Enslaved: Chapter 3
I had spent the rest of that weekend in a daze. Saturday afternoon when I got
home, I immediately took off the clothes Gloria had sent me away in, and threw
them into the garbage in the garage. I tried to sleep. Although I had not slept
in a day and a half, I was still to upset. I wandered around the house, but
couldn't seem to sit down. About 6:30 I ran some water for a bath. As I lay
there I began to relax. When I moved I realized how sore I was. I think it was
then that the shock wore off and the full import of what had happened hit me. I
had been raped, not just raped but gang-raped. Not by strangers in some alley,
but by friends, and neighbors, less than two blocks from my home.
Not knowing where to turn, or what to do I moved from the tub to my bed and
eventually drifted off to sleep. When I woke up Sunday I was still in kind of a
funk. It was a cold clear day and I forced myself to clean up around the house,
etc. in preparation for my families return from Tom's parents. I thought about
Friday night. That was the first time I had had sex with anyone other than my
husband. I was ashamed to admit it but the worst part was the humiliation. The
sex with the men had been degrading but... When Tom and the kids got there I
tried to act cheerful and welcome them back. Karen immediately stated that she
was going to run over to see Pete. I lost control. I yelled at her, told her
that she was not going anywhere. Everyone stared at me, Karen looked shocked but
said nothing.
Tom took me aside and asked me if I was alright. I said yes, there was nothing
wrong. He went over to Karen and told her to wait until after dinner to leave.
While she was gone I was scared silly. What would she find out over there? I did
not know at the time if Pete or Chris knew what had happened to me, it was so
crazy I did not know what to think.
The next few days went slowly. Tom repeatedly asked me what was wrong but I
could not tell him. He could never understand. I know I was acting strangely but
could not help myself. We tried to make love several times. Each time Tom would
try to approach me I kept thinking about that Friday night. The one time we did
make love I remember comparing his lovemaking to Craig's brutal intercourse. I
didn't enjoy Tom that night at all. It was so cold so dispassionate, I think Tom
finally got the message. 10 days later, about 7:00 one night I came down stairs
and heard people talking in the living room. "What happened last weekend, she
hasn't been the same since?" There was an edge on Tom's voice when he spoke.
"She seemed all right Friday night when she left". That was Dave speaking,
Gloria spoke up. "Steve and Marie Daniels left with her, they were going to drop
her off since it was pretty late. I talked to Marie last week and she didn't
mention anything". "Why don't we all get together Saturday? Maybe she's just
depressed and a little get together will cheer her up." Tom agreed that that
might be a good idea. Gloria mentioned that she would try and invite a few other
people and would talk to Tom later in the week to set it up. I realized that if
someone saw me standing here they would notice that I had been eavesdropping. I
went on down into the living room. Gloria and Dave were there with Tom. Gloria
smiled warmly and mentioned that since she hadn't heard from me in a while they
thought they would stop by. I mumbled hello, and sat next to Tom. We sat and
talked for about 45 minutes. Everything seemed so, so... normal. After they left
I wondered if that night had really happened. I wanted to forget and they acted
as if nothing had changed.
I tried to talk Tom out of going but he was adamant. Saturday morning came and I
saw that I had no choice. I pretended to be sick, and that was not far from the
truth but the kids were eager to leave and Tom seemed intent on dragging me
there. I put on some jeans and a blouse and we left to walk over there. As we
walked down the street I took stock of my family. Tom was 36, a fairly
successful attorney and his practice was just beginning to come into its own.
After some hard years it looked like he was in the process of becoming one of
the most prominent local attorneys. He was 5'10", 175 lbs and stayed in great
shape. I was extremely proud of him. When I married him I had misgivings. He was
a wonderful person, extremely dependable and I knew he could take care of me but
he was a little to staid, to damn dependable. I realized as I looked at him that
I had made the right choice. I cared for him deeply and he was a wonderful
husband and father. I looked at Karen my 14 year old. She was a sophomore in
high school, well behaved and normally easy to handle. Many of my friends envied
me because Karen and I seemed to have so few problems. Her figure had been
developing faster than I wanted to see though, I worried about her. She went out
with Pete, Gloria's 16 year old and I felt that he was to wild for her. Scott my
12 year old was skinny as a beanpole, a little awkward but he was moving out of
the awkward stage and I was quite proud of him. Linda our youngest was 11, she
was a little monster, I loved her dearly though, she was my favorite. Tom
accused me of spoiling her. All in all I was extremely proud of my family.
I looked up and saw that we had almost reached Gloria's house. I was a little
nervous but Tom had told me that we could leave after a little if I still didn't
feel better. If he only knew!!! Dave met us at the door. Behind him stood Mona
who had been Karen and Scott's 5th grade teacher. I heard voices in the living
room and I saw Phil, Gloria's brother and a young women I didn't know. While
Dave introduced me to Phil and his date (Denise). Mona took Tom off to the side
and they appeared to be engaged in an earnest discussion. The kids disappeared
upstairs. I realized that I was the only woman not wearing a skirt or a dress.
Gloria came out of the kitchen, welcomed us and asked if Mona or I could give
her a hand in the kitchen for a moment. Mona grabbed my hand and almost dragged
me into the kitchen. Once there she placed her hand over my mouth while Gloria
picked up a cup of some bright red sauce and splashed it on my white blouse.
Gloria spoke loudly, "I'm terribly sorry". She went on for a moment while Mona
relaxed her grip but kept a hand on my arm and quietly said. "Cooperate with me
Joan and today will be fairly easy for you." Before I could answer Mona pulled
me out of the kitchen, I tried to look embarrassed, not scared. I knew somehow
that that was how they wanted me to act while Gloria announced how clumsy she
was. Mona offered to take me home to change clothes, while Gloria continued to
act sympathetic and apologize. The show was clearly for Tom's benefit. I
understood from the pressure of Mona's fingers that I was to accept her offer. I
did.
She drove me the 2 blocks to my home silently. I asked her what was going on,
for a moment I was outraged but when she offered to take me back and allow
Gloria to tell Tom what I had really done 2 weeks earlier I became a little
scared (terrified) and went along with her. She pulled up into my driveway, I
got out and began walking towards the back door. She stopped me. "When you enter
a home alone you will use the back door, when you are with someone else, you
will ensure that they at least use the front". I looked at her as if to ask what
in the world but thought better of it. She went up the stairs and straight into
my bedroom. I watched her as she went through my closet. She was tall about
5'8", blonde hair, blue eyes, single and about 31 or 32 years old. She had a
good body and as I remembered she had always liked to flaunt it. She was wearing
a long black skirt, but it was slit to mid thigh. I had seen when we had walked
into Gloria's home that Tom had noticed her. I had felt a tinge of jealousy.
After going through my closet for a moment she turned to me and told me to get
out all my skirts, pumps or heels, tan or flesh covered panty hose, and
sweaters. She would choose what I was to wear. I complied with her demand. As I
bent down to get out my shoes I bumped into her. She grabbed my hair and slapped
me twice across the face. She didn't hit me hard but I was shocked. Tears rolled
down my face. "Hurry up, if we don't get back in a few minutes Gloria will be
getting out the picture album she created for you last week and showing Tom and
your kids what a good show you put on."
After I had lain everything out she picked out 2 pair of shoes, plain black
pumps and plain white ones, several pair of panty hose and a sweater. She made
me try on several skirts. Finally she made me put on the black pumps, panty
hose, a knee length black skirt and a red turtle neck. She put several skirts,
the white pumps and some panty hose into a shopping bag. As she turned to go
almost as an afterthought she told me to show her what kind of sweaters Karen
had. She picked out a sweater that I had given Karen for her birthday, a
beautiful white angora sweater. She placed that in her shopping bag and we left.
When we got back they were all sitting down to dinner. Gloria sat Tom down at
one table and Mona quickly grabbed the empty seat to his right. I felt Phil's
hand guide me to a seat at the other table. I looked over at Tom, he smiled at
me and started to say something. Right about then Mona placed her hand on his
arm and he turned to talk to her. I sat down between Phil and Denise. I wasn't
very hungry. I picked at my food. Phil tried to make small talk and so did
Denise. About halfway through the dinner I felt Phil's hand on my leg. He
started at the knee and slid his hand between my skirt and leg. While smiling at
my daughter and asking her about a party she had gone to with Pete he fondled my
thigh up to my panties. We both acted as if nothing was happening. Denise looked
at him and in a very sotto voice, told him to "leave her alone,... for now" they
both laughed at that and after that they pretty much ignored me.
After dinner Gloria grabbed me and guided me into the kitchen. I could hear Tom
talking to Phil and Mona just outside the door. She told me that Dave had
something to show me. He came up from the basement and motioned for me to follow
him down. I went down behind him, upstairs I could hear the voices of the
others. He took me to the corner where I had spent the night 2 weeks earlier.
There was a blanket covering one wall. He removed it, underneath there were
dozens of pictures. They were all of me, in the various stages of undress that I
had been forced to parade around in that night. In the center there was a large
color photo of me, topless, on my knees, with my left hand around an erect
penis, no more than 3 inches from my face. Cum was dripping off my face and
hand. My wedding ring could be clearly seen underneath. It looked as if I was
smiling. Next to that one there was a shot of me wearing panties, pantyhose,
black heels, and nothing else. I was kneeling in the living room while 6 or 7
people sat on the couches ignoring me. "Joan if you will cooperate today we
won't show these pictures to Tom. If at any time you cause any trouble though,
he will get the same tour that you received." Numbly I turned away. I started to
cry.
"If he sees something is wrong, we will have to assume you are not cooperating.
I will leave you alone here for a few moments but we will be expecting you
upstairs." He smiled at me, and reached down and raised my skirt. He looked at
my legs for a moment, as if to show me that he had that power. He dropped my
skirt and left the basement without speaking again.
After several minutes I turned and walked up the stairs.
