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Bank Robber's Wife
By vulgus

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
Story codes: Blackmail, Rape, Incest, MMMF, Mf, Gang rape, IR

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

Do you know how to tell if things are about to get a lot worse in
your life? I do. It has been drummed into me over and over
lately. It's simple. You reach the point in your life that you
are sure is rock bottom. You are convinced that your life cannot
get any worse. That's when you find out how much life enjoys
kicking you when you are down.

We had been living from paycheck to paycheck and juggling the
bills just to keep our heads above water when the small
manufacturing plant where my husband worked went belly up. Thank
you China, thank you Wal-mart and all of those customers who shop
there. Yeah, I know. You need to save a buck. Fuck the economy!"

Now we are living on my minimum wage paycheck and that's just
barely putting food on the table. You try feeding a family of
four on the take home pay from a minimum wage job. The rent and
the utilities were being stubborn. I offered them the few dollars
that I could spare until my husband found work again but they
wouldn't settle for that. They weren't even polite about it
either. If I didn't have money then I must be a dead beat. With
them it was all or nothing.

We didn't have much but we pawned what little we had. It didn't
help much. Our two kids, fifteen year old Laura and fourteen year
old Phil were understanding. But still, it breaks your heart to
take away the few things that they have. It wasn't like they had
the toys and gadgets that most kids their age had. They didn't
have cell phones or IPods. They didn't have video games and TVs
in their rooms. The family had one nineteen inch color TV that
was probably ten years old and a portable CD player that we had
gotten at an after Christmas sale at the mall last year.

We pawned those and the small collection of CDs that the kids
had. We even tried to sell our twenty year old Chevy but it was
in such bad shape that not even a teenager would buy it.

I had been able to get some extra hours at my job and I was
working two eight hour shifts a day as often as they would let
me. That was usually two or three times a week. On the days that
I only worked on shift I would come home and cry as I fixed some
poor imitation of a meal to feed us.

I just knew that it couldn't get any worse than this. But sure
enough, I was at work the next day and life bitch-slapped me
again. The police came to my workplace and took me to the police
station. I spent the next several hours convincing them that I
had no idea that my husband was going to try to rob a bank.

The stupid son of a bitch had gone into a bank in the next town
and stood in line. When he got up to the teller he handed her
note demanding money and threatening to start shooting with the
gun that he didn't have in his pocket if she raised an alarm or
failed to give him enough money.

I know he was desperate but how dumb is that?!

As luck would have it the man behind my husband in the line was
an off duty cop. My stupid husband woke up on the floor of the
bank with a concussion and his hands cuffed behind his back.

Now, in addition to all of my other problems I had to deal with
lawyers, judges, cops, and worst of all Social Services.
Actually, although they were nasty people to deal with, once I
had convinced the people at Social Services that I wasn't a bad
person, just desperate and hanging on by a single fingernail they
helped out a little. They gave me some food stamps and helped me
sign up for assistance with my rent and utilities. 

I wasn't out of the woods but the trees weren't on fire anymore,
at least not for the next few days.

Now I had to figure out how to tell the kids that their father
was in jail and was most likely going to stay there for the
foreseeable future.

Shakespeare could not have written a more tragic story than the
one that I lived through from that moment on. 

My husband was denied bail. Any other man in the country would
have been granted bail under similar circumstances. But not him.
I guess it didn't matter. I had no money to put up for bail
anyway. Unless his bail had been set at a toaster and a
collection of old, chipped dinnerware he was staying where they
put him.

I met his public defender at the arraignment and he was almost a
caricature of a public defender drawn from every horror story
that you had ever heard about them. He was not fresh out of law
school. He was an older man in a frayed, frumpy suit who reeked
of alcohol. Whenever he was asked a question about the law he
always answered, "I'll have to check on that and get back to
you." I just barely graduated from high school but I'm certain
that I knew more about the law than he did. 

It didn't matter that he was so bad though. Because we never saw
him again until the day of the trial and he only stayed long
enough to explain to my husband the deal that the DA had just
offered him. It wasn't much of a deal. My husband would agree to
plead guilty and in exchange he would receive almost the maximum
sentence. But then, it wasn't like they didn't have an open and
shut case. They just wanted to speed things up a little bit.

That was it. He got eight years in a federal prison. When the
sentence was announced I fainted. When I came to my senses again
he was gone. I was carried out of the courtroom by two cops and
deposited on a bench out in the hallway. I sat there for hours
thinking that now I had truly reached rock bottom. 

I should have known that life was about to bitch-slap me again.
That had become what my life was all about. But it wasn't just
going to be one slap. It was going to be a long series of lefts
and rights and I was going to be beaten down until my mind was
numb and I was willing to do anything just to survive.

I would sink so low, I would do things, or simply permit things
to be done that even I couldn't believe. I don't think much of
myself now. I don't know what else I could have done. But I am
having a problem living with what I have done. I can't face my
kids. I can't stand to look at myself in the mirror. I can't see
how this can end well.

From the time that Mike was arrested it was just one thing after
another. It took me most of the evening to convince the police
that I had no idea what a boneheaded stunt he was going to pull.


I missed two days of work right off the bat and I had to convince
my boss not to fire me.

I had to deal with the kids. This hit them just as hard as it did
me. 

I convinced my slimy landlord to hold off on evicting me until I
got the assistance that Social Services had promised. I got the
utilities to hold off on shutting everything off. But those were
only two of my problems.

Now there was no hope of Mike getting a job and helping me out
with the expenses. I would have liked to have been able to move
to a cheaper place but I couldn't come up with a deposit and
first and last month's rent and to find a cheaper place my only
option would be to move into a worse part of town. And we were
almost at the bottom now. Moving to a cheaper place would mean
moving into gang territory. We were on the borderline now. They
were starting to expand into this area and it was scary as hell.
Summer vacation had started and I didn't dare let the kids go
outside alone. They were trapped in the house with no television
and no radio. Their father probably had a better life in prison!

The old car that we had was impounded at the scene of the robbery
attempt. I could have gotten it back after the cops were finished
tearing it up but it would have cost more to pay the impound fees
than the car cost. So I let the insurance expire since I couldn't
afford to pay it anyway. That left only two ways of getting
around. I could walk or take the bus.

Mike was having a hard time of it in jail. He was getting beat up
a lot and he said the guards were ignoring it. He said that there
were a lot of black gangs where he was and they were always
beating guys half to death or even killing them. And if that
wasn't bad enough they were also raping them and turning them
into male prostitutes and selling them to other prisoners and
even some of the guards. Mike was terrified and kept telling me
that I needed to bring him cartons of cigarettes to give them to
pay them off.

First of all, have you seen what a carton of cigarettes costs
these days?! I am just barely feeding my children now! I can't
afford to buy him cigarettes. But even if I could, I have to take
a day off of work to go see him. I don't get paid days off and my
job is hanging by a thread now. Between missing work to deal with
what he did and just having to make my boss understand that being
married to a bank robber doesn't make me a criminal I was
terrified that I was about to lose my job. 

I had been looking for another job. Any kind of job. But it seems
that my only other option was becoming a stripper and I sure as
hell couldn't do that! I suppose that I still have the body for
it, especially now that I have lost ten pounds dealing with
everything since Mike lost his job. I hadn't been overweight to
start with. At thirty-two I suppose I was a little old to be a
stripper. But I bet I could get the job. I'm 5'2" and weigh a
hundred and two pounds now. I have long blonde hair which I wear
up in a bun when I leave the house and my boobs are supported in
a C cup bra which they do not really need. They stick straight
out from chest without the first sign of a droop. There is no way
to look at my body and know that I have given birth to two
children either. My skin is soft and toned with no stretch marks
and my breasts don't look any different than they did when I was
eighteen.

But it didn't matter how good my body was. The only men that had
ever seen me naked were my husband and my doctors. That was the
way it was going to stay.

Or at least that was what I thought until I went to work on
Friday. I clocked in and went to work. I had been working a split
shift that day. I worked the day shift and four hours on the
evening shift. When my twelve hour shift was over I went to clock
out. My timecard was gone. In its place was a note telling me to
see the supervisor.

I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach before I even
read the note. Any time that your timecard wasn't in the slot at
the end of the day, that was a bad sign.

The few other people around me who had also been working a twelve
hour shift that night saw the note and I saw the looks on their
faces. It made things so much worse that what I saw wasn't
sympathy or well wishes. Their expressions said, "Thank god! It
isn't me!" or, "Serves the bitch right. Her husband's a bank
robber." It wasn't very reassuring.

I fought back the tears and walked slowly down the long, dark
hallway to the supervisor's office. I knocked quietly and he
called out, "Who?"

I cleared my throat and answered, "It's me sir, Haley Roberts."

There was an uncomfortably long pause and then he said, "Come in
and shut the door."

I opened the door and thought, "Oh god! It's worse than I
thought!" 

Besides the evening shift supervisor the plant manager was there.
The people in management treated us all like dirt. But I had
never been in a room with the plant manager before. I had never
heard of him being here at the plant this late in the day or
sitting in when a supervisor called an employee in. Not even when
someone was getting fired. So I knew that I was in big trouble.

I stood just inside the door with my knees shaking and a feeling
of terror in the pit of my stomach that was all but out of
control. The only possible explanation for this was that I was
about to lose my job. If that happened I lost my kids, my
apartment, I lost everything. There was no one and nothing to
fall back on. No family, no friends, no savings, only
homelessness and Social Services taking the kids. I didn't even
have a car that I could live in any longer.

What made it even worse in my mind was the idea that I hadn't
done anything wrong. I had broken no laws. I had worked my ass
off and gone out of my way to do more than my job, especially
lately when they were really down on me and watching me so
closely. I knew that they just wanted an excuse to get rid of me
and it was so unfair. I worked so damned hard.

My supervisor, Mr. Rossi, gave me an annoyed look as if I was a
constant pain in the ass. He pointed to a spot in front of his
desk and then picked up a paper and read it. I recognized it. It
was the paper that I had turned in explaining that I was
requesting to be allowed one Saturday off a month to visit my
husband and asking, or actually more like begging to be allowed
to work extra hours or an extra shift to make up for it.

I needed the time off but I couldn't afford to miss work and make
even less money than I was now.

I moved over in front of the desk and as I stood there silently
waiting for him to speak I could see Mr. Rove, the plant manager
staring at me from his chair a few feet to my side. I might have
been wrong but I would swear that it looked like he was enjoying
this.

They made me wait a long time before Mr. Rossi dropped my note on
his desk and finally looked up at me. He leaned back in his chair
and said, "You have really been a big disappointment to us
Roberts. We took a chance hiring you. You swore that you would be
a good worker. Out of the kindness of our hearts, even though we
didn't think that you were the right person for the job, we gave
you a shot. I'm really disappointed in you. You have turned into
a first class slacker. It seems like all you can think about is
time off. And as if that isn't bad enough, now you want me to
rearrange everyone's schedule to satisfy you."

He shook his head in disgust and said, "Pretty damned arrogant if
you ask me!"

I shook my head and said, "Oh no! Please, I can explain!"

He yelled, "I didn't say you could talk! I'm talking! Don't you
dare interrupt me!"

I put my head down and tears of despair were running down my
cheeks.

He yelled again, "Look at me Roberts! Don't stand there and
ignore me! I can't believe I never realized how arrogant you are
before. Are you too good to look at me now?"

I looked up but my eyes were full of tears and I only saw a blur.
I whispered, "No sir, I'm sorry sir."

He was quiet for a few minutes and finally he said, "I would have
thought that someone in your position would have tried harder. I
guess that I'm going to have to let you go. I can't have..."

He stopped speaking when my legs collapsed and I fell to my
knees. I covered my face and cried, too afraid even to beg.

He watched me for a couple of minutes and impatiently exclaimed,
"Get up god damn it! This isn't high school and I'm not your
drama coach. Your life may have turned into a damned soap opera
but I don't have time for that crap."

I struggled to my feet and finally I had no choice. As scared as
I was I had to beg. I wiped the tears from my eyes and pleaded,
"Please Mr. Rossi, tear up the note. I don't need to visit my
husband. I'm sorry. I guess I just wasn't thinking. There have
been so many problems lately that I just get confused. Please
sir. I have to have this job. Please don't fire me. I'll do
anything to keep my job."

It wasn't until much later that I came to realize that those were
the words that he was waiting to hear. My eyes had filled up with
tears again and I couldn't see his face. My definition of
"anything" and his were totally different. I was about to learn
that the hard way.

I had stopped my pleading. There wasn't anything more that I
could say. I didn't have much hope that he would take pity on me
and give me another chance. I was just waiting for him to say
that I was fired and tell me to get out of his office.

But the words didn't come. I don't know if time was passing in
slow motion or if he was just taking a long time to think it
over. I wiped the tears from my eyes and I saw him turn to Mr.
Rove and smile.

I had begun to hope when he didn't immediately send me away. And
at first, when he started talking again I didn't realize what he
was leading up to. I just heard a carrot being dangled in front
of me and I wanted desperately to grab it.

He said, "I'm not sure I believe that. Are you sure about that
Roberts? If you meant that, I might be able to see my way clear
to giving you another chance."

My heart leapt into my throat and I nodded my head violently. I
cried out, "Yes sir! I promise! I need this job so desperately."

Any other dumb broad in the world would probably have seen where
this was going. But not me! I had guys make passes at me all the
time and I just ignored them. But I had never been placed in a
position that even slightly resembled the position I was in now.
I had never had someone that I work for say the things that Mr.
Rossi was about to say. I almost fell to the floor again when he
said, "I think that before we continue this discussion you should
get undressed Roberts. I might be able to let you stay on. But
you are going to have to audition for the job."

My jaw dropped open and I stared at Mr. Rossi in total disbelief.
I turned and looked at Mr. Rove. They both had the same smug,
arrogant expressions on their faces. They didn't care about me at
all. All they cared about was that I was in an impossible
situation and they saw it as an opportunity to use me for their
amusement.

I turned back to Mr. Rossi and started to beg again. "Oh please
Mr. Rossi! I'm not like that! I couldn't. I'm a married woman. I
have kids. I have only been with my husband. Oh god. Mr. Rossi
I'm a good girl."

He let me plead for a minute but I saw in his cold, cruel eyes
that he was only allowing me continue because I was amusing him.

He finally said, "I don't mind your pleading, Roberts. In fact,
it's giving me a hard on. But I want to see some skin. Either
start taking off your clothes or get the hell out. I'll have the
disbursing clerk mail you your last check. Of course that will
probably take a month to process. But that's not my problem. So
go ahead and beg if you want. But start getting undressed while
you do it or get out of my office and don't come back. And I
don't recommend that you use me for a reference when you start
looking for a new job. You know how unhappy I am with your job
performance."

I stared in disbelief at Mr. Rossi for a long time and finally he
just said, "Get out."

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't possibly do what he demanded
of me. I had never undressed in front of any man but Mike. Even
if I wanted to I didn't think I could make myself do it.

I looked down at the floor and turned towards the door. It was
only six feet away but it seemed like a mile. I put my hand on
the door knob and turned it. 

Before I opened the door Mr. Rossi said, "Once you step through
that door the deal is off the table. I'm all you've got Roberts.
You may hate this. But think about the alternative. Do you really
want to be homeless and have the state take your kids away?"

I didn't turn around. I just whispered, "No sir."

I paused and then I said, "I just can't sir. I know that I
couldn't do what you want. Even if I wanted to I couldn't."

There was a pause and he asked, "Would it be easier for you if I
undressed you?"

I shuddered in revulsion at the very idea. But I hadn't left. I
was still standing in his office. It isn't like I was hoping for
a reprieve. I knew that wasn't going to happen. Did that mean
that I was actually considering his offer?!

I might be slow but I wasn't stupid. I understood that the point
of their demand was not that they wanted me to be undressed. Once
I unbuttoned the first button on my top I knew that it would be
taken as consenting to sex.

And there were two of them! It would have been impossible with
just Mr. Rossi. But with Mr. Rove too! 

My mind was spinning out of control. I couldn't do what they
demanded of me. Yet if I walked through that door now I would
lose what little I had left in my life. And I would lose my kids.
My children meant everything to me. But could I do what I would
have to do to keep them?

I turned back to Mr. Rossi and started to speak. Nothing came out
and I cleared my throat and tried again. In a very shaky voice I
asked, "Just this once? If I do this it will be just this once,
right?"

Mr. Rossi smiled and said, "What did I tell you Roberts? I said
that you were auditioning for a job. This new job is going to
require a different set of skills but we are willing to give you
some time for on-the-job training. You will still have to do your
other job of course. But there will be some additional duties."

I took my hand away from the door knob and leaned my forehead
against the door. I was crying quietly and I sobbed, "I have to
think. I can't think."

Mr. Rossi said, "That's okay Roberts. I understand that this is
hard for you. But I don't see where you have a choice. You aren't
the smartest bitch I've got working for me but you manage to
dress yourself and find your way home every night. You should be
able to work this out without too much trouble. Now make up your
fucking mind god damn it!"

I stepped away from the door but I didn't turn back around. With
tears running down my cheeks I reached for the top button on my
blouse and with shaking fingers I began to fumble with it. He was
right. I didn't have a choice. I just had to keep telling myself
that I was doing this for my kids.

I got the first button out of the button hole and started
struggling with the second. I jumped when Mr. Rossi exploded at
me, "Turn around stupid! What the hell do you think is the point
of having you undress in front of us? We want to watch for
Christ's sake! And get back over here in front of my desk where I
told you to stand. I can see where it is going to take a lot of
effort to train your dumb ass."

I turned around. But I kept my eyes on the floor. I couldn't
stand to see their faces. It had been almost impossible to
unbutton my top when I was standing with my back to them. It was
so much worse now. I could feel them staring at me and I might be
nearly as dumb as they said I was but I knew how much they were
enjoying my discomfort.

It took me a long time to unbutton the first three buttons but my
mind kind of went blank by the time I reached the lower buttons.
My hands were still shaking but my fingers were working on
automatic by the time I pulled my blouse out of my slacks and
unfastened the last two buttons.

I hesitated again. I was wearing a modest, even somewhat matronly
bra. It covered more than my bathing suit top did. But still, the
idea that I was undressing in front of these two men was
impossible to deal with. My brain was screaming at me, demanding
that I stop what I was doing and run as fast as I could. I wanted
to. I wanted that more than anything in the world. But I stood
there, shaking like a leaf and telling myself over and over, "I'm
doing this for my children."

I knew that I was delaying the inevitable. I kept expecting Mr.
Rossi to yell at me. But I saw the look on his face and I
realized that he was enjoying my inner turmoil nearly as much as
he was going to enjoy my nudity, and the sexual abuse that would
surely follow my becoming nude.

How could I possibly have sex with these two horrible men? How
could I look Mike in the eye if I let this happen? But my blouse
was unbuttoned now because I had been unable to find an
alternative. My mind was darting around helplessly, desperate for
some way out of this. The realization that there was no other
choice, or rather there was no choice at all.

I was so scared that I was afraid I was going to be sick. But the
fact that I had already unbuttoned my blouse was proof enough
that I had already given in to their blackmail. I felt the air on
my upper body as I lowered my blouse and let it slide off of my
arms. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life. And it had just
begun. I held my blouse in my hand for a moment. I didn't know
where to put it. The only piece of furniture near me was Mr.
Rossi's desk. 

I tentatively reached out to place my blouse on his desk. I saw
the look on his face and knew that would be a mistake. Finally I
dropped it on the dirty floor beside me.

I could more easily ignore Mr. Rove. He was just a dark presence
off to the side, nearly out of my field of view. But Mr. Rossi
was right in front of me and I couldn't help but see how much he
was enjoying my anguish. 

I could feel Mr. Rossi's eyes on me just as surely as if he were
reaching out with his sweaty hands and touching me. But it was
about to get worse. It was bad enough, baring my full coverage,
sensible, conservative bra which was only embarrassing because it
was underwear. Now I was going to have to remove my pants. My
panties were much more revealing. I was wearing a pair of plain,
nylon briefs. I had a couple of sexy panties that I wore for Mike
on special occasions. Except for those, all of my panties were
plain, unsexy, nylon briefs. But even so, they were much more
revealing than anything I had ever worn in front of anyone but my
husband. 

I was terrified as my shaking fingers moved to my waist and
struggled with the button there. It popped free much too easily.
I slowly eased my zipper down and my loose pants fell open. I
slipped my tennis shoes off and slid my pants down my legs. As I
did I had the fleeting feeling of relief that I had recently
removed the hair from them. But as soon as that thought darted
through my mind I hated myself for it. Why the hell should I care
if they didn't like my legs!

The blood was rushing through my brain and I could hear my heart
beating. I pushed my pants down to my ankles. I stood up and
pulled my feet free and pushed them over near my blouse with my
foot. 

I was struck by the silence in the room. I could hear the faint
hum of machinery coming from the work floor. I knew that there
were people out there working hard, going about their normal
lives. 

But in here, in this dark little office there were only these two
horrible men and me. And I was totally helpless. I thought about
what I was going to have to do next, bare my breasts to these
animals. But I also thought about my kids and I knew that they
would be worried about me when I was late getting home. I
realized that I was going to have to get this over with as
quickly as possible. 

I reached behind my back and struggled with the clasp to my bra.
I took a deep breath and released the straps. I stared at the
wall over Mr. Rossi's head and let the straps slide off of my
shoulder and the cups come away from my breasts.

I heard his sharp intake of breath when he saw them. He said to
Mr. Rove, "I'll be damned! Not bad! I knew she was hot but I
figured a broad her age with two kids would look more like my
wife. This bitch looks like a fucking teenager! This is some
first class cunt we have here!"

I cringed in horror at his crude comments. Mr. Rove didn't
respond. He had yet to say a word. But I felt his eyes as he
stared at my body and I could feel the lust that these men were
exuding. I was theirs. I had surrendered to them to use as they
wished and the power that they had over me now was just about
absolute. That absolute power was like an aphrodisiac to them, as
if they needed one.

I dropped my bra on the floor. Even though I had become concerned
with the time and wanted to get this over with I had a very hard
time bringing myself to remove my last article of clothing. 

I told myself over and over, "Get this over with!" But that
didn't make it any easier.

At last I eased my panty down over my hips and pushed it down to
my knees. It fell to the floor and I kicked it over to the small
pile of clothing I had built nearby. I left my ankle socks on and
they didn't say anything about them.

I stood before them naked now. My hands were crossed in front of
my sex and I wanted to yell at them now that I was naked to hurry
up and get it over with so that I could go home and cry my eyes
out and wallow in self pity. I thought I had every right to that
one luxury.

Mr. Rove spoke for the first time since I entered the office. In
a low but commanding voice he said, "Put your hands down and come
over here. I want to look at you."

I let my arms fall to my sides and I turned to face him. He was
totally in control here and it showed in his face. I shuffled
across the space that separated us. It wasn't that far. I stopped
when I was almost touching his knees.

He stared at my naked body for a long moment and then he reached
out and cupped my left breast. I almost pulled away, but I caught
myself in time. 

I reminded myself that I just needed to get this over with. I had
already given myself to these dirty old men. I knew it. They knew
it. It was all over but the rape.

Mr. Rove's hand released my breast and as his other hand reached
around and cupped the cheek of my ass he slid his hand down my
stomach to my pussy. He moved his finger over my slit and said,
"Spread your legs cunt. I want to check out this sweet little
pussy and see if it's as tight as it looks."

I felt a wave of nausea wash over me but I eased my legs apart.
He tried to work his finger into my opening but I was so dry that
he was having trouble. He pulled his finger away and forced it
into my mouth. He said, "You're dry as a bone bitch. We're going
to have to prime the pump a little before I can fuck you. I don't
want to scrape the skin off of my dick when I shove it in
there."

I gagged as his finger entered my mouth. His finger wasn't all
that clean but I think it was mostly nerves that made me gag. 

He smiled and said, "You're going to have a hard time sucking our
cocks if you can't suck my finger any better than that."

I was no longer crying quietly. I was sobbing openly and the
tears were running down my face and raining down on my exposed
tits. What made this so much harder was that I knew they were
getting a kick out of that. My damsel in distress act was only
empowering them all the more. When I thought about it later I
realized that if I had been stronger, if I had just let them do
what they wanted to do as if it were just another chore that I
had to perform, they would have enjoyed it far less. If I had
removed my clothing quietly and calmly and let them have their
way they would not have had anywhere near as much fun as they
were having now.

Mr. Rove pulled his finger out of my mouth and once more worked
it into my dry pussy. He was more successful this time but as he
worked his finger around and teased my clit with this thumb he
must have been disappointed. I was not aroused in the least. I
felt only humiliation and terror. At no time did my pussy begin
to lubricate. 

After a couple of long minutes of suffering his crude touch he
said, "I guess you just aren't going to get into this are you
bitch? That's too bad. I guess you'll have to get my cock nice
and wet. We wouldn't want to damage that tight little cunt."

He stood up and opened his pants and started pushing them down. I
had stepped back to give him room. When I did I noticed Mr. Rossi
off to my side taking pictures with a small digital camera. 

I screamed and covered myself with my arms. I cried out, "Stop
that! You can't do that! Please Mr. Rossi, stop taking my
picture!"

But he didn't stop. Instead, Mr. Rove reached out and slapped my
face. In a firm voice he said, "You are just a cunt, Roberts. You
don't say no, you don't give orders. You do what you are told.
Now put your fucking arms down before I hurt you."

I slowly lowered my arms and he began taking pictures again. I
think it was at that moment that I realized that I was broken.
After that I did everything that I was told. Everything that
happened from that moment on was a foregone conclusion anyway. In
a very short time I had allowed them to beat me down and
demoralize me. But the groundwork had been laid by the things
that had already happened to me. I was already dangling at the
end of my rope when they called me into the office this evening.
They must have known before I came in that I was going to submit
to them.

Mr. Rove pushed his pants down to his calves and sat back down.
He forced me to my knees and said, "Okay bitch. Time for a little
foreplay. Let's see if you are any good with that mouth of yours.
Come on bitch. Show me how much you like my cock."

I leaned over and took his already hard cock into my mouth. As I
started sucking it I saw Mr. Rossi coming closer to get some
close-ups of me sucking his partner in crime's cock. 

I didn't mind sucking cock. I actually thought it was a pretty
sexy thing to do and I did it often for my husband. But I had
only done it for my husband and only out of love. This was all
about degrading me, using me. 

I started out slowly but then I remembered that I had to get this
over with. My kids would be worried and probably holding supper
for me. Walking from the bus stop to my apartment was always a
dangerous thing to do, but even more so after dark.

 I started to work at it. I took most of his cock into my mouth
and sucked it as enthusiastically as I could. 

While I was doing that, Mr. Rossi moved around behind me and
started distracting me with instructions. He ordered me to spread
my legs farther apart. The digital camera was silent. There was
sound of a shutter clicking. But I knew that he was taking my
picture from behind. He ordered me to reach down and play with my
pussy and then to spread it open. 

There was a short pause while he took more pictures and then he
ordered me to reach back with both hands and spread my ass open
for him. 

I had been supporting my weight by resting my arms on Mr. Rove's
thigh while I sucked his cock. When I reached back I lost my
balance and his cock slipped into the back of my throat and I
started gagging. I tried to obey Mr. Rossi and still defend
myself from the cock in my mouth. Mr. Rove, however, liked the
feeling of having most of his cock in my mouth and his hands
reached out and grasped the sides of my head while Mr. Rossi
photographed me in these humiliating poses. 

I stayed like that as long as I could but finally I brought my
arms back around and rested them on Mr. Rove's thighs again. I
gasped for breath and I tried to pull my head back up. Before I
could he groaned in pleasure and pulled my face down over his
cock violently. 

I think that the three of us were equally surprised when his cock
slid down into my throat. Mr. Rossi got a few pictures but I
started struggling to free myself. 

I finally pulled back and gasped for air but as soon as I had
recovered slightly he pulled me down again. He repeated the
process several more times and then he slapped my face again. 

I stopped struggling and he said, "I want you to do that from now
on. It's all part of being a good cocksucker. You want to be a
good cocksucker don't you bitch? I'm going to turn your head
loose now and I want you to show me that you can do it on your
own. Once you've proved it to me we can go ahead and fuck. I'm
not going to feed you my cum this time. Maybe later. But I want
to see that you are learning. Remember, this is your audition.
You have to try really hard to get this job."

He took his hands away and I took a deep breath and steeled
myself for what I knew that I had to do. I forced my lips down
his shaft and I think I surprised myself more than I surprised
them when his cock slipped into my throat again. I repeated it
several times but as I degraded myself this way my brain was
focusing on what he had said. There was going to be a next time.
It wouldn't be over after he had fucked me. 

I had realized it of course. I knew that I was not just going to
get fucked one time and then it would be over. And they had
already said that it was not going to be just one time. But
hearing it, knowing it, how could I deal with this? These men
could now rape me anytime that they wanted to. And I didn't doubt
that they would want to rape me often. 

Mr. Rove was satisfied that I could take his cock into my throat
on my own and he pushed my head away. He ordered me to my feet
and he stood up. He slipped his shoes off and pulled his legs
free of his pants and then he grabbed my nipple between his thumb
and forefinger and pulled me over to Mr. Rossi's desk. He turned
me around and sat me up on the desk and ordered me to cup my
breasts and offer them to him. 

I obeyed and Mr. Rossi got a few more humiliating pictures. I was
ordered to lie back then and place my heels on the edge of the
desk and spread my legs as wide as I could. More pictures were
taken and then I was ordered to hold my pussy open and smile for
the camera.

I spread my pussy for the camera but I was crying loudly now and
a smile was out of the question. I suspect that he was being
sarcastic anyway.

I was still holding myself open when Mr. Rove stepped between my
legs and I felt the head of his cock being pushed between my
fingers and into my pussy. This was the last straw. A man who was
not my husband, a rapist, was about to enter my most private
place with his cock. He was going to rape me. He was going to
shoot his cum inside of my body. And Mr. Rossi was continuing to
memorialize the event with his digital camera.

I felt like something inside me died when his cock entered me. It
had been building up to this moment since I entered the office
this evening. I knew that this horrible thing was coming almost
from the very beginning. That didn't make it any less traumatic
when it actually happened. 

I took my hand away from my pussy and covered my face. I moaned
in utter revulsion as his dick, wet still with my saliva, entered
me. Saliva is not a very good lubricant and it was painful as he
forced his cock into me. But the physical pain couldn't compare
to the mental anguish I felt.

I lay on my back on the desk. Mr. Rossi was still taking pictures
as his boss fucked me violently. I stared at the ceiling and
prayed that it wouldn't last much longer. My traitorous pussy had
begun to lubricate and the physical pain started to wane. But the
mental pain just kept building.

Several times Mr. Rossi put that fucking camera right in my face
and captured my anguish. They were both turned on by how much I
hated this.

Mr. Rove finally reached out and grabbed one of my tits in each
hand. He squeezed them until I cried out in pain and then he
froze over me and I knew that he was cumming inside of me.

I had been expecting it but having it happen, having to live
through it; it was almost more than my mind could accept. I
whispered, "Oh god no. Please let me wake up from this
nightmare."

Mr. Rove laughed and said, "This isn't a nightmare Roberts. This
is a fucking wet dream."

He finally pulled his soft, slimy cock out of me and I looked
down to see Mr. Rossi hand him the camera. When his hands were
free he stepped forward and shoved his already exposed, already
hard cock into me as soon as Mr. Rove was out of the way.

I grunted in renewed pain as he attacked me with his cock. I
don't know why they felt the need to be so violent. I had already
surrendered to them. Were they punishing me for something? Were
they trying to make it clear to me that they owned me now? Or did
they just enjoy hurting me?

Mr. Rove circled around us getting more of those humiliating
pictures for several minutes. Then he put the camera down and
approached the other side of the desk. He turned my face and
twisted my neck and when I cried out he stuffed his slimy cock
back into my mouth.

My mind finally couldn't take anymore. I remember everything that
happened after that. But while it was happening it was like it
was happening to someone else. The pain disappeared and the
anguish receded and it was almost like I was standing in the
corner watching these two men rape me.

It seemed to last a long time but it probably was only a few more
minutes before Mr. Rossi desecrated my body with his slimy spend
and came to a stop.

We, all three of us, stayed like that for a couple of minutes. No
one spoke or moved. Then Mr. Rossi pulled his cock out of me and
Mr. Rove picked the camera up and took more pictures as I was
forced to clean another slimy cock with my mouth.

They made a few nasty comments about me and Mr. Rossi started
getting dressed. I just remained in place, waiting for the next
order.

Mr. Rossi left the office and was gone for fifteen or twenty
minutes. I guess he was checking on the workroom floor, putting
in an appearance.

While he was gone, Mr. Rove returned to his seat on the side of
the room. He ordered me to get up and stand in front of him. I
obeyed, struggling to sit up and ignore the pain in my abused
body.

When I was standing where he wanted me he slapped my thigh and I
spread my legs open for him. He stared at my freshly fucked pussy
and said, "You have a lovely cunt Roberts. I am really going to
enjoy our new working relationship. Now, get down there and let's
see how long it takes you to get me hard and suck some more cum
out of my old balls. It's been a long time since I came twice in
one night. But I'm pretty sure a sexy little thing like you can
make it happen."

I took is cock back in my mouth and sucked him had hard as I
could. I thought that he was never going to get hard. Mr. Rossi
came back in the room and sat as his desk and watched. I was sure
that the younger and more fit Mr. Rossi would want another turn
too. I didn't know how I could manage it. I had already been
exhausted after another long day at work. Now I was being pushed
far beyond exhaustion. My throat was killing me and my body was
sore from this unnatural position I was forced to assume. I just
wanted to go home to my kids.

Mr. Rove finally achieved erection and I started taking the last
couple inches of his cock into my throat again. I teased his
wrinkled balls with my finger tips. I tried everything that I
could think of to get him to cum. 

Finally I think he came. To be honest I wasn't sure. His body
shuddered and there was just a hint of a bitter fluid on my
tongue and then he stopped me and ordered me to hold his cock in
my mouth until he was soft.

He left me like that for a good then minutes before he pushed me
away. He stood up and pulled his clothes back on. Then the
whistle blew and I was startled to realize that it was midnight.

Mr. Rossi went out to watch everyone punch out and then check the
workroom floor. While he was gone, Mr. Rove forced me to pose for
more degrading pictures. They were really juvenile and
humiliating and I realized that it was done to degrade me and
humiliate me, not because they really wanted pictures of me.
Still, I couldn't help wondering what would be done with the
pictures.

Mr. Rossi came back in and it was now almost twelve-thirty in the
morning. The last bus ran at one. I was getting nervous.

Mr. Rossi finally ordered me to get dressed. I moved over to the
pile of clothes beside his desk and I reached down for my
underwear. He said, "Don't bother with those. In fact, don't wear
them anymore. They just get in the way."

I tossed my bra and panty on his desk and pulled my pants up over
my oozing pussy and fastened them. As I began to put my top on
Mr. Rove said, "I don't guess we have to explain your position
around here now do we?"

I started to respond but he didn't give me a chance. He
continued, "From now on you come in and do your job just like
always. Except from now on you have another job. Any time Mr.
Rossi, Mr. Gant or I give you an order you obey without question.
If we order you to come to our office and suck our cocks or fuck
us or any other fucking swinging dick you jump. We own your ass
now and we intend to use it. Are we going to have a problem with
you?"

I quietly responded, "No sir."

I continued dressing and then I remembered the note that got me
into this mess. Without much hope I asked, "What about my husband
sir? I can only visit him on Saturdays."

The men looked at each other and after Mr. Rove nodded Mr. Rossi
said, "You can go see him every other Saturday. But your pay will
be docked for every hour you miss."

What the hell, it was just another bitch-slap as life pounded me
into the ground.

I glanced at the time when I was dressed and exclaimed, "Oh no!"

They looked at me questioningly and I whispered, "I'm going to
miss the last bus."

Mr. Rossi said, "I thought you had a junker car you were
driving." 

I said, "It's gone. It was impounded."

He laughed and said, "Your loser husband sure did fuck you over
bitch. Where do you live?"

I told him and he shook his head and said, "That would be a bitch
of a walk. A pretty white girl walking through that part of town
probably wouldn't make it at this time in the morning."

He chuckled and said, "I'll give you a ride. But it is going to
cost you."

I whispered, "Thank you sir."

He ordered me to wait out by his car and I went outside and stood
there self consciously for a few minutes until he came out. I was
uncomfortable. I could feel the crotch of my pants getting soaked
as their cum oozed out of me. I felt so nasty. I was also nervous
about how he expected me to pay for my ride home.

He finally came out and let me in the car. He lifted the center
console and ordered me to take my blouse off again. I obeyed
quickly, anxious to get home and have this night over with.

When my top was off he started his car and pushed the seat back a
little farther. Then he opened his pants and pulled his soft cock
out and ordered me to suck him off on the way home.

I wasn't too worried about being seen. The streets were deserted
at this time in the morning. But it was still a humiliating thing
to do. I tried lying on the seat and sucking him off that way but
he said, "No bitch. Get up on your knees on the seat."

I obeyed and once I was in position his hand clamped down on my
tit and I started sucking him. I hated it just as much as I had a
little while ago in the office but I wanted to get this done so I
could go to my apartment and collapse in my bed and cry my heart
out in peace.

Unfortunately it took him a long time to get hard again and he
was not anywhere near cumming when he pulled up in front of my
apartment. I thought that if he insisted that we finish we could
do it right there in his front seat. He had a different idea.

He shut the car off and grabbed my top. He said, "I guess you are
going to have to finish inside bitch. Get out."

The blood drained out of my head, and not because I was about to
have to walk to my apartment topless. My two kids would be
worried about me coming home several hours late and they were
almost certain to come out to see if I was alright when I went
in, if they weren't waiting in the living room.

I got out of the car and quietly begged Mr. Rossi not to do this.
I tried to explain that my kids might see me and he said, "Maybe
they'll learn something. I just really don't give a shit Roberts.
You've already screwed up by arguing with me. It wasn't fifteen
minutes ago you were told that you would be required to obey
without question. Fifteen fucking minutes and you have forgotten
already. Or are you just flat disobeying?"

I was crying again and I exclaimed, "No sir! I wouldn't disobey.
But my kids! They can't see me like this!"

He smiled and said, "Maybe that would be the appropriate
punishment for you. Now shut the fuck up bitch."

He grabbed my arm and asked, "Which apartment?"

I told him and he pulled me up the stairs and down the narrow
hallway to my apartment. I unlocked the door and he turned the
knob and pushed it wide open. 

Just as I feared my two teenagers were sitting on the couch
waiting for me to come home. Mr. Rossi pulled me into the tiny
living room and shut the door behind me. 

I saw the look of shock on my children's faces and I tried to
cover my chest. I heard Mr. Rossi say, "Uh-uh. Put your arms down
bitch."

I groaned in horror as he pulled me into the small living room. I
started to order the kids to their rooms but Mr. Rossi snapped at
me, "Shut up bitch. You'll have something to do with your mouth
in a minute."

My daughter was staring in shock and she suddenly came to her
senses and shook her brother's shoulder and said, "Come on Phil.
We need to go to bed."

Phil suddenly realized that he was staring at my exposed breasts
and he turned bright red and started to get up.

Mr. Rossi said, "You kids stay right where you are. Your mother
had a long, hard day at work but she has one more job to do
before her day is done. Then she can explain everything."

Laura looked terrified but she ignored him and continued to try
to get Phil up. Mr. Rossi got irritated and snapped, "I guess
your whole damn family has a hard time doing what they are told."
Then he yelled, "I said sit down god damn it!"

Phil hadn't moved. Laura looked at me and I nodded. She sat back
down beside her brother and I saw that she was crying. But there
was nothing that I could do until Mr. Rossi left. But then, what
could I do after he left? How could I take away the memory of
what they were about to see?

There were only two pieces of furniture in the room. Mr. Rossi
stood in front of the chair. My kids were on the couch, close
enough that I could reach out and touch them.

He ordered me to take my pants off. I stared at the wall over his
head and opened my pants while my kids watched in disbelief. I
let them fall to my ankles and I stepped out of them. 

I kicked the soiled pants away and Mr. Rossi said, "So you are
finally getting smart! Good girl. Now pull my pants down and
let's do this. Then you can explain your new job to your kids."

I whispered, "Please, I'll do anything you want. Please don't
make me do this in front of my kids."

He grinned and said, "If you would rather we can get your
daughter to stand up here and take your place. She's a little
hottie."

I gasped in shock that he would even suggest it. I don't know why
I was shocked. Not after what he had already done, and what he
was doing now. I had to get this monster out of my apartment.
There was only one way to do that. I quickly unfastened his belt
and opened his pants. I pushed them down to his knees but he
said, "Go ahead and take them off."

I dropped to my knees and pulled off his shoes and then his pants
and his underwear. I dropped his pants on the couch beside Laura
and he lifted one leg and draped it over the arm of his chair.
His foot dangled down just inches from Laura's knee.

He just smiled at me and waited for me to return to sucking his
cock. I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth and started
sucking as enthusiastically as possible. I was being raped in
front of my two teenage children and I could not imagine anything
more humiliating or more degrading. But I was more concerned with
the effect that this would have on them later. This was the kind
of thing that could damage a kid for life.

While I sucked desperately at his cock Mr. Rossi engaged my
children in conversation! He asked my fourteen year old son if he
had ever seen a sexier broad than me. Phil didn't answer and Mr.
Rossi said, "Really kid, check her out. Look at those tits. I
don't know about you but I think those are just about perfect.
Really amazing, especially on a woman your mom's age. I was
really impressed when she stripped down at the office a little
while ago and I first saw them. And check out that ass! Is that a
perfect ass or what? I bet your sister has a cute little ass too.
Her tits aren't as big but they look pretty hot. I may have to
check that out."

I redoubled my efforts and fought to give him the most exciting
blowjob that I could. I had to get him out of my house! He had
gotten hard again instantly but he was taking forever to cum.

He turned to Laura again and said, "Your mother seems to be
having a hard time getting me off girl. What's your name?"

My daughter was obviously in shock and wasn't entirely sure that
she had to respond to the man raping my mouth. But he snapped at
her, "I asked you a fucking question, bitch!"

She gasped again and quietly responded, "Laura, my name is
Laura."

He growled, "Sir! Your name is Laura sir. Didn't his cunt teach
you any manners?"

Laura didn't answer and Mr. Rossi said, "As I was saying, your
mom seems to be having a hard time sucking my cock. I think I
need some added stimulation. I want you to pull your top up so I
can see your tits. I think that would turn me on."

I started to pull my head up and plead with him to leave her
alone but he held my head down and after a brief struggle I knew
that I had lost and I returned to sucking his cock as hard as I
could.

There was a brief pause and then Mr. Rossi yelled, "God damn it!
I don't like to repeat myself. Look at this bitch in my lap girl!
Do you not get the idea that everything has changed? You dad is
in prison where he belongs and this bitch belongs to me now. She
does what I want, where I want. I own her. I own your ass too if
I want it!"

He paused again and then he yelled, "Stand up!"

I heard Laura jump out of her seat. I was sobbing hysterically
now but I didn't stop what I was doing. I had to end this!"

Mr. Rossi growled, "What's your name boy?"

Phil answered hesitantly.

Mr. Rossi said, "Your sister seems to be a little shy. I want you
to stand up and take her top off. And don't give me anymore shit.
I'm just about at the end of my patience here. I'm not used to
having to repeat myself but your whole damn family seems pretty
fucking dense. Now get the fuck up and do what I told you!"

I heard Phil get up and I heard him whisper something to Laura. I
couldn't tell what it was. I heard the rustle of clothing being
removed and Mr. Rossi said, "Get rid of that cute little bra
too."

There was a brief pause and he said, "Not bad! You got some
growing to do but those are some real cute tits girl."

He turned back to my son and said, "Phil, go ahead and take those
short off of her too. And if she's wearing panties those will
have to go. I want to see how her body compares to her hot mom's
sweet little body."

I heard Laura crying quietly and I heard the rustle of clothing
as my son undressed my daughter for the amusement of my boss.

Life wasn't satisfied with bitch-slapping me into submission. Now
it was my children who were being beaten down.

Mr. Rossi ran his hand over my head and said, "Oh yeah! It won't
be long now, bitch. Your little girl is turning me on."

He turned back to my kids and said, "Phil, how well do you know
your sister?"

I didn't hear the response.

Mr. Rossi asked, "Is she a virgin?"

Still I heard no response.

Mr. Rossi said, "I think we should find out. I'm curious, aren't
you?"

Laura exclaimed, "I am! I'm a virgin! I'm only fifteen. Please
stop this!"

My boss said, "Honey, that is the one thing that you can never
take a broad's word for."

He turned to Phil and said, "Boy, put your finger in the entrance
to your sister's cunt and tell me if she is wet."

In a moment he said, "Shit! Dry as a bone. I hope she don't turn
out as frigid as your mother is. You're going to have to put your
finger in your mouth and get it wet. Then you stick it in real
slow until you feel her cherry up in there. But be real careful.
You don't want to bust it. Well, you might want to bust it but
you want to do that with your cock, not your finger."

Laura squealed and Mr. Rossi snapped, "Stand still god damn it!"

A moment later I heard Phil say, "Yes sir. She's a virgin."

That was when he finally came in my mouth. There hadn't been any
warning and I wasn't prepared. I gagged at first but then I
controlled myself and let him finish. I swallowed his load and
held his cock in my mouth until he let me up.

He finally pushed me away and sat staring at Laura's naked body
for a long, uncomfortable moment. I didn't want to look. It broke
my heart to see her like that. Her humiliation was obvious on her
face. I had not seen her naked in four or five years. I had, of
course, watched her body mature over that time and I was proud
that she was turning into such a beautiful, poised, intelligent
young woman with a real good head on her shoulders.

To see her now, naked in front of a cruel stranger and forced to
allow her younger brother to explore her virginal opening for the
amusement of the interloper was the last straw. I collapsed in at
his feet and cried hysterically into my hands as Mr. Rossi
dressed just inches from my daughter. 

When he was fully dressed he nudged me with his foot. I took my
hands away from my face and looked numbly up into his red, sweaty
face. He ordered me to stand and when I was up and facing him he
growled, "Am I going to have a problem with you bitch?"

I stared at him vacantly for a moment, not even sure what he was
asking.

He looked disgusted and impatient. He shook his head and asked,
"You are going to keep this to yourself, right? You would hate to
lose your new job wouldn't you? You really appreciate the great
opportunity that you have now because you don't want to lose your
kids or be homeless, right?"

I whispered despondently, "Yes sir. I'm not going to be a
problem."

He smiled and said, "You need to hurry up and explain your new
job to your kids and get some sleep. You don't want to be late to
work in the morning and force me to punish you."

I whispered, "Yes sir."

He reached out before he left and held my left breast in his left
hand and my daughter's right breast in his right hand and weighed
them in his hands. After a long moment he said, "Fucking
fantastic!"

Then he left.

I ran to the door and locked it after he left. I turned and
leaned against it and caught my breath. Laura was rushing to put
her top and her shorts on and Phil was struggling in vain not to
ogle me and his sister.

When she was covered, Laura rushed from the room and came back
with my robe. I put it on and sat on the couch and struggled to
control the tears. 

Laura asked quietly, "Do you want to talk or do you want us to
leave you alone?"

I quietly responded, "I want to die."

Laura put her arms around me and held me while I calmed down. I
couldn't look my kids in the face. When I felt like I was under
control I said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. And
Laura, I am so, so sorry. I'm sorry you had to see that and I'm
sorry for what happened to you."

Phil was crying quietly and he said, "Laura, I'm sorry. Please
forgive me. I didn't know what to do."

Laura reached around me squeezed her brother's hand and said, "I
know squirt. He didn't give anyone a chance to say no to him. It
was pretty obvious that for some reason we had to do what he
said. It wasn't your fault and I'm not mad at you."

Then she turned to me and asked, "What's going on mom?"

I sighed deeply and gave them the R rated version. They had seen
enough of the X rated version that I was sure that their minds
could fill in the details. I told them about being given the
choice of losing custody of my children and becoming homeless or
submitting to the two monsters at work. I explained that I saw no
alternative but to surrender to them but at the time, and up
until we actually entered the apartment, I had no idea that they
were going to become involved.

I explained that until I could find another job I had to do what
they wanted. The people at Social Services were watching me like
a hawk. Everyone was quiet for a moment and I suddenly realized
something. I put my arms around their shoulders and pulled them
close and said, "Oh god! What was I thinking! Kids, I'm sorry. I
was just thinking of myself. Of course we need to contact Social
Services. You have to get out of here. I have no idea what is
going to happen. He could come back here at any time and the next
time he might do more than look at you Laura. I want you to go
down to the office tomorrow morning and ask to use the phone.
Call Social Services and tell them something. I don't know. Tell
them you're hungry and there's no food. I don't care, tell them
the truth. You need to get out of here before it's too late. God,
what was I thinking! Of course you can't stay here now!"

Laura pulled me tight and said, "Not gonna happen."

I turned to look in her face and said, "God I love you kids. I
don't want you to go. But you saw what just happened. This was
just the first night! If he comes over here again you probably
won't be a virgin when he leaves."

Laura said calmly, "Virginity is highly overrated. I know lots of
girls that aren't virgins and they are perfectly happy and well
adjusted."

I turned to face her and held her shoulders in a firm grip and I
said, "Laura, I'm talking about getting raped by a dirty old man.
It happened to me tonight and I want you to take my word for it,
you won't like it."

She had tears in her eyes but she held firm. She said, "I didn't
say that I thought I was going to like it. But I'm not leaving
you. This isn't your fault. None of this is your fault. You work
so hard and you try to make everyone happy but yourself. I love
you and I refuse to desert you. No matter what that horrible man
might do to me I am going to stay with you and Phil and we are
going to be a family and we are going to get through this. We can
leave the discussion of the birds and the bees for when you are
rested and can think more clearly. I wouldn't want to have that
discussion when you were so tired that you couldn't remember all
of your questions."

I stared at her in confusion for a second until I realized she
had been joking. I hugged her tight. I didn't laugh but I was
amused. And the break in the tension really helped. I slumped
back against the cushion and looked over at Phil. I saw him
staring at me with that look again and I realized that my robe
was gaping open and my breast was exposed. 

I glanced down at it and I couldn't help wondering what he must
think of the things he had seen tonight, and the things he had
done. I pulled him closer and asked, "What about you squirt? How
would you like to go to a home where you ate good meals on a
regular basis and got to watch television at night or listen to
music?"

He was trying not to stare down to see if I was still exposed. I
didn't fully understand boys. He had already seen all that there
was to see. But I guess they can't help themselves. It's in their
DNA. I ignored his wandering eyes and he finally realized that I
was waiting for an answer. He brought his eyes back up to my face
and whispered, "Sorry."

I smiled and said, "I understand Phil. Guys like to look. They
can't help it. It's part of being a guy. Don't apologize. I think
you were pretty amazing tonight. I'm proud of you."

He blushed and said, "First of all, don't call me squirt. You
know I hate that! Second, I'm not leaving. If you try to put me
in a foster home I will run away and come back. I'm with Laura.
Everyone around you is fucking with you."

He panicked when that slipped out and he clapped his hand over
his mouth.

He exclaimed, "Oh god! I'm sorry mom! I..."

I pulled him close and kissed him and said, "Fuck it! Don't give
it a second thought."

I heard Laura chuckle behind me and Phil grinned sheepishly. He
said, "I'm sorry. I'll be more careful."

Then he returned to his train of thought. "Everyone is messing
with you and you never did anything to deserve it. You have
always been a great mom and we love you. We can't protect you.
But we can be here for you and we can give you a shoulder to cry
on and if you think that we would leave you alone at a time like
this then you don't know us very well."

He was silent for a moment and then he said with a completely
deadpan expression, "Besides, I got to know my sister and my
mother a whole lot better than I ever thought I would."

Laura chuckled, which amazed me. Then she said, "You won't think
it's so amusing if the next time he's here I end up checking your
virginity, squirt."

I looked at my two kids in amazement. After what had just
happened in this room tonight I was shocked at how well they
seemed to be adjusting, especially Laura. I am pretty sure that
if I had been through what she just went through when I was her
age I would have been curled up in a ball on the floor for days.

I was mentally and physically exhausted but I didn't think that
we had resolved our problem. Unfortunately I was so tired that I
couldn't think. I finally gave up. I got to my feet and said, "I
can't think straight tonight. We'll talk about it tomorrow night.
You kids go to bed. I want you to think seriously about what we
just talked about. These guys aren't like mobsters or anything.
They are just dirty old men. But Laura, that won't make any
difference if one of them, or two of them, or even all three of
them come over here some night and decide that they want to have
sex with a beautiful fifteen year old girl. I won't be able to
stop them and Phil won't be able to stop them. You shouldn't have
to worry about that. I'm serious. Think long and hard about what
happened in here when I got home."

I took both kids by the hand and pulled them down the hall. I
hadn't eaten anything but a piece of toast for breakfast. But I
wasn't hungry. I was just tired. I said good night and went to my
room. I dropped my robe on the floor and collapsed on my bed. 

The next thing I knew someone was shaking me violently. I opened
my eyes and I saw Phil with a worried look on his face. He saw my
eyes open slowly and said, "I'm sorry mom, I just got up and I
saw that you weren't up yet. You must not have heard your
alarm."

 I felt that panicky feeling in the pit of my stomach and I
looked anxiously at my alarm clock. I sat up groggily and
suddenly realized that I was naked. Phil saw the look on my face
and grinned sheepishly. He said, "I knocked and knocked and you
didn't answer. I was afraid that something was wrong. Besides,
I've seen it all now. What the hell!"

I laughed and pulled his head down and kissed him. Then I said,
"Get the hell out of here."

I was fifteen minutes late getting up. I had to hurry but I was
pretty sure that I had time to shower and get dressed. I didn't
have time for breakfast but we didn't have anything in the house
to eat anyway. I suddenly remembered that after everything that
happened last night they had forgotten to give me my paycheck. At
least I hope they forgot. 

I got up and rushed around and left for work only a few minutes
late. I had been slowed down when after I was dressed I
remembered that I was no longer allowed to wear underwear. I had
to quickly undress and take my bra and panties off. 

I got out to the bus stop just as my bus was approaching but it
was full and it drove right past without even slowing down. I
fretted for ten minutes until the next bus arrived and it was
full too. But the driver stopped and I managed to squeeze on and
work my way beyond the white line.

I didn't understand why the buses were so crowded. I had only
been riding the buses for a few weeks but normally on Saturday
they were less than half full in the morning. I heard some people
talking behind me and discovered that there was a big festival
down on the waterfront today. 

Traffic was heavy too and I was starting to get very nervous. I
had been warned about being late and I knew they would be
watching for me. Tardiness was something that they had a very low
tolerance for anyway. 

I walked as fast as I could from the bus stop to the plant and
when I clocked in I was three minutes late. Mr. Gant, the
dayshift supervisor was standing there by the time clock, as
usual. 

I said, "I'm sorry Mr. Gant. The buses were packed because of the
festival and the first one didn't even stop to pick me up. Then
the traffic was so heavy that we were late. I swear it wasn't my
fault."

He just said, "In my office."

He waited for me to enter the hallway and he followed me into the
supervisor's office. He closed the door behind me and said,
"Stand in front of my desk and strip Roberts."

Oh no! Not again! But of course they would have told him about
me. I felt my body quivering with renewed shame and anticipation
of the humiliation that I knew I was about to suffer. 

I had had the breath knocked out of me as soon as I heard that
word. "Strip."

But after that there were no surprises and although this was not
something that I wanted to get used to it was easier this time
than it had been last night. Mr. Gant came around and sat at his
desk. He leaned back and grinned as I unbuttoned my blouse. I
tossed it on the floor nearby and slid my sneakers off with my
toes. I unfastened my pants and stepped out of them and stood up
and waited for the next degrading order.

I waited with my head down. He sat there and stared at my naked
body for a minute or so. He ordered me to turn around slowly. 

When I faced him again he stood up and walked around his desk. He
stood behind me and his hands began to move over my body,
exploring every inch. 

Mr. Gant was about fifty. He was tall and skinny and he was just
as mean as Mr. Rossi and Mr. Rove, maybe even worse. He pulled me
against him and one of his hands cupped my left tit and his other
came around and began to worm its way into my dry pussy. 

I grunted in pain but he didn't care. As he worked his finger
into me he said, "Shit, they were right. You don't grease up
worth a damn."

He pulled his finger out of my pussy and stuck it into my mouth.
I sucked it like a small cock and made it as wet as I could. He
let me suck on it for a while, just because he knew how
humiliating it was. He finally pulled his finger out of my mouth
and pushed me roughly down over his desk. He held me down with
his hand on the middle of my back and kicked my legs a little
further apart. 

When he was satisfied with my stance he asked in a quiet,
conversational tone of voice, "Do you know what my wife has never
let me do, bitch?"

I quietly replied, "No sir."

He said, "My wife of almost thirty years has never let me fuck
her ass."

As he spoke he started forcing his damp finger into my ass
forcefully.

My body stiffened and my head came up off the desk. I grunted in
pain and just before I started to beg him not to I remembered
that I had been late for work. Maybe if I submitted easily to
this he would let that go.

Like Mr. Gant's wife, I had never been fucked in the ass. As far
as I know, Mike had never wanted that. I certainly didn't! But
now I waited nervously while he explored my asshole with his
finger. Just his finger hurt like hell. I couldn't imagine what a
cock would feel like back there. Well, that's not true. I could
imagine it and the image that came to mind was very unpleasant. I
hoped that he didn't damage me back there.

He stopped messing with my butt and stood up straight. I heard
him pulling his pants down and when he was ready he said, "Turn
around and suck on my cock for a couple of minutes. Get it nice
and wet, bitch."

I pushed up off of the desk and turned around. I bent down and
lifted the tails of his shirt and was a little bit relieved when
I saw his cock. It was probably only five inches long and not
much thicker than my thumb. I wasn't looking forward to what he
wanted me to do but at least he didn't have a cock like Mr.
Rove's.

I took him into my mouth easily and sucked on his cock, taking
great pains to get him as wet as I could. He only kept me like
that for a minute before he ordered me back over the desk. 

I heard him spit in his hand and I felt a warm gob of spit being
applied to my ass. He wormed his finger into me again, moved it
in and out of me several times and then stepped up and began
forcing his hard cock into me. 

I grunted and then groaned in pain as he worked his cock into me.
As it got deeper and deeper he sighed loudly and said, "Jesus
that feels good! Your ass is so fucking hot, bitch! We are going
to be doing this a lot. I may never fuck my wife again!"

He started fucking me with short, rapid strokes and it would have
been nicer if he had used some lubrication but it actually wasn't
that bad. While he fucked me he reached around and shoved the
damp finger that had been in my ass and was now covered with his
spit into my mouth and ordered me suck it clean. It was
disgusting but I had been through worse last night.

I held on to the other side of the desk and grunted with every
stroke but it was all over in three or four minutes. I sighed
with relief when he stopped moving and then I waited for him to
pull out. 

He didn't actually pull out of me. His cock got soft and kind of
popped out of me. He pulled me up by my hair and forced me to my
knees. He gathered his shirttails and held them out of the way so
that he could watch while I sucked his cock clean. It sounds
pretty nasty but it was just a little slimy. My butt had been
clean.

After a few minutes he pushed me away and pulled his pants up. He
ordered me to my feet and I thought that it was over. I waited
until he went back around his desk and said, "Mr. Gant, they
forgot to give me my pay last night. I am out of food. I need it
desperately."

He glanced at me and then opened his desk drawer. He looked up
then and said, "I have it. You can pick it up after your shift."

I said, "Thank you. Can I get dressed now?"

He smiled and said, "No. You were three minutes late, remember?
You need to be punished. Mr. Rove left instructions for your
punishment if you were late. Now you keep your mouth shut and
don't move."

He picked up his phone and punched in the button for the
intercom. He waited a few seconds and said, "Three."

He hung up the phone and I stood there nervously, not knowing
what was going to happen. Mr. Gant smiled and reached into his
desk drawer and pulled out the camera that they had used last
night to take all those pictures with. 

A minute or two later there was a knock on the door and Mr. Gant
said, "Enter!"

I shook my head in disbelief and said, "Oh god no!" 

In walked three of the guys I worked with out on the floor. I
don't know if they knew why they were here. But when they saw me
their eyes lit up and their grins spread from ear to ear. 

Mr. Gant said, "Come in gentlemen. Did they tell you why you are
here?"

Buddy and Tim shook their heads. Todd said, "No sir, they just
sent us back here."

Mr. Gant said, "Roberts is being punished. She is on probation
and has agreed to some rather unusual terms of employment. She
was three minutes late for work this morning. Her punishment is
to allow three of her co-workers to fuck her. If any of you
object to fucking her let me know and I'll have someone else sent
in to take your place."

The men looked at each other and it was obvious that they didn't
have a problem with fucking one of their co-workers, even though
it was obvious how I felt about it. 

Mr. Gant said, "Okay men, let's do this and get it over with. The
bitch needs to get to work. I'm going to be taking some pictures
but don't worry, I'm going to leave your faces out of them."

Buddy, the single man in the group said, "I don't give a shit Mr.
Gant. In fact, I'd like a few copies of my pictures for
souvenirs."

Mr. Gant smiled and said, "I'll check with Mr. Rove, Buddy. I
doubt if he will mind."

I was bent over the desk again and Todd was the quickest on the
draw. He moved behind me and pressed his semi hard cock between
my ass cheeks and began sawing it back and forth and getting
harder and harder. 

He looked down and said, "I'll be damned! You fucked her in the
ass didn't you sir?!"

Mr. Gant was already moving around and getting some pictures. He
smiled and sounded pretty proud of himself when he said, "Yes,
and it was some damn fine ass Todd."

Todd asked, "How about if I tap some of that? I have had the hots
for her sweet ass since she started working here."

Mr. Gant replied, "Not this time Todd. I was her first. I think
we need to let her rest up. Just fuck her pussy this time. If she
fucks up again though then she'll have that to look forward to."

Todd began working his cock into me and it was very painful. I
was still tender from the abuse I received last night and my
pussy still wasn't wet. The only lubrication was a little of the
cum that had dribbled out of my ass from when Mr. Gant raped me.

I gripped the edge of the desk and held on. I tried to be quiet
but I couldn't help letting an occasional grunt of pain escape
me. But they didn't seem to mind at all. 

After he had a good rhythm going he bent over and reached under
me and began to roughly grope my boobs. As he did he spoke
quietly in my ear. He told me how hot and tight my cunt was and
how much he liked my tits. He told me that he had been undressing
me with his eyes since my first day here. He said that he hoped I
was late a lot. Then he squeezed my tits and grunted and started
making strange noises. If I wasn't getting raped I might have
laughed. But I was and I didn't. I waited until he pulled out of
me and he was immediately replaced by another cock. I didn't even
know who was fucking me at first. I was distracted by Mr. Gant
saying, "If you come around here Todd, the bitch will clean up
that mess for you."

Todd exclaimed, "No shit!"

Mr. Gant said, "It's all part of her punishment."

Todd moved and I saw that I was now being fucked rather violently
by Buddy. 

Todd came around the desk and grabbed a handful of my hair and
turned my head. As soon as he had my face where he wanted it he
pushed the slimy head of his cock against my lips. I opened my
mouth and took him in and started sucking his cock clean. As I
did I saw Mr. Gant walking around getting some close-ups of me
with two cocks in my body at the same time.

Buddy was fucking me violently and in between my grunts of pain I
heard him say, "Oh yeah! I'm going to take that picture and get
it blown up and hang it in my living room! Damn this bitch is
hot!"

Todd's cock had been clean for some time but he left it in my
mouth and I felt him getting hard again. His cock was long and
thin and he was amazed when he suddenly found himself fucking my
throat. He exclaimed, "I'll be god damned! Look at this, guys! We
got us a fucking Linda Lovelace here! Look at that shit! She's
taking a couple of inches of cock right down in her fucking
throat! Damn that's hot!"

Mr. Gant didn't say a word as Todd began fucking my face brutally
and Buddy picked up his rhythm. They were slamming their cocks
into me at both ends and I was being bounced around like a rag
doll.

Buddy finally came in my pussy and he slowly pulled out and went
around the desk to wait his turn in my mouth. Tim moved between
my legs and began driving his cock into me. Tim turned out to
have a very fat cock and for just a second it took my mind off of
what Todd was doing. I felt that fat cock sliding into me and it
was the fattest one yet. But Todd was nearing orgasm and he held
onto my head and took several more violent strokes and then held
my face against his stomach while he shot his cum down my throat.


He finally pulled out and I was gasping for air and grunting in
time with Tim's strokes in my sore pussy when Buddy took Todd's
place at my mouth. As he worked his slimy cock into my mouth he
said, "Get a good shot of this Mr. Gant. I'll want to blow this
up too. I love the look of that. Look at her beautiful face all
full of my slimy cock. Christ! That's the sexiest thing I ever
saw in my life."

Buddy's cock never really got soft. He was too excited I guess.
He started fucking my mouth almost immediately and Mr. Gant got a
lot of pictures for him.

Tim leaned over me like Todd had and reached under me to grope my
tits. He was fucking me just as violently as the others and once
more I was being tossed around like I weighed nothing. 

I think that they were disappointed that I didn't start getting
aroused. They seemed to think that even if I was being raped that
once I got a cock stabbing into me I should start to get turned
on. Stupid men!

But then, I'm the idiot submitting to rape as a part of my job
description now. I guess I haven't any room to talk.

Buddy was so turned on that he came before Tim did. Unlike Todd
though, he didn't cum down my throat. He pulled back and filled
my mouth with his slime and then slowly pulled his cock out of my
mouth and watched me swallow.

Last night I would have been mortified. Well, I was upset that I
was being forced to allow the men that I worked with to rape me.
But nothing that happened to me to could be as devastating as the
events of last night.

Once Buddy backed away and started putting his pants back
together Tim started concentrating I guess and he came a short
time later. I was getting numb by the time he pulled his cock out
of me.

He hurried around to get his cock sucked clean but Mr. Gant
didn't give him time to get a blowjob. Tim was pretty
disappointed but Mr. Gant said, "I'm sorry Tim. I'm afraid that
we've wasted much too much time already. The cunt has been at
work an hour now and hasn't done a thing."

I could have argued that with him but what was the point?

The men all stared at me as they slowly dressed. Mr. Gant turned
to me and after taking a few more pictures he said, "Well, what
are you waiting for? You can't go out there like that!"

I reached down and started pulling my pants on. I hated doing
this without cleaning up first. My pussy and my thighs were
covered in cum. My pants were going to stink. I pulled my blouse
on and while I was buttoning it up Buddy said, "You know what Mr.
Gant? I know the dress code doesn't allow dresses for the women.
But since she is kind of special it would be neat if she had to
wear a sexy dress to work. It would give the guys a real morale
boost."

Mr. Gant smiled and said, "That's a good idea Buddy. I'll suggest
it to Mr. Rove. You men get back to work now."

I had my shoes on and was just finishing tying them up. I stood
up and waited to be dismissed. Mr. Gant smiled and said, "I don't
want you going to the bathroom until lunch time. Now get your
lazy ass to work."

I whispered, "Mr. Gant! I smell. My pants are getting wet."

He just smiled and said, "Get out of here. Come back at quitting
time for your pay."

I went out on the floor and checked to see where I was supposed
to be working. The floor supervisor came over and started to tell
me that she had been forced to switch some people around because
I was so late. She was not happy about it. 

But as soon as she opened her mouth she smelled the scent of sex
on me. I reeked of it. She wrinkled up her nose and said, "Oh my
god!" 

There was nothing that I could say. She stepped back and drew a
deep breath. He face was red and she had a look of pure disgust
on her face. She shook her head and said, "I can't believe you
still work here!"

I would give anything if I didn't!

She pointed to the machine that I was to run that day and turned
and walked away. Since I was so late I was already behind and I
had to work my ass off to get caught up. I didn't doubt for a
minute that if I didn't catch up I would be punished for that
too.

Several times during the day one of my three male co-workers came
by and without being very careful about whether or not anyone was
watching they groped my ass or my tits through my clothes. As he
was squeezing my ass cheeks Todd said, "I hope they make you
start working in a tiny little miniskirt Haley. I'd like to see a
lot more of your sweet ass."

I just tried to ignore them. There was nothing else that I could
do. 

I went to the ladies room at lunch time and by then it was much
too late but I cleaned up as much as I could. Then I went right
back in and worked through lunch. I didn't have any food or money
anyway. Even if I did though, I knew that if I wasn't caught up
at quitting time they would use that as an excuse to punish me
again.

When it was finally quitting time we shut everything off. There
was no late shift on Saturdays. I waited for everyone else to
rush out and I lagged behind. I punched out at the time clock and
then I went down the dark hallway to Mr. Gant's office. I knocked
and he called out, "Enter!"

I opened the door and went over to his desk. I saw my pay
envelope on the desk. But I knew that it wasn't going to be that
easy. 

It wasn't. He pushed his chair back from his desk and his pants
were already pulled down. He was ready for me.

He didn't get up so I thought that I knew what he wanted. I went
around his desk and dropped to my knees on the floor in front of
him. His cock was already just about hard. I took it in my mouth
and sucked it. Anything to get my money and go home.

My throat had been sore all day from the abuse I had received at
the hands of my three co-workers. I was glad that we weren't
allowed to talk on the floor. My throat couldn't have handled the
irritation.

Fortunately Mr. Gant's less than magnificent manhood did not tax
my throat and I easily sucked him off and swallowed a tiny,
bitter little load.

He pushed me away and said, "You certainly are a nasty slut. A
decent woman would die rather than do the things that you do in
here. You deserve everything that happens to your skanky ass."

I stood up and said, "Yes sir," and started getting dressed. I
grabbed my pay envelope and hurried out of his office before he
could think of some other nasty thing to do to me.

I put my pay envelope deep in my pocket and hurried to the bus
stop. It was after six on a Saturday afternoon. The festival was
over and the bus was half empty. I was able to get a seat alone
and I sat and stared at my reflection in the window as I was
transported the six miles to my stop.

There was a small grocery store on the corner and I bought some
groceries. I didn't get much. Some ingredients for meatless
spaghetti, some potatoes, hot dogs, a few pounds of hamburger and
some bread. I still had to walk a couple of blocks so I didn't
stock up too much. What I bought would pretty much kill my weeks
pay anyway. 

At the register I checked out and when the checker rang up the
total I opened my pay envelope and saw a note inside. I scanned
it quickly. It said, "In as much as you have additional duties
you will find an additional one hundred dollars in your pay,
whore."

I was so excited about the extra money that I paid very little
attention to the note. It would bother me later. But I had been
destitute for so long and doing without so much that the idea
that I had been paid for sex was of little consequence at that
moment. 

I checked and it was there! My pay was nearly doubled! I paid for
the groceries and then I said, "Oh wait, I forgot to get
coffee."

I left my groceries there and ran back and picked up some coffee.
I had not had a cup of coffee in weeks and I was really jonesing
for one. On the way back to the check out I passed the wine aisle
and I picked up a seven dollar bottle of wine. I needed a drink.
Then, even though I was starting to overload myself, I got some
bacon and eggs. We hadn't had a decent breakfast in months. This
would be as exciting for us a Christmas dinner.

I paid for the additional items and grabbed my bags and headed
home. It was a dreary street. The apartments were not well
maintained and the people that lived here, while mostly better
off than me, were all poor and often loud, crude, and obnoxious.
I kept my head down and didn't look at anyone. There were a lot
of scary people around this neighborhood. There was a lot of
crime. And it was only getting worse.

I got to my apartment and set my bags down. I opened the door and
went in and headed for the kitchen. The kids came out carefully.
They made sure that I was alone before they showed themselves.

I put everything away and opened the cheap wine to let it breath.
I doubt if that matters with the wine I bought but it couldn't
hurt.

I made home fries and cheeseburgers for supper. Cheap and easy,
just like me now.

When supper was ready I poured myself a glass of wine and we sat
down to eat. I had noticed that the kids were quiet and I started
to get scared. I wondered if Mr. Rossi had come back during the
day today.

I started asking what was wrong when they told me that he hadn't.
They were uncomfortable about something and I was afraid that it
might be lingering questions about last night.

We finished our meal. It was Phil's turn to clean up. He got up
and it almost seemed like he was glad for the distraction as he
cleaned off the table and went to work in the tiny kitchen. 

Phil had never, not once in his entire life, gone about his
cleanup chores without whining. Now I knew that something was
wrong.

I sat with Laura and she couldn't meet my eyes. I tried to get
her to tell me what was wrong and I was getting really nervous
now. Finally I said, "Laura, after last night I think that we can
tell each other anything. I have no more secrets from you and I
don't want you to have secrets from me. I am getting worried
here. Please tell me what is wrong with you two."

She looked guilty. Laura was my saint! She never did anything to
feel guilty about. Now I was really worried. I said, "Laura,
please. I have enough to worry about already. Don't do this to
me."

Laura looked embarrassed but she finally said, "Mom, I think that
you would probably rather not know. Would you settle for we
aren't in trouble and no one did anything to harm us?"

I sat back in my chair and said, "Phil, would you please bring me
the wine bottle. I have a feeling that I am going to need it when
Laura tells me what is going on."

Phil came in with that same guilty look on his face. He handed me
the bottle from the other side of the table and said, "It wasn't
Laura's fault mom. It was me. But it's embarrassing and Laura was
right, you would rather not know. Please don't make us tell."

I poured a second glass of wine and took a sip. For a cheap wine
it actually wasn't that bad. I stared at their faces and reached
a decision.

I said, "I trust you two a lot. You are both good kids and you
have had to put up with a lot that kids shouldn't have to put up
with. But after last night, and after the other changes in our
lives, I need to know what's troubling you. It scares me when my
kids can't look me in the eye. I promise not to get mad. But I
need to know. So who wants to be the spokesman?"

They looked at each other and it worried me that they were so
scared. Laura took a deep breath and said, "Maybe you won't get
mad, mom. But you are going to be very disappointed in us and
that is what we fear most. But I'll tell you why we are so
embarrassed."

I held my hand up and said, "Wait a second." 

I went into the kitchen and got two more glasses and went back
out and sat down. I invited Phil to sit down and I poured them
each a half a glass of wine. I pushed the glasses over to them
and said, "Here you go, truth serum."

Laura smiled and took a small sip. Phil watched her and then he
tried it too. He turned up his nose and said, "Yuck! That's
awful!"

I laughed and said, "Sip it slow. After a couple of sips it kind
of grows on you. But don't expect too much. It was the cheapest
bottle I could find."

Laura took another sip and said, "This morning, after you went to
work, Phil and I were sitting at the table. We talk a lot more
now that we don't have TV or music but this morning he wasn't
talking. I finally got him to tell me what was wrong and first he
apologized again for last night. I don't blame him of course. I
was embarrassed that he had seen me naked and put his finger
inside of me but it wasn't his fault and it was obvious that he
felt bad about it."

"We talked about it for a few minutes and the conversation just
kept expanding. He had a lot of questions, a lot of them I could
only guess at. But we have gotten pretty close lately and we
tried to be honest with each other."

I asked her, "What kind of questions?"

She blushed again and replied, "Questions about girls and about
sex and...and things like that."

I reached across the table and squeezed her hand and said, "You
are sure catching a lot of crap for a fifteen year old. I'm sorry
honey."

She shrugged and gave me a weak smile. She said, "I didn't mind.
Hell, I'm a virgin, I don't know much more than he does, not even
about girls!"

She sipped her wine and said, "We talked for a long time. We
talked about our bodies and our feelings and about what happened
last night."

I said, "It's only natural that you are curious. Is that what you
are uncomfortable about?"

There was a long pause and then Laura said, "We got undressed."

I tried to remain calm. I tried not to change my expression. I
tried not to cry because whatever had happened was a direct
result of what happened last night. I prayed that they had not
had sex but if they had I suppose that I had myself to blame.

Laura gave me a wry grin and asked, "Should I wait for the
explosion?"

I smiled weakly and said, "I think my heart is still beating.
Please continue."

She asked, "Would it make this any easier if I gave away the
ending? We didn't have sex if that is what you are afraid of."

I smiled and said, "It was a concern."

Laura said, "We both had questions. I had never seen a naked man
before last night and Phil had never seen a naked girl. We both
wanted to know more about the opposite sex. We looked at each
other and we touched a little."

There was a long pause and then she turned an even deeper shade
of red and said, "And we masturbated."

Phil exclaimed, "Laura! Did you have to tell her that?!"

I couldn't help it. I laughed right out loud. 

They looked at me like I was crazy but I was relieved. I would
rather that last night never happened and that what they did
never happened. But I could understand their curiosity and I was
so damned relieved that they hadn't had intercourse."

My reaction seemed to put them at ease, at least a little bit.
They looked at each other and I noted that they seemed
comfortable with each other. That was reassuring.

I asked, "Did you get all of your questions answered?"

"Mostly," Phil said.

I smiled at him and took another sip of my wine. I asked, "What
didn't you learn that still concerns you?"

Laura replied, "I still have questions about birth control and
losing my virginity and about some parts of my body. I still have
questions about guys too."

She paused for a long time before she said, "And I'm curious
about what you did last night."

I asked, "What about you Phil? Do you have questions?"

He nodded. Then he said, "Yeah, but I don't know if I have the
nerve to ask them."

I drank the last of my wine and said, "It looks like we need to
have a long talk. But I had a horrible day yesterday and today
wasn't much better. I am exhausted and I am going to bed. I
promise you that tomorrow morning I will answer every question
that I am able to as honestly as I am able to. Then if you still
have questions and I can't answer them I will find someone who
can. Is that a deal?"

They shook their heads and I handed the wine bottle back to Phil
and said, "Go put the cork back in this and finish cleaning up
sweetheart. And thank you for waking me up this morning. I never
heard the alarm."

He grinned and said, "It was my pleasure mom."

I laughed and said, "I don't doubt it for a minute."

I went around the table and kissed my wonderful children and
started for my room. As I walked away Laura sniffed and asked,
"What's that smell?!"

I answered, "That's one of those questions you need to ask
tomorrow."

I brushed my teeth and went to bed, in the nude again. Two nights
in a row! I hadn't done that since the kids were about two and
three. I missed it.

I slept like a log that night. When you work as hard as I do and
you only get one day off a week it's bad enough. But when you add
in the things that have happened to me in the last couple of days
on top of all the things I had to deal with since my husband had
his brain fart, my mind was truly exhausted. My mind was much
worse off than my body. I was emotionally and mentally at the end
of my rope.

I awoke late in the morning and lay in bed with my eyes closed. I
had remembered what I was going to have to deal with when I got
up and I wasn't looking forward to it. Sex education was not my
best subject.

I sat up in bed and sat on the edge of the bed for a minute. I
noticed that my thighs and my pubic area were covered with white
flakes. I don't know why I didn't realize it last night but I
don't think that I would have bothered with it if I had. I
glanced at my clock and I was surprised to see that it was almost
eleven in the morning. I had slept for almost fifteen hours. I
was a little groggy but I felt much better.

I got up and put my robe on. I started for the kitchen but I
noticed that my door wasn't shut all the way. That was curious. I
couldn't help wondering if I had left it ajar. I was so tired
last night that it was possible. The other possibility was that
Phil had come into my room again. Yup, I had some splainin' to do
after my shower.

I went out to the kitchen and put the coffee on and said good
morning to the kids. It looked like Phil was having a problem
looking me in the eye again but I didn't want to make a big deal
out of it. I was worried enough about what he was picking up
because of my freaky new life. I didn't want him to be any more
brain damaged than the average teenage boy.

I put the oven on warm and asked Laura to make toast and then I
took a long, hot shower.

I dried off quickly and put my robe back on. Then I went back out
to the kitchen to make breakfast. I was pleased to find that
Laura had already made the bacon. I thanked her and took egg
orders.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and added a little sugar. I took
a sip and it was so good it was almost sexual! I was halfway
through the first cup before I could put it down and make the
eggs. A person should only have to go so long between cups of
coffee.

I made the eggs and we ate breakfast like regular people for a
change. It was just a simple breakfast of bacon and eggs but it
had been a long time since we had been able to afford that.

I cleaned up the table after a quiet breakfast. I cleaned up the
kitchen. I took my time. I was in no hurry to have a nice long
talk with my kids about sex. Finally I had no excuses. I poured
myself another cup of coffee and went back out to the table and
sat down. 

I saw that the kids were both uncomfortable. More uncomfortable
than they had been last night. I guess that sex is harder to
discuss when the sun is out. I had no way to hide from this
discussion though. We had no television and there was no
newspaper for me to bury my head in. And since I didn't doubt for
a moment that Mr. Rossi had plans for my daughter, or at the very
least for me that would involve my daughter and would be
witnessed by my son, I knew that we had to have this discussion.

The first topic was easy. Both kids already had a basic knowledge
of the subject of birth control. Actually, that was pretty much
all I had. I explained a little about menstrual cycles and
fertility but they knew most of that already. It was hard enough
having this discussion with my daughter. I was uncomfortable
having this talk with Phil and I had one more reason to be
furious with my husband. He should be here to have this talk with
his son.

The subject of virginity was a little more difficult. We talked a
little about the outmoded double standard that to some extent
still exists. They were both curious and Laura was concerned
about what it was like for a girl when she lost her virginity. I
told them what little I knew. I told them what it had been like
for me and what it had been like for some of my girlfriends. They
both found it hard to believe that in this day and age I had
never had sex with anyone but their father, at least not until
the night before last.

That led to a discussion of oral sex. They both thought it was
exciting. But they both thought that it was a bit demeaning for
the woman. I tried to explain that when you loved someone it was
exciting to give them that much pleasure. But I also tried to
make it clear that I was a little provincial when it came to sex
and that these days the attitudes about sex seemed to be more
free than the attitudes that I had been raised with.

They both had questions about sexual blackmail and rape. It was
disturbing to me that they had these questions but they were
aware that I was in this strange and vulnerable situation and I
tried to answer their questions. We talked about why I couldn't
go to the police and why I couldn't quit my job. It was, all in
all, a very depressing conversation. But I was afraid of what
they would be forced to see in the future and I wanted them to be
prepared. If kids can ever be prepared to see their mother
raped.

A little later we got dressed and walked up to the store. I
didn't like to let them go out alone in this neighborhood. We got
some milk and cereal and a few more cheap meals and I even bought
a twelve pack of soft drinks. They hadn't had a soda in more than
a month. I would rather they never drank soda but if I could have
coffee, well, what the hell. They didn't have a lot in their
lives. 

I thought about trying to get our TV out of the pawn shop. But
even if I could afford it we didn't have a car to get it and
bring it home in. I felt bad about them being locked up in the
apartment all summer with nothing to do. That probably goes a
long way towards explaining their little game of show and tell
yesterday. I really needed to find a better job and get the hell
out of this neighborhood.

The day went by pretty fast, even if we were trapped in our tiny
little apartment. At least no one was raping me or molesting the
kids. On Monday I went to work dreading what I knew would happen
when I got there. But at least I had had a day to recover and I
was well rested.

I set my alarm a half hour earlier and made sure that I got to
the bus stop before the worst part of rush hour. I was never
going to be late again if I could help it. I waited outside the
door until the other employees had all filed in and punched the
clock. As usual, Mr. Gant was standing in the hall watching us
all punch in. I tried to punch in and go to work like everyone
else but as soon as I punched in Mr. Gant said, "Roberts. My
office."

I hated it but I wasn't surprised. It was awful that I had to
allow him to treat me like this. But it was even worse that all
of the people that I worked with knew about it. There was no
doubt in their minds why I was being ordered to his office. I was
now the office slut. I thought about that note in my pay
envelope. I was a whore. I was a whore against my will. But I was
letting those men have sex with me and they were paying me to do
it. Even if it was rape, I was a whore now.

I edged past Mr. Gant and went down to the supervisor's office. I
heard some of the women snickering and whispering as if I were
doing this of my own free will. I wanted to scream at them, or to
explain. But to them I was just the bank robber's wife who was a
slut and whatever happened to me I had it coming.

I was startled when I entered the office. I had forgotten about
Mr. Rove. I don't know how the hell I could have done that. I
just thought that I would have to service Mr. Gant's little dick
and go to work.

I entered the office and stood just inside the door. Mr. Rove
said, "There is no sense in you just standing there you stupid
cunt. You know why you are here. From now on you can expect to
come in here the first thing every morning. You know what you are
here for. You come in and you strip. It's all just part of your
new job."

I knew that I would never get used to this. But I still
remembered vividly that first time, here and later at my
apartment. I didn't think it would ever be that traumatic again.

I stood inside the door and removed my blouse. I dropped it on a
nearby chair and then I slid my sneakers off and pulled my pants
off. When I was naked he called me over to his seat and he played
with my pussy for a few minutes. 

He admired my body while he played with my pussy. He tugged at my
pubic hair and said, "I'm thinking that this should go. I think I
want to see what you look like without it."

I nodded my head and said, "Yes sir. I'll shave it off tonight."

He smiled and said, "Good girl. I like your attitude." 

His finger continued to tease my pussy. He was being much gentler
than he had been the first time. I was dismayed that it was
actually starting to feel kind of nice. I had mixed emotions
about that. The rapes that I was about to have to endure would be
much easier if my pussy would start to lubricate. But I was
horrified by the idea that they might think I was enjoying what
they were doing to me.

Mr. Gant came in and shut the office door and went over to his
desk. He leaned against it and watched Mr. Rove toying with my
pussy. 

Mr. Rove smiled and said, "Mr. Gant has suggested that you start
wearing dresses and skirts to work. I imagine it would be hard to
maintain your modesty out there on the workroom floor in a short
skirt. All of that bending and lifting and reaching. That would
be pretty embarrassing, wouldn't it?"

I dreaded where this was going. I quietly answered, "Yes sir."

He smiled as his finger began to gently move in and out of my
pussy and his thumb circled around my clit. He may not be the
most sensitive lover in town but he seemed to realize that what
he was doing was getting to me.

He watched me for a moment longer and then he said, "My first
inclination was to say no to that idea. The reason that women
aren't allowed to wear skirts and dresses on the floor is not
just for modesty's sake. It is a safety hazard. But I think that
we might make an exception in your case. Your co-workers already
know that you are the office slut now. There is no reason for you
to be concerned with your modesty. And Mr. Gant can speak with
the floor supervisor and make sure that you are kept away from
machinery that would make wearing a loose fitting garment
hazardous. Knowing Mrs. Clark the way I do I think she'd get a
kick out of it. She hates sluts and likes to see them get what's
coming to them. It satisfies her sense of right and wrong."

He paused and said, "I do believe your cunt is getting wet
Roberts. Don't tell me you are starting to like your new job
already?!"

He and Mr. Gant both chuckled derisively and then he said, "I
think we'll try it for a week and see how it goes. Starting
tomorrow I want you to wear short skirts and dresses to work."

I started to panic again. I said, "Mr. Rove, please sir. I don't
have any short skirts or dresses. I've never worn them. And I
don't have any money to buy clothes. You know how I live!"

The tears were starting again and I think that may have been his
goal. He looked so pleased with himself. 

He stood up and pushed me over Mr. Gant's desk. I heard the
rustle of clothing and then I felt his fat cock being pushed into
my pussy. I had closed my eyes when he forced me down over the
desk but Mr. Gant lifted my head and sternly commanded that I
open my eyes and look at him while Mr. Rove penetrate me.

His face was glowing as he stared at me, enjoying my rape nearly
as much as Mr. Rove was.

Mr. Rove slid his cock into me and I was embarrassed at how
easily it went in. My pussy had gotten wet while he played with
me. I knew what he must think and I wanted to scream at him that
I wasn't turned on. It was just my body reacting to stimulation.
But it didn't really matter now.

While he was slowly pumping his large cock into me he said, "I'll
give you a few bucks after I fuck you. That's what you do with
whores. You fuck them and you give them money. After work you can
go to the thrift shop down the street and pick up a couple of
outfits. I think you know the look I'm going for. Just keep in
mind that if I'm not satisfied that you look like the company
whore then I'll pick your next outfits. I am pretty certain that
you wouldn't like what I pick. Believe it or not I have a pretty
dirty mind."

I mumbled, "Yes sir." Then I tried to make my mind go blank as I
stared into Mr. Gant's cold eyes.

Mr. Rove began to fuck me harder. He stopped talking and gripped
my hips and began to slam his cock into me. While he fucked me,
Mr. Gant smiled down at me and said, "I was disappointed to see
you here on time today Roberts. I really enjoyed watching the
boys fuck you on Saturday. They seemed to enjoy it too. They are
really looking forward to the next time you are late."

I had tried to put that experience out of my mind. As horrible as
the things that happened to me here in this office were, it was
even more humiliating that I had been forced to allow my
co-workers to rape me. Mr. Gant saw it in my eyes too. His evil
grin got wider and he leaned down and licked my face like a dog.
Then he whispered right in my ear, "Don't worry cunt. I'm sure
there will be a next time. Hell, I'm surprised you weren't ten
minutes late on purpose. How about that cunt? Would you like me
to call ten of the men you work with in here so that you could
have a good old fashioned gangbang?"

I whispered, "No sir. I wouldn't like that."

He chuckled and said, "I would. I've got a hard on just thinking
about it."

Mr. Rove began to ram his cock into me with increased violence
and I knew that it was almost over. His hands began to squeeze my
ass and just before he came he started slapping my ass. He was
hitting me very hard. Those weren't love taps. I started crying
out in pain and I'm almost positive that it was my cries of pain
that pushed him over the edge. He buried his cock in my pussy and
ground his stomach against my ass and groaned in pleasure as he
filled me with his warm slime.

Mr. Gant finally released my hair and stood up. Mr. Rove backed
away and I felt Mr. Gant's smaller cock enter me as soon as the
path was clear. I thought that he was going to fuck my pussy this
time but he was only getting his cock wet with Mr. Rove's cum. 

He stroked his cock into me a couple of times and then he pulled
out and spread the cheeks of my ass open. I felt his cock poking
against my ass again and soon it was being forced into me to the
hilt. It hurt, even if it was smaller than the other cocks I was
forced to submit to. I tried not to but I found myself tightening
up and crying out in pain as he fucked me. Mr. Rove watched him
for a minute and then said, "One of these days I'm going to have
to give that ass a try."

He came around the desk then and I was forced to suck his nasty
cock clean. I had done this so often now that it didn't even make
me gag anymore. It was nasty and disgusting but I'm sorry to say
that I was getting used to it.

When he was satisfied that I had cleaned him adequately, Mr. Rove
stepped back and pulled his pants back up. Before he had them
securely fastened Mr. Gant had cum in my ass. They changed places
again and while I sucked Mr. Gant's cock clean, Mr. Rove spread
the cheeks of my ass and examined my asshole. I don't know what
he was looking for. He didn't say anything. 

I was allowed to stand up and dress after I cleaned Mr. Gant's
cock. While I was dressing Mr. Rove pulled out his wallet and
handed me a fifty dollar bill. He said, "That should be enough
for you to buy five cheap, slutty outfits at the thrift shop.
Don't disappoint me bitch."

Mr. Gant said, "Okay bitch, fun time is over. Get to work. You
will be working a double shift tomorrow to make up for taking
Saturday off."

I was actually relieved to hear that. They had given me the
impression that they weren't going to let me make up the hours I
would miss when I took Saturday off to visit Mike. I was afraid
that I was going to be skipping meals again. Now it looked like
we would at least be able to afford to eat. It was poverty
cuisine. But I hated going to bed hunger. 

I wasn't looking forward to having to work though. And I was
especially worried about Mr. Rossi. He was the cruelest of the
three men and I worried about him now that he had seen Laura. She
was only fifteen but she was a beautiful young girl and she was
starting to look very sexy. I didn't want that pervert anywhere
near her.

They dismissed me and I went out and reported to Mrs. Clark, the
floor supervisor. She sniffed as I approached and that
disapproving look on her face said it all. She could undoubtedly
smell the cum dripping down my leg and moistening the crotch of
my pants. She glared at me and I heard her exclaim under her
breath, "Slut!"

She sniffed loudly as I stood in front of her. I saw that she
detected the smell of cum. I knew that I reeked of it again. She
smiled and asked, "Has it been a long time since you've seen your
poor husband Roberts?"

I got the point. But there was no sense in having this discussion
with her. She wouldn't understand and if she did she wouldn't
care. She gave me one last dirty look and pointed out where I was
to work today. I noticed that I was getting all the nastiest jobs
now. But at least today I hadn't had to let three of my
co-workers rape me and the backlog on my position wasn't as bad.
I still ended up working through my lunch hour but it wasn't as
bad as it had been on Saturday. 

We had to wait on the floor for the next shift to come in at
quitting time. My replacement came in and took over and I hurried
out. Mr. Rossi was standing by the time clock when I punched out.
He was leering at me openly, ignoring the others that were
leaving. I expected him to order me into his office before I left
but he just smiled and said, "Your ass is mine tomorrow, bitch. I
was so horny thinking about you yesterday that I had to fuck my
wife. You are going to have to make that up to me."

He pushed away from the wall and walked past me, his shoulder
brushed up against me roughly as he went by and out onto the work
floor. I hurried out and went down the street to the thrift
shop.

I had never been inside before. It has been years since I could
afford new clothes. Whenever we could afford to buy a few
articles of clothing we had always been forced to spend it on
clothing our rapidly growing kids. 

I stopped inside the door and looked around. There were a half
dozen other people looking around. They ignored me and I headed
for the racks of dresses. I was really surprised at some of the
things that I found. There were some really nice clothes for sale
and the prices were amazing. I found a beautiful sundress that
still had the tags on it for two dollars! It wasn't slutty enough
to please my bosses but I decided to get it anyway. 

I didn't have any trouble finding the kinds of clothing that Mr.
Rove wanted me to buy. The racks were full of the kinds of
clothes that you would expect to find on street walkers. But
then, I'm a whore now too. Perhaps I shouldn't be looking down on
those women.

I tried to be practical in my decisions. I reasoned that since I
would be getting out of my clothes fairly often it would be to my
advantage to buy one piece outfits that would be easy to get in
and out of. I ruled out anything that wasn't at least four inches
above my knees and dresses that exposed too much cleavage went to
the front of the line. I had no trouble selecting five outfits,
plus the one nice dress I had found. I added up the total in my
head and it came to only twenty-four dollars! That left
twenty-six dollars to add to my budge for food and bill paying.

I headed for the checkout with my selections but something caught
my eye. It was a small portable color TV with a built in radio.
It was the kind of thing that people used for a back up when the
power went out during a storm or for camping. It could run off of
batteries and it only had a four inch screen. They only wanted
twenty dollars for it and it was small enough that I could carry
it home on the bus.

The clerk helped me make sure that it worked and I paid her for
the TV and the clothes and went home. 

When I got home I was forced to explain how I came into
possession of the little TV and the new outfits. The implications
of the new clothes weren't lost on them but they were excited
about being able to watch TV again. It must be a real bitch being
trapped in this apartment all day without even a radio.

I changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and made supper. I
didn't put underwear on. I had stopped wearing it even at home
now. While we ate I asked them if there had been any further
sexual escapades that I should be aware of. They were embarrassed
that I had brought it up again but they had promised to behave.

Laura hesitantly asked about work. She was curious about what
they did to me, about what it was like for me to be a virtual sex
slave to men that I hated.

It was my turn to blush. She and Phil were watching me, waiting
for some kind of answer. Finally I said, "You don't want to hear
about that and it makes me uncomfortable to talk about it. Try
not to think about it. That's what I do."

But the subject wasn't closed. Phil said, "Mom, it's all that we
think about. It's what we think about all day alone in this
crummy apartment with nothing to do. We worry about you and the
things that you have to do just to get by."

I sighed and responded, "I understand that Phil. But the things
you are asking about, they aren't the kinds of things that a
mother can share with her children. There is enough humiliation
in my life now without having to bare my soul to you two. It
would be far better if you try not to think about what I have to
do. You would grow up healthier not even knowing that situations
like mine exist. I am most furious with Mr. Rossi for dragging
you two into this. What he did was unforgiveable."

There was silence for a moment and then Laura said, "It's all
that we think about. All day long we worry about you."

I smiled and said, "Well now you can sit side by side and watch
soap operas on a tiny TV. But keep your eye on your horny little
brother Laura. I hear they are pretty racy."

I wanted to do a couple of loads of laundry that night so I
gathered up the dirty clothes and my new outfits and sorted them
out. I put them in a basket and grabbed a handful of quarters
from my stash on the dresser. I had tried letting the kids do
laundry not long after we moved in. There was a laundry room
downstairs at the end of the building. But I went down to check
on them and a couple of perverts were in there giving them a hard
time. I had arrived just in time to scare them off before things
started to get out of hand.

I went down and started my two loads of wash and I was fortunate
enough to find a newspaper that someone had left behind. I turned
right to the want ads and looked for any job that I might be able
to get. Anything to get away from where I was working now. But as
usual, if I didn't want to be a stripper I was out of luck. There
was just no work to be had in this town. Up until Mike got put
away and I became the company slut I had counted myself lucky to
have my job. I hated it. I had kept my eye out for something
better. But at least I was working and a lot of people couldn't
say that.

When the washers stopped I put the clothes in a dryer and started
reading the news section of the paper. I had just started when I
heard someone come in. It was three punk kids. They had probably
hoped to find the place empty so that they could break into the
machines and get the coins out.

They made a few rude remarks to themselves about me and walked
around checking all of the coin returns in the small room. One of
them came over and leaned against the wall next to me and started
making comments. He seemed to think himself pretty witty. His
snide comments were full of double entendres. His friends were
amused. I found that I wasn't as shocked and upset as I would
have been a few days ago. Not until he leaned over and put his
face right next to mine and asked me what I was reading. 

I struggled to get to my feet and demanded that he and his
friends get the hell out of there before I called a cop. That was
a stupid thing to say. The only phone around here was locked up
in the manager's office. I didn't have a purse so they knew I had
no cell phone. They just sneered at me and said, "Go ahead
sweetheart. Call the cops. We'll wait right here."

I was getting scared and I felt trapped and helpless once again.
I was starting to really hate that feeling. They were all just
boys. They were probably my daughter's age. The boy that was
causing all the trouble backed me up against the folding table
and leered at me. His eyes traveled down to my chest and he
asked, "What's your name darling?"

I answered with as much false bravado as I could summon up, "That
is none of your damned business. Get out of here and leave me
alone!"

I was trying not to show them how afraid I was. It wasn't
working.

He leaned forward and his lower body was now pressed up against
me. He reached out and traced a line down my neck with his dirty
fingernail and responded, "That's an awfully long name."

He looked down at my chest again and said, "I was also wondering
what your bra size was. I don't want to give you a big head or
anything but I think you have a very nice set of tits for an old
broad."

His friends were standing close on either side of me and watching
with amusement. I was trapped and getting more afraid as each
moment passed. After everything that happened to me it looked
like now I was going to be raped by three teens in the laundry
room!

That brings us back to my bitch-slap theory.

I tried pushing him away but his friends reached out and held my
arms out of the way while he traced my breasts through my shirt.
I struggled briefly but I couldn't move. The three boys leered at
me and the one who seemed to be in charge said, "Hey guys! My new
girlfriend here isn't wearing a bra! These feel like some pretty
nice tits."

The kid my right said, "Yeah? Let's see!"

The punk that was the instigator of all this stared into my eyes
as he reached down and slowly lifted my shirt up over my breasts.
Then all three of them stared at my exposed tits. The leader
reached out and cupped them in his hands and said, "Not bad!" 

Then he asked, "What size did you say these were darling? I must
have missed that."

I tried pulling away again and they just laughed. I felt fingers
working on the button of my shorts and I shook my head and
pleaded, "No, please don't do this. Leave me alone!"

The boys just grinned and my shorts were half way undone when the
door flew open and a man yelled, "Let that girl alone you fucking
punks!"

The leader of the little threesome swore and they turned to face
the man that had just barged in and spoiled there fun. They
dismissed any ideas they might have had of chasing him away when
they saw him. He was large and fit and did not look like someone
that you would mess with. 

They scrambled for the door and I hurriedly put my clothes back
in order. He came over and asked, "Are you okay miss?"

I wiped my eyes. I had started crying but I think it was just
from the relief of being saved, just this once. I thanked him and
wiped my eyes. He smiled a friendly smile and shook his head. He
said sadly, "This used to be a nice place for people without a
lot of money to live. Now it ain't safe for a woman to go out at
night around here. I'm sorry for you miss. You shouldn't have to
live like this."

He seemed so sweet. It had been a long time since anyone had been
nice to me. I thanked him and even gave him a kiss on the cheek.
He was a nice older gentleman. It was refreshing to find someone
like him after all I had been through. 

He touched his fingers to his cheek and smiled and whispered,
"Don't worry miss. I won't tell my wife about that."

He went back outside and picked up his own laundry basket. He
came in and started doing laundry and we talked until my clothes
were dry. He was a funny, sweet old guy and I enjoyed his
company. I thanked him again and went back to my apartment. 

The kids were crowded together on the couch staring at the TV. I
just shook my head and went to my room and hung up the clothes. I
would have to finish the laundry tomorrow. It would have been
safer to do it now while my new friend was down there but it was
getting late. I selected a dress to wear tomorrow and tried it
on. I hadn't tried them on at the store. 

I realized when I had the dress on that it was just what Mr. Rove
had in mind. The skirt was going to be a real problem at work
tomorrow. I would have to be very careful bending down when I was
working. It was about six inches above my knees. It was a
colorful sundress with a flirty skirt that was prone to showing
more of my legs than I was comfortable with. The top was scooped,
leaving a lot of cleavage exposed. 

I didn't have any problems imagining how my three supervisors
were going to react. And I was sure that the men on the work
floor would enjoy it too. I had almost reached the point that I
didn't care about that so much as I did about the way the other
women were going look down on me, especially Mrs. Clark. 

I used to get along well with the people that I worked with. Many
of them were very sympathetic when my husband had been arrested.
Now they all looked down on me and made snide remarks behind my
back. And I suppose that I couldn't blame them. I had a pretty
low opinion of women like me too.

My dire thoughts and imaginings were interrupted by a knock on my
bedroom door. I looked around and Laura was opening the door. She
saw my new outfit and her eyes got big. She smiled ruefully and
said, "Wow mom! You look hot!"

I saw Phil push her aside and he said, "Let me see!" as he poked
his head in. He got an expression on his face that was very much
like the one I had seen when he woke me up Saturday morning and I
had been lying nude on top of my covers. He breathlessly
exclaimed, "Damn!"

Laura rolled her eyes and said, "Phil! For god's sake! She's your
mom!"

He shrugged and responded, "Yeah, I know. And I've seen her
naked. But look at her. She IS hot!"

Laura exclaimed, "Boys!"

I smiled and asked them what they wanted. Laura said, "We were
just going to bed. I wanted to say goodnight."

I went over and gave them both a kiss and said goodnight. Phil
gave me one last look and shook his head and went to his room.

I undressed and hung up my new dress. Then I put my robe on and
went to the bathroom. I washed up and brushed my teeth and went
to bed. It was getting warmer everyday it seemed like and the old
air conditioners in these apartments were getting old and tired.
I made certain that my door was closed and I peeled back the
covers, double checked my alarm and lay on top of the sheets and
tried to clear my mind so that I could go to sleep. I knew that
tomorrow was going to be a hard day and I dreaded it.

I awoke in the morning with plenty of time to get ready for work.
I even had time for breakfast but I decided to hoard my coffee
since I didn't know how long it would be before I could afford
more. And I left the bacon and eggs for the kids. I didn't like
to eat in the morning anyway.

I went to my bedroom door and it was pulled closed but it wasn't
latched! I distinctly remembered closing it when I went to bed. I
had made a point of it! I hated to do it but it looked like I was
going to have to have another talk with Phil.

I tried to be as quiet as possible. I always tried not to wake
the kids during the summer. I took a shower. I was half way done
when I remembered that I had to shave my pubic hair off. I shut
the water off, cut my hair back with scissors and then shaved the
stubble. I hated the look, it was so...bare! I thought that it
looked vulgar. I brushed my hair and put it up as usual and
returned to my room and got dressed. I felt even more exposed
without my hair, silly as that sounds. 

I headed for the bus stop. There was a big difference between
wearing this dress in my bedroom and wearing it outside. I felt
like I was half naked! Never mind that a woman my age had no
business in a dress like this. I was forced to carry a small
purse because I had no pockets. That left me with only one hand
with which to keep batting my skirt down when the wind began to
pick it up. It wasn't that long before I was not the only one in
town that knew I wasn't wearing underwear.

I struggled with it all the way to the bus stop and I entertained
quite a few people before the bus arrived. I noticed that a lot
of the men held back as I climbed on the bus. I tried not to
think how much of me they might have seen when I climbed the
stairs to get on the bus.

I learned something about human nature once the bus started
moving. It was rush hour and the bus was packed. There were no
seats and I was forced to hold onto a grab-bar and stand wedged
between several men as the bus rocked down the road, stopping and
starting frequently. I was aware that reaching up to hold onto
the bar would raise my skirt up higher but I had no choice. I
couldn't get to one of the vertical poles. They were already
taken.

It wasn't long at all before I began to feel fingers on my
exposed legs. I tried to move away at first. But I couldn't move
more than a few inches. I tried to look around and discover who
was touching me, hoping that a dirty look would discourage them.
But everyone was facing front or staring out the window or just
staring off into space to avoid looking at their fellow
commuters. 

I couldn't believe that someone would take such liberties just
because I was wearing a dress! Women had been wearing dresses and
skirts since shortly after they stopped wearing fur and living in
caves. But I realized that it wasn't just that I was wearing a
dress. I was wearing a dangerously shor