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updated sep 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 17

My co-workers looked up when I entered the front office. Cindy was obviously worried about me. But Helen looked frantic. I knew what she was thinking; that I went through whatever I just experienced only because I stopped Delon from hitting her. It was nice to get a little sympathy from her. But this wasn't her fault. And as unpleasant as it was, I've been through worse things since meeting Delon.

Once I've taken a few Tylenol and the pain in my nipples and clit hood stops throbbing I'll be fine. I'm more worried about whatever it is that Delon has planned for Wednesday.

Cindy and Helen followed me into my office. I smiled wryly as I dug out my Tylenol and said, "Lighten up, girls. It wasn't that bad. And Helen, it wasn't your fault. You had every right to tell the son of a bitch off. Let's not forget whose fault it is that we have to deal with that devious bastard. I'm the one that fucked up and gave him all the power."

I slid into my seat and sighed loudly. I was exhausted. I looked up at Helen and asked, "Did I miss anything important?"

Cindy rushed out of my office and came scurrying back in a moment later with a handful of phone messages. But both women continued to stand around my desk and stare at me with compassionate looks on their faces. Finally I said, "Relax. I just had to buy them some beer."

Helen looked at me skeptically and said, "For more than three hours?!"

I shrugged and admitted, "I didn't get to use money."

I sent them out of the office so I could return my calls but before they left I said, "I won't be in on Wednesday."

They turned to look at me and the alarm on their faces made it clear that they understood. They were nearly as worried about me as I was.

I managed to do a little business in the little time remaining before quitting time. But there was a lot left undone. I was starting to get behind on everything. I had two reports that I had to get out every week and I haven't even touched the accounting other than to enter the deposits from last week.

Helen and Cindy came back into my office before going home. I stopped what I was doing and said, "I know it isn't fair. You have both been working harder for a long time than you should have to. I keep telling you that we're going to hire someone to help out but every time I decide to do it we get into a budget crunch and I can't."

I sighed and said, "So I really do understand how unfair it is of me to ask your help this week. I'm getting behind on everything and I have no idea how I'm going to get even the bare minimum done. I haven't touched the books. Those two reports that waste so much of my time have to get done to keep the Government from having kittens.

"I'll do what I can tomorrow and I'll work as late as I can. But I don't have any choice about taking Wednesday off. It wasn't my idea. If you guys will do what you can to get me through this week I'd appreciate it."

Helen smiled and said, "I've done bookkeeping in the past. I can take care of that. You suck at it anyway."

I laughed. She was right. My high school education and total lack of business experience did not prepare me for keeping the books for a company as large as ours is becoming.

I thanked her for her help.

Cindy said, "I've typed up those two reports so many times I could do them in my sleep. I'll need access to the records you keep in your cabinet. But I can do them. If I have any problems I know Helen can help me out."

Suddenly the tears I've been holding back broke through the gates and began flowing. I covered my face with my hands and let it go. They both rushed around my desk and tried to comfort me. The problem was that more than half the reason I was crying was because I've been such a bitch to them over the years.

That strange tableau was what greeted Doug when he came in to collect me for our walk through. He stood just inside my door for a moment before asking, "What have you three done with the ladies that used to work here?"

Helen answered, "They'll be back tomorrow. You've been working them too hard. They needed a break."

He got serious then. He quietly said to me, "I heard you had a long lunch today. Are you alright?"

I smiled wryly and said, "I had to go buy some beer for Delon and his friends."

He didn't think it was funny either.

I put my work up and grabbed my purse out of my drawer. I got up and hugged Helen and Cindy and thanked them for the sympathy and for their offer of assistance. I sent them home and Doug and I walked through the quiet plant making certain that everything was in order before going home.

He asked about my long lunch on the drive home. I told him what happened in the storeroom of that old convenience store.

He glanced down at my piercings through the sheer blouse I was wearing and asked, "Should we maybe check with Dr. Platt? Damn! I should have thought of that earlier! I guess I haven't been thinking very clearly. Of course we should have him check you out. What if those things get infected? From what you told me about that tattoo parlor it wasn't the cleanest place in town."

I shook my head and said, "There's no way I'm letting him see me like this! I could never look him in the eyes again. That antiseptic cream is doing its job just fine. I'm healing up quickly. What they did today was painful but they didn't do any damage. I checked.

"Assuming that someday we'll find a cure for Delon, I'll go to a reputable piercing place once he's out of our lives and have these god awful rings replaced with something a little more discreet. Until that happens I won't be going to see our doctor."

As soon as we got home I went up and took a long, hot shower. Doug started dinner and I forced myself to call Carol from the phone in the bedroom.

Bob answered the phone. He tried to kid around like we would have before he fucked me last Saturday. I ignored his sophomoric jokes and asked to speak with Carol. He seemed nervous and I got more than a little bit of pleasure from that. I liked it that he was afraid of what I might say to his wife.

I finally assured him, "I'm not going to say anything about what you did to me on Saturday, Bob. But don't try to act like it never happened. And don't think that we can go back to the way we were. But knowing Carol as well as I do, you probably won't have to worry about that anyway. After what she saw yesterday I'll be surprised if she wants to see me again. Now let me talk to her ... please."

He didn't say another word. There was a moment of silence and then Carol came on the line. She had obviously calmed down since we spoke last night, but only a little.

I was very uncomfortable. I didn't know what to say to her. We've been friends for a long time but she's like I was before Delon began to change me and I don't think she'll be able to handle even a sanitized version of what I'm going through now.

I realized, though, that I had to try to work this out with her. We've been good friends for a long time and I'll miss her if that ends now. I said, "Carol, Doug is making dinner. If you want to talk, and I hope that you do, please come over in about an hour. I don't know what I'm going to say. But I want a chance to try to save our friendship. Will you do that for me?"

"Of course I will! Brooke! You're my best friend! I'm worried about you! I'll be there at seven. Have a drink ready for me. I think I'm going to need it."

I smiled and promised to make it strong. We hung up and I started for the stairs. But I suddenly remembered the emails from the anonymous ghost from my past and curiosity won out over hunger. I turned and went to the computer room to see if there was another email from whoever it was.

I wasn't disappointed. But I sat there looking at it for a long time, too afraid to open it. This person represented only a minor threat to me. They have the power to ruin my reputation in my home town. But my parents are dead now. I have no living relatives in that town. I still have a few old friends that I hear from every now and then. It would be sad if I ended up having to cut all of the ties to my childhood. But if it became necessary I could. I wasn't planning on attending my high school reunion anyway.

I finally opened the email. There were still no threats. There were no demands. Just more requests for embarrassing information. Whoever it was apparently just wanted to know what I was thinking and feeling when I did the things I was doing in those pictures. He or she wanted to know every detail of what it was like when someone pissed in my mouth and when I sucked a dog's cock.

I didn't have time for that now. But I sent a short response, promising to answer in detail within a day or two. I tried for the first time to get the person writing the emails to give me some clue about their identity and then I shut everything down.

I got to the kitchen just as Doug was serving dinner. I told him that Carol would be coming over after we ate. He grinned and said, "That could be interesting. Cory called me on my cell phone while you were upstairs. He's coming over later with some parts that he is pretty certain are an exact match for your car."

I waited until we finished eating and were clearing off the table to tell him that I wasn't going to work on Wednesday. He didn't say anything for a long time. But finally he stopped work and said, "Maybe it's time to take a different tack with that little pervert. He's getting out of hand and his obvious lack of limits concerns me as much as it does you."

I shrugged and pointed out the obvious. "We still have no leverage we can use against him. And he still has those pictures. Even after Cory fixes our car he'll have the evidence. What are you going to do? Have him beaten up? That will just piss him off. Have him killed? Then what happens to the evidence?

"I'm sorry, Doug. I want him out of my life more than I know how to say. He just keeps getting scarier. But this is all my fault. I brought this down on us. And as much as it pisses you off when I say it, I deserve this. I'm being punished for the terrible things I've done. And do you know what? I think I'm learning from it. I get along so much better with Cindy and Helen now. And you can't deny that I'm a better wife now. I want this to end as much as you do. But until we can find some way to control Delon he has all the power."

Doug sighed and said, "Yeah. I know. It just seems like I should be doing something to protect you from him. I feel so fucking useless!"

I closed the door to the dishwasher and put my arms around his waist. I rested my head on his chest and said, "Don't be silly, Doug! You aren't useless! You're an excellent cook!"

We laughed at that and I added, "And you have become the best lover in the world. You are the only man that has ever fucked me into unconsciousness. I'm thinking of having a statue of you erected in the front yard."

He chuckled and said, "That's a great idea! A permanent erection in our front yard!"

I checked the time and wormed my way out of Doug's arms. I said, "Carol will be right over. I promised to have a strong drink waiting for her."

He leaned down and kissed me. He said, "I love you. I suppose you can go ahead and make two. After a day like today I guess you've earned one."

I know how much he hates to see me drink, and with very good reason. I smiled and said, "Thank you. I appreciate that. But I think the need for a drink has passed. If you offered it to me when I got back to the office today I would have taken it. I don't think I need it now."

He ordered me to sit down and he made a drink for Carol. He's the bartender in the family so I was happy to let him. He left it sitting on the counter and turned to ask, "Last chance, are you sure you don't want one?"

I smiled and nodded. Then he asked, "Are you sure you want to have this talk with Carol dressed like that?"

I wasn't wearing the slutty clothes that Delon and his friends bought me. I had on a light t-shirt and a pair of shorts. But I was wearing the dog collar that Doug bought for me. I ran my fingertips over it lightly and smiled at him. I nodded and said, "I like it. I like that you put it there. I love what it stands for."

Before he could respond the doorbell rang. I started to get up but he waved me back down and said, "Sit. I'll get it."

I still didn't know what I was going to say to Carol.

And then she was standing in the door to my kitchen staring at me and blushing. It was painfully obvious that neither of us knew what to say.

She went to the counter, picked up her drink and gulped down almost half of it before turning back around and quietly asking, "Are you alright? Are you in some kind of trouble?"

I smiled at the huge understatement. I avoided her questions and said, "I'm surprised that you're even speaking to me after what you saw yesterday."

"Of course I'm speaking to you! You're my best friend! Or at least I'd be speaking to you if I had the slightest idea what to say. Brooke, what the hell is going on?"

I decided that I was wrong earlier when I said that I didn't need a drink. I called out to Doug in the living room, "Honey. I've changed my mind. Would you make another drink for Carol? And I need one, too."

He came into the kitchen and went around the table, stopping on the way to kiss me. He smiled and said, "I kind of figured you'd change your mind."

He mixed us each a drink and set them on the table. Then he had to leave to answer the doorbell. Carol sat down. I was sitting at one end of the table. She sat to my right so close that our knees were touching. I think she planned on doing a lot of whispering.

She was more nervous than I was and for some reason that made me feel better. I watched as she gulped down the remainder of her first drink. I took a couple sips of mine and waited for her to calm down a little.

It didn't help that Doug came through the kitchen on the way to the garage with Cory following close behind.

Carol gasped when she saw him and then looked at me with a look of horror on her face. As soon as they closed the garage door behind them she whispered, "That's him!"

I sighed and said, "Yes. But that isn't the 'him' that's the problem."

She was justifiably confused. I slowly reached across the corner of the table, half expecting her to pull away. She didn't. Instead, she met me half way and we held hands in silence for a moment. Finally I said, "I can explain, at least some of it. You aren't going to like what you hear and you may not want anything more to do with me when I'm finished. But I'll tell you what I can."

She looked at me as if I'd slapped her. She exclaimed, "Brooke! What kind of person do you think I am?!"

I smiled and responded, "You're the kind of person I was a week ago. Unfortunately, I'm different now. I'm not the same woman you've been friends with since we moved in here. Honey, I'm being blackmailed."

She swiveled her head around towards the door behind me that led into the garage.

I squeezed her hand and said, "No. Not him. He's one of the good guys. He's actually kind of nice. He's hung like a horse, too."

I had to laugh at her reaction to that. I never would have said something like that to her or to anyone else before last Monday. Her mouth gaped open in shock. I said, "Sorry. I told you I've changed.

"His name is Cory. He's a friend of the little prick that's blackmailing me. Believe it or not he's helping me out. The little son of a bitch across the street is the one that's blackmailing me."

"The kid who had that awful band?! Devon or whatever his name is?"

"Delon. Yes. That's him. He has something he's holding over me that's so horrible I couldn't possibly tell you what it is. It's so awful that since last Monday I've had to do whatever he tells me to do. He's a nasty little pervert. Compared to the things he makes me do what you saw me doing in the garage yesterday was nothing. I didn't even mind it. I would have preferred that you didn't witness it. But except for that I enjoyed it."

Carol took another big sip of her drink and whispered, "Two black kids! You've had sex with two different black kids and one of them is hung like a horse?!"

If only! But I couldn't help smiling. I never thought I'd hear Carol use the phrase "hung like a horse."

Her expression changed suddenly and she exclaimed, "That car wash! Bob was there when you were washing those cars across the street. You were almost naked! Did Bob... ?"

I hated to lie to Carol. But I didn't want to be responsible for harming her marriage. I was mad at Bob and I didn't feel much like protecting him. But Carol loves him and I didn't want to hurt her.

I smiled and said, "He just watched me wash the cars, Carol. He doesn't know I'm being blackmailed and he didn't know that I would rather have been just about anywhere else. You can't blame him for enjoying the show."

She wasn't quite sure if she blamed him or not. I know that she didn't talk to him for nearly a month once when she found out he went to a strip club with a couple of his friends. But she believed me when I said he only watched. Maybe that was because she wanted so badly to believe.

Carol timidly asked, "And yesterday?"

I shrugged and explained, "Cory's doing me a huge favor. That was what he wanted in return. But I've changed in the last week, Carol. Doug and I both have. I like sucking cocks now. And I enjoy being fucked like I never have before."

If I said the words cock or fuck the last time we talked she would have been offended. I would have said "his thing" if I mentioned a cock at all. I would have said 'made love' or 'slept with' but never fuck. It isn't that we never talk about sex. We have, for instance, discussed oral sex and the fact that neither one of us enjoys it.

She cocked her eyebrow at me as if to ask me what I've done with the real Brooke.

I shrugged and as if I was trying to shock her I said, "I've sucked off more than a dozen men in the last week, a dozen different men. Most of them have been black men. I've been fucked by nearly twice that many. There have been times that I even enjoyed it, like in the garage last night. And now I suck Doug's cock every chance I get and I love it.

"He's changed, too. He doesn't like everything that's happening. But some of it excites him. He enjoyed watching me have sex with Cory in the garage. I think he was even amused that you were watching."

Doug came in just then with Cory following close behind. He was smiling brightly. He kissed the top of my head and said, "We're in luck! They're an exact match. We'll take care of it tomorrow evening."

I smiled at Cory and said, "Thank you, Cory. Cory, this is my friend, Carol. She was the woman parked out front while you fucked me yesterday."

Carol gasped loudly, shocked that I would embarrass her this way. I reached out, pulled Cory closer and asked, "Have you ever seen a big, black cock, Carol?"

She shook her head violently.

"Would you like to?"

She shook her head again, though not so violently this time. I rested my hand over the long tube of flesh in Cory's pants and asked, "Are you certain, Carol? I won't tell anyone."

She shook her head again, very slowly this time. But I noticed that her eyes never left my hand or the tube of flesh that had begun to grow even larger in his pants.

She stared in shock as I slid my hand up and unbuttoned the front of Cory's jeans.

Doug went over and leaned against the counter behind Carol with a shit eating grin on his face.

I slowly pulled the zipper down and worked his tight jeans down over his hips to his knees. I glanced up at Cory. He was watching Carol closely. It looked like he was trying not to laugh.

I traced the bulge in his underwear for a moment, leaned down and kissed it lightly, and then I turned back to Carol and asked, "Would you like me to pull his underwear down now?"

I don't know why I was doing this to Carol. It may have been that I just wanted to broaden her horizons. Or maybe I hoped to get even with Bob. I don't remember thinking about why I did it. It was totally spontaneous. I just did it.

Carol didn't respond. She was obviously shocked and afraid. She was just as obviously extremely curious. I began to slowly pull Cory's underwear down, baring his nearly foot long cock a little bit at a time until it was totally exposed.

Cory's cock is so large and heavy that it doesn't stand up very well when it gets hard. And it hardly gets any larger at all. It gets a little thicker and it gets very hard. But it still hangs down more than most guys. I guess that's appropriate since there is so much more of it to hang down.

I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his hard cock. I moved my hand up and down that magnificent shaft a couple of times. I smiled at Carol and said, "It feels so good in my hand. It's so soft, and yet so hard. It feels hot. And when he puts it in my pussy, girl I don't have the words to explain how wonderful that feels. Do you want to hold it?"

She shook her head, very, very slowly. She kept shaking her head in response to every question. But the answer had stopped being no several minutes ago.

I watched her eyes as I reached out, took her hand and gently guided it to his hard cock. There was just the slightest resistance at first. She knew she wasn't supposed to touch another man's cock. And the fact that it was a huge, black cock only compounded the sin. But she let me guide her hand to that long black pole and help her to close her fingers around it.

For several long minutes it was like she was alone in the room with that cock. She stared at it and her hand began to slowly move up and down the shaft. I got the impression from watching her that she wasn't quite aware that she was doing it.

I watched her with a reassuring smile on my face but she didn't even look at me. Not at first, anyway. She was only half paying attention when Cory pulled my t-shirt off and began to massage one of my tits. I had been topless for several minutes when Carol screamed and exclaimed, "Your nipples!!"

But I noticed that her hand continued moving up and down on the cock in her hand.

My nipples were still a bit tender from paying for Delon's beer earlier today. But Cory was being careful and what he was doing felt nice.

I ignored her outburst. I leaned closer and kissed Cory's belly. I rested my cheek there and smiled past his impressive erection to say, "I can take that hard cock into my throat now, Carol. Did you see me doing it yesterday? Did you see me with his cock buried to the hilt in my mouth and throat?"

She nodded as if she was in a trance.

I leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock while she held it, still moving her hand slowly up and down.

I pulled back and rested my face on his belly again and asked, "Can you imagine what that would feel like in your pussy? Have you ever fucked a big cock like that, Carol?"

She moved her lips as if to speak but no sound came out. Finally she shook her head.

"Would you like to, honey? Would you like me to help you? I promise it will be an experience you'll remember fondly for the rest of your life."

She wanted to say yes. I could see it in her eyes. Instead she whispered, "Bob..."

I said, "What Bob doesn't know won't hurt him. I'm not going to tell him. Doug won't tell him. Cory is much too much of a gentleman. He would never fuck and tell."

I was afraid she wasn't ready yet, or that she would let me make this happen but not in front of Doug. So I thought it was a mistake when he moved behind her chair, reached around and began to slowly unbutton her blouse.

She didn't even look down at his hands. She stared at Cory's cock and whispered, "This is so wrong."

I calmly and quietly replied, "It's what you make of it. It's what you want it to be. You aren't going to make love to Cory. He's going to fuck you. He's going to put that once in a lifetime cock in your hot pussy and he's going to make you feel better than you've ever felt before."

I was tempted to tell her what really happened between me and her asshole of a husband to ease her conscience. But I knew that would be a mistake. And this would be better. I was getting revenge on Bob and doing Carol a favor at the same time. I knew she was going to love this. I knew it from personal experience.

Doug had her blouse unbuttoned. He slid it down off one shoulder and she pulled her arm out of the sleeve. She couldn't seem to bring herself to take her other hand off Cory's cock so he left her blouse hanging from her elbow.

He gently unfastened her bra, baring her very nice breasts. She hardly noticed. She didn't even react beyond a slight flinch when Doug cupped her breasts in his hands and whispered, "Very nice, Carol! I had no idea you had such perfect breasts!"

The corners of her mouth turned up into a barely discernable smile. But that was her only reaction.

Doug's hands slid down Carol's stomach to the waistband of her proper, knee length skirt. He worked them around to the fasteners in the back and slowly unbuttoned and then unzipped her skirt.

I stood up then. I went around Cory and helped Carol to her feet. I pried her hand away from Cory's cock, but only for long enough to remove her blouse and her bra. When she was topless at last I placed her fingers back on his cock.

Doug pulled her chair out of the way and lowered her skirt to the floor. While he rolled her pantyhose down over her hips I said, "I'm not allowed to wear those anymore. You should try it. I'm so much more comfortable without them."

Doug helped her out of her pantyhose and then caressed her ass and her flat tummy through her plain white panties. He lightly kissed the cheeks of her shapely ass for a moment and then began to slide her panties down.

Her breath caught for a moment when he exposed her pussy. But I saw the smile she tried to suppress when Cory quietly exclaimed, "Beautiful! That's a sweet looking pussy!"

She was naked now and she was obviously ready. I dropped to my knees in front of her and kissed her pubic mound lightly. She exclaimed, "Brooke!"

I kissed her again and said, "This is something else I've begun to enjoy, Carol. If you are very good I'll show you later."

She didn't respond. But she didn't pull away when I kissed her again and then moved my tongue through her unbelievably wet slit.

I stood up and quietly asked Doug to go spread out the afghan on the floor in the living room. I took his place behind Carol, cupped her really nice breasts in my hand and whispered in her ear, "You're going to love this, honey. I give you my word."

Cory and I each took one of her hands and led her into the living room. As we did I wondered how it had come to this. This was never the plan. But I wasn't kidding her. I wouldn't have guessed it earlier, before I started this. But I was certain now that she was going to enjoy what was about to happen to her.

If I didn't think that she could do this without regrets I wouldn't be doing it. I wasn't doing it to hurt her. I wasn't doing it to get even with Bob. I can't deny that it tickles me that his wife is going to fuck a black teenager behind his back. But that isn't why I'm encouraging her to do this.

Carol allowed us to lead her to the afghan and lower her to the floor. She still stared at Cory's cock in awe. He dropped to his knees between her legs and began to kiss and lick her drooling pussy. It looked like she was going into convulsions when his tongue entered her sexy body.

I stretched out beside her and took her into my arms. I touched my lips to hers, gently, careful not to alarm her. She opened her eyes and stared into my face for a moment. Then she began to return my kiss. She closed her eyes again as our lips pressed together and our tongues began to dance.

My hand returned to one of her breasts and I teased it lovingly while the passion mounted in my friend. She started going freaky-crazy when the orgasms started hitting her one after another. I mean she really lost control! She cried out and squeezed me so hard it hurt. She began to grind her lips against mine and drive her tongue deeply into my mouth. At the same time she was sobbing and quivering and making noises that I've never heard from a human being before.

And then the moment she was waiting for arrived. Cory moved up over her. I reached down between them and guided his cock to her anxious pussy. I held onto it until the last possible moment as he slid his sexy cock inside of her.

Once he was close enough she took her arms from around me and locked onto Cory. She pulled him down on top of her and began kissing every part of him that she could reach with her lips while she thrust her hips up so violently that it looked like the poor guy was having trouble hanging on!

When he saw that Carol was having fun and didn't need me anymore, Doug pulled me up onto my hands and knees and began to rape me from behind with all the violence that I needed just then.

I don't know if I was aware until that moment of just how turned on I was. I came the first time Doug slammed his cock into me. I cried out and then I cried, "Oh god, Doug! I love you so much!"

After that I was reduced to making noised very similar to those that Carol was making as I experienced one major orgasm after another, almost keeping pace with the orgasms Carol was having.

The only sounds we could hear now were the sounds of sex. The cries coming from Carol and me, the grunts from Cory and Doug, and the sounds of flesh slapping flesh as they pounded into us in that primitive way that was so exciting.

Cory came before Doug. He cried out and filled Carol with cum but he didn't stop. He continued to slowly move his long cock in and out of her and I watched her body dance around like she was having a seizure.

Doug came a minute or two later. But it was several more minutes before we all stopped moving and twitching and moaning passionately.

Doug finally pulled his cock out of me. I spun around without even thinking about it and happily sucked his cock clean. When I turned back I saw Carol watching me with that look of shocked disbelief on her face again.

I smiled and said, "It's just cum, Carol. I like cum. And it's my way of thanking him for making me feel so fucking good."

Cory finally pulled his cock out of Carol and got up on his knees. I watched Carol to see what she would do. She stared at his cock. She was wondering. She was actually thinking about it. But she couldn't quite make herself do it.

I didn't mind. I leaned down and gobbled it up. His cock was still semi-hard and I was able to slide it right down into my throat with no trouble at all.

I heard Carol gasp loudly and whisper, "Oh my god! I don't believe it!"

I sucked his cock clean and then licked his balls. He moved out from between her legs and I knew that both Cory and Doug were waiting to see what I would do. Carol didn't have a clue.

I smiled at her and asked, "Wasn't it as good as I said it would be?"

She nodded.

"You loved it, didn't you?"

She nodded again.

"There is a lot more fun to be had, if you're interested. You just have to let go."

She stared at me as I moved between her legs on my knees and leaned down. She gasped as my mouth neared he well fucked pussy and exclaimed, "Brooke! What are you... ?!"

I smiled up at her and kissed her sexy mound. I began licking all around, lapping up stray strands of their commingled juices. I cleaned her thighs and enjoyed her shivers of pleasure. I ran my tongue through her red, throbbing, well fucked pussy and started eating her out, juices and all.

Her eyes rolled up in her head and her body arched up in a rigid curve. She looked like she just stuck her finger in an electric socket.

She went crazy as I ate her sexy, sloppy pussy. She went even crazier when Doug started kissing and biting her tits and Cory began to kiss her lips. She sucked on his tongue the way that I suck on a cock. We didn't stop until she passed out.

Cory straightened up and smiled at Doug and me. He quietly said, "That was fun. I like the things we do here a lot more than the games that Delon likes to play. I wish I could do something about him. It's all about the power with him. He didn't use to be this bad. The power is going to his head."

I smiled and said, "I know. I understand. Thanks for caring, Cory. I like the games we play, too. I don't see why we can't keep playing."

I looked at Doug and said, "If you don't mind I mean."

He smiled and said, "I'm having a ball!"

Carol was just starting to come around when Cory said, "Those parts I'm going to remove tomorrow, I'm supposed to store them at the yard. I'm going to crush them first thing Wednesday morning. He'll still have the pictures. But he won't have the parts."

I got up and went over to Cory. I leaned over, put my arms around him and said, "You're such a sweet young man! I really do like you. It doesn't suck that you're such a good fuck. But I like you because you're so sweet."

He was embarrassed and that made him even cuter. I kissed him and straightened up. I thanked him for being so nice to Carol. She was watching us now, and listening.

He smiled and said, "Please, don't thank me. I loved it. She's really hot. I hope she wants to do it again sometime."

He got up and said, "I'll see you tomorrow. I have to get going. I'll be over when you get home from work."

We watched him dress and leave. Then I helped my confused friend to her feet and said, "Come on, Carol. You smell like you just got fucked. You can't go home like that."

Chapter 18

She let me lead her upstairs and we took a nice long shower together. We didn't talk in the shower. I think she was still trying to wrap her brain around what just happened and how she reacted to it.

I helped her dry off and we went into the bedroom. I led her to the bed and we stretched out on our sides facing each other. She still had a slightly dazed look on her face.

I smiled and said, "I wouldn't have started that if I thought you'd regret it or if I thought you couldn't handle it. You're okay aren't you?"

She whispered, "Yes. I'm okay. I just don't..."

She sighed and said, "You turned my world upside down. You know that, don't you?"

I nodded and said, "I understand. I've been through a lot in the last week. I've had to separate out the things that were good and worth enjoying from the bad things that I try not to think about. But I've learned that I've been depriving myself and my husband of a great deal of pleasure. I've squandered the last eight years of my life and Doug's life by being an uptight bitch. I like the change in me. I thought you might appreciate a little help in that direction."

She finally smiled and asked, "Are you trying to say I am an uptight bitch?"

"We both were. Tell me that there has ever been a time that you enjoyed sex as much as you did this evening."

She whispered, "I could. But it would be a lie. That was ... that was better than my fantasies!"

"I didn't know you had fantasies!"

"Fuck you!"

I laughed and said, "I'm pretty sure that I've never heard you use that word before."

"I'm pretty sure you're right."

She glanced down at my pierced nipples. But she didn't ask about them. Instead she looked up and asked, "Am I cured now?"

I thought about it and replied, "Not yet. By your own admission you still aren't much of a cocksucker. A girl needs to be a good cocksucker if she is going to be a good wife."

Carol blushed and said, "But Cory went home."

I smiled and said, "Doug has a cock. And I'm an expert now. I can give you some advice on how to make it better for both of you."

"You want me to suck your husband's cock?!"

"You won't be the first woman I helped suck his cock."

"This week?!"

I nodded.

"You really have changed!"

I smiled and said, "Yes. And I'm so much happier now. We both are."

"And now you eat pussy, too! Who's the lucky girl? Anyone I know?"

"No. But I think you'll like her. She's a young woman from the office. Her name is Cindy. She's nineteen and very pretty."

"I just can't get over this!"

She looked down at my nipples again. She reached out and gently touched one of them. She asked, "Do they hurt?"

"Not so much now. They had a workout today. But already I'm glad I have them. You wouldn't believe how much pleasure they can bring you. I would have chosen smaller rings if I was given the choice. But I wasn't. I'm not sorry, though. The first time someone fucked me after I got them I thought, 'This must be what it's like to have a cock!' They are that exciting. I've talked Cindy into getting smaller ones put in."

Still with her fingertips exploring my nipple she quietly asked, "What did you do, Brooke? What could you have possibly done that was so bad you let that awful boy do these things to you?"

I felt the tears welling up again. I said, "I can't tell you, Carol. It was terrible. I'm so ashamed. It was so terrible that I can't tell anyone, even if I wanted to. If you knew you would probably never speak to me again."

She reached down and touched the ring in the hood over my clit, very, very gently. She surprised me by moving her fingertip lightly down over my labia. She quietly said, "I've never touched another woman like this before. You're very pretty ... very sexy."

There was a pause before she said, "You ran into that woman last week, didn't you?"

It was my turn to gasp. Our eyes met. She said, "I wondered if it was you. You're driving Doug's car now. Cory's fixing yours?"

I started crying hard then. She pulled me into her arms and held me close. She said, "How could you think I would turn against you? I love you! You're the best friend I've ever had. I don't know what happened that night. But I know you. I know what kind of person you are."

She grinned and said, "I didn't even call them up to get the reward."

"Oh god, Carol! It was my fault. We went to a party and I had a few drinks. Doug didn't know I was drinking. When he realized it he tried to make me pull over but you know how I get. I wouldn't let him tell me what to do. The woman's dog ran out in front of me and I swerved right into her.

"I panicked then. All I could think about was the two days I spent in jail when I did it before. You remember how I got. I nearly lost my mind! And I'm still on probation. I couldn't stay there. I just couldn't. Doug tried to get out and help her but I sped out of there like my underwear was on fire.

"Delon was outside talking on his cell phone when I came weaving down the street. He recorded it on his phone and took pictures of the damage to my car when we went inside.

"I stayed home from work on Monday. I was too upset to work. That was when Delon showed up at my door and took over my life. Do you hate me?"

Carol lightly caressed my cheek and said, "If she had her dog on a leash as the law requires she'd have been alright. No, darling. I feel sorry for her. But I think I feel sorrier for you. And now I owe you a debt. I can't believe I did the things I did this evening."

She sighed, shivered violently and said, "I feel guilty for cheating on Bob. But I want to do those things again."

I kissed her and said, "I'm so glad. I knew you'd enjoy it. How could you not?"

Her fingers were tracing my labia again. She asked, "What was it like, watching Cindy suck your husband's cock? Didn't it bother you?"

I grinned and admitted, "Not in the least. It turned me on. Everything we did that night turned me on.

"Carol. I have a very good idea of what you're going through right now thanks to me, Doug and Cory. My experience was different. I didn't have a choice and I had to do much worse things. But you know, after far too short a time I've started to enjoy a lot of it. Like sucking cocks. I've always thought that was disgusting and demeaning. You know. We've discussed how we felt about it.

"Now I enjoy it and I'm kicking myself in the ass for waiting until this late in my life to figure that out. I feel even guiltier for depriving Doug of all that pleasure for eight long years. I was so stupid!"

Carol looked at me for a couple of minutes. She wanted to ask me something. It looked like she had a question she wanted to ask but was afraid to say what she was thinking.

It took her a few moments to gather the courage but finally she asked, "What else? What else have you discovered that you enjoy?"

I grinned sheepishly and said, "You already learned that I enjoy eating pussy. I like that a lot now. I like having sex with more than one man at a time. It turns me on to have two cocks in me at the same time. I like black cocks. They look so virile! And the contrast in our skin color is exciting to me. I like being told what to do. I enjoy being embarrassed and humiliated. I get excited when someone makes me give myself to some strange man. Well, not always. Some guys are just too creepy to fuck. I even like getting my ass fucked if the guy knows what he's doing and takes the time to do it right.

"I really get hot when I'm blindfolded and my wrists and ankles are in leather cuffs attached to the corners of the bed. God, Carol! You don't know what sex is until you've been blindfolded and made helpless!"

I felt the tip of her finger enter me. She was moving so cautiously it was as if she was expecting some sort of trap. Or maybe she thought I wouldn't notice what she was doing.

I sighed and smiled at her. But I didn't encourage her. I decided to let her experiment at her own pace.

She had her finger inside of me up to about the second knuckle when she said, "But those were just the thinks you liked. What about the bad things?"

That was the part I didn't want to talk about. I avoided the subject. Instead of answering I said, "That's why I desperately need to find a cure for Delon. He has some strange ideas about what is sexy."

She said, "I can't believe I'm doing this!"

But as she slipped a second finger inside of me asked, "Like what? What did he make you do?"

"Carol, I don't know if you can handle that. Let's talk about something else, like how nice your fingers feel inside of me."

"I want to know. After all the things you've admitted to I can't imagine what was so awful that you're so embarrassed you had to leave it out."

I tried to think of some nice way to put her off but she firmly demanded, "Tell me, Brooke."

I sighed and reluctantly answered, "Ever have a man piss in your mouth?"

Her eyes almost popped out of her head. She gasped and exclaimed, "He did that to you?!"

"A dozen men have done that to me. I've gotten pretty good at swallowing. I never spill a drop."

I expected to see her turn green and start gagging. She was obviously shocked. But instead of pulling back she whispered, "What's it like?"

"It's just as awful as it sounds. You get used to it after a while, though. And I've discovered a trick that makes it easier. If I take the head of their cocks into my throat it all goes straight down without having to swallow it. It's much easier that way."

"You're serious!"

I nodded, but I felt myself blushing.

She worked that over in her mind for a few minutes. Then she asked, "What else?"

I had already revealed as much as I was willing to. I started to pull away but she pulled me back and demanded to know what I wasn't telling her.

There was a minor battle of wills that played out in silence for a couple of minutes. I was more than a little surprised to find myself losing!

I said, "Carol, I..."

"What else."

I looked down. I couldn't look at her face when I whispered, "I sucked his dog's cock while they broadcast it over the internet to thousands of paying customers."

I finally looked up to see what her reaction was. I was stunned. She was excited!!

She saw my expression when I realized it and it was her turn to blush. But she didn't look away. Instead she demanded, "Tell me about it."

"Carol! I don't believe you!!"

She blushed and looked very guilty. But I instinctively knew that it wasn't because of what she was saying. She was keeping something from me! I'll be a son of a bitch! This shit was turning conservative, cock shy Carol on!

Suddenly control was shifting back in my direction. I smiled and said, "Your turn, Carol. I'll tell you after you tell me."

She smiled. I think she was beginning to enjoy the give and take of this strange conversation. She looked at me appraisingly for a moment and finally said, "When I was thirteen I let a dog lick my pussy. I used to babysit for some people who owned a really nice Lab. We never had pets and I was afraid of him at first. But after a while he would keep me company on those long quiet nights after the kids went to bed.

"Sometimes something would get him going. I never knew if it was because of a female dog in the neighborhood coming in season or if there was something about me that caught his attention. When he got in the mood he could be pretty determined. Usually he just tried to hump my leg and I had to keep pushing him away. But one day I had to go there right after school. I was wearing a short skirt and since I was alone I wasn't paying much attention to the way I was sitting. That dog came up, rested his head on my thigh and started sniffing.

"He seemed to be behaving himself so I gave him a pat on the head and ignored him. I ignored him right up until I felt his nose pressed up against the crotch of my underwear. An electric shock ran through me like you wouldn't believe. I stared down at him as he sniffed around my crotch. I was shocked. But the pressure of his nose against my mound was probably the most exciting thing that had every happened to me. So I didn't stop him. Not even when he started using his tongue!

"He started getting really carried away. His butt was dancing around like crazy. It was like he was having sex but there was no female under him. That was how I had my first orgasm.

"Later we did it again. Only the second time we did it I removed my panties first. I sat there with my legs wide open after I took my panties off hoping like crazy that he'd do it again. He did. And I loved it!

"After that I always wore a skirt when I babysat at that house. And I always took my panties off as soon as the kids went to bed. That was all I ever did with him. But later, when I began to masturbate, I would often imagine him fucking me like a bitch in heat. In my fantasies I was always being taken against my will. The circumstances were usually vague. But it was always something like he would catch me bending down to pick something up and jump on my back. I couldn't get loose and he would take me over and over.

"I never did it, though. I never had the nerve. I used to look at his cock after he licked my pussy. It was so hard that I felt sorry for him. I touched it a couple of times to see what it felt like. I thought about putting it in my mouth and I don't even know where that idea came from. But I never did. I couldn't. The picture of it I used to get in my horny teenage mind always excited me. But I just couldn't make myself do something so...

"But you've done it! I need to know what it was like, Brooke. Please."

I was surprised by the desperation in her voice. I couldn't believe this was the same Carol that just a few hours ago I knew would never speak to me again after what she saw me doing in the garage.

And tonight, the things we did with Cory downstairs. She wasn't acting. She was nervous. She went along reluctantly, allowed herself to be led. But while she clearly enjoyed the things we did, it was just as obvious that she would never have done those things without me there to ... well, maybe not make her, but make it seem alright.

I've known her too well for too long. The things she did downstairs this evening were definitely not things she would typically allow herself to do. How does she reconcile the adult, conservative, happily married woman she thought she had become with her first sexual experiences?! Who is the real Carol? The girl that has sex with dogs, or the woman who thinks sex is a chore a wife performs as seldom as possible in order to satisfy her husband's needs?

I wasn't certain what I wanted to say to her about the most disgusting thing I've ever done in my life. But watching her, seeing how much differently she reacted to the idea of doing something like that, seeing how very badly she wanted to hear all the disgusting details was a strange feeling.

I sighed and even though I still had no idea what I was going to say I began to try to describe what I did with Delon's dog that afternoon.

"I didn't want to do it. He said he was making me do it to punish me. But that was just bullshit and we both knew it. On the first day he came over here he loaded a bunch of dirty stories and dirty pictures that he has downloaded from the internet onto my computer. He makes me read the stories and look at two dozen pictures almost every night while he and any number of other men watch me play with myself on a webcam that he attached to my computer.

"So far all of the stories are about black men raping or blackmailing white girls and women into sexual slavery. About half of the pictures are of white women being taken by black men and they seldom look like they are submitting willingly.

"The other pictures are of women with animals. Mostly they are sucking off or getting fucked by dogs. But some of them are with horses or donkeys. There are thousands of pictures, though. So I don't know what else I'm apt to discover. Those women didn't seem to be willing participants, either."

I saw the need in her eyes. I smiled and said, "I'll show you the pictures later if you'd like."

She was embarrassed by how badly she wanted to see them. I couldn't believe that this was the same woman who has been my friend for all these years!

"I had probably seen a dozen or more of the pictures before he made me do it. I had a vague idea of what it was like. Before it happened he took me to his room and showed me an email from a woman who claims to do it all the time for her "Master." Her description was very detailed and totally accurate so I have to believe that she was telling the truth.

"I read it so that I would know what to expect. Do you know? Do you know what a dog's orgasm is like?"

She shook her head and said, "No. I imagined it. But I forced myself to put it out of my head. Later, when we got computers and the internet I was older and dating. I still thought about it sometimes. But I fought the impulse to look into it."

I described in detail what it was like. I thought about showing her the DVD. But I would have to look at it first. I couldn't remember if her husband could be seen in any of the footage. I decided that it would be best not to mention the DVD until I screened it.

She was almost panting by the time I finished telling her what it would be like. I ended by saying, "I pissed him off this morning. He ordered me to take Wednesday off. He's going to punish me. I'm pretty certain that means I'll be fucking his dog this time. Have you seen his dog?"

She shook her head.

"He has a huge Rottweiler. The damn thing weighs half again as much as I do. His head is nearly as wide as my shoulders!"

"Oh my! He sounds ... big."

I laughed and said, "If you mean well hung you're right. His cock isn't as large as Cory's. But it doesn't miss it by much."

I still had trouble believing the reaction she was having to all this. She has always been even more conservative than me. And that's saying something! Carol is the last woman on earth I would have suspected of harboring such kinky fantasies. And yet she is still reluctant to suck a cock!

I reminded myself that for her the concept of sex with a dog had been all about her own pleasure. The other parts, the nasty parts with the tastes and the smells and the ugliness of reality, she hasn't experienced those.

I finally said, "If you take your fingers out of my cunt I'll take you across the hall and let you see some of the pictures."

She grinned and blushed. But she didn't remove her finger immediately. She leaned closer and kissed my lips lightly. She said, "I'm surprised at how much I'm enjoying this. I had no idea."

"I know what you mean. I've been with three women now. All three have been in the last six days. I was shocked when I discovered that it was kind of exciting. But I'm not going anywhere, Carol. We can do it again whenever you wish."

She said, "I think I'd like that."

"What about Cory?"

She sighed and answered, "I'm ashamed to admit it, but I know I'd like that, too. You were right. That was the hottest fuck I've ever had. I feel guilty. But I would hate to think that I could never experience that again."

She worked her fingers around inside of me for a moment longer and then slowly pulled them out. I guided her fingers to my lips and licked them clean. When I was finished I grinned and said, "I'll be happy to suck your cock anytime."

She laughed and said, "Watching you makes me almost wish I had one!"

We got up and went across the hall to the computer room. I opened the file with the photos and went through the thumbnails until I found a decent sized grouping of the sort of pictures she was interested in. I opened up the first one and got up so that she could sit down. I pulled a straight chair over beside her and together we went through a large group of photographs and several video clips.

She saw everything. She saw white women having sex with black men in just about every possible combination. She saw women drinking piss out of men's cocks. I watched her face. She looked at them knowing that I have done the exact same thing for a dozen different men. I could almost read her thoughts when she sat there, staring, wondering what it must have been like for me, maybe even wondering if she could do it.

But the pictures that drew her in, the pictures on which she focused, were the pictures of women sucking off and getting fucked by dogs. As in almost all of the photos I've seen from the disk that Delon loaded on my computer, almost every woman in those pictures was obviously not a willing participant. If Carol had any thoughts on that subject she kept them to herself.

She was also interested in the pictures of women having sex with horses. But her main focus was the dogs. Several of the photos showed the aftermath. They focused on the wide, gaping pussies and on one occasion an anus, all with an incredible amount of cum running out and down the thighs of the female victim. Carol stared long and hard as if trying to put herself in the picture. And I think that was exactly what she was doing.

I sat quietly beside her, answering an occasional embarrassing question, for more than half an hour. Finally I said, "If you'd like I can make you a copy of these."

She tried to hide her excitement. She wasn't successful. I leaned over and kissed her and said, "Carol, you nasty slut! I had no idea!"

She blushed and said, "Me either. I thought I had put these fantasies behind me. I'm disgusted with myself."

She closed the picture viewer and stared at my desktop for a moment before asking, "Is it too late for that cocksucking lesson you mentioned earlier?"

"Really?"

She shrugged and said, "I'm pretty turned on right now. What better time than when I'm horny?"

I didn't think that I'd have any trouble talking Doug into it. I stood up and helped Carol to her feet. I pulled her close, held her in my arms and said, "Let's go rape my husband. But first, I want you to know that in the last week I've become a lot less judgmental about a lot of things. It doesn't bother me at all that the things you were just looking at turned you on. If you ever decide that you want to try any of those things I know that I can set it up for you. And I can promise you that I won't think less of you for it. I will still love you just the way I do right at this moment.

"I can't guarantee that you won't have to fuck a few black cocks first. But Delon would be more than happy to put his dog on you and one of his friends has a relative who owns a farm outside of town with all sorts of farm animals. It might turn out to be a lot more intense than you bargained for. But I can make it happen if you reach the point that you really want to try it."

She shook her head, but much too quickly. She was saying no. But I remembered earlier when she said no while maintaining a death grip on Cory's cock. She doesn't necessarily mean no when she says it.

It was getting late and we had to go to work in the morning. But I didn't think that Doug would have a problem with helping me teach Carol how to suck his cock. He's a very generous and compassionate man.

We went downstairs to rejoin Doug. I recognized the sounds coming from the living room as being from one of my DVDs. I thought that Carol would find it interesting but I hoped that it wasn't from last Saturday. I wouldn't want Carol to be watching a pornographic movie of me being gang raped and suddenly see her husband taking his turn.

I peeked in before we entered. Doug was still naked from our earlier get together with Cory. He was watching the movie with his very hard cock sticking straight up in the air.

I smiled and asked him if he'd like some help with that. I was just being polite. I didn't expect him to say no.

He smiled and no one was surprised when he said, "I'd love that."

His smile grew when I said, "Carol wants a lesson in effective cocksucking. Are you up for that?"

He glanced at his hard cock. Silly question!

As we talked I was listening to the television. I heard enough to know that the DVD was one of the movies Delon made at the plant. It was safe to let Carol see it. I brought her into the room and started to lead her to where Doug was sitting.

She came to a sudden stop when she realized what was on television. She turned and watched as two large black men fucked me violently from both ends while I knelt on the floor of my office.

I quietly explained that she was looking at the first time two of the janitors at the office fucked me. She was staring at the screen. Her attention seemed to be focused on the unbelievably large cock that was plundering my pussy.

I told her that the magnificent cock was looking at is the largest cock I've ever seen. I even boasted about taking it into my throat this morning. She looked at me skeptically for a moment before looking back at the screen.

While she was staring at me being slammed back and forth between two large, older black males she quietly asked Doug, "Doesn't that bother you, seeing your wife like that?"

He chuckled and easily responded, "Does it look like I'm bothered?!"

She glanced over at his nice hard cock for a few seconds. She turned back to the screen in time to see all three of us reaching orgasm. We watched in silence for a couple of minutes and then Doug said, "No, Carol. As long as Brooke isn't being hurt, as long as she is having a good time it doesn't bother me at all. It turns me on. And to be brutally honest, sometimes it turns me on even when she isn't enjoying it. As long as she isn't being harmed and at the end of the day she can tell me about it and want to fuck me then in my mind it's all just a part of the game we are playing for the time being.

"I don't know how much longer this will last. I wouldn't want to live my life this way. But it's an interesting and exciting interlude that I believe we'll look back on fondly someday. I don't see us going back to the way our life used to be. At least I hope we don't. I love it that Brooke gets so much enjoyment out of sucking my cock now.

"I hope that forty years from now we can still play some of the games. Maybe we can get Cory to drop by once a week, and Cindy, too. Or maybe you could come over and get naked. We're exploring some of our fantasies and broadening our horizons. I think that there are a few things we regret, things we wouldn't have permitted if we had a choice. But on the whole this has been a very exciting week. I don't think we'll have any regrets when it's over."

I stood behind Carol as she stared at the television. I let her watch me getting skewered by those two large cocks, taking about nine inches into my mouth and throat each time. I whispered in her ear, "You're probably not ready for that yet. Are you, Carol?"

"Uh ... um ... I ... I don't know. I'm not ... sure. Maybe next time?"

I smiled at her mixed reaction. I kissed her ear lobe and said, "It's up to you. I'm not going to make you do anything that you don't want to do. I can help you take a cock down your throat if you want me to. I've learned some tricks and don't take this the wrong way, I love Doug's cock. But it's a nice size to learn on.

"But even though you may someday find that skill comes in handy, that won't get you past your aversion to being a good cocksucker. That's what you really want, isn't it?"

"Okay."

I kissed her again and said, "No. Not okay. You'll have to cooperate, not just go along. Would you like me to help you appreciate the fine art of cocksucking?"

She finally tore her eyes away from the television and turned to face me. She smiled and I could see in her eyes that she was turned on. She said, "You are such a slut! I never realized. I envy you. Yes, please, Brooke. I want you to teach me how to be a good cocksucker and make it so that I can enjoy it."

Doug was still focused primarily on the DVD. But he was watching us, wondering what was going on. I said, "Carol is a little nervous. She's the same kind of reluctant cocksucker I was before Delon kindly took me under his wing."

Carol looked at me strangely and I said, "Jesus, Carol! I'm being facetious! Delon is an asshole. He doesn't take women under his wing. He rapes them."

She blushed and said, "Oh. Sorry."

I kissed her and said, "It's alright. Calm down. I'm going to make this fun for you. I promise."

I turned her towards Doug and eased her across the room. I gently pushed her down to her knees and dropped down beside her. I reached around her and held her close, cupping her sexy tits and teasing her nipples. I kissed the back of her neck and asked, "You like Doug, don't you?"

"Yes! Of course I do!"

"Good. That helps. I know you don't love him. But you like him. And you have my word that he's a very nice man. He likes you, too. Those things aren't necessary for you to give a man a good blowjob. But I doubt if it hurts that you like the guy when you're in training to be a good cocksucker.

"Look at his cock. It's smooth and clean. You know how a cock feels in your hand. They are so soft and yet they get so hard. But they make a man very vulnerable. I don't mean to violence. They tell you what he's thinking even when he doesn't want you to know. Of course it doesn't take a genius to know what's on a man's mind most of the time. They pretty much think about the same thing all the time. We all know what that is. Sex.

"Some women thing that's disgusting. But that isn't fair. It isn't their fault. That's how their brains are wired. It's all about procreation, the survival of the species. It's more about the survival of the fittest than it is about pleasure. They just don't realize it."

Doug was finding my explanation amusing. He smiled at me but he didn't say anything.

"But when it comes right down to where flesh meets flesh, none of that is important. The truth is that if sex wasn't fun we wouldn't have a population problem. Men have the advantage right from the start. The male sex organ is more sensitive and receives more stimulation during sex. Even more importantly, our male dominated society has put its stamp of approval on men getting all the pussy they can get, at least when they're single. And they can get away with fucking around much more easily when they're married. That's just the way the world works.

"But take heart, the world is slowly changing.

"I know you aren't here for a philosophy lesson and I'm not qualified to teach. But you need to put this in the right perspective. Sex is fun. And it can be just as much fun for a woman as it is for a man. There are two major factors to consider. The first is finding the right man. Some of them are too stupid to be allowed to reproduce. You should try to avoid those men if you can. It isn't easy. There are a lot of them.

"The second major factor to keep in mind is that it's important to have the right attitude.

"If you lean over a man to suck his cock with the idea that he is just using you and that what you are doing is dirty and demeaning then there is no way that you can enjoy it. That was the way I used to feel. That's what you still think.

"You have to get past that. You have to learn to appreciate the art of causing pleasure and be able to take pleasure from it. You have to understand that sucking a cock is no more demeaning for a woman than eating a woman's pussy is for a man. You won't find many men who are offended when they eat pussy or feel demeaned by the act.

"It's all in your head. It's what you learned as a child in school when everyone called everyone else a cocksucker and meant it as the cruelest of insults. We come to accept that being a cocksucker is a terrible thing.

"Men are so stupid. If they started using that as a compliment they'd probably be a lot happier in the long run.

"Tell me, Carol. Do you know what it is about sucking a cock that you don't like? Is it the lube? Is it the taste of cum? Or is it just the idea that you are being used? I should take a second here to mention that every now and then being used can be a lot of fun. But just tuck that away in the back of your mind for now. It's not a part of your cocksucking lesson."

Carol was staring down at Doug's hard cock. It was a little messy. He's been watching all those people at the office rape me and he's kind of turned on. The head of his cock looks pretty slick.

"Carol... ?"

"I ... I guess it's all of those things. I don't know. I don't mind the lube so much. I hardly even taste it. I don't care much for the taste of cum. It's bitter and the consistency ... well, it's better if I don't think about it. But you brought something up that I never considered before. I never thought about all of those years in school when the worst thing a person could be called was a cocksucker."

I kissed her shoulder and said, "There's a way to get over that. It's pretty easy. And once you cross the threshold, once you realize how much fun it can be your problem is solved. Once you're cured you're cured for good.

"First, you have to realize how powerful a cocksucker is. You have absolute power over the pleasure your partner receives. You can tease him and torment him or you can cause him so much pleasure that his heart speeds up and he can't keep his eyes open. His breathing becomes labored. His pulse rate goes through the roof. You have the power to affect the major organs of his body.

"When you do that his entire body, his entire life centers on what you are doing with your mouth and with your tongue. At that moment in time you own him.

"And if you like him, or better yet you love him, then it isn't so much about the power as it is about pleasing someone you love. That's a good thing, isn't it? You like doing nice things for Bob don't you?"

Even as I asked I had to tamp down the anger I felt at her husband. I was still furious with Bob and with Mr. Paget for what they did on Saturday. I understood the others. They were just horny men. But Mr. Paget was a friend. And Bob was a close friend. And I do mean "was."

Carol reached out without any further guidance from me and cradled Doug's cock as if touching a man's hard cock was a new experience for her.

Doug twitched and moaned when her fingers wrapped around his hard cock. I kissed the back of her neck and began to move my fingers over her soft flesh. I said, "See? See how much power you have? Doesn't that excite you?"

She didn't answer. But she moved her hand up and down on Doug's cock, spreading the lube down the shaft. She looked into his eyes for a second and smiled. Then she leaned down and began to lick his cock.

While she was doing that I caressed her ass for a moment and then I worked my fingers between her thighs and began to tease her pussy. She was sopping wet but I'm not sure what that was from. She was turned on by those animal sex pictures on the computer. She was fascinated by the DVD of me getting fucked at the office. And now she had my husband's cock in her hand. It could have been any or all of those things. It didn't matter, though. It was only important that she was turned on.

I was tempted to whisper in her ear that she should imagine she was sucking off a dog. But that would be too weird. I occasionally gave her some mild encouragement as she started sucking Doug's cock with more and more enthusiasm, with purpose, with an eye towards using her power to bring him to orgasm.

But my major contribution was my hand in her crotch. My other hand reached around to tease her nipples. She was probably a lot less aware of the cock in her mouth than she should have been. But if this was what it would take to get her over her poor attitude about being a good cocksucker then that was fine with me.

I was careful not to let her reach orgasm before Doug. I kept her right on the edge. Just before Doug came I said, "He's getting close, Carol. He's going to cum in your mouth soon. Are you scared?"

She refused to release his cock. She mumbled something that I took to be, "I'm fine. Go away!"

I smiled and said, "When he cums I want you to hold it in your mouth. You're going to swallow it this time. But not right away. I want you to take a minute to get used to the way it tastes.

"It isn't so bad once you get used to the idea that being a cocksucker is really a good thing. There are better tasting things in the world. It would be great if Crème Brulee came out of the end of that thing. But I haven't found one like that yet. Don't think about the taste. Watch his face. Look at the pleasure you're causing. Enjoy the power to cause that pleasure. Remember how stupid you thought those kids in school were. They didn't know shit about anything. They didn't realize that cocksucker was a compliment. But now you do. Now you're a proud cocksucker.

"Remember how impressed you were with Cory's cock? I bet you'd like to suck that, wouldn't you?"

That could have been a mistake. That almost sent her over the edge. But she managed to hold out while Doug came in her mouth. He tensed up and exclaimed, "Oh you sweet bitch! Fuck! Oh Jesus! What a cocksucker!"

Carol moaned and lost it then. She managed to hold onto her mouthful of cum. But her thighs clamped down on my hand and she shivered through her own massive orgasm with her face pressed into Doug's crotch and caressing his cock with her cheeks.

She came to a standstill for a minute before she relaxed her thighs and I was able to retrieve my hand. She sat back up and I could see that she was moving Doug's cum around her mouth with her tongue.

She kept it up for a minute or two and then swallowed. She turned towards me to speak but before she could I took her in my arms and kissed her, eagerly exploring her mouth with my tongue as if I was looking for any of my husband's cum that might remain.

She returned my kiss, cupping my cheeks in her hands and meeting each probe of my tongue with her own. Finally she sighed and pulled away. She looked me in the eyes and said, "I love you!"

She looked at Doug and said, "I love both of you."

She turned back to me and asked, "How the hell did you get so fucking smart all of a sudden?!"

I turned and grinned at Doug and said, "Did you hear that? Carol said fuck!"

She turned around and sat on the carpet, leaning back against the couch. She reached up and pulled Doug's hand down, placing it over her breast. She drew a couple of deep breaths and breathlessly exclaimed, "It worked! I enjoyed the hell out of that. But will I feel the same way next time? Will I feel the same way if you aren't playing with my pussy?"

"If that's what it takes, Carol, just call me whenever you're going to suck a cock. If I'm not busy I'll be happy to come help out."

She laughed and said, "Bob would get a kick out of that!"

She had no idea.

She talked about doing it again. She wanted to be certain that it wasn't a fluke. But it was very late and I was getting worried that Bob might come to the door. That would be just as bad for Carol's marriage as her learning that her husband raped me repeatedly last Saturday. I was furious with Bob. But Carol loves him. I want her to be happy.

I suggested that she come back over tomorrow night and we can have a practice session. We might even add a few new moves to her game if she was in the mood. She reluctantly got up and got dressed. I saw her out and then sat down beside Doug and nestled in his arms.

We were quiet for a long time before I said, "You aren't going to believe this. Cock shy conservative Carol has a thing about dogs! When she was a teenager she used to let a dog that belonged to some people she was babysitting for get her off with his tongue! She did it a half dozen times or more. She went nuts looking at those pictures that Delon gave me.

"Have you watched the DVD from Saturday yet?"

Doug shook his head. He said, "I have to build up to that one. I'm nervous about it."

"We need to see if Bob shows up in it. Or at least in the scene I do with the dog. I didn't tell her about him. I don't want to hurt her. I think she'd really get off on seeing that part of the DVD if Bob isn't in the background sitting around playing with his cock and watching."

"I'll look at that one next. Do you want to see it?"

I had to think about that. I saw some of it upstairs on the website. It was awful. I decided that I didn't want to watch it with him. I shook my head and said, "No. Not yet, anyway. It's too soon. Maybe later."

We went to bed at last. We were both exhausted. We've been going to bed exhausted a lot lately. I've learned that it makes for a better night's sleep.

Chapter 19

We got up the next morning and prepared to go to work as usual. I put on the wrap around dress with the rope belt that exposed my left leg all the way up to the belt. I was getting so used to dressing like a prostitute that I gave it very little thought now. So many of my neighbors and the people that I work with have seen me in little or nothing in the past week that I was just glad to be wearing clothes.

Doug smiled when he saw that I put the dog collar back on. He said, "You don't have to keep wearing that if you don't want to."

I already knew how I felt about that. I kissed him and said, "This I do for you. I wear it for you and I'm proud to do it. I didn't even have to think about it this morning. I wear this because no matter what else happens I love you and I belong to you."

He pulled me into his lap and held me for a moment. He didn't even have to tell me that he loves me. I felt it like an aura of heat and light all around him and it felt wonderful.

Doug and I had coffee and relaxed until it was time to leave for the office. Delon said he was going to leave me alone today but I couldn't help listening for him at the door. He could always change his mind or decide to come over for a morning blowjob.

The phone rang as we were getting ready to leave. I assumed it was Delon and answered it. But it wasn't my tormentor. It was some man calling for Doug. I was only half listening as I was running around getting ready to leave for work. But I overheard enough to know that they were talking about the woman I hit with my car. And apparently Doug wasn't pleased with what he was hearing.

After they hung up he said, "This is more difficult than I thought. There are things that we could do to help that woman. But there doesn't seem to be any way to do it that can't be traced back to us."

"Who was that?"

"Carter. I talked to him about it after making certain that attorney-client privilege would protect us. He had his investigator check on her and he looked into setting up some sort of anonymous fund or a trust for her. But there's nothing he can do that the police can't subpoena the records for. He hasn't given up. But he didn't sound hopeful."

I thanked him for trying and we headed to work.

I noticed that Cindy and Helen were both wearing their collars when I went in. We greeted each other. Unlike in the past we shared a feeling of warmth, a true friendship now. We were genuinely happy to see each other. I stopped in the front office and we talked for a few minutes before I went in and got to work.

Cal came in with his daily update. He handed it to me and went over the figures. But he had more in mind than dropping off his report. I waited while he pulled his cock out. I didn't mind sucking his cock so much. I just wish that when he came in he would shut my door if he was going to demand sex from me.

I've been very lucky in the past week that none of our local customers have stopped by and seen something that they shouldn't. We don't get a lot of walk-ins, maybe one or two a week. But there are always people coming in to try to sell us insurance or new equipment or talk us into using their firm to supply us with raw materials.

I've gotten very lucky over the past week that it has been unusually quiet in that regard. But it can't last. It's almost inevitable that one day soon someone is going to come in and catch me or Cindy or Helen being forced to have sex with someone.

Well, perhaps forced is too strong a word. We have all grown fond of our status as office sluts. They both like being told what to do and getting groped by the men that work here. And increasingly I have begun to share that guilty pleasure.

It may just be a coping mechanism for me. But I don't think so. I think that I've uncovered a submissive streak that has been buried deeply for all these years. That may be why I've been such a bitch for so long.

Except for Cal it was almost a normal morning until a little after eleven when Delon and Darnell came in. Each was carrying a couple of large bags. They walked straight through to my office, gathering up Helen and Cindy on the way.

Darnell walked around Helen. He squeezed one of her ass cheeks. He pulled her blouse away from her chest and looked inside.

She stood their blushing furiously and let him do whatever he wanted. It didn't show. But I knew that what he was doing was turning her on.

Darnell pulled Helen's skirt up to her waist and examined her lower body before saying, "You're pretty damned foxy for a broad your age. I like that tight ass.

"Helen. You look like a Helen. Tell me Helen, has anyone stuck a nice hard cock up your tight ass yet?"

"N-n-no!"

"No what, Helen?"

"No one has stuck a cock in my ass."

Darnell chuckled and said, "Then it's about time someone did. Me and Delon went shopping. We bought you ladies some new clothes so you won't look so frumpy. I learned something when we went shopping for Brooke the other day. I learned that buying sexy clothes for women is kind of exciting. We want you and Cindy to try on your new clothes.

"After your little fashion show I'm going to fuck your nice, tight, virgin ass. Don't look so scared, Helen. It ain't so bad. Ask Brooke. She kind of likes it now."

Helen looked at me for confirmation. I shrugged and said, "If it's done right it isn't so bad. You get used to it."

Delon sat down at my desk and pulled me into his lap. His hand went straight for my pussy and started groping. While Darnell separated the clothes that they were going to try on Helen and Cindy undressed. Both women have already given up wearing pantyhose and bras. It didn't take them long to strip down to naked.

Helen kept glancing at the door nervously. She looked at Darnell and quietly asked, "Please, let me close the door."

He ignored her.

Delon watched the two women standing together naked, waiting for Darnell to finish. I felt his cock stirring in his pants. He told me that I could go to work tomorrow after all. It took longer to set up my next show than he thought it would. I was going to have to take off Friday instead of Wednesday.

A stay of execution! I was happy for the reprieve even if I knew that it was only temporary.

Darnell finally finished separating the clothes they bought and sat down on the corner of my desk. Helen and Cindy approached the two piles of slutty clothing and began to put them on for the entertainment of the two young men. The clothes they were just given were all in the same vein as the slutty dresses, sheer blouses and tiny skirts that they bought for me last week. The dresses were all very revealing and embarrassingly short. The blouses covered nothing. Some of the skirts seemed even shorter than mine if that's possible.

There were enough outfits to last each woman six days. The most embarrassing was a small, bib style dress that they bought for Cindy. It was made from denim and was cute. The top was styled like bib overalls. It was made to be worn over a top of some sort. Darnell informed her that she was to wear it without a top under it. It was strange that it covered the front of her breasts; at least it did most of the time. But the sides of her breasts were exposed obscenely and for some reason it seemed like a more embarrassing garment than the sheer blouses or the dresses with the deep cleavage. I suppose it was because her breasts looked so readily available to anyone that wished to grab one that way.

They were both removing the last of the outfits they were given when the inevitable happened. The FedEx driver came into the front office. He looked around for someone to sign for an envelope out front before he looked through my door and saw Helen and Cindy standing there naked.

Darnell got a kick out of the shocked look on his face but with a straight face he casually asked the man what he needed.

The guy held up the envelope he was carrying and said, "Signature?"

Darnell waved him in but at first it didn't look like he was going to enter. Darnell pointed at me, sitting Delon's lap with my dress open now and a big black hand on my pussy. He smiled disarmingly and said, "She's the boss. She'll sign for it."

The guy looked over at me. He comes here pretty regularly and he recognized Helen, Cindy and me. I suppose he never thought he'd see us like this. I never thought he would, either.

I sighed and said, "Come on. I can't get up. I'll sign for it."

He walked slowly across the small office, staring first at Helen and Cindy and then at me. He's a middle aged white man who has always been friendly but very proper. At the moment his face was bright red but I noticed that there was quite a bulge in the front of his pants.

He reached out with a shaking hand and handed me the envelope. Then he extended his little handheld computer so that I could sign the screen. While I was signing for the envelope, Darnell said, "Helen, get down on your hands and knees so Cindy can grease you up. I'm ready for a piece of that tight little ass now."

Helen moaned in dismay. But she obeyed instantly.

The FedEx man turned to watch as Helen dropped to her knees. Darnell handed a tube of lubricant to Cindy and said, "Stretch her out good. I have a pretty big cock."

To Helen he said, "It ain't so bad. If you relax and let it happen you might even enjoy it. Some broads can even get off from getting fucked in the ass."

I had to bite my tongue to keep from asking him when was the last time he tried getting fucked in the ass. I was in enough trouble as it was.

All of us, including the FedEx driver were watching Cindy lube and stretch Helen's ass. Delon distracted the driver by asking, "Hey, dude! Do you ever get a tip when you come in here?"

The man looked over his shoulder at Delon. His eyes drifted down to my exposed breasts and the hand that was still exploring my pussy before he mumbled, "No. We don't get tips."

Delon said, "That's a shame. Would you like one? How about if Cindy gives you a nice tip when she's finished with what she's doing. Wouldn't you like to sink your cock into that tight little pussy? Or would you rather have her suck your cock?"

His head swiveled slowly back around to Cindy. She was naked, on her knees behind Helen and still working her fingers into Helen's ass to get her ready for Darnell.

The guy finally got a little blood going up to his brain and asked, "Are they doing this willingly?!"

Delon nudged me. I sighed and said, "Yes. We are doing these things of our own free wills. Do you see the collars that we're wearing? Those are slave collars. We are slaves now. But we have become slaves of our own free will. If you want to have sex with Cindy you just have to tell her what you want her to do. She won't say no."

That was partially true. Helen and Cindy were submitting more or less willingly. I was being blackmailed but even I have reached a point that I'm enjoying many of the changes in my life. I hate to admit it. But even what was happening in my office right now was kind of exciting. We all hated it. We were embarrassed and degraded by the things they were doing to us. But that was what was turning us on.

Delon pushed me out of his lap, ordered me to finish taking my dress off and get down and suck his cock. As soon as I had his cock in my mouth he said, "If Cindy isn't your type you have more choices. You can fuck Brooke while she sucks my cock or you can have Helen suck your cock while Darnell fucks her ass. Except for Helen's virgin ass I've had them all in every hole. They're all pretty good.

"Go ahead. Pick a hole and plug it."

I couldn't see what he chose. I heard Helen cry out when Darnell began to fuck her ass. But her cries quickly turned to moans. Her quiet cries of pain and soft moans remained clear, not garbled by having something shoved in her mouth. So I guess the FedEx man went with Delon's first offer and was using Cindy.

Delon came in my mouth and throat after a while. He waited for me to swallow and pushed me away. He said, "Go give Helen a hand. She seems to be having trouble relaxing."

I stood up and saw FedEx on his knees fucking Cindy from behind with a look on his face that made it clear he had found paradise.

I was on my way past him when I found myself leaning down, kissing his cheek and saying, "She's a good fuck, isn't she? My husband loves her hot pussy."

I don't know why I did it. But he smiled up at me, moaned and answered breathlessly, "Oh yesssss!"

I went over to Helen and dropped to my knees. Darnell was still pounding away in her ass and she was still moaning piteously. I ran my hand down her back and said, "Helen. It isn't that bad. You're making it worse than it has to be. You need to relax and stop fighting him."

She looked up at me with tear filled sightless eyes. I don't think my words had any meaning for her.

I reached under her and began to tease her clit. I turned her head and kissed her. She hardly seemed to notice. I began whispering in her ear. "Push back. Use those muscles like you're trying to expel his cock. You only make it worse when you clench up."

She didn't seem to be paying any attention so I reached under her and began squeezing one of her nipples with all of my might. She gasped and moaned. I tried again. I told her to force herself to relax and to try to push back with her ass muscles.

I gave her a few seconds and asked, "Are you doing it?"

She nodded slightly.

"Harder. Come on you stupid cunt. Push harder."

She nodded again and I began to put more effort into stimulating her clit. I didn't expect her to get turned on and start enjoying it. But I was hoping it would help her relax a little. I think it helped. She stopped crying. She stopped hyperventilating.

I bent down and began kissing her again and this time she started returning my kiss. She was a bit listless at first but before long she seemed to be getting into it.

I watched FedEx cum in Cindy and get the next shock of his life when she turned around and sucked his cock clean before helping him to put it away. It was pretty amusing. Now that he'd gotten his rocks off he was suddenly worried about the time. He kept glancing at his watch.

I said to him, "If anyone asks just tell them I made you wait while I was getting an envelope ready but at the last minute I realized I didn't have everything I needed to send."

I added good-naturedly, "And next time, don't spend so much time trying to decide when someone offers you a piece of ass."

He laughed and said, "Yes, ma'am!"

FedEx hurried out just as Darnell was reaching his orgasm. He reached for her hair to pull her around but I said, "Let me. She had a hard time of it."

He released Helen. I bent down and sucked his cock clean. I licked his balls and then cleaned Helen's ass when he guided my head to it.

While Darnell was putting his pants back on he said, "I can't wait to watch you out on the farm on Friday."

Delon snarled, "Shut up, dude!"

I looked over and saw him glaring at Darnell. It was out in the open now. But I wasn't that surprised. It was the thing that I most feared. But it was what I was expecting.

They made Helen clean Cindy's pussy and Delon selected something slutty for them to wear for the rest of the day. He ordered them to wear only those clothes from now on. He made it clear that they were not to wear underwear and that they were to wear the slut clothes even when they weren't at work.

Helen timidly said, "My husband..."

Delon smiled and finished her sentence, "had better learn to like it. After all, what man doesn't like half naked women? Everyone I know does."

He turned to me and said, "I'll call you if I need you before Friday. I guess you can go back to doing your homework now."

They left then. Cindy and I helped Helen to her feet. I took her into my arms and said, "I'm sorry. I could have made it easier for you if they let me. The asshole knows it, too. It didn't have to be that hard."

She smiled wryly and said, "Thanks. You did help."

Cindy was putting on the dress that Delon gave her. Helen turned to look at hers and sighed. She put it on and looked down at how much of her body was exposed. She looked at me with the tears starting again and plaintively pleaded with me as if I could change her orders, "What am I going to tell my husband?! How will I explain these clothes? How can I tell him that I have to dress like this now? He's a Deacon in our church.

"Oh god, Brooke! He's going to leave me!"

She seemed not to realize that she still had the power to tell Delon to go piss up a rope! In exasperation I exclaimed, "Helen! Just tell him no! Delon has no power over you that you don't give him!"

She looked into my eyes as if to ask what was wrong with me. How could I make such a stupid statement? Don't I understand anything?

Finally she said, "I can't do that! I can't say no. I..."

I pulled her close again as she struggled for words and this time with a little sympathy I said, "It's okay. I understand, Helen. I know what you're feeling. I just don't know the answers to your questions."

They put their new clothes back into the bags and stashed them behind their desks. On their way out of my office Cindy said to Helen, "It could be worse. Did you see that dress with the bib top?!"

She shivered at the thought of wearing it. Helen put her arm around Cindy's shoulders and smiled weakly. She said, "Who are you trying to kid, you silly little slut?! You can't wait to wear that dress!"

Cindy smiled back up at her and said, "Yeah. You're right."

They laughed quietly and went back to work. But not for long, it was almost time for lunch.

Doug came in, looking around to make certain we were alone. He looked at the way Cindy and Helen were dressed and exclaimed, "Holy shit! You gals look hot! I gather you had company this morning."

I nodded. He said, "I haven't had lunch with you in a couple of weeks. I came to see if the three of you are free. I thought we could order a pizza."

Cindy made the call. We brought their chairs into my office and began to relax a little.

Cindy began flirting outrageously with Doug from the moment he showed up. Or at least it would have been outrageous if we hadn't already done the things together that we did on Saturday night. Helen was a little more reserved at first. But when she saw how much fun Cindy was having and realized I was amused she joined in, too.

Cindy teased him with descriptions of some the new clothes that she and Helen would be wearing to work from now on. The pizza was delivered by the same old guy that nearly always delivers to us. He entered the outer office and saw us in my office. He came to a screeching halt when he entered my office and saw the way we were dressed. His jaw dropped open and for a moment he couldn't seem to move.

I had a check already written out for him. I handed it to Cindy since she was closest. She got up, went over to the poor, stunned pizza guy and said, "You think we look hot now! You should have seen us a little while ago when we were trying these clothes on!"

He left with a hefty tip and Cindy put the pizza down on my desk. I said, "You are such a cold bitch! You didn't even offer him a blowjob!"

She smiled and said, "I was going to. But I looked into his eyes and knew he'd have a heart attack if I did."

We kidded each other and scarfed down the pizza. After we each put away two slices and were sitting back and relaxing, Helen asked Doug, "Are you handling all this okay, Doug? I'm asking because the way things are going I'm becoming increasingly worried about my husband finding out."

Before Doug could respond I exclaimed, "Helen! If you're worried, tell the son of a bitch that you don't want to play anymore!"

She blushed and looked down at the floor. She quietly answered, "I ... I don't want to. I know I should. But even after ... you know, what he did this morning, even after he scared me so bad, I'm not ready to give this up."

Doug scowled at Helen and asked, "What happened this morning?"

Helen shrugged and said, "It was my fault. I made him mad. It was nothing."

Cindy interjected, "It wasn't 'nothing!' He slapped you! And if Brooke hadn't stopped him he was going to slap you again."

Doug shot me a meaningful look that made me feel even guiltier than I already did. Then he asked Helen, "How did you make him mad?"

"He came to my door on Sunday. He pushed me into my living room and ... fucked me. My husband was upstairs changing. We just got home from church. When I saw him this morning I yelled at him. He lost his temper."

Doug sighed and said, "I think you're crazier than I realized, Helen. I don't have a clue about what is motivating you three hot young ladies. Everything I thought I knew about the relationships between men and women has been under attack in the last week. I'm trying to adapt. But I'm never going to be able to understand how you can be excited by some of the things that kid has made you do.

"I don't understand, but I accept it. I have to admit that I'm being turned on by things that I never imagined could turn me on.

"But you can't compare me to your husband. I'm nothing like him in a lot of ways. He's a Deacon in your church. I'm an atheist. I am by nature more tolerant of others. I have only met your husband a few times. But every time we've spoken I have been dismayed by some of the things he has said. He is one of the most intolerant men I've ever met.

"I can pretty much guarantee that if your husband discovers what you are doing with Delon and I'm sure there are or will be others because that's what Delon enjoys, if your husband finds out about that your marriage is over. And there's no doubt in my mind that he will not let you out of the house dressed the way that you are now."

Helen slumped in her chair and said, "I guess I already knew all that. It would have been nice if you could have told me I was wrong."

Doug reached over and patted her hand. He smiled and said, "If you insist on playing those games you can keep your clothes in here and change when you get here. But you are always going to have to worry about Delon doing something to threaten your marriage. He is not one to respect limits and he doesn't care about anyone but himself."

She nodded. But she raised her hand and ran her fingertips around the collar that Doug put on her neck and asked, "Can I still be your slave?"

Doug smiled and said, "I've wanted to get in your pants for years, Helen. I'd love to have you as my slave. When it comes to your fantasies I'm not going to be as satisfying as Delon is. On the other hand, you are probably going to have to put up with Delon for a little longer. I still haven't figured out how to get rid of him."

Helen smiled back and said, "If you wanted to get in my pants all you had to do was ask!"

Doug laughed and said, "Look at this! I'm surrounded by three beautiful women that I can fuck anytime I want. Do you have any idea how hard I tried to get laid in high school?! If you tell anyone this I'll kick some ass. I was a virgin until half way through my freshman year of college!"

Doug went back to work. The three of us started working together as soon as he left. We were more like a team than ever before. We got more done that afternoon than we normally get done in two or three days. Helen straightened up the bookkeeping brought the books up to date. She also had time to do some typing.

Cindy completed and got ready for my signature one of the two tedious and time-consuming reports that I'm required to send out every week and she did the filing.

I worked on the other report and answered some correspondence. I also got caught up with all the phone messages that have been piling up. I spent a lot of time on the phone apologizing to customers for taking so long to call back and making up excuses because telling them I was buying beer for minors with my pussy wouldn't do our companies reputation a lot of good.

At quitting time, Cindy, Doug and I watched Helen change back into her regular clothes. She was embarrassed about undressing in front of Doug at first. But it was obvious that she enjoyed it, too.

While she was changing, Doug said, "Just think, as soon as I find a way to get rid of Delon, I'm going to be all over that!"

Helen smiled and said, "You don't need to wait on my account."

I waited until Helen finished dressing. When she was ready to go home I got up and hugged her. I gave her a big kiss and said, "Thank you, Helen. Thank you so much. You and Cindy saved my ass today."

She smiled and said, "I guess that makes us even."

She and Cindy started to leave but I said, "Wait!"

I had a sudden thought after seeing how things went today. I turned to Doug and said, "Helen did a great job with the books today, as well as doing her job. And Cindy did that god awful report that I hate so much. We've talked about hiring more staff when we can afford it.

"We are as much in the black as we have ever been. And the reports I'm getting from Cal and Tim would seem to indicate that we are going to be able to stay ahead for the foreseeable future. I should ask you this in private but I want to put you on the spot. I want to make Helen the bookkeeper and give her a big raise. I want to make Cindy the office manager. And if we can afford it in a month or two I want to hire someone to replace Cindy."

Doug turned to Helen and asked, "How do you feel about that?"

"I'm honored. And maybe someday soon I'd like to do just that. But first you need to build up some cash reserves. You two have been skating on thin ice for a long time. I think that Brooke is right. It looks like things have really turned around. Let me propose a counteroffer. Give us a small raise and let's keep working the way we did today until you have a reasonable cash reserve. Since we can't rely on emergency cash from the banks in the current financial climate, we should have at least a ninety day cash reserve. One hundred and eighty days would be even better.

"Once the cash reserve problem is taken care of we can have this discussion again."

She looked at Cindy and asked, "Is that alright with you?"

Cindy smiled and said, "I could use a little raise. I'm just a poor single girl. But yes. That makes perfect sense. This company means almost as much to me as it does to you three. I love working here and I love working with you guys. I'm fine with pinching pennies for six months. And besides, I had a good time this afternoon. It was fun having a little responsibility for a change."

I went over and hugged Cindy. I held her tight and said, "I'm so sorry. That's my fault for being such a terrible supervisor. I misjudged you so badly."

Cindy smiled and said, "Don't talk like that. I really look up to you. You are only a few years older than me but you have so much responsibility here. I don't have any idols. But if I did you'd be one of them. You're strong and smart and you've always treated me very well ... even when I was new and fucked up everything I touched.

"And you weren't wrong. Or at least you weren't wrong about how little I know. I hated school. I went out of my way to avoid learning anything. I don't like to read. I know nothing about history or geography or anything else. I know how to type. And of course I have recently been told that I give pretty good head.

"If you guys and Helen can spare a little I really could use a small raise. I very often end up living on soup and crackers the last day or two before payday. I'm getting very tired of soup."

I exclaimed, "Cindy! Why didn't you say something?! Honey if you told me that ... DAMN!"

I really felt guilty now. I looked at Doug. He looked like she had slapped him. He looked at her and said, "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize. I've been so worried about ... well, a lot of other things. I had no idea. Please forgive me, Cindy."

He turned to Helen and said, "You, too. You haven't had a raise in years. I've been so thoughtless. Effective yesterday you each get another hundred dollars a week in your check. Is that enough until we can build up that reserve?"

Cindy shook her head and exclaimed, "Oh no! That much too much! Twenty-five dollars a week is all I need."

Doug smiled and said, "Good! A hundred it is then."

Helen smiled and said, "I can wait until you have the reserve. My husband makes much more than he's worth. I took this job to get out of the house. I hate housework. I don't need the money."

Doug glared at her and snarled, "You listen to me, bitch! You damn well take a raise whether you want it or not. I'm not above spanking that hot little ass of yours!"

She grinned and replied, "First your wife eats my pussy. Now you insist on giving me more money. Why do I put up with these inhumane working conditions?!"

Cindy and Helen left after a little more banter and I accompanied Doug on our evening walk through. We were a little late and had to detour around the cleaning and maintenance crews. I could tell by the way they look at me now that our janitors have been gossiping. I could see it in their eyes that they've heard about me. Of course, the dress I was wearing undoubtedly made it clear that the rumors were true.

We finished our walk through. We got to the shipping department at the far end of the building before Doug said, "We need to save up more than a good cash reserve. It won't be long before we need another building and I don't want to have to go in debt for it. We have the land. The orders are pouring in so fast that it's getting hard to keep up. Something is going to have to give pretty soon."

I didn't want to bring it up. But I had to ask, "Speaking of cash reserves, how much can we afford to contribute to making that poor woman I hit whole again?"

Doug said, "That isn't a problem. I put the proceeds from your parent's estates into CDs. We haven't touched that. That's over half a million now. And we have a couple hundred thousand in our personal accounts. We can handle her hospital bills and some money for pain and suffering easily enough. The problem isn't the money. The problem is giving it to her without incriminating you."

"We're almost millionaires! I had no idea! I thought we were poor!"

He laughed and said, "We aren't poor. But I didn't want to touch your money. And there will be a significant tax liability if we have to access our savings. I think you may have been confusing our personal and our business fiscal health. Up until recently our business has been poor. But we were only poor because the people that owe us have been so slow to pay us. I think we are finally out of the woods, though."

"I hope I haven't screwed that up."

He hugged me and said, "Are you kidding?! The morale on the work floor has skyrocketed lately. You're new wardrobe and those sexy rumors floating around have perked everyone up!"

I sighed and said, "Unfortunately, the rumors aren't rumors. They're all true. Doesn't that bother you? Doesn't it upset you that all those people are thinking the things that they must be thinking about your wife?"

"It seems like it should, doesn't it? But no. As strange as it seems I swell up with pride every time I see you walking around on the work floor. Every fucking man out there wants you. Even Jeff Cord. And he's gay!"

I grinned and asked, "Are you certain it isn't you he's after?"

Doug thought about it for a moment and said, "He is kind of cute."

We were a little late getting home because of all the screwing around. When we got there, Cory was already backed up to the door of the garage behind my car.

He got out of his car when we pulled up and apologized for being early. He intended to remove the damaged parts from my car while we were eating supper. Doug insisted on helping. Since dinner was out I made some sandwiches and the three of us ate in the garage while they struggled to remove all the damaged parts.

It turned out to be a lot easier than they thought it would be. None of the assorted nuts and bolts fought them. The fender and bumper came off easily and the parts that Cory found fit perfectly.

They were installing the headlight when Carol showed up. She sat down on a footlocker beside me and we watched the end of the process. She seemed a little nervous. I suspect that she spent a lot of her time today thinking about Cory, and about sucking his cock.

I put my arm around her and gave her a little hug. She smiled at me and said, "I'm okay. I'm a little nervous. But I'm looking forward to it."

"You're going to do it?"

She nodded.

I gave her a squeeze and said, "I'm glad. I don't know why. It shouldn't matter to me if you enjoy it. I guess I'm just excited about how much I enjoy it now and I want to share that."

She chuckled and said, "You are a strange woman, Brooke Causey! I'm so glad that you're my friend."

They aimed the headlight, closed the hood and we examined my car closely. It was impossible to tell that the car was not original. The paint matched up exactly.

I threw myself at Cory and gave him a huge kiss. I thanked him over and over and then I said, "You're a fucking mess. Come on, Cory. Carol and I want to take you upstairs and give you a shower."

He grinned and started to lead the way. But he stopped suddenly and turned to face Doug. He asked, "Are you still okay with this?"

Doug smiled and took a check out of his pocket. He held it out and said, "Hell! I'll even pay you three hundred dollars to do it!"

Cory looked confused. He shook his head and said, "No. I told you. I got the parts for One fifty."

Doug said, "And you helped me to install them. Hell! You did most of the work! You are more than welcome to fuck my wife and my wife's friend and here's a little money for your trouble. I like you Cory. You're a good kid. I really appreciate what you've done for us. Now go take a shower with those two crazy broads."

I looked at Doug, all sweaty and covered in grease and dirt. I turned to Carol and Cory and said, "I have a better idea. You two go take a shower in our bathroom. Take your time and get acquainted. I'm going to shower with Doug. He looks like he needs help. We'll join you in the bedroom after our shower."

I looked at Carol and asked, "Is that okay?"

She smiled at Cory and at me. She took Cory by the hand and said, "I think I can handle him. But if I die trying, please don't tell my husband how it happened."

I promised her that I'd tell Bob it was a hunting accident and they rushed off to take a shower in our bathroom.

Chapter 20A

Doug and I took a nice long shower in the guest bath. We spent so much time soaping each other up and kissing and touching that by the time we got to the bedroom, Carol was already between Cory's legs sucking his cock as if her life depended on it.

Cory smiled at us when we came into the room and said, "She couldn't wait. She said she's been thinking about this all day."

We stood to the side and watched for a minute. She was only taking half of his cock into her mouth. But they both seemed to be enjoying it. Even with her mouth full of big, black cock I could see that she was smiling. So I decided to save the deepthroat lesson for later. I had something else in mind for now.

Doug and I got Carol up on her knees. I reached into my nightstand and selected a nice vibrator. I turned it on low and started using it on her while Doug teased her tits and her pussy with his fingers.

We worked on Carol for several minutes before I told Doug to fuck her. He didn't need to be told twice. He moved into position behind her and started working his hard cock into her. They both moaned loudly as he entered her and when she moaned, Cory received the benefit. He stiffened up and cried out, "Oh fuck!"

Doug started fucking Carol and she started taking even more of Cory's big cock between her lips. She had a glassy look in her eyes now and I knew it wouldn't be long before she had her first orgasm. I reached under her with the vibrator and teased her nipples for a moment before trailing the tip of the penis shaped toy down her stomach to her swollen clit.

I had to lie down and stretch out so that I could see what I was doing. I got comfortable, resting my head on Cory's leg and began to tease her. I didn't want to touch that thing directly to her clit. It was too much stimulation that way. I moved around her swollen mound and circled her clit. I reached out with my free hand and teased one of her nipples.

For just a moment I was sorry that someone wasn't there with the movie camera. This would have been a hot scene. It was turning me on so much to watch them that I was nearing orgasm just from pressing my thighs together.

Doug and I smiled at each other a few times but I had to watch what I was doing and he seemed to be having trouble keeping his eyes open. I was struck by how happy it made me to see him enjoying himself so much when I knew that most women would have been upset. I honestly didn't mind that he was fucking my friend and enjoying it so much. I think that now I could better understand how he felt when he watched me with Cory or when he watched those DVDs.

I heard a strange noise and assumed that Cory had reached orgasm and Carol was struggling to keep up. But when I looked up I saw the concerned look on Cory's face. He was reaching out to touch her face. Their eyes met and he smiled down at her. He said, "You don't have to do that, Carol. Brooke is the only woman that's ever been able to do that for me. What you were doing felt wonderful. Honest!"

That made me feel kind of proud. But I couldn't help wondering how many women, or girls, have sucked that magnificent cock.

Carol reluctantly let his cock slide out of her mouth for long enough to breathlessly say, "Please. Let me try. I just want to see if I can do it."

I was very impressed with her attitude.

She kissed the tip of his cock and took it back into her mouth. I moved up closer to her face and kissed her ear to get her attention. When she opened her eyes I smiled and said, "You look beautiful with a cock in your mouth. Let me make a suggestion. Before you drive your mouth downward try to swallow. When you do that your throat expects something to go down. It makes it easier.

"The first time is always the hardest. And if you keep doing it with other guys the first stroke down your throat is always the hardest. But once you get past that barrier the first time it gets easier quickly. You are probably worrying in the back of your mind that you might hurt something in your throat. I won't say it isn't possible. But I have taken some very fat cocks into my throat. It wasn't pleasant. But it was exciting. And I haven't hurt anything yet.

"Just relax, swallow and when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat apply a little extra pressure. I'm kind of proud of myself that I can do it now. I didn't have a choice. They made me. But it was exciting. Not all guys like it, though. There's always a catch when a cock first enters your throat and that puts some guys off. So don't feel like you have to do this if you don't want to."

I kissed her again and returned to teasing her with the vibrator. I continued watching her, though. She hadn't given up. She made two more futile attempts. I reminded her to swallow and on the next try, Cory's cock slid right down her throat!

I saw her eyes open wide. She couldn't believe she did it. She made a funny noise with his cock still in her throat, like a triumphant scream of joy. That was too much for Cory. He cried out and his hips came up off the bed.

Carol stayed just the way she was with her throat clamped down on his cock until he slowly collapsed back onto the bed.

She backed off then, holding just the top inch or two of his cock in her mouth while she rested her head on Cory's belly and concentrated on what Doug and I were doing to her.

I could see that Doug wasn't going to last much longer. I started working the vibrator closer to her clit. I guess she liked it. Her entire body was vibrating like it had batteries, too.

I tried to time it just right so that they came together but I misjudged. Carol screamed around Cory's cock and Doug had to hold on tight to her hips to keep her in place. But her pussy must have clamped down on his cock when she reached orgasm and he went off right behind her.

I was so wrapped up in watching that I forgot I was still vibrating Carol's clit. She finally had to slap my hand away.

I smiled up at her and said, "Sorry. I got distracted."

No one moved for several minutes. Doug finally sighed and shivered as he slowly pulled his cock out of my friend. He sat back on his heels and our eyes met. We whispered, "I love you."

I started to sit up to clean Doug's cock. Carol saw me move and must have figured out what I was going to do. She reached out and held me with a hand on my shoulder. She reluctantly let Cory's cock slip from her lips and said, "No. Let me."

I smiled at her and said, "I'm impressed with what you've done tonight, Carol. But I'm not sure you're ready for that yet."

"There's only one way to find out. I'm kind of liking this slut thing. It pisses me off that it took me so long to realize how much fun it is."

We all watched as she turned around and with her face only inches from Doug's slimy cock she stared at it while she gathered up her courage. I reminded her that she didn't have to do it. She ignored me and slowly leaned closer until the head of Doug's cock was sliding into her mouth.

She shivered as his slimy cock entered her mouth. But she slowly slid her lips all the way down to the base and gently sucked it clean. She shivered several more times and I'm pretty certain that it was because what she was doing was so exciting. She really was getting into this slut thing.

She smiled when she finally let Doug's cock go and saw that it was almost fully erect again. She looked up at him and in a teasing voice said, "Aw, did I do that?! I'm sorry."

She didn't sound sorry.

She licked his balls clean and a few stray wet spots on his thighs. Then she took his cock back into her mouth and started sucking like a crazy woman.

I laughed quietly, loving how excited she was. I never expected that Carol could be this free with her sexuality if given the chance. But then, I've been surprised by just about everyone lately, including myself.

I moved up beside Cory and looked down at her messy ass from his angle while I kissed him and thanked him for his help with my car and my friend.

He laughed and said, "Trust me, Brooke. It has been my pleasure. And to be honest, I've been feeling guilty about being a part of what Delon is doing to you. I'm not like him. Sometimes a guy goes along with things he knows are wrong because all of his friends are. I'm disappointed with myself."

I kissed him affectionately and said, "Don't be. I understand. And when it gets rough with Delon it's always nice to have someone nice around like you. I know you can't help me. But it's reassuring to have a friendly face in the crowd.

"Now, please explain to me why you are just lying here relaxing when that slut is waving her tail in your face. The bitch is just asking for it!"

Carol laughed around the cock in her mouth and waved her tail a little harder.

He smiled at me and asked, "What about you?"

I kissed him again to thank him for thinking of me. I replied, "When you two big strong men are through fucking her half to death I'm going to teach the nasty cunt how to eat pussy. Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm going to get mine."

Cory grinned and said, "I can't wait to see that!"

"I can't wait for you to see that either, sweetheart. Now get up there and fuck that horny bitch!"

In only seconds, Cory was sliding his long cock in and out of Carol. She loved it just as much as she did last night. She showed how much she loved it by just about sucking my poor husband inside out through his cock.

But when I stretched out beside her and went back to work with the vibrator she went pure nuts. Her body vibrated constantly. She looked like she was trying to get Doug's cock AND his balls in her mouth! It looked painful to me but Doug was smiling so I guess it was okay.

I moved the vibrator over her tits and her belly and her pussy but it wasn't easy keeping up with her increasingly violent movements. It was an amazing thing to watch. I was just a wee bit jealous of all the pleasure they were experiencing, but mostly of her.

Carol wasn't in her right mind right now. She was in a much better place. There was no question in my mind that she never experienced anything like the lust she was feeling now. I felt kind of proud that I had something to do with it.

It was hard to tell who started cumming first. I think it was Carol but my attention was focused on her so I can't say for sure. I guess it isn't really important. She and Doug came at about the same time. It wasn't until she swallowed Doug's cum and rested her face on his cock and balls that she got really vocal. She let everyone in the room know how much she was enjoying that big cock plowing into her from behind. I wouldn't be surprised if people out in the street could hear her.

Cory finally couldn't take it anymore. He started slamming into her even more violently and just as his orgasm started she screamed and came again. I kicked myself again for not having thought to set our movie camera up to record this. I doubt if it would ever be like this again.

I turned off the vibrator and started to pull Carol down beside me so that I could hold her. But before I could she exclaimed, "Wait! There's something I have to do!"

I thought she wanted to go to the bathroom. I was very surprised when instead she spun around and took Cory's still almost hard cock into her mouth and throat without the slightest hesitation.

I smiled at Cory and said, "See? I told you she was a slut!"

He caressed her hair and said affectionately, "Yes. But I never thought that was a bad thing. And she certainly is a beautiful slut."

Carol finally finished cleaning Cory and collapsed onto the mattress beside me. She reached up and rested her hand over Cory's cock for a moment and asked me, "Brooke, if I asked Bob really nicely, do you think he'd let me keep Cory?"

I leaned down and bit the cheek of her ass and exclaimed, "Oh no you don't you fucking slut! I found him first! And Doug already said I could keep him!"

There was a little more good natured banter between the four of us before I said to Cory, "Cory, can I ask you a personal question?"

"You can ask."

"You're only sixteen. I can't help wondering how many girls, and women, you have been with. You are so damned good in bed that I sometimes think that you must have a lot of experience. But there is such an aura of innocence around you sometimes that I think you can't possibly be as experienced as you seem."

He looked like he was blushing again. We were all looking at him and it obviously made him uncomfortable. He finally said, "You are going to think this is really weird. I was a virgin until about a year ago. Most of Delon's friends were already screwing around with half the girls in school. Otis was more like me but he finally got lucky and then it was just me that everyone was making fun of.

"I finally got a date with a girl that had some experience and was willing to do it with me. But when she saw my dick she started having second thoughts. She gave it a try, though. Unfortunately I didn't know what I was doing and with her being scared and all it was a pretty awful experience.

"I was afraid to try it again after that. It was pretty depressing to think that my cock was so big I couldn't ever have sex again. But I was moping around one day and my next door neighbor asked me what was wrong. I couldn't tell her, of course. It was much too embarrassing. She's always been like a friend to me. She never treated me like a kid and I could talk about just about anything with her, anything but sex.

"She's in her early forties. She lives alone. Her husband was a cop but he got killed by some druggie in a drug raid about ten years ago. I don't even remember him.

"She made me come into her house and gave me a glass of tea and we talked for a while. I really didn't want to talk about what was bothering me but she finally dragged it out of me. When I told her that my dick was too big and I couldn't have sex she had just taken a sip of her tea. She spit it out all over the counter. I wasn't expecting that reaction. I didn't know what to do. I was all set to leave when she told me there was no such thing a dick that was too big unless I was talking about a horse."

I didn't care for the image that conjured up in light of what might happen to me on Friday. But I pushed it out of my mind.

Cory said, "She asked me why I thought my dick was too big and I told her about my one attempt at sex. She laughed and told me that the silly girl who said my dick was too big would spend the rest of her life looking back on that night with regret. She offered to teach me how to make love to a girl. I didn't realize what that meant at first. But I accepted her offer and it was the smartest thing I've ever done.

"She took me to her bedroom and taught me everything she knows about sex. And she knows quite a bit. I went back for lessons two or three times a week after that. She has a boyfriend now. But she still finds time for a lesson every now and then. If I ever find a girl like her who's my age I'm going to marry her."

I said, "I'd like to meet her. I think that Carol and I would both like to thank her in person. Have you been with any other girls since she started giving you lessons, girls your own age?"

I love how embarrassed he was to talk about this. He nodded and said, "Yeah. A couple. It's exciting, of course. I mean, you know. It's sex. Sex is fun. But I've learned that I don't like sex with young girls as much as I do with women your age ... or older. They aren't as much fun. They have so many things they don't want to do. They don't have the confidence that an older woman does. They're sexy to look at but they aren't as much fun."

I slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Dumb ass! Teach them! You needed someone to teach you! Show them how to have fun. Have a little patience!"

He laughed and said, "It isn't that easy! When you're my age you can't just take a girl to your apartment and make out. I have parents. She has parents. Everyone has rules. If you do have a place you don't have much time. And to be honest, most of them aren't ready to learn about sex. They get excited but they're embarrassed and self conscious. They think that everything is dirty or demeaning and if you try to explain they think you're just trying to take advantage of them. It just isn't worth it. I prefer women like you and Carol."

I laughed and said, "Cory, I'm embarrassed to have to admit this. But I was just like those stupid young girls before Delon made me start doing things. And so was Carol. We didn't like to suck cocks. I feel so guilty for how I made Doug suffer for the eight years we've been married. I guess we needed someone to teach us, too. I think that's why Doug is taking this all so well. He hasn't gotten this lucky since ... ever!"

I glanced at the clock. I had less than an hour until I had to get on the computer. I apologized to Carol for rushing things but explained that it was my turn and she was on deck.

I asked Doug to get our movie camera out. That put a worried look on Carol's face but she didn't say anything. I asked Cory to move over. I thought it would look hot if he was in the movie we were about to make. Then I ordered Carol to lie down on the bed with her hands up by the headboard.

While she got into position and Doug went for the camera, I got out of bed and started getting her ready. I put the blindfold over her eyes. I put the leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. She sniffed the leather while I was getting the rope out and said, "I love that smell. I never realized how sexy it is."

I tied the rope to a ring on one of her wrist cuffs, ran the rope through a few of the slats in the headboard and tied it to her other wrist.

I tied her ankles to the feet of the bed. When she was helpless I sat down beside her and caressed her tits. I asked, "How do you feel? Are you scared?"

She shuddered and breathlessly replied, "I love it!"

I pulled out the nipple clamps and with a little help from Cory we put them on her rock hard nipples and tightened them down. I watched her react to them and thought that if we left her just like that and left the room it wouldn't be long before she had an orgasm.

I pulled one more toy out of my nightstand. It was a thick, penis shaped vibrator with the little arm that tickles the clit when the vibrator is all the way in. It slid inside of her easily and I turned it on low.

Carol cried out and then swore obscenely. I couldn't take my hand off the vibrator or it began to slowly slide out of her. I considered using duct tape. But Cory noticed my problem and offered to hold it in place.

I accepted his kind offer and then stood up to watch as Carol went a little crazy from the combination of mental and physical stimulation. I bent down and whispered in her ear, "I wish I had a huge fucking dog right now, bitch. I'd make you suck his cock before he fucks you."

She screamed and came violently. I waited until she calmed down and said, "Since I don't have a dog, you're going to have to eat my pussy instead. But after I cum I have to go get on the computer. I'm going to leave you here with these two big strong men and let them fuck you half to death for an hour or so. It's all going to be done in front of the camera. The next time you come over you can watch yourself eating pussy and sucking cocks and getting fucked. I bet you can't wait to see what you look like with a big black man on top of you, slut!"

She came again. She was getting to be more like me every minute!

I straddled her stomach and rubbed my soaking wet pussy on her soft skin as I slowly worked my way up her body. I wasn't all that careful climbing over her tits, pulling at the clamps in what must have been a very painful manner as I worked my way past them.

She displayed how she felt about the pain I caused her by cumming again. I think I'm getting pretty good at this!

I moved up a little farther and began to grind my soaking wet pussy into her face. I covered her nose, her cheeks, her chin and her pouty lips with my juices before I settled down and ordered her to eat my cunt.

She had her next orgasm as her tongue entered me. She was sobbing and licking and moaning, totally out of control. But she ate my pussy like a Tasmanian devil the whole time. She isn't the most proficient pussy eater I've encountered lately. But she is certainly one of the most enthusiastic.

To add to my pleasure, Cory started squeezing my nipples with his free hand and smiling, looking me right in the eyes as my first orgasm rapidly began to overtake me. He saw it coming. He moved closer to Carol and whispered in her ear but loud enough that I could hear and the camera could pick it up, "That's it, slut. Cum! Shoot your pussy juice into her mouth as if you had a cock. Cum all over the cunt's face and rub it in with your hot pussy.

"Look at her, Brooke! Your cunt eater is going crazy! She loves your pussy. Just think, from now on she's going to be coming to your door all the time just begging you to let her eat your sweet pussy. She loves it all. She loves my cock and she loves Doug's cock. And she loves your pussy just as much. You can do anything you want with this bitch from now on. She'll do it for a taste of your pussy."

That sweet talking young man knew exactly what to say. Carol and I both lost it then. I'm surprised that I didn't smother her as I continued to grind my pussy into her mouth and nose. Either smother her or drown her. When I finally sat up and moved down so that she could breathe her face was soaking wet.

I've heard that there are some women who can ejaculate when they reach orgasm. I'm not one of them. But the juices must have been pouring out of me. Every inch of Carol's face was damp with the fluids flowing out of me.

Cory turned off the vibrator but left it buried deep inside of Carol's pussy. He kissed my thigh and then he leaned down and began to lap my juices from Carol's face. I nearly had another orgasm while I watched. It was an incredibly erotic sight.

I moaned and exclaimed, "Fuck! I want to play some more!"

But I couldn't. I was out of time. I groaned as I carefully stood up. I sighed and said, "Gentlemen, the cunt is all yours. Use her as much as you wish."

I leaned down and kissed Carol. She whispered, "I love you."

I pressed my cheek to hers and whispered in her ear, "I love you, too. Do me a favor. Don't kill them. I love them, too."

She chuckled and replied, "I'll try not to."

I stood up and put my arms around Doug's neck. I kissed him and said, "I do love you, Doug. I love you so much I want to cry sometimes. I love you more than I did on our wedding day. Thank you for being perfect."

He gave me a hug and said, "A lot of women don't say that to their husbands after watching them fuck their best friends. You ain't so bad yourself."

I slapped his ass and said, "Have fun. I have to go and entertain the troops."

Cory was suggesting to Doug that since Carol was helpless it might be a good time to take her last cherry as I left the room. I paused long enough to say, "Put the camera on the tripod. I'm going to want to see that later."

I went across the hall to the computer room and turned it on. I opened a chat room and invited Delon. In a few minutes there were two dozen men watching me and I started going through a dozen more pictures.

I never seemed to get used to those pictures or inured to the distress they caused me. In some ways it was worse now because I was terrified by the gut wrenching and very real fear of what was going to happen to me on Friday. I knew it was going to be bad. If I was just going to be raped by a large group of men or by a dog there would be no need to go out to the country to do it.

No. This was going to be much worse than even my worst fears and I knew it.

But now something else was causing me just as much distress. I found myself looking at those horrible pictures of women being raped by large black men and animals and ... I don't know, not getting arouse exactly. Not really. But I sometimes became aware that my skin was tingling and I was just a little bit breathless.

I sometimes got so caught up in the pictures that I forgot to check the things the men watching were saying down one side of the screen. But when that happened, when I missed an order because I was staring so intently at a photograph, they didn't get mad. Instead they were amused by how much of a slut I have already become for Delon and his friends.

The pictures were the usual eclectic mix. A couple of pictures of a white woman being sandwiched between two black men started it off tonight. They were followed by pictures of the underage young girl that I saw sucking off a couple of horses. This time she was standing all alone in front of a large construction site.

The first picture showed her undressing. She must have done something to get the attention of the men working there first. They were all watching.

In the next picture she was naked and surrounded by a dozen men with more on the way. There were a couple of white men in the group. But most of them were Mexican or black. Dark hands were already exploring her body.

The next picture was taken inside the building under construction. The girl was on her hands and knees on a rough looking tarp. Her face showed clearly in this one. I could see the tears streaming down her cheeks and the despair on her face.

She was being fucked by a long, black cock and sucking on a chubby Mexican's dick while at least two dozen big construction workers gathered close to watch and wait their turns.

The final picture in that series showed her on her knees with her lips spread wide while one of the men pissed in her mouth.

I wanted nothing so much as to find this girl and take her away from whoever was making her do these horrible things. It was bad enough that I was being treated like that. But she was so young and looked so fragile, both mentally and physically. How could anyone be turned on by those pictures?! That was a girl who was about to lose her mind.

But there wasn't much hope of saving her. I couldn't even save myself.

The rest of the pictures were all of various women having sex in one form or another with dogs. I stared at one of them for a very long time. The woman in the picture looked very familiar. But I couldn't say from where. It could be that she reminded me of someone I went to school with. I wasn't sure. But I was so certain that I knew her that I knew it was going to drive me crazy if I didn't think who she reminded me of.

I finally finished the first dozen pictures. I was more relieved than usual to shut off my picture viewer. It had been a more uncomfortable batch of pictures than I was used to.

I scanned the chat log to see if I missed any orders or questions. As usual they were talking about me, not to me.

I opened the story I was reading and sat back to play with my pussy while I read on. It has been a couple of days since I opened the story and started reading it and I had put it out of my mind. It wasn't something that I could relate to since it was about a teenage girl on a Caribbean cruise. But it was lighter than the other stories I've read. Or at least it was right up until the end. I finished it and closed it. I only had to get through twelve more pictures and I would be through for the night.

Before I could open the pictures, Delon ordered me to answer my email. Most of the men started logging off but Delon and a few of the others stayed to watch me.

I opened up my email and groaned at the huge number that remained unanswered. There were more than two hundred new ones, even after I deleted the spam!

I dug out one of the emails I answered the last time I did this with my stock answer. I copied it and went to work. I had two more emails from the mysterious person from my past. I left those for later. If Delon could read my emails over my shoulder I didn't want him reading those.

I started going through emails just as quickly as I could, answering every one of them that I could with the copy and paste method. I only provided a more personal touch when it was absolutely necessary. I got so good at it that I could open an email, scan through it and reply with the canned response in about thirty seconds.

I disposed of almost one hundred and fifty emails in the next hour and fifteen minutes. I didn't even notice that Delon and all but one of the other men had signed off. I turned my email off and shut everything else down. I was just about to close the chat room when the one remaining pervert said, "I can't wait to fuck your sweet ass again."

His screen name was more innocuous than some but nasty enough. He called himself "Meat Packer." I hadn't a clue to go on but I would have bet a blowjob that it was Steve, the asshole from down the street.

I glanced at the camera and replied, "It isn't up to me."

Then he was gone. I shut everything down and went to bed. Doug was alone. Cory and Carol left almost an hour ago. I couldn't wait to see the movie. I was tempted to crawl in bed and go to sleep but I noticed that Doug had changed the sheets. So I went around and kissed him. I thanked him for being so sweet and then I went in and took a quick shower.

He put his book down when I returned and said, "You've turned Carol into a sex maniac. You may yet get your revenge on Bob. She just might kill him."

I laughed and asked, "Did she take a shower before she went home?"

"Yes. But Cory and I almost had to carry her to her house. She was exhausted. You were worried about the wrong people when you left the room. It was poor Carol that was nearly fucked to death. She asked if she could come back tomorrow night. I don't know what she's telling Bob. I was thinking that we might invite Cindy, too. She might enjoy meeting Carol."

I rested my head on his shoulder and teased one of his nipples with my fingernail. I asked, "That sounds like fun. But won't you and Cory need some help? I can replace you in my bed but who would run the plant if you had a heart attack?"

He answered, "Hmmm, Helen?"

But then he got serious and said, "That's a good point. I should probably start training a foreman that could take over if something happened to me."

A terrible chill ran through me. I was very sorry that I made that stupid joke. I didn't even want to think that something like that could happen!

The next morning started out almost like a normal pre-Delon morning except that I dressed like a prostitute to go to work. We were both more relaxed than usual because Delon wasn't going to work with us. But he managed to get up early and come over for a blowjob just before we left the house.

There was something unsettling about the way he looked at me while I was sucking his cock. I think that he was picturing the things he had planned for me on Friday. If that was what was in his mind it must have been something that really excited him. He came in less than ten minutes. He got up, put his pants together and said, "No homework tonight. I have something to do."

He left without another word.

As soon as the door closed behind Delon, Doug said, "Do you suppose he'd stop doing that if we told him we didn't care?"

I laughed and said, "Easy for you to say! He didn't just drop a load of cum in your mouth!"

Doug came over and leaned over me. He kissed me, which is something that I think will always make me uncomfortable after I have just sucked someone else's cock. As we kissed I felt his hand moving up my thigh and a finger working around inside of my pussy.

He stood back up with a smile on his face and said, "You might prefer that he stopped coming over here like that. But you can't say it doesn't have an effect on you."

He showed me his finger, glistening with my juices.

I smiled and said, "How about if you suck him off next time and we'll see how that affects me?"

I was glad that we could kid about it this way. But I knew that we would both be a lot happier if Delon dropped off the face of the earth.

I hurried to the bathroom, rinsed out my mouth and we left for work.

We talked about last night more than anything else. We were both amazed at the change in Carol. When we pulled up to the office I said, "If you are sure you're up to it I'll invite Cindy over."

He shrugged and said, "I don't see why we can't have some fun without making a marathon out of it. Carol is anxious for more and Cindy wanted to get together again. Ask her if she wants to spend the night."

I nodded and said, "I will. But I'm going to have to ask Carol what she's telling Bob that she does at our house for all those hours. The curiosity is killing me."

We kissed and went our separate ways. For some reason the traffic was unusually light this morning. I was the first one to arrive at the office. I started the coffee and went through into my office to see what had to be done today. I was anticipating a light day thanks to all the work we got done yesterday.

Helen came in a few minutes after I did. She called out to me, asking if I had a cup of coffee yet.

I shook my head so she poured us both a cup and brought them in. I sipped my coffee and watched her change into one of her new slut outfits. She modeled it once she had it on and said, "I didn't even have the nerve to dress like this when I was in high school."

I laughed and agreed. I didn't either. But of course my parents would have killed me if I even walked too close to an outfit like that in the store.

She joined me at my desk after she hung up her regular clothes. We sipped coffee and talked about what needed to be done today. The chore that always made my job most hectic, the two weekly reports were ready to mail. Helen was doing the bookkeeping. I had a few jobs to follow up on and I needed to check on an order for raw materials that had yet to be filled. Other than that it was just a question of stamping out small fires as they popped up.

Cindy finally came in. She grabbed a cup of coffee and rushed into my office saying, "Sorry I'm late. I had a flat tire this morning. I had a can of that stuff that fixes flat tires but I got the shit all over me. I had to go back inside and clean up."

I smiled and shook my head. "Cindy, you aren't late. You are several minutes early and I wouldn't care if you were late. You are always punctual. If you had a problem I'd understand. I swear. Sometimes I think what they say about blondes is true!"

"But you're a blonde!"

I smiled and said, "Yeah, but you're more blonde than me."

She finally realized I was pulling her leg and smiled.

I asked, "Cindy, do you need more money? I mean now, before your next check?"

She shook her head and said, "No. But thanks. I appreciate the offer."

"What about that tire?"

"It'll last until this weekend."

I turned to Helen and said, "At least we can be certain that she doesn't dye her hair."

Helen smiled and said, "Sweetheart, as long as she's wearing the skirt she has on you can be certain that her tonsils have been removed!"

I pulled my purse out of the drawer and took out a hundred dollar bill. I put it on the desk in front of Cindy and said, "I don't want you getting killed on the highway. Your pussy tastes too good. I'd miss it. There's a tire shop two blocks from here. Finish your coffee and go get a new tire. That's an order."

She didn't know what to say. She looked at Helen and then at me. She started to thank me but I snapped, "Shut up and drink your coffee!"

She sat back in her chair and said, "I love you guys!"

"Speaking of that, would you like to follow us home tonight and spend the night? Delon has something to do and he gave me the night off. We're having a couple of friends over, you know Cory. The other person is my friend and neighbor, Carol. You've met her husband, Bob Chase.

"Carol has been coming over for the last two nights and getting much better acquainted with all three of us. It's like watching me change when Delon took over my life. She and I were just alike before this all started. But she has changed even quicker than I did."

Cindy exclaimed, "I'd love to come! I've been thinking about the fun we had and looking forward to getting together again. And Cory is cool. He's the most human of the bunch of them."

I nodded and said, "Yes. The better acquainted we get the more I like him. He's really a sweet kid, especially when Delon isn't around."

Cindy frowned and said, "Two men and three women? Aren't you worried about Doug?"

"A little. But I don't know who else to ask."

Helen sighed and said, "I wish I could come. You guys have so much fun. I'm stuck at home with the Reverend Clark. I swear, if he didn't make so much money..."

I reached over and put my hand on her knee. I said, "Tell him I'm having a get-together for the girls in the office. We'd love to have you."

She thought it over for a moment. I could see how very much she wanted to join us. But she sighed and said, "You already have too many women coming."

"How did you spell coming?"

I thought about it again but although there were men I knew I could invite, they weren't men that I would want there. I don't doubt that Steve would be happy to attend and Bob Steadman. If Delon's gang wasn't with him we could ask Cory to invite some of them. But the only one that I'd consider would be Otis. He's kind of cute but he's also a bit ... I don't know, dorky maybe.

I asked Cindy, "You don't know any men you'd like to invite to an orgy do you?"

"There is one. But it might raise some eyebrows."

I waited for the explanation.

She sighed and said, "Don't get the wrong impression. I've never had sex with him. I never would. But he's very sexy and I think you guys might like him. My brother, Barry. I've heard from him and from a couple of his girlfriends that he's pretty good in bed."

There was something just little bit wicked about her suggestion that I found appealing. I asked, "Would you want your brother to see you behaving the way you'll be behaving tonight? Are you sure it won't cause problems?"

She shook her head and said, "No. He's cool. He's been my best friend all my life. We talk about everything. I might be a little nervous at first. I haven't been naked with my brother since I was about three or four years old. But I know he's very open-minded and adventurous when it comes to sex. And if he does get uncomfortable he can always leave. No harm done."

I shrugged and said, "Ask him. But you better be certain that he doesn't have a problem with a big, black cock sticking into you here and there."

"I'll call him from the tire shop."

I nodded and turned back to Helen. "We'd love to have you. Call your husband and tell him you're coming and see what he says."

"I think I will!"

Helen went to her desk and Cindy left to get her tire repaired or replaced.

I got on the phone and started working for a living. By the time Cindy returned I had resolved the problem with the raw materials and solved a few other small problems. My next order of business would involve going out onto the floor to track the status of a couple of orders. We really need to get this place on a good in-house computer tracking system one of these days.

I found that as I contemplated going out into the plant I was no longer uncomfortable. The employees have all seen pretty much all there is to see of me and I've discovered that Doug gets a hard on when he sees me out there. That was all I needed to hear.

Cindy returned as I was getting ready to go into the back. She came into my office and tried to hand me the change from the hundred I gave her. I ordered her to keep it. She ran around my desk and hugged me. Then she straightened up and said, "You sure are getting bossy!"

I laughed and reached under her skirt. I cupped her smooth little pubic mound and asked, "When are we going to find some big, hairy sadist to stab your tits and your pussy?"

She shivered and said, "I've found the place. Now I just have to get up the nerve. You're still coming with me, right?"

I nodded.

"Maybe Saturday if Delon doesn't make us do something. Do you have any plans for Saturday?"

I shook my head and said, "I don't make plans anymore. I'm not in charge of my schedule. Let's plan for Saturday unless Delon tells us differently."

She started out of my office but turned back and said, "I talked to Barry. He would love to be there. And he has been warned about what he will see and he swears that he's looking forward to it."

I tried to imagine that. I don't have a brother. I can't imagine doing the things we would be doing tonight in front of a brother if I did have one. But I found the concept of them being together at a sex party was really turning me on! How creepy is that?!

I suppose that we really didn't need any more men there tonight. All four of us girls have become quite adept at satisfying other women. And I don't know about anyone else, but I have discovered that there is a lot of voyeur in me. I like watching.

I like watching a lot. And as I said, "I was curious about Cindy and her brother. I wanted to watch the interaction tonight between Cindy and her brother. She says that she hasn't and wouldn't do anything with him. But she did suggest that he be invited. It was enough to make me wonder.

I was just about to head for the floor to run my errands out there when Cal showed up. Maybe it was because this morning was so much different than one of our normal mornings but I had forgotten all about him.

He stopped in the outer office to admire the way that Helen and Cindy were dressed now. He spoke with them for a moment and then came in with his sales report. He seemed pretty excited. I quickly learned that it wasn't because he was about to avail himself of my body in one way or another.

He came around my desk and dropped his report on my blotter. He paused to look me over and exclaim, "I'll never get tired of that sight!"

He stared at my exposed flesh for a moment and then shook himself. He pulled the form closer and exclaimed, "Look at that!"

He turned through the report to the appropriate page and proudly pointed out a massive order from a brand new customer. A school district just south of us had accepted our bid to furnish the three new schools they were building. It looked like we were going to have to put on a second shift! I couldn't wait to tell Doug.

I smiled up at Cal and said, "I suppose you want your usual reward?"

He smiled and politely replied, "If you would be so kind as to bend over your desk I would really appreciate it, Brooke."

I didn't mind at all. I stood up and cleared off the center of my desk. I bent over and spread my legs. Cal flipped the back of my skirt up and stood behind me unfastening his pants.

I could see Helen at her desk watching us. She turned her chair to get comfortable and she told Cindy what was happening. Cindy got up and stood in my doorway. They watched as Cal received his morning reward.

I wasn't all that turned on. It was pleasant but I wasn't going to have an orgasm. I smiled at Helen and Cindy and watched behind them for some sign of unexpected company while I waited patiently for Cal to finish.

As soon as he left I got up, grabbed the papers I needed and rushed to the restroom with warm cum beginning to ooze out of me. I told the girls I was going out on the floor.

I cleaned up and when I was as presentable as it was possible to be in the slutty outfit I was wearing I headed for the workroom floor.

Chapter 20B

I wandered slowly through the first building looking for Doug. I was aware that everyone around me was staring openly now. When this first started they were more discreet about it. Not anymore.

It has only been a week and a half since this all started. But I couldn't help being aware of the change in how I felt about being on display this way. I felt the eyes of the employees staring at my nipples and catching a glimpse of my pussy whenever I took a step. The first time it happened I was so humiliated that I could hardly breathe the entire time I spent on the floor of the plant. Now I was getting turned on!! I was like a happy stripper with my own private audience.

I walked slowly, stopping every twenty or thirty feet as much so that everyone could look at me as to look for Doug. I didn't see him in the first building. I went out the back door and across the short covered pathway between the buildings.

There were a few people sitting in the small break area between the buildings where the smokers take smoke breaks during the day or people come out to get a cold drink and relax for a few minutes.

I smiled and said hello to the three men sitting at one of the picnic tables talking as I passed. One of them said, "Hey, Brooke! We were just talking about you!"

I stopped and turned towards him. The two men with him seemed embarrassed. I got the impression that he was being honest. They probably were just talking about me. Rich, the man who spoke, reminded me of those guys that whistle at girls on the street as they drive by and make suggestive comments. You know they type. Those immature guys that are not quite fully evolved. Men forced to live out their lives with a sophomoric brain that they can never outgrow.

If he thought he was going to embarrass me he was in for a surprise. I was in a very good mood so I accepted his friendly challenge. The friendly smile never left my face. As if I really cared I let him think I was falling into his trap. I asked, "What were you saying, Rich?"

He grinned and replied, "We were talking about how much we like the way you dress now. You sure are sexy. And everyone loves those rings in your nipples. That must have taken a lot of balls."

I chuckled, reached down and slid the hem of my skirt up a couple of inches as if I was checking. Then I looked up and said, "No. As you can clearly see, I have no balls."

The two men with Rich, Ed and Daniel, both sat there with their mouths sagging open. Rich had turned red but he wasn't ready to concede defeat. He wasn't embarrassing me which was undoubtedly his intention. But he was certainly getting a lot more than he bargained for. He may even have thought he was winning this little tug of war.

Come to think of it, maybe he was!

Rich grinned and said, "I can't be certain from here, Brooke. There could be little balls there. Why don't you come over here and let me take a closer look?"

I was still holding my skirt up far enough to expose my pubic area. I continued to hold it there as I walked confidently over to the picnic table and came to a stop in front of him.

He stared at my exposed pussy for a moment before he looked me right in the eyes. We stared at each other, each wondering who would chicken out first as he reached out and pressed his fingers against my exposed pussy.

Ed and Daniel both gasped in shock. Rich wasn't nearly as calm as he tried to sound. But it was my own reaction that I was most aware of. I was enjoying the hell out of this!

I felt one of his fingers slip inside of me. His eyes went to the rings in my nipples. He said, "I've seen pictures of those. Yours are the first I've ever seen in real life."

"Tits?" I asked.

He laughed and replied, "Tits with rings in the nipples. I guess that must have hurt like hell."

"Not as much as the one you're pressing your hand against now. That one was the bear."

"Do they hurt now?"

"A little, but not so much now. It was worth it, though. They make sex even better. Even when I'm not fucking some big strong man they feel kind of sexy. I like them."

Rich was working his middle finger in and out of me very slowly. It felt pretty damned good. But I had things to do. I couldn't stand there all morning and let him play with my pussy. I started to back up slowly and said, "I need to find Doug so that I can check on a couple of orders. It was nice talking to you gentlemen."

He was reluctant to break contact. He extended his arm, keeping his finger inside of me as I slowly moved back. We hadn't quite separated when he said, "Can I ask you a question?"

I had a feeling that I was just about to find out what the three men were really talking about when they spotted me.

I stopped backing away and nodded.

He paused, staring me right in the eyes he asked, "Why is it that only the guys in the shipping department get blowjobs?"

Surprisingly, I wasn't even shocked by the question. I knew that it had to be a topic of conversation around the plant by now. I smiled sweetly and replied, "But Rich! It isn't just them! But I can't have sex with all the guys. There are sixty men working here now! What kind of girl do you think I am, anyway?!"

I reached down and slowly removed his finger from my pussy. I leaned down and still staring him right in the eyes I slowly slid my lips down over his finger and sucked it clean. He groaned and shuddered and I almost laughed out loud when I realized that he had probably just cum in his pants!

I patted him on the cheek and said goodbye to all three of them as I walked away. I wondered how long it would take for word of that to get around the plant.

I finally found Doug talking to a couple of men from maintenance near the center of the second building. Apparently one of the machines needed adjustment or repair. I stood back out of the way and waited for them to finish their conversation.

When he finished with them, Doug came over to see what I wanted. We've always tried to keep it professional when we are on the work floor. We never touch or kiss or behave unprofessionally in any way when we are where anyone can see us.

But for some reason I felt the strongest desire to throw my arms around his neck right then and kiss him passionately. What I just did with Rich may have had something to do with that.

Instead, I stood there with a straight face and asked, "Do you want that blowjob now?"

He laughed and said, "Yes. But maybe we should put if off until this afternoon."

I said, "Whenever you want it. You only have to ask."

Then I asked about the two orders I came back to check on. We went to his desk in the corner of the building and he pulled the orders. One shipped yesterday. The other would ship tomorrow.

I mentioned to him that we really needed to computerize.

He shrugged and rubbed his thumb and finger together to indicate that it would cost money. I smiled and handed him the information on the new order. His eyes grew wide. I said, "It looks like you may have to expand sooner than you thought. Or at least put on a night shift."

He finally said, "I may not need that blowjob now! I'm that close to cumming in my pants!"

I laughed and said, "I want to hold you so bad right now!"

He put his hand behind my head and leaned down and kissed me hard. It was the first time he ever did that where anyone could see us. It turned into a pretty long kiss. When he finally let me go I was a bit breathless. I sighed and said, "When you get a few minutes you need to come to the office so that we can talk with Helen and see how best to handle this, unless you know what you want to do."

He nodded and said, "I'm having a problem with a new machine that no one can seem to calibrate. Once I get that straight I'll have a few minutes."

I started to turn away when Doug asked, "I was just wondering who is going to pass out the paychecks on Friday since you won't be here. The guys in shipping are looking forward to seeing you again."

I blushed and asked, "Did you see that?"

He smiled and said, "Some. Not the trucker. But I heard about it."

"They don't talk to you about me do they?"

"Nathan does. I've been friends with Nathan since high school. He was worried about you when he saw what Delon was doing. He offered to beat the crap out of the little bastard for you. I told him it was okay, for now. He's been keeping me informed. That's how I learned about the incentive system. He was a bit shocked to learn that I was even okay with that."

"You really don't mind?"

He grinned and exclaimed, "Hell! I wish I could set up an incentive program like that with the guys on the floor!"

I laughed and told him about the little incident in the break area a few minutes ago.

He enjoyed hearing about it so much that I thought for a minute he was going to go for the blowjob. But since he was coming to my office in a few minutes I guess it made more sense to wait.

I pressed my belly against his hard cock and said, "Don't take too long."

We smiled at each other. Neither one of us bothered to look around to see if anyone was watching. It wasn't until I was on my way back to my office that I wondered if Nathan would enjoy coming to our little party tonight.

There were half a dozen people sitting in the break area when I passed by. I stopped and spoke to them for a moment. I could see from the expressions on their faces that they have been talking about me. Word must be spreading fast.

I didn't expect anyone to say or do anything. Not with one of the female employees sitting there with them. But after we exchanged greetings it was Tanya that asked, "What's it like?"

I wasn't sure what it was she was asking.

She blushed, but she rephrased her question. "You've changed so much in a week and a half. You're a totally different woman now. You must know that you're all we talk about now. We thought that kid was making you do all those things. But you're different now. And you do those things even when he isn't here. You dress like ... that. Everyone can see you boobs and your ... your pussy. How did you change so much so quickly?"

They were all staring at me. They were all wondering the same thing. They probably didn't really expect an answer. I was pretty surprised when I found myself trying to explain.

I went over and sat down beside her on the bench. I didn't know what to say. I looked around at their faces and finally said, "You're right. Delon was ... is making me do those things. I don't want to go into that. But the funny thing is, even though I hated it at first I quickly realized that he was setting me free. I still hate him and I'm afraid of him. I hate some of the things he makes me do. But Doug and I have both changed a great deal in the last week and a half and we like some of the changes. People who know me pretty well like some of the changes, too.

"I feel free to think things and feel things and enjoy things like never before. I hate that son of a bitch. But I'm grateful to him for the changes in me and Doug, too."

I patted her on the knee and in a conspiratorial voice I whispered, "You aren't going to believe this, but I used to be a bitch!"

They all laughed. One of the guys said, "No! Say it ain't so!"

She smiled but continued to stare at me thoughtfully. Finally she said, "It must be nice. To be able to enjoy sex the way a man does I mean. You don't worry about what people think of you. You can enjoy sex without all the restrictions. That's kind of scary. But I can't help wondering what it would be like."

One of the guys said, "We'd be happy to help you with that."

She laughed and replied, "I never doubted that for a moment, Chuck. But my husband isn't like Doug. He'd have your balls hanging from his rearview mirror if he found out."

Chuck grinned and promised, "I won't tell him if you don't."

She reached up, patted him on the cheek and said, "But Chuck! I think your balls would look great swinging from my husband's mirror!"

She turned back to me and said, "Thanks. Thanks for taking the time to explain. Do you need help with Delon? There are probably sixty men here and more than a few women that would be happy to kick his ass for you."

I smiled and said, "No. Not yet anyway. But now I have a question. I don't care so much what everyone thinks of me now. But it bothers me that because of what I'm doing people will think less of Doug. Is ... do..."

She put her arm around my shoulder and said, "We all love Doug. He's the best boss in the world. There isn't anyone working here that wouldn't do anything for him. And while every man here, except for Jeff of course, would be happy to get in your pants, if you wore any, we all think pretty highly of you, too. You and Doug have always treated all of us with respect. You pay us well and you listen if we have something to say. I wasn't kidding earlier. If you want Delon taken care of you just need to say something."

"Unfortunately, beating him up won't solve my problem. But thanks for offering."

I got up and thanked them for their honesty and for putting up with me. One of the guys said, "Thanks for improving the view."

I laughed and said, "You know, if Delon disappeared tomorrow I'd still dress this way. I'm starting to really enjoy being a slut."

One of the guys choked on a sip of Coke. I said, "Sorry."

I finally made it back to my office, pausing only to let one of the janitors grope me near the restroom. I had a few phone calls to return. One was from Cory. I was curious about that.

I showed Cal's report to Helen and told her that we were going to have to discuss how best to handle the huge order we had to fill. To watch how excited she became you would have thought she owned the company!

I headed into my office with my phone messages but Helen said, "Wait! I forgot to tell you, I'll be there tonight."

I went back to her desk and gave her a big kiss. I said, "I'm so glad. I can't imagine why I thought you were such a bitch all these years!"

She laughed and said, "I was thinking the same thing about you!"

I returned the business calls first. Then I notified the two customers whose orders I just checked on about the status of their orders. Finally I called Cory.

He sounded nervous when he answered and I thought something was wrong. But he just wanted to know if he could bring his older brother and the woman who had given him such a great sex education to the party tonight.

I was curious about his sex teacher, Susan. She's Helen's age. From what Cory has told us about her she sounds interesting and open minded. But I didn't ask about her. I asked instead about his brother.

Cory replied, "His name is Brian. He's eighteen. He's in his first year of college. He came home for the summer hoping to find a summer job so he could help pay for his education but you know how hard it is to find work right now. He's a lot like me."

"In many ways," he added meaningfully.

I was starting to lose track of everyone that would be there tonight. But I knew the girls were still going to outnumber the boys so I told Cory his brother was welcome. And I told him that I was looking forward to meeting Susan, too.

I hung up the phone and made a list of everyone coming tonight. There were going to be nine people. But unlike the gangbangs I experienced at Delon's house, there were going to be more women than men at this party. I hoped it worked out as well that way. I wasn't too worried, though. I didn't know about Susan, but me and the other three women coming tonight were quite capable of pleasing another woman if the guys got worn out.

Most of the rest of the day was almost like a normal pre-Delon day. The janitors didn't even stop in to have sex with anyone! As the day wore down I was getting more excited about the little sex party tonight. But that asshole Delon called just after two o'clock and said, "Change of plans. I'm going to need you this evening. Come over to my house right after work."

FUCK!

I managed to get a hold of Doug on the intercom. I usually don't try since he's never at his desk. I told him about the phone call and asked him if he wanted to go ahead and have the party without me. I explained who was coming and that if I was out late then at least there would be an equal number of men and women. We talked it over and I convince him to go ahead. There was no sense in him sitting around all evening worrying about me.

I told Helen and Cindy that I wouldn't be there but that the party was going on anyway. They were disappointed and they seemed more concerned about what Delon had in mind for me than I was.

I called Cory and asked him if he knew what Delon was planning. He told me that Delon didn't buy his excuse that the parts he took off of my car had been crushed accidently. Delon wasn't speaking to him at the moment because he thinks that Cory has gone over to the enemy.

I apologized for getting him in trouble with his friend but he said that he was getting tired of the new Delon. He didn't care for him much since he started going a little power mad.

I told him that I hoped to get home in time to meet his brother and Susan and we said goodbye.

I tried not to worry about what was going to happen to me tonight but I wasn't very successful. Delon was still pissed at me for grabbing his arm when he was about to slap Helen. And he was cruel enough when he wasn't mad.

I watched Helen change back into her regular clothes at quitting time. She and Cindy went on our walk through with us after everyone left. She wanted to talk to Doug about filling the new order.

They discussed the merits of the various plans. There were increased costs involved no matter which way they decided to go. But before they started hiring and training more people, Doug wanted to know that they would be able to keep them employed.

We were working right up to capacity now. We've already discussed expanding. But it would be cruel to hire twenty or thirty new people and then have to let them go in a few months if our orders began to slip.

I suggested that Cal and Tim needed to take part in this conversation and they agreed. So we switched to talking about the party and agreed to have this discussion again tomorrow with the sales staff.

Helen followed us home. Cindy rode with us because she was going to spend the night. We made a slight detour so that she could pick up a few things at her apartment and then drove home. I wished them luck and kissed Doug.

Doug told me to call him if things got too rough. I said that I would. But I knew that I wouldn't, even if I had the opportunity once things got started. I tried to act brave. They were all worried about me.

Me, too.

I turned and walked slowly across the street to Delon's house. I recognized a couple of the cars parked nearby. I could see that Jarek and Marcus were here. I knew that it wouldn't be much longer before Delon's father got home so I was afraid that we would be going somewhere else. I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I hadn't fared all that well on my previous visits to Delon's house. But the idea of going out somewhere made me nervous, too.

My confusion mounted when Delon let me in and I saw that Darnell was here. The only boys missing were Cory and Otis. But aside from the four boys, Steve and both Bobs were there. And they didn't look like they were planning on going anywhere.

I noticed that the laptop and professional camera that the man that ran the obscene website left here after I sucked off Shaft were set up and ready.

Delon saw my confusion and explained, "My dad called this afternoon to let me know he had to work a double shift. He won't be home until midnight."

Lucky me!

I glanced at the clock. It wasn't quite six. They had me for six hours if they wanted me. There were seven of them, eight if you count Steve twice. I did. He's as bad as or quite possibly even worse than Delon. I still remembered that after everyone else was done for the day Steve could still be counted on to rape me one more time.

Just before six o'clock Delon directed me to stand in the center of the living room. Darnell must be low man on the totem pole. He drew cameraman duty again. He put it on his shoulder and aimed it at me while Delon typed a few short messages on the laptop.

At one minute after six I was ordered to look into the camera and strip. I stared at the camera, unable to stop wondering how many people were logged onto that website to watch me being raped and humiliated again, live and in living color.

It didn't take long. My blouse and the skirt I was wearing were soon lying across the arm of a nearby chair and Darnell was getting a few good close-ups of my naked body.

I was ordered to turn around slowly. The camera has a long cord but I guess they don't want it getting wrapped around me and the furniture.

I turned slowly until I was facing the camera again. Then I stared at the camera lens and waited for the next order. They started out slowly with a series of obscene poses similar to the ones he put me through the first day he came to my house, including that disgusting pose where I bent over and spread my ass and then my pussy for the camera.

I did everything I was told. Compared to what they filmed me doing the last time we did this, undressing and posing like a prostitute was nothing. Well, it wasn't 'nothing.' It was humiliating as hell. But I knew it was going to get much, much worse before they put that camera away.

As if to confirm my thoughts I could hear the men beginning to get undressed as I posed. I held the last pose, bent over with my ass towards the camera and holding myself open so that thousands of people had a clear view of the most private areas of my body until Delon growled, "On your knees, bitch."

I dropped to my knees immediately. As soon as I did he stepped in front of me and pressed the head of his cock against my lips. I opened my mouth with the intention of sucking his cock. But before I could do anything he slammed his cock into my mouth and straight down my throat like a speeding freight train. It went down in one violent motion. He didn't stop until my face was pressed against his hard belly.

The pain was excruciating. But it was the violence that took my breath away. He was always violent when he used me, even more so when he had an audience. But this was taking the violence to a whole new level. He was really scaring me.

He raped my throat that way for several long, painful minutes before he pushed me down on all fours and dropped to his knees behind me. He began to rape my pussy with those same violent strokes. In the few seconds before someone stuffed another cock in my mouth I cried out every time he slammed his cock into me. But of course no one cared. Not even Carol's husband, the man who I once thought of as a friend.

I was distracted by the two cocks slamming into me now. But I could hear the others urging them on. There were constant encouragements from the men watching and waiting their turns to "rape the bitch" and "fuck the shit out of her" and too many other equally romantic and compassionate remarks.

It was as if the very act of gathering together with a helpless victim amplified the perverse desires these depraved bastards all held in abundance on their own. They fed on each other's darkest desires and because they shared those desires, those perverted and cruel fantasies, it must be okay.

It wasn't okay with me. I've been raped a lot over the last week and a half. I've done some horrible things and suffered a lot of pain. But atmosphere in the room now was different. It was scary. They seemed feverish tonight. I was starting to think that they might lose control altogether, even knowing that my husband knew where I was. I was beginning to worry about more than my lost dignity.

I was so distracted by the pain when Delon first drove his cock into my pussy that I never had a chance to see who was now fucking my mouth. I didn't find out until he came that it was Marcus.

Marcus waited for his cock to drain in my mouth for a minute or two before he finally move out of the way. It was right about then that Delon came deep inside of me. I reacted automatically. I spun around the way he trained me and cleaned is cock and balls with my mouth. While I was sucking the slime from his cock I thought about all the cocks waiting to use me. If the others were as brutal as the first two I wasn't certain that I was going to survive this!

Jarek was next. He and Steve stood over me briefly discussing which holes they wanted to use. Steve was anxious to fuck my ass again. Jarek didn't mind fucking my face. After all, they had hours and hours to go. By the time he went home tonight he would probably fuck all my holes.

Jarek got into position and began to rape my mouth and throat just as violently as Delon and Marcus did moments earlier. Steve dropped down behind me. My nervousness increased when he didn't use a lubricant or stretch me out. Instead he slammed his cock into my sopping wet, cum filled pussy a couple of times and then took it out and slammed it into my ass the same way.

Even with Jarek's large cock in my throat they heard me scream in pain. I just knew he must have damaged me. I nearly passed out from my pain. But I wasn't that lucky. I heard them over me, discussing my skills as a cocksucker and the merits of my nice tight ass. It took me a few minutes to realize that they were probably hamming it up for the people watching on the internet.

I didn't adjust to what Steve was doing until just before he came. By then I was finally starting to get numb. But the games had just begun.

They all took a turn and they were all very violent. There must have been some sort of discussion about this earlier. They were all more brutal than usual. This wasn't a gangbang. This was nothing but a violent gang rape. It couldn't just be a coincidence that all these men were so obviously intent on hurting me.

Of course it wasn't over after just one round. The camera came in for a close up as I knelt in the middle of the room and first Delon and then each of the other men pissed in my mouth one right after another. The taste and the even the sound of their hot urine splashing in my mouth were sickening. It just went on and on. I could actually feel my belly swelling as I filled up with that vile liquid.

I begged them to stop long before the last of them finished. I was nearly hysterical. But I suppose that was just the effect that they were going for.

When the seventh man finished I didn't even wait for permission. I scrambled to my feet and ran to the bathroom. My stomach was about to revolt and I couldn't control it. I slammed the door and knelt in front of the toilet. Just before that vile mess came back up I noticed that my stomach was bulging. I had the appearance of a woman who was four months pregnant!

That was all I had time to take in before my stomach exploded. It all came back up. There must have been nearly a gallon of it. I was glad then that I didn't have time to eat dinner before I came over.

I washed up and rinsed my mouth out before returning to the living room. They were sitting around relaxing, drinking beer, laughing and joking, mostly at my expense. But I didn't get even a moment to rest. As soon as I entered the room it started again. The same men in the same order, but this time they abused a different orifice.

I think I cried the entire time. I was still very sore from the last round. The numbness I had been fortunate enough to achieve towards the end had worn off. Every part of me hurt. It was even worse the second time. They were just as brutal and they lasted a lot longer.

My little trick of letting time go when things got rough didn't seem to be working. This time every second lasted an hour. They didn't just pound their cocks into me. They slapped me and pinched me and pulled my hair, all for no reason. I was doing everything they ordered me to do.

I can only guess that the point of this was to make this as realistic and as violent as they could for the rape fans on the website. Not that my rapists were putting themselves out for their art. They were enjoying it and they made that clear to me and the thousands of perverts watching.

I cleaned the last of the seven cocks after the second round. Marcus and Steve lifted me to my feet and moved me out of the way. They had to hold me up. I couldn't stand on my own.

My vision started to clear. Everyone was standing around watching expectantly. No. Not everyone. I noticed that Delon and Bob Chase weren't in the room.

As if he noticed that I was finally aware of my surroundings, Steve turned my head so that our eyes met. He smiled and said, "I brought you a present, Brooke. I made it just for you, just for tonight, tonight and many more nights to come. You can thank me later."

I think that I've already thanked him enough. But no one was consulting me.

It was right about then that Delon and Bob returned to the room carrying a low, wide, padded bench between them. There was no way I could have. But I knew what it was for as soon as I saw it. The tears started again. This was what I feared the most.

I was lifted and placed on the bench on my back. My arms and legs were strapped to the legs of the heavy bench. Another strap went around my midsection and a last one went around my neck. I suppose that one was for esthetic reasons. It didn't seem to serve a purpose. I wasn't going anywhere.

The bench was very sturdy. It didn't move at all as they threw me down and strapped me down quickly. The men stood around staring at me for a moment or two, enjoying my helplessness I guess.

I wasn't as excited about it as they seemed to be.

Delon suggested to everyone that it might be prudent if they all took their seats again, just in case.

My head hung down over the end of the bench. I saw Delon go into the kitchen and I moaned in terror. He was going to get that monstrous beast in the backyard.

I heard the animal's paws scrambling for purchase on the linoleum floor in the kitchen as he struggled against the leash to get at me. His sensitive nose must have detected me or at least the smell of sex that filled the room as soon as Delon let him in. I doubt if he has forgotten me and how much pleasure I brought him. After all, I was his first bitch.

His paws tore at the carpet in his struggle to get to me. He didn't stop until he reached my face. He began lapping my face, probably detecting traces of cum there.

I struggled to keep my mouth shut. He seemed to be trying to give me a big, wet French kiss. But Delon growled, "Open your mouth, bitch!"

I slowly let my lips part and he drove his huge, drooling tongue deep into my mouth. It was just as horrible as a few days ago when I was forced to suck his cock. He was frantic. His loud whines filled the air. I could hear his paws on the floor as he danced around excitedly, getting more turned on by the second.

I was surprised when Delon pulled him up over me and suddenly he was thrusting his hard cock at my lips. He was already spraying that fine mist of lubricant when I took the tip of his cock into my mouth almost in self defense.

I wasn't expecting this. When I saw the bench I assumed that this time the beast would get to fuck me. I still think that I preferred doing it this way for no real good reason I can explain.

Unfortunately, this was just foreplay. The dog humped my mouth violently for only a minute before Delon pulled him away. The dog growled and whined and fought with all of his might to stay right where he was but Delon finally won out.

It was then I knew that my fears were justified. Delon guided his Rottweiler around the bench. As soon as he saw my cum soaked pussy he dove for it. He lapped at me like crazy. He was so carried away that I was afraid that he was going to tear my piercing out with his tongue. It was extremely painful.

Delon finally dropped the leash and let the dog do what it wanted. He lapped at my pussy for a very long time. I thought about the story Carol told me. She loved it when the dog licked her pussy when she was babysitting. I couldn't even imagine that.

I didn't do a lot of thinking, though. I closed my eyes but Delon immediately ordered me to open them and look into the camera. It didn't really matter. I couldn't see for the tears. I guess it's the thought that counts.

The dog suddenly lurched and landed on top of me. I cried out, fearful at first that he was going for my throat. But he landed on top of me, knocking the wind right out of me. I lay under him gasping for breath. But the lack of oxygen wasn't my primary concern. I felt that large cock being rammed against my tender flesh as he blindly sought the entrance to my body.

It was painful. But it became a lot worse when he finally found the entrance to my vagina and drove eight or nine inches of hard, fat, dog cock inside of me like a pile driver. As soon as he felt my pussy close around his cock he started slamming it into me at an incredible speed. I felt the knot growing at the base of his cock. It felt like a fist pounding my pussy so rapidly it was difficult to separate the quick jabs.

The violent fuck didn't last for long. He gave up trying to bury his knot inside of me and held it pressed against my pubic mound. That was when I felt something I've never felt before. My pussy began to fill up with a steady stream of dog cum. It was the first time I've ever felt cum inside of me. It felt hot! It felt like he was pissing! It went on and on and on until I knew that I would lose my mind.

Throughout most of that horrible, perverse rape the only sound in the room was me, crying loudly and grunting in pain. Towards the end the men began to make filthy comments and plan more degrading acts with which to amuse themselves at my expense. I heard some of it but it didn't really sink in. I heard the words but not much of the meaning got through the horror of a dog filling my vagina and my uterus with dog cum.

I can't even guess how long it lasted. I'm pretty certain that he lasted longer than any of the men did. And it was all orgasm. He came inside of me for at least fifteen minutes. I felt it running out of me after a while. It ran down between my thighs and into the crack of my ass.

No matter how much it seems like it, nothing lasts forever. He finally scrambled off of me, scratching the hell out of my shoulder in the process. Delon snatched up the leash and led him back outside. The men gather around to take a close look at the mess between my legs. My pussy was still gaping open. I could feel it. I could feel the cool air in my opening and the nasty mess beginning to flow out of me.

Delon came back into the room and crammed a paper towel up inside of me to keep the dog's cum from escaping. They unstrapped me and pulled me to my knees at the end of the bench.

As I knelt there at the end of the bench, a broken woman now, I thought of the women I saw in those pictures. I must look just like them. I imagine that the perverts watching this show must be very pleased.

Steve leaned over me and asked, "Did you like the present I made for you? Wait until you see the special one I made for Friday! This bench is only good for dogs. We needed a special one for pigs."

I heard the words. I even knew what he was saying. But at the time I think I was too dazed to react. Steve seemed pretty disappointed.

Delon handed me a roll of paper towels and ordered me to clean the bench and make sure nothing got on the carpet.

The camera was still broadcasting every humiliating act. I was forced to clean up after my own fucking rape!

They were done with me then. They still kept the camera going. They recorded me as I put my clothes back on. Delon dismissed me with a wave of his hand and they recorded me as I left the house without another word.

I hobbled across the street, almost unable to stand. I intended to stop when I got to my front porch. I thought that if I sat and took a little time to recover there would be a lot less drama when I went inside.

It didn't work out that way. The drapes were closed in the front room but someone must have been watching. I was just lowering myself to sit on the steps when the door opened. I didn't even turn around to look. I just groaned in dismay. I didn't want to go through this right now.

Cindy and Cory came out. They didn't speak. They carefully helped me up and almost carried me into the house. They lowered me into my chair and Doug came in from the kitchen with a strong drink. I flashed him a weak smile and thanked him in my raspy voice before taking a big gulp of the drink.

I just managed to set the rest of the drink down on the end table before I lost control. I covered my face and began to sob hysterically. I felt arms around me, more than one set. In between sobs I managed to whimper, "I'm sorry. I didn't want you to see me like this."

I managed to say it several times before someone tried to kiss me. I gasped and pushed them away. I reached for a handful of tissue and wiped my face, finally getting a tentative hold on my emotions.

Doug had his arms around my shoulders. Cindy was kneeling beside me with her arms around my waist. Cory was standing in front of me looking more distraught than me! I almost laughed when I saw how worried he was.

I gently pried everyone away and said, "Please. Don't touch me. Not yet. I'm ... I'm gross."

I picked up my glass and gulped down more of the soothing alcohol. Without being asked Doug went into the kitchen and made me another.

When he returned with the drink I smiled wryly and thanked him. I finished off the first one and put the glass down. I finally felt myself calming down. I sighed and forced myself to relax as much as possible.

No one asked me what happened and I appreciated that more than I could say. After a long silence I said, "Okay, everyone. Relax. Calm down. I'm okay."

But even as I said it I thought about Friday when Delon was taking me to a farm. I was fairly certain now that I wouldn't survive that.

I took a few more sips of my drink. Everyone was standing around staring down at me in silence. I felt like I was at my own funeral!

I asked everyone to please get comfortable and tell me about the party.

Before anyone could say a word there was a quiet knock on the door. Doug went to answer it and came back with Carol. She looked like she had been crying and she looked very worried.

She sounded strange. She was speaking quietly and calmly but there was an undertone to her voice that I couldn't decipher. She asked me if I was alright and I assured her that I was.

Then, out of nowhere she quietly asked, "He was there, wasn't he? He was there last Saturday and he was there tonight. My husband has been raping you, hasn't he?"

She caught me at a weak moment. I didn't admit it. But I wasn't quick enough to deny it instantly. That was all the answer she needed. She sighed and said, "I know you're trying to protect me. Under the circumstances that's pretty nice of you. I'm sorry, Brooke. I'm sorry he was a part of that.

"I don't want to add to your troubles. But can I stay at your place tonight? I can't look at him right now. I can't stand the idea of being with a man who would rape a woman, especially a good friend."

It took me a moment to collect my thoughts. I said, "Are you sure? Have you thought through this? He went along but he wasn't an instigator. I was disappointed in him. But you love him and I would hate to be the reason you two split up."

She nodded and said, "I can't abide the idea that my husband is a rapist. I'd be upset to learn he was fucking you or any other woman behind my back. I know. That may not be fair in light of all the fun I've been having here with you guys. But he could have been a part of the fun we were having. Instead he was across the street raping my best friend. He was enjoying your suffering and adding to it. I don't think I can forgive that. I don't want to forgive that. Jesus! I'm married to a fucking rapist!"

She seemed more upset about it than me!

I smiled and told her that she was welcome to stay with us as long as she needed to. Then I turned the conversation back to the party. I didn't want to talk about me. Maybe later I could. They all wanted to know what was done to leave me in the condition I was in now. But I wasn't ready to talk about that.

After a short silence during which Doug got up and got another drink for Carol they started to tell me about the little orgy I missed out on. On the plus side, Susan, Barry, and Brian had meshed quite well with our growing little group of happy perverts. Of course, the word pervert has become relative. It means something different at Delon's house than it does in our home.

The new people had been a little shy at first, especially Cory's brother Brian.

Susan was quickly made to feel at ease and was very popular. When I told Carol earlier that she would love Cindy I was right. The two of them quickly became very good friends.

I was disappointed that I wasn't here to keep an eye on the interaction between Cindy and her brother Barry. But from the sounds of it everyone wanted to get together again soon. Hopefully I would survive what Delon has planned for me on Friday and be able to attend the next party.

Although there were enough women to go around, my friends were a little distracted by my forced absence. They were worried about me. As the evening grew late and the others began to leave for their own homes, Doug, Cory and Cindy took turns watching for me. Carol was the last to leave and she was watching for me, too. That was how she spotted her husband leaving Delon's house just before midnight.

I was starting to feel a lot better. Not well, but I was thinking more clearly now. I finished my second drink and with the kind assistance of both Cindy and Carol I went up and took a shower. They were both very helpful. They undressed me and inspected my bruised and battered body for damage.

I was very embarrassed when Cindy had to spend several minutes extracting that sopping wet paper towel from my red, swollen, very tender vagina. They joined me in the shower and bathed me very carefully.

While they were drying me off I said to Carol, "I've got a couple of movies you might enjoy now that you know about your husband."

She didn't say anything at first. But finally she asked, "Why were you protecting him? He hurt you!"

I hugged her gently and said, "I wasn't trying to protect him. I didn't want you to be hurt. You love him."

"I thought I did! Apparently I don't even know him!"

It was after two o'clock in the morning when they helped me into bed. I didn't think I'd be able to sleep after all the trauma I experienced tonight and the terror I felt about what was going to happen to me at that farm on Friday. I was wrong. I was unconscious before they turned the lights out!

Chapter 20C

Doug tried to sneak out without waking me in the morning. I heard him in the shower and got up. I had no intention of staying home alone with Delon across the street. I was still pretty groggy. I felt as if I'd been drugged. I guess five hours sleep isn't enough time to recover from six hours of violent rape.

I got up and went down to start the coffee. Cory was sleeping on the sofa so I tried to be quiet. I went into the living room and smiled down at him. He looked so sweet and innocent for such a mature young adult. There was a child-like quality about him that was touching. It pleased me that he wasn't in with Delon and his group of young thugs now.

I went back upstairs and took a shower while Doug was getting ready for work. He tried to convince me to stay home or even to go to a hotel for the day and relax. I insisted that I was fine and I found that although parts of me were still very tender I was feeling better once I started moving around.

I got ready for work and we went downstairs. Cindy was down in the kitchen. She looked a little sleepy but it's a good look for her. She looked cute. We talked quietly and sipped coffee while waiting for Carol to take a shower and get dressed.

Cindy grinned and nodded towards the living room. Cory was getting up. He slept in his jockey shorts and when he realized that everyone was looking at him he became very self conscious. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud.

He went to the bathroom. When he came back he started to get dressed. I said, "Cory. You can stay if you want. You look like those horny broads wore you out last night. Why don't you go upstairs and get in our bed? Get a few more hours sleep. We may want to use you later."

He grinned and ignored me until he was about half dressed. Then he stopped and said, "If you really don't mind I think I'll do that. Your nymphomaniac friends nearly killed me last night."

Cindy laughed and said, "We certainly tried!"

I didn't feel sorry for him at all. I said, "Go to bed. I'll wake you up in a day or two."

He smiled and said, "Thanks."

He picked up his clothes and headed upstairs, still half asleep.

He must have passed Carol on the stairs. She came in and poured a cup of coffee. I waited for her to sit down and asked, "What are you going to do today? Are you going to move your things in here or throw the bum out?"

She shrugged and said, "I haven't decided."

I said, "You're welcome to stay here as long as you like. You will, of course, be subjected to sexual abuse pretty much constantly. But I've noticed that you don't seem to mind that."

She smiled and replied, "The funny thing is that when it comes to rapists I much prefer you and Doug to Bob."

"Does he have any idea what you were doing here the last few evenings?"

She grinned and said, "Not a clue. He thinks I spent the night talking to you about 'girl stuff' I guess. I know I should be torn up over this. But I realized something this morning. It came as a shock to me. But I don't really love Bob. I'm just used to him. It may be my fault that we've grown apart. I've been as big a bitch as you were. But the truth is that for whatever reason we have grown apart. Or maybe I've outgrown him.

"If you don't mind I would like to stay here for a day or two until I can figure out what I'm going to do. I don't even know if I want the house. It's a big house to live alone in."

Cindy said, "I could rent a room from you."

She was kidding when she said it. But after she spoke they looked at each other thoughtfully for several long moments. That could get interesting!

Before we went to work I hunted up two more spare keys to the house. I gave one to Carol and left one with a note for Cory telling him that he was welcome to use it anytime.

Doug, Cindy and I went to work. I kissed Doug before he went off for the plant. Cindy and I went to our office.

Helen was already at work. She looked worried but I assured her that I was fine. I sounded more confident than I was. In the back of my mind I was wondering if I could survive the farm tomorrow. I couldn't get it completely out of my mind. I knew that compared to what happened last night the farm was going to be ... I couldn't even quantify how much worse it would be. They had as much as told me that I would be servicing dogs and a pig. A pig! I couldn't even imagine!

I would be surprised if I didn't have to have sex in some form or another with a horse. I knew that turned Delon on. It won't just be animals, of course. God only knows how many men will be there to rape me. And it will all be shown live on the internet!

That's a hard thing to avoid thinking about.

I had a cup of coffee and spoke with Helen about the party. I asked her how her husband handled her being out alone for the evening.

Not well, it seems. He has a bad case of that old time religion. A lot of his attitudes, especially as they pertain to women and wives, are right out of the nineteenth century. Up until last night, Helen has put up with it. But she decided last night that she wasn't going to be a second class citizen any longer. She informed me that she was looking forward to more parties like last night and she hopes I'll be at the next one.

I gave her a big hug and said, "I hope so, too. I was disappointed that I didn't get to see you in action."

Cal came in with his sales report and a problem. He pointed out that he and Tim weren't sure what to do since we were already exceeding our manufacturing capacity. I told him that we were going to have a meeting with Doug and Helen to decide that very question. I asked him if he thought that we could sustain the increased numbers if we expanded.

He didn't even equivocate. "Yes! As you know our main customer base is school districts. As a result of the money that is starting to flow into infrastructure a lot of them have money to upgrade their facilities. It's a very good time to be doing what Tim and I do for a living. We just about have to fight them off with sticks."

I gave him a blowjob and sent him back to his office until Doug could get free for the meeting. At nine o'clock I got up and went out to run an errand that I couldn't put off any longer. I stopped on the way out and told Helen that I hoped to be back in about an hour.

I got in Doug's car and drove to the home of the woman I ran into almost two weeks ago. I parked out front and sat there for a few minutes to gather my courage. This could end very badly for me. But I had to do it. There seemed to be no way to make this right anonymously. It would have to be this way.

I went to her door and rang the bell. I don't know what I was expecting. A crippled woman in a wheelchair or on a walker, bandaged up like a mummy. She came to the door and I was relieved to see that the only sign of her injuries that was visible was a sling for her left arm.

I was a bit surprised when I saw her. She looked nothing like the picture in the paper the Sunday after the accident. She was in her mid thirties and reasonably attractive. She was smiling when she opened the door but she could see that I was nervous and stressed out and her smile quickly faded.

I took a deep breath and said, "Mrs. Scott, my name is Brooke. We need to talk ... about your ... accident."

She looked at me for a moment. I could see that she didn't recognize me. I was terrified because this could end with me in a cell. I almost turned and ran. But I knew that I had to do this. The guilt has been preying on me more and more. I couldn't take it any longer.

She let me in and led me to her kitchen. She offered me a drink. I settled for ice water. We sat at the kitchen table. She asked, "Are you from the police ... or the insurance company?"

"No ma'am. I was driving the car that night."

She sat quietly while I told her everything. I do mean everything. I told her that my husband tried to make me pull over and that he tried to get out and help her after the accident but I panicked and sped off. I told her why I wanted so badly to avoid going to prison. I even told her what Delon was doing to me.

I ended by explaining that Doug and I had tried to find some way to make it up to her anonymously and could not. So I had come to try to make restitution. I wanted to pay her medical bills, lost wages, and whatever she felt was reasonable for pain and suffering. I made it clear that if possible I desperately wanted to avoid going to prison. But that was up to her.

She sat staring at me for an eternity before she quietly said, "You should have hit the damned dog. He was my husband's. I never could stand the little bastard ... either one of them."

I wasn't sure I understood what she meant.

She smiled and said, "He took off over a year ago. He left me with nothing but debts and his stupid dog."

I almost smiled at the way she said it.

She sat back in her chair and said, "It sounds like you've had a worse time of it than I have. I appreciate how hard it was for you to come here like this. I have a phobia, too. I am terrified of spiders. I don't mean 'Eek, a spider!' I mean if I see a spider within fifty feet of me I cannot breathe. I can understand how you must have felt about being locked in a cell. And you seem like a nice person. You're certainly being punished a lot more harshly than you deserve."

She was being so nice about it all that I felt even guiltier for hurting her!

She said, "I appreciate your offer. I do need some help with the hospital bills. They are not very nice people. I don't even have the cast off my leg and they are dunning me for money."

I didn't even notice that she was limping!

She smiled and said, "I wasn't actually hurt that bad. The newspaper made it sound much worse than it was. But I've been out of work for months. I don't have health insurance. I tried to place a claim against my homeowner's insurance but they turned me down. And as I mentioned, my husband split. I'm only sorry he didn't take his expletive deleted dog with him."

I smiled for the first time and said, "I'll take care of all of that. Just tell me how much you need. And tell me what you want for your pain and suffering. I feel so bad for what I've done to you. But I swear. I've changed since that night. I really have. You can ask anyone that knows me."

She reached out and patted my hand. She said, "Calm down, sweetie. I'm not going to send you off to prison."

I was so relieved that she was taking this so well and was so nice about it that I started crying quietly. She handed me a box of tissue and said, "You really are having a hard time of it, aren't you? I wish there was some way I could help you with that kid that's making your life so hard. Unfortunately it isn't like I can call the police and tell them to forget about it. I think they've already given up on finding you. But if someone like your neighbor called them and turned you in they'd come and get you and there wouldn't be anything I could do about it. It isn't like they need me to press charges."

I nodded and said, "I know. I don't know what I'm going to do about Delon. But I didn't come here for that. I needed to make it right with you. My conscience is killing me. I have to do this."

I smiled and said, "And now that I've met you and seen how nice you are I want to do this."

We talked for a while longer. She asked for a more than reasonable amount for pain and suffering and nothing for lost wages since she was already out of work. Her medical bills were much less than I anticipated. She would still require a few more visits to her doctor but her bills to date were under twenty thousand dollars.

She asked for five thousand for pain and suffering but did so apologetically explaining that she was pretty desperate for money since her business partner took off with all their equipment and every cent they had in their business account leaving her with more bills she couldn't pay.

That was all she wanted! Twenty-five thousand for what I did to her! I expected to write her a check for several hundred thousand and still have a fifty-fifty chance of going to jail.

I took out my checkbook and wrote her a check for fifty thousand. She tried to give it back but I insisted that she take it. Now she was crying. She wiped her eyes and said, "Damn! I'm glad you ran into me!"

I laughed at her ability to make light of what I did to her. We talked for a while longer. I asked her what kind of business she was in. She and her business partner repaired and restored antique leather furniture. She took me around her house and showed me some examples of her work.

By the time we returned to the kitchen we were on a first name basis. I exclaimed, "Janet! I need you!"

She looked at me funny and said, "I thought you said you were married."

I grinned and said, "Yes. But I have some weird friends. But that isn't what I need you for. My husband and I own a furniture factory. We have been looking for a local source of quality leather office chairs. That's only a small part of our business but our inability to meet the demand has been a big problem for us. Could you build a quality leather office chair from scratch?"

She shrugged and said, "With the help of a friend of mine who is a magician when it comes to working with wood we could have made works of art. But I lost all my equipment and I lost the lease on my shop."

I didn't think that was an insurmountable problem. I asked, "Would you like to go for a ride? I want you to meet my husband."

She was starting to tear up again. She wiped her eyes and asked, "Really?"

I nodded.

She smiled and said, "I wish you'd run into me a long time ago! What took you so long?!"

I shrugged and replied, "I didn't realize how much fun it would be."

We both smiled at the stupid jokes. We grabbed our purses and I drove her back to the plant. After I parked and we got out of the car she asked, "Do I get to dress like you if I go to work here?"

I laughed and said, "I don't have a choice. Delon bought these clothes for me and makes me wear them. I hated it at first. But you know, I kind of like it now. I'm turning into something of a slut. The funny thing is, no one, not my husband, not my friends, no one thinks that's a bad thing. Except for the time I spend with Delon I'm having a ball. So yes, if you would like you can certainly dress like me. You definitely have the body for it. I'll take you shopping at Sweet Nothings and we can both get a sexy new wardrobe. My treat."

She shook her head and said, "I can afford a couple of new dresses now. I've always wondered about that store. I never had the nerve to go. Their ads in the paper always catch my eye."

I took Janet inside. I introduced her to Cindy and Helen but I didn't explain who she was. I dropped my purse off in my office. After making sure that her leg wasn't bothering her I took her for a tour of the plant.

By the time we reached the far end she was impressed but said, "I don't think I could work in a place like this. No offense. But I'm used to my quiet shop. I couldn't handle working in a place like this."

I nodded and said, "I agree. I couldn't either. I don't know how they do it. Follow me."

We went through the shipping department. I smiled at Nathan and waved at some of the guys. We went out onto the loading dock and I pointed out the forty acres behind our plant. I told her that we were at the point of having to expand to meet the demand that has been steadily increasing. I didn't see why we couldn't build her a shop out there somewhere. It would be convenient for us to have her working nearby and for her since we were only fifteen minutes from her house.

But first she needed to meet and talk this over with Doug.

We went back inside. She was amused by the way everyone stared at me in my slut clothes. She asked, "Isn't it embarrassing?"

I shrugged and said, "I told you. It was at first. But now it's kind of exciting. I don't know if it's the clothes or the looks or the rings. But I'm horny almost all the time now. I like it!

"Before I ran you over I was a cold bitch. I had my good points, I suppose. But there's no denying I was a bitch. Several of my close friends have commented on how much nicer I am now. And my poor husband, he didn't get laid this much on our honeymoon!

"I wasn't kidding earlier. I really am turning into a slut. Since I ran you down I've had sex with eight of the men that work here. Do you know what that means?"

I grinned and told her, "That means I still have about fifty-two to go!"

She laughed and asked, "What does your husband think about that?"

"He's enjoying it so far. I don't think he knows that I'm considering working my way through his workforce."

She shook her head and said, "I think I like you. You are one strange broad. But I like the way you think."

I finally found Doug and after introducing him to Janet I asked him when he was planning to have the meeting about the expansion plans.

He took me in his arms and asked, "Are you up for this? Are you doing okay?"

I smiled and said, "I'm fine."

He gave me a squeeze and stepped back. He turned to Janet and said, "Sorry. I know that wasn't very professional. I've been worried about her lately."

She said, "Aren't you sweet! You must be just about as nice as she claims you are."

He still didn't know that she was the woman I hit with my car. He smiled and said, "Not really. But I've got her snowed."

He glanced at his watch and said, "I'm caught up now. As soon as your friend leaves we can have our meeting."

I shook my head and said, "She isn't leaving. You're going to want to talk to her."

He was curious now. He said, "Let's go to your office so we can hear ourselves think."

We went through the doors that separated the offices from the plant. The sudden quiet was very pleasant. I stopped and leaned into the office where Cal and Tim work and asked them to join us in my office in ten minutes for a little discussion. I gave Cal a heads up a little earlier so he knew what it was about.

On the way through the front office I told Helen that Cal and Tim would be joining us in about ten minutes and she should be ready with the figures.

She nodded.

Then the three of us entered my small office and I closed the door. As soon as the door was closed I explained who Janet was.

Doug didn't know what to say. I told him all about my visit to her house and our agreement. I also told him what beautiful work she does restoring old leather furniture and what I had in mind.

He was instantly intrigued. In order to offer a full range of merchandise we have had to subcontract out a line of leather furniture for offices. Because we have so little control over the subcontractors we constantly have to deal with problems in quality control and with shipping delays.

The idea of having our own shop, making our own furniture and being able to maintain our high standards was just about giving him a hard on.

He invited Janet to stay for our meeting. A moment later we were joined by Helen and our small sales staff.

Cal and Tim came prepared. They emphasized the need for expansion and as much as guaranteed that the expanded plant and extra workers would be kept busy for the foreseeable future.

Helen wasn't so certain about the idea of financing the necessary construction and the cost of the new machinery. I suggested that if we couldn't find reasonable financing we use the money from my parent's estate. It could be an investment or an interest free loan or whatever worked best for the company.

There was a lot to look into and a lot of decisions yet to make. But by the time we ended our meeting it looked like we were going to do it. We were all pretty excited about it. Even Doug was convinced! And he has been so reluctant to expand because of all the uncertainty.

Cal and Tim went back to their office. Helen went out into her office. I was just about to drive Janet home when Helen turned and said, "You have company."

I looked up to see Cory and Otis coming in, each carrying a large, heavy box. They put the boxes down by my desk. Cory said, "Sorry to interrupt. We brought you a present. I think you'll both want to see this."

They sounded pretty excited.

I looked inside the boxes. One was full of DVDs. The other contained a computer and another big stash of DVDs.

No one spoke for a moment. Janet could see that Cory didn't want to say anything in front of her. She smiled and said, "I'll wait out front."

As soon as she closed the door behind her, Cory said, "I was talking to Otis a little while ago and we were both feeling pretty bad about Delon and the way he's treating you. While we were talking I was sitting in your living room. I saw him take off with Marcus and Jarek. I thought that I might just go see if I could find the disk he's blackmailing you with while he was out.

"It was easy to get in. He keeps his garage door opener in his old truck. Those things are so easy to get into.

"Otis came over and together we went through his stuff. We found all those DVDs and I was checking his computer to see if he had anything incriminating there.

"What I found is your way out of this. Delon has all that shit he put on your computer. But he has twice as much hard corps kiddy porn. He got a lot of it from that guy with the website. He got a lot of it in his email and even more in DVDs the guy gave him. I mean he has a ton of that shit! We got him!

"We took it all. And before I disconnected his computer I printed off about fifty emails he's exchanged with that dude. I brought the laptop, too. I imagine that a computer nerd could make something of what's on there. You can put Delon and the website guy in jail for years."

I threw myself at Cory and hugged him with all my might. I exclaimed, "I love you!"

I let him go and did the same thing to Otis. And I did. I loved them both.

Otis finally worked his way out of my grip. He was so embarrassed I almost laughed. I wondered out loud if it would be possible to get that site taken down with what they found for leverage.

Doug suggested, "As soon as Delon calls the guy and tells him what happened I'll be very surprised if that site doesn't disappear along with the guy that's running it. The pictures he's already posted will be out there forever. But the site will be gone and that has to be a plus."

Cory said, "You need to keep this shit here. Delon is going to be pissed and he has a key to your house. He's gonna want this shit back."

Doug smiled and said, "I know just where to put it."

Cindy peeked in at that moment. I think she wanted to tell me or Doug that we had a phone call. I held up a finger to let her know we needed a minute. She nodded but kept watching. She could probably feel the excitement in the room and was curious.

Doug held out his hand to Cory and said, "I owe you big time, Cory. If you ever want or need anything I want you to come to me first."

He smiled and said, "I'm going to need a job one of these days. I can't afford to go to college. But the important thing is that you keep inviting me to your parties."

Doug said, "I'll be happy to put you through college. That goes for you, too, Otis. I owe you that and more. And Cory, it wouldn't be a party without you."

Cory's jaw dropped. But then he said, "You don't have to do that. I just wanted to help. We both felt guilty for what we did. That's what happens when someone like Delon talks you into thinking with your dick. We both felt bad about hurting you, Brooke."

Before I could respond Doug said, "We appreciate that. I don't know you, Otis. But I have gotten to know you pretty well, Cory. You're a good kid. I want to put you through college. And then, if you would like, I want you to come to work here. We're going to be expanding over the next year. Pretty soon we'll need some people with some brains to get us straightened out. Consider it done. You pick the school."

The boys each got another hug before they left. Then I was all over Doug. I couldn't stop crying. I have been so terrified about tomorrow. I wasn't certain that I was going to survive. That was one of the reasons I went to see Janet today. That worked out pretty well, too!

Doug left and came back in a few minutes with a large, wooden shipping crate. He put the computers and DVDs in the crate and sealed it. He attached a shipping label with a phony name and address on it and wheeled it off to place it by his desk.

I went out and apologized to Janet for keeping her waiting. We went out to the car so that I could drive her home. I was trying to act calm but I was so excited I wanted to bite the steering wheel!

She kept looking at me. She seemed amused. Finally she said, "You're dying to say something aren't you?"

I exploded, "YES!!!"

She laughed at my response. I told her who Cory and Otis were and what they brought me for a present.

She smiled and said, "Karma."

It made me think. Of course it was a coincidence. But it happened right after I went to see Janet and with Doug's help turned her life around. Strictly speaking it wouldn't be karma. It was something I did an hour ago and not something I did in a past life. But still, it was a hell of a coincidence.

I drove her home and we promised to keep in touch and keep her up to date on the expansion. I insisted that she let me know if she needed anything and thanked her for being so nice after what I did to her.

She laughed and said, "I think I came out ahead on the deal. If only you could do something about that damned dog!"

She was just about to go inside when she hesitated and said, "Parties?"

I didn't know what she was referring to at first. But then I remembered that Cindy was holding my office door open and Janet must have heard Cory's reference to parties.

I blushed and said, "It's a long story. But now that I think about it, if you're interested in that shopping trip to Sweet Nothings you might be interested in our parties, too. How would you like to go out to dinner tonight? I feel like celebrating and I'd be happy to tell you more over a glass of wine. I don't drink much anymore. But some subjects require lubrication."

She laughed and said, "As long as you aren't driving I'd be happy to go."

I returned to my office and invited Cindy to our celebration dinner. I let Helen know she was welcome, too. But she didn't think she could get away from her Holy Roller two nights in a row.

I called Carol at work to let her know and asked how she was doing. She sounded fine and said she was happy now that she'd made up her mind what to do.

I told Cindy that her brother was welcome to join us and while she got in touch with him I called Cory to invite him and his brother. At the last minute I suggested he bring Susan if he came. I was still interested in meeting her.

He said he'd check with her and asked about Otis. I didn't really know Otis very well. I only met him at the gangbangs. He was always pretty quiet but he seemed nice enough. I guess I didn't mind. I said okay but asked him to let me know who was coming and I'd try to get reservations somewhere.

He called me back a few minutes later and said that all four of them would be there. I checked with Cindy. Her brother would be there.

I originally intended to invite only those people who already knew that the root of my problems was that I hit Janet with my car while drunk a couple of weeks ago. But this was good, too. Now I had to find a place that has good food and could give me reservation for ten people ... ten strange people.

I thought about it for a while before I decided to call the steakhouse where we met the owner of Sweet Nothings in the parking lot. We were offered a private meeting room and I accepted. That was much better than shoving a bunch of tables together in the middle of a restaurant and not being able to talk freely.

I contacted everyone again and let them know the arrangements. The only person left in the dark was Doug. I went out onto the floor to see if I could find him. He wasn't in the first building. I waved at a few people in the break area as I passed between the buildings.

They greeted me and a few of them invited me to join them. I said, "Maybe on the way back. I need to find Doug."

One of them said, "He was on the phone at his desk a few minutes ago."

I thanked him and went through the second building. Doug was still on the phone. He smiled when he saw me. I waved and stood waiting until he got off the phone. When he finished his conversation I told him about the little celebration I set up for tonight. He waited until I finished telling him what I planned and pulled me close. He said, "I love you."

I went up on my toes and kissed him. I said, "I adore you. Thanks for sticking with me through this."

He smiled and replied, "Hell! I came out ahead! You're going to keep dressing that way, right?"

I hugged him and said, "Honey. For you I'll come to work naked. Just ask."

He laughed and said, "Let's hold off on that for a while. I like what you're wearing just fine."

I made my way slowly back towards my office. I felt the eyes of everyone watching me saunter slowly past. I knew they could see my tits through my sheer blouse and if my crotch wasn't exposed it didn't miss it by much. The only thing I felt was a very pleasant tingling sensation all over my body. I had half a mind to turn back and suck Doug's cock right there at his desk!

I noticed something else, though. I was more relaxed than I've been on any Thursday in years. The weekly report that has been the bane of my existence was done and ready to mail in the morning. But most of all, Delon was a solved problem. I didn't doubt that there would still be an ugly confrontation. But I was actually looking forward to it. I could finally tell that sick son of a bitch to go to hell.

Damn I was in a good mood!!

As I passed between the buildings I was once more invited to join the guys on break at the picnic tables. I was feeling too good to pass it up. I went over and started to sit on one of the seats but one of the men sitting on the table got up and helped me up onto the table in his place.

It was pretty obvious why he did it. There was no way to hide my pussy when I sat down in the little skirt I was wearing. Every part of me was plainly on display to the people sitting on my side of the table. When they realized how exposed I was the men on the other side came around for a better look. And they weren't even slightly discreet about it.

I smiled at them and slowly let my knees separate a few inches. Why not give them a thrill. These weren't the same people I talked to out here yesterday. And this time the group was all male. That may have been why they were little more free about letting their hormones take over. They stared openly at my tits and my exposed pussy and made small talk to keep me preoccupied. As if I didn't know what was on their minds!

One of the guys finally asked what must have been on all their minds. He was one of the older men in the group. I don't know if he was trying to impress the others, shock me, or if he honestly wanted an answer. He asked, "Brooke, some of us have been wondering why you have sex with the guys in shipping, the men in sales, and from what I hear, the women in the front office. But no one out on the floor is getting lucky. That doesn't seem fair. We do all the work and those other guys get all the perks."

You could have heard a pin drop. The other men couldn't believe he had the balls to ask me that.

I smiled and said, "You know, Jim, your right. That isn't fair at all. But I could only do one or two of you a day. At that rate you each only get to fuck me about three times a year. It hardly seems like much of a perk."

He laughed and exclaimed, "Are you shitting me?! Christ, Brooke! You're the hottest woman I ever met. I'd give my left nut to get it on with you!"

I laughed and said, "Jim! That's much too high a price! And besides, the guys in shipping only get lucky if they excel at work. I'm a part of their incentive plan. What are you guys going to do for it?"

Karl exclaimed, "Shit! We're already working our asses off trying to keep up with all the orders coming in. If you see anyone in there not doing his job you tell me about it. I'll do a little attitude adjustment on their ass!"

I got serious then and said, "You're right. I was just kidding. We know how hard you're all working and we really do appreciate it. If it makes a difference, we're working on plans for expanding. We plan on getting you guys some help. But I guess it's only fair that until that happens you guys should get some kind of reward."

They seemed quite certain that I was putting them on. But you should have seen their faces when I stood up and started undressing!

As I unbuttoned my blouse I said, "I've been told that a good cocksucker should always be naked. I pride myself on being a good cocksucker."

I dropped my blouse on the table and started removing my skirt while they all stared in awe. As I pushed my skirt down over my hips I said, "I can't do you all today. I'll do Jim and Karl since they had the balls to speak up. And I'll come back out tomorrow. But I guess we're going to have to work out some sort of schedule for those who think I'm worth the effort and aren't too married to enjoy it. I wouldn't want anyone to get left out and be upset."

Jim said, "I'll be happy to take care of that."

I didn't doubt that his name would appear on the schedule more than anyone else's. But I didn't mind if the other's didn't. I nodded and said, "Okay. Thanks. But keep it kind of quiet, okay? I imagine that some of the women might be offended by what we're doing here."

I took Jim and Karl around the side of the building and out of sight. Some of the men followed to watch. By the time I was on my knees and sucking on Jim's cock they were all gathered around.

I managed to impress them all with my cocksucking skills. I had Delon to thank for that. I made quick work of both men. By the time I sucked them both off I was super horny. I was tempted to ask one of them to return the favor. But they had already exceeded the amount of time they got for a break.

I was helped to my feet and one of them handed me my clothes. They watched me dress, thanked me and fawned over me so much it was embarrassing. I finally said, "Okay, guys. Back to work or you're all fired!"

They were all terrified of course.

A few of them patted me on the ass affectionately as they filed by and returned to work. I hurried back to my office before any more of them came out for a break. I needed to calm down.

I didn't make it. One of the janitors stopped me and pulled me into the restroom. He wanted a blowjob but I was so fucking horny! I pleaded with him to fuck me instead.

He shrugged and said, "If I must, I must!"

I smiled and quickly stepped out of my clothes. I bent over the sink counter and spread my legs. I really needed this!

Because my first experience with the janitors was while I was blindfolded it took me a while to learn which janitors were the two with the largest cocks. The one behind me now, Mel, was the one with the largest cock. He was just what I needed right now.

He slammed his cock into me nearly as roughly as those men did when they raped me last night at Delon's house. And it felt wonderful. I grunted in pain/pleasure as my body adjusted to the invasion. But soon it was pure pleasure and I had to bite my arm to keep from screaming out loud.

This was just the fuck I needed right now. And it was reassuring to know that even with Delon out of the picture I could still get fucked this way when I really needed it, or even sometimes when I didn't. Because I didn't doubt that there would still be times that Mel and his three co-workers would take me without my permission. I was looking forward to that, too.

I must have had half a dozen desperately needed orgasms before Mel slammed his cock into me several times so hard that he lifted my feet right off the floor. What a fucking ride!

He sighed and said between panting breaths, "Bitch, I'd leave my wife for you! If you ever want to run away with me just say the word!"

I knew he was kidding. It was kind of sweet. I moaned and replied, "I'm going right home and pack, sweetheart!"

He laughed and finally pulled his long, fat cock out of me. I turned around and made love to it with my mouth until it was nice and clean. Then I helped him put it away. After he left me alone in the restroom I cleaned up and got dressed. I finally was able to make it all the way back to my office.

It was almost quitting time when I got back. Things were quiet but I had a couple of messages. I went to my office to return some calls after explaining where I'd been to Helen and Cindy.

They followed me into my office and while I watched Helen change clothes I returned one of the calls. Helen came over and sat with Cindy across the desk from me. After I took care of the customer I spent a few minutes talking to my co-workers, the women who have so recently become my very good friends.

Helen complained about her husband. She really wanted to come with us tonight. I asked if she had considered marriage counseling.

She chuckled wryly and said, "Yeah. Right! With our pastor?! That's the only counseling my husband would agree to."

I hesitated to offer any advice for two reasons. My high school education doesn't qualify me for marriage counseling and I've already played a part in one possible divorce this week. It wasn't my fault. But I'm involved.

I could only say, "I wish you could come tonight, too. I mean, you're a bitch and all. But I've gotten kind of fond of you."

She and Cindy laughed and she shot me the bird. She shook her head and said, "It looks like whatever happened last night you have recovered."

I shuddered when reminded of what happened last night. It was horrible. But I think the reason I recovered so quickly was the news that I no longer had to fear Delon and I didn't have to go to the farm with him tomorrow.

I sat back in my chair and said, "Do you know why I'm feeling so much better today? I've been terrified because Delon was going to take me to a farm outside of town tomorrow. He was going to make me have sex with dogs, a pig, probably a horse or two, and god only knows how many men. And it was all going to go out over a live internet feed. Just like it did last night when after those men all raped me until they couldn't get it up anymore and took turns pissing down my throat they tied me to a bench and put a huge Rottweiler on me. Last night I French kissed and then fucked a dog that weighs nearly fifty pounds more than I do while seven men cheered him on and thousands of perverts watched it happen live on the internet. I would be very surprised if the DVD isn't already on sale.

"Speaking of which, did you know that there are DVDs of me on sale at the local porn shop? I'm a movie star!

"The happiest day of my life was when Cory made it possible for me to tell that son of a bitch to go piss up a rope."

Cindy whispered, "Oh my god! I'm so sorry, Brooke. I would have lost my mind!"

I smiled and said, "But Cindy! You wouldn't even have missed it! It's such a little thing!"

She turned to Helen and said, "The bitch is back! Long live the bitch!"

Helen grinned but then got serious. She said, "What you did today, going to see Janet. That took a lot of damned nerve. I'm so proud of you. You did the right thing. I was very impressed. If I was in your shoes I'm not sure I could have done it."

I said, "Thanks. But don't get carried away. You would never have fucked up like I did in the first place. You wouldn't have insisted on driving drunk and you would have stopped if you hurt someone."

"True. You've grown up a lot in the last two weeks, haven't you?"

I hadn't thought of it that way. But hopefully she was right. I've been under a lot of stress since that night. But I feel like I'm a different person even without the stress. I think I'm a better person now. I hope so.

To Helen I said, "It feels like it. But it wouldn't hurt if you two keep an eye on me just in case."

That was when Doug came in. He looked at Helen and said, "You know, if I was smart I'd be getting in here earlier to watch you change."

She smiled and said, "There's never a cover charge. But it's BYOB."

I said, "Don't listen to her Doug. She wants to get you drunk and take advantage of you."

He smiled and said, "She did a pretty damned good job of it last night when I sober. But if she wants me drunk I'm willing to give it a shot."

Helen and Cindy left. Unfortunately, Helen wouldn't be joining us for dinner tonight. She couldn't go out two nights in a row. Her born again Christian husband has very definite ideas about a wife's place. It was under his thumb.

Cindy was going home to freshen up and pick up her brother. I was finally going to meet all those people I wanted to meet at the party last night.

I got up to join Doug for our walk through. As we started out I said, "You know we are probably going to have to have it out with Delon when we get home."

He smiled and said, "You can't believe how much I'm looking forward to that."

"Doug! He's only sixteen. But he outweighs you by, what, thirty or forty pounds. He's bigger than you and as I said, he's only sixteen. You can't hit him."

"I can defend myself if he attacks me."

"Have you ever been in a fight?!"

He laughed and said, "Honey, I suck at baseball, basketball and football. My sport in college was boxing. And to keep in shape I took up martial arts. I don't practice them anymore. But I earned a couple of black belts. I'm bound to remember something."

I looked at him in shock. I have never seen him raise his hand to anyone in anger. I've seen him turn and walk away from someone who wanted to fight him on more than one occasion when we were dating and had more time to go out in the evening. I had no idea!

He saw what I was thinking. He grinned and said, "The most important thing I learned was not to fight if you don't have to. I learned that and the importance of controlling my temper. But tonight I would very much like to have the opportunity to teach that little bastard a lesson."

I played around with and took a great deal of pleasure from the image of Doug converting Delon into usable oil, or at least a good sized oil spot on the sidewalk. But the more I thought about it the more convinced I became that confronting Delon would be a mistake. There was no way that Doug could take a swing at Delon and not lose. He would be hitting a minor. That's against the law.

I'm sure that Doug knew all that. But if given the opportunity I was afraid that he might do all the things he has really been wanting very much to do to Delon for two weeks. It was silly for me to be offering Doug advice and suggesting that he act responsibly. I'm the one that always seems to need adult supervision. But I was really worried about what might happen if there was a confrontation. Rather than make a fool of myself I resolved to get between them if it should come to anything when we got home.

We went home after our walk through to change clothes and pick up Carol. As I feared, as soon as we pulled into the driveway, Delon came charging across the street. He wasn't alone! With him were Jarek and Marcus. I wasn't expecting that.

I looked at Doug, thinking I'd be able to talk him into rushing for our front door. I was shocked at the look on his face. He was smiling! This was what he wanted!

I stepped between him and Delon and whispered, "Doug. Please. You'll get hurt. I'm not worth it!"

That was the wrong thing to say. He frowned at me and said, "Go inside. This will only take a minute."

He gently moved me out of his way and stood in our driveway waiting for Delon and his two very large friends.

Delon didn't stop until he was almost on top of Doug. He was a foot taller and outweighed him by a bunch. His two friends were just as scary.

In a very threatening voice he demanded, "I want my shit back! And I want it now! If you think you can rip me off and get away with it you're as dumb as you look, man! I can still call the cops. I don't have the parts. I don't have the recording. But I can tell them what I saw. I want my computer, both computers and all those fucking disks or I'm going to pound you into a paste and go into your house and get them. And then I'm going to call the cops anyway!

"You fucked up, dude. You fucked up big time. I been taking it easy on your bitch. I'm gonna have that cunt walking the street after tonight! You gonna get me my shit or do I start kicking your honkey ass?"

Doug just smiled and calmly asked, "Do you always start talking like a rapper when you lose your temper?"

Before Delon could think of a response Doug said, "Do you have any idea what the cops would do with you after they've gone through all that kiddy porn we found on your computer and those disks? Shit, Delon! You'll get locked up until you're my age!

"But we can talk about that later. Let's get back to the part where you were going to make me into some kind of paste. I really, really need you to take a swing at me right now. Come on, Delon. You can't tease me like that and then just stand there. You're a smart kid. You must know the law. I can't hit you unless you swing at me first. I can only hit you in self defense.

"Come on, big man. You're pretty good at pushing women around. Show me what you can do."

I was struck by the contrast between how calm and reasonable he sounded and the things he was saying. But most noticeably, he was obviously not intimidated in the least by the three large boys who were threatening him.

Delon wasn't sure how to react. Marcus nudged him and said, "Come on, man. Let's do this thing."

But Delon looked around and saw that there would be quite a few witnesses. Half a dozen of our neighbors had been attracted by the loud disturbance and were watching to see what he was going to do. As I looked around I noticed Carol standing on the sidewalk with a couple of suitcases.

Delon turned back to Doug and in urgent whisper said, "I need my things, man! That son of a bitch who gave me the laptop and the camera will kill me. The dude don't have a sense of humor!"

Doug shook his head in commiseration and said, "That would be a real shame. I was really looking forward to doing that myself. Well, I wasn't going to kill you. Just put you in the hospital for a while. You probably won't even miss any school."

Delon wasn't expecting Doug to stand up to him. It never occurred to him that Doug wouldn't be terrified of him and his three friends. It worried him that Doug actually seemed to want him to do something, to give him an excuse.

He no longer felt safe attacking Doug. But he didn't know what to do. He was desperate to get his computer and the disks back. He just stood there in frustration.

Doug let him stew for a second before he said, "I've got hard copies of your emails to that pervert. I'm going to give them to the cops tomorrow so they can see what he really does for a living. I've seen underage girls on his website, too. That asshole is going down. I can't ever get back the pictures you two put out there. But that website is going to disappear pretty soon. What do you suppose that son of a bitch is going to do when the cops show up at his door?"

Delon didn't look furious anymore. He was scared. He stared at Doug for few seconds longer and realized that he had lost. He spun around, not even bothering to hurl threats at Doug or me. He pushed his friends out of his way and stomped back across the street towards his house staring straight ahead.

Before he had gone very far, Doug called out, "Hey! Delon! I want my key back!"

Delon flipped him the bird and kept on walking until he heard Doug coming after him. He finally stopped and with hands shaking with fury he struggled to remove our house key from his key ring. He threw it at Doug, then turned and hurried back to his home in shame.

Doug caught the key in mid air and returned to the sidewalk to help Carol with her suitcases.

20D

As soon as Delon stalked off, Carol came running over. She threw her arms around Doug and almost yelled, "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND!!"

He hugged her and said, "I'm married. Same thing, right?"

She sighed and said, "Only because you're married to that slut!

"Jesus, Doug! Why did you do that? He's gonna take that out on Brooke!"

He kissed the tip of her nose and said, "It's okay. It's over. We don't have to worry about him anymore."

He gently moved Carol out of the way and picked up her suitcases while she ran to me next. She threw her arms around my neck, hugged me and said, "We're both free!"

She sounded awfully happy all of a sudden. I expected her to be depressed. I thought I'd be spending all evening trying to cheer her up. I said, "I thought you loved him?"

She sighed and said, "I thought so, too. But I spent a lot of time thinking today. It wasn't so much love as inertia. He has always been selfish and inconsiderate. We always had to go where he wanted to go and do what he wanted to do. He doesn't do anything around the house. Most of the time he hires some kid to cut the grass and that's his only chore!

"If I want to do something, go somewhere or buy something I have to ask permission like a little kid. I used to think that was normal until I you guys moved in and we became friends. I remember watching you together and thinking that Doug did those nice things for you because you were newlyweds and that it would wear off soon. But it didn't. After that I just thought, 'Damn! That bitch walks all over him!'

"You were my best friend, Brooke. But I always hated the way you treated Doug."

I said, "I know. I didn't realize what a bitch I was until recently. I owe that to Delon, too."

"Too?!"

I smiled and said, "Honey, I have no doubt that I'm the best cocksucker in the state now!

"But I've learned my lesson. I'm a changed bitch. I'm going to start being the wife he deserves."

By then, Doug was half way to the door with Carol's heavy suitcases. Over his shoulder he said, "The wife I deserve would go open the door."

Carol turned loose of my neck and I hurried around Doug to open the front door. I got the mail out of the box and stood back out of the way. The three of us went straight up the stairs. Doug put the suitcases in the spare bedroom.

She thanked us and promised to find a place to stay in a day or two. I said, "You are welcome to stay as long as you like. We enjoy having you around. You're fun to play with and Doug gets a little variety. You know how guys like a little strange stuff every now and then. God knows you're strange!"

She laughed and said, "I'm not the one going around half naked."

But then she asked, "Could I borrow an outfit for tonight? I'd like to see what it's like to go out like that."

"I wish I'd thought of it earlier. I know the perfect outfit for you. Hold on."

I went to the computer room and called Cindy. I caught her just getting out of the shower. I asked her what she was wearing tonight. When she told me and it wasn't the bib style dress I asked her to bring it with her so Carol could try it on.

I heard the big smile on her face when she laughed and said, "Great idea! I keep telling myself I'm going to wear it. But I don't have the nerve."

When I sat down I turned the computer on so that it could boot up while we talked. I hung up the phone and checked the website to see if it was still up and if the pictures from last night were there. It was and they were.

I called to Carol. When she came in I told her that Cindy was bringing something for her to wear tonight. Then I stood up and sat her down in the chair. I pointed out the two video clips of me with Delon's dog and suggested that she watch them while I took a shower.

I thought she'd find them interesting but I didn't think I wanted to be there while she watched them.

I was nearly finished with my shower when Carol got in with me. She put her arms around me and breathlessly whispered, "I know you hated that. It was pretty obvious. But I have to be honest, I'm so turned on right now I'm tempted to go across the street and visit Delon!"

I turned around in her arms and said, "I don't have a problem with that. Except if I was you I'd wait a week or two for him to calm down. He seemed a little upset the last time I saw him."

She laughed and said, "I don't know if I could actually do it. But god, Brooke! It was just like my fantasies!"

I rinsed off and helped her shower. We dried off and she watched me get dressed in one of my slutty outfits. While I was dressing she asked, "You intend to keep dressing that way?"

I smiled and said, "Doug loves these clothes and much to my surprise I kind of like dressing this way, too. Cindy and I are going shopping this weekend for more clothes like this. Do you want to come along?"

She thought about it for minute and said, "Yes. I think I will."

While I finished getting ready I asked her what she thought of Susan, Brian and Barry.

She liked all three of them. Cindy's brother, Barry, is only eighteen and shy. But he is very handsome and he has a very nice cock. She didn't get to know Susan very well. But she likes her. She has a good sense of humor and she's one of those people that like people. She seems to like everyone. It was obvious that Cory loves her and she loves him like a son with benefits.

I heard someone on the stairs and a moment later Cindy came in carrying that slutty little bib top dress. She hugged Carol and said, "Brooke said you needed something to wear tonight."

Carol took the dress from her and held it up. She looked at it and looked at me and Cindy. She looked back at the dress and said, "You're kidding, right?!"

I smiled and said, "Put it on, slut."

She looked at it again and asked, "Just this?!"

I smiled and said, "You wanted to kick your heels up and show off a little. Put it on. Get a taste of what I've been going through for two weeks."

She looked at me skeptically and said, "I'll trade with you."

I grinned and said, "I can give you an outfit similar to mine that I've worn to work a couple of times. But try it on first. At least that thing isn't see-through."

"No. But it sure as hell looks like it's see around without much trouble."

In frustration with the delay both Cindy and I loudly exclaimed, "PUT IT ON!"

Doug poked his head in the door just then to see what was keeping us. I smiled and said, "We're trying to get Carol dressed. You'd think she wanted to go out naked the way she's dragging her feet!"

She turned around and held up the dress to show Doug. She exclaimed, "Look at this! This is what they want me to wear!"

He smiled and said, "I like it."

She groaned, rolled her eyes and said, "Of course you do! You're a man!"

She finally gave in and stepped into it. She put her arms through the straps and pulled the bib up over her chest. She tried to tighten the straps but no matter what she did the outside curves of her breasts were exposed. She turned and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

To everyone's surprise she smiled and said, "It is kind of sexy, isn't it?"

We waited while she ran back to her room and picked out a pair of shoes. What she didn't seem to realize was that she tightened up the straps so much in an attempt to cover her tits that more than an inch of the cheeks of her butt were on display.

When she returned with her heels on we kept her away from the mirror. We could just make out the tight little slit between her legs. She looked too hot to tell her how exposed she was and have her ruin the effect.

We went downstairs and I finally got to meet Cindy's little brother, Barry. The resemblance was obvious. He even had blonde hair.

Cindy introduced me to him. He looked at the three of us and blushed. He wasn't used to being exposed to all the female flesh that was on display. But he managed to smile and say hello without stuttering. He looked at my tits for a second and said, "I've heard a lot about you. I've been looking forward to meeting you."

I smiled and asked, "That isn't just because you heard I'm a slut, is it?"

He grinned and replied, "I'd be lying if I didn't admit that had something to do with it."

I laughed and said, "I like you. We're going to get along just fine."

I took his hand and headed for the door as if he was my date.

We went out and got in the car. I sat in back with Barry and rested my hand on his thigh. Doug locked the front door and for the first time in a very long time he activated our alarm system. That seemed like a good idea to me.

The five of us traveled to the restaurant in our car. I know that these people all partied together last night. But I missed out and I was hoping they would come back to the house after dinner. Maybe they could join us for a drink and some conversation if nothing else.

Before Doug even got in the car I picked Barry's hand up and placed it down on my upper thigh. I slid my own hand higher on his leg and started asking him about himself. I understood from talking to Carol that Barry was pretty popular last night. But he just met me and he was still a little shy. I was hoping to cure him of that before the night was over!

There were a lot of raised eyebrows when we entered the restaurant and they weren't all aimed at Carol. Cindy and I were both wearing extremely short skirts and sheer tops so the other customers had a lot to look at.

Surprisingly, the hostess hardly seemed to notice. She smiled as if we were all fully dressed and showed us to our private room. As we followed her down the hallway we ran into Jo and her model, Kara. She recognized me from our meeting in the parking lot the last time we were here. Actually, she probably recognized the outfit.

She smiled and said hello. Then she looked at Carol and exclaimed, "I sold that! Isn't it hot! Especially worn that way. Most women don't have the balls."

I told Doug and Barry to go ahead. Carol, Cindy and I stayed back to talk to Jo and Kara. I noticed that they were dressed nearly as sluttily as we were. I told them that the three of us were planning a shopping trip to her store on Saturday to get all new wardrobes.

She promised to make it a rewarding experience and the most fun we've ever had shopping. Then she invited us to come in and meet their friends. We were standing almost in front of the door to another private dining room so we followed her in.

She was watching us pretty closely when she opened the door. I found out why when I looked inside. There were seven or eight couples at a long table. They all looked up when we entered. The first thing we noticed was that all the women were beautiful, and naked!

All three of us were in shock as Jo introduced us to her friends. She drew everyone's attention to the dress that Carol was wearing and proudly pointed out that it had come from her shop. Everyone was nice and friendly but I could see that they were amused by our reaction.

I turned to Jo and said, "I know it's a stupid question, but they let you guys dress like this in here?!"

She sighed and said, "Yes. But there is a terrible price to pay. Whenever we come here we have to allow the dirty old man that owns the place to have his way with one of us poor, innocent victims."

A man standing near the end of the table looked like he had just been cut to the quick. He exclaimed, "Hey! I am NOT a dirty old man! I'm a dirty middle aged man! And you need to look up the meaning of the term 'innocent victim!' I think you'll find it doesn't quite describe you."

I laughed and said, "We are definitely going to start coming here a lot more often!"

The owner came over and introduced himself. When we explained that we were going to be in the next private meeting room down he said, "Feel free to get as relaxed as you wish. And in case you're wondering, the customer is not always right. Jo is full of shit. I sit there in my office, hard at work and minding my own business and these nasty old broads are always coming back there and taking advantage of me."

I smiled and said, "I could tell by looking at you that you were much too nice a guy to do the despicable things of which she accused you. I've learned over the years that you can never trust a woman if you can see her tits."

He chuckled and said, "I haven't heard that. In fact, I've seen the tits of a lot of my best friends. Now I'm so confused."

A waiter came in and said something to him. He excused himself. On the way out he exclaimed to the people at the table, "See! I told you I have to work sometimes!"

His friends were skeptical and their deprecating but obviously good natured remarks made it clear they didn't believe him. He excused himself and went out with the gawking waiter.

We waved goodbye to everyone and told Jo that we would see her on Saturday. We stepped out into the hallway and grinned at each other. What a group!

We went to our meeting room. Carol and Cindy found seats at the long table. They immediately began to regale the group with a detailed description of the people we just met in the next room.

I stopped to say hello to Janet. I leaned over and said, "I should have warned you about our little group of perverts. I hope you don't shock easily."

She looked around at the pretty normal looking crowd, except perhaps that we women were all dressed a bit more like sluts than she was probably used to. She smiled and said, "Maybe it's time to find out."

I gave her a hug and said, "Don't be afraid to put the brakes on if we make you feel uncomfortable. We know we sometimes go too far. But we're new at this and it's exciting. So speak up if we start to ruin your evening. We won't mind."

I went over and introduced myself to Susan and Brian after kissing Cory and Otis and thanking them again for what they did for me today.

Brian is a good looking young man who looks exactly like what he is, a college freshman. He has a nice, soft, masculine voice, a twinkle in his eye and an intelligent face. I liked him right away. We spoke for a few minutes but it was Susan I was most curious about.

There was no empty seat beside her but Cory pulled me down into his lap and rested his fingers between my legs. I glanced at Susan to see if she was upset.

She noticed my concern and smiled. She said, "Relax. Cory is my very good friend, my student and my relief valve. We are not lovers in the strictest sense. We love each other. But we are not 'in love' with each other.

"I've been looking forward to meeting you. Cory talks about you all the time. He told me about the generous offer that you and your husband made to put him through college. I was very touched. That was a wonderful thing to do."

I put my hands over Cory's ears and said, "He earned it. He one of the nicest young men I've ever met and he may have saved my life. He definitely saved my sanity. An education doesn't come close to repaying him."

He smiled at me and said, "You know I can hear you, right?"

"If you thought you heard me say something nice about you then you totally misunderstood."

He chuckled and said, "Yeah. I do that a lot. Nothing messes up my mind like a handful of pussy."

The waiter had come in with several bottles of wine we didn't order and informed us that they were compliments of the owner. I climbed out of Cory's lap and said to Susan, "I need a drink. But I hope we get to talk later. Would you like to come to the house after we have dinner?"

She smiled and said, "I'd like that. We had fun yesterday evening. But there was an uncomfortable undercurrent. Everyone was worried about you. I guess you survived. You certainly look hot ... I mean fine."

I laughed and said, "I survived and more or less recovered. I'm glad it's over, thanks to Cory and Otis. I'll talk to you later."

I took a seat next to Doug and enjoyed the most delicious glass of wine I've ever tasted. The major topic of conversation was still the naked women in the next room. I decided that since they seemed to be having so much fun there was no reason that it wouldn't work in our room, too. I began to unbutton my blouse.

As my fingers slowly moved down the row of buttons conversation around the table slowly came to a stop and everyone sat and watched.

I casually removed my blouse and stood up to remove my skirt as if I was home alone in my bedroom. As I undressed I watched the others to see how they were reacting. I saw immediately that Susan was amused and I stopped worrying about her. Janet was blushing. But she looked more curious than offended. When our eyes met and she saw that I was trying to judge her reaction she smiled and there was something almost like a dare in her eyes.

I looked all around once I was naked. I smiled and said, "I'm a lot more comfortable like this. And let's be honest, not very much of me was covered up."

No one spoke. No one moved for what seemed like a very long moment. I was waiting to see how everyone was going to react. Only Susan, Janet, Brian and Barry were seeing me naked for the first time. But I've been naked so many times in front of so many people that I really did feel more comfortable this way. And the fact that we were in a restaurant made undressing in front of a group of people even more fun than it usually is.

If anyone was going to follow my example I expected it to be either Cindy or Carol. I was surprised when Susan stood up and began to remove her dress. She smiled at me and our eyes remained locked while she took off her dress, her bra and her panties.

When she was naked she said, "You know, this really does seem to make dining out more fun."

Cindy started undressing and finally Carol said, "Oh fuck it! This thing doesn't cover anything anyway and I'm tired of trying to keep my tits covered."

She got up and shucked the bib dress off in seconds.

Everyone turned to look at Janet. She was looking at me.

I said, "You don't have to. We don't want to make you any more uncomfortable than you already are."

She was blushing. But she grinned and said, "I was just trying to remember which underwear I put on this evening. The ringing in my ears is so loud right now that I can't think!"

I was about to tell her again that she had every right to keep her clothes on. But by the time I finished the sentence she was on her feet. She turned her back to Doug and asked him to pull her zipper down.

Doug wasn't certain that she was ready for this. He asked, "Are you sure?"

She thought about it for a couple of seconds and exclaimed, "Yeah! I am! I can't remember the last time I did something wild or had a little fun. Let's do this!"

Doug pulled the zipper down and slipped her dress off of her shoulders. Then he gripped the catch on her bra and asked, "This, too?"

She shivered and said, "That, too."

A moment later she was naked. I was worried when she stood up to undress. I was worried that she was doing something she was going to regret. But I was even more worried that she was going to uncover a body that was covered with bruises and scratches from the accident.

There were a few fading bruises, one on her hip and a few on her legs. And she was wearing a discreet, flesh colored brace on one knee. But other than that she looked very sexy. She was in excellent shape.

The flattering remarks from the men around the room seemed to raise her comfort level considerably.

Once all the women were naked, Doug held up his glass and looked at it for a moment. Then he said, "I'm going to have to get some of this wine! I've never seen anything make clothing disappear so quickly before!"

I held my glass up and we toasted. The waiters had only given wine glasses to those they thought were over twenty-one. But Cindy poured a little wine in her water glass and toasted with us.

The waiters came back in then to take our orders. We all watched them to see how they would respond to five naked women. They definitely noticed! But they smiled and went about their business, obviously enjoying their work.

After the salads were served the owner came in. I wondered if he had heard that the women had all undressed. He didn't pretend not to notice. I introduced Ken to everyone. He smiled and looked us all over while we thanked him for the wine.

He told us that he buys it by the case for himself and gives it to his favorite customers like the people in the next room. He said that as soon as he met me, Cindy and Carol he knew that we were going to join the list. He kidded with us good naturedly for a while and told us that we were welcome back anytime.

Before he left I told him that I didn't know where his office was so that I could give him his tip.

He laughed and said, "You're too late. One of the charming ladies from the other party gave him all the tip he could handle a few minutes ago."

I promised to make it up to him next time. He smiled and said, "I'm already looking forward to it. But to be fair, I should tell you that they are the only people that tip that way and it was their idea. It isn't really necessary."

I shrugged and said, "I enjoy a lot of things that aren't necessary!"

He laughed and said, "Me, too!"

The meal and the conversation were excellent. And the service was the best I've ever seen for a party this size. We wanted for nothing that evening. Doug paid for the dinner which was reasonably priced, especially since the wine was free. He added a very large and very well deserved tip for the wait staff.

At last we had to dress. We all hated to do it. I invited everyone back to our house for coffee and conversation. It was getting late. I didn't expect to stay as long as we did. But we were all having fun and everyone wanted the evening to continue. So we caravanned back to our house in three cars.

I made coffee for those that wanted it and served ice tea and soft drinks to those that didn't. I just had ice water. I didn't expect anything but conversation to take place. Everyone was feeling a bit tired and mellow and it was pretty late.

But I noticed that some of the people were pairing up when we sat down in the living room. I don't know who did what to whom last night since I wasn't here. But except for Janet, everyone had done something to someone and that had opened up the gates.

We talked and sipped our drinks but there was a sexual undercurrent in the room. People were beginning to touch each other discreetly. There was a quiet kiss here and there. I kept an eye on Janet. But I needn't have worried. She was more than intrigued.

Doug was watching her, too. When he noticed that she was enjoying the sight of people coupling up around her he went over and sat down beside her on the couch. He whispered something in her ear and when she nodded he unzipped her dress again.

It was as if the lowering of Janet's zipper was the signal everyone was waiting for. People were pairing up and undressing all around the room. I got up and went to the linen closet. I returned with half a dozen blankets and we spread them out on the floor around the room.

When I stood up from spreading out a blanket Barry was standing beside me smiling nervously. He said, "I'm not sure of the proper etiquette in this situation. I was hoping this would happen tonight. I hope you aren't mad. But Cindy showed me some of your pictures. I think you are the hottest woman I've ever seen!"

Barry isn't that much younger than me. But he seems so sweet and innocent that he makes me feel much older. I smiled and moved closer. I put my arms around him and said, "I don't know what the etiquette is either. If there's a book of rules for orgies I haven't read it. I guess we'll just have to make them up as we go."

I kissed him and our hands started exploring. After we kissed for a moment I stepped back and we undressed. I was very impressed. He may not be very mature but his body is! I pulled him down onto the blanket and we started making out like a couple of teenagers.

I may have misjudged him. Once he knew that he wasn't going to be rebuffed he began to take charge. He wasn't nearly as inexperienced as my first impression led me to believe.

He didn't rape me or use me the way I've gotten used to lately. He made love to me and he did it quite skillfully. It was very pleasant and he brought me to several nice orgasms before he came. When he rolled off of me I cleaned his cock as if everyone did it that way. He seemed amused.

Then I moved back up into his arms and we kissed and talked quietly for a while. I had noticed earlier that even when he was fucking me he kept an eye on his sister. I thought that he might have a problem with Cindy lying under a big black teenager. But I realized after a while that he didn't. He was turned on by it.

I thought back to what he said earlier about Cindy showing him my pictures. The only pictures she could have showed him were on that web site. So he must have seen her pictures, too. That made me wonder.

I asked, "What else has Cindy showed you?"

He had calmed down and gotten comfortable once he realized how easy I was. As soon as I asked that question he started blushing again. That made me wonder even more. And when he looked into my eyes he knew what I was wondering.

He must have shown her the pictures on her own page. That isn't something I would expect a girl to do. Not to her younger brother. Not unless they had some sort of relationship. I don't know why the idea that they might be in an incestuous relationship excited me so much. I've never thought about incest before. I don't have a brother. It never came up when I was growing up. But from the time I first saw Cindy's face when she was talking about Barry I started wondering. And when I did I started thinking about how exciting it would be.

He knew what I was thinking and he was about to deny it. He glanced at Cindy and I followed his gaze. She and Otis were finished. Otis had moved over to add a little extra stimulation to Carol while Cory was sliding his incredibly long cock in and out of her body and driving her crazy.

Cindy must have sensed the nature of our conversation, probably from the uncomfortable look on her little brother's face. She got up on her hands and knees and crossed over to join our conversation. She crawled up over me and plopped her drooling cunt down on my stomach. She smiled down and asked, "Are you using your feminine wiles to drag secrets out of my brother?"

I reached out, teased her juicy cunt with my fingers and said, "Not yet ... but almost."

She moaned and asked, "How do you feel about that?"

I smiled and admitted, "Much to my surprise I think it's pretty exciting. I don't know why. I never thought about it before. I don't have a brother and my father wasn't someone even a daughter could fantasize about. I never gave incest a thought when I was growing up. But there was something in your eyes when you talked about him at the office that made me wonder. And I realized that for some reason I don't understand the idea of the two of you together turns me on."

She grinned down at me and asked, "Would you like to hear about it? I'll tell you. But there's a price."

She glanced down at my fingers moving around over her freshly fucked pussy and I knew immediately what the price was. I looked up at her and said, "I think I can afford it."

She lifted her weight off of me and began to move up towards my head. I worked my arms under her and guided her with my hands on her sexy little ass until her pussy was lightly resting on my lips. I kissed her a couple of times and then began to lick. I could taste the cum that Otis had deposited there. Most of it had seeped out of her by then. I already had a lot of it on my cheeks. I concentrated on her pussy and she was happy to settle for that.

I cleaned her pubic mound but before I began to work my tongue inside of her I turned to Barry and said, "Put your finger inside of her and get it wet. Then stick it up her ass while I eat her pussy. She'll really enjoy that."

Barry looked around nervously to see who might be watching. It turned out that everyone was. But Cindy exclaimed, "Oh for Christ's sake, Barry! No one here cares. Just do it!"

I exclaimed, "Cindy!"

She shrugged and said, "He isn't like this when we're alone! He just needs to settle down. We've never told anyone about ... our relationship before. It's actually kind of a relief not to have to keep hiding it from my friends."

I smiled at him and said, "He just needs to realize that we aren't like most people he knows. People in our little circle aren't as judgmental as most people. His concerns are perfectly valid. He's worried about you. He's a good brother."

Then I winked at him and added, "And he's a damned good fuck. Did you teach him that?"

Cindy smiled and said, "I can't take credit for teaching him anything. It's more like we've been learning together."

"And all this time I thought you were so innocent! You had me fooled."

"I'm not a virgin! But I don't have much experience. Or at least I didn't until you introduced me to Delon. That's all I'm going to say until you pay the price, bitch!"

I grinned at her and bared my teeth.

She laughed and said, "Ain't skeered!"

I looked over at Barry and nodded. He reached out and worked a finger into his sister's sopping wet pussy. She sighed as it entered her. He worked it around for a moment and then reached back and started to work it into her tight little asshole.

I watched her face. She liked the way his finger felt inside of her. She held her breath until he had his finger all the way in. She exhaled loudly and looked down at me, waiting for me to eat her out. Before I did I asked, "Barry, have you fucked her cute little ass yet? I hear she's pretty good."

Barry was embarrassed again. I felt bad for him. That wasn't my intention. I was just teasing Cindy. He whispered that he hadn't and I let him off the hook. I started eating Cindy's sloppy pussy. Just before she had her first orgasm on my tongue I heard Barry gasp loudly. I looked past Cindy to see Janet with his cock in her mouth. That girl has been a big surprise to me tonight!

I began to pay more attention to Cindy until there was another distraction. I felt a nice long tongue on my pussy! I thought perhaps Janet had switched targets. But when I opened my eyes I saw Susan's pretty ass sticking up from behind Cindy. I wasn't expecting that either!

Cindy came quickly. Being surrounded by three women while her brother was finger fucking her ass and I was eating her pussy must have appealed to her. But I had an idea that something else was going to appeal to her even more.

I came a moment later and began to guide Cindy back down until she was lying on top of me. Barry was lying near my hip with his eyes closed. He was still fingering his sister but much of his attention was focused on the blowjob he was getting.

I reached out and tapped his forehead. When he opened his eyes I told him to get up on his knees between our legs.

Cindy moaned when he removed his finger. But she knew what I was going to do and she wasn't really complaining.

I had to spread my legs a little farther apart to make room for her brother. When he was where I wanted him I asked, "Tell me Barry, where do you want to fuck your sister? Do you want to fuck her nice tight pussy or her almost virgin ass?"

He thought about it for a moment before saying, "I don't want to hurt her."

It became obvious that our audience was still following our show. Doug came back into the living room just then with a tube of lubricant. He handed it to Janet and asked her to prepare Cindy's ass while Susan kept Barry hot and ready.

Cindy and I were staring into each other's eyes. She was really steaming now. While Janet was getting her ass ready I whispered, "You little slut! You're going to tell me all about it tomorrow. Acting all young and innocent and all the time you're fucking your brother! I love it!"

She grinned but said, "It wasn't that often. We did it half a dozen times when we were much younger. It was great. But we didn't keep it up. We've done it several times since then. But it isn't like it's a regular thing."

"I want to hear about the first time. I think I have a hard on!"

She laughed quietly and bent down to kiss me. Our conversation came to an end when I felt movement between my legs. Cindy and I stared into each other's eyes while Susan and Janet worked together to help Barry mount his sister's ass.

Her eyes got wide as the head of her brother's cock began pressing against her back entrance. Then they popped open when he entered her. But she smiled down at me and moaned when his cock began sliding into her.

I grinned at her and then pulled her down and we began to kiss. I felt a hand between us. One of the women was reaching around to tease her clit while her brother fucked her. She began losing control quickly. She couldn't hold the kiss so instead I started talking quietly to her, calling her a cunt and a slut and every other nasty name I could think of. It was music to her ears.

The funny thing was that buried under everyone like I was I couldn't even see what was going on. Yet it was still one of the most exciting shows I've ever seen and I have no idea why.

Towards the end, just as Cindy was about to cum I started licking her face. She groaned and then cried out. She experienced a huge and very loud orgasm. I imagine her tight little hole clamped down on her brother's cock pretty hard. He cried out, too. A moment later they were both cumming like crazy.

When it was over she collapsed on top of me. I held her close and whispered, "I love you, you little slut."

She laughed weakly and said, "I love you and I love what you've done to my life."

"Who?! Me?!"

That was pretty much the end of the sex for the evening. There was still a little fondling here and there around the room after that. But there were no more orgasms as far as I know. After that we relaxed and talked.

I got to know Susan a little better. Cindy and I answered some questions about Delon. Janet talked a little about her "accident" but no one who didn't already know learned that I was the one driving the car.

Except for those two subjects it was the same chatter you might hear at any party except everyone was naked and the smell of sex was still strong in the room. Cindy and I talked about going to Sweet Nothings and we were all looking forward to going to dinner at that very accommodating restaurant again.

It was after midnight before people started getting dressed and leaving. Carol helped me put the cups and glasses in the dishwasher and we all went to bed. There have been a lot of late nights lately. I'm starting to feel the need to catch up on my beauty sleep.

Friday at last! A glorious Friday just like Friday's before I ran afoul of Delon. As far as I could tell my biggest problem today was going to be deciding if I would pass out the paychecks and if I do, am I going to continue with the incentive program in shipping?

It was a typical morning except that Carol joined us for our morning coffee. She seemed a little depressed this morning. I think that the realities of getting divorced were just starting to sink in. This had come out of nowhere. She never saw it coming. She probably stopped loving Bob quite a while ago. It just never occurred to her that they would separate. She has been Mrs. Chase for a long time. It's who she is now. Or it was, until she got a look at her husband's baser nature. She isn't old by any means. But the idea of starting over must be pretty daunting.

I poured her a cup of coffee and hugged her from behind. I said, "You're still my best friend and Doug and I will be here for you. We like having you stay with us. You're welcome to stay for as long as you like. You will, of course, have to put out for my husband. All of our guests do. But you won't have to wash windows."

She smiled and said, "That's a relief. I've been trying to figure out what I was going to wear when I cleaned those second floor windows."

Doug offered, "A nice short skirt. And you can stand on my shoulders while you do it."

We all left at the same time this morning. The drive to work was quiet and uneventful. We were both still a little tired from all the late nights we've had lately. Doug was about to head for the plant after he parked and locked the car but I reminded him that if he followed me to my office he would get to watch Helen changing clothes.

We beat Helen in this morning. But Cindy beat us and had the coffee perking already. She looked as tired as we were but she smiled and said, "You guys are going to kill me! But what a way to go! I used to feel bad about not having a boyfriend. I still do a little. But what do you suppose the odds are of finding a man who would fit in with our strange little group? I don't think I can go back to being normal. I like my life now."

I smiled and said, "I don't understand your problem, Cindy. After Delon posted your email address on that website you must be getting hundreds of offers."

She laughed and said, "I sure am! And some of them are interesting. But most of them sound illegal."

We stood around watching the coffee pot and talking, mostly about last night. When the coffee was ready we each poured a cup and went into my office. Helen was late this morning. That was extremely unusual. She wasn't late enough to start worrying yet. But close.

I cajoled Cindy into telling us about how things got started between her and her brother. When did they first cross the line? What happened?

She looked at me and saw that my interest was prurient. I couldn't hide it but it wasn't a surprise. I had made it pretty clear last night. I blushed a little and shrugged. I said, "I can't help it. I don't know why but I find the entire concept of doing it with your brother exciting. Does that creep you out?"

She laughed and said, "It turns me on, too. Obviously, or I wouldn't be boffing my brother. I guess it's a little weird for a woman that was an only child, though. I have to admit that I'm glad you feel the way you do. I've been messing around with Barry since I was fourteen. I've always wished that there was someone I could talk to about it. I know it's wrong. But damn! It's so much fun. And it isn't like we are in love like boyfriend and girlfriend. We love each other, just not that way. It's just that the sex is so damned good!

"I know that eventually one or both of us will marry and settle down and this will have to come to an end. But for now, who are we hurting?"

I winked at her and said, "You don't have to convince me! I'm to blame for what happened last night. And it was every bit as exciting as I thought it would be."

She was just about to tell us about the first time when Helen came running in looking as if she had run all the way to work.

She exclaimed, "Sorry! My husband thought he was having a stroke this morning. I had to call 911. The ambulance came and they checked him out. They took him to the hospital for a couple of tests but the paramedic was pretty sure he pulled a muscle in his chest while he was sleeping. How fucking out of shape is that! Who strains a muscle in their sleep?!"

I asked, "Shouldn't you be with him?"

"He's okay. He's going to call me when they release him. I'll have to go pick him up. But there's nothing wrong with him that a little exercise won't cure. He needs to spend a little more time putting one foot in front of the other and a little less time on his knees in church."

Helen and I have never gotten along until now so we didn't talk about our home lives. This was the first time I've heard her saying much about her husband. I may have been missing something but I didn't hear much love there. It kind of bothered me. I don't like seeing anyone's marriage go bad. I like it less when I may be a contributing factor.

Carol's marriage just ended. It may not have been my fault but I was certainly the catalyst. I thought they were as happy as any other couple until she left him and I knew them pretty well, or thought that I did.

Now it was sounding very much like Helen was staying married to a man she didn't love only because that was the path of least resistance. Because I never heard her talk this way until she started submitting to Delon and until she went the party I missed at my house two nights ago I wondered how much responsibility I bore for the way she felt about her husband now.

We all watched as she took her time undressing. She seemed to like the idea that Doug was watching. She flirted with him a little as she slowly undressed and then dressed even more slowly.

While she changed into her slutty dress she asked about our evening. She was really sad that she couldn't have been there. I was, too. It would have been more fun with that nasty bitch there to pick on.

Helen finished dressing in a strange little dress that was backless and had a low cut cowl front that left an awful lot of her breasts on display. The effect was very sexy. But sexy aside, it was a very pretty dress. It was totally inappropriate for the office. It would have been perfect for an evening of clubbing in the city. But I liked it. I would have liked a dress just like it.

I said so out loud and Doug said, "Yes. I like it, too. I wonder if your new friend, Jo, sells something similar."

He went off to work when the show was over. I tried again to get Helen to go take care of her husband. She smiled wryly and said, "I spend enough time waiting on him now. Let the nurses take care of him for a while."

Everyone went to work once the show was over. It was such a relief not to have to worry about the report I always seemed to be scurrying around to finish up and get in the mail on Friday morning.

Cal came in with another good sales report from yesterday. If this kept up we were going to have to send Cal and Tim home for a couple of months until we could get caught up.

Cal settled for a quick blowjob this morning. He was in a hurry. He was expecting a phone call and wanted to get back to his office.

Helen's husband called just after nine o'clock. She was just about to go pick him up when Cindy reminded her that she had to change first.

She looked down at her new dress and I saw the wheels turning. She was about that close to deciding to go dressed the way she was. She looked up, smiled at us and said, "I guess I better not. This dress would give him a heart attack for real."

Helen left, promising to return in a couple of hours even though I tried to talk her into staying home.

Cindy and I were just about to get started on the payroll when we heard the outer door slam open. We looked up to see Delon and Marcus coming in. I stood up to face Delon. I wasn't scared of the bastard now that he had nothing to hold over my head. Big mistake!

I just opened my mouth to tell him to get the fuck out of my office when he extended his arm as if he was going to stab me. I didn't even have time to react. There was a flash of bright color, a pain in my side, and a noise that reminded me of a bug zapper.

I didn't lose consciousness. But I lost everything else! I no longer had control over any of the muscles in my body. I crumpled to the floor in a heap. I heard Cindy screaming. I wanted to tell her to call 911 or call Doug. But I couldn't make a sound.

Delon bent over and picked me up easily. He threw me over his shoulder and said, "Come on, bitch. We have a movie to make!"

His statement about the movie was more of a shock and scared me more than the stun gun or cattle prod or whatever the fuck he used on me.

Instead of doing something useful, Cindy followed Delon, beating on his back and grabbing his arm, all to no avail.

She tried to tackle Delon before he could get to the door but he swatted her away like a fly. They carried me outside and threw me into the back seat of Jarek's car. Delon climbed into the back with me. Marcus got in and Jarek took off with a loud scream of his tires.

It was several minutes before I recovered enough to sit up in the seat. I finally found my voice and started to scream at Delon to take me back to work. I didn't get two words out before the tip of that cattle prod was pressed up against my chin.

I stopped in mid word. Delon glared at me and growled, "You got me in a lot of trouble, bitch. I had to do some serious talking to keep that prick from coming to town and putting a bullet in my head. The only reason I'm not dead now is because I promised him one more movie. I have to pay him back for the loss of his laptop and having to close down his website. Now he has to start a new one and he isn't happy about it.

"To make up for all the trouble you've caused you're going to have to make the movie he wants. You should have left well enough alone. He has a much dirtier mind than I do."

I thought about threatening him. But it was obvious that he was much more afraid of the man with the website than he was of Doug or even the police. So when he finally took the cattle prod away from my chin I did the only thing I could do. I turned and watched the scenery go by and tried not to think about what was going to happen to me.

I wasn't very successful. I kept seeing the obscene images of all those women in those pictures, crying, so obviously hopeless and drowning in despair. And there was one mental image that trumped the rest. It wasn't in one of the pictures. It was conjured up by Steve's words just before I left Delon's house the last time. "We needed a special one for pigs."

Pigs! A pig was going to fuck me! I've men fucked by a lot of males in the last two weeks that I'd place in that category. But a real pig! I hope it kills me.

The farm was further from town than I was led to believe. As Jarek wound his way down one long, empty, narrow road after another I knew that there was no way that anyone would be able to find me out here in the country. I couldn't hope to be rescued. Not out here.

Jarek turned into a long, gravel driveway and drove past a big old three story house that sat back a long way from the deserted road. He parked in front of one of the large barns in the back and turned off the engine.

I looked around. There were about a dozen cars parked nearby. I recognized two of them. That fucking pervert Steve was here. And Darnell was here. That was to be expected since this was his uncle's farm.

Jarek and Marcus got out of the car. Delon climbed out, pulling me along with him. Someone called out and I looked up to see Darnell and another boy that was about his age coming out of the barn.

They seemed very happy to see me. The boy I didn't know looked me over and said, "Damn! This bitch is hot!"

He turned to Darnell and said, "Why didn't you tell me you been tappin' this, man?! I'd have shared her with you!"

Darnell snorted and said, "Yeah! Sure you would, Sammy! You'd have called me up and invited me right over, you lying sack of shit!"

I was glad to see that everyone was in such a good mood. They were all looking forward to a pleasant day spent raping and torturing me. Just a nice day in the country.

Sammy reached out and lifted the front of my skirt. He ordered me to spread my legs. I thought about telling him to go to hell. But what would have been the point? I had already lost any battles I might choose to start. I was here. I was going to end up doing whatever they wanted. I might as well do what they told me to do and get it over with. Since I knew I was going to end up doing whatever they wanted anyway I figured that it was in my best interests to do it with as little trauma as possible. I would accomplish nothing by fighting them, nothing but making their nasty movie more entertaining for them.

I slid my legs apart and stood there while he examined and then ran a finger through my exposed slit. He shook his head and said, "It's a damned shame. This is some prime pussy you got here, man!"

Delon grinned and said, "Yeah, it sure was."

Then he asked Darnell, "Are you all set up?"

Darnell nodded.

Delon looked at his watch and said, "Five more minutes. Go in and get set up. Give me a shout when you're live."

Everyone but Delon and I went inside. I heard Marcus making some sort of announcement to the people inside. I couldn't understand what he was saying but it didn't matter.

Delon grabbed my chin and turned my face up so that our eyes met. He glared at me and said, "You're going to hate this, bitch. You're going to hate it more than you've ever hated anything. That's why my cock is so fucking hard right now. But you're going to do it. You're going to do it all one way or another. You just have to decide if you're going to do it on your own or if you are going to do it after I take the cattle prod to your ass a few times.

"Personally, I hope you make me use the cattle prod. I almost came in my pants when I zapped you back at your office. I'd love to stick the end of that thing right up your ass and pull the trigger. I bet you'd do some fancy dancing then!

"But the choice is yours. If you do what you're told I probably won't use it on you again. It will make me sad. But I suppose that's only fair."

Logic told me that it was in my best interests to do whatever they told me in there. I've already reached that conclusion. From out here it seemed like I would do anything to avoid having that cattle prod used on me again. But once I got inside and was faced with the extreme perversions they were going to inflict on me it might be different. I only knew that they intended to let a pig fuck me. But there were dogs and horses and men and god knows what else.

How much of this could I stand before I lost my mind? I remembered the dazed, slightly crazed looks on the faces of those women in the pictures, especially that underage, pretty young girl who was forced to perform oral sex on all those horses. I doubt very seriously if she recovered from that the next day. She looked like she would never fully recover from what they did to her.

Darnell yelled something that startled me out of my reverie. Delon propelled me toward the narrow opening in the barn door and guided me through into the dark interior. We stopped just inside the door. Delon pushed it closed behind us. The loud noise when the heavy barn door slid shut was chilling. It was the sound of my doom. That may sound a little melodramatic. But I think it's an apt description.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust from the harsh sunlight outside to the softer light in the barn. It wasn't really dark. There was light coming in from the open hay loft above and from open doors to the side and rear of the barn. There were a couple of windows that were so dirty you couldn't see through them but they let in light.

The first thing I saw was Darnell standing right in front of me, pointing that fucking camera at me. I let my gaze follow the path of the long cable to another laptop computer sitting on a bale of hay. Apparently the laptop that Cory removed from Delon's house wasn't required. Any laptop would do.

I wonder how many perverts are watching me now.

I spotted Steve standing off to the side with a huge grin on his face. Then I scanned the audience. There were eight men sitting on a long three-tiered bench that someone had put together from hay bales. There was a tarp over the hay. We wouldn't want anyone getting pricked by a bit of hay.

Six of the men were black but two of them were unsavory looking white men. The guy who ran the website that was undoubtedly broadcasting the feed from the camera wasn't among them.

The men were sitting on the second tier of hay bales and leaning back against the top tier. Their feet were resting on the lower tier and at the feet of each of the men was a young blonde woman. I'm almost positive that one of the girls was the young girl from the pictures Delon placed on my computer that I was so worried about!

Darnell stepped to the side and Delon pushed me over to a well lit spot in front of the audience. The men in front of me remained silent. But their eyes were shining with lust.

The women sitting at their feet didn't look up. They sat there looking like what they surely were, victims. I almost felt sorrier for them than I did for myself! Some of the other women looked familiar now that I could see them up close. I realized that this, sitting at the feet of these men and making those pictures on the internet was their life. None of these women were here willingly. I saw it in their faces.

I could at least find solace in the fact that no matter how this turned out, after today this would be over for me. Either they would kill me here. Or when Delon took me home this evening Doug would kill him. In either event I could be reasonably certain that this would end for me today. These women must not have any end in sight. How could they exist like that?!

I was so wrapped up in feeling sorry for them that I apparently didn't hear a command from Delon. He got my attention by pulling the trigger on the cattle prod. I jumped, as did each of the eight women lined up in front of me.

Delon chuckled at the way we responded. Then he snarled, "I said strip, bitch!"

With shaking fingers I fumbled with the buttons down the front of my sheer blouse. I took it off and tossed it down on an empty bale of hay. The skirt soon followed.

I left my shoes on. The floor was nasty. But Delon ordered me to take them off, too. I slipped my feet out of them and kicked them over with my clothes.

Delon waited while Steve got up and helped Jarek position a bench on the floor behind me. I recognized it. It was the bench they strapped me down on so that Shaft could fuck me. It looked different. It took me a minute to realize that Steve had replaced the legs with adjustable legs. It was raised up, presumably to a height more appropriate for mating with a human male. At least I hoped it was for that reason.

After Steve and Jarek stepped back Delon asked, "Do I need to strap you down, bitch?"

How dumb would I have to be to answer yes to that question?! I shook my head.

He ordered me to lie down.

As soon as I was in position he said, "Gentlemen, if anyone wants to fuck the bitch before the show starts she's available. She's a three holer. Help yourselves. You may want to double up. The show will start in an hour."

The men quickly stood up and gathered around me. One of them was holding the young blonde he brought with him by her neck. He guided her mouth to my pussy without a word.

She immediately began to work her tongue into my pussy. I was grateful because I knew I wasn't lubricating. I was far too terrified. Our eyes met before I let my head fall back and hang down on the other end of the bench. She was nearly as terrified as me! She was obviously embarrassed and hated what he was making her do. But the look on her face reminded me of a dog that had been beaten too much. She was broken. Much like me, she would do anything she was ordered to do.

The difference between us was that I had hope. This would not be my entire life. She had no hope. I saw it in her face.

She licked my pussy for about thirty seconds before the man grabbed her by the hair and jerked her out of the way. He stepped up to my crotch and slammed his cock into me. It hurt. But after that last, violent gangbang at Delon's house it was something that I was getting used to. I cried out from the pain. But before his next stroke another man pushed my head back down and began to fuck my mouth in the same violent manner.

The strange thing is, as horrible as this gang rape was I knew I could take this. There were only eight of them, thirteen if you counted Delon and his friends and Steve. It was the show that was scheduled to start in an hour that worried me.

I forced myself to relax as much as possible. Everything they did was painful, especially when one of them decided it was time to rape my ass with only the semen running out of my pussy and down between my legs for lubrication. The pain in my ass did serve one purpose. It distracted me from the terrible pain I was experiencing from all the abuse the rings in my nipples and clit received. It wasn't accidental, either. They saw how painful it was when they pulled and twisted those rings and they all used them to torment me even further while they raped me.

Delon and his friends left me alone but Darnell's cousin, Sammy fucked my mouth and Steve fucked my ass after the others finished with me.

I was a mess when they finished with me. Sammy and the last of the men in the audience to fuck my mouth both pulled out at the last minute and plastered my face with semen. I had to keep my eyes closed after that. That stuff really burns if you get it in your eyes.

I could hear the men getting dressed and then two of them lifted me off of the bench. They held me up and someone else took away the bench upon which they just spent an hour or so raping my unresponsive body. I heard them wrestling something else into place in front of me. I still couldn't see. But I could tell from the sounds that it was something heavy and made of wood.

Steve began to direct the men holding me. They lowered me onto my back on a wide plank. My arms were raised straight up over my head and fastened in place with leather cuffs. A strap was pulled tight around my abdomen and buckled. I wasn't going anywhere.

I heard Steve say something to Delon about cleaning the crap out of my eyes so I could see. He wanted me to be able to fully appreciate what was about to happen. Delon said something to the audience and the next thing I knew two of the women were taking turns licking my eyes clean. But only my eyes, they left that nasty stuff to dry on the rest of my face.

When the women moved out of the way I noticed that the plank I was fastened to had eight inch high walls. There was about two inches to spare on either side of my body. But the walls only went down to just below the belt holding me in place. My entire lower body was left unprotected, if the purpose of the walls was protection.

Steve came over and knelt down beside me. He placed a piece of canvas over me and fastened it to one side of the device to which I had just been secured. As he worked he smiled and said, "You thought you were going to get over? Fucking bitch! I worked all day building this fucking thing. There's no way I wasn't going to see it in action. For your sake I hope it works. That fucking pig weighs about three hundred pounds."

He stretched the canvas over me and fastened it down on the other side of the frame. I gathered that it was intended to keep the pig from resting his weight on me. I was skeptical. It didn't look like it could support three hundred pounds.

I lay my head back down once I got a look at the contraption they had me strapped to. Steve finished stretching out the canvas and fastening it to the sides of the frame. He fastened my ankles to a cross piece at the bottom so that I couldn't close my legs. When he was finished he stood up and gingerly stepped onto the canvas. I felt his weight on my stomach. But it wasn't painful. The canvas seemed to be holding. Of course, Steve only weighed about a hundred and seventy-five or eighty pounds.

Steve looked around proudly and said, "I think it'll hold."

Delon replied, "I don't much give a damn. Go get the pig."

I wanted to keep my eyes closed. I really didn't want to have to see this. But I just had to look. I couldn't help it.

Sammy came in leading a nervous and very reluctant pig. It looked huge! He dragged it up to my face and it sniffed around, huffing and snorting and apparently becoming aroused by the smell of the sperm on my face. He didn't lick me, though. I was at least glad for that.

After a minute or two of that filthy animal exhaling in my face and making me ill, Sammy dragged him away. When he did I glanced over and saw something that really scared the hell out of me. His cock! It was shaped like a fucking corkscrew! How the hell did they think that thing would possibly go inside of me?!

But they had a plan. The pig was led up between my legs. He seemed to be a lot more cooperative now. He sniffed at all the slime that was running out of me. Then he was led up over me.

Thankfully, the canvas that Steve rigged up to support his weight was holding. He was pressing down on my chest and it was difficult to breathe. I could feel his hot body pressing down through the canvas. But he wasn't actually crushing me. Now I just had to pray the canvas would hold.

The pig felt his strange looking cock pressing against my body. I'm sure he never had sex with a human female before. But he recognized that smell and he felt my warm body under him. He wasn't asking any questions.

I began to think that this wasn't going to work. A couple of times the funny looking head of his cock got past the entrance to my vagina. But each time he swiveled his hips and it came free.

They either planned for that or improvised. After a couple of failed attempts one of the blondes was pushed roughly down to her knees beside me. She wouldn't look at my face. She looked off into space and reached under the pig. I felt her hand guiding his cock and seconds later several inches of it were buried inside of me.

She continued to steady his cock as he swiveled his hips as if trying to screw his cock into me. It felt very strange inside of me. Apart from how disgusting the act itself was, his funny shaped cock felt much different than a human cock. But the thing that was freaking me out was that it just kept going, he was fucking me with slow, short strokes. Each stroke drove more of his cock into me. And it kept going deeper until it reached my cervix. Up until then it had just been disgusting. Now it was getting painful. The funny shaped head of his cock seemed to go all the way through my cervix and into my uterus!

I was crying hard now and really freaking out. I would have been jumping all over the place if I wasn't strapped down so securely. But then came the strangest sensation of all. The head of his dick seemed to clamp down on the inside of my uterus! I swear it! I could feel it!

He stopped moving then. He was breathing heavy and grunting quietly. But thank god he wasn't moving. And then I felt it. There was a warm spray filling my uterus. It was very similar to the other night when Delon's dog fucked me. But he wasn't cumming in my vagina. His hot cum was flowing directly into my uterus!

And all I could do was cry.

It went on and on. I could feel my uterus filling up. It was the strangest thing. I've never been so aware of my uterus. I could picture what was happening inside of me in my mind and it made me physically ill. But it seemed like it would never end.

I did some research later. I learned that a pig can ejaculate for as long as thirty minutes. It seemed like twice that long. I could tell when it was over. Not from what was happening inside of me. Suddenly the animal got restless and started looking around. He had a hard time getting off of me because the frame I was fastened to was so wide. But I felt the head of his cock release the mouth of my uterus and begin to recede until at last he pulled free.

As soon as his cock was out of me he struggled off the canvas that was supporting him and Sammy led him away.

I saw the camera focusing on my pussy. I felt the animal's semen draining out of me. But it was thick, thicker than either a man or a dog. It just kept slowly oozing out of me almost like thick pudding.

I hoped that it was over. But I knew it wasn't. They mentioned a long list of animals they wanted to mate me with and I think we all knew that no matter what else happened this was going to be their only chance to do this to me.

Someone might die. Or someone might end up in prison. But when this horrible day was over Delon won't ever get another chance to do this to me. Hopefully he won't be able to do it to any other woman. One way or another I was going to do my best to see to that.

Jarek and Steve came over and unfastened the straps holding me in place. They had a brief discussion about cleaning me off but Delon wanted me to stay the way I was. I missed the end of the conversation, though. I was distracted when Sammy came back in leading a huge horse.

I heard one of the women groan. I looked over and saw the look of horror on the face of the young girl, the one I was almost certain was in those pictures with horses and dogs.

The man at whose feet she was sitting laughed and said, "Don't worry, sweetheart. It ain't for you ... this time."

She shuddered and then sat there crying quietly.

Sammy tied the horse to one of the poles holding the loft up. I noticed that he only left about six inches of slack. I dreaded what was about to happen but I was glad that the poor beast couldn't move around very much.

Delon pulled me to my feet and pulled me over to the horse. He stood me right by the huge animal's head and held me there. The horse smelled the cum and started getting fidgety. He turned his head and sniffed at me. Delon nudged me closer and held me in place while the horse first sniffed and then stuck out his huge tongue and lapped my face and then my breasts.

When he cleaned the cum that had dripped down on my tits he began to sniff the cum draining down from my freshly fucked pussy. Fortunately he couldn't lower his head that far.

While the horse was enjoying a little foreplay with me, two of the women had been sent over to assist. They were running their hands down his sides and his flanks, presumably to calm him and get him used to being touched.

When the horse stopped lapping me he looked back at the two women, one on either side of him, and then faced forward and waited to see what they were going to do.

He didn't have to wait long. They bent down and reached under his belly. They were massaging his cock.

Delon pulled me away from the animal's head and said, "I want you to sit down, scoot under him and start sucking his cock."

I hadn't seen his cock yet. But I've seen enough pictures recently that I knew what to expect. I squatted down and moved into place under his belly. He was so large that I only had to bend my head slightly to fit under him.

That was when I learned that the pictures can't really prepare you for having two feet of hard, throbbing horse cock in your face. I stared at that massive tube of flesh in shock before Delon kicked my hip with his pointy toed shoe.

The two women were supporting his cock with the gnarled tip right by my lips and each was moving a hand up and down that incredibly long shaft. I stared at it for a few seconds, all too aware of Darnell squatting down beside me and sticking that fucking camera right in my face.

I could smell horse sweat and horse piss and god knows what else. I just knew that I couldn't do this. But at the same time I knew that I would.

Delon kicked me again and snarled, "Kiss it, bitch!"

I shuddered and struggled to keep from vomiting. But I leaned forward and began to kiss the misshapen head of his cock as ordered. A minute later he snapped, "Okay. Now lick it."

I began to lick the head of his cock. I couldn't really isolate the things I tasted. It all came together to form one word, bitter. I could only taste bitter.

I licked the head of his cock listlessly for several minutes. I guess Delon got bored. He finally ordered me to start sucking. I almost refused. But I knew that I would only be tortured, probably with that cattle prod, until I did what they wanted.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and forced about an inch of horse cock between my lips. I couldn't actually suck it. It was too large. They seemed satisfied when I held onto the end of his cock with my hands and moved my lips up and down on the last inch or two.

I remembered those pictures of women who were made to perform this same horrible act. They all ended with a dehumanized woman with cum flowing out of her mouth and nose, coating her chin and her chest and running down her stomach. And now I was doing it. I wonder what it will taste like.

I was about to find out, but not that way. One of the women quietly said, "He's going to cum."

I was shocked when the cock was pulled away from me. But when I saw what they were doing I almost fainted. The women were masturbating the horse into a large water glass!

Their hands were flying up and down the shaft and a third woman from the audience was holding the glass at the business end of his huge cock. I was unable to look away. I couldn't even turn my head when I saw the eruption of milky white horse cum that began to rapidly fill the glass. I knew what was going to happen to the glass and I knew now that I was going to be deathly ill.

I would do what they demanded of me. I was too scared not to obey Delon after all that I've already suffered in order to amuse him and the others. But there was no way I could do what they were about to demand of me and not get sick.

The glass was three quarters full by the time they took it away from the end of the horse's cock. Delon ordered me to lick the end of the horse's cock clean.

I obeyed listlessly. I could taste the cum faintly. But it was just a hint of what was to come.

The three women were ordered back to their seats. The one with the glass handed it to me with a sympathetic look on her face for just a second. But as she turned to walk away she buried her emotions.

I sat there holding that warm glass and staring in dismay at the contents. The camera was there to capture my horror.

Delon squatted down beside me and said, "You know what you have to do. What happens next is up to you. We can move on to the dogs and then it'll be over. Or you can screw this up and we can bring in more horses until you get it right. And if you still can't get it right we can strap you down on that bench and see how you like getting fucked by a horse. I imagine that'll be painful. But there's women in Mexico doing it with donkeys so I guess it can be done."

My brain wasn't really working anymore. It shut down as I watched the glass in my hand filling up. I understood what he was saying. I knew now that I still had a pack of dogs to fuck. I knew I had to drink this ... stuff. I heard something about fucking horses and donkeys but that part didn't really register. I knew I couldn't do that. Or at least I couldn't do that and survive.

Delon moved back and watched along with everyone else. I looked around the room at the men staring at me. The women weren't. They were all looking away. Some were crying. For some reason I had stopped. I wanted to cry. But the tears weren't coming anymore.

I caught a strong whiff of the contents of the glass in my hand and looked down again. I remembered Delon's words. "You know what you have to do."

Yes. I know. I have to drink this glass of ... I have to swallow what's in the glass.

I took a deep breath and lifted the glass to my lips. I started to tilt my head back but the top of my head hit the horse's belly and he skittered to the side nervously. I tried again. This time I met no resistance and the warm, slimy contents of the glass began to fill my mouth.

I gagged and started to vomit. But somehow Delon's words sank in. If I didn't do this right I'd have to do it again. I forced myself to calm down and finally managed to swallow. Things were getting blurry. My body had finally been able to find more tears stored in there somewhere. They were flowing now.

I took another big gulp and managed to get it down with a little less trouble. Then another, and another. Finally I was able to force myself to tilt my head back and gulp it down.

When the glass was empty I put it down on the floor. I sat there holding my stomach and struggling to keep it all down. There was just no way I could go through this again.

I heard Delon say, "Good girl! Now there are just half a dozen dogs to satisfy. I think the first three can fuck you. That will give you a chance to let your stomach calm down. Then you can suck off the last three. I suppose some of the men are going to want to piss on you before they leave. Steve tells me he's going to fill your ass with hot piss. I think that'll be interesting. Come on. Let's go back over to the other side so everyone has a good view."

I started to struggle to my feet but he said, "Crawl on all fours like the bitch you are."

I fell back down on my ass and turned over onto my hands and knees. The tears were coming down pretty hard now and I couldn't see very well. I could make out shapes of the men sitting across the barn on the hay bales.

I only got about four or five feet across the rough wooden floor when there was some kind of commotion. The barn door slid open a couple of feet and someone had come in. I'm not really certain what happened after that. I lowered my head and covered my ears to try to block out the sounds of something very solid smacking into flesh and the horrible screams.

It seemed to go on and on forever. I curled up in a ball with my hands over my ears still and my eyes squeezed shut. I could hear myself chanting, "Make it stop!" over and over. But it seemed like it never would.

Someone squatted down beside me and touched me. I screamed. I couldn't help it. But my hand was pulled away from my ear and I heard Doug's soft voice almost whispering, "It's over, Brooke. It's alright. They can't hurt you anymore. I'm so fucking sorry! We've been looking all over the fucking place for you. I tried, baby. I tried to get here sooner. Nobody knew where this fucking farm was!"

He tried to help me up. He tried to hold me.

I shuddered and pushed him away. I couldn't let him touch me now. Not now. Maybe not ever again.

It took me a minute or two to realize that Doug wasn't alone. I looked around the barn. The only men standing were Cory, Otis, one of the janitors from the plant, Mel, and Nathan from the shipping department. All the other men were on the floor. Some were holding various parts of their bodies and moaning. Others were silent, hopefully they were just unconscious.

The eight women were gathered together in a stall, crouched down and crying. They were all terrified.

Doug and Cory gently helped me to my feet. I rushed for an empty stall and dropped to my knees. I spent the next few minutes making horrible noises as the disgusting contents of my stomach came back up.

Doug tried to help me, to comfort me. But I pleaded to be left alone. I was disgusting enough without him having to witness this.

I finally emptied my stomach. After a bout of dry heaves I struggled to my feet and went looking for someplace to clean up. There was a water trough outside of the side door. The water wasn't all that clean but it was warm. I stood in it and rinsed off as much as possible. When I had most of the crud off of my body I went back inside and looked around for something I could use to dry off.

I couldn't find anything so Doug tore some very expensive shirts off two of the men on the floor. They were conscious but never said a word.

While I was drying my face one of the men tried to get to his feet when he thought no one was watching. Otis swung a baseball bat and caught him in the back of the knee. He dropped like a rock and lay there crying and holding his leg.

Doug helped me put my skirt and blouse back on and put my shoes back on my feet. He looked around at the men laid out on the floor and started going around to all of them. He took their wallets out of their pockets, removed all the cash and their driver's licenses. He dropped their wallets back onto their stomachs and asked each one if they had a problem with what he had just done.

None of them did.

I looked around at them. Some of them were hurt pretty badly. One was still unconscious. There were a lot of limbs that seemed to be resting at unnatural angles, including Delon's arm. His face, like many of the faces I could see was covered with blood. He was curled up in a ball crying like a baby.

The guys all gathered around me and between all the apologies for not getting here sooner and the worried requests for some assurance that I was going to be alright I couldn't get a word in edgewise.

Nathan came back in from outside carrying a large knife. He saw the worried look on my face and smiled. He said, "Tires."

I smiled at him, relieved that he hadn't stabbed anyone. It wasn't that I cared about any of these men. But I wouldn't want Nathan to get in trouble.

Everyone turned their attention to the girls in the empty stall. They had quieted down a little but they were still scared shitless. I said, "Let me talk to them."

I went into the stall. I slid down to the floor and sat there with them. They acted like wild animals caught in a trap. They were terrified.

I sighed, thinking about what they've been going through. It made me sick. I've had two weeks of Delon. These women have had it a lot worse for a lot longer. I couldn't even imagine what their lives have been like.

I finally asked, "Are you ready to get away from them?"

For a long time no one said a word. Finally one of them whispered, "We have nowhere to go. We have nothing. We..."

She sobbed and said, "You'd be doing us a favor if you had those men kill us now."

They all seemed to feel the same way.

I fought back my own tears and asked, "Why don't we try something else first? Let's get you out of here and talk it out. I couldn't live with myself if I left you here with those men."

One of the other women said, "They're dangerous. They won't let it end here."

I wasn't certain that she wasn't right about that. But when I thought of the way they were lying around out there I thought maybe it would be a good thing if they didn't let it end here. I would hate to think of them doing to other women what they have done to these women.

I said, "You may be right. They may not let it end here. And maybe the next time they'll learn and even harsher lesson. But either way, isn't it better to make the effort to get away. You can't go on living like you have been."

I heard a horrible sound right about then. I recognized it. Someone was getting hit with a bat. There was a terrible scream followed by a man sobbing like a little girl. I assumed that someone had done something they shouldn't have. But then I heard it again. And then again! I was holding my hands pressed tightly over my ears. I turned and looked between the railings of the stall we were in just in time to see Mel swing the bat up between the legs of one of the men.

He was going from man to man, hitting each one in the nuts with the bat! And those weren't love taps! It would be a long time before any of those men raped another woman, if ever.

I waited until he finished. He walked past the crying and pleading forms of Delon's little gang and stood over Delon. Inexplicably, I wanted to stop him. But that wouldn't make sense. Delon was responsible for all of this. He brought all these people together for this incredibly perverse scene right out of Dante's Inferno. The Marquis De Sade couldn't have organized a more cruel party.

No. I couldn't bring myself to interfere. Delon should have left well enough alone. He had this coming.

But I couldn't watch. I turned back around and waited for the sound of the bat and the scream. Only then did I uncover my ears and say to the women, "I don't think they want you anymore."

Most of them still looked terrified. But one of them, the young one, the one I recognized from the pictures said, "I wish I could have been the one to do that to Tony. All I've been able to think about for the last five months is killing that cocksucker!"

I smiled at her and said, "I'll make you a deal. If he comes back I'll make sure that you get to do just that."

I got to my feet and said, "Come on, ladies. Let's go get a drink."

I started helping them up. They continued to cling to each other. They seemed to be slowly calming down. But they were still scared and I suppose they had every right to be. They didn't know any of us. They could end up being just as bad off with us as they were with those men out there on the floor.

I smiled at them and said, "I know it isn't over for you. You have a lot to recover from. I'll help. I'll make sure you're safe and taken care of. I'll help you start new lives if that's what you want or I'll help you go back to your old ones. But first you need to rest and recover and let this nightmare fade into the background."

I'm not sure that they totally believed me. But they followed me out of the stall and past the men who have been their captors for so long. They looked at the carnage and they looked at the men who came to rescue me. It didn't appear that any of them had even worked up a sweat.

I led the women over to Doug and said, "I told them..."

He smiled reassuringly and said, "I know. I heard you. And I'm totally behind you. Let's get everyone home. We'll get everyone a couple of drinks and a meal and I'll see if we can find a doctor who can be discreet."

Fortunately, Mel and Nathan were driving the company van. Five of the girls were able to fit in there. The other three rode with us. We gathered in the parking lot before loading up the vehicles. I looked around and saw that all four tires on every car there was flat. That made a lot of us smile. Before I got in and we started for home I went around and hugged and kissed every man that had just saved me from that barn. I thanked them all with all of my heart.

Cory smiled sheepishly and said, "I still feel sorry for starting out as part of the problem. I hope you'll be able to forget about that someday."

I smiled and kissed him on the cheek again. I said, "You've been doing a very good job of making it up to me and my girlfriends. You just keep that up and we'll call it even in a year or two."

He hugged me then. It looked like he was going to cry! I patted him on the cheek and said, "Cory, don't feel bad. You and Otis both were very nice to me, even then. I don't have anything but good feeling about both of you. So get over it, pussy!"

He laughed and rolled his eyes. He turned to Otis and exclaimed, "For this abuse I wasted half a tank of gas driving around look for her ass!"

I got serious then. I held his hand and said, "And I'll never forget that. I love you. And I owe you."

He stopped smiling and said, "I love you. And you owe me nothing. Now go get in the car before one of those assholes calls 411 to get the number for 911. I don't want to be standing here when the sirens start serenading."

Smart thinking!

We got into the cars and headed for our house.

We drove in silence for a long time. I had a million questions for the three women in the backseat. But it was too soon. They needed time. I know, because they've suffered much more than I have and I needed time. There was no way I could tell anyone about what happened to me today.

I haven't known what time it was since before Delon kidnapped me from my office. We were half way home before I noticed the clock on the dash. It was almost three o'clock. But when I tried to remember what time Delon carried me out of my office I couldn't remember anything at first. The morning was pretty fuzzy. It was several minutes before I remembered that Helen went to pick up her husband at the hospital just after nine this morning. Delon came bursting in shortly after she left.

I wondered what would happen now. The odds were that Delon or one of the others would end up telling the police who beat them up so badly. Those men were all going to require hospitalization. Some of them were pretty seriously injured.

I was afraid that my story would have to come out now. But I was even more worried that Doug and the others would get in trouble. I could only hope that the men laid out back there in the barn would keep their mouths shut in order to keep from getting in even more trouble. If the entire story came out they would be in a lot of trouble. They were guilty of kidnapping and rape at the very least. There must be a whole bunch of other things they could be charged with.

We all went in the house. I invited Nathan and Mel to stay but they insisted that they had to get back to work. They've been away from the plant most of the day looking for me and they had to get back and make sure everything was in order.

I called Cindy to make certain that the report went out. She was almost hysterical and she didn't calm down when she heard my voice. Helen finally took the phone away from her. I insisted that I was alright. She wanted to come right over but we already had a pretty full house. I suggested tomorrow would be better. She assured me that the report went out on time and everyone was paid despite all the confusion.

We got all the women settled in with a drink in their hand. I went up and took a long shower. I put on some comfortable clothes and headed back downstairs. My curiosity got the best of me when I was walking by the computer room. I went in and checked the website where Delon posted my pictures. It was down. I could only hope that was permanent. I resolved to keep checking.

We didn't have enough of any one thing on hand to feed this many people so Doug ordered a bunch of pizza.

He made me a stiff drink and I rejoined the eight women in the living room. We finally got around to introductions. The women were all from different cities in this state and several surrounding states but they knew each other. They didn't know each other well. They seldom got to talk. The men who controlled them gathered once or twice a month for photo sessions involving the women and large groups of men and/or animals. Apparently the live internet broadcasts were a new idea that started with me.

They all had different stories of how they came to be in that situation. They were most often lured into a compromising situation and then blackmailed into committing more and more perverse acts. Most of them had marriages that had been destroyed by the things they did, the things they were forced to do. Now they couldn't face their families. The men who controlled them had seen to that in order to cement their control over the women.

The youngest girl, the one I recognized was a different matter. Her drunken father sold her to a man last year when she was fifteen. She was quickly broken just like all the others.

Carol came home just about the time we finished sharing our stories. She looked around the room at the eight pretty women in slutty clothes and exclaimed, "I hope I didn't miss the party!"

I replied, "You got here just in time to pay for the pizza."

But Doug paid for the pizza. Cindy arrived just as the pizza guy was leaving. She apologized for coming over without calling but she had to see for herself that I was alright. She hugged me so hard I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. My entire body was sore. But my nipples felt like they were on fire.

I finally pried Cindy off of me and introduced her to the women. I saw the look on her face. She recognized some of them. But after saying hello to them she turned back to me and apologized over and over as if she could have somehow stopped Delon this morning.

I finally told her if she didn't stop apologizing I was going to spank her.

After we ate the pizza I found out how Doug and the others were finally able to locate me. After Delon carried me away, Cindy ran screaming through the plant until she found Doug. He was all the way down at the other end in shipping. He knew that Delon was planning on taking me to a farm belonging to Darnell's cousin before Cory took away his hold on me. He figured that was still the plan.

He called Cory and told him what happened. Cory didn't know who the cousin was and had only the vaguest notion of where the farm was located. They tried to contact Darnell's mother but couldn't locate her. She cleans houses for a living but she has her own clients. She doesn't work for a service. There was no way to find her.

Cory wanted to call the police but Doug knew that if they did the story of the hit and run would come out. He knew I wouldn't want that. They agreed to try to find me on their own first. Nathan and Mel insisted on helping. They split up and drove through the farmland outside of town in three vehicles. They knew that the farm was on the west side of town but that's all they knew and there are a lot of farms out there.

Cory finally spotted the large collection of cars in front of the barn. He drove by the place earlier but it was so far from the road he missed the vehicles. He only caught a glimpse of them when he drove back down the road in the other direction. He called Doug and told him what he'd found. Then he called Nathan. The five of them went charging in, even knowing how outnumbered they were.

After they finished telling me what happened, Cory exclaimed, "Man! You should have seen the karate kid in action! Doug went charging through that door and crippled three of those suckers before anyone else could get through the door. He went kung fu all over their asses! I'm going to have to learn how to do that!"

We turned on the local news at six. We watched one channel and recorded the other two with the DVR. I didn't know whether to be relieved or not when nothing was said on any of the news shows about a large number of severely injured men found on a farm outside of town. There was no way that those men could just leave. Every one of them must be in the hospital now.

We turned the television off after the news. Doug made a quick trip to the store for more beer and booze. Since none of the women were from around here, none of them had any money and they didn't have anywhere safe they could go we discussed where best to put them up for the night.

Carol sighed and said, "I guess it's time to have a talk with Bob. I've been putting it off. Maybe I can get him to go to a motel for the next few nights."

I offered to go with her. She said, "I appreciate that. But I guess it's time for me to grow up and handle my problems."

I said, "If I come with you and keep my mouth shut he couldn't lie about what happened."

She thought about that for a moment and said, "You're right. If you don't mind one more drama for the day, that's a pretty good suggestion."

I slipped my sandals on and we walked down the sidewalk to her house. When we got to the door she stood there for a minute before whispering, "Should I knock?"

I had to stifle a laugh. Then I quickly said, "I'm sorry. It isn't funny. But it kind of is."

She smiled and said, "Thanks for your support, bitch!"

She shook her head and laughed quietly. But it was a nervous laugh. She tried the door. It wasn't locked. We went inside and suddenly it wasn't so funny. The house looked like a tornado had just passed through the living room and kitchen. Bob was lying on the sofa surrounded by empty dishes, pizza boxes and beer bottles.

He looked up at Carol and for just a second it looked like he was going to say something ugly. But then he looked at me and the starch went out of him. He sighed and said, "It doesn't look like you've changed your mind. What do you want?"

She looked around at the mess and I could feel her anger rising even standing behind her. She no longer sounded nervous or tentative when she said, "I need the house. I need you to take what you need for now and go to a motel or go stay with someone for a while. But I need the house."

"Tonight?!"

"Yes. Tonight. Something came up and I need the house."

He shot her an accusing look and snarled, "You got a fucking boyfriend already?!"

She didn't even hesitate. She shot back, "You have a lot of damn nerve! You rape my best friend and worry about me having a boyfriend!? You fucking worm! There isn't a shred of decency in you. Get the hell out! Now!"

I thought she was pushing it. I was afraid he was going get stubborn and make trouble. But after a long pause he sighed and stood up. He went upstairs and we started cleaning up his mess.

He came back down five minutes later with an overnight bag. He said, "I'll be back this weekend for my clothes."

He watched us clean up the living room and kitchen for a moment. He turned to leave but stopped. He turned back to me and said, "Brooke, I'm sorry for what I did. I didn't know you were doing those things against your will at first. I should have. And it wasn't long before I realized it. But by then I guess I had slipped into the pack mentality. I'm ashamed of myself. I thought I was a better person than that. I really do regret it, and not just because it has cost me everything."

I nodded. The truth is that I've seen a lot of that kind of behavior lately. I do understand how people, especially men, can do things they wouldn't normally do under certain circumstances. But it was too soon to consider forgiving him, if I ever could. Instead I just said, "Thank you, Bob."

He nodded and left without another word.

We went back to work. Once the trash was taken out and the dishwasher was running we made the bed upstairs and cleaned up the bathrooms. We were about half way through when Doug called to find out if we were alright. I apologized for not calling. I told him what we were doing and that we would be back in about fifteen minutes.

We finished up and stood just inside her front door looking around to see what we missed. Before we went out I said, "Carol, he really is sorry. Guys are like that sometimes. He went along. But he didn't instigate it. And he didn't go back for more like some of the others."

She looked at me, startled that I was defending what he did. I shrugged and said, "You've known since you were a little girl that guys do dumb shit. It's in their DNA. You loved him once, didn't you?"

"Yes. I did once. I honestly don't know how I feel now. Sometimes I think I might still. But then I think about what he did to a friend and I'm not so sure. Doug wouldn't have done that."

I shrugged as if I wasn't sure. But I knew she was right.

She exclaimed, "Bullshit! You know damned well that Doug would have gone over there that day and started kicking ass."

I turned and took her in my arms. I said, "Okay. I know it. But most men aren't Doug. You aren't in love with Doug. You may or may not be in love with Bob and you seemed pretty happy until a few days ago."

She smiled and said, "Who said I'm not in love with Doug?"

I laughed and said, "It's a good thing I don't mind sharing."

We left then and walked back to my house in the dark. I said, "I can't imagine how those poor women survived what they did for months and months. And that young girl! I only had two weeks of Delon and I nearly lost my mind."

She put her arm around my shoulder and said, "And they had no one. Not to minimize what you went through, but you had Doug and Helen and Cindy and me. And you can't deny that you had some fun, too."

I laughed and agreed. "I wouldn't even try. I did have a lot of fun. I still am. And I'm not perfect yet, but I'm a better person for what I went through. Everyone knows it. Maybe we're both finally growing up."

We found that the crowd had thinned out slightly when we got back to my house. Cory and Otis left. I was sorry they didn't wait. I couldn't thank them enough for what they did for me today.

We told everyone that we now had room for everyone if they didn't mind doubling up at night.

One of them smiled and said, "It's our first night of freedom. It's been almost a year for some of us. I'll sleep standing up if it will help. It'll be worth it."

One of the other women said, "You can sleep with me if don't snore."

Doug asked me if I wanted another drink.

I smiled gratefully and said, "If you don't mind."

He went to the kitchen to make a drink for me and Carol. As soon as he was out of the room one of the women whispered, "You let him tell you what you can drink?"

I smiled and explained, "I got into this mess because of my drinking. He's just looking out for me." But what I thought was, "You let a man rape you for most of a year and take pictures of you having sex with animals. Where the fuck do you get off?!"

I didn't say that though. I guess she's still trying to get the lay of the land.

I asked the women if they had any plans. I made it clear that there was no rush. We would help them get back on their feet as much as possible. But in order to do that we would have to have some idea of what they wanted to do.

No one had an answer for me. They were all single now. None had an established career when they were entrapped by the men that were controlling them. Although several of them looked much older I was surprised to learn that the oldest of them was only twenty-three. She was working part time and going to school part time, trying to pass the GED test when she got sucked in.

One of them had two years of college. Five finished high school and the remaining two dropped out. As I was digging into their backgrounds it occurred to me that we were going to have to start training people to take on when we expanded.

I was looking at Doug to see his reaction when I asked, "Have any of you ever considered working in a furniture manufacturing plant?"

Doug smiled his approval.

One of the women, I still didn't know which ones went with which names. It was too many names for my fuzzy brain to memorize all at once. One of the women answered, "That's been my dream since I was a little girl."

She was just kidding, of course. Most of us were amused. One or two of them seemed to think she was being serious.

She got serious and said, "I don't know how to do that kind of work. But if you know someone that will hire me I'm willing to learn."

Several of the other women nodded.

I said, "We have a plant and we are about to expand. We have more work than we can handle in our present plant. We'll train you and put you to work if you're interested. It will be several months before we can start. But I expect that you're all going to need some pretty intense rape counseling. We'll need to find you all places to live and you'll need some clothes. When you've recovered a little I'll take you through the factory. You can meet some of the people and see what the working conditions are like. If you're interested we'd be happy to work something out with you. If not, we'll see if we can find you something else that suits you.

"No one is going to make you do anything you don't want to do. Not anymore."

It was getting late and we were all exhausted. We started discussing who was going to sleep where. Cindy wanted to spend the night with us. But she would sleep in our bed so she didn't count. Carol had room for five of the women. Two of them could sleep in our spare bedroom and one could sleep on an inflatable mattress in the computer room until we could work out something better.

We left it up to them to decide who went where. After Carol and her herd went to her house we were left with Lori, the sixteen year old girl, Karen and a woman called Pete because her last name was Peters.

Everyone gathered at our house on Saturday morning for a big breakfast. Thankfully, Carol thought to bring her coffeemaker with her. It took three pots of coffee to get us through the morning. We were sitting around after breakfast getting better acquainted and sipping our last cup of coffee when Mel showed up. I let him in and gave him a big kiss. I thanked him again for helping to rescue me yesterday.

He whispered in my ear, "You can pay me back next week at work."

I grinned and said, "I'll be glad to."

I poured him the last cup of coffee. He joined us in the living room and explained that the reason he came by was that he had just been visiting a nephew he hasn't seen in a while. His nephew just happens to be a cop working for the county. He was telling Mel all about a strange crime scene at a farm outside of town. It was the strangest thing. They don't know what to make of it.

There was a 911 call from a hysterical woman who said there were all kinds of half dead men in her barn and someone had beat her son and a nephew half to death. They ended up hauling away thirteen seriously injured men from that barn. Most of them would require several surgeries before they would recover from their injuries.

It was the strangest thing any of the cops ever saw. All of the men's testicles were crushed but it wasn't a sexual assault and there were no women involved, although there were signs that several women had been there.

The men weren't talking. It could have been a robbery. None of the men had any cash on them but their credit cards weren't taken and between them they were wearing a fortune in jewelry. It wasn't touched.

All of their cars were still there, though the tires were all slashed. The cops didn't know what to make of it. A couple of them suspected it might be revenge. The mob didn't seem to be involved.

It looks like they're stumped unless someone talks. The detectives haven't been able to get anything out of them, though.

Doug pointed out that if they admitted what happened they could all be charged with kidnapping and rape. It wasn't likely that they were going to say anything. I was a little concerned that I left DNA evidence there. But as far as I know there is no sample of my DNA on record anywhere with which to compare it.
Epilogue

Things are slowly getting back to normal. After a little time to rest and calm down we arranged for me and our eight guests to receive complete physicals. We were reasonably healthy but we all held our breath for a couple of weeks until the blood work came back.

We contacted a woman who does rape counseling and arranged for both group and individual sessions for everyone. I attended a couple of them at first. But I didn't really need the help. I suspect, and the counselor agreed, that because I had so much support during and after everything happened and because of my unusual attitude I survived relatively intact. We left open the possibility of later sessions if I started having problems.

Carol and Bob didn't get back together, at least not yet. They are seeing a marriage counselor. I'm not hopeful. The longer Carol is separated the more she thinks she doesn't want to get back with him.

Our new additions are under construction and the machinery is on order. Doug enlisted the assistance of a couple of his machine operators. They were happy to earn some extra money giving training to the women after closing time. It's working out so well that we have started hiring and they'll be training the new hires, too.

One of the women has a fondness for antiques and has formed a friendship with Janet. It appears that Janet is going to take her under her wing and train her to make and repair leather furniture.

Only one of the women decided she wasn't cut out for factory work. We found her a job through some friends working as a secretary at J.A.M. Aluminum. She's a lot happier there. Of course, all the women are young. It's quite likely that they will all move on to other things eventually. Not a lot of people take a job in their early twenties and keep it for their entire lives.

Lori is staying with Carol now. She'll be going back to high school in the fall. I'm a little concerned about her being in school with Delon and his friends. But I know that Cory and Otis will look out for her.

We didn't know what to do about housing them. Fortunately I had that money from my parent's estate. I found a small assisted living home that had been shut down by the state after numerous violations. It was empty and about to go on the market. I was able to buy it and do some remodeling. We made what furniture we could for it and bought the rest. Now seven of the women are in the process of moving in and hope to someday be able to pay rent.

After all the harm I've done in my short life, after twenty-six years of selfish behavior I've only begun to atone. Helping these women has gone a long way towards making me feel better about myself. It has been a very rewarding experience.

We bought them a few decent outfits at the mall and a few more things at a secondhand store. We've been paying them while they're in training. It isn't a full salary. But since we are paying for their living quarters and their counseling I think we're being pretty generous.

Cindy made an appointment to get her nipples and her clit pierced. I went with her and while I was there I found some much more reasonable jewelry for my own piercings. It's too soon for her to appreciate hers. But mine have healed up despite all the abuse and I love them. It seems like I'm horny all the time so Doug loves them, too.

Cindy, Carol and I spend a lot of our free time together now. And we invite Cory and Otis over a lot, too.

Helen has begun to spend more time with us. She had it out with her husband. She finally told him off. She expected him to kick her out when she told him that she had only been going to church all those years to please him and that she wasn't going anymore. She made it clear that from then on she was going to spend more time with her friends. She wears sexy clothes sometimes and she says that although he is reluctant to admit it he kinds of likes some of the changes. One of the changes he doesn't like is that he no longer gets waited on hand and foot and at her insistence he has started to exercise. It's too soon to tell how that's going to work out.

We never saw Steve again. If he came back to his house it wasn't while we were outside. One day, not long after the incident at the farm, a moving van pulled up to his house. There was a for sale sign out front the next day.

I've seen Delon a few times. I haven't spoken to him and doubt if I ever will. He carries a cane now and walks with a very bad limp. I guess his days of playing sports are over. There was only one occasion when we made eye contact. We were both going out to get our newspapers out of the box at the same time. We looked up and saw each other across the street.

I'm not sure what I expected to see, anger, hate, maybe even embarrassment. But I looked in his eyes and it didn't even look like he knew who I was! I knew then that he was no longer a threat.

I never saw his friends again. I heard from Mel that the eight men from out of town dispersed back to their various home towns, all with permanent and sometimes severe injuries that would cause them problems for the rest of their lives. I found it difficult to feel sorry for them. No. I found it impossible.

I opened a new email account. I deleted all of the emails in my old account from the perverts, except for the mysterious stranger from my past. I exchanged a few more emails in an attempt to discover who from my real life has seen those terrible pictures. It turned out to be a girl I went to school with but didn't know well. She lived near me but is a couple of years younger than me so we didn't know each other well.

She was married briefly after graduation but is single now and has developed an interest in being a submissive. She stumbled on the website where my pictures were posted and because she never actually experienced most of those things she really just wanted to know what it was like. I've invited her to come visit for an upcoming long weekend and I promised to answer all of her questions.

The police case is still open but no one is working it. None of the men ever said a word to the detectives about what happened in the barn that day.

I think that pretty much sums it up. The only thing I left out is the shopping trips that we've made to Sweet Nothings and the interesting parties we've attended with Jo and her friends. All but three of the large group of friends she introduced us to work at or are associated with J.A.M. Aluminum. They are a wild bunch but nice and a lot of fun.

If you haven't already read it, their story is told in "A Chance to Advance." You might enjoy reading about them.

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