Knowing what he wanted she struggled to swallow as he pumped his cumload into her mouth. She knew they were all watching her as she urgently gulped down the cum pouring into her mouth.
She was sick at the thought - but she had no choice.
"You're not much of a cocksucker, baby," Bill smirked as he shoved himself back in his pants and the other men smiled.
"But you sure do know how to swallow!" he laughed.
She began to cough at the thick loads that she felt slowly rolling down her throat.
"My turn," Ralph laughed, approaching her.
Kim pressed into the couch, fearful and sick at the thought of having to suck them all off.
"Not just yet," Bill countered. "We don't want to mess her up too bad. Hubby can still come through."
"Fuck that," Ralph began.
Bill glared at him. Ralph sulked away and made another drink.
"Say thank you," Bill demanded of her.
Through her anger and her glaring eyes she made herself say the words.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"For what?" Bill snapped angrily.
She knew what he wanted – she was not stupid or innocent. She knew he was doing everything her could to break her down mentally.
And she knew she must comply. The memory of his vicious slaps still rang in her mind.
"Thank you for not making me blow him."
Bill laughed and sat on the couch next to her. She pulled tight into the corner of the sofa.
"You got a filthy mouth, Kimmie," Bill laughed. "You're a dirty girl, aren't you?" he sneered as he reached out and stroked her right breast. Kim did not move as she felt the hand on her naked tit.
Then he stopped and stared into her eyes.
"Tell you what, sweetheart," he murmured. "You wanted to get dressed so I'll let you get your underwear on," he smiled. Then he reached down and picked up the camera from the coffee table. "On one condition."
He saw her hesitation. "Don't worry, honey," he cooed. "Just for us."
She didn't move. There was no way she was going to let them take pictures...
"Don't be stupid," Bill snapped. "We've already got pictures of your naked cunt!"
She saw the anger return to his eyes.
"If you don't we'll just tie your ass up and take them anyway," he said plainly.
Her reached down and took her black lace bra and black lace bikini panties from the floor. Handing them to her he pulled his hand back and made her reach for them, her small tits moving against his arm as she was forced to lean.
She was disgusted four men were watching her as she slid on her lacy bra and pulled up her bikini. But they all had already fucked her, she thought sadly. There was nothing they had not see or felt up.
"Stand up," Bill demanded when she finished putting on her underwear.
Knowing what they were going to do, but having no choice, she stood.
"Hands over your head."
And it began. She stood sobbing internally as the camera flashed. They told her to assume different poses in her underwear as the camera flashed again and again, seventeen times.
"You're a beautiful woman, Kim," Bill oddly said as he took another picture, this time of her leaning down and focusing the camera on her tits nearly spilling out of her bra.
When he was done taking photographs he let her return to the couch, gave her yet another drink, and moved to the chair. The other men stood around the room, but not physically close to her.
A short time later Tom and Fred again left.
"Better hope hubby looks at his e-mail at night," Bill said firmly.
"He does," Kim whispered.
"You know, I'd worry about that," Bill replied oddly. Then he looked into her eyes. "He might have a little honey on the side, you know."
She did not respond to the comment.
"You never thanked me for letting you get dressed," Bill suddenly said menacingly.
"Thank you," she made herself reply.
Bill's eyes turned cold.
"I usually make my bitches call me 'master'." He stared at her. "Do I have to make you?"
Her eyes widened at the words.
But again she knew she had no choice. She shook her head and said the words.
"Thank you," she muttered. "Master," she added sadly.
"That's a good girl," Bill replied sickly. She noticed he was starting to slur his words and became even more afraid than she had been.
A few minutes later the other two men returned. Tom shook his head.
"Dude says he can do it but to 'please' give him until the morning."
Bill's voice was oddly calm. The calmness terrified Kim.
"Not a problem," Bill replied. Tom and Ralph looked surprised. "She's not going anywhere."
Then Bill turned to look at her.
"It's gettin late." She pressed herself into the corner of the couch at his piercing eyes. Then he turned away. "You assholes get some sleep."
She could not believe they would leave her alone! She began to plan how long to wait until she tried to escape again.
Until Bill spoke again.
"Little honey's sleepin with me."
"NO!" Kim screamed. But before she could move off the couch Bill was at her. He grabbed her left arm roughly in both his hands.
"Let's go, baby," he snarled as he yanked her from the couch stairs. "I was hopin for this!"
"NO!" she screamed again as he began to pull her toward the stairs.
He slapped at the arm that desperately reached out to grab the railing.
"It's gonna happen, buttercup," Bill laughed, looking at the other men. "May as well relax and enjoy it!"
As bad as being stripped and raped was, this was so much worse knowing the men looking at her all knew she was being taken upstairs to be fucked.
Kim fought, but Bill pulled her up the stairs and pushed her into the first room on the left. He quickly locked the door then turned to her.
She stood terrified in her underwear as he looked her up and down. Then he pointed to her chest.
"Lose it."
There was no sense resisting. She could hear the television downstairs and knew that at least one of them was down there making sure she couldn't get out.
She reached behind her and undid her bra and let it fall down her arms to the floor. Reflexively she threw her arms across her chest.
"Let's see 'em."
Knowing there was nothing she could do she let her arms fall.
"You got nice tits, baby," he smiled, then reached out with both hands and took hold of her naked breasts. "Real nice tits." Then he laughed as if he had just thought of something.
"How about I call you that?" he murmured as he fondled her bare breasts.
"What?" she whispered, not wanting to say anything at all.
"Tits," he replied, squeezing her boobs. He looked in her eyes as he continued to fondle her. "You're a good lookin woman, tits." His hands squeezed slowly on her small boobs. "Yeah, tits, you're alright."
She was disgusted that he was now calling her "tits" but she could do nothing.
Suddenly he dropped to a knee and clamped his mouth over her left breast. She was sick as he slobbered over her as he kissed and sucked on her left nipple.
"You likin this, lover?" she suddenly heard. Instantly she realized that she had not before noticed how cold the room was, and the ceiling fan was on – and without noticing it the cold had made her nipples begin to peak out.
"I knew you'd come around," he murmured around the hardening nipple in his mouth.
She felt the tongue begin to flick her now-half-inch long erect nipple.
"Damn baby!" he squealed. "This baby's long!" She felt him take her nipple in his teeth and pull. "Never had one so long."
He rose and returned his hands to her breasts. She stood motionless as his fingers played with her long, hard nipples.
Then she felt his hands moved down her sides.
And she knew it was beginning.
As she knew would happen, she felt his hands move to her panties. She did not respond as he slowly slid her black lace bikinis over her wide hips and down her thick thighs. Even when he lifted her left calf, then her right, she did not move.
"A little heavy in the hips there, tits. But what you got between um's nice," he sneered, then shoved his hand between her thighs and cupped her hairy pussy.
"Very nice."
She continued to stand stoically as he coarsely rubbed her pussy. Then he stopped.
"On the bed."
The tears welled, but she complied.
"Un un, on your stomach."
She turned onto her stomach, then heard him fumbling in the dresser. A few seconds later she saw him with something long in his hand. Before she realized what it was he had tied the end of a necktie around her left wrist.
He was going to tie her hands together! Her mind screamed at the thought and she began to fight his hands. But he just laughed and pulled her arm painfully until he was able to tie the other end of the tie to the bedpost. She swung her right arm wildly to keep him from tying her, but he knelt painfully on her shoulders and yanked on her arm until her right arm was tied to the bedpost as well.
"Do you like surprises," he oddly said. Then she felt him draw another tie around her eyes. "I like surprises." She shook her head violently, trying to dislodge the blindfold but she remained unable to see anything as he moved off her shoulders.
She pulled at her bonds when she felt him run his finger slowly down her spine.
Then she heard the words she had feared.
