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.
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Joan’s Training
Part 1
I remember how I entered this life style. It seems like so long
ago, although it has only been a year, now. It all started last year
around Christmas time........
It was a cool gray, November afternoon. I was walking down
the quiet, suburban street I lived on, on the way to Gloria's
house. It was fairly windy, a gust whipped up and I had to reach
down to hold my skirt. I suppose my modesty wasn't really in
jeopardy but the skirt was considerably shorter than what I was
used to wearing.
Gloria had asked me to help her with a party she was throwing
for Dave's (her husband's) boss. He had just started a new job
she really wanted to make a good impression. Part of his new
responsibilities included entertaining customers. Gloria was
going to hire several to serve food and drinks and
suggested that maybe I would want to help out, and in return she
would forget the $65.00 I had borrowed earlier that month. I
quickly agreed, and besides the party sounded like fun.
Gloria thought about renting maids uniforms for us but decided
against it, then she asked us to wear matching skirts and
blouses, she was making up. She had called me earlier in the
week and told me that mine was almost ready, I had gone over to
her place to try the skirt on. I was uncomfortable with how
short it was but she laughed it off, reminding me that I was
about 20 years behind the times. I didn't want to appear too
prudish, I didn't know any of these people and wouldn't be the
only one dressed like this, besides it was no worse than what
many other women were wearing these days; so I agreed to wear it.
I had to admit the outfit didn't look too bad on me, a and black checked skirt, white blouse, scarf, black high
heels and suntan hose. It may have looked all right but it
wasn't designed to protect me from the November gusts I shivered
and hurried along the sidewalk.
When Gloria met me at the door, she laughed and asked me if
it was going to snow. We stood on the porch and discussed the
overcast weather for a moment, until she noticed I was shivering.
We stepped inside to begin preparations for the evening. Gloria
was busy on the phone so I did most of the straightening up,
setting up the buffet, etc.
About 5:00, a pretty came to the door wearing the
same outfit I was wearing. We introduced each other; Paula was
going to help me serve. She seemed nice, pert, maybe a little
flaky, but friendly enough and I had to admit in that her
figure, in the outfit looked smashing. She told me she was a 19
year student at a nearby JC.
I said goodbye to Gloria's kids; Pete and Chris, 16 and 14
respectively. They were going to their own party that night, so
they wouldn't be disturbed by ours. They were actually the
reason for my friendship with Gloria. Chris was my Karen's best friend. And Pete was Karen's boyfriend. He had
always scared me, I thought he might be too "mature" for her, but
what could I do?
Gloria came down about 7:30. Dave had just gotten home and
the guests had started arriving. Mostly couples, mid-twenties to
early forties, they were quite well dressed. There were about 25
people in all, including Paula and me. I was introduced to most
of the guests and was flattered by the interest all took in me
although a little uncomfortable.
The women were less friendly, maybe even condescending. It
seems that Gloria had mentioned something about me to most of
them. I was involved in putting away the guests' coats and
serving drinks. At one point I walked by the kitchen and heard
Gloria on the phone. Something caught my attention and I froze,
listening to the conversation......"36 years old, married, 3
kids, 5'6", 120 lbs., green eyes, brown hair, she has no idea
what's going on. This bitch has never even thought about anyone
other than her husband."
With that the person on the other end of the conversation
must have said something, for Gloria was quiet. I was
dumbfounded, she couldn't be talking about me??
About then she looked up and noticed me standing there. She
looked startled but recovered well, "What are you doing? Dammit
Joan this is personal I'd appreciate it if"........
I turned and went back into the living room; the incident
seemed strange but I really didn't think it was important, I
could talk to Gloria about it later. I didn't think she really
had been talking about me.
I went into the living room. It was quite large, with a
fireplace in the center. They had used furniture to divide it
into two "rooms"; a room and a more formal living room. I
went to the buffet table set up in the adjoining dining room and
started helping Paula serve. Occasionally one of us would carry
around a tray of drinks. I was starting to feel slightly
uncomfortable, and out of place.
There was an air of excitement in the room but whenever I
got near enough to a group to hear or join in the conversation it
seemed to die; sudden pauses, pregnant silences etc. This
happened several times and I was wondering what was going on.
Paula seemed to fit right in though. When she brought around a
tray I saw her laughing with the main group. One of the put
his arm around in a manner that suggested they had not just met.
Several of them including Paula looked over in my direction as if
appraising me, then Paula walked over and offered to relieve me
for a while. This went on until about 9:30.
Dave came over and took my arm, "there's someone I want you
to meet". He introduced me to Craig, his boss, and Phil,
Gloria's brother. Both seemed seriously interested in my
life, my family, job etc. and were really probing me for details.
This seemed strange too but a welcome relief from the alienation
I had been feeling up to this point. I took a glass of wine and
began to loosen up.
About half an hour later Gloria gathered all the guests back
into the living room, saying "It's time folks".
Everyone seemed quite excited and I wondered, "What in the
world".........
I was on my second glass of wine, (I almost never drink),
and was getting slightly lightheaded. Phil gently took the glass
out of my hands, took my arm firmly and guided me to the living
room. The chairs and couches had been rearranged in a semi
circle in front of the fireplace. In the center, a long low
coffee table sat. The guests were seated or standing around the
table. Phil guided me to the front. I was confused but held his
arm. Gloria stood in front of the table facing everyone.
"This is something I have been looking forward to for a
while. Joan has been interested in Indian rights for some time.
She doesn't know it but tonight she is going to help collect
money for the cause", she said.
There was a general outbreak of laughter at that. I decided
that I would prefer to be standing in the back and started to
move but found my arms suddenly grabbed. I froze.
"Bring her up here", Gloria commanded.
Paula and Jan (a friend of mine from Garden Club) each took
one arm and pulled me up onto the coffee table. I resisted but
not too hard, not knowing what was coming. I was turned so that
I faced the group, my arms still held, and with my hair wrapped
around Paula's hand, she forced my head around so I was facing
the group.
Gloria smiled at me and told me to relax, "This won't be too
bad. We're just going to auction off some clothing". The room
erupted with laughter. I was numb, too shocked to scream.
Gloria stood next to the table "What do I hear for her
scarf?" Someone offered $1.00, someone else offered $2.00. The
bidding went up to $5.00. At that time Gloria accepted the bid,
and reached for me, ripping the scarf from around my neck.
I screamed, and a hand was clamped around my mouth. The
scarf was forced down my throat and with my arms held tightly, I
couldn't get it out. People started to sit down, they all looked
like they knew what was going to happen.
"Next item up is her blouse!" There was some cursory
bidding, Gloria backed up close to the table. I saw an
opportunity and tried to kick her. That was a mistake. Phil and
Craig grabbed both legs. They each took hold of an ankle. AS
they held my legs, they rubbed their hands up and down my thighs
and up under my skirt, much to the amusement of the other guests.
I was sobbing in my humiliation but there was no escape.
After a little more bidding my blouse was removed. Phil made
the high bid, and took it off himself. They bent me over a
little so that his face was level with mine. He reached out and
ripped my blouse down the front, he jerked my arms out, I tried
to cover up but Jan twisted my arm until I gagged. I relaxed and
they straightened me back up.
I was held there, up on the table with just my bra on. I
went blank for a moment, the only other who had ever seen
me like this was Tom.........
I never in my worst dreams imagined this could ever happen.
Paula fingered a gold chain I was wearing. It had a diamond
pendant. Tom had given it to me for our 12th wedding
anniversary. It was sold for $5.00. It was ripped off my neck,
the chain breaking at the clasp, and ripping my neck.
Gloria told Paula to hold up my ring finger so my wedding
band could be examined, "She won't be needing that tonight".
It went for a few dollars. I was still kind of in shock, I
was sobbing but was still unbelieving. These things really don't
happen.
Again Gloria stepped up. She reached out and snapped the
strap on my bra. "What do I hear for this fine Maiden Form
Brassiere?"....
The other guests all laughed at her sarcasm, they talked
among themselves, but most of the attention was riveted on me.
The bidding went on. My bra was sold for $20.00. Gloria
didn't make any move to remove it though, and I was shaking like
a leaf, wondering what next?
"Whoever correctly guesses what size this item of clothing
is shall have the privilege of removing it. However an incorrect
guess costs $5.00".
She reached back and looked at the tag and laughed, "Not
bad. Who's your plastic surgeon?".
I was turned and poked by several "So they could have a
fightin' chance of guessing right".
Several people tried guessing, on the third guess Steve's
wife Marie said 36D, and Gloria smiled...."We have a winner".
Marie "Graciously allowed" Steve to remove the bra. He took
his time. He poked, rubbed and fondled me to the delight of the
crowd for about five minutes. I had lost control by then,
sobbing hysterically. Finally he removed it, and his hands.
I had noticed earlier that several people had brought
camera's with them, now it looked that everyone had. I was
turned and twisted to pose for these people, my hair practically
ripped out of my head to force me to look into the cameras.
Paula reached down, still holding one arm and ripped my
skirt up to my waist, flashbulbs popped. They didn't bother with
the formality of auctioning my skirt, it disappeared in a frenzy,
and I passed out.
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