Mrs  Jim’s Revenge by Wolf Ferret (wolfferret@gmail.com)

M+/F, Grp, Interr, hetero, oral, anal, torture, abd, beast, scat, piss, forced pro

This is a work of sexual fiction and fantasy. All characters and actions are purely imaginary.

A teacher angers a powerful woman and pays the price.

Prologue:

Helen was in trouble. She didn’t know it yet but she was scheduled for a very unpleasant and prolonged set of experiences. She was a 30 year old high school teacher, about 5’ 4” tall, 120 pounds withcreamy white skin, dark brown shoulder length hair and brown eyes. Her figure would rate about 8 on a 1 to 10 scale. She liked to keep in shape with 2 or 3 weekly work outs at a gym.

Two years ago, she had met Jim during one of her workouts. He was wearing a wedding ring but that didn’t stop them from having an affair. The affair only lasted two months and then stopped by mutual consent. They still saw each other at the gym and occasionally had coffee together but the relationship was over. Helen didn’t give it a second thought. It was just one of the half dozen relationships she’d had since turning 20.

Helen didn’t know that Mrs Jim was awareof the affair.  Mrs Jim did not want a divorce but she did want revenge and she was a firm believer in the adage that “revenge is a dish best eaten cold.” She was a trust fund baby and had very large bank accounts completely separate from her husband’s money. She could have spent an idle life as a spoiled socialite but she preferred to have a career as a criminal lawyer. That gave her contacts with ruthless criminals who would do anything for money.

Mrs Jim told her criminal contacts that her plans for Helen included pain, humiliation and sex. Sex meant lots and lots of sex - vaginal, oral and anal, single, double and triple.  Most of the men should be black, brown or yellow. Any white men should be dirty and smelly and take Helen as roughly and brutally as they could. Mrs Jim spent an interesting few months web surfing BDSM sites.  She found some dungeon furniture which she wanted used on Helen and also found some videos that demonstrated her ideas.

Her criminal contacts hired a large gang who would provide the manpower. The gang was supplied with a video camera, the equipment and the videos. They were told that they must use the equipment but were also free to add their own ideas. But, aside from the gang rapes, Helen was not to receive serious injuries or broken bones or large permanent scars (nothing larger than a cigarette burn). They should try to keep Helen from getting AIDS but other STDs or pregnancy would be fine with Mrs Jim.

The gang didn’t know why they were being hired or who was providing the money. They were dealing with a man low on the pecking order of the crime syndicate. Mrs Jim was only known to the higher ups. The gang would just be following orders and enjoying themselves with a white bitch.

Once the arrangements were in place, Mrs Jim hired a private investigator to find out more about Helen. He learned that she was going to take a one month holiday during the summer school break. She also had the habit of taking early morning jogs through a park. Her standard wear was a sweatshirt and track pants.

Chapter 1: The Boys

Pickup was easy. A van parked near her usual jogging path, several men grabbing her as she jogged past, a rag in her mouth, a hood over her head and a heavy man sitting on her back until the van arrived at its destination. Her kidnappers dragged her out of the van and removed the hood and gag. She could see that she was in a large empty building.  It might have been a warehouse or an old abandoned factory. The windows were blacked out (Mrs Jim had said “keep her confused – don’t let her know if its day or night”) and there were no clocks around. Helen was crying and yelling

WHAT DO YOU WANT? LET ME GO!

The men took her watch and wallet and emptied her pockets. Then they put a 3“ highleather collar on her. It had leather manacles attached to the back. They twisted one of her arms and buckled her wrist into the manacle.  They did the same thing with her other arm. The wide collar reduced the pressure on her throat so that she would not choke or suffocate.

She was screaming in pain and begging them to release her but they merely stood around laughing at her. One of her captors seized her hair and pulled her head back. Another forced her mouth open while a third poured about 2 quarts of liquid down her throat.  She would later realize that it was a laxative.  The man holding her hair dragged her into another room.  It was a small, brightly lit roomcontaining a cage that was a cube2 1/2 feet on a side.  The top and bottom were made of sheet steel; the sides were made of steel bars. Chains on the top of the cage led to leather cuffs which were hanging inside. One side slid up to allow entrance. She was forced inside and the door padlocked.

The cage was too small to allow any comfort. All she could do was sit with her head bent and her knees drawn up. There was no way to reduce the pain in her arms and she soon found herself helplessly fouling her pants.

She wept while an eternity of pain and discomfort seemed to pass.  What was going on? Would anyone come for her or would she just die of hunger and thirst in this horrible cage? Her legs were cramping from the tight position before two black teenage boys pulled her out of the cage and back to the main room.

There were more black teenagers there – perhaps 10 in all. They laughed and jeered at her. “The white slut has shit in her pants.”

She was taken to what they called the tower. It was a steel poll with a hook near the top and a heavy metal base. Her arms were released from the manacle, she sighed with relief from the horrible pain but then her wrists were tied in front of her and her arms raised over her head by a rope attached to the hook. She was raised until she stood on tip toe. That allows the boys to remove her shoes and socks. They tied her ankles to hooks in the base. They adjusted a horizontal bar so that her hips were pushed forward. It was a very revealing position and they used a video camera to take pictures of her.

The comment “Let’s see what she looks like!” was followed by a sharp knife slicing off her sweatshirt and bra.  Helen had well developed breasts with prominent nipples. They amused themselves by pricking them with the point of the knife. She did a lot of screaming which just produced more laughter and jeers from the boys.

The next step was to cut off her pants and panties. The boys laughed at the sight of her shit on her pussy and bush and running down her legs. Her panties were full of shit and piss. The boys wiped them over her breasts and face.  They were tired of her screaming and gagged her by shoving the filthy panties into her mouth. They took more pictures of her naked, filthy body.

Now it was time for the fun part.  Most of the filth was washed off by turning a hose onto her. The boys had a bottle of body wash; they poured some on their hands and began to rub her down. There were hands all over her but they paid special attention to her breasts and pussy. They even put their fingers inside her. The video would show a naked white woman with black hands exploring every inch of her body.

Helen realized that she was going to be gang raped. That was bad enough but she was a mature woman whose body was going to be a fuck toy for boys young enough to be her students.

Once she was clean, she was released from the tower and taken to the next toy. It was a wooden rectangle rather like a large picture frame about 7 feet long and 4 feet wide with ropes attached to each corner. The ropes ended in leather cuffs that went on Helen’s wrists and ankles. She was helplessly spreadeagled and was still gagged. The fucking began and the boys followed their instructions. “Thrust hard, maul her breasts, keep your weight on her chest and make her struggle to breathe. Make her suffer! And take lots of pictures of the action but don’t show your faces.”

She lost count but hoped it was over when they stopped. No such luck, they had decided that her pussy was too sloppy and used rags shoved up her tunnel to dry her out. They were young and healthy and had fast recovery times. They had no trouble taking second or third servings of such a pretty piece of white tail. They were still following instructions. “The white slut is your fuck toy. Fuck her until no one wants her.”

She was half conscious when they finally tired of the game. They had been told “Keep her hungry but don’t starve her. She needs her strength.” The solution was a carton of a liquid diet meal and a bottle of sports drink. Then they took her back to the cage, forced her in, and put the cuffs on her wrists. It was less painful then the first time in the cage but still cramped and tiring. She couldn’t even touch herself or keep from shitting and pissing in the cage.

Chapter 2: The men

Helen didn’t know how long she’d been crouching in the cage but she was sitting in a pool of her own shit and piss when two black men pulled her out and took her to the tower. There were moremen waiting for her. It was a mixed group, black, Mexican, Asian and a few very nasty looking whites. She was tied to the tower and hosed down again.  The men showed her what they called a flogger. It was a leather covered handle with 10 or more long rubber straps attached. She did a lot of screaming while they used it to flog her breasts, belly and legs until they were bright red. Then she was introduced to the paddle. It looked like a fly swatter except that the end was a one inch rubber square.  It was very painful when applied to her nipples or swung up between her legs to hit her pussy lips. The flogging and paddling continued until she had screamed herself hoarse.

“Listen up Slut! When we release you, walk over to that mattress and lie on your back with your arms and legs spread. When a man is on top of you, pretend he’s a lover and give him a good ride. If you don’t do a good job of entertaining your rider, we’ll give you another beating.”

The fucking began.  The first man was so heavy that Helen had trouble breathing. She put her arms around her and tried to move her hips to match his thrusts. When he rolled off her, she was told “Strike One! Use your legs” followed by a stroke across her breasts with the flogger.

The next man mounted her and she wrapped her arms and legs around him and used her hips. He rode her long and hard and finally shot his cum into her and rolled off.

“Strike Two! Use your lips” followed by two strokes of the flogger on her breasts.

The third rider was one of the white men. He clearly hadn’t washed in a while and his breath was foul. She tried to kiss him but gagged and turned her head. He took a long, slow ride while other men squeezed her breasts and twisted her nipples.

“Strike Three! Back to the tower!”

They put her on her back and dragged her to the tower by her hair. This time she was fastened with her back to the room and was soundly flogged on her back and ass. The paddle was used to give her a dozen strokes on her cunt lips.  She broke down during the paddling and screamed

PLEASE! PLEASE STOP! I’ll GIVE GOOD RIDES!

“Don’t say I. You are a slut and a fuck toy.” SLAP! SLAP!

OH GOD! PLEASE STOP! THIS FUCK TOY PROMISES TO GIVE GOOD RIDES!

They released her and now both her front and back were sore from flogging and her cunt lips were swollen. She would be in pain no matter what position she lay in and cocks thrusting into her cunt would cause agony.

“Crawl back to the mattress and get ready to fuck.”

She went down on her hands and knees and started crawling.

“Spread your knees more and go slower.”

She followed orders and every time she moved her knees forward, she received a stroke from the flogger. When she reached the mattress, she went onto her back and spread her arms and legs wide.

“Ask for it loudly!”

PLEASE GENTLEMEN. THIS SLUT WOULD LIKE TO BE FUCKED!

“How many men do you want?”

PLEASE! THIS SLUT WANTS TO BE FUCKED BY EVERY MAN IN THE ROOM!

Every man in the room fucked her long and hard and she tried desperately to please them. She wrapped her arms and legs around each rider, kissed him hard on the mouth and even opened her mouth to her rider’s exploring tongue. By the time they were done, she was covered with sweat, her ribs were sore from struggling to breathe with men’s weight bearing down, her hips were sore from the constant movement and her breasts were bruised and covered with bite marks.

After every man in the room had used her, a hand in her hair dragged her to her feet.

“Arms over your head, palms together, and walk around the room.”

She walked in the revealing and exposed position with cum dripping from her pussy and cum drying on her bush and inner thighs.  She was horrified to see that more men had entered the room during her mass fucking.

“That’s the 2nd shift – you do all of them and then provide seconds to anyone who wants one. And every ride has to be good. Any bad ride means a trip to the tower.”

PLEASE! I CAN’T TAKE THAT MANY MEN!

“Yes you can. We’ve had women pull a train of 50 men and if they can do it so can you!”

She was handed a dildo with towelling wrapped around it.

“Dry your fuck tunnel and then go back to the mattress.”

She fucked what seemed like an endless train of men. She was exhausted and all her muscles were sore when she recognized the smell of the first white man she had serviced. She realized that she must be giving second rides to her rapists. She managed to serve him but several men later she fainted.

That did her no good. They threw water on her until she revived and then took her to the tower. This time she was blindfolded. They used pins to prick her all over. Judging from her screams and pleas, her breasts and nipples were very sensitive. At one stage they raised her legs so that she was hanging in a U shape. That allowed them to use pins on the inside of her pussy lips and clit. She begged frantically for mercy and promised

PLEASE STOP! THIS CUM BUCKET WILL GIVE EVERY MAN THAT MOUNTS HER A GOOD RIDE!

She was fucked over and over until her pussy was bleeding. The only times she got any rest was when they made her walk around and dry her tunnel with the dildo. Finally, they gave her some food and water and took her back to the cage. She was glad to be back in the small cage even when her wrists were put in the cuffs. Anything would be better than that endless train of men!

They hadn’t cleaned the cage and Helen was forced to crouch in a pool of her own shit and piss. She was in the cage long enough to add to the pool and moan with pain from cramped muscles. She almost welcomed the men who pulled her out of the cage and back to the tower. She was hosed down again and introduced to some new toys. The first was a heavy wooden yoke. It was about 6 feet long and three inches thick with a central hole for her neck and holes on either side of that for her wrists.  Immediately in front of her mouth was a small horizontal slat of wood with bolts at each end. She was forced to put her tongue out so that it lay on the slat. Another slat was dropped over the bolts and nuts tightened so that her tongue was securely fastened. It was an effective gag, she couldn’t talk or scream or close her mouth or even move her head.

She was put on her back and men raised her legs. This was her introduction to the second new toy – long, thin, flexible wooden canes. They used the canes on the soles of her feet while she made amusing grunting sounds.

“On your feet!” was the order enforced by a stroke of a cane across her breasts.

“Dance for us. Stand still and shake your hips.”

Every time she stopped dancing, she received a stroke from a cane on her ass or back. It left welts.

“Walk around the room.”

Men in front of her used canes on her breasts and belly but if she tried to evade then men behind her used canes on her back and buttocks and legs.

“Down on your knees and crawl.”

More caning as she crawled.

“Lie on your belly.”

They put a heavy bag of sand on her back and used her hair to drag her to the next toy. It was a sawhorse with plywood nailed along the sides and a triangular metal bar on top to the cross piece.

“You’re going to take a pony ride.”

She was lifted and mounted on the “Pony”. Her legs straddled it and if she stood on tiptoe, her pussy was above the metal. But as her legs tired, she dropped until her weight was resting on the bar which bit into her tender pussy lips. She would then try to force her tired legs to lift her up again.

The men stood around drinking beer and laughing at her “rides” and amusing grunts through the gag. Sometimes a man would squeeze a tit or pull or twist a nipple. Some of the men were smoking. They would place the burning end of a cigarette against her skin – her breasts or nipples or belly brought loud grunts from her.

Sweat was pouring down her body when she was told

“We are going to take you off the pony. You have a choice. Take another walk followed by another ride or kneel with your head on the floor and your ass in the air. If you kneel, you’ll be ass fucked by any man who wants you.”

She was an anal virgin and had intended to stay one. But she realized that refusal would just mean more torture until she broke and did it. She might as well get it over with. So, as soon as she was removed from the pony, she dropped to her knees and bent so that her forehead touched the floor. They put a small pad under her forehead to keep it from being rubbed raw by the concrete floor, and hands on her hips raised them to the correct position. She felt something pressing on her anal opening and then a cock was forcing its way through her sphincter muscles and deep into her bowels. She wanted to scream in agony but the horrible gag wouldn’t let her. She did bite her tongue hard enough to make it bleed but nothing stopped the awful pushing and thrusting in her behind.

The man finally pulled out with the comment “The slut has a nice tight ass but 20 or 30 cocks should loosen it up. Who’s next?”

Another cock entered her, and another, and another. Sometime during the endless ass fucking, they removed the gag. Now she could scream in agony and plead and beg for mercy. It did her no good, the ass pounding continued until they tired of her and put her back in the cage. She was given a little food and plenty of water but that was the only mercy.

As usual, her muscles were cramping before they took her out of the filthy cage and back to the tower. This time they tied her hands behind her back and raised her arms to a painful height with the rope attached to the tower. That was followed by the usual cold water hosing down. She was lowered and straps around her lower legs forced her to kneel. Her arms were still raised behind her back.

“You’re going to learn to use your mouth. We’ll release your arms when you learn to use your lips and tongue. We’ll release your legs when you learn to deep throat.”

The first man stood in front of her with his cock in her face and her instructions began.

“Kiss and lick his balls. Now kiss his shaft and run your tongue over it. Put the head of his cock in your lips and run your tongue over its tip. Open your mouth wide and move your head so your lips run along his cock to the base.”

“Is it too long for you? Tilt your head back so it can go down your throat. Now move your head back so his cock nearly slides out of your mouth. Rub his cock with your tongue as it moves. Keep repeating your head movements until he cums in your mouth and swallow it.”

The first man shot his load into her mouth and there was a new cock in front of her. This man held her head in both hands and forced it back and forth until he came in her mouth.

The third man used one hand on her head and one hand to maul her breast but he used his control to get a long slow mouth fuck.

The fourth and fifth men left her head alone but used both hands to punish her breasts. She must have pleased them, her hands were untied and yet another cock was in front of her.

“Now hold the cock lightly in your fingers and move your fingers up and down it. Hold it to your lips and use your tongue and lips and guide it into your mouth.”

She followed instructions and swallowed when the new load of cum shot into her mouth.  She lost track of how many cocks she’d served but was eventually told to tilt her head back and open wide.

That was followed by a cock jammed straight down her throat which triggered her gag reflex. The merciless cock was thrust up and down her throat while she struggled for air. She was allowed a short break for air before the merciless throat thrusting began again and cum shot straight down her throat to her stomach.

She throat serviced many cocks before she learned not to gag. Passing that test was rewarded by releasing her legs so that she was no longer bound. She could finally see something besides balls and cocks. But the vision of a circle of 20 or 30 naked men was not something that pleased her.

“Crawl to the man on your left and say PLEASE SIR, CAN THIS CUM BUCKET SUCK YOUR COCK?”

She crawled and sucked and swallowed, crawled and sucked and swallowed, using her fingers and tongue and lips and throat, for an endless time until she found herself back at the tower and knew she had completed the circle.

“Head back and mouth wide open” was followed by a stream of piss directly into her mouth. She closed her mouth which simply resulted in piss all over her face. A cane slashed against her breast.

“Keep your mouth open and swallow! Crawl to the next man!”

She went around the circle again. Piss everywhere, her mouth, her face, her hair and her breasts. Her entire body was soaked with piss. She found herself back at the tower with a cock in front of her face.

“Run your fingers over it until he cums on your face. Crawl to the next man.”

By the time she finished the circle, cum was dripping from her face and breasts and her hair was slippery with the sticky white fluid.

They put her back in the cage with a remark “You don’t need anything to eat or drink. You should be full by now.”

Another cramped, miserable time in the cage was followed by another hosing.  She welcomed the cold water, it washed the filth off her body. Helen wondered what more they could do to her. They had used all three of her holes over and over. What was left?

“Crawl to the mattress and lie on your back.”

A man mounted her, thrust his cock into her pussy and turned her on her side. Another man lay down behind her and entered her ass. They pumped vigorously until the man in her pussy shot his load deep into her belly and pulled out. There was a cock in front of her face. She obediently took it in her mouth and began tonguing it.

They ran through the cycle several times: pussy and ass, pussy and mouth, mouth and ass, ass and pussy … until she got used to being double fucked. But then she suddenly had cocks in all three of her holes. The men formed 3 lines. As soon as a cock pulled out of one hole, a new one entered.

Helen hated the whole business. But the cocks in her mouth were worse. Sometimes they were slippery with cum and her own shit. But Mrs Jim would be delighted. She had given firm instructions for videos. Helen, naked and clean and spread out ready for any man to mount her. Helen, with three black cocks in her body.Helen, worn and tired and bruised with cum dripping from all her openings.

When the men tired of passing her around, they gave her the usual food and drink and put her back in the cage with her wrists securely fastened in the leather cuffs. They threw a bucket of shit and piss onto her face and breasts. A similar bucket went onto her back and hair. A third bucket, of rotten garbage crawling with maggots, went into her face. Then they left.

Chapter 3: The Dogs

The smell was nauseating but she got used to it. The maggots crawling on her body and up her nostrils drove her crazy and she was constantly blowing her nose trying to get rid of them. She was sure some were crawling into her pussy.

Helen had no way to tell time – her only clocks were the cramps in her muscles and the pressure in her bladder. She was sure the time for her next raping had passed. Her discomfort was unbearable but it had to be born. She took to shouting for help even though she knew it was useless. She was becoming panicky and hysterical.

She didn’t know it but they left her in the filthy cage for two days and nights. Why not? It wouldn’t hurt her; humans can go for a week without water and a month without food.

A man finally came in and said “Hello bitch, are you comfortable?”

PLEASE SIR. PLEASE LET ME OUT! I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT?

“Hmm, you’re a bitch and bitches go with dogs. Will you fuck dogs?”

YES, I’LL DO IT!

“Don’t say I”

PLEASE SIR, THIS SLUT WANTS TO BE A CUM BUCKET FOR DOGS!

“When we let you out, don’t stand. Crawl to the tower.”

She crawled to the tower and stayed on her hands and knees while they hosed her down. She was so filthy that she welcomed the cold water. They didn’t get all the filth off her, her new customers wouldn’t care about her cleanliness.

She crawled to the next toy. It was a metal frame like a large letter H lying on the floor. Her ankles and wrists were fastened to the legs and a rod sticking up from the cross piece pressed into her belly and kept her from collapsing.  Her head was free and hung down.

A dog about the size of a German Shepard was brought in. It sniffed her genitals, gave them a few licks, and mounted her. She felt it penetrating her cunt lips and then felt the ball at the end of its cock swell. It was securely locked to her and she began to cry. She learned the hard way that dogs have a lot of endurance.

The second dog spent time sniffing her all over and ran its tongue deep into her cunt. It was heavier and had long claws that scratched her back.

The third dog was busy humping her when her head was lifted and she found a man’s cock in her face. She had time to suck 5 cocks while the dog fucked her. That would make an interesting video for Mrs Jim!

Cum was dripping from her pussy and lips when they brought a fourth dog in. It was trained to lick her clean and then fuck her ass. She screamed as she felt its cock entering her anus. The dog had no problems; so many men had raped her ass that it was no longer tight.

They released her from the frame and she thought the ordeal was over but, no, they were just changing her position. Now she was face up in the frame.The position stretched her joints and muscles so much that she whimpered in pain. There was nothing she could do but endure it.

The next dog licked her breasts before mounting her. Its paws rested on them.

And the dog after that licked both her face and pussy. Its claws dug into her breasts as it happily humped her.

They gave her the usual food and water and left her alone with a dog running loose in the room. It was a friendly animal that spent a lot of time sniffing and licking her. It mounted her several times.

She had called herself a cum bucket for dogs and that was exactly what she had become.

Chapter 4: The Pimp

When she was finally released, she crawled to the tower and was hung by her wrists and hosed down as usual. But then the men rubbed body wash on their hands and began to scrub her down. They even washed her hair. It felt so good to be clean that Helen almost forgot the male hands running all over her.

“Crawl to that table and chair and sit down.”

She was sitting at a small dressing table with a mirror, a brush and comb, and a tube of lipstick.

“Fix your hair.”

It took her a long time to fix the mess her hair had become. She hadn’t been able to touch it since she’d been captured. When her hair was finally lying sleek and smooth on her head she was told to put on the lipstick and then crawl back to the tower.

They put her on the tower with her hands over her head, her hips thrust out, and her feet wide apart.

“Well, bitch, how would you like to go home?”

PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME GO!

“It will cost you a thousand dollars.”

I’LL PAY! I’LL PAY!

“It’s not that simple. You have to earn the money peddling your body on the street.”

OH  GOD! ALL RIGHT, I’LL DO IT.

They brought in a huge black man, perhaps 6’5” and 250 pounds. “This is Big Tom. He’s a pimp.”

He looked her over, felt her breasts, ran several fingers into her pussy and said “She’ll do Get her dressed.”

She was released from the tower and handed some clothes. The first she’d had since the kidnapping.

The top exposed half of her breastsand was tight enough to show the shape of her nipples.

The skirt hung off her hips and went less than half way to her knees.

Six to nine inches of her midriff were left bare.

The shoes had 4 inch heels.

It was an absolutely shameless costume and left no doubt that she was a whore looking for customers.

Big Tom put her in the trunk of his car and drove away. When he let her out, she found they were in front of a run-down house in a depressing neighbourhood. The first things she saw were 4 numbered boxes on the wall of the entrance hall. “Get naked and put everything in box 3. First rule, you never wear clothes inside. You put them on before you go out and take them off as soon as you come in.”

He took her to a room which contained four mattresses on the floor and 3 naked women sitting on them. They jumped to their feet as soon as he entered the room and stood with their hands behind their necks and feet wide apart. One was a stunningly beautiful white woman, one was a petite Asian, and the third was a light skinned black woman. “Second rule, stand like that whenever I’m in the room and don’t change position unless I tell you or I leave the room.”

She nodded and he slapped her face. “Get in position!”

“You are the new Number 3 slut. The other sluts are all senior to you and you have to obey them.”

As he left the room, he pointed to the other three and said “The new slut needs discipline and training. Teach her!”

Two of them promptly twisted her arms behind her back and the third slapped her face several times. They dragged her into the bathroom, forced her head into the toilet and flushed it repeatedly. They brought her back to the bedroom and released her.

The Asian woman said “Stand in position and listen carefully!”

“Big Tom has a nasty temper and he uses his fists and feet freely. He also has a belt that hurts like hell when he uses it. If one of us makes him mad, he takes it out on all of us so do what he says and don’t argue.”

“No names and never say I.”

“This slut is slut 1, the white one is slut 2 and the colored one is slut 4, and you are slut 3.”

“This slut is the senior slut and gives the orders in this room. Understood?”

“Yes, I understand.”

The white one hit her in the stomach and she doubled over in pain.

“Don’t say I. Try again.”

“This slut understands.”

“Stand in position and say “This slut is Big Tom’s Slut 1” and repeat changing the count each time until you reach 100. LOUD”

“THIS SLUT IS BIG TOM’S SLUT 1”

“THIS SLUT IS BIG TOM’S SLUT 2”

“Slut 4, keep a check on her count. Slut 2, tease her.”

The white woman put two fingers into Helen’s cunt and began to finger fuck her while paying particular attention to her clit. She used her free hand to fondle Helen’s breast and pinch her nipples.

Part way through, the colored one announced “She missed her count.”

The Asian slapped Helen’s face several times and said “Arms over your head, palms together and start over at 1.”

The white one continued the finger fucking and slowly went from two fingers inside Helen to four.

Time went on until the count finally reached 100.

“Hit her!”

The white one pulled her fingers out, made a fist and hit Helen hard squarely on her pussy lips. The colored one drove a fist into one of Helen’s breasts.

“Hands behind your neck and stay in that position until Big Tom takes us to work. And keep quiet!”

Helen bit her lips. She couldn’t understand how other women, who were fellow victims, could treat her like this. But she wisely kept silent and maintained the humiliating and revealing position.

Big Time finally entered the room.

“Time to get on the street. Slut 3 will watch Slut 2 for an hour. Then she will start working.”

“Slut 3, you charge $20 for an ass fuck, $40 for a blow job and $60 for a pussy fuck. When the John agrees, you bring him to me to pay and take him into the alley to do his business. When he’s done, you get back to work.”

“I get three – quarters of your take. You pay me $100 a day out of what’s left for room and board. And you get beaten if you don’t have the $100. Anything left over goes in your kitty. When the kitty reaches one thousand dollars, I take you back. What do you charge the Johns?

“This slut charges twenty dollars for an ass fuck, forty dollars for a mouth fuck and sixty dollars for a pussy fuck.”

“Right! Let’s get going. Times a wasting!”

All 4 women got into Big Tom’s car and he drove them to what was obviously a black ghetto. He had a two block stretch of street and each girl had a spot. There were alleys leading off both blocks which the girls could use when servicing their customers.

Helen watched whitewoman and sawxzsdc how she smiled and waved at the men and cars. Her tutor was charging very different prices for her services. Of course Helen did not know that her prices had been set by Mrs Jim to keep her working long and hard.

After an hour, Big Tom assigned Helen her spot and told her to get busy. Her first customer wanted a pussy fuck. She took him to the alley, leaned against the wall and pulled her skirt up. He pushed her top up and fingered her breasts as he thrust into her. It didn’t take long, just a quick in and out, and she was back on the street. Twice she went down on her knees and sucked cocks and once she put her hands against the wall and bent over while a man used her ass. After that, she lost count, she had no idea how many cocks had been in her by the time Big Tom told her to stop.

Big Tom took them back to the house and lined them up by seniority for showers. Helen soon learned there was enough hot water for 2 showers. She was stuck with a cold water shower. Somehow Big Tom had gotten hold of what the army called MRE (meals ready to eat). That was their dinner. After dinner, all 4 collapsed onto their mattresses and slept.

Once, while they were eating, Helen worked up the courage to ask the Asian “May this slut ask slut 2 a question?”

“Go ahead but if it’s the wrong question, you’ll get a beating.”

Helen looked at the beautiful white woman and said “This slut wonders why such a beautiful slut is working down here.”

The reply was “Big Tom is not really a pimp, he’s an enforcer. This slut was a $1500 a night call girl. Several customers complained about her performance. She was sent to Big Tom as a punishment.”

Helen lost track of days and then weeks. She saw the other women beaten and was beaten several times herself. All three of the sluts were replaced and still she stood on the street. She wondered if she was pregnant and how many diseases she had picked up.

One night instead of taking her home after her shift, he took her to the gang. Her time as street walker was over.

Epilogue

The gang wasn’t quite done with her. Her whore’s costume left a lot of her midriff showing and Mrs Jim had definite plans for that. She was tattooed with SLUT in big red letters running from just below her breasts to her belly button. Tattoos of two black cocks pointing to her crotch finished the decorations.

They put her in the van, returned her credit and debit cards and her keys, and let her out about a mile from her apartment. She had no choice but to walk home in her shameful whore’s dress and the blatant tattoo. She passed an ATM on the way and tried to get money. That was when she learned that her bank account was empty and her cards maxed out.

She reached home and was surprised to find all the furniture unharmed and that the TV and PVR recorder and computer had not been stolen.

Then she discovered that all her clothes were missing. And the linen closet was empty – not a single towel or sheet or pillow case was left. She had nothing but her whore’s dress and nothing else to use to cover herself.

She found two letters next to the computer. One was from the Board of Education. It accepted her resignation and said that her termination payments had been deposited in her bank account. Hastily, she logged into her bank. Yes, $10,000 had been deposited but everything had been withdrawn. The account was empty.

The other letter was a list of URLs some of which were accompanied by userids and passwords. The simple URLs turned out to be free porn sites with thumbnail pictures and short trailers showing her in action.

The ones with passwords were pay porn sites with 15 or 20 minute videos of her.

She put her head down and wept. No job, no money, no credit, no clothes and her face and naked body all over the Internet!

Mrs Jim’ s revenge was complete!