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We drove to the club in silence. I'm sure they had more than enough concerns and plenty of questions. But they never said a word. We arrived a few minutes early and went to the bar to order a round of drinks. We caused quite a stir in the audience when we walked in and they saw Kara. Unfortunately, Kara's fans are going to be disappointed tonight.

Dave came out of his office with Gina. She escorted Kara to the new theater to take her to the new backstage area and get her ready. Dave took me into his office and handed me the money and a DVD.

I put them in my jacket and then we went down the hall to the remodeled storeroom. It was larger than I expected. He showed me the theater that he just had constructed for Kara. Knowing that he went to all the trouble and spent the money necessary to fix this room up is probably the main reason I didn't back out when he called me to let me know the show is on for tonight. I kind of feel obligated after saying I'd let her do the shows.

Looking around the room I knew that I couldn't back out now. I was expecting something improvised less, something kind of ratty. When he described what he had in mind I formed a mental picture of cinderblock walls, raggedy old seats and bare cement floors.

Instead I was really impressed. The seats were new and plush. I counted six rows of twelve seats each and a small row in the back with five seats.

Dave pointed to the back row and told me that we would be sitting there.

The walls are lined with black velvet curtains and the floor covered in plush carpet. The stage is solidly built, very professional looking. It, too, is covered in plush carpet except for a ten foot by ten foot square in the center that looks like it's covered with ceramic tile. Looking up I could just make out the sling attached to the dark ceiling and the heavy rope wrapped around a hook on the far wall holding it aloft.

After proudly showing me his new theater, Dave took me to the small backstage area behind the curtain. There were two doors there. He pointed to one door and informed me that Kara was in that room being prepared. We entered the second door. The men who are going to rape Kara are already here and getting ready. They were stripped down to jockstraps and sitting in front of mirrors getting into costume. Their costumes consist of fake tattoos and fake scars. The men are all very large. They look pretty fearsome even without the tattoos and scars. They certainly managed to intimidate me and I'm a pretty big guy.

I talked to them a little. I explained that their costar was, until very recently, a naïve, quiet, shy housewife. This is all new to her. I thought it was important they know that she isn't just some back alley slut or pain freak. I wanted some reassurance that they understood she's important to both me and her husband, though I didn't put it that way. Basically I felt the need to make sure that they wouldn't hurt her.

One of the six men replied, "Not a problem, man. We understand it's just an act. We were told to scare her a little, be a little rough. But that's it. These are all fake tattoos and scars. I'm working my way through college and so is Rolly over there. We've all done a couple of movies before. It's all about the money for us. We don't want to hurt anyone. Okay?"

I shook his hand and told him I was reassured and looking forward to the show. But I wasn't. Not really. It didn't help my state of mind that he seemed irritated with me for asking them to take it easy. I got the impression that he thought I was nervous because of their race. I might have tried to explain that race has nothing to do with second thoughts I'm having. But I decided to shut my mouth before I make things worse for Kara.

I walked back through the theater just as Glenn was brought in and tied securely to a straight chair that was securely fastened to the floor on the side of the stage. I noticed that his chair is pretty close to where that sling will be when it's lowered into position. He isn't going to miss any of the action from there.

As soon as Glenn was securely attached to the chair, Kara was led in looking just as fresh as she did when I picked her up a little while ago and just as innocent as she did when I first saw her hiding in the storage room over the garage of her repossessed house.

I went out to the bar and got another drink. I found Dave and asked him, "What do I do now?"

He smiled and said, "Drink your drink. Go on in and have a seat. Watch the perverts come in and stare at your girl. The show starts soon. Relax. She'll be alright when it's over. I promise."

I'm not sure that I trust him. In fact I know that I don't. If I trusted him I wouldn't be this nervous. But it's out of my hands now. I gulped down my drink and ordered another. I took my fresh drink back to the little theater and sat down in the farthest seat from the stage.

I watched Kara standing nervously under a spotlight in the center of the stage. She was standing right in front of Glenn but she didn't look at him. She was staring down at her hands which were clasped in front of her.

I heard a noise and looked out through the door to my left rear. A curtain had been drawn across the hallway so that the people in the club can't see the theater door or the back door that's just a few steps away. The customers for the show will be coming in through that back door.

Hmmm, I'm not sure how I feel about that extra little bit of secrecy. I'm starting to wonder if I should have brought my friends, just in case. There's something vaguely underworldly about this whole setup. I'm starting to think that I've been much too naïve about this whole situation.

I continued to keep an eye on Kara. But I watched out of the corner of my eye as men started filing into the seats in front of me. I saw Dave standing at the back door checking ticket stubs. It's assigned seating! Pretty high class for a low rent strip joint!

It took only fifteen minutes for the seats to fill up. Every seat but for the ones in the short row all the way in the back where I'm sitting was taken. As soon as everyone was in place, Dave came in. He shut and locked the door and sat beside me without saying a word. He had a drink and he handed me another beer. Everyone stared in silence at Kara.

I didn't hear or see anything to indicate that the show was starting. But suddenly the men who are going to attack Kara filed out from behind the curtain. They instantly swarmed around and over Kara's tiny frame. I could picture this scene taking place in an alley somewhere. But I doubt if Kara would have been any more scared in that setting than she looks right now.

Kara doesn't know what's going to happen. She has only been told that she has to stand there. Before we left the house I passed along the additional instructions that Dave gave me. She's not required to submit to anyone or anything. The implication being that a little resistance would be appropriate.

She looked at the men around her and then looked at the audience. I could tell she was looking for me. But as soon as the men came out from backstage the already dim lighting over the seats was lowered even more. Most of the light in the room now is coming from the spotlight directly over her head. It's dark back here and she probably can't see me. I can see her clearly, though. The fear on her face is genuine. Once again I found myself having second thoughts. But I knew there was no backing out now. If I tried to put a stop to this I'd most likely end up strapped down to a straight chair just like Glenn is, or worse.

The men started making rude, crude, threatening remarks. The sort of things a young white girl might expect if she were to find herself surrounded by six "gangstas" while walking alone at night in "the hood."

At first she tried twisting away from them. But there was no place for her to go. They began calling her nasty names; cunt, bitch, slut, whore, that sort of thing. Then they started grabbing her, pulling her hair, twisting her tits, pinching her ass, rubbing her thighs. Large black hands forced their way up under her skirt and down the front of her dress. I heard the fabric tear. For some reason that sound send chills down my spine. Or maybe it was the sight of a scared young woman I've grown fond of in the process of being raped by six large black men because of me.

She was yelling at them now, telling them to leave her alone, explaining in a trembling voice that she doesn't want to do this; she wants to go home. No one in the audience could have missed the genuine fear in her voice. She began trying even harder to twist away. It looked like she was starting to cry. As far as I can tell, no one but me was impressed by her tears. They made fun of her, mocking her.

Then they started to rip her clothes off. They were rough, too. They tore violently at her clothing. When a piece of cloth didn't rip they didn't give up. They would fling her around and jerk at the cloth until something gave. It looked pretty violent. Hell, it was violent!

They took their time, though. They enjoyed taunting her. They tore her dress off first. They tormented her for a while longer before they tore off her bra and finally her panties.

She fought bravely, but futilely. Once she was stripped they started really mauling her. Pulling and twisting her tits. It looked like one of them was trying to lift her off the ground by her nipples! They slapped her ass and a couple of times she got her face slapped for no apparent reason except to torment her. It occurred to me that it's a good thing I made her shave her pussy. I have no doubt that they would have been attempting to lift her up by her pubic hair if it was still there.

One of them stepped in and while his friends held her arms behind her he grabbed her jaw and forced her mouth open. He leaned forward with an evil leer on his face and he spit into her mouth several times.

Kara's eyes were as wide as saucers. She looked stunned. Her assailant stood back. But he continued to hold her mouth open for his friends. Most of them also stepped up and spit in her mouth, all the while abusing her tits and pussy. This seemed to go on for a very long time.

The men made no sound now. The curses, the insults, the threats, the slurs, they had stopped. The only sounds were Kara's sobs and her heart rending pleas for the men to stop hurting her.

I don't know how well scripted this show is. I don't know if they were told to do certain things or if they were told to progress at a certain rate. I suppose Dave told the men to drag it out long enough to make a good movie out of it. After nearly half an hour of that abuse they must have reached the point that they felt that they had tormented her long enough. One of the men stepped away and lowered the sling.

I remember seeing an ad for a sling similar to this one in a magazine once. It was little more than a series of leather straps that suspend a person in a slightly reclining sitting position. This one was slightly different. This sling is also just a collection of leather straps positioned strategically to support a person. But on this sling, Kara was laid out on her back, her body horizontal, suspended at just the right height for the men to easily access all of her orifices with their cocks.

They easily manhandled Kara into the sling. The men seemed to find her futile struggles to break free amusing. Her arms and legs were strapped in place while she continued to struggle with them. Her legs were spread far apart and slightly elevated, making her sex readily available.

A belt was tightened around her stomach and a strap was placed around her neck. Lastly, her head was pulled down and back, her hair was gathered in the back and a rope entwined with her hair to secure her head in place. Now her head hung down and every orifice in her body was readily accessible.

The men continued tormenting her, spitting on her, pinching and twisting various body parts. She was sobbing loudly in between screams of fear, pain and frustration at her helplessness. I was having a very hard time restraining myself. The urge to attempt to put a stop to this was almost irresistible. Although I suspect that, given all of the money involved, I would not have had much of a chance had I tried.

I glanced around at the faces of the few men in the audience that I could see from my place in the back corner. For the most part their eyes were glazed over with lust. They were eating this up!

The black men on stage all took a step back and removed their jock straps. When I saw all the cock that was suddenly on display I grew even more nervous. Dave apparently has much too high an opinion of my manhood, which, it suddenly occurred to me, he has never seen.

All of those large, black cocks look to be in the ten inch range. Every damned one of them! And while a couple of them seemed to have an almost normal circumference, at least four of them appear to be twice as thick as mine!

I was getting even more worried about Kara. But I have to be honest here. I'm embarrassed to admit it. It makes me seem like an even bigger shit than I already do. But even though I'm honestly concerned for Kara, I have a hard on that I fear is going to rip right through my pants, grab my throat and order me to fuck something!

I glanced at Glenn. Because my conscience is already bothering me I've avoided looking at him until now. But I can't help wondering what his reaction is to all this. He has apparently given up fighting the ropes holding him down. I saw for the first time the gag in his mouth. Probably because I haven't been paying much attention to him I didn't realize they gagged him.

I turned my attention back to center stage as one of those large, well hung black men moved to Kara's head and whispered in her ear. I found out later that he was making all kinds of threats about what they would do to her if she wasn't careful with her teeth. Then he stood up and forced his cock into her mouth. The other five men stood around staring in fascination, just like those of us in the audience.

He forced a couple inches of his cock in and let her move her tongue around and get used to it. Then he pulled back, paused and shoved a little more of his huge cock in. Each time it was a little more until the fat knob at the top of his cock was banging into the back of her throat.

She began gagging uncontrollably and sobbing hysterically. But her attackers were totally without sympathy. They had returned to mocking and insulting her. The man raping her mouth continued to violently stab his oversized cock against the back of her throat until finally he passed that barrier and his cock plunged brutally into her throat. She thrashed violently on the sling. But she was so securely restrained by thick leather straps that she only managed to further stimulate the cock in her throat.

I watched in amazement as inch after inch of that monster black cock was forced down her throat. He continued until her lips were buried in his pubic hair. His large, hairy ball sack was draped over nearly half of her face. But it didn't hide her distress.

After a brief pause, though it probably didn't seem brief to Kara, he slowly pulled his cock free. Unfortunately, her respite was short lived. He allowed her several deep gulps of air and then he pushed his swollen cock back down her throat again, and then again, and yet again.

It was still difficult; for both of them I think, though certainly it was worse for her. And she still thrashed around in her restraints, her only means of fighting him. But each time his massive cock seemed to enter her throat with a little less effort until finally he was fucking her throat with his massive ten inch black cock.

I heard the murmur of disbelief rippling through the crowd. I guess they're getting their money's worth.

After a few minutes he pulled out. But her suffering wasn't over. One of his fellow rapists stepped up and took his place. He slid the head of his massive cock between her slack lips and repeated the process. This went on and on until they had all raped her throat for a few minutes.

When the last of the six men had enjoyed a few minutes fucking her throat, one of them stepped into the sexy V formed by her long, slender legs. They've been restrained in that position, pointed toward the ceiling and strapped to the sling supports with two thick, leather straps. He nestled his large shaft at the base of that erotic V. It came to rest on her mound and he started sliding his cock through the moist and vulnerable crevice between her legs.

He teased her with his cock for a while before he suddenly stopped, lined the head of it up with her slit and started stabbing it into her with short, vicious strokes. Each stroke elicited a raspy cry of pain from Kara. She sobbed pitifully and pled incoherently for someone to help her. Each of the black men took a turn at her pussy and then the process was repeated with her almost virgin ass.

As the first cock entered her ass, even though she had been lubed up and stretched out before she was brought out here, she screamed in pain. There's just no way to prepare her tiny ass for those huge black cocks thrusting violently, raping her, but most of all, hurting her for the pleasure of the audience.

This seemed to go on for a very long time. Once they had all fucked every hole they started all over again with her throat and went around again. They hadn't climaxed yet. But finally it was time for the grand finale.

The first one fucked her mouth again, but just as he was about to cum he pulled out and shot his cum all over her face, chest and stomach. It was a huge load. He must have been saving for a week.

Then another stepped up and raped her pussy again, right up to the point of ejaculation. He, too, pulled out at the last second and shot his cum all over her stomach and her breasts. Then one of them fucked her ass and repeated the process.

The next three went through the same rotation until the six of them nearly covered her bruised and battered body with their ejaculate. Then they quietly turned and left the stage.

Everyone in the audience was silent. I think we all needed a moment to catch our breath. The only sounds in the room were the heavy breathing from the audience and Kara's soft moans and heart rending sobs.

It was several minutes before two naked young girls came out from behind the curtain at the back of the stage. When I say young, I mean very young! They were teenagers. I doubt if they were older than fourteen if they were that old. Despite their obvious youth they had beautiful bodies and they seemed remarkably self assured. It made me wonder how they came to be here and what happened to them before they got here. This is obviously not the first time that they've been naked on a stage!

There was a quiet buzz of conversation from the audience when the men saw the young girls. But I looked at the few faces that I could see from where I was seated and I saw no sign of shock or disapproval. Quite the opposite! The same look of lust was on every face I could see.

The girls acted as if they and Kara were the only people in the room. They walked up to Kara and stood smiling down at her for a long moment. One of them released Kara's hair from the rope holding her head down. The girl adjusted the straps so that Kara's head was once more horizontal. She seemed relieved by the adjustment. I suppose that must have been uncomfortable, even when they were no longer raping her throat.

The young girls reached into a small pouch secured to the supports holding the sling in place and produced spoons. I'd forgotten about this part of the show! They started scooping up the six large loads of cum from Kara's body and feeding that crap to her a spoonful at a time.

There must have been nearly half a cup of it. It took a long time.

Between swallowing spoonfuls of cum, Kara continued to sob pitifully and beg them to let her go. When at last they had scraped the slick cum from her as best they could they stepped back and silently turned and walked off stage.

I thought that was it. But there was one more indignity on the agenda. Two of the black men came back out and untied Glenn. He had no more fight left in him. He looked nearly as dazed as Kara. He allowed them to lead him over to his wife.

They removed his gag and bent him forward over his suspended wife. He was forced to lick her body clean. When he finished bathing her bruised body with his tongue he was forced to eat her pussy until she had an orgasm. I would not have thought it possible. She's obviously still in a great deal of pain. It seemed to take a very long time. But she finally achieved a mild orgasm. It was enough to satisfy the audience.

The stage lights finally went down and with only dim rope lights along the floor to guide them, everyone filed out through the back door in near total silence.

I went to Kara and started releasing her bonds. I kissed her lips lightly and told her I was sorry. I didn't realize how bad it would be. She hugged me and sobbed until I thought my heart would break.

I asked her if she was alright. Did she need to see a doctor?

She shook her head and in a raspy voice she begged, "Take me home please."

I tossed Glenn the keys to my car and told him to bring it around back. He rushed out, glaring at me again. I didn't say anything to him this time. I deserved it.

Dave came over and asked if she was okay.

I told him I wasn't sure. I'd let him know.

Then he asked if I was alright. I told him I wasn't sure. I'd let him know. He didn't say anything else. I think he knew I was extremely pissed off.

I heard Glenn pull up to the backdoor. I lifted Kara as gently as possible and carried her out to the car. I stretched her out in the back seat and closed the door. I went around to the other side, got in and cradled her head in my lap. Then I ordered Glenn to drive to my house.

Kara finally stopped sobbing and just lay quietly, except for an occasional moan.

Glenn pulled up into my driveway and I sent him ahead to unlock the door.

I got out and helped Kara out. I picked her up and carried her to my bed. I laid her down and looked her over closely. I was relieved to see that there was no sign of blood anywhere. Nothing appeared to have been torn.

I asked her if she wanted to take shower or just go to sleep. At first she said sleep, but then she thought better of it. She wanted to get rid of the smell of sex and she thought that maybe the hot water would make her feel better.

Glenn helped her to the shower and I went to the kitchen for some ice water. I gathered up the aspirin and the sore throat spray and turned down the bed.

When Kara was back in bed I gave her three aspirin and sprayed her throat. I covered her up as gently as possible.

I suddenly remembered something. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the envelope Dave gave me before the show. "This is for you and Glenn," I said quietly.

At first she wasn't interested. But then she got curious and she opened it. She slowly counted it out into piles on the bed beside her. That brought just a hint of a smile to her tortured face. She stuffed the money back into the envelope and tossed it to Glenn and then she went to sleep.

Glenn looked in the envelope and asked what it was. Apparently Kara didn't explain it to him earlier. I went over the details for him and he shook his head. He said he couldn't believe she knew what she was getting into.

I explained that she sort of didn't. It all went down pretty much as they explained it to me. Except for the part that Glenn had been forced to play. Nobody had mentioned that. I told him that Dave had been less than honest about the five feet of cock she had just been raped with.

He looked at me for a while. It was a penetrating look that made me feel uncomfortable, perhaps because my conscience was bothering so much. He had an expression on his face that I couldn't read. Then he said, "You love her don't you? You have a hell of a way of showing it. But you love her."

I looked him right in the eye and said, "Yes. I love her. But you can't blame me. Everyone that knows her must fall in love with her."

I paused and looked him straight in the eye and said, "Don't worry, Glenn. I would never try to take her away from you. Even if I thought I could and I don't. It will break my heart when you finally get yourself back on your feet. When that time comes though, I will let you go, both of you. My conscience won't let me do it any other way."

Glenn looked at me sadly and said, "She loves you to."

"No she doesn't." I said, though it killed me to say it.

"She's living a fantasy right now. Something most people never get to do. I'm responsible for it, though I didn't create it. She had the fantasy in her. It's just that my fantasies complimented her fantasies and things have gotten a little wild. She doesn't want to live this way. She still loves you and she will gladly return with you to your old life, or some version of it, when this is all over."

He asked skeptically, "Do you really think so, after all that has happened to us? Christ, it's been just over a week! This has just started!"

I smiled and nodded. I think that he really needed some reassurance right then.

"What about you?" I asked. "I've seen a big change in you, too. You aren't nearly the tight ass you were when I found you, so to speak."

He answered wryly, "I guess if you eat enough of other men's cum out of your wife's pussy it's bound to take a little of the stick out of guy's ass. I have hated pretty much everything that has happened. I have learned that there is a lot of voyeur in me. I enjoyed watching Kara with the stripper. I'm embarrassed to admit it. But I even got turned on watching her with your poker buddies. And did you happen to catch her with those two teenagers? Damn that turned me on!

His candor surprised me. I smiled and nodded, "Yeah, I saw that. It was hot. I'm not sorry about everything that has happened. I am sorry about tonight. It turned me on. It got to me, though, seeing her in that much pain. I may have to rethink her stage career."

I sent him into the spare room to sleep. He wasn't happy about that. He wanted to be with his wife. But I wanted to be there when she woke up in case she needed anything, and to apologize again.

Before I settled down I had an idea that I thought might help her. I dug through my medicine cabinet and found a tube of Preparation H ointment and some suppositories. I gently shifted Kara as she slept and slipped one of the suppositories into her ravaged asshole. Then I covered the entire area with the ointment. I was just about to cover her back up when I thought that it might help her bruised pussy, too. Nothing on the label said it would or wouldn't. But I figured it couldn't hurt. So I spread more of the ointment all around and inside of her vagina.

I sat in a chair near the bed most of the night. I dozed off a few times. But throughout most of the night I sat quietly. I read my book and watched over Kara.

She lay still and slept soundly for the most part. From time to time she would moan and shift her position slightly. But she didn't wake up. Not until early in the morning.

At four in the morning she awoke and moaned in pain when she moved. She saw me sitting and watching her and she croaked in her raspy voice, "What time is it?"

I told her that it was early in the morning. I gave her a couple more aspirins and sprayed her throat again.

She smiled at me and said, "I have to go to the bathroom."

I helped her up and she leaned on me heavily as she made her way to the bathroom. I held her as she peed and after she wiped herself I used a damp washcloth to clean her hands.

She noticed the ointment all around her pussy and in a concerned tone she asked, "What the hell is this?"

I told her about the Preparation H. She laughed quietly and then smiled at me. When she was ready I helped her back to bed.

She sat on the edge of the bed for a moment. I bent down to help her lay down and she put her arms around my neck and kissed me.

I helped her to lie down and I said, "I am so very sorry, Kara. I had no idea it would be that rough. I would never have let them hurt you like that if I had known."

"It's alright," she said and smiled again. "I knew you wouldn't let them hurt me. Not really. It wasn't that bad. Listen, don't tell anyone. But I must have had a couple dozen orgasms on that stage last night. I wouldn't want to do it again. But being raped by a gang of large black men has kind of been a secret fantasy of mine. I had my first orgasm last night when they came on stage and started pushing me around. Believe it or not, I had my second one when that first guy spit in my mouth. How fucked up is that?!"

I gave her another sip of water and sat holding her hand for a while.

She squeezed my hand and said, "I felt a lot better when I saw the envelope with all the money in it. If the money keeps rolling in like this, by the time Glenn gets a job we may have enough money put aside for the down payment on your slave quarters!"