2 comments/ 86311 views/ 4 favorites A Long and Winding Road Pt. 01 By: TabooMaster Acknowledgements I've tried to be original, but with such a wealth of stories on this site, it's inevitable that some of the other authors' work will have influenced me. One thing that has brought me back here time and time again is the "Blackmailed Couple" serial of stories by Rainyseason747. I have chosen younger central characters without children, as I can't see how events like these would not affect the children eventually - and I don't want them hurt. "Blackmailed Couple" has been a strong influence on my decision to write and submit this story, and on the way Lynda becomes a victim of - well, if you want to find out, read on! * Chapter One - Big Mistake It was the kind of mistake anyone could make, but the kind that could change lives. Lynda felt so foolish, after finally landing the kind of job she always wanted, to risk it with such a simple mistake. She was now PA to the Financial Director of a major advertising company, had her own office in one of the newest glittering towers and was negotiating for a chic apartment in the trendiest area of the city. She had met her dream guy and he had proposed four moths ago. Their wedding was in only three weeks. Everything was working out for her - and then she did this! Every week, Lynda emailed the company financial results to Sandra Ryan, the Chief Exec's PA. She had got into the habit of just typing "SA" into the email search box and it selected Sandra for her, then she sent the email. In the last week, a new guy called Sam Bishop had started at the company - and Sam was just before Sandra in the alphabetic list - so Lynda had unknowingly sent the confidential email to him instead. The first Lynda knew of the mistake was when her phone rang. "Lynda Norfolk," she said. A pleasant male voice replied, "Hello, I'm Sam Bishop. I just received your email with the financial spreadsheet attached. I'm new here, so I'm not sure why you have sent it to me." Even so, he sounded confident. Lynda felt the blood drain from her face. She checked her emails and, sure enough, there was her email with Sam's name instead of Sandra's. "I - I shouldn't have sent it to you," she told Sam, "Thank you so much for letting me know - could you do me a big favour and delete it?" "These figures look pretty important to me," Sam said, "I think I'll have a better look at them before I decide what to do about all this." Something about Sam's tone of voice made Lynda feel threatened. She started to get angry, and blurted out, "You had better delete that email right now!" "Really?" said Sam, "I don't like people shouting at me like that. If you want me to do what you say, you had better be a little more polite. It looks to me like you have made a big mistake and you need my help to get rid of the evidence. Is that a fair assessment of the situation?" Lynda opened her mouth to reply, then realised that Sam was right. She calmed down and tried again. "Yes, the email should have gone to someone else. I'm sorry I got a little upset. You are right, I need you to help me. All you have to do is delete that email and everything will be alright. Will you do that for me?" The reply was short, "You didn't say Please." "Okay," said Lynda, "Please." "That's not enough," Sam told her, "Say Please, Sam, I need you to delete the email for me." "You're kidding!" said Lynda, "You don't need me to say that." "No, I don't need you to say it. It's you who needs to say it. Now go ahead, say Please, Sam, I need you to delete the email for me." Lynda took a deep breath and said it, "All right then, please, Sam, I need you to delete the email for me." Sam laughed. "Good. By agreeing to say that, you've told me how important this email is to you. The answer is... No, I'm not going to delete it. In fact, I think I'll print a copy and take it home." Lynda was horrified. "No, no, please, no! Why can't you just do as I ask?" "Because," Sam said, letting the smile sound in his voice, "by sending me this, you have given me something you want. The question is, how badly do you want it? Will you have a coffee with me at lunchtime to get it back?" It was Lynda's turn to laugh. "Of course. But you will have to buy!" "No problem," chuckled Sam. He named a café half a block away, "Meet you in twenty minutes." "How will I recognise you?" Lynda was joining in the game, relieved that her worries were unfounded. "I'll recognise you," he chuckled, "you'll be the one looking worried!" They both laughed and Lynda began to look forward to the date. Chapter Two - The Slippery Slope Beckons Twenty-five minutes later, seated in the café, Lynda began to get worried again. At thirty minutes, in walked a tall, blond, good looking man in his late thirties, wearing a designer suit and carrying a small package. Sam looked around, spotted the worried-looking twenty-something brunette and walked over. "Lynda?" "Sam?" said Lynda, "I was beginning to think you weren't coming!" "It seemed the best way to get you looking worried again!" He said, and she laughed, relieved. "Well, here I am now, so what can I get you?" So they ordered coffee and a light lunch and chatted for a while. Lynda was getting relaxed and enjoying Sam's company when he switched the conversation to the reason for the meeting. "Now that I have met you, I will certainly be keeping that email. Without it this would never have happened!" This seemed to Lynda like typical guy-humour until he covered her hand with his and added quietly, "Who knows what else you will agree to?" Lynda snatched her hand away as Sam continued, with a commanding edge to his voice, "Wait. That email gives me a certain power over you. I was late arriving because I was taking a printed copy somewhere safe. What would happen to your career if it fell into the wrong hands?" Lynda tried bluffing, "Nothing. I'm safe from your threats because my boss trusts me." I wasn't talking about your boss," Sam countered, "I was talking about his enemies. I haven't been here very long, but I have learned where the power struggles are. I have the names of those who would like nothing more than to see you and your boss brought down. And that will happen if you disobey me." For the second time that day, the blood drained from Lynda's face. She was ambitious and had worked hard to get where she was in life. She was used to being in control of her destiny but, for first time, she realised that she had no choice. She lowered her eyes and said, in a near-whisper, "What do you want me to do?" "What time do you finish work this evening?" asked Sam, "And do you have any plans for tonight?" Lynda told him that she was free that evening. Sam questioned her further about her friends, family, love life and contraception. When he was satisfied that he knew all that he needed, he handed her the package and told her exactly what to do when the time came. Finally, he produced a small camera from his jacket pocket, took Lynda's photo, paid for the meal and left. Chapter Three - She floats like a Butterfly When Lynda left the office that evening, she was wearing the contents of the package from Sam. Instead of her usual pantyhose, she had on stockings held up by a suspender belt. Her panties were in her purse. She had never been outside without wearing her panties before, and, strangely, it gave her conflicting sensations of freedom whilst being controlled. She looked around and saw that the silver sports car was waiting exactly as Sam had described. As she approached it, one of the blacked-out windows slid down. She crouched down to look into the car and saw a stunning redhead watching her. "I'm Nicole," said the redhead, "but you can call me Mistress. What do you have to do?" Lynda had been well briefed by Sam. "Whatever you tell me to do." "Whatever you tell me to do, Mistress!" stressed Nicole, "So say it again!" "Whatever you tell me to do, Mistress!" repeated Lynda, beginning to feel as if she had entered an awful dream. "Well, get in!" ordered Nicole, so Lynda did. The window slid back up. The sensation of being controlled increased further, but the freedom receded. As she put on her seat belt, she began to feel trapped. Once Lynda was settled in, Nicole gunned the little car into the traffic, drove a few blocks and pulled over, with a curt explanation, "We're going for a drink first." Once out of the car, Nicole led Lynda to a chic bar. After they found a secluded booth, Nicole ordered a mineral water for herself and a straight vodka for Lynda. When the drinks arrived, Nicole began to increase the pressure on Lynda. "Lynda, there are two kinds of people - those who are in control and those who are controlled. There is no third option. Until today, you have probably been in control of your own life, but his morning you made a big mistake. In doing so, you gave up that control to Sam and me. I want you to realise fully what you have done. Sam told you to do everything I tell you. Are you going to do that?" "Yes," replied Lynda, then, as Nicole began to frown, she quickly added "I mean - yes, Mistress." That's better." said Nicole, "Undo the top two buttons of your blouse." When Lynda obeyed, her Mistress added, "Now, drink half your vodka straight down!" Lynda hesitated, then picked up her drink and gulped down half of it. It caught in her throat and made her cough, but Nicole just laughed. "Not bad, now you can take the rest of it in one go!" Lynda took a breath and repeated the feat. The neat spirit brought tears to her eyes. Before she could see clearly, Nicole ordered her to accompany her to the Ladies' Room. Once inside, Nicole led Lynda into a cubicle and locked it. "Down with your skirt!" "But..." Lynda's protest was interrupted by Nicole, "You do as I say or you know what will happen." Reluctantly, Lynda lowered her skirt, exposing her naked pussy. Nicole reached into her purse and took out a small lilac plastic device, shaped like a butterfly but with straps attached. She quickly buckled it to Lynda like a g-string. The plastic butterfly separated her pussy lips and pressed against her clitoris. Nicole ordered her to put her skirt back on. On their way back to their booth, Nicole ordered more drinks. When the waitress left, Nicole reached into her bag and brought out a small plastic phial. She looked into Lynda's eyes and told her, "This is rohypnol, a date rape drug. The usual dose makes a person forget everything that happens while they're under the drug. It also increases their sex drive, lowers their inhibitions and removes their self-control." If Lynda was shocked at what Nicole had already done to her, she was speechless now. She wasn't going to let anyone drug her! She began to slowly shake her head, but Nicole added, "Listen! Think carefully - what will you lose if you back out now, and what have you to lose if you obey? I'm not going to give you a full dose - just a quarter of the usual dose. This won't take away your self control or cause the memory loss." "So it will affect my libido and my inhibitions?" Nicole smiled, nodded and passed the phial to Lynda. "More or less," she laughed, "More of one and less of the others!" Her voice lowered to just above a whisper. "Don't forget - I am your Mistress and you will do as I say. And I say this - I want you to spike your own drink!" Lynda realised that she had no choice. She unscrewed the cap and tipped the contents into her drink. Nicole's smile widened, then she said, "Now drink half of it." Lynda had not eaten since the light lunch and was starting to feel light-headed from the first drink. It would be easier to comply, so she did as she was told. It didn't taste any different, but the neat spirit still took her breath away. "Good!" said Nicole, after Lynda had her breath back, "Now finish it off!" Lynda drained the glass completely. Nicole stood up, took Lynda's hand and headed for the door. On their way out, Nicole paid for the drinks. Nicole told Lynda to wait a moment before getting into the car. As she sat down, she discovered why. She was now sitting on a large, fluffy towel. "Slide your skirt up at the back, so you are not sitting on it." said Nicole. Lynda hesitated, her mind starting to get a little wooly, and Nicole said, roughly, "What are you waiting for? Do it, and do it NOW!" "Yes, er, Mistress." replied Lynda. She lifted herself a little out of the seat and pulled her skirt up at the back, all the way to her waist. She sat back down and put on her seat belt. If she had felt trapped before, now she felt doubly so. Reaching into the glovebox, Nicole pulled out a silk scarf. "I don't want you seeing where we go, so I'm going to blindfold you." She tied the silk scarf around Lynda's head and across here eyes. Lynda could now see nothing, then she felt Nicole removing her watch. "So you don't work out how far we drive from the time we take." Suddenly, the butterfly vibrator sprang to life. Nicole had a remote control for it! The vibrations were slow and gentle, so Lynda tried to ignore them. The car started moving again. After maybe five minutes, the alcohol and the drug eased past her concentration and the subtle vibrations began to take effect. She was relaxing and she started to feel a little damp between her legs. A few minutes later, she felt the vibrator speed up just a little. She was beginning to get noticeably wet. She was glad that she was sitting on the towel rather that on her skirt. A Long and Winding Road Pt. 02 Chapter Four - Come into my Parlour... It was another half-hour before car stopped and the engine was switched off. During that time, Nicole had lowered the speed of the butterfly whenever she heard Lynda's breathing get heavy, then slowly raised it to bring her near to orgasm without letting her reach it. The car door opened and Lynda felt strong hands helping her out of her seat. Nicole's voice told her to hold her hands behind her. As she did, she felt something soft but firm wrapped around her wrists. Her arms had been tied behind her back. The hands that had helped her now took her by the elbows and led her forwards. She heard several sets of footsteps walking with her and noticed the echoes - she must be in a large building. After about forty paces across the echoing space, she was led through a door and onto a carpeted floor. She was taken a few dozen more steps, around a few corners and through another door. She heard the door shut and, a moment later, the hands released her elbows. She was having trouble keeping her balance, in the grip of the drink, the drug and the vibrator. She was left in silence for what seemed like an eternity - blindfolded, tied up and with the butterfly sending its insistent pulses through her clitoris into the very centre of her being. "Hello?" she said, but the only reply was an increase in the speed of the vibrations. They accelerated again every few minutes as someone - probably Nicole - played with the remote. Lynda's knees began to feel weak. She started to breathe heavily. She knew what was being done to her and she did her best to resist, but she had very little willpower left. She felt her juices running down her bare thighs, then soaking into the tops of the stockings. The butterfly was close to its maximum speed now, and Lynda was losing her battle against it. As the butterfly vibrated ever faster, she realised that her body was under its control - she was powerless against it. Her clitoris could not take much more - she could feel waves of pleasure running up and down her spine. A familiar sensation was building as her vaginal lips swelled slightly and her aching nipples pressed into the material of her bra. With one last step up its urgent song, the device pushed Lynda over the edge into orgasm. Bright lights flashed in her mind, her body shook and she cried out. Her knees gave out and, as she began to fall, she felt the strong hands grab her again. The butterfly's vibrations stopped. She was held firmly until her strength returned a few minutes later. She was released, then she heard the door open behind her again. It was closed again and she also heard it being locked. So, they had been watching her and had now left her. What would happen next? How long before it happened? Tentatively, she called out, again, "Hello?" The blindfold was removed and Lynda's eyes took a moment to adjust to the bright light. She was in a beautifully-decorated bedroom with a king-size bed. Alongside the bed was a dresser, and beyond that, a door. There were no windows, but large mirrors were attached to the far wall and to the wall opposite the bed. In the corner, between the mirrors, was a large, well-padded armchair. The door through which she had entered was behind her - she saw its reflection in the mirror opposite. The mirror also revealed Sam, standing behind her, holding the silk blindfold. He let it drop to the floor and bent forward to work on Lynda's wrists. After a few moments, she felt that her hands were able to move. Sam took her hand and led her around the bed, nearer to the two mirrors. He then sat in the armchair and said what Lynda had been half expecting, but with a twist. "I want you to remove your clothes, and turn around slowly as you do it. Strip for me, slowly, and show me everything." Lynda made one final bid for self-control. She walked on wobbly legs to the door but it would not open. Sam walked over to her and led her to a picture-frame on the wall above the dresser. "Look," he said, "This is a copy of your email. Remember, if this falls into the wrong hands, your career is over. There is nothing you can do to stop what is happening now. You will do as I say. Tell me that you will do as I say." Lynda looked at the floor and said, quietly, "I will do as you say." The butterfly began its gentle vibrations again, making her close her eyes. "I am your Master," said Sam, "tell me again that you will do as I say - but this time call me Master - and speak up!" Lynda cleared her throat and spoke louder, ""I will do as you say, Master." Sam was pleased. "That's better. Now dance for me and take off your clothes as you dance." Chapter 5 - No Turning Back Gentle music began and Lynda started to dance to it. The drug had been working subtly on her inhibitions, so she teased a little by slowly sliding her jacket off her shoulders. She let it fall to the floor. Then, falling into the rhythm, she reached for the buttons of her blouse. She unfastened them slowly, until the garment gaped open and displayed her lacy bra straining to contain her 34C breasts. Still dancing slowly in a circle, she pulled the blouse off and dropped it near her jacket. Lynda turned her back to Sam and, reaching behind her, undid her bra. She slid the straps off her shoulders, stood still and let the bra fall away. "Did I say you could stop?" asked Sam. "Turn around now, and take the skirt off!" Lynda looked seductively over her shoulder. She was feeling very horny and she was beginning to want him. She smiled, "At once, Master!" She turned slowly to face him. At first she kept her hands over her breasts, then she let a little gap open between her fingers so that a nipple peeked through for a moment. Slowly she slid her fingers down her supple body to reach for the zip of her skirt. Sam realised that he had been holding his breath. He let out a massive sigh as her gorgeous breasts came into view. Her nipples were that fabulous shell-pink and so pert! "Good girl," he praised her, "let's see what you have under that skirt." The butterfly's vibrations increased and she felt her juices seeping down her thighs once more. She unfastened the skirt and, as she slid it over her hips, the vibrations increased again. As the skirt reached her knees, the butterfly increased its pulses further. Her breath started to come in short gasps. The skirt dropped to her feet and the vibrations accelerated yet again. She stepped out of the skirt and stood, naked except for the stockings, suspender belt and the busy little vibrator. Once again, she was finding it difficult to stay on her feet. Walking over to her, Sam pointed to the bed, saying, "I think you should sit down before you fall down." He took her by the shoulders and helped her over to the bed. As she sat there, swaying at the mercy of the feelings coursing through her, he reached for her ankles and lifted up her legs level with her hips. As her legs came up, her body tipped over sideways onto the mattress, making her giggle. Sam rolled her onto her back. She lay there, her befuddled brain trying to work out what was wrong. Sam undressed himself, smiled contentedly, and joined her. He was going to enjoy this! Lynda was so glad not to have to try staying on her feet. She was relieved to be able to sit at last, and couldn't help but giggle as she fell over onto the soft mattress. She revelled in the feel of the cool bedding against her hot flesh. He lay alongside Lynda's right side and stroked her hair with his left hand. He kissed her tenderly and, with her inhibitions defeated by the drug, she opened her mouth to allow his tongue in. His right hand moved to her right breast and began to circle her nipple. Within the kiss, he felt her draw a sharp breath. Her libido was responding fully to the drug and she was aching to have a man enter her. When he kissed her, she closed her eyes and lasciviously slid her tongue around his. Then his hand found her breast, then her nipple and she began to feel the beginning of another orgasm as his finger ever so gently and oh-so-slowly drew a track on her areola, around and around her nipple. Then the vibrator slowed its pulses, bringing her down just a little from the edge of her pleasure. He left her mouth and worked his way down her body, sucking on her left nipple and stroking her flat stomach. As he reached her downy bush, she felt his hand divert towards her hip, tracking down the top of her thigh. At her knee, his hand slipped down to her inner thigh. This time her gasp was audible, but the butterfly again slowed its vibrations. Just in time, it moved her away from that jolt of shining light. Sam's fingers began a gentle dance up her inner thigh. Just as her senses registered the touch of a finger, it was lifted away and replaced with another, just to one side of the last. She could not tell exactly where the next touch would come. It was an exquisite guessing game and it made her breathe more quickly again. Of course, just as her body gave away its proximity to orgasm, the butterfly sowed yet again. As his fingers reached her pubis, the butterfly stopped. He undid the straps on the butterfly vibrator and pulled it away. His hand cupped her mound and his middle finger found her clitoris, already erect from its busy evening. After a few moments of triumph, his hands left her. He moved down beside her legs and lifted her knees, pushing them apart and sliding around to kneel between them. Her resistance was gone - her legs moved easily. He gently slid his hands along both her inner thighs. Because her legs were so wide open, her pussy lips were slightly apart. He touched the little hood over her clitoris, then slowly slid his finger down, along the ridge of one of her inner lips to her perineum. His finger slid across between her pussy and asshole, then back up the other inner lip to her clitoris. Lynda was adrift in a world of confusion and pleasure. He grasped her clit between finger and thumb and squeezed. She cried out and he slid the finger down between her lips to her waiting love hole. God, she needed something to enter her now! Finally, he slid his index and middle fingers into her pussy and she let out a soft groan. He rubbed her G-spot in small circles and she began gently pumping with her hips. She was dripping wet, so he decided to add a few more fingers. How many would she take? He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his third and little finger, then replaced these with his thumb. Now all five fingers were well lubricated with her pussy juice. Lynda felt the two smaller fingers being replaced by the larger fingers. Then a third finger joined its brothers. As the little finger entered her fanny, she began to feel like a cock was sliding into her. As she lost control and began to come, Sam pushed the full length of his fingers into her. He could feel her cervix with the tip of his middle finger. He made a mental note that, one day soon, he would get a finger through there, even deeper into her. His thumb was in the centre of the tightly-bunched digits and, as it added its girth, Lynda began a series of panting shrieks. Sam decided that she had had enough stretching for now, so he only worked her for a few moments longer before deciding to replace the fingers with his cock. He slid his torso above hers and lowered his hips. His fingers found her pussy again and guided his 8-inch cock slowly up and down along her cunt lips, teasing her clitoris and her love hole. Finally, he lowered his cock a little more and positioned it at her entrance. He pressed gently forwards and began to slip inside her, making her groan quietly. As the head of his penis passed her G-spot, she groaned more loudly and lifted her feet off the mattress. He pressed further in, until his pubic hair was mingled with hers. Lynda's legs embraced him and she crossed her ankles behind him. Lynda was lost in her own universe of pleasure and sensation. She did not know - or care - where she was or who was with her. All she knew was that she had to give as much pleasure as she was receiving. She had a good, strong cock inside her and she was going to make it burst its seed into her. Sam withdrew half-way, pressed home again and began a gentle rhythm. He felt Lynda beginning to rock with him, so he increased the urgency of his thrusts. Lynda was way ahead of him: she began to come yet again, panting and giving soft cries. Sam pumped her harder, feeling her fanny getting slicker and looser. He started to feel that familiar pressure in his balls - he would not last much longer. Lynda's cries grew stronger and her pussy muscles clamped down on Sam. That triggered his orgasm, spurting streams of cum deep into her. He collapsed on top of her. In the next room, behind the one-way mirrors, Nicole stopped the cameras.