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It was the first time I had gone out to have a little
fun since my husband had left for Iraq. His National
Guard unit had been called to active duty and before we
had time to take a deep breath he was gone. He had been
gone almost three months and I was bored to death. All
I ever did now was go to work and go home and watch TV
and write letters to my husband. I was a little upset
that I wrote to him every night and I got a letter from
him only once a week, if that.

I knew that conditions were rough over there and that
he was having a hard time of it. But just a note to say
that he was okay and still loved me would have been
nice. We had only been married for a little over a year
and I knew he loved me, but I really worried about him
and I wanted a little reassurance. No, I wanted a lot
of reassurance, not so much that he still loved me, I
knew that he did. Rather that he was still alive and
uninjured and holding up alright.

When I let my friend talk me into attending the party
at her house on Friday evening I certainly didn't go
because I was peeved at my husband Brian for not
writing to me in almost two weeks. I went because I was
tired of sitting home alone in my quiet little
apartment and worrying about him. I wanted to hear some
music and talk to some happy people and dance a little
and have a couple of drinks.

I had no idea how out of hand things were going to get.
My girlfriend, Tanya, wasn't all that wild. I had no
reason to believe that this would be anything but a fun
little party for some of her close friends. It was her
birthday and two of her friends were throwing a party
for her and had reserved one of the pools in their
apartment complex.

I intended to have a couple of drinks and laugh a
little and dance a little maybe, and then go home alone
and go to bed all by myself. I wasn't worried about
anything. I was an independent twenty-one year old
married woman and I was capable of taking care of
myself. Or at least I thought I was.

It was hot and sunny and I had a couple of drinks and
danced a few dances. Then I put my bikini on and spent
some time in the pool cooling off. More than a few guys
were coming on to me and it was very flattering. I
flirted with a couple of them, but I eventually made it
clear that nothing was going to come of it and they
started leaving me alone. I was relieved, because I had
definitely been tempted by a couple of the guys.

When you get used to a fairly regular sex life for a
year or so the sudden move back to abstinence is not
easy, or pleasant.

Once it got dark and cooled off a little I danced a
little more. I stayed in my bikini, but there were lots
of girls dancing in their bikinis, and mine was more
conservative than most, so I wasn't standing out or
anything. After a while I was spending most of my time
with one guy. He was really cute and funny and he
really cheered me up. When we weren't dancing we were
sitting on the pool steps in water up to our necks or
sitting at a small table and sipping a beer.

I had made it clear to him that I was leaving at ten
and he was disappointed, but he didn't argue with me.
He was slightly older, I think he was close to thirty,
and more mature. He had accepted that he wasn't getting
laid tonight, at least, not by me. We were enjoying
each other's company though and I stayed with him.
Mostly I stayed with him because he was fun to be with,
but also because while I was him the other guys were
leaving me alone.

At nine thirty he talked me into one last beer and he
got out of the pool and got the drinks and we moved to
a pair of lounge chairs on the side. The volume of the
music was turned down around eight o'clock or so and we
could talk more easily now. I couldn't deny that I was
having a great time.

I sipped my last beer and kept my eye on the time,
fully intending to leave at ten. That isn't what
happened though. I don't remember what happened. I was
sitting and talking one minute and having a good time.

The next thing I knew it was Saturday morning and I was
waking up in bed with a guy! I didn't know what had
happened. I knew that I hadn't been that drunk and I
assumed that I had been d**gged. I looked at the guy in
the bed and I recognized him as the man I had spent
most of the evening with, but I couldn't for the life
of me remember his name.

I was naked and I looked down and saw that I had tooth
marks on my tits and my thighs and my chest and stomach
and thighs were covered with dried cum. I put my face
in my hands and I realized that I had it all over my
face too.

I got up, feeling very much like I had a hangover, and
looked around for the bathroom. As I moved around I
realized that I was in a lot of pain. My vagina hurt,
my butt hurt and my throat was sore. I was no rocket
scientist, but I quickly realized that it was pretty
likely that I had been ****d last night, and by more
than one guy.

I found the bathroom and went in and stared at myself
in the mirror. There was flaky dried cum all over my
face and body and my long blonde hair was encrusted
with it.

I suddenly felt sick to my stomach and I rushed to the
toilet and lifted the seat and threw up for several
minutes. When I finally stopped and my stomach was
under control I flushed the toilet and turned to wash
my face and hands and there he was, standing in the
door smiling at me.

Before I could say anything he said, "What a waste of
cum. We went to a lot of trouble to fill your stomach
with that cum. Now we have to do it all over again."

I found my voice and even though it hurt my throat I
screamed at him, "You fucking r****t! You aren't going
to get away with this. As soon as I leave here I'm
calling the police. I hate you!"

He just smiled and stared at me like I was some sort of
amusing little pet or something.

I washed my face and hands and dried off on the
cleanest towel that I could find. Then I stormed back
into the bedroom to look for my clothes. He followed me
and watched me look around and when I demanded my
clothes he said, "Your bikini is in the living room."

I stomped down the short hallway and came to a sudden
stop in the living room. There were four men sitting
around grinning at me. They all looked like they had
just gotten up.

I realized that they must have all ****d me last night.
I didn't remember it though and I was very embarrassed
about being naked in front of them. I spotted my bikini
on the floor and I went for it and hurriedly put it on.
I spotted my purse on a table and grabbed it, but the
rest of my clothes were nowhere to be seen. They were
probably still out by the pool.

I started for the door but before I could open it he
said, "Don't leave yet. We have something to show you."

"No you don't!" I yelled and continued for the door. I
didn't get that far though. One of the four men that
had apparently slept in the living room stood up and
blocked my path.

I wasn't scared yet. I was still far too mad to be
scared. I yelled at him to get the fuck out of my way
and he just stood there smiling at me. That just made
me even more furious. I charged at him and tried to
push him out of the way and when I saw how little
effect I had on him it made me even madder.

He got tired of me though and he grabbed a handful of
my hair and nearly lifted me off of the floor. I
dropped my purse and put my hands on his wrist and
tried to free myself. He just ignored my efforts and
dragged me easily to the couch and roughly pushed me
down between two of the men that were sitting there.

He said, "Tom asked you politely to stay and look at
something. Trust me. You are going to want to see it.
It is very important to you."

I reached up and rubbed my sore scalp, causing a
snowstorm of dried cum to fall onto my shoulder and
into my lap. I almost threw up again as I realized what
was happening. Instead, I forced myself to take a deep
breath and asked them what was so fucking important for
me to see.

One of them picked up a couple of remote controls and
turned on the television and then started a DVD. I
screamed as the picture came on and I saw myself being
passed from man to man in this living room. I was naked
and I was smiling and apparently having the time of my
life. Their hands were all over me and if anything I
seemed to be encouraging them.

I said loudly, "You fucking bastards!" Then I tried to
stand up and leave. I was half way to my feet when the
men sitting on either side of me pulled me back down.
One of them said, "There is a lot more to see Kim.
Trust me. You are going to find this educational."

I struggled with them and said, "All you have here is
proof that you ****d me you bastards!"

Tom said, "No Kim, you aren't looking close enough.
What we have here is proof that you were a more than
willing participant. Look at yourself, your eyes are
open, you are smiling and animated, you are standing on
your own two feet. No one can look at that and come
away with the opinion that you are being ****d. Just
keep watching."

What choice did I have? They wouldn't let me leave
anyway.

I sat and watched as the men that weren't currently
occupied groping and kissing me started undressing.
When they were naked they took over and the rest of the
men undressed. Then they returned to passing me around
and groping my naked body. It was humiliating to watch,
especially with the five of them sitting there,
watching me as I stared at the screen.

They finally tired of passing me around and three of
them sat on the couch and one of them asked me in a
friendly tone of voice to kneel between his legs. There
wasn't the slightest hint of force or coercion. Even
though I knew without a doubt that I had been d**gged,
I couldn't see any sign of it.

My embarrassment increased as I watched myself take the
first man's cock into my mouth and start sucking
greedily. By now I had come to realize that all of
these men had ****d me. That didn't make it any easier
to sit in the room with them and watch it being
replayed on the TV.

As I sucked off the first man one of the others knelt
beside me on the side away from the camera that Tom
must have been operating and he played with my breasts
with one hand and his other hand reached between my
legs and teased my sex roughly. I watched my reaction
as he groped me and it looked very much like I was
enjoying it.

I felt the tears running down my cheeks and it
infuriated me. I didn't want these bastards to see how
upset I was. I wiped my eyes and continued to watch as
I brought the first of them to orgasm and swallowed his
cum without hesitation. I didn't even do that for my
husband!

The man that was groping me moved me over to the next
man and as we watched me being repositioned Tom said,
"In case you are wondering, Rory was second. You had
already sucked me off while I was waiting for my
friends here to arrive. My friends and I share
everything."

I sat and watched, horrified, as I sucked all four of
them off. Tom came in from time to time and got lots of
close-ups of my smiling, happy face as I swallowed one
load of cum after another.

Once I had sucked off the fourth man I was placed on a
large hassock on my back and the first man that I had
sucked off moved between my legs and easily slipped his
cock into my very wet pussy. I saw that my pussy was
red and swollen and looked like I had already had sex.

I glanced at Tom and he smiled and said, "Yeah, we
fucked too."

They all fucked me, one right after the other. After
each of them came in my pussy they moved around and
after the next one had pushed his hard cock inside of
me the one that had just had me moved to my face and I
eagerly sucked them clean.

I felt my stomach turning and I put my hand over my
mouth and rushed to the bathroom. I made it just in
time and I threw up again. But my stomach was pretty
much empty now and it was mainly dry heaves.

I waited until my stomach was calm and then I washed my
face and went back out to the living room. I was placed
right back between the two men on the couch and the DVD
was taken off of pause my gangbang movie took right up
where it had left off.

Once they had all cum in my pussy the blowjobs started
again. Tom's second blowjob from me was caught on film
and I was forced to watch as I sucked them all again.
This time, though, they didn't cum in my mouth. After
Tom had gotten hard he pulled his cock out of my mouth
and turned me over on the hassock and started
lubricating my butt from a tube of KY Jelly.

I watched as he spent several minutes lubricating and
stretching my ass and then he handed me the lubricant
and I used it to grease up his large cock with apparent
eagerness.

He watched me as I smiled and spread the grease over
his hard cock, then he patted my head and said, "That's
a good girl." Then the camera panned back and forth
between my face and my ass as he began to force his
cock inside of me.

I watched in disbelief as it went in easily and I
looked back at him with a look of passion on my face.
Tom said, "That was me taking your cherry. That was the
first time you had ever been fucked in the ass, wasn't
it?"

I nodded, still staring at the TV incredulously.

They had had the sound turned off all of this time and
now they turned it up and I heard myself grunting in
pleasure and begging him to fuck me harder. While he
was fucking my ass the others took turns sticking their
cocks in my mouth and letting me keep them hard and
ready for their turn in my ass.

They had all had me twice already and some of them took
a very long time to fuck my ass. Not all of them. A
couple of them came nearly as quickly that time as the
first time. Over all though, this round of ****s took a
long time. Through it all I begged them to fuck me
harder and when each of them had cum in my ass, before
I sucked his nasty cock clean with apparent eagerness,
I begged the next one to fuck my ass.

After that they all just sat back and relaxed and from
time to time one of them would call me over and I would
suck him off again. In between, when I wasn't sucking
one of their cocks, I was obeying orders to pose in
humiliating positions, or play with myself, or to scoop
up the cum dripping out of my pussy and ass and spread
it over my face and hair and breasts for their
amusement. It was the most disgusting thing that I had
ever seen, and it looked like I loved every minute of
it.

I realized that there was no way that I could go to the
police. I don't know what they had d**gged me with. The
effects were obvious though, to me. To a cop, or a
judge, or a jury, they would just see a horny slut
whose husband was in Iraq as she eagerly took on all
comers.

I looked at Tom and said, "Okay, you win. I won't call
the cops. I know what would happen if I tried to
convince them of the truth."

Tom smiled and said, "You still don't get it, Kim. We
aren't done with you yet. We enjoyed the hell out of
what we did last night. You are a great cocksucker and
you have such a hot tight cunt, and your sweet ass is
even tighter. We can't let you go that easily. Maybe in
a week or two, but for now, your ass is ours."

I tried to stand up again and I was pulled back down. I
shook my head and said, "No, I can't, I won't. I can't
do those things that you did to my d**gged body last
night. I don't even do those things with my husband. I
won't do it!"

Tom laughed and said, "Sure you will Kim. Because if
you don't, your husband is going to get a copy of the
DVD and then he will wonder why you do those things
with everyone else but not him. At least I guess that
is what he will wonder."

Then he held up my address book which had been in my
purse and said, "I bet there are a lot of other people
that would get a kick out of seeing how hot you are
too." He thumbed through the book and stopped from time
to time and asked what my relationship was with various
people in the book and I didn't answer, but the idea of
them seeing that DVD was even more horrible than the
idea of being forced to do the things that were on it.

I slumped down on the couch and covered my face with my
hands and cried hysterically. I didn't think at all for
a few minutes and they let me cry. As my sobs subsided
though, I realized I was going to have to let them do
anything that they wanted to me for as long as they
wanted. I was totally in their power. I knew that I had
been an unwilling participant in the sex acts that they
had recorded last night. Even knowing it though, I saw
no sign of any unwillingness on my part in that movie.
Far from it, at every turn I had looked eager,
enthusiastic. They hadn't even ordered me to do things.
They had asked or suggested or simply guided my willing
body where they wanted it.

I tried to tell myself that it didn't matter much now.
They had already done everything that they could do to
me. From now on it would just be more of the same. I
knew that wasn't true though. For one thing, I would be
conscious now, aware of the humiliating things I was
being forced to submit to. That aside though, I had no
doubt they had more and greater humiliations in store
for me.

Tom came over and stood in front of me and said, "We
had a great time last night Kim. You behaved like the
perfect little slut. Personally though, I am looking
forward to doing it all over again now that you are
going to know what's happening to you and hate every
minute of it. That turns me on so much more than when
you were oblivious. Why don't we start by having you
stand up and take that fucking bikini back off?"

He reached down and took my hand and pulled me to my
feet and stepped back. I realized that it didn't
matter. They had not only seen me naked; they had all
had sex with me over and over last night. I didn't have
the faintest memory of it though. As far as my mind was
concerned, this was all new to me.

I looked at Tom, standing nearby with my address book
in his hand and my brain spun madly trying to think of
some way out of this mess. I saw that one of them had
begun recording me standing in the center of the room
and I saw the looks on their faces. The anticipation
and the lust were one thing, but I also saw how much
they were getting off on the idea that I hated this. I
was terrified and I was humiliated and that was turning
them on.

I looked down at the stained carpet and reached behind
my back and untied the top of my suit. As soon as I
untied it the cups fell away from breasts, exposing
them. I reached behind my neck then and removed it and
dropped it on a nearby table. There were a few
chuckles. I supposed that they were amused at my
humiliation. It was obvious that they were enjoying
degrading me nearly as much as they enjoyed the sex. I
have to assume that they enjoyed the sex. They weren't
letting me go.

I hooked my thumbs into the waist of my bikini bottoms
and slid them down and let them fall to the floor. Then
I stood naked in front of them again. I fought the urge
to cover myself with my hands. I realized that it would
be silly at this point, and that they would only be
amused by it.

Tom said, "That's a good girl. Now get your nasty ass
in the bathroom and take a shower. You stink."

As I was leaving the room, biting my tongue to keep
from pointing out that I didn't "stink" before they had
****d me, Tom turned to his buddy with the camera and
said, "John, why don't you go with her. Get some good
shots of her in the shower."

John trailed behind me with the camera and I was
acutely aware of the camera recording my every move as
I turned on the shower and used Tom's soap and shampoo
to wash the dried cum from my abused body and my stiff,
cum encrusted hair.

John kept the shower curtain open enough to watch me
and he filmed every embarrassing moment. I had no
desire to go back into that living room and serve as a
sex toy for those horrible men, but I was really being
creeped out by John filming all of my most private
moments. He even recorded me on the toilet when I sat
down to pee, forcing me to spread my legs so that he
could film the urine spraying from my body. I shuddered
in revulsion as each new humiliating experience was
recorded.

Before I went back out I brushed my teeth with my
finger and some of Tom's toothpaste. I was able to
finally get the taste of cum out of my mouth. I
imagined that it wouldn't be long before they remedied
that though.

When I returned to the living room Tom called me over
to where he was sitting and pulled me down into his
lap. He sniffed at me, sarcastically, as if to see if I
were actually clean enough to touch. Then he smiled and
said, "Much better. Now, my friends and I have been
planning your day while you were getting cleaned up.
You are smart enough to know that the things that amuse
us won't be as much fun for you as they are for us. The
thing is, you know that you don't have any choice,
don't you?"

I nodded. It was true, no matter what happened after
this, they already had enough information to ruin my
life, destroy my marriage and my reputation.

Tom continued, "Good, because I don't want to have to
keep threatening you to make you behave. If you get to
be a problem, we can always give you more of that d**g
I gave you last night and you have seen how you behave
then. Trust me. We are a pretty imaginative group. The
pictures could get much worse if we d**gged you again."

There was no doubt in my mind that these men would take
pleasure in destroying me if I didn't do as I was told.
I just wasn't sure if I could do this. I had always
been a very conservative person. I was not one of those
girls that dressed to thrill and liked to show off. I
had never, before last night at least, had sex with
multiple partners and I had certainly never posed for
revealing photographs.

Brian had tried on numerous occasions to get me to pose
for some sexy pictures. He had desperately wanted one
of me in a sexy pose to take with him to Iraq. In my
mind though, I could just see him showing it to his
friends and I couldn't do it. I love him, and I like it
that he thinks I am sexy, but that is just between me
and Brian. Or at least it had been until last night.

As Tom warned me about obeying his orders his hand
moved over my body as if he owned me. I hated it that
when he touched certain places, those places that only
my husband should be able to touch, I felt myself
responding. I knew that it was just a physical response
and that I had no control over it. It was like my body
was surrendering to him though and I hated that. What I
hated even more was that, until he got tired of me, he
did own me.

He pushed me out of his lap and said, "Come on, let's
find you something you can wear. It's a beautiful day
out there. We don't want to spend it cooped up in
here."

I wasn't sure. I didn't want to spend the day here with
these horny men. On the other hand, I was terrified of
what public humiliations they had planned for me.

I looked around at the cruel faces that continued to
ogle my naked body and there wasn't a hint of sympathy
in any of them. These guys were all older, around
thirty or so I guess. That was all that I knew about
them though. So far I only had names for three of them,
Tom, Rory and John. Before last night I had only had
sex with two guys. I had been with my husband and a
previous boyfriend when I was s*******n. Now the total
had increased to seven over night, and I still didn't
know the names of two of them.

I followed Tom back to his bedroom and he said, "We
just need to find something that you can wear to get
you to where we are going. Once we get there we can
find you something more appropriate."

He reached into closet and pulled out a dress shirt and
handed it to me. I put it on and started to button it
up. He stopped me before I could button anywhere near
enough buttons. I looked down and the shirt's tails
just barely covered my pussy in the front. I doubt if
it fully covered my ass. He had made me stop buttoning
it before I had gotten as high as my breasts. It was
loose fitting and the front hung away from my breasts
so that anyone looking from the side could see them.

I was standing there, waiting for him to hand me
something else to wear but he just smiled and said,
"Perfect! Let's go."


I gasped in shock. I had resolved not to keep balking
at his orders. I knew that he was always going to win.
I could get arrested going out like this though!

I said, "Tom, wait!"

He stopped and turned around and I saw the look on his
face. I knew I wouldn't get anything else to wear. He
was looking forward to humiliating me. I hesitated for
a second and said, "My feet, can't I at least wear my
sandals?"

He looked down and said, "I guess. They're in the
living room. Let's go bitch."

I thought, "I'm not a bitch, you bastard!" I bit my
tongue though. I didn't want to make him feel like he
had to prove my new subhuman status to me.

I stopped on the way out of the bedroom and looked at
my reflection in the mirror. I couldn't believe I was
actually going to leave the apartment looking like
this. I turned around and I saw that nearly an inch of
my ass was exposed below the shirttails. I rushed to
catch up with Tom before he felt the need to exert his
authority over me any further and as I entered the
living room again the guys hooted and laughed at my
degrading outfit. I looked around and spotted my
sandals under a lamp table and I slipped them on and
then the guys all stood up and we went outside.

It was nearly eleven on a bright Saturday morning and
there were people out everywhere. There were guys
washing cars and people on their way to the pool and
heading out to go where ever they normally go on
Saturday. Every person we passed stopped what they were
doing and stared at me. The guys all gaped as they
caught flashes of my breasts as the shirt fell open or
my ass which was readily displayed as I went past. The
women stared in shock and disgust.

This was an apartment complex largely occupied by young
singles and couples who were either living together or
had recently married. I imagine that they saw a lot
around here. I had noticed some pretty skimpy bikinis
at the pool yesterday. So it was pretty obvious from
their reaction that I was exposing a whole hell of a
lot of skin. All I could do, though, was blush and keep
my head down and keep walking.

We walked to Tom's car and it was like a clown car the
way the six of us squeezed into his small four
passenger car. I found out the names of the last two of
my tormentors when Tom said, "Harry, you're the
smallest. You sit in the middle and John and Steve can
sit on the outside. The bitch can sit in your lap."

Rory, the largest of the five, sat in the passenger
seat in front and recorded the struggle as the three
men squeezed into the back and pulled me in after them.
It was impossibly cramped, but they just laughed about
it.

Before the doors were all closed, Harry had my shirt
opened and pulled aside, baring my breasts to the
camera and the many people walking around the parking
lot. They all found this incredibly amusing. I was just
horrified.

I had no idea where we were going. I only knew that
wherever it was I was going to hate it and I was going
to hate what happened there. I slumped down a little in
Harry's lap to keep my head from bumping against the
roof of the car and as we drove off I had Harry's hands
playing with my breasts and Steve and John both had
their hands on my thighs. They were pulling my legs
farther apart and making it easier for Rory to get some
more humiliating pictures of me.

Tom drove to the an area of town where adult oriented
businesses seemed to congregate and pulled into a
parking lot in front of a place called The Camera Club.
He got out and said, "Wait here. This shouldn't take
long."

As soon as he was gone I was turned in my seat so that
my back was against the door and my legs were across
the laps of the men squeezed in the back seat. They
pushed my legs apart and played with my body cruelly
and laughed at my reactions. One of them took one of my
nipples into his mouth and after teasing it to hardness
he suddenly bit down cruelly and I screamed and jumped
and tried to pull away. They seemed to think that was
hilarious.

When they were no longer amused by that, Harry seemed
to be intent on picking me up by my pubic hair. He
reached down and grabbed a large clump of my pubic hair
in his fingers and closed down and started slowly
lifting. I clamped my hands down on his wrist and held
on and screamed in pain and begged him tearfully to
stop.

They laughed and laughed as he kept pulling for several
more long moments. He finally lowered my ass back down
and as he took his hand away they laughed again at the
amount of my blonde pubic hair that remained in his
fingers. It had been pulled out by the roots!

I was crying loudly now and begging them to stop. Rory
was filming it all and laughing at my pain and
humiliation.

Tom finally came back out and his friends stopped
tormenting me. I was crying again and as Tom leaned in
the window and said, "Everyone out." I wiped my eyes
with the shirt sleeves and cried out, "Why are you
doing this to me?!"

When I was standing beside the car Tom turned me with
my back to the car and lifted my head and said, "We are
doing this to you because it is fun. You are a fucking
tease. You led me on at that party last night and then
when I wanted some of your sexy ass you suddenly had to
go home. Well fuck you bitch! You won't be teasing any
one else. Next time a guy wants some of your ass you're
going to give him some. You fucking frigid bitch!"

"I'm not a tease!" I exclaimed. "I didn't lead you on.
I danced with you for Christ's sake! Do you think that
every girl that dances with you is supposed to sleep
with you?!"

Tom sneered at me and said, "You did a hell of a lot
more than dance with me bitch. You spent a couple of
hours telling me how lonely you were and how much you
missed your husband and waiving your tits and your ass
in my face and making me think that you wanted to get
laid. Then you said, "I have to go now after I wasted
all fucking evening on you!"

I just shook my head in disbelief. It hadn't been like
that. I had not led him on. In fact, I had tried to get
rid of him several times. He would not take a hint. All
I could say was, "It wasn't like that. I didn't lead
you on."

He had a look of hatred on his face now and he said,
"Bullshit! You spent hours teasing me and then, when
you had had your fun you just wanted to go home. It's
time you learned your lesson bitch. We're going to
teach you, you get some guy hot for you from now on,
you had best put out. You think that damned pussy of
yours is solid fucking gold or something the way you
guard it. It's just pussy bitch, and it's meant to be
fucked."

I was just staring at him in shock now. It was
beginning to dawn on me that aside from the fact that
he liked to d**g and **** women, there was something
wrong with this guy. He seemed to think that if a woman
talked to him and then didn't sleep with him then he
could do anything that he wanted to her and she had it
coming!

He grabbed my arm and started pulling me into the
building that he had just come out of. As we walked he
said it again.

"Remember that bitch. It's just pussy."

He pulled me into The Camera Club and I looked around
and saw pictures of nude and semi-nude women
everywhere. There were a dozen men standing around
inside and they all looked up when I came in.

As soon as they saw what I was wearing, or nearly
wearing, they became a lot more interested. Tom smiled
at them and pulled me along to an office in the back.
He pulled me inside and shut the door and I found
myself looking across a cluttered desk at a large black
man in his mid to late fifties. He looked me over and
said, "Not bad. Lose the shirt."

I glanced at Tom, but he just nodded. So I slowly
unbuttoned the shirt he had given me to wear and let it
fall open in front of me. It no longer covered me, but
the black man said impatiently, "I said lose it girl!"

He looked at Tom and Tom smiled and said, "She isn't
too bright, and she is new at this. Don't worry, she
won't be any trouble."

Then he turned to me and said, "Will you, you stupid
cunt?"

I looked down and shook my head and shrugged the shirt
down off of my shoulders and held it in my sweating
hands. Tom took it away and ordered me to turn around
slowly.

I obeyed, and as I turned the black man commented on my
body. "She's kind of cute. Her tits are too small and
she doesn't have much of an ass. She has a cute little
cunt though. Yeah, I guess she'll do."

When I had finished turning around he got up and took
me back out into the hall and into a room with racks of
clothing. He looked through some of it and pulled out a
handful of clothes and told me to get dressed.

They stood there and watched as I put on the lacy
underwear and then a pair of thigh high hose with lacy
tops that matched the underwear. I put on the plaid
skirt and plain white blouse and a pair of silly
looking saddle shoes and they looked at me approvingly.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I saw that
they had dressed me like a Catholic schoolgirl!

The man asked me, "Do you know what is going to happen
now?"

I shook my head. I didn't know, I wished to god I would
never find out. I just wanted to leave. I knew that
whatever it was I was going to hate it.

He said, "You are going back out front and mix with the
customers for a few minutes. You better be nice to them
too. I ain't k**ding bitch. I got some other outfits
and some really kinky studio sets that you would hate a
lot more than you are going to hate this one. So you
better figure out how to paste a smile on your fucking
face. You mix with the customers and smile and make
nice and if someone gets fresh, well, that's just too
fucking bad."

"When you have warmed them up a little I am going to
take you down the hall to a private room and you are
going to pose for them while they take lots and lots of
pictures. You pose any fucking way they ask you to
pose. When ten minutes have passed, a bell will ring
and you take off your blouse. You pose for ten more
minutes and the bell will ring again. You take off your
skirt. At the next bell you take off your bra, and then
your panties. After that, you pose for twenty minutes
in just your stockings. Any pose that they ask for
bitch. I better not get any complaints. Do you have any
questions?"

I was so scared now that I was shaking. In a quivering
voice I asked the only question that I could think of.
"What if they want to touch me?"

He smiled and said, "They can touch you, they just
can't have sex with you. They have to pay extra for
that."

I shuddered in fear and revulsion and covered my face
with my hands and started crying again. Tom suddenly
snatched me up by my hair and said, "That's enough of
that shit. It's time to start practicing that smile you
teased me with last night bitch."

Tom wiped my eyes with the shirt he was carrying and we
started out of the dressing room. "Wait!" I suddenly
said. I had thought of another question. "What happens
to those pictures? Oh god. What if someone I know sees
them. They could end up all over the internet!"

The black man smiled and said, "Shit happens. Now smile
god damn it!"

I tried. I knew it was more of a grimace than a smile.
It didn't really satisfy them. The black man just
glowered at me and said, "Keep working on it you stupid
cunt."

He led me back out into the front room and pushed me
towards the dozen or so men that were milling around
looking at the pictures of naked women on the wall. He
then got their attention and said, "Gentlemen, this is
our newest model, Little Kim. This is her first time.
She's a cherry so to speak. Look her over and if you
are interested she will be modeling in a few minutes.
Feel free to ask her any questions."

The men swarmed around me. At first they kept their
hands to themselves. They all looked like a bunch of
weirdoes. They ranged in age from early sixties to one
guy that didn't look like he was eighteen yet. Most of
them looked kind of nerdy and it occurred to me that
this was probably the only way some of them ever got to
see a naked woman.

One of them, the one that I assumed was the oldest
asked, "How old are you honey?"

"Twenty-one," I answered in a trembling voice.

"You sound scared," one of them said. "Are you scared?"

I shrugged and said, "It is my first time, I'm pretty
nervous."

One of them spotted my wedding ring and asked, "Does
your husband know that you are doing this?"

I blushed even more deeply and shook my head.

One of them asked, "Are you a prostitute?"

I quickly exclaimed, "No!"

He wasn't satisfied though and he asked, "Then what are
you doing here? Do you like taking your clothes off in
front of guys you don't know?"

I didn't know what to say to him. I looked at Tom who
was standing nearby listening and enjoying my
discomfort.

Tom spoke up and said, "I brought her here to teach her
a lesson for being such a tease. I hate a fucking
tease. She needed to learn a lesson."

The men around me all seemed to think that was an
admirable goal.

As I stood there surrounded by the geeks several more
came in and after looking at me they went and spoke to
the black guy and gave him money. When he was satisfied
that there were enough of them he said, "Okay
gentleman, the show is about to start. Do you all know
the rules?"

Everyone seemed to nod or mutter something quietly
under their breath. Then he came over and took my arm
and said, "Okay gents, if you will follow me."

He pulled me back down the dark hallway to a room that
was set up in one corner like a small classroom and in
the other corner like a small bedroom. In between was a
small stage, raised about a foot off of the floor with
a nasty looking fur rug in the middle of it.

I was led to the class room area and then the black guy
stepped back and said, "Okay gentlemen, when the bell
rings your time has begun."

Then he moved out of the way. I looked around nervously
and I noticed that the walls didn't go all the way to
the ceiling. I also noticed that Rory was standing on
something and looking over the top of the wall and
filming us with his fucking movie camera! The others,
Tom, Harry, John and Steve were standing in the back of
the room watching. It was obvious that they were
amused, and it was also obvious that they were getting
aroused.

The bell rang and I looked at the fifteen men that were
ogling me and waited for some suggestions. One of them
ordered me to sit in one of the small student desks and
they formed a semi circle in front of me and I was
quickly ordered to spread my legs farther and farther
apart. When everyone that wished to had taken a picture
of my panties I was ordered to stand and bend over
until my hands were touching the floor. The short skirt
I was wearing pulled up and I suspect that by the time
I was positioned where they wanted me nearly half of my
ass was exposed.

I stayed like that for a few minutes and then I was
placed on the teacher's desk against the front wall.
They didn't tell me how to pose this time though. Two
of them sat me up on the desk and lifted my legs and
positioned them with my heels on the edge of the desk
exposing my panties again. It seemed though, that
positioning my legs required a lot of touching and
their hands had slid up over my thighs, raising my
skirt as they placed my legs where they wanted them.

I looked down and I was dismayed that the crotch of the
panties looked like there was a slight darkening along
the area over my pussy, as though I was getting wet. I
was sure that wasn't possible though. I wasn't aroused
in the least. I was terrified.

After those customers that cared to had taken the shot,
and I noticed that not everyone was taking pictures
thankfully, they pulled me to my feet and put me back
up on the desk on my hands and knees and made me lean
my head down on my arms. They gathered around and knelt
down and took more humiliating pictures. Then the bell
rang.

Two of them lifted me off of the desk and they all
watched eagerly as I unbuttoned and removed the blouse.
As I slid it off I couldn't help being aware of how
hard my nipples were and how obvious it was through
this thin, lacy bra.

I heard a lot of comments on the fact that my nipples
were big and hard and could be seen through the lace
that covered them. I returned to posing as they ordered
me around. I put my hands behind my neck and my elbows
back and thrust my chest out for a couple of pictures.
Then I clasped my hands behind my back and thrust my
shoulders back.

One of them stood me beside one of the student desks
and reached down and grabbed my leg and lifted it up
and set it on the desk portion. My skirt slit up and
again more pictures were taken.

I had time for several more photos, each preceded by a
groping as I was placed into lewd and lascivious poses
before the bell rang and I nervously removed the skirt.

Now the older man, the guy who was in his sixties and
seemed to have taken charge, decided to move to the
small stage and I was led over with hands on my ass to
the small stage. I was placed on the fur on the edge of
the stage and they moved my body into more and more
poses.

Things didn't start heating up until the next bell rang
and my bra came off. There was a lot more touching then
and as they moved me around they all took turns
squeezing my breasts and pulling on my nipples. Many of
the pictures featured hands manipulating my breasts or
pinching my nipples.

Then the bell rang again and I was pulled to my feet
and two men saved me the trouble of removing my
panties. One of them moved to each side of me and the
rest of the crowd took pictures as they slowly slid my
panties down.

The pictures got a lot more obscene now. I was placed
on my back and my legs were held wide apart and I was
forced to spread my pussy open for them. There were
several pictures taken with fat fingers all the way
inside of me.

I was turned over and placed on my hands and knees and
ordered to pull the cheeks of my ass wide apart and I
listened to the cameras going off behind me. Then I was
left in that position for more poses as hands reached
in and defiled my body.

It was horrible and I had never been so degraded in my
life. What made it worse though were the jokes about
the moisture that had begun to seep out of my
traitorous pussy.

Those last twenty minutes seemed to last forever.
Towards the end of the allotted time men were posing
with me in lewd poses that simulated sex acts and the
crowd was laughing at me and calling me nasty names.
Every part of my body was exposed and photographed and
handled roughly by complete strangers, and it was all
caught on film.

The last bell finally rang and the men slowly put their
cameras down. The black man came back in and I was led
outside by Tom and Steve. The black man spoke with the
men inside that had just spent and hour photographing
me and then he opened the door and pulled me back into
the room and tossed me roughly onto the bed in the far
corner of the room.

Before I realized what was happening two of the men
walked up and as the rest of the men took more pictures
the two men pulled their pants off and got on the bed
with me. One of them moved behind me and as I screamed
he forced his cock into my pussy and held onto my hips
and began r****g me violently. The other had taken up a
position in front of me and forced his cock into my
mouth. The crowd was loud and raucous as they crowded
around and took more nasty photographs from every
angle.

I struggled at first, but these two large men that were
r****g me paid no attention. The one in my mouth came
first and after he filled my mouth with cum he pulled
out and held my head up by my hair so that they could
take pictures of my mouth and the load of cum on my
tongue. Then he moved his head down and in a cruel
voice said, "Swallow it bitch. Come on baby, eat that
cum, it's good for you."

I was crying again and you would have thought that
someone in that crowd would have cared. Not a single
man showed the slightest sympathy for me. They all knew
that I was here against my will. Tom had told them that
from the very beginning. I guess the idea that I
couldn't say no to them was a big turn on for them.

Once the man that was fucking me had his orgasm, both
men let me go and got off of the bed. I lowered my head
to my arms and cried, thinking that it was over. What
can I say? I'm a natural blonde.

I felt the bed move again and two more men joined me in
the middle of the bed. The cameras started clicking
away again as the next pair took up where the others
had left off. It went on and on. I don't think that
they all ****d me. Some of them just took pictures. But
most of them took me on that bed.

When it was finally over the customers were herded out
and Rory came downstairs and got some close-ups of my
cum-covered body. After he had let the customers out
the black man came back in and dropped his pants and
pulled me to my knees in front of him and forced my
sore lips down over his large, black cock.

He fucked my face violently for a few minutes as Rory
got a lot of close-ups, then he stood me up and bent me
over the bed and fucked my sore, sloppy pussy from
behind. His was by far the largest of the cocks that
had ****d me this afternoon and I was already very
sore. I cried out as he used his cock on me like a
weapon and when he finally came he pushed me back down
on my knees and forced me to clean his filthy black
cock with my mouth.

He finally let me go and after he put his pants back on
he picked me up by my arm and dragged me to a bathroom
and shoved me into a shower stall. I don't know why he
was so violent. It was like he was punishing me for
being a victim!

He reached in and turned on the water and a blast of
cold water sprayed over me. I screamed and tried to
scramble out but he just smiled and held me under the
water as cum from a dozen men was washed from my body.

The water finally began to get warm and I stopped
fighting. I stood under the spray with my legs spread
and let the many loads of cum drain out of me and wash
down the drain.

The black man watched in amusement the entire time and
said, "I could make a lot of money off of your skinny
ass. I'm going to have to talk to your boyfriend about
bringing you back in here more often.

I groaned in despair at the possibility of having to go
through this again. He saw the despair in my face and
said, "I love how much you hate it. It turns me the
fuck on. I may have to set up some special shows for
you. The boys seem to like you a lot."

I finally was clean and he shut the water off and
pulled me out, soaking wet and led me down the hall.
Tom and his friends were waiting out in the front room,
along with a growing crowd of customers. Tom handed me
the shirt I had been wearing when I arrived and I put
it on gratefully. It was instantly soaked through,
though, and my breasts and my pubic hair were as much
on display as if I were naked.

The guys were tired of hanging around though. The black
man handed Tom a wad of bills and said, "Pretty good
haul for a first timer, bring her back any time. We
could make some real money off of her ass."

I was pulled outside and we stood around the car for a
few minutes. We didn't leave though. They decided to go
and get a beer in one of the places nearby. We walked
to a bar and as we walked in we had to pass a by a
large man at the door screening customers. He looked at
me in my wet shirt and just smiled and nodded.

We went in and sat down and I had not realized at first
that we were in a strip club. The first clue should
have been the pictures around the entrance. The second
might have been the waitress who was wearing only a
pair of black panties. I didn't fully understand until
the loud music started and a woman came out on stage
and began to dance in not much more than a bikini. The
bikini didn't last long though. In a couple of minutes
she was dancing in the nude and I was sickened at the
lustful looks on the faces of the customers and the way
they started walking up to the stage and inserted
folded bills into the girls garter, often with long
lingering touches and fingers obviously moving over her
pussy.

She had a phony smile on her face and I had the
impression that she was only barely aware of what she
was doing. I don't mean to imply that she was d**gged
or something, though she might have been. It was more
like while she was dancing she was thinking about her
car payments or the weather or something.

She did not seem to enjoy her work. The guys didn't
seem to care though. They only cared that she was
naked.

The guys I was with sipped their beers. I gulped mine,
trying desperately to get the taste of strange men's
cum out of my mouth and throat. Many of the cocks that
had been forced into my mouth had been crammed down my
throat and my throat hurt so much that I could hardly
talk. That wasn't a problem though. I didn't have
anything to say to these guys, and if I had it would
have just amused them. So why bother.

When I had gulped my beer down Tom got up and went to
get me another. I sipped it a little more slowly and
the guys kept their eyes on me, but talked among
themselves a little. There wasn't much conversation
though. The music was too loud to talk over
comfortably.

I finished my beer and sat and waited for them to
decide how they wanted to humiliate me next. They
finished their beers and Tom ordered another round for
us, paying for them with the money he had made pimping
me out at The Camera Club.

The stripper finally finished her act and the music
returned to a background level and conversation resumed
around the table. Tom asked me how I had enjoyed posing
and I just gave him a dirty look.

He laughed and then he said, "Your second beer, it had
more of the d**g in it. Not as much as last night. You
won't be oblivious this time. It's just going to loosen
your ass up a little. The stuff has a cumulative effect
though. So I have to be careful. I wouldn't want you to
turn into a full time slut. I want you to hate what we
are doing to you. If you start liking it then it won't
be nearly as much fun. We have another new experience
planned for you though and I want you to look good on
film, just in case we decide to start sending movies to
your husband."

I could feel the d**g working already. I felt it
tingling all through my body. My nipples were becoming
super sensitive and my pussy was tingling and I was
starting to feel very horny.

I asked him, "What is it? What kind of d**g are you
giving me?"

He smiled and said, "Nothing you can get from your
d**ggist. It is a combination of some d**gs and some
herbs and some male hormones that all act together to
make an uptight cunt like you get real horny. If I give
you a double dose you get like you did last night. You
become a cock crazy slut that will fuck anyone and love
it, but the next day you won't remember a thing. A
single dose though, you just get so horny you can't say
no to anyone, even if you wanted to, and you won't."

"If you took it, a lot of it, over a long period of
time it would start to have a permanent effect. I
wouldn't do that to you though. I want you to keep
hating it. Now drink up. It's time to go. You are
feeling it, I can tell."

He was right. In my entire life I had never wanted a
cock in me as much as I did right that moment. Well,
except for last night, judging by the movie they had
made me watch. I didn't remember that though. Yet I was
fully aware and still dreading the humiliation, which
had not abated as the horniness increased.

I gulped my beer down and we left the bar. We didn't go
to the car. I was led to a nearby building with only
one sign outside. A large, neon sign that just said
'open' in big red letters was blinking over the door.
We went inside and on the inner door was another sign
that warned that you must be twenty-one to enter and
that you shouldn't enter if you were offended by
nudity.

We passed through the inner door and I came to a sudden
stop. I had never seen anything like it. I had never
imagined anything like it. I knew now what this place
was. I had heard about them. It was what was known as
an adult book store. Everywhere that I looked I saw
images of naked women in the most obscene poses. Along
the walls I saw rack after rack of sexual devices of
all descriptions. I saw all kinds of things that I had
no idea what they were used for, beyond the fact that
they were obviously sexual in nature.

There were movies and books and magazines everywhere. I
was so shocked by what I saw that at first I didn't
even notice the men. There were probably a dozen men of
every possible color and age and description. Each was
moving around checking out the merchandise. At least
that was what they had been doing until I came in. Now
they were all staring at me and my nearly see-through
shirt which was nearly unbuttoned all the way to the
bottom.

The men all stared at me as I was led inside and we
began to move up and down the aisles stopping to look
at obscene pictures. The guys took great pleasure in
pointing out women being fucked by large groups of men,
or being tied up and whipped. They showed me several
magazines about women with women and asked if I had
ever eaten a cunt. I hadn't, of course, and I quickly
told them so.

Tom showed me one movie about a woman being gangbanged
by twenty-five black men and said, "I bet you could
beat that record easy."

I shuddered in revulsion, but my nipples were still
hard and my pussy still tingling and if I had the
opportunity right at that moment I believe I would have
taken advantage of it. I had become so horny from that
d**g that I had to force myself to keep my hands away
from my pussy. I felt like if I could just rub it just
a little I would feel so much better.

We moved over to the racks of clothing. They were the
kind of things that husbands bought to get their wives
to look sexy for Valentines Day or something. The
typical male fantasy wear. Most of it was see-through
and some of it was even edible. They looked through the
racks and picked out several articles of clothing.

Tom called over to the clerk who was watching from the
counter, every bit as eagerly as his customers who had
begun to follow us around. He asked if it would be okay
if I tried on a few of the items and the clerk said,
"Sure, anything but the panties. If you try those on
you have to buy them."

Tom grabbed my shirt and pulled it off over my head.
Then he handed me a tiny loose fitting, very thin crop
top that had writing across the front. At first I was
grateful for any covering, until I saw what it said. In
big black letters it said, "Well Fuck Me!!"

I heard the laughter of the men around me and it was
obvious that they approved. Tom left me standing there
in the little crop top and looked through the racks and
came up with what was not much more than a loin cloth.
There was an elastic waistband and a piece of nearly
transparent cloth in front and back. There was a gap
down each hip of at least three inches between the
pieces of cloth. The pieces of cloth just barely
covered my pussy and my ass as long as I didn't move.

The comments were pouring in from the men gathering
around and a lot of them were asking how much. For my
part, the d**g had really taken hold of me now and I
really wanted this to happen. I needed a cock in me. If
it didn't happen soon I was going to start begging, and
I still had enough self awareness that I desperately
didn't want to do that.

Tom started to pull me over to the counter but as we
passed by all of the sex toys displayed on the wall he
stopped and reached up and pulled down a pair of wide
leather wrist restraints joined by a twelve inch chain
and a spiked, black leather collar. We went to the cash
register now and as Tom paid for the clothes and the
other items from my previous earnings, the guys put the
collar and the restraints on me, with the chain running
behind my back. I was then led through a door in the
back wall and into a room about the size of the small
living room in my apartment. The center of the small
room was empty but the walls were lined with ratty old
couches and nasty overstuffed chairs.

One major difference between this room and my living
room was that there was a big movie screen in the front
of the room showing a movie. I don't know what the
movie was. All I could see was a large black cock
thrusting violently into an equally large white pussy.
The screen was filled by the couple's genitals! The
sounds of sex filled my ears and between the sights and
sounds of obscene sex filling my senses and the d**gs I
had been given I was desperate now for someone to fuck
me.

I needn't have worried. That was what I was here for.
Tom started it. He pushed my little crop top up over my
head and let it fall down my back and hang over my
wrist restraints. He removed my tiny skirt and wrapped
it up with the shirt I had been wearing earlier and set
them aside. Then he pushed me down to my knees and as I
knelt I felt something wet on my knees. It was not
until later that I realized I was kneeling in cold,
stale cum.

Tom forced his cock into my mouth and down into my
throat in one violent thrust. The men that had been in
the room when we came in, and the others that had
followed us in were gathered around, ignoring the movie
now, and they were all impressed as I let Tom fuck my
face for a few minutes before he pulled me up and bent
me over and fucked my pussy from behind.

As soon as I felt his cock enter me I screamed and
came, loudly urging him on. He laughed and called me a
nasty cunt and as he fucked me violently Rory took his
place in front of me and began to fuck my face with his
much larger cock.

Tom and his four friends all fucked me before they
turned me over to the rest of the men in the room. Rory
had returned to filming, but none of them seemed to
care as they lined up to use one of my orifices.

I have no idea how long it lasted, but even though my
throat and my pussy got sore, I never wanted them to
stop. A few of them fucked my ass too, but even that
was making me cum. In the beginning, after I had fucked
and sucked Tom and his friends, there were probably
close to two dozen men in the room. I had already
fucked a dozen or so men at the photo club. That didn't
matter though. Because of the d**gs I couldn't get
enough cock now.

We were there for hours and men kept coming in from
outside and joining us. I could not begin to guess how
many men used my body that afternoon. I swallowed half
of their nasty cum, all of it that they sprayed in my
mouth and throat. The cum that they shot into my pussy
and my ass was running down my thighs in streams. Just
as they were about to cum a lot of the men pulled out
to spray my body with cum and by the time I had reached
a point that they would no longer touch me I was nearly