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My three-year marriage to Doug was safe, stable and yes, one could say at
times even boring. But I was quite happy and secure living my dull
conservative life. After all, that's what came with being the typical middle
class, suburban housewife married
to an accountant.

That all suddenly changed one afternoon with an unexpected phone call. It was
from someone I hadn't heard from for five years. Someone I preferred not to
hear from either. It was Alex, my boyfriend (and I use the term loosely)
before I had met and married Doug. I had gone with Alex for about a year. If
I had to sum up our relationship in a word it would have to be -- sexual. He
was an exciting guy; good looking, adventurous, uninhibited. Everything an
easily-lead young girl could want.

At first, it was different and exciting, but as time went on, Alex became more
bizarre in his demands. He would do things to me or have me do things that I
shudder to recall now. It reached the point where I literally ran away.
That's when I met Doug and is perhaps why I now appreciate my current
situation.

A cold chill ran down my spine as soon as I recognized his voice on the other
end of the line. It was a voice I had hoped to never hear again.

"Hey, Baby, how you doing? It took some work but I finally found you."

"What do you want, Alex? And how'd you ever find me and get my unlisted
number?" I demanded.

"Slow down, sweetheart, one thing at a time. I know we have some catching up
to do so let's save some conversation for later."

"What later!? You have no cause to bother me and we have no reason to talk!"

"Oh, now that doesn't sound very friendly. And after all this time. And I
think you might change your mind about talking to me..."

"Not a chance!" I interrupted. "Now I'm hanging up and please don't bother
calling back."

"Okay, well I guess I'll just hang onto these pictures of you I still have."

It hit me like a ton of bricks. In my haste in breaking-off our relationship
I had forgotten all about the "pictures." One of the "little things" he had
me do was "pose" for him. It was one of his favorite pastimes, documenting
all our "sessions." He must still have them and there must be hundreds of
them. There were ones where I was bound, performing sex acts, and of course,
plenty of nudes. Thinking, now, I was a fool to submit to his whims, but had
never even considered the future consequences at the time.

He took advantage of the pause as I recovered from the shock of his reminder
to continue, "Now, as I was saying, I was thinking that we might get together
to chat about old times and catch up on new news. I know you're married and
all now and we don't have to get your husband involved if you don't want," he
added sarcastically.

He knew damn well that that was the last thing I would want. Doug knew
nothing of my relationship with Alex and I knew that it would destroy my
marriage if he found out.

Alex went on, "... and we could meet somewhere, discreetly, to avoid any
friends, neighbors, or your husband's business associates."

I could recognize a veiled threat when I heard one. He knew that too, and
knew that I knew he would use those pictures if I didn't go along with what he
wanted.

"What do you want, Alex?" I asked again.

"Now that's more like my old Monica," he said in a mockingly pleased tone. "I
assume you're still as hot-looking as ever. After all, five years is not a
long time and at twenty-six you must be in your prime. Before we meet, I'd
like you to pick-up a little present I left for you. Go to the bus station
downtown. There will be a package in locker number ten. The lock is broken
so you won't need a key. You'll find a nice outfit to put on. Go in the
ladies room and take-off all your clothes and put on only what's in the box.
Put your clothes in the box and put it back into the same locker. There will
be a note in the box as to what to do next. Be there tonight at nine o'clock
sharp." He hung-up.

Alex's old commanding tone came through in that last statement. I knew I had
little choice but to comply. Fortunately, Doug was out of town for the next
three days so I didn't have a problem there -- but then I began to wonder just
how much Alex knew about my life.

The bus station was relatively empty that time of night with the exception of
the usual "residents." I felt out of place in my pleated skirt and silk
blouse and loafers.

I found Alex's "present" as he described and proceeded into the restroom. It
was cold and spooky this time of night.

I almost died when I saw what was in the box. It was a the shortest little
tube mini dress I'd ever seen and bright red. The only other items in the box
were a matching pair of high heels and a small pocketbook.

The dress fit (if you want to call it that). Alex's guess was right that I
was in as good, if not better, shape than I was back then. There was no
mirror to check, but looking down at myself I imagined I must have looked
pretty good. I had nothing else on except the dress which came a good twelve
inches above my knees and the heels. Alex knew I had great legs and a good
body and the dress and shoes certainly showed that off.

Inside the pocketbook was the note he had promised. It read... "Dear Monica,
Hope you like my little gift. Now that you're dressed properly, proceed out
to the street and walk down the block until you come to a place called the
`Doll House.' Go inside and tell the guy at the door who you are. He'll tell
you what to do next."

I stuffed my street clothes into the box as instructed and placed the package
back into the same locker. I transferred my wallet and keys to the red
pocketbook. I noticed that I now was drawing some obvious stares from people
in the terminal. The concourse was now full of people due to the arrival of a
couple of buses. Mostly low-lifes and service men traveling. I made as quick
an exit to the street as possible.

It seemed to take forever to arrive at this "Doll House" place. I wasn't used
to walking in such high shoes and felt very conspicuous in what I was wearing
as well. When I finally arrived I found that the "Doll House" was a topless
bar. I thought, "It figures."

I went in and met a gigantic guy with a shaved head at the door and told him
my name.

"Oh, yeah," he said, "come on with me."

I was never in this place before and quickly sizing it up, could tell it was
as sleazy as these type establishments go. It had a dank smell, a combination
of stale beer and perspiration. There was ear-splitting loud music blurring
from the sound system and, of course, nude women dancing on a make shift
stage. Although it was rather dark, I could make out the crowded landscape of
mostly men.

Despite the fact that there were totally nude women in the room, I immediately
sensed many eyes turn my way as I was lead across the room. Even this group
could recognize quality when they saw it, I smirked to myself.

The doorman brought me backstage to this seedy-looking little creep and said,
"Here's the new chick you've been waiting on."

I saw the creep's eyes widen as he looked me up and down and said, "Well, our
friend Alex wasn't kiddin' when he said you were gonna be hot! Good thing
your here cause your up next."

"NEXT!?" I thought to myself. Now I get it -- Alex had set me up at this
joint to perform. I'm sure he was sitting out there somewhere just delighted
with my predicament.

The sleazy little creep handed me a folded up piece of paper and said, "This
is for you."

It was another note from Alex. It said... "Looking forward to your
performance! I'll see you after the show... and remember, I'll be watching
everything."

"Come on sugar, you're on. Gimme a good 30 minutes."

Somehow, Alex had the key to that old submissive Monica that I used to be and
that I thought I had locked away forever. I'll be honest with you and admit
that it wasn't that bad once I got started. Actually it was a bit of a rush
having all those men drooling all over me.

I paid little attention to the music and just kept on dancing for the next 30
minutes. Besides the tingling thrill I was feeling, I also worried "what if
someone out there recognized me." I didn't think that was likely in this
place, and maybe it was part of the buzz I was feeling.

I got back into my dress and when I turned around, there was Alex standing
with his arms crossed with a big smirk on his face.

"That was great babe. Your looking better than ever!" he said as he eyed me
up and down.

"You son-of-a-bitch..." was all I could get out until he cut me off.

"Now, now, Sugar. Don't forget who you're talking to. I could tell you
actually enjoyed that. I guess you haven't changed that much."

He continued before I could get a word in, "We're going to pick-up where we
left off. That is, unless you want these pictures to get around."

He thumbed a thick stack of photos in his hand.

I stood there in silence now with my eyes down.

"Good, I see we understand each other. Now let's go and talk a while."

We left the bar and got in his car. As he drove, he kept running his hand up
and down my bare thigh and telling me how horny he got watching me dance. I
could also tell judging by the bulge in his pants.

He pulled down a side alley about a block from the bus depot. It was deserted
and dark. He ordered me out of the car.

"Take off the dress," he snapped.

I did as he said without question standing there in only my heels in that cold
alley way. "Lock your hands behind your neck and spread your legs a little."

Despite the fact that I had just finished dancing naked for a room full of
men, I could feel a flush of humiliation raise through me. It was an old but
familiar sensation that I had not experienced for years. It was also mixed
with another feeling that was becoming increasingly hard to suppress.

Damn him! He had me once again. I was naked and helpless at his command and
this time, I had nowhere to run. I knew what was going to happen next.

"Get down on your knees," he ordered as he unzipped his pants and his huge
organ popped out.

He had me keep my hands behind my head as I sucked him for the next 10 minutes
until he shot his load down my throat. He warned me to swallow every drop,
"or else," and I obeyed without question.

He told me to stand. Still naked with my hands locked behind my neck, he took
a wide piece of tape and, before I knew it, had slapped it across my lips
sealing them completely shut.

Directing me to turn and face the car he told me to "assume the position," as
if he were a police frisking me.

Standing a good two feet from the car, I had to stretch and lean in order to
keep my balance. This left my bare ass sticking well out.

He finally broke the silence, "you were a bad girl for running away from me
like you did. Bad behavior must always be punished."

At that, he delivered ten solid whacks across my helpless, naked bottom. Even
though the alley was empty, I was thankful for the tape over my mouth. I'm
not sure I would have been able to control myself otherwise. He told me to
turn around and that I may remove the tape now.

I said nothing and avoided looking at him. Huge tears still filled my eyes.

"I hope you've learned a lesson, Monica. It's a shame to have to mark that
beautiful ass of yours... but it was a lot of fun!"

At this point I felt totally broken and had nothing to say. But there was one
last humiliation he was going to put me through before the night was over.

"I'll call you again, tomorrow, for our next date." With that he turned to
walk back to his car.

"Wait a minute! How about my clothes?" I blurted out.

"Oh, your clothes are back at the bus station if they haven't been stolen from
that broken locker. This dress is mine. You can keep the high heels.

Before I could react, he had jumped in his car and sped off. I stood there
for a few moments alone, naked and sore until I realized I had to do
something. I had to somehow get back to my car at the station. I knew it was
no use trying to recover my clothes, they were probably long gone. Besides,
how would I get back into the station nude. How was I going to have to get to
my car like this!!

Somehow, I slowly worked my way up the block, doorway by doorway. It was
after midnight and, thank God, for some reason no one was around. But that
was the end of my luck.

I had my keys with me in Alex's cheap purse, so that was no problem. But what
I didn't expect was a flat tire. Alex strikes again!

I've fixed a flat before but never at one in the morning outside the bus
station in the nude. That was the fastest flat ever fixed in the world, I'm
sore. I slumped down in the seat as low as I could and prayed that I didn't
get stopped by a cop.

I never felt so relieved in my life as when I pulled up the driveway of my
house.

Bolting in the house I slammed the door shut and dove into the bath. I must
have fallen asleep there for a while, because the next thing I remember was
waking up to the phone ringing.

"Good morning, beautiful! How are we feeling today?" It was Alex calling as
he promised. "Sleeping in, are we? Well, I was just checking to see how you
made it home last night. Obviously, not too bad. I know hubby is out of town
for a few more days so I figure we may as well take advantage of the fact.
I've planned an interesting night for later, so rest up and I'll ring you back
this afternoon."

"Oh, by the way," he added, "check your mailbox. There's something there that
you may find interesting. Talk to you later, sweet lips."

I rushed out to the mailbox, almost forgetting to slip on my bathrobe. After
last night, it almost didn't seem that unnatural. There was a brown envelope
with a note and a VHS tape. The note said... "Enjoy. I have the original."

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I plugged the tape into our player. For the next 30 minutes the tape showed a
pretty, well-built, dark-haired girl, strip off her red dress and strut her
stuff in red high heel shoes in front of a bar full of men. It showed some
nice, tight close-ups of her face and various other body parts. There was no
mistaking who the girl was.

"Oh my God, now he really has me." Unlike the old pictures these were current
and live action. And looking at the expressions on my face, it appeared I was
enjoying myself.

I was a nervous wreck for the rest of the day. Pacing back and forth watching
the phone. Finally it rang.

This time Alex spoke deliberately without a pause. "There is a telephone at
the corner of 5th and Gray St. Be there at 9 o'clock. I will call and give
you further instructions. Before you show up, you are to shave all your pubic
hair off and place the droppings in an envelope. Remember, no cuts or nicks
and it better be as bald as a baby's ass. Bring the envelope with you." He
hung up.

My heart raced in anticipation. What did he have in mind? Was I actually
looking forward to it? This can't be.

I wasn't at all surprised about the "haircut." Alex had a particular fetish
about that and when I was involved with him before, he always kept me "bald."

The phone rang right at nine. I was glad too. This was not the best section
of town to be hanging around.

He spoke in the same cruel manor as before. "There is an Adult Bookstore
right across the street from you. Go in and go to the peep show booth number
10 (he liked that number) in the back. You'll find further instructions
there." Click went the phone.

I did what he said. The store was dark and had the same smell and feel as the
bar only worse. The artificial sweetness of cheap disinfectant cover-up spray
was almost sickening. I guess it was better than the smell of stale cum that
was all over the place. There were all sorts of books and magazines lining
the walls and up front, as you walked in, there was an old degenerate-looking
guy behind the display case that contained all sorts of dildos, vibrators and
other toys of sexual nature.

I was obviously the only woman in the place and if dressed as I was last night
probably would not have attracted much attention. But I was still in my
conservative street clothes and in this environment that was unusual.

I headed straight for the back and, sure enough, in booth 10 were my
instructions.

First, I was to "put some coins into the machine and watch the peep show," the
note said. It was a live-action video with sound, unlike the silent black-
and-white ones of old.

I had seen porn before but this one seemed different. The scene was of three
thugs dragging a rather attractive young girl into this old warehouse. They
wore hoods and she was struggling and fighting to no avail. Once inside, they
strung her up by her wrists from the rafters. She had no gag so you could
hear her pleas and "no's" very clearly. Next, they proceeded to rip and cut
all her clothes off until she was completely nude. She had a very nice body,
much better than you usually see in these things. The next few minutes
consisted of taunting and humiliating (foreplay I guess) until they finally
got down to actually raping her. All three had their turns, at times, two at
once, as she hung there helpless.

The impression I was left with was either she was doing a good acting job or
the whole scene was the real thing. I would later learn the significance of
having to watch the film.

The rest of the note Alex left instructed me to strip once again. He had left
a lightweight, short rain jacket and a pair of five inch black pumps. This
was all I was to wear leaving.

The coat was about the length of the dress I had on the night before, so I was
showing plenty of leg. In addition, there were no buttons, snaps or belts to
hold the coat shut so I had to keep it from opening by holding it by hand.

The last order was to leave my clothes there and to go back out to the phone
and wait. I rushed straight out of the store keeping my head down but I don't
think anyone noticed me. The phone rang again.

"Very good. You look just right." It was Alex.

"A van will pull up shortly. You are to get in and do as you're told." He
hung up.

About 30 seconds later, a beat-up looking closed van with no windows, except
the front, appeared at the curb. I didn't get a look at the driver but it
didn't matter. The panel door on the side slid open and I stepped up to it.

Two men wearing dark clothes and hockey masks quickly grabbed my arms and
pulled me in the rest of the way!

Before I knew it, I was inside, the door slammed shut and we sped away.

The two men quickly went about their task of securing me for a little trip. A
large ball gag was jammed into my mouth and buckled behind my head. My
raincoat was quickly stripped off leaving me once again totally nude. I was
laid on my stomach and hog tied, wrists to ankles, but they were careful to
leave my shoes intact.

It seemed that we drove for quite some time, during which I received a
constant molesting fondling from my two masked captors. I couldn't believe
this was happening to me! Where were they taking me? What did they have
planned? Was this another of Alex's little games? As ironic as it seemed, I
was hoping it was rather than actually being kidnapped off the street.

All that kept running through my mind was that peep movie of that poor girl.
Was that what this was all about?

When we finally stopped, my feet were left secured behind my back. The gag
was still in place although I don't think yelling or screaming would have
served any purpose.

They led me into this old dilapidated-looking building. There didn't seem to
be anything else around. We were in some secluded wooded area, obviously far
from civilization.

The room they brought me into was prepared for my arrival. I was untied only
to have my arms stretched over my head and retied. Then they hoisted me off
the ground with a pulley arrangement just enough so my toes touched. Next,
they took my legs tying them apart to hooks in the floor so I was spread eagle
hanging by my wrists on my very tip-toes.

I can't tell you the helpless feelings that ran through my mind suspended
there, nude, at the mercy of these masked strangers.

A small table was rolled up to where I hung. When it was close enough, I was
able to see the "equipment" laid out on top. There were dildos, vibrators,
clips and all sorts of nasty looking "toys" just like in the bookstore.

Just then I heard a familiar voice. It was Alex. Up to this point since my
capture, none of the other men spoke a word.

"Take her gag off now," he ordered. "I want her to be able to express
herself."

"Welcome to my little country get-away. I hope your trip was comfortable. As
you've probably surmised by now, were going to have some fun tonight. By the
way, I believe some introductions are in order. You know me of course, but
let me introduce you to my three friends here. This is John Doe one,"
pointing to the tallest one. "This is John Doe two," pointing to the middle
one, "and last but not least, John Doe three. I'm sure they wouldn't mind,
being you're all going to be a lot more familiar by the end of the night, you
calling them by their first names." He laughed a wicked laugh.

"Of course these are not their real names but they all know you very well.
You see, I took some time before I contacted you and checked out some of your
and your husband's acquaintances. After some careful screening, I found three
very willing volunteers to help me tonight with a little video venture. They
could be your girlfriends' husbands, or perhaps your husband's co-workers, or
your tennis instructor. The point is, they are someone you have met and know
and who knows you. All have expressed the desire to know you better and I'm
giving them the opportunity to do so."

The three men were totally unrecognizable to me with those hockey masks on.
All were average height and build and had no distinguishable characteristics.
The only thing that was obvious was they all seemed anxious to get on with the
program.

"Just think, Monica, from now on you won't know if the next man you meet was
one of those gentlemen," Alex pointed out once again.

"Now just a word from the director, me," Alex added, "we have a loose script.
The guys and I have gone over their parts. They are going to warm you up a
little with some of the toys here first. Then we'll get down to the `serious'
stuff," Alex continued. "But for the most part, it's going to be
improvisation, so by all means, be spontaneous!" he chided.

"Oh, by the way, since we're going to have the gag off, we want to make sure
we can hear your lines."

The four let out a chorus of cruel laughter. Alex stepped back to man the
cameras and the ordeal began. I now knew why he wanted my pussy shaved. It
was so he could get good clear shots of the dildos going in and out of it.

The three of them worked me over for an hour. Vibrators and dildos of every
shape and size were plunged in and out of my pussy and ass, and as an added
indignation, as they finished with one they would force me to clean it off in
my mouth.

I lost track of how many times I came. I couldn't help it.

And Alex was right there with his cameras, not missing a stroke. While two
were working on my lower half the other was busy tormenting my tits. It was
the first time in my life that I was sorry to have such big ones.

First, they took some heavy-gauge fishing line and wrapped it around each of
my boobs, which forced them to stand straight out. My nipples looked as if
they were going to pop right off and felt that way as well. Then they
attached a small but tight plastic clip that had small rounded teeth. They
held fast without breaking the skin. Each clip was equipped with a hook
suitable for attaching various weights. One John Doe worked me up to five
pounds and let them hang on me for awhile. As I made what little movement I
did because of the reaming I was getting down below they would bounce.

After about a half hour of this treatment I heard myself begging and pleading,
"please no" and "please stop."

They finally stopped and released me from that position. My relief was brief
though as they quickly retied me in another even worse position.

They laid me on my back on this small table. My legs hung over one end and my
head hung over the other. My ankles were tied to the legs of the table and
they pulled my arms over my head and tied them to the legs on the other end.
This left me lying face up spread wide open with my head hanging off the one
end. Gravity and the ropes around my limbs held me helplessly in place.

Alex moved into view, "Having fun, darling?"

"We're going to scene two now, and once I set my camera up here on automatic
yours truly is going to make a cameo appearance."

With that comment, he slid a hockey mask on like the others. They were all
undoing their pants. I knew what was coming next.

Up until then, I had never had more than one man at once. Now I was going to
have four!

One would mount me down below and with my head bent back another would jam
himself in my mouth. In the position I was in I had little choice. The other
two that were waiting would amuse themselves by playing with my tits that were
poking straight up.

It took them about an hour, by the time they all took turns and rotated. Some
came in my pussy some came in my mouth. A couple must have came back for
seconds. At least it seemed that way. I must have looked a sight laying
there with cum all over my face and smeared all over my thighs and bald pussy.

Laying there, half coherent, I saw the three men leaving. Before they went,
Alex took out the envelope he had me put my shaved pubic hair in and gave each
one a bit of it. Sort of a souvenir I guess.

The last thing I remember was Alex standing there alone, with another
erection, looking down on me through the eye holes in the goalie mask. Then I
passed out.