les histoires de chrislebo

The day had dragged on at an unbelievably slow pace.
Craig had spent the most of it in a state of sinister
numbness, pacing back and forth across the sticky hotel
room, in a kerfuffle, desperately trying to find a
solution. He had scouted every possible answer.

Recalling what Mbuji had told him the previous night,
the police seemed the last possible option this was
central Africa. His ruminating resumed. The negros held
the one thing he cared about the most: Sheila. If he
didn't oblige, he would have been responsible for her
death and would have never been able to live with that.
On the other hand, how could he possibly get her two
********* involved. Sheila would have never forgiven
him. Craig's mind darted back and forth; chaos engulfed
him.

Stripped off his clammy clothes, he slowly brought his
bruised self under the shower. As the warm water
trickled down over his sore body, his thoughts and
worries unexpectedly appeared to fade away. It felt as
though his concerns had suddenly begun swirling down
the drain.

As his body welcomed the fresh flow of water, Craig
upcurled his toes. He closed his eyes and finally
allowed his body to relax.

His mind emptied completely. His nipples suddenly
tensed. Instinctively, he clenched his buttocks. With
***** rushing furiously throughout his body, a new set
of images paraded throughout his darkened mind. An
invasive, depraved vision: Sheila's naked body. She was
soaked in sweat, glistening under a dangling light
bulb. The white woman was ******** tied up. Her
squirming body completely surrounded by dozens of heavy
black men. She wriggled and wrestled as hands wedged
her down. Her plump breasts slurred and rubbed. Her
lips wrapped around a shiny black rod ferociously
pumping her throat. Her pussy stretched wide, sealed
around a giant meat pole grinding deep inside her tummy
whilst slurring against another veiny penis, pumping
away beneath it, invading her sore bottom hole.

Without any guilt, Craig opened his eyes. He peered
down. He noticed his penis swelling, semi erect as the
steam and water trickled down his naked body. His
hardened rod lumbered outwards, begging to be handled.
In a state of total confusion, the white man tried to
control his thoughts. How could he be aroused?

In vain. The images flooded his mind once again.
Mbuji's enormous shaft it had been subconsciously
taunting his mind ever since he had seen it. His vision
shifted once again. Sheila's wriggling body, covered in
sweat; big black hands rubbing her over and over;
fingers penetrating her holes; pink lips and fleshy
tongues invading her mouth; her swollen nipples heaving
outwards. Once again, Mbuji's enormous shaft presented
itself. Craig wondered, What would it would be like
fully erect? Had Sheila been fucked that night by such
a terrifying rod? Craig sighed. Careless. He brought
his right hand down to his groin. He stretched out his
palm and wrapped it around his now rock hard penis. He
closed his eyes.

Suddenly he was there. He could see Sheila. He could
smell her juices. The blacks were everywhere, their
huge rods dangling in front of her, waiting for their
turn. Moving his grip up and down his swollen penis,
Craig's body shuddered. He thought of Sheila. He
reopened his eyes. Where was she? They must be fucking
her right now, he thought to himself. He closed his
eyes once again. In the dark room. The white woman was
covered in warm fluid. She was sticky and wet. The
blacks pumped her without mercy; she moaned and groaned
as she swallowed the umpteenth African phallus.

The white man's wrist plunged up and down, deranged.
Its motion riveting faster and faster, his palm
gripping tighter and tighter. Craig could see Sheila,
or so he thought. Her nipples hardened as another
involuntary orgasm invaded her body. And so the sticky
white cream shot out of his throbbing erection, hitting
the dingy sink, splattering the steamed up mirror and
slithering down to the tiled floor. His entire body
shook, his balls quivered, his anus retreated.

'**********!' he heard himself whisper. Exhausted, he
lowered his head and drooped his shoulders.

Dressed in his underpants, Craig lay on the bed. The
clock on the wall read 23:14 hrs.

The white man's confusion had intruded every inch of
his being. A mixture of guilt, stupefaction and lust
now gurgled inside of him. How could I have possibly
done that, he thought to himself. The empty room
offered no immediate answers. 'What have I become?' he
uttered as he stared at his bruised self in the mirror.
Conventional wisdom advised him to feel guilt and
desperation. But he was unable to. The African heat had
revealed a darker side to his character, a sadistic
alter ego. For some reason, he just couldn't avoid the
reactions in his body. Once again his underpants puffed
up.

He simply couldn't keep his erection down. Once again,
his sinister thoughts came knocking: his white
companion was at that very moment in the hands of the
vicious Negros.

Craig desperately tried to focus his mind. He thought
about what Mbuji had said earlier. The two girls. Jenny
and Cristina. He was supposed to entangle them.
Convince them to come to Africa. The heart of Africa.
The slums of the heart of Africa. Hell, for better
words,

The white man lay back on the bed as an unexpected,
welcoming breeze swept the sweltering hotel room.
Leering upwards, he followed some lazy moths hover
towards the peeling ceiling; their droning hum echoing
malignantly.

*

Another day beckoned. The new day came and passed in a
breath.

Holding the receiver, Craig's hand started to shiver.
He gazed at the orange sunset, radiating an innocent
beauty behind the ugly urban buildings. As he dialed
the international number, his mind numbed. His thoughts
had suddenly gone AWOL. What am I supposed to say, he
thought to himself.

'I can't. I just can't!' he blurted out, ready to place
the receiver back down. 'Hello.' a young voice suddenly
answered.

'Uh,, Hello?' Craig uttered, fumbling with the phone,
surprised to hear a voice. 'Who is this?' the young
woman asked curiously. Craig listened intently. He was
hesitant, out of synch. Anxiety set in as the long-
distance line crackled. Jenny waited on the other side
of the pond. 'It's Craig.' he said nervously.

'Oh, Hi Craig! Great to hear from you.' ­she replied.
'How are you both?' Her words immediately opening a
dark void. Both? he thought to himself.

'Listen Jenny, is Cristina there with you?' Craig
immediately intervened. 'No she's out. Is everything
Okay? You sound a little shaky.'

The young woman was miles away, but Craig felt
instantly cornered. He continued hesitantly, 'Nothing,
it's just that, I would have liked to have spoken to
you both that's all.'

Jenny's tone lowered as a shade of anxiety appeared to
creep in. 'Is everything alright? Where's Mum?'
Dragging the phone to the center of the room, Craig
lowered himself onto the bed. He ran his fingers
through his sweaty hair. 'Listen Jenny, are you
sitting?'

'Why?' she countered apprehensively. 'Please, just sit.
There's something I need to tell you.'

'Okay, I'm sitting. What on Earth is going on?' she
replied.

'It's a long story but there's been an accident and...'

'And WHAT?!'

'...and your ******, she, she was involved.'

'Oh my God!' yelled Jenny.

'But listen, I'm taking care of her.' Jenny's voice
quivered; she stumbled to get her words out, 'But how?
When? and where is she now?'

The time had come. Craig commenced the ultimate crock
of lies, devising a devilish tale. He spoke of an old
jeep speeding off-road. The impact with the tree, The
emergency airlift to the hospital, He proceeded to
explain how Sheila was in an African infirmary.
Supposedly she was getting better, nonetheless was
unable to speak on the phone. With each deceiving word,
Craig could envisage Mbuji's grinning face, his flick-
knife glistening, his fat lips swelling.

****** like, he asked the young girl not to worry,
'Everything's gonna be okay Jenny,' he assured her.

Jenny had remained in silence throughout the chronicle.
In shock. She eventually gained some strength. She
questioned Craig about her ******* recovery. 'How long
will it take?' she asked.

Craig's voice suddenly tensed, his performance cranked
up a notch, ready for the ****, 'Listen, Jen. I want to
be frank with you. The Doctors have informed me that it
could take some time. Your ******* conditions aren't
that simple. Right now she is using a pen and a pad to
communicate with me and...'

'Oh, Mum,' sighed the young woman. The time had come,
Craig thought, 'I was thinking that maybe, you and your
sister, could...'

'Could what?'

'Well, you know, could come over and stay by her side.
She needs you. Both of you.'

In a state of dismay, Jenny nodded her aching head. As
if twirling down a dark tunnel, she rubbed her temple
and closed her eyes, confused. After a moment's
silence, she breathed into the phone, 'Uh, yes. You're
probably right.' Craig ranged in. 'Listen, you don't
have to worry about flights and accommodation. I have
my American Express with me and I can arrange for you
and your sister to be here by the end of the week. I
can pick you up at the Lagos Airport.

Naomi knuckled under. 'Okay. Listen, I'll need speak to
Christina. I'll explain the whole story to her.'

'Try to be gentle with her.' Craig replied
diabolically.

'Of course. I'll find the right words. Well, I'll try.'

'Your ****** will be so pleased when she sees you
both.' 'I know. Please tell her to be strong.'

'I will.'

'Did you say Lagos?' Naomi asked confused. Geography
had never been her forte. She knew that Africa was
somewhere across the ocean. To describe its shape or
exact position however would have been arduous for her,
let alone know its states or cities.

'Yes. It's in Nigeria.' replied Craig, as if that would
help her, slumped on his bed, he suddenly straightened
his back. 'It's absolutely simmering over here!' he
continued with new found energy. 'So make sure you
bring your summer clothes. Shorts and sandals.
Understood?'

Analyzing his words, Craig didn't know why he had felt
the need to underline that to the young girl. Thinking
twice however, it became obvious to him. No longer
surprised by his body reactions, he suddenly felt a
heavy twitch beneath his clammy pants. Subconsciously,
he started to picture the young woman in a skimpy top
and clinging shorts his fresh erection grew
unrestrained.

'Okay, so how shall we leave things?' asked Jenny.

Baffled by the flow of ***** to his genitals, Craig
replied with a moist tongue, 'Give me a day to book the
tickets and then I'll call you with the flight numbers
and departure times.'

'Okay Craig, I'll wait for the call.'

'I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Bye for now.'

'Bye then.'

Craig placed down the receiver. His left hand drooped
down to his groin. His swollen phallus had been
twitching throughout the entire conversation. He rubbed
it. He could feel its veins pulsing. The white man
slumped back down, stretching out on the bed. Gazing up
at the scrubby ceiling, he viciously tugged down his
underwear. His hardened rod sprung up. Craig gave in to
his devious thoughts he couldn't hold back any further.
He closed his eyes in ********** to his alter ego. The
truth had finally beckoned. Who was he kidding, he
thought to himself. He knew exactly what kind of fate
would expect the two girls if they were to set foot in
such a Godforsaken place.

Craig's mind instantly recurred an array of deviant
fantasies. The images flowed without surcease. Jenny
and her younger sister Christina, their bodies,
beautiful young bodies, firm, tanned and smooth, amidst
dozens of negros. Well hung, muscley and merciless. He
could see the white girls' flesh ******** exposed,
their flimsy clothes ripped off, powerful black rods
invading their most private parts. Craig nested his
head back, inhaled deep and allowed his throbbing penis
to squirt out its warm, sticky cream, flooding the
sheets and dingy mattress.

'I hope you have good news!' ­droned Mbuji, on the
other end of the phone. It was Saturday. Craig replied
with a tingling, nervous voice. 'They'll be arriving at
3.00 p.m. I'll be picking them up at the airport.'

'Very good!' 'So now what do I do?' asked Craig. Mbuji
sniggered maliciously, 'Well, you will have to do
exactly what I say. I come over to hotel now. I explain
everything. Is understand?'

'Okay, I'll wait for you here,' the white man's shivery
voice countered. 'You remember good, you no follow my
instruction and you never see you woman again, is
understand?' Mbuji's warning sunk in like a promise.
His control was ironclad.


As flight 2745W hovered over the bustling city of
Lagos, Jenny and her younger sister Christina peered
through their steamed up window in a feeble attempt to
get a glimpse of their final destination. Africa was
just beneath them. It lay below like a closed book,
full of mysteries and hidden dangers.

As the old aircraft prepared for landing, the two girls
nervously held hands. Jenny tried to console her
anxious sister, 'Don't worry Christina, everything will
be fine. Just think of Mum. She'll be so relieved when
she see us.'

'I just hope Craig is there waiting for us when we
arrive. It looks awfully busy down there. Look at all
the traffic.' 'I'm sure he is. replied Jenny, 'He cares
so much about Mum and, besides, it was nice of him to
pay for the tickets. ­He said he would be there to pick
us up, so don't worry.'


From the busy airport terminal, Craig watched the plane
gradually come to a halt. As its passengers debarked,
he studied them very carefully. Suddenly, he caught a
glimpse of two white girls descending the impromptu
stairway. ­Surrounded by a dense crowd of black people,
they looked ahead, confused.

Unhindered, Craig's eyes immediately floated towards
their clothes. ­They were now in Africa, but it seemed
the two girls had naively forgotten about it. They wore
shorts and sandals and their upper bodies were nested
in slinky, tight clinging tops. There couldn't possibly
be any cultural difference between home and this 'other
place' called Africa. ­They strolled ahead at ease
unaware of the many stares they had already caught from
a number of black men fronting the airport terminal
window.

'Jenny! Christina! Over here,' shouted Craig as the two
girls left Customs. They promptly spotted the white man
and grinned over, acknowledging his presence. They
headed in his direction dragging their heavy suitcases.
As they moved closer, Craig subconsciously studied
their bodies. ­Jenny had taken the lead and the white
man could immediately feel his throat moistening as her
delicate and smooth skin moved closer into view. ­

She was a significantly tall and slender young woman.
In her early thirties, she had short blonde hair which
cut inwards and tucked delicately into her very pretty
face. She had beautiful white teeth, a petite mouth and
a small, pointed nose. ­Her legs were extremely long
and firm, crowned by a pair of gorgeously athletic
thighs. ­Her full body sported an enviable tan and
although her breasts were not that large and had just a
slight sag, they were extremely enticing, poking out
beautifully from beneath her clinging top.

Christina trailed behind. ­She too was blonde and very
tanned, however she was shorter than her sister and had
longer hair. Her figure was indeed very petite, but
very very arousing. Her thong sandals revealed a
delicate yet very sexy pair of feet. She was also very
pretty, but with a slightly sharper nose. Her mouth
very seductive, her lips tenuous but very tender. She
wore a skimpy skirt which clung lewdly to her backside
and floated above her knees. A skimpy white vest stuck
to her sexy torso revealing a firm pair of teets; not
oversized but they were slightly larger and heavier
than her sister's. Both girls were smoothly shaved and
their skin glistened a soft and very arousing
complexion.

Craig's heart began to drum. He had already noticed a
number of blacks staring at the white girls and thought
best to speed things up. With a frivolous tone, he
welcomed the two girls, 'Hi girls, how was your
flight?.'

'Very long, that's all I can say,' replied Jenny. She
moved closer and gave Craig a brief and innocent hug.
For just a fraction of a second, he got a warm feel of
her smooth and delicate skin. Christina soon switched
places with her sister and as she hugged Craig his
arousal grew further at the feel of her delicate
breasts pressing against his chest. The two girls
smelled so good. The white man struggled awkwardly. He
desperately tried to disguise the throbbing erection in
his pants.

'My car is waiting just outside,' he said, 'Can I carry
your suitcases for you?'

'No, that's okay, we've got them.' countered Jenny.

The girls seized their luggage and started to make
their way towards the exit. Trailing behind, the white
man could not avoid staring, down at their smooth,
silky legs.

As the rented vehicle made its way throughout he
bustling streets of central Lagos, the girls peered
outside their windows. Their faces bearing a sealed
degree of disappointment: they were expecting a
slightly more pleasant environment. Their surroundings
presented them with rubbish and squalor. ­Unclean
streets crossing sideways with tight alleyways. The
vehicle slugged forward at a walking pace and was
slowly swallowed up by the masses of black people
inundating the busy city center. 'It's very different
isn't it?' said Craig.

'Yes. There aren't many white people here are there?'
asked Christina. She looked very nervous in the rear
passenger seat. For some reason black people had always
made her uncomfortable. Ever since she was a *****, she
had been afraid of them. ­She had never even shook
hands with a black person before and now here she was,
miles away from home and surrounded by masses of
'blackies' as she had once heard them called.

'No, this is Central Africa, it's very unlikely that
we'll meet any other whites whilst we're here.'
­replied Craig. Hearing the unwelcome words, the
younger woman carefully wound up window up, despite the
simmering heat.

'So where is Mum?' asked Jenny. 'She's at the hospital.
­We'll go and see her tomorrow. They have strict
visiting hours here. I've booked you a room each at my
hotel. ­We're heading there now. It's best if you both
get some rest. ­You've had a long journey.'

After seeing to Jenny, Craig ushered Christina into her
own hotel room. ­The old chamber had a feeble yet
disturbing pong. It had a stained deck and was losing
plaster in certain patches of its cracked sidewall.
Craig dunked her suitcase onto the bed; Christina moved
to the window to check out the view. There wasn't much
to see: ­a scabby, old building faced her room, nothing
more. The young woman didn't appear completely at ease.
'I know it's not the best,' said Craig, 'but there
weren't any other rooms left.'

Looking at the dingy side alleyway down below,
Christina tucked her hands beneath her arms and gave
herself a nervous embrace. 'Is Mum gonna be alright?'
she asked. 'I've been told that she'll be dismissed
within a week or two. We just need to be patient that's
all.'

The young girl moved towards her suitcase and unlatched
it. 'I can't wait to see her,' she uttered. 'I've been
so worried.'

'Listen, just take your time okay. Have some rest, take
a shower and we'll all go and see her tomorrow.' As the
deceiving words left his mouth, Craig couldn't help
drifting his gaze once again over the young blonde's
gorgeous little body. Again, he studied her delicate
feet, her smooth legs, her slim waist and her perky
little breasts.

Christina started to unpack her suitcase. She took out
some shorts and a couple of summer tops, then some
toiletries and some other perfumes. To Craig's
astonishment, she suddenly extracted a lacy pair of
white g-strings. Craig's throat moistened instantly at
the accidental sight of the young girl's underwear.
Once again, he began to eye her up and down. He
envisaged her intimately, wearing the sensual panties
beneath her clinging shorts.

'I think I'm going to take that shower,' she said
innocently; totally unsuspecting of the depraved
thoughts engulfing the white man standing only a few
feet away from her.

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Karen's Bitch Training


I was sitting in my dark living room sipping on a mixed
***** and fuming. It was nearly midnight. Because my
fifteen year old ******** had been caught sneaking out
in the past I had checked her room before I went to bed
and found that she was out again. Now I was sitting in
the dark and staring at the clock on the VCR and
waiting for her to come home so that I could **** her.
Well, not really. But I was furious and she was going
to know it.

In the last year it seemed like my entire life was just
going to hell. My husband and I had split up. Well, I
kicked him out. All we ever did was fight anymore. We
fought about everything. We fought about money and sex
and the best way to raise our teenage ********. We
fought about the house and the cars and the bills and
my shopping habits. But mostly we fought about sex.
Towards the end neither one of us seemed to have a
civil word for the other.

I would like to be able to say that our problems were
entirely my husband's fault. That would not be
accurate. I realized even while it was happening that
it was mostly my fault. Not entirely. But mostly.

I can't tell you why I made no effort to even meet him
half way. It isn't that I didn't love him anymore. I
still love him and I think that he still loves me. We
just couldn't stay in the same house any longer.

I have to admit that I have nearly spent us into the
poorhouse. I must be one of those compulsive shoppers.
I spent more money than we had every month and the more
my husband yelled at me about it the more I spent.

As for the sex, I have never been very fond of sex. It
always seemed so dirty, so demeaning. In the beginning
I kept my feelings to myself and did what I could to
make it pleasurable for my husband. But soon after our
******** was born I lost all interest and it became
more difficult to allow myself to be used that way. And
long before our relationship had devolved into a good
imitation of the warm up to a bout of professional
wrestling I had become untouchable. I have to admit
though that once the sex stopped altogether it was a
relief for me. I miss having a man around sometimes. I
miss being held and having someone to cuddle up to. But
I don't miss the sex.

After a particularly loud and mean spirited argument
one evening I insisted that my husband leave and not
come back. The second thoughts didn't start until he
had been gone for a few days.

We both have lawyers now. We are going through what
they call a trial separation. Our ******** is staying
with me but she blames me for the breakup. We are only
just barely able to be in the same room long enough to
eat dinner.

Lori is two months away from turning sixteen. She is a
beautiful girl in the body of a beautiful young woman.
She is intelligent but far too headstrong. Her
resentment since I threw her dad out has begun to
fester into open hostility. That hostility has lead to
fights that are reminiscent of the arguments that I was
having with her ****** before he left. She has become
all but unmanageable. She has started to dress like a
slut and on several occasions I have caught her
sneaking back into the house after midnight. If I
didn't need the ***** support money that I'm getting
from her ****** I'd send her off to live with him.
Unfortunately my job doesn't pay well enough to support
my shopping habits without the extra money I get from
him.

I am only thirty-two and I'm not ready to let myself
go. I have a great figure and it is important to me
that I dress well and that my wardrobe is stylish and
current. My job as a secretary isn't the most
satisfying or high paying job but it was the best that
I could do when I started working after Lori entered
the fourth grade. Since I didn't finished high school
and I had never worked before I was pretty darned lucky
to get that job.

I finally heard a noise at the front door and I heard
my ******** sneaking in. I was all ready to start
yelling at Lori. I didn't know what else I could do to
punish her. She was already grounded but she ignored
that. I had taken away her cell phone but she bought
another with her own money. I have no idea where she
got the money.

I waited for Lori to come in so I could let her have it
but she didn't. I heard noises from just inside the
front door and I realized that she was with a boy and
that they were making out by the door.

I lost it. I stormed through the living room and into
the foyer and when I saw the boy she was with I started
screaming at them. Boy! Young man was more like it. He
looked like he must surely be in his twenties. It was
hard to tell though. I'm not that familiar with black
people. It was hard for me to judge.

This young black man had his arms around my fifteen
year old ********! His hands were on her backside and
they were kissing, if you can call it that. It looked
like they were trying to swallow each other! It was the
most disgusting thing that I had ever seen.

I shrieked at them. I grabbed Lori's arm and jerked her
away from that ****** and when he turned to face me I
slapped him as hard as I could.

I screamed at him to leave my house immediately and
demanded that he never speak to my ******** again.

He stood there rubbing his cheek with his hand. He was
glowering at me and towering over me. I suddenly was
struck by just how large he was. He was at least six
feet tall, probably a couple inches taller than that.
He must have weighed well over two hundred pounds and
there did not appear to be an ounce of fat on him. He
was wearing a dark t-shirt and his muscles stuck out
all over the place. His arms were huge.

Still, despite his rather amazing physique and his
advanced age relative to my ********, I was not yet
aware of the peril I was in. I was in my house and he
was the young man sneaking my ******** home at
midnight. I was the ****** and I was in charge. It
wasn't until I saw the look in his eyes that I started
to feel uncomfortable.

He dropped his hand from his cheek and I saw the fury
in his face and I realized at last that I was not in
control here. I tried to bluff. I yelled at him to get
out before I called the police. When this threat
elicited nothing but a sneer from him I knew that I was
in trouble.

I was just about to yell at him again, to demand that
he leave. Before I could open my mouth Lori pulled her
arm out of my grip and in a disturbingly quiet, calm,
somewhat mocking voice she said, "******, I would like
you to meet Kevin. He is my boyfriend. I guess you
probably got that impression when you saw us."

Kevin and I were staring at each other in a battle of
wills that I was starting to feel myself losing. We
stared at each other in silence for what seemed like an
eternity before he said, "I am going to overlook what
you just did because I realize that you don't know any
better. But you are going to experience a lot of pain
if you are not a fast learner bitch. You don't ever hit
me. You don't hit any man. You don't every raise your
voice to me. You do not raise your voice to any man.
Your ******** was right. You need to learn your place
in the world just like she did."

I gasped loudly and exploded, "BITCH! Don't you dare
come into my house and call me a name. How dare you!
Get out! Get out this moment!"

The next thing I knew I was sitting on the floor
holding my face and gasping for breath. He had hit me!
No one had ever hit me before. Never! Not once in
thirty-two years had anyone ever raised a hand to me. I
was too shocked to even cry!

I sprang to my feet with the idea of attacking him and
scratching his eyes out but somehow I found myself back
on the floor rubbing my other cheek. I never even saw
him move his arm!

I screamed and jumped up again and the next thing that
I knew he had my arm twisted up behind my back and he
was holding a handful of my hair and I was powerless.

Kevin slowly lifted my arm higher behind my back until
I stopped struggling. I started to scream at him to
release me but as soon as the first syllable left my
lips he lifted my arm even further and my scream turned
into a cry of pain.

When I was finally subdued he pulled me close and
calmly said, "You were warned bitch. Now you are going
to have to be punished."

He turned to Lori and said, "I need some rope. Do you
have any?"

Lori, as calm as can be, replied, "I think there is
some in the garage. I'll get it."

As she turned away I called out, "Lori! What..."

That was as far as I got before Kevin lifted my arm and
cut me off. He leaned forward and with his lips right
at my ear he said, "Hush bitch. You are finally going
to learn your place. It is a shame that people have
spoiled you this way. You are such a pretty bitch."

I stood there, helpless and in shock as his lips moved
lightly over my neck which had been exposed by his firm
grip on my long, blonde hair. I started crying quietly
but I think that I was crying more from the frustration
I felt at being so totally helpless than anything else.

I wanted to scream at him to take his hands off of me,
to take his lips off of me. The nerve of this young
man! But until he turned me loose I didn't dare make a
sound.

I was feeling so ********. I was ******** by his very
presence in my home. But now, to be held helpless while
he brazenly kissed my neck! My god! This verged on
being ****!

****! As soon as the word flashed through my mind I
shuddered. Surely he wouldn't! My ******** was here. He
was her boyfriend. No. He wouldn't try that.

As if he was reading my mind the hand that was holding
my hair in its firm grip suddenly released me. Kevin
still had my arm twisted up behind my back and I could
not move. But his free hand now came to rest on my
shoulder before sliding down to cup my breast.

I struggled for only a second before the increasing
pressure on my arm ****** me to stand still as this
young black man who had come into my home and
effortlessly overpowered me gently but boldly began to
caress my breast through my blouse and bra.

I moaned as the horror of the situation I was in
finally began to sink into my brain. I don't know if
Kevin mistook my moan for something that it wasn't or
if he was just being facetious when he leaned his head
down and whispered, "Be patient you sweet little bitch.
First I have to punish you. Then will come the
pleasure."

I shook my head violently and in not much more than a
loud whisper I said, "No! No you can't!"

In response his tongue came out and lapped at my cheek
like a dog might. Then he chuckled and said, "You will
learn bitch. Soon you will learn not to say no. You do
not ever say no. Not to me, not to any man. I'm going
to teach you. I suspect that it will be a painful
lesson for you. But you will learn. Your ******** has
learned. She is much happier now. You will be much
happier once you have learned your place."

Lori came back into the foyer with her hands full of
rope. She saw her boyfriend's hand on my breast and
smiled. I knew that she resented me but how could she
countenance this?! Her boyfriend was going to punish me
and then **** me! Surely she didn't approve!

Kevin guided me into the living room and ordered Lori
to turn the lights on. Once the lights had been turned
on he looked around but apparently he wasn't satisfied
with what he saw. He took a piece of rope from Lori and
tied my arms behind my back. He looped it up around my
neck before he tied it off so that I had to hold my
arms up behind my back at an unnatural and
uncomfortable angle to keep from ******* myself.

He tied that rope off and then tied my ankles together.
He stood up when my ankles were secure and said, "I
want you to wait right there bitch. Don't move, don't
speak."

He turned and headed for the garage. I was too
terrified to just stand there. I had begun to realize
that I was in no position to make demands. I was ******
to plead.

I pleaded with Kevin to let me go. Or at least I tried.
I started to. As soon as I opened my mouth he turned
around and scowled fiercely. He stepped back over to
where I stood helplessly bound in the middle of the
room and as if he were speaking to a misbehaving *****
he said, "You just don't listen very well do you bitch?
Did you not hear me just now? Did you not hear me say
'don't speak'? You may be more difficult to train than
I thought."

He turned to Lori then and said, "Give me your
underwear."

I watched in dismay as Lori reached under her skirt and
pulled her panties down. She handed them to Kevin. He
wadded them up and turned back to me and said, "Open
your mouth bitch."

I stared at him aghast. It was obvious what he planned.
There was no way that I could allow him to put my
********* soiled underwear in my mouth. I just
couldn't!

He shook his head and grabbed a handful of my hair
again. He twisted and pulled on my hair and when I
screamed in pain he shoved my ********* panties into
my mouth. I heard her giggle as she watched him torment
me and that made my despair at this horrible situation
just that much deeper.

I struggled to push the panties out of my mouth with my
tongue and when I did I made another horrible
discovery. My ******** had had sex tonight! This man
had had intercourse with my young ********! The
evidence was now resting on my tongue. As soon as I
realized it I began to gag and when I did Kevin slapped
me again.

I looked up at him and he brought his face right down
to mine. He smiled and said, "If you throw up you might
drown. I would be sorry if that happened. I am really
looking forward to training you. So please control
yourself bitch."

I managed to control the urge to vomit. It was
difficult. But I didn't want to drown in my own vomit.

As Kevin turned and walked away I looked at Lori. I
pleaded with my eyes. I knew we had our problems. But
how could she allow anyone to treat her ****** this
way?!

Lori smiled sweetly and moved closer to me. She leaned
forward and kissed my cheek and said, "Don't worry
******. Once you are trained you will be so much
happier. You just need to learn how to please a man.
Kevin is going to make your life so much easier. And
wait until you see his big, beautiful cock. You're
going to love it. And not just him ******, he has a lot
of friends with big, black cocks. Once you have been
trained you are going to be so much happier. You'll
have something to occupy your time besides spending
daddy into bankruptcy. Sex is a lot more fun than
shopping mom. You'll see."

I shuddered in revulsion. I couldn't believe that this
girl was my ********. I didn't know her at all! She
wasn't just allowing her boyfriend to ******* and ****
her ******. She was taking pleasure from it!

Kevin came back from the garage and climbed up onto the
coffee table. I watched as he tapped on the ceiling
looking for a beam. When the sound told him that he had
located a beam he screwed a large hook into the
ceiling. When it was firmly in place he climbed down
and moved the coffee table out of the way. He pulled me
closer and when I was standing under the hook he
braided a length of rope into my hair and looped it
through the hook in the ceiling. He pulled it taut and
tied it off with no slack at all. The slightest
movement pulled painfully at my hair.

When he was satisfied he untied my ankles and stepped
back to examine me. He seemed pleased with his
handiwork, judging by the smile on his face. He stepped
closer once more and said, "Now to get you ready."

He reached out and began to shred my clothing with his
bare hands. He gripped the front of my blouse and tore
it apart. Buttons flew all over the room. The violence
of his actions only added to my steadily building
terror. He pushed my blouse down my arms and allowed it
to d**** over the ropes that secured my wrists. His
large hand came up and reached between my breasts. I
saw his muscles bulge as he jerked on my bra. The pain
in my shoulders and back before the surprisingly strong
garment let go caused me to cry out into the nylon
panties still stuffed into my mouth. But this strong
young man would not be denied and in seconds my bra was
hanging at my waist and my breasts were exposed.

I had always been very self-conscious about my body,
especially my small breasts. Well, they weren't that
small now. Until I became pregnant I was just barely a
B cup. After Lori was born they had grown to a C cup.
They had gotten slightly smaller when my body recovered
from ********** but not much and I was happier with
them now. But I was not in the habit of showing them
around. The only people who had seen my breasts were my
husband and my OB\GYN. The only two places that I was
ever nude were in the bathroom and the bedroom, and not
that often in the bedroom. I had never really been that
comfortable with my husband seeing me undressed. He
complained about it at first but that was the way that
I was raised. There was nothing wrong with being
proper.

Now this...this ****** that my ******** was dating was
tearing my clothes off and I could do nothing but allow
it. I had never been so humiliated in my life!

Kevin stood back and examined my breasts and smiled. He
was obviously pleased. He turned to Lori and said, "Go
out to my car and get my camera out of the trunk. I
want some pictures of this."

Lori spun around and hurried from the room as her
boyfriend reached out and cupped my breasts in his
hands. His hands seemed huge as they enveloped my
breasts. He leaned down and one at a time he took each
of my nipples into his mouth and teased them with his
tongue. I felt them react to his touch and it made me
furious that my body would betray me that way. I wanted
desperately to pull away from him but every move I made
pulled painfully at my hair. Finally I just closed my
eyes and tried to control the terror that was building
up inside of me.

I was going to be raped. I had always been very careful
and I had been reasonably certain that I would never
fall victim to this particularly heinous crime. I had
always been convinced that most of those women who were
raped were at least in part responsible for their own
fate. They had undoubtedly dressed inappropriately and
placed themselves in a dangerous situation. I never
made those mistakes. Now I was going to be raped in my
own home and my ******** was an accomplice! It was just
too horrible to contemplate.

I heard my ******** come back in and as her vile
boyfriend continued suckling on my breasts she began to
move around us taking pictures. After she had taken a
dozen pictures he stepped back and took the camera from
her. He took several pictures of my naked breasts and
then he ordered her to finish undressing me.

I could only groan in helplessness as I felt Lori move
up behind me and unfasten my skirt. Kevin continued
taking pictures as my ******** removed my skirt. He
laughed when my skirt was around my ankles and made fun
of my "granny panties" as Lori hooked her thumbs in the
waistband and slowly slid them off of me.

Kevin took more pictures as Lori slid my panties down.
When I was naked he lowered the camera and they stood
together and made fun of my full bush of pubic hair. He
stepped closer and grabbed a handful of my pubic hair
and as he pulled painfully he chuckled and asked, "Damn
bitch! Don't you ever trim this ****?!"

I just stood there crying. What else could I do?

Kevin took a knife out of his pocket and ordered Lori
to finish removing my blouse and my bra. When they were
gone he took a few more pictures and then he handed the
camera back to Lori and said, "I'm going to punish her
now. I wish I had brought my movie camera."

Lori volunteered, "We have one. Do you want me to get
it?"

Kevin nodded and asked, "Do you have a tripod?"

Lori nodded and ran out of the room.

While she was gone her boyfriend began exploring my
body with his large hands. I felt so dirty as he slid
his fingers through my exposed pubic region and then
went behind me and explored the area between my
buttocks that had never been touched by a man. His
large finger pressed against my anus and he said, "I
don't even have to ask. I know there has never been a
cock in here. I bet you've never sucked a cock either,
have you bitch? The amount of cherries I'm getting from
you and your ******** are really starting to add up. I
popped her cherry pussy and her cherry ass and her
cherry mouth. Now I'm going to pop your cherry ass and
your cherry mouth. And I bet your cunt is so tight it's
just like a cherry. A bitch as uptight as you are has
never been broken in right. But don't worry bitch. By
the time I invite my friends over to fuck you, you are
going to fuck and suck like a pro."

My mind was reeling. What kind of monster was this
man?! How did my ******** fall into his clutches?! How
long has he been ********* her?

Kevin's fingers moved out from between my buttocks and
caressed them before he moved back around and cupped my
pubic mound. He smiled and said, "Before I fuck you
that hair is going to have to go bitch. You look like a
fucking sheep!"

I felt his fingers moving and one of them began to
penetrate me. I was completely dry of course and I
grunted in pain as his large finger was ****** into my
vagina. Relief washed over me as he pulled his finger
out of me. He looked at me and through my tears I could
see the disgust on his face. He stared me right in the
eye as he put his finger in his mouth and wet it and
then slowly returned it to my vagina.

It made me furious that I couldn't even shake my head.
I was totally helpless as he slowly teased my labia and
then I felt his finger move inside of me. His finger
was nearly as large as my husband's penis and as that
realization came over me I suddenly remembered that
stereotype about black men and wondered if it was true.
I had never been very comfortable with my husband's
five inch penis. It was the only one that I have ever
seen but I had heard about black men and now that it
appeared that I was going to be ****d by one I was
concerned.

Her boyfriend was still working his finger into me when
Lori returned with the camera and tripod. She smiled as
if she was amused at what this vile young man was doing
to me and asked him where he wanted the camera.

She set it up nearby and started it and then, while she
came closer and began taking pictures with Kevin's
digital still camera he pulled his large leather belt
off and wrapped the buckle end around his hand a few
times.

Despite the pain in my scalp I shook my head violently
and twisted around, trying to pull my hair free of the
rope that held me in place. I managed only to amuse my
tormentors. I caused myself more pain and more
*********** when my breasts began bouncing around as if
to amuse them.

Kevin moved out of sight behind me and after a short
pause I heard his belt swish through the air and I felt
an explosion of pain on my butt. I screamed into my gag
and tried desperately to think of some way to make him
understand that this was wrong, that he couldn't do
this to me.

Seconds later there was that noise again and again I
felt the horrible pain as his belt came in contact with
my tender flesh. I screamed once more into the gag and
struggled to stay in place. My body's natural desire to
avoid this horrible pain caused me to move away from
the only place that I could stand without pulling at
the hair on my head. Every time he struck me with that
thing I jumped and nearly fell as the rope pulled me
back into place.

The first half dozen lashes struck on my buttocks. Then
he began to work the belt down my legs. When he had
finished covering my legs in welts he moved up and
tried to whip my back. Because of the way my arms were
restrained behind me he wasn't able to whip my back
very well. So he moved around in front of me.

When I realized that he was going to continue whipping
me I nearly passed out from the terror. I was crying
hysterically now. The pain was unimaginable,
unbearable. I would have done anything at this point to
make it stop. I would even have allowed him to **** me.

But he wasn't finished. Through my tears I watched his
arm go back and I saw the violent stroke coming as he
brought the belt down on my breasts. I think that at
that moment I did pass out, if only for a second. The
pain in my scalp when my legs went out from under me
was like a bucket of cold water bringing me quickly
back to awareness.

I tried closing my eyes but I couldn't. I had to watch.
I had to know when the pain was going to come. His arm
went back again and again. And again and again the pain
washed over me as that heavy piece of leather beat
violently against my breasts and my stomach and down my
belly to my upper thighs. I have no idea how long it
lasted or how many times he struck me. It seemed to go
on for hours. I know that it didn't. But it seemed like
it.

He finally dropped his arm to his side and stood in
front of me looking me over. When I had calmed down a
little, when my crying had become a little less
hysterical, he put his finger under my chin and lifted
my head. He looked me in the eye and asked, "If I
remove that gag now and untie your arms will you stand
still and remain quiet?"

I nodded my head as much as I was able to.

He smiled and said, "If you disobey me it starts
again."

I nodded again and he reached between my lips and
pulled my ********* soiled underwear out of my mouth.
I gasped for air and tried desperately to get moisture
in my mouth but I uttered not a sound.

He stared at me for a few moments before he moved
behind me and untied my wrists. The pain in my wrists
and shoulders and the chafing from the rope that went
around my neck were finally gone and I sighed in
relief.

Kevin moved back in front of me and in the voice a
parent might use on a recalcitrant ***** he said, "I
took it easy on you because you've never been properly
trained and didn't realize the rules. If I have to
punish you again it will be much worse. But I won't
have to punish you again. Will I?"

I groaned in pain and breathlessly answered, "No! Oh
god no! Please. I'll be good. Don't punish me again.
Please."

Kevin smiled and said, "Sir. You must always address me
as sir. Me, my friends, men on the street, every male
is sir to you. Don't forget."

I quickly answered, "No sir. I won't forget. I promise
sir."

I was still restrained. My hair was still tied to the
rope that went up to the hook in the ceiling. But even
if that rope had been removed I was far too terrified
to do anything but obey. I wasn't thinking of the
horrible fate that awaited me. I was only grateful that
the whipping had stopped. I hated myself for it, but I
realized that I would do anything to avoid being struck
by that belt again.

I tried not to think about what "anything" meant. Kevin
had already been quite clear about that. But I didn't
want to think about it. I just knew that I couldn't
take that whipping again. I had never been struck
before and I would do anything to avoid being struck
again.

Kevin instructed Lori to go and get everything that I
would need to shave my pubic area. While she was doing
that Kevin examined my bruised body with his fingers.
As his fingers grazed lightly over my ****** flesh he
said, "So, you have learned your lesson after only one
punishment session?"

I quickly responded, "Yes sir! I promise!"

He chuckled and asked, "You are going to try to tell me
that in only fifteen minutes you have become a
completely changed woman. You have seen the error of
your ways and I will never have to punish you again?"

I immediately swore that I had changed.

He cupped my red, sore breast in his large hand and
said, "I have never seen a bitch as fucked up in the
head as you were that could change after just one
whipping. I suspect we'll be doing that again before
very long. That's alright bitch, don't bother to argue.
I'm sure you have good intentions. But it won't be long
before I have to whip you again. And remember what I
said, I took it easy on you this time because you
didn't know any better. I might be wrong though. Your
little girl was a fast learner. Maybe you are too.
We'll see."

I tried to ***** that image out of my mind as his hand
mauled my breasts. He ran his hands over my stomach and
then back up and said, "I have to give you credit
bitch. For an old broad you are in pretty damned good
shape. Lori said you have a swimming pool out back.
Don't you ever go outside? You have the whitest skin I
ever saw."

I winced as his hand moved over the red stripes on my
stomach. I answered, "I go out sometimes, in the
morning and evening. I always use lots of sun block
though. I try to take care of myself."

Lori finally came back into the room and set everything
down on the coffee table. Kevin freed my hair from the
rope but left the rope hanging from the hook. I assumed
that its presence would be a constant reminder, as if
one were needed. He sat down on the couch and told Lori
to get the movie camera off of the tripod and record my
first pubic shave.

When Lori had the camera ready Kevin instructed me to
pull the coffee table over in front of him and spread
the towel out and sit down where he could see what I
was doing. While I was doing that Lori moved around
behind Kevin and recorded everything on the disk.

I pulled the table around and spread the towel out and
sat down. I spread my legs and tried not to think about
the two of them watching and the camera catching my
every move. I picked up the scissors and after a pause
to look at my pubic hair for the last time I started
carefully snipping it off.

I am a natural blonde and although I had a lot of pubic
hair it was light colored, almost red, and the hair was
very fine. I hated cutting it off because I had heard
that if you shave it off it was much more coarse when
it returned. But I was certainly not going to say no to
Kevin.

I trimmed until there was only stubble remaining. I had
to pick up the pile of hair I had cut off and move it
out of my way before I continued. I moistened the
entire area with the damp cloth and then I spread a
layer of shaving foam all around and let it sit for a
moment.

I could feel their eyes on me as I picked up the safety
razor and began to shave. It was so humiliating. But
after everything else that had happened since I caught
these two in my foyer this evening, and everything else
that was to come, this was only a minor ***********. I
knew there was far worse to come.

I shaved all of the stubble off and Kevin made me
spread more foam on my mound. He ordered me to spread
my legs even farther apart and place my heels on the
edge of the coffee table. I sat there, splayed wide,
and he took the camera back from Lori and said, "Okay
girl, you get down there and go back over it. Make sure
she didn't miss anything."

I watched in shock as Lori came around and knelt to the
side so that Kevin could watch as she shaved my mound
for the amusement of her boyfriend and whoever he might
show that movie to.

When Lori had finished she used the damp cloth to wipe
me off and then Kevin ordered me to lie back and lift
my legs and spread them. It didn't even occur to me to
refuse. Nor did I consider refusing when he said, "Okay
bitch. Spread those cheeks so she can make sure you
aren't hiding any hair around your tight little
asshole. I like my virgins hairless."

I had avoided looking at my ********* face but now I
glanced at her and it broke my heart to see nothing but
amusement as I reached down and spread my buttocks open
so that she could inspect my nether regions for her
boyfriend. What could he have done to her to make her
like this?! Or could it really have been me?

Lori inspected my...that area for stray hairs and after
a moment Kevin asked, "Well, did you find any?"

Lori answered, "A few. Do you want me to shave her
there?"

He replied, "No. We don't want any stubble there. Pull
them out."

Lori got up and came back with a pair of tweezers and
with apparent glee she pulled a half a dozen hairs from
back there. She ran her hand through the space between
my buttocks and pronounced me hairless.

Kevin then permitted me to sit up. He ordered Lori to
clean away the shaving supplies and I stood up to fold
the towel up and hand it to her. She returned a moment
later and Kevin ordered her to undress.

Lori didn't even hesitate. Neither did she seem the
least bit ill at ease as she quickly stripped off her
only two garments, a t-shirt and a miniskirt. I
couldn't help noticing her perfect little body. The
last time I had seen her less than fully dressed was
when I helped her buy a training bra when she was
eleven. I had noticed her growing up of course. But
still, it was a shock to see her naked and mature body,
especially under these circumstances.

Once Lori had undressed he ordered her to stand beside
me. He looked at our naked bodies and smiled and said,
"Damn! You two could be fucking sisters! Lori, how come
you didn't tell me your ****** was such a hot bitch?"

Lori shrugged and said, "I've never seen her naked
before. Besides, she's such a frigid bitch it just
never occurred to me. She doesn't turn me on. I had no
idea you'd want to fuck her skanky ass. She drove my
****** away and he is the nicest guy in the world. I
figured no guy would want anything to do with her."

Kevin shook his head and responded, "That was your
******'s problem you stupid cunt. He didn't know how to
treat her. He let the bitch get away with thinking she
was too fucking good for him. She has a hot little bod.
She just needs a strong man to train her. You just
wait. When I'm through straightening this bitch out
she'll be the perfect wife for your old man."

Kevin put down the movie camera and picked up the
digital and took a dozen pictures of Lori and me
standing side by side. He made us turn around slowly
and took pictures until we faced him again. He smiled
and said, "The guys are gonna get a kick out of these.
They're gonna love you, bitch."

I tried not to think about the meaning of that.

Kevin stood up then and stood in front of me. I kept my
eyes down. I was too scared to look him in the face.

He waited for a moment and when I didn't look up he
said, "Look at me bitch."

I cringed as if he had struck me but I looked up and
struggled to look him in the eye. He grinned at me and
asked, "Remember what you said bitch?"

I wasn't sure what he was referring to. He saw the
confusion in my eyes and he said, "Did you forget
already? You said that you will be good now. You
promised that I wouldn't have to punish you again. You
told me that you had learned your lesson."

A shiver ran through my body as he mentioned
punishment. I responded quickly, "No sir. I haven't
forgotten. I'll be good. I promise sir."

His grin grew wider and I knew that he didn't believe
that I would keep my word. I knew that what was about
to happen to me would be very difficult for me to deal
with. But my entire body was still burning from that
horrible whipping and I had no intention of giving him
any reason to do that again, that and worse.

He just said, with a great deal of skepticism, "We'll
see. I'm going to ask you some questions now. If I
catch you in a lie..."

He didn't finish his sentence. He simply reached out
and traced one of the whip marks on my chest. That was
all the threat that was necessary. He knew it too. He
saw it in my eyes.

"First question," he said. "How many men have fucked
you?"

I was proud of the fact that I had been a virgin when I
married and that I had never cheated on my husband. But
I hated answering these personal questions from a
stranger, especially in front of my ********. I was
cowed though. I didn't even think of not answering.

I tried to look back down at the floor. It was hard
enough to answer these kinds of questions without
having to look this strong, violent young man in the
eye. He would allow me not even that amount of privacy
though. He lifted my chin back up and said, "Don't look
away bitch."

I sighed and answered quietly, "One sir. I have only
had sex with one man, my husband."

He laughed and said, "That isn't what I asked you
bitch. I asked you how many men have fucked you. Try
again."

I felt myself turning even redder. I had never used
that word in my life. I glanced at Lori. She laughed
and said, "Fuck mom. The word is fuck. That's what you
call it when dad put his cock in your cunt. He fucked
you. Not very often, apparently. Not often enough. But
on those rare occasions when you spread your legs for
him he fucked you."

I stared at Lori in shock. Those horrible words just
rolled off of her tongue like the most natural thing in
the world. I never allowed her to use foul language,
not even damn! What kind of people was she hanging
around with! But then I looked back at Kevin and my
question answered itself.

I finally steeled myself and answered, "Only one man
has fucked me sir."

He saw how difficult it was for me to say that word and
it really amused him.

"Second question," he said. "How many cocks have you
sucked?"

I hesitated even longer with this question. I wasn't
sure how to answer it. I saw Kevin getting impatient
and I blurted out, "I never sucked a cock sir. I kissed
one a few times but I hated it. It was so demeaning. I
just couldn't do it. It is so nasty."

He laughed again and said, "I didn't think so. I'm not
even going to ask you if anyone has every fucked your
tight ass. I know that's a cherry."

He stood there, close enough to touch, and he said,
"Take my cock out bitch. Take it out and hold it in
your hand while we talk."

I didn't look down. I couldn't. I kept my eyes on his
as I reached out and felt for his zipper. My fingers
encountered the large bulge in the front of his pants
and before I could stop myself I pulled my hands back
as if I had stuck them in a fire.

His grin got a little wider but he just stood there and
waited for me to obey his last order.

I reached out again and this time I found his zipper. I
pulled it down carefully and reached in. I felt around
for his cock and when I found it I gasped. I had to
look down to confirm what I was feeling. It was huge!

It was easily twice as long as my husband's and nearly
three times as big around. It was not going to be
possible to pull it out through the opening in his
pants. I unbuttoned the button on his jeans and reached
inside his boxers. I wrapped my fingers around his
large, hot shaft and as I gripped him I realized to my
great dismay that he was not completely hard yet! It
felt like a huge snake.

I glanced over at my fifteen year old *********
smiling face and thought surely there was no way he was
able to get this huge thing inside of her small body!

Lori knew what I was thinking. She said, "Don't worry
mom. You're going to love that fat cock once you get
used to it. I do."

I turned back to Kevin and he said, "Tell me about your
husband's cock bitch."

I almost whispered, "It's smaller. It's much smaller."

I saw his expression change and I realized what I had
done. I quickly interjected, "Sir! It is much smaller
sir. My husband's cock is about five inches long and
perhaps three quarters of an inch in diameter. It
is...what else? What else do you want to know about it
sir?"

Kevin said, "****! No wonder you're frigid. You're
still a fucking virgin. You've never had a real cock in
your cunt. You don't even know what it's like to get
fucked. I'll never understand how he knocked you up
with a tiny pecker like that."

I had no answer for that. I just stood there with his
twitching penis in my hand and waited for the next
question.

He reached down and started moving my hand slowly up
and down on his shaft. After he showed me what he
wanted he took his hand away. I continued to move my
hand the way he wanted and he asked me, "Did you ever
fool around with another woman?"

I shook my head violently and responded, "No sir! I
would never to that! That's an abomination!"

He said, "I'm not sure what an abomination is. But you
better just get the word never right out of your
screwed up head. If I tell you to eat a cunt you're
going to eat a cunt. And just in case you are
wondering, I like to watch a woman eating cunt. It's
even more fun if they are a ************** team."

As I contemplated what he had just said I felt the bile
rise in my throat. I didn't think that I could do it.
It would be hard to choose between the beating
and...and having sex with my ********. But then I
realized that if I refused, if I said no to this man he
would beat me until I did whatever he wanted anyway. Oh
god! I just didn't think I could do it without getting
sick.

He was watching me. I knew that he was enjoying playing
with my mind. I felt his penis getting harder as I
slowly massaged it and I was sure that the expression
on my face was turning him on more than what I was
doing with my hand.

Kevin watched me in silence for a long moment before he
said, "Last question bitch. Has anyone ever eaten your
cunt?"

I shuddered again. Everything out of this man's vile
mouth seemed to be calculated to be revolting.

I thought back to the few times in our sixteen years of
marriage that my husband had tried to get me to let him
do just that. I remembered still how offended I had
been that he had even suggested such a disgusting
thing.

Kevin was getting impatient for his answer. I took a
deep breath and responded, "No sir. No one has ever
eaten my cunt."

Cunt! I had always thought that was the most demeaning,
crude, disgusting word in the English language. I would
not permit it in my presence and if I heard it come
from the mouth of anyone I knew I never forgot and I
never forgave. And now I had said it.

I had stood right here in front of my ******** and said
that no one had ever eaten my cunt. I had said fuck and
cock. Three of the most odious words I knew of. And
although it was well after midnight I knew that the
night was just getting started. I realized that I was
certain to say and do a lot worse before this monster
was satisfied.

Kevin reached down and grabbed the bottom of his t-
shirt and pulled it off. It had been obvious that his
body was well developed but watching his muscles ripple
under his dark black skin was terrifying. I couldn't
help but appreciate his well sculpted body. Nor could I
help looking at him and thinking that he could snap me
like a twig with almost no effort at all.

He dropped his t-shirt and worked his sneakers off with
his toes and kicked them away. Then he said, "I'll let
you finish unwrapping your present now bitch. Let's get
this show on the road."

More than anything I didn't want to do this. I was
terrified after actually seeing his huge sex organ. He
pushed me to my knees and I grabbed the waist of his
jeans and carefully pulled them down without dragging
his boxers down with them. I glanced up as I worked
them down his legs and it was obvious that he was
amused.

I heard Lori chuckle and then she said, "Jesus mom. Get
on with it. It doesn't bite."

Kevin placed his hand on top of my head and balanced
himself as he stepped out of his jeans. I placed them
on the coffee table and then I reached back up and
slipped my fingers into the waistband of his underwear.
I slowly worked them down over his massive penis and
then stopped and stared in awe as it bounced right in
my face.

The shaft seemed to be even darker than his dark skin.
The massive head was much lighter with a huge opening
in the tip. There was a clear liquid oozing out of the
hole. On a few occasions I had been aware of my
husband's organ oozing this disgusting liquid but I
almost never touched or even looked at his sex organ.

I did not think much of the male sex organ. They were a
necessary evil. They were ugly and smelly and
unpleasant and I always thought that it was a terrible
mistake that they were a necessary part of procreation.

Now I was on my knees in front of this depraved young
black man and his organ was only inches from my face. I
became aware of the unmistakable odor of sex. He had
had sex with someone tonight. I didn't have to think
about it too hard to realize that he must have been
with my ********. I had already tasted the evidence
when he had pushed her panties into my mouth before he
whipped me.

As much as I hated it I couldn't help but be impressed
by his swollen organ. Terrified, but impressed. It must
be at least ten inches long, if not longer. It was so
close to my face I couldn't accurately judge. And it
looked as big around as my wrist.

I glanced at my wrist then and I realized that it might
even be larger than my wrist! I thought that this thing
would surely **** me. But then I thought of Lori and
how much she claimed to enjoy having it used on her. I
couldn't imagine it though. Not in me. (I found out
later that Lori had measured it and it was actually
just over nine inches long and just under four inches
around at the base. I suppose that it just looked so
much larger in my face and seeing it for the first time
like that.)

I came out of my trance and finished removing Kevin's
shorts. I dropped them on his jeans and waited for my
next disgusting order.

Kevin sat down on the couch and spread his legs. He
said, "Okay bitch. I'm going to start you out slow,
just to show you what a nice guy I am."

Lori giggled and kept taking pictures.

Kevin said, "I want you to come over here and show me
and Lori how happy you are with the new cock in your
life. I want you to kiss my balls and my cock and then
lick them. I'll let you know when I get tired of that."

I shuffled a little closer to him on my knees and I
leaned down. As my face came closer to his crotch I was
struck again by the odor of sex. I looked closer and I
could see white flakes around the base of his organ and
clinging to the hair on his testicles.

I wanted desperately to beg him to let me wash him. I
knew that he would refuse though. There was no doubt in
my mind that the idea of ******* me to clean him with
my mouth after he had sex with my ******** ********
amused him greatly. How did a person become so
depraved?!

I took a deep breath and held it and touched my lips to
Kevin's testicles. I held my breath for as long as
possible and moved my pursed lips around his crotch as
he had instructed. As I did my ******** was right in my
face with that camera taking picture after picture of
my ***********.

After a minute or so Kevin laughed and said, "You look
like a fucking chicken pecking away like that. I said
kiss them you stupid bitch, not peck at them. Is that
how you kiss? No wonder your fucking husband left you.
You can't fuck, you won't suck and you kiss like a
fucking chicken! Now do it right or I'll get the ropes
back out."

I tried as much as possible to breathe through my mouth
but I think I was getting used to the smell after
spending several minutes with my face buried in his
crotch. And of course he was sitting there now with his
legs splayed out so he was getting aired out, so to
speak.

I started over, actually kissing the wrinkled, hairy
skin of his testicles. I covered the sack with light
kisses and then I kissed my way up the shaft of his
very intimidating penis.

His penis began to throb more violently as I kissed it
and with each throb more of that clear fluid oozed out
and covered the large knob at the top of the shaft. By
the time I had kissed my way up the shaft that fluid
was beginning to run down the sides and my lips were
coated with it by the time I had kissed my way to the
tip.

Kevin stopped me then and told me to lick my lips
before I started licking his balls. I felt like gagging
as I ran my tongue around my lips and tasted the gross,
slimy lubricant that was oozing out of his sex organ.
Once I got past the idea of how nasty it was to be here
on my knees between the legs of this young black man
and licking his bodily fluids from my lips I realized
that there was almost no taste at all. The idea of it
was nauseating but the fluid itself was mild, almost
without any flavor at all.

I finished licking my lips and tentatively ran my
tongue over his large testicles. This time there was a
taste. I suppose it was a mixture of tastes. I could
taste his salty sweat and the dried residue of his
recent sexual tryst with my ********. I tried not to
think about it as I slowly moved my tongue around his
testicles.

I coated his wrinkled sack with saliva and started to
lick the base of his penis when he stopped me. He
lifted his legs and scooted forward in his seat and
ordered me to lick the crack between his buttocks and
then to lick his anus. Except that those weren't the
words that he used.

I stared at him in shock for a few seconds. I knew that
I was going to end up performing fellatio on him. But
this! Did people actually do that?! One look at his
face, however, and I knew that whether people did it or
not I was going to do it.

I tried not to look. I stared at his muscular chest as
I bent my neck at an uncomfortable angle and lightly
worked my tongue through his sweaty, hairy crevice. I
shuddered in disgust as my tongue moved through that
dark, dank, incredibly nasty part of his body. The
taste of his sweat was stronger here, and there was
another flavor as well. It was a dark, musky taste that
I tried not to think about. I probably knew what it
was, but I just couldn't think about it.

I ****** myself to continue. I moved my tongue through
that nasty crevice and over his anus several times
before I stopped and concentrated on the anus itself.
He really enjoyed it. His eyes closed and he moaned in
pleasure as I worked on him with my tongue. His body
tensed up and trembled as I moved my tongue around. I
had no idea that that part of the body was such a
sensitive erogenous zone. On the other hand, I didn't
care. It was not information that I had any desire to
use in the future. This was the most disgusting,
demeaning act that I could imagine.

Kevin let me work at his anus for a long time. I was
shaking from working with my neck at such an
uncomfortable angle and my jaw and my tongue were so
tired that I was afraid that I was about to lose the
ability to control them when he finally dropped his
legs and told me to resume where I had left off.

I noticed that his shaft was now nearly covered in the
fluid leaking from the tip. He must have been very
excited by what he had just made me do. I hoped he
would not want to do it again. I hated having to use my
tongue on his sex organs. But the other, what he had
just made me do, that was disgusting beyond
description.

I returned to licking his shaft and now I was cleaning
the fluids from his taut black skin with every touch of
my tongue.

He had regained his composure and was now watching me
with that arrogant smile back on his face. I continued
to work mindlessly. I couldn't think about what I must
look like with my mouth ministering to a large, black
sex organ, a sex organ that had recently been in my
young ********* vagina! If I thought about it I'd go
crazy.

It seemed to take a long time but I finally licked my
way to the top of that large symbol of male dominance.
As I slathered the knob atop his throbbing shaft with
my tongue he smiled and said, "You're doing better than
I thought you would bitch. Maybe I won't have to beat
you again after all, at least, not for a while. I don't
doubt that you'll fuck up eventually. Your head is too
screwed up for you to come around this quick. But
that's okay. I'll do whatever it takes to make a good
bitch out of you. I'm just that kind of a guy. Now,
wrap your lips around that cock and show me how much
work you need to do before you can be a decent
cocksucker. And be careful. I don't want to feel your
teeth. If you bite my cock bitch, I'll pull every
fucking one of them out with a pair of pliers and you
can live the rest of your life on a diet of nice hot
cum. I've done it before."

I believed him. But even as terrified as I was I didn't
know how I could take enough of that monster penis into
my mouth to satisfy him and yet keep from touching it
with my teeth. Still, the mental picture of this sadist
removing my teeth with a pair of pliers was quite a
training tool. I didn't think that I would be able to
satisfy him with my mouth. But I was determined that my
teeth would never touch him.

I wrapped my lips around the thick, wet knob and
slowly, carefully began to slide them down the shaft.
He watched patiently for several minutes as I tried to
suck on the three inches of his penis that I was able
to ***** into my mouth. He watched my inadequate
performance in amusement and then he said, "Okay bitch,
I'll admit you're trying. You ain't worth a **** at it,
but you are trying. Use your tongue stupid."

I had been trying very hard to keep from touching his
penis with anything but my lips and the roof of my
mouth. Now I began moving my tongue over the underside
of his shaft, all the while trying desperately to avoid
touching him with my teeth.

He let me work for a few more minutes and then he said,
"Take a break bitch. Sit back and watch how it's
supposed to be done. Lori, show your mom how to suck a
fucking cock. Whoever let this bitch grow up this
fucking stupid oughta get their ass kicked."

I sat back on my heels and watched in disbelief as my
sweet, petite, fifteen year old ******** wrapped her
small hand around his large shaft and bent over and
took it into her mouth. She tightened her lips around
it and began driving her mouth down, taking more and
more of him into her mouth with each stroke until, with
a strange uncomfortable noise her lips suddenly slid
all the way down until they were stretched to the limit
around the base of his organ. I could actually see the
swelling in her throat as his penis entered her!

It made me gag to watch but she slowly pulled back to
the tip and did it again, and then again as I watched
in disbelief.

After she had done that a half a dozen times he pushed
her away. Then he smiled at me and said, "I don't
expect you to be able to do that, yet. It took me
almost two weeks to train her. I'll start you out easy
on some smaller cocks first. Then you can work your way
up to me. I'm not unreasonable. Now, get back to work.
I don't expect you to do what your little girl just
did. But I want to see you doing better than you just
did. You need to get a mouthful of cum and find out
what it tastes like. You are going to be eating a lot
of it from now on so you need to get used to it."

I think that by this point my mind was becoming numb. I
had no idea what time it was. If I had to guess I would
estimate that it had been almost two hours since I
discovered Kevin groping my ******** in the foyer.
Since that moment my already crumbling life had been
turned upside down. I had been subjected to more
perversion in however much time had passed since
midnight than in the entire preceding thirty-two years
of my life. I was physically and mentally exhausted and
terrorized beyond my ability to cope.

I think that, as I steadied his penis with my hand the
way my ******** had and placed my lips back around the
large knob my mind was all but disengaged. I was almost
beyond caring that I now had a black man's penis in my
mouth and my ******** was taking high quality digital
pictures of my efforts.

I began to slide my lips down Kevin's shaft once more,
this time using my tongue to tickle the underside. I
managed to take a little more of it into my mouth this
time. I kept trying to ***** more of it into the back
of my mouth but every time I got to a certain point I
began to gag uncontrollably.

Kevin finally said, "Lori, help the stupid cunt out."

Lori put the camera down and knelt beside me. My eyes
were so full of tears that I couldn't see but I felt
her naked body beside me and her hand took mine and
placed it around the base of Kevin's penis. She spoke
softly as she began to instruct me on how to move my
hand on his shaft while I sucked on that portion of it
which I was able to take into my mouth.

I followed her instruction and as I sucked she placed
her hand on the back of my head and said, "Now mom, the
hardest part to get over is the gag reflex. I learned
that if I attempted to swallow before I worked my lips
down his cock then after a few times I didn't gag any
more. You still won't be able to take it into your
throat yet. Not until you have gotten used to doing it
with some smaller cocks first. Kevin is just too well
hung for that. But you can take more than three fucking
inches for Christ's sake. Come on now. That's it,
swallow first. Good girl!"

I was surprised that it seemed to actually work. It
wasn't easy. I couldn't actually swallow with that big
hunk of male meat in my mouth. But the effort seemed to
reduce the gag reflex significantly. Soon I was taking
nearly five inches of his penis into my mouth.

Lori seemed satisfied and took her hands away, letting
me continue on my own. As I sucked she said, "Kevin is
going to cum pretty soon. It is important that you
don't spill any. That's like a major insult. You never
spill a man's cum when you suck his cock. Sometimes
they will want to cum in your face or on your tits or
something. But if you are sucking their cocks you have
to be careful not to let it spill out of your mouth.
That's important. If the guy isn't cumming down your
throat the trick is you pull back and wrap your lips
around the head of his cock and finish him off with
your hand. Unless he has a real big load of cum you can
hold it all in your mouth. Don't try to swallow until
he is finished. Not unless it is about to overflow.
Don't freak out. Just stay calm and let your mouth fill
up and then, after you've drained his cock you can
swallow. Then you lick the last few drops off of the
head of his cock. But be careful because it is very
sensitive for the first few minutes after he cums."

I was listening so intently that at first I didn't even
notice the absurdity of me, a grown woman, getting
fellatio lessons from my young ********.

The lessons were helping though. I was no longer
******* or gagging and now that I was using my hand on
the portion of his shaft that I couldn't get into my
mouth I could sense that he was getting closer to
reaching orgasm. I had mixed emotions about that. I
dreaded having a mouthful of that disgusting stuff. But
I was anxious to get this over with. My mouth and my
arm were both getting very tired.

Lori was sitting back watching me now and at the
appropriate time she said, "Okay mom. Do what I told
you now, and start moving your hand real fast. Oh yeah,
and use your other hand to cup his balls. He likes that
a lot."

I reached my left hand up and cupped his testicles and
began moving my right hand rapidly up and down his
shaft. I moved my lips back to the head and as soon as
I did I felt the first stream of hot male sperm hit the
back of my throat. I couldn't help it. I gagged. But I
didn't pull away and I didn't stop what I was doing.

Lori lightly moved her hand over my back and in a calm
voice said, "You're doing great mom. Just relax and let
it happen."

I ****** myself to calm down and let my mouth fill up
with Kevin's ejaculate. I had just about reached the
point that I was going to have to swallow when he
finally stopped cumming. He reached out and held my
hand and my head still and said, "Okay bitch. You can
relax now. Not bad for a first time. Me and Lori will
make a cocksucker out of you yet. Now, I don't want you
to swallow yet. Sit up and hold my cum in your mouth
until I tell you that you can swallow it. I want you to
get used to the taste."

I sat up on my heels with my mouth full of his
ejaculate. It felt hot in my mouth. I know it was all
in my mind but it was almost burning me. I ******
myself to calm down and for the first time I tasted the
disgusting slime that comes out of a man's penis when
he has an orgasm. It was very unpleasant. It was
bitter, acidic, bleachy, it was every bit as horrible
as I imagined that it would be.

I managed to hold it in my mouth though. I had not lost
the terror of what this man might do to me if I
displeased him. I doubt if I would ever forget the pain
of that horrible whipping as I stood tied helplessly to
a hook in my ceiling. That had been a life changing
moment.

Now I sat on my heels and stared at Kevin and my
********. She had moved up beside him on the couch
after Kevin ejaculated into my mouth and now she was
holding his softening penis while he held her in his
arms and pulled and squeezed on one of her not quite
mature breasts.

They were watching me with amused looks on their faces.
I would expect nothing less from him but I couldn't
imagine that Lori would have grown to hate me so much
in so short a time that she could derive pleasure from
the torment that I was suffering now.

She was though. Her face, so sweet and even now so
angelic, positively glowed as she sat there and cradled
that large black phallus that had just filled my mouth
with slime and allowed that uneducated black man who
was at least five years her senior to paw her body that
way.

I was suddenly struck by how completely I had failed as
both a wife and a ******. I had alienated my husband
and thrown him out and I had apparently turned my
******** into a slut to be used and ****** by black men
even to the point that she would allow one of them to
beat and **** her own ******. As a result I now sat at
the feet of a young black man that I had met for the
first time two hours ago with my mouth full of his
slime and my body red and sore as a consequence of
being beaten with a thick leather belt. Perhaps I
deserved what was happening to me after all.

Kevin finally let me swallow the mouthful of slime he
had deposited there. They both watched in amusement as
I ****** it down. When I had managed to swallow it and
keep it down Kevin turned to Lori and asked, "Is my car
locked?"

She answered, "I don't know. The camera was in the
trunk. I didn't check the doors."

He tapped her butt and said, "Go out and check and then
we'll go to bed."

Lori stood up and started to dress but he stopped her.
"That's alright babe. You don't need that ****. It's
late. Nobody is going to see you."

I watched in dismay as Lori slid her feet into her
sandals and walked calmly out of the house in the nude.
I was so concerned with my ********'s nudity that at
first I missed the import of what Kevin had just said.
Then it hit me. Oh my god! He wasn't leaving! He was
spending the night here!

I know that he and Lori both had spoken of future
sexual *****. Somehow, even with that threat hanging
over my head I never expected this monster to stay the
night. Where would he *****?! With my ********? With
me? Oh god, I couldn't take any more. Not now. Not
tonight. I had to go to work tomorrow! No, not
tomorrow. Today. In a few hours. I finally glanced at
the clock. It was almost three in the morning. I had to
get up at seven. I was exhausted.

I saw him watching me. I was no mind reader but I knew
without a doubt that he was just waiting for me to
complain. He was hoping for an excuse to ******* me
again. I was determined that I was not going to give it
to him.

Lori came back in and informed him that his car was
locked. Kevin stood up and ordered me to my feet. When
I was standing he ordered me to lead the way to my
bedroom. I struggled to keep from crying. I had never
felt so much despair as I did at that moment. I
struggled to my feet and led the way up the stairs and
down the hall to my bedroom.

I had been naked for nearly three hours now but I was
conscious of it all over again as they followed me up
the stairs. I could almost feel Kevin staring at my
buttocks as I climbed the stairs.

Once in my bedroom I pulled down the bedspread and the
covers and then I asked for permission to use the
bathroom.

Kevin nodded and then to my dismay he followed me into
the bathroom with Lori trailing along behind. I turned
and waited to see what he wanted. Lori lifted the lid
on the toilet but left the seat down. Kevin stood there
and Lori held his penis while he urinated. I don't know
if it was on purpose or not but her aim was terrible.
By the time he had finished the toilet seat was covered
in drops of urine.

They moved back and watched me with smiles on their
faces. I didn't know what to do. I had to pee so badly
but there was no way that I could sit down on that
nasty seat now. Or at least I didn't think that I
could. It turned out that I could.

Kevin sighed and said, "Come on bitch. I don't have all
night. I still want to fuck your cunt before we get a
little *****. Now you fucking know what we are standing
here waiting to see. Do you really want me to lose my
temper?"

I shuddered in revulsion and sobbed quietly, "Oh god.
Why are you doing this to me?"

Kevin chuckled and said, "I'm your god now bitch. And
I'm doing it because it amuses me. You're life before I
got here tonight, that's over. Your ass belongs to me
now. You have gone through life with your brain so full
of ****. You thought you were so fucking hot that your
**** didn't stink. I'm going to educate you bitch. You
are going to learn that you are just a cunt. Your place
here on this planet is to make men happy. That is what
you were born to do. You have a lot of years to make up
for. If you don't want to sit on that pissy toilet seat
there is an easy way around it. Get down on your knees
and lick it clean first. But one way or the other you
are going to sit down and take a leak before I take
your ass back in the bedroom and fuck you. You decide,
but do it now."

The tears started again. I couldn't help it. I didn't
want to cry in front of him. I don't even know why
really. It was like if I cried then I was admitting
that I was weak and that he could break me. But that
was silly. Because I was weak and he was breaking me.
The tears were my only refuge now.

I finally ****** myself to sit on the wet toilet seat.
When I was seated he pushed my knees apart and stood
there staring down as I struggled to pee. Even though
it felt like my bladder was about to burst I had a
terrible time letting it go with him staring at my
vulva like that. Eventually it was either let go or
burst and slowly at first the urine began to dribble
out of me. The stream rapidly grew to a flood as my
bladder let go and I sat there in his mess with my legs
spread wide and urinated for his amusement.

Meanwhile, he stood right in front of me and Lori stood
behind him and played with his massive male member
right in my face. As the stream of urine dwindled to a
last few spurts he ordered me to open my mouth. As soon
as I had obeyed he pushed the head of his penis between
my lips and I gagged once more as I tasted the traces
of urine that remained there.

My mouth watered in protest and I was ****** to
swallow. Soon the nasty taste was gone and there was
just the taste of his flesh on my tongue. We remained
there like that for several long minutes and between my
lips and tongue and Lori's hand his organ was soon
growing to its full length again.

He stepped back and watched as I wiped my freshly
shaved mound and stood up. He ordered me to clean my
ass off before coming to bed and as he left the room
with Lori I obtained his permission to brush my teeth.
I wanted desperately to get the taste of his slimy
ejaculate out of my mouth.

When I was alone I stood and stared at myself in the
large mirror over the sink. The red stripes on my body
had faded. They were still visible but they would
obviously be gone by morning. The biggest change in my
appearance was the absence of pubic hair. My body
looked obscene this way. Looking at my slender body
from the waist down I looked like a young girl. It was
disturbing that a grown man would want a woman to look
like this.

I finally stopped staring at myself and brushed my
teeth, twice. Then I used a damp cloth to remove the
urine that was drying on my backside. When I could
delay it no longer I went back into the bedroom.

I don't know why, but I was taken aback when I entered
the room and saw Lori on her hands and knees on the bed
and Kevin ramming his manhood into her from the back. I
had never had sex in any position other than the
missionary position and watching them now only served
to confirm my original opinion that doing it the way
they were doing it now was obscene. Lori's breasts were
bouncing wildly and she looked like an ****** kneeling
and submitting to this large black man who was taking
her from behind as if she were nothing but a piece of
meat put on earth to satisfy his carnal desires.

Kevin finally acknowledged my presence and ordered me
to get up on the bed beside my ********. I obeyed and
as soon as I did Kevin withdrew from her body and moved
over behind me.

Lori groaned in obvious disappointment as he removed
his large male organ from her small body. She rested
her head on her arms and caught her breath and she
stared at me as her boyfriend pushed my legs a little
further apart and began sliding his slimy organ through
my recently denuded slit.

I groaned in despair as he wedged the fat knob between
the lips of my vagina and tried to ***** himself into
me. Despite the slime on his manhood my vagina was
quite tight and dry and he was having a very hard time
entering me.

He tried several times to ***** that thing into me and
each time I grunted in pain. At last he stepped back
and said, "Lori, momma is dry as a bone. Crawl under
there and get her ready for me."

I couldn't help myself. I exclaimed, "Oh god no! She's
my little girl!"

No one paid any attention.

I watched in horror as my ******** moved around and as
if it were the most natural thing in the world she
turned over on her back and crawled under me until her
face was directly under my vagina. I felt her hands
grip my butt and her head move up between my thighs.
When her tongue finally came into contact with my labia
I squealed and my body shuddered *************. For the
very first time a tongue began to invade my vagina.

Even though I was appalled I was ****** to admit to
myself that it felt...I don't know, it felt very
erotic. It felt pretty damned good actually. But even
so I could not get past the horror that it was my
******** doing this to me. My teenage ******** was
performing cunnalingus on me! It would have been
disgusting if my husband was doing it. It was so much
worse under these obscene circumstances. She was my
baby! My baby girl's tongue was in my vagina! If I were
to be struck my lightening at that moment and killed I
would not have minded. How could I every look her in
the eye again?

Just as I was thinking that this must surely be the
ultimate degrading act that a ****** could be ****** to
submit to I was proven wrong once again. Kevin said,
"Don't just kneel there bitch. It's only fair that you
return the favor. She's working hard to give you a
little pleasure even after you took away her cock. Get
your mouth down there and make it up to her."

I groaned yet again. Groaning in despair seemed to be
my main form of communication now. I had avoided
looking at Lori's sex. It was right under my face but I
had no desire to see it. I looked down now and looked
at it. I had never seen a vagina up close like this.
Her sex was red and swollen and there was a great deal
of moisture around the opening. I stared in disgust for
several moments, fighting desperately to keep from
losing the contents of my stomach. I had all but
forgotten about the tongue that was even now moving in
and out of my own vagina.

I stared for a moment longer until Kevin gave me a
reminder of why I was doing the things that I was
doing. I felt his hand come down violently on my still
tender backside and I lurched in pain. I didn't exactly
scream. It was more of a squeak. It hadn't really been
all that painful I suppose. But it served to remind me
of my position in life now.

I slowly lowered my head to my ********'s crotch and
tentative slid my tongue through the gooey, unclean
entrance to her body. She shivered in pleasure as my
tongue excited her sex. I, on the other hand, was all
but overcome by the strong smell of her excited, sweaty
crotch. It occurred to me that the sex act that I had
seen when I emerged from the bathroom just now had not
been the first time this evening that these two had
engaged in intercourse. There was no telling what I
might discover as my tongue plumbed my ********'s
depths.

But it didn't matter. The choice was not mine to make.
I began licking the entrance to her vagina just like
she was doing for me. Once I had cleaned the area up
with my tongue the smell wasn't so bad. And as the
bodily fluids disappeared so did the strong taste that
I had initially encountered.

Lori began to moan into my vagina as I licked her and
while I won't admit to enjoying it the sensations were
becoming hard to resist once I had gotten numb to the
horror of what I was doing.

It was several minutes before I felt Kevin's penis
return to my own opening. I felt Lori's hand guiding
him and this time his organ entered me easily. Well,
perhaps easily is not the right word. I felt my vagina
being stretched like never before. I had been *******
to the point of *************** when I had given birth
to Lori. So I can't compare what I was experiencing now
to that traumatic event. But though I didn't remember
the actual delivery I thought back to it now as Kevin's
huge organ stretched my vaginal opening beyond anything
that I could remember. It ****** its way slowly,
inexorably to my very core.

Every time I thought that there could be no more I was
amazed to find that it just kept going and going. I
kept waiting for the pain to start. I couldn't believe
that I could take such a large object inside of me
without suffering from it. It felt uncomfortable at
first. That huge pole went deeper and deeper and my
body stretched to engulf it. But he entered me so
slowly that I suppose my body adjusted as he took
possession of me.

I had never felt anything like it before. It was such a
confused mass of different feelings, different
sensations, different emotions. I was humiliated first
and foremost. I was being raped by a man I didn't even
know. But I wasn't just being raped. I was submitting.
I would have laughed in the face of anyone who had
suggested that I would submit to a man like this.

Beyond that though, there was something primordial
about being taken this way. I had been overpowered and
****** to submit and now I was voluntarily submitting
to being plundered by a male sex organ that was far
larger, or perhaps I should say far superior to any I
had ever imagined.

I didn't like sex. I had never liked sex. But somehow
this was different. This was not being made love to by
my safe, mild mannered, easily controlled husband who
placed me on a pedestal and treated me with nothing but
love and respect.

I was being taken. That is such a simple sentence. Only
four short, common words. But that is the most accurate
description of what was happening to me. The problem
was that as much as I hated that it was happening, the
sensations that my body was feeling and reacting to
were beyond my control. As strange as it sounds I felt
like I was being split in two, but in a good way. I
felt like I was being conquered by a caveman. For just
a moment I understood the thrill that submissive women
get from being taken by a strong man and used for his
pleasure. I felt that thrill, but then I immediately
felt guilty for succumbing.

I crouched on the bed in that humiliating position of
supplication on my hands and knees with my ********
stretched out under me. Her vaginal opening was inches
from my face and I could smell her arousal. Her hands
had begun to tease my breasts and at first I hadn't
even noticed. My entire attention was focused on the
huge pole that was just now bottoming out inside of me.

I felt Kevin's belly come into contact with my buttocks
and I was so full of his sex organ that I could hardly
breathe. On a conscious level I knew it was impossible,
but I could almost swear it was pressing against my
lungs. I was breathing in short little pants. I heard
myself. I sounded like an ******. I feared that before
he finished with me I would be an ******.

Kevin left his rod buried inside of me for a long time
before he started slowly withdrawing it. He pulled it
back out almost as slowly as he had entered me. I felt
it slowly being removed from my body. It went on and on
until I was afraid that he was removing it completely.

I suddenly became aware that I was afraid that he was
pulling out and I hated myself for it. But at that
moment I very much wanted that large black penis inside
of me. I was just about to yell at him, to beg him not
to pull it out of me when he started sliding it back
inside of me.

It went on and on after that. Each incredible stroke
was slightly faster, slightly more urgent than the
last. At some point I realized that I was resting my
face on my ********* warm mound and making strange
noises that I can't even describe.

My nipples had become hard and Lori was teasing them
with her fingers. Kevin was driving his manhood into me
now with violent strokes and I had never felt anything
so wonderful in my life. When I realized that my face
was resting in Lori's crotch I didn't lift my head.
Instead I began to kiss her and lick her and murmur
into her wet opening. For the first time in my life I
was losing control and even though I realized it and I
hated myself for it, I had no chance of stopping it.

I had never achieved orgasm with my husband. I had
never achieved orgasm before tonight at all. I was a
proper and dignified woman and I would never stoop to
masturbation. I had never been able to allow myself to
relax and enjoy the mediocre sex that my husband
provided. I must admit though that I did handicap him
severely. I had severely limited the kinds of foreplay
that I would permit and the amount of time I would put
up with it. There were only so many places on my body
that my husband was permitted to touch and they had to
be touched in an acceptable manner.

It was inevitable now though. I felt the orgasm
building as my body was plundered by that strong black
man with the oversized sex organ and there was no
stopping it now. It scared me when it started. I had
gone thirty-two years without an orgasm and to be
honest I had always wondered if they were not a myth. I
felt it washing over me now and I screamed and clamped
down on my little girl's body as the most wonderful
feeling in the world washed over me and took complete
control of my body.

It didn't end there. Kevin wasn't anywhere near
finished. He continued to pound his meat into me. If
anything he was becoming more violent. And I loved it!
In seconds I came again and then again. I lost count as
I had one huge orgasm after another until all of a
sudden everything went black.

I don't know how long I was ***********. When I next
became aware of my surroundings I was lying on my back.
Lori was lying on one side of me and Kevin was lying on
the other staring at the ceiling. He was still out of
breath so I assumed that he had just finished with me.

I struggled to sit up and I was surprised to find that
nothing hurt. Well, my vagina was a little sore but not
bad considering what it had just been through. My
biggest fear though was that I was going to look down
and see a gaping opening between my legs with my labia
all extended and hanging down like dying leaves.

My sex was red and appeared slightly swollen. Beyond
that, and the shave of course, I could detect no
difference in my body.

I collapsed back onto the bed, relieved that my body
seemed to be intact. But then the memory of what had
just happened to me kind of fell on me like a ton of
bricks. I was so humiliated by the idea that I had
surrendered to this ******. Not so much that I had
surrendered physically, but that I had surrendered my
mind, my senses to this beast who had just raped me. I
covered my face with my hands and cried quietly.

My ******** and Kevin both seemed to be amused by my
reaction to this humiliating situation. Lori rolled
over and rested her arm on my stomach. Her lips were
right by my ear when she said quietly, "Jesus mom!
Lighten up. It's just sex. You're too fucking up
tight."

That from my fifteen year old ********! I heard her
chuckle and her fingers moved down to tease my tender
mound. She said, "You weren't crying a few minutes ago.
You came so hard you passed out. I told you, all you
needed was a big dick and a good hard fuck."

I couldn't believe the filth coming from my *********
mouth. Was she this way because of me? No, it was this
beast lying on the other side of me, this man who had
******** and corrupted her. He had done this to her. I
was sure of it. Could he corrupt me like this?! No, I'm
sure that wasn't possible. I had never felt so dirty in
my life as I did at this moment. As if to underline
that feeling of being dirty I felt Kevin's seed begin
to seep from my opening and ooze down between my
thighs. It felt like a large amount of liquid but I was
too embarrassed to look.

He had already had sex with my ******** this evening
and I had been ****** to satisfy him with my mouth.
Surely there was a limit to how much of that slime his
body could produce!

Just then I felt Kevin nudge me with his elbow. I
turned my head and looked at him for the first time
since I had regained consciousness.

He didn't bother to look at me. He just said, "No one
said you could rest bitch. My cock is filthy because of
you. Get down there and clean me up."

I knew him well enough by this time to know what he was
demanding of me. For just a second I thought of telling
him to go to hell. But then I remembered that horrible
beating and I knew I could not say no to this man. I
didn't think that my mind could survive another of
those horrible beatings.

Lori giggled and rolled off of me. She said, "Go ahead
mom. I suck his cock clean all the time. Don't worry.
You'll get used to it after a while."

I slid off of the bed and dropped to my knees. I moved
between Kevin's legs and stared in disgust at his
crotch. This was the first time I had seen his penis
when it was not erect. It was nearly as large in its
flaccid condition as it had been when erect. I hated
him and I hated his...his sexual equipment. But I had
to admit to myself that it was impressive. I wanted
nothing to do with it. But it was impressive.

It was also nasty and slimy and covered with the
liquids that sex produces. I could smell it from a
couple of feet away and it made my stomach turn.

Lori slid off the bed and knelt beside me. I would give
anything to do something about that smile on her face.
She leaned closer and put her arm around my shoulders
and gently urged me towards her boyfriend's crotch. As
she did she said, "Come on mom. It isn't that bad. And
you don't want to end up dangling from that hook again
do you? Kevin wasn't kidding. He did take it easy on
you earlier. If he really loses his temper he can get
pretty imaginative."

I didn't doubt it for a moment. I took a last deep
breath of breathable air before I leaned forward and
began licking Kevin's thighs clean. I tried desperately
to keep my mind blank as I gathered our combined juices
with my tongue and swallowed them. It was just about
the nastiest thing that I could imagine doing and it
was made so much worse by my ********* pretty,
innocent looking face resting on his stomach now and
watching me gleefully. Several times she pointed out
something I had missed and I was ****** to lick up some
small trace that remained, clinging to his pubic hair
or hiding in a fold of the loose skin of his now
relaxed testicles.

I licked his testicles clean. I thought about how much
sperm this man had produced this evening and realized
that with testicles this large it must have been no
problem. When I had finished cleaning his testicles
with my tongue I moved up slightly so that I could
clean his penis. It was lying to the side, resting on
his pelvis. There was a small puddle under the opening
in the end where the ejaculate that remained in his
organ after he pulled it out of me had drained out and
formed a small pool. I cleaned his organ with my tongue
and then gently turned it over with my fingertips. I
scooped up the puddle of cooling sperm and then I
cleaned the other side of his slimy penis.

As I worked my tongue up his shaft it twitched but
thankfully did not grow and become erect again. I think
I would have gone mad if I had been ****** to service
him one more time.

I finished and looked over at the clock on my
nightstand. It was now almost four in the morning. How
on earth was I going to get through this day? I sat
back on my heels and said, "Please sir, I have to go to
work at eight. I'm so tired. I need to get some *****."

He replied, "Go clean your nasty cunt and come to bed.
I think you finally wore me out, for now."

I went back into the bathroom and quickly brushed my
teeth and washed my face and my crotch. When I got back
into the bedroom Kevin and Lori were curled up together
on my bed. Kevin had his back to me. He ordered me to
come closer and then he asked me where I worked and
what time I had to be there.

I told him about the small real estate office where I
worked as a secretary and that I had to be there at
eight.

He asked about my boss and the other employees.

I told him about Mr. Johnson, the owner and manager and
the three agents that worked there. When I had finished
describing the people that I worked for he tossed me a
pillow and ordered me to ***** on the floor beside the
bed. He told me to wake him up when I got up in the
morning.

There were tears of despair in my eyes as I curled up
on the floor beside the bed. I was naked and
uncomfortable and my future, which had seemed bleak
five hours ago, now was a dark, terrifying void that
stretched out before me like a cross between a slasher
flick and a porn movie.

It would have been bad enough if this evil man who
seemed to have turned my ******** into a teenager from
hell had just raped me and left. That was not his
intention. He had told me that he intended to train me,
to turn me into a, god I don't know, some kind of a
slut, a sex slave. It suddenly struck me. He was going
to turn me into the kind of woman that he had already
turned my ******** into!

I was too tired to think right now. I would get a few
hours ***** and go to work. Once I was alone in my
quiet office I would figure out what to do. I suppose
that I will have to call the police. The idea of giving
them the details of what happened to me this morning
turned my stomach. But if I didn't get help from
someone then there is no telling what this monster
would ***** me to do.

With that resolved, if only temporarily, I fell into a
deep ***** despite being cold and uncomfortable curled
up on the carpet with nothing to cover my nudity.

By the time I heard the alarm in the morning it had
been going off for nearly fifteen minutes. I came awake
slowly and hurried to shut it off before Kevin became
annoyed. My few hours of ***** had been disturbed by
one horrible nightmare after another. It was hard to
feel rested after only three hours ***** and that
punctuated by dreams of being tied up and whipped and
raped over and over again.

I looked over at Kevin. He was still a***** in my bed,
still with his arms around my little girl. I was having
a hard time not thinking of Lori as my little girl,
despite the things that had happened last night. I
could only hope that once I got that man out of our
lives she would somehow be able to return to being a
normal teenage girl.

I tried not to think of how unlikely that was.

I wanted desperately to leave Kevin *****ing there and
sneak out. It pained me to see him lying there naked in
my bed with my equally naked ******** in his arms but I
dreaded waking him to find what new torments he had in
mind for me today.

I was too cowed to disobey him. I gently nudged him
until he opened his eyes and looked up at me groggily.
He didn't seem to recognize me at first. But it was
only seconds before the evil grin returned to his face
and he pulled his arms from around my ******** and sat
up.

He ran his eyes up and down my naked body and despite
what I had been through with him last night his gaze
was like spiders crawling on my skin. I shuddered in
revulsion but I didn't move when he reached out and
clasped my left breast in his hand and said, "You look
pretty fucking hot for an old lady that just woke up."

He stood up finally and said, "Come on bitch, let's go
take a shower. That should wake us up."

I followed him into the bathroom and while he turned
the water on in the walk-in shower I hurried to the
toilet and relieved myself. He grinned at me as he
stood in front of me with his large, semi-hard penis
dangling inches from my face and listened to the stream
of urine flowing into the toilet.

I prayed that he would not demand sex of me this
morning. I was exhausted as it was. I wanted nothing
more than to dress and hurry to my office and figure
out what to tell the police so that I could get this
evil man out of my life.

I wiped myself and stood up and flushed the toilet.
Kevin pulled me into the shower and aimed the spray at
the side wall. I didn't understand how he expected us
to shower like that but I knew he had a reason and I
knew that I would hate it.

I was right. He pulled me into his arms and held my
body close to his. He leaned down and kissed me and
wormed his tongue into my mouth. I stood passively,
allowing him these liberties because I had no choice.

That was not the proper reaction. There was a sudden
sharp pain on my backside and without being told I knew
what he wanted. I began to return his kiss, if somewhat
listlessly. We kissed for several moments before I felt
something warm and wet spraying up between us. It was a
moment or two before I realized what it was. He was
urinating on me!

The spray covered my stomach and when I started
fighting to pull away it shot up between my breasts,
almost to my chin! I squealed in horror and out of
nowhere his hand came up and slapped me so hard I saw
stars.

The stream had stopped but he was glowering down at me
and I knew I had screwed up. He didn't yell at me.
Instead, in a quiet, firm, terrifying voice that was so
low I had to struggle to hear it he said, "Don't you
ever try to pull away from me again you fucking cunt!
You still don't get it. Your body doesn't belong to you
anymore. It belongs to me now and I'll do any fucking
thing I want with it. If I want to piss on you, you
stand right there and enjoy the heat. If I want to
shove my cock up your cunt and piss in your fucking
cunt you stand there and smile and wait for me to
finish. If I want to give you a piss enema you turn
around and spread your cheeks and let me shove my cock
up your ass and fill you with piss. And if I tell you
to get down on your knees and let me piss down your
throat then you drop and open your mouth. Now get your
ass back over here and wait for me to finish or we are
going out tonight and I'll let every fucking bum in
town piss on you."

I was crying quietly again as I shuffled closer and
allowed my body to come back into contact with Kevin's.
In a moment I felt the hot stream start again and I
pressed tightly against him so that the stream could
reach no higher than my belly. Even so it was the most
disgusting thing I could imagine. I realized that I
kept having that thought. Each new act that he came up
with to torment me was the most disgusting thing I
could imagine. I started to wonder if I could actually
lose my mind from being debased this way. I felt like I
was quickly losing my grip on reality. I knew why I was
submitting to him. I was terrified of what would happen
if I didn't. But I had thought that I was stronger than
that. I had always thought that I was the kind of woman
that would resist if I were attacked. I pictured myself
fighting, not submitting to one terrible, debasing act
after another. Was it really this easy to dominate a
woman? Was it really this easy to dominate me?

I was so wrapped up in not losing my mind that I was
unaware that Kevin had finished bathing me in urine
until he reached up and directed the shower head back
down so that we could get clean.

He made me wash him with my body wash and shampoo
before he let me clean myself. It felt strange washing
his kinky hair. I had never actually touched a black
man's hair before. I washed his hair and let the
shampoo sit while I ran my soapy hands over his strong,
muscular body. There were very few places on his body
that I had not already had my fingers or my tongue but
still it made me uncomfortable to move my hands over
his body this way.

He enjoyed it. I saw his penis begin to grow and twitch
even though I tried very hard to touch it as little and
as lightly as possible. I did not want that thing
getting hard again.

After I cleaned him and rinsed him off he got out and
dried off while I showered myself. I knew that I needed
to hurry but I kept bursting out in tears and it really
slowed me down.

I finally rinsed off and got out and dried myself. I
brushed my teeth and my hair and went into the bedroom
to find that Kevin and Lori had already selected my
outfit for today. It was lying on the bed. I didn't
realize at first that it was meant for me. I started
for my closet but Lori stopped me. "Mom! Where are you
going? We already picked out what you are going to wear
to work today."

Kevin was already dressed. Lori was still naked. School
was out for the summer and she had no plans for the
day. At least she had no plans of which I was aware.
But the only garment I could see was one of her
sundresses resting on the foot of the bed. Lori is at
least two dress sizes smaller than I am. There was no
way that I could fit into one of her dresses,
especially not that one which I had refused to allow
her to wear because it was too revealing. It was much
too short and the top was cut far too low. Even if I
could put it on it was totally inappropriate for a
woman my age.

Lori saw my consternation. She stood up and picked up
the sundress and held it up. She smiled and said, "I
think you'll look fantastic in this mom."

I started to explain that I couldn't, that it was too
small, and that it was totally inappropriate for the
workplace. Kevin interrupted. "Shut the fuck up and get
dressed you stupid cunt! Don't tell me you still don't
get it?! Do I need to put you back on the hook
tonight?"

My knees got weak at the very suggestion. I quickly
responded, "No sir! I'm sorry sir! I just meant that
Lori is smaller than I am. I don't think I can wear
that."

He chuckled and replied, "You better hope you can wear
it. You sure as hell don't want to go to work naked do
you?"

I took the dress from Lori held it up. The dress
buttoned up the front to just under the bust and the
top was supported by a tiny string that went up from
the bikini bra style front and tied behind the neck.
Lori had bought this a few weeks ago and when I saw her
trying it on at home I had gone ballistic. Even on her
small body it was far too revealing. Her breasts were
only partially covered. They were exposed from the
sides and it was so thin that her nipples had been
visible. The skirt had only just reached down below her
buttocks. This little dress was an invitation to ****
if I ever saw one.

I knew the answer before I asked, but I had to ask.
"What about my underwear?"

Kevin replied, "I don't like underwear on my cunts.
It's inconvenient. This way they stay fresh and aired
out and available."

He was such a gross young man!

I put my arms into the sleeves and tied the string
behind my neck. With great difficulty I buttoned it up
the front. I had to suck in my stomach and hold my
breath while I fastened the buttons. When I had
buttoned them all I stood up straight and slowly
exhaled, praying as I did that the buttons would hold.

They did. But I had my doubts that they would last the
day. I had been so concerned with the buttons that I
didn't notice how outrageous it was until I turned to
face the full length mirror on my closet door. The
dress was far too tight. The spaces between the buttons
were stretched open exposing little patches of my naked
flesh. But that was nothing compared to the way it only
just barely covered my breasts. I was afraid that the
string around my neck was going to break but I didn't
dare loosen it. My nipples were obvious and to my great
consternation they were erect.

That was still not the worst part though. Even looking
down in my mirror at my hemline I could just make out
the very bottom of my hairless vagina. Anyone sitting
down and looking up at me would have a much more
revealing view. I could feel the back of the dress
resting on the cheeks of my butt and I knew without
turning around that at least a small portion of the
cheeks of my backside was exposed. Surely Kevin
wouldn't look at this garment and expect me to wear it
out of the house, much less to work!

I looked at his smiling face though and I saw only
approval. He turned to Lori and said, "After the bitch
goes to work we are going to have to go get her some
more of those. She looks pretty hot."

I didn't want to disobey him. Well, I did want to. But
I didn't dare. Still, I needed my job and I had to
point out the obvious to him. "But sir, I'll get fired
if I wear this to the office!"

Kevin just grinned that much more and replied, "Don't
worry about it slut. I'll take care of your boss."

Surely he wouldn't...oh my god!! He was going to make
me go to work like this! But he had something worse in
mind. I knew it from the look on his face. He planned
on making me have sex with my boss!

Oh no, this couldn't be happening. Mr. Johnson was a
large, and by large I meant morbidly obese, man in his
mid to late fifties. He was cold and unfriendly and if
I could have gotten a better job I would have left that
place a long time ago to get away from him. He ogled me
from time to time when he thought that I wasn't
looking. But he had never made a pass or done or said
anything that I considered inappropriate and I doubted
very much that he was going to be a part of whatever
Kevin had planned. He just wasn't that kind of person.

The three sales agents in the office were a different
matter. They had all skirted close to the line of
sexual harassment at one time or another. But Mr.
Johnson had them as cowed as he had me and he would not
permit that sort of behavior in the workplace. Now it
was just a question of whether or not he would fire me
or call the police. I hoped for the latter but at this
point I think I would settle for the former.

By the time I was ready it was too late for me to make
coffee. On most weekends I made a good breakfast but
coffee was all I ever made for breakfast during the
week. I didn't have much time and I didn't have much
appetite.

Kevin guided me out to the garage. He took one look at
my little Saturn and shook his head. He said, "I'm not
riding in that fucking toy car."

We went back through the house and outside to his car.
I glanced around nervously but thankfully none of my
neighbors seemed to be out and about. I stood there
looking at this young man's brand new Mercedes and
wondering where someone like him got the money for a
car like this.

He gave me a shove and said, "Quit fucking around and
get in bitch. You don't want to be late for work do
you?"

I walked around and got in. I had never been in a nice
car like this. It was pretty impressive but I was dying
to ask him how he got the money for it. I would hate to
think that I was riding around in a stolen car.

He drove me half way across town to my office and
parked out front. Mr. Johnson's car was there. He was
always the first one in. I usually got here at about
the same time he did and the agents came in an hour
later. They worked long hours most days and they worked
most weekends. Their only perk was coming in a little
late in the morning.

I prayed that Kevin would just let me out and drive
away. I didn't want to go into the office like this but
as humiliating as that would be it would be much worse
if Kevin took me inside. I didn't know what he had in
mind. I had my suspicions though. I knew that whatever
it was I would hate it.

Kevin opened his door and looked over at me. He scowled
and said, "I hope you aren't waiting for me to open
your fucking door for you. Jesus you are a stupid cunt!
Get the fuck out of the car bitch!"

Why did he have to talk that way?!

I got out quickly and closed my door. He came around
the car and I followed him inside. Mr. Johnson was in
his office with the door open. He looked up when we
came in. He saw Kevin and he saw me in this thing that
I was almost wearing and he knew that something was up.

Kevin put on a charming smile and pulled me into Mr.
Johnson's office. He stood me in place beside Mr.
Johnson's desk and reached out his hand to Mr. Johnson.
My boss shook his hand with a quizzical look on his
face and Kevin said, "Mr. Johnson. Don't worry. I'm not
here to ask you for anything. I'm here to make your
life more fun, more exciting, perhaps even more
profitable."

My boss sat back and waited to find out what this was
all about. I was waiting too. But I was waiting under a
dark black cloud of dread.

Mr. Johnson kept glancing over at the way I was dressed
and he couldn't hide his shock. But to my great dismay
he did not seem to be upset.

Kevin sat down and after letting Mr. Johnson look me
over he said, "Hot isn't she?"

Mr. Johnson just raised an eyebrow and waited.

Kevin said, "Don't worry. She doesn't mind. Well, she
does, but it doesn't matter. She belongs to me now.
Luckily for you I'm the kind of guy that likes to share
the joy. I started breaking her in last night. She is a
frigid bitch until you get her going. But I have to
tell you; once you start putting the meat to her she
gets really hot. Hell, she came so hard a few hours ago
she fucking passed out! Now she's new at this so you
will have to be firm with her. Don't take any **** from
her. If she gives you any problems you just let me
know. I know how to straighten her out. Don't I bitch?"

Oh god! Not here! Not in my office! But I knew what I
had to say. "Yes sir."

Kevin crooked his finger and I moved closer to his
chair. He reached out and lifted the skirt of my little
sundress. I stood docilely, making it clear that Kevin
was indeed in charge of me.

Kevin allowed Mr. John*** a moment to enjoy the view
and then pushed me away and told me to stand where my
boss could see me better.

I moved around his desk and stood beside his chair. His
face and neck were bright red but I didn't think for a
moment that he was embarrassed.

He looked up at my face and stared into my eyes as his
hand reached for the hem of my skirt and eased it up
over my flat belly exposing my freshly shaved crotch.
He stared at my eyes for a long time before he looked
down. He saw the pain in my eyes, the ***********, the
fear. And I saw his reaction. There was a large bulge
in the front of his pants.

Christ! Were all men like this! Is that all they want
from a woman, her body? Do they not care how we feel,
what we think?

I jerked in reaction to the touch of Mr. John***'s
fingers sliding down over my exposed flesh and I knew
what the answer was in his case. If he cared at all it
was because my suffering excited him. There was no
sympathy to be found in him.

I struggled to remain still and hold back the tears as
his fingers moved over my sensitive mound. I shivered
at his touch, I'm not sure why. I certainly wasn't
enjoying it! He didn't seem to realize it though. He
suddenly smiled, one of the very few times I had ever
seen him smile, and said, "I'll be god damned!"

He said, "Here Karen. You hold this up to your waist
and turn around slowly. I have been admiring your cute
ass for a long time. I'm dying to see it."

As I turned around slowly Kevin said, "I'd appreciate
it if you didn't call her that Mr. John***. Call her
bitch or cunt. Either one is fine. You don't want to
give her the idea that she is good for anything but
fucking and sucking. That's been her problem all these
years. She thought she was more than just a hundred
pounds of fuck meat. She needs to learn her place."

I was even redder by the time I had turned all the way
around. I wasn't just humiliated now. I was furious at
what that evil young man was saying. But I was far too
terrified of him to respond.

Mr. John*** continued to stare at my exposed flesh as
he spoke with Kevin. "Let me get this straight ***. You
are saying that I can do anything that I want with this
bitch? I can fuck her? I can get her to suck my cock,
anything I want?"

"That's right Mr. John***," Kevin responded. "In fact,
that is what I want you to do. And I want you to feel
free to share her with your clients and the men that
work for you."

Mr. John*** finally tore his eyes away from my exposed
body and turned to Kevin. He was still skeptical. He
asked, "And what do you want in return?"

Kevin laughed quietly and replied, "Not a thing Mr.
John***. It's just a part of her training. I just get a
huge fucking kick out of how much she hates it."

He chuckled loudly and added, "You should have seen her
when I had her eating out my ass last night! Man that
really messed with her head. She's a real trip! Oh, and
if you think she's hot you should come over some
evening when she isn't busy and fuck her fifteen year
old ********. That girl is a great fuck and she could
suck the chrome off the bumper of a '59 Cadillac in
about two seconds."

Mr. John*** looked at Kevin and I saw the excitement in
his face as he asked, "No ****, fifteen?"

Kevin just kept on grinning that evil grin and said,
"No ****. I started training her about three months
ago. She's broken in good now. She'll do anything or
anyone I tell her. Hell, you should have seen the two
of them in a sixty-nine last night. I gotta tell you,
there ain't much hotter than a ****** and ******** in a
sixty-nine. Fuck, I'm getting hard again just thinking
about it. I think I'll leave you two alone now and go
home and fuck her little girl again. Oh, you don't have
a problem with her outfit do you? I was going to go out
and get her a bunch more like it today."

Kevin stood up and Mr. John*** stood up and held his
hand out. They shook hands and my boss said, "***, I
love her outfit. I really appreciate this. I'll make
sure your bitch gets a good workout today and I'm going
to take you up on your offer. I would love to see her
and her little girl in a sixty-nine. If you ever need
anything from me don't hesitate to let me know."

Kevin handed a piece of paper to my boss and said, "My
name is Kevin. This is my cell phone number. If you
have a problem just give me a call."

Kevin started to leave but it occurred to me that my
car was at home in my garage. I called out, "Wait, sir,
please. I'm sorry, but how do I get home? Are you going
to pick me up?"

Kevin glowered at me as if to say that a lowlife like
me had no business bothering him with stupid questions.
He said, "Take the bus stupid. Jesus! How did you get
to be this old? You are one dumb cunt!"

As soon as Kevin closed the door behind him my boss
looked at the clock. Then he smiled at me and under his
breath he said, "I'll be a *** of a bitch."

He stared at me for a moment longer and then said, "Go
lock the front door bitch. Then get back in here and
take that dress off."

I whispered, "Mr. John***, please, I..."

He stopped smiling and asked, "Am I going to have to
call Kevin?"

That was all it took to assure my surrender. I went out
into the outer office and locked the door. I returned
to Mr. John***'s office and slowly removed my
********'s little sundress. I heard my boss's sudden
intake of breath as I exposed by breasts. Under his
breath I heard him say, "Lovely. Simply perfect!"

I unbuttoned the dress and let it fall away from my
body. I gathered it up and held it in front of me for a
second but then I realized that I was just teasing him
and I dropped it on a nearby chair.

I felt so naked. It was so inappropriate here. Not just
because I was with my big, fat, old boss but because
this was my office. This was where I worked. This was
the one place, more than any other that this type of
behavior was not permitted. Now I stood naked and
available before my fully dressed boss.

Mr. John*** got up and went around and put a
"Conference in session – Do not disturb" sign on his
door and closed it. He turned around and said, "Later,
after the guys are fucking you too it won't be
necessary. I think it best just this once though. We
don't want to cause any heart attacks."

I don't know why he thought it necessary to explain
himself to me. I certainly had no choice in this
matter.

He moved over to his desk and stared at me for a
moment. It was as if he still couldn't believe this was
happening to him. Well, I suppose it was happening to
me more than it was to him. But he couldn't believe his
luck.

He crooked his finger and I edged closer to him. He
raised his hot, sweaty, pudgy hand and grasped my
breast. He squeezed it painfully and I saw him grin as
I cringed. I swear, the more I learned about men the
more certain I was that I had been right about them all
along. They are all *******. Dirty, smelly, untrainable
*******.

He relaxed his grip and grasped my nipple instead. He
was just as cruel handling my sensitive nipple as he
had been when he first grasped my breast. He pulled and
twisted and it was obvious that this was not meant to
be foreplay. It wasn't for me anyway. He was obviously
enjoying tormenting me as much as Kevin had last night.
I stood grimacing as he worked my nipple in a manner
which was obviously intended only to cause pain. But I
didn't fight him. I didn't beg him. I stood there and
thought of the consequences if I were to resist and
with tears pouring down my cheeks I suffered through
it. There seemed to be no other options for me anymore.

Through my tears I saw him glance at the clock on the
wall again and he pushed me to my knees. He stared down
at me as he unbuckled his belt. I could hardly see him
through my tears but I remembered that sound and I
shivered as I remembered what Kevin had done to me last
night. It only underlined the need to obey Mr.
Johnson's every order. I knew that I wasn't strong
enough to survive another session hanging from that
hook in my living room ceiling.

I heard a zipper sliding down and then the sound of
clothing rustling. I felt his hand on the back of my
head guiding my face into his exposed crotch. I groaned
in disgust as his large stomach came in contact with my
forehead. I was ****** to duck down and lift his
stomach with my head and tilt my head backwards to gain
access to his little penis. Well, I say little. It was
small compared to Kevin's. I suppose most of them are
small compared to Kevin's.

Mr. Johnson's sex organ was average I suppose. It
seemed to be larger than my husband's, though not by
much. I felt it on my lips and I opened my mouth and
started sucking it the way I had learned this morning
when Kevin began my training.

It was over so quickly I was startled. In less than two
minutes I felt a small stream of extremely bitter fluid
ooze out onto my tongue. I thought at first he had
started to urinate! But I heard him gasping and he
grabbed my head in both hands and held me tight to his
shivering stomach and I realized that he had indeed
achieved orgasm. It was just a nasty, totally
inadequate orgasm. I suppose it was appropriate from
this nasty and inadequate male.

When I realized that I was looking down on him for not
being a very good ****** I was shocked. What are these
men doing to my mind?!

He held me like that for a moment and then relaxed his
grip and leaned back against his desk. He looked
ludicrous that way. His trousers were down around his
calves and his huge belly hung over, almost hiding his
genitalia.

But I was the one on my knees. I was the one being
sexually ******, ****d. I was the one with the horrible
taste in my mouth.

I think that he may have seen the expression on my face
as I looked at him in disgust and it angered him. I
knew immediately that I had screwed up. I saw his
expression change. Up until that moment it was all
about the pleasure he was getting as he used me for his
pleasure. That had just changed.

He stood up and turned around and leaned over his desk.
I didn't know what was happening until I heard his
voice which sounded like it was cold and tinged with
anger. He said, "How about a brownie to go with that
cream bitch? Get your fucking face in there. Spread
those cheeks out and eat my ass. And I had better feel
some enthusiasm back there or I'm calling that phone
number."

I gaped at his huge buttocks. I swear they were a yard
wide! I felt like I was going to be ill as I edged
closer on my knees. When I was close enough I reached
up and placed one of my hands on each of his large,
gelatinous butt cheeks and with considerable effort I
spread them apart. I slowly leaned forward and just as
I had done for Kevin not that many hours ago I leaned
forward and slid my tongue through that dark, dank,
disgusting divide running down the middle of his huge
buttocks.

Mr. Johnson was clean. He had obviously recently
showered. Even so, I gagged as my stomach rebelled at
this disgusting task. I swabbed my tongue down through
that dank crack twice more before I located and began
to concentrate on his hairy, dark brown anus. Even
though he seemed clean there was a musty taste that
revolted me as I worked my tongue around his anal
opening and then attempted to poke it inside the way
Kevin had demanded when I was ****** to do it to him.

As I worked on him he shivered and moaned in pleasure.
I kept waiting for him to tell me that I could stop. My
jaw and my tongue were getting very tired and the
effort needed to keep his cheeks pressed apart was
almost more than I could stand. My face was almost
totally enveloped in his huge, flabby butt cheeks and
it was a constant struggle to get enough air to
breathe.

He surprised me when after at least five minutes he
pushed himself off of the desk and stood up. I
straightened up and let my tired arms drop to my side.
He spun around and I was distressed to see that his
penis was hard again! I had not expected this old,
extremely out of shape ogre to be able to achieve
another erection so soon.

He ordered me to stand and he roughly pushed me down on
my back on his desk. He lifted my legs and glowered
down at me as my legs framed him. He leaned down over
me and in a fierce whisper he exclaimed, "I saw that
look on your face you fucking cunt. You think I'm
disgusting? You haven't seen anything yet bitch. I'm
going to turn your fucking life upside down."

As he struggled to align his re-inflated sex organ with
my still dry vagina I thought to myself, "You're a
little too late to turn my life upside down you dirty
old man."

But I said nothing. I stared at the ceiling and waited
for him to use me. I only hoped that it would be as
quick the second time.

He found my opening with some difficulty and as soon as
the flared head of his sex organ was lodged inside of
me he rammed it in to me violently. I cried out in pain
and grasped the sides of his desk and held on as he
began to **** me even more ******** than Kevin had last
night. His girth was overwhelming and I felt like I was
being crushed as he pounded into me.

It wasn't over quite as quickly as the first time. But
he didn't last long. I doubt if five minutes had passed
before he slammed himself into me one last time and
shivered as he emptied his filthy seed into me.

He stood in place over me as his penis went soft. He
was panting and his face was bright red. I was afraid
that he was going to have a heart attack. Well, I
wasn't that afraid. To be honest I was hoping that he
would have a heart attack. Just not on top of me. His
huge belly extended up over me almost to my breasts. He
was resting on his arms but the weight of his belly was
almost crushing me.

I felt his penis pop out of me and he finally stood up.
I took several deep breaths and then I sat up and slid
off of his desk. As soon as I was standing he grabbed
me by the back of my neck and bent me down and said,
"Clean up that mess cunt. And if I ever see that look
on your face again I promise you the next cock you suck
will be attached to a fucking dog!"

I bent down and sucked his slimy sex organ clean and
held it in my mouth until he pushed me away. He pulled
his pants back up and put his clothing in order as he
glared at me. When he was dressed again he ordered me
to spread my legs and he examined my crotch.

He stared at my exposed sex for a moment and then he
reached down and I realized that he was ******** up his
spend with his pudgy fingers. He stood up and leered at
me as he said, "Open your whore mouth."

I guess I had really upset him. He must be very self
conscious about his weight problem. I hadn't realized
he was that observant. Still, it didn't seem fair. He
was ****** me. It seemed to me that I had every right
to look at him with disgust. I wouldn't make that
mistake again.

I opened my mouth and he roughly shoved his fingers
into my mouth and ordered me to suck them clean. There
wasn't much there. It was a humiliating thing to do but
I hardly tasted his sperm at all.

I sucked his fingers clean and as he returned to his
seat I heard the front door. The agents all had keys
and I heard the door open and someone came in and
closed the door. I turned to Mr. Johnson and whispered,
"Please sir, can I get dressed now?"

He leered at me and exclaimed, "What's the point? No, I
like you just the way you are. The office doesn't open
for another hour. I don't see why you shouldn't stay
like that until it's time to open the front door. Hell,
I wish I could keep you naked all damned day."

He got up and went out, pulling the door closed behind
him. I stood there in front of his desk in the nude
waiting for the next indignity. As I stood there I
thought about the three agents. They were in their
thirties and forties. They were on the soft side,
though they were not as obese as Mr. Johnson. One of
them had made a pass at me when I first started working
here and I had set him straight. He had seemed to
resent it at first but after a while it seemed to be
forgotten. I guess he warned the other two men about me
because they always treated me appropriately.

The men in the office all seemed friendly to each
other. They joked among themselves and they often went
out to lunch together. I was always an outsider. I was
never invited to their lunches or when they got
together for a ***** after work. That had been fine
with me. But now I realized that there was a tension in
this office, a sexual tension. My inability to deflect
that and establish a more comfortable working
relationship could come back to haunt me now.

I was distracted from my thoughts when I heard the
front door open twice more. I knew that all three
agents were in the office now. I could hear a faint
buzz of conversation for several minutes before Mr.
Johnson's office door burst open and he nodded his head
at me indicating that he wanted me to step out into the
front office.

The need to cover my nudity with my arms was almost
overwhelming. But somehow I knew that if I did it would
only amuse them. I slowly made my way out into the
outer office and stood by my desk. All four men quickly
gathered around and Pete said, "I'll be god damned.
Will you look at that!"

Mr. Johnson said, "Turn around cunt, nice and slow. Let
the boys get a good look at your frigid ass."

My face was burning bright red. I was so scared that I
could hardly catch my breath. I stared at the carpet as
I turned slowly for their amusement. It seemed like
every time I thought that I could not possibly be any
more embarrassed I was proven wrong.

At first the men just stared in awe as I turned slowly.
Then, first one and then all three of them began to
move their hands over my exposed female body parts.
That was what I was to them. I wasn't a woman, a
person. I was a collection of interesting female body
parts that was now available for their amusement. The
fact that I had been so rigidly correct since I had
started working here, so quick to take umbrage at any
off color remarks, that just made it that much more
exciting for them.

They knew that I hated this. It was obvious. I suppose
that they thought that they were going to do more than
take advantage of me now that I was in their power.
They were also going to teach me a lesson. Since
midnight it seemed that every male I came into contact
with wanted to use me and teach me a lesson. For just a
second I started to wonder if maybe there had been
something wrong with me after all, something that made
me incapable of relating to men, some flaw that needed
correcting. But I quickly dismissed that silly idea.

The first of the men to actually speak since Pete's
first comment was Pete again. I detected a note in his
voice that let me know right away how much he was going
to enjoy this after I had snubbed him so rudely when I
first started working here. He said, "Not so high and
mighty now, are you Karen?"

Mr. Johnson cleared his throat and Pete corrected
himself. He said, "I'm sorry. I mean cunt."

I had no response so I just stood there letting the
three men grope me. Suddenly there was a sharp crack
and a sudden pain in my butt. Pete said, "I asked you a
fucking question bitch!"

I sobbed quietly and said, "No Pete. I'm not so high
and mighty now. I'm sorry I said no to you before."

Pete chuckled and said, "But you won't be saying no
anymore will you cunt?"

"No sir," I responded despondently.

Jim had been holding onto and kneading my left breast
since Mr. Johnson called me into the front office. He
finally let me go and stared at my body as he began to
open his pants. Although aloof, Jim had always been a
perfect gentleman. I would have thought that he would
be the last to take advantage of me in my present
helpless condition if he did so at all. I was surprised
that it appeared he would be the first.

He pushed his slacks and his shorts down just enough to
free his penis and he stood there stroking it. He
stared at me while saying to Pete, "You two can discuss
your broken hearted love affair while I fuck her cunt
can't you?"

Pete and Jon chuckled as Jim pushed me down over my
desk and began to slide his organ through the tight
crack between my buttocks. I was afraid for a moment
that he was going to try to enter me there. But after a
moment or two he bent his knees and entered my vagina
from behind.

His penis was nothing like Kevin's of course. It was,
however, much larger than Mr. Johnson's and he didn't
have that huge stomach that kept him from getting
close. I grunted in pain as Jim pushed his organ into
me violently and I was thankful that there was some
small amount of moisture there from when Mr. Johnson
****d me earlier.

Jim ****d me violently right from the start and the
other three men urged him on with crude and vile
comments about what he was doing and about what they
were going to do to me and about my body as I jerked
around helplessly on the end of his male appendage.

Pete didn't watch for long though. After only a couple
of minutes he moved around my desk and stood by my face
as he slowly pulled his zipper down. I was ****** to
watch as he reached in and pulled out his organ and
when it was exposed he leaned forward and rubbed it all
over my face, guiding it with his hand and leaving a
trail of his vile male juices everywhere it touched.

I was finding that no average male sex organ was quite
as threatening now as it had been. Not after having
dealt with Kevin's oversized penis. But they were still
disgusting things and I wanted nothing to do with them.
Still, it was impossible to look at them the same way
after what I had gone through last night. I wanted to
vomit as Pete placed the head of his drooling penis
against my lips and began to push but I was not as
terrified as I would have been before Kevin ****d me.

I allowed Pete to ***** his appendage into my mouth and
I tried to suck it as I had been taught. I didn't get
the chance though. As soon as the head of his penis
squeezed past my teeth Pete began to drive it into me
as if my mouth were a vagina. His penis was about seven
inches long. It was probably only half as thick as
Kevin's, maybe even less than that. But even so it was
of a respectable length and thickness and he was
attacking me just as ******** as Jim was. I started
gagging and I brought my hands up to try to protect
myself.

Jon and Mr. Johnson grabbed my arms and held them. I
struggled for a moment to free myself but it was
hopeless. Pete grabbed my head in his hands and resumed
his ****** strokes, striking the back of my throat with
each stab of his male weapon.

I remembered Lori's advice last night and I tried
swallowing just before Pete plunged his thing into me
and at first it didn't seem to make a difference. But
then, after several more abortive attempts to slam his
penis into me I guess he timed it just right and
suddenly Pete's organ slid right down my throat.

He held my face pressed tightly against his stomach and
groaned in pleasure as the others made crude comments
about what they erroneously interpreted as my rapidly
improving oral sex skills. I started to panic as he
held me like that but after a moment I realized that I
could breathe and I stopped struggling again. I relaxed
and Pete took several more violent strokes and I felt
him quiver as he shot his slimy male spend down my
throat.

I had been so distracted by the painful **** of my
throat that I hadn't even realized that Jim had already
filled me with his seed as well. He was standing behind
me now with his organ going soft in my vagina and his
hands moving over the cheeks of my butt.

Pete finally withdrew and a moment later Jim pulled out
of me with an embarrassing wet sucking sound. He moved
around my desk and I wasn't even surprised when he
offered his nasty organ to my lips. I groaned, "Oh god,
why me?" under my breath. But I opened my mouth and
when he pushed into my mouth I sucked him clean.

I heard the others making sounds of disgust as I sucked
Jim's organ clean. The worst part was that I knew that
it wasn't over yet. I realized that for the foreseeable
future it was not ever going to be over. I would be
doing this for these men over and over as often as they
wished. There was no end in sight. I knew that Kevin
would never let me quit this job. It amused him that I
was being treated this way. It had been his idea!

I heard the rustle of clothing again and without even
looking I knew that Jon was preparing to use me. I lay
there unmoving and waited for him to take me. I jumped
when he slapped my buttock and said, "Well cunt, where
to you want me to put my cock? Do you want me to fuck
your cunt or your face?"

I groaned. I didn't want him at all. But if I had to,
and if he was actually going to let me decide, I wanted
it in the correct place. I answered meekly, "Please
sir, put it in my vagina."

They all laughed and Mr. Johnson exclaimed, "Your
vagina?! You stupid cunt! You don't have a vagina. You
have a cunt!"

Jim was still standing near my head with his penis out
and he asked, "What is this cunt?"

I looked to see him stroking his organ and I answered,
"It's your penis sir."

There was silence for a moment and then I heard Mr.
Johnson say, "Jesus! You dumb fucking whore. Nobody but
a doctor or a biology teacher calls it a fucking penis!
It's a cock for Christ's sake! I can see that we are
going to have to work on your vocabulary."

He moved closer and slapped my buttocks and asked,
"What's that cunt?"

I almost said that they were my buttocks. But I knew
that would be the wrong answer. I knew what he wanted
me to say. I meekly responded, "That's my ass sir."

He grunted and reached under me and squeezed my breast
and asked, "And that?"

I sighed and answered, "My tit?"

I felt his hand come up between my wide spread thighs
and I jumped as he slapped my mound. When his hand came
in contact with my mound he apparently got a coating of
the juices leaking out of me. In a voice heavy with
disgust he exclaimed, "Fuck!" Then I felt him wiping
his hand in my hair. When he had wiped the juices from
his hand he asked, "What was that?"

I hated these words! They were so demeaning, so ugly. I
had never used them and I despised those that did. But
I wasn't in charge of me anymore. I finally answered
with the word I knew they were waiting for. "It's my
cunt sir."

Mr. Johnson said, "Very good cunt. You got the girl
stuff right. Now let's try the boy parts. Go ahead
cunt, name them."

I almost whispered, "Cock."