Five Angry Wives

Zoey woke up slowly but when she tried to sit up, the metal knob-ended hook up her anus, made her snap wide awake. She could not move, whatever was in her rectum was painful, and her mouth was gagged.

She turned her head to see five women staring at her. She recognized them from the country club where she was recently hired as the tennis pro. They were all dressed down in sweat pants and tops. Each had her hair pulled back into a pony tail, and each stood with their arms folded and glaring at her.

The last thing Zoey remembered was showering in the women's locker room at the country club then everything went black.

"So, slut, you think you can flirt with our husbands and get away with it?" asked one of the women.

"MMMMHHHHMMMM!"

"Save your breath, skank," said another wife. "You have any idea how hard it is to keep wealthy, good looking men from straying?"

"The last thing we need is some gold-digging whore like you trying to seduce and probably **** our men."

Zoey looked around. She could tell she was in a cheap motel. She struggled some more, but it only made the knob in her ass work its way in deeper.

"Shall we begin?" asked one of the wives. They advanced on Zoey.