Enslaved: Chapter 2
When I awoke I was spreadeagled on my back on the coffee table, feet tied, each
to a leg, arms held back over my head by Paula and Jan, and was surrounded by
the guests, Gloria was slapping my face. When I opened my eyes she smiled "she's
ready now" Craig was standing at my feet. His wife ritualistically unbuttoned
his trousers and pulled them down. She caressed his penis but it was throbbing,
he didn't need much help. When he entered me it was rough. I screamed into the
gag and everyone broke into hysterical laughter. Craig even stopped and smiled,
but not for long. He had intercourse with me more roughly than I ever imagined
possible. Each stroke seemed to burn itself into my insides. I looked up once
into his eyes and saw a terrible fury there. When he was done He pulled out and
stood up, He moved to the head of the table and stood over me his penis dripping
into my face. He put one foot on the table next to my face and motioned Paula
and Jan to pose on either side of him like a champion race car driver being
congratulated after a victory while his wife took several snapshots. They also
each put a leg up on the table, their nyloned legs flanking him as Marion took
the shots. I tried to cover up, Jan grabbed an arm and I was jerked back into a
helpless position. After Craig, the other men began taking turns on me. They
blanked into one another I was only semi-aware when one was done and another
started.
Again I blacked out. I was thinking about Tom and Karen my 14 year old, (and
Pete's girlfriend). I imagined myself with them on the beach during our last
vacation. I was warm and comfortable. In my dream I was warm and comfortable, I
thought I saw my son coming towards me with a cold coke. He threatened to pour
it on me. I awoke with a start to look up into Steve's face as he rubbed a cold
bottle of beer against my crotch. Things were quieter, the lights had been
turned off in this end of the room, there were several candles lit.
I was no longer gagged nor held down. Steve helped untie my ankles and his wife
Marie gently guided me to a couch. I noticed that most of the guests were gone,
there were several couples sitting at the other end of the room talking with
Gloria and Dave but they paid us no attention. Marie helped me gather my shoes,
panty hose, bra and what was left of my blouse. My panties were nowhere to be
found. I put on my panty hose and with Marie's help my shoes and skirt. Steve
was still holding my blouse and bra. Gloria noticed something and walked down to
our end of the room. "Steve let me help you with that stuff, It's not fit for
Joan to wear anymore so let's just chuck it". With that Steve frowned but handed
her the clothing and she tossed it into the fireplace where it disappeared in a
temporary resurgence of the dying fire. Marie and Steve both looked a little
sympathetic, they sat on the couch on either side of me. They were both quite
gentle, and after the last hours I clung to that. The room was warm but I was
still shaking uncontrollably. Steve held me to stop my shaking. For the first
time I could remember I stopped sobbing. I didn't resist when Steve cupped one
breast. He was gentle and I felt a little safer being held. Marie spoke up. "I
saved your wedding ring for you, want it back? Of course,... listen though Steve
has a fantasy about this, would you be willing to help him live it? It's a lot
easier than what you've already been through tonight". I nodded agreement
silently. I knew I had no choice and I was more comfortable here than I would
have been if Gloria noticed me again. And they were so kind, I wanted to
preserve that desperately.
Steve reached for my hand and held it while Marie slipped the ring on my ring
finger. Steve unzipped his pants and motioned for me to pull his member out. I
hesitated but when Marie started to move I reached for it. I took it out, It was
hard almost immediately. Marie guided me to the floor in front of Steve where I
knelt. She pushed my Face down into his crotch and I understood I was to take it
in my mouth. I gagged but did it. After a few moments she pulled my head back
and told me that if I wanted to I could just use my hand but I would have to let
him come in my face. Dumbly I cooperated. I was in a kind of shock. Every time I
tried to use my right hand she stopped me, I was to only use my left. When he
came he spurted in my face and on my hand which went up to protect my eyes. He
came a lot, it was warm and felt smooth against my skin.
Flash bulbs popped. I looked left and there were Paula and Gloria both recording
this moment for posterity. Me topless, on my knees, Steve's cock in my face and
cum dripping off my face and hand (later I was to learn that it was dripping off
my ring, that was the object of the exercise). When Steve finished cumming,
Marie wiped his cock off with my other hand and replaced it in his pants. They
both got up as if I wasn't even there and joined the other group. I heard a long
burst of hysterical laughter. Gloria spoke up as they left. "Get on your feet
and bring us some wine, and see if anyone wants any dessert." I complied, it
didn't seem like there was anything else to do at the time.
It was about 2:00 AM by then. I served dessert and a little wine to the
remaining guests. I was directed to again remove my skirt and kneel on the floor
under the lamp where they could all see me, until I was needed. I complied. I
tried not to look into anyone's eyes, I was sobbing again but afraid of making
too much noise. At one point Gloria got up and threw my skirt into the fire, she
also grabbed the arm that I was using to cover my breasts and jerked away.
"Don't you dare cover up". After that they mostly ignored me in the conversation
but would occasionally give me a look of disgust to insure I was aware of my
condition.
For awhile I knelt there, leaning back fully exposing my breasts to avoid
Gloria's wrath. I was thinking back through my entire relationship with Gloria
and Dave. I had never seen anything remotely comparing to their treatment of me
tonight. I had felt that Gloria was occasionally unnecessarily snappish with me,
even rude, but she had always seemed to be a fairly reliable friend. I had
confided in her about marital problems etc. and she in me. Her cruelty shocked
me as did her blatant enjoyment of my subjugation. I thought about Jan. She had
always been a good friend. She was what men call a doll, small, excellent
figure, pretty face, dark complexion, attracted men like flies but seemed to
ignore them.
Tonight she was acting extremely provocative, enjoying egging the men on, and
directing their energies towards me. She also enjoyed my subjugation. I never
even imagined that she could act like this.
About 3:30 Paula got up to leave and Gloria told me to help her with her coat.
Standing there in the hallway Paula smiled and cruelly told me that "I have
really enjoyed the evening, haven't you?" She laughed and told me that she had
made a deal with Gloria, and I was the deal. I would be hearing from her later
in the week, and if I valued my family I would cooperate. She pulled my necklace
out of her pocket and told me she would get it fixed. Maybe I could borrow it
sometime... with that she stepped out the door and I was left alone in the
hallway. Dave came out and guided me to the basement, he pointed to a pile of
blankets and said Gloria would be down in the morning. I heard that door shut
and the lock click into place. Alone in the dark, I sobbed myself through the
night but didn't sleep. I relived the experience countless times. Was it real?
Why? Why? Why? How could I face the people I knew. How could I face Gloria and
Dave, and the others I knew I might see again?
About 12 hours later The door opened and the bright light caused me to squint in
pain. Gloria came down carrying some clothing which she dumped at my feet. "Get
up!! Joan I'm not going to waste time with unnecessary threats. Suffice to say
that I have affidavits from everyone who was here last night that you got drunk
and made a fool of yourself. You made passes at every man and when they were
done you were begging for more. I have pictures that would ruin your marriage
for ever. And finally if you don't want me to include Karen in our next Soiree,
you will do as you are told. I do require you to sign two papers and then I am
going to let you go. I know you won't be stupid enough to fight this but just in
case."
I looked at the papers. One said something to the effect that I had agreed to
"sell my body" for $65.00. I agreed to serve as the entertainment at an "adult"
party with the understanding that providing sexual favors would be part of the
deal. She had me write my age, name, and measurements on the form in my own
handwriting. She also had me write that I would gladly perform fellatio and have
intercourse with whomsoever desired it at this party. And that I understood that
although such an agreement was illegal it would suffice to prove the
voluntariness of any sexual activity. I managed to maintain my composure and
although I shook, I wrote what she wanted. After I had written what she had
originally ordered, she smiled and said let's improve this, "write that you are
married and you know Tom your husband would die if he knew what you had done, so
you asked your husband to leave you alone for the weekend." Finally she had me
write a note to Tom on the back of the contract. "Tom I decided to see what the
rest of the world was like. I enjoyed what the 11 guys at that party did to me.
Ask Gloria for some snapshots." I complied. Gloria told me she was sure that she
would never have to use this paper.
The other form was a model release which covered the entire night. It
specifically mentioned that the photos were nude, I had posed voluntarily and
that I assigned to Gloria the rights to do what she desired with them including
publication. The total helplessness of the situation got to me. I broke into
tears.
"Joan if you don't sign this in about 3 seconds you will lose the chance and I
will have to protect myself in a less genteel fashion". I wasn't sure what she
meant but decided that I had nothing to lose by signing the forms. I did and she
left.
Strangely she looked at me with almost friendliness in her eyes and said gently,
"Joan things have changed, but you're going to be all right. If you continue to
do what you're told, we will take care of you." As she climbed the stairs out of
the basement she left the basement door open and opened the back door of her
home. I was looking directly outside.
I stepped out of the light and dressed. She had chosen the clothes to humiliate
me. There was no bra or panties, the sweater was her daughters, and about 3
sizes too small. The shoes were mine, the pantyhose mine (it had been washed)
but the skirt was again Chris'. In addition to being too tight it was so short I
was afraid to walk, if I took too long a step I felt I would be exposing myself
to the world. But I did put it on and stepped out the door to freedom.
Walking down the street to my home I reflected on the evening. And Gloria's
cryptic final remarks, she couldn't think she could do this to me again? I
looked down at what I was wearing and realized that she might be able to do what
she wanted. That was a chilling thought. I knew I could never go to the police.
There was a real possibility that even if they believed my story, that Gloria
could indeed ruin my life and my families'. I passed by a moving van, people
were just moving into the home. Three guys stood on the steps. I heard a loud
whistle, and another. Realizing they were for me I smiled involuntarily but
stepped up my pace. I felt embarrassed but flattered. I looked up into the
November sky. It was the deepest blue and the brightest sunlight that I had seen
in a long time...
