do anything
and everything to please him today. The alternative was
unthinkable.

Mr. Johnson turned to Jon and said, "It's almost time
to open up. Jon, are you going to knock off a piece?"

Jon laughed and said, "Are you kidding? I've been
wondering what it would be like to fuck this cunt since
she started working here."

Jon ordered me to stand and when I had he ordered me to
lie on my back on my desk.

I moved into the position he demanded and he lifted my
legs and placed my heels on the edge of my desk. He
already had his semi-hard penis...I mean his semi-hard
cock out of his pants and he moved between my legs and
slid it up and down my wet cunt. I stared at the
ceiling as he teased me with his cock until it was
hard. I didn't want to see it. I kept my eyes on the
ceiling. But I had the impression that it was larger
than the others. It was hard to tell without looking
though.

He ordered me to line his cock up for him and I reached
down and took him in my fingers. It was obvious right
away that I had been correct. He was no Kevin but his
cock was noticeably larger than the other three men
that I worked with. I glanced down just before I guided
it into me and I would guess that it was about eight
inches long and almost as big around as Kevin's.

He rested the head of his cock inside me for a moment
and then slowly pushed it inside of me. It reminded me
of early this morning with Kevin. He slowly slid it all
the way inside of me and then he lifted my legs up over
his shoulder and stared down at me lying helpless on my
desk.

I had returned to staring at the ceiling but I could
see his grin in my peripheral vision and I hated him
for it.

He paused a moment longer, to enjoy the feeling of my
tight cunt wrapped around his cock I suppose. Then he
slowly pulled it back out until only the large knob
remained inside of me. He paused again and then in one
violent stroke he drove it all the way back inside of
me.

It almost knocked the wind out of me. I gasped for air
as he began pounding me viciously. It felt as if he was
trying to hurt me more than he was trying to achieve
orgasm.

My breasts, I mean my tits began to sway wildly in time
to his rapid, vicious, violent strokes and it quickly
became very painful. I reached up to cup them with my
hands and hold them in place but he barked at me, "Put
your fucking hands down bitch! I like watching your big
tits bounce around like jello. It turns me the fuck on.
You've got a nice tight cunt too. I like that. We are
going to have a lot of fun together from now on cunt.
All five of us. It's going to be one big happy office
now. And I can't wait to fuck your little girl. I've
never fucked a fifteen year old. I can't wait to see
what that's like.

His sentences were punctuated by the loud sound of his
flesh slapping mine and my grunts of pain as his big
cock ******** my body. But as bad, as hurtful as this
was, as awful as the things that he was saying were,
that wasn't the worst part. The worst part of this was
that I was going to cum. I felt it rising in me and I
struggled with it but I felt myself losing control.

My grunts of pain began to turn into moans of pleasure
and I had to bite my tongue to keep from calling out as
his big cock pummeled me senseless. But as hard as I
tried I couldn't hide it.

I heard Jim exclaim, "*** of a bitch! Look at that! The
fucking skuzzy bitch is going to cum! What a fucking
cunt!"

I don't know if it was his words or his big cock or a
combination but suddenly I lost control and called out
wordlessly. I felt my cunt clamp down on Jon's big
cock. My hips came up off the desk to meet his violent
thrusts and I screamed as my body betrayed me by
enjoying the second orgasm I had ever had in my life.

I heard the buzz of lewd comments around me. I was
panting so hard and the ***** was pounding in my ears
so loudly that I couldn't understand the words at
first. But I knew what they were saying. At this moment
though, it didn't matter. When Jon drove into me with
several even more violent strokes and then froze I knew
what was happening as he gripped my legs so tight that
it hurt and called me one nasty name right after
another. He was filling me with yet another load of cum
and when I realized it, to my eternal shame, I came
again.

Everyone seemed to freeze in place for a very long
time. There wasn't a sound in the office as I lay there
in front of the four men that I work for with Jon's
cock buried inside of me and waited for him to
withdraw.

No one moved or spoke until several long moments later
he slowly pulled his soft cock out of me. He moved
around my desk and as I sucked his cock clean I could
feel a river of hot cum oozing from my tingling orifice
and beginning to drain down onto my desk.

Still no one moved, even after I had sucked Jon's cock
clean. But as he began to put his cock away and put his
clothing back in place Mr. Johnson said, "Jesus cunt.
Look at you! You are a fucking mess. Get up on your
desk."
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I didn't know what he had in mind but I knew that
whatever it was I wasn't going to like it. I was so
weak that I had trouble sitting up. But no one helped
me. They watched as I struggled to sit up and then,
with difficulty I turned over onto my hands and knees
on my desk and finally was able to stand.

I had to bend at the waist to avoid hitting my head on
the ceiling. I stood in that awkward position with the
four men looking up at my ****** body for a moment. I
could feel more of their cum begin to ooze out of me
and I realized that I must be a mess down there.

Mr. Johnson said, "Squat down bitch."

I slowly bent my knees until I was squatting facing
them with my thighs spread wide. I felt totally exposed
and totally humiliated. It was bad enough that I was
****** to submit to any man that wanted to **** me now.
But being ****** into these humiliating poses made it
so much worse.

Mr. Johnson bent closer and looked at my messy cunt and
said, "Hold your hand under your cunt and let that cum
drain out of you. Let's see what you've got in there."

My first reaction was to give the old lecher a dirty
look but I controlled it in time. I remembered the
threat hanging over my head. I closed my eyes but when
I did I began to lose my balance. I couldn't even hide
behind my eyelids. I was ****** to see the four men
watching me as I cupped my hand beneath my pussy and
strained to expel the cum that they had deposited
there.

I glanced nervously at the clock. The office was
scheduled to open in less than ten minutes. There was a
door not twenty feet in front of me that was largely
made of plate glass. Anyone approaching to see if we
were open yet could not fail to see me crouching naked
on my desk in front of my four male co-workers. I
wanted desperately to get this over with and I strained
to expel the contents of my tired pussy into my hand.

I was rewarded by several large, disgusting dollops of
a slimy liquid and a smaller thin stream that lasted
for a couple of minutes before tapering off. My cupped
hand was full of their disgusting fluids and the smell
was turning my stomach.

When I finally stopped draining, Mr. Johnson said,
"Okay bitch, eat it."

I gasped in horror and my head swiveled around so
quickly it hurt. I looked in his eyes and I saw him
hoping I would refuse. I was instantly broken. I
couldn't refuse. The consequences were more than I
could even contemplate.

I slowly brought my hand up to my face. I foolishly
took a deep breath and nearly had to vomit. I took my
hand away from my face and brought my stomach under
control. I took another deep breath, this time with my
hand away from my face, and then I brought my hand back
to my lips. I stuck my tongue out and scooped up a
little of the slime and made myself swallow it.

I realized that it would take forever this way and that
if I didn't hurry it was inevitable that a customer
would come to the door and see me this way. I could
just picture a couple of young ******** staring at me
through that plate glass.

I steeled myself and opened my mouth and placed my hand
over my mouth. I slurped up the slimy mess as quickly
as I could, trying desperately not to taste it. I
consoled myself by telling myself that it wasn't as
awful as that tiny mouthful of fluid that Mr. Johnson
had deposited on my tongue this morning. I almost
giggled as I realized that had probably been his first
orgasm in years. When I realized I had nearly giggled I
began to fear for my sanity and I quickly finished
cleaning my hand with my tongue. I needed to get down
from here and get dressed and get cleaned up quickly.

Fortunately Mr. Johnson realized it too and he ordered
me down from my desk. They watched me climb down and
when I had my feet back on the floor Mr. Johnson
pointed out the small puddle of cum on my desk that had
drained out of me before I stood up. I fought back the
tears of despair as I leaned over and licked my desk
clean of their vile slime. It had cooled and it seemed
even more disgusting now than when it was still warm.
When I had cleaned my desk to his satisfaction Mr.
Johnson invited them into his office to watch me
struggle into the sundress I had worn to work this
morning.

They gathered around and watched in amusement as I
struggled into my only garment. When I was dressed the
boss said, "Okay boys. Here are the rules. You can fuck
the bitch, or whatever, in the morning and at lunch
time. Her owner told me that he will invite us to her
house now and then to fuck her and her ******** but he
wants to finish training her first and get back some of
the money that he is investing in her new clothes. But
I'm warning you. If sales start to slip or if I get any
complaints from customers then the party is over and
I'll be the only one fucking the bitch. Do we have an
understanding?"

The men all nodded vigorously. I stood mute. There was
nothing for me to agree to.

Everyone stared at me a moment longer until Mr. Johnson
said, "Okay, time to open up."

I started to follow the agents out of the office when
he called us back. He said, "I almost forgot. Keep your
eyes peeled for any customers that might be more pliant
if we let them spend a little time with our office
cunt. If we can make a little money using her pretty
little ass then I don't have a problem with that."

We filed out then. The agents each had a small office
on the other side of the outer office where my desk
was. My job was to answer the phones, type their
letters and fill out all of the many dozens of forms
that were required and to greet customers that came
through the door and make them welcome. Well, that had
been my job. My job description had just been
substantially expanded. I was now a total slave to
these four perverts as well as Kevin.

While the men went to their offices I hurried to our
unisex bathroom and did what I could to clean myself up
and make myself presentable. Then I returned to my desk
and sat staring off into space for a long moment,
fighting to control the constant urge to cry.

Now that I was finally alone in my office I sat at my
desk and thought about the phone call to the police
that I had intended to make. I went over that
humiliating conversation in my head and tried to think
how of some way to report what had happened in a way
that would assure that I would be protected from all
five men that were using me now but still would protect
my dignity as much as possible.

As I sifted through the very few options I thought that
I had my ******** suddenly popped through the door and
strutted over to my desk. She dropped a folder on my
desk and said, "Kevin said that you would be sitting
here thinking about calling the police. He told me to
tell you to look at this first. After you look at it
you need to give it to your boss."

She turned around and rushed out before I could even
speak. On her way out she smiled and waved at Mr.
Johnson. I assumed that Kevin must have already told
her that she would soon be getting fucked by the men in
my office and she seemed happy about it. That was not
the young woman that I had raised! I had done
everything in my power to make a proper young lady out
of her and in three months Kevin had turned her into a
slut. Worse than a slut. She was nearly as warped as
he! My teenage ******** was gleefully taking an active
part in my **** and aiding her perverted boyfriend as
he enslaved me.

I stared at the folder that she had dropped on my desk
but before I could open it a young family of four came
in and asked for Pete. I got up without thinking and I
saw the shocked expression on the faces of both adults
as I stood and escorted them to Pete's office. I had
forgotten for a moment just how much of me was exposed
in this little dress.
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I was grateful that at least the little boy and girl
didn't even seem to notice. I would have to be a little
more careful about getting up when someone came in,
especially when they had ********. I thought back to
when I had been squatting on my desk a little earlier
and looking out through the door imagining how horrible
it would be if a family with ******** had approached at
that moment. I shuddered in horror as I imagined how
traumatic it could have been if those two young
******** had seen me a few minutes ago.

I returned to my desk and after making sure that no one
was watching I slowly opened the folder that Lori had
dropped off. The first thing I saw was an 8X10 high
resolution photograph of me on top of my ******** as we
ate each other's cunts. (I'll never get used to using
that awful word!)

I stared at it for a few seconds. I wanted to grab it
and rip it into a thousand pieces but I realized how
futile that would be. Besides, I had been ordered to
give it to Mr. Johnson after I went through the folder.

I turned it over and the next photograph was the same
thing from a different angle. I turned that picture
over and under it was a note from Lori asking me what
the police would think when she informed them that I
had ****** her to submit to me and that I had been
making her submit to my lesbian **** fantasies for
years.

I grabbed a tissue and dried the tears in my eyes. Then
I flipped through the remaining pictures. There seemed
to be at least one picture of everything that I had
been subjected to last night, often there were several.
Everything, that is, except the terrible, mind warping
beating. There were pictures of me sucking on Kevin's
massive cock. I couldn't help noting once more how
impressive it was even as I hated myself for thinking
that.

There were pictures of my mouth when it was open and
full of Kevin's cum. There were pictures of Lori and me
kneeling side by side on the bed and pictures of Kevin
fucking me violently from behind. The last three
pictures were of me with my tongue in Kevin's ass.

I closed the folder and stared at it. Lori and I had
gotten along like oil and water for quite some time
now. She blamed me for her ****** leaving. Well, she
was aware that I had thrown him out. She loved her
****** and she was gradually, or maybe not so gradually
coming to hate me. I had no doubt that she would tell
the police that I had been ********* her for several
years if that was what Kevin wanted her to say.

It had become obvious now that there was no way that I
could go to the police. It would be my word against the
word of everyone around me. My only other option was to
sneak away and get as far from here as I could. I
didn't know if I could deal with that option either. I
had no money in the bank. My car wasn't paid for and if
I tried to run with it I'm sure the bank would report
it stolen. I would be homeless and on foot and broke. I
had few job skills and I certainly couldn't refer
anyone to Mr. Johnson for a recommendation. I was
trapped.

I sat at my desk for an hour with a half finished
letter on my computer. I stared at that closed folder
on my desk and tried desperately to think of some way
out of this mess. I tried to think of someone that
could help me, someone that I could run to. But there
was no one. I had somehow managed to alienate everyone
that I was related to and I had no friends. For just a
second I wondered again if I could be the person these
men and my ******** seemed to think that I was. Could I
be this cold, frigid bitch, deserving of this sort of
*****?

But no, I was just a good woman surrounded by perverts
and helplessly ensnared, to be used for their amusement
and sexual satisfaction until I found some way out of
this contrived mess. I know that I'm not perfect. But I
don't doubt that I am a good woman and that I was a
good ****** to that monster that Kevin had managed to
somehow turn Lori into. This was a perfect example of
bad things happening to good people.

I was so involved in my own troubles that I almost
didn't notice Pete leaving the office with the young
family that had come in earlier. He stuck his head into
Mr. Johnson's office and told him that he was going to
be showing properties and they left. I hardly even
noticed the disapproving looks on the faces of the
young parents as they left.

I took a deep breath and steeled myself. I got to my
feet and took the folder full of smutty pictures to Mr.
Johnson. I handed it to him and said, "My ******** told
me to give this to you."

His face lit up and he exclaimed, "That hot little
piece of ass was your ********?! Fuck me! I'm going to
love getting into that!"

I wanted to spit at him. Instead I looked down at the
carpet and turned and went back to my computer and
returned to work. I was getting a headache from
thinking about my problems, my screwed up life. I found
it easier to let my mind go blank and let my work
consume me.

I worked furiously the rest of the morning and I was
startled when they interrupted me at noon. I had, for a
few short hours, been able to escape from my ruined
life. I didn't even notice Mr. Johnson when he came out
into the reception area to lock the front door.

I looked up when I heard the lock click and I watched
him put the "Closed for lunch" sign in the door. He
turned around and leered at me and said, "You may
invite the others into my office now. I don't know
about them but I have been looking at those pictures
and I'm ready to feed you your lunch."

He turned and went back to his office and I felt the
hopelessness wash over me again as I prepared once more
to be humiliated and ****** by these horrible men.

I went to each of the three agents and told them that
Mr. Johnson had invited them into his office. I was
surprised to see Pete. I hadn't even seen him return
from showing properties.

We gathered once more in Mr. Johnson's office and I was
ordered to remove my dress. I thought that it should be
getting easier after what I had been through. But it
wasn't. I was inherently shy and I didn't think I would
ever get used to putting my body on display. I was just
as embarrassed as I had been this morning when they had
seen me naked for the first time. I had been married
for sixteen years and I was still not comfortable with
my husband seeing me naked.

I slipped the dress off and dropped it on a chair and
waited for the perverts to start ordering me around.
Before they started Mr. Johnson called them over and
showed them the folder that Lori had dropped off. The
four of them poured over the photographs lustfully,
paying special attention to those photos that showed
Lori and the ones with Lori and me in a sixty-nine.
Those were the most popular.

When they had finished going through the folder Jon
said, "Do you want to go first Mr. Johnson?"

He shook his head and said, "You boys help yourselves.
I think I'll watch you have your fun and then I'll let
the bitch suck me off again. That was a damn fine
blowjob this morning. But I think she needs more
practice."

Jon said, "I agree. I can't help wondering if she can
take my cock down her gullet like she did for Pete. I
saw that movie 'Deep Throat' a long time ago. It didn't
turn me on so much as it gave me a sore throat just
watching. But when I saw Pete shove his cock down her
throat I thought that was kind of hot. I think I'd like
to see what that feels like."

It had not been that many hours since Pete had managed
to ***** his cock into my throat. I still remembered it
vividly. My throat was still sore and the idea of being
****** to take Jon's significantly larger cock down my
throat was horrifying. I looked at Jon and I almost
begged him not to do that to me. But I saw the look of
anticipation on his face and I knew that I would be
wasting my breath.

Jon pointed to the coffee table in the small seating
area in Mr. Johnson's office and ordered me to lie on
the table on my back.

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I was so scared my legs were shaking but I managed to
walk the few steps to the table and, after removing a
few magazines I stretched out on the cold wood on my
back. Jon stood at my head looking down at my naked
body as he slipped his shoes off and then unfastened
his pants and slid his pants and his underwear down and
stepped out of them.

Once he was undressed from the waist down he dropped to
his knees and his still flaccid cock fell onto my face.
Jon gripped me under my arms and pulled me closer until
my head hung down over the edge of the table. His hands
moved to my tits and groped them roughly and his crotch
came to rest in my face.

He ordered me to use my tongue and I stuck it out and
began licking whatever part of his anatomy was
presented to me. I couldn't see. His balls hung down
and covered my eyes. I felt his cock growing as my
tongue touched it but it was still soft when he
positioned it at my lips and began to ***** it into my
mouth.

My lips closed around his fat cock and I started
sucking it. He wasn't satisfied. Apparently he didn't
think that I was being enthusiastic enough. His fingers
closed over my nipples and I screamed in pain as he
pulled and twisted and all but lifted me off of the
table. He relaxed his grip only slightly and in a calm,
quiet, conversational tone said, "I don't think you
love me bitch. Come on darling, but a little effort
into it. Let me know you care."

I wasn't as amused as Mr. Johnson and the other to
agents. I heard them chuckling as I put more effort
into pleasing Jon. I felt his cock beginning to harden
quickly as I worked it with my lips and tongue. I knew
what he intended and I assumed that it was possible for
him to cram his long, fat cock down my throat. I had,
after all, seen Lori take Kevin's monster cock into her
throat with apparent ease this morning. But knowing it
was possible didn't make the fear of what I knew was
going to be a painful act any less potent.

As his cock became erect I was only able to take about
half of it into my mouth. I remembered what Lori taught
me and I began swallowing and attempting to meet Jon's
shallow thrusts. At first nothing happened and I was
afraid that I would fail and that Kevin would find out.
But I wasn't gagging and I seemed to be slowly taking
more and more of his shaft into my mouth.

I was getting scared though, because I was becoming
more certain by the moment that his cock was too fat
and wouldn't fit in my throat. I thought it might help
if I could relax and let it happen but I just couldn't
***** myself to relax. Jon was applying more and more
pressure though. He was determined to find out what it
felt like to have his cock buried in my throat. I think
it must have been painful for him too, those violent,
abortive thrusts that rammed into the back of my throat
to no avail. But he wasn't giving up.

His fingers once more tightened on my sore nipples and
as he twisted and pulled ******** he yelled, "God damn
it bitch! Let me in!"

I think that I must have been so distracted by the pain
in my nipples that my throat relaxed and suddenly his
entire cock was buried in my mouth. My lips were
stretched wide around the base of it and his balls
slapped against my face and covered my nose so that I
could get no air at all.

There was a loud cheer from the other men in the room
watching when they saw Jon's cock enter me. My arms
reached up, seemingly without any conscious thought
from me. I didn't try to push him away though. I only
grabbed his wrists and tried to relieve the pressure on
my nipples.

I heard Mr. Johnson yell, "God damn it you stupid cunt!
Put your fucking arms down. Are you trying to piss me
off? I guess I need to give Kevin a call. You still
don't seem to get it."

I hurriedly dropped my arms. I had no strength anyway.
I was only seconds from losing consciousness from a
lack of oxygen.

I felt Jon's cock finally being withdrawn and I gasped
desperately for air. He ignored my efforts to breathe
though. I only managed two gasping breaths before his
cock once more rammed down into my throat. It hurt like
hell but as he moved in and out of my throat I was
slowly becoming numb. I learned to time my breaths and
by the time he finally stopped ****** my throat and let
the head of his cock rest in my mouth as he finished
himself off with his hand I had begun to realize that I
would survive this horrible experience.

It wasn't until after he finished flooding my mouth
with cum and I tried to swallow that I realized just
how sore my throat had become. He pulled his cock from
between my lips and I took a couple of deep breaths
before I attempted to swallow. I was anxious to get his
slimy deposit out of my mouth but more than that I was
concerned that his large cock had damaged me as it
pounded into my throat so violently.

The pain returned as I ****** his seed down my throat.
I whimpered and reached up to hold my throat but
despite the pain I was able to swallow and I began to
hope that I was going to survive his vicious assault.

Jon finally got to his feet and I was able to see Pete
and Jim standing close by and holding their hard cock
in their hands as they watched. I tried to ignore the
crude remarks and immature jokes that the men exchanged
as Jon put his clothes back on and accepted the praise
of his co-workers for a job well done.

It infuriated me that he was being complimented on what
a good job he had done ****** my throat. But of course
I just remained where he had left me and held my
tongue. Mr. Johnson had already threatened to call
Kevin twice. I had every intention of doing whatever
was possible to please him and his agents. I was
terrified of what Kevin might do if Mr. Johnson
actually made that phone call.

Jim smiled down at me arrogantly and spoke to Pete. "I
fucked her last time Pete. I guess I'll give her throat
a try. Are you going to try her cunt this time?"

Pete responded, "Yeah. It must have tightened back up
since Jon stretched it out this morning. I'm thinking
we better get it before it gets all stretched out by
that big black cock we just saw in those pictures. I've
seen horses that weren't hung as well as that guy. I
appreciate him letting us fuck his slave in training
and I'm looking forward to fucking her ********. But I
hope he doesn't stretch them out to much. Us poor guys
with average dicks can't compete with a cock like
that."

Jim chuckled and said, "Yeah, he does make you feel
inadequate. But what the hell, no matter how sloppy her
cunt gets she'll always be able to wrap those lips
around your cock. She is quickly getting to be a pretty
good cocksucker. She just needed to realize that
sucking cocks and fucking is what she was put on this
earth for. I'd hate to see that guy ruin that sweet
pussy but I have to admit, I'd love to watch him fuck
her with that huge cock of his. That would be some
show."

Mr. Johnson chimed in, "Don't worry boys. You'll get
your chance. He promised me that once he has finished
training her he is going to invite us over. Why don't
you two put her down on her hands and knees and put the
meat to her. It's getting late."

Jim nudged me with his toe and said, "Break time is
over cunt. Get down on your hands and knees and let's
play house."

I lifted my head and rolled carefully off of the table.
I got on my hands and knees away from the furniture and
waited. Both men had already removed their clothing
from the waist down. They took their agreed upon
positions and Jim began fucking my sore throat
immediately.

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Pete got behind me and I felt his fingers exploring my
dry pussy. He pulled his hand away and in a moment it
returned. I felt him rubbing his saliva in my opening
and as he moistened my pussy he said, "I'll be glad
when she gets broken in and starts getting hot for a
good fuck. Her cunt is so dry it would tear the skin
right off your cock."

He was soon satisfied that I was moist enough and I
felt the flared head of his cock punching sightlessly
at my crotch as he fumbled for the opening to my cunt.
I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his cock
and he allowed me to align his cock with my opening. As
soon as he felt it begin to enter me he drove it into
me **********.

The ***** of his thrust drove me forward and before I
even realized what was happening I felt Jim's cock
slide straight down my throat. I had been so distracted
by Pete that I had been ignoring Jim for the moment. It
worked out to my advantage though. I didn't have time
to panic or constrict my throat and Jim's cock entered
my throat effortlessly. I was still sore. But I quickly
started getting numb again as Jim drove his cock into
me. I was even able to breathe with his slightly
smaller cock in my throat!

Nothing was required of me but that I be there for them
to plunge their cocks into. I only had to concentrate
on keeping my teeth off of Jim's cock as it plundered
my mouth. I let my mind go blank and waited for it to
be over with.

I felt my pussy begin to warm up to the rough ****. But
Pete's cock was nowhere near as overwhelming as Kevin's
had been. It was, I suppose, above average. But it
wasn't even as imposing as Jon's. The motion of his
cock slamming into me now was starting to be
stimulating, but I fought it and I was able to avoid
losing control before he finished. I hated having to
submit to these men. But it was even worse when my body
betrayed me and they were able to bring me pleasure
from my own ****. It had happened twice now. Once with
Kevin and once with Jon. I was determined that it
wouldn't happen again.

Jim came in my throat and he left his cock buried there
for an uncomfortably long time as it went soft. But at
least I didn't have to taste the slime that shot out of
the end of his cock and straight down my throat.

Pete lasted a very long time before he finally came in
my pussy. He pulled his cock out of me immediately. He
reached over my body and grabbed a handful of my hair
and pulled me around. I didn't need to be told what to
do. I licked and sucked at his cock and balls until he
was clean.

Jim and Jon were both dressed by the time I had cleaned
him. Pete stood up and got dressed too. When he was
ready Mr. Johnson said, "You boys go ahead and get back
to work. Close my door on the way out. Jim, you open up
and watch for customers until I finish with this
bitch."

The agents filed out and closed the door. As soon as
they were out of the office Mr. Johnson pushed his
chair away from his desk. His pants were down around
one ankle and he had apparently been playing with
himself while he watched his three agents **** me. His
cock was hard and drooling and he looked disgusting.

I started to get up and go over to him but as soon as I
was standing he said, "Your pussy is drooling bitch.
Clean that up. You know what I want to see."

I sighed. I did know what he wanted to see and it
turned my stomach. But I had to please him. I spread my
legs a little and looked down. I scooped up a stream of
cum that had begun to run down one thigh and I caught a
dollop of cum that was just oozing out of me. It was
nowhere near as much as it had been this morning. I
brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean
and then I looked over to see if he was satisfied.

He smiled and said, "That will do. Now get back down on
your hands and knees like the bitch that you are and
crawl over here and suck my cock."

It was bad enough that I had to submit to these
constant ****s. I don't know why they thought that
these horrible insults and all of this verbal *****
were necessary. I suppose that was all part of the fun
and games. It was as much about the power as the sex.

I dropped down and crawled over on my hands and knees.
I felt my breasts swaying as I did. I could just
imagine what I looked like as I made my way over to him
but as humiliating as it was, it was just one more
degrading act in a constant string of degrading acts.

I looked up at Mr. Johnson when I was in place between
his thighs. He just smiled down at me and waited for me
to take his slime covered cock into my mouth. I leaned
forward and pushed his stomach up out of the way with
my forehead. Then I took his cock into my mouth and
started sucking.

Mr. Johnson did not strike me as being particularly
virile and he had already cum in me twice this morning.
I wasn't sure that he would be able to do it again and
I was afraid that I would be stuck in this position for
a very long time. For that reason I was shocked when
after only a couple of minutes I felt another small
load of extremely bitter cum on my tongue. He didn't so
much ejaculate as ooze cum. I gagged only a little
before I managed to swallow. There had been more of it
than the first time and I wondered if I wasn't priming
the pump. I thought that perhaps it had been a very
long time since he had had sex and I worried that the
more we did this the more he would be able to do it.

He pushed my head away and held his soft cock in his
fingers and leered at me. He seemed to realize that I
had guessed his secret and I had the impression that he
resented that I had figured it out. It could have been
all in my mind but I really believed that.

I waited for permission to rise and dress but before he
permitted that he said, "You're getting better each
time cunt. All you need is more practice." There was a
small pause and then he said, "Why don't you practice
on my big toe for a few minutes."

I think I probably turned a little bit green at the
very idea. He saw how much the idea of what he had just
said upset me and he smiled even wider. Then he watched
and waited.

I moved back slightly and looked down at his wrinkled,
fish belly white feet and his jagged toenails and as
much as I tried not to I felt the tears of self-pity
begin to flow. I lowered my face and tried not to
breathe through my nose as I took his big toe into my
mouth and sucked at it gently.

He watched me and continued working his soft cock as if
it were a cow's teat. Several times he reached down and
wiped a couple of drops of slime on my cheeks as I
sucked him.

He was obviously getting pleasure from what I was
doing. I knew that it wasn't physical pleasure though.
He was enjoying the power he had over me. He was
getting even with me for the way that the world treated
him.

He let me suck on his gnarled toe for several minutes
before he ordered me to crawl over to my dress and get
up. I turned my back to him and I felt his eyes on me
as I slowly crossed the room. I stood up and on put the
dress that Kevin and my ******** had made me wear. When
I had the dress buttoned up I looked at him and he
snarled, "Get to work you lazy cunt. I'll let you know
if I want you."

I went back out into my office. Jim watched me as I
crossed the room. He was sitting in my seat, looking
through a real estate guide as I approached. I stood
back and waited for him to get up so that I could get
to work.

He just grinned at me for a moment. Then he called me
closer. When I was standing beside him he said, "Lift
your dress up so I can see your cunt."
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I didn't bother to glance at the door. Even if someone
had been standing there I would have had to obey. I
lifted my skirt to my waist and he reached out and
inserted two fingers inside of me.

He worked his fingers in and then smiled up at me and
said, "Come on bitch. Show me how you like to fuck.
Fuck my fingers like the nasty cunt you are."

I carefully moved my hips back and forth in a fucking
motion, sliding my cunt back and forth on his fingers.
I detected motion out of the corner of my eye and I saw
that Jon was watching from his office door. I ignored
him though. I carefully slid my pussy back and forth
until Jim pulled his fingers free and stood up. He
stuck his fingers in my mouth and after I sucked them
clean he said, "Get to work cunt."

Jim walked away and as he walked past Jon they gave
each other a high five and went into Pete's office. I
heard them talking and laughing but I ****** myself to
concentrate on my work and tried not to think about
what they must be saying about me.

The office got pretty busy soon after lunch and the
afternoon passed quickly. No one had time to torment me
and I got my work done easily by quitting time. Mr.
Johnson and Pete stayed late. Jim and Jon left a little
early. I ignored them and worked another half hour.
When it was time for me to leave I straightened up my
desk and turned off my computer. I grabbed my purse and
stood up and it wasn't until that moment that I
remembered that I had to take the bus home.

I was exhausted. I had almost no ***** last night and I
had just been through the most trying work day I could
imagine. Now I had to take the bus home. I had no idea
where the nearest bus stop was or which bus to take
home or even if there was a bus that went near my
house. I had never paid any attention.

I notified Mr. Johnson that I was leaving and he didn't
even look up. He just grunted. I went out and stood
facing the road. I looked up and down the road but I
didn't see anything that looked like a bus stop. I went
across the street and started walking towards home. It
was almost exactly fifteen miles from my driveway to
the office parking lot. I prayed that I wouldn't have
to walk that far. I didn't think I could in these high
heeled sandals that Lori had given me to wear.

I was constantly reminded of how exposed I was as I
walked. Passersby stared at me, the women in disbelief
and disgust, the men with obvious desire. And if that
wasn't bad enough many of the cars that passed honked
their horns and the young men inside yelled out
obscenities or lewd propositions. I just stared
straight ahead and tried to ignore them.

I had probably walked almost a mile without finding a
bus stop before it occurred to me that I was not
walking down the main thoroughfare where it was most
likely that the buses would run. I turned at the next
intersection and walked up two blocks and there I found
a bus stop.

I crossed the street and looked for some kind of
schedule or anything that might suggest what bus I
needed to take and how long it would be before it
arrived. There was nothing.

The bus stop was quickly getting crowded and I couldn't
help but notice that most of the people waiting were
black and looked like they had as hard a day as I had.
It seemed like every one of them noticed me and many of
them, the men at least, continued to stare as if I were
the entertainment while waiting for their buses.

I heard some crude comments but everyone left me alone
until two younger men came down the sidewalk and took
up positions behind me. One of them stepped close and
complimented me on my dress. I didn't respond and in an
aggrieved voice he said, "What's the matter bitch? Are
you too good to talk to me and my friend?"

I glanced around and saw quite a few men watching and
enjoying my obvious discomfort. Not one of them offered
to come to my aid.

I whispered, "Please leave me alone. I have had a very
bad day. I just want to go home."

The second man stepped closer and stood on the other
side of me. The young man that had first spoken to me
leaned in front of me and said to his friend, "The lady
says she had a hard day bro. I don't know man. It looks
to me like she spent the day on her back. Check out
this ass! And look at them tits. They ain't very big
but look at that, you can see her damn nipples."

I looked around again. I couldn't believe that with all
of the men who were watching not one of them would come
to my aid. Surely they could see that I wasn't the kind
of woman that these two men seemed to think that I was.

But then I remembered that I was being trained to be
that kind of woman. I certainly looked like a
prostitute in this awful sundress. I just put my head
down and sighed. I was beginning to think that the
worst day of my life would never end.

My head shot up suddenly when the man behind me reached
down and cupped the naked cheek of my ass right there
in front of all of those people. I felt myself getting
even redder but I didn't say anything. I couldn't move.
There were people all around me and the two men
********* me were standing beside me with their
shoulders touching mine. I couldn't step back. I was
being held in place by the hand groping my ass under my
skirt.

When I didn't scream the second man grinned and cupped
the other half of my ass. I was crying quietly now and
I whispered, "Please stop. I'm not like that. I just
want to go home."

The first man responded, "**** lady. You can't stand
around in this part of town dressed like that and tell
me you didn't expect someone to grab that tight little
ass. Hell, if I wasn't afraid of offending the few
decent women here I'd push you down on your knees and
get myself a good blowjob. And you'd do it to. I can
tell by looking at you. You ain't gonna try to tell me
you've never sucked a big black cock are you?"

I was silent and he chuckled and said, "I didn't think
so. I bet your fucking mouth is watering right this
minute. You put on a good act but you're walking around
with your **** all hanging out and you didn't say ****
when I grabbed your fine little ass. I don't know what
your deal is bitch. But don't play like you ain't
getting off on this. I bet your little pink cunt is
drooling for some nigger cock right this minute."

I was just about to try to break away and start walking
again when I heard a bus approaching. I looked up but
the sign on the front that indicated which bus it was
and what its destination was meant nothing to me.

I waited as several people got off and then a majority
of the waiting crowd climbed on. When everyone that was
getting on had done so I pulled away from the two young
men and stepped up on the bottom stair. I asked the
driver how I could get to my destination and he looked
me over and waved me aboard.

I climbed on the already crowded bus and he closed the
door and pulled away from the curb. He told me how much
it would cost and I gave him the money. He handed me a
transfer and told me where to get off and which bus I
needed to take to get closest to my house. I thanked
him and he eyed me closely as I tried to work my way
into the crowded bus and find a place to stand.
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I was ****** to squeeze through the crowd in order to
get behind the line that passengers were not allowed
beyond while the bus was in motion. As I made my way
through the crowded aisle I felt hands all over me.
Most of these people had been with me at the bus stop
and had seen me being ******** by those two rowdy young
men. I had already demonstrated that I would permit
those liberties. Now I was being held in a tight press
of human flesh and I couldn't even struggle as hands
crawled up my legs and began to explore my body.

I wasn't even able to grab a strap and hand on. I was
trapped between three large men who I finally realized
were purposefully squeezing me in place between their
gently rocking bodies. I saw the looks on their faces
and it was no accident that I was trapped in the small
space between them.

I felt one large, rough hand on my ass and another
cupping my pussy. There was nothing that I could do but
stand there and try to keep from crying. The third man
had tried to join in the exploration of my lower body
but he gave up as their large fingers began to
penetrate my body. Instead he began to work his hand
into the top of my dress. I was afraid that the tiny
string holding it in place was going to burst.

I had tried several times to pull the hands that were
********* me away from my body. My attempts were futile
but one of the men finally found what he considered a
better use for one of my hands. He grabbed my wrist and
****** my hand over the growing bulge in the front of
his pants.

I tried to pull my hand away but he held it in place
and I felt his fingers pinching my clit. I gasped in
pain and looked up into his face. He didn't say a word
but I somehow knew that if I didn't cooperate the pain
would get worse.

I folded my hand around the tube of flesh that pushed
against his pants and the painful pinching stopped. His
fingers returned to exploring my pussy and I stood
there rocking with the motion of the bus with the hands
of three strange men exploring my body freely.

The bus was so full that the driver didn't stop unless
someone pulled the chain requesting to get off. But
even as the press of bodies around us began to ease the
three men continued to hold me in place. My dress was
up around my waist now and the two men with their
fingers in my pussy and my ass were working them into
my as if they were fucking me with little dicks. I
didn't dare look around but I knew that others must be
watching. I felt my pussy getting wet eventually and I
was grateful that the invasion was becoming less
painful. But I couldn't help being annoyed with my body
for giving the man assaulting me the impression that I
was enjoying what he was doing.

Over time we were getting pushed toward the back of the
bus. But the three men never took their hands off of
me, or out of me, until they reached their stop. I
heard them talking about trying to pull me along with
them but I'm not sure if they were serious. In any
event they finally removed their hands just in time to
dash off the bus at their stop. It was several seconds
before I realized that my skirt was still up around my
waist!

I heard a murmur from the men around me. The bus was
still crowded. I hurriedly pulled my dress down over my
lower body. I was tempted to look around and see how
many people had noticed but I was too embarrassed to
meet anyone's eye.

A woman pushed by me at the next stop and in a loud,
bitter voice said, "Slut!"

I heard several people chuckle but I was finally being
left alone. My stop came up a short time after she got
off and a dozen other people got off with me. I stood
in back of the crowd waiting for my next bus and
praying that I would be left alone. I guess that was
too much to hope for.

One of the men that had been on the bus and had watched
the three men taking advantage of me sidled up beside
me and put his arm around my waist. I tried to pull
away without attracting any more attention but he
hissed at me to stand still. For some reason I obeyed
him!

His hand quickly slid down over my ass and back up
under my skirt. He teased my ass for several minutes
before he looked at his watch. He must have decided he
had plenty of time because he pulled me around behind
the bus stop and ****** me down on my knees.

I pleaded with him to let me go but he ignored me. He
pulled his cock out of his pants and I saw three other
men drifting back to stand around us and watch as he
pulled my mouth down over his cock. I gave in. I
couldn't fight them. I decided that the only way to get
out of this was to suck his cock and get it over with
so that he would leave me alone and I could catch my
bus.

I began to suck his cock. I used my hand and sucked
with my lips and tongue instead of taking him into my
throat. What the hell! It's just one more cock. Sucking
cocks is just part of being who I am anymore! I tried
to ignore the other men who were watching and making
lewd and insulting comments.

It didn't take long and as he filled my mouth with his
cum I thought to myself, "Great! I'm going to make my
bus after all!"

Unfortunately, as soon as the man that had just raped
my mouth put his cock away and left without a word, one
of the other three men took his place. I ended up
sucking all three of them off and as horrible as that
was, the worst part was hearing the buses come and go
and knowing that I was missing my bus.

When the third man was finally satisfied I struggled to
my feet. I brushed off my knees and wiped the tears
from my eyes. I got some dirty looks as I went back
around and rejoined the crowd waiting for buses but no
one put their hands on me or ****** me to satisfy their
base needs after those first four men had raped my
mouth. I know that they were all aware of what I was
doing back behind the bus stop though. I could tell by
their faces.

My bus finally came. I was so relieved that I was
finally able to get a seat. I sat down next to a woman
and I heard her gasp. I looked down and saw that my
slit was largely exposed. I tried to pull my skirt down
but it just wasn't long enough. I had kept my legs
under my desk all day today and tried not to think
about what I was wearing. I had almost forgotten how
much of me was exposed when I sat down.

The woman beside me stood up and hurriedly moved to
another seat. As soon as she moved a man came over and
indicated with his hand that I should move into the
window seat. I shook my head but he ignored me and sat
on the edge of my seat and pushed me over with his hip.

His hand immediately came to rest on my upper thigh,
his finger resting on my moist slit. He leaned closer
and said, "I've been watching you since that first bus
stop. You are quite a slut aren't you?"

I wanted to deny it but what would be the use. I just
sat in my seat staring straight ahead and tried to act
like he wasn't there.

His hand clamped down on my thigh and he hissed, "I
asked you a fucking question bitch!"

I jumped and tried futilely to loosen his grip. Finally
I gasped, "No! I'm not a slut.
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He responded sarcastically, "Yeah, right! Lady, I saw
you letting those two guys play with you at the bus
stop on Clover Street. I saw you letting three men feel
you up on the first bus. I saw you go behind the bus
stop with four men and I know you weren't back there
talking about sports. What did you do, suck their cocks
bitch?"

I was crying again. He was working his finger inside of
my pussy as he recounted the horrors of my bus ride
home. I had stopped struggling with him though. I
responded, "Yes, they made me suck their cocks. They
****** themselves on me just like you are now. I didn't
have a choice."

"Bullshit!" he exclaimed. "You had a choice. You could
have fought them or screamed. You were asking for it.
Look at this fucking dress your wearing! Your god damn
pussy is showing for Christ's sake! A woman doesn't
leave the house looking like this unless she is in the
mood for some cock."

"I didn't have any choice! I told you, someone made me
dress this way. I didn't want to. This isn't even my
dress."

He quickly responded, "More bullshit. You let someone
make you dress this way. If you didn't want to be
treated this way you wouldn't have worn that dress and
you wouldn't be letting me stick my finger in your cunt
while we have this discussion."

I shook my head but I could see that I wasn't going to
win this argument. I finally just turned and stared out
the window and let him play with my pussy until my
stop. I pulled the chain and got off at my stop,
watching fearfully in case he or someone else decided
to follow me. I was a little surprised that he had let
me up when I got to my stop. But he did and I hurried
out into the growing dark.

I saw that I was three blocks from the end of my
street. The bus turned at the next intersection so this
must be as close as I could get to my street on the
bus. I walked to my street and turned towards my house.
I still had a long walk to my house, nearly a mile. I
had not taken bus service into consideration when I
chose my home.

It was the longest mile I had ever walked. I had never
been so tired in my life and my feet were killing me in
these sandals with the spiked heels. But twenty minutes
later I finally made it to my house. When I got there I
didn't see Kevin's car in the driveway and the house
looked dark. I hoped desperately that the house would
be empty and I could take a long, hot shower and go
right to bed. I don't think I had ever been so tired in
my life.

My hopes were dashed when I got to my front door and
found it open. I opened the storm door and stepped
inside. Kevin was in the kitchen getting a beer and he
saw me enter. He called out to me to join them out by
the pool.

I dropped my purse by the door and went to the kitchen.
I am not much of a ******* but I needed a *****
desperately. I stopped and made myself a strong
highball and then I went out onto the patio.

As soon as I opened the patio door I heard the rap
music. I hate that stuff passionately. I was so
distracted that at first I didn't notice my ********
bent over a table with our next door neighbor fucking
her from behind. When I looked up and saw them I almost
dropped my *****.

Kevin was suddenly standing beside me smiling. He said,
"I had the music up a little too loud earlier. Your
neighbor came over to complain and I thought that this
would be a good way to make it up to him. From now on,
any time he comes over I told him he could fuck you or
Lori. You don't have a problem with that do you?"

I drew a deep breath and sighed. I could not stand our
next neighbor. He had always been a pain in the ass. He
complained about everything that we did. The slightest
noise was enough to have him over here pounding on our
door and demanding that we be more considerate and
threatening to call the police.

It isn't like we were noisy neighbors. Lori sometimes
played her music too loud by the pool when we weren't
home but my husband and I were quiet people. We didn't
have parties and we didn't play loud music. We didn't
do yard work at inappropriate times. Our neighbor was
just a pain in the ass with nothing better to do than
complain.

He looked happy now though. He was reaching around and
squeezing Lori's tits and rocking back and forth
slowly, enjoying a long slow fuck. Our neighbor, Hugh
Lee, had always been annoying but he had gotten worse
since his wife died three years ago. She had kept him
in line as much as she could. Now he had his own
parties and late night poker games but he still would
not tolerate the first sound from our backyard.

When his wife was alive he never would have had the
nerve to be in my backyard fucking my fifteen year old
********. I had a feeling that this was going to get
out of control quickly.

Kevin stood watching my ******** with me for a moment
before he said, "I am going to cut you some slack cunt.
I probably forgot to tell you that you are not allowed
to wear clothes in the house anymore. I suggest you get
that dress off in a hurry."

I groaned. I was becoming aware of how much I groaned,
moaned and sighed lately. It was all I could do.
Protest was out of the question.

I took another large sip of my ***** and set it down.
It took me no time at all to get out of my little
sundress. I dropped it on the closest chair and thought
about how much more humiliating it was to be naked in
front of Hugh Lee than it had been to be exposed and
******** by those strangers on the bus and at the bus
stop today.

Then I was struck by the idea that my life was so full
of *********** and degradation that I was rating them.
The worst was probably being beaten and raped by Kevin,
because that had been the first and the most painful.
Next on the list would be getting raped by the four men
that I work with. This, watching my neighbor fuck my
******** ********, rated above the incidents on the way
home today because I knew and detested this man and
because according to Kevin this would be an ongoing
thing. I would have to submit to this ogre whenever he
wished.

I grabbed my ***** and gulped down the last of it and
went back in the kitchen and made another strong *****.
I returned to the patio and Kevin sent me over to where
Hugh was fucking Lori and told me to say hello to him.

He had been so enjoying my ********'s charms that he
wasn't even aware that I had come home.

I went over and stood beside them. Hugh looked up and
leered at me as he looked at my naked body. He looked
me up and down and said, "**** Karen! You're damn near
as hot as your fucking ********!"

Kevin was standing behind me and he interjected, "Hugh,
what did I say about that?"

Hugh looked confused for a second and then he smiled.
"Sorry Kevin. It's hard to think with this little
bitch's cunt wrapped around my dick. Damn she's hot!
Don't worry. I won't call the cunt by her old name
again."

Hugh continued fucking my ******** as he reached out
and explored my body with his sweaty hand. He squeezed
and pulled on my tits before letting his hand move down
to my pussy. I was ****** to spread my legs as he
worked two fingers into my pussy and his face lit up
when he discovered how wet I was.

He lifted his hand and showed everyone his fingers and
said, "Look at that! The fucking cunt is turned on. She
likes watching her ******** get screwed and getting
felt up by her next door neighbor! I never would have
guessed."

Kevin told me to put my ***** down and he guided me
around to the other side of the round patio table that
Lori was bent over. He made me lean down and my face
was only inches from Lori's as I felt him working his
large cock into me. Once he had it started he said,
"Okay bitch. I want to hear about your day now. Tell me
all about it and don't leave out anything."

I had tried to shut those horrible events out of my
mind. Now it took me a moment to marshal my memories
and think about what I was going to say. I started from
the time I was ****** to give Mr. Johnson his first
blowjob this morning. I told the three of them
everything that I could remember. Any time that Kevin
felt I wasn't including enough detail in my narrative
he slapped my ass.
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As I described my day and all of the men who had raped
and degraded me Kevin was getting more and more
excited. His large cock began pounding into me harder
and my tale was interspersed with frequent grunts as he
bottomed out and his belly slammed into my ass.

Hugh was apparently enjoying the story too because he
was soon pounding Lori nearly as hard as Kevin was
pounding into me.

My tale ended when I came out onto the patio and saw my
******** being fucked by our next door neighbor. After
I was ****** to relate to them how I felt when I saw
that and learned that I was now available to my
neighbor whenever he wanted me I was able to put my
head down and hold on while Kevin devoted his entire
attention to fucking me.

I had wondered if I would lose control when he fucked
me again. I don't how much all of the groping and
constant assaults contributed to it but I was soon in
the throes of yet another orgasm. I closed my eyes and
I heard myself whispering, "Oh god no. No. No. No."

I felt Lori grab my hand and I looked up to see her
grimacing as she had an orgasm. That is the last thing
any ****** should have to see. But I was already
cumming and I couldn't help myself. I gripped her hand
with my own and I started cumming just as she finished.

Kevin and Hugh were still fucking us though and I
quickly felt myself getting close again. I almost
screamed when just before I came Hugh said to Kevin,
"Do you mind if we trade off for a while? I want to see
what momma's cunt feels like. I've never fucked a
****** and ******** before."

I felt Kevin pulling his impressive cock out of me and
I groaned in disappointment. I had been so damned
close!

But it wasn't so bad. Hugh hurried around and I felt
his cock enter me as soon as he was in position. He
wasn't as well hung as Kevin but for a fifty year old
white man he wasn't bad. He plowed his cock into me and
started fucking me hard as soon as he was in. In only
minutes I was back to the brink of orgasm and I came
twice before he sped up even more and shot off in my
pussy.

He left his cock inside me and watched Kevin fucking
Lori until his cock softened and slipped out of me. I
continued to lay my head on my arms on the table until
I heard Kevin say, "Hey cunt! You have some
housekeeping to do. You got that nice man's cock all
dirty. Get down there and clean him up. I thought I
taught you better than that!"

I instantly pulled my tired body off of the table and
bent over. I took Hugh's soft cock into my mouth and
sucked him clean. When his cock was clean I licked his
balls and he pointed out a couple of areas on his
thighs that he wanted taken care of.

By the time I had him clean Lori was cleaning Kevin's
softening cock. When she finished we were directed to
lie down on a lounge chair cushion and clean each other
while they sat nearby and sipped a cold beer.

I helped Lori stretch a cushion out on the deck at the
feet of the men. She guided me down on my back and I
realized as I watched her kneel with her knees on
either side of my head that being on top was probably
the most advantageous position to take. Not so much
because I would now be supporting her weight as we ate
each other's pussy for the amusement of the men who
were sitting nearby, although that was a consideration.
The biggest drawback was that with her being on top her
pussy would be draining into my mouth whereas she would
only have to lick up the juices near the opening of my
pussy.

Just as I worked that all out in my head it occurred to
me that it had been less than twenty hours since Kevin
entered my life and here I was concerned not with the
idea that I was about to perform cunnalingus on my
******** for their amusement or that my ******** and I
had just been taken at the same time by two men while
leaning over a patio table and holding hands. Instead I
was concerned that I was going to be the one who had to
eat the most cum out her freshly fucked pussy!

I couldn't help wondering if any woman could so easily
be turned into a sex slave or was it just me. I had
always thought of myself as a strong, independent woman
who was quite capable of taking care of herself. When I
kicked my husband out I knew that money would be tight
but I had no fear and no doubt that I would get by on
my own and be able to raise my ******** too.

On a conscious level I couldn't believe that a man
could walk into my home and beat me with a belt and
suddenly I was a craven coward and a sex slave willing
to provide sex to any man that demanded it. Well,
perhaps willing wasn't the right word. But I had
suddenly seemed to lose the ability to say no to a man,
any man.

That was as far as I got on that train of thought
before my ********s red, swollen, cum-covered pussy
appeared over my mouth and her mouth began eagerly
cleaning mine.

I licked all around her pussy and then took her mound
in my mouth and began exploring her opening with my
tongue. I noticed that although I still thought that
what I was doing was disgusting I wasn't as sickened by
it as I had been the first time, early this morning
while I was being raped for the first time by Kevin.

Lori didn't seem to mind at all and I heard her moaning
with pleasure as I did what was required of me. I tried
to ignore the comments of the two men sitting near us.
I also tried to ignore the feelings of pleasure that
began to build again. It just wasn't right that a woman
should receive sexual pleasure from her teenage
********!

But I was! I tried to fight it but I felt those
sensations beginning to build and my breathing was
becoming labored and the strangest thing happened then.
Lori tensed up and made a strange noise before clamping
her teeth down on my pubic mound and for some reason
when the pain hit I screamed into her pussy and I came
nearly as hard as I had when Kevin had fucked me last
night.

As soon as I realized what I had done I started crying
again. I was getting sick to death of my own crying but
this whole situation was just more than my confused and
exhausted brain could deal with.

Lori had no such misgivings. She came several times
before Kevin finally let us stop what we were doing.

She stayed over me for a few moments and caught her
breath and then she slowly rolled off of me and stood
up. I sat up and looked around for my *****.

I saw it on the table where Lori and I had just gotten
fucked and I got up and hurried over and took a couple
of big sips. The ice was melting and watering my down
my ***** so I went ahead and gulped down the little bit
that remained.

When I had put my glass back down Kevin said, "Me and
Hugh really enjoyed that girls. That was a real hot
show. So now we would like you to put a couple of
cushions down here and suck us off because we are both
pretty horny right now."

I wanted to scream. Would it never end?! I watched Lori
grab a cushion and start to drop it in front of Kevin
but he stopped her. "No baby. Hugh wants to see what
it's like to have a cute little teenager suck his
cock."

Lori looked disappointed as she moved over and dropped
down between Hugh's legs. As she dipped her head down
and began sucking Hugh off Kevin said to me, "Get over
here cunt. Let's see if you learned anything today."

I dropped my cushion between his thighs and looked at
his nearly hard cock. As I dropped to my knees I saw
that although it had seemed gigantic last night when I
saw it for the first time it wasn't really that much
bigger than Jon's. I had a rough time of it today but I
had eventually taken Jon's cock into my throat. I hated
it. But I did it.

I had seen Lori take Kevin's cock into her throat so I
guess that even though I knew it would be hard I would
probably be able to do it. I leaned down and licked and
kissed his cock until it was hard and then I started
taking it into my mouth.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Lori sucking
off our neighbor and it looked like she was enjoying
herself. I was becoming more and more anxious to get
her alone and talk to her and find out just what Kevin
had done to her in the last three months to turn her
into the, god I don't know, sex kitten? Slut? Whatever
she was now.

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I started sliding my mouth down Kevin's long, fat cock
and from the very beginning I used that trick that Lori
had taught me. My throat was still sore from all of the
cocks that had ****** themselves on me today. But as
much as I dreaded what I was about to try to do there
was one thing that I dreaded more, Kevin's belt.

I slid my lips about half way down his shaft and the
large knob at the top of it collided with the back of
my throat. I didn't gag this time though. It didn't go
down but I was getting this gagging thing under
control.

I drew back and tried again with the same results and
then again. I could sense Kevin getting impatient and
the fear was mounting. I remembered what last night had
been like and I resolved to do anything to avoid that
helpless feeling again, not to mention the pain.

I went down on him again and again I was brought up
short. But this time I didn't withdraw. This time I
kept pressing and the pain was almost unbearable when
suddenly something gave and his cock slid into my
throat. If I could have I would have screamed in
amazement as I found myself with my lips stretched so
wide around the base of his cock that I was afraid that
they would begin to split.

Through my tears I glanced up at Kevin and I was
disappointed to see that his expression never changed.
My neighbor had been impressed though. I heard his
exclamation of surprise and I actually felt pride! I
hated myself for it. But none the less I couldn't help
feeling proud of myself for what I knew was a major
accomplishment.

I stayed that way for as long as I could in order to
allow my body to get used to having Kevin's cock in my
throat. When I absolutely couldn't go another second
without air I slid my mouth back to the tip of his
cock. On the next attempt it went down much easier.
Don't misunderstand. It still hurt like hell. And I
hated doing it. It was still degrading and
dehumanizing. Still, I couldn't help feeling a secret
pride that I had done it.

I noticed that Lori had finished sucking our neighbor's
cock and he had pulled her into his lap so that he
could ****** her cute young body with his hands while
the three of them now watched me sucking on Kevin's
horse cock. I hoped they had not had sex too many times
today because I didn't think that I could keep this up
for very long.

I kept driving my mouth up and throat up and down on
Kevin's cock for a very long time before Lori said,
"Mom, he likes it when you tickle his asshole with your
finger. And remember, when he starts to get close,
cradle his balls in your hand and tickle the underside
of them. That really gets him off."

Twenty-four hours ago I would have died rather than
touch my finger to someone's asshole. Now I was
grateful for the suggestion! I slid my hand into
position and began to tease his opening with my finger
and I cradled his balls in my other hand. I didn't get
the impression that he was close to cumming but if it
was something that he liked I was getting desperate to
try anything to end this painful blowjob.

I guess Lori's suggestions helped a little because in
about eight or ten more minutes I felt him tensing up
and I began tickling the underside of his balls while
he grabbed my head and held it close to his belly and
shot his cum down my throat.

I was just grateful that it was over. He let me go
before I got desperate for air and I gently took my
mouth off of his softening cock. I half expected him to
compliment me for being able to take him into my throat
so soon after my very first blowjob this morning. I
guess I should have known better. He just stared down
at me and after a moment or two he said, "Damn it! Are
you dying for another fucking beating you stupid cunt?"

He must have seen the shock on my face. He shook his
head in disgust and said, "I remember Lori telling you
last night that after you suck a cock you lick up the
last few drops of cum when it goes soft. Do I need to
put you back in the ropes to get your attention?"

I exclaimed, "Please sir! I'm sorry, I forgot. Please
don't do that. I'll be good. I promise. Oh god. I'm so
tired and I hurt so much. I'm trying to do everything
you told me. I swear I am."

He sighed and said, "Well! I'm still fucking waiting
you dumb cunt!"

I quickly put my head back in his lap and gently lifted
his soft cock in my fingers. I licked the tip clean and
licked up the small puddle of cum on his belly.

As I cleaned him up I was in tears again. I had been
expecting praise! Now, here I was on the verge of being
tied up and whipped again. I gently placed his cock
back where it had been and I knelt between his legs and
covered my face and cried. I knew I was going to lose
my mind. I wasn't sure that I already hadn't.

They watched me cry and Kevin and Hugh had a nice long
discussion about my training and what was expected of
me now. Hugh was obviously intrigued. After they had
talked for a while I heard Kevin offer to train a cunt
for Hugh since he didn't know how long it would be
before he got tired of Lori and me. He was fond of an
attractive ****** and ******** team of cunts.

When they had finished their conversation I felt a
sudden slap on the side of my head and Kevin said,
"That's enough rest. Take your baby cunt in the house
and make us something to eat."

I got to my feet and put my cushion back on the lawn
chair. Then I grabbed my empty glass and Lori and I
went into the kitchen to make supper. I had no desire
to do anything but go to bed but I wasn't going to say
anything to Kevin.

We made a simple supper of pork chops and home fries. I
just had a small salad. We served the men outside and
joined them. I was falling asleep at the table and
after we ate and the table had been cleared I finally
couldn't stand it any longer. I begged Kevin to let me
go to bed. It was almost nine o'clock and I had one
more day of work before the weekend. I knew it was
going to be a hard day. They all would from now on. But
mainly I was exhausted after last night and today.

Kevin got a disgusted look on his face but he said, "I
guess an old lady like you needs your beauty rest. If
one of us gets another hard on I imagine your baby can
handle it. Go ahead cunt. Go to bed. There are some
bags on your bed. Your new clothes are in them. Hang
them up before you go to bed."

****! I had forgotten about the new clothes they were
going to buy for me. I said goodnight and wearily
climbed the stairs. I dumped the clothes out of the
bags and got some empty hangers out of my closet.

I put the dresses on hangers and as I did I briefly
examined each one. Every one of them was worse than the
one that I wore to work today. Most of them had sheer
tops. They were all just as short as the one I had worn
today. A couple of them had slits in the sides and one
of them was cut so low in the back that the top of the
crack of my ass was sure to be visible.

Wearing those things to work was going to be terrible.
I had to pray though that he wouldn't make me take the
bus again. I could just imagine what would have
happened to me today if I had been wearing some of
these garments.
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I hung the dresses up and opened the shoe boxes. There
was a pair of black pumps with what looked like six
inch heels and a pair of knee high boots that looked
even worse. I checked the sizes and they were my size.
The highest heel I had ever worn was probably the four
inch heel I wore today. And after all of the walking I
did my feet felt like they were on fire. Wearing the
things that they bought for me today, Christ! I didn't
know how I could do it.

I had planned to take a shower and go to bed but I was
so tired that I didn't think I could take a shower. I
was afraid that I would fall a***** in there. I started
to crawl into bed even with the horrible taste in my
mouth and the residue of Kevin's cum on my body. But
something he had said this morning piqued my interest
and I went back into the closet and check the tags on
the new clothes they had bought me.

There were a dozen new dresses and the cheapest one was
just under one hundred dollars. One of them was nearly
two hundred! The shoes were expensive too. I remembered
Kevin saying something this morning about getting his
money back for my new clothes and I wondered what
horrible things I would have to do to repay him for
almost fifteen hundred dollars worth of clothes that
only a total slut would wear of her own free will.

Suddenly I was awake. I tried to imagine how I could
possibly pay him back and some pretty nasty scenarios
flitted through my exhausted mind. I started to get in
bed again but as I lifted my leg to get in bed I
smelled Hugh's cum which I noticed had oozed out of me
and dried on my thighs and I realized that I couldn't
do it.

I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower and
brushed my teeth and then I finally went to bed. By the
time I turned the light out it was ten o'clock. I
started to do the math in my head to see how much *****
I could get but I was *****ing before I finished the
equation.

The next thing I knew the alarm was going off and it
was seven in the morning. I shut it off quickly and got
out of bed as quietly as possible. I hadn't heard a
thing but Kevin and Lori were *****ing beside me all
wrapped up with each other.

Kevin hadn't told me to wake him so I snuck into the
bathroom and took a shower and brushed my teeth as
quietly as possible. I tiptoed out and picked up one of
the new dresses at random and grabbed the new shoes.
The dresses were in no particular order. They were all
bad and there wasn't that much difference between them.

I took the dress and the shoes to the kitchen and
dressed there. I was wobbly in the shoes but they
weren't as uncomfortable as they looked. I walked
around the kitchen for a few minutes until I got used
to them.

I decided not to look in the mirror to see how the
dress looked. I could see that my breasts were plainly
displayed through the sheer top. The skirt was actually
a little longer than the one I had on yesterday. This
dress was a size larger than Lori's, though it was
still a size smaller than I normally wore.

I had time to make coffee but I was anxious to leave
before Kevin came downstairs and came up with some new
idea to make my life even more miserable. I grabbed my
purse and went out into the garage. I opened the garage
door and drove out of there as quick as I could. I was
still kind of groggy though and since I was a little
early I stopped at a convenience store for some coffee.

When I pulled into the parking lot I saw that there
were at least a half a dozen cars parked out front. I
knew from experience that most of those people would be
inside getting a cup of coffee to sip on while driving
to work. I thought long and hard about going in there
with this dress on and my breasts so exposed. I might
just as well have been topless. But I convinced myself
that I was going to have to go ahead and get used to
dressing like this in public. For the foreseeable
future I was going to dress like a slut.

Actually, it was even worse than that. For the
foreseeable future I was actually going to be a slut.

I finally steeled myself and got out of my car. I went
in and all conversation stopped. Every head turned to
watch me as I made my way to the coffee pot. I poured
myself a cup of coffee and for the entire time that I
stood there preparing my coffee I could feel the eyes
of a half dozen men on my tits. I felt my nipples grow
and push against the sheer material of my top and it
infuriated me. These men were all going to think that I
was enjoying this!

I got in line and I noticed that after the men in line
in front of me paid for their coffees and cigarettes or
whatever they had come in for, they all stood to the
side and watched my slow approach to the counter.

I finally got to the counter and paid for my coffee and
while I was waiting for my change one of the men
finally spoke. "Nice dress! Do you come in her often?"

I didn't even look up. As calmly as possible I
responded, "Thank you." Then I grabbed my changed and
rushed to my car. I tossed the change in the passenger
seat and hurriedly left the parking lot. I sipped my
coffee and drove to work slowly. I had no desire to
arrive one second before I was required to be there.

After I pulled into the parking lot at the office I sat
in my car and drank the last few swallows of my coffee.
I was still five minutes early but there was no sense
putting it off. I got out and went inside. Since I knew
what was going to happen I locked the door.

I put my purse in my desk drawer and stood up and took
a few deep breaths before I went to the door of Mr.
Johnson's office. He was sitting back in his chair
waiting for me.

I started to knock but our eyes met and I put my hand
down. I stepped inside and approached his desk and his
eyes crawled over my body. He knew how much I despised
him and he was really enjoying how hard this was for
me.

He grinned and said, "Man! Kevin wasn't kidding. You
look pretty fucking hot in that dress bitch. I almost
hate to have you take it off. Almost. Strip bitch.

I reached behind my back and fumbled with the zipper.
My hands were shaking and it took me a moment to get it
started. Despite everything that had happened yesterday
I was still nervous.

I pulled the zipper down and let the dress slip off of
my shoulders. I stepped out of it and put it on a
nearby chair. I stood up then and let his eyes take in
my naked body. He stared for several minutes before he
stood up and pulled his pants and underwear off. He
returned to his seat and turned to the side and pointed
to the floor at his feet.

I moved around his desk and dropped to my knees between
his elephantine legs. I suppose that his cock wasn't
really that small. It may have been six inches long. It
just seemed small because of his huge stomach and
thighs.

He didn't say or do anything so I leaned forward and
struggled with his disgusting girth until I was able to
get his soft cock in my mouth. He quickly became erect
and I sucked as enthusiastically as I could so that I
could get this over with.

He must have lasted ten minutes this time and there was
much more cum than the first two times that I had
sucked him off. I held his cock in my mouth until it
was soft and he pushed my head away.

He nearly knocked me over when he stood up. I backed up
and got to my feet and he ordered me to stand nearby.
He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a
digital camera. He began directing me and taking
pictures as I posed.

Until the night before last with Kevin I had never, I
would never ever allow a nude picture of myself to
exist. Now it hardly mattered. I was embarrassed and I
hated that he would have these pictures of me to look
at anytime he wanted. But compared to the pictures that
Kevin and Lori had taken yesterday, these tame pictures
hardly mattered.

The poses were getting more obscene. I was ****** to
pose with my legs spread while I held my pussy open so
that he could photograph right up inside of me. I posed
bent over with my back to him, holding my ass open and
he was careful to make sure that my face was visible
between my legs. I even posed sitting in a chair with
my legs draped over the arms and masturbating.
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He probably took thirty or forty pictures before he had
me on my back on his desk with my legs spread. He took
a few more pictures and then he stood over me and
fucked me while I held my legs straight up. Well, not
quite straight up. His belly pushed them half way down
to my chest. But they started out pointing up.

I really didn't understand how he could cum twice in a
row like this, especially after all the orgasms he had
yesterday. I would have guessed that he was incapable
of cumming at all if I had been ****** to guess two
days ago. He did it though. And just like yesterday his
face was so red after he came that I wasn't sure he
wasn't dying.

He pulled me up and ****** me to worm my head into his
crotch and suck him clean just as the front door opened
and the agents started arriving. He reached for his
pants and started dressing and while he pulled his
pants on he said, "You know how I like to see you clean
that nasty cunt of yours bitch. Go on."

It was my turn to have a red face. This was one of the
more disgusting things that they made me do. I reached
down and managed to find a small dribble of cum. There
was hardly any there at all. It wasn't the volume of
liquid that made this so humiliating though. I put my
slimy fingers in my mouth and sucked them clean just as
someone knocked on the door and we heard Jon's voice
ask sarcastically, "Is everyone decent?"

Mr. Johnson said, "Come on in Jon. I'd say she's
decent. I sure enjoy fucking her."

Jon opened the door and I saw that Pete was there with
him. Jim hadn't come in yet.

They came in just as Mr. Johnson was sitting down. He
ordered me to kneel in front of him again and when I
had he made me put his shoes for him. As I slid them on
his fat feet I couldn't help wondering how he did this
at home. I would have bet a month's pay he couldn't
reach his feet.

He slid his feet under the desk and I stood up and
turned to see Pete and Jon undressing. Jon sniffed at
the air and said, "There's nothing I like more than the
smell of pussy in the morning."

I didn't get the joke but the others thought that was
amusing.

Pete sat in a chair and called me over. I went to him
and got on my knees again and as I took his cock into
my mouth I felt Jon playing with my asshole.

I got nervous as his finger played over me for a long
moment. I could tell what he was thinking. Mr. Johnson
interrupted his chain of thought and gave me something
new to worry about. He said, "Remember what I told you
Jon. We can't plow her ass until we get the word from
Kevin. He has something planned for it. You don't want
to screw up a good thing. Go ahead and fuck her cunt.
You'll get your chance at her ass later."

Kevin had already mentioned that my ass was one of the
cherries that he intended to take. I was trying not to
think about it though. The idea that these guys were
all anxious to fuck me there didn't do anything to calm
my fears.

Jon, who had the largest cock of the four men I worked
with, began working his hard cock into me from behind
and it infuriated me that soon after he started fucking
me, even with the distraction of Pete's cock in my
mouth and throat, I felt myself becoming aroused and
responding to the motion of that large cock in my
pussy.

Not long after Jon started fucking me Pete said, "Jesus
Jon! When you start working her with that big dick of
yours she goes down on you like a great white! Look at
her suck that thing!"

I hadn't realized that I was doing it but as soon as he
said that I became aware of what I was doing. Even
knowing it though, I couldn't control it. I sucked
enthusiastically on Pete's cock and Jon began to fuck
me even harder. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mr.
Johnson moving around getting more pictures and I
didn't even care about that for the moment. Later, when
he showed me the pictures, I would feel even more
debased than I did already. But for now nothing
mattered but the cock that was stretching my pussy so
wonderfully.

Pete came first and I eagerly swallowed the slime that
shot out of the end of his cock while groaning in
pleasure. I felt Jon speed up and I was afraid that he
was going to cum before I did but at the last second I
felt his hand move around under me and his fingers
began to pinch and pull on one of my nipples. It hurt
like hell but it sent me right over the top and my
pussy clamped down on his cock. When my pussy gripped
him I heard him cry out and his hand clamped down on my
tit like a vice. We were both cumming then.

My head came up off of Pete's cock and I cried out in
pleasure as Jon filled me with cum. I was out of it for
a few seconds but slowly I became aware of my
surroundings and what had just happened and I was
humiliated all over again. I hated it that he could
make me cum. I didn't like being brought down to their
level.

Jon finally pulled out of me and without even thinking
about what I was doing I turned around and sucked his
cock clean. When I realized what I was doing, and that
I had done it without being asked I was shocked at my
own behavior. I couldn't believe that I would actually
be succumbing to this training regimen of Kevin's. Was
I actually turning into a slut?!

As I was sucking Jon's cock clean I felt someone behind
me and I was shocked to find that Jim had come in and
undressed while I was being raped by his co-workers and
I had been so wrapped up in what was happening to me
that I hadn't even noticed.

After Jim fucked me and I cleaned his cock I was once
more ****** to eat the cum that was draining out of me.
I knew that the entire purpose of that degrading act
was to demoralize me and humiliate me but I was finding
that the more I did it the less effect it had on me. I
still hated doing it but I no longer felt sick to my
stomach. It was just one more in a long line of
degrading acts I was ****** to perform for these
perverts.

After they watched me dress the men left me alone for
the rest of the morning. I was careful not to get up
when customers came in after the embarrassment I had
suffered yesterday. I had learned to call whichever
agent had a client out front on the intercom and let
them know that their client had arrived and was waiting
to see them.

I was gang raped again at lunch time and then it was
back to work as usual. Everything was almost normal
until just after three that afternoon. Jon called me
into his office and I got up and stuck my head in his
door to see what he wanted. He was in with a man he had
been talking to about leasing a warehouse near the
docks.

Jon ordered me to come in and shut his office door and
I knew from the looks on the faces of Jon and his
client that I was about to seal a deal with my body.

I stepped inside and closed the door and the client
stood up and looked me over. Jon wasted no time. He got
up and said, "Take off your dress bitch. Mr. Clark is
in the mood for some of your hot cunt."

He stepped closer and patted my cheek and said,
"Congratulations cunt! Your first client! Call me when
he is finished with you."

Jon left the office and I slowly took my dress off
while Mr. Clark watched with an expression of disbelief
on his face. His grin widened as I bared my breasts and
when I pushed my dress down past my hips and stepped
out of it for the amusement of yet another man he said,
"I'll be damned. I thought he was jerking me off!"

Mr. Clark quickly dropped his pants and when he didn't
move I understood what he wanted from me. I dropped to
my knees and started sucking his average size cock.

He let me work on his cock for several minutes before
he pushed my head away and pulled me to my feet. He
groped my body for a moment and then he pushed me over
Jon's desk and lifted my legs and ****** his cock into
me.

I was shocked when I realized that my pussy was wet. I
didn't understand it. I wasn't excited, I was
humiliated. I was being used as a whore by a man I had
never actually met. His cock was pounding into me with
absolutely no concern for anything but his own pleasure
and I had been wet for him! Once more I had cause to
fear for my sanity.
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Mr. Clark fucked me for five minutes or so before he
leaned over me and grabbed one of my tits in each hand
and began twisting and squeezing them ********. I cried
out in pain and he suddenly became frenzied, fucking me
even harder and squeezing my tits in his vice like
grip. I cried out again and then I was totally
humiliated when I realized that I was having an orgasm
as he ****d me like a common street whore. My whole
idea of who I was had been shattered in the last day
and a half. Now, as I lay under this panting stranger
who had just filled my cunt with his cream I was
furious with myself for having let him bring me to
orgasm.

I refused to be this kind of woman. I had to fight
this! I had to do what they told me but when this was
all over, if it ever ended, I had every intention of
coming through this unchanged. I didn't want to be the
kind of woman who submitted to men and enjoyed being
used by them. The very idea of it ripped at the core of
who I was.

My chain of thoughts was interrupted when Mr. Clark
finally straightened up and pulled his soft cock out of
me. I slid to the floor in front of him and licked and
sucked at his cock and balls until he was clean. I
already had his soft, slimy cock in my mouth before I
even realized what I was doing!

Mr. Clark put his pants back on while he watched me
dress. When I had my dress zipped up in back I hurried
to the restroom, informing Jon on the way that his
client was waiting for him.

I had finished cleaning my crotch and I was staring at
myself in the mirror when the tears started again. I
couldn't believe that I was having orgasms with these
men. I had cum with Jon at our morning orgy and when we
broke for lunch I had been brought to orgasm by Jim.
That was horrible enough. But to reach orgasm with the
clients that I was ****** to service, that was more
than I could stand.

I managed to get through the last couple of hours
without totally losing my mind. I drove home and after
the horrible time I had getting home on the bus
yesterday I didn't mind rush hour at all. I was just
grateful to be safe and ********** in my own car.

When I got home there was a car in the driveway that I
didn't recognize. As soon as I saw the car a wave of
despair washed over me. I wanted my house and my quiet
life back. I didn't want to be trained. I didn't want
to be a whore or a slut. I didn't want to be ****** to
watch my ******** being a slut, and worse yet, enjoying
it!

I parked in the garage and went into the kitchen. I
headed right for the booze and made myself a stiff
*****. I could hear voices and laughter out by the pool
as I steeled myself to go out and let them know that I
was home.

Before I could go out there the patio door opened and
Kevin came into the kitchen. He saw me and gave me a
strange look. He didn't say anything though. He went to
the refrigerator and got four beers out and went back
out onto the patio without ever saying a word. I gulped
down my ***** and then I removed my dress and went out
onto the patio.

The first thing I saw was Lori, kneeling in the grass
and sucking on a big black cock. There two large black
men standing in front of her and she was alternating
between them. Both men appeared to be in their late
forties. Kevin was sitting at a nearby table with
another man. Kevin and his third guest turned to look
at me and I saw that this man too was in his late
forties or early fifties.

I went over to Kevin and stood in front of him. His
guest reached out and ran his hands over my body and
then he turned me around and pulled me into his lap. I
facing the two men that were taking turns fucking my
********'s mouth and I was ****** now to watch as the
men with Lori enjoyed her talented mouth. She would
take a big black cock into her mouth and throat and
suck it until one of the men slapped her face. That was
the signal for her to switch to the other cock and
begin servicing it. I think that as disgusting as it
was to watch, the thing that disturbed me most was that
Lori didn't seem to mind at all.

The man who was holding me in his lap wasn't watching
that show. He was watching me as his hands explored my
tits for a few minutes before they dropped down to my
widely spread thighs and began to explore my pussy.

I expected it to be painful when he started working his
big finger inside my pussy. I suppose I should have
been grateful that it wasn't. Instead I was upset. My
traitorous cunt was wet again! I don't understand. This
doesn't excite me! I am being ****d and I am watching
two men ****** my brainwashed teenage ********. How on
earth could I be aroused?!

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the man fingering me
turn to Kevin and smile. He pulled his finger out of me
and showed it to Kevin and as he worked it back inside
of me he said, "I've got to hand it to you ***. You
really know what you're doing."

He laughed quietly and said, "I think we need to start
calling you the pussy whisperer."

Kevin laughed and said, "That's a good idea dad. Maybe
I could get my own show on TV and show all those pussy
whipped men out there how to train their women."

I couldn't believe it. Kevin had invited his ******
over to **** us! I wondered if the other two men were
relatives as well.

My focus was still on those other two men who were
****** my ********'s mouth, although in Lori's case I'm
not sure you could call it ****. In those few moments
when she didn't have a large, black cock in her mouth
she looked like she was having a good time.

I saw one of the men cum in her mouth and after she
swallowed she was able to concentrate on the second
cock she had been tasked with pleasing. The second man
came quickly once she devoted all of her attention to
him. Once she had swallowed that second load the three
of them came over and took seats around the table.

The four men talked for a few minutes and I learned
that the lap that I was sitting on belonged to Harry.
Harry was, as I had guessed, Kevin's ******.

One of the other men was Harry's twin brother Henry.
The third man, they were calling him TC, was a
neighbor, a close friend, and a distant cousin.

I had probably been in his lap for close to an hour
when Harry said, "We need to be going gentlemen. But
before we leave I think I'm going to knock off a little
piece of momma here. She may not be fifteen but she has
a damn fine cunt."

Harry pushed me off of his lap and bent me over the
table that we were all sitting around. I felt everyone
watching me as he lowered his pants and began *******
his cock into me. It didn't take very long at all
before I realized where Kevin had gotten his cock from.
His ******'s cock felt every bit as long and as fat as
Kevin's.

I fought desperately not to show it as my body began to
react to being taken by that big cock. But once again
my body knew what it liked and wouldn't listen to me.
In minutes I was moaning in pleasure and losing control
as that big rod pounded into me. I hated what I was
becoming. But on some level I realized that my confused
brain resented very much that I had gone this long
without ever enjoying this kind of pleasure before.

The problem with that was, I didn't know if that was an
honest reaction or if I was starting to think that way
because of being so constantly ****d and humiliated
over the last two days. Could I actually be succumbing
to Kevin's training?!
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Harry brought me to several very nice orgasms before he
came. As soon as he pulled out of me I bent over and
sucked his cock and licked his balls until he was
clean. As I cleaned him he was telling the others what
a good fuck I was. He was very complimentary in a lewd,
crude sort of way. Everything Harry said was something
that I would have slapped someone's face for saying
before Kevin began ****** me and sharing me with so
many others.

It disturbed me that I had somewhat mixed feelings
about what he was saying and the circumstances under
which those comments were being rendered.

Harry and the other two men got dressed after I had
finished my clean up chores. They ignored Lori and me
and said goodnight to Kevin and left.

As soon as they left, Kevin sent Lori and me up to take
a shower. He told me to run a razor over my pussy again
and made Lori responsible for making sure I was smooth.

We went upstairs and took a shower. I shaved as ordered
and Lori ran her hand over my pussy to make sure I was
smooth enough. We dried off and I brushed my teeth and
my hair. I followed Lori back out into my bedroom and
as I did I realized that we had not spoken a word to
each other today. We didn't seem to have a relationship
at all since our ************** relationship had been
destroyed by Kevin. We were just two people living in
the same house. No not even people really. We were two
sex objects who were now owned by Kevin.

That realization shook me. But not as bad as it should
have and I suddenly understood that he was doing it.
Kevin was breaking me. He was breaking my will, my
spirit. In only two days I had become a sex object, a
toy. No, not even two days. After only one beating I
had submitted to him and everyone else he ordered me to
submit to. There was no end in sight either.

Kevin was waiting for us in the bedroom. He had tiny
little skirts for us to put on. Tiny was not an
exaggeration. It was hardly more than a large, black
strip of cloth that extended four inches down from my
waist. I noticed that Lori was wearing hers low on her
belly and it just barely covered her privates. It was
harder for me. I had a larger waist than Lori.

I struggled to push it down enough to cover my pussy
and the bottom of my ass. It worked marginally well. I
somehow didn't think it was going to stay there once I
started moving around.

Kevin watched me trying to make myself presentable and
street legal. He was enjoying my discomfort for a few
minutes but he quickly became bored and said, "That's
enough bitch. I didn't buy those to protect your
modesty. You look pretty hot with your ass hanging
out."

I stopped trying to adjust the skirt and he tossed me a
crop top and ordered me to put it on. I had never worn
a crop top. I thought they were much too revealing and
something that only a slut would wear. This one was
even worse.

I slipped it on and the material was so thin that my
nipples were plainly visible. It was lying loosely
draped over my tits and only just barely covered my
tits before ending in an uneven fringe that only added
to the overall slut effect.

But the worst part was the large black lettering across
the front. In big, bold, black letters it said "I GOT
GANGBANGED!" and on the second line it said "I LOVED
IT!!!".

I looked over at the matching crop top that Lori had
just put on and it was just as suggestive. Across the
front in large red letters it said, "WANNA FUCK?".

I hated these shirts but I gathered from Lori's
expression that she found them amusing. I turned to
look at myself in the mirror and I looked like nothing
so much as a hooker. A cheap hooker at that.

I had no idea where we were going but I knew I was
going to hate it.

Lori and I followed Kevin out to his car. We all sat in
front with Lori in the middle. I tried not to watch as
Kevin's hand came to rest on her upper thigh and as he
rubbed his finger over her pussy she reached over and
rested her small hand on the large bulge in his slacks.

We went through to the other side of town and into an
area that I was unfamiliar with. It was after nine in
the evening and I was exhausted. I had lost count of
the number of times I had been raped today. Well, I
hadn't lost count. I didn't keep count. But it had been
a lot and if that had been all that I had to do today I
would be very tired. But in addition to being ****** to
sexually service the four men at work, a client, and
finally Kevin's ****** I also had to keep up with my
normal work load.

I actually didn't mind that part. I appreciated the
distraction. It gave me an opportunity to think about
something besides all of the sex and the horror that my
life had become.

Kevin parked on a side street just off of the main drag
but we were in a part of town that was becoming run
down. There were a lot of empty buildings in the area.
We got out and walked a half a block to what appeared
to be a deserted warehouse. Kevin pushed a doorbell and
after a short pause the door opened and a large black
man admitted us. He nodded at Kevin and Kevin said,
"Hey Buddha! How're they hanging man?!"

The man's face never changed and he didn't respond. He
let us in after giving Lori and me a passing glance. I
had the impression that he had seen Lori before. The
little entryway that we were standing in was dark until
the door closed and a curtain was pulled over it. I
could hear the faint sound of rap music coming from
somewhere further inside.

As soon as the curtain covered the door a dim overhead
light came on. The doorman turned to face Kevin and
Kevin handed him a wad of money and then raised his
arms. The man ran his hands over Kevin and I got the
strange feeling that I was in an old movie as I watched
Kevin getting frisked.

He finished patting Kevin down and turned to Lori. She
grinned as if she was having a great time and stood
with her arms in the air while the man, well, I can't
call it patting her down so much as he felt her up.
When he was finished her top was resting above her tits
and her skirt was nothing but a black belt around her
waist.

When he had finished feeling my ******** up he turned
to me. His expression had still not changed. He stepped
closer to me and said, "I haven't seen your ass in here
before. Am I gonna have a problem with you?"

I shook my head and raised my arms. His large, rough,
black hands lifted my top and groped my breasts before
sliding down and lifting my skirt and ******* my legs
apart. I felt several fingers worming their way inside
of my pussy and then his hand slid down over my ass and
explored the crack. I was relieved that at least he
hadn't tried to ***** his fat fingers inside of my ass.

He must have known that he wasn't going to find
anything on me or my ********. It was obvious from the
way that we were dressed that we weren't hiding
anything. If anything we were hiding far too little.

As soon as he stepped away I pulled my top down and
worked my tiny skirt back down into place. Lori had
already adjusted her little outfit. As soon as we were
ready we followed Kevin through another door.

Once we had passed through the second door and into the
club the music was louder but not so loud as to be
obnoxious. It was still rap and I still hated it but it
was at least at a volume that was tolerable. I assumed
that this was some sort of illegal, unlicensed club and
they had to keep the noise down to avoid attracting law
en*****ment.

I looked around and saw small stages scattered around
the room and on each stage was a naked woman dancing
sensuously. Only one or two of them seemed to be
dancing to the music that was playing. One of the girls
was oriental and I saw a couple that were black but
there were nearly a dozen more and they were all white.
The customers were all black.
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Kevin selected some empty seats near one of the stages
and we sat and looked up at a dancer that looked
younger than Lori. She glanced at Kevin and smiled but
she ignored us. I looked up and I was looking right
into her pussy only about three feet from my face. That
was all I needed to see and I looked away quickly.

Another naked white woman came up behind us and took
our ***** orders. She greeted Lori by name. I had to
wonder how much time Lori had spent in here. I also
found myself wondering if she had done anything besides
*****, not that it wasn't bad enough that she was
already *****ing ******* at her age.

The waitress soon returned with our *****s. I sipped on
my glass of cheap white wine and stared at my hands. I
had never been in a strip club of course. No one was
stripping in here. All the women seemed to be naked all
the time. But I didn't know what else to call it. I was
sorry for those poor girls that were ****** to exhibit
themselves like that. It was so degrading. But I didn't
want to see it. And I had the nagging feeling in the
back of my mind that I wasn't just here to ***** and
listen to music.

It wasn't long before I had all of my questions
answered. A man came over and held a whispered
conversation with Kevin. I saw the man hand Kevin some
money and then grab Lori's arm and walk away. I watched
as Lori was led through a side door and I glanced up to
see Kevin watching me. He saw the shock and the fear on
my face and he just smiled.

Before Lori returned another man approached Kevin and
two minutes later he was pulling me through that same
side door that Lori had gone through. I gasped and
almost lost my balance when I stepped through the door.
We were in a large room. I mean huge, about half the
size of an airplane hangar. There were no interior
walls, just one large undivided room. And everywhere I
looked there were mattresses lying on the floor. And a
large number of those mattresses were occupied by black
men copulating with young white women.

The man that had apparently paid to fuck me stopped and
looked around and then led me down a narrow aisle
between rows of mattresses and past couples fucking in
every position you could possibly imagine to a mattress
which was right next to Lori and the man who had paid
to have sex with her.

The man that was fucking Lori from behind looked up and
grinned and without missing a stroke he called out,
"Hey brother! I see you brought momma in to play. Let
me know if her ***** any good. I might try her later."

My escort ordered me to strip and I was too afraid not
to. It took almost no time to get out of my two tiny
garments and while he watched me undress he was
unfastening his pants and pulling them off. It was
incongruous I know but I couldn't help thinking that
with all the men that had raped me lately, and every
time one of these men had sex with me I considered it
****, only Kevin had been naked. Every other man that
had used me in the last two days had kept his shirt on!

I was soon on my hands and knees beside Lori with a
cock fucking me violently. It was a very violent fuck,
as so many of them were lately. But I wasn't aroused
and I found myself gazing around the room and wondering
about all of those young white women. I wondered how
many, if any, were here voluntarily. I wondered how
many were like Lori and had been brainwashed. I also
wondered how many of them were like me and being ******
to submit to these rapes for fear of being beaten
beyond my ability to endure.

There were tears pouring down my cheeks. How could I
have sunk so low? I am now a common prostitute. No, I'm
even lower than a prostitute. I don't even get any of
the money he makes selling my body to strange men for
sex. And worse yet I'm working on my hands and knees
right beside my fifteen year old ********. How could I
have allowed myself to be taken so low?

I listened to the two men who were using us. They
commented on our relative merits as fuck meat. They
commented on how tight our pussies were and the sizes
of our tits and the shapes of our asses. They stopped
****** us for long enough to switch places for a couple
of minutes so that they could compare how our pussies
felt on their cocks.

Once they had compared they switched back and fucked us
violently until they attained an orgasm. I had heard
Lori squealing in delight but I hadn't enjoyed it. I
was too despondent.

After they had both cum and we had performed our
standard clean up duties I reached for my two whorish
articles of clothing but Lori stopped me before I could
put them on. She led me to a small ladies room where we
could freshen up and prepare for our next customers.

One wall of the small room was lined with toilets that
were placed so close together that when seated our hips
nearly touched the hips of the women on the toilet
beside us as we sat in embarrassed silence and allowed
the cum to drain out of us for a couple of minutes. As
I sat there with my ******** beside me on one side and
a girl on the other side of me who I knew was not yet
eighteen, I listened to the other girl's conversations.
Some of the others were crying. Most were quiet, morose
looking, and kept to themselves. They were obviously
not here because they enjoyed what they were doing.
There were a few that were laughing and joking quietly
with a friend but those seemed to be the exceptions.

Lori and I finished on the toilets and washed up at the
long row of sinks. There were piles of small, clean,
white washcloths that we could use to freshen up with.
I tried not to look around as I used a cloth to wipe my
pussy clean. It was such a personal thing to do in
front of twenty other women, even if they were all
going through the same process.

I finally put my clothes back on and followed Lori back
out to our seats. My small glass of very bad white wine
had gotten warm but it took the taste of that dirty
black dick out of my mouth so I sipped on it for a
couple of minutes until another man came over and paid
for my services.

I was taken into the back room a dozen times over the
next two hours. I was fucked by a dozen black men of
all descriptions. They ranged in age from no more than
eighteen to one guy that was at least sixty. Except for
that first time I was always on my own and I was always
on my back except for one man who just wanted a
blowjob. It was so dehumanizing, so demeaning. After
each anonymous fuck I sat on one of those equally
dehumanizing toilets and cried quietly as another
strange man's cum drained out of me.

After about two hours a group of men came over to the
table and one of them spoke with Kevin for a few
minutes. The spokesman handed Kevin a large wad of
money and the bored young woman who was dancing on the
small stage in front of us was sent away. Kevin leaned
over and said something to Lori and she got up and took
my hand. She pulled me to my feet and led me to the
stairs that led up onto the stage in front of us.

I followed along like the mindless sex toy that I was
becoming. Once we were on stage Lori started undressing
and she told me to take my clothes off too. I looked
around at the crowd of men who had gathered to watch
and fought back the tears as I removed my slutty outfit
for their amusement.

When I was naked Lori took me into her arms and began
to make love to me. I stood their woodenly at first
while she kissed my unresponsive lips and ran her hand
over my body. After a couple of minutes she whispered,
"Do you really want to piss Kevin off mom?"

At first I wasn't sure. Maybe it would be better to let
him **** me and put me out of my misery. I couldn't go
on like this forever. But the memory of that beating
was still too fresh. I just couldn't go through that
again.

I began to return Lori's kisses and slide my hands over
her firm young body. I told myself that it was nothing
that I hadn't done before. We kissed and caressed for
several minutes and then Lori pulled me down to the
floor and we moved into a sixty-nine position. As I
began to lick her pussy I realized that I could taste
the traces of cum from her last customer. I suppose
that she could taste mine as well. I had tasted so much
cum in the last two days that it didn't even bother me.
What bothered me still was that I was rolling around on
the floor with my little girl for the amusement of a
crowd of strange men while we performed cunnalingus on
each other.

I felt her educated tongue between the lips of my pussy
and it was pleasant but I was far too despondent to
enjoy it. I heard the comments of the crude men all
around us who were excited by watching a ****** have
oral sex with her teenage ******** and I couldn't
imagine that I could have sunk so low in only two days.

Something inside of me, something very stupid inside of
me finally couldn't take this any longer and rebelled.
I pushed my ******** off of me and scrambled to my
feet. I screamed at the men around me that I couldn't
do this and I called them every obscene name that I
could think of.
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Kevin glared at me but I didn't care. I wasn't going to
do this anymore. I grabbed my top and my skirt and
headed for the stairs. I was getting out of here. I got
down the stairs and managed about two steps before
Kevin stood beside me with his hand wrapped in my hair
and almost lifted me off of the floor. I screamed and
scratched at his arm and tried to kick him until he
slapped me so hard that I saw stars.

I went limp for a moment and he turned to the crowd and
said, "Okay boys, free pussy. She's all yours for the
rest of the night."

A couple of large men grabbed me and before they
carried me away Kevin turned to the man that had let us
in and said, "I'll pick her up tomorrow sometime."

I started kicking and screaming furiously when they
started to lead me into the back. The large man that
had frisked me when we came in took two steps and
suddenly punched me in the stomach. As I gasped in pain
his meaty hand came up and slapped me nearly
***********. His hand grabbed a handful of my hair and
held my head up and his large, ugly face was only an
inch from mine when he hissed at me, "This is going to
be the longest night of your fucking life bitch, if you
live through it."

As soon as he let go of my hair I started screaming
again. We had drawn quite a crowd and I couldn't even
guess how many men followed as I was carried into the
back and thrown down on a mattress.

I jumped up immediately but I was surrounded by a sea
of leering black faces and there was no escape. I
screamed at them to let me go. I made all sorts of
empty threats. They seemed to find me so terribly
amusing.

The two men that had carried me in had removed their
pants and they stepped up and with almost no effort
they ****** me down onto my hands and knees. I cried
out as the first large cock entered my pussy and
struggled as the other man worked his cock into my
mouth and began fucking my face.

For just a second I thought about biting him. But
through the red haze that had come over my brain came
the image of my teeth being pulled out with pliers and
I finally stopped fighting. I had lost. I had lost more
than I realized at the time. I would be paying for the
scene I had made out there on that stage for a long
time to come.

I had already been fucked by a dozen men since arriving
at that sex club a few hours ago. That wasn't even a
good warm up for what was to follow. For the next five
or six hours I was constantly being fucked in my pussy
and my mouth. As soon as one man shot his cum into me
he moved out of the way and there waiting was another
big black cock. I couldn't count them of course.

After the first dozen or so men my mind had crawled
into a little space and seemed only vaguely aware of
what was happening to my body. I knew that my thighs
were getting covered with cum and I couldn't imagine
that they would still want to have sex with me. It
didn't occur to me until much later that it wasn't
really sex. It wasn't about that at all. It was about
teaching me a lesson. They were punishing me with cock
and with cum. I was being put in my place.

It hurt at first. They were very rough, intentionally
so. After a while though I started getting numb and
then a little later my mind went into that place and I
was almost unaware of what was happening to me.

I have no idea what time it was when I finally realized
that I was alone. I was curled up on the mattress in a
little ball. I was nearly covered in cum and I was
lying in a cold pool of male fluids but it didn't
really matter anymore.

Only a few minutes passed before I was vaguely aware
that I was no longer alone and I opened my eyes to see
the man who had frisked me when I came in last night.
He was standing over me and looking down at me in
disgust. When I opened my eyes he said, "I was gonna
fuck you again but there's no way I'm gonna stick my
dick in your skanky ass, bitch. Jesus you stink! This
ain't no fucking flop house. Nobody said you could
*****. Get your nasty ass in there and clean yourself
up."

I struggled to my feet. I hurt so bad that I couldn't
straighten up. I shuffled towards the bathroom, bent
over and holding my stomach. Every step was agony. My
stomach hurt, I didn't know if that was because of the
punches or all of the cocks that had pummeled me. I
knew why my pussy hurt so badly though. All of those
violent rapes, hour after hour, one right after
another.

My throat was just as sore as my pussy. I hadn't tried
but I'm pretty sure that I couldn't talk if I had to. I
made it to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. I hadn't
even realized how badly I needed to pee until I sat
down. I let the cum drain out of me until I couldn't
hear it dripping into the toilet any longer. When I
stood up and turned around to flush it I saw an
unbelievable amount of viscous fluid floating in the
water. I thought that most of it had drained out of me
when I was lying on the mattress. I was wrong.

I flushed the toilet and shuffled over to the sink. I
stared at myself in the mirror. I didn't even recognize
my reflection. My hair was stiff from their cum. Many
of the men had used my hair to wipe their cocks clean.
Others had shot their load into my face and hair.

My lips were cracked and swollen and there were a few
places where ***** had trickled down. I don't remember
being hit in the face except for that one time I was
slapped before it started. I'm not sure why I was
********.

My tits were very tender. I could see scratches and
several black and blue marks. The men must have been
pretty rough on them but I don't remember it.

I leaned down and rinsed my face off several times
before I picked up a washcloth and started trying to
clean myself up. I was washing my body with the cloth
when I felt someone watching me. I looked up to see the
doorman watching me from the door to the bathroom.

I ignored him and went back to cleaning the dried cum
from my body. I had no idea what time it was. I
wondered how long it would be before Kevin came back
for me. I felt a sudden wave of fear grip my chest.
What did Kevin have in mind for me when he came back
for me? He had been furious last night. The hook?

I shuddered as I remembered that horrible beating he
had subjected me to that first night. The tears started
again because I was certain it was going to happen
again.

I finished cleaning myself up. Or at least I was as
clean as I could get without taking a long hot bath and
using a douche.

I tossed the last of the four face cloths I had used to
clean myself up with into the bucket they had supplied.
I was as clean as I was going to get until I got home.

It couldn't be put off any longer. I turned to face the
doorman and he entered the room and came closer to
examine me. He sniffed and said, "That's a little
better. I still don't think I want to fuck your nasty
ass. Get down and suck me off bitch. I didn't get to
fuck your face last night. The line was too long."

The floor was damp and dirty and I started to reach for
a couple of washcloths to kneel on. I saw his arm go
back and I cowered and covered my head.

He snarled, "I said get down and suck me off bitch! Are
you fucking brain dead?! Didn't you learn anything last
night? You stupid fucking cunt! When a man tells you to
do something you fucking do it! Instantly!"

I sobbed quietly as I dropped to my knees on the filthy
floor. He didn't offer to help so I unfastened his
pants and pulled them down far enough to expose his
manhood. I gripped his soft cock in my fingers and
pulled it free of his underwear. The smell was
unpleasant but I had smelled a lot worse over the
course of the last five or six hours.
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My lips cracked when I opened them to take his cock
into my mouth. The worst pain wasn't when I took his
fat cock into my throat though. The pain in my jaw was
what caused me to cry out. I hadn't tried to talk or
open my mouth very far since I had become aware of my
surroundings again and realized that the rapes had
stopped. I hadn't realized just how sore my jaw was
until I opened my mouth wide enough to accommodate his
cock.

It hurt like hell but of course that didn't matter. I
ignored the pain in my lips and my throat and my jaw
and I put every bit of what little strength remained in
my incredibly ****** body to work. I wanted desperately
to please this man, I was too scared not to.

He watched me as I worked on his cock with a look of
disgust on his face. At one point he reached out to
hold my head. But when he saw the condition of my hair
he thought better of it and dropped his hands back to
his side.

He probably only lasted ten or fifteen minutes. It just
seemed like an hour before he filled my mouth with one
last load of cum. After he came I held his cock in my
mouth until he placed the tips of two of his large
fingers against my forehead and pushed me down on my
ass on the filthy floor.

I sat there crying as he stepped back and fastened his
pants. When he was dressed again he said, "Get off your
lazy ass, bitch. Get yourself cleaned up and come out
to the front door."

After he left I used a few more washcloths to clean the
filth from my body again. I quickly rinsed my mouth out
at the sink. I walked through the empty room full of
nasty, cum stained mattresses. I looked around for my
clothes but then I remembered that I had been brought
back here naked.

I went out and through the club to the front door. I
looked around out in the club but my clothes weren't
there either. As I passed by the bar I spotted a clock.
It was almost six in the morning. I had been here since
about nine last night. Nine hours of almost constant
****. And I didn't believe for an instant that my day
was over.

The doorman was sitting at a desk near the front door
watching a small, portable TV. When I entered the foyer
I asked the doorman if he had any idea where my
clothing had gone to. My voice was unrecognizable. I
couldn't help wondering if the damage to my throat
would be permanent.

He glanced up at me for a second but then turned back
to his little television. He didn't say anything at
first but then he said, "I don't want you to open your
fucking mouth again unless someone is trying to put a
cock in it you stupid bitch."

I didn't know why he was so mad at me. Maybe he just
hated women. Or maybe he just hated white sluts. I
moved away from him and stood with my back to the wall
and waited. It was probably another half an hour before
the bell rang and Kevin was there to pick me up. I
cowered against the wall as he came in and looked me
over. I tried to tell him that I was sorry, though I
wasn't sure what I was apologizing for.

He interrupted me and said, "I don't like getting up at
six o'clock in the morning cunt. I hope you are well
rested because you are going to pay me back for
humiliating me last night and making me get up this
early. I didn't even earn back half of what I paid for
your clothes last night. But don't worry. I have
something else in mind that will make up the
difference."

I was so scared as I stood there with him almost
yelling in my face that I didn't even mention that my
clothes were missing when he told me to follow him.

I followed him out onto the sidewalk and down to the
corner. There were a few people around but it was early
and it was a rundown part of town so there didn't seem
to be any decent people around to be offended by my
nudity.

We turned the corner and walked a half a block to his
car. I was grateful that I had at least been able to
keep my shoes on last night. I would have hated to be
barefoot.

We passed several men who stopped and grinned and
turned to watch me as I followed Kevin to the car. But
they didn't speak to me or try to touch me or anything.
They just enjoyed my nudity.

We got to the car and Kevin directed me to sit on a
towel in his back seat. He drove away and as he drove
through town I tried once more to tell him that I was
sorry. I wanted to explain that I had lost it. I
couldn't stand it anymore. I wanted him to understand
that I was a ****** and that it was very difficult to
overcome a ******'s natural instinct to protect her
*****.

He didn't even look back at me in the mirror. He just
growled, "Do I need to stick something in your mouth to
shut you up you dumb cunt?"

I gave up and sat back and closed my eyes. He didn't
care why I had rebelled last night. I doubt if he even
minded. He was probably looking forward to making me
pay for it.

I opened my eyes when he pulled into a parking lot. We
were in the industrial district. He had parked in front
of a large metal building. There were no signs to
indicate what they did here. There were a dozen cars
and SUVs parked in the lot but no one going in or out.
It didn't look like another club. But then, the place
that I had spent the night last night looked like
nothing but an abandoned warehouse.

Kevin ordered me out. I got out and shut the door and
he grabbed my arm and pulled me around behind his car.
He pointed to a pile of clothing and I recognized one
of my normal outfits, the clothes I used to wear before
I became Kevin's bitch. He ordered me to dress and
while I was putting my underwear on he pointed out some
disturbing things in his trunk. I didn't recognize most
of it but I saw leather collars and cuffs. There were
chains and different kinds of whips and a large
assortment of things that looked painful and I didn't
even know what they were for.

I had stopped dressing as my eyes inventoried the
instruments of ******* that Kevin was showing me. I was
standing in a public parking lot in my bra and panties.
But I was so upset that I had forgotten all about
getting dressed.

I finally tore my eyes away from the horrible contents
of Kevin's trunk and tried once more to beg him to
forgive me. I pleaded with him to have pity on me. I
promised him that I would never disobey him or
humiliate him again.

He laughed and responded, "You stupid cunt. You made
that same promise a couple of days ago after your first
beating. I told you then that I knew you'd screw up.
You dumb cunts don't learn after just one beating. You
are going to get another beating when I get you home
and I told you I wasn't going to take it easy on you if
I had to do it again. I will make you a deal though. If
you do everything that you are told between now and the
time I get you home I will take it easy on you again.
Not as easy as I did the first night. But easier than
what I'm planning now. So what happens to you tonight
is up to you."

There it was. No matter what else happened to me today
I was going to be beaten when I got home. And it was
going to be more severe than the first beating. I was
crying again and I was shaking so bad that I could
hardly stand. At first my mind was paralyzed with
terror. But then another horrible thought crossed my
mind. "What was he going to make me do in this building
that was so bad that he was showing me this equipment
and leaving the severity of the beating that I was to
receive up to me?"

He watched me for a few moments, obviously enjoying the
fear that seemed to have ************* me. He allowed
me to stand there for a minute or two before he said,
"Get your fucking clothes on you stupid cunt. Are you
trying to get arrested?"

My mind was numb as I reached into the trunk and pulled
out a knee length skirt and stepped into it. I nearly
fell on my ass trying to put it on. I wanted nothing
more right at that moment than to collapse and cry
hysterically. I was so close to finally going over the
edge and losing my mind.

I had frozen in place again after I had my skirt on and
after a few seconds he asked, "Do I need to slap you
around a little to get you going? Put the rest of your
damned clothes on bitch!"

I pulled on the conservative blouse he had brought me
and tucked it in. I buttoned up the skirt and stood
shaking in fear. I looked up to see if he was satisfied
and as he closed the trunk I asked, "Please sir, what's
in this building. What's going to happen to me here?"
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He smiled and replied, "You are going to finish paying
me back for all the nice clothes I bought you. If don't
want to be beaten half to death tonight then I suggest
that do everything you are told in there. Like I said,
how badly you get beaten tonight is all up to you."

He turned and headed for the door and I followed behind
him. He opened the door and went in and when I stepped
in after him I found myself in a comfortable looking
reception room. A pretty young blonde behind the desk
greeted Kevin by name and then gave me a look that let
me know she thought that I was the sort of thing a
decent person might have to scrape off of the bottom of
their shoes after walking through a pasture.

The girl picked up her phone, punched a button and
said, "Mr. Baird, Mr. Gadsen is here with...Mr. Gadsen
is here."

She hung up the phone and smiled at Kevin and said,
"You can go right in sir."

Kevin went through a door and I followed him down a
short hall past several offices to Mr. Baird's office.
When we entered Mr. Baird stood up and shook hands with
Kevin. Then he came around his desk and stood in front
of me.

He looked me up and down and then walked around me.
When he was back in front of me he said, "She stinks.
But she looks as good as her pictures Kevin. She isn't
marked up is she?"

Kevin looked thoughtful and said, "A couple of light
bruises on her tits. Nothing that a little makeup won't
be able to take care of."

Mr. Baird looked annoyed. He said to me, "Show me your
tits honey."

I unbuttoned my blouse quickly. I released the front
closure on my bra and held my blouse and bra open so
that my breasts were fully displayed. He bent forward
and examined them, even lifting them so that he could
look at the underside. He payed close attention to one
of the bruises and then stood up and said to Kevin,
"We'll see how she comes out of makeup. We may have to
postpone this for a few days."

Kevin said, "If you want to postpone it you will have
to put it off for more than a couple of days. I'm going
to beat the hell out of her tonight. She'll think long
and hard before she freaks out on me again."

Mr. Baird got a funny look on his face. He went around
to his seat and picked up his phone and pushed some
buttons. He said, "Darling, would you come in here
please. I need you to take this...this woman down to
makeup."

He hung up the phone and while we were waiting he laid
three forms out on his desk and called me over and
ordered me to sign each of them. I had no idea what
they were.

Seconds later the blonde who had been out front came
in. Mr. Baird said to her, "See that they pay special
attention to those bruises on her tits. I need to know
if we can use her today. Tell them to call me."

I started to button my blouse but in a voice dripping
with disdain the blonde said, "Don't bother. Come with
me."

I still wasn't certain what it was that they did here
but I was tempted to tell that young bitch off. Imagine
her working in a place like this and looking down on
me! But I was fully aware of what was happening to me
when I got home. I wasn't going to say anything to
anyone about anything.

As I walked towards the door I heard Mr. Baird say,
"About this beating..."

That was all I heard but I couldn't help wondering if
he could talk Kevin out of it. I had no reason to
believe that was his intent. I was just clinging to any
hope at all I suppose.

I held my blouse closed as I followed the blonde down
the hallway and then down another short corridor before
she opened a door and I was in a makeup room. There
were two beauty shop chairs in the room and a man and
woman were sitting in them talking.

They got up when the blonde entered and they greeted
each other. No one spoke to me. The blonde said, "Mr.
Baird wants you to give her the works. She has some
bruises on her tits. See if you can do anything with
them and let him know. He needs to know if he is going
to have to postpone the shoot. So I guess you should
start there."

The woman turned to look at me and asked, "Have you
ever done this before?"

I didn't know how to answer. "Done what?" I asked. "I
don't know why I'm here."

All three of them laughed at me. The blonde said, "This
is going to be interesting. See you guys later."

She left and the makeup woman said, "Get out of those
clothes."

I took off my blouse and bra and put them on a chair.
They were both watching me but it seemed to be more to
appraise me for the work they needed to do than the
leering looks I was getting used to in the last few
days.

I removed my skirt and blouse and then for the first
time in a very long time I took my shoes off. I can't
describe how much of a relief it was to get out of
those instruments of *******.

They both came over to where I stood and looked me
over. They seemed satisfied with my body in general and
they began to concentrate on the bruises on my tits.
They ran their hands over them and lifted and separated
until they had seen everything there was to see.

The man grinned and asked, "Rough night last night
sugar?"

I was on the verge of telling him off. Instead I
replied, "Yes sir. Getting gang raped is very tiring."

I was gratified that they actually seemed uncomfortable
for a second.

The woman sniffed and said, "You really stink honey."
She pointed at a door in the far wall and said,
"There's a shower in there. Go clean up and wash your
hair. Make it quick though. There are a lot of people
waiting around."

I took a quick shower and washed my hair. I dried off
and hurried back into the makeup room. I don't know why
I was hurrying. I wasn't anxious t find out why I was
here. I guess that I was just getting used to doing
what I was told.

I was directed to one of the chairs and they began
working to cover up the bruises on my tits. They had
faded slightly since I first saw them early this
morning. I guess they weren't as bad as they could have
been. There were a few feint scratches too. Both of
them began working on me with powders and creams and in
just a few minutes the marks on my tits were all
invisible.

The woman went to a phone and used the intercom to tell
Mr. Baird that the bruises covered up well and I would
be ready in about half an hour.

They proceeded to cover the rest of my body with creams
and powders. They checked everywhere that hair grew but
were satisfied that I didn't need a shave. The man
worked on my hair while the woman finished my front and
then they stood me up and worked together to put makeup
on my back.
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When they were finished the woman notified Mr. Baird on
the intercom. They sat back in their chairs and we
waited for someone to come and get me. In the
uncomfortable silence that ensued I finally asked them,
"What is going to happen to me here?"

They both laughed and the woman answered, "Apparently
not much that hasn't already happened to you. I'm
guessing that there isn't a lot that hasn't already
happened to you."

They both got a chuckle out of that. I saw that I
wasn't getting anywhere with them. They thought that I
was some kind of slut and beneath their dignity. Fuck
them, fuck them both!

I heard footsteps approaching and Mr. Baird came in. He
looked me all over, paying special attention to my
tits. When he was satisfied he said, "Okay, get
dressed. Hurry it up."

While I was dressing he said to the couple who had done
my makeup, "Good job. There isn't anything else
scheduled for today. You can knock off now. If you want
to come in and watch the show I'm thinking it's going
to get pretty amusing."

I followed Mr. Baird back out and through another door
into a huge room with a dozen people and camera
equipment everywhere. The large room was divided into
smaller sets and people were moving around doing god
knows what.

There was one man who seemed to be in charge. He was
running around yelling at everyone to do this and do
that and go here or go there. It was all very hectic.
It was also very intimidating.

I was standing several feet inside the door, watching
all the incomprehensible activity and waiting for
someone to tell me what to do. I nearly jumped out of
my skin when I head Kevin behind me. He said, "You see
that guy doing all the yelling?"

I nodded.

Kevin said, "I told that man that you would do every
single thing that he told you to do, him and every
other person on this set. I'm going to warn you right
now, you are going to hate it. But if you screw this up
I'm going to beat you to within an inch of your fucking
life. Do you understand me?"

I was so scared now that I could hardly breathe. I had
no idea what was going to happen to me but I believed
Kevin. I was sure that I would hate it, whatever it
was. It didn't matter though. I nodded my head and
replied, "Yes sir. I understand you."

I heard his evil chuckle and he quietly said, "Somehow
I still don't believe you. I guess we'll see."

A few minutes later the room got quiet. All the hectic
preparations were complete. The man who had been doing
all of the yelling looked around and spotted me. He
waved me over to where he was standing. I was so scared
I could hardly walk but I managed to make it over to
where he stood. He looked me over and nodded and then
said, "I understand that you have no idea what is going
to happen to you here today. Is that true?"

I nodded. I was too scared to talk.

He grinned and said, "And you have never done this
before?"

I nodded again.

He chuckled and said, "****, this is going to be
interesting."

He looked behind him and pointed out a strange looking
woman wearing an even stranger outfit. He told me that
for the next two hours I would be doing everything that
woman said.

The woman's costume consisted entirely of leather
straps but it didn't cover any of the areas that were
normally covered by clothing. It merely outlined her
breasts and her pubic area. There was a large studded
belt around her waist and leather studded cuffs and a
wide thick leather collar. She was an attractive blonde
in very good shape. She was the most muscular woman
that I think that I have ever seen. She looked to be in
her mid forties at least. She had a dour look on her
face and the total effect was very intimidating.

He asked, "Do you have any questions?"

I thought, "Your damned right I have questions! I have
a lot of questions!" But I just shook my head and he
shoved me over towards her and said, "Go over and
introduce yourself."

I walked over to the woman in the leather harness and
said, "Hello. I'm Karen. I was told to introduce myself
to you."

She glowered at me and looked me up and down like just
about every man I met lately did. She grinned slightly
and then she said, "They still haven't told you why
you're here, have they?"

It was starting to annoy me that everyone asked me that
but no one would tell me why I was here. But of course
I knew better than to piss her off. I just said, "No
ma'am. No one will tell me what is going to happen to
me here."

She was a tall woman. She must be nearly six feet tall.
She had great muscle definition. She looked like an
Amazon. She looked down at me and after a long pause
she said, "You and me are going to make a movie. But
then, I suppose you've figured that part out already."

I nodded. I figured it was going to be a movie by the
makeup and the cameras and the sets. So now it looked
like I was going to be making a sex movie with an
Amazonian female. I wasn't looking forward to it. I
still wasn't that fond of sex with another female. But
at least it wasn't with my ******** this time. I didn't
understand why everyone thought that I was going to get
weird about that. After last night I think I could
handle having sex with just one woman.

She laughed and said, "I can read your fucking mind.
You dumb cunt. It won't be just you and me. I don't
want your skuzzy mouth anywhere near me. I'm just going
to be in charge. You are going to do everything I tell
you. You are going to hate it. But you are going to do
it. Because if you don't I am going to hurt you more
than you have ever been hurt before. And to be honest,
I hope you fight me. I hate it when I get some fresh
cunt and she gives in too easy. It takes all the fun
out of it."

Oh well, I didn't want to be friends with her anyway. I
stepped away from her and went back to looking around.
I realized that everyone was watching us. Suddenly I
was very self-conscious.

I tried to take a few deep breaths and ***** myself to
calm down. I had just about managed when the Amazon
took my arm and said, "Let's go. It's time to get
started. From now on if you call me anything it had
best be mistress. Is that understood?"

She was scary woman and I had no intention of pissing
her off. I was tired and sore from last night and I
just wanted to get this over with and go home. I
responded, "Yes mistress."

She guided me to the set that the people and the
cameras and lights all seemed to be focused on. As we
walked she asked me, "Do you know what a cattle prod
it?"

I had never seen one but I knew what they were, what
they were used for. I started to nod but then I figured
it would be more appropriate to say, "Yes mistress."

She said, "Good. That should make things a little
easier."

I didn't like the sound of that.

We entered the set. I looked around and it didn't do
anything to relieve my rapidly growing distress to see
that I was in a fake dungeon. As soon as we were on the
set the guy who had been doing all of the yelling
earlier, the director I assume, yelled, "Ready on the
set?"

I glanced around and waited for someone to tell me what
to do. I still had no idea what this was all about.

The director yelled, "Action!"

The Amazon let my arm go and walked around me. I was
turned so that the camera was to my right front. It had
a clear view when she reached up and grabbed the lapels
of my blouse and with one violent motion she tore it
all the way down the front sending buttons flying
everywhere.

It was so violent and so unexpected that I screamed.

She smiled and in a sympathetic voice asked, "What's
the matter pet? Did I scare you?"
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I was scared! I was terrified. I was also aware of the
large microphone on a boom just over our heads and the
cameras that were recording what we did and more than a
dozen people staring at us.

Suddenly her hand came up and she slapped my face. I
screamed again but she put her face in mine and said,
"I asked you a question pet! Are you scared?"

I answered quickly, "Yes mistress. I am scared!"

She smiled and said, "Good. You have every reason to
be."

She moved behind me and jerked my blouse off. Once more
her actions were violent and the blouse was nearly in
tatters by the time she had it off.

She turned me slightly so that I faced the camera and
said, "Tell me your name."

Before I could answer she reached out and gripped the
waist of my skirt and tore it apart in the back where
the button and the zipper held it together. It tore
half way down the back and then she let it drop to the
floor at my feet.

Before I could form a thought she delivered a vicious
punch to my lower back. I screamed again and wheeled
around. She saw the look of pain and horror on my face
and she seemed to feed on it like a vampire feeding on
human *****.

She reached out and slapped my face again. The blow
came out of nowhere and I screamed and turned away from
her once more. I was facing the cameras again and she
grabbed my bra strap in the back and twisted it and
held me in place and said, "I asked you your name,
bitch!"

I cried out, "Karen! My name is Karen mistress!"

She maintained her hold on my bra strap and I felt
another explosion of pain on my lower back.

I cried out and pleaded, "Please mistress. That hurts!
I can't take it. I told you my name!"

I could hear the pleasure in her voice when she
responded, "You told me half of your name you dumb
cunt. What is your name?"

I shuddered at the thought of all the perverts that
would watch this movie and know my name. But this woman
was as scary as Kevin!

I quickly responded, "Karen Black mistress. My name is
Karen Black!"

She unfastened my bra and tore it off roughly. She
walked around me again and looked at my tits. She
smiled and said, "Not bad. I could have a lot of fun
with those."

She looked me in the eye then and said, "You won't like
it if I have a lot of fun with those. So I highly
recommend that from now on you answer promptly and
completely."

She moved around behind me again, leaving me facing the
cameras in my panties and high heels. When she was
behind me she reached around and gripped my left nipple
between her thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze.
I felt her arm muscle bulging against my arm as she
applied more and more pressure until I screamed in pain
and reached up to try and pull her hand away.

She screamed right in my ear, "DO NOT LIFT YOUR ARMS TO
ME CUNT!! Put your arms down, now!"

I was sobbing loudly. The pain was unbelievable but she
terrified me and I ****** myself to lower my arms.

She gradually eased her grip and when I had stopped
panting in pain she asked me, "What is your address
Karen Black?"

I felt growing panic in the pit of my stomach, but
there was no question that I was going to do anything
but answer promptly and completely. I would have to
sell my house and move now. But I immediately recited
my complete address.

I saw the crew smiling as they watched. They were all
enjoying my torment. I guess people like them and like
Kevin must gravitate towards each other.

She ordered me to turn around and take a step back. I
complied immediately and she ordered me to bend over at
the waist and keep my legs straight.

I obeyed of course. I was determined that I was going
to do anything this fucking bitch ordered me to do.

She kept me bent over for a long moment before she
ordered me to slide my underwear down.

The point of this was obvious. My ass was facing right
towards the main cameras. At this point that didn't
matter. I reached for my waistband and slid my panties
down and let them fall to my feet.

I waited for permission to stand but before that order
came she said, "Reach back there and spread those
cheeks nice and wide. Air out that nasty ass for me."

I put all those people that were standing around behind
me out of my mind. The only person that mattered now
was the woman who was causing me all of this pain.

I reached back and spread my ass cheeks as far apart as
I could and held them that way while she walked around
and inspected me.

She walked all the way around me before she ordered me
to stand up and face the cameras again.

When I had complied she asked, "How long have you been
sucking cocks Karen Black?"

I quickly responded, "Three days mistress."

She asked, "Do you enjoy it Karen Black?"

I wasn't sure if I was supposed to answer honestly or
not but I think they wanted to hear the truth. I
replied, "No mistress. I do not enjoy sucking cocks."

I felt her hand gliding over my right ass cheek and she
said, "Good. That's was the answer that I was hoping
for. But you are pretty good at it already aren't you
Karen? You can take huge cocks down your throat can't
you?"

I said, "Yes mistress. I have had many large cocks in
my throat in the last three days."

She moved right up against my back. I felt her nipples
pressing into me. She leaned forward and licked my neck
and then she quietly asked, "Have you ever sucked a
dog's cock Karen Black?"

I shuddered in revulsion and exclaimed, "No mistress!"

I started to add that I would never do that. But
suddenly I had a horrible feeling in the pit of my
stomach. Was that the secret that everyone was keeping
from me? Was she going to make me suck a dog's cock, on
film?!"

She kissed my neck where she had just licked me. She
said, "I can taste your fear Karen Black. You have
finally figured out why you are here today, haven't
you?"

My voice broke when I tried to say, "Yes mistress."

Under my breath I whispered, "Oh god no. Please don't
do this to me. I'll get sick. I know I will."

She licked my neck again and said, "I love the taste of
fear." She paused and asked, "Have you ever had anyone
stick a cattle prod in your cunt and shock you Karen
Black?"

I suddenly felt faint. My legs started to go out from
under me and I thought, "Oh good! I'm going to be
***********!"

No such luck. Her hand reached around and before I
could lose consciousness her finger and thumb had that
death grip on my nipple again and I was screaming in
pain. I started to lift my arms to defend myself but at
the last moment I remembered and let them fall to my
side.

I screamed again and she slowly released her grip. I
was panting again and she gave me a minute to recover
before she said, "I asked you a question Karen Black."

At first I couldn't remember the question. It was
something about a dog but I couldn't remember what.
Then, just as she started to tighten her grip again I
remembered.

"No mistress! I have never had a cattle prod in my
cunt!"
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She laughed and said, "I think that you probably will
today. I am going to order you to do some very nasty
things. They will sicken you. They are nastier than
anything you have ever done in your life. They are
worse than the gang **** you were subjected to last
night for six hours. The things that I am going to
order you to do are the kinds of things that a decent
woman would absolutely refuse to do no matter the
consequences. But you will do them. You probably will
refuse at first. But I will then place the end of a
cattle prod in your cunt and have you dancing on the
end of it until at last you give in. You will leave
this building, if indeed you leave this building, with
your pride in shreds. From this day forward there is
nothing that you will not do if asked. I am going to
break you Karen Black."

I heard the confidence in her voice and I didn't doubt
for a second that she was telling the truth. She had
done this before and she enjoyed it.

She kissed my shoulder and said, "Before we start I
have a couple more questions Karen Black. How old are
you?"

"I'm thirty-two mistress."

"Are you married?" she asked.

I replied, "I am separated mistress."

She said, "I have one last question Karen Black. Tell
me about your *****."

I wasn't sure what she wanted me to say. I answered, "I
have a fifteen year old ******** mistress."

She chuckled and said, "I'll bet she's a good
cocksucker too, isn't she Karen Black?"

I thought, "That's two questions." But what I said was,
"Yes mistress. My ******** is a good cocksucker."

"What is your ********'s name Karen Black?"

I'm embarrassed about it now but at that moment
protecting my ******** was the furthest thing from my
mind. I answered, "My ********'s name is Lori Black
mistress."

The Amazon smiled and asked, "Where does your fifteen
year old slut ******** go to school Karen Black?"

I instantly answered, "She goes to Benedict Arnold High
School mistress."

The Amazon said, "That's enough foreplay. Are you ready
to meet your co-star?"

The answer to that was a definite no. But I nodded that
I was.

She said, "That's one. Are you ready to meet your co-
star Karen Black?"

One what?! What the hell did I do wrong now? I guess
she doesn't want me to nod? I said, "Yes mistress. I am
ready to meet my co-star."

She took a step back and said, "Get down on your
knees."

As I sank to my knees she said, "Now you are not Karen
Black anymore. Now you are bitch."

She walked away and picked something up off of a table.
She came back over to where I was waiting on my knees
and moved around in front of me. She was holding a
long, thin, metallic wand-like object with a brightly
colored plastic handle. I had never seen one before but
I knew what it was.

She reached out and slowly moved it over my face, down
my neck and over my tits. She teased my nipples with it
for a few seconds. Then she pulled it away and held it
near my ear. She pressed the button and I heard an
electrical noise right by my ear. My hair stood on end
and I vowed that I would do every disgusting thing she
ordered to avoid having that thing go off in my pussy.

She stood over me and said, "I am going to bring in Rex
now. Rex is a very affectionate lover. He loves to kiss
his bitches. When Rex kisses you I want you to kiss him
back. I want to see lots of tongue action. If you hurt
his feelings I'm going to teach you how to dance."

She walked across the room and opened a door. I didn't
want to watch. I didn't want to see. But I couldn't
help it. I saw a man standing on the other side of the
door with a dog on a leash.

She took the leash from him and led the dog over and
****** him to sit in front of me. He must be well
trained. He seemed to know what this was all about. I
wondered how many movies Rex had starred in. He was
obviously excited but he had been ordered to stay and
he did.

The Amazon moved back behind me and I had a brief
moment to look at Rex. He was a very large German
Shepherd. I could see his cock already twitching in its
hairy sheath. There was just a hint of pink at the
opening.

I couldn't even remember the last time I had eaten
anything but cum. Still I felt like I was about to
vomit. I was distracted though when the Amazon touched
her cattle prod to my back and ran it down over my ass.

She said, "Before we start I am going to give you
another minute to think about this cattle prod in your
cunt. It will be the most painful thing that you ever
experience in your life. It is worse than **********.
And when I am done you will end up obeying me anyway.
Trust me. I know. I have been through this so many
times."

I believed her. I also believed that she was hoping
that she would get to do it to me.

The minute passed and she prodded me forward with her
beloved cattle prod. When I was less than a foot from
Rex the Amazon said, "Bitch, this is Rex. Rex, this is
your new bitch. Isn't she pretty Rex?"

Rex barked and wagged his tail but still he stayed and
remained under her control.

I could smell his dog breath and see his tongue lolling
out of his mouth. There was a steady stream of drool
rolling off of his tongue. I was feeling sicker by the
second.

My tormentor said, "Are you ready to get better
acquainted bitch?"

I tried to respond but my voice broke. I cleared my
throat and tried again. "Yes mistress."

I could hear the smile in her voice when she said,
"Rex, kiss your new bitch."

Rex barked and leaned forward and began to lap my face
eagerly. I stuck my tongue out reluctantly and began to
lick him back. Our tongues dueled and suddenly his
large, wet tongue slid right into my mouth. It was in
and out before I could even react. But then it happened
again.

I tried to keep my mouth closed tightly and just lick
his tongue with my own but that Nazi bitch ordered me
to turn my head to the side and open my mouth and put
my heart and soul into it.

I felt the tears start again. I ignored them and leaned
my head over and began trying to kiss him as if he were
a human with a big nose. My mouth filled with his
saliva over and over and I had to keep swallowing. I
couldn't detect any recognizable taste. That didn't
matter though. It wasn't the taste that was so
disgusting. It was the idea of what I was doing. And
the idea of what I was about to do.

I started gagging and I was sure that I was about to
lose it. I felt the cold metal wand sliding down
between the cheeks of my ass and begin to angle around
toward my pussy and I froze. My new mistress said, "Are
you having a problem their bitch? Do you need a dancing
lesson?"

I ****** myself to calm down and gradually I got my
gagging under control. She eased up with the cattle
prod and I tried to concentrate on kissing Rex.

I noticed two men coming in close with large hand held
cameras and getting close-ups of me and Rex. They
started to back away after a few minutes but the Amazon
said, "Okay bitch. Reach your hand down there and start
getting better acquainted with your new boyfriend. Show
him how much you want to please him."

I reached my hand down and wrapped my fingers around
his throbbing cock. The camera men had stayed in for a
close-up of that. I shuddered in disgust as I felt the
dog's cock in my hand. Almost as soon as I touched him
I felt a warm liquid spray out of his cock and onto my
underarm just above my wrist.

I jerked my hand away instinctively but I immediately
put it back in place. I was too afraid not to. Rex's
cock continued to jerk in my hand and with each jerk of
his cock there was another small stream of that warm
liquid on my arm.

Rex was whining and getting very agitated now. The
Amazon said, "I think Rex loves you bitch. He wants
you. He has the hots for you. But you don't want to
have his puppies and after all, it is only your first
date. So I think the best thing to do is give him some
head."
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