Enslaved | Bored Housewife

PART 2

When I awoke I was spreadeagled on my back on the coffee table,
feet tied, each to a leg, arms held back over my head by Paula and
Jan, and was surrounded by the guests, Gloria was slapping my
face. When I opened my eyes she smiled "she's ready now" Craig was
standing at my feet. His wife ritualistically unbuttoned his
trousers and pulled them down. She caressed his penis but it was
throbbing, he didn't need much help. When he entered me it was
rough. I screamed into the gag and everyone broke into hysterical
laughter. Craig even stopped and smiled, but not for long. He had
intercourse with me more roughly than I ever imagined possible.
Each stroke seemed to burn itself into my insides. I looked up
once into his eyes and saw a terrible fury there. When he was done
He pulled out and stood up, He moved to the head of the table and
stood over me his penis dripping into my face. He put one foot on
the table next to my face and motioned Paula and Jan to pose on
either side of him like a champion race car driver being
congratulated after a victory while his wife took several
snapshots. They also each put a leg up on the table, their nyloned
legs flanking him as Marion took the shots. I tried to cover up,
Jan grabbed an arm and I was jerked back into a helpless position.
After Craig, the other men began taking turns on me. They blanked
into one another I was only semi-aware when one was done and
another started.

Again I blacked out. I was thinking about Tom and Karen my 14
year old, (and Pete's girlfriend). I imagined myself with them on
the beach during our last vacation. I was warm and comfortable.
In my dream I was warm and comfortable, I thought I saw my son
coming towards me with a cold coke. He threatened to pour it on
me. I awoke with a start to look up into Steve's face as he
rubbed a cold bottle of beer against my crotch. Things were
quieter, the lights had been turned off in this end of the room,
there were several candles lit.

I was no longer gagged nor held down. Steve helped untie my ankles
and his wife Marie gently guided me to a couch. I noticed that
most of the guests were gone, there were several couples sitting at
the other end of the room talking with Gloria and Dave but they
paid us no attention. Marie helped me gather my shoes, panty hose,
bra and what was left of my blouse. My panties were nowhere to
be found. I put on my panty hose and with Marie's help my shoes
and skirt. Steve was still holding my blouse and bra. Gloria
noticed something and walked down to our end of the room. "Steve
let me help you with that stuff, It's not fit for Joan to wear
anymore so let's just chuck it". With that Steve frowned but
handed her the clothing and she tossed it into the fireplace where
it disappeared in a temporary resurgence of the dying fire.
Marie and Steve both looked a little sympathetic, they sat on the
couch on either side of me. They were both quite gentle, and after
the last hours I clung to that. The room was warm but I was still
shaking uncontrollably. Steve held me to stop my shaking. For the
first time I could remember I stopped sobbing. I didn't resist
when Steve cupped one breast. He was gentle and I felt a little
safer being held. Marie spoke up. "I saved your wedding ring for
you, want it back? Of course,.... listen though Steve has a
fantasy about this, would you be willing to help him live it? It's
a lot easier than what you've already been through tonight". I
nodded agreement silently. I knew I had no choice and I was more
comfortable here than I would have been if Gloria noticed me again.
And they were so kind, I wanted to preserve that desperately.

Steve reached for my hand and held it while Marie slipped the
ring on my ring finger. Steve unzipped his pants and motioned for
me to pull his member out. I hesitated but when Marie started to
move I reached for it. I took it out, It was hard almost
immediately. Marie guided me to the floor in front of Steve where
I knelt. She pushed my Face down into his crotch and I understood
I was to take it in my mouth. I gagged but did it. After a few
moments she pulled my head back and told me that if I wanted to I
could just use my hand but I would have to let him come in my face.
Dumbly I cooperated. I was in a kind of shock. Every time I tried
to use my right hand she stopped me, I was to only use my left.
When he came he spurted in my face and on my hand which went up to
protect my eyes. He came a lot, it was warm and felt smooth
against my skin.

Flash bulbs popped. I looked left and there were Paula and
Gloria both recording this moment for posterity. Me topless, on
my knees, Steve's cock in my face and cum dripping off my face and
hand (later I was to learn that it was dripping off my ring, that
was the object of the exercise). When Steve finished cumming,
Marie wiped his cock off with my other hand and replaced it in his
pants. They both got up as if I wasn't even there and joined the
other group. I heard a long burst of hysterical laughter. Gloria
spoke up as they left. "Get on your feet and bring us some wine,
and see if anyone wants any dessert." I complied, it didn't seem
like there was anything else to do at the time.

It was about 2:00 AM by then. I served dessert and a little
wine to the remaining guests. I was directed to again remove my
skirt and kneel on the floor under the lamp where they could all
see me, until I was needed. I complied. I tried not to look into
anyone's eyes, I was sobbing again but afraid of making too much
noise. At one point Gloria got up and threw my skirt into the
fire, she also grabbed the arm that I was using to cover my breasts
and jerked away. "Don't you dare cover up". After that they
mostly ignored me in the conversation but would occasionally give
me a look of disgust to insure I was aware of my condition.

For awhile I knelt there, leaning back fully exposing my
breasts to avoid Gloria's wrath. I was thinking back through my
entire relationship with Gloria and Dave. I had never seen
anything remotely comparing to their treatment of me tonight. I
had felt that Gloria was occasionally unnecessarily snappish with
me, even rude, but she had always seemed to be a fairly reliable
friend. I had confided in her about marital problems etc. and she
in me. Her cruelty shocked me as did her blatant enjoyment of my
subjugation. I thought about Jan. She had always been a good
friend. She was what men call a doll, small, excellent figure,
pretty face, dark complexion, attracted men like flies but seemed
to ignore them.

Tonight she was acting extremely provocative, enjoying egging
the men on, and directing their energies towards me. She also
enjoyed my subjugation. I never even imagined that she could act
like this.

About 3:30 Paula got up to leave and Gloria told me to help her
with her coat. Standing there in the hallway Paula smiled and
cruelly told me that "I have really enjoyed the evening, haven't
you?" She laughed and told me that she had made a deal with
Gloria, and I was the deal. I would be hearing from her later in
the week, and if I valued my family I would cooperate. She pulled
my necklace out of her pocket and told me she would get it fixed.
Maybe I could borrow it sometime....with that she stepped out the
door and I was left alone in the hallway. Dave came out and guided
me to the basement, he pointed to a pile of blankets and said
Gloria would be down in the morning. I heard that door shut and
the lock click into place. Alone in the dark, I sobbed myself
through the night but didn't sleep. I relived the experience
countless times. Was it real? Why? Why? Why? How could I face the
people I knew. How could I face Gloria and Dave, and the others I
knew I might see again?

About 12 hours later The door opened and the bright light
caused me to squint in pain. Gloria came down carrying some
clothing which she dumped at my feet. "Get up!! Joan I'm not
going to waste time with unnecessary threats. Suffice to say that
I have affidavits from everyone who was here last night that you
got drunk and made a fool of yourself. You made passes at every
man and when they were done you were begging for more. I have
pictures that would ruin your marriage for ever. And finally if you
don't want me to include Karen in our next Soiree, you will do as
you are told. I do require you to sign two papers and then I am
going to let you go. I know you won't be stupid enough to fight
this but just in case."

I looked at the papers. One said something to the effect that
I had agreed to "sell my body" for $65.00. I agreed to serve as
the entertainment at an "adult" party with the understanding that
providing sexual favors would be part of the deal. She had me
write my age, name, and measurements on the form in my own
handwriting. She also had me write that I would gladly perform
fellatio and have intercourse with whomsoever desired it at this party.
And that I understood that although such an agreement was illegal
it would suffice to prove the voluntariness of any sexual
activity. I managed to maintain my composure and although I shook,
I wrote what she wanted. After I had written what she had
originally ordered, she smiled and said let's improve this, "write
that you are married and you know Tom your husband would die if he
knew what you had done, so you asked your husband to leave you
alone for the weekend." Finally she had me write a note to Tom on
the back of the contract. "Tom I decided to see what the rest of
the world was like. I enjoyed what the 11 guys at that party did
to me. Ask Gloria for some snapshots." I complied. Gloria told
me she was sure that she would never have to use this paper.

The other form was a model release which covered the entire
night. It specifically mentioned that the photos were nude, I had
posed voluntarily and that I assigned to Gloria the rights to do
what she desired with them including publication. The total
helplessness of the situation got to me. I broke into tears.

"Joan if you don't sign this in about 3 seconds you will lose the
chance and I will have to protect myself in a less genteel
fashion". I wasn't sure what she meant but decided that I had
nothing to lose by signing the forms. I did and she left.

Strangely she looked at me with almost friendliness in her eyes and
said gently, "Joan things have changed, but you're going to be all
right. If you continue to do what you're told, we will take care
of you." As she climbed the stairs out of the basement she left
the basement door open and opened the back door of her home. I was
looking directly outside.

I stepped out of the light and dressed. She had chosen the
clothes to humiliate me. There was no bra or panties, the sweater
was her daughters, and about 3 sizes too small. The shoes were
mine, the pantyhose mine (it had been washed) but the skirt was
again Chris'. In addition to being too tight it was so short I was
afraid to walk, if I took too long a step I felt I would be
exposing myself to the world. But I did put it on and stepped out
the door to freedom.

Walking down the street to my home I reflected on the evening.
And Gloria's cryptic final remarks, she couldn't think she could do
this to me again? I looked down at what I was wearing and realized
that she might be able to do what she wanted. That was a chilling
thought. I knew I could never go to the police. There was a real
possibility that even if they believed my story, that Gloria could
indeed ruin my life and my families'. I passed by a moving van,
people were just moving into the home. Three guys stood on the
steps. I heard a loud whistle, and another. Realizing they were
for me I smiled involuntarily but stepped up my pace. I felt
embarrassed but flattered. I looked up into the November sky. It
was the deepest blue and the brightest sunlight that I had seen in
a long time................

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