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This is the story of how my husband Dan made my fantasy come true, and possibly ruined our marriage. Dan and I were a happily married couple for nearly three years. We met while I was completing my clinicals for my nursing degree and he was starting his career as an accountant.

He is tall, dark and handsome and a lot of fun to be with while I am an outgoing petite, fit blonde. We quickly fell in love and married just 2 years later. Our sex life was an integral part of our relationship and we enjoyed spontaneity, openness and adventure. We sometimes watched porn together and often talked about what we liked, desired and fantasized about.

Dan shared that he had some BDSM fantasies and I shared that I sometimes fantasized about being a stripper. I pushed him and asked if that was his darkest desire and he admitted that he also secretly wondered what pegging would be like. In turn, he pushed me for my darkest fantasy and I eventually shared that I sometimes masturbated while imagining being taken by a group of men and manhandled and used for sex.

To some degree, we helped each other explore those fantasies, I would occasionally handcuff him to the bed rail and sensually control our sex, and he sometimes asked me to perform a striptease routine for him. I got so into it that I actually started practicing my moves!

But what surprised us both was one evening when Dan forcibly grabbed me, pulling my shorts and panties off, holding me down on the floor and shoving his dick into me. I came almost instantly and I came multiple times. It was incredible and it unlocked something inside of me, making me desire that rough uncontrolled sex even more. We discussed it and I wondered out loud if it made me wrong, but Dan supported my desires and said the sex was great for him. And as it happened several more times, the rougher Dan was, the more intense the orgasms were for me.

I decided that I needed to return the favor to Dan and I would venture to an adult bookstore and buy a harness and dildo to help him explore his pegging fantasy. I was actually kind of aroused by the thought of taking him and started to plan the evening in my head. As I drove home from the hospital after my night shift in the ER, the last before my long weekend, I figured I would go shopping for a new lingerie set and adult toys after I got some sleep.

I woke up early and I was already excited about the events I had planned and could feel the stir of arousal between my legs. I got out of bed and decided to put on a sexy thong and bra, then pulling my gray sweats on as well as a pink T-shirt, and headed downstairs to make some coffee before heading out to shop.

As I sat at the kitchen island, I noticed a small white unmarked van pull into the driveway. I wasn't expecting anyone and the men just sat there. I figured they were at the wrong address, but after 10 minutes I decided to call Dan at work and ask him if he had scheduled anything. Dan didn't answer and when I looked out through the front window, I noticed that one of the two men was no longer in the front seat.

I decided I needed to go out and ask them who they were. I threw my hair up in a bun, set my coffee down and grabbed my flip flops even though it was nearly freezing outside. I grabbed my phone just in case. As I walked out through the front door, the man in the driver's seat seemed focused on a clipboard in his hand and apparently didn't notice as I approached.

Unexpectedly the sliding side door of the van opened partially. I paused, expecting someone to exit the door, but then stepped closer to look inside and ask who they were. I noticed the back of the van was empty except for a man in jeans and a hoodie with a reflective yellow vest on. I peeked my head in and said, 'Excuse me, who are you?'

Suddenly I was thrust into the van, a hand on my head and hip, pushing from behind, the man inside grabbing my arm and pulling me in. I struggled and screamed, kicking and throwing elbows as the door closed. They worked together to pin me down as the driver pulled out of my driveway and sped out of my development. I continued my fight but they were both larger and stronger than me, either one would have been able to pin me down alone. One was above my head, holding my biceps and the other at my feet holding my ankles, stretching me and holding me down on the floor of the van.

They rolled me over onto my stomach, pressing my face into the thin blanket between me and the cold metal floor of the van. They released one of my ankles and I began to kick at my attackers, not willing to give up, not knowing what was going on. He quickly gained control, pinning my legs in place with his larger body. I then felt a hand in my waistband, quickly pulling my sweats over my ass. It was then that I began to beg them not to hurt me, not to do anything. I pressed down with my hips and thighs but that was futile as my sweats were quickly down to my knees.

One of the men spoke, 'Look at what the whore wore for us,' as he put his fingers under the strap of my thong. The other men laughed and I felt my panties being peeled from between my cheeks. I continued begging them to stop but they didn't acknowledge any of my pleas, rather I felt a finger stroke my pussy and then violate me, plunging in and out several times. I screamed and tried to kick, thrashing my body, but the grip of the men only tightened. They commented on how wet I was and for a moment I wondered why the fuck I would be that way.

But that thought was interrupted as the finger withdrew from my pussy then quickly pressed against my ass, pushing uncomfortably in. I squirmed but the man at my head moved and sat on my waist, pinning me in place while he pushed my shoulders into the floor. Even though he thought his finger was lubricated with my juices, it burned as he pressed it in. I had never had anal sex and never allowed any man, not even Dan, to explore my ass and it hurt. And it was even worse when he added a second and then a third finger.

Everyone was silent as I continued to beg them to stop, listening to them breathing and the sound of the van driving, occasionally slowing and accelerating. The man pulled his fingers out and I then felt the cool, soothing sensation of lubricant on my ass and I panicked thinking they were going to penetrate my ass. I couldn't see what they were doing, I just felt my buttocks and thighs being pushed and pulled with fingers and hands between them. Then I felt something large press against my anus, and I screamed 'No,' but it kept slowly pushing in.

It took a long moment for me to realize it wasn't flesh. The pain grew and I continued to scream at the men until they finally paused and broke their silence telling me it would be easier on me if I relaxed, and that I would certainly thank them later for this.

I started to ask them what they meant, what was later, what were they doing to me? But they again were silent and continued to push the item into me stretching my asshole further and further, the burning growing in intensity. Finally the largest part passed through and I quickly realized they had inserted an anal plug into my bottom.

'Say thank you,' one of them demanded. I told them to fuck off.

An extremely hard smack hit my bottom, causing a tear to well up in my eye.

'You better figure out quickly that things will go better for you if you do as your told. Now fucking say thank you.'

I refused and my ass was smacked twice even harder, before he demanded again. I remained silent and they began to repeatedly smack my ass with open hands, ensuring that both cheeks were stinging in pain, tears now running down my face. But I continued to refuse to thank them.

'I should've figured that you'd have to be so stubborn, but you'll figure this out at some point.'

With that said, they flipped me over and I struggled as they pulled my sweats and panties the rest of the way off of my legs. I was cold as they held me down, wondering what he meant as I felt the van traveling quickly down a winding road. My shirt was pulled over my breasts and the man at my head asked what size my tits were. I remained silent as he groped them, lifting the cup over the top of them, pinching my nipples.

'They looked like C's at the hospital, but they feel like B's. What are they?'

I refused to answer but now I was concerned with how they knew I worked in the hospital. How had they seen me there? When? I didn't have time to agonize over it as my legs were being spread apart, the man at my feet sliding between my knees. I swung my legs around, kicking him, trying to knee him, anything to stop what seemed inevitable as he worked on his belt buckle and jeans with one hand while holding me with the other.

The man at my head grabbed my hair and pulled my head holding it up, telling me to watch his partner fuck me. His erection was out and he grabbed my legs behind the knees, pushing them back so I was vulnerable. He spent no time lining himself up and pushed inside me causing discomfort. He looked down on me and fucked me, humped me, thrusting in and out rapidly like an animal. I took deep breaths, trying to maintain my composure, trying to buck and twist my hips under the weight of his body.

He laughed, 'Look. She fucking loves it. She's bucking up to meet me. She can't get enough. She's soaking wet too.'

He was right, I was wet. What the fuck was I doing? Why was my body betraying me?

Either the abduction aroused him or he had the stamina of a high school boy, but he quickened his pace and after only a few minutes of fucking me, he pulled his cock out of me and finished himself shooting his ropes of cum onto my abdomen just below my breasts. He asked his partner if he wanted to trade places, but the driver told them no, that we were almost there.

The van made a sharp turn and drove down a very rough road before coming to a stop. The driver told them to get me ready and then I heard him get out of the van. I laid there wondering if I would have a chance to get away. I began to scream for help and the men laughed, telling me that even with a bull horn no one would hear me. They grabbed my sweatpants and pulled them over my head, then lifting me by my wrists and knees.

They carried me like this through the cool outside air, exposed, until I heard a screen door open and I felt the edge of a doorway scrape against my hip and thigh. I was dropped onto what I would quickly see was an old avacado colored sofa. As soon as I was released I pulled the sweatpants off of my head, quickly looking around for a way to get out, while pulling my bra and shirt back into place.

There were 6 men watching me now, all quietly standing together in the small kitchen area of this old mobile home they had brought me to. There were two doors, one in front and one in back, and several windows with sheer curtains over them. I moved quickly to the back door and tried to open it, but it was locked with a keyed deadbolt, and the men laughed at me as I looked at the window and noticed there were bars across the outside.

'Go ahead, look around,' a a taller muscular white man said. They all looked like they were in their mid 20s or early 30s. They were all larger men, all appeared fit and muscular, four were white and two were black.

'You'll find both doors are locked and I have the only key. All the windows have bars, primarily to keep animals out, but now to keep you here. And I'd advise you not to break a window as the heating in this place isn't very good and you'll be very cold, especially only wearing that. Go ahead and look around. Get used to your new home.'

The men stood together and no one prevented me from moving around as I searched for my way out. The mobile home had two bedrooms, both with queen beds, and there were no doors on the bedrooms or on the only bathroom. Every window had bars on it and when I looked outside, all I saw were trees, bare of their leaves, and I noticed the sun was beginning to set.

'Even if you were to get out, you would never make it to the next home.'

'Why are you doing this to me?' I asked.

'Isn't this what you wanted? Isn't this what you dream about?' he asked.

I asked him what the fuck he was talking about even though a voice in the back of my head was screaming 'yes.'

'It's just like a woman to get what she wants and bitch about it. You can thank your husband for sharing your deepest desires. Not with me of course, but I overheard him and I decided to make your dream come true. Or nightmare for that matter. We'll see.'

'What are you fucking talking about?' I demanded.

'This is it sweetheart. This is your fantasy. In fact, this might be your life now. You are here and you're starting to realize that you have absolutely no way out, and we are going to fuck you over and over and use you like the fucking whore you are. And when we are done, maybe we will have our friends come fuck you too. So you better get your little blonde head wrapped around that. This is who you are now.'

'I am not your whore, this isn't my fantasy, just take me back!'

He laughed, they all laughed.

'Who said you were going back?'

'I'm sure the police are already looking for me.'

'I doubt Dan will call the police and even if he does at some point, they'll never find you out here. Look, if you're a good girl, which I doubt, maybe we will take you to Dan tomorrow, or maybe we will keep you until you have to go to work in a couple of days. Drop you off just like you're dressed, right in the hospital parking lot. Or maybe I will be having so much fun that I will just keep you here for our amusement. I'm guessing that you'll be begging to stay.'

My head was spinning as I looked at the men across the room, all dressed similarly in jeans and hoodies. How did they know my work schedule? Why did they think Dan wouldn't call the police? Was Dan in on this?

'I think it's time to get started, don't you sweetheart?'

The men started to move toward me and I ran to the back of the trailer, looking for something to defend myself.

'Be a good girl and get out here and get on your knees.'

I grabbed a lamp in the bedroom and when two of the men came in the room I swung it at them, but they quickly disarmed me and grabbed my arms, dragging me in front of the couch and pushing me down onto my knees. The man who had been talking for the group stepped in front of me and stood over me.

'I want you to listen to me because this is very important. I promised not to hurt you. That doesn't mean you won't feel pain, but you won't be injured. There is one exception to that. If you bite, I am going to knock your teeth out and kick the shit out of you. Do you understand?'

I didn't answer. He grabbed my hair forcing me to look up at him, asking again. I still didn't answer, my mind was trying to understand who he promised, starting to consider that maybe this had been set up by Dan. But why the hell would Dan know people like this?

My thoughts were interrupted by a painful slap across my face. I answered him, telling him I understood, accepting that whether I wanted this or not, it was my situation. A part of me hoped that Dan had arranged this so that I would be assured some safety, a part of me hoping that I hadn't married a man that would do this.

'You know what's next,' he said as he undid his jeans and pulled out his erection. 'Now open that mouth and show us what a good cock sucker you are.'

I didn't open my mouth, rather turning my head away. Someone behind me pinched my nose closed and forcibly turned my face back towards the cock. After a few minutes without breathing I opened my mouth gasping for air and he immediately shoved his thick cock into my mouth. I refused to close my lips around it. He grabbed my head and began thrusting his penis into my throat.

'Look, I can fuck your throat or I can fuck your mouth. You pick, but I think one is going to be much more uncomfortable for you.'

Relegated to my position, I decided I had little choice and began to use my lips and mouth to suck his erection. The other men pulled out their penises as well and I knew I would be expected to please them as well. They commented on my cocksucking skills, referring to me as an experienced whore, telling me to use my tongue and my hands, erupting in laughter when I began to alternate between them. I tried to focus on the moment and not the situation I was in, trying to only think of pleasing the cock in my mouth and hands, thinking of how I pleased my husband or ex boyfriends.

I suddenly heard a phone taking pictures and looked up to see one of the men holding my phone. He told me he was creating memories for me and then added that maybe I could put these on a Christmas card so all of my friends and family would know what kind of whore I was. I became anxious for a moment that they would send the pictures to someone but I also knew I couldn't do anything about it and decided to choose my battles.

I worked the group, attempting to pay equal attention to each of the erections surrounding me. They were all nicely sized, thick and meaty, two of them were uncircumcised which was a new experience for me. Suddenly the man I was sucking, the man who penetrated me in the van, grabbed my hair and held my head in place and began thrusting into my mouth, becoming more rigid and tense before pulsing and flooding my mouth with his cum. I pulled away, gagging and coughing as his semen coated my mouth.

My coughing expelled part of his load and I swallowed what was left in my throat, and after I caught my breath the camera was back in my face.

'Look into the camera and say thank you.'

I saw no point in resisting, I didn't want to get smacked again. So I complied. They all laughed, continuing to degrade me, calling me a slut, before telling me to get back to work. They kept playing the video over and over again and I had to listen to myself thank them for sexually abusing me.

I kept sucking, thinking like a fool that maybe if I did, they would be kind to me and relent. My jaw and neck and arms were becoming tired as I had never sucked a man for this long. The men removed my shirt and bra and began to touch and grab me more than they had been, holding my breasts, tweaking my nipples, feeling my slit and roughly forcing their fingers into my vagina.

Suddenly I was pulled up by my arms and pushed back onto the edge of the sofa. One of the black men knelt in front of me and lifted my knees pushing them up to my shoulders, pinning me into the couch, exposing me, making me vulnerable. Another man reached in and played with the plug still firmly stuck in my ass, taking a picture and showing me the pink jeweled toy stuck inside of me below my shaved pussy. My hair was then pulled forward and I was told to watch as the man between my legs inserted his dark thick member between my pale lips.

He pushed in slowly, filling me more than my husband, feeling him in addition to the plug in my ass, causing my pussy to flood with moisture. I watched his black cock slowly enter and withdraw as though I was watching a porn video rather than being a participant, listening to him tell everyone how tight and wet I was, then feeling his thumb push my clit gently down towards his gliding rod.

I felt the pressure build between my legs and the rush race throughout my body, I became aware of all the men looking down on me and suddenly I began to tremble and moan uncontrollably as I orgasmed against my will.

As my orgasm subsided I realized he was cumming inside me, feeling his cock spasm as he held himself fully inserted. He pulled out and smacked my ass as the next man knelt between my legs, quickly replacing his partner inside of me. The four men who hadn't ejaculated in me took turns with me in this position, each seemingly fucking me until they were close to cumming and then pulling out. While they were doing so, they played the video they had taken of me orgasming with the black cock inside of me, occasionally holding my phone in front of my face forcing me to watch my body submit to them The man who I recognized as the driver climbed between my legs and began to fuck me again and as he did so, he reached up and placed his hand on my throat, painfully squeezing it. I started to fight, pushing him, hitting him, trying to kick him, anything to stop him. The men all quickly restrained me, and I tried to scream and yell, but he continued to apply pressure and I felt myself losing consciousness, blackness closing in on my vision, panicking as I thought I was near death.

He then released his grip and I experienced a dizzying relief, gasping for air, while a lightheaded euphoria filled my head. He repeated the action, as I begged him not too, this time taking me closer to unconsciousness. As he released I again experienced the relief and euphoria.

They adjusted my body, pulling my knees further back, a hand reaching in and playing with my clit. I thought possibly we were moving on, but he again grabbed my neck and applied pressure. I felt myself plunging again into darkness before suddenly coming back, this time the dizzying rush mixing with the stimulation between my legs bringing me to another orgasm.

I begged them to please stop, and the driver released my throat and concentrated on fucking me, quickly filling me with his load before pulling out.

The men released me, allowing me to momentarily regain my composure. I told them not to do that again and they all chuckled, telling me it seemed as though I enjoyed it. The respite was short as they told me to stand and bend over the couch. I turned around and bent at the hips, resting my elbows on the back of the couch. I felt hands on my hips as the other black man stood in front of me and pressed his erection to my lips. I took him in my mouth, wrapping my lips around his shaft while I waited for what was inevitable, being penetrated by the man who was seemingly in charge standing behind me.

I felt him rub his head up and down my slit, tracing it's way between my lips, finally resting at my entrance and pressing in and once again filling me. He began thrusting in and out while his large, very rough hands firmly held my hips. Once he found his rhythm, I began to focus more on the cock in my mouth, bracing my body with one arm, moving my head and lips over his shaft and more importantly the ridge of his head.

Suddenly my ass was smacked and the man behind me pulled out and walked around to the front of me, ordering me to suck his dick while telling the other man to take his turn fucking me. I opened my mouth and took him in but after just a few seconds he pulled his member away from my lips.

'Do you like tasting your pussy on my cock?'

I told him I wasn't answering that. His hand moved toward me and I prepared to be smacked. But he didn't, rather he pinched my left breast, not hard, but enough to hurt. He shoved his cock back to my lips and I allowed him in, but he pulled out quickly.

'Tell me that you like to taste your pussy on my cock.'

'I'm not going to say that,' I responded.

'Yes you will,' he said as he began to pinch me repeatedly, each increasing in pain.

I finally responded, 'OK. OK. Just stop. I like the taste of my pussy on your cock.'

'You're a stubborn cunt, but you're going to learn to do as you're told eventually. Now I am going to stick my cock back in your mouth, you are going to suck it, and when I pull out, you are going to look into the camera and say that.'

The man with my phone stood next to him and began recording as his cock pressed against my lips. I didn't fight, I took him in and for some reason tried to put on a show for the camera, looking into it as I tried to pleasure his penis. After several minutes he pulled out, holding the head of his cock close to my lips. I looked into the camera and said it, I told whoever would be watching, 'Thank you, I love the taste of my pussy on your big cock.'

It made them happy.

The black man fucking me from behind began to pull on the plug in my ass while he continued thrusting in me. He pulled the plug until it uncomfortably stretched my anus and then pushed it back in. He then progressed to pulling it nearly fully out of my ass before pushing it back through my anus again. He then completely removed it and I felt his hands apply pressure to my hips pushing me to lower my hips.

I begged them not to take my ass. I told them I had never allowed anyone to insert themselves into my ass. I told them that I didn't even like my husband to play with my ass.

It didn't matter. There were no comments, no responses. I felt the head of his cock at my entrance and then I felt the sensation of ice cold lubricant dripping on my anus. I felt the pressure increasing as he tried to press in and I contracted my muscles trying to resist him. The man behind me told me to relax my bottom so that it wouldn't hurt as much. He continued to press and his head very slowly entered my ass.

It felt gigantic, as though it was 10 times the size of the plug. I begged him to stop, but each time, he told me I needed to relax my bottom and it would feel better. Once his head was fully past my entrance he stopped pressing in and told me to relax and adjust to him. He paused for what seemed like an eternity before beginning to pull slowly out. His head pulled into my anus again and stopped moving for a few moments before he then began to slowly press in again. This time he didn't stop, very slowly inching his way in, pushing deeper and deeper into me, until I felt his hips press against my ass.

I felt so full. So incredibly full. My anus ached, burned a little. He slowly withdrew until his head was near its exit, creating and emptiness, a void within me, a void that I now desired to be filled. He slowly pushed back in, and I seemingly could feel every detail of his penis with the inside of my body as he filled me once again. I was conflicted as my body and mind enjoyed the sensations of the experience I had resisted for so long. I opened my eyes and realized the rest of the men were standing in front of me holding my phone and likely filming me.

'You like it, don't you?' the man who was in charge asked.

'No,' I said as I lied.

'Describe how you feel,' he asked.

'Full. I feel full and it burns.'

The man behind me withdrew his penis until it was nearly out of my ass.

'And how do you feel now?' he asked.

'Empty,' I responded.

He smiled, 'That response tells me you enjoy it. You enjoy having a cock in your ass. You might not want to enjoy it. But you do. Do you know why? Because you're a whore. An anal whore. You didn't know that about yourself until just now, but you'll never be the same, you will always want this now.'

I sense of despair washed over me. He was right, I didn't hate it. I did like all of the sensations. In that moment I was waiting for the man behind me to push back in, desiring it. Is this who I was? And as I reflected, he began to fuck me slowly and I felt satisfied and my concern began to wash away.

Another man presented his cock at my mouth and I opened it and took him in and I sucked him while my mind and body were focused on my ass. All of the men were now rejuvenated and erect except for the driver, the man who choked me. They all took turns, in both my mouth and my ass. They weren't gentle, but they weren't rough, steadily driving in and out of me, using my ass.

Eventually the driver became erect again and when he did, the men released me and I was told to kneel. I did, and the leader stood in front of me, his cock swaying in front of my face, he began to speak.

'We are all going to fuck you, in all of your holes and at the same time. You can fight if you want, and that will make it more difficult and it will certainly be more painful for you, but we are going to do it and we are all going to cum inside of you. And if you are a good girl, and you do what we say, then you will be done with the six of us for the night.'

At this point I knew fighting wasn't going to be successful and the promise of being done for the night was tempting even though I wasn't sure I believed it. The man who violated me in the van sat on the couch. I was told to straddle him and place his cock inside of me. I moved on top of him, placing a leg on either side of his abdomen, reaching behind, grabbing his shaft and guiding it to my opening.

I began to raise and lower my hips, my breasts over his face, my hands holding the back of the couch. One of the black men stepped behind the couch and brought his erection to my lips and I took him into my mouth, awaiting a cock to push into my ass.

And that didn't take long as I felt hands on my hips stop my motion followed by a cockhead then pressing against my entrance. I released the cock in my mouth and looked back to see the other black man pressing into me. I thought I had felt full before, but now I had two cocks in me, separated by a thin layer of tissue, pulling and pushing against me, gliding against each other and at different rhythms.

And so it began. I took the cock back into my mouth and decided I would work to make them cum as quickly as I could in order to free myself, if only temporarily. The sensations were incredible and overwhelming and I became lost in the erotic situation. My mind had an out of body experience, watching the porn scene, the gangbang, that I was now the center of.

And I quickly became aware that I was a pornstar as I watched my phone recording the scene that I was starring in. The men frequently changed positions and several times I was placed in different positions. I found it very difficult when I had to lay on my back on top of the leader, his cock in my ass, turning my head to the side to take an erection in my mouth, with another penis plunging into my pussy, and being required to raise and lower my body to create the thrusting motion for them.

They tired of that position quickly and eventually we got back into the original position. I was a willing participant at this point, adjusting to their requests, enjoying the physical sensations of having all of my openings filled simultaneously as well as mentally embracing my submissive role, controlled by these men.

I lowered myself onto the driver who was now sitting on the couch, my hips over his, his cock penetrating me at an angle that contacted my button. The leader quickly stepped behind me and slid his member into my now stretched ass and the man who held me down in the van pressed his erection past my lips and into my mouth.

The two men fucked me with the same rhythm and the feeling was incredible, one shaft gently gliding over my clit, feeling their two heads push in together, pushing against each other, separated by and caressing the thin tissue between the two of them. It only took a minute before I exploded in an orgasm, my entire body trembling as my vaginal walls spasmed and I moaned around the penis in my mouth.

The man in my mouth was next to cum, filling it with his thick semen before pulling out and telling me to swallow. The two men inside of me soon came as well, both burying themselves in my body as I felt their erections pulse. I was very aware of the cum being shot into my rectum, feeling each jet of semen as it shot and pooled inside of me.

The leader pulled out and the remaining white guy inserted himself into my ass as the man below me softened and slid out of my pussy. He fucked me rapidly and quickly added his cum to my ass. When he was done, I stood up and the man on the couch got up and one of the black men took his place. I straddled him and grabbed his thick dark shaft and lowered my wet pussy onto it, sliding all the way down onto it. The remaining black man stepped behind me and pressed his cock into my ass, pushing all the way in. I was once again completely filled, a sensation I now desired.

The men began to fuck me and the leader stood in front of me with my phone in his hand.

'Look into the camera and tell us how much you love black cock.'

I looked at my phone and said in a sultry voice, 'I love black cock.'

He pressed me, 'Tell us how they make you feel.'

'I love black cock. They are so thick,' I paused to moan. 'They stretch me, they fill me up, they make me cum.' I moaned again.

'And what do you want to do to black cock?' he asked.

'I want to fuck black cock. I want to make love to black cock. I want to feel black cock cum inside me.'

'Will your husband ever be able to satisfy you like black cock?' he asked, his question momentarily bringing me out of my erotic trance.

'No,' I paused, 'No, Dan can't fill me like this, stretch me like this. Dan isn't going to be able to replace black cock. I love black cock inside of me.'

The men took video of me being fucked by the two black men, and I embellished my role, moaning and caressing them, even kissing the man below me. They worked together to ensure they came at the same time and it wasn't long before that happened. Both men pumping their cum into me, and I collapsed on top of them when they finished. I was told to stay where I was and the driver used my phone to take pictures of the cum running out of both of my holes, my creampies. They then had me pose in different positions on the couch before allowing me to rest.

I sat exhausted on the couch, used but satisfied, content in an odd way not only that I had satisfied my captors, but that a fantasy of mine had become a reality. I was beginning to accept that this had been arranged by Dan and whether I liked it or not, I believed it was safe.

It was dark out now, and two lamps dimly lit the chilly trailer. The men pulled their boxers, jeans and hoodies on while I sat naked amongst them and it appeared that they were going to honor what they had promised, that I was done with them for the evening. It was quiet, very little was said by the men, until I asked for a glass of water.

They brought it to me and I gulped it down, trying to wash the unpleasant taste of their cum, my bottom and my vaginal juices out of my mouth. I drank a second glass and was about to ask for a blanket when the room became brighter accompanied by the sound of a vehicle driving over gravel outside.

Initially I thought maybe the men had ordered food, but when I heard one car door close followed by a second and a third, a sense of panic began to fill me.

'What is going on? Who else is coming here?' I asked.

The man who seemed to be in charge didn't answer, looking at the other men and telling them, 'Go get her ready.'

One of the black men told me to come with him. I yelled at them. I begged them.

'Get me ready for what? You said I was done. You said if I took care of you I was done. What are you doing? Who are you bringing here?'

They ignored me and grabbed my arms, dragging me to the very back bedroom. I continued to beg them to let me go, trying to fight with what little energy I had left. They picked me up and threw me on the queen bed, quickly handcuffing each wrist and ankle to the metal rails of the bed. I was bound, spread eagle on the bed, naked under the bright light on the ceiling.

One of the men told me to be quiet and they left the room, with one standing in the hallway guarding the doorway. I tried to use my strength to get out, pulling and tugging on the restraints, hoping to break them free from the thin metal bed rails. But even though the cuffs were padded, the only thing I accomplished was hurting my wrists and ankles. I kept yelling, demanding, then begging to be released but my pleas fell on deaf ears. Eventually the man who was providing direction walked back into the room and stood over me.

'Wow, don't you look good?'

'What are you doing to me? Why are you doing this? You said I was done for the night! Please. Please! Please let me go.'

He looked at me, hood over his head, and responded, 'I didn't lie. You are done with us. But now we have guests. Or maybe you should think of them as customers. Isn't that how whores refer to them? It doesn't matter because you're going to lay here and eventually they are going to come back here and you're going to be a good girl for them. So I suggest you lay there quietly, get a little rest, and get ready to please our friends.'

He grabbed my nipple and played with it for a moment and then traced his hand down between my legs inserting a finger. I had just allowed him to have sex with me, and not just regular sex, but oral sex and anal sex, and he had cum in my ass, but now I felt incredibly violated as his finger probed inside of me. He removed it and walked out of the room, turning off the light.

As I laid there, I listened to the growing number of voices in the trailer. I continued to hear cars pull up with multiple car doors opening and closing. It sounded like a large party was going on, with music now playing, beer cans being opened, and many conversations simultaneously occuring. I was cold and I began to cry, afraid of what was ahead of me. I'm not sure how long I laid there alone, but the light came on blinding my eyes, and the man guarding the door walked over to me.

'Are you ready?'

'No!' I replied, 'I don't want this, don't make me do this!'

He simply looked down at me and said, 'You can't do anything about this, so just get ready.'

He stepped out for a moment and then men began walking into the room, surrounding the bed, filling the room, while I began to scream, begging them to leave me alone. The men appeared to be of different ages, different races, and were all in some state of undress. Some were naked, some were just in underwear, some had shirts on and no pants, some were wearing sweats. Regardless of what they wore, they were all in some stage of arousal. They began to touch me, first gently, but quickly escalating, leading to them grabbing my breasts, tweaking my nipples, and playing with my vagina, and someone leaned in and began fingering my ass before one of the men that took me quickly grabbed him and told him that was not his to touch.

I was full of fear. I knew exactly what was going to happen to me and there was nothing I could do about it. The man that spoke for the group flicked the lights on and off several times to gain everyone's attention.

'Everyone listen up. Our whore here is very glad to see you. To be clear, she is a cunt and she wants you to call her cunt. And she wants you to have a good time and enjoy her body. But there are a few rules, so let's go over those.

'First, you are only to refer to her as cunt. Not hard right? Second, you are only going to stick your cocks into cunt's pussy. Don't try to put your dick or anything else in her mouth or in her ass, only her pussy. When you fuck her, you absolutely have to wear a condom. Zero exceptions. And once you finish the deed, once you shoot your load, get the fuck off of cunt and let someone else have their turn.

'Also, unless you plan to take your load home with you, the cunt wants you to empty the contents onto her. She loves cum on her face, in her hair, on her tits. Feel free to leave your used condoms next to her on the bed or wherever, she wants to count them in the morning as she cleans up to see how many happy customers she served.

'Ok. Now I know you are all studs and want to show the cunt how good you are at fucking and how much stamina you have and all that bullshit. She isn't going home with you, this isn't a contest, so don't climb on the cunt until you are good and ready. We have a lot of time, but we don't need anyone between her legs for a 20 minute ride.

'Finally, and most importantly, do not hurt the cunt. If you do, you will be hurt, I will personally kick you in the balls and then beat the shit out of you.'

I was terrified as one of the black men rubbed my vaginal lips with a generous amount of lubricant. As he stepped away I suddenly became very aware of every man surrounding the bed, staring at me. Most of them held their erections with one hand while their other hand felt, grabbed and probed my body. I felt as though a thousand fingers were touching me. Some were talking with each other about me, as though I was a thing not a person. Others talked down to me, degrading me, telling me what they were going to do to me, or telling me to beg for their cocks. And anytime I pulled at my restraints, it seemed as though the entire group laughed at me.

It didn't take long before a young slender man with short black hair rolled a condom onto his penis and climbed over my legs and lowered himself over me. I begged him not to do it, but he rubbed his latex erection up and down my slit and then pressed in. The room cheered and he began to fuck me, demanding that I tell him how much I loved it.

I refused to respond and he began to roughly thrust into me, quickly tensing and cumming. He pulled out and crawled over my legs, then walking to the side of my head. As his cock softened, he pulled his condom off and held it over my face. I turned my head away, only to have it yanked back into place as another participant grabbed my hair.

'Since you couldn't answer me,' he said as he squeezed his large load of semen from the condom onto my lips. Then he grabbed my nose, pinching my nostrils closed, and I tried to hold my breath, but eventually I gasped for air and some of his cum ran off of my lips and into my mouth. He placed his used condoms next to my head, telling me I was a good cunt and adding I will always remember him when I lick my lips.

The next man crawled between my legs, quickly penetrating me. He worked his cock slowly in and out of me as he hovered silently above me. But it wasn't quiet, the room continued to shout jeers at me, calling me a cunt, declaring how much I was enjoying it. This man lasted a little longer before cumming inside of me, then quickly pulling out. As he climbed off, another man banged his way over my shins and roughly inserted himself. As he fucked me, I watched the next load of cum being deposited across my forehead, feeling it running into my scalp.

I tried to keep count of how many men were violating me and I was up to 12 with cum all over my face, my lips, in my hair, in my left eye, when the largest man in the room climbed onto the bed, kneeling painfully on my right leg as he squeezed in between my knees. He was obese by any measure and his rolls of fat prevented me from seeing his penis. The crowd began to chant 'Curly' as the older bald man leaned over me, fumbling to find his penis and place it in my vagina.

He sat back and asked for a blanket, folding it and shoving it under my hips, raising them up. He then made another attempt to insert himself and I felt his short fireplug push into me. He leaned forward, laying on me rather than supporting his weight, his large sweaty body uncomfortably pushing me into the bed as his hips moved back and forth. He had no rhythm as he fucked me, eventually grunting and sighing as he filled his condom.

The room erupted in cheers as they watched and then the large man rolled off of me, sitting on the edge of the bed before standing up and moving to the head of the bed. He told me to open my mouth and I refused. He again told me, calling me a cunt while removing his condom. He dangled the used condom in front of my face and grabbed my nose.

Rather than try to hold my breath, I clenched my teeth together and breathed through my mouth, thinking I was outsmarting them, but other men inserted their fingers into my cheeks prying my lips apart. Curly squeezed his load out of his condom and onto my clenched teeth. I tried to spit, but each time I tried, his semen only seeped further into my mouth.

I began to gag and cough from the taste and eventually the driver pushed through the group of men surrounding the bed and brought me a glass of water, lifting my head so I could drink. He then announced to the group that no one should try to put anymore cum in my mouth. He released my head and stepped away as the next man crawled between my legs and penetrated me with his erect penis. The next several men sequenced through quickly, each adding their cum to my face and laying their used condom next to my head.

Most of the men that used me to this point had average erections but the next man to get into the bed was different. He was young and fit, and he had a truly large cock. He knelt between my legs and rolled his condom over his thick member, then placing it at my entrance before gently pushing in. He filled me and stretched me even more than my largest dildo that I used at home. I had never had a real cock this large inside of me.

He began to rock back and forth as he hovered over me, gliding in and out. He announced to the gathering that I was getting wet and they began to talk about how their 'cunt' liked getting fucked. Someone reached in and began to fumble, attempting to caress my clit, and when they found the right spot, combined with the large meaty cock caressing the right spots within me, it brought an erotic tingle within my abdomen that quickly spread throughout my body.

I didn't fight it. For a moment, it took me away from my situation. I let the waves of emotions wash over me as my body trembled. The man between my legs paused, fully inserted, and let me enjoy my orgasm, and as it subsided and I opened my eyes, I realized the whole room was applauding and cheering, my orgasm justifying their actions.

The man inserted in me smiled at me and resumed thrusting, picking up his pace, and after several more minutes tensed and I sensed every pulse within me as he orgasmed. He dismounted and like the others, he removed his condom and stood over me, holding the tip and running his fingers along its length as he drained it into my eyes.

I kept my eyes shut as the men continued to climb onto me and use me. None stood out, none were well endowed, none lasted very long. I felt them deposit their cum on me, on my face, in my hair. Eventually someone spread their cum on my breasts, which actually was appreciated because it deterred the men from grabbing them as well as my nipples.

At some point the man who lead the group announced that their time was running out, and after four more men, he announced that the next person was the last person. The last man that got on fucked me roughly, painfully pounding against me, until he slammed into me one last time and came. As I felt his cum drip on my cheek and into my ear, the leader told the group that anyone who still needed relief could 'jerk off and shoot their load on the cunt,' after which I felt several warm ropes of semen hit my abdomen.

The men slowly filed out of the room, cheering and discussing how great their experience was, referring to me as an object. I had a sense of relief that the immediate threat was over but I was still very concerned about what potentially may happen later or tomorrow. One of the black men walked over to me and took a bunch of pictures before telling me that I should get some rest, and that he wasn't going to let anyone else in the room this evening.

I asked him to uncuff me and he told me that I had to stay like I was. I begged him but he ignored me. I asked him for water and he left and brought me a glass, holding my head up while he poured it slowly into my mouth. As he turned out the light, I told him I was cold and he pulled the blanket out from under my hips and covered my body from my knees to just below my breasts.

I laid restrained in the bed, the room dimly lit from the lights in the main part of the trailer, listening to the large group of men in the trailer. All I could see through my crusty eyes was the silhouette of the man guarding the door. I called to him several times, asking to be released, but he never acknowledged me.

I was uncomfortable and cold, unable to adjust my position, feeling the multiple loads of semen drying on my face, on my body, in my hair. My thighs, pelvis and legs ached, my breasts were tender from all the tweaking and pinching and my vagina was raw. I wanted to sleep but I was afraid to, occasionally dozing off before being awakened by any sound.

Eventually the men at the party began to leave and I listened as the trailer door and their car doors were opened and closed repeatedly until the trailer became quiet. Soon the trailer became dark, followed immediately by the sound of one of the men snoring.

When I awoke, the room was filled with light as the sun shone through the thin sheers. The trailer was quiet and the men were still asleep. I was still restrained and felt more sore than I had when I closed my eyes. My mind began to wonder what laid ahead of me, and what was I going to do. At one point, I had convinced myself that this was something safe, planned by Dan to fulfill my fantasy. But after last evening, I thought that was unlikely and now was concerned that I may be trapped. As my mind was spiralling through the horrible possibilities, the man that penetrated me in the van walked in the room.

'Good morning cunt. I'm sure you slept well after the good fucking you took last night.'

'Fuck you,' I replied. 'Let me out of these handcuffs.'

'That's exactly why I am here. The boys all have morning wood that needs to be taken care of.'

A wave of anger came over me and I kicked and strained against the cuffs yelling at him.

'I'm not your whore, I'm not doing this, I'm done. I want to go home.'

He began to painfully pinch my breasts telling me to be quiet.

'Let me remind you how this works. You do as we tell you and it's easier on you. If you want to be stubborn then it'll more painful for you.'

He continued to pinch my breasts while I helplessly thrashed in bed, refusing to give in, thinking like a child that throwing this fit would prevent the inevitable. But he pinched harder and harder and I eventually stopped, taking longer than I should have to realize I wasn't avoiding this.

'You are such a stubborn whore. Lift up your head'

I lifted my head and he placed a large, thick, heavy dog collar around my neck and buckled it tightly to my throat, the long metal chain hanging off the bed. He uncuffed my hands and then my ankles and allowed me to sit up in bed. My body was stiff and I was lightheaded. I rubbed my ankles and wrists, bruised, raw and cut from the cuffs and my hopeless fight against them.

I began to wipe my eyes and face and he yanked the chain, ordering me to leave my appearance alone. He told me to stand up and I did, uneasy initially. He roughly twisted the collar so that the 4 foot chain hung down my back, between the crease of my buttocks, hanging between my legs. My legs tingled as the blood continued to rush to my extremities.

I began to walk around the room under his careful watch, assessing my condition. I was very sore, my thighs were very tender to touch and bruising was becoming apparent in my legs. I looked down at my pert breasts, covered in dry semen that now looked like dry skin. But it was my vulva, my vagina, raw and tender, the area around it bruised, that demanded my attention with every step.

One of the black men entered the room and gave me a glass of orange juice and a blueberry muffin. I had my breakfast as I continued to slowly stretch and walk around the room. When I finished he told me to walk to the other bedroom and I knew the next act was about to begin.

'There's my whore. You look great. I love your hair and makeup,' he said sarcastically. 'Why don't you come over here.'

I walked over to the edge of the bed where the man who led the group was sitting up in bed with a semi erect penis below the sheet.

'Did you enjoy being a cunt last night? Did you enjoy being just a fuck hole for men to fuck? It sure looked like you did. I can't believe you fucking came. You really are a whore.'

'Can't you just call me by my name?' I asked.

'Is that what you want Shannon? Or do you want me to call you by another name? Do you want the name Shannon associated with the whore you are? Do you want to think about this dark side of your personality every time someone says your name? When your fellow nurses say your name at the hospital do you want to think of all the men that you allowed to crawl between your legs yesterday? When your brothers or sisters call you, do you want to think of how you orgasmed on black cock? When your husband says your name, do you want to remember how good you felt with our dicks filling all of your holes? Or do you want to pick a different name, an alter ego? A name you can associate with the whorish desires that fill that cum covered head? What do you want? What do you really want me to call you?'

He was messing with my head and my mind, mentally exhausted, was thinking through his challenge. I didn't answer him, rather I asked him what their names were.

'I'm not telling you their names, but if you really want to know, I will tell you mine. But you had better think about it before you ask,' he said.

I barked back without any consideration, 'I do want to know! Tell me your name.'

'It's Dan. Isn't that ironic. Same name as your husband.'

I was stunned. I couldn't believe it. And at that moment, I had no idea how that would fuck with my mind.

'And what would you like us to call you?' he asked.

I didn't answer. I couldn't. I was still processing that his name was possibly the same as my husband's.

'Come sit next to me. Come sit next to your other Dan,' he said, patting his hand on the bed. Without thinking, I slid next to him and he took my hand and placed it on his semi hard penis, telling me to stroke it and make it hard.

'Is this what you do with your husband, with Dan?'

'Stop!' I told him as I released his penis. 'I'm not pretending that you are my husband. I'm not doing it.'

'Ok, that's fine. I will stop bringing your husband into your fantasy, but you do need to call me Dan since you asked for my name,' he said pulling my hand back to his warm erection.

I traced my finger up and down the length of his penis before wrapping my hand around it and slowly stroking it to life.

'Good girl,' he said. 'Now tell me what you want to be called. Or should I choose for you?'

Well now I had gone down a rabbit hole and I wasn't certain what I should do. I worried that he was right, if I allowed him to call me Shannon, I would always be reminded of these events. But would I ever not remember it? If I chose an alter ego, wouldn't I be consenting? Accepting that I had a side of me that was this whore that they were using? I actually began to think of other names, acknowledging that I would never be the same after this, thinking that an alter ego may be the best way to compartmentalize this experience.

'Have you decided?'

'No,' I replied

'Then I will,' he started before I interrupted and told him no.

He waited for several minutes as I thought and then broke the silence, 'Ashley. That will be your slut name.'

'No!' I screamed. Ashley was my best friend, someone I went to college and nursing school with, the person I was out with when I met my husband, someone I talked to all the time and frequently went out with.

'Well I gave you enough time to think about it and you didn't choose. So I did. Now Ashley, since you have gotten me hard and excited, it's time for you to climb on top of me and take care of me, fuck me, like you did all of those men last night. I realized I still had his cock in my hand while I wondered why he selected her name, how did he know about her, why did he know about her. He didn't give me time to ask as he began to pull me onto him.

'I can't have sex with you. I am still to sore and raw from what you did to me last night. Can't I just jack you off?'

'No, you're going to fuck me Ashley. You're going to fuck us all today. I don't really care that you're sore because you whored yourself out last night. You'll get used to it. Now which hole do you want to fuck me with?'

My vagina was aching, and everything felt very tender. I wasn't going to be able to take him there.

'What if I blow you?'

'Now Ashley, first, you need to start being polite and calling me by my name. Second, you need to fuck me. Slide your little body down onto my dick and fuck me. Which hole is it going to be?'

'You're an asshole. Fine you can fuck me but it'll have to be in my ass. Where's the lubricant?'

He grinned as I straddled his abdomen, his erection resting beneath me.

'I will give you lubricant but only after you look at the camera and say, Dan will you please fuck my ass.'

I was broken at this point. Exhausted, my mind tied in a knot, my alter ego named after my close friend, the man controlling me named after my husband, all apparently justified because I shared a secret fantasy. I looked at my phone, being held by one of the men.

'Dan, will you please fuck my ass?'

The men laughed as they handed me the lubricant. I liberally applied it to his erection, my anus and also put some on my vaginal lips. I then raised up and placed the head of his penis against my anus and while trying to relax, lowered myself slowly onto him. He pushed through my entrance and I felt him fill me, creating a sensation that I now enjoyed. He began to thrust up into me and I asked him to relax and let me handle it.

He laughed, 'You really are an anal whore. See what you've discovered about yourself.'

I ignored him, but continued to fuck him, raising and lowering my hips as he held the leash on my collar. As I rocked, my hands rested on him, and for the first time I realized how muscular his clean shaven chest was. He watched me, occasionally feeling my breasts, squeezing my nipples. I mentally chastised myself for oddly enjoying the sensation, feeling his warm thick shaft penetrating me, filling me.

He soon reached for my hips grabbing them, holding them, then beginning to thrust into me at a quickening pace. He pushed deeply inside of me, pulling my hips against his, closing his eyes and tensing, pulsing within me. I felt the spasms of his penis within me. I felt the warm jets flowing inside me. And then I felt his member begin to retreat, softening within me.

Once he pulled out, I began to dismount him, but he stopped me, holding my arm.

'You enjoyed that, didn't you Ashley?'

'Yes,' I begrudgingly admitted.

'Yes what?' he said as peered at me, his hand still holding my forearm.

'Yes Dan,' I replied.

'Good girl, describe to me what you liked.'

I asked him not to make me answer but he simply repeated his question, so I responded.

'I like, I can't believe I am saying this. I liked the feeling of fullness. I liked how tight I felt around it and I feel the warmth more than the normal way, I think, anyway,' I stammered like a teenage girl.

'That's good Ashley. I'm glad you're being honest about who you are. It's a lot easier to enjoy isn't it? A lot easier when you separate the whore in you from the fake person you are around your friends and family. A lot easier when Ashley is allowed to enjoy the desires that Shannon is embarrassed of. Isn't it?'

'I don't know,' I said as I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I didn't know what was going on with me, why part of me enjoyed this while the rest of me was scared.

'Don't be ashamed, let Ashley enjoy herself. Embrace your fantasy. Embrace who you are,' he said.

I closed my eyes while I straddled him, having an uncomfortable sensation as his load was beginning to leak out of me. How did I get here? I felt the pressure of the eyes of the men, I felt them staring at me, expecting me to perform for them, to be their pornstar. I was trapped, what was I supposed to do? And yet a part of me enjoyed this. Not all of it, but some of it and I felt guilty for enjoying it. Why did I like it and why did I feel bad about it? I didn't know what to do.

He interrupted my internal self deprecating conversation.

'Look Ashley, you have a big day ahead of you and an even bigger evening. I suggest you enjoy it like you know Ashley wants to. And if you do, then we will take you home after tonight.'

'What do you mean an even bigger night?' I demanded. 'I can't do that again. I can't do what I did last night.'.

'That's Shannon talking,' he replied. 'And if Shannon is going to fight us all day, then yes, you will not enjoy it, and you won't be going home. So, like I said, be that whore inside of you. If you are, then your fantasy will exceed your expectations and I will be able to take you home. Are you ready to be Ashley?'

'Yes,' I replied, thinking it was my only way to go home.

'Yes what?'

'Yes Dan.'

'Good girl Ashley. Now, go blow the rest of the men. I want to see your mouth full cum.'

In that moment I accepted Ashley and allowed my alter ego to be free. I climbed off of Dan and the bed and walked to the men at the bedroom doorway. I grabbed two of their limp penises and stroked them through the jeans they were wearing before I was led to the living room. It was a mess, solo cups and beer cans everywhere, garbage on the floor. The five men encircled me, touching me, grabbing me. I undid their jeans one by one and then began stroking their cocks to erection. I fell to my knees without being told, accepting my situation but also allowing that dark side of me, Ashley as she was now named, to enjoy her role.

I began to suck on their cocks, alternating between the men, my goal to make them cum in my mouth. And as I did, I once again realized how well endowed all of the men were, paying particular attention to the differences in each of their penises. They all were thick and stretched my mouth. I was infatuated with the two uncircumcised cocks, having never been with an uncircumcised man, watching their heads emerge from the foreskin as they became erect, the feel, imagined or not, of that extra skin between my lips. I also noted their testicles, the sacs they hung in and the balls within them. They were as meaty as their cocks and they felt heavy when I held them. One of the black men had huge testicles hanging low between his legs that fascinated me.

And while I worked on their cocks, I became aware of Dan recording me with my phone. I performed for the camera, finding moments to look into the lens and smile, commenting on the cocks I was sucking, acting like the pornstar they wanted me to be, the pornstar Ashley was. I began to interact with the men, complimenting them, thanking them, telling them to give me their cum.

My performance accelerated their excitement and the first man to cum in my mouth was the man that violated me in the van. As he came I caressed his balls as his shaft pulsed between my lips. When he was done I opened my mouth to show him, to show the camera, his sperm, before I swallowed it. But as I began to close my mouth, Dan told me not to swallow, to keep my mouth open, that he wanted to see my mouth full with all of their loads.

Understanding what he wanted, the men masturbated around me, and I assisted, stroking the men as I could, and when they were ready they brought their cocks to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around just their heads and stroked them with my hand as they shot their loads into my mouth. It was difficult to keep their cum in my mouth, preventing myself from gagging as the thick bitter mixture coated the back of my mouth and throat. While it wasn't very much, it seemed like a gallon.

Soon the last man came in my mouth, and when he was done, I looked into the camera and opened my mouth, grabbing a black cock in each hand. Dan filmed me for a minute before telling me to swallow. I did as he asked, choking down the mixture that seemed to coat my throat rather than move through it. I gagged several times before opening my mouth to show the camera, to show Dan.

'Good girl Ashley,' he said

'Can I have a glass of water please,' I asked, 'I want to wash all of your cum down my throat.'

They laughed and brought me the water and I gulped it down, clearing the coating from my mouth and throat. 'You did a very good job Ashley. You're going to do great tonight,' Dan told me.

I wondered what he meant, fearful of a night similar to the last. But I wasn't allowed much time to consider what was in store for me.

'Go into your bedroom and count the used condoms. Count the men you fucked last night. Call us back there when you know how many men you whored yourself out to,' Dan ordered.

I got to my feet and walked down the short hallway, the chain leash of my collar bouncing against my ass, knowing the men were watching me. I walked to the bed and looked at the used, dry condoms laying across it, almost creating an outline of my head and shoulders. I didn't want to touch them, I'm not sure why, their contents were now dried in my hair, on my face, on my breasts. But I did. I began to count, pulling them apart from one another, horrified as the number grew beyond ten, then twenty. When I finished I realized 28 men I had never met had penetrated me, fucked me, violated me.

I sat in silence for a while, the men left me alone, and I contemplated what was transpiring, how my life had changed, all because I had shared a secret dark fantasy.

Eventually I called them. When they walked in, one of the black men had my phone, certainly recording me.

'How many men did you fuck last night Ashley?'

'Twenty Eight,' I answered, still dealing with the reality of the number.

'Did you orgasm last night?' he pressed as the horror overwhelmed me.

'Oh my god I did,' I uttered.

'So you enjoyed yourself,' Dan stated. He clearly wasn't asking.

'No, no I didn't,' I pushed back

'Who is that talking? Is that Shannon? Is it?' he demanded. He was almost surgical in his conversation and methods to divide and grow my personalities.

'No, I mean yes. I don't know. I don't know how I could have enjoyed it. I don't know why I would have enjoyed it.'.

'But Ashley did enjoy it. You enjoyed it.'

I hadn't. But I wondered if I had let myself, would I have enjoyed it.

He looked at me and asked, 'Who are you?'

I told him Ashley, because it was what he wanted to hear and I honestly didn't know in that moment.

'And how many men did you fuck last night Ashley?'

'Twenty Eight,' I replied.

'And did you enjoy having all of those men between your legs, pleasing them?'

I paused, but I knew this wasn't going to end unless I played along. So I answered, 'Yes Dan.'

'And what does that make you Ashley?'

'Happy?' I replied, uncertain of what he wanted.

He laughed. 'That's good. But doesn't that make you a whore? A slut?'

'Yes. I am a whore and a slut.'

He was satisfied. The men next proceeded to have me pose with the used condoms, having me assume different positions on and off the bed, laying down, kneeling, on all fours, condoms in front of me, on my body, all for them to take pictures with my phone. Once they were done, Dan told me that I should throw them all away.

The men retreated to the living room and quickly called me out. They were all seated throughout the trailer's kitchen and living area. I was told to kneel and I complied. Dan sat in an armchair and looked down on me.

'Ashley, there is one more thing I want to make sure you know and understand.' He paused and then continued, 'You now know and accept that you are a whore and a slut and you enjoy it. Is that right?'

'Yes Dan,' I replied

He sat and stared at me, contemplating his next words.

'That's all you are now,' he stated, staring coldly at me. There was a long period of silence as his words repeated in my head.

'Your only purpose, your only worth is to please men with your body. You know that don't you?'

I sat on my knees staring at him silently. He continued.

'You already knew that though, didn't you? You've spent your entire life making yourself attractive for men, hoping they would want you, desire you. Makeup, hair, tight clothing. You knew you needed to please men didn't you?'

I answered with a half hearted yes.

'Shannon had this fantasy that she only wanted one man, one that would take care of her. But now you know that deep down you want any man. Every man. Ashley, what I want you to accept is that your only worth now is to serve men. Do you understand that?'

'Yes, I want to be a slut for men, I want to please them,' I replied.

'And without pleasing them, what are you?'

'I am nothing,' I replied. He didn't say anything, looking at me, waiting for me to add to my answer. And I did, 'I would be worthless, useless.'

'Good Ashley. I think you are starting to understand. That's why you are wearing a collar now, to remind you of your place in life. It's a message that Shannon needs to understand as well.'

I knelt in silence, naked and now cold, with the men sitting around me. Those who weren't dressed already pulled their clothes on. Then Dan told me to clean the trailer.

'Ashley, this place is a mess. You need to clean up after the party you threw for all the men you fucked. Clean your home away from home just like the place where you pretend to be a faithful wife. And make sure you clean the bedrooms as well. Pick up all your used condom wrappers.'

I stood up and began to clean, picking up the bottles and cans, solo cups and paper plates, and while I did, I thought about all that had transpired. It was a rollercoaster train of thought, I thought about what was ahead of me tonight, I thought about how I would get home, I wondered if I would call the police, I wondered if that would get Dan, my husband, arrested.

I wondered if I was complicit, if the fact that part of me, Ashley, has enjoyed this, if that made it ok. And I thought about why I was ok with it, why I enjoyed it, why did I enjoy the physical sensations, being a slut, a whore. And why did this sense of being an object, being inferior, being submissive, why did I like that, why did it arouse me. And I wondered if I could ever get back from Ashley to Shannon.

The men sat and talked as I cleaned, regularly commenting about me, degrading me, humiliating me. When I walked past them, they would pull my leash, grab me, spank me, twist my nipples or pinch me. Their physical interactions with me escalated, pinning me to the small kitchen counter and fingering me while I cleaned it and inserting objects into my vagina and anus as I picked up the condom wrappers.

When the garbage was full I pulled the bag out and asked what I should do with it, expecting one of the men to take it outside. Dan, however, told me to take it outside and put it in the green bin on the side of the trailer. One of the men unlocked the front door and opened it, allowing the cold air to rush in. I couldn't believe they expected me to walk, naked and exposed, in the cold, but I wasn't surprised.

I stepped outside into the frigid air, frost covering the van and the blue sedan parked out front. I walked barefoot down the cement steps and then uncomfortably across the gravel to the side of the plain beige trailer. The sun was bright, the trees had no leaves, and silence accompanied the fact that there wasn't a house in sight.

The gravel made it hard to hurry back inside, but I moved as quickly as I could to get back to the warmth of the trailer. When I walked in Dan commented about how he knew I would come back. The driver pointed out my erect nipples and one of the black men stood up and hugged me, allowing me to hang on to his warm body.

While my naked body tried to get rid of the chill, Dan addressed me, 'Do you know why I am going to take you home tonight? Because I am certain you will be begging to come back to me. You didn't even try to run. I don't think you even thought about it. You just wanted to come back to the comfort of being with your men. I know that when I take you back Ashley, you are going to be obsessed with coming back here again and to experience this again.'

At the time, I didn't know if he was right, I was simply clinging to the warm black man next me. Eventually I let go as I was told to finish cleaning. When I was getting ready to vacuum, Dan had the men turn the music on their bluetooth speaker on.

'I heard you have another fantasy Ashley. What is that fantasy?'

I knew he likely already knew, so I answered matter of factly, 'Being a stripper.'

He smiled, 'I bet you practice your moves. I'd love it if you could show us how you move and dance while you vacuum.'

I proceeded to perform the most seductive vacuuming that the men have ever seen, swaying my hips, occasionally squatting down, opening my knees, sensually moving my body around the room and the trailer. When I was finished I noticed erections growing in several of the men's jeans. For some reason it made me smile, seemingly validating my sexual being, validating Ashley.

I put the vacuum away and Dan asked me how it felt to make men hard simply by dancing for them. In that moment, I decided I was going to immerse myself in Ashley and I told him it made me feel slutty. One of the men lifted me onto the coffee table and I began dancing again as they watched and removed their clothing. When they were all undressed I stepped off the table and worked the room, spending time in front of each of them, touching them and allowing them to touch me.

I then sat in between two of the men on the couch, sliding my hips to the edge before pulling my knees up to my breasts, inviting the men to fuck me, all while I was filmed. The men began to take turns penetrating me, thrusting in and out for several minutes before withdrawing and allowing the next man to kneel in front of me. I played my role, I was their whore, their slut, staring into their eyes, rubbing their chests, talking dirty to them. And they loved it.

Each time Dan was about to fuck me, he would press his cock against my anus, staring at me, before sliding it to my vagina and fucking me. I was then bent over the couch and fucked by the men. When Dan fucked me, he kept his thumb pressed against my anal orifice, but never pressed in. Next, the men took turns sitting on the couch and they had me straddle them and fuck them, raising and lowering my pussy on their cocks, the entire time expecting someone to insert themselves in my ass.

When Dan sat on the couch and I climbed over him, he told me to put his cock in me. I reached behind me and brought his head between my legs, gliding across the lips of my vagina and then placing it against my ass, pressing back until the head of his member began to stretch my ass and give me the sensation I now craved. I slowly rocked back and lowered until he completely filled me and when that happened he placed his hands on my hips and held me in place.

He told the men to turn off the camera and then looked in my eyes.

'You really are an anal whore aren't you Ashley? The truth though is that normal sex isn't satisfying for you anymore is it?'

'No, that's not true. I was enjoying it,' I replied.

He laughed, 'Sure you were. So much so that you took me in your ass. Did you even come close to cumming while we had sex with you?'

'No,' I admitted.

'At least you are honest. Let me ask you this. You were just fucked by multiple men, all probably more well endowed than your other Dan, your husband, in multiple positions and you weren't even close to orgasm. Do you think you will ever be satisfied having sex with your husband again? Be honest.'

I became anxious, afraid he might be right. And then I answered him by simply saying, 'I hope so.'

'I will be honest with you Ashley. I don't think you will ever again be satisfied with normal housewife sex. And that's going to be a problem for Shannon. You will always need an edge. You will always need excitement. You'll want two and three cocks, you'll want rough sex, you'll want new mysterious men, you'll never have enough.'

I was afraid at that moment he was probably correct.

He continued, 'So Ashley, what do you want right now?'

I didn't hesitate, I looked him straight in the eye, 'I want you all to fuck me in all of my holes. That's what I want. I want you to treat me like the whore that I am.'

And they did. I was immediately pulled off of Dan's cock and flipped over. He was quickly back in my ass and one of the black men penetrated my vagina and I once again felt that incredible sensation of two cocks filling me, separated by only a thin layer of tissue. The driver brought his penis to my mouth and I took it in, trying to give it the attention it deserved while I enjoyed the erections thrusting into me.

The men frequently rotated and I was used in a number of positions as well as on different furniture and in different rooms. I was constantly being fucked, often with 3 cocks inside me and occasionally one in my hand. The men frequently paid attention to my clitoris and nipples, and constantly degraded and humiliated me, spanking me and pulling the chain on my collar, heightening my experience, and I orgasmed twice, both times moaning around whomever's cock was in my mouth.

Eventually the men began to orgasm, depositing their loads inside of my vagina and ass. Everyone except for Dan, who now was recording me riding and sucking the other 5 men to their orgasms. When they were done, he handed the phone to one of the other men and called me over to him, telling me to kneel in front of him. I knelt on the cold kitchen linoleum, sweaty from my long sex act, cum leaking out of both of my holes, and looked up at him.

'Do you want to go home?' he asked. I didn't answer at first and he told me it was ok if I said yes.

'I do,' I replied.

'I know you do. And that's ok. I know you'll be back begging to have these men use you again. Before you go home though, you have a big night ahead of you and you will only go home if you don't disappoint us. Do you understand?'

'Yes Dan,' I answered looking up at him, his erect penis swaying in front of my face.

'Good. I think you have come to terms with the fact that there is a whore in you, a slut, that you had hidden away. But now it's who you are. Right?'

'Yes Dan,' I answered, 'Ashley is who I am.'

I was becoming fixated on his cock, knowing I was likely going to be told to take him in my mouth.

'What I need to know is that you understand what a useless fucking cunt you are. I need you to convince me that you, and that princess housewife Shannon, have given up all your pride, dignity and self esteem and realize that neither of you is anything except a warm hole to fuck.'

He paused and then added, 'And the only purpose you have is to let men use you.'

I very suddenly became aware of all the men standing around me. I was on my knees, surrounded by flaccid penises and one erection, my subservient position, my small frame, their physically imposing bodies.

There was some resolve in me that didn't want to give in to his demands, believing I would put this all behind me when it was over. Another part of me told me to just play along. But another part of me thought he might be right, parts of me had enjoyed this, parts of liked the new sensations. And I feared I was going to want more of this.

The silence was deafening until I began to speak.

'I, I don't know. I don't know who I am. I don't know if I am Shannon or Ashley. Am I a nurse, a wife, an educated woman or am I this slut that fantasizes about this. Oh my god, I can't believe I have done all of this. It's not even a fantasy anymore.'

I covered my face as I felt tears in my eyes, still surrounded by silence.

'The truth is that even though you forced me to do all these horrible things, I liked it and that means I am what you say. Shannon was never embarrassed of these desires, she just kept them very private. So even that part of me knows who I am, that I'm this slut.'

I took a deep breath and the men remained silent, waiting for me to say more.

'I don't know what else you want me to say. These physical desires, they aren't fantasy anymore. And now that they are real, I want them even more and I know that won't go away. But it's not only the physical desires, I don't know why, but I like being used and controlled. And yes I will let men use me, it's going to be the only way I can feel that way, submissive, inferior.'

I looked up at Dan and he smiled.

'That's good Shannon. Understanding that will help you tonight. Now I want you to finish me. But I also want to hear you tell me how much better you like my cock than your husband's, your other Dan.'

I quickly picked up that he called me Shannon and I wasn't sure why he did that. I also didn't plan on discussing my husband. I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth and began to pleasure it with my tongue and lips, using one hand to stroke his shaft and the other to tease his balls. I hoped I could quickly finish him and avoid any discussion but that hope was short lived when he pulled me by hair off of his cock.

'Tell me Shannon,' he demanded.

'I love your cock Dan,' I replied.

'Why do you love my cock, Shannon?'

'It's thick, the shaft is thick and your head is wide,' I told him.

'And?' he pressed.

'And I like the way it makes me feel.'

'Why, Shannon? What does my cock do to you that your husband's can't?'

I wasn't going to be able to avoid answering him. He looked down on me as I looked up at him as he held my head by my hair, his penis inches from my face.

'It stretched me, my lips, my vagina, my ass, it fills me.'

'More than your husband?'

Begrudgingly I admitted, 'Yes.'

'Shannon I want to hear you say it. Say what you know is true but you wish it wasn't. Say it out loud so you can stop denying it.'

I gave in.

'Dan, your cock stretches me and fills me more than my husband can, and it feels incredible, and yes better than his. Are you happy?'

'I am happy. I'm happy that you got that off of your conscience. It's not that you love me more than your husband, it's just that I physically satisfy you more than your husband. At some point you'll thank me for this, when you are laying in your bed wondering why you are thinking of me instead of your husband, now you will know.'

He brought his penis back to my lips and told me to make love to his cock with my mouth, still calling me Shannon. And I did, stroking his shaft, caressing his testicles, running my tongue around the ridge of his head while my lips traced up and down his shaft while I made eye contact as often as possible. He didn't last very long. I watched his testicles tighten up to his body, felt his shaft become more rigid, before he began to spasm between my lips and pulse and ejaculate the large load that had built up during the long sex session we were now completing.

He coated my mouth and I opened it, showing him, and the camera, before swallowing it. He allowed me to stand, pulling me to his side, holding my hip close to him with his strong arm. The driver handed me a glass of water that I drank, flushing the coating from my mouth.

As I handed the glass back to him, Dan unexpectedly pulled me in front of him, against him, our bodies pressing against one another as his hands held me close, one in the small of my back, the other in the middle of my back. He leaned in and kissed me. And I kissed him back as a sense of closeness and intimacy washed over me.

It wasn't a simple kiss. It was more than that. And I found myself reaching my arms around him. When the kiss broke, he stared into my eyes and I looked at him, I looked at him like a college freshman looks at her older boyfriend. But then I caught myself and the guilt washed over me and I looked away, pressing my hands against his chest. His hands slid down my back and cupped my ass, then groping me before releasing me. I walked away from him and the group, wondering what was happening to me. The men all got dressed, allowing me time alone to think about how broken I now was. I had spent the last 24 hours having sex with men I didn't know. Not just a few, many men. Repeatedly. I swallowed so much semen. I had anal sex, which I now liked, desired. I had all of my holes filled at once, which now seemed like the only way to satisfy me. I orgasmed from being choked and from fucking black cock. And I acknowledged my captor was better at pleasuring me than my husband. And then shared an intimate kiss with him. And I didn't know if Ashley was my alter ego or if Shannon truly was.

My thoughts were interrupted. Dan walked over and grabbed my ass, then smacking it.

'There's deli meat in the fridge. Go make sandwiches for all of us. You can have one as well, unless all the cum you've swallowed has filled you up.'

I went to the kitchen, now the only naked person in the room, and made their sandwiches, my mind still overwhelmed with what I had become while the men sat and talked about their experience over the last day. I served the men and also brought them beer, each of them thanking Shannon for serving them. I then made my own sandwich and got a glass of water. Dan told me to kneel beside the armchair he was sitting in and pulled my chain onto his lap, reminding me of the collar around my neck.

They talked about me and all the things I had done, and they had done to me, like I wasn't in the room. They talked about me as though I was an object, a pussy, an ass, a mouth to use. They talked about my appearance, my legs, my small firm breasts, and my cum covered face and hair. And they talked about how this prim and proper wife and nurse had become a cum hungry insatiable whore that was eager for anal sex and desired cum.

I knelt stoically and ate my sandwich as they humiliated me, only moving to get them beers as they talked. Eventually they began to involve me in the conversation, no longer calling me Shannon, now referring to me as cunt. They asked me about different situations and what I enjoyed, making me describe my orgasms, making me describe the different sensations of the different acts, making me describe how much I loved the taste of their loads. It was humiliating to have to describe the feeling of having twenty eight different men mount me while I was bound to the bed, but I did, because that's what they wanted from me, their cunt.

At one point, one of the black men commented on how I danced when I vacuumed, telling me it looked like I really got into it. He asked if I liked to dance and I told him I did. I really loved dancing with my husband Dan, at least I used to. Then Dan placed more strain on my chain and asked me if that comes from my stripper fantasy. I told him I didn't know, I told him I think I liked to dance before I developed that fantasy and maybe it contributed to it. He then told me to describe the fantasy.

I told them how I imagined myself in a dark strip club, a long stage, a pole, red and blue florescent lights providing the only light, seedy men sitting sparsely around the stage, several men sitting alone at tables, all focused on me. I described how bashful and timid I feel in my fantasy, insecure as I begin to dance for the men. I stare at them as I seductively remove each piece of clothing, seeking their approval of my body and my sexuality until I am finally completely exposed, being judged by every eye.

The same black man addressed me, 'Wow. So it's all about the feeling, the sense of inferiority, being exposed and judged and wanting to be validated?'

'Kind of,' I answered.

'If that's what gets you off then you really must have liked it here,' he replied.

I didn't answer but part of me did like experiencing those feelings.

'Close your eyes Ashley,' Dan said. 'I bet your fantasy doesn't end with you standing naked and exposed on the stage. Imagine the next song starts and you begin to work the men that are sitting around the stage, sultry and naked, approaching each man, kneeling in front of him, first playing with your pert, firm breasts, tweaking your nipples while licking your lips.'

'You smile at him, hoping to make him feel like the only man in the club before you twist around on all fours, pushing your backside so close to him that it makes him want to reach up and touch you, feel you. You move your ass back and forth, hoping he pictures you riding him, before you turn around, now squatting in your heels, parting your knees so he can see clearly your clean shaven pussy, so close to him that he can smell you. And he reaches up and slides a bill into your garter, your reward for arousing him with your body.

'You spend the next several songs trying to connect individually with each of the men at the stage, displaying your body, enticing them to use you. When your song ends, you grab your clothes and slide them back onto your body. You begin to work the room, wearing only your thong and lace bra, trying to sell your body to your customers.

'You ask them if you can sit on their laps, trying to steal their attention from the stripper currently on the stage. You sit close to them, your breasts close to their face, your arm around their shoulders. You wiggle your ass against them and ask them if they are enjoying themselves and if you performed well enough for them.

'You let them touch you, feel you, grope you, probe you. Your one free hand tactfully keeps them from going to far and you hope that allowing them to treat you this way will not only lead to a good tip but maybe some time in a private room.

'You imagine that this is your life now. You've left everything else behind. This is what you have become. You work the room, seeing who desires your body, you're willing to give it to any of them, all of them. I don't know who it is, whether it's the young boy who hasn't gotten to second base ever with his girlfriend, or the groping out of shape construction worker, or the guy who has his shirt unbuttoned too far. Maybe it's the old man who tells you how pretty you are, but eventually, someone asks if you would give them a lap dance and you oblige, hoping they want more.

'You lead them back, holding their hand, past the bouncer who fucks you regularly in order to protect you, to a small cubicle with a red satin sheet across the entry. Once inside, you remove your bra and begin your lap dance for him, rubbing yourself against his genitals, allowing him to feel your exposed breasts. And for just a few dollars more, you allow him to remove your thong panties, to feel you, to reach between your legs, caressing you before inserting a finger or two to prove your wetness.

'This is the feeling you seek, you desire. Devalued, naked, alone with a man that you have sold yourself to, objectified and reduced to just a hole, a disposable experience, allowing yourself to be purchased and used without objections. And you're completely for sale, willing for just a few more dollars to allow men to use all of you. That's who you are, the only worth you have.

'You kneel and undo his pants, taking him into your mouth, tasting him, stroking him, making sure his erection is strong. Then you open a condom and roll it over the head of his average sized penis and down the shaft. You would prefer to take him unprotected, preferring to feel his skin over the latex, but you can't have the load he is soon to give leaking out of you while you are on stage. You ask the man you sold yourself to if he wants you to face him or if he wants to take you from behind. He feels your breasts and then tells you to turn around.

'You hold his shaft behind you and guide it to your entrance, the spermicide is the only lubricant helping him enter your pussy as you lower yourself onto him. You raise and lower your hips, a motion you are very familiar with, one you will likely perform two or three more times in the evening. He reaches forward and plays with your nipples while you tell him how good he is making you feel. His hand traces down your abdomen, reaching between your thighs, his fingers now stroking, hoping to stimulate your clit. His other hand traces around your hips to your ass and you feel his thumb press against your anus. You almost want him to press it into you but he doesn't, he won't.

'You begin to moan, telling him how big he is. You support yourself with one hand on his knee while the other now reaches between your legs trying to stroke his balls. His hands now move to your hips, gripping you and controlling your pace. You beg him to cum, telling him you want to feel his spasms, and when he takes that deep breath you quietly scream, pretending he has pleased you as he buries himself in you and fills his condom.

'You lift yourself off of him and turn around, kneeling again in front of him, now working his softening cock out of the cheap condom you buy by the dozens, knotting the end and placing it in a tissue. He leans forward to kiss you and you offer your cheek. You thank him, you thank him for using you, and tell him he was incredible as he leaves the booth while you slide your thong on. You walk out into the club, still clasping your bra behind your back, hoping someone else will want you.'

I could see myself walking through the men in the club, wearing only my blue lace thong and trying to clasp my bra. Their eyes all peering at me, their wanton hands grabbing me, and the feeling of being objectified washed over me.

I began to realize Dan wasn't talking anymore and all I could hear is my heavy breathing and I realized I was masturbating in front of the men. I stopped and opened my eyes, but Dan told me to close them and return to my fantasy. I was too close, so I did, and soon I had yet another orgasm, there, kneeling next to Dan. The men clapped and I apologized, embarrassed that I let myself drift into a different reality.

It was now beginning to get dark outside and Dan made me get everyone fresh beers and then clean up after their dinner. When I was done, Dan asked me if I was ready to go home and I told him yes, hopeful that this abuse was coming to an end.