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Collected by Djian
updated aug 25 - 2010

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Brooke Can't drink
By vulgus

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Story Codes: IR, blackmail, MMMMMF, mmF, mmmmF, humil, ws, beast

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

Chapter 11

Delon went home and Doug pulled the car into the garage. As soon as the garage door closed behind us I got out and grabbed my skirt and blouse. I went around the car and opened Doug's door. I was not as shocked as I probably should have been when I noticed that he had an erection.

He saw me staring at it. He blushed furiously but I leaned down and kissed his cheek while pressing my hand down against his hard cock. I didn't think he'd want me kissing him on the lips after what he just witnessed. His arm went around me and much to my surprise he turned his head and returned my kiss.

When we finally separated he said, "I'm sorry. I know how inappropriate it is that I witness something like that and have a hard on. My conscience is killing me but..."

I smiled and helped him out of the car. I said, "Doug, I honestly don't mind. I told you, I prefer that you have that reaction than any of the other possible reactions I can imagine. I don't want you going crazy with jealousy or getting furious and doing something violent and stupid. And I don't want to look in your face and see that I disgust you. If the worst thing you do until we find a way out of this is have a hard on I'll be perfectly happy."

He looked into my eyes as if trying to figure out if that was how I really felt. I smiled and said, "I mean it, baby. I don't even mind if you watch those DVD's and get turned on. As long as you don't watch them and end up hating me for the things you see. I've done some terrible things."

We hugged, carefully, for the longest time. He held himself away, trying to avoid putting pressure on my piercings. I think that we were both enjoying the feeling of closeness. But at the same time we were trying to figure out how each of us felt about the way our life was being turned upside down.

I finally reached down and wrapped my fingers around his still very hard cock and said, "Come on. Let's go inside and I'll take care of this for you."

He seemed to be reluctant, as if he was afraid that he would be adding to my troubles if he got a blowjob. I smiled up at him. I really did appreciate his concern. But I wanted to suck his cock. I wanted to reward him for being so wonderful.

I said, "It's nice that you're concerned. But you don't have to be. I like sucking your cock. I want to make it up to you for having been such a piss poor wife for so many years. I will gladly suck your cock anytime you want. And as soon as I'm able I want to fuck you half to death.

"And don't feel guilty about getting turned on. I told you. That's the response that's most likely to keep us together. You will see me doing a lot of terrible things before this is over, things that a husband isn't supposed to see his wife doing. I want you to get turned on. I mean that, Doug. I know it sounds strange. But how else are we going to get through this?"

He nodded and said, "I get it. And I'll be honest. Some of the things I have seen have turned me on. But how does a person turn off their conscience? I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that it's my duty to protect you. And I know that I should be furious whenever he takes advantage of you or makes you do something to humiliate you. But something inside of me reacts to those things in a way that I never imagined I would.

"I watched those DVD's last night and I hated what I saw him doing to you. I saw the fear in your eyes and I saw the pain when he hurt you. I wanted to kill him. But my cock got so hard it hurt. When I realized it my conscience went off like a siren. But even then my cock stayed hard.

"Brooke, I'm so confused. I want to do what's right. You know me. I always do what I know is right and I always know the right thing to do. I don't know how to handle this situation. I know that I shouldn't get a hard on when I see you getting raped. What is that kid turning me into?!"

I wanted to hold him so tight. Instead I leaned my forehead against his chest and said, "It's okay, Doug. Those first two or three days were horrible. And there will be much more to come. I'm sure of it. But as awful as it sounds, I'm adjusting. I've made up my mind that as horrible as this situation is, I'm still not so traumatized that I would prefer to be locked up.

"If you promise not to be upset by the things you see me doing, I promise not to mind when you get a hard on. I also promise to take care of it eagerly and as often as you wish.

"I hate to admit this. But there've been several times in the last few days that I've had orgasms. I know I'm not supposed to have orgasms when I'm being raped. But sometimes my mind shuts off and my body takes over and it just happens."

He chuckled and said, "I know. I saw some of them. And I was furious with myself because I wasn't jealous. How conflicted is that?!"

I squeezed his cock and said, "Let's try not to over think this. Come on. I want to suck your cock so hard that you turn inside out. I've learned a new trick you might enjoy."

We went straight up to bed. I peeled the bedspread and sheets back and decided that it was time to change the sheets no matter what Delon wanted. But first it was time to mess them up a little.

I helped Doug undress and we got into bed. Before I could get started he pulled me up beside him and we kissed. They were gentle, loving kisses at first. But our passion was lurking in the background and quickly pushed its way to the fore.

Once in a while I winced when something we did caused one of my piercings to be disturbed. But even that didn't dampen the pleasure I experienced when I felt myself basking in the love my husband felt for me despite everything I've done lately to make his life miserable.

Doug pushed me over onto my back after several minutes of kissing and tender, careful touching. He began kissing his way down my neck and over my chest, avoiding direct contact with the rings in my nipples.

He smiled up at me and said, "You've been giving a lot of people orgasms lately. How long since you've had one?"

My first thought was, "How much does he know?! Has he seen me?"

But I pushed that out of my mind and replied, "Not since that son of a bitch mutilated my body. And Jesus, Doug! I'm so fucking horny! I've taken part in so much sex and witnessed so much that it seems like my entire life is about sex now. Wait until you hear what he did to Helen today!"

I began to describe to him the things that Delon made Helen do today while he kissed and licked his way down my highly sensitized body. He carefully spread my legs apart and began to lick my pussy. I had an orgasm almost immediately and he never even touched my clit. That almost never happens to me!

When my orgasm passed I resumed my description of Helen's trials and tribulations in a breathless voice while Doug continued to tease my pussy with his wonderful tongue. He enjoyed hearing about Helen as much as I enjoyed watching it.

I came again and then once more before I pushed his head away from my tingling pussy and declared, "Your turn!"

As we switched places I said, "I imagine that I can talk Delon into giving me a copy of Helen's DVD without too much trouble. I was surprised when I saw her naked. I was probably influenced by how much I dislike her. But I thought she was a dried up old hag. She has real small tits. But she's so thin that they look pretty sexy. She's actually kind of hot for an older broad.

"And wait until you see Cindy! She's a real hottie. You'll like her DVDs, too. She's a hot little thing. I think you'd like her. I bet he'd let you fuck her. Want me to ask him?"

He didn't have to answer that. I saw the way his cock throbbed when I mentioned Cindy's name. I suspect that his conscience will come back into play. A week ago I would have been furious if I thought he was even daydreaming about sex with Cindy. But now I honestly don't mind if he fucks her. In fact, I think it would ease my conscience over the things that I've been doing if Delon will let Doug fuck Cindy. I made a mental note to ask him tomorrow morning.

I began sucking on my husband's hard cock. I took it into my throat on the very first stroke.

He exclaimed, "Oh my god! Jesus, Brooke!"

I kept it up for a minute or two before he asked, "Did you do this for him?!"

I knew what he was thinking. He was picturing Delon's much larger cock and wondering how I could have possibly taken it down my throat. He didn't know the half of it.

I didn't answer, though. I decided to wait and let him see the movies. While it was happening I was glad that Delon didn't make Cindy or Helen come with us to the shipping department and film what happened there. But now I wondered if Doug might not have gotten a kick out of watching, especially the time I spent with that cruel trucker.

Maybe Delon could get a copy of some of the videos and photographs the men took with their cell phones. Now that I think about it he probably already asked for them so that he could post them on that website.

I brought Doug to an explosive orgasm very quickly. I swallowed his cum and then I rested my head on his belly and held his cock in my mouth. I waited until his cock was soft before I asked without looking up at him, "What have you seen, Doug? I know you've seen some of things I've had to do at work. And I know you watched a couple of the DVDs."

He didn't answer immediately. But finally he said, "I saw the four of you in the office on Wednesday. I'm pretty sure I saw you eating pussy for the first time. I saw one of the janitors feeling you up in the middle of the aisle of the old building with half the people on the line watching. I assumed from the way he manhandled you that he and probably his three companions have gotten to know you pretty well. I watched you going around the floor today and handing everyone their paychecks. I saw the way everyone stared at you. I overheard two men talking about you and a pissed off trucker on the loading dock.

"But most of what I know about the things that you've been forced to do I learned from watching the DVDs. I only watched the two from Monday. I wanted to destroy them at first. But I couldn't stop watching them. And when I finished watching them I couldn't help myself. I watched them again!

"I felt so helpless. I couldn't protect you. And yet I couldn't help getting a hard on when I watched him raping you. The only thing that kept me from really hating myself was when I began to realize that towards the end of the day you were getting turned on. You may not have liked what he was making you do. And you were trying to hide it. But you were having orgasms or coming very damned close. I needed to see that. My conscience needed it."

As the scenes in that second DVD came to mind his cock started getting hard again. He moaned and said, "I'm sorry, Brooke. I hate myself for it. But that was the hottest movie I have ever seen."

I kissed his hard cock and said, "I told you. That's the reaction I want from you. Don't feel guilty."

To prove my point I took his cock back into my mouth and sucked him off again. This time I didn't take his cock into my throat. I gave him a long, slow, loving blowjob using my lips and my tongue and my hands and I made it last as long as I could. I felt the need to reward him for being perfect.

As I sucked Doug's cock I wondered which scene or scenes were turning him on so much. Was it the scene where Delon fucked my ass for the first time? Doug has never indicated that he had any interest in doing that. Would he like to?

Or was he just excited watching me get fucked by a big black cock? I wish I could read his mind. There are times when I almost can. But this isn't one of them.

I suddenly felt a cold shiver run through me when I realized that he still doesn't know about the game of urinal. He hasn't seen Delon and his five friends pissing in my mouth and making me swallow it. How would he react when he saw that?

We were both exhausted by the time we finished pleasing each other. We talked about going back downstairs and making supper but we weren't hungry. We were just about to drift off to sleep when I glanced at the clock on my nightstand and suddenly remembered that I had a show to put on in a little more than an hour. I sighed and sat up.

That woke Doug. He saw the look on my face and that reminded him of what I had to do at nine o'clock. We were both wide awake then so we went down and I made some egg salad sandwiches. I didn't bother to get dressed. It would have been a waste of time.

Once we started eating we discovered that we were hungry after all. We haven't been eating much this week. I ended up having to make a can of soup, too.

We sat and talked quietly until just before nine. I reminded him that Delon had given him a lot of DVDs. He looked into my eyes as if to be sure that I really wasn't upset that the movies excited him. I didn't know what was on all the DVDs Delon gave me. I only knew that each day was worse than the day before. The things they did to me were steadily becoming more perverted.

I think I would have felt better if I could preview them and delete any scenes that made me especially uncomfortable. But no matter what they contain I keep coming back to the primary truth. It's better for our future together that Doug is aroused by the things he sees me do.

I need that because if he couldn't take it any longer and decided to leave me that would truly be the end of my life. I adore my husband despite how badly I've treated him over the years. I couldn't survive without him.

I got up and said, "Doug, the first two DVDs you watched were the tamest by far. I have done some terrible things and almost all of them were recorded. You are going to see me do some really nasty things if you watch those DVDs, things you never even thought about when you think about sex I'm sure. I know I didn't. I want you to know that if you watch them, what I want more than I have ever wanted anything is that your dick gets hard and you get more turned on than you ever have before. If you don't we're going to be in trouble."

He looked conflicted and very unsure. But if watched those DVDs in order he was going to see me being gangbanged by Delon and his five friends tonight. He would see me doing some of the nastiest things he has ever imagined. I would prefer that he didn't see me the way he was going to see me on those DVDs. But it wasn't up to me. I can only hope that when we meet in the bedroom tonight he's wearing a grin and a hard on.

I went upstairs and woke up the computer. I turned on the cam and soon I was joined by Delon and a growing number of anonymous men. Well, not all of them were anonymous. I recognized the names of Delon's five friends.

A few of the other names were familiar from previous sessions but I didn't know who they were. I assumed that two of them were relatives of Delon's and one was the man who operated that awful website. But there were at least a dozen new names on the list tonight. They were all strangers to me. Some were probably school friends of Delon's. I tried to tell myself that I didn't know them and it didn't matter who they were. It didn't help much because in the back of my mind there was a lingering fear that they knew who I was.

I looked down the list at some of the strange names they gave themselves. Just as I got to the end of the list I saw Delon inviting someone else into the room. It was Cindy!

Delon introduced her to the men in the room as the blonde whose pictures he just posted. Cindy obviously didn't know about the website and wasn't aware of the pictures he was posting. He told her that he would show her tomorrow. She let it drop but I had a pretty good idea how she felt about it.

I was just about to ignore the chatting as usual and open up the next set of pictures when Delon informed me that I needed to start responding to the emails I was receiving from my fans.

I just nodded. But we were going to have to have a talk about that tomorrow. There were hundreds of them! There was no way I could answer all those emails.

I sat back in my chair and opened up the pictures where I left off last night. I shuddered when I saw the first one. It was a cute little blonde lying in a bathtub with men lined up to urinate on her. Unfortunately, I had very little trouble imagining myself in her situation.

I carefully avoided my pierced clit and teased my pussy with my fingers while I stared at each of the photo for a few minutes. It made me more uncomfortable that Cindy was watching me than it did that all those anonymous men were watching and discussing my body and the nasty things they wanted to do to me.

Poor Cindy wasn't just sitting in front of her computer staring at me. She was constantly bombarded with nasty questions and comments from the other men in the chat room. They were keeping her pretty well occupied.

I moved on to the next picture. It was tame by comparison. There was a woman on her knees, sucking on a big, black cock and masturbating two more. Judging by the ropes of cum across her face and tangled in her hair they were far from the first.

I've seen a few brunettes and a couple of redheads in the pictures. But the vast majority of the women victimized by these men are blonde. I wondered if I could have avoided all this abuse if I dyed my hair black. But realistically I knew the only way I could have escaped all this abuse was to be a male. And I'm not so sure that even that would have saved me.

There was a larger variety of pictures tonight. Most of them involved attractive young blondes being taken by varying numbers of black men. But in the first dozen there were also pictures of a woman being fucked by a Great Dane and another woman trying to work a small pony's cock into her pussy.

The shock at the content of those pictures has begun to wear off and I've been paying even more attention to their faces lately. I've been trying to decide if the women were genuinely distressed by the things they were forced to do or if they were acting that way to amuse their perverted audience.

I noticed that only one of the women in the first set seemed to be a willing participant. Most of the women had tears in their eyes. It made me wonder how many women were out there stuck in helpless, hopeless situations similar to mine because it was obvious that they weren't faking it. They were just as unhappy about the things they were doing as I was when Delon was raping and degrading me. There was just no way that those women were willing participants.

I was beginning to recognize some of the women from previous pictures. But there were thousands of pictures on my computer now. There must be hundreds of women being abused just like I am ... or worse.

I finished going through the first dozen pictures of the evening and opened the next story on the list. It was disgusting almost from the first paragraph. It was about a young, white, high school girl who more or less willingly submits to a black classmate. She let herself be dominated just like Cindy and Helen did. Eventually her best friend and then even her mother get sucked into the story.

I know it's only fiction, the imaginings of some sick, sexually immature, twisted, depraved individual who is obviously in dire need of psychiatric help. But it's still disgusting.

And yet, as I read some of the descriptions of the despicable things they made those women do I thought about some of the things I've been forced to do. I was shocked when I realized that some of this stuff was starting to get to me!

I wanted to scream when I became aware of it. I remembered watching Delon take control of both Cindy and the uptight Helen this week. I had been unable to believe how easy it was to get them to submit. Especially Cindy!

I watched Delon assert his power over them so easily and I felt so superior to them because I wasn't like that. I did the things I had to do because I was being blackmailed. But I hate the things they do to me and I don't get turned on. Well, I hardly ever get turned on. Hardly ever, but more and more often as time goes by.

Was Delon finally breaking me, too?!

I read for nearly an hour and I played with my pussy, trying to keep Delon and the others from discovering what my true reactions were to the smut I was reading. But I couldn't hide it from myself. The truth is, by the time Delon told me that I could finish the story later and that it was time to look at the second set of pictures of the evening my pussy was sopping wet and my skin was tingling. I was suddenly grateful for the ring in my clit that made it impossible for me to masturbate the way I normally do. I couldn't stand for these perverts to see me have an orgasm while reading this trash.

I minimized the story and opened the next picture. I almost groaned out loud when I saw it. It was a picture of a woman on her back with a Rottweiler that looked very much like Delon's dog between her legs. The dog was lapping her pussy with his huge tongue.

The poor woman looked like she was in shock. There were tears welling up in her eyes. She seemed to be staring off into space with a strange look on her face that made me think she was having trouble hanging onto her sanity. Her hands were curled into fists at her sides. You could almost hear her pleading for it to end.

Unfortunately, that was the first in a series of six photographs. In the next picture she was shown returning the favor, sucking on the creature's incredibly large cock. She looked like she starting to lose her grip in that one. She was about to go out of her mind. And I don't mean out of her mind with lust.

There were two pictures of her sucking the dog's cock. Then there were two pictures of the dog fucking her. The last picture showed her sucking the dog's cock again. I assumed that she was cleaning it for him.

Because the dog in those pictures was nearly identical to Delon's dog, and because the woman was very similar to me in appearance, those pictures really took my breath away. And I don't mean in a good way!

I was shivering by the time that series of pictures ended. The unwanted feelings of arousal I got from reading the story were gone now. Those pictures had been like a window into my very near future and I fucking knew it!

The next two pictures were like an intermission. I got to calm down and stare at a woman being fucked by two men. She was strapped down to a bench and obviously not very happy with what they were doing to her. But it was still easier to look at than the previous six pictures.

The next two pictures were of two women masturbating a horse onto a third woman. The last two pictures were apparently taken at a strip club somewhere. A young girl was dancing on a stage in the nude. She was obviously too young to be in a club like that. All of the customers were black. She was the only white person in the picture. She looked terrified. I got the distinct impression that she was going to be made to do more than just dance at that club.

And then it was over. I closed my picture viewer. I was forced to talk about my impression of some of those nasty pictures with the men in the chat room for a few minutes. I told them just exactly what I thought of the pictures and that seemed to amuse them.

Delon reminded me that I had to report to his house with my two new bikinis in the morning and I was finally allowed to shut down the chat room and turn off the camera. What I did next disturbed me nearly as much as the photographs. I opened up the story I was reading and finished it!

It was after midnight when I finally put the computer to sleep and stood up. I was shocked and more than a little upset with myself. It really bothered me that I enjoyed that story and got so turned on reading it that I had to go back and finish it before going to bed.

I spent a few minutes calming down. Then I quietly went across the hall to the bedroom.

That's when I got my next surprise. I expected Doug to be in bed either waiting for me with a hard on or sound asleep. He wasn't there! I started to go see if he was in the guest room but then I remembered the sheets. I quickly remade the bed. Then I went to check the guest room.

No Doug!

I had a sudden vision of him sitting in front of the television watching one of those DVDs and feeling too disgusted to be in the same room with me. I debated my next move for several uncomfortable moments. Should I go down and see what he was doing and how he was reacting? If I go downstairs should I put my robe on or a pair of shorts and a t-shirt? I wasn't this nervous on my honeymoon!

I finally decided that it was no time to play mind games. I headed for the top of the stairs, naked.

Doug was sitting on the couch when I entered the living room. He looked up when I entered. He looked incredibly embarrassed. He looked like a little boy who had just been caught masturbating by his mother!

I almost laughed when I saw how embarrassed he was. He was watching the end of the gangbang from Tuesday night. His pants were on the floor at his feet and his cock was standing straight up in the air.

He put his hands over his hard cock at first. Then he scrambled for the remote control. I finally did laugh and said, "Doug! Stop it! It's okay!"

He stopped the DVD and looked up at me. I saw the conflicting emotions and I was actually relieved. It could have been a lot worse.

I crossed the room and dropped to my knees. I had to struggle with him to remove his hand from his cock. I leaned down and kissed it several times before I smiled up at him and said, "I told you, baby! This is what I need to see when you watch those DVDs."

I wrested the remote from his hand and pushed play. I smiled up at him and said, "I love you."

Then I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking it lovingly.

He gasped and shivered and came in only a couple of minutes. I held his cock in my mouth and swallowed. Then I waited a minute because I was going to do it again right away.

While I was waiting for him to calm down before act two he caressed my hair and my back in silence for a moment before he said, "I didn't know about the piss. I didn't know about the dog he has in his back yard."

I tensed up, waiting to hear what he said next.

But he didn't speak. I finally had to sit up and look at him. I saw the guilt on his face. We looked into each other's eyes, trying to read each other like never before.

He finally said, "I'm sorry. It was disgusting. I hate it that he did that to you. But even when he and his idiot friends were doing that to you I had a hard on. I don't understand it. I'm not like that ... like them. I'm not! You know I'm not! So why ... how could I watch that and have an erection?!"

"Doug, I don't care about why. When I came down those stairs a few minutes ago I was terrified that you were going to be so disgusted that you couldn't stand to be in the same room with me. I was so thankful when I saw you sitting here with a hard on that I almost cried with relief."

Then I chuckled and added, "Until I saw how embarrassed you were. Then I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

"Sweetheart, I'm only going to say this one more time. I don't want you to react any other way."

I squeezed his hard cock and said, "This is the only way our marriage is going to survive that bastard. You have to react this way or you won't be able stand me after you see the things he makes me do. Look at me. Look into my eyes. I'm dead serious. I need you to be as big a pervert as that asshole is or you won't be able to live with me when this is over.

"If you saw the pictures he collects, the things that turn him on ... Doug, please believe me, I want this from you. I want you to have a hard on every time you look at me. And after I take care of that hard on I want you to hold me in your arms and tell me how much you love me. If you can do those two things we have a chance."

It wasn't going to be easy. My perfect husband has one hell of a conscience. But I was holding a very hard cock in my hand. So maybe we do have a chance.

He looked at me with obvious love in his eyes and said, "I'll try. I do love you. My problem is not with you. It's with me. It bothers me more than I can say that watching these things turns me on. I know you're right. But how do I turn off my conscience?"

Before I could help him struggle with that question he asked, "How could you make yourself do that? Drink their..."

He shuddered violently at the thought. He couldn't even say it.

I sighed and said, "Terror is a hell of a motivator. It was awful. But I'm not sure if I'm more disturbed that he makes me do it or if it bothers me more that I'm getting better at it. If you keep watching these DVDs you're going to see it again. And I'm embarrassed to admit that I have gotten much better at it. It isn't easy. But the last time I did it I didn't even get sick."

He shuddered again as he thought about me drinking piss. I bent back down and kissed his cock. It was still hard. I licked the head and was just about to put it back in my mouth when he whispered, "What about the dog? Have you done that yet?"

I sighed and sat back up. It was harder to look him in the eye now. I shook my head. I shuddered this time. I guess it was my turn. I said, "He has a lot of pictures of it, though. I've seen a lot of women doing it in the pictures he put on our computer. So I know it isn't just an idle threat. He's going to make me do it."

There was a long silence. I thought about the way I reacted to the things I saw and read tonight and blushed. Finally I said, "Doug. I'm changing. He's changing me. A lot of those things he's exposing me to disturb me. But already some of the things that were disturbing are starting to have an effect on me.

"It's hard to explain. I don't want to do those things. But I think that I'm more like Cindy and Helen than I first thought. I think that he has found a submissive streak in me that I didn't know existed. I've started to become aroused by some things that would have had me dialing 911 a week ago.

"I don't know, maybe it's just my mind trying to survive any way it can. But I'm beginning to react to being forced to do things, nasty things. I just finished looking at pictures and reading a story about things that turn my stomach. But when it was over I came looking for you and I wanted to find you with your cock sticking up in the air and throbbing. Doug, I was turned on! I feel just as conflicted about that as you do about getting turned on watching me. I can't explain it. I don't think I want to understand. I just know that if this helps me survive then it must be for the best. Does that make sense to you?"

He leaned down and kissed me. He shrugged and said, "Maybe the advice you gave me is right. Let's not over think this. I don't know any more about psychology than you do. I know that I love you and that I want us to get past this. I'll deal with my conscience if you can somehow deal with your conflicts. As long as we continue to talk honestly about this I think we might just make it."

I saw that something on television was distracting Doug. He had been watching the second disk from the gangbang Tuesday night. The second disk started up after the end of the first round of rapes, just before Delon took me into the bathroom and pissed in my mouth for the first time. Thankfully it was past that point now.

I would have preferred that Doug have something else to watch but I was glad it was past that first bathroom scene that had been so traumatic for me. Of course there was more of it. They took turns taking me back to the bathroom throughout the evening and each time it seemed like I ended up being forced to swallow more of their piss. I was revolted by what I did that night, and especially what I did in this scene. Yet I found myself staring in fascination at the sex scenes on our large High Definition television. There I was again, almost as big as life. I already had a big black cock in my mouth and another in my much abused pussy.

I adjusted my position so that I could continue to watch while I rested my face in Doug's lap and started sucking on his cock again.

Doug sighed as my warm, wet mouth enveloped his hard cock and surrounded it with those sensations that he enjoys so much. His hand caressed my hair and my back and together we watched what was probably one of the more erotic scenes from that DVD.

It was not the first time tonight that I wished my clit wasn't pierced. I really, really would have liked to watch this scene with Doug's hard cock slamming into me! It bothered me to admit it to myself. It was another sign of how much I was changing because of Delon and the nasty things to which he was exposing me. But there was no denying that I was watching two boys fucking me after taking turns a few minutes earlier pissing in my mouth and now my pussy was crying out for attention.

Somehow Doug must have realized what I was feeling. He lifted my head and moved down to the end of the couch so that I could get up and stretch out on the couch beside him. I took his cock back into my mouth and sucked on it while he reached down between my legs and carefully worked two fingers inside of me.

I moaned loudly when I felt his fingers enter me. He paused and asked, "Am I hurting you?!"

I shook my head as violently as I could without removing his cock from my mouth. We stayed like that, watching more than an hour of that movie while I sucked his cock and he played with my sopping wet pussy. He came again and I came twice. But we remained there like that with his semi-erect cock in my mouth and his fingers resting in my pussy and we continued to watch the DVD to the end.

I was more than a little confused by my orgasms. I was watching while six young black men made me do the most outrageous things. Doug's fingers felt wonderful but I almost never achieve an orgasm without my clit being directly stimulated. I began to wonder if I wasn't going to become very fond of that ring in my clit once the piercing healed. Could that be what was making the difference?

We finally decided to call it a night at almost one o'clock in the morning. We started up the stairs walking hand in hand. When we got to our bedroom door Doug asked, "Before we go to bed would you show me some of those pictures? I'm curious."

I didn't expect that. I discovered that I was as reluctant to show him those nasty pictures as I was to have him watch my DVDs. I thought of the tortured faces of those poor women and I thought it would be better if Doug didn't have those perverse images in his mind to worry about.

I know he worries about me more than is healthy as it is. I couldn't help thinking that it would be better for his peace of mind if he had a sanitized image of what I was going through in his mind. I don't want him picturing me suffering the way those women obviously were when those pictures were taken.

But I couldn't think of a way to explain that to him that wouldn't make things worse. Instead of trying to dissuade him I took a different tack. I said, "Those pictures can be disturbing. Most of the women in them are unhappy about what they're being made to do, to put it mildly. I need you to keep in mind that I'm adjusting better than they did. And now I'm not alone. I have your support and I'm sharing what I go through with Cindy and now Helen.

"I'll show you the pictures. But I want you to keep in mind that even though I may not enjoy doing those things, well, not all of them, I think I'm in a better position to deal with my own personal pervert. I have a motivator that I'm almost certain those women didn't have. Every time things get really hard for me I remind myself that I have this coming. I deserve to be punished."

Doug started to respond but I knew what he was going to say. I put my fingertips over his lips and said, "No, Doug. I know how much it irritates you when I say that. But let's be totally honest. I've been a horrible person and a worthless wife. I've hurt people, including you, and put a lot of people in jeopardy, including every man and woman who works for you.

"I do deserve to be punished. What I'm going through may be cruel and unusual punishment. But maybe that's what it's going to take. Nothing the state did to punish me kept me from fucking up big time last Saturday.

"I'm changing in another way, Doug. Not just the way we talked about. I'm becoming a better wife. I'm sorry it took something like this to make me see how terrible I've been. I've been a selfish, self-centered bitch and we both know it. But you must have noticed the change. I don't just suck your cock because I feel like I have to. I do it because I love pleasing you that way. I actually enjoy doing it now. You have to admit that's an improvement.

"And I love the look on your face when you see me in those slutty outfits. I'll never say no again when you try to get me to buy a sexy dress. And you have to know how much I'm looking forward to fucking you now. I want your cock in me so bad right now I can hardly stand it.

"I regret the headstrong, self centered, selfish bitch I have been nearly as much as I regret what I did Saturday night.

"It took Delon to bring about this change in me. I'm a better person for the terrible things he has made me do. And I don't care what you say; I do deserve to be punished for what I've done and for the kind of person I've been."

I said those things and up to a point I believed them. I wasn't as confident as I hoped I sounded, though. I remained terrified of Delon and the things he has planned for me in the future. And there was a point at which I knew the punishment would become disproportionate. That point was Delon's dog.

Doug looked at me skeptically but he didn't argue. He changed his mind about the pictures, though. Instead we went to bed, in our own bed on clean sheets.

We cuddled up together and lay in the dark for a long time. I imagine that Doug was thinking about those DVDs he watched tonight as he fell asleep. I was more concerned with what humiliations await me at Delon's house tomorrow. I didn't expect another gangbang. Not yet. Not until a little more time passes and my piercings heal.

But I know that whatever Delon has in mind for me will be degrading. That's what turns him on. I tried to take comfort from the fact that at least it wouldn't be the constant public humiliation that I was being forced to endure at work.

I had a troubled mind but I was exhausted and eventually I managed to drift off to sleep. I awoke earlier than I normally do on a Saturday morning to find myself alone in bed. I didn't hear Doug in the bathroom so I assumed he was downstairs making coffee.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face and hands and then stood looking at my robe. I had to think about it for a minute. I finally decided that it would be better for my still tender nipples if I remained naked. At least I think that's why I remained naked.

I started down the hall to the stairs when I noticed the light was on in the computer room. I went there instead. Doug was looking at the nasty pictures that Delon placed on my computer that first day.

He looked up when he sensed me standing in the doorway. He asked, "How far have you gotten?"

I went into the room and stood beside his chair. He put his arm around my waist and together we looked at a photograph of two women in a sixty-nine. They were surrounded by a large number of black teenagers who were masturbating. The women were already drenched in cum and it was obviously about to rain again.

It was disgusting. But by the standards I was becoming used to it was pretty mild.

I pointed to the note on the desk where I wrote down the number of the next picture I was to open and the names of the stories I've read.

I sighed and asked, "Did you start at the beginning?"

He nodded. Then he said, "Some of these pictures are illegal. There was no way that some of those girls were eighteen."

I agreed.

After another long silence he said, "Those women ... almost all of them were doing those things against their will. They were being raped. Raped by men, raped by animals, even raped by the camera. These are the things that turn that boy on? Suddenly I'm nervous about having him loose on the streets of this town."

I hadn't thought of it that way. But I didn't think he was dangerous. Well, by that I mean that I don't think he would actually rape someone. He takes advantage of weaknesses. But if Cindy or Helen had said no to him I'm reasonably certain that he would have let it go at that. I was pretty sure that he wouldn't take a woman, or a girl, off the street and rape her.

My case was slightly different. He was blackmailing me. But I still had a choice. I could say no to Delon and take my chances in the courts.

I told Doug what I thought but he didn't look convinced. He had the pictures on slideshow. While we talked the picture changed every thirty seconds or so. Some of them were downright disgusting. But more than a few of them were kind of exciting. Or at least they were exciting by the new, broader standards that Delon was forcing upon us.

I noticed that Doug thought so, too. His cock was hard and tenting the thin running shorts he put on when he got up this morning.

I smiled and dropped to my knees beside his chair. He watched me pull the loose leg of his shorts up and release his hard cock from its confinement. I moistened my lips and slowly leaned down until my lips were pressing against the head of his cock. I pressed my lips together tightly and slid them slowly down over his cock, imitating as closely as possible the sensations he would experience when he slid his cock into my pussy.

He moaned loudly and then exclaimed, "Jesus, Brooke! I hate that son of a bitch and I'm sorry that he has so much power over you. But I'd be lying if I tried to tell you I didn't appreciate some of the changes in you this week."

I laughed around his cock and hummed a garbled agreement. I have discovered that I, too, appreciate some of the changes in me. I'm thrilled that I've become a good cocksucker. I wouldn't admit it to Doug, but I'm not all that upset that every cock I suck isn't my husband's. I know that's a terrible thing to admit, even to myself. But there have been times in the last day or two that I kind of enjoyed some of the changes I'm going through.

That doesn't mean that I'm looking forward to the things that Delon has planned for me. I would be perfectly happy if it all stopped right this moment. I realized something else as I had that thought. Even if Delon called me this very moment and set me free, I would still continue reading those stories. Not all of them. But some of them have had an effect on me that I never expected.

I don't know about the pictures. They are obviously having an effect on Doug, even if they are disturbing. I think I could live the rest of my life without seeing another one. On the other hand, I find myself strangely curious about the DVDs that Delon has made starring me. I'm even interested in seeing the movies that feature Cindy and Helen.

I treated Doug to another one of my new and improved blowjobs. After he filled my mouth with semen I sat up and said, "That takes care of my breakfast. What would you like?"

He smiled and said, "Let's have bacon and eggs for a change. You'll probably need your strength today. A good breakfast couldn't hurt."

He put the computer to sleep and we went downstairs. He made coffee while I started breakfast. While the coffeemaker was making all those rude noises that meant it was chugging out coffee he set the table. When he finished he leaned against the wall behind me and said, "I really love the way you dress around the house now. I've always thought nude was a good look for you."

I smiled and resolved to dress this way around the house a lot more often. Anything I can do to please Doug from now on and for the rest of my life I shall do. The pity is that I didn't make that same resolution eight years ago. We'd be a lot happier now.

Doug went out to get the paper and we sat down to breakfast. While he looked at the national section I went through the local news. They were still reporting on the hit and run accident last week. But it was just a couple of paragraphs reporting on the condition of the woman I hit and the frustration of the police because there were no new leads in the case.

It wasn't much but it was enough to depress me. I put the paper down and asked, "Doug, aside from turning myself in, do you suppose that there is anything I could do for that woman? I feel so bad for her."

As soon as I said that I realized that for the first time since that night I felt sorrier for her than I do for myself. I was almost excited about it. It was at least a step in the right direction for me. Maybe with a little more work I could turn into a decent person after all!

Doug put his paper down and looked at me curiously. I think that he must have noticed the change in my attitude. It never occurred to me that he was well aware of how selfish and self centered I've been. That may be because I wasn't really aware of it.

For just a moment I wondered how he could ever have fallen in love with me. But then I realized that he probably never saw the ugly side of me until after we married.

Suddenly the tears were pouring down my cheeks. I covered my face and said, "Oh god, Doug! I'm so sorry. I do deserve this! I've been such a bitch and I didn't even know it. How could you stand me? You really are a saint."

He pulled my hands away from my face and wiped my eyes with a napkin. I looked up to see him smiling at me. He squeezed my hands and said, "I never thought you were perfect. But I do love you. I have from the start. There were things that I would have changed about you, just as I'm sure there are things you'd change about me. But people aren't perfect. We deal with those imperfections and move on."

I shook my head and smiled wistfully. I said, "I didn't. I didn't deal with your imperfections. You don't have any. You are the perfect man, the perfect husband. I knew it even when I was being a bitch. I'm sorry I wasn't better for you. But I promise that I'm going to be. If we can get through this I give you my word that I will be the wife you deserve."

"I'm not perfect, Brooke. I'm not going to ask you not to work on some of the things that have been a problem. But I'm already pretty impressed. I don't recommend the method of therapy it has taken to bring about the changes in you. I wouldn't wish Delon on anyone. But I'm pretty damned impressed that you are adapting the way you have. I can't tell you how excited I am that you asked me what you just did.

"I'll see what I can come up with. There are probably a lot of things that the poor woman could use help with. The trick will be providing her that assistance without revealing your identity or your motives.

"Let me think about it for a while and see if I can figure something out."

Despite the cloud of fear I had hanging over me due to the certain knowledge that at ten o'clock this morning I would be humiliated and probably raped again in one manner or another I felt better than I've felt in a long time. I felt good that I might be able to do something to help the woman I struck with my car last week. But the thing that really excited me was that look on Doug's face a moment ago. That and the words he just said. He's impressed. I never would have guessed how much it would mean to me to hear him say that!

We went back to reading the paper and drinking coffee. Or at least he did. I spent most of the next hour trying not to let him catch me staring at him and falling deeply in love with him all over again. I don't mean the love that a happily married couple that have been together for eight years share. I'm talking about that burning, "I can't wait to go on my honeymoon" love, so full of heat and passion.

I finished my coffee and stood up. I cleaned off the table and cleaned up the kitchen. I found that as I worked I had to reach out and touch Doug every time I got close enough. I couldn't keep my hands off of him.

He kept insisting that he'd clean up after I left the house. But I needed something to do. I didn't want to just sit around worrying about what was going to happen to me today.

When the kitchen was spotless I still had almost an hour before it was time to start getting ready. I went over to the living room window and looked across at Delon's house. There was nothing to look at. The house was dark. No one was arriving or leaving. Delon's father left for work over an hour ago. The only vehicle in the driveway was Delon's old pickup truck. I didn't see anything over there that was threatening.

I couldn't just stand here doing nothing. I decided to go upstairs and select something to wear. Delon didn't tell me what he wanted me to wear today. He only ordered me to bring the two obscene little bikinis he and his friends gave me. I'm pretty sure they don't have a pool in their backyard and there aren't any bodies of water in the area. I suppose it's possible that one of his friends might have a pool.

When I got to my bedroom door I detoured suddenly and went to the computer room. I woke up the computer and opened the next dirty story I was supposed to read. I sat back and began teasing my pussy while I read a chapter of the story. I wanted to see if it would make me even more nervous about what was in store for me today or if it would turn me on and make me a bit less nervous.

I felt myself becoming mildly aroused as I read. And I guess that's a good thing in light of the kind of day I'm likely to have. But I don't think it had any effect on how nervous I was feeling.

I finally made note of where I left off and shut it all down. I went to my room and started getting ready. I remembered on my way back to my room that I was supposed to start answering those nasty emails. I still had a little time but I didn't know what I was going to say to those people. How do you respond to perverts who tell you how much they are looking forward to seeing you getting raped by animals and how badly they want to fuck your face or your ass?

Since I still had plenty of time I selected a slutty outfit in hopes of pleasing Delon. I dug out the two little bikinis. Then I started getting ready. I used a depilatory on my legs and my armpits. I trimmed the narrow strip of pubic hair over my pussy. I was just about finished trimming my pubic hair when I remembered that those bikini bottoms didn't cover it. I was forced to remove the hair completely. It wasn't much of a sacrifice. I already shave most of it off.

I took a long shower. After I dried off I used lots of lotion on my skin to give it a nice fragrance and a slight sheen. I noticed when I was putting the antiseptic cream on my piercings that although they were still tender and I wouldn't want them being played around with the pain was nearly gone. I was surprised at how quickly those frightful wounds were healing.

I don't normally wear makeup. But I put a little on in the hopes of impressing my tormentor. Finally there was nothing left to do but put on the slutty dress I selected in hopes of pleasing a teenage boy who is jaded beyond belief.

I put on the dress and my highest heels and looked at myself in my mirror. I prayed that Delon didn't plan on taking me out in public today. There was no way I could go out like this and not cause a stir.

I selected the backless dress with the sheer top and the oversized openings for my arms. It was supposed to come with a jacket but they decided I wouldn't need the jacket. I don't know what Delon has planned for me. But I hope this dress will please him. It should. I was as good as topless.

I hated dressing like this to please him. Not just because it was humiliating. But because when I dressed like this to please him it was another sign of my surrender.

I had to, though. It's always in my best interest to please that perverted little son of a bitch. I can't think of a single instance where it has done me any good. I just know that he can make things so much worse for me if the spirit moves him.

I stood at the top of the stairs for a long moment. I was hesitant to let Doug see me this way. I didn't doubt that he would think I look hot. I do. But seeing me dressed this way was a reminder that someone else was in control of my body. Some other man, or men, would be fucking his wife today. Or at least they would be getting blowjobs. That wasn't something a woman wants her husband to have to think about.

I rushed back to my bedroom. I forgot the bikinis! I grabbed them off the bed. There was so little fabric that both of them fit neatly in one hand. Finally I had messed around long enough that it was time to go.

I went downstairs and told Doug that I loved him and that I was sorry. I promised to return as soon as I possibly could.

He looked me over and smiled. He said, "I know how you feel about having to go out dressed like that. But Christ you look hot!"

He carefully leaned over to avoid irritating my piercings. He kissed me and said, "I love you, Brooke. And no matter what happens I'm still going to love you when you come home. That is the one thing that you don't have to worry about."

I returned his gentle, loving kiss and thanked him. I said goodbye and headed for the door. I paused with my hand on the doorknob and shivered in fear. I knew this was going to be an awful day. Every day with Delon was an awful day. I took a deep breath that didn't calm me at all, opened the door and stepped out.

Chapter 12

I stood on my front porch and looked across the street. All of the homes on this narrow residential street have small front lawns. It isn't very far from my front porch to Delon's house. I could see what was waiting for me across the street. Delon, Jarek, Cory and Darnell were sitting in lawn chairs just inside the garage. Cindy was in Darnell's lap. Even from my front porch I could see that his hand was up under her skirt and one of her tits was exposed.

When I stepped outside he let her up. She already had that fucking movie camera in her hand! She began filming me as soon as Darnell let her up.

I took a deep breath and tried one last time to calm down. I didn't expect to walk across the street and face those boys and whatever they planned for me and be totally calm. But I was so nervous I was nearly hyperventilating. My heart was beating so loud I wouldn't be able to hear what they were telling me to do when I got there! I was afraid that if I didn't calm down a little I was going to faint.

I looked around and saw that I wasn't the only one who noticed what Darnell was doing with Cindy. Many of my neighbors were already out working in their yards, doing yard work or washing their cars.

A few of them noticed Darnell and the things he was doing to Cindy and they were standing around watching. They continued to watch curiously when Cindy got to her feet and filmed me walking across the street to join them.

I noticed that they were watching me now. But I avoided looking at them. I concentrated on Delon and his friends and Cindy and hoped that none of my neighbors noticed how revealing this dress was.

I smiled weakly at Cindy and then tried to ignore her and the camera. I came to a stop in front of Delon. He looked me over and obviously approved of what I was wearing. He and his friends did, after all, buy it for me.

He glanced at the handful of string I was carrying and said, "Pick one."

That was a no brainer! One of the tiny bikinis consisted of three pieces of sheer fabric that only just covered but did not conceal my nipples and my slit. The other was a slightly more substantial crocheted suit. The lining has been removed but even without the lining it still covers more than the one he calls a Wicked Weasel.

I separated the two suits and held up the almost flesh colored, crocheted suit. Delon smiled in amusement and said, "See, Cindy? I told you she'd let you wear that one."

The prick!

He took the crocheted suit from my hand and held it out for Cindy. Darnell took the camera from her and turned it on us. Delon ordered us to step into the garage and change into the suits.

I glanced around, hoping against hope that my neighbors had lost interest and were going about their business. I should have known better. It looked like half a dozen people up and down the street were watching us curiously, including my next door neighbor and the man that lived one house up from him who happened to be close friends with Doug and me.

Cindy and I looked at each other. We were both blushing furiously. We entered the garage and walked towards the back wall trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. But out of the corner of my eye I could see that Mr. Paget, my next door neighbor, was still watching us from the curb in front of my house. From his vantage point he could see right into the garage.

He was watching as Darnell recorded Cindy and me removing our clothing and as quickly as possible covering what little of our bodies we were able to with those little scraps of cloth.

Mr. Paget got his Christmas present early this year! He was only standing fifty or sixty feet away. I knew that he was going to ask me about this later. Something as shocking as what he just saw couldn't go unexplained. I didn't know what I was going to tell him.

Once we had our bikinis on and adjusted we walked back out to the driveway so that Delon could inspect us. I had forgotten how starkly white Cindy's skin was. She almost glowed.

It wasn't until that moment that I thought about the white areas of my skin that were always covered by my more modest bikini when I was out in the sun. The tiny triangles of sheer material over my nipples were outlined by larger, stark white triangles of flesh that have never seen the sun. And even more embarrassing, my totally exposed ass was just as white as Cindy's skin. It would stand out even more and draw attention because of the contrast with my tan.

Delon grinned and nodded his approval. He looked up and down the street and said, "It's a beautiful morning for a car wash. I want you two to wash my truck. When you're done you can wash Jarek's car. But there's no hurry. I want you to take your time."

Cindy sounded like she was about to cry when she said, "I can't be out in the sun like this, Delon. I have to wear sun block. I'll get burned to a crisp in half an hour!"

He asked her if she brought any with her and she nodded. He turned to Mr. Paget and called out, "Mr. Paget! Would you mind helping me out with something?"

Cindy moaned, "Oh god!"

But she didn't beg. She didn't move. She stood with her head down submissively and waited.

It was pretty amazing when you consider that there was nothing keeping her here and making her submit to Delon but her desire to do so. She was getting off on being humiliated. She did her best to hide it. But what else could be keeping her here? She could get in her car and go home any time she wanted.

I watched my neighbor. He managed to take his eyes off of us long enough to glance around. I noticed his wife's car was gone so he wasn't worried about her. He was probably hoping that some of his friends on the street were watching so he could make them jealous.

He came across the street with an amusing confusion of expressions on his face. He tried not to stare at me and Cindy, especially at me. He was only partially successful. He came up the driveway glancing at Delon now and then but losing the battle and staring mostly at our nearly naked bodies.

When he reached us Delon said, "We need your help with something if you don't mind. The girls are going to be working outside today. They're going to wash a couple of cars. They need to have all that exposed skin covered with suntan lotion. Would you mind helping us out with that? I'd ask one of my friends to help but being black we don't know much about suntans."

He looked at Delon to see if the kid was pulling his leg.

Delon just smiled innocently. Mr. Paget started to respond but then had to clear his throat a couple of times before he said, "I certainly like to help out a neighbor when I can."

Mr. Paget is in his mid fifties. His wife is nice but she's even more uptight than I was a week ago. If she catches him rubbing oil on two nearly naked females she's going to kill him and we all knew it. But he was obviously willing to take that chance.

Delon told Cindy to get out her lotion. She reached down beside Darnell's chair and picked up her purse. She brought out a bottle of sun block and said, "This is what I use."

For the next fifteen or twenty minutes we stood there in the driveway while Mr. Paget slathered sun block on our bodies and thoroughly rubbed it in. He did Cindy first. I noticed that he had a hard on before he even started. I couldn't blame him. Cindy and I were standing there as good as naked.

I watched him oiling her up. Long before he finished her nipples became erect and poked out through the holes in her little crocheted top. But she stood there staring off into space and let him slide his oily hands over nearly every inch of her body.

I noticed more of my neighbors slowly drawing closer for a better look at something I'm sure they never thought they'd see. I remembered thinking before I left the house this morning that at least the humiliation I'd suffer today wouldn't be as public as it was when Delon was humiliating me at work. I should have known better.

Mr. Paget finished coating Cindy with oil and turned to provide that same service to me. For the first time he noticed my new rings and he came to a sudden stop. He stared at my nipples for a moment and then asked, "Did you always have those?!"

I sighed and replied, "Yes, Mr. Paget. I was born with those."

He blushed, realizing how foolish his question was.

I let him suffer for a minute before I said, "No. I had them pierced a couple of days ago."

Delon was obviously displeased. He said, "That's five, Brooke. I don't want to hear you being rude to my neighbors again."

Then he grinned and said, "I have a good idea how you can make it up to him."

Mr. Paget was only half listening. He had begun to cover me in suntan lotion as that exchange took place. He was staring at my nipples when he said, "Oh that's alright. I'm sure she was just joking."

Delon was looking me right in the eyes when he said, "She should show you more respect. I think she would be more than happy to give you a nice blowjob to make it up to you."

That got his attention! His eyes shot open and he looked at my eyes instead of my tits for a moment. I smiled wearily and asked, "Would you accept a blowjob as an apology for my rudeness, Mr. Paget?"

I knew I'd never live it down. But I was still mindful of the dog in the backyard. I would much rather suck off Mr. Paget than Shaft.

Mr. Paget looked back and forth between me and Delon for a few seconds, trying to decide once more if someone was putting him on. He finally replied, "There's no way I'm not dreaming this. But since it's a dream I'm going to go with it. I'd love a blowjob!"

I stood still while he finished oiling up the exposed portions of my body. That was pretty much everywhere. At first he was very tentative around areas like my exposed ass and the large portions of my tits that weren't covered by the bikini. But once he realized that I was going to suck his cock he quickly lost his shyness. When he finished coating my exposed flesh with oil he handed the sun block to Cindy and asked, "Now?"

I glanced at Delon. He said, "Take her into the kitchen. We don't want anyone getting arrested."

I glanced back across the street and saw Doug standing in our living room window watching. I looked around and saw several of the men who lived nearby standing close enough that there was a good chance they had just overheard the conversation in which Delon ordered me to suck Mr. Paget's cock.

I was ruined. I was ruined at work and now I was ruined on the quiet, middleclass suburban street where I have lived for most of the last eight years.

But I wasn't in prison.

I took Mr. Paget by the hand and led him into the garage.

As we walked around Delon's chair he said, "Make sure she takes that bikini off when she's sucking your cock. A woman should always be naked when she's sucking a cock."

I led my neighbor through the garage and into the kitchen. He stood as if in a trance and watched me remove the bikini.

It should have been no big deal. So many men have seen me naked this week. And this suit hid nothing. But it was a big deal. He's my neighbor. He has been a friend and something of a father figure to me since Doug and I bought the house next door to him. This felt nearly like incest. It was as if I was undressing and preparing to suck my father's cock!

At least that was what it was like for me. He didn't seem to have the same unpleasant reaction to what we were doing, or were about to do.

He was in awe as he stood in front of me and watched me remove the bikini. He stared at the three rings for a moment and asked, "Do they hurt?"

I nodded. I was afraid that if I tried to speak I'd start to cry. That would probably bother Mr. Paget. If he got upset and changed his mind it would piss off Delon. I didn't want that.

Mr. Paget reached out and caressed my left tit. I was nervous but he was careful to avoid my nipple and the ring through it. He shocked me when with a voice tinged with awe he quietly said, "I have dreamed about this since the first day I saw you."

I couldn't believe it! I had no idea he thought of me that way! He has truly been like a father to me!

But I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised. He's a man. Even dear, sweet Doug is now getting turned on by things that neither one of us ever have imagined would have that effect on him.

Men are different. I know that. I've always known that. I suppose I was just being naïve when I expected Mr. Paget to be different.

I waited with my eyes averted while he explored my body. When he dropped his hand to his side I assumed it was time. I slowly dropped to my knees in front of him. I pulled his shorts and his underwear down and leaned forward to take his already very hard cock into my mouth.

He moaned loudly and his hands gripped my shoulders. I think he would have fallen if he hadn't grabbed onto me.

I stopped sucking his cock and suggested, "Perhaps you should sit down."

He replied breathlessly, "I think that's a good idea."

He pulled a chair out from under the nearby kitchen table and collapsed into it. I pushed his legs apart and went right back to sucking his cock. It wasn't so bad. His cock is nice and normal. He was clean. He wasn't slamming my head down into his lap.

But Jesus! It's Mr. Paget! How am I ever going to be able to look at him again?

He didn't last very long. I took his entire cock into my mouth, letting the head slip into my throat effortlessly. Each time I drew back I swirled my tongue around his cock. My fingertips teased his hairy balls. I worked hard to please not him but Delon. Because there was a huge Rottweiler on the other side of those sliding glass doors and I never wanted to be in the same room with him.

I doubt if Mr. Paget lasted five minutes. He moaned, "I'm cumming!" and filled my mouth with cum. I swallowed it easily and then held his cock in my mouth for another minute or two.

He watched me for a minute as if he still couldn't believe that he wasn't dreaming what just happened. Then, almost in a whisper he asked, "Why are you doing this, Brooke?"

NOW HE ASKS!!

I almost laughed out loud! He didn't seem to give a damn about why I was doing this before he filled my mouth with cum!

I sat up and looked him in the eyes. He blushed but he didn't look away. I couldn't think of an answer that I could give him. Finally I asked, "Why do you think I'm doing this?"

He must have known that I wasn't doing this willingly. But if he offered that as his answer he would be making himself look bad for lacking principles and for taking advantage of a friend. So he shrugged and guessed, "You and Doug are experimenting?"

He knew damned well that wasn't why I just removed my bikini on orders from a teenage neighbor and sucked his cock. But I suppose if that's what it takes for him to be able to live with himself I shouldn't disillusion him. After all, I certainly can't tell him the truth.

I smiled as sweetly as I could and replied, "Something like that."

I got to my feet and he watched while I put the little bikini back over my nipples and my slit. I was surprised when after I covered what little of my mound the suit would cover I became aware of the tingling sensation in my belly. It bothered me that I had just sucked my neighbor's cock. But it bothered me even more when I realized that I was more than a little turned on.

I didn't understand. How could I be turned on from doing something that upset me as much as this did?!

Mr. Paget finally stood up and pulled himself together. He said, "I hope we can do this again sometime. Do I need to ask your husband or Delon? Or can I just work something out with you?"

He seemed to assume that he was going to get to do this again. I thought about that fucking pervert waiting for me out in the garage and realized that, unfortunately, I probably would be doing this again.

I sighed and said, "You have to ask Delon. Doug knows, of course. But I recommend that you don't speak about this with him. It's hard to explain. But that's the way it is."

He smiled as if he understood. He didn't understand. He couldn't. But all he cared about was getting another opportunity to have sex with me. He wasn't thinking beyond putting his dick back in my body and getting it warm and wet.

We finally went back out to the garage. Cindy was just finishing filling a bucket with soapy water and gathering the sponges and the chamois.

I was uncomfortable enough about what I was being forced to do out in public across the street from my house this morning. But while I was in the kitchen sucking my neighbor's cock, Delon had apparently invited several other men who lived on the street to join us.

Our audience had grown quite a bit in the last ten minutes. Besides Delon, Cory, and Darnell who was still recording Cindy as she prepared to wash Delon's truck, they had been joined by Marcus and three more of our neighbors. I noticed the neighbors slowly edging closer for a better view before we went inside. I wasn't expecting to find them seated with Delon and his friends when we went back outside.

All of the men were sitting in the shade just inside the garage. An empty chair had apparently been reserved for Mr. Paget. He thanked Delon for his hospitality and happily took a seat in the empty chair.

I looked around at the men who had joined the group while I was sucking Mr. Paget's cock. I saw in their eyes that they all knew what just happened in the kitchen. I don't know if their cocks were hard because they were picturing me sucking a cock or if they were just enjoying the view of my all but naked body. But for whatever reason they all had obvious erections.

I tried to ignore the hard cocks. I didn't even bother to hope that I wouldn't have to have sex with my neighbors. That was a foregone conclusion now. But I tried not to think about it. I had enough problems just thinking about how naked I was on a public street, my street. I turned my back on the men, giving them a nice close-up of my naked ass, and went out into the driveway to join Cindy.

She was blushing bright, bright red as she hosed off Delon's truck. But although she was nearly naked she was still more covered up in the necessary areas than I was. And as soon as the little scraps of cloth over my nipples and my pussy got wet from the spray of the hose I might just as well have taken it off. The strings were more visible than the cloth bits. And you had to look hard to see the strings.

Cindy and I tried to ignore the lascivious stares of our audience. We worked together with Darnell moving around us, recording our shame until the truck was clean. It took us almost an hour.

When we finished, Delon ordered us to take two of my neighbors into the kitchen and suck their cocks. Then we could join them for a beer before we washed Jarek's car.

My neighbors were not surprised when Delon ordered us to suck their cocks. They obviously already worked out the details while they watched us wash the truck. Both men scrambled out of their chairs. Cindy and I led the way into the kitchen. Darnell followed with the camera.

We waited for the men to decide which of them wanted which of us. I was chosen by Bob Chase. He lives two doors down from me on the other side of Mr. Paget's house. He's my age. Doug and I have gone out to dinner and a movie with him and his wife on many occasions and we often get together at one house or the other to play cards or watch a movie or just talk. I probably know Bob better than I know anyone else on the street. For years I've thought of his wife Carol as my best friend.

I looked at him in surprise when he chose me. He smiled, shrugged and said, "Sorry, Brooke. I can't resist."

Well, at least he didn't offer any lame excuses. He was honest about what he wanted.

Cindy and I removed our little bikinis and waited while the two men shucked their pants off and sat down. Cindy was chosen by the other Bob who lived on the street, Bob Steadman. He's a large man, heavy set, not an ounce of muscle on him as far as I can tell. He's nearly bald and at least sixty years old.

Cindy looked at him skeptically. I could almost read her mind. She was probably thinking that he was old enough to be her grandfather, that he's ugly as sin, and that it was almost impossible to believe that he was capable of having a hard on.

But there it was and much to our surprise it was pretty impressive. Now she had to hope that he didn't have a heart attack before she finished sucking his cock.

When the men were seated and ready we sank to our knees between their legs and went right to work. My Bob has a pretty respectable cock, too. It wasn't nearly as easy taking it into my throat as it had been with Mr. Paget. But apparently they were discussing my cocksucking skills while watching Cindy and me washing the truck and either Mr. Paget or Delon had made it known that I could deepthroat a cock. My friend and neighbor wanted to experience it.

When I didn't take his cock into my throat right away he said, "I want you to do that deepthroat thing they were talking about. I want to see what that's like."

It was harder with his larger cock. It was uncomfortable at first. But much to my surprise it wasn't painful. His cock isn't as large as the two janitors who forced their cocks down my throat or that violent trucker. He is probably hung about as well as Delon and I've done it for him.

I was far more embarrassed by having to do this for a man who has been my friend than I was discomfited by the act itself. Here was another neighbor I would have trouble looking in the eye after today. How could I possible sit at a table with him and his wife after this, knowing what I have done here today?!

I made quick work of it. Watching Cindy and me moving around outside nearly nude while they must have been discussing our bodies and our sexual abilities must have been all the foreplay he needed. He came in less than ten minutes. He only made me take him into my throat for a minute or two before he told me to do it the old fashioned way. He didn't seem to care for deepthroat.

After my Bob came we watched Cindy trying to get her Bob to cum. He stared down at her with glassy eyes and he huffed and puffed as if he was running a race. But it didn't look like he was ever going to cum.

I could see that Cindy was getting worried. I moved closer and began to tease his balls with one hand. With my other hand I brought his ham like hand to my breast. I asked him to be careful of the ring and let him feel me up while I played with his shriveled up old balls.

Apparently that was the stimulus he needed. After a few more minutes of hard work on Cindy's part he tensed up, held his breath and finally came in her mouth. It must have been terribly bitter. She made an awful face when he came. But she stayed down over him and swallowed until he finished.

Both Bobs got to their feet and pulled their pants up. They ignored Cindy and me but talked to each other about us in glowing terms. They finally went out into the garage and Cindy exclaimed, "Jesus H. Christ! That was the foulest tasting cum ever! He must live on a diet of horse shit and acid!"

She had forgotten about Darnell standing nearby filming us. She saw me glance over at him and she blushed. She smiled, shrugged and said, "Oops!"

I smiled and helped her up. We were putting our bikinis back on when the door opened and the last of my neighbors who gathered to watch us be humiliated came in. He lives farther down the street. I don't know him. I've seen him out in his yard on occasion and we wave when we see each other. But I don't even know his name.

Cindy and I stopped putting our bikinis back on and waited to see which of us he would select. It was immediately apparent that he was a man after Delon's heart. He was all over Cindy from the moment he entered the kitchen. But when I tried to put my bikini on he said, "No. Leave it off."

He groped Cindy for a minute before he stepped back and dropped his pants. He sat down and pulled Cindy down between his legs. As soon as she started sucking his cock he ordered me to get down behind Cindy and eat her ass.

I wasn't expecting that! But it wouldn't be the first time a man made me eat an asshole. I did it for Delon and his five friends at my gangbang on Tuesday evening. I did it enough that I wasn't all that upset about doing it for Cindy. She has a much cuter ass than the six guys at my gangbang.

Cindy sucked his cock as ordered. I got into position and began to eat her ass. I guess no one ever did that for her. Judging by the way she moaned and wriggled around she liked it ... a lot.

After a few minutes I reached under her and began to tease her pussy. I wasn't surprised when I discovered how wet she was. I knew that this strange situation would be turning her on. She enjoyed living this perverse fantasy and she didn't have a husband witnessing our humiliation from across the street. She was free to be as big a slut as she wished.

Cindy reached orgasm before the man she was sucking off did. I felt her asshole clamping down on my tongue and she moaned around the mouthful of cock she was eagerly sucking. That set him off and he came a moment later.

The neighbor, I still don't know his name, he didn't offer it, got to his feet and stared at us while he dressed. There was an expression of disdain on his face now that we had satisfied him that was disturbing. He pulled his pants up and fastened them. Then he patted Cindy on the head like a dog and went out to rejoin the others.

We started to get up but Darnell said, "Hold on. I can't go back out there like this."

He put the camera down on the table and came closer. He pushed his pants down but instead of taking a seat he ordered me to eat his ass the way I just did for Cindy. While I was doing that he made Cindy suck his cock.

He may have been very turned on. But he wasn't in a hurry. I heard him order Cindy to stop sucking his cock several times so that he could make his blowjob last longer. Just before he finally came he ordered her not to swallow. It was only seconds after that when I felt his asshole clamp down on my tongue and he tensed up and came in her mouth.

We remained in that position for a long moment with my tongue still working on his winking asshole. Finally he moved out from between us, picked up the camera and ordered me to open my mouth and tilt my head back.

I honestly didn't have a clue. I sat back on my heels, opened my mouth and waited to find out why I was doing such a silly thing. The answer was surprisingly disgusting. He ordered Cindy to stop being so selfish and share his cum. As Cindy moved into position with her mouth over mine I was ordered not to swallow.

It shouldn't have been so disgusting. After all, I've eaten cum out of her pussy after she was fucked by some of the men at work. But something about this really sickened me.

I obeyed, though. I always obey now. I remained in position with my mouth open and watched as my blushing friend allowed the cum in her mouth to drain into mine.

Darnell was right in our faces with the fucking camera.

He made us swap the cum back and forth several times before ordering us to kiss passionately and then swallow.

It didn't get any easier. But finally we kissed and swallowed. Then all three of us put our clothing back on and went out to join the others.

Cindy and I each got a cold beer and sat with them while Darnell described what he just made us do to amuse him.

They all seemed to think it was pretty hot. He backed up the disk to that point and showed them all what we just did on the tiny screen on the side of the camera.

After we finished our beer, Delon tossed me the keys to his truck and ordered me to park it against the curb. I backed it out and started back towards our audience when I was nearly run over by three young boys on bicycles.

The boys screeched to a stop, nearly running into me and each other before finally stopping. They stared at my all but naked body in shocked disbelief for a moment before I came to my senses and walked back up the driveway to rejoin the others.

Jarek got up to pull his car into the driveway. While he was doing that, Delon called out to the boys, "You guys want to watch Brooke and Cindy wash a car?"

The boys nodded their heads so hard I was thought they might break their fucking necks. I was tempted to say something to Delon. The three boys couldn't have been any older than thirteen or fourteen. I was uncomfortable enough having sex with Delon and his five friends, all of whom are sixteen years old.

He didn't offer me to the kids yet. But I didn't doubt that it could come to that before very long. I already knew Delon well enough to know that it was more of a probability than a possibility.

The boys dropped their bikes on the grass just off the sidewalk and hurried up to join the men who've been watching us. They stared at Cindy when they got closer. I looked, too. Except for her ass, most of the parts that needed to be covered were covered by that tiny little crocheted bikini. But her hard nipples were peeking out of the holes in the pattern and I noticed now that I could even see the pink of her areolae. I didn't notice that before. But then, I don't normally pay that much attention to other women's breasts.

Jarek pulled his car into the driveway. Cindy and I were just about to go back to work when Delon said, "I think it's time to put more suntan lotion on the girls. We don't want them getting too much sun. Are there any volunteers?"

The men all smirked at each other but Delon already knew who he wanted to have that honor. He asked the three young boys if they would mind.

All three of them were blushing as badly as Cindy and I were. But they weren't about to turn down an offer like that. They were sitting on the grass on the edge of the driveway with their legs crossed in front of them like three little Indians. They were looking up at us with their hands over their crotches so that their erections wouldn't be so noticeable.

They jumped to their feet, nervous but eager to take advantage of the offer they knew they couldn't refuse. One of them finally regained the ability to speak. He seemed to be getting the idea. He saw the way the men were treating us. He may not have fully understood. But he figured out quickly that Cindy and I were doing whatever we were told and that no one really cared how we felt about it. He finally answered breathlessly, "We'd love to!!"

Darnell was tired of playing cameraman. He handed that duty off to Cory. Cory began recording while Cindy got her sun block out again. She handed it to the boy who was capable of speech. I stood back out of the way to watch as all three boys oiled her up. It was sort of a gang oiling.

They were nervous and at first they avoided the bikini areas. But first Delon and then the other men encouraged them and when Cindy didn't complain they became bolder. Eventually they even started working their hands under the material of her suit when Delon pointed out all the holes in the material that let the sun in.

If I didn't know I was next it would have been amusing. I found myself wondering if they would cum in their pants before they finished greasing her up.

They took their time and because the men watching enjoyed the show and kept encouraging them to do a more thorough job it took them a lot longer to protect her from the sun than was really necessary. Each time they thought they were finished, Delon or one of the others suggested that she might need a little more oil in the crack of her ass or on her tits under her tiny little bra.

The boys were only too happy to help out. It was probably the most thorough job of suntan lotion application in recorded history, and it was recorded. Cory made certain that every embarrassing moment of it was on the disk he was recording.

Cindy wasn't happy about it. I'm not sure if that was because of their age or because it was taking place right out in the open. It was probably a combination of those two humiliating factors. But she stood there, staring off into space and let those three young boys explore every inch of her body without protest.

Then it was my turn. I noticed that when Cindy finally moved away from them she seemed a bit breathless. I understood instantly that even though she hated what Delon just made her do it turned her on. I've already learned that it was possible to be turned on by something you hated. Delon has taught me that on more than one occasion since he took control of my life on Monday.

I stood in the space that Cindy just vacated while the three boys began to slide their greasy hands over my flesh. Delon was kind enough to warn them to be careful with the rings. They avoided touching the rings for the most part. But they were fascinated by them.

One of the boys even pulled the sheer material of my bra aside and all three of them examined my pierced nipples very closely. I remained silent and the men continued to goad them, though I noticed that not much encouragement was required now. They had figured out what the men wanted to see before they got to me and they were all too happy to oblige.

Their oily fingers explored everywhere, including sliding their greasy fingers over the entrances to my vagina and my anus. Once one of them tried something new the other two had to explore there as well.

Even though I hated that they were so young and that this was happening where people driving up and down the street or standing out in their yards could and did witness it, I couldn't deny that those soft young hands exploring my body were starting to have an unwanted effect.

After satisfying their curiosity about my piercings and the various openings in my body they went back to greasing me up. One of the boys even worked his fingers deep inside of me, obviously exploring a pussy for the first time in his life. I was watching closely and I'm pretty certain they didn't do that to Cindy.

When the other two saw him do it and get away with it they each took turns exploring first my pussy and then my asshole, right out there in public.

The men watching were all finding this very entertaining. As were the people walking or driving slowly past. At one point two teenage girls walked slowly down the sidewalk and that embarrassed me more than anything else. They were about fifteen or sixteen. Fortunately I didn't know them. I watched them go slowly past out of the corner of my eye.

I was surprised to see that they were amused when they realized what was happening. I'm only twenty-six. I still remember being sixteen. If I had seen a slut like me in a bikini like the one I'm wearing being groped by three boys while eight men and boys watched and one of them filmed it I would not have walked by with an amused look on my face. I would have turned around and walked a mile out of my way to avoid the shocking scene!

These girls watched out of the corners of their eyes as they walked slowly past while acting as if they didn't see a thing. Once they went by they began whispering urgently to each other and giggling like the schoolgirls that they were.

The boys probably would have continued oiling my skin all day if Delon didn't tell them to let me get back to work. They finally removed their hands from my vibrating skin. I was embarrassed when I realized that just like Cindy a few minutes ago I was getting excited. My nipples were hard and it was obvious under the all but invisible bikini I was wearing. My pussy was tingling. I was disgusted with myself when I realized that at that moment I would not have been upset if Delon ordered me to have sex with someone. I was ready!

I was harboring mixed feelings about the rings in my sensitive flesh. The pain was slowly diminishing, though this tight little bikini was irritating them. Or I suppose it could have been all of the hands that have been groping me since I arrived at ten o'clock.

But I was finding that I was constantly aware of my nipples and my clit now. They tingled almost continuously and that tended to keep me mildly aroused. But because of the risk of infection I was still unable to spread my legs and submit to a nice big cock.

I found myself thinking about it, though. I was beginning to think about it often. I never did that before. I think about sex, about big, throbbing cocks in my mouth or better yet my pussy, even in my ass!

A part of that might be because Delon was making me suck so many dicks now. But I was beginning to realize that Helen had been right. Those piercings tend to make me much more aware of my body and my sexuality. I seem to be experiencing a constant low level of arousal because of them.

I've noticed that the effect is even more pronounced when I'm naked. The oversized rings that Delon had placed in my piercings are heavy and they move around noticeably when they aren't being held in place by my clothing. Those movements are becoming more stimulating as the pain recedes and the piercings slowly heal.

I took a few deep breaths and forced myself to calm down after the boys reluctantly backed away. I was just about to devote my attention to the car I was supposed to be washing when I noticed my husband in the front window of my house. He has been watching those boys grease me up!

I hope it excited him. I hope it excited him as much as it did me.

I finally looked at Cindy. She smiled, knowing just exactly how I felt. I returned her sexy smile and then we went back to work.

The smaller convertible was easier to wash. But it wasn't washing a car that was so unpleasant. It was all the people slowing down as they drove past to stare in shock at the two of us working nearly naked with our growing audience of gawking males of all ages.

It was the people, mostly men from all over the neighborhood, who walked by at a snail's pace, even stopping to watch for a while. They stared openly at our nearly naked bodies. And why not?! It was obvious that we were dressed to attract attention and entertain.

It was incredibly humiliating because I knew a lot of those people. Maybe I didn't know their names or even know them to talk to. But we saw each other going up and down the street all the time. They knew me to wave to. They know where I live. Most of them, or at least the ones that looked at something besides Cindy and me and noticed the men and boys sitting in the garage watching the show undoubtedly knew that my husband was not among the men staring at my nearly naked body.

To make matters even worse, I frequently saw Doug watching through the window of our front room. I hated it that he was witnessing my humiliation this way. And if he was watching when we escorted men into the kitchen followed by the cameraman he must know what we were doing in there. I'm not sure I wouldn't have been happier knowing he was watching one those DVDs that Delon provided for him.

Chapter 13

Cindy and I were hot, sweaty messes by the time we finished washing Jarek's car. Delon decided that we had spent enough time flashing everyone on their way up or down the street. We moved the party inside. All of us! I expected to end up entertaining Delon and his three friends. I was surprised and dismayed that our neighbors were invited in to have another cold beer.

As soon as it became clear what kind of party this was turning into I wasn't shocked when the three young boys were invited in. But I was very upset. I was in enough trouble already. I didn't need to be accused of sexually assaulting young boys!

I glanced at the time on the microwave as we passed through the kitchen. It was a few minutes after one. I tried to remember what time Delon's father comes home when he's working the day shift. I've probably seen him coming home from work hundreds of times but I never paid any attention. It was quite likely that Delon and the others had another four hours or more to play with us.

Delon grabbed another cold beer out of the refrigerator. Where were sixteen year old boys getting beer?! He offered everyone but the three younger boys a beer. They were given soft drinks.

Most of them went into the living room and Delon put a DVD on to entertain them. I groaned when I saw that he was showing them the DVD from the Tuesday night gangbang.

Jarek assumed the duties of cameraman. He prodded Cindy and me and we headed for the bathroom to take a shower.

One of the boys asked if they could come with us and watch. Jarek smiled and said, "Sure. You'll see more if you stay and watch the DVD. But if you want to watch them take a shower I don't mind."

The boys looked at each other for a few seconds. Two of them decided to watch the DVD with the other men. The one who asked the question decided that he wanted to watch us shower. On the way to the bathroom I asked him how old he and his friends were.

He proudly boasted that he and his friend were fourteen and his brother was fifteen. They were children!!

I turned on the water in the shower and Cindy and I removed what we laughingly called bikinis. While we were removing them, Jarek asked the kid if he wanted to see a real nasty trick.

I knew what he was talking about as soon as he opened his fucking mouth.

The kid was all for it. He was up for anything and everything.

I felt guilty about how much relief I felt when Jarek ordered Cindy to her knees beside the toilet. The kid moved to get a better view and watched in fascination as Jarek pulled out his very long, black cock and rested the tip between Cindy's lips.

The kid gasped out loud when Jarek pulled his cock out of his pants. It was obviously his first sight of a long black cock. I could see why he was impressed. It was nearly three times as large as his, judging by the size of the bulge in his pants.

I saw the fear on Cindy's face. But I've only experienced this particular perversion from the perspective of urinal. I was embarrassed by how curious I was to see it happen to some other woman. I didn't move closer. I stood back out of the way and tried to look suitably disgusted. I could see pretty well from where I was standing.

Jarek held the camera to his face and pointed it down at Cindy. He focused it and then the degrading act began. I felt bad for her. But I didn't turn away when the first few spurts of hot piss sprayed Cindy's mouth.

The boy exclaimed breathlessly, "Holy shit! I don't fucking believe it!"

Jarek just grinned and continued pissing into Cindy's mouth, stopping regularly to give her time to swallow.

She gagged a lot at first. But by the time he was almost finished she had closed her lips around his cock and was drinking it down without too much trouble.

Jarek stepped back when he was finished. Cindy shuddered in disgust and we all waited to see if she was going to keep it down. After a minute or two, Jarek turned to the kid and asked, "What did you think about that?"

He grinned and exclaimed, "That was gross! Can I try it?"

Jarek laughed and said, "Sure! Brooke."

I sighed and dropped to my knees in front of the kid. Jarek moved to the side so that he could record it. The kid was just staring down at me as if he couldn't quite believe that he was about to do this. I reached out and unbuttoned his cutoffs and pulled them down. I pulled his jockeys down.

I was mildly surprised when I saw his cock. I know very little about cocks in general. I know even less about adolescent cocks. This fourteen year old boy's cock was slender, but it was nearly as long as my husband's. It was as hard as a rock and almost completely covered in lubricant. I guess he enjoyed watching us wash Jarek's car.

I was nervous. But I thought back to when I had to do this at work for Delon and Cal. It was awful of course. But I didn't get sick. I did what I had to do without screwing up. It still isn't and won't ever be something I'm proud of. But I know now that when I have to I can do it. That's important when you have the things hanging over your head that I do.

I sat up straight, tilted my head back slightly and opened my mouth. The kid moved closer, resting his thighs against my nipples. I groaned in pain but he didn't even seem to notice. He was staring down at me as if in a trance.

The tip of his hard cock was nearly bouncing against my nose. I reached up and guided it to my mouth but just before I wrapped my lips around it I said to Jarek, "He isn't going to be able to pee like this."

Jarek shrugged and said, "Take care of it."

I closed my eyes and sighed loudly. Fourteen years old!!

I opened my eyes and took his cock into my mouth. I didn't expect this to take very long and I was right. I closed my lips around his cock and slid them down the shaft until my nose touched his belly.

He nearly collapsed as the heat of my mouth enveloped his hard cock for the first time. He cried out and nearly fell to the floor. He steadied himself by grabbing my head, but only to hold on and keep from falling.

I bathed his cock with my tongue for a few seconds and then moved my lips up and down the shaft a few times and it was all over. There was nothing remarkable about it. His cum tasted like an average mouthful of cum. There was no more or less of it than I was used to. The only thing about the experience that was remarkable was his age.

I swallowed his cum and held his cock in my mouth. It still took him a very long time. But finally I felt a weak trickle of warm piss on my tongue. I swallowed it easily and waited. It seemed to take a long time but eventually that was followed by a weak spurt and then another. Then, finally the stream began. It was slow and weak at first. But he started to relax and by the end of the degrading experience he was expelling a strong stream of piss and I started having trouble keeping up.

Since his cock still felt like it was almost erect I decided to try something new. I slid my lips down his cock and let the head slip into my throat. It was still disgusting. But after that his piss shot straight down my throat. There was no need to swallow. I didn't have to worry about keeping up with the flow. And best of all there was no foul taste.

I don't mean to make it sound easy. It isn't. But if I have serve as a urinal that's the way to get it done.

Cindy and I showered together. The kid watched most of it but Jarek left when he realized that Delon's camera was getting wet from the shower spray.

We took our time in the shower. We were in no hurry to get back out there. Even Cindy was nervous about what we both knew was going to happen when we rejoined the men. Our function would be to serve as rape victims. Being raped turns her on, up to a point. But Delon has a bad habit of taking things to extremes.

Cindy was nervous. But I suppose if she didn't feel that way it wouldn't be exciting for her. The fear and the helplessness are a large part of the excitement.

The kid stayed with us through the entire shower. He watched us dry off and use some of the mouthwash on the bathroom counter. He didn't touch us and he never said a word. He just stared holes in us.

When we couldn't put it off any longer her followed us back down to the living room. It was then that he found his voice. As soon as we entered the room he exclaimed loudly and excitedly, "Jesus, guys! I pissed in her fucking mouth ... and she drank it!!"

My four neighbors and the other two boys all looked shocked and more than a little skeptical. Delon put their skepticism to rest quickly. They were almost to the part of the DVD that showed Delon pissing in my mouth for the first time, followed by each of his five friends.

They watched in silence with a variety of reactions. When that segment was finished, Mr. Paget turned to me and stared in absolute shock. Bob Chase did, too. But the man whose name I still didn't know exclaimed, "I gotta try that! I read about people doing shit like that. But I never believed it!"

From me he demanded to know, "What's it like, bitch?"

The bastard doesn't even know me! He has no right to speak to me that way!

I saw Delon smiling at my reaction. I looked at him as if he should come to my defense. He shrugged and said, "You are a bitch, Brooke. What's your problem?"

I sighed and suitably humbled I responded, "It's terrible. It's disgusting. It's exactly as sickening as it looks like it is when you're watching it. And no self respecting man would do that to a woman!"

Delon's expression never changed. He was still smiling when he said, "I'm losing track. Was that five or are you up to six now?"

I sighed and said, "Six."

There are probably several reasons why that didn't scare me the way it should have. I have yet to suffer one of his punishments. But it was hard to imagine that it would be worse than a normal day in his charming company. That may have been a big factor in my lack of response. I didn't see how I could be any worse off than I already was.

But I think the main reason that I didn't panic when informed that I had now earned six punishments was that I have more or less accepted the fact that he's going to do whatever he wants with me anyway, punishment or no punishment. This thing of keeping track of punishments is a sham.

I'm pretty certain that he's just playing with me. The only reason I haven't already had sex with that fucking monster dog in the back yard is that he had me pierced first. I have no doubt that he's only waiting for my injured body to recover.

Delon picked up a blanket that was sitting on the couch beside him and tossed it to Cindy. He ordered her to spread it out in the middle of the room so that the two of us could put on a show.

Even that didn't upset me as much as it would have a week ago. I've already eaten her pussy and it wasn't clean and fresh when I did it. I didn't like the idea of putting on a show for these perverts. But the more time I spent making love to Cindy the less time I'd spend getting raped by eleven men and boys.

Make that thirteen men and boys. Cindy was still spreading out the blanket when the last of the five boys that served as Delon's accomplices at my gangbang last Tuesday came in through the garage. I heard the door open and turned to see Otis and Marcus coming in.

Otis patted my ass as he walked by and said, "Looks like we got here just in time!"

I told myself that thirteen wasn't so bad. Cindy was here. Half of them would be raping her. Maybe more since she's younger and looks more innocent. But I was having trouble convincing myself that it wasn't so bad.

Two of these men have been friends of mine for years. I know their wives. I consider Bob's wife my best friend! How will I be able to look her in the eye again after this?

Introductions were made. I finally found out the name of my fourth neighbor. His name is Steve Ridge. He and his wife moved in last summer. I also learned that the name of the fourteen year old boy who pissed in my mouth is Danny, his brother's name is Todd and his friend's name is Gary. All three boys live two blocks over. They just happened to be out riding their bikes when they nearly ran into me.

As Cindy and I were stretching out on the blanket, Marcus and Otis were told about our morning washing cars out front while wearing the tiny bikinis they so thoughtfully provided.

Cory was put back in charge of the camera. Jarek apparently had seniority and he didn't like doing the camera work.

Cindy and I moved carefully into each other's arms. She whispered, "I'll be careful. Let me know if I hurt you."

We started kissing, trying to look like we meant it. We both knew that we had to please Delon. It wasn't easy at first. Neither one of is bi. But the perverse situation of lying here naked and making out to please Delon and his friends must have appealed to Cindy. Her kisses and her gentle but erotic touch were soon much more than an attempt to please our audience. I sensed the change and I'm embarrassed to admit that when her passion began to seem more authentic I started getting a bit turned on myself.

As we kissed I explored her sexy little body with my hands. She did the same with much more care, trying not to irritate my fresh piercings. After a few minutes I rolled Cindy over onto her back and began to lick and kiss my way down her body.

I began to realize that I wasn't doing it to please the boys any longer. Cindy's growing passion was real and I was reacting to that. Much to my surprise I found that I enjoyed this. Turning her on and pleasing her was more exciting than I imagined it would be. It offered the added benefit of moving my piercings out of her reach. I know she was trying to be careful but it didn't take much to irritate those still fresh wounds.

The men enjoyed watching me give Cindy several increasingly violent orgasms with my mouth while Cory moved around us recording it. I was grateful when Delon told us to break it up without making Cindy return the favor. He promised that the next time he was going have us perform a sixty-nine. I guess he noticed that I was still protecting my piercings. I thought at first that might be why he let it slide this time. But judging by what he did a few minutes later I'm pretty sure he was just getting impatient.

There was an immediate outpouring of requests from the men to be invited to the next party. I saw Delon basking in his popularity. He was the perfect host, promising everyone that if they were interested he would be happy to invite them to the next get together.

He ordered me to get up and stand beside him. As soon as I did he stuck a finger inside my pussy and grinned. He pulled his finger out, wet with my juices, and held it up to embarrass me in front of everyone.

They all had a good laugh at my expense before he said, "I've been thinking that it's too early to fuck your pussy. But I don't see any reason why we can't fuck your tight little ass until those rings heal up."

He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a tube of lubricant. He handed it to me and said, "Have Cindy get you ready."

I went back to the blanket and handed Cindy the lube. I got down on my hands and knees and while she began to lubricate and stretch out my ass, Delon announced, "Once Cindy is finished getting Brooke ready I guess we can get this party started. For now I'm going to have to ask that you keep your dicks out of her cunt. But all those other holes are available. I'll have Brooke get Cindy's ass ready before we start. That will make five holes available so we shouldn't have to wait too long to fuck one of them."

Cindy finished lubricating and stretching my ass and handed me the lube. She got down on her hands and knees and I returned the favor. It was obvious that she really hated it. She was going to have a very hard time of it if she didn't learn to relax. I tried quietly talking to her, calming her down and attempting to convince her it wasn't so bad if she unclenched all those muscles and just let it happen.

She nodded and said, "I know. But I can't. I just can't."

Delon stood up and undressed, totally comfortable about undressing and fucking one of us with such a large audience and the camera moving around recording everything we say and do.

I finished preparing Cindy and wiped my greasy fingers on a corner of the already nasty blanket. I got up on my hands and knees and waited. Delon dropped to his knees behind me. I spread my knees a little farther apart and waited.

Unlike him I was extremely uncomfortable about all these men watching me as I was about to be raped again. It's a humiliating act made all the more degrading by having an audience of horny men who obviously enjoy the show. I did the only thing that I could do about it. I tried to concentrate on relaxing my muscles and forcing my mind to go blank.

He didn't just slam his cock into my ass as I was expecting. Instead, I flinched when I felt his fingertips on my pussy. He avoided the ring which was dangling down out of the way now and explored the damp opening. It bothered me that it felt so fucking good.

After a long moment he asked, "How long since you've had a cock in here, Brooke?"

I moaned and answered, "Not since Thursday morning."

He sounded as if he really cared about my well being when he said, "You must be very horny. I imagine you'd really like a hard cock right about now. You've been sucking cocks and eating pussy and flashing your pretty ass all over town. You must be horny as hell. How about it, Brooke? Would you like to be fucked?"

The sad and very embarrassing truth is that he was right. I would love to feel a nice hard cock inside of me right at that moment. I would prefer that it be my husband's. But I felt like such a slut, kneeling there naked in front of all those males who were staring at me with unbridled lust.

I came here this morning knowing I was going to be used and abused, humiliated and degraded. I have been. And more and more I'm beginning to react to that sort of thing in a totally inappropriate manner, just like Cindy does.

I hated this. But Delon has discovered a submissive streak in me that I didn't know existed, or he implanted one, and he really knew how to stimulate it.

He was still playing with my increasingly wet opening. He was still waiting for an answer. I moaned in surrender and quietly admitted, "Yes, Delon! I would love to be fucked!"

I ignored the few lewd chuckles I heard. I remained in position like a true submissive slut and waited to see what he was going to do.

He took his hand away and said, "I don't see why you can't be fucked in this position without too much pain. I like fucking your ass. But I love your tight little pussy. If it hurts too much try holding your hand over the ring while I fuck you."

I waited nervously while he inched closer. When I felt the head of his cock pressing against my slit I reached down and guided him to my opening. I didn't want that throbbing shaft pressing against the ring or pulling on it as it slid past.

I felt everyone watching as that long, thick, black cock entered me. I was holding my breath, waiting to see how painful it was going to be. There was some pain. But not much. Not enough that I wanted him to stop. The truth is it felt pretty damned good. I wish that I could say that it didn't.

I was concentrating so hard on the way Delon's big cock felt inside of me that I hardly noticed Cindy being arranged on her hands and knees right beside me and men kneeling in front of her and behind her. I heard their quiet commands and I heard the sounds of sex a moment later. But my attention remained riveted on the way that Delon's cock felt as it plunged in and out of my needy pussy.

He started fucking me slowly and gently. When I didn't object, when I didn't beg him to stop he began to pick up the pace. I felt the rings in my clit and my nipples begin to move as my body moved back and forth in response to Delon slamming his cock into me from behind with increasing violence.

There was pain. But despite the pain I soon realized that the rings were adding significantly to the erotic sensations, especially the ring through the hood over my clit. It began teasing my clit from the very beginning and the resulting sensations were amazing.

I was so distracted by what Delon was doing that when the first cock began to press against my lips I just ignored it. I didn't realize at first that someone was trying to stick their cock in my mouth.

I finally became aware of the slime being spread over my lips and opened my eyes. Danny's fifteen year old brother, Todd, was pressing the head of his cock against my lips.

I resented the distraction but I opened my mouth and started sucking lethargically. Most of my attention was still focused on my own guilty pleasure.

Todd let me suck on his cock that way for a minute or two. But despite his youth and inexperience he wasn't willing to settle for the apathetic blowjob he was getting. He gripped my head in both hands and started fucking my mouth. I don't know if he was inspired by what someone was probably doing to Cindy beside me or if he learned to do that from watching the DVD that Delon was showing. Or perhaps he has seen a pornographic movie. They're everywhere now. He could have come across something on the internet.

What I did know was that his cock was longer and thicker than his brother's. The head and an inch or two of the shaft were soon thrusting down my throat.

Even that didn't put a stop to my own quickly building orgasm. I was still aware of Delon's cock plunging into me like I've never been aware of a cock inside of me before and my attention was quickly drawn back to my own pleasure. The cock in my mouth and throat was obviously able to take care of itself.

In so short a time that I almost couldn't believe it my own huge orgasm crested and washed over me, nearly beating me senseless with pleasure. But even as it passed and the guilt began to attack my conscience for giving in to my baser instincts I felt another orgasm building. I told myself it wasn't my fault. I've been drowning in sex for an entire week while being almost entirely deprived of any orgasms of my own for days. And despite the lingering discomfort, I knew those rings were having an effect.

Todd came in my mouth and I swallowed, almost unaware that I was doing it, or even that he had reached orgasm. My second orgasm was growing and growing inside of me. I was still in the grips of my first orgasm when Delon's hands clamped down on my hips and he slammed into me violently a few more times while his orgasm took control of his body.

I lost it again! I came for a second time, screaming loudly now that my mouth was no longer full of a boy's hard cock.

There followed an uncomfortable moment with Delon's cock still deep inside of me when neither of us moved and I realized what I'd just done. I was so upset with myself that I curled up in a little ball and started crying almost hysterically. My loving husband was just across the street, waiting for me, worried about me. He knows I'm in here with all these hard cocks and he knows what we're doing.

I have no choice but to submit to these men. But I shouldn't be enjoying it. I shouldn't be experiencing orgasms ... earth shattering orgasms. What kind of slut am I turning into?!

Am I truly becoming a piece of fuck meat, the disgusting, dehumanizing phrase that Delon used to describe me?

I wasn't given a lot of time to bask in my self-loathing. Almost as soon as Delon moved out of the way, Steve nestled in behind me, lifted me back up onto my hands and knees and said, "There's no sense in wasting all of Cindy's efforts. She got this fine ass all lubed up and stretched out. I gotta get me some of this!"

I don't know if he was talking that way to impress the boys or if he was devolving. I've been listening to him talk off and on all morning. I don't know where he works but he is obviously an educated professional who does not normally say, "I gotta get me some."

But speech patterns aside, I already knew that when it came to abusing women the sleazy prick had a lot in common with Delon. He had made that abundantly clear earlier. So I wasn't surprised when he slammed into me like he was trying to drive his fucking cock all the way up into my stomach.

It was very violent. It was very painful, especially the way he was doing it. I couldn't help crying out. It felt like he tore something inside of me. But the only response from the men enjoying the show was that Bob Steadman who was waiting to fuck my mouth held off for a few minutes so that they could enjoy my painful cries until they degenerated into pitiful whimpers.

I was aware of Cindy beside me. She was grunting and gasping, sometimes in pleasure, sometimes in pain. At the moment, Mr. Paget was fucking her and the other fourteen year old boy, Gary, was fucking her mouth. But I didn't pay much attention to them. I had my own problems to deal with.

Once Steadman started slamming his cock into my throat in a steady rhythm and I worked out how I could breathe I could better concentrate on forcing myself to relax my ass muscles and try to make what Steve was doing less painful. Both men were slamming into me violently, slamming my body back and forth between them as if they were playing tennis and I was the ball.

I've learned from my previous rapes, especially the painful ones, that the best way to deal with it is to let time go. Don't think about how long it's been going on or how long it might last. Don't think at all unless you can make yourself think of something pleasant. There may be women who can do that, escape in their minds. I'm not one of them. I'm pretty much stuck in the moment. I can't go to some imaginary 'happy place.' But I've gotten better at letting time slip by unnoticed.

My job while men are using me this way is to remain in place and let them rape me violently. That's all I have to worry about. I wasn't surprised when it finally ended. I knew it would eventually. I wasn't necessarily pleased, either. The next men to take me, to use me, were apt to be just as violent as these two. The only thing I really had to look forward to was Delon's father coming home and I didn't even know what time that joyous event would take place.

The next hour and a half progressed pretty much like the gangbang I was subjected to last Tuesday. I was forced to have sex with all of them in one form or another and in every perverted combination they could think of.

At one time or another throughout the afternoon I was ordered to tongue the asshole of every person there. Monkey see, monkey do. They all had to try it. As far as I could tell that was a new experience for all four of my neighbors. The boys enjoyed it, too.

Cindy and I licked each other clean several times. The nastier we were when we were ordered to do it the more entertaining the men seemed to think it was.

After they had all cum until they couldn't cum again they still didn't let us rest. They made us suck on their soft cocks and if they got hard they fucked us for a few minutes until their cocks went soft again. Some of them got a kick out of making us suck on their toes. Steve found it amusing to make us clean his sweaty armpits with our tongues.

Except for Mr. Paget, Cory and Otis they all played the game Delon calls urinal. Cindy and I shared equally in that disgusting game. We are both getting much better at it, though neither of us has any desire to excel at it.

I began to notice Delon checking the time more frequently and I foolishly started to get my hopes up. I told myself that it must be time for his father to be coming home from work soon.

At a quarter after four, Delon pulled me to my feet and took me up to his room. He sat me down at his computer and stood behind me. He leaned over me from behind and quietly said, "I saw the way you looked at me when I told you that you just earned your fifth and sixth punishments. You didn't even care. You don't think I'll do it, do you?"

I sighed in resignation and replied, "That wasn't it, Delon. I have come to realize that you are going to do whatever you want to do to me no matter what I do. I've been looking at your picture collection, remember? I know what turns you on. You're just teasing me with this punishment crap.

"I've been doing everything I could do this week, performing every despicable, sordid, perverted act to please you in the misguided hope that you would reconsider. But I realize now that I never had a chance. If I didn't fuck up you'd make up some excuse. I may be blonde but I'm not stupid. So what's the point of worrying about punishments?"

I couldn't see his face so I didn't know how he reacted to hearing what I knew to be the truth. His reply was, "You'll never know."

But he was wrong. I did know.

He reached around me and turned his monitor on. The computer was already on. When the screen lit up I was looking at a long email, already open and ready to read. With his lips right by my ear he said, "I'm going to do you a favor, cunt. Read that. I've talked to people on the net that know about this shit. I've talked to women who claim they do it. This is an email from a woman who fucks dogs. I asked her what it's like to suck a dog's cock. This was her response. Read it so you won't be surprised when we go back down to the living room."

I turned ice cold in an instant. I felt like I'd just been kicked in the stomach. All of a sudden I couldn't draw a breath. It was going to happen! It was going to happen today in front of all those people down there! It was going to happen in front of my neighbors. They were going to watch me perform one of the most disgusting acts imaginable.

He straightened up behind me. He must have known that I was staring sightlessly at the monitor. He slapped my head and snarled, "Read it, bitch! If you let me down, if you fuck this up, you'll regret it more than you can even imagine."

I forced myself to read the description of what it's like to suck a dog's cock. It was the most disgusting thing I've ever read. It was more disgusting than letting those men piss in my mouth.

I read the detailed description that a woman who claims to do it frequently to amuse her master sent to Delon. It was enough to make me vomit just from reading about it. It was a strange email made all the more bizarre because she was obviously intelligent and well educated.

But there could be no doubt after reading the detailed description and the minute details she included that she did, indeed, suck dog's cocks to amuse her "master."

I've seen the pictures. I've seen at least half a dozen pictures of women with their lips around a dog's cock. Looking at them was part of my homework assignment. But I realized now that a snapshot of some poor woman being forced to suck a dog's cock didn't come close to putting it into focus.

As I read the well written email I pictured those women, most of them crying as they posed for photographs with a dog's cock in their mouth. But as awful as those pictures were they left out the smells and the tastes and the horror of what it was like to do something so horrible to amuse a man, or in my case a room full of men.

The description Delon was making me read was very well written by someone who had a good vocabulary and the ability to vividly describe textures and tastes and smells and her emotions as she performed one of the most perverted acts a sane woman could imagine.

I couldn't help but be aware of Delon standing behind me as I read. He was naked and while I read the text he rubbed his semi-hard cock over the flesh of my neck and shoulders to taunt me. When I finally told him that I was finished he spent another minute or two warning me of the unnamed but dire consequences of disappointing him when we returned to the living room.

As much as what I knew I was about to have to do disturbed me, I knew that if I didn't please him he would soon make me regret it. I knew that I could trust him to come up with something beyond my ability to imagine. As if to emphasize that fact he asked, "Did you know that Darnell's uncle has a farm just outside of town? Yeah. He has horses and cows and goats and pigs. He has half a dozen dogs, too. Any questions?"

I shook my head and whispered, "No."

"Am I gonna have any problems with you, bitch?"

With tears streaming down my cheeks I shook my head. I was going to suck a dog's cock!

I have suspected for a week that I was going to have to do it eventually. He wouldn't have saved all those pictures if the idea of making a woman do something like that didn't turn him on. But it had been a pretty one dimensional idea until I read that far too descriptive text a moment ago. Now I knew what to expect.

I could only pray that I could do it. Just reading about it made me gag. But as horrible as I knew it would be, his vague warning made it clear that things can always get worse.

He took me back to the living room. The first thing I noticed was that another stranger had joined our party. He was standing off to the side of the room. He stood out because he was the only person in the room that was still fully dressed. Cindy was on her knees in front of him. His cock was sticking out through his fly and she was sucking it enthusiastically.

He looked up when I entered the room. I got the impression that he recognized me as our eyes met. But it wasn't my eyes that interested him. I watched his eyes move down and scan my naked body.

Along with everyone else I watched Cindy suck his cock until he came in her mouth. Cindy moved back until Jarek and Marcus grabbed her and pulled her up onto the couch between them. But no one was paying them any attention. Everyone was watching the newcomer for some reason.

The man put his cock back in his pants nonchalantly. He nodded at Delon and after he finished putting his cock away they went out into the foyer and spoke quietly for a few minutes. They rejoined us after several minutes and we watched as the newcomer set up a laptop on one of the end tables. He connected a long cable. Then he unpacked a very large camera from a sturdy suitcase and connected it to the cable from the laptop.

When he had the camera connected he turned on the computer and spent a few minutes typing and waiting and typing and waiting. He turned on the camera and we could all see what the camera was seeing on the screen of the laptop. Once he was ready we all sat around in silence as if waiting for something to happen.

Delon continued to watch the time and finally he stood up and said, "Guys, I'm going to let my dog, Shaft, in now. He's been through obedience training and he's pretty well behaved as long as you don't startle him or make any threatening moves. He can move a lot quicker than you might think for such a big dog. Right, Marcus?"

Marcus wasn't smiling when he said, "You fucking got that right! Sucker took a chunk out of my arm for no fucking reason!"

"Everyone will be fine if they just sit still and remain quiet. If you're nervous, now is the time to leave."

No one got up.

Delon was still checking the time and it finally got through to my feeble mind that the guy with the camera was the guy that ran the website where my pictures were being posted! He was here to transmit live pictures over the internet when I started sucking that fucking dog's cock!

I was suddenly furious. I never had a chance. He's been lying to me all along. I really lost it. I turned to Delon and exclaimed, "You lying son of a bitch! You fucking lying bastard! That shit you said ... that was all a big bag of shit! This was all planned! This guy didn't just show up at your door!"

I turned to the newcomer and asked, "Where did you come here from? You don't live around here. New York? Atlanta? Where are you from?"

He smiled and calmly replied, "I drove here from a nearby city that shall remain anonymous. In my line of work anonymity can be very important. Is that a problem, you stupid cunt?"

Delon walked up behind me and grabbed a handful of my hair. He tilted my head back and asked, "Are you through? Your attitude is starting to piss me off. Would you rather go for a ride in the country?"

What was the use? I was going to do this. Everyone, me included, knew it. And when it came time to take a ride in the country I was going to do that, too.

He ordered me down on my hands and knees on the blanket. There were fresh cum stains everywhere. The blanket was damp with spots of semen. The smell was almost overpowering. I wondered how the dog was going to react to that. No. That's not true. I knew exactly how the dog was going to react to it.

Delon leaned over me and whispered, "If you do everything you're told you'll go home more or less intact. I wasn't kidding about Shaft. He can be hard to control at the best of times. I suspect that once he smells your cunt he's going to be very hard to control. He's a fucking virgin and I wouldn't be surprised if he goes a little crazy. I'll try to control him. But if you don't do what you're told, if you pull away or make any loud noises there's no telling what he'll do. Do you understand?"

Once again I couldn't see very clearly. The tears were streaming down my cheeks. I knew what I had to do, though. I nodded in total surrender and waited for the horror to begin.

The man with the website picked up his camera and nodded at Delon.

I realized that I was panting with fright. I forced myself to slow my breathing and try to calm down. I didn't have any options. I had to do this. I tried to tell myself that it couldn't be any worse than some of the other things that Delon has made me do. I knew that was bullshit. But I had to do something to calm down.

Delon looked around the room and said, "Remember what I told you. Everyone stay quiet."

He went to the kitchen. He returned a few minutes later with his huge dog almost dragging him along on a chain. That huge beast wouldn't be restrained and he was headed straight for me!

It took every ounce of courage I had, not that I had that much to summon up, to keep from screaming in fright as that massive animal strained at his leash to get at me. His massive head was nearly as wide as my shoulders!! His large mouth was open and his tongue hanging out from fighting the leash. He looked furious. The fucking beast outweighed me by close to fifty pounds!

He pulled Delon along behind him as if he wasn't even aware that he was there. He didn't come to a stop until his cold snout was resting between my legs.

I was braced and half expecting it. But still I jumped when he touched me. He growled quietly, but in a startlingly deep voice when I flinched. The warning sound scared the shit out of me. But when I didn't move or try to get away from him he seemed to calm down, though it was hard for me to tell. He was behind me and I had my eyes squeezed tightly shut.

I groaned when his tongue first shot out between my legs. It felt huge. It seemed to cover my entire mound. My piercing didn't escape the abuse and it was very painful. But I bit my tongue and avoided moving suddenly or making any sounds he might misinterpret. He lapped up my juices and then his tongue slathered the crack of my ass with his hot drool.

I could tell he was getting excited. He was whining and I could hear him prancing around behind me. I slowly opened my eyes and peeked over my shoulder. His entire body was dancing around. It looked like his hips were already humping away, as if his cock was already fucking me.

I wondered for a moment if Delon had changed his mind and the dog was going to fuck me. I wasn't sure that I knew which form of canine rape disgusted me more. I felt like I was going to vomit each time I saw those pictures of women having sex with dogs in my mind or when my mind replayed the words in that narrative about sucking dog's cocks that I just read.

But I knew. In my heart I knew which was worse.

As much as I hated the idea of sucking that huge dog's cock, the idea of getting fucked by him was worse. Women are raised from the time they are little girls to protect and defend their vaginas. We are taught that they are special and that they are to be honored and valued and defended at all costs. So much of our self worth is invested in that small body part. The idea of allowing a dog to rape my pussy violates every concept about my worth as a woman.

That part of my body is supposed to be a gift to my husband. It's from that orifice that my children will one day emerge. My identity as a female is so intertwined with my vagina that they cannot be separated.

There's no doubt that much of that value has been destroyed in the past week. But even so, a dog! I didn't doubt that one day soon it would happen. But even knowing that it was going to happen someday, probably someday soon, I could not conceive of allowing a dog to fuck me.

I realized now that it was inevitable. It was going to happen. But I think that on that day I will have to first become very, very drunk.

Delon allowed his dog to lick my ass and my pussy and my thighs for several minutes. I knew that the foreplay was over when the website guy came around in front of me and got down on his knees.

Delon struggled to pull the dog away from me. The dog wasn't happy about it. He struggled and whined and growled. The beast probably weighs a hundred and fifty pounds. He was crazy with lust. It was not an easy struggle.

Delon finally prevailed. He pulled the dog around in front of me and forced him to lie down on the cum stained blanket. The dog was not going easily. He was frantic, nearly out of his mind with lust.

Delon was finally able to roll him over onto his back but the dog continued to struggle until Delon ordered me to grab his cock.

I gasped when I saw it. I expected a dog that large to have a big cock. But damn! That animal from hell has a bigger cock than Delon! Hell! It was almost as long as Cory's cock! I think it was even fatter than Cory's near the base.

I reached out and carefully wrapped my hand around his cock, ready to pull back in an instant if he snapped at me. He shuddered and calmed down suddenly as if he was trying to decide if he had to defend himself or if this was going to feel as good as he thought it might. I was dismayed to discover that although an awful lot of dog cock was sticking out of the hairy sheath that normally covered it; the fucking thing was still growing!

I knew what to expect from the narrative I just read. I knew that his cock wasn't slimy. I knew that he would start to spray a fine mist of lubricant and that it wouldn't taste all that bad.

I waited a moment to make sure he was going to lie still for this. A disturbing mental image of his large jaws closing around my neck and flinging me around in the air like a terrier with a rat flashed across my mind.

I slowly leaned down and started licking his cock. It was long and thick and smooth, much like a human cock. It's shaped a bit differently. The tip is pointed and there is a hair covered sheath that recedes as his cock gets hard. With my hand wrapped around the base of his cock there was still almost six inches of dog cock exposed.

The first spray of lubricant spewed from his cock just before I took it into my mouth. It looked like a fine spray of Windex coating my hand and his belly. I looked at it in disgust. But then I thought of the alternatives to doing what they wanted and I finally took his cock into my mouth.

The next spurt of lube sprayed my mouth and the back of my throat. I shuddered in disgust. But it was mental anguish. The email I was forced to read was right. The stuff was no worse than the slime that oozed out of a human cock.

I began sucking on the dog's cock and moving my hand up and down the shaft. My eyes were closed. But when I felt the knot growing at the base of his cock I opened my eyes and stared in fascination. It grew much larger than I anticipated. It was nearly the size of a tennis ball before it stopped growing!

I looked at the knot and wondered if it would fit inside of me. I knew from my reading that contrary to the descriptions in most of those erotic stories I was forced to read, a dog cannot tie with a human female. Either the knot grows too large to enter her vagina or on those rare occasions when it does enter her it slips back out instantly.

I guess I'll be finding out which description of dog fucking is accurate soon enough.

The dog stopped twitching and humping up as if trying to fuck my mouth once his knot was fully enlarged. He began to shiver and the first spurts of hot, thick slime entered my mouth. I swallowed immediately. But I noticed a couple of things that were unique to animal cum. As mentioned in the narrative I read it seemed hotter than human cum. A dog's body temperature is higher than a human's so his cum is noticeably warmer.

The taste was different, too. It was even more unpleasant. It had a coppery taste like blood and was much saltier than human cum.

The hardest thing to deal with, though, was that unlike human males, the dog didn't cum in spurts. Not after the first spurt anyway. After that it was a steady stream of nasty gunk. He cums like a man pisses!

After swallowing several large, disgusting mouthfuls I took advantage of a trick I learned earlier and allowed the narrow point at the end of the dog's cock to slip into my throat. His cum shot straight down my throat. From that point on the problem was mental anguish. I was sucking a dog's cock!

The email I read had been vague when it came to how long a dog's orgasm lasts. It said that a dog's orgasm lasts much longer than a human male's. It varies by dog and by circumstance. Sometimes it's over in a few minutes. Some dogs have been known to spurt cock cream into a woman for fifteen minutes or more.

I'll have to wait for the DVD to come out to find out how long it lasted. I know that it seemed to last a very long time. But I put time out of my mind and tried not to think about what I was doing until it was over.

As the dog's orgasm went on and on my mind wandered. It didn't go far. It never left the room. For a long time I was conscious of all those males watching me be humiliated. I was amazed at how silent the room was. No one spoke. No one moved. It was as if everyone was holding their breath until my ordeal was over.

I didn't realize it was over until what seemed like hours later when the dog rolled over and got to his feet. He shook himself and headed for a corner. I guess he needed to relax and have a cigarette.

Delon picked up the leash again and led him back outside. When he returned he stood looking down at me with a cruel grin on his face. When our eyes met he said, "That still leaves five, bitch."

He glared at me for a moment. He looked so proud of himself, as if he had just won a major battle or a sporting event and I was his humbled opponent. I guess in a way that was true. I was truly beaten and most definitely humbled.

Delon and the website guy went over to the desktop computer he brought with him and spoke quietly while the guy packed up his things.

I heard a strange sound and looked over at the couch to see Cindy crying quietly. Jarek and Marcus were groping her. But she was used to that sort of thing. That isn't what had her so upset.

I was amazed at my own reaction to what just happened to me. I was dazed for a few minutes. I sat up on my heels and stared down at the blanket where that dog had just been stretched out before me while I sucked him off. I sucked him off! Oh my god! I did it! Could this really be better than going to prison?!

I finally got to my feet. It was obvious that none of the men wanted anything to do with me now and for that I was more grateful than I can say. I looked around the room. It was almost impossible to describe their expressions. I think that most of them weren't sure how they felt about what they just saw me do.

There were exceptions. Steve was obviously excited. So was Bob Steadman. Mr. Paget and Bob Chase both looked shocked. They looked like they couldn't believe I so meekly submitted to what I just let Delon make me do. But even so, I didn't doubt that if given another opportunity tomorrow they would jump at the chance to fuck me again.

I didn't think that Mr. Paget would be back for the next installment of Shaft's sex life when the beast got to fuck me. He looked a little green around the gills. But I doubt if he would turn down and opportunity to have sex with me himself.

Three of Delon's five friends all seemed mildly amused, not shocked at all. But Cory and Otis looked embarrassed. I could be wrong. But I was getting the impression that they didn't enjoy the show and felt bad about being a part of it.

The reactions of the three young boys were harder to judge. I think that Danny and his brother Todd had both decided to go with Delon's three friends and be amused and maybe a little turned on. Gary looked at me as if I was easily the most disgusting creature on the planet. He may be right.

I looked over at Delon just in time to see the man hand him an envelope. I knew as soon as I saw it what it was. He was paying Delon for my services. I was still too dazed to be mad. I was curious to know how much it was worth for the world to watch me suck a dog's cock. I resolved to ask him later. There's no reason why he shouldn't tell me. He'd probably brag about it, happy to rub my nose in it.

The man left after paying Delon. I almost freaked out when I saw that he wasn't taking his laptop or his camera with him. It didn't take a genius to know that there would be more shows starring me. I'm going to be a star! What young woman doesn't dream of that?!

Delon turned back to the men in the room. He spoke to everyone, but mainly to the three underage boys. He warned them that if anything that happened in this room today got out then it was quite likely that someone would get hurt.

The implication being that the man with the website has friends in low places and has the power to have people hurt. I wasn't paying that much attention. I certainly wasn't going to share this story with anyone!

The men started getting dressed and leaving a few at a time. Steve whispered something to Delon. Seconds later he was pushing me back down on my hands and knees and fucking my ass again.

Christ! He's worse than the kids!

It was almost five o'clock when Delon ordered Cindy and me to put our bikinis back on and leave. He handed me a DVD and told me that it was the recording from yesterday for Doug.

I looked around to make sure Cindy couldn't hear me and asked him if I could have copies of the DVDs he made of Cindy and Helen for Doug.

He grinned and nodded. He left the room and I heard him running up the stairs. He was back a minute later with five more DVDs. He handed them to me and said, "You will, of course, not mention this to either of them."

I nodded.

He looked at me for a moment and asked, "Would you like me to order her to fuck your husband?"

I shook my head and said, "No. I think he'd enjoy that. And to be honest, after all he's been through I want that for him. I think it would lessen my guilt. But I don't want it that way. I don't want to do that to Cindy."

He snorted and said, "Don't be stupid! That's the way she likes it. She wants to be told what to do. That's what turns her on! If I told her it was over, that I wasn't going to make her do this shit anymore, she'd freak out. She wants to be loved. Everyone needs to be loved. But she needs this, too. This has been the most exciting week of her life. If you don't believe me, take her home with you and tell her to undress in front of your husband."

"Me?!"

"Yes. You."

He glanced over at Cindy and started to turn away. I quietly asked, "How much did he pay you for that?"

I was right. He was dying to gloat about it. He grinned and answered, "Five thousand. He said that when shaft fucks you it'll probably be more than twice that much, depending on how many perverts sign up to watch."

"Do you know how many were watching today?"

"Almost six hundred thousand. He expects that to more than double once he posts the pictures and the clips on his site and people see you sucking that mouthful of dog cock. He says that you've become pretty popular. Your page is one of the most popular he has ever put up."

Six hundred thousand people watched me suck a dog's cock! It didn't seem possible that with an audience that large someone I know wouldn't see it. Six hundred thousand people saw me naked, on my knees, with a dog cumming in my mouth. How could I ever be who I was again?!

Cindy came over with a small wad of cloth in her hand. We sorted out our bikinis and put them on. Delon told us he'd call us tomorrow if he wanted us and dismissed us as if he owned us, which I suppose is appropriate.

It took us a few minutes to find our clothes. They were in the garage but not where we left them. I helped Cindy find her purse and we finally left. I invited her across the street for a drink and dinner. She was still having trouble looking me in the eye so I was surprised when she accepted. I wondered for a moment if she wasn't more traumatized by what she just saw me do with that fucking dog than I was!

There were still enough of my neighbors out in their yards to make the walk across the street to my house embarrassing. But embarrassment is becoming relative. Compared to sucking a dog's cock for the amusement of thousands of perverts or fucking four of the men who live on my street, showing my ass was a minor embarrassment.

I was just closing my front door behind us when I saw Delon's father pull into the driveway. That was cutting it close. I glanced at the clock so that in the future I'd know what time he came home. It was ten minutes after six.

Doug was watching us from the doorway into the living room when we came in. Our eyes met and at the same time we asked, "Are you alright?"

He chuckled and exclaimed, "Am I alright?! No one raped me! I guess I'm going to live! What about you? Tell me what I can do."

I sighed and said, "We need a shower. And Cindy needs a drink."

He quietly asked, "What about you?"

"Would you mind?"

"It'll be ready when you come back down."

I pushed the DVDs into his hands and whispered to him that it might be best not to mention that some of them featured Cindy and Helen. I went upstairs with Cindy to take our third shower together today. Or was it the fourth? I was losing count.

Chapter 14

While the water was warming up in the shower I brushed my teeth until my gums were bleeding. I used half a bottle of mouthwash. Then I joined Cindy in the shower. She washed my hair and then started carefully washing my much abused body.

Her soapy hands slid over me and it was very relaxing at first. But as I leaned against the shower wall with my eyes closed her touch slowly became more than relaxing. I couldn't believe that after everything that happened to me today I was starting to feel aroused!

But I was and I think she realized it. She soaped me up thoroughly before she pressed her breasts against my back, carefully took me into her arms and quietly asked, "Can I ask you a question?"

I dreaded the question. From the tone of her voice I was pretty certain that I knew what it was. But we needed each other, now more than ever. I nodded.

She hesitated for a moment before getting up the nerve to ask, "What was it like? Was it as awful as it looked?"

I knew that it was mostly just curiosity. But she has to worry that someday Delon will make her do something like that, too. She's dealing with a different set of circumstances than I am. She isn't being blackmailed. She has a choice. She can refuse. Except that she can't. Not really. She knows that if he orders her to have sex with his dog she'll do it, no matter how horrified she is by what he's ordering her to do.

I thought about it for a moment. How did I really feel about the things I just did? It still made me shudder in revulsion every time I thought about it. But as disgusting as sucking a dog's cock was, and it was truly nasty, I don't think it was the worst thing I did today.

I sighed and tried to explain how I felt to her. I told her about the email Delon made me read before I did it that prepared me for everything that was going to happen. The information that strange, anonymous woman provided helped a lot.

I tried to describe what it had been like. I told her that the hard part to deal with wasn't the physical aspects of it. It was just another cock when you got right down to it. Although there was a hell of a lot of it, the crap coming out of it was just more cum. It was the mental anguish that I had to cope with. That was the real bitch.

A week ago I couldn't have even imagined that I would ever do what I have done today. None of it! Not the dog, the kids, the gangbang, sex with Cindy, and certainly not a televised porn show. But as horrible as it was, sucking a dog's cock wasn't the worst thing I did today.

I hated being forced to have sex with three young boys, especially the two fourteen year olds. That bothered me and I still worried what might happen if they couldn't keep their mouths shut about it.

All those men pissing in my mouth was even more disgusting and much harder to do than sucking a dog's cock. But for me, as strange as it probably sounds, the most humiliating thing I did today was to have sex with Mr. Paget and Bob Chase. Steve and Bob Steadman bothered me too. But Mr. Paget and Bob Chase were friends. I knew their wives. Bob Chase's wife is a close friend.

I knew that Delon had more horrors, worse horrors in store for me. I didn't doubt for a second that before very long I was going to be on my knees at some farm outside of town being raped by all sorts of nasty animals. But in order to maintain my sanity I would compartmentalize that horror. I would keep those horrible things separate from my real life. At least I would try.

I couldn't do that with what I did today with, and to, my friends and my neighbors. I wish that I would never in my life see another animal's cock. It had been every bit as disgusting as I feared. But it was fucking my friends, my long time neighbors that was destroying me.

She took me into her arms and held me, careful not to put too much pressure on my piercings. I slowly turned around in her comforting arms. I put my arms around her and together we enjoyed being held and comforted. I noticed, though, that I didn't cry. I wondered if I was finally running out of tears.

I finally pulled myself together and started washing my new best friend. After I washed her hair I started lathering up her sexy body. Running my hands over her breasts and her hairless pussy served to remind me of the rings that now desecrated my body. I much preferred the way I looked before I acquired the humiliating body jewelry.

But I noticed today that those rings weren't just for show. Even through the pain that remained those rings had an effect on the way I responded to having sex. The pleasant feeling of having a nice hard cock plunging into me had become so much more erotic. I wondered if what I felt now was just a bit more like what it must feel like to have a cock. There was so much more direct stimulation suffusing my body whenever a hard cock was plunging into my warm, wet, needy pussy today.

I don't like having rings in my body. But I think I like the effect they have when I'm being fucked. I wonder what it will be like when I'm able to lay on my back, spread my legs and welcome a man into me for the first time.

While we were drying off, Cindy asked, "Doesn't it bother you that Doug is watching those DVDs?"

"Some of it bothers me. There are some things that I wish he wouldn't see, wouldn't know about. I would have preferred that he never saw those deviates pissing in my mouth. I wish that he wasn't going to see me with the dog."

I paused for a minute and then I asked, "Have you noticed the changes in me this week?"

She smiled and asked, "Do you mean besides the rings?"

But then she got serious and said, "Yes. I have. But to be honest I've been a lot more preoccupied by the changes I've been going through. I never imagined that I would end up like this."

She looked away, blushed and said, "But god help me I'm enjoying the hell out of it."

I lifted her chin and turned her face towards me. I gently kissed her lips and said, "I know. And I think I understand how you feel about it because to a lesser degree I'm going through the same changes you are. I hate Delon and I hate what he's doing to me. And yet sometimes I find myself getting so turned on despite every effort to control myself. I've had so many orgasms this week I couldn't count them all. If I could take it all back I don't know if I would or not. I'd have to think about it long and hard.

"Doug has been going through changes, too. One of those changes is that just like me, he's discovering that he gets aroused by things that he never thought he would.

"Watching those DVDs turns him on like he couldn't believe. Not everything he sees excites him, of course. But a lot of it does. The situation I'm in does. The sight of his once conservative, straight laced, uptight wife being treated like a helpless sex slave by that pervert next door gives him a hard on and I'm glad that it does. He has seen some of the things Delon has made me do at work and that turns him on, too.

"I find that I like it when Doug gets turned on. For one thing it gives me reason to hope that our marriage can survive this. But it's more than that. I've always enjoyed making love to Doug ... well, almost always. I'm honest enough with myself to remember that I was much too self centered before this all started and I was far too ... oh hell! I was a bitch.

"I think that I realized I was a bitch, too. But I thought that was how I was supposed to be. I'm different now and Doug is different now. I don't know how it's going to end. But there are times when we are together and happy now and I feel closer to him than I ever did before. I'm happy for that."

I gave Cindy a toothbrush and we brushed our teeth. I brushed mine before we showered but I could still taste cum and I was afraid that my breath smelled like cum.

I took her to my bedroom and waited with her while she put her dress back on. She cocked an eyebrow at me when she realized that I wasn't getting dressed.

I grinned and explained, "Lately I don't wear a lot of clothes around the house. It started out because I didn't like anything touching the rings. But Doug and I both like me better this way. Does it bother you?"

She smiled and said, "It would have a week ago. No, Brooke. I think you look beautiful. It doesn't bother me at all."

I thought about what Delon said before he let us leave. I wondered how Cindy would react if I ordered her to take her dress off and get down on her knees in front of Doug. I wonder how Doug would react!

I didn't say anything. But if the moment seemed right I decided to find out for myself how they would react after dinner.

We joined Doug in the kitchen. He already had supper almost ready. He doesn't have a drop of Italian blood in him but he makes the best Italian food I've ever eaten. His spaghetti sauce is no exception. He took some sauce out of the freezer when I brought Cindy home for dinner and was heating it up. The garlic bread was ready to go into the oven and the water was heating up for the pasta. Three glasses of our favorite red wine were already poured and waiting on the table.

We sat at the kitchen table and sipped wine. Doug seemed more embarrassed by my nudity than either Cindy or me. Doug knows Cindy, of course. He hired her and he sees her whenever he comes to my office. That used to be pretty often. He's been avoiding it this week.

He doesn't know her intimately the way I do now, though. Over the last couple of days I've described to him about how easily first Cindy and then Helen submitted to Delon and how much they seem to enjoy the things he makes them do now. That knowledge didn't make it any easier for us to find a neutral topic of discussion while we waited for dinner.

Doug said, "I don't suppose you want to discuss the day's events?"

I smiled and replied, "Not all of it. You'll see the DVD in a day or two I'm afraid. It's going to be a bad one. But Cindy and I spent a lot of time eating pussy. You'll like that part."

They both blushed at that. But it gave me another idea for something to do after dinner. Because the truth is, like most men, I was certain that Doug would really enjoy seeing that happen right before his eyes.

With a straight face Doug said, "I guess I won't ask you when you're going to wash my car."

My answer was to show him my middle finger. On a more serious note I asked, "Did you see who was there today?"

The smile left his face and he nodded.

I sighed and said, "I don't know how I'm going to be able to face Carol or Mrs. Paget now. Mr. Paget was the only half decent guy there today. Bob was nearly as bad as Delon. And that guy that moved in up the street last year. His name is Steve. He's at least as big an asshole as Delon!"

After a short, uncomfortable silence we changed the subject. There was no more talk of sex or of the things that were happening across the street. Doug made and served supper and basked in Cindy's compliments about his cooking. He should. He deserves them.

I bragged about how he did half the cooking and half the housework, too. Doug wasn't comfortable with that subject either. But I'm proud of him and I like bragging about him.

We took the last of our wine into the living room after dinner. Doug sat in his recliner and I sat in my chair. Cindy was about to sit on the couch when in a stern voice I said, "Cindy. Don't sit down. Take your dress off ... now!"

It was hard to tell whether Cindy or Doug was more shocked. But there was an instant change in the atmosphere in the room. I looked into Cindy's eyes and I realized immediately that this was going to work. This was going to be fun. I could tell by the expressions that both of them were trying to hide.

Cindy put her glass down and turned to face us. She was blushing like crazy but she slowly removed her dress while Doug stared as if he couldn't quite believe that this was happening to him.

We watched her undress and when she was naked I ordered her to stand beside Doug's chair so that he could, "check out her cunt and her nice little tits."

She suppressed a grin and tried to look suitably humble as she stood there and let my husband feel her up.

Doug glanced at me from time to time as if he couldn't believe that I was okay with this even though I was the one giving the orders. For my part I discovered that I kind of liked giving orders.

It wasn't as much fun as being told what to do. Like Cindy, I've discovered that I enjoy being "used." I don't like it when it's taken to the extremes to which Delon is taking it. But it could be very exciting. It could, in a strange way, set me free to enjoy sex more than I ever have before.

Now I was discovering that it was fun being on the other side of the coin, too.

I was a little surprised myself when I realized that I like using Cindy to turn my husband on. I think that I would do anything for Doug, especially now. I owe him a lot after what I've put him through. But doing things like this for him, things that would have been inconceivable a week ago were a lot more fun than I realized. Even after what Cindy and I went through today, this was exciting.

I let Doug explore her sexy body for a few minutes before I said, "Cindy, you owe me for all the pleasure I gave you today. Spread that afghan out on the floor in front of Doug. You're going to eat my pussy for a while before I let Doug have you."

She obeyed instantly, once Doug finally drew his fingers out of her sopping wet pussy.

I waited until she finished spreading the afghan on the carpet. I stretched out on the floor at my husband's feet and rested my hand on his leg. I smiled up at him and said, "Cindy, eat my cunt. And if you know what's good for you, you'll show a lot more enthusiasm than you did when you were sucking all the cum out of it earlier."

She dove between my legs and started kissing and licking my thighs. Just before her lips reached my pussy I lifted my legs. Without any further instruction she changed course and began to eat my asshole as if it was the sweetest treat in the world.

While she drove her tongue into my ass I said to Doug, "Wait until you try this, babe. Sweet little Cindy is very good at eating ass. I think you're going to really enjoy having her tongue up inside of you."

Doug looked down at us as if dumbstruck. Cindy just moaned and worked my ass for all she was worth. She's really is very good at it. I nearly had an orgasm while she was eating my ass. But after letting her please me that way for several very enjoyable minutes I lowered my legs back down to the floor. She didn't even hesitate. She demonstrated to my husband and me how good she has become at eating pussy in the last few days.

She teased the sensitive skin around my clit with the tip of her tongue, being very careful not to irritate the piercing. She did an excellent job and I was well satisfied by the time I pushed her over onto her back and got up on top of her.

The sixty-nine that followed lasted for a very long time. It was almost impossible to keep up with the orgasms we enjoyed. I never forgot about Doug sitting right there watching us. And knowing he was there and enjoying the show made it much more exciting for me. But primarily this was about Cindy and me pleasing each other.

We kept it up until I couldn't take it any longer. I think Cindy would have continued all night if I let her. But I finally sat up and moved out of the way. I smiled up at Doug and asked, "Would you like to fuck this slutty cunt, darling?"

He grinned and jumped to his feet. While he was ripping his clothes off I said, "If you would prefer I'll prepare her ass. You can fuck her anywhere you like. And by that I mean you can fuck her at work, too. You can fuck her in her office, in my office, on the work floor with everyone watching. You can fuck her mouth or her slutty cunt or her ass. She's just like me now. She's fuck meat. She's a piece of ass for men to use and abuse."

I smiled down at Cindy and asked, "Aren't you, sweetheart?"

"Oh god yes!!"

Doug dropped to his knees between her legs. He pulled my head closer and kissed my lips. He smiled and licked her pussy juice from around my lips and said, "That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen. If this is what it's like to be married to fuck meat then I wouldn't have it any other way."

I smiled and guided his cock into her pussy as he moved into position over her. I pulled my hand away and watched my wonderful husband fuck my new best friend violently. I was surprised at how exciting it was. I'll admit that before I actually saw it happening I was a little nervous. I was afraid that when I saw it happen I might have doubts. I don't. It's a huge turn on.

It was obvious that they didn't have any doubts either. I watched them for a few minutes before I stretched out beside Cindy. She turned her head to smile at me and we kissed. We continued to kiss and as my husband fucked her well used pussy I reached between them and teased her lust swollen clit.

She started cumming immediately. Her orgasms were loud and violent. I could only imagine how her tight little cunt must be clamping down on Doug's cock. It obviously felt very good to him, too. He started cumming before her orgasm ended.

He remained in place on top of her after he came. I removed my hand and he continued to slowly grind his pubic bone against her while they smiled at each other. I watched as she quickly built up to another orgasm just from having him grind his pelvis against her.

I didn't say anything. But I found myself wondering if Delon planned to have her pierced, too. It looked like what they were doing might be more interesting with a ring through her clit.

Doug stayed over Cindy for a few minutes, enjoying the way her hot pussy felt on his cock. He looked over to make sure I wasn't upset. I think it must have been obvious how happy I was for him, for both of them. He smiled and quietly said, "I love you."

I chuckled and said, "I'll bet that's something you never thought you'd say while you had your dick stuck in another woman's pussy."

He and Cindy both laughed. Cindy said, "I can't believe you two! But I think it's great the way you are handling this."

We finally got up and finished our wine. We were more relaxed now and we were able to talk more openly about the things that were happening to us. I found that being able to talk about those things so openly, especially with someone else that is experiencing what I am, somehow made me feel a little better about myself.

Cindy lives alone and has no boyfriend. So rather than send her home to an empty apartment I ordered her to spend the night. She didn't mind at all. I gave her a t-shirt to put on. It only came down half way over her cute little ass. I sent her out in only her shoes and the t-shirt to move her car out of the street and park it in our driveway.

While she was moving her car I made Doug comfortable on the couch and put one of Delon's DVDs on to entertain him. I took Cindy's shirt back as soon as she returned and ordered her to suck my husband's cock while he watched the DVD. I watched them for a few minutes before going into the kitchen and cleaning up.

Delon hadn't said anything about doing my homework at nine o'clock so I had to assume it was still required. At nine I went up to the computer room and turned everything on. It's a good thing I did. He was online and so were most of the others. We were joined by a growing number of newcomers. Nearly two dozen new men were there to witness my humiliation this evening. I wondered as they logged on if any of them were my newly debauched neighbors. I knew Steve would get a kick out of the things Delon was making me do.

I opened up the first of the twelve photographs I was required to look at and began teasing my pussy. I had to keep an eye on the obscene comments on the side of my screen in case anyone was telling me to do something or asking me a question. But as usual, they were talking among themselves about me, not to me.

I knew it was just a coincidence. It had to be. But all twelve pictures in the first set of twelve this evening featured sex with animals. I looked at all those unwilling, unhappy women and knew what it was like to be them. Many of them were crying while performing those perverted acts to amuse a man or a group of men. None of the women in this batch of pictures seemed to be willing performers.

The pictures were disgusting. But even more disturbing, as I sat there playing with myself to amuse close to two dozen men I discovered that on this night, even after the traumatic day I've had, I wasn't remaining totally unaffected.

I felt sorry for those poor women. But I imagined myself in their place in those pictures and now it wasn't all in the abstract. I have sucked a dog's cock and swallowed his cum. I know what his cock feels like in my hand and in my mouth. It's only been hours since I performed that perverted act for the amusement of the men who enjoyed humiliating and degrading and using me. I can vividly remember the smells and the sounds and the tastes.

I have no doubt that there are already photographs of me with a dog's cock in my mouth on the internet. Perverts all around the world might be masturbating while looking at me with a dog ejaculating in my mouth at this very moment!

The first eight pictures were of women on their hands and knees sucking and fucking dogs. In the next two pictures the women were strapped down to benches, totally helpless while large dogs had sex with them. I was able to relate to them. I wasn't strapped down. But I was helpless or I would never have submitted to such a perverse act. Still, I could appreciate the subtle difference. I couldn't help wondering what it would be like to be restrained that way. It's scary enough the way Delon made me do it.

The last two photos were of a young girl I recognized from previous pictures. She was with a different horse this time. It startled me that I knew that. The girl wasn't crying in these pictures. But there was a dazed look on her face that upset me. She looked so totally helpless, so lost and hopeless that it broke my heart.

In the first picture she had the head of the horse's huge cock in her mouth. In the second her face and her tits were covered in white cream. It was over. The horse had cum. But she still had that look on her face.

It made me ill to think that this is what excites Delon and his growing number of perverted friends. This is what they want to see happen to me. But the fate of that poor young girl concerned me even more. I felt the need to somehow help her. Realistically I knew that there was no way I could ever find her. But more than all the other women I've seen in those pictures her fate weighed heavy on my mind.

I closed the picture viewer and opened the story I was reading. I returned to the place where I left off but before I got started, Delon pointed out that this was not where I left off.

I was surprised to learn that he was keeping track. It added significantly to my embarrassment when I was forced to admit that I read some of the story earlier today. I didn't tell him that it was to prepare me to go to his house this morning.

The men who were watching me seemed amused that I was reading on my own now. I didn't try to explain my reasoning. They wouldn't understand and it didn't matter what they thought.

I played with my tender, well fucked pussy and read the disgusting story that Delon provided for my reading pleasure. Occasionally my mind would wander. I wondered for a moment what kind of person spends their time writing this crap. They should be locked up. They're sick!

But once again I found that after all the things Delon has done to me this week it was much easier to imagine myself doing the things I was reading about. And once again I was disturbed when I began to detect signs of my own arousal as I read.

Delon let me stop reading after fifteen minutes. I was relieved because if I continued reading much longer I might have ended up masturbating for real. That would have been very embarrassing because the story had gotten really disgusting.

Instead of looking at twelve more pictures tonight, Delon ordered me to spend an hour answering emails from my fans.

I was afraid to even open my email now. And I had no idea how to respond to all of those perverts and their disgusting requests. I made the mistake of telling Delon that. He warned me that I had better start and I had better be nice to them or he'd start answering my emails and making dates for me.

He would, too!

I opened my email program and groaned in dismay. There were hundreds of new emails! Most of the new ones were from men and even a few women who watched me suck a dog's cock this afternoon.

I started going through them. There are a lot of really sick fucks out there! I wasn't making any progress at all until I found a way to speed it up. I wrote out a vague but nasty response that was general enough to respond to most of the comments and after copying it I pasted it into nearly every response I sent out.

There were a few emails that required something more specific from me. But the generic response satisfied most of them. I worked as fast as I could without really paying that much attention to what I was reading until just before I quit for the night.

I came across an email from someone who knew me! He provided enough information about me and about my past that I knew he was someone that knew me and has known me for a long time. From the things he or she said I realized that they were someone who knew me while I was still in school. They either went to school with me or lived near me. He, I have to assume it's a he, wasn't just jerking me around. It was obvious that he had known me pretty well back then. But he didn't identify himself.

He has been downloading the pictures that Delon is posting to that sick website and he paid to watch me suck that dog's cock today. He has already ordered the DVD! That was the first I've heard of the DVD being sold but I wasn't surprised.

He asked me some very personal questions about the things he has seen me doing in the pictures. I couldn't answer him. Not yet. My mind was blown by the fact that someone I knew was following my journey into perversion. I suppose it was inevitable. It was something that I feared would happen. It was just as unsettling as I feared it would be. I did take comfort from the impression I got that he didn't know where I live now.

I put that email aside until tomorrow. I would have to think about my response to that one. I answered a couple dozen more with my copy and paste response. When I was finished for the night I created a folder and moved the answered emails into it. I managed to answer close to seventy-five emails with the copy and paste method. I deleted another couple hundred spam messages. It was daunting to see how many unopened emails remained to be answered. There were still nearly four hundred of them!

I was nearly as upset by all the spam. I never received this much spam before Delon put my email address on that fucking website!

I shut down my computer finally and went down the hall to rejoin my husband and Cindy. They went to bed an hour ago. When I entered my bedroom I found Doug lying in bed on his stomach. Cindy was between his legs eating his ass like a pro. Doug smiled up at me and said, "You were right. She's very good at this."

I kissed him and went into the bathroom. I used the toilet and washed up. I brushed my teeth and stood staring at my reflection in the mirror. I was amazed that I could recognize myself after all I've been through. But I did see changes. There were the rings, of course. But there were other more subtle changes in my face. Something in my eyes was different. I think that something has been taken from me that can never be returned.

I finally went back out into the bedroom and stretched out on the bed beside Doug. Cindy was still between his legs but she was no longer working between the cheeks of his ass. She was resting now, her pretty face using his ass for a pillow.

I laughed and asked, "Are you comfortable, Cindy?"

They smiled at me as I joined them. Doug pulled me closer and we kissed for a moment. It seemed strange to be kissing my husband while seeing Cindy resting her head on his ass and watching us.

I was finally calming down after going through those disturbing and disturbed emails when Doug said, "Cindy told me what happened today."

He could have just run an icicle through my heart and obtained the same result! My heart stopped and my blood turned cold. I looked into his eyes, trying to read his mind. The last thing in the world that I wanted Doug to picture in his mind was me on my knees with a dog's cock in my mouth.

He smiled sympathetically and said, "Relax. It doesn't change anything between us. And you know he's going to give you the DVD to give me in a day or two."

I quietly asked, "How can you kiss me after I've done that?"

Cindy nipped the cheek of his ass just then and said, "He got a hard on when I told him about it."

I looked at him in shock. Doug! My Doug! I don't believe it!

He blushed, embarrassed by the truth of it.

I asked, "That turned you on? I can't imagine you even wanting to be in the same room with a woman who has done that, much less get a hard on!"

He sighed and said, "I'm sorry. I know it had to be awful. I can't explain it. I think that a week ago I would have been ill if I heard the story Cindy told me while you were in the computer room. It isn't like I want to see it. I certainly wouldn't have wanted to be there. I'm not going to run down to the pound tomorrow and get a dog.

"But we discussed the changes we're going through. I've seen you on those DVDs getting turned on by some pretty outrageous things. Watching them, and watching you getting excited by some pretty extreme, totally inappropriate behavior probably has a little to do with how I'm reacting. I've always enjoyed seeing you get excited. You have to admit I didn't get to see that as often as I wanted to over the last eight years. You were not the easiest woman to get turned on."

He was right and I felt awful about it. But I vowed that wouldn't be a problem again. Not only would I never again rebuff any attempt by my long suffering husband to get into my pants, but I had every intention of instigating sex often. It turned out to be a lot of fun the first couple of times I tried it.

Doug continued, "And now this, the things we've done with Cindy this evening. It's all having an effect. Remember what you said, Brooke. You'd much rather I have an erection than have to deal with the alternative. You can't throw a woman like Cindy at me, tell me to enjoy myself and then expect me to behave the way I did two weeks ago. Lines are being crossed. I'm having my boundaries adjusted just as you are. It doesn't change how I feel about you. But it changes me.

"I can't explain why my dick got hard when she told me about it. I swear it didn't excite me. I have no intention of watching the DVD when he gives it to you. I don't know, maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe it had something to do with what Cindy was doing at the time. I'm changing. But I know I haven't changed so much that what happened to you today is acceptable."

He was right about the changes we're going through. And it isn't so much that I'm bothered that hearing about the things Delon did to me turned him on. I think I can understand this from his perspective. He's dealing with our exposure to my forced submission, just like I am. Some of the things he has seen turned him on just like some of it turned me on.

The thing that disturbs me the most is that more and more of the kinky shit Delon makes me do seem to be turning me on, turning us both on. I don't mind broadening my horizons. I don't even mind playing at being "fuck meat" anymore. Not as much as I did anyway. I just don't want that to be my life.

The sort of things that I'm being forced to do now, and the things we did on our own tonight with Cindy, those are fun and I wouldn't mind doing more of them. But I want some version of my real life back eventually.

Cindy crawled up between Doug and me and we turned the lights out. I think we were all too wound up to go right to sleep, though. We lay in the dark and talked quietly. Unlike earlier when we tried to avoid the subject it was almost all about sex now. I discovered that some of the things we discussed are much easier to talk about in the dark.

Cindy asked me what I did on the computer with Delon every night. I told her, describing those awful stories and the disgusting pictures. I told her about the website where he's been posting my pictures and is posting hers now as well.

She said she wanted to see it. I thought she'd prefer not to. But I told her I'd show it to her in the morning. Cindy and I were still talking quietly when Doug drifted off to sleep. But we both had a hard day and we didn't last much longer.

I awoke in the morning to see Cindy sucking on Doug's hard cock. They didn't stop what they were doing. But they looked over to make sure I wasn't upset. I smiled and rolled over onto my side to watch.

Cindy saw that I wasn't upset and returned to the task at hand.

It wasn't the first time I saw her sucking Doug's cock. But it was a much more relaxed atmosphere this morning. There were no games. I wasn't giving orders and she wasn't playing slave girl. It was just a nice, slow, good morning blowjob. It was surprisingly interesting to watch. I felt like a voyeur in my own bed. I discovered that I kind of enjoyed voyeurism.

I looked at her and thought, "Sometimes, when I'm doing that, that's what I look like. That's kind of sexy!"

And it was. Watching them was unexpectedly arousing. But after all the abuse my body suffered last night I needed to let my piercings rest. They were making their presence known this morning with a very uncomfortable throbbing.

I watched quietly until Doug came in her mouth. She swallowed easily and then kissed the head of his cock affectionately before he scrambled up and rushed to the bathroom.

She smiled at me and asked, "Okay?"

I pulled her back up beside me and kissed her puffy lips before I answered, "Totally."

We lay on our sides facing each other. She rested her head just inches from mine on my pillow and said, "I've always liked Doug. Everyone likes Doug. But I don't think I realized what a remarkable man he is. You're very lucky. It may sound weird. But I think you may even be lucky you crossed paths with Delon, as awful as that probably sounds.

"Please don't be mad, Brooke. But the truth is that you were a bitch. You've changed a lot in a week. You've changed for the better. It might be that down the road, Delon has saved your marriage. You and Doug might have been able to stay together the way you were. But you wouldn't have been happy. I think that once you find a way out of this mess you are both going to be much happier than you were before. And I hope we can still be friends. Because I like the new you. I like you a lot."

That had been pretty deep. And I was surprised to find that I thought she was right. I kissed her again and said, "I want you to be my friend. And I owe you an apology. I apologize for the way I've treated you. Because you're right, I was a bitch. But mostly I apologize for what I thought about you. All this time I've been thinking that you were an excellent worker, but not too bright. What you just said, though. That was extremely perceptive."

She chuckled, not bothered at all by my honesty. She said, "You don't owe me an apology. I'm really not that bright. But sometimes I'm pretty good at reading people. Or at least I'm good at reading people I know. I seem to be very bad at choosing men to date. And now it's going to be even harder. I've changed as much as you have this week. Suddenly I have an entirely new mental picture of the perfect man."

I said, "I wish I wasn't so sore. I would really love to hug you right now. You are so fucking sweet! I'm happy about one thing, though. I'm so glad you realize that Delon or someone like him is not what you're looking for. I was worried when you seemed to fall under his spell so quickly, so completely."

She shook her head and replied, "No. I mean, I love playing the game. I've learned a lot about myself. The things I've done in the last few days have been more exciting than I could ever explain to a sane person.

"But this isn't the life I want to live. I would love to find a strong, adventurous man who loves me with all his heart but enjoys a somewhat milder version of these games. Not all the time, but sometimes, when we're in the mood for it. I've totally changed my concept of the perfect man for me. I'm pretty certain that I've made the search that much harder and it was pretty damned frustrating to start with. But at least I know what I'm looking for now. That has to be an advantage."

Doug came in from the bathroom and put his shorts on. He went downstairs to make coffee and I took Cindy to my computer room to show her the website where I was pretty certain that her pictures are being posted right along with mine now.

When Delon first visited the website on my computer and logged in he told my computer to save his user name and password. I'm assuming that he wants me to visit the site. He wants me to see what hundreds of thousands of men around the world are seeing.

There were a few teaser pictures of me on the site's home page. But I have my own page now. Visitors need only click on one of my pictures to be taken there. All of my pictures are there now. Hundreds of photographs and dozens of movie clips, including a long clip of me sucking a dog's cock and several clips of men pissing in my mouth.

There were pictures of Cindy right beside mine on the home page. Lucky girl! Cindy has her own page now, too. And just like my page, hers included her stats, her name, and her email address.

Cindy was surprised. But not as shocked as I would have expected. I explored the site with her for a few minutes and then emailed the address to her. I don't know Delon's password. But the site is free. She only has to register and she can set up her own user name and password.

I returned to the home page and scrolled down. There were pictures of dozens of girls and women, most of whom had their own collection of pictures on the site. I recognized far too many of them, including that underage young girl whose pictures are preying on my mind.

I checked my email next. I showed Cindy what she had to look forward to now that her email address was posted with her pictures. I had more than a hundred new emails just since last night, including one from the mysterious man from my past. I didn't open them. I saved that disturbing task for later.

Having seen the pictures of her that were available on line and been made aware of some of the consequences, Cindy was a bit more subdued when we joined Doug for coffee and a light breakfast. We talked about the things the three of us did yesterday after Delon let us go home and agreed that we all had a good time. We were at the mercy of Delon's schedule. But we planned to get together again soon.

Cindy went home after breakfast. Like me, she needed to go shopping and do laundry. After she left, Doug put jeans and shoes on and got ready to do the yard work. I cleaned house, did a few loads of laundry and put together a shopping list. We didn't need much. Neither one of us has had much of an appetite this past week.

Unlike what I've always done in the past I didn't save a couple of rooms for Doug to clean. I dusted and vacuumed the entire house. Beyond that there wasn't much that needed to be done. I dressed in one of the sexy outfits that Delon and his friends provided for me and went to the grocery store before noon. There would be plenty of time to do what little laundry remained when I got home.

I was half way through my grocery shopping when my cell phone rang. I answered it nervously when I saw who was calling.

Delon asked me where I was. I told him. I was on the spice aisle of the grocery store. He asked me to look around and tell him who else was on that aisle. I knew it wasn't idle curiosity and that something bad was about to happen.

I could have lied. I could have told him anything and he wouldn't know the difference. But I looked up and down the aisle and described the other people moving up and down the aisle. There weren't that many. There was a harried looking woman with two preteens, a boy and a girl. There were two women shopping alone and two couples, one about my age and one in their forties or early fifties.

Delon said, "Lift your skirt up to your waist and pull your panties off. Drape them over the side of your cart and leave them there until you get out to your car after you check out. Call me while the carryout boy is loading the groceries in your car."

I looked around nervously. It didn't look like anyone was watching. But I knew that would change as soon as I began to do what Delon just ordered me to do. A woman just doesn't pull her skirt up to her waist and remove her underwear in the middle of a grocery store. It's the sort of thing that will attract the attention of the other shoppers.

I knew in my heart that I could just continue shopping and tell him later that I did what he ordered me to do. I could just go on with my shopping and he would never know the difference. I will never be able to explain why I didn't do just that.

I tried not to look at the people around me as I quickly lifted my skirt up to my waist and stripped my panties off. I draped them over the side of my grocery cart the way Delon ordered and then sped off down the aisle to get away from the people who were all now staring at me in shock.

The mother of the young boy and girl looked like she was going to have a heart attack. Our eyes met for a fraction of a second. I could see that she wanted to tell me off but was still in shock. Her two kids, a boy about eight or nine and a girl perhaps a year older, were both standing there with their mouths wide open.

I almost stopped to apologize. But there was nothing I could have said that would have made sense to her. There is simply no way to explain what I just did. It was best that I get the hell out of there.

I rushed up and down the remaining aisles. My shopping list was forgotten now. I had no idea what I was putting in my cart after that. I was only aware of all the people who noticed my slutty underwear, hand-me-downs from Cory's incarcerated sister, draped over the side of the cart. Not many of my fellow shoppers failed to notice that slutty little piece of brightly colored nylon.

And of course once the panties attracted their attention it was like an invitation to take a closer look at my body. They looked at me in my slutty dress and then they noticed that my top was so thin they could see my long, hard nipples and the rings that hung from them.

I left a trail of gawking grocery shoppers as I moved down aisle after aisle. As upsetting as it was that so many strangers, civilians as it were, were seeing me like this, seeing so much of my breasts and the slutty underwear draped over the side of my cart, the more humiliating aspect of what Delon was making me do here today was that I was becoming aware that I was getting turned on! That made me furious. And I knew it wasn't over. Delon had something else planned for me and I feared that I had a good idea what it was going to be.

I hurried to the checkout line, expecting at any moment to be pulled aside by the store manager and kicked out of the store. At first no one noticed. But I was watching the teenage girl who was ringing up my order when she reached out to pick up something that needed to be weighed and she spotted my brightly colored little panties. She gasped loudly and dropped the tomatoes. She turned bright red and looked me in the eye as if by doing so she could figure out what the hell was wrong with me.

It got even worse when I pushed the cart through so that the bag boy could put my groceries in it. He stared at my underwear until he finished bagging and loading my groceries.

He wasn't the only one that noticed. Several other shoppers and the girl at the register behind me all noticed. I didn't know how I was ever going to be able to come back here after this. But I knew that Delon would insist on it.

When I finally rushed out of the store with the carryout boy following behind with my groceries I was able to take a breath for the first time in ten minutes. I was so relieved that I almost forgot that I had to call Delon. I knew that something else bad was going to happen. But at least whatever it was wouldn't happen in front of a young mother and her two preteens.

While the young man loaded my groceries in my trunk I dialed Delon's number. Except to say, "Let me talk to him when he finishes," he didn't speak to me.

When the young man stood up and smiled I thanked him and said, "Someone wants to speak to you."

He looked at me curiously when I held out the phone. But he took it and held it up to his ear. I watched as he began to blush and a shocked look wiped his nervous smile from his pimply face. He didn't speak except to occasionally say, "Yeah."

His eyes moved over my body while he listened. Then he closed the phone, handed it back to me and said, "Is this a joke?"

I sighed and shook my head. I said, "I'm afraid not."

He stared at me, still not believing whatever it was that Delon told him.

I've been shopping in this grocery store for years. I have a nodding acquaintance with nearly everyone who works there, including this young man. Not even a man! He was probably no older than Delon! He has bagged and carried out my groceries on numerous occasions.

He stared at me now as if his brain had shut down completely. Then, without a word he started to push the empty shopping cart away.

I called out, "Wait! What did he say?"

The kid blushed and then looked around to see if anyone was near enough to overhear him. Finally he almost whispered. "He told me to tell you to ... to pull out your..."

He sighed loudly and said, "He used the word ... tits. He told me to tell you to pull out your tits and suck my ... to get in your back seat and you would..."

He couldn't make himself say it.

I groaned and said, "Don't go. If he said that I have to do it."

Why was I doing this?! There wasn't one chance in a thousand that Delon would find out I didn't do it if I just let the kid walk away. And even if he did find out, what was he going to do? Make me suck a dog's cock?!

But I unlocked the car doors with the key fob and opened the back door. I climbed in and slid over. Then, while he stood there watching in disbelief I unbuttoned the sexy little dress I was wearing and bared my breasts.

He stared for what seemed like forever. I didn't know what he was going to do. And if that wasn't bad enough the parking lot was busy. People were coming and going, hopefully too wrapped up in their own lives to notice me.

Finally the kid made up his mind. He glanced around furtively and then climbed into the back seat with me. He shut the door. It was a bit on the warm side but I preferred what little privacy I could get to comfort.

I looked down at the bulge in the front of his pants and said, "Go ahead. Take it out."

While he struggled to free his hard cock I moved from the seat down onto the floor and watched. As soon as his cock sprang free I dove for it. I gave him the most enthusiastic blowjob I possibly could. I was terrified that someone, perhaps that mother and her two kids, would see what was happening in my back seat and call the cops.

I thought that it would be over quickly. He's young and horny and it has been my experience that horny young men don't have a lot of self control. But it seemed like every time he got close to cumming a car would pull in or out of a nearby parking space or someone would go walking past talking loudly and he would all but freak out.

It must have taken me twenty minutes to suck that kid off. I went back and forth between being terrified of getting caught and worried about the meat and dairy products in my trunk.

He finally clamped down with the hand that was holding onto my breast and filled my mouth with cum. I nearly choked as the pain from my pierced nipple exploded. I had asked him to be careful but he forgot all about that when his orgasm took control.

I pulled his hand away from my boob but kept my mouth over his cock until he finished filling my mouth with cum and I was able to swallow. When it was over I sat up and started putting my clothing back in order.

He blushed as he put his cock away and whispered, "Sorry. I never ... no one has ever ... that was wonderful. Thank you."

I couldn't help it. I had to smile. I said, "It's okay. I understand. You better get going now. I don't want you to get in trouble."

He was still bright red. But he smiled self consciously and said, "See you next week, Mrs. Causey."

I don't think I realized before that he knew my name!

I smiled and nodded. But I couldn't help thinking about how embarrassing it was going to be if I did see him next week.

I waited until he was inside the store before I got out. I looked around, relieved that no one seemed to notice what I just did. I got in behind the wheel, started the car and sat there for a few minutes with the air conditioner blowing on me. It was several more minutes before I was calm enough to drive home.

Chapter 15

I managed to make it home without running into anything. Doug was finished with the yard work. I opened the garage door. We kept it closed now because of the big pile of evidence against me sitting there in need of bodywork.

My phone rang just as I shut the car off. I was forced to amuse Delon with the details of my exploits at the grocery store. I had to describe the reactions of the people who witnessed me removing my underwear and then the events in the parking lot.

Doug came out to help me with the groceries. He got there just in time to hear me describe the blowjob I gave to the carryout boy. I saw the sympathy on his face. But I'm pretty certain that I also detected a twitching in his pants.

Before Delon hung up he said, "Cory is coming over in a few minutes to look at your car. I'm not going to need your services today. I fucked Helen after she came home from church. It was hilarious. You should have seen her face when she opened her front door and saw me standing there. Her husband was upstairs changing clothes. I bent her over in the living room and fucked her while she listened for her husband to come back down.

"And do you know what? That crazy bitch came so hard she almost blacked out!"

He laughed derisively and told me that he would see me in the morning.

Doug and I carried the groceries in. While we put everything away I told him what Delon made me do at the store. He tried to act sympathetic. And I guess he did feel sorry for me. But once again the strange things that Delon made me do had an effect on Doug. I saw the bulge in his pants and dropped to my knees in front of him. I didn't want to seem unappreciative.

I was still fishing his cock out of his pants when the doorbell rang. I exclaimed, "Fuck!"

I looked up at Doug and said, "That's Cory. He's here to look at my car. I promise. I'll take care of this as soon as he leaves."

Doug smiled and helped me up. As he zipped his pants back up he said, "Anticipation is half the fun."

I answered the door. Cory came in and stood just inside the front door. He and Doug looked each other over for a moment without a word. I introduced them and then led the way to the garage. Doug followed us.

The outer garage door was still open. I expected Cory to come in that way and I thought he would need the light. He examined my car, pointed out what I already knew about the damage and said, "It's a popular car and this color was popular that year. Finding replacement parts will be a snap. The problem will be finding a fender and bumper in the same color that are as well preserved as your car.

"There's a noticeable difference between cars this age that are garaged and kept washed and waxed. Your car looks almost new. If you put a fender and bumper from a car that stayed in the driveway soaking up all that sun for five years you'll notice the difference. I'll match your car as close as I can. But I highly recommend that after I've replaced the parts you get it detailed and trade it in. You really need to get rid of it. That's the only way you'll be safe. If you trade it in they'll take it to the auction and the chances are it will end up either out of state or in another part of the state. Once it's out of the area and changed hands a couple of times you'll be pretty safe."

I thanked him. Then Doug came over and offered to shake his hand. He said, "I really appreciate what you're doing for us."

Cory was in his element discussing cars. Now that our business was concluded he seemed uncomfortable. He looked at me and then at Doug and said, "I know that you know that I've had sex with Brooke. Maybe you've seen the DVD. I could do it again now if I wanted to. Delon already said I could before I came over. I know that sucks for you. But I wondered if I could ask you a favor?"

Doug nodded.

Cory looked like he was blushing. He was actually embarrassed! He cleared his throat and hesitated for a moment before saying, "You are gonna think this is silly. Either that or your gonna be pissed. I mean, I know we already did it and all. But there's this thing I've read about on the internet that really turns me on. I've never done it. But I think about it a lot.

"Delon would probably just tell you to do it. But I'm not like him. Hell! I don't think anyone is like him. How pissed off would you be if I asked you to watch me doing Brooke? That's my fantasy. I get off thinking about doing a woman with her husband watching.

"You can say no. I'll still fix your car. And I ain't gonna call the cops or nothing. It's just something..."

He shrugged and looked at Doug, trying to read his mind.

I turned to look at Doug. I think that I saw something that Cory didn't. Doug was trying very hard to act like he was only just controlling his temper. He didn't smile. He didn't say or do anything. Not for a minute or two.

I think that Cory was just about to leave when Doug said, "Sure. Okay. Go ahead. Do whatever you want to her. I'll watch."

Cory looked like he wasn't quite sure it wasn't some sort of trick. But Doug kept a straight face and asked, "Where do you want to do this?"

Cory cleared his throat and said, "Right here. I want her to suck my cock for a minute and then I want to fuck her over the fender of her car while you watch."

I glanced at the open garage door. I didn't mind the sex part. But anyone going by on the street or the sidewalk would be able to see us.

I started to point that out to them but Doug interrupted. He snarled, "Shut up, bitch! Strip!"

I'm not sure who was more shocked, me or Cory!

Doug backed up and leaned against the fender of his Lincoln. Cory and I were frozen in place. I don't think that either one of us could quite believe Doug's response to Cory's request.

Doug sounded very impatient when he snapped, "I said strip, bitch! Get that fucking dress off so Cory and fuck you."

I don't think that this was what Cory had in mind. I'm willing to bet that his fantasy was to fuck me while my husband was forced to watch in despair as his darling wife was despoiled before his eyes.

But I looked into Cory's eyes and saw that he was more than happy to settle for this scenario. He turned and watched as I slowly removed my dress. I wasn't that upset about undressing in front of Cory after all the times I've already had sex with him in one manner or another. I was far more concerned about the open garage door.

Aside from the possibility that I'd be seen by people going by the house, I wondered how Doug was going to feel about me after this was over. He has seen me sucking Delon's cock in person. I remembered now that the second time he witnessed it he didn't seem very upset. So maybe he really is getting turned on by this.

But I wondered if he recognized Cory from those DVDs. I mean, did he realize that Cory was the boy with almost a foot of cock? Did he really want to see me getting fucked up close and personal by that long, black cock?

Cory watched me undress. As soon as I was naked, he looked around the garage and located a cushion from a lawn chair. He tossed it on the floor and quickly pulled his pants and his jockeys down to his knees. I've seen his cock far too often. So instead of watching him I watched Doug. I wanted to see his face when he saw Cory's extraordinary cock.

It was obvious when Cory's cock was uncovered that Doug did know who he was. He wasn't surprised at all when he saw that foot long cock.

Cory looked at Doug when he pushed me to my knees. I think he was disappointed with the lack of response from my husband. I still think that he wanted to see anguish.

I guess Doug was too amused to fake despair. He was forced to go with anger. In a very bitter tone of voice, Doug said, "That's right, bitch. On your knees. You do anything that kid wants. And you better do a good job. You have this coming. I've let you get away with your shit since we got married. That ends now. Maybe this is what you needed all along. You might just straighten out once all these people are through raping your nasty ass. I probably should have taught you the lesson that Delon is teaching you the first year we got married. Start sucking, darling. Make Cory happy."

I struggled to keep from smiling. I knew damn well that Doug was just acting. Not a single word of what he just said was anything he would have said and meant. He was just playing a role. So I happily played along.

I wrapped my fingers around Cory's hard cock and lifted it to my lips. I kissed it and then licked it for a few minutes. My ears were attuned to the noises from outside. But it was pointless for me to worry about being spotted. Even if a car squealed to a stop at the foot of our driveway I would have to continue to concentrate on Cory's cock. Nothing I did now was up to me.

Doug apparently couldn't see very well from his position almost directly behind me. He came over and leaned against my car for a better view. Unfortunately, he didn't place himself between us and the garage door. He went to the other side as if he actually wanted someone outside to spot us.

I glanced up at Doug as I wrapped my lips around Cory's cock. He was fascinated as my lips began to slide down that amazing cock. The head of it caught for a second at the back of my throat and then slid into my throat and kept going and going until my lips were stretched around the very base of it.

I have reached a point that I can take nearly any cock in my throat now. There are a couple I haven't tried yet and I'm worried about. Two of the janitors, the two with the largest cocks in particular. I have trouble with some of the larger cocks, the fatter cocks like Delon's for instance. His cock chokes off my air supply when it's in my throat.

But Cory's cock is so slender that even with it buried in my throat I can still breathe. Once I realized it when he first drove it down my throat at the orgy that took place after we washed the cars yesterday I was able to relax and now this was no more difficult than a typical blowjob despite the fact that his cock is almost twice as long as average.

Doug was obviously impressed. He didn't speak but I saw it in his eyes. He watched in amazement as I made sucking Cory's cock look effortless. I couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking back to a week ago when he had to beg and plead for me to do more than kiss his dick before we had sex.

I sucked Cory's cock for several minutes before he pushed my head away and ordered me to stand up. He bent me over the fender of my car with a lot more zeal than was called for. I bit my lip to keep from crying out when my tender nipples were slammed down on the metal hood.

He moved my legs farther apart with his foot. I was just getting into position when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I glanced outside and saw a car come to a sudden stop in the street. It was Carol Chase! It was my good friend, Bob's wife. I knew that I was going to hear about this later!

Cory ignored the car in the street, even when it backed up several feet so that the driver would have a better view. Doug looked up, saw who it was and smiled. I remained in position while Cory began working his long, black cock into my pussy, ignoring the car out front though he must have been aware of it.

Carol stayed right where she was and watched Cory begin pounding into me from behind. It felt pretty damn good. I hoped that Doug was enjoying it. I could understand that after watching those movies he was curious. He wanted to see it happen up close.

Cory didn't know who was sitting in the car and watching him. But it occurred to me that if he wanted to do this in front of my husband he was probably more than happy to have someone else watching, too. He didn't care who it was.

My attention was focused on my good friend, sitting in her car and watching me get fucked as if she was at the drive-in theater!

It looked for a moment like Carol was going to drive off. I couldn't stop watching her even though I was extremely embarrassed that she could see me like this. But instead she pulled her car closer to the curb and continued to watch Cory fuck me from behind. I couldn't even imagine what was going through her mind.

A week ago, Carol and I had a lot in common. We were both pretty conservative when it came to sex. Now she could see me bent over my car getting fucked by a large black teenager while my husband watched. She knew that my husband and I were both aware that she was watching and it was probably obvious that this wasn't a rape.

Carol didn't know it. But even though I'm a slut now we still have something in common. Her husband has fucked both of us.

Yeah. I was going to hear about this. It was going to be a difficult conversation to have. It was going to be even more difficult to talk about this without mentioning that I have also been fucking her husband. Well, he has been fucking me. I had no say in the matter.

I was finally able to take my mind off of Carol and what she might be thinking, due in large part to the long steady strokes of that foot long cock in my pussy. I didn't expect to have an orgasm. Not with my husband standing right there watching. Certainly not with Carol watching in what I knew must be total shock. But a cock like Cory's is hard to resist and to be honest; my newly warped mind was beginning to find this situation amusing.

I don't remember making a conscious decision to just relax and let it happen. But I did finally say to myself, "Fuck it! If it bothers her she can drive on down the road!"

I turned myself over to the pleasure of Cory's long cock and as strange as it seems I started thinking about the way Delon humiliated me at the grocery store today. That should have been like taking a cold shower. But instead I thought of the reactions of the other people around me in the store, I thought about the people who watched while I lifted my skirt up to my waist and pulled my panties off in the middle of that crowded grocery store, and I pictured myself in the backseat of my car with the bagboy. I started cumming long before Cory did.

I didn't try to hide it, either. I came pretty violently and I wasn't quiet about it. My pussy clamped down on Cory's hard cock and I came twice more before he finally slammed into me violently several more times and filled me with hot cum.

We stayed locked together like that for a minute or two before he slowly withdrew his cock from my body. As soon as he stepped back I turned around without even thinking about it and did what I was now required to do anytime a man fucked me. I licked and sucked Cory's cock and balls until they were nice and clean.

I straightened up when I was finished. I smiled and waved at Carol and watched her drive slowly away. I watched her pull into her driveway and drive into her garage wondering if I'd ever hear from her again.

I turned my attention back to Doug and Cory. I was most curious about Doug's reaction. He was keeping his feelings to himself for the moment. He was still putting on an act for Cory.

Cory didn't get exactly the scenario he anticipated. He wanted to fuck an unwilling woman in front of her unhappy husband. But he seemed satisfied with the way it turned out. Doug ordered me to go inside and get cleaned up while he and Cory talked about my car for a few more minutes.

I cleaned myself up in the downstairs bathroom while Doug was talking with Cory. I wanted to go back out to the garage for my clothes but I didn't want to do it while Cory was there and the outer garage door was open so I waited in the kitchen for Doug to come back in.

I heard the outer door close after a few more minutes. Doug came in with my clothes in his hand and we stood looking at each other for a minute. I was nervous. I didn't know how he was going to react to seeing what he just saw taking place right in front of him.

Suddenly he busted out laughing and I couldn't help myself. I started laughing, too. I didn't even know why! But suddenly I felt a lot better.

Doug got himself under control. He handed me my clothes and said, "Carol must be going nuts right now! She won't know whether to call you or never talk to you again."

I was so relieved! Doug wasn't mad! I remembered that I was just about to suck is cock when the doorbell rang. He no longer had an erection. But I knew I could correct that little problem quickly.

I led him into the living room, dropped my clothes on a chair and fell to my knees at Doug's feet. I smiled up at him and asked, "Where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?"

I unfastened his pants and pulled his pants and his jockey shorts down. I pushed him down in his chair and swallowed his cock whole. While I sucked his cock he talked about how exciting it was to watch me with Cory and how much I impressed him with my new cocksucking skills. Watching me swallow Cory's huge cock right there in front of him had been even more exciting than he expected.

Now that I knew he felt that way I realized that I could feel free to be more like Cindy. I was never going to enjoy everything Delon was making me do. I was still sickened by the idea of having sex with his dog. And I was terrified that one of these days he would take me to that farm outside of town. But the other things, the helplessness, the humiliation, those things were having more and more of an effect on me.

Now that I wasn't so worried about Doug's reaction I could maybe relax and enjoy some of the more erotic things I was forced to do. But I had no intention of letting anyone know how I was changing. I wouldn't want any of the men who were taking advantage of me to know that this stuff was starting to turn me on. That would ruin it.

But it is. God help me. It is.

After Doug came in my mouth he leaned forward and kissed my face. Then he smiled and said, "Why don't you put that slutty dress back on and let's go out to dinner?"

We didn't go to one of our usual restaurants. We found a nice enough steakhouse on the other side of town. It turned out to be good enough that we decided we'd like to go back. But the food was only half the reason we were there. I sat there all through dinner with my pussy exposed, though only Doug and our waiter could see it. They both seemed to appreciate it, though.

And my breasts seemed to keep working their way out from under the top and going unnoticed. Or at least we pretended not to notice. It was obvious that the waiter and several of the diners sitting around us were being entertained.

After we ate we sat and sipped our wine. To pass the time, Doug worked a finger inside of my very wet pussy and played with me while we talked about the things that were happening to me since Delon took control of me. It was the most frank and honest discussion of our feelings since it all began last Monday.

Doug was totally honest about the things that were turning him on. I talked about the things that turned me on and the things I hated and feared. It was a very helpful talk. By the time we left the restaurant I felt more confident about our marriage than I have all week.

But more than that, we were completely open about our feelings and fantasies for the first time. Though we had mixed feelings about some of the things we were experiencing now we both realized that there has been more excitement in our marriage in the past week than either one of us has experienced, maybe even since we first got married.

I've certainly changed, a lot. I'm not the bitch that I was. I'm a cocksucker and a damned good one. I'm still embarrassed by the things that have always embarrassed me. I get embarrassed when I'm forced to perform sexually for an audience. It's humiliating to be forced to undress in front of unsuspecting strangers and even worse when I'm forced to have sex with them.

But when I get humiliated that way I also get turned on. I don't want to do those things. But as contrary as it sounds, I want someone to make me do them. You'll need to talk to someone with more education than I have to get the explanation for that.

We left the restaurant after dinner and walked out to the car with Doug's arm around my shoulders. He unlocked the car and opened my door but before I could get in he held out his hand and said, "Give me your clothes."

Just a simple order given in a matter of fact tone of voice that sent shivers through my spine.

We were not alone in the parking lot. A car was circling around the small lot looking for a parking space. Two couples were walking in our direction on the way to the restaurant. I ignored them and quickly unfastened my dress.

The look on my face was a mixture of fear and embarrassment. But that wasn't what was in my heart as I stood there naked and handed my dress to Doug.

He took my dress from my hand and tossed it into the backseat. Then he leaned down and kissed me. He whispered, "I love you with all of my heart, you fucking slut."

I smiled. I couldn't help it. I looked into his eyes and said, "And I adore you. There is nothing I won't do for you, Doug. I know I've been a bitch. I'm going to make it up to you. I promise."

We were both aware of the two couples that came to a stop twenty feet away. They were standing in silence and staring at us. But they only added to our excitement.

Doug finally stepped back and held the door for me. I got in and sat down but before Doug could close the door one of the women in the foursome came closer. She smiled at me and then at Doug. She said, "Hi. My name is Jo. I have a store near here called Sweet Nothings. You should drop in some day. I think that you two would really enjoy browsing through the clothes I sell. And I know you'd look great in them, gorgeous."

I recognized the name of the store. They have a small ad in the paper every day with a photograph of a sexy young woman in lingerie. The old me never considered shopping there. The new me wanted to go in and look around.

I smiled at her and said, "I've seen your ad. I think we'll take you up on it, if my husband approves."

Doug smiled at Jo and promised to take me shopping there. It wasn't until they continued on towards the restaurant that I recognized the other woman in their party as the woman in the ad wearing that sexy lingerie.

I lifted the arm rest in the middle of the front seat and I was already on my knees when Doug got in. We worked together to free his cock and I happily teased it with my lips and tongue as we pulled out of the parking lot.

I had no idea that we weren't on our way home until Doug stopped the car and turned off the engine. I sat up, thinking that we would move the fun and games inside. I was surprised to see that we were not in our driveway. We were parked in front of an adult superstore that recently opened up in an industrial area on the edge of town. We knew about it because it was only about half a mile from our own little furniture factory.

I felt a chill run through me when I saw where we were. I quietly asked, "Have you ever been in a place like this?"

"Once, in college. I bought a couple of movies for a bachelor party."

"What's it like? What happens in those places?"

"I've only been in one. And all I did was pick out a couple of movies and get the hell out of there. I've heard some things, though."

"I've heard some things, too. Well, not heard. I've read some ... interesting things. Places like this seem to figure prominently in a lot of those stories that Delon put on my computer."

We sat there in silence for a moment until Doug said, "Let's go shopping."

Doug reached into the backseat and grabbed my dress. He ordered me out of the car, naked, and then took his sweet damned time getting out, walking around the car and holding my dress out like a gentleman for me to slip my arms into it.

Did I mention that this was a superstore? We weren't alone in the parking lot. But for once I think I got lucky. I could see men moving around the parking lot. I don't think that any of them noticed me, though.

The funny thing about not being noticed is that I was pretty turned on from sucking Doug's cock. I'm not sure that I would have been very upset if we had an audience. Certainly not as upset as I was when I removed my panties in the grocery store earlier today.

I pulled my dress closed and began to button it down the front. It was one of the dresses that Delon and his friends bought me so it was appropriate to wear into a place like this. But Delon at least let me button all but the top and bottom buttons. Doug was not so kind. I finished buttoning the dress and lowered my arms to my sides. Doug looked me over and with a huge grin on his face he unbuttoned all but the three center buttons. He might as well have left the damned thing in the back seat!

I know that the store we are about to enter is all about sex. But Christ! I'm almost naked! The top of my dress hung open, not even trying to cover my breasts! Both of my nipples were exposed. And that wasn't even the worst of it. My skirt flared out below the belt exposing most of my pelvis! I couldn't imagine they'd permit me inside dressed like this!

The funny thing about what we were doing was that even though I was nervous about what I was about to do I was thrilled that I was doing it for and with my husband. I was tickled pink that this was fun for him. I knew that if this sort of thing was beginning to amuse my once conservative husband then we were going to make it.

We still needed to find some way to get Delon out of our lives. But until that time I was almost certain now that our marriage would remain solid.

As if to emphasize my vulnerability, Doug reached down and slid two fingers into me. They met with absolutely no resistance. He pulled them out and held them up. The moisture coating them glistened in the light from the neon signs on the front of the building we were about to enter.

I smiled and guided his fingers to my mouth. In as sexy and sensuous a manner as I possibly could I wrapped my lips around his fingers and suck them clean. I took my time and did it right. By the time I released his hand his cock was hard as a rock.

Doug led me to the door. There were several warning signs that actually went a long way towards making me feel better about the way I was dressed ... if you can call this dressed. As you might expect there was a sign that warned that no one under twenty-one would be admitted. Having exposed myself to two preteens today I was grateful for that. That was the most uncomfortable thing I've done except for playing urinal and sucking a dog's cock.

The other sign, the one that made me feel most like I wasn't about to get arrested, was a sign that warned anyone entering that they would encounter nudity. It was almost as if they were being warned that I was in there!

Doug opened the door for me and we stepped into a small vestibule. An ugly, bald, dour looking gentleman who must have weighed at least three hundred and fifty pounds sat behind the large window to our left and looked us over. His expression changed quickly when he saw the way I was dressed. His eyes moved over my tits and he almost smiled. He couldn't see below my waist. I imagine he'll be even more amused when we get inside and he gets a good look at my pussy.

Doug opened the inner door and we stepped into a very large, well lit room. As the door swung closed behind us I looked around at row after row of pornographic movies and magazines on display. My attention was drawn to a huge display of sex toys to the left but Doug led me to the magazines and movies.

We walked up and down the aisles looking at all of the graphic photographs on the covers. I was shocked. In the past week I've experienced much of what I was seeing. But I was taken aback that such graphic photographs would be so publicly displayed. I certainly have lived a protected life in my little cocoon.

I thought it was amusing that I was twenty-six years old and this was the first time I've ever seen porn. It was even more amusing because I was now starring in some of the worst examples of it.

As we moved up and down the rows of magazines I became aware of men slowly moving closer. At first they were discreet, acting as if it was just a coincidence that they were looking at magazines near us. But when we ignored them they seemed to grow more confident.

I looked a couple of them in the eye and smiled. After that they dropped all pretenses. They didn't swarm over us. But they freely examined my exposed flesh and complimented me on my dress first and then on my various exposed body parts. They also complimented Doug on his choice of a wife.

I made no effort to cover myself. One of the reasons that Doug brought me in here dressed like this was to experience a taste of the pleasure that Delon seemed to get from making me expose myself in public. It was working on me. I was getting turned on. You couldn't have seen it in Doug's face, but I knew he was enjoying it, too. I could tell by the bulge in the front of his pants.

We were polite but beyond thanking them for their compliments we didn't engage the men around us in conversation. We looked at and occasionally discussed one of the magazines. A couple of times one or the other of us would pick one up and look at it more closely. Doug entertained the men around us by ordering me to bend over and pick up magazines on the lower shelf a few of times. The men seemed to like that.

We finished with the magazines and went through the large selection of movies. As with the magazines we were never tempted to buy one. We now have a pretty large collection of our own movies that we think are pretty exciting. Most of the movies they were selling were pretty tame by comparison.

We were almost through the selection of movies when we got one hell of a shock. In a section of movies dedicated to amateurs we discovered two movies starring me! They were compilations of several days of hard corps action.

I was very upset. I knew that the website was selling my DVDs. I didn't like it. But there was nothing I could do about it. I had consoled myself by thinking that the odds of anyone in town stumbling on the site were slim. It worried me that my movies were available locally and that someone might see them and recognize me.

We moved on down the aisle and hoped that no one noticed that I was the woman in those movies. I also found myself praying that none of my neighbors found out about this.

We moved on down the aisle as if we were still looking through the movies. But I didn't see anything after that until we turned the corner and started up the next aisle. I was dying to say something to Doug but I didn't dare. If I complained to him about my movies being on sale someone my overhear me. And to be honest, I didn't know what I could say.

The shock of seeing my face on the covers of two pornographic movies for sale in an adult bookstore served one purpose. It took my mind off of the way I was dressed. As we slowly moved up the last aisle I suddenly thought, "If mama could see me now!"

I almost laughed out loud! It was only amusing because my mother could have been the poster girl for conservative. I smothered my laugh with my hand over my mouth but Doug looked at me curiously. I squeezed his hand and said, "Remind me. I'll tell you later."

I knew that it wasn't that funny. And when we left here it wouldn't be funny at all. But for some reason I felt uncomfortable talking in here. It certainly wasn't like a library. A pornographic movie was playing on a television over the clerk's head. The sounds of sex from the soundtrack could be heard throughout the store. No. This was nothing like a library. But we were being followed closely by a dozen or more men who were taking advantage of the opportunity to enjoy staring at my body and I didn't want to discuss anything of a personal nature where I could be overheard.

We moved on to the section that I think we were both most interested in. The first selection of toys we came to was dildos and vibrators. I've been curious about vibrators since Delon said he was going to see to it that I got one. I guess it slipped his mind. He hasn't brought it up again. But in the back of my mind I've been wondering about them. They must serve a purpose. From the way people talk it sounds like nearly every woman in the country but me has one or more. Now seemed like a good time to correct that oversight.

I looked over the large and confusing selection. They came in all sorts of shapes and sizes and did all sorts of amazing things. Some operated on batteries and some had an electric cord and required electricity. Some of them moved in and out. Some moved around in circles. Most just vibrated.

Some of them were made to penetrate the vagina and the anus at the same time. Many of them included a small, vibrating appendage that curved up and when properly placed would stimulate the clitoris while the vibrator was embedded in a woman's pussy.

Several of them were so lifelike that they must surely have been made from a mold taken of some man's cock. For some reason the idea of owning a replica of some stranger's cock tickled my fancy. There were so many of them in so many shapes, sizes and colors that I had no idea what to choose.

Doug was amused by my confusion and had the perfect solution. He picked up a vibrator and told me to hold out my arms. He placed the vibrator in my arms and then picked up eight more, all different. When he thought he had a good representation he ordered me to take them over to the checkout counter and put them down.

I did as he commanded. The big guy at the cash register watched as I carefully placed them on the counter. It was his first good close-up look at my tits and he seemed to appreciate the view.

I returned to where Doug was standing to discover that he had already selected several more toys. He was holding a complete set of leather wrist and ankle restraints and three different dog collars. He added a substantial leather blindfold to the collection.

He handed his selections to me and picked up several sets of similar but slightly different nipple clamps. It was a good thing that everything was clearly labeled. I would never have guessed the purpose of those little things.

I thought they sounded interesting but I asked, "You are going to wait a few weeks before we play with these, right?"

He nodded. But then he smiled and said, "Or we could try them out on Cindy."

I followed him around the rest of the store and we saw a few more things that were interesting. One of them was a complicated collection of leathers straps that turned out to be a swing that you strap someone into and then do pretty much anything you want to them. It's adjustable so that any of the body's orifices can be raised or lowered to the perfect height for a cock to access easily. It looked like fun and I think we both wished we could try it out. But it was very expensive. I think that's something we might need to work our way up to.

We finally went up to pay for our selections. While the man was ringing everything up he said, "You aren't taking her into the back?! The guys are going to be awful disappointed."

Doug smiled and said, "Next time. It's been a pretty horny evening. She's going to be busy enough just satisfying me tonight."

I experienced a strange mixture of responses to that exchange. I was surprised that the guy was more or less inviting us to go into the back to have sex with his customers. I was surprised that such an activity would be encouraged. I was surprised by my reaction. I thought it sounded pretty hot!

Most of all I was surprised by Doug's response. Next time! We were coming back! And when we came back he was going to let strange men have sex with me! If I didn't hate Delon so much I'd have to thank him for the changes that he has brought about in Doug and me ... and Cindy ... and even Helen!

We waited for the guy behind the counter to bag up everything and went out to the car. We put everything in the trunk, including the dress I was wearing. Normally Doug would open the car door for me. This time he guided me around to the driver's side and unlocked the doors. Then he stood waiting.

It took me a minute or two to realize that he was waiting for me to open his door for him! I almost smiled but I thought that would be inappropriate. I struggled to keep a straight face as I opened his door and held it while he got in. I closed his door once he was seated and walked slowly around the front of the car.

Someone in the parking lot finally noticed me. I heard a loud wolf whistle from somewhere nearby and someone calling out, begging me to go back inside so we could get better acquainted.

I didn't even look up. I just smiled and got in beside Doug. As soon as the door closed I got on my knees and struggled to free his cock again. I held it in my mouth and teased it all the way home.

We brought all of our new toys in and headed straight upstairs. I noticed that we had two messages on our answering machine but at the moment neither of us cared about that.

While Doug undressed I sat on our bed and examined the leather cuffs we just purchased. Just the sight of them stirred something inside of me in a way that I never would have believed. And the smell! The raw, leather smell was more erotic than I could ever have imagined.

I glanced at the clock and almost screamed out loud. Instead I gasped and jumped to my feet. It was almost straight up nine o'clock! I forgot all about Delon and my homework!

I exclaimed, "Fuck! I forgot!" and rushed from the room. I woke up the computer and invited Delon to a chat so that he could view my webcam. There was no response so while I was waiting I read a little bit of the next story. This one was a bit harder for me to relate to. It was about a teenage girl on a cruise ship.

I was reading and waiting when Doug came in about ten minutes later. He walked up behind me and put one of the dog collars around my throat. While he was fastening it he said, "I checked the phone messages. The first one was from Carol. She wants to talk to you, no matter how late you get home. The second is from Delon. He had something to do so he gave you tonight off. And he'll be driving himself to work tomorrow. He has to go to the bank before he comes in.

"What are you reading?"

I described the story but he quickly lost interest and said, "Come on. Let's get back to where we left off."

I said, "I'll be there in a few minutes. I have been putting off answering an email. Let me call Carol and answer that email. I'll join you when I'm done."

He leaned down, gently cupped my breasts and kissed the top of my head before he said, "Do you mind if I hang around to listen to your conversation with Carol?"

I grinned and replied, "You never need to use that phrase with me again. Simply tell me what you want me to do. But I'm not going to have that conversation with her tonight. I'm just going to make a date for later. On second thought, maybe you better hang around. You know how hard it can be to hang up on her."

Doug pulled me to my feet and sat down. He pulled me into his lap and looked through more of the pictures that Delon loaded on my computer while I called Carol. I apologized for calling so late but before I could put this conversation off she screamed, "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?!! WHAT IN THE HELL GOT INTO YOU TODAY?!! That nearly naked car wash yesterday was bad enough. But Jesus, Brooke! Have you lost your mind?!"

I sighed and tried to tell her that I would explain later, though I had no idea what I could possibly say to her to explain what she saw. But before I could finish putting her off she demanded to know, "Are you alright? Were you being raped? I mean of course you were ... weren't you? ... Brooke? ... Brooke, answer me!"

"No, Carol. I wasn't being raped. Sweetheart, it's late and Doug has a hard on from looking at dirty pictures. I really have to go. I'll call you back tomorrow when I have more time. Okay?"

"BROOKE!!"

I had to cover the phone. Doug and I were both laughing now.

I promised to call her tomorrow evening and hung up before she could say anything else. Then I leaned back against Doug and said, "I have no idea what I'm going to say to her. I wasn't looking forward to seeing her as it was, not after Bob fucked me on Saturday. But how in the world am I going to explain what she saw us doing in the garage?!"

Doug shut down the computer before saying, "You could tell her the truth. Leave out the details but tell her that you're being blackmailed."

I may have to do that if I can't think of a plausible excuse for the things she saw. And I doubt if there is a plausible excuse that doesn't include some form of the truth.

I climbed out of his lap and told him that I'd join him in the bedroom as soon as I answered an email to which I have been putting off responding. I've mentioned it to him. He knew the one to which I was referring.

I groaned in dismay when I opened my email program and saw how many there were. There were nearly three hundred new emails since the last time I opened it. I have certainly become popular with the pervert crowd!

It took me a moment to find the email from the mysterious person who recognized me from my pictures. It made me very uncomfortable to think that someone from my past recognized me from that disgusting website. But I told myself that I shouldn't be. He or she was, after all, the sort of person who visited sites like the one where my pictures were posted.

I responded to the email. I answered his personal questions as well as I could without giving away any more personal information than I had to. I sent the email and was about to turn everything off when I noticed another email from that same address.

I nervously opened it. There were more obscene comments on my photos and movie clips. There were also a few pictures of me in my early teens, as if to prove that he knew me. I still had no idea who I was communicating with. I assumed that it was a male. I couldn't imagine a woman visiting that kinky website.

But then I remembered that email that Delon showed me from a woman. I realized that I couldn't rule out the possibility that these emails were from a girl I knew back then.

I was, however, reassured that whoever it was obviously didn't know where I was living now. I could tell that by the questions. I responded in vague terms to the obscene comments and avoided as much as possible giving away any more information about my life now than I absolutely had to. I send a short response to the most recent email and closed everything down. I put the computer to sleep and got up to join Doug across the hall.

Doug had the bedroom all set up for us. He ordered me onto the bed on my back. I noticed that he must have gone to the garage while I was waiting for Delon on the computer. There were ropes attached to the headboard.

I lay down and stretched out my arms. He placed the leather cuffs around my wrists and tied me to the headboard. I was more than a little nervous about having sex on my back. It has only been five days since my nipples and clit were pierced. They were healing fast but I didn't think I was ready for this yet.

I kept my fears to myself while he put the blindfold in place over my eyes. I was still nervous. But I was instantly aroused by my own helplessness. I loved being unable to see or move my arms. It probably helps that I knew I could trust Doug not to harm me and I knew that if I asked him to stop because he was hurting me he would. But I think I would have been aroused regardless.

I didn't know what to expect now. Most likely some violent and painful sex act. But that wasn't what happened. I should have known better.

I felt Doug stretch out on the bed beside me. He kissed me and gently caressed my body. He lightly teased my new rings and asked me how they felt. I told him that they were still slightly tender but if he wanted to fuck me he shouldn't pay any attention to that. I also mentioned that I wasn't as upset that they were there anymore. I would have preferred something a little more discreet. But there were times when they felt pretty damned good.

I told him about the first time Delon fucked me on my hands and knees on Saturday and that it felt so good that I wondered if that was what it felt like to have a cock.

He chuckled and said, "I'm so glad you don't know. I'd feel very funny about kissing someone with a cock."

I laughed and then sighed as he slipped two fingers inside of me. As violent rapes go, this one was really lacking. But it was extremely pleasant.

He removed his fingers and replaced them immediately with one of the vibrators we bought this evening. I moaned as it entered me very, very slowly. I couldn't tell which one it was. But I knew that it was one of the thicker ones. It felt very nice.

He turned it on and adjusted it to the lowest speed. Then he ordered me to close my legs and not let it slip out.

It felt twice as thick when I brought my legs together, and twice as nice, too.

His fingers moved lightly over my body and he kissed me again. He said, "I adore you, Brooke. You are the prettiest, sexiest woman that I have ever met and I would die before I let anyone come between us."

The words touched me. But it was the tone of his voice that brought tears to my eyes. I heard the love and the desire in his voice. I heard the absolute sincerity. That was what took my breath away.

All at once I wanted the use of my arms. I desperately wanted to hold him with all of my might.

But I had a feeling it was going to be a while before I got my arms back.

I heard a second vibrator start buzzing. The soft, flexible tip began to move lightly over my arms just below the cuffs. The soft vibrations seemed to travel all through my body. I never heard of that part of the body being an erogenous zone. But it seemed like anywhere and everywhere he touched me was exciting. I was furious with myself for not buying a vibrator before this. It felt wonderful!

Doug explored my entire upper body with that thing. From the moment he first touched me with the soft tip it felt ... I can't even describe how it felt. There aren't enough superlatives in the English language. And when he moved it down closer to my abdomen it seemed to be communicating with the vibrator in my pussy. I had my first orgasm before the second vibrator even got close to my out of control pussy.

I came and almost instantly I came a second time. But those orgasms were nothing compared to what I experienced when he began to tease the sensitive flesh around my clit with that thing. I thought I was going to die! But in a good way!

I came and I came and I came like a mad woman. And that's very nearly what I became. I wasn't even aware at first when he dropped the vibrator he was teasing me with and got up on his knees. I started becoming more aware of my surroundings when he pulled my legs apart.

The vibrator in my pussy nearly shot out of me when my legs were no longer holding it in place. He pushed it out of the way but didn't bother turning it off. I could still hear the quiet buzzing sound as he lifted my legs and rested them on his shoulders. I felt the head of his cock enter my sopping wet pussy. My hips thrust up to meet his hard cock without any orders from me. My lower body had a mind of its own at the moment.

I like the vibrator. No, I love the vibrator. But nothing can compare to the sensations I experienced when Doug began slamming his cock into me that way. My body began to be tossed around as his pelvis slammed into my ass causing my three rings to tease my nipples and my clit with each violent stroke of his wonderful cock. There was no question in my mind now. Someone should start a campaign to make piercings mandatory once a girl goes through puberty.

This was by far the most erotic fuck of my entire life. No matter what else happened in my life after tonight I knew that I would always remember this. I started screaming obscenities interspersed with heartfelt terms of endearment. I had absolutely no control. I couldn't control my mind or my body. It was the most erotic moment of my life. I experienced one mind numbing orgasm after another until everything went black.

When I slowly started coming around again I discovered that I was no longer wearing cuffs or a blindfold! I must have been out for quite a while!

I opened my eyes and saw Doug smiling down at me. He kissed me and said, "I was starting to get worried."

"How long was I out?"

"Long enough. A couple of minutes. Are you okay?"

I reached up and put my arms around his neck. I pulled him down over me and ignored the slight pain when his chest pressed down on my nipple. I smiled and said, "I may never be this okay again."

Then I kissed him and started crying and I didn't even know why. Because I've never been so happy in my life! I'm being blackmailed and forced to submit to some of the most degrading, disgusting acts that any woman could imagine. But at this very moment I can honestly say that I have never been so happy in my life!

I finally eased up on his neck. He turned onto his back and I nestled into the crook of his arm and rested my head on his shoulder. I lay in his arms feeling safe and loved.

I became aware after a while of the large wet spot I was lying in. This time I was mostly responsible. Some of it was his. But my pussy definitely got carried away tonight. Between the leather and the vibrators and the blindfold I must have cum a hundred times.

We were both worn out and ready to go to sleep. But I couldn't sleep in this mess. I got Doug out of bed. While he was in the bathroom I quickly put fresh sheets down. He was still in the bathroom when I went in to pee and wash up before going back to bed.

He watched me on the toilet. Something he has never done before. Of course, I would never have permitted him to watch me on the toilet before. After, when I was washing myself, he asked, "Do you suppose it's worth it? Sometimes I almost think it is."

I smiled and said, "I suppose it will depend on how this all ends. But I have to admit that I don't hate all of it. And everyone seems to like how it's changing me. I'm glad I'm not a bitch anymore. I hope the change is permanent. You won't let me go back, will you?"

Doug smiled and said, "I have always loved you, Brooke. But I have to be honest, I never loved you the way I do now. I hate to see you suffering. And I know that little bastard goes too far sometimes. But I love the change in you. No. I refuse to let you revert when this is over."

Chapter 16

I awoke the next morning, still in Doug's loving arms. I watched the clock and when it was almost time to get up I carefully slid out of his arms and worked my way down until I could take his cock into my mouth. I have quickly gotten fond of waking him up this way. It seems to start both of us off on the right foot.

He moaned softly when he started to come around and recognize the sensations I was providing to his almost instantly hard cock. He said, "I love when you do that. But I worry that one day you might get something you aren't expecting."

I paused in my efforts to ask, "Would you like to do that? You can if you want."

He looked shocked that I would ask. But I smiled and said, "I've gotten used to it. It isn't so bad once you learn the trick."

He shuddered and said, "No dear. I have no desire to do that to you."

I guess he was telling the truth. His cock was starting to go soft. I kissed it and said, "If you ever change your mind, if you want to see what it's like, just warn me first so I'll know to expect it."

Then I went back to sucking. It took a minute or two to get him hard again so I guess he really didn't see the appeal of a rousing game of urinal. He came in my mouth about fifteen minutes later and went limp all over. He sighed and said, "Thank you, Brooke. But now I'm wondering if you do that because you think you have to."

I smiled and said, "I used to, as you now. Not anymore. I like doing it now. I love doing it for you. But I'd be lying if I didn't admit that sometimes I like doing it for others. Does that upset you?"

He chuckled and said, "It should, shouldn't it?! I almost feel guilty that it doesn't. It actually turns me on. Does that upset you?"

I laughed and replied, "It should, shouldn't it? No, Doug. I'm glad. Because unfortunately you'll probably see a lot of it before we solve the problem of Delon."

He sighed and said, "I'm afraid you're right. Now get up and take a shower. I'll go down and start coffee."

We slipped into our normal morning routine and met in the kitchen with about twenty minutes to spare before we had to leave for work. I watched his eyes move over my body in the sheer blouse and tiny skirt. It made me feel warm and loved. I joined him at the table after giving him time to appreciate the way I was dressed.

As I was taking my first sip of coffee he asked, "How are the piercings?"

I looked down at the rings shining brightly through the sheer fabric of my blouse and said, "They seem to be coming along very well. There was almost no pain at all when I put the antiseptic cream on this morning. I don't see why some big, strong man couldn't jump my bones in the missionary position in a few more days."

"I thought it was supposed to take them weeks to heal. Didn't you say we had to wait six to eight weeks?"

I shrugged and said, "That's what it says on the paper the guy gave me. I guess I'm a fast healer."

We talked about visiting Sweet Nothings and shopping for some sexy clothes that didn't make me look like a streetwalker. We talked about how much fun we had last night and the possibility of going back and doing more shopping at that adult bookstore. We wondered if anyone we knew would stumble across those movies that were on sale now. Then it was time to leave for work.

Doug brought a little plastic bag with him when we left. He wouldn't tell me what was in it. Our conversation on the way into the plant was almost normal. I got out and kissed him in the parking lot as usual. But he put his bag down on the fender of the car and said, "Hold on. I have something here I want you to wear today."

He reached into the bag and pulled out one of the dog collars. I grinned at him and lifted my hair out of the way so that he could put it on my neck as if it was an expensive necklace.

A shiver of excitement ran through me after he buckled it in place and I was running my fingertips over it. I wondered what everyone on the work floor would think when they saw it. And I had every intention of finding some excuse to go out into the plant to make sure they got a good look at it.

That wasn't the end of the surprise. He followed me into the office and greeted Cindy and Helen. They both greeted him warmly, especially Cindy. Doug went around behind Cindy and put a collar on her neck. She saw mine while he was fastening hers in place and realized what it was. We stood there smiling at each other while he buckled it.

When he finished she smiled up at him and said, "Thank you!"

He kissed the top of her head and told her that she was entirely welcome.

He moved over to Helen. She was standing behind her desk watching. Doug held up the third collar he bought last night. Helen looked at it, and then looked at ours. Finally she smiled and turned around so that he could put it on her neck.

While he was putting it around her neck he asked, "You know what this is, don't you Helen?"

She almost whispered her breathless reply, "Yesssssssss!"

She sounded like a snake hissing, a very excited snake.

Doug fastened the collar in place and pulled her back against his body. He wrapped his arms around her and cupped her small, firm breasts. He leaned down and nibbled at her earlobe for a moment before asking, "What is it, Helen?"

"It's a slave collar."

He smiled and left without a word.

Helen turned around slowly and we stared at each other in silence for a moment. Helen finally said, "He certainly has changed in a week! I like it."

Cindy smiled and said, "Me, too!"

I grinned and said, "Me, too. And you girls don't know the half of it!"

I was about to tell them about some of the things that happened this weekend but Helen beat me to the punch. Her face got red and she asked, "Do you know what that ... what Delon did to me yesterday?! He came into my house after I got home from church and fucked me while my husband was upstairs changing clothes!!"

I did know. Delon bragged about it. He thought it was hilarious. We waited for Helen to wind down from her tirade before Cindy and I told her what he did to us on Saturday and Sunday. I left out the part about the dog and thankfully so did Cindy.

It turned out that Cindy had it even worse than I did in the grocery store. She was wearing shorts when Delon called and ordered her to remove her underwear and drape them over the side of her cart!

She tried to talk sense into him but only managed to have the threat of some unspecified punishment now hanging over her head. So she did as he demanded. She looked up and down the aisle, described the other shoppers who were about to witness her humiliation, put her phone down and as quickly as possible she slid her shorts and then her panties down. She put her shorts back on and draped her little bikini panties over the side of the cart as ordered. Then she rushed away as fast as she could push her cart.

The store where she shopped was as crowded as the store where I do my shopping. She, too, was forced to strip naked from the waist down with close to a dozen people watching, including several young children. And just like me, she was forced to give the carryout boy a blowjob when they got out to her car.

Helen listened to what we did over the weekend in shock. She'd really be shocked if she found out about the dog!

Cindy said, "I'm afraid that he's going to get me pierced like he did you ... or ... that other thing."

I think it's safe to assume that she was referring to sex with the dog.

I thought about it for a moment and said, "You know, I'm kind of glad he did it. I've already started reaping the benefits of these things. Helen was right. They provide a lot of stimulation. When Delon was fucking me from behind after we washed the cars on Saturday I found myself wondering if that was what it felt like to have a cock. It was that good!

"I have a suggestion you might want to consider. I don't regret being pierced but I'm not a big fan of the size of the rings. If I was in your place I might consider going somewhere clean and reputable and having it done in private by someone who isn't a sadist. Then you could choose to have smaller rings put in. It isn't pleasant. To be honest it hurts like hell. But I promise you won't regret having them. I don't. And you know what an uptight cunt I was!"

She laughed. They both did. Cindy didn't even have to think about it. She exclaimed, "That's a great idea!"

After thinking about it for a minute she asked, "Will you go with me? I'd be much too scared to go alone."

I smiled and said, "Of course. I'll even help you put the cream on later."

Helen looked like she wanted to have it done, too, now that the rumors about how nice they can feel once they are in have been confirmed. But she didn't say anything. She has a staid, religious (read judgmental and intolerant), middleclass husband to whom she would have to explain the alterations to her body.

Cal came in with his sales report for last week. Naturally the first thing he noticed was the dog collars. He smiled and said, "This is confusing. Now I don't know who's in charge. Who do I have to ask if I want to get laid?"

We looked at each other. We didn't know either!

He saw our confusion and said, "I guess until someone tells me different it's up to me since all three of you are slaves now. Brooke, let's go in your office so that I can give you my sales report."

In the absence of any orders to the contrary I couldn't think of any reason to say no. I picked up my purse and led the way into my office. Cal followed right behind.

I headed for my desk to put my purse down. Cal was about to close the door but at the last minute he stopped and looked back at Helen and Cindy. He hesitated for a moment before saying authoritatively, "Helen, you come in, too."

It wasn't a request. It was an order. Helen obeyed instantly. Cal placed us side by side in front of my desk and ordered us to strip.

It was obviously more difficult for Helen to obey. But I've been through so many changes lately and done this in front of so many men that it wasn't difficult for me at all. I noticed that last night I even exposed myself in front of strangers with hardly any stress at all. Of course, that was in a sex shop so it might not count.

I felt the excitement build as I quickly removed my blouse and skirt. Helen moved a little slower. She was wearing a lot less clothing now thanks to Delon. She didn't have a new slutty wardrobe, at least not yet. But she was wearing a light, colorful little sundress and sexy little panties. It took her a bit longer to unbutton the buttons holding the dress in place.

I found it amusing that she seemed so much more reluctant to be doing this for Cal than she was when she submitted to Delon.

Cal smirked at her when she was finally naked. Her obvious discomfort amused him. He looked at our naked bodies while he slowly unfastened his pants and pushed them down to his knees. His cock was already hard.

He ordered Helen to kneel behind him and eat his ass while I sucked his cock. It was pretty easy to see that she had never done something like that before. She hesitated. But Cal cocked his eyebrow at her and she obeyed.

I watched her go around behind him and drop to her knees while I got into position. She groaned, not at all happy about what she was about to do. I wondered if she wouldn't rather trade jobs but I didn't say anything.

She nestled her face into the crack of his ass and I saw her struggling. He grinned at me and said, "Damn, woman! Don't you know anything?! Use your hands. Spread my ass open and get your face in there. I want to feel your tongue right up inside of me!"

I could tell when her tongue found its mark and began to work around inside of him. He moaned and twitched and his cock started throbbing wildly.

I took that as my cue. I leaned forward, to his cock into my mouth and began to suck it with no mental anguish at all. I wouldn't have wanted to admit it to anyone. But it was kind of pleasant. At the moment I didn't feel very much about Cal one way or another. He's a good enough salesman I suppose. But if he went away I wouldn't miss him. I couldn't deny that he has a nice cock, though. And I have lately become fond of sucking on a nice hard cock.

It didn't take very long. I guess the thrill is still there. He hasn't yet gotten bored with having me to take advantage of after last week. After three years of abstinence he finally has a steady source of warm female bodies to provide all the pleasure and the sexual satisfaction he has been deprived of after divorcing his wife.

Now that I think about it, he wasn't getting a lot of sexual satisfaction from his wife before the divorce, either. I'm basing that on some of the bitter comments he made, usually to someone else in the office. He didn't confide in me.

He has been making up for a lot of lost time in the last three days of last week. But it wasn't enough to curb his appetite. Judging by how horny he was this morning I suspect that he thought of little else all weekend. He was definitely primed. I doubt if I sucked his cock for more than five minutes before he came.

Of course, Helen probably had a lot to do with that. I've recently learned just how pleasant it can be to have a tongue where Helen's is now. I love having someone tease my ass with their tongue and so does everyone I've done it for.

I swallowed and got to my feet. I noticed that Cal still had the sales report in his hand. I took it from him and looked it over and during all that time Helen was still working away at his ass, waiting for someone to tell her to stop I suppose.

I was pleased by the sales report. Things were really looking up. I thanked Cal and congratulated him on the good job he and Tim were doing as if we were standing here with our clothes on and nothing has changed between us.

He smiled and reluctantly moved away from Helen so he could pull his pants back up. He made a few explanatory comments about the figures on his report and left. On his way out he said, "I'll send Tim up so you can thank him, too."

Tim came in ten minutes later. Helen and I had our clothes back on by then. Tim shut the door to my office and leaned back against it with a guilty look on his face.

We waited for him to tell us what he wanted us to do. The silence was getting uncomfortable when he finally said, "Listen. Please don't tell Cal or anyone. I don't want to do this anymore. I've been feeling like a shit all weekend.

"My conscience is killing me. Not only did I cheat on my wife. But I did it with a woman I like and respect even when I knew you were doing it against your will. I thought that I was a better man than that. I'm really very sorry for what I've done. I hope that someday you can forgive me."

I couldn't believe how touched I was! I smiled and went over to where Tim was standing. I put my hands on is cheeks and kissed him. It was a heartfelt kiss. I was deeply moved.

He looked at me as if he didn't understand. I said, "That was very moving, Tim! I'm really impressed. If it makes you feel any better, I've started to enjoy some of the things that Delon has made me do. I'll keep your secret if you'll keep mine. Okay?"

He nodded but he still looked like didn't understand.

I caressed his cheek and said, "I haven't forgotten that you refused to ... you know ... in the bathroom. I appreciated that. I don't blame you for going along the last few days. I don't know of many men that wouldn't if they were given the opportunity you were. I mean that, Tim. I really don't blame you. But I'm really impressed with what you just said. If you ever change your mind, though, I'll be happy to do anything you want."

I stepped back and pointed to the dog collar on my neck. I asked, "Did you notice this? Doug put this here. He put one on me and on Helen and on Cindy. They signify something. They are slave collars and they signify that he accepts the change in our lives.

"That doesn't mean that we aren't actively trying to find some way to get Delon out of our lives. He's dangerous and he doesn't seem to have any boundaries. But even if that happens, the games won't end. Doug and I have started playing our own games.

"But I respect your decision and I promise not to make things difficult for you. I can't speak for Cal or for Delon. But I won't try to tempt you. Deal?"

He pulled me into his arms, kissed me on the forehead and said, "I'm really, really glad to hear that, Brooke. Not that you won't try to tempt me. I think you're hot. All three of you are hot. But I'm glad that you're handling this so well. I've been worried about you, even when I let them talk me into ... doing those things, even then I was worried about you. If there is anything I can do to help you, any of you, please let me know. Because I really wish that I could help."

I kissed him again and said, "Thank you, Tim. You're a real gentleman. But that secret is safe with me."

Helen smiled and said, "Me, too. If anyone ever asks I'll tell them you're nothing but a mad rapist."

He grinned and said, "Thanks. I appreciate that."

He dawdled for a few more minutes so that it would seem like he was doing what he purportedly came here to do. Then he smiled apologetically as if he let us down by not making us have sex with him and he left.

Helen and I looked at each other and it occurred to me that I owed her an apology, too. I went over and closed my office door and said, "Helen, I've been a bitch. I know. I don't have to tell you that. You've been well aware of it for years.

"I'd like to say that I didn't realize it and I didn't mean it. But the sad truth is I did realize it. I'm changing, though. And I'm sorry for the way I've behaved. If I ever get out of this mess I promise to make it up to you."

Helen chuckled and said, "You better keep that to yourself, too. I get the impression that it's a lot more fun to rape a cold bitch. It would ruin the fun for the guys if they found out you were turning into a nice person.

"But thank you. I appreciate that. I know it was hard for you to admit that. The truth is that you weren't the only bitch in the office. I rattled your cage every chance I got and we both know it. I'm glad we can get past that. For now, though, I suggest we keep this to ourselves."

I went over and hugged her. We stood there and held each other for a long, poignant moment before I stepped back and said, "That's enough of that touchy-feely shit. Now get back to work before I fire your lazy ass."

She laughed and said, "Fucking bitch!"

We smiled, comfortable with each other for the first time in eight years. Then she turned around and went back to her desk. With Cal satisfied and Delon off running errands it looked like we were finally going to be able to get a little work done.

Unfortunately, the excitement wasn't over for the day. I heard a commotion less than an hour later and looked up through my open office door. Helen had jumped to her feet and she was obviously furious. She was yelling at someone who had just come in.

I scrambled to my feet and rushed for the outer office. By the time I got there I was able to figure out what was going on. Helen was furious with Delon for coming to her house and fucking her while her husband was upstairs. She was screaming at him and threatening all sorts of dire consequences.

That isn't the approach to take with Delon. She was about to learn that. Before I could reach them he wrapped one large hand around her throat, spit in her face, slapped her and started to put her in her place.

He was drawing his hand back to slap her again when I reached them. I had no choice. I grabbed his arm so that he couldn't hit her.

I thought for a minute that he was going to turn on me. But he seemed to regain his sanity at the last moment. He lowered his arm and got right up in her face. He hissed, "Don't you EVER speak to me in that tone of voice again. Do you hear me, bitch? Next time I'll show up at dinner time and fuck you right there on the table in front of your old man if I feel like it. You gave up your right to say no to me. Live with it, bitch!"

He finally let her go. He spun around and glared at me. In a low voice that promised dire consequences he growled, "That was a mistake. That was a big mistake. I shouldn't have hit the bitch, even if she did ask for it. I lost it when she started screaming at me. But you don't grab me. You talk me down. You don't grab me. You're going to regret that."

I wasn't about to argue with him. The look on his face terrified me. I don't believe that I've ever seen anyone that angry before in my life. He reached out and pulled me closer. He pushed me down over Helen's desk and flipped my skirt up over my back. I thought for a moment that he was going to beat my ass.

I would have preferred that. Instead, he pulled his cock out and fucked me brutally right there in the outer office. My pussy wasn't totally dry but it wasn't lubricating either. It hurt like hell for the first two or three minutes but I was much too scared to fight him.

He raped me there on the desk for a painful eternity. I began to think that he was never going to cum. But finally he did. He pulled me off the desk and all but threw me to the floor where he forced his cock into my mouth. I still didn't resist. I sucked his cock clean just as I always do. But even then he wasn't finished with me. He rested the head of his cock just inside of my mouth and glared down at me. It took me a moment or two but at last I realized what was coming next.

He finally managed to spurt a few drops of urine into my mouth. Then there was more and a little more until at last he got the stream flowing. I wasn't able to take the head of his cock into my throat to make it easier. But I've done this often enough now that I was able to keep up. I managed to swallow his piss without spilling any and pissing him off any more than he already was.

When he was done he pushed me away and said, "I'm taking the rest of the day off. I'm too pissed to work."

Does he actually think he works here?! He can't be that deluded!

He put his cock away and stomped off. I got to my feet and headed for the restroom to clean up.

Helen tried to come with me to help but I told her I was alright. I assured her that I didn't need any help. Actually, I was too embarrassed. The first thing I was going to do when I got to the restroom was empty my stomach. I didn't need anyone to witness that.

I locked myself in the restroom and leaned over the toilet. I could feel his piss burning my stomach but I couldn't make it come back up. I stuck my finger down my throat and I gagged violently. But nothing came back up.

Finally I gave up and examined my bruised and battered pubic area. I was sore from the first few minutes of that violent rape when my poor pussy had been almost dry. But as far as I could tell he didn't seem to have torn anything. I sat on the toilet for several minutes. Only a few small drops of semen drained out of me. I guess he didn't enjoy me all that much after all.

I washed my face, hands and pubic area. By the time I patted myself dry with some paper towels I had calmed down enough to return to the office. As soon as I entered the outer office Helen scrambled to her feet and hurried over meet me. She threw her arms around me and held me close. She was still crying.

Through her tears she managed to say, "Oh god, Brooke! I'm so sorry. Thank you. I didn't ... I thought..."

She didn't know what to say. She was hardly able to talk she was crying so hard. I guided her to her seat and helped her down into it. I knew what she was trying to say. But the truth is this was my fault. If it wasn't for me that son of a bitch wouldn't be here to slap anyone around. He wouldn't be in our lives. She would never have met Delon and been exposed to his perversions if I didn't attempt to drive home drunk from a party, run down a pedestrian and leave the scene. I brought all of this down on us.

She kept trying to apologize and to thank me until I was about ready to slap her myself! Finally I put my fingers over her lips and told her that it wasn't her fault. It was mine.

She looked at me in a way that made me very uncomfortable. There was reverence in that look. Gratitude, respect that was so very undeserved. I'm not a good person.

She quieted down finally and said, "You grabbed his arm. You stopped him from hitting me. He was furious. That look on his face! That was the bravest thing I've ever seen! I'm not going to forget that, Brooke. I'm never going to forget what you just did."

That's fine. But what scares me is that he isn't going to either. I'm going to pay for that and it's going to be expensive.

I patted Helen on the shoulder and straightened up. I put a stern look on my face and said, "I thought I told you to get your lazy ass back to work. We aren't paying you to sit there feeling sorry for yourself! Who does the fucking hiring and firing around this place?!"

She smiled and said, "Your husband, bitch."

We laughed quietly and that helped to calm us both down a little more. I looked over at Cindy. She was still wiping tears from her eyes but even she was smiling. I went back into my office and tried to focus my attention on my work again. It took a while.

The rest of the morning was almost uneventful. One of the janitors came in at a little after eleven. He came right in without knocking and pulled his cock out as he approached my desk.

It occurred to me that I didn't really have to do this. Delon left no orders. Helen wasn't in charge. There was nothing stopping me from sending him back to work. But for some reason I didn't.

He walked right up to my face, massaging his semi-hard cock as he came closer. He pressed the spongy head against my lips without a word. And without a word I opened my mouth and started sucking.

This was one of the two janitors that I haven't sucked off yet. This was the man with the largest cock. This was the cock that felt so fucking wonderful when he fucked me. I'm not sure why I was cooperating now. It may just be that I wanted to see if I could do it. Or maybe it was nothing more complicated than he has a nice cock and I like sucking cocks.

I started sucking enthusiastically and in only seconds his cock was fully erect. I took about half of it into my mouth without a lot of effort. But it was that second half that was so daunting, and so challenging. I could look down my nose and see a good six inches of very fat cock that wanted my attention. I was tempted to just use my hand the way I would've done if I was the kind of girl that would suck a big black cock a week and a half ago.

I couldn't do that, though. I had to at least try. It helped that he wasn't forcing me. His hands were resting on my shoulders and he was content to watch me suck him off. He probably didn't even expect me to try taking that monster cock into my throat.

I didn't think I could do it. But I began applying pressure on the down strokes, trying to force the head of his cock past that point at the entrance to my throat that always wanted to resist. The first few times it wouldn't go. But I noticed that it wasn't painful. Not yet anyway.

I got excited on the fourth or fifth attempt when it almost went. I was still nervous. It just might hurt like hell if I succeeded. But on the next try I kept pressing, refusing to give up until it went. And damned if it didn't!

His cock slid into the entrance to my throat and under his breath he exclaimed, "I'll be a son of a bitch!!"

High praise indeed!

I paused to evaluate what I was feeling. I couldn't breathe with his cock lodged in my throat. But I knew before I forced that fat knob down my throat that I wouldn't be able to. I felt stretched more than ever before. It was uncomfortable. But it didn't really hurt. So I slowly worked a little more of it into my throat before I pulled back.

It's easier to do this with a nice, skinny cock that I can leave in my throat and still breathe. The hardest part is always forcing the head of a cock into my throat. But I've found that once I get a cock into my throat the first time it gets easier each time after that. That was true with this monster cock, too.

I began to take more and more of it on each stroke until my lips were stretched painfully wide around the base of his cock. After that I established a rhythm in which I drove my lips down his shaft five times, pulled all the way back long enough to catch a couple of breaths and then repeated it.

I thought he was getting close and I was disappointed when he suddenly pulled his cock out of my mouth. I almost did it!

But he made it up to me. He helped me out of my chair and bent me down over my desk. This time my pussy was soaking wet when he lifted my skirt up and drove that beautiful cock into me. I was still a little tender after that dry rape by Delon this morning. But I didn't care. I like being fucked by that huge cock.

While he was pounding it into me I became aware once again of the difference those rings were making. If I didn't hate Delon so much I'd thank him for those rings. I came twice before the janitor finally came. I'm reasonably certain that I would have cum even without the rings. But there was no denying they made it so much more pleasurable.

He left his cock inside of me while it slowly deflated. He finally pulled it out after several very pleasant minutes. I pushed myself up off the desk with a groan and spun around to lick his cock clean.

When I finally got to my feet I smiled and said, "Mel, if I wasn't married I do believe I'd stalk you. You're a fantastic fuck. You have a beautiful cock and you really know how to use it."

I think he was blushing! But he smiled and said, "And you are the sexiest woman that I've ever used it on. I know that you did that with your mouth on several well hung men that work here, including Hasan and Glover. And I know that you do it for that evil boy that you let tell you what to do. But I never thought you could do it for me.

"I know it's none of my business, Miss. But that boy, that Delon, he's bad. He's dangerous I think. You should stay away from him, Miss."

I sighed and answered, "I wish I could, Mel. Thanks for the warning. But I'm afraid that for the time being I don't have any choice. He ... well, right now he has a hold over me that I can't do anything about. I'm trying, though. I appreciate your concern."

He smiled and said, "If you want I can help. I'd be happy to teach him some manners."

I smiled and said, "I'll keep you in mind."

I kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for his kind offer. Then we walked arm and arm to the restroom. I had cum running halfway down my leg by the time I ducked in to clean up.

When I returned to the office a few minutes later, Helen and Cindy both looked nervous. Helen said, "Delon called. He's waiting outside to take you to lunch. Do you really have to do this, Brooke? He was scary before. But..."

I knew what she meant. He was scary before. But he lost it this morning and we all saw the potential for violence in him. For that few moments when his rage took over he was truly terrifying. He was on a real power trip now. He wasn't playing at it anymore. But I had no choice.

I went into my office and retrieved my purse from the drawer. I took a few deep breaths and tried to force myself to calm down. When I thought I could act like I wasn't terrified I walked out of the office without looking at Cindy or Helen. I didn't want them to know that I was scared half to death. I doubt if I fooled anyone.

Delon and Jarek were waiting outside in Jarek's convertible. Delon acted like he was calm now. He behaved as if that scene with Helen this morning never happened. He was even smiling. He got out and held the seat forward so that I could climb into the back.

When I was seated he got back in and Jarek drove off. They never said a word to me. He didn't even order me to take my blouse or my skirt off or unbutton anything. I had a feeling that was a bad sign.

Both boys ignored me. I should have preferred that but it wasn't normal. It worried me.

I stared out the side window. It was a hot day. They had the top up and the air conditioner was on. It was cool enough in the back seat but I certainly wasn't comfortable.

We didn't go far. Jarek drove to a rundown old convenience store at the edge of the industrial district and parked in the back. Delon got out of the car and went in through the back door. Two minutes later he opened the door and waved us in.

Jarek turned the engine off and we got out. I had a bad feeling about this. Jarek saw me hesitate and grabbed my elbow. He propelled me through the door in front of him. The door didn't lead into the store. We entered a large storeroom stacked with more beer than I've ever seen before. There were cases of it everywhere, everywhere but in the space that it looked like someone recently cleared in the center of the room.

I knew the significance of that cleared space. The heavily stained and tattered old quilt spread out in the center made it obvious what I was here for.

Delon was waiting for us near the quilt. Jarek led me over and stood me in front of Delon.

Delon wasn't smiling now. He glared down at me and said, "This isn't your punishment for what you did today. That will be on Wednesday. You'll be taking Wednesday off. This is just me working a deal. I'm not going to have any more trouble with you today, am I, bitch?"

I shook my head.

He glared at me for a moment longer and then turned without another word and left the room. He was gone for several minutes. When he returned he was accompanied by nine old black men. They were all in their late fifties or early sixties. There were all shapes and sizes but most of them were morbidly obese. They didn't look all that clean, either.

One of them came forward with Delon and looked me over. He leered at me and asked, "What's yer name, sweetheart?"

"Brooke."

"How old are you, Brooke?"

"Twenty-six."

He glanced down at my left hand and asked, "How long you been married?"

"Eight years."

"Got any kids?"

I shook my head.

He nodded his head towards Delon and asked, "Watchoo doin' with this nigger?"

I glanced at Delon. I didn't know how to answer that.

Delon smiled and nodded. I took that to mean he wanted me to tell him the truth. But I watched Delon's eyes as I answered. Just in case I needed to change my story in a hurry.

I cleared my throat and said, "He's blackmailing me. I have to do anything he tells me to do."

The old man chuckled and asked, "So yer here against yer will?"

I nodded.

"How long's he been blackmailing you?"

"Since last Monday."

"You been getting' yer fill of black cock since Monday?"

"More than I ever imagined I would."

Was that ever a fucking understatement!

The old man laughed and said, "Then you won't hardly notice a few more, will ya?"

"Are you really giving me a choice?"

I saw the look in Delon's eyes and I knew I was pushing it. But the old guy just chuckled and said, "Why don't you take them clothes off while I think it over."

I dropped my purse on the floor near a stack of boxes. I unbuttoned my blouse and dropped it on top of that same stack of beer boxes. I slid my shoes off and pushed them up against the bottom box and then it took only seconds to remove my skirt. I saw the hungry looks on the faces of the men. Unfortunately I knew what they were having for lunch. It wasn't something from Subway.

The old man started unbuckling his belt. He grinned at me and said, "This is my store. That's why I get to go first. Do you know why yer here? You know why I get to fuck ya?"

I shook my head. I didn't really care. I've been fucking men for a week now for no other reason than to amuse Delon. If he thought I was going to be upset to learn that I was fucking him and his eight friends for a pack of gum he was mistaken. It just didn't matter.

He was watching my face closely as he pulled his pants down to his knees and let them fall around his ankles. He stepped out of them and his rundown old loafers at the same time. As he began working his old, frayed, permanently stained boxers down he said, "Me and my friends get to fuck you for four cases of beer. You get to have sex with nine old niggers and it ain't gonna cost me nothin' cause my friends are paying me for the fucking beer so they can fuck you, too. This is one of the best deals I've made in a long time!"

I still didn't care. None of them looked all that clean. That bothered me. But the rest of it ... none of that mattered. Not now. Not anymore.

I glanced down at the cock he just exposed. It was still totally soft. It was long and very dark. He wasn't circumcised. A large flap of skin covered the head of his cock completely and extended out past the knob for nearly half an inch.

I was more used to Delon's cock. He wasn't circumcised either. But more often than not when I saw his cock it was hard or well on its way to being hard and the head of his cock was exposed, at least to some degree.

The old man stepped onto the old quilt and said, "I ain't one of them young bucks ya been used to fuckin'. Yer gonna have to do some work to get me ready to fuck ya."

I moved over in front of him and dropped to my knees. I wrapped my fingers around his soft cock and lifted it up. I took a deep breath and leaned into him, working as quickly as I could to get this over with. I could smell the sweat on his balls but it was fresh. I'm guessing that like his storeroom his store isn't air conditioned. It was stifling hot in the storeroom and everyone was sweating. But the old man apparently bathes regularly and I was grateful for that.

I bathed his balls with my tongue and worked my way up his cock. It was pretty impressive but it hadn't even twitched. Not even when I skinned it back and licked the tip thoroughly.

I took it into my mouth and started sucking while my hand cradled and gently teased his balls. It took a long time but he finally started to react. There were a few mild twitches and it began to grow slightly harder. I don't think it ever got longer and it never got entirely hard.

When it was maybe half hard he said, "Lay down. I'm gonna fuck you now."

I started to explain about my piercings. But before I could say a word, Delon cleared his throat. I glanced over at him and the look on his face made it clear that no one wanted to hear anything I had to say.

I stretched out on my back on the quilt and spread my legs. That was when the smell hit me and I realized just how filthy the quilt really was. I shivered in disgust. Not because of what was about to happen to me but because the thought of my skin in contact with that nasty quilt made me want to vomit.

The old man dropped to his knees between my legs. His eyes moved over my body for a few seconds. He made note of the rings. You couldn't miss them. They were bigger around than a quarter and very thick.

He didn't care about the rings or anything else. He only cared about my pussy. He worked a finger inside of me. I was shocked when I realized that my pussy was wet! I was grateful. But I couldn't understand it. I certainly wasn't excited!

He pulled his finger out and held it up. Everyone in the room saw my juices glistening in the light from the bare light bulb hanging down from the ceiling right over our heads. I heard several lewd comments and most of the men were amused enough to laugh out loud at the evidence of what a slut I've become.

The old man moved up over me. He stared into my eyes and said, "Put my dick in that juicy cunt for me, girl. I ain't had me any white pussy since I was Delon's age. Let's see if you white girls are any better at fuckin' than you used to be."

I lined his still alarmingly soft cock up with my pussy and held it in place while he slowly worked it in. It wasn't easy. The shaft kept bending and nearly slipping back out. I was getting worried that I would be here all day just trying to get this first old guy off!

He finally managed to get the entire thing inside of me. He sighed loudly, indicating that at least there was still some feeling in his worn out old cock. He began moving up and down over me a couple of inches at a time. He was being very careful not to go too far. We were both afraid that he was going to fall out and we would have to start all over again.

He was not, however, being careful about disturbing my piercings. His tits were nearly as big as mine and with ever stroke they rubbed against my nipples. His pubic bone irritated the piercing over my clit each time he drove his cock into me.

I was in agony. I cried out with every stroke. If he knew the reason for my suffering he didn't care. He just smiled down at me and enjoyed my suffering until at least twenty minutes later when he finally tensed up and experienced a mild orgasm. Or at least I suppose he did. He may have been faking it just to get it over with. His cock never got completely hard.

He lay on top of me panting as if he was dying for a minute or two before he finally pushed himself back up on his knees. He waited there. I knew that Delon must have told him what I would do after he fucked me. I sat up, leaned forward and sucked is slimy cock clean.

I detected a faint taste of cum so I guess he really did have an orgasm. But then it started all over again. I had to suck them all for a few minutes before they fucked me. Some of them were not as conscientious about their bathing habits as the store owner. Some of those old men had obviously not bathed in days.

Most of them, thankfully, were able to get an erection, though most of them lasted as long as or longer than the owner. Each and every one of them made me lie on my back while they fucked me. It wasn't so bad after a while, though. By the time the fourth or fifth man fucked me I was getting numb.

It went on and on as if it would stretch into eternity. It was nearly three o'clock by the time the last of them climbed off of me.

My ordeal wasn't over, though. They made me load the cases of beer into Jarek's trunk, in the nude. I carried all four cases out to the car in the nude with thin streams of cum running down both legs.

Only one other person saw me. A UPS truck drove down the alleyway and stopped when the driver saw me. He watched as I loaded the last two cases of beer in the trunk. Jarek closed the trunk and Delon came out with my purse and my clothes and a couple of nasty rags. He tossed me the rags and everyone watched while I did my best to sop up the cum leaking out of me.

When I was finished, Jarek looked at me skeptically and said, "I don't know man. It looks like that shit is still leaking out of her cunt. I don't want that crap on my seats."

They solved that problem by giving me a small scrap of cloth to jam up inside of my pussy. I was finally allowed to get in the car. Delon held onto my clothing. Jarek lowered the top and drove me back to work while I sat in back naked to the world.

When we got to the plant, Delon turned in his seat and said, "I got a party to go to tonight. You don't have to do your homework. In fact, I don't want you reading any stories or looking at pictures tonight or tomorrow. Take Wednesday off. I'll pick you up in the morning. You have to wear your slut clothes. And I guess you still gotta put out for the guys that you work with. It would be cruel to cut them off now. But except for that you almost got your life back until Wednesday."

He got out and helped me out of the car. He handed me my clothes and my shoes and said, "Don't put these on until you get to your office."

Then he got back in and they put the top back up. They watched me go back inside and then they drove away.

I headed straight for the restroom. I cleaned up as best I could and put my clothes back on. I brushed my hair, picked up my purse, and tried to steel myself to face Helen and Cindy. I stopped at the vending machines and got a Coke. I needed a drink to wash down some Tylenol.

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