14 comments/ 127857 views/ 18 favorites Newlywed By: AlphaBeatHer I have been married for three months. At the marriage ceremony I promised to obey my husband. I know this is not always done now, but I really wanted to obey. I am a traditional person, I love my husband and I wanted to be the best wife that I could be. I grew up in a strict household and during my engagement to my husband he spanked me when I needed it. That made me feel secure. My Daddy spanked me when I was a child. When my husband did it, it wasn't quite the same , but it gave me a feeling of security, comfort and being loved that I really needed. After the wedding I started to learn about what it meant to be a wife. I was not a virgin when we married. To be truthful I had several boyfriends when I was at college. We had intercourse and I did oral sex too. During the engagement to my husband we were intimate and he made it clear that if we were to marry I would have to accept certain rules. I was happy for him to spank me. In fact I have never felt better in my life than when he gave my bottom a good paddling before we made love. It really felt as though he cared enough about me to protect me and look after me as well as love me in the way that all the other boyfriends had. Since our marriage I have had maintenance spankings once a week and I have also been punished a few times for misbehaviour. All of that was OK and entirely justified, but what happened over the last week has changed things completely. One morning, just as I was getting up, my husband told me to suck him off and I said no. Of course I am happy to take my husband in my mouth. It is a normal part of our lovemaking and it is nice, but I do not really like him to cum in my mouth. When he does that I have to show him the cum in my mouth and then swallow it. I have not got used to doing that and I don't really like it. When he told me to do it that morning I did not have lovemaking on my mind. I was just wanting to shower and get on with my day. I was not prepared for the reaction to my refusal to obey. My husband got out of bed, took me by the hair and fucked my throat harder than he had ever done. When he was finished he told me that I was to be punished for my misbehaviour. When he returned from work that evening I was to present myself naked. When he entered. I had to have my crotch entirely hairless and smooth and I would listen on my knees as he told me what my punishment was to be. When he came home he had in his hand a ten inch vibrator which was thicker than anything I had ever seen. Along the side of it he had indelibly marked points from three inches to the end at one inch intervals. He said: "Tonight you will have one stroke of the cane on each buttock, one on each tit and one on your cunt. This will be pushed three inches into your ass and it will remain there for ten minutes. After that I will fuck your cunt, ass or mouth as I choose. Tomorrow you will receive two cane strokes everywhere, twenty minutes of the vibrator in your ass and then receive me. On the following days it will increase until the end of the week when you get seven strokes at each place and the vibrator works your ass for seventy minutes at a full ten inch penetration before I use you." That is what happened. My husband had fucked me in the ass two or three time since we married. I did not really like it and I had not responded very much when he did it. The first night of my punishment was a painful caning. My bum. Tits and pussy were sore after the caning then after the vibrator going for ten minutes three inches in my ass he fucked it before making me suck him until he came in my mouth. This was the first time he had taken his prick out of my ass and put it straight in my mouth. I was disgusted and gagged as he made me take it. By the second day I was more prepared. I was very careful to clean my ass as thoroughly as possible. That was a good move, but the caning of my tits and cunt was very hard to bear. My bottom could take a caning just as my father had given to me when I was young, but it was much more painful in the other places. By the fifth night I was desperate. I pleaded to be allowed to lick his ass or drink his piss or do something else to avoid being caned any more. None of my pleas were accepted. In one small concession I was allowed to lie on my back and have the lower sides of my tits caned while I held them out by the nipples instead of getting five more strokes on the heavily bruised upper surface. There was no other relief. On the seventh night of my punishment I did not know how I could take any more. After seven cane strokes on each of my buttocks on top of the bruising from the twenty one of the previous six days I collapsed in floods of tears. After a few minutes recuperation I was required to kneel and hold each of my tits up for their caning. After two on the top of each bruised breast my screams subsided to sobs. He then had me lie down and gave the three final strokes to each side and the underneath of each tit I was then laid on my back on the bed with my cunt at the edge and my knees wide apart. After the first three cane strokes on my cunt I was screaming and I couldn't help closing my knees. He told me to stay where I was and he went out of the room. When he returned a few minutes later he had a length of washing line with him. He tied my knees to the top and bottom of the bed so that they were spread as wide as possible. He then tied my wrists to the top and bottom as well so my arms were stretched out level with my shoulders. I was crying, but I felt a little better that I was tied down and could not interfere with my punishment being completed. Then he told me that I was going to get one extra stroke of the cane on my cunt for closing my knees and making him tie me. I didn't really have time to worry about this before he was standing astride me again and the cane came cracking down on my swollen pussy lips. I screamed at the terrible pain and continued to scream and cry as the remaining four strokes rained down on my poor cunt. When he was finished he put down the cane and squatted down over my face so that his ass was right at my mouth. I knew that I was required to lick him as thanks for my correction. Although the only thing I could think of was the pain in my crotch, I pushed my tongue into his ass and wriggled it as much as I could. He stayed in position and I licked his ass as energetically as I could and within a few minutes the pain started to be replaced by a fantastic warm glow coursing right through my body. He untied me, laid me face down on the bed and worked the vibrator its full ten inches into my ass. He switched it on and left the room while my bowels were churned for seventy long minutes. For all that time I didn't touch my tingling cunt or tits. When he came back the vibrator batteries were almost about to give up. He pulled it out and turned me over. He said that my ass was so stretched that it wasn't worth fucking today and he fucked me in my swollen and red hot cunt. He said I felt much better than usual and he brought me to an orgasm before he came himself. When he was ready to cum he gave it to me in the mouth and I really enjoyed his taste. I was very happy to swallow and I knew that I loved my husband more than I had done before. I was his to do with as he wished and it was wonderful. I have been told that if I ever refuse him sex again that he will invite round three of his friends. I must greet them naked at the front door. Following that they will each be given a cane, a belt and a riding crop and be invited to punish my ass, tits and cunt as hard as they want. When they are finished I will have to lick their asses and suck them off before they leave. I know that I will never have to do that. I will do whatever he asks whenever he wants it. Newlywed Game "So, Bill, why do you think that you have such a need to control women? Why the need to punish them so harshly, or even at all?" Dena continued taking notes as the man spoke, it was her job. Today she was doing her pro-bono work for the community mental health center and Bill was her last patient of the day. * * * "Actually, Doctor Bonner, I don't know," he responded quietly. Bill had chewed his fingernails down to the quick and Dena noticed that one of them was bleeding. She reached over and handed him a Kleenex. As Bill took it from her, she saw that he had a tear working it's way out of the corner of his left eye. His lower lip was trembling as he searched for the words to explain why he felt so helpless and why he had such an innate need to control another human being. Dena had no way of knowing that he was sitting there, replaying his childhood in his mind. The memories of his mother beating his father and his younger brother were all too fresh in the young man's mind. Bill only wanted to be free of the memories of that hell he endured so long ago. He felt that if he could dominate a woman he would no longer be an impotent child, but a man who could make a woman respect him. Obtaining self-respect was something his father had failed miserably at and he refused to be a loser like his dad. He just did not know how to tell Dr. Bonner what was causing him so much pain. "Well, I think that you do know, and you are just reluctant to share what you think with me. Is it because I am a woman? If so, I can arrange for you to see a male doctor..." The last thing Bill wanted was to share his misery with another man, a weak man, any man at all. Even telling a woman was difficult, and her suggestion enraged him. Bill jumped from his seat in protest, grabbed Dena by her jacket and threw her onto the floor. She could feel all two hundred thirty plus pounds on her as he took her petite throat in his hands. Dena's only thought was of how much she wanted a child with her new husband, and how much he might miss her if this lunatic succeeded in killing her today. She always thought that the tale about a person's life passing before his eyes as death approached was just a hallucination, but it wasn't, and now she knew what she had to do if she survived this attack. * * * A long, terrifying day behind her, Dena relaxed in her tub and waited for her husband to arrive home from work. She contemplated several ways of explaining the abrasions on her arms and throat, and the massive bruise on her back. Only the truth seemed plausible. After all, she did have a dangerous job, (Eric knew that), but Dena was afraid that her sweet husband might demand that she no longer work with the outpatients at the center. As she recounted the afternoon in her mind, she was acutely aware that if her husband demanded her to stop the charity work, she would have to agree. There was nothing more important in her life than her husband and she wanted a family with him. Eric was a near-perfect man, a far cry from the little boy she met on a playground so long ago. All the teasing and pig-tail pulling was forgiven. He had finally become her husband, and she knew that the future held only wonderful things for the both of them. Her eyes closed,she slid her naked body beneath the bubbles and into the warm water. Her soul was at peace and her body was getting there. As she held her breath beneath the water, she could imagine Eric entering the bathroom without her even noticing. Maybe he would take off his clothes and join her or perhaps he would pull her out of the water and make love to her right there on the marble floor. Dena shivered at the thought of her tender skin being ravaged on the cold floor but there was something sinfully enticing about the thought of being taken in that way. The fantasy ended as the water became tepid, and she pulled her body out of the tub and reached for a towel. She wrapped herself in it and tip-toed into the bedroom to dress for a quiet evening at home with Eric. Dinner was ready and she had a bottle of wine open and waiting; appetizers were warm in the oven. All she needed now was her tall, sexy man with strong arms to hold her as they slow danced to Sinatra. The little black dress would be perfect for a romantic dinner at home. She complemented the dress with the string of pearls her mother had given her on her wedding day. Dena pulled her hair back and clipped it with a tortoise shell cloisonne clip. The final touch was a spritz of Eric's favorite perfume. She applied a wisp of fragrance on her bare neck and pulse points in anticipation of him kissing every molecule of the scent off her. As Dena stood looking into the mirror, she realized just why Eric loved her so much. She was indeed a beautiful woman; petite yet strong, and she had emerald green eyes that rivaled the most precious gems. She never had to doubt her allure as long as she had the man of her dreams to remind her how wonderful she was, and she knew she was very lucky to have such a terrific husband. She would never forget how he made her feel the first time he held her so gently and made love to her. * * * Eric and Dena had only been married three months when the man at the mental health center attacked her. The brutality of the attack made Dena aware that there was something inside her that she had trouble reconciling. Something, some part, of the attack had aroused her, yet she was reluctant to admit the fact to anyone. Not even to her own therapist. When Bill threw her to the floor with such primal force she was shocked, but she attempted to imagine her husband treating her that way. Dena had never been brutalized by a man. Every sexual encounter she ever had was with her husband and she had no plans to look elsewhere for such an adventure. She decided to tell her husband how she felt and see if he might be willing to explore some of the darker sides of sexual play with her. Sure, she was just the slightest bit embarrassed, but theirs was a close friendship as well as a solid marriage, and she saw no reason why he would deny her requests. * * * The evening went well, just as Dena had planned. Eric was constantly amazed at her prowess in the kitchen, and even more amazed when Dena exceeded his expectations in the bedroom too. He thought he had taught her everything she knew, and he watched in amazement as she worked her way up and down his groin. He realized that she knew things that he could not have taught her. Maybe her techniques were just instinct, or maybe she had taken lessons in seduction that he was not aware of. Whichever explanation was the truth did not matter to him. Her tiny mouth on him, all over him, kissing him and sucking him to completion. She would sit on her knees, bent over at her waist and put his penis in her mouth. Dena did things to him that he had thought impossible. Wiggling back and forth, she moved like an entity that had been put here on earth just for him. There was not a single centimeter of his body that she hadn't licked or kissed at one time, and as he rested his head on the pillow, she brought him to orgasm after orgasm. Her warm tongue flitting all over him; around, under, encircling the head of his manhood. Oh God, she is a princess, Eric thought as she held his sac in her hands and manipulated him into yet his third orgasm of the evening. He looked down at her, her head bobbing up and down and he was hoping that he could maintain long enough to lay her down and make love to her when she was done. Dena loved him with every ounce of life that flowed through her body. She took a deep breath and swallowed the last bit of semen that he had delivered into her mouth. Taking her right hand, she brushed the hair from her face and smiled at Eric. "Oh, baby, was that good? You are such a man!" She did not say another word but knelt above him and opened her legs. She reached down and pulled her soft pink, hairless lips apart and maneuvered his cock inside her. As she slowly lowered her body onto him, all Eric could do was gasp and enjoy his wife. How many men had a woman with a sexual appetite like his wife? Very few, he imagined, and he closed his eyes and let her pleasure herself on him. He could feel the walls of her vagina squeeze together as she came and she let out such a sweet little moan that he had to look up at her. She was smiling. Dena was always smiling. That's what he loved most about her. She was the happiest person he had ever met and he knew of nothing that could bring her spirit down. Two hours had passed and they were both warm and content, lying in bed dreaming about the future that awaited them. Dena decided to ask him if he wanted to play a little game with her. "Well, sure, I will do whatever you want me to do. You know that, Honey." "This is different, kind of wild, it might make you uncomfortable, so please don't get upset with me when I tell you what I want to do," her green eyes pleading as she spoke. Dena knew he would not deny her pleasure of any type, even if it was forbidden and dangerous. Eric continued to play with her nipples as she spoke, ever so often he would twist one and make her squeal out in pain. He realized that she enjoyed being pinched, and he reached down beneath the sheets and pinched her clit. As he looked over at her, she nodded her head in agreement, "That's almost what I want you to do." She winked at him, got up from the bed and disappeared into the walk-in closet. When she reappeared she was holding a leather belt and several silk scarves. She hopped back onto the bed like a little girl joining her parents on a Saturday morning. Still smiling, she handed the scarves and belt to her husband. "What in the world do you want me to do with these?" Was his delicious little wife actually requesting a spanking? "You want me to tie you up and spank you?" The words seemed foreign as he spoke them and when she smiled and positioned her body spread eagle on the bed, he knew that he could give her anything she wanted, even pain. It would not be a stretch of the imagination to say that Eric had thought about playing like this too, but he never said a thing to her; he didn't want her to think that he was crazy or cruel. He had to admit to himself that he was very pleased to see this side of her personality. Dena was just lying there on the bed waiting for him to take control and spank her for being a bad little girl. "Come on, do it!!!!! Spank me!!!" She giggled just like she had when he pulled her ponytail on the playground so many years ago. Dena was in the mood to play. She bounced off the bed and grabbed the scarves from Eric. She pushed him onto the bed and began dancing around the room, using the colored scarves as imaginary lovers. Eric watched her as she moved around the bedroom. She danced as though there was some beautiful music that no one could hear but her. Her movements were so fluid and sexy he wanted to lie there and watch her forever. His enchantress moved in slow motion, pulling the scarves around her waist and between her legs. Her perky little breasts bouncing softly against her chest. Ever so often, one of her fingers entered her mouth becoming wet, teasing him. He was almost jealous. "Where did she learn to dance like a stripper?" He wondered. As he watched his wife tease a thousand imaginary, leering men, he flashed back to a scene he had been repressing for many years. * * * Eric was in a car with his mother and they were returning home from his father's funeral. He remembered what happened when the car was pulled over by a policeman all those years ago. Eric knew the officer that pulled them over and his mother did too. As the young boy sat in the car he could hear his mother and the officer arguing from behind the vehicle. He struggled to listen without being discovered when he realized he could see them in the side view mirror.It was then he noticed that his mother had pulled up her skirt and the officer had his fingers in her panties. The man was smiling and so was his mother. He did not understand why they were talking so loudly because they looked as though they were enjoying one another. Then, as Eric stared in disbelief, the officer slapped his mother across the face. There were no other automobiles on the road that afternoon; no one around to help them. The boy was horrified! His mom was going to be murdered by a cop or at least that is what young Eric thought. As he watched the sickening scene unfold, he felt something happen to him. It was the first time he ever felt sexually aroused, and it was happening as he watched his mother being treated so cruelly. He stretched out in the front seat of the station wagon and listened to his mother sob as the man forced himself upon her. It did not seem to matter that the little boy was in the car; the officer held his mother down, ignoring her pleas and exclamations that her son should not ever be a witness to something so horrible. After so many years, he remembered the officer's response. "He's needs to learn that women like being treated like this. He might as well begin by seeing what a slut his own mother is, right?" Eric went to sleep that night with the firm belief that his mother must truly be a whore since she never denied it. He no longer had his father to tell him what a wonderful lady his mom really was. For twenty years Eric had forced that horrible scene to the darkest part of his memory and somehow his wife's dancing caused him to remember. He remembered how he despised his mother for not fighting back and he wondered if all women really did like to be taken. He watched Dena as she danced and tried to imagine if she would react the way his mother did all those years ago. Eric watched her until he couldn't bear it any longer. He got up and grabbed her arms, pulling them behind. He knew it hurt; he wanted it to hurt. That was what she wanted and he intended to give it to her. "Are you a little slut?" "Answer me, NOW!" Eric was surprised at the sound of his own voice demanding his wife to answer such a ridiculous question. He knew she wasn't a slut, and he had trouble pinpointing just where inside him such poisonous thoughts had festered. This entire incident felt so wrong, yet he was extremely aroused and equally as confused. Disregarding the voice within him that was telling him to be gentle, he pushed Dena onto the bed, causing her breath to be forced out in a panicked cry. She was now on her back, naked and wriggling, trying to get up from the bed. He pushed the back of her head down into the sheets and pulled one of the scarves around her head. He forced it into her mouth and as he looked into her eyes, all he could see was terror. Dena couldn't speak and there were tears streaming from both eyes. Suddenly, an urge to slap her overpowered every bit of tenderness he felt for his wife and he raised his right hand into the air and brought it down as hard as he could onto the left side of her face. "Shut up! Stop crying, you will enjoy every minute of this, do you understand? Shake your head if you understand me! Do it again! Don't you fucking move! Do you hear me? I want an answer now! Nod your head yes! I mean it!" The terror in Dena's eyes had been replaced by total disbelief. She thought she wanted to be abused by the man she loved, but he was no longer in the room. His body was there but she was convinced that the man on top of her was not her husband but some incarnation of evil. As she lay there, she attempted to process what was happening to her. She could feel him tying her arms and legs to the bedposts with the scarves that she had supplied. She struggled to free her wrists from the restraints, but it was useless. The silk, though sensual and soft, cut into her skin. Almost instantly, Eric slapped her in the face again, punishment for trying to free herself. The sensation of his skin stinging her face was tolerable, but the feeling inside her resembled death. I thought he loved me. How could I have been so wrong about him? He's an animal. Another slap, followed by her nipples being twisted made her gag with pain as she choked on the scarf in her mouth. Dena tried to lay perfectly still and she prayed that he was just joking around and that he would stop at any moment, embrace her, and tell her he didn't mean to hurt her. It only took a couple more seconds for her to know for certain that she would not be released from the game she had invited her husband to play. He leaned over her, a dark blue scarf dangling from his mouth. He removed the hair from her face and proceeded to cover her eyes with the scarf. "I don't want to see you crying like a pathetic baby while I'm fucking you, do you understand? Nod your head Yes! Now! Don't make me have to hurt you, okay? Understand this, I will hurt you if I have to." As Dena nodded her head 'yes,' everything went black. She could feel his warm cruel hands touching her. Pinching parts of her body that, until an hour ago, he had only caressed. She was already sore from being pushed and slapped, but she tried to ignore the pain, all the while thinking that he would make love to her gently, the way he usually did. Dena could feel his hot breath on her stomach as he traced the muscles of her abdomen with his tongue. Oh, she moaned inwardly, that feels so good. That's my lover, my husband. She began to relax, her muscles giving in to the tingle and arousal of Eric's tongue on her body. As he made his way to her inner thighs, she could feel herself begin to tighten in anticipation of him kissing her inwardly. The mere thought of his tongue darting in and out of her pussy made her ecstatic. The thought of him pleasing her like that was joyful. She could feel herself getting all wet, about to come. Eric could see that she was aroused and he became infuriated. "I see! You like getting roughed up, don't you whore? It's turning you on! You make me sick, I can't believe I married such a damned slut. I should just sell you to some fucking Mexican slave trader, you worthless bitch!" Dena remained perfectly still and remembered how terrified she had been when her patient attacked her. She had to admit to herself that what Bill had done to her was nothing compared to what her loving husband was doing right then. She could feel Eric's hands positioning his cock inside her cunt, about to enter her. All she could do was hope that he would be gentle. She wasn't about to struggle or fight him. He had already hurt her and she was done playing. Maybe he will just fuck me and it will be over, was what Dena was hoping, but he wasn't going to stop with a single entrance into her. He forced his thick cock into her unmercifully. Normally, he would work it in slowly until it was all lubed with their shared secretions. But now he seemed intent on making her see how violent provoked sex could feel. He was loving every second as he took his wife and watching her writhe in pain made it even better for him. Dena waited and tried not to move as he manhandled her little body. So many times she had given herself to him and now he was fucking her like an anonymous whore. It hurt, she was humiliated, and she wanted it to stop. When she thought it couldn't get any worse, he removed the restraints, flipped her over onto her stomach and dry-forced his cock into her anus. Dena could feel the skin tearing as he pushed his cock inside her. * * * "Hey, Babe, wake up." Eric was kneeling beside the bed washing the tears and sweat from Dena's face with a cool cloth. "Get away from me you bastard!" She screamed. As she moved she was aware of an intense pain in her belly and her rectum. She reached down and touched herself and when she saw blood all over her fingers she became outraged. Newlywed Game Tears flooding her eyes, she begged her husband. "How could you do something like that to me? You hurt me! I thought you loved me!" She began to cry. Her heart was broken. Eric was so ashamed of himself he had no explanation, only a weak excuse. "You said you wanted to play, I thought you wanted me to do that to you, you acted like that's what you wanted. I just got carried away, I guess." He turned and left the room, unable to look at his precious wife all battered and bleeding. He felt guilty, responsible and very turned on. He didn't want her to see how much he had enjoyed that forbidden adventure with her but he hoped that she would want it again someday. Someday soon. * * * Several weeks passed and neither Dena nor Eric spoke of the incident. Each hoped that the other would not mention it again and neither of them did. One day, after she was healed, Dena noticed a small scar on her belly. She had no idea how it got there or how long it had been there. She called Eric into the bedroom and showed it to him. "Oh, Sweetie, I bit you there. You didn't notice till just now?" The look on Dena's face was priceless. He thought that she was going to scream, or throw something at him but she didn't. "You fucking bit me? I can't believe that you did that! Why did you get so carried away like that? All I wanted was to be spanked, not brutalized, you animal." She smiled at him. It was the first time since it had happened. Finally, they both knew that the silence and feelings of betrayal were gone and they fell onto the floor laughing and hugging one another. Over dinner that evening Eric could not resist teasing her. Alright, he was not teasing, he was dead serious. "Hon? You don't want me to do you like that again do you? I could sure use a work out like we had last month." Eric swirled his mashed potatoes with his fork, totally uninterested in eating. "Are you serious? I don't know what to say, you really did hurt me you know. But I am not ruling it out, just maybe no anal next time." As far as Eric was concerned, dinner was over. He wanted to plan their next encounter and he hoped that Dena was as excited as he was. She was. The couple left the table and proceeded to plan out the next edition of their very own newlywed game. * * * Newlywed Spitroast Rob thought his marriage to Lacie was a dream that was taking him weeks to wake up from. Lacie you see, on top of having a sharp wit and brilliant mind, was a solid 11/10. With eyes so green they seemed to be literally lit up from behind, long silky jet black hair falling down her back and over her shoulders and plump juicy lips, her face alone could knock a man out. But that was only half of why Rob couldn't keep his hands off of her. Despite having a rather slender frame underneath, Lacie had the kind of curves that most men only dream of putting their hands on. Her 34 DD's were almost unnaturally perky, having no hint of sag even for their size. If you let your eyes (or hands, as Robert often found himself doing) slide further down her figure you'd notice the sort of figure a cliche loving man would call hourglass. Her chest gave way to a thick but perfect middle, and from there her hips widened out into two perfect handles. And that's without mentioning an ass so large that men and women would often double-take as they walked past. And boy did she enjoy the looks. Everywhere they went she got glances, and everywhere they went she would almost certainly drag Rob to a bathroom for a quickie. In short, she was an angel and Rob couldn't believe his luck. Being a bit taller than her and muscular with lightly sun kissed skin and reddish brown hair, people seeing them together weren't surprised. Just envious. And it only kept getting better. Lacie had a bit of a wild streak that was slowly becoming clearer and clearer over the few weeks since their honeymoon. She wanted it kinky in the best ways. The first night of their honeymoon she had him fuck her on the balcony of their room so everyone on the Parisian streets below could see her getting fucked like a bitch in heat. The first time she had a visit from a not so welcome Aunt Flo, she was more than willing to take him deep in her thick ass. And tonight, they were going to engage in a fantasy that had been getting her off since she discovered porn. Robs tall, muscular friend Jessie was coming over for a housewarming barbecue. And Lacie was going to get double teamed. She spent the entire day alternating between sucking Robs dick in thanks, and picking the perfect outfit to seduce his friend into joining them for a night of raw fucking. After finger fucking herself to yet another orgasm at the thought of having two cocks inside her, she decided on a black dress so tight that every step made it ride up her ass and her tits almost bounce right out. And she didn't even glance in the direction of a pair of panties. Lacie and Rob were in the backyard when Jessie arrived, her sipping a Martini by the pool and him working the grill. Lacie rose to greet him as he walked through the sliding door with a hello new neighbors, and holding a bottle of wine. She let her hand linger on his as she took the bottle, and then made a show of swaying her hips as she walked to the table where glasses were sitting. She could almost feel his eyes burning into the cheeks of her almost completely exposed ass as she walked away from him and he tried to keep normal conversation. As the night went on and dinner began, Lacie really kicked the seduction into gear. She constantly offered to refill Jessie's glass, solely so she could lean over the table and give him and Rob a view of her breasts. And she just got more brave as she got alcohol in her, commenting on Jessie's tan, muscular physique. Letting out a soft moan as she bit into the chocolate cake she'd made earlier that day. By the end of desert she had kicked her heel off and was rubbing her foot into Jessie's crotch, and as Rob shot him a questioning glance Jessie realized he was being invited to be part of his first (but far from last, as he later found out) threesome with his best friend and his wife. Jess wasted no time unzipping his pants and pulling out his substantial cock, letting her bare foot stroke his quickly hardening shaft, and Lacie gasped and commented on how well hung he is as she reached over to begin stroking her husbands equally massive member. Before long the men were throbbing hard and she was sitting in a puddle of her own pussy juices. The men stood up and moved to either side of Lacie, hands holding their hard cocks as if to offer them to her. She slid her plump lips over her husbands and looked up at him as she stroked Jessie's dick, then switched after about a minute of this. Jess reached down and gave the top of her dress a little tug, her tits bouncing free for him to grope and squeeze while Lacie went back and forth between servicing the two men. She moaned and shivered at the touch of a man who wasn't her husband. She could feel the two men stiffening as her expert ministrations brought them closer and closer to pumping her mouth full of sticky semen, and stopped because of this. She stood up and kissed her husband on the lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth and pushing her ass out towards Jess in invitation for him to get close to her. He quickly obliged, his hands grabbing her substantial hips and grinding his cock between her juicy ass cheeks. His lips kissing her neck and whispering in her ear how much of a slut she is for wanting two dicks inside her. Lacie had her first orgasm with Jess's cock between her ass cheeks and her husbands pressed against her lower lips, shaking and almost collapsing between the two men. When she could once again stand on her own turned around and kissed Jess lightly on the lips, before pushing him into a chair and mounting him, pressing her lower lips hard against his cock and grinding against him. Rob couldn't help but be turned on at the sight of he wife humping another man and moaning like an out of control slut. And as she impaled herself on Jess's cock, Rob almost moaned out loud himself. Rob came up behind his wife and, using the juices from her pussy that had dripped down to her ass, plunged his length deep into her backside. Lacie let out a scream as she was double penetrated for the first time, the feeling of two cocks rubbing inside her sending her over the edge, her muscles tightening around the fat cocks inside her and almost causing her to black out. They kept at this for a while, sawing in and out of her tight holes in time with each other, one pushing in as the other pulled out. Lacie couldn't even form rational though anymore, only vaguely aware when the men switched and plunged themselves into the hole they hadn't used yet. Finally she gasped out for the men to spit roast her, and the quickly obliged. Rob stayed firmly planted in her cunt as Jess pulled out of her ass, and they maneuvered so she was on all fours. Rob quickly returned to work at her cunt, and she hungrily began sucking and slurping at Jessie's dick. Her body rocked again and again with orgasm as the men used her, calling her slut and whore and fucking her face and puss. Finally the men couldn't handle it anymore, Jessie pulling out first to blast his load on Lacie's face and into her mouth, the little slut hungrily licking it off her lips and swallowing what made it into her mouth. Rob was quick to follow, pumping blast after blast of hot cum into her womb. Soon after they all collapsed on the deck of the pool, laughing panting with exhaustion. After they rested, they repeated the show several times, until both men had dropped a load in every one of her holes. They continued this little tradition of a spit roast at least once a month for years, occasionally bringing in even more men (and on more than one occasion a few women) for Lacie to get fucked by. In fact Lacie got fucked so often, when they had a kid some time later, they were only sure it was Robs by his red hair. Newlywed Fun "Baby, wake up! We're here!" Melissa's' eyes are wide, looking into her new husbands' face, trying to discern whether he understood her or not as he slowly creeps out of his deep restful sleep. He'd worked tirelessly all night to catch up on some work assignments before he took off for vacation. Not to mention the morning wake up call he'd gotten. They'd only just made it in time for the flight! The couple begin to watch out the scratched up window as the plane begins to land, and just as they did--Ryan felt her soft lips on the side of his mouth, as close to his lips as her tiny form could reach with her own. Turning his face to her rosy cheeks and big smiling lips, he looks in her honey brown eyes as she smiles wryly at him. The newlyweds kiss passionately, yet softly--unaware of anything else going on around them. Then, a familiar feeling creeps up on Ryan like a jackhammer as he realizes that he isn't just imagining his girls' hand around his cock—it was around him, through his pants. Surprised and delighted, he looks around half expecting for someone to be looking at him with a horrified expression, but the other passengers on the flight are blissfully unaware of his new wife's' public show of affection. Looking down to his lap, a big winter coat is sitting surreptitiously over their laps, and if he hadn't actually felt Melissa's' hands on his dick at the very moment--he wouldn't be able to tell what: if anything, she was doing under there. The thought that they were completely exposed, yet hidden, makes his shaft grow hard immediately as her hand moves slowly over his cock. Her hand moves exquisitely, rubbing his shaft through his pants--making it twitch--as he realizes that it's slowly making its' way to the edge of his pants before dipping into his thankfully loose-fitting jeans. Every part of his body tenses up and she can feel it. Looking into her eyes with pure surprise, he can see a smile of naughty delight on her sweet lips as he leans his big body down to her level to kiss her, careful not to let anyone see what her hand is really doing. Her lips meet his, and he can feel them in a teasing smile as the two lovers kiss a little too passionately. Suddenly he feels her fingers wrapping around his cock, and his hips involuntarily begin to press against her hand which had moved down the length of his cock to his tip. Her hand starts to shift around like a corkscrew, and he feels the gentle pressure of her warm thumb as it begins to press his button, releasing liquid and making her fingers move with ease with his stickiness. Sitting back now, Ryan can't help but need to anchor himself to his chair as her thumb bobs around his incredibly sensitive tip one way, then the opposite direction only very lightly--while her palm massages his shaft in well measured pulses. Ryans' cock becomes impossibly hard impossibly quick; and Melissa grins as she put her mouth to his ear and whispers, "Now be my good little fuck toy, and cum for me." This put him over the edge, and he knows he has no choice. He has to cum now. His eyes plead with hers in silent submission as the plane begins its' descent down to the airport through thousands of feet of wind and clouds. Turbulence bobs the plane down unexpectedly, but Melissa's grip on his cock did not waver, although it did pause for a split second as her heart raced at the thought of them both getting so excited from this they both cum while the plane takes a nose dive in a fiery blaze. She absolutely hates the take-off and landing parts of flying, it makes her morose.. "Well, there could be worse ways to die, I guess!" The feeling of dread switches almost the instant it appears--into wreck less horniness. Melissa's thighs push together in response as she feels herself getting wet as she bites her lip. No one's watching, she's checked many times. Newly renewed in her mission, her hand grips his cock now completely--and begins spanning the length of his shaft while she kisses first his neck, then down his cheek softly. To any onlookers, they are just romantic lovers innocently kissing—but under the coat on their laps, a whole other story is being written. Twisting her palm around his tip, then plunging her hand down his cock to the base--and back--you can tell Melissa is beginning to get a taste of her own medicine, as her near-silent breaths get quicker and more shallow. Ryan can see her incredibly small sporty legs begin to quiver as she holds them together; his own opening themselves on their own accord as if possessed. He can't stop looking at her beautiful tits through the corner of his eye and he sees her chest begin to heave slightly through her zip-up hoodie and tantalizingly low tank top. He can see from his vantage point, just a hint of the edge of her bra right where her tank thankfully V'd in the middle with lace edging. "I'm going to fuck those so hard," Ryan made a mental note for his agenda later to do so the instant they were alone again. Feeling her mans' cock twitch and shift beneath her fingers, Melissa is smiling to herself a smile of victory as she begins banging his base with her fist harder and harder. His creamy cock now lubricated with his own precum only made her desperately wish that she was on his lap right now, fucking him like a common whore. The sound of the airplane descending was almost deafening, but she put her lips once more to his ear and said, "Cum for me Master, cum in your slaves' hand." A wry smile creeps its' way onto his face as she turns her body sideways—seemingly innocently looking out the window. Still hiding herself with the coat and showing no signs of movement other than beneath it, Melissa begins slamming his cock hard and fast in different directions with every stroke--all of which hidden by her own body from anyone who happened to look their direction. She can't help but want to suck his sweet lips as she fucks his cock right there in the midst of dozens of people as the plane is descending fast to the land from its' magical place amongst the clouds. Feeling his stomach turn, Ryan feels dizzy as the descent gets closer and closer to its' goal, all while his wife gets closer and closer to her goal. Melissa's' fingers are unrelenting as they play her mans' cock like a flute in alternating currents and consistencies—jerking him off better than he'd ever done himself! Catching herself biting her own lip to the point of pain, Melissa can't help but feel herself get wet between her legs from the heat of the heavy coat lay on top of them. Suddenly, Ryan feels more than just a little wetness at the tip of his cock as his abdominal muscles flex and he can feel warm pressure building up at the base of his delightfully engorged penis. Turning his head to the side to look out the window, he can feel his heart beating out of his chest. Melissa's sweet lips are on his neck, nipping his skin with her teeth—as a rush of warm semen splashes out of his cock the very moment the planes' wheels touch ground. His entire body contracts forward as he tries desperately to keep up normal appearances. Melissa's hand slows now to a steady soft pace; squeezing slightly as she rubs every last bit of his cum into her palm. She cups his tip and catches every drop that she has extorted from his sweet cock, with absolute pleasure. She's pleased beyond measure that she'd successfully pulled off what she had set out to do. Unaware of the sweat which had overcome his brow and neck, Ryan looks at his new wife and can't help but want to kiss her with gratitude and vigor. Their tongues dance together for an expanse of unknown time, while they zone out the flight attendants' incessant tattering over the microphone. Other people begin pulling down their luggage from the storage spaces above their heads, and the lovers finally break their intent kissing. Melissa wipes his cum onto a piece of linen she had put in her purse just for this reason, and begins thinking how much of a shame it was that his cum hadn't been dumped into her incredibly wet pussy.. Stepping out into the heavy Louisiana air, the exotic smells of an unknown place overwhelms the young couple as they make their way from their cab onto the bustling city landscape right in front of their hotel. They are smack dab in the middle of the french quarters, downtown New Orleans! Melissa sighs heavily in pure ecstasy at knowing that she'd finally made it to her long awaited revelry--with her eternal lover at her side, no less! People are packed from one sidewalk to another—and on the road in between as Ryan gets a good look at the lack of clothing on all the women. Squeezing his new brides' hand tight, he can't wait to have her alone in their room to repay her for that stunt she'd just pulled, almost dragging her into the hotel. The young couple check into their room and make their way through the halls of their somewhat seedy, yet still clean and tidy (in appearances) to their latest love-nest. "Why don't we order in?" Ryan askshis wife as he puts the key card in the entry lock of their hotel room. "Oh no, we're going out!" Melissa's matter-of-factness put a smile of smug contentment on Ryan's face, as he shrugged his shoulders approvingly. The door opened into darkness just in time for him to take his newly grabbed wife and throw her inside by her wrists against the first wall that her back meets. Agonizingly close to her body with his, he pushes his hips into her as she's stupefied by his rash movements. Stupefied is an understatement actually, her body immediately flashes wet beneath her thong for him, but she wouldn't tell him that of course. She didn't need to tell him, as she knew he'd find out soon enough. There's no way she wasn't going to get fucked at this second, no matter how hungry they were. "Whose the Master here, anyways?" Ryan grinds his stiff cock into her as his legs work their way in between hers and spreads them as far as they can go, in her jean skirt. Her breasts heave out onto his chest and her breathing stops completely when she realizes that in the darkness his hand had already snuck in beneath her skirt and around the side of her thong. She can feel the material pushed to the side to make way for his hand, which is now holding her pussy like he owns it. A quick sharp breath escapes her lips. "You are, Master." "Good girl, my precious slave." His fingers are now circling her clit and Melissa can't stand on her own as he magically plays her body like it was his. Her lips find the closest skin of his she can find and they suck-kiss his neck while her legs get weaker and weaker. Then the sound of pants falling. The darkness makes it impossible to see, so every sound; every touch; every sensual breath that they take is recorded into their minds and played out with their bodies. Ryan wants nothing else but to fuck her pussy right then, but he holds off. He has other plans for how to fuck her, right now. She did, after all, deserve some sort of punishment for her actions earlier. "On your knees, slave." Melissa's legs couldn't hold her up anymore anyways, and she fell to her knees against the wall as she slid down to face her Masters' cock. "Suck." She could smell the sweet scent of his salty cum-covered cock and found it easily despite the darkness. Her lips encircled his penis and she took it in stride as he didn't even wait before plunging himself into her throat. All either one of them could hear was the sound of her gagging before he pulled himself out. "Think you're real smart, forcing your Master like that on the plane, don't you?" His face is smiling, and so is hers. Still, she plays along with him. "No, sir.. I didn't sir! Your slave just wanted to please you!" His hand finds her hair and squeezes tightlywith over-exaggerated movements. To her it feels good, but she gets the message. "This is how a slave pleases her Master. This is how you will please me from now on. Understood, slave?" Melissa can't help but take his voice seriously without being able to see his face—so she answers in all sincerity, "Yes of course Master." His hands release her hair instantly and within seconds she feels him stand her up onto her feet as the light switches on. A wide smile on both of their faces appears to one other before Ryan makes his way past her to the bed and finds a seat. "Good slave, now—take your clothes off for your Master." Melissa walks just within reach of his big strong arms, and starts unzipping her skirt. "Your shirt first, slave." Jarred from her thoughts she can't help but feel completely and utterly in love with this man sitting before her. How does he make me feel this way, she wonders? Her hands waste no time crossing each other and finding the edges of the bottom of her shirts. She grabs a hold of both, and pulls them upwards over her head, revealing the white lace bra beneath. D-cup breasts reveal themselves to him and Ryan sighs in contentment as her shirt is thrown across the room onto the sitting chair. Her hands make their way behind her back now and Ryan can't help but growl at the thought of her arms being pinned behind her as he watches her easelessly unclasp her bra and drop it into his lap. "Cheeky," He almost whispers now as his eyes are enthralled by her magnificent breasts—his magnificent breasts. Next her skirt falls to the ground between his legs revealing her now wet white lace thong. "On your knees," He uses his hands to pull her down and pulls her closer into his grasp as he lines her breasts up with his cock. "You know what I want, slave." Melissa bites her lip at the opportunity and grabs both her breasts with each hand from the side as she pushes them up to his cock. She props him up onto her breasts and begins grinding the wetness out of it with her succulent mounds of pleasure. Her tongue slides out of her lips and finds the tip while her breasts encase his cock into them and she starts to push herself into him over and over until the wetness of his cock slides easily in and out of her breasts. "Master, fuck my titties and my mouth please?" All sense of power he had, is almost lost as Ryan's eyes roll back slightly at those words. He loved hearing her say things like that! Lit like a fire, his cock begins poking in and out of her while her lips catch his tip at every stroke, sucking and tapping him with her delectable tongue. Her hands push her big breasts around his cock completely and her body girates with his hips before without warning his hands find her hips and pull her up onto his lap, in straddling position—pulling her thong off her tight little ass in the process. "Fuck your Masters' cock, you little slut." An explosion of feeling rips through her body at these words, and Melissa's head involuntarily tilts to one side—revealing her succulent neck for her Master. His lips immediately hone in on her and bite her neck before creating a constant sucktion on her already sensitive areas. Breathing and heaving, the couple move now together and Ryan lays down onto his back as she wastes no time finding his big juicy cock with her fingers and guides him into her soaking wet pussy. She didn't have sex before she met him, so her little cunt was nice and tight for him. Now joined, the two take a moment to enjoy his entry—her arms reaching down on either side of his chest as she eases him in deeper and deeper as gently as she could. "Now—fuck me, Master." At that moment she sits all her weight onto him and he digs himself hilt deep inside of her little pussy. Her thigh muscles are tight as she leverages herself above him and slides up off of his cock a bit before slamming herself into him more deeply than before, followed by the groove of her hips making their way back and forth on his cock. A squeeze. Her pussy contracts on his cock and his hands find her thighs, pushing up into her thighs and finding her clit. He's rubbing her most sensitive spot as she rides him in waves of grinding pleasure at a pace that slowly becomes more and more powerful. "Please Master! Please let your slave cum!?" "You may, slave. Cum for your Master." Now completely engulfed in what the couple is doing, they fuck for who knows how long? They certainly don't know but the neighbors were getting a good idea of the scene taking place in their room. They're fucking so hard the bed slams against the wall again and again, but no one cares. Melissa's riding of her Master brings tears to her eyes as they involuntarily close on her. She's close, and she knows it. Her head falls down onto her lovers' chest where she stays as her hips smack his cock against her pussy—the sound of his balls as he pounds her from below the only sound besides his heartbeat, that she can hear. "Cum for me, slut. Cum." A few more strokes, and her body falls over the edge of pleasure—her pussy shoots cream all over his cock as he too cums right after she does. She can almost hear the stream his seed makes as it is shot into her pussy and her body goes limp on top of her Master while he's buried deep inside of her, throbbing cum into her pussy in waves. Ryan feels her kissing his chest now—once she's regained some of her composure, that is. His sweet little slave was showing him how much she loved him, and he was more than happy as he enveloped her face in his hands and pulled her up to his lips for a kiss. The couple lay there, her cuddled into his neck and him holding her within his grasp as their heartbeats normalized. "Baby, that was--" Ryan's eyes were full of satisfaction as his new wife smiled up at him over her folded arms. "I love you, Ryan." Her eyes were more serious than he'd seen in a long time, and her grin was only slight now. He could see that she truly did love him with all her heart. "Well, I love you too, kitten. You're my perfect little slave.." A wide goofy grin broke his face and they both looked at each other for a moment before Melissa sat up and slid him out of her gently as she spoke, "Now, who'se ready to go out to eat?!" Newlyweds I sat next to Debs on the plane. We left our wedding reception a few hours ago, and we're now on our long haul flight to paradise. Hell, life with Debs would always be paradise, but the local I'm sure would help. We'd chosen a remote part of the world where we could loose ourselves in each other. Her head was bent over on my shoulder and I could feel her soft breathing. A twitching in my pants let me know that even after doing it in the cramped back room of the village hall as we changed to leave, doing it a grimy loo at the airport, and doing it just a half hour ago giggling in the airplane loo, she still could turn me on. It could wait though, let her sleep. Debbie and I were what you would call childhood sweethearts. We'd known each other since we were kids, had started dating shortly after we both realised there really was something different about our bodies, had sex the first time by 15 and hadn't stopped since. She was great, up for anything my warped little mind came up with, and believe me there was very few tricks left untried. With the help of a rubbished copy of the Karma Sutra found in a charity shop and various of the fashion mags she loved and lads mags I enjoyed, we knew and tried it all. We were the same height; just under six foot, and fit each other perfectly. People often joked that we were twins, but there was no blood relationship that we knew of, not that it would have stopped us if it had. So now we were finally married. We'd kept together through school, through uni, and now with both of us having jobs in the city in our pockets the world was our oyster. Content thinking about how good life was I drifted down into sleep beside her. *** I came too in a panic, hurting. I felt groggy, like after a bad nights sleep. Suddenly I realised I was on my feet, being held up. I jerked fully awake to find my mouth held closed by some tape. I was firmly held on either side by two big bruisers. Opposite me Debs was being held the same way. She didn't seem hurt, but was nude, and her eyes shot fear. A woman spoke, "Good, you're both awake." I turned all my attention to her. "We need to perform a little test to see if the two of you are suitable. First, you will feel cuffs around your neck. I suddenly noticed a weight, and looking a Debbie, saw a thin metal collar around her neck. "These are temporary assuming you work out. The cuffs provide obedience. Let me demonstrate." She pointed a remote control at Debbie, and suddenly my poor darling dear was spasmed in what looked like intense pain. I struggled, tried to get to her, but was held firm. I could barely move let alone fight these two. Debbie went limp, but was still conscious. "And now you." She pointed the remote at me and suddenly my whole body felt like it was on fire, inside and out. It was easily the most intense pain I had ever felt in my entire life. It went on and on, but was probably only seconds, until it was just as suddenly gone. I caught my breath. "You both needed to experience the pain to understand. Do you understand?" Debbie nodded, but I just looked at her dumbly. She just pointed the remote at Debs and shocked her for a couple seconds. Now I understood, and tried to say, to nod to convey my understanding with every inch of my body. She relented and let Debbie alone. "Good. That is your first lesson. If you obey, life is easy and good. Indeed I think you will even find great pleasure in your servitude. If you disobey, the one you love will be punished. It is that simple. Do you understand." We both looked at each other, but both immediately nodded. I would die for Debbie, watching her in pain was worse than feeling it myself. Far worse. If I had to walk through fire for her, I would. It sounded trite, but it was true. I loved her. "Now, understand this. You now have no choices, must do as your told, not matter what. You are here on a whim to be trained as nice little fuck toys, that's all you need to know. Behave and life will be good, misbehave and there will be pain." "We shall do the real tests now. You." She pointed to Debbie. "These two nice gentlemen are going to fuck you now. Relax and enjoy it or your husband will pay." She went stiff, and looked at me, then I saw that resolve on her face. Very little would stand in the way of my girl making a decision. She turned, and let her body relax. The men let her go, gently took the tape from her mouth. She didn't run, but then there was nowhere to run. "Bobby, I love you. I'm doing this for y…" My body jerked as a spike of pain was rammed down my back. Debbie stopped, horrified. "No talking." The woman walked over and slid a soft set of eye shades over Debs head. One of the men put a hand to her fine pert breast and slowly massaged it. The other came up behind and ran a hand down over her hip. Debbie shuddered, but didn't protest. I tried to struggle again, to get away and protect her, but I couldn't. All I could do is watch in horror as the two men began to use their hands, then their mouths, then… God it was horrible, they fucked her. This woman whom I loved, who was the only one I'd ever had sex with and was sure had only had sex with me, let them. I know she did it to spare me pain, know we had no options, but it killed me. She also enjoyed it. I knew her completely, could tell she responded to their touch. Then, when one of the men gently bent her over, moved his cock up behind her, and entered her I could tell she came. She was a rocket my girl, it was one of the many things I loved about her, she loved sex. I suppose what was so very awful was that it wasn't physically forced. They were gentle, were clearly trying to bring her on. It nearly killed me. The went on for a long time, taking turns with her pussy, her mouth. I knew how good her blow jobs where and she gave them good ones. I know, they said. The worst was a moment when the woman came over and lifted my hard cock. It was like a punch to the stomach. I hadn't noticed, but I was hard. How could I be hard watching two men rape my wife? "This is an excellent sign. Your husband is hard. He enjoys your pleasure. This will make your new life so much better." The woman turned and left me to my shame. Then it was over, they were done. Debs, limp, was lifted, the eye shades taken off. We looked at each other, and she blushed deeply, turning away. I longed to tell her it was all right, that I understood, that I loved her, but my mouth was covered. "Now, your turn. Do you love your wife?" I nodded, eagerly. "Would you do anything for her?" I nodded again, puzzled and worried. "Then go to your knees and give either of these men a blow job." I stopped, stunned and my arms where let go. I stood motionless, staring at her, until she lifted the remote towards Debbie. With a muffled shout I held up my hand to stop her, and was grabbed again hard as she punished my poor dear girl. It stopped and I went limp. A feeling of complete helplessness filled me. I would walk through fire for her, would fight for her, but I'd never thought I'd have to be a fag for her. I dropped to my knees with a sob, and twitched when the tape was so gently removed from my mouth. I couldn't look at any one, only had a long black cock centred in my sight. I could barely control my trembling as I lifted my hands. Barely believing what was happening I touched another man's cock for the first time, lifted it, and… blackness *** I dreamed dreams of pain and fear and love *** "Baby? Baby are you awake?" I was having a pleasant dream of Debs and I having dinner on a beach. For a second I couldn't be entirely sure which was the dream and which reality, but with a groan I opened my eyes. I started a bit to see a face close by that I didn't recognise. Then the woman spoke with Debs voice and the face clicked into focus. It was Debbie, but changed. The eye brows were thinned, her eyes exotically made up, the nose looked smaller, smoother. My Debs has a bump from a break when she fell off her bike on a trip in our teens. I loved that bump. Her lips were plump and sensual, her chin shaped a bit different. Yet it was my Debbie. I knew from the eyes, she could have a completely different face and I'd know her from her eyes. Right now they were filled with worry, and love, and something I didn't quite recognize. "Where…" Her finger touched my lips, "Shhh, you're not allowed to talk. I'll be able to tell you more soon, but first I have to… introduce you to your body. They've changed you Candy." "Can…" "Shhh!" She looked stern. I knew that look, it didn't brook argument. "Remember what happened!" It all came flooding back, the punishment, her rape, my… shame. "Your name is Candy now. Right now you need to relax, and to be quiet. This is both to let you know what changed and to, well, test things out. She wants to know how much training you'll need. It won't be bad, I promise, but… Oh… just relax." She stroked a cheek and briefly kissed me. Then her beloved face disappeared. My head was strapped down and there was some sort of board around my neck so I couldn't see down. I felt some movement, then a wet soft lick to a nipple. It sent a soft wave through my body, making me shiver. It was a shock on multiple levels. My nipples had never been particularly sensitive. Debbie liked playing with them, but it never did much for me, and frankly was a little off putting. Nipples on a guy had always seems a bit weird to me, redundant. Gays played with each other's nipples not a man and his girl. She licked again, and I struggled to understand the sensation. It felt good, but wrong, different. It was like it was in the wrong place and swollen or something. Then she softly sucked and I heard the breath leave my body. For a while that's all she did, lick then suck, first one, then the other. I tried to figure it out, but it was a bit hard to think. Finally one of her hands touched me, low on my ribs. Slowly she trailed her fingers and nails upwards. Nails? Debbie didn't like long nails, she said they got in the way. Well, she had them now. My mind kind of disconnected then, not understanding the sensations. Her fingers should have kept going flat, but they cupped. "Fuck, I've got…" "Ahhhh." Her face appears, she grimaced in a rictus of pain. "Harry, don't…" A bolt of pain seared through my body. I felt myself arch, every fibre of my body on fire. Then it was gone, and Debs relaxed as well. "See?" I did, if I needed a reminder of that horrible couple of hours, that slammed it home. "I'm sorry darling, I have to gag you if you can't be quiet. Please just…" Her hands lifted something that made my eyes goggle. In her soft delicate hand, long nails painted a bright red, was a thing that for a moment I didn't quite understand. It looked like a short thick cock, but had a oval on one end and straps. "Open your mouth baby. No! Don't say anything." I went still and thought fast, but what could I do? Nothing. Deeply ashamed at having my wife put such a thing in my mouth I opened up. Somehow I would figure out how to get back in control, but right now there where no options. She slowly inserted the awful thing in my mouth. It tasted of cherry, but that didn't help the horrid thought of having a rubber cock fill my mouth. Debs quickly strapped the thing down, then stroked my cheek. I lay there, still tingling from the aftershock of pain, confused. She disappeared again, and I felt her hands softly cup my chest. What the hell was going on? Why did I have breasts? What sort of weird freak thought of putting tits on a guy? Then she squeezed gently and I felt a bolt of electric pleasure hit me. I didn't understand it at all, but heard a groan and realised it was me. Debbie kept at it, using her hands and mouth on my new chest. I writhed in my bonds, trying to make sense of the feelings, but failed. It was so foreign, I had no reference for the sensation of these things on my chest being handled, yet I couldn't deny the sensations flooding through me. Sometimes she was gentle, sometimes rough. She kept on and on for what felt like hours. I started crying, sobbing, wanting to beg her to stop or maybe beg her to continue. It felt so good, but it was torture, like needing to cum, but not being able to. Then she just stopped and her head re- appeared. "Have you cum?" I shook my head. "She said you probably wouldn't. I wish you had, because it means you'll need to be trained. The training is… hard." Her face looked haunted, but also longing. What had happened to her? It also made me wonder how long I'd been out. "Relax again, I won't hurt you, but this is going to be… weird." I lost her again, then felt nails trail down my belly. Fingers encircled my cock and relief flooded through me. I was stroked and it felt wonderful. Her other hands joined, then slid downwards. I liked it when she played with my balls. Was I going to get a blow job? But… when her hand should have met the soft sacks bellow, then was nothing. I began to panic, then my mind kind of disconnected. Her fingers probed then parted folds of skin. She started slowly massaging something that made my body buck, then a finger pushed… God, what had they done to me? I felt her move between my legs, her hips brushing my inner thigh. Her fingers pulled those folds apart, then something cold and hard pushed up against me. It… moved inside. I was sobbing, crying desperate to talk, but gagged. I felt her hips move forward and something… push deep inside me. "Oh baby, this is so good. I've got a dildo inside me too, and... Oh god, eveyr move I make… oh… fucks us both." The board around my neck was pulled away, and Debbie, lay down on top of me. She was gorgeous, her tits huge. They pressed down on the mounds on my own chest as her hips ground against me. I didn't understand any of this. The sensations were overwhelming. It built and built as Debbie kissed and licked my face, until… *** I lay on the soft mattress, wide awake. Debs was curled up behind me, softly breathing into my neck. I felt the soft clinging fabric of the bra and knickers caressing my body and sobbed, just once. More wasn't allowed. My… cock… was carefully pushed up into my body. When retracted like that my… pussy… just looked like it had bigger puffier lips. My breasts where huge, "E" cups though that made little sense to me. Debs where the same size, in fact our two bodies where somehow sculpted to the same shape in all dimensions. Debbie had slowly and carefully told me what had been done. She's been awake for longer than me, her changes being less than mine. I could tell it had been a hard lonely time, though she brushed it off. It had mostly been spent learning girly things she had never paid much attention to like make up and cloths. She said she would have to teach me everything she learned. I was a girl. It kept hammering inside my brain. I was a girl yet I wasn't. I didn't feel like one inside my brain, yet if I looked in one of the many big mirrors an incredibly sexy body looked back at me. Bruised, and a bit angular, but so sexy. What had they done? *** "No! Move your feet one in front of the other. How many times do I have to tell you?" I wanted to break down in tears, but dare not. We'd been practicing all morning, had been practicing for days. I think I was getting worse. Poor Debbie had been punished twice already and I could feel the fear and irritation in her voice. I stopped, took a deep breath and started walking again. The relief in her voice spoke volumes, "Better…" *** I lay in the box, unable to move, unable to feel, unable to hear. The damn thing was built in a soft fabric and foam, exactly fitted to the shape of my body. Heated to body temperature it was an isolation box, leaving me no sensation. I don't know how long I'd been suspended this time, long enough that my mind felt like it was about to crack. Then there was a soft wash of air against my breasts. Relief flooded through me, I was going to get another chance. Though I know it was warped I was desperate. I took slow deep breaths as the little biofeedback gauge lit up. "OK baby, just relax and let it grow." Debs mouth encircled a nipple as her hand clasped the other breast. Oh, to have any sensation was amazing, to have this was heaven. I relaxed and just let it washed over me. She wasn't gentle, her fingers grasped and pinched, but I felt it build. I cleared my mind, let it wash over me, let it build. Then, oh god, my body tensed and I felt an orgasm blast through me. It wasn't like a cum from my cock, but god was it good. "Oh darling! Oh baby, well done! I'm so proud of you!" Proud? I just had an orgasm from my tits. As the sensation leaked from me, the depression settled back in. It was nothing to be proud about. "Now again…" *** "Try her again." The woman's voice, our trainer, our demon, filled the room. I quickly finished doing up the clasp of the suspenders and hurried over to Debbie's training box. She's been in there for hours, and I felt deeply for her, knowing what it was like. I also felt the echo of pain from her last failure. I had to make this work for her for both our sakes. I carefully oiled the dildo, and stopped for a second. Here I was oiling and stroking a long thick cock shape, and I had been thinking about how better to do up my suspenders. Damn them, I felt my mind changing. Not long ago at all I would never have dreamed of touching such a realistic dildo, and suspenders? Sighing I flipped open the hatch of her box. Debs perfect derriere showed. "OK dear, just relax." I carefully spread her cheeks and moved the dildo forward. I had to admit the sight of the cock head pushing against her ass, opening it, and sliding it was a bit of a turn on. I'd much rather it was my own cock, but I wasn't allowed to penetrate her. Yet a light tingle grew in my tits, my groin felt warm, moist as different flesh engorged and puffed up. Slowly I began to fuck the thing in and out of her ass. I watched the biofeedback monitor to see how I could optimise the sensations for her, and was hopeful as I saw an orgasm build. Would she cum from this ass fuck this time? *** I was kneeling in front of Debs, she was naked bar the dildo knickers. The obscene thing jutted out in front of her. I was in a tight black dress, my hands cuffed behind my back. "Lets try again shall we?" She ran her hands through my hair, now grown back out to shoulder length, and I opened my lips. I hated this, hated it with a passion, but… I felt the length slide down my tongue, starting to fill my throat. Using every bit of training I relaxed my throat and prayed I wouldn't gag. It slid deeper, then deeper, until Debbie's crotch brushed against my nose. "Oh darling, well done! What a star." She slid it out a few inches, then back in. "Oh yes…" I heard the lust in her voice. I didn't always understand how things like this turned her on, but they did. I'd been afraid to ask. *** In the darkened room, trance music booming I looked over at Debbie. She was dressed in a white bra and white micro mini. Dancing with her wrists crossed above her head, eyes closed, my body tingled with lust. I loved clubbing with her, and looking at her just then, the enhanced Debs, I thought she was the most beautiful thing in the world. Right then there was nothing I could do about it. So I closed my eyes and tried to loose myself in the music like she did. It wasn't easy, I still had to concentrate on my moves. They were different from what I used to do. Yet somewhere along the line I did. I just danced. Eventually I opened my eyes to see Debbie watching me. Her face had this mix of amazement and lust. My mouth went dry and I felt my face heat in embarrassment. How could she want me like this? All my feelings of freakishness and self disgust bubbled up. Newlyweds She danced over, pulled me by the hips, and held me while we danced. We couldn't stop, we hadn't been told, but we could dance together. It helped, a bit, yet her breasts rubbing against mine, her scent in my nose, her hands moving over me, was very distracting. Together in the music, we lost ourselves in another way. A way we could never have with me as I was. A small small part of me admitted not all about this was bad. So long as we had each other, and loved each other I could survive. *** I was dressed in a bra, thong, soft shorty T, and a very micro skirt walking and bending over, walking and bending over. There were four possible bending moves all designed to display and show off you ass. Debbie was sitting doing her hair. She turned to me, and grinned. "Looking good hot stuff. Come here." I walked over and couldn't stop a smile as her hands slid up under my skirt. My knickers where pulled down, and like a Cheshire cat all that remained was her grin as her head slipped up under my skirt. I sighed and clutched at her as a soft tongue probed my new lips down there. God, this was good. I really understood lesbians now, they knew what to do to each other. God. *** "Erect." I was in the box, and on hearing her voice easily let the blood flow and make my cock hard. In reward I was stroked and twitched as her soft hands stroked me and she used a vibrator to tease me. I longed for one of her blow jobs, but it wasn't allowed. She kept it up for a long long time, and in the opposite of other training I made sure I didn't ejaculate. I came, oh that was easy, two orgasms ripped through me, but I didn't ejaculate. Just as the third was building, "Slacken." Getting the word at a time like this was like getting punched in the stomach, but I took a deep breath, and let my cock go soft. "Good girl… and erect." *** I stood holding two bras. One a pink satin, one a deeper red lace. Biting my lip I held up first one, then another against me as I looked in the mirror. With a start I went over the thought that had been in my mind. Always before when looking at cloths I'd tried to think of what would look good on Debbie, what would turn me on. Just then, for that moment I'd been going over which would look good on me! *** My tongue slowly circled her clit, a finger sliding in and out of her pussy, my thumb in her ass. I knew just how to please her, always had though the ass thing was new. I had my eyes closed and fantasised that I was getting her wet and ready, that any minute I'd slide up her body, then plunge my cock hard and fast into her pussy. *** She was close, and suddenly her legs clamped my head hard. She screamed in a good one, then I slowly slid up her. My fantasy melted away as my breasts brushed against her damp crotch, then slid on her belly. *** "Mmm, nice. I know what you want though." Her hands gently manoeuvred me on my back. I saw her reach for something. *** "No, please…" "Come on, I know you want it." She slowly circled the tip of the dildo around my belly button. "Open up you little slut," I hated it when she talked like that, but we had to. "Open your legs…" She climbed between then and the tip slid downwards. I couldn't help myself as my hips arched up and the damn thing started to slide inside. Why did it have to feel so good? This wasn't my fantasy, this was a nightmare, yet I couldn't deny the sensations of the cock sliding in and out of me. Just as it was getting good Debbie pulled it out. I opened my eyes and saw her grinning ferally at me. Somehow she'd got one strapped on, and was lowering herself on top of me, a new dildo pushing at my lips. Her breasts crushed mine, her lips brushed my mouth. "Oh baby, this is soooo good." Her hands pushed my own back onto the bed, it was a rule that she had to hold me down. I wept, unsure if it was in joy or humiliation or both. Debbie licked at the tears. *** I sat back, satisfied and pleased with myself. My makeup was just right, and the first time too. Debbie appeared at my shoulder. She was nude and had a light sheen of sweat from working out in the gym corner of our room. Her hand stroked my hair. "Hello gorgeous. You look good! How about we make that lipstick messy?" I turned on the stool, grinning and slid to my knees. As I moved my face to her sweet pussy I paused, for just a moment. I had just been pleased at making myself look good, had felt a small thrill at her compliment and was about to eat her out from my knees. God help me! *** I was on my knees, a long dildo was on its stable trellis in front of me. It was time for my blow job practice. As I was about to bend forward I felt that pulse of horny in my belly. It was that pulse that I often felt when I looked at Debs. It was that deep desire that usually accompanied a hard on. Yet here I was on my knees in front of a fake cock and feeling it. What was happening to me? *** "All right, lets try a knee trembler." Debbie is nude bar the obscene dildo knickers. I pause, but slide out of my knickers, wiggling my bottom side to side as taught and trained time after time after time. Our session at the moment is positions. Debbie is having to work me through a variety of ways of being fucked. I don't like it. "OK baby, up against the wall." I obediently back myself up, bending a knee and resting a foot backwards. She comes up and strokes me down to my waist. I find my hands lifted, wrists crossed above my head. "You always liked this way. Did it make you feel in control?" Debs like reminiscing about our time as a proper boy and girl. I didn't, especially when she was about to remake a scene with me as her. Her free hands slid down my belly and tickled between my legs. I shivered. "Tell me you want it." "Debbie, no." Her finger started slowly and insistently on me down there. "Tell me." I bit my lip and turned my face. I felt so vulnerable and out of control. "I don't… I really… oh god…" "Say it." "Please don't Debs, please." She stepped forward and slid the tip of the oily dildo down my belly. "You know you want it, so…" The tip slid in and I groaned as we both watched it sink inside me. *** We lay spooned up against each other, Debbie behind, my head on her arm, her free hand idly tweaking one of my nipples. I gathered my courage, I had to know. "Debs, do you like this?" "Oh baby…" For a while she was silent. "You know I would never in a million years have wished this on us. But…" God I hated hearing that but. "You have to admit, its pretty sexy. I love you so much knowing you've done this for me." Her hand cupped a tit, making clear what "this" was. "And come on, you know you love it too." "I don't really." Her voice was scathing, "Come on, yes you do." Her hand clutched my tit hard, sending bright sparks into my brain. "You don't like that?" "Yes… but I hate that I like it…" Mistress' voice boomed out. "Fuck him, he needs reminding." "Baby, turn over." I went on my belly obediently. I'd long ago given up not doing what I was told. My bottom was slapped, "Present silly." The slap was hard and firm, not playful. I'd been punished many times before she was able to spank me firmly. Now, it was second nature. Biting my lip I went on my knees, bowing my back. I remembered seeing pictures of girls like this and thinking it was so sexy. Hell, I'd got Debbie into this pose many a time. Never did I realise how vulnerable it was, how wide open it made you. I didn't understand why that thrilled her. Debbie shifted between my spread knees, she'd quickly got on a pair of dildo pants. "Going to tell me you don't like this you little pillow biter?" This tip slowly circled my ass, making me shiver. She pushed it in, just a bit. "You always wanted to do a threesome, I just never imagined it was so you could be the one who got fucked." Her hands slowly dug into my hips as the cock pushed into my ass. "That's so beautiful, god…" Her voice was soft, full of lust. "Debs, I don't like it, but I do it…" As she slowly pushed in, she stroked one cheek, "No baby, you love it even if you do it for me." Touching bottom, the cock slowly pulled out, making me shiver again. "And god help me, I love it too." The last was soft, barely audible, but I heard it. A little later, both of us spent, we were spooned up against each other. I'd had a hard painful cum, ass fuck's usually wear. It was pleasure, but not as I'd known it. My mind seemed to be rewiring, mixing pleasure with pain. Debbie again was idly twiddling one of my nipples, making me shift in response. "See, you do love it." I kept my voice as soft as I could, "No." Her head moved up to my ear, "I know, but you have to learn." Her voice strengthened, "You have to be my little fag, my cocksucker, my bitch." One leg hooked over my hip, her pussy pressing into one of my now soft cheeks. A finger stroked my lips. "One day a real cock will push in here. You'll suck him hard, then fuck him. Oh god, you'll fuck him. You'll do it for me, you'll become a homo for me, will love it, for me… God!" She came, relaxed and slowly drifted off to sleep. I lay awake for a long long time. She was right, and wrong. I would do it, maybe even find pleasure in it, but I'd never like it. She seemed to, this was twisting her in ways I couldn't fathom, but I still loved her. I had to, otherwise all this was for nothing. *** "OK Candy, the scenario. You're about to go out on a big date with a boy to his high school dance. We want sophisticated, but slutty. You know he's going to pull, he knows he's going to pull and you want it to be as good for him as it can be. Got it?" Debbie looked up from where she practiced deep throating a dildo. She grinned and gave me a thumbs up. I smiled back, and turned to our wardrobes. My mind rifled through my past. Teenage boy, sex mad, likely has tons of dirty mags. Lingerie key, and something overtop that won't get in the way. I riffled through drawers, and dithered between a green bustier and a red corset, holding first one, then the other up to my body. God this was hard. "Red, definitely the red, it compliments your skin." Debbie paused for a moment to chirp up, then went back to bobbing up and down on the long cock. Yes, the red. Next there were three options of knickers, a thong, a small silk bikini cut and a slightly larger silk and lace g-string. "Go for the lace, if he can see his hand groping inside it'll be a turn on." I remembered early on finding Debbie in something similar and remembering the thrill of looking at my hand busy down there. God. Then the dress. I had a number of options, then settled on a mid thigh strapless dress. It was made out of a few layers of a diaphones red patterned silk. Slipping it on I was a bit worried about my tits. The corset was cupless, and though the dress was under wired and tight, my nipples would clearly poke through if they got hard. I slid into stockings and heels, then sat down and did up matching make up. "There." I stood and looked in the mirror. Fuck the reflection was sexy. That couldn't be me could it? That girl had long blond hair, perfect almost invisible make up and a fuck me dress on with a figure to do it justice. Debbie came up and gave me a squeeze. "Cool." "Now," The woman's voice spoke up. "A bit of a change." A door opened and two bruisers in short robes strolled in. "Candy, you're going out on a date tonight. With a boy, who though is very keen and ready, is a virgin. You're going to a dance with him and will show him a very good time indeed." "We'll be tracking you of course, and can punish you or make you unconscious in an instant. Of course Debbie will be staying here. Be good and show your boy a good time and for every cum he gets, Debbie gets one from each of the men. Be naughty and she will be punished of course. If you actually surprise us and run away, she'll be killed. Understand?" I felt weak, my reflection had gone pale. The two guys had gone to Debbie and started caressing her. I nodded, and weakly smiled at my wife who was looking both hungry and scared at the man behind her who's cock was rubbing in her ass crack. The door was open, and a woman in a drivers uniform stood there. She was holding out an eye mask. Feeling like I was walking to my doom I strode over to her, feeling my ass move in the soft silk, the stockings rubbing together. This was madness, I was a man, that was my wife. I took the eye mask. *** The car was stopped in an elegant part of town. I'd had the mask off for a while now, looking out a life that was going on so normally. How had we got back here? I'd no notion at all we were in London, but we had to be, or at least nearby. A door opened in a Georgian townhouse. Out stepped a tall, fairly well built kid. A man behind him slapped his back and then closed the door. I debated how to sit, and ended up all formal on the edge of the seat, hands primly on my knees. He got in, and slumped into the wide seat beside me. He had this shit eating grin on his face, like it was Christmas and New Years and all good things combined. "So, you're my birthday present?" I smiled weakly and nodded. "Much better than what dad promised. I'd never have known. You're hot!" At his compliment I felt a little giddy rush. Immediately I wondered what wrong with me? A boys offhand compliment effecting me? Also, I didn't like his words, did he know what I really was? "So, like you'll do anything I want, no matter how freaky?" I bit my lip, but what else could I say, "Yes." "Cool." For a moment his eyes moved up and down me, and I understood now how girls said some guys undressed you with their eyes. "So if I said to get your tits out?" I paused, then reached up and peeled the cup of the dress down one side, slowly, watching him for hints. It was what he wanted all right. If anything his grin got wider. "Fuck, they're better than a fucking picture." I got one of those giddy happy rushes again. It scared me a bit, me getting al tingles over a young boy ogling and complimenting my unwanted tits. "And if I wanted to touch them?" Again I paused, but then I reached over for his hand and lifted it to my tit. He squeezed, I gasped. I didn't want to, but all that training, time and time again having to respond to any touch or else be subjected to… nothing. "Like that huh?" I bit my lip, but nodded. It was only partially true, but this wasn't about truth. "Fantastic. I've been waiting a long time to get my hands on some titty. Now, let me get this straight, this is your first time with a guy?" I nodded, not quite able to meet his eyes. "But you've done it a lot with girls and you know what to do?" I gasped in reaction to his hands, but nodded again. "I'm not sure I believe you're a guy." I looked up in shock, he knew! "I… yes, I am." Getting bolder he reached over and pulled down the other side of my dress, his hands squeezing and moulding, my nipples being rubbed and pinched. "Oh… oh…" I couldn't help it. "Yeah, family rules. I can't have a woman until I'm married. All the men in my family get supplied with compliant t-girls once we're old enough. This is very cool. Way better than I thought. You're fucking gorgeous." Another tingly rush. "And like you'll really do anything I want?" I nodded. One of his hands went up and pulled my head towards him. Oh fuck, he wanted to kiss. I'd only ever kissed Debbie, and now this? What could I do? As our lips touched, I opened mine to his probing tongue. He was still mauling one breast. God damn it, I was getting even more horny! How could this happen, how could I get turned on from kissing a guy? Part of my mind was revolted, but my body was responding. In the back of my mind I heard Debbie's voice, "Remember, get a guys hand up your skirt and he's yours." She'd done that to me my love. As I lifted this boys hand onto my leg, I remembered putting my hand on hers for the first time, the thrill of slidding it upwards, the touch of soft flesh, the secret joy of finding knicker. I shuddered in an involuntary orgasm as his fingers brushed over the tops of the stockings to bare flesh. Oh god, I didn't want this. His hand cupped me there, his fingers crudely feeling me through the thin fabric. He was rough, fumbling, impatient, but got his hand inside and touched me. I came again. "Fuck you're hot! Jesus, blow me!" Our eyes where inches apart, it was clear that was all the foreplay I was going to get. All the build up drained away. It was show time. I could run away now, and "save myself", or I could do it and know that in reward my wife would get fucked, but live. What a choice! Biting my lip again, I reached and slowly undid his dress trousers. Life felt in slow motion and I pulled at his pants and slid a hand in. He was already hard, and a decent size when I pulled him out. I shocked myself, I did it all with no hesitation, yet it was only the second time I'd touched another man's cock. All that training again. Lowering my head I watched that tip get closer and closer. Then it brushed my lips. Like I'd been told and practiced so very many times, I just let the tip brush the soft flesh of my lips a bit more, the slowly let it push past and in. I had a cock in my mouth. Me, the captain of the football team, the guy everyone envied because of my girlfriend, the one no one every thought was gay, especially me, had a cock in my mouth. I… sucked him, licked him, made him feel good. As a reward he filled my mouth with cum, and I swallowed it down like a good girl. The world sped up again. I heard noises, cheers. Lifting my head I saw kids staring in the window, some shocked, many envious, some laughing. Somehow I got my dress straight, and the boy pulled me out of the car and through the crowd. As we walked he pulled me against him, his arm going round my back, his hand resting on my ass. "That was one hot blow job!" I felt all giddy again, happy. I just was told I gave good head and I was delirious. I don't know what was happening to me. I didn't feel right and I could still think, was it those wires in my brain again? "So, like what's the name I can tell the guys." "Candy." He laughed. We walked into the auditorium, done up like all good school dances did, and he pulled me over to a small group of guys, most with girlfriends. "Everyone, this is Candy. She's ahh, the daughter of one of my dad's friends. Cool huh?" I got a look of appraising stares, some envious, some hostile, some… lustful. I looked to the floor and groaned a bit. In the dark black lighting my lingerie almost glowed under the thin dress. The music started up. For a while I just stood beside Thomas as he talked to his friends about this and that. His hand on my ass slowly groped and stroked me, very obviously and it got more than a few stares. I was mortified, but what could I do? For tonight I was his plaything. After a bit he pulled me out onto the dance floor. I knew I had to, even if I hated it, but I started dancing opposite him as I'd been taught, all languorous moves, sometimes with wrists crossed above your head, sometimes feeling yourself. I caught him watching me, staring at me. When I did I often got that giddy rush again. Why would him watching me make me feel so good and happy? After a few songs he nodded off the dance floor. We wandered away from people over to a darkish corner. He turned my back to the wall, and leaned with his arm resting beside my head. I felt… vulnerable, trapped. It was too loud to talk, instead he just looked at me, raised his hand and peeled the dress down away from one breast freeing me. I looked around frantically, but no one was looking. "That is a grade 'A' rack." Oh god, I tingled at the words shouted in my ear. "I am so going to enjoy this. I always thought my first time would be in the back of a car, but this will do." His hand slid up under my skirt, yanking at my knickers. Right there, the music pounding, people dancing, he got out his cock. My mind was swirling, I so didn't want this, but knew I had to. Desperately I tried to remember what to do, and somehow got up on my toes so he could feed it in. Newlyweds I turned my face away from him as he slowly sank it in. "Fuck that's good. I can't imagine real pussy being better than this." His hand went to one of my breasts, his mouth to my neck, his cock… inside me." It was so very different from a dildo. I could feel it pulse and move inside me, alive. I was being fucked, me, the man's man, being fucked up against a wall at a senior school dance. I came, and a few minutes later, came again. He pumped into me faster and faster, and I desperately looked over his shoulder hoping we wouldn't be watched. Mostly we weren't, but I was sure we were seen. Finally, he came. I felt his hot blast inside me jet again and again. I came too, stunned at the intensity of it. Was this what girl's felt? As he caught his breath I felt him shrink. What an odd sensation. I also felt full of cum, even as he pulled out I felt it squish inside me and instantly melt into my knickers as it dribbled out. We straightened our cloths, then walked back into the crowds. I felt watched, stared at but Tom seemed unconcerned. He walked back to his mates, and sort of dropped me by the clutch of girls. With a bit of a swagger he walked to the guys. I couldn't here what was said, but they all looked at me. Fuck. I felt damp and sticky, and needed to hide, if only for a moment. With a homing instinct of years of a school not different to this one I found the loos, and only stopped myself going into the guys at the last moment. I found a stall, stripped my knickers off, sat, and let myself sob silently as his cum dripped out of me. Then a couple deep breaths and I cleaned myself as best I could, put on a fresh pair of knickers, and went out. A number of the girls from Tom's group where there, and they clearly checked me out. I tried my best to ignore it, and went to check my make up. "Did you just really do it with Tom?" I stopped for a moment, nodded, then continued with what I was doing. "Bloody hell, he's been the catch of the school. A number of us went out with him, but he kept his hands to himself, even though it was clear he was gagging for it. Is all we needed fake tits?" They laughed cruelly, and I slowly turned and pushed my way through them. I felt like shit. I walked through the crowded hall. As I did I noticed my hand going down and realised I'd just flicked my hair, and was walking that walk, my hands swaying just so. I'd done it without thought, and nervously looked around to see eyes following me. I went up to Tom, and he put his arm around me. Bending his mouth to my ear, he said, "That was fucking fantastic! You are awesome!" I sucked in a breath as a rush of giddy tingly happy rushed through me. It flushed away the sickness in the pit of my stomach. "I want to watch you dance again." I felt giddy again, but followed him on the dance floor. What was wrong with me? He spoke bloody nonsense and I went weak at the knees? Yet I followed him out onto the dance floor, and tried to get him to watch me. The rush I got when I caught him was addictive. Where they doing this to me? They must be, but I couldn't deny it either. I saw the bulge grow in his trousers again. Turning my back to him my hips where grabbed and he pulled me back against him. His hardness nestled into the crack of my ass. The thought of it there made me ill, then he spoke. "I want you like this," and a rush of giddy hit me. He took my hand and led me off the dance floor, through the crowd and outside this time. We went behind the school, the light was almost non existent. He turned to face me. "I want you out of that dress." Speachless, I unzipped and shimmied out of it. "Turn around." I did, "Take your knickers off." I bent at the hips and slowly lowered them. "Fuck, where's your cock?" Still bent over I looked back at him, flushing in humiliation, "Its… still there, just tucked away." "Dad said I wouldn't be able to tell. I didn't believe him, but fuck. You have the most fabulous ass!" I went all weak at his words. Feeling a deep routed fear build I watched him step towards me, hearing the soft zip over the bass beat reverberating from the walls. I turned my head away, unable to watch and braced myself. I felt his cock nudge me there, felt myself open to him, felt myself get buggered. Distantly I heard myself whimper, but all my attention was focused on the cock pushing up inside me. God knows I'd had enough pushed up my ass in the past months, but this was totally different. It wasn't my wife's hands on my hips, or a dildo stuck on a wall that I was pushing against; it was a real live man. I was now what they had wanted me to be, I'd sucked and fucked a cock. I was a fag. Thing was, as he groaned, pulled out, and pushed back in faster, it felt good. God in heaven help me, it felt good. I tried to deny it, but couldn't. I tried to stop myself, but even pushed back against him. I didn't want to, but pulsed my anal muscles as I'd been taught to increase his pleasure. It didn't last long, maybe 25-30 strokes, but finally he pushed deep and I felt that hot jet of cum that no real man's ass should feel. With a slap to my ass he pulled back, and I stood, wiggling my knickers up to see a huge grin on his face. "You are one hot fuck!" My breath drew in as that rush of horny happy pulsed through me. Was I really that warped that this boys rude comments turned me on just after he'd fucked me? Indeed I felt deeply humiliated, but humiliated and horny. Picking up my dress I slithered it down my body, just so. *** A while later, maybe only an hour, but feeling an eternity, the dance broke up. I stayed by his side, as a good date should. Laughed at his jokes, and let his hands roam. In a way I was mostly ignored as he yelled at his mates over the music. Yet I was never really ignored. I caught the glances of his friends, and his hands groped all over me. At one point, arm slung over my shoulder his hand slid down inside the front of my dress. His friends tried hard not to notice, one even tried it on his girl, but had his hand slapped away. He just kept on joking. Now we wandered out to the car. The driver opened the door and I got in first, Tom's hands on my ass following me in. He slouched on the seat, hands behind his head. "Quite a night huh? So, get undressed, all of it yeah?" I put a smile on my face, not feeling it at all. Right then I was exhausted, shattered emotionally and physically. But I wiggled out of my dress and deftly undid the snaps on the back of my corset. I couldn't help but giggle as I thought of how useless I used to be with Debbie's bra, now I was an expert. How many times had I put on and taken off a corset? Thousands? More? Everything was drilled until it was instinct. "Way cool." Despite how tired I was at his words I lost my breath at the intensity of the rush. I sat there, nude but for my knickers and stockings, a man made a freak, and was suddenly incredibly deeply horny. "Get him out and mount up yeah? I want a lazy fuck." I the confines of the limo I slowly undid his trousers and reached in to find his hardening cock. Wiggling up to straddle his legs I manoeuvred him between my legs, and sighed as his tip brushed past my lower lips. Biting my lip at the intensity of the sensation as his cock slid against those now overly sensitive membranes I began to very slowly move up and down on him. His hands found my breasts and by tweaking my nipples I was pulled down for a kiss. Why did his cock have to feel so very very good? *** He was gone, I sat alone in the back of the car. With eyeshades on I felt the happy drain out of me to be replaced by… nothing. I was numb, completely worn out. My emotions had banged through so many dimensions this evening I just felt empty. Had they done something to me to make me react or was I really, deep inside and hidden, a homo? I didn't know. The car drove on and I felt him leak from between my legs onto the leather of the seat. Finally it stopped, the door was opened and a hand helped guide me out. The driver took off my eyeshades. She smiled at me, it was such a sweet smile. "You did very well." I still felt nothing. I was led through the corridors passed closed door after door. How many where behind there going through the same thing? Finally she opened one, and I was guided by the shoulders inside. Debbie lounged on the sofa between the two men. They all looked sated. She at least had the decency to give me an embarrassed glance. A hand landed on my shoulder and I look to see her, our mistress and trainer. We actually rarely saw her, she guided us through the speakers in the room. Right now she was barely dressed in a short robe. "Boys, you may leave. Deborah, give them a nice little thank you." The men stood, and after another ashamed glance at me, she turned and kissed each one. They weren't short or chaste kisses. My stomach did a wobble, but again I was filled with that blast of happy lust. My calm broke, and I sobbed. Debs turned to me, then looked at our mistress. "You may comfort her for a short while. You must cease when I return. As the two men strode past me, Debbie just stood there until I collapsed on the floor. Suddenly it was all too much and I didn't have the strength to stand. She ran to be and held my head in her lap. I babbled, spoke of the night brokenly between sobs. Spoke of my confused lust and disgust, spoke of the unbelievable pleasure, spoke of the humiliation, spoke of my confusion. She stroked my hair and didn't say much. The few little words made it clear she'd watched it all somehow. Slowly my babbling stopped. For a moment we just stayed there, silently together. Yet I had to know, "Debs, did you enjoy… tonight?" "Oh you… You know how much I love sex. I would have given anything to just be with you the rest of our lives, but somehow we're here. Yes, I enjoyed it. If I have to have sex I'm not going to deny the pleasure." I sobbed, just once. It was like a knife, but at the same time I knew truth when I heard it. "Baby, you have to learn to do the same or else it will kill you." I could hear the pain in her voice. "You did… have pleasure tonight?" I nodded into her lap. "It looked like he turned you on?" I had babbled about that, so now I paused and thought through it. "Yes… and no. I can't deny when he looked at me or talked nice to me I felt this glow of happy and… horny." I could hear her smile, "I know what that feels like. You could make my knees tremble with a nice word and a smile. Still can you sexy thing." The dagger that had started to pierce my heart at the first, withdrew at the last." "Yeah, likewise you know? But… whenever it happened I could still think, still talk to myself inside my brain about how this couldn't be happening. Guys never did it for me, quite the opposite. Remember?" She laughed, "You where such a wimp whenever we were around a gay. I used to joke that you thought it was catching." "Yeah, but I still am, yet tonight I guy told me to turn around and bend over and I wet myself. When he came it was like fireworks all over my body." I sobbed again. "I hate that!" "No, you don't." Her voice was stern. "Don't hate it, love it. You have to." Both of us were silent for a moment. I really, really didn't want her to be right. "Ahh, my children." I looked up to see our own devil standing there. "Get up will you? Deborah, string your man's hands up and use a spreader will you?" She went and lounged on the sofa. A bit scared at this, new in this place was always scary, I let Debs cuff my hands and hoist them on a chain over my head. I spread my legs and she did a bar with cuffs up around my ankles. We both looked over at our mistress, who smiled and lifted up a remote. The door opened and in walked a big weight lifted of a man. I sighed, sure I knew what was coming. "Deborah, come her and comfort me while we watch. Candy, get your little toy out and make it all nice and hard." My mouth went dry, this wasn't what I was sure of. Taking a second to collect myself I squeezed those new muscles and pushed my cock out. Taking a deep breath I let it go hard. It had been a while and it was almost painful at how hard it snapped up. Debbie curled up on the sofa beside our tormenter and gasped as the woman pinched one nipple very hard. My attention snapped back in front of me as the big guy went to his knees. God no! He lifted my erection, and… kissed it. I groaned as he slowly started to suck on it. No, please no, this was too much. I couldn't go soft knowing she didn't want me to, yet I hated having a man suck me off. In a weird way it almost would have been better to have been the one doing the sucking. At least then I could have pretended maybe I was a girl. This way I couldn't pretend, couldn't hide as the pleasure built up. God he was good. He kept me up, knowing just when to stop, just how to extend, until he sped up and from beside me a soft voice said "Cum." I felt my body arch painfully as I shot a bucket load in his mouth. It had been months since I'd been allowed to cum that way. I slumped down off my chains, not able to hold my weight. He just smiled and stood. The bastard kissed and snowballed me. With a sob I drank down my own cum. Then he turned. I glanced over at our mistress and Debs. My wife was on her knees, using a breast to pleasure the woman's cunt. In return her Debs ass was being fingered, while the woman held Debs head turned towards me. A vacant look of lust was all my wife could return. I snapped my head back forward. The man had bent over, had guided my still raging hard cock to his own ass. He started pushing back. I pulled my own hips back, but was helpless, my cock slowly entered his anus. Oh god, it was good, but looking down through my massive tits to where my cock slid into an obviously male ass made me want to vomit. Oh god, help me… *** Next morning we were woken and told to clean. I found it hard to look at Debbie, and she to me. It wasn't until we were in the shower doing our "final rinse" that she grabbed me from behind and hugged me tight. I really needed that hug, and in a moment we were facing each other, holding as if for dear life. "I do love you so." She actually broke down and sobbed. In an instant I was on the floor of the shower wracked with pain. It was over. I stood, trembling a bit with the aftershook and we looked at each other. The point had been made by our owners, but we had made the point with each other as well. I saw the love in her eyes and returned it. We had to do what we were told, but we didn't have to stop loving each other, even if she enjoyed what happened. I didn't want to think about my enjoying what happened… On drying each other off our Mistress voice called sweetly out. "Hello my sweets. Today we move on to a new phase of training. You both need to learn much much more about pleasing others. Given you're now both on a relatively even footing of experience, we'll be starting with live instructors. You are to treat anything they tell you as my words. You will be monitored and any little infringement will, of course, be punished as usual." The door opened and in walked two men. Both were fit, one was black, the other white. "Come over here and kneel bitchs." My mouth dry, and feeling none of my not understandable attraction to Tom, I took Debbie's hand and went over. I got the black, though both their cocks looked huge to me. "Now my sweets, pick their cocks up and look at the underside. See the big ridge running down? Lick up it…" *** We were in the shower, washing off the cum of the 5 men each that we had "trained" with today. I was shattered, it was often exhausting work and you needed to concentrate. I had also lost count of how many orgasms I'd had. I was soaping up Debbie's shoulders, and she snuggled up back to me. "Mmm, that was fun today." "Oh… is that what it was." My hip got slapped, "You can't fool me, I saw you cum." "I know, I did. There's still that part of me that feels this is unnatural for me. I can't help being disgusted by having a cock in my mouth." She giggled, "And in your pussy, and in your ass. You're pretty good at it though. I looked over at you when we started this morning. Your man was struggling to maintain his composure. I felt so proud of you when you made him cum." I snorted, "Proud? Of your husband making another man cum?" She turned on me, suddenly angry. "Yes, proud! Regardless of whether or not we want to be here we are. You are now an incredibly sexy girl who can turn a man to mush. You've got talent at sex oozing out of every pore. I know you don't want to be here, you tell me every day. You are, learn to live with it. The sooner that happens, the better our life will be. I love you more than words can say, but you've got to give up on this 'Oh poor me I'm a man' kick. You're not!" She stomped out of the shower and angrily started towling herself dry. I finished rinsing myself off, trying to remember the last time Debs had really got angry, and failed. Just as I got out and grabbed a towel, our mistress spoke up. "Deborah, your scenario is a business dinner party, Candy, French maid, but cock out and presented. Ten minutes." Silence, but then we both dashed into action. At least I didn't have to choose what to wear. I got my cock out, then started putting on the complex get up. Black braless corset, skimpy knickers holding my cock vertically, short layers of starched lace crinoline and a skimpy black dress. A white pini and black mesh stockings with 6" heels. I quickly did fairly exaggerated make up, did up my hair and did the little lace cap thing. Debbie had opted for an elegant off the shoulder red dress. It left little to the imagination as she was not wearing a bra. We looked at each other, and she broke the ice by laughing. We'd done it with seconds to spare. The door opened and we both went still. "Deborah, the driver will take you to your date. Need I say that you will be obedient to his every whim? Candy, follow Laurence. You will be service at a little party of mine tonight." Debbie blew me a sad kiss and left. I followed the older man done up in white tie down the long corridors. I was led to a small elegant room, was shown where the drinks where, given a brief lecture on service that just re-inforced hour after hour of practice, and he left. Knowing the routine I stood beside the drinks cupboard, feet a handswidth apart, hands clasped behind my back, shoulders pulled back, eyes downward , and waited. Sometime later the door opened and three women stepped in. One was our mistress, one an older elegant woman dressed in black. The third was younger, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. The two sat, the girls kneeling beside them. "A G&T Candy, and for you?" "The same." "Rum and coke" I turned and carefully prepared the three drinks. As I walked over the talk was of the little gossip of their lives. I bent over to my mistress, as taught, and gave the woman a view of my backside. "Interesting. One of your projects?" I turned and presented the older woman her drink. As she took it her free hand ran up my leg and fondled my cock. Even though I'd spent most of the last year alone with my wife, the training had been intense. Other than feeling myself blush I didn't move. "Yes, an interesting bit of work. You'll understand if I don't discuss the details in front of him, but the method has been extremely successful. He is part of a husband and wife selection. We've used their love of each other to have them each submit. Its gone much better than expected." She stopped fondling me, I hadn't got hard of course. I felt the heat of my face shine out. I was deeply humiliated to be seen and touched this way. My shame was all the more in that my belly burned. Been treated like scum was turning me on. I turned to the younger woman, who chose to feel my chest. "Has he been mounted?" Her eyes gleamed. Newlyweds Tonya was divorced from her first asshole husband for seven months before she met Ted. She was very naïve when she got married the first time. She just did it to get out of her parent's house. After the marriage went bad she didn't know what else to do. On the advice of her friends she left him. There was a part of her that regretted the situation but at least now she would have a chance to have sex with other men. Her husband was the only man she had been with until she met Ted. They had a whirlwind courtship and married on a weekend trip to Las Vegas. They have pictures to prove that they were married by Elvis and spent their honeymoon in the suite decorated with pink and red hearts. They remember having sex in the heart shaped hot tub. The rest of the weekend is just a blur in their minds. Tonya feels it was the alcohol they had consumed. Ted thinks it is just because that is the type of thing you have to do more than once to remember it well. The following week they had as much sex as two people can have. They rushed home from work and stayed up all night. They both called in sick to their jobs for two days that week just to have sex all day and all night. Tonya calculated that she had more sex that week than she had during her entire seven year marriage. She felt like a slut but was content because she was enjoying herself. By the end of the week they had run out of groceries. What few clothes they had used most of their towels and all the sheets they owned needed to be laundered. The trash needed to be taken out. The house needed some fresh air. Everything smelled of sex. Ted agreed they should do everything together. They couldn't bear separated. Not even for the few hours it would take to do their chores. Tonya laid out a plan and they proceeded to follow it. First they gathered up all of the trash and put it in garbage bags. Then Ted took it outside to the cans. Tonya dusted and when Ted got back inside he ran the vacuum cleaner over all of the carpets. They both did the dishes in their double kitchen sink. Tonya washed, Ted dried and put away. They showered together and had sex again. Then they bundled everything that needed to go to the laundry into all the pillowcases and loaded up the car. On the drive to the Laundromat Ted fingered Tonya's pussy through the leg of her shorts. She had no panties on to make things easier. They pulled into a parking space in front of the laundry. Ted licked his fingers and they kissed deeply. Then they unloaded the car. It took seven washers to handle all of their things. Tonya loaded the clothes and sheets and put in the proper amount of detergent. Ted gathered all the necessary coins and loaded every washer with money. They started all of the washers at the same time. Next they went to the supermarket next to the Laundromat. In a half an hour they gathered the groceries they needed and put them into the car. When they returned to the laundry the washers had all stopped. It took a few minutes to move all the wet laundry from the washers to three driers. Ted put in the required change and started everything drying. Now they had some time on their hands. There were a few shops they could visit while they waited. They walked around the row of shops. In the used bookstore they found a few books worth reading. Ted got a book on a software program that he was using at work. He thought it would be a good reference but he didn't find anything else. He found Tonya in the mystery section. The stacks of books on the tall shelves nearly reached the ceiling. The labyrinth of shelves afforded some privacy. He crept up on Tonya silently and reached around her slipping his hand under her shirt. He easily fondled her braless breast. She closed her eyes and put her head back. He leaned forward with his head to nibble her earlobe. She was holding three paperback mystery books that she wanted to purchase. Ted handed her his book. This kept her hands busy. Ted lowered her shorts to her knees. She widened her stance. He reached under her with his hand and inserted three fingers into her wet pussy. He pressed on her upper back. She bent over and supported herself with her hands full of books on the shelf in front of her. He began to rapidly pump his fingers in and out of her as he had done so many times the past week. He was very turned on by the nasty deed they were doing. He was excited to take her in a public place and she too showed her enthusiasm for the situation. She was excited at the thought of being observed or caught. She orgasmed quickly but kept her moans and other noises as quiet as possible. In the store the only noise came from the low volume of a classical music compact disk which played on a boom box behind he counter at the cashier's station. Ted quickly pulled up Tonya's shorts for her. Ted reached around her and took the books from her hands. He left her standing there in the mystery section looking at the titles. She stood not reading but imagining that other people might have seen the nasty thing they had just done. She was still very excited and grasped her right breast through her clothing. Her left hand she shot down the front of her shorts. Her finger went into her sloppy snatch. She toyed with her clit and brought herself to another silent climax. Just as she finished she heard the thud and crumple of a sack of books drop to the floor right beside her feet. Two hands entered from the bottom of her loose shirt. They stroked her stomach and slid into the front of her shorts. She removed her hand and braced herself against the shelf in front of her as before. Both hands dropped down taking her shorts to the floor. She stepped out of them with one foot and spread her stance. The hands moved up her left leg. One palm was inside her leg and one outside. They tingled and made goose bumps all over her flesh as they glided across her skin. When the hands stopped at the top of her leg she felt two fingers stab into her sopping pussy. She let out a soft gasp and tried to be quiet again. The fingers curled inside of her and stretched out straight again only to curl up again. The fingertips against the sides of her womb felt wonderful. "Fuck me!" She said softly. A moment passed after the fingers were removed from her. She simultaneously felt two hands on her hips and the head of a hard cock at the lips of her pussy. She leaned back. The hands pulled her hips over the cock and slid into her then out and in again. She was feeling deliciously naughty. Her sloppy pussy filled with hard cock hidden among the stacks of books. She felt as used as the books around her. She imagined every author of every book was watching them as she got fucked. One hand slid up inside her shirt and caressed her right breast. Ted had never grasped her so hard before. Right away she knew she wasn't the only one who was excited about having sex in public. She didn't last long before she had another silent climax. She couldn't help but make some noise. The feelings exploded inside her were too great to be completely silent. She continued to feel the cock inside her pump and was nearly going to have another orgasm when she felt the hot rush of semen fill her. She went over the edge and let out a big sigh. This time she knew that others would hear it. She stepped back into her shorts and stood up. The cock slipped free from her sex. She felt the hands grab her shorts and whisk them up her legs into place. They went up higher than normal and wedged between her outer lips of her labia. She looked down and watched the bag full of books as they vanished from her view. She turned to kiss Ted but nobody was there. She could feel the sperm leaking out of her into her shorts. She started to walk and felt naughty all over again. The lips of her pussy glided against the wet material of her shorts not touching as they normally would. The feel of her shorts jammed into her crotch as they were excited her even more. She was hoping someone would notice her. Feeling nasty she tried to walk normally out of the store. She knew the wet camel toe of her shorts gave away her dirty deeds to anyone who chose to notice. To conceal herself she approached the cashier's station and put her hips next to the counter. "Did my husband buy the books we were looking at?" She asked. "Yes he did." The clerk said. "He said he was going to the Laundromat and you were to meet him there. Is there anything else I can help you with today?" Nasty thoughts flashed through Tonya's mind but she declined further assistance and walked out the front door and down to the Laundromat. Ted noticed her predicament right away. She looked so hot with her shorts up between her pussy lips and the wetness showed like a beacon against the dry material. He let her walk up to him. She put her hips up next to him and gave him a kiss. He pulled one of the pairs of shorts out of the stack of things he was folding and handed them to her. Next he used a sheet looking as if he was folding it but in reality he hid her nakedness from the others who were nearby. Only he was able to watch her change her pants. He loved watching her and seeing how turned on she got. Her nipples were still hard and were easily visible through her shirt. They folded all the laundry could and loaded up the car. On the drive back home they chatted. She made little hints about their encounter. They agreed they should do it again in public. It was a real turn on for them. They laughed and shared their feelings about what they did. As they got closer to home Tonya was overcome by the feeling that her second encounter wasn't with Ted. He apparently knew nothing of fucking her in the bookstore. She certainly didn't want to tell him about it but the thought of it aroused her. It occurred to Tonya that in addition to the two husbands she has had sex with in her life there is another man who had taken her. As she thought more about it and the most exciting thing is that she never saw his face and doesn't know his name.