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Collected by Djian
updated april 1 - 2008

Another story by Vulgus
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A Real Life Nightmare:
When Bad Things Happen to Good People
By vulgus

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
Story codes: MMMF, MMM+F, Drug, NC, Blackmail, Best., Piercing

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

I originally posted a shorter version of this story but in
response to several readers I have expanded it. If you read the
original recently you might want to skip the first half of the
story.

There was one large section to my right that seemed to be all
about women being used by animals. This was mostly the nastiest
kind of porn. Not the sort of thing I imagined that curious
couples might enjoy. Not books and magazines that a couple might
use to enhance a loving sex life. All of this material seemed to
be aimed at men who liked to mistreat women, or at least liked to
fantasize about it.

At the other end of the store was a selection of sex toys and
slutty clothing. In between there was row after row of books and
magazines and movies and perhaps a dozen men skulking around,
furtively avoiding the camera.

The man behind the counter watched Sharon approach him. It was
obvious that she was nervous. When she came to a stop in front of
him he said, "That's a cute outfit. You wouldn't want to mess it
up. You better check it."

Sharon looked confused. Check it for what?

He smirked at her and said, "You dumb cunt, take off your fucking
clothes and give them to me!"

She quickly slipped her chemise off and put it on the counter and
then unbuttoned the skirt and dropped it on top of her chemise.
She looked up at him and asked, "The shoes too?"

He shook his head and came out from around the counter. He walked
around her, feeling her up roughly as he went. So you're Sharon
Kramer. You don't look twenty-three. To look at you I wouldn't
guess you were any older than eighteen or nineteen. That's
probably because of that patch of little girl's pubic hair."

His large, calloused hand reached out and cupped her vulva. She
didn't flinch as he rubbed his gnarled hand over her mound. I
could see her trying very hard to smile but there was something
scary about this guy and we all felt it. He looked a lot like
Danny, the bartender at the club. Like his twisted older brother
perhaps. There was definitely something sinister about him.

I could see his fingers moving between her legs as he spoke. He
had a nasty look on his face as he said, "I would have loved to
have been there last week when they were busting your ass in. I
bet you were hot, struggling to breathe as they forced their big
cocks down your throat and crying out in pain when they shoved
them up your tight young ass."

I watched him as he stood there in the middle of his store
tormenting Sharon and it made me shiver. There was something
about this guy as he talked to her in that quiet but very
menacing voice that made my hair stand on end. He wasn't just
trying to scare her. This guy wanted to hurt her. He liked to
hurt people. That was what turned him on. I could feel it in the
air around him.

As if to prove my point he bent down and took Sharon's nipple
between his teeth and bit down, hard.

Her body contorted in pain and she cried out, but she didn't pull
away. Her eyes closed and her face contorted in pain as he bit
into her flesh. He held her nipple in his teeth for a long time,
then he let go and straightened up and leered at me.

He chuckled and said, "I've got two fingers in your wife's cunt
you fucking wuss. She really clamped down on them when I bit her
tit. I think she likes that shit."

I just stared at him. There was nothing that I could say that
wouldn't make matters worse.

I noticed that Susan had moved away, standing now with her back
to a wall and trying to be invisible. She was looking down at the
floor and trying to be somewhere else in her mind. She must have
some pretty bad memories of this place.

The old man grabbed a handful of Sharon's long, blonde hair and
guided her to the back of the store. I didn't know what to do so
I followed along helplessly.

As he pulled her into the section with the slutty clothing and
kinky sex toys he said, "Let's see if we can find some toys you
like."

He looked around at the hundreds of items on display, many of
which I had no idea what they were or how they might be used. A
lot of the things that I did recognize were pretty scary. There
was a large selection of various kinds of whips. They ranged from
a long, nasty looking bull whip to a selection of riding crops in
various styles and there were even several cat-o- nine-tails.
Next to those items was a large selection of various types of
restraints. There were handcuffs and leather wrist and ankle
cuffs and a lot more things that I couldn't even guess how they
might be used.

The manager looked over the selection and picked out a large,
heavy leather collar and placed it around Sharon's neck. It was
so large that when it was in place she could hardly move her head
at all.

He selected a pair of large leather cuffs and placed them on her
wrists. There were D-rings on the cuffs and he attached a strange
looking chain to the clips, securing her arms behind her back.
There was a chain hanging down and he picked it up and with some
difficulty fastened it to a D-ring on the back of the collar. Her
arms were now lifted at an unnatural angle and pulling at her
collar. Sharon was obviously in pain and he seemed to think that
was amusing.

I got scared when I saw him looking over his selection of whips.
He picked up a stiff, black leather riding crop and swung it
violently through the air a few times, enjoying the threatening
sound it made as is cut through the air and the anticipation of
striking her tender flesh. Then he pulled back and brought it
down hard, smacking her nipple with the soft leather tab on the
end.

Sharon screamed in pain and twisted her body as if to turn away
from him. He grabbed a handful of her hair and got right in her
face and screamed, "DON'T YOU EVER TURN AWAY FROM ME YOU STUPID
CUNT!"

Sharon turned to face him again and stood there terrified with
tears running down her cheeks and falling onto her breasts.

He brought the tip of the riding crop up to her lips and she
cringed but didn't move.

He said, "Kiss it."

She sobbed quietly. Then she pursed her lips and kissed the tip
of the crop.

He grinned at her and said, "Yes, I think you could be trained
without too much trouble."

Then he stepped back and smacked her other nipple with the riding
crop.

She screamed again and nearly fell to her knees. But she didn't
turn away. She didn't dare.

He took note of the fact that she had followed his instructions.
He moved the crop around her breasts and then suddenly brought it
back and slammed it down, smacking the tops of both breasts
simultaneously.

She screamed again and I was just about to make a big mistake
when I felt Susan grab my arm. She looked at me urgently and with
the look in her eyes she warned me again. I had to stay out of
this.

I felt like vomiting. I suddenly realized that I had tears
running down my cheeks too. I didn't know how I was going to do
it, but I knew that I was going to make this man pay for this
somehow, someday. He would pay for this and for all of the other
women he had hurt.

He glanced at me then. He saw how much pain he was causing me as
he tortured my wife and he loved it.

He drew his arm back and brought the crop back down again. When
it came down on her tender flesh this time she did fall to her
knees, screaming in pain. I saw the dark red line across the
front of her breasts. He had struck her across both nipples and
she was crying loudly now and between ragged, gasping breaths she
begged him not to hit her again.

He grinned down at her and said, "Get up cunt. No one said you
could rest."

He grabbed a large handful of her hair and pulled her to her
feet, causing her to scream again.

I had to turn away. I looked at the customers who were gathered
around watching. A couple of them seemed uncomfortable, but they
weren't leaving. They weren't speaking out. The majority of them
though, were staring lustfully at the manager as he tortured my
wife's naked body. Their eyes were wide and glassy with lust and
many of them were rubbing their crotches as they enjoyed the
show. They didn't seem to mind the camera at all now.

I couldn't stand to look at them. They made me sick. I couldn't
watch what that man was doing to my wife either. So I hung my
head and closed my eyes and prayed for it to end.

My prayers were not answered. I felt a sudden, burning pain
across my cheek and my eyes snapped open. The bastard was
standing in front of me now and he said, "Don't you take your
eyes off of your wife again you fucking pussy! You keep them open
and you watch and learn how to treat a fucking cunt."

When he was satisfied that he had my full attention he stepped
back over to Sharon and before she had a chance to steel herself
for the next blow he had snapped the riding crop down across her
soft belly.

She cried out and shook her head violently and pleaded with him
to stop.

He leaned forward and kissed her. Then he licked her cheeks,
getting turned on by the taste of her salty tears. He smiled at
her and said, "Just one more sweetheart. Just one more little
love tap. Then I'm going to fuck your pretty little face."

He touched the tip of the riding crop to her chin and lightly
moved it down her body. He circled her breasts with it and then
drew a line down her torso with the tip of it. He slid it between
her legs and then tapped her thighs lightly.

He smiled lustfully at her and in a husky voice he said, "Spread
your legs out sweetheart. Let me see that pretty, young pussy
that used to belong to your faggot husband."

Sharon groaned and whispered, "Oh no, please. Please not there."

But she obeyed. She spread her legs open and when he tapped her
thighs with the crop she spread them a little more.

The vile old man stepped back when he was satisfied and drew his
arm back and brought the tip of the crop down, around, and up,
striking her vulva with all of his might.

She screamed again, louder than before and dropped to her knees
again. She sobbed and fell onto her side and curled up into a
little ball and cried hysterically. Her sobs were interspersed
with pleas for him to stop hurting her.

I watched him stare down at her as she lay curled in a helpless
ball of fragile feminine flesh at his feet. He looked like he was
about to have an orgasm just from torturing her.

He let her cry like that for a couple of minutes, looking up from
time to time to enjoy my reaction and then at his customers to
see that they, most of them anyway, shared his pleasure.

He reached down after what seemed like a very long time and
pulled Sharon to her knees. She seemed oblivious. She just kept
crying and pleading with him to stop hitting her.

He finally lost patience. He was ready to move on. He reached out
and slapped her face to get her attention. When she looked up at
him through tear filled eyes he said, "Get my cock out bitch. I
want to fuck your face now."

She didn't know what to do. It was obvious. Her hands were bound
uncomfortably behind her and she just looked up at him pleadingly
and said, "How?"

He just smiled and said, "You had best figure something out
pretty soon cunt. Because if you don't my cock will go soft and
I'll have to beat you some more to get hard again."

She whispered, "Oh god no."

She shuffled closer to him on her knees and struggled with her
teeth to pull his zipper down. She managed, finally, to get the
tab pulled down but she couldn't get his cock out. She was
frantic, but she didn't know what to do. She couldn't manage his
belt with its big brass buckle.

She slumped down after a minute of struggling and said, "I can't!
I can't do it. Oh god I can't do it."

He got a disgusted look on his face and said, "Fucking worthless
cunt. Maybe you can't be trained after all."

Then he looked over at me and said, "Okay wuss. You better come
over here and pull my cock out and feed it to your worthless cunt
before I have to play with my toys some more."

I hurried over and unfastened his big, heavy belt buckle and
unbuttoned his pants. I slid his pants and his shorts down
together. When his pants came open and as his shorts slid down I
smelled the ripe odor of a body that had not bathed recently. It
was truly disgusting.

His cock, when I finally uncovered it, was long and fat. His cock
was similar in size to the cocks wielded by the four men who were
responsible for all of our troubles.

I started to step back now that his cock was free but he snapped
at me, "I told you to feed my cock to your fucking wife! What the
fuck is wrong with you faggot?! You don't look like a fuckin'
wetback! Don't you fuckin' speak English for Christ's sake?"

I took his hard, drooling cock in my hand and tipped it down,
placing the head of it at my wife's lips. She was still crying
piteously, but she took a deep breath and opened her mouth. She
closed her lips around the head of his cock and began to slide
them down his hard, smelly shaft. She gagged slightly when his
cock reached the back of her throat, but she didn't stop. She
kept pressing forward and I watched as his cock sank into her
throat and her lips traveled down to nestle in the nasty patch of
pubic hair that surrounded the thick base of his cock.

He reached out and held her head in place and sighed with
pleasure as he nearly choked my wife to death with his fat cock.
Then he slowly withdrew his cock and just before it slipped out
of her mouth he suddenly drove it all the way back down her
throat violently, slamming his belly into her face.

Sharon grunted in pain but made no move to get away from him as
he held her like that for another long moment before slowly
pulling out again.

He fucked her like that for several minutes before he called out
to one of the perverts who were standing nearby watching eagerly.
"Hey! You in the t-shirt! You want to fuck this bitch when I'm
done with her?"

He grinned like a moron and said, "Fuck yeah!"

The manager said, "No problem. I need you to give me hand over
here first though. You want to help me out a little?"

He came forward, walking uncomfortably because of the large bulge
in his pants. He grinned down at Sharon and asked, "What do you
need me to do?"

The manager handed him the riding crop and said, "I think she
needs a little motivation, and I love the sound of that thing
hitting naked female flesh. So if you beat her ass while I fuck
her face you can have the next shot at her. Make it hurt, but
don't tear her ass up, if you know what I mean."

The guy nodded vigorously and took the riding crop from the
manager. He leaned down and smacked Sharon's butt with it a few
times, hitting her a little harder each time. With each crack of
the crop against her soft ass cheeks Sharon grunted in pain.

Each time he struck her the manager said, "A little harder,"
until he was raising a bright red welt with each stroke.

When he was finally satisfied he grinned down at Sharon and began
to fuck her face violently. His long, rapid strokes must have
been more painful than the riding crop that was being used to
beat her ass in time to the cock stroking in and out of her
mouth.

The old man fucking her face cried out, "Oh shit! Fuck that feels
great! Oh yeah, I'm cumming bitch! Here it comes you stupid cunt.
I'm going to fill your fucking belly with cum!"

The man that was beating her continued to whip her ass until the
manager opened his eyes again and told him to stop. He handed the
crop back to the old man and stepped away again.

The manager continued to hold Sharon's face against his belly and
his cock was still buried in her mouth and throat. It was amazing
to me that she could breathe around it.

He watched her, crying at his feet for a moment and then he
looked over at me and smiled. The strangest look came over his
face and I saw Sharon try to pull away.

He continued to hold her and he stared at me while admonishing
her, "Don't you fucking move bitch!"

I didn't understand what was going on at first. I saw Sharon
heaving and I heard someone standing nearby whisper to the man
next to him, "Look at that! He's pissing right down the bitch's
throat!"

Oh Christ! Why would a person do that! But then I realized, he
wasn't a person, he was a monster. I saw his amusement when he
saw that I at last understood what he was doing.

The demented bastard finally finished with Sharon and stepped
back. She continued to kneel in front of him, sobbing quietly,
her head handing down as much as the constricting collar would
permit, and occasionally fighting to keep her heaving stomach
from expelling its contents. I think we both knew that if she
lost that battle she would regret it.

The manager looked over at the man that had just finished helping
him rape Sharon and said, "Why don't you take her into the back
and put her to work. I'll come and get her when I think she's had
enough."

The customer's face lit up and he stepped forward again and
pulled her to her feet roughly. As he led Sharon away the manager
turned to me with his cock hanging down in front of him and said,
"What are you waiting for pussy boy? You want some of this too?
Get back there and enjoy the show."

I turned to follow them and I saw Sharon turn back and call out
to the manager, "Please, can I go to the bathroom first?"

The son of a bitch just grinned and said, "You can go to the
bathroom when they are done with you cunt."

I followed them into the back and down a dark hallway. All of the
other customers were following behind me and the camera was
bringing up the rear.

There were dozens of narrow doorways off of the hall and most of
them were open. I could hear the sound of various pornographic
movies coming from some of the small rooms we passed and I saw
small televisions set into the far wall of each little booth.

Almost all of the customers had been out front watching the
manager rape my wife. There were a few men who had been unaware
of what was happening out front I guess. They were hanging around
the open doors of the small rooms as we entered. They looked up
and saw a young, beautiful woman, totally naked and in restraints
being led down the hallway and they were instantly interested.

The man that had beaten her ass brought her to a stop in front of
a couple of the men and allowed them to grope her. One of them
was about to kiss her when someone said, "I wouldn't do that if I
was you. The old guy out front just fucked her face and pissed
down her throat."

The man that had been about to kiss her looked in her face and
said, "No shit?!"

A voice from the crowd said, "No shit man. You can stick your
dick in her mouth if you want, but I wouldn't kiss the bitch."

He said, "She doesn't look like she's having fun."

The guy into whose care she had been given laughed and said,
"That's what makes it so much fun. The bitch hates it." He nodded
in my direction and said, "So does her wussy husband. Sucks being
him."

Everyone looked at me for a moment and I saw expressions that
ranged from amusement to disdain. I couldn't help thinking, "What
are you looking at you fucking perverts?! You are the ones
hanging out in this fucking porn shop and about to rape my wife
and you are looking down at me! Fuck you!"

But I wisely kept my mouth shut.

The man led Sharon down to the last little room at the end of the
hallway. It was right across from the bathroom and I saw her
glance at the bathroom longingly. She was pushed into the little
room and I was pushed in past them and forced to stand in the
corner and watch. The bleachy smell of cum in the room was almost
overwhelming.

I stood with my back against the wall as the man spent a few
moments exploring Sharon's abused body. She flinched as his hands
moved roughly over her recently beaten breasts and her ass. Even
in this darkened room I could see how red and sore her ass was.

There wasn't much in the way of furniture in the little room.
There was a straight chair in the middle of the room, placed so
that men could sit in front of the small television which at the
moment was the only source of light in the room.

Other than that there was only a small wooden bench against the
back wall.

He pushed the chair into the opposite corner and pulled the bench
out into the middle of the floor. He ordered Sharon to kneel on
it and she carefully crawled up on her knees. He pushed her
forward and she almost fell off. She would have if he hadn't
caught her. He lowered her so that her ass was in the air and her
forehead resting on the far edge of the bench.

He moved his hand over her ass and forced it between her legs for
a moment. I noticed that the cameraman was still filming even in
this dark room. I suppose he had been in here often enough with
all of the young women that were brought here to be humiliated
and abused that he knew how to photograph in this low light
situation. Still, I couldn't help hoping that nothing would come
out.

I was forced to watch as the man molesting my wife opened his
pants and revealed a normal sized penis for a change. I was
starting to develop a complex from all of the big cocks I had
been seeing lately.

He moved behind Sharon and tried to force his cock into her pussy
from the rear. He couldn't get it in though. The bench was too
narrow and her knees were too close together. He grabbed one of
her legs and placed it on the floor and now she was kneeling on
one knee with one leg on the floor. This gave her a little more
balance. She needed all the help she could get because her hands
were still cuffed behind her back and pulling uncomfortably at
her collar.

On his next attempt he was able to force his cock into my wife's
pussy and he began to fuck her roughly. After a few minutes he
said, "There is one thing my frigid wife won't let me do that I
have always wanted to try bitch."

He pulled his slimy cock out of her and began to force it into
her tender ass. She cried out in pain as his cock entered her and
she cried out again when his belly began slapping into her bright
red ass.

I glanced up at the men crowding around the door, lusting after
my wife. They knew they were going to get the chance to fuck her
or force their cocks down her throat and their excitement was
palpable.

I was distracted when the man fucking Sharon sped up and groaned
and then stiffened and I was forced to watch yet another strange
man shoot his cum into her. After a moment his muscles relaxed
and he pulled free. He moved around to the other end of the bench
and lifted her head, using her hair as a handle. He forced his
nasty cock into her mouth and as she sucked him clean there was a
commotion at the door as two men struggled to get in and take
their turns.

He held her face against his stomach and said quietly, "You are
lucky that so many men are waiting to fuck you bitch. I would
have loved to fill your ass with a load of hot piss after I came
in you."

He finally pulled his cock out of her mouth and stepped back. Her
head dropped back onto the bench painfully and one of the
newcomers forced his cock into her pussy while the second lifted
her head and drove his cock into her mouth violently.

There had been a dozen men in the place when we arrived and
perhaps a dozen more had come in during her ordeal. I was forced
to stand and watch as two at a time they came in and raped her.
Some of them were just using her to masturbate but most seemed to
take extra pleasure from being violent, roughing her up and
hurting her as they drove their cocks into all three of her
orifices.

On those rare instances that I could see her face I saw a blank
look in her eyes. She wasn't even crying any longer. It would
have been better if they had drugged her first, like that first
night. She wasn't crying, but I was.

I saw a couple of men that I recognized go around for seconds. I
didn't know how they could possibly be enjoying what they were
doing to her poor, abused body. She was a slimy mess now and she
no longer reacted to the things they did.

I heard a commotion at the door again and the manager pushed his
way into the little room. He watched as the two men fucking my
wife at the moment worked up a sweat fucking her for the second
time. When they finally came he said, "Okay boys, the fun is
over. It's time for the slut to go home."

I guess everyone was sated. There didn't seem to be any
complaints when he moved closer and unbuckled the cuffs which had
been holding her arms raised much too high behind her back. As
her arms fell free and dangled uselessly towards the floor she
cried out in pain. It was obvious that, for the moment at least,
she didn't have the use of them any longer.

He pulled her up by her hair and looked at the collar on her
neck. It had cum running down over it and he said, "You are going
to have to pay for this, you stupid cunt. I can't sell this now!
Fuck! This is an expensive piece of leather!"

He looked over at me and said, "Take your cunt into the bathroom
and clean her up. Then come see me and we'll settle up for this
stuff. I hope you like it because it's yours now."

I waited until he left the room and then I stepped forward and
helped Sharon to sit up on the bench. I quickly unbuckled the
thick, uncomfortable collar and then I bent down and hugged her.
She just sat there like a rag doll and let me move her around at
will.

I helped her to her feet and led her past the groping hands of
the men still watching in the doorway and across the hall to the
bathroom. I tried to shut the door but they held it open and the
cameraman kept filming as I tried to help Sharon to the toilet. I
had intended to let her sit on it and drain the cum from her ass
and her pussy but as soon as she was within reach she fell to her
knees on the nasty, piss stained floor and vomited into the bowl.
That was enough to drive the customers away, but the cameraman
kept filming.

When her stomach was empty I helped her up on the toilet and
after she peed I heard the sound of cum dripping for a long time.


As she sat there in a stupor and let the cum drain out of her I
wiped her face and neck and upper torso with damp paper towels,
cleaning her up as much as I could. As I cleaned her I tried to
get through to her. I told her that it was over and that I loved
her and that we would be going home soon.

I'm not even sure if she could hear me.

When I didn't see any more cum draining from her I rinsed her
lower body with damp paper towels and helped her back to her
feet. I held her in my arms for a moment and then I led her back
up the corridor and into the main room. One of the men we passed
reached out and pinched her nipple, causing her to squeal in
pain. I turned towards him and he saw the urge to murder in my
face. He stepped back and held his hands up and I urged Sharon
back through the door and over to the counter.

I paid the evil bastard that ran the place for the leather and
chain that dangled now from my shoulder and asked for my wife's
clothing. I helped her dress and we left the store finally. I was
surprised that the sun was still up. I had expected it to be dark
out.

The cameraman came out behind me and paused long enough to say,
"I got pretty horny watching that show. But damn, I wouldn't even
fuck the bitch with your dick after all of that! See you around
man."

He went to his SUV and drove off.

I spotted Susan getting out of her car and I led Sharon over and
helped her into the back seat. I got in back with her and held
her. Susan got in front and I looked up and saw her face in the
rearview mirror. I saw that she had been crying.

She said, "I'm so sorry Mike. They do it to all of us. I didn't
dare warn you, not anymore than I did. I told you it would be
awful. I think that they want to see how much we can take before
we break."

I said, "It's okay Susan. I know it isn't your fault. You are in
the same boat we are. Please, just take us home. And I would
appreciate it if you would stop at a liquor store on the way."

I bought a couple bottles of whiskey and a case of ginger ale at
a liquor store and then Susan drove us home. Susan stayed with
Sharon while I unloaded the car and then she helped me get her
into a hot bath.

While she soaked in the tub and Susan gently washed her I made
the three of us a strong drink. I came back into the bathroom
with the drinks and I had to help Sharon lift her drink to her
lips so that she could sip it. She was starting to come around.
She was crying quietly and she held my hand in a death grip and
kept whispering, "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it
anymore."

I agreed. I couldn't take it anymore either.

I waited for her to calm down a little. I made her another drink
and while she sipped it I asked Susan to step outside for a
minute.

I was mindful of the possibility of listening devices so I put my
finger to my lips and then I took Susan's hand and led her out
into the back yard. I didn't say a word until we were all the way
in the back, standing beside the back fence.

I stood with my back to the house, just in case, and asked,
"Where do they live Susan? Jeff and his asshole crew, do you know
where they live?"

She looked up at me and saw the murder in my eyes. She shook her
head and said, "Mike, they aren't like normal people, they'll
kill you and then they'll do something horrible to Sharon. Don't
even think you can fight them. They will win. They always win."

I stared at her for a second and then I repeated my question.

She really didn't want to tell me, but finally she gave in. She
told me all four addresses and the location of the studio that
the two cameramen owned. I thanked her and then I thanked her for
what little help she had been able to give today. I had seen her
tears and I knew that she was upset about what had happened. I
escorted her around the house and to her car and thanked her
again for caring. Then I went back inside and took two more
drinks to the bathroom.

Sharon was crying quietly and holding her empty glass against her
forehead. I took it from her and handed her the fresh drink. She
took the drink from me and looked at my face and as soon as she
saw me she knew that I was planning something. I was afraid that
she would try to stop me but she actually looked relieved.

I leaned down and tried to kiss her but she turned her head away.
I grabbed her chin and pulled her face back around and kissed her
lovingly. She resisted at first but then she put her arm around
my neck and held me in an iron grip as we kissed desperately,
desperate to live past this nightmare.

I was on my knees beside the tub. I broke the kiss and then I
whispered, "I have to take care of something. Will you be alright
alone for a little while?"

She looked at me and then she nodded and whispered, "Be
careful."

I nodded and then I left.

I drove to the home of an old friend of my family. He had been a
Navy Seal and he and I didn't get along very well. He was what I
had always considered a "gun nut" that thought that the answer to
every problem was violence. We had argued about our opposing
views on guns on several occasions and we had basically just
agreed to disagree. Now I was going to have to eat a couple of
pounds of crow. But he had something that I needed.

It was early evening when I pulled into his driveway. I went to
his door and his wife answered my knock. She was surprised to see
me but she smiled and invited me in. She escorted me to the
basement and left me alone with her husband.

He looked up when I came in. He gave me a curious look and then
asked me what he could do for me. There was no sense in beating
around the bush. I said, "I need a gun and I don't have time to
wait two weeks for a permit."

He had been cleaning a gun when I came in and was still bent over
the parts spread out on a table. He sat up and said, "I think you
better sit down. Are you still a teetotaler?"

I responded, "I could use a Whiskey if you have some. Maybe a
little ginger ale in it would be nice. Sharon and I have started
drinking in the last few days."

He got up and made me a drink and got a beer for himself. He
returned to his seat and indicated a chair on the other side of
the table.

I sat down and sipped my drink and we just stared at each other
for a moment. Finally he asked, "Have you ever fired a gun
Mike?"

I shook my head.

He said, "I didn't think so. Why do you want a gun?"

I answered, "It's personal. I have something I need to take care
of."

He stared at me for a minute and then he said, "Finish your drink
and go home Mike. I'm not going to help you get yourself
killed."

I hadn't even considered that he might refuse. He, after all, was
the man who thought that guns were the answer to every problem. I
felt myself start to panic and then I took a deep breath and
forced myself to calm down.

Finally I said, "Marty, I need a gun. I'll pay you whatever you
want."













The Nightmare Continues
By vulgus

He stared at me in silence for a few minutes and then he asked,
"What kind of gun do you need Mike? Do you want a pistol, a
rifle, a shotgun? What are you going to do with it?"

I had to stop and think about that. I had planned on getting a
pistol if I could. But as he had pointed out, I had never fired a
gun. Maybe a shotgun would be best. But then I thought about the
difficulties involved in going around town carrying a shotgun and
I said, "A pistol. I want a pistol that holds a lot of bullets."

He said, "I'm guessing you have something illegal in mind. So you
have two choices. You use a revolver, or you use a magazine fed
and police up the brass. You won't want to leave any brass around
for the cops to find. You get a lot more shots with the magazine
fed though. I'll show you what I have. If you tell me what you
have in mind I can recommend something."

I wanted to. I would have desperately loved to have his help. But
there was a good chance that someone, probably me, was going to
go to jail for a very long time. That's assuming that I didn't
get killed. I couldn't put him in that position.

I finally responded. "Marty, you don't want to know. As far as
you know you are selling me a gun because I told you I was
worried about prowlers."

He stood up and said, "Come on. I'll show you what I have."

He led me to a pegboard with a couple dozen pistols hanging from
it. He described them to me, the caliber, the size of the
magazine, the strengths and weaknesses of each one.

It was all too much for me. I was overwhelmed by facts and
figures. I finally let him steer me to a Ruger 9mm with a fifteen
shot clip. He showed me how to load it and how to operate it. He
even put a bullet in the chamber and let me fire it into a bucked
filled with sand so that I would know what to expect when I fired
it.

He tried again to get me to talk about whatever problem was so
bad that I felt compelled to get a gun.

I said, "Marty, I know that we haven't agreed about much over the
years that I have known you. But I have always respected you for
who you are and what you have done with your life. I actually
wish that I could tell you. But it wouldn't be fair to you. If
this works out then maybe I'll be able to tell you when it's
over. If it doesn't work out, well, I imagine you'll find out
then too. How much do I owe you for the gun?"

He shook his head and said, "I want the gun back. Bring it back
when you are finished with it."

I certainly hoped that I would be able to. I was just about to
leave when Marty said, "Mike, I assume that you don't need this
to control the varmints in your backyard. Since you have never
fired a weapon before this evening I can safely assume that you
have never shot anyone. Think about what you are about to do boy.
I don't care who they are or what they have done. The hardest
thing in the world to do is to kill someone. Even for one of us
gun nuts."

I nodded and thanked him. He took the gun and the magazine and
the box of ammunition and placed them in a brown paper bag for
me. I shook his hand and he escorted me out in silence.

It was too late to go to the club and try to catch them all
together. I didn't think that would be a good idea anyway. My
best bet was to catch them one at a time and try to surprise
them, to kill them before they knew what was happening.

I put the gun in the glove compartment and drove home. Sharon was
lying in bed naked. She was lying on her side for obvious
reasons. Her breasts and her stomach were covered in red welts.
When I went around to her side of the bed kiss her and saw how
red her ass was I almost got sick. It certainly strengthened my
resolve.

I leaned over and kissed her and asked, "Did you put anything on
those?"

She shook her head and said, "No. I took some Tylenol. But I
don't have an analgesic cream."

I said, "Let me put some hand lotion on them. I'll go to the drug
store after I make you something to eat and see what I can
find."

I got a bottle of her hand cream and as I gently spread it over
her bruised skin I could feel the heat from the whip marks on my
fingers. The marks had faded slightly but they were still very
sore. More than that though they were a reminder of what she had
been forced to endure for the pleasure of a group of warped men
today. And they were a reminder of what was to come if I didn't
do something.

After I spread the cream on her whip marks I made her some soup.
She wasn't hungry but I insisted that she eat something.

When she finished her soup I went to the drug store and bought a
topical analgesic cream. They didn't have any specifically for
the victims of whippings but the one I selected seemed to help a
little.

I reset my alarm so that I could take a nap and get up in time to
follow Jeff home from the bar after he closed in the morning.
Sharon saw what I had done and asked me about it.

I explained that I needed to know their schedule so that I could
get us out of this. She tried to talk me out of it. She didn't
want me to do anything to get myself hurt. And tomorrow was
Monday, a work day. She insisted that she was going to work in
the morning and she would need me to be there if she was going to
get through the day.

I tried to make her see that the sooner I did what I had to do
the sooner that this would all be over. Something about the way I
said it disturbed her. She started to suspect that I was planning
something, something that she would disapprove of. She tried to
get me to tell her what I had planned but I just said that I
wanted to find out more about them before I made a plan.

I was a little confused by her reaction. Earlier, when I had told
her that I had something to do and I had gone to get the gun from
Marty, I had gotten the impression that she was relieved that I
was going to do something. Now she seemed to be afraid that I
would do something and make things worse.

I tried to calm her fears about my plans but even after what she
went through today she was reluctant to fight back against those
men. I would have thought that after what they did to her she
would be even more desperate than I was to get them off of our
backs. She was laying there with stripes on her breasts and her
butt and yet she was afraid to take action. I hated to think
about it. But apparently it was going to take more of their
unbearable abuse before she was willing to do whatever was
necessary to fight back.

I reset my alarm for the normal time and we went to sleep. Sharon
was feeling a little better in the morning. She said that her
skin felt "tight" where she had been whipped, but that she was
sure that the cream I bought had worked. The red marks had faded
quite a bit. They were faint but they were still there, a vivid
reminder of the events of yesterday afternoon.

After her shower I put more of the cream on her abused skin and
massaged it in. She made a few weak jokes about trying to turn
her on so she would take care of my "morning wood" before we went
to work. It would have been more amusing if her beautiful skin
wasn't marred by those red marks.

I went in and took a shower and then dressed and went to the
kitchen. I had seen Sharon trying on the dress she was wearing.
She had tried on this dress and all of the others she had been
forced to buy yesterday in front of all of those people. But now,
getting ready to go to work, we were forced to consider what it
was going to be like for her to wear that revealing garment in
front of all of those people we knew and worked with.

The dress was so thin that I could make out her nipples and the
tiny little thong she wore underneath. She saw the way I was
staring and I knew I was making it harder for her. I smiled, a
weak, apologetic smile, and said, "Sorry. I know you have to hate
wearing that, but fuck me you look hot!"

She walked over to me and put her arms around my neck and kissed
me. Then she rested her head on my chest and asked, "You still
trying to get laid for Christ's sake?"

I hugged her and kissed the top of her head. I really had to
admire her. She was a very shy and self conscious woman. Or at
least she had been until this all started. But she was holding up
a lot better than I would have predicted. I knew that wearing
this dress to work today was going to be almost as difficult as
letting those men rape her had been. Because it wasn't just going
to be that her body was being displayed to her friends and
co-workers. It was also that her pride and her self-esteem were
being torn from her. She would never again be the same woman that
she was before she was drugged and raped. And now it wasn't going
to be just us that knew of the change.

We had a cup of coffee and then poured another to take with us. I
drove onto the base and parked in the usual place. Then we sat in
the car and held hands in silence until we had no choice but to
go inside.

The parking lot had cleared out. Everyone had gone inside. We
steeled ourselves and got out and I went around to her side of
the car and opened her door for her and we held hands as we
walked to the door.

We split up and headed for our respective sections when we got
inside. I don't know how Sharon did but I know that the
Government got almost no work out of me. I couldn't concentrate.
I was worried about how she was doing in that tiny little dress.

Just before lunch time she called me and suggested that we go out
for lunch. There were a few fast food places nearby with drive
through windows and we could get something and eat in the car
somewhere.

We met at the car and I saw her shudder with relief as she got
in. I drove to one of the drive through places and we got a
sandwich and drink. We left there and I parked near the runway so
that we could watch the planes taking off and landing while we
ate.

I waited until we had finished eating to ask her how it was going
at work. She shrugged and said, "The only one that said anything
was Anne. I'm getting a lot of attention though. I try not to
leave my cube any more than necessary but I have had a lot of
guys drop in to say hello. It seems that word of my new dress
spread pretty quickly."

I smiled wryly and said, "Well, I guess I can't blame them. I
would have come by your office too. You are beautiful."

She said, "Beautiful has nothing to do with it. I could look like
Margaret Thatcher and it wouldn't matter. They aren't looking at
my face. They are looking at my nipples and my thighs. When I
stand up they are looking at my ass. Jesus Mike, every time I
leave my cubicle they can see the crack of my fucking ass! I
can't believe Mr. Kraft hasn't called me into his office yet."

I ran my eyes over her and saw what her co-workers were seeing. I
could clearly see the outline of her breasts. Her nipples pressed
against the thin material and were even more clearly displayed.
She was sitting with her thighs slightly relaxed and I could see
the material of her tiny little thong that just barely covered
her slit. I did a double take when I realized that the thin
material was damp and was now totally transparent. She might hate
the situation, but her body was certainly reacting to all of the
attention that she was getting.

She watched me look at her for a moment and then she said half
jokingly, "Men!"

I smiled and shrugged and she said, "Come on you dirty old man. I
don't want to be late getting back."

I drove us back to the office and we went back to work. I got a
little more work done in the afternoon. I guess the idea that
Sharon was holding up so well took some of the load off of my
mind.

She called me again before it was time to leave and said that she
would be a few minutes late getting out to the car. Her
supervisor, Mr. Kraft, wanted to see her after work. She sounded
nervous. I guess she had every right to be.

I went out to the car and waited for her to come out. It was
almost a half hour later that I saw the door open and she came
out. She walked to the car staring down at the ground. She looked
upset.

I didn't start the car once she had gotten in. I turned to look
at her, waiting for her to tell me what her supervisor had
wanted. I assumed that he had called her in to give her a warning
about her suggestive manner of dress.

I was partly right. Sharon said, "I'll talk while you drive. I
need a drink. Let's go home."

I started the car and headed towards home. Once I was on the road
she said, "I went into Kraft's office expecting to be chewed out
for dressing like a whore. That isn't how it went. I knocked at
his door and he let me in. I stepped in and he shut the door
behind me and told me to take a seat. He watched me trying to sit
down in this fucking dress and I noticed that he was smiling like
a typical dirty old man. He complimented me on the dress but said
he was a little confused. He had thought that I was so
conservative. He didn't give me a chance to respond though. He
said that as much as he liked my new dress it was totally
inappropriate for the office and he was afraid that he would have
to ask me to dress a little more conservatively in the future."

I glanced over at her but she was staring out of the passenger
side window as she talked. I glanced down at her exposed thighs.
I could see the little patch of cloth that was her underwear and
I imagined that Mr. Kraft had pretty much the same view a few
minutes ago.

Sharon continued with her narration. In a calm but slightly
despondent voice she said, "I apologized to him for the way I was
dressed but I had to explain that I had no choice. I had to dress
this way. Jesus Mike, how do you tell your boss that you have no
choice, you have to dress like a slut?!"

I didn't say anything. It was a rhetorical question and the
answer was obvious. You can't. But she had to.

She sighed deeply and went on, "I kept trying to tell him without
actually telling him. We went around in circles for several
minutes before I finally just blurted out that I had no choice, I
had to wear that dress and the others that were just as bad or
worse."

"I assumed that he would suspend my security clearance if I told
him that I was being forced to dress that way. It's what he
should have done. Instead he made me tell him the whole story. He
finally said that the only way that I could keep working there,
keep my clearance and wear my new dresses was to spend my lunch
hour with him. Then he made me undress and suck his cock right
there in his office! He wants me to come in every Tuesday and
Thursday from now on so he can have sex with me at lunch time or
he is going to suspend my clearance and report the problem to
security, which would mean your clearance would be suspended
too."

By the time she finished her description of the events that took
place in Mr. Kraft's office we were home. I shut the car off and
we sat in the car for a moment. There were tears running down her
cheeks. I didn't blame her. It seemed that there was nowhere that
she was safe, not even in a Government office on and Air Force
Base.

I got out and went around and opened her door. We went inside and
I made us both a stiff drink. While I was making the drinks she
took her dress off and tossed it on a table and pulled the thong
down and dropped it on her dress. She saw my curious look and
said, "I'd rather be naked than dressed like a fucking slut!"

I sat down beside her on the couch and held her against my chest
while we sipped our drinks. I tried to talk to her again about
going out tonight and studying the habits of our tormentors. She
was still adamant that she didn't want to do anything to make
things worse. She was terrified that I would be seen and she
would be punished for my actions.

Unfortunately, I couldn't promise her that wouldn't happen. I
didn't think that doing nothing was the best solution though.
There had to be some better alternative than to either give in
and allow them to use us in any way that amused them until they
got tired of us or to take up a gun that I didn't even really
know how to use and try to hunt them all down and kill them. I'm
no Rambo and hunting human beings is not something for which I am
well suited.

This was supposed to be a free evening. We didn't have to go to
the club. But because of the way that she had been forced to
dress today and because of what happened after work in Mr.
Kraft's office it didn't feel like a day off.

I insisted that she remain seated while I made supper. She joined
me in the kitchen and sat at the table while I cooked supper. I
kept an eye on her drink and when it was empty I made her
another. She took it gratefully.

I was avoiding talking about what we were going to do about our
situation. The subject really upset her. But we had to discuss
it. She was keeping me from taking any action. I waited until
after we ate and then, as I cleaned up the kitchen I said,
"Sharon, we have to talk about this. I want to do something about
those men. I want to stop them from raping you and those other
women and I want to make sure they don't do it to anyone else."

She was instantly agitated. She demanded to know how I planned to
do that. I finally admitted that I had obtained a gun.

She stared at me in disbelief for a moment and then she
exclaimed, "A gun! Mike you don't know how to use a gun! Not one
good thing can come of you having a gun. If there were a miracle
and you could kill all of them, and it would be a miracle, then
what? Do you suppose for an instant that you would not be caught?
I would rather be raped for a couple of months than have you
spend the rest of your life in prison or worse yet go to death
row. You must be out of your mind!"

"What else can I do Sharon? Should I just keep letting them do
this to you? I won't even try to say that it is as hard for me as
it is for you. But it nearly is. It is breaking my heart to see
you suffer this way. A husband is supposed to protect his wife."

Sharon slumped in her seat. She was quiet for a moment. Finally
she said, "I'm not going to keep having this conversation with
you. I understand that you feel helpless. There is a very good
reason for that. In this situation you are helpless and it is
time to admit it. I don't expect you to protect me from those
large, cruel, violent men. Even if you were the kind of man that
was familiar with guns and was adept at handling them you would
be out of your depth against those men. I don't know if a SWAT
team would be able to take them down."

She got up and came over to me and put her arms around me. She
said, "Sweetheart, I'm not trying to say that you are not man
enough. That isn't it. We are just out of our league here. Look
at all of those other husbands and all of the ones that have been
in this same situation before them. There is just no way for one
man to fight them and win. If you try to take them on it will
make things worse. You will get hurt or I will get hurt or
both."

"What you said earlier is right, Mike. It is worse for me. But I
understand how hard it is on you too. It doesn't matter. The only
way to get through this is to do what we are told and not give
them any reason to single us out or punish us. What do you
suppose would happen if you followed Jeff home from the club in
the morning after they closed? It would be about one or two
o'clock in the morning. You would be the only two cars on the
road. He would see you. Then what? Then he makes an example of
us. I'm sorry baby, but I don't want that to happen to us. If you
want to survive this then take that gun back to wherever you got
it and stop trying to think of some way to fight them. You can't
win or someone would have by now."

I hated it that what she was saying made so much sense. It just
added to the helplessness that I felt. But I wasn't going to take
the gun back just yet. There was no telling what was to come and
it might be that the time would come that neither of us could
take it anymore.

We spent a quiet evening lost in our individual uncomfortable
thoughts. As nights off went this one really sucked. We weren't
fighting but there was a feeling of tenseness in the air. When it
was time to go to bed I couldn't stand it any longer. I took her
in my arms and apologized. I told her that I didn't want to make
things any harder on her than they already were. I just felt that
I needed to do something.

She hugged me and cried quietly for a few minutes before she got
control of herself. She finally looked up and said, "Mike, the
only thing that I need you to do for me is be patient and love me
despite the terrible things you have seen. And the terrible
things you are going to see before this all ends. Please don't
hold those things against me."

I felt like I had been slapped! How could she think that?!

I kissed her and held her tight and said, "Sharon! I would never
do that! The only thing that I can promise you is that no matter
what happens I will always love you. Nothing those bastards do
can change that. I swear it."

She was looking in my eyes and trying to hold back the tears. I
could see that she was trying desperately to believe what I was
saying. I said, "I have never lied to you Sharon. I give you my
word that when this is over I will love you just as much as I do
at this moment. And at this moment I love you more than life. You
mean everything to me. Believe that if you believe nothing
else."

We walked to our bedroom hand in hand and I undressed while she
went to the bathroom and got ready for bed. It didn't take her
long. She had been nude all night. I must confess I liked it.

When she came out I went in and used the toilet and brushed my
teeth. When I came back out into the bedroom she was coming out
of her closet with the dress she was going to have to wear
tomorrow. There was very little difference between it and the one
she had worn today. It was impossibly short and meant to be worn
over a slip. Her breasts and her thong would be on display again
tomorrow.

She hung the dress up on her closet door and stared at it for a
moment as if she were trying to make it less revealing by the use
of sheer will power. She glanced over to see me staring at the
dress. She grinned wryly and said, "It could be worse."

She saw from my expression that I couldn't imagine how it could
possibly be worse and she said, "At least they let me wear a
thong."

I didn't see Sharon from the time we got to work the next morning
until time to leave. She had spent her entire lunch hour in Mr.
Kraft's office.

On the way to the club after work I asked her what had happened.
She asked, "Do you really want to know?"

I realized that I did want to know. I wasn't sure if that was so
that Sharon would have someone to talk to and not have to keep
this all bottled up inside of her. I thought she might feel
better if she could talk about these things. Or was it more than
that?

She didn't seem to think it odd that I had asked though. She
said, "He locked his office door and made me undress. Then he
made me suck his cock for a few minutes before he bent me over
his desk and fucked me from behind. After he came he made me sit
in his lap and he played with my body for a while. It took the
old bastard a long time but he finally got hard again. When he
did he made me get up and lay on his desk on my back this time.
Then he lifted my legs up and he held them straight up in the air
while he fucked me. The whole time he fucked me he never once
looked in my face. He stared at my tits until he came, watching
them bounce around like he'd never seen a tit before. He made me
suck his cock clean and then he handed me some tissue and ordered
me to clean up while he got dressed. He wanted to keep my thong
but I told him that I had to wear it. It was an order."

She paused for a minute and then she said, "Before he let me
leave he asked me more about the club. The sorry son of a bitch
really liked the whole concept of a rape club."

She paused again and then she said, "Oh well, I guess I don't
have to worry about getting fired for dressing inappropriately."

She finished her description of the events in Mr. Kraft's office
just as we arrived at the club. It was 4:30 P.M. and the club
didn't open until six. We went to the door and one of the
bouncers let us in. But we didn't get far. As soon as we were
inside he locked the door behind us and ordered Sharon to
undress.

Sharon glanced at me and the bouncer said, "What the fuck are you
looking at that wuss for? Do what you are fucking told cunt!"

Sharon quickly unbuttoned the front of her dress and stepped out
of it. I took it from her and she stepped out of her thong. She
was left in only her shoes with the six inch heels.

The bouncer smiled, well, more of a leer actually. He said, "I
didn't get to fuck you on Saturday. I was pretty busy. Get my
cock out and get it wet cunt. Then bend over that chair."

I started to move away. I didn't want to watch. He glanced at me
and said, "Don't you fucking move faggot. Keep watching, you
might learn something."

I watched as Sharon opened his pants and pulled out his soft
cock. It didn't look any longer than mine but it was pretty fat.
She bent down and started sucking on it and as it grew I saw that
I had misjudged him. It quickly grew to at least eight inches
long, and it was still very fat.

At his insistence she began to take it into her throat. She was
getting used to that particular perversion though and she didn't
have much trouble despite the thickness of his organ.

Once she had gotten his cock hard and covered it in saliva she
turned around and bent over the chair he had indicated and spread
her legs for him. He moved up behind her and worked his cock into
her pussy and began pounding her brutally. She grunted in pain
with each stroke but she didn't complain or try to avoid his
vicious strokes.

I glanced around discreetly and saw that most of the other girls
and their husbands were already getting the place ready to open.
They studiously avoided looking in our direction as the bouncer
raped Sharon.

I suppose he had become very jaded in his profession. He must get
to rape a lot of pretty young housewives. For whatever reason, it
took him a very long time to reach orgasm. When he finally did
shoot his cum into my wife he did so loudly, as if trying to call
everyone's attention to the fact that he was fucking my wife.
Then he pulled out and forced me to my knees. He stuck his slimy
cock in my face and ordered me to clean it. Then he forced me to
clean Sharon with my mouth as well.

When he was satisfied he said, "You have the same cubicle you had
Saturday. You will also serve the same four tables. Put your
dress away cunt. Then you two get your tables ready for
opening."

I handed Sharon her dress and her thong and I started taking the
chairs off of her tables and putting them down. Sharon came back
out and set out the ash trays and lit the candles. We were all
ready to go and still had forty-five minutes before the club
opened.

Jeff called us into his office. His three partners were in there
with him. Or employees, or whatever Chuck, Ron and Gene were.
Jeff was obviously in charge but I wasn't sure what his
relationship was with the other three men. Anyway, all four of
them were there. Jeff asked Sharon how things were going at work
and if her new outfits were popular.

Sharon told them about how her supervisor was taking advantage of
her now and that he had managed to get some of the details of the
club from her. She told Jeff that Mr. Kraft was fascinated by the
concept of a club devoted to raping young housewives.

Jeff smiled and handed her one of his cards and said, "Have him
call me tomorrow after three." Then he got up and pushed her down
over his desk and fucked her. I was forced to clean them both up
but much to my surprise the other three men just watched without
joining in.

Jeff saw that I was surprised when the other three didn't rape
Sharon in turn, as they usually did. He smiled and said, "Don't
feel bad. It isn't that they don't love you anymore. We have
something special planned for later and they are going to need
their strength. I just needed to take the edge off. Now get your
fucking asses out there and get ready to keep my customers
happy."

We went back out into the club and I saw that the tables were all
ready and one of the girls was up on stage waiting for the first
customer to arrive and the music to start. The other girls were
with their husbands in front of their cubicles.

At six the music started and the girl on stage started dancing.
The club started filling up fast and it wasn't long after the
women had served the first round of drinks that they started
coming back to the cubicles with customers or doing those obscene
lap dances.

Sharon was being called upon more often to serve some of the
other tables when the woman that was assigned to those tables was
on stage or when she was in her cube with a customer. That meant
many more men took the opportunity to grope her and pull her into
their laps and all but rape her right there at the table. She was
still the new girl and it would probably be a while before the
novelty wore off.

Sharon had come back to her cube with eight customers in the
first two hours. It seemed to me that she was making more trips
back here than the other girls but it might have been just my
impression.

Everything came to a sudden stop at 8:00 P.M. when Jeff stepped
up on stage and the music was turned off. It took a couple of
minutes for the crowd to get quiet and Jeff stood there patiently
with the woman who had been about to start dancing. She looked
terrified. She was a very pretty redhead. She appeared older than
most of the other women, though not old by any means. She had a
very large set of breasts and I remembered her dancing last
Saturday. They had really moved around a lot as she did her
obscene dance.

The crowd finally got quiet and Jeff said, "I think most of you
have met Tracy."

There were some crude remarks and lewd laughing and Jeff waited
for that to subside. Tracy stood there obviously humiliated and
now that she knew that it was no coincidence that Jeff had joined
her on stage she was even more terrified.

When the crowd had gotten quiet again Jeff said, "Tracy has been
working here for almost two months now but for some reason I
think that she is unhappy with her job. She made a phone call
today to one of my friends at the local police department and
made some horrible accusations about me and my friends and even
about you gentlemen."

Trace fell to her knees. She was white as a sheet. She covered
her face with her hands and sobbed. She knew, everyone knew, even
I knew that something terrible was going to happen now. I looked
at the faces of the men in the audience and it was enough to make
you sick. They were excited and then some. They reminded me of a
pack of hyenas, salivating as they waited for the remains that
they knew Jeff was going to toss to them when he was finished
with Tracy.

Jeff addressed his next remarks to the women and their husbands.
"Ladies and wimps, everyone on the police payroll is not a friend
of mine. But many are and you will never know which ones are and
which ones aren't. And either way I will hear about it if you try
to cross me. I thought I had made that clear but apparently I
need to provide you with an example of how upset I get when you
go making phone calls and saying horrible things about me and my
friends."

Jeff nodded and one of the bouncers and the Danny the bartender
came up on stage holding Tracy's husband between them. He had
apparently not gone willingly. His face was bruised.

They sat him down roughly in a straight chair and handcuffed his
wrists to the back legs of the chair. He struggled briefly but
once he was helpless Danny slapped him a couple of times and he
sat still.

Jeff said, "Most of you have met Tracy's husband Chad. He has
been kind enough to take your money when you fucked Tracy over
the last couple of months. Now I would like to introduce you to
their daughter Jennifer."

Tracy screamed and tried to scramble to her feet and Chad
struggled violently with his handcuffs, trying to get loose and
come to the aid of his daughter as Chuck and Ron came out from
backstage with a terrified young girl between them.

Jeff grabbed a handful of Tracy's hair and restrained her. She
struggled to break free but he hardly seemed to notice.

Jeff went on, "Jennifer just turned fourteen. She has been in my
office watching her mother wait on tables for the last two hours
through that window and watching her go into the back room to
fuck a few of the customers from time to time. I thought it was
important that Jennifer be here to help me make the point about
how hurt I was when Tracy started spreading those nasty rumors
about me."

Gene came out of the back with a bench and put it on the floor
behind Jeff and Tracy. I figured that there must have been some
special significance to that bench because both Chad and Tracy
went nuts again.

Jeff all but threw Tracy down on the bench on her back and while
he held her down Gene tied her arms and legs in place. It must
have been a very heavy bench because despite her violent
struggles it didn't move an inch.

Once Tracy was restrained Jeff turned to Chuck and Ron and said,
"You might as well make Jennifer a little more comfortable."

They grinned and started ripping the young girls clothing from
her body violently. The crowd went crazy as she was stripped and
her clothes tossed out to them.

It was disgusting to watch. The poor girl was a late bloomer I
guess. She had very small breasts and almost no pubic hair. I
would not have guessed that she was fourteen. But then, I have
never before seen a girl that age without her clothes on so I'm
not an expert.

Once she was naked she stood passively between Chuck and Ron and
both men roughly explored her small, developing body with their
hands and whispered something in her ears. I didn't know what
they were saying but it was not what she wanted to hear. She was
shaking her head constantly and in between her piteous sobs she
was begging them to let her go, to let all three of them go.

I saw movement in front of the stage and for the first time I
noticed the cameramen that had recorded all of the action the
first night that Sharon and I had been raped. They were moving
around and filming the show on stage.

While I was distracted by them, Gene came out from backstage
again. This time he was leading a large dog. It looked like the
same mixed breed mutt that had fucked Sharon.

Jennifer didn't seem to realize the significance of the dog on
stage. But her parents did. They both started to struggle in vain
again as Gene led the dog over to Tracy and the crowd cheered.

I didn't want to watch. But when I turned away I saw that all of
the other women, Sharon included, were on their knees in the
crowd and sucking the cocks of the customers. I didn't want to
watch that either.

The dog was led up between Tracy's thighs and he knew what he was
there for. He was obviously trained for this. He ignored the
crowd noise and began to lap at Tracy's pussy for only a short
time before he moved right up over top of her on that low bench.
He lapped at her body as he moved up and as he reached the point
that his cock was in contact with her pussy and entered her
violently his tongue was lapping at her face.

He thrust into her brutally for a very short time. I could see
his knot growing as he fucked her in short, incredibly fast
strokes and then she screamed as the knot entered her. Once his
knot was buried inside of her he stopped and his body shivered as
he began filling her with his hot cum.

Meanwhile the cameramen moved around and filmed them from all
angles, making sure to get lots of close-ups. They also got a lot
of film of her husband's tortured reaction and their daughter's
near hysterics. They also made sure to get a lot of footage of
her naked young body.

The dog finally collapsed on top of Tracy and having recently
gone through this ourselves we knew that he was waiting for his
knot to recede enough that he could pull out of her pussy.

The crowd wasn't bored though. They were still enjoying the show
and they were still taking advantage of the girls who were being
passed from man to man in the audience. It seemed to be an
accepted practice that the crowd was able to get free blowjobs
when something like this was happening on stage. I noticed that
Jeff didn't seem upset about all the free sex he was giving
away.

The dog finally pulled his knot from Tracy. She cried out in pain
as he pulled free and then she just cried quietly. Her husband
and daughter were crying too. Hell, I was so upset I felt like
crying.

Gene led the dog away and I thought it was over. I am apparently
the only one that thought that. He came back out in a couple of
minutes with another dog, a large German shepherd. It started all
over again with the new dog. I won't go into detail. It was a
repetition of the first dog rape and it was just as disgusting.

I glanced back out at the audience and I noticed that Sharon was
still on her knees and had gotten halfway around the second of
her four tables providing free face fucks. You couldn't call them
blowjobs.

When the second dog finally pulled free he was led backstage.
Gene came right back out though. This time he was leading a huge
Great Dane. Gene held him back and once the crowd settled down
again Jeff went over to Tracy and slapped her face a couple of
times to get her attention.

When she finally looked him in the eye and appeared more or less
lucid he said, "You look tired Tracy. It must be pretty hard work
fucking those dogs. Just to show you that my heart is in the
right place I'm going to offer you a chance to take a break."

Everyone, including Tracy, knew that he had something nasty in
mind. He stood there smiling down at her and said, "If you would
like, I'll let you up and Jennifer can take your place with this
last dog. Sweet, virginal Jennifer. Then you could take a
break."

Tracy screamed, "NO! You leave my daughter alone!"

Jeff acted hurt and said, "Tracy! I was just trying to be nice.
I'll tell you what. Since your pussy looks so red and sore I'm
going to let you suck Titan's cock instead of fucking him. How
does that sound?"

Tracy groaned and said, "Oh god no! I can't do that!"

Jeff sounded so sympathetic when he said, "Okay Tracy. That's
alright. We'll just let him fuck Jennifer and you can rest."

The place was quiet except for the sound of thirteen women
sucking cocks in the audience. The men were getting a huge kick
out of the way that Jeff was tormenting Tracy and her family.

Tracy finally whispered something and Jeff said, "What was that
Tracy? I couldn't hear you."

She was broken now. The only thing that mattered to her was
protecting her daughter. She cleared her throat and said, "I said
I'll do it. I'll suck the dog's cock."

There was laughter in the audience as Jeff untied her from the
bench. Gene brought the dog to the front of the stage and it
seemed to know that something good was going to happen. He was
agitated, hard to control. But Gene got the dog to lie down and
Jeff pushed Tracy off of the bench. She crawled over to the dog
and stared at the large animal's incredibly large cock. Most of
it was still in the sheath but it had begun to grow erect and
already nearly two inches of it was uncovered. The dog had
undoubtedly detected the smell of cum in the air and was already
getting aroused.

Jeff nudged Tracy's ass with his foot and she seemed to stir from
her trance. She reached out and began to play with the dog's
cock. As it grew she bent forward with a look of horror on her
face that I could never adequately describe and tentatively
licked at the narrow tip, making it grow hard that much quicker.


I was shocked. I had no idea that a dog's cock could grow that
large. It looked to be almost ten inches long and she could just
barely get her hands around it at the base.

She had tears running down her cheeks as she bent down and took
the dog's cock into her mouth. She started sucking and gagging
almost continuously.

Jeff kicked her in the backside again and said, "Come on you
stupid cunt. You can do better than that. We taught you how to
suck a cock. A cock is a cock for Christ's sake. Suck that thing
bitch. Take it down your throat and hold it there until he
finishes with you."

I realized that the dog's cock was filling her mouth and throat
with its slimy cum almost from the beginning. It was hunching its
hips at first but finally it relaxed and let Tracy do all of the
work. She took him into her throat and her back arched as she
choked and gagged but she got her natural instincts under control
and held on, allowing the dog to get all but the huge knot in her
mouth and throat.

It went on for a very long time. He lasted much longer than the
first two dogs. But finally it was over and she let his cock fall
from her mouth. She sat up and fought to control her rebelling
stomach while the crowd cheered.

Gene led the dog backstage and Jeff pulled Tracy up by a handful
of her hair and made her lie back down on the bench. She sobbed,
"Please, no more! I can't take anymore."

Jeff smiled down at her and said, "That's okay Tracy. You can
rest for a few minutes now. But if you move I'll have every stray
dog in town rounded up for you."

She went limp and lay there on the bench with her eyes closed and
cried quietly. Jeff turned to Chuck and Ron who were still
holding and crudely groping Jennifer and he nodded.

They led her over to the bench and stood her at her mother's
head. Then they bent her down and she rested her weight on her
mother's stomach. They moved her down until her virgin opening
was located right over her mother's face and in a calm,
reasonable voice Jeff said, "Remember what I told you Tracy."

Then he moved over behind Jennifer and pulled his pants and his
underwear down. He slid his hard cock between the poor girl's
thighs and I had to look away. I had been wishing since the
beginning of this hellish performance that I had not listened to
Sharon. I wished that I had stalked that cruel son of a bitch and
shot him to death. But I hadn't and now I couldn't stand to watch
as he raped that young girl while she rested on her mother's
raped and degraded body.

I turned away and looked at the lust filled expressions on the
faces of the men in the audience as Jennifer cried out. It
occurred to me that this was why Jeff had raped Sharon earlier to
take the edge off. He wanted to last a long time when he raped
Tracy's little girl in front of her and her husband.

I tried not to think about what was happening on the stage. I
looked back once to see him raping that young girl with his
typical, vicious thrusts. She cried out with each stroke and I
saw her young, immature breasts bouncing on her small chest as
she clung to her mother and they both cried hysterically. I
couldn't watch much of that though. I turned back to the
audience.

At first I couldn't locate Sharon. I finally spotted her on her
hands and knees near one of her tables. She was being fucked from
behind by one customer and another was fucking her face just as
enthusiastically. Others were lined up and impatiently waiting
their turns.

As soon as one man came in either of her openings and moved away
another man took his place. The two men who were raping her when
I spotted her reached orgasm and then two more men raped her to
conclusion before Jeff finished raping Jennifer on stage.

Jennifer's torment wasn't over though. If, indeed, her torment
would ever end. The memories of this night would no doubt haunt
her for the rest of her life.

As soon as Jeff stepped away from her, leaving her young body
exposed and vulnerable, Chuck took his turn. He was followed
immediately by Ron and then of course Gene was last. When Gene
was finished with her the bartender came on stage and pulled his
big cock out. He leaned down and whispered something to Jennifer
and she nodded.

She slid off of her mother and dropped to her knees in front of
Danny. There was pure terror on her face as she looked at his
large, throbbing cock bouncing around right in front of her face.


Danny said something to her and she put her hand around the base
of his cock, or at least as far around it as it would go. Then
she leaned forward and started kissing it while one of the
cameramen got some close-ups of what was obviously her first oral
sex.

She kissed and then licked his cock for a minute or two before
taking the head of it into her mouth. Danny was obviously not
satisfied with how little of his massive organ she could take in
her mouth. He held her head and tried very hard to stuff more of
it into her mouth. But she was just too small and despite his
best efforts it wouldn't go any farther.

Fortunately, I guess, he didn't last long before he held on tight
and shot his load down her throat. As he pulled his cock out of
her mouth she started to gag and he slapped her and yelled at her
that if she didn't keep it down he'd do it again.

I hoped it was over now. But they had one last indignity planned
for her. They had pulled her father's pants down to his ankles
and Chuck and Ron dragged the poor girl over and forced her mouth
down over his cock. As soon as his cock was hard they pulled her
up and sat her down on it and ordered her to fuck him until he
reached orgasm.

There was a vacant look in her eyes now. She obeyed their orders
listlessly. But she obeyed. I couldn't see her father's face. Her
body was between me and him. I don't think I needed to see his
face to know what he was thinking or what he was feeling though.


Tracy hadn't moved since they had pulled Jennifer off of her. She
was lying on her back and crying so hard that her whole body
shook with the sobs.

Jennifer must have finally gotten her father to reach orgasm, or
at least Jeff was satisfied that she had tried for long enough.
They pulled her off of him and put her in another straight chair
that they had brought on stage for her.

Ron and Gene took Tracy away and I guess they cleaned her up.
They brought her back out and put her back on the bench and for
the rest of the night men from the audience came on stage and
raped her in front of her husband and daughter.

The regular show didn't stop though. The music started again and
the other women, after being given a chance to clean up and
refill everyone's drinks, took to the stage again and did their
individual acts as if they were alone on stage. It was totally
bizarre.

When the music started again the free sex came to an end. Even
the men that went up on stage to rape Tracy had to start paying
again. I saw each of them hand Jennifer a one dollar bill before
they raped her mother.

Sharon was soon leading men back to her cube just like all the
others. After watching that horrible sex show they were rowdier
than normal and I heard a lot of women crying out in pain as the
men vented their lust on them.

There were a lot more lap dances too. Sharon had been given
another table to serve to help cover for Tracy while she was busy
on stage. I had been so horrified by what was happening that I
hadn't even noticed how much time had passed between Jeff getting
everyone's attention and Tracy being made available to the
audience for a dollar apiece. But once things settled down and I
looked at my watch I was surprised to see that it was almost
midnight. There was only another hour to go before they closed up
and the customers left. Unfortunately, a lot of men can rape a
woman in an hour, especially when they double up.

In that last hour Sharon was raped by another eight men. I have
no idea how many men raped her during the show. It looked like
everyone at her five tables had an opportunity though.

They finally ran everyone out at one in the morning. It had been
physically exhausting for the women and mentally exhausting for
their husbands. Yes, I know. There is no comparison. It had, of
course, been much harder for the women.

But I desperately needed a drink. The things that I had witnessed
tonight would scar me for the rest of my life. I didn't doubt
that it would have the same effect on the other twelve couples
that were forced to witness what took place. I have no idea how
Tracy, Chad and Jennifer are going to survive.

Chuck came around after all the customers were gone and picked up
the money that I had collected from Sharon's customers for the
opportunity to rape her. Then Sharon and I went to work cleaning
off the tables and putting the chairs up. We cleaned up under
them and finally we were done for the night. Sharon and the other
women all got dressed and we gathered by the door. It was two in
the morning by the time we got out of there. Tracy and her family
were still on stage. I don't know what was in store for them now.


As we were gathered at the door waiting to be released, Jeff came
out and said, "I hope everyone got the message this evening. If
not, well, we never run out of ideas. Now get out of here."

We rode home in silence. I wondered if what we had seen this
evening would have any effect on her refusal to let me take any
action to get these men out of our lives. When we got home I
found that it had. Not the effect I had anticipated though.

As soon as we were safely inside I headed for the kitchen to make
us both a stiff drink. It was late and we were both exhausted but
we were too distraught to go straight to bed. When I brought our
drinks into the living room Sharon was sitting there in the nude
rubbing skin lotion on her sore knees.

She took the drink that I offered her and took several large
swallows. She looked me in the eyes and said, "That's why I don't
want you to do anything, Mike. I don't want it to be us up on
that stage. I don't want it to be me getting raped by dogs and
then by every man in the club. What we have to deal with now
is...I can't think of a word bad enough. It's horrible. But it
could be so much worse. I can't imagine how those three people
are going to deal with what happened to them tonight. That poor
little girl! Those men should be shot. You are right about that.
But not by you, it's too big a risk. I just want to survive this
and get on with our lives."

I couldn't blame her for what she felt, especially after what I
witnessed this evening. I didn't agree that the only solution was
to submit. But I couldn't put her in further jeopardy by doing
something stupid either. We did learn one valuable lesson this
evening. The dumbest thing we could do would be to call the cops.
That was how Tracy and her family had ended up on that stage this
evening.

We took our drinks upstairs. I didn't even think about the fact
that we had eaten nothing today until after Sharon took a shower
and we were in bed. I offered to make her something but she shook
her head and said, "No baby. Thanks for offering. I'm too tired
and too upset. I couldn't eat."

I knew how she felt. I was too tired and too stressed out to eat
too. The images of that horrible show this evening were turning
my stomach.

What was almost as distressing was how much the men in that
audience of perverts had obviously enjoyed it. I had noticed that
many of them, when they went up to hand that young girl a dollar
to rape her mother, had pawed her as well. You could see that
they were disappointed that she wasn't being thrown to the wolves
along with her mother.

In the morning we were still too tired and stressed out to eat
breakfast. I made coffee while Sharon got dressed, if you want to
call putting on that dress she had to wear getting dressed. Each
day her dress was a little more revealing. She had arranged them
that way, but it had been difficult. All of them were outrageous
and totally inappropriate for the office.

Today's dress was a lighter color than the previous two and her
nipples were far more obvious. It also had a very deep cleavage.
It was totally unsuited to wear to work. But she had no choice,
especially now that she had been instructed to ask Mr. Kraft to
call Jeff this afternoon.

We planned on going out to lunch today but that fell through.
Sharon called me to say that she had to stop by Mr. Kraft's
office and give him Jeff's number and ask him to call and that
she would come to my office so that we could go to lunch. I
waited for a few minutes and instead she called and asked me to
come to Mr. Kraft's office. Her voice sounded shaky and I knew
that I wasn't going to like what I found when I got there.

I was right. I knocked at his door and he called out for me to
come in. I opened his door and saw him fucking Sharon while she
was bent over sucking off my supervisor, Mr. James.

He looked up and said, "Come in and lock the door Mike." I sighed
in deepening despair and followed his instructions. When the door
was locked I was instructed to sit near them. Once I was seated
Mr. Kraft asked, "Are you comfortable Mike?"

I just stared at him.

He chuckled and said, "I decided to share the wealth and invite
your supervisor to join in the fun and games. I hope you don't
mind. Well, no, actually, I hope you do. I've never fucked a
beautiful young woman in front of her husband before and the idea
of it really turns me on. Sharon has been telling me some of the
things that have been happening to you lately. I suppose that I
find them a lot more interesting than you do."

He turned his attention back to Sharon then. He was nearing
orgasm and he sped up and began to fuck her violently for a
moment before he tensed up and sighed loudly. When he was done he
stepped away and leaned back against his desk. He watched Sharon
sucking Mr. James' cock for a moment and then he said, "I
understand that you are getting pretty good at cleaning up after
your sweet young wife gets fucked. I want you to come over here
and demonstrate for me and Cal how you clean up after someone
fucks her."

Mr. James moaned and said, "Hurry up Mike. I want to see that
before I bust a nut here and I'm getting close."

I gave in. What choice did I have? I went over and dropped to my
knees in front of Mr. Kraft and sucked his cock clean. I started
to move away to clean Sharon but he stopped me.

"You aren't done here Mike. My balls are pretty nasty too. Come
on boy, if a job is worth doing it's worth doing right."

I turned back and licked his balls clean and even licked up a few
traces of cum that were on his thighs. Then I turned and ate
Sharon's pussy clean while she brought my supervisor to a
climax.

I hoped that it was over but my hopes were dashed when Mr. James
said, "I still want to fuck that pretty cunt baby. Get me hard
again."

Sharon took him back into her mouth and he quickly got hard
again. As soon as his cock was hard he got up and made her kneel
on the cushion of his chair and lean forward over the back of it.
Then he ordered me to come closer and guide his cock into her
pussy.

I obeyed and as soon as Mr. James was happily fucking my wife Mr.
Kraft stepped closer and watched his cock moving in and out of
her. After a moment he said, "I've never actually seen a woman
getting fucked up close and personal like this. It's pretty
exciting isn't it Mike?"

I ignored him, which turned out to be a mistake. He paused for a
minute before he said, "Well, if you don't want to talk let's
find something else to do with your mouth. I've never been sucked
off by another man before. I've heard that they are pretty good
at it once they get a little practice. Come on boy, open wide."

I turned to face him and opened my mouth. I had had enough cocks
in my mouth lately that it probably shouldn't have been as
traumatic as it was. I guess it was just the idea that this was
Mr. Kraft, someone I worked with, someone that I knew. It wasn't
one of those nasty perverts from the club. For some reason that
made it worse.

Mr. Kraft watched me suck his cock for a few seconds but quickly
turned his attention back to Mr. James raping my wife. As he
watched he held my head in his hands and began to fuck my mouth
and throat. I had done this enough times in the last week that
you would have thought it would have started to get easier. It
hadn't. It hurt like hell. But the humiliation was far worse than
the physical pain.

Mr. James reached orgasm first and remained with his cock buried
in Sharon until Mr. Kraft pulled my face against his belly and
came in my throat. When he was finished he staggered away and my
supervisor pulled out of my wife's pussy and said, "Come on boy,
show me what you've got."

I moved closer and took is nasty cock in my mouth and sucked him
clean. I made sure to get his balls clean too. Then, after he
pulled away I cleaned Sharon again.

I saw Mr. Kraft glance at the clock on the wall. I looked up and
saw that we only had a little more than fifteen minutes of our
lunch hour left. Of course, now that both of our supervisors were
colluding there was no assurance that these rapes would be
confined to our lunch hour now.

Our supervisors got dressed and we waited for them to give some
indication that we could leave. I finally said, "Sharon and I
have not eaten in almost two days. Would you please permit her to
get dressed and allow us to go get a hamburger?"

They were both totally satisfied now and obviously pleased by our
submission. They looked at each other and finally Mr. Kraft said,
"I don't see why not. We don't want you two getting sick. I want
you both back in here at three when I call this guy Jeff. If we
want either one of you before then we'll call you."

Sharon dressed hurriedly and we got out of there before they
changed their minds. We were quiet all of the way to the burger
place. There wasn't much to say. We certainly didn't want to talk
about what had just taken place in Mr. Kraft's office or what we
had to look forward to tonight at the club.

We went through the drive-through again and got a couple of
burgers and soft drinks and drove out by the runway to eat. Even
though I had not eaten at all yesterday and not much the day
before I couldn't finish my burger. Sharon didn't finish hers
either. But at least we were able to get the terrible taste that
lingered from being raped by our supervisors out of our mouths.
Unfortunately the memories were not that easy to purge.

I didn't feel any need to hurry back. I didn't think that they
would say anything if we were a few minutes late. They were
having too much fun with us for the moment. It was a quarter
after two when I finally got back to the office. We sat in the
car for a couple of minutes more. We had not spoken except to
order food since we left Kraft's office.

I reached over and took Sharon's hand and squeezed. She looked up
and I saw that she was on the verge of tears. I moved closer and
took her in my arms and told her I loved her and the damn burst.
She cried loud and hard and I just held her close. There was
nothing I could say to make things better.

She finally calmed down and dried her eyes. She blew her nose and
finally she turned and kissed me and said, "You're so smart. I
love you Mike."

I didn't know what the hell she was talking about. She saw the
confusion on my face and she smiled wryly and said, "If you had
said that everything was going to be okay I would have slapped
you silly. You were smart enough to know that I just needed to be
held."

She kissed me again and we went inside. We got a few strange
looks as we went in. In part I suppose that was due to the hour
of our return, it was 2:30 now. But I imagine that Sharon's dress
was the reason for most of the looks we got.

We split up inside and I said, "See you at three," as we headed
for our offices.

I went to my cube and sat down and just stared at Sharon's
picture on my desk for a few minutes. I had no intention of doing
any work for the next half hour. My reverie was disturbed when
Paul came in and said, "Hey Mike, do you have a minute?"

I looked up, startled. I had been sitting in an almost
trance-like state, my mind completely blank. I nodded to Paul and
he came in and sat down in the chair beside my desk. He obviously
had something on his mind and it didn't take a rocket scientist
to figure out what it was. He had been noticing the way Sharon
had dressed this week. It was totally out of character for her
and he was curious.

As it turned out though, that was a part of what was on his mind.
But it was more than that. He was uncomfortable but he finally
asked, "Mike, is everything alright with you and Sharon?"

I tried to figure out how to answer him but he went on, "You seem
really upset. You haven't been yourself for more than a week now.
You don't smile or laugh or even leave your cubicle to talk to
anyone. And Sharon! My god! I mean, she is hot, I love her new
outfits. But I know her well enough to know that she is not
comfortable in those dresses. What's going on man? Are you
guys...Jesus! I don't even know what to ask. I can't imagine what
would bring about this change in you two. Are you guys in some
kind of trouble?"

I certainly couldn't answer him honestly. I didn't know what to
say. I liked Paul. We had been friends since I started working
here. He is my age and we have a lot in common. He is still
single and we invite him over for dinner sometimes so he knew
Sharon pretty well too.

I finally said, "I don't know what to tell you Paul. There is
obviously something going on. I don't want to lie to you. But I
can't really talk about it right now. I appreciate your concern
though."

He tried to get me to open up but I couldn't. He was still
concerned when he left my cube but I had to hurry him out. I had
an appointment with Kraft in his office in a couple of minutes.

I got up and went down to the other end of the building to
Sharon's cube. She was sitting at her desk staring blankly at her
computer screen. I guess she was getting as much work done as I
was lately.

She looked up when I came in and the look of despair on her face
broke my heart. I looked down at the beautiful, sexy young woman
who was my loving wife and the realization that now her entire
life revolved around being a rape victim was a knife in my guts.


The idea that it was no longer confined to the activities at the
club but was now a problem in the office too made it
exponentially worse on both a mental and a physical level. We
never had a moment to rest. We spent our nights in the club where
she was raped and humiliated and degraded constantly on a level
we could never even have imagined before it happened. We had only
enough time to go home after we left the club and sleep for three
or four hours at the most, not nearly long enough to recuperate.
Then we came to our real jobs and the degradation began all over
again. Our world seemed to be populated now by dirty old men who
were free to rape us at will. We didn't get enough to eat and we
didn't get enough sleep. I didn't see how we could keep this up
for months.

Sharon got to her feet and we went down to Kraft's office. His
door was open and Mr. James was in with him. They saw us approach
and Kraft waved us in and ordered me to lock his door.

As soon as the door was locked he ordered Sharon to undress. When
she was naked he waved her over and pulled her into his lap. His
hands began to grope her immediately. He was rough and you got
the impression that he was doing it not for the pleasure he
received from touching her but for the sole purpose of
humiliating her.

He picked up the phone and dialed Jeff's number and then we
listened to his half of the conversation as he sat there with his
fingers inside of my wife. They talked a little about the club
and Kraft told Jeff how much he was enjoying the services of both
of us now. He also mentioned his good friend Mr. James. He
thanked Jeff for training us so well.

There was a discussion of the DVDs that Jeff had made of our
exploits and then Kraft and James were offered a membership in
the club. They had obviously been hoping for just such an offer
and they accepted immediately.

I didn't see how it could make our lives any worse for the
moment. My concern was that now it would never end. Even when
Jeff and his crew tired of us we would still be under the thumbs
of Mr. Kraft and Mr. James. While both men were more than twice
our age, neither one was anywhere near retirement age. This
situation could go on forever now.

The phone call lasted nearly twenty minutes and after it ended
Kraft laid Sharon across his desk and fucked her pussy while
James fucked her throat. They both mauled her tits roughly as
they raped her.

Kraft reached orgasm first and he watched James until he shot his
seed into her throat. When James pulled his cock free Kraft
pulled his soft cock out of her pussy. He stared down at her
freshly fucked hole and when his cum started to leak out of her
he scooped it up and painted her lips with it. He ordered her to
lick her lips and he repeated that process several times until he
was bored. Then he made me clean him and what was left of the
mess he had deposited in her.

While I was sucking her pussy clean Kraft and James were joking
about not being able to get it up again tonight when they visited
the club for the first time. Somehow I couldn't find it in myself
to feel sorry for them.

They finally let Sharon dress. It was now only ten minutes until
quitting time. Before we left Kraft said, "Sharon, from now on I
don't see any need for that tiny little scrap of cloth you wear
under your dress. It's sexy, but I prefer being able to see and
touch your cunt whenever I want. And I think more people should
get to enjoy that little thing. If it were up to me, I'd have you
come to work naked. But I can't get away with that. So for now I
want you to just wear the dresses and the shoes. Your ass looks
so hot in those high heels."

Sharon just nodded.

Kraft said, "Okay, you two can go now. We're going to get
something to eat. We'll see you this evening when the club
opens."

Sharon and I took that as permission to leave the building. It
would make us a little late but we decided to stop at a
restaurant with a good salad bar and just have a quick salad and
a drink before we went to the club.

We still got to the club in plenty of time to get Sharon's tables
ready and no one said anything to us. We were ready with a half
hour to spare and we went over to stand by our cubicle like the
other couples.

A few minutes later the bartender came over. He said, "You are
going to have to take care of table five tonight. That lazy bitch
Tracy is taking another day off."

After what Tracy and her husband and daughter had gone through I
would be shocked if they came back in here.

Danny grabbed Sharon and took her into her cube. She had already
removed her dress. All she had on since we arrived was her normal
working uniform, black high heels. Danny pushed her towards the
bed and ordered her to get up on her hands and knees. He pulled
his pants down while she was getting on the bed. When he had
exposed his large cock sufficiently he moved closer to the bed
and arranged Sharon so that her knees were right on the edge.

I turned to face the club. I had no desire to watch this creep
rape my wife. I heard her cry out in pain and I turned back to
see him trying to force his cock into her. I didn't realize that
he was trying to rape her ungreased ass.

He called me in. From his voice it sounded like he resented the
fact that she couldn't accommodate his large cock. When I saw
where he was trying to put it I was afraid that he was going to
damage her.

He ordered me to use my tongue to get her ass ready for him. I
begged him to let me use a lubricant and stretch her out with my
fingers so that he didn't harm her. He smiled evilly and said, "I
don't like that shit. So you had best do a good job with your
fucking tongue. One of these days I'm going to fuck your faggot
ass and I ain't gonna use grease for you either. Now do what I
fucking told you god damn it!"

I leaned over and licked Sharon's ass and put my tongue inside
her as far as it would go. I got it as wet as possible and pushed
as much saliva into her orifice as I could. I kept it up until he
got impatient. He pulled my face away using a handful of my hair
as a handle and steered my mouth to his hard cock. When the head
of his cock was resting against my lips he said, "I'll do you a
favor faggot. I'll let you get my cock wet too. Just don't enjoy
it too much."

I opened my mouth and he shoved his hard, fat cock all the way
into my mouth and throat in one vicious thrust. It hurt but I was
getting used to it. I didn't even gag this time. I used my tongue
as much as possible and made his cock as wet as I could. He
didn't give me much time and I must confess that I had mixed
emotions about that. I knew that he was going to cause Sharon a
lot of pain with his fat, ungreased cock.

He pushed my head away after a few strokes and said, "Okay
faggot. Line me up and help me get that big pole in your pretty
wife's little hole."

I pulled one of her ass cheeks out, spreading her open so that I
could see her tiny pink hole and guided his cock to her with my
hand. There was still quite a bit of saliva there but saliva is
not a good lubricant. Sharon cried out in pain as Danny forced
his cock into her with no concern for her feelings or her safety.


Sharon was crying loudly and with every stroke she cried out in
pain. I tried to move away but Danny said, "Don't move you
fucking wimp. I want you to see how it's done. This is how to
fuck a broad. Fucking is all about a man getting his rocks off.
It ain't supposed to feel good for the bitch. Watch and learn
faggot."

I had become aware of the second bouncer entering the cube and
watching Danny rape Sharon's ass. He said, "Shit Danny. Don't
kill the whore." He watched for a minute or two and then he
asked, "Want me to put something in her mouth to shut her up?"

Danny was grunting with the exertion as he fucked Sharon
violently. He said, "You can fuck her mouth if you want Sid. I
like hearing her cry when I fuck her but I don't really have time
to do it right. I gotta finish up behind the bar. So go ahead and
plug the other end. You want wussy here to feed it to her for
you?"

Sid said, "Naw. I don't have any use for faggots. I can find her
mouth without his help. My cock will just home in on all the
fucking noise."

Sid walked around to the other side of the narrow cot. He
unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Sharon may have been
aware that he was there but all of her attention was focused on
the pain in her ass. She didn't respond at first when Sid placed
the head of his cock against her lips.

He gave her ten or fifteen seconds and then he backed off a
little and drew back and gave her a vicious slap to the face.

She cried out and almost fell off the cot. Sid stepped close
again and grabbed a handful of her hair. This time when he placed
his cock against her lips she opened her mouth and started
sucking on him.

He didn't really give her much of a chance to suck his cock
though. He started pulling her face down his shaft and thrusting
his hips and his cock. Thankfully his cock was no larger than
mine. He drove it in to the hilt with the first cruel thrust.

Soon the two men's strokes were coordinated and Sharon was
grunting loudly around the cock in her mouth as Danny fucked her
with increasing violence.

I continued to kneel where Danny wanted me. His cock was raping
Sharon's ass less than two feet from my face. But I wasn't
watching. I was staring at nothing and trying not to hear the
pain that Sharon was suffering. I almost didn't notice when Danny
shot his cum into her. He made sure I was aware of it though. He
pulled his cock out of her and turned to face me. I knew what he
wanted and I didn't hesitate. I opened my mouth and sucked it
clean.

When he was satisfied he left me there and pulled his pants up
and left without a word. I was relieved that he hadn't ordered me
to clean Sharon. I am pretty sure that we both preferred that she
clean herself with warm water and a cloth.

A few minutes later Sid reached his orgasm. Sharon swallowed and
he backed up and zipped his pants up. After he left I helped
Sharon up and I dampened a cloth for her. While she was cleaning
herself I noticed the red marks on her face from Sid's zipper
rubbing against her tender skin.

When she was finished cleaning up I suggested that she put some
cream on her face. She rubbed her face where the marks were. Her
eyes were red from crying and she had a kind of dazed look on her
face.

I suggested that she take a couple of Tylenol before the club
opened and she said, "I already did. I take a couple every night
before I have to come here. It doesn't help much. These beasts
are stronger than Tylenol and most of the pain is in my mind. I
sometimes think that I am going to go crazy."

She got a small tube of cream out of her purse and I applied it
to the red marks on her face. They weren't that bad. They would
be gone in a little while. It was more irritation than damaged
skin.

We stood outside the cube when she had put the cream away. I told
her I loved her and she grinned wryly. We were discreet about it.
We didn't want to attract attention to ourselves.

We heard the music start. That was the sign that the club was
open. I turned to face the tables and Sharon moved over to await
her first customers.

The first two men to come in were Mr. Kraft and Mr. James. The
other bouncer, Mo, escorted them across the club to Jeff's
office. They were in there for a long time but I had to watch
Sharon and didn't waste too much time worrying about them.

Sharon was soon fetching drinks and being roughly handled by five
tables full of horny, perverted men. They took it kind of easy on
her until everyone at her tables had drinks. Once everyone had
been served though, the torment started getting ramped up.

Her first customers were two older, grossly overweight men that
looked like brothers. They escorted her to the cube and I
followed them in and collected their money. Then I stepped out
again.

As soon as I was outside I turned to watch the girl on stage. I
had seen her in here every time we came in but I didn't know her.
I didn't even know her name. She was a very pretty, very young
looking blonde with a phony smile pasted on her lips and a sad
look in her eyes.

Some of the girls actually danced when they were on stage. But
most of them had some kind of sexual act that they had to
perform. They were all choreographed by someone who worked for
Jeff. They were all obscene and humiliating and degrading. Some
of them, I am embarrassed to admit, were very exciting to watch.
I couldn't help wondering what Sharon would be made to do when
they gave her an act.

I noticed our supervisors, Mr. James and Mr. Kraft, coming out of
Jeff's office finally. They talked to Danny for a minute and then
they found a table with two empty chairs. They were not at one of
Sharon's tables. But then, they didn't need to be. They could
fuck her at the office five days a week.

I noticed that they were both carrying small, brown paper bags
when they came out of Jeff's office and I remembered that they
said something about Jeff offering them copies of the DVDs that
they had made of us. I hated the idea that those things even
existed but I didn't see where they could make our lives any
harder in the hands of James and Kraft.

I had been so distracted that I hadn't noticed the passing of
time. I was startled when the two men came out of Sharon's cube
and returned to the table. She came out a few minutes later. She
didn't look at me but as she brushed by me she reached out and
squeezed my hand.

As I watched her walk back to refresh her customer's drinks at
her tables I noticed that her ass was bright red. One of them
must have given her quite a spanking in there but the music was
so loud that I hadn't even heard it!

I watched Sharon fill the drink orders and then perform a couple
of lap dances. Half way through the second lap dance the guy she
was straddling and getting groped by stopped her and she slid out
of his lap and stepped back. He got up and followed her back to
her cube. I guess he was so turned on by the lap dance that he
needed some relief.

I followed them into the cube and took his money. He paid for a
blowjob. After he paid me he dropped his pants and sat on the
cot. I started to turn and leave but he stopped me.

I turned back to see what he wanted and he just smiled at me and
started asking personal questions while Sharon sucked his cock.
He wasn't brutal. He didn't pull on her head or pull her hair or
anything. She was taking him down her throat but it wasn't as bad
for her as it often was.

He was a reasonably well dressed and prosperous looking man in
his early fifties. Unlike some of the customer she brought back
here he seemed clean. He was well spoken and obviously well
educated. He seemed like a nice, normal guy, except that he liked
having sex with women who were being forced and he liked to do it
in front of their husbands so that he could humiliate us both at
the same time.

He asked me how old we were and how we had met. He wanted to know
how old we had been when we had met and while she sucked his cock
I had to tell him about the first time we had sex and then about
the first night of our honeymoon.

He still hadn't reached orgasm when I finished telling him about
our honeymoon so he asked me to tell him about the night that
Jeff and his three partners first enslaved us.

That was what it took to get him off. He enjoyed hearing those
details so much that after he filled Sharon's mouth with cum he
told me to hand him his pants. He took out his wallet and he
handed me the money for another blowjob. Then he made me continue
and he came the second time just as I was describing how she was
raped by the dog. My actual memories of that night were still
very sketchy. But the events had been burned into my memory later
when they made us watch the DVD. It didn't matter to him though.
He took great pleasure in hearing me describe what happened to us
that night. He kept interrupting to ask for details of various
sex acts and he got a big kick out of hearing about the two black
men raping me too.

He finally came a second time and after he left Sharon rinsed out
her mouth and hurried out to fill all of the drink orders that
were sure to have accumulated while she was in her cube.

For the rest of the evening there was a steady stream of men
bringing Sharon to her cube and raping her after paying me for
the pleasure. Quite a few of them increased their pleasure by
making me stay in the room and watching and several of them made
me assist by feeding their cocks into whichever orifice they had
paid to use or by cleaning them up afterwards.

Mr. James and Mr. Kraft both came into the back with one of the
other women before they went home. They both stopped on the way
to and from the cubicles assigned to the women that they had
chosen to pay to rape and looked into ours to watch Sharon
satisfying some strange man for money. They seemed to find it
very amusing.

It finally ended and the dwindling crowd was ushered out. I had
begun to notice that the crowd thinned between ten and eleven on
weekdays. By one o'clock in the morning the place was usually
less than half full. There were enough men left to make things
unpleasant for the women and their husbands. But it was those
first few hours that were the worst.

On the other hand, by one in the morning we were all really
dragging. I assumed that most of the other couples were in the
same boat that we were and had real jobs. Most families these
days needed two incomes to get by. We were more fortunate than
most because one of our days off from the club was Sunday so we
could have an entire day off. I doubted if the couples that had
only weekdays off could get enough time to recuperate from their
regular jobs and the horrors of this place.

As soon as everyone left, Chuck came around for the money I had
collected. We cleaned our tables and put the chairs up. We
policed up the crap on the floor. The women were allowed to dress
and at last we went home.

As usual it was a quiet ride home and as soon as we stepped
inside Sharon undressed while I made us a drink. It had been a
rough night and Sharon said, "I need a hot bath. Care to join
me?"

We went up and drew a bath and sat together soaking in the hot
water. Another long night of rape and humiliation was over. This
would be the first full week of working in the club and we were
only half way through it. We were already emotionally and
physically drained. I didn't think it would be possible to keep
this up for an entire week, much less for months!

I finished my drink and moved around in the big Jacuzzi tub until
I was seated behind Sharon. I massaged her shoulders and neck for
a few minutes and then I just held her in my arms. We were both
exhausted and I had no idea how we were going to wake up in time
to go to work in only four short hours from now. We almost fell
asleep in the tub. If the water hadn't started getting
uncomfortably cold we probably would have.

We got up and I dried Sharon and then myself. We brushed our
teeth and she used some hemorrhoid ointment on both her ass and
her pussy to ease the pain and swelling. Then we went to bed and
fell asleep almost instantly.

When I heard the alarm in the morning I looked at it and saw that
it had been buzzing for fifteen minutes before it woke me. I
shook Sharon until she woke up and while she took a quick shower
I made coffee. While the coffee maker did its thing I went back
up and took a shower. Even the shower didn't wake me up fully. I
felt like I had been drugged.

We had a cup of coffee for breakfast and another to take with us.
We didn't talk much. We never seemed to talk much anymore. There
was only one major event in our lives at the moment and we didn't
want to talk about that.

We still felt close those. We held hands and we kissed and we sat
together when we could. But we sat in silence.

When it was time to go I drove us to work. As soon as I got to my
cube Mr. James called me to his office. I went down the hall and
knocked on his open door. He waved me in and I stepped inside but
left his door open. He looked tired but he smiled at me and said,
"Jesus Mike! I'm exhausted! I just wanted to tell you that I was
up until after one this morning watching the first DVD and it was
the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life."

I knew Kraft was an asshole but I had always thought that James
was a pretty nice guy. I thought he was just going along for the
ride with Kraft. I had obviously been mistaken.

I tried not to let the way that I felt about him show on my face
when I said, "Mr. James, we were raped. It was horrible. We are
still being raped. I'm not sure that we will survive this. How
can you think that is hot?"

He smiled even wider and shrugged and said, "I must admit that I
am a little surprised myself. I have read stories about things
like this on the internet and found them arousing. But I never
thought I would enjoy living one of them. It turns out I'm more
of a bastard than I thought I was. I even got turned on watching
you get raped by those two black guys last night. That was the
hottest movie I've ever seen."

"I also bought the one of that woman, what was her name? Oh yes!
Tracy! Tracy and her husband and daughter. From Jeff's
description of it, it sounds pretty exciting. I wish I could have
been there to see that. He has recommended a few others that I'm
going to purchase when we go back. Jeff has one hell of a
collection. Some of those punishment DVDs sound very exciting.
They're expensive though. Your first DVD is going for one hundred
and fifty dollars! I must admit though, it was worth it. I can't
wait until lunch time to fuck Sharon though. I am going to have
to invite her in here after my morning meeting. Christ I'm horny!
You can get to work now. I just wanted you to know how much I was
enjoying the club and those DVDs."

I couldn't believe it! The son of a bitch actually had the nerve
to call me in to tell me how much he enjoyed watching my wife and
I on the night that they had drugged us and raped us for hours on
end!

I shook my head and turned and went to my desk. I tried to do a
little work but I was exhausted and I was having a hard time
keeping my mind on work.

I saw James and Kraft and Sharon go by my cube about an hour
later. They went into James' office and shut the door. I saw
Sharon come out about forty minutes later. Her hair was mussed
and I could tell that she had just been raped again. I didn't
know if the others who saw her coming out of that room could tell
but it seemed obvious to me.

As she came down the hall I could see her breasts moving under
that thin dress she was wearing. Her nipples were obvious and I
don't know about anyone else but I could tell that she was no
longer wearing her little thongs. Between the way she dressed and
the way her hips swayed because of those high heel shoes she
looked like a prostitute, a sweet innocent prostitute. But then,
that's what she was now, that's what we both were. And we weren't
even getting any of the money.

Sharon stopped at my desk and said, "Well, at least we'll be able
to go to lunch. They are both big fans of our movie. How about
that Mike, we're movie stars!"

She was trying to keep it light but she sounded like she was
going to cry. I pulled her into my cube and held her in my arms
for a moment. She quickly remembered where we were and stepped
back. She smiled and said, "Remember where we left off and we'll
take up there at lunch."

They apparently left her alone after that and we left as soon as
the clock hit twelve. We went to a restaurant in town and had a
nice meal. It had been a while and to be perfectly honest I
didn't care if we were late getting back or not.

We did get back in time and I actually got a little work done in
the afternoon. I was working for my own benefit though. The more
that I concentrated on my work the less time I spent being
tortured by the images of the things happening to Sharon.

Thursdays were usually my easiest day but I had done so little
work lately that I had several days of work backed up. I didn't
even realize that it was time to leave until Sharon showed up at
my cubicle. I shut my computer off and stood up and suddenly
realized that nearly everyone had gone already.

I said, "Sorry, I guess I was working to forget and I forgot."

She smiled and replied, "Good. I want you to keep forgetting. But
now we have to go and have another evening to forget."

We had a big lunch and we weren't hungry so I suggested that we
have a salad and a drink again and Sharon thought that was a good
idea. We lingered over our drink this time. We had never actually
been told what time we had to be at the club. They had just told
us to come there after work. I didn't see how they could object
to us having a salad before we went in as long as he had enough
time to get our tables ready.

We got to the club at five and I put the chairs down while Sharon
got undressed. I noticed that we were not the last ones to arrive
so I wasn't worried that we were late.

We had Sharon's five tables ready with more than twenty minutes
to spare. Tracy still wasn't at work. I'd be surprised if she and
her husband came back. Once the tables were ready we went to the
door of our cubicle. No one had every instructed us to do so. It
just seemed to be what everyone else did so we did it too.

We kept an eye on the two bouncers and the bartender. They were
at the bar talking among themselves and ignoring us. As long as
they ignored us we were happy.

When we were down to ten minutes to opening time Danny came over
and addressed everyone. He said, "I'm in charge tonight. Jeff and
the others won't be in. Anyone needs anything they see me. I'm
making a change to the entertainment schedule."

Everyone waited nervously to find out what the change would be.
He turned to Sharon and said, "It's time you started pulling your
weight around here bitch. I don't know why Jeff is taking it so
easy on you. I'm giving you a few more tables tonight, so you
will have tables one through eight. You will also be going on
stage."

Sharon turned white. She said, "I don't know what to do. They
haven't given me anything to do on stage."

Danny smiled and said, "Don't worry bitch, this is going to be
easy. You'll go up once at seven and again at ten. But don't
worry, you won't be alone. You are going on with Tanya. And all
you have to do is what comes natural to a couple of cunts like
you. You'll get up there and kiss and feel each other up. Then
you lie down and make out for a while. You end up in a nice hot
sixty-nine. That should turn the customers on and get you some
business. Do you have any questions?"

Sharon looked like she was going to faint. She said, "Who is
Tanya?"

A cute young woman with long brown hair held her hand up. I
looked at her and saw that she was just as upset as Sharon was.

Sharon looked at Tanya and Tanya looked at her and almost in
unison they turned to Danny and meekly said, "I've never..."

Danny said, "Good, it will be more exciting that way. And it will
be a learning experience for both of you. I won't have any
problems with you girls will I? The customers would love another
punishment session."

Sharon and Tanya both shook their heads quickly.

Danny ignored them after that and handed out the new table
assignments. Half of the women now had eight tables and half had
nine. I had been aware that they had been taking it easy on
Sharon, at least in the number of tables she had to serve. I
hadn't realized that she was only serving half as many as the
other women. With their other duties it seemed like an awful lot
to ask of these women. They had to serve drinks, get groped and
do lap dances, put on sex shows and allow any man that want to
rape them to do so.

After Tanya got her table assignments she and Sharon spoke
briefly. Then they split up and we returned to the door of our
cubicles to wait for opening time. It was only a few minutes
later that the music started and the men started filling up the
tables a few at a time.

Sharon tried to keep up but it was a lot harder than when she
just had four or five tables. It wasn't that she wasn't
intelligent enough to fetch three or four beers. But she had more
to concentrate on than their drink orders. Every time she got
near anyone in this place they groped her roughly. It made it
hard to concentrate.

She finally filled the drink orders for her eight tables, all the
time rushing her ass off. She only just barely finished getting
the men their drinks and providing one lap dance before it was
time for her show.

Danny stopped the almost constant loud music at 7:00 P.M. and
used the PA system to announce, "Gentlemen. Tonight will be the
new girl's first night on stage. Sharon and Tanya are going to
put on a little show for you. This will be the first time eating
pussy for both of them so it should be amusing. Girls, get your
hot little asses up there and put on a good show, or else."

Tanya and Sharon met at the steps to the stage and as they
started up the stairs Danny put some soft jazz on. It was a real
relief after all of that constant hard rock dance music. The
crowd cheered and whistled for a moment or two and then was quiet
as the women moved to the front center of the stage and began to
kiss gently.

At first, as the women kissed, it was obvious that they were both
uncomfortable. But they began to caress each other and the kiss
became more passionate and soon it was apparent to every man in
the room that they were getting into it.

I must confess that I was more than a little shocked to see
Sharon obviously enjoying making love to another woman. I must
also confess that my cock was hard as a rock from watching.

They soon moved down and lay side by side facing each other on
the hard stage floor. They began to kiss and touch again and it
looked very much like they were losing control. They reminded me
of a couple of teenagers making out.

After some time passed, I have no idea how long, like everyone
else in the room I was fascinated by the erotic tryst taking
place on stage, Tanya suddenly seemed to take charge. She rolled
Sharon over onto her back and move around so that they were
kissing still, but facing in opposite directions.

They kissed for another moment or two and then Tanya began to
kiss her way down my wife's body. When she reached Sharon's
breasts her breasts were at Sharon's lips. They licked and sucked
and nibbled at each other's breasts and I could hear sincere
moans of pleasure from both women all the way over to where I was
standing at the door to our cubicle.

They played with each other's breasts for a long time before
Tanya began to move down, kissing her way down Sharon's stomach.
As she moved, Sharon was lifting her head to kiss and lick at
Tanya's soft flesh as well.

I think that the time allotted to their performance had already
elapsed. But no one minded. And certainly no one was going to
interrupt.

Their lips were now mere inches from each other's sex and it
seemed like the men in the audience were all holding their breath
as they waited for touchdown. When the women's lips finally
touched each other's pussies there was a collective sigh from the
audience and a moment of tentative exploration as each woman
tasted a pussy for the first time.

They seemed to quickly realize that eating pussy didn't suck at
all. In just a couple of minutes they were really getting into it
and they soon forgot all about the dirty old men they were
supposed to be entertaining. They both enjoyed a series of loud
and uninhibited orgasms and the show went on much longer than
Danny had demanded. He finally had to get on the PA system and
order them to break it up and get back to work.

When his voice finally got through to them they stopped what they
were doing and seemed to come to their senses and be embarrassed
by what they had just done. Or perhaps they were embarrassed that
they had enjoyed it so much.

They got to their feet and hurried off stage to a standing
ovation. It is a good thing that the other women had been taking
care of their tables while they were on stage because they didn't
get any time to take drink orders. As soon as they stepped off
stage they were both escorted back to their cubicles by horny men
who couldn't wait to fuck them.

I lost track of Tanya after that. But Sharon was kept so busy
fucking dirty old men in her cubicle that she didn't get to serve
another beer or perform a lap dance for almost two hours after
her stage show.

When she finally went back to waiting on her eight tables she
looked exhausted. She tried to ignore the groping hands as she
refilled the drinks and by then it was after ten o'clock and
things were starting to calm down.

There was still a steady stream of men that brought her back to
the cubicle to pay me to fuck her, but the crowd was starting to
thin out and the drinking was slowing down. Her tables were
slowly emptying and by midnight she only had four tables that
weren't empty. Between midnight and one in the morning she only
had to have sex with two more men. She wasn't allowed to rest
though. If she wasn't fetching beers or getting fucked she was at
the tables being groped or sitting in someone's lap being
molested.

I had been left pretty much alone this evening. I had been forced
to watch everyone out at the tables sexually assaulting Sharon.
And I had been kept busy collecting money from the men who paid
to rape her and then straightening up after they left the cube.
But except for handing me their money most of the men had ignored
me.

I was tired when they finally closed up at one. I had been up
since early this morning and I had only had three or four hours
sleep each night this week. But all I had to do was stand here by
the door. It was my poor wife that was doing all of the work and
suffering at the hands of these assholes. I don't know how she
could stand it.

We all went about our cleanup duties after the customers left but
this evening, before they let us go, Sharon, Tanya and Carol, a
redhead that we hadn't met yet, were ordered to stay behind and
satisfy Danny and the two bouncers. That didn't take long though
and we were still home before two in the morning.

When we got home I made us each our normal early morning
nightcap. It looked like I was going to have to go to the liquor
store soon. Those bottles don't last as long once you start
drinking the alcohol.

When I returned to the living room Sharon was naked again, as
usual. She took her drink and we touched glasses and took a sip.
We were both exhausted but she had a funny look on her face. I
let her guide me to the couch and after I sat down she straddled
my legs and sat in my lap facing me. I didn't know what was on
her mind but I was enjoying the view.

She took another sip of her drink and asked, "Did you enjoy the
show?"

I hoped that this wasn't one of those trick questions. You know,
like, "Does this dress make me look fat?" Because there was no
lying about this. I had been just as turned on as all the other
men in the club, maybe more.

I sighed and said, "I hope this doesn't piss you off, but yes, I
enjoyed it very much. You were hotter than hell up there with
that woman. I didn't expect to be turned on by that but it was
very exciting. Does that bother you?"

She finally smiled and said, "No Mike. I was afraid you were
going to be upset when you saw how much I enjoyed it. It was
exciting wasn't it? Tanya enjoyed it too."

I replied, "Yes, it was very exciting. I wonder if you will have
to do it again."

She said, "I wonder what it would be like with just the two of us
in a nice, soft, clean bed?"

I reached up and teased her nipples and asked, "You aren't
thinking of leaving me for a woman are you? After everything else
that has happened I don't think my ego could stand that."

She put her glass down on the end table and held my hands against
her breasts and said, "No baby, I would never leave you. But I
had no idea how sexy it could be to make love to a woman. I liked
it. I can't help wondering what it would be like outside of that
club when we were just doing it for ourselves."

I pulled her forward and kissed her and after a few minutes I
said, "Why don't you invite her over? I'll leave you two alone if
you want."

Sharon looked at me, trying to decide if I was serious. I smiled
and said, "With all the bad things that are happening to you
lately, I have no problem with you having a little fun."

She smiled and reached down between us and said, "It feels like
you would like to have a little fun yourself."

I replied, "I can wait until Sunday. I know how tired you are and
I understand. I don't want to be just one more problem you have
to deal with."

Sharon leaned down and kissed me passionately and said, "You are
not a problem Mike. I told you when this started that I want you
to make love to me. I want to know that you want me after the
things you have seen me do."

She slid out of my lap and spread my legs apart. She leaned down
and kissed my hard cock through my pants and then started pulling
my zipper down.

I put my hand on hers to stop her. I held her hand over my hard
on and said, "You feel that? I still want you. I told you before
that I will always want you and I meant it. But it is after two
o'clock in the morning and you must be exhausted. You have spent
the evening with strange, dirty old men attacking you with cocks
and if you can put up with that until this is over then I can put
up with being horny."

She smiled and said, "No man of mine is going to go to bed horny!
Now god damn it move your hand. I'm going to suck your cock and
you can't stop me!"

I sighed and in a long suffering voice I said, "Well, okay. If I
must, I must. But I'm only doing this for you."

She giggled and said, "If you don't knock off the sarcasm you may
not get lucky until Sunday after all!"

I stood up and helped her to her feet. I pulled her into my arms
and kissed her and said, "Come on. Let's go to bed and play."

We hurried upstairs and I undressed and got in bed. Sharon went
into the bathroom and washed up and joined me. I expected her to
lie down and we would kiss and touch and make love. She had
something else in mind. She took my cock into her mouth and down
into her throat instantly.

I tried to tell her that I wouldn't be able to last very long. I
had been so horny since I saw her and Tanya that I had been hard
almost all night.

She just moaned around my cock and in two minutes I was cumming.

She held my cock in her mouth until it was soft and then she
kissed it and moved up beside me. We turned the lights out and I
held her in my arms. She lay with her back to me, holding my arms
around her midsection. I was gently kissing her shoulders and her
neck and enjoying the feeling of her body against mine.

I expected that we would both drift off to sleep quickly. It was
early in the morning and we had to get up soon and go to work.
But before we could go to sleep she said in a quiet voice, "Mike,
I need to tell you something. There is something that really
bothered me tonight. Please don't be mad. It wasn't just with
Tanya. I came several times tonight while some of those men were
raping me. I didn't want to. I tried not to. But after Tanya, I
don't know, I guess I was just so turned on. I don't know why I
came. I didn't like it. I hate those men. I just...I'm sorry
Mike. Do you hate me?"

It felt like she had stopped breathing while she waited to hear
how I would react. I didn't even have to think about it. I kissed
her shoulders again and said, "Good. It kills me every time one
of those assholes takes you into that little room and rapes you.
I worry about you so much. If you can get off on it every now and
then I think that's great. I would rather have you cum than go
crazy."

She turned around in my arms and my eyes had adjusted to the dark
so I could see that she was crying.

I smiled and asked, "What's the matter? Why are you crying?"

She buried her face against my chest and said, "I thought you
were going to hate me. I was so afraid that you would hear me in
that room having an orgasm with one of those apes and think that
I was turning into some kind of sick chick."

I kissed her lips and said, "First of all, that music is so loud
I only hear your cries of pain. Second, you have my permission,
not that you need it, to have an orgasm with each and every one
of those assholes. Anything that makes this easier for you is
fine with me."

She was crying hard now and I pulled her tighter against me and
whispered that I loved her.

She sobbed, "Oh Mike, I love you so much!"

I held her like that until she got quiet and finally drifted off
to sleep. It was almost three o'clock before she went to sleep
and probably another half hour before I did. The alarm went off
at six and neither one of us heard it for at least fifteen
minutes.

I finally reached over and turned off but I started to go back to
sleep. I would have if Sharon hadn't shaken me and said, "Come
on, let's go take a nice long shower."

I struggled to wake up and finally I said, "Okay. You get the
shower going and I'll start the coffee and join you."

The only way that I could function was to tell myself that
tomorrow was Saturday and we could sleep late. We still had to
work the club on Saturday. But we would have the day to sleep
late and rest up. We just had to get through today.

I put the coffee on and hurried upstairs. I joined Sharon in the
shower and we didn't have a lot of time to enjoy it but we made
it as pleasant as possible. It wasn't hard. I always enjoyed
running my hands over her beautiful body. The hardest part was
that once we dried off we didn't have time to do anything about
the feelings we had awakened in the shower.

We dressed quickly and I got a chance to see her in her fifth new
dress. This was the most outrageous yet. It was backless and the
back was cut so low that there was a hint of the top of her ass
where the fabric ended. The top came up from the beltline and
draped loosely over her breasts and tied behind her neck. Except
for the material over her breasts her front was exposed to below
her navel. It was a very sexy, very attractive garment. It would
have looked good if we were going out for the evening to a club
or if we were on vacation in a beach resort area. The prospect of
wearing that thing to the office was daunting.

We went downstairs and poured our coffee and sat at the kitchen
table. It was immediately apparent that this dress was even
shorter than the others she had been wearing all week. While she
was seated she could not pull it down enough to cover her pussy.
Her entire slit was visible. She tried several times to tug it
down but as soon as she released the material it drew back,
exposing her pussy. She finally just shook her head and quit
trying. I had the impression though, that she wasn't quite as
upset about it as she had been at the beginning of the week.
Could she have changed that much in just five days?

I kept my legs under the table so that she wouldn't see that I
had an erection. I'm sorry. I know that is so wrong. But damn she
looked hot!

As usual I timed it so that we arrived at work at the very last
moment. We walked into the building and separated. I took a few
steps toward my office and then turned to watch Sharon walk in
the other direction to her office. Every man that she passed in
the hallway stopped and turned and watched her until she turned
into her office nearly all the way at the other end of the
building. One woman stepped out of her office after Sharon passed
and then turned to see what all of the men were staring at. She
did a double take and then dropped the papers she was carrying.
That was when I stopped watching and went to my office.

Although Kraft had told Sharon that she would have to make
herself available on Tuesdays and Thursdays that deal had fallen
through from the very beginning. He and James had been with her
every day since they had joined in the fun and started raping
her. They didn't wait until lunch time either. The supervisors
from all of the sections have a morning meeting in the conference
room. Yesterday and again today, as soon as the meeting was over
Kraft and James summoned Sharon to James' office.

I heard those high heels coming half way across the building. She
glanced into my cubicle as she passed by but didn't say anything.
I sat staring at my computer monitor but I didn't even know what
was on it. My mind was in that office worrying about Sharon and
thinking of how pervasive this had all become.

Our entire lives seemed to revolve around her being raped over
and over. Maybe it wasn't violent, at least most of the time it
wasn't. But we were so constantly demeaned and degraded. It was
taking over our lives and there was no end in sight. Between the
abuse and the lack of sleep and the poor diet we were already
starting to lose ourselves in this horrible situation.

I found myself listening for the sound of Sharon's heels coming
back down that hallway from James's office. It seemed to take
forever. The three of them were probably in there with the door
locked for nearly an hour. I worried about what my co-workers
would think of that. But I was much more concerned with what
abuse she had to put up with from those two horny old bastards.

I finally heard her leaving the office and coming back down the
hallway. I looked up, hoping she would stop when she got to my
cube. She did. But she had a look on her face that I couldn't
quite decipher.

She stepped into my cube and said, "I'm sorry Mike."

She pulled her skirt up to her waist and moved between me and my
desk. She bent over my desk and I saw that both her pussy and her
ass were dripping with cum. I saw movement and looked up to see
Kraft and James standing at the entrance to my cube and smiling
at me.

James said, "Clean her up Mike. She can't work like that." Then
the two of them watched as I ate her ass and her pussy clean.
They probably expected more of a reaction from me than they got.
I hated doing this. It was sickening. But I had done so many
sickening things since our night out two weeks ago that I could
do this without too much trouble. I figured it was easier on me
cleaning her up than it had been on her when they soiled her.

I did what they demanded of me as quickly as possible. I was
afraid that someone would come down the hall and glance in and
see Sharon exposed as she was and see what I was doing. No one
noticed but those two old perverts though. They watched until I
finished and then they separated and went to their respective
offices.

Sharon stood up and pulled her dress back into place and sat at
the chair beside my desk. She looked embarrassed, as if it were
somehow her fault. She looked me in the eyes and whispered, "I'm
sorry."

I looked at her quizzically and said, "You don't have to
apologize to me for being raped! It isn't like it was your
idea."

She glanced at the door to my cubicle and then turned back and in
a voice that was so faint I had to lean closer to hear her she
said, "Do you know what I dream about the last couple of days? I
dream about cocks. I dream about huge cocks coming at me from all
directions. They are not disembodied. They are attached to men.
But I can't see the men. I just see the cocks and it doesn't even
matter what man they are attached to. I feel them, even in my
dreams. I feel inch after inch of cock entering my pussy and
stretching me out. I dream about my lips sliding down long thick
cocks without every seeming to reach the end. But the thing that
scares me is that I'm not sure if they are dreams or nightmares.
I'm no longer afraid of them or disgusted by them. I don't want
them, but...I don't know. It's like I belong to them now. I'm not
a person anymore. I'm not a woman. I'm a place where cocks go.
I'm just a warm, damp place where men deposit their cum because
it amuses them to do so."

I probably should have been upset by what she was saying. Two
weeks ago I would have been. But I wasn't, not now. Once more I
was glad that my lower body was under a table so that Sharon
couldn't see how hard I got when she told me about her dreams.
But even though her words gave me an erection, and I'm not even
sure why, I was afraid. I was afraid of what this new life that
was forced upon us was doing to her mind. I reached out and took
her hand and squeezed it.

The blank look left her eyes and in a cartoon voice she asked,
"How do you like me now?"

I smiled and said, "Hop back up here on my desk and I'll show you
how I like you now."

She rolled her eyes and said, "Men!" But she smiled as she stood
up and bent down and kissed me. She said, "See you at lunch
time." Then I listened as her high heels echoed down the
hallway.

I glanced at the time. I was surprised to see that there was less
than an hour to go before lunch. It occurred to me that it was a
very good thing that my paycheck was not dependent on how much
work I got done. Lately I had done very little. In the past I had
always taken pride in my work and was highly respected by the
people that I worked with. Lately my desk had become a bottleneck
and I didn't give a shit.

Sharon and I went into town and had a nice lunch. I got some work
done in the afternoon and apparently our bosses left her alone
too. We stopped for what was becoming our usual salad and a drink
after work and then it was off to the club. We were exhausted but
we kept reminding ourselves that tomorrow was Saturday and we
could sleep late.

After we ate I drove to the club. The bouncer let us in and told
us that we were to report to Jeff's office as soon as Sharon took
her dress off. He also informed us that we were to move down one
cubicle. We would now be assigned to the second cubicle. We went
to the cubicle and she undressed and put her dress on the little
shelf that was provided for it. Then we went to Jeff's office.
About half of the other women and their husbands were already
getting their tables ready as we moved through the main room.

Jeff's door was open. He had seen us coming through the large one
way glass that looked out onto the club. He waved us inside and
it was immediately apparent that they had found a replacement for
Tracy. There was a young woman on her knees between Ron and Gene.
They were taking turns forcing their cocks into her throat.
Kneeling behind them was a young man who had tears streaming down
his cheeks. His hands were between the legs of the two men raping
his wife's mouth and cradling their balls.

We struggled to ignore the new couple and the torment they were
being subjected to. Jeff waited for us to look at him and he
said, "I heard some good things about your show last night.
Apparently it was pretty popular. It also increased your take.
You took a lot of cock last night bitch. Sorry I missed it. I
have something special planned for you tomorrow. But for tonight
I want you and Tanya to repeat the show from last night. Danny
will give you your schedule. As you can see we have replaced
Tracy. So we'll cut you down to seven tables tonight. I have
someone coming in on Sunday to add another couple of cubicles for
you whores. I don't think you are spending enough time with the
customers. So we are going to increase our wait staff by two
girls."

Jeff nodded towards the young woman being raped nearby and said,
"Amber starts tonight and I have two more girls coming to work in
the next few days. After that we'll see if we need to recruit
more girls."

We heard Amber choking as one of the men filled her mouth with
cum but we tried to divorce ourselves from her suffering. We
waited for Jeff to dismiss us and we went out and got our table
assignments from Danny. He also gave Sharon her show schedule.

We got our tables ready for opening. We were half way through
when I noticed the new couple at the bar. The man was sitting at
the bar and his wife was bent over the bar while Danny raped her,
just like he had done to us and probably all the other couples
that were blackmailed into working here.

When our tables were ready we saw that there were still four
tables that weren't ready. It was obvious that they were going to
be assigned to the new girl. I went over and started putting the
chairs down and when no one objected Sharon came over and put the
ash trays out and lit the candles that sat on every table.

When we were done we went over and stood in front of our new
cubicle and waited. It was still a little early but we were in no
hurry for the place to open and the crowd of perverts to begin
using us.

I saw Kelly leading Amber and her husband to our old cubicle for
their orientation, just as she had done for us a week ago. I
guess that the new couples start in that first cube and then move
down as new couples are enslaved and older ones are allowed to
leave, or are destroyed the way Tracy and her family had been.

The men were let in soon and there was an obvious feeling of
excitement rippling through the crowd when they saw the fresh
meat that was available now. They couldn't all have her though,
so they took it out on the other girls. The crowd was larger and
rowdier, I suppose because it was Friday night. A lot of men who
hadn't gotten to see it last night got a kick out of Sharon and
Tanya's new act.

There must have been a lot of thirsty men in the audience that
night because Sharon, Tanya and Amber spent most of their time on
their backs. When Chuck came around to collect the money at the
end of the night I handed him nearly three thousand dollars.
Almost none of that was from lap dances. Sharon had been taken by
so many men that I had totally lost track. There must have been
close to a dozen times that she was taken by two men at once.

In the early evening I had begun to notice the sounds of pleasure
coming from the cubicle and some of those sounds were emanating
from Sharon. I had mixed feelings about that. I was glad that she
could get some pleasure from what was happening to her. But I
missed the people that we used to be and I wondered if we could
ever return to being a normal couple when this was over. I
wondered if Sharon would be satisfied with just making love to me
when this was over.

By the end of the night I was nearly sleepwalking and Sharon was
positively loopy. I had to lead her to the car and she didn't
seem to be aware that we were going home. I didn't make us drinks
when we got home. I took her up and took that slutty dress off of
her and put her in bed. I went around to my side and dropped my
clothes on a nearby chair and we were both unconscious in less
than a minute.

We went to sleep before two in the morning and I slept until
almost two-thirty that afternoon. When I woke up I lay there
listening to Sharon's deep, even breathing and watching her
breasts rise and fall as she slept. The covers had slipped down
and her breasts were exposed. I thought of all of the men that
had groped her breasts and chewed on her little pink nipples and
I was amazed that I could see no difference in them.

It was several minutes before I saw her start to stir and slowly
wake up. Her eyes opened and she turned on her side and faced me.
She reached out and caressed my face and asked, "Have you been
awake long?"

I shook my head.

She was staring at my eyes and she had a strange, questioning
look on her face. I asked, "What?"

She was quiet for a moment and then she said, "I was wondering
who you see when you look at me now."

I smiled and said, "I guess we both have our doubts."

That made her nervous. I hadn't meant for it to sound like that.
I leaned over and kissed her and said, "I still see the
wonderful, sexy, beautiful, highly intelligent, slightly ditsy
woman that I married."

She grinned and said, "That was a fast recovery, now for the
truth. What doubts do you have?"

I tried to think of the best way to say it, or if I should say it
at all. But we had always been honest with each other and I
thought that it was something that needed to be talked about. I
said, "We are changing. That's inevitable. Don't misunderstand
what I am about to say. I will always love you and I am pretty
sure that as long as I don't fuck up any more than the average
man you will continue to love me. I was thinking about everything
you have been through and how it is changing you and I couldn't
help wondering if, when this is finally all over, you could go
back to being satisfied by just making love to me the way we used
to."

She looked so sincere when she replied, "But Mike, what makes you
think I was satisfied before?!"

I laughed and rolled over on top of her. I kissed her and said,
"God I love you..., bitch!"

She hugged me and we kissed and I felt my cock growing. She
smiled when she realized I was getting hard and said, "God I love
it when you do that. I love it that you still want me after
everything you have seen."

She reached down between us and guided my cock to her pussy. I
was surprised that she was moist and ready. I slowly pushed my
cock all the way inside of her and then I stopped and enjoyed the
fantastic feeling of her hot, wet pussy grasping me tightly. I
was relieved that it felt no different, despite all of the
abuse.

She looked up at me and the kidding ended. She said, "I have to
admit that I don't feel the same way that I used to about sex. It
is no longer the solemn act that it once was. Now, when I am in
the club and those men take me into that little room and put
their cocks inside of me I lay there and close my eyes and feel
them sliding into me and sometimes, especially when it is early
and I'm not so tired, sometimes I get excited. Sometimes I even
reach orgasm. The first few times that happened to me I almost
freaked out. I thought that was the one think left that was
reserved for you. But now I feel that it doesn't matter. Now the
difference is what I feel in my heart when I am with you. Does
that make sense?"

I kissed her and said, "It makes perfect sense. I heard you last
night. I heard you have several orgasms and I was glad for you.
There have been some times lately when I have gotten turned on by
things that a husband should not have been aroused by. I have had
to hide more than one hard on from you. I hope that doesn't upset
you. But I want you to know because I don't want you to be afraid
of what I might think of you after this."

She pulled me tight against her beautiful body and after another
passionate kiss she said, "Okay, we've aired out the dirty
laundry. Now fuck me god damn it! You're driving me crazy with
that thing!"

In a hurt voice I said, "Sometimes I think you only want me for
my body." But then I did what she asked. We fucked like crazy and
god it was great! We stayed locked together like that after we
reached an almost simultaneous orgasm and I looked down at my
sweet, loving wife and I felt so much love for her that I
couldn't even express it. And I saw in her eyes that she felt it
too. I didn't have any more reservations about our life when this
chapter was over. I knew that it would be different. We are
different now. But I knew that we had this one thing that no one
could touch, no one could diminish. I hoped that would make what
we had to do until then a little easier for both of us.

We screwed around so long that we didn't have time to eat. We had
just enough time to take a shower and get dressed and rush to the
club. I started taking the chairs off of our tables while Sharon
went and took her dress off.

Amber and her husband came in not long after us and as soon as
she came in one of the bouncers took her into her cubicle. Her
husband came over and started taking the chairs off of his
tables. He glanced at me and I smiled and nodded. He looked
embarrassed but he said, "Thanks for yesterday."

I responded, "It's okay. We are pretty new at this too. We know
how you feel. All I can tell you is 'hang in there'. The best
thing that you can do to get through this is to separate this
from real life."

Kelly was at a nearby table and overheard me. She said, "That is
the best advice I have heard yet. This will either kill you or
make you stronger. Just remember, this isn't your fault and it
isn't her fault. You two are going suffer a lot until they are
done with you. You can't blame each other for what happens."

Danny saw us talking and yelled, "Do you guys need something
productive to do with your mouths?"

We went back to work, all of us trying to ignore the loud grunts
and the sound of flesh slapping flesh as Amber was raped by the
bouncer in her cubicle. It seemed so loud without the music
blaring and the customers yelling and calling out, harassing the
girls as they moved among them taking drink orders and getting
groped roughly.

Just before opening time Danny came over and made sure all the
girls knew their table assignments and the schedule for their
stage shows. Sharon was only given one show at eight o'clock. We
didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She actually
kind of enjoyed what happened on stage once she blotted out the
audience. And while she was up there that was thirty or forty
minutes that she wasn't being raped by the men in the audience.
But when she finished her shows she was always in high demand and
it seemed like she was raped more now than she had been before
she started putting on her shows with Tanya.

The doors opened at six and for the next half hour Sharon and the
other girls were busy serving drinks. As soon as drink orders had
been filled the sex started. One after another the girls started
coming back with men and taking them into their cubicles. Amber
was first. She had the fewest tables and she was the newest girl
so she was in high demand. She was very beautiful, but then, all
of the women were. She was also very young. I would guess that
she and her husband were still in their teens. She was going to
be popular for a long time. Unfortunately for us, her popularity
didn't seem to be having any effect on the number of men that
wanted to rape Sharon for a few dollars.

The music stopped at eight o'clock and I saw Sharon take a deep
breath and head for the stage. I glanced over at Tanya and saw
that she wasn't making her way up there. I wondered if they had
selected another partner for Sharon this evening.

I started getting nervous when I saw Danny come out from behind
the bar and walk up on stage. He moved behind Sharon and the
crowd got quiet as they waited to see what was going to happen.

Danny reached around Sharon and cupped her breasts. He teased her
nipples and began whispering in her ear. I saw Sharon turn white.
Whatever he was saying terrified her. She didn't move though. She
stood still and listened to him and allowed him to toy with her
breasts.

Danny dropped his hands and moved away from Sharon. She did not
look relieved. He moved off stage for a few moments and then he
was back carrying a small table in one hand and a straight chair
in the other. He set the table down beside her and the chair in
front of her and sat with his back to the audience.

He said something to her and she nodded. He reached over to the
table and picked something up and I saw him swabbing her nipples
with a small piece of cloth. I began to suspect what this was all
about and I felt like I was going to be sick.

Sharon must be terrified. She had never even had her ears
pierced. She was terrified of needles. She refused to take the
flu shot. They almost had to sedate her so that she could take
the blood test before our wedding.

I saw the tears running down her cheeks as Danny pulled on her
nipples and then picked up a large needle and, holding her nipple
between his thumb and finger he stretched it out and touched the
point to the base of her nipple.

I saw her shudder in terror but he said something and she nodded.
Then he slowly forced the needle through her sensitive nipple.
She screamed as it entered her flesh and I saw her legs start to
go out from under her.

Danny yelled her name and when she looked at him he asked, "Do
you want this or the other?"

She was panting, hyperventilating, but she shook her head and
locked her knees and straightened back up. The needle was only
half way through her nipple. I saw her groan and I saw her lips
move. I could read her lips. She was chanting, "Oh god it hurts!"
over and over as Danny worked on her nipple.

Danny just grinned and slowly finished pulling the needle through
her nipple. He fumbled around with a large nipple ring for a
moment and when he was finished there were two trails of blood
down her breast and a much too large ring in her nipple.

When he was finished there were cheers and applause from the
crowd and he turned his attention to her other nipple. He teased
her nipple into erection and just as he was about to stab her
again she grabbed his wrist and I saw her close her eyes and take
a few deep breaths. Then she released her grip on his wrist and
he pulled her nipple out away from her breast and placed the
needle at its base.

A lot of the men who were at tables further from the stage had
come close to get a better view as Danny prepared to stab Sharon
for a second time. The looks on the faces of those men turned my
stomach. They had probably never been so sexually excited before
in their lives.

Danny began to slowly insert the needle in her nipple and again
she screamed in pain. The crowd stirred. I would be willing to
bet that there was not a limp dick in the place at that moment.
Seeing a pretty young woman being tortured was the most exciting
thing in the world to them.

He paused with the needle half way through her nipple and then he
pulled it out the other side. He inserted the second ring and
then he wiped up the four trails of blood that were running down
her breasts. I was surprised at how little blood there was. He
sprayed something on her nipples and she grimaced in pain and
then he was finished with her nipples and there was another loud
round of applause.

Unfortunately, the show wasn't over yet. He stood up and turned
the chair around and helped Sharon to stand on it. He stepped
back and then shook his head and went backstage. He came back
with two more chairs. He put one down beside the first and Sharon
spread her legs and stood with one leg on each chair. Then he sat
down in front of her.

There were more cheers as Danny ordered Sharon to pull her labia
apart and he daubed at her clit with the swab. It looked like she
was going to pass out and I couldn't understand why she hadn't
already done so.

He picked up the needle again and Sharon was sobbing loudly now
as he pulled the hood from around her clit and slowly inserted
the needle into it. Sharon screamed again and this time Danny had
to catch her as she started to fall.

He slapped her face and said something to her. She shook her head
violently and managed to stand erect again. The needle was still
in her flesh. Danny waited for her to pull her labia apart again
and he finished pulling the needle through. He inserted another
large ring in her flesh and after cleaning up the blood trail he
sprayed her clit with what I assumed was a topical antibiotic. I
thought it highly unlikely that they would provide her with
anything to deaden the pain.

Danny helped her down from the chair when he was done and as the
crowd cheered like crazy he bent her over the chair and pulled
out his cock. He fucked her from behind and with every stroke of
his cock she cried out in pain.

When he was finished he made her clean his cock and then he
announced, "Gentlemen, I hate to say this. I know how much you
are looking forward to fucking the bitch now. But I'm afraid that
tits, cunt and ass are off limits until she comes back to work on
Tuesday. She is supposed to leave those alone for three weeks
after she is pierced, but I figure she can handle a good fucking
after three days. But she can still suck a cock if anyone wants
her."

There were a lot of disappointed men in the audience, but they
were soon on their way to the cubicles with the other women.
Sharon wasn't left alone to recuperate though. There was a steady
stream of men for the rest of the evening that took her into the
cubicle and forced her to suck them off.

I was forced to watch her the rest of the evening. Every move she
made was obviously painful. Walking irritated the ring in her
clit and despite Danny's warning many of the men grabbed at her
tits and pulled her around by them. Not the rings, they left the
rings alone for the most part. But every touch was painful and I
could tell that from across the room.

Many times that night I saw her come out of her cube wiping the
tears from her eyes. I wondered if she would finally relent and
allow me to do something about these men. I still had the pistol
in the glove compartment and my reservations about taking a human
life were pretty much a thing of the past now. I was pretty sure
that now I could pull that trigger without remorse.

We weren't the only ones suffering of course. I saw that Amanda
and her husband were being treated just like we had. It only just
occurred to me that the men had begun to leave me alone for the
most part. They still liked having me in the room while they
raped Sharon. But they seldom involved me in their activities any
longer. Some still got a kick out of having me place their cocks
inside of my wife, but most of them had the normal male aversion
to being touched by another man.

I could see that it was having a real effect on Amanda's husband.
I wanted to say something to him but I was afraid of attracting
any more attention to him and his wife than they already had
garnered by just being new and fresh.

This terrible long night finally ended and I helped Sharon out to
the car. I drove her home and helped her out of her dress once we
were inside the door and helped her to a seat. I got my first
close look at her new jewelry. Her nipples were red and swollen
and she was definitely not aroused.

I made us both a drink and offered to make her some soup or a
light supper. She shook her head and said, "No Mike, just a very
strong drink and some Tylenol. If I tried to eat I'd get sick."

I came back with the drinks and a bottle of Tylenol and sat
beside her. I gently held her in my arms and cradled her. We sat
in silence for a few minutes and then I asked, "What was Danny
saying to you before he started torturing you?"

She shuddered as she thought back to this evening and after
another large sip of her drink she said, "He was offering me a
choice. I could stand still and let him pierce me or I would be
strapped down to that bench every day next week and entertain the
crowd by fucking and sucking every dog they could get their hands
on. You know how I feel about needles, but that was an easy
choice."

We were quiet again, sipping on our drinks and contemplating what
our life had become. I rested my head on hers and asked, "Are you
ready to let me do something about this yet?"

She squeezed my hand and said, "Mike, if you were Rambo I would
think about it. But you can't fight those men."

I would have argued but I was pretty sure she was right. I might
get one or two of them. But if the others didn't kill me then the
police would catch me. I was not cut out for that kind of thing.
I sighed and said, "Okay. I guess you're right. I'll take the gun
back. I'll take care of it tomorrow and pick you up something to
put on those piercings."

I felt her tears run down her cheeks and drop onto my arm and it
was all I could do to keep from crying too.

We slept late again on Sunday morning. When I woke up I made a
light breakfast for Sharon and served it to her in bed with more
Tylenol. When she was taken care of I told her I was going out
and that I would be back in about an hour.

I drove over to Marty's house and took the paper bag with the
pistol out of the trunk. I went to the door and Marty's wife
said, "He's in the basement. He spends his whole damn life in the
basement. Go on down Mike."

I found him in his gun room down in the basement. When I entered
he said, "I haven't read about any massacres in the paper."

I set pistol down despondently and said, "I didn't use it. I
guess I'm not man enough to defend myself and my wife."

He looked at me for a minute and said, "Any asshole can point a
gun and pull a trigger. That doesn't make you a man. Sit down
Mike."

I sat down across from at the table. He was working on a gun and
had it all torn down. He glanced up at me and said, "You look
like shit."

I couldn't argue with that.

He continued, "You look like shit and you didn't use the gun. So
I guess you still have a problem. Are you ready to talk about it
yet?"

I sighed and said, "I could use some suggestions."

He continued working on his gun but he said, "I'm listening."

So I told him. I told him everything from that first night when
they took us from the restaurant. God, it seemed like months ago!
I also told him why we couldn't go to the cops and I told him
what had happened to the family that did. When I told him about
the young girl he stopped working on his gun and stared at me.
His face got cold and hard and to be honest, scary.

I listed all of the people involved, even the cameramen.

When I was done he asked, "Why didn't you tell me this the last
time you were here Mike?"

I responded, "Because there seems to be only one way to fight
these people. And it is illegal. It doesn't seem right that you
should take that much risk for me. You could have been killed or
caught and put away for a long time."

He just shook his head. Then he said, "Mike, it isn't that I
don't respect you for who you are. I do. I don't agree with you
much, but you are principled and honest and we may differ on
tactics but I think we both want the same thing for the world.
The thing is, we all have our little niche in the world. We all
have our talents. There are things that you are good at that I
couldn't do. There are other things that you cannot do that I
have a talent for. I think the problem here is that you are
flailing around blindly in my area of expertise. I suggest that
you let me and a couple of friends of mine handle this little
problem for you. To be perfectly honest, we would enjoy the
chance to get in the game again. Let me get some information from
you."

He asked me a lot of questions about people and locations. I told
him what I could and when he had gotten all the information from
me that he could he sent me home.

I tried to wish him luck but he smiled and said, "Luck has
nothing to do with it Mike. My friends and I were in the Seals
for a very long time and we appreciate a little good fortune when
it comes our way, but we don't incorporate it in to our plans. Go
home."

So I did. I stopped at the drug store and picked up some
medications for Sharon's piercings. I stopped at the liquor store
and bought a bottle of whiskey and a case of ginger ale. Then I
drove home and went up to check on Sharon.

She was sitting up in bed reading her book. I had only been gone
for a little under two hours but she seemed to be doing better
already. She had only gotten up once to go to the bathroom and it
had been painful, but as long as she didn't move around she
didn't hurt too badly.

I sat with her and when she got hungry I ordered a pizza. We had
not been shopping in a long time and we were pretty much out of
food. I was going to call us both in sick tomorrow and I could go
shopping then. I was also going to make an appointment with our
doctor to have Sharon's wounds examined. I didn't tell her that
though. She would raise hell if I did.

When the pizza came I went down to pay for it and by the time I
had and the delivery man left Sharon was at the bottom of the
stairs. She was walking carefully but she said that she thought
it was better to move around and keep limber. Besides, she was
sick and tired of staying in bed.

I made us both a drink and we sat on the couch and ate pizza and
watched an old DVD.

I did make one concession to her need for reassurance. I moved
around and sat beside her and held her tight. I whispered in her
ear that I loved her and I said, "I can't tell you why, but I
want to tell you something I haven't been able to say since we
went out for dinner. I think it's going to be alright."

She turned to face me and I saw how badly she needed to believe
that. I could see that she was desperate to believe that she
wouldn't have to again go through something like she suffered
through yesterday.

I said, "Don't ask me any questions. I don't want to get your
hopes up too high. Just be patient a little longer."

I figured that we had had enough alcohol for a while. We had been
drinking an awful lot lately. I cleaned off the table and made
some decaf coffee and we read the Sunday paper and worked on the
puzzle. We finished the puzzle and went to our bedroom to read in
bed. She was hardly able to walk on her own and I supported her
as we made our way to our room. We read for a little while before
we curled up together and went to sleep.

In the morning I called both of us in sick. I told them that we
had gone out to eat last night and we must have had something
that was spoiled. Since neither of us had ever called in sick
before and since everyone knew that we didn't drink no one
questioned us calling in sick on the same day. I half expected a
call from Kraft or James to find out why we weren't at work but
they didn't call.

I put some coffee on and went out and brought the paper in and
started breakfast. I made bacon and toast and put it in the oven
to keep warm and made a couple of my world famous high
cholesterol omelets and then went to wake Sharon up.

She was a little sore still. Well, she was more than a little
sore, but better than last night.

She went to the bathroom on her own and then joined me in the
kitchen. She ate most of her breakfast and we sat quietly sipping
coffee for a while.

I cleared the table off and poured us a fresh cup of coffee and
while I was loading the dishwasher I heard a high pitched scream
from Sharon. I dropped a plate and spun around with my heart in
my throat. I rushed over to see what was wrong and she had just
opened the newspaper to see that there had been an arson and
murder crime spree last night, or rather, early this morning.

I read the article over Sharon's shoulder. It seems that in a
series of fires last night, all attributed to arson, a popular
restaurant and dance club had burned down, as well as a local
private club featuring exotic dancers, a photography studio and
an adult book store.

Police said that there were similarities between the fires and
investigators are looking into the possibility that the same
person or persons may have started all of the fires. They also
report that Jeff Blum, the owner of all four of those businesses,
and eight of his business associates were killed. Police are
investigating to see if there was an organized crime connection.

There was little more in the story after that. There was some
background information and speculation but apparently nobody knew
anything for sure. In fact, police were asking that the dancers
from the club come forward for questioning. They had been unable
to identify any of the employees that worked there except for the
bartender and the two bouncers. Unfortunately, those three
gentlemen were among the dead.

Sharon read the article, twice. Then she looked at me. She stared
at me for a few seconds and she whispered, "What did you do?"

So I told her. Or at least I told her what little I knew. I told
her that I had returned that gun to Marty last night and in so
doing I had inadvertently ended up recruiting a small army.

I related the details of my visit to Marty's house yesterday.
When I was done she got up, moving stiffly, and sat in my lap.
She put her arms around me and kissed me and through her tears
she told me how much she loved me. Then she thanked me over and
over and over for saving her life.

I held her close but all I could do was apologize for waiting so
long to take any kind of action. She threw her arms around my
neck and held me tight and said, "No, no, no, no! You can't think
like that. Oh Christ Mike, you saved my life. You did something
when none of those other husband's did anything. You were willing
to...oh mike! You dumb bastard! God I love you!"

I thought about calling Marty and trying to get some information
about what had taken place. I decided it would be best to wait
for him to contact me. I thought he might want to wait a day or
two, just in case. So I was surprised when he came to our house
right after dark that evening.

He came to the door and when I opened it I greeted him warmly. He
was holding a large box and when I opened the door he stepped in
and set it down and said, "Give me a hand, I have a few more."

I went with him and helped him unload the back of his cargo van.
There were a dozen very large, very heavy boxes. When we had
unloaded his truck he came in and Sharon limped over and hugged
him so hard I thought she was going to hurt him. I invited him in
and offered him a drink. I didn't have a beer so he declined, but
he highly recommended that Sharon and I have a drink. So I went
and made us one while Sharon thanked Marty over and over for
saving her life.

We sat in the living room and Sharon and I held our drinks and
waited for Marty to speak. He said, "You guys are lucky. Those
were some very bad men you were playing with. We went through
their things and asked them a few questions and it seems like
more than a few of those women he and his friends sucked in to
their operation did not get turned loose when he was tired of
them. They were sold to white slavery operations in places where
attractive young western women are worth a lot of money. In at
least two instances the women and their young daughters were sold
and their husbands are missing. I think you can guess that they
are buried somewhere that they won't be found."

"The more we learned about them the happier we were that we had
gotten involved. They needed to be put out of business. Those
boxes, all but two of them, contain an assortment of DVDs. I'm
sure you know what kind of movies I'm referring to. There is also
a collection of documents that you are more qualified to go
through than I am. Oh and the hard drives from everyone's
computers too. I don't know if you can get anything off of them,
but I was afraid that the police might, so I brought them to you.
The other two boxes are something that I thought that you should
split with the other families involved. Apparently there is a
large lag in their money laundering operation. We didn't get an
exact count but there is roughly somewhere between forty and
fifty million in small, used bills. It's hard to launder that
much money. It takes time.

I have to tell you, you can't just take that to the bank. Split
it up and stash it and spend it a little at a time over a long
period of time. Invest it, whatever, but no big purchases or
you're busted."

I stared at him in shock for a minute and then I asked, "Did you
get the names of the others? We don't know who they are."

He pulled a list out of his pocket and handed it to me. I glanced
at it and asked "What about you and your friends?"

He smiled and said, "We kept a little for expenses. Not much. We
don't need much and once we got into this we realized that you
people earned the money the hard way. It should go a long way
towards easing the pain and suffering. Just make sure everyone
knows the rules. And we would appreciate it if you didn't mention
us to any of them. I don't care what you tell them, tell them you
did it. Tell them you hired a hit man. I don't care. Just don't
mention us."

I nodded.

He stood up and said, "We are glad we could help. The three of us
have done a lot of things that we are proud of over the years.
But none of us was more proud of any of our operations than we
were when we got to take those guys out. It was a real pleasure.
You two take care now."

After he left Sharon and I sat there stunned and looked at the
large boxes in our living room. I had to look. I got up and went
over and looked through the boxes. The first two were boxes of
DVDs. I looked at the covers and I recognized some of the girls.
I saw some with Kelly on the cover and some with Susan. Those
were the only two girls that I had met. They probably wouldn't
have any movies of Amber yet.

We would have to go through them and pick out the ones that had
Sharon and me in them. If they had time to make any yet that is.
They were some pretty nasty movies. I noticed that a lot of them
were about sex with animals, and not just dogs either. They were
some pretty sick fucks.

The third box I opened was full to the top with cash. There were
bundles of every denomination, all the way to the top. The box
was about three feet square and it had been very heavy. It had
taken everything both of us had to carry it in the house. It
looked like a lot of money, but not forty million dollars. We
would learn later that except for the small bills on top most of
the bundles were hundred dollar bills. It made me nervous just
sitting there like that. That's a lot of cash to have sitting
around in a cardboard box in your living room.

I glanced at the time and saw that it was still early. I sat down
with Sharon and said, "Do you think we should call Susan? The
list he gave me was just the girls that were working at the club
right now. They must know how to get in touch with some of the
others."

Sharon said, "Yes, give her a call. The more we spread that money
around the better it will be."

I got Susan's number from the list. It was a cell phone number. I
dialed and she answered right away. I identified myself and said,
"Susan, I need you to come over to the house as soon as you can.
We have something important to discuss with you."

At that moment there was a knock on the door. I went to see who
it was. I looked out and saw Susan and one of the other girls
that I didn't know. I opened the door and they came rushing in.

Susan looked like she was going to explode. She asked excitedly,
"Did you hear about the fire?! The club burned down! We were on
our way to see you when you called!"

I had the impression that she didn't know much more than the fact
that the club had burned down. I asked her if she had read the
paper and she shook her head. It seems that neither she nor her
companion reads the paper or watches the news. I went out to the
kitchen and brought the paper back and handed it to Susan.

She read the story and as she read she kept mumbling, "Oh my god,
oh my god," over and over.

I waited for them to finish reading before I introduced myself to
the other woman. She smiled and said, "I'm sorry. I was just so
excited. My name is Jenny, Jennifer. Jennifer Meacham."

Susan looked at the large boxes in the living room as if seeing
them for the first time. She asked, "You aren't moving are you?
You don't have to now. It's over."

I said, "Some of this stuff belongs to you and the other women
that worked at the club. But we were wondering if you or any of
the others knew how to get in touch with any of the other girls
that they let go."

Susan nodded and said, "A few. Not many. We don't stay in touch.
It brings back too many bad memories. What do you have in the
boxes that belongs to me?"

I said, "Maybe you should take a look."

She got up uncertainly and went to one of the opened boxes. She
looked inside and said, "Oh my god! Where did you get these?"

She picked up a couple of the DVD's and looked at them. Then it
dawned on her. She looked at me with a look of horror on her
face. She stared at me and then in a voice that said that she
obviously couldn't believe it she asked, "You? You did that?"

I shook my head. I stood back up and as I walked to one of the
boxes with the cash in it I said, "No. I asked some friends for
help. They did it."

I opened the box of money and Susan looked over to see what I
had. She gasped and then whispered, "What is that?"

I smiled and said, "I have their cash reserves. Apparently it is
undeclared money from his illegal businesses that he hadn't had a
chance to launder yet. We are going to divide it evenly among all
of the women that we can find that went through that club. That
was why I called you."

Jennifer went over and looked in the boxes. She picked up a DVD
with her picture on the cover and turned it over. I saw her
shudder and she turned to me and asked, "How can we destroy these
disgusting things?"

I shrugged. I hadn't thought that far ahead. I said, "Probably
pour a bunch of gas on them and burn them. I don't know. I
suppose we can find out the best method on the internet."

I turned to Susan and said, "I think we all need to get together
as soon as possible. I can't keep this stuff in my living room.
None of the women know us. I think that it might be better if you
set it up. Can you do that?"

Susan was still staring at the money. She didn't quite seem to
believe that it was over.

She finally shook herself and said, "No one is working. The club
is gone. I can probably get them all over here in half an hour."

Susan and Jenny called their husbands and the other eleven
couples and it was an hour before they all showed up. I spent the
next half hour answering as few questions as necessary and
explaining how important it was that none of us started spending
large sums of money. They were all intelligent people and they
had been through a lot. I had the impression that they would do
anything to avoid having what had happened to them made public,
that included being frugal with their windfall.

I went into the office on Tuesday and got James and Kraft in the
same room. I asked them if they had read yesterdays paper. When
they nodded I said, "I am responsible for that. I didn't do it of
course. I had it done. Because of what they did to her Saturday
night Sharon is going to be out sick for at least a week. I am
going to stay home and take care of her. When she comes back to
work, if either one of you so much as look at her funny I know
how to handle it. I don't think I need to explain that, do I"

They were both white as ghosts. They shook their heads vigorously
and I turned and left. I went home and got Sharon dressed and
took her to our doctor. When she figured out where we were going
she got pretty upset. But she finally just pouted quietly and let
me help her into the waiting room.

I explained to our doctor that Sharon had been assaulted and
subjected to a minor surgery without the proper precautions. When
he started to realize what had happened he sent me out of the
room and I waiting for an hour for her to come out.

The doc had taken blood to test her for every disease known to
man and had checked her wounds. I was surprised to learn that
Sharon had told him that she wanted to keep the rings, at least
for now. She might like smaller, more discreet rings put in. But
she had already gone through the hard part and she wanted to see
how she liked them.

We were able to track down only six other women. I told the group
about the women that had been sold into slavery and we began to
wonder just how many of those women that were "let go" were
actually allowed to return to their lives. One of the husbands
was a computer geek and I gave him the hard drives to see if he
could get any information from them. I suppose it is possible
that some of these women could be tracked down and rescued. Not
likely, but possible.

We divided the money among the twenty families. It was just under
forty-eight million dollars once we got an accurate count. No one
wanted the copies of their movies. We weren't happy with the idea
of burning them. We were all pretty ozone conscious. But the only
other acceptable solution was an acid bath and none of us wanted
to mess with that.

So one bright sunny day we loaded all the DVD's into a couple of
SUVs and drove out to the desert. We brought food and drinks and
had a party and burned every DVD in the boxes.

We all vowed one last time not to make any cash purchases in
excess of $2,500 dollars and since that day most of us have never
seen each other again. The only couple that we have stayed in
touch with is Susan and her husband Ben. We liked Susan and we
got to know her and Ben pretty well while we were disposing of
the evidence. Now we go out to dinner with them now and then or
have backyard BBQs. We get together and play pinochle fairly
regularly and Ben and I play golf two or three times a month.

We went through a lot, Sharon and I. But we were there the least
amount of time. The others were there for months and were
subjected to a lot worse treatment than we were for a lot longer.
I am pretty sure that some of them will never recover, or at
least their marriages won't. But the four of us have recovered
pretty well.

Sharon and I still have nightmares every now and then. It has
been eight months now and we have changed, but we seem to have
gotten over the worst of it. We have both recovered our sense of
humor and I have to say that Sharon and I are both more
adventurous and enjoy sex a lot more now. That probably sounds
strange, considering what we, and especially Sharon, went
through. But it's true. And I have to admit, we have a lot of fun
with those rings. We had some smaller ones put in and Sharon
loves the sensations she gets from them when we make love.

Susan no longer wears her new dresses to work. Well, almost
never. But she wears them often when we go out. She has gotten
used to those high heels too and she looks damn hot in them.

The end



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