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She agrees to spend her two week vacation with me and be my total slave. (M+/F, nc, rp, bi, exh, bd, beast, ws) *** It was her idea. Well, no, that's not fair. It was an idea that we came up with when we were chatting on line and I suppose that we developed it together. Our correspondence began when Inga sent me an email after reading one of my stories on the internet. She had been very aroused by the story and she sent me an email to tell me how much she enjoyed it. Her email included a picture of herself. She was very attractive. It was a modest picture of her in a little black dress, not in the nude like so many of the other pictures that people send me as a sort of thank you for my stories. If any of you are reading this, thank you too. I enjoy all of those nudes very much. I responded, as I do to everyone that writes me whether or not they include a picture and whether or not they are attractive. I thanked her for her kind words and the picture. And that was that, until she read another of my stories. She liked the way my mind worked. Or I guess that it would be more correct to say that we shared some fantasies and she enjoyed reading mine. I suspect that she was grateful to have someone that she could discuss them with. At first I wasn't certain that Inga was a woman and not a man pretending to be a woman. Some guys get off on that but you can usually tell. I was soon convinced that Inga was all woman and I enjoyed several long chats with her about her fantasies and how closely they paralleled the events that I depicted in some of my stories. She wanted to experiment with her fantasies but had never found a man who shared those fantasies. I shared her frustration because it is even harder to find a woman who is excited by the admittedly unusual nature of our fantasies. She wanted to experience some of the things that I wrote about in my stories and after several months of exchanging emails and having the occasional long chat she decided to spend her upcoming summer vacation in the United States visiting me. I was delighted, of course. Inga is nearly half my age and judging by the pictures that she emailed me she is very sexy and very attractive. She is in her early thirties and cute as a kitten. I, on the other hand, am in my early sixties and rough as a cob. I ride a Harley and I look like it. I am in pretty good shape though and I knew that I had what it took to satisfy this woman's fantasies. All she needed was a man with a dirty mind. If you are familiar with my stories then you know that most of them are about women being blackmailed or in some other way coerced into sexual submission. They are humiliated and abused but not harmed. They experience helplessness and the freedom of being totally controlled. Those are the things that Inga fantasized about. The first thing I had to take care of was to get rid of my wife. My wife and I had both retired early. We had saved and planned for our future and we were not wealthy by any means but we were more than comfortable. We had no debts and we each had several large pension checks coming in so that so far we had not had to touch our savings. My wife is pretty open-minded but there was no way around it. She would have to be elsewhere while Inga was in town. I thought about trying to get my wife involved because she had some fantasies about being with another woman that she had never had the nerve to experience. But I decided that the best thing to do would be to get her out of town for the two weeks that Inga was going to be here. I would then be more free to experiment with some of my more outrageous fantasies. That was easier than it sounds. She has talked about going on a Panama Canal cruise with her sister for years. We selected a cruise that left from Tampa, Florida and ended in San Francisco. San Francisco is her favorite city so I had no trouble convincing her to spend a few days there with her sister before flying home. Now I just had to prepare for Inga's arrival. A few of the things that I had planned for her would take some coordination with friends. The more I thought about it though the more I thought that two weeks wouldn't be nearly enough time. The details were soon taken care of. I dropped my wife off at the airport on a Friday morning and picked Inga up on Saturday morning. I think that we were both relieved to find that there were no surprises. She was even prettier than the girl in the pictures she had sent me. She could easily pass for a woman in her early twenties, even after a long trans-Atlantic plane ride. She was about 5'2" and weighed about 100 pounds. Her breasts appeared to be perky little B cups, a personal favorite of mine. She had light brown hair with some blonde highlights and a smile that could melt a glacier. I had no idea why an attractive young woman like this wanted to be with a hairy old biker twice her age but I was not going to try to talk her out of it. I recognized her as she was coming out of the gate from the pictures that she had sent me. I approached her and I could tell that she recognized me as well. She smiled and we introduced ourselves. We went to the baggage claim and picked up her one small piece of luggage. She wouldn't need much in the way of clothing while she was here. I had planned on giving her some time to relax after her long flight and to get comfortable with me but she immediately slipped into character as a submissive. She was dressed as I had told her I wanted her dressed when she arrived. She was wearing an extremely short skirt and a lacy crop top that did not totally conceal her small, pink nipples. I put her bag in the back of my car and drove to my house. We had had some heated conversations on the internet but we both found it to be a much different situation when meeting for the first time in person. I intended to move things along quickly though. I had no intention of waiting to get to know her better and part of the excitement for her was giving herself to a strange man. God knows I'm certainly a strange man. I parked in my driveway and I set her bag inside the front door. I imagined that she must be pretty tired but since it was lunch time, and since I was in charge we were going to lunch. I opened the garage door and told her that we would be going out. She looked at my Softail nervously but after I gave her a quick set of instructions on how to survive as a passenger on a Harley she sat on the small passenger seat and hung on tight. She made a startled noise when I started the bike. She had a death grip on my waist as I pulled out of the garage. I paused to hit the garage door opener and make sure the door closed and then I took off. It was her first motorcycle ride. She was nervous at first but once she realized that she wasn't going to fall off and I wasn't going to kill her she relaxed and enjoyed the vibration and the sound and the feeling of freedom. I adjusted one of my mirrors and kept it aimed Inga's torso. It was a distraction but it was worth it. Her tiny skirt was pulled up to about half way between her crotch and her pierced navel. Her lacy little top came to just below her breasts when we were stopped. When we were moving it fluttered around and frequently bared the bottom portions of her perfect breasts. I almost ran a couple of red lights as I watched her in my mirror. I also got a big kick out of the expressions of the people on the road around us when they realized how much Inga there was on display. I finally decided that if I wanted to get to enjoy that beautiful body I had best start watching where I was going and I refocused my mirror and paid more attention to the road and the traffic. I drove through town and across the river to a nice restaurant with a big deck on a creek where the shrimp boats dock at night and unload their catch when they come back in. It isn't a biker bar but it is owned by a biker and is biker friendly. I pulled up into one of the bike parking places near the front and shut the bike off. As soon as it was quiet Inga leaned against my back and in a breathless voice she said, "Oh my god! I love it!" As strange as it seems, the motorcycle ride seemed to have broken her reserve. She didn't seem nearly as nervous now as she had when we left my house. Nothing breaks the ice like the way a Harley vibrates between a woman's legs. Don't take my word for it. There are studies that have shown it. We went inside and were seated out on the deck in the back. It was a bit warm but it was a beautiful day to be out by the water and there was a nice sea breeze which made it seem comfortable. After the hostess had seated us I ordered Inga to stand up and then I said, "Okay, now you may sit down again. Place your hands on the table and take your seat. Do not take your hands from the table and do not attempt to adjust your skirt." She glanced around and saw that there were a few tables nearby that were occupied. The people at those tables were close enough to see what was going on and in fact, four men at one of the tables were watching with a great deal of interest. They looked like they had just come from the golf course. There was a popular course nearby so they probably had. I watched them discreetly as Inga placed her hands on the table and returned to her seat. It was obvious from their faces that they were getting a good view and that they were enjoying it. I glanced around and saw several others straining to see just how much of my new slave had just been exposed but the four golfers had the best view. I turned my attention back to Inga and saw that she was very embarrassed, and very excited. I smiled and asked, "It's starting. Are you ready?" She closed her eyes for a second and then exhaled loudly and said, "Yes sir, I think so. I'm scared. But that's part of the excitement. I only ask one thing. Please don't ask me if I want to change my mind. Don't give me the chance to back out. If I say stop, don't listen to me." I leaned closer and quietly responded, "Dear, sweet, beautiful, sexy Inga, I have no intention of letting you back out. You belong to me for the next two weeks, unless I decide to keep you longer, or sell you sooner. So you had best please me. You wouldn't want to end up working for some half crazy pimp or selling your ass in a whore house in Mexico for a few pesos." She shivered, not quite sure if I was serious or not. But I had the impression that even that horrible fate hanging over her head excited her. Our waiter finally showed up and took our drink orders. He had a great view of Inga's pussy and the poor kid stared at it the entire time he was at our table taking our order. He had a hell of a time trying to tell us what today's specials were. It was pretty amusing for me and humiliating for Inga. This was the kind of experience that she had fantasized about for years but could never experience. Not on her own. And she had never found the right man, until now, to make those fantasies a reality. A lot of what I had planned was going to be new for me too. I had once had a part time master/slave relationship with a woman. We had lived together for two years and our relationship had developed quickly to the point where we had experienced some of the things that I had in mind for Inga. But we had just played around the edges. Some of Inga's fantasies went well beyond what I had experienced. I had similar fantasies though and I had written about many of them in my stories. I had every intention of making her dark dreams come true. As you might expect, we received excellent service that afternoon. Inga and I talked quietly and got to know each other a little better. I had to stop her from self-consciously trying to cover herself from time to time. It was just a reflex. She didn't even seem to realize that she was doing it. After we finished our lunch and our drinks we headed for the parking lot. I noticed that the four men at the next table followed us out. They were parked near my bike and just before we got on one of the men said to us, "My friends and I really enjoyed having you at the next table today." Then he said to me, "Your girlfriend is really beautiful." I smiled and said, "She isn't my girlfriends. She's just a slave." There was a whole range of expressions on the four men's faces, from shock to instant lust. I asked, "Did you get a good look at her pussy?" The man who had been speaking responded, "As good as was possible from our angle." I turned her to face them and said, "Go ahead slave, show the nice men your cunt. Hell! Let them see those tits too. Lift up your skirt and your top and go over there and thank them for being so complimentary." I didn't think that her face could get any redder than it had up on the deck. But it damn sure did. She turned dark red and it spread all the way down her neck and down under her top. But she lifted her crop top and her skirt and then walked over to the four of them and allowed them to see what she looked like close up. I was tempted to offer them more than a look but I hadn't even fucked her yet. I thought I should have the honor of going first since I was her owner. I watched as the four men examined Inga's charms. She was acting as if she hated what was happening but I knew better. The four men were apparently reluctant to go too far and at first they avoided touching her. Finally one of them grew a pair of balls and reached out and caressed one of her breasts. The others glanced at me to see if I was going to object. Hell! I thought I was going to have to show them how! Once the first man got away with it the others each began to explore her body as she stood there in the parking lot holding her top and her skirt up for them. I was watching her and after a very short time I could see that she was getting far too aroused. I asked them to be careful. I wasn't ready to let her have an orgasm just yet. They reluctantly took their hands away and I ordered her to get on the bike for the ride home. She let her clothing fall back into place as she came back over to the bike. She was almost panting she was so turned on. It was all I could do to keep from bending her over and fucking her right there. Damn she was hot! I unlocked the bike and got on and she stepped on behind me. I could tell right away that she no longer had any reservations about the bike. In fact, I would be willing to bet that she was looking forward to feeling it vibrating between her legs again. Her grip was much more relaxed now and I knew she was enjoying the ride. I took the back roads home. It took about forty minutes. I pulled the bike into the garage and shut it off and we went inside. As soon as we were alone in the house Inga seemed nervous again. I did nothing to try to calm her. I liked it that she was nervous. I led her into the living room and stood her in front of my chair and took a seat. I looked at her and ordered her to turn around slowly. When she had turned completely around I asked, "Did you enjoy yourself this afternoon?" She considered her response and finally she answered, "It was exciting. That's why I came here. So that you would make me do the things I fantasize about but could never do on my own. It was very embarrassing. But yes, I would have to say that I enjoyed it." I said, "You aren't going to enjoy everything that happens to you in the next two weeks. Take off your clothes." I had already seen her sexy body naked. She had sent me pictures before she came and I already knew how sexy she was. But seeing her in person was a whole lot sexier. I had been watching her every bit as much as those four golfers had a little while ago. But I didn't want her to know how anxious I was to explore that beautiful body. A woman this beautiful must be used to wrapping men around her little finger. She wasn't going to do that to me. She was going to experience a total loss of control in the next two weeks. That was the fantasy that we shared. Inga had shared some of her darkest fantasies with me and I had enjoyed them. Now I was going to make her dreams come true. I watched her undress. It didn't take long. Since I had ordered her to travel with only this little crop top and the tiny skirt she had been wearing it only took seconds for her to get naked. Once she was naked I spread my legs and pulled her closer. I moved my hands over her body for only a few seconds. Then I ran my finger lightly through the warm, wet crease between her legs. It came away soaked with her juices. I held my finger up to show her how wet it was. She already knew of course. But it embarrassed her that I had total control of her body now and it embarrassed her even more that I knew how much that aroused her. She had to be very tired. She had had a long flight. She left home very early this morning and she probably didn't sleep all that well last night. I would be surprised if she didn't lay there in the dark with her boyfriend for a very long time last night, thinking of me, anticipating the many things that were going to happen to her when she arrived and gave herself to me to use as I wished. I had a little more fun planned for her before I let her rest though. Besides, the longer she stayed up this evening the quicker she would recover from her jet lag. I pushed her away and stood up. I led her upstairs, grabbing her bag on the way, and we went to the master bedroom. I undressed and we went into the master bath and took a long hot shower. I made her wash me but I did not return the favor this time. I would enjoy washing her sexy body later. Not this time though. I wanted the anticipation to build. After our shower I took her back into the bedroom and ordered her to lie on the bed on her back. When she was in place I opened my nightstand and took out a blindfold and placed it over her eyes. I had already fastened short chains with heavy leather cuffs to all four corners of the bed. I pulled them into position and attached them to her wrists and ankles. When she was helpless I stood back and enjoyed the beautiful view. She was a very beautiful woman, but spread eagled naked and helpless in the middle of my bed the way that she was seemed to make her even more beautiful. She was very uncomfortable about posing for nude pictures. We had exchanged emails and chatted for months before she consented to send me a nude picture. One of the many plans that I had for her was to take as many pictures of her as I had the patience for. And not just me either. I was going to assure that pictures of her beautiful body were taken by any number of men. I started immediately. I picked up my digital camera and walked around the bed taking dozens of pictures of her from all angles. I got a lot of close-ups of her exposed pussy and her perfect tits. There would be many more over the next two weeks. I put the camera down and got up on the bed with her. I lay on my side facing her and just enjoyed the view at first. Her nipples were hard already and her secretions were moistening the lips of her pussy again. I'm sure that she was nervous. She was taking a big chance coming all of this way to put herself in the hands of a total stranger. But it was also very exciting and I knew that she must be dying to be touched right now. I began to tease her with a very light touch, moving my fingertips over her body. I avoided her breasts and her pussy though. I moved my hands over her face and neck and down across her chest between her breasts. I circled her breasts and teased them without actually touching them. I softly slid my fingers down across her flat stomach, just grazing over her soft skin until I reached her tiny patch of pubic hair. As my fingers moved around her pussy without actually touching it she moaned in frustration and lifted her ass off the bed in an attempt to be touched where she needed it most. But it was much too soon for that. I continued to tease her this way, often touching nothing but the fine, almost invisible hairs that grew on her soft belly. She could feel little more than the heat from my fingers. It was driving her crazy and she was almost panting now. She began to beg me to touch her. She pleaded with me to stop teasing her and touch her pussy or her breasts. She was pulling at the chains holding her down and promising me anything if I would just stop tormenting her and touch her. I would have liked to have drawn this out longer but I had been looking forward to this for far too long. I couldn't take any more of this teasing either. Not this time. The next time it would last much longer. I leaned over and kissed her and she returned my kiss passionately. We kissed for a few minutes before I moved my lips down and began to nibble at her breasts. When I finally took one of her nipples into my mouth and began to bite it she screamed, "YES! Oh YES! Do that! Harder! Please don't stop!" and she came. It surprised her and she lay there regaining her composure and under her breath she was muttering something in her native language. I smiled down at her, enjoying her pleasure. I have always found that causing a woman that much pleasure is an extremely erotic event. There is a feeling of power that you get as you watch her lose control because of what you are doing. It is quite a rush. I wasn't anywhere near finished though. I began to kiss my way down her stomach and I moved down and settled between her long slender legs. Once I was comfortable I began to kiss and lick all around her pussy. Even though I had only touched it once, before we came upstairs to show her how wet she was, her pussy was swollen and throbbing as if she had just had sex. It was obviously begging for attention. I avoided actually touching her there as I kissed all around the area and the frustration was building in her again. She was lifting her ass off of the bed and moaning and finally she could stand it no more. She screamed, "GOD DAMN YOU…FUCK ME!!! DO SOMETHING!!" I chuckled and that just increased her level of frustration. She groaned loudly and her ass dropped back onto the bed and as soon as she did that I dipped my head down and ran my tongue through her soaking wet slit from the bottom all the way up through the opening to her vagina and across her clit. She screamed wordlessly as my tongue touched her clit and she came again. I placed my mouth over her pussy then and stiffened my tongue and stuck it inside her pussy as far as I could. Then I started licking and sucking, enjoying the taste of her arousal as she stiffened and came several times, once more screaming wordlessly as she shuddered through one violent orgasm after another. Before she had time to catch her breath I was over her and I buried my cock inside her to the hilt. I am never going to have a career in porn. My cock is only a little over seven inches long and no more than average in circumference. But I normally have a lot of staying power and I have to rely on style and substance more than size so I work at making it good for my partner. Inga seemed to appreciate it. I started fucking her slowly at first. She pulled at her chains as I began to move in and out of her hot pussy and begged me to let her arms go so that she could hold me. There would be many times in the next two weeks that we would fuck without the chains. But the whole point of the chains and the blindfold were to make her feel helpless and free her to just enjoy getting fucked. The chains stayed on. Inga continued to struggle with the chains as we fucked. I am pretty sure though, that if I had removed them she would have been disappointed. Whatever her true feelings about being in bondage she came twice more before I finally came inside of her. I stayed inside of her until my cock was soft and enjoyed the heat from her tight pussy. I rested above her with my weight on my arms and looked down at her. This girl was good! She made me feel like a teenager again. I was just about to roll off of her when she lifted her head and kissed my chest. I was all sweaty but it didn't bother her at all. She licked the sweat from my chest for a moment before I moved down and placed my lips on hers. We kissed like a couple of horny teenagers for a few minutes before I finally rolled off of her and sat on the side of the bed staring at her sexy body. I glanced at the clock. I knew that she must be exhausted but I thought that it would be better if she stayed awake until at least eight this evening. Then she could sleep like a log for twelve hours and hopefully when she awoke tomorrow morning she would be less affected by the time difference. I unfastened the cuffs on her feet but before I released her arms I ran my hands over her body. Her nipples were instantly hard and ready to play some more. I dipped my fingers into her pussy and scooped up some of my cum and her juices. I spread the slimy mixture around her nipples and began to squeeze them and pull on them. I moved back and forth between them at first, but then I began to concentrate on her left nipple. She was moaning again and pulling at the chains that still restrained her arms. Her head began to rock back and forth and under her breath she was whispering, "Nein, bitte nicht mehr." Then she said, "Please, I can't take anymore. I can't cum again." She was wrong about that! She came again as I squeezed and pulled on her nipple and then I reached down and easily slid three fingers inside of her juicy pussy. She was so tight that I don't think I could have gotten another one in there. She opened her legs to let me in and then, as my thumb began to tease her oversensitive clit she came again. I figured she had reached her limit then. I unfastened the cuffs on her wrists and finally I removed the blindfold. She had been in the dark for almost an hour and a half and she took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light again. When she could see my face she smiled and said, "That was wonderful." I teased her nipple idly and said, "Sometimes it will be nice. Most of the time you are here it won't be. I am going to make you do things that you enjoy reading about but don't have the nerve to do. Sometimes I am going to hurt you. I am going to humiliate you and degrade you and then I am going to write a story about you and tell everyone that reads my stories what happened to the beautiful young woman from Germany that came to visit me. Maybe when I finish the story I will put your name and address at the end of the story so that anyone that wants to can come to your home and do what they want with you too." I could see that the idea of that turned her on. The reality would suck. But she didn't know me well enough to know if I would actually do something like that and the idea that it was something I might do turned her on. I got up and said, "Come on. Let's go take another shower. We're nasty." This time it was a long, slow shower with lots of touching. I soaped her up and enjoyed the way my hands glided over her slick body. She was a lot of fun to soap up and I spent a lot of time making sure she was clean. She returned the favor and she wasn't shy about making me feel just as good as I had made her feel a moment ago. The bed was a mess so we changed the sheets and then we went downstairs and got a cold drink. By the time we finished our drinks it was almost eight o'clock so I took her up and put her to bed. I lay with her and held her until she was asleep. She was exhausted and it didn't take long. Once she was breathing deeply and I was sure that she was sound asleep I got back up and went down the hall to my computer room. I added a few pages to the story I was working on and went to bed at ten. It was strange, going back into my bedroom and seeing that beautiful girl in my bed. Strange, but in a very nice way. I took my shorts and t-shirt off and joined her in bed. She didn't even stir as I crawled in beside her. When my eyes adjusted to the dark I saw that she was smiling in her sleep. It made me wonder what she was dreaming about. I wondered too if she would be smiling in her sleep tomorrow night. I let her sleep late in the morning and she didn't wake up until almost nine. I was up at a little after six. I went down and made coffee and read the Sunday paper and waited until I heard her get up and use the bathroom. When I heard movement upstairs I went up and we took another shower together. I ordered her to dress in her nicest dress and I helped her pick out a nice set of underwear. She almost seemed disappointed that I was dressing her so conservatively. I had plans for her though and I thought that what I had planned would be more exciting if she started out dressed the way she was now. I dressed in a pair of casual slacks and a sports shirt and we headed for a nice place with a great Sunday brunch. We took the car this time. We were there early enough to get a seat out back on the deck overlooking the marsh. Inga got her first taste of the Southern delicacy known as grits. It had taken me years to develop a taste for them. The first few times that I tried them I thought that the box they came in had more flavor. Once you learn how to eat them though, they are really quite good if they are made right. We finished our breakfast and relaxed over a cup of coffee for a few minutes. I was keeping my eye on the time. I had arranged to meet some friends and introduce them to Inga. When I told them that I was bringing them a beautiful young woman who was going to be my sex slave for the next two weeks and do anything that I wanted my friends were skeptical. But they were a group of horny old men, just like me, and they were willing to give me the benefit of the doubt. I knew these guys pretty well. We are the core of a group who get together on weekends to go on bike rides. We traveled to bike rallies together or traveled to places with scenic roads or better yet twisty roads and we got together from time to time to watch a big race or a big game at someone's house. I was the oldest of the group at sixty-one. There were a couple of the guys in their late forties but most were in their fifties. I was retired but the others all worked, all but two at blue collar jobs. Jim was an attorney and Gary was a Podiatrist. Owning a Harley has become an expensive hobby. You can't keep one and spend a lot of time collecting unemployment. I had paid nearly the price of a Cadillac for my newest Harley by the time you added the price of the accessories and the chrome. When it was time I escorted Inga back out to the car and drove across town to Smitty's house. Smitty was one of the two divorced men in our group. It looked like everyone was there when I pulled up into the driveway. The others had come on bikes and the driveway was full of big, expensive Harleys. As I pulled into the driveway Inga finally realized that this was not going to be just another Sunday for her. I escorted her to the door and Smitty let us in. As soon as we stepped inside I asked Smitty for a pair of his handcuffs. Smitty is a cop and has all the fun toys. He pulled a pair off of his police belt hanging by the door and I cuffed Inga's hands behind her back. She shivered in anticipation as I closed the cuffs over her wrists and she was helpless. There were a few whistles of appreciation when I pulled Inga into the living room. I had told my friends that she was beautiful but I have to be honest, I wouldn't have believed me either. I brought Inga to the center of the room and said, "Gentlemen, as promised, this is Inga. She is visiting from Germany and for at least the next two weeks she is my slut. I fucked her pretty good last night and I may join in later. For now though I just want to watch. I don't care what you do to her as long as I don't see any blood. You guys help yourselves. I haven't fucked her ass but she has a real nice cunt. I haven't taught her how to deep throat yet so that's something that we can work on this afternoon if anyone feels like it." There were five men sitting around the room and Smitty standing on the other side of Inga. They all seemed to be waiting for the punch line. Inga, who was about to have the first of her many fantasies come true looked nervous. She looked around the room quickly and then stared at the carpet in front of her and waited for the men do whatever they wanted to do with her. It started to look like none of my friends had any balls. I knew they were still trying to figure out if I was pulling some kind of joke on them. I thought I might get things going if I did something to demonstrate that I was serious. I stepped over behind Inga and put my arms around her. I kissed the back of her neck and then I grabbed the front of her blouse and tore it open. Buttons flew all around the room and Inga gasped in surprise. My friend's faces lit up as I pulled her blouse down off of her shoulders and left her standing with her demure bra exposed. Now she stood helpless and surrounded by strange men in her bra and they all got up at once and formed a circle around her. Most of my friends were pretty large men and Inga must have been feeling pretty overwhelmed now. I went to the kitchen and got a beer and took a seat out of the way. I saw her close her eyes and sigh as hands began to explore her body through her clothing. She was scared, but she was excited. Jim, the attorney stepped away and came over to where I was seated. He leaned over and asked, "I'm all for a little gangbang Dave. I just want you to tell me that this isn't a rape." I smiled at Jim and said, "She got on a plane yesterday morning and flew all of the way here to experience this sort of thing Jim. If you want I can show you some of her emails. She is nervous, but she hasn't said 'stop' has she?" We both turned our attention back to Inga and I saw that her bra was now hanging from her elbows along with her blouse. I couldn't see her tits though. They were covered with large hands. As we watched, someone was pulling her skirt up and exposing her plain white panties. I was watching her face when the first hand reached out and cupped her mound. She was trying hard to act like a victim of a gang rape. But I saw the pleasure on her face as my friends groped her roughly. I had thought that I would just watch this afternoon. But I was getting a very uncomfortable bulge in my slacks and I guess I was going to have to become more actively involved. But for now I was enjoying the show. Someone unfastened her skirt and it fell to the floor at her feet. Her panties followed in less than a minute. Fingers were now free to explore every part of her body and they did. Inga looked like she was going to have her first orgasm very soon. She tried to hide it but it was obvious. Apparently the reality of being taken by a group of large bikers was just as exciting as the fantasy. Smitty said, "Fuck this shit! These things are in the way." He pulled the key out of his pocket and unlocked the handcuffs and tossed them aside. As soon as they were gone someone roughly stripped off her blouse and bra. Kyle turned her to face him and using her ponytail as a handle he turned her face up and kissed her roughly. She stood still, returning his kiss passionately as the hands of the rest of the men continued to grope and pinch and pull at her soft, sexy body. I wasn't sure who pushed her to her knees but as soon as Kyle broke the kiss someone pushed her down and I heard zippers being pulled down. I could only catch glimpses of her between their legs now as my friends began stuffing their cocks in her mouth. I heard her struggling to handle all of that cock. She slurped loudly on them and several times I heard her gag and choke before Jerry called out, "Look at that shit! She did it! She's got that thing all the way down her fucking throat!" As far as I could tell she never struggled with them. She kept her hands on the cocks of the men on either side of her while the man in front of her fucked her mouth and throat. They all took a turn and they all came down her throat or in her mouth. During the entire time that she submitted to my friends and allowed them to fuck her throat the three who were not fucking her face or getting their cocks played with had their hands all over her body. Some of them were pretty rough but she never once complained. I saw her wince from time to time but she never asked them to stop. By the time the last man had cum in her mouth the first few were hard again. She was pushed down on her hands and knees and Smitty dropped to his knees behind her. He pushed down on her back to adjust the angle and roughly forced his hard cock into her very wet pussy from behind. Inga grunted as he slammed into her but she stayed in whatever position they put her in and let them do anything that they wanted to her. They fucked her, one after another, using her like a piece of fuck meat. It was just what she wanted, just what she needed. I watched her closely and I lost count of the number of times she reached orgasm. She was getting pretty tired by the time the sixth man had fucked her. They took a lot longer this time around since they had already cum in her mouth. I don't think she came with the last two but still she didn't complain. She never said a word. She grunted in pain a few times. She had never been taken so roughly or by so many men at once and her body wasn't used to it. She collapsed when the last of them finished fucking her. I had to call her name several times to get her attention. She finally looked up to see what I wanted and I said, "Crawl over here slut. I want to try out that mouth of yours now that you can suck a cock the way a slut is supposed to." Inga groaned as she got up on her hands and knees. I watched her tits sway as she crawled across the room. Just before she got to my chair I stood up and opened my slacks and pulled them and my shorts down and stepped out of them. When I was naked below the waist I sat down. Inga moved closer and took my cock into her mouth. She gripped me with her lips and slid her mouth down about half way. She groaned in pain and pulled back and tried again. This time her lips sank all the way to the base of my cock and I felt it slide into her throat. It was pretty amazing and I really enjoyed it. To be honest though, I think I got more pleasure from fucking her tight little pussy. This was exciting because it was hard for her. But her pussy was a better fuck. She worked hard at my cock and I was pretty turned on from watching my first real live gangbang so I came pretty quickly. After I shot my cum into her mouth she swallowed and then just held my cock between her lips until it was soft. I patted her head and said, "Okay Inga. Go get yourself a beer and take a little break." There was a look of gratitude on her face as she went to the kitchen and got a beer. By the time she came back into the room she had already gulped down half of the bottle. She put the bottle down on the table beside me and spoke for the first time since we had arrived. She cleared her throat and said, "I need to use the toilet. I can't sit down like this." Smitty said, "I'll take her." He led her out of the living room and down the hallway. They had only been gone for a minute when I heard her cry out. A couple of minutes later Smitty came back into the room with a big smile on his face. He said, "I had to piss too. So I helped her rinse all that crap off of her pussy while she was sitting on the toilet. She'll be out after she takes a quick shower." For about the next fifteen minutes or so, while Inga was taking a shower, I sat around and discussed her with my friends. I answered as few of their questions as possible. I did not tell them how we came to be in contact. I did not want them to know that we had met because she had read and been turned on by the stories I wrote and posted on the internet. I preferred the anonymity of the internet for a reason. Writing those nasty little stories is a very personal act. I am not ashamed of them. In fact, I think some of them are very well written and I am proud of them. But I wouldn't want it to be common knowledge among my biker friends that I was the person that was responsible for them. I told my friends that she was just a normal, if very attractive young woman who had some kinky fantasies that she could not experience without the help of the right man. After talking with me for a while she decided that I was the right man. We worked it out so that she would visit me for two weeks and for those two weeks she was mine to do with as I pleased. I knew most of her fantasies and since the things that turned her on also turned me on I was pretty sure that we were going to have a good time. I had just begun to tell them about what happened when we went out to eat yesterday when she came back into the room. Everyone looked up as she entered. She was blushing again. It looked very good on her. For the next hour she served us drinks and spent time in everyone's lap being kissed and groped and molested. When she got back around to Smitty's lap he pulled her down and I saw her jump. His hand was between her thighs and I suspected that his finger was toying with her ass. My suspicion was confirmed when he turned to me and asked, "You did say when you came in that we could do anything we wanted as long as we didn't draw blood, right?" I responded, "Yeah Smitty. You can fuck her ass. Just make sure you grease her up good and stretch her out a little. I don't want to have to take her to the emergency room when you're through fucking her." He grinned and said, "I wouldn't want to hurt her man. I just want to try out that sweet ass." He turned to Inga and asked, "How about it sweetheart, you've been fucked in the ass before haven't you?" She nodded and answered, "Yes sir, a couple of times." Smitty smiled and said, "You don't like it though, do you?" She shook her head and said, "No. It hurts." He stood her on her feet and said, "Wait right there. Don't move." He got up and went down the hall and came back a moment later with a tube of lubricant in his hand. Gary saw what he had and asked, "Is that what you use on your boyfriend Smitty?" After everyone chuckled at that Smitty replied, "No Gary. I never needed it with your sloppy ass." I'm not sure which one of them came out ahead on that exchange. Smitty sat back down in his chair and turned Inga around so that she was facing away from him. He ordered her to bend over and rest her hands on her knees. While she was getting into position he put some of the cold, greasy lubricant on his finger and after pausing to enjoy the view of her pretty ass for a second he reached out and pressed his finger against her anal opening and worked it inside. She gasped when his finger entered her but she didn't move. We all watched as he worked his finger in and out of her for a minute or two. Then he pulled it out and repeated the process with two of his large fingers. I was watching her face and I saw a mixture of emotions. She didn't like what he was doing but I'm pretty sure that the idea of what was happening to her now was turning her on. She was standing bent over and naked in a room full of older men and having her ass probed prior to having it fucked. This was a scene right out of her dirty mind and the more she didn't like it the more it would turn her on. Smitty took his time. It was obvious that he was enjoying himself. You know how cops are. He worked at her ass with two fingers for a long time before he pulled out and repeated the process with three of his thick fingers. It hadn't been so bad with one finger and she had gotten used to two fingers fairly quickly. She was grunting with pain as he forced three fingers inside of her tight opening. It looked like his three fingers were quite a bit fatter than his cock though. When he finally did get around to sticking his dick in her it probably wouldn't be so bad. I suspected that it wasn't going to be just Smitty though. The other guys were all watching eagerly. I doubted if all of them could cum again but I wouldn't be surprised if they all took a few minutes to stick their hard dicks in her just to see what it felt like. Smitty finally got his three fingers in all the way to the hilt and he slowly worked them in and out of her tight hole. She grunted with every painful stroke. It was obvious that it was painful for her. But I have to give her credit, she never moved and she never asked him to stop. Smitty stood up after a few minutes and handed the tube of lubricant to Inga. He kept his three fingers inside of her and ordered her to spread the lube on his cock. She struggled to keep her balance as she spread some of the grease in her hand and reached back and started rubbing it all over his hard cock. When he was ready he finally pulled his fingers out of her ass and ordered her to her knees. She dropped down right in front of him and he went to his knees behind her. He pushed her head down to the carpet and ordered her to reach back and spread her ass open for him. She groaned again. This time I think that it was from embarrassment. She reached back and spread the cheeks of her ass wide apart. He edged forward a little and pressed the head of his cock against her hole and grabbed her hips. He ordered her to push out with her ass muscles as if she was trying to take a crap and he started pushing. It wasn't easy. He was applying a lot of force and she was groaning in pain but suddenly the head of his cock popped inside of her and slid in a couple of inches. Inga cried out in pain and Smitty sighed with pleasure. Before he could push any more of his cock into, however, she pulled away and flipped over. She cried out, "No. I can't do that! It hurts me. I don't want to do that anymore." Smitty grinned down at her and said, "You don't understand Inga. It isn't about what you want or what you like or what feels good to you. You are here to please us. You are here to amuse us and to do what turns us on. Now get back up so I can fuck you cute little ass." Inga was scared but she stood her ground. She shook her head and said, "No! I won't let you!" Smitty's grin just got bigger. He left the room and came back with some rope. He stood over Inga and said, "Last chance bitch." She just shook her head and he reached down and grabbed a handful of her pony tail. He dragged across the floor to his coffee table and pushed her down over it. She was no match for that big man who, with his police training was used to subduing much bigger people than Inga. He quickly had her tied face down across the table and now she was helpless. He dropped to his knees behind her and she tried to kick him but he deflected her weak attempt and smacked her ass so hard that the sound of it echoed through the room like a rifle shot. His cock was still hard and there was little doubt in my mind that subduing her like this had turned him on. He roughly began forcing his cock back into her ass and this time there was no escape for her. She screamed in pain the first few times he forced his cock into her ass. But soon she gave up and once she relaxed I guess it wasn't so bad. She continued to grunt with every brutal thrust but she wasn't fighting him any longer. I wasn't a big fan of ass fucking but, like the others, I was fascinated by the way his large cock was being forced inside of her tight little ass. As more and more of his cock slid inside of her he started sighing louder and swearing under his breath. Once he had it all the way in and was pounding away at her he started describing what it felt like for the rest of us. He raved about how hot her ass felt on his cock and how tight it was. All the guys were getting turned on watching. Hell! I even got hard again. But I still wasn't all that interested in fucking her ass even if it was exciting to watch. It took Smitty a long time to cum. We are a group of old farts and I imagine that it has been a long time since most of us came twice in one session. It has been years since I could get off three times and I'm just as virile as any of these guys. It probably took Smitty twenty minutes to cum. By the time he filled her ass she was crying softly. He ignored that though. He gripped her hips and fucked her hard for about thirty seconds and then he swore loudly and came in her ass. He stayed inside of her until his cock went soft and her ass just kind of squeezed him out. He got up and went around to her head. He grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head up and forced his cock into her mouth. She gagged a couple of times but she managed to suck him clean. He gave her plenty of time to suck his nasty cock clean and then he returned to his chair and began sucking on his beer. Just as I expected, the other guys lined up and fucked her ass for a few minutes. A couple of them acted like they were cumming but I didn't believe it and the others didn't even bother to fake it. They just crammed their hard cocks into her ass and fucked her for a few minutes. Then they pulled out and forced her to suck them clean while the next man took his turn. When they were done with her we left her tied up and helpless. She had cum dribbling out of her ass and her thighs were pretty nasty but even so she looked pretty hot like that. I left her there for a while and then I untied her and sent her back to the bathroom to clean up and I told her to bring a towel out with her. I got us both a beer and when she returned I took the towel from her and spread it on my lap and pulled her down. When she was comfortable I handed her a cold beer and we sat around and shot the shit for a little while and drank Smitty's beer. Inga was quiet but now that the ass fucking was over she seemed to have calmed down and accepted what had happened. The guys all wanted to know when we could do it again and I suggested that we meet out at the river next Saturday. There was a place in the woods that we liked to go and have a fire and drink and tell lies. Sometimes we pitched tents and spent the night. I suggested that we check the weather towards the end of the week and if it wasn't going to rain we could spend Saturday night and Sunday morning out there. Everyone thought that was a great idea and we talked about inviting a few more guys just to make it interesting. I finally finished my beer and pushed Inga to her feet. I ordered her to go around to each of my friends and thank them for fucking her before we left. She started with Jerry on my left and went around to each of the men. She stood in front of them and as they groped her she thanked them for fucking her as politely as possible. When she got back around to me I told her to put her skirt and her blouse on. The buttons were all missing from her blouse so she had to tie it together under her tits. I held up her bra and panties and asked if anyone wanted any souvenirs. Most of the guys were married and didn't dare. Smitty was quick to jump up and grab them. He smiled and said, "I'm going to tack them up on the wall so everyone can see them. I'll get a picture of her later to hang up with them." I said, "I'll make sure you do Smitty." Then we left. Inga was walking a bit stiffly as we made our way out to the car. Once I pulled away from the house and headed back home I asked, "Well, was it as exciting as you thought it would be?" She was slumped against her door with her eyes closed. She looked exhausted. When I spoke she opened her eyes and smiled. Then she said, "I thought they were going to fuck me to death. My ass hurts like hell. I hated it. And I loved it!" I laughed at the way she responded. She sounded just as cute as she looked. I drove home and parked in the garage. We went inside and took a shower and I found some ointment for her ass. I made her stretch out on the bed and I applied it gently to her little back entrance. As I was working it in she asked, "Does it look okay?" I said, "It looks good enough to eat. Or at least it would if it wasn't so greasy." She moaned with pleasure as I worked the cream inside of her butt. When I was done she asked, "Why didn't you fuck my ass?" I slapped her butt playfully and said, "I told you before, I love your ass. I love the way it looks and the way you react when I stick my tongue in it. But I like pussy. I don't see the point in fucking an asshole when there is a perfectly good cunt right there beside it. And you do have a perfect cunt." She was starting feel relaxed and drowsy and I had plans for this evening so I let her take a nap while I went down and read the paper. I figured it would be a day or two before she was fully recovered from her trip and she had gotten quite a workout already today. When she got up I made a light supper and we went back upstairs and got dressed. I picked out a miniskirt and a sheer blouse for her but I also let her put underwear on. She was once more surprised when I let her dress like she might normally when she went out in the evening. She expected me to be dragging her around town half naked all the time. I explained to her that sometimes the fun is in undressing a fully dressed woman. Sometimes you want to savor the process. She thought about what I said for a moment and then she smiled and said, "You mean it's all about the tease." I smiled and said, "Sometimes." We left the house at around 8:30 PM and I drove to a club I knew about. I had already talked to the manager and he was expecting us. I parked in the back and went in through an unmarked door. Inga had no idea what was inside. We went up a dark hallway and into the front. Inga looked around and saw that the walls were covered with pictures of women in various stages of undress. Some of the shots were positively vulgar. A very few were quite good, artistic even. Most were just normal pictures of bored looking women undressing and posing nude. A large black man looked up when we came in and smiled. He said, "Right on time! Does your friend know why she is here yet?" I responded, "Nope, not a clue." He came out from behind the counter and looked Inga over. She stood passively as he circled her and then tilted her head up and looked her in the face. She looked nervous. She still didn't know what kind of place this was or what was going to happen to her here. The black man said, "Hey girl. My name is Al. I own this place." After looking at her face and body he turned to me and said, "I could make a lot of fucking money with this broad. Look at that face!" He looked down at her tits and then turned back to me and said, "Let's go into my office." We went behind the counter and through a door into a small office. Just like the outer room the walls were covered with pictures of naked and nearly naked women. I liked it but I doubt if my wife would have let me do my computer room this way. Al stood in front of his desk and leaned back against it. He pulled Inga in front of him and said, "Dave didn't tell you why you are here?" Inga shook her head nervously. Al smiled and said, "Let me explain then. But while I do that, I want you to get down and suck on my cock." Inga had never had sex with a black man and she was nervous but I knew from our conversations on the internet that the idea of it, the idea of being taken by a black man, that was just the kind of thing that she didn't want to do. And it was just the kind of thing that would excite her for that very reason. She dropped to her knees on the dirty rug in front of his desk and when he didn't move she unfastened Al's pants and pulled them and his shorts down to his knees. Al is a very dark skinned black man. His long, very fat cock was so black it was almost purple. He had a bit of a gut but his cock was big enough that it didn't matter. Inga stared at his cock for a second or two. Then she took it in her hand and worked it while it grew to full length. It was impressive. She stared at it for a few moments and then began taking as much of it as she could into her mouth. Al watched her for a minute and then he told her why she was here. "What I do here Inga, is I provide pretty young women for my customers to come in and take pictures of. I don't know how many men will be here for your set. It could be a half a dozen or it could be two dozen. It varies. You are going to go into one of the studios with the men and they will take some pictures of you. After a few minutes your blouse comes off and they take more pictures. Then your skirt comes off." Inga was listening, but she was paying more attention to his large cock. She was having a very hard time trying to take it in her throat. She could only get about three inches of it in her mouth because it was so fat. She was trying though. Al continued with his description of what was about to happen to her. "You pose in your underwear for a few minutes and then the bra comes off. Finally the panties come off. Some of the guys are going to want their pictures taken with you. If they do anything that is against the rules I will stop it. So you just go along with whatever happens in there. After you have posed for them in the nude for a while and they are all horny for your hot little cunt then they can decide if they want to pay the extra fee to fuck you." Al was gripping her head and trying to force more of his fat cock into her mouth as he talked. He seemed to be having trouble concentrating though and from the sound of it I thought that he would cum before long. He was a little breathless as he said, "They won't be taking pictures of you fucking them and sucking them. But I have cameras all around the room recording it and you'll get a copy of the DVD for a souvenir of your trip to America. The other copies will be on sale out front." Al made one last attempt to get more of his cock into Inga's mouth and then he filled her mouth with cum. It must have been quite a load because she really had to struggle with it. She finally got it all down and then he let her get a little air before he made her hold his softening cock in her mouth while he finished telling her what was going to happen. He reached down and patted her head and said, "Normally that would be the end of the evening for you. But we are going to have a special show after that. I have invited some of my friends and my better customers to a little performance that you are going to put on. It's going to be something that they don't get to see every day, especially with a sweet young thing like you, and I'm looking forward to it myself." Al pushed Inga's head away and pulled his pants back up and fastened them. He said, "Now, I want you to go out into the lobby and let the customers get to know you. Answer their questions, make them feel comfortable. You get the idea, right?" Inga got to her feet. There were tears streaming down her cheeks from the brutal face fuck. She wiped them away with her hands and looked around for a tissue. There weren't any evident so she wiped her hands on her skirt and looked down to make sure her clothing was clean and straight. Then she followed us out of the office. I was surprised. I hadn't heard anyone come in. I guess I had been distracted. But there were nine men waiting quietly on the other side of the counter. They seemed to range in age from one guy that didn't look like he was eighteen yet all the way up to one guy that looked like he was in his seventies. The men looked up when we came out of the office and Al said, "Gentlemen! Welcome! This sweet young thing is Inga. She is going to be our next model. I want you to make her feel comfortable. This is her first time and she is a little nervous. The next performance will start in about fifteen minutes." He shoved Inga over to the center of the room and as the men turned their attention to her he said, "I wouldn't recommend that anyone kiss her just now. Unless you are wondering what my cum tastes like that is." Inga was already as embarrassed as she could get. The remark seemed to make her cringe though. The men gathered around her. At first they just looked her over. Finally one of the older men put his arm around her shoulder in a friendly way and said hello. After she answered he heard her accent and asked her where she was from. She told him and I saw her react when his hand came to rest on her tit as the others all watched. He squeezed her tit and asked, "This is your first time? What is a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? You don't look like a whore." Her eyes got wide and she responded quickly, "I'm not a whore!" The man squeezing her tit chuckled and said, "You are now bitch. Before very long we are all going to be fucking your sweet pussy or your mouth. And we are going to have to pay Al to do it. That makes you a whore. What did you think you were doing here?" She was quiet for a moment and then she said, "I didn't know. My master brought me here. He didn't tell me why." The man looked at her in disbelief and said, "You mean you've never sold your pussy before?" She looked him right in the eye and said, "I certainly have not!" He laughed and said, "I don't guess that matters. You're a whore now." He took his hand off of her tit and his arm slid down her back. He rested his hand on her ass for a minute and then he reached lower and lifted her skirt enough that he could rest his hand on her panties. Just then two more men came in and came to a sudden stop when they saw what was happening. They watched as the first man squeezed the cheek of the obviously uncomfortable Inga's ass while a man on the other side of her reached up and started playing with her tit. The two newcomers were forced to move when another man came in and then several more entered the room. As show time neared the room was beginning to fill up. Al was finally satisfied with the size of the crowd and he stepped up to the counter and said, "Gentlemen. It's time to start. Is there anyone here that doesn't know the rules?" No one spoke. Al said, "Alright gentlemen. Get your wallets out." Just then the phone rang and Al excused himself and went into his office. When he came out a few minutes later he went to the counter and held out his hand. The men lined up at the counter and I counted them as they handed Al fifty dollars apiece. There were fourteen of them. I watched as the youngest of them came through the line. Even close up I didn't think he was eighteen but Al didn't say a word. He took the kid's money just like he did with all the others and then we all went down the hall to one of the studios. When we were inside Al pointed out the three separate areas in the front of the room to Inga and said, "You start out there on the right in the living room set. You pose until the bell rings and then you take your blouse off. All you have to do is everything you are told and you'll do fine. Once you are naked you move to that fur rug on the raised dais in the center of the room and pose in any manner that the customers request until the bell rings again. At that time you move to the bed on the left and do whatever they want…with no arguments. I don't want any complaints or I'll lose my sense of humor. Just do what you're told. And get that dazed look off of your fucking face bitch. I want to see some smiles." The men were gathered around the living room set in the right hand corner of the room and Inga made her way through them to the set. The bell rang and she struggled to smile as the cameras came up and they started taking pictures. They started giving her directions almost immediately. She was ordered to sit on the couch and spread her legs so that they could get pictures of her panty covered crotch. When everyone had a chance to get that picture she was made to get up on the couch on her hands and knees and permit pictures of her bra covered breasts as her blouse fell away. Unfortunately, it didn't fall open far enough so one of the men reached up and unfastened a couple of buttons until they were satisfied with the effect. She was left in that position and someone else went up and pulled her skirt up over her ass, baring her panty covered ass for more pictures. By the time they had all gotten that shot the bell rang and she straightened up and took her blouse off. I was standing in the back of the room enjoying the show and she glanced up at me nervously. I thought of how reluctant she had been to share her pictures with me on the internet. She was really uncomfortable with the idea of all of these men possessing pictures of her undressing and then nude. She was probably afraid that they would end up all over the internet and she was probably right. I didn't doubt that before she could return home to Germany her friends and co-workers would be able to find nude pictures of her on the net if they put a little effort into it. Inga began to pose as the men directed her, now without her blouse. The men didn't exhibit a lot of imagination though and the poses were pretty much a repetition of the previous ones. The bell rang again and Inga stood up and removed her skirt. The customers were getting more interested now and half way through this set a man from the group went up on the set and posed with her. He stood behind her and cupped her bra encased tits. After the men took several pictures he reached a hand down inside the front of her panties and cupped her pussy as more pictures were taken. He was still up there when the bell rang again and he smiled and said, "Here, let me help you with that." He unfastened her bra and slid it off of her tits. Now that she was posing in only her panties he rejoined the men and started taking pictures again. It was obvious that Inga hated this, especially the part about the pictures. But she didn't dare refuse anyone anything. They were constantly reminding her to smile and she kept trying. She wasn't very convincing, but she tried. Half way to the next bell another man put his camera down and went up to pose with her. This time he was cupping her naked tits in his hand and roughly pinching and pulling on her nipples. He had his arms around her and he was grinding his groin against her as he leaned down and whispered something in her ear that made her even more nervous. He stepped back when the bell rang again and someone in the group instructed Inga to turn her back to them and keep her legs straight as she bent down slowly and removed her panties. She took a deep breath and obeyed. When she had stepped out of her panties she was ordered to stay bent over and spread her legs farther apart. There were more pictures and then they told her to reach back and spread her ass cheeks open for them. Several minutes later I heard someone tell her to spread her pussy for them but Al interrupted. He said, "Gentlemen, she is supposed to move to the fur for this next set. Inga, move over to the dais and pose on the fur." I didn't see the point but Inga moved the short distance to the small raised dais and resumed posing as the men instructed her. This session lasted a little longer and there were no pauses to remove clothing. After several minutes different men began to hand their cameras to the others so that they could have their pictures taken with her. They all groped her freely and assumed some very compromising poses. One of the men even pulled his cock out of his pants and posed with it in Inga's mouth. Al watched with a big smile for a few moments before he said, "Gentlemen, that's against the rules. Put your cock away man. You'll have to wait a few more minutes if you want a blowjob from the bitch." Inga was forced to pose while getting groped by men from the group for about another ten minutes before the bell rang again. When the bell rang this time Al stepped forward. As he moved to the front he said, "Okay gents; please put your cameras away now. It's time for the part of the show you have all been waiting for. If you want to fuck her it's time to pay up. Since prostitution is illegal in this state I can't have you taking pictures of our new whore fucking you for money. Remember, you can fuck her pussy or her mouth. Her ass is off limits. If everyone gets a turn before the final bell rings then you can start going around again. But make sure that everyone has had a chance to fuck the bitch before you go for seconds." Al took her by the arm and pulled her over to the bed and ordered her to get up on the bed on her hands and knees. As soon as she was in place Al stepped back and there was a crush of men shoving money into Al's hands and rushing over to try to be first to use her two available orifices. It was fun to watch for the first few minutes but I couldn't really see her well enough to take pleasure from her discomfort and it very quickly got to be boring. I felt compelled to hang around and watch though. Just to make sure that no one hurt her. I hadn't thought to ask how long this would take when I set this all up earlier. Now I turned to Al and asked, "How long before the next bell rings?" He responded, "For this many men I have to allow three hours. If I don't give them all enough time to fuck her at least once I'll lose customers." Damn! I should have brought a book to read! It was only a little after ten now. Then I remembered that the special show we had talked about was supposed to take place after we were done in here. Al saw the look on my face and laughed. He knew what I was thinking. He said, "I had to postpone the special show. That phone call I took before I brought everyone down here was from the handler. Some of the people couldn't make it, including the handler. I figured that since you are retired you would rather postpone it than hang around all fucking night anyway. I rescheduled for tomorrow evening at eight. Is that alright with you?" I couldn't think of any reason I couldn't make it. I nodded. He was right. I had no desire to spend all fucking night here. I turned my attention back to the sex show. There was the constant sound of flesh slapping flesh and the occasional moan from Inga as a new cock entered her or someone thrust into her body with more force than was necessary. Once in a while the crowd of men separated enough that I could see what was happening. She had tears in her eyes but I didn't know if that was a reaction to the cocks being shoved down her throat or if she was sorry she had made this trip or if she was in a lot of pain. She was not enjoying what was being done to her. But then, that was the point, wasn't it. I noticed the cameras spread around the ceiling which covered the entire room and I had noticed that they would zoom in on the action from time to time. So I knew that there was a camera operator working to get some good shots. I asked Al how long it would be before they would have the DVD ready. He said, "The guys have gotten pretty good at this. I can have a high quality DVD edited and packaged with cover art and credits ready for sale in twenty-four hours. I can probably have one ready for you when you come back tomorrow." I nodded and said, "Two DVDs please. Inga should get one to take home with her." Al said, "If I was you I'd keep the bitch around. That's some quality pussy you got there. A bitch that hot that does anything you tell her to do…that's worth holding on to." I smiled and said, "I agree Al. I just don't think my wife would feel the same way about it when she gets home from her cruise." I moved away from the wall and joined the group of men who were still swarming around Inga. I worked my way through the press of horny men and stood by the side of the bed. The man who was fucking her now was nearing orgasm and each violent thrust of his cock forced a grunt from Inga's cock filled mouth. When I moved closer I saw that there were streams of cum running down off of her chin and down her chest. Her thighs were coated with it already and her evening was only half over. While I was standing by the side of the bed I heard one of the men complain to Al about how nasty she was. Al just laughed and responded, "Jesus man. It's a fucking gangbang. If you want some pristine pussy go home to your wife. Oh wait, I just remembered. If your wife would let you fuck her you wouldn't be here!" He laughed heartily at his customer's expense. The man said, "Fuck you Al," and turned and returned to the press of men watching and waiting their turn. I watched as several of the men fucked her at either end. I began to get the impression that these guys weren't going to last anywhere near three hours. I thought this would all be over in two at the most. Al called me back over to where he was leaning against the wall and said, "Since we are postponing the special until tomorrow, I have an idea for an ending to tonight's show that will spice it up a little and it will only take a couple of minutes. How about if we take her into the shower afterwards and anyone that wants to can piss on her? That will get most of the cum off of her. Do you have a problem with that?" I smiled and said, "As long as I don't have to take her home like that it might be amusing." I had been right about the men only lasting two hours and before long there was only one last man trying to get Inga to suck on his semi-hard cock. She was a fucking mess and I wouldn't have touched her if it had been me. The customers started getting their stuff together to leave and Al called them over and told them what he had in mind for a finale. A few were grossed out and left. Most were amused and hung around after being assured that they would be allowed to photograph the event. When the last man finally gave up and stepped away from the bed Al ordered Inga to her feet. She had collapsed onto the nasty, cum covered bed when finally left alone and now she rolled over and sat up with difficulty. She was unsteady on her feet but she was so covered in slime that no one wanted to help her. She supported herself against the side of the bed until she felt able to stand unassisted and then she turned to face Al. Al ordered her to follow him and he walked to the door and went out into the hallway. She groaned and walked stiffly after him. She was holding onto her stomach and walking with her legs spread farther apart than normal as she waddled across the room and out the door. I followed her and the rest of the men followed behind me talking quietly among themselves and laughing. They were still having a pretty good time. Al led the way to a large bathroom with an old claw-foot bathtub against one wall. Inga followed him in and as I entered behind her I looked up and noticed more cameras in the ceiling. Al must have every square inch of this place covered. Al placed the plug in the tub's drain and ordered Inga to get inside and kneel. She still didn't know what was about to happen. Inga had trouble lifting her leg high enough to get in the tub but on her second effort she managed to climb in and drop to her knees. She had a slightly vacant look on her face. She was following commands and complying without argument or complaint but she seemed to have gone somewhere else in her mind. She was about to be brought back to the present I suspect. There was only room for four men at a time to stand at the tub. The nearest four men stood beside the tub and pulled their soft cocks out but Inga hardly seemed to notice. Not until the first stream of hot piss hit her right in the chest. The men not pissing on her were crowded around trying to take pictures. They got some great shots when that first stream of piss hit her. She screamed and looked up with a look on her face that was hard to interpret. It was somewhere between horror and dismay. But even this didn't cause her to rebel. She stayed on her knees with her hands at her sides while all four men directed streams of piss all over her head and her body. When the second group of men stepped forward one of them ordered her to lie on her back and hold her pussy open with her fingers. She was crying loudly now but she reached between her legs and spread her vaginal lips open and held them there while four more streams of nasty piss covered her body from the hair on her head to her thighs. They aimed primarily for her face and her tits and her pussy but the cum that had oozed out of her pussy and was coating her thighs was also getting washed away. The second group finally finished and the four remaining men stepped up to the side of the tub. One of them looked down at her, lying in piss a couple of inches deep now and said, "Open your mouth you stupid cunt. Your breath stinks. I have some mouthwash for you." She was lying there, still holding her pussy open. She was sobbing more quietly now. She slowly opened her mouth and two of the last four men directed their entire streams into her mouth. She didn't swallow it. I watched it swirl around her mouth and overflow and stream down her cheeks and over her chin. She was ordered to hold the last of it in her mouth when they finished and the men all came back up to the tub a few at a time and took pictures of her lying there in the piss from a dozen men. When everyone had gotten all of the pictures that they wanted Al escorted them out. He led them out to the lobby, unlocked the door and after they left he locked up again. I had been watching Inga. She hadn't moved except to finally spit out the last of the piss from her mouth. Well, she had moved actually. I noticed that she was no long holding her pussy open. She was rubbing it now. She had her eyes closed to keep the piss from getting into them and I suspect that she thought that she was alone in the room. I don't think that she realized that I had stayed in the room and was watching her quietly to judge her reaction. When the last of the customers had filed from the room and it was quiet she had turned her head and spit out the mouthful of piss and then her hands had released her swollen pussy lips. Now her fingers were rubbing her clit and squeezing it gently and her breathing had begun to get more labored. Al finally came back into the room and I held my finger to my lips to indicate he should be quiet as he entered. He approached the tub and looked down at her and he almost laughed out loud when he realized that she was lying there covered in piss and masturbating. He watched for a minute and then he pulled his cock out and let go another stream of hot piss right in her face. As soon as she felt it hit her face Inga opened her mouth again and her ass came up out of the piss in the bottom of the tub as her body went stiff and she had a huge orgasm. I couldn't wait to see the expression on her face when I made her watch this on DVD later. Al put his cock away and pulled the plug on the tub. He put a clean towel on a towel rack and ordered Inga to get up and take a shower. We went out front and waited and I looked through some of the DVDs he had on sale. He had some interesting stuff but most of the girls were prostitutes and that kind of took the fun out of it for me. He showed me a few of his "special interest" DVD's that he didn't put on display though and I bought a couple of those. I asked him which category Inga's movie would be in and he informed me that tonight's epic would be available to the general public. It would be on sale here in the club, at several local adult bookstores and on a couple of internet sites. Tomorrow's "special interest" movie would only be available to a special client list and a special interest web site to approved customers who were members of the site. Inga finally came out. She was still naked. She couldn't find her clothes. She still looked kind of dazed. Al went out and came back with her skirt and blouse. Her underwear was missing. She struggled into her clothes and I said goodnight to Al and he escorted us to the back door. I held the car door for Inga. She was still walking funny. I helped her into the car and drove home. When we got inside I made her a drink and brought her some Tylenol. She had not said a word all the way home. She just stared out through her window and groaned when the car hit an occasional bump. When we got inside she walked stiffly to the couch. Before she sat down she felt the back of her skirt and asked, "Have you got a towel or something that I can sit on? I think my poor pussy is still dripping cum." I got her a towel from the downstairs bathroom and she sat down carefully. Her body had really taken a beating today. I guess it's a good thing that the last thing we had planned for her had been postponed. I brought her the drink and the pills and she gulped them down. I sat near her in my chair and sipped my drink. It was late but we needed to unwind before we went to bed. She had been staring blankly at the wall for a long time but finally she turned to look at me and said, "Fuck me! This has been a long damned day!" I had to agree with that. For the most part I had only watched and I was exhausted. We finished our drinks and I helped Inga up the stairs and into bed. We both fell asleep immediately. The next morning we took a shower together and I dressed her in a t-shirt dress and took her out to breakfast. In case you are wondering I'm actually a very good cook. Unfortunately I am also lazy. I much prefer to have someone else cook my meals and clean up the kitchen. When my wife is home I do the cooking and she cleans up the kitchen. She can't even boil water without burning it. Friends have tried to convince me that she is just trying to get over on me. Trust me. I've eaten her cooking and her mother's cooking. Neither one could cook. After breakfast we went to a big adult bookstore near the interstate. I figured it was too early for the locals. But I had noticed a lot of big rigs at this place at all hours of the day and night. I wasn't disappointed. When I pulled up in front of the place there were a dozen eighteen wheelers parked in the back lot. When I was in Germany they didn't have places like this. That was a long time ago but since Europeans are so much more mature about matters of sexuality I assumed they still didn't have places like this and that Inga wouldn't know what it was. I escorted her inside and when she stepped in the door and saw what was on display all around her she came to a sudden stop. She looked around and then she looked at me questioningly. I just smiled and started looking around. I hadn't been in one of these places in a long time either. This was a far cry from the place I used to go to rent XXX movies when VCRs first went on the market. There was row after row of the most obscene magazines and movies. I looked at a few of the movies. The women seemed to be much more attractive now but the movies sounded boring as hell. There was a large selection of toys. There were some things for men but they seemed pretty silly. Most of the things on display were toys for women. There was also a small selection of slutty women's clothing. Mostly short shorts, miniskirts and t-shirts and crop tops with nasty things written on them. There was a selection of silly costumes like a French maid costume, that sort of thing. As we moved through the store I noticed that we had attracted the attention of the male customers. That would be everyone in the store. There were ten or twelve guys following us around. They were keeping their distance but they were staying close enough to keep an eye on Inga. I looked through the t-shirts and crop tops and picked out a few with nasty slogans written on them. I called out to the old guy behind the counter and asked if it would be alright if Inga tried a couple of these on. It wasn't until he answered that I recognized his voice and knew who the clerk was. He had been on some of our rides with us. I didn't know him that well but we knew each other. He responded that he would like to help me out but that he didn't have changing rooms. Not many of his customers were women. I smiled and said, "That's no problem." Then I ordered Inga to hand me her dress. She must have known that it was coming. She didn't even hesitate. She reached down and pulled her little jersey dress up and over her head and handed it to me. I had to guess at her size. She looked like a small to me. I handed her a t-shirt and while she was putting it on the men that had been standing nearby all gathered closer for a better look. The t-shirt fit her perfectly. In big black letters it said, "It's Magically Delicious!!" and had a finger pointing down towards her pussy. There was laughter from the audience. I told her to take it off and handed her another one. She slipped it on and then looked down to see what it said. In large letters across her tits it said, "Sex with strangers is better!" I moved over to the display of crop tops and started looking at them. The first one I picked out said, "I got gangbanged…I loved it!" Inga looked down and saw what it said and looked up at me and said, "I didn't like it that much!" I found another that said, "OWNED!!" and one more that said, "I Swallow!" She tried them both on and I took them up to the counter. I had the new tops in one hand and her little t-shirt dress in the other. I placed her tops on the counter and while Jake was ringing them up I asked about the movies in the back. He told me that there was a small theater that was showing a movie. It was also showing on the TV over his head. I looked up and knew right away that I wasn't interested. He said that they also had a couple dozen booths in the back but that I would need to buy a minimum of five dollars worth of tokens if I wanted to go back there. I opted for the peep shows and I paid for the tops and got the tokens. I left the clothes, including Inga's dress on the counter and told him that I'd pick them up on the way out. Then I grabbed the tokens and Inga followed me through the store to the door in back that led to the peep shows. Jake buzzed me in and we came to a stop just inside and let our eyes adjust to the darkness. There was a long hallway with doors every five or six feet that led into small rooms that were about four feet deep by three feet wide. In the back of each booth was a small TV and in the middle of each one there was a single, straight back chair. I had heard about these places but had never been in one before. I started down the aisle and looked in a couple of booths to see if they were all the same. They seemed to be. I saw movement and realized for the first time that there were several men standing farther down the hallway watching us. I hadn't even seen them when I came in. Just then the door behind me opened and the men that had been out front started coming in. With the additional light that shone in when the door opened I saw that there were a half a dozen men standing around. I knew what went on in places like this but I wasn't sure how it worked exactly. I had heard that horny men came here and went into these booths and other men gave them blowjobs. I wasn't sure how it was determined who was going to do what to whom. In our case, however, I didn't think that would be a problem. I went into the next booth that I came to and pulled Inga in after me and shut the door. There was a faint light coming from the small TV but it wasn't much. I felt around and found the slot for the tokens and fed a dozen of them into the slot. I sat in the chair and pulled Inga into my lap and watched as the screen came to life and I saw a room full of black men lined up to have sex with a skuzzy looking blonde that must have been in her forties and was really in need of an exercise program. Inga and I were both kind of grossed out by the movie. But just as I was about to see if I could change the channel I saw a light come on by my knee. I looked down and saw movement and then there was an eye at a large hole staring at Inga. I told her to get on her knees by the hole and she slid out of my lap and dropped to her knees. As soon as her knees hit the floor she squeaked in revulsion and I asked her what was wrong. She sounded like she was going to be sick when she replied, "Oh god! The floor is sticky! It's covered with cold cum!" I chuckled and said, "Well, it's too late to worry about that now." She shuddered and turned back towards the hole in the wall. The eye was still there. Inga turned back to me and asked, "What am I supposed to do now?" Shit, I didn't know! I said, "I don't know, wait and see what he does." The music and the fake moans and groans from all the movies playing around the room were so loud that I don't know if the guy could hear us. He glanced at me and then back at Inga and finally he got his nerve up and reached in through the hole. Inga knew what was expected of her and she took the man's hand and guided it to her tits. Then she dropped her hands and let him play with them for a while. I saw her jump after a few minutes and then look behind her. I hadn't even noticed that another hand was coming through a hole in the wall behind her and some guy had his hand on her ass. I watched for a few minutes and just as I was getting bored with this the man that was playing with Inga's tits pulled his arm back through the hole. There was a short delay and then the head of his cock was placed just at the hole. I guess he was afraid to stick it in. I told Inga to lean down and kiss it and she leaned her face into the hole and licked the head of the man's cock. As soon as she did that the rest of his cock came through the hole and she started practicing her newly learned deep throat skills again. The hand that had been on her ass now reached between her legs and the man began to finger fuck her drooling pussy. I was surprised at how wet she had become. I could hear the guy's fingers sloshing around inside of her. I also heard Inga moaning around the cock in her mouth and throat and it wasn't long before I saw her gulping down his cum. As soon as he pulled his cock out of the hole Inga wheeled around without being told and brought the fingers of the hand that had been pleasuring her to her mouth and sucked them clean. When she was done cleaning him she let his hand go and he pulled it back through the hole and his cock came through the hole in its place. Inga immediately wrapped her lips around his cock and gave him the blowjob of his life. He didn't last much longer than the first man. She swallowed his load before very long and for the next hour or so she was kept busy sucking a steady line of men through the two holes. When I finally let her stop she was worn out. Her jaw was sore and her throat was getting sore and for a few minutes she could hardly talk. I hadn't counted the men she had serviced but I imagine there were about a dozen of them. It was pretty interesting at first but I started getting bored after a while. I hated to disappoint the other guys but I had all the peepshow action that I needed to last for the rest of my life. I felt sorry for those guys but shit, if I was that horny I think I'd rather beat my meat than stick my dick through a hole in the wall. I pulled Inga up and we went out into the hallway. There were a half a dozen disappointed men out there but I wanted out of here. I asked one of the guys if there was a ladies room around and he said, "That's the only bathroom I know about." He was pointing to a dimly lit room at the far end of the hall. I pulled Inga down past the men, all of whom took the opportunity to get a quick feel of her tits or her pussy or ass as she went by them. I led her to the restroom and told her to clean up a little. She allowed a little cum to escape from her mouth a few times and it was clotting on her throat and her tits. But the biggest mess was her lower legs where she had been kneeling and spinning around in pools of old, cold, congealing puddles of cum on the floor of the booth. She used damp paper towels to clean herself while a dozen men crowded the door to watch. She dried off with more paper towels and I led her back up the hallway. I stopped half way up and asked if anyone wanted the tokens I had left. I had only used about ten of them. I gave the rest away and went to the counter and let Inga put her dress on. When she was ready I picked up the bag with her new tops in it and handed it to her and we left. It was still early but she was going to need her strength for this evening so I drove us home so that she could get some rest. As we were heading back through town she was looking out the window. I couldn't see her face so I wasn't sure how she was reacting to what had just happened. We were half way home before she turned to me and said, "That was the most amazing thing! All those cocks with no man attached! What kind of place was that?!" I told her what little I knew about those places. She was quiet for a while and then she said, "I wish we had those where I live." I hadn't expected that reaction! This girl is a lot stronger than I thought. I suspected though that what she was going to face this evening was going to take some of the starch out of her. When we got back to the house I sent her upstairs to take a shower. I got a cold beer out and went in to watch CNN for a while just to see if our idiot President had destroyed a little more of what little remained of our Constitution in the last couple of days. I had just about finished my beer when Inga came back downstairs and came into the living room. She was still naked and it looked damned good on her. I had gotten pretty turned on watching her parade around naked and suck all those cocks a little while ago. Now that she was cleaned up I was ready to enjoy a little of that pussy. I asked her if she wanted a drink. She looked at me and she knew what I wanted. She smiled and said, "Maybe later. I think you must have something else in mind right now." Sometimes she was just a little too willing. She was harder to wear out than I expected. I got up and took her back up to the bedroom. She helped me undress and this time I didn't bother to tie her up or blindfold her. I got in bed beside her and we kissed and touched for a few minutes. When my fingers made their way down to her hot cunt I was surprised at how wet she was. Then it occurred to me that she had provided a lot of men with orgasms this morning, but she had done it with her mouth. She had gotten off a few times from the fingers in her pussy but she was as primed to fuck as I was. I moved over on top of her and teased her slit with my hard cock for a few moments. She smiled up at me and said, "God! You are such a fucking tease! If you were a girl you would be called a cock teaser. You're just as bad. Would you please put that thing in me?!" I chuckled and said, "Well, I guess I have to fuck you now. I don't want to be known as a cunt tease." I stopped sliding the head of my cock up and down her moist slit and she reached down and lined it up with the entrance to her hot little hole. When she had it in place I slowly started pushing it in, enjoying the heat as her body enveloped my hard cock. I continued to slide my cock into her very slowly until our pubic bones were touching and I had no more to give. I stayed like that for a moment. Those first few seconds after entering a woman's body are to be savored. That moist heat wrapping itself around the most sensitive part of your body cannot adequately be described. It was nearly as incredibly as that final moment when you achieve orgasm. I started fucking her slowly at first and grinding my pubic bone against her at the bottom of every long, slow stroke. This time she had the use of her arms and legs and she wrapped them around me quickly. She was a very active participant. She lifted her cunt up to meet every stroke and she lifted her head to kiss and lick me as we fucked. I didn't start picking up the pace until after she had her first orgasm. I watched her face as she cried out and her eyes closed. Her whole body wrapped itself around me for several long seconds. As her orgasm passed she relaxed slightly and her eyes opened. She smiled up at me. God she is so beautiful! I felt her hard nipples rubbing against my chest and her cunt clasping my cock and I started fucking her harder until at the end it was a violent rape. She grunted with every savage stroke but her arms were still around me and her nails were digging into my back and she was just about to cum again when I felt my orgasm approaching and I began to fuck her even harder. When she felt my cock throbbing in her tight pussy she knew I was shooting her full of my hot cum and she came again. We kissed for a few minutes after we came. I stayed over her, resting my weight on my arms as our sweaty bodies stayed connected at the groin. I finally rolled off of her and lay on my back beside her. She turned onto her side and rested her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her and she ran her hand over my body. Neither of us spoke for a moment. We both felt comfortable together after such a short time together. She stretched up and kissed my cheek and said, "It is going to be very hard for me to go home when our time together is up." I squeezed her and responded, "First of all, I may not let you leave. I may decide to keep you. Second, you are going to do things in the next twelve days that may change your mind. I'm still taking it easy on you." She rested her head back on my shoulder and said, "It isn't that easy. It is what I have fantasized about and I am enjoying it. But it isn't easy." She reached down and played with my soft cock. Then she said, "I have to go to the bathroom." She started to get up and go into the bathroom and I decided that this would be a good time to try something else that I had been thinking about. I followed her in to the bathroom and stopped her when she headed for the toilet. I took her arm and led her to the walk-in shower and used a handful of her hair to guide her lips to my still very nasty cock. She opened her mouth without a second thought and sucked on it until it started to get hard. When my cock was about half hard I pulled her up and turned her around and leaned her over. She rested her hands on the side of the shower and I spread her legs out and began to work my half hard cock into her dripping pussy. Once I had it inside of her I said, "Okay Inga, you had to piss, piss now." I felt her muscles straining to obey. It took a long time but finally she started to piss. It wasn't much of a stream at first but once she started it picked up quickly. Some of it ran down the underside of my cock and dripped down my balls and ran down my legs. I could feel the heat of it on my skin. Most of it just sprayed out in a thick stream and splashed onto the floor of the shower at our feet. Just before she finished I took my turn. I had been holding it in and when she started to piss it made me have to go even more. So I had no trouble unleashing a strong stream right up inside of her pussy. She screamed when she felt it start to spray inside of her. She started to pull away but I grabbed her hips and held her in place. I couldn't feel it filling her warm cavity, but I felt it squirting out around my cock and running down our legs. I continued until the last drop of piss had entered her body. Then I felt her hot cunt milking my cock as if to try to get more liquid from it. I started getting hard quickly and I took my hands away from her hips and grabbed her tits and held them, squeezing and pinching as I began to fuck her violently from the back. My stomach slapped into her ass loudly on every stroke and she grunted as if I was hitting her. This fuck was even more violent than the one we had just enjoyed in my bed. We had both gotten so turned on by how nasty this was that we came very quickly. This young woman was turning my sexual clock back years. I had fucked and been sucked off more since picking her up at the airport on Saturday then I had in the last three months before she arrived. I pulled my cock out of her and turned the shower on. We washed each other thoroughly and after we dried off we went downstairs in the nude and had a cold beer. We sat at the table and talked about what had happened to her and how much like her fantasies it was. I was still curious about how she felt after experiencing some of the nasty things she had talked about in our internet conversations. She said, "It is hard to explain. Some things I enjoy when they are happening. Others, the nastier things, I don't enjoy them when I am doing them. But I am turned on by the anticipation and the fear. After I have done those things and I think about what I did I get excited. Does that make sense?" I nodded. I knew what she meant. Most of the fun of sex is in your mind. Sometimes the things you do are just to feed the fantasies. Her fantasies were going to get a big meal tonight. We took it easy until it was time to get ready. I took her upstairs and dressed her in only a tiny wraparound miniskirt and a crop top that said, "Your wish is my command" across her tits. I dressed in jeans and a t- shirt and we went downstairs. I made her a stiff drink and made her gulp it down and I gave her some Tylenol to take before we left. She got nervous when she saw that I was preparing her for another rough night. I led her out to the garage but before I put her in the car I put the blindfold over her eyes and a leather strap around her waist that had two leather wrist cuffs attached to it. I fastened the cuffs around her wrists and she was helpless. I helped her into the car and then I went around and got in on the driver's side. Before I started the car I reached over and pulled her top up, exposing her beautiful tits. I opened the garage door and headed back to the club where she had been photographed and gangbanged last night. I parked in front this time and after pulling her crop top back into place I led Inga to the door. It was locked and there was a big closed sign on the door. I had to knock and wait for Al to come and open it for us. He smiled when he saw Inga and he stepped back and let us in. He locked the door after us and never said a word. Inga still didn't know where she was. Al motioned for me to follow him and he led the way down the hallway to a different room this time. As we neared the room I could hear a low murmur of muted conversation coming from within. When we entered the conversation came to a sudden stop. I looked around the room. There were six rows of theater seats against the wall on our left and the back wall. They took up a large part of the room. The seats were full and I was surprised at the appearance of the people I saw. They were all well dressed and appeared to be well-to-do and sophisticated. I was also surprised at how many people were here. It looked like at least a hundred people and even more surprising to me was that there were a large number of women in the group. I hadn't expected that. Aside from the seating the room was empty but for a strange looking bench in the middle of the remaining empty floor space. It was padded and looked very substantial. There were several pivot points and it appeared to be almost infinitely adjustable. A couple of normal looking people came in after us and Al pointed me towards a seat up front that had been reserved for me. I took my seat and watched as the couple that had come in took Inga to a far corner of the room and began whispering to her. The conversation in the room never started back up. Everyone was quiet now that we were here and their attention was focused on Inga and the man and woman that had her in the corner whispering to her. I saw Inga nod a few times but I didn't see her speak. I couldn't hear what they were saying to her. She looked very nervous though. That's hard to do with a blindfold on. The couple spoke with Inga for several minutes before they pulled her back to the center of the room and stood her in front of the bench. The man removed her cuffs and the belt around her waist and as Inga's arms hung limp in front of her the woman lifted the crop top and carefully pulled it over her head without disturbing the blindfold. She pulled it off of Inga's arms and tossed it into the far corner. There was a brief stir in the audience when Inga's tits were exposed and again when the woman untied the belt around her waist and pulled her skirt off and tossed it into the corner with her top. The couple guided Inga around until she stood with her back to the bench and held her firmly as they laid her down on her back. They worked quickly to secure her to the bench. A strap went across her abdomen and her wrists and ankles were secured very quickly. Her ponytail was woven together with a short length of rope and secured under the bench. She was unable to move anything now but her fingers and toes. The man placed a ring gag in her mouth and fastened it in place. It was at this point that they removed the blindfold. For the first time Inga saw the size of the audience. I doubt if she knew where she was though. Not that it would have mattered. The man adjusted the bench while the woman ran her hands over Inga's body. She played with Inga's tits and teased her clit before she started dipping her fingers into Inga's pussy. When her fingers started coming out wet with moisture from Inga's increasing arousal the woman began to spread this moisture over her body. She coated Inga's pussy mound with the juices and then she began to coat her tits. When she was done there she spread the juices liberally over Inga's face. The male half of the couple who were running the show now just stood back and watched until his female partner had coated Inga in her own juices to their satisfaction. Then he left the room. He returned a minute later leading a large, black, Great Dane. There was flurry of whispered conversation as the dog came in but then everyone was quiet again. I looked up at the dog when it came in but mostly I just stared at Inga. I saw her straining to look at the audience. I assumed that she was looking for me. Our eyes never met though. I don't think that she could turn her head enough to see me. The dog started getting excited as soon as he saw, and I suppose smelled, Inga. He immediately started straining at his leash and the man who was leading him let him go. The dog rushed over to Inga and I got the impression that he had done this many times before. He headed right for her pussy and started lapping vigorously. As soon as his tongue began licking her juices from her cunt Inga started groaning. We had discussed the possibility of her having sex with animals. She had thought about it but wasn't all that keen on the idea. She had certainly not imagined doing it with such a large audience. This whole situation had kind of evolved gradually when I first started talking to Al about her. I had originally just planned to set her up for the photo session and gangbang that followed. But then we started talking about the DVDs he made and sold and that's how I found out that he sometimes put on these shows for a group of wealthy perverts. Not only did he make a large amount of money putting the show on. But the DVDs were big sellers on the internet. So, I let him talk me into the show. I saw the dog's cock start to emerge from the hairy sheath of skin that normally covered it. It didn't come out very far though and I was surprised. I expected it to be much larger. Once his cock started to grow he moved up over Inga's body until he reached her tits. He smelled her juices there and paused to lick her tits and as he did that his hindquarters were beginning to hunch as if he were already inside of her. He didn't stay there long though. He moved up over her and as he reached her face his cock came into contact with her crotch. He started stabbing at her blindly while his tongue began to cover her face, cleaning off more of her juices. She was unable to move her head or close her mouth and his tongue seemed to fill her mouth over and over while his cock was stabbing at her, trying to find her opening. I noticed that his cock had begun to grow again and there was a stream of liquid coming from him. I assume it was lubricant but there was an awful lot of it. As soon as the dog's cock entered her he began to fuck her violently. His hips were moving so fast it was hard to follow. Inga was grunting as he fucked her. It looked as though it must be quite painful. I tried to keep my eyes on the dog's fast moving cock to see what she was dealing with. It had been pink at first, but it was becoming dark red and it was growing huge. It was more than twice as fat as any cock I had ever seen and it must have been at least ten inches long. I saw the knot growing at the base of it. I knew that dog's inserted that knot into the bitch when they mated but I didn't think there was any way that was going into Inga. I was wrong. I saw Inga tense up and heard her scream into the dog's mouth as he took one last violent stroke and buried that knot in her pussy. As soon as it was inside of her he stopped moving. I saw the dog shivering as he stood over her. I assumed that he was cumming inside of her now. He was no longer actively licking her face but his tongue lolled out of his mouth and dripped a large amount of saliva all over her face, including into her mouth. The crowd around me was mostly quiet. There was an occasional whisper but no one spoke out loud. I saw a lot of people with their hands in other people's laps though. The Great Dane stayed tied with Inga for a very long time. I hadn't thought to time it but I would estimate that they stayed like that for close to twenty minutes before he started trying to pull his cock free. He started trying to back away but apparently his knot was still firmly wedged inside of Inga. She screamed in pain and the dog stopped pulling for a few minutes. He tried twice more and finally he stepped over her and stood with his hindquarters pressed against her crotch and his large cock still buried inside of her. They stayed like that for several more minutes. He tried to pull free every couple of minutes and each time he tried Inga cried out. But finally he pulled free. He turned around and sniffed at her pussy, gave it a quick lick and then trotted off. Inga went limp on the bench. I think she assumed that her ordeal was over. The man who had brought the dog out grabbed his leash and led him out of the room. He was gone for a couple of minutes before he returned with another Great Dane. This one seemed to be a little smaller. He was black and white and he must have known that something was going on in here because his cock was already starting to emerge from the sheath that contained it. I heard Inga groan as the dog came prancing into the room. She expected to be fucked again by another large dog. She was in for another surprise. The handler didn't let the dog go this time. He let the dog get between her legs and it saw her pussy and smelled the smell of sex and started getting all excited and pulling at the leash. But this time the man held on and when he thought the dog was excited enough he pulled him out from between Inga's legs and let him around to her head. The female half of the team adjusted the headrest on the bench and lowered Inga's head. Then she helped the man turn the dog around so that its ass was right in Inga's face. I didn't know what the hell they were doing now. I watched as the woman reached under the dog and began to stroke its rapidly growing cock. As soon as his cock was hard she reached between his hind legs and pulled his cock out so that it was pointed right at Inga's mouth. His cock was already beginning to leak that steady stream of what I assumed was lubricant. Inga looked frantic as the woman guided the dog's cock to her mouth and through the ring that held her mouth wide open. The dog settled down when he felt his cock plunging into Inga's mouth and I watched it grow rapidly. I couldn't tell how long it was but it looked as fat as the first one had been and if it wasn't as long then it didn't miss by much. I saw Inga choking on the cock and the liquid streaming out of it and down her throat. I watched the woman who was still holding the dog's cock at the base and keeping it in Inga's mouth kneel down and whisper something to Inga. Inga seemed to struggle a little longer but then she relaxed and that big dog cock slid right down her throat! Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement in the audience and I looked around discreetly. I saw that quite a few of the women had turned their heads away. Not the men though. They were watching eagerly. After a few minutes the women began to turn back and watch with something between revulsion and fascination, but they watched. It didn't last as long this time. The dog's knot was under the control of the female handler who never let it out of her hand. She held onto him until he was finished and pulled away. The male half of the dog handling team led the dog away. Inga choked and gagged a little but managed to keep down the large deposit the dog had just made in her stomach. I heard Inga mumble something unintelligible and the woman just grinned and ignored her. She waited for Inga's breathing to return to normal and then she moved around between Inga's legs and reached down and picked up a container that was attached to the bench between her legs. The woman looked up at the audience and smiled and then carried the cup around to show the audience that it had collected the first dog's cum as it drained out of Inga's pussy. I was surprised at the amount. There must have been at least half a cup of liquid in that cup. She went back to Inga and adjusted the headrest on the bench again. When Inga's head was once more horizontal she picked the cup up off the floor and began to slowly pour it into her mouth. Inga refused to swallow at first but I heard the woman when she said, "If you don't swallow on your own I am going to have to pinch your nose closed until you do. You might as well do as you're told slave." She waited until Inga swallowed her mouthful and poured the rest in slowly until Inga had swallowed it all. She had to stop now and then while Inga gagged and choked. But eventually she swallowed it all. This time I was the one that was surprised to find that the show wasn't over. I suppose these people had paid a lot of money for this spectacle. They were going to want to get their money's worth of perversion. But what happened next surprised even me. Al hadn't mentioned this part of the show. The trainer came back into the room leading another animal. A pony! It was one of those miniature ponies, only slightly taller but much wider than the two Great Danes that had just enjoyed Inga's company. It looked like it might be hard to control once it got carried away. I looked at Al who was standing in the corner by the door. He gave me a look that said everything was going to be okay. I hoped so because there was no way I could take on all these guys if I wanted to stop the show and they wanted it to go on. The male trainer led the pony over to Inga and I saw the look of fear in her eyes. I didn't blame her. The pony began to sniff and lick Inga's body and the smell of sex was having an effect. I saw his already large cock begin to grow. It was nothing like you might expect from a full sized horse but it was a good fourteen inches long and even fatter than the dog cocks had been. While the pony was licking Inga's abused body the female trainer began working on the foot of the bench. She was pulling some kind of device out of the end and connecting it just beyond Inga's knees. As I watched I realized that it would act as a restraint so that the pony couldn't apply too much force when he was fucking her. His legs would be held back by the device so that he couldn't put his entire weight behind his fuck strokes. When the woman was done she went over and pushed the pony's hindquarters around so that the animal's cock was hanging right in Inga's face. The male trainer held the pony in place with the bridle while the female trainer bent down and guided its cock to Inga's mouth which was still being held open by the ring in her teeth. The woman rubbed the tip of the pony's cock all over Inga's face before she guided the tip of the cock to the ring and allowed several inches of it to enter Inga's mouth. The pony stiffened up and shivered as his cock entered her mouth. But he was being restrained by both trainers and the woman only allowed so much of the cock into Inga's mouth. I noticed that the cock was growing stiff now, though it didn't seem to be growing any longer. The female was massaging it as Inga was forced to deal with the three or four inches in her mouth. When the trainer was satisfied that the pony's cock was hard enough they quickly repositioned him over Inga. Inga was making incomprehensible noises, but she was totally incapable of movement and could only lie there on her back and wait for the inevitable. The couple led the pony right up over Inga and the woman guided his large cock into her pussy. The animal whinnied when his cock was swallowed up by Inga's hot, wet cunt. The woman stepped away but the man stayed in place and held onto the pony's halter. As soon as his cock was buried in her pussy the pony began to fuck her hard. I think the only reason that it didn't kill Inga was the device attached to the foot of the bench she was attached to. It prevented the pony from getting closer and forcing the entire length of his cock inside of her. The pony's forceful thrusts were scary to watch though. Inga looked so fragile underneath its body and even though the pony was making a lot of noise and Inga was gagged her fearful groans and her grunts of pain could still be clearly heard. I glanced around the room again and none of the women were turning away now. They were staring in astonishment. I turned back to Inga and watched that beast rape her for a very long time. It was scary. But it got even scarier at the end. The violence of those final thrusts before he filled her with his cum were impossible to describe. If not for that restraint restricting the animal's motion this would have surely killed her. The animal finally came to a stop and after a pause the trainer backed him out from between Inga's legs. They still weren't done though. The male trainer held him to the side while the female trainer whispered something in Inga's ear. I saw Inga nod her head almost imperceptibly. She didn't have much freedom of motion. Whatever the woman had asked her though it was obvious that she had given her assent. The female trainer smiled and removed the ring that had been holding Inga's jaws open for so long. Then she stepped back and as Inga worked her jaw around to make sure that she still had the use of it the trainers led the pony back over her face and Inga took his soft, slimy, but still very long cock into her mouth and sucked it enthusiastically, as if sucking the cock of her lover. We all watched as she sucked the end of the animal's cock clean and then, when the trainer finally freed her head she licked the rest of the cock clean. While Inga was licking the pony's cock the female trainer once more removed the cup from the bench between Inga's legs. She once more circled the room showing everyone that the cup contained what appeared to be nearly a cup of the animal's cum. This time I thought that I was going to be sick. But I couldn't bring myself to turn away when the trainer returned to Inga. The man pulled the pony away and the woman held the cup to her lips. She tipped it up slowly and we all watched as Inga slowly drank it down. When she had finished her drink the trainers left the room and Al stepped forward and announced that the show was over. He thanked everyone for coming and told them that they would be notified when the DVD's were ready for pickup. The crowd finally started leaving slowly. There were a few hushed conversations but for such a large crowd they were remarkably quiet. Most of them stopped to take a closer look at Inga before leaving. No one touched her, but most of them stopped to look at her beautiful body and her face which despite the horror she had just experienced was still obviously that of a beautiful woman. I noticed that the women often looked to see what her pussy looked like after what she had been through, but they more often looked into her eyes. I think that they were trying to imagine why a beautiful woman like Inga would do such a thing. When everyone else had left I went over and finished removing her restraints. I helped her to sit up and she groaned in pain as I moved her. Al came over and said, "She'll be sore for a couple of days. But don't worry, she's okay. This isn't the first time we have done this. Before you leave I have a cream to give you. Put it on her pussy every couple of hours and she'll be good as new in two days. I promise." I was feeling kind of guilty. I hadn't known that it was going to be this bad. I was also feeling a little guilty because I realized that if Al had told me what was going to happen I probably would have let him do it, once he assured me there would be no lasting damage. I went over and picked up Inga's clothing and dressed her carefully. I asked Al for a towel. Her pussy was still leaking. He left and came back with the DVD from last night, a towel and an unmarked tin containing some kind of ointment. I looked at him questioningly and he just shrugged and said, "I don't know. The people with the horse gave it to me. They swear by it though." I ended up having to carry Inga out to the car. I put the towel on the seat and then I strapped her in. I drove home and carried her right up to the bedroom. She never said a word. In fact, she hadn't spoken since we left the house at a little after seven. It was now almost midnight. The show must have lasted more than three hours. That's a long time to be raped by animals. I stood her up at the sink and put toothpaste on her toothbrush and handed it to her. While she brushed her teeth I started the hot water in the shower running. When she finished brushing her teeth and rinsing her mouth out I put her down in the shower and let her sit on the bench while I soaped her up and rinsed her off. She seemed to have finally stopped leaking animal cum but just to be safe I put a clean towel under her before I put her in bed. Once she was comfortable I spread the ointment around and in her pussy. I was shocked to see that except for being red and a little swollen it looked just like it did when she got off the plane on Saturday morning! It wasn't stretched out or hanging down or even noticeably loose. Whatever that stuff was it worked fast. As soon as I spread it around her pussy she sighed with relief. I wiped my hands and said, "I'm going down and get you a drink and some pain pills. Do you want anything else?" She shook her head slightly. I went down and poured us both strong drinks and took them upstairs, along with a bottle of Tylenol. I handed her the drink and started to get her some pills out but she reached out her hand and stopped me. She shook her head and sipped at her drink. I was sitting beside her and it was bothering me that she still hadn't spoken. I finally said, "I'm sorry Inga. I didn't know about the pony. To be honest, if I had known I might have let them do it. But I didn't know. Are you alright?" She grinned wryly and finally spoke. "Yes. I'm okay. Wanna fuck?" I kissed her forehead and said, "Quit fucking around. Are you alright?" She nodded and said, "That cream really works." She saw the concern in my face and she smiled and said, "It was a dream come true Dave. This is the kind of stuff we talked about when we chatted on the internet. I didn't come all the way to visit you just so that we could make love. But please, no more ponies." I held her hand and said, "You told me to ignore you if you asked to be spared." She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment and then she said, "You now, it was scary as hell. But it really wasn't that bad. His cock was big but he couldn't get it all in me and after a few minutes it was bearable. The worst part was when that fucking bitch made me drink that crap out of that damned cup! God that was gross!" I chuckled and said, "Yeah, I thought I was going to throw up." She laughed but the movement hurt her stomach. She clutched her stomach and groaned. Then she said, "I hate to admit it, but as nasty as it was dog and horse cum doesn't taste as bad as a man's cum. There was just so damned much of it. I don't mean I liked the taste. It was nasty. But it was mild compared to the men I have tasted. If you tell me to do it again I will. But I would really appreciate it if there were no more ponies in my life." Damn! Isn't she something! I asked her if she wanted another drink and she answered, "I would really like a glass of water please." I went down and got her a glass of ice water and then I got in bed beside her. She took a couple of sips she put the glass down and I leaned over and kissed her. She said, "I can't believe you'd kiss me after what you saw tonight." I smiled and asked, "Why, did you keep some of that horse cock in there for later?" She smiled and said, "Ass hole! You know damn well that most men wouldn't kiss a woman after they watched her do what I did tonight." I laughed lightly and said, "Maybe, but we have already established that I'm as big a pervert as you are. What the hell, you brushed your teeth." I would have held her in my arms while she went to sleep but I was afraid to move her. She was still in a lot of pain. If her stomach wasn't feeling better in the morning I might need to take her to the doctor. I don't know how we would explain what happened to her though. Fortunately she felt much better in the morning. I gave her the day off to recuperate and in the afternoon I dressed her up in not much of anything and we went out for an early supper. She felt better after walking around a little and being taken out in a sexy little skirt and a crop top took her mind off of her aches and pains and returned it to the purpose of her visit. I stopped at the camera club on the way home from supper and picked up two copies of the DVD. Then I drove home and we got comfortable on the couch. I undressed and I ordered Inga to strip and once she was stretched out with her head in my lap I started the first DVD. It got off to a slow start. Al had included the first fifteen minutes or so in the front lobby that was mainly just Inga answering embarrassing questions and allowing some of the men to grope her through her clothing. Things got more interesting when we got to the next scene. As we watched what had happened to her that evening she took my cock into her mouth without being asked and held it between her lips. She teased me with her tongue but her attention was focused on the television and watching how she had been used and abused by all of those men. I cupped her tit in my hand and held it gently while we watched. Inga had an obvious conflict when faced with the reality of all of those men now having pictures of her in the nude. She was both embarrassed and excited that all of those men of every description were lusting after her and that the event was captured on film made it even more exciting. The fact that she had no control over the distribution of those photos made it even more exciting still. When the DVD reached the scene where the men had put their cameras down and joined her on the bed after paying Al to have sex with her she started playing with her pussy and sucking on my cock with much more enthusiasm. I had to stop her several times. I wasn't ready to cum yet. I wanted to wait until the final scene. When all of the men had had their turn fucking Inga and the scene moved to the bathroom she groaned. It was as if she had forgotten about this final humiliation. She stared in awe as the men stood at the side of the tub and she moaned and sucked my cock hard as we watched the streams of hot piss wash over her face and body. I managed to hold off until the last group of men was pissing on her before I came in her mouth. When my cum hit the back of her throat she groaned loudly and rubbed her pussy a little faster and before I stopped shooting my cum in her mouth she was having an orgasm too. I was surprised that she could achieve orgasm after the abuse she had suffered yesterday. It looked like she was going to be recovered enough for what I had planned for her tomorrow. I got up and put the second DVD into the player and returned to my seat. As soon as I sat down Inga took my cock back into her mouth and I started the second DVD. This one started with Al opening the door to his club and leading us down to the large room full of people waiting for Inga and the show she was about to be forced to put on. I noticed that the camera carefully avoided showing the members of the audience. From the time I turned Inga over to the two animal trainers they and the animals were the only ones on screen. It was obvious from the occasional loud gasps that there was a large audience. But we never saw their faces. I glanced at the TV screen from time to time as the DVD played. But for most of the next three hours I watched Inga's face. She watched the events unfold as if she had no idea what was going to happen. She gasped when she saw that first large dog enter the room and she shuddered when it began to lick its way up her body. It's too bad that I hadn't thought to have a movie camera pointed at Inga's face while she watched the events of last night playing out on the TV. Her reactions were priceless. When the DVD came to the part where they brought the pony into the room Inga completely forgot that my cock was in her mouth. She stared at the screen as her body was raped by that large animal and when it came to the end where she drank down the cup of cum that had been collected in that cup she actually had an orgasm as she watched. And she wasn't even touching herself! What a fucking pervert! I was beginning to think that I had found the perfect woman. After she came she was embarrassed at her own reaction. She seemed to suddenly realize that she had my hard cock in her mouth and she concentrated her efforts on getting me off again. She had gotten very good at sucking cock in the last few days and I was turned on from watching her watch her own movie. So I came very quickly once she put a little effort into it. After she swallowed my cum she let my cock slip from her mouth and she whispered, "That was disgusting!" I smiled and replied, "Yes. But you had an orgasm watching it." Still in a whisper she responded, "Yes. I did." She seemed to be nearly totally recovered already. I figured it was time for her to start waiting on me instead of the other way around. I ordered her to go and make us both a drink. She kissed my soft cock and sat up. She sat beside me with her hand on my thigh for a moment and looked at me. I wasn't quite sure what I was seeing in her face. After a few moments she smiled and said, "Yes master." Then she got up and went to make us each a drink. When she returned I pulled her into my lap and we sat there sipping our drinks in silence while I teased her sweet body with my fingers. I took an ice cube out of my glass and she gasped when I touched it to her nipple. I amused myself by running it all over her nipples until it was just about half melted and then I slid it down over her stomach to her amazing little pussy. Her eyes got big and she screamed as I pushed it inside of her. She couldn't sit still but I held her in place and kept my hand over her pussy so that she couldn't push the ice cube out. I let it melt inside of her and then I swallowed the last of my drink and stood up. Inga screamed again as I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder. I suppose that she was not used to being manhandled but she seemed very light. I carried her up to bed and tossed her down on the mattress. Then I got between her legs and there was no teasing this time. I put my lips over her pussy and licked and sucked and nibbled at her drooling pussy until she came. After she came I lifted her legs and pushed them up to press against her tits. Her pretty ass was now exposed and I ran my tongue all the way up through the crack. She shivered with pleasure and I did that twice more before I began to concentrate on the sensitive pink little hole between her cheeks. Her hands grabbed fists full of the bedspread and her body shivered and quivered as I stiffened my tongue and began to force it into her opening. I worked at her tight little asshole with my tongue for several minutes before I slid my hand up to cover her pussy and began to tickle her clit and as soon as I touched her she started crying out and cumming uncontrollably. I kept it up until she begged me to stop and then I let her legs down and climbed up over her. I guided the head of my cock to her pussy and she came again as I pushed it into her. I was amazed that her cunt still felt just as tight as it had the first time I fucked her. After all of the abuse I had subjected her to, especially the things that happened to her yesterday, I still thought she had the tightest cunt I had ever stuck my dick in. It took me a long time to cum this time. But I was finding that for some reason, since Inga had arrived I was able to cum as often now as I did when I was much younger. I don't know if it was because she was so sexy or because the more I had sex the more I was able to have sex. This girl was making me feel like a kid again. I finally came and rolled over and lay beside her sweating and gasping for breath. Inga got up and went to the bathroom and when she came back a few minutes later she brought a warm cloth and cleaned me up. She was being very nice considering what I had done to her lately. We went to sleep not long after she cleaned me off. I curled up and held her in my arms and she nestled back against me. She felt very good there. It felt natural. It was hard to believe that I had only met this woman four days ago. The next morning I taught her how to make my famous four cheese omelet and perfect bacon. Maybe I would teach her how to make grits before she left. We sipped coffee and had a leisurely breakfast and then I let her clean up the kitchen. I know. That's a hell of a way to treat a guest. But after all, she is my slave. After breakfast we took a shower and I helped her pick out something to wear. When she was ready I got my movie camera and the tripod out of the closet and we got in the car and took off. I drove to a decrepit building outside of town. The parking lot was about half full of Harleys. This was where I had gotten two of my tattoos and I knew the guy that ran the place. I got out of the car and grabbed the bag that I had put my camera and the tripod in and we went inside. There were a few bikers sitting around in the waiting room. They looked up and when they saw Inga they got interested. I knew a couple of them and I nodded as I walked over to the counter with Inga following close behind. Ray heard the bell on the door when we came in and he yelled from the back room that he would be right out. I went to the door into the back room and said, "It's okay Ray. It's just me." He looked up from the guy he was tattooing and said, "Hey Dave! Did you bring her in?" I answered, "Yeah. But there's no hurry. Take your time." He said, "I'm almost done here and I have one more guy in front of you. It'll probably be close to an hour and a half or two hours. You sure you want to wait?" I looked over at Inga and she was going through one of the tattoo books and looking fascinated. I said, "Yeah, we can wait." I went back into the waiting room and sat down. All six of the bikers were sitting around staring at Inga. I had taken a seat next to one of the guys that I knew and he asked me if I was there for me or the girl. I said, "I decided to have my new slave pierced and tattooed, give her some personality." Inga was on the other side of the room looking at tattoo books and she didn't hear me. My friend, Ron, perked right up. He asked, "What you gonna get pierced on her?" I replied, "Her nipples and her pussy. I've got a couple of small tattoos in mind for her too." He smiled and said, "I was supposed to be next but if you let me watch you can take my place." I said, "That's nice of you Ron. I'll make sure that she makes it up to you." He did a double take and then looked me in the eye, trying to decide if I was serious. "No shit?" he asked. I laughed and answered, "No shit." We talked a little about Inga and we talked a little about bikes and a mutual friend who had just been killed by some asshole in a pickup truck. If the chairs had been a little more comfortable and if Ray started serving beer in here I would have been enjoying myself. Ray and the guy he had just finished tattooing came out and the customer left. Ron told him that he was going to let us go first and Ray didn't seem surprised. I got up and went to the counter and I called Inga over from the table where she was still pouring over the tattoo books. When she was standing beside me I told her to take her top off. She turned red but she obeyed instantly. When her tits were exposed Ray leaned over and started pinching one of her nipples and pulling on it. He watched her nipple harden and he smiled and said, "Yeah, perfect." He reached down and pulled out a couple of boxes with a selection of bars and rings and I picked out a set of rings that would be big enough to be useful. I had in mind rings that were large enough that they would permit a leash to be attached. I also wanted them to show through her thin tops. Several of the other bikers had gathered around to get a closer look at Inga's tits. I looked around and said, "If you guys can talk Ray into it I don't mind if you come back and watch." One of them asked, "What about her?" I smiled and said, "She doesn't have a say in it." They looked at Ray and he said, "Hell, I don't give a shit." I had already told Ray what I wanted tattooed on her. He gave me a price for the tats and the piercing and I paid him. Then we all went into the back. There were three other guys in the back getting tattooed and they were probably glad of the distraction. Getting tattooed can get pretty boring if you are having something big done. Ray led us to a padded table and I ordered Inga to take her skirt and shoes off. She got naked and Ray helped her up onto the table. I set the camera up on the tripod and pushed record. Ray went into a side room and came back with a tray with a bunch of stuff on it. He set it on the counter and then he went to work on Inga. First he told her to turn over and after she complied he started strapping her down. She didn't know what was going on. Why the hell was she laying on her stomach if she was here to get her nipples pierced? Ray swabbed the bottom of her foot and pulled up a stool. He put a sterile needle in his tattoo machine and grabbed Inga's foot. He said, "Girl, I've never done a tattoo on the bottom of someone's foot before. I don't think it'll be too bad. The skin there is tough and it shouldn't be a big problem. But you are going to hate walking for the next couple of weeks. Are you sure you want to do this here?" Inga took a deep breath and said, "I will do whatever my master wants me to do." That got a rise out of the men standing around watching. Ray just shook his head and turned his equipment on. He dipped it in the ink and on the bottom of her right foot he tattooed, "I fuck dogs!!" It didn't take long and Inga took it very well. But Ray wasn't done. He moved his stool and cleaned off her other foot and quickly tattooed in big black letters, "I fuck ponies!!" When he was done he cleaned off both tattoos. When he finished there he removed the straps holding her in place and ordered her to turn over. He didn't strap her down this time. He swabbed the area over her bald pussy and bent over her and in the sensitive area an inch above her slit he tattooed, "Dave's Slave" Inga was staring at the ceiling and had yet to make a sound. I had expected that she would balk when it came to the tattoos, especially the one over her pussy. But she didn't. She didn't even ask what they said. Ray cleaned off the last tattoo and put his equipment out of the way. Then he swabbed her nipples and got ready to pierce them. While he was getting ready I asked Ron if he minded giving us a hand. He looked at me curiously and I said, "I just thought it would be nice if you would distract her while she was getting pierced. And besides, she owes you for letting her go in front of you." Ron looked at Ray and Ray just smiled and said, "I don't know if I'd want my dick in her mouth while she was getting this done, but it's up to you man." Ron moved closer and we waited for him to pull her a little closer to the edge. He pulled his cock out and put it to her lips and as soon as she opened her mouth and started sucking Ray picked up his tools and went to work. I had never seen this done before and it gave me the creeps. He had some kind of clamp that he used once he got her nipple hard. He clamped down on it and pulled out slightly. He lined the needle up and in one quick move he shoved it most of the way through. It hurt me to watch. Inga jumped slightly and groaned in pain but she didn't stop sucking Ron's cock. Ray inserted the ring and wiped the area clean and put some kind of spray on it. Then he went around and repeated the process on the other side. I was surprised at how little blood there was. The first real reaction from Inga was when Ray moved down and started preparing the area around her clit. She started to pull away from Ron's cock but he was ready for her and he held her in place while Ray got her ready for her final piercing. When Ray finally shoved that needle into her flesh for the last time she cried out and her lower body came up off of the table. That one had hurt. There was more blood this time too. But Ray put the ring through the hole he had just made and cleaned her up. Ray put small bandages on the fresh tattoos and while he was putting his things away Ron finally started to pay attention to the skillful blowjob he was getting. In a few more minutes he filled her mouth with cum. I was about to help Inga off of the table when Ray finished putting his things away and said, "Hold on Dave. Let me have a little of that before you put her on her feet." I had, after all, promised Ray that he could have a little in exchange for a break on the cost. I stepped out of the way and Ray stood at the foot of the table. He grabbed Inga's legs and pulled her down until her ass was right on the edge. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was immediately obvious that he enjoyed his work. His cock was hard as a rock. He moved the head of his cock up and down her very wet slit a couple of times and then shoved it into her in one sudden thrust. The men gathered around watching cheered him on as he fucked her roughly in front of them. There were a lot of comments about the way her tits were jiggling up and down on her chest in time with Ray's violent thrusts. I had to admit it was fun to watch. Inga didn't seem to be enjoying it though. I imagine all of those new holes in her body made that movement very uncomfortable. Ray came pretty quickly. After he pulled his cock out of her he wiped himself on a small towel and then dropped the towel on her stomach and said, "Here slut, clean your cunt up." Inga spread her thighs and used the towel to wipe her pussy as the men watched. I suppose that they were hoping to get a little themselves but she looked like she had already had a rough morning. I helped her to sit up and I helped her put her top on over her sore nipples. I slipped her sandals on over her bandaged feet and gently put her down on the floor. She winced as her feet touched the floor. I helped her get into her little miniskirt and when she was dressed Ray gave us some instruction on taking care of her tattoos and piercings. He even gave us some cream to put on them. I asked Inga if she could walk. She took a couple of tentative steps and said, "I think so." She walked out to the car gingerly, putting her weight on the sides of her feet. The tattoos were not very large and Ray had assured us that they would heal quickly but suggested that for the next couple of days, until the scab formed, she should stay off of her feet as much as possible. I didn't have a problem with that. I like her on her back. One of the fantasies that Inga had told me about was this tattoo on the bottom of her foot. She didn't offer any suggestions about what it should be. I realized on the way home that she still didn't know what was tattooed on the soles of her feet. She had complained that she could not find a man to treat her the way that she fantasized about. I wondered how her straight laced boyfriends were going to react to her new tattoos. This was certainly going to be a life altering vacation for her. I parked in the garage and helped her into the house. I helped her out of her clothes and onto the couch. I served us a light lunch of cold cuts and cold beer. When she was finished eating and we were sitting on the couch sipping beer I said, "You haven't asked what I had tattooed on your feet. Aren't you curious?" She grinned wryly and said, "After I saw the one you had put over my pussy I was afraid to ask." I got up and went upstairs. I came back with a hand mirror and removed Inga's sandals and then carefully peeled her bandages off. The bleeding had stopped so she didn't need them as long as she stayed off of her feet. I held the mirror up so that she could see the tattoos on her feet. There in plain black letters about two centimeters high were the two sentences that branded her as the nastiest kind of slut. She stared at the writing in the mirror with a blank look on her face for a moment and then she smiled and said, "I think that I must belong to you now. No one else would want me if they read that." I think she underestimated both her beauty and the large number of perverted men in the world. I didn't think she would have any trouble finding the right kind of man if she tried. But I had begun thinking about keeping her after my wife returned. I was starting to wonder if a beautiful slave girl might not be just what we needed to put a little spark back in our lives. It would be a gamble, but I was beginning to think that it would be a gamble worth taking. I put that out of my mind for now though. The important thing now was that Inga recovered enough to enable her to entertain us when we went camping this weekend with my riding buddies. It would be a little soon, especially for those piercings. But as long as we took it a little easy on the rings I thought it would be okay. We just lounged around for the rest of the afternoon. By evening the pain from her piercings had begun to fade and she was able to relax. We watched the second DVD again, the one with the animals. She kept getting turned on and then frustrated because it hurt too much to play with her pussy. It was pretty amusing. She had to be content with playing with me instead. I came in her mouth twice that evening while we watched the movie. When it was over she asked, "How much does he sell those for?" I replied, "I didn't think to ask. When we go back to make another one you can ask him how much they cost." Then I asked, "Why, do you want to buy copies to give to your friends and family?" She laughed and responded, "That would go over very well. They could show them at Christmas when we all got together." We went to bed early that night and the next two days passed slowly. I hated being unable to torment my pretty little slave girl. We still had sex. On Thursday we each had a few orgasms. But we only had oral sex. On Friday evening I finally tried fucking her and as long as I kept my weight off of her I didn't hurt her too much. It wasn't so bad that she didn't have an orgasm. In fact, she said that the stimulation from the ring over her clit was amazing. She loved it. On Saturday morning I bought some beer and got the large cooler stocked up for a night in the woods. I packed the tent and the sleeping bags in the back of the SUV and waited for Inga to hobble out and get in. Her feet were still sore but she was getting around much better now. The tattoos had scabbed up just fine. All six of the guys from our first little party at Smitty's house were going to be there and a few of our other friends had been invited too. Inga was going to have a busy evening. I drove out to the river and took the turn off down a rough dirt road that led to our campsite. The land belonged to Jim, the attorney. He had plans to someday build a log cabin out here in the woods. But he never seemed to get around to it. I don't know why. He damned sure had the money. It was more than a mile down that narrow dirt track to our campsite. When I got there I pulled into the field beside a handful of pickup trucks and parked. Most of the guys from last Sunday's party at Smitty's house were already here as well as three more friends that had missed the fun. They were putting up their tents or sitting around drinking beer and waiting for us. They already had a nice fire going. It was a little warm for a fire but it kind of added to the ambiance. I unloaded our tent and set it up near the others but far enough away that the snoring of a couple of the guys that were famous for it wouldn't bother me. While I was erecting the tent Inga inflated the air mattress. I finished with the tent before she finished with the mattress. Smitty came over, ostensibly to say hello, but more likely to get his hands on Inga for a few minutes. I took the air mattress from her and suggested that he undress her. The guys that had not been busy setting their tents up had begun to gather around her like she was the only girl out here. Oh wait. She was the only girl out here. When I suggested that Smitty undress her the conversation in the clearing suddenly came to a stop. Everyone watched as he pulled her t-shirt off and then slid her shorts down and helped her step out of them. Smitty exclaimed, "Holy shit! Look at that! Damned Dave, what did you do to her?" He had spotted the rings and the tattoo over her pussy. I just smiled and said, "I thought she'd like some souvenirs of her vacation." Smitty reached out to hand me her clothes and I said, "She doesn't need clothes. Throw them on the fire." Inga watched the only clothes she had brought with her being thrown on the fire. Then she walked over to the tent, still walking gingerly because of her tattooed feet, and Smitty asked, "What the hell else did you do to her. She can hardly walk!" I chuckled and replied, "It's a long story. Wait until I'm finished setting up." I put the mattress in the tent and laid out the sleeping bags and zipped them together. Then I got the cooler and our lounge chairs out of the back of the SUV. Now it was time to relax and talk some shit. I let Inga sit in her own chair instead of pulling her into my lap or passing her around. She was still pretty sore. She was going to be sucking and fucking my friends tonight, but until then I thought it would be best if she took it easy on her new jewelry. We had just sat down when two more guys showed up. Now all five guys were here from the party we had on Sunday and four others as well. We weren't expecting anyone else. I waited until they had their tents set up. It took them a while because of the distraction that Inga was causing. When they finished setting up and everyone was sitting around with a cold beer I told Inga to take her sandals off. She looked at me for a second. She was obviously more embarrassed about showing these men her two new tattoos than she had been when she undressed for them a few minutes ago. She hesitated for a long moment and that made all the guys just that much more curious. Finally she put her feet down and slid the sandals off. Then she put her feet back up on the chair. The lettering wasn't huge, only about three quarters of an inch. Only a few of the guys were close enough that they could read what her new tattoos said. They looked stunned and Smitty grinned and said, "No shit?!" The others got out of their chairs and came over to see what got Smitty so excited. Gary, the Podiatrist, exclaimed, "What the hell did you do that for Dave?!" I just sat back and said, "Inga, tell him why I did that." She was quiet for a few seconds and then she said, "Because I told you before I came here that I had fantasized about tattoos?" I smiled and said, "No Inga. Tell him why it says what it says on the bottoms of your feet. Tell him everything." Inga seemed more humiliated now as she was forced to tell all of these men what had happened to her that night then she had been while it had been happening. It took her almost half an hour to tell them everything with enough detail to satisfy me. When she was finished everyone was silent for a minute until Paul said, "Damn! I wish I'd brought my dog!" Everyone laughed and a few of the guys said, "Hell yeah! I'd like to see that!" I said, "It isn't too late. Go and get the damned thing and when we are all through fucking her for the night she can put on a little show for us." The guys all looked at each other, trying to decide if anyone else would be too grossed out. If any of them was going to have a problem with that kind of thing I thought it would be Gary. But Gary turned to Paul and said, "Go get the damned dog man! I'd like to see that." Paul got up and said, "I'll be back in about an hour." Then he got in his truck and took off to get his dog. I got up and got my cooler and placed it between my chair and Inga's. I got us both out a fresh beer and when I handed hers to her she took a couple of big gulps and said, "It's going to be a long night." Smitty heard her and said, "How about if we get started?" I might have known that Smitty would take the lead. There is something about the kind of guy that becomes a cop. Don't misunderstand, Smitty is a nice guy and handy to have around, especially when you get pulled over going twenty or thirty miles an hour over the speed limit. He just flashes that badge and everything is cool. But he and others of my friends who are cops seem to lack some little bit of reserve that most people have ingrained in them. But I had no objection to getting the show started. I replied, "I don't mind. I just want to remind you guys that those holes in her body are fresh and I'd appreciate it if you left them alone for now. The same thing goes for the tattoos. You can have her suck you off and you can fuck her doggy style as much as you like but this time you're going to have to stay off of her belly and her tits." Smitty came over and pulled his cock out and stuck it in her face and after she had started sucking on it he said, "You should have had her tongue pierced. I've always wondered what that felt like." Kyle asked, "What about her ass. I'd like to fuck her ass again. That was pretty fucking hot." I answered, "I don't care, as long as someone brought some lube and you take the time to stretch her out first." The guys all looked at each other and I could tell that nobody had any lubricant. Then Smitty said, "Someone get my cell phone out of my truck and see if I get a signal out here. I have Paul's number on my contact list." Kyle went over to Smitty's truck and dug around until he found his phone and brought it back over to him. He stood there with Inga sucking his cock in front of all those guys and calmly opened his phone and checked for a signal. He grinned and went through his numbers and dialed Paul and told him to bring some lube back with him when he returned. Then he closed up his phone and tossed it over to where he had been sitting. He placed his hands around Inga's head and began to fuck her mouth just like it was a cunt. She had already started taking it into her throat but it was harder for her when he did it this way. She didn't try to stop him though. She put her hands down and let him fuck her face until he pulled her face tight to his hairy belly and shot his cum down her throat. After Smitty put his cock away and moved out of the way Nathan hurriedly took his place. Nathan had not been there last week but he had been told what to expect. Nathan and Jerome were our two token black friends. Actually, Nathan was probably my best friend. We had been friends for more years than I could remember. Nathan pulled his big black cock out and said, "I have never had a woman take that down her throat girl. I don't expect you will be able to. But I would appreciate it if you would try because I have to admit I am curious to see what it's like." Nathan was pretty well hung but his cock wasn't as fat as those animal cocks that Inga had been forced to suck. Well, I don't think she had to take the pony's cock into her throat but she sure as hell did with the dog. And that was one big cock. I didn't think she would have much trouble with Nathan's cock. Everyone watched in awe as she started sliding her lips down his shaft. She took a little bit more with each attempt and by the time she had taken five or six strokes his cock was in her throat. It wasn't easy for her. There were tears in her eyes and she was obviously struggling. But she did it. Nathan didn't hold her head or force her. He just watched in amazement as his cock kept disappearing down Inga's throat. Inga is not a large person. She actually looks rather delicate. Watching that big black cock disappear inside of her was something to see. I would have loved to have had pictures of this but most of these guys were married and would probably rather not have photographic evidence of what we were doing out here. After Nathan came in her mouth and backed away Jerome moved in and picked her up. Jerome is a very big guy. He played football in college but that was a long time ago. He was a lot softer now than he was back then but he is still big. I would estimate that he was 6'5" and weighed over three hundred pounds. He handled Inga like she was a rag doll. He carried her to a blanket that someone had placed on the ground nearby and told her to get up on her hands and knees. Inga turned over and watched behind her as Jerome took his clothes off. She saw that his cock was no bigger than Nathan's and relaxed a little. Jerome dropped to his knees behind her and stuck a couple of his fat fingers in her pussy. He pulled them out and they were soaking wet. He smiled and held them up and said, "Damn! This bitch is primed and ready to pump!" There was some laughter but I think the guys were too worried about Jerome stretching that nice tight pussy all out of shape to be amused. He wedged the head of his cock into her tight hole and grabbed her hips and began to force it in. Inga closed her eyes and put her head down and started alternating between gasping in pleasure and grunting in pain. Once Jerome got his cock all the way inside of her and she got used to it though it was all pleasure. He started slamming the meat to her and the other guys started undressing to the sound of his body slamming into hers. They were all naked long before Jerome finished. They stood around the mating couple and most of them played with their cocks as they watched the super sexy show that was being put on. Gary couldn't wait and he got down at by her head and sat down. He stretched his legs out on either side of her but she didn't even notice he was there until he reached down and tapped her on the head. She looked up and opened her glazed over eyes and saw his hard cock right in front of her. She seemed not to realize what it was or what she was supposed to do for a moment. She was really into what Jerome was doing in her pussy. Inga stared at Gary's cock for a few moments and then she suddenly realized what was required of her. She bent down and all but attacked his cock. She slid her lips down over it and all the way to the base in one very rapid stroke. She was so turned on by what that big black man was doing to her with his cock that she was in a sexual frenzy and she took it out on Gary. Jerome was getting carried away now. Every long, violent stroke lifted her knees right off of the ground and sent Gary's cock all the way down her throat. It had to be hurting her but she seemed to love it. In fact, she came several times before Jerome finally bellowed like a wounded bull and shot his huge load of cum into Inga's pussy. Gary came in her throat before Jerome could catch his breath and pull out. As Jerome freed himself from Inga's clutching pussy and sat back on his feet I heard two of the guys breathlessly exclaim, "Jesus Christ!" Everything seemed to stop for a moment. Then both men moved away from Inga and they were replaced by Tyler and Jerry. Tyler was another man who hadn't been there last week. Judging from the look on his face he still wasn't sure he wasn't in the middle of a wet dream. But whether he was or not he was going to take advantage of it. He was standing behind Inga but before Jerry could kneel in front of her Tyler asked, "Jerry, do you mind trading places? That is one beautiful pussy. But I have never had a woman deep throat me and I just have to try that." Jerry grinned and said, "You aren't fooling anyone Tyler. You're afraid that after Jerome finished fucking her you won't be able to touch more than one side at a time. But I'll switch with you. I'll let her suck me off later when my cock is all nasty from fucking her. That way she can get me hard to fuck her ass too." Those two went at it and just as they were about finished Paul drove up and parked. His big black Lab was in the back of his truck. He got out and let the tailgate down and turned to watch just as Tyler and Jerry were finishing up. Paul said, "I knew I was going to miss all the damned fun! I hope you guys saved a little of that shit for me." Jerry pulled his cock out of her pussy and said, "Don't worry Paul. It may not be as clean as it was an hour ago but it sure is tight. You're going to love this. The dog had come running over and was sniffing all around Inga. Paul had to call him off and finally had to put a rope on him to keep him out of the way. The smell of sex made him hard to control. After he tied his dog up Paul stood nearby and started to undress. He was staring at Inga as she knelt on the blanket waiting for whoever was going to use her body next to choose their hole and put another hard cock inside of her. He stared at her for several minutes before he said, "I'm fifty-two years old and I've never been to a gangbang before. I heard about them but I always figured any girl that would let a gang of guys fuck her had to be butt ugly. This girl is beautiful. Even after Dave fucked her all up with rings and tattoos she is beautiful. Shit. I may never fuck my wife again!" Just as innocent as can be Jim said, "I don't blame you Paul. I wouldn't fuck your wife either. You're more of a man than I am." Everyone but Paul thought that was funny. Paul walked around Inga and then knelt behind her. He stared at her beautiful body and then ran his hands gently over her ass. He said reverently, "That is the most perfect ass I have ever seen up close and personal." Smitty interrupted his reverie to ask, "Speaking of perfect asses, did you get the lube?" Paul didn't seem to hear him at first. Smitty said, "Paul?" Paul looked up suddenly and seemed to come to his senses. He nodded and said, "Look in my shirt pocket." Smitty turned to look for the lube and Paul edged closer and began to slide his cock back and forth between Inga's legs. She had already been fucked three times and was kind of messy but I knew that she was still going to be a great fuck. Paul finally pushed down on her back a little and lined his cock up and slowly started pushing it into her hole. She moaned slightly but I couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure. Probably a little of both. Paul had been fucking her for several minutes before Jim turned to Kyle and said, "Just you and me left. You want to get sucked off?" Kyle looked at her for a moment and then turned to Jim and asked, "Why, are you offering?" Everyone cracked up but then he got serious and said, "No. You go ahead. I want to fuck that hot cunt of hers again. I'll wait." Jim gave Kyle a dirty look but I think he thought that was funny too. He just didn't want to show it. He got to his knees in front of Inga. He placed his fingers under her chin and lifter her head up and smiled and said, "Are you getting sore girl, or can you handle one more?" Inga actually smiled at him and for an answer she took his cock into her mouth and gave him another of her great blowjobs. Several times over the last hour or so I had been forced to remind the guys that her tits were off limits. They weren't trying to hurt her. They just forgot she was sore and reaching for the tits of the girl you are having sex with is a normal thing to do. They were being pretty conscientious about that though and it only happened two or three times. Jim and Paul came pretty quickly and as soon as Paul was out of the way Kyle was behind her and pounding away. He had already had sex with her three times last Saturday but to watch him you'd think it was the first time. I guess I couldn't blame him though. She is one sexy bitch. When Kyle finally finished up I took Inga's sandals over to her on the blanket and helped her back to her chair. I had already put a towel on it in anticipation of the mess she was going to be making. She stopped before sitting down though and said, "Let me rinse off first. Is that water as cold as it looks?" The river was only a couple of feet away. This early in the year it was still pretty cool. I answered, "I wouldn't want to go swimming in it. But it's pretty shallow there and you should be able to rinse off without too much trouble." We all watched as she went over and waded in up to her ankles. She squatted down and let the cum drain out of her pussy for a few minutes and then she scooped up a few handfuls of water and splashed her pussy and her thighs clean. She gasped as the cold water came in contact with her sensitive skin but then she smiled at me and said, "Damn that feels good on my poor pussy." I went over to the water and held out my hand and helped her back on shore and over to her chair. I handed her a cold beer and we all sat around drinking and talking and resting. After a few minutes Gary asked, "When is she going to do the dog?" Smitty laughed and said, "Later man. I don't want seconds after a fucking dog." I said, "Jesus Smitty. Don't be so sensitive. It's just a cock." He said, "Fuck you pervert. It ain't just a cock. It's a dog's cock and I'll admit I'm curious to see her fuck the dog but I ain't gonna fuck her afterwards." I laughed and said, "If it bothers you that much she can suck the dog off instead." Everyone stared at me like I had two heads. Then they stared at Inga the same way. I didn't understand since she had told them when we got here how she had sucked off that second dog and sucked on the pony's cock before it fucked her. But they acted like they hadn't heard that part. Nobody spoke for a long moment and then Gary said quietly, "I'd like to see that." The others seemed like they wanted to see that too but were too embarrassed to admit it. I didn't care. I was going to let them decide. Throughout the rest of the afternoon the men used Inga one at a time as the mood struck them. Smitty was the first to use her ass again, after first lubing her up and stretching her out. She didn't fight him this time but she didn't like it. We threw some more wood on the fire around six that evening and cooked a bunch of hotdogs over it. Inga was used to good German wurst and didn't think much of our hotdogs. Having lived in Germany for seven years myself I couldn't blame her for that. After we ate and had a few more beers most of the guys used Inga again. After every few fucks she would limp over to the river and rinse herself off. By eleven that night we had been drinking all day and we were all pretty wasted. Most of the guys were ready to turn in and get a little sleep and continue the party tomorrow. First though, they wanted to see Inga with the dog. Paul went over to where he had tied the dog up and the dog rushed right over to Inga. He could smell the sex on her and he had been smelling it and watching it all afternoon. Smitty took charge as soon as Paul released his dog. Inga had not been allowed to clean up after the last man had fucked her. She was stretched out on the blanket on her back with her legs splayed out and cum dripping out of her pussy. The dog rushed over to her and moved right up between her legs and started licking Inga's thighs and her pussy eagerly. Inga just lay there and closed her eyes and I suppose she tried not to think about what was happening between her legs. She had all of the sex with animals she could handle last Monday. Smitty stood nearby and watched the dog lap at Inga's red, swollen, much abused pussy for a few minutes. She had to reach down and cover her clit with her hand. The dog kept rubbing at her clit ring with his nose as he tried to get his tongue inside of her. After several minutes it looked like the dog was trying to figure out how to fuck a woman who was lying on her back. He wasn't built for that kind of fucking. Smitty solved that problem for him. He called Paul over and they got the dog to lie down on his back and then ordered Inga to suck his cock. She glanced at me, hoping I suppose that I would intervene. She had no desire to go through this again. But being forced to do things that she didn't want to do was the reason she was here. I didn't interfere. Paul held his excited dog down on its back and Inga leaned over and took the pink portion of his cock that extended out past its sheath into her mouth and started sucking. The dog's hindquarters started twitching like crazy and in a very short time his cock was erect and surprisingly long and thick. Inga put her hand around the base of the dog's cock and started sucking him off just like she would a man. The difference was that the dog's cock was discharging a steady flow of lubricant and would continue until it started to cum in her mouth. She had to swallow constantly to keep up. The others gathered around to watch what was probably the most disgusting thing that they had ever seen. Everyone was still naked and it was easy to tell who found it entertaining. I stayed in my chair and stayed out of it but I couldn't help wondering how many of those guys would want to have sex with her after she had sucked off a dog. As it turned out it was quite a few of them. When the dog finally came and she had swallowed all that crap Paul tied the dog up again. Half of the guys went into their tents after that but there were five more that had hard ons again and didn't seem to mind that Inga had just had sex with a dog. The first four took her two at a time again and when they came in her they went into their tents and went to sleep. The last one was Smitty. He fucked her ass one last time and then he went to sleep. I got up and helped Inga back to the water and she rinsed off again. I gave her the last few sips of my beer to get the taste out of her mouth and then I helped her into our tent. She was exhausted and she fell asleep almost before I got the sleeping bag zipped up. We slept late in the morning. We woke up to the sound of a vehicle approaching. I got up and went outside to see what was going on. Half of the guys were up and the fire was going again. The truck coming down the dirt track was Jim's. He had gone into town and gotten a couple dozen breakfast sandwiches and a couple of thermoses full of coffee at a fast food restaurant. It was a warm morning. The fire was more for the pleasure of having a fire than for the warmth. All the guys were still naked except for me and Jim. Inga came out of the tent and everyone watched as she walked to the edge of the clearing and squatted down and took a leak. Then she moved back over to the river and rinsed her body off. She dried off with a towel and then we all had breakfast. While we were eating the guys tried talking to Inga. I mean they tried to find out why she did the things that she did. They couldn't understand why a beautiful young girl like her would submit to the nasty and now life altering things that she had. I knew that she couldn't make them understand. You either understood it at a gut level or you would never understand it. It was a thing that was in you and if it wasn't there you could never understand. There was no logic to it and it was not like you just woke up one day and decided that you wanted to try being a submissive or a dominant. It may be that your life experience up to that point in your life was what made you that way. But you had not been aware of it happening as you went through life and I'm not a mental health professional but I'm convinced that whatever it was inside of you that made you this way happened when you were very young. There was no explaining things like this to people who didn't understand instinctively or accept without thinking about it. The men all used Inga throughout the morning. They were back to using her one at a time as the spirit moved them. Smitty was the horniest man I ever saw and he seemed to use her twice as much as anyone else. Just before we started to tear down the tents and head back to town Gary said he wanted to see the dog fuck Inga. It wasn't as easy without that special bench but we managed it and she put on a good show for the guys. She got on her hands and knees and spread her legs out. Paul guided the dog over and helped him get his cock in the right hole. I wasn't that interested. I saw enough of animals fucking women the other night. While Inga was entertaining the men I deflated our air mattress and rolled up our sleeping bag. I took the tent down and stowed all of our things in the back of the SUV. By the time I finished the guys were staring at Inga and the dog and waiting for the knot to go down so that he could get his cock out of her pussy. When the dog finally pulled free they started striking camp while I helped Inga back into the river to clean up. When she was as clean as she was going to get and had dried off we said goodbye to the rest of the guys. Inga spread her towel out on the passenger seat and got in for the naked ride home. When we got home we took a hot shower and she put fresh ointment on all of her wounds and we took a nap in my nice, comfortable bed. I'm getting a little too old for this camping out crap. Sitting around the campfire and drinking beer and talking shit with the guys is fun. But I miss my bed at night. By Monday the tattoos were coming along surprisingly well. They had not been very large or elaborate but I had expected them to bother her for the rest of her time here. But when we headed out for brunch on the deck of that restaurant across the river that I had first taken her to she was walking as if her feet were fully healed. We had lunch out on the deck. The waiter remembered Inga and her eye catching way of dressing so the service was excellent again. After we ate we were sitting out in the sun enjoying a cool drink when my cell phone rang. I answered it and it was Smitty. He said, "Hey Dave. I just fell into something that could turn out to be pretty interesting. I got called out to the airport this morning to pick up some crazy young chick that was being a problem on a flight from New York to Orlando. She is from London and was going to visit family in Orlando. The thing is, she apparently used a fake ID in New York and got a little drunk and she was hitting on a sixteen year old girl on the plane and being obnoxious about it. The stewardesses tried to separate them and this chick got real nasty so the pilot landed here and they dragged her off the plane." I didn't know why this was supposed to interest me but I knew how Smitty's mind worked so I kept listening. He went on with his story. "I picked her up at the airport and cuffed her and got everyone's statement and took her in. The thing is, the chick is only nineteen and my supervisor doesn't want to get involved in an international incident over something this silly so he told me to let her sober up and take her back out to the airport." I asked, "How is this interesting to me Smitty?" Smitty chuckled and said, "Dave, this chick is hot. She is only nineteen and damned good looking. But the amusing part is that she is a diehard lesbian. She hates men but she is scared shitless because I told her all the charges against her and she thinks she is going to prison for ten years for messing with a minor and threatening an air crew. She has been throwing herself at me for the last hour. She says she'll do anything I want if I just let her go." "So I'm thinking," he continued, "Why don't we set up a little party and let her and Inga play nice together and then we all have a go at trying to show our little lesbian chick the error of her ways. What the hell, if we don't turn her into a cock lover we will at least give her a reason to hate men. I've always wanted to see two chicks making out. What do you think?" I had to admit, I liked the idea. I said, "You know Smitty. I like the way your mind works. It turns out you're good for something besides fixing tickets after all. When and where do you want to do this?" He said, "I don't get off for three more hours but the chief detailed me to take care of this chick until she is out of town. So if you want to do this I'll start calling the guys and see who can make it. I'll call you back when I get it set up." I said, "Okay. And if you can't get enough guys together we could always take them over to Al's Camera Club and draw a crowd." Smitty was quiet for a minute while he thought about that. Then he said, "We could always do both." Smitty hung up and I put my phone away. Inga was staring at me warily. She knew from my side of the conversation that we were setting something up for her and when she heard me mention the Camera Club she immediately got nervous. I let her worry about it though. She was sexy when she was nervous. The restaurant had been just about empty when we got here this morning but it filled up at lunch time. Now that lunch was over there were was still a pretty good crowd around us. There were five teenage boys at a nearby table who had been staring openly at Inga for the last hour. I don't keep track any longer. It doesn't matter now that I am retired. But I'm pretty sure that school was not yet out for the year. These kids looked like they belonged in school but it wasn't any of my fucking business. I told Inga to put her feet in my lap so that I could see how her new tattoos were doing. When she complied her short skirt inched up until her slit was visible to the boys at the next table. I lifted her feet and slowly examined her tattoos. They had nearly healed in only four days. I was jealous. Mine took weeks. But then, my tattoos were much larger and more complicated. I let her put her feet down and then I told her to show me her other new tattoo. She was aware of the five boys watching as she pulled her skirt up and showed me the tattoo over her pussy. I asked, "Is it sore?" She answered, "No, a little tender maybe. The piercing is still sore though." I gently lifted the ring that went through the skin above her clit and she shivered. It didn't seem to be a reaction to pain though. I smiled at her and she shrugged and said, "It's sore but I think I'm going to really enjoy it. It is very stimulating. They all are. I have never been so aware of my nipples since they first started popping out on my chest." The boys at the next table had been talking loudly but now there was only silence. They were staring raptly at Inga's exposed pussy. I straightened up just then when our waiter came over to check on us and I decided to order another drink and wait here for Smitty to call back. As the waiter stared at Inga's pussy I ordered us each another drink. He never seemed to get tired of staring at her exposed flesh. After he went to get our drinks I looked around and noticed that the deck was starting to empty out. I guess people were finally going back to work. The boys were the only customers near us. I turned to the nearest boy and said, "Isn't that just about the prettiest pussy you ever saw?" One of his friends laughed and said, "Shit! That's the only pussy he ever saw!" The others joined in the laughter and even Inga smiled. I looked at the boy who was the butt of his friend's joke and asked, "Is that true? Is this the only pussy you have ever seen?" I was surprised when he answered honestly. He blushed and said, "Yes sir. That's the only one I ever saw that wasn't in a magazine." I asked him how old he was and he said, "I'm fifteen." I asked them why they weren't in school and he answered, "Today is a teacher's work day. We only had a half a day of school today." I turned to Inga and said, "Inga, go sit in his lap and let him get to know you better." Then I turned to the boy and asked, "You'd like to get to know her better wouldn't you son?" His eyes were huge and his mouth was wide open. He finally came to his senses and said, "Shit yeah!" Inga leaned over and whispered, "He is so young!" I just smiled and responded, "He's old enough to know all about pussy." Inga got up and glancing around nervously she took a couple of steps and then sat down in the boys lap. She placed her arm around his neck and looked down to see her pussy completely exposed. The kid and his friends stared at her exposed pussy in awe for several moments and finally one of his friends exclaimed, "Damn Steve! If you aren't going to feel her up I'll do it!" Steve looked up at Inga and then at me and he finally took the hint. His hand came to rest on Inga's thigh and when he wasn't discouraged he slowly slid his hand up until his fingers touched her pussy. Inga gasped slightly when his fingers touched her. From the emails we had exchanged I knew that she fantasized about being molested by older men but I think that she was finding the boy's youth and innocence intriguing. Steve saw something peeking out from under Inga's skirt and slid it up a little higher to expose her tattoo. The boys had gotten a glimpse of it earlier but from their seats they probably had not been able to see what it said. He gaped at it and several of his friends said, "Holy shit!" One of them looked at me and asked, "Are you Dave?" I nodded. They didn't seem to know what to make of that. They had never met a slave before I guess. Steve began exploring her pussy. I warned him to be careful with her new piercing and the recent tattoo. He avoided them, but his fingers explored her pussy freely. He dipped one and then two fingers into her moist pussy and moved them around for a minute before pulling them out. He held them up to show his friends how wet his fingers were. Inga asked, "Do you know what that is?" Steve shook his head. Inga brought his hand to her mouth and sucked one of his fingers clean. She said, "That is my body's natural lubrication. My body makes that so that it won't hurt me when I get fucked. Getting fucked would be painful for me if my pussy was dry. Your body makes the same lubrication. It even tastes the same." Steve pulled her hand to his face and sniffed at her wet fingers. He touched his tongue to the one that Inga had not sucked clean and then, when the taste wasn't offensive he put her finger in his mouth and sucked it clean. Inga smiled at him and asked, "That wasn't so bad was it?" Steve shook his head and smiled. Then he slid his fingers back inside of her. While he was fingering her pussy again Inga looked around and when it didn't look like anyone was paying attention she lifted her crop top and asked, "Would you like to taste one of these too?" The boy grinned and dipped his head down and wrapped his lips around her nipple and she told him what to do once he had it in his mouth. While he was nibbling on her nipple she pulled his fingers out of her pussy and brought them up to her other tit. She rubbed his wet fingers over her nipple and then she showed him how she liked to have a man feel her tits. Over the next ten minutes or so Steve and his friends received quite an education. The waiter came out to check on us again and he stared at Inga's exposed tits and the fingers in her pussy as he asked me if I wanted anything else. I asked him for the check and he handed it to me without even looking. I handed him my debit card and didn't say a word as he stood staring at Steve enjoying Inga's body. He finally came to his senses and went inside. As soon as he left my phone rang. It was Smitty. He had most of the guys coming over and told me to come over anytime. I waited until the waiter returned and signed the check. Then I said, "Sorry boys. We have to go now." They were pretty disappointed. I couldn't blame them. They followed us out to the parking lot and I said, "Boys, we have a little time. How about if we park someplace a little more private and I get my slave to suck you all off?" There wasn't much chance that they would say no to that. There was a motel next door and since it was early in the day the parking lot was all but empty. We drove our cars over to the back of the parking lot and I ordered Inga to undress. When she was naked I sent her over to the boy's ratty old minivan and they opened the door and pulled her inside in an instant. I reminded them that they needed to leave her rings and her tattoo alone but other than that they could feel her up and enjoy their blowjobs. I watched for a few minutes. The windows were tinted and I couldn't see much but I could see that Inga was alright. I picked up my newspaper and read for most of the next hour until Inga got out of the minivan and came back around and got in my SUV. I waited while she got dressed. She was smiling and didn't seem upset by what had just happened. I said, "That took a lot longer than I thought it would." She said, "They came so fast the first time. I felt sorry for them. So I sucked them all off twice. I hope you don't mind." I smiled and said, "Not at all. That was very nice of you." When Inga had her clothes on I started the car and we headed for Smitty's house. It took us forty minutes to get there. He lives on the other side of town. Almost everyone else was already there when we arrived. The only two missing were Jim and Gary. Smitty let us in and said, "Jim and Gary will be here soon. If you don't mind I'll wait until they get here before I explain. I would rather just go through this one time." I noticed an attractive young girl sitting alone in a corner. She had a look on her face that was somewhere between scared shitless and total loathing. Inga glanced at her curiously but then we both joined the men and enjoyed some casual conversation, much of it was about our recent camping trip. I noticed that Paul wasn't here. Neither was Tyler. I asked Smitty about them because I knew they would have loved the show. Smitty said, "Paul can't make it and I haven't been able to reach Tyler. I'm afraid that the girls will just have to make do with us." Jim showed up a few minutes later and Gary finally arrived about fifteen minutes after Jim. When everyone was here Smitty stood up and said, "Gentlemen…and Inga, I was half way through my shift today when I got a call from dispatch. I was sent out to the airport to pick up a passenger and arrest her for a long list of charges, some of them quite severe. It seems that she was on a flight from her home in London to Orlando via New York. She had a layover in New York and using a fake ID she went into one of the bars and got more than a little drunk." "On her flight from New York to Orlando she was seated next to a sixteen year old girl that she proceeded to attempt to talk into joining the mile high club with her. Fortunately for the young girl her parents were in the seat behind her and heard every loud and disgusting word that our potential child molester uttered." "The parents complained to a stewardess and the stewardess tried to move our friend here to another seat. She became belligerent and the pilot ended up having to land here and she was taken off of the plane and arrested." "I got the call. I collected the statements and put Tammy, or Tammy Whore as she kept insisting her teenage victim call her, in the back of my squad car and took her to the station. On the way she came to her senses and began to realize that she was facing a lot of years in prison and she started begging me to let her go. I ignored her until she promised to do anything that I wanted for the next twenty-four hours." "As you can see she isn't very happy about it. I think that her being a hard corps lesbian has something to do with that. She has a pretty low opinion of men. But we have twenty-four hours to change her mind." "I thought that we would start out with a little girl on girl action which we need to film so that we can show it to Paul and Tyler later. Then we can do our best to show little Tammy Whore the error of her ways." He turned to the cute little blonde sitting morosely in the corner and ordered her to stand up. She was certainly a sexy little thing. Smitty said, "That's Tammy Whore. She is only nineteen. According to my arrest report, which I will file if she gives us any problems, she is 5'6" and weighs one hundred pounds. Her measurements are 34C-26-28 and she tells me that her hair is that strawberry blonde color naturally. We shall soon find out for ourselves if that is true or not." "Just so there is no misunderstanding, in case any of you have a problem with what we are going to be doing here and want out, Tammy Whore is submitting to me but she will not be fucking us willingly and I suppose that a gung ho prosecutor could make a case that this is rape. I doubt it, but it is possible." Smitty turned to Tammy and asked, "But you aren't going to be saying anything to anyone, are you Tammy Whore?" She looked like she was going to be sick but she shook her head despondently. Smitty said, "Okay guys. If anyone wants out before the fun and games begin this is the time." I looked around and saw the eager looks on the faces of the men and I knew that no one was leaving. Smitty already had his movie camera set up on the tripod. He went over and turned it on and pointed it at Tammy and said, "Dave, why don't you ask your slave to undress Tammy for us. I can't wait to see what this skinny little bitch looks like naked." I nodded to Inga and I noticed for the first time how nervous she looked. We had discussed the possibility of her having to eat a pussy while she was here. But she had never done it and she was looking pretty uncomfortable now that the possibility was a reality. She moved over in front of Tammy and started to remove her top. I ordered her to stop and move around behind the girl so that we could enjoy the show. Inga moved behind Tammy and began to slowly pull the young lesbian's top off. Smitty yelled at Tammy to open her eyes and look into the camera as Inga undressed her. Inga pulled the girl's top off and tossed it onto a nearby chair. Tammy didn't even bother to cover her breasts which were encased in a thin, lacy, see-through bra. Inga reached around and unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down. She squatted down behind Tammy and displayed her own pussy as her skirt pulled up. We all noticed but everyone was interested in watching Tammy right now. Inga pulled her jeans down slowly, uncovering a sexy little pair of panties that matched her lacy bra. Inga lifted each of Tammy's feet and pulled her sandals and the jeans off. She stood back up and unfastened the bra and let it slide down to the girls elbows. As she slipped the bra off I noticed the look on her face. She was getting a kick out of the fact that Tammy was about to get raped and she was helping! Once Tammy's tits were uncovered, Smitty said, "Inga, those things have been trapped in that damned bra for hours. Why don't you massage them a little and help poor Tammy to relax a little?" Inga reached around and for what was probably the first time she held another woman's tits in her hand. She rubbed and squeezed and pulled and while she did that I watched her face. She was really getting into this and I loved that about her. I had planned on letting her leave when her two weeks were up. But the longer she was here the more I was having second thoughts about that. I was really starting to think that I could talk my wife into assuming joint ownership of this little beauty. And watching her now with Tammy I was starting to think that she might enjoy that herself. But it was too early to be worried about any of that now. We watched as Inga explored and teased Tammy's tits for a few minutes and then I said, "Inga, run your hands down over her sweet ass and then put your hand over that hot little cunt mound and tell me if you think she is getting turned on." Inga smiled and ran her hands down and around and cupped Tammy's firm little ass for a moment before she reached around and pulled Tammy back against her. She slid her hand down and rubbed and then cupped that mound that was protruding so sexily. Inga held her firmly and then rested her head against Tammy's and said, "She feels very hot. She has very little hair, just a tiny little strip. I can feel some dampness but she has been wearing these panties all day and I can't be sure if the dampness is because I am undressing her and feeling her up in front of all of you or if it is just sweat from her long day." I chuckled and said, "Well, I think we need to be sure, don't you? Why don't you reach inside those sexy panties and tell us what you find?" Inga moved her hand up to the waist of Tammy's panties and gently worked her fingers under the elastic. She slid her hand down inside and we saw her hand come to rest over Tammy's mound again. Tammy jumped and we knew that Inga was inserting her finger into her captured lesbian friend's vagina. We watched the movement, discreetly covered by the lacy silk underwear and waited until Inga smiled and said, "I think Tammy likes me." Several of the men laughed at the way she said it. Most, however, were so involved in the anticipation of fucking young Tammy that Inga's little joke went right over their heads. I was about to order Inga to remove the panties but she began to slide them down on her own. It seems that Inga is a natural born rapist. She pulled her fingers out of Tammy's pussy and held them up to show us how wet they were. She held them up for a minute and then she sniffed them for a second and then tentative licked at her fingers to evaluate the taste. She stuck the fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean and then said, "She tastes just like me!" Then she squatted down again and slowly pulled Tammy's panties off. Once Tammy was naked Inga stood up and said, "Tammy, would you help me now?" Tammy looked over at Smitty and Smitty nodded. Smitty glanced at me and we were both grinning like dirty old men. But it's okay. We are dirty old men. It took Tammy very little time to remove Inga's crop top and her tiny little skirt. She saw the pierced nipples and that didn't bother her. When she saw that tattoo though, she got worried all over again. When they were naked I had them face each other and kiss for a little while. As they were kissing I told the guys about the five teenage boys that Inga had sucked off, twice, after lunch. Smitty asked, "Tammy, can you taste that? Do you taste the cum that Inga swallowed earlier?" Tammy broke the kiss and said, "No. I don't taste anything." Smitty said, "Well, don't worry. You are going to get to taste plenty of cum before you leave here tomorrow." Tammy shuddered in obvious revulsion but she didn't say anything. She just placed her lips back on Inga's and returned to the passionate kiss that they had been sharing. I could see that Inga was becoming even more turned on than she had been when she was molesting and undressing Tammy. The guys were enjoying it too. I'm including myself in that statement. I loved the way those two beautiful women looked standing there naked with their bodies pressed together and kissing passionately. I thought that it was a shame that there wasn't someone operating the camera. But I sure as hell wasn't going to be bothered with it. Then I remembered the camera club. I bet Al would be more than happy to provide us with a decent, professional quality film if we took the girls down to his place and had them put on a show for some of his customers. We watched them for a few minutes longer and then Smitty tossed them a blanket and instructed them to stretch it out on the floor. When it was in place they didn't wait to be told. They stretched out on the blanket and started making out like a couple of teenagers. Come to think of it, Tammy is a teenager! Inga wasn't the least bit reluctant. She was obviously aroused as she kissed and explored Tammy's sexy body. Tammy was about ten years younger but you couldn't tell it from looking at them. They were both young and firm and sexy and just about perfect. Tammy soon took the lead and pushed Inga over onto her back and started kissing her way down her body. If I remembered our conversations correctly, Inga said that she had never been with a woman before. But she was certainly enjoying the way Tammy was working her body. Tammy was careful around the fresh piercings and the tattoo but she was thorough and her lips and her tongue explored every inch of Inga's hot body before concentrating on her dripping wet pussy. Once she had gotten involved in pleasing Inga, Tammy had seemed to forget all about the horny men staring intently at her naked body as she and Inga put on the sexiest show we had ever seen. I couldn't wait to see how her attitude changed when the men started shoving their cocks in her mouth and her pussy. I wondered if she had ever been with a man. It didn't matter but I was curious. Tammy really knew what she was doing. Inga started cumming quickly. She had one long, loud orgasm after another until finally she couldn't take it anymore and she reached down and pushed Tammy's head away. She gasped, "Please! No more! I can't take any more!" Tammy lifted her head and smiled at Inga. She kissed her thighs and her belly softly as Inga came down from her sex high. While Inga caught her breath Tammy moved back up beside her and they kissed again as Tammy cupped and gently caressed Inga's tits. It took a moment for Inga to recover. After she caught her breath she pushed Tammy onto her back and started kissing her way down Tammy's body. She seemed fascinated by Tammy's tits. Tammy's tits were nearly identical to Inga's. Both sets were very nice. They were firm and perky and perfectly shaped. As Inga's lips began to explore them it was soon apparent that they were also very sensitive. Inga was discovering how much fun it was to explore a beautiful female body and she liked what she was finding. She was going to have to hurry it up though. The men were horny as hell and ready to do more than watch. I had seen porn movies in the past with scenes between two women. They couldn't compare with watching it up close and personal in real life. These two women were much sexier than the average star of the average porn film. And nobody was faking anything here. The sights and sounds and smells were all authentic and I couldn't wait to get my cock in one of these two sexy women. We all enjoyed watching Tammy go crazy as Inga ate her pussy enthusiastically. I was surprised at how easily Tammy seemed to forget that there was a large audience of horny old men waiting to ravish her body, myself included. Inga ate Tammy's pussy for a long time. Tammy was still cumming when Smitty decided that he couldn't wait any longer. He undressed and then he nudged Inga with his toe. Inga looked almost disappointed when she saw that she was being replaced between Tammy's legs. She got to her knees and moved out of the way reluctantly. As soon as she had moved back, Smitty reached down and rolled Tammy over and lifted her up onto her hands and knees. Tammy didn't seem to realize what was going on at first. There was a glazed look in her eyes when she turned back to see what was going on behind her. When she realized that Smitty was poised to enter her with his hard cock she exclaimed, "No! Oh no, please. I can't do this. I've changed my mind!" Smitty held onto her hips and said, "Too fucking bad bitch. I haven't changed my mind. I've never fucked a lesbian before. I'm looking forward to this. I did my part. I kept you from going to prison for ten years. Now you are going to do your part. If you would prefer we can tie you up first. It doesn't matter to me. But you are going to fuck and suck every man here as many times as we can get it up." Tammy was still struggling as Smitty pushed his hips forward and his cock entered her pussy in one long violent stroke. She screamed wordlessly at first and then kept crying out, "No, no, no," over and over as Smitty started raping her from behind. I looked around and saw that the men waiting their turns had no sympathy for her. They were all waiting their turns anxiously. Inga was sitting near them, close enough that she could reach out and touch Tammy's shoulder. What surprised me was that she was watching and obviously enjoying the torment that Tammy was suffering. The idea of raping this young teenage lesbian seemed to be turning her on as much as it was the rest of us. It was quite a while before anyone got up the nerve to stick a cock in Tammy's mouth. I understood perfectly. I knew that I wasn't going to be the first. But finally Nathan got to his knees in front of her and lifted her head up using a handful of her blonde hair. Tammy gasped in pain at first, then again when she saw the long, black cock right in her face. She stared at it in obvious fear while Nathan sidled a little closer. He tapped her face to get her attention and he asked, "Have you ever sucked a cock before, bitch?" Tammy didn't answer at first. I was watching her face and it looked like the words didn't even register on her brain. Nathan waited a few seconds and then he gripped his cock in his fist and slapped her face with it a couple of times. She couldn't pull away. Smitty was still fucking her violently from behind. Nathan repeated his question and in an anguished voice Tammy answered, "Oh god no! Please, don't make me do that." Nathan sounded so sympathetic when he said, "But sweetheart, we'll be here all night if you don't start doubling up. Besides, this is an important part of your education. Now, I want you to purse your lips and give me a nice big kiss." He placed the head of his large cock right in front of her lips. She seemed to be trying to shake her head but he held her tight and gripped her hair a little tighter. She grimaced in pain and her mouth opened but Nathan didn't push his cock in yet. He just smiled and said, "Come on sweetheart. You know you can't win this battle. There are eight men here and you are probably going to end up sucking all of us off before you leave here. You might as well get started." Tears were pouring down her cheeks as she finally gave in and touched her lips to the head of his cock. Once she had done it the first time he made her do it several more times before he ordered her to lick it. She was just sticking her tongue out to lick the head of Nathan's drooling cock when Smitty tightened his grip on her hips and sped up and flooded her pussy with cum. We all watched the horror on her face when she realized what had just happened. It was immediately followed by resignation and she began licking Nathan's cock as Smitty pulled his cock slowly out of her pussy. I had already undressed and since I had provided one of the two women I felt entitled to go second. As soon as Smitty moved I took his place. As I started sliding my cock into her Smitty was standing beside Inga and getting his cock cleaned in her mouth. He smiled at me and said, "I don't know if she's ever had a cock in her before or not. That was some damn fine pussy though, tight as hell!" I had to agree with him. She was definitely tight. But I think what turned me on so much was how much she hated letting men use her body this way. I started thrusting into her as I watched Nathan forcing more and more of his cock into her mouth. She was choking and gagging on Nathan's big dick. It looked like he was trying to force it down her throat. Each time he tried to enter her throat her pussy clamped down on my cock like you wouldn't believe. Even with all the fucking and sucking I had enjoyed since Inga arrived I knew that I wasn't going to last long. Nathan finally managed to force his cock into her throat and he held her with her face pressed against his stomach and shot his cum right down her throat. Her struggles at that final indignity set me off and I filled her pussy with another load of hot cum. I got up after I finished shooting my load inside of Tammy and moved around to let Inga clean my cock. She didn't look happy about it but she didn't argue. Jim was about to take my place behind Tammy and he was standing there staring at her dripping snatch. He watched Inga sucking my cock clean for a moment and then he asked, "Can I borrow that for a minute?" I didn't know what he meant at first. Then it struck me what he had in mind and I nudged Inga over to Jim. He guided her between Tammy's legs and pushed her face down towards the red, swollen, cum covered slit in front of her. After everything that Inga had done or had done to her since she arrived I was surprised at how reluctant she was to place her mouth over Tammy's cum covered cunt. But although she did so reluctantly she none-the-less didn't refuse as Jim pushed her into position. As soon as her lips came into contact with Tammy's cunt Inga started licking and sucking her clean. I couldn't see her face but I saw her gag several times as she cleaned the cum out of her new friend's cunt. Before anyone else could stick their cock in Tammy's mouth I placed my hand under her chin and lifted her face. She had a slightly dazed look on her face. I asked, "Have you ever had sex with a man before?" She stared at me for a long moment before my question seemed to sink in and she finally responded, "Once. I tried it when I was fifteen. It was just as bad as I thought it would be. Men are pigs." Several of the men chuckled and I responded, "That wasn't very diplomatic. But I suppose it is largely true when it comes to sweet young pussy." I gently removed my hand from her chin and moved back to watch as the rest of the guys took their turns with Tammy. Inga had it nearly as hard as Tammy did though. She had to suck the guys clean after they fucked Tammy and after every second or third fuck she had to clean her up again. She was rewarded from time to time though. When all of the guys had had a turn Inga and Tammy put on another little show for us. They both were able to reach orgasm. I was surprised. I didn't think Tammy would be able to, not tonight. After the girl-girl show we went around again. I tried Tammy's mouth the second time. She didn't actually suck anyone's cock. She opened her mouth and allowed the guys to take turns fucking her face. By the time we had all gone around twice both girls were a mess. Several of the guys had managed to cum all over Inga while she was doing her clean up duties. Nathan even fucked her once while she was bent down sucking Tammy's cunt clean. We were all pretty surprised when Inga had an orgasm. We had been drinking beer throughout the evening and we decided that for the grand finale we would put the girls in the bathtub and give them a nice, warm, pungent shower. Inga knew what was coming but Tammy didn't realize what was about to happen until she was sitting beside Inga in the tub with her back against the far wall of the tub and her legs spread out. She saw four naked men standing in front of her and Inga while someone aimed the movie camera at them. She saw the men lean forward and stroke their cocks. I saw the realization spread across her face and she screamed, "NO! That's not…you can't do that!" She was wrong of course. There were a few weak spurts of hot piss and then there were four strong streams of it washing over both women. Inga sat, resigned to her fate. Tammy had to be yelled at several times. The guys enjoyed her reaction and she became the main target. Four strong streams of piss hosed her down from head to toe. Tammy finally gave up and slumped in the tub as the four men finished pissing on her. She had her eyes closed but when the streams weren't hitting her directly in the face I could see the tears pouring out of her eyes and running down her piss covered cheeks. When the first four men finished I stepped up to the tub with Smitty, Jim and Jerome. One of the other guys took the camera from Smitty and we got ready to repeat the process. As four more streams of urine began to flow over the two women Smitty said, "Tammy, open your mouth." Tammy shook her head violently and Smitty said, "Tammy, if you don't open your mouth I'll take you to a biker bar and chain you up to the urinals in the men's room for the rest of the night. You would really hate that Tammy." Tammy sobbed and opened her mouth slightly. Smitty said, "Just a little more Tammy. That's a good girl." Tammy's mouth opened a little more and I watched three streams of urine being directed between her lips. I was directing my spray at Inga. I didn't want her to feel left out. When we were done we left the girls alone to take a shower and went out front and got dressed. It was still early evening but all of us old farts were worn out and done for the day. We talked about getting together and taking Tammy to the camera club tomorrow. Most of the guys couldn't make it until tomorrow evening though and Smitty had agreed to put little Tammy Whore back on a plane by then and let her make her way to Florida. The guys all left before the girls got back out. I stayed around and Smitty and I enjoyed their company for another hour or so before I took Inga home with me. I had all of Tammy I could take. She was really good looking but that constant scowl was irritating. Smitty hadn't decided if he was going to take her to the cameral club tomorrow before he let her go. I gave him the phone number to the place so he could call Al if he decided to take her. I stopped at the store on the way home to buy a couple of steaks. As we were walking through to the back of the store to look at the steaks Inga caught the eye of two teenage guys and they followed us to the back of the store. I could see their reflection in the glass that separated the meat counter from the butchers in the back. They were staring at Inga's ass like they had never seen a sexy woman before. I picked up a couple of rib eye steaks and headed for the cashier. Just before we reached the two boys I stopped and asked, "Haven't you guys ever seen a woman before?" They looked embarrassed but before they could say anything I reached over and pulled Inga's top up over her tits and said, "Go ahead, take a good look." Inga turned bright red but their reaction was worth it. I had to laugh when I saw the looks on their faces. They were probably sixteen or seventeen and it was obvious that they were never going to be the same. It was getting late and the store wasn't crowded but I didn't want to piss off some soccer mom so I said, "If you guys meet us outside I'll let you fuck her before I take her home." I grabbed Inga's arm and we were half way to the front of the store before she realized her tits were still hanging out. She quickly pulled her top down just as a mother and her teenage daughter turned the corner and headed up the aisle towards us. I paid for the steaks and we went to the car. I opened the back door and pushed Inga down over the seat and lifted her little skirt up. Her beautiful ass looked pretty bright in the moonlight. The boys were right behind me and I think they finally realized that I had been serious when they saw her bent over like that and waiting for them. The tallest boy stepped forward and stared at her ass for a second before asking, "This is for real?" I smiled and said, "Put your hand on that pretty ass and tell me if it feels real to you." He glanced around quickly and pulled his zipper down and his hard cock out. He needed Inga's help to line his cock up but soon he was fucking away like a rabbit right there in the middle of the parking lot. The kid didn't last two minutes and before he had his cock back in his pants the younger of the two kids was already pounding away at Inga's pussy. Inga had a thing for older men and being made available to young boys like this really embarrassed her. I suppose that was why I enjoyed it so much. The second boy lasted just about as long as the first one had and they thanked me profusely as they hurried away. It was kind of funny. They had never said one word to Inga in that entire time. I handed Inga a towel to sit on and we went home. I grilled the steaks and we had a salad and a nice wine with them. After we ate I asked her how she felt about what had happened to her tonight, about sex with another woman. Inga thought about her answer for a moment and then said, "We talked about this in our chats before I came here. Having sex with another woman was one of those things that I had fantasized about but never had the nerve or the opportunity to try. I was not that fond of eating her out after all those men fucked her but I enjoyed having sex with her. The other part, the cleaning her pussy with my mouth, well, that was the sort of nasty thing that turns me on to be forced into doing. I'd just as soon not have to do it again. It was pretty disgusting." I watched her move around the kitchen in the nude as she cleaned up after we ate. In our chats I had teased her with the idea of selling her to a big black pimp when I was done with her or to a whorehouse in Mexico. I wouldn't actually do that and I'm pretty sure she realized it. I was starting to think about keeping her though. She had a boyfriend but she wasn't married and not she was not that fond of her job. I don't know what sort of hassle we would have with immigration. But I had enjoyed the time she had been here. I like having someone to play these nasty little sex games with. Having a sex slave had turned out to be just as exciting as I thought it would. While I had watched her eating Tammy's cunt I started to wonder if I might be able to convince my wife to give owning a sex slave a chance. My sex life with my wife had become all but non-existent over the last few years. I knew that my wife found women attractive. I believed her when she said that she had never been with a woman. But I wondered what her reaction would be to having the services of a pretty younger woman like Inga. There was the off chance that she would be all pissed off and storm out. But she had always been pretty open- minded. I was starting to think it would be worth the gamble. Hell. If my wife got pissed and stormed out I would still have Inga. My wife is a pretty good looking old broad but if you stood the two of them side by side any man in his right mind would pick Inga. I didn't want to have to choose between them though. The more I thought about it the more I thought it was worth a try to get my wife to stick around and experiment a little. The next morning we relaxed and had coffee and waited to see if Smitty would call and invite us to Al's club. He did call but said that he had been unable to set anything up before the time he had agreed upon to release Tammy at the airport and allow her to continue on to Orlando. Since there was not going to be another lesbian sex show I made Inga put on a tiny skirt and revealing top and we went out on the bike to see what kind of fun we could find. I rode out of town to a biker bar that was almost half way to a popular golf and beach resort area about ninety miles up the coast. The bar was known for some of the wild parties that took place there, especially during bike week. It was out in the middle of nowhere and the authorities left them pretty much alone. They usually had a loud if not all that talented band playing once or twice a week and on the weekends. Most of the tables were outside around the back. They got a mix of customers there. There were a lot of the weekend bikers that came out for a couple of beers or stopped on the way up the coast. Although they don't mix that often, this place was also popular with the fringe bikers, the one percenters. The Hells Angels types. Usually the majority of the customers were the weekend biker types. They were doctors and lawyers and Indian chiefs and they could afford a Harley and loved to ride but were no different than the guys riding around in a four door sedan except they were usually a little more independent and a little more ballsy. There were some of those there this afternoon but there was also an unusually large number of the other kind and they were making the weekenders uncomfortable. When I saw what kind of crowd was there I decided to just have one beer and head out. I wasn't looking for any trouble. Unfortunately, they were. We sat at an empty table and ordered a beer. Once our drinks were delivered, two very large, very muscular very rough looking men came over and introduced themselves. They had noticed the slutty outfit that Inga was wearing and it was like dangling raw meat in front of lion. They pulled the two empty chairs out and sat down on either side of Inga. She looked scared to death, justifiably. I looked around and saw that the loud group of bikers that these two were partying with had all turned to watch. I knew we were on our own here. The weekend bikers saw that there was going to be trouble and they were quickly sneaking out and taking off. I couldn't have won in a fight with the two that had sat down at our table but I could have done some damage before they kicked my ass. However, there was no way that I was going to take on close to two dozen outlaw bikers. I may be an old man but I am too young to die. One of the men leaned over and put his arm around Inga's shoulders and said, "Damn girl! I sure like that outfit! You look good enough to eat." Inga didn't respond. She cowered there and looked up at me, even though she knew that there was nothing that I could do for her now. If we couldn't talk these guys into behaving themselves, and I really didn't think that was going to happen, then Inga was in for another gangbang. Only this time there would be no rules and no one to say "You can't do that" when they started getting out of hand. These were a bunch of big, ugly, very mean motherfuckers and people didn't tell them "no." They didn't look at me at first. They leered at Inga and made crude comments about her body. I started to try to talk our way out of this but as soon as I opened my mouth they glared at me and the larger man sitting on Inga's right said, "Nobody's talking to you man. I suggest you keep your fucking mouth shut. If you think it's going to upset you to watch what is going to happen we can always make you unconscious. It don't matter much to us. But she's gonna get what she was asking for when she came in here dressed like a fucking slut. Whether you walk out of here when it's over or get carried out, that's up to you." After that they totally ignored me. They were both large men and they dwarfed poor Inga. They leaned down and kissed her on either side of her face and I saw her jump when their hands slid up under her top and began to grope her tits. She didn't say a word though. She didn't resist either, not at first. One of the bikers that was groping her exclaimed, "Hot damn! Look at that!" He pulled her top up over her breasts and grabbed one of her rings and started twisting and pulling. She screamed in pain and grabbed his wrist. That was when it started to get real ugly. The biker yelled at her to put her arms down but she was in too much pain to pay any attention to him. She continued to struggle with him. The rest of the group got up and crowded closer to get a good look at Inga's exposed charms. The two men who had begun to molest her stood up and pulled her to her feet. In seconds her clothes were gone and large, rough hands were all over her. She struggled and cried out for someone to help her. I knew that I had no chance but I couldn't just sit there. I jumped to my feet with the intention of doing a little damage before they could stop me. I never got a chance. I hadn't even noticed the two giants behind me. They grabbed me and twisted my arms behind my back and forced me back down into my seat. They held me down and someone came up with some rope and tied me to my chair. The rest of them had been ignoring me. They continued to grope and fondle Inga and comment crudely on her body and its new decorations. I looked around and saw that everyone was gone now. It was just me and Inga and the outlaw bikers. There wasn't going to be anyone to put a stop to it. Someone picked up our beers and poured them both over my head and tossed the bottles away. Inga was picked up and roughly thrown down on the table. Two of the rough looking biker chicks that were with these guys grabbed Inga's arms and held her down and the men started pulling their cocks out. The two men that had come over and started it all went first. One of them bent down and stuck his fat tongue into her and licked her pussy a couple of times. With that little bit of lubrication he placed the fat knob of his big cock against her and shoved it inside of her violently. She screamed in pain and the other guy had been ready and waiting for that. As soon as her mouth opened to scream he slammed his cock into her mouth and straight down her throat. The others, I didn't count them but there were roughly two dozen of them, gathered around and cheered their friends on. They were all very rough. It was obvious that half the fun was torturing her, hurting her. She struggled with them until the first two men came in her and the second two stepped up and began to rape her. By then she was exhausted and she had known all along how futile her struggles were. It went on for nearly two hours. They all raped her and several of them raped her more than once. That would have been bad enough. It was about to get worse. They had seen the piercings and the obvious tattoo over her pussy before the rapes started. It wasn't until about the fourth or fifth man to rape her pushed her legs down against her breasts so that he could rape her ass that they noticed the tattoos on the bottoms of her feet. They got a big kick out of that. As the man forced his cock into her ass they talked about inviting her to their clubhouse so that she could put on a show for them. That would have been pretty bad but one of the guys in the back said, "Fuck that! We don't have to go somewhere for that. Look over there!" He was directing everyone's attention to the horses in a nearby corral. The two men that had started all of this put their cocks away and one of them said, "Come on man. Let's go see if one of them horses has a set of balls." For the first time I realized that the owner of the bar was among the crowd of rapists. He was lined up and waiting his turn. They were his horses. He lived in a trailer in back of the bar and kept a half a dozen horses. He called out to the men, "Not them. Look in the stable. There's a stallion in there that I brought in for stud." The bikers grinned and headed for the small stable. They were back in a few minutes leading a very large, very black horse. The horse was not all that friendly to start with. It wasn't a pet. But as they led him towards the raucous gangbang the loud noise was making him very skittish. They kept the horse nearby and tried to keep him calm as the gang rape continued. When the bikers and the club owner had all had their fill and stood back, Inga was lying nearly unconscious on the table. Someone poured a cold beer over her face and she seemed to realize that she wasn't being held down any longer. She groaned and looked around to see if it was over. She had not been aware that they had brought the horse over and when she saw it I thought she was going to faint. She struggled to sit up and when she finally managed one of the bikers pulled her to her feet. She groaned in pain and begged them to leave her alone. It was music to their ears. They pulled her around behind the horse and one of them lifted the horse's tail. There were a lot of admiring comments and crude jokes about the huge testicles they uncovered before two of the men twisted Inga's arms up behind her back and one of them grabbed her pony tail and guided her face down to the animal's balls. The horse didn't know what was going on and he was obviously nervous. But when Inga finally gave in to the biker's demands and stuck out her tongue the horse seemed to calm down. The sensations she was causing him were obviously pleasant. It was unlikely that he had ever experienced sex with a human female before and he had certainly never had a blowjob. But he liked what was happening so far. They let go of Inga's hair but they insisted that she continue what she was doing. Her mouth was probably sore from being face fucked by a dozen bikers but even though she was nearly delirious now she had learned not to fight these men. Her face was pressed against the large animal's balls and her tongue moved over them until one of the biker chicks exclaimed, "Jesus! He's getting a fucking hard on! Would you look at the size of that thing!" They kept a tight hold on the animal's bridle and pushed and shoved at Inga until she was on her knees under the horse. One of the biker chicks grabbed the horse's big, ugly cock and rubbed it all over Inga's face. She was forced to lick the malformed head of that huge thing and then her lips were forced down around it. They could only force just the very end of it into her mouth so she couldn't really suck the animal's cock. Instead, two of the biker chicks began to masturbate the horse with their hands. The horse was nervous and not really sure what was going on. But despite the distraction of the loud and rowdy bikers he was a male animal and his cock was being stimulated. There is a pretty universal reaction to that. It took a long time and the two women beating the horses meat had to be replaced by another pair before he finally began to fill Inga's mouth with a river of horse cum. Inga choked and gagged and finally managed to pull her head away from the horse's cock. But she couldn't get out of the way and the damned thing was spraying like a fire hose. Her face and her chest were quickly covered in a thick, white cream. The men took their hands away and she slumped there under the horse's belly, covered in horse cum and crying quietly. One of the men pushed her roughly out from under the horse with his boot and led the horse away. Now that the fun was over none of them wanted to touch her. They all pulled their pants up and left. We heard the roar of their bikes starting up and racing off. Once they were all gone the owner came over and stood in front of me. He stared down at me for a long time and finally he asked, "Am I going to have a problem with you?" I could have kicked his ass. But what would be the point now? I shook my head and said, "Just untie me." He studied me for a minute longer and then he went around behind me and untied me. I sat there for a moment rubbing my arms. The ropes had been so tight that I had lost circulation in my arms. I could hardly lift them. While I was rubbing my arms the guy pointed out a pipe coming up out of the ground with a short length of hose attached. I got up and went over to Inga and knelt down beside her. I asked, "Are you alright?" She didn't even seem to hear me. I helped her to sit up and it was obvious that every move she made was painful. But I needed to get that crap off of her. I hoped that she would feel a little more human once she was clean. I got to my feet and pulled her up. She cried out as I lifted her but she didn't resist. I guided her to the hose and turned the water on. I put my hand under the water coming out. It seemed awfully cold. Then I spotted the horse trough. The water in there had been in the sun all day and it wasn't the same as a nice hot bath but it would be warmer than this. I ignored the protests of the bar owner and guided her to the trough and helped her into it. I took my shirt off and used it to gently scrub her body as clean as I could. She didn't help but she didn't resist. When she was as clean as I could get her I said, "Okay Inga. That's the best I can do here. Let's go home and take a hot bath." She looked up at me and said, "Fuck I hate horses!" I tried not to laugh as I helped her out of the water and over to where her clothes were still lying on the ground. I through my shirt away and then I helped her dress. She was having so much trouble walking that I carried her back around front to the bike. I made sure that she was going to be able to hang on behind me and I got on and drove us home. It was dark now and she put her arms around me and leaned against my back for comfort and warmth all the way back to town. I was surprised once more at her resilience. She was nearly recovered, at least mentally, by the time we got home. She said that she could make it upstairs on her own but she was light as a feather and I didn't mind carrying her. I picked her up and carried her up to the bathroom and ran a nice hot tub for her. She soaked while I went and got her a strong drink and some more Tylenol. Then I washed her with soap and shampoo. When she was clean I went down and got us both another drink and I sat with her until the water in the tub was too cool and she wanted out. I dried her off and took her into the bedroom. I stretched her out on the bed and asked her if she wanted anything. It had been a long time since our last meal but she assured me wryly that her stomach was full. I joined her in bed and she went to sleep in my arms. We took it easy for the rest of the week and let Inga's piercings and tattoos heal. We went out a lot and I saw to it that a large portion of the adult male population had a chance to enjoy the sight of her beautiful body. But I didn't subject her to any more gangbangs or rough animal rapes. I also avoided biker bars that were frequented by the one percenters. As the end of the week approached she seemed to be getting antsy and I wasn't sure if that was because she was anxious to go home or because she was ready for more of the rough sex she had enjoyed earlier. Finally I decided to take a chance. On Friday I spent the day showing her off and shopping for a few more sexy outfits. At the end of the day we returned to the restaurant on the creek and had a light supper on the deck. After we ate we sat there and enjoyed watching the sun go down and the shrimp boats coming up the creek to unload their catch. I had made up my mind about letting Inga return to Germany. I would not force her to stay of course. But I had been trying to think of the best way to tell her that I wanted her to stay and I didn't think that asking her would work. So, as we were enjoying our after dinner drink I said, "Inga, I have decided to keep you. When my wife returns on Sunday I am going to tell her all about you. I think she will stay and I think she will get a kick out of using you. If she doesn't, well, that will be a shame." The next move was hers. She almost looked relieved. She smiled and said, "I was afraid you were going to make me go home." That was easy! But I thought that now was the time to burn her bridges. I took her straight home. We went into the living room and I stripped her clothes off roughly and bent her over a chair. I dropped my pants and entered her from behind. I started fucking her slowly and once I got a good rhythm going I said, "Okay Inga, pick up the phone and call you boyfriend and tell him that you are not coming home. Tell him you are my cunt, my slut. I own you and I am keeping you." She hesitated for a moment. But she picked up the phone and began dialing. She spoke in German so I didn't understand much of what was said. The conversation lasted several minutes and before she hung up the phone I made sure that she told him that she was getting fucked while she was talking to him. That was the end of the conversation. He hung up on her. The surprising thing was that when my wife got home she was just as easy to convince as Inga had been. There has been some adjustment to be made. We have worked out our roles over the last few months. We still have parties at Smitty's from time to time and my wife has been to several of them. She operates the camera and watches but so far she hasn't taken part. I'm hoping she'll get into the spirit and come around though. I would love to see her taking on some of my friends. She has also come with me to the camera club and watched another animal movie being made. Inga even allowed herself to be talked into putting out for the pony again. She didn't do it willingly but when ordered to do so she obeyed. We had Jim's help in finding an immigration attorney to make Inga legal. While he didn't come right out and say it, it was clear from talking to him that there was only one way to handle the problem of immigration. So Inga is marrying Smitty. They won't be living together or anything. They will just get married long enough to allow her to get her citizenship. She will still be living in my home and going to bed with me and my wife. The End To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you. Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 56