0 comments/ 280386 views/ 15 favorites Shakedowns & Satisfaction Ch. 1 By: wannabyour Paula sat in the teacher's break room, looking discretely over at Oren as she ate. She had to agree with the other women, Oren was attractive. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. . He looked strong without being muscle-bound. He also had handsome features, with wild and wavy brown hair. Oren had started at the school a month ago, teaching history, and had quickly become popular among the students. Also, he seemed to be well liked by the other faculty members and employees, particularly the women. Still, there was something about him that scared Paula a little. It wasn't that Oren hadn't been nice to her, Paula thought. In fact, he had been so nice that she wondered if he wasn't trying to come on to her. But when he spoke to her, there were times when the smile on his lips was not matched by the look in his eyes. It was a little disconcerting. "I'm probably just overreacting," Paula often thought. "He's probably just being friendly and I'm just reading too much into it." Oren looked over at her and Paula dropped her eyes. She didn't want to be caught staring at him. When Oren walked towards her, Paula looked up and smiled. "How are you today, Paula? I haven't seen you all morning," Oren said. His voice sounded soft, deep, and confident. "I'm doing well Oren, how are you?" Paula replied. "I'm fine," he said, studying her for a moment. "I'm glad I caught you. I'm going to the pub today after work. I wanted to invite you to join me." He paused, seeing the wheels turning in Paula's mind. "It is the end of the work week," he said for emphasis. "I think you'll find it's a nice way to unwind. It would give us a chance to get to know each other better." Paula's initial response was defensive. Outside of work, she seldom went anywhere without her husband. But this weekend, her husband was away on business. She wasn't sure whether she liked Oren, but she was fairly sure she could count on him to be a gentleman. Also, he was right, it was a beautiful day, it was Friday afternoon, and a drink at the pub might be a nice way to unwind. Not wanting to go home to an empty house, Paula gave in, "Sure, Oren, I think that might be nice." "Good," Oren said. He seemed genuinely pleased. "Why don't we meet after school in the parking lot. We can take my car and come back later for yours." "That sounds fine," Paula said. Then, as Oren walked away, she felt a twinge of guilt. John, her husband, was away and she felt as though she were cheating on him. "That's nonsense," she scolded herself. "Oren is just taking me out for a drink." Still, she didn't want Oren to get the wrong idea. Also, she didn't want to be the subject of gossip around the school. "Stop worrying," she said to herself. "You'll have two drinks, then you'll go home." The pub Oren took her to was only a few blocks away. They made small talk on the drive over and were soon facing each other in a comfortable booth. Two large mugs of beer were on the table between them. "I don't usually drink very much," Paula was saying. "Well then you need to start," Oren pointed out. "This is very good beer and it deserves our attention. Did you know this beer has historical significance? It has a long and noble tradition. It dates back at least as far as 10,000 BC - not this particular beer, you understand, but beer-making in general. We have an obligation to drink this beer. If we don't, we could be destroying centuries of hard work." Paula was amused. He was giving a tongue-in-cheek history lecture as though it were something of the greatest importance. Also, she was also beginning to relax and enjoy herself. There was good music playing. Everyone in the pub seemed to be having fun. It was nice not to be home alone. For the next hour, Oren proved to be good company. The two of them talked about the school - Oren made her laugh with his descriptions of some of the students. They talked about Oren's previous jobs. They talked about politics. They even talked about John, Paula's husband, and what he did for a living. Here, Paula took the opportunity to make it clear how much she loved her husband. Before long, Paula found herself letting Oren talk her into having a third beer. "One more," she said, "but after this one, I'll need to get home." "Then let's enjoy it while it lasts," was Oren's reply. He continued talking, telling amusing anecdotes about his university days, but now Paula began to laugh less frequently. She was beginning to feel queasy. "All you all right?" Oren asked, seeing the look on Paula's face. "I think I might be coming down with something," Paula replied. A few beers had never made her feel like this, she thought. "Perhaps we should get you home," Oren said, looking concerned. Paula was grateful when Oren put his arm around her as he walked her to the door. She felt dizzy, and she couldn't understand why. She made no objections when Oren suggested she leave her car at the school. She just wanted to get home. Sitting in Oren's car, she felt the cool of the window as she leaned her head against it. Then, she found herself trying to wake up as Oren was helping her from the car. She was unsteady on her feet and Oren had to half walk, half carry her into her house. Paula awoke with a pounding headache. It was morning. She could see by the slant of the light through the window. It took her a moment to remember what had happened the night before. She remembered Oren walking her to her door, and that was all she remembered. As she lay back down, her mind suddenly came awake. She was under the covers with no clothes! "What the hell?" She thought. "What could have happened? Had she gotten undressed herself? Had something happened between her and Oren?" "The bastard!" Paula thought. Now she wanted to cry. He might have undressed her. He might have raped her! The phone rang, jarring Paula. She didn't want to move, but after the third ring she reached over and picked it up. "Hello?" "Paula, good morning. How are you feeling this morning?" it was Oren. "I....What happened last night?" Paula mumbled. Her anger was gone. She didn't know what to think. "You don't sound too well," Oren said sounding concerned. "Why don't you take a few minutes, go wash your face. Then I'll call you back." "All right," Paula said, still feeling sick to her stomach. She didn't have the strength to argue. "After you wash your face, I think you should look at the email I sent," Oren said. Then he hung up. "What an odd thing," Paula thought of Oren's words as she got up, slightly wobbly, and headed to the bathroom. She couldn't think clearly, so she just pushed it out of her mind. By the time Paula had washed her face, brushed her teeth and taken a pee, she was feeling somewhat better. Her mind was still groggy, but at least she could stand up straight. She went to her computer wondering what sort of email Oren had sent. He had never sent her mail before. How did he even get her email address? The computer purred into action as Paula turned it on, then she pulled up her mail. The most recent mail was from Oren - empty except for an attachment. When Paula opened the attachment, she got the shock of her life. A photo had filled the screen. It showed Paula lying back on her bed. Her dress was pulled up to her waist. Her knees were bent and her legs spread wide. She was wearing no panties. Now, a whole new sick feeling spread over Paula. She saw the dress she had been wearing last night, saw that she was laying on her own bed, and the anger welled up in her. He had taken pictures of her last night! "That bastard," she screamed out loud. She saw an icon in the lower corner of the screen. The attachment was a slide show! She clicked, and another image filled the screen. In this photo she had no dress or panties. Her bra had been pulled down to reveal her breasts. Slowly, feeling overwhelmed and nauseated, she clicked again. The next slide showed a man lying on the bed with his hand on her stomach, him wearing clothes, her with just her bra. The man lay on his side with his face turned towards the camera. Paula looked closer, and then she realized with a shock that it wasn't just a man. It was one of the high school students. In a daze now she clicked through slide after slide: her with a leg thrown over the same boy, him sucking on her tit, her with her fingers in her cunt, the two of them naked together, him on top of her, she on top of him with his dick clearly in her pussy. Paula's mind was raging as she sat there. Then she began sobbing, "Oh my god. Oh my god." The phone was ringing and she picked it up, unable to speak. "Listen very carefully, Paula," it was Oren, speaking slowly and clearly so she would understand. "What you're looking at are photo's of you having sex with a student. No one looking at them would know you'd been drugged. If people in the community see them, it will be the end of your job, the end of your marriage. You will probably go to jail. Your life will be ruined. No one will see these, Paula, as long as you do everything I tell you. You have no choice, Paula. You belong to me now." Then Oren hung up. For the rest of the day, Paula hardly moved. She lay on the bed and cried, then went to look at the slides again. She saw that Oren was right. In some of the photos her eyes were open. In others, she looked as though she were playing with herself. No one would believe that she had been drugged, that she had been forced to have sex with this boy. She climbed back into bed and cried. She had betrayed her husband. She would loose her job. What would she do? How could she ever tell John? That afternoon, the phone rang again. It was Oren. "I'll be at your house in half an hour. I want you to shower and put on makeup, then you are to put on a loose, short dress. Do not put on underwear. Do it or I'll email these photos to everyone I know." With that he hung up again. Paula, now suddenly scared to death, began to do as she was told. She thought about other people seeing her in those photos and it sickened her. She struggled to move fast, and was just brushing her hair when she heard the knock at the door. "You bastard!" the anger welled up in her as soon as Oren walked in the house. Oren grabbed her throat and she stood there shocked, her anger suddenly gone. "Sit down and shut up," Oren commanded pointing at the sofa. Now, the tears began welling up again in Paula's eyes. She did as she was told. "Let me explain something," Oren said, standing in front of her. "This is not the end of your life. No one ever has to see those photos. As long as you do as I tell you, no one ever will. "Kyle is the only one who knows about our little arrangement, and he won't say a word." Now Paula remembered, Kyle was the name of the student in the photos. "No one else will ever have to know that you have become my slave. Kyle won't talk because he knows he'd better not. Your husband need never know about any of this. Your marriage can go on as before. As long as you do as I tell you, you have nothing to worry about. You may even come to enjoy the time we spend together. In any case, you have no choice. You do understand this, don't you?" he said pointedly. "Yes,' Paula replied meekly. "Except when we're at school, you will address me as 'Sir,' as in 'Yes, Sir' and 'No, Sir,'" Oren went on. "You will not speak unless I ask you a question or give you permission. If you wish to speak you may raise your hand. You will do exactly as I tell you. Do you understand?" Oren was speaking forcefully. Paula saw quite clearly that she had no choice. She wiped her tears and replied, "Yes, Sir." "Good," Oren smiled. "Now I want you to get down on your knees and suck my cock." Paula looked up in shock as Oren pulled down his zipper. When he pulled out his semi-erect cock, she just stared at it. Then, Oren grabbed a fistful of her hair, pushing her down and forward. Paula fell to her knees and continued to stare at the cock as her face was pushed towards it. Unable to accept what was happening, her mind simply went blank. She opened her mouth and allowed it to close around Oren's cock. She felt his cock hot on her tongue. It tasted salty and felt smooth in her mouth. She closed her eyes and began bobbing her head on his cock. She had no choice, she kept telling herself. Paula tried to push any thoughts of her marriage out of her mind. She felt like a slut and a whore. She felt humiliated. She had lost control of her life, but with each thought of her own helplessness and depravity, she surrendered more of herself. She had no choice, she kept thinking. She was not turned on by what was happening. Still, without realizing it, she began to respond sexually to her own degradation. Her vagina had begun to swell; her lips were beginning to moisten. He was controlling her - making her a slut. She began to feel the tingle and wetness between her legs. She was enjoying it, she realized! She was enjoying it and, with that knowledge, she felt all the more humiliated. Oren had grabbed Paula's head and was slamming into her now. She had tilted her head up to keep from hurting her nose as he made his thrusts. Instinctively, as his cock invaded her throat, she had straightened her neck and was timing her breathing. The head of his cock seemed to keep growing larger. She began to panic, unable to breathe. Then, suddenly, she felt his seed pouring down her throat. Oren had her suck every last drop out of his cock. When he pulled his cock from her mouth, Paula sank back and lowered her head in shame. "You did very good slut. You're going to make a fine, obedient little tramp. Now, turn around and lift your skirt up over your waist," Oren commanded. Still on her knees, Paula did as she was told. Her face burned as she thought of the view Oren had - her on her knees with her head down, her legs apart, and her naked ass thrust up in the air. The position made her feel completely defenseless. Oren moved beside her, and she felt his hand on her. It began by just barely touching the bush on Paula's mound. It danced upwards, lightly tickling Paula's shaven pussy lips. Finally, it tickled her asshole as it moved up the crack of her ass. Oren did this a few times, each time causing Paula to struggle in response to the tickling sensation. Then, Oren began applying slightly more pressure. He still hadn't parted the lips of Paula's pussy, but Paula could tell that her moisture had found its way to his fingers. He stroked her, and her body responded with still more moisture. Now her lips were beginning to part. His fingers were stroking the wetness inside her, on either side of her clit. Paula was arching her back, trying to meet his touch. A moan escaped her lips as little fireworks began to go off in her mind. Suddenly, Oren stopped. "Crawl to the door," he told Paula. Paula was short of breath. It took a moment for her to respond, "Yes, Sir," as she began warily crawling towards the door. Oren watched her sweet ass as she meekly did as she was told. Her puffy lips were parted and glistened with her cum. It brought a smile to his lips, knowing that he had judged Paula correctly. "Now you can get up," Oren said. "I'm going to take you to retrieve your car. Then, we're going to take a ride together." * * * Shakedowns & Satisfaction Ch. 2 Having driven her car back home from the school, Paula was now sitting in Owen's car. As he drove, the two sat in silence, Paula still hanging her head in shame. She thought of John, her husband, and felt tears rolling down her cheeks. "What was she going to do?" she wondered. She wanted to jump from the car. She thought about running away and changing her identity, about killing herself or killing Oren. Her mind jumped irrationally from thought to thought trying to find a way out of her predicament. "Take your clothes off," Oren said suddenly. "But ... but, someone could see," Paula almost whispered. "Just do it!" Paula slowly began pulling her dress up over her head. She wore nothing underneath. Then she slumped, naked in the passenger seat, glancing at passing motorists and trying to keep her breasts below the level of the window. Oren looked at her, admiring her beauty. He thought her 34B breasts with their smallish brown nipples looked perfect on her slim body. Removing something from the glovebox, he said, "Put this on and lay down on the seat." Paula took the object and, for a moment, didn't know what it was. Then she saw that it was a leather mask, designed to completely cover her face with only a small hole for her to breathe through. It took Paula a few moments, fumbling with the buckles, to get it on. Then she felt Oren pull her head down to his lap. Paula didn't know whether to be frightened or grateful. She felt less exposed laying down, also no one would recognise her, but she was unable to see. She would not be required to suck Oren, she knew. The hole in the mask was too small. She just lay on her side, her head in Oren's lap, straining with her remaining senses to try to tell what was happening. Oren looked down at Paula seeing how her nipples had hardened in the cool air. One at a time, he took each nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, gradually increasing the pressure. Then he reached down and put his hand between Paula's legs. Paula lifted her leg, allowing him access to her lips and the wetness between. As Oren started rubbing her clit in rapid circular movements, Paula involuntarily arched her back. She forgot about her thoughts of escape. She forgot to follow the sounds around her and the turns the car was making. Instead, Paula's mind focused on the sensations in her crotch. Suddenly the stimulation stopped and Paula wanted to groan. Then she felt a 'bump,bump' as the car turned into a driveway. "A parking lot. They must be in a parking lot," Paula realized as she felt the motion of the car as it turned and parked. "Get up on your knees," Oren told her after he had shut off the engine. Paula complied, the thought strangely crossing her mind that he wasn't making her say 'Yes, Sir' as long as she quickly did as she was told. Paula felt the pressure of Oren's hand between her shoulder blades as he held Paula's head in his lap. She knew that her naked ass was thrust obscenely up in the air, but Paula just lay there, limp, while Oren began stroking her naked back and ass. Oren marveled at Paula's beauty as he stroked her body. It occurred to him how extremely fortunate he was to have her under his control. He also knew that the other men in the adult book store parking lot would appreciate her beauty. He reached into the side pocket of his car and removed some vaseline. Putting a dab on his finger, he rubbed it on Paula's asshole. Paula felt Oren's finger and her asshole tensed, but once again her wetness increased. She had stopped thinking about being blackmailed - about fighting to save her job and marriage. She would simply submit to Oren's use of her. She heard a sound, the sound of the car windows being opened. She began to raise herself, but Oren's hands pressing down on her back reminded her that she was not to move. Then she felt other hands as they reached in the window behind her, grasping her ass. With a sharp intake of breath, Paula flinched, trying to move her ass away from the open window. Oren held her down, reminding Paula once again to relax and submit. Paula let her body go limp. She had never felt so vulnerable, so willing to be used. She felt like a slave, on her knees while strangers had full access to her naked ass and cunt. She felt two fingers open her and was surprised to feel how very wet she was. The two fingers slid into her, then another began pressing into her ass. Paula tried to relax further, hoping to open her ass to the invading finger. As she did so, the fingers within her started moving in a fucking motion. She felt as they moved in unison, invading her insides. She found herself pressing her face further into Oren's lap as opened her holes to their invading thrusts. The fucking built in momentum. The two fingers in her cunt were replaced by three, then a second finger joined the finger in her ass. Paula's moans had turned into grunts as the fingers slammed into her. She felt that her holes had been spread to their limit. She had stopped wondering who or how many people were watching her or fucking her. All that mattered was the orgasm building inside her. When the orgasm hit, Paula bit her lip trying to stifle a scream. Her cunt and her entire abdomen went into contractions, pumping her juices out so that they dripped down the inside of her thighs. Her asshole, after initially contracting, had opened up wide. A third finger joined the other two that were pumping into her ass. Wave after wave of orgasm passed through Paula. Never before had she cum for so long. Then, as the orgasm subsided and the fingers withdrew, Paula was left feeling as though she had two empty, gaping holes between her legs. "Thank you gentlemen," Paula heard Oren say as he started the car. He put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking lot, as Paula collapsed on the seat next to him. She lay there, her mind empty, feeling the dull thob and wetness between her legs. * * * Oren turned in at a dirt road and followed it over the hill and down towards the river. He had driven in silence, the scent of Paula's sex filling the car. Paula was laying there, half on and half off the car seat, making no attempt to move. Drained of all will and desire, her mind simply focused on the car's movements. She felt the bumps as Oren inched the car down the dirt road; felt the car stop; heard as Oren turned off the car and got out. Birds were chirping. A warm breeze blew through the open windows. Paula listened as soft footsteps approach her side of the car, then the door opened. "Get out," Oren said. Paula backed out of the car and stood, almost falling over. Still wearing the mask and unable to see, she felt disoriented and slightly dizzy. "You can take off the mask," Oren instructed. Paula removed the mask and was momentarily blinded by the bright sunlight, then her surroundings came into focus. She stood on a grassy slope. There was a single tree near the front of the car. At the bottom of the field, a small river flowed. Two young men stood holding fishing rods, staring not at the river, but at her. Paula felt the soft breeze flowing over her naked body, then Oren gently took her hand in his. Oren led Paula to the front of the car, then had her lay her face down on the hood. Paula's face was turned, watching the two men fishing as they in turn watched her. She heard the sound of Oren's zipper, felt him move between her parted legs, felt his member enter her still wet hole. The whole time Paula was being fucked, her eyes never left the two fishermen. She listened to the sound of slapping flesh, heard her own little grunts as she watched the two men begin to climb the hill. She watched as they came to within twenty feet of her and stopped. They were looking at her - seeing her ass shake with each thrust. They saw her tits mashed against the hood of the car, her hands out to brace herself. Paula's cunt, she knew, was awash in fluids. Oren's cock freely slammed into her. Then Paula felt Oren tense, felt his cock expand, felt his fluids join with hers. The whole time, through her own grunts and groans, Paula continued to watch the fisherman. Her eyes seemed to tell them everything - she was there to be used. Shakedowns & Satisfaction Ch. 3 Paula awoke after a nearly sleepless night and almost immediately wanted to cry. In a few short days she had gone from the role of loving and devoted wife to that of slut. "How could she have gotten to this point?" she wondered. When it started, she had only wanted to save her marriage, to keep her life from being ruined. She had been terrified at the thought that someone might see the photos Oren had of her. Now, though she tried not to think about it, some part of her knew that her life might already be ruined. John would be coming home today. Scenes of their life together, the handholding, the laughs, the embraces, came unbidden to the surface of Paula's mind. "Should she tell him what had happened?" Paula wondered. She saw images of his face, images of the hurt and anger her actions might cause. The images brought forth still more tears. She didn't want to think about it. She couldn't think about. She didn't have time. Paula looked over at the clock. Oren would be here at nine. Then, she was supposed to be meeting her husband at the train station at ten-twenty. With a feeling of dread, Paula forced herself to rise from the bed. She went to the bathroom, took a shower, threw on a dress, all the while trying not to think. When she heard Oren call her name from the front hall, she was startled. It was a moment before she remembered giving him a key. She went to him in a haze, her mind churning with emotional conflict. Paula could acknowledge the fact that she desperately wanted to save her marriage. She didn't want to hurt her husband, to shatter his faith in her. The moral ambiguity lay in what she couldn't acknowledge. What Paula was afraid to admit, even to herself, was that she had enjoyed giving up control. With Oren, she had reached climaxes of an intensity she hadn't felt in years. Even now, as she walked toward Oren's voice, her body was beginning to respond. For that reason, Paula simply refused to think. She made no attempt to look for a way out of her predicament. She refused to admit to herself that a part of her that liked being a slut and a whore. She simply moved forward toward the inevitable. "Come in the kitchen," Oren told her. "Lift your dress and get up on the counter." Paula did as she was told. She was now beyond embarrassment or shock when it came to Oren's commands. "Lay down," he told her as he pushed her down on her back, pulling her dress up further. Oren now had Paula lying along the length of her kitchen counter. She had been instructed to wear no underwear and was completely exposed - except for her face. Her dress was covering that. Paula lay blind and unmoving, her back, ass, and legs felt the chill of the countertop. She could feel Oren's hands brush across her breasts. His hands tickled her, dancing down the length of her body. They were touching her lightly and bringing goosebumps to the surface of her skin. One hand moved back to her nipples. Then the other, just as lightly, began touching her between the legs. Paula tensed slightly when she felt Oren's hand make contact with her pussy. She felt his fingers softly stroke her tender flesh and she could feel her lips begin to tingle. As her cunt swelled, her lips began to part. She knew it when she felt Oren's fingers coating her with her own wetness. In spite of herself, Paula let out a soft moan. Her legs parted. Moments later, she began to arch her hips, straining to meet Oren's fingers. His fingers were being too gentle! They were driving her crazy. She wanted those fingers to find her clit and to press into her - to suddenly start pounding into her pussy so that she could find release. Instead they continued to tease her. Oren looked down at the lips parted before him. They were shining with Paula's juices and her clit had swelled even as he was watching. "Such a beautiful cunt," he said as he began to circle her clit with his fingertips. Another moan escaped Paula's lips. "I want you to put your hands down there and masturbate while I play with your nipples," Oren said. Paula gladly did as she was told. The fingers of her right hand pressed down on her clit, moving in circles. The palm of her left hand covered the fingers of her right, adding more pressure while she slid a finger into her hot, wet tunnel. Paula was now breathing through her open mouth. She knew how she must look, spread out naked on the kitchen counter with only her face covered as if to preserve her modesty. Her hips were arching to meet her own hands, now soaking wet with her juices. Her arms were pressing the sides of her breasts, thrusting them forward, and now Oren was pulling and twisting her nipples. "I want you to tell me when you start to cum," Oren instructed her. "Yes sir," Paula gasped, for the first time falling into the role of an obedient slut. Her moans were getting louder, her chest was flushed and her body gleamed with a sheen of sweat. "I'm close. Oh God. I'm so close," she said as her hips starting bucking. "Oh fuck yes, I'm cumming!" she moaned. Paula felt a sudden sharp pain in her left nipple as her orgasm slammed into her. She moaned loudly and began to sit-up to look even as her fingers plunged deeper into her cunt. Oren's arm was there to press her back down. "Oh God. Oh God," Paula chanted as the waves of orgasm rippled through her pelvis. She felt a throbbing in her tit, and, oddly, it added fuel to her orgasm. When the waves subsided in Paula, they were replaced with a calmness and deep relaxation. "Don't move," Oren told her. Paula heard him opening drawers and cabinets, then heard water running at the sink. The next thing she knew, Paula felt Oren tenderly bathing her pussy with a warm washcloth. She felt him wiping her pussy, then felt him wiping her throbbing left breast as she continued to lay there, her dress still over her head and her legs spread wide. It felt good, what Oren was doing, and she wished it wouldn't stop, but of course it did. Oren instructed her to sit up, pulling her dress down as she did so. Then he helped her down from the counter. "Now go pick your husband up," he said. "There's no need to tell him a thing," he reminded her. "Just be your usual self." Paula looked up at Oren without saying a word; then she looked down at her watch. She would have to run if she didn't want to be late, she realized. Grabbing her pocketbook, she hurried out the door, leaving Oren to show himself out. Paula drove fast, not wanting to be late to meet her husband. Her nipple still hurt, and she put her hand to her chest wondering whether Oren had bit her. What she felt made her pull the car over and stop. Pulling her dress out at the top, she strained to look inside. Then, slumping down in the seat, she pulled her dress up to get a better look. It took Paula's mind a moment to absorb this latest shock. Oren had pierced her nipple and inserted a small hoop. A few drops of blood, now dried, were on her breast. She looked again at the ring dangling from her nipple. If there was a way to take it off, she didn't see how. Paula wiped the blood from her chest, rearranged her clothes, and continued on her way. Her thoughts swirled around the return of her husband. Fear and longing had once again swallowed her soul. * * * John had felt there was something wrong almost immediately. Paula had not hugged and kissed him with her usual exuberance. On the drive home, she had been quiet much of the way. He had asked her how things went while he was away, and her answers had been brief, not the usual stories about friends and coworkers. Once or twice he had asked her if everything was okay. "Yes, everything's fine," she had replied trying to be her usual cheerful self. They had sat at the kitchen table and Paula had looked at the countertop, still damp from her juices. She had known then that she could not keep this up. "John, something happened while you were gone," she had managed to say. She was quiet for a moment, then, "On Friday, I went out with someone." "Okay," John had replied slowly, knowing this was going somewhere. Then, he saw the tears running down Paula's face. "Baby, what is it?" he had said as he went and took her into his arms. And then, amidst her sobs, the story had just spilled out of Paula. Now, her story told, Paula was sitting with her head bowed. She had told him everything. Responding to his gentle prodding, she had even admitted that Oren's abuse had turned her on. By the time she was through, she knew that nothing had been held back. She had told him that a part of her had liked being used, that she had cum many times. Then, with tears on her face, she had shown him her nipple ring and begged for his forgiveness. She had been expecting the worst - had thought that John was going to slam the door and be out of her life forever. "Are you going to leave me for him?" John asked. It was then that Paula looked up into his eyes and finally saw his own fears. "No John, no! John, I love you. I don't want him. I want you!" She was on her knees now, holding his knees, never wanting to let him go. The two had talked all day and into the night. In that time, they had learned more about themselves and each other than in all their years together. They knew for sure that their love would last forever. Also, now that Paula knew that their marriage would survive, she was delighted to learn that John was more than a little turned on by what had happened. He had kissed her nipple ring. They had made sweet and tender love, and, when they lay back discussing their next step, smiles had crept onto their faces. Now, it was time to get even. It took John and Paula two days to put their plan into motion. John had the easy part. He recruited his friend, Morris, and together they broke into Oren's apartment removing all the photos of Paula, even deleting them from Oren's hard drive. If they had missed any, it probably wouldn't matter, John thought. Not by the time they got done with Oren. Paula had the harder task. She had to try to act "normal." It was her job to continue being Oren's slut and, more than that, to convince him that she wanted and needed him. Shakedowns & Satisfaction Ch. 4 Oren opened the note Paula had slipped into his hand. It said simply, "John has left town again on business. Can you come over tonight?" Oren smiled to himself. He couldn't help but get turned on when he thought about Paula's tight, responsive body - she just loved getting fucked! When he thought about it, Oren was amazed at how well things had this past week. A week ago, Paula had been a devoted housewife. She had resisted even his most subtle advances. Now, the animal in her had been released. Just yesterday, she had taken his hand in the middle of the day and led him into a deserted storage room. There she had pulled down his zipper, dropped to her knees, and quite expertly sucked him dry. She was a living testament to the power of repressed sexual desires. When Oren ran into Paula later that day, he said simply, "7 o'clock." Then he spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about what he would like to do with his willing slave. Perhaps, since she seemed so anxious to please, he would let her make the decisions this time. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed like an excellent idea. He would lay back and let her pleasure him. Then, he mused, for a change of pace he might just spank her ass so he could watch it shake. At seven o'clock, Oren stood at Paula's front door. Though he had a key, he rang the bell and waited. In a few moments the door opened. Oren stood there drinking in the sight. Paula was wearing a pale-green silk robe, completely open at the front and with nothing on underneath. She stood in the doorway making no attempt to hide her nakedness, either from Oren or from whoever else might happen by. Her small breasts with their taught nipples stood out proudly. Her slim alluring frame revealed its soft curves, and the 'v' between her legs looked wonderfully inviting. Now, it was Oren who wanted to drop to his knees and take her sex into his mouth. Instead, after a moment, he said, "Hello," and stepped past her into the house. "Come with me," Paula said in a low voice taking him by the hand. Her delicate hand felt cool and soft in his. She led Oren to the bedroom, her flowing robe allowing him brief glimpses of her sleek, muscled legs and slim hips. Oren was enchanted. He wanted badly to turn her towards him and embrace her so that he could feel her taught ass cheeks in his hands. Instead, he followed wordlessly. Surprisingly, it seemed to Oren that Paula had been reading his mind. He had thought about allowing her to take charge this evening, and here she was doing exactly that. In the bedroom, she began undressing him. Unhurriedly, she unbuttoned and removed his shirt. Then she unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, pausing briefly to stare at his hardening cock. She sat him down on the side of the bed so she could remove his shoes and socks. Then, she took his pants and folded them neatly over a chair. "Lay back here," she said as she fluffed some pillows at the head of the bed. "I'll be back in a few minutes." She left the room, and Oren lay there, comfortably naked and feeling quite content. He put his arms behind his head and allowed his hard-on to subside. In a few moments, Paula was back carrying a tray of food. No longer wearing her robe, she sat naked on the side of the bed preparing to feed Oren. "Mmmmm," he said, indicating his approval at the first taste of a delicious seafood stew. The stew was followed by a variety of small hors d'oeuvres, each a delightful new taste sensation, and each fed to Oren by Paula's hand. He didn't have to lift a finger. Then, as the final course of the wonderful meal, Paula fed him fresh fruit. "God that was delicious," Oren said, and he really meant it. To be fed such an excellent meal by such a beautiful naked woman was an erotic experience almost as good as sex. Paula took the tray and moved it to the dresser. "Now, I want you to get comfortable," she said as she removed a pillow from behind Oren's head. She pushed him down a little, straddled his hips, and reached over to the nightstand to retrieve a bottle. Pouring some of the liquid into her hand, she began to massage Oren's neck and shoulders. The oil she was using had a pleasant scent, and Oren began to thoroughly relax under her ministrations. She sat on him, coating his chest and working the oil into his muscles. As she was doing this, her parted pussy lips were moving against his hardening cock. He fought the desire to enter her, even though her wetness seemed like an invitation. Instead, he tried to lay back and enjoy the sensations. Paula worked her way down his body, kneading Oren's tight muscles, and Oren began to slip into a blissful state of relaxation. Even his rock-hard cock had managed to soften. He had closed his eyes and was now on the verge of falling asleep. Feeling a moment of lightheadedness he made an effort to sit up, but Paula pushed him back down. "Wha ...?" Oren managed to say as he felt another wave of dizziness. Now he tried to roll over. Suddenly, he wanted Paula off of his body, but somehow he didn't have the strength to move her. "Just relax baby," he dimly heard Paula say as she pushed his shoulders back down to the bed. After that, all Oren saw was darkness. * * * The grogginess felt like a weight in Oren's head. He needed to wake up, he dimly thought. He made an effort to move his arms, but couldn't. Then, as the fog began lifting, he realized his wrists were handcuffed and tied to something above his head. He struggled to get his bearings. He had been blindfolded and was lying on the cold hard ground. His legs were tied in a spread-eagle position. He tried to reach the blindfold, but couldn't. He tried to pull his legs up, but was only able to bend his knees slightly. Hearing the sounds of birds and insects, it dawned on him that he was outdoors. "No point in struggling, mate," a man's voice said to him. "Who are you? What are you doing?" Oren managed to say, a note of panic in his voice. "That's right, we haven't met. I'm Paula's husband, John. I'd shake your hand but that looks quite impossible at the moment." "What are you doing," Oren managed to ask again, this time sounding angry as he tried again to free himself. "Well, I heard about what you did to my wife," John said speaking slowly and deliberately. "She and I discussed it, then we discussed it with my friend here. We all decided it wasn't a nice thing to do. I can understand you being attracted to my wife, but to use drugs and blackmail? So, we've decided to see how you like it." Now, a real note of panic crept into Oren's voice. "See how I like what? I didn't do anything. I didn't hurt Paula. You better let me go." "I think we've heard enough," John said. "Morris, do you think you could shut this asshole up?" "I'd be happy to," Morris said gruffly. Then Oren, trying again to talk, felt his mouth being pried open by a pair of strong hands as a rag was stuffed in. Another rag was tied around his head to hold the gag in place and Oren was left moaning and pulling on his ropes in protest. "Let's take off his blindfold and show him what we've got in store for him," John said. The blindfold was removed, and as Oren's eyes adjusted to the bright light, they widened in fear. "Isn't the view spectacular from up here?" John asked as if he were guiding a tour. Oren opened his eyes to find himself stretched out among a small grove of trees at the top of a steep hill. He was looking down the hill between his outstretched legs, but he had hardly taken any notice at all of the beautiful valley spread out below them. Instead, Oren's eyes were focused on the place where John was now pointing. "You see that boulder there?" John said. A short distance down the hill a large boulder had a rope tied to it. Oren's eyes had followed the rope. A large pile of it was coiled next to the boulder, then the rope extended up into the air where it went over a thick branch in the trees above Oren. From there, the rope descended to a point right between Oren's legs. "We thought it might be fun to roll that rock down the hill and see if it rips your balls off," John said matter-of-factly. Now Oren began shaking his head and moaning into his gag. His eyes were bulging in fear. He saw Paula to the side and looked at her pleadingly. "Why don't we have some fun first," John said. "Paula, would you like to fuck Oren? Come on. You can use him like he used you. Morris and I have both been wanting to watch the two of you fuck." Paula hesitated for a moment. She had already agreed to the plan, of course. She had told John she would fuck anyone he wanted, just so long as he never left her side. But she now knew she was not doing this only for John. In the past few days, she had learned a great deal about herself. She was nervous, but she knew that she was going to love fucking while Morris and her husband looked on. "Oren," she said sweetly as she walked over to where he lay, "if you get hard and don't shoot your load too soon, I'll try to convince them not to rip your balls off." With that she lifted her dress over her head and stood naked in the morning sun. She kneeled between Oren's legs and began to caress his soft cock. It wasn't long before his cock looked more like a lamppost. With no preamble whatsoever, Paula squatted over Oren's cock and slowly lowered herself onto it. When she was fully impaled, she sat there for awhile allowing her fingers to caress her clit while she adjusted to the girth of Oren's penis. John looked on in awe. He knelt behind her so he could see up close how her pussy wrapped around Oren's thick member. It looked simply beautiful when she began moving, ever so slightly, up and down the shaft. Being able to watch her like this was a whole new sexual experience for John. He quickly realized how much it turned him on. "Slow down for a minute," John said as he moved up next to the two of them. He knelt beside Oren and began removing the gag. "If you do a really good job," he said to Oren, "I'll promise not to rip your balls off." With that, John opened his zipper, pulled out his stiff cock, and held it in front of Oren's face. "Now suck my cock," he said to Oren. Oren didn't hesitate. He took John's cock into his mouth and began working it like a twenty-dollar whore. Paula watched the two men and started moving on Oren's cock in earnest. She couldn't remember seeing anything so hot as this man sucking on her husband's cock. When John and Paula looked into each other's eyes, they felt an overwhelming love for each other. They kissed passionately, and, for the moment, forgot all about Oren. They were simply using his body while they rode their kiss to a crescendo. When they came, simultaneously, their moans blended in each other's mouths. Without having to say so, John and Paula knew that this had been a moment they would never forget. They held each other; then, as the tension drained from their bodies, the two collapsed to the ground still wrapped in each other's arms. Oren lay next to them trying to catch his breath. He had swallowed a mouth full of cum, and his genitals were drenched with Paula's juices, but his cock was still hard as a rock. Amazingly, he hadn't cum. He thought about this momentarily. He couldn't attribute it to fear. Perhaps it was just the awkward position he was in. "Morris, I think it's about time you took over," Oren heard John say. Morris stepped into view, and for the first time Oren got a good look at the man. Morris was huge, Oren realized. The tall, heavily muscled man engendered a whole new fear in Oren - even before he heard the next words that John uttered. "Why don't you go ahead and fuck Oren in the ass." "No. No way," Oren managed to say just before Morris started gagging him once again. "Why don't you shut-up and I'll try not to make this hurt," Morris said. "Why don't you let me help," John said, finally lifting himself from the ground. "I'd appreciate that," said Morris. With that, as previously planned, John started pulling on the rope that hung from the tree. He was hoisting Oren's balls up into the air. Instantly Oren began to arch his back and moan frantically. When John stopped pulling and tied the rope around a tree, Oren felt some sense of relief. Then, he began to wonder how long he could maintain this position. He had drawn his feet up under him as far as the ropes would allow, and had lifted his hips off the ground. Now, he couldn't lower his hips without hanging himself by the balls. Already he could feel the strain in his muscles, but Oren had precious little time to dwell on it. While Oren had watched John hoisting him by the balls, Morris had been undressing. Oren had only a moment to notice - the man's cock was huge! Then Morris was kneeling between Oren's legs. "Come-on now, open up," Morris said as he pushed a handful of lubricant between Oren's ass cheeks. Oren barely had time to moan in protest before he felt that horse-cock pushing between his ass cheeks. It was a blessing that Morris was a gentle soul. He could have torn Oren's ass apart with that cock of his. Instead, he used very short pumping motions, giving Oren's asshole a chance to open up and adjust. All the same, Morris's initial penetration past Oren's sphincter brought a wave of agony to Oren's ass. Oren had been trying hard to control his body. He had even been attempting to push out to allow his ass to open to Morris's massive cock. Still, Oren now felt like he had been ripped in two. His balls had been stretched farther than he thought possible, and he was dividing his attention between the pain in his ass and the way each thrust seemed to stretch his balls further. He struggled to lift himself higher, to take the weight off his balls. Morris was fully inside him now. He felt each thrust pounding his inner organs, but he noticed that the pain in his ass had ebbed. His ass felt like it was wide open. It was well lubricated. Oren could feel an intense heat building there. He was now grunting with each thrust. The friction was feeling good. Then suddenly, his cock was spurting huge gobs of cum all over his face and chest. Oren screamed into his gag when his cock let loose. Though nothing had been touching his cock, he had experienced the most intense orgasm of his life. "Would you look at that," Morris had exclaimed just before he started shooting his own load of cum into Oren's ass. Paula and John looked on at the two in amazement. Then John, noticing that Oren had virtually collapsed, ran to the tree to loosen the rope. Oren dropped to the ground with Morris on top of him, Morris's cock still embedded in Oren's ass. Then Morris pulled out, stood up, and walked a few feet away, on shaky legs, looking for a place to sit. No one said a word. Even Oren was lying quiet at long last. John went to him and untied the rope from his balls. His testicles were blue, John noted, but with the rope gone the color in his balls began to return to normal. Briefly, John wondered whether they had done any permanent damage to Oren's testicles. Oren wondered too, but for the moment all Oren felt was a dull ache in his lower stomach. He also felt like his ass was still wide open. He could feel the memory of being stretched by that massive cock and wondered if his ass would ever close. "We had planned something else for you," John said to Oren at last. "We were going to take that tree stump over there, move it between your legs, and nail your ball-sack to it. Then we were going to leave you here to find your clothes and to find a way to free yourself. Paula didn't want us to do it. She thought that it was a little excessive. I guess I'm inclined to agree with her now." "You know you should probably go to prison for what you did to Paula," he went on after a moment. "It was an evil thing to do, but in the long run it may have been good for our marriage." At that, John looked at Paula. Her eyes were smiling back with a newfound peace and love. "So, on the chance you might not be a thoroughly evil person," John said, once again focusing on Oren, "I think we'll let you go." "If you take any action against us, or if you ever do to another woman what you did to Paula, Morris and I will personally rip your balls off - for real this time." With that, John began removing the ropes that held Oren's arms. When Oren was at last free to pull the gag from his mouth, he spoke. "I'm sorry for what I did, I'm very sorry," he said looking at the ground the entire time. "It was wrong. I understand it if you hate me." Oren fell into silence, tears in his eyes as he searched for the words that would make it all right. This was one time when the words just wouldn't come. "What are you doing tomorrow night?" John asked. Oren looked up searchingly. "Want to join us for dinner?" John said. Paula laughed. Oren smiled sheepishly. For a moment, there were happy faces all around. It crossed all their minds that perhaps things might work out right after all.