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joans training 03
I found the first two chapters of this posted by Anonymous, on an adult BBS before the days of the Internet. I have added 8 more chapters to this story.
If you think you've read this before, keep on reading as it has grown and grown.
This contains ,Forced Sex, Oral sex, sex, sex, and sex.
DO NOT continue if you are not of legal age in your area ~!
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Joan’s Training
Part 3
I had spent the rest of that weekend in a daze. Saturday
afternoon when I got home, I immediately took off the clothes
Gloria had sent me away in, and threw them into the garbage in
the garage. I tried to sleep. Although I had not slept in a day
and a half, I was still to upset. I wandered around the house,
but couldn't seem to sit down. About 6:30 I ran some water for a
bath. As I lay there I began to relax. When I moved I realized
how sore I was. I think it was than that the shock wore off and
the full import of what had happened hit me. I had been raped,
not just raped but gang-raped. Not by strangers in some alley,
but by friends, and neighbors, less than two blocks from my home.
Not knowing where to turn, or what to do I moved from the tub to
my bed and eventually drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up Sunday I was still in kind of a funk. It was
a cold clear day and I forced myself to clean up around the
house, etc. in preparation for my families return from Tom's
parents. I thought about Friday night. That was the first time
I had sex with anyone other than my husband. I was ashamed
to admit it, but the worst part was the humiliation. The sex
with the had been degrading but ..............
When Tom and the kids got there I tried to act cheerful and
welcome them back. Karen immediately stated that she was going
to run over to see Pete. I lost control. I yelled at her, told
her that she was not going anywhere. Everyone stared at me,
Karen looked shocked but said nothing. Tom took me aside and
asked me if I was alright. I said yes, there was nothing wrong.
He went over to Karen and told her to wait until after dinner to
leave. While she was gone I was scared silly. What would she
find out over there? I did not know at the time if Pete or Chris
knew what had happened to me, it was so crazy I did not know
what
to think.
The next few days went slowly. Tom repeatedly asked me what
was wrong but I could not tell him. He could never understand.
I know I was acting strangely but could not help myself. We
tried to make love several times. Each time Tom would try to
approach me I kept thinking about that Friday night. The one
time we did make love I remember comparing his lovemaking to
Craig's brutal intercourse. I didn't enjoy Tom that night at
all.
It was so cold so dispassionate, I think Tom finally got the
message. 10 days later, about 7:00 one night I came down stairs
and heard people talking in the living room. "What happened last
weekend, she hasn't been the same since?" There was an edge on
Tom's voice when he spoke. "She seemed all right Friday night
when she left". That was Dave speaking, Gloria spoke up. "Steve
and Marie Daniels left with her, they were going to drop her off
since it was pretty late. I talked to Marie last week and she
didn't mention anything". "Why don't we all get together
Saturday? Maybe she's just depressed and a little get together
will cheer her up." Tom agreed that might be a good idea.
Gloria mentioned that she would try and invite a few other
people and would talk to Tom later in the week to set it up. I
realized that if someone saw me standing here they would notice
that I had been eavesdropping. I went on down into the living
room. Gloria and Dave were there with Tom. Gloria smiled
warmly
and mentioned that since she hadn't heard from me in a while they
thought they would stop by. I mumbled hello, and sat next to
Tom. We sat and talked for about 45 minutes. Everything seemed
so, so...normal. After they left I wondered if that night had
really happened. I wanted to forget and they acted as if nothing
had changed.
I tried to talk Tom out of going but he was adamant.
Saturday morning came and I saw that I had no choice. I
pretended to be sick, and that was not far from the truth but the
kids were eager to leave and Tom seemed intent on dragging me
there. I put on some jeans and a blouse and we left to walk over
there. As we walked down the street I took stock of my family.
Tom was 36, a fairly successful attorney and his practice
was just beginning to come into its own. After some hard years
it looked like he was in the process of becoming one of the most
prominent local attorneys. He was 5'10", 175 lbs and stayed in
great shape. I was extremely proud of him. When I him I
had misgivings. He was a wonderful person, extremely dependable
and I knew he could take care of me but he was a little to staid,
too damn dependable. I realized as I looked at him that I had
made the right choice. I cared for him deeply and he was a
wonderful husband and father.
I looked at Karen my 14 year old. She was a sophomore in
high school, well behaved and normally easy to handle. Many of
my friends envied me because Karen and I seemed to have so few
problems. Her figure had been developing faster than I wanted to
see though, I worried about her. She went out with Pete,
Gloria's 16 year and I felt that he was to wild for he.
Scott my 12 year was skinny as a bean pole, a little
awkward but he was moving out of the awkward stage and I
was quite proud of him. Linda our youngest was 11, she was a little
monster, I loved her dearly though, she was my favorite. Tom
accused me of spoiling her. All in all I was extremely proud of
my family.
I looked up and saw that we had almost reached Gloria's
house. I was a little nervous, but Tom had told me that we could
leave after a little if I still didn't feel better. If he only
knew!!!
Dave met us at the door. Behind him stood Mona who had been
Karen and Scott's 5th grade teacher. I heard voices in the
living room and I saw Phil, Gloria's and a women I
didn't know.
While Dave introduced me to Phil and his date (Denise); Mona
took Tom off to the side and they appeared to be engaged in an
earnest discussion. The kids disappeared upstairs. I realized
that I was the only woman not wearing a skirt or a dress.
Gloria came out of the kitchen, welcomed us and asked if
Mona or I could give her a hand in the kitchen for a moment.
Mona grabbed my hand and almost dragged me into the kitchen.
Once there she placed her hand over my mouth while Gloria picked
up a cup of some bright sauce and splashed it on my white
blouse. Gloria spoke loudly, "I'm terribly sorry". She went on
for a moment while Mona relaxed her grip but kept a hand on my
arm and quietly said. "Cooperate with me Joan and today will be
fairly easy for you."
Before I could answer Mona pulled me out of the kitchen, I
tried to look embarrassed, not scared. I knew somehow that that
was how they wanted me to act while Gloria announced how
clumsy she was. Mona offered to take me home to change clothes, while
Gloria continued to act sympathetic and apologize. The show was
clearly for Tom's benefit. I understood from the pressure of
Mona's fingers that I was to accept her offer. I did.
She drove me the 2 blocks to my home silently. I asked her
what was going on, for a moment I was outraged but when she
offered to take me back and allow Gloria to tell Tom what I had
really done 2 weeks earlier I became a little scared (terrified)
and went along with her.
She pulled up into my driveway, I got out and began walking
towards the back door. She stopped me. "When you enter a
home alone you will use the back door, when you are with someone else,
you will ensure that they at least use the front".
I looked at her as if to ask what in the world but thought
better of it. She went up the stairs and straight into my
bedroom. I watched her as she went through my closet. She was
tall about 5'8", hair, blue eyes, single and about 31 or
32 years old. She had a good body and as I remembered she had
always liked to flaunt it. She was wearing a long black skirt,
but it was slit to mid thigh. I had seen when we had walked into
Gloria's home that Tom had noticed her. I had felt a tinge of
jealousy.
è After going through my closet for a moment she turned to me
and told me to get out all my skirts, pumps or heels, tan or
flesh covered hose, and sweaters. She would choose what I
was to wear.
I complied with her demand. As I bent down to get out my
shoes I bumped into her. She grabbed my hair and slapped my
twice across the face. She didn't hit me hard but I was shocked.
Tears rolled down my face. "Hurry up, if we don't get back in a
few minutes Gloria will be getting out the album she
created for you last week and showing Tom and your kids what a
good show you put on."
After I had laid everything out she picked out 2 pair of
shoes, plain black pumps and plain white ones, several pair of
panty hose and a sweater. She made me try on several skirts.
Finally she made me put on the black pumps, hose, a knee
length black skirt and a turtle neck. She put several
skirts, the white pumps and some hose into a shopping bag.
As she turned to go almost as an afterthought she told me to
show her what kind of sweaters Karen had. She picked out a
sweater that I had given Karen for her birthday, a beautiful
white angora sweater. She placed that in her shopping bag and we
left.
When we got back they were all sitting down to dinner.
Gloria sat Tom down at one table and Mona quickly grabbed the
empty seat to his right. I felt Phil's hand guide me to a seat
at the other table. I looked over at Tom, he smiled at me and
started to say something.
Right about then Mona placed her hand on his arm and he
turned to talk to her. I sat down between Phil and Denise. I
wasn't very hungry. I picked at my food.
Phil tried to make small talk and so did Denise. About halfway
through the dinner I felt Phil's hand on my leg. He started at
the knee and slid his hand between my skirt and leg. While
smiling at my and asking her about a party she had gone
to with Pete, he fondled my thigh up to my panties. We both
acted as if nothing was happening.
Denise looked at him and in a very sotto voice, told him to
"leave her alone,......for now" they both laughed at that and
after that they pretty much ignored me.
After dinner Gloria grabbed me and guided me into the
kitchen. I could hear Tom talking to Phil and Mona just outside
the door. She told me that Dave had something to show me. He
came up from the basement and motioned for me to follow him
down. I went down behind him, upstairs I could hear the voices of the
others.
He took me to the corner where I had spent the night two
weeks earlier. There was a blanket covering one wall. He
removed it, underneath there were dozens of pictures. They were
all of me, in the various stages of undress that I had been
forced to parade around in that night.
In the center there was a large color photo of me, topless,
on my knees, with my left hand around an erect penis, no more
than 3 inches from my face. was dripping off my face and
hand. My wedding ring could be clearly seen underneath. It
looked as if I was smiling. Next to that one there was a shot of
me wearing panties, pantyhose, black heels, and nothing else. I
was kneeling in the living room while 6 or 7 people sat on the
couches ignoring me. "Joan if you will cooperate today we won't
show these pictures to Tom. If at any time you cause any trouble
though, he will get the same tour that you received."
Numbly I turned away. I started to cry. "If he sees
something is wrong, we will have to assume you are not
cooperating. I will leave you alone here for a few moments but
we will be expecting you upstairs." He smiled at me, and reached
down and raised my skirt. He looked at my legs for a moment, as
if to show me that he had that power. He dropped my skirt and
left the basement without speaking again. After several minutes
I turned and walked up the stairs.