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A Real Life Nightmare:
When Bad Things Happen to Good People
By vulgus

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
Story codes: MMMF, MMM+F, Drug, NC, Blackmail, Best., Piercing

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

I originally posted a shorter version of this story but in
response to several readers I have expanded it. If you read the
original recently you might want to skip the first half of the
story.

It was another very quiet ride home from work. My wife and I
worked in the same building on the Air Force Base and we rode
back and forth to work together every day. For the last few days
we had hardly spoken. We weren't mad at each other. We were
scared. 

We both worked with highly classified documents in different but
related fields. We had both been working in the same building
since we graduated from college. For me that was three years ago,
for Sharon it was two. Not long after Sharon started working
there a mutual friend thought that we would make the perfect
couple and she introduced us. She had been right. We hit it off
immediately. We had nearly everything in common.

We were both young and I am embarrassed to admit that we were
both very nave. We were inexperienced when it came to the
opposite sex. We were quiet and shy and much preferred getting
comfortable with a good book to a night out on the town. We had
the same taste in music and liked the same foods and voted for
the same political candidates for the same reasons. 

We also shared the same distaste for religion. Don't
misunderstand. We are both moral, honorable, honest people. We
had both come to believe as we were growing up that a lot of what
was wrong in the world could be laid directly at the door of
religion and we saw it more as a force for bad in the world than
for good. I realize that puts us in a minority of the world's
population but I'm just trying to be honest here.

We knew right away that we were perfect for each other and we
hadn't been dating six months before we had gotten engaged. Our
original plan was to get married in six months, after knowing
each other for a year. We didn't last. We were too much in love
and we both knew that we had found our ideal mate.

So after three months we had a quiet wedding in her parent's
backyard. Her parents were very successful and lived in a nice
house outside of town. The ceremony was performed by a justice of
the peace and the guest list was kept down to twenty-eight
friends and relatives, though not without some difficulty.

We had not moved in together before we married, but we had become
intimate after almost two months. Neither of us had been virgins,
but neither were we very experienced. We had a lot to learn about
sex but we were taking it slow and enjoying the journey. When we
first had oral sex it was the first time for both of us. 

We tried to approach the subject of sex like we would anything
else. We read about it and experimented and we were quickly
learning what we liked and what we didn't like. We weren't all
that adventurous though. We enjoyed a lot of touching and we
liked oral sex. I enjoyed it more than Sharon did, but she seemed
to be getting more comfortable with it. 

Neither of us was interested in anal sex or any of that kinky
stuff like bondage or anything like that. For the most part, when
we had sex there was a lot of touching and kissing and then we
made love in the missionary position. I am embarrassed to admit
that I often reach orgasm long before Sharon does. 

But I am getting better about that and I always try to make sure
that she has an orgasm after I do. She often insists that she
enjoys it and it isn't necessary but I think it's only fair. It
isn't that I am a premature ejaculator. 

Well, that was a problem at first. Sharon is beautiful and sexy
and I am constantly amazed that she fell in love with me. I had
trouble being near her and not getting an erection in the
beginning. But after months of more and more frequent lovemaking
I had begun to last much longer and now we were trying to figure
out what we could do to increase the amount of pleasure that she
received from intercourse. My penis wasn't overly large, but I
had read up on the subject and it was within the range of what
was considered normal, if only just barely. 

We were still working on it though and since we are both healthy
and relatively open minded, at least within our limited scope of
experience, I was pretty sure that we would get better.

Our present difficulty resulted from what happened when we went
out for dinner on our second anniversary last Saturday. We didn't
go out often. We make pretty good money but we had been living
frugally since we married, saving up for a down payment on a
house and a house full of new furniture and trying to put
something away towards retirement. When we did go out to dinner,
which was only about once a month, we went somewhere quiet and
cheap. 

This night though, Sharon had wanted to cut loose a little. She
wanted to go out and have a nice dinner and a bottle of wine and
really enjoy ourselves. I thought it sounded like a great idea
and I made reservations at a new restaurant that everyone was
raving about. 

It was just as good as we had heard it would be. The food was
great and since we almost didn't drink and knew nothing about
wine the waiter helped us select a bottle of wine that we both
enjoyed very much.

We were having so much fun that when dinner was over we didn't
want the evening to end. There was a small club through a door at
the far end of the restaurant and we had been listening to the
music all through dinner. Sharon wanted to check it out. She
wanted to go in, have one more drink and maybe dance a little and
then go home and make love.

We had not planned on going dancing this evening. But as we were
discussing it our waiter came over and offered us coupons for two
free drinks. He said that he had heard us say that it was our
second anniversary and this was management's way of saying happy
anniversary. The coupons were only good for this evening.

That was where the trouble started. I paid for our dinner and we
went through the door into the club. It was crowded but we were
able to get a small table after a short wait. I must admit that I
hate dancing and loud music. Sharon knew it, but I couldn't
really complain. After all, it was the first time in two years
that she had asked to go dancing. The problem is that I am a
terrible dancer. I am what is known as rhythmically challenged.
When I dance people think I am having a fit and dial 911.

We ordered a couple of drinks. We had to ask the waitress for her
recommendations since we didn't drink alcohol. When the drinks
arrived we paid with the coupons. After I had a few sips of
liquid courage I asked Sharon to dance and we went out onto the
crowded floor. I tried not to make too big a fool of myself while
Sharon danced rings around me. We stayed out there for two
numbers and went back to our table. We drank a little more and
the trouble started when Sharon wanted to go back out and dance
some more.

I didn't refuse, but I kept putting it off. I had hoped that a
little more alcohol would numb the embarrassment as I made a fool
of myself out there. My normally very patient and understanding
wife was not quite as patient this evening, probably due to the
unusually large amount of alcohol we were consuming. 

We weren't exactly fighting, but it was obvious that she was
upset with me. It was so obvious that the four men at the next
table noticed and one of them asked Sharon to dance. 

She didn't even look at me. She smiled and accepted his
invitation and I sat there watching her prance off with a
complete stranger who appeared to be twice her age. She was
twitching her cute butt in that little black dress as she walked
towards the dance floor with the man's arm around her waist.

She was gone for a long time. They danced through the rest of the
song that had been playing when they went up there and the next
three songs as well. I caught glimpses of her from time to time
and she looked sexy and beautiful out there. She was smiling and
laughing and twirling around. I got to see a lot of her firm
thighs as she danced around with that man, and I could see that I
wasn't the only one watching. 

I glanced at the table next to me out of the corner of my eye and
I saw my wife's dance partner's three friends watching just as
closely as I was. Now and then one of them would look over at me
with a barely disguised look of disdain. It was very unsettling.

I resolved to leave this place as soon as Sharon returned to the
table but when she was finally escorted back to the table her
dance partner had stopped at the bar on the way back to our
tables and as soon as Sharon sat back down a waitress delivered
two fresh drinks.

I told Sharon that I wanted to leave and she just pouted and
said, "Let me drink my drink honey! Come on, relax Mike. I just
want to have a little fun."

I sipped my drink slowly and watched Sharon make quick work of
hers. She had just about drained her glass when another man from
the next table came over to our table and without even so much as
a glance in my direction he invited her to dance and she was off
again.

I was starting to get upset now, worried and upset. I gulped down
the rest of my drink as I watched for glimpses of my wife dancing
with another strange man on the dance floor and this time the
waitress brought us two fresh drinks before my wife even returned
to the table. I glanced over at the table next to mine and the
first man that my wife had danced with smiled and lifted his
glass in salute.

I managed to try to look less pissed off and raised my glass in
gratitude that I did not feel. I quickly took a few sips of my
fresh drink. This was my third drink after drinking half a bottle
of wine with dinner. I had never had this much to drink before in
my life. 

I thought at the time that three must be the magic number because
by the time my glass was half empty I was starting to relax
finally. I felt my cares drifting away and I was even enjoying
those glimpses I was able to catch of my sexy wife dancing and
flirting with those strange men.

Sharon finally returned to our table and the man she had been
dancing with pulled a chair up and sat with her, talking in her
ear while she quickly drank her latest drink. For some reason it
didn't bother me at all that a strange man was sitting with my
wife and they were laughing and joking and he had his arm around
her shoulder.

It didn't even bother me when the man's friends stood up and
moved to a large booth that had just emptied out and somehow
Sharon and I found ourselves sitting with them.

I don't remember very much after that. Some things stick out in
my mind and as the days pass since that evening I have had some
of my memories return, mostly from the earlier part of the
evening. Most of the night is still a blank though.

I remember not being alarmed at all when the first man that had
danced with Sharon pulled her down onto his lap and encouraged
her to finish her drink. I watched her laughing and smiling and
sipping her drink while the man's hand moved up her thigh,
pushing her little black dress ahead of it until her underwear
was nearly exposed. I can remember thinking that something wasn't
right, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I think I remember my wife's dance partner cupping one of her
breasts and saying something to the man beside him in the booth,
whereupon his friend reached around and cupped my wife's other
breast and they laughed and exchanged comments, presumably about
my wife's C cup breasts.

First of all, my wife would never permit that sort of behavior by
me in public. She would certainly never permit two strange men to
grope her breasts in public or private! But more disturbing is
the fact that I seemed to be amused, though not nearly as amused
as she was.

When my wife had finished her most recent drink her first dance
partner took her back out on the dance floor. As soon as they
were gone one of the other three men went to the bar and came
back with fresh drinks for my wife and me. I didn't even notice
that they were still sipping on the same three drinks that they
had been drinking when we came in.

I was encouraged to drink my fresh drink and it didn't take much
encouragement. I seemed eager to please our new friends, whatever
their names were. I didn't pay any attention to what was
happening on the dance floor this time. I couldn't even tell you
how long Sharon and her friend were gone. 

I looked up when they returned and I noticed that she was flushed
and looked a bit disheveled but she was smiling and laughing and
I saw no reason for concern. Not even when her companion placed
her panties and pantyhose in the center of our table for all to
see.

Sharon was pulled back into the man's lap and as she sipped her
fresh drink I watched his hand slide up her leg again. As strange
as it must seem, not only was I not alarmed, I thought it was
pretty damned amusing!

Our four new friends were totally ignoring me now. They never
even glanced over to see my reaction. Not even when my wife's
skirt was pushed all the way up to her waist, baring her flat
little tummy and her sparse patch of light blonde pubic hair to
the four men and anyone else that happened to walk by.

I watched as all four men explored my wife's firm thighs and slid
fingers through her slit. One of the men pulled her legs farther
apart and I couldn't swear to it in the dark but it looked very
much like they were inserting their fingers right up inside of
her tight little vagina!

Whatever they were doing she was finding it very amusing. She was
laughing and giggling like a schoolgirl. It almost seemed like
she was unaware that her lower regions were exposed and being
explored freely by her new friends.

I also remember, vaguely, that she was leaned forward and after a
moment pulled back against the man whose lap she was sitting in
and the top of her dress was lowered just enough to expose her
black strapless bra. After a quick exchange of words the bra was
removed and placed on the table with the rest of her
undergarments and the four men enjoyed the sight and then the
feel of my wife's firm young breasts for several moments before
her dress was pulled back into place and zipped back up.

After that my memories get pretty sketchy. I remember that Sharon
went back out on the dance floor at least once more. I am pretty
sure that we both had at least one more drink. I have had a few
flashbacks since then of all six of us somewhere else. I don't
know where it was. I know that we were all naked. I can't be
positive, but I am almost sure that I saw Sharon having sex with
all four men in various positions, often with two of them at a
time. I don't know what they did to her, but I know that some of
the things that they did were painful. I can remember her
struggling with them a couple of times and I can remember hearing
her cry out in pain.

As horrible as that is, I have some even more disturbing
memories. Well, not memories exactly. I have vague impressions of
me doing things, or having things done to me, that I cannot bring
myself to even consider. They were terrible things that it is
just not in me to do. 

Except that I know that I did them. I knew right away when I woke
up the next morning. I knew by the terrible taste in my mouth and
by the pain I felt when I moved.

As I lay there in bed beside Sharon the next morning I had no
idea how I had gotten home. I remember that I started to get up
and go to the bathroom and I felt the sudden pains in my stomach
and...and in my anus. I had that horrible taste in my mouth and
when I swallowed my throat felt like I had been eating broken
glass. 

I lay there quietly then, trying to remember. Some, a very few of
the events of the previous evening started coming back, slowly,
with great difficulty. But it was all hazy and most of the night
was still a blank. I know that we had had a lot to drink, but I
am intelligent enough to know that what happened to us was not
the result of alcohol. We were drugged. Both of us were drugged.

I glanced over at Sharon and I realized that she wasn't sleeping.
She was lying on her back and she was naked. We both were! We
never sleep in the nude. But the disturbing thing was that there
were tears running down her cheeks onto her pillow. She was
crying quietly.

I reached over to hold her, to try and comfort her but she pulled
away. I thought that she was mad at me but she sobbed and said,
"Don't touch me Mike! I'm...it's just...you don't want to touch
me, not now."

I reached out and pulled her back and took her in my arms. She
struggled at first and then she collapsed into my arms and cried
like I had never seen her cry before. She was nearly hysterical
and it scared the hell out of me.

I said, "Honey, we need to call the police. We need to go the
emergency room."

She shook her head violently and said, "No! I can't! I can't tell
people that I was raped. Besides, we don't have any idea who
those men were."

I tried to insist. "Sharon we need to report this. We need to be
tested for diseases. We have to make sure that they don't do this
to anyone else. You know they have done this before."

She shook her head and said, "I don't care! I can't! I can't tell
anyone about this. Besides, I don't remember everything I did
last night, but I remember that I let them do anything that they
wanted and laughed and smiled like an idiot. Everyone in that
club that saw us would testify that I was a slut last night."

"Oh god Mike, I'm sorry. It's all my fault." She sobbed quietly
for a moment and then she said, "How can you stand to touch me
after what I did?"

I didn't want to say it, but I thought it might help. "Sharon, it
wasn't just you. They...they did things to me too." 

I shivered in revulsion and I saw that she already knew. She
buried her face in my neck and sobbed a little longer before she
said, "I can't remember much, just bits and pieces, especially
towards the end of the evening. Oh Mike, it was horrible. And it
was all my fault. You didn't even want to be there!"

I held her tight and said, "It wasn't your fault Sharon. We were
drugged. You, I mean we had every right to go into a dance club
last night. We didn't give up our rights by entering that place
to dance a couple of dances on our anniversary."

We were quiet for a few minutes and Sharon asked, "What do you
think that they will do with the pictures?"

That was something I didn't remember!

"What pictures Sharon?" I asked in a whisper.

She started sobbing again. Finally she was able to say, "Oh Mike,
there were two men with movie cameras. They filmed everything.
They filmed every perverted thing that both of us did."

I didn't remember that at all. Oh god, our security clearances!
If those pictures got out we were as good as dead. 

Sharon pushed away from me and sat up and stared down at me,
looking me right in the eyes as if trying to read my mind.
Finally she whispered, "You don't remember the last part, do
you?"

I guess she could tell by the look on my face that I didn't have
a clue what she was talking about. She swung her legs out of bed
and groaned in pain as she got up and ran to the bathroom.

I heard her lock the door and I heard her vomit loudly for
several minutes. I finally struggled to my feet, despite the pain
in my lower body, and I struggled to the guest bathroom and
relieved myself.

I washed up and went back and stood outside our bathroom and I
heard Sharon crying quietly. I tried to get her to open the door
but she just kept telling me to go away. I finally went to my
nightstand and got out a little screwdriver and unlocked the
bathroom door from the outside.

I opened the door and saw her sitting on the toilet with the seat
down. She was holding her stomach and rocking back and forth. I
rushed in and she tried to fight me off again but I took her in
my arms and held her.

I told her that I loved her and held her tight. She sobbed, "You
won't. You won't love me when you know what I did, what they made
me do."

I led her back out to the bed and we sat on the edge. I tried to
calm her down and convince her that if she could live with the
memory of the things that they made me do then nothing they did
to her would make a difference.

I didn't try to find out what it was that was so awful. I just
tried to assure her that it didn't matter. We had a horrible
thing happen to us. We were still soul mates. Maybe it would be
difficult, but we were intelligent people and we could get over
this.

She made a high pitched keening sound that raised the hair on the
back of my neck and she screamed, "I fucked a god damned dog!
They ordered me to kneel down and I let a fucking dog lick me
between my legs and then fuck me while they laughed and took
pictures!"

I'll admit that gave me pause for just a moment. And not just
because I had never heard Sharon say fuck before! I had not
expected that. But I pulled her back into my arms and said, "I
don't care. We were raped. We were drugged and raped and made to
do terrible things. It's over now. I still love you just as much
as I did when I watched you getting dressed to go out for dinner
last night. Sharon, we will get over this."

She finally seemed to get herself under control and she looked me
in the eye and said, "Mike, I don't think it's over."

She saw the confused look on my face and she said, "They took
those horrible movies and made us to terrible things. They must
know where we work. They know where we live. If those pictures
get out our clearances are gone. Our jobs are gone. The only jobs
we will be able to get will be at a fast food restaurant or
cleaning bathrooms in gas stations. And think about our parents!
Mike, your dad has already had one heart attack. Those pictures
would kill him."

It didn't make sense. We didn't have any money. The documents we
worked with were all highly classified, but not really the kind
of thing that spies were interested in. What could they hope to
gain by blackmailing us?

We sat there on the bed despondently for a long time before
Sharon got up and said, "I need to take a shower."

I thought about joining her but she didn't seem to want my
company at the moment. I put my robe on and went to the kitchen
and put the coffee on. I thought about getting out the bacon and
eggs but I couldn't stand the thought of food right now. Instead
I went back to the bedroom and waited for Sharon to finish her
shower. 

When she got out I took a long shower and after brushing my teeth
a couple of times and throwing my toothbrush away I got dressed
and went to join Sharon in the kitchen. We sat quietly at the
kitchen table and sipped our coffee. 

As I sat there some of what happened came back to me. Not the
dog. I didn't remember the dog, thankfully. I remembered more of
what happened before we left the club. I didn't want to. It just
kept flashing into my mind. I remembered seeing Sharon stretched
out across all four men's laps at one point. Her dress was
gathered at her waist and her breasts and her lower body exposed.
She was being groped freely while the waitress stood at our table
and smiled as she watched.

I remembered Sharon being pulled to her feet and one of the men
casually letting her dress fall back into place over her hips as
he pulled the top back up over her breasts, very slowly, as the
crowd of amused onlookers enjoyed the show.

I remembered Sharon dancing naked in a living room. It wasn't our
living room though. I have no idea where they took us.

The hot coffee soothed my sore throat but I suddenly remembered
how it got so sore. I can't remember the man's face, but I
remember his hairy belly and I remember that I had not struggled
even though the pain had been awful. It wasn't a clear picture
though. I couldn't actually swear that it had happened. 

I didn't remember the other, what they must have done to make my
anus hurt like this. But I was reasonably sure that I knew what
had happened and I really didn't want to remember.

I glanced up at Sharon and I saw that she was trying to deal with
these horrible memories too. She had finally stopped crying but
the look on her face was enough to make me cry.

I thought again about calling the police. If nothing else I
thought that it might protect us from being blackmailed later.
But we had washed away the evidence and Sharon was right, if this
came out it would kill my father. And I wasn't so sure that we
wouldn't lose our jobs anyway. 

I reached over and placed my hand on top of hers and squeezed
lightly. Sharon looked up and tried to smile but it didn't work.
I wanted to say something to make her feel better but damned if I
could think of anything. I could keep saying that it would be
alright over and over and we both knew that it didn't mean a
thing. The odds were that it was not going to be alright. We both
had a very bad feeling about this.

We had no plans for Sunday beyond going grocery shopping. As it
turned out neither one of us could stand the idea of going out
and facing other people. So we put it off. We had enough food in
the house for a few days. If we ran out of real food we could
always eat soup.

We finished our coffee finally and went into the living room and
sat together on the couch. I held her in my arms and we sat like
that most of the day without talking. I didn't even think about
the Sunday paper until almost bedtime. We normally spend an hour
or so doing the Sunday crossword puzzle in the morning, but not
today. Maybe we should have. We could have used a distraction.

Just before we went to bed I went out and got the Sunday paper
out of the box so that there would be room for the Monday paper.
But we didn't even open it. I suddenly realized as we were
getting into our pajamas that we hadn't eaten all day. I guess we
were both still too upset to eat. I was anyway.

I glanced at Sharon as she was putting her pajamas on and I saw
the scratches and the bruises on her back. I couldn't even
imagine what it must have been like for her to let that dog...oh
Christ! I couldn't even say it to myself! 

What I went through was horrible, but it had been so much worse
for her. She had been raped over and over by those four men and
then forced to be with that dog. I couldn't remember most of what
had happened to me, and I was so very grateful for that. 

Apparently they had given me more of the drugs than they had
given her because she seemed to remember a lot more. Or maybe I
was just more susceptible. I wish that I could forget the things
that I did remember from last night. Every image was more
disturbing than the last.

We both lay in bed for a long time before we went to sleep that
night. I tried not to think about it but several new and unwanted
memories flashed through my tortured mind. I had a fuzzy image of
Sharon taking on three men at once with apparent eagerness.
Another image of Sharon with two men that I didn't remember from
last night came to me and I puzzled over it for a few minutes
before I realized that those must have been the cameramen. For
the life of me I couldn't remember anyone taking pictures of us.

Sharon got to sleep before I did and not long after she fell
asleep she began making terrible noises and sobbing quietly as
she slept. I debated with myself over whether or not to wake her
but I decided that it would be better if she slept.

The next morning we got up and went through our normal Monday
morning routine without speaking. We ate a little cold cereal and
I drove us in to the office. I dreaded having to interact with
people but it turned out to be a relief to be able to throw
myself into my work and not think about what had happened to us.
Or at least not think about it constantly. As much as I tried to
avoid them those flashbacks kept stabbing me in the brain.

We met at lunch time and went to the small break room and had a
can of coke for lunch. We sat together quietly after I asked her
if she was doing okay. She shrugged and we sat at a small table
and held hands and tried to ignore the other people in the room.

The people that we worked with left us alone except for Anne, the
woman that had introduced us and almost ordered us to go out
together. She came over to our table and said, "You guys look
like hell! You aren't fighting are you?"

I tried to smile at her and said, "No Anne. We aren't fighting."
I couldn't think of anything else to say but Sharon said, "We
just lost a friend from college and we're feeling kind of down."

We did go to the same college but I was a year ahead of her and
as far as we know we didn't have any friends in common. But Anne
didn't know that and she accepted Sharon's excuse easily.

After she offered her condolences and walked back to her table I
smiled wryly at Sharon but we still didn't feel like talking.

After work I drove home nervously. I was terrified that someone
would be waiting for us or there would be something in the mail
from a blackmailer. I could tell that Sharon had the same fears.

But when we got home there was nothing but a handful of junk mail
and a dark, empty house. We ate a light supper and after we
cleaned up we sat at the table and had a glass of lemonade. After
a long silence I said, "I feel like we should talk. I want to say
something to make it all okay. I would give anything if I could
turn back the clock or even just make you feel better in some
way. It is tearing me up to see you suffer like this Sharon. I
love you so much and I can't stand to see you like this."

She lifted my hand and kissed it and gave me a tiny, fleeting
smile. She said, "I know Mike. It's just going to take time.
Don't worry. I'll be okay after a while I guess. But there are no
magic words and we both know that 'it's going to be okay' is a
pile of crap. It is going to hurt for a long time. I keep
remembering things that happened and I want so much to forget it,
all of it. 

Maybe you were right yesterday. Maybe we should have called the
police. Maybe we should have gone to the hospital. It's too late
now though. Still, I am starting to wonder if maybe we shouldn't
both talk to a rape counselor. I am really having a hard time
dealing with this."

The idea of telling someone what had happened to me, what little
I remembered of it anyway, was more than I could stand. But if
that's what it will take to get our lives back then I'm willing
to try. 

I told Sharon, "If you want to see someone I'll make some phone
calls."

She squeezed my hand and said, "Let's give it a week. I am not
sure that I could actually tell someone what happened to me, to
us. But we have to do something if we can't get over it on our
own. We can't live like this."

I nodded. It would be harder for her I'm sure. But she was right.
We can't go on like this.

I said, "Okay, let me know if and when you are ready. Why don't
we go to bed and read? Or would you rather watch television?"

She replied, "I can't stand the idea of all of those happy people
saying all of those stupid things on television. I vote for
reading."

We took the Sunday paper to bed and read it. When we finished
reading the paper we worked on the crossword puzzle together. It
was such a little thing but it seemed to make us both feel
better. It was such a normal thing to do I guess. 

It was still too early to try to go to sleep when we finished the
puzzle and I don't think that either one of us wanted to lay in
the dark any longer than we had to and have those horrible mental
pictures play out in our minds. So we read our books for a while.


I read to the end of a chapter and put my book up. I turned my
light out and snuggled up to Sharon and held her in my arms while
she read. She tensed up when I first snuggled up behind her but
then she took a breath and relaxed.  I held her like that until
she finished reading and then she turned her light off and lay
down on her back.

We lay there in the dark for a few minutes and I said, "We
haven't kissed since Saturday."

She turned on her side and faced me and said, "Do you really want
to kiss me?"

I was shocked that she would ask. "Of course!" I replied. "I will
always want to kiss you."

She put her hand on my cheek and leaned over and kissed me
lightly. I smiled at her and said, "Is that the best you can
do?"

The next thing I knew we were holding each other tight and
kissing passionately. She was pressing her body against mine and
crying and kissing me and then she broke off the kiss and asked,
"How can you want me after what you saw, what you know?"

I replied, "I am not going to rush you. I know that you have been
traumatized. But I adored you on Friday and I adore you today and
nothing that has happened has changed that. I will always want
you. I want to hold you and kiss you and make love to you and I
fully expect to go to my grave feeling that way. I will give you
all of the time to heal that you need, but I don't want you to
ever doubt that I love you and I want you."

She held my face in her hands and whispered, "Oh Mike! Make love
to me. Please. I need that now. I need to believe that you love
me after everything that I did."

I kissed her and said, "You didn't do anything Sharon. Things
were done to you. And I care because they hurt you, but they
don't matter to me. They don't change what I feel for you or what
I think of you."

I pulled her close again and as we kissed I move my hands over
her beautiful body. I was careful, more gentle than usual. I knew
that she had scratches and bruises and I tried not to hurt her. I
carefully unbuttoned her pajama top and caressed her perfect
breasts as we kissed. I was relieved when I realized that she was
becoming aroused. I had feared that it was too soon. I kissed my
way down to her breasts and teased them with my lips and tongue
while I unfastened her pajama bottoms and worked them off. 

When she was almost naked I rolled her onto her back and kissed
my way down to her pussy. She tensed up at first, but I was
gentle and loving and soon she relaxed and let the pleasure take
over. Before very long she was moaning and her hands were
gripping my hair and pulling my head down as she lifted her hips
and began to grind her mound against my mouth with more passion
and more abandon than I can ever remember her showing before. It
made me think of what had happened to her but I was so pleased
that she could enjoy what I was doing that I just pushed that out
of my mind.

I ate her until after her third orgasm when she pushed my head
away with shaking hands. She gasped and said, "Mike! Stop,
please! Enough! Oh baby, that was wonderful. Thank you so much. I
love you baby."

I kissed my way back up her beautiful body and held her tight. We
kissed for a minute and then she said, "I was afraid. I was
terrified that I wouldn't be able to feel that again. I love you
so much Mike. Thank you for being so sweet."

I felt her hand moving down and her fingers wrapped around my
hard cock. It was my turn to gasp and she smiled and said, "Hmmm,
I guess you love me after all!"

I chuckled and said, "Yes, I do. But that isn't how you can
tell."

She pushed me over on my back and said, "Maybe not, but it makes
me feel better when I reach down and feel that there. I was
afraid that you would never want me again."

She got up on her knees and opened my pajama bottoms and leaned
down and kissed my cock and rubbed her face over it. She smiled
up at me in the dark and in a husky, sexy voice she said, "I
think you are going to get a kick out of this."

She bent down and took my cock into her mouth and I watched in
awe as her lips slid slowly all the way down to the base of my
cock. She moaned passionately and so did I. I had never felt
anything like it! I mean, she had performed oral sex on me
before, but not like this! The head of my cock was actually in
her throat!

I dropped my head back on my pillow and gasped, "Oh my god!
Sharon!"

I knew I wasn't going to last long and as my orgasm neared I
said, "I'm going to cum Sharon." 

That had always been her cue to take her mouth away and finish me
off with her hand. Not this time! She moaned and continued to
move her lips up and down my cock and at the same time she
reached her hand down and gently cradled my balls and tickled the
underside of them and that was all I could take. For the first
time I came in her mouth and as my cum filled her mouth she
continued to moan as if she were having an orgasm.

I finally reached down and pulled her off of my cock and up over
my body. I held her tight and smothered her face in kisses. Then
we just held each other and waited for our heartbeats to return
to normal.

I wouldn't want to say it out loud, but there was one side effect
of the events that took place Saturday night that I didn't have a
problem with! That was the most amazing thing that I had ever
felt. 

I opened my eyes and she was staring down at me curiously. I
smiled and said, "What?"

She just shook her head and rested her face on my shoulder. 

I got scared and asked, "I'm sorry baby. Was it too soon?"

Sharon laughed quietly and said, "No. I was just thinking that it
was a shame that I had to be raped before I could do that. I
never wanted you to know it, but I never liked taking you in my
mouth. I did that time though. I wanted to make love to you and
to please you and as sick as it sounds, I felt proud that I am
pretty good at it now. I was good, wasn't I?"

I pulled her head up and kissed her and I said, "Honey you were
fantastic. Why didn't you tell me you didn't like to do it
before? I wouldn't have wanted you to do it if you didn't want
to."

She snuggled a little tighter against me and said, "I know Mike.
But I thought it was fair. I love when you do it for me. And I
know you enjoy it. I like to please you."

I lifted her chin and looked her in the eyes and said, "I don't
ever want you to do anything that you don't want to do. Not ever
Sharon."

She smiled and said, "I like it now. Want to try again?"

I laughed and held her tight and said, "Maybe tomorrow. Now go to
sleep."

She rolled off of me and reached for her pajama bottoms but I
stopped her. I pulled her back against me and held one of her
soft, firm breasts in my hand and said, "No. Leave them off. Stay
like this. I like you without pajamas."

I could almost feel her thinking about it and then she sat up and
pulled off her tops and threw them down on the floor. She lay
back down and in a playful voice said, "Okay, now take yours
off."

I was twenty-four years old and had never slept in the nude a day
in my life. Or at least, not until Saturday night when I was
drugged and...no. Don't even think about it! I quickly pushed
away the unwanted memories of that night and stood up and
scrambled out of my pajamas. I hopped back in bed feeling just a
little self-conscious. I moved over and cuddled up to Sharon
again and put my arms around her. I kissed the back of her neck
and asked, "Why the hell were we wearing pajamas anyway? This
feels so nice."

Sharon pulled my hand to her lips and kissed it and said, "I
don't remember. It does feel nice, doesn't it? I love you Mike."

I told her that I loved her and we fell asleep that way. 

We had moved around a little in our sleep but when we woke up
Tuesday morning we were still holding each other. We looked at
each other and dawdled in bed for a few minutes and decided that
sleeping in the nude was the only way to go.

We got up and got ready for work and had a light breakfast. Each
day seemed to be getting a little easier. We were still
traumatized of course, but we could see where things could slowly
return to more or less normal for us. We would always have that
horrible experience in our past. But maybe, with time, we could
return to almost normal. At least now we could talk and look each
other in the eye, and it had only been two days.

That evening we stopped on the way home from work and bought a
few groceries. We were slowly fighting to reclaim our lives. Both
of us were still having flashbacks and bad dreams, but we were
slowly becoming more able to function normally and deal with the
world around us.

When we got home from work on Wednesday and there was still no
sign of the people who had raped us we started to think that
things were going to get better. And on Thursday, by the time we
went to bed we were actually starting to feel safe again. I kept
telling myself, one day at a time. Each day it gets a little
better. By now my body had recovered from whatever they had done
to me and except for a few of the deeper scratches on Sharon's
back she had recovered too, at least physically. 

We couldn't get what happened out of our minds and I know that
each day as we headed home from work we were both on edge as we
drove down our street, watching closely to see if there was a car
in our driveway. Once I had parked and we had checked to make
sure that there was nothing in the mailbox that was threatening
we would relax a little more. Except for those few minutes of
angst each evening we were slowly recovering mentally.

The nervousness returned on Friday when we noticed a big black
Suburban parked in front of our house. The windows were dark and
we couldn't see if anyone was inside the vehicle. We had never
seen it before. We knew that it didn't belong to anyone that
lived near us and we were both on edge as soon as we saw it.

I was tempted to drive right on by our house and keep going. I
should have.

I had slowed when I saw the Suburban. There was no way of knowing
for sure that it was waiting for us or if it was those same men
from last Saturday. I turned to Sharon and asked, "What do you
want to do? Should I keep going?"

She slumped in her seat and said, "We might as well get this over
with. Let's find out what they want. It might not even be them.
We might be getting scared over nothing."

I pulled into the driveway and we got out and went into the house
without looking at the SUV. As soon as we were inside I went to
the window and watched as two men got out of the Suburban and
came up the sidewalk to our door.

I heard Sharon gasp behind me. We both recognized the two men
from last Saturday night. They were not the two that had danced
with Sharon. They were the other two that had been sitting with
them. They took part in molesting her in the club before we left
and they were certainly involved in the rape that followed.

I listened helplessly as Sharon muttered, "Oh no. Oh god no. It
isn't over. Oh Mike. What can we do?"

I watched the two men approach our door and I felt like I had
just been punched in the stomach. With great difficulty I drew a
deep breath and tried to sound calm as I said, "Let's see what
they want before we panic Sharon." I didn't know what else to
say.

When the doorbell rang I went to the door and opened it. They
were both very large men with a strong hint of danger about them.
They were the kind of men that you knew could hurt you badly and
would probably enjoy doing it. The one in front smiled at me but
it wasn't a reassuring smile. He pushed past me and his companion
followed him inside and shut the door. 

They seemed to already be familiar with our home. I suppose that
they were the ones that brought us home Sunday morning and
undressed us and put us to bed. They had been free to explore our
home at that time. Sharon and I had been either unconscious or so
full of drugs that we had no idea what was happening.

The first man that had entered had been carrying a small, leather
attach case. He turned to us and said, "Sit down. We have some
things to show you."

I had an idea of what "things" they were going to show us and I
didn't want to see them. I knew that Sharon didn't either. But we
were helpless against those two large men who seemed to threaten
us without ever uttering a threatening word. Their very demeanor
let us know that we were going to do what we were told, whether
we wanted to or not.

I put my arm around Sharon and we moved towards the sofa. The
second man separated us and sent me to one chair and my wife to
another. If it was a move calculated to make us feel more
helpless it worked perfectly.

The man with the attach case turned to me and asked, "How much do
you remember about that night?"

I looked up at him and listlessly responded, "Too much."

He stared at me for a moment and then he opened his case and
said, "Before we get started, here are some of the highlights
from the movie you are about to watch. Look at them."

He handed my wife and I each a folder full of 8X10 photographs
that appeared to be video captures taken from a movie. I didn't
want to look. I had a good idea of what kinds of pictures were in
the folder and I didn't want to see them. I heard Sharon paging
through her folder and moaning in shame and fear.

With shaking hands I opened the folder I had been given and I was
surprised to see that the first pictures were taken in the dance
club. They were of comparatively poor quality, but they were in
color and they were clear. They must have been taken from some
sort of surveillance system in the club. They were dark and a few
of them were blurry. But they were good enough that it was
obvious that Sharon and I were the couple who joined the four men
at their booth. Someone had to have been operating the camera
system while we were there. They had zoomed in several times for
close-ups of some of the more disturbing things that had
happened.

I had a cockeyed smile on my face and looked like I might be a
little tipsy but Sharon seemed to be having a ball. She was
laughing and smiling as the men groped her and bared various
parts of her body and explored it freely.

There were several shots in which she was totally exposed. There
were also a few pictures taken on the dance floor with her skirt
being held up around her waist by her partner and everyone around
her staring in disbelief. In one series of pictures I saw her
dance partner holding her skirt up to her waist while two men
from the crowd peeled her pantyhose and her panties off slowly,
with lots of groping and apparently lots of encouragement from
the crowd that had gathered around to watch.

The next photographs were from that living room where the rapes
had taken place. Both Sharon and I still seemed like willing
participants. I noticed though that it seemed like the more time
that passed the more glassy-eyed I became.

Sharon and I were both naked very soon after these shots began
but it was not obvious that we were under the influence of some
kind of drug. I wasn't all that animated, but I seemed to be
cooperating fully. I wasn't in most of the pictures though. Most
of the attention was focused on Sharon. 

She went from man to man, letting all four men explore her naked
body and striking the most obscene poses for them and for the
cameras. But it wasn't long before the real action started. There
were pictures of Sharon going from man to man and giving them
oral sex. Right from the beginning it was obvious that they
weren't satisfied with her ability to perform that intimate act.


They showed her smiling and taking the first man's cock into her
mouth with apparent pleasure. But then the camera filmed from the
rear as the man's hands held her by the back of her head and
pulled her face down, forcing his cock all the way into her mouth
and throat. I could vaguely remember her struggles when the first
couple of men had done that, but it wasn't obvious from these
photographs.

I was half way through the large stack of pictures before the
pictures of my own degradation began to appear. The camera
focused on me and in the first picture I seemed to be watching
and enjoying my wife having sex with the four men. In the next
photograph there were naked men standing on either side of me. It
didn't look like I was even aware of it.

It was instantly obvious that they were not a part of the
original 'gang of four' that had drugged and entrapped us. The
two men standing beside my chair in the photographs were black. 

As the pictures progressed I saw myself taking both black cocks
all the way down my throat and then on my hands and knees with
one of them in my mouth and one using me anally. They switched
places several times. 

When I woke up the next morning and became instantly aware of the
pain I knew, well, I strongly suspected that I had been raped
anally. But suspecting it didn't prepare me for seeing the
pictures of it.  

There were less than a dozen pictures of me with the black men
before the cameras returned to Sharon. She was engaged in one sex
act after another, very seldom with only one man at a time. She
was subjected to double and triple penetrations. She didn't seem
as excited as she had in the first photographs but she was still
smiling and obviously cooperating with the men who were using
her.

After all four men were sated the two black men that had raped me
were given an opportunity to rape her as well. Then I came to the
last series of a dozen photographs of Sharon being mounted by the
dog. Even in those pictures she was smiling, though it seemed
forced.

I glanced over at Sharon. She had her hands over her face and she
was crying quietly. I wasn't crying, but I could have. I felt a
desperate helplessness wash over me. I was helpless to protect my
wife from these men. I didn't know yet what they wanted, but I
didn't see how we could refuse them. Not when they had those
horrible pictures. If those photographs, or the movie from which
they were taken, became public our lives were over.

We could never look anyone we knew in the eye again. Our jobs,
our careers would be things of the past. We would lose
everything. The question now was what did they want?

The man with the attach case said, "That was just a preview." 

He got up and removed a DVD from his case and placed it in our
DVD player. He turned on the TV and started the movie.

The movie didn't just start. There was a title. "Sharon and
Mike's Second Anniversary Party", starring Sharon and Michael
Kramer of 1711 Cimarron Street. As the title came up on the
screen it was superimposed over film of Sharon and I at our table
and the only sound was the loud music and the roar of the crowd.

The movie title and our names disappeared and the movie started.
The quality was relatively poor at first. But it was clearly me
and Sharon in the club. It showed us happy and talking to each
other. There was a brief shot of the two of us dancing. They must
have selected us as soon as we entered the club because there
always seemed to be a camera pointed at us.

I suddenly remembered the free drink coupons our waiter had given
us after dinner. We had been lured into that club Saturday night!
We had been selected to play their terrible game while we were
still eating our dinner!

The DVD didn't show everything that had happened, but we clearly
saw the change in our expressions when Sharon became impatient
with me for not wanting to dance more. The movie showed the two
men from the adjoining table taking turns escorting Sharon out
onto the dance floor and there were several scenes of some very
sexy dancing.

In the next segment we were seen smiling and accompanying the
four men to the large booth and Sharon being pulled onto one of
the men's laps. We seemed to be going along cheerfully with every
new indignity. We were both smiling and Sharon permitted all four
men complete access to her beautiful young body while I watched
with seeming approval.

A little later, when those men had been encouraged to remove her
undergarments on the dance floor the expression of joy on
Sharon's face was obvious. Later, when they had pulled her dress
down from the top and removed her bra, with a lot more people
watching than I had been aware of at the time, there had been a
flirty, almost lustful look on her face as the men removed her
bra and cupped her naked breasts right there in the booth.

The last shot in the club was of the six of us leaving together.
We all walked out under our own power with no apparent coercion
from anyone.

The next scene was the first in which our voices could be heard.
We were in a nicely furnished living room somewhere with the four
men, and the cameramen of course. The four men were seated around
the room on two chairs and a sofa and I was sitting in a straight
chair nearby. The picture was much clearer now, definitely a
result of professional equipment and experienced cameramen.

Sharon was encouraged to dance in front of them and she danced
slowly and sensuously for them to whatever song was playing in
her head at the time. The first man to dance with her in the club
that evening seemed to be the man in charge. He watched her dance
for a minute before he suggested that she would be able to dance
much more freely without her little black dress on. It hadn't
even been an order, just a suggestion. 

She didn't even break her rhythm. She continued to sway in front
of the men as she reached back and unzipped her dress. There was
a quick cut to my smiling face and then the camera cut back to
catch her dress sliding down off of her shoulders and baring her
perfect young breasts to the leering men, all of whom were at
least twice her age.

Her hips swiveled sexily as she slid the dress down over her
waist and it puddled at her feet. She kicked it away and danced
naked for several minutes while the men were heard to discuss her
body in the crudest terms.

The man who was in charge, the oldest of the four men, wiggled
his finger at her and she danced over to where he was sitting.
She stopped dancing when his hands reached out and began to
explore her naked body. He cupped her breasts and pinched her
nipples and then his hand moved down and he cupped her tight
little pussy in his hand. 

Her pleasure was apparent as he groped her. She shivered
lustfully as he cupped her mound and then began to slide a finger
up and down her moist slit as the camera zoomed in for a
close-up.

I heard his pleasant voice tell her to turn around and spread her
legs and bend over and touch her toes and she obeyed instantly.
The camera had backed out and gotten a wide shot of her assuming
the new and degrading position and then came back for another
close-up of the man's fingers exploring her obscenely displayed
pussy. It was incredibly wet and he dipped his fingers into her
several times before he began to explore her exposed anus.

She giggled as his finger tickled her pink little hole and then
slowly entered her. She made a sound that seemed to indicate
discomfort as his finger entered her back passage. He smiled and
withdrew his finger and said, "You are very tight my dear. Reach
back and place your hands on your ass and spread your cheeks for
me."

She obeyed instantly and his finger returned and dipped down into
her juicy pussy again and then returned to her anus. He said,
"Relax now Sharon. You have to get used to being touched here. It
may be unpleasant at first, but once you are used to it, it won't
be so bad."

I watched as his finger entered her back passage again and slowly
began to move in and out of her, this time with no apparent
resistance from Sharon. This went on for several moments before
he withdrew his finger and instructed her to stand up and face
him again. 

When she had complied he smiled at her and offered his finger to
her lips. She sucked it clean without hesitation and while she
sucked on his finger he said, "I want you to go to each of my
friends now and allow them to examine your body more closely."

She went next to the second of the men that she had danced with
that night and his examination of her body was nearly identical
to the first man's. As the second man's hands explored my
obedient wife's young body the first man stood up and watched as
he undressed. For the first time I was able to fully appreciate
how well hung he was. His cock was at least eight inches long and
very fat. It was at least twice as big around as my little five
and a half inch cock.

While the third man was exploring my wife and the second man was
undressing the first man suggested in that friendly voice that I
should get undressed too. He said that I would be joining the
party later.

It was about at this point, as Sharon and I were staring in
horror at the movie on our television that the man with the
attach case, the man who seemed to be third in the pecking order
of the four men, moved over to the chair that Sharon was sitting
in. He reached down and casually slid his hand inside of her
blouse and cupped her breast. 

She tried to ignore him. Her eyes were staring at the television,
watching the DVD that was playing and filling in the gaps in our
hazy memories. She jumped slightly as he touched her, but she
didn't fight him. 

I tried to ignore them since there was nothing that I could do
about it. I saw the fourth man glance at me, presumably to assure
himself that I wouldn't do anything stupid. Then he turned his
attention back to his friend and Sharon.

I tried to focus on the television but I couldn't help seeing
Sharon and the man that was casually molesting her out of the
corner of my eye. Sharon was still wearing the conservative
blouse and long skirt that she had worn to work today.

I heard the man who was groping her breast say quietly, "Damn
Sharon, you dress like an old lady. Well, don't worry, that's
going to change."

On the screen I had finished undressing and returned to my seat
and the fourth man was just finishing exploring Sharon's body as
she posed for him in that same obscene pose that she had assume
for all four men.

I saw his large finger being withdrawn from her anus and after
she turned around and cleaned him like she had the others the
first man called her back over to him. When she stood in front of
him again his finger returned to her lust swollen vulva and he
smiled up at her and said, "You are enjoying this aren't you
Sharon?"

Sharon nodded enthusiastically, still smiling brightly. 

Meanwhile, the last man stood up and began to undress and as his
penis came into view I was struck once again by the size of the
four penises that were now on display. They were all very long
and very fat and very hard and I couldn't imagine Sharon having
to allow these men to have sex with her. I understood that the
vagina was a very elastic organ. After all, they stretched to
accommodate the birth of a child. But I wasn't thinking too
clearly. Not now and certainly not then when it was happening in
front of me.

I watched in disbelief as Sharon was pulled to her knees between
the leader's legs and he asked her if she likes to suck cocks. 

She shrugged noncommittally and he smiled and said, "That's okay
little girl. By the time this night is over you are going to be
an expert. Now why don't you bend down and start licking and
kissing my balls and we'll start out kind of slow and enjoy this
together."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw that the man molesting Sharon
while we watched the movie had unbuttoned her blouse and
unfastened her bra in the front. Her breasts were exposed now. 

Sharon was sitting there, staring at the TV as her assailant
molested her breasts with impunity. The tears were streaking down
her cheeks and dripping down onto her exposed breasts and the
hand of the man who was molesting her.

His finger moved up and dabbed at her tears and in a voice that
was scary just because it was so soft but full of confidence he
said, "Nothing turns me on like a beautiful woman with tears in
her eyes." He could do anything that he wanted to Sharon. She
would permit it. I would permit it. I was powerless to prevent it
and we all knew it.

My attention returned to the rape on the screen as Sharon had
begun to suck on the first few inches of the leader's cock. He
was watching her with an amused look on his face. 

He turned to his friends and said, "Isn't that cute? The stupid
cunt doesn't have a fucking clue!"

They laughed at my wife and her attempts to satisfy the man with
her mouth. I didn't see the problem. That was the way that she
pleased me with her mouth on those infrequent occasions when she
had made an attempt to suck on my cock. But I remembered the
pictures of what was to come.

I watched as the camera angle changed. The cameraman moved behind
Sharon and the man whose cock was in her mouth gripped her head
firmly and began to pull her down onto his cock. With each stroke
more and more of his cock disappeared into her mouth. I could
hear her gagging and gasping for air and groaning in pain but she
didn't seem to fight him as he kept it up until his oversized
cock was buried in her throat and her lips were stretched wide
around the base of his cock. 

The camera moved around to the side again and showed a close-up
of my wife with his cock buried in her throat. Her eyes were
opened wide and tears were streaming from them. Her expression
was something between horror and surprise as she knelt in front
of the man and held his cock in her throat.

He let her slide back up his cock and then pulled her back down
until his cock was buried all the way in her mouth and throat
again. It went on and on and each time it seemed to go down
easier until at the end he had removed his hands from her head
and she was doing it on her own.

It was horrible to watch and I was forced to remember what was
going to happen later when those black men made me do the same
thing to them. I remembered the helplessness and the fear and the
pain and the humiliation that I had seen on my face in the
photographs they had just made us look through. So I knew what
was happening in Sharon's head right at that moment.

I suppose it was inevitable, but just then I heard the ominous
sound of a zipper being pulled down and I glanced over to see the
man that was molesting Sharon say, "Let's see if you remember
what you learned that night sweetheart."

His hard, drooling cock was pointed right at her face.

She had studiously avoided looking at me while this was all going
on but just before she took her rapist's nasty sex organ into her
mouth again she glanced at me and through the tears I saw a plea.
I wasn't sure if she was begging me to forgive her for what she
was about to be forced to do or if she was begging me to save her
from having to do it. She must know that I was just as helpless
against these two large men as she was. 

I tried not to watch. I knew that she wouldn't want me to see
this. Especially now, without benefit of the mind numbing drugs
we had been given last weekend. It was tearing me up deep inside,
but I couldn't turn away.

I watched as she took that large organ into her mouth and I heard
the man assaulting her sigh with pleasure as she began to slide
her lips down over his throbbing penis. I glanced up at his face
and he was staring at me! I had the impression that he was
getting as much pleasure from raping my wife's throat in front of
me as he was from what she was doing with her mouth. There was a
look of scorn and derision on his face that made me feel like,
well, like what I was. A helpless wimp that sat by and allowed
men to rape my wife without so much as a protest.

Even though I had seen the photographs and I was watching it
happen now on the DVD playing on our television, watching her
swallow that large cock in person, so close to me that I could
almost reach out and touch them, it was impossible to believe
that she could do that. I remembered again that I had been forced
to do it myself, and I had been sent home with the sore throat to
prove it. But I didn't remember it. I have a vague recollection
of a man's stomach in my face but even the pictures that showed
it didn't restore that memory. In fact, I still don't remember
that it had been a black man!

I turned my attention back to the television just as Sharon was
shown walking on her knees to the second man she was going to
suck off that night. She was still grinning, though not so
confidently now. There were tears stains on her cheeks but she
had stopped crying and she didn't seem at all reluctant as she
moved between the second man's legs and started all over again.

I looked back at the rape that was taking place right beside me
now and I heard Sharon gag slightly just before the man's large
cock entered her throat. This time she did it on her own. Her
rapist stood there with one hand on her breast, pinching and
pulling painfully on her nipple and the other hand resting on her
shoulder as she took his cock all the way into her throat and
held him there for a moment before pulling back and doing it all
over again.

He smiled at me as he said to her, "That's a good girl. Just like
we taught you. Every good cunt needs to know how to suck a cock
the right way."

He gave me an evil grin and said, "That means you too you fucking
sissy."

I blanched at the terrible insult and the implied threat of
things to come, but I couldn't deny it. Only a sissy would allow
his wife to be used like this and not put up a fight, no matter
how futile.

I considered doing something now, but at this point what would it
matter. The damage was already done. We were totally helpless
now. They had those pictures and the movies and attacking him now
would just give them an excuse to hurt me more. I had never
struck another person in my life. I am embarrassed to say that I
don't even know how. I know absolutely nothing about fighting.

It seemed to me that it took the man that was raping Sharon's
mouth a long time to cum. It took much longer than it had in the
movie. It finally occurred to me that the movie had been edited
to keep it interesting and shorten it. We had been raped for
hours. They probably had it all on a disk somewhere, but the DVD
we were watching had probably been shortened considerately.

By the time the man finally came in Sharon's mouth here in our
living room, she had finished sucking off all four men on the
screen and was crawling back down the line to the first man she
had sucked off.

She moved back between his legs and he patted her on the head and
said in a very condescending voice, "That was very good Sharon.
You've learned a lot already. You're still having fun aren't
you?"

She said that she was but her smile looked pasted on now and her
voice was no longer happy and enthusiastic. She sounded kind of
raspy. Obviously a result of the damage done to her throat while
she had satisfied those four very well hung men. She was still
obeying every order, every suggestion without hesitation though.

He said, "Okay, now we are going to try something else. I want
you to suck my cock again and get it nice and hard. When I am
ready I am going to fuck your cunt for a few minutes and then I'm
going to fuck your ass. I suspect that no one has ever fucked
your ass before sweetheart. Am I right?"

She looked confused and scared. She first shook her head and then
nodded it. Then she said, "Yes you are right. No one has ever
done that."

He smiled and asked, "Done what Sharon?"

She didn't blush, but she looked very uncomfortable when she
said, "Put their...put their penis in my rectum?"

All four men laughed derisively and the leader said, "No Sharon,
fucked your ass. Say it right."

I could hardly hear her as she said, "No one has ever fucked my
ass."

Sharon and I stared at her image on the television as she bent
down and used her mouth to make the leader of the gang of four
hard again. The man she had just sucked off in our living room
put his soft cock back in his pants and went over and sat down on
the couch. He was immediately replaced by his companion.

He walked over and stood over her for a second, looking down at
her with tears running down her cheeks and that terrible,
helpless look on her face. He smiled at her and said, "Before we
get started again, why don't we make you more comfortable. Stand
up bitch."

Sharon got to her feet unsteadily and he reached out and teased
her breasts roughly. I thought that he would begin pulling her
clothes off, or order her to undress. Instead he looked over at
me and said, "Get your pussy ass over here and undress my new
cunt. I like my cocksuckers to be naked."

I thought about refusing. I knew that I would get hurt if I did
but what stopped me was that I assumed that they would make it
harder on Sharon to teach me a lesson. 

I didn't refuse though. It would have been pointless. I was just
as helpless as she was and we all knew it. I realized that I was
actually more afraid of what she would think of me for not
protecting her than I was of getting hurt. But I was all too
aware that I was helpless. By now I had proven myself unable to
take a stand, unable to protect my wife.

I stood and stepped closer. I avoided everyone's eyes as I slid
Sharon's blouse and bra off together. I dropped them nearby and
then I removed her wide belt and dropped it on her blouse. I
located the button and the zipper holding her skirt in place and
unfastened them. 

Her skirt started to fall on its own but caught on her slender
hips. I pushed it down and then I knelt and worked her hose and
her panties off together. I lifted her feet one at a time and
freed her clothing and added the rest of it to the pile that sat
nearby. 

I stood up and started to return to my seat but the bastard that
was about to force Sharon to suck his cock said, "No, not yet.
Give your little wife a kiss first and tell her you love her. She
seems upset about something."

I heard the other man chuckle as I turned Sharon's face to mine
and kissed her on the lips. I pulled back and started to tell her
that I loved her when the man slapped the back of my head and
said sardonically, "Not like that you fucking wimp! Slip the
bitch some tongue! Let her know you really love her."

I kissed her again and as my tongue entered her mouth we were
both crying quietly. I kissed her for a long moment and then I
said, "I'm sorry Sharon. I love you. I do baby. I love you with
all of my heart."

He laughed at me and pushed me away. His hand went back to her
breasts and he said, "Okay cunt. You know what to do."

I returned to my seat and looked back at the television just in
time to see the gang leader pulling his cock out of Sharon's
pussy as she knelt on all fours in front of him and begin to
force it into her virgin back passage.

She cried out in pain as he forced the head of his large cock
into her without regard to how much pain he caused her. I heard
her whisper to him, "Please, oh god, please stop. It hurts so
much. I can't stand it. Please, I'll do anything if you just take
it out."

He ignored her for a minute as he worked more and more of his
cock into her ass. He finally said, "Don't worry sweetheart. By
the time you leave here tonight this will be just as easy for you
as taking my cock into your throat. You just have to adjust, get
used to it. I think you will find that if you relax and push back
at me with the muscles in your ass that this will be a lot easier
on you."

When he had his cock a little more than halfway inside of her he
pulled it all the way out and Sharon cried out in pain and then
sighed loudly and thanked him. He chuckled and said, "Sorry
bitch, just getting some more of that pussy juice. You are pretty
dry in there."

He fucked her pussy for a moment and then he pulled out and
started raping her ass again. She cried out again and her head
dropped down onto her arms and she sobbed loudly as he forced his
cock into her.

This time he drove it all the way in and began fucking her
violently as soon as he hit bottom. She continued to groan in
pain and cry out from time to time but he ignored her as he
grabbed her hips in his firm grip and raped her ass roughly. 

No, that isn't true. He wasn't ignoring her. It was obvious that
her cries of pain and her loud sobs were just what he wanted to
hear. At one point he reached under her and lifted her up on her
knees and bounced her up and down violently on his cock. That
caused her breasts to fly around on her chest and the cameras
came in for close-ups of her face and her breasts. In the
background his three companions could be heard hooting and making
obscene remarks.

After a few moments he let her drop back onto all fours. He
suddenly picked up the pace for a few dozen strokes and then he
tensed up. It was obvious when he began to shoot his cum into her
ass.

He froze in place for almost a minute before he pulled out of
her. He reached out and grabbed a handful of her long blonde
hair. He roughly pulled her around to face him and said, "Clean
that up cunt. Look what you did to my cock! That's disgusting!"

Sharon sobbed as she took his nasty cock back into her mouth. But
she offered no resistance. She gagged a few times but she managed
to suck his cock clean. 

While she was cleaning the first man's cock with her mouth the
second man in the pecking order got up and stood behind her. He
looked down at her abused anus and said, "God! What a fucking
mess. I can't fuck that!"

He looked up at me and then he walked over and gripped my hair
and pulled me out of my chair and around behind my wife. I gazed
down at her abused backside and the small stream of white cum
oozing out of her. 

The man holding me by my hair said, "That's nasty. I want you to
be a good boy and get down there and clean that up for me."

I had not remembered being forced to do that! I suppose that
Sharon probably remembered it. Her memories of that night were
more clear than my own. It must have been nearly as hard for her
to know what I had done as it was for me to do it. How could she
possibly respect a husband who had eaten another man's cum out of
her ass?

I felt like vomiting as I stared at myself on the television.
That large, violent man had released my hair and with no more
threats, no more orders, without any apparent hesitation I had
leaned down and licked my wife's anus clean. 

When I was done he said, "I don't think you're done yet. There is
probably more in there. Lock your lips around that thing and see
what you can suck out."

Once more I obeyed as if I were totally without a mind of my own.
When I was finished he ordered me to stick my tongue inside of
her and get her nice and wet for him. I had just started to obey
when he pushed me out of the way with his foot and dropped to his
knees behind her.

Sharon still had the first man's nasty cock in her mouth as the
second one began forcing his cock into her from behind. It was
obvious that it hurt her just as much this time and she moaned in
pain and sobbed loudly around the cock in her mouth. But she
never once tried to pull away. She was just as much under the
influence of their drugs as I was. Even the terrible pain that
they were inflicting on her didn't change that.

When he had cum in Sharon's ass and finally pulled out of her I
was put back to work cleaning her back passage while she was
forced to suck a second cock clean. That same rotation continued
until all four men had raped her ass. 

By the time the fourth man had cum in her ass she seemed to have
become a bit unresponsive. She wasn't fighting them. Neither one
of us had. We had been totally compliant right from the start.
But she seemed, I don't know, almost like she was semiconscious.


The last man to fuck her ass knelt in front of her while I went
back to work cleaning her. He placed his cock at her lips and
apparently she wasn't doing a very good job of cleaning him. He
pulled back and slapped her face twice, quite hard. 

She cried out and seemed to become more aware. When he offered
her his cock again she took it into her mouth and cleaned it
eagerly.

Even though I have just watched myself eat the cum of four men
out of Sharon's ass I cannot for the life of me remember doing
it. I remember the taste in my mouth the following morning. But
watching it on that DVD hadn't jogged my memory. That part is
still a blank. I'm glad. I don't want to be able to remember it.
I wish that they had not made us watch this damned DVD. It was
horrible to see us doing those things, being humiliated and
abused that way.

After Sharon had cleaned the last of them the four men rested for
a while. They didn't show that in the movie. On television I saw
them pause long enough for Sharon to get them each a drink and
get pawed as she served them. But then the rape started up again
right away on the DVD.

This time, at least in the beginning, it was just for the
cameras, just to humiliate her. They posed with her in every
obscene position that they could think of. There were several
combinations of triple penetrations and all sorts of double
penetrations. Once they had gotten turned on posing with her in
all of those positions they finished up fucking her a final time
with two double penetrations. The first was one man in her mouth
and one in her vagina. 

When those two finished I was forced to clean her vagina.

The next two men took their last turns of the night in her anus
and her vagina. She was very sore of course and she cried out as
they entered her. She continued to sob quietly as they rocked her
back and forth violently between them until they had both
achieved a final orgasm.

When they were finished raping her I was forced to clean her out
front and back. By this time though there was very little of
their slimy ejaculate to lick up. They were all becoming
exhausted.

The four men all got comfortable then and made her do things,
nasty things. It was just to humiliate her further. She sucked
their toes and she licked their asses. A couple of them ordered
her to kneel in front of where they were sitting and lean her
head back and open her mouth and they spit into her mouth
repeatedly.

One of them said, "Damn, too bad I already took a leak. Look at
that urinal!"

There was obscene laughter at that. 

Just then, back in my living room, the second man filled Sharon's
mouth with cum. After she swallowed he sat on the couch beside
his accomplice and called her over to him. When she was standing
in front of him he pulled her down and stretched her out across
the laps of both men as they sat side by side on the couch. They
roughly mauled her breasts and her pussy as the scene changed on
the television.

They laughed derisively and made sure that both Sharon and I were
watching as two naked black men entered the room and took up
positions on either side of me. Their cocks were more average in
size than the four men that had been raping Sharon. I don't know
that it made much difference to me at the time. I still don't
remember anything but that one brief flashback.

One of the men got my attention and ordered me to open my mouth.
I watched now in horror as I complied without question and that
long black cock entered my mouth easily.

I obviously didn't know what I was doing. It didn't matter
though. He took my head in his hands and just like the other four
men had done with Sharon earlier, the man held my head and began
to pull it towards him as he thrust his hips, quickly forcing his
entire cock into my mouth and throat. 

Just like Sharon, I gagged at first, but I didn't fight. I sat
there with my arms at my side and allowed this man to fuck my
face with the two professional cameras filming every detail and
picking up the disgusting comments from our four kidnappers.

The first man came in my mouth and as I watched myself gagging on
the screen I felt very much like vomiting in the present. I saw
myself swallowing a mouthful of cum with great difficulty and
then being immediately forced to perform the same sordid act for
the man standing on the other side of me.

I glanced at Sharon out of the corner of my eye to see how she
was reacting to what she was being forced to watch. Her eyes
looked glazed over. It appeared as though she had crawled up into
her mind and closed the door after her. I hoped that was the
case. God knows she has suffered enough.

I don't know if they cut a lot of my rape out of the movie. I
suspect that they did. Many of the sex acts to follow seemed to
happen very quickly. And after all, who the hell wants to watch a
man getting raped?

After I swallowed the second man's cum the two black men pulled
me down onto the floor on my hands and knees and first one and
then the other raped my rectum. The one that was waiting his turn
always seemed to wait his turn with his penis in my mouth.

Another large amount of time must have passed after my rape
because when the next scene started the two black men that had
raped me were now refreshed and about to rape Sharon. She was
forced to suck them both off and then they both fucked her
vaginally. The first one raped her on her hands and knees but the
second man turned her over and laid her flat on her back. As he
fucked her he grinned down at her and made nasty comments. In
between his running nasty commentary he would lean down and lap
her face like a dog.

When the men were all through raping her and I suppose that none
of them could get it up any more she was ordered to service the
two cameramen. Then she was ordered to her hands and knees and
the dog was brought in. The dog was a large mixed breed that must
have been trained for this. He seemed to know what he was doing.


He started out licking the cum that was leaking from her vagina
and then he went up on his hind legs and slid up onto her back.
That was when she had gotten scratched. I saw him wrap his
forelegs around her and I couldn't watch after that.

I thought that would be the end of the movie. I was wrong. The
men rested up a little and then the two that were with us now in
our living room ordered us to gather up our clothes and the
cameramen picked up their cameras and got more footage as we were
taken nude to the elevators and down to the parking garage. It
must have been early in the morning by then. 

We didn't see another soul until we reached the garage. A car was
just pulling in as we crossed the garage to the SUV. The driver
saw us and slowed, then he stopped and watched as my wife and I,
still in the nude, followed the two men to the Suburban and
waited for the driver to unlock it.

I was made to sit in the front passenger seat while Sharon sat in
the back with one of her rapists. One of the cameramen climbed
into the third row of seats and continued to record. As we were
driven home I was forced to listen to the loud sloppy blowjob she
was forced to give to one of the rapists. 

When we got to our driveway I saw that someone had already
brought our car home from the restaurant and parked it. We pulled
up to the curb and after several minutes the man that Sharon was
sucking off in the backseat finally came. After he put his cock
back in his pants we were told to take our clothes and carry them
into the house and go straight to bed.

They followed us inside and recorded right up until my wife and I
got in bed. 

That was the point at which the movie finally ended. It had been
very long and it had been gut-wrenching to watch. Our two
companions had enjoyed it, but I think now that I would have
preferred to have lived with the gaps in my memory than having
them filled in this way. I don't know how Sharon had kept from
losing her mind.

When the movie ended one of the men shut the television off with
the remote control and said, "That's your copy. I hope you enjoy
it as much as I did."

The man that had been carrying the attach case when they came in
pushed Sharon off of his lap and got to his feet. He picked up
his case and as he reached inside he said, "You can keep the
pictures too. I thought that they came out pretty good for video
captures. I have a set too. I was thinking of framing some of
them."

I looked at him despondently and he just ignored me and pulled
our address book out of his case and tossed it onto the table. He
said, "We made a copy of that of course. Just in case. But you
kids aren't going to give us any trouble, are you?"

I just glared at him but Sharon squealed in pain and the other
man said in a calm, reasonable voice, "My friend asked you a
question. It was not a rhetorical question. We want an answer."

Sharon and I both responded meekly. "No, we won't give you any
trouble."

There was a moment of silence and I asked, "What do you want from
us? We don't have any money."

The man with the attach case responded, "The boss will fill you
in on that when we pick you up tomorrow. Be ready at two o'clock
tomorrow afternoon."

The men started putting their clothing back in order and just
before they left one of them asked, "Any questions?"

I couldn't think of anything. I couldn't think at all. I shook my
head and they started to leave when Sharon called out, "Wait!
What do I wear?"

The second man just snickered. The first one said, "It doesn't
matter much. You probably won't have it on for long."

And then they were gone. Sharon and I sat in silence for the
longest time. The thing we had feared so much had happened. It
was even worse than we had imagined. I think that we both
realized that the worst was yet to come.

I finally came to my senses and stood up and went over to Sharon.
She was still sitting on the floor with her hands over her face
and crying softly. It broke my heart to see her like that. I sat
down beside her and asked, "Can I hold you, or would you rather
not look at me after what I've done?"

She looked at me through eyes full of tears and then she threw
herself into my arms and cried for a very long time. I knew
better than to say that everything would be alright. That would
have been a huge lie.

She was still crying quietly fifteen or twenty minutes later when
she whispered, "What did you mean?"

I didn't know what she was talking about. I tried to think but I
drew a blank. I finally asked, "What do you mean, what did I
mean?"

She giggled. She giggled and cried at the same time and then she
said, "What did you mean when you said, 'would you rather not
look at me after what I've done?' What did you do?"

I responded, "You know what I have done. You remembered a lot
more of it than I did. And now we have it on DVD. But worse than
that, I let them come back and do it again. I didn't even try to
fight them. I didn't even try to protect you."

She pulled me tighter to her beautiful, naked body and said, "You
silly man! There is nothing you could have done. I know that.
This isn't your fault! I'm the one that flirted with those men. I
was upset with you for not dancing with me more and I flirted
with four big strong men and tried to make you jealous. Now we
are both suffering for it. I wouldn't blame you if you left me.
In fact, I can't understand why you don't."

My heart nearly stopped at the very idea of life without her. I
exclaimed emphatically, "I would never leave you. I could never
leave you. Sharon I adore you. It is killing me that I can't
protect you from those animals. I can't understand how you can
stand to have me touch you after what you saw me do, or saw them
do to me. I am not a fighter. I have never hit another human
being in my life. I don't know what to do now. There has to be
some way out of this. Christ! We don't even know what 'this' is
yet! We won't find out until tomorrow. Maybe it's time to buy a
gun."

She looked up at me then and said, "And then what Mike?! Get
yourself killed by those gangsters? Or kill them and go to jail
for the rest of your life?"

I looked at her helplessly and said, "A man should protect his
wife."

She rested her head on my shoulder and said, "Your wife got you
into this."

I kissed the top of her head and whispered, "All you did was
accept his request for a dance."

After a brief pause she said, "No, I accepted his drinks, his
drugged drinks. And I smiled at him and got all coquettish. I
didn't know what I was getting into, but I knew what I was doing.
Now we are both paying for it."

I held her for a little longer and when she stopped crying I
said, "Come on, let's go take a shower."

For a moment I had forgotten what day it was and even what time
of day it was. Being forced to watch that DVD, and seeing the
things that they did to Sharon while we watched it had an effect
on me that was very much akin to being hit in the head with a
baseball bat. I was stupefied. It was Friday night and we needed
to get cleaned up and eat something. We had been eating little or
nothing all week and I figured that if we were going to find some
way to fight those thugs we would need to keep up our strength
and stay healthy. 

I pulled Sharon to her feet and we went to our room. While I
undressed she went into our bathroom and brushed her teeth. When
I was naked I joined her. I turned the hot water in the shower
on. Our shower always took an unusually long time to warm up. 

While the water ran in the shower I stood behind Sharon and put
my arms around her waist as she brushed her teeth. She looked at
me in the mirror and then looked down. I knew what she must think
of me. I could imagine the images that flashed through her mind
now when she looked at me. But if there was any way of getting
through this and staying together then I was going to try. I
still loved Sharon more than life itself. The things I had seen
her do, or rather the things that I had seen those men do to her
didn't matter. We just had to find some way out of this. As long
as we stayed together then this could all be dealt with later.

We took a long hot shower and there was a lot of touching and
kissing and when we were drying off afterwards we both knew that
we were still in love and that the horrible things that we were
being made to do didn't matter. Well, that isn't quite true. Of
course they mattered. But we would survive them.

We went back to the kitchen in our robes and slippers and I
forced Sharon to sit at the table while I made a tuna casserole
for supper. While the casserole was baking I suddenly remembered
the bottle of alcohol that someone had given us. One of our
friends at work who didn't know us very well and wasn't aware
that we didn't drink had given us a bottle of whiskey last year
on our anniversary. I looked around and finally found it under
the sink. 

I poured us both a small glass of it over ice and it was
terrible. I didn't know what you were supposed to mix with
whiskey to make it palatable but all we had left was a large
bottle of ginger ale so I tried that and it worked out pretty
well. We sat together, holding hands and sipping Canadian Whiskey
and Canada Dry ginger ale until dinner was ready.

I wouldn't want to make a habit of it, but it really seemed to
help.

We didn't talk. There wasn't much that we could say. We were both
embarrassed by what our partner had seen us doing on that movie.
But at least we seemed to be able to look each other in the eye
now.

When the timer went off in our quiet house to signal that supper
was ready we both jumped like there had been a gun shot. Then we
looked at each other and laughed. 

I got up and took the casserole out of the oven and got out some
plates and flatware. We picked at our suppers but I forced myself
to eat at least some of it and I insisted that Sharon eat as
well.

I cleaned up the kitchen after we ate and then I made us another
drink. We took our drinks into the living room and sat on the
couch. Sharon's clothes were still lying where I had dropped them
when I undressed her for our two visiting rapists after work
today. We glanced at them but tried not to think about what they
signified. 

I held her in my arms and after a long time she said, "That must
be what it's all about, what they did to us already. They don't
want money and they don't want classified information. They want
to humiliate us and rape us. It must be just a game to them."

I thought about what she said and while I didn't doubt for a
second that they were enjoying themselves I didn't think that was
the explanation for what they were doing to us. This had not been
a spur of the moment thing just for them to get their jollies.
They were organized and practiced and there were too many people
involved. I thought that there must be some sort of profit motive
involved in what they were doing. All of the nasty and degrading
possibilities that came to mind were too horrible to contemplate.
So I didn't mention my suspicions to Sharon.

I got up to make us another drink after our glasses had sat empty
for a half an hour or so. The alcohol did seem to be helping us
to cope a little better. I came back into the living room with
our drinks and after I handed Sharon her drink I went over to
take that DVD out of the player. 

As I was taking it out she said in a dull voice, "That DVD. Oh
god Mike. The DVD! You don't suppose...?"

Yes, that was one of the things that I did suppose. I feared that
that was exactly what they had in mind for us, or for her. I just
looked at her and she saw in my face that I was afraid she was
right. Last Saturday they had had two cameramen and two black men
on call and ready to make a movie and they had access to the
surveillance cameras in the club. Come to think of it, those
shots from the club were much to clear to be from surveillance
cameras. That club must be an important part of their plan. They
probably did this all of the time.

Sharon got up and turned on the television and put the DVD back
in the player. I stared at her in disbelief until I was finally
able to speak.

"What are you doing?!" I asked incredulously.

She turned to me and said, "This damn DVD is probably for sale.
It is probably already available on the internet and in some
nasty little porn shop somewhere. I need to see what they are
seeing."

"Are you sure Sharon?" I asked. "Can you really stand to watch
that again?"

She looked at me with a funny look on her face and said, "I had
better fucking get used to it, hadn't I? I can't spend the rest
of the time that I am in the clutches of these monsters crying
and whining and going into shock. I need to see it."

I went out to the kitchen and brought the bottle of whiskey and
the ginger ale in and put them on the table. I sat down and
Sharon sat beside me and I held her in my arms while we watched
the DVD again.

We didn't watch all of it. We skipped the parts with me and the
two black men and the part with Sharon and the dog.

Sharon shocked me when we got to the part where she was finishing
up her fourth oral rape and she said quietly, "Well, I wouldn't
want to do it again, but at least I learned how to be a good
cocksucker."

I am pretty certain that I have never heard her say that word
before! Her tone when she spoke was partly sarcastic, but I had
the impression that she actually meant it! I couldn't see her
face. She was sitting with her back to me, nestled in my arms. 
But it really sounded as if she was happy that she had learned
how to perform oral sex like a slut. 

I will admit that the blowjob she gave me last night was the best
that I have ever had. I enjoyed it immensely. But nothing was
worth what she went through that night, or this evening.

I decided to keep my mouth shut and stay out of trouble. I just
kissed the top of her head and sat there quietly as the DVD
played on.

When it was all over we went to bed and even after what we had
been through this evening she wanted to make love. I would have
thought that if anyone would have found that DVD even slightly
erotic it would have been me. Well, maybe not me, but some men
would get off on that kind of thing. I was finding it impossible
to believe that Sharon would get aroused by it. 

When she turned over in bed after the lights were out and started
kissing me and running her hands down my chest towards my penis I
was astounded.

We had gone to bed naked again. We didn't discuss it after last
night. We just did it without thinking. It turns out that we both
enjoyed the freedom of sleeping in the nude. 

As her hand moved purposefully down and began to gently tease my
twitching and growing sex organ I stopped kissing her and asked,
"Sharon, are you sure? I would have thought that you would never
want to be touched by a man again after what you have been
through."

My eyes had begun to adjust to the dark and I saw her shrug her
shoulders. Then she said quietly, "I don't understand it myself.
I do hate what they did to me, what they made both of us do. I
think I kind of have the feeling that I need to make sure that
you still love me and that you still want me after all of that."

I kissed her and said, "I told you Sharon, you never have to
wonder about that. I'm the one that has that fear. After you have
seen the things that they made me do, after I have failed totally
as a husband to protect you, and after you have seen how my cock
compares to all of those others I would think that you would feel
nothing for me now but something between distaste and disgust. I
certainly feel nothing but contempt for myself right now."

Sharon pushed me over onto my back and climbed up on top of me
and almost yelled, "Don't you ever say that! Don't talk like that
ever again! I adore you! You are the most loving, most
understanding, most perfect husband a woman could ever want. I
will always want you, always! This, this mess that we are in,
this is my fault. I brought those men down on us and maybe I
don't deserve everything that they are doing to me but if anyone
is responsible for it it's me! Of course you can't fight those
men. I don't expect you to. I didn't marry you because you
resembled Arnold Schwarzenegger. I married you because you were
kind and intelligent and understanding. I didn't want to tell you
this but I always thought that you were just a little bit more
evolved than most of the people that I know. You are the perfect
man. If you weren't you would have walked out on me after last
Saturday. Oh Michael, I am so sorry about all of this. Please
don't ever feel like you should do something. Those men are
vicious. They would hurt you and I couldn't stand that. We'll
find some way out of this. If we don't they'll get tired of me
eventually or if it gets too bad then we can start talking about
doing something drastic. But for now I just need you to love me.
Now god damn it, shut up and fuck me!"

I held her tight and hugged her and laughed. I kissed her and
said, "Jesus! You've certainly developed quite the potty mouth
lately! Okay bitch, I'll fuck you. But first I'm going to eat
that sweet cunt of yours."

We both laughed as I pushed her off of me. I leaned over her and
kissed her passionately and then I kissed my way down her sexy
little body. She had always been receptive to being made love to
this way, but I really got the feeling that she was feeling much
more abandon this time. She really seemed to be opening up after
what had happened to her. I found that very difficult to
understand. It had been my impression that women who became
victims of sexual assaults shut themselves off and became unable
to open up to their husbands or lovers. It seemed to be having
the opposite effect on her. I wasn't going to question it too
much though. She had obviously come a long way since Monday when
she was talking about seeing a counselor.

I kissed my way down to her little patch of soft blonde pubic
hair and nestled in between her legs. She was very wet. When I
kissed her mound she moaned in pleasure and not long after I
started to move my tongue inside of her and tease her with it she
grabbed my hair and held on and began to quietly mumble, "Oh yes
Mike. I love that. That feels so good. Oh fuck! Yes, that's it
baby, right there!" 

I couldn't believe it but she was about to have an orgasm. She
had never achieved orgasm this quickly before! I turned my
attention to her clit and she screamed right out loud and pulled
my hair until there was tears in my eyes. But I kept attacking
her clit, licking and sucking and nibbling at it lightly until
she screamed again and then pushed me away.

I lifted my head and blew softly on her pussy as she lay there
panting and gasping and slowly unclenching all of her muscles. It
was fascinating to watch. I couldn't help wondering if that DVD
had actually aroused her. Some of those, no, most of those rapes
had been very brutal. There had never been any indication that
she was turned on by that kind of thing. I didn't say anything,
but I was going to be watching her closely for a while. 

Sharon lifted my head and smiled down at me and said, "That was
the best ever Mike. God I love you! Thanks baby. How do you want
it? Would you like to fuck me or would you like me to suck your
cock?"

That was another thing that I was noticing. She had never used
the words fuck and cock in her life as far as I can tell. She was
using them now and it didn't even seem like she was aware of it.

I crawled up beside her and said, "If you aren't too tired I
would really like another one of those fantastic blowjobs."

She grinned and said, "My pleasure baby. Any time, any place, all
you have to do is ask. I love sucking your cock."

Cool! Well, I mean it was totally out of character for her, but
what man wouldn't like to hear that sentence come from his wife's
mouth?

After my initial, and I suppose typical male response, I found
myself worrying about the changes that Sharon was going through
because of the horrible things that were happening. I didn't
doubt for a second that I would continue to love her no matter
how she changed. But despite the exciting skills she was
developing I already missed my sweet, demure young wife. Her
newly developing language skills were so out of character for
her. I'm not sure how I feel about that change.

On the other hand, she was dealing with what seemed to me to be
an intolerable situation much better than I would have guessed
that she could. If she can get through this with her sanity and
the only side effect is this new vocabulary she is exhibiting
then that will be fine with me. 

My main concern is that we survive. I still cringe when I
remember how she was last Sunday. I was really afraid that she
wasn't going to come around after what had happened to us. But
after the abuse she had received this afternoon when we came home
from work and they made us watch that DVD while she was forced
once more to suck those two men off I think that she may have
reached some sort of mental compromise with herself. If that's
what it takes then it's fine with me.

That was about as far as I got on that train of thought before
Sharon had licked and kissed her way down my body to my crotch.
My mind went blank as her tongue moved over my balls and after
licking and kissing them for a few minutes she licked her way up
my cock. For just a second I felt a little self-conscious as I
thought about how I compared to those large cocks that she had
recently been introduced to. But that disturbing thought was
driven from my mind by the pleasure as her lips wrapped around my
hard shaft and slid all of the way down. She slid her lips down
slowly and the effect was incredible. It felt like my cock was
sinking into a soft, wet, warm vagina. 

Until last Saturday, Sharon would, with much less enthusiasm than
she exhibited now, take my cock into her mouth. But she never
took more than about two inches of it and it was always apparent
that it made her uncomfortable. I don't mean to say that she
purposefully made it less pleasant, less exciting than it could
have been. I still enjoyed those few minutes that she would hold
my cock in her mouth and move her lips up and down, carefully
avoiding touching me with her tongue any more than necessary.

Now though, her mouth engulfed my entire organ and she used her
tongue wantonly and moaned in pleasure. I never imagined that it
could be like this! This was incredible. And now I didn't have to
worry that I would lose control and ejaculate in her mouth. She
wanted me to! She was working hard to get me to cum in her mouth!
I may hate the situation we now found ourselves in, but damn! I
couldn't complain about this.

Until recently I used to pride myself on my ability to prolong
our lovemaking. Not so much oral sex, but intercourse. I was
always careful to make sex as pleasant for her as possible and I
always made sure that she had an orgasm when we had sex. 

But this new trick she had learned was more than I could stand. I
doubt if I lasted five minutes again this time. The sensations
she caused with her mouth were like nothing I had ever
experienced before. But I think what was even more exciting was
her new attitude about what she was doing. She honestly seemed to
be enjoying it as much as I did when I ate her pussy, and I loved
eating her pussy.

Just as I was about to fill her mouth with cum she reached under
me and pressed her finger against my anus. She didn't enter me,
but the pressure at that crucial time put me right over the edge.
No one had ever touched me there before, at least not until those
black men raped me last Saturday. However, unlike that evening,
this was incredibly exciting and as soon as her finger touched me
I totally lost control.

I opened my eyes after my orgasm passed and looked down to see
Sharon looking up at me and smiling with her mouth still holding
my cum. She swallowed slowly and then bent down and licked up a
last drop of cum from the end of my dick. Then she slid up my
body, caressing me with her breasts as she worked her way up and
then kissed me passionately.

I could taste my cum on her lips but for some reason it didn't
bother me at all. I suppose for the same reason that it no longer
bothered her. The things that we had been made to do lately had
inured me to that taste. I had the fleeting thought that it was
quite likely I would taste a lot more of it in the near future.
It was a good thing that I was getting used to it.

We cuddled up and went to sleep remarkably quickly considering
what was hanging over our heads tomorrow morning.

When I woke up the next morning Sharon was sitting up in bed. The
covers were down around her waist and she was naked from the
waist up. I watched her for a few minutes before she realized
that I was awake. She was sitting there staring at her hands
absently, not really seeing them. I wasn't sure if she was
sitting there worrying about what was going to happen to her
today or if she was trying hard to keep her mind blank and avoid
worrying about it.

She finally realized that I was awake and she gave me a nervous
smile and said, "Good morning."

I smiled back and reached out and held one of her hands and
squeezed it gently. I brought it to my lips and kissed it and
said, "I wish I could say something reassuring. I wish I could
protect you. I'm sorry Sharon. I guess I'm not much of a
husband."

She stopped smiling and in a loud, forceful voice she said, "If
you ever say that again I will slap you! We have already
discussed this. We are both victims in this and we both know that
it is my fault."

She slid back down in the bed beside me and put her arms around
my neck and said, "I don't expect you to reassure me or protect
me from those people. There is nothing that either of us can do.
Just hold me and promise me that when this is all over you will
still want to be with me."

I pulled her close and kissed her and I said, "You know that will
never change. I love you so much. I did right from the start. I
fell in love with you on our first date. You are so pretty and so
sexy and so smart. I don't have a clue why you chose me, but
you're trapped now. I'm not ever going to let you go."

She nestled her face in between my neck and my shoulder and in a
voice so small I almost couldn't hear her she said, "Not even if
you have to watch me with animals or any of the other terrible
things they might do to me? Oh god Mike! I'm so scared."

"I know baby," I responded. "I'm scared too. Not for me, I'm
scared for you. I can't tell you don't be scared or don't worry
or it will be okay. But I can promise you that you don't have to
worry about one thing. I will always love you. I will love you no
matter what they do to you or to me. That isn't ever going to
change."

We held each other tightly without speaking for a long time.
Finally I said, "We better go have some breakfast. We haven't
been eating much lately and I suspect that you will need your
strength."

She shook her head and said, "No honey. I can't eat. I just want
some coffee. Maybe a little valium on the side would be nice."

She was joking of course. She had to be held down and forced to
take a Tylenol when she was in pain. She hated to take pills. The
only pill she took without being coerced was her birth control
pill.

We got up and put our robes on and went out to the kitchen. I
tried to make coffee but she pushed me out of the way and said,
"I'll do that. I can't just sit there. Not now. Do you want
something to eat?"

I shook my head. I wasn't hungry either. I grabbed the cream and
sugar and put them on the table while she made coffee. I sat down
then and watched her move around the kitchen, making the coffee
and getting out a couple of cups. Her hands seemed reasonably
steady, but I could tell that she was scared.

We sat together at the kitchen table and we each had a couple of
cups of coffee. We didn't talk much. For the most part we just
stared at the hands of the clock that seemed to be moving so
damned quickly towards two o'clock. We did manage a light lunch
at about eleven-thirty.

At one o'clock we went and took a shower together. We took our
time and made it a romantic shower. There was a lot of touching
and kissing. Then we dried off and went into the bedroom. 

Sharon went into her closet while I was getting dressed and came
out with a strange look on her face. I stopped what I was doing
and looked at her and she asked, "What does a woman wear to a
rape Mike?"

If it wasn't so pitiful I might have laughed. I said, "Something
I don't like. That way it's no big deal if it's damaged."

She responded, "Okay, that makes sense. Go pick out something
that you don't like."

I went into her closet. I knew without even having to think about
it what I was going to pick. She had a matronly dress that I
absolutely hated. The dress was thick and plain and reached to
half way between her knees and her ankles. It looked like
something that my grandmother would wear. 

I brought it out and she smiled and said, "How did I know that
you were going to pick that one!"

I smiled and handed it to her and she asked, "What about
underwear?"

That took some thought. On the one hand, she didn't want to wear
any of her nice things. I thought about not wearing any but that
might be the wrong signal to send to those men. We decided on a
plain white bra and panty with no lace, no decorations at all.
They were both substantial and far too matronly for a very
attractive, twenty-three year old woman.

She dressed and put on a pair of flats and we went out to the
living room to wait. Rapists three and four returned right on
time. They came to the door and when I let them in they looked
Sharon over. When he saw what Sharon was wearing rapist number
four said, "You have to be kidding!"

Rapist number three chuckled and said, "No, that's okay. I think
that's perfect. I think the guys are gonna get a kick out of
it."

He told her to turn around and when she had he asked, "What are
you wearing under it?" 

Sharon described her underwear to him.

He grinned and said, "Show me."

She lifted the skirt and showed him her panties and then she
unbuttoned her dress and exposed her bra.

He chuckled again and said, "Perfect! Now, go back to your room
and take those shoes off and come back with your highest heels
on."

Sharon walked away, buttoning her dress back up as she went.
While she was gone I said, "She doesn't wear high heels. Her
highest ones are only about an inch."

Rapist number three said, "Then they will have to do. She will be
dressing a lot differently pretty soon anyway."

Sharon was back in two minutes with her highest heels. They were,
as I had guessed, one inch heels. 

When she returned to the room the men turned and went back
outside with us following behind. I locked the front door and
rapist three took my keys and handed them to rapist four without
a word. Then we followed them to their SUV.

They let us sit together in the back and we held hands and stared
out the window as we were driven through town and arrived at a
strip club on the other side of town. As we pulled up in front of
the place Sharon squeezed my hand so hard it hurt. Then she let
my hand go and held her fingers over her temples for a couple of
seconds.

It was still early and the club wasn't open yet. The parking lot
was almost empty. We parked by the door and I noticed that Sharon
stumbled briefly as we got out. Rapist four grabbed her and
steadied her for a second, then released her and Sharon and I
followed rapist number three inside with rapist number four
following behind.

It was dark and musty inside. There was an attractive young woman
on the stage practicing some kind of erotic dance. There was a
man on stage with her choreographing her dance. He was
instructing her in the most vulgar terms as she attempted to move
her body as he demanded. He sounded exasperated. I assumed that
the girl he was trying to instruct did not take to exotic dancing
easily.

I looked away and followed rapist three through the bar and into
an office in the back. The office was surprisingly large and
plush. The main room that we had just passed through was what you
might expect of an old, run-down strip club, though I had never
been in one and couldn't say for sure. The office, on the other
hand, was almost opulent by comparison.

Rapists one and two were in the office as we entered. Rapist one
was behind the desk, as if to confirm our suspicions that he was
the man in charge. There was a bank of video monitors behind him
and most of one wall was one way glass, permitting a view of the
entire main room of the strip joint.

We were led to a large leather sofa and pushed back onto it
roughly. The man behind the desk was watching us and grinning. 

He got up and came around his desk and leaned back against it and
looked down at us. He chuckled and said, "You sure are a snappy
dresser Sharon. I bet your underwear is just as sexy as your
dress, isn't it?"

Sharon's voice quivered slightly but she answered, "I was told
that I wouldn't be wearing my clothing for very long. I didn't
see any point in dressing well."

I heard rapist number two say, "She got you there Jeff."

The leader, Jeff, replied, "Yeah Chuck, but I can promise that
I'm going to get her in the end."

All four of them laughed at that.

He turned his attention back to Sharon and said, "I heard from
Ron and Gene that you remembered how to suck cocks the way we
taught you. That's good. I'm glad to see that you can be trained.
You are going to find that you have a lot to learn."

After a pause he said, "I suppose that you are wondering what is
going to happen to you."

He didn't wait for a response. He said, "Did you see that women
on stage when you came in? She and all the other women that work
here are all here for the same reason that you are. They don't
have any choice. I save a fortune on overhead that way. I get a
handful of pretty young women by the short and curlies like I did
you and your husband. They come in here and they work for free.
They serve drinks, they dance and put on shows, they give lap
dances and they put out and it's all pure profit."

"And when they aren't in here being nice to my customers," he
continued, "they are over at another place I own making little
movies for me. Nice, sexy movies like the one you made last
weekend."

He stared down at us with an arrogant, gloating look on his face
and then he said, "You are going to have a hard time of it for a
while Sharon. You're a pretty little thing. You are going to be
very popular, especially while you still have that hunted look in
your eyes. Men like that. It turns them on, especially in here.
This is a private club and our members are screened carefully. We
only accept new members when they are referred to us by a current
member and vouched for strongly. All of our members are aware of
the fact that the girls are working here against their will and
that they hate it. My customers wouldn't have it any other way."

"Oh, and besides working here and making movies we also have
little parties from time to time where you will have to
entertain. You know what I mean by entertain, right?"

Sharon's face was white. He had just confirmed all of our worst
fears. She shuddered and then she nodded her head. 

He saw her fear, it was obvious. I saw him staring at her face
and I couldn't help noticing that he was getting a hard on just
from looking at the fear she couldn't help showing. 

He ordered her to stand up and then he ordered me to stand up and
undress her. I got to my feet and my hands were shaking as I
started to turn her to face me. He stopped me and told me to
stand behind her and undress her.

I moved up behind her and I could see all four men watching in
amusement as once again I undressed my wife for the pleasure of
other men. It didn't take nearly long enough to remove the three
garments that she was wearing. When she was down to just her
shoes, Jeff picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.  When
someone answered he said, "She'll be coming out in a minute. Get
the camera ready." 

Then he hung up and said, "Sharon, there is a convenience store a
couple of doors down from here. I need a pack of gum. I want you
to go outside and turn to your left. Go down to that convenience
store and get me some gum."

Sharon stared at him in disbelief for a second and he suddenly
yelled, "Don't make me repeat myself bitch! Go!"

She turned to me and started to ask me for some money but he
suddenly slapped her hard on the butt and said, "Are you going or
do I need to call the dog handlers?"

She turned to face him and in a voice shaking with terror she
said, "I don't have any money!"

He laughed and said, "Then you better work something out when you
get there." He raised his hand as if to slap her and she cringed
and turned to leave. 

We all watched her rush out and we stared through the one way
glass as she rushed through the club wearing only her shoes. She
hesitated at the door that led outside. After a short pause I saw
her suddenly step outside and disappear. 

Jeff turned back to me. He said, "I suppose that you are
wondering what you are doing here. Well, first, it amuses me and
my customers to torment my playthings in front of their husbands.
That's why I always pick married women. You will be helping out
and co-starring in the movies when she is working at the studio.
And when she is working here at the club you will be on duty at
the door to her cubicle taking money from her clients and
watching her as she works the floor. I will have people watching
you to make sure that you keep watching."

I kept glancing nervously at the door, watching for Sharon to
return. It seemed to be taking a very long time.

Jeff chuckled and said, "You are probably wondering how long you
will be forced to be my toys. Well, that varies. It depends on
how much fun I am having fucking with you and of course how much
money you are making for me is an important factor. But to be
honest, I have lots of money now. I don't do this so much for the
money anymore as I do it because it turns me the fuck on to have
an attractive young yuppie couple to play with. I saw where you
were looking earlier. You saw me getting a hard on when I was
looking at the fear in your pretty little wife's face. When I am
done fucking around with you, when you begin to bore me, then you
will be able to go back to your boring little lives only a little
the worse for wear. If that's what you want."

He ordered me to go to the bar and get the four of them a drink.
No one asked for anything in particular so I assumed that the
bartender would know what they drank and I left without even
asking them what they wanted. 

I saw the guy behind the bar watching me approach start making
drinks. I stood at the bar waiting while he watched me with an
evil grin plastered on his face. He placed the drinks on a tray
but didn't hand it to me right away. He was a big guy. He looked
a lot like the stereotypical biker. He had tattoos all up and
down his arms and on his neck. His neck was nearly as big around
as my waist. 

He leaned towards me and said, "I love it when you pansies and
your wives come in on your first day. That's always the most fun.
I'm going to fuck her too you know. Every guy that works here is
going to fuck her, not just most of the customers. By the time
the boss gets tired of her ass she will probably have fucked a
couple of hundred men. Not just once either. They are going to
keep coming back in to fuck her again.  Hell, she's a looker. She
could end up fuckin' twice that many guys! She looked like she
had a tight cunt too. I could tell by the way she walked. I'm
really going to enjoy sticking my dick in her and fucking her in
front of you."

I didn't say anything. There wasn't anything that I could say. I
just waited until he placed the tray on the bar and as I was
walking away he said, "You have a pretty cute ass too. I just
might fuck you one of these days when I'm feeling real horny,
faggot!"

I shuddered in fear and revulsion and carefully carried the tray
back to the office. I went around and offered the tray to each of
the four rapists and they took their drinks and went back to the
conversation they were having when I walked in. It didn't seem to
have anything to do with me or Sharon so I just ignored them and
my mind tried to digest the things that Jeff had told me. It was
even worse than we had imagined. Maybe it was time to consider
some kind of drastic action after all.

Just then I saw movement and looked up to see Sharon come rushing
in the front door. She hesitated inside the door of the club and
then walked quickly back towards the office with her head down,
avoiding eye contact with anyone else in the room.

She came in through the office door and went to Jeff and handed
him a pack of gum. He looked at it and said, "This is the wrong
kind. I wanted..."

He saw the expression on Sharon's face and he broke out laughing
so hard that he couldn't finish his sentence. He and his three
accomplices laughed heartily for a long time before he said,
"Never mind. I suppose this will do."

Sharon sighed deeply and Jeff said, "How did it go?"

Sharon had studiously avoided looking at me since she got back
with the gum. She kept her head down and answered, "It was
humiliating. It was horrible, just like you knew it would be.
That's why you sent me out there, to humiliate me."

He smiled and said, "That's true, in a round-about way. I sent
you out there because humiliating you turns me the fuck on. Now
tell me what happened."

Sharon responded, "I went out and went down to the store you sent
me to. When I went in there were several men inside waiting in
line to pay for something or looking around. They saw me come in
and they all stared at me as I went and got in line. A man came
over and got in line behind me and started playing with my ass as
I waited my turn. I tried to bat his hand away but he kept
putting it back and finally I just gave up. The son of a bitch
played with my ass until it was my turn to be waited on."

She paused while the four men chuckled and then she continued.
"When I finally got up to the counter I discovered that the clerk
was a Muslim and he called me a bunch of dirty names and refused
to let me have a pack of gum. One of the men that was crowded
around me said, 'I'll get you a pack of gum little lady, for a
price.' I figured that was what you had in mind so I shook my
head. He bought a pack of gum and put it in his pocket and then
he grabbed my arm and led me out to his pickup truck. He climbed
into the cab of his truck and put his seat back and I had to
stand in the parking lot and lean in and suck his cock while he
squeezed my nipples as if he was trying to take them home with
him. While I was sucking him someone else came up behind me and
fucked me from behind. I don't know who. He finished fucking me
and left before I ever saw him. Then the guy in the truck came
and after I swallowed his cum he gave me the gum. Then he patted
my head and drove off laughing."

Jeff laughed and said, "I can't wait to see the film. Now get
down on your knees where you fucking belong, cunt!"

Sharon dropped to her knees in front of him and he unfastened his
belt and opened his pants and pulled his big cock out and waved
it around. Then he said, "Here girl!" as if calling a dog. 

Sharon moved closer and took his cock into her mouth. The
blowjobs that she had given me didn't keep her in practice for
swallowing that large organ of his, but she had gotten some
practice yesterday with rapists three and four, Ron and Gene, so
she didn't have too much trouble taking his big cock down her
throat. 

At least this time they weren't so rough on her. As she went
around to each of the four men in the room in the same order as
last time they just sat back and let her do all the work. It took
her about forty or fifty minutes to get them all off. 

Jeff waited until she was done, watching her nude body at work,
and then he said, "You two go out front now. I want you to go to
the bar and give the bartender, Danny, a shot at you. Then he'll
have one of the girls take you to your cubicle and tell you what
will be happening to you tonight. When you have that straight
then you can fill her in on our little conversation Mike. Go on,
get out."

I stood up and grabbed Sharon's clothes and we went out to the
bar. I saw a half dozen or more couples getting the tables ready
for the club to open. The women were all naked and they were all
very attractive. Some of them looked up when we entered the room
but looked away quickly.

Danny saw us coming and he got that evil smile back on his face.
He directed me to sit on a barstool and he lifted up a section of
the bar and pulled Sharon in behind the bar with him. He pulled
her to the section of the bar in front of me and bent her over
the bar. Her face was right in front of me. She finally looked up
at me with a look of desperation that tore my heart out. 

I heard the bartender dropping his pants and I saw Sharon jump as
his hands started roaming over her body. She jumped again and
grunted and I knew that he had entered her from behind. He
started fucking her slowly at first and all the while he was
staring me right in the face. As he fucked her he started
commenting on how much he liked her body and how hot and wet her
cunt was and how he couldn't wait until he had more time so that
he could plow her ass while I held her head in my arms and kissed
her. He explained that he wasn't much into foreplay so that would
be my job.

Then he said, "I'm really enjoying this faggot, but I have to get
back to work so why don't you go ahead and give your hot ass wife
a nice sexy kiss while I fill her cunt with cum."

I leaned town and Sharon turned her head up to kiss me. I saw
that her cheeks were wet with tears and it made me want to cry. I
thought that would just make it worse for her though, so I forced
myself to keep it under control. We kissed lightly on the lips at
first and then I felt her tongue come out and tease my lips. I
was surprised, but I met her tongue with my own and the kiss
became more passionate as the time passed. It was getting harder
to maintain mouth to mouth contact because the bartender was
fucking her violently now, but I reached up and held her head in
my hands gently and we kissed until he swore obscenely and forced
his cock into her several more times with incredible violence. 

He finally pulled his cock out of her and grabbed a handful of
her hair. He pulled her face down and I heard her sucking his
cock clean as he stood their smiling at me, enjoying the pain on
my face. He let her up finally and said, "You look jealous
faggot. Maybe next time I'll let you suck my cock clean after I
fuck your wife."

I probably disappointed him when I didn't react, because he
turned away immediately and looked around the room. I followed
his gaze and saw that there were now a dozen young women and
their husbands in the room. They were all studiously ignoring
what was happening at the bar. 

Danny yelled out, "Hey! Kelly! Come get this cunt and take her to
her room. Make sure you tell her the facts of life."

I didn't know what time it was now or what time this place
opened. I could see that it was almost in readiness though. The
chairs were all off the tables and everything was clean. The
women were going around lighting the candles on the tables. I
noticed that they all looked nervous and uncomfortable. Some of
them even looked fearful, including Kelly.

Kelly came over and said, "Come with me." Then she turned and
walked away. 

We followed her to the back of the large room. The back wall had
more than a dozen small doorways with a gauzy curtain hanging on
a rod for what little privacy that might provide. Kelly led us to
the first room, the one closest to the tables where the customers
would be sitting. We stepped inside and I saw a small cot which
took up most of the space in the cubi