Straight Laced

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any events or to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All players are over the age of eighteen unless otherwise stated. If you have a problem with bondage or non-consensual sex, go no further! This story is purely for adult fantasy and entertainment. The author in no way condones violence towards women. Constructive criticism and comments welcome at the end. As a writer, I am trying to explore some sexual themes that I haven't in previous years. This originally began as a short story but unexpectedly grew and evolved as I explored more of the heroines's struggles to understand herself and conflicts both internal and external. This idea was given to me by one of my new fans who also shares many of my kinks. I hope you enjoy it!

-BBD

Chapter One

"Professor Anderson, you wanted to see me?"

"Doctor Anderson. Yes, Jim, come on in and have a seat."

"Professor Zucharelli to you, Doctor Anderson."

The tone in which he says my name the second time makes me want to slap that smug smile off his face. Since I'm not in the mood to go to jail on assault charges, I ignore him. He sits across from my desk. He leans back and puts his feet up.

"Keep your feet off my desk," I say in a crisp tone, "you aren't at home."

"No, I'm not. If I was, then I'd have my shoes off." He keeps giving me that smile that gives me the creeps.

The only reason I haven't fired his ass outright is because the board likes him. Plus, when you're the only black head of your department at a small college, it's not always easy to get others to take you seriously.

"Professor, I'm just going to come to the point. Your female students have been accusing you of sexual harassment."

"Harassment?" he tosses his head back and laughs. "Come on Doc, do you really believe that? You've got a bunch of kids running around here away from home for the first time, horny as hell, and they're mad because I won't cross that line with them."

"Oh really? Is that why you threaten to flunk them unless they sit in the front of your class with short skirts on? How about sheer tops? Hmmm? What about the young lady who you told to show up without underwear?"

"Those are very serious accusations, Doc. You got any proof of these wild tales?"

"As a matter of fact, I do."

I pull out my phone and play a conversation back for him.

"You know Marcy, you can greatly improve your grade in my class if you do a little something for me."

"Like what?"

"Tomorrow, I want you in that red mini skirt, and no panties."

"W... why... why? Why would I show up like that?"

"You need to pass, don't you? The last time I checked, you were on academic probation. If you don't get a decent grade in my class, you're going to flunk out of school. Do you really want to explain that one to Mom and Dad?"

"N.... n... no!"

"No, what?"

"No.... Sir!"

"Good girl. Now, I'll see you on Thursday, appropriately dressed."

I stop the playback.

"That's just one conversation."

"There's more."

I play back more conventions between him and some other female students. Thank God one girl had the sense to secretly record him, and she told the others to do the same. By the time I'm done, Jim is visibly sweating. He is trying to loosen his tie.

"I... you don't think..."

"Save it! I'm going to be putting you on paid administrative leave effective immediately pending a full investigation into your behavior."

"You can't do that!"

"Oh yes, I can, and I will. Your actions are clearly unethical and might I add, immoral. You should be ashamed of yourself, taking advantage of these innocent girls like that! If it were up to me, you'd not only be fired, I would make sure that the only job that you could get would be flipping burgers!"

"You bitch!"

He stands up and slams his hand on my desk. His face is beet red.

"You're not going to do this to me, you uppity ass bitch!"

"Get out NOW! I'm calling security!"

I pick up my phone. My back is to him. Before I can dial, Jim leaps at me, his beefy hand covering my mouth and his other hand wrapping around my torso, clamping my arms to my side. The receiver falls from my hand. He yanks me away from the desk.

"Now, you listen to me," he growls in my ear, "unless you want me to really hurt you, you're gonna do as I say! Nod if you understand!"

Oh my God, he's crazy! He's really fucking crazy! What is he planning to do to me? I nod slowly.

"I'm going to take my hand away from your mouth. You scream, and I'll snap your fucking neck!"

I nod again. He moves his hand away.

"Jim, please! Please don't hurt me! You're making a horrible mistake!"

"Naw, Doc, the mistake is yours! Now, I'm gonna put something in your mouth to keep you quiet while we walk down the hall to my office."

"Please! You don't have to! I won't scream!"

"I know you won't!"

"Pl... mmmmmmph!"

He shoves something soft so deep into my mouth that I nearly choke. He holds my mouth and torso and walks me out of my office and down the hall to his office. He pushes me inside and kicks the door shut while still holding me.

"Don't fuck with me," he mutters under his breath. "I don't wanna have to hurt you, but I will if you're not good!" He holds something cold and metallic to my cheek. "Don't give me a reason to carve up that pretty face."

"Mmmmmmm!" I shake my head.

"Good girl. I knew you were smart."

He picks up a roll of silver duct tape from the end of his desk.

"I'm gonna let you go. You're gonna take that tape and tape your mouth shut, got it?"

I nod again. I'm too scared to resist. Jim pushes me away. I take the tape and tear off a strip and place it over my lips.

"More! One strip ain't enough for your big mouth! I'll tell you when to stop!"

I tear off another strip, then another and another. When I have six pieces of tape over my lips, some going horizontally, some making an X across my face, he allows me to stop.

"Now," he waves around his weapon, "strip!"

He's going to jail! I will make sure of it! As soon as he's done with me I will go straight to the hospital, then they will call the police! This freakish asshole just signed his death warrant in the academic world!

I undo my white blouse and take it off. Next comes my belt and black pants, followed by my hose. Next I remove my white camisole. I stand in front of him in my underwear.

"All of it! Let's go!"

With tears burning my eyes I remove my underwear and bra. As soon as I'm naked, Jim yanks my arms behind my back. He trusses my wrists together with rope.

"On the desk!"

"Mmmmmmmmmph!"

He pushes me face down on the desk. My legs are trembling. I'm waiting for him to start fucking me. He doesn't. Instead, he wraps rope around my waist and pulls it tight, cinching my stomach and diaphragm. He threads more rope between my legs and pulls it to connect to the rope around my waist! The rope immediately cuts into my most intimate space.

"In the chair, now!"

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!" I cry in protest. Jim has me sit down and lifts my arms over the back of the chair. I feel my wrists being secured to something so that I can't raise my arms. He binds me to the chair with rope above and below my breasts. Finally, he kneels and ties my ankles to the legs of the chair.

"There. Nice and secured and quiet."

"Mmmmmmmph! Uhmmm mhm!"

"Smile, Doc!"

I turn my head away from his phone camera.

"Look at me," he bellows. Afraid of what he might do, I dare to raise my head. He keeps snapping away.

"This is my little insurance policy, in case you get it into your head to go to the cops or the board about this. What would they think to know that their department head is a freaky slut?"

"Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmph!" I shake my head.

"You don't want these getting out?"

"Mmmmmmmm!" I shake my head again.

"Then you'll do what I say, or else. For now, I'm going to make a phone call. You just ah, enjoy the foreplay. I won't be long. In the meantime, enjoy yourself."

"Hmmmmmmmph! Nhmmmmmmph! Phhm mmm lmmmph mhm hmmmph!"

Jim leaves the office. I hear the door close and lock. Shit! I have to get out of here! I start wriggling in my bondage.

"Fhmmph! Hmmmmmph! Smmph hmmmph mhmph! I cry. I can't make one intelligent word. I wriggle my hands, but I cannot find the knot holding them! My legs will only move a little bit. The only real movement that I have is in my head and pelvis. I try to lean forward, but I can't. Plus all this moving is making that rope between my legs rub my pussy and clit!

Oh damn! I'm starting to feel wetness beneath me. The rope is getting wet! No! I can't be turned on! I'm tied up for godsakes! Yet... my pelvis begins to move back and forth, then left to right as I shift my hips.

"Ommmmmph! Fhmmmmph! Mmmmmmph! Mmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!" My screams have become grunts and moans. I look down at my breasts. My nipples look like two little brown raisins. Yes, I'm aroused! I can't help it! This rope, oh fuck, the rope....

"Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmm, hmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!" I am going to fucking cum! I can't believe it!

"Mmmmmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmph!" My voice starts as deep grunts but then changes to a loud, high pitched wail. I'm cumming hard! My pussy throbs around the invading rope.

"Mmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm," I say. My chin drops to my chest. I'm feeling so relaxed right now. I almost don't hear Jim come back.

"Enjoying yourself?"

His voice snaps me back to reality. He kneels in front of the chair and puts his hands on my thighs.

"Mmmm, I can smell your arousal. I like it. My wife never smells this good when I turn her on." His hands creep up to my hips. "How did you like the crotch rope? Did it do the trick?"

I hold my head down. Now I feel ashamed.

"Heh, heh, it did, didn't it? Admit it, this feels good to you, doesn't it?"

I can't bring myself to look at him.

"Heh, heh, you don't have to tell me now. Your pussy is giving you away. Let's get you out of this chair.

Jim unties me from the chair, but he leaves my hands tied and the offending rope around my waist and between my legs. He makes me stand up.

"Walk!" He holds my arm and leads me to his desk. He pushes my upper body down so that I'm bending over.

"Mmmm, mmmm, such a nice juicy ass you have here." He gives my cheek a hard slap.

"Mmmmmmmmph!" I cry.

"Go ahead. Scream! Nobody is gonna hear you with your mouth all taped up." He slides a finger under the rope slicing my pussy in half.

"My, my, you are very wet, aren't you? Are you turned on at the fact that you're tied up and naked and helpless?"

"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmph!"

"I'll take that as a yes."

He continues rubbing my ass cheeks. I feel the rope between my legs go slack and drop away, finally! However, Jim slides a finger into my pussy. I scream again. He begins to slide that finger in and out of me.

I'm so ashamed and embarrassed. I'm a married woman! I love my husband! He's a good man! He doesn't deserve this!

Jim inserts two more fingers. Then I feel something rough on my clit. His tongue?

"Mmmmmm, you taste as good as you smell. Mmmm, hmmm, I'm gonna have a little snack here before the main course."

He spreads my ass cheeks. I feel his beard tickling my flesh as he puts his face between my legs and begins to assault my pussy with his mouth! I want to die! I want a hole to open in the earth and swallow me forever! This is so not right!

So why does it feel so good?

Jim opens his mouth and begins to French kiss my pussy. He puts his tongue in me and swirls it around.

"Mmmmmmmm," I softly moan.

"That's right," he says in a muffled voice, "moan for me."

I can't! I can't! I can't... oh fuck! Oh shit! Shit! This feels good!

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm,"

I moan.

"That's a girl. Good girl. I think you're all nice and hot for Daddy.

I hear him unzip his pants. The next thing I feel is his cock hard against my ass. He spreads my ass apart again and pushes into me.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmph!"

"Awwwww, shit," he groans. "Mmmmm, such sweet pussy! Uhhhhh, fuck!" Jim grabs my bound hands and begins to thrust.

"Oh yeah, yeah! Mmmmm, hmmm, fuck! Goddamn Doc, you got some good fucking pussy! Oh yeah, I'm gonna enjoy having this!" His cock slides in and out, in and out of my soaking wet pussy! I find myself beginning to move with him.

"Mmmmm, hmmm, that's a girl! That's a good girl! You wanna cum again?"

"Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm!"

"Is that a yes or a no? It's hard to understand you."

"Mmmmmm, hmmmmm!" I scream.

"Hmmmm, I'm not sure if I should let you cum again that easily."

"Mmmmmm?"

Jim pulls his dick out of me. He pulls me to a standing position again. He sits in his chair, his cock still hard and now shiny with my pussy juice. He picks up the long rope dangling from where it had been tied between my legs.

"Dance for me."

"Hmmmmm?"

"You heard me! Do a sexy dance for your master! You're going to earn this orgasm! Now dance!"

I have never done a sexy dance for anyone except my husband. I try to pretend that it's him siting across from me. I play one of our favorite love songs in my head. I shift my weight from one leg to the other, swaying my hips to a melody that only I can hear right now.

"That's nice," Jim says in a husky voice. "Turn around. Show me that nice juicy ass."

I turn my back to him and begin slowly making circles with my hips and ass.

"Oh yes! Yes, that's fucking sexy! Mmmmm, hmmmm, I could cum right now, just watching you! Back up!"

I step backwards. He uses the rope to pull me closer.

"Sit on my dick. Dance!"

He impales me once again.

"Shift those hips! Make some circles with your ass!"

"Mmmmmmmm! Ormmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmph!" His dick is hitting my pussy walls, and I'm loving it!

"Ohhhhhh! That's right, slave! Fuck me! Make us both cum! Shit! Shit!"

Jim reaches around me and rubs my clit. He begins to bounce me on his lap. Then he stops and moans.

"Fuck! Fuck! Ohhhhhh, shit! Fucking A, ohhhhhhhhh!"

I know he's cumming. He rubs my clit extra hard. I start rocking my hips some more. I just have to cum again! I can't stand it!

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmph," I grunt. My pussy is soaked and throbbing.

"Shit! Shit! Good girl! Get on your knees! Now!"

He gets me up and makes me kneel in front of him. His cock is bright pink, shiny, and still very hard. He reaches for a corner of the tape covering my mouth and peels it off. He yanks the cloth from my mouth. It's soaking wet, needless to say.

"Uhhhhh, uhhhh," I pant. My mouth was starting to get dry.

"Get in here and clean my dick off!" Jim grabs my hair and forces my head between his legs. I can smell the cum, his and mine. I start sucking his dick, my lips going up and down the shaft while he holds my head.

"Ohhhhhhh, shit! Mmmmm, oh shit, oh yes, Doc, oh that's a girl! Mmmmm, mmmmm, fuck, that feels good! Such that dick! Suck it!"

Once again, I'm pretending that it's my husband so that I can do this. My mouth takes him in deeply. We both have a slightly salty taste to us. Suddenly, he yanks my head back.

"I won't come in your mouth, this time." He still holds my head in his hands.

"Please," I beg, "can I get dressed now?"

"Heh, heh, in a little while. I'm not done with you yet, Doc!"

He picks up my panties with his other hand.

"Open your mouth! Now!"

I open my mouth. He shoves my panties inside and holds them there while he picks up the tape. This time he winds it around my head! Now I have no chance of getting it off without help! He winds it three times before tearing it off. Then he unties my hands.

"Now, let me give you the first set of instructions. You will go home like that. You will not touch that gag until I call you with further instructions. You may get dressed now. Oh and uh, if you don't follow my institutions, I will send these incriminating photos of you to the board. Do you understand?"

I nod.

"No! Let me hear you say it!"

"Mhm uhmmmmmh."

"Good. Now, get your clothes back on and go home!"

I scramble to get into my clothes. Once I'm dressed, I check the hallway. It's almost nine. The night classes will be letting out in forty-five minutes. Good. I have time to make my escape.

I hurry back to my office. I pack up my stuff. How am I going to hide this gag? I find a box of surgical masks in my desks. It's a good thing that I held on to them after the pandemic five years ago. They have the thick ear straps so the mask pretty much hides the front of my face. I take a scarf and tie it under my chin to hide the back half. I get on my coat and check the hallway again. The only person out there is the housekeeper. I grab my purse and briefcase and coat and start walking down the hallway. My heart is racing. What if someone sees me? I walk past the cleaning lady. She barely notices me. Good! I get to the elevator and press the down button. The doors close and it begins to move. It goes down before it stops. Shit! No!

The doors swing open. I immediately grab my phone and open it. Some students get on, laughing and talking so loudly that they don't notice me. My blood feels cold. My heart is thumping wildly. Please, please, just don't let them see me!

Finally, the elevator dings for the lobby. The kids get off and go in one direction. I head for the garage to the faculty section. Nobody else is around. Good! I make it to my car, unlock it and slide in. Whew! I did it! I did it! I start my car up and hightail it out of the lot.

Once I'm out of the lot, I drive either at the speed limit or below it. I cannot risk getting pulled over. Thankfully there isn't much traffic. I pull into our division in record time. Our house sits at the end of a dead end street that backs up to the woods. I pull into the garage. Times like this I am so glad that my hubby often travels for work.

I go into the house. It's a little dark, but not too dark. I always leave a few lights on timers. I remove my coat and mask. I run my hand over my gagged mouth. How much longer do I have to keep this on?

My phone rings, indicating that it's a video call from Jim. I click ANSWER.

"Well, well, well, I see you made it home just fine. Still got the gag on. Good girl."

"Mmmmmm?" I point to my mouth.

"What are you trying to say?"

I set the phone upright against a canister on the counter. I grab a pad and paper and write, "how much longer do I have to keep this on?" I show it to him.

"Not long. Just enough for me to watch you masturbate for me."

"Hmmmmmm?"

"I think you heard me. I want you to go into your bedroom, strip off all your clothes, and make yourself cum while I watch. Then you can take the tape off your mouth. That is, unless you want me to show off what a slut you are to the board."

"Nmmmmmmmph!"

"Then get going. Take me to your bedroom."

I go up the stairs to our bedroom. I see the phone down on my nightstand against the lamp. I take off my clothes with trembling hands. Once I'm naked Jim says,

"Very good, Doc. You follow instructions well. Now, lie down on the bed. Spread your legs. Touch yourself. I want to watch!"

I do as I'm told. I have never in my life felt more humiliated. Do I have a choice at this point? I hold the phone in my left hand while my right hand snakes between my legs.

"Imagine that it's my tongue lapping at your sweet, pink pussy," he says in a hoarse voice. Feel that pretty sex button for me."

I can't, I can't, I can't! So why is my hand moving? Why am I spreading my lips for him? Why is my finger going inside my pussy?

"That's good. Now, I want you to put the phone where I can see you. I want you to touch your breasts."

I set the phone down again.

"On your knees! Spread them! Let me see those gorgeous girls!"

I grab my breasts.

"Pinch your nipples. Play with them. Make yourself get all hot for me!"

"Mmmmmmmm," I moan. I cup my breasts and squeeze them. Then I run them down my stomach to my hips and feel my legs. Again, I'm pretending that it's my husband watching me and coaching me.

"Put your hands in your hair. Lift it up and let it drop. Yes, that's good. Now, I want you to play with your tits with one hand and play with your pussy with the other. Now!"

I run my right hand between my legs. My left hand caresses and squeezes my nipples.

"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm!"

"Oh yes, I like the sounds you're making. That's hot. I like the way you sound when you can't talk. Your mouth is so full of your wet, sexy panties! Rise up, and lower yourself back down! Make some sexy moves for me! Act like you're riding me!"

Uhhhhh! Shit! This isn't supposed to happen! I shouldn't be getting myself off for another man.

Yet I am.

"That's good! Mmmm, hmmmm! You may cum when you get ready!"

"Mmmmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph! Fhmph! Mmmmmmmmmph!" I freeze in place when I climax. Then I collapse on the bed, still panting heavily through my nose.

"Get on your hands and knees! We aren't done yet!"

Reluctantly, I get on my hands and knees.

"Turn around. I wanna see that plump ass!"

I turn around so that my ass is in the camera.

"Shake it!"

I shake my butt. I can feel and hear my big cheeks slapping each other.

"Now, I want you to take a scarf and tie it over your mouth and nose. You'll be able to breathe, don't worry. Do it now!"

This fucker! I pull open my scarf drawer and take out a red and gold one. I twist it into a long strip and tie it over my mouth and nose.

"Good girl. Now, I want you to stay like that for an hour. You may shower if you wish, but when I call you back in an hour, you'd better still be gagged, or else."

He ends the call.

I have to stay gagged for another hour? What the fuck? I did what he asked! I fucking came for him on camera! What else could he want?

Since I probably shouldn't get this wet, I opt for a bath instead. I get into the tub and run the water as hot as I can stand it. Then I take soap body wash and a loofa sponge and begin scrubbing myself. I scrub and scrub and scrub, and yet I still feel filthy. I scrub until I literally make my skin red and raw. I let the stopper out and get out of the tub. I check my phone. I still have thirty minutes to stay gagged.

I shouldn't do this. I should just snatch this scarf down, cut this tape off and call the police.

And say what? Jim will say that I enticed him. I have no bruises on me, plus I just eliminated all the evidence that I had sex. He will tell the board that I was playing sexual games with him on school property or whatever lie he can make up to get me fired!

Damn! I don't really have a choice, do I?

I lotion my skin down. I am putting on a robe when my phone rings. It's him.

"Well, well, well, that's my good girl. I gotta hand it to you Doc, you really are showing signs of a good slave. You may remove the gag now. I will see you tomorrow at school. Don't even think about calling in sick. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow."

The call ends.

I undo the scarf, then I get some scissors and cut the tape off my face. I spit out my wet panties.

"Ahhhhhh!" I wriggle my jaw to get the kinks out of it. Then I go into the bathroom and cup my hands under the faucet and gulp water until my thirst is quenched. I take my panties and put them at the bottom of the hamper. I finally scrub my face down and get all of the tape residue off my cheeks. My phone rings again. Fuck! Then I see the Caller ID. I breathe a sigh of relief and answer.

"Hello?"

"Hi honey! How's my favorite girl?"

"Oh, I'm just fine! Just got done taking a bath. I'm winding down for the evening. Ah... how's the conference?"

"Boring, actually. I don't know why I ever agree to come to these things! I sleep through half of the meetings."

"Isaac!" I laugh.

"So, how's things with you?

Did you have a good day?"

"Yes, yes, just the usual. Nothing earth shattering."

"That's good. I miss you, Sharon."

"I miss you too."

"I'll be home soon. When I do, I'm going to make love to you all over the house!"

I giggle.

"I'd like that, just don't break anything."

"Do me a favor, love."

"What's that?"

"Touch yourself for me tonight."

I close my eyes and inhale.

"Yes, darling. Anything for you."

"Well, I'm gonna hit the hay. Early start tomorrow."

"Yeah. Me too."

"I love you, baby."

"I love you too. Sleep well."

"I'll do my best without you," he replies.

"Goodnight Isaac."

"Goodnight, Sharon."

I hang up the phone. Oh boy, do I feel guilty! Guilty, guilty, guilty! Isaac cannot ever find out what happened tonight!

I have to find a way to fix this mess.

In the morning.

Chapter Two

The next day I take a long shower as if I hope to wash away the sins of the night before. I try to put it all out of my mind as I drive to work. Everything begins uneventfully until I reach my office. I put the key in the lock and turn it and go inside. As soon as I step in the door, a hand clamps over my mouth and an arm pulls me to their body.

"Good morning, Slutty Sharon. Did you think I forgot about you?"

"Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmph!"

"Shhh, shhhh, calm down. There's no need for all of that. I just wanted to make sure that we started our day off properly by me letting you know who is in charge. I'm going to let you go. You aren't going to scream or call security, as you will be punished. Trust me," I hear the click of his weapon, "it won't be pretty."

He releases me.

"What do you want?" I whirl around to face him.

"First of all, you don't ask questions! Second of all, you are going to pay for that little insubordination! Take off your panties."

"No!"

He smiles and grabs my arm.

"I don't think you heard me. I said, take off your pants and your panties. If you want your punishment extended, just keep flapping those lips!"

"Alright! Alright." I take off my coat, then my shoes, and I strip from the waist down.

"Ball up your panties and put them in your mouth! Now!"

I do as I'm told. He hands me a roll of some white tape.

"It's micro foam surgical tape," he explains. "Much stickier than duct tape, conforms to the skin and easy to remove. I want you to gag yourself with at least three pieces!"

I layer the strips over my mouth.

"Get dressed and put on a mask." He folds his arms and watches me. Once I'm dressed he says,

"Good girl, Sharon. Good girl. Now Sharon, you're going to stay like that until lunchtime. Any further infractions from you and the time will be extended. Do you understand?"

I glare at him. I finally nod.

"Good! See, that wasn't hard, was it?"

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm!" I point to my mouth.

"What?"

"Mmmmmmmph! Mhm chmph tmmh!

"You can't talk? Who said you were allowed to talk? You're being punished by your master. You can still write, can't you? Tell everyone that you have laryngitis. No one will be the wiser, now will they? Don't forget, I have leverage over you now. Unless you want things to end very badly for you here, I suggest that you keep being a good girl and comply with my wishes."

I nod defeatedly.

"See you this afternoon."

He leaves my office like it's nothing. When the door closes, I throw a pencil at it. How am I going to do this? He expects me to walk around for the next four hours with a taped mouth?

I can do this. I have to do this. He'll ruin me if I don't. I just have to write everything down. I have laryngitis. I'll be fine in a few days. I have laryngitis. I write it on a legal pad at least fifty times.

"Mmmmmmmmph!" Suddenly, I am so fucking horny that I cannot stand it! My pussy is so damn wet, ugh! Shit! Shit! Oh God, why here, why now? I can't... I can't give into this feeling, shit, oh shit, my pussy is throbbing so badly! I need relief! I get up from my desk and check the hallway. It's still early. Not many professors are here yet. I creep down the hall to Jim's office. I knock and wait.

"It's open."

I go into the office and close the door behind me. I stand against it and look at him.

"Sharon? Is there something I can do for you?"

I nod.

"What's wrong?"

"Mmmmmm!" I point to my mouth and then to my groin. "Mmmmmmm!"

"Are you trying to tell me something?"

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" I fold my hands like I'm begging. I point to my mouth again, and my groin again as well.

Jim stands up.

"Horny?"

"Mmmmmmmm!" I nod.

"Need to be fucked?"

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm!" I nod again.

"Fucked and allowed to cum?"

"Mmmmmmmmm!"

"Heh, heh. Alright Sharon, I'll fuck you. I'll let you cum, but you have to wear that gag until I tell you to take it off. Might be this afternoon, might be this evening, might be tomorrow. How bad do you want to be fucked?"

"Mmmmph bhmmmph!"

"Very badly? Alright, then get over here and let me tie your hands."

I let him roughly bind my wrists. He bends me over the desk and drops my pants and hose.

"Oh yes, you are a wet girl, aren't you?"

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!"

Jim rubs my clit and pussy with his thumb. "Oh yes. Quite wet. I'm also quite hard. Do you want this dick?"

"Mmmmm, hmmmmm!"

"Tell me you want this dick."

"Mhm mmmph dmmmoh!"

"Is that the best you can say?"

"Mmmmmm, hmmmmmm!"

"Alright then, slut. Take this dick!"

He impales me with his hardness.

"Ooooh, shit! Mmmmm, this is the second time I've had you across my desk. Mmmmm, fuck, it's even better than yesterday! Fucking good pussy!" He slaps my ass as he thrusts which draws a few muffled screams from me.

"That's right bitch! Scream! Scream! You're my personal slut, Sharon! You belong to me now! Ugh! Ugh! Damn, fuck! Fuck!"

I am moaning and writhing. My body is so hungry. I push back on him. He finally takes his thumb and rubs my clit.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmph!" I cry in a high pitched voice.

"Cum! Cum, bitch!"

I let myself go and explode. He's not far behind. He pulls out of me. Next thing I know, he's kneeling behind me with his face in my pussy!

"Mmmmm! Hmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmph," I cry. Jim slides his tongue backwards until he touches my... anus! He begins licking me there! I've never had my anus licked, but oh my God, it feels good, especially when he slides his finger into my pussy and keeps licking my asshole. Shit, shit, I'm gonna cum again!

"Mmmmmmmmmm!"

"Don't you cum again," he growls. "Not until I say so! Unless you want another punishment!"

"Nmmmmmmmm!"

"Then fucking hold it!"

I can't! Goddamn it! I just can't! I'm gonna fucking cum! I can't stop it!

"Mmmmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!"

He pulls back from me.

"You came, didn't you?"

I nod.

"Okay. Punishment it is."

Ten minutes later, I'm naked and sitting on a rolling stool in the storage closet of his office. My hands are tied to the bar above my head. A really tight rope around my waist is tied to the center leg of the stool. My knees and ankles are bound tightly. In addition, I'm wearing nipple clamps and my eyes are now taped.

"I'll see you when my first classes are over. You think about what happens when you come without permission, slut!"

He closes the door. I hear the key turn in the lock. He's serious! I'm locked in here now! I'm naked, gagged, blindfolded and tied up! Nobody knows I'm here, except him!

"Mmmmmmmmmph! Phmmmmph dhmmm mmmmm mmh hmmmmph!"

It's no use. Until he comes back, I am stuck here.

Nobody can hear me. Even if they could hear me, how in the hell would I explain this? No one can find out about this! My career will be over.

I cannot panic. I have to think rationally. I'm the head of a department at a college! I cannot let my emotions or my desires continue to rule over me. I wriggle my hands to try and find a knot that I can pick at and get loose. I can't find one! The knot must be tied at the pole, but I cannot possibly reach it! Damn!

After a few minutes I have to stop because my arms are getting tired. My nipples hurt too! I try leaning back to take some of the pressure off my arms, but the rope around my waist will only allow me so much slack before it pulls me forward again.

"Mmmmmmmmph!" I groan in pain and frustration. I should have resisted. I should have said no. What if I did? He had that thing that he carries, a box cutter maybe? Who is to say that he really wouldn't hurt me?

I hear footsteps. A key turns in the lock of the storage room. I see light in my face but nothing else. I am aware of someone standing there.

"Hmmmph?"

A hand reaches out and touches my shoulder.

"Hmmmph? Hmmmph mmmph! Ummmmph mmmph!"

Two hands reach around my back and take the clamps off my nipples. Then the hands begin to play with my nipples! What the hell is going on? Who is this, and why are they fondling me instead of untying me?

"Mmmmmmph?"

The hands feel soft, softer and gentler than a man's hands. Is it a woman? Who? The hands run down my torso and caress the rope around my waist.

"Mmmmmmph? Wmmmmph mmmm mmmmph?"

The person doesn't answer me. She makes no move to untie me. Instead I feel something smooth press against my back. Then I feel something press to my face, that same smoothness. What is going on?

She unties my hands from the bar, finally! My arms flop into my lap. My shoulders are so sore that I doubt I'll ever be able to raise my arms again. The woman takes my bound hands and holds them to what feels like her neck. I feel some kind of jewelry, something soft with something bumpy on it. Then she brings my hands up her face to her chi and mouth. I gasp when I feel that same smoothness where her mouth should be. Oh my God, is her mouth taped too?

"Mmmmph mmm ghmmm?" I ask. She must understand because she answers,

"Mmmmmm, hmmmm."

She brings my hands against her cheek.

"Mmmmmmm? Mmmmm, hmmmm, mmmmmm!"

She unties my hands, but then pulls my arms behind me and ties my wrists together. She gives a pull, and now I can't raise my arms for real. Now my chest is sticking out. I'm virtually on display for this woman, but who is she? She has to be tied with Jim in some way. Why else would a woman with a taped mouth come in here and start messing with me?

I hear the tape being removed from her mouth. She speaks.

"Dr. Anderson, I'm Rachel. Rachel Dobson. I'm not here to hurt you. I know you want me to untie you, but I can't, not yet. Those weren't my instructions. Master told me to come and make you more comfortable. Are the ropes really tight?"

"Mmmmmm, hmmmm! Mmm mmmm mmmn ommmmm!"

"What are you trying to say?"

"Ommmmph!"

"Off? As in take them off?"

"Mmmmm, hmmmm, mmmmmm!" I nod and wriggle my torso.

"I told you that I can't untie you yet. Why don't I help you yourself?"

"Hmmmmm?"

"I never noticed," her voice lowers in pitch, "what great looking tits you have. Mind if I... examine them?"

"Mmmmmmm?"

Rachel begins to fondle and caress my nipples. She begins to kiss my taped mouth at the same time.

"Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, hmmmmm."

"Ever had a girl play with your tits before?"

"Mmmmmmm," I shake my head.

"Glad to be the first." She begins to kiss down my torso to where my waist has been tightly cinched by the rope tied around it.

"Mmmmmm," she laps her tongue out, "you have a delicious belly button." She begins to French kiss my navel. She slides her hand to my pubic hair.

"Can't reach your pussy exactly with your legs tied together. I know."

It sounds like she is looking for something. I hear a ripping sound. Something is taped to my pubic hair. It begins to vibrate. My clit and pussy start to quiver.

"Mmmmmmmmoh! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!"

"Well, I must be going. You enjoy until Master returns."

She replaces the nipple clamps again.

The light disappears. The door closes and is locked again. Why bother locking it? It's not like I can escape!

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmph!"

I scream. Oh shit, this feels so damn good! Fuck, I'm going to go crazy in here! I just toss my head back and just let the pleasure train take me where it wants to go. I have a strong and intense orgasm, followed by another, then another. By the time I am coming a fourth time, it is almost painful. My breasts are sore, and so are my shoulders. My mouth is very dry.

"Hmmmmmmph mmmmmmph! Hmmmmmm! Fhmmnph, mmmmph, phmmph! Shmmmm hmmmph!"

Another one is coming. I can't stop it! I have no control over my body anymore! I'm also sweating! I'm writhing, shaking, and sweating. I hear a key in the lock. Light bathes my face.

"Enjoying yourself, slut?"

"Mmmmmmmmmph! Phmmmmph! Hmmmmmph! Phmmmm hmmmm mmmmph!"

"Please help you?"

"Mmmmmmmm!" I nod.

"Tired?"

"Mmmmmmmmph!" I nod again.

"Been coming continuously?"

"Mmmmmm, hmmmmmm!"

"Alright. I think you've learned your lesson. Let's get you out of there."

Jim turns off the vibrator. My head drops to my chest. That's how tired I am. When he unties me from the stool, I practically fall on him. He carries me to the couch in his office.

"Mmmmmmmm," I point to my mouth.

"Oh, you can remove the gag now."

I remove the tape from my face and spit out my soaked panties.

"Water... please..."

"Here." Jim hands me a bottle of water. It's not cloudy, and the seal is intact. I hope it's safe. I hungrily drink the whole bottle down.

"So, Sharon, will you finally admit that you enjoyed being tied up?"

I'm freaking exhausted, too tired to fight.

"Yes, Jim, yes."

"The correct answer is 'Yes, Master' or 'Yes, Sir.' That is how a slave properly addresses the man that is dominating them. Ask Rachel."

"Yes, Master."

"You may get dressed now. You did very well for your first day."

I hurry and get dressed, except for my panties. When I am dressed I hightail it back to my office. I let the department secretary know that I'm taking the rest of the day off. I tell her that I have a horrid migraine coming on. She understands and tells me to feel better.

Outside I get into my car. Before I can start it up a hand clamps over my mouth and a needle is inserted into my neck. The world goes dark.

Chapter Three

When I wake up again I feel as if I'm in a car, but I can't see or move. I'm sitting up. That much I can tell. My arms are tightly pinned against my sides and crossed over my torso. Something behind my back is tied to each wrist and pulling my hands back behind me. My ankles are also tightly shackled together. I barely have room to wriggle. A tight belt of some kind is wrapped around my waist and holding me fast to the seat that I'm sitting in. I have something draped over my head and eyes that is preventing me from seeing.

"Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmph!" My mouth is stuffed with something. I can feel the stickiness of the tape holding the wadding inside.

"You're awake finally," a distorted voice says. I can't tell if it's male or female.

"Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmph Mrrrph, mmmmph!"

"There's no use in trying to speak," the voice says. "Your mouth has been professionally taped shut. You couldn't say an intelligent word if you tried. No harm will come to you if you cooperate, Dr. Anderson. Sit back and enjoy the ride."

"Mrrrph! Grmmmph! Ummmmph, trmmmph!" God, where am I? What have they done to me? "Prmmmph gmmmph orrmmmph!"

"I told you that I can't understand you. Yet you still try to communicate. I like your fiery spirit."

"Ommmmph!" I wriggle my torso as much as I can.

"You won't escape the bindings either. There are no ropes to pick at. You can't possibly reach up and undo your gag. I do like watching you struggle. I also like trying to decipher what it is you're muttering. Please, continue your attempts at talking. I find them to be a delicious turn on."

I grow silent.

"Now you wish to be quiet? I can fix that."

"Mmmmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmmmmph!" My pussy vibrates to life. How did I not notice that I have something taped inside my tunnel? I guess I've been so shocked at the way that I'm bound that I never noticed.

"That's a girl. You are better than the radio." A gloved hand reaches out and tweaks my nipple.

"Mmmmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmph!" I bend at the waist against the tight straps.

"Are you going to cum, Dr. Anderson?"

"Mmmmmmmph! Ormmmmph, hmmmmmmmph!"

"I'll take that as a yes. You may cum if you like."

"Hmmmmmmmmph!" My back arches against the seat. Fire explodes from my stimulated pussy. I bite down hard on the wadding in my mouth. My neck bends back so hard that I pray it doesn't snap. The hand continues to finger my nipples through the silky material covering me.

"Cum hard," the voice says. "That's a good girl. Now I want you to say, I'm a horny fuck slut."

"Mmmrm hrmmmph mmmmph mmmmph!"

"Can you enunciate a little better, Dr. Anderson? I would expect more from the head of a university department."

What do you want me to do? I'm gagged, stupid!

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" I shake my head.

"So that's the best you can say?"

"Mmmmmmmph, mmmmmmph," I nod. "Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmph, mmmmmmmph!"

"Oh, you're still vibrating, aren't you?"

"Mmmmmm, hmmmmmm!"

"You can give me one more good orgasm before I turn this off, can't you?" The hand pinches my nipples hard.

"Mmmmmmmmmmph!"

"I need an answer, slut!"

"Mmmmmmmmph!" I nod.

"Yes what? You can cum again?"

"Mmmmmmmmph, mmmmmmmmm!" Just shut up and let me cum, dammit!

"Let me hear you say it. Ask permission."

"Phmmmph chmmmph mmmrph cmmph?"

"That's a good slave. Yes, you may."

I arch my back once more while the earthquake takes over. It shakes me again and again. When I finally begin to recover, the vibrating stops. I pant heavily.

"Thank you for an enjoyable ride." The car or whatever I'm in stops. I hear doors opening and closing. Someone lifts me up and stands me on my feet.

"Mmmmmph! Mrrrmmmmph, mmmmmrph!"

Something heavy is dropped over my head. I feel something rough being pulled down around me. More rope around my ankles seals me in whatever this thing is. I wriggle a little and hear some rustling. More rope is wrapped around me. Then I'm lifted into the air. Something starts moving.

"Mmmmmmmph! Hmmmmph mmmmmph! Rrrmmmmph!"

"She makes a lot of noise, doesn't she?"

"It's okay. He likes them noisy. Why do you think she's gagged so tight?"

"Mmmmmmph!" I move to the right. My shoulder hits something rigid. When I move to the left I hit what feels like a wall. Am I in a box? I kick out with my feet only to hit a third wall.

"Mmmmmmph! Mmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmph!" I yell.

"Just take it easy in there slave," says the distorted voice. "You got plenty of air. It won't be much longer."

Just where the hell am I? Who has taken me and why?

"Set it down here."

I think I hear Jim's voice. I should have known.

"Open it."

I hear something creak open. Cool air bathes my body.

"Well Sharon, I see you've made it."

"Mmmmmmph! Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmph!" I squirm in whatever this thing is that they have me tied up in. My limbs hurt, and I'm sweating profusely.

"Put her on the floor. Leave her in the sack. I'm going to get a little video of her struggles. Help her out and turn the vibrator back on."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Oh shit, that thing is going again. I cannot hold still. I roll around on what feels like a cement floor. I roll onto my stomach and draw my knees to my chest.

"Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!"

"Very lovely, slut," Jim says. "Stop the vibrator. Get her out of the sack and get her tied to the pillar."

Who is he talking to? It must be more than one person because I am quickly freed from the sack at last, as well as the strange contraption they used to tie me up earlier. A cloth is pulled tightly over my eyes. Another one is pulled over my taped mouth. Some hands pull me up and walk me forward. The cool air stings my skin. I'm naked! I am pushed against a flat wall. One arm is pulled to one side and one to the other side. Rope is wrapped around them, and they are secured to something behind me, each other, maybe? All I know is that I cannot move my arms forward. My ankles are tied similarly. Now I'm tied to this pillar? My nipples feel like hard raisins in the cool air.

"Ah Sharon," Jim says, "you have never looked more ravishing than you do now, except when I had you tied in my closet earlier. That was especially delicious."

"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmph!"

"Frustrating not being able to speak, isn't it, my dear? I also think you find is especially exciting."

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" I shake my head.

"You're such a bad liar. If that's true, why when I ordered you to gag yourself earlier were you in my office begging for me to fuck you because you were so horny? Hmmmm?"

Shit! He's got me there.

"In fact, I'm willing to bet that your pussy is very wet now, isn't it, Sharon?"

"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmm!" I shake my head.

"If you keep lying to me, I will have to punish you. I have to warn you that my punishments can be painful as well as humiliating. I might force you to sit through a board meeting with a tight gag in your mouth and a crotch rope in your pussy."

"Nmmmmmph!"

"Perhaps I should leave you tied and gagged in the janitor's closet at the next faculty party with a nice big butt plug in your ass and a vibrator in your pussy. Imagine that, all those people being so close to you, and yet no one will free you because they can't hear your muffled screams and cries."

"Nmmmmmph! Phmmmmph!"

"Please what? Please don't humiliate you like that?"

"Mmmmmmmm!"l nod vigorously.

He takes a hold of my chin.

"You're mine now, Sharon. You belong to me, mind, body, and soul. I own you. You are my sex slave. You will serve me however I ask."

Something somewhat soft, yet feeling like wood, taps my hip kind of hard.

"Mmmmmmmmph!"

"Oh, did I introduce you to my cane, Sharon? He is going to keep you in line, won't you?"

He's crazy! On my God, he is fucking nuts!

The cane taps my lower abdomen. I try to move to the side to avoid it. I pull my abdominal muscles in, then push them down and out when I can no longer hold my breath.

"What was that, slut? Some kind of sexy move?"

Fuck. I didn't mean to do it. It was an accident!

"It's called a belly roll," one of the distorted voices says. "It's a move done by belly dancers."

"Why Sharon, you've been holding out on me. You never told me that you belly danced."

"Mmmmmmmmph!" I growl at the distorted voice. Thanks for ratting me out! Now he's going to want me to do it for him!

"You will do some sexy belly rolls for me until I tell you to stop," Jim says. "If you stop beforehand," he taps my hip with the cane, "you'll get this! Now, roll your belly, slave!"

"Mmmmmmmph!" I cry out when he slaps my hip with the cane again. My abdominal muscles begin to move immediately, in, down, and out, in, down, and out.

"Slowly, slowly," Jim bellows. "I want to enjoy watching you move this way."

I press my ass into the pillar and keep moving. After a while I reverse the move and make it start from the bottom and go in, up, and out. Then I start to get a little tired.

"Mmmmm, she's so sexy, don't you agree?"

"Yes, Master," says the second distorted voice. Master? Is it another slave?

"Take her down from the pillar and bring her to the couch. I'm ready for the next step."

The next step?

I'm untied from the pillar and walked across the room to something. They make me turn and sit. My wrists are bound in front of me, then raised above my head and bound to something that makes me unable to lower my arms. My legs are spread and my ankles fastened to something with rope. Now I am vulnerable and on display!

"Do you want the egg removed, Master?"

"No. Leave it in. We can use it while I fuck her. You, get over here and clamp her nipples."

"Nmmmmmmmph!" I scream.

"You are in no position to stop anything here," the voice says. A shooting pain erupts from my nipple as a claw like thing grabs the delicate flesh on the right and then the left.

"Such a beautiful pink pussy," Jim says. He taps it with the cane.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you, Sharon? Second time today? Tell me, is your clit real sensitive right now?" He taps my swollen button.

"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmm, hmmmmmmm!"

"I'll take that as a yes. Now I'm going to ask you again, do you want your master to fuck you?"

"Mmmmmmm, hmmmmmm!" I squeal.

"Ask permission."

"Phmmm fhmmm mmmmph, Mmrrph!"

"That's my good girl. Yes, I will."

He pushes the head of his cock into my pussy and wiggles it around. He pulls back, then pushes forward a little more and moves it in a circle.

"Mmmmmmmmm! Phmmmm!"

"Hungry, slave girl? Hungry for some hard cock in your deep, delicious pink pussy?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" I nod. Oh God, how can this be? I'm a married woman, a happily married woman, and here I am begging another man to fuck me. I am so ashamed, yet I'm so desperately horny!

"You crave this dick, don't you, Sharon? You want your white master to claim that black pussy, don't you? Tell me!"

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!" I nod.

"Mmmm, hmmm isn't good enough. If you want me to fuck you, what do I want to hear?"

"Phmmm thmmmm mmmmph bhmmm phmmmph!"

"Ah, close enough, my sweet gagged girl. Uhhhhhhh!" His cock slides into me. It pushes the egg further. It begins to vibrate.

"Ohmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmph!"

"Shit, oh shit! Goddamn, oh that fucking feels good! Fuck! Shit! Goddamn, why didn't I think of this before! Oh fuck! Holy fuck!"

Jim begins to thrust hard and fast, then he stops and kisses me softly across my captive mouth.

"You have no idea how good you feel to me. You're gonna be the latest in my harem of girls. Being the newest, uhhhhh," he groans, "there's gonna be a little initiation. I'll... Uhhhh, tell you about that later. For now," he kisses me again, "I'm gonna enjoy this pussy! Fuck!"

His hips slam into mine with so much vigor and power that I'm afraid he might go through the wall of my womb!

"Mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!" I scream.

"Don't cum yet," Jim growls. "You wait for me... uhhhhhhhhhh! Shit! Shit!" His body stiffens tightly. He pushes on the thing I'm sitting on with both hands.

"Cum!" he orders me, his voice hoarse and tight, "cum!"

I thrust into him with my pussy clenching his dick and the egg going crazy inside of me. He pulls out and says,

"Get over here and clean her pussy! Make sure you get every drop of my cum!"

"Yes, Master," the second distorted voice says.

"Enjoy having your pussy eaten, Sharon. I want to see your belly rolling while you are being eaten."

"Mmmmmmmmmmph!" I jump when a mouth appears between my legs. The tongue begins licking every bit of Jim's cum from my intimate flesh. Then the teeth run over my clit and across my lips. Clearly my belly now has a mind of its own as it begins to roll toward the mysterious girl eating me out. Combined with that and the buzzing egg, I cum again in her mouth.

"Hmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!"

My head falls to my chest. I am exhausted and hoarse. I can't or don't want to move any more. I fall into an involuntary, exhausted sleep.

When I open my eyes again, I'm in my car in the university parking lot. Who dressed me? Who brought me back here? Was I dreaming? I look around wildly. My purse is on the floor beside me. I get an alert that means I have a text message. I reach down and open it. I hear the muffled moans of a woman. Then my heart drops to my stomach.

That's ME in the video! I'm in what appears to be some kind of loft or warehouse somewhere. I'm tied to this gaudy looking red couch while Jim slams into me. Nearby I see two naked girls. They are too far out of camera range for me to tell who they are.

Another text comes in. It says,

"You were amazing today. For now I'd keep this between us unless you want the whole faculty and your husband to knew what a slut you are, Sharon. I think even though you are tied up, the noises you're making it's evident that you are enjoying this. I'll be in touch, soon."

What have I done?

Chapter Four

I manage to avoid Jim for the next several days. I don't stay in my office, for one thing. I go and observe classes, I spend time in the library, I go for walks around campus, and I have security escort me to my car. They never leave until I have checked my car and make sure that nobody is hiding in the backseat. To my surprise, he doesn't call, text, or email.

I manage to avoid him for a good five days. My husband even comes home during that time, and we spend the entire weekend wrapped around each other. I push Jim far out of my mind. Isaac never has to know what went on between us.

That's my prayer.

On Monday evening, I walk into my office, close the door and sit at my desk. When I do is when I hear knocking and moaning from my storage closet. If that's two kids making out in my storage closet I am going to be absolutely livid! I open the door. To my shock and surprise, it's Marcy, the girl who recorded Jim harassing her. She's stark naked and sitting on a stool with her wrists tied to the metal bar above her. Her thighs and ankles are also bound together. Her nipples are clamped with two wooden clothespins. Around her waist is a rope that's been pulled tightly and tied to the middle leg of the stool. A long white rag tied over her face is gagging her.

"Marcy!"

"Phmmmmph! Mmmmmmph!"

"Don't worry honey, I'm gonna get you untied, and then I'm calling the police!"

I pull the cloth down from her mouth. She has duct tape pressed firmly over her lips.

"Mmmmmmmmmmph!" she cries.

"I'm gonna take this off your mouth right now."

"Mmmmmmmmmph!"

A hand clamps over my mouth. An arm pulls me backwards. She was trying to warn me!

"Hmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!"

I scream.

"Hello, Sharon. I see that my little bait trap worked," Jim hisses in my ear. "Did you really think that you could get away from me forever?"

He pulls me back away from the closet. Marcy is still struggling in vain.

"Well, now that I have two of my favorite girls here, let's have a little fun, shall we?" He throws me onto the sofa that sits under the window.

"You sick fuck! Let her go now!"

"Or what? You'll call the police? Go ahead. I'm dying to see what they will think of that video footage that I shot of you last week. Better yet, what would your husband think? Hmmm? He has no idea that his wife is a bondage slut."

"You take that back! You forced me!"

"And you enjoyed every minute of it! How many times did you cum, Sharon? Five, six, seven times? Did you lose count?"

I look at him with narrowed eyes, breathing heavily.

"I know what your reputation means to you, Sharon. I also know that you love your husband. Do you think he'd still want you if he knew the truth?"

Tears sting my eyes.

"What do you want?"

"For starters, pull that cloth back over Marcy's mouth and nose. Then take off your clothes."

"Fine!"

I get up and start to walk toward Marcy when he stops me.

"You forgot something."

"What?"

He grips my arm harder.

"Ahhhhhh! You're hurting me!"

"What do I want to hear, slave?"

"Yes... m... master!"

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

He releases my arm.

"Now do what I told you. Move!"

"Yes, Master."

I go over to Marcy.

"Mmmmmmph! Mhm mmmmph!"

"I'm sorry, Marcy. I'm so sorry."

I pull the cloth over her mouth and nose. She looks pleadingly at me.

"Clothes off!" Jim bellows.

I take off everything, my blouse, pants, camisole, bra, hose and shoes.

"Take off your panties and stuff them in your mouth."

I sigh, ball up my panties and put them in my mouth and close my lips around them.

"Tape your mouth shut," Jim hands me a roll of some wide white tape that looks like some kind of hospital grade material. "Around your head! Don't stop until I tell you to!"

Fuck! I pull the tape out from the roll. It feels rubbery and bouncy. When I lay it across my face I can tell that it adheres to my skin quite well. I wrap it around my head, once, twice, three times.

"Stop there," Jim says. "Put your hands behind your back."

I do as I'm told. He binds my wrists together. When he's done, he reaches from behind me and cups my breasts.

"Nipples hard already, eh slave girl? Turned on, or just cold?"

"Fhmmmph mmmmmmph!"

"That's all you have to say? That's okay. You'll have more to say later. Move it!"

He grabs my arm and makes me go over to the closet. He bends me over and threads rope from my wrists over the bar and secures a knot. Then he wraps rope around my waist, wrapping and pulling tight several times before threading it between my legs and pulling the free ends up to the metal bar and making another knot.

"Mmmmmmmph! Gmmmmmph ommmmmph hmmmmmph!" I cry. My pussy and clit are screaming with the rope splitting them in two. Jim kneels before Marcy.

"You did a good job, my pet. I'm going to untie you. I want you to do a few things to your slave sister for being such a bad girl this week. If you don't, then I will punish you as well."

"Mmmmmmmmmph!" Marcy nods. She looks sadly at me. I know this is not her will. Jim frees her from the stool but doesn't remove her gag. He stands her up and hands her a riding crop.

"Give her a few taps to show what happens when my girls are disobedient."

Marcy stands behind me with the rising crop. She strikes my ass with a quick and loud slap.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmph!" That fucking stings! She strikes it again and a third time.

"Get her legs too!"

"Mmmmmmmmph! Hmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!" I jump every time she strikes me. It hurts, man!

"That's enough, my pet. Put the crop down. Tease your sister to nice big orgasm."

Marcu nods. She walks behind me and begins to massage my sore ass.

"Mmmmmmmmmph!" I scream.

"Harder, my pet. Get in there and massage that nice ample ass for your master. Play with her crotch rope. Make her cum and drip all over!"

Marcy yanks on the rope between my legs and pulls me to her torso.

"Mmmmmmmm! Hmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!"

She runs her hands up and down my back and pulls on my rope some more. I hate to admit that I'm getting turned on by the constant pressure of the rope. She slaps my ass a few more times.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmph!"

"Make her cum!"

Marcy yanks and slaps and hanks and slaps me again and again until I scream with pleasure. My vagina pulsates around the rope.

"Heh, heh, good job. Now, untie the crotch rope from the bar. Take the free ends and wrap them around her waist.

I breathe a sigh of relief once my pussy lips are free.

"Undo my pants. Put my cock in her pussy."

What? Oh my God, would she?

I look behind me, and she is doing it! She unzips his pants. His large hard cock springs free. She guides him to my now vulnerable and still pulsating sex. Jim easily slides into me.

"Ohhhhhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Mmmmm, this pussy feels good! Marcy, my pet, you may touch yourself while you watch me take your slave sister."

To my horror, Marcy lays on the sofa, spreads her legs and begins masturbating. This cannot be happening! This is my office, not a sex dungeon!

Yet, what can I do? I'm also tied and gagged and the mercy of a crazy man who is going to town fucking me. Jim is thrusting quite slowly, taking his time as he pushes into me, then slowly pulling back out before sliding back in.

"Mmmm, Sharon," he takes his finger and wiggles it around my anus, "why does your pussy always feel so good to me?"

"Mmmmmmmmmph!" His finger slides into my ass! What the fuck? He begins to wiggle it around as he continues his rhythmic slow thrusting.

"Taking my time to savor this pussy and this ass," he whispers. "Do you like it slow and long, Sharon? Hmmm?" He dips his finger down.

"Mmmmmmmmph! Ormmmmmph, mmmmmmmph!!"

"Did I hit the right spot? Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" I nod.

"Oooh shit," he says, "I love the sounds you're making. Tell me, do you like being tied and gagged? Huh? Does it feel good?"

"Mmmmmmmmmm!"

"Your panties all soggy in your mouth, can't talk," he begins to thrust harder, "can't scream or beg, all you can do is moan! Uhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhh! Fuck!" He twists his finger faster as he begins to rub my clit and thrust faster too!

"Mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmm! Hmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!"

"I want you to cum, Sharon!! Cum with my finger in your tight hole! Cum!"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" My screams become high pitched. Jim thrusts harder and harder until I his body stiffens. He pulls out of me and turns to Marcy.

"Did you come yet, my pet?"

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm," she shakes her head.

"I can fix that. First, let me secure your sister."

Secure me? How? I get my answer when Jim pushes what I think is the metal egg into my pussy and slides a lubricated something into my ass. He redoes the crotch rope so that nothing can slip out of me. He turns on the egg with a remote control and closes the closet door.

"Mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!" I begin moving my ass in circles as I thrust with the toys tied inside of me. I can hear Marcy moaning. I can only imagine what Jim is going to her. Oh fuck, I cannot think logically right now. I just want to cum again! Fuck! I can't think of anything besides how incredible my body feels. The pleasure waves just keep coming! Fireworks continually erupt from my pussy and ass! My fingers open and close. I arch my back and sag my belly all in an effort to keep the orgasms coming.

"Mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmm! Gmmmmmm! Hmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!" I'm no longer moaning, but grunting. "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm! Hmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm! Fhmmmm!"

Here comes another one. Shit! How many orgasms can one woman have? Fuck!

"Hmmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Gmmmmmmm!"

Suddenly, it's quiet. The closet door opens. Marcy is alone. She is fully dressed. The gag is gone.

"It's time for me to free you, Dr. Anderson."

When my mouth is free, I have had some water and I'm dressing is when I finally ask Marcy,

"Can we speak woman to woman?"

She looks around.

"He's gone," I say in a low tone. "Marcy, you know that I just cannot let this go!"

"Dr. Anderson, with all due respect, I cannot talk about this!"

"Why not?"

She looks around again.

"Professor Zucharelli, he... he's holding my scholarship over my head! I shouldn't have told you. Now he's got you too."

"How many of us are there exactly?"

She shrugs her shoulders.

"I really don't know, but there's nothing we can do about it! He has stuff on every single girl!"

"My God!"

"God has nothing to do with this, Dr. Anderson. We just have to do his bidding."

"Until when?"

"For me and the others, until we graduate, and then, I don't know. Again, I'm so sorry I got you involved. I didn't know he would..." she turns and hurries out of my office.

There's no use in calling her back. She won't come. I glance at my watch. Holy shit! It's past nine! I am never out this late without calling or texting Isaac. He must be worried sick!

I wash my face in the bathroom and lock up my office before hurrying to the faculty parking garage. I'm so flustered that I don't flag down security. I do check my backseat to be sure. When I see that it's clear, I jump in and check my phone. I have a message from Isaac.

"Hey. Late dinner with a client. I wanted to ask you to join me, but you didn't answer in time. That's okay. Next time. I'll be home about 11. Be safe. Love you."

I see that I missed three calls from him. Damn! Still, I dodged a bullet there. Now I need to get my ass home and in the shower!

I don't remember the drive home. I just remember that suddenly I'm in my house. I strip off my clothes in the laundry room and throw everything into the wash and start the cycle. I hurry upstairs in the nude to the master suite. I get into the shower and literally scrub my skin until it's damn near raw. I get out, dry off, lotion my skin down and slap some deodorant under my arms. Then I brush my teeth with a mixture of baking soda, toothpaste and water. I also rinse my mouth and gargle with some of my husband's mouthwash. It tastes like cough syrup, but it works. When I'm done I finally feel clean again. All that done, I slip a nightgown over my head and climb into bed.

The next thing I know my husband is slipping his arm around me. He gently kisses my cheek.

"I love you," he whispers. "Goodnight."

Oh God, now I really feel guilty!

In the morning, Isaac lifts my nightgown and runs his hand up and down my leg.

"Mmmmm, good morning," I say sleepily.

"Good morning," he whispers. "Got time for me?"

I can't tell him no. He'll get suspicious.

"Just let me brush my teeth," I say.

I slip out of bed and walk to the bathroom. I brush my teeth, use the bathroom and dampen a washcloth to dab between my legs. I come back into the room and slide into bed beside Isaac. He is naked and pressing his hard cock into my ass.

"Sharon," he groans, "I need this gone." He tugs at my gown.

I lift the gown up and over my head. Isaac cups my breasts from behind and nuzzles my neck.

"Mmmmm," he whispers in my ear, "I missed you yesterday."

"I missed you too. I'm sorry that I had to work late."

"Let's not even think about work," he says, his hand slipping from my breast and down to my mound of hair. "Right now, all I want to think about is you. Open these legs for me."

I part my legs. His hand captures my clit between two fingers while he massages my breast with the other hand.

"Unhhhhh! Isaac," I pant. He works his finger lower until it's inside of me.

"So warm and wet," he purrs. He presses his erection into my ass. I lift my leg so that he can enter me from behind.

"Oh my love!" I gasp. I turn my head back to kiss him. He captures my mouth so expertly. As he slides in and out of me he holds my leg up and out of the way, giving me small and intimate kisses.

"You feel so good to me," he whispers. "Mmmmm, mmmm, baby..."

Isaac rolls on top of me. He wraps me in his arms. Our tongues dive deep into each other's mouths. Our parts meet in a perfect union. My legs spread even further. I begin to thrust with him.

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmm," I moan into his mouth. Damn! I sound like I do when I'm gagged!

Sharon, stop it! Don't even go there! This is your husband, the man that you love, the father of your children! You cannot be thinking about that nasty man at school, my mind tells me.

So why are my moans driving me crazy? Crazy enough to cum!

I scream into my husband's mouth. My legs lock tightly around him. He raises up a bit and presses his hands into the pillow on each side of my head.

"Uhhhhhhhhh! Shit!" His body stiffens before he collapses beside me panting. I smile and roll onto my side.

"I take it you enjoyed it?"

"Always," he says, kissing me. "Now I can start my day." He holds his hand out to me. I sit up.

"Shower together?" he asks.

"Sure. That would be lovely."

Isaac warms up the shower for us. I step in beside him when it's ready. He steps back and lets me have the spray for a few moments.

"Honey?"

"Yes?" I ask.

"What happened? You got some bruises back here."

Bruises? Oh no! Damn!

"Where?"

"All over your butt and thighs."

"Oh that? I just took a little tumble down the stairs at school. I was rushing, and I slipped. I didn't fall far, maybe five or six steps."

"Do they hurt?" he looks concerned.

"Hmmmm? Just a little tender is all."

"Honey," Isaac gently kisses me, "please be more careful. I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

"I will, I promise."

Inside I am boiling mad. I am going to confront Jim the first chance I get!

This cannot happen again!

Chapter Five

When I get to school, I am ready to march into Jim's office and tell his freaky ass off, but then I stop. What if he makes me wear a gag all day? The last time he tried that, I ended up fucking him, tied up in his closet and then abducted. That makes me change my mind. There's no telling what he might do to me. I quietly go to my office. I unlock the door and enter slowly. I keep my back to the wall and look around to make sure that no one is hiding. I check the closet, behind the couch and under my desk. When I see that it's clear I finally hang up my coat, sit down and put my briefcase on my desk.

I am satisfied that no one is in my office, but still, I feel paranoid. I don't feel safe anymore.

"Good morning, Slut Sharon."

My head snaps up. I see Jim standing in my doorway.

"Keep your voice down," I say through gritted teeth. I jump up and rush to close my door. Jim just watches with a smug look on his face.

"What's the matter? Are you afraid that someone will hear me? Are you afraid that they will find out what a slut you really are?"

I turn on him fiercely.

"You just love throwing that word around, don't you? I am not a slut!"

"Oh no? I think this video of you will change your mind. Check your phone."

My phone dings. I unlock it and see that I have a text message. I open it. Immediately I can hear my own muffled grunts and groans. It's a night vision video of me tied up in the closet with the toys teasing my pussy and my ass! I see all the gyration and movements of my lower body that I was making in an effort to make myself cum again and again.

"Delicious, I'd say. I wonder what our colleagues would say if they could see that video? Do you think you'd still be head of this department, Sharon?"

Tears spring to my eyes.

"Please don't show this to anyone! You can't do this!"

"Oh yes, I can, and I will, if you don't get on your knees and give me a blow job right now."

I slam my phone down on my desk.

"Fine!"

I start to get on the floor when he stops me.

"Hands behind your back first."

I reluctantly hold my hands behind my back while he binds my wrists. I kneel down in front of him. He undoes his zipper and his semi/hard cock pokes through the hole. I open my mouth. Jim grabs the back of my head and begins fucking my mouth. He pushes his cock so far back that I gag a couple of times. Then he begins thrusting in and out of my lips.

"More tongue," he says. "Ahhhh, that's better. Oh yeah, that's a good girl. Mmmmm, yes, right there!"

He thrusts a few more times before he pulls his cock free from my mouth, but still holds my head in his hand.

"Here, chew on these!" He shoves some red panties into my mouth. I have no idea whose they are! He quickly whips out a roll of black electrical tape and begins winding it around my head from my nose to my chin.

"Get up," he orders. I stand to my feet. "Over the couch. Now!"

"Mmmmmmmmph!"

He bends me over the couch and pulls my pants and panties down.

"I need a quick fuck, slave! I think you do too!"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" I scream. He slides his finger across my pussy.

"My slut is already wet. Perfect. I should have no problems getting up in that sweet pussy."

Despite my muffled protests he presses the head of his cock to my pussy. He slides in a bit and retracts. He slides in again and retracts once more. The head of his cock slides up and down my entrance. His finger begins to rub my clit.

Fuck!

"Mmmmmmmm! Hmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmph!"

"You're aroused, aren't you, my sweet slut?"

"Hmmmmmmph!"

"I'll take that as a yes. Do you need to cum?"

"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm," I nod. Indeed, I do! My body has suddenly become so hot with arousal that I know cumming is the only thing that will fix it.

"I'm not sure that I believe you. Show me that you want this dick."

"Mmmmmmmm!" I push my pelvis back towards him.

"You can do better than that! Wiggle that big ass of yours!"

I close my eyes and shift my hips from side to side.

"Roll that pretty ass in a circle!"

I do as I'm told. Right now I just want to cum!

"Very good. Alright, you earned a nice fuck from your master!"

Jim begins again sliding into me slowly, then retracting, then in, then a retraction, and finally fully inside of me.

"Ohhhhhhh," he moans, "fuck! Shit, I don't know why your pussy is so good to me, but it is! Nice and warm! Hugs my dick just right! Move those hips!"

I start pushing back against him. I move my hips from side to side and in circles. His dick hits the walls of my pussy like a spoon stirring coffee! I can't believe I'm doing this, but I can't stop now! I must cum!

"Yes! Yes! Oh, that's a good girl! Aw shit, you should see the view I have of this delicious ass! Keep fucking me, slave! Yes, keep fucking your master! Do you want to cum?"

"Mmmmmm, hmmmmm!" I nod.

"Ask my permission."

"Phmm mhhmm! Cnm mm phmmm chmm?"

"Cum for me, slut!"

My feet raise up as I raise my ass even higher to get his cock to rub my clit at just the right angle.

"Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmm, hmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!" My pussy clenches hard around his cock. It pulsates and throbs. My body stiffens and relaxes.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh!" Jim lets out a loud groan. He grabs my hips and groans some more. He shoots load after load into me before finally pulling out of me.

"Damn, that was good! Better than coffee." He pulls me to my feet.

"You did good, Slut Sharon. I suppose I should untie you so that you can get back to work." He reaches around and unties my wrists.

"If I were you, I'd air this room out. It smells like sex. Thanks again for the quickie. I'll see you later, maybe sooner." He kisses my cheek before leaving my office.

As soon as he's gone I find my scissors and cut the tape off my face. I spit out the panties. I run into my private bathroom and quickly bathe between my legs. I also rinse my mouth and fix my makeup. Once that's done, I light one of my scented candles and crack a window open. Just as I'm finishing up there a knock on my door.

"Eh... come in!"

"Hi, Dr. Anderson. I just wanted to remind you that the board meeting is at 10." It's only the department secretary.

"Oh, yes, I didn't forget. I'll be there." I nervously brush my hand over my clothes.

"Are you okay, Dr. Anderson?"

"I feel great, why?"

"You just look a little flushed."

"I'm fine. Don't worry."

I give her a gentle smile.

"Well, if you say so."

She leaves and closes my door. I go and flop in my desk chair.

That was just way too close! I sit back and take some deep breaths. I glance at the clock on my wall. It's almost nine. Good. I have an hour to collect myself.

I cannot keep doing this! Sooner or later someone is going to catch us, and then...

Then I will lose everything.

I spend the next hour pacing. I just cannot be still. Every time I sit down my mind begins to race with all of the things that will happen if my secret gets out. So I just keep it moving. Finally, at ten minutes to ten I sit down because I'm starting to get sweaty. At five minutes to ten I make my way to the conference room. I notice that the door is closed and the blinds are down. Maybe I'm the first one to attend. I open the door. That's when I see them. There are a dozen, well, figures dressed in what appears to be black hooded clothing. Before I can rush back out the door I am seized. A wet cloth is clamped over my face. I sink down into the darkness.

Chapter Six

When I come to I am standing on what feels like a concrete floor. My feet are bare. Cold air blows across my naked skin. My nipples stand on end. Little bumps run up and down my arms. My wrists are criss-crossed and tied above my head to a dangling rope. I cannot see a thing. I'm tightly blindfolded. Even when I tilt my head back I can see nothing. I toss my head around even though I know that it won't dislodge the blindfold tied over my eyes. It also won't do anything about the tape wrapped around my head or the cloth tied over my mouth. I'm sure that the only part of my face visible is my nose. My ankles are tied to something. I can't tell what. I know one thing.

This definitely isn't a board meeting!

"Our newest sister is here to be broken," a distorted voice says. "She must be educated about her place as a slave."

Educated about my place as a slave? What in bloody hell?

"Mmmmmmmmph!" I shake my head.

"You have no say in this matter," the voice says.

"Mmmmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph!" I jump when something strikes my butt. It strikes me again and again, at least five times. As I try to recover from the stinging in my behind, a cord is wrapped around my waist and pulled tightly. It is pulled tighter with every turn, threaded through my legs and knotted at the small of my back. Two clamps also capture my nipples.

"You will stay like this," the strange voice says, "until we see fit to let you go."

"Hmmmmmph! Nmmmmmph! Phmmm dhmm lmmmph mmmph hmmmph! Hmmmmmmph! Hmmmmmmmph!"

A door closes. It sounds like it's a distance away. God, where am I? Am I still on campus? I cannot see anything before me but white. My shoulders are beginning to cramp a little bit. I wish I could sit down! I sag a bit into my bondage. When I do the rope between my legs begins to rub my clit and pussy.

As before, at first I fight the sensations until they become too much for me to bear. Finally I am forced to give into the pleasure. I rock and roll my hips in an effort to make myself cum. Then I sag once again. My body weight makes the crotch rope pull and tighten. My waist feels like it has been cinched at least an inch. I thrust my upper body forward while pushing my butt in the air.

"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmm, hmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm," I grunt. A puddle has formed between my legs. Juice runs down from my aroused pussy. I can't believe how wet I have become in a short time. Almost on their own do my hips begin moving again like I'm tracing a figure eight on the wall with them. I need to cum! I cannot deny my body this pleasure. I grunt and scream into my thick gag. I toss my head back and let go, screaming and moaning from deep within my throat this time.

"You are a cumslut, aren't you?" says the distorted voice. When did someone come back in here? "Admit that you like being tied and gagged and helpless. Admit it to me, and I will let you down."

"Mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!" I nod.

"Are you a cumslut?"

"Mmmmmmmmm!"

"Say it!"

"Mhm mmmm chmm smmmph!"

"And you like being tied and gagged."

"Mhm mmmm thmmm mmmhm ghmmph!"

"That's a good slave."

The ropes on my arms go lax. They fall in front of me like something dead falling from the sky. My ankles are also untied. I stumble back and forth. I am very sore from hanging by my arms. Some gloved hands catch me.

"That was just part one. The sequel is even better."

I am made to sit in a chair. My hands are lifted up, my elbows bent, and my wrists secured behind my head in that position. More rope around my waist secures me in place. My ankles are tied apart to the legs of the chair.

"How do those nipples feel? Sore yet?"

"Mmmmmmmmm!" I nod. A gloved hand pats them. I squeal in pain.

"Pain can be pleasure, cumslut. How does your pussy feel?"

"Mmmmm, mmmmmmmm!"

"You can do better than that. In fact, I suggest you do annunciate, slave."

"Mmmmph fhmm mmmmph!"

"Come now, is that the best you tell me?"

"Mmhm chmm tmmmmph! Mmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmm!"

"Heh, heh, isn't it frustrating when you're trying so hard to speak but the gag is stopping you?"

"Mmmmm, hmmmmmm, mmmmmm!"

"I like the sounds you're making. I also am enjoying having you tied and gagged like this. You look so sexy."

The hands rub my breasts.

The blindfold is removed from my eyes. However, I still can't see. I'm in a darkened room. I can't see two or three feet in front of me. Suddenly though, a light appears in front of me. No, wait, it's a television screen, a huge one. On it appears a woman in a belly dancer's costume, but I cannot see her face. She begins to roll her belly.

"Belly rolls are a seductive and hypnotic move used by belly dancers to further enhance their craft and entice their audience," says a male voice.

"We know that you are very turned on by belly dancing," the distorted voice says, "both dancing and watching. How long will it be before you cum again?"

"Mmmmmmmmph," I groan.

A beautiful woman in an orange belly dancer's costume appears on the screen. She is heavily pregnant. Yet she moves so gracefully across the screen. She is dancing in a studio. She turns to the mirror and holds her veil above her head and begins to roll her belly. My pussy tightens. My nipples harden under the painful clamps.

"Isn't she beautiful, cumslut? Could you see yourself dancing like that, your belly so full and so round from your master's child? Can you see it?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmph!" I moan. I toss my head back and thrust my bound pussy forward.

"Feeling the fire from your captive sex, slave girl?"

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm!" I nod.

The scene changes again, this time to a bound and gagged woman sitting naked on the lap of a man. She is facing the camera as he bounces her on his lap. He stops and slaps her ass.

"Come on and rock those hips," he says. "Fuck me, you bound slut!"

"Ommmmmmph," she moans. "Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!" She rolls her pelvis in circles.

"That's it," he coaxes, "that's a good girl! Oh fuck, fuck, mmmm, make yourself cum on this dick!"

He reaches around and rubs her clit while she rolls her hips. She begins moaning frantically and loudly. I know that she's cumming.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmph!" I groan. "Mmmmmmmmm! Hmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmph!" Oh man, this feels so fucking good! The earthquake of an orgasm rocks me really hard. I raise my ass off the chair and thrust hard. The rope rubs and squeezes my pussy in return. Fuck, fuck, this feels so damn good!

"Mmmmmmph! Mmmm, hmmmm, mmmmmm!" I fall back into the chair only to raise my pelvis a second time. I'm cumming back to back! My arms are burning. My calves are sore from me balancing on my heels, but I don't care. I bite down hard on the cloth in my mouth. The moans come from deep within my throat. I have another earthquake of an orgasm before I collapse in the chair once more.

"That was part two," the distorted voice says, "now on to part three."

I am untied from the chair. However, my legs feel like jelly. I can barely stand. Some more gloved hands take my arms. I am blindfolded again. I wearily walk forward before I am told to stop again. I am pushed forward. My stomach presses up against what feels like wood. Suddenly I feel pressure on my back and hear something click. My hands are free, but when I reach behind me they touch more wood. What the hell? Am I in some kind of hole? I push on the wood to go forward, but I can't. I try to slip back through, but I cannot do that either. I start to reach up for my gag, but my hands are grabbed and arms are outstretched in front of me. My wrists are cuffed and secured to something else that I can't see.

"Hmmmmmmph! Mhm stmmmmmmph!" I feel my feet on a mat, but I'm aware that my lower body is separated from my upper body by a wooden wall! I can't crawl through or back up. I hear footsteps on the other side of the wall.

"Nice ass you got here, baby. Pussy just ripe for fucking," says a male voice. A hand roughly grabs me between my legs.

"Hmmmmmmmmmph!" I scream.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?"

"Mmmmmmmph! Mhm ghmmmmph!"

"Sounds like you got a mouthful there, girl."

"Mmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmm!"

"You sound like you're gagged."

"Mmmmm, hmmmmm!"

"Wait, you're gagged?"

"Mmmmmmm, hmmmmmm!"

"So like you can't talk or anything?"

"Nmmmmmph!"

"Aw shit, so you can't scream?"

What was with this fool?

"Nmmmmmmph!"

"Aw shit, girl, I like my women bound and gagged. Your voice is making my dick hard! Is your pussy wet?"

He slides his fingers inside of me very easily.

"Shit, hells yeah! Let me get up in there, slut!"

He impales me with his cock and begins sliding in and out of me. At first I'm shocked and stunned, but then, I begin to enjoy it. I start fucking him back. It doesn't take long for either one of us to cum.

"Fuck! Oh damn girl, that's some of the best pussy I've had in awhile. Shit feels like warm apple pie! Worth every penny I spent on this! I'm definitely gonna request you again. See you around, slut!"

He slaps my ass cheeks. Then he's gone. Before long another man takes his place. When he's done my pussy is dripping with their cum. I want so desperately to wash myself. Hot slime runs down my legs. Yet I cannot clean myself.

"You're a mess," the distorted voice says. "I think it's time to let you clean yourself up."

They let me out of the strange hole and lead me somewhere else. Finally the blindfold is removed. I'm pushed into a small but clean bathroom with a toilet, sink, and shower.

"Clean yourself up. Don't touch that gag. If you obey, you will be allowed to drink. Failure to obey will result in punishment."

The door closes and locks behind me. Well, I definitely don't want to find out what punishment entails, so I scrub the rest of me clean with the bar of soap and washcloth they gave me. I don't get my face wet. There is no window in the bathroom. I just wonder where I am! I shut off the water and dry off. My pussy feels clean but still a little achy.

Someone knocks on the door. I open it. Before I can see who it is a bag is dropped over my head and secured by a rope being pulled around my neck. I am pushed out into some open space. Someone grabs me and ties a scarf over my mouth, as if I'm not already gagged tightly enough! My wrists are bound behind me. They bind my arms to my sides by wrapping rope around my chest. Rope is wrapped around my waist and further pins my arms to the small of my back. I am also outfitted with a crotch rope that when it is pulled tightly, makes me have to hunch forward. They also bind my thighs and ankles together. Now I cannot walk, just hop! I cannot see the people who have done this to me. All I felt was gloved hands.

"You belong with us," one of the distorted voices says. "You are nothing more than a slave and a cumslut for our master. You were meant to service him and others."

"Nmmmmmmmmph!" I cry.

"Explore the room. Perhaps there is something here to help you escape."

Explore how? I'm in the dark, and I'm tied up! What if I fall on something? What if I just fall?

"I suggest you hop carefully, slave. Good luck."

"Mmmmmmmmph!" I take small hops forward. I turn and wiggle my fingers. I touch nothing but air. I don't want to run into a wall! "Mmmmmph! Mmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmmmph!" I hop a few more steps. Fuck, that crotch rope is at it again! "Mmmmmmmmph!" I stop and bend over. I am panting heavily.

"Are you aroused slave?"

"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm!" I nod vigorously.

"If you lower yourself there will be a bed right behind you."

I bend my knees. To my utter shock a mattress meets my bare ass. I bend forward and touch my nose to my thighs.

"Lie down. Enjoy being a helpless captive."

"Mmmmmmph! Ormmmmph, mmmmmmmph!" I lay down on my side and begin squirming frantically. It has gotten to the point now where I must cum. It's not a matter of whether I want to or not, I NEED to cum! I roll onto my back with my knees bent and thrust my pelvis upwards.

"You look deliciously sexy, slave. Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Hmmmmmph! Hmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmph!" I reply. I cannot even think anymore. I am totally focused on my body. The ropes are cutting into my flesh, but I don't care. My freshly clean pussy is once again soaked with my cum juices. Sweat covers my whole face inside the sack. When I cum again I lay still and pant heavily. The bed sinks under someone's weight. The bag and scarf are removed from my head. I look up and see a woman dressed in niqab with beads dangling from the veil. She cuts the tape off my face. I spit out the cloth that I've been chewing on. She puts a straw to my mouth. I see that it's inserted in a bottle of water. I drink the whole thing down. I barely taste it!

"Thank you," I whisper to her. She tips my chin up with her gloved hand. In her other hand she holds the soaked rag.

"Please," I say breathlessly, "can I please not be gagged again?"

The woman looks at another one dressed identical to her. The other woman nods her head.

"Mmmmmmmmph!" The cloth is shoved back into my mouth, along with another one! I can barely close my mouth! The second woman descends on me with the super sticky tape and winds it around my head.

"Mmmmmmph! Phmm!"

The first woman sits me up and pulls a scarf over my mouth and nose.

"Mmmmmmmph, mmmmmm, mmmmm..," I'm feeling dizzy and floaty, like my body is going to levitate at any moment. I cannot keep my eyes open. I'm slipping down, down, down...

And the darkness takes over again.

Chapter Seven

I open my eyes. Bright lights shine in my face. I'm lying on a sheet covered table. My ankles are hooked into some raised stirrups. My arms are stretched back and my wrists bound together. One of the niqab clad women appears at the bottom of the table. She snaps on some exam gloves.

"Your pussy has been the subject of all the pleasure up to this point. It's time that we train your other hole to be ready to serve."

My other hole?

She reaches beside her and holds up a huge plastic syringe with a funnel looking tip. What is she going to do with that?

"Mmmmmmmmph!" She inserts the syringe into my pulsating anus. I feel my rectum swell with liquid.

"Hold it slave," she says in a thickly accented voice. "Do not let go until I tell you."

"Mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!" I pant and draw air through my nose. While it's still covered with the cloth I am still able to breathe. My heart is pounding wildly. I look down and see that my lower belly is swollen from the enema. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold the water.

"Phmmmm! Mhm chmmm hmmm mmmmph!"

"Is the urge strong now?" the woman asks.

"Mmmmmm!" I nod.

She snaps her fingers again. Another woman dressed identically to her comes up to her with a metal bucket. She holds it directly beneath my ass.

"Let it out now," the first woman says.

I bear down and find relief as the water rushes out of my ass and into the bucket. The first woman looks and nods. The girl walks away.

"We had to be sure that your rectum was clean for the next phase of your training," she says. She inserts her finger into my anus.

"Mmmmmmmmph!" Her finger is coated with some cold jelly. She moves her gloved hand around before removing it. She then holds up some odd looking thing that's too short to be a dildo. It has a rounded shape at the top and a stick that attaches it to a flat circle. She rubs it with the jelly.

"Bear down, slave!"

I bear down on my ass. She slides the thing into me!

"Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph!"

"Hold that slave girl," the woman says. Next she holds up a metal egg. She slides it into my pussy.

"Now, to assure that you do not expel the butt plug or the egg, I will secure them inside of you."

"Hmmmmmph?"

She ties a long piece of silk around my waist and leaves the end dangling from under me. She brings the tail up between my legs and pulls it through the portion around my waist, tightly. She holds up a remote control. The egg begins to vibrate.

"Ormmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmmph!" I scream. My back arches and my breasts flop back and forth. Oh my God, between the vibrations of my pussy and the plug in my butt, I have fire shooting from between my legs! I cannot help but bear down from the pressure. When I do, the butt plug comes out slightly, but the scarf pushes it right back into me, like I'm being fucked in my ass!

"Don't you cum yet! You do not have permission to cum!"

"Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm!" How can she deny me an orgasm with all this stimulation? Oh fuck!

Someone appears over me and lays a strip of tape over my eyes. Now I'm blind again. Someone unties the belt from my crotch area.

"Oh yeah, she's really wet," a male voice says. "Should have no trouble getting up in her pussy."

"Mmmmmmmmmph!" He impales me with his cock. The egg is still going.

"Oh holy shit," he groans, "oh man, your pussy is vibrating and shit! Aw damn, damn, it feels good!"

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!" I push back on him, meeting his cock thrust for thrust. Oh God, I'm trying so hard to hold on and not give in to the mounting pleasure! How much longer will she deny me?

"You may cum now," the woman says.

That's all I need to hear! I let my pussy go. It clenches and throbs on the foreign cock.

"Fuck! Fuck me! Goddamn, ohhhhhhh!" The man groans. He shoots load after load into my pussy. I feel him disconnect from me. That's when the scarf is reattached, trapping the egg and the butt plug again. The scarf over my mouth and nose is pulled down.

"Hold still," the woman says. She cuts the tape off my mouth and pulls out the cloth.

"Clean me off good, bitch!" The man shoves his slimy cock into my mouth. Meanwhile, the egg has not stopped vibrating.

"Ghhhhhhhh!! Uhhhhhh, unhhhhhh,"

I moan. The man slides his cock in and out of my mouth while the egg and the butt plug are equally working me over! How is it possible for one woman to be so aroused? His cock tickles the back of my throat. The screams that come from my throat are deep and guttural.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum again," he groans. He shoots his bitter load down my throat before pulling his cock free. Before I can utter a single word, my mouth is quickly stuffed, taped, and the scarf pulled back over my mouth and nose. By this time I am soaked with sweat. My pussy is dripping with his cum and my own juices. The egg does slip down, but once again the scarf catches it and pushes it back inside of me.

"Mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!"

"Do you wish to cum again, slave?"

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!" I nod.

"Then release. You have permission to do so."

I scream and scream for all it's worth. My body arches, my pelvis thrusts and then my whole body shakes. I am so damn sweaty that the sheets stick to me! Finally the egg stops vibrating. I lay there panting and gasping.

"How do you feel now, slave?"

"Mhm thmmm! Phmmm uhmmm mmmm!"

"You did ask nicely. However, we cannot free you just yet. There are more steps to your training."

"Hmmmmm?" She keeps talking about my training. Have I been kidnapped by a sex slave ring? Is Jim behind this? Is he still involved? I have so many questions and no answers.

"Prepare her for transport."

"Hmmmmmmm?"

I am taken off the table. However, they do not remove my blindfold or my gag. They also don't take out the butt plug. My hands are tied behind me with an additional rope around my waist to keep my hands pinned at the small of my back. As before, my chest, thighs and ankles are bound. They lay me back down and pull some kind of rough feeling material around me. I hear a zipping sound, then darkness engulfs me again, but I'm not unconscious. What the hell?

"Mmmmmmmmm!" When I move my naked flesh rubs up against this leathery, canvas like material. Am I in a sack? I am lifted up and put on something that begins to roll. I am lifted up again and put on a hard surface. I hear doors closing. Then I am moving.

"Hmmmmmmmph! Hmmmmm, mmmmmmmph!"

I think I'm in a van. It can't be a car trunk, because I can move around. Where in the hell are they taking me? Who are these people? Is this all Jim's doing? Do these people work for him? Is he some kind of slave trader? What the hell?

Isaac. Oh my God, he's going to be worried sick about me! He doesn't even know where I am! How long has it been since I went missing?

If I went missing. For all I know that scumbag Jim told him that I walked out. No, he wouldn't! He couldn't! Surely Isaac knows that I would never just walk out without saying goodbye! Yes, we have had our problems like any married couple, but for me to just be at the university one minute and gone the next...

Surely the police are looking for me, right?

Right?

The van stops. I hear the engine shut off. The doors open. Heavy footsteps approach me.

"Mmmmmmmmm! Hmmmmmmmph!"

"There's no use in fighting or making noise," says a male voice. "You can't escape and nobody can hear you. I won't hurt you as long as you cooperate."

What else can I do? He hoists me over his shoulder and begins to walk with me to, to....

I have no idea.

Chapter Eight

I still don't know where I am. I have no idea what time it is or what day it is. I was taken to another non-descript room without windows. They finally untied me and removed all of my devices. I was made to shower and shave off all of my body hair, meaning my armpits, legs, and pussy. After that they gave me a small amount to eat, a protein bar and a little bit of water. All of the women are wearing niqab with beads over their eyes. The men are dressed in dark clothing with balaclava masks. After I eat they do allow me to brush my teeth. The freedom doesn't last long. Someone comes into the room with a piano bench on a rolling cart. They make me lay across it with my arms dangling in the front and back. My wrists and thighs are bound to the leg of the bench. My mouth is stuffed with a huge foam ball and taped shut. On top of that they wrap an ace bandage around my head. Then comes a long silky scarf tied over my mouth and nose. Talk about an extreme gag! I couldn't utter a single word if I wanted to! They wrap more rope around my waist and the bench so now my torso is pressed into the smooth wood. My eyes are taped shut and a butt plug is pushed into my ass.

"Is she ready?" It's the woman from earlier, the one that I'm guessing is my mistress.

"The girl is ready," says the man who carried me inside.

"Bring her into the front of the store."

Store? Wait, what store? The cart begins to move. I listen carefully. I hear a gasp and then several hushed voices.

"Gentlemen, this is one of the master's newest slaves. As you can see, she is ripe for fucking. She is not yet ready for anal. Her ass has not been stretched enough. Feel free to play with the butt plug."

"Mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmph!" Lady, are you crazy? You're gonna let a whole bunch of strange men fuck me?

"As you can see and hear, she cannot speak a single intelligible word. We have a multi-layered gag on her."

Almost immediately, they begin slapping my ass. The first man rubs my clit and then runs his hand across my pussy and then kisses the small of my back.

"Mmmmm, you're so wet, baby. I'm gonna fuck you good and hard!" He grabs my hips and slides into me. The other men are cheering him on.

"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmm, goddamn, she got some good pussy! Oh fuck, fuck!" He pulls out and comes on my back! Then the second man comes up, then another. In all, I think six men have fucked me. I cum every single time! When my pussy is dripping with cum, they undo the extensive gag, only to have a slimy cock shoved into my mouth. They go down the line, some of them cum in my mouth and some on my breasts.

"Until tomorrow slave," the lead woman says. I am given a shot in my arm that knocks me out.

Chapter Nine

The next time I wake up I am allowed to shower, brush my teeth and eat before they push a foam ball into my mouth and wind black electrical tape around my head. They outfit me with another tight crotch rope before binding my wrists and chest. I am made to kneel naked on some kind of platform with my knees bound to my ankles. To top it off they attach a rope to a long silver metal hook with a ball at the end. One end of the rope is tied to the rope chest harness. The hook end is inserted into my ass! It makes me have to lean forward and jut my chest. They tie a scarf over my mouth and nose and leave me alone in a darkened room.

"Mmmmmmm! Hmmmmm? Hmmmm! Chmmm mmmmm hmmmm mmm? Mmmmmmmph! Thmmmm rmmmmph mmmmph tmmmmph! Hmmmmmph!"

I push my pelvis forward. The rope of course snags my pussy. The hook is doing unspeakable things to my ass!

"Mmmmmmmmph!" I cry. "Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmph!"

Fuck! I'm getting wet again! This can't be right! It just can't! These people are holding me captive! I'm tied up, I'm gagged, I can't leave...

So why am I having so many orgasms? Why is my body succumbing to these primal desires? Why does being gagged feel so good? Why is it that having my pussy captive is giving me pleasure that I never knew possible?

"Surrender slave," says a distorted voice. "Surrender to the pleasure you know can be yours. You were meant to be a slave and service others. It's in your DNA."

"Hmmmmmph! Gmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmph!" I begin pushing my pelvis back and forth like I am riding a dick. I can't help it. I just can't stop!

Do I want to stop? No, I want to experience those orgasms over and over, back to back pleasure.

"Let us hear you, slave. Surrender and submit."

"Ormmmmph! Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmph!" I thrust my pelvis so hard that the hook and the rope are both fucking me, and I cannot lie... it feels so damn good! When that orgasm finishes, I have another and another before my chin drops to my chest with exhaustion, and I pass out.

I begin to lose track of time. I don't know what day it is or how long I have been missing from my life. My life has been bondage, fucking, and mind-blowing orgasms. Yet this cannot be the end, can it? Have I been stolen from my old life, my career, my husband, forever? I still don't know if Jim is even behind all of this. I haven't seen him.

When I wake up I'm chained to a four poster bed with my body making an X. The mistress and another girl are standing beside the bed.

"Your slave sisters are dying to fuck you," the mistress says.

"Hmmmmm?"

She undoes my extensive gag but leaves the scarf dangling around my neck and still knotted. The girl climbs on the bed and straddles me. I see a huge black dildo strapped around her waist.

"Open slave girl!"

"Ghhhhhhh!" The girl shoves the dildo into my mouth. Below I can feel someone else playing with my pussy. Then something long and rubbery is shoved inside of my warm and wet tunnel!

"Yes, my lovelies! Fuck her good! Make sure that she comes! When she does, switch places!"

"Uhhhhhhh! Uhhhhh, huhhhhhh!" I move against the girl fucking my pussy. The girl fucking my mouth holds my head in place.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhh, ghhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhh!" I groan. I'm cumming again!

"Switch places now! Let her taste her own pussy!"

They switch. The second girl pushes the strap on into my mouth. I taste a little salty. I like it! They go at me until I cum again.

"Gag her."

The girl on top of me at my head pushes some panties into my mouth and pulls the scarf up over my mouth and nose. She creeps down to be between my legs again.

"Make sure that she is well lubricated before you fuck her ass," the mistress says.

"Hmmmmmph?"

"It is time," the mistress says. The girl rubs my quivering anus with cold jelly. She lines up her dildo and slowly pushes the tip into me.

"Mmmmmmmmmmph!"

She pulls out a little then pushes in a little more, and then she pushes it all the way in.

"Mmmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!" It's a little uncomfortable, but it's not painful.

"Good. Begin thrusting now."

The girl does as she is told.

"You," she points to the other girl, "get over here and play with her clit and pussy. Use this to fuck her." She hands the girl another dildo. The girl sits beside me and lays the dildo against my clit. It vibrates to life.

"Hmmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!" My pelvis begins to lift and thrust.

"Surrender to the pleasure, slave," the mistress says. "Feel what you have been missing your whole life."

I cannot believe how good I feel right now. I open and close my fists. I yank furiously on my binds. When I cum a third time my whole back arches. I moan loudly, and arch, and moan and arch, until I collapse on the bed.

"Alright," the mistress says, "allow her some time to recover before we move on."

Move on to what? What else is there? They both climb off the bed and begin to unchain me. My arms flop down like dead birds.

"Stand up slave! It's time for your waist training!"

I can barely stand, but when I do, one of the girls takes my hands and makes me hold one of the bed posts. She handcuffs me so I can't get away. The other girl takes a rope, folds it in half and wraps it around my waist. I watch her pull the free ends through the loop. Then she takes the free ends, separates them and wraps them around my waist. She pulls them tight with every turn. I watch as my lower torso begins to cinch. When she cannot wind anymore she knots off the rope despite my protests.

"Her gag is not sufficient," the mistress says. "Add to it or you will join her!"

The second girl pulls the scarf down. She wraps electrical tape around my head. Next comes an ace bandage that is wrapped around my head before the scarf is pulled back up.

"How does it feel slave?"

"Mhm tmmmmmph! Vhmm tmmmmph!"

"Are you saying it's tight?"

"Mmmmmmm!" I nod.

"It's supposed to be tight." She motions for one of the girls to approach me again. She does, with some nipple clamps!

"Ommmmmph!" They pinch my nipples so hard!

"Spread your legs!"

I do. The second girl ties my ankles to a metal pipe.

"Now, you are going to make yourself cum while we watch."

"Hmmmmph?"

"Do not question me, girl! Do as you are told or you will be whipped!"

Truth be told, I'm so wet and horny that if I don't cum I will lose my mind! I push my bound belly up to the metal post. I thrust my pussy forward and begin rubbing on the metal pole!

"That's it, girl! Move! Yes!"

"Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!"

"Very good. Now, I believe your slave sisters would like some relief, wouldn't you girls?"

They both nod.

"Untie her, but leave her gag where it is. Leave her waist tied as well. Then you both get on the bed and pull up your skirts to reveal your pussies."

They do as they are told. They lay side by side and pull up their skirts. One girl is a redhead and one is a blonde, judging from their pubic hair.

"You! Kneel between them!"

I get on the bed and kneel down. The slave mistress attaches a rope from the one around my waist and makes a knot around the footboard poles. She hands me two vibrators.

"Fuck them both! Make them cum!"

I slide the vibrator into the one girl and the other in the other girl.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" they both moan. They are gagged too? No wonder they haven't said anything!

"Mmmmmmmmph!" I jump when the mistress holds a vibrator to my clit!

"Fuck the vibrator, slave, but you cannot come before they do! Punishment will ensue if you do!"

"Ormmmmmph, mmmmmmmmph!" I moan. This won't be easy at all!

"Mmmmmmm, hmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmm," the read head is really into it. She is thrusting and moaning. She reaches over and rubs the blond's clit.

"Ormmmmmmph," the blonde says. "Hmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph!"

"Push that pussy back," the mistress says to me.

I want to cum so badly! I'm trying to hold it, hold onto my reserve! I work the girls harder so that finally I can get some relief! When they both grab their knees and moan and thrust for dear life, the mistress says,

"You may cum now."

I do. I let go once again. I didn't know that all of this was even possible!

"You are learning well," the mistress says to my quivering and panting form. "Time for the next phase."

I feel a prick in my shoulder. I pass out once more.

This time when I come to I look around. I... I'm sitting in my car! I'm fully dressed! It's nighttime outside. Shit, did I fall asleep? How long have I been out? I try to get my bearings.

A dream. It was all a dream. I shake my head. I put my keys in the ignition and start the car. It's 9 o'clock at night? Oh hell, I need to get home!

As much as I want to get home I take my time so that I don't get stopped. Once I'm in my own driveway, I shut off the car, get out and slam the door. I grab my briefcase and purse and head inside.

What a dream.

Chapter Ten

I walk into my kitchen and set my briefcase on the counter. The light turns on, blinding me.

"Who... SHARON!"

Isaac runs to me and hugs me so tightly that I'm afraid he will break one of my ribs. Then he starts kissing my face all over.

"Honey, I... what's all this for?"

He pulls apart and looks at me.

"You... I thought you were dead!"

"Dead? Honey, I'm fine! I just got home from work."

Isaac looks confused, then he shakes his head.

"Sharon, no, no, you... you've been missing for five days."

"Five days? That's impossible! I... I just woke up in the car! It can't be!" I pull out my phone and check the date. He isn't lying. It's Saturday! Oh God, then...

"Isaac..." the world begins to tilt. Dark circles dance before my eyes. My head is too heavy to hold up. I collapse into my husband's arms.

A bright line shines in my eyes. I wince and turn away. I slowly open my eyes. I see my husband and an older man in a white coat and some scrubs standing over me.

"Isaac, what... what's going on?"

I look down and see an IV in my left arm. I'm wearing a hospital gown.

"Welcome back, Mrs. Anderson. I'm Dr. O' Neil. You're in County General. You fainted at home. When your husband couldn't wake you, he thought it best to call the paramedics."

"I... why the IV?"

"You're suffering from a mild case of dehydration. I think a couple of days of fluids and rest and you can go home. Your kidney function is not what it should be right now. We just want to be safe." The doctor pauses. "Mrs. Anderson, there are a few things that troubled me when you were brought in that are of a sensitive nature. Would you like your husband to leave?"

"No. I want him to stay."

Issac comes up and takes a hold of my hand.

"You had a pelvic exam while in the emergency room. We did find evidence of recent intercourse with some bruising to your cervix and some mild bruising on several areas of your body, specifically your wrists and ankles."

I swallow.

It wasn't a dream.

I was tied up, gagged, blindfolded, teased, fucked, spanked and pleasured... by complete strangers! No!

"Doctor, I... I don't remember much of the past few days. I swore that I went to a meeting at the university, and then I woke up in my car."

"Sweetheart, it's alright." Isaac squeezes my hand.

"We found a number of sedatives in your system, Mrs. Anderson. Amnesia is not unusual considering what you were administered."

I shake my head. I feel horrible! I feel sick for lying to my husband and the doctor, but what is alternative? Tell him that I was ambushed by women in face veils and dresses and I had things done to me that are only portrayed in porn films?

"Isaac, I can't remember! I'm sorry!"

Tears well up in my eyes.

"Sharon, it's okay. I'm here now."

He hugs me tightly. I thought I would never see him again, my love, my solid man, my everything!

"The police wanted to speak to you this evening, but I asked them to wait until tomorrow," Dr. O'Neil says.

"The police?" I pull back from Isaac. "Why?"

"Sharon, someone abducted you. They obviously held you against your will and kept you bound and drugged."

"Tomorrow, Mrs. Anderson. Tonight, you can rest."

"Am I able to get up and walk around?"

"Sure. You'll have to take your IV pole with you, but yes, I don't see any reason why you can't be up and around. If you feel dizzy, please call for assistance."

"I'll be staying tonight, Doc," Issac says.

The doctor listens to my heart and lungs and tells me that everything sounds good. He says that he will be back in the morning. When he is gone, Isaac says to me,

"Sharon, on the way here you were saying some strange things."

"I was? Eh... what did I say?"

"You kept saying that you didn't want to do it, that they forced you. You also said that you were sorry about everything."

I shake my head and choke back a sob.

"I can't remember anything! I'm sorry! I don't..."

"Shhh, shhh," Isaac presses his forehead to mine. "Whatever happened, it's over and you're alive. Sharon, you're the love of my life. Nothing will ever change that."

"Please don't leave me!"

"Sweetheart, no! I would never leave you! You have no idea how sick I was when the police were looking for you! I couldn't eat because I couldn't keep anything on my stomach. I couldn't sleep because I was afraid that the phone would ring with terrible news. I kept expecting the cops to show up at our door telling me that they found your body!"

"Please just hold me!"

"I will, baby. I will."

I hate lying to him, but if I don't, the truth will destroy him.

Like the song says, nobody has to know.

In the morning I get up and walk carefully to the bathroom to relieve my searing bladder. I also brush my teeth and look at myself in the mirror. I don't look so good. I have dark circles under my eyes, and my face looks a bit pale. My hair is hanging limp around my shoulders. I open the door to the bathroom and a nurse is standing there with a wheelchair.

"I'm sorry to disturb you Mrs. Anderson, but the doctor wants you to have an ultrasound done of your kidneys."

"Oh, that's fine."

She disconnects my IV line, caps it off and helps me into the wheelchair. Isaac is still sound asleep in the chair beside my bed.

"Isn't it a little early for a test?"

I ask her.

"It might seem early, but the doctors are much happier when they come on shift first thing in the morning and test results are already in the computer."

Makes sense.

She takes me to the Radiology department. We go down a hallway and stop at a door that says,

"CAUTION, RADIOACTIVE MATERIAL IN USE. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY."

She goes inside and comes out a moment later.

"They're ready for you now."

She takes a hold of the wheelchair and backs me into the room. There's not much to see, an examining table, an ultrasound machine and a rolling stool for the technician to sit. The nurse helps me out of the chair and up onto the table.

"Just lay back and relax, Mrs. Anderson."

I look up at the ceiling. Suddenly I feel a tug on my wrist, first the left and then the right. The woman is putting me in restraints!

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Preparing you for the procedure," she says just as calm as you please.

"Since when do you have to restrain people for an ultrasound? What the hell is this?"

She looks at me and grins.

"I think you know what this is, slave."

She quickly shoves a wad of gauze into my mouth and quickly descends on me with medical tape.

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmph!"

"Now for those legs!"

She lifts my leg up and hooks it in the stirrup that hangs over the table, and then the other leg. The nurse lifts my gown and exposes my naked lower body. She sits on the stool and rolls between my legs.

"What a beautiful pussy you have," she says, "does it taste as good as it looks?"

She hooks her arms around my thighs, leans in, and drags her tongue over my clit.

"Ormmmmmmph! Mmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmph," I shriek.

"Mmmmm, it does taste good. Mmmm, hmmmm, so delicious." She opens her mouth and closes it over my clit. Her tongue darts wildly in and out of my pussy while I am groaning and thrusting into her face. Suddenly she stops and pulls back.

"I have a little gift for you." She pushes a thick dildo inside of me and tapes it down! Then she comes up to the head of the table and cuts my gown in half!

"You have such lovely breasts. Mind if I play with them?"

She covers my left nipple with her mouth and fondles the right one with her hand. Oh my God, between her and that vibrator, dear Jesus! My pelvis is moving on its own!

"Make some circles for me with those luscious hips," she says.

"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" My hips circle like they are tracing a clock on the wall. It's making the pleasure sensation even more intense!

"Are you going to cum for me, slave?"

"Mmmmmmm, hmmmmm!"

"Cum for me! Make some noise!"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmm!" My pussy clenches and throbs again and again.

"That's a girl." She stands up and smiles. "Well, my time here is over. I have to get back on the floor."

"Hmmmm? Nmmmph! Mhm chmmm lmmm mmmm hmmmmph! Uhmmm mmmmph!"

"Enjoy the gift."

"Nmmmmmph! Hmmmmmmmph!"

The door closes behind her.

"Hmmmmmph!"

"Sharon! Sharon, wake up! You're dreaming!"

My eyes fly open. Issac is standing over my bed. I sit up and throw my arms around him. He feels so good and solid right now. He rubs my back for a few minutes before he looks into my eyes.

"You were making some strange noises in your sleep. What were you dreaming about?"

Oh shit! What do I tell him?

"I dreamt that they came to get me for a test and it turned out to be this really awful operating room. When I tried to leave they strapped me to the table. The people, the people, they didn't have faces, I..."

"Honey, shhh, shhh, it's over. It's all over. It was just a dream."

I hate this. I have lied to my husband again.

Later that day two female detectives come and speak to me about what happened. While the doctor did find evidence that I had sex, they couldn't find any DNA to match what they found on my body after a run through their database. Unless something else happens there isn't much that the police can do.

I am disappointed in a way, but I'm also a little relieved because there are no ties to Jim and whomever else he has mixed up in this wild ass scheme of his. How would I explain it? He has so much dirt on me now, enough to get me fired AND ruin my marriage.

I just want this all to go away.

Maybe it will. Maybe he's had his fun and it's over.

Right?

I don't believe a word I just said.

Chapter Eleven

It only takes one make day of fluids for my kidney function to return to normal. The doctor says that my bloodwork looks good, but he would still like me to take it easy for a few days. He gives me a medical excuse for work.

Isaac takes off too. He spends the next few days taking care of me. I can't lie. I like the extra attention and the fact that he's a good cook and housekeeper. I don't hear from Jim at all until...

Isaac goes to the store for us to get stuff for a special dish that he's cooking. When he's gone, my cell phone rings. It says, "Anonymous". I ignore it. Then I get a text message.

"I know you're alone. Unless you want a visit from your veiled slave sisters I strongly suggest that you answer the phone."

I want to throw up. I want to crawl into the cushions of my couch and never come out again. Instead I answer the phone when it rings.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Sharon. Feeling better?"

"What do you want?"

"I'm going to let that slide because I know you're still in recovery. I'm sorry that you wound up in the hospital, but maybe now you will take this and us seriously."

"Us?" I grit my teeth. "There is no 'us'!"

"Sharon my dear, I'm very disappointed. Here I thought for sure that your time with us had broken your will down so that you'd be more obedient and open to my demands. Maybe I should track your husband down on his little shopping excursion and tell him where you were for five days."

"H... h... how did you know where he was?" The words tumble out of my mouth before I have a chance to stop them.

"Oh I have eyes everywhere thanks to my girls. Tell him that he really should switch to female peppers, four bumps, not three. They're sweeter than the males."

I drop the phone and run to the nearest bathroom. I fall on my knees and empty my stomach contents into the toilet. When I am finally dry heaving, I hold the sink to pull myself up off the floor. I quickly splash cold water on my face and brush my teeth. I rinse my mouth with mouthwash twice. I look in the mirror and breathe.

"What's the matter Sharon? Are you sick again? Didn't you just come home from the hospital after being treated for dehydration? We don't want your kidneys to get damaged, now do we?"

I hear Jim's voice still on the phone. I look around my living room.

"Like I said, I have eyes everywhere. Now be a good little girl and pick up the phone and just listen."

I hold the phone to my ear with a trembling hand.

"Next weekend you will have an assignment from me. I will be in touch with the details. In the meantime, stay healthy and alert. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Goodnight."

The line goes dead in my ear. I hit END. I sit on the couch and pull my knees to my chest.

I should call the cops. Wait, and say what, that one of my colleagues is stalking me and my husband? What proof do I have? Then they'd ask me how did I know? Questions, questions and more questions that I couldn't begin to answer, not without revealing my secret.

No, no, no! I can't go to the cops! They already have no evidence on Jim or whomever else he's working with! What am I going to do?

Just do what he says, a small voice says to me. Be an obedient slave.

"I'm not a slave," I say aloud.

Yes, you are, the voice replies. You know you had the most incredible orgasms you ever had in your life with those people. You enjoyed being tied and gagged and helpless!

"Who are you?"

I am the other you, the Sharon who craves to be dominated and humiliated.

"No! No! This isn't happening!" I hug my knees tighter. "You're not real! You don't exist!"

I do exist, Sharon. I have always been here. I was just lying dormant until your master woke me up. I'm here to stay.

"Stop it! I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy!"

No, you aren't crazy, but you'd better be careful. If the wrong people hear us it might not go so well. I'll be quiet for now, but I am always here. I am not going anywhere.

I hear the garage door open. I sit up and rub my hands on my thighs.

"Honey, I'm home," Isaac calls. "Are you ready for some of my famous shrimp linguini?"

"Yes, yes, I am!" I try to make my voice sound normal.

I'll never be normal again! Now on top of everything else, I'm losing my fucking mind!

Chapter Twelve

The floor is cold and hard under my knees. My wrists are tied to a bar above my head. A tight mask blindfold confines me in darkness. My jaws feel like they cannot stretch any further from the two pairs of panties shoved in there. Combine that with the tape wrapped around my head, and you have a tight and somewhat painful gag. My ankles are bound to my knees so that I cannot possibly close my legs. Another rope tied tightly around my waist is attached to the bar above my head so that I must lean forward to accommodate all of the bondage.

"How are you feeling, Sharon?" Jim's voice taunts me.

"Mmmmmmmph! Ormmmmph tmmmph!"

"What? Shall we try that again?"

"Ormmmmmph tmmmmmph tmmmmph!"

"Too tight? Is that what you're trying to tell me?"

"Mmmmmm, hmmmmmm!" I nod.

"Ah, you'll be alright. I've got something here to take your mind off your discomfort."

I feel him fingering my pussy.

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmph!"

"Wet already, eh? Good. This will make you feel better. Slide your hips back."

"Mmmmmmmph!" I feel something cold and hard slide into my pussy. It feels like a cock!

"Just a little something from my collection. Okay. You have fun with it. I'll come back and get you in a little while so you can entertain my guests."

"Nmmmmmmph! Dhmmm lhmmmm mmmmmph hmmmmmph!"

"Don't worry, I can see you on the cameras. I'm not only taping you, I can make sure that you're okay. So," he ruffles my hair, "enjoy yourself."

"Jhmmmmm! Phmmmmph!"

I hear his footsteps go up the stairs. A door opens and closes.

"Hmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph! Hmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!"

I spread my legs some more and the dildo goes deeper into me. Fuck!

Come on Sharon. You know this feels good.

The voice is back!

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmph!" I shake my head.

Liar! If it doesn't feel good, how come you're so wet? Why are your nipples so hard, huh? You might as well fuck the thing inside of you. You know you want to.

"Mmmmmmm, hmmmmmph!"

Come on, shift those hips forward. Now back. That's good! Now, make some circles with your hips.

"Mmmmmmph! Hmmmmmph! Mmmmmm, hmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmph!" I begin rolling my hips around and around.

Yes! Pretend you're tracing a large clock on the floor. Oh yeah, that feels good, doesn't it?

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm," I nod.

They're watching you, Jim and his wife and their friends. Give them a show! Show them what an obedient slut you are!

"Mmmmmmm," I moan.

Sit back on the cock. That's it. Now, do some belly rolls. It's gonna feel so good! Pull your belly in, now push it down and out! Again, in, down, out! In, down, out!

My belly is moving like ocean waves. I can feel the cock in my womb!

"Mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm, hmmmmm, mmmmmmmph!"

That's it, Sharon! Make us feel good. You're going to cum aren't you?

"Mmmmmmmmmmmph!" I nod.

So? Cum! Cum nice and hard. Show Jim how you can pleasure yourself!

"Mmmmmmmmmm! Hmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmph!"

Oh yes, that's a girl! Mmmmm, I love the way you sound when you're gagged. Do you like being gagged, Sharon?

"Mmmmmmmmm!" I nod.

I know you do. Does it turn you on when they say they can't understand you?

"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm," I nod again.

Talk to me, Sharon. How do you feel right now? Tell me!

"Orrmmmmph! Mhm fmhmmm mmmmmph! Mhm whmmm cmmmmmmph!"

Shift those hips. Roll that sexy belly. Cum, Sharon! Give it everything you have!

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM! Hmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmph!" My body freezes in place. My pussy pulsates on the hard dildo again and again and again!

That felt good, didn't it?

I nod my head.

It's about to get better. Rest for a second.

What did I just do? Did I just coach myself to an orgasm?

We did that, the voice says. You followed my instructions to a tee, and you had a good time, didn't you, Sharon?

Footsteps descend the stairs. I hear them approach me. A hand tips my chin up.

"That was fantastic," Jim says to me. "That was only practice for what's to come in the bedroom."

In the bedroom?

He undoes my bondage from the bar and unties my legs. He tosses me over his shoulder and carries me up the stairs.

Several minutes later I am kneeling in the middle of their four poster bed with my wrists tied to the cross bar above my head. The mattress depresses under me as Jim climbs onto it.

"Rise up and then lower your pussy onto my cock," he orders.

"Do as he says, slave!" That command comes from his wife, Bertha.

Come on Sharon. Do it! You know you're ready for him to fuck you good, the voice in my head says.

I grab the cross bar and raise up. I lower myself down.

"Mmmmmmmmph!" I groan when his cock impales my pussy.

"Ahhhhhhh," he moans, "now, do some of that sexy stuff you were doing downstairs! Give us a show!" He slaps my ass hard.

What are you waiting for? Dance on his dick, Sharon! Move your hips and ass! Show them what a sexy belly dancer you are!

I let my body relax. I give into the intense feelings. My hips begin moving in a circle.

"Oh shit," Jim groans, "yes! Oh yes, that's good, baby! Mmmmm, hmmmm! Are you getting this, Bertha?"

She's taping me! Fuck!

"I am! She's sexy as hell!"

Jim begins to push his cock into me.

"Don't stop," he says.

"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm, hmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!"

I start rolling my belly next. I push my chest forward and then bring my torso back to undulate.

"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmm, hmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmph!"

"Feels good to you?" Jim asks.

"Mmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm!"

"Bertha, get over here and suck her tits. Help her cum!"

"Mmmmmmmph!" I can't see, but I can feel Bertha's tongue swirling around my nipples. She sucks one while she plays with the other.

"Cum for us, slave girl! Cum on your master's cock!"

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" My muffled screams become high pitched ones. I'm cumming so hard. Jim grabs my hips and thrusts upward. I assume that he's shooting his load into me. He disconnects from me.

"Remove her gag." he says.

Bertha cuts the tape from my mouth. She pulls out the panties. I don't have time to speak before Jim shoves his cum soaked cock into my mouth.

"Clean it off," he says. "Get it all!" He grabs the back of my head and forces my face into his crotch.

"Mmmmmmmm! Uhhhhhhh!"

"Suck it! Suck it good!" While he's fucking my face, Bertha is behind me sliding her fingers in and out of my pussy.

"Fuck my hand," she hisses in my ear.

"Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!" His cock tastes salty and feels quite slimy.

"You're such a little slut, aren't you?" Bertha whispers.

"Mmmmmmm! Ghhhhhh, ughhhhhh," I groan. Jim pulls his cock free from my mouth. I take a huge gulp of air. He shoves his cock back into my mouth.

"Rock those big pretty hips," Bertha says.

I move my pelvis back and forth. My pussy slides effortlessly across her hand.

"Uhhhhhhhhh!" Jim pulls his cock out once more.

"Uhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhh!" I moan.

"Gag her," he says.

Some kind of sponge is shoved into my mouth. A scarf is pulled between my lips and knotted behind my head. Then another scarf is tied over my mouth and nose.

"Give her something to keep her busy while we fuck," Jim says.

"Of course," Bertha says. She ties some kind of chest harness on me. Then she ties my ankles to my thighs. Finally there is a really tight crotch rope put on me with the ends tied to my chest harness. It forces me to lean forward and stick my chest way out.

"Entertain yourself with that, slave girl."

It isn't long before I hear them moaning.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" My head drops to my chest. I lean onto my knees. My feet come off the bed. The crotch rope digs hard into my pussy. Oh shit, shit, shit! I can't help it! I am a helpless cumslut! Fireworks continually shoot up from my pussy. Driven by my bondage and their sexy moans, it isn't long before I cum again, and again, and yet again!

The next day is Saturday. Bertha wakes me up and makes me shower and brush my teeth before stuffing and taping my mouth. I am forced to make breakfast for them while naked and gagged. After I put the plates in front of them, Jim ties me to one of their kitchen chairs and takes liberties to reach over and feel my breasts while they eat.

After that I clean up the kitchen, again, still naked and gagged. When I'm done Sharon gives me a list of chores.

"We are having company tonight. Do a good job cleaning, and you'll be rewarded. If you don't, your husband gets video footage of last night."

Forever the blackmailers! I change the sheets in the master bedroom and put the dirty ones into the wash. I clean the guest bathroom, vacuum and dust in their living room and dust in the dining room. When I hear the buzzer on the washer I go down to take the wet sheets out and put them into the dryer. As I'm doing it I hear,

"You shouldn't bend over like that, Sharon. I see your pretty ass in the air, and it makes me want to fuck you!"

Damn it!

"Hands and knees! Now!"

I do as I'm told. Jim kneels behind me. His fingers immediately go to my pussy.

"Hmmmm, somebody is turned on. That's how I like my girls, ready and willing to please!"

He takes me there on the floor of the laundry room. After he fucks me, he takes the tape off my mouth and makes me suck his cock until he comes again. He pulls his wet cock free from my mouth and pushes the stuffing back inside.

"Taste me for awhile, heh, heh, heh!" He ties a scarf over my mouth and nose and takes me by the arm.

"Come on. You're gonna be my eye candy while I mow the yard."

I end up on the back porch tied to one of the wooden posts. My elbows are raised and bent so that my wrists are tied behind my head. He ties my waist and my ankles.

"You just stand there and look sexy for Master," he says. He goes off and starts the lawn mower. I just stand there and watch him. What else can I do? Suddenly I hear footsteps.

"I didn't know you were coming home this weekend, honey." That's bErtha's voice!

"I wanted to surprise you, Mother." It's their daughter! Does she know what her folks do?

"Mother, what the..."

A petite blonde in a white half top and jeans walks over to me.

"Mother, what's going on? Who is this lady, and why is she all tied up?"

"Mmmmmmmmph! Hmmmmph! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmph!"

"Oh, that's your father's colleague. She's doing a little experiment in sensory deprivation."

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" I shake my head. "Phm uhmmm mmph!"

"I must say, Daddy has good taste. She's got great tits."

Wait, what?

"Hmmmmmmm?"

The girl looks at me knowingly.

"I know who you are. You're my daddy's newest slave. He has good taste. You're very pretty."

She knows about this? She's just as sick and twisted as they are!

"Mother, let's have a little contest. Whomever makes her cum the fastest gets to play with her before the party."

"I'd love that," Bertha says. "You go first."

The girl comes over to me.

"Wait, aren't you forgetting something?" Bertha asks.

The girl reaches into her jeans' pocket and pulls out a big yellow foam sponge. She puts it into her mouth. Next her mother comes up behind her with a roll of that microfoam tape. She tears off a big wide strip and lays it across her mouth. I can't believe what I'm seeing!

"Now, go make her cum."

The girl comes up to me and puts her hands on each side of my face.

"Mmmmmmm?" I say. She begins to gently caress my cheeks. She cups my chin and turns her head slightly sideways. She brings her taped mouth to my lips. She gently rubs her lips against mine while caressing my nipples.

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm," I moan softly. The girl plants gagged kisses on my neck and chest. She slowly eases down my torso. I feel like I have little prickles all over me. She slowly eases down to my stomach.

"Show her your special trick," Bertha urges.

I slowly roll and undulate my belly. The girl watches me and looks fascinated. She places her hands on me as I'm moving.

"Wouldn't you like to learn to do that my dear?" Bertha asks her daughter.

"Mmmmmm, hmmmmm," she nods. She kneels in front of me and grabs my hips. She presses her taped mouth to my mound and begins rolling her head and neck in circles. The smooth texture of her gag stimulates my clit very easily.

"Mmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmm," I moan. I begin moving my hips in the same direction of her head. Oh shit, I'm gonna cum!

My moans are deep and loud. It's unmistakable that I'm having a strong orgasm.

"Not bad at all my dear," Bertha says. She comes over to me and whispers,

"You will serve our entire family this weekend. As a matter of fact, Lisa and I will show you just how Jim and I prefer our girls."

Sometime later, Lisa, the daughter, is in the basement tied to a massage table spread eagled. I am bent between her legs while her dad fucks me from behind. Her mother is at the head of the table playing with her daughter's breasts. I don't know whose muffled moans are louder, mine or Lisa's. I am rubbing her clit and pussy with my taped mouth, rolling my neck like she did to me.

"Don't you cum before my daughter," Jim hisses to me. All the while he's playing with my clit while thrusting into me. Finally, Lisa cums, shooting pussy juice in my face and her father comes in me, shooting me full of his cum. Only then am I allowed to cum myself. After another powerful orgasm, Jim unties me and says,

"Let's get you cleaned up and fed. You earned this reward."

I am allowed to rest and speak to my husband so that he doesn't get suspicious. That evening, they make me dress in a French maid's uniform with a skirt that is humiliatingly short. I am also forced to wear a big red ball gag and cuffs between my wrists. The cuffs do allow some freedom of movement. I need it to serve their guests. Jim is smart enough not to invite anyone from the university, thank God! It's just his golf buddies and their wives and girlfriends. Needless to say I get poked and prodded and pinched by the men and a few of the women too.

As the evening wears on Bertha has me change out of the maid's uniform and into a belly dancer's costume. The bra is covered with gold fabric and adorned with coins. There are two chains draped from the cups that lay across my upper abdomen, also draped with coins. There are more coins on the belt that wraps around my hips. The skirt has one long slit along the side which allows one leg to poke through, but I am not allowed to wear panties or shorts. My pussy is raw for the taking. The necklace and arm bands are also heavily laden with coins.

They gag me with a pair of Lisa's panties and layer duct tape over my mouth. Bertha pins a large scarf on my head and wraps the ends around my head and neck to hide the gag.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our newest slave Shira is going to entertain us with some sexy and sultry belly dancing," Bertha says.

Oh yeah, I forgot, they named me Shira. Dr. Sharon Anderson has ceased to exist. Now I'm Shira, sex slave and blackmail victim.

I dance from couple to couple, hips swaying, arms flowing and belly rolling. I pull out all my tricks, balancing a tray on my head, turning coins on my belly and balancing a sword on my head. When it's all over, I am stripped and tied to the massage table in the basement. Suffice to say that I get used and sexed in every intimate hole on my body. When it's over, I am exhausted and unable to move.

This is just the beginning.

Chapter Thirteen

Three months of being a sex slave goes by. The seasons change. When my period doesn't come I am sure that it's just me moving into that time of life when ladies begin moving into their golden years. It isn't until my belly begins to start growing more rounded that I realize the awful truth.

I'm pregnant.

My husband has had a vasectomy. I know that it isn't his. The problem is that I've had sex with Jim and so many other men that I have no idea who the father could be! What am I going to do?

I have to come clean to my husband. If I do, then Jim can't hold me being his slave over my head any more! I'll tell him the truth, that I was blackmailed into being a sex slave. We will raise this child together.

I come into our bedroom to find Isaac sitting on the side of the bed with his head in his hands. He's holding something.

"Isaac? Honey, what's wrong?"

"Sharon... how could you?"

"How could I what?"

He holds out the little white wand to me. Oh God, it's my pregnancy test! How did he find it? Shit! He must've seen it in the trash! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"Isaac, please, let me explain!"

"What is there to explain, Sharon? You're cheating on me, and you're pregnant with your lover's child!"

Isaac looks so hurt, so betrayed. This is what I feared.

"Honey, it was only one time! I didn't mean for this to happen! You have to believe me!"

I take his arm, but he snatches away from me.

"Why, Sharon? Why? Wasn't I good enough for you?"

"Isaac, you don't understand!"

"Oh, I think I do! You're going through some mid life crisis and all of a sudden I'm not enough man for you?"

"No! Isaac, I love you! We have a good sex life! Please let me tell my side of the story!"

"Sharon, there's nothing you can time that will make this alright between us."

"I was forced!"

His face softens a little.

"You were raped? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I... I wasn't exactly raped, but someone made me have sex with them."

"Huh?"

"This professor at the university, he, he was being improper with other female students. When I threatened to discipline him, he tied me up and gagged me and had sex with me! Then he told me that if I came forward he was going to ruin my life! He threatened to tell you and the board of directors! You know how hard I worked to get my position! You know that I'm the only black head of a department there! I just... I panicked! He said that no one would believe me and that they'd see me as a, a slut! I'm not the only one! He's got other girls there that are at his beck and call! He's got a hold on all of them! He has a harem of sex slaves! When I disappeared, it was them! They ambushed me and knocked me out! They did all kinds of things to me while I was in captivity!"

"You said you couldn't remember what happened to you!"

"I said that to protect you, and them, and me! Isaac," I'm crying now, "honey, I didn't mean to lie to you, but I just... I saw no other way!" I try to hug him, but he pushes me away.

"I don't believe you."

"What? I'm telling the truth! You heard what the cops said! You saw the bruises on my wrists and ankles! They kept me bound!"

"Mmm, hmmm. I'll bet that's what you asked them to do."

"What? No! Never!"

Isaac shakes his head.

"I don't even know who you are anymore, Sharon."

"What do you mean? I'm still your wife! I still love you!"

"Sharon, get out."

"What?"

"I said get out! Get out of my house!"

"It's our house! My name is on the mortgage!"

"Sharon, I... I can't even look at you any more. Please, pack a bag and get out before I do something I'll regret the rest of my life!"

"Fine!"

I find a suitcase and throw in my essentials and some basic clothes. With tears blinding my vision I get into my car and speed off into the night. As I'm driving I feel the sensation of butterflies in my belly.

Oh my God! I just felt my baby move!

I pull to the side of the road. I run my hand over my little round bump.

"Baby, I want you to know that no matter what, I'm going to take good care of you. You are always going to have me in your corner. I won't let anyone hurt you or not let you be born. You're mine. Nothing will ever change that. I love you."

Once again I feel the flutters. There's only one place for me to go...

To Jim and Bertha's house.

It's almost as if they are expecting me.

They let me in and shuffle me up to the bedroom.

"Strip," Jim orders me.

I take off all my clothes and underwear and stand in front of them naked.

"You're pregnant?" Jim asks.

"Yes, Sir," I reply. "It's not my husband's. He's had an operation."

"It could be yours dear," Bertha says, "or it could be any of the men that have fucked her in the past four months. I must say, Shira, that you have a cute little baby bump. I can't wait to see your belly grow." She comes up to me and rubs me.

"We could put her in the showcase now that she has a bit of a bump."

"What showcase?" I ask.

Bertha smiles and shoves a cloth into my mouth. Her husband is right behind her with the tape. Six strips later I'm gagged. Bertha takes out one of her silk scarves and ties it over my mouth and nose. Then she takes another one and ties my hands behind my back.

"Mmmm, I like seeing her tied with scarves," Jim says. He comes and stands behind me and presses his crotch to my butt. His hardness is unmistakable.

"Welcome home, Shira. You and my son are right where you belong."

Jim sits on the bed and undoes his pants. His hard cock springs free.

"Secure her on the bed, then get over here and suck my cock."

"Yes, dear."

Bertha takes my arm. I climb up on the bed. She ties my wrists in front of me, then takes a longer scarf to hoist them over my head. I don't even struggle or fight. What's the use? The cat is out of the bag now.

Bertha kneels down and begins to suck on Jim.

"Ahhhh!! Yes, that's good, baby. Mmmmm, yes, that's real good! Ahhhh, ahhhh, get it ready for Shira!"

Watching her sucking his cock is making especially horny. Then again, maybe it's the pregnancy hormones.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm, mmmmm?"

"What's that, Shira? Are you ready for me to fuck you?"

"Mmmmmm!" I nod.

"Good. Bertha, she's ready."

Bertha raises her head. Jim climbs onto the behind me.

"Put me inside of her," he commands. I can't see behind me, but I feel Jim's moist cock rub against my pussy. He pushes his hips upwards and slides into me.

"Uhhhhhh! Bertha, start filming, I want to remember this as Shira's first pregnant fuck."

Bertha is ready with her phone and starts recording as Jim cups my breasts and kisses the back of my neck.

"My sweet," he hisses in my ear, "I'm glad that you came back to your master. I will take good care of you and our child." He runs his hand over my belly. "Mmmmm, you are going to look so delicious as you get bigger." He runs his thumbs over my nipples. "I'm going to fuck you every single day until you give birth!"

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!"

"Feels good to you, doesn't it?"

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmm,"

I nod.

"Stick your chest out and push your ass back into my lap as hard as you can."

"Mmmmmmm!" I can feel his cock touching the mouth of my womb!

"Roll that sexy baby belly for your master and mistress!"

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmm," I groan. I begin rolling my belly. I look down and watch as my sexy bump moves in and out.

"Don't cum until I tell you," Jim says, "I want you to savor this moment and this feeling!"

Oh God, sex has never felt so good to me before! How can I hold back the orgasm?

"Fuck! Shira! Shira!"

"Hmmmmmmmmmm!" I squeal when Jim grabs my breasts tightly. His entire body stiffens. I know he's cumming. He slowly releases me and disconnects from me.

"Mmmmm? Mhm mmmhm chmmmm!" I shake my head.

"You didn't cum?"

"Nmmmmmph!"

"Bertha, come and help Shira out while I help myself to your pussy."

"Of course, dear."

She takes off her clothes and lays on the bed so that I am sitting on her face. She opens her legs. Jim climbs on the bed and slides into her.

"Clean her pussy," he says. He begins to fuck Bertha.

"Ommmmmmmph!" I cry. I start moving back and forth across Bertha's face. She holds my knees while she kisses and licks my pussy. At the same time she meets her husband thrust for thrust.

"Ahhhhhh, uhhhhhh," Jim moans. "This is what I like, my best slave being pleasured by me and my wife!

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm!" I moan.

"Make her cum, Bertha. Make her squirt all over your face.

"Mmmmm," Bertha moans. Her voice vibrates against my clit.

I can't hold it back any more. I must cum!

"Hmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!" My body shakes and quakes. Moments later Jim has a second orgasm. He pulls out of Bertha and unties my hands from above my head. He quickly retied them behind my back.

"Get down here and clean her pussy!"

While I ease between Bertha's legs, Jim kneels beside her head and thrusts his cum soaked cock into her mouth.

"Uhhhnnnn! Ohhhhh, glhhhhh, glhhhhhh," she moans. I rub my face back and forth across her pussy. The silk scarf that they used to gag me with is doing a good job of sopping up the cum and pleasuring her too. She begins moving her hips up and down.

"You wanna cum, baby?"

"Uhhhh huhhh," she moans.

"Come for us then! Make it a big one!"

Bertha squirts her juices all over my face as I did for her. Meanwhile, Jim has his third orgasm. He rocks and shakes before pulling out of Bertha's mouth. I rise onto my knees. Bertha lies on the bed sweating and panting.

"Fantastic," she says. "Shira, you really know how to work your gagged mouth."

"She's gonna get used to it, because she's gonna stay gagged as long as she stays here," Jim says.

"Hmmmmmm?"

Jim cups my chin.

"You heard me. You're also not going back to work until after the baby is born and old enough for day care. You will do whatever chores we assign you, and you will be available for fucking or pleasure whenever we want. You will also be dancing for some very special friends of ours who not only love belly dancers, they especially go nuts for pregnant belly dancers. Do you understand all of this, Shira? You belong to us now, fully. You don't have anywhere else to go, now do you?"

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmm," I shake my head.

He's right. What have I got to lose now? I can't be on the streets. I do have quite a savings, but I really didn't want to dip into it unless necessary.

Well, it looks like I'm going to be a full-time slave.

Until when?

Forever?

Right now, that's what it's looking like.

Forever.

Chapter Fourteen

How in the hell do they expect me to be comfortable in this position? I'm sitting on the floor cross legged with my ankles tied together and my wrists cuffed behind me and chained to a hook in the floor. On three sides of me are cool metal walls that compromise Bertha's desk. Before me she sits, working. My engorged breasts are sitting on top of my rounded pregnant belly. I'm going to need to be pumped soon before I start leaking. My breasts feel full.

"That's right. Tomorrow night. She'll be ready," Bertha is saying. She hangs up her call.

"Mmmmmmmph!"

She looks down at me.

"How are we doing down there Shira?"

"Mmmmmm, bhmmmm!" I shake my chest at her.

"Your breasts are full, dear?"

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm!" I nod.

"Don't worry. Your mistress has you." She steps away and kneels under the desk. She gets my breasts in the pumping machine and turns it on.

"Mmmmmmmmm," I groan with relief as the milk is squeezed out. I didn't think that I would produce milk until after I gave birth, but apparently some women are capable of producing milk while they are still pregnant.

"Look at all that liquid gold coming out of you, Shira. All of your treasure isn't in your pussy."

She pumps me until nothing else comes out.

"Good girl. I'll just package this up and freeze it with the rest." She gets up.

"Mmmmmmm!"

"What?"

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmm!" I rattle my chain with my wrists.

"Are you trying to say that you're uncomfortable down there?"

"Mmmmmm!" I nod.

"Alright, I'll let you from under there for now." She leans down and unlocks the chain but not the wrist cuffs. She unties my ankles and gradually pulls me out from under the desk. She takes my elbow and helps me stand up.

"Spread your legs for me."

I stand with my legs about shoulder width apart.

"Mmmm, Shira, I knew you'd be super sexy once you really began to show. Are you wet?"

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm,"

I nod. Indeed I am! Since I found out I was pregnant my sex drive has gone into overtime! It's like I can't cum or get fucked enough!

Bertha slides her hand between my legs. She holds her hand up for me to see her fingers shining with my juices. She puts her hand to her mouth and licks.

"Mmmm, delicious. Lie down. Let me enjoy a snack of that beautiful pregnant pussy."

I lie on the couch in her office. Bertha wastes no time in diving between my legs.

"Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmmmmm!" I immediately thrust into her face. She slides her tongue in and out of my pussy and scrapes her teeth across my clit. She folds her hands under my thighs while she continues her oral assault of my pussy! I moan and thrust and groan. Meanwhile, the baby is rolling and kicking inside of me. I can't really see Bertha over my belly, but I can sure feel what she's doing!

"Mmmmm," her voice vibrates against me, "cum hard for me, Shira!"

"Mmmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmph!"

I thrust hard into her face, my back locking as my body quakes. When the first orgasm ends Bertha says,

"Kneel on the couch with your back to me."

I sit up and kneel on the sofa. Bertha gets behind me. She puts one hand on my belly and one between my legs.

"You're still horny, aren't you, my sweet Shira?"

"Mmmmmm, hmmmmm," I nod frantically.

"I want you to cum again for me." She spreads her fingers across my pussy. With the other hand she rubs my stomach.

"Mmmmm," she kisses the back of my neck, "you've got a busy baby in there, don't you?"

"Mmmmmmmm," I nod.

"Push that pussy back on my fingers," she whispers in my ear. "Fuck my hand, Shira. Roll those sweet hips in a circle for Mama."

"Mmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmmm," I moan softly. I lay my head back on her shoulder.

"Admit it," she whispers, "you love being a bound and kept slave. Why would you ever want to go back to your old life?"

"Mmmmmmmm," I raise my face towards hers. She cups my chin and kisses my taped mouth. I keep pushing my pelvis back on her wiggling fingers. God, why must this feel so good?

"Belly dancing can help ease the pain of labor," she says. "So we are going to make sure that you dance as you labor when the time comes. Besides, Jim and I love how much more sexy you are with this beautiful pregnant belly."

"Mmmmmmmm," I nod.

"Mmmm," she kisses me again. She takes her fingers and runs it over my gag.

"I love how your lips feel under all this tape. I also love how your pussy feels in my hand, don't you?"

"Mmmmmm, hmmmm."

She begins to wiggle her fingers again.

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm," I moan.

"Push that pussy on my hand. Now roll your hips."

"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmm, hmmmmm!"

"You need to come again, don't you?"

"Mmmmm, hmmmmm, mmmmmm!" I nod.

"Then cum, Shira. You have permission."

My second orgasm is even more intense than the first. My muffled screams fill the room.

"Good girl," Bertha says. "So, you're ready to come out from under my desk?"

"Mmmmm, hmmmm," I nod.

"Good. Sit here." She pats her office chair. I sit down. She binds my ankles spread to the cross legs of the chair. Then she binds my wrists to the main leg that supports the chair. So I'm sitting with my chest and upper body leaned back and the rest of me protruding forward.

"Do a sexy chair dance for me so that I can cum," Bertha says. She sits on the couch facing me and lifts her skirt. Her hand goes to her pussy. She watches me intently.

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm," I moan. I start rolling my belly.

"Oh yes," Bertha exhales deeply, "that's what I want to see. Keep going, Shira. Don't stop until I cum!"

It doesn't take long for Bertha to please herself. Her breath catches, and she shakes and shivers. She lays back breathing hard. Finally she gets up and comes over to me.

"Thank you, Shira. That felt amazing. I'm going to release you for now because I have an online meeting in a few minutes."

She unties me from the chair and helps me stand up.

"Oh, there's a surprise in the basement if you're interested." She kisses my taped mouth and swats my ass before sending me on my way.

Bertha and Jim have a newer home, but the basement was never finished, so it's concrete walls and a cement floor with exposed pipes and pillars. I decide to see what's down there. I open the door and make my way carefully down the heavy wooden stairs.

"Mmmmmmmmmph! Hmmmmm, mmmmmmph!"

I turn on the light. Standing off in one corner is a young white woman with her wrists chained above her head. She is wearing a black mask blindfold, and her mouth has been wrapped with duct tape. I study her. She has substantially round breasts, but the rest of her is small and shapely. I see that a spreader bar has been tied between her ankles. She is struggling to get free to no avail.

I reach out and lift the mask blindfold. She blinks and looks at me. Her eyes get large. It could be because I'm pregnant or because I'm also gagged.

"Mmmmmmph! Phmmmmph, hmmmmmph mmmph!" she says. She yanks on her wrist bondage.

"Mmmmmm!" I put my finger to my mouth. "Mhm wmmmmph hmmmm yhmmm."

"Mmmmmmmph?" She looks at my big belly.

I gently cup her cheeks. I look into her beautiful blue eyes.

"Mmmmm," I tilt my head and press my taped mouth to hers. I step back. She looks at me, clearly stunned. I cup her face again. This time, not only do I give her a gagged kiss, I press my breasts against hers. Our nipples touch briefly. Then I step back to gauge her reaction. She has stopped fighting and looks a little calmer.

"Mmmmmmph?" she looks at me again.

"Mmmmm, mmmmmm," I reply. I take her breasts into my hands and begin to play with them.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmm," she moans. She leans forward to push her breasts into my hands. She begins to turn her torso back and forth. She's enjoying this! I run my hands down her muscular abdomen to her dark pubic hair. I put one hand on her clit and begin to rub while I also rub her breasts.

"Mmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!" she cries. She is already wet. I slide my hand down further and insert a finger into her pussy. I wiggle it around. Then I insert another finger and begin to fuck her with my fingers.

"Mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmm, hmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!"

She begins to shift her hips to grind my hand. I use my thumb to massage her clit. She cannot be still. She is grinding and twisting and moaning until...

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" she cries. Her pussy clamps tight on my fingers and throbs. When she calms down I pull my hand back. I hold up my hand to show her how shiny they are with her juices. I cup her face and kiss her again.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moans into my sealed lips.

"Mmmmmm, hmmmmmm," I reply. I cup her breasts again and look at her.

"Ah, I see the two of you have met!" Jim comes down the stairs. "Misty, this is Shira. As you can see," he rubs my belly, "she has been bred by one of the many suitors who have had the pleasure of entering her pussy. Shira is a very special slave of mine. She is not only very sexy, she is a talented dancer. Tonight we are going to showcase her for some special guests. You will be there to cheer her on, so to speak, though I doubt there will be much cheering from you and your sisters, since you will all be gagged. I like my slaves when they can't speak? Isn't that right, my princess?"

"Mmmm, hmmmm. Mhmmm lhmmmph mmmph whmmm hmmm gfpmmph chmmmph thmmmph."

"Heh. Heh, as you can see, or hear, rather, Shira still attempts to communicate with her voice, even though it is hard to understand her. She knows that her mistress and I love her gagspeak. Shira," Jim turns to me now and cups my breasts, "have you been milked yet?"

"Mmmmmm, hmmmm."

"Have you been fucked by me today?"

"Mmmmmm, mmmmm," I shake my head.

"Want to give your new slave sister a demo of what it's like to service me?"

"Mmmmm, hmmmm."

"First, make sure that she can enjoy the experience while she watches."

He hands me a length of rope. I nod and fold the rope in half. I wind it around Misty's waist and pull the free ends through the loop. I wind them about four times before I pull the ends through the loop again. I pull them between her legs and up through the rope at her back. I give a tug and make a knot.

"Mmmmmmmph, mmmmmph, mmmmmph!" she cries.

"That is your first crotch rope my dear. You're going to need it, trust me." Jim takes another length of rope to tie my wrists behind my back. He sits on a huge wooden crate and unzips his pants. His large cock springs free.

"Come my Shira. Show your new sister how talented you are." He grasps my hips and eases me down onto his cock.

"Ommmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph!" My pussy immediately hugs his cock.

"Ohhhh! Now, dance for Daddy! Come on," he swats my ass, "move those sexy hips of yours! Fuck me good!"

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmph!" I roll my pelvis in rhythmic circles so that his cock hits the walls of my pussy. I hook my feet around his legs for balance.

"Mmmmmm, yes, oh that's a good girl! Yes, yes! Mmmmm, that pregnant pussy feels so good!"

I look over at Misty. She is slowly rolling her hips and shifting her weight back and forth between her legs.

"Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmph," she grunts.

"Show her what you do best," Jim says.

I start rolling my belly. Misty looks astounded. Our eyes meet. I'll bet she wants to fuck me too.

"Ohhhhhh," Jim moans. "Let me feel this sexiness in my hands! Move it for me!"

"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmm!" I nod. He begins bouncing me in his lap.

"Shit! Oh shit, shit, fuck!" Jim stiffens as he shoots his hot load into me. After holding me on his lap for a few moments he unties my wrists and says,

"Well done. Go on upstairs and get cleaned up and rest for tonight." He looks hungrily at Misty.

Once I am alone in the bathroom and showering the thoughts begin tumbling around in my head.

I should be happy. I live a totally hedonistic lifestyle. I don't have anything to worry about. I didn't think I would ever get pregnant, and here I am about to be a mother in two months. I'm sure that my baby will be loved and won't want for anything.

So why am I not happy?

I miss my husband. Legally we are still married. Isaac never did serve me papers. He knows where I am.

So why isn't he here?

He is hurting. I'm sure that he feels betrayed, highly betrayed.

I should have stopped this when it first began. After that first incident I should have reported Jim and taken my chances with the consequences.

I didn't. Now look where I am.

He will always have power over me and my child unless...

Unless what? How do we stop him now? It's gone too far. He must have what, twenty or thirty girls as slaves now, plus his own daughter.

How can I stop it? How can I walk away?

Do I want to walk away?

I'm so confused. I'm not sure what to do.

Chapter Fifteen

Standing behind the sheer curtains the silhouette of a woman begins to move, her hips, her arms, her legs, all in a tantalizing rhythm that has the audience holding their breath as the dark melodic Egyptian melody plays from the house musicians. The curtain parts, and she backs into the room still moving her hips and arms. Finally she turns. There is an audible gaps from the crowd when they finally see the secret that she has been hiding. She is pregnant. Her massive belly protrudes from underneath her adorned coin bra like an inverted mixing bowl with her navel popped out in a round little bump. As she sways her hips the coin belt shakes in rhythm with her movements, all precise, all calculated, all designed to draw in the people who are closely watching her. She begins to mingle around the tables amongst the couples. Her belly begins moving like the waves of the ocean, threatening to entice you, to draw you into her spellbinding moves and never let you go. She pauses to dance in front of one man dangling a large bill at her.

"Your cup of life is as beautiful as you are, my queen." He leans toward her as if he might touch her beautiful rolling belly, but he does not. She moves on to other tables, other audience members, but now he has a massive hard on. The more she dances the harder his dick becomes. He hopes that he doesn't cum in his pants while watching her tease the others.

He has to have her, somehow, someway. He summons a man from the shadows.

"Jim," he whispers, "she's one of yours, isn't she?"

"Yes. That's Shira."

"Man, that girl... how much for me to have her?"

"Three thousand for an hour."

"Three grand? Why so much?"

"She's pregnant. I gotta protect my assets, don't I?"

"You drive a hard bargain. Alright, three grand. Come and get me when she's ready."

I watch Jim talking to man that I can only describe as a silver fox, with silverly black hair cut neatly, a trimmed mustache and beard. His suit looks like he's definitely loaded. He is also handsome. I can guess that he's negotiating my fee for the man to have sex with me.

After I dance two more songs, the audience explodes with applause. I give them some polite curtsies before going backstage, which is really an area behind the screen in the country club banquet hall. Jim is waiting for me.

"Towel off and come with me. You have caught the eye of Mr. Sterling, a longtime golf buddy of mine. He wants you for the hour. I'm charging him three grand, so whatever he wants, you will give it to him!"

Fifteen minutes later I am tied securely to a massage table in the spa area. I have been stripped naked except for my veil. Jim slides a mask blindfold over my eyes just as the man walks into the room.

"She's all yours, George. Do what you want with her. She's been trained to serve. Extra rope and tape is in the cabinet, plus wherever else you might need for your pleasure set."

"Thanks, Jim."

I lay there with my heart racing and blood running cool.

"Hello, Shira. I'm Sterling. May I say that you are a beautiful dancer. You are quite sexy as well. I have a fetish for pregnant women. I hope you understand."

"Mmmmmmmmm," I reply.

"Did you say something?"

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm."

"If I didn't know better I'd say you sound like you have something in your mouth."

"Mmmmmm, hmmmmm."

"You do have something in your mouth?"

"Mmmmmmmmm."

"Can you get it out?"

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm," I shake my head.

"Wait, you've got something in your mouth that you can't get out?"

"Mmmmmm!" I nod.

"Are you gagged?"

"Mmmmmm, hmmmm!"

"You can't talk at all?"

"Mhm chmmm shmmmph mhm thmmmph!"

"Oh man! Were you gagged while you were dancing out there?"

"Mmmmmm, hmmmm!"

"Good. Aw, you just made me awfully hard. How about you? Are you wet?"

"Mmmmmmmm," I nod.

"Let's see."

I feel a finger probing my pussy.

"Shit, you are wet! Very wet! I'll bet you're dying for me to fuck you aren't you?"

"Mmmmmmmm!" I nod.

"Not so fast, my dear. I have a whole hour with you. I intend to savor this time we have together. First, I'd like to see this delicious belly in action again. Do some of those same sexy movements."

"Mmmmmmm," I say. I begin to roll my belly. He places his hands on it while I do.

"Aw yeah, mmmm, that feels good! You have no idea how fucking sexy you are. I think I'm gonna have a little snack while you're doing that."

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" I cry when his tongue drags over my clit. He doesn't stop there. While he makes a meal of my pussy, he wets one finger in my warm tunnel and then probes my anus!

"Ever had your ass finger fucked?"

"Mmmmmmmmm!" I nod.

"Good!" He sucks on my clit and slides his finger into my tight hole. He wiggles it around while licking me.

"Mmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm, hmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmm!"

"That's it, my sweet. Now, I think it's time for me to examine that pussy with my probe." He slides his cock into me but keeps finger fucking my ass! Combined with the belly rolls, the feeling is incredible!

"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmm, hmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmph!"

"That's right girl! Don't be still! Move for me!"

I thrust my pelvis to his hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. Soon I explode with an intense orgasm, so intense that my anus and my pussy throb and contract on his cock and finger.

"Fuck," he moans. "Goddamn girl, you feel so good!" He moans and stiffens. I can assume that he's filling me with his hot cum. He pulls out of me.

"I'm still hard, girl. I think I'm gonna have to fuck this sexy ass of yours."

"Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmph!"

"I can't understand what you just said, but this ass is nice and ready for me! My dick is already wet from your juicy pussy!"

I feel resistance as he pushes against my asshole. He wiggles and pushes until it finally slides into the tight hole.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmph!"

"Fuck, it's tight in there! Real tight! Uhhhhh! Shit! Mmmmmm! Keep moving that sexy belly, girl!"

Slave to my own pleasure, I do as I'm told. My baby belly moves in, down, and out, over and over again. It feels so good. Even having him fuck me in my ass is just incredible! I want to cum again and again. Once he starts playing with my clit, it's a wrap. He cums in my ass this time. I feel the hot slime dripping from my asshole.

"Time to clean you up."

Sterling begins wiping me with a warm and soft cloth. When he's done he cups my face with his hands.

"You were amazing, Shira. Worth every penny. I hope I see you again, soon."

Suddenly I hear lots of footsteps, then guns clicking and voices yelling, "Freeze! Get your hands up! Move away from the woman!"

Wait, what? I'm dreaming, right? No, someone is removing my blindfold and untying me. Hands are cutting away my gag and voices are telling me that everything is going to be just fine. Those same people help me off the table and putting a blanket around me. I'm still in utter shock. How did this happen? Who knew? Who called? Are they going to arrest me?

Is it really over?

Chapter Sixteen

"Your baby looks very good, Mrs. Anderson. I'd say that you can expect to meet her in another eight weeks."

The doctor removes the ultrasound wand from my belly. A nurse wipes off the gel with a paper towel.

"Her? It's a girl?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you knew."

"No, I uh... I didn't but... I'm very pleased to know that."

"We'll let you get some rest."

He and the nurse leave my room.

I have been in the hospital for a couple of days. They have been running lots of tests on me because of what I've been through the past several months. So far, all of them have come back negative. That's good, but...

When they discharge me, where will

I go? I guess I'll have to get a motel room while I look for an apartment. I roll onto my side and close my eyes. Now more than ever I really miss Isaac. I guess that ship has...

"Excuse me, Mrs. Anderson, your husband is here to see you."

"My husband?"

She holds the door open. Isaac comes through it with flowers and a huge teddy bear.

"Sharon!"

My eyes instantly tear up. He comes and puts his arms around me. I cling to him and start crying. I missed him so much! I missed his firm arms and chest, his smell, his laugh, everything! Finally he releases me.

"Sharon, I... I know I don't deserve a second chance but... I... the truth is that I was wrong."

"What?"

He continues to stroke my face as he talks.

"I should have believed you the first time. I was just so hurt when you turned up pregnant, and I knew that it wasn't mine. All those months without you were just miserable."

"How did you know I was here?"

"The nice FBI agents who arrested Jim told me."

"He... he was arrested? He's in jail?"

"Yeah. He was considered too much of a flight risk. The judge denied his bail. His wife is in jail too."

"Wait, he said that no one would ever believe me or any of us!"

"Well, he was wrong. A lady he worked with, Priya, I think is her name, they had a falling out over money. She called the authorities on him. She had video evidence, taped conversations, and a bunch of other stuff that proved what he did to you and so many other women. Baby, he's going down for a long time."

"The slave mistress," I say quietly.

"Sharon, please, come home. I know you went through a lot, but I want us to work through it together."

"What about the baby?"

He smiles and places his hand on my belly.

"We will raise this child together. I will love he or she like they are my own. I know that after the miscarriages that we had just given up, but this baby is a gift."

"It's a girl. I just found out."

Issac smiles.

"I love you, Sharon."

"I love you too, Isaac!"

Epilogue

Sitting on the porch swing of our remodeled farm house, I lazily swing back and forth as I watch Isaac and Sarah, our daughter, chase each other with the water hose. They are laughing hysterically. I smile, thinking of how glad I am to have them both.

I know you all are wondering how I got here. Well, Priya Singh, the one that I called Mistress, did turn state's evidence against Jim and Bertha. She was given immunity for her testimony. Their daughter, Lisa, moved away after their trial. The last I heard she had gotten married, moved to a little small town and was a librarian. She had no contact with her folks.

Jim and Bertha were both charged with trafficking, extortion, blackmail, and kidnapping. They both got 30 years a piece. By the time they get out of prison they will both be in their seventies and most likely too old and too decrepit to do anything to anybody else.

Our daughter, Sarah, was born full term, weighing almost eight pounds. She's a beautiful little girl with sandy curls and crystal green eyes. She loves to read and swim and loves animals. She's lucky that her mom and dad bought a small farm with a few horses, some goats, chickens, ducks, and a dog.

I never went back to work. Being a wife and a mom and a caretaker for the animals became my full time job, but I was awarded a nice settlement from what Jim had done to me, which is what we used to buy this house and land. Well, some of it. The rest is for Sarah. Hopefully she'll go to college, but only if that's what she chooses.

Maybe one day I will tell her how she came to be, when she's much older.

Then again, maybe I won't. Does it matter? She's here, she's healthy, and she is loved.

I know you're also dying to know if I still like being tied up? Yes, I do. However, Isaac and I never play with Sarah in the house. It's strictly vanilla sex. When she's sleeping at her grandparents, oh, then we have fun! Lots of fun!

In a way I am glad to Jim and Bertha. They helped me discover my submissive side, and because of them I have a beautiful daughter.

Sometimes out of the ugliest things come the most beautiful gifts.

Thank you for listening to my story.

The End