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Tale of a Bored Housewife, Parts Seven and Eight
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
CHAPTER VII
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I numbly reached for the door handle, I was going to just leave,
nothing could be worse than staying. Gloria was standing right outside
the door. She smiled and told me that she thought I might try and leave,
but it would be easier if I stayed. If I left she and Mona would have to
show Tom what a "slut he had married." After she and Mona finished
talking to Tom I could never go home again. If I continued to cooperate I
would only suffer momentary embarrassment. I was repulsed at what she
considered "momentary embarrassment" but knew that I had no choice. We
went inside. Most everyone was in the living room. Tom was there with
Mona. He looked up at me. "How are you feeling?" "Better I lied".
Gloria told Tom that she wanted to show me her new crafts room. He
laughed and told me to have fun. Gloria guided me up the stairs. We went
up into what had been the attic. It had been remodeled for her to use for
her hobbies. (I was soon to learn that I was a hobby). Once there Denise
soon joined us. Phil was right behind her. "Shall we get started?"
Gloria asked sarcastically. Phil grabbed my arms while Gloria and Denise
pulled my sweater off. As soon as my arms slipped through the sleeves
Phil grabbed them again. They removed my skirt and slip and then,
strangely, Gloria asked Phil and Denise to leave the room."
"Joan, don't talk, just and absorb what I have to say. Go ahead, sit
down on the bed. Obviously you realized earlier that you have more to
gain by going along with us than by fighting. What I have in mind for you
isn't too bad. You are going to have to learn to cooperate. If you do,
your life will go on pretty much as it always has. If not, well, I have
some alternate plans. For the rest of today, relax and try to have fun.
I promise you will not be hurt."
I thought about what she had said. All through my life, from high
school, college, and marriage I had been a "good girl", a "good wife" and
generally had conformed to what a "nice" girl should do. Tom had been my
"first". I fantasized about other men on occasion but had never so much
as expressed the thought. I always dressed modestly. The night they
raped me I was terrified, humiliated, degraded to the point of being sick,
but when I thought back about it, I started to feel warm down around my
vagina. I knew, and she knew that I was going to cooperate. She knew how
I felt, degraded but excited.
Dave came in the room. Gloria commanded that I kneel on the floor. I
did. Phil and Denise came back in. Denise picked up a tape measure and
proceeded to take my measurements. After she measured my bust I was
allowed to replace my bra. She recorded the measurements on a bulletin
board. I
noticed that there were blanks there so the succeeding measurements could be
compared to the previous ones. Dave looked down the stairs and into the
hallway. He reported that the coast was clear Gloria led me down stairs to
the bathroom. I was directed to step on the scale. We started back into the
attic but Gloria guided me to her bedroom. She pushed my head down into what
had been an old heating grate, but was now slightly open into her living
room. I saw Tom and Mona on the couch, Mona had her hand on his arm and it
was obvious they were engrossed in conversation. Her skirt had slipped
partially off her thigh. He was enjoying her company. It was also obvious
that she was offering him more than a platonic relationship. Before I could
react Gloria guided me back upstairs. I was directed to kneel on the floor
again while the others discussed my body. I learned that they thought it was
good, but that I would be sent to the "Workout World" to improve it. During
the afternoon, I stayed there, not ignored but not harrassed either. Phil
wrote out an exercise schedule and told me that I would be using it soon.
Dave and Phil spent most of the time downstairs.
I could hear the kids in another room but they stayed well out of the way
most of the afternoon. I was terrified that one of them would come in and
see me like this. Denise mentioned something to Gloria about Tom coming up
but Gloria laughed and assured her that Mona was not going to let him out of
her sight.
Late in the afternoon Denise told me to dress and come on downstairs.
She took me into the bathroom and helped rearrange my make-up. When I came
downstairs Tom had the kids in the living room and they were preparing to
leave. Gloria asked me to stay. "Tom you don't mind if Joan stays awhile do
you?" He said it was up to me. They both looked at me, but before I could
speak Gloria spoke up, "great, it's settled, Joan promised me she would help
me bake tonight". With that Tom told me not to stay too late, kissed me, and
left with the kids.
Gloria brought me into the living room. Mona brought out the bag of
clothing she had taken from my home earlier. Dave and Phil seemed to be
arranging some photographic lights and shades around the Christmas tree.
Dave had several cameras two on tripods, and one with a strange looking lens
that he was holding in his hand. As soon as they finished arranging things
they looked at me, expectantly, "Well come on, step up here." I came forward
and Dave "posed me" in front of the tree. "Turn slightly sideways, bend
forward slightly, now with your right hand, grab a handful of skirt and raise
it a little." "Damn it smile!" I was sobbing by now, Dave roughly wiped my
face, and pushed me into the position he wanted. For several minutes we went
on like this. Finally, Gloria who had been watching silently suggested theat
we were going about this all wrong. "Strip her!!" she commanded, Denise and
Mona proceeded to undress me. They weren't rough, they weren't gentle, they
were just cold and efficient. After I was undressed Dave lay me down on the
floor, on my side and photographed me in front of the tree. Then he moved me
so that I was on my back, feet towards the camera, legs spread, and my left
hand (wedding ring) covering my vagina. I was made to pose this way for a
while.
CHAPTER VIII
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Eventually I was allowed to put on some clothing, and I was photographed
for the next couple hours in various stages of dress and undress. I tried on
all the pairs of panty hose Mona had brought, Dave and Phil selected the
shades they liked. One skirt, my longest, had been slit to the waist,
another had been hemmed up during the afternoon so that it was much too
short. They tried every combination of clothing and pose imaginable. No
blouse, then no skirt, change shoes, bra on, bra off, panty hose on, panty
hose off, change skirts, remove skirt etc. I wasn't enjoying this at all but
I wasn't as scared as I had been originally. I was still scared and maybe a
little angry (although my fear overruled my anger) but it wasn't as hard to
go along with them as it had been in the beginning. I realized what Gloria
had done. By making me pose nude at first, I knew the worst was over and
that things had to get better. It worked. Both Dave and Phil became quite
solicitous, as long as I cooperated they were gentle.
About 9:30 Dave told Gloria he was done. Mona piped up, "I have one more
idea." I was directed to put on some suntan panty hose, my black heels, and
my daughters White sweater, but no skirt. The sweater was quite long and
actually partially covered my thighs. Gloria brought me to the kitchen, bent
me over the sink and soaked the sweater with water. She brought me dripping
into the living room. Mona had collected 3 hair dryers and they began
heating the sweater to dry it, while I was still in it. It took about an
hour. When they finished they repeated the process. Finally they did it
again. This time before it was totally dry Mona suggested they try some
shots. By now the sweater had shrunk. It was from fitting. It had
stretched around my breasts and was tight on my stomach. It still covered a
little thigh.
Dave posed me in front of the tree again. This time he took several
rolls of film of just this outfit. I knelt, I bent over, I was twisted, and
even took one shot looking straight at the camera, hands underneath my chest
as if I was offering my breasts. This shot took awhile to get right because
they insisted I smile. It wasn't easy but Gloria's threats and the promise
that they would keep it up until I got it right scared me into trying. The
resultant grimace wasn't great but Dave said it would do. Finally Gloria
suggested the men pose with me. I knelt in front of them, Dave unzipped his
fly and placed my hand around his penis. I began to perform as he wished.
When he was done he did not put his penis back into his pants, he stood next
to we while I was forced to suck Phil. During this time Gloria took numerous
shots. Finally they were done.
I was told to kneel in the corner for a while. Mona asked me about the
family photo that we had taken several weeks earlier. "Tom told me that you
are going to send cards this year with that photo on them". I nodded
agreement. Dave looked at Gloria and they both smiled. "Bring us some of
them!" "When will you pick them up?" I replied that they should be ready on
Monday. Gloria ordered me to bring them to her immediately after I got
them. The phone rang, Dave answered it. "Everythings fine, she should be
finished in a little. Joan, it's Tom." He handed me the phone and I took
it. "He sounded a little irritated. It's well passed midnight hon, when
will you be home? I didn't think you would stay this long, I wish you would
have called, is everything all right?" As he was speaking Phil had reached
over and was absentmindedly fondling my thigh. Denise tried to smother a
giggle but failed. I told Tom I was all right and would be home soon. He
sounded a little relieved, I told him not to wait up, He said he would try
but in any case to wake him when I got in. I promised and we hung up. I
asked Gloria if I could leave.
She told me that they weren't done with me yet. She wanted to get a few
more shots of me with my ring finger wrapped around Dave's penis. I was
posed again, and again. Finally they were through. Gloria told me to dress,
as I had been dressed when I arrived. I did but Mona stopped me when I
started to put the skirt on. Glorell passed midnight hon, when
will you be home? I didn't think you would stay this long, I wish you would
have called.
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