I was married to my ex husband when I was not quite 16, my mother was my only parent; my dad left us when I was three. My mother signed for me to get married because she liked my husband-to-be and felt he would take care of me better than her on a waitress' salary.

John, my ex husband, was considerably older than I, a worldly 27. I started having sex with him when he fed me alcohol spiked Kool-aide till I almost passed out. Being young I was convinced I was in love and would do anything for him.

Within months of our marriage he started me on the occasional threesomes then forced me into gangbangs with his friends and buddies from work. After 4 years of this I finally was fed up. He could never hold a job, and we never had any money or anything else other than a very kinky sex life. John and I were divorced when I was almost 20. I had (thankfully) completed high school and applied to nursing school, where I graduated when I was 23.

I took a job working on a MED-SURG ward and met an older guy there who was a patient and treated me very nice. He sent me flowers and after the abuse from John and the groping of horny guys I'd dated since then, I absolutely loved it.

We started dating and six months later we were married in Las Vegas. Gary was 54, and owned his own Wholesale Auto Brokerage Company, and had a beautiful house. While we couldn't be considered millionaires the business was strong and financially sound. For the first time in my life money wasn't a concern. I was able to drive a Caddy, a 97 STS, my home was bigger than anything I could have imagined...with five bedrooms, three baths, large study, family room, etc.

But after being married for just about 3 years I started to get bored. I don't know why I felt this way, maybe deep down inside I missed something from the old days when I had been with multiple partners, or maybe Gary just wasn't that exciting in bed.

Gary went out of town every week to car auctions in bordering states, we live in Oklahoma. One night I was in the mood for a little partying so I got dressed up and went to a bar not far from where I lived. Looking back I realize that I'd drunk way too much. I danced all night and had sex with a guy in the back seat of my car. And after that night I was hooked on the excitement.

I started going out one night a week, usually Thursday, when John was out of town. Sometimes I had sex with guys, sometimes I didn't. I loved the attention, the excitement of not knowing what would happen, and the dancing too. I loved it when the guys would fondle me, especially in front of their friends, and I really enjoyed teasing the guys.

Over a period of time I became "hooked" on the aggressive type of guy. I think I craved a strong man, which Gary wasn't, somehow it excited me to be treated roughly by a strong man. If a guy I was dancing with was a proper gentleman -- or not very aggressive I'd soon lose interest in them.

This led to some sexual experiences that, if I had of tried to resist, I don't believe the guys would have stopped. These incidents greatly excited me and I actively sought out these types of encounters on a regular basis.

That summer afternoon I spent more time out visiting patients than I'd anticipated and it was near 7 p.m. when I finished. I decided to stop for a drink at a bar I had spotted on the way to my last patient's home. Walking in and ordering myself a Tom Collins I made myself comfortable at the bar. After an hour or so, a half way decent country and western band started up and I accepted a dance request from a handsome guy at the bar.

This bar was your basic Bar-Bar. Nothing more that a place to drink booze, no frills, a blue-collar bar in a somewhat rough neighborhood. Most of the men and the few women there were dressed in blue jeans and western shirts. I was dressed in my nurse's uniform not having had a chance to change.

Several rough looking men came into the bar and it was obvious that they were friends of the guy I was dancing with. They moved to a table and after few minutes, my new friend Ron, came back from the restroom and asked me for another dance. I agreed and after the dance he invited me over to the table where his friends were sitting eyeing us. After introductions we settled into some conversation and continued drinking.

I danced a lot with Ron and all of his friends and in the process ended up getting very drunk. I realize now looking back on it, that I stayed because I was really too drunk to leave, even though I knew I should have called a cab. The guys had started getting pretty touchy- feely by then...not that I was really complaining but I was spending more time fending off their hands than dancing by then. Finally I decided to sit at the bar just with Ron but as we sat together by the long wooden bar I found that I had to push Ron's hand away from my breasts too.

I noticed over the next hour or so that lots of men in the bar were checking out my breasts. That was not unusual, guys in bars do that to me a lot. But this time it seemed to be something more, it made me slightly nervous. Finally I had to get up to go take a pee. Upon entering the bathroom I glanced at myself in the mirror and could hardly recognized myself: my blouse was untucked and the buttons were undone almost to my naval exposing my white satin bra. No wonder everyone was staring at me, I thought.

After trying to get myself straightened out I returned to the table and thanked the men for the drinks and dancing and told them I had to go. They all seemed disappointed, and Ron told me he would walk me too my car.

Once we reached my car Ron kissed me and I returned the kiss. He fondled my breasts but I pushed his hands away. I unlocked the car door and Ron went to the passenger's side. I'm not sure why, but I unlocked the door for him. He again moved to kiss me and I found myself returning the kiss. I allowed him to touch my knee and could feel him slide it up my thigh. His other hand moved to my blouse and fondled my breasts again.

I'll admit it, dancing with all those guys, the drinks, and the kissing had got me pretty aroused by then. I'll also admit that I was giving some thought to fucking Ron in the back seat if kept it up much longer. I allowed his hand into my blouse. We continued to kiss for several more minutes and he finally succeeded in unbuttoning my blouse and unhooking my bra.

As his hands went to my now bare breasts, the coolness of the air on my nipples hardened them immediately. Breaking the kiss I pulled away and told him I that had to get home, trying to tease him, make him worry a little that he might not get any that night.

But suddenly one of the guys from the bar was looking in through the window at us. I tried to cover my breasts and was surprised when Ron grabbed my hands and held them together in one of his. I heard the backdoor driver side of my car open and felt the car move as several people climbed in.

"Ellen said she has to go home guys. She enjoyed teasing us and having us buy her drinks. Now she wants to run out on us, don't you Ellen? Quite drunk and very nervous I replied, "I just need to go home."

"You're not going anywhere honey till you give us some of that pussy of yours," Ron said in a menacing voice.

I jerked my hands free from his grip and slapped him across the face. His face immediately reddened with anger. One of the guys in the back said, "Ron's getting beaten up by a little bitch."

Ron immediately said, "Nobody hits me, especially a little bar whore!"

Ron slapped me hard across the face repeatedly. I could taste blood in my mouth and my vision became even more blurred. I tried to cry out but he kept slapping me. I brought my hands up to protect myself but they were grabbed by one of the men in the back seat. Ron slapped me several more times, which completely dazed me. Then numbly I felt him tugging and tearing my uniform blouse and felt cold air on my shoulders as he ripped it off me.

"Damn bitch, you do have some nice tits."

I struggled to focus on what was happening but I was dazed and drunk. But I could feel Ron's hands roughly fondle then squeeze my breasts. One of the men in the backseat pulled my hands back tightly behind me and pain shot through my shoulders.

"Come on Ellen, lets have some fun," Ron said as he started pinching my nipples harder. Pain shot through my breasts, I felt tears welling up in my eyes and I knew that my make-up would be running down my cheeks. (I think that I was more worried about my make-up at that moment than what these men had in mind for me.)

Ron fumbled with the switch to the car seat and I felt the back recline. The man behind me continued to hold my hands down, moving them above my head. Another guy who I couldn't see finished pulling my bra off. I felt Ron start tearing at my uniform skirt and then at my panty hose. My nipples were still sore and I was totally in shock. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Sure I'd messed around with plenty of men in the past, but I'd never been taken against my will before.