Chapter 2: The Surrender
Bart led Mae into the middle of living room, and told her kneel there. He left the noose of his makeshift leash around her neck. The loose end bumping against her breasts and dragging the floor as she moved reminded Mae of the way she would train a puppy. Bitterly she realized that was exactly what Bart was doing..., training her as his puppy. The gang members relaxed on the couches and chairs around the room. They were not bashful about staring at her.
After a few minutes, Bart tossed Mae a sofa cushion, with the instruction to, "...sit on this." Mae gratefully rolled her tailbone onto the soft pillow. Sitting up with her feet together, and her knees up in front of her, she could lock her arms around her shins to support her back. No sooner was she comfortable, however, than Bart corrected her. "No, no slut," he said harshly. "Spread your legs. Show us your pussy."
Jan blushed a vivid red, but as she was told. Rocking backward to support herself on her elbows, she parted her feet to widen her knees and expose her sex. Grateful as she was to be off her sore knees and the hard floor, she was humiliated to sit in a room full of men ogling her most private parts as if she was some kind of sex trophy.
"That God damned bastard," she thought to herself, "he won't even let me rest without shaming me."
Minutes passed, then an hour and more. Mae tried to rest herself by changing her position from sitting up to laying flat on her back. Trying follow Bart's order, she was careful to keep her legs spread as she moved the pillow up to support her head. Bart, however, again objected, and told her to return the pillow to her hips. As she lay back flat again, the pillow under her middle elevated her crotch and displayed her feminine slit even more prominently than when she had been sitting upright.
Even so, Mae found lying flat on her back more comfortable than sitting. Anyway, the novelty of a naked woman to stare at had begun to wear off. The gang had gradually switched to chatting among themselves, reading the paper, and surfing the TV channels looking for more news about themselves.
Mae was left alone to contemplate the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. For one thing, she was a little queasy from swallowing Bart's cum load. For another, it was unsettling to lay on the floor with her legs splayed, and a rope around her neck, as if she was captive female flesh offered for sale in some illicit middle eastern slave market. What made her really ill, however, was the realization that she had not only sucked this stranger's penis in front of her husband and daughter, she had finished her blow job with what could only be described as slutty enthusiasm.
What in the world had come over her? She hoped that her family would understand that she was only doing what had to be done if any of them were to stay alive. Surely they would forgive her for a little 'overacting.'
Was she simply 'overacting?' Mae herself was not so sure. When she first took Bart's penis in her mouth, she did so only because he threatened to rape her daughter. There could be no question about that much, but after that what? At the end, was she sucking him like a whore in heat. Why?
Her fear fully explained only why she was on her knees with his penis in her mouth in the first place. Fear could not entirely account for her later uncharacteristic passion for sucking cock, or why she was willing, even eager, to swallow its slimy product. She had certainly never before found anything erotic about giving a blow job. Indeed, all her married life she had avoided suck her own husband's penis whenever possible. Even on the rare occasions she condescended to do so, she had never once swallowed his marital load. .
This arrogant swaggering gangster was handsome enough but Mae was not attracted to him physically as much as she was psychologically. Why should there be an attraction of any kind? Surely to be stripped naked, then forced her knees and made suck dick, shouldn't turn a decent woman into a wanton tramp. But, it had! Mae had heard of women who were aroused by abuse. Was she one of those. Could she have been sexually submissive all along without being aware of it? Perhaps! There seemed to be nothing else that would explain this sudden urge to service Bart's prick with her mouth.
All Mae knew for certain was that sucking this awful stranger's cock had lit a fire in her pussy. It had been a passion unique to her experience. Nothing in her love making with her husband from her wedding night onward was even close to it in intensity. Moreover, out of that inexplicable lust had come a residual hunger that was still with her, as unabated and unsatisfied as it was unfamiliar.
Mae had always been a typically shy woman, reluctant to flaunt her body, or her sexuality, where anyone could see, even her husband. Now suddenly, everything was upside down, as she found herself sitting naked with her pussy on display before a roomful of men. She tried to ignore those leering looks, but she was painfully aware that they were enjoying her bare breasts, and peeking between her legs. "Merchandise in a whore house is what I am," she thought bitterly, yet at the same time she was titillated and aroused, knowing that this brazen display of her sex had all their cocks on the rise.
"They are all wondering," she said to herself, "what would it be like if I were to suck their cocks the same way I did for Bart."
Mae wondered about that too! She could see herself dragging the rope of her home made leash under her as she crawled from man to man, from penis to penis, swallowing semen. What she had done for Bart in front of these men disgusted her, but Mae could not make the thought of being forced into a gang bang blow job go away. To do it again for them all would be a thousand time worse, and yet.., and yet..., why was her pussy moist from just thinking about it.
"Good God," she asked herself, "how could I even think about such a degrading thing, let alone be stimulated by it?"
She was a married woman, decent and chaste. Why this unaccountable appetite for raw sex, this sudden schism in her moral standards? Could it be that pure in deed was not necessarily the same as pure at heart? Was she in fact not only a submissive female, but a born slut as well? Had this urge to worship a penis been there all along, only to be awakened when Bart insisted that she suck him off?
Mae remembered a favorite fantasy she had been enjoying since she was a teenager. In her day dream she saw herself as a young bride captured by Turkish raiders in an attack on a medieval town on the border between Christian Europe and the Islamic middle east. Alone in the shower, drifting in a dreamy reverie, she had often jerked herself off with a soapy finger while imagining the pillage of her home by cruel Muslim marauders.
As she stroked her clit under the warm water, Mae would fantasize that she was raped in front of her husband, and then taken away as a slave on a long journey to an Istanbul flesh market where women were bought and sold. A spice that burned like fire was rubbed on her nipples to give them color, and make them hard and erect. Naked, she was first paraded thru a leering jeering drunken crown where dirty hands grabbed at her breasts and ass. Next she was displayed standing with spread legs on auction block while prospective buyers inspected her charms, squeezing her tits and fingering in her pussy. Once the sale began, a noose from the ceiling was hung around her neck to make certain that she could not stoop or slouch. Thru it all, her arms were chained behind her back, and the auctioneer threatened that she would be severely whipped if she raised her eyes off the floor to look at the crowd or at any bidder. As he offered her for sale to the highest bidder, the auctioneer lashed at her legs with a limber cane to make her dance and her tits flop.
Her buyer turned out to be a professional slaver, a middleman merchant who bought attractive females for resale to his rich clients along the Tigris and Euphrates Rivers, and in Persia. In these far away lands there was a great demand for European women as harem concubines. Pretty blondes with big breasts like herself brought handsome prices there.
On the long journey deep into the land of the Prophet, her merchant owner diligently instructed his prize in the ancient skills of the houri (which, of course, was also his opportunity to enjoy the sexual favors of this beautiful young girl.) In Mae's fantasy she was ultimately sold into the seraglio of the Islamic Sultan of Baghdad. Her imagination had in time created a thousand and one nights of elaborate and erotic sub plots about the many ways the Sultan and his guests used her lovely body and enjoyed her sexual wiles for their pleasure.
Mae had been masturbating regularly since puberty, and this fantasy of sex and slavery never failed to help bring on soul shaking orgasms. Its plot, however, seemed a good deal less benign now. Suddenly, unexpectedly, she was a real captive, forcibly stripped and made to suck the cock of the victorious enemy chieftain while her husband watched. Perhaps it was not surprising that her response had been erotically identical to that of her make-believe servitude of so long ago.
As yet, however, there was one significant omission from this real life sexual nightmare. So far Bart had not tested Mae's pussy. She expected, however, that was only a matter of time before he demanded more of her than just a blow job. How would she react when Bart finally decided to fuck her? Of course it would be futile, perhaps even fatal, to refuse him. Even so, would it really be rape, or was some part of her now willing to spread her legs for his oversized penis? Nonsense, she thought. The man had brutalized her. How could it be that she might actually WANT such a man to rape her..., fuck her..., make love to her..., whatever?
Mae had always regarded the use of a woman's body to be a favor to be bestowed entirely at the woman's discretion and choice. From their wedding night, Jack had accepted as dogma that sex was his wife's option, and he had always allowed her to determine when, where, and how, they would make love. She had never seriously thought about rape, but now suddenly, sex by threat and force was something very much at hand. What would it be like? Could a decent woman actually enjoy being raped, and even orgasm on the cock that was abusing her?
Mae was uncertain of the answer generally or how other women might react. She recognized, however, that in her desperate circumstances, what other women thought or might do did not much matter..., so what about herself and Bart? To that specific non-hypothetical question, she was terribly afraid she knew the answer!
