Tale of a bored Housewife

TALE OF A BORED HOUSEWIFE


It was a cool gray, November afternoon. I was walking down the quiet
upper middle class, suburban street I lived on, on the way to Gloria's
house. It was fairly windy, a gust whipped up and I had to reach down to
hold my skirt. I suppose my modesty wasn't really in jeopardy but the
skirt was considerably shorter than what I was accustomed to wearing.
Gloria had asked me to assist her with a party she was throwing for
Dave's boss. He had just started a new job she really wanted to impress.
Part of his new responsibilities included entertaining customers. She
was going to hire several college girls to serve food and drinks but she
suggested that maybe I would want to help and in return she would forget
the $65.00 I had borrowed earlier that month. I readily agreed, the
party sounded like fun. Gloria thought about renting maids uniforms for
us but decided against it, she then asked us to all wear matching skirts
and blouses. She had called me earlier in the week and told me that mine
was almost ready, I had gone over to her place to try the skirt on. I
was uncomfortable with how short it was but she laughed it off, reminding
me that I was about 20 years behind the times. I didn't want to appear
too prudish, I didn't know any of these people and wouldn't be the only
one dressed like this, besides it was no worse than what many other women
were wearing these days; so I agreed to wear it. I had to admit the
outfit didn't look too bad on me, a red and black checked skirt, white
blouse, red scarf, black high heels and suntan panty hose. It may have
looked all right but it wasn't designed to protect me from the November
gusts I shivered and hurried along the sidewalk.
Gloria met me at the door, she laughed and asked me if it was going
to snow. We stood on the porch and discussed the overcast weather for a
moment, until she noticed me shivering. We stepped inside to begin
preparations for the evening. Gloria was busy on the phone so I did most
of the straightening up, setting up the buffet, etc. About 5:00, a
pretty young girl came to the door wearing the same outfit I was in. We
introduced each other; Paula was to help me serve. She seemed nice,
pert, maybe a little impertinent but friendly enough and I had to admit
in that outfit with her figure, she looked smashing. She told me she was
a 19 year old student at a nearby JC. I said goodbye to Pete and Chris,
Gloria's k**s, 16 and 14 respectively. They were going to their own
party that night, so they wouldn't be disturbed by ours. They were
actually the reason for my friendship with Gloria; Chris was my daughter
karen's best friend. And Pete was Karen's boyfriend. He had always
scared me, I thought he might be too "mature" for her, but what could I
do?

Gloria came down about 7:30. Dave had just gotten home and the
guests had just started arriving. Mostly couples, mid twenties to early
forties, they were quite well dressed. There were about 25 people in
all, including Paula and I. I was introduced to most of the guests and
was flattered by the interest all took in me although a little
uncomfortable. The women were less friendly, maybe even condescending.
It seems that Gloria had mentioned something about me to most of them. I
was involved in putting away the guests' coats and serving drinks. At
one point I walked by the kitchen and heard Gloria on the phone.
Something caught my attention and I froze, listening to the
conversation......"36 years old, married, 3 k**s, 5'6", 120lbs, green
eyes, brown hair, has no idea what's going on. This bitch has never even
thought about anyone other than her husband."

At that the party on the other end must have said something, for Gloria
was silent. I was dumbfounded, she couldn't be talking about me??

About this time she looked up and noticed me standing there. She
looked startled but recovered well, "what are you doing? Dammit Joan this
is personal I'd appreciate it if"........I turned and went back into the
living room; the incident seemed strange but I really didn't think it was
important, I could confront her later. I didn't think she really had
been talking about me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had noticed earlier that several people had brought camera's with
them, now it appeared that everyone had. I was turned and twisted to
pose for these people, my hair practically ripped out of my head to f***e
me to look into the cameras. Paula reached down, still holding one arm
and ripped my skirt up to my waist, flashbulbs popped. They didn't
bother with the formality of auctioning my skirt, it disappeared in a
frenzy. I passed out.


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

Again I blacked out. I was thinking about Tom and Karen my 14 year
old, (and Pete's girlfriend). I imagined myself with them on the beach
during our last vacation. I was warm and comfortable. In my dream I was
warm and comfortable, I thought I saw my son coming towards me with a
cold coke. He threatened to pour it on me.

I awoke with a start to look up into Steve's face as he rubbed a cold
bottle of beer against my crotch. Things were quieter, the lights had
been turned off in this end of the room, there were several candles lit.
I was no longer gagged nor held down. Steve helped untie my ankles and
his wife Marie gently guided me to a couch. I noticed that most of the
guests were gone, there were several couples sitting at the other end of
the room talking with Gloria and Dave but they paid us no attention.
Marie helped me gather my shoes, panty hose, bra and what was left of my
blouse. My panties were nowhere to be found. I put on my panty hose and
with Marie's help my shoes and skirt. Steve was still holding my blouse
and bra. Gloria noticed something and walked down to our end of the
room. "Steve let me help you with that stuff, It's not fit for Joan to
wear anymore so let's just chuck it". With that Steve frowned but handed
her the clothing and she tossed it into the fireplace where it
disappearred in a temporary resurgence of the dying fire.

Marie and Steve both looked a little sympathetic, they sat on the
couch on either side of me. They were both quite gentle, and after the
last hours I clung to that. The room was warm but I was still shaking
uncontrollably. Steve held me to stop my shaking. For the first time I
could remember I stopped sobbing. I didn't resist when Steve cupped one
breast. He was gentle and I felt a little safer being held. Marie spoke
up. "I saved your wedding ring for you, want it back? Of course, ....
listen though Steve has a fantasy about this, would you be willing to
help him live it? It's a lot easier than what you've already been
through tonight". I nodded agreement silently. I knew I had no choice
and I was more comfortable here than I would have been if Gloria noticed
me again. And they were so kind, I wanted to preserve that desparately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The other form was a model release which covered the entire night. It
specifically mentioned that the photos were nude, I had posed voluntarily
and that I assigned to Gloria the rights to do what she desired with them
including publication. The total helplessness of the situation got to
me. I broke into tears. "Joan if you don't sign this in about 3 seconds
you will lose the chance and I will have to protect myself in a less
genteel fashion". I wasn't sure what she meant but decided that I had
nothing to lose by signing the forms. I did and she left. Strangely she
looked at me with almost friendliness in her eyes and said gently, "Joan
things have changed, but you're going to be all right. If you continue
to do what you're told, we will take care of you." As she climbed the
stairs out of the basement she left the basement door open and opened the
back door of her home. I was looking directly outside.

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

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


I had spent the rest of that weekend in a daze. Saturday afternoon
when I got home, I immediately took off the clothes Gloria had sent me
away in, and threw them into the garbage in the garage. I tried to
sl**p. Although I had not slept in a day and a half, I was still to
upset. I wandered around the house, but couldn't seem to sit down.
About 6:30 I ran some water for a bath. As I lay there I began to
relax. When I moved I realized how sore I was. I think it was than that
the shock wore off and the full import of what had happened hit me. I
had been ****d, not just ****d but gang-****d. Not by strangers in some
alley, but by friends, and neighbors, less than two blocks from my home.
Not knowing where to turn, or what to do I moved from the tub to my bed
and eventually drifted off to sl**p.

When I woke up Sunday I was still in kind of a funk. It was a cold
clear day and I f***ed myself to clean up around the house, etc. in
preparation for my families return from Tom's parents. I thought about
friday night. That was the first time I had had sex with anyone other
than my husband. I was ashamed to admit it but the worst part was the
humiliation. The sex with the men had been degrading but ..............
When Tom and the k**s got there I tried to act cheerful and welcome them
back. Karen immediately stated that she was going to run over to see
Pete. I lost control. I yelled at her, told her that she was not going
anywhere. Everyone stared at me, Karen looked shocked but said nothing.
Tom took me aside and asked me if I was allright. I said yes, there was
nothing wrong. He went over to Karen and told her to wait until after
dinner to leave. While she was gone I was scared silly. What would she
find out over there? I did not know at the time if Pete or Chris knew
what had happened to me, it was so crazy I did not know what to think.

The next few days went slowly. Tom repeatedly asked me what was
wrong but I could not tell him. He could never understand. I know I was
acting strangely but could not help myself. We tried to make love
several times. Each time Tom would try to approach me I kept thinking
about that Friday night. The one time we did make love I remember
comparing his lovemaking to Craig's brutal intercourse. I didn't enjoy
Tom that night at all. It was so cold so dispassionate, I think Tom
finally got the message. 10 days later, about 7:00 one night I came down
stairs and heard people talking in the living room. "What happened last
weekend, she hasn't been the same since?" There was an edge on Tom's
voice when he spoke. "She seemed all right Friday night when she left".
That was Dave speaking, Gloria spoke up. "Steve and Marie Daniels left
with her, they were going to drop her off since it was pretty late. I
talked to Marie last week and she didn't mention anything". "Why don't
we all get together Saturday? Maybe she's just depressed and a little
get together will cheer her up." Tom agreed that that might be a good
idea. Gloria mentioned that she would try and invite a few other people
and would talk to Tom later in the week to set it up. I realized that if
someone saw me standing here they would notice that I had been
eavesdropping. I went on down into the living room. Gloria and Dave
were there with Tom. Gloria smiled warmly and mentioned that since she
hadn't heard from me in a while they thought they would stop by. I
mumbled hello, and sat next to Tom. We sat and talked for about 45
minutes. Everything seemed so, so...normal. After they left I wondered
if that night had really happened. I wanted to forget and they acted as
if nothing had changed.

I tried to talk Tom out of going but he was adament. Saturday
morning came and I saw that I had no choice. I pretended to be sick, and
that was not far from the truth but the k**s were eager to leave and Tom
seemed intent on dragging me there. I put on some jeans and a blouse and
we left to walk over there. As we walked down the street I took stock of
my f****y. Tom was 36, a fairly successful attorney and his practice was
just beginning to come into its own. After some hard years it looked
like he was in the process of becoming one of the most prominent local
attorneys. He was 5'10", 175 lbs and stayed in great shape. I was
extremely proud of him. When I married him I had misgivings. He was a
wonderful person, extremely dependable and I knew he could take care of
me but he was a little to staid, to damn dependable. I realized as I
looked at him that I had made the right choice. I cared for him deeply
and he was a wonderful husband and father. I looked at Karen my 14 year
old. She was a sophmore in high school, well behaved and normally easy
to handle. Many of my friends envied me because Karen and I seemed to
have so few problems. Her figure had been developing faster than I
wanted to see though, I worried about her. She went out with Pete,
Gloria's 16 year old and I felt that he was to wild for he. Scott my 12
year old was skinny as a beanpole, a little awkward but he was moving out
of the awkward stage and I was quite proud of him. Linda our youngest
was 11, she was a little monster, I loved her dearly though, she was my
favorite. Tom accused me of spoiling her. All in all I was extremely
proud of my f****y.

I looked up and saw that we had almost reached Gloria's house. I was
a little nervous but Tom had told me that we could leave after a little
if I still didn't feel better. If he only knew!!! Dave met us at the
door. Behind him stood Mona who had been Karen and Scott's 5th grade
teacher. I heard voices in the living room and I saw Phil, Gloria's
b*****r and a young women I didn't know. While Dave introduced me to
Phil and his date (Denise) Mona took Tom off to the side and they
appeared to be engaged in an earnest discussion. The k**s disappeared
upstairs. I realized that I was the only woman not wearing a skirt or a
dress. Gloria came out of the kitchen, welcomed us and asked if Mona or
I could give her a hand in the kitchen for a moment. Mona grabbed my
hand and almost dragged me into the kitchen. Once there she placed her
hand over my mouth while Gloria picked up a cup of some bright red sauce
and splashed it on my white blouse. Gloria spoke loudly, "I'm terribly
sorry". She went on for a moment while Mona relaxed her grip but kept a
hand on my arm and quietly said. "Cooperate with me Joan and today will
be fairly easy for you." Before I could answer Mona pulled me out of the
kitchen, I tried to look embarrassed, not scared. I knew somehow that
that was how they wanted me to act while Gloria announced how clumsy she
was. Mona offered to take me home to change clothes, while Gloria
continued to act sympathetic and apologize. The show was clearly for
Tom's benefit. I understood from the pressure of Mona's fingers that I
was to accept her offer. I did.

She drove me the 2 blocks to my home silently. I asked her what was
going on, for a moment I was outraged but when she offered to take me
back and allow Gloria to tell Tom what I had really done 2 weeks earlier
I became a little scared (terrified) and went along with her. She pulled
up into my driveway, I got out and begain walking towards the back door.
She stopped me. "When you enter a home alone you will use the back door,
when you are with someone else, you will ensure that they at least use
the front".

I looked at her as if to ask what in the world but thought better of
it. She went up the stairs and straight into my bedroom. I watched her
as she went through my closet. She was tall about 5'8", blonde hair,
blue eyes, single and about 31 or 32 years old. She had a good body and
as I remembered she had always liked to flaunt it. She was wearing a
long black skirt, but it was slit to mid thigh. I had seen when we had
walked into Gloria's home that Tom had noticed her. I had felt a tinge
of jealousy.

After going through my closet for a moment she turned to me and told me
to get out all my skirts, pumps or heels, tan or flesh covered panty hose,
and sweaters. She would choose what I was to wear. I complied with her
demand. As I bent down to get out my shoes I bumped into her. She grabbed
my hair and slapped my twice across the face. She didn't hit me hard but I
was shocked. Tears rolled down my face. "Hurry up, if we don't get back in
a few minutes Gloria will be getting out the picture album she created for
you last week and showing Tom and your k**s what a good show you put on."
After I had lain everything out she picked out 2 pair of shoes, plain black
pumps and plain white ones, several pair of panty hose and a sweater. She
made me try on several skirts. Finally she made me put on the black pumps,
panty hose, a knee length black skirt and a red turtle neck. She put several
skirts, the white pumps and some panty hose into a shopping bag. As she
turned to go almost as an afterthought she told me to show her what kind of
sweaters Karen had. She picked out a sweater that I had given Karen for her
birthday, a beautiful white angora sweater. She placed that in her shopping
bag and we left.

When we got back they were all sitting down to dinner. Gloria sat Tom
down at one table and Mona quickly grabbed the empty seat to his right. I
felt Phil's hand guide me to a seat at the other table. I looked over at
Tom, he smiled at me and started to say something. Right about then Mona
placed her hand on his arm and he turned to talk to her. I sat down between
Phil and Denise. I wasn't very hungry. I picked at my food. Phil tried to
make small talk and so did Denise. About halfway through the dinner I felt
Phil's hand on my leg. He started at the knee and slid his hand between my
skirt and leg. While smiling at my daughter and asking her about a party she
had gone to with Pete he fondled my thigh up to my panties. We both acted as
if nothing was happening. Denise looked at him and in a very sotto voice,
told him to "leave her alone,......for now" they both laughed at that and
after that they pretty much ignored me.

After dinner Gloria grabbed me and guided me into the kitchen. I could
hear Tom talking to Phil and Mona just outside the door. She told me that
Dave had something to show me. He came up from the basement and motioned for
me to follow him down. I went down behind him, upstairs I could hear the
voices of the others. He took me to the corner where I had spent the night 2
weeks earlier. There was a blanket covering one wall. He removed it,
underneath there were dozens of pictures. They were all of me, in the
various stages of undress that I had been f***ed to parade around in that
night. In the center there was a large color photo of me, topless, on my
knees, with my left hand around an erect penis, no more than 3 inches from my
face. Cum was dripping off my face and hand. My wedding ring could be
clearly seen underneath. It looked as if I was smiling. Next to that one
there was a shot of me wearing panties, pantyhose, black heels, and nothing
else. I was kneeling in the living room while 6 or 7 people sat on the
couches ignoring me. "Joan if you will cooperate today we won't show these
pictures to Tom. If at any time you cause any trouble though, he will get
the same tour that you received." Numbly I turned away. I started to cry.
"If he sees something is wrong, we will have to assume you are not d
cooperating. I will leave you alone here for a few moments but we will be
expecting you upstairs." He smiled at me, and reached down and raised my
skirt. He looked at my legs for a moment, as if to show me that he had that
power. He dropped my skirt and left the basement without speaking again.
After several minutes I turned and walked up the stairs.


I numbly reached for the door handle, I was going to just leave, nothing
could be worse than staying. Gloria was standing right outside the door. She
smiled and told me that she thought I might try and leave, but it would be
easier if I stayed. If I left she and Mona would have to show Tom what a "slut
he had married." After she and Mona finished talking to Tom I could never go
home again. If I continued to cooperate I would only suffer momentary
embarrassment. I was repulsed at what she considered "momentary embarrassment"
but knew that I had no choice. We went inside. Most everyone was in the
living room. Tom was there with Mona. He looked up at me. "How are you
feeling?" "Better I lied". Gloria told Tom that she wanted to show me her new
crafts room. He laughed and told me to have fun. Gloria guided me up the
stairs. We went up into what had been the attic. It had been remodeled for
her to use for her hobbies. (I was soon to learn that I was a hobby). Once
there Denise soon joined us. Phil was right behind her. "Shall we get
started?" Gloria asked sarcastically. Phil grabbed my arms while Gloria and
Denise pulled my sweater off. As soon as my arms slipped through the sleeves
Phil grabbed them again. They removed my skirt and slip and then, strangely,
Gloria asked Phil and Denise to leave the room."

"Joan, don't talk, just and absorb what I have to say. Go ahead, sit down
on the bed. Obviously you realized earlier that you have more to gain by going
along with us than by fighting. What I have in mind for you isn't too bad.
You are going to have to learn to cooperate. If you do, your life will go on
pretty much as it always has. If not, well, I have some alternate plans. For
the rest of today, relax and try to have fun. I promise you will not be hurt."

I thought about what she had said. All through my life, from high school,
college, and marriage I had been a "good girl", a "good wife" and generally had
conformed to what a "nice" girl should do. Tom had been my "first". I
fantasized about other men on occasion but had never so much as expressed the
thought. I always dressed modestly. The night they ****d me I was terrified,
humiliated, degraded to the point of being sick, but when I thought back about
it, I started to feel warm down around my vagina. I knew, and she knew that I
was going to cooperate. She knew how I felt, degraded but excited.

Dave came in the room. Gloria commanded that I kneel on the floor. I did.
Phil and Denise came back in. Denise picked up a tape measure and proceeded to
take my measurements. After she measured my bust I was allowed to replace my
bra. She recorded the measurements on a bulletin board. I noticed that there
were blanks there so the succeeding measurements could be compared to the
previous ones. Dave looked down the stairs and into the hallway. He reported
that the coast was clear Gloria led me down stairs to the bathroom. I was
directed to step on the scale. We started back into the attic but Gloria
guided me to her bedroom. She pushed my head down into what had been an old
heating grate, but was now slightly open into her living room. I saw Tom and
Mona on the couch, Mona had her hand on his arm and it was obvious they were
engrossed in conversation. Her skirt had slipped partially off her thigh. He
was enjoying her company. It was also obvious that she was offering him more
than a platonic relationship. Before I could react Gloria guided me back
upstairs. I was directed to kneel on the floor again while the others
discussed my body. I learned that they thought it was good, but that I would
be sent to the "Workout World" to improve it. During the afternoon, I stayed
there, not ignored but not harrassed either. Phil wrote out an exercise
schedule and told me that I would be using it soon. Dave and Phil spent most of
the time downstairs.

I could hear the k**s in another room but they stayed well out of the way
most of the afternoon. I was terrified that one of them would come in and see
me like this. Denise mentioned something to Gloria about Tom coming up but
Gloria laughed and assured her that Mona was not going to let him out of her
sight.

Late in the afternoon Denise told me to dress and come on downstairs. She
took me into the bathroom and helped rearrange my make-up. When I came
downstairs Tom had the k**s in the living room and they were preparing to
leave. Gloria asked me to stay. "Tom you don't mind if Joan stays awhile do
you?" He said it was up to me. They both looked at me, but before I could
speak Gloria spoke up, "great, it's settled, Joan promised me she would help me
bake tonight". With that Tom told me not to stay too late, kissed me, and left
with the k**s.

Gloria brought me into the living room. Mona brought out the bag of
clothing she had taken from my home earlier. Dave and Phil seemed to be
arranging some photographic lights and shades around the Christmas tree. Dave
had several cameras two on tripods, and one with a strange looking lens that he
was holding in his hand. As soon as they finished arranging things they looked
at me, expectantly, "Well come on, step up here." I came forward and Dave
"posed me" in front of the tree. "Turn slightly sideways, bend forward
slightly, now with your right hand, grab a handful of skirt and raise it a
little." "Damn it smile!" I was sobbing by now, Dave roughly wiped my face,
and pushed me into the position he wanted. For several minutes we went on like
this. Finally, Gloria who had been watching silently suggested theat we were
going about this all wrong. "Strip her!!" she commanded, Denise and Mona
proceeded to undress me. They weren't rough, they weren't gentle, they were
just cold and efficient. After I was undressed Dave lay me down on the floor,
on my side and photographed me in front of the tree. Then he moved me so that
I was on my back, feet towards the camera, legs spread, and my left hand
(wedding ring) covering my vagina. I was made to pose this way for a while.

Eventually I was allowed to put on some clothing, and I was photographed
for the next couple hours in various stages of dress and undress. I tried on
all the pairs of panty hose Mona had brought, Dave and Phil selected the shades
they liked. One skirt, my longest, had been slit to the waist, another had
been hemmed up during the afternoon so that it was much too short. They tried
every combination of clothing and pose imaginable. No blouse, then no skirt,
change shoes, bra on, bra off, panty hose on, panty hose off, change skirts,
remove skirt etc. I wasn't enjoying this at all but I wasn't as scared as I
had been originally. I was still scared and maybe a little angry (although my
fear overruled my anger) but it wasn't as hard to go along with them as it had
been in the beginning. I realized what Gloria had done. By making me pose
nude at first, I knew the worst was over and that things had to get better. It
worked. Both Dave and Phil became quite solicitous, as long as I cooperated
they were gentle.

About 9:30 Dave told Gloria he was done. Mona piped up, "I have one more
idea." I was directed to put on some suntan panty hose, my black heels, and my
daughters White sweater, but no skirt. The sweater was quite long and
actually partially covered my thighs. Gloria brought me to the kitchen, bent
me over the sink and soaked the sweater with water. She brought me dripping
into the living room. Mona had collected 3 hair dryers and they began heating
the sweater to dry it, while I was still in it. It took about an hour. When
they finished they repeated the process. Finally they did it again. This time
before it was totally dry Mona suggested they try some shots. By now the
sweater had shrunk. It was from fitting. It had stretched around my breasts
and was tight on my stomach. It still covered a little thigh.

Dave posed me in front of the tree again. This time he took several rolls
of film of just this outfit. I knelt, I bent over, I was twisted, and even
took one shot looking straight at the camera, hands underneath my chest as if I
was offering my breasts. This shot took awhile to get right because they
insisted I smile. It wasn't easy but Gloria's threats and the promise that
they would keep it up until I got it right scared me into trying. The
resultant grimace wasn't great but Dave said it would do. Finally Gloria
suggested the men pose with me. I knelt in front of them, Dave unzipped his
fly and placed my hand around his penis. I began to perform as he wished. When
he was done he did not put his penis back into his pants, he stood next to we
while I was f***ed to suck Phil. During this time Gloria took numerous shots.
Finally they were done.

I was told to kneel in the corner for a while. Mona asked me about the
f****y photo that we had taken several weeks earlier. "Tom told me that you
are going to send cards this year with that photo on them". I nodded
agreement. Dave looked at Gloria and they both smiled. "Bring us some of
them!" "When will you pick them up?" I replied that they should be ready on
Monday. Gloria ordered me to bring them to her immediately after I got them.
The phone rang, Dave answered it. "Everythings fine, she should be finished in
a little. Joan, it's Tom." He handed me the phone and I took it. "He sounded
a little irritated. It's well passed midnight hon, when will you be home? I
didn't think you would stay this long, I wish you would have called, is
everything all right?" As he was speaking Phil had reached over and was
absentmindedly fondling my thigh. Denise tried to smother a giggle but failed.
I told Tom I was all right and would be home soon. He sounded a little
relieved, I told him not to wait up, He said he would try but in any case to
wake him when I got in. I promised and we hung up. I asked Gloria if I could
leave.

She told me that they weren't done with me yet. She wanted to get a few
more shots of me with my ring finger wrapped around Dave's penis. I was posed
again, and again. Finally they were through. Gloria told me to dress, as I
had been dressed when I arrived. I did but Mona stopped me when I started to
put the skirt on. Gloria told me that I was through for the weekend but that I
had better be back Monday at 1:30 with the f****y Christmas cards.

"Do you hear me?" "Yes, I heard." "Than you better be here." Gloria
took me into the kitchen where we were joined by Mona. "Joan, I have a few
instructions for you; first you will no longer wear pantsuits or jeans, you
will wear skirts and dresses ALWAYS, second you will no longer say no to a man,
and third you will use the back door when you are at my home." Do you
understand? I nodded. She sounded gentle so I asked her why.....Before The
words were out of my mouth I was told to "Shut UP!!! In due time you will
learn, for now, just cooperate and you will be allowed to continue your way of
life. Mona got up to leave. I gathered my skirt in my hand, looked for my
slip with no success, found my purse and headed for the door. "Wrong door
bitch" with that Gloria pointed at the back door. I walked out and found Mona
waiting out front. She motioned for me to get into her car. I did. She drove
to my house, once in front I started to put my skirt on. She stopped me. "Get
out of the car." "I'm not dressed." She reached over and pushed me out, I was
to scared to fight. Once out of her car I stood there, she had stopped under a
street light, and put my skirt on. I walked into the house.

On the kitchen counter was a yellow manila envelope. Joan, read me, it
said in large red letters. I opened it and gasped. It contained a blank
diary, but also about twenty pictures taken two weeks earlier. The photographs
formed a chronological record of my gang-****. There was a note. "Joan use
this diary to record what happened to you during the last two weeks. Be
detailed, be specific, record your thoughts and your feelings. Bring this with
you when you come over Monday. You may keep the snapshots. So far you are the
only one in your f****y who has seen them. If you continue to cooperate, we
may be able to keep it this way. Sweet Dreams............. Gloria, Mona, and
Denise."

I stuffed the photo's back into the manilla envelope and shoved it into a
cabinet full of junk that no one ever looked into, and stumbled upstairs
sobbing quietly. Tom was sound asl**p when I got there. For some reason I
looked on his dresser. There was one of his business cards with some writing
on it, I took it into the bathroom to read. It was a women's handwriting, it
had a phone number, and address, and it was signed Mona...........Not knowing
what could come next, I crawled off to bed. I thought about the day, Tom's
possible relationship with Mona, and Gloria's final orders. I drifted off to
sl**p.


The next week I had a call from Gloria. "You will be at my house
tonite at 7:30 or Tom will see the little display of your art photos."
Naturally I was scared silly but I knew I had to be there. I considered
what I should wear...I knew that I couldn't get away with the jeans
trick again but I also knew that the clothes Gloria wanted me in were
not the ones I wanted to wear out in public. I solved the problem
by dressing very conservatively but carrying a bag containing the skin
tight sweater, suntan pantyhose and a very short skirt.

On the way to Gloria's house, I changed into my "slut" outfit. The
sweater was so tight that it molded to my breasts like a second skin. My
dark nipples were visible through the white fabric and I noticed that they
were hard as little pebbles. The skirt was at least eight inches above
my knees and I knew that when I sat down, there was no way to hide
my ass and crotch. The pantyhose were sheer to the waist and when I
looked down I could clearly see my dark pubic hair through them. I sat
in my car for a moment and visualized all the sexually degrading things
Gloria and her friends had done to me. I suddenly realized that
not only were my nipples hard, but my vagina was wet and throbbing.

When I reached Gloria's I parked my car and entered through the back
door. I was immediately seized by both arms and a dark hood was placed
over my head. My hands were tied behind my back and I was pushed into
another room. "Don't scream and we won't have to gag you." Gloria
whispered in my ear. I felt my self being stripped by many hands, first
my pantyhose, then the skirt, and lastly the skintight sweater. I was
made to bend over and I realized that there was a table directly in front
of me. My arms were stretched out in front of me and tied securely.
My legs were spread wide apart and tied to opposite legs of the
table.

"Jesus Christ, look at the bitch", I heard Gloria say, "vaginal fluid
is pouring out of her and its almost to her knees." I realized that
she was right, I was turned on as I had never been. My clitoris
felt as big as a golf ball and I had an empty ache in my vagina that
I had never experienced before. I hoped that Dave or one of the
guys would stick a hard cock into me at once.

I could picture myself as I must have appeared to them. Tied
hand and foot to the table with my feet just reaching the floor, love
juice oozing from my vagina and glistening in the light, breasts
mashed against the table and my anus upturned for all to see. Please
take me! I realized that I have never been this sexually aroused
in my life. Suddenly the hood was pulled off my head and I realized
I was looking at the reflection of a TV over my head in a mirror placed
directly in front of my eyes. As I slowly adjusted to the picture
I was amazed to see that it was a video of my husband Tom in Gloria's
bedroom. He was standing next to the bed and Mona had her arms
around him and was kissing him passionately. Gradually his hands
caressed her tight buns and then started squeezing them hard. The
next thing I saw was Tom pulling up her blouse and starting to suck
her nipples. The scene immediately cut to one of Mona and Tom in
bed. He was on his back with his feet toward the camera with one
of the finest erections I had ever seem him have. Mona was on her
knees with her vagina poised just above the head of his throbbing
penis. Gradually she lowered herself until he was just touching
her vaginal lips.

As I watched Tom's penis begin it's slow penetration of Mona's
tight vagina, I realized that I felt a cock at my own pussy lips.
As Mona slowly lowered herself onto my husband, someone was penetrating
me! Instantly my whole body went into spasms "OOOOOGGGGGGOOOODDDD"
"FFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKK MMMMMMEEEEEEE!!!!!" I screamed. The cock in my
cunt was now pushing hard at my cervix, and I loved it. Almost instantly,
I felt the first spurt of hot sperm flood my insides. Again and again
my r****t spurted, and I couldn't get enough. I clenched my legs
together as best I could because I knew the most gut wrenching orgasm
of my life was at hand. NOW... NOW..., OH SHIT, PUT IT BACK, PLEASE PUT IT
BACK!!! Just as I was about to come, I was empty. My cunt muscles squeezed
hard but there was nothing there. My clit was erect like a small penis and
demanded attention but I could do nothing. I pulled at the ropes, I cried,
I cursed, and I begged but my throbbing cunt was still empty. I could
feel the flood of sperm dripping out and I tried to hold it in.

Gradually I realized that Mona and Tom were still fucking right in
front of my face. I say Mona's body convulse in spasm after spasm as
she fucked my husband. I knew from the look on Tom's face that he was
getting ready to orgasm. At that moment Mona pulled herself up until
his penis was throbbing in midair. Imagine my suprise when Gloria
moved into the picture and 'deep throated' Tom's penis. He went
crazy...I have never been able to do that for him because I always
choke. Tom was thrusting his penis into Gloria's throat when he started
to orgasm. I saw the muscles in her throat start to milk the sperm from
my husband's balls. Again and again I saw him convulse as he shot
his load in Gloris's mouth. Finally he collapsed in a quivering heap
and Mona moved into the picture. She laid on the bed with her head between
Tom's legs and her face looking up into Gloria's. Slowly Gloria opened her
lips and let Tom's load drip onto Mona's open lips and curling tongue.

It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen and my inner muscles
were spasming with the sheer nastiness of what I had just witnessed. I felt
the presence of someone behind me. I felt the head of a huge cock slipping
back and forth over the edges of my grasping vaginal lips but it refused
to plunge inside. The cock spread my flowing juices until I was wet
over the entire area between the top of my legs. The pressure settled
on my anus and pushed. "NOT IN THERE, YOU DIRTY COCK!!", I shrieked.
The pressure kept building against my tightly puckered entry. I was in
a haze of confused desires. Knowing that Tom had fucked Gloria was a
real turn-on, but I had never experienced anything but my doctor's finger
in my rectum. Obviously the man behind me meant to bury himself in
my ass and my only recourse would be to get it over as soon as I could.

Up my ass, then, I thought bitterly. Up my ass. That's the kind of
home you belong in, anyhow! I relaxed my rectum and thrust backward
onto the punishing club. A horrible burning sensation enveloped me at
the sudden plop. I shrieked and beat my fists against the table, but
I f***ed myself onto the shaft until I could feel its tip in the middle
of my belly. Now I had it all! I experimented with my rectum. I
realized that I had conscious control of it; I could make it relax or
I could squeeze down brutally with it. I began to squeeze and relax
as fast as I could alternate. The cock never ceased its relentless
pressure, it stayed buried deep within my body as I realized that
he was buried in shit and I could make him come in it.

I pumped my hips and gnawed at the base of the intruding prick
with my snapping anus. There was a deep groan from behind me and
I heard his breathing quicken. OK you fucker, I thought to myself,
now I've got you where I want you. I'm in charge and you're out of
control. I didn't realized that I was out of control too. The move-
ment of his cock shot charges of electricity into the barrel of my
plusing vagina and my cold determination was replaced with hot eagerness.

"MM-MM-MMHH!" I grunted. The cock withdrew until only the head
was buried in my squeezing rectum. Slowly it began a smooth pulsing
entry until it was fully sheathed and I could feel his balls bouncing
against my erect clit. "UNHH!...UNHH!...UNHH!!!!!" The cock withdrew
and thrust, again and again. Gradually the rhythm rose to a frenzy. I
felt myself yielding to a study succession of spasms and my guts writhed
around the hard fullness.

"YAAAGGHHH!!" I shouted. "AAGGHH!!!" I flattened my breasts against
the table as a raging orgasm gripped my body. My eyes bulged and the
breath caught in my throat. The wild pounding of the engouged cock
ceased abruptly and it was thrust as far and as hard into my rectum as
it would go. I feld a great surge of boiling fluid fill my belly in
the moment before I collapsed limply on the table. The was a rushing
sensation at my rectum and the cock was gone. The ache receded to my
spinctre. I realized that all my control was gone as I felt the hot
trickle spread down the insides of my thighs. I knew it was the white,
stringy remains of my r****ts lust. I closed my eyes, no longer caring.

As I gradually became aware of my surroundings, I realized that
I could hear applause! "Great job", Gloria was clapping and cheering
along with many other people, "that was the most fantastic ass-fucking
I've ever seen". Gloria and Mona stepped to the end of the table so
I could see them. They picked up the mirror in which I had been watching
the video replay of Tom's fuck and I realized to my horror that it was
a two way mirror and there was a video camera behind it! They had recorded
my every facial expression while I was getting fucked in the cunt and
in the ass.
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10 months ago
I just soaked my panties!!
1 year ago
yeah
1 year ago
That was some good shit in that one
3 years ago
As a trued Dom in the bdsm community for over 13 years I have to tell you, this is not erotic,. There is nothing sensual or erotic about extortion, gang rape, and subjugation when someones life is in peril.
3 years ago
i wasn't so keen on that one i'm afraid. very good writing thoough, and excellent description as always
4 years ago
excellent
4 years ago
Rape and torment are not a turn on!