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Archive-title: Tale of a Bored Housewife

    It was a cool gray, November afternoon.  I was walking

down the quiet, suburban street I lived on, on the way to

Gloria's house.  It was fairly windy, a gust whipped up and I

had to reach down to hold my skirt.  I suppose my modesty

wasn't really in jeopardy but the skirt was considerably

shorter than what I was accustomed to wearing.

    Gloria had asked me to assist her with a party she was

throwing for Dave's boss.  He had just started a new job she

really wanted to impress him.   Part of his new

responsibilities included entertaining customers.  She was

going to hire several college girls to serve food and drinks

but she suggested that maybe I would want to help and in

return she would forget the $65.00 I had borrowed earlier

that month.  I readily agreed, the party sounded like fun.

Gloria thought about renting maids uniforms for us but

decided against it, she then asked us to all wear matching

skirts and blouses.

    She had called me earlier in the week and told me that

mine was almost ready, I had gone over to her place to try

the skirt on.  I was uncomfortable with how short it was but

she laughed it off, reminding me that I was about 20 years

behind the times.  I didn't want to appear too prudish, I

didn't know any of these people and wouldn't be the only

one dressed like this, besides it was no worse than what many

other women were wearing these days; so I agreed to wear it.

I had to admit the outfit didn't look too bad on me, a red

and black checked skirt, white blouse, red scarf, black high

heels and suntan panty hose.  It may have looked all right

but it wasn't designed to protect me from the November gusts

I shivered and hurried along the sidewalk.

    Gloria met me at the door, she laughed and asked me if it

was going to snow.  We stood on the porch and discussed the

overcast weather for a moment, until she noticed me

shivering.  We stepped inside to begin preparations for the

evening.  Gloria was busy on the phone so I did most of the

straightening up, setting up the buffet, etc.  About 5:00, a

pretty young girl came to the door wearing the same outfit I

was in.  We introduced each other; Paula was to help me

serve.  She seemed nice, pert, maybe a little impertinent but

friendly enough and I had to admit in that outfit with her

figure, she looked smashing.  She told me she was a 19 year

old student at a nearby JC.  I said goodbye to Pete and

Chris, Gloria's kids, 16 and 14 respectively.  They were

going to their own party that night, so they wouldn't be

disturbed by ours.  They were actually the reason for my

friendship with Gloria; Chris was my daughter Karen's best

friend.  And Pete was Karen's boyfriend.  He had always

scared me, I thought he might be too "mature" for her, but

what could I do?

    Gloria came down about 7:30.  Dave had just gotten home

and the guests had just started arriving.  Mostly couples,

mid twenties to early forties, they were quite well dressed.

There were about 25 people in all, including Paula and I.  I

was introduced to most of the guests and was flattered by the

interest all took in me although a little uncomfortable.  The

women were less friendly, maybe even condescending.  It seems

that Gloria had mentioned something about me to most of them.

I was involved in putting away the guests' coats and serving

drinks.  At one point I walked by the kitchen and heard

Gloria on the phone.  Something caught my attention and I

froze, listening to the conversation......"36 years old,

married, 3 kids, 5'6", 120lbs, green eyes, brown hair, has no

idea what's going on.  This bitch has never even thought

about anyone other than her husband."

  At that the party on the other end must have said

something, for Gloria was silent.  I was dumbfounded, she

couldn't be talking about me??

    About this time she looked up and noticed me standing

there.  She looked startled but recovered well, "what are you

doing?  Dammit Joan this is personal I'd appreciate it

if"........I turned and went back into the living room; the

incident seemed strange but I really didn't think it was

important, I could confront her later.  I didn't think she

really had been talking about me.

      I went into the living room, it was quite large, with a

fireplace in the center.  They had used furniture to divide

it into two "rooms"; a family room and a more formal living

room.  I went to the buffet table set up in the ajoining

dining room and started helping  Paula serve.  Occasionally

one of us would carry around a tray of drinks.  I began to

feel slightly uncomfortable, out of place.  There was an air

of excitement in the room but whenever I got near enough to a

group to hear or join in the conversation it seemed to die;

sudden pauses, pregnant silences etc.  This happened several

times and I was wondering what was going on.  Paula seemed to

fit right in though.  When she brought around a tray I saw

her laughing with the main group.  One of the men put his

arm around in a manner that suggested they had not just met.

Several of them including Paula looked over in my direction

as if appraising me, then Paula returned and offered to

relieve me for a while.  This went on until about 9:30.

    Dave came over and took my arm, "there's someone I want

you to meet".  He introduced me to Craig, his boss, and Phil,

Gloria's brother.  Both men seemed seriously interested in my

life, my family, job etc. and were really probing me for

details.  This seemed strange too but a welcome relief from

the alienation I had been feeling up to this point.  I took a

glass of wine and began to loosen up.

    About half an hour later Gloria gathered all the guests

back into the living room, saying "it's time folks".

Everyone seemed quite excited at this and I wondered, "what

in the world".........I was on my 2nd glass of wine, (I never

drink), and slightly lightheaded. Phil gently took it out of

my hands, took my arm firmly and guided me to the living

room.  The chairs and couches had been rearranged in a semi

circle in front of the fireplace.  In the center a long low

coffee table had been placed.  The guests were seated or

standing around the table.  Phil guided me to the front, I

was confused but held his arm.  Gloria stood in front of the

table facing everyone.

    "This is something I have been looking forward to for a

while.  Joan has been interested in Indian rights for some

time.  She doesn't know it but tonight she is going to help

collect money for the cause". There was a general outbreak of

laughter at that.  I decided that I would prefer to be

standing in the back and started to move but found my arms

suddenly grabbed.  I froze.  "Bring her up here", Gloria

commanded. Paula and Jan (a friend of mine from Garden Club)

each took one arm and pulled me up on the coffee table, I

resisted but not too hard, not knowing what was coming.  I

was turned so that I faced the group, my arms still held, and

my hair wrapped around Paula's hand,  she forced my head so I

had to face the group.

    Gloria smiled at me and told me to relax, "this won't be

too bad we're just going to auction off some clothing".  The

room erupted with laughter.  I was numb, too shocked to

scream.  Gloria stood next to the table "what do I hear for

her scarf?"; some one offered $1.00, another $2.00, the

bidding went up to $5.00.  At that time Gloria accepted the

bid, and reached for me, ripping the scarf from around my

neck.  I screamed, a hand was clamped around my face.  The

scarf was forced into my mouth filling it completely and with

my arms held I couldn't get it out.  People started to sit

down, they all appeared to know what was going to happen.

"Next up, her blouse".  There was some cursory bidding,

Gloria backed up close to the table, I saw the opportunity

and tried to kick her.  That was a mistake.  Phil and Craig

grabbed both legs.  They each took hold of an ankle.  In

addition they rubbed their hands up and down my thighs and up

under my skirt, much to the amusement of the other guests.  I

was sobbing in my humiliation but there was no escape.

    After a little more bidding my blouse was removed.  Phil

won the bidding and took it off himself.  They bent me over a

little so that his face was level with mine.  He reached out

and ripped my blouse down the front, he jerked my arms out, I

tried to cover up but Jan twisted my arm until I gagged.  I

relaxed and they straightened me back up.  I was held there,

up on the table with just my bra on.  I went blank for a

moment, the only other man who had ever seen me like this was

Tom.........  I never in my worst dreams imagined this could

ever happen.  Paula fingered a gold chain I was wearing.  It

had a diamond pendant.  Tom had given it to me for our 12th

wedding anniversary.  It was sold for $5.00.  It was ripped

off my neck, the chain  breaking at the clasp, and ripping my

neck.  Gloria told Paula to hold up my ring finger so my

wedding band could be examined, "she won't be needing that

tonight".  It went for a few dollars.  I was still kind of in

shock, I was sobbing but was still unbelieving.  These things

really don't happen.  Again Gloria stepped up.  She reached

out and snapped the strap on my bra.  "What do I hear for

this fine Maiden Form Brassiere?"....  The other guests all

laughed at her sarcasm, they talked among themselves but most

of the attention was riveted on me.  The bidding went on.  My

bra was sold for $20.00.  Gloria didn't make any move to

remove it though, I was shaking like a leaf, what next?

"Whoever correctly guesses what size this item of clothing is

shall have the privilege of removing it, however an incorrect

guess costs $5.00".  She reached back and looked at the tag

and laughed, "not bad, who's your plastic surgeon?".  I was

turned and poked by several guys "so they could have a

fightin' chance of guessing right".  Several people tried

guessing, on the third guess Steve's wife Marie said 36D, and

Gloria smiled...."we have a winner".  Marie "graciously

allowed" Steve to remove the bra.  He took his time.  He

poked, rubbed and fondled me to the delight of the crowd for

about five minutes.  I had lost control by then, sobbing

hysterically.  Finally He removed it, and his hands.

    I had noticed earlier that several people had brought

camera's with them, now it appeared that everyone had.  I was

turned and twisted to pose for these people, my hair

practically ripped out of my head to force me to look into

the cameras.  Paula reached down, still holding one arm and

ripped my skirt up to my waist, flashbulbs popped.  They

didn't bother with the formality of auctioning my skirt, it

disappeared in a frenzy.  I passed out.

    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 disappearred 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 desparately.

    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.  Everytime 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.

    Flashbulbs 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 anyones' 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 snippish 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

whosoever desired at this party.  And that I  understood that

although such an agreement was illegal it would  suffice to

prove the voluntariness of any sexual activety.  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................

    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 than

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 allright.  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 adament.

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 sophmore 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.  "Co-operate 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


    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 begain 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 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 my 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.

     I numbly reached for the door handle, I was going to

just leave, nothing could be worse than staying.  Gloria was

standing right outside the door.  She smiled and told me that

she thought I might try and leave, but it would be easier if

I stayed.  If I left she and Mona would have to show Tom what

a "slut he had married."  After she and Mona finished talking

to Tom I could never go home again.  If I continued to

cooperate I would only suffer momentary embarrassment.  I was

repulsed at what she considered "momentary embarrassment" but

knew that I had no choice.  We went inside.  Most everyone

was in the living room.  Tom was there with Mona.  He looked

up at me.  "How are you feeling?"  "Better I lied".  Gloria

told Tom that she wanted to show me her new crafts room.  He

laughed and told me to have fun.  Gloria guided me up the

stairs.  We went up into what had been the attic.  It had

been remodeled for her to use for her hobbies.  (I was soon

to learn that I was a hobby).  Once there Denise soon joined

us.  Phil was right behind her.  "Shall we get started?"

Gloria asked sarcastically.  Phil grabbed my arms while

Gloria and Denise pulled my sweater off.  As soon as my arms

slipped through the sleeves Phil grabbed them again.  They

removed my skirt and slip and then, strangely, Gloria asked

Phil and Denise to leave the room."

    "Joan, don't talk, just and absorb what I have to say.

Go ahead, sit down on the bed.  Obviously you realized

earlier that you have more to gain by going along with us

than by fighting.  What I have in mind for you isn't too bad.

You are going to have to learn to cooperate.  If you do,

your life will go on pretty much as it always has.  If not,

well, I have some alternate plans.  For the rest of today,

relax and try to have fun.  I promise you will not be hurt."

    I thought about what she had said.  All through my life,

from high school, college, and marriage I had been a "good

girl", a "good wife" and generally had conformed to what a

"nice" girl should do.  Tom had been my "first".  I

fantasized about other men on occasion but had never so much

as expressed the thought.  I always dressed modestly.  The

night they raped me I was terrified, humiliated, degraded to

the point of being sick, but when I thought back about it, I

started to feel warm down around my vagina.  I knew, and she

knew that I was going to cooperate.  She knew how I felt,

degraded but excited.

    Dave came in the room.  Gloria commanded that I kneel on

the floor.  I did.  Phil and Denise came back in.  Denise

picked up a tape measure and proceeded to take my

measurements.  After she measured my bust I was allowed to

replace my bra.  She recorded the measurements on a bulletin

board.  I noticed that there were blanks there so the

succeeding measurements could be compared to the previous

ones.  Dave looked down the stairs and into the hallway.  He

reported that the coast was clear Gloria led me down stairs

to the bathroom.  I was directed to step on the scale.  We

started back into the attic but Gloria guided me to her

bedroom.  She pushed my head down into what had been an old

heating grate, but was now slightly open into her living

room.  I saw Tom and Mona on the couch, Mona had her hand on

his arm and it was obvious they were engrossed in

conversation.  Her skirt had slipped partially off her thigh.

He was enjoying her company.  It was also obvious that she

was offering him more than a platonic relationship.  Before I

could react Gloria guided me back upstairs.  I was directed

to kneel on the floor again while the others discussed my

body.  I learned that they thought it was good, but that I

would be sent to the "Workout World" to improve it.  During

the afternoon, I stayed there, not ignored but not harrassed

either.  Phil wrote out an exercise schedule and told me

that I would be using it soon.  Dave and Phil spent most of

the time downstairs.

    I could hear the kids in another room but they stayed

well out of the way most of the afternoon.  I was terrified

that one of them would come in and see me like this.  Denise

mentioned something to Gloria about Tom coming up but Gloria

laughed and assured her that Mona was not going to let him

out of her sight.

    Late in the afternoon Denise told me to dress and come

on downstairs.  She took me into the bathroom and helped

rearrange my make-up.  When I came downstairs Tom had the

kids in the living room and they were preparing to leave.

Gloria asked me to stay.  "Tom you don't mind if Joan stays

awhile do you?"  He said it was up to me.  They both looked

at me, but before I could speak Gloria spoke up, "great,

it's settled, Joan promised me she would help me bake

tonight".  With that Tom told me not to stay too late,

kissed me, and left with the kids.

    Gloria brought me into the living room.  Mona brought

out the bag of clothing she had taken from my home earlier.

Dave and Phil seemed to be arranging some photographic

lights and shades around the Christmas tree.  Dave had

several cameras two on tripods, and one with a strange

looking lens that he was holding in his hand.  As soon as

they finished arranging things they looked at me,

expectantly, "Well come on, step up here."  I came forward

and Dave "posed me" in front of the tree.  "Turn slightly

sideways, bend forward slightly, now with your right hand,

grab a handful of skirt and raise it a little."  "Damn it

smile!"  I was sobbing by now, Dave roughly wiped my face,

and pushed me into the position he wanted.  For several

minutes we went on like this.  Finally, Gloria who had been

watching silently suggested theat we were going about this

all wrong.  "Strip her!!" she commanded, Denise and Mona

proceeded to undress me.  They weren't rough, they weren't

gentle, they were just cold and efficient.  After I was

undressed Dave lay me down on the floor, on my side and

photographed me in front of the tree.  Then he moved me so

that I was on my back, feet towards the camera, legs spread,

and my left hand (wedding ring) covering my vagina.  I was

made to pose this way for a while.

    Eventually I was allowed to put on some clothing, and I

was photographed for the next couple hours in various stages

of dress and undress.  I tried on all the pairs of panty

hose Mona had brought, Dave and Phil selected the shades

they liked.  One skirt, my longest, had been slit to the

waist, another had been hemmed up during the afternoon so

that it was much too short.  They tried every combination of

clothing and pose imaginable.  No blouse, then no skirt,

change shoes, bra on, bra off, panty hose on, panty hose

off, change skirts, remove skirt etc.  I wasn't enjoying

this at all but I wasn't as scared as I had been originally.

I was still scared and maybe a little angry (although my

fear overruled my anger) but it wasn't as hard to go along

with them as it had been in the beginning.  I realized what

Gloria had done.  By making me pose nude at first, I knew

the worst was over and that things had to get better.  It

worked.  Both Dave and Phil became quite solicitous, as long

as I cooperated they were gentle.

    About 9:30 Dave told Gloria he was done.  Mona piped up,

"I have one more idea."  I was directed to put on some

suntan panty hose, my black heels, and my daughters White

sweater, but no skirt.    The sweater was quite long and

actually partially covered my thighs.  Gloria brought me to

the kitchen, bent me over the sink and soaked the sweater

with water.  She brought me dripping into the living room.

Mona had collected 3 hair dryers and they began heating the

sweater to dry it, while I was still in it.  It took about an

hour.  When they finished they repeated the process.  Finally

they did it again.  This time before it was totally dry Mona

suggested they try some shots.  By now the sweater had

shrunk.  It was from fitting.  It had stretched around my

breasts and was tight on my stomach.  It still covered a

little thigh.

    Dave posed me in front of the tree again.  This time he

took several rolls of film of just this outfit.  I knelt, I

bent over, I was twisted, and even took one shot looking

straight at the camera, hands underneath my chest as if I

was offering my breasts.  This shot took awhile to get right

because they insisted I smile.  It wasn't easy but Gloria's

threats and the promise that they would keep it up until I

got it right scared me into trying.  The resultant grimace

wasn't great but Dave said it would do.  Finally Gloria

suggested the men pose with me.  I knelt in front of them,

Dave unzipped his fly and placed my hand around his penis.

I began to perform as he wished.  When he was done he did

not put his penis back into his pants, he stood next to we

while I was forced to suck Phil.  During this time Gloria

took numerous shots.  Finally they were done.

    I was told to kneel in the corner for a while.  Mona

asked me about the family photo that we had taken several

weeks earlier.  "Tom told me that you are going to send

cards this year with that photo on them".  I nodded

agreement.  Dave looked at Gloria and they both smiled.

"Bring us some of them!"  "When will you pick them up?"  I

replied that they should be ready on Monday.  Gloria ordered

me to bring them to her immediately after I got them.  The

phone rang, Dave answered it.  "Everythings fine, she should

be finished in a little.  Joan, it's Tom."  He handed me the

phone and I took it.  "He sounded a little irritated.  It's

well passed midnight hon, when will you be home?  I didn't

think you would stay this long, I wish you would have called,

is everything all right?"  As he was speaking Phil had

reached over and was absentmindedly fondling my thigh.

Denise tried to smother a giggle but failed.  I told Tom I

was all right and would be home soon.  He sounded a little

relieved, I told him not to wait up, He said he would try but

in any case to wake him when I got in.  I promised and we

hung up.  I asked Gloria if I could leave.

    She told me that they weren't done with me yet.  She

wanted to get a few more shots of me with my ring finger

wrapped around Dave's penis.  I was posed again, and again.

Finally they were through.  Gloria told me to dress, as I

had been dressed when I arrived.  I did but Mona stopped me

when I started to put the skirt on.  Gloria told me that I

was through for the weekend but that I had better be back

Monday at 1:30 with the family Christmas cards.

    "Do you hear me?"  "Yes, I heard."  "Than you better be

here."  Gloria took me into the kitchen where we were joined

by Mona.  "Joan, I have a few instructions for you; first

you will no longer wear pantsuits or jeans, you will wear

skirts and dresses ALWAYS, second you will no longer say no

to a man, and third you will use the back door when you are

at my home."  Do you understand?  I nodded.  She sounded

gentle so I asked her why.....Before The words were out of

my mouth I was told to "Shut UP!!!  In due time you will

learn, for now, just cooperate and you will be allowed to

continue your way of life.  Mona got up to leave.  I

gathered my skirt in my hand, looked for my slip with no

success, found my purse and headed for the door.  "Wrong

door bitch" with that Gloria pointed at the back door.  I

walked out and found Mona waiting out front.  She motioned

for me to get into her car.  I did.  She drove to my house,

once in front I started to put my skirt on.  She stopped me.

"Get out of the car."  "I'm not dressed."  She reached over

and pushed me out, I was to scared to fight.  Once out of

her car I stood there, she had stopped under a street light,

and put my skirt on.  I walked into the house.

    On the kitchen counter was a yellow manila envelope.

Joan, read me, it said in large red letters.  I opened it

and gasped.  It contained a blank diary, but also about

twenty pictures taken two weeks earlier.  The photographs

formed a chronological record of my gang-rape.  There was a

note.  "Joan use this diary to record what happened to you

during the last two weeks.  Be detailed, be specific, record

everything about your feelings.  Bring this with you when you

come over Monday.  You may keep the snapshots.  So far you

are the only one in your family who has seen them.  If you

continue to cooperate, we may be able to keep it this way.

Sweet Dreams............. Gloria, Mona, and Denise."

    I stuffed the photo's back into the manilla envelope and

shoved it into a cabinet full of junk that no one ever

looked into, and stumbled upstairs sobbing quietly.  Tom was

sound asleep when I got there.  For some reason I looked on

his dresser.  There was one of his business cards with some

writing on it, I took it into the bathroom to read.  It was

a women's handwriting, it had a phone number, and address,

and it was signed Mona...........Not knowing what could come

next, I crawled off to bed.  I thought about the day, Tom's

possible relationship with Mona, and Gloria's final orders.

I drifted off to sleep.



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