2 comments/ 145384 views/ 32 favorites Digital World Ch. 01 By: ickric Jenny had been flattered to have been invited to a photo shoot by a top photographer but was a little wary to begin with. She'd seen an advert on the notice board at Uni which was advertising for potential models but she had ignored the ad. Her boyfriend Mark, however, had sent a couple of pictures of Jenny to the guy who had called Mark on his mobile a week later inviting Jenny to a free, no obligation photo shoot nearby. The studio was a local warehouse in the middle of an industrial park out of town and was obviously on a short term lease. The deal was that the photographer, Richie, would take a series of pictures and produce a portfolio for her which could result in Jenny getting modelling work. Jenny was a little modest, not wanting to be centre of attention but, never the less, enjoyed looking her best and knowing she was attractive. Richie had told Mark he had produced work for a number of major High Street retailers for display in windows, bill-boards, magazines and even catalogues. His credentials sounded perfect and although Jenny was apprehensive, she agreed and was secretly looking forward to the occasion. Mark had agreed to go with her, to hold her hand as such but on the day of the shoot, Mark was unable to attend, family matters that required his presence else where. Jenny was going to cancel the appointment but Mark reassured her and gave her the cab fare as he was unable to drive her there. Jenny was wearing her usual casual clothes that made her look simply stunning, tight fitting jeans that showed off her arse and a tight fitting top that showed off her bust. As agreed, she took with her a couple of other items, a cocktail dress and swimsuit so Richie could produce a wide range of photos. The cab arrived at the warehouse unit and the surrounding area looked pretty deserted. She paid the driver and rang on the bell. The intercom buzzed and she opened the door. She looked around and heard a door open to her left. Before her stood Richie, a big Rastafarian standing a good six foot four and fully dread-locked. Jenny visibly gulped but Richie smiled and welcomed her, aware of her nervousness. He tried to put her mind at ease and showed her to the area he'd set up as a studio, big lights with umbrella's around them and an array of high tech digital SLR cameras and a laptop. He offered her some water from the dispenser and gave it to her in a red plastic cup which seemed strangely familiar to her. These were the same cups she'd seen in a documentary about the porn industry on TV recently. She shrugged her shoulders, assuming she was just a bit paranoid. Richie showed her the changing area behind the main back drop and it seemed all very above board and genuine. Richie was very professional at this point and his intentions seemed sincere. Jenny was beginning to relax, believing they were the only two people in the building and clueless as to the presence of covert cameras filming moving images to a control room upstairs. Richie relaxed Jenny by taking some pictures just of her head and shoulders, portrait pictures which he projected on to a flat screen monitor for Jenny to see. Despite the fact this looked almost amateurish, he took some decent pictures. With the cost of the kit he had available to him, it was hardly surprising. Add to this he was also contracting for one the UK's adult cable TV channels, he'd had plenty of experience of getting the frame and focus right. Richie told Jenny he'd plenty of portrait pictures and he'd like to do some evening gown or cocktail dress pictures now, offering her a spliff first. Jenny declined, she didn't do drugs, she didn't even smoke. She had two vices, she enjoyed alcohol and she enjoyed sex with Mark. Other than that, she was relatively straight and boring in a nice way. She went behind the curtain and began to change, taking off her jeans and top and peeling off her bra – her cocktail dress was a backless one and a bra would have been totally out of place. A covert camera perfectly placed above the changing area permitted a perfect view of her ample breasts which Richie was able to flick across to on his laptop. Jenny heard Richie milling around on his side of the curtain and just assumed his joint was getting the better of him, unaware he was getting a hard on looking at her changing. She reappeared and he directed her to a new set with some bean bags covered in white sheepskin rugs for her lie across, subtly trying to get a shot of her delightful cleavage. Jenny was also unaware that the control room were also getting the images from Richie's camera live at the same time. There were two guys and another guest in the control room and they were loving the images they were receiving. They were all finding themselves getting hard, too. They'd been in the industry a long time and had seen almost everything but every so often a lady comes along that is so horny, you just cannot be immune to. And Jenny was such a lady. Jenny was aware that she was posing in a rather provocative manner but it was only for the camera and, anyway, it was only Richie and her, so she thought. And Richie had taken photo's of some very famous people, she'd seen the display earlier. She later found out how clever the photo editor cut and paste programs can be as all Richie's promotion photo's of Madonna, Kylie and Shania Twain were all doctored and nothing was genuine. Neither was Richie's intentions. "Now she is so hot" said the director in the control room. The second one agreed. "Sure is, Omar" the engineer replied. Meanwhile, Jenny was getting into the mood for the photo shoot and was becoming more relaxed, happy to comply with Richie's requests. She even happily hitched up the hem of her dress to allow a high-thigh picture. Soon, it was time for the swimsuit picture and this involved Jenny having to get fully naked before donning her bikini. The overhead camera's caught everything, especially as she bent over to pull up her bikini bottoms, the lens honing in on her rear and her pussy, her beautiful blond bush delicately sculpted into a love heart adding to her mystique and desirability. "I've got to fuck this beauty" Omar said from the control room. "But this is Richie's show, you're just the director" his mate said. "Yeah, and as director, I'm directing me into the picture" Omar said, giving a sly wink. The guest smiled wryly to himself. Jenny reappeared and Richie set about taking photo's of her in her two piece swim suit, a deck chair and a sand pit set against a beach back ground endeavouring to add a bit of atmosphere, albeit a tacky one. Jenny was very relaxed and was actually enjoying her self, flaunting her delightful body to the camera, forgetting about the Rastafarian behind the camera, the bright lights in her eyes making it impossible to see anything other than a rough outline of his giant frame. Then Richie dropped the bomb shell. "OK ma'am, how about we loose the top?" he suggested. Jenny looked winded like she'd been punched. "W w what?" she stammered. Richie began to show his frustration. "Get your top off, woman and flash me dem tits" he said, his Jamaican accent making him sound like a gangster. Gangsta rapper, maybe! Jenny shuddered. The thought of taking her top of in front of this stranger did not appeal to her. Sure, she'd been topless on the beach once or twice before but never like this. Hell, it was scary. Then her mind went through another train of thought, that he was a photographer, a professional one by the looks of the kit he had at his disposal and it was quite normal to have a series of topless photo's within a portfolio. Her mind began to feel more at ease as she imagined the stupidity of her angst, and she didn't have to keep the topless pictures in her portfolio if she didn't want to. Richie remained poker faced as her mind went through the thought process before she sighed to herself and reached behind her, unclipping herself and pulling the slinky straps down her pasty white arms, revealing her nicely proportioned breasts, the paleness of her skin contrasting with the darker areola, her nipples protruding from her globes like delicate little rose buds. Richie gave Jenny orders on how to stand, what sort of pose, her facial expressions and Jenny temporarily forgot about her brief embarrassment of being half naked with this total stranger who was snapping away with his camera like a man possessed. He could have been a trigger happy bandit the way he was recording images and she could see images flashing up on his laptop monitor in the distance. Jenny lost count how many images she'd posed for but it wasn't as bad as she thought. Everything had, so far, been tastefully done. Richie placed his camera down, taking another drag of his whacky baccy before delving into a holdall and removing a long rectangular box. Jenny watched as he broke the seal on the new box and removed it's content, a large vibrator which had nobbles along the shaft making it look like one of those nutty candy bars. He then produced a bottle of lubricant with a pump dispenser. "Get 'dem knickers off and this inside your pussy" he ordered nonchalantly, almost like he was ordering a take-away from Burger King. Jenny was still laid over a bean bag and her jaw visibly dropped. "You expect me to masturbate for you, in front of the camera?" he asked, incredulously. Richie glared at her. "Don't make me ask you a second time" he said dryly to her and she saw the menace within his eyes. She thought dope was supposed to make people more chilled out but Richie was definitely getting more agitated. She felt vulnerable and scared. Sure, she'd been naked with men before but only boy friends, not total strangers. Jenny had not been a great fan of one night stands and to that effect, she'd had a bit of a sheltered life. She was really apprehensive about this but she reluctantly agreed. Jenny was scared and wished Mark was with her as she sat on the bean bag and laid back, pulling her briefs off and revealing her glorious vagina, her neat pubic hair visible to this big Rastafarian who was high on weed. "Cover it with this" he ordered, blankly as he stood over her and handed her the vibrator and gel. Jenny looked up at his eyes and saw no compassion. She noticed he was sporting an erection behind his Wrangler jeans and she shuddered at the thought that this guy might want to relieve himself by using her. Jenny conformed, hoping to get the entire episode over and done with. So far, it had been nothing other than very professional, even if it were embarrassing. She spread the lubricating gel over the vibrator, noticing the gel dispenser had a well known brand name on the side. These gels were designed to give heightened pleasure to both (or all) partners and Jenny had, so far, never tried this type of sexual stimulation. Using a lubricant and a vibrator would both be new experiences. She squirted some lubricant on to her hands and spread it over the shaft of the sex toy, working it like she was masturbating Mark, her hand slow and smooth, her actions accidentally erotic as she wanked the toy. She squirted some more lubricant on to her hand and fingers, applying it to her own pussy, over the outer lips first, then over her clitoris, then deeper into her self. She felt the warm tingling sensation produced by the gel as it stimulated her nerve endings, causing her untold pleasure and she had to physically control her moaning as she became more aroused. Richie had been watching her and reached for his camera. "Look at me and spread 'dem legs, sweetie" he said, squatting down to get a better angle on Jenny's moistened pussy. For the next ten minutes, she played and fingered with her self, using the vibrator gently on her sensitive outer lips and against her inner thighs, making her incredibly aroused. God, how she wished Mark was here. She could do with a good shafting right now and a vibrator fell short of what she wanted, despite the fact the vibrator was larger than Mark's tool. But she wanted something warm and hard, not cold and hard inside her pussy. With Richie's encouragement, she slowly pushed the vibrator deeper into herself, desperately trying to surpress her own breathing which was becoming more laboured and heavier as she got more aroused. She was getting to the stage where she might orgasm soon and she felt embarrassed about coming in front of a total stranger. Richie sensed her impending predicament and was ready for her finale. "Kneel down and lean on dem bean bags" he told her. "I'll set off some fireworks behind you, just keep looking at me. Then there'll be a big bang" he stated. Jenny envisaged her ordeal was reaching the end and she inwardly sighed a deep sigh of relief. She posed as told and some pyrotechnics started, large Roman candles setting off a backdrop either side of her bare hips as she bucked like she was being fucked by the invisible man, just like Richie had ordered her. She was looking at Richie, as per instructions and the sound of the pyrotechnics behind her drowned out the sound of movement behind her. Richie saw Omar and his mind worked in line with Omar's. "Ready for the big bang?" Richie shouted over the sound of the fireworks. Jenny nodded, the vibrator still in her pussy but her bucking action was making it fall out. She felt it fall out but no thud as it hit the floor. Then she felt it re-enter her and she wondered what was going on. "Keep looking at me" Richie said. Jenny did, still bucking her hips as the sensation in her pussy warmed up, the tingling from the lubricating gel arousing her even more. The vibrator went in deeper and felt different from before. She glanced round and saw Omar, a big black UK porno star knelt behind her and he smiled at Jenny, bringing his arms up to show her he held the vibrator in his hand. But how could that be? She could feel the large thing inside her vagina. "Shit" she shouted as it dawned on her that the sensation inside her was not a sex toy, but the real thing, a porn star's massive cock inside her own pussy. Omar smiled as she bucked more to remove her self from him, not realising he was incredibly well endowed. "Stop" she ordered as Omar placed the vibrator down on the floor and grabbed her hips with his large black hands, forcing himself as deep into her as he could, wanting to give her every centimetre of his manhood, to feel the pressure of her cervix against the head of his throbbing cock. Jenny wanted it to stop but she was so aroused and the lubricant made her even more aroused that she knew she was approaching climax. She shook her head in denial, fearful that she was being unfaithful to Mark, something she had never done before. She and Mark had a great relationship, this would spoil it. She began to hate him for talking her into this darned photo shoot in the first place. Omar was thrusting himself deeper into Jenny, his strong hands forcing her back onto his immense erection, impaling her with his cock. "Stop" she muttered but Omar's breathing was heavy and he feigned deafness as he rocketed towards his orgasm. Jenny glanced up and saw the images of her being fucked by this black porn star being relayed to the large flat screen she'd seen earlier and she guessed that there was someone else other than Omar and Richie in the building, observing them. From the angle of the shots, she guessed the whereabouts of the covert cameras and she groaned inwardly. How could she have been so sodding stupid? "You're so fucking horny" Omar said between his heavy breathing, "You'd make a brilliant porn star" he uttered. "No, no, no" she said, but her body defied her, the tingling erotic lubricant added to the arousal from the vibrator and now the depth of this stranger's cock in her moist pussy had brought her to the point of no return. "Noooooo" she screamed as her body tensed and an almighty orgasm, the likes she'd never experienced before wracked through her body, her sensations heightened for several seconds and her muscles became rigid, her pussy lips involuntarily squeezing on Omar's rock hard cock. She felt an unusual moistness in her as she squirted her own cum over Omar's big black dick and this heightened his pleasure. "You fucking horny mama" he uttered as he thrust himself as deep into her as he could, the action felt he was so deep it was compressing her own diaphragm, making it impossible for her to breathe. Then Omar ejaculated deep inside Jenny, his salty white semen pumping into her unprotected cervix. Jenny collapsed forwards onto the bean bag, her breathing still laboured as she tried to regain her composure. She felt the dick in her slide out, tease her lips and re enter her. This happened a few times before it started fucking her hard again. She knew Omar was a porn star but she didn't think he'd have that level of stamina. She lay on her belly, being fucked and she wondered how this had ever come about. She remembered the ad on the wall at Uni, how Mark had been unable to attend, how Richie had begun all very professional. She looked up and could not see Richie. Where the fuck had he pissed off to now? She looked up at the big monitor and she soon found out. It was now his turn. The big Rastafarian was now plunging his firmness into her well used pussy, farting noises emanated from her pussy as Omar's spunk oozed out and combined with air being pumped in by Richie. He was a well built guy, bigger than Mark's cock and, by all normal reasoning, it should have hurt like hell. Then she saw the bottle of lubricant gel by his knees and guessed he had covered himself with the tingly gel. Then it dawned on her. It was the gel which had helped to aroused her, to enable her to accommodate Omar and Richie even though she'd never had a cock that big before. Sure, she'd enjoyed some male meat before but never on this magnitude. She began to feel the gel sensitising her inner self and as Richie pumped himself in and out of her pussy, she couldn't help but get aroused. She reached for her own nipples and caressed them, lost in her own little world, pinching her nipples with one hand, stroking her clit with her other. "I'm coming. Make me come" she uttered out loud. Richie continued at the same rate, but with more force, her tits bouncing with the motion. "Oh Christ, I'm coming" she squealed as, once again, her slender young body went into another orgasm, her entire body momentarily taken over by physical release of pent up tension and arousal. Almost simultaneously, Richie emptied the contents of his scrotum into her waiting love tunnel, thrusting as he pumped, his reefer still between his lips, his jet black hands over her pale white hips. Richie removed himself from her private area, not bothering to dress himself and stepping over his clothing like a teenager might. Jenny sat up and leaned back against a bean bag, feeling the warmth of the two men's semen dribbling out of her vagina. Jenny heard a door open and she covered her nakedness with her hands in reflex. What happened next shook her world. She saw a face coming towards her that she recognised. She had no idea there was a guest in the place and she began to blush with embarrassment. "Hiya" the voice said. It was a friend from Uni, a total looser who'd asked her out countless times and she'd refused. She was with Mark but this looser had always fancied her. Jenny nodded, drawing her knees up to her chin. She eyed him cautiously. "Where's Mark?" he asked. Jenny remained silent. "Will you go out with me?" he asked in a matter of fact way. Jenny shook her head. "Then will you fuck me?" he asked. Jenny almost laughed out loud. "No way" she said, feeling very vulnerable all of a sudden. "Oh, I think you will fuck me. You see, the engineer is a friend of mine and he's burning a copy of the footage to DVD as we speak. Shall I get a second copy for Mark?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. Jenny paled. Digital World Ch. 01 "No" she said. "Or maybe a copy for the Dean at Uni" he smirked, enjoying her discomfort. "Maybe I could duplicate it and sell it to everyone at Uni" he said. Jenny shrank back towards the bean bag, her skin crawling with the thought of this creep being intimate with her. He'd obviously seen everything earlier. "Oh yes, I think £3 a go will be affordable to everyone. I know how hard up students can be. And I'm very hard up" he said, accentuating the last two words and rubbing his groin. "Lucky I've got enough money, even though it is Dad's" he joked. "I might even donate copies free of charge........" he said, allowing his words to taper off. Jenny gulped. "OK. What do you want? Money?". The jerk laughed. "I've enough of my own and Daddy's money thank you" he smiled to himself, his yellow teeth bared like a rabid dog. "No, like I said earlier, I think you'll agree to fuck me" he said. Jenny shook her head. "So be it" he said, walking towards the control room. "Stop" said Jenny. The geek stopped and turned, his poker face unfaltering. There was a short silence. "OK" said Jenny. The yellow teeth bared themselves again. "Good" he said. "Let's start right away". Jenny shivered involuntarily despite the warmth seeping out of her well-used pussy. Richie reached for a handycam, his strides still absent and his now limp cock dangled between his legs, looking large even when he was limp. Omar had perked up and was watching in eager anticipation. "Well?" the creep barked at her. She shrugged. "I can hardly take my clothes off for you, can I?" Jenny retorted, angrily. Little did she know she'd pay for that remark later. The creep approached her, unzipping himself in the process and removing his below average sized erection. Her pussy lips had been stretched to capacity, she doubted this could hurt her physically. She would soon discover how perverted this creep was. "On your knees, bitch" he ordered, the malice in his voice made the scenario scary for her. "Make it good" Richie added, his comment aimed at Jenny. "I'm sure you don't wanna do more than one shoot of this picture" he grinned evilly. Jenny swallowed hard and obeyed the command. The next two hours would be a special type of torture for her. And how the torture was humiliating to her. To be continued. Digital World Ch. 02 Jenny felt like shit. She sat and sobbed her heart out. She'd been talked into doing this sodding photo shoot by her boyfriend. Mark should have been here, to chaperone her, protect her from the evil filth that had plundered her body, deprived her of her dignity and made to feel a useless slut. Her pussy ached, having been stretched to capacity, fucked then fucked again. Her briefs were soaking wet with the remnants of several loads of cum which had been ejaculated inside her over the last few hours and she felt drained, both physically and mentally. It was dark outside and the cab sped through the streets like a bat out of hell, the amber glow of the street lights adding to the horror that replayed in Jenny's own mind. She adjusted her seating position, the discomfort from her well used pussy and the semen the flowed from it made her feel as though she'd had a dose of the runs and shat in her panties. The unmistakable aroma of spunk filled the cab like a noxious cloud and she felt miserable. How the fuck had she gotten herself into such a situation. Being talked into posing for photos initially seemed OK, but then to do topless, then nude, then lewd photos. She shook her head in disbelief. She should have said no and just walked out before the dildo experience. And what the fuck was in that lubricant? It made her feel all tingly and warm. Against her better judgement, it had got the better of her and, consequently, subjected to having her pussy raided by total strangers, none of whom she'd have been intimate with, even if she weren't already in a long term relationship. She recalled how the creep from Uni had been behind the entire thing. It transpired that the creep (or rather, the creep's wealthy and influential father) had an indirect connection with a relative of Mark's. Apparently, the worked for one of his businesses and a function was being thrown in honour and family members had been invited. It just happened to coincide with the photo shoot. Jenny sighed to herself at the stupidity of it all. It all seemed so far fetched, yet it had happened. And despite her education, her strong willed manner and scepticism of some people, she had still gone along with it. "Stupid cow!" she said silently to herself. She closed her eyes briefly, images of the creep having his evil way with her resonated around her mind like an echo. Images of his ugly, pot marked face and manic smile replayed itself over and over again, haunting her until she opened her eyes. The street lamps played their own tricks on her, conjuring up spectral images of the creep, his tiny dick and the painful vinyl penal extension he'd strapped to himself like some perverted lesbian. Her flesh crawled at the thought. Jenny tried to change the subject in her own mind, trying desperately to think about Mark coming home, their forthcoming holiday, the excitement of travelling to Spain, some warm sunshine, clubbing, drinking, swimming, sun-bathing, exotic foods to try, maybe some wind surfing or other water sports to try. The cab drove over a pot hole in the road and the bump caused Jenny to bounce a little on the seat, despite being strapped in by a seat belt. The sudden jolt caused pain in her rectum, having had a plethora of things inserted over the last few hours. Shit, that hurt! She tried to recapture the holiday dream, the realisation that she'd left her bikini behind at the warehouse shocking her back to reality. There was no way she was going back to collect it. She'd have to buy a new one. And a totally different design, she wanted to erase all memories of today. But would she be allowed to? That scum had recorded video footage of her in a whole range of compromising positions, making her do things against her will but looking like she was a willing participant. She feared that he'd continue to use this power against her. He'd started by making her suck his miniscule cock. She'd been repulsed at the idea but figured that if she hurried it up and made it feel good, it might not last long and she'd be released. The creep had other ideas, however. Despite the amount of money his family had, they hadn't spent much of it on dental or plastic surgery for him, that amount was evident. His pop marked facial features, discoloured teeth and tatty clothes made him look like some down-and-out. Sure, many students at university were on a limited budget and looked a little poor, that was one of the obvious traits of being a student. A perk, maybe! Sadly, this creep had a bad attitude to go with his overwhelming but well hidden wealth. He'd stated that he could have penile extension surgery and the surgery would cost daddy several thousand pounds but he'd declined the offer because he didn't like pain. Or, more to the point, he didn't like to endure pain, although he could dish it out in much the same way he could dish out cash to attract friends. He'd rammed his tiddler into Jenny's mouth, his hands holding her ears and forcing her head into his groin, his rough pubic hair against her face and nose making it difficult for her to breathe. She'd forced her head away from his momentarily, her breathing heavy as she gasped for air. "Look guys" the creep had shouted to those around him, "She's turned on my by dick. You can tell by her heavy breathing!" he laughed, forcing himself back into her waiting mouth. Jenny had tried to finish the creep off quickly, sucking with all her might that she feared her face might cave in with the pressure. Her tongue again darted over his circumcised dick, trying desperately to bring him to the boil. The creep, for whatever reason, responded very slowly. Jenny discovered later that he had a hormone issue, hence his tiny penis and difficulty in obtaining and maintaining an erection. This was going to be hard work. Creep had decided that he was going to punish Jenny for her unnecessary remarks earlier and he'd got Omar to throw what looked like a padded sandwich box over to him. He'd unzipped the case whilst still inside Jenny's mouth, her eyes looked at him suspiciously. "What the fuck was he planning?" she wondered to herself. He released her with both hands and quickly opened the case and removed an offensive looking dildo, ribbed and knobbled and looking like a bar of peanut brittle, long straps with Velcro and a matt black colour. Furthermore, it looked very rigid, not ply-able like some plastics. This was vinyl, no flexibility, just rigidity. He removed his penis from her mouth and she noticed it was hollow, allowing his own tiny dick to fit inside before he strapped it around himself. He'd obviously done this before, judging by the speed of it, and within seconds, he was waving it about in front of Jenny's nose like a jar of smelling salts. Jenny noticed the clean plastic smell like it was new and she guessed she was the one to take its virginity. Jenny pondered what sexual experience the creep had enjoyed (if enjoy was the word and, if so, if both or all parties had 'enjoyed'). The creep had grabbed her head again and forced the very hard dildo back into her mouth and it grated against the roof of her mouth, causing her to screech in pain. He thrust himself into her, neither of them enjoying the experience, she feeling nothing but pain, him feeling nothing as the action created little sensation to his entrapped tool. He drew the tool out and ordered Jenny to lay on one of the beanbags, he himself getting a second beanbag to place under her hips, allowing him easier access to her pussy, the lips red and swollen with abuse. Her natural lubricant was drying up, the excess stimulation from the medicated lubricant wearing off, the remains of the other guy's sperm was all there was. As the stimulation had subsided, her pussy was also contracting and the creep's sudden and forceful violation of her vagina caused Jenny to jump, wincing in agony as the dry vinyl forced it's way painfully into her. She relived the pain as she sat in the taxi, her face scrunching up as the memory struck, feeling the pain again in her pubic area. She recalled how the creep had fucked her with his plastic penis and how he'd verbally abused her. He'd called her a tart, a slut, a bitch, a whore, a cheap slapper and a whole host of other terms which Jenny had shut her ears to, not wanting to take in any more than she had to. Yet strangely, as the creep had begun to feel aroused, he'd been more friendly; complimentary almost. He'd said she was beautiful, gorgeous, had lovely legs, sexy eyes, wonderful tits, horny pubic hair, and so on. Jenny was having trouble in her own mind, knowing where she stood with this creep, one minute she was the hero, the next minute, the villain. Jenny never stopped thinking about Mark, his rugged good looks, his sexy body, his love and affection, even his manner. Sure, Mark could be a total dick at times, selfish occasionally like attending this family function today. Yet she wouldn't swap him for the world, he was her world. Jenny wondered if she'd ever told Mark that. They'd been going steady for ages, they'd pledged their affection to each other but she couldn't remember if they'd actually quantified their affection. Love. She almost laughed at the thought. How could any one love her when she was being fucked like some cheap slut by this creep? Jenny knew she was attractive, and she dressed to accentuate her lovely figure, needing only a minimal amount of make up. Mark had told her than when you are as pretty as she was, she needed very little assistance. She smiled inwardly when she remembered how she'd playfully slapped Mark when she'd asked him what would make her sexier and he'd replied by telling her to put her ankles behind her ears! She felt the cab slow down for a red traffic light and she gazed out of the window, a light drizzle adding to the misery, like the world was weeping with her. People with brolly's walked by, Jenny observing but not really seeing. Her mind was back in the warehouse, the place where her dignity had been removed and discarded like a pair of old socks. She sub consciously rubbed her chest, recalling how the creep with yellow teeth had taken her delicate nipples into his foul mouth and sucked on her like some famished infant, frustrated he was unable to make her lactate (how sad. The creep had actually believed he could produce milk from her tits by fucking her!) and how he bit hard into her nipple, sucking simultaneously and finding only blood. Omar had needed to pull him off of Jenny, explaining to him he was wasting his time and just to give her a good fucking. Creep had other ideas and kneaded her tits with his hands, rough and vigorous like he was making dough. Jenny had been in tears, mostly physical pain but also an element of humiliation. How could one human being do this to another, what had she ever done to him other than refuse to go on a date with the creep. She remembered her catty comments earlier and how he'd told her she'd pay for that. Jenny gulped inwardly. His kneading of her tits went on relentlessly, despite her obvious pain and discomfort. Richie kept the camera rolling, his limpness perking up again and Jenny knew that before she left, Richie and probably Omar would want seconds. She'd resigned herself to the fact that she would, once again, be subjected to further unwanted intimacy and humiliation. The creep removed his tool from her and re-entered her, each time without lubrication and, each time, with a great amount of pain. Jenny was almost screaming in pain now and the creep kept the pace going. "Listen to her screaming, lads..." he shouted joyfully, "......she's really loving it!" Omar and Richie ignored this creep. They were paying him large sums of money and they were happy to accept it but they didn't necessarily approve of his approach. He pulled his plastic tool from her and thrust again, his knee slipping on the bean bag and the vinyl penis rammed against her rectum, entering her with force. Jenny yelped like a puppy dog as the rugged tool entered her, again without lubrication and she looked down at the bean bag. She saw blood but at this stage, couldn't decipher if this was from her arse or her tits. Either way, she was in fucking agony. Omar stepped up as the creep went to re-enter her arse. "Keep to her pussy if I were you" he said. The creep stared at Omar. "Why don't you keep your fucking nose out of it?" he replied. The creep was a mere 5'6" or so, Omar and Richie both in excess of 6' but the creep felt brave, mostly because of his bank balance. "If you're brains were the size of your dick, you'd know you were hurting the poor lass" Omar replied, sizing up to the little squirt. "And who's paying your wages today?" the creep announced. Omar's blood began to boil and Richie stopped filming. "You stop now or I'll make you" Omar barked. The creep went to thrust back into Jenny's arse but the big black porn actor pulled the creep off of her, throwing him across the room and into a tripod holding a light. The structure toppled and fell, the bulbs exploding like a fire cracker. "You fucking scum" the creep said, rubbing his side which had impacted on the tripod. He looked and noticed his toy penis was broken, the rigid plastic not ply-able enough to withstand the impact and severing. A severed penis, albeit a dildo, made Richie wince at the thought and he drew in breath sharply. "You can kiss goodbye to ever working in this industry again" the creep shouted as he stood, picking up his toy cock and stoking it, almost as though the action would give it an erection and become whole again. Omar approached the creep and towered over him in an intimidating manner. "You reckon?" he wagered. "I don't care how much fucking money you've got, I aint stooping to your level........" he barked. ".....and, if Richie and I don't get paid, then we'll just have to take it out on you." "Oh yeah?" replied the creep. "Like how?" Richie smiled. "Like this" Omar said, grabbing the creep and forcing him to the floor, Omar's power and weight advantage was too great for the creep to deal with. Richie knelt behind him and the creep could feel the size and heat of Richie's throbbing erection against his own arse. "How'd you like to experience what the girl experienced?" Richie said, his deep Jamaican accent making him sound really sinister. The creep begged for his own arse to be spared. He promised them double, no. Treble the wages he'd promised. They teased him for a bit before frog marching him upstairs to the control room, making him open his attaché case and paying cash there and then. Richie then took the DVD which had been burnt and asked the engineer to delete the files on the hard drive. The creep would have no evidence of what had happened. Jenny was still crying when Richie and Omar returned. They nursed her gently until the sobbing stopped. They'd told her what had happened and how the creep was being regally ejected from the premises, that all evidence had been removed and the only evidence was the DVD disc in their hands. She went to reach for it but Richie pulled it back towards him. "Uh-uh" he said, shaking his head. "This is mine. For personal use" he said. She looked at him, his face ice cold, his eyes showed no emotion. "Please?" Jenny begged. You mustn't let anyone else see it. No one must know. Not my boy friend or anyone. "If you want it, you need to do one more thing for me" he said. Behind his eyes, she could just make out the beginnings of some compassion. "What do you want?" she said apprehensively. He looked down at his massive erection. Her gaze followed his. No words were spoken but she knew what he wanted. Her pussy felt sore, her arse felt like it was on fire, her tits throbbed painfully and she was totally fatigued and spent. Trickles of cum stained her velvety thighs and her pretty blond hair. A fire engine screaming past the cab on blue lights brought her back to the present. They were still stuck in city centre traffic and a little way from home. What she wanted now was a long hot bath and a few stiff vodka's. Maybe some chocolate would make the world a bit better, too. Jenny clutched her hand bag tight, the DVD disc within. As soon as she'd had her bath, the disc would be smashed and put in the bin, after she'd warped the shards over a candle flame. She wanted no evidence left at all. Nothing. The disc had cost her dearly. Richie had needed fucking again and she'd reluctantly agreed with two conditions. Firstly, she would keep the disc and, secondly, they mustn't fuck her arse. The bleeding had almost stopped and Omar had told her it was only a haemorrhoid that had burst. Jenny had felt disgusted until Omar convinced her that most people have haemorrhoids but very few have problems with them. Omar had also talked his way into fucking her again and they'd been more gentle than the creep although it was just sex. No love, no passion, just a need to cum. Richie and Omar both took turns at either end, one in her mouth, the other in her pussy. She felt filthy with these two well endowed, strange black men being intimate with her in a way that very few people had. This was Mark's territory, no-one elses. But for the sake of her dignity (what dignity, she'd asked herself?) she'd agreed. Jenny was not racist, she had some very good black friends within university but she'd never consider dating a black guy. Certainly not fucking a black guy. Now, here she was not with one, but two big black guys who were fucking her pussy and mouth. They'd found the medicated lubricant again and were plying her pussy with bucket loads of the stuff, working it into her love lips. She rebelled initially but the tingling returned, arousing her against her will. She tried to concentrate the mind, telling herself that she was not aroused, did not want sex. Her mind visualised non sexy things, gory scenes from Holby City, cooking recipes, the football scores as they come up on the tickertape, deep sea fishing with her uncle, anything she could. No matter how hard she tried, her nerve cells responded to the lubricating gel and the two black guys and their expert actions. She wanted to tell them to stop but the first gigantic cock to enter her pussy had her begging for more, deeper, faster. Jenny's mind wanted to stop, to sleep, to rest her weary body, her aching cunt but her body rejected her motor signals, bypassing the synapses so she bucked back, allowing deeper penetration, deeper cock. The sucking slurping sound of their cocks entering her with the lubricant echoing around the warehouse. The engineer in the control room could only record the sound bytes, the cameras having been disabled by Richie earlier. But he was able to capture her voice. "No, please stop. Oooooooh, deeper. Yes. Oh. Stop. You mustn't. Please stop. Oooh, fuck me. Fuck me now!" Jenny couldn't control herself and Omar and Richie fucked Jenny, her pussy accommodating their length and girth. "Oh, fuck me. I want you both inside me. Now" she barked, not realising what she had said. Richie withdrew from her mouth and laid on the floor, his head on a beanbag and Omar withdrew and shuffled her across the floor to Richie. She crawled on her knees until she was over Richie's hips and Omar helped lower her onto Richie's big cock, smearing her pussy with lubricant as he did. She gasped as he entered her and found it strange that Richie was holding her hips still, his strong powerful hands supporting her weight so only the tip of his cock was inside her. Omar had smeared lube on his hand and was massaging Richie's cock and his bollocks before he lubed himself. Nodding to Richie, Omar then placed the tip of his erection against Jenny's waiting pussy lips and she felt Richie lower her body onto him. He seemed even bigger than before in this position, she recalled thinking. Inch by agonising inch, she was lowered onto Richie's erection before she felt a slap on her buttocks. She recognised it was a scrotum but Richie was lying down. She wondered how his balls could be slapping against her buttocks. Digital World Ch. 02 Big black hands engulfed her tits and she noticed they were Omar's hands, as Richie still held her hips. Fuck! They were both fucking her. They were both inside her. She remembered vaguely her earlier sentence. They'd taken her at face value and were both fucking her. It felt enormous but it didn't hurt. She assumed she was in so much pain, she couldn't feel anymore. Or was it the lubricant? Either way, they fucked her, their cocks moving in unison inside her, her breathing becoming laboured as her nerve cells were treated to an experience very few ladies get to enjoy. She felt sick yet horny. She felt like she wanted to curl up and die, yet strangely invigorated. She wished Mark was here, that it was Mark inside her. Fingers manipulated her nipples, other fingers masturbated her clitoris. Bollocks smacked against her arse, the slapping noise, the slurping noise and their breathing noises echoing around the warehouse, causing the engineer a series of challenges to record the sound cleanly. "That's it baby" Richie urged. "Ride me baby. Make me cum. You do want my cum, don't you?" Jenny grunted. "Richie wants to cum inside you and so do I. We're going to cum in your warm sweet pussy" Omar weighed in. Jenny grunted some more. "You want us to cum, don't you?" Jenny shook her head, her mind telling her 'no'. "Yes. Cum inside me. Fill me with your sweet black spunk" her voice said which surprised all three of them. Still she shook her head. "I mean, no. Stop." A short pause. "No, fuck me. Cum inside me. Fill me. I want your spunk. Fill me up. Fuck meeeeeeee!" Jenny's dirty talk had sent her over the top, a wave of orgasm flushed through her, her face reddening before paling again. Still the two black studs fucked her. Richie's fingers masturbated her clitoris some more. "Stop it, Richie, I'm coming, Oh God, I'm coming........fuck me........fuck me........fuck............." Jenny reached her second climax, her muscle contractions rubbed both Richie and Omar's dick's against each other, her pussy climaxing and releasing love juices down her vagina, moistening their erections with warmth. Omar climaxed half a second before Richie, their cocks pumping deep into her, filling her for the second time today. Omar removed himself, Richie gently lifting Jenny off of his cock on which she'd been impaled. Richie went for a cigarette, Omar finding Jenny some of her clothes and thrusting some money in her hand. "That's your share from the creep" Omar said by way of explanation. Jenny had dressed and found her bag with her mobile phone to call a cab. She stuffed the wedge of notes in her bag with the DVD and had hovered by the front door until the cab arrived, not bothering with goodbyes, just glad to be out of the place. Her memories faded as she looked up and noticed her cab was pulling into her street. She reached for her bag and clumsily spilt the contents. The cab pulled up and applied the handbrake. "That'll be £26.40 please" the cabbie said, his accent had a tinge of Asian in it. Jenny scrabbled around, picking up some of the note's she'd dropped on the floor. She found two twenty pound notes and thrust them into the cab drivers hand. Her neighbour Charlie, an older guy with a bald patch, was just leaving the apartments when he saw Jenny's cab. He pointed to the cab and she nodded. Charlie had always given her the creeps, he stared at her and probably wanked every night thinking about her. He'd always tried to enter into conversation with her but she felt really uncomfortable around him especially the way he stared at her breasts. "Keep the change" she said to the cabbie, diving out of the cab and into the drizzle, changing places with the neighbour, Charlie, who jumped into the taxi. Jenny rushed into the apartment, switching on as many lights as possible and putting some music on, trying to regain some normality. The front door locked, she ran a bath and lit a couple of candles to relax the mood. She pulled a WKD from the fridge and drank straight from the bottle. She ached all over. Jenny undressed and dropped her semen soaked undies into the bin. She wanted no reminders of today at all, she thought to herself as she soaked gently in the bath, the scent of ylang ylang and lavender filling the bathroom from the bubble bath. She downed the remainder of her drink she laid back, her body and mind relaxing. By all accounts, Omar may have been right but she still though she was too young for piles! She wrapped herself in a towelling robe and wandered back to the sitting room, calling by the kitchen for another cold WKD. She opened her bag and looked at the wad of bank notes. How much had she been paid? She didn't know and didn't care. It was enough to pay the cab, a new bikini and underwear that she'd lost or discarded and maybe buy Mark something nice. Mark. Where the fuck was he? "Talking of Mark, he'd better not see this" she said out loud to her self. She rummaged through her bag. Where has the DVD gone? It wasn't in her bag. She looked on the floor, on the sofa, down the back of the sofa. She went back to the kitchen and looked in the fridge, in the bin, back to the bathroom. She retraced her steps but she couldn't find it. Meanwhile, Charlie had found something small and shiny on the floor of the taxi. He picked it up and saw it was a DVD. He put it in his raincoat pocket. He'd have a little look at that later on. And what was that strange smell? It smelt like spunk. Charlie put his hand in his coat pocket and touched his cock which was beginning to get erect. "Tell you what driver, can you turn round and take me home please" he said. Something told him this DVD might be worth watching sooner rather than later. To be continued Digital World Ch. 03 Jenny cursed under her breath. "Who the heck is that at this time in the morning?" she muttered, wrapping her towelling dressing gown around her slender body, her blond hair all over the place. It was Saturday morning and she was having a lie in. Is nothing sacred anymore? Jenny opened the door, ensuring the security chain was still on, peering through the gap. "Oh, hello Jenny. I wondered if I might come in for a minute if that's OK?" a voice said. Jenny groaned inside, it was Charlie, the old creep who lived across the landing from her. He was a real creep, early sixties and reeked 24/7 of alcohol, this morning was no different. He was also a bit of a pervert, Jenny had decided, as he was always watching her from his window or coming out of his door as she was leaving, making lewd comments about what clothes she wore. She'd also heard the unmistakeable sounds of porno films on his TV when she got home late at night and the thought of his masturbating over images of her made her flesh crawl, "I'm not up for guests, Charlie" Jenny protested. "Call back later" she said, intending to shut the door. "Much, much later after I've gone out" she thought to herself. Charlie persisted. "No, you don't understand, I've got something that I think is yours and you might want it back" he suggested. "Like what?" Jenny retorted. She'd not lost anything recently, not that she could remember. Maybe she'd lost her dignity, but he'd not know about that. In fairness, it was something Jenny would rather have not remembered, either. "Let me in and I'll tell you" he persevered. "Look, I'm not dressed and I've only just woken up" Jenny replied, running her hand through her untidy hair. It may only have been Charlie but she was not going to be intimidated by him. She'd had enough of Chris, the creep from Uni and Omar and Richie intimidating her into unsavoury acts and she sure as hell was not happy to be intimidated by her neighbour. "Why don't you drop by my flat in, say, fifteen minutes" Charlie replied, checking his wrist watch. "I know you'll want this item back" he smiled, his grin revealing his grotesque array of uneven teeth, mostly grey in colour with a couple of teeth missing, making his appearance quite unpleasant. "Yeah, OK!" Jenny replied, having absolutely no intention of complying with his request to join him in his grotty apartment. "If not, I'll advertise it on my new website" he said. Jenny groaned to herself again. Charlie may be a retired old wanker but he was an I.T. whiz-kid, there was very little he didn't know about computers and I.T. He'd even ridded her computer of some dodgy virus a couple of months earlier and he'd make excuses to update Jenny's computer with an array of new software (she hadn't known it, but he'd also captured some of her personal files for his own perverse use, too), so whatever he'd found, she'd better repossess it. Jenny guessed maybe a pair of her underwear had found it's way into his possession, maybe she'd dropped something when she'd got back from the launderette a few nights ago. "Yeah, OK. Let me get dressed and have a coffee or something" Jenny protested, closing the door and leaning her back against it. The door was a big, heavy wooden frame yet she felt she could almost feel Charlie's pungent breath against the nape of her neck. She shuddered involuntarily. Half an hour, two mugs of steaming hot coffee, a piece of toast and a shower later, Jenny had donned a pair of comfy, albeit hip-hugging jeans and a top before stepping out on to the shared landing, her keys in her hand. She sensed, rather than heard, Charlie's front door open. "I thought you'd wanted me to keep it" he said, grinning evilly and beckoning Jenny into his apartment. She brushed past him, Charlie purposely standing in her way as she made her way into his flat. Inside, the décor looked dated and grubby, the curtains were dusty and smelt of old people. The windows had no net curtains but his privacy would remain intact, the windows so dirty Jenny thought the weather was overcast instead of sunny intervals. The recent showers had blown over but the autumnal weather concealed the brisk breeze that shook the trees outside the window, the orange and gold autumn leaves loosing their grip on the branches they had held on to so firmly over the spring and summer months, now falling to the ground like giant colourful snow flakes, leaving patterns on the pavement below. Yet despite the glorious beauty that autumn beholds, Jenny felt gloomy, the entire room, if not the entire flat felt dank, a hint of moth balls mixed with the aroma of an un-flushed toilet whilst the carpet beneath her Nike's felt as though they were sticking rather than gliding over the surface. The lounge was littered with newpapers and magazines, mostly male orientated mags around cars, computers and girlie mags. Jenny tried to conceal another involuntary shudder. "So tell me. What do you have of mine, then?" she asked, her voice perky as though trying to cheer herself up. Charlie smiled and moved a pile of grubby towels from a chair so she could sit down. "I've got something I think you dropped" he said, reaching into a wooden cabinet behind him. He rummaged around for a few moments and Jenny started to get frustrated at his incompetent behaviour. He cursed a little under his breath then he snapped his fingers. "I'll show you" he said, almost running over to his Desktop PC which was on in the background, the screen saver of a well known tabloid newspaper page 3 model suddenly disappearing as he hit the keyboard. His fingers tapped away deftly and Jenny mused how much exercise his fingers got whilst he was watching the various TV channels somewhere towards the 900 numbers on the digibox. Jenny expected a photo image of the lost property to display on the screen or, at least the web page for Ebay displaying the lost item for auction. Instead, she saw media player boot up. "Quality is really good, this is. Digital is always better in my experience" he said, his eyes wide like saucers as he watched Jenny with perverse interest. Jenny raised her eyebrows to the ceiling, refocusing on the screen. Then she visibly paled, her jaw dropped and her face began to sweat. The screen showed her in sexual activity with Omar, the footage having been shot by Richie. But how? "Shit!" she said out loud. Charlie laughed out loud. "Yes" he said, his grin as wide as any Cheshire cat, his laughing becoming almost maniacal. "You left it in the cab and you know what they say? Finders keepers!" "I want it back" she said, her stony face trying to look menacing and serious. Charlie laughed out loud even more. "I bet you do" he said. "Well, what's it worth?" he jested. "You give it to me back and I won't go to the police" she said, crossing her arms and legs defensively. "Go to the police?" he laughed, "And tell them what? That you're a would-be porn star?" "I'll tell them that you filmed me secretly or you stole it from me" she said, trying to retain her composure. The computer monitor had shown a close up of the big black penis entering her gorgeous pussy, the lubricant defying her mind and making her want to be fucked. "I bet your boy friend would like to see this" Charlie suggested, knowing the reaction he'd get. "No!" Jenny shouted, making herself jump in the process. "No" she said again, calmly this time. "Mark must never know." "Why not?" the old man asked. Jenny blushed. "Just because" Jenny replied, hoping the answer would be sufficient. "So, tell me what it's worth to you, then?" he asked, approaching Jenny as she sat in the chair. She felt trapped, the only way out was the door behind Charlie. He may be retired but he was a well built man, stocky but not all of it was fat. She'd never get out of the chair and past him before he got her. "I'll give you £200" she said. If Charlie was surprised, he didn't show it. "What would I do with £200, sweetie?" he asked, squatting beside her chair, his hand patting her knee. Jenny gulped and looked at the ceiling. "I dunno. Get some imported DVD's, the type you like" she said, hopefully. Charlie moved his hands up to her thigh. "That's not much, them things are expensive if you get them from Europe" he said. Jenny remembered that Omar had stuffed in excess of £1000 in her bag. She'd spent some and lost some but she still had about £600 or so left, £200 of which she'd committed to Charlie. "How much do you want?" Jenny asked, trying to use her limited negotiation skills. "Oh, what I want you couldn't afford, sweetie" he said, his hand working it's way up to the pocket area of her jeans. "Name your price" she said, fear evident in her voice, tinged with just a little bit of panic. "I want you, sweetie" he said. "I want you or else the DVD get posted on my website for the whole world to see" he grinned. First, I'll relieve you of the £200 anyway, that'll make a good deposit, then you can pay the rest back in, shall we say, favours? Yes, that's a good word. Favours." His tongue flicked across his dry lips and his breathing became laboured, the smell of stale garlic from last night's take away emanated from his mouth making Jenny's eyes sting. His hand was at her tummy, he slowly ran the palm of his hand across her flat tummy, his fingers curling as they drew back against the button holding her jeans up, subtly opening the button. "No, I can't" she protested. "I won't" "Oh, I think you will" Charlie insisted, slowly unzipping the fly of her jeans, the lace of her scarlet briefs becoming visible. "You see, I've taken out a bit of insurance you see......" he grinned, his eyes staring her in the face, "......as I've made a copy of the disc and that's with someone else as we speak. He said he finds you......most attractive" he said, his hand caressing the thick denim material that protected her pubic region. "He'd make copies for selling down at the local pubs, the Dog and Duck, The Crown and The Case is Altered. Jenny swallowed hard, she knew these pubs all had terrible reputations and she knew the type of clientele that frequented these places. Hell, they were the pits of the earth. Here we go again, she thought to herself. "What's your plan? Where do I fit in with this? What's your bottom line?" Jenny said in a matter of fact fashion. She was weary of people taking advantage of her, she'd been stupid enough to get into these situations, she'd have to pay the price and, this time, hopefully, she'd learn her lesson. Charlie stood up and stood behind her chair, leaning forward onto the back of the chair and breathing casually down her neck. "Now let me see" Charlie said, his manner relaxed and confident. He unfolded his arms and reached down, grabbing Jenny's tits, one in each hand. "A couple of things...." he said, coughing as he laughed at his own joke, "....you can shove these tits of yours in my mouth for a start" he suggested. "No!" Jenny retorted, trying to slap his hands away from her breasts but Charlie held firm. "Yes" he insisted, his speech slow and sinister, his hands pulling at her top, raising her T shirt over her head, her matching scarlet bra covered her tits, the cool autumnal weather the cause of her erect nipples, not sexual arousal. Charlie didn't care of the reason, he grabbed and twisted, pulled and tweaked before forcefully unclipping the bra, revealing Jenny's breasts to the old pervert. He raced around and squatted in front of her, his acrid breath breathing its noxious fumes over her pretty, innocent breasts. Jenny's eyes welled up with tears as Charlie's dry rasping tongue violated her nipples, the sensation like sand paper. "Stop, no please, stop!" she begged as Charlie pulled at her jeans he'd undone, his mouth still attached to her breast like a limpet. His muscular strength was too great for Jenny and she felt the material start to give. She raised her hips to prevent the garment ripping completely, the denim being pulled down her legs at speed. His hand started stroking her pubic area, moving her briefs to one side, allowing him access to the pretty pussy he'd seen pounded, close up on the DVD. His grubby fingers probed at her labia, her clitoris bone dry as he touched it, the pressure causing Jenny untold discomfort. "Oow!" she whimpered but Charlie was on a mission, operation fuck-her, the ultimate objective to screw the arse off his horny neighbour. So her boy friend was a big guy and would make mince meat of him, but Charlie had a plan that would ensure Mark would never find out and, even if he did, he'd probably dump Jenny. Yeah, that'd be great. She'd be his own bitch for ever. The thought process almost made Charlie cum in his pants there and then. With the strength normally associated with a mad man, Charlie pulled at her knickers, the flimsy material ripping, biting into her skin as he pulled, causing her to whinge again. Free of all her clothing, he moved his mouth down to her cunt, pushing her legs apart as he did so. Jenny continued to fight back. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way..." Charlie said, his voice low and demeaning, "....which would you prefer?" "I want you to stop" she said. "I don't think you do" he said, the evil in his eyes prevalent, his voice full of malice, "I think you'll want to do as I say. You remember my insurance, don't you?" he laughed. Jenny gulped as this fingers probed deeper into her very being, the roughness of the skin grating against her dry sex organ. She closed her eyes, hoping it was merely a dream, that she'd wake up in a cold sweat bolt upright in bed. The nightmare was reality and it continued, unravelling before her very eyes as Charlie spat on his fingers, than spat on her pussy before forcefully pushing his fingers into her, his knuckles disappearing as he fingered her sweet vagina. Jenny was aware of him being a bit wobbly and she opened her eyes briefly, hoping he was about to keel over with a coronary. In fact, he was endeavouring to remove his trousers with his spare hand. The only stroke he was going to have was of Jenny's blond pussy and he was making the most of the opportunity. With his trousers around his knees, his grey (they were once white but had discoloured in the wash) Y front underpants sporting the tell tale bulge of his erection. "You like my fingers, do you?" he asked. Jenny shook her head, her eyes closed again. "No. Please stop" she begged. Suddenly Charlie stopped, his fingers removed from her pussy, lubricated only by the saliva of the old scum bag. He held his fingers to his nose, sniffing the aroma of her pussy. "OK. I'll stop fingering you. Happy now?" he asked. Jenny nodded vigorously. "I'll replace it with this instead" he said, pulling her towards him so she fell on top of him, his strength holding her still enough for him to place his erection against her vagina, pushing her body down on him, penetrating her in one swift action. Jenny screamed, the sensation worse that the plastic strap on she'd been fucked with only a day or so ago. His average size cock need not have been that painful to her had she been lubricated and ready for him, but he was treating her like a £10 slut, fucking her without any care or consideration to Jenny's needs. "Stop!" she wailed as he pumped her hips up and down on his, her riding him like a cowgirl. "I voted for Mrs Thatcher,,,." he said, "..I've always preferred a woman on top!" He laughed at his own joke but Jenny failed to see the humour. Before she could respond, Charlie had grabbed the back of her hair with one hand, still thrusting her up and down on his cock. He forced her head towards his, endeavouring to kiss her as he fucked her, his dry tongue like a piece of sandpaper against her mouth and tongue, the smell and taste making Jenny's guts curdle, she wanted to scream, to vomit, to pass out and block the image from her mind. Charlie's strength was too great for her, despite her valiant attempts to escape, to disengage from the embrace. He pulled away, his breathing laboured and Jenny took the opportunity to spit out the taste on the carpet. "Feisty little thing, aren't ya?" he said, his missing teeth evident as he grinned at her. Jenny felt the phlegm at the back of her throat and she spat into Charlie's face, almost a reflex action. Charlie was temporarily shaken and Jenny almost escaped but Charlie's grip was just a bit too firm, his grip so tight her arm would be bruised by the morning. "I love a woman with a bit of spunk in her" he said, wiping the spittle from his face with his forearm. "And you're gonna have my spunk now. Roll over" he ordered, using his greater body mass to roll so Jenny was on her back with Charlie on top. He raised his hips and thrust inside her, each action causing Jenny pain. Fuck, it hurt like hell. Charlie was oblivious to Jenny's facial contortions, he grabbed a handful of her tit as he fucked her, his breathing becoming heavier, his face flushed as though he was embarrassed due to the exertion. He pulled a face almost like he was ridiculing her and Jenny momentarily wondered what he was doing. Then she realised as his erection within her pulsated, the release of millions of sperm flooding into her open pussy, bathing her cervix in his baby gravy. Charlie wanked most nights but hadn't deposited sperm in a woman for over 30 years. "You know how long I've waited to do that?" he asked, his breath still rasping as he fought to regain his composure. Jenny was crying. How could this happen? Charlie was a bastard. She didn't care how long he'd wanted her. She wanted to get out. "You bastard. You fucking bastard!" she screeched. Charlie looked at her, still lying on top of her. He may not have been as fit, but he had the weight advantage and it was all on top of her slender body. He took her chin in his hand, his grip firm like a vice. "You listen to me, sweetheart" he said, "I'm in charge now. You will do whatever I tell you to if you want that DVD back. You understand?" Jenny nodded, her vision blurred by her tears which trickled down her face and past her ears, moistening her blond hair. "Now then. If you want that DVD back, I can tell you who's got it and where you need to go. You didn't have any plans for tonight did you?" "Well, yes I have" she said between her sobs. "Shame. I might have to post it on the internet tonight" he said, the grip on her chin easing slightly. "I might even send it in to the adult channel, they're always looking for amateur footage. I'd get quite a bit for that. Would you like to be famous, sweetie?" he sneered. "Stop it, please stop it" Jenny beseeched. Charlie dismounted, the removal of his prick was almost as painful as the entry. "Your plans for tonight are rescheduled, OK?" Charlie said in a domineering fashion. "Tonight, you're gonna go to this pub and see Alfie. Oh, yeah, you'll love Alfie. He's got the master copy of the disc. I've told him already that you'll collect it tonight and if you don't turn up, he's to email it to a particular website. It's my favourite website, funny enough...." he giggled to himself, ".......but Alfie is only there between 9.30 and 10.30 so if you miss him, it's tough!" Jenny recomposed herself, reaching for her underwear, allowing Charlie's sperm to leak onto his already stained and manky carpet. Better there than in her panties. "How will I know what this Alfie looks like?" she asked, having little choice but to comply with the blackmail. She couldn't let it get into the wrong hands, she'd loose Mark, she'd be the laughing stock at work, her family would disown her. No, there were no alternatives, she had to repossess it. "Alfie wears a flat cap and a rain coat, sits in the snug area of the public bar sipping his stout and smokes Old Holborn roll-ups. Good looking guy and quite young........he's about 58 I'd say......" Charlie said, wheezing as he laughed. He gesticulated with his hands "........He's younger than me, anyway!" he said, his face becoming almost purple with exertion. Digital World Ch. 03 "And this Alfie, he'll give me the disc OK will he?" Jenny asked, hurriedly redressing. Charlie sat on one of his lumpy arm chairs, holes where the inner stuffing was visible and stains from who knows what. It could be gravy, coffee, chocolate or excrement, Jenny had no idea, she just felt sick. Charlie looked at her, his hand absent mindedly touching his penis which was now totally soft but still moist with the aroma of Jenny. "Alfie'll be fine" Charlie affirmed. "And how will he recognise me?" she asked, quite appropriately. Charlie smirked. "He'll recognise you from the DVD, won't he?" "You mean he's seen it too?" "Of course my dear" Charlie responded. Jenny paled, the blood draining from her face. "How many people have you shown it to?" she demanded to know. "Don't worry my dear" he said, his fingers moving along the wrinkled skin of his flaccid penis, "I've only shown it to Alfie, no-one else" Jenny left without as much as another word, fumbling for the key of her own apartment door, locking the door behind her, safety latch and bolt on for good measure. She had to comply, there was no other option. "Shit!" she cursed. How'd the fuck he get hold of that disc? Had he pinched it from her bag as she'd left the cab? Had he broken into her apartment that sorrowful evening when she'd got back? Had she dropped it in the stairwell as she raced up the stairs, eager to be in her own home again? Jenny was unaware that she'd dropped it in the cab whilst fumbling for her money to pay the cabbie. She was also unaware that Charlie had been telling her the truth, that he'd actually only shown the DVD to one person which was Alfie. What Charlie hadn't told Jenny was that Alfie had shown it to others in the vicinity. And Alfie had a plan that would solve one of his major dilemma's.