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Except for my normal housework the only thing I had to do the next day was shop for a slutty dress. I didn't even know where to go to shop for the kind of dress Tommy ordered me to buy.

After everyone left for work and school I got ready and drove to the mall. Both Victoria's Secret and Fredericks of Hollywood have stores there. I went to see what kind of secret Victoria was keeping first. I sometimes buy underwear and sleepwear there. This would be the first time I ever shopped at either store for outerwear.

I was surprised to find that some of the clothes they were offering were quite nice. And most of them were pretty sexy. I saw clothes that I knew Craig would like. But I didn't think they would satisfy Tommy.

I tried Fredericks next. The selection there was much sluttier. I was still looking for just the right dress when my cell phone rang. It was Tommy. When I told him where I was he laughed and exclaimed, "Not likely! You aren't going to find anything at the mall!"

He gave me the name and address of a store and told me to go there and ask for Rick. I'd never even heard of that street before. I had to ask him how to get there.

I left the mall and drove to a large, fairly new building on the east side of town. On one side of the building was a store that, judging by the display in the window, sold lingerie, leather goods like chaps and motorcycle jackets, and an assortment of clothing that only a hooker or a stripper would wear.

The other side of the building was a biker bar. Each side had its own entrance. But just inside there was a large double door connecting them. I stepped inside and looked around nervously. The first thing I noticed was the strong, sexy smell of leather.

The bar next door was pretty crowded. There was a lot of noise filtering in through the double doors that connected the two businesses; loud music and louder conversations.

It was obvious to me and no doubt to the few other customers in the store that I didn't belong there. I almost turned around and went back to the mall. Before I could turn and leave a very large man approached me and asked, "Are you Reggie?"

I nodded. He was expecting me. That's comforting ... I think.

He looked me over and said, "I'm Rick. Tommie told me you was coming. Follow me."

I tried to ignore the curious looks from the other customers as we made our way through racks of leather to a smaller display of slutty dresses and equally slutty skirts and tops.

Rick asked me my size. He already seemed to know which items he was going to select. As soon as I told him my sizes he went through the racks quickly. He selected three obviously predetermined dresses in my size. Or at least the labels said they were my size. They were tiny! When I held them up I thought that they looked like they might fit a preteen.

Rick pointed to a door and invited me to try them on. It sounded more like an order than a suggestion.

I really didn't want to. But it didn't seem like I had a say in the matter.

The changing room was against the wall but I had to climb half a dozen steps to reach it. I climbed up to the small landing and opened the door. I wasn't paying much attention. I didn't expect to find anything but a changing room. But I took one step inside and came to a sudden stop. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! The far wall of the small booth, the entire wall that it shared with the bar next door, was glass! Now I really, REALLY didn't want to try the dresses on!

I looked through the glass and saw a dozen bikers, all looking back at me! A couple of them got up and came over to the glass. The changing room was raised about four feet from floor level. It was as if I was a stripper on a stage!

The men, and a few women, were all watching me now. They were waiting for me to undress and try on the three dresses that Rick selected for me. I stood there for too long, staring out at the bar in shock. I almost left. I desperately wanted to leave. But I had a feeling that if I did it would somehow turn into an excuse for Tommy to have sex with my daughter.

I already knew that it was going to happen someday. It was unavoidable. I knew that it wouldn't be very long before I gave him some excuse, or he manufactured the excuse he needed. But I was determined that if it did happen it wouldn't be because of anything I did, or did not do. Not if it was within my power to prevent it.

I told myself that this, undressing in a glass walled booth for the amusement of a group of sleazy bikers, this was the sort of thing I signed on for when I agreed to the terms of Tommy's agreement. I agreed to do anything he ordered me to do. I finally hung up the dresses I was carrying and began to undress.

I turned away from the bar but I knew it wouldn't matter. I wouldn't be able to hide much of my exposed flesh from them in this little glass cage. I was so totally aware of all those people watching me undress that I almost couldn't breathe. I was reminded of sitting in that bar with Tommy and being undressed in front of all those men. But this was scarier. The men on the other side of that glass were scarier. And Tommy wasn't here to protect me ... not that he would.

After I removed my blouse and turned to hang it on a hook I saw that it really didn't matter if I turned away and tried to protect as much of my private parts from their prying eyes as possible. My eyes were drawn to the big screen television against the back wall over the bar. There had been a ball game on when I entered the booth. Now it was receiving a transmission from several cameras placed around the booth I was in to show my body from every angle. There were four different views of me on the split screen being displayed nearly life sized on the huge television.

I was horrified. I was standing there in only my skirt and panties. My breasts were already exposed because Tommy told me that I could no longer wear a bra. I was mortified, and yet I was just as excited as I was when Tommy undressed me in that redneck bar two days ago!

I may have been even more scared now without Tommy here to protect me, not that he was apt to provide a lot of protection. I reminded myself that coming here was his idea. He had this in mind for me.

I was alone in a biker bar. I was an attractive woman who obviously didn't belong here and I was putting on a strip show. None of those men who were gathered around and obviously enjoying the show could possibly look at me and think that I was doing this of my own free will. The fact that I was doing something like this against my will, at least to my mind, made me even more vulnerable. This wasn't good.

I finally came to my senses and realized that standing there worrying about it was just prolonging the agony. I removed my skirt and tried on the first of the three dresses. There wasn't much to it. It consisted of a tiny skirt and a top that was nothing more than two sheer scarves that rose up from the waist, just barely covered my breasts and fastened behind my neck.

The skirt was so short that my panties peeked out from under the hem in back. There was a six inch gap between the narrow strips of sheer material that rose up from my waist to more or less cover my breasts. I looked at myself in the mirror.

I hated what I saw. I was looking at far too much of me. But I knew that it was the sort of thing that Tommy had in mind.

I stripped it off and quickly pulled the next dress on, trying hard to ignore the growing number of large, hairy men who were gathering in front of the glass to stare at my body. The next dress I put on was styled after a pair of coveralls. The bib top fit very loosely and I found I was unable to adjust it enough to take up all the slack. It billowed out instead of clinging to my breasts, never really covering them. It was at least as short as the first dress I tried on.

I kind of liked it, though. It would have been cute on a teenager with a nice top under it. As it was I felt pretty certain that wearing it in public could get me arrested. I turned to the side and looked in the mirror. I could see all the way through to the other side. The entire side of my breast was on view, including my very erect nipple!

I only had one more dress to try on and I could get the hell out of here. I quickly removed the slutty dress I was wearing and tried to figure out how to wear the last one. It looked like strips of cloth that had been shredded by the sharp claws of some large beast. It was just a small collection of scraps of cloth with large, revealing patches of skin on display in between! Or at least there would be a lot of skin on display once I figured out how to put it on.

I stood there in my panties and held it up, conscious of my audience staring up at me. I was just about to give up. I had no idea how to wear the third dress, if it was a dress. I hung it up and reached for my clothes when the door to the booth opened.

Rick smiled and said, "It looks like you need some help."

I looked past him and saw the other customers in the clothing side of the store staring at another big screen television. And there I was on the screen. Just like in the bar on the other side of the glass wall there were four different angles on the split screen showing me in all my glory.

Rick entered the booth, leaving the door wide open. It didn't really matter. I had no modesty left to preserve. Everyone in the building has already seen almost all of me. One of the cameras even looked up from floor level giving everyone a very clear look between my legs.

I stood there in only my panties while he removed the collection of narrow straps from the hangar and said, "You're going to have to take those off."

Yes. Of course I was. I skimmed my panties off with shaking fingers and placed them on the hook. Rick came closer. He ordered me to hold out my arms and he selected two of the many holes in the dress to stick my arms through.

It seemed a bit incongruous to be helped into a dress by a big, hairy biker. But I got the distinct impression that he has offered this service to his female customers in the past. He didn't seem uncomfortable. But that was fine. I was uncomfortable enough for both of us.

He worked the narrow straps up my arms and over my shoulders. He turned me around to face the glass and all the people watching from the bar. He fastened the strips of cloth behind me somehow and then turned me around again. He arranged some of the strips so that if I was careful and didn't move very much the material would cover my nipples and my slit, but only just barely.

When he was finished he smirked at me and said, "I ain't seen this on a broad before. I like it!"

I wasn't surprised that he liked it. I was surprised that he hadn't seen anyone wearing it before. How the hell did he figure out how I was supposed to put it on?!

He looked me over and made me turn in a circle very slowly. He stopped me when I was facing away from him, looking out at all the people in the bar and watching myself on the large television on the back wall. My shaved pubic area was plainly visible on the televisions. It looked red and swollen. It looked like the sex organ of a highly aroused woman. It was.

He said with a smirk in his voice, "Just one more thing and we're done."

He unfastened the dress, if I can call that thing a dress, slid it back down off of my shoulders and down my arms. I was watching him on the television in the bar. The look of lust on his face scared the hell out of me ... and turned me on like crazy!

He hung the dress from a hook. I wasn't certain I'd be able to figure out how to put it on again. But for the moment that was the least of my worries.

He bent me over and pushed me forward until I was forced to support myself with my hands against the glass. I watched us on the television in the bar as he stared down at my ass with a huge grin on his face and slowly unzipped his pants. I could hear cheers coming from the bar as he pulled out his large, hard cock.

I wasn't even surprised.

He adjusted my position and worked his cock into my incredibly wet pussy. I couldn't look at the faces of all the people watching me get fucked. Instead I watched on television while he reached around and gripped one of my breasts in each hand. He clamped down on them and began to fuck me violently.

It felt good. It felt very good. Rick has a nice fat cock and I was extremely turned on right then. After all that humiliation I couldn't help but be excited. I even enjoyed watching him fuck me on the big screen as if I were watching a dirty movie starring me.

In the back of my mind I was wondering if it was going to be just Rick or if all those men who were watching and who obviously wanted me would also get a turn.

There was a moment when I thought that this wasn't right. This wasn't one of the two days that I had promised to serve Tommy. But I wasn't upset. Not really. I probably would be later when sanity returned. But for now I was having too much fun.

I watched the television and now, as the level of lust I was experiencing increased dramatically, I scanned the faces of the men in the crowd, looking them right in the eyes. The lust filled, predatory expressions on their faces only served to increase my own excitement. No happily married mother of two in her right mind would react the way I was responding to this incredible situation. But for me this was a wet dream come true.

I guess that part about being in my right mind doesn't really apply to me.

I enjoyed several orgasms and I didn't even try to hide them. I had slipped into my newly discovered slut mode more deeply than ever before. And all the time Rick was fucking me I wondered about all those men on the other side of the glass. I pictured all the hard cocks in all those tight jeans. There were a lot of them. More than a dozen. More like two dozen. But I wanted them. At that moment I wanted them all!

I wanted them. But at the same time I didn't. I knew I couldn't handle all those large, rough looking men. I had all I could take when I spent most of yesterday taking care of Tommy, TT and Randall.

I felt another big orgasm building but just before it hit, Rick slammed into me one last time and swore loudly as he emptied his balls in my not quite satisfied pussy. I whined wordlessly in disappointment when he slowly pulled his cock out of my tingling, very needy, and very unsatisfied pussy.

Ricky snarled, "Don't fucking move!"

I watched on the television in the bar as he backed away, wiped his slime covered cock and his huge balls on my blouse and left the room while stuffing his cock back in his pants. I was still highly aroused. So even though I wasn't happy when another strange man entered the booth behind me and proceeded to rape me from behind, I wasn't all that upset either.

I came again very quickly, almost as soon as he slammed his cock into me. And then I came again before he reached orgasm. He, too, wiped his cock on my blouse before putting it away and stepping out of the booth.

I wasn't alone for long. As soon as he cleared the door another man entered. His large, hard cock was already sticking out of his pants and preceded him into the booth by an impressive distance.

He sat down on the small bench. Without a word he pulled me to my knees in front of him. I'm not sure I can explain what was going through my mind right then. I was still scared. I still didn't think I could satisfy all those men. But I wanted them to take me. I wanted them all to use me. I wanted to be raped over and over and over.

I got my wish.

It went on and on long past the time I could take it, or could enjoy it. I stopped having orgasms by the time the fourth or fifth man had raped me, if this could be called a rape. That's what I wanted to call it.

But the men kept coming. A few of them wanted blowjobs but most of them fucked me. Sometimes one of them fucked me while I was sucking the cock of another. But most of them fucked me with my face pressed up against the glass so that I could see the amusement on the faces of the men and the occasional woman who were watching me get gangbanged into insensibility.

I entered the store before eleven in the morning. I probably wasn't raped for the first time until a little before noon. I couldn't even guess how many men fucked my pussy or my mouth before they finally let me leave at three o'clock. Logic dictates that the number of men that used me must have been at least two dozen. The only thing I knew for certain was that I hurt all over.

When I was finally allowed to put my own clothes back on I discovered that my panties were missing. I wasn't surprised. Someone had a souvenir.

My blouse was sticky, covered with the juices of all those rapes. Every man that fucked me used my blouse to clean his cock and several had used it to wipe the mess from my pussy before they fucked me.

I stepped into my skirt. I reluctantly put my sticky blouse on and staggered out of the booth and down the short flight of stairs. People, mostly men but a few women were browsing through the racks of slutty clothing. They looked at me with a strange combination of amusement and scorn as I stood looking around for a restroom. Streams of cum were running down both my legs all the way to my ankles.

I didn't see a restroom so I went to the counter to ask Rick where it was. He informed me that I would have to use the Ladies room in the bar but that he didn't recommend it unless I wanted more action. Then, to add insult to injury he made me pay for the three dresses I tried on four hours ago.

He saw that I wasn't happy about it. He glared at me and said, "Just be glad I ain't charging you rent on the fitting room you tied up all damned afternoon. I would have been really pissed if my decent customers needed to use that room."

Prick!

I paid for the dresses, I guess that collection of straps I tried on last was a dress. I tried to ignore his amused laughter as I grabbed the bag and carried my new clothes out to my car. I put them in the trunk and got out a blanket to sit on. I got in and started my car but I didn't leave right away. I sat there for a minute, letting the air conditioner cool me down and trying to cool down on the inside, too.

I was exhausted and I was pissed because Tommy did this to me on a day that wasn't his to control me. I was also unhappy that my kids were already home from school and would see me like this when I got home.

I drove toward home. The strong odor of fresh cum was almost overpowering. I opened the windows a couple of inches but I couldn't get the smell out. Of course I couldn't. Not only was my blouse stiff with it, I was covered with the stuff from the waist down, not to mention the few odd trails of it that were drying across my face, neck and chest!

I was only half way home when my cell phone rang. I pushed the button on the steering wheel to answer the phone and groaned when I realized that it was Tommy calling.

I bit my tongue to keep from screaming at him. I really wanted to tell the son of a bitch off. But I was afraid that was what he was hoping for. I could hear the infuriating mirth in his voice when he said, "Rick called me. He tells me you got carried away but you had a good time. I hope you're fully recovered by tomorrow."

He was baiting me and I knew it. When I didn't take the bait he said, "I'll pick you up at ten in the morning. Don't get dressed. I'll decide which dress you wear."

When I still didn't respond he snarled, "Are you listening to me, bitch?!"

I sighed and answered, "Yes, sir. I heard you."

He hung up without another word. I pulled into my garage about ten minutes later and shut the engine off. I dreaded going inside. I didn't want my kids to see me like this.

I forced myself to calm down. I couldn't suppress a groan of pain when I climbed out of the car. I hurt all over. My pussy was sore from all the rough fucking. So was my stomach. But the rest of my body hurt from all the rough groping and pinching and pulling. As a group those bikers were not very considerate lovers.

I retrieved the three dresses from the trunk and entered the house. I took the blanket I was sitting on with me. It would have to be washed.

I entered quietly but it was immediately obvious that I didn't have to worry about my children seeing me. Piper was bent over a table out by the pool. Trey was fucking her violently from behind.

I stopped for a moment to watch. I knew that the proper reaction, the reaction of any parent, any mother to what I was seeing should have been horror. I didn't feel that. I felt curious.

I would have reacted differently on Monday. I would have charged out through the patio doors screaming at the top of my lungs. I couldn't understand how one strange, dangerous man could change me so much in such a short time.

I will admit to experiencing a nagging doubt, a twinge in the back of my mind. I suppose that deep down I knew how wrong this was and I was worried about my children. But I told myself that for the next six months this was best for them. This would make it possible for all of us to survive Tommy. This would make it possible for them to handle seeing me come home in my present condition and it would make it possible for Piper to cope with the inevitable rape by the dangerous man I had let into our lives.

They were using a table away from the house, out in the open. I knew that Randall wasn't home. But his son was. I wondered if they were purposely doing what they were doing out where he could see them if he was watching. And there were other neighbors around who might be able to see them as well.

I smiled when I realized that they probably wanted to be watched. I was pretty sure that was what they were thinking when they chose that table to fuck on because that was probably what I would have been thinking about.

The possibility that I was being watched was on my mind all day yesterday when Tommy, TT and Randall were fucking me out there. I wondered all afternoon if any of my other neighbors might notice. I worried about it at first. But as the day went on and I was subjected to one humiliating sex act after another the idea that someone might be watching turned me on more and more.

I watched my son fuck my daughter for a couple of minutes. I couldn't see much. I had time to admire his perfect butt as he pounded his sister from behind. I couldn't see much of her, just a glimpse from the side of her breasts moving back and forth under her. I knew from my own experience that when they moved around that violently it could be painful. But she didn't seem to mind.

I didn't have to watch them for very long before I recognized the signs of my own arousal. Even after everything I went through today; watching those two young people with perfect bodies enjoying sex so thoroughly was turning me on.

I went upstairs to take a long hot shower. I took my blouse off while the water in the shower was heating up. It was stiff now. Most of the cum had dried. The smell of male fluids; fresh, virile sperm, was almost overpowering. I nearly threw it away. But then I smiled and dropped it in the hamper. From this day forward I would wear that blouse and think of what happened to me today. No, I didn't want to throw that blouse away.

The skirt was nearly as bad. The cum was caked on the inside of the back of the skirt where it had leaked out of me while I drove home. I dropped the skirt and the blanket in the hamper and looked down at my lower body. My legs and my pubic mound looked like someone had smeared paste on them, or maybe it was icing.

Now that the sex was over I was more aware of how sore I was. My pussy and my upper thighs were sore. My breasts were just as sore, especially my nipples which all those men who raped me seemed to take so much delight in pinching so very hard. I feared that my breasts would soon be black and blue from all the abuse they suffered today.

I climbed into the shower and spent a long time scrubbing away the traces of my time in that changing room. When I was as clean as I could get I dried off, brushed my teeth and then tried to decide what I should wear. It seemed like I should dress differently now. But in the end I reverted to form. I put on panties, loose shorts and a loose, comfortable t-shirt.

I went downstairs and out onto the patio to see how the kids were doing. They looked up when I stepped out of the house. Piper said, "We were worried about you!"

I smiled and said, "Yeah. I saw how worried you were when I got home."

Piper laughed but Trey was still uncomfortable with the changes in our lives and he blushed.

The kids were still naked and seemed quite comfortable that way. Even Trey seemed to be slowly adjusting. It was time to start dinner but I needed to relax for a few minutes first. I sat down at the table with them.

I smiled to let them know I wasn't upset and asked, "Did you choose this particular table for a reason?"

Piper chuckled and said, "You know us so well. Yeah. We saw Ray watching us from the window when we came out to swim for a while. We decided to give him a little thrill."

I shook my head and said, "You can be so cruel."

Then I pointed out, "You know there are several other houses with a view of our yard. You didn't happen to notice anyone watching from one of those did you?"

Piper answered, "No. But we weren't paying that much attention."

It was obvious that she either didn't care or maybe even hoped that someone else was watching. I was just thinking that Piper was still the dominant personality when Trey surprised me. He ordered me to stand up and take my clothes off. He sounded quite confident. I wasn't expecting him to progress so quickly. He has always been such a quiet boy.

I smiled and obeyed immediately. I hoped that he wouldn't want anything more than to see me naked at the moment. I was still very sore.

After I undressed, in the absence of orders to the contrary I returned to my seat. Once I was seated Trey asked, "Where have you been? What did you do today?"

I picked his watch up off the table and checked the time. Craig should be home any moment. I said, "I'm not going to disobey, Trey. But your dad should be home soon and he'll want to hear this, too. Is it okay if we wait so I can tell you all at the same time?"

He grinned because he knew from my answer that something exciting happened. He nodded but said, "Sure. But this time we get to hear the details, too. We want to hear it all. We feel left out when you take dad into the den and tell him the juicy details and then fuck his brains out."

I was amazed. It was like this was a totally different boy!

It occurred to me that, as surprising as it seems, this might be good for him. He seems to be gaining self confidence in leaps and bounds. It's been less than twenty-four hours since he became aware of all the changes in our lives and already he seems more mature.

I felt very relieved that he wasn't traumatized and in fact seemed to be so much more confident all of a sudden.

I wasn't totally comfortable with the idea of going into a lot of detail about my day in front of my children. But as I understood the changes in our life as of last night, Craig has given him the authority to make decisions like that so I just nodded.

I was about to get up and start supper when the gate opened. We all turned to look. It was Randall. He looked nervous and embarrassed. I was surprised that he was here and more than a little pissed that he barged into our backyard without knocking or calling out first.

I was even more surprised that he had the nerve to show his face without Tommy being here to tell us all what to do. I didn't think the perverse little butterball had the stones.

I was just about to order him out of my yard when he came closer, staring unabashedly at Piper's naked body. As he walked across the yard toward us he said, "Tommy called."

That was enough to stop me from ordering him to leave, at least until I heard what he wanted.

He sounded very unsure of himself. Without ever taking his eyes from my daughter's body he said, "He told me to bring you over your copy of the two DVDs from yesterday."

He put them on the table in front of me.

I sat staring at him in silence, waiting for him to get the hell out of my backyard.

After a long, uncomfortable pause he added in a whisper so quiet I almost couldn't make out what he was saying, "He said I could get a blowjob for my troubles."

He blushed an even darker red when he said that. I think that although he enjoyed the view of my daughter's naked body he was uncomfortable about doing this in front of my kids.

My jaw was still tired and a little sore. But I knew it wouldn't take long. Before I got up I asked, "When did Tommy call you?"

He answered, "Not two minutes ago."

I nodded and asked, "Where were you when you were talking to him?"

He looked me in the eyes for the first time since he entered our yard and said, "In there," nodding toward the window overlooking our yard.

I said, "So Tommy knows that we are sitting out here naked, all three of us?"