Mary and Frank Swank were the living the current version of the good life.

They live in a large, luxurious house, in a fashionable suburb, with all the trimmings of our modern comfortable living. His and her Porsches, all the latest electronic gadgets, a holiday home to get away from it all, in the summers, etc. Yes they had it all! They shared all this luxury with only their pet cat, (Dogs were just too much trouble.) Missy!

Frank was a 28 year old, 6ft tall, somewhat slim, fellow, but as he did not have the time to work out, he was developing a bit of a beer gut as of late. His brown hair, stylishly cut every 3 weeks, was thinning somewhat in the back. He wore the latest twist frame glasses to correct his near-sightness, and only the latest cut clothes. He was though, of mild, almost timid disposition, but had worked his way into a senior position in a bank, and with his newly achieved MBA, expected for a VP some day soon.

Mornings he commuted to Gothen city from a subway station, almost every day. Often he worked late into the night. (Although some evenings, he was working at finding some strange pussy . for variety . You know . MEN!)

Mary, the dutiful wife, was 26. She taught in a local grammar school. She was about 5'5", and less than 110 pounds, with very nice tits for her body size, (her best feature), buxom ass, with shoulder length, coal black, hair, (Kept in a pixie cut.). Generally you would say, she had a nice firm 35B-24-34 figure. The firm breasts that stuck, right out there, attracting a lot of male attention, where ever she was out and about in public.

All in all, Mary was a very well respected member of the local community, having worked with many volunteer children's groups.

Yes Frank and Mary, were the antipathies of modern, college educated, upwardly mobile, couples, everywhere. They had been married for 3 years but as they had no time or desire, had no children. They decided that they their time would be better spent, furthering their careers, for now.

As Frank was in private business, he was the more successful of the couple, but Mary had a solid position in the community.

Their life was the modern dream . except for their sex life.

True, it had begun in bouts of white hot passion, but lately, with the advance of time, it seemed to be reaching a routine predictable, tired stage. It's frequency has fallen to once or at the most, twice a week. Mary who had pretended to be a virgin in their early days, flatly refused most variations, like oral sex with her husband. (Actually she had tried it with one of her former boy friends and was disgusted when he called her a 'Cocksucker'. She had resolved then to never do it again.)

During one of their infrequent love making sessions, Frank had whispered in Mary's ear about, maybe involving another young couple . to spice up their sex sessions.

This excited Mary to such passion, it alone causing her to have a very violent orgasm. (The idea of someone strange joining in . discretely . really turned the now staid housewife on!)

In his quest for greater stimulation Frank frequented shops by the subway station down town and usually purchased a 'dirty books' or two, that turned him on with it's lurid tails of 'kinky' sex.

This disgusted Mary, but he needed it, and for him sex more than once a week. She just endured and forgot her passion in her work.

On a Friday in May his eyes showed him that fateful issue of 'COUPLINGS' magazine.

After perusing it for a few minutes he decided he would need this magazine for his cum, tonight. After paying for it, he shoved it deep into his inside jacket pocket, so as not to be seen as a pervert, as he made his way back to the station, or on the train. While waiting on the platform for his train and after assuring himself, he was not being observed, he cautiously removed the magazine from his pocket and began to scanned through the magazines many pages of adds.

It was a typical magazine, for people seeking to find partners, and other couples to include in their sexual games. This magazine also had a few colored pictures of naked men and women, over a few lines stating their desires and preferences. These seemed too outlandish for he and Mary, so he rejected them immediately. But their were still many other advertisements to peruse. Taking out his gold pen he marked several of them that were titillating, to him.

When his train pulled into the station, he quickly shoved the magazine inside his coat pocket again and climbed aboard for the long crowded trip back to his stop, and home. The train was crowded, as expected, and he had to stand up jammed in between a couple of fat men and a truly ugly old woman, all the way home. But he kept thinking of those people and adds in the magazine.

Mary had given up waiting for him tonight and eaten her supper alone.

When Frank arrived home, he had to microwave his own meal for a few minutes before joining Jenny in the living room in front of the television.

They chatted about their respective days. Almost as an after thought Frank told Mary about the 'COUPLINGS' magazine. He felt he would try again to share it with her.

Mary was really not that interested, but Frank tried the tack 'that they needed to expand their circle of friends' gambit, and besides, some of the advertisements appeared to be from other couples like then, and not just hardened swingers. Some even claimed they would be, apparently, satisfied with just innocent friendships.

Skeptically Mary looked through the magazine, but felt very uneasy when faced with the naked pictures. There were however, 3 advertisements that her husband, Frank had marked, which appeared to be from genuine first timers, couples like themselves.

Limiting their discussions to these, Mary rejected all the rest of the adds in the magazine.

Both of them were genuinely uneasy about the possibly being discovered by someone that they might know in their jobs or family. However, their fears were assuaged when they saw, that they would be able to use an anonymous 'BOX NUMBERS', provided at the magazine for a minimum cost to explore the other couples adds and replies.

After their discussions, of the 3 adds, only 2 seemed to be in a 40-60 miles radius of their home town.

These two if genuine, would be perfect for them, they thought. Both couples were near enough to travel to, easily, but far enough away, to protect their real identities.

So that very evening Frank and Mary composed an answer letter on their home PC. They enclosed copies of it in the dual envelopes as described in the magazine, to be forwarded to the addressed to the two different add boxes that they wanted to find out more from. Then together with a check for the necessary payment to open a box they sent all the envelopes, and the check to the magazine in one large envelope.

In the answer letters they had changed their names to Don and Janet Smith. In their letter they told the advertisers, that they lived in another town close by their own real home.

Frank took the large envelope to the postal box at the sub way station the next morning. As he was about to put the envelope in the box, he hesitated, but then he thought, hell they could all ways just ignore the replies, if they got any.

Frank checked the mail intensely, for the next few days. Nothing!

Finally he worked out, the time it would take for the mail to get to the magazine. (Say two days at the outside.) Then allowing for the time the magazine took to mail out their letters to the advertiser. (Say a day or so.) For the advertiser to reply. (Say two days.) Then magazine again to box no . to box no and mail again to him and he realized that one week was not a reasonable time to expect a reply.

Nothing happened until the 10th day. When he arrived home Frank found in their homes mail a large brown envelope from 'COUPLINGS' magazine.

Inside it were, 2 replies to the letters they had sent out.

Anxiously the couple tore open the large envelope. Inside they found the 2 smaller envelopes which were the replies. Dinner could wait! Anxious they each took an envelope and read it's letter. Then they exchanged letters.

As they looked over the replies, the first one appeared to be from a really hardened swinger couple, who seemed to be demanding a phone number for an immediate meeting. This one they rejected. These people were way too much for them. This frank demand scared them!

However the second was from a Bob and Samantha Johns. They were a couple very much like themselves. They had included a nice fully clothed photo of themselves, standing in front of a well kept large house in a nearby suburb. They wrote in friendly terms of their lives and work. They appeared to be very friendly. Fred and Mary decided to reply to them for a while to see if these people were worth their time. Who knows they might become good 'friends'.

Over the next few weeks more and more letters were exchanged, eavh through the magazines anonymous 'box' system, each one becoming a little bit more sexually explicit than the last.

Each letter read anxiously, by Frank and Mary. Each letter caused them each to nurture their fantasizes about a meeting. Maybe they would extend their own love making to include some other couple.

Just this idea caused a marked improvement in quality and frequency of their own sexual encounters. Each letter acted like a catalyst in their sex lives.

By the fourth letter, Frank and Mary were comfortable enough, to suggest a meeting with Bob and Samantha, on a social level, a get acquainted meeting. So with their next letter they asked for a social meeting, say at a public restaurant or some other public place.

The reply from Bob and Samantha was a little beyond their idea. The other couple shocked them! It went beyond their idea. It was not quit what our young couple had expected.

Inside the envelope were, several pictures of Bob and Samantha. All showed their new friends, smiling and standing in front of the camera's lens NAKED!

The accompanying letter stated that although they wanted to meet Frank and Mary, they had met a lot of other couples, that had disappointed them. These other couples had proved to be 'time wasters'.

Therefore in order to show their sincerity, Frank and Mary were to write a very explicit letter, delineating their own desires and requesting a meeting. Also they were to include a few nude photos of themselves, clearly showing their faces, and forms.

Frank and Mary were slightly shocked by this. If this had been the first letter they received, then they would surely have forgotten the whole thing, and thrown it away. But now?

What could it hurt? After all the other couple had shown themselves, first, and made their wants known.

They discussed their reply and decided to proceed carefully.

Finally they decided that, as Bob and Samantha did not really know who they were (they had disguised their identities, and where they lived), they would risk it. It would be an experience, and they would be able to get out with no exposure to their private lives.

Only one meeting, in a public place, and then they could still forget the whole thing if they didn't feel comfortable with this new couple.

So that evening, after their showers, before they turned in, they each took a digital picture of each other, naked. They were kind 'a of nervous, and when they digital pictures were printed, the pictures showed it. The pictures were cold and matter of fact, but they would have to do. They would never think of going to a photographer for this purpose.

Further Bob on the back of his photo, had written a request that 'Janet' should hand write a reply to him with her desires. He wrote he wanted to suck her tits into his mouth, on his own nude picture.

Mary did the best she could. Writing on the back of her nude photo, she expressed really looking forward to receiving that hard cock in Bob's picture.

'Don' wrote on the back of his own nude photo, that he was really looking forward to screwing Samantha. She has written a 'looking forward to a nice long screwing' on the back of her photo.

Then the young couple turned in and made love longer and harder then any time since their first weeks of intimacy. And that had been almost four years ago!

With not a little apprehension, Mary posted the letter with their nude pictures inside, to the box number in the magazine.

Then they both waited anxiously for a reply.

Three days later the letter arrived. Mary could not wait! She tore it open and read the contents. When her husband Frank arrived home, she could not help showing it to him, immediately! He hardly came inside their front door when Mary was holding the paper up before his eyes.

The letter, requested them to meet at Bob's favorite restaurant.

The address was in a town different from the one the other couple had claimed to reside in.

They were to meet there at 8 p.m. Saturday night for a quiet dinner and drinks.

Frank and Mary put this change of address down to the other couples wishing to be discrete also, a good sign. Bob suggested they dress casual and indicated that there would not be any required sex at this meeting.

This satisfied all their points of anxiety so they decided to attend.

Early Saturday afternoon the couple began to get ready for their fateful meeting. After all it was like a first date . for both of them.

Still determined to hide their true identities, they hid only one of their credit cards in their car's trunk. (It was to be used for emergencies, only, as it had their true names and could be traced back to the real identities.) Their other cards and identifications were hid in their roll top desk' 'secret' drawer.

To cover their part of the nights tab, they took 500 cash.

Frank wore some old brown trousers, an old jacket, a shirt without a tie and for whimsy, his pink shorts, covered with tiny gold hearts.

Mary wore an old bra and panties, shirt, sweatshirt, jeans, short socks and an old pair of flats. The idea of dressing up had crossed her mind but as this was only going to be a casual meal in a restaurant, she did not want to make any special effort. It would show she was anxious for sex, very unladylike.

Leaving their house in Frank's black Porsche, the young couple set out on their 40 mile journey to meet Bob and Samantha in the restaurant. Their apprehension and anxieties were at a high the likes of which they had never experienced together.

They apprehension was, like anyone goes through on a first date. Would their opposite number like them? Would the chemistry be there? Would anything go wrong?

They began to relax on the journey, by agreeing that if anytime happened that either of them were uncomfortable with, they would both just get up and leave. No-one would know who they really were. They could leave and that would be that.

Arriving at the town, they follow the directions given in Bob's letter.

Eventually they came to the proper street but, it was in a depressed run down area of the town, and the number, supposed to be the restaurant, appeared to be a run down three story, building with a broken fence, an untidy muddy front yard. The paint on this side of the house was pealing off all over.

Frank and Mary looked about nervously and then at each other.

"You must of gotten the wrong address? Ask someone if they know where the restaurant is." Mary demanded, of an exasperated Frank.

He wanted to drive around a little but she had this thing about getting directions.

Frank stuck his head out of the car window, and asked a young boy in raggedy jeans, leaning up against a street light smoking a cigarette.

At the mention of the restaurant's name, the boy smiled and directed them to the same building, but this time a small side entrance.

Frank drove his car to the next cross street and found the IT!

Sure enough, a faded sign above 'that door', proclaimed this to be the restaurant where they were to meet the other couple.

Frank parked the car, under a street light close by the building. When it was secured, the couple cautiously walked to the 'restaurant's' door.

Frank and Mary though that they must have the wrong restaurant and were just about to leave, when the large black man opened the door, and greeted them with a big smile.

"Yeah! What you 'll come on in? What ever you 'll want 'WE GOT'S IT!'"

"Um . we were just . ym . looking to meeting a Bob and Samantha . um Jones?" Frank announced "They were going to ."

"Oh yea . You the ones! They is waiting for ya . upstairs in the special room . up stairs. Come on, I 'se show ya."

An uneasy feeling caused the couple to try to edge, back away from the smiling black man, but a couple of rough looking skin heads appeared behind them. These young men's presence forced them to follow the large black man's retreating back as he advanced, up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs they were lead further down to the end of a long hall. There the smiling black man opened a massive door, and ushered them into a large room with a hodge poge of mis-matched furniture and a dirty rug. The black man and the skin heads followed them in, and now stood behind them forcing them over to a long table. Behind that sat a scruffy looking fat black man aged about 45. Another very hard looking younger black with a pencil thin moustache, wearing a sharp woolen suit stood behind the older man. Also in the room was a sofa on which 2 teenage black youths sat.

All these men and boys seemed to have nothing to do but watch the young couple and salivate.

Alarm bells immediately rang for both Frank and Mary. They appeared to be the only white people around and all the black males seemed to be in possession of some knowledge that the white couple did not.

"Where's Bob and Samantha . ?" asked Frank trying to take command of the situation, all the while hoping to keep his voice steady.

"Bob. Bob why that's me! Um she couldn't make it. Unexpected set . but it's ok . we'll fix you up with one of these nice young boys here. hahaha." said the seated scruffy looking fat black man with a wide grin. He leaned back in his chair undressing the young couple with his eyes.

"No! OH NO! You're not the person we were . in the photo, we . um . were leaving." Frank uttered turning to go.

"And your not Don and Janet Smith, either Frank!", said 'Bob', "and no way you're leaving this room, just now. Why we needs to talk a little . maybe explo . "

The skinheads were in now positioned in front of the door, guarding it. Frank and Mary were ready to try to push by them, but decided to try to argue their way out of this.

"You can't do this, to us. This is . um . kidnapping." croaked Mary in a small shaky voice.

"O.K. Now let's just see bout that." said Bob, "You can go, 'ventually . but before you go Frank and Mary Swank, residing at . (He went on to delineate their address and other data. Perhaps you would be good enough to look at these here letters before we mails um out to, Mrs. Dickeron, Mr. Johanson, and these 2 to your parents and all of these here goes to all your neighbors right after you'se leaves."

Frank and Mary froze when they heard the people the envelopes were going to. (Frank's boss . Mary's principal . Their parents . Their neighbors .)

"Young Maurice here works for 'COUPLEINGS' magazine. . in the box services section, we got's all your letters . knows all bout your true identities. We spent the last 2 weeks finding out all about you two."

Mary felt sick to her stomach. Frank too felt dazed. This couldn't be real.

With copies of their nude pictures and their letters, in everyone's hands, they would be ostracized from their jobs, their neighbor hood .

"OK what do you want, money?" asked Frank trying to get this settled, and get away from here.

Frank took out the 500, he had taken with them to cover the evenings tab. He put it on the table in front of the smiling black man.

"Oh . That's nice . But you can do . um . better than that! Credit cards, all of them, and the PIN numbers here on this here pad!", Bob demanded.

Frank hesitated. This could cost him 2500, but if they got out of it, it would be worth it.

He wrote down the PIN numbers on a pad provided by the young black man with mustache, Maurice.

One of the skin heads grabbed Mary's purse, spilled its content on the table, and dropped the empty hulk on the table. Then he went over to Frank and proceeded to turned out all Frank's pockets, tearing some. Everything they found was also dropped on the table between the couple and Bob.

"The cards? Where are they?" Bob inquired looking over the pile of their personal things before them.

"At home, we . um left them at home. We will go back and get them for you. Just let us go!" Frank said starting to beg.

"Oh yeah? No need for you two to leave . Not that we don't trust ya, an all, but well, whyn't ya just tell Tyrone here where they is, in your house, and the boy 'll go get um. . Why he 'll just take your car and get um. These here your car keys? Which one's your house key?"

Bob inquired holding up the key ring form the pile of their things.

The helpless couple looked at each other. At least if they cooperated, they would be safe , if only they could just get the picture/letters back. A few thousand for those, and then, they would be all right.

"Will you . um . promise to give us back everything we sent . if we do?" Frank tried to obtain there security concerns.

"Yes of course!" replied Bob, with a big smile.

Frank pointed out the keys to Tyrone and told him where the cards were hidden.

"OK, Now" said Bob, "Tyrone, you, and that lad, go to their fancy house and collect dem cards. Oh and as a bonus, why 'nt you 'll take anything else you finds, ya wants and then if you feel like it, whyn't you trash the place . big-time, oh and kill that nasty cat. I hates cats! See what's ya gets for being smart with us?"

"No! Please! No!" pleaded Mary, "We gave you the money, please no more, Please don't hurt little Missy . we'll do what you want . Please. Don't trash our house! Please . "

"Whyn't ya ask Tyrone . but he likes to be asked . he likes to be asked NICELY!" said Bob pocketing all the money from the table, along with Frank's gold pen and lighter.

"Please, Oh Please don't hurt little Missy or trash our house.", pleaded a very tearful Mary.

"Naa you have to beg ME. Both of you." Tyrone demanded.

Frank repeated the request, helplessly looking at the boy holding him hostage.

"Not good enough." said Bob, "Lacks something . Why'nt you two try it again . but this time . on your knees."

Humiliated, confused, beaten the couple, looked at each other, they could try to escape, but even if they did manage it, those photos and letters would ruin them, but still they hesitated.

"OK, Tyrone, off ya go . Oh and why n't ya skin that damn cat while you 'se at it. And put the rest in the oven and leave it on high when you leave." Bob called out as he sat back down.

On hearing that, they both dropped to their knees, and humbly begged a sour looking Tyrone, to spare their poor Missy and their house.

"Getting better . but still.", Bob observed.

"Maybe if they's ta kiss my feet." Tyrone demanded, as one of the skin heads moved next to Tyrone, smiling.

Beaten the young couple bowed their head and humiliated themselves, by kissed the boys shoes.

"Getting even better", Bob observed, "But still lacking . something . I think . you know what . You two have to do to save your precious pussy and house?"

Then the terrified couple heard the young Tyrone's jeans being unsnapped, but the skin head beside him, did not move to undo his jeans.

Through tear clouded eyes, Mary looked up a grinning Tyrone.

Looked down, he could not believe that his good luck tonight. This fine looking white bitch, was going to suck his stiffening black dick for some damn cat.

When the couple tried to communicate, the skin head slapped Frank on the head and told him to,

"Shut Up and Get on with it!"

They hesitated! Their thoughts all ran together, as they tried to sort out what choices they had. Were these men really serious about their cat? If they refused could they still escape in one piece? They both hesitated.

"Times a waisting . get on with it!" rung in their ears.

Still no movement.

"O.K. If that's how you want it . the pussys had it. And it's your fau."

With that said, Tyrone stepped back to a rack and picked up a large shinny butcher knife from sideboard.

"Bye Bye little pussy! You want I should bring back the skin?" he taunted the near frantic pair. "I bring ya back the skin, might get lost ."

"NOOOOO No! Please", screamed the distraught Mary, tears running into her make up, making blue streaky lines down her smooth white cheeks.

"Too late!"

"No . No! Please .I'll . We 'll do it" she cried looking at her embarrassed husband.

Sensing his control again Tyrone began to press home his advantage.

"O.K. But seeing's how ya both soo stuck up . Ya both gotta beg. Beg to be allowed the privilege of . sucking our fine black dicks."

Finally, realizing they were serious and she was beaten, Mary muttered,

"Please may I s-suck your cock?"

"And you too whitie . " Tyrone said pointing to the kneeling husband.

Frank froze. Things were going too fast for him. He was confused. He said nothing. He had to think.

"Please . Frank . for gods sake!", Mary cried trying to persuade her reluctant husband.

"Please Frank," mimicked Tyrone "maybe you just want to watch your wife do it?"

"All right . all right . I'll do it." whispered the beaten banker.

"No, no. Not good enough. And I didn't even hear the magic word . 'Please!'"

"Please may I suck your cock" the beaten Frank whispered to the skin head hovering over him. The youths had won.

'Well, if you really wanna, who are we to refuse. Ya!" the skin head laughed.

Tyrone demanded,

"Get on with it."

Mary was first to move. Her tear stained face traveling up Tyrone's dirty jeans until she reached the point where his jeans were opened.

"Whyn't ya just pull em all the way down, so my dick's got's lots uh room and ya can get right in there . and get the full effect of it?" Tyrone demanded with the biggest grin ever on his face.

"Come on fagget . get on with it. We got places ta be!" yelled the skin head at the vacillating husband, Frank. He quickly knelt up and began to pull the dirty jeans zipper down, determined to get this over with as quick as possible.

Unknown to Mary, Frank had sucked off a couple of boys, when he was younger, at school. For Mary too this was not her first oral experience. So she too just wanted to get it over with.

Tyrone wore short black silk briefs, which were now straining to release his stiffening black cock. As soon as Mary had pulled them down, his 5" uncircumcised cock sprang out in her face.

She looked off to her right and she saw, to her horror that her husband had all ready started to work on skin head's cock. His cheeks were inflating and deflating and his head was moving up and down.

Nervously she moved her head towards Tyrone's black cock, she took it in her left hand, to aim it. Then moved her lips to it. They parted, to closed around her first black penis. It felt warm, so soft, and surprisingly spongy. She slipped her tongue under the invading phallus and began to suck slightly.

Suddenly there was a blinding flash, then another and another. She stopped and the realized that they had been photographed, and worse she realized, when she looked up, that Bob was also videoing the whole thing from his padded chair.

It was done . So Mary struggled to forget everything. What else could she do? She would just suck Tyrone's cock, and get it over with. She had to keep taking her head back off the disgusting thing to breathe and remove stray hairs from her mouth. She kept her eyes concentrating on his thick public hair, as she tried to keep the hairs out of her nose, and mouth. She tried, to think of something, anything, work, shopping, tv, anything to take her mind away from this humiliating thing she was doing.

It was not surprising therefore that the skin head came first. Frank's mind kept drifting back to his school days, his friends, Tom and Red. When the youth came, in his mouth, it was a small load. An experienced Frank had no trouble at all swallowing all of the load.

Maybe due to Mary's inexperience, or whatever, Tyrone was having trouble cuming.

Eventually he tired of her attempts and took his cock of her mouth. Then a dazed Mary could only kneel there, watching, open mouthed, as his right hand became a blurred movement up and down his cock. Half a minute later, Tyrone started to breathing heavily.

"Here it comes! Take this ya white bitch." he panted as he roughly thrust his exploding penis back into Mary's gaping mouth.

The unprepared wife's unclosed mouth was suddenly full of a penis gushing a warm, salty and horribly yucky liquid onto her tongue. She gagged and spat it out, some of it. That some went down on Tyrone's jeans and some also dribbling onto the expensive blue sweatshirt that Mary was wearing.

"You fucking dirty bitch!" yelled Tyrone at the black hared woman who was kneeling at his feet, wiping his cum from her mouth with the back of her right hand. Then she tried to whip it off her sweatshirt with her other clean hand. He was about to punch her in the face but Bob yelled

"No!"

"Where did ya put your credit cards, and all your cash." Tyrone demanded of the humiliated couple.

A dazed Frank told them all the details of where to find everything.

"O.K. you 3 take their car and go over to their house. Bring back the cards, money, oh and anything else you fancy. That's O.K. with you Frank. Isn't it?"

Frank nodded lustfully wiping his lips to clean of his lips.

he thought.

"I am going to teach, this nasty cocksucker a lesson." shouted Tyrone. "I bet you she's got some lovely underwear. Well maybe I'm going to piss all over um and I think we'll just redecorate your bedroom for you. Shit on t."

'OK, OK! But nothing else . just yet." warned Bob picking up the telephone, "Andy? Claud? Get your black asses on over here, and bring that bitch, Desdemona with ya. We got some nice folks here want's auditions tonight may be."

Mary and Frank looked at each other. All they could do was stay there on their knees, fearing something worse was about to happen.

"Whyn't ya get on up here . sit over there on the sofa." Bob said to them.

Taken aback by the sudden civilized behavior, a relieved Mary and Frank rose and went and sat on the sofa, as requested. Tyrone and his helpers left, but at almost at the same time, in came Andy, 6 ft 6", heavy bearded, about 40 with a face that said he had been in many a brawly), Desdemona, a petite 'blonde hared' black girl of about 20, wearing a bright red dress and red nail varnish looking a typical 'street whore' and Claud, a 19 year old with short fair hair wearing flowery jeans and sweatshirt.

"A very nice looking pair!" commented Andy looking over the young couple sitting anxiously on the sofa awaiting their release . they thought.

"Now let me give you'll the 411 here", began Bob, "Mouse and I runs !this here hood. That means responsibilities . big responsibilities. Why it means that sometimes when someone, kinda steps out of line, why they has to be spanked. We does the spanking. Now did you'll see the car at the end of the road the one without tires and windows all smashed and shits?"

"Well the owner doesn't want to continue on in my lottery. On the other hand, people who . um do well by me . they gets rewards. Now, old Andy here, he . runs the Blazing Star Bar in the next street, he does me lots of favors. Like getting rid of gear, like your video and stereo, ha, ha. So when he comes ta me and he says he needs a new stripper, of course I am happy to help him out. Immediately, I think of some one young . nice looking . you, there Mary. You'll do nicely . Eh Andy?"

"Ya she might . Can't tell much till we get's a better look at her and get's her ready." Andy started but Bob stopped him.

Mary's heart froze. Just as she though this nightmare was over tonight, she could see further humiliations were ahead of her.

"Now I know you are more than just a body . mind you misses. So Andy here is going to have YOU, do more than just a little stripping," said Bob "So we 'll be allowing no more'n 3 generous customers each and every week night, after the shows ta FUCK THAT SWEET OLD ASS OF YOUR'S."

Mary began to feel sick, but Frank was dazed but when he went on .

"Now Frank because of her new profession, and our requirements, we don't want our goods used unnecessarily. Might damaged um. No profit in it for me, and Andy. So from now on there will never, never, be any more sexual contact between you and her ever again."

This was too much for Frank who got up to try to protest. He was met by another skin head, who had grabbed a baseball bat and was standing beside the couch. The threat of just fisting the thing, was enough. Frank stopped, his protest and sat back down. His mind spinning. He was asking himself what was going on here. It had to stop!

"O.K. Now Frank so you won't feel left out, whyn't ya, strip down for us so as we can see if'n your ass is . Well just strip for us . OK?!"

Frank looked up in amazement. This was too much! He wouldn't . but seeing the boy and his bat again, he stood up and started to comply. He began by removing his shirt, then shoes, socks and finally his trousers before finally reaching his special boxer shorts. He looked up pleading .but the presence of the baseball bat being again fisted in the skin head's hands convinced him to finish up. He removed his special shorts and looked up sheepishly at the crowd of onlookers.

He could only stand there, very self consciously, naked in front of the assembled crowd of dressed people. His flaccid 6" cock tried to hang loosely down in front of him, but he reached down and cover it, with both his hands.

"Don't be shy . FAG . We all seen it. Whyn't ya act more friendly . say put little hands on top of your little head. Now stick the little thing right on out there for all us ta see." the skin head yelled. "Shift those hips forward so we can see the nasty little thing."

Looking at the bat, then the crowd Frank complied.

"Come on over here, fag boy." called Bob from the table, all the while videoing the humiliation of the banker. "And keep them hands top o' your head."

Awkwardly Frank made his way over and stood by Bob's chair at the table.



"Ya fuck this fine cunted bitch over there with that miserable little thing?" Bob demanded. "Desdemona get ya black ass over here and look at this miserable excuse for a cock. No wonder she wrote on the back of her picture she wanted a big cock? Poor woman needs a big firm dicking to satisfy her. What ya think you want the miserable little thing for your collection?"

Desdemona came over stood in front of Frank, appraising his shriveled organ.

Suddenly her hands reached down grabbing his balls and dick in one fluid motion. She commenced to squeezing both of them . hard. She also dug her nails into the soft fleshy organs.

A bent over Frank screamed, and instinctively tried to hit out at her, but she knew this business. She ducked his blow and gave the tormented organs, a twist, while still maintaining her grip and advantage. Then, was a sudden thump on Frank's head by the bat.

He fell to the floor dazed, but with the pain, he never totally lost consciousness. With his aching head, and balls, he was all out of it.

When he finally managed to reoriented himself, he found, he was face down over their kitchen table. His legs were spread apart, and tied to opposite table legs leaving his privates available and defenseless. His arms had been tied behind his back. His aching cock and balls were crushed up against the edge of the table.

The skin head waited until Frank recovered some of his senses and assured he was not vomiting before they were going to gag him. Bob stopped him and demanded,

"Now Frank so she knows how you feel about things. Tell er you want me to taken over for you. Say, 'I want you to fuck my wife'" demanded Bob, "If not I am sure your boss will be interested in this photo of you sucking off a young underage BOY. And the police they . well . "

"I want you to fuck my wife." cried Frank as he again felt the nails of the girl scratching on his ball sack. The waiting skin head then stuffed a dirty kitchen towel into Frank's mouth, effectively cutting off any objections from that quarter for the moment.

"You hear that cunt? The little fag . he don't want you anymore. Don't know what a fine young cunt, like ya, see's in this needle dicked fucker over here. Come's on over here! . Bring that cute little ass over here, and maybe we 'll see about the fucking, the little fag could never give it!"

Seeing no choice now, Mary got up and walked over to the table. Dressed she just stood there, beside Bob chair, waiting. Bob grabbed her around the waist and held her tight against his fat body. He began to nuzzle her face, and he whispered into her right ear, if she didn't do exactly what he wanted. . Frank's balls would suffer. Greatly!

(Frank could not hear this!)

"Give a real man a kiss Mary." Bob demanded. "Then we'll see about that fucking you wanted."

The skin head held Frank's head up by his hair, and made him look on as Brian kissed and fondled his wife. Frank could clearly see Bob's probing in her mouth and she seemed to be responding. All the while Bob's large black hand roamed over her body's private places.

He could not believe what his eyes showed him was happening. His wife, Mary was passionately kissing this black bastard, and letting him explore her sexy body.

Mary for her part was almost gagging as the horrible black tongue as the man french kissed and molested her. She knew she had to go along with it, for her husband. Despite all that had happened, she was still hoping that this was some sort of a sick game which would end soon, and they would get to go home soon.

Bob happily made sure Frank could see all his abuse of his wife.

"I think Frank deserves to be punished for giving you away, don't you?"

"UM Yes!", said Mary, remembering what was told her earlier.

But in his mind, Frank thought.



A snickering Bob then handed Mary a leather riding crop and whispered to her, that she had to brandish it. She did and was then lead behind her husband's back.

Now Bob whispered to her she was to hit her husband, as hard as she could, six times on his naked ass. If she didn't . He would take her place and hit Frank twelve times as hard as he could.

With this in mind, after brandishing the leather crop, Mary lifted it over her head, moved to the side slightly, behind her husband's, naked ass, and swung the riding crop down for a solid contact.

'whipp'

"UUUUU"

A gagged Frank tried to yelled as the crop, wielded by his wife, sunk into his fat white ass!

The slash was repeated again and again till she had done the six strokes required of her. .

When she was finished the six slashes. a horrified Mary looked at the 6 red stripes across Frank's quivering ass flesh. Bob then handed her a jar of petroleum jelly. She thoughts that Bob had gone soft, but then he again whispered in her ear, as he nuzzled and fondled her helpless body, what she was to do with it. He was crazy! She wouldn't do it!

Then he questioned her in a whisper, "You want it done to him DRY?"

Mary scooped up some of the jelly, with her fingers and slid them down into the crack of Frank's ass.

"uuuuu", Frank tried to question the invasion of his private fold under his stinging ass cheeks by some one soothing.

Mary went on with her task, liberally coated all along her husbands ass crack until she felt the little straining closed hole. Knowing she had no choice, she slid one of her coated fingers around the outside of it, and then drove her finger into Frank's ass-hole.

"UuuuuUuuu", Frank groaned.

Disregarding her husband's reaction, she went on and repeated the procures again, only this time she used two fingers, and this time her fingers flexed around the outside of his anal ring. She withdrew her fingers and then after recoating them again, she drove um back inside the hole. The fingers lingered around this time, coating all around inside of his straining grommet.

"UUUUuuUUU" Again he groaned but this time louder.

Then she did it all again.

Frank groaned again but could not work out what was going on. His own wife was.

"Well Fred, we do not wanna keep you from having any fun here tonight, so Claud here, is gonna fuck you're nice white ass. I think he's still HIV free. Aren't ya Claud?"

Claud came over and just stood there smiling down at Frank's ass.

Frank panicked! He began to struggled frantically against his bonds like a mad man. While this was going on, the smiling Claud unzipped and just dropped his trousers down around his hairy legs.

"Now whyn't ya come on over here girlie, and suck the nice man hard . Make him all nice and hard for your husband. Oh yea and wet um for hubby's ass hole." Bob ordered the gasping wife. "Now don't you fret . hubby . 'll just love it . You'll see. I know's my fags."

For the second time that evening Mary found herself kneeling in front of a strange man looking at his dick. This time, she took Claud's foul smelling cock into her mouth, and commenced to servicing it as she had seen her husband do before. Another flash reminded her that she was being photographed again.



Luckily for her this time she did not have to try to suck a load from this dick. Claud wasn't interested in mouth love from a woman. His sight of the naked male ass soon got him hard enough. He pushed her head away and moved behind her trust up sobbing husband. He leaned into the virgin ass and forced the sobbing husband down over the kitchen table.

A smiling Bob removed the spit soaked gag.

""No NO Please . Please don't do it . I don." Frank pleaded on and on till. "AA NOOO Oh no I do . UUUU AAA"

Seconds later, a screaming Frank informed the assembled group, that penetration had been achieved. Claud smiled at the crowd, leaned onto the sobbing husband's back and went into his rhythmic fucking of a male virginal ass hole.

Mary's hands flew to her mouth and she bit her lips to keep form screaming. She could only look on in horror as her naked husband was violated.

For Frank the pain was considerable, but with his legs spread out he could only look up with a pained expression and groan when the penetrating organ fucked in. Luckily Claud only sported a small, thin 5" dick so the gang was being 'easy' on him even though he did not know it. While Frank continued to sob and beg for it to stop, Claud's action gradually built up to a fast rhythm. The now quiet room was filled with the slapping sound of Claud's body on Frank's. This reaching a crescendo, before a groan from Claud indicated, he got his nut. A defeated Frank sagged down on the table, a broken man, sobbing like a broken woman. He had been humiliated in front of his wife and all these strangers.

"Now it's your turn, to have a little fun Misses." Bob informed Mary. "But first let's just make sure old Frank gets a real good view."

They moved the table around to have her husband face where Mary was.

She had been forced in front of the rooms big picture window which had closed curtains.

"Now show us what all ya got bitch . Don't be shy now. STRIP! But do it slowly . so we can all enjoy you're body." ordered Bob.

Having no other choice Mary began by kicking off her shoes. As she looked around the room she saw that there was no way out. Her naked vanquished husband could not help himself, let alone her. He was sobbing held up by his sweat soaked hair witnessing her disrobing. She looked at the assembled crowd, of men and one girl.

They all seemed anxious to see her naked body.

Having no choice Mary reached down and pulled her sweatshirt up, and over her head. Her vision was obscured for a minute, and her hair was dragged along with the shirt. Then both fell down, the garment though, fell to the floor, revealing her black lacy bra to the crowd.

Her shaking hands then went to the fastener of her jeans. She unsnapped it and opened the trousers zipper. She pulled the top of her pants open and then down to remove the expensive denims from her ass. Carefully she made sure to retain her precious panties. When she had the jeans down around her ankles, she just kicked them away. Now she found herself standing up, in front of the gang of leering men wearing only her socks, black panties and bra. She tried to cover herself with her hands till she heard.

"You know," said Andy "you're one good looking bitch, a like piggy around the middle, but we'll work that fat off ya in no time ."

Mary ignored the 'compliment' and reached back to her bra clasp.

"No, whyn't ya wait a minute . Let's not waist this." Bob ordered, "Go over there and open them curtains behind you."

Stunned Mary just stood there, looking at her naked husband tied to the table, but when Bob yelled at her again. She turned around and opened the curtains.

Her near nudity was now going to be exposed in full view of a public street.

Now illogically she panicked, and tried to make a run for the guarded door. Andy easily stopped her, grabbing her in both arms and lifting her up off the floor. He took the opportunity to squeeze her left tit, very hard.

"Anymore of that Misses and we will send the photos, and the fag's balls to your parents, you understand me? Do we understand ourselves?" questioned Bob.

"Yes" sobbed a shivering Mary.

"Good. Now we getting to it. Now let's see then things. Somebody put on a some music." Andy ordered. "Something loud and sexy . like the little bitch here ."

And when the music started with a throbbing beat, he said,

"That'll do er! . OK honey get on with it . Shake that ass for the boys . "

The beat boomed out of the speakers, but Mary just stood there.

"Dance! You stupid sexy bitch . DANCE!" shouted Andy.

Sensing danger to Frank, she began to sway her almost naked hips, in front of the assembled audience. She tried to moved her hips in a sexy fashion, hoping that she was doing it right.

"OK . Now turn 'round and lose the tit sling . and keep moving that sexy ass." Someone shouted over the music.

She turned round, and putting her back to the gang, but now she was facing the open window. Across the road she could see a young couple. They appeared to be walking their dog. She hesitated. Then she realized, that she had no choice.

The frightened wife reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. She saw that the couple had looked up, seen her, but they did not seem to react. She bent slightly allowing the straps to slide away. She clutched the bra but them let it fall off. Her naked tits were now exposed to the street. Now the young couple stopped to gawk at the 'show'. She quickly covered her nipples with her hands.

"I like it . Now turn around and show um to us.", the voice demanded. She obeyed, and let her hands fall to her sides. She was now standing before the gang with her perfectly formed breasts, exposed and naked. Her nipples were standing out very slightly in the cold room, and the meat of them, bouncing very slightly as she swayed in time with the music. Then she heard,

"Now them sexie panties, Lose um!"

Reluctantly Mary bent forward and slipped her thumbs in the waistband of the black filmy garment. She pulled her panties down, over her shapely hips, exposing her pubic hair to the leering group. She was about to step out of them when Andy ordered her,

"Pick um up and hold em up over your head!"

Hopping on one leg, she managed to take the black garment off but keep it in her right hand.

"Kinda hairy ain't she but we'll fix it.", she heard. Then the order came,

"Now turn it around and show um all the merchandise."

As she did this, he ordered her to twirl the panties around her head and then toss them to him.

When she turned back around and looked out the window, she saw to her horror, their were several young children staring up at her displayed nudity in the gaping window. The young couple were there too, snickering at her display.

(It was quiet common for Bob to have a little 'show' of his new talent to drum up some business.)

A blushing Mary threw her panties to Andy, as ordered.

Now she could only stand there, in front of window, showing hers naked all to the group outside. The group of youths, out side the window, gawking up at her. Her left hand, just naturally crept down to try to cover her untrimmed black pubic hairs. She even tried to half crossed her legs.

A beer can snapped open on her right, and Bob strolled over to the naked teacher. He snaked his right arm around the small soft white waist.

Arthur made a point of sniffed the black panties.

"God is the bitch wet! She really needs a good fucking." he lied, to further play with poor Frank's mind.

(Actually Mary was not in the slightest wet, as a result of the evenings horrifying events.) Bob took a swig of his beer and moved behind her. He bent down and told her, to put both her hands up on his fat bald head. Then he reached round and began fondling her left nipple with his left hand. He put the can down and then reached down between her legs with his other hand. He began sliding a thick black finger all along her pussy crack. He whisper for her to reach behind his neck and give him a nice big kiss. 'Or else!'

Frank became distraught, as he witnessed his now naked wife's arms go up around Bob's head, as he was fondling her cunt and tits. Bob grinned at him demonstrating his power over him and his wife.

"Showtime!" Bob called out. He let go of her treasures and again picked up his beer. He poured a little of his beer over Mary's tits, before siting down next to the skin head.

As her nipples popped out from the cold beer, and she heard,

"Turn about. Face me. Really show off that sexy buty . Get them legs about oh say two feet apart, sway that, ass side to side with the music, . Oh yea . and play with them tits with one hand and diddle that cunt with the other."

As the CD blared some sexy beat, she closed her eyes to escape into her mind, and placed her hands as instructed. Then she pretended to finger her tits and cunt like she did at home in the privacy of her bed.

The distraught husband could only looked on, as the filthy rag was again stuffed in his mouth.

She was further instructed to lean forward . move faster. This caused her firm sexy tits to hang down and shake, suggestively.

the husband thought, as he chewed on the rag.

"O.K. sexy . Now turn that white ass around. Stay in the same position but reach back here and spread your ass cheeks open for us to see if it's worth fucking tonight!"

Mary did not know how she would ever survive this humiliation. Her husband, or her doctor, were the only ones, who had ever seen her totally naked. And even they had never seen inside her ass crease like these bastards were gonna.

But she had to do it. But as she turned round and to her horror she noticed that the crowd had grown to about 12 boys, aged 15-19, who were all laughing, and rubbing their crotches, and making obscene gestures. And their were GIRLS there too in the crowd watching her.

"Ohh God!" she gasped, stood up slightly and frozen with her hands covering her mouth and turning red as a beet .

"Ain't they cute? We call um our 'Little Scavengers'", said Bob, "They help me get a car radios here, a stereo there, and such . in exchange we give 'um our leftovers, say an old computers, donated cars and out cast off WOMEN. The things they do with those women . They is free to do anything they want with um. As I say they are left-overs by then. But enough of that, now, spread that ass for us. Good, now how that to um, turn your ass round and show em your nice clean cunt and ass-hole. Show um what your working parts are."

The horrified wife, did what she was told. Now she was turned back, looking into the room but still holding and open her ass cheeks. Showing her cunt to the assembled crowd of youths outside. Even though the CD was loud, she could still hear the yelling from outside.

This humiliation lasted for about 2 minutes before Bob got up and giving a 'thumbs -up' to the young boys outside, and closed the curtains, and announced,

"Now for the main event ."

Mary just stood frozen there, bent over, spreading herself open to the now curtained window, looked into the room. The men were all fully clothed. They stood around talking among themselves seemingly bored with her nudity.

She felt small, used, forgotten, and so vulnerable, standing there naked holding open her ass, but she could not move. Her humiliated equally naked husband just lay there secured over the table . sobbing .

She had resigned herself to being RAPED! No one would even try, to 'save' her.

She just stood there and waited. Her mind flitted between shutting out the whole episode, and trying to think of some way out of this nightmare.

The whole scene seemed unbelievable! She and Frank had started the evening expecting a casual meeting with another pleasant, if kinky, young couple. Their was only had a very slim chance of it developing into a sexual scene, but now here she was naked, and the prospect of something much less pleasant than, a casual sex scene with another nice young couple like themselves, a rape!

She could do nothing but wait here in fear . for these strangers to decide, the fate of her body. Now she became wet.

Bob, for his part, wanted to stamp his authority all over the young couple. For him it was power over people, more than the sex that he desired. He now decided to exercise that power.

A loud voice kicked the humiliated wife from her escape in her mind, back to the reality of this world.

"Get over here you little bitch! Now I want everything off that hide of yours. NOW BITCH!' demanded Bob.

Puzzled she just looked up from her bent over, spread open posture, and tried to indicate that she did not understand. She was naked! They had her money, her papers, her clothes! What else could he want from her?

"Don't play the dumb bitch with me! Your jewelry, your rings! I want it all . Dem rings alone, 'll fetch a few dollars down on the street. Now give um all here ."

"No! No Please you can't" sobbed Mary. "My wedding ring has been in our family for generations, please no!"

"Give 'em all over, NOW! Effectively, now, you won't be needing that to show your married. You ain't married to that disgusting fag over there no more . We are going to dissolve the 'family' here, now, tonight! You'll be given more decorations . PERMANINET DECORATIONS! . by us, and a lotta better dicks . a whole lotta of dick's."

The downcast woman had no choice. She pulled off her ear rings, her necklace, and finally her mothers antique wedding ring set. She walked over to Bob and gave them all into his outstretched black hand. No insurance claim could ever replace such items. She prayed, deep down, that she would be somehow, able to get them back. Someday, before she saw her mother again."

"Desdemona why 'nt ya collar the bitch, now. She probably feels all naked like that, needs some decorating . something to show her, her place round here." Bob barked as he looked over her jewelry and the precious rings.

The black girl moved behind the dazed wife. Suddenly Mary felt the roughness of a stiff leather collar close around round her slender neck. She gasped as the strong black hands, pulled it tight enough to cause a slight restriction of her breathing.

As she reached up to ease the collar's grasp, she heard, and then felt a sharp thump as the skin head had strode across the room and delivered a blow on her hands with the leather riding crop.

She immediately took her stinging hands away from the constricting collar and held them against her heaving chest. A 'click' from her neck told her that she was 'collared', like some stray dog or other animal. Another 'Snap' and a leash was connected to the collar.

With a tug of the collar the smiling black girl forced the naked white woman down on to all fours.

"Walkies", Bob called out. "Show her, her place round here . ha ha ha!"

Desdemona pulled . and the degraded school teacher did her best to trot along behind the girl at the end of the leash. Ever mindful of the skin heads crop if she balked.

She saw more flashes from the cameras, and knew that she was still being filmed in this degrading action.

"Bark! Like a dog." someone yelled.

"No! Not like any dog, like a BITCH DOG!" another added, as the room filled with the laughter of everyone but the miserable couple.

When she reached the other side of the room, after many detours, she saw to her horror, a bowl of dog food had been placed in her path.

Then came the command,

"FEED"

"Eat it all up . like a good bitch." said Desdemona "Eat and if you are really good, we may let you fuck old Rover. Ugly bitch like you needs all the dicks she can get . RIGHT?"

This was too much for Mary. She tried get up to break away, but a short tug on her leash, and the presence of all the clothed legs surrounding her, told her of the hopelessness of her situation.

"Now that is bad! Bad and little reminder is in order I think." said Bob standing above her.

Mary braced herself, for a blow that never came. Then their was a blood curdling, mutted scream from the other side of the room.

When she looked over there, she saw the skin head had his left hand in Frank's crotch, obviously squeezing and twisting Frank's defenseless nuts.

"See if you don't behave we can deball him . He won't be need um anymore will he? You have one minute, to eat it, or we repeat the reminder . on him."



She lowered her head and began to eat the vile smelling stuff.

"NO HANDS!" some one ordered.

so she had to stick her face in the dish and bite the disgusting mess. The smell was awful, but the food did not really taste as bad as she had at first thought it would.

"Good bitch" observed Bob, "You better get used to it, because that may be all you can afford when we have finished with you."

As she was not allowed to use her hands, her face became caked with the greasy residue of the dog food. Then when she had finished the fowl smelling stuff Bob ordered,

"Tastie? YUM YUM! Clean her up."

She was confused again. Was it all over? The black girl bent over and using a flannel rag, cleaned up the food residue from her cheeks, mouth and chin. Then she set about tidy up the woman's tear stained face.

"Better?" asked Bob, "Bitch look almost human."

"Thank you", answered the naked woman.

"Polite bitch . I LIKE THAT IN MY BITCHES . Now go sit in that chair, and we will get you all fixed up. Licensed, registered and shits for your new nightly professions." Bob informed her.

She rose and went where he had indicated, and sat in the chair indicated.

A large lined card was placed on the table, in front of her, with a thick black marker, and she was ordered,

"Print out your full name and address in the spaces . Use large block letters . Like ya does on the black board at school for the little kiddies."

Reluctantly she did it as he ordered. The threat to her husband was too close for her to argue with these people, besides they had her information from her drivers license.

When she was done, Andy looked over the information and compared it to the drivers license data from her purse.

"Put your license number under your name, right here." he demanded.

She complied, in large block numerals.

Then he was satisfied. He ordered,

"Now we got's to do a little make up on ya. You knows to make ya all pretty for your new license. We want's ya to look your best for that, don't we? Turn out the chair so 's she can fix ya up."

The cringing naked woman turned the chair and just sat there in terror.

"Desdemona go get's ya shits, and make up this little whore for her dabeau."

The black girl went to the side board and came back with a large professional woman's make up case.

As Mary sat there naked demoralized from her 'walkies' and feeding, the black girl went about the task, of applying the gaudy make up, to her tear stained face.

First girl roughly dried the woman's tear stained face and rubbed off all her old streaked make up. Then the girl used a pancake foundation. About three coats of base and the girl was satisfied that Mary was now 'white' enough for the video, and lights. Then she applied some hideously purple eye shadow all around the woman's eyes, paying particular attention to her eye-lids.

"Don't you be crying till, we be done or I'll personally beat you ass."

Now the girl applied a reddish blush to highlight her cheeks bones, from the overall whiteness of her skin.

Liberal amounts of bright red lipstick were, applied to the outsides of her lips, coating them and enlarging their size to twice normal.

Satisfied with the beginnings of the woman's face, the black girl leaned down. Lowered the lipstick and applied, a nice thick coat of red all around her areolas, till they too stood out from the rest of her snowy white tit flesh like ripe cherries on top of a bowl of vanilla ice cream.

"OH now for the works. Spread them match stick legs." the girl demanded. "Better yet, whyn't ya put them bony knees up over the chair arms, so I can gets in there to fix them nasty pussy lips up." A reeling Mary reluctantly did as she was ordered.

Then as the girl was still not satisfied with her sex's position, she let the girl lift her knees up higher and place her feet on the chair seat. She had never had to sit like this before. She was twisted up like a pretzel and felt soo exposed. The black girl, got down in between her knees with the lipstick tube, and began to coat the inner surfaces of the delicate lips. Still not satisfied the girl demanded,

"Not enough spread, whyn't you reach on down here and spread these nasty lips of yours out wide for me . so I can paint the insides of um for your pictures." the girl demanded.

What else could she do? Mary reached down, and spread her little labia lips out for this girl.

As she struggled to maintain her grip on her labia, she heard the girl demand,

"I said spread them nasty things . I don't care if it hurts. SPREAD THOSE LIPS . WIDE! . WIDER! . Now hold them out there, like that! Till I say you can let um go."

The black girl smiled up at the straining woman. Satisfied with Mary's exposure of her labial surfaces, Desdemona now went about applying the lipstick to the inside of her petals. Mary could only sit there hurting herself as she held her lips stretched out wider then needed. The smiling black girl knelt there 'working', on the held open lips. But as she enjoyed demeaning the white woman, Desdemona, worked slowly.

The demoralized woman could only sit there. Knowing she had to do it.

The black girl rose and ordered,

"OK . But keep them, like that, so the stuff, I put in there can dry. Don't fuck up my work or I'll kick your pasty white but." The girl ordered.

Mary could only sit there hurting her delicate lips for the girls amusement.

Taking a small black brush the black girl stood up over the cringing woman, and started drawing thick eye-brows above her smarting eyes.

"You'd best hold real still . this shit ain't normal eye brow shit. It's carpet dye and it'll burn the shit out ya eyes if I slips . so you'd best stay still."

Happy with her power, she went about her task and Mary soon had wide, thick, jet black, eye brows and a thin line all around each of her eyes.

Desdemona lowered her hand and felt inside Mary's lips with more fingers than she needed. Then she manipulating the little hooded treasure till Mary began to react, then she quickly stood up,

"OK! All dry . Now you can let go, but don't ever think about closing um, and don't you go getting it all wet and slimy in there till the pictures are done." she ordered.

Now the girl took the carpet dye and outlined the naked spread open woman's nipples. She drew a thin line around the outside of each areola. The red outlined in black capping the show white breast was the mark of a whores preparation for 'work in her profession'.

Looking over her work Desdemona called out,

"What you'll think bout the whore now? She's ready?"

Then to Mary she ordered.

"Hold still, just like that so they can see what needs correcting."

Mary felt like an animal being readied for slaughter, but she sat there and she couldn't even cry.

Bob and Andy came over and looked over their made up new apprentice prostitute carefully. They looked at everything. Fingered some formally untouched parts of her anatomy, ordered minor changes to be made here and there. They straightened the collar till the embossed letters 'BITCH' was front and centered right under Mary's chin. Then they pronounced her ready for pictures.

"Now turn the chair to this side. Good. Now sit forward on the front edge of the chair and raise up your legs back up over the arms again like before. Ok. Good. Now hold your knees wide open with your hands . elbows way out there . Now lean forward . to show the tits to her best . further . wider . OK! Now hold the pose like that!. And for christ sake SMILE! Or his balls will suffer till you do it right."

In a daze, after all that had happened, she did as she was told. She posed but the pose was soo . revealing and degrading . but she had to hold it. Her nakedness was then recorded, first with a pair of video cameras, and then with two still cameras, and finally a large format instant camera. Her whole captive body was now captive on various media also forever.

Her back ached but still she held the pose.

When the instant picture came out of the camera and developed it was looked over, appraised, and then affixed to an official looking registration card.

Her right hand was taken out, the thumb was inked and printed in the space provided on the card.

"Now we'll use this to register you as a novice stripper in Andy's bar . Not a paid one . mind you . amateur . Means you pay him for the privilege of working on his stage and collecting the tips. Now we'll also register you as an apprentice prostitute at the local union office . all legal like."

Now we'll take your prostitutes portfolio for you.

She now had to hold the card, with her data on it, under her face, tits, and cunt. Then she was made to get up and turning around, bend over, and spreading open ass cheeks, all the while affirming her desire to be a prostitute for the video's sound track.

When Bob was satisfied, he had her again sit back down in the chair with her legs over the arms, holding open her sex lips, for the video camera's to zoom in and record.

Sitting there on the front edge of the stiff wooden chair, naked, attired in only the thick leather collar, labeling her 'BITCH', was very demeaning. At his order, she could just sit there holding the required pose.

Now going over her body with his left hand, he liked the feel. Having her there under his hands, arching her back to show off her soft white tits sticking out to their chest gave the black man a rush. Her pretty little pink labia gaping open exposing all her secrete places to the camera's all seeing eye to record would be let him relieve this moment forever . Smiling he knew further that the young former teacher, was now His. Registering her as an apprentices stripper and novice prostitute, and he was her owner . owner of all this forever!

While she sat there, the camera men moved about mechanically, zooming in with their lenses, for a close ups of all of her gaping exposed sex parts. (Her gynecologist had never been up this close, or seen inside her parts as the close up of this tape recording.)

Just the knowledge of these tapes, and photo images, in these black men's hands guarantee that she would be their sex slave for as long as they wanted her.

she wondered.

"Now . hold that pose . I likes it. What say, we plays a little game of twenty questions? As you look so nice and comfortable there whyn't you just hold that pose . and speak up so the audio can get a good copy on it. Understand me?"

"YES!" she said straining to hold herself up. The tapes and pictures were enough to enslave her, more wouldn't make any difference. But it would give them information to use later . if it was needed.

"You know how to play twenty questions? We're going to ask you some questions. If I even think you be lying, or you don't give a full and complete answer, that I likes, then fag over there gets them little balls of his twisted . We will also adds another punishment for you to be suffered when 'fun time' is over, tonight." Bob instructed. "You got it Bitch?"

She just held her pose. The demeaning nature of her pose was bad enough but sitting there for more time caused her whole body to scream for relief. She'd tell him anything to get relief . anything.

The card that she had written out, had been placed beside her for positive identification. Now she was quizzed about other parts of her sex life. The time of day that she preferred sex, although they called by it's vulgar name 'FUCKING'.

Claud moved the video camera in for a close up and pointed it at her upper torso from below to get all her user points in the shot, as she answered the questions.

"Right. Ok! We'll start with an easy one. When does your next period start?" He demanded digging his fore-finger into her open defenseless gaping vagina.

An embarrassing question, but she had no way to avoid it. She answered truthfully.

"A week ago, um . on Wednesday."

As she answered, she thought, it was not enough, they had her catalogued all her outer images on tapes. They wished to look deep inside her body too. She realized that she would have no privacy with these black men as her owners.

"All right cunt." Bob said wiggling the finger inside her, "Then you 're open for business for weeks of free bees! Aren't ya."

She cringed, but knew they would find out and probably punish her if she lied.

"Tell us, now, which boy, in you home room class, would you most like to FUCK! AND HOW WOULD YOU WANT HIM! and why?"

"No. God No!" she stammered, they were only 10 or 11 year olds. She couldn't . even immagine .

"A wrong answer ." Bob said as he looked over to where Frank was staked out and nodded his black head. "That's one."

"AAAAAAAA!"

A scream, from across the room and the count of 1 quickly brought her to her senses.

She had no choice. To this she would lie, but she would use real a boy in her class.

"Um . Jason Drury" she murmured "Um . I would love to have sex .with him, and . "

"Not good enough bitch . Louder . more convincing . for the cameras Bitch, and use the proper words. Words a bitch like you uses at her work would use . Now! And loud! AND SMILE! for the birdie . All ways smiling. We got's only happy whores here . Oh and that's two punishments you get's later.!"

"AAAAWWERR!" Frank cried out through his gag, again.

Now she realized, this would be more blackmail material. But they had both been drawn in so deep now, that there was no point in holding back.

So Mary kept smiling, holding her pose, while she related how she would love to FUCK, her young blond hared student. She went into detail for the camera. She was doing it all to save Frank's poor little balls.

"How much do you think you're gonna charge your fuckers for using your sex . You know . the rates for . for the use of your cunt, and ass hole, and blow jobs . Like that."

She thought, she would be sick. She was being forced to price her own sexual favors for the tape. Cues from Bob, really set her prices, but to the camera's eye, it seemed she was giving out prices, like a whore would.

Bob also coaxed further information on her total sex life.

He was pleased to find out, she was monogamous in her marriage, and the couple did not practice any perversions. Till now!

It would be soo much more fun to make her do all them nasty things for him, for the first time. OH! The things he was going to make her do!

Then the questions lead her in another direction.

He had her detail having sold drugs to her students, having sought out and paid for S&M sex for herself, and together with her gay husband. She also detailed the surrendering of her little charges, to her husbands lust, after school.

Satisfied, Bob stopped the tape, and with a smile informed her .

"Although you think you lied for convenience about Jason, the drugs etc . I know you will be pleased to know, in a while these will not be lies. We likes to catch the little fuckers young, keep em in the habit. You will help us, and your being a teacher well. you'll do it all."

All the while he was fondling her soft vulnerable right tit . Demonstrating his total mastery over her fleshy breast and the rest of her.

"OK! Now go sit that fine ass of yours down on the floor, right there." ordered Bob, pointing to a point in the center of the carpet.

Stiffly Mary rose, shook out her muscles and obeyed him by going over to where he indicated. She sat down there, with her knees drawn up against her breasts, and her arms protectively around them. Holding herself closed up tight to protect her body from it's nakedness.

"No! NO! Not like that." Bob demanded displeased at the pose. "As you must be tired . whynt you lay your cute little ass back . all the way down." was the next command.

She did that with her arms by her side. As she lay back, this pose reminded her of laying back in the dentists chair. The same knot tighten in her stomach as it did then. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw the black girl, Desdemona moving. The black girl made a production of taking off her panties. She had also raised her skirt all the way up and held it pushed up around her waist. As she advanced on the prone woman. The girl thus exposed her hairy black sex to anyone who wanted to look, the camera, and the anxious woman laid out there.

Mary immediately thought that a general orgy would follow. She felt a little more relaxed, laying on the carpet, looking up at the ceiling. She hoping for this to be the last thing . and then she hoped the night would be over. The couple might then go home together.

Then when she heard . some one order her .

"Open dem damn white legs . WIDE!"

She didn't even think of resist. She spread her feet about a foot apart waiting for the orgy to begin.

"This ain't afternoon tea! Wider . with them bony things." came the new command.

She closed her eyes and but obeyed. What did it matter . It was all there on tape from before.

"Wider, . wider . If I gotta get my belt off . you gonna be ."

Now she obeyed. She was spread so far her sinews were pulled tense, and straining to keep spread . WIDE! . She could felt her delicate colored pussy lips again gape open, but this time of their own volition.

"Better . Now put your nasty feet flat on the floor . arch up . show that nasty thing up there, for us all to see inside. Make it all open up . available for fucking!"

What more did these animals want of her . Mary had to adjust her body somewhat, closing her legs slightly, but she obeyed and soon lay there in the perfect position for rape . um FUCKING .

"Please don't!" Mary sobbed as she heard movement around her head. She assumed that Bob, or one of the men, was going to come over here and rape her available, wide open, displayed vagina. Sensing someone standing directly over her head, with their feet right up against her ears.

She opened her eyes, looked directly up, and saw who was goin .

To her surprise, she saw it was Desdemona's nasty, hairy sex descending down to her face.

"OK you little whore. You going to eat my juice black pussy, and your gonna eat me real good." Saying that the black kinky hared pussy was lowered down covering Mary's soft white mouth.

She instinctively tried to turn her head.

She had never done this, or even thought of it before. She just could n't . But now facing the dark black almost purple hole and musty smelling pussy, Mary tried had tried to turn her head away from it, and closed her own legs.

"Not co-operative?" Desdemona said, "Perhaps, Monk there can give poor Frank's nuts a little squeeze. But you'd best get to eating me, like a good bitch . You needs the experience. You have to serve all your customers . Don't you know?"

She said nothing. Mary just couldn't do this . it was .

"OK Monk" said the girl, "Give um a good twist."

"AAAAAAA!"

She heard her husband give out with a muted blood-curtailing scream.

"No! No more . please. I'll do it. I just don't know . " muttered the sickening Mary.

"What you say?" the girl said still towering over the prostrated woman.

"I 'll do it . I 'll do it!" shouted Mary into the dark skin all around her face.

"Oh NO No . You got's to beg me . to be allowed to 'do it.'.", smirked Desdemona as she squatted down hovering over the white woman's face.

"Please, Please let me eat you." the defeated woman said. Begging was only words she thought.

Mary wondered.

"Well . OK, but how does I know that you will do a good job? You will do a good job. Or else." said the girl pulling her pussy lips open to show the subservient woman what she wanted eaten. "Well OK NOW! Go ahead . Lick. me. Lick me you bitch.'

Her precious tongue went out and licked the outside of the hair lined pussy lip that was being presented to her face.

There was another flash, as yet another incriminating picture was taken of the poor woman, this time being initiated into the practices of lesbianism.

The taste wasn't really nasty . It tasted like . kinda sticky . and . musty . and salty. Then the pussy leant forward and forcing itself tightly onto the white woman's mouth. Having no other options she sucked and almost chewed the pussy lips, doing the best she could, shutting her mind off as much as she could.

"Don't you piss about there. I believes you ain't done it before, but you know what you like and you'd better be getting to doing that for me or ."

"That's the way . More tongue NOW! . Good! Now suck that thing . Do it like ."

More flashes and her new skills were catalogued.

"OK! Good enough! Now give her a little 69 lezzie warm up." called out Bob from above.

With that Desdemona got up and turned round. Then knelt down over Mary's face again, only this time, reversed, bringing her ass hole into the cowering woman's view. But this time the black girl lowered her own belly on to the white woman's belly. And her own face descended between the white thighs.

The cowered woman now looking up directly into a hairy black ass hole.

As the command "Legs open!" came again, Mary again spread and repeated the position she had assumed before.

She felt movement. Then she felt kinky hair between both her thighs and seconds later a tongue began brushing over her own pussy lips.

"Right little lezzie you married." Monk taunted the still tied down, gagged Frank as he held up the sweating man's head to assure, he watched every minute of the action.

His wife was bone dry but in the 69 position. She was only concentrating on her one oral tasks, for him.

The efforts of Desdemona, although expertly applied and even with digital stimulation of her clit, failed to get her cunt to juice up.

"My turn now. Let a real man try her out." said Bob and waved the black lezzie away from the prone woman.

Before Mary had time to react to the departure of the cunt above her face, Bob had moved between her wide spread legs. She tried to get up protesting, but Bob grabbed her under her thighs, lifting them, and slid his cock across her pussy which was slightly damp from saliva. He leaning forward with all of his weight and his rigid cock slid right into her open defenseless cunt.

The first lunge took his penis about half way in, it was a rough, very sore time for her as the excited man fucked into her dry vagina.

She screamed partly in pain, and partly with the humiliation, in knowing that this low life was now taking her body. She could do nothing . absolutely nothing about it.

Bob pulled back, a little, then drove in again, hard, then out and finally on his third thrust got all of himself all the way inside her.

The pain was so sharp, she thought at first he was using a metal dildo. She knew she was cut and bleeding inside. But now that he was finally, fully inside her, just laying there on top of her, she knew it was his over stimulated big dick.

His rough clothes, rubbed against her soft tits. He was fully dressed, with only his dick sticking out of his fly. He liked fucking a new bitch like this. (The power thing.)

Now that he had achieved his perch, he began kissed her mouth. He tasting Desdemona's pussy on her lips, and smiled. She taasted, his beer baited breath. He moved his tongue inside, her mouth as she fought to move her head away from the kiss.

"You're ain't gonna disobeying me?" her smiling black rapist inquired.

"No!" she whispered.

"Then KISS back and use that tongue . lots of tongue . right . move it around inside . now!" he ordered. "And moan! Lots of maoning!"

Bob milked the kiss for the hole time, as he now continued to forced his cock all the way up her cunt. Taking his head away, forcing himself back onto his arms he called across to Frank,

"Pay attention FAG! Watch how a real man fucks a bitch like this one here."

A distraught husband, although he felt that his wife might make love to another man that evening, felt that this was not making love. This, he felt was rape, and his dear wife was not enjoying it.

Bob rose up his chest and started to sucked her defenseless tits.

"They is tasty . ain't they FAG?" Bob inquired of the horrified husband.

Then she started to scream as he captured the left nipple in his mouth and bit down on it . All the while eyeing her frantic husband.

"Keep watching! You'll learn something about whore bitches like this FAG!." the thug Monk ordered.

Having humiliation the couple, Bob now set about pleasuring himself. He pushed himself in and out to his own rhythm. She was just a hole, for his pleasure now, as he thrust in and out with ever increasing speed and violence.

She could do nothing, but lay back, grunting and moaning as the breadth was knocked out of her.

Suddenly the black body on her, tensed up, and she felt the wetness that signaled, him had come deep inside her body.

She felt utterly defeated, and very tired. She lay back as he withdrew and commenced to sobbing.

Wearily Bob rose up, went over and sat on the sofa with his deflated sticky cock still out side dribbling on to his dirty trousers.

"HAY YOU BITCH! Crawl over here and clean my cock for me . you dirtied it. So you'd best clean it!" he demanded with a regal wave of his right hand.

She could not believe it. Surely she had suffered enough. Bob had done enough to her and her husband . now .

"No please." she pleaded while trying to sit up.

"You're not gonna refuse me, are you?" he asked glancing over at her captive husband.

She had no choice, defeated again, she crawled slowly across the floor. She switched off her mind, as she reached the black sadist.

Obediently she lowered her head onto another man's cock. This was the third time that night, only this time, it was coated with her own cunt juice and his semen.

It was awful!

But she still had to do it. Her spirit was broken! She had to obey. Trying not to gag but.

"Kneel up!" a male voice behind her ordered.

"And beg me!" Bob demanded.

"Please let me clean your dick." she pleaded looking at the disgusting organ sticking out of the trousers.

"Yea! See FAG all whores love dirty dicks don't they? Go on." he said.

She obeyed, and began sucking Brian's dirty cock. She felt someone force her back down almost prone and then suddenly she felt Monk's slim long cock push into her cunt from behind.

"uuuu." she grunted but she continued to suck, the dick in her mouth.

Monk wasn't shy. He just pumped away in her cunt. To keep from sliding off her sweating back, he reached round to her chest, and grabbed her soft silky tits . pulled um out and squeezed um hard.

She escaped into another world. She crotch there like some animal and rocked with the men using her body for their pleasure.

She was just a naked BITCH, for their use . Then she CAME! All the times she and Frank had spent mak . fucking and she had to be used like this to .

She was disgusted with her body . and also DELIGHTED!

"Fagget you ever seen her work two men, real men before? Looks like your old lady loves two cocks. TWO real cocks!" laughed Monk as the helpless Frank could only lay there sobbing.

Moments later he was depositing his sperm into the orifice that already contained a load from Bob. Then he slid back, stood up, and as he was zipping up his dirty jeans, Monk asked the video man, Claud,

"Think you got enough good footage of the bitch?"

As he wanted a piece, of the scene, Claud confirmed with a grunt he had the tape.

"O.K. Then, It's you're turn in with the er. Show her your specialty!" Monk said.

After he withdrew from Mary's cunt she had slumped to the floor, and curled up into a fetal ball.

"OK my friend!" Claud said as Monk moved away taking the camera from him to record the new 'specialty'.

A smiling Claud turned to the almost comatose woman and demanded,

"UP ON YOU KNEES, BITCH THE NIGHT YOUNG AND IT AIN'T OVER YET."

A light kick to her shoulder made her uncoil and wearily try to comply.

As she got on her knees and looked up, came the instruction which made her blood run cold. She could only look up in horror when she heard,

"Lean over, lean way over. Good . But don't support yourself with your hands. Now just reach back . with both your hands and grab your cheeks, Ok now spread them, spread your ass cheeks, open. I only like um tighter than whores cunt holes. So I'm gonna corn hole ya. NOW!"

Had that instruction been given just one hour earlier, she would have screamed . tried to get away . fought . or reacted quite differently. But now, beaten as she was, she meekly bent way over, reached back and held open her virgin ass hole for this stranger.

Claud wanted to enjoy this. He knelt behind her unzipped his fly, and brought out his dick. He stuck it between the open white cheeks, and lightly rested the head of his cock against her tight little anal opening. He looked up at her husband and gave him a 'thumbs up'. Then he waited. He decided to push her further and ordered,

"Stretch um out more . for me. Be a good whore. I needs the room."

She gripped her ass cheeks tighter and pulled them open further, in an attempt to comply with his wishes.

As Claud looked down, he found it hard to believe that this beautiful clean woman, this wife, teacher, and such was now going bending over for him, surrendering her obviously virginal ass hole to him.

But here she was holding her cheeks wide, waiting for him to fuck her in the ass right now. No complaint . No fighting. She just held her ass cheeks there awaiting his pleasure.

Mary knew, as she waited, that she was about to suffer the final indignity.

No one, she knew, had ever even told her about anything like this. She had never even thought of . and now she was, bend over, spread open, waiting, resigned to being . ASS FUCKED here in this dirty hovel by a brute she did not know! In front of her husband, an audience, and it was all being recorded by a video camera.

She felt Claud's hard cock, rub around her tight little grommet, but it slid down her perineum, lower, and finally slide right into her sloppy pussy. She relaxed. She was elated! He was just gonna fuck her! But her elation was dashed when he withdrew, quickly. His cock rose up slightly and settled against her virgin ass-hole again.

Now it pressed against her anal opening, Hard! Then came the PAIN! the raw dull Pain! Soon it became a suddenly sharp stabbing pain as the fleshy column forced it's was past her tight anal grommet. With a grunt and a hard push, she felt a tearing from her ass flesh as Claud's cock sank all of the way inside her bowels.

Mary let go of her ass cheeks and reached out to the floor to supported their combined weight so she was not driven face first into the floor.

Hardly had she recovered from the initial push, when she felt him begin to slowly withdraw . 'it was pure agony', but it stopped. He paused with just the dick head remaining inside her vitals. Then he pushed back in, again, and then out and in again . faster and faster. Claud loved his 'work'. He supported himself by placing both his hands on her sweat soaked flanks. He looked over and smiled for the camera. Then he looked at her husband and again gave him a 'thumbs up'.

As Claud kept up a slow steady rhythm she heard.

"This bitch really likes it up the ass. Just like you FAG." Bob yelled across the coupled pair to the husband. "Must be your fag influence, you think?"

"Untie him, and bring him over here to get a good look see at this bitch." he ordered Desdemona.

As if on cue, Claud reached round Mary's now soaking back and grabbed her fleshy tits like two soft handles. Using them as levers, he rolling her captive nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Then he gave a firm squeezed . hard.

"Uuuuu. Uuuuu . Uuuuu" she mumbled as the dick continued to stab inside her vitals.

The pain in her chest did not hit she immediately as she was occupied with her poor ass being fucked out, and supporting them. But within seconds, the sharp pain from her tortured nips made her suddenly feel very sick. Her mind scrambled with the double battering of pain.

Her stressed arms supporting not only her but Claud's dead weight, gave way and she fell face down driven into the floor's rug. The dead weight on top of her body seemed to drive her into the hard wooden floor, the rug provided no cushim.

Seeing his chance Claud using his tit death grip rolled both of them over onto his back so now Mary's naked front was just lying up there, available, nude and defenseless, on top of his still pumping cock embedded deep in her suffering ass hole.

When he was brought over, Bob grabbed the naked demoralized Frank by his sweaty hair and pulled him down on his knees beside his wife. Bob forced her husband's face to within inches of her vacant, well used dripping cunt .

"You see this bitches cunt?" he demanded, pointing at her dripping available orifice, "That's is mine NOW! and I never . never ever, want you to ever look at it or think of using it ever again. You hear me fag . Don't worry about your needs because after tonight you won't ever be able to, and you won't ever even want to, when we are finished with you two.'

"Andy show the fag here his new vocation . '

Andy strolled over to where Frank was being held by Bob and unzipped his fly. "OK, fag . make with the lips, . get me nice and hard for the bitch's cunt, and be quick about it!." ordered Andy, although he was not gay, he too enjoyed the public humiliation of a captive husband.

Frank knew he had no choice. He opened his mouth and took another disgusting wet cock in his mouth. A hand gripping his balls convinced him to began again to suck cock. He gagged slightly at the putrid taste of the cock, and Andy's attempt at deep throating him.

As Frank gagged, Andy laughed and yelled down to the suffering wife,

"Lookie here you bitch cunt, look at your fag of a husband. Watch his sucking me nice and hard for you sloppy old hole. You can see he really likes this much better than you . Watch him ."

Mary looked up through her tear clouded eyes, and saw her husband kneeling above her, kneeling before Andy, and Frank seemed to be sucking the man's dick willingly.

"That's enough of that! Now FAG . maybe I'll let you have more later." said Andy withdrawing his shiny spit coated hard cock from Frank's still sucking mouth. "Make yourself useful . Put it in the bitch's cunt hole for me. Like a good fag."

Andy crouched down over Mary, and Claud, with his hard dick pointing at her open moist hole. Although Frank did not actually put the wet hard cock in his wife's cunt, he was there. He watched the three couple, feeling helpless and so did nothing to stop this brutal use of his wife .

Andy pressed his stiff all ready wet cock forward and squeezed it in beside Claud's in her now tightly packed ass tube.

Mary felt incredible pressure stretching her ass-hole's grommet, but her cunt tube was empty. Andy's cock began to work its way in. 2 . 3 . 4 pushes. Finally, painfully, he too was securely inside her bowels. Mary knew that the membrane separating her anus and cunt was stretched to its breaking point and might give at any time .

As she screamed, she heard,

"Tell me dearie . Tell me, I'm better than fagget over there."

'Yorrrrrr better, better . than my husband." she whined hoping to placate this monster deep inside her ass.

"Tell him you don't want his faggie ass around you anymore."

It was like play acting, but in her distress, she cried out loud, convincingly and clear so everyone in the room could hear,

"I DON'T WANT YOU AROUND ME . IN MY BED . OR IN MY PUSSY ANY MORE."

To her gawking husband, she sounded convincing. He could not do anything to help or protect her. In his mind, he understood. As he hung his head, and hoped, though that maybe.

"Hay fag look carefully you see me sliding into the bitches asshole too?" Andy demanded of the cowering husband over his shoulder. "Even a fag like you can see, how much better we are at satisfying a bitch like her than you ever could."

"Yes . Yes . " the deflated husband mumbled looking at his former wife wriggle there impaled by two men's cocks in her ass.

"Move out ta way fagget. Bitch still got another hole for a man to use." Bob said unzipping his fly.

The naked husband moved over and stood there watching powerlessly, as Bob knelt down beside Mary's gasping mouth. Smiling Bob presented her with another black cock to satisfy. She didn't need to be told what to do. She turned her sweat soaked head slightly, stretched out her neck and reached across with her right hand. She grasped the offered dick, and direct the stiff black organ into her ovaled lips. When the organ entered her oral cavity, Mary immediately started sucking the offered wet black dick again.

Frank looked on in horror as his lovely dark hared wife serviced 3 cocks from the gang members. He couldn't help it . he broke down and wept like a woman.

"AAA get over hear little boy," called Desdemona, sitting on the floor holding open her smelly cunt, "Make your faggie self useful . NO! . Don't even try to walk like a man . Fags like . you crawl . So CRAWL like the fagget bitch you are to my pussy . Crawl to my pussy . FAG!"

Frank had to obey her. He did as she commanded him. He crawled, she beckoned and moments later he found himself eating the nasty smelling cunt of this young black girl. All the while in his ears he heard the grunts and moans of the 3 men fucking, his wife .

Andy yelled "Yes . oh Yes . you fucking bitch!" as he came in Mary's tortured ass hole.

She felt the wetness and then his dick being withdrawn. She felt soo relieved! She couldn't help it.

She came . again.

When he quickly pulled out of her tortured ass, squirting his dribble of cum all over her hairy pussy and heaving white belly, SHE CAME!

"Aahhh!" she moaned. But her body was rising to orgasm again!

Soon Bob too withdrew from her still gaping mouth. But he was still hard. Then started using his hand in blurred strokes till he too ejaculated. Satisfied he made sure his spunk went all over her still wide open lips and tortured face.

Claud pushed her off his still stiff prick, but he was not able to cum in her ass.

This left her body with that empty feeling that Frank had left her with most nights. All worked up and unsatisfied.

Mary was soo tired . She could only lay there, in the middle of the dirty floor, on her side. she aching all over and was covered with the gobs of male spendings . She knew, now, she was their WHORE! They had made her cum! They owned her .

"Please . Please. "she begged .

"Looks like little bitch needs some dick . but were fresh out . How bout you do yourself for us?" Bob demanded amused at Mary's need.

She didn't even hesitate. She had to do this all the time at home . in the bathroom . in private . but . now . here .

She rolled over and mastibated her little love button to orgasm in seconds she was soo hot.

"Aaaaaaa!" she gasped and lay there satisfied.

"Desdemona take these nasty disgusting perverts out my sight. Get um on upstairs, and have um take a shower. And don't waist any hot water on um . Give um a nice of hot black coffee that's a good gal . Get your nasty disgusting asses up there, and mind your manners. She be your boss for now. Mind her!"

Mary flailed about trying to get to her feet. As she had to follow the black girl, pushing her demoralized husband away from her and up the stairs. Finally she managed to get on her feet. The girl quickly grabbed Mary's arm and pulled the miserable, sobbing wife up. Then she helped the puzzled naked couple upstairs.

There was a relieved look on their faces. It was all over? Had it just been an over the top sex session? If that was the case, they could get over it.

Mary woke up standing there under the shower's freezing cold cleansing water. For a long time she didn't even feel the cold. The cold water running down over her sore abused body was almost soothing . at first. She was made to used the sliver of soap to clean the disgusting cum off her skin and out ever sore orifice, before the girl let her get out. Even the small sliver of soap helped her feel almost clean again. When she got home she would .

"Come on . Come on . The fag needs a wash job too." The black girl demanded.

She stepped out and tried to dry her shivering body on the thin thread bare towel on the rack.

Self-conscious at being naked with two women Frank entered the shower as his wife left but she did not meet his gaze .

Desdemona fixed and gave the naked still wet wife a steaming mug of black coffee. MARY gratefully accepted it and sipped it as she attempted dried her wet hair on the all ready wet towel. Doing any thing as she sought to forget her previous humiliating ordeals.

She asked Desdemona what was going to happen now, but the girl did not answer her. Desdemona took the mug and refilled it for Frank.

From downstairs there were the noises of furniture being moved around. She also thought that she heard what sounded like their car returning with from the visit to her home.

By then her husband emerged having finished his shower. He was forced to try to dry himself on the other, smaller towel. He was then given the mug of hot black coffee.

The couple felt a little more relaxed and confident now. They even sat down there, draped in towels. They felt that their ordeal was over . It had been nothing more than a rather wild, kinky sex session. True it had gone too far but now they felt it was over . They were through it. They could go home . In their eyes, he had already decided that he would not press any charges.

She too was just looking forward to going home . to really cleaning her self up and recover from a night she would never forget, but it was over . OVER!

Then they heard Bob's voice demanding,

"Come down here you two! NOW!"

Reluctantly the naked couple started down stairs wrapping the meager towels around trying to cover themselves.

"Them towels stay here!" Desdemona demanded.

A little unhappy, but not feeling really too bad they obeyed. Again naked the couple made their way down the stairs. Frank almost smiled at his perceived relief.

he thought.

When they got back to the room, the naked couple froze in horror at the sight of the large group of thugs awaiting them.

Claud and Andy sat comfortably by the table. A roll around, low red metal tool chest stood beside them. The carpet had been covered with a large sheet of clear plastic sheeting. On top of the tool chest were several gadgets, which the nude pair could not make out.

Their clothes which had laid around on the floor, were gone! Tyrone and his friend were standing close to the stairs, each holding a baseball bats at the ready.

Behind them, Desdemona pushed the reluctant pair down, off the stairs and into the center of the room. The thugs closed in around them. They turn and looked for a way to get away, but the door was closed and Andy, together with Claud blocked that escape route.

"Are my nice new fuckers . feeling all better then?" leered Bob.

"Yes" Frank gulped. She just remained silent, with downcast eyes, afraid, nude in the presence of all the men and boys.

"Good! Well lets clear up a little business first." Bob began. "We've been through all your papers and things. We found you have 3167.23 on deposit in your bank accounts you pitiful fag. Not much but we'll take it. You'll make out a check for that to ME! Personally! We've begun emptying your over draft accounts at the ATMs. Some of our 'scavengers' are maxing out you're credit cards at the local stores, they have needs . They'll continue to do so until they get refused."

"The Porsches are ours now. You'll just sign the back of the registrations NOW! No need to report um stolen or anything nasty like that. That means you, Frankie boy, will have to find another way of getting home tonight. But never mind. That we'll fix up later."

"Now lookie here. These adds are going to be in the next issue of 'COUPLE'S'", he said handing Frank some slips of paper. They were proof copies of new half page advertisements.

With horror Frank looked down at the scraps of paper in his hand. His eyes widened .

The first slip was one of the large, half page adds. A large picture of Mary in her 'pose' was on top, and underneath it, captioned in large red letters,

'Submissive young housewife seeks no limits experiences! only very generous, VERY DOMINANT PEOPLE accepted! NOTHING IS TO FAR OUR FOR ME!'

The other add proof showed, another picture of Mary, only a face this time but she was sucking a large black dick. This one was captioned,

'Good looking teacher looking for LARGE gang bangs! All offers accepted No parties to large for me . BRING YOUR FRIENDS I LOVE HARD COCKS!'

"You see, Frankie you fag ya, Mary's cute little ass in this add, is going to make us a hole lot of money.' he said running his hand over her shuttering left breast. "and she'll get all the dick she wanted."

Frank was stunned. He was speechless. .

"You've heard of Gypsy Cabs? Well out here regular cabs don't run but the Gypsy's do. So in consideration of you're wife's 'entertaining' a few of um, they might . just might, take you're naked white ass back to your little house, but before that you will need to help wifie here earn their tip. You have to tip these blacks to run ya all that way to your home. Now all you have to do is sit right out there, outside that door and charge all of the young lads outside a 1 for a piece of your wife's ass."

"You Mary . you lucky whore ya, ea get to 'entertain' all the young lads! You'll love every dick of it!"

Frank was befuddled. He thought about protesting but saw Tyrone fisting his baseball bat. He was too afraid to argue.

"OK. Good . Now after the proceedings, we will have a little punishment session for any misdemeanors you two make before or make during and then you, Frankie, can go along on home . The bitch . well we'll see . I kinda like her nice big white ass. And Claud . well . "

The naked couple looked at each other with despair, but they couldn't see any way out of this hopeless situation then they heard,

"Tyrone whyn't you show this fine bitch here to her 'entertaining' room and give Frank here the little stool to sit on outside the door. Now Tyrone you be sure to make them comfortable. They got's lot of work to do and it's getting late . They both have to get to work tomorrow . Don't you'se?"

"Oh Frankie my little fag boy. listen close . you be sure to collect that money . Else I might have Tyrone and the boys take a stick to you and run you home . HAHAHA!"

Tyrone led the downcast couple down the stairs to the first floor, then back to the rear of the building.

Andy and the two skin heads with the bats followed behind, to ensure the couple obeyed calmly and did not try to escape.

Tyrone pushed open a door on the left of the hallway and entered. Mary took one look inside from the hall, and froze in horror. Madly she tried to turn around and to escape.

In the filthy room, she had seen a large dirty double bed mattress on the floor with chains and cuffs secured to the floor at all four corners. She knew they were there, waiting to enslave her . forever .

"OK! OK! . ON THE BED BITCH!" ordered a confident Tyrone. "Make it easy and I won't chain your legs wide open."

She had to try. She struggle but he was experienced in this. Grabbing her by her right arm, he bent it up behind her back, and dragged her back-wards into the horrible room. Then he twisted her around and threw her down, on her back, onto the dirty bed quilt. He reached round grabbed her right tit and squeezed real hard, saying,

"That's earned you another punishment. Keep it up bitch . You'll suffer for every infraction . LATER. Do you understand me?"

Laying on top of her, on the bed, he released his tit hold to grab her by her soft white neck.

She was now more frightened than ever. She went limp, as he pulled a chain up and secured it to the collar still secured at her throat. The other end of the chain was fastened to the room's floorboards.

Despite all that had happened that evening she now felt the most vulnerable ever. Chained, nude there on that dirty bed, she was at her lowest ebb. She had been soo elated only minutes earlier. But now she knew, she was truly going to be a captive SEX SLAVE. She could see herself nude and chained to this dirty bed . available to anyone that wanted to use her forever and ever.

she wondered.

Her helpless husband could just stand there in the doorway, looking on, as his lovely, naked, slim little wife was chained to the room's floorboard to fuck for his cab fare home.

She looked so . so vulnerable laying there, naked, sexy, CHAINED, seeking to protect her vulnerable tits with her arms. This sight affected even him, in his current predicament, could not help himself. His dick began to swell at the very sight of her vulnerable nudity.

Tyrone grabbed Frank's stiffening dick, and dragged him outside the door. He kicked a small stool there in the hall and forced him to sit on it, on the landing outside the door. Then Tyrone ordered the naked subdued husband,

"Didn't he tell you to not look at that pussy no more? You got's one punishment coming too. Now remember shit head . Your job's to sit right here, collect the money, 1 a head for your wife's ass, or cunt, or mouth . You got it? It's for your trip home. I want every penny here in this bag . You got it?'

The demoralized man could only sit there, naked, on that little stool, trying to cover his own shrinking genitals with his hands. The black boys stair caused him to grab up the gray cloth bag and hold it out. He felt soo defeated and powerless. In his mind, his was desperately trying to think of some way to get out of this situation, but none would come. His hard on was all that his brain could comprehend.

Inside the dirty room a naked Mary could only curl up and lay there, chained by her neck to the floor. Looking up she saw only the room's dirty stained ceiling. She wonder what worse fate awaited her, here in this dirty little room? Shuttering she could only close her naked legs, cover her tits with her hands and await her fate.

Time seemed to crawled by. But like waiting for a horror, the fear of the unknown elongated the time span endlessly.

Both heads jerked when they heard a loud knock on the outside door.

They both heard a muffled conversation down the hall, before Bob led a small unshaven dirty middle aged black man down the hall to them.

"No charge for this one." he muttered to the cowering Frank as they passed the naked husband holding out the bag.

"Mr. um . Smith here is a real special customer of mine. He likes to see all the new ones and leave his mark on the fresh meat. This here's the pitiful excuse for a husband . But you'd best get hold of that bag and be ready . less I have Tyrone come back cut them useless balls off'n you."

Frank quickly forgot modesty and held out the bag, with both hands. Now he sat there ram rod straight and held it out ready for .

When the pair of older black men entered the room Bob explained .

"Here's the bitch. All yours Mr. Smith," said Bob pushing the door open to show the nude cowering chained female. "What do you think your doing? You trying to embarrass me in front of my best customer? Get those hands off them tits . spread them legs . Make the man feel welcome here . you'd best be friendly . You got's another punishment coming and if I hear you don't behave FRIENDLY . you'll get another one. Now spread um for this fine customer ."

Sensing danger and hearing the word punishment again she quickly dropped her hands letting her tits fall away form her chest, and opened her legs showing her hairy pubic mound to this pair of disgusting men.

"You stupid bitch! You tired? Don't me ever let me catch you just lay there. Get that ass up from that mattress."

She tried to stand but the chain attached to her collar, pulled her up short.

"NAAA! Bitches like you don't greet customers on they feet. They kneel up there . Now do it!"

In fear for her life she quickly knelt in the middle of the bed, and looked up sheepishly at her owner.

"Now put your damn hands behind your damn head. Stick out them tits . and open them knees . Wider . Man might want to fuck that pussy . Let him see the merchandise."

In her fear, she did as he demanded, and held the demeaning whore's position.

"Now every time I or any of my customers come in here, you be that way or I'll fix it so you and your fagget husband never forget your 'unfriendly' attitude. And open them lips!" Bob demanded squeezing her cheeks causing her mouth to open.

"A customer comes in here, and sticks out a dick, you beg . 'nicely' . to be allowed to suck it. He wants you to suck it. You do it enthusiastically . lot's of tongue . whole lotta of slurping . My customers like SLURPING . You see's a cunt, you beg for that too . You understand me?"

She nodded her head. She just could not bring forth the words .

SLAPPP

The strong black right hand slapped her face while it's mate held her hands captive behind her head.

"You don't shake at me . You bitch, You answer me . You answer me respectfully. I is your owner. I'll get a dull butter knife and cut off your tits, I get any complaints about you're bad attitude or servicing of my clients . You hear me?" Bob demanded.

"YES SIR!" she answered quickly, looking down at the dirty mattress fearing more physical pain, her face smarting from the slap.

Bob stood up smiling at his demonstrated power over her but as he left the room, he said.

"You tell me if'n she don't give proper respect Mr. Smith."

She could only kneel there, wide open for anything, watching as Mr. Smith walked around the room, observing her like some kind o' lab rat he was going to use for his amusement.

He was short say 5' 3" or so, with small thick horn rimmed glasses. He was skinny, wearing a dirty white T-shirt with filthy jeans, carrying a nice new looking long sports bag.

"Well we have a beauty here" Mr. Smith said looking down at the chained young wife kneeling at his feet. He slammed the rooms door closed. Mr. Smith liked his privacy. Slowly he advanced on her. He reached out a filthy hand and ran it over her naked, shrinking left tit . She tried to shrink back away.

"No! He said you'd be fiendly! Do I have to ."

She froze and just knelt there as the black hand took possession of her soft left boobie.

"Nice . Really nice . Now don't worry, girlie! I am not going to rape you." he quietly informed her continuing to need and weigh, her oh so soft mammary.

After a few squeezes he let go of her tit and seemed to lose interest. He stood up straight, and turn away from her. He put his big new bag down on the room's only chair.

ZIIPPII

The zipper noise sounded lous in the quiet room. She was confused, but held her pose. Seconds later, it became all too clear what Mr. Smith intended. He turned back to face her and advanced upon her left side. He stood there with a long black leather whipping cane. He reached out with it and touched her tit with the cane.

She madly shook her head . and cried out,

"NOOO! Oh please . NO!"

But without further ado, the man brought the cane down quickly, 3 times across her defenseless soft white left breast meat. She commenced to screaming as he was just clipped the delicate skin. Causing maximum pain, with minimum damage.

She bent down and clutched the smarting poor mammary to protect it, otherwise she knelt there rigid.

Mr. Smith frowned and turned back again to rummage in his bag. He retrieving something and returned to her with a roll of silvery metallic tape, a large 4" wide roll. 'ZZZZZZ" He played out and cut off a long strip and began to stick it all over her gaping mouth.

It didn't hurt so she did not struggle. She was too terrified. She continued to kneel there holding her throbbing tit.

Soon she found she was unable to make a sound, but he continued to work a second long strip of the tape onto her white chin, totally obscuring her lower face.

She panicked! If he put it over her nose, she could suffocate, and no one would even care . Her useless 'fag' husband was waiting outside the closed door, and she was alone here naked and helpless .

But she soon forgot this concern. Mr Smith stood and retrieved his cain again. She tried to turn her tits away from the cane as it came down 3 times more, but this time onto her defenseless right breast.

He stopped, raised the cane high and demanded,

"On your back and open you pretty little legs . for me bitch . "

She refused! She absolutely refused, and she lay back but covered her sex lips with both hands. For this bad attitude she received at least 30 more blows all over her twisting naked body. She could not even scream now, only grunt and try to evade the vicious black cane as it cut into her very soul.

Outside the room Frank could just sit there cowering. He heard the initial scream and then only more muted noises. He wondered what was going on, but he dare not do anything, about it for fear his own balls would suffer .

"Ready to opening them now?' asked Mr. Smith with a twisted smile, wiping the sweat from his greasy forehead .

Stinging all over she had no choice. With that cane he could continue to cut her to pieces . if she did not oblige him. She fully expecting the cane to cut into her open defenseless pussy. Instead he turned back to his bag and retrieved something she did not see. He knelt down and reached between her legs with that something. Then there was a terrible stabbing pain, deep inside her defenseless vagina.

She couldn't help closing up her legs and trying to twist away, but he and the thing stayed within her now burning vagina.

Something LARGE! really LARGE! was being forced up into her cunt. She did not care what it was . She could only laid back, raise herself up and open to the maximum, hopping to ease the entry of whatever he was thrusting into her sex. Her tear filled eyes look at the dirty ceiling and hope for an end to it . Whatever it was .

The burning remained but the thrusting into her cunt stopped. The presence of something big stayed inside her sex.

Mr. Smith stood and again wiped his sweating brow.

When he again reached down. She hurt soo much, but she could only look on in horror. Almost gently he began to pet her now distended belly. Then he slid his black hand down, gently and secured a large hand full of her thick black pubic mane .

Frank, outside the door, heard the loud muffled scream from inside the room, again, as Mr. Smith tried to lift her up off the bed solely by her thick pubic hair.

The pain shot through her lower belly was like a million tiny sharp needles . in and round her tortured pussy, and all the way back between her buttocks to her tail bone.

Then again the pain from her cunt started again. It was incredible, as Mr. Smith went back to thrusting the object in and out of her burning cunt, with every increasing speed. With no lubrication the pain from the huge object's insertion in to her belly was unbearable.

Mary tried escape in her mind. She tried to let her mind wander, thinking of . a song, . a book, . anything. She was just about to pass out when she felt a warm splash of something sticky on her tits. Then another.

She opened her eye lids, a little, and through tear stained eyes she could see that Mr. Smith had masturbated himself also and now he had cum all over her heaving chest.

She ached all over . She felt soo dirty . so used. Her cunt burned!

Smiling down on his 'work' Mr. Smith turned and replaced his cane inside his bag. He zipped it closed, picked it up, and left the room.

On seeing him leave, Bob smiled and told the nude Frank to go on in there and fix up the bitch for the rest of her other customers.

He left the pair and went to talk and joke with the retiring Mr. Smith. He wanted Mr Smith's opinion about the service he had, had from the new prostitute.

Reluctantly Frank entered the room, trying to keep from making eye contact with his naked sobbing wife.

She started to get up, but them lay back helpless, on the dirty bed when she saw HIM. She turned her head to the wall, and continued to weep bitterly. Her tits and her hole, Her whole body seemed to be covered with hurt! The thick cooling sperm seemed to lay all over her abused chest making it disgusting to touch them. She was gagged with silver metallic tape and from inside her tortured cunt an upside down coke bottle top could be seen, but the rest of it was all the way inside her vagina.

A horrified Frank did not know what to do. As he stood there indecisive as usual they both heard from behind them,

"Come on! Come on! Get that nasty bottle she's playing with out of her cunt. She can't work all plugged up like that . and lick up all that cum, that's a good boy . and get that gag off her other hole . She better be clean and ready for the customers, when they come on bac