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SEX SLAVE
I first met Madelyn six months ago. I had just started
my first day on the job as an office worker at a local
health club. The job was only part-time, but one of the
side benefits was use of the facilities.
Not that I really needed them; even after three
children, I still had a nice figure. That's pretty good,
considering the rest of me--I'm pretty short, only five two,
with 36D breasts, and I weigh just one ten. My best assets
are my legs--they're long and shapely, and my face, which
makes me look sixteen, even though I'm thirty two. My hair
is thick and black, very wavy, and long, which helps.
Madelyn introduced herself to me right off. She was
the boss--a fact she made plainly evident. A striking woman
of thirty eight, she could have easily passed for ten or
twelve years younger--tall, very shapely, young face, long,
dark blonde hair she wore in a braided pony tail. Her
outfit, made up of a short leather skirt, burgundy blouse
and black pumps, with nude hose, revealed very much to the
eye.
She took one look at my outfit and shook her head
sadly. I couldn't see why; it was perfectly business-like.
Calf-length skirt, a white blouse, blazer, white stockings
and white pumps.
"No", Madelyn said, shaking her head. There was a look
of what I might call contempt in her eyes. "No, Karen, this
will not do. We like to portray an image of carefree youth
here. Notice." She pointed to the two other girls in the
office. Both got up quickly, almost obediently; they were
young and pretty, dressed in short skirts and tasteful
blouses, high heels and such. "I should have told you the
dress code. First, no skirts below the knee; we prefer
above or to the top. Secondly, no hose other than tan or
nudes. Above all, nothing which has no sleeves and nothing
loose or rumply. This is a health club; we prefer to
project health, as well."
I nodded. She had a point. Then she smiled at me.
"Other than that, welcome to the Eternal Youth Health Club.
There's your desk over there." She pointed toward a glas
top, open front desk with a terminal and a small filing
cabinet. She sat me down and got me oriented, explained to
me that I was permitted to have knicknacks or family
pictures on the desk if I wished, the usual chatter. Then
she let me work.
The other girls were helpful, if quiet; more than once
they stole looks at me, with little smiles. They weren't
mean looks, but I got a funny feeling about it...
When lunchtime came they left, but I stayed behind to
get myself better oriented. I had brought a picture of my
family with me, taken just a month before: my husband, Tim,
whom I love dearly, and has been nothing but good to me
since we married when we were both sixteen; my oldest
daughter, Kera, sixteen, who looks just like me; my twelve
year old, Candace, and my young son Tim Jr., who was six.
As I was putting it into place, my eyes drifted over to the
reception chairs against the far wall. The way they sat,
anyone in them had a full view of all three desks--that
included what lay underneath. I crossed my legs
self-conciously, even though my skirt hid everything and
there was nobody there.
That first day after work, Madelyn offered to pay for a
new wardrobe for me--it was tax deductible, she explained.
I didn't refuse the offer; the look she gave me when I
started to was enough to chill that idea. She even invited
herself along, picking out clothes for me as we shopped
after work. She explained the dress code was very serious.
"At Eternal Youth, we like our guests to have
motivation to succeed", she explained, "and that means both
men and women. Conservative dress simply will not do, you
understand."
The trouble was, I was used to conservative dress; I
grew up in a conservative family. I didn't make my children
dress that way--Kera was always in short skirts--but I did.
My mother had insisted it was "terrible" for a woman to show
too much leg, and in fact, it was one reason I got married
at sixteen--to get away. Unfortunately, old habits die
hard.
When I showed up for work the next morning, I felt
uncomfortable, yet freer, in the short skirt I was wearing;
Madelyn approved, as did my two co-worker, Carrie Ann and
Laura.
Madelyn handed me something else, too--a pair of pink
shorts and running shoes, and a pink t-shirt with the
"Eternal Youth" emblem on front. She told me that certain
days of the week I would be working the "floor" in the club,
and this was my outfit; she would tell me beforehand.
That started the next day. I was assigned to work with
Dave Coler, one of the instructors; he was young, only
twenty six, solidly built, with wavy blonde hair and
laughing blue eyes. Carrie Ann and Laura had both dated
Dave--Carrie Ann, in fact, was married, and was having an
affair with him. I know this because over time, I caught
them together, usually in the equipment storage room. I
never told anyone, though.
Dave was fun to work with, and I came to look forward
to my days on the "floor", which I alternated with the other
girls. He could be a little overbearing at times: he would
put his arm around me all the time, or pat me on the rear,
or make comments about my legs. I asked him to stop a few
times, but he didn't, and I learned to leave it go; it
turned on Dave was one of the top instructors, and his word
was stronger than mine with Madelyn.
Finally, though, Dave pushed it too far; he got me
alone in the equipment room one day and pulled out his
penis. He said something about putting in me; I didn't
hear. I stormed out and told Madelyn, threatening to quit
if she didn't do something. She did; Dave got reprimanded,
and I was assigned to work with Madelyn on the floor. I
thought my trouble was over.
Was I ever wrong!
CHAPTER 2--The Seminar
Six months passed, which brings us to the present.
Dave left me alone; Madelyn and I became good friends, if
not best friends. We worked out every day after work,
usually with Madelyn coaching me. The whole time we talked
extensively about me, my marriage, my husband and kids. She
ate dinner at our house, got to know me very well--though I
learned little of her. She wasn't married, I knew, but that
was about it. Then she gave me the opportunity to get to
know her.
"The Club is sponsoring a three day seminar this
weekend", she told me. "I'd like you to come. In fact, I
insist. It's mostly business, but you'll have an
opportunity for fun. A girl's weekend away", she told me.
I agreed only after talking to Tim; he thought it
sounded like fun. He'd been planning to take the kids
camping anyway (I hated to go camping). Kera had backed out
of that; she was going to stay at a friend's house. She
hated to go camping, just like me.
So I went. Madelyn didn't tell me much, just that we'd
have a suite, and I should bring a swimsuit--in keeping with
tradition, she bought me one, a little thing that hardly
covered me. I was also to bring my usual dress clothes and
my "floor" outfit, and I did.
The hotel was nice; it wasn't more than a few miles
from home, very ritzy but not very full, especially with a
seminar. Madelyn explained that things didn't start until
Saturday, anyway, so we'd have the whole suite to ourselves.
The suite itself was nice--three bedrooms, a sauna,
bathroom, balcony, everything. The bedrooms were huge and
nearly soundproof, with king size beds and thick, plush
carpeting. Madelyn had me put on my swimsuit, and we went
down to sun by the pool. The place was filled with
men--almost no women, I noticed, and no children. I got
more than one appreciative stare and whistle while I sunned
myself.
A few hours later, after I'd tanned nicely all over
(Madelyn had taken me to the hotel's little health club and
had me tan the rest of my body--suitless), we went back up
to change for dinner. I put on a white blouse with short
sleeves, a short denim skirt, white high heel pumps and nude
hose; Madely dressed similarly, her blouse burgundy, like
the first time I'd met her, her skirt white leather. We
went to dinner, then afterward to the bar.
I don't drink, but I allowed myself to have a Shirley
Temple, which of course, has no alchohol. While we sat
there, surrounded my mostly men, both of us got hit on a
lot; Madelyn made one promise after another, giving them our
suite number, then explaining it was "just for her",
indicating the wedding band on my left hand. Nobody
objected, though a few guys seemed pretty disappointed.
I didn't know what to think of Madelyn; was this what
she meant to show me? That she was a...forgive me...a slut?
I sure seemed that way, to me. Eventually, her attention
turned to all the men, who had begun to flock around her,
and I excused myself to head back to the room. I was tired
and a little disgusted by her behavior, to say the least.
It seemed like most of the hotel was in the bar; the
lobby was empty, and the elevator was, too. I passed a boy
of about eighteen delivering room service, but that was it.
Unlocking the door to the suite, I stepped in.
Suddenly, a hand clamped over my mouth. My arms were
pinned behind me, and as I struggled, I was aware I was
inhaling a strong, pungent scent. Dimly I remembered a few
movies I'd seen, and then I passed out.
CHAPTER 3--The Rape
The next time I awoke, my head felt heavy and groggy,
and I was aware of the taste of linen in my mouth. I tried
to spit it out, but my tongue contacted cloth. Panicked, I
tried to pull it away, but my hands wouldn't move; I could
feel ropes against my wrists, holding them behind my back,
and more on my ankles. Opening my eyes, I saw I was lying
on my bed.
I rolled over and found at least a dozen men standing
around me, some stroking their penis's, some staring at me.
My heart began to pound, and tears filled my eyes. They
were going to rape me!
Then the crowd parted, and Madelyn was there, one arm
around Dave's waist. I stunned me to see him, and then I
realized that he, too, was one of Madelyn's lovers. Over
their shoulders looked Carrie Ann and Laura. They were all
smiling.
"You must have thought me a terrible slut", Madelyn
sighed. "I am. You will be too, after this. You're so
pretty, Karen, and it's a waste to have you confined to just
one man. Carrie Ann and Laura were much the same when they
came with me. Now they really know how to live!"
I began to sob. How could this be happening? It was
like a nightmare, or a horrible movie. I felt the bed
shift, and saw Dave straddling my knees, undoing the belt of
my skirt. Once he had that free, he pulled the skirt off,
then started to untie my ankles.
I closed my eyes. "Keep your eyes open!", Madelyn
snapped. "You will do what I tell you, or she'll pay!" She
thrust an instant photo into my face.
I gasped when I saw who "she" was. It was Kera--my
oldest. She was wearing a white long sleeve blouse and blue
shorts and white sneakers--what she'd been wearing before I
left that afternoon. Like me, she was also bound and
gagged, lying on a bed--I thought it might be Madelyn's--but
she looked to be asleep.
"She's drugged", Madelyn told me. "Totally unaware.
The last thing she remembers was falling asleep at her
friend's house." She smiled at Carol Ann. "Carol Ann's
niece is her best friend--her mother is also one of "mine".
We drugged her and brought her here, and she'll stay asleep
and unharmed as long as you listen. Understood?"
I nodded. By now, Dave had removed my hose and panties
and was putting my shoes back on--I don't know why. "You
can struggle all you want", Madelyn told me. "Fuck her."
Dave spread my legs and entered me on her command, his
huge penis ripping into me. It hurt worse than when I'd
lost my virginity, and I screamed into the gag. The pain
cut through me like a knife, leaving me dazed and panting.
In the meantime, someone else roughly tore my blouse
open and yanked my bra off, reveling my evenly tanned
breasts. Mouths descended, tongues licked my cleavage. One
mouth fastened on the erect pink nipple of the my right
breast and began to suck, fingers and hands pawing and
twisting the other. I watched it all, terrified about Kera,
sick and helpless. I felt Dave leave me and someone else
took over, grinding into my vagina. I couldn't stop
sobbing; it hurt so badly, the the penis in me, the hands
ripping at my clothes, pawing me, using me...
The thrusting between my legs became a slamming. I
felt them deep inside of me, striving to get the whole thing
deep in. "Tight...", one voice said, "fucking slut...",
another called me, and the world began to slip away.
CHAPTER 4--It's Not Over
When I came around again, I had been untied, my gag
removed, and I was kneeling beside the bed. The men were
all still there, stroking themselves. Someone cupped my
chin and leaned my head back, and I was looking up at
Madelyn.
"You passed out", she told me coldly. "That wasn't
smart, Karen. I don't want you to pass out without
permission. Because you did, I punished Kera." She held
down another snapshot.
Kera was still unconscious, but her blouse was open,
her bra gone, breasts exposed. Gobs of cum coated her
breasts and tummy, splashing up onto her chin. "Cum bath",
Madelyn told me. "And tit jobs. She has nice tits. Next
time, we wake her up." She shoved my head back.
One of the men had his penis in my face. "Smile",
Madelyn told me, "and put your hand on his cock. The left."
I did, and she snapped a picture. "Now suck."
I stared at the man's penis, inches from my mouth, felt
in in my hand. I had never even sucked Tim before; the
thought of a penis in my mouth made me gag. Then I thought
of Kera, and leaned forward, sliding the penis into my
mouth. I gagged a little, but managed to get a good rythm
going.
Madelyn told me to masturbate with my other hand. I
did as I was told, maintaining the same rhythm, thinking
always of Kera. She was an innocent girl--she never swore,
never even spoke of sex. Her goal in life was to be a
nurse, or maybe a doctor, and she didn't even have a
boyfriend. The idea of all these men entering her terrified
me.
I raised my eyes to the man. He had a half-grin on his
face, looking at me like I was a piece of meat, as if
sucking him was all I was good for. In my mouth his cock
swelled, pulsed, and then there was cum shooting out. I
choked it down; I was afraid if I didn't swallow Kera would
be "punished". When he was dry, I slid off, cringing at the
prospect of what Madelyn would say.
"She's learning", is all I heard. The next guy up was
Dave. I sucked at him numbly, remembering how he had raped
me, wishing I could hurt him the same.
"Good whore", Dave laughed. "Good little slut. You
like sucking my cock, don't you?"
No, I didn't, but I nodded anyway, his cock bobbing in
my mouth. He started to swell, then pulse. Before he came
he jerked his penis out and came in my face. I let him do
it, too scared to do otherwise. Carol Ann and Laura bent
down and licked my face clean, then moved back as another
man stepped into Dave's place.
My mouth was getting sore now; it only got worse when I
saw this man's huge penis. It was a monster, so big it
stretched my jaw to the limit when he slid it in. I could
hardly suck on it, and the frustration and the fear made me
start to cry again. That was greeted with hoots of
laughter, and then Madelyn spoke up.
"You're aren't playing with yourself, Karen!", she
snapped. I realized I'd stopped when the first man had
come. Madelyn grabbed my right hand thrust it against my
vagina. "Kera will be punished now! And it's all your
fault!"
I pulled away from the man, grabbing her hand.
"Madelyn, please! Don't hurt her! I'll do anything,
please!"
Madelyn slapped my face, twice, hard enough to sting
but not to mark me. "You will call me Mistress from now on!
Is that understood?"
"Y-Yes, M-Mistress", I murmured, sobbing.
She grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head
back. "Now tell me you're a slut."
"I'm a slut", I whimpered.
"Your husband is an asshole with a little dick!"
"My husband is an asshole with a little dick", I
sobbed.
"Good. Now suck!" She shoved me around, and I went
down on the guy with the huge penis, fingering myself hard
at the same time. Madelyn knelt beside me, reaching her
hands around to cup my breasts. "You do exactly what you are
told, Karen", she whispered, "and when Kera leaves here,
she'll still be virgo intacto. One more screw up..."
She moved away. I was too scared to notice or feel
anything, even my finger thrumming away inside of me, or the
taste of the warm penis in my mouth. The man suddenly
pulled out and shot his load on my breasts, covering them
with more cum than I thought possible. Again, Laura and
Carrie Ann licked it off, every drop.
I heard a door close, then Laura was beside me, holding
me by the shoulders. "Dave, let's let her rest. Please?
I'll do the rest of you. She's tired and she won't be any
fun if she's tired, right? Let me get her into the shower
and let her rest for a while. Please?"
Her voice was so pleading, her hold so gentle, I
started crying harder. There was a pregnant pause, then
Dave said "Okay", and everyone but Laura filed out. Gently
she helped me into the bathroom, put me in the shower and
took off her own clothes to climb in with me. She had a
nice body, shapely and sexy, though her breasts were smaller
than mine, with the same pink nipples.
She pushed my head down against her breasts and held me
while I cried. I didn't think I'd ever stop, but her gentle
murmurings and te soft caress of her hands soon did the job.
She raised my head and kissed me full on the mouth.
Surprised, I kissed her back. Her arms slipped around
me, supporting me, and the kiss lengthened. I've never had
lesbian sex before, though I've been curious; now I found, I
liked it. At the same time I was terrified this was another
one of Madelyn's little "ideas" for me.
As if sensing that, Laura raised her head. She was a
few inches taller than me, so I had to look up at her.
"Don't be scared", she said softly. "This is my idea, not
Madelyn's. If you don't want--"
"No. I want to", I told her, and kissed her again. I
parted my lips and left her tongue dart into my mouth,
teasing me. Her hand, holding a bar of soap, slipped
between my thighs, in and out of my vagina. As her fingers
glided over my clitoris, I began to moan, my hands coming up
to cup her breasts, squeezing gently.
Laura lowered her mouth to my breasts, sucking gently
at each nipple, hand moving in and out of me. Then she
moved down, kissing my belly, kneeling finally to press her
tongue into my already sensitive vagina. A few quick licks
and I exploded into orgasm, my knees sagging.
Laura held me up, holding me gently as she soaped me
down and rinsed me off. She helped me out, guiding me like
a child, kissing me, the toweled me off. As she stared on
my hair I dropped to my knees in front of her, my mouth
pressed against her vagina, which for the first time I
realized was shaved. It smelled of soap and tasted of it,
mixed with the salt of her juices, as I thrust my tongue in.
Laura moaned, her toweling hands moving fast then slow,
fast then slow, as I licked and licked and finally drained
her juices. It wasn't as bad as cum, I decided, and for the
moment, it was a pleasant distraction.
Laura helped me up again, handing me glass of
mouthwash. "Here, swish", she told me, picking up a brush
to do my hair. She groomed it nicely, brushing it out to
its full thickness while I washed my mouth out. She turned
me around again and was kissing me deeply when Dave walked
in, stark naked.
"Hold her, bitch", he snapped, and Laura turned me,
pinning my arms back. Into my ear she whispered, "It's
okay. I'm right here."
Dave entered me, fast and rough. There was a sadistic
look on his face as he raped me, laughing at my wincing and
my tears. I clung to the feel of Laura next to me, wanting
this to be over, for the pain to stop. Dave finished and
pulled out, grabbed my breasts, then told Laura to shave me
and left.
Laura held me again, as gentle as ever, and when I
calmed, guided me to the toilet. I sat down and she spread
my legs, explaining that she was going to shave my vagina.
I nodded and laid back, afraid of objecting for fear Kera
would pay.
It didn't take Laura long; I don't have much hair
there, anyway, and after a few snips with scissors and the
rather painful application of an epilator and then some baby
oil, it was over. I looked down at it--it was like when I
was little, only larger now, but just as hairless.
She put me into bed after that, lying next to me with
her purse at her side. "I was sorry to see you come to work
for us", she said softly. "I knew what Madelyn was going to
do, but I couldn't tell you. Neither could Carrie Ann. We
can't tell anyone. You won't be able to, either, when
Madelyn is done." I started to ask why, but she put a
finger to my lips. "You'll see soon enough."
She slid her arm under my neck. "The truth is, Karen,
I love you. If Madelyn knew I was being nice to you like
this, she'd...well, she'd make sure I was punished. After
this is over, I'd like to be your friend, maybe your lover,
too. Okay?"
I smiled at her. It was the first time since all this
had started that I had. "Okay."
She smiled. "You're a nice person, Karen. You don't
deserve this...rape. She uses that to break you down; she
wants you to be even more submissive and nice. You'll get
used to it, maybe even like it. Maybe not. I don't know if
I do, but I don't have much choice." She opened her purse
and pulled out a picture of a girl about eight years old;
she looked a lot like Laura. "This is Lori, my daughter.
This picture was taken just before Madelyn...remade me.
That's what she calls it." A tear rolled down her cheek.
"Lori was seven then. I knew Madelyn had her, but I guess I
didn't believe what she said. She let those...those men,
gang rape my daughter as "punishment". That was three years
ago, and once in a while, she'll have someone pick up Lori
as a "reminder". Lori is terrified of her. We all are."
I nodded. Who wouldn't be? "She'll hurt Kera, won't
she?"
"Yes. Carrie Ann doesn't have any kids, so they used
her niece. That's how they got Kera. We do anything Madelyn
says, not just because of our kids, but--"
Just then the door opened, and Madelyn stepped in. I
let out a gasp. Laura sat up, shoving the pictures back,
and scrambled out. Madelyn walked over and sat down beside
me. She was wearing her swimsuit. "Laura fucked you,
didn't she?"
I nodded, afraid to lie. "Smart girl. She really
likes you. She even begged me not to do this. Did you see
her daughter?"
I nodded. "Good. Right now, she's getting it on with
four guys. Laura is being "punished" for being nice to
you." She smiled as I started to cry, horrified by how
cruel she could be. What would she gain? What did she get
out of this?
"Laura won't help you now", she told me.
"Afterward...yes. She won't blame you--she's too nice."
She walked over my suitcase and pulled out an outfit,
throwing it on the bed. "Get dressed."
I did as she told me; the outfit was one of my regular
ones, short black skirt, red blouse, nude hose and my pumps.
She left the panties and bra out, I noticed. She tied my
hands again and gagged me.
With her holding my elbow in a tight grip, she led me
out into the main suite, where several of the men were
working on Laura and Carrie Ann. I only got a momentary
glimpse before Madelyn opened the door to her bedroom and
pushed me inside.
My heart fell instantly. Kera was awake--sitting up, a
blindfold over her eyes, the gag hanging around her neck.
She was still bound, though. At least, I saw, her blouse
was closed, but two of the men were sitting on either side
of her, stroking their penises.
"Why are you doing this?", she whimpered, and her voice
was so frightened and pleading, I wanted to hold her. But
Madelyn had my hands tied and was still holding my elbow.
One of the men squeezed Kera's thigh, making her
squeak. While he did that, the other man picked up a
syringe and a cotton swab. He swabbed the inside of Kera's
other thigh, then injected her with the syringe. She let
out a gasp, then went limp.
Madelyn pulled me back out into the living room, where
she removed my gag and shoved me to my knees. From there it
was a nightmare as each man made me suck him, guiding my
head with their hands. I choked and gagged as some tried to
shove themselves down my throat. Still others made me
swallow, or spurted on various parts of my body, soaking my
blouse. I was nearly unconscious when they finished.
But it wasn't over. I was manhandled and fondled, my
clothes torn off, and a vicious gang rape ensued. I passed
out during that, and when I awoke again, I was in bed, naked
and untied.
Chapter 5--Saturday
I sobbed most of the morning, too sore, exhausted,
degraded and hopeless to do anything else. Laura came in
after a while, and I apologized repeatedly to her; as
Madelyn had said, though, she was a nice person. She held
me while I cried; after a while I got sick, and she took
care of me. She helped me to shower; we didn't make love
this time. Finally, it was nearly noon when Madelyn came
in.
I cowered at the sight of her, terrified beyond belief
that one person could be so cold, so cruel. She sat down
next to me, a sheaf of papers in her hand.
"I'm here to make you a deal", she said. "All of this
will end...if you sign these. Here, read them."
I did, my vision blurring with tears. They were all
types of contracts--that I had willingly prostituted myself,
and had agreed, for $1000 (which Madelyn assured me had been
left in my desk at work) agreed to sell my daughter's body
in the event I was unable. There was also letters to Tim,
telling him that I was tired of being married to him and had
gone off to find some "bigger, harder cock." There was also
an affidavit that I had submitted willingly to acts of gang
sex, acting out a fantasy rape. I signed them all, too
scared to refuse, hoping it would end now.
Madelyn went over each one carefully, then had me
dress, putting on my "floor" outfit of the shorts and
t-shirt. With Laura's help she bound and gagged me, then
led me out to the men. There, I was gang raped again.
This time was different, though; the men were gentler,
though they raped both my mouth and vagina. They did me in
several positions, catching it all on film. After that I
was forced to proceed down a corridor of the men, smiling,
as each one groped and fondled and kissed me.
When that was done, everyone sat down to view the tape
that had been made; I felt sick. They had untied me during
the rape, making it appear as though I were doing it all
willingly. I even smiled at some points--but Madelyn had
told me to.
After that I was taken into the bedroom where Kera lay
drugged, and forced to offer her, on film, to the other men.
I had to smile and sound natural; it wasn't easy.
Fortunately, they didn't hurt her, and it was over quickly.
Madelyn told me to pick out ten men and have sex with
them; one was Dave, whom Madelyn picked for me. I was
threatened again, told to make it look real. I was so
scared and exhausted, I did my best, though I certainly
didn't enjoy it. Especially since Dave made no effort to be
gentle.
Finally, it was done. My fear of Madelyn was complete;
not only did she have those signed documents, but she
promised that at any time, she would use the tapes or even
Kera to get her way. She promised to be kind to me
otherwise from now on, provided I did what she said.
I slept for a while, then arose and put on my only
remaining outfit. Madelyn took Kera and I home in the early
hours of Sunday morning, taking Kera to Carol Ann's house,
where her niece lived, then taking me home. After a final
threat, she told me she would see me Monday.
Afterward
The next year of my life was like a living hell--almost
daily, I had sex with Dave, or was forced into having sex
with someone strange. I did parties, prostituted myself,
all at Madelyn's command. Her demands grew worse--soon, she
was having me go away for up to a week, hooking myself at
conventions and parties. My marriage to Tim grew strained,
and I grew suicidal. Then, mysteriously, it all stopped.
It seemed there was a fire at Madelyn's house--arson,
the police said. Madelyn died in the fire, along with Dave
and a dozen other men. A day later, the Club burned down.
I didn't care; I was saved.
Oddly enough, my savior was Laura. In those six long
months, we'd been together a lot, both as friends and
lovers. Then, one day when she got the flu and couldn't do
what Madelyn wanted, Madelyn had her daughter
"punished"--and this time, it was fatal. Little Lori died
when the car she was riding in, kidnapped by Madelyn's men,
crashed. Laura pretty much snapped; with nothing left to
lose, she killed Madelyn and the nightmare that had come to
haunt us all.
Now, two years later, I still have horrible nightmares
and the horrible secret of that weekened; Kera has all but
forgotten, believing it little more than a bad dream. As
for me, well, the bad dream will never go away.
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