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M/f, humil, nc, blackmail, slavery, very beast

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Enslaved | Bored Housewife

The following tale is for mature adults only. If you are of an
age that in your jurisdiction it is considered illegal to view this
material then sign off now and go somewhere else. This story
contains scenes of true pornography involving consenting adults of
both sexes and the same sex, It also contains descriptions of sex
between human females and dogs if this is liable to disturb you I
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ENSLAVED.. (MMMF, FFFF, BEAST)

The beginning of this story was posted originally about late 80's
and made the rounds of various BBS. At that time the title was
ENSLAVED.....I think that title more accurately depicts what
happens to this woman. First she is enslaved by friends and then
by her own passions.

One section of this story was written by another writer who felt he
could not do justice to the incomplete original story. His
contribution is kept within the overall story, but is moved
slightly further back in the story. For those of you who have read
the original parts, all other new parts with that exception have
been written by me. Unfortunately, having gotten this far in the
with the manifest changes being experienced by this woman, I think
this needs some more story and a really punchy ending.

Do you have any suggestions please
mail them to me.

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ENSLAVED
PART I © Chapter 1

It was a warm September afternoon. Here I was, a mid-thirties,
suburban housewife walking down the quiet, suburban street I lived
on, on the way to Gloria's house. It was fairly windy, a gust
whipped up and I had to reach down to hold my skirt. I suppose my
modesty wasn't really in jeopardy but the skirt was considerably
shorter than what I was accustomed to wearing. Having looked at
myself in the mirror before leaving home, I noticed that the
bustline of the dress certainly accentuated my 36C breasts and the
skirt flaired enough to emphasize my narrow waist and lush hips.
Gloria had asked me to assist her with a party she was
throwing for her husband Dave's boss. He had just started a new
job she really wanted to impress him. Part of his new
responsibilities included entertaining customers. She was originally
going to hire several college girls to serve food and drinks but she
suggested that maybe I would want to help and in return she would
forget the $65.00 I had borrowed earlier that month. I readily
agreed, the party sounded like fun. Gloria thought about renting
maids uniforms for us but decided against it, she then asked us both
to wear matching skirts and blouses. She had called me earlier in
the week and told me that mine was almost ready, I had gone over to
her place to try the skirt on. I was uncomfortable with how short
it was but she laughed it off, reminding me that I was about 20
years behind the times. I didn't want to appear too prudish, I
didn't know any of these people and wouldn't be the only one
dressed like this, besides it was no worse than what many other
women were wearing these days; so I agreed to wear it. I had to
admit the outfit didn't look too bad on me, a red and black checked
skirt, white blouse, red scarf, black high heels and suntan panty
hose. It may have looked all right but it wasn't designed to
protect me from the November gusts I shivered and hurried along the
sidewalk.

Gloria met me at the door, she laughed and asked me if it was going
to snow. We stood on the porch and discussed the overcast weather
for a moment, until she noticed me shivering. We stepped inside to
begin preparations for the evening. Gloria was busy on the phone
so I did most of the straightening up, setting up the buffet, etc.
About 5:00, a pretty young girl came to the door wearing the same
outfit I was in. We introduced each other; Paula was to help me
serve. She seemed nice, pert, maybe a little impertinent but
friendly enough and I had to admit in that outfit with her figure,
she looked smashing. She told me she was a 19 year old student at
a nearby JC. I said goodbye to Pete and Chris, Gloria's kids, 16
and 14 respectively. They were going to their own party that
night, so they wouldn't be disturbed by ours. They were actually
the reason for my friendship with Gloria; Chris was my 15 year old
daughter Karen's best friend. And Pete was Karen's boyfriend. He
had always scared me, I thought he might be too "mature" for her,
but what could I do?

Gloria came down about 7:30. Dave had just gotten home and the
guests had just started arriving. Mostly couples, mid twenties to
early forties, they were quite well dressed. There were about 25
people in all, including Paula and I. I was introduced to most of
the guests and was flattered by the interest all took in me
although a little uncomfortable. The women were less friendly,
maybe even condescending. It seems that Gloria had mentioned
something about me to most of them. I was involved in putting away
the guests' coats and serving drinks. At one point I walked by the
kitchen and heard Gloria on the phone. Something caught my
attention and I froze, listening to the conversation......"36 years
old, married, 3 kids, 5'6", 120lbs, green eyes, brown hair, has no
idea what's going on. This bitch has never even thought about
anyone other than her husband." At that the party on the other end
must have said something, for Gloria was silent. I was
dumbfounded, she couldn't be talking about me??
About this time she looked up and noticed me standing there.
She looked startled but recovered well, "what are you doing? Dammit
Joan this is personal I'd appreciate it if"........I turned and
went back into the living room; the incident seemed strange but I
really didn't think it was important, I could confront her later.
I didn't think she really had been talking about me.

I went into the living room, it was quite large, with a
fireplace in the center. They had used furniture to divide it into
two "rooms"; a family room and a more formal living room. I went
to the buffet table set up in the adjoining dining room and started
helping Paula serve. Occasionally one of us would carry around a
tray of drinks. I began to feel slightly uncomfortable, out of
place. There was an air of excitement in the room but whenever I
got near enough to a group to hear or join in the conversation it
seemed to die; sudden pauses, pregnant silences etc. This happened
several times and I was wondering what was going on. Paula seemed
to fit right in though. When she brought around a tray I saw her
laughing with the main group. One of the men put his arm around in
a manner that suggested they had not just met. Several of them
including Paula looked over in my direction as if appraising me,
then Paula returned and offered to relieve me for a while. This
went on until about 9:30.

Dave came over and took my arm, "there's someone I want you to
meet". He introduced me to Craig, his boss, and Phil, Gloria's
brother. Both men seemed seriously interested in my life, my
family, job etc. and were really probing me for details. This
seemed strange too but a welcome relief from the alienation I had
been feeling up to this point. I took a glass of wine and began to
loosen up.

About half an hour later Gloria gathered all the guests back
into the living room, saying "it's time folks". Everyone seemed
quite excited at this and I wondered, "what in the world".........I
was on my 2nd glass of wine, (I never drink), and slightly
lightheaded. Phil gently took it out of my hands, took my arm
firmly and guided me to the living room. The chairs and couches
had been rearranged in a semi circle in front of the fireplace. In
the center a long low coffee table had been placed. The guests
were seated or standing around the table. Phil guided me to the
front, I was confused but held his arm. Gloria stood in front of
the table facing everyone.

"This is something I have been looking forward to for a while.
Joan has been interested in Indian rights for some time. She
doesn't know it but tonight she is going to help collect money for
the cause". There was a general outbreak of laughter at that. I
decided that I would prefer to be standing in the back and started
to move but found my arms suddenly grabbed. I froze. "Bring her
up here", Gloria commanded. Paula and Jan (a friend of mine who had
just convinced me to join the church's Garden Club) each took one
arm and pulled me up on the coffee table, I resisted but not
toohard, not knowing what was coming. I was turned so that I faced
the group, my arms still held, and my hair wrapped around Paula's
hand, she forced my head so I had to face the group.

Gloria smiled at me and told me to relax, "this won't be too
bad we're just going to auction off some clothing". The room
erupted with laughter. I was numb, too shocked to scream. Gloria
stood next to the table "what do I hear for her scarf?"; some one
offered $1.00, another $2.00, the bidding went up to $5.00. At
that time Gloria accepted the bid, and reached for me, ripping the
scarf from around my neck. I screamed, a hand was clamped around
my face. The scarf was forced down my throat and with my arms held
I couldn't get it out. People started to sit down, they all
appeared to know what was going to happen. "Next up, her blouse",
There was some cursory bidding, Gloria backed up close to the
table, I saw the opportunity and tried to kick her. That was a
mistake. Phil and Craig grabbed both legs. They each took hold of
an ankle. In addition they rubbed their hands up and down my
thighs and up under my skirt, much to the amusement of the other
guests. I was sobbing in my humiliation but there was no escape.

After a little more bidding my blouse was removed. Phil won
the bidding and took it off himself. They bent me over a little so
that his face was level with mine. He reached out and ripped my
blouse down the front, he jerked my arms out, I tried to cover up
but Jan twisted my arm until I gagged. I relaxed and they
straightened me back up. I was held there, up on the table with
just my bra on. I went blank for a moment, the only other man who
had ever seen me like this was Tom......... I never in my worst
dreams imagined this could ever happen. Paula fingered a gold
chain I was wearing. It had a diamond pendant. Tom had given it
to me for our 12th wedding anniversary. It was sold for $5.00. It
was ripped off my neck, the chain breaking at the clasp, and
ripping my neck. Gloria told Paula to hold up my ring finger so my
wedding band could be examined, "she won't be needing that
tonight". It went for a few dollars. I was still kind of in
shock, I was sobbing but was still unbelieving. These things
really don't happen. Again Gloria stepped up. She reached out and
snapped the strap on my bra. "What do I hear for this fine Maiden
Form Brassiere?".... The other guests all laughed at her sarcasm,
they talked among themselves but most of the attention was riveted
on me. The bidding went on. My bra was sold for $20.00. Gloria
didn't make any move to remove it though, I was shaking like a
leaf, what next? "Whoever correctly guesses what size this item of
clothing is shall have the privilege of removing it, however an
incorrect guess costs $5.00". She reached back and looked at the
tag and laughed, "not bad, who's your plastic surgeon?". I was
turned and poked by several guys "so they could have a fightin'
chance of guessing right". Several people tried guessing, on the
third guess Steve's wife Marie said "36D", and Gloria smiled...."we
have a winner". Marie "graciously allowed" Steve to remove the
bra. He took his time. He poked, rubbed and fondled me to the
delight of the crowd for about five minutes. I had lost control by
then, sobbing hysterically. Finally He removed it, and his hands.
I had noticed earlier that several people had brought camera's
with them, now it appeared that everyone had. I was turned and
twisted to pose for these people, my hair practically ripped out of
my head to force me to look into the cameras. Paula reached down,
still holding one arm and ripped my skirt up to my waist,
flashbulbs popped. They didn't bother with the formality of
auctioning my skirt, it disappeared in a frenzy. I passed out.

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