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I Did It for My Husband
by Vulgus

Chapter 9


Gary finished dressing while Jimmie went in and posted his narrative of everything that had happened to us since our lives were destroyed on Tuesday.

We arrived at the diner a little later than usual. The rest of the crew was already there. Since it was Saturday there weren't as many other customers in the diner. But I received the normal slack jawed, wide eyed reception from the other diners as I entered with my breasts plainly visible through my blouse and my skirt not quite covering my ass. I acted like I didn't see them and crossed to our usual booth.

We joined the others and Kurt exclaimed, "Hot damn! I've been looking forward to this day all damned week. I can't wait to get my dick in that sweet pussy!"

The others laughed at his lusty exuberance and added their own crude comments. The conversation continued along those lines until the waitress came over to serve coffee and take our orders.

We had a different waitress this morning. The older woman who waited on us through the week and glared at me whenever she got the chance wasn't here. This woman was much younger and you didn't get the impression she was all that bright. She smiled and as she poured our coffee she looked at me and said, "I love that top. I wish I had the nerve to wear something like that. But my tits ain't nearly as nice as yours."

Tony leered at her and said, "Your tits look pretty damn nice to me!"

She winked at him and said, "Nah. They're too big. I gotta wear a heavy duty bra just to keep them up off the floor."

She was only kidding, I think. But she does have huge breasts. In any case, the guys seemed to like them. I was just happy to have their attention diverted from me for a while.

I wasn't as hungry this morning. I ordered toast and coffee. As soon as I finished my toast, Kurt turned to Gary and impatiently asked, "Would it be okay if I took your keys and took Kendra to the shop now? I been awake half the night thinking about fucking her!"

Gary chuckled and tossed him the keys. He said, "We'll be coming in a little early, too. I want to check her website and see if there is anything new there. It's early. But Jimmie boy spent the night writing up everything that has happened to them since Tuesday and he posted it this morning. I have a feeling it'll get pretty busy at work today and I'm not going to have a lot of time for surfing once we open."

As Kurt was rushing me out of the diner, Gary was telling the other three men about the long narrative that Jimmie posted on the website that Sheryl had created to finish destroying my life. They all seemed a lot more excited about it than I was. It sounded like they were all looking forward to reading it.

Kurt graciously helped me up into the cab of his pickup truck with his hand on my ass. Then he raced the block to the shop and parked way in the back where the employees normally park.

We went in through the back door and straight to the storeroom. He watched me take my top off before he started undressing and he still almost finished undressing before I did. He stared in awe at my naked body for a moment, as if he couldn't quite believe it was finally going to happen.

Then it started. There was no foreplay involved. He was there to enjoy using me just like the others. They had no respect for me as a person. He pulled my head down and fucked my mouth for only a couple of minutes before he came in my mouth. He surprised me because I had no idea he was going to cum that quickly. There was no indication that he was about to have an orgasm. His cock was sliding in and out of my mouth and then my mouth filled up with warm, bitter slime before I had any idea he was even close to having an orgasm.

He held my head against his belly and I sucked on his still hard cock for another minute or so before he ordered me to lie down on the airbed. He all but took a flying leap, landing heavily on top of me as soon as I was in position.

He was on me as soon as I was on my back. I helped him, guiding his cock to my pussy before he could hurt me with those blind stabs. His painful misses reminded me for a moment of those two awful mutts that Mr. Gates had let fuck me.

I guess Kurt wasn't exaggerating. He must have been really looking forward to this. He came in my mouth and then he came in my pussy before we heard the others come into the shop.

But he wasn't done yet. He continued to lie there on top of me and grind his pubic bone into me for several minutes before he pulled his hard cock out of me and ordered me up onto my hands and knees.

Kurt had just started fucking me for the third time when the door opened and Donk came in. He strolled over to where we were fucking on the airbed in the corner and asked Kurt if he could join us as he pulled his pants open. His long, black cock throbbed in anticipation.

Kurt panted, "Yeah, sure. Help yourself. I like watching her gobbling that big old cock of yours. It turns me on."

Donk dropped down in front of me and pulled my head down to his cock. I started sucking it as he said to Kurt, "Wait until you see that fucking website! Those are some pretty hot pictures. We been missing half the fun working out in the back of the shop all damn day."

Kurt came in my pussy for the second time before Donk reached his orgasm. After Kurt came, Donk asked, "Wanna switch? You can get cleaned up and I love the way her hot cunt feels around my cock."

The two men quickly changed places. By the time Donk had buried his cock in my wet and ready pussy the other men had all trickled in to watch. Everyone was standing around us enjoying the show except Jimmie. He was probably getting the shop ready to open.

Donk began to plunder my pussy with his large cock. I was just starting to get into it when I felt a cock poking at my lips. I opened my lips before I even opened my eyes to see whose cock I was about to suck. After all, it didn't really matter.

I began sucking Kurt's slimy cock. I was a little surprised at myself. I have slowly started to become inured to the indignities these men were heaping on me. I was used to tasting and swallowing their foul tasting cum and licking their sweaty body parts. I hardly heard the nasty things they said about me any longer. I was getting used to being groped by them and any other strange man that was so inclined. But sucking the slimy juices from a cock that has just fucked me has been one of the hardest adjustments I've had to make in my new life as a sex slave. Yet I had Kurt's cock all shiny and clean before I half realized what I was doing. Most of my attention was still focused on what Donk was doing.

I didn't even try to fight it this time. I felt the excitement build as Donk raped me with that huge cock and I let it happen. I built quickly to an orgasm of my own and we came at nearly the same time.

Kurt had taken his cock out of my mouth and gotten up while Donk was fucking me and I didn't even notice. While I was waiting for Donk to pull out I looked around to see the others grinning down at me in anticipation.

Donk still had his cock buried deep in my pussy. Jimmie had entered the room while Donk and I were cumming. Thanks to Donk's plundering cock I went a little crazy for a moment or two and somehow missed how it came about. But Jeff had Jimmie on his knees in front of him and he was fucking my wussy husband's mouth pretty violently.

I watched, curious to see if he was adjusting to this horrible situation any better than I am. I could see that he wasn't gagging at the bottom of those long strokes and I suddenly realized that the head of Jeff's cock must be entering Jimmie's throat! At the bottom of each violent stroke I could see Jimmie's lips buried in Jeff's pubic hair!

There were a few crude comments from some of the others. But this time they were directed at Jimmie and I ignored them. I was still pretty dazed and their words weren't really sinking in anyway.

We all watched Jeff tense up and groan. He had his cock buried all the way in Jimmie's mouth. He was cumming right down his throat!

He sighed and kind of slumped in place. Then he pulled his cock out of Jimmie and said, "The bitch is a lot prettier. But I ain't so sure that Jimmie boy ain't a better cocksucker. I think I'm going to have to try out that tight little ass next week. Jimmie boy, if I were you I'd start keeping some lube handy. I have a feeling you're going to start needing it."

There was some good natured laughter and some of the guys accused Jeff of going over to the other side.

He just laughed and said, "Don't knock it until you've tried it."

Jimmie was put to work cleaning Donk's cock and my pussy. Then Tony stepped up and jammed his cock into my mouth. He quickly started fucking my face as violently as Jeff had fucked Jimmie. He groaned when his cock first entered my mouth. Then he said, "Let's see if we can't teach Kendra to suck cock as good as her faggot husband."

He gripped my head firmly on both sides and started slamming his cock into my mouth, trying to drive it into my throat. I couldn't help myself. I immediately started to struggle in self defense.

But my struggles were dealt with instantly. In a matter of seconds, Donk and Jeff gripped my arms and held me helplessly in place. I think that I was the only one that was shocked when Tony's cock slipped into my throat after a few more painful thrusts. I screamed in pain and wriggled around, trying to get away.

I couldn't fight the three of them. They held me firmly in place until finally I collapsed between them and fought for air whenever I had a chance to get it. The pain he was causing me eased a little bit as the rape of my throat went on and on. But the constant struggle for oxygen had me in a state of near panic.

I think it must have lasted for hours. At least it seemed like it. But finally he pulled back until only the head of his cock was between my lips and ordered Jimmie to finish him off with his hand.

The others continued to hold me in place while Jimmie masturbated Jeff's cock until he came in my mouth. Jeff pulled his cock out of my mouth and watched with a huge smile on his face while I struggled to get my throat muscles working again so that I could swallow.

He zipped up his pants and said, "She's still not as good as Jimmie boy. But she's getting there. Now that I got the door cracked you might be able to break her in right, Gary."

Gary has been leaving me pretty much to his men in the morning and evening and to the customers during the work day. But I saw the look on his face now. He was wondering if he could force that big cock of his into my throat now that Jeff had stretched me out a little.

I looked up at him. Despite the pain when I tried to speak I pleaded, "Please, sir. You can't. You're too big."

He glared at me and said, "Shut up, cunt. You've already earned one punishment for fighting Jeff."

There was a pause and then he shrugged and said, "Fuck it. I got to at least try it out."

He was still struggling to pull his hard cock out of his pants as he crossed the small room. The others gathered around to watch and I could see the anticipation on their faces.

Donk asked, "Do you want us to hold her?"

Gary grinned and said, "Naw. Let her be. I don't mind punishing her. In fact, it's fun. But if she struggles go ahead and grab her again."

I was truly terrified now. I was crying, almost hysterical as he crossed the room and came to a stop in front of me. I tried to plead with him again. But the sounds that came out weren't even words.

Gary placed the tip of his cock against my lips and said, "Let's see how well you can do without any help, bitch."

I knew that I couldn't do what he was demanding of me. I was pretty certain that if he managed to get that huge cock into my throat I would end up in the hospital. But I was too scared not to try.

I gripped his fat cock around the base and started taking it into my mouth, working my lips a little further down the shaft on each stroke. My gag reflex was numbed from being raped by Tony a moment ago. But even so, no matter how hard I tried, I could not force more than five inches of his fat, nine inch cock into my mouth. The spongy knob at the top wedged in the entrance to my throat and even though I ignored the pain and struggled to do what demanded of me the opening to my throat would not stretch far enough to accommodate him.

He stood above me, watching me struggle to please him for only a minute or so before he said, "That ain't gonna cut it."

The panic level instantly began to rise as he got a firm grip on my head and on the next down stroke he leaned his hips forward, trying to drive his cock into me.

I screamed in pain and fear. But almost no sound escaped.

He ignored my protests and pulled back for another try. This time he was much more violent. And this time I was unable to just remain there on my knees and let him hurt me like that. I began to struggle again. It wasn't even something I did consciously. My body was struggling to survive.

Instantly my arms were gripped by Donk and Jeff and twisted up behind my back. Everyone watched Gary continue to ram his hard cock into my mouth until, after numerous painful but futile attempts it finally pushed past whatever part of my anatomy was stopping it and slid into my throat.

For a fraction of a second the pain was beyond belief. It was without a doubt the most painful experience of my life. And then I lost consciousness.

He didn't stop though. And after he finished raping my throat, before I could regain consciousness, Donk had to see if he could do it.

When I finally opened my eyes after it was all over I saw Tony slapping Donk on the back and telling him what a good job he had done.

I couldn't even sit up at first. I lay there, curled up in a fetal position on the airbed and taking stock of my aches and pains. I couldn't swallow. It wasn't because of the pain. Those muscles simply wouldn't function. My face and chest were streaked with slowly drying cum. The pain had abated again. But I was certain that once the numbness wore off it would return.

I didn't try to talk. I knew I wouldn't be able to. I wondered how much of the damage they just did to my body was going to be permanent. I couldn't believe that my throat would ever be the same again. I hoped that I would be able to talk again someday. And what if I never regained the ability to swallow?! I couldn't eat!

I was forced from my reverie when Gary nudged my tit with his boot and said, "Get your nasty ass cleaned up. It's time to open up. The cars are already lined up out there and the customers are anxious to get their hands on you. You won't be disappointing them."

I struggled to my feet obediently. I picked up my tiny little slut outfit and went to the bathroom to clean myself up.

After washing off the cum from my face and chest I rinsed out my mouth with water. I ignored the pain which was building rapidly as the numbness wore off and continued to attempt to swallow. I was nearly finished in the bathroom by the time I finally managed it.

I squeaked in pain as the muscles in my throat fought desperately to obey me. I swallowed over and over until finally I was assured that I still had that ability.

I tried talking next. At first there was no sound. There was only the movement of air. I took a sip of cool water from the sink and tried again. It took a moment. But gradually I was able to speak in a throaty, raspy whisper. It would be good enough to ask the customers how they wanted their coffee.

I brushed my hair back with my fingers and wiped away the tears that had formed as I struggled to swallow and speak. Then I took a deep breath and went out to the waiting room.

There were already eight customers waiting for me. I glanced around the room as I entered and it was obvious from their expressions that they knew all about me. Their faces lit up as I entered. Everyone seemed to be almost sitting on the edge of their seats they were so anxious for the show to begin.

The two men with the biggest grins, however, were Roger Smith and Danny Cousino, two more of the boys that I have known since kindergarten. And both of them brought cameras with them.

I started going around the room getting everyone coffee, one cup at a time. Roger was taking digital photographs, Danny had his movie camera trained on me and he followed me around the room with it. They were recording my every move.

I served coffee to two men, both of whom groped me while smiling for the camera. The third man I came to was Roger. I asked him if he would like a cup of coffee.

He grinned and asked, "What happened to your voice?"

I blushed and answered, "I have a sore throat."

One of the first two men grew concerned and asked, "You don't have anything catching do you?"

Roger laughed and replied, "Hell no! The cunt was in the back before they opened learning how to take a cock down her throat."

With the movie camera still recording everything, Danny added, "Yeah. And I heard that one of the cocks she was learning with was black and as big as a donkey's."

The first man exclaimed, "No shit! Christ! I'd sure like to have seen that!"

There was a chorus of agreement from the other men. Then Roger said, "Yes, Kendra. I'd like a cup of coffee. Black, like that big old cock you like so much. But before you get it, let me hold that blouse you have on. It doesn't cover much. But I want to get some better pictures of those tits that you wouldn't let anyone touch in high school."

There followed a discussion between Roger, Danny and the other customers about what a frigid bitch I was in high school. They all seemed to feel that being treated the way I was now was no more than what I deserved. It was nothing more than adequate punishment for not putting out when I was in high school. They seemed to honestly believe that any girl that wasn't easy in high school deserved to be raped!

I returned to deliver Roger's coffee to him. But it was a long time before he reached up and took it from me. First he spent several minutes exploring my breasts. Then he lifted my skirt and pulled my thong halfway down my thighs. He ordered me to spread my legs and I stood there holding his coffee while everyone watched him fingering my pussy.

He finally pulled his fingers from me. After I sucked them clean he took his coffee and I turned to get Danny a cup of coffee. I poured it and added the sugar he demanded.

Roger was holding the movie camera when I turned back around. Now that his hands were free, Danny was waiting expectantly for his chance to grope me.

I crossed the room and stood before him, holding out his coffee. He took it from me and placed it on the table beside his chair. Then he took the opportunity to grope my breasts.

He teased them until my nipples were hard once more. Then he held onto one breast and with his other hand he began slowly fingering my pussy. But he didn't do it the way Roger did earlier. He slowly slid three large fingers into me several times. Then he pressed them into me and held them there while he began to strum my clit with his thumb.

He wasn't the first to do this to me and I groaned in dismay because I knew that very soon I would find those sensations impossible to deny. Just like when Gary or Donk raped me, when a man held his fingers in my pussy and teased my clit that way I soon began to respond, no matter how humiliated I was. I knew that I would soon be standing here all but naked in this waiting room with eight men watching while I had an orgasm.

And far too quickly that was exactly what happened. It was only a matter of minutes before I reached down and held Danny's wrist, pulling it more tightly against my body while I moaned and shivered through another orgasm while grinding my pubic mound against his hand.

I was still shuddering with waves of pleasure washing over me when the waiting room door opened and Sheryl came in. I saw her out of the corner of my eye and was shocked back to reality.

I let go of Danny's wrist. He instantly raised his hand to my face and I began to lick it clean while Sheryl said in a saccharin sweet voice, "Don't let me interrupt, boys. I just want to put this up on the wall. Then I have some errands to run.

Roger. Would you and Danny put this up over the cashier's window for me? Thanks boys."

And then she was gone. She had been in and out of there like a cool breeze blowing through. Roger and Danny stood up and held open the banner she gave them. I read it along with everyone else.

"YOU CAN SEE MUCH MORE OF KENDRA ON DISPLAY AT HER FREE WEBSITE: WWW.KENDRAMORGANONDISPLAY.COM."

I stared in shock. I was already pretty certain that by the end of the month nearly every man in town will have come in here for an oil change and to see me be degraded. Now they would be able to see me any time they wanted. Now they would be able to see me having sex with some of the other customers and with some of the boys I went to high school with.

Once more it had been proven that no matter how low I sank, they would always be able to push me down a little further into the black hole my life has become.

By the time that Roger and Danny paid for their oil changes and were ready to leave they had made me undress again. I was naked in a room full of strange men once more. It didn't seem to be getting any easier.

Before he paid for his oil change, Roger handed my clothes through the cashier's window to Gary and said, "Unless you get some female customers or some dude in a cleric's collar, she doesn't really need these until she leaves, does she?"

Gary smiled and said, "You are probably right. We've managed to divert the women to the other shop in town so far. I guess we can give it a shot. I sure like looking at her that way."

I spent the rest of the day serving coffee in the nude. Seven more boys from my class came in during the day, as well as other boys I knew growing up. As word got around this town and the adjoining town where I grew up about what I was doing now, more and more of my male acquaintances were anxious to see me for themselves. It was embarrassing all over again every time a man walked into that room. It was even more embarrassing when it was one of the guys that I have known for most of my life. But without question the most embarrassing moment was when my biology teacher, Mr. Kent came in.

I looked up when he came in and our eyes met. I saw the shock on his face when he saw me standing there in the nude. It was obvious that he recognized me. It was also obvious that he didn't already know that he would find me here. He swore loudly and then started laughing like he'd lost his mind.

After he calmed down he explained loudly to the dozen other customers in the room, "I can't believe it! This is the prissy, stuck up, frigid little bitch that tried to have me fired because my biology classes were too ... let's see, dear, didn't you use the word 'explicit'?"

The smile left his face then. He glared at me and snarled, "You very nearly cost me my career you stone cold little bitch! And now look at you! If this isn't justice there's no such thing."

One of my classmates was in the room at the time. He smiled at Mr. Kent, pointed to the banner over the cashier's window and said, "You ain't seen nothing yet, sir. Check out that website when you get home. You'll see sweet, innocent little Kendra sucking cocks and getting fucked by all kinds of people. And the girl that made the website is adding new pictures daily. This morning she posted the entire story of how Kendra came to be here and what she has done so far. Her husband wrote it and emailed it in. Kendra is going to add her version of the events tomorrow. I can't wait to read that one."

I was distracted when the man who I was supposed to be fetching coffee for interrupted to order me to get a move on. I delivered his coffee to him and stood there while he slid two fingers inside of me. That really amused Mr. Kent.

He shook his head in wonderment and quietly exclaimed, "What a fucking cunt!!"

The man who was exploring my pussy laughed and said, "You got that right. But you can tell she hasn't been doing this long. This is one tight little cunt."

Mr. Kent was the last customer of the day. Over the next thirty minutes the other customers paid and left one at a time until I was left alone with him. He spent most of the last ten minutes holding me in his lap and groping me like a schoolboy who was seeing a naked woman for the first time.

Gary stuck his head out after the other customers all left and said, "Mr. Kent, we'll be finished with your vehicle in about ten minutes. If you would like you may pass the time letting Kendra suck your cock. There won't be any more customers coming in."

He smiled at Gary and said, "I believe I would enjoy that very much. Thank you for your generous offer, young man."

Mr. Kent must be in his early sixties. I was exhausted. But now it looked like I'd be spending god knows how long trying to get this nasty old man to cum in my mouth. And all that before the guys that work here are given the opportunity to rape me again before we go home.

He pushed me out of his lap and quickly pulled his pants down to his knees. He pushed his boxers down and sat down again. I was surprised at how hard his cock was. It was hard and throbbing and it didn't look anywhere near as old as the rest of him.

I got to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. He sighed loudly and said, "I've watched you sexy young bitches running around that school for forty years now. Every year it seems like you wear less clothing and you have more skin on display. Every year you make it harder and harder to get up in front of that class and ignore your nubile young bodies. I have thought about sticking my hard cock in you little bitches for years. I'm finally going to get the chance. Suck that thing like you mean it, you frigid cunt!"

I didn't take the head of his cock into my throat. I was still so sore that the very thought of doing that again made me want to cry. But I threw myself into it and sucked his cock as enthusiastically as I could, using my mouth and my hands and pressing my breasts against his legs in an attempt to heighten his arousal.

I was surprised when he reached orgasm very quickly. I thought it was supposed to take old guys a long time to get off. But there was a moment of panic in the first instant when his cum began to fill my mouth. It didn't shoot out like most of the cocks that exploded in my mouth. Instead, he gripped my head and held me still and I felt the warm liquid ooze out onto my tongue. For a second or two I was afraid that he was peeing! But it was just his weak stream of extremely bitter cum trickling out of him.

He may not have been able to build up pressure like a young man. But there was still a lot of it. When he finally finished my mouth was half full. And there wasn't any question that he had enjoyed it. He sighed loudly and shivered in ecstasy as he came in my mouth.

He finally pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, "That was worth the wait. I am going to have to see about doing that again some time, you uptight bitch. One blowjob doesn't come close to making up for the stress you put me through."

Mr. Kent finally got up and put his clothing back in order. He paid for his oil change. He wrote down the address for my website on his receipt. Then he left after thanking Gary profusely.

As soon as he was gone, Jimmie started getting ready to close up and I went into Gary's office for my evening series of rapes.

I hoped that they would take pity on me and leave my throat alone. I should have known better. Breaking me, hurting me, that was all part of the fun for them.

It was still Kurt's day to go first. He probably spent the day thinking about this morning when he watched Gary and Donk rape my throat. His cock isn't nearly as large as either of their monster cocks. But he knew right where he was going to put it.

All four of the mechanics raped my throat. Donk was last in line. The others had more normal sized cocks and although it was very painful I was able to accommodate them. But while I was kneeling in front of each of them allowing them to fuck my throat I wasn't thinking about the pain they were causing me. I was worrying about Donk.

Half an hour later they were all circled around me, watching as I tried to force Donk's cock down my throat.

I tried. I tried desperately. I tried until I was crying like a baby. And then, so suddenly I didn't even see it coming, Gary came up behind me and pushed forcefully on the back of my head.

Reason would tell any normal person after looking at Donk's oversized sex organ that it would not fit in a woman's throat. That was why I had to be unconscious for him to force it into me this morning. I wasn't so lucky this evening. The pain was unbearable and I couldn't even scream. I was forced to concentrate on his movements so that each time he pulled his cock out of my throat I could quickly gulp down enough life giving oxygen to survive.

Survival. I was rapidly reaching a point where that wasn't as important to me as it once had been. Maybe the best way out of this was not to survive, not to live through it. Maybe surviving now would be pointless.

Having my throat raped by Donk was more painful than when Gary fucked my ass or forced those cruel butt plugs up inside of me. It was also much scarier. I didn't understand how the impossibly brutal act he was committing could not damage the delicate tissue of my throat. And I couldn't understand what it was about these men that made them enjoy hurting me this way.

It wasn't that they hated me. They hardly knew me. And I had overheard enough of the conversations to know that they had women that they loved, or they wanted a woman to love. I couldn't imagine that they would treat any other woman this way. So why did they seem to get so much pleasure from tormenting me? There seemed to be no answer to that question.

I almost passed out from lack of oxygen when Donk started to cum. He held my face pressed tightly against his belly while the first few spurts of hot cum shot down my throat. Just before I lost consciousness he pulled back and shot the rest of it into my mouth while I gasped for air and choked on the slime shooting so forcefully out of the end of his cock. I almost drowned in it.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth in time to shoot the last couple of spurts across my face. I don't know if that was intentional. My eyes were so full of tears that I couldn't see his face. But from the comments the guys were making they all thought it was amusing.

Everyone took advantage of the opportunity to rape me and then they finally went home. I wiped the streamers of cum from my face and put my skirt and blouse back on. Gary had been having so much fun watching his men rape me that he didn't have the day's receipts ready yet. Once he took care of that we drove to the bank and then to his house.

I went in and got cleaned up before returning to the kitchen in only my high heels. I went right to work making supper. Gary sent Jimmie out to mow the grass. He had to mow Gary's yard and the house next door. We were still responsible for it until the end of the month.

Jimmie came in to join us when supper was ready. But after we ate he went back out to finish the yard work. I cleaned up the kitchen and then Gary sat me down at his computer to prepare my diary, my version of the events that took place since he moved in and took over our lives.

First he made me read the diary that Jimmie wrote out last night. The amount of embarrassing detail was astounding. Every degrading act was there. It told in excruciating detail what Jimmie saw and felt and what he thought when he was first raped by Gary and then when he was forced to not just watch but assist Gary each time he raped me.

The amount of detail was probably amusing for our classmates and the customers that came in and learned of the website. I found it disgusting. The tastes, the smells, the fears, the humiliation, it was all there in intimate, pains taking detail.

I was forced to go through the pictures again so that I would be reminded of how low I have sunk. Then Gary ordered me to write out my own account of the events. He wanted every disturbing act described in as much detail as I could remember. But more than that, he wanted to know exactly what I was thinking and what I was feeling at all times. And he was going to make me keep working on it until he was satisfied that it was complete and accurate.

I started writing everything down from the first moment I met Gary. I was honest about how I felt about him, including my first impression which turned out to be all too accurate.

I knew it was going to be difficult. It wasn't that it was that hard to remember most of the horrible events that have taken place, although the days in the waiting room being pawed by all those men were kind of fuzzy in my mind. I tried not to think about it when it was happening and so much of it was just more of the same over and over and over, all day long.

The difficult part was writing out how I felt when I was being raped or forced to allow strange men to see or touch my body. The first times stood out in my mind. But then they started to fade into one giant rape that never seemed to end.

There could be no question that one of the two most difficult parts of the story was when Mr. Gates tied me down and let his dogs rape me. Trying to describe my feelings that evening was nearly impossible. The other traumatic event that most stood out in my memory was the morning when Gary fucked me in the bathtub and then pissed inside of me.

It was even worse that all of these deeply personal thoughts and feelings were going to be posted for the entertainment of my classmates and the general public. They were all going to have access to my emotions, my feelings, my thoughts at the most trying moments in my life. And I had no doubt that they would all be amused and aroused.

It wasn't easy to keep the horrible things that have happened to me in chronological order. I had to struggle to remember and separate the many hideous things that have happened to me. I referred back to Jimmie's account over and over to get things straight in my head. I went back over my own version time and time again to add details that occurred to me later.

I was interrupted several times when Gary came in to check on me. He would stand behind me and read over my shoulder while I typed. Several times he pointed out something that I had missed and he kept demanding more details about my thoughts and feelings while those horrible things were happening to me.

The last time he came in it was after ten o'clock. He was on his way to bed. He made me get up and he took my seat. I was put to work sucking his cock while he read what I had written so far.

After he filled my mouth with cum he told me to keep writing until I finished and then come to bed.

Jimmie's account was thirty pages long. I was shocked when I finished early the next morning to find that mine was over a hundred pages. Of course, much more of the abuse we suffered was directed at me. I had a lot more to write about than Jimmie did.

I learned from reading his account that he was being raped far more often than I realized. Since the four mechanics didn't have access to me during the workday they had often spent at least one of their breaks in the storeroom making Jimmie suck their cocks and sometimes fucking him.

But most of their lust was spent on me. They raped me every morning and every evening. For the most part, Jimmie was just a witness to my abuse.

I read it over one last time and added more detail where I could. Gary never seemed satisfied with the amount of detail I put in about how distraught I was by the things he did to me. He loved reading about that.

It was a devastating evening. Being forced to dredge up those memories I had been struggling to suppress all week was like pouring salt on the wounds that my psyche has suffered as I submitted meekly to rape after degrading rape.

When I finally got up to go to bed it was a little after three in the morning. I was tempted to curl up on the rug and sleep there. But I didn't dare.

I finally felt free to remove those horrible shoes. It was a huge relief to get them off. But after one day in the boots and two days wearing the shoes my feet were starting to adjust. I was actually getting used to them.

I went across the hall and as quietly as possible I crawled into bed with my tormentor. He didn't wake up and I fell asleep almost instantly.

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