Chapter 11

Jane woke with a start, disoriented.

As she came out of her sleepy haze, she felt vaguely unclean and ashamed. She realized she'd been having a very sinful dream, but she couldn't remember any of the particulars, and she didn't want to: those kinds of thoughts were unchristian, and she was a good christian woman.

More awake now, she felt the unfamiliar, unwelcome signs of arousal - a warm sensation between her legs, her erect, sensitive nipples rubbing unpleasantly against the fabric of her undergarments. She blushed, upset with herself: somehow she thought that if her spirit was more pure, she would have better control over her own baser functions.

Still, what happened when she was unconscious wasn't her fault, and now that she was awake again, she was in complete control again, a young woman beyond approach. Yes, it was all coming back to her now. She was in the back seat of a limousine, on the way to an exclusive dinner party hosted by her father, the Senator. Everyone who was anyone in Washington society would be there.

And so would Jane, because she was always invited to these functions. Everyone loved her and, she had to admit, maybe they even envied her a little. And who wouldn't? After all, she was young, beautiful, well-educated and rich, a successful corporate lawyer from a successful family, on her way to the top...

... and she had the most wonderful husband in the world. Steve. Turning her head, she saw the handsome young lobbyist sitting beside her. Handsome, muscular, blonde - a self-made man, with impeccable morals. And he respected her. She smiled as she remembered how polite he had been during their courtship, never pressuring her for physical intimacy. Why, even on their wedding night, he had been the perfect gentleman. Naturally, she had been a virgin, and she'd been nervous about her marital duties - but after that first time, which had been magical and incredibly romantic, he had barely ever pressured her for sex, preferring only to snuggle with her and shower her with kisses. And that was fine with Jane.

Steve glanced over at her and flashed his pearly whites. "We're here, my angel. And, by the way, have I mentioned how absolutely elegant you look this evening?"

"Only about a dozen times, silly," Jane giggled, blushing. But it was true: she did look divine. She wore an elegant white evening gown of shimmering silk (made just for her by one of the finest designers in Paris), long white gloves and an expensive string of pearls. Her hair, coiffed by the finest stylist in Washington, was piled on top of her head so that she looked like Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's. She even wore a little diamond tiara, and why not? She was queen of all she surveyed. And she knew she deserved it all.

Stepping from the car, her perfect evening was ruined by the sight of a filthy homeless man begging for change outside her father's palatial estate. "Please, I'm so hungry," the wretched specimen of human filth whined.

Turning to the chauffeur, Jane snapped, "Why do I have to see this? Don't you have sense enough to shoo these pests away without being told?"

"Yes, ma'am, I'm sorry," the chauffeur muttered, leading the homeless man away.

"There, there," Steve said, taking Jane by the arm. "Don't be upset, sugar plum."

"I'm not upset," Jane said bravely. "I just get angry when I see lazy people begging like that. Where is their dignity?"

Entering the house, Jane said hello to all the gathered dignitaries and socialites, blessing them with her presence. Steve escorted her into the cavernous, candle-lit dining hall and she took her seat at the long banquet table. Everything was so perfect, except...

"Boy!" she cried out to a 30-year-old Cuban butler standing at attention near the table. "Look at my wine glass! It's filthy!"

The Cuban butler rushed forward and saw that the wine glass did, in fact, have a small smudge marring its surface. "I'm sorry, ma'am."

"Well, you should be!" Jane snapped. "Doesn't my father pay you enough to do your job correctly? Maybe you should go back out to sea with the boat people where you belong!"

"My apologies," the Cuban butler backed away with the glass. "I beg your forgiveness."

"There, there, sugarplum," Steve cooed beside her, patting her leg. Suddenly, his powerful hand slid up between her legs, violently grabbing her crotch through the cool silk of her gown. "Don't be such a cunt."

Jane shot to her feet like she'd been zapped with an electric charge, too shocked to speak. "How DARE you!" she shrieked.

"Sit down and shut up," Steve snarled. Although she was utterly furious, Jane did as she was told, not wanting to cause a scene. Or at least that's what she told herself.

Across from her, her father stood up and tapped on his glass, enjoining his guests to take their seats at the table. "Thank you all for coming. I'm sure you've all been looking forward to this, and so have I. As you all know, my dirty little whore of a daughter has been given a drug that forces her to follow any command, no matter how degrading. Isn't that right, Jane?"

Jane gaped at her father in horror. Her face burned with such embarrassment that she felt like she was on fire. Everyone in the room was staring at her - the cream of Washington society - all her friends and co-workers.

SMACK! Jane snapped out of her initial paralysis as Steve slapped her hard across the face. "Answer him, bitch!"

Tears sprang to Jane's eyes as she jumped up, livid, shrieking, "I DON'T KNOW WHAT HE'S TALKING ABOUT! HOW DARE YOU... !"

"Stick a cork in it!" Steve laughed and Jane... practically delirious with confusion and emotion, suddenly found herself grabbing the cork out of the nearest wine bottle.

"I've never been so humiliated in all my..." The rest of her words were muffled as Jane stuck the cork into her mouth, smudging her lipstick. All the guests at the table laughed, openly mocking Jane now that the game was afoot.

"That's right, Jane," her father smiled. "You've never been as badly humiliated as you will be tonight... but you've been humiliated before, you just don't remember what a cum-guzzling whore you really are, because I commanded you to forget. I made you think that you were virginal and pure, and that all these people loved and adored you. But that was just a lie, so you could re-experience your utter degradation again tonight as if it were the first time. The horrified, helpless look on your face already tells me that it was worth it. Because, you see, Jane, as much as your mother, brother and I... and many of the other people in this room, including the porn star we hired to play your husband... enjoy fucking your ass and your face and your pussy on a regular basis... we noticed that you were starting to enjoy it too much. That's no fun. I want you to feel the pain and anguish of your punishment all over again. I want you to know that you're being raped and that you deserve it, because you're such a trampy little cunt."

"NOOO!" Jane screamed, nearly gagging on the cork in her sluttish mouth as she tried to run from the room.

"STOP!" her father commanded. She froze in mid-flight, nearly toppling forward as her legs suddenly betrayed her. This can't be happening, she thought, panic-stricken, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Turn to face us," her father continued. "Spit out that cork and open your eyes."

Jane felt like she was in a nightmare as she turned helplessly to face the table, spitting the cork from her lips. When her eyes popped open and she saw the familiar faces of her friends and family now transformed into hideous, leering masks of lust, the reality of the situation suddenly hit home. This was really happening.

"Please..." she wailed, her body racked with sobs. "I don't understand..."

"Don't speak unless you're spoken to, bitch," Steve snapped. "And answer like the dirty little girl you are, with a 'Yes, daddy' or 'No, daddy.'"

"Yes, daddy," Jane whimpered in a baby voice, subconsciously sucking her thumb for comfort.

"Don't expect any sympathy from anyone here," her father smiled. "You've always treated people like objects, and now you're our puppet. Do you believe that? Do you believe that you're a slut slave?"

"No, daddy!" Jane cried. "I'm a good girl!"

"Oh really? Let's see. Piss on yourself."

Jane couldn't believe her ears, but suddenly warm urine was running down her thighs, staining the front of her beautiful dress, forming a puddle at her feet.

A fresh wave of humiliation coursed through Jane as the room erupted in mocking laughter. The shame and embarrassment of the moment was so terrible that she wanted to die, but it only got worse as her father commanded her to raise the hem of her gown and expose her wet, naked cunt to the room.

As she felt the breeze on her exposed genitalia, Jane realized for the first time that she wasn't wearing underwear and that her pubic hair had been shaved off, leaving the moist pink lips of her pussy totally exposed.

"You're a dirty little girl, aren't you?" her father sneered.

"Yes, daddy," Jane muttered, lowering her eyes in surrender, knowing it was true.

"And does my dirty little girl want to be gang-raped?"

"No, daddy, no! Please!"

"Quiet! You have no choice. You're going to be raped in your ass and your cunt and your mouth, and the worst part is that you're going to like it. The more you get fucked, the better it's going to feel... but you won't be able to come until I give you permission. And I won't give you permission until you beg me. If you're really a good little girl, then we'll let you go free. But if you beg me, you'll know you're a whore and you'll be our slave forever. Now... ask to be raped... and be polite."

"Rape me..." Jane whispered. "... please..."

With that, three men charged into the room, and Jane gasped when she saw them: her chauffeur, the Cuban butler and the filthy homeless man she had insulted.

The three men grabbed her and threw her down on the dinner table, tearing the dress from her struggling body. Nobody had commanded her to lie still, so Jane fought the attackers, but the lustful crowd around the table grabbed her arms and legs, holding her down and spreading her legs wide open as the Cuban pulled out his huge cock and plunged it into her piss-wet cunt with a single hard thrust.

Jane screamed in pain as the giant phallus split her wide, but for the first time in the whole ordeal, she felt the first, horrible stirring of pleasure in her cunt. The chauffeur jumped up on the table and straddled her chest, tearing the necklace from around her throat. "I'll give you a real pearl necklace, you bitch," he laughed, grabbing her large tits and mashing them against his cock, thrusting it back and forth between her slick, sweaty breasts until he quickly ejaculated all over her neck.