****** Mark's Story by Jon Swass ******
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Mark's Story


I hadn't really been seeing her very long, but it seemed like something that
might actually last. I don't know what it was exactly that went wrong, but we
started seeing less and less of each other as the days passed. She wasn't
really the most attractive girl I'd been out with, beauty-wise or figure-wise,
but I thought we really had something. I became increasingly suspicious as I
started noticing another vehicle parked at her house from time to time. I
didn't know of anyone that drove a green Toyota.

"Maryann?" I said as she picked up the phone. "Is there something you need to
tell me?" I had needed to make this call for a while, but for some reason I was
hesitant to confront her. As far as I knew, I was the world to her, and she
wouldn't want to do anything to give that up. But there was a strange feeling
in my gut, and I couldn't quite place what it was.

"What do you mean, Mark?" she asked, her voice sounding almost too innocent.

"Well, just that things seem really strange lately," I responded, trying to
think of how to phrase it. "Can we get together and talk about it sometime
today?" She hesitated after I said this.

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked, my mind still formulating possibilities.

"Well, I have a doctor's appointment today," she said, "and I really need to
get ready. How about some other time?" Something was definitely strange.

"Like when?" I asked, the impatient edge showing in my voice.

"I don't know," she said with a little sigh. "Just call me back later on, and
we'll talk about it, all right?" I agreed, because what else could I really do?
I hung up the phone.

I decided to put a plan into action. It was about time I got to the bottom of
this for sure! I drove by her house, and sure enough, there was the anonymous
green Toyota.

Call me childish, but I couldn't let it end there. I would be left wondering
forever about this, and my heart thumped faster with the thought that she could
be screwing around on me. I mean, it was true that we really hadn't been
together long at all, but still, does that make it right? I parked some
distance away, and made my way over to her house on foot.

Watching from behind one side of the house, I waited for several minutes until
I was rewarded with the opening of the front door. Maryann walked out, and
there was a guy with her. He was a bit taller than me, but really nothing
special I think. Nothing worth losing me, for sure. He had his arm around her
as they walked to the green Toyota, got in, and took off.

Now I knew for sure. This wasn't the first time it had happened, but it's
nothing a person can really get used to. No one should have to get used to it,
in fact. I ran back to my car and jumped in, giving chase but staying far
enough back that they couldn't see me. I followed them all the way to a video
store, where they entered and came back out a few minutes later with some
movies. He bumped into her from behind on their way out the door and laughed,
putting her arms around her and kissing her on the neck. I was growing more and
more pissed by the moment. I was barely able to restrain the urge to run up and
ram his head into the brick wall.

Later that day, well after all this had happened, I was at home and decided to
give her another call. The phone rang a few times, but she finally picked it
up. It was really hard to think of something to say right then, I'll tell you
that.

"Hello?" Maryann's voice said. I took a deep breath.

"Listen, about that talk we need to have," I began.

"Come on over, I'm back from the doctor now," she answered. She was lying! She
was lying and I knew it! I could almost feel my blood boiling in rage.

"Whatever you say," I basically spat, and hung up the phone. I drove to her
house, and the green Toyota was gone. Instead there was a little white car
which belonged to her friend Susan. I walked up to the door decided not to
knock right away, instead listening to the muffled conversation I could make
out through the door.

"I can't believe you actually hooked up with him!" I heard Susan's voice say.
"Carl is so damn hot!" Carl. So that's his name.

"I know," Maryann's voice said. "Never met anyone like him before. It's almost
too good to be true, Susan. He's supposed to be coming back over tonight, too."

"Gonna share?" Susan asked with a laugh, and I decided I would go ahead and
knock. I knew the truth now. Maryann could lie all she wanted; I knew the
truth.

"Hey baby," Maryann said as she opened the door. "Come on in!" She was smiling
a bit too much, I thought, and so was Susan. Damn them both. I couldn't believe
this. I walked on in and sat down without saying a word.

"What's wrong, Mark?" Maryann asked, a touch of concern in her voice. Susan was
still smiling, though. She was so annoying.

"Can we talk alone?" I asked, and Maryann just kept looking at me, puzzled.

"I can go," Susan suggested. "I'll give you a call later, girl!"

"Bye," Maryann said as she walked out, and turned her full attention to me.
"What is it, Mark? You're acting weird."

"Why don't you tell me?" I asked, my voice shaking because I was so damn
pissed. "You were just going to fucking lie to me the whole time?" I stood up,
feeling really inappropriate in the chair now.

"What are you talking about?" She asked, getting back. "Mark, please. Just tell
me what you mean."

"I mean Carl," I practically shouted. "Where the hell did he come into this?
Why didn't you just tell me you wanted to see someone else!?"

"Please, baby, calm down," she said, her voice breaking slightly from
nervousness.

"It's over, Maryann," I said with venom in my tone. "Over. If it's going to be
you and Carl, then it's not going to be you and me. Not anymore." I turned and
walked out the door.

"Wait, please, you don't understand," she called, but I really wasn't
listening. I jumped in my car and went home.

I couldn't believe this shit. I remained angry throughout much of the evening,
and something clicked in my mind. Maryann had mentioned to Susan that Carl was
coming back over sometime tonight. Well, maybe it was about time me and Carl
had a little talk of our own!

I drove back over to Maryann's, and sure enough, there was the green Toyota. I
parked behind him, cutting him off so he couldn't back out of the driveway. I
walked up to the door, and not even bothering to knock, flung it open. I heard
laughter inside, and made my way to the living room. Sure enough, there they
were. Sitting on the couch together, Carl with his legs spread apart and her
sitting right in between them. They were watching a movie, but I couldn't have
possibly given a fuck what they were watching at the time.

"Oh, shit!" Maryann exclaimed. Carl made his way to his feet as quickly as he
could, but I was already prepared to give him what was coming. I popped him in
the face, and he fell back to the couch. Maryann scrambled away, and I closed
in on Carl.

"It's over now, fucker," Carl said through clenched teeth, getting back to his
feet. He came toward me with surprising speed, and though I was ready to
deliver another, so was he. I took a blow and went reeling back, and Carl was
on me in a flash, hitting me again. I was dazed, but not out. In that next
instant, though, I felt something crash into my head from behind. A large glass
object, like a bottle. As I crumpled to the floor unconscious, I remembered
that I had forgotten all about Maryann. I don't know how long I was out, but
when I awoke, I was in a dimly-lit room. As my eyes adjusted somewhat, I saw
that I was in Maryann's bedroom. Her bed was relatively low to the ground, as
it consisted of one mattress on top of another, and nothing more. Carl and
Maryann were both sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at me.

For however long I was out, my emotions hadn't subsided much. I was still very
emotionally hurt, and angry, and now I was shocked out of my mind because of
the situation. My hands and arms were bound securely behind me with layers and
layers of thick duct tape, and my legs were tied. I was gagged as well, with
dirty socks filling my mouth and throat, and duct tape over my mouth, wrapped
around my head a couple of times.

I was really shocked out of my mind. My senses were reeling as I struggled not
to choke on the stinking socks that had been unceremoniously stuffed in my
mouth and shoved down my throat. Both Carl and Maryann were naked, and their
clothes were laying on the floor beside the bed, except for their socks, but I
could guess where those were.

"Tsk, tsk," Carl said to me, with a grin. I tried to struggle, but it was
useless...too much tape, and I was just too weak.

"Oh, Mark," Maryann said with a sigh, "Why did it have to come to this?" I
didn't know what the hell was going on. I'm not even sure what I was thinking
at that point.

"Watch this," Carl said to me. "Here's how a real man treats a lady!" He kissed
Maryann softly on the lips, and then followed it with a deeper kiss that lasted
several seconds. They rolled over on the bed, his tongue running lightly across
her skin, working its way downward. Oh, shit...I cannot express the anger,
frustration, and inferiority I felt at that point. All I could do is lie there
helplessly and whimper as I fought the taste of Carl's and Maryann's socks
which I was practically choking on.

"Carl," she gasped as his tongue eventually found its way between her legs.
They made sure to position themselves so that I had to watch Carl lap at her
wet pussy while she moaned. I had never seen her so wet. This was really
tearing me up inside...

Maryann breathed heavily, her eyes widening, as Carl brought his dick up to her
mouth. It was very large in its rock hardness, but Maryann managed to take the
entire length of it. And as her lips closed around the shaft of his penis, they
made certain that I was left watching as she gave him the blowjob. I guess
everything got to me about then, the anger, the humiliation, the frustration,
and the pain, because I felt tears begin to run down my face.

I laid there silently and cried as Carl removed his penis from her mouth,
taking it in his hand and sticking it into her pussy. As Carl penetrated her,
she let out another loud gasp. For a split second, she looked away and her eyes
met mine. I really couldn't read her expression, but that's because I'm sure
she was kind of preoccupied at the time. Carl rammed it into her repeatedly, as
her arms wrapped around the back of his head, pulling him close. His tongue
played with one of her nipples as he worked himself up to a climax.

"I don't wanna be stingy now," Carl laughed, and as he began spurting his load,
he withdrew and rolled over to the side of the bed, shooting it all over my
face. He laughed again when he saw that I had been crying.

"Poor baby," Maryann said with a glance at me, leaning over to kiss Carl. They
both sat there looking at me for about a minute longer, and then stood and
began putting their clothes back on. I had never felt so small and useless in
all my life.

"Where's my socks?" Maryann asked, looking around the carpeted floor. Carl's
gaze turned slowly toward me.

"Well, he's got mine too," Carl complained. "But I don't want 'em now." Maryann
walked over to where I was laying, and leaned down.

"Aww," she said, kissing me on the forehead. "Don't worry; you'll get used to
it." Used to it? Used to what?

"Well, where should we put him, baby?" Maryann asked Carl. Carl suggested the
closet, and that's where they ended up putting me. I heard the door lock into
place, and I found myself in the darkness, alone. The pile of clothes I was
lying on provided some cushioning, though, and it was better than the floor.

I found myself dwelling in my thoughts, and the vivid memory of what had just
happened haunted me like a nightmare, but I knew all too well that this was no
dream. It just didn't seem real...but it was. I had no idea what they planned
to do with me from here, but I was sure it wouldn't be good at all.

And they couldn't just let me go. Not after all this. It would just be too
risky. But after a while, someone would notice I was missing. Something would
happen, for sure. Only time could possibly reveal what.

I struggled futilely against the thick tape once again, knowing that the effort
would be wasted. As the minutes passed, his emotional turmoil subsided a bit to
make way for fatigue and exhaustion. The minutes turned into hours as he
slipped away into an uncomfortable, and somewhat troubled, slumber.

"Time to wake up, sweetie," Maryann said, interrupting my sleep sometime later
as the closet door swung open. She and Carl dragged me out of the closet and
dumped me on the floor.

"Oh my god! You really did!" Susan exclaimed, looking down at me. They had
invited her over too?

"You really were telling the truth!" came another voice. I saw that it belonged
to Lynne, who was someone I had really only met once when I had to pick Maryann
up at work. She was Maryann's boss, and was probably about six or so years
older.

"Yep," Carl said. "Got him."

"He's ours," Maryann chimed in. I just stared up as all four looked down at me,
feeling something like cheap property.

"So I'll get the raise if I let you use him too?" Maryann asked Lynne. Lynne
seemed to consider it for a moment before answering.

"Let's see what he's got first," she said. "I want to hear him say something,
also." Maryann nodded, unzipping my pants and starting to pull them down, while
Carl produced some scissors and began trying to cut the tape away from my face.
He managed to remove some of it, but ended up tearing away the remainder of it,
along with some of my hair. I almost gagged on the socks as my vision blurred
from the sharp pain.

I was all too willing to cough up the socks, and did so as Maryann exposed my
penis for Lynne to see. I had not realized just how dry my throat was until I
got rid of the socks, and it was really hard for me to say anything.

"Mark, say something," Maryann urged. I said nothing, so she squeezed my balls
with increasing pressure until I yelped from the tightness of the grip.

"Something...to drink," I managed to rasp, and everyone laughed at me. At that
point, I realized a distant hope now that the tape was away from my face.

"Someone help me!!" I tried to shout, but it came out rather weak, and just got
me some more laughs.

"Out of tape," Carl muttered.

"I can keep him quiet while Lynne does her thing," Susan offered.

"I'll run to the store and get some more tape," Carl said, leaving the room.

Susan's hands closed over my mouth tightly, keeping me silent, as Lynne took
the head of my cock in her mouth and began sucking gently. I was getting
increasingly aroused, against my will, and Maryann just looked on as my penis
stiffened considerably.

The warm wetness of Lynne's mouth over my cock slid up and down the shaft, and
it probably wouldn't be long before I orgasmed. Susan's hands were sweating
profusely, which was kind of nasty, because I could taste the salty liquid
dripping into my mouth. It wasn't quite the drink I had had in mind, but I
couldn't really do anything about it.

I felt it coming on, and suddenly I was spurting hot cum down Lynne's throat! I
would have been proud of such a nut if it had happened under different
circumstances! As I went limp, she pulled away, and looked at Maryann.

"That's it for now," she gasped. I think my intense spurt caught her a bit by
surprise! "You've got the raise, but this means I get him whenever I want now."
Maryann nodded in agreement, smiling to herself. I guess at that point everyone
was happy but me. I heard the front door slam across the house, and soon after
Carl walked back into the room.

"Here we go," he said, setting down three rolls of thick duct tape. It wasn't
long before Maryann was stuffing the socks back into my mouth, and Carl wrapped
the tape around my head again, several times. I was pushed back into the closet
and fell onto the familiar pile of clothes that had been my bed earlier.

"You're in for a long night, sweetie," Maryann said to me as she closed the
door, locking me once again in the darkness.

I believed her.

Mark's Story, Book Two: Lynne by Jon Swass

I wasn't sure how much longer I could take this. Enveloped in the darkness of
the closet that was my prison, I was dying of thirst, not to mention starving.
My body ached throughout, and I couldn't move around much. The layers of thick
duct tape that bound my arms behind me, as well as my legs, were as unrelenting
as they were hours ago. Or had it been even longer than that? I really wasn't
sure by this point. Being held captive in a closet like this distorts the sense
of time, you know, not that anything like this has happened to many people out
there. But...surely I can't be the only one. I know somewhere in some dark
corner of the world, sometime, this has happened to someone. Just a day before
I would have considered such a thing beyond belief, but sometimes a person's
whole life can change dramatically in the course of five minutes.

It had started when at some point when my newest girlfriend, Maryann, started
acting really odd. We began drifting apart, and she kept making up excuses not
to see me. I was ready to get to the bottom of it, and it wasn't long before I
found out that she was fucking another guy. His name was Carl, as I found out
when I overheard a conversation about it between Maryann and her friend Susan
later.

This ate away at me for the better part of the day, until I just couldn't take
it anymore. I went over to Maryann's house to confront her about it, and what
do you know...big boy Carl was over there with her. Right away I jumped on him
with the fullest intentions of kicking this fucker's ass into next week, but
everything went wrong. I got in a shot, and he got in a couple, but what I
wasn't counting on was Maryann hitting me with something from behind, knocking
me out cold then and there.

What happened then was really hard to swallow, and I'll never forget it. When I
woke up, I was tied up like this, and gagged with their socks. Carl taunted me
as they fucked on the bed, right there as I watched helpless. Right in front of
me.

They had kept me locked in this closet since, only to let me out once so that
she could show her irritating friend Susan and her boss Lynne from work.
Maryann had apparently promised Lynne unlimited access to do whatever she
wanted with me in exchange for a raise at her job, and Lynne eventually agreed.
I wasn't sure what was to become next as they locked me back inside the closet,
and its familiar darkness welcomed me.

"Awake?" Carl's voice said to me as the closet door swung open, blinding me
with the sudden rush of light my eyes were unaccustomed to. Carl laughed in my
face, pulling me out into the bedroom and dropping me onto the floor. My head
struck the floor, and though the carpet cushioned my fall somewhat, I was still
a bit dazed by it.

"Hey sweetie," Maryann said with a laugh. "Long time no see." Carl put his arm
around her, and they kissed passionately as I laid there recovering from my
fall.

"Do we really need to keep that thing around?" Carl asked, sounding as though
he had a bit of a bad taste in his mouth. "You've got me; I'm the better man,
and the better man won. He knows he's not shit to me."

"I know that," Maryann acknowledged. "But he's ours, Carl...we do what we want,
and he does what we tell him. Don't you think it's fun keeping him around?"
Carl didn't answer.

"Well, I'll get rid of him if you really want, baby," Maryann said to Carl. Get
rid of me? Were they talking about killing me??

"I think that would be a good idea," Carl agreed, looking down at me darkly.

"Lynne wants him," Maryann thought aloud. "We can just give him to her, and I
might get a better raise than the one she was originally going to give me. It's
worth a shot!" She made the phone call, and it wasn't thirty minutes before
Lynne showed up. Lynne was several years older than Maryann, though I didn't
know by how much. She was most likely in her mid to late thirties.

"Oh, boy," Lynne said, her eyes lighting up. "Mine, all mine." She looked to
Maryann and Carl, then back to me.

"For safety reasons, I don't want you awake on the trip to my house," she
added.

"No problem," I heard Carl say, and his boot connected with my head, sending me
reeling into unconsciousness.

Sometime later, I awoke in a cold bathtub, my body aching even more, if that
were possible. I was alone in here. My hands and feet were still securely tied,
and I couldn't move, but the gag was gone. I let out a sigh of relief. I still
felt like I was dying of thirst, and hunger now, as well.

I just stared up at the ceiling for now, helpless to do much more. The tiling
was white, and covered in brown speckles. Nothing extraordinary, so that made
lying in the bathtub just so much more uneventful.

"Awake finally." The voice startled me out of my uneventfulness, and I
recognized the voice as belonging to Lynne. She bent over me in the bathtub,
looking down at me.

"I've got you all to myself now," she said, rubbing my chest with both her
hands. One thing I figured, though, is that she couldn't be any worse than
Maryann and Carl. Those two had actually hated me, and had known only their
objective to desecrate me physically and emotionally.

"Something to drink," I whispered. Lynne smiled.

"Certainly, dear," she said. "Just remember...if you start shouting or yelling,
or I think you're making too much noise, I'm going to have to gag you again."
She walked over to the bathroom sink and picked up a glass, filling it with
water from the faucet. She returned a moment later to hold it to my lips, and I
drank greedily and thirstily, emptying it in no time. She refilled it three
more times for me, and finally I was satisfied. I was hungry, too, but I wasn't
pressing my luck.

"You'll need all the water you can get if you're going to give me a bath," she
said.

"Give you one?" I asked, confused. "What do you mean?" She laughed when I said
this.

"You're taking up my bath space," she told me. "Since I can't take one, you're
going to have to give me one." I couldn't think of anything to really say to
this, and she stood up and began undressing herself. I watched, wide eyed, and
she showed me everything. I could feel my rod beginning to rise, but I really
couldn't help it! Damn this lady turned me on!

She turned on the water at the sink, and picked up a bar of soap, beginning to
lather her body. I watched more or less drooling on myself as she did this,
covering herself from head to toe with Irish Spring.

"Here we go," she said, walking back over to the tub slowly. She climbed in,
and bent to position me on my knees. She was just like a goddess, standing over
me, and all I could really do was stare up at her.

"Well?" Lynne prompted. I just kept staring. "A bath...with your tongue, my
newly acquired bitch. Haven't you ever seen dogs do it? Start from the bottom
up. I don't want to see any soap left when you're through, by the way."

Her gaze locked with mine, and I lost the contest easily. I bent over as best I
could with my legs and arms still tied, and began licking her feet clean. She
held each foot up so I could lick the sole thoroughly, and it took a good while
just to remove it from the bottoms of her feet. This was going to take a while.
With the less-than-appealing taste combination of soap and Lynne's feet in my
mouth, I began working on the top of each foot. I ran my tongue over the smooth
skin, removing all traces of soap, and proceeded to suck each of her toes
clean. She kept wiggling her toes around in my mouth a lot, which only made it
harder, but finally I got the job done, and it was time to move upward.

I worked my way up each of her thighs slowly, and I couldn't help but notice
the remarkable silky smoothness. At least things were getting better! Aside
from the taste of the soap, it was actually starting to get enjoyable. As I
passed her knees, I grew more excited, knowing what was ahead. My penis was
pretty happy now, and it was only bound to get even more cheerful in the next
few minutes!

It was then that I came upon a great forest. Wow. And you wouldn't believe what
lived in there. I found myself sucking the soap from Lynne's bush as best I
could, and licking the soap from her pussy. I made sure to do a thorough job;
after all, this was probably harder than most of the other places, and I didn't
want to fail in my duties. Let it never be said that I don't finish anything!

Lynne let out a sigh of pleasure, but crouched down in front of me and
indicated that it was time to move on. I silently agreed by removing the soap
bubbles from her waist area, and her stomach. She giggled a bit as my tongue
played over her stomach, gathering up soap as it moved along.

I stopped for a second to think about what was going on. Was I insane? Were we
both insane? I had never done something like this before, nor been forced into
anything like this. Then again, the past few days had been really crazy, and I
would have never expected to end up like this. What could I expect for the
future?

I forgot about whatever it was I had let my mind wander to as I reached her
breasts. She wasn't huge, but she was big enough for me! I'm telling you, Irish
Spring never tasted so good. I slurped on her foamy tits for a while, moving in
circles around each nipple. Her nipples were quite hard; they even felt that
way in my mouth. I could have guessed that I wasn't the only one getting turned
on right now!

I was soon licking all the soap from her shoulders and neck. The neck reminded
me much of her legs...very smooth, and inviting. It was warm as well. It took a
while to get the soap out of her armpits, because she hadn't really shaved
them. She hadn't applied any of the soap to her face or hair, though, so I
didn't have to worry about that.

"You aren't through," Lynne said to me in a commanding tone, seeing that I had
stopped. She turned around, showing me her back and her ass, which were covered
in yet more of the soap. Her back took a long time, because it was such a large
area, but time seemed to pass relatively quickly, leaving me staring at her
ass, which was covered in soap suds.

I carefully moved my face into her ass, licking everything clean as quickly as
I could. I had never really licked anyone's ass before, and I found it
repulsive, but I wasn't sure what would happen to me if I didn't finish
everything. I hesitated once I reached her actual asshole.

"Well?" I heard her say, and this propelled me into reluctant action. My tongue
entered her anus, probing around, and removing any possible soap. It didn't
taste like there was much soap on it or in it, really, it just taste like I
would imagine shit tasting. And strangely enough, though I would never have
admitted it at the time, it was kind of a turn-on. Shit, Lynne had really made
me horny enough already, and she probably knew that.

"Ahh," she breathed, turning around. "That was nice. I'm going to enjoy keeping
you around for a long, long time." She paused then.

"I think you missed a spot," she said after a few seconds of silence. Before I
could say or ask anything, she answered my question for me. "My pussy." She
stood again, exposing it to me, and I dove right in. I don't think I recall
seeing any soap there, but I just took her word for it.

"Mmmmm, good boy," she said to me a while later, arranging me so that I was
lying down in the tub once again. Then she stood, and stepped out of the
bathtub leisurely. "I'll be back later. Don't go anywhere." I didn't really
have the opportunity to do otherwise, so I waited in the tub. Damn! My dick was
still hard, too, and really aching for the action that time forgot. I couldn't
even jerk myself off because I was tied up. I sighed, lying in the tub awaiting
Lynne's return.

After what seemed a couple of hours of lying in a bathtub, which made my back
stiff, Lynne walked back in with three other girls...two of which I recognized,
in fact. Maryann, her friend Susan, and a woman probably just a bit younger
than Lynne that I had never seen before.

"I've been hearing stories about you," Susan said to me, laughing. Lynne,
Maryann, and the other lady laughed as well.

"Allow me to introduce Mandy," Lynne introduced, indicating the person I didn't
know. "She works for me too, and I thought I would show her what Maryann gave
me today." Susan giggled a bit, though I'm not sure why.

"It's time you got out of this room," Lynne suggested, walking over to me.
Maryann, Susan, and Mandy helped her pick me up, and they carried me out of the
bathroom, down some stairs, and into what looked like the living room. They
forced me to my knees on the carpeted floor; Susan and Mandy proceeded to down
in some plush seats which near the coffee table. Lynne unzipped my pants, and
Maryann helped her pull them down to my ankles.

"What's going on?!" I protested. Neither of them answered; instead, Lynne
strapped on a dildo, and Maryann did the same shortly after. I gasped at the
size of them, and Maryann laughed as she saw my reaction.

"Please, no," I pleaded, as Lynne moved behind me, and I could feel her hot
breath on my skin.

"Or what?" she whispered in my ear. I didn't answer right away, and suddenly
she rammed her length into my anus, and my eyes watered as it stretched to make
way for her entrance.

"Suck it, baby," Maryann laughed as she entered my mouth, the dildo making its
way down my throat and causing me to gag. Maryann taunted me as she fucked my
face the whole time, and I thought she meant to choke me to death by the way
she was going about it.

"Now you know about us girls feel having to do it, don't you?" she asked, still
ramming her cock down my very throat at a steady pace. As I was forced to suck
it, I could still feel Lynne coming in from the back, probing deep into me, and
the pain had given way for a sort of numbness by now.

Mandy and Susan only watched, but I couldn't see them at this point. I
struggled to breathe through my nose, and I thought I was going to pass out at
any given moment, but I never quite did. This seemed to go on forever, but
eventually they let me slump to the floor in peace, after they had gotten
themselves off.

"All right," Lynne said to Susan and Mandy. "Your turn!"

And as I watched the other two girls get ready to have their fun with me, I
realized I was in for a very long night.

Mark's Story, Book Three: Susan by Jon Swass

What had started as a relationship with the girl I thought I once cared about
had turned into a nightmare. Here I was, a prisoner in the darkness of the
closet, my hands and feet securely bound so that I could not move. I was gagged
as well. I had only recently been returned to my home in this dark place after
being sexually used and tormented by her and her friends.

I wasn't sure how long it had been since I had found out my girlfriend Maryann
was cheating on me. Ex-girlfriend, that is. She had a new man now, Carl, and I
had found out about this to her shock. I made my way to her house when Carl was
over one night, but things had gone completely wrong. Just as I began to get
into it with Carl, Maryann hit me from behind with something and I was out like
a light.

I had woken to my surprise to find myself tied up, and gagged with their dirty
pairs of socks. I was forced to lay there helpless and watch them fuck, right
in front of me, and the experience more or less destroyed me there. I think
that was the point. Maryann's friend Susan, and her boss at work, Lynne, came
over to get in on the fun.

Maryann had given me to Lynne for a while, and I had been forced to serve her
needs for a short time. Maryann, Susan, and another woman, Mandy, made regular
visits to Lynne's house still, and I was abused and raped quite regularly by
all of them for their very amusement.

Lynne had grown tired of my presence there after a while, and had convinced
Maryann to take me back to her house. She did so reluctantly, as her new man
Carl wasn't so keen on the idea of my being there. I didn't want to stay a
captive forever, but I didn't want to end up dead, either. So far the hopes of
escape had been slim, but it was building on my mind with each passing day.
Someday someone would wonder what had happened to me, and some day I might have
a chance. Who knew.

"Rise and shine," Carl said, opening the closet door wide and blinding me with
the light that flooded in. He pulled me out of the closet and threw me against
the wall face first. My ears rang from the impact, and I buckled to the ground
in pain as Carl delivered a vicious punch to my lower left back. I heard
laughter in the background, and when I collapsed to the ground, I managed to
turn my head to see Susan and Mandy standing there. Where was Maryann?

I could not move to defend myself, and flinched as Carl hurled a punch toward
my face. I saw stars, and Carl proceeded to pound my face in while Susan and
Mandy watched on with amused expressions. After I was beaten to the point of
near unconsciousness, he stood up, backing away with a domineering laugh. He
put his arm around Mandy as he neared her, leaning near to give her a kiss.

What was this? Did Maryann know that they had something going on? Despite my
dazed condition, I was still aware of what was happening across the room, and
this struck me as a bit strange.

"Why not entertain ourselves since we bothered to drag him all the way out of
there?" Susan suggested with a smile. The bitch.

Susan and Carl proceeded to tear the tape away from my face, and I winced in
pain as yet more of my hair was torn away with it. Mandy pulled the filthy
socks from my mouth, and I immediately began sucking in air greedily through my
mouth.

"Don't start without me," Maryann called, walking into the room. Carl just
grinned as he reached up to cup his hands around her breasts, and she reached
down for his boxers. She pulled them down to reveal his large cock, and he
proceeded to undress her accordingly. I also noticed Mandy taking her own
clothes off.

"Let me go to the bathroom first, baby," Maryann said to Carl, and to my utter
astonishment, she walked over to me, crouching down to bring her pussy to my
lips. Without another word, she released a stream of light yellow piss which
streamed down my face on either side, as well as entering my mouth. I coughed
and sputtered, and everyone just laughed as I gurgled on her urine.

Carl pulled her onto the bed, and they began kissing deeply and passionately.
Mandy was on the bed as well by this point, taking Carl's increasingly
stiffening penis in her mouth. It was a lot for her to handle, but she still
managed to take the entire length down her throat, and began sucking away to
Carl's pleasure.

The flavor of Maryann's piss was still ripe in my mouth, but I had rid myself
of enough of it to come to the realization that I was no longer gagged. It
never hurt to try, I thought to myself.

"Help me!!!" I screamed as loud as my voice would allow. This momentarily
distracted Carl and Maryann, who both glanced over at me in agitation.

"He's gonna pay for that," Carl murmured, resuming sucking on Maryann's tits.
She giggled, holding him to her with both hands in his hair.

"Shut up," Susan ordered me, slapping the shit out of me. She followed it with
an even harder slap, which stung like hell. She giggled at my reaction,
slapping me again, yet harder, and following it with a punch to my face which
rocked my head to the side and jarred my teeth. My eyes watered, and Susan's
assault only increased in brutality. The sadistic bitch actually seemed to be
getting off on this...

On the bed Maryann was giving Carl a blowjob, as he was eating away at Mandy's
bushy pussy. She gasped and moaned, writhing as Carl ate her alive for what
seemed forever. Carl's dick left Maryann's mouth, as she moved up to kiss him
again, the taste of his cock mingling with the flavor of Mandy's pussy juices.

Carl slipped his rock-hardness into Maryann's pussy now, pumping in and out
slowly. It almost seemed unreal that this same girl, Maryann, had once been
mine, and it almost seemed like I was a different person then. I watched,
somewhat detached, hanging onto consciousness by a thread, as Susan's spell of
violence had subsided.

Susan leaned down near to me, kissing me forcefully. Her tongue made its way
down my throat, and my hatred for her only grew with each passing second. I was
vaguely aware of Carl, Maryann, and Mandy's threesome on the bed out of the
corner of my eye, as Susan proceeded to more or less make out with me by force.

"Watch out, Suz!" Carl called, and Susan backed away from me just in time for
me to see Carl climb down from the bed, spewing his sticky juice straight
toward my face! I managed to close my mouth just in time, and it shot all over
my face, to the amusement of everyone else in the room.

"I'm kind of glad we kept him around," Maryann commented. "He's always good for
a laugh."

Things continued like this for a while. I lost track of time, but it seems like
almost a week passed, every day dedicated to my further suffering and
humiliation. I was given water occasionally, and rarely ever fed, and I was in
a constantly deteriorating physical condition. I wasn't sure how much longer I
could take this, but still they kept me alive to endure it.

At about that time, Carl and Maryann were leaving town for a whole month, but I
was left in the dark as to why. All I really knew was that they were gone for
the time being, leaving me with only Susan to watch over me, and occasionally
she was joined by Mandy.

I hated Susan, and she knew it. I hated her with a passion, and this only
fuelled her on.

Whenever Susan came back from work, she made me lick her dirty feet clean. This
became a daily chore, which practically broke what little willpower I had left.
If I didn't do a good enough job, she slapped me around, hard, and would never
stop until I either cried or begged her for another chance.

Some days I had to lick Mandy's feet clean too, but Mandy didn't have nearly so
much power over me as Susan did. I made an effort to resist once, but I only
suffered even more for it.

"Are you going to wash her feet or does she have to shove them down your
throat?!" Susan said to me threateningly. I didn't respond quickly enough, and
Susan punched me, drawing blood. She continued, eventually beating me into
unconsciousness.

Sure enough, I woke up with Mandy's foot in my mouth, practically gagging as
her toes tickled the back of my throat. I could do little else but lie there
with the length of her left foot in my mouth, as I was made to suck on it until
eventually she fell asleep. As Mandy snored away, I was too securely bound to
move myself or try to work her foot out in any way, so I just laid there
looking stupid for the next couple of hours, struggling not to choke on her
foot, and feeling nauseous as I knew I would never be able to get the taste
out.

There was another day when I pissed Susan off to the point of doing something
unimaginable. I can't say that I've experienced such a thing any other time in
my life, and it's hard to recount what exactly led up to it, or much of the
experience itself, but I couldn't possibly forget.

"You don't understand what I can do to you, do you, little boy?!" Susan
practically shouted at me as she kicked me in the ribs. I cried out from the
pain, and Susan bent over to grab my hair and yank my head up.

"Ever hear the expression 'eat shit and die', Mark?" she asked me with a
malicious gleam in her eye. "Let's find out if it works, you pathetic waste of
life." She unbuttoned her pants, and pulled them down to reveal her black
panties, which I could almost see through. It didn't really matter if I could
or not, though, because she pulled them off too.

"That's right," Susan said to me. "You're going to eat my shit." I stared in a
daze, growing more and more confused as fear also began to eat at my stomach.
She couldn't be serious. Please...it couldn't be happening...not to me...

But it was all too real. I remember Susan's ass touching my face, as her cheeks
spread a bit wider to reveal the inevitable brown hole. I smelled shit, and it
made me feel even more sick than I already was. I had no idea what she would do
to me if I puked now, but I was sure it wouldn't be good.

"Suppertime, you lousy fuck," Susan said. "And if you don't eat it all, don't
expect to see morning." What?! I couldn't believe it. Susan was actually making
mention of...ending my life?

It was then that it began. Gobs of brown shit escaped her asshole to fill my
mouth, and I had to gulp down Susan's shit to make room for more as it kept on
coming. Susan, the bitch I hated more than anyone else, possibly even Maryann,
and here I was, gulping down her shit, like I was her personal toilet now.
Eventually it ended, but I don't know how long she made me do this exactly.
After I was done I had to lick her ass clean.

"Want some dessert?" Susan said to me, smiling sweetly as she pulled up her
pants while looking down at me, and I saw in those eyes no respect for me as a
human being whatsoever.

Eventually I broke completely. I lived in fear of Susan, and though I hated her
so much that it tore away at me inside. I did anything I could to keep her
happy. I was like her dog now. I might as well have been.

Carl and Maryann returned one day, and I wasn't sure what to expect. It was
only a short time later that I found out I was to be Susan's property from now
on, as Carl and Maryann were prepared to get on with their lives...without me
around.

I was brutally beaten, and taken to Susan's house, where I remained, and still
I remain, living my miserable existence for her only. I don't know how much
longer I'll be alive, but by now I've given up hope of anyone ever finding me.
Every day it gets worse, and as much as I hate her more than anyone or anything
else, ever, my life is completely in her hands.

I've given up, and there's really nothing more. Susan is my goddess; she has
full control over my life, and only she knows what is in store for me for the
rest of my numbered days.

JonSwass@hotmail.com

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