Enslaved: Chapter 4
I numbly reached for the door handle, I was going to just leave, nothing could
be worse than staying. Gloria was standing right outside the door. She smiled
and told me that she thought I might try and leave, but it would be easier if I
stayed. If I left she and Mona would have to show Tom what a "slut he had
married." After she and Mona finished talking to Tom I could never go home
again. If I continued to cooperate I would only suffer momentary embarrassment.
I was repulsed at what she considered "momentary embarrassment" but knew that I
had no choice. We went inside. Most everyone was in the living room. Tom was
there with Mona. He looked up at me. "How are you feeling?" "Better I lied".
Gloria told Tom that she wanted to show me her new crafts room. He laughed and
told me to have fun. Gloria guided me up the stairs. We went up into what had
been the attic. It had been remodeled for her to use for her hobbies. (I was
soon to learn that I was a hobby). Once there Denise soon joined us. Phil was
right behind her. "Shall we get started?" Gloria asked sarcastically. Phil
grabbed my arms while Gloria and Denise pulled my sweater off. As soon as my
arms slipped through the sleeves Phil grabbed them again. They removed my skirt
and slip and then, strangely, Gloria asked Phil and Denise to leave the room."
"Joan, don't talk, just and absorb what I have to say. Go ahead, sit down on the
bed. Obviously you realized earlier that you have more to gain by going along
with us than by fighting. What I have in mind for you isn't too bad. You are
going to have to learn to cooperate. If you do, your life will go on pretty much
as it always has. If not, well, I have some alternate plans. For the rest of
today, relax and try to have fun. I promise you will not be hurt." I thought
about what she had said. All through my life, from high school, college, and
marriage I had been a "good girl", a "good wife" and generally had conformed to
what a "nice" girl should do. Tom had been my "first". I fantasized about other
men on occasion but had never so much as expressed the thought. I always dressed
modestly. The night they raped me I was terrified, humiliated, degraded to the
point of being sick, but when I thought back about it, I started to feel warm
down around my vagina. I knew, and she knew that I was going to cooperate. She
knew how I felt, degraded but excited.
Dave came in the room. Gloria commanded that I kneel on the floor. I did. Phil
and Denise came back in. Denise picked up a tape measure and proceeded to take
my measurements. After she measured my bust I was allowed to replace my bra. She
recorded the measurements on a bulletin board. I noticed that there were blanks
there so the succeeding measurement could be compared to the previous ones. Dave
looked down the stairs and into the hallway. He reported that the coast was
clear Gloria led me down stairs to the bathroom. I was directed to step on the
scale. We started back into the attic but Gloria guided me to her bedroom. She
pushed my head down into what had been an old heating grate, but was now
slightly open into her living room. I saw Tom and Mona on the couch, Mona had
her hand on his arm and it was obvious they were engrossed in conversation. Her
skirt had slipped partially off her thigh. He was enjoying her company. It was
also obvious that she was offering him more than a platonic relationship. Before
I could react Gloria guided me back upstairs. I was directed to kneel on the
floor again while the others discussed my body. I learned that they thought it
was good, but that I would be sent to the "Workout World" to improve it. During
the afternoon, I stayed there, not ignored but not harassed either. Phil wrote
out an exercise schedule and told me that I would be using it soon. Dave and
Phil spent most of the time downstairs.
I could hear the kids in another room but they stayed well out of the way most
of the afternoon. I was terrified that one of them would come in and see me like
this. Denise mentioned something to Gloria about Tom coming up but Gloria
laughed and assured her that Mona was not going to let him out of her sight.
Late in the afternoon Denise told me to dress and come on downstairs. She took
me into the bathroom and helped rearrange my make-up. When I came downstairs Tom
had the kids in the living room and they were preparing to leave. Gloria asked
me to stay. "Tom you don't mind if Joan stays awhile do you?" He said it was up
to me. They both looked at me, but before I could speak Gloria spoke up, "great,
it's settled, Joan promised me she would help me bake tonight". With that Tom
told me not to stay too late, kissed me, and left with the kids.
Gloria brought me into the living room. Mona brought out the bag of clothing she
had taken from my home earlier. Dave and Phil seemed to be arranging some
photographic lights and shades around the Christmas tree. Dave had several
cameras two on tripods, and one with a strange looking lens that he was holding
in his hand. As soon as they finished arranging things they looked at me,
expectantly, "Well come on, step up here." I came forward and Dave "posed me" in
front of the tree. "Turn slightly sideways, bend forward slightly, now with your
right hand, grab a handful of skirt and raise it a little." "Damn it smile!" I
was sobbing by now, Dave roughly wiped my face, and pushed me into the position
he wanted. For several minutes we went on like this. Finally, Gloria who had
been watching silently suggested that we were going about this all wrong. "Strip
her!!" she commanded, Denise and Mona proceeded to undress me. They weren't
rough, they weren't gentle, they were just cold and efficient. After I was
undressed Dave lay me down on the floor, on my side and photographed me in front
of the tree. Then he moved me so that I was on my back, feet towards the camera,
legs spread, and my left hand (wedding ring) covering my vagina. I was made to
pose this way for a while. Eventually I was allowed to put on some clothing, and
I was photographed for the next couple hours in various stages of dress and
undress. I tried on all the pairs of panty hose Mona had brought, Dave and Phil
selected the shades they liked. One skirt, my longest, had been slit to the
waist, another had been hemmed up during the afternoon so that it was much too
short. They tried every combination of clothing and pose imaginable. No blouse,
then no skirt, change shoes, bra on, bra off, panty hose on, panty hose off,
change skirts, remove skirt etc. I wasn't enjoying this at all but I wasn't as
scared as I had been originally. I was still scared and maybe a little angry
(although my fear overruled my anger) but it wasn't as hard to go along with
them as it had been in the beginning. I realized what Gloria had done. By making
me pose nude at first, I knew the worst was over and that things had to get
better. It worked. Both Dave and Phil became quite solicitous, as long as I
cooperated they were gentle.
About 9:30 Dave told Gloria he was done. Mona piped up, "I have one more idea."
I was directed to put on some suntan panty hose, my black heels, and my
daughters White sweater, but no skirt. The sweater was quite long and actually
partially covered my thighs. Gloria brought me to the kitchen, bent me over the
sink and soaked the sweater with water. She brought me drip ping into the living
room. Mona had collected 3 hair dryers and they began heating the sweater to dry
it, while I was still in it. It took about an hour. When they finished they
repeated the process. Finally they did it again. This time before it was totally
dry Mona suggested they try some shots. By now the sweater had shrunk. It was
form fitting. It had stretched around my breasts and was tight on my stomach. It
still covered a little thigh.
Dave posed me in front of the tree again. This time he took several rolls of
film of just this outfit. I knelt, I bent over, I was twisted, and even took one
shot looking straight at the camera, hands underneath my chest as if I was
offering my breasts. This shot took awhile to get right because they insisted I
smile. It wasn't easy but Gloria's threats and the promise that they would keep
it up until I got it right scared me into trying. The resultant grimace wasn't
great but Dave said it would do. Finally Gloria suggested the men pose with me.
I knelt in front of them, Dave unzipped his fly and placed my hand around his
penis. I began to perform as he wished. When he was done he did not put his
penis back into his pants, he stood next to we while I was forced to suck Phil.
During this time Gloria took numerous shots. Finally they were done.
I was told to kneel in the corner for a while. Mona asked me about the family
photo that we had taken several weeks earlier. "Tom told me that you are going
to send cards this year with that photo on them". I nodded agreement. Dave
looked at Gloria and they both smiled. "Bring us some of them!" "When will you
pick them up?" I replied that they should be ready on Monday. Gloria ordered me
to bring them to her immediately after I got them. The phone rang, Dave answered
it. "Everything is fine, she should be finished in a little. Joan, it's Tom." He
handed me the phone and I took it. "He sounded a little irritated. It's well
passed midnight hon, when will you be home? I didn't think you would stay this
long, I wish you would have called, is everything all right?" As he was speaking
Phil had reached over and was absentmindedly fondling my thigh. Denise tried to
smother a giggle but failed. I told Tom I was all right and would be home soon.
He sounded a little relieved, I told him not to wait up, He said he would try
but in any case to wake him when I got in. I promised and we hung up. I asked
Gloria if I could leave. She told me that they weren't done with me yet. She
wanted to get a few more shots of me with my ring finger wrapped around Dave's
penis. I was posed again, and again. Finally they were through. Gloria told me
to dress, as I had been dressed when I arrived. I did but Mona stopped me when I
started to put the skirt on. Gloria told me that I was through for the weekend
but that I had better be back Monday at 1:30 with the family Christmas cards.
"Do you hear me?" "Yes, I heard." "Than you better be here." Gloria took me into
the kitchen where we were joined by Mona. "Joan, I have a few instructions for
you; first you will no longer wear pantsuits or jeans, you will wear skirts and
dresses ALWAYS, second you will no longer say no to a man, and third you will
use the back door when you are at my home." Do you understand? I nodded. She
sounded gentle so I asked her why... Before The words were out of my mouth I was
told to "Shut UP!!! In due time you will learn, for now, just cooperate and you
will be allowed to continue your way of life. Mona got up to leave. I gathered
my skirt in my hand, looked for my slip with no success, found my purse and
headed for the door.
"Wrong door bitch" with that Gloria pointed at the back door. I walked out and
found Mona waiting out front. She motioned for me to get into her car. I did.
She drove to my house, once in front I started to put my skirt on. She stopped
me. "Get out of the car." "I'm not dressed." She reached over and pushed me out,
I was to scared to fight. Once out of her car I stood there, she had stopped
under a street light, and put my skirt on. I walked into the house.
On the kitchen counter was a yellow manila envelope. Joan, read me, it said in
large red letters. I opened it and gasped. It contained a blank diary, but also
about twenty pictures taken two weeks earlier. The photographs formed a
chronological record of my gang-rape. There was a note. "Joan use this diary to
record what happened to you during the last two weeks. Be detailed, be specific,
record your thoughts and your feelings. Bring this with you when you come over
Monday. You may keep the snapshots. So far you are the only one in your family
who has seen them. You will, from now on, maintain your diary being very
explicit about you do and who you do it with. If you continue to cooperate, we
may be able to keep it this way. Sweet Dreams... Gloria, Mona, and Denise."
I stuffed the photo's back into the manilla envelope and shoved it into a
cabinet full of junk that no one ever looked into, and stumbled upstairs sobbing
quietly. Tom was sound asleep when I got there. For some reason I looked on his
dresser. There was one of his business cards with some writing on it, I took it
into the bathroom to read. It was a women's handwriting, it had a phone number,
and address, and it was signed Mona... Not knowing what could come next, I
crawled off to bed. I thought about the day, Tom's possible relationship with
Mona, and Gloria's final orders. I drifted off to sleep.
