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updated april 25 - 2010

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It Was This or Go to Prison
by Vulgus

ch 1

I would like to blame my daughter. It was her stupid idea that got us into this mess. And at first I did blame her. But in a rare moment of clarity I came to realize that I should have said no as soon as she made the stupid suggestion that led to our current predicament. And I can't deny that if I was a better mother, if I raised her right, if I taught her to be an honest, moral, respectable young woman and gave her a decent home life the foolish plan she came up with would never have occurred to her.

But the truth is I'm a shitty mother. I'm only being brutally honest. I admit that I'm not the brightest bulb on the tree. And my conscience never bothers me when I do something illegal or dishonest. It doesn't even bother me very much to admit that breaking the law isn't something that I do all that rarely if I don't think anyone is watching me. I've been known to take something that wasn't mine when I thought I could get away with it. I'm not very scrupulous about telling the truth, either.

The only reason I'm not an all out criminal is probably the fear of getting caught and going to prison. I'm terrified of being locked up in a prison. My fear of being imprisoned is almost irrational in its intensity.

Perhaps that fear haunts me because I have come so close so many times and have had to think about it more than most people I know. Or maybe it stems from the fact that my father died in prison. If it wasn't for that fear I'd probably be out robbing banks for a living. It looks like easy work.

Unfortunately that's the value system I instilled in my daughter as well. We have both been living hand to mouth on the borders of society, teetering ever closer to living a life of crime.

The last push came when our landlord showed up at our dilapidated old rental house on Friday and told us the cops were coming on the following Friday morning to kick us out of our sleazy, low rent home. In one week we were going to be homeless.

To be honest, it wasn't going to be a huge step down. The house we were living in was just about big enough to turn around in. It stank. The furniture was stained and broken and the only appliances, the range and the refrigerator, are older than I am. But it was a roof over our heads.

I pleaded with him for more time. When he only sneered I promised him that somehow I would come up with the money before then.

He shook his head and looked at me in disgust. He snarled, "No fucking way! I want you out. You have never once paid your rent on time. Not one time in the entire year that you have lived here. Excuses! That's all I get from you. Just excuses! I don't need this. You two are out on your ass in a week, one way or another."

He stuffed some legal looking papers in my hand that I didn't really understand other than the three words in large print on the front, Notice of Eviction. He stomped away looking pretty damned happy with himself. The motherfucker!

I turned around and pushed past my daughter. She had been standing behind me holding the door open and listening to everything that had just been said with a look of fear on her face. I went back inside and stood in the kitchen, wishing desperately for a drink of any kind of alcohol. But there wasn't any. There was no booze, no beer, no food, nothing!

I had no way of getting any, either. I had no job and except for a little bit of change on the kitchen counter I was flat broke.

I stood in the kitchen with tears of frustration, mixed with more than a little fury, running down my cheeks. I was so mad that I couldn't even think. Not that thinking was something I'm particularly good at anyway.

I heard the fear in the quiet voice behind me. Erin asked, "What are we going to do?"

I could only shrug. I had no idea. I was already at my wits end when the landlord showed up this evening. I had no chance of getting a job. I've been fired from every job I've ever had. Not that there were that many. I have an eighth grade education. That pretty much leaves out practicing law or medicine.

It didn't help that I've been arrested a few times for petty things. They charged me a couple of times with drunk and disorderly and once for disturbing the peace. I'm not sure what the difference is. I was just as drunk each time. I've been arrested for shoplifting and for writing bad checks. I've managed to stay out of jail because I'm the sole means of support for my daughter and I managed to get the judge to feel sorry for me.

My last remaining friend got me a job cleaning houses for the maid service she worked for a while back. Well, I didn't exactly work for the maid service. My friend would let me clean a few of the houses she was supposed to be cleaning and give me the money.

That was my last job. I got fired from that, too. But because I was getting paid under the table I couldn't get unemployment benefits. I used those up a long time ago.

A couple of guys have had the balls to offer me money to go to bed with them. If they were better looking I might have considered it. I was that desperate. But they weren't and I couldn't. It seemed like that was the one line I couldn't cross although I have to admit that it has been so long since I've been to bed with a man and I sometimes get so horny that I have thought about it. I'm not sure why I can't bring myself to cross that line. It isn't like I have a lot of pride left.

I collapsed into one of the rickety kitchen chairs and rested my head in my hands. I had stopped crying. But I wasn't thinking. My mind was blank. Sadly, there was nothing unusual about that.

Erin sat across from me looking just as glum as I felt. After a few minutes she quietly offered, "I have a suggestion."

I looked up, desperate enough to consider just about anything.

She cleared her throat and said, "Remember that house you used to clean over on Westminster?"

That was the last house I was responsible for cleaning before I got fired. I didn't steal anything or break anything. I just didn't do a very good job of cleaning. The owner of the cleaning company was furious when he found out that I was cleaning the house instead of the woman he hired. He fired me and my friend who it turns out was getting paid a hundred dollars for cleaning the house and giving me sixty-five.

Erin reminded me that I still had a key to the house and there was a lot of shit in there that could get us some money if we took it and sold it, including what appeared to be a very valuable coin collection. Unless he had changed the code I still knew how to disable his home alarm system.

The guy that owned the house lived alone. We could go to his house when he was at work, take what we could carry and get the hell out of there. We could wear gloves and be careful not to be seen. Or better yet, we could go in carrying a bunch of cleaning supplies and acting like we belonged there. No one would pay any attention to us!

It sounded pretty damned easy to me. I had a natural inclination to go with the easy solutions to my problems. And I couldn't think of any alternative. Maybe if I hadn't been so desperate I would have told Erin to forget it. But neither one of us had eaten a decent meal in days and I was dying for a drink.

I stared at my sixteen year old daughter in silence. She has my looks. In fact, she may be even prettier than me. We are both very attractive natural blondes with good figures and attractive features.

I noticed, and not for the first time, that she has grown into a very attractive young woman. She's smarter than I am, though. If she wasn't just as lazy as me she could have made something of herself. I was inordinately proud of how pretty she is. It wasn't like I was responsible for it beyond supplying the genes.

It really pleases me when people mistake us for sisters even though I'm thirty-four now. I still have a great figure and there isn't a line on my face. We wear our shoulder length blonde hair in the same simple style. When we dress up and stand side by side we do look like sisters.

The biggest difference between us is that my breasts are slightly larger. I have her to thank for that. My breasts expanded when I was pregnant with her and they never went all the way back to my original B cup. I have a very nice C cup now and it was almost worth what I had to go through to get them.

Erin was still waiting for my response to her suggestion. I never did really think about it. I returned from my reverie and without giving it much thought I said, "I guess we don't have much choice."

The bigger problem than planning the robbery was how we were going to survive until Monday when we could do this thing. There wasn't so much as a can of soup in the house. Not even a slice of bread.

On Saturday morning we swallowed what little pride we had and went to breakfast at a soup kitchen. I have an old junker car that makes a lot of noise and leaves a trail of smoke wherever I go. It still runs but it's low on gas and we were going to need it on Monday. So we had to walk almost five miles each way to get a greasy meal.

We went back for supper and we did the same thing on Sunday.

I didn't start getting nervous until Monday morning. Unlike most of the things that I have gotten in trouble for, what we were planning to do this morning wasn't a petty crime. This was something that could get me locked up for a very long time if we were to get caught. But it sounded so easy in my head.

We waited until nine in the morning and put some cleaning supplies in the car. I drove over to Mr. Barr's house on Westminster and parked in his driveway.

We carried the mop bucket and a broom and a handful of empty trash bags to the door as if we had every right to be there. I rang the bell and prayed to a god I don't believe in that no one would come to open the door.

When no one answered I used my key to unlock the door. I held my breath while I punched in the code and disarmed the alarm. I exhaled loudly when code worked and a little of the tension faded away.

To be honest, I pretty much expected that after attempting to punch in the code, Erin and I would be running like hell for the car. I almost couldn't believe he didn't change his code after they fired me!

We had to confine ourselves to small things. We didn't want to be seen carrying his big flat screen television out to the car. We headed straight for his coin collection.

He kept his most precious pieces in his safe. But that part of his collection that wouldn't fit in the safe was probably worth a small fortune. If I could get half of what his collection was worth when I sold it I would probably be able to live comfortably for several months. I'd be surprised if those coins weren't worth three or four thousand dollars!

We filled up the mop bucket and several large trash bags with what we thought would be the cream of his collection and put everything by the front door.

Before we left I filled up a couple of bags with food. No more soup kitchen for us! We carried everything out to the car and drove home.

I almost screamed after the car was unloaded and I remembered his well stocked bar. Damn! I should have grabbed a bottle on the way out! Double damn!! I needed a drink so bad right then that I was tempted to go back and get a bottle!

We would have to sell the coins as soon as possible. We would need the money to find a new place to live by Friday. I didn't know anyone who was a fence for stolen property. But I knew a few people who might. We didn't have a phone. That was disconnected a long time ago. But that didn't matter. I didn't know the phone numbers for these guys. I would have to wait until this evening and go to the bars where they hung out.

Until then, Erin and I put away the food we stole and I made an early lunch. We talked excitedly about how much money the coins might be worth and how much we hoped we could get for them.

It was pretty exciting. We've been living on next to nothing for a long time. Now we had the possibility of a large payout. A couple of thousand dollars may not seem like much to a lot of people. But we've been living on a lot less for a very long time. And this was like free money! There had been almost no labor involved at all.

In the back of my mind I was bothered. Not by what we just did. But by the knowledge that no matter how much money we made from those coins I would still be unemployed and without any prospects for finding a source for a steady income and hopefully improving our lives.

But I've always tended to wait until tomorrow to worry about tomorrow. Those nagging doubts about the future quickly faded from my mind. I was buoyed by the thought that I have been living frugally for a long time and if those coins were worth anywhere near as much as I hoped we could live for months on what we might get for them.

We ate a light supper that evening. We both knew that we needed to ration what little food we had until we sold the coins. After we ate I put on cleanest of my dresses. I really needed to do laundry. Nothing that either of owned was clean.

I was just about to hit the bars looking for my ethically challenged friends when there was a knock at the door.

I thought nothing of it. I went to the door and opened it without even looking through the peephole. The door was opened about a foot before I recognized the man at the door. It was the man from whom we had stolen the coins!

I screamed and attempted to close the door. I never had a chance. He slammed it open and stepped inside. He glowered at me and grabbed a handful of my hair without a word. He slammed the door closed with his foot and propelled me into the middle of my small living room, nearly tearing my hair out by the roots in the process.

Erin came running out from her bedroom and gasped loudly when she saw us. She started to turn and run but Mr. Barr yelled, "Don't you fucking move!"

She stopped instantly as if held in place by the power of his deep, booming voice alone. She paused, then turned and came into the living room looking very much like she was entering a minefield and every step might be her last. She was obviously just as terrified as I was.

He finally released his grip on my hair. He turned me around and pushed me down on the sofa as if I was a rag doll. Then he turned to Erin and pointing to the cushion beside me. He snarled, "Sit!"

She gave him a wide berth as she hurriedly took a seat beside me.

I saw the fury on his face and for a moment I wondered if we were going to die here tonight. I didn't know anything about this man. I met him twice. Once he came home from an out of town trip while I was cleaning his home. He spoke to me for a minute and then left for a meeting.

The second time I saw him he made a special trip home. He took time off from work to speak to me about how dissatisfied he was with the job I was doing. He was giving me a chance to do a better job before he went to my boss.

He didn't realize how truly lazy I am. I mean, after all, it isn't like I didn't know what a lousy job I was doing. I don't like cleaning houses. I would have thought that was obvious.

Mr. Barr stood in front of us, glaring down. The look on his face scared the hell out of me. He was furious. He looked capable of just about anything.

It was several moments before he calmed down enough to speak. He was still furious. But he seemed to be speaking in an almost normal, if somewhat strained voice. For some reason that made the situation even scarier.

"If you damaged any of those coins..."

He couldn't even finish the sentence! Finally he took a few deep breaths and growled at me, "Where are they, you stupid fucking cunt?!"

I was not in the habit of letting anyone talk to me that way. But I don't believe that I have ever before in my life seen anyone this angry. And when he put his hands on his hips his shirt pulled up enough that I could see the holster on his belt. He had a gun!

I whispered, "They're in my bedroom."

I started to get up to go get them. I had barely moved when I heard a metallic sound. I looked up and saw a huge pistol pointed right at my head. The hammer was pulled back and his trigger finger was white from the pressure he was applying. I may not be very bright. But I knew that at that moment I was a fraction of an inch from death.

That was when I pissed myself.

I stopped moving half way to my feet and whispered, "I was just going to get them."

He hissed, "Sit!"

He turned to Erin and said, "Go get them. If you come back out here with anything in your hands besides my coins you are both going to die tonight."

There was no question in my mind that he meant that from the bottom of his heart. I could see by the expression on my daughter's face that she believed him. Not that it mattered. We don't own a gun. If we had one I would have pawned it a long time ago.

Erin scurried to her feet and ran to my bedroom. She came back a moment later carrying an armful of coin display cases. She put them down carefully and made a half dozen more trips before they were all on the coffee table.

He was displeased to find scratches on the frames of some of the display cases. But the coins were all there and remained unscathed.

Erin sat back down beside me and in a shaky voice said, "That's all of them. That's all that we took, except for some food. Do you want me to get that, too?"

He ignored her and finished checking to make sure all the coins were there. When he straightened back up he didn't look any less furious. That huge gun was still in his hand. I wasn't yet certain that I was not going to die tonight.

He stared at me in disgust for a long time before he nodded down at his collection and asked, "Do you have any idea how much those coins are worth?"

I whispered, "No. But we..."

"Shut up! You stupid, lazy, worthless cunt! You have close to three hundred thousand dollars worth of coins on your coffee table right now. What the fuck was going through your empty head when you decided to steal something from a retired cop?!"

I almost told him that we didn't know he was an ex cop. But that wouldn't really have mattered. I couldn't speak, though. I was shocked. I had no idea. I had been hoping that those coins were worth as much as four thousand dollars!

He shook his head again and asked, "What the fuck am I going to do with you?"

I didn't say anything. He wasn't asking me.

Erin started to speak but he snarled at her and she stopped before getting two words out.

He finally said to me, "Do you know what you are looking at on that table?"

I looked in his eyes, trying to decide if he really wanted me to answer. He didn't.

"You're looking at about twenty-five years of your worthless life. That oughta make you close to sixty years old when you get out of the pen."

Erin gasped. I couldn't even make a sound. She gathered her courage and whispered, "It was my idea. I suggested it."

He sneered at her and asked, "And you are the adult here?"

I ignored the tears that were rolling down my cheeks in a steady stream now. I choked back a sob and said, "I was desperate."

He didn't yell at me. So I continued. "We haven't had any food in the house in days. I can't find a job. We are getting kicked out of here on Friday. We have no money and no place to go. Erin knew about your coins and she..."

He rolled his eyes and said, "I had a friend pull your record. You are broke and out of work because you are just about the laziest bitch on the planet. You can't hold a job because you can't be bothered to get to work on time or do your job once you get there.

"You get fired from every job you get because you don't want to work. You just want to get paid for doing nothing. To round off your stellar resume you drink too fucking much! You couldn't spell honesty if your life depended on it. Worse yet, when you drink too much you get rowdy and you have a tendency to write bad checks.

"And now I see that you've taught your daughter your version of right and wrong!"

He looked around our small living room and the disgust was obvious in his voice when he said, "Look at this place! I've seen cleaner pig sties! You don't have a job. You don't have any money to go out and play. Why the hell are you living like this?! You are disgusting on so many levels."

He shook his head once more and said, "Aw fuck it. What's the use?!"

He pulled out his cell phone and started dialing. I knew right away that he was calling the cops. I couldn't go to prison. Not for twenty-five years! I couldn't hold back the sobs of anguish any longer. I slid forward and fell to my knees. I begged him not to have me arrested. I promised him that I would do anything if he would give me a chance to make it up to him.

He laughed and asked in a sarcastic voice, "Do what, stupid? You tried cleaning my house. That didn't work out too well. You're a pig. You're lazy and sloppy. You've been trying to skate through life since you quit school. And your daughter is following in your footsteps. You must be so proud."

"Oh god! Please! I'll change. I'll do anything. I'll clean your house. I'll do it right. I'll work my ass off. I can cook. I'll cook for you. You can ... you know."

He cocked one eyebrow and responded, "No. I don't know. I can what?"

"I'll go to bed with you. You can have sex with me. I'll do anything you want." It was a humiliating offer to make to a man I didn't know. It was even worse because my daughter was sitting right beside me. But I was desperate. I would do anything to stay out of prison.

He stopped punching in numbers on his cell phone and looked down at me. No matter what else you could say about me I know I'm attractive. There isn't a lot in my life that I can take pride in. But I'm proud of my sexy body.

He hesitated long enough that I thought he was going to accept my offer. But then he held his phone up again and started dialing the rest of the number.

He held the phone up to his ear. We could all hear the sound of it ringing. Before anyone answered, Erin exclaimed, "Me too! You can have me, too. I'll do anything you want. I'll help cook and clean and you can have sex with me any time you want."

I gasped loudly. I was about to tell her that I would go to jail first when she reminded me that it was her idea to steal the coins. Before I could speak, Mr. Barr closed his phone and ordered, "Stand up. Both of you! Get on your feet!"

Erin stood up and then helped me to stand beside her. He looked at us closely for the first time. This time he looked at us not as thieves but as females. I was torn now. I didn't want to go to prison. But how could I let my daughter do this?

I looked up at Mr. Barr. He's a pretty good looking guy. I'd guess he's about forty years old, too young to be retired, even from the police force. And he's obviously in good shape. He certainly isn't hurting for money. If he made a pass at me in a bar I might have jumped at it.

But this wasn't a pass. My daughter and I just volunteered to be his slaves!

I drew my first full breath when he put his pistol back in the holster under his shirttails. He was thinking about it. He looked back and forth between my daughter and me for a moment and then said, "I could use a decent piece of ass."

I had the impression that he wasn't the type of man that normally talked that way. He was being crude intentionally. He was, I suppose, treating us like the kind of women he thought that we were.

"I imagine you two will have to be taught how to do that right, too. Strip! You stink. Christ! You pissed yourself like a fucking baby! Both of you! Take off your clothes!"

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Erin turn to look at me. I couldn't meet her gaze. I was too ashamed. I didn't even have to think about obeying him. I knew myself well enough to know I couldn't survive in prison. I had no choice. I had to do this.

I wouldn't have volunteered my daughter. But I wasn't going to argue with her if she wanted to join me in involuntary servitude. After all, as she pointed out a moment ago the theft was her idea. I know what you're thinking. But hell, I already admitted that I'm a shitty mother.

Even with badly shaking fingers I made quick work of the row of buttons down the front of my light, summer dress. I slipped it off my shoulders and dropped it on the couch behind me. I had to struggle to unfasten my bra. This wasn't my first time undressing for a man. But my fingers were shaking uncontrollably and that little clasp behind my back fought me for several long seconds before coming loose.

I dropped my bra behind me, slipped my feet out of my sandals and slid my panties off. It had been a long time since I owned a pair of serviceable pantyhose. I kicked my underwear away, embarrassed by the strong smell of urine and the large wet spot. Then I stood there naked and waited for my daughter to finish undressing.

I'm proud of my body. I'm in very good shape for a woman of thirty-four. I don't get a lot of exercise. But I don't get a lot of food, either. My breasts are still firm and stand straight out from my chest just like they always have. They are slightly larger since I gave birth. But a C cup isn't outrageous, even on my small frame and they are still pretty perky.

Erin was finally down to her panties. She moaned in embarrassment as she hooked her thumbs in her waistband and slowly slid them down over her hips. I watched Mr. Barr watch her as she let them fall to her feet and straighten up. She was blushing so brightly that there was almost a red glow around her.

She attempted to cover herself with her arms for a few seconds. But Mr. Barr glowered at her and she slowly lowered her arms so that he could examine her sexy sixteen year old body.

He looked back and forth between us for a long, embarrassing moment. Then he asked me, "You aren't any good at anything else. Are you any good at sucking cock?"

Erin gasped. I shrugged and answered, "Yes. I'm pretty good at it."

I may have been exaggerating a little. I did it often enough when I was married. After my husband split I did it when I was in a relationship with a man I loved. I may not have been fond of it when I first started doing it. But it's the kind of thing that grows on a girl. I enjoy the way a man goes crazy when I do it. If I like a guy I like pleasing him. That is certainly one way of doing it.

I'm not in the habit, however, of providing that service to men I'm not in a relationship with. This was going to be a new experience for me. But I would suck his cock every day of the week if it would keep me out of jail.

"Show me."

I looked him in the eye for a second. I meekly asked, "In front of Erin?"

He smiled for the first time. It wasn't a pleasant smile. He replied, "She's going to have to learn."

I went around the beat up old coffee table and dropped to my knees in front of Mr. Barr. I could feel my daughter's eyes boring into me from behind. It was impossible to ignore. But I tried to act like she wasn't there as I opened up his pants and slid them down to his knees. I pulled his jockey shorts down. There in my face was a very imposing cock!

I was surprised at my initial reaction when I saw his cock. If I was here with this man, alone and doing this of my own free will I would have been very impressed. Well, actually, I was impressed anyway. His cock was still soft. But it was beginning to twitch and grow now. It looked like it was about eight inches long and about an inch in diameter, maybe even a little closer to an inch and a half at the base. His cock is circumcised and has a nice clean look to it. I don't think I've seen one bigger. If I have it wasn't by much. All in all it was a very nice looking cock.

I leaned forward and I felt myself reacting to his manly scent and the strange situation. I am not normally a submissive person. But the strange reality of being helpless, being ordered around and taken like this was having a strange effect on me.

I hid my reaction by lifting his cock up off of his large testicles, burrowing my face into his crotch and kissing and licking his large, hairy balls. I didn't want to act too eager, especially with my daughter watching. But I was surprised at how this was affecting me. I haven't done anything like this in about three years. That may have influenced the strange way I was reacting.

I carefully kissed and licked his balls for a minute or two and then started licking his nearly erect cock. It had grown slightly. It might be a half inch longer now. It looked very sexy.

I finally wrapped my lips around the head and worked at the shaft with my tongue as I slowly slid my lips down about half way. The head of his cock struck the back of my throat and I pulled back slowly, hoping that he would be impressed that I didn't gag.

I repeated that a few times before he turned his attention back to Erin. He called her closer. She hurried around the coffee table and stood just behind me. He pointed to the floor beside us and she moved there.

Once she was standing where he wanted her he asked, "How old are you?"

I'm not sure why he asked. He has seen my records. I'm sure they included all the pertinent information about my daughter. He should know how old she is. She told him her age and he asked, "Are you a virgin?"

She hesitated before quietly answering, "No."

It was something we discussed when she became sexually active last year. She wanted to get on the pill. I couldn't afford it for me, much less for her. But we talked a little about sex and I shared what little I knew about other forms of birth control. So her admission didn't come as a surprise to me.

"Are you a slut?"

She sounded offended when she exclaimed, "NO! I've been with two ... well, three boys if you count Phil. But you can't really count him."

"Why can't I count Phil?"

Even through her embarrassment I could hear the derisive tone in her voice when she answered, "He came before he could even get it in. Both times!"

"Are you any good at sucking cock?"

She paused and I was aware of her watching me more closely for a moment before she replied, "Not that good. I've done it a couple of times. I don't like doing it."

"That's a shame. You're going to be doing a lot of it. Get down on your knees. Hold my balls in your hand and tease them lightly with your fingertips while you watch your mother. She was right. She's pretty good at this. You could learn a lot from watching her."

I don't think I've ever been more embarrassed in my life than I was when I looked into my daughter's eyes while sucking this man's cock. And she was just as embarrassed as I was.

I had been cradling his balls in my hand while I sucked his cock. When she joined me I moved my hand out of the way.

She extended her hand very carefully, as if she was afraid they were going to bite her. She shivered with revulsion as she gently cupped her hand around his unusually large balls and began to lightly move her fingertips over his sensitive flesh.

I'm reasonably certain that she didn't get her apparent aversion to male sex organs from me. We haven't really talked much about sex beyond discussing birth control. We were both too uncomfortable with the subject. But she has only done it a couple of times. That may have something to do with how uncomfortable she was now. And then there is the fact that we are doing this against our will with a man who is almost a complete stranger.

For some strange reason I felt compelled to give this man the best blowjob I have ever given. I know that in large part I was motivated by the fact that I didn't want to go to prison. But it was more than that. In the back of my mind I was thinking that I wanted Erin to see that this could be fun. I tried not to think about the fact that this was not how a mother should teach her daughter the facts of life.

I suppose that Mr. Barr was right. I've put a lot of bad ideas in my daughter's head over the years. Her idea of right and wrong was skewed. She was turning out to be as lazy as me. I didn't want to be responsible for making sex unpleasant for her, too. Sex can be something a woman can enjoy and take pride in doing well. I suppose that sounds strange coming from her mother. But that was what was going through my head.

I had been sucking Mr. Barr's cock for close to ten minutes when he tapped me on the head and said, "Let her try. Let's see if she's learning anything."

I glanced at Erin. She looked terrified. But I was too much of a coward to say anything to him.

I sat up and made room for her to give it a try. I watched her hand creep slowly up from his balls and begin to move up and down his hard shaft a few times. She looked at me nervously. She was blushing furiously.

I watched with a strange mix of emotions as she leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth. She did pretty well for an inexperienced sixteen year old. She hasn't learned to control her gag reflex yet. That takes practice. I thought she did alright for someone who isn't fond of doing it and hasn't had a lot of experience.

I was disturbed and yet at the same time amused at my own reaction to watching my teenage daughter, naked and kneeling at the feet of a man, sucking his cock for the first time. It's a strange experience for a mother ... even a shitty mother like me.

I was somewhat relieved to notice that it was obvious she wasn't being traumatized. She's a big girl now and she did offer her services just like I did. She wasn't enjoying it. But it didn't look like she was going to be having nightmares about it later.

She was doing it for the same reason I was. We were backed into a corner and had no other options. But as awful as our situation is now I still believe it's better than going to prison. If he had completed that call to his friends on the force and had us arrested, Erin would probably have been tried as an adult once all the facts came out. This may be a terrible choice to be forced to make. But as degrading as it was I still believed it was far better than the alternative.

I watched Erin suck his cock for a few more minutes before he said, "Okay, mama. It's time to switch back. I'm about to cum. We'll let your little girl sit this one out. Show her how it's done."

Erin sat up instantly. Relief was written all over her face. She watched as I dove back down on that nice, hard cock. She put her hand back on his balls without being asked. I sucked his cock and worked my hand up and down rapidly on the bottom half of it that I couldn't get in my mouth until he moaned, "Here it comes!"

I wrapped my lips around the knob at the top of his cock and finished him off with my hand. I was a little worried because his balls are so large. But it seemed like a pretty normal amount of cum to me.

I waited until he finished cumming and I swallowed it. Then I took about half of his cock back in my mouth and held it while it went soft. I stayed like that until he pushed my head away.

He pulled his pants back up and fastened them. Then he ordered us to get up and put some clothes on.

I had to go to my room and get some clean clothes. Or I should say get some cleaner clothes, something that hasn't been pissed in. Everything I owned was dirty.

Erin put the outfit she had been wearing back on. When I returned we carried the coins out and he carefully placed them in the trunk of his car. He ordered Erin into his passenger seat and ordered me to follow in my car.

I guess he wanted to make sure I wouldn't make a run for it when I got in my car. He didn't know I was almost out of gas.

We drove to his house and returned the coins to his den. He sat us down in the family room and ordered Erin and me to undress again. While we were undressing he informed us that we would always be naked in his house and back yard unless he told us otherwise.

As soon as we were naked he sent me into the kitchen to get all three of us something to drink. Mr. Barr and I had beer. Erin had a Coke.

I sat down next to Erin on the couch. He turned on the television and started a DVD that was already in the DVD player. As the screen was coming to life he said, "You two morons need to watch this."

That was when we learned that he had a motion activated surveillance system in place throughout the house. It followed us everywhere we went in his house today and even picked up our conversation.

When he showed up at our house this evening I assumed he knew it was us because he remembered I had a key and the code for his alarm or maybe because a neighbor saw me and recognized me. But there we were, clear as day and in living color. Laughing and joking and obviously excited as we stole almost three hundred thousand dollars worth of rare coins.

As I watched I listened to myself on that recording and I was incredibly embarrassed. I could imagine what a jury would think if they saw this. With my record I'd be very lucky to get off with only twenty-five years in prison.

He made us watch the entire crime. It didn't take that long, less than half an hour. He turned off the television and said, "I'm going to take you two up on your offer. I don't trust you any farther than I can throw you. You are both thieves. You don't have a clue about honesty, morality, pride, any of the qualities that guide decent people in their day-to-day lives.

"But the simple truth of the matter is that you are out of options. You have nowhere to go and no way of getting there. I'll be locking up my valuables from now on, just to remove any temptation you might feel to do something else stupid.

"While you are here I will see to it that you are fed and clothed and have a roof over your head. I will do everything in my power to teach you how to behave like responsible human beings in today's society. You will learn to do a decent day's work or I'll punish you. You will develop a work ethic if it kills me. You will learn to take pride in what you do and you will learn to pull your weight.

"I can't make you into moral people. You have to make that decision for yourselves. But I'm certainly going to work on your self control.

"Erin, you are going to start applying yourself in school. Your grades WILL improve. If you need help I will get someone to help you with your studies. But one way or another you are going to become a good student. You are also going to start taking part in sports and afterschool activities.

"You will not use drugs or alcohol and you will not lie to me. I spent twenty years as a cop and I'm pretty good at not being lied to. We develop a built in lie detector after a while."

There was a pause and then he looked her right in the eyes and asked, "Do you use drugs?"

Erin was about to lie. Even I could see it coming. But she took another look at his face and admitted, "Sometimes. I don't do it a lot. I do a little pot at parties sometimes. I've tried ecstasy but it scared me. I only did that once. But that's all. I've never done any of the hard stuff."

He shook his head in disgust and said, "Now you don't do any of it. Is that clear?"

She nodded and quietly said, "Yes, sir."

He turned to me next. "Paula, you are not the laziest or the most morally challenged bitch I've ever met. I've put worse women than you in prison. But you don't miss it by much. I'm going to straighten your ass out or you're going to die from the trying. You are going to clean this house until it is spotless. You are going to learn how to keep it that way. You are going to cook healthy meals. If you don't know how you will learn.

"Once you have that under control you are going to start taking GED classes. You are going to take and pass the test. Then you are going to learn a skill. I don't intend to support your lazy ass forever.

"You are both already aware of some of your other duties. You will remain naked and you will be available to provide sexual satisfaction to me or to anyone else to whom I decide to offer you at any time. When you go out you will dress and behave in the manner that I prescribe."

He watched us carefully as he spelled out our futures. I didn't like the sound of it. But it was still better than prison.

After a long pause he said, "That was option one."

We have options?!

"Option two is I go ahead and complete that phone call to the local cops. You've seen the evidence. I'm sure you can imagine how your day in court will turn out.

"Option three is you take off and I have to hunt you down. If that happens I may or may not kill you where I find you. I don't think you'll select options two or three. You may not like your life here at first. I'm going to work your asses off and I'm going to be all over you like stink on shit. You are going to hate me. But once you get used to it you might find it's a lot better living here with me than the sleazy life you've been living."

I didn't believe that for a minute. But I still believe that it'll be better than prison. I really do believe that. If nothing else improves we will at least be eating regularly and we won't have to worry about sleeping under an overpass starting next Friday.

He let what he had just told us sink in for a minute. Then he said, "You can go home and pack your things tonight. Wash all of your clothes before you bring them into my house. I don't want to have an insect problem. I'll have someone go through your belongings tomorrow and determine if you have anything worth keeping. If you aren't moving in by ten o'clock tomorrow morning I'm coming after you. Do either of you have any questions about anything I've said?"

Erin and I looked at each other for a long moment. I could see that she was as unhappy about this as I was. But the way I saw things, this would give us a chance to catch a break, eat well for a little while, and make some plans to get the hell out of here. It's a big country. He can't look everywhere.

Ch2

He dismissed us then. We dressed and hurried out to the car. As we were on our way out the door he ordered me not to park my car in his driveway. He informed me that as soon as we finished moving he would have it hauled to the scrap yard since it was nothing but junk and I couldn't afford to repair it.

We were silent on the ride home. I think we were both too stunned by everything that happened and everything he said to be able to think clearly. I tried not to think about the fact that my teenage daughter and I had just worked together to give a man a blowjob.

Neither of us said a word until we entered our house. I looked around and suddenly I saw my house through someone else's eyes. It isn't like the fact that I was a terrible housekeeper came as a surprise to me. But for the first time I was embarrassed. That man had talked to Erin and me as if we were unruly, not quite housebroken children. He had nothing but contempt for us. Unfortunately, everything he said had been the absolute truth.

I found myself wanting to apologize to Erin for raising her the way that I have. Before I could say anything Erin quietly said, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I got you into this."

I am the worst mother in the world and my daughter is apologizing to me! God I need a drink!!

I turned to face Erin and said, "Don't apologize. Everything Mr. Barr said about me was the absolute truth. This is entirely my fault. I'm everything he said about me. If I wasn't such a piss poor mother you would never have suggested that we solve our problems by burglarizing someone's house and I would never have gone along with it. I'm not looking forward to this, whatever 'this' might be. But I can't deny that I have it coming.

"Look at the way we live. He was right about that, too. There is no excuse for the way we live. It's probably too late for me to turn my life around. But it isn't too late for you. You're smart. You don't have a police record. You can work your way through this."

It looked like Erin was trying to think of something nice to say about me or at least think of something she could say by way of encouragement. But she couldn't. I smiled wryly and said, "We better get to work."

The first thing we had to do was wash all of our clothes. Everything we owned was dirty. That was going to be harder than it sounds. We don't have a washer or dryer and we don't have any money to go to the Laundromat.

If anyone asked why every article of clothing in my house was dirty I would plead poverty. But the truth is that even on those rare occasions that I have money I never do laundry until everything we own has been worn, often more than once. Mr. Barr is right. I am a pig.

I've talked my next door neighbor into letting me use his washer and dryer a couple of times. But he always made it pretty clear that the only reason he was being so generous with his electricity, his water and his detergent was that he was hoping for something a little more personal than a polite thank you in return.

I always tried to be just a little flirty while trying to act grateful but naively unaware of what he really wanted in return. I didn't want to be honest and tell him that he didn't have a chance in hell of getting into my pants. I had to walk a fine line. I had to let him think he had a chance because I needed his appliances and his detergent.

I didn't dare move a bunch of dirty clothes into Mr. Barr's house tomorrow. I had no other options. I was going to have to go next door with my tail between my legs and talk Larry into letting me use his washer and dryer one last time. This was going to be more than a little humiliating, even for someone with as little pride as I have left.

We gathered up all of the dirty clothes and separated them into three loads in the living room. Then I went next door and knocked timidly on Larry's door.

He came to the door and looked at me through the screen door. When he saw that it was me his expression turned dour and in a cold, unfriendly voice he asked, "What do you want, Paula?"

It was obvious that he wasn't in a mood to be generous. I had strung him along and then dashed his hopes too many times. But he was my only hope of getting my clothes washed. I had no choice but to humble myself.

I tried to sound friendly and reasonable. I smiled noncommittally and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, Larry. But I'm in a bind. I don't have anywhere else to turn. We're getting evicted."

I saw his features freeze and I knew what he was thinking. He thought I was going to ask him for money. Maybe that was good. Maybe he would be relieved when I only asked to wash my clothes.

"Larry, we're moving out tomorrow. But every piece of clothing we own needs to be washed and I only have sixty cents to my name. I'd really appreciate it if you'd let me use your washer and dryer one last time.

"I know it must seem like I'm taking advantage of your big heart. But I never meant to. Please, Larry. Just this one last time and then we're out of here."

I could almost hear the gears grinding in his little brain. Finally he said, "I'm not going to miss you, Paula. You use people. You take things from people and never pay them back. You flirt and you lead men on, letting them think maybe they got a chance. But it's just an act. You're just using your good looks and your sexy body to take advantage of people.

"I told you last time that I was through with you. I don't like the way you use people. I especially don't like the way you've been taking advantage of me. If you paid me back everything you've gotten from me over the last year I could probably take a couple of months off from work. No, Paula. You can just pack up your dirty skivvies and move. You have taken advantage of me for the last time."

I had to bite my tongue for a minute to keep from telling the son of a bitch off. What he really meant was he felt entitled to fuck me for letting me use his washer and dryer and he resented me for not feeling the same way. Ass hole!

Yes, I'll admit that from time to time I have borrowed a cup of sugar or a little milk, maybe a couple of eggs, even a few slices of bread. But not anywhere near as much as he seemed to be accusing me of taking from him. Besides, he seemed to like it when I flirted with him!

I took a deep breath and said, "I didn't mean to take advantage of you, Larry. You know I've been out of work a lot in the last year. If I had any money I'd be happy to repay you. You know I would."

He chuckled and exclaimed, "Bullshit! We both know that's a crock of shit."

He glared at me for a moment and then turned to go back inside. I started to panic. I was scared of Mr. Barr. I think I had every right to be. I kept picturing his face when he threatened to kill me. And each time I saw that cold look in his eyes I shivered.

I didn't think that he would kill me for disobeying him about the clothes. But he kept talking about punishing me and Erin every time we screwed up or disobeyed him. I didn't know what he had in mind for punishment but I knew I wouldn't like it. I didn't think it was going to be something as simple as being grounded or losing my phone privileges.

I didn't want the first thing I did tomorrow to be disobeying the first order he gave me. I had to wash three loads of clothes if it meant using a rock in the river to beat them clean. Only I didn't know how to do that and we were a long way from the nearest river.

I called out to him, "Larry, please. I'm really desperate."

I could see him through the screen door. He took a couple more steps into his dark living room before he stopped and looked back at me. He stared at me for a moment and then walked back to the door. His expression had changed, but not for the better. He had a smug, arrogant, taunting look on his face. It looked like he was going to tell me off again.

Instead, he asked, "How much laundry do you have?"

I was surprised at how excited I became when he offered me that little sliver of hope. I quickly answered, "Just three loads. You'll hardly notice I'm here, Larry. Honest. I'll be in and out of here in about two hours, two and a half at the most."

His grin turned to a leer and he said, "I'll make you a deal, Paula. You can wash three loads of laundry and dry them. But for as long as it takes to do your laundry your ass is mine. You do whatever I want until you leave here with your laundry this evening. You're going to pay me back for all the times you've led me on and taken advantage of me with two hours of fucking and sucking. That's my offer. It's nonnegotiable. Take it or leave it."

I stood there with my mouth open, staring at him in disbelief. I probably shouldn't have been shocked. But I was. I couldn't believe that I was going to let two different men have sex with me against my will in one fucking day!

The irony of this situation didn't escape me. It looked like after a year of putting him off and slickly sidestepping his advances I was about to surrender to Larry as a result of the unreasonable demands of the first man to force himself on me, Mr. Barr. It was all the more infuriating because I knew that Mr. Barr had a large, modern laundry room in his home.

I stared at him for several minutes, trying to think of any alternative. I knew none existed. If there had been any other alternative I wouldn't have been standing there begging to use his washer and dryer.

I also knew that there was nothing I could say to change his mind. He had nothing to lose. He was going to make me pay for the use of his washer and dryer with sex or he was going to turn around and be perfectly happy to never see me again.

He waited for me to make up my mind. When I couldn't bring myself to respond he shrugged and started to turn around. I felt the panic again when he began to walk away. I didn't know what else to do. I cried out, "Alright!"

He turned back around with a huge grin on his face. He came back to the door and said, "I'm not going to put up with any of your shit, Paula. If I tell you to do something you do it. The first time you give me a hard time I'm throwing you and your clothes out of here."

I felt like I was collapsing in on myself. I hung my head down. I nodded and fought the urge to be physically ill as I quietly said, "I'll do what you want."

The excitement I heard in his voice when he ordered me to go get my clothes almost made me want to vomit. I was that disgusted with myself.

I turned and stepped down off his porch on legs that were shaking so bad I was afraid I'd fall. I walked slowly back to my house, still not quite able to believe what I had just agreed to do. I was going to let that son of a bitch fuck me for two hours in return for what would cost me about five or six bucks in a Laundromat.

Erin had placed our three loads of wash in three plastic trash bags. She was in the kitchen with her back to me, pulling our pots and pans out of the cupboards. She turned around and started to speak, probably to ask me how it went with Larry.

She saw the look on my face and froze before she'd said two words.

I said, "I'm going to be next door doing laundry for the next couple of hours. Never mind the pots and pans. They aren't worth much and I doubt if our new owner will let us bring them into his house."

She heard the sarcasm. But I think that it went right over her head when she heard me refer to "our new owner."

She hadn't thought of him that way. But once I said it she sighed and seemed to give up a little of herself right before my eyes. I think that somewhere in the back of her mind she may have been expecting to get over on Mr. Barr once he calmed down. Somehow I don't think that's going to happen.

I picked up our laundry in the three plastic bags. The three of them together were pretty heavy but I could make it in one trip. Before I could leave she asked, "What happened? Why do you look like that?"

Instead of answering I said, "If you have anything in your room that you want to move tomorrow get it ready tonight."

I looked at our small, mismatched collection of dinnerware and pots and pans and said, "Throw all that stuff in the garbage can. Look around and see what you want to take with us. Then relax for a while. I don't know what tomorrow will be like."

I picked up the laundry again and she said, "Let me help you with those."

"NO! No, baby. I can manage. You have plenty to do."

I didn't want Larry to see her and get any more ideas in his dirty little mind. I've seen the way he looked at her when she walked by his house. And for some reason I didn't want her to know what I had to do to get our clothes washed. After what just happened to us you would think that it wouldn't matter. Maybe I've reached my daily quotient for humiliation.

I hope not. I have two more hours of it to live through.

I lifted the bags up once more and headed for the door. By the time I reached Larry's front steps I was struggling. I put the bags down and started to knock before I realized he was standing in the dim light just inside the screen door.

Before he opened the door he said, "Just so that there are no misunderstandings, we both know what is going to happen once you step inside, right?"

I choked down the urge to yell at him. There was no sense making things any worse than they already were. I did my best to sound docile when I answered, "Yes, Larry. You were perfectly clear."

He slipped the hook that held the screen door closed and pushed the door open. I carried two bags of laundry inside and through the kitchen to the small mud room where his washer and dryer are located in the back of the old house. I dropped the bags and started to go back through the house to get the third bag of laundry that I left out on the steps.

Larry was blocking my way. He was standing in the door of the laundry room and didn't move.

I looked up at him questioningly.

He leered at me and said, "Take your clothes off."

Then he chuckled at the look on my face and added, "I'm doing you a favor, Paula. Now you can wash what you're wearing, too. All your clothes will be clean when you leave here."

I bit my tongue once more to keep from saying, "Very witty. Asshole!"

Instead I said, "Just a second. Let me get the other bag first."

He didn't move.

I sighed loudly and said, "Larry! Be reasonable."

He smiled and responded, "I don't feel reasonable. I feel horny. I want to see you naked. Think of it as a down payment. Get undressed. Get the other bag and start the laundry. Then you can take care of this."

He reached down and gripped the bulge in the front of his chinos. Like I didn't already know what I was going to be doing for the next couple of hours!

I had gone this far. I didn't have much pride left. At least I didn't provide him with much of a show. It took me about thirty seconds to whip off my t-shirt and shorts. After taking a deep breath and trying to ignore the look of lust on his face as he ogled my tits I stepped out of my panties.

A shiver ran through me when I was naked in front of him. It has been a long time since a man has seen me naked. Now I've been forced to undress for two of them in one day! What makes it even stranger is that both times I did it against my will. I've managed to live thirty-four years without being raped and now it happens twice in one day! I don't think I've ever felt so dirty before.

Larry moved out of the way to let me pass. I started back to the front door, wondering if anyone would be outside and if I could actually make myself step out on the porch in the nude. As I walked past Larry he reached out and one of his large, rough hands gripped my ass for a second.

I didn't give any indication that I even noticed. But I was screaming on the inside.

I went to the door and looked out. It was early evening now. The sun was going down but it wasn't anywhere near dark yet. I looked around through the screen door. I waited for a car to pass. I was aware of Larry standing right behind me.

The son of a bitch was hoping someone was out there just to add to my humiliation!

He got his wish. Just as I stepped out onto the steps a man came out from between his house and the house on the other side of his. He stopped moving when he saw me standing there naked and his mouth gaped open.

Moving as fast as I could I picked up the third bag of laundry and turned to hurry back inside. Larry was standing in the damned doorway again!

I hissed, "Larry!!"

He grinned and slowly moved aside to let me in.

As soon as the door closed behind me I exclaimed, "Damn it! Why are you doing this to me?! I'm doing what you want!"

He glared at me and snarled, "Shut up, bitch! I own your ass for two hours. If you give me any more shit I'll invite him over for a piece of ass. I can make you do any fucking thing I want for the next two hours. That was the deal. You haven't changed your mind, have you?"

I tried to sound reasonable. I said, "I meant that I would do anything you wanted for two hours, Larry. I didn't say anything about entertaining everyone on the damned street!"

He sneered at me and snapped back, "That's right, Paula! You didn't say a word about it. You didn't put any limits on what I could do with you. So quit giving me a hard time or I'll invite a couple of friends over."

I looked him in the eye, planning on putting the brakes on. I had no intention of entertaining any of the other men on the street. But I saw the warning look in his eyes. He was daring me to talk back.

I sighed deeply, put my head down meekly and carried the last bag into the laundry room. Larry followed. He watched as I put the first load of dirty clothes in the washer and used some of his detergent.

I started the first load and then took a deep breath to prepare for what I would have to do next. This wasn't going to be easy. When I sank to my knees a little while ago and began to suck on Mr. Barr's cock it had been the first time in a very long time that I had seen or touched a male sex organ.

It isn't that I don't like sex. I do. But until today I've never had sex with someone I wasn't at least dating and preferably in a committed relationship with. Unfortunately, that seems to be the only principle I've adopted in my wasted life. It's a shame that I never learned how to be ambitious or honest.

Well, that's not true. I knew better than to live the life I've been living. I don't think that I'm morally challenged so much as I'm just lazy. And the longer I sit around waiting for something good to happen in my life the lazier I seem to get.

I sit down in my living room every morning and inertia sets in. I know I should be looking for work or cleaning house or just about anything but sitting in a lumpy old chair watching my life unravel around me. I know that you can't win the lottery if you don't buy a ticket. I know that no knight in shining armor is going to ride up to my door on his mighty steed and save the day.

But still I sit there in that chair and wait for someone to offer me some alternative to doing the right thing. That's how I ended up in this mess. That's how I ended up going to Mr. Barr's house and stealing what I was shocked to find out was a few hundred thousand dollars worth of rare coins. I had no idea that they were worth that much.

As for sex, I haven't met anyone in a long time that I was interested in dating. It's hard for a girl to meet nice men in her living room. And when you're broke, and let's face it, lazy, most days the living room is the final destination for the day. I go there instead of going out and being turned down for more jobs and I sit there instead of actually cleaning the room or any other room in the house.

I had to think very hard to remember how long it's been since I've had sex with anyone before today. It's been more than three years! I missed it for a while. Being celibate had not been a conscious choice. But as time passed I just kind of stopped thinking about it.

I was in shock earlier this afternoon when I first undressed and then joined my daughter in giving Mr. Barr a blowjob. I don't think I had yet recovered from looking down the barrel of his gun and seeing how close he was to pulling the trigger.

This was even worse than undressing for Mr. Barr. Stripping for the amusement of Larry and trying to wrap my head around the idea that I was going to have to let him have sex with me ... Christ! I was as embarrassed as a teenage girl. It has been a long time since I've had sex but I had no desire to start again with Larry.

I forced myself to look up at him. He looked needy and that made it worse for some reason. The sleazy look of excitement on his face made my skin crawl. The only thing that made it possible for me to not run screaming from his house was the fact that I was far more scared of Mr. Barr than I was upset about prostituting myself for six bucks worth of laundry. I still felt shivers run down my spine when I remembered what it was like to look down the barrel of his gun and then at his cold eyes.

I knew when I looked in that hard man's eyes that I was looking into the eyes of someone who has used that gun. He has killed someone. If he thought he had a good enough reason he could do it again and not lose a lot of sleep over it.

So here I was, naked in the home of a man I didn't particularly like and about to let him use my body for a sex toy.

Larry was through being patient. He has been trying to get in my pants for a year. His goal was at hand, literally. He reached out and his warm hand, moist with the sweat of lust and eager anticipation cupped my mound possessively. His smile grew as he enjoyed the feel of my intimate flesh in his hand.

I gasped. A man's hand was on that most sensitive part of my body for the first time in years. For just a few seconds, even though the hand was attached to Larry, my body said, "Hey! That feels good!"

But sanity returned in an instant and my conscious mind regained control. I like being touched by a man. But not by THIS man. Not under these humiliating circumstances.

His hand clamped down on me for a moment before he released me and said, "That's enough screwing around. Let's go to my bedroom."

I felt as if the shock of being caught by Mr. Barr and having a gun pointed at my face a short time ago was beginning to wear off. I was becoming more uncomfortable about being naked with Larry and about to have sex with him as each minute passed. Now that it was happening it was becoming increasingly difficult to just accept it.

I turned and headed for his bedroom. I almost couldn't walk I was so self conscious about having him walking behind me and staring at my ass as I led the way.

I stepped into his bedroom and looked around while he quickly got undressed. The room wasn't too bad for a single man's bedroom. I'm forced to admit that it was cleaner than my bedroom. It was a little musty. There were dirty clothes piled in one corner. But I have to be honest. My bedroom was much worse.

Larry stretched out on his back on his double bed and spread his legs. He said, "Let's start with a nice blowjob to take the edge off."

I stared down at his cock for a moment. This was going to be a first. I was about to suck off the second cock of the day. I've never had sex with two different men in one day. I've never had sex with two different men in one week!

That wasn't the only thing about this that bothered me. Larry is about fifty years old. He isn't very good looking and he isn't in very good shape. He has a beer belly and he always has at least a two day growth of gray whiskers on his face. There is a semi-circle of short, graying hair around the top of his balding head that makes him look even older.

As I climbed up between his legs I realized that he must have taken a shower when he got home from work today. I was grateful for that. I don't remember exactly what it was he said he does for a living. I didn't pay that much attention when he talked to me. I just smiled and nodded a lot. I remember that most of his work is done out in the hot sun and that he works with tools.

Whatever it is he does it's something that's apt to make a guy sweat. I've seen him when he first comes home from work. On a hot day he always looks like he has been through the wringer. As much as he sweats you'd think he'd be skinnier.

His cock looked kind of small. It began to stir as I knelt between his legs and stared at it. Once it started getting hard it looked about average. I bent down and tried to think about just about anything else but what I was doing as I licked around the head of his cock. I learned that it isn't easy to forget that you are sucking the cock of someone that you don't like, especially when you're doing it against your will.

Larry gasped and his cock responded instantly. In only seconds it was totally erect. I began moving my lips and tongue up and down his shaft until he stopped me after only a minute or two.

I lifted my head to see what he wanted. He ordered me to turn around so that he could play with my pussy while I sucked his cock.

I would have preferred to continue the way I was doing it. Being forced to perform on demand like this is humiliating enough. I was forced to remind myself that nothing that happened to me in the next two hours was up to me.

I swung my body around so that he had access to that part of my anatomy that most interested him. He adjusted my stance slightly and I turned my attention back to his hard cock.

I licked and then sucked his hard cock. I felt his fingers moving over my pussy and then working inside of me. I tried not to think about the view he had of my body or the fact that he could do pretty much anything he wanted to it. My pussy was still dry and he had a hard time working a finger inside of me. It was uncomfortable and humiliating but I tried to ignore it and concentrate on the task at hand.

It didn't take long to bring him to orgasm. I didn't think it would. Larry lives alone. He seldom goes out and I've never seen him bring a woman home. I never gave it much thought before. But now I realized that he must get lucky almost never.

I suppose I can assume from that fact that he will be keeping me pretty busy until my laundry is done and I can get the hell out of here.

I swallowed Larry's large load of bitter cum but remained where I was while he continued to explore my pussy. My reluctant pussy had begun to lubricate in response to the invasion of his fingers. I wasn't getting excited but he probably thought he was turning me on.

For the next couple of minutes I knelt there while Larry relaxed and recovered his strength. I tried not to think about the humiliation of it all. I found myself wondering how many times an old fart like Larry could get it up in two hours and wishing I didn't have to find out for myself.

He ordered me to suck his cock again after several minutes had passed. I sighed and lowered my head to his soft cock. I lifted it with one hand and wrapped my lips around the head of it.

I started gently sucking. It was easier now. When it was soft it was only about three inches long and very skinny. It fit easily in my mouth.

It only took a minute or two for it to start to grow hard again. Once it did he let me suck it for another minute or two before he sat up and repositioned me. He put me in the middle of his bed, still on my hands and knees. He climbed up behind me and started sliding his wet cock through the crack of my butt.

I started to get nervous. I expected to be humiliated and I expected to be ... well, I might as well call this what it is, raped. But I don't do anal. I never have. If he thought I was going to let him stick that cock up my ass he was going to have to think again.

Just before I said something to him he moved his hips and his cock started sliding between my legs, sliding through the crease of my pussy now. I didn't want it there, either. But I was relieved that I wasn't going to have to fight with him about using the wrong hole.

He pushed down on my shoulders to adjust my position and I felt the head of his cock looking for my opening. I reached down and guided him in. I figured it would be better for me if he wasn't poking around blindly down there. I just wanted to get this over with.

His cock slid in easily. I had been wondering what it would be like for me. It has been a long time since I've been with a man and I do miss sex. But as his cock entered me I felt nothing. I wasn't turned on and I don't like Larry. I didn't want to be here and I didn't want to be performing these most intimate acts with this old fart. The only feeling I was aware of was embarrassment. I was embarrassed that I found myself in this position and that I could be forced to let a man use my body in this demeaning manner.

Fortunately, Larry didn't give a damn about pleasing me and he didn't care how I felt about what we were doing. On second thought, I think it might be turning him on that I hate what we were doing as much as I do. I made no attempt to hide how I feel about him or about the things he was making me do. In the back of my mind I might have been hoping that his conscience would bother him and he'd apologize and call a halt to all this.

Now I realized that he probably thought it was even more exciting that I was being forced to be his little sex slave. I just have to keep reminding myself that it will all be over in two hours. And this out of shape old fart can't possibly keep this up for the entire two hours ... can he?

I began to wonder. He was back there slamming his cock into me like that for a very long time. It started to seem like he was never going to finish. As much as possible I let my mind wander. I tried not to think about how long it was taking him.

Unfortunately, when my mind was free to wander it seemed to demand that I focus on the other major event in my life, the things I was going to be doing for Mr. Barr starting tomorrow.

I didn't want to think about the future. Especially the future Erin and I faced with Mr. Barr. So I forced my mind to wander into the past. I thought back, trying to find the point in my life when everything went wrong.

The sad truth is that there was no turning point. I've always been the sort of person I am now. I grew up in a home very much like the one I have provided for my daughter except that my father lived with us until he was arrested and sent to prison. I was nine years old when he went away. I never saw him again. He was killed in the exercise yard several years into his seven year sentence.

My mother was just as lazy and disreputable as I am. She passed her values on to me.

I may not have lived well. But I've been able to get by on looks, a pretty smile and a flirty personality for most of my life. People have always let me get away with just about anything. As a result, I have been able to nurture my natural tendency towards laziness.

Unlike most people I know, I've never had any desire to do or to be anything. I've always been lazy. I like being lazy. I like having people do things for me. And I've passed that character flaw on to my daughter.

I got married within weeks of the day my ex graduated from high school. I liked my ex well enough. There was even a time when I thought that I might love him. But as I walked down the aisle of the church in front of my mother and our half dozen friends I realized I didn't love him. I think I just wanted out of my mother's house and I wanted someone to take care of me.

My husband put up with me and my lazy ways for a few years. From the very start, though, the only thing we had in common was sex. I married him for security. He married me for my body.

We had Erin after we were married for two years and then we had a choice. We could grow up and be mature parents or everything would fall apart. Everything fell apart.

Mike, my ex, lasted another year. He got tired of working his ass off during the day and then coming home and having to clean house and more often than not cook his own dinner.

I usually could come up with some lame excuse for why I hadn't done those things. He finally left after three years. He got a divorce immediately. At first he was good about paying child support. It used to make him furious that I spent most of it on me. He tried to take me to court a couple of times but even his attorney realized that his chances of reducing or stopping the support payments were slim and none. His only option was to try to get custody of Erin. He didn't want that. He liked being a bachelor again.

It wasn't much longer before Mike found another way to get out of paying support. He just took off. No one I know has seen or heard from him in ten years.

For the next two years I lived on handouts and various Government subsidies. But when Erin started school I was forced to look for a job. That was a huge shock to my system. I had never worked outside of the home in my entire life. I almost never worked inside the home!

When there were no clean clothes I did laundry. I cooked simple, inexpensive meals like spaghetti or meatloaf when I couldn't afford to go out for a hamburger and fries. I did almost no housework at first. But several times someone from Social Services became involved because of Erin and I began doing just enough housework to survive. I may not be a good mother. But it cannot be said that I do not love my daughter. I love Erin with all of my heart. I couldn't stand to lose her.

Now I had to find a job at the age of twenty-four with no skills, no experience, and no ambition. At first I was able to find jobs just because I'm pretty and can flirt. It turns out, though, that once someone hires you they want you to actually work. I've never been very good at that.

After losing a couple of jobs I started getting better at faking it. It wasn't too hard as long as no one asked me to work too hard or kept on my ass about the quality of the work I did. I wasn't surprised at all to discover that I don't like being told what to do. My employers, on the other hand, generally found that to be problematic.

So I stumbled through the last ten years, working long enough to qualify for unemployment benefits when I got fired and living on not quite enough to get by. It wasn't la dolce vita. But life wasn't so unpleasant that I felt any need to get off my ass and make something of myself. Or at least it wasn't unpleasant by my low standards.

Now that was all going to change and I was terrified. Mr. Barr scared the shit out of me. It wasn't just that I had looked into his eyes and seen death. Just as terrifying for me, he had the power to send me to prison for a very long time. I'm not sure why I have such a phobic response to the idea of being imprisoned. But I do. It may have something to do with the fact that my father died in prison. I'm positive that I could not long survive being sent to prison.

I was distracted from my train of thought when I felt Larry's fingers suddenly clamp down painfully on my hips. He slammed into me with slightly more force for about thirty seconds. He groaned and I felt him shivering through an orgasm behind me.

I sucked the cocks of two men today. I didn't enjoy it. But it hadn't been all that traumatic. Now, when I realized that Larry was cumming inside of me, I suddenly felt nauseous. I felt tears of self pity welling up in my eyes and I had to steel myself to keep from becoming ill.

The depth of my sudden reaction shocked me. I hated what I was being forced to do. But I had been going along with it, doing whatever he wanted as if I was in a daze. It was almost as if it was happening to someone else ... until I felt him having an orgasm with his cock inside of me.

Now the tears were streaming down my cheeks. I couldn't control it. I cried quietly and waited for him to finish and pull his nasty cock out of me. As soon as he did I ran to the bathroom.

I leaned over the toilet bowl, certain that I was going to be ill. But as I began to calm down my stomach settled and I quickly realized that the strong revulsion I felt was beginning to pass. It had all been in my head.

I put the seat down and sat on the toilet. I strained to expel what I assumed was a large load of cum. I felt even sillier when almost nothing came out of me. I finally wiped my messy pubic mound and got up and washed my hands and face.

Larry came into the bathroom as I left it. I told him that I was going to check on the laundry.

The washing machine was just about finished. I stood there staring at it, struggling to keep my mind blank. It didn't work out that way. My mind was spinning furiously and I couldn't stop it.

I had just become physically ill from letting that asshole rape me. That was bad enough. But it wasn't over! There was still at least an hour and a half of involuntary servitude stretching out ahead of me.

The spin cycle ended and I put the clothes in the dryer. I put another load in the washer. As I worked I expected Larry to show up and watch me moving around in the nude. I kept thinking that I sensed him standing in the door behind me, watching.

Just as I was about to start the washer again I thought I heard voices in the living room. I assumed he was watching television.

I started the washer and took a minute to gather my courage before rejoining Larry. I went into the kitchen and peeked into the living room to make sure he was still alone. He was sitting on the couch watching television. I began to hope that he was finished for the night. After all, he is about fifty years old and out of shape. How many times could a guy that age get it up?!

I went out into the living room. It was dark outside. His front door was still open, as were the drapes on the window. The lights were on now and I felt very uncomfortable. Anyone going by outside could easily see inside.

My discomfort grew when I saw what he was watching on the television. Porn! He was watching some slut getting fucked by two men at the same time!

He looked up and saw the look on my face. He chuckled and asked, "Don't you like dirty movies?"

I shook my head and said, "I've never seen one before. But no, I don't like it. It's demeaning."

He snickered and asked, "How do you know you don't like porn if you've never seen any? Stretch out on the couch with your head in my lap and let's see if you change your mind."

My hopes that the worst of the evening were over were dashed. I stood there for a moment longer with my arms covering my breasts and said, "People can see in. Let me close the curtains and the front door."

His smile disappeared in an instant and he snarled, "Do what you're fucking told, bitch! If I wanted the damned curtains closed I would have closed them!"

I jumped when he snapped at me like that. I wasn't expecting such a vehement reaction to a simple, common sense request. I scrambled over to the couch and stretched out with my head in his lap.

He held his soft cock up to my lips and said, "Just hold it in your mouth for a while. Watch the movie and let's see how it goes."

I held his cock in my mouth and watched the television. I consoled myself with the knowledge that while I was lying down like this I was much less visible to people going by outside.

After watching a couple minutes of the stupid movie and listening to all the phony sex sounds my opinion didn't change. Instead of getting turned on I found myself wondering what went through a woman's mind when she was making one of those movies. What do you think about when two strange men are fucking you and people are standing all around filming it and watching you performing the most intimate act a woman can take part in?

Larry's hand came to rest on my breast. His rough fingers groped it halfheartedly for several minutes. I got the impression that in his mind he was feeling up the woman in the movie. I didn't understand that. I'm a lot better looking than she is. But it was okay with me. I certainly wasn't jealous.

I normally enjoy being touched by a man in a sexual situation. But just like everything else I was being forced to submit to this evening his idle groping was just unpleasant. It was as if all of my erogenous zones had been turned off.

I felt Larry's cock begin to stir in my mouth. I don't know if it was because of the movie or because his cock was in my warm, wet mouth. But it was slowly beginning to grow erect once more.

I hoped that he would settle for what we were doing now. I would much rather suck him off again that let him fuck me. I still wasn't over how disgusted I felt when he came inside of me the first time.

In the hope that he would settle for another blowjob I began to gently suck on his cock. I had been just holding it in my mouth as he ordered me to do. But once I started sucking it started growing more quickly.

He took his hand from my breast and grabbed a handful of my long blonde hair. He sighed and then in a demeaning voice that let me know exactly what he thought of me he said, "Can't get enough of that thing, can you, you nasty cunt?"

I ignored his filthy language but he was pulling my hair and it hurt. I moaned in pain and tried to lift my head to tell him to quit it.

He acted like I was moaning in pleasure. He held my head in place and sneered, "Don't worry, cunt. You're going to get plenty of cock."

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As if on cue there was a knock on the door. I froze for a second and then tried again to pull away.

Larry maintained his iron grip on my hair and called out, "Come on in, Tank."

I was still struggling when Tank came in. Tank is Tom Porter. Tom lives across the street. The reason for his nickname is obvious. Tank is at least six foot six and probably weighs close to three hundred and fifty pounds. He may have been muscular at one time. But if he was it was a long time ago. He was a mountainous slug of a man.

I gave up trying to pull my head away from Larry's cock. I couldn't and the effort was causing me a lot of pain. Instead, I crossed my legs to hide my sex and covered my breasts with my arms.

Tank pulled the screen door open and stepped in off the front steps. The screen door slammed shut behind him and he stood there for a moment taking in the scene of my humiliation.

His lack of surprise and the smirk on his face made it obvious that he knew what to expect when he got here. Larry must have called him while I was in the laundry room.

I've only spoken with Tank once in the year that I've lived here. Tank had been visiting the second time I imposed upon Larry to let me do my laundry here. They were watching a ballgame on television. I said hello to him and that had been the extent of our conversation. But every time I passed through the room I felt the eyes of those two men crawling over me like insects.

That was my entire experience with the huge man that was now standing on the other side of this small room watching me struggling with Larry and trying to catch glimpses of my naked body.

I don't know if it was my struggles or my obvious embarrassment about the situation I now found myself in that excited Larry. But his cock was now fully erect and battering the back of my throat. I hadn't totally given up my struggle to lift my head and remove my mouth from his cock. But I wasn't accomplishing anything beyond amusing the two men and giving myself a headache.

I managed to turn over onto my stomach, figuring that at least in that position Tank couldn't see as much. But even with the use of my hands I wasn't having much luck pulling free from Larry's cruel grip.

Tank crossed the small room and stood beside the couch staring down at my naked body. I heard him start to remove his clothing. I screamed my protests around Larry's cock but that only seemed to amuse them even more.

As he was taking his clothes of Tank asked, "Is the bitch any good?"

Larry, speaking authoritatively and sounding like a true connoisseur of female sexuality responded, "She has a tight enough cunt I guess. She doesn't know much about using it. She just rested on her hands and knees while I fucked her and waited for me to finish. With a little training she could probably be a good fuck.

"She's not bad at sucking cock, though. She ain't all that enthusiastic. But considering it's only costing me the price of a little detergent and a few cents to run my washer and dryer for two hours I guess I can't complain. I've paid more and gotten less."

Tank chuckled and said, "She looks even better naked than she did with clothes on. I could see you two in here from the other side of the street. That's a fine ass. You fuck it? Seems like you said you'd love to."

"No. Not yet. I probably should have started with her ass. I like pussy just fine and this is my second blowjob. But I'm running out of steam. I may not get to her ass now."

I felt Tank's hands moving clumsily over my ass. I tried squirming away. With the two of them restraining me now I knew I didn't have a chance in hell of getting away. But I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't plead with them. Larry wouldn't let me take my mouth off of his cock.

Tank wormed his large, rough hand between my thighs and started groping my pussy. I stopped twisting my body around trying to get free. It only seemed to make things worse.

I finally managed to wrest my head away from Larry's cock. I screamed, "STOP IT!! I NEVER AGREED TO THIS!!"

Larry laughed and said, "Of course you did, stupid. You didn't make any rules. Your ass belongs to me for two fucking hours. I can do any fucking thing I want with it."

"NO! JUST YOU!"

He forced my head back down, driving his cock back into my mouth to shut me up. He used my hair to guide my head up and down on his hard cock and said, "Fuck you, Paula. If I want to invite every fucking man on the block to come over here and fuck you there ain't a damn thing you can say about it. Now quit struggling and behave yourself or I'll take my belt to your ass. You're embarrassing me in front of my friend."

Larry and Tank both laughed at that. Then Tank got a grip on my pubic hair and lifted my lower body right up off of the couch. I ended up on my knees, still struggling to keep Larry from shoving his cock down my throat.

I felt Tank kneeling on the cushion behind me and then I felt his cock poking around looking for the entrance to my pussy. Thinking back to what he said about fucking my ass a few minutes ago I stopped struggling and let him work the head of his cock into me.

I groaned in dismay as I felt my pussy stretching to admit the head of his cock. This was too much. They were skewering me just like that slut in the porn movie that was still giving out with those fake moans of passion while she pretended to enjoy getting fucked by two men at the same time.

Larry continued to try to distract me by forcing more and more of his cock into my mouth. He still seemed intent on working it into my throat. But I was more concerned with Tank at the moment. He had a firm grip on my hips and was slowly sliding more and more of his cock into me from behind.

It was horrible enough that I was being raped by two men at the same time. It was even worse that one of them was that ugly and aptly named Tank. But I was beginning to realize that my predicament was even worse than I thought. Tank's cock must be immense!

I should have suspected as much from the size of him. But I never had cause to wonder how well hung he was until his cock began to penetrate me and I felt my vagina being stretched like it hasn't since I gave birth to my daughter. It wasn't just that his cock was very big around. It was very long. He must have already forced seven or eight inches into me and he was still going.

I don't know how much more there could be. But I still couldn't feel his fat stomach pressing against my ass. And it just kept coming!

I gave up on nonresistance as a strategy. I was getting worried. I started struggling again. But I was wasting my energy. Between them the two men had me under their control. I couldn't get my head out of Larry's lap or his cock out of my mouth, not even long enough to scream at them to stop.

I was only able to twist my trunk and flail my arms and legs futilely. But nothing I did seemed to disturb them. They didn't even seem to notice!

Tank's cock hit something inside of me before he had it all the way in. I felt the head of it pushing against something inside of me and I knew that he still had more cock to go. It didn't hurt, not exactly. But it was unpleasant and it was scary. I was afraid he was going to damage something. Even though the head of his cock was pressing against my guts he was still trying to get the rest of that fat shaft inside of me.

I felt him draw back slightly and for just a second I hoped that he realized that he had gone as deep as my body would allow. But he was apparently determined to finish what he started. He paused and then slammed his cock back into me.

I screamed around Larry's cock as the pain coursed outward from deep inside of me. Far from being sympathetic or alarmed by my reaction the men found it amusing and joked about it over my back. Tank slowly pulled his cock back several inches again, paused and drove it back inside of me.

He repeated the process half a dozen times with the same result each time until suddenly I felt his huge belly pressing against me and I realized that he had done it. His huge cock was buried inside of me!

He paused again and bragged to Larry about finally bottoming out in my pussy. They had a good laugh over my discomfort and then Tank started fucking me brutally, slamming his entire cock into me with every stroke.

It hurt a little less each time. But it still hurt. I screamed each time the head of his cock pounded into my guts like a fist. And then something else happened to make things even worse. On one of his more brutal strokes I screamed again and Larry chose that moment to lift his hips while pressing down on the back of my head. Before I knew what was going on I had a couple inches of cock in my throat.

I pounded on him ineffectually with my fists and struggled to pull my head off of his cock. But he held me in place until I thought I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen.

I could still hear them laughing at my weak struggles and my discomfort. I started seeing a red haze and spots. I was just about to lose consciousness when Larry lifted my head just enough to pull his cock out of my throat.

He thumped me on the forehead with his finger to get my attention and said, "Hey! You stupid cunt! You can breathe with my skinny cock in your throat. Breathe through your nose for Christ's sake! You really are a dumb blonde!"

With that he slammed my head back down and his cock slid right back into my throat, just as painfully as the first time. He held it there again. I started to panic until I remembered what he said. It wasn't easy. I had been crying so hard for so long that my sinuses were stopped up. But I managed to suck down a little bit of air, enough to keep me conscious.

Once I realized I wasn't going to die of suffocation I became aware of the pain in my pussy again. Tank was still slamming his horse cock into me from behind, harder and faster now.

My poor, addled mind couldn't decide which torment to concentrate on. The pain in my guts had started to subside. I was still afraid that something inside of me was damaged. But now the pain in my throat was more severe and I was worried about damage there, too. It wasn't getting any easier to breathe as time passed, either.

Unlike my reaction when Larry came inside of me I was actually grateful when Tank finally shuddered through a huge, violent orgasm. He wound down slowly and finally stopped with his cock still buried inside of me. It was over!

Larry had already cum twice and it began to look like he was going to go on and on for the remainder of the two hours. That's assuming that they would actually let me leave when the time was up.

It seemed to go on and on forever. My throat was actually getting numb. But finally Larry stiffened up and had an orgasm. Or at least I guess he did. He moaned and acted like he was cumming. There was no sign of cum when he finally let go of my hair and I jerked my head away.

I struggled to my feet, sputtering and gasping for breath. The pain in my belly had all but disappeared until I moved. Now it was so bad that it made it almost impossible for me to stand up straight.

As I turned to race for the bathroom I noticed the amused smiles on the faces of both men. But as infuriating as they were, what really drew my attention was the length of slime covered cock lying on Tank's thigh and stretching down more than half way to his knee! It wasn't hard now. But it was still immense!

I clamped my hand over my pussy, though why I would care if I stained the rug in Larry's house I can't say. They were joking about my sexual abilities in the crudest terms as I ran from the room. Just before I disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door I heard Tank jokingly wonder out loud if he could get his cock down my throat. At least I hope he was joking. I knew it would be impossible. I just wasn't sure that he did.

I slammed the bathroom door. There was no lock on it. I collapsed onto the toilet. I couldn't see what I was doing. I was crying hysterically. I used a wad of toilet paper to clean the slimy mess off of my hand. Then I sat there with Tank's cum draining slowly out of me, my face in my hands, crying like a baby and wondering how I was going to get out of here. I couldn't face them again. I couldn't do those nasty things again.

But I knew that I was trapped. There was only one way out of the bathroom. And they were now in possession of every article of clothing I owned.

I sat on the toilet for a long time, long after the last of Tank's nasty cum drained out of me. I knew that by now the washer and dryer were finished with the latest loads. I had to get the last load of wash started or I'd be here all night. I just didn't know how I was going to be able to force myself to go back out there.

I knew they weren't finished with me. They would probably never have another opportunity like this. They were having too much fun to let it end now. They were going to take full advantage of me while they had me trapped here.

I wiped myself and stood up on legs that were still very shaky. I flushed the toilet without looking to see what had drained out of me. I looked down at my vagina to see if there was any noticeable difference, any damage from being raped by that huge cock.

I was relieved when I didn't notice any changes externally. I was still worried about the damage he might have done on the inside. My stomach was still tender and my vagina felt ... different. I could tell that I had just been raped by an oversized object.

I washed my hands and face and I carefully took a sip of mouthwash from the bottle on the counter without touching my lips to it. It was the kind that tasted like medicine. But at least I got the taste of cum out of my mouth. Unfortunately, I knew that it wouldn't be long before they made me do something to put that taste back in my mouth. Bastards!

I couldn't put it off any longer. I had to finish the laundry. I knew that because of the way I worded the stupid agreement I made with Larry he would feel entitled to keep me a prisoner here and continue to amuse himself with my body until my laundry was done.

I went out into the short, narrow hallway, through the living room, carefully avoiding getting close to either man, and hurried to the laundry room. Their leering faces followed me all the way.

I placed the clothes from the dryer on a small table and started washing the last load. I felt more than heard someone in the doorway watching me as I bent over moving clothes from machine to machine and starting the last load of wash. I turned to fold the clothes I had just removed from the dryer and I saw Tank standing there watching me. He was staring at my naked body with a hungry look on his face.

When our eyes met he said, "Hurry up, Paula. I'm still horny."

"You hurt me!"

He grinned as if he was proud of it. But he said, "If you hadn't been fighting so hard it wouldn't have hurt so much. You ain't the first woman I ever fucked. I ain't killed anybody yet."

I glared at him defiantly and snapped, "You raped me!"

He chuckled and replied, "Not really. Not the way we see it. Larry offered you to me. From what he told me, he can do any fucking thing he wants with you. You maybe didn't have a choice and if I asked you would have said no. But I didn't rape you. I borrowed you. I had permission. It just wasn't yours."

He had that all worked out in his head already. I don't know if he went to all that trouble for me or for himself. But there was enough truth in what he said to keep me from calling the cops even if I was inclined to, and I'm not. I'd be too embarrassed to tell anyone what has happened to me here tonight and when it comes right down to it he was right. I gave myself to Larry for as long as it takes to do my laundry and I was too desperate and too fucking stupid to set any limits. Now I was paying for that mistake.

Tank was obviously enjoying watching me fold clothes in the nude. I tried not to look at him below the belt. But his cock was twitching and beginning to grow and it was too big a thing to ignore. I couldn't avoid looking at it, no matter how hard I tried.

I finished folding my laundry and stood there with tears forming in my eyes again.

Tank said, "Come on. I want to fuck you again."

I whimpered, "It hurts. I still hurt."

He didn't care. He chuckled in amusement and responded, "Just be glad I didn't let Larry talk me into fucking your ass. He wants to see that. Lucky for you I want another piece of your pussy. You have a great ass. But I don't like ass fucking. It's too much work."

I was at least grateful for that and for the fact that he apparently wasn't going to try to fuck my throat, either.

Tank stepped back from the doorway and I went back through the tiny kitchen to the living room.

Larry apparently hadn't moved. He watched me enter the room and asked as if he cared, "How's the laundry coming, Paula?"

I was too beaten down to even try to think of some smart ass response. But even if I could come up with an appropriate retort the opportunity to use it disappeared when Tank grabbed my arm and guided me to the other end of the couch.

He sat down and pulled me down to my knees between his legs. While I stared fearfully at the large roll of meat sticking out from his pubic hair he said, "I'm gonna fuck you again. But first I want you to lick my cock and balls for a few minutes. You won't be able to take it down your throat like you did for Larry. But you can suck on the top half of it."

I almost threw up when I looked at his cock more closely. It was huge, and that was bad enough. But it was covered with drying bodily fluids from the first time he raped me ten or fifteen minutes ago. It was really gross.

I pleaded with him to let me wash his cock before I did what he wanted.

Larry snickered and said, "You're going to wash it alright. I suggest you get started. If you take too long I might get another hard on and I'd love to fuck your hot ass. I tried to get Tank to tear off a piece of it but he ain't into that."

I almost refused. Just looking at that slime covered cock was making me gag. But I was too afraid of the possible alternative if I failed to satisfy him this way. So I leaned forward and gripped the base of his cock between my thumb and two fingers.

It reacted to my touch, twitching slightly and then lying still. I lifted the shaft away from his balls and forced myself to do what had to be done. I took a deep breath and held it. I leaned down and began to lap his hairy balls while the two of them exchanged lewd and derogatory comments about the kind of woman that would do what I was doing.

I was relieved to discover that there was hardly any taste. It wasn't nearly as disgusting as it looked. But the stench was foul.

Tank's cock quickly began to grow as I worked. I tried very hard to breathe through my mouth but as often as not I still got a nose full of his stale sex smell.

By the time I began to lap my way up the shaft of his cock it was hard. It was very long but it didn't seem as big around as my first impression led me to believe. It was much bigger around than Larry's. It was bigger around than any other cock I have ever seen. It was enough wider that it had stretched me out noticeably when he fucked me. But it wasn't the Coke can thick organ that I first thought.

I licked the head of his cock clean and began to suck it. Or at least I began to suck as much of it as I could get in my mouth. I doubt if I got half of it in my mouth. But I used my hand on the rest and he didn't complain. Quite the opposite, he joked with Larry about how hot I was for his big cock and how horny I was, judging by how eagerly I was sucking.

I just wanted it to be over with.

I'm guessing that Tank doesn't get lucky any more often than Larry does. Even though he just raped me he came pretty quickly. I managed to swallow it all without throwing up on him and then I sat up, gagging slightly and panting with the exertion. Sucking guys off is a lot of damned work!

I almost started crying when I realized that I could still hear the washer and dryer running. They still had more time to torment me.

Larry was watching me. He saw the despair on my face when I realized it still wasn't over. He smiled and said, "My turn again, Paula. Let's see if you can get my cock hard before the dryer stops."

I moved over between Larry's legs with tears streaming down my cheeks. I don't know how Mr. Barr would have punished me if I showed up with dirty clothes tomorrow. Whatever he came up with couldn't be worse than the things that Larry was making me do.

But it was too late now. I was trapped. I knew that there was no way he was going to let me walk out of here before my clothes were done. He must know that he was never going to have an opportunity to torment a woman like this again.

I leaned down and wrapped my lips around his soft cock. I held it in my mouth and began to suck gently and massage it with my tongue.

It did grow larger. But I sucked it for another ten minutes or so until the dryer stopped and as odious as that task was I was ecstatic when the dryer went silent because his cock never got hard enough to fuck me.

I didn't even wait for permission. When I heard the dryer stop I got up and rushed to the laundry room.

I took the clothes out and folded them very slowly. By the time I finished folding the last load from the dryer the washing machine only had a few minutes left. I stood right there and waited for it to stop. When it did I put the third and last load in the dryer and then steeled my nerves to go back out there.

It was Tank's turn again. Larry ordered me to suck his guest's cock again as soon as I rejoined them. I knelt between his legs and started sucking. I wasn't as fortunate as I had been with Larry. Before very long, Tank's cock began to grow long and hard again.

I moaned in despair. I was still terrified that he was going to let Larry talk him into fucking my ass. But my I was almost as uncomfortable with the idea of letting him fuck my pussy again. I was startled when I realized that I had forgotten all about my sore stomach from when he forced that long cock into me the first time. I was still a little tender deep inside. Other than that I felt fine, physically. However, the fact that I knew now that it wouldn't kill me didn't mean I wanted to do it again.

Unfortunately, he did want to do it again. He pushed my head away and stood up. He helped me up and guided me into the middle of the small room. He ordered me down onto my back on the dingy, stained and faded rug. As soon as I obeyed he all but jumped on top of me.

He began to stab at me with his hard cock, trying to locate my pussy without much success. I cried out in pain and reached between us. I grabbed his cock and shivered. Feeling how long and thick it was reminded me of how much it hurt the first time he fucked me. But at least he wasn't listening to Larry who was still trying to talk him into fucking my ass.

I guided his cock to my pussy and helped him get it started. He slid it in slowly in one long, slow stroke until his pubic bone was pressed against mine. I was shocked when I realized that it didn't hurt this time. Or at least it didn't hurt like it did the first time.

I was still tender from the first fuck when he apparently had to rearrange my internal organs with the head of his cock before he could fuck me. I was actually being made more uncomfortable now by his huge belly pressing down on me, compressing my lungs and taking my breath away.

He began to fuck me violently right from the start. It was horrible. Even when it didn't hurt much I felt terrible about what they were making me do. He was disgusting and our host, now our audience, Larry was disgusting. Everything about what they were doing to me was disgusting and humiliating.

They continued to exchange crude comments even as Tank raped me. They joked about how hot I must be getting and about the things they liked about my body and about what a dumb cunt I am. They wouldn't shut up and because he wasn't concentrating on what he was doing I began to worry that Tank was going to be fucking me all damned night!

Thankfully, though, even Tank couldn't last forever. Eventually he succumbed to the pleasure he was stealing from my body. He came, grinding his cock into me and swearing like a drunken sailor. Then he rested over me, supporting his massive bulk on his arms, his eyes closed, panting and dripping sweat down on my body like rain.

I lay under him listening for the sound of the dryer, praying for this to be over. As soon as he rolled away I felt my eyes filling with tears again when I realized it was still running. I was just about to get up and go to the bathroom when Tank grabbed a handful of my hair and guided my face back to his foul smelling crotch.

I looked up at him with despair written all over my face. Surely he had tormented me enough. But no, he grinned and said, "You might as well get started. You ain't going anywhere until you clean me up."

I was crying pretty hard again by the time I got to my knees between his legs and began licking his cock and balls clean again. Our commingled bodily fluids were fresh this time and the odor was much more pungent than when he made me do this a little while ago.

I finished cleaning him and sat up on my heels. I wiped the tears from my eyes with my forearms. When the tears were gone I could see that Larry was playing with his cock as if he was trying to get it hard one last time before he was forced to let me go. He apparently wasn't having a lot of luck with that.

I heard the buzzer on the dryer and scrambled to my feet. I rushed from the room and quickly folded the last load of clothes. I put everything back in the three plastic bags and carried them out to the front room. I put them down by the door and looked around for my clothes.

I tried to act like there was no doubt in my mind that it was over. But I was terrified that one of them would decide that they wanted the games to continue for a little longer.

Neither man said a word. They watched me dress, leering even now at my reverse strip show. There was cum running out of me and leaving a trail down my leg but I didn't dare use his bathroom. I wanted out of there desperately. I grabbed the plastic bags and almost knocked the screen door off of the hinges in my rush to be away from those two animals. I heard the two men laughing loudly as I ran down Larry's front steps.

I walked back to my house as fast as I could. But I stopped before going inside. I took some deep breaths and tried to get my emotions under control. It took me a moment to try to calm down. But I didn't want Erin to see me like this.

It took me several minutes to get the tears to stop. When I thought I had my emotions under control I wiped my eyes on my sleeves. I picked the laundry back up and calmly walked inside.

Erin was waiting for me. She jumped to her feet and almost yelled, "Are you alright?!"

I saw that she had been crying. She looked very worried.

Our eyes met and she quietly explained, "I went over to see if I could help with the laundry. I saw what they were doing through the front window. I didn't know what to do. I was scared. I wanted to help you. I wanted to go in there and make them stop. But I was afraid. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I took her in my arms and held her tight. I waited until she calmed down a little and said, "There was nothing that you could have done, Erin. If you had barged in it probably would have made things worse. They would have raped you, too. Once assholes like that get started you can't stop them.

"Don't beat yourself up. It was a situation over which you had no control. You couldn't have helped me. It wouldn't even have helped if you called the cops. He tricked me."

I stood back and started for the kitchen to see how much more there was to do in there. I didn't want to talk about what just happened to me. And if I did, she would be the last person that I'd want to discuss something like that with.

But she didn't let it go. "Tricked? What do you mean? How did he trick you?"

My first inclination was to tell her that I didn't want to talk about it because I most certainly didn't want to discuss being raped by two ugly old men for two and a half hours with my sixteen year old daughter. So I'm not really sure why I ended up telling her about the agreement I was forced to make with Larry in order to get my laundry done.

I am not normally so naïve. Stupid maybe. But I'm not often so naïve as to make an agreement like I made with Larry without discussing the terms first.

On the other hand, I've never actually prostituted myself before. Certainly not in exchange for being allowed to wash and dry three loads of clothes. I don't know how bad things will be starting tomorrow. From what I learned of Mr. Barr today I'm reasonably certain that Erin and I are going to have a very hard time living under his thumb. Things are not getting off to a good start. It will take me a long time to get the horrible memories of this evening out of my mind.

I turned back towards the kitchen to see what was left to be done. Erin said, "I threw away everything but the food. I didn't know what you wanted me to do with it. I put an old book bag in the bathroom to put our toiletries in tomorrow morning. I put the few things I wanted to keep from my room in the book bag I'm using for school now. I didn't go through your bedroom. I didn't know if you wanted me to."

I could get the few things I wanted to keep from my bedroom in a plastic shopping bag. The only other thing we had was an ancient television. It wasn't worth moving.

I picked out an outfit to wear tomorrow from the plastic bags of laundry and told Erin to do the same. Then she went to bed and I took a long, hot shower. I was exhausted. But the smell of cum was like a fog around me. I couldn't go to bed like this.

I went into the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the shower. When it started running hot I adjusted the temperature and climbed into the dingy old tub. I stood there letting the spray wash over me and cried like a baby for a long, long time. I was still crying when the water started getting cool. I had to hurry up and wash my hair and my nasty body. I ended up having to rinse off in cool water. I was still crying when I got in bed.

I lay there in the dark for a few minutes, once more trying desperately to think of some alternative to delivering myself and my daughter into the hands of Mr. Barr tomorrow. I knew it was hopeless. The only alternative was to let him send us to prison. I didn't have a dollar to my name. I wasn't even sure that I had enough gas in my old car to get back to Mr. Barr's house in the morning. Running away was out of the question.

My mind was still spinning in circles when I fell asleep after a remarkably short time considering what I have been through today. But it was not a restful sleep. My sleep that night was disturbed by one terrible nightmare after another. My horrible dreams didn't wake me up. But when I awoke in the morning I was not well rested.

Ch4

We didn't have to rush to get ready. We had until ten o'clock to get to his house. We carried our few belongings out to the car in the only luggage we owned, plastic trash bags. I decided to take what remained of the food we stole from him back to his house. We put it in shopping bags and put it in the car. We were ready to go by nine that morning. An hour of freedom still remained.

We discussed it and decided that there was no sense putting it off. There was no point in sitting there, staring at each other and waiting for our last few minutes of freedom to tick down.

I drove us to Mr. Barr's house. Without thinking I started to pull into his driveway. Erin reminded me that I had been ordered not to park my old car in his driveway.

Before unloading our things I checked to make sure he wanted us moving our things in. There were a couple of cars in the driveway so I knew he had guests. That didn't make me feel any better about what we were doing, especially after what happened to me last night at Larry's house.

Mr. Barr opened the door when I rang the bell. I didn't say anything. I didn't have to. The fact that I was standing there said it all. He looked me over, looked out at the car and said, "Get your things and come in."

Now that the moment had arrived I was more afraid than ever. The look on his face didn't help. He despised me and he made no effort to hide it. For most of my life I have gotten by, at least to the degree that I have managed to get by, on looks and personality. Those things were not going to help me now. Nor would my sexuality, another tool I made frequent use of. Until last night I've never traded sex for favors. But I have never been above flirting to get something I wanted.

He already made it clear that Erin and I would be used sexually while we were here. That was the offer we made to him to keep from going to prison. There were no other weapons in my arsenal. Erin and I now belonged to this man to use as he saw fit.

It required only three trips out to the car to unload our belongings. Mr. Barr showed us to the spare bedroom that he wanted us to use, told us to unload everything and report to him. He returned to his seat at the kitchen table. He was in the middle of a meeting with a man and a woman whom, from what I was able to gather from what little I heard of their conversation were two of his employees. They were discussing a job they were working on.

It disturbed me that they were there. I couldn't help wondering if they knew about me and my daughter and why we were there. They could hear the way he talked to us, though. They had to hear the disdain in his voice. It added significantly to the humiliation we felt.

And then it got worse. After unloading the car we were about to take the bag of food we stole to the kitchen and report to Mr. Barr. I started out of the room he assigned us but Erin said, "Mom?"

I turned to see what she wanted.

"He told us we couldn't wear clothes in the house unless he ordered us to."

"But he has people out there with him!"

Erin was obviously terrified. But she only shrugged. She was more afraid of disobeying him and getting punished than she was of the prospect of walking out there naked.

We weren't certain what to do. I was terrified. But I knew she was right. This was probably some kind of test. Even if it wasn't, we had our orders.

With a moan of despair I went back into the room and undressed. Erin took her clothes off when she saw me getting undressed. We stood there red faced for a moment and looked into each other's eyes. Then I took a deep breath, picked up the plastic shopping bag with what remained of the food we took from him and walked slowly out of the room, down the stairs and down the hall to the kitchen.

I'm not sure what I was expecting to happen when we entered the room. I think that the last thing I expected was to be ignored. But that was what happened. We entered the room and walked past the kitchen table. The two people from Mr. Barr's office glanced at us briefly with a look of idle curiosity but there wasn't even a pause in the conversation.

We stood out of the way and waited to be told what to do next. It was several long, very uncomfortable minutes of standing in silence listening to my blood rushing through my veins before Mr. Barr ordered me to refill their coffee cups. He started to turn back to the couple at the table and I took that opportunity to ask him what to do with the food I was returning.

He didn't ask what remained. He ordered me to throw it away. He said it in such a way that it was clear he didn't want anything that had been in my house. He didn't want it contaminating his house.

I ignored the insult. I suppose I had it coming. I went around the table and refilled their coffee cups. I was embarrassed about being naked and the fact that there was a woman witnessing my shame made it even more humiliating. And yet, all three of them went on about their business as if we didn't exist and that seemed to bother me, too!

No one touched me. No one did more than glance at me. I didn't attract any more attention than I would have if I were dressed!

I returned the coffee pot to the coffee maker and stood beside Erin, waiting for someone to tell me what to do next. As time passed and the people at the table continued to ignore us I started having the strangest reaction. I began to feel offended! I wasn't happy about the two of us having to stand there naked like pieces of art. But for some reason it bothered me that they didn't even seem to notice.

I realized how contrary that reaction was. I didn't want them to look at me or touch me. I didn't want to be there at all. But even as I realized now silly it was it bothered me that I could stand here like this and be ignored. It was as if in their eyes I wasn't quite human.

For another ten or fifteen minutes I stared at a calendar on the wall and thought about my unlikely reaction to this strange set of circumstances. That was how much time it took for the three of them to conclude their meeting. It wasn't until then that they sat back, relaxed, and began to pay attention to my daughter and me.

They looked us over, commented on our bodies as if we were statues, and Mr. Barr laid out a long list of our shortcomings. Well, most of the shortcomings were mine. But Erin didn't escape their attention.

I would have expected the woman among them to be embarrassed by our presence. She wasn't. She actually seemed pretty amused. She asked Mr. Barr if he had fucked us yet, using that crude phrase quite comfortably.

He told his two employees about the blowjob that Erin and I gave him yesterday afternoon. He included all of the nasty, humiliating details. Even that didn't embarrass his female guest. She chuckled and said, "A mother/daughter blowjob! That's kind of hot. They're both pretty and sexy. But are you sure you want to trust them in your home? They already tried to rip you off once."

Mr. Barr replied, "They won't have much time for getting into trouble in the foreseeable future. You'll see to that, Karen. You're going to be keeping them pretty busy. But I've locked up most of my valuables until they prove to me that they can be trusted or I give up and have them arrested."

The woman reached out, grabbed a tuft of my pubic hair and used it as a handle to pull me closer to her chair. I was more than shocked. I expected to be sexually abused by Mr. Barr. I expected to be humiliated. This was something I never considered. It never crossed my mind that I might be forced to do anything of a sexual nature with another woman. I never have and I never thought that I would. No woman has ever touched me in a sexual manner. Now my heart was beating rapidly as I closed my eyes to avoid seeing what was happening.

This woman, this complete stranger, was amusing the two men by examining my body closely. Her fingers moved over my breasts. Not in a caress. But more like she was examining a slave at auction.

She squeezed and lifted my breasts before announcing, "Nice tits. They're firm for a broad her age. She might be a pig. But she took care of herself when she was pregnant. There aren't any stretch marks on her. Look at that flat stomach. No flaws there either."

I groaned as she worked a finger inside the entrance to my vagina. I don't think I was this upset last night when Tank showed up to join in the festivities at Larry's house!

She worked her finger in and out of me for a moment before pronouncing, "Not bad! She has a nice tight pussy. I think you're going to enjoy this bitch, Tyler. That assumes that you can train her. From what you've told us she isn't too bright."

The woman pushed me back and repeated the process with Erin. She asked Erin her age and a couple of questions about her sexual experience as she poked and prodded her youthful body. She wasn't at all bothered by my daughter's age or inexperience.

She chuckled when she pulled her finger from Erin's vagina. She held her finger up and said, "She juices up pretty good. I think this one is going to like being a little sex slave."

I watched in shock as she sucked Erin's juices from her wet finger. Mr. Barr's male guest asked, "How does she taste, Karen?"

Karen put her hand on Erin's butt and gave her a little shove in the direction of the man who asked the embarrassing question. She said, "Go over there and ask Todd if he would like a taste, darling."

I saw a shudder course through her body. She walked around the table and stopped near Todd. He smiled up at her and waited for her to make him that obscene offer.

I watched as she took a deep breath. The rise and fall of her breasts seemed to amuse him. Then in a voice so quiet I almost couldn't hear her she asked, "Would you like to taste me, sir?"

His grin widened. He reached out, wrapped his hand around her wrist and gently pulled her closer. He said to Karen, "You know, I've never tasted a sixteen year old cunt. Do you suppose that they taste any differently?"

Karen sounded completely serious when she responded, "I can answer from personal experience. They taste pretty much the same at any age. I'm reasonably certain that if you were to let us blindfold you and taste her pussy and her mom's you couldn't tell us which was the mother and which was the daughter. Now that I think about it that might be amusing. I'd like to try that myself."

He stared into Erin's eyes as he worked his finger into her pussy. Then he looked up to see if I was watching him molest my daughter. He seemed to get a kick out of the fact that he could do those things to her in front of me.

He worked his finger around inside of her for a moment and then he added another finger. He stopped moving his fingers inside of her and began to tease her clit with his thumb until in a very short amount of time I was forced to witness her humiliation as he brought her to orgasm right there in front of everyone.

She cried out, a quiet, strained cry that sounded like a mixture of sexual pleasure and embarrassment. It looked like the only thing keeping her on her feet was his fingers inside of her.

She closed her eyes and reached out, placing a hand on the table to steady herself as her orgasm wracked her body.

It took a moment for her to recover and stand up straight again. Her eyes opened and she was forced to observe the amusement on the faces of the three people at the table amusing themselves at our expense.

But her ordeal wasn't over. Todd put his hands around her waist and lifted her up. He sat her down on the table in front of him and spread her legs apart. He stared down at her vagina for a moment. He ordered her to lie back and relax. As soon as she did he ran his fingers lightly over her mound and asked, "Has anyone ever eaten that cute little pussy, Erin?"

She whispered, "No."

Todd leaned down and kissed her pubic mound. Then he turned to Mr. Barr and asked, "Do you mind?"

Mr. Barr shook his head. He seemed quite content to watch.

Todd turned back to my daughter's pussy and kissed the tight slit between her legs. She gasped and her entire body twitched violently.

Karen, sitting across the table from them now, had Erin's head right where her plate would be if she was here to eat. She grinned down at my daughter. She could she how excited Erin was by what Todd was doing to her, despite how humiliating it all was. She couldn't resist the sensations he was creating in the most sensitive area of her body.

Karen placed her arms on the table on either side of Erin's head. Her hands came to rest on my daughter's chest. She began to gently tease Erin's firm young breasts. We all witnessed my daughter's involuntary reaction. But I saw the terror mount in Erin's eyes when Karen slowly leaned down and began to kiss her. They were gentle kisses at first. But they quickly became more passionate.

Erin was just as shocked as I was. She seemed to freeze up for a moment. But Karen didn't let that stop her. The kisses continued and soon it was obvious that Erin was returning that last long passionate kiss.

That seemed be what Todd was waiting for. Like the rest of us he had been watching the two women kiss while he continued teasing her pubic mound with his lips. When Erin began to return Karen's kiss he bent down and ran his tongue up between my daughter's legs.

She screamed into Karen's mouth and her entire body became rigid. I was forced to watch as my daughter had another orgasm for the entertainment of Mr. Barr and his two employees. But it didn't end there. Todd began eating my daughter's pussy with the same fervor as that passionate kiss that Karen was still assaulting her with.

In an instant, poor Erin began squirming around as if she was lying on a hot stove instead of the kitchen table. She couldn't resist all of the sensual stimulation and I couldn't really blame her. It was all so new to her.

She would probably be very embarrassed when they finished. But for the moment she was going crazy on the table, enjoying orgasm after violent orgasm.

Karen and Todd continued their lascivious caresses and they continued to assault her with their tongues. But they were forced to hold her in place to counteract her violent response to what they were doing.

I guess that Mr. Barr found the little sex show taking place on his kitchen table pretty stimulating. I got that impression when he pulled me over in front of him, bent me down over the table and rammed his cock into me from behind.

I was shocked when I realized how wet my pussy had become while watching those two strangers molesting my daughter across the kitchen table. I felt my pussy clamp down on his cock and I heard his sigh of pleasure. I didn't know if I was more embarrassed about being fucked in front of those two strangers and my daughter or if I was embarrassed because I was so turned on when I should have been horrified.

The kitchen table was so small that my head was resting on Erin's stomach. I felt the heat of her soft skin. I even think I could hear her heart beating a mile a minute as she continued having orgasms.

As Mr. Barr's cock began to plow into me my eyes met Karen's. She could read my mind. I saw it in her eyes. She never took her lips from my daughter's. But she reached out and guided my lips to one of Erin's rock hard little nipples without saying a word.

I moaned as I began to gently suck on my daughter's breast. I'm not sure if it was lust or despair. I was experiencing them both. But I could sense the lust taking me over.

Erin wasn't bothered by the fact that the lips on her nipple belonged to her mother. She wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me tighter against her soft, sexy chest, encouraging me to suck even harder.

A few minutes later she moaned in frustration. Todd had stopped eating her pussy. Her reaction changed in a heartbeat when he stood up, dropped his pants and slammed his hard cock into her.

She screamed into Karen's mouth again and had a huge orgasm.

Todd was just getting started. He began fucking my baby just as wonderfully hard as I was being fucked by his boss.

Erin loved it! She continued to squirm and cry out and have orgasm after orgasm. And I'm embarrassed to admit that neither Erin nor I was fazed when the two men switched partners so that both of them could sample the wares of both of Mr. Barr's new slaves.

I came again shortly after Todd took up where Mr. Barr left off. I wasn't counting, but I had several more orgasms before Todd's hands clamped down on my waist and he slammed his cock into me violently several more times before he experienced his own orgasm.

He remained there with his cock slowly going soft inside of me. Now everyone's attention was once more focused on Erin. Karen sat up and my daughter's moans and groans and cries of pleasure filled the room.

I was still sucking on one of her nipples. Karen was pinching and pulling the other one. Mr. Barr was fucking her harder and faster. It was obvious that he wasn't going to last much longer.

Erin's arms clamped down painfully on my head and she had the most violent orgasm so far just as Mr. Barr roared like a bull and began to shoot his cum inside of her.

It wasn't until that moment that I remembered that she wasn't using birth control.

I knew that I was relatively safe. My period was due to start in a couple of days. It has been a while since I kept track of Erin's. She has a slightly longer cycle than I do. Over time our periods would sometimes overlap. But I didn't know where she was in her cycle now.

Todd pulled his soft cock out of me and left the room. Mr. Barr, with his cock still buried deep in my daughter's body, looked across her limp body at Karen, smiled and exclaimed, "Not bad! I don't think I could tell them apart with my eyes closed. I think you're going to enjoy them both."

I didn't like the sound of that.

Karen smiled and said, "I'm sure I will. It's always fun breaking in new girls. And you know me. I like it a lot more when they're doing it against their will. I'm such a fucking pervert!"

I liked the sound of that even less!!

Mr. Barr laughed and said, "That's why we love you, Karen."

Todd returned to the room with his clothing in order. Mr. Barr pulled his cock out of my daughter and went to get cleaned up. While he was gone, Todd tweaked Erin's nipples idly while he discussed the relative merits of our bodies with Karen.

The way Karen talked about us and about sex reminded me of a man, a not very nice man. She had a masculine outlook on sex and talked about women more like someone like Larry or Tank might.

She wasn't a lesbian. From the things she said I gathered that she was fond of men and of having sex with men. But she was unlike any woman I've ever known and in case there was any doubt I don't mean that in a good way.

Mr. Barr returned to the room and said, "You two are under the care of Karen for the next few days. She is going to be in charge of getting your lives back on track and starting your training. You will do anything and everything she says. I'm not going to bother threatening you every time I tell you to do something. That won't be necessary will it?"

I quietly answered, "No, sir."

He looked down at Erin. She was still lying on the table with a dazed look on her face. It took her a moment to realize he was waiting for her to respond. She shook her head and said, "N-no ... no, sir."

Mr. Barr and Todd grabbed the papers they were working on when we arrived and started for the door. I called after him, "Mr. Barr! Mr. Barr, we have a problem."

He turned to see what my problem was. The look on his face made me uncomfortable. But it had to be said.

"Sir, we aren't using birth control. I didn't have any money."

He shook his head as if I was surely the dumbest and most annoying female on the planet and said, "Take care of it, Karen."

Karen nodded.

The men turned and left the house. As soon as they were out the door, Karen said, "Get up. Rest period is over."

Erin struggled to sit up. She looked totally drained. While she was struggling to her feet, Karen asked, "When are your periods?"

I answered first. Then Erin said, "Mine should start in about a week, maybe a little less."

She nodded her head. She ordered us to go take a shower. As we walked off she asked, "Has either of you ever had a physical or seen a dentist?"

I shook my head and replied, "No. I never had any money for that."

She looked disgusted. She muttered some disparaging remark under her breath. I couldn't understand what she said but the tone made it obvious what she thought of me as a parent. Then she waved us on our way.

We stopped in the bedroom Mr. Barr assigned us to pick up our toiletries and walked across the hall to the bathroom. Mr. Barr, and now Erin and I, live in a large, two story brick home in a very nice neighborhood. It isn't a million dollar mansion. But it's the nicest home that Erin or I have ever been in. The rooms are large, clean, and very well furnished. The bathrooms are larger than the living room in the house we just got kicked out of. It must be a very nice place to live if you aren't a slave.

We both used the toilet and then took turns taking a quick shower. When I got out of the shower, Karen was standing in the bathroom door. I turned to see what she wanted.

"First, don't ever close a door in this house again. Not your bedroom door, not the bathroom door, not any door, ever. Is that clear?"

I blanched and nodded quickly.

"And from now on, unless told otherwise, you shower together. There's no sense wasting water."

I nodded and quietly responded, "Yes, ma'am."

She stood in the door and watched while I joined Erin at the sink counter. We brushed our teeth and our hair and then started to follow Karen back to our bedroom.

Karen's face turned red and she yelled, "Stop right there!"

I didn't know what we did wrong but judging from the angry look on her face it must have been something terrible.

Erin and I both stopped in our tracks.

Karen yelled, "Turn around!"

We obeyed instantly.

"Look at that fucking mess! Clean up this room, NOW! You don't ever leave a room looking like this! Christ! My fucking dog makes less of a mess than you two dumb cunts!"

We went back over to the sink counter. I didn't see the problem. It wasn't THAT bad!

Karen started yelling orders.

"Hang up your towels! Put your toothbrushes in the holder! Put your hair brushes in the drawer! Wipe down the counter and the sink! Clean those spots off of the mirror!

"Jesus! Tyler wasn't kidding! You two aren't even housebroken yet!"

It hadn't been that big of a mess! But she made us feel like the biggest slobs in the world.

We did everything she asked and when we finished she said, "Look around. That is the way this room should look at all times. If I ever come in here and find it looking any other way you will be punished. Is that understood?"

Erin and I both nodded vigorously. Then she spun around and we followed her back to our room.

She ordered us to empty our clothing bags out onto the bed and separate our clothes, first by whose clothes they were and then by type. We don't have a lot of clothing. It didn't take very long.

Karen stared down at the clothes spread out on the king size bed and exclaimed, "Oh my god! That's all you have to wear?! Christ! That alone should have been reason enough to get you off of your lazy ass and motivate you to go out and get a fucking job!"

She moved closer to the bed and ordered me to hold out one of the trash bags. She began picking up articles of clothing one at a time, grasping them gingerly between her thumb and fingertip as if they were filthy and she was afraid to touch them.

After what I had to go through yesterday to get our clothes clean that really annoyed me. But I bit my tongue and stood there holding the trash bag open for her.

She started with our underwear and ended up putting all of it in the bag. She looked at the clothing that remained and said, "This is ridiculous. She picked out a sundress from my small pile and another from Erin's and waved her hand dismissively at what remained.

She shuddered as if she just spent the last few minutes digging through excrement and said, "All of that goes."

She looked down at our shoes that we had lined up on the floor and said, "Keep the sandals. Bag the rest. Put everything in the bags and take it out to the trash."

We quickly bagged up our entire wardrobes save the two dresses she was still holding. But there was a small problem. We didn't know where the trash can is and we were both still naked.

I nervously turned to Karen and said, "I'm sorry. I don't know what we're supposed to call you. Ma'am?"

Karen sighed and said, "When it's just the three of us you may call me Karen. That doesn't mean we are equals. We aren't equals and we aren't friends. I'm just not big on titles and I like ma'am least of all. But when Tyler or any of the others are here you better call me ma'am. He's not too happy with you two right now for some reason. Oh yeah! I remember. You're fucking thieves!"

I blushed furiously. I felt just as embarrassed when she said it as I did when Tyler caught us.

I cleared my throat and said, "Thank you, Karen. We really are sorry. Please don't be too hard on Erin. It's my fault. If I wasn't such a shitty mother we wouldn't be in this mess."

"I know that! But it was her suggestion. It isn't like she was just going along to please mom. You're right. If you had been a better mother she wouldn't have been desperate and she wouldn't have suggested stealing a few hundred thousand dollars worth of coins from someone. But you can't tell me she's so stupid that she didn't know how wrong that was. She isn't as guilty as you are. But she's no angel."

I sighed and said, "I know. But she could have been if it wasn't for me."

Then I said, "I'm sorry. I don't know where the trash can is."

She rolled her eyes as if we must be incredibly stupid to have to ask. But she said, "Put your sandals on."

We obeyed instantly and she led the way through the house and into the garage. As we were making our way through the house she said, "If you had actually cleaned his house like you were hired to do you would know where the trash can was."

I hadn't thought of that. I guess I am pretty stupid.

There was a door against the far wall of the garage. We had to make our way around a large, expensive looking car and two large motorcycles to get to it. Karen opened the door and there were the trash cans inside of a large storage shed that was attached to the side of the garage.

We trashed all of our clothes. I had mixed emotions about that. I know that we are to remain naked in the house. And I certainly wasn't attached to any of my clothes. They were all purchased second hand from Goodwill. I bought them because they were cheap. Not because I like them. But when you have as little as Erin and I have it's hard to throw things away. It also gives you an uncomfortable feeling to be left with only one item of clothing to your name.

We went back inside. Karen gave us our dresses and we put them on gratefully. I was a little uncomfortable about the absence of underwear. But the dresses were modest enough that I wasn't too concerned.

We followed her outside. She stopped beside her car and said, "Your car will probably be gone when we get back. If you have anything in there that you want you better get it out now."

I couldn't think of anything. But I said, "I should double check."

Erin and I went out to the street. I unlocked the car and we went through it. As expected, there was nothing of value in it. If we had anything of value we wouldn't be in this mess.

I didn't even bother to lock the car. I put the keys in the ignition and we left it there.

We all got in Karen's Town Car. I sat quietly while she drove through town. She ignored me and began to question Erin about school, her sex life, her opinions about different things, her likes and dislikes. Sitting there listening I learned things about my daughter that I didn't know. What was embarrassing was that they were things I should have known.

I already knew, or had a good idea about what little there was to know about her sex life. I wasn't surprised by that part of the conversation. I was surprised to learn, however, that she enjoyed reading. She's only an average student. I learned that the reason she didn't put any effort into her schoolwork was that she knew she'd never be able to go to college and doubted that she'd get to finish high school.

She didn't say why. But I can guess. She may have assumed she'd get pregnant first. But more likely she thought she'd end up getting a job somewhere and working for minimum wage just to survive. A wave of guilt washed over me when I heard from her lips how my laziness has affected her entire life.

I saw Karen glance at me with a look of disgust written all over her face. I didn't blame her. I felt the same way about myself.

There followed a conversation about books that was beyond me. Unlike those two, I don't like to read. I've never enjoyed reading. I've never read a book for pleasure. Hell! In school I seldom read the books that we were assigned. I wouldn't even read the Cliffs Notes. I would beg, whine or cajole until a friend gave me a brief description of the book we'd been assigned to read.

I wasn't interested unless the movie was on tape. DVDs didn't exist when I was in school. I guess that was just another sign of how lazy I was.

I listened, trying not to look too embarrassed as my daughter described her favorite books with barely contained enthusiasm and Karen made some recommendations for future reading.

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