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exhaustion. I told Rodney that, but he clearly didn't
believe me. Cindy had some gangbangs before, and told me how scary
they could be. Well, if the guys didn't get violent, I thought I
could handle anything. My fantasies kept adding more and more
men.
    My transformation into a complete fucking
slut was nearly complete.
    So it was so unfair for my lovers to make me
go an entire fucking week without getting off. What was typical a
year ago became intolerable now. It made me so bitchy. Now I could
relate to those women at the DMV.
    On Monday morning I took the babies to my
mom's as soon as Jack left. At Rodney's request, she would take
care of them overnight. Cindy called and asked me to go with her to
the store. For some reason she wanted me to wear my highest high
heels, my "fuck me shoes." We had a few hours before Rodney could
come, so it seemed like a good way to kill some time before I got
the deep dicking I so badly needed. He swore he was lining up a
killer gangbang, but he had blown me off too many times for me to
get my hopes up.
    She picked me up in her Ford Taurus and
looked to die for. She looked more expensive than her car. As for
me, I wore shorts so tight you could see my pussy lips and a skimpy
half-top that exposed my hard abs because, well, because I hated my
fucking neighbors. I gave her mouth some tongue and put her hand on
my pussy.
    "Do you trust me?" she asked, looking me in
the eye.
    WTF? "As much as I trust anyone."
    "Then take one of these." She got out two
pills and a bottle of water. "Choose one and I'll take the other.
It will make the sex that much better."
    "Is it addictive?" I asked.
    "The sex may be, but not the pill."
    Well, fuck! I didn't like drugs. I like to be
in control. Which is probably why I fantasized about being out of
control. I studied her closely, but sensed no danger. Shit. I
picked up one and she downed the other. After that we went to the
liquor store and bought some booze.
    Then things went to hell.
    As we walked back to her car, we passed a van
with a couple of guys checking us out in a way that made me very
nervous. They just gave off a very bad vibe. The bigger one said
hi, all friendly-like, and they made room for us. As Cindy led us
between them and the van, the van's sliding door suddenly opened
and men within pulled us in. The two outside wrapped their arms
around our legs and lifted us up. Scared shitless, a mean-looking
dude slapped duck tape over my mouth so no one could hear me
scream. I fought back, but they threw us on our backs, dragged us
in with our arms over our heads, then taped our wrists
together.
    Cindy and I were now completely helpless. One
of them fished through Cindy's purse for her car keys. When the van
took off, he followed in her car. Several men surrounded us on the
floor of the van, touching us all over, leering and making foul
gestures. Cindy and I could only bounce around like fish out of
water.
    "It was my idea, so I get first dibs on the
brunette," the cruelest-looking one said, referring to me.
    "It's my fucking van," said the biggest, "so
I get blondie first. Don't worry, all of you can fuck them all you
want." He grabbed us both by the chins so we would look at him.
"Here's the deal. Judging by how slutty you dress, I'm guessing you
girls need a lot of dicking. Well, you're in luck, cuz we need a
lot of pussy. Now, if you play along, I can promise that you won't
otherwise be harmed. We'll let you go tomorrow before dark. In
fact, the more you get into it, the easier it will go for you, with
food and bathroom breaks. All we want is sex. However, if you don't
get into it, then we will need to motivate you sluts to use what
God gave you. When you suck our dicks, you better suck them as if
your lives depend on it. If you bite us, we will smash your teeth
in. The better you fuck us, the better we will treat you. But if
you're a lousy lay, well, I imagine that will upset the hornier
guys. Nod your pretty heads if you understand." I was so scared