From: notmystory@kc.rr.com (notmystory@kc.rr.com)
Subject: {ASSM} New : A Husband's Mistake, A Wife's Nightmare Chapters 5
                       re-done new chapter (M+/F Wife, NC, Drugged, betrayal)
Date: Sun, 23 Mar 2003 06:10:08 -0500

This is the second revision of this story. I had written it with the intent
to go all the way to the end. I then received a chapter from shadowwriter and
I kind of liked it so I agreed and posted it and then he went of on some wild
tangent with a bell. Well he has never finished and I can't go down that road.
So here it is it without any of his contributions it will have twelve chapters
and I will go to the end. Chapters 7 & 8 are completely new and revisions have
been made throughout. Sorry for any confusion but these is the way I always
intended the story to go If all goes well I should have all the way to twelve
finished in a week still don't like the end and how I get us there. Who knows.

 
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                      A Husband's Mistake, A Wife's Nightmare
                                  Chapter 5

                           By Notmtstory@kc.rr.com



Jennifer's head ached an effect of the alcohol and drugs giving her a
horrendous hangover. As she began looking around the room getting her bearings,
she began to notice her condition. She was sore and tired. Her skin was covered
with the dried fluids of her lovers. As she looked down, she could see cum
covering her inner thighs.

Her head dropped back to the pillow, as she remembered the events of the
previous evening. She remembered it all clearly, the drinks, the conversations,
the men and the sex. The sex! The men! She had had sex with almost a dozen men
last night! She had even begged for it, she had needed it so badly. She thought
back with shame of her actions, feeling like a slut. Then a feeling of horror
and fear came over her, as she remembered the cameras. She realized with
terror, that there were videos and photos of her acting like a slut.

Tears began rolling down her face, as she began thinking of all the nasty
things that she had done. Then she began to worry about the consequences of
her actions. What had come over her? Would she be fired? What if Mike found
out? He'd surely demand a divorce. What if her parents or daughter saw those
pictures? What had she done, she laid there and cried for over an hour.

Not knowing what to do, or even what time it was, she finally got up and took
a shower. She scrubbed the disgusting remains from her body. She showered,
using lots of soap until the water turned cold, then got out, dried and
brushed her teeth. As she brushed her teeth, she suddenly realized that she
was using the items that she had brought with her. Someone had unpacked her
things, and it wasn't her!

Now, feeling as clean as she could, under the circumstances, she went out into
the bedroom, wrapped in just a towel, and began to search for her clothes. She
looked in the closet, but only found several pair of high heeled shoes, noting
that they were her size, though not her shoes, as they had much taller and
thinner heels. She then looked in the dresser and the chest of drawers, but
still found no clothes. Not knowing where her clothes were, she decided to
call and ask her friend Jenna for some advice. She just needed to talk to a
friendly, reassuring voice, to comfort her. She knew she wasn't ready to talk
to her husband yet, as she wasn't sure what to tell him.

Jennifer picked up the phone, and as she brought it to her ear to dial, she
heard a voice "So you're finally awake slut. Good, get your sweet ass out
here!"

"What? I don't have any clothes!" Jennifer exclaimed.

"I know! Now get out here dammit!" the voice told her angrily.

Not wanting to anger the voice on the phone, as she was unsure of her
circumstances, she obeyed. Nervously she walked out of the bedroom, wearing
only the towel. As she walked out, she saw two men seated at a round table
sipping drinks. She remembered the room from the night before, and having been
taken from behind, and bent over that table. In front of the table was a
television set, and she noticed in horror, that the men were watching a video
replay of the previous evening's goings on. She saw herself on the screen
hungrily sucking a cock into her mouth, as she rammed her hips back against
someone else's, who was screwing her pussy from behind. She began crying at
seeing it on the screen, as it confirmed her suspicions about being
photographed, and worse, filmed.

One of the men ordered her to sit down. The men watched for several minutes,
ignoring her. Jennifer was too disgusted by what she saw on the screen, so she
just sat there with her head hung down.

One of the men finally said, "You're quite a slut Honey. Just look at you go."

"That's not me. I don't know what happened last night, I've never done
anything like that before in my entire life!" she exclaimed, bawling now.

Laughing at her the man replied "Really, well isn't that you?" he asked,
pointing to the television set.

As Jennifer looked up, she saw a different scene, in a lavish bedroom. On the
screen was the picture of a girl, with a dick all the way down her throat, and
another one screwing her pussy from behind again. Jennifer watched in
speechless horror, as the camera zoomed in on her face, then to her wedding
ring, on her finger, before focusing on the navel ring that she wore. There
was no doubt that the image on the screen was her. She then took note, that
her cunt had been freshly shaved, and knew that it had to have happened during
the three days that she was totally unable to remember, that weekend with her
husband and Nick.

Jennifer had tried hard not to think of what she could remember from that
night. The fear that she had felt when she saw Nate, or Nick, or whoever he
really was. The sense of helplessness that she felt, as he began to rub her
body and touch her. The horror that struck her, as Nick knocked Mike to the
floor and then let the two other men in. The shock of watching her husband
being tied up to the chair, leaving him as helpless as she was, and the
sensation of the drug running through her veins. She remembered losing
control of herself, as Nick began to rape her, the feelings of pleasure that
she had derived from his penetration.

Her attention was brought back to the present, as one of them slapped her
across the face, knocking her to the floor. "Pay attention slut! I said lose
the towel." he commanded.

"Noooo. Please!" she began to plead.

Instantly he stood up, reached out and ripped the towel from her body.

"Stop it! Just stop it. This isn't right! What do you think you're doing?" she
howled.

The other man was now standing as well, and grabbed one of her arms, as the
man who had slapped her, grabbed the other. She continued to protest, as the
men effortlessly sat her in a chair, and produced a pair of steel handcuffs,
which they used to secure her arms behind the chair.

"You'd better get a grip on yourself slut! From now on you do as your told.
Nobody gives a crap about what you think is right or wrong, or even what you
want. You will do as you're told .... or else." he said.

"Your crazy! You can't just tell me to do anything you want, I'm a human being,
and there are laws against it." Jennifer began to protest.

For her troubles, she was once again slapped across her beautiful face. The
force of this second blow was enough to crack her lip open, causing her to
bleed. With her head down, she got a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the
wall. There she was, secured to the chair, her body on display for all to see,
and two strange men, whom she didn't even know, were standing over her,
threatening her. The pain and the humiliation that she faced, was equaled only
by her fear. She watched as another tear ran down her cheek, knowing, just as
she had known that fateful Friday night, that there would be no one coming to
save her. How had it gone from a simple online chat to this? Mike had made a
terrible mistake the day that he had setup his little planned threesome, but
how had it turned into this nightmare, and would it ever end?

"Look bitch, you've got two choices you can start doing as you're told, right
here, right now, and save you, and your family, a lot of pain." he told her,
letting it sink in for a little while, "Or you can fight us. In which case, we
will drug you, screw you, and then screw you up, until you do just as you're
told to do. Now, if you chose to go that route, well your daughter's going to
be a fucking orphan. Who knows whether your parents will take her, after they
see the tapes we've already gotten of you." Jennifer hearing his threats was
now sobbing hysterically and listening as he continued, "After we off your
limp dicked husband, and burn your house to the ground, I'll bet you'll start
to cooperate, so that we don't do the same to your folks and your kid."

The man stood back, and let it sink in for several minutes, before he asked
her, "Well slut, what's it going to be, are you going to do as we say, or not?"

"What choice do I have? What does it matter, you've already killed me, just
leave my family alone, please!" she said, blubbering through her tears.

"We will, if you do everything that you're told to do, without any questions
or hesitations." he informed her.

"Alright, just leave my family alone. What do I have to do?" she cried.

"Well I'm glad that you asked." he said, cutting her off. "First we'll record
some messages for your hubby. He's expecting you back in three weeks, and
we'll just about be done with your training by then."

The other man, still unidentified, placed a tape recorder, microphone and a
pad of paper in front of her. "Okay slut. just read what's on the paper. There
are 35 different messages for your hubby there. You better read them all in a
regular tone of voice, and make them convincing." he ordered her, as he held
the pad in front of her, while the other man held the microphone near her
mouth.

And so she began "Hi honey. Well, I just got back in to the hotel, we're
driving up the coast tonight to look at some property, and I just wanted you
to know that everything's okay. Please don't let Lisa stay up too late. You
know how she gets cranky at day care if you do. Tell her Mommy loves her and
misses her. I love you, and I'll try to call you later tomorrow, so that we
can talk. Love you! Bye."

She had finished the first message and they seemed pleased at her efforts, so
they moved onto the next one. The next twenty or so messages were all about
the same. Some lame reason why she hadn't called earlier, or later, while
trying to reassure him that everything was fine. She found the next one
troubling, it was her explaining to Mike why she would need to stay out of
town a few more weeks. As she tried to finish saying, what was written on the
pad, she found herself crying from the news that her ordeal would last longer.

This angered the talker as he pinched her nipple and told her to "knock it off,
and do it right, or else." Jennifer fought to regain her composure, so that
she could finish, without angering him more. She finished this one and then
another and another. Then she recorded about five more, meant for her parents.
Once she had finished, the men nodded to each other in satisfaction over her
performance, as the silent one walked into the other room, carrying the
recordings. He returned moments later with a stack of papers.

Jennifer found her hands uncuffed, as she was told to sign each document where
indicated. Looking at the first paper, she read something about medical
treatment or release or something.

As she started to read it, the talker grabbed her nipple and said, "Slut, I
don't recall telling you to read shit. I just said to sign the fuckin' paper."

Pain ran through her breast, as she signed it and moved on to the next one.
She got a glance every now and then, some seemed to be film and copyright
releases, while others were powers of attorney and medical release forms.
Jennifer didn't want to sign any of them, especially the ones that hadn't even
been filled in yet, but did so out of fear.

Jennifer sat there silently, as they shuffled the papers. The silent one again
left with them, and then returned with a small outfit.

"Blow us, and you can get dressed." the talker said.

"What?" Jennifer asked, shocked by his bluntness, as she was not yet used to
her situation. Her question got her slapped across the face again.

"Now!" was all that he said, after slapping her hard.

Jennifer, now on her hands and knees, crawled over to the talker and waited
for him to take his thing out. He looked down at her and said again, "Now
Slut!"

She knew that she would have to do it all. She started to reach for his
trousers, but he stopped her, saying. "No, I don't think so slut, use your
teeth and mouth to get it out."

Jennifer leaned down and tried to use her tongue to lift up the handle on his
zipper. She had a lot of trouble with the whole process, which got her
rewarded with another nipple pinch, causing her to yelp and cry again. Finally
getting his zipper down, she used her nose to open his trousers, and found
that he wasn't wearing any underwear, thankfully. Using her tongue, she guided
his dick into her mouth and began to move her lips across it. She did nothing
more than move her lips across his member. Angered by her poor performance, he
pinched her again, telling her to suck it in while rolling her tongue over it.

Jennifer had never liked oral sex, and had always tried to make sure that Mike
wouldn't enjoy it, hoping that he would stop asking for it, but she now began
to suck on the dick in her mouth. She slobbered on his slacks, unable to keep
her saliva in her mouth. She tried to suck the juice out of him, hoping to
avoid any further punishment.

"That's a little better slut now take it all the way into your mouth. I want
to feel you tonsils on my dick." he ordered.

Jennifer tried to take it in further, but every time that she tried, she began
to gag and cough, unable to relax her throat.

"Let me help." The talker said, as he grabbed Jennifer's hair on her next
attempt, and forced her mouth down over his prick. She gagged and tried to
break free, but he had an iron grip on her head, and wouldn't let go. He held
her there for several minutes, and finally she relaxed enough, that he began
to move her head up and down on his cock. Jennifer was unaware that he had
released his grip on her, as she concentrated on her breathing, as her head
moved up and down over his cock. She found that with a little effort, she was
able to suppress her natural gag reflex, and take his cock into her throat.
She continued on her own for the next ten minutes. She was doing a good enough
job now to get him off. He grabbed her hair again, and held her head fully
down onto his prick, as he shot his load down her throat.

Jennifer almost puked, as the man shot load after load of his hot sticky cum
down her throat. It felt like a warm slime, and she coughed some up. She was
sickened by the taste of the awful liquid. As she felt him release her hair,
she fell over onto the floor, trying to prevent herself from vomiting.

"Hey, slut you're not done. Now go practice some more on Tony over there. We
got places to go, so hurry up."

Jennifer slowly crawled over to him, and began the process over again. She was
much better this time, and was able to take him into her throat with just a
little effort. He lasted as long as the talker had, but unloaded more of his
seed into her, than his cohort had.

The outfit was thrown to her, as she lay there on the floor. She looked it
over. It was a one piece, black, Lycra dress. "Put it on Slut." she was told.

"I need some under.." she started to say, but after looking up at him, she
stopped. She slipped the dress on without another word, and began to stand up,
pulling it down. The dress hugged firmly over her hips, but was a little loose
around her boobs. They escorted her out to an SUV, and had her sit in the back.

Jennifer watched through the darkened windows, as they drove through the
streets of LA, not knowing where she was being taken. They pulled into a small
office building. The placard outside labeled it the Southern LA Plastic
Surgery Clinic. The parking lot was mostly empty and she saw the time on the
clock at the bank across the street, which said 6:08 P.M.

As they walked into the office, she was escorted to the back. Tony, the silent
man, was speaking to the doctor, as he walked out from his private office. She
heard them saying something about an enhancement, and what they wanted exactly.

Jennifer was escorted into a room labeled "Pre-Op". The man whom she thought
of as the talker, reached down and began to lift her dress up and off of her
body. Jennifer made no move to stop him, as she was too scared to put up any
resistance at this point.

The doctor and Tony walked in, with the doctor looking at a folder. He then
walked up and began cupping Jennifer's breasts. The two talked about the
"operation" some more, mainly about the placement and size of the implants.
Jennifer found herself excluded from the talk all together. The preparations
took about an hour and a half. She had seen in the doctor's folder, noting that
he already had a photo of her bare chest, labeled "before", which he used as
he made marks on her breasts. Through all the preparations, none of the men,
or even the nurse's who had since come in, even spoke to Jennifer.

She found herself lying on the table and heard them talking about the type of
implant to use. She would be getting expandable implants, whatever that meant.
She heard them talking, as the gas mask was placed over her face, she hadn't
said a word, nor had she been spoken to, since they had arrived here.

She heard the doctor say, "We'll put her under, I think it'll be for the best."
and only moments later, Jennifer lay there unconscious on the table.


End chapter 5


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