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Blackmail Ch. 01

By: knitedreams



Mike looked up at the tall residence in upscale London. He detested the dandies that populated this city who so famously call themselves the “ton”, but their taste in elegant houses were impeccable. With a determined stride, he climbed the steps to his query’s door. 

The butler who answered the door was big and burly with a patch over his left eye and a permanent snarling look on his face. He looked down his crooked nose at Mike and growled. “May I help you?”

Mike put a determined look on his face and replied, “I would like to see Lady Wentworth.”

The giant of a butler turned around and started down the hallway. Mike stood at the door for a while a bit confused and with a huge sigh; he followed along making sure to close the door behind him. It was obvious even to an American like him that the butler was very untraditional. 

He sauntered into the room that the butler indicated and with a low grunt, he left. Mike took that to mean he was to wait for the Lady in this pleasantly blue sitting room. It became apparent to Mike that Lady Wentworth loved blue for the dresses she wore to the balls and now it was devastatingly apparent with this elegantly blue sitting room. He smiled ruefully at the thought that she would probably have a blue fire if it were possible.

Lady Ambrosia Wentworth looked up from one of the many financial papers that littered her desk when she heard the heavy footsteps to her butler, Pig. She blew one of her slightly curly brown bangs out of her crystal blue eyes and wished that there weren’t so many interruptions this day. 

“Yes, Pig dear, what is it?” She lowered her glasses down her straight nose slightly.

“Man. Sitting room.” Her hulking butler grunted. 

Ambrosia smiled to herself as her butler stomped out of her study. Pig was wonderful and highly intelligent, but unfortunately not a man of many words. She whistled cheerfully as she bustled down the hall and the stairs to the sitting room.

As soon as she walked through the sitting room door, she stopped dead in her tracks. Michael Flanagan was in her house and admiring her favorite royal blue window curtains. 

She had detested the man the very first time she saw him. He was by no means unpleasant to look at with his light brown eyes that held intriguing gold flecks, his tousled dark brown hair, and his tall fit build. With each dance she had with him, she came to the conclusion that he was full of himself. She delicately coughed to get his attention. He spun around with a rakish smile on his face.

“Lady Wentworth, how very pleased I am that you’ve agreed to see me.”

Ambrosia plastered a smile on her face and indicated a chair. “Won’t you have a seat? Maybe have a spot of tea?”

“No thank you, my Lady. Just here to tell you that I know that you’re blackmailing a great many members of the ton.” 

Anybody would have to hand it to her, even herself that she was great at not showing any signs of distress on the outside. She wouldn’t have bet money that she stayed that way on the inside though. Her heart was pounding away and her brain was screaming her denial.

She smiled pleasantly at this and sat down on the love seat in the center of the room. “Blackmail? Me? Surely you are mistaken! Blackmail is for lesser people with no money and not to mention something only a man would think of. As you know I have plenty of money as my solicitor tells me and I am a woman. We know that the female gender is not of a proper mind to scheme as we are too worried about looking pretty.”

Mike chuckled and sat rather closely next to her on the love seat. “You forget that I am American and not English. I know women are a lot smarter and dastardly then the society gives them credit for. Drop the act, Princess, I’m on to you.”

Ambrosia looked him in the eye and glared. “Fine so you found me out. How may I ask did you do it?”

“Just a matter of asking around in the most seedy of ton circles and a bit of matching. Have you heard of the Devil May Care Circle?”

She stiffened up at the name and looked away, for she was only too well acquainted with that lot. They were a group of rogues and ruffians of the worst kind that got their kicks out of a certain game they played every week. 

To gain a rank in the circle one would simply bring the best pick of the female population whether they are ton ladies or the lowliest of street misses. After a brief ceremony of sorts they would then proceed to shred the garments of the woman with a knife and while they held her down to the “sacrificial table” they would take turns raping her.

Not just in one specific whole. As Ambrosia learned, there are many ways to rape a woman. Her mouth twitched and a faint pang in her jab was reminder of that. After they were done, they would stuff money in the neither region of the woman and then shove her out of a moving carriage, which is how she came across her current butler Pig, he had saved her from more raping from sails at the dock she was dumped at.

Her poor body could only remember too well tricked by a member of the group and knocked out only to wake in that nightmare. She closed her eyes as the horrifying images washed over her, leaving her cold and unfeeling inside as if it had just happened a few minutes ago.

“I can tell by your silence that you do know them.” Mike whispered behind her.

In a stiff voice, she asked, “So you know the whole story do you?”

He was a bit uncomfortable at this question. “I don’t know the details, but I get the idea of what happened.”

She fisted her hands in her lap and abruptly turned back to him. Her gaze bore into his eyes. “Do you want to know? I assure you that when you hear all the juicy, horrid details, you would at least feel a bit of pity and gilt when you turn me into the authorities.”

“Then you are admitting to blackmailing certain members of the ton?” His eyebrows rose.

“Yes I admit to blackmailing people who hide behind the power of the ton. People who think that they could do anything they want and have anyone they want. It’s only what they deserve.”

“I guess there isn’t much else to do then.” 

Before Mike could get up from the love seat, Ambrosia put her hand on his far cheek and turned his face toward her. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the slumberous look in her eye and the cat like smile on her lovely lips.

“Surely there is something we can work out. Are they paying you so terribly much that I can’t make it worth your while to keep my secret?” She asked in a breathy voice.

“They are paying me very well. Enough to triple the size of money I have set aside for my dream ranch in Texas. You will believe me that the sum I had stashed already is a sizable one.”

Her delicate hand lightly rested on his right thigh. “How about I match their sum, I do have more then enough money, and offer you a ‘servos’.”

His eyes narrowed fractionally as he peered at her. “What did you have in mind?”

“If you have to ask then I must not be making my point plain enough.” Her hand on his muscled thigh inched its way up making Mike shiver in anticipation. She giggled breathily with barely a blush to her face, as her hand rested on his rapidly growing adore. 

“A Lady of your standing?” His breath caressed her lips as he leaned towards her.

“You and I both know that I am not known as a Lady and we both know that I am far from being a maid. What is that little name they call me?”

“Lady Wentwhore I do believe. I just thought you were a lady of misfortune labeled wrongly for what others have done to you.”

Ambrosia smiled at this in a devilishly manner. “Yes that was I at first, but to get the money for many businesses and the schools for the underprivileged and the shelters for the homeless mothers and children, one must turn their shame into their greatest asset. After the Devil May Care Circle took a go at me without my consent, I decided to take my ruined reputation and new predicament and become a mistress to where I was paid rather handsomely in money and jewels and it all went to business and my projects.” 

She kissed him then deeply and sweetly as her hand rubbed his crotch. He was so much under her sensuous spell that he forgot that he was trying to talk her out of a mistake. Instead, he kissed back with all he was worth and raised his hands to her confined breasts. 

When her horror of a deflowering happened, Ambrosia thought that she would never have any joy in the act of sex, not even when she was playing the regular paid whore. Now, as she kissed Mike, she realized how very wrong she was. If she wasn’t careful, she might lose something else more valuable then her senses. 

With a practiced hand, she undid his pants allowing his lengthy member freedom. She stroked him slowly up and down, marveling at how long and impressive he was. Then she found herself wondering what the rest of him looked like. 

Ambrosia left the love seat and went towards the open sitting room door. She closed it with a deafening click and turned back to Mike. With a purely seductive smile, she started at the buttons on the back of her gown.

He sat there staring at the erotic scene of her taking off her clothes and decided that one little protest was only polite. “You need not do this you know.” His eyes followed her undergarments down to the floor as he said this.

She walked towards him and kneeled before his length. Her graceful hands rose up to his shirt and started to undo the buttons. “Yes I do, I need to prove to you that what I can do for you would be worth looking the other way when it comes to my blackmail.”

His shirt was wide open and her eyes staid on his as she bent down and licked the head of his member. He nearly came off the seat with the jolt that one little act gave him.

“What are you waiting for Mike? Are my breasts not perky enough for you? Is my skin not smooth enough? Why don’t you touch me?” Her left hand squeezed first one breast then the other as her right caressed her slightly firm belly and stopped at the juncture of her thighs only hinting at what it might touch next.

He exploded off the love seat in an instant. She was driving him insane with her seductive blue eyes and her roaming hands. 

“Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep, Lady Wentworth.” He growled as he caressed her body with his and as his mouth feasted on her rip breasts.

“Call me Ambrosia!” She cried in ecstasy as her whole body bowed off the floor. 

He couldn’t wait; he was about to burst with his want of her. With a harsh look into her eyes, he slammed into her violently. He hated the way she drove him insane with wanting her. She made him want her in ways other then her body and this lady under him that he was using so relentlessly scared him to death. 

“Is this what you wanted, Ambrosia? Do you like me slamming into you, using you as if you were a common whore?” Mike panted into her ear.

She gasped with one particularly calculated thrust. “Yes I want you to use me like this! I only want to be your whore!” 

She screamed her orgasm, which surprised her more then anything. What was only a myth to her was now brutal reality and reveled in the feeling of it. Her eyes were wide open, not wanting to forget this moment that an American gave her such great pleasure. 

Mikes features looked as if he was in great pain and he shouted his end as a whole gush of his semen came rushing into her. He collapsed on her and she wrapped her arms around him, enjoying the feeling of his wait, and damp feeling of his essence dripping from her opening.

His breath was still harsh when he lifted up off her. With, what seemed like a great effort, he slipped to the side of her and pulled her face towards him.

“I treated you harshly, I’ve never acted like that before.” Came his whispered confession.

Ambrosia smiled taking this to be a great compliment. “I must admit that I’ve never really acted like that before. In fact I haven’t acted like myself ever since the first time you asked me to dance.”

“I fear that I’m forced to admit that there is something between us. Knowing what happened to you with those stupid pampered rogues in that so called circle, I can’t turn you in for your revenge. I will simply have to tell Lord Barrington that I cannot do the job he hired me for.”

He became confused at her sudden look of ghastly horror. She paled visibly and started to shake.

“What’s the matter?” Was his gentle whisper as he gathered her into his comforting embrace.

“He’s the leader of the Devil May Care Circle.” Came her terrified whisper. 

Blackmail Ch. 01-02



Mary looked at the 10 x 8 glossy prints as she waited for the phone to ring. It showed her in great detail leaning over the desk of Bob Levant, the financial director of Burtondales. Her blouse was open and her bra pulled up over her large exposed breasts, which at the time were been handled by Bob who was also clearly deeply embedded in her from the rear. 

The picture had arrived in the internal post that morning. With it was a letter stating that the picture and other copies would be distributed around the company if she did not follow the instructions that would be phoned to her later that day. She had immediately rang Bob and he came to her office. Like Mary, he too was horrified when he saw the picture. 

"Who the hell took this," he burst out when he looked at it. 

Mary shook her head. "How am I supposed to know that? It's taken in your office," she retorted. 

"If this gets out, were both for the chop. You know how BJ feels about relationships in the workplace." He tossed the print back on Mary's desk. 

"I wonder what he is going to ask for?" Mary said. "If it's blackmail, I can't afford to pay." 

Bob shrugged. "You'll have to let me know and we maybe can sort something out." 

For the rest of the day it had been hard for Mary to concentrate on her work, and she was glad when the majority of the staff left. She had been told to wait in the office for the call, and before she went, she had asked Fran, her secretary, to go and fetch her some food from the cafeteria. She nibbled on the sandwich looking constantly at the phone. It was 8pm when at last the phone rang. 

"Hello, Mary." It was a man's voice that she did not recognize. 

"I guess you got the picture; nice and clear, wasn't it? I've several others; maybe you would like to see them." 

"What do you want? I don't have much money." 

"It's not money I want, Mary. It's you I want." 

"Me?" Mary inquired. 

"Yes, you. You are a very attractive woman. I don't want a lot from you,just a few small requests. Do as I ask and soon it will be all over. But you must do exactly as I ask: one mistake, one refusal, and I will send the prints to BJ." 

"You wouldn't! I would be finished here if you did." 

"I know. That's why I said what I did. Just follow my instructions to the letter and everything will be okay. I'm sure that's what Bob will tell you to do because his job's on the line as well." 

Mary sat and thought for a moment. "Okay," she said at last, "what is it you want me to do?" 

"That's what I wanted to hear." The voice at the other end of the phone was lighter now. 

"Just one little instruction before we start. On your way home tonight, I want you to call in at Wal-Mart and get yourself a new mobile phone with a Blue Tooth earpiece. When I call tomorrow, I want you to give me the number, and in the future we will use that. Okay?" 

Mary told him that she understood. 

"Right. I'm glad we understand each other, Mary. Now for this evening's task-- it looks as though everyone has left your office." 

Mary suddenly looked around. Obviously, whoever it was on the phone could see her. 

"No, you can't see me," the voice said, "but I can see you very clearly, and I do like the blue suit. As always, you look very smart in that." Mary felt uncomfortable knowing that someone unseen was watching her. Was it a member of the staff? Was she being stalked? 

"What is it you want from me?" She spoke into the phone. 

"Not much, just a little fun," the voice said. "Tonight I just want to see you follow instructions. Now to start with, I want you to put the phone on speaker. You will need your hands free." 

Mary pressed the speaker button on the phone and replaced the receiver. Now the voice seemed louder. "You can still hear me, but I may not be able to hear you so well, so just nod or shake your head. Can you hear me clearly?" 

Mary nodded her head. 

"Very good," the voice said. "Now get up and walk towards the window." Mary did as requested. 

"That's very good. Keep that up and things will go along fine. Now move the small chair on your right and place it behind you." 

Again Mary did as requested, wondering where all this was leading. She stood in front of the chair looking out at the almost darkened windows of the office blocks. Across the courtyard, some lights were still on, and she could see cleaners working in some of the other offices. Was the voice out there watching her? Was he in one of the offices across the courtyard? 

"Right, Mary. We'll get started. First of all, I want you to remove all your clothes." 

She didn't move. She just stood looking at the darkened window. 

"Did you hear me? I said remove all your clothes!" 

She nodded nervously, but still didn't move. 

"Now, Mary, don't spoil things before we even get started. I have the pictures here. All I have to do is post them, and you and Bob—well, neither of you might not be able to get another job without a reference." 

Mary knew it was hopeless. She either had to follow his instructions or take the consequences, and she didn't want to lose her job. She guessed Bob would feel the same. So she knew she had to submit herself to some perverted stranger's warped desires. She felt almost traumatized as she moved her hands up and began unbuttoning her jacket. She slipped it off and laid it over the back of the chair. She did the same with her blouse, and then slipped out of her skirt. It felt strange standing in front of the window of her office in just her underwear. She didn't know who might be out there watching. There were hundreds of windows; any number of people could be out there. She shuddered at the thought. 

"Very nice," the voice from the speaker phone said. "Victoria's Secret?"

Mary nodded. She now felt ashamed and humiliated. 

"Right. Let's get down to the interesting bit. Although your undie's are very pretty, you will now have to take them off as well." 

Mary stared at the darkened window. She could see her reflection in it, standing there in just her brief underwear and her hold ups. She noted that some more of the lights had gone off across the court yard and there was now no sign of the cleaners, but still she knew anyone could be out there watching. 

Reluctantly she moved her hands up to the clasp of her bra. She flicked it undone, and then peeled off the bra. She felt her nipples stiffen as the coolness of the air conditioning hit them. She dropped the bra on top of her other discarded clothes, and then she hooked her fingers in the waist band of her briefs and slowly slid them over her hips. She stooped to retrieve them as they fell down around her ankles. She stood up and saw again her reflection in the darkened glass. Her naked body stared back at her. 

"You have a wonderful body," the voice said. It was lower this time. "I have seen it before, but not in such detail. Bob obstructed the view last time, and you didn't remove all your clothes. I like you better completely naked." 

Mary shivered slightly and she felt her nipples harden. Her body was reacting; the pervert was having an effect on her. She couldn't believe it. 

"Turn around slowly for me." The voice broke her out of her trance. 

Again she did as instructed, and finished facing the window again. 

"Delightful! We are going to have fun, you and me. Now sit down on the chair." 

Mary sat down. The leather of the seat was cool on her bare flesh. She shivered again and sat there waiting. What was going to happen next?" 

"Right, Mary. Now I want you to lean back on the chair and open your legs wide. I want to be able to see every detail of what lies between them." Now she really felt mortified. Just how far was he taking this? Hadn't he done enough making her strip naked in front of God knows how many pairs of eyes that might be out there? But again, reluctantly, she complied with his wishes. 

"Nice pussy. I'm pleased to see you keep it neatly trimmed; don't like to see them hidden." 

She sat there with her legs wide apart staring at her reflection. 

"Now for the exciting bit, Mary," the voice spoke again. "I want you to make yourself cum for me, and I want the real thing--no faking; just use your fingers." 

She couldn't believe what he was asking her to do--play with herself in front of the window. She was about to scream. "No, I won't." But then she thought of the consequences. She knew she would have to comply. 

Her hands moved down between her legs. She eased the pussy lips apart and was not surprised to feel them wet. She slid one finger into the warm wet interior and moved it slowly around. Her thumb located the hard nub of her clit and pressed it gently making herself groan. Then while slipping another finger inside, she proceeded to finger fuck herself, rotating her clit with her thumb while her fingers slid in and out of her wet pussy. 

Although she was feeling a little worked up by what she had been asked to do, she wondered if she could actually bring herself off under the circumstances, but it was not too long before she felt her body responding. She closed her eyes; it was bad enough doing it with out watching herself. She felt the pleasure welling up inside her. She was hot and horny with the exertion, and then she came, groaning and gasping deep breaths. She slumped back in the chair breathing heavily; the speaker phone was now silent. 

A few moments went by. "You did that very well." The voice now seemed a little strained. "You can dress when you are ready. Don't forget what I said about the Blue Tooth. I will call you tomorrow." There was a click as the caller replaced the receiver and she heard the sound of the dialing tone. 

Mary eased herself up off the chair. The red leather was wet with her juices. She would have to clean that before she left. She picked up her discarded clothes and made her way to the ladies wash room where she cleaned herself up before redressing. She returned to the office, cleaned the chair, and straightened things before she left. She drove home reflecting on what she had done. How far were things going to have to go? What more was there in store for her? She followed his instructions and called at Wall-mart, buying a phone with Blue Tooth. 

The helpful guy even set it up for her ready to use. Back at home, she had a restless night and was still tired when she woke. After a shower and breakfast, she made her way back to the office. 

Around ten her phone rang. Was it her caller? She was relieved when she discovered it was Bob. "Can I come over and see you? I think we need to talk." 

"I'm free at the moment." 

"I'll be there in five." 

Minutes later there was a knock on the door and Bob came in. He had a large brown envelope in his hands. 

"I guess he rang last night?" Bob said. 

Mary nodded. 

"He's not after money is he?" 

She shook her head. "No, not at the moment." She wondered if should she tell him what went on. 

He placed the envelope in front of her. Mary opened it and slid out a series of 10 x 8 prints. She gasped. They showed her undressing. They were crystal clear and showed every detail. When she got to the last one, she began to feel faint. "My God, how could he?" she exclaimed. 

Bob shook his head. "I'm glad for our sake you went along with him although it must have been awful for you to do those things." 

Mary looked at him. "What more could I do?" 

"I don't know," said Bob, shaking his head. "Is he calling again?" 

Mary nodded. "He said he'd call later today." 

"I know it's not very nice for you, but you will just have to humor him. Hopefully he will soon tire of his little game." 

Mary was unsure and Bob did not sound too hopeful. 

"If there is anything I can do to help, you know you only have to call."

She nodded. 

"Keep me informed." He smiled at her as he left the office. 

It was mid afternoon before she received the call she was dreading. "You have the mobile?" the voice said. She told him she had and gave him the number 

"It was fun last night, wasn't it?" 

She did not reply. 

"Did Bob like the pictures? The details were very good." 

She still didn't reply. 

"Hope you are not sulking. I want you to enjoy your little adventure with me." 

"Okay," Mary said at last, "let's get it over with. What do you want now?" 

"Nothing at the moment, dear girl, but be in the Botanical Gardens by the Peter Pan statue at eight tonight and I will contact you. Bye for now, Mary." And with that, the phone went dead. 

She checked 1741 but found the call had come from a public phone box. She shrugged. Guess we will have to see what tonight brings, she thought to herself. 

Well thats Part 1 and I hope you found it interesting, poor Mary isint she in a mess, but you dont have to wait because as a special treat. I have included Part 2 as well. so enjoy. 

Blackmail Part 2 

The rest of the day passed slowly for Mary. She found it hard to concentrate on her work. She kept looking at the window where her tormentor had made her strip and perform. 

Looking across the courtyard to where the other blocks of offices faced hers, she wondered if he were still somewhere in there watching her. She had worked out from the direction the photographs were taken that he was certainly located somewhere opposite. 

It was a last 5pm and time to leave. There seemed no point in going home only to come out again. Maybe she should eat out and then a stroll around the shops; anything to get her mind away from what lies ahead. By the time she made it to the car park to pick up her car, she was feeling a little more relaxed. She had drunk a half bottle of wine with her meal. 

The sun had just gone down and the sky was just beginning to darken as she pulled into the car park at the Botanical Gardens. A few cars were still parked there. Was his car one of them she wondered? She locked up the car, slipped the Blue tooth earpiece into place, and made her way into the Gardens. 

As she made her way towards the rose garden where the Peter Pan statue was located, she only passed three people: a young couple walking slowly arm in arm staring into each others eyes and an elderly man walking a large Golden Labrador which came ambling toward her and sniffed at her held out hand. 

The dog's owner smiled. "He's a devil for a pretty face." He grinned as he walked past. 

The rose garden was deserted, and in the warm evening the sweet smell of the roses filled the air. Mary glanced at her watch. It was just before eight. She walked towards the bronze statue. Was he close by watching her she wondered? She shivered slightly. She jumped as the earpiece came to life ringing in her ear. She pressed it on. 

"Good evening, Mary. Glad to see you are on time." 

She didn't answer, but looked around her. There were plenty of places where someone could hide themselves; he could be anywhere. 

"I enjoyed our little game last night. I hope you got something out of it as well." 

She still didn't reply, just wanting him to get on with it. 

"Tonight I thought we would take things a little further--nothing too serious--so I want you to undress." 

Mary looked around, startled. "What? Here?" she exclaimed. "Anybody could come." 

When he replied, she could tell he was amused. "That's all part of the fun. Now just do as you are told." 

It had been bad enough undressing in the privacy of her own office, but this was different; this was in an open public place where anyone could walk by. 

"I'm sorry. I really can't, not here." She spoke quietly into the ear piece. 

"Don't be difficult, Mary. You know what I said about any refusal and I will have no option but to forward the pictures. And don't forget I have others now. What would BJ and the other board members think of your little display last night?" 

Mary knew there was no point in arguing. She was in a bind and getting deeper into it every day. Resignedly she looked around, and with trembling fingers, began to unbutton her jacket. When she had removed it, she held it in her hand wondering what to do with it. 

"Just hang it on Peter," the voice in her ear said. 

She hooked the jacket on Peter's outstretched bronze hand. Then she began to unbutton her blouse, still looking around her expecting to see someone appear at any moment. With the blouse off, she unclipped her skirt and eased it down over her hips. She scooped it off the ground and placed it with her other things. 

Now she was feeling very vulnerable standing there in just her brief underwear. She looked around. "I really can't go any further, not here." She spoke quickly into the mouth piece. 

"You really don't have an option, Mary. I know you are not shy." 

"No, I'm not, but what if someone comes?" 

"They'll get a very pleasant surprise. Now be a good girl and take the rest of your clothes off. The longer you delay things, the more chance there is of your being discovered." 

She realized that he was right of course. She would have to go through with it in the end so what was the point in delaying things. With another glance around, she unclipped her bra and slipped out of it. Her briefs followed and now she was naked and terrified in a public garden. 

"There, I told you it wasn't hard. And by the way, you look beautiful standing naked amongst all those roses." 

Now that she was naked, Mary felt a little strange. Yes, she was terrified that someone would walk into the rose garden and discover her, but strangely she also felt a little excited. It was like the first time, many years ago now, while she was at college; Spring break, it was. After a rowdy drinking party, Mary, along with several others, had gone down to the lake and skinny dipped. She still remembered how she felt after undressing completely in the presence of others and running into the water. It had excited her watching all those naked bodies around her, and had added to the pleasure when later that night the hunky Ralph Goodwin had taken her in the back seat of his car. 

But now she was older. That happened ten years ago. But standing naked and being watched brought it all back to her. Instinctively she moved her hand down to her pussy lips. Yes, they were slightly moist. She couldn't believe she was actually responding to this pervert. 

"A little wet already?" 

The voice in her ear made her jump. Guiltily she removed her hand. 

"Right. How about a little stroll? Just walk over towards the gate." 

Now she was feeling more than a little scared having to move away from her clothes. Standing by the statue she could have grabbed them if someone had suddenly appeared, but if she walked away from them, there was no chance. She looked towards the gate. It was only fifty yards or so. Maybe it would be alright. She had not seen anyone since seeing the three people when she first came in. 

She began to walk towards the gate. The further she moved away from her clothes, the more vulnerable she felt. She moved quickly at first, but he told her to take her time. As she walked, she felt her large unrestrained breasts sway with the movement of her body. At last she reached the gate. Now she was shaking, and she knew she was getting wetter. Why was her body responding like this? He kept her waiting by the gate until he gave her his next command. 

"We are nearly done for tonight, Mary. You have done very well so far. All I want you to do now is walk through the gate and around the outside of the wall till you reach the other gate. Then you can retrieve your clothes." 

Mary glanced through the gate. Still no one was in sight, but it was quite open out there and she could hear voices in the distance. Hesitantly she pushed open the gate and stepped out. Keeping close to the wall, she began to make her way around. Suddenly, the Golden Labrador she had seen earlier appeared, wagging its tail. It moved towards her. She began to panic. Its owner would be close by. She dived for the shelter of some bushes: the dog followed. In the bushes she was at least shielded from view. The dog sniffed at her, its wet nose rubbing against her bare leg; she patted its head. 




Blackmail Ch. 01-02



"Goldie, where are you? Come here, boy," a voice called out. 

The dog turned and looked in the direction of the voice. Mary pushed it gently; it did not seem to want to leave her. Through the shelter of the leaves, she saw a figure approaching. What was she to do now? What if he came in for the dog and found her? How was she going to explain things? 

"Goldie, come here, boy," the voice commanded again. 

This time the dog responded with a last lick of her leg. To Mary's relief it turned and bounded out of the bushes. She saw its owner greet it, patting its head as he secured its lead to its collar. "Let's go home, boy. There's nothing in there for you." 

Mary sighed with relief. 

"That was a close call," the soft voice in her ear said. 

She waited. The dog and its owner had disappeared, and then she continued her walk around to the other gate. She made it back to her clothes without any further events. 

"You can get dressed again now, Mary, but don't put on your undie's. Just leave them as a present for Peter Pan." 

Thankfully, she quickly slipped back into her clothes, but left her bra and panties dangling from Peter's hands. Then with a quick look back at the fluttering flimsies, she made her way back to the car park. It felt a little strange not wearing any underwear. Soon she was back in the car. She closed the door and slumped back in the seat in relief. 

Around her it was now almost dark. She felt secure again. She sensed again the wetness between her thighs. She took a tissue from her glove box, and easing up her skirt, she wiped between her legs. She was wetter than she thought and needed a second tissue. She felt pleasure from the feeling of her fingers on her pussy and could not resist easing her legs apart and sliding two fingers inside her warm wet hole. 

This whole thing was beginning to get to her. She shouldn't be enjoying this ordeal, but she knew deep down she was. She lay back in the seat and enjoyed the pleasure of her fingers as they quickly brought her to a much needed orgasm. She lay back, her skirt still up around her hips, her fingers still inside her feeling her juices slowly seep out. Suddenly she jumped as a bright light lit up the car for an instant. She fumbled with her skirt, pushing it down and trying to open the car door at the same time. By the time she got out, the car park was empty. Suddenly realization struck her--it had been a camera flash. He must have been close by all the time. She got back in the car and slowly pulled out of the car park. Her earpiece buzzed; she clicked it on. 

"Glad to see you, too, were getting pleasure from our little game. I'll send you a copy of the print tomorrow." 

"You bastard," she exclaimed. 

"Now, now, that's not a nice way to treat a friend. I might take offence and think up something really bad for tomorrow." The phone clicked off. 

The following morning the brown envelope arrived with her post. She recognized the writing. She opened it and pulled out the pictures. The first ones were taken in the rose garden, and even she had to admit that they were good. In fact, it gave her a slight thrill to see herself displayed like that, naked among the roses. 

It was the last one that shocked her, the one taken in the car. Her skirt was up around her hips, her fingers pushed deep into her pussy. The expression on her face was a picture of pleasure, and it must have been just at the moment of her orgasm. She stared at it and then thrust it into the shredder and watched as it disappeared. She slipped the others back into the envelope. That was when she saw the note. She pulled it out and read it. 

'Hope you liked the pics. I'm sure Bob will want one of those taken in the garden. I love the one in the car. You really were enjoying yourself, weren't you? Tonight I want you to make your way to the lorry (truck) park at Durrel's industrial estate; that's the one by the motorway. I have thought up something that I think you will enjoy. Be there by eight o'clock and don't forget the Blue Tooth. Oh, and by the way, it might be better if you were to wear a dress.' 

Later that morning Bob called in and asked her if she had heard anything more from the blackmailer. She passed him the envelope. 

"My God, he made you do this?" he gasped as he looked at the pictures. Then he smiled, "You have to admit, you do look attractive." 

Mary glared at him "It's alright for you. It isn't you he's targeting. I nearly got caught out there without a stitch on when a bloody dog came sniffing around." 

Bob smiled again. "Well, look on the good side. At least we both still have our jobs, and it's you who I have to thank for that. I will make it up to you. Just go along with him for now." 

The thought of another evening taking orders from the blackmailer did not seem to affect her today as much as it had over the last two nights. She opened her desk drawer and looked at the pictures again. I wonder what he has in store for me tonight, she thought to herself. She felt an interesting ache deep in her stomach. She pressed her hand against her pussy. What was this man doing to her? 

The request for a dress wasn't too much of a problem for her. She kept a few changes of clothes in the office just in case she needed to change for a night out. She looked at the two dresses in the cupboard, a small chic black number and a flowered button through. The black seemed a little too dressy so she decided on the flowered one. 

The industrial estate seemed deserted as she drove down towards the lorry park. A few lights were on, but nobody seemed to be working. Even the transport café in the lorry park was closed. A few lorries were parked up, some with their curtains drawn, the drivers obviously getting an early night readying themselves for an early start in the morning. A few meters away over a hedge, lorries and cars passed noisily up and down the busy motorway. 

She parked at the far side of the park away from the lorries. She glanced at her watch; it was seven fifty five. She felt a twinge of anxiety. Precisely on eight the earpiece buzzed. She tapped it and it was the voice she was now beginning to recognize. 

"Good evening, Mary. I hope you are well." 

She acknowledged him but did not say anything more. 

"Are we ready for a little fun tonight? I have decided to push you a little further each time we meet. I want to find your limit, but I do not want to rush things because I'm quite enjoying myself. I like having an attractive young woman like you obeying my every wish." 

She felt like telling to get on with whatever he intended for her to do.

"Just to the left of the transport café," the voice in her ears said, "you will find steps leading to a foot bridge. It goes up over the motorway; it joins the two parts of the estate together," he explained. Get out of your car, stand beside it, and remove all your clothes." 

She was getting used to this request. She pushed open the door and stepped out. She looked around wondering where he could be. She knew from experience he was somewhere near, most likely with his camera poised. She left the car door open, and after removing her jacket, she placed it in the car. 

"Glad you found a dress. That one's ideal." 

She shook her head. He must be somewhere close by to notice all the details, but where? She continued to undress, and finally was standing naked beside her car and feeling more than a little self conscious. 

"As beautiful as ever," the voice said. "Okay, now I want you to put your dress back on: nothing else, just your dress." 

Thankfully she slipped back into her dress. 

"Now walk towards the café and find the foot bridge." Again she followed his instructions and found herself at the bottom of the steps. "Now I want you to make your way up onto the foot bridge and walk towards the center." 

Mary slowly climbed the steps. As she climbed higher, she saw over the edge on the motorway the vehicles flashing by in all the six lanes. She walked slowly towards the center. As she did so, she could feel the rush of air as some of the larger lorries passed under her. When she reached the center, she paused and waited for further instructions. When the earpiece buzzed again, she could hardly hear it because of the roar of the traffic passing under her. 

"I want you to face the motorway and slowly unfasten your dress." 

Mary stood for a moment not really believing what she had heard. So that was what he was going to make her do: strip where she could be seen by others. She looked around and shrugged. Apart from the traffic on the motorway, there was no one else around to see her so it wasn't so bad. 

She slowly began to unfasten the dress starting at the top and working her way down. With the buttons all undone, she held it together with her hand. 

"Don't do that." The voice sounded in her ear. She reluctantly let go of the dress and the wind blew it open, displaying her naked body. She was fifteen feet or so above the passing traffic, but she knew anyone looking up would have a clear view of her. There was a blare of a motor horn, and for a brief moment she saw the smiling face of a lorry driver. He gave her the thumbs up as he passed under her. 

Now more motorists were seeing her. Lights flashed and horns honked. Mary had mixed emotions. Again she was feeling the excitement of displaying herself naked to unknown strangers as she had on that lakeside years ago, but it was mixed with the worry of someone catching her. The motorists on the road below were not a problem, but what if someone should walk across the bridge? 

"Take the dress off all together now and leave it on the floor." 

Mary shrugged the dress off her shoulders. Now she had nothing to protect her, and she felt very vulnerable. 

"Walk slowly along the bridge and than back," the voice in her ears said. 

Again she followed instructions. She found she had lost some of her initial nervousness. It was an interesting sensation being naked out here in the open. Her tormenter had picked an ideal spot for her first public display-- somewhere where she could be seen, but where she was inaccessible to the people who saw her. Strangely, she was now even feeling more daring and waved back at the passing motorists and drivers. When she got back to where she had left her dress, she stopped and waited. 

"You did very well, Mary. I think you are beginning to enjoy this as much as I am. Okay, pick up your dress and go back to your car." 

She picked up the dress and was just about to slip into it. 

"I didn't tell you to put it on, only to pick it up. Now make your way back to the car." 

She carried the dress in her hand as she descended the steps and began the short walk across the car park. She looked a little nervously at the parked lorries wondering if there were someone in them maybe watching her, and she was thankful when she reached her car. She slipped into the car still naked as he hadn't told her otherwise, but she now felt a little more secure, 

"Are you feeling horny again after your little display?" the voice in her ear asked her. "Is your pussy nice and wet? I bet you would like to dip your fingers in, but I guess you are a little worried after last night, worried that I might be lurking close by to take another picture of you." 

Mary sat there listening to the voice. Yes, she was feeling horny. Who wouldn't after displaying themselves like that, and she knew she was wet, but he was right. After last night she dare not touch herself. She would have to wait till she was in the privacy of her own home. 

"You can make your way home now, but you can't get dressed. Drive home as you are, and don't forget I might be watching you." 

Luckily for Mary it was getting dark. She tried to lower herself down in the seat to make herself less obvious, and kept out of the way of large vehicles whose drivers would have been able to look down into her car. The road where she lived was quiet as she pulled up outside her house, but many of the other houses showed lights. She glanced in the rear view mirror. A car with just side lights on was parked further up the road. Maybe this was him still checking on her. 

She searched for her key, and with it clutched tightly in her hand, she scooped up her clothes, and with a quick glance around, she made a dash for her door. Once inside, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was all over for another day. But deep down she knew he was probably at this moment making plans for her. 



Blackmail Ch. 01



My name is Richard. I met my wife Emily when I was 15 years old. My parents were killed in an auto accident and I moved to this small farming community in the mid-west to live with my aunt and uncle. It was so rural that the town consisted of a small market, a gas station and a mom and pop restaurant where all the kids seemed to hang out after school.

Emily lived down the road from my aunt and uncle. We were the first stop for the school bus each morning and the last stop each afternoon. On my first day of school, Emily ignored my big city attitude befriended me and took responsibility to show me around. She was a very pretty little girl two years my junior.

As I got used to my new life, Emily and I became best of friends. She was a flat chested shy little girl that seemed to understand what I was going thru and did her best to help me fit in. After a while I took her for granted, but she seemed to always be there when I just needed someone to talk to.

In such a small town, everyone knew everyone and when I started dating; Emily seemed to know all about my girlfriends. I never really noticed that she was being left behind. It wasn't until I graduated high school that I realized how much of my life revolved around Emily. As she was starting her junior year, I got a job working as a construction laborer. With a few dollars in my pocket and an old truck as my set of wheels, I felt like I was finally in control of my life. 

It was not unusual for me to drive the 40 miles into the big town down the road for the Friday night drinking and weekend parties. Invariably, I would find myself walking thru the long country roads with Emily at my side, trying to get over my latest girlfriend.

It wasn't until Emily graduated from high school that I really saw her as a woman. She had grown up before my eyes and one day as we were swimming in the local lake on a hot summer day, I realized what a beautiful woman Emily had become. She had long blond hair and piercing blue eyes. Even in her conservative one piece bathing suit, I realized that Emily had an incredible body.

It took me another month or so, dealing with me new feelings for her that I was finally able to ask her out. When I asked her if she would like to join me on a Friday night excursion into town, Emily just laughed and asked me if I was asking her out on a date. After two days of her teasing me about a formal date, she finally agreed after warning me that she didn't drink.

It turned out to be the best evening of my life, as I took Emily to the best restaurant in town and an evening of dancing at the local bar. Our drinking consisted of ice tea and our conversation just seemed to flow. I was surprised to find that it was four o'clock Saturday morning when I finally dropped her at her front door.

On our third date I finally got up the nerve to kiss her good night. We dated for almost a year before we spent our first night together. Every time I tried to get beyond a kiss, Emily had put a stop to my advances. On our first night together after weeks of planning, we got a cheap motel and after a nice diner out, we checked into our room. Emily teasingly told me to get ready as she headed to the small bathroom with her overnight case. After almost an hour of waiting, Emily came slowly out of the bathroom dressed only in a light blue see through negligee. With the light behind her, I just sat on the bed and looked at her. She was absolutely ravishing with her hair brushed out and her lips and makeup done to perfection. As she stepped toward me, I saw for the first time her perfectly pair shaped breasts with dark brown areoles the size of a quarter. They were so soft and yet firm. I saw her hour glass figure and her little tuft of blond hair above her pussy.

Both of us knew that Emily was a virgin but neither of us realized how much Emily really understood about not only her body, but mine. As she came into my arms we turned a mild kiss into a night of wild sex. I started by removing her breasts from their flimsy binding and I used my mouth to suck her nipples until she was moaning in pleasure. As I worked my way down her soft body I spent long periods of time touching and caressing her tummy and her long shapely legs. By the time my fingers worked their way between her legs, Emily was drenched. I watched her face and her obvious state of bliss as I worked first one and then two fingers past her swollen lips and penetrated her womanhood for the first time.

Somewhere along the way, Emily had removed my clothes and by the time I lined my hard cock with her love canal, she spread her legs as far as they would go, looked at me and said be gentle. I stared mesmerized into her incredibly blue eyes and watched her facial expressions as I slowly pushed my member into her as she got past the discomfort and lost her cherry. Within minutes, I was pounding into her pussy as hard and as deep as I possibly could and Emily just couldn't get enough. Her first orgasm had her screaming my name and digging her nails into my back. By the time I dumped my first hot load into her, Emily had cum half a dozen times, and they were all different. It was like she was trying to make up for lost time or trying to show me that she was better than the other girls I had dated.

We spent the entire night cuddling and talking as we would fall asleep. We took turns waking each other up and making love over and over again until the first light of morning started coming thru the window. Sharing Emily's body was as perfect as any experience I had ever had. Three months later we were married.

Emily got a job in accounting working for a large manufacturing company two hours away. It was not too difficult for me to find work nearby and we got a small apartment together. Life was really good and as Emily climbed the corporate ladder, I got my contractor's license and started getting small jobs working for myself.

We were just living one day at a time learning all the little intimate things that brought us closer and closer. Emily was on the pill as we both wanted to postpone having a family until we had a home of our own.

It wasn't until about two years later that things started to change. Emily had worked her way into contract management. She had regular raises, an office and a secretary of her own and regular bonuses that always seemed to come at the right time in terms of our finances.

I was getting enough work to get by, but never really landing the big job that would set me up as a player.

Emily liked her job, but had a number of issues with her immediate boss. Because she was advancing, she decided she could put up with Roger. He was always hitting on the woman but seemed to pay special attention to Emily when it came to dirty comments or taking every opportunity to be in close quarters with my wife.

Then one day out of the blue, Emily got a call from one of the big bosses at corporate. He seemed very reserved or even secretive when he asked Emily to meet him outside the office. Thinking it was business related, Emily had no problem meeting Tom at a local restaurant after work. It was very awkward as they met and ordered diner, but then Tom came right to the point. He told Emily that he had reviewed her personnel files at length and that he was taking a big chance by coming to her with this problem. 

He went on to say it appears that Roger has been using corporate funds to support his personal lifestyle. Corporate was looking for someone close to the situation that could be trusted and that was capable of finding out exactly how Roger was embezzling corporate funds.

He did tell Emily that it would be risky checking up on her boss but that she would be well taken care of if she was willing to assist him.

Emily quickly agreed to help and was set up with special computer access and document signing authority. Without telling even her secretary, Emily spent a lot of time tracking Rogers's activities. Roger seemed to sense the change and got really nasty with Emily She knew that he was probably smart enough to know that something had changed but she had committed to helping the company in finding out exactly what he was up to and once Emily committed to something, she was determined to see it through. 

After months of putting up with Roger, she found nothing to implicate her boss. Then one day it was announced that Tom was leaving the company, leaving Emily in a strange position because Tom was the only contact she knew at corporate. She postponed her efforts to tie Roger to misdeeds thinking that someone from corporate would be contacting her.

It was about that time that Emily found out that Rogers brothers were my biggest competitors in the construction world. All of a sudden I couldn't get any work and I had to let my crew go. It seemed that every time I put in a good bid, one of Roger's brothers would get the contract by a few hundred dollars less than my price. I wanted to give up and go back to working for someone else, but no one wanted to hire me.

It was tight but we were getting by on what Emily was making.

When no one contacted Emily from corporate, Emily decided to make amends with Roger, but every time she got the chance to excel on an assignment, something would go wrong and she would end up looking badly.

I was finally able to find a job, but on my second day, I was involved in an accident when a truck lost a large ladder and it crushed my right leg against a wall. I was rushed to the hospital with a broken leg and came home in crutches.

The very next day, Emily was called into Rogers's office where he told her that her signature and computer ID had been appearing on some classified company documents. Not knowing what to say Emily just sat there turning red with anger as Roger said things are going to be different around here. Emily just asked what that meant and Roger suggested that Emily might want to be a little more cooperative when he asked her for favors.

At this point Emily was furious and said I will have no part of your games. I will quit and find work elsewhere and my husband will be glad that I don't have to put up with the likes of you any longer. Roger pushed the intercom and asked for security to deal with an employee. Before he even hung up, two burly members of security were standing at the door.

Roger looked at me and said that I could either do as he asked or he would turn me over to the police for embezzlement. He suggested that maybe the loss of my husband's business and his little accident yesterday were more than just coincidence

Knowing our financial situation and wondering how Roger would know about my husband, I decided to reconsider my options and meekly asked Roger what it was he wanted from me. Roger suggested that he would give me until tomorrow morning to come to terms with my fate and that all he was asking me to do was to get off my miss perfect attitude and agree to do special favors as he requested so that he could advance his career..

I left his office in tears wondering what had happened. As I headed home, to my surprise, I got a call on my cell from someone identifying himself as Tom. It sounded like the same person that had met me only a few months earlier so I blurted out that Roger had found out and that I was now being accused of stealing. Tom simply laughed and suggested I be more careful with who I trusted as he hung up the phone. In tears, I began to realize that somehow Roger had set me up. I didn't know how he had done it or how he could tie me to anything illegal but in light of what was happening in my life, I wasn't going to cross him until I figured out how this had happened.

By the time I got home, I was able to pull myself together and hide the emotions that were ravaging thru me so as to keep my husband from finding out and doing something stupid. That night I lay awake trying to come up with a plan that would clear me of this mess. I could think of nothing that made sense and so I meekly headed for work in the morning determined to find a way out of my predicament.

I wasn't at my desk for more than 5 minutes when my secretary buzzed me to tell me that Roger wanted to see me in his office. I held back the tears as I walked slowly down the hall and into Rogers open office. Sitting behind his desk, he suggested that I close the door behind me. At that point with Roger looking me up and down like a piece of meat, he asked if I had come to any decisions on his offer. To anyone listening, nothing he said would mean anything. To me I knew exactly what he was asking. Not seeing any alternatives, I asked him what it was he was expecting of me. This only seemed to make him angry as he said as a matter of fact, Emily I asked you a question. What I choose for you is none of your business. He picked up the phone and asked if security would be needed to escort me from the building or if I would cooperate. 

All I could do was start to cry as I said OK, you win. Please don't call the police. I was beside myself with anger and I wanted so much to run out the door but I just stood there as Roger said that's a good girl, now lock my door and let me see how willing you can pretend to be.

I reached over and locked his door and then asked him what he meant by me being willing. Roger simply said, remove your blouse and make me believe that you want me to approve of what you are going to show me.

I reached down and slowly unbuttoned my blouse as the tears began to flow. When I had undone the last button, I pulled the blouse from my skirt and just stood there with my bra as the only thing covering my chest. Roger said "now was that so hard" as he came around to sit on the front corner of his desk. Now stop the tears, smile for me and remove the blouse. I reluctantly let the blouse slip from my shoulders and I smiled at Roger as I let it fall to the floor. Roger was a big man at what I guessed to be 6'4 and 230 pounds. Even without his threats, he had the ability to make any woman uncomfortable and in this case he had something over me.

Roger just said very nicely, now loose the bra. As I reached behind to undo the clasp, I tried real hard to smile as I wanted this to be over with. I held the cups in place as I removed the straps over my arms. No one but my husband had ever seen my breasts exposed and I was at a loss as to how to prevent Roger from making me expose myself. I slowly dropped my hands to my sides and let my bra fall to the floor.

The first thing I noticed was a big grin on Rogers face as he devoured my breasts with his eyes. I could not do anything to stop him as he pinched my nipples and suggested that I must be enjoying this because my nipples were standing like two hard little posts. I almost screamed from the pain as Roger pinched my nipples in what appeared to be an attempt to tear them from my breasts. I did my best to stifle my screams as Roger tormented my stiff little nipples and twisted my tits mercilessly.

Just as I thought I would pass out, Roger removed his hands from my tits and reached up under my skirt with his right hand. He quickly discovered that my panties were soaking wet from my juices as he ran his finger over the crotch of my panties. Feeling like he was in charge he boldly bragged that he now could do anything he chose to my perfect little body and that I had to make him believe I was enjoying it or suffer the consequences. I couldn't bring myself to think about what that meant.

Just as I started to protest, he guided my mouth to his and made me open my lips as his tongue played with mine. I could taste the repulsive taste of tobacco on his breath and I struggled not to gag.

With no warning at all he released me without touching more than my panties between my legs and suggested I get dressed. I hurried to comply as he just smiled and said I want to enjoy every part of you. Roger said there would be no more demands today, but tomorrow he expected me in his office at precisely 8 o'clock willing to fulfill another fantasy. When I asked him what made him so sure I would allow him to do this to me, he removed a camera from his desk and asked if I would like to see his little film before he sent it to my husband. I left as quickly as I could and spent the day in complete despair as I contemplated my fate.

When I got home, I quickly made excuses about not feeling well and headed off to bed. By morning I looked in the mirror and saw what missing two days of sleep was already doing to me. The only thing I could be thankful for was that this was Friday and I wouldn't have to see Roger for two days. If only I could manage to get through today.

As instructed, I was in Roger's office at exactly 8 o'clock. Without being asked, I closed his door behind me and locked it. With a big smile of triumph, Roger stood in front of me and this time I stood there obediently as he removed my blouse and bra for me. It was almost like he was telling me that he already owned that part of my body. I meekly admitted to myself that he probably did. When he was done, he reached inside the waistband of my skirt and ran his fingers under my panties as he played with the little patch of hair above my pussy.

Roger then stood back and said he was sorry he didn't have any music for me but that he wanted me to smile for his camera and get naked for him. He reminded me that there would be consequences if I didn't look like I was enjoying myself.

Not knowing what else to do, I started swaying my hips and licking my lips with my tongue as I undid the clasp and lowered the zipper of my skirt. Letting it fall to the floor with my other garments, I slowly pulled my panties down my legs, removing my last little bit of modesty for this man that I didn't even like. When I was done, Roger told me to spread my legs and show him some pink.

I used my fingers to spread myself open and when I looked up at his smug expression he told me to sit on the floor and spread my legs. I slowly did as my tormentor requested and I sat motionless on the floor with my fingers spreading my pussy lips wide open as Roger sat next to me and started playing with the skin covering my clit. Not believing that I was letting Roger do this to me and yet knowing that the pervert was probably recording my degradation to use against me, I just let him insert one and then two fingers into my vagina as I sat there with my legs spread and my own fingers holding me open while my juices started flowing from my vagina.

As with my still sore nipples Roger was not about to be gentle. Only this time as he finger fucked me, my body betrayed me and I came almost instantly. Roger whispered in my ear that it would be nice if I asked him for more. Not being able to stop him, I started Cumming again. This time I heard myself saying over and over to my tormentor, harder Roger, faster, fuck me deeper. I had totally lost control and actually wanted Roger to use me as it felt so good in spite of what I knew was so wrong.

This time in the middle of my third orgasm, Roger abruptly removed his two fingers from my gaping hole and told me to get out.

With my own juices running down my legs, I got dressed as quickly as I could and left. When I returned to my office from the ladies room looking a bit disheveled, I looked in horror at what was laying on the middle of my desk for anyone to see. It was a tape labeled Emily's tits, and the card said that I should make plans to be free on Saturday night as I would be getting picked up outside my office at 9PM.

In complete terror, I called home to tell Richard that I was being asked to work on Saturday and that I might be late. I figured that at least not having him to worry about would be one less thing to go wrong. I then found a tape player and looked in horror as I watched myself seemingly seducing my boss only to finally hear him tell me that I had to go.




Blackmail Ch. 01



Not knowing how I could explain going to work so late on a Saturday, it was easier to pretend to leave for the office late on Saturday morning. I spent the rest of the day wondering how many tapes Roger was making and what he would demand of me tonight. The day dragged on but 9 o'clock seemed to come quickly. I was standing beside my car at exactly 9 when Roger and a friend pulled up in front of the building. I hurried to their car in case anyone was watching and climbed in the back seat.

As we drove out of the parking lot, I asked Roger where he was taking me. He just smiled and said it was amateur night at the club. Not knowing what that meant, I was still surprised when Roger pulled into the parking lot of a gentleman's club. Roger and his friend got me out of the car and as we walked toward the building Roger told me that I was entered into tonight's amateur dance contest and that if I didn't win, he and his friend Ted were going to use me in a threesome. Before I had time to decide which was worse, Ted chimed in by saying that a threesome could last a while so hubby shouldn't be expecting me home for a few days.

I was terrified as we entered the club. We were seated right in front and I watched this beautiful Asian girl as she stripped and exposed herself to this room full of men. She stood about 5'2" and had waist length black hair. Her body was tiny but perfectly proportioned. She ended her third song by sitting on the stage and pulling her nether lips apart to show this crowd of men her pink little pussy. Shortly after the next act started, a big black man came up to Roger and asked if this was the young lady that would be joining them tonight. All I knew was he was looking right at me. After a few words with Roger, he took me by the hand and introduced himself as Al. He suggested I join the other contestants in the dressing room and find something more appropriate for dancing.

When I got to the dressing room two girls quickly undressed me and left me standing in front of a full length mirror stark naked holding a skimpy little skirt, thong panties and a tube top that would hide nothing. How I had gotten into this was almost unimportant, getting out of this without having to service Roger and his friend was all that mattered, although I somehow knew deep inside, that sooner or later Roger would put his cock in my cunt and there would be nothing I could do to stop him I had to win this contest in the hope that Roger would live up to his promise at least for tonight.

As it turned out, there were 5 girls including me entered in amateur night. I was chosen to be the fourth dancer and I watched as each of the other girls took their turn on stage. The first girl was a perky little red head and like two of the other dancers she appeared to have done this before. By the time the third dancer, a heavy set brunette with very large tits, completed her dance; the guys were getting pretty rowdy. 

All of a sudden the music stopped and I realized it was my turn. Not knowing exactly what I was doing, I climbed up the three steps to the stage and just stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. The music started and I just stood there. The crowd started booing and I realized that I had to do something, so I started moving my hips to the music.

Part way thru the first song I reached up and lifted my tube top slowly over my head. To the cheers of the room full of men, I slowly exposed my chest to them. I could only hope that no one in the crowd would recognize me as I continued with my slow striptease.

With all the bright lights shining on my half naked body, I started the second song by teasing the crowd and lifting my tiny little skirt to reveal my thong covered pussy. As the crowd started throwing dollar bills on the stage, I slowly removed the skirt. They wasted no time in starting to chant "pussy" "pussy". Caught up in the moment and determined to control my own fate by winning this contest, I slowly lowered my thong down my legs and stepped out of it as I tossed it onto my pile of garments.

Now totally naked in front of dozens of men who were there for only one reason, I spread my legs and started playing with my pussy for their enjoyment. With my unbridled tits bouncing to the rhythm I could see Roger and his friend totally enjoying my situation and I could hear the calls of some of the men and what they were going to do to me. I just stayed focused and tried to put on the best show I knew how, not knowing who the judges of my fate were.

After what seemed an eternity the music stopped and I quickly left the stage, never bothering to stop and pick up the money that had been thrown on stage. I found a place in the dressing room to sit but instead of putting on the clothes I had worn to the club, I just sat there and trembled.

The last contestant finished her dance and the 5 contestants were asked to come up on stage. Not even thinking about it, I walked stark naked to the front of the stage where the other 4 contestants fully dressed, if you could call those skimpy little outfits dressed, lined up with me for the audience to vote. We were each asked to step forward one at a time as the crowd applauded. 

When it was my turn, it became obvious to everyone that the naked blond was the clear winner. All I could do was stare at Roger as if to say I was back in control. Someone handed me a check for $500 which Roger quickly took from me as I picked up my clothes and went to sit between Roger and his friend.

As the professional dancers took over, Roger and Ted just sat there drinking and ignoring me as I put my clothes back on. When I was done Roger looked at me and I had the feeling that he was actually asking, if I wanted to earn a little extra money and give some of the men a private show. Almost as if I was trying to get his approval I told him I was tired and asked if we could do that another time. To my surprise he agreed and said lets go.

On the car ride home, Roger suggested that it would be nice if I wasn't wearing any under ware when I met him Monday morning in his office at the usual time.

It was just after midnight when Roger pulled up in front of the office to let me out. Good to his word, he didn't make any more demands as I kissed him sensually on the lips, turned and got in my car. 

Not knowing what to tell Richard when I got home, I was relieved to see that he had taken his pain pills and was fast asleep.

Sunday seemed to disappear and the alarm was going off on Monday morning when I remembered that I still had a large problem to deal with. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion as I dressed and got ready for another day. I barely had time for a cup of coffee and a few e-mails when I realized it was time to face Roger again. I walked slowly into his office, closed and locked the door and waited patiently as he finished his phone call.

He seemed pleasant enough when he looked up at me and asked if I had a good weekend. I suggested that Sunday was good and that Saturday hadn't been as bad as I expected. Thinking I had pleased him, I was taken back when Roger asked me if I was ready for my punishment. I almost started to cry as I asked him what I had done wrong. 

He gave me the same spiel about how he had to be able to trust me and that including obeying every command. He asked me if I remembered him telling me how to dress and all of a sudden it hit me. He asked again if I was ready for my punishment and I meekly said I had forgotten about his request for me not to ware under ware.

That is not good enough he said. Remove your bra and come stand in front of me. I need to remind you that bad things will happen when you dis obey me. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra as I walked around to where Roger was sitting. He said get on your knees and lift your left tit with your left hand. As I did as he instructed Roger reached into his desk and pulled out a strap that must have been 2 feet long with some kind of metal clip on each end.

Before I understood what was happening, Roger raised his toy above his head and brought it down across my left breast. I screamed in pain as I looked at the nasty welt already appearing across my soft skin. As he raised it again he asked if I had learned my lesson. I pleaded with him to stop but the metal clip dug into my flesh as he struck my tit again. This time I was bleeding as he smiled at his handiwork and again asked if I had learned my lesson. Still pleading for him not to hurt me, I managed to tell him that it wouldn't happen again.

He calmly told me that he would take my word for it but that I still had to pay for my mistake. He told me to let go of my left tit and present my right tit to him in the same manner. Knowing what was going to happen, I offered up my right tit for his abuse. I flinched and screamed in pain as he used his strap on my now throbbing right breast. He succeeded in drawing blood with the first swing. After my screaming stopped, he had me reposition my hand to offer him my right nipple. Holding myself from the center under my breast, I was able to meet his demand and he immediately raised his weapon and brought it down so that the metal clip tore the end of my breast and my nipple as it landed on the three inch tip of my now bloody tit.

I dropped my hold and rolled on the carpet in agony as Roger stood over me and smiled. Looking up at him and realizing that my chest was bleeding freely, I tried to stop the damage with a tissue that Roger handed me. Thinking that I was done with my punishment Roger gave me a minute to stop hurting before reminding me that I was still wearing panties. I just started begging for him to forgive me and to stop hurting me. I said Roger I will do whatever you want me to do if you please forgive me. He just smiled and said, Emily, you are going to do anything I ask you to anyway so remove your panties now.

Horrified that he was going to tear my pussy open with his weapon, I meekly complied and lay there on the carpet stark naked.

Roger spread my legs, and to my amazement found my pussy dripping wet. He took a 6 inch dildo out of his drawer and shoved it into my pussy. After testing the remote devise that sent the toy vibrating inside me, he had me stand up and bend over the chair in front of me. Almost grateful that he wasn't going to use his strap on my genitals, I held my breath and waited for my first lashing. I looked behind to see Roger getting his arm in position to strike my soft flesh and I couldn't keep quite. In my best little girl voice I said Roger, you are so big and strong and I am just a little girl. Why do you need to hurt me more than you already have? I thought I had a chance as he stopped to tell me that it was my punishment and I just had to endure the pain. 

I tried another approach and I said would you please remove the metal clip from your strap. If you must, you can double the amount of times you whip me but the metal clip will do a lot more damage. Roger smugly asked, how do you know how many times I was going to strike your soft little butt checks and how would you know if I doubled the amount with or without the clips. I just started begging and said that I am willing to trust you.

Roger continued with the fact that I was a bad girl and that could never happen because he had to know I would obey him. I pleaded and asked if you want to humiliate and control me, then in place of the metal clips, I will not argue with how many buttons you leave open on my blouse when you dress me. 

This seemed to get Rogers attention as it got real quiet and I turned to see him removing the metal clips from his whip. I cringed as he raised his arm and brought the whip down across the soft skin of my exposed ass. I cried in pain each time he struck me but I never said another word. After 10 horrible welt raising lashes across my ass, I couldn't move.

Instead of ordering me out, this time Roger put my undergarments in his desk drawer and then came to help me get dressed. I held up one leg at a time as he pulled my skirt up my legs and over my hips. He then pulled my blouse over my arms and tucked it into my skirt before buttoning two of the five buttons up the front of my chest.

With instructions not to remove the vibrator, he sent me on my way. It was a little awkward walking with the vibrator in my pussy and my skirt rubbing my sore ass, but as I got to the large mirror in the ladies room, I realized that most of my chest, including a lot of the welts from my punishment would be impossible to hide. I did the best I could with my hair and makeup and got to my desk a little after nine. I was determined not to leave my desk that day and I also made a note to bring some kind of ointment for future punishments.

My secretary took one look at me and asked what was wrong. I had all I could do to keep from crying and I started to tell her that I fell on the stairs when to my surprise Roger turned on the vibrator stuck in my pussy.

I just closed my door and stood there dealing with the massive orgasm that started to overwhelm me. Roger left me in this state for half an hour until he mercifully and abruptly turned it off in mid orgasm. All I could do was wipe the sweat from my body and wonder how I would get thru the day. As I tried to regain my composure I realized that sooner or later Richard would see that I was not the same and even if I could hide my body from him long enough for the nasty welts to heal, sooner or later Roger was going to present me with a situation that would be obvious to my husband.

As it was, I was unable to sit from the lashing my butt had endured and even my soft blouse was irritating the cuts on my breasts. What did this man want from me and how would I ever remove myself from his perverted control. I was thinking long and hard about just going to the police and taking my chances when my receptionist buzzed to tell me that John from manufacturing was here for my eleven o'clock appointment.

I asked her to give me a minute as I straightened my blouse to try and hide my bruises. I didn't dare take the chance of Roger finding out that I had disobeyed him so I left all three top buttons open and almost my entire chest exposed.

John walked in and immediately said Emily you look radiant today. I like the change and I love your sexy new blouse. A week ago, I would have thrown John out of my office for that but I said thank you what can I help you with. John laid out three documents in front of me; all signed by me and asked what I thought I was doing transferring the money for the new machines into my own personal account. 

I knew immediately that he was somehow in this with Roger and they were just giving me a warning. All I could say was that I would look into it as John said, that is not good enough. He got up and locked my door just as the vibrator in my pussy came to life. I tried my best to conceal what was happening between my legs, but John just smiled and told me that if I didn't remove my blouse he was going to have to go to management with his paperwork. 

I complied meekly as I lost control and came in a massive orgasm from the vibrator buried in my cunt. After what seemed like an eternity, I came down from my latest vibrator induced pleasure trip to find myself sitting across from John topless. I looked at him and with the little courage I could muster; I asked what is it you want from me.

I just wanted to test your commitment and be sure you are ready when Roger needs you. As he looked at the marks on my chest, he got up and told me to be careful not to cross Roger again because next time would be worse. He continued by saying, Emily I think you have magnificent tits and I can't wait to get you alone. He left and I hurried to close the door.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful and gave me a lot of time to worry about how I would hide this from Richard or if Roger and his friends would even allow me to. By the time I got home, Richard had already taken his pain medication and would not have noticed if the house fell on him.

I was grateful for the time it bought me but afraid of what they would do to my husband if I slipped up again. I lay awake all night trying to come to terms with some part of this.

To be continued:



Blackmail Ch. 02



Lady Ambrosia Wentworth wrung her glove-covered hands in a pure sign of nervousness. Michael Flanagan left her town house after another vigorous bout of lovemaking and gave her no indication of if he was going to turn her in or not. He simply said, "Trust me" and that was that.

She purred low in her throat as she gloried in those moments of intense lovemaking. Mike had one of the best bodies she had ever seen. Not that she had much of a basis to compare for she was raped and was a mistress, but they never really bothered to take off their clothes. 

His torso was beautifully formed along with the lower half of him. There was sparse hair on his chest which was how she liked it and hard everywhere. She sighed at the memory of how gentle he was and started feeling the tell tale feeling of desire curling through her. After he had left her pleasantly rumpled in her bed with a last kiss good bye, she knew that she loved him.

Bringing her thoughts back to the present, she looked around the brightly lit ballroom and swayed gently to the music. The big scandal that went around about her died out long ago, but the memory was still there. The Lord of Wentworth had married her out of duty to her family. He was a dear friend and believed what had happened to her so to restore her reputation somewhat, he had married her. The man was too old to perform in the bed and was always sick, but he was happy to have her company anyway.

He died a year after their marriage and event though she was cut from all ball lists, his untimely death moved the ton to pity so that they put her name back on all the lists to comfort her in her grief. It was at her first ball in two years that she was propositioned from one of the richest men in London and formed her plan to turn it around for the working class and helped inspire her blackmail plan. 

As she was enjoying the music and her impending success, Lord Matthew came up to her. Ambrosia's back stiffened a bit as he took her gloved hand and kissed it.

"Lady Wentworth, it has been so long." He gave an ugly grin.

Her smile was faked as she remembered when they had last seen each other. It was in the bedroom of the rented flat he had kept for their trysts. He had been in the big four-poster bed; his huge fat body was barely covered in the red satin sheets. While she dressed from the bout of groping he called sex, she informed him that it was the last time and that she was severing her ties with him. 

His pathetic whines and begging followed her out the door of the town house, as did he in nothing but the red sheets. He was still offering her all the riches in the world when her carriage pulled away from the curb and off to her house.

Ambrosia yanked her hand from his chubby fingers. "I don't think it had been all that long ago, Lord Matthew. It's only been a few months." "Dance with me. Give me a chance to win you back to my bed, lovely."

Unfortunately, she couldn't say no and he lead her out onto the dance floor.

In the library, Mike laid down his notes on the investigation. Of course some of them were doctored leaving out Ambrosia's name and any traces of her. He looked into the green eyes of Lord Barrington who was sitting in the ornately carved chair behind the mahogany desk.

"This is everything that I've done and collected from the investigation so far. As you can see, I've hit dead ends in every lead I had. This guy who's blackmailing you has covered his tracks very well." 

Lord Barrington looked down at the stack of papers and started ruffling through them. Mike could barely believe everything that Ambrosia had told him about the man sitting before him. He had a young face for one as old as he was with blond hair slicked back. His eyes were green and trusting to top it off he was tall and lanky. 

She said that he was the leader of the Devil May Care Circle and also his sexual tastes, which were bondage and not the pleasurable kind for the woman. From what she said, he was known to deform women with his sexual games and sometimes even killed them. His favorite thing was to strangle the bound woman as he climaxed.

So of course he had a hard time picturing this boyish type of man to do all the things he was accused of. That is until he walked into the library. On the couch by the fire was a naked woman, blindfolded, gagged, and bound in such a way that the rope between her legs would tighten slightly when she moved. By the way she moved she was enjoying the sensation because she had climaxed twice judging by her muffled cries.

Barrington had said he let the women enjoy themselves in this fashion so that they learn to favor being bound. Then after a while, he would use the whip on them to excite himself. Which is where he trailed off leaving an evil grin on his face.

While Mike didn't object to bondage in the least, he didn't much care for it himself. He also thought it was fine as long as the women weren't hurt and enjoyed themselves. 

There had been the feeling to leave ever since he stepped in the room. Unfortunately he couldn't yet. So he looked away from the poor woman on the couch to Barrington who was in turn staring at him and giving a knowing grin.

"She looks good tied up doesn't she? I think I was inspired tonight for my knots and placement has never been so precise. Some consider it an art."

"Don't care for it personally." Mike was starting to feel uncomfortable and found it hard to look into the man's eyes.

Barrington looked down at the papers and then said, "Are you sure there's nothing else you can do. My friends and I would rather not pay this scoundrel any more money. Of course he states it is to be his last request, but how are we to trust him?"

"I honestly don't know what to tell you, my lord." Mike stated as Barrington stood and went towards the fire.

He slid his hand over the supple curved breast of the woman. She paused in her movements to moan in pleasure. He chuckled and pulled on the bit of rope on her stomach, which made her squeal in delight as she went into another orgasm.

"Women make wonderful toys don't you think?" Barrington said as he faced the fire and let the woman resume her own pleasures. "They were put on this earth so that we may enjoy life all the more. So we could play with them and when they broke, then there would be more. Men were not made that way, to be toys."

He turned around and faced Mike. The light of the fire cast him in an evil glow and his eyes grew hideous with anger. With stiff movements, he picked up the whip that was lying next to the couch and struck the woman with it. She screamed in pain.

"I feel like this blackmailer's toy. He makes us do as he pleases, making us give him money and to put money towards certain charities. This I do not like at all." Then he raised the whip. "I-WANT-HIM-DEAD!!!" As he said each word, he cracked the whip and hit the woman in different spots. She was now sobbing uncontrollably as red welts appeared.

"I'm sorry, Lord Barrington. He is doing something unjust to you and your friends, but I am at a dead end in this investigation." Mike took up a quill and paper. "This is the number of a good investigator here in London. He was my mentor."

One second Lord Barrington was in a fit of rage and the next he was smiling pleasantly as if nothing happened. "Well if you did give it your all then I thank you for your time. I will ask my solicitor to transfer a fourth of the sum I offered for your efforts."

"Thank you, my Lord." Mike bowed and then left the room.

Lord Barrington's hand gripped the whip tightly and brought a vicious crack down on the woman, which drew blood. Flanagan knew who the blackmailer was and he was obviously protecting the man.

As Ambrosia danced with Lord Matthew, her discuss with him deepened. For the better part of the waltz he was pleading with her to resume their intimate relations. So far he offered double what he gave her in money, more jewels then the Queen herself, an estate in the country, and horses because he herd somewhere that she loved to ride. 

"May I cut in?" Came a male voice.

She perked up at the sound of it and looked, for the first time they started to dance, towards Lord Matthew. Her relief was great when she saw Mike towering above the short pudgy man.

With great reluctance and one last longing look at Ambrosia, Lord Matthew finally let Mike take over. They started the new waltz and she almost could swear that she glowed with the joy of being in his arms again. He subtly pulled her closer to where they were scandalously close together. 

She really could care less since she had been living with scandal for the better part of her adult life. As the dance went on, she was becoming a bit uncomfortable. His body rubbing up against hers was driving her wild and she felt like striping right there on the dance floor and attacking him. Apparently he felt the same way because he waltzed her towards the veranda doors. 

When they reached the outside, he then took her hand and led her deep into the beautiful garden. There hidden among the bushes and trees was a bench, well out of site and ear shot of the party going on inside the house. 

Mike drew her body towards his and he lowered his head. Their kiss was passionate, showing the hunger that grew within them both over the few days they were away from each other. With reluctance he pulled himself away.

"Lord knows I can't keep my hands off you a second longer, but I must tell you that I dropped the case and didn't mention you at all. Also I gave him the address of a friend of mine to take up where I left off. He should keep Barrington off of our trail long enough for us to be on the first ship to America."

He stopped as if uncertain. "That is if you would like to go with me to America."

Tears swam in Ambrosia's eyes. "Yes I would go with you. I was going to go to Spain for my blackmail retirement, but America will do just as well as long as I'm with you."

Mike breathed a great sigh of relief. "Good because the next and last thing I'm going to tell you is that I love you."

She threw herself on him and knocked them both back so that he sat on the bench with a thump. "I love you too! Now undo your pants." Hurriedly, she lifted her multitude of skirts and straddled Mike, then resumed kissing him. They slowed down a bit, savoring the kiss. His hand went to her ample breasts and he tugged her bodes down so that they spilled out into his hands. 

Ambrosia was rocking back and forth brushing against his throbbing manhood that was still sealed in his pants. She plowed her hands into his hair and then slowly caressed downward to his neck, his arms, and his ribs. Only her skirts stopped her and she started to burrow under them to get to the fastenings of his pants. 

Finally he sprang free in all his glory, caressing her inner thigh. He broke the kiss and started to feast on her soft breasts as she positioned him to her opening. She then teased him by rubbing the folds of her sex back and forth over the head of his penis. Mike groaned in agony as her juices coated him. 

He couldn't take anymore, with a move of desperation; he grabbed her hips and pulled down as he thrust up. Ambrosia bit his shoulder and screamed as he filled her all the way. Never for the rest of her life could she get over the feeling of him inside her. 

It felt right and always left her shaking. He guided her up and down on him. She caught on quick and took over the pace, which left him free to caress her bottom underneath her skirts. 

Her pace was slow and sedate, when Mike wanted to slam into her over and over again. He looked into her eyes and saw and evil twinkle in them. His hands squeezed her bottom and she gave a little squeal. With a practiced move, he laid her down on the bench and was over her, without braking contact.

"I'll teach you to play with me. You'll be screaming my name when I'm done with you." 

Then he started to piston in and out of her with such force that Ambrosia had to anchor herself or get pushed off the bench. She groaned and bit her lip making sure not to scream or else bring the whole party to whiteness their passion. 

It was starting to become hard to keep herself in control of her sounds. She brought her face to his neck and gently nipped him before burring her mouth in the crook between his shoulder and neck and gave a muffled scream of his name over and over again. 

He groaned his release and collapsed on top of her. Their breathing was harsh in the mildly warm night. 

Mike savored this night for it was cementing their vows of love. He smiled warmly as he pictured their wild love making later that night when he asked her to marry him. He was getting hard just thinking about it.

Ambrosia squirmed beneath him. She brought her hands to his hips and locked him to her. He lifted his head with a questioning look.

Her smile was bright. "I'm just savoring the feel of you getting hard within me."

He chuckled and took her hands away. She looked heart broken when he disengaged from her and gave her a soft kiss on her nose.

"You know I'd love to do this again, but I want to leave so that we have all night to make love. Besides I was harsh again and you might have bruises on your back from this stone bench."

"I don't mind the stone bench or the bruises at all." She sat up as he stood and wrapped her hand around his arousal before he could do up his pants. "You will be suffering much more then I with my bruises." Her hand started to pump up and down.

He groaned. "Don't. I want us to go back to my place. Better yet your place, it's closer."

"How about I relieve you first?" Ambrosia never liked this part, but with Mike, she wanted to do it.

He pulled her back by her shoulders and kissed her passionately. While she was dazed, he hurried up and did his pants.

"Later, love, I'll let you suck it all you want." 

Mike helped her get set right with her clothes and appearance and propelled her through the ballroom, to the front door, and out to the street. He left her on the front step to get the carriage pulled round.

When he got back, she was gone.



Blackmail Ch. 02



With Richard still asleep I was able to dress for work as Roger requested. I didn't put on any panties and probably couldn't have worn a bra over my damaged breasts if I had wanted to. The blouse I put on had six buttons up the front and I was very careful to leave my breasts exposed identical to what Roger had required of me on Monday. I knew sooner or later my new attire would be noticed by everyone but I couldn't worry about that now. To be on the safe side, I inserted Rogers's toy into my vagina. I had to rub my slit with it to get it wet enough to push it past my clit.

I walked into Rogers's office promptly at 8. He looked up and said good morning Emily are you ready to meet my friend Johnson today. Not having a clue who he was talking about I closed and locked his door and said I would like that.

Knowing what Roger had expected of me the last 2 visits, I promptly started unbuttoning my blouse. Before I could remove my skirt he had me stand in front of him as he smiled and said you have such a beautiful rack. He then undid the clasp and zipper as I stepped out of my skirt and he said to me I am not sure yet wither I want you to shave the little blond tuft above your clit but I will let you know. As he ran his fingers thru my blond pubic hair he turned on the vibrator and watched with a big smile on his face as I fought the pleasure he was sending thru my pussy. I quickly succumbed and held myself up by wrapping my arms around Rogers's neck as he induced me to yet another dildo induced orgasm.

I was just starting to catch my breath when he asked if there was anything I wanted. I naively told him I want to meet your friend Johnson. Knowing what I had just asked and knowing I had no idea who Johnson was he said I am glad to hear that. So far the pleasure has been all yours. Johnson would like it if you reciprocated this morning as he pulled down his fly.

Realizing what I had just asked for I decided it was kind of inevitable that giving Roger a blow job would be on his list of demands sooner or later. I reached for his trousers, undid his belt and got on my knees as I removed his cock from his under ware. I looked up at his face and said you have a big boy here, I don't know if I can handle all of you but I am going to try my best to please you. Hoping to make him believe I wanted to do this for him, I tickled the underside of his balls with my fingertips as I used my other hand to lift the head of his monster to my lips.

After kissing and licking up and down his hardening cock, I took the ugly purple head into my mouth and continued my dissent into his depravity by sucking in about eight inches of Rogers manhood. Looking up to be sure he was enjoying what I was doing he said in almost a whisper that I not only have a magic tongue but my blue eyes looking up at him made it even hotter. 

I realized there were still too many inches of cock on the wrong side of my lips and wondered how I could get it all into my throat. It was by far the biggest dick I had ever seen and I thought of how even with Richard, blow jobs were not enjoyable for me. I felt the large head of his prick against the back of my throat. Just as I started to gag, Roger held the back of my head and pushed his groin forward. His cock had only one place to go, and I couldn't stop it if I had wanted to. Once it passed through my gag reflex, I seemed to adjust. Roger started using my throat as his own personal fuck hole with no regard for my comfort. He started pounding in and out as hard as he could. I tried to look up at his face just as he looked down turned on the vibrator and told me not to spill any.

I had swallowed Richards load once, and disliked it so much that I had sworn I would never swallow again. Somehow that choice had been removed and as my own vibrator induced orgasm took over, Roger shot his load deep into my throat. I sucked greedily and in spite of the horrible salty taste actually forced myself to swallow spurt after spurt of Rogers cum.

When he was done with me, he turned off the vibrator and told me to get out. I wanted to ask him why he needed to treat me so mean but I kept my mouth shut and got dressed. After letting him adjust my blouse and fondle my swollen tits, I headed for the ladies room to clean up. Half way down the hall Roger started playing with the remote by turning it on and off. I had all I could do to keep my hands from reaching for my pussy and use just my pussy muscles to keep it from falling out.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful and except for a few unwanted comments about my tits. I actually managed to get some work done for the first time in days. My poor receptionist had to know something was going on but she never said anything. Just before quitting time she buzzed to tell me that Roger wanted to see me before I went home. I just shook with anger. So far, I had endured his 8 every morning abuse, but for the most part he had left me alone for the rest of the day. I didn't have any idea how I could endure him twice a day.

Most of the office had cleared out when just before six and with no other excuses to delay Roger I stepped into his office and closed and locked his door. He stood up and said that this morning was the best blow job I ever had, get on your knees and let's do it again.

This time as I finished, he removed the vibrator by reaching under my skirt and fingering it out. You were a good girl today so you can have the night off. I will put this back in place in the morning. I also wanted you to know that you have a date Friday night at 7 o'clock and I expect it will keep you up all night. I will give you the details later in the week, but I just thought it would be easier for you if you encourage Richard to accept today's job offer out on the west coast.

I looked at Roger and said with tears running down my face, I will do whatever you want me to do but please don't take Richard from me. Roger just smiled and said it would be easier for both of us if hubby was out of the way for a while.

I was devastated but without letting them hurt Richard I certainly couldn't tell my husband what had happened to me and I had to admit that Richard's pain pills were giving me the ability to hide my behavior from him.

By the time I got home, I had put on a bra and buttoned my blouse. Richard was sitting at the kitchen table when I walked in and said I don't know what is going on with you this past week but I have been offered a position in California by a reputable company and I am going to take it. I would like it if you gave notice and went with me but I have a feeling that it would be best if you dealt with your issues first.

I will be leaving Friday afternoon.

Dumfounded by the turn of events and knowing that I was probably watching the love of my life walk out on me, I tried my best to assure my husband that I loved him but that I couldn't join him at least for a while.

With my marriage falling apart, I headed for work Wednesday morning and walked down the hall to the man that had the power to destroy me, my husband and my marriage. After closing and locking his door, I proceeded with my morning assignment that had grown from letting Roger play with my tits, to letting him finger my pussy and now giving him my third blow job in 24 hours.

Devastated by the loss of my husband and falling apart from my life in disarray, I put a smile on my face and serviced Rogers's huge dick without any fight left. He had clearly broken me in just one short week. When was he going to let me go if ever.

After finishing with the best blow job I knew how to give, Roger handed me the dildo and told me to get out. Once I inserted it into my Vagina I waited obediently for Roger to test it, I proceeded to put on my clothes and stand in front of Roger as he fondled my healing nipples and adjusted the buttons on my blouse.

The only change in my morning appointment with Roger on Thursday and Friday was that on Friday when I got back to my desk, there was another video on my desk labeled Emily-blow job and a note that said I was supposed to meet a man named Fred at 7 o'clock. Directions to the hotel were included. I was instructed to wear conservative evening ware including under ware and to be in the lobby waiting at 7 sharp. Fred would know how to recognize me. I was being expected to treat this as a date and to be sure he seduced me without letting him know that I was doing this as a whore.

That word whore hit me really hard, realizing that I was becoming one. I also wondered what Fred would be like and what would happen to me if someone other than Fred picked me up. I decided I couldn't concern myself with all those things and that I would just try to be the best lay that Fred had ever experienced. I locked my door and played the tape during the afternoon. It had been edited in spots, but it showed me willingly undressing and telling Roger that I wanted to suck his cock. I just hoped that Roger was not sharing these videos with anyone else or that Richard would never see them.

Not wanting to upset Roger and with Richard gone, I worked until six on Friday evening and then with my overnight bag in the car, got to the hotel early and changed out of my slut clothes and removed the vibrator. I fixed my makeup and my hair, put my bag back in the car and got to the lobby about 15 minutes early. Just as I sat down to await my date, my cell phone rang. I was startled to hear Roger's voice and I immediately thought I had done something wrong. Instead he said Emily, I am sure I am going to be proud of you. Something else just came up and I need you to come to my house in the morning as I have another assignment for my slut. He gave me the address and hung up.

I couldn't even think about tomorrow if I was going to be at my best tonight. As seven o'clock approached two young guys tried to get my attention but I was quick to get rid of them as I showed them my wedding ring. In a panic, I realized that the wedding ring had to go. Just as I put it in my little purse, a graying well groomed man in his early fifties came up and said hi, I'm Fred. I gave him my biggest smile hoping he hadn't seen the ring and said it's a pleasure to meet you I'm Emily. 

He asked if I would like to order drinks here in the lounge or we could head for the restaurant if I was hungry. Never having consumed alcohol but thinking that it might help my nerves, I told him that he was the guest and that either was OK with me. He sat and ordered wine for both of us as we started to get to know each other. The wine tasted better than I expected and Fred was good company. After discussing the financial end of his possible order being placed with our firm he looked at me and said I am pleasantly surprised. I asked him why and he said I have to confess that I have been in this position many times. It is not uncommon to have my business suppliers set me up with pardon the expression hookers and sluts to get my business. I am pleasantly surprised that Roger described you perfectly and you are a well-rounded member of his team that appears interested in providing the information I need to make my decisions. 

I thanked him for the compliment and wondered how I was ever going to seduce my new friend based on what he had just told me. Another round had my head spinning as we headed for the hotel restaurant. We ordered steaks with all the trimmings and were really getting along superbly. It was after nine o'clock and I realized Fred had never said or done anything to let me believe he was going to share his bed with me. I started to worry as I knew at any time Fred could just excuse himself for the evening. To push things along, while Fred was telling me about his wife and four kids, I reached across the table and started gently massaging his hand.

I knew that if I went back to Roger without bedding this client, my punishment would be severe. I also knew that my advances could quickly end the evening so this was kind of the moment of truth. Fred smiled at me and half joking said that it would be nice if I moved over next to him.

With a huge sigh of relief, I willingly moved right next to Fred and without missing a beat in our conversation I pulled his hand into my lap. Sensing my willingness, Fred got up the nerve to start running his fingers up and down my leg. Knowing why I was here didn't stop me from enjoying his gentle caress. I was purring like a kitten when he touched my knee and started working his way up under my skirt.

Just before he reached my panties, he looked at me and said, I have never done this before but I would like it if you would join me in my room for a nightcap. Knowing what that meant and knowing that I was going to be fucked by only the second man ever I smiled at him and said I would like that.

He paid the bill and we held hands like two school kids as we headed for the elevator. When we got to the room he took off his jacket and hung it in the closet as he asked me if I needed to freshen up. I looked at him and as innocently as possible said that since I wasn't planning on this to happen, I am totally unprepared. 

With that said and with no desire to keep drinking, I moved in and gave Fred a sensual kiss on the lips. He may never have done this before but he knew exactly what he wanted as he reached between us and started massaging my breasts. As he started unbuttoning my blouse, I reached down and rubbed his growing erection through his trousers.

Removing my Bra, he then laid me in the center of the big bed and started kissing my breasts and sucking my nipples. Glad that the welts had all healed, I just lay there and let him have his way. Little by little I unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. I was pleasantly surprised at how fit my bed partner was and I turned him on his back as I used my tongue to play with his nipples while I worked my hand into his pants and played with his penis. He was not particularly large but he was not small either. He was hard as a rock.

He was gentle and considerate as we turned once again, this time with me on my back and my legs spread. He slowly climbed between my legs and pushed gently as his cock pushed its way deep into my cunt. Even with the quilt of cheating on my husband for the first time we both came in a hurry. After taking a short break, we continued using each other until about three in the morning when I fell asleep in his arms.

I was awakened to a happy man wearing nothing but a towel around his waist letting room service in with our breakfast. He tried to convince me that I didn't look tired and worn out as we devoured breakfast after our night of bliss together. When I was done eating I pushed the tray aside and slowly untied his towel. I smiled up at this man that was older than my father and I took his cock in my mouth until he was hard. I then pushed him back on the bed and lowered my wet cunt onto his proud member. Once again inside my pussy this stranger actually got me so turned on that I kept Cumming time and time again.

When he suggested that we shower together, I wrapped my arms around his neck and eagerly joined him in the giant stall as he touched and caressed me in all my intimate places while I tried my best to get him hard again.

Just after nine, he informed me that he had a plane to catch and asked if he could see me again. I got dressed left my number next to his wallet, kissed him again and left.

It wasn't until I got to my car that I remembered my date with Roger. I decided that the pleasant part of my weekend was probably over and though I didn't have time to go home for a change of clothes, I took my time finding a place to park where I could change back into my Friday work clothes sans under ware and be sure that I didn't do anything to trigger Roger's need to punish me.

Knowing that my relationship with Richard was probably over and at a minimum, would never be the same again. I still felt really good about my time in bed with Fred. He had used me in a way that I had never been used by Richard and I was feeling a lot of warm fuzzies deep inside my womb. I stopped for a large cup of coffee and didn't hurry to give up more of my day than I had to at Roger's behest. I spent most of the drive to Roger's wondering how I could have possibly enjoyed another man's cock inside me. What was happening to this once faithful wife.

Two hours later, I pulled into Roger's driveway. It appeared that no one was home. I didn't know anything about Roger but had always assumed that he was not married. I rang the bell and waited just to be sure I wasn't going to be punished for not showing up. Just when I was about to give up, Roger answered the massive front door wearing only his bathing suit. Standing in front of me in nothing but a bathing suit I realized what a massive man Roger was as he looked down at my tiny 5'1" frame and said wow, my dreams have come true. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen shows up at my front door on a Saturday with your husband out of town and your perfect tits hanging from your blouse. On top of that, you are willing to do anything I tell you to do.

Not wanting to do anything to make Roger mad I kept my thoughts to myself as I stepped into the large foyer, closed the front door behind me and proceeded to undress as seductively as possible.

Standing naked in front of the smiling giant of a man, I stepped forward and pushed my tiny little hand under the waist band of his swim suit and stroked his dick to hardness before pulling them down and getting on my knees on the hard tile floor for the required blow job.

This time took longer than when I serviced him in his office each morning as I teased his hard cock with my tongue and lips for a long time before taking his large member down my throat. In a sense I think I was thanking him for setting me up with Fred but the reality was that I had no way to stop Roger from doing what he wanted to me. Just as I could feel his sperm forcing its way toward his tiny opening, Roger stepped back and covered my face and my chest in his hot cum. Angry at myself for not following his previous instructions to never spill any I started using my fingers to lap up his seed as I tried to clean up his mess.

Roger just ignored my transgression stepped back and laughed. I was wondering what happened to you he said. Fred called me two hours ago to tell me we would be getting his business. He said you were an incredible woman and he wanted to do business with a firm like ours. This means a big promotion for me and probably a small bonus for you. Now go clean yourself up because we don't have much time for you to do what I need you to do.

I know you didn't have time to get a change of clothes for today so I picked up a few things for you. There is a bathing suit in the down stairs bathroom. Go get dressed and meet me in the kitchen in five minutes.

I found the bathroom, took a quick sponge bath and then found this skimpy little bikini that under different circumstances, I would never have considered. The tiny thong bottoms covered my clit, but left nothing to the imagination with every bulge clearly outlined. The material was so thin that it pulled up between my cheeks making me appear naked from the back. The top was the right size. It just didn't cover much more than my hard little nipples. It was obvious that Roger had dressed me for a purpose that I was as yet unaware of.

As I found my way to the kitchen Roger said Emily, you look great now come sit here while I fill you in on what I need. He went on to say I am entertaining three clients from a firm that could throw a lot of business my way. These things are not as easy as they might appear to arrange. They will be here just after five and I don't want to turn your body over to them until they have signed the deal so I have set up a little pool party to show them what I am offering as an incentive.




Blackmail Ch. 02



When I give you to them sometime next week, I want them to be getting a total slut for their gang bang but today I want you to flirt and be beautiful as an enticement. Do you think you can do that?

Do I have a choice or are you just being nice because you have to I asked? 

Beautiful and smart. That is what I like about you. You are right; you have no choice as to how I use your body. That brings me to a few other items that you need to know. 

First issue of business is that I lost a small wager with John from manufacturing. In about 10 minutes, you will need to go upstairs and play whore for him as the payoff for my poor judgment. I looked at Roger with daggers as I thought about what I had lost and how I had already slept with another man because of his demands. I just smiled and said is there anything else.

Well yeah there is another little thing. John doesn't like that little heart shape tussle of hair above your clit. I told him he could shave it off. I started to scream at Roger that all he had to do was ask and I would have shaved it. I didn't need some guy with a razor playing with my tender skin down there. 

As a matter of fact Roger said, so you are ok with that? Under my breath I just said "you bastard". Unfortunately for me Roger heard what I called him and he said for that transgression when John is done with you, you will remove the bathing suit and clean my house naked until my guests arrive. When I started to plead he said in addition I want the vibrator in your cunt so I can have some fun. Any more complaints.

This time I just said no sir.

There is one more thing I need to tell you before I turn you over to John. I sarcastically said "oh please enlighten me." Roger ignored my comment and said it will be better for me if you leave your wallet and ID with me. Tomorrow I will send you over to your apartment with some of my friends. I want you to move your personal things into my guest room. The rest of your stuff will go into storage. You will be calling in sick for work this week and if everything goes according to plan, you will be quitting your job Wednesday morning so that you can move in with me and focus on my needs. For all real purposes you will live here and be my wife. That ring that you removed from your finger just before Fred showed up has already been removed from your purse. You won't be needing it any more.

It sounded so final. With all that I had done, I fully expected to lose Richard but even that choice was now removed for me. I also realized that Roger was leaving nothing to chance. He had me followed and he was taking away any possible chance that I might find some way out of this.

Having already been stripped of my clothes, and my dignity, my home, my job, and my identity my choices were now being removed from me. In this day and age I didn't even imagine that it would be possible to make a young woman disappear. I just sat on the floor and let the tears happen. With tears still running down my face, I forced myself to stand and walk into the bathroom where I didn't bother to wash up, I simply took my wallet, cell phone and car keys out of my purse, returned to the kitchen and handed them to Roger as I said this is who I used to be. 

I then turned and headed up the stairs.

I found John sitting in the third quest room on the left sitting on the bed with a razor in his hand. I took him by the hand and led him to the bathroom at the end of the hall where I let him remove my bathing suit as I closed the toilet seat and sat with my legs spread as far apart as I could.

Knowing that I had already shaved for my appointment with Fred, I knew there wasn't even stubble to be removed from most of my crotch but I went thru the motions so that John could use one hand to tighten my skin and the other to shave me from my ass hole to the top of my clit. He did a lot of playing down there and was really enjoying my humiliation but there was no way that I was going to avoid this so I let him have his way as I thought to myself that this man had a sharp object to play with.

He was careful not to cut me and by the time he took the razor to my little heart shaped patch above my clit, having a stranger shaving my most intimate places left me a bit stimulated.

When he was done, I managed to get with the required optimism that I had been instructed to use and I wrapped my arms around John's neck and said take me to your bed lover.

As he placed me naked on the middle of his bed, John said, I am sorry it had to be this way. I have wanted this moment to happen from the moment I first met you. You have no idea what I have given up to get this time with you. You are beautiful and for the moment you are mine.

In light of my night with Fred and the just announced changes in my life, I wanted to get this over with so I pulled his mouth to mine for a passionate kiss. With our tongues searching each other's mouths, John's hands started roaming across my chest. He played with my nipples and pulled on my tits before working his way down my tummy with wet little kisses. He used his hands to rub the newly shaved area above my clit as he spread my nether lips and inserted two fingers slowly into my vagina. To my utter dismay, my body was once again betraying me. I don't know if all the recent stimulation was turning me into a wanton whore or if I really just liked to be used.

For the second time in less than a day, I was accepting a cock other than my husband's into my cunt and getting off on it as I started moaning and telling John to fuck me. 

I think John was so turned on by actually fucking me that he came almost instantly as I went over the edge into yet another orgasm.

When we caught our breath, and with John lying on top of me with his placid dick still inside me, I softly said, that was really intense. John seemed to take my comment as a compliment to his ability and immediately started kissing my face. I should have been repulsed by the things I was being told I had to do, but instead I was in an almost constant state of arousal. Having admitted that, I got into a 69 position on top of my latest lover and sucked the cock that had just dumped its load into the depths of my womb while he tongue fucked me to another orgasm.

I sucked him to hardness then I turned on my back spread my legs and told my lover to fuck my soaking wet cunt one more time. 

When he was done I told him that I had some housework to do before the big evening. Almost timidly, John followed me to the bathroom and asked "can I watch you empty your bladder." 

Having already shared everything with my co-worker I sat on the toilet and spread my legs. I told him to get as close as he wanted and I used my fingers to spread my lips as I showed him where my little pee hole was hidden in all the soft skin. Just before I started to tinkle, John reached in and asked if he could hold me open while he watched. When I was done John cleaned me with his tongue and said thank you.

I was either really good or really lucky, but I had been able to turn both of my forced lovers into intimate incredible sex. With John already on his knees in front of me, I handed him the vibrator and told him that since I was being required to put this inside me while I cleaned Roger's house, I was wondering if you would put it in my pussy for me. John made a big game out of teasing me as he took his time inserting the toy into me.

It wasn't until I started down the stairs that I thought just maybe all these men that Roger was forcing me to have sex with could be used to my advantage if I could find the right way to do it.

I did my best to ignore Roger and John as they ogled my nakedness while I cleaned house for Roger. They waited until I was on my hands and knees cleaning the kitchen floor with my tits swaying under my chest to turn on the dildo. It was so intense that I rolled on my back as the massive orgasm built inside me and then took over my entire being. They laughed as I lie on the cold wet floor and spread my legs to finger the monster vibrating inside me.

Just before the guests arrived I was instructed to put on my new bathing suit and make myself comfortable out by the pool. As I was getting settled on a lounge chair with a large glass of wine and doing my best to cover my body with the limited material provided in this bathing suit, Roger came into the backyard with his three guests.

My immediate response was that Roger was right not to trust these men. Harry was introduced to me first. He was about 6 feet tall, built solid at 190 pounds and maybe 40 years old. He didn't have a hair on his head and he had a scar that ran from below his left ear across the middle of his face. Bob in his mid-thirties was a little taller than Harry and had a large belly hidden under a loose fitting oversized shirt. Sammy was short at probably 5 ½ feet tall but he just looked mean. I would have guessed him to be in his mid-seventies. Any time that I was going to be required to spend alone with these men would be absolute hell and I started hoping I could find a way to make their deal fall thru. John seemed to have disappeared and as Sammy seemed to take over. I was for once very glad that Roger was there.

Sammy appeared to be the leader of this misfit group and he sat on the lounge chair directly in front of me and said little lady get your ass over hear so an old man can enjoy your charms as he patted his lap indicating that is where he wanted me to sit. I pleadingly looked at Roger and got no support there so I did as requested and sat on Sammy's lap. It was obvious to me that my near naked body was getting his cock hard. I could feel it growing through his shorts against my ass.

I leaned back and put my arm around Sammy's neck as I reached under his shirt and started playing with his left nipple. When he softly said that he could find better things for me to play with I seductively asked what do you have in mind. 

Without missing a beat he suggested I get rid of the suite because it wasn't hiding much anyway. He took his free hand and lifted my top so that my nipples were now fully exposed. I heard one of the other guys behind me give his verbal approval as this old man sucked my nipple into his mouth. I tried to remove my top as it was pulling uncomfortably on my tit, but Sammy took my hand and placed it on his cock that was pinned between us.

Knowing what he expected, I worked his fly down and pulled out his wrinkled old cock. I stroked up and down until he shot his load all over my naked thigh. This time I was anything but aroused and as I forced myself to seductively scoop his cum off my leg and place it on my tongue, Sammy moved his hand between my legs and pushed my thong aside as he started to finger my bone dry slit. Even as he entered my pussy with his fingers, my body didn't produce an ounce of lubricant. I remained as dry as if a tampon was soaking up my juices as he located my G-spot and didled me with his fingers.

Knowing that I had to at least pretend to be enjoying my situation, I whispered in his ear that I would like it better if he could fuck me with his cock. I forced myself to moan as I faked my orgasm. When he removed his fingers from my hole, I was still bone dry. Not knowing if I was just used up and warn out, or just turned off by this old man, I was proud of myself for not responding. 

As Sammy tucked his spent member back in his shorts he looked at Bob and said you need to try some of this pussy. He looked at Roger who he had totally ignored while he used my body and now talked as if I was a piece of meat. So Roger he said, when do I get to use this little cunt. Roger stood his ground and said after you sign the contract. Sammy jokingly suggested that Roger didn't trust him to which Roger said I already let you sample the product.

Bob had me repeat the same intimate moment as he called it, that Sammy had just sampled. Other than his big belly getting in the way I removed my useless bathing suit and sat on the fat man's lap so that he could get the same treatment I had given his boss.

When Bob offered my services to Harry, Harry declined saying he would get his later.

These men scared me and I made a mental note to get sloshed before I met these men alone.

Harry sent me for another beer and to my surprise as I closed the refrigerator door; he was standing right behind me. He pushed me across the kitchen table, pulled out his manhood and buried it into my already exposed dry cunt as if it were there for his pleasure. I thought about screaming but when Harry unloaded into my pussy as soon as penetration was complete, I decided that the damage was done. He pulled me to my feet and I joined him at the pool as if nothing more than a handshake had happened. 

I was delighted when Sammy said they had to leave until I realized that I was spending the night alone with the man responsible for all of my issues.

Even though it was still early, Roger somehow understood when I said that I was tired and needed to get some rest. As he helped me turn down the bed in my new room, he asked me how I was doing. I said in all honesty, you have no right to do this to me and someday I am going to make you pay. In spite of that, I was actually turned on by two of the three men that fucked me today but those three characters you are planning to send me to really terrify me. I am begging you to reconsider that move. Roger simply said that there was no way anyone would consider going back on his word with those three and that I would just have to suck it up and deal with them when the time came. He then kissed me on the mouth as he tucked my naked body under the covers and said you were a good girl today. Why don't you spend Sunday sitting around the pool and get some sun. I will not ask you for anything beyond moving your personal items here in the afternoon.

After sleeping like I didn't have a care in the world, I tearfully joined John and another of Roger's friends in a small truck early Sunday afternoon. We went to my apartment and I took as many of my personal things as I could think of. John told me that he had been instructed to trash the rest. When I pleaded that Roger had promised they were going to move everything to storage, John said he was sorry but that was his instructions. He went thru everything I was planning to take and removed some of the conservative outfits, all my under ware and all of the pictures that I had saved since childhood. My few pieces of jewelry he placed in an envelope labeled Roger. I cried all the way back on the return trip as another part of my life was removed.

Placing my few belongings in my new room and crying for what I had lost, I wondered how long it would be before Roger moved me to his bed and took me as his wife. I couldn't think of anything else he could take from me.

As instructed, I called in sick on Monday and after sending Roger off with another of my gaging blow jobs, I spent the day getting an allover tan by the pool. Tuesday was an exact replica of Monday. I had lots of time to myself and I wasted it by crying over my predicament and thinking of every possible thing I had done to get myself trapped in the hopes that I could somehow undo all this and I even allowed myself to dream about winning my freedom.

On Wednesday morning my dreams were shattered as Roger had a late breakfast and called in sick for the day. He dressed me in the most conservative outfit I had left. Even without under ware, I appeared most presentable for his next task. Roger drove me to four different banks that I had never been to. He never left my side as he had me go into each bank, close out my account and get cashier's checks from each for a total of almost 5 million dollars. Each bank checked my ID and compared my signature to the one in their file. I knew that Roger had used my signature to set up these accounts, but if discovered, all fingers would point back to me. 

Between this and the videos that I had inadvertently allowed Roger to take, I belonged to Roger with no possible hope of escape. 

Roger immediately wired the checks to an address in the Cayman Islands where he said the money could never be traced. 

When the last one was recorded Roger looked at me and whispered that tonight he would take me as his own. I knew full well what that meant and I cried knowing that Roger was finally going to use me as his whore. Worse yet I knew that while he was ripping me apart tonight I was going to be told to enjoy it. He had me slide over next to him and he affectionately put his arm around my shoulder. As we drove to our next destination he idly pinched my nipple.

When we pulled into an auto dealer's lot I looked at Roger a little confused. He had me wait in the car as he went in and got the finance manager. They both came out and Roger told me to sign the form. When I asked what for he said little lady now that you aren't working, you have no need for a car so sign the sales transfer. I obediently signed away another of my freedoms.

Roger went back in the office and came out stuffing the cash from the sale of my car in his pocket. He looked at me and said he had to get rid of it because it would be too easy to trace.

Our next stop was the hair stylist, where Roger came in and told the girl exactly how he wanted my hair done. He had it combed out straight with a little teasing on top. He had them cut six inches off and place three blue ribbons in my hair which he said brought out the natural color of my eyes.

The next stop was the nail salon. He had the girl file and color my nails to match the blue ribbons. He then asked for the only male pedicurist in the place to do my toe nails. The guy innocently placed my feet in the stirrups as my skirt rode up my thighs. I looked at Roger who gave me that look that I knew meant don't touch the skirt. I just lay in the chair looking down as my pedicurist looked up at me and didn't even try to hide the fact that he was looking up my skirt at my exposed pussy. It was the longest anyone had ever taken to give me a pedicure but as I walked out of the place I grudgingly had to agree with Roger that no one had been hurt by my exhibit.

The last stop was the hardest as I think we had our first lovers spat. Roger stopped right in front of a tattoo and body piercing shop. I just looked at Roger and said I am not going in there. Without getting out of the car he told me I had no choice. At that moment it occurred to me that last Saturday had been my birthday. I looked at Roger and tried to negotiate. I said I will get whatever piercings or brandings that you want if you will just let me call Richard.

About ready to lose his temper, Roger said that we would never use that name again.

I looked at him and begged. I said that tonight I am going to become your wife. Please let me call him and at least say goodbye. When Roger refused I said last Saturday was my 24th birthday. I gave a blow job, two hand jobs and let three guys fuck me for you. None of them were my husband. Can I just please call him one last time.

Roger looked me straight in the eye and said that my husband was not interested in hearing from me. I had to admit there was some degree of doubt in my mind as Richard had my work number and in the time he was gone, he had never once attempted to reach me. I defiantly said that's a lie, he will always love me. Roger in a very calm voice said let me give you the facts. As your late husband was moving into his new apartment in California, he came across three tapes of his wife. Do you need me to tell you what was on those tapes?

Without another word Roger got out and headed for the store. I thought it best to keep quiet and follow him knowing full well that had Richard seen those tapes of me with Roger, I had now been stripped of the only person who would have been willing to help me.




Blackmail Ch. 02



When we got inside the store, the artist came up and removed my blouse without asking my permission. Standing topless in his establishment he pulled out a paper version of what Roger had supposedly picked out for me. It was a small heart with the name ROGER around the heart. He stuck it over my heart on my left tit, stepped back and asked Roger what he thought.

Before Roger could respond I screamed at the top of my lungs NNNNNOOOOOOOOOO.

As I pleaded with Roger that I was only 24 and wouldn't want something so permanent, Roger responded that he didn't care. We were now permanent and I want my name on your chest. I pleaded with him to reconsider. I said there is only one thing you can't take from me but this is the last straw.

Roger demanded to know what that one thing was saying I am not aware of anything I can't take from you. I cried as I said you can't have my uterus. With a confused look on his face Roger said what the hell does that mean. I said you can't take my children. Just as I said it, I realized how dumb that was. Roger just laughed and said I wasn't going to tell you on your wedding night but you are officially off the pill. I started to say I don't want children when Roger cut me off and said I owe my brothers a big one for helping me with your husband. They are both incapable of fathering a child and they both want a family. I was going to arrange to impregnate their wives for them but then you came along. I defiantly asked what that had to do with me. Roger told me that I was going to provide the babies for his brothers. Still not getting it, he said my friends and I are going to knock you up and you are going to carry 2 kids for each of my brothers. Since I don't want kids, you will give them up for adoption the day they are born and you will never see them again. If my brothers want to participate, I will give you to them so that they can deposit their duds in your uterus. 

Now I had nothing left to lose. As I was contemplating running half naked out of the store, the artist came back with a suggestion. He said Roger I have known you for a long time. The little lady may have a point. Why don't you pierce her nipples and place these dangling pendants with your name on them. If in a few months you still want to brand her, we can always do it then.

Roger just smiled as if it made sense and I was trying to tell anyone that would listen that I thought that would be a perfect solution. Before Roger had a chance to agree, the artist said he would be glad to throw in a pussy piercing with matching jewelry. 

I looked at Roger and said that I will gladly agree to the nipple posts, but tonight I want to be sore from your penetration not by the soreness from the piercing. Buying all the time I could in the hopes that he would forget I said we could come back next week and I would let this nice man poke holes in my pussy lips.

That at least made everyone happy and the artist proceeded to put holes in both of my nipples. The attached jewelry with Roger's name was a bit gaudy but under the circumstances I was getting off lucky and I could always remove the jewelry and just wear the posts. We left, both knowing that we would be back for the other piercing and the tattoo. On the way home, Roger had me slide over next to him in the car and he absent mindedly played with my pierced nipple. This time it hurt.

That night Roger pulled out all the stops. He catered the rack of lamb with mint sauce and all the fixings. We had cherries jubilee for desert and we sipped expensive champagne by the pool until I was a bit drunk. Roger carried me along a path of red rose pedals to his bedroom where he sat me on the edge of the bed got down on one knee and said, Emily will you be my wife.

Knowing that because as far as I knew I was still married to Richard and because I didn't want to get punished I smiled at him and said yes, I will gladly be your wife. 

With that he pulled out two boxes. The first was a two carat diamond set in a bed of ½ carrot diamonds. I gave him my hand and he placed it on my ring finger as he handed me the second box. In it was the most beautiful baby blue negligee with see thru panties that I had ever seen.

I hugged them to my chest and said give me a minute as I headed for the oversized master bathroom. Half admiring the ring while looking at myself in the full length mirror, with my new all over tan and my hair and perfect make-up and my nipples with the dangling jewelry, I had to admit that Roger was getting a pretty good deal.

I walked slowly out of the bathroom fully prepared for what was to happen to me that night.

Roger was propped on two pillows wearing only a house coat. I climbed in next to him hiding nothing in my see thru nighty as I whispered "my body is all yours, be good to it."

Roger seductively took my mouth to his and kissed me until I let his tongue into my mouth. As we French kissed, Rogers hands started roaming all over my body as he slowly undressed me. It seemed like forever when he finally gave my sore nipples a break and went to work with his tongue opening my pussy lips. He was pretty quick to bury a finger inside my pussy but he was agonizingly slow at getting to my G-spot. The moment he did I was so worked up, my body released a river of my juices and I came uncontrollably.

After hours of pleasuring me, Roger finally let me suck his cock to hardness and then roll onto my back with my legs spread as I placed the massive head against my opening. Unlike his previous demanding attitude, this time he pushed gently as I got used to his size inside my cunt. By the time our pelvic bones met, I had already climaxed twice. With his hard member pushing hard against my bladder, we worked out a slow and steady rhythm that felt so good. We slowly built up the speed of his strokes inside me until this 230 pound 6'4 monster of a man was pounding my cunt with all his strength.

Just as I thought he was going to push me right thru the mattress, Roger looked me in the eye and said I'm Cumming. That he did. He dumped what seemed like gallons of cum into my now sore twat. When he was done he just lay on top of me with all his weight and caught his breath. I looked at him and said that was wonderful. In reality it had been better than I had expected.

The fifth man to ever stick his dick in my cunt was now telling me to turn over as he placed a pillow under my hips. This was the moment I had been dreading since I was first used by this man. In his own childish way he was trying to make love to me instead of simply fucking me. He had a lot to learn but I had to admit so far the sex was good.

He started by wetting one finger in my Pussy and sticking the finger into my little brown hole up to the first knuckle. It was very uncomfortable but I managed to let him past the little muscle surrounding my hole. As he stuck it in another two inches, I screamed in pain and asked him if he had ever done this to another woman. He simply said no as he rammed his finger all the way in.

I was really in a lot of pain as my bowels got accustomed to its intruder. Once I stopped yelling Roger removed his finger and started in again, this time with two fingers. It wasn't any easier as he spread me open until his fingers could push in no further. When I got used to him inside me, my screaming subsided. Roger took this as my being ready to accept his full girth.

He wasn't quite as gentile this time as he stuck about six inches of hard dick into my bum on the first push. I screamed like a banshee but somehow Roger knew that I had to get him inside me now. With one more hard push his pelvic bone crushed my ass cheeks and his cock pushed a few of my organs aside on what felt like its journey up my throat. I screamed in such pain that nothing came out.

To my surprise it only took my body a minute to adjust and when Roger started fucking my ass with his manhood, I was pushing back to maximize the orgasm that was taking over my body. I never realized that a woman could have orgasms from being butt fucked but I mumbled to Roger that I could be taught to like this.

For whatever reason, Roger had incredible staying power. After dumping his second load of hot jism into my second orifice Roger was still bone hard when he pulled out. I immediately attacked his cock with my mouth. I could taste his cum and both of my holes on his shaft but I didn't care. I wanted his third load in my throat and I wanted it now.

I don't think either of us slept all night as we fucked in every position we could think of, over and over again. With the first light of day coming thru the window, I fell asleep in Roger's arms. He was still sound asleep when I woke at 3 that afternoon.

He woke to the smell of the hot coffee on my tray and he smiled at my nakedness. We lay there for a long time before I had the nerve to ask him about Sammy.

Roger said in no uncertain terms you belong to me. I will bed you when I choose but I am not a jealous man. Don't get me wrong, if I ever found out you were cheating on me, I would have you both killed. On the other hand I will give you or sell you to whoever I please whenever I please. I require like before that you give each of them your best. I will strongly encourage them not to hurt you or to leave permanent marks on your young body but I don't always have control of that. The negotiations with Sammy are not going well with the main sticking point being how long they get your undivided attention. We are meeting at their attorney's office tomorrow morning and it will all be worked out then. If I had to guess, you will be sent to their hotel room some time Friday evening. How long you will be there and how long it will take you to get better after they are done is what will be determined at the contract signing in the morning.

I spent my "wedding day" awaiting my fate.



Blackmail Ch. 03



I would like to thank Red Fenix for editing my story. This is the last of the chapters so I hope all of you enjoy the conclusion!

Ambrosia crawled through the black mess that held her down to unconsciousness. It was important that she had to be awake and as she crawled farther and farther up, she was aware of a sharp pain in her head. When she tried to rub her temples to attempt to get rid of the pain, her hands would not cooperate. Soon she realized that her hands were tied down. 

A sense of dread mixed with fear spiraled in the pit of her stomach. Carefully, she tried her legs then realized that they were tied down too. No! Her mind screamed in denial as her nightmares of her rape dared to over take her.

There was a male chuckle coming from somewhere out of the dark and she recognized who it belonged to. Memories came back to her in rapid succession, making the spiral in her stomach explode out into full-blown panic. Her mind raced rapidly to remember what had happened to her after Mike had left her.

*****

Ambrosia was leaving the Bellamy’s annual ball with Mike. He left her on the front steps when he left to get the carriage. She had heard a deep dark chuckle behind her coming from the shadows next to the steps. Her blood turned cold at the sight of Lord Barrington as he walked forward.

“Managed to use sex to deter my investigation into the blackmail against me and a few of my friends. Commendable for a mere toy.” He gave a vicious shake of his head that made his blond hair go flying. “I knew you were a strong one when they brought you in. I should have accepted your virginity before my friends had a go at you, that way you wouldn’t have had the audacity to do something as stupid as piss me off.”

Seeing the evil Lord Barrington had paralyzed her with fear until he reminded her just how strong she was no matter what him and his friends had done to her. With one swift move, she picked up the many layers of her skirts and ran as fast as her slipper feet could carry her. She hand not taken three steps when the world went black.

*****

Tentatively Ambrosia opened her eyes. The room she was in glowed gently with the aid of a scattering of lit candles. She looked towards the corner where she had heard the hated chuckle and saw only a green pair of eyes glittering back at her.

Lord Barrington stepped away from the corner, smiling angelically at her. He walked towards the bed in slow, easy strides and sat down beside Ambrosia. The loathsome man’s well-manicured hand on her bare breasts, which alerted her to the fact that she was completely naked on a bed. The hand gently caressed the nipple of her left breast into a peak and then left it to drift upwards to her throat. 

She gritted her teeth in anger at her body for reacting to him the way it did. In a moment of clarity, she knew that his touch may reluctantly arouse her, but it was Mike that her body burned for and reacted much more violently then to this man’s touch. Closing her eyes, she envisioned every detail of her Mike. 

She saw his incredibly brown eyes shine with love for her as she combed her hand through his wonderfully tousled bed hair. Her throat was squeezed brutally, cutting off the air to her lungs.

“You look at me when I’m gifting you with pleasure, bitch!” Lord Barrington ground out. “Blackmailing me like you did, you don’t even deserve such gentle treatment from me. I was giving you MERCY caressing you the way I did. Eventually I would have brought you to orgasm with my hand. I would have given you a moment of bliss before I put you through hell and made you work to bring me to orgasm, over and over again!”

Suddenly he released her and closed his eyes enjoying her frantic gasping for breath. It made him hard just listening to it! His most favorite part of sex was not the whipping, or the various torturing of his partner until she passed out from the pain. It was watching, feeling, and hearing the life drain away from the female body he was violently fucking for his own pleasure. 

There weren’t many women who survived his orgasms, the ones who did make it, he was positive, felt joyous at the gift he had given them. After all, women were toys. No one cared if a few went missing, and he knew that there were always more to replace the ones he broke. Lady Ambrosia Wentworth would definitely be broken when he was done with her.

Lord Barrington got up from the bed and went to the bell pull. He was going to play with Lady Wentworth a bit, give her a little showing of some of the things she can expect when he has his way with her. Right now her breathing was returning to normal and her eyes glared at him with anger. Which was just fine because soon he was going to replace that anger with profound fear.

A few minutes passed and a big burly man, missing a few teeth and sporting a crooked nose, came into the room with a naked woman. Her hands were bound at the wrist and she was gagged and blindfolded. The man gave Lord Barrington the leash that was attached to the diamond studded collar the woman wore. 

“Can I watch this time, My Lord?” The burly man slurred out. 

“Not this time, Nick. This is strictly for our guest’s eyes only.” Barrington motioned towards the bare Ambrosia. 

“Can I have the pretty one after you’re done?”

“No, she is mine and I mean to break her.”

The man gave a smile of satisfaction before he closed the door. Barrington led the woman to the fireplace, giving Ambrosia the perfect view of the show. He helped the poor woman to kneel down in front of him.

“This is what I expect out of you, Ambrosia. Total obedience and your end might be a little more painless then if you struggle.” He then laughed out loud as if he told a joke. “We both know that you’re going to fight me no matter what I tell you. It’ll be far more fun for me if you fight. My orgasm will be far more powerful if you fight me.”

Ambrosia struggled with the ropes that bound her arms and legs. Her only progress was the blood that escaped her wrists and ankles. That sick man was going to hurt that woman because of her. The only problem was that Ambrosia knew that there was nothing she could say or do that would stop this. If she said anything he might hurt that woman more or prolong the torture all the more. The only logical, merciful thing to do was to pretend indifference.

Barrington watched the emotions flit across her face before it finally turned blank. That was fine with him, no matter how much she fought her emotions, what he was going to do would make her fail. He stroked the cheek of the woman who had been his personal slave for a week now. Her body was marred with marks from his whip and ugly purple marks decorated her throat. So far she was highly durable to his ultimate form of sex and had lasted far longer then the others.

He yanked her head back by her hair. She gave off a slight whimper. In contrast to his hair pulling, he started to kiss her tenderly, gaining access to her mouth. Then when the kiss was about to end, he bit her lip, making her bleed. He licked the blood from the wound he inflicted, grinning in satisfaction.

“Open your mouth wide for me, sweet.” He whispered softly into her ear.

The tears were now leaking from her blindfold as she unwillingly obeyed the command. He placed one hand on the back of her head while freeing himself with the other. Looking over to Ambrosia, he smirked and then jerked the woman’s head forward, imbedding his long cock completely into her mouth. 

Ambrosia closed her eyes and begged herself not to give into crying. She only prayed that Mike would find her before Barrington finished with the poor woman.

*****

Mike paced the length of his mentor’s study over and over again. Where was she? Was she unharmed? He was going to kill Lord Barrington as soon as he’s found. It didn’t take Mike long to figure out who took Ambrosia and to back up his suspicions.

He had gone back to the library where he had last seen Barrington, and expectedly found it empty. There were just a few drops of blood on the couch where the bound woman had been, but nothing else. Shortly after he left the library, a scream split the air coming from the gardens. 

He ran out towards the source, cold dread filling every inch of his body as he approached the bench that he and Ambrosia had just made love on not a half an hour earlier. Instead of finding his love, he found another young woman hysterical and pointing at something in the bushes behind the bench. The young man that was with her was staring at the spot, not moving a muscle. Mike came closer and the young man started stuttering. 

“She was already there…we found her…just out for a walk…”

Mike shook the man by the shoulders bringing him out of his stupor. “Take your lady and get back to the ballroom.”

Without a word, the man grabbed the still screaming woman by her hand and literally dragged her back to the house. Mike knelt down to inspect the body and discovered the bound woman who had been with Barrington. By the dim light of the moon, he spotted marks on her throat. Mike’s jaw hardened, if he had to take a gamble, he’d bet that Lord Barrington strangled her to death after he had witnessed the passionate couple on the bench. Which would of course be Mike and Ambrosia. 

Confused as to where to start looking for Ambrosia, Mike went to the house of his mentor, Benjamin Smith, who was thankfully home. Now Mike paced back and forth in a potent combination of anger, fear, and frustration. If only his head hadn’t been in his pants, this would have never happened. He should have saved the love making till they got to her place or his! 

“You are not going to bring her back by putting a hole through my rug and my wood floor.” His mentor calmly said from the desk.

“I know, Ben, but it’s not like I can help it. It’s my fault she’s in this trouble.”

“Actually it is her fault. She’s the one that blackmailed them at her own risk.”

Mike broke off pacing and slammed his hands down on the desk. “Don’t you ever say that! I swore to protect her when I decided to marry her. How can you be so calm?”

“What is the first rule I taught you about being a detective? No personal involvements. Your emotions get in the way of your thinking. It is a good thing you came to me so that I may help you out.”

“I know you’re right, Ben. It’s just that I need her back and unharmed or so help me I’ll hunt down Barrington myself and mutilate him the same way he mutilates all those women.”

Ben brought out a stack of papers from his desk and laid them close to Mike’s hands. “It is a good thing you came to me with this. I have been on the case of the Devil May Care Club for a while now. Caused quite a stir kidnapping and deforming both ton girls and common street girls. I did suspect Lord Barrington as being one of them, but never the leader.” He flipped through a few pages and handed it to Mike. “Barrington has eight estates all ranging from his town house in London to a nice country spread in Scotland. As you realize we hardly have enough time to search them all.”

“All we’d have to do is rule out all those country ones. He calls the meetings for the Devil May Care Club and hosts them. That means the meetings are held in London or close too it.” Mike looked at the paper he held. “It looks like he has three here.”

“That is right.” Ben chimed in. “There is his town house here in the city, a sea side estate to the north, and an estate to the south.”

Mike bit his thumb and concentrated. Finally he turned to his mentor. “We can rule out the town house. His neighbors would easily become suspicious. After all there’s little that the rich gossips in town notice.”

“I have thought of that myself. We can probably cross out the estate to the south. From what is being said, the tenants there that pay him rent do not like him due to the fact that he raised the rent greatly after his father died. They would do anything to discredit him.”

“So that leaves one. We might be able to get there with in the hour if we ride hard. First we should stop by her house to get that monster of a butler she has to help us.”

*****

Barrington’s hips frantically humped the helpless woman while squeezing her throat effectively cutting off the air to her body. A hideous smile graced his lips as he felt the life drain away from the woman where they were connected. He felt like God every time he did this. In this form he had the decision whether the woman should live or die. He was merciless in his rulings and only spared the woman if she had enough spirit to really fight him.

At the start, the woman he was currently killing pleased him greatly with her fighting spirit and will to live, but over time she had become a docile puppet. He didn’t like his toys to be lifeless. Ambrosia had a fighting spirit that would probably last a good month, maybe more, before she turned into a lifeless puppet.

Finally the woman beneath him gave out her last gurgle just as the ecstasy of his orgasm phased out to a nice tingle. Barrington turned his hooded eyes towards Ambrosia, vastly pleased to see the tears streaking down her pretty little face. He picked up the diamond-studded collar that was lying in a pool of blood that spilled out while he was whipping the now dead woman on the floor. 

The warm stickiness coated his palm and he enjoyed the feel of it. As he got up, he switched the collar to his other hand and wiped his right hand on his chest leaving a trail of dark red that contrasted to his pale skin. He yanked on the bell pull and stared at Ambrosia till his men came. Her skin was so smooth, perfect canvas for the marks of his whip. The thought of her face riddled with unimaginable pain delighted him and excited him more to where his manhood stirred and became erect in record time. Three of his men came through the door. 

Barrington handed the collar to one of them. “Untie her and put this on. Bring her to me.”

The men did as they were told. They worked on the ties at her right ankle, right wrist, and left wrist. When her ankle and one wrist were free she started to thrash around, throwing punches and kicking wilding. She caught one man in the stomach with her foot, and clipped the other in the jaw with her fist. They subdued her easily, lifting her out of the bed. The man she clipped backhanded her across the face.

The impact caused her head to jerk and an explosion of blood burst inside her mouth. A shot filled the air, time stopped for everyone, but the man who had struck her. He collapsed lifelessly to the ground shot in the back. Ambrosia looked up to Barrington, who stood repulsively naked, holding a smoking dueling pistol he pulled from it’s mounting on the wall beside the door.

“No one harms her! That is my pleasure and my blood you are wasting. You two put the collar on her and hold her for me.”

Ambrosia grimaced as the collar was put on her. The thought of that dead woman’s blood on her skin felt like she was being branded as the murderer and not Barrington. There should have been something she could have done to stop the murder, but she had been frightened and helpless. 

The men lead her to Barrington and handed him the leash to the collar. His grin made her numb inside. Must have been her body’s way to prepare her for what was to come. It wouldn’t have been the first time her body turned numb. The first time was when she was a virgin and rapped by several men. Too many that night had known her body intimately that she had lost count. After that night all those men had personal carnal knowledge of her, the thought sickened her every time. Her virginity should have been for some one she loved and married. It should have been for Mike.

Barrington tugged on the leash bringing her back to reality. “Reliving that magical night when so many men touched and violated your body?” He sneered. Ambrosia hated the fact that he made her so transparent that he could read her every thought. 

He rubbed the leash over her breasts almost reverently. “Now you are my bitch, a dog that I can do with as I please. This collar means that I won you.”

If she lived through this, she would try to figure out how she gathered the strength to spit in his face with such accuracy. Barrington laughed with such malice a chill crawled down her spine.

“Spread her legs!” He ordered the two men. Then as soon as it was carried out he took the dueling pistol and rubbed it vertically up against the folds of her sex.

“How very naughty of you to spit in your Master’s face. Some people would tell me to kill you for that.” Then he shoved the pistol in her as far as it would go.

Ambrosia whimpered at the thought of him pulling the trigger. She should have thought before spitting in his face. It isn’t the way she would like Mike to find her, dead on the floor in a pool of blood, instead of alive and mildly damaged.

Closing her eyes, she secretly willed Mike to find her faster. A tear streaked down her face as she heard the men holding her laugh. Barrington’s laugh joined them as he moved the pistol in and out of her. 

“Look how wet she is getting, boys. I think she enjoys the feel of the hot metal between her thighs, a weapon with the power to kill a man fucking her. Sadly enough, Lady Wentwhore, you will have to go without it because I find that I cannot wait to find my own release.”

With the jerk of his head, he motioned for the men to leave and then literally dragged her by the leash to the bed. He bodily picked her up off the floor and threw her on the bed, getting on top of her right away not giving her time to move. Barrington managed to get inside her until the body of one of his men smashed through the door. 

A big hulking man stepped through the door. Ambrosia felt a profound relief rush through her. “Pig,” was the only word she was able to get out before Barrington’s hand shot out to strangle her. He picked up the pistol and held it to her head. 

Mike and Ben, both packing two pistols, followed Pig in stepping over the unconscious body. Mike raised a pistol and aimed it at Barrington’s head. Barrington laughed so gaily while strangling Ambrosia.

“What are you going to do now? I do not think you can get to me before I pull the trigger and blowing off this slut’s head.”

The gun wavered slightly but he never put down his arm. “You better let her go because after you pull that trigger, you’re dead as well.” Mike gritted out.

Barrington giggled like a delighted little schoolgirl. “It does not matter. I would have had my revenge on my blackmailer and the satisfaction that while I’m roasting in hell, you will be grieving for this little strumpet. Perfect payment for siding with her and betraying me.”

Pig fisted his hands tightly so that they turned white and Ben’s mouth was compressed into a grim line. Mike looked frantically around the room for anything that would help him free Ambrosia and kill this sick bastard like he should have done in the library last night. His eyes lit upon the poor woman and then the man lying in a pool of blood. He noted the shot in his back and searched the signs for gunpowder. Not spotting any meant that Barrington might have neglected to reload his gun after killing the man.

Straightening his shoulders and hardening his resolve, he took good aim at Barrington who was now moving in and out of Ambrosia in hurried strokes; loving the fact he had an audience. 

Mike closed his eyes and fired. His arm shook as he brought down the pistol. The next thing he heard was music to his ears. He heard sputtering. Opening his eyes, he raced to the side of the bed and pulled Barrington’s lifeless body off her. He took satisfaction in knowing that his aim was correct, that he shot bastard in the head killing him instantly. 

Ambrosia was slightly bloodied and pale. She sat up and concentrated on getting her breathing back to normal. Ben went to find something not blood stained to cover up her nakedness. Mike took of the collar around her neck with great care and then held her to him thanking any higher power who would listen that she was alive, that his guess was right. 




Blackmail Ch. 03



Mary didn't like to admit it even to herself, but she had been extremely turned on by her little display on the motorway bridge, and once inside the privacy of her own lounge, her fingers immediately went down to her pussy. She wasn't surprised to find her inner thighs already wet with her juices. She groaned as she thrust two fingers deep into the warm wet pussy. She fell back onto the sofa slowly pleasuring herself.

She knew this guy, whoever he was, was getting to her. It had been a little scary out there on the bridge, but it had also been exciting. She still couldn't work out who he was, and she wondered how long things would go on. But for the moment, secretly, she didn't want them to stop. 

The following morning the mobile rang while she was still in bed. With some apprehension she picked it up from the bedside table.

"Good morning, Mary," the now easily recognizable voice spoke in her ear. "I hope you slept well. I bet you enjoyed yourself when you got in, didn't you? Did you use your fingers like last time, or have you a plastic friend?"

Mary did not speak. She just listened. It didn't seem to bother him that she did not speak to him.

"I thought we might have some fun at work today. That's why I've rung you so early. I don't want you to wear any underclothes at work today--just your blouse and skirt. You can of course wear your jacket. I wouldn't want your nipples to show to everyone because I'm sure they will be hard all day. I bet the thought of you wearing nothing under your clothes will keep you turned on all day. Oh, and by the way, don't think you can cheat me. I will be checking up on you during the day."

The phone went dead. Mary slipped out of bed and made her way to the shower. As she soaped her body, she was already feeling a little aroused by the thought of what she was going to have to do. Underclothes were part of a woman's wardrobe. You felt restrained by them; it was certainly going to feel strange without them. After her shower, she stepped into her skirt and slipped her arms into a fresh blouse. It felt exciting to feel her nipples rubbing against the crisp white cotton, and it felt strange and somewhat indecent not wearing any panties.

Yes, he had been right. She could tell that as soon as she started to drive into work. It was a peculiar feeling, almost as though she were naked. She could feel her unrestrained breasts move with every bump in the road, the already erect nipples rubbing up against the cool cotton of her blouse. By the time she reached work, she knew she was already starting to feel wetness between her thighs.

Once in the privacy of her office, things were a little easier, although it was a constant reminder every time she got up and walked about the office. As the day passed and he didn't ring, she began to think he was not going to contact her, but it was just after four thirty when finally the mobile rang. She clicked on the earpiece.

"Good afternoon, Mary. How are you feeling? Excited, I would guess. Have you managed to keep from dipping in your fingers?" She could sense he was smiling. "Now I want you to go downstairs to the basement where you keep the archives. You have ten minutes; then I will ring you again. Okay, off you go. If anyone inquires, tell them you need to look for an old file."

Mary rose from her desk and left her office. She smiled at Christine, her controller. "Need to go down to archives." 

Christine smiled and looked at her watch. "It's nearly home time. Take care down there. It's untidy and dusty; the place could do with a good clean."

Mary took the lift down to the basement. She swiped her card through the lock. It clicked and the door slid back. The place was dimly lit as the high shelves of documents obscured the lights. She walked slowly down one of the rows. She wrinkled her nose; the whole place smelled musty. The place itself was quiet with only the buzz of the air conditioning and she jumped when her mobile went.

"It's a bit dusty down there, isn't it? Right. Well, let's see if you have done as you were told.  Walk to the end of row C and on the table you will find a small lap top. It's already switched on and it's got its own web cam."

Mary slowly made her way down to row C, and there on a small desk was the lap top. The small illuminated neon showed that the web cam was on. The screen was lit up and she saw the dark silhouette of a man; well, it looked like a man. The only thing she could see was the short hair. She did not recognize the shape.

"Just stand where you are, Mary, and lift your skirt up around your waist."

Mary looked quickly around her making sure she was alone. She hitched up her skirt, holding it up to her waist, displaying her bare pussy to the small computer. She felt rather foolish.

"Very nice, Mary," the voice in her ear said softly. "I'm so glad we are communicating."

She dropped her skirt, wondering what was coming next.

"I want you to take down one of those boxes off the shelf behind you." She turned around and saw the filing boxes he was speaking about. She reached up for a box and was surprised to find it felt empty. She placed it on the desk beside the lap top.

"Now I want you to remove all your clothes and put them into the box."

"I can't--not here," she gasped. "Anyone might come in."

"You will have to risk that. Now be a good girl and do as you are told."

Her shoulders slumped. She knew there was no point in arguing with him. Resignedly she started undressing. She had removed the lid from the box and was placing her discarded clothes inside it. At last she stood there in just her shoes.

"I think the shoes as well this time."

She took the shoes off and placed them in the box.

"Now replace the top and put the box back on the shelf. "

Again she followed his instruction.

"You look very sexy, Mary, naked in this dusty old cellar. I see your nipples have already perked up; that's exciting! Do you feel excited standing there naked knowing that at any moment someone might walk in?"

Mary actually did feel excited and a little frightened. Yes, he was right; anyone might walk in at any moment. She could feel her heart thumping.

"Now I want you to walk away from the desk. Walk down the aisle towards the door."

Mary looked at the box on the shelf containing her clothes, and slowly she began her walk towards the door. She was about halfway down the aisle when she was shocked to hear the door click as someone swiped their card in the lock. She was frightened; who could it be? She looked around for a place to hide and darted behind some shelving. She heard the sound of voices. 

God, she thought, there must be two of them. She slowly eased aside the files on the shelf. She needed to see who they were and where they were going. She recognized them straight away. It was the two young guys who worked in the post room.

"God, it stinks rotten down here," she heard one of them say. "Let's get the boxes he's asked for and get out."

From her hiding place she watched as the two guys walked down the row towards where the desk was. 

"Someone's left a lap top on the desk here and it's switched on," she heard one of them say.

"I guess someone must be working on something down here. I'd leave it alone," the other one advised.

Then she heard them moving boxes. "You take these two and I'll take the others and let's get out of here. It's almost clocking off time."

She watched as they carried the boxes down the aisle and out through the door. She heaved a sigh of relief when the door finally closed.

"That was a close call," the voice in her ear said. "What would you have done if those two had come across you? I'm sure they would have loved seeing you bare arsed; it would have made their day."

"Look, let's get on with whatever you want me to do. It's nearly finishing time." 

"Alright, alright, don't start getting tetchy (testy); it won't help things. Just continue round the cellar, and when you get back to the desk, you can retrieve your clothes and get dressed again.

Mary glanced at the door making sure there was no one around. Then she continued around the cellar. She was glad when she was finally back at the desk. 

She looked at the small lap top, still with the neon showing. "Is that it? Can I get dressed?"  

"Yes, that's it for the moment."

Mary turned and was about to reach for the box when to her horror, she saw it was missing. She looked around. She was sure that was where she had put it; then suddenly it dawned on her. The boxes the two lads had taken out: her clothes must have been in one of them. 

She turned and looked at the lap top. "They've taken my clothes, haven't they?"

"I'm afraid so."

"You bastard!"

"Now, now, there's no need for that. I just thought I'd like to see how you coped with the situation."

"How am I going to get out of here? Please get my clothes back. I will do anything you ask."

There was silence for a moment. She wondered if he were considering things. He just couldn't make her do this! This was going one step too far.

"No, I am looking forward to this. It's after closing time now, and in half an hour, the place will be almost deserted. Only the security men and the cleaners will still be here. You could try to slip out then."

"But I need to get to my office to get my car keys."

"Yes, I guess you do. Best of luck, Mary, and don't forget, I will be watching you." And with that the phone clicked off.

Mary felt almost like crying. Here she was, totally naked in a cellar. She had to get out and get to her office, and then she had to get to her car. She suddenly remembered the spare rain coat she kept in her office cupboard for emergencies. If she could get back there, she could use that to get to her car. Then she could buy something; her handbag was in her office. 

She made her way to the door and looked out through the small window. Outside, the corridor was deserted. She slowly pulled open the door and slipped out. The lights were brighter in the corridor and she felt more exposed than ever. 

Suddenly she heard the door behind her click shut. She panicked even more as her last avenue of escape was shut off, for her swipe card to get back in was with her clothes.

She moved slowly down the short corridor listening for any slight noise that would mean someone was coming. At the end were the lift and the stairs. Which one should she take? Once in the lift, she could go straight to her office on the forth floor, but if someone else wanted the lift, she would be caught with nowhere to hide. If she took the stairs, she could at least have some control over the situation. 

She began to slowly climb the stairs. It was so strange; she had climbed these stairs many times before, but never completely naked. On the ground floor she could see the outside door and people passing on the street. The reception desk was manned, but the guard had his back to her and was engrossed in a newspaper. She quickly moved on to the next stairs and made it safely to the first floor.

She gripped the stair rail; she was trembling. Halfway there. She looked at the next flight of stairs. Just then she heard voices, and looking down the corridor, she saw two cleaners come out of one of the offices. She panicked and made a run for the stairs. Had they seen her? She hoped not. 

She was halfway up the stairs when she heard noises from above. It was someone humming to themselves as they worked. She crouched against the wall. Down below she heard the cleaners chatting and coming closer to the stairs, and above her someone was working on the landing.

She had a decision to make--either stop and face the cleaners, or carry on upstairs and face whoever was on the next floor. If she stayed where she was, the cleaners might alert the guard and then she would be in trouble. How the hell had she gotten herself into this situation? She knew the going up was her only option.

She gripped the rail and started to climb. With her heart thumping, she mounted the next few stairs, and then almost fainted, for there kneeling on the floor was a young colored guy scraping the tiles. He turned and looked at her. 

At that stage only her head was visible. He smiled. "Not in your way, Miss, am I?" Then his mouth fell open when he realized that the woman coming up the stairs was completely naked. Not a stitch of clothing on her body. He just looked at her, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.

Mary wanted to run, but she kept her calm and slowly walked past him, feeling his eyes on her body taking in every last detail of it. "Working late," she said lamely. "I am just going to get my things."

She could feel him looking as she made her way up the next flight of stairs. She wanted to get away from his searching gaze, but she knew if she ran he might call the guard, thinking she was an intruder. She just had to take her time and let him look. She could feel her breasts sway, and she knew her nipples were rock hard.

Ay last she was out of his sight and he hadn't made a sound. He was probably in a state of shock. Her office was only two doors down the corridor. At last she could make a dash for it and safety. Once inside, she dropped the lock and slumped against the door. Then it came to her what she had done. She had just exposed herself to a total stranger. She was shaking. 

She could feel that her nipples were hard, and there was a wonderful sensation deep in her stomach. She could not resist slipping her hands between her thighs, and she wasn't surprised to find that she was leaking. She shuddered.

She slid her fingers deep into her warm wet pussy and bit down on her lip to stop herself from crying out. She couldn't believe she was feeling like this--so turned on by her actions. Her fingers worked furiously sending sensations through her body, and when at last she came, she slumped slowly down to the floor and sat there breathing heavily.

When she pulled herself together, she felt disgusted with herself. What was this man turning her into? She struggled to her feet and tried to clean herself up with tissues from her desk. At least now she could make her way home. 

She opened the cupboard door, and where her spare rain coat should be, there was nothing. It was gone. She looked over at the shelf where she kept her handbag. That was gone, too. She groaned. What was this man doing to her, reading her thoughts?

She looked over on her desk. Her car keys were still there so at least her car would still be in the car park, and she could use the back stairs. There was no one left in the office so she wouldn't get caught again.

She picked up the keys and slowly opened the door. There was no one in the corridor. She stood and listened; there was no sound. She walked toward the car park door and made it without any trouble. Two flights of stairs took her down to the car park level. She looked outside. The car park was empty. Only her car stood there. It was at the other side of the car park, but there was no one in sight. With another quick look around, she made a dash for the car and quickly opened the door. 

She slid inside and shivered as her bare bottom came in contact with the leather seats. She slumped down in the seat making herself less conspicuous. She opened the glove compartment and saw what she was looking for: a local street map. She smiled as she unfolded it and covered herself with it. Then she drove slowly out of the car park. At least the streets were quieter now with the rush over so it wouldn't be long before she was safely home. 

She was within a quarter of a mile from home when disaster struck. She had been driving carefully making sure she kept well away from any high sided vehicles. The map did a good job of concealing her, but it didn't cover everything, and it was difficult to keep it in place as she was driving. She was concentrating on the road ahead when she suddenly saw the blue light flashing in her mirror.

The large police car pulled alongside her and indicated that she pull onto the side of the road. What had she done wrong? She hadn't been speeding. She did not think she had gone through any red lights. As the policeman exited his car, she tucked the map more closely around her and wound the window down.

"What's the problem, officer?" she inquired as he approached her car.

"We have had a report that this car has been stolen, miss. Would you please step out of the vehicle. 

Now she's in a mess now. How's she going to talk herself out of this one?                

Look out for more of Mary's adventutes in part four of Blackmail commimg soon.



Blackmail Ch. 03



Friday afternoon I got a call from Roger that I would belong to Sammy for three days and that I needed to wear my sluttiest outfit and pack nothing else. Sammy would be sending a driver for you in an hour he told me. I froze in complete terror. I thought about running but had learned that avoiding my assigned tasks only made it worse for me. 

I started downing shots of whisky as I got dressed. I removed my ring and the jewelry hanging from my nipples, afraid that my new friends would rip them off my chest if I didn't remove them. By the time the driver honked, I came out smiling and asking the driver if he would be joining the gang rape that was being planned for me. On the way to the hotel my short skirt started riding up my thighs. I did nothing to re arrange it as my instructions for these clients was to be a total slut and somehow I knew that Roger would know if I didn't do as I was told. I noticed the driver eyeing my legs as the short skirt rode ever higher. I asked him if he wanted to finger my pussy. When he hesitated, I lifted my short skirt above my waist and exposed myself to this young flunky. When he still didn't respond, I took his hand and placed it on my vaginal lips as I spread my legs to give him total access.

The young driver smiled sheepishly at me as he stuck a finger inside me and spent the rest of the short drive playing with my opening.

He pulled up in front of the hotel and I walked thru the lobby toward the elevators. I didn't have a key but I knew my rapists were in room 901. On second thought I stopped in the bar and charged a small bottle of whiskey to room 901. I had no money, no car, no credit card and a new life that I either embraced or let it run over me. When the bartender hesitated to charge my purchase as requested, I used the only currency I had and let him stick his hand under my skirt to complete the transaction. 

Taking a big swig from the fresh bottle to bolster my courage, I rode the elevator in this fine establishment to the ninth floor. I was dressed in a fuck me skirt that hung three inches below my naked pussy. I wore a halter that exposed my entire midriff and showed my ample cleavage as it wrapped two inches of material around my 36C tits. My 4 inch heals made me look much taller but I had such trouble walking on them that I was looking forward to reaching my destination so that I could remove them. It gave me the appearance of a long legged whore that exposed all of my lower body except where my legs were connected to my hips.

Room 901 was at the far end of the hall. I didn't have any idea who would be there but I was determined to take control of my situation and minimize the damage that they would inflict on my young body. Without knocking, I turned the door knob and realizing it wasn't locked pushed it open and walked in. Sammy was sitting on the bed propped up by two pillows wearing a three piece suit. Bob and Harry were leaning against the window dressed in casual slacks and front button shirts. Three other men that I didn't know were seated at a small table and appeared to be playing cards. Each of the six men had a drink in their hand while Sammy and two of the men at the table were smoking cigars.

I looked at Sammy and said I suppose I will be fucking you first. As set down my bottle and lifted my halter over my head I asked Sammy if he wanted his friends to watch or did he want to fuck me in private. 

In my attempt at taking control, I guess I took them by surprise because nobody moved. Instead of waiting for a response, I kicked off my heels and climbed on the bed with Sammy. I started massaging his cock thru his expensive trousers as I pulled his zipper open and removed his cock from his under ware. I was surprised that no one in the room was moving and secondly that this man old enough to be my grandfather was getting hard so quickly. I could only guess that they had decided if I was going to put on a show, they were going to let me shoot my wad.

I lifted my skirt and straddled Sammy hips as I exposed my cunt to this room full of thugs. I proceeded to lower myself onto Sammy's erection as he held me by the waist holding his big cigar less than an inch from burning my skin. With him buried in my female organ, I started to raise my hips up and down so that in reality, I was fucking myself on Sammy's dick. Everyone seemed to approve as I rode Sammy as hard as I could. With my juices flowing and my body covered in perspiration Sammy rolled me onto my back and without removing his cock from my cunt rolled on top of me. As he started pounding away at my pussy he looked at me and said let me show you how this is done. 

Still dressed in his expensive silk suit and not seeming to care wither I was Cumming or not he pounded into me until he finally shot his load into my womb. All I could think of was that this was the first man to deposit his seed into my body since Roger took me off the pill and that it would be funny if Sammy or one of his thugs impregnated me.

After taking a moment to recover, Sammy climbed off me and said well boys, the entertainment is here.

I was immediately mounted by Bob and his large belly. I spent the three days on the bed fucking sucking and generally being used by these 6 men and a few other guys that seemed to join the party periodically. Up until now, other than my husband I had been fucked by three men on my birthday, by Roger on our wedding day and by Sammy as a way of breaking the ice at this gang rape. After this I would never know for sure how many men had used my body and its three holes for their pleasure as I was used over and over again. 

Other than a few meals that were shoved in my face and an endless supply of whisky bottles at my disposal the only time I was allowed to leave the bed was to empty my bladder and bowels and even then I had someone in the rest room telling me to spread my legs so they could watch me take a dump or empty my bladder.

I was used by cocks of all sizes. Some of my rapists came before they were all the way inside my body and others would pound away for hours before dumping their load. I was pulled and pushed into every imaginable position. I had three or four guys using me in all my holes simultaneously and I had my tits used as punching bags. In addition to all the live cocks, I had vibrators shoved into both holes, I had painful nipple clamps attached to me for hours at a time and I was subjected to paddles and switch lashings if a particular rapist felt like hurting me. They thought it was funny to watch me scream as someone would grab a toe or a finger and bend it backwards until they heard it snap.

I lost track of time as I was never allowed to sleep and I periodically lost consciousness as they found all sorts of ways to hurt me. If I did fall asleep someone would stick their cock inside my swollen body and fuck me till he was sure that I was awake.

It must have been sometime Monday afternoon when Sammy climbed on the bed for one last roll in the hay with the whore. When he was done with me, he had two of the men place me in the bathtub. Before I was allowed to turn on the water for a much needed bath, the men came in a few at a time and emptied their bladders on my soiled body. Bob came in when the rest of the men appeared to be done and he made me open my mouth as a receptacle for his yellow fluid. He then used a harsh brush to scrub my body inside and out.

He walked out of the bathroom and when I came to; I realized that I was all alone. There wasn't a sound coming from the other room. After a long hot bath, I got up and fell on the bed totally naked as I fell asleep. 

It was dark out when I woke. After surveying all my bruises and injuries, I went looking for my clothes. The only thing in the room was the wet towel I had used for my bath. I wrapped it around my swollen tits and went down the hall in a daze headed for the elevators.

I walked out the front of the hotel and headed in the direction of my new home. I must have walked for hours before a man in an old van asked if I needed help. I think I asked him if he could take me to my address as I found myself climbing into the van. I have no idea if the driver used my body or not, but I woke in the hospital dressed in a hospital gown and an IV in my arm. For the first time in weeks I felt safe.

I was awakened when a doctor changed some of my dressings. He told me I had massive bruises and contusions, a major pelvic infection, two broken ribs, three broken toes, a broken finger and some serious anal and vaginal tearing. He tried to get me to tell him what had happened but I just mumbled something about a party.

Later that day, whatever day it was wasn't clear to me, Roger and John showed up. It was decided that I should stay a few more days and they left. I didn't see anyone else until Roger came for me on Friday. It had taken me four days in the hospital to be well enough to go home after Sammy and his boys had their way with me.

Roger was nice to me for a few days as I lounged around the house and worked on my all over tan lying naked by the pool. Roger had friends over during my recuperation but I didn't bother getting dressed and they left me to my misery without further abuse.

Little by little my wounds healed and my body felt better. For more than six weeks, Roger didn't take me to his bed or ask me to service his friends. As I got better, I started using the workout equipment that Roger set up in one of the guest rooms to get back to my pre rape fitness.

I was eating healthy and getting a really nice tan when after about two months I started feeling sick to my stomach every morning. After a week of feeling nauseous I had Roger take me to the doctor where he told me that I was pregnant.

Rather than feel sorry for me, Roger invited his oldest brother and his wife for diner at the end of the week. All I could think of was that the baby mill had begun. I knew that Roger hadn't fucked me since I got off the pill so the father had to be Sammy or one of his many thugs at my gang rape. When I tried to tell Roger that I would like to carry his baby if we could abort this one, he would not hear of it.

He told me that it may be a little late but that he was going to offer my body to his brother so that his brother would feel more like it was his baby.

I just sighed and told him that if he wanted me to sleep with his brother, I would be willing to do that.

Friday night Roger's oldest brother Roy, and Roy's wife Mary came for diner. This was the first time Roger had introduced me to his family. I never really knew for sure but I thought Roger was about ten years older than me. His Oldest brother appeared to be in his mid-forties stood about 6,2 and 200 pounds. He had the look of someone that had earned his living outdoors. 

Mary was a petite brunette, standing about my height at 5'1 and weighing around 110 pounds. She had a dark complexion and perky little breasts. She was very attractive but not really pretty. She appeared to be in her late twenties.

The four of us seemed to hit it off well as I served the dinner and kept every bodies glass full. I was not allowed to have alcohol but everyone else was feeling pretty good by the time desert was finished. 

Roger invited us all to the living room after diner. After about 15 minutes, Roger placed a blanket on the floor and instructed me to sit on the blanket which I did obediently. He had Mary remove my oversized shirt and my bra. Roger as if trying to sell a car said to his brother aren't those incredible tit's. Before Roy could respond Roger continued by saying wait till you see her pussy and her cunt is always tight and ready for cock.

Without instructing her to, Mary took my swelling breasts in her hands and massaged my breasts with her warm little hands. I had to admit that after 2 months with no sexual release, Mary was working me into a bit of a frenzy.

I closed my eyes and just let Mary work on my tummy and chest. I was really getting turned on by the attention as Roger told me to lie on my back. With my swelling breasts standing at attention on my chest, I lifted my hips off the blanket to allow Mary to remove my sweat pants. With her husband watching intently, Mary took the elastic band of my panties and pulled my panties down my legs and over my feet. 

I could see Roy getting a bulge in his trousers as Mary spread me open and fingered my clit. I didn't know if Mary was participating of her own free will or if like me, she was a sex toy for her husband's amusement. At this point I didn't care. My pussy was sloshing with my wetness and I wanted to be fucked. 

Mary seemed to sense my need as she sat up from between my legs and moved to sit next to my left hip. She reached into my crotch and spread me open. As she did that, she said Roy, please fuck the woman that is carrying my child.

Roy stood up, removed his slacks and crawled between my thighs. He was not as big as Roger, but fully erect, he still had to be 10 inches long. He wasted no time as he unceremoniously mounted me, buried his shaft inside me and in front of his wife and my husband, he fucked the shit out of me. 

I lost control with my first orgasm as I kept apologizing to Mary as her husband used me. She didn't seem to mind as she took Roger's cock out and absentmindedly started stroking her brother to hardness.

I came three times before Roy dumped his dead seed into my womb and immediately pulled out. 

Mary let go of Roger's tool and dropped to her knees in front of her husband as she licked him clean.

She then turned her tongue to my pussy and for the first time in my life another woman put her tongue inside me.

When she was done, Roy suggested we give the guys a chance to talk and that we should take our asses to my room. Mary obediently took my hand and led me to my room where she helped get me under the covers. Before climbing into bed with me, Mary removed her clothes. To my amazement, I actually enjoyed the show as Mary exposed first her breasts and then her pussy to me.

When Mary slid in next to me and reached between my legs, I not only spread myself for better access but I started touching another woman's breasts for the first time in my life. 

When Mary turned around and placed her tongue on my pussy, I willingly moved so that I was directly under her black hair covered twat and worked my tongue thru her thick patch of pubic hair as I penetrated her vaginal lips. 

It was somehow soft and gentle but Mary seemed to know exactly what I needed as her mouth worked me into my first female induced orgasm. I couldn't believe how good it felt and I did my best to get Mary off. 

When she finally came, I could taste her juices as they flowed from her vagina. I just kept licking her intimate hole until she stopped shaking.

When it was obvious that we were done, I whispered a big thank you to Mary. When I suggested that Roy was probably ready for them to leave Mary wrapped her naked body around me and said he had already left.

I must have looked confused as she turned out the light and said that Roy had already left to go to his girl-friend's house and that she would be spending the night. When I asked, she said that she was used to it and that Roy always came home.

Over the next few months Mary and I hung out by the pool together on a daily basis. We spent a lot of nights together as the guys rarely asked us for sex.

When I was eight months pregnant, Roger came home from work one day to tell me that Fred had called to ask about me. Having only Mary as my contact to the world, I was always interested when Roger threw me a bit of his day. I asked what he had told Fred.

Roger told me that Fred would be in town next week and he was wondering if you would be willing to meet him. I told Roger to stop teasing me because there was no way I was going to hide my belly and not look like a knocked up whore.

Roger said that only mattered until Fred signed the contract. He told me that he had let slip that I was 8 months pregnant but that I would love to meet with him.

Sure enough, Roger was still calling all the shots regarding who I slept with. I met Fred at the same place the very next Friday. He was sitting at our table as I walked in. Like a gentleman, he assisted me in getting my fat ass onto the seat and my belly stuck between the chair and the table.

During the small talk that ensued, Fred asked me what had happened and I told him it was an unplanned accident. He was smart enough to leave it at that. After telling me that my belly was a bit of a turn on, he blushed a little as he said that it had been years since his wife was pregnant and if he promised not to be rough, would I join him in his room.

Knowing what that meant, I couldn't remember if Roger had told me to fuck Fred or not. Feeling a need for some male attention I managed to get myself unstuck as I stood and without saying a word took Fred by the hand and headed for the elevators.

When we got to his room, I closed the door as he turned down the bed. I put my arms around his neck and said I don't feel very sexy but if my fat ass and stomach didn't turn you off, I would like to take you to bed.

Only if you let me undress you was Fred's reply to which I readily agreed.

After a long kiss, Fred had me stand I front of him as he lifted my oversized blouse over my head. He then kissed me again as he reached behind and released my oversized tits from their tight binding. Realizing how big my chest was, Fred tenderly took first one and then the other tit into his warm mouth and sucked my nipples till they were hard little nubs.

Fred got on his knees as he took the elephant size waistband of my pregnant pants and pulled them down my legs and over the feet that I hadn't seen in weeks. He then tenderly removed my huge panties and stroked my pussy as he helped me climb onto the bed. As Fred got undressed, I crawled on all fours to the center of the bed and then rolled onto my back.

Fred spent hours reacquainting himself with my body. I kept insisting that I was repulsive and he kept saying I looked radiant and that he wished it was his baby.

Without causing any damage or pain, he provided pleasure in a way that I had been badly missing. Mary did her best but Roger would have nothing to do with me and the few times Roy fucked me I couldn't get off on his I only care about Roy attitude.

I ended up calling Roger to tell him I wanted to spend the rest of the night with Fred. I had been very careful since my initial beating for wearing under ware to make sure that I didn't make Roger mad. He just told me to have fun.

I was glowing when I looked in the mirror the next morning. I had that glow of a new mommy and also the glow of being thoroughly fucked. I was grateful to Fred for giving me a sexual release and I was glad that I had been able to fulfill his fat girl fantasy.

About a week later, my water broke and Roger rushed me to the hospital where I delivered a healthy eight pound boy. He was taken from my arms before I could even look to see if he looked like anyone I could remember from my time with Sammy, and I never saw him or Mary again. I also knew that like me, Mary wasn't leaving by choice.

After suffering the loss of my child and my only real friend, I spent a week feeling sorry for myself. For the first time in almost a year my thoughts drifted to Richard and what had become of the only man I loved. As I also thought about the dozens of men that had used me I finally decided that if my looks were the only thing I had, then I dam well better lose this baby fat and get in shape. 

I spent hours a day working hard on my body. Within weeks, I had my tummy back and the baby had done no real harm in the way of stretch marks. I had worn the posts thru my nipples during my pregnancy, but the accompanying jewelry had become too painful after my fourth month so I put it away. I took it out and started wearing it in the hopes that Roger would notice.




Blackmail Ch. 03



He wasn't what I wanted but Roger was all I was allowed to have and I was beginning to miss him. He would be gone over night on a regular basis. The only part of him that I had was this big empty house and the ring that I could ware now that my fingers had regained their shape. I always had the feeling that he was checking up to be sure I was being a good girl, but he never wanted me in his bed even after I worked so hard to get my figure back. I was to the point where I would beg him to let me give him a blow job and still he ignored me. I almost wished he would give me to strangers again. 

Just as I started thinking that he must have a girlfriend he completely blew me away and took me to his bed every night for about 10 days. It was the happiest I had been since my night with Fred.

Just when I began to think of him as mine, he left for three days. I was jealous and I missed him terribly as I was again alone in his big house. I continued to work on my body and on my all over tan almost as an escape. 

On the fourth morning Roger came home and handed me a pair of skin tight shorts and a bikini bra. He told me we had an errand to run and that I should be ready to go in ten minutes. As we drove into town Roger appeared to be in a pretty good mood but I didn't dare ask him where we were going for fear that he would think I was questioning him.

I cringed as we pulled up in front of the tattoo body piercing store. I didn't argue this time. I obediently followed Roger into the store. This time the artist had to excuse himself to go find my file. He came from the back room and said OK are we putting holes in her pussy or are we branding her today. It was obviously not going to be my choice but they didn't need to talk as if I was a wall flower.

I found out that the artists name was Dwayne. He was a light skinned black man in very good shape. He carried about 180 pounds on his frame of probably just less than 6 feet tall. I also found out that I was getting the matching jewelry for my pussy in addition to the brand on my chest.

I quietly sat in the chair as instructed after peeling off my shorts. I placed my feet in the stirrups and just let the contraption spread my legs to give Dwayne a place to work. He was very concerned that the holes in my pussy be placed in the desired position. He would hold the needle to my flesh as he asked Roger and the two other men in the shop for their opinion. When the four men finally agreed, I felt a sharp pinch as Dwayne drove the little steel posts thru my skin.

With that done, Dwayne attached the dangling jewelry with Roger's name to the posts. I was too sore down there to try and put my shorts back on so I let Dwayne remove my top and move me to the chair in the store window used for chest tattoos. I walked bow legged to keep from rubbing against my sore pussy.

Sitting in the window, Dwayne used the paper version of what he was going to etch on my left tit to get the guys to agree on the exact placement. Roger demanded it be directly over my heart so Dwayne began his artistry by holding my left tit and using his gun to place the heart about an inch above my left nipple.

Just before Dwayne started etching Rogers name on my breast Roger turned to Dwayne and said that I would pay him when the work was done. He had to run a few errands and he told me to be waiting out front when he got back. I tried to tell Roger that I had no money but he didn't seem to hear me as he went out the door.

While Dwayne worked, I realized that Roger knew the only thing I had to pay with was my body. I also realized that a bunch of people had gathered in front of the big window. I don't think they were only there to admire Dwayne's artistry and I started feeling a bit uncomfortable sitting naked in front of all these people.

I also had time to realize that my pussy was pretty sore and I doubted wither I could get Dwayne's cock past the new posts. I also knew that a blow job wasn't going to pay this bill so as Dwayne worked; I got up the courage to ask him if I had to pay him today.

He whispered that he had been paid for services with pussy before and he really didn't care how I felt. Ten minutes later, we were in the store room with Dwayne's black cock buried in my pussy and me screaming, first in pain and then for Dwayne to fuck me harder.

As I stood outside the store waiting for Roger two old men that had witnessed my humiliation came up and told me I was beautiful. Looking down at the top of the heart and the name branded into my left tit, I asked the men if they had enjoyed the show. The older one said that he would have liked to have seen more of my pussy but that putting a man's name permanently into my skin was probably not a good idea.

Seeing no sign of Roger, I decided to give these guys a thrill. I undid my shorts and asked the older guy if he would like to touch my new jewelry. I had to kind of push his hand down into my shorts, but he smiled real nice as he fingered my new posts.

I didn't stop him when he forced a finger into my soggy hole, but I did stop him when he started pulling on my sore lips.

I then let his young Hispanic friend put his hand down my shorts. I was on the verge of orgasm when Roger pulled up in front. I removed my intruders hand and without buttoning my shorts, climbed in the car next to my husband. 

He angrily yanked my top off and looked at his creation as he said what the fuck do you think you were doing. I tried to explain that the free feel was all in fun and he angrily told me that he didn't appreciate me deciding who I could share my cunt with. Knowing I was in trouble, I tried to tell him that it was just a finger. He wouldn't hear my plea and told me that I needed to be punished.

Based on the only other punishment I had been given, I knew this would be painful and I started begging him not to hurt me. He tossed my top out the window and told me to shut up.

He slammed the front door behind him as he half carried me into the den. Already half naked, he ripped off my shorts and had me get on my knees. Instead of telling me to give him a blow

Job, he told me to open my mouth as he pulled out his cock. He violently fucked my mouth and shot his load deep in my throat.

In horror I watched as he pulled out the same little belt with the metal clips. I shook in terror as I offered up my right breast as instructed and held it there while he struck me with all his strength until my right breast was a swollen bloody mess. In spite of my begging, he had me present my left breast complete with the heart and he beet it as well.

As I rolled on the floor in pain holding my tits to stop the bleeding, Roger took out what appeared to be a whip and some hand cuffs.

He pulled my hands from my bloody chest and used the handcuffs to fasten them to two ropes hanging from the ceiling. When I was right where he wanted me, I heard the noise of the whip as it split the air and came crashing painfully across my bare back. Having no way to stop the beating, I stood there with my hands tied over my head, my tits bleeding and my husband lashing me time and time again as he kept saying it was not up to me who got into my pants. I must have passed out because the next thing I knew, Roger was standing me in front of the big guest room mirror. He told me I was a mess as he made me look at the welts across my back. He then dumped me into bed and left.

When I woke, I was so sore in so many places that I couldn't move. It took me two days to manage to fill the tub and soak my wounds. Finally able to bare the pain, I went down and ate for the first time in three days. I couldn't bear to look in the mirror, but I forced myself to look in order to apply the ointment on my welts. I wondered if this time he had gone too far. I had been stripped of my choices, my dignity, my transportation, my husband and my child. I was still waiting to get knocked up so that I could have another child taken from me but I was fast losing my will to fight. 

After suffering through the week, Roger finally came home about the same time a week after my punishment. He came to my room and told me that I would be joining him in bed tonight. Just as I thought I could somehow make him ok, he said Emily; I am truly disappointed in you. After all I have done for you and you let some stranger into your pants. I want you to tell me how sorry you are and then I want you in my room in 5 minutes.

I pulled myself together as best I could and said Roger, you were right to punish me for my indiscretion. I deserve to be dealt with severely for allowing another man into my pants. Please forgive me. I will obey you in the future and will follow your demands to the best of my humble abilities. Can I please join you in your bed so that I can tell you just how sorry I am?

Without as much as a smile he had me follow him to his room. He turned as I entered his room and said I want you to meet my girlfriend Linda. In horror, I looked at this naked little girl sitting in the middle of Roger's bed. She couldn't be a day over eighteen and the only reason I thought that was that Roger was too smart to get caught fucking a minor.

I walked to the bed, put out my hand, shook hands with Linda and said glad to meet you.

As sore as I was, I managed to get thru the night doing everything Roger asked both to him and to his girlfriend. I faked a few orgasms as I allowed both Roger and Linda to use my body.

For the next few days, the three of us spent nights in bed together and Linda and I spent the days waiting for Roger. Linda told me she was three months past her 18th birthday. She was absolutely stunning with long reddish blond hair, truly soft skin and long legs. She told me she was 5'2 103 pounds. It concerned me because her breasts looked like they needed a training bra and her hips appeared to be that of a young girl, not a woman.

I tried to hint at questions about her free choice but I couldn't ask outright for fear that Roger would find out. In spite of the fact that she was more than 7 years my junior; we got along really well together.

After about a week, Roger kept Linda in his room at night but wouldn't allow me to join them. This went on for months with my only contact with the male organ being when Roger would send me to fuck a client or friend.

Roger went out of his way to find little indiscretions to punish me for. He didn't whip me again, but he would do things like tie me to a post and leave me there for a few days or he would make me stay up all night to scrub floors. The only time he even acknowledged me as human was when he would put my left tit on display for his friends but then he would make me tell him that I was sorry he had to punish me. I had two permanent scares in my left tit and half a dozen permanent lines across my back and I was told to say how sorry I was for making Roger mark my perfect skin.

Some of his other changes included making me take ice baths for not making diner to his standard or making me stand in front of him till I couldn't hold it any more. He would then have me clean my pee off the floor with my tongue as he fucked Linda in front of me.

He started finding more and more men to give me to. He told me that he was trying to get me knocked up but I had the distinct feeling that he was whoring me out for a price as I ended up meeting more and more men in pretty sleazy motels.

One man in his late fifties seemed to be a regular. I would go to his room about twice a month and we would watch porn films. He would then expect me to do exactly what the porn star had done for him and his friends. 

Another man I met about once a month had a tit fetish. At first he just wanted to tit fuck me, but then he built up to binding my breasts until they turned blue. He would place clamps on my nipples and stick my swollen breasts into ice water or hot water as I cried in pain. Another favorite was to stick little needles into my soft breast skin and watching little spots of my blood escaped thru the holes.

When I got home Roger would always look for marks on my body and then find an appropriate punishment for me as he pocketed his pimp fees.

On very rare occasions he would send Linda to meet a client or to join me. That all ended when Linda got pregnant with Rogers child.

Not understanding that my life had just changed forever, I took to acting like Linda's mother. I got her thru her morning sickness and I did her chores in addition to my own.

I didn't understand until about two months later when Roger invited Roy and Mary for diner to meet Linda. 

After letting me think I would see my son he had me fix diner and clean house. Roger then packed my things in a small case as he had me give my ring to Linda and told me to get out. I pleaded that I had no money and nowhere to go. After two years of captivity, I told Roger that I didn't know anyone and I had no way to pay my way. He told me that I was a whore and that I should sell my body to pay my way. 

I walked down the street a free woman.



Blackmail Ch. 03



*****

As soon as they reached Ambrosia’s townhouse, he ordered Pig to bring a bath up to her room. While they waited he sat on one of the chairs by the fire and cradled her in his lap. He vowed never to let her out of his sight. It was pure dumb luck that he was able to kill Barrington and bring Ambrosia safely home.

Soon Pig brought in the huge bathtub and had it filled with good, hot water. Mike relieved Ambrosia of the blanket that Ben found in Barrington’s estate, and then stripped off his own clothes to join her. She hadn’t spoken to him the whole way home. Instead she was staring distantly off into space, almost as if her soul had left her body. 

What she had seen over at that place of horrors, Mike could only guess at. He hugged her to him and kissed her hair, rocking her back and forth in the tub.

“Please, love, snap out of it. Talk to me, tell me what happened.” He pleaded with her.

As if realizing where she was she jolted in a sitting position and looked at him. “I let a woman die, Mike. I was not able to save her.” Tears streamed from her eyes.

“Hush. You didn’t let anyone die. There was nothing you could have done. The one responsible for the death was Barrington and he’s no longer in the land of the living.” 

“You see this?” She pointed at the dried blood on her neck. “This is her blood…he put that collar with her blood on me…I could have….” 

Mike turned her fully to kneel facing him. He gently wiped away the tears from her cheeks and then kissed her eyes. 

“You are not to blame. Never blame yourself for what happened.”

With firm resolve she raised her head. “Help me erase this night from my mind, erase his touch from my breast. Help me erase the feeling of his disgusting dick from within me.”

Without a word he took the washcloth that was left on a nearby chair. He dunked it in the warm water and started to wash the blood of her face and neck. When that was done, he turned her around and urged her to lean back against him. Taking the lavender scented soap from the chair, he lathered the washcloth. With great care, he removed the dried blood from her neck then dunked the cloth to rinse it out and lathered it again. He caressed her breasts with the cloth next, taking great care to cover the whole area, moving on to her stomach and stopping just above her pubic region.

Mike coaxed her to switch places with him so that he could get to her legs. With each one he started with the foot, making sure to clean between each toe and gently massaged her arches. Then he worked his way up to her calves and thighs, stopping just short of the place she needed him most.

He plunged the cloth under the water to get to her opening. First he rubbed her folds gently for a while. She moaned with the sweet pleasure of it. Her head leaned back against the rim of the tub. Each limb was weighted down with relaxation, the tension just oozed out of her under the skilled touch of Mike. Satisfied that he completely cleaned the outside, he wrapped the washcloth around his index finger and gradually eased it into her and smiled at the audible catch to her breath. With infinite care he started to move it in and out of her. 

It only took seconds for her body to start writhing in pleasure. Her hands no longer lethargic gripped the edge of the tub in a white knuckled grip. The moans and groans from her started to pick up tempo and she arched her back just before she screamed her final release. She slumped back down in the tub replete and in a dreamy state where no bad memories could reach her. 

Her eyes silted open, and a sultry smile lazily spread across her lips. She reached her right hand behind his head and pulled him toward her for a passionate kiss. Her tongue lightly played at the seam of his lips, willing them to open. When they parted slightly, she took full advantaged and plunged her tongue into his awaiting mouth. 

She pulled back gradually, tugging in his lip and then kissing the corners of his lips. Ambrosia’s hands roamed his body a little desperately, trying to reassure her that he was real and right in front of her. Then finally she reached the part of him that begged desperately for her touch. Her hand wrapped around the head and then slowly glided all the way down, relearning the feel of him. Mike grew harder in her hand, wet silk on the outside and hard steel on the inside. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw in an effort to keep his control. She reached his balls and gently squeezed them. 

Her head went down and licked the top half of his shaft that stuck out of the water, gently biting the head. He brought her up and laid her back against the tub, entering her in one swift thrust. Ambrosia let out a pent up breath and started to meet him thrust for thrust. The speed grew wild and animalistic. The water splashed out side the tub, coating the floors. When they couldn’t take it anymore, she screamed his name and he groaned hers. Her spasms milked his length until the very last drop and then continued on for a little while longer. 

He moved beside her in the tub, nudging her over. Mike was able to gain sanity first and stood up from the tub. Stepping out, he reached for the towel on the chair and toweled himself off. Then he picked up the other towel. He reached out a hand to Ambrosia, which she gladly took. Then he wrapped the towel around her. Effortlessly, he lifted her out of the tub and started to dry her off. 

A little later on, and a short nap later, Mike woke to wonder where his next job will be. Obviously he wasn’t going to see a bit of that money Barrington was going to pay him and now he had to buy two tickets on a boat back to America. His dream for a ranch would have to wait a bit longer.

“What are you thinking about?” A sleep slurred voice beside him asked.

He turned his head and smiled at the well-loved woman. “Just wondering where my next job will be.”

She gave him a puzzled look. “Whatever do you mean?”

“I won’t be getting paid for this trip. Barrington is dead and he’s the one who hired me. With the money he was going to give me, I would have had more than enough for a ranch with livestock.”

Ambrosia began to chuckle. “You will not have to work any more jobs if you do not want to.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because, my dear, I have more then enough money you will ever need. Enough for three ranches anyway. I will gladly give you the money you need and then put the rest in a trust for our children.”

Mike gave her a flabbergasted look. “I thought all the blackmail money went to all those charities and schools you started.”

“Oh yes it did, but you are forgetting my husband. He was ungodly rich and since he married me and had no sons, his fortune went to me.”

“I guess that only leaves us with one problem then.” Mike sighed in dismay.

“Problem?”

He rolled over on top of her and kissed her soundly. “The simple act we must go through to be married.”

She giggled at him. “A little later. After I take care of your problem.” 



Blackmail Ch. 04



Mary was panicking as the cop looked at her through the open window. "I asked you to get out of the car, miss. Don't make it hard for yourself."

"I can't, officer; honestly, I can't."

"You have a disability?"

"No, but you don't understand. This is my car. I have the papers here in my bag." She suddenly realized what she had said. Her bag had disappeared from her office along with her spare rain coat.

"Look, miss, I'm asking you for the last time; please get out of the car."

"I can't, officer; please, I can't."

"Why can't you?"

"Because I've got no clothes on."

The officer smiled and looked into the car. "You mean there's nothing under that map, only you?" Mary nodded.

"Do you realize that it's an offence to appear naked in a public place?"

"Of course I do, but it's not my fault; someone stole my clothes."

"How could they steal your clothes? You mean they made you strip?"

"No, I was showering at work, and when I came out, they were gone," she lied. "They took my bag as well. That's why I have no papers." The cop smiled and scratched his head. "Well, miss, I have heard some tall stories in my time, but yours is one of the best. We have had a report that this car is stolen and you have no papers to show otherwise. So you either get out or I will have to make you get out. You thought taking your clothes off would get you out of this. It won't work with me, so out."

The cop gripped the door handle and pulled it open. Mary cried out, and grabbed for the door with one hand while trying to hold the road map around her with the other. But now the cop was beginning to loose his cool with her, and he jerked the door even harder. With a cry, Mary was pulled out of the car and tumbled into the road a mass of naked limbs still desperately trying to cover herself with the map.

The cop looked down at her and laughed. "I'm sorry, miss. I thought you were making it all up. Here, let me give you a hand." And with that he reached down, gripping her wrist, and pulled her up to her feet.

Mary stood there for the second time that day exposed to a total stranger: well, almost. Sitting down, the map had been adequate, but standing it was a different matter. It was a case of covering her breasts or her pussy. The map just wasn't big enough to do both jobs.

The cop looked at the attractive young woman in front of him. He could see she was distressed by the situation, but finding an extremely attractive naked young woman driving a car was not something you came across every day, and he wasn't going to let her get away so easily even if she weren't guilty of anything. He looked at her and noticed that her nipples were poking over the map. Yes, she has nice perky nipples, he thought to himself. Mary saw where he was looking and tried to cover them, but this only exposed her down below. 

"I just need to take some details from you," he said taking out a note book from his rear pocket and flipping it open. Just then a motorist came past and hooted on his horn. The cop looked after him. "I think you had better come and sit in my car. We can't have you exposing yourself to everyone." 

He pointed in the direction of his car and Mary moved slowly towards it, glad in one way not to be exposed to every passer by, but the problem was in turning and walking towards his car. She now exposed her rear to the cop who immediately felt a stirring. She was some attractive lady and she certainly had a nice arse on her. He opened the rear door and watched her slide in to the back of the car, and then he secured the door and walked around and got in the drivers seat. 

"Okay, now, let's start with your name."

"Mary Ellis," she replied in a low voice.

"Well, Mary Ellis, if that's your real name, you have nothing on you to prove it. Let's see what we've got here: for one, driving a stolen car."

"It's not stolen; it's my car," Mary shouted at him.

"It may be, but at this moment you can't prove it. Two: naked in a public place."

"That's not my fault. My clothes were stolen."

"And you can't say by whom?"

She shook her head.

"So I guess we need to take you down to the police station and get things sorted out there." 

At this, Mary panicked. "You can't do that while I'm in this state. Everyone will see me."

The cop nodded and smiled. "Yes, I'm sure they will, and there are a lot of cops down there."

"You must be able to do something."

"I could check things up on the radio, but that will take time. It's all effort and what do I get out of it?" 

Mary shrugged.

"Tell you what, little lady, just lay that map aside and let me get a good look at you while I check things out, and if you check out okay, I will let you go."

Mary looked at him a little shocked. "You mean sit here naked?"

He nodded. "You are not far off that now, and I think I've already seen all the bits, but it would be nice to get an unrestricted look."

Mary grimaced. It was just one damn thing after another. She had to either completely expose her body to this guy, or be taken down to the station and probably be exposed to she knew not how many. Again, she knew she was beaten. She slowly slid the map away from her body and laid it on the seat beside her. Now she was exposing everything to the searching eyes of the cop.

Again she felt that new found thrill as she totally exposed herself to a stranger. The cop never took his eyes off her body as he made inquiries over the radio. At last he turned to her and smiled. "I guess you have been telling me the truth, miss. It appears someone has tried to set you up. But it's not too clever to drive around the streets with no clothes on. You never know who might be about," he said with a big smile. "If I were you, I'd get home as quickly as possible."

He got out of the car and opened the door for her. She slid out of the rear seat trying not to display too much, but it's not easy to get out of a car very ladylike when you have no clothes on. 

"Can I take my map?" she inquired.

The cop smiled and nodded. She reached in and picked it up, holding it in front of her. She smiled at the cop and made her way back to her own car giving him another look at her naked rear view. He smiled to himself. Well, the job did have some perks. Then he waved to Mary as she quickly drove away.

At last she got home without any more incidents and was glad to be back in the safety of her home. She was just calming down when the mobile rang. She picked it up with some reluctance; he didn't want more from her tonight? She really hoped not.

"Did you enjoy your trip home, Mary?"

She gasped. Had he been watching? 

"Joe, that's the name of the cop who pulled you over, thanks you for your interesting display."

"You knew about it?"

Sure, I know everything that goes on. Joe's a friend of mine and I owed him a favor."

"You really are a bastard, you know." She felt he was smiling.

"Well, I just thought it would be a bit of fun. So anyway, have a good night and I will call you tomorrow."

Mary was feeling hot and dirty after her experience with the cop. She couldn't believe it had all been a set up. She made her way to the shower and spent time under the stinging sprays. 

In the privacy of her own bedroom, she slipped naked between the cool sheets. She suddenly thought about Bob. He had not contacted her today. Was he trying to keep himself out of things? She picked up her phone and dialed his number.

"Hello there, Mary," he said when he heard her voice. "Sorry I haven't contacted you, but it's been a busy day. Has he contacted you again?" 

He listened as she recited the story of her latest escapade. When she had finished, there was silence for a moment at the other end of the line.

"I can't believe you went along with it," he said at last.

"Well, what am I supposed to do? You know what he said he will do if I don't do as he asks, and neither of us wants to take the risk of him going through with that threat."

"I can't thank you enough," Bob said. "I'll make it up to you when it's over. How are you coping?" Mary smiled to herself. Should she tell him she was beginning to enjoy the whole thing? That even though she was finding it humiliating and somewhat degrading, she was certainly getting turned on by what she was being asked to do? 

Her hand slid down under the bed clothes and she found her pussy warm and already beginning to feel wet. "It's been awful," she lied. "Being naked down in the archives with those two lads there, and being pulled naked out of the car with that cop seeing everything was just too much."

Just thinking about it again made her slip her fingers inside her moist pussy. "I could do with you being over here," she told him.

"I bet you could. I'm sorry I can't be there with you. I feel a little jealous about that cop seeing you naked."

"He made me sit there in the car with him, totally naked, and he never stopped looking at me. It was awful."

She bit her lips to suppress a groan, just thinking about it, as she thrust her fingers in even deeper. She could hear Bob making sympathetic comments, but she was no longer listening. Her hand was working furiously between her legs. At last, with a cry, she came, dropping the phone on the floor. She leaned over and picked it up in time to here Bob asking her if she were alright.

"I'm sorry," she said with a smile. "I had a bit of a coughing fit and I dropped the phone."

She was feeling a little more relaxed now, and she continued to chat with him for awhile. 

Before ringing off, they arranged to meet up for lunch at Mario's, their favorite restaurant, the following day.

The ringing of the mobile phone awakened her the following morning. She picked it up and checked the number; it was him. She clicked it on.

"Good morning, Mary. I hope you slept well."

"I might have if you had not woke me up."

"I just needed to catch you before you got up. I have your instructions for today."

She took a deep breath. What was he going to think of for her torment today?

"Have you any plans for today? I don't want to interfere with them."

"No, nothing apart from work. Oh, and I've arranged to meet someone for lunch."

"Bob?"

"Yes."

"Oh, good, that will fit in well. Today we will take you a little further."

Mary wondered where that could be. She had nearly been caught naked at work, and had to parade herself naked before a traffic cop. What more was there? 

"I thought we might try it out today with a little less clothing: let's say just your jacket and skirt."

"I can't!" she said, alarmed at the thought, but instantly after she had said it she knew it wasn't up to her.

"Of course you can. You will still be completely covered. Only you and I will know that you are wearing nothing under your suit; well, for the start at least."

She could almost imagine him grinning when he made this comment.

"I'll call you later, Mary. Just follow my instructions and we'll get along fine. Actually, I think you are beginning to enjoy our little relationship." At this the phone went dead.

Mary lay back on the pillow. She knew he was right. She was excited by the humiliation, wondering what was going to happen next. It wasn't like doing something naughty of your own free will; this was domination. This man, whoever he was, had control over her. She had to bend to his wishes. She lay for a moment looking at the clock. Then she slipped out of bed and made her way to the shower.

It had been uncomfortable when she was allowed to wear her blouse under the suit, but now that was gone. She felt more exposed. The suit had only three buttons, and the top one was located between her breasts so without a blouse, she was exposing an interesting display of her ample cleavage. She thought about trying to get away with a scarf, but she knew if she displeased him she might have to pay for her indiscretion.

Walking in to the office block, she could not help but notice where the eyes of the security man were focused as she stood in front of his desk to sign in. She felt hot and embarrassed. She tugged her jacked closer together as she made her way to the lift.

Again, walking to her office, she felt all eyes were on her, and she was glad when she was able to close the door. As she sat down in her seat, she felt her hardened nipples rubbing against the material of her jacket.

During the morning, she had to put up with the obvious stares of several guys who came into her office on the pretext of checking invoices and delivery notes. She guessed that the word had gone around that there was an interesting sight to be seen in Mary's office. Of course, the attention of all theses guys was having its effects on her. Her stiff nipples ached and she knew she was juicing up. In the end, she had to get herself to the privacy of the ladies rest room, and once in the cubical, she was able to relieve herself.

She felt a little less stressed out when she finally emerged. She washed up and checked her make up. She glanced at her watch. It was almost lunchtime and time for her meeting with Bob.

Mario's was as usual busy with the lunch time trade. It provided good food with speedy service and was much used by many of the office workers in the area. Bob was already there when Mary arrived. He waved to her from a table in the window. As she made her way through the crowded tables, she did not fail to notice the many admiring glances she was getting from most of the male customers. When she took her seat, she noticed that Bob's eyes were instantly drawn to the interesting display of cleavage she was showing, 

He smiled. "A little daring?"

Mary grimaced. "It's you know whose idea." She leaned over the table, giving an even better view of what she had on show. "It may surprise you to know that thanks to you, my suit is all I am bloody well wearing." 

Bob shrugged. "You can't blame it all on to me. You were a willing partner, and anyway, how was I to know that some pervert was watching us?" 

Mary shook her head. "I don't know where it's going to end. He keeps coming up with these ideas, and I usually finish up naked in a public place."

Bob smiled and reached over the table and took her hand. He squeezed it. "Well, I know it must be hard for you, but as long as you go along with him, at least our jobs are safe."

Mary smiled. "It's alright for you. It's me who is having to do these things. I'm sure everyone is beginning to notice. I've had creeps coming into my office all morning with stupid queries just to get a look down my neck line." 

A smile cracked Bob's face and he nodded. "Well, it is a very attractive neckline."

Mary just shook her head and picked up the menu. She was just about to start reading it when her mobile rang. She picked up the phone and checked the number. "It's him," she said, looking across at Bob.

She put the phone to her ear. "I hope you are going to enjoy your lunch. The food's very good in Mario's."

God, she thought to herself, does this guy know everything about her?

"I hear on the grapevine that your outfit caused a bit of a stir in the office this morning, Got some of the guys quite excited. We must think about taking things a step further at some stage. But on with today. I noticed that Bob seemed to like the way you are dressed."

She looked around a little startled. If he knew that, he must be some where close by, but she could see no one with a phone. 

"I think we should give him a treat, so what I want you to do is to slowly open the three buttons on your jacket." 

"I'm not stripping in here. You can do what you want. That is going too far."

"I'm not asking you to strip in such a public place. Well, not today anyway; just asking you to open the buttons. When you've done that, I just want you to sit and enjoy your meal. Oh, and by the way, you can't adjust the jacket in any way, or refasten the buttons until you get back to your office block. Bon apatite, Mary." And with that the phone went dead.

"What did he want?" Bob inquired.

"This," she said, slipping open the first button, and as Bob stared, she slowly opened the other two. Her jacket gaped open displaying in detail that she was not wearing anything under it. Bob could see clearly the interesting valley and the swell of her firm breasts. Luckily the jacket was a little loose on her so it did not altogether display her breasts: that is, as long as she didn't move too quickly.

When Mario came for their order, she saw him do a double take at her little display. Then he even leaned closer for a better look as he described recommended items on the menu to her. It was difficult for Mary to contend with the jacket. She had to be careful as she lifted her glass of wine or put a fork of food in her mouth. Every action caused the jacket to gape even wider if only for a moment, and on more than one occasion, her erect nipples were on open display.

She could not help but notice several of the other customers glancing in her direction, and it seemed that Bob was also enjoying her little display. For Mary, it had been hard to comply with her tormentor's wishes. The thought of displaying herself in such a public place horrified her. But after the initial shock she found herself beginning to enjoy the sensation.

Yes, her tormentor had certainly found her hidden weakness. She was becoming an exhibitionist. With this new found excitement, she now began to relax and enjoy herself. She even began to feel she wanted to be seen by strangers, and at one stage when their ever attentive waiter asked her if she required more wine, she turned to face him allowing one breast to totally escape from its concealment. The look on his face made her shudder and she had to squeeze her thighs together. Her action was not missed by several of the customers who nudged their partners and indicated in her direction.

She didn't usually drink too much at lunch time, but today she needed it. Bob was a little surprised when she asked the waiter for a second bottle. What with the wine and her teasing display, Mary was feeling more than a little horny, continually pressing her thighs together to put exquisite pressure on her pussy. When the meal was over and the waiter brought the cheque, Bob gave them his credit card and said to Mary he needed to go to the men's room before they left.

Mary smiled as she watched him thread his way through the tables towards the rest rooms. Then suddenly she got up from the table and followed him. Men glanced up as she passed their tables. She no longer cared that her jacket was open and was giving them exciting glimpses of her breasts as she passed them.

She pushed through the door leading to the rest rooms, and paused for a moment in front of the door with the sign Men on it. Then she pushed it open and stepped inside. The place was empty apart from Bob, standing before a urinal. He glanced over his shoulder and saw her standing there.

He gasped. "You shouldn't be in here."

She nodded. "I know, but I want some of what you have in your hand."

"What, now?"

"Yes, right now. I can't wait." 

She stood there legs slightly apart with her hands resting on her hips. She moved them around; her action opened up the jacket and displayed her breasts. Bob recognized how hard her nipples were. She was certainly in heat. He saw her flick open the clip on her skirt and ease the zip down. The skirt fell to the floor, and she kicked it away. She stood there before him in just her jacket and heels.

"I need fucking," she said huskily.

Bob struggled to get his cock back into his pants. It was becoming a problem as it was steadily becoming erect. At last he managed to stow it away. He grabbed Mary by the hand and bungled her into a cubical, closing the door behind them and sliding the latch closed.

Mary grabbed for him, pulling him to her, kissing him wetly while she thrust her body urgently up against him, feeling the hardness of his cock pressing against her stomach. With one hand she struggled to unfasten his belt and slide her hand into his pants. She wrapped her fingers around the hard length of his cock and squeezed. 




Blackmail Ch. 04



As I walked I thought of Richard and all that I had lost. I made up my mind to get it all back. I somehow knew that the local police would somehow protect Roger and I knew that I needed some money.

That night, I stood on the corner and sold my pussy to seven men as I pocketed four hundred dollars. It was the first time I had touched money in two years. Risking being arrested for prostitution and knowing that I had been letting Roger sell my body for all that time. I decided that if I slept in the park and used only the minimum to feed myself, if I worked every night for a week, I could get a bus to California in a week with 2 or 3 thousand in my pocket. I just had to be careful because I would probably only get one shot at this. Selling myself to strangers was not a good start but at least I got to choose who did what to me and I got to keep the money. I reasoned that it was no different than what I had been forced to do. In fact I justified it by saying this was buying back part of what had been taken from me.

Without ID, I couldn't get on a plane and without the first thought as to how to get ID when I had nothing I could focus only on making enough money to go find Richard. 

A week from the day that I walked out his front door, I was a free woman on my way to California to find my husband.

Sleeping where I could for the past week and bathing in open restrooms, I was dirty and tired. I did a load of laundry and bought a bus ticket to Los Angeles. Roger packed some of my sluttiest outfits and no under ware. Just before getting on the bus I bought three sets of cheap panties and bras. I felt that the simple purchase was part of me regaining what had been taken from me. 

I had $2500 in my pocket and I wanted to leave the last two years and all the humiliation behind me. The only man that I wanted in my pants was Richard. I spent the three day trip catching up on my sleep and dreaming of finding a way to get Richard to forgive me.

Upon arrival I learned that LA was a big city. I found a room for rent and set out to find Richard. After a week in LA I was already down to $1500. I had called every R. Thomas in the book. I went to the library and looked for him on the internet. Just as I was about to give up, I saw this huge construction project with a big banner adverting "Construction by Richard Thomas Inc.

I found a paper and pencil and wrote down the number. As soon as I could find a phone I called the number and instead of asking for Richard I asked for their address. I knew my chances of convincing Richard to take me back were better if I could just talk to him in person.

I paid the $80 cab fare because the bus would take too long and I couldn't wait another minute. The cab dropped me outside the office of Richard Thomas Inc. I thought that my best option would be to tell Richard the truth, including anything he wanted to know about my last two years. I couldn't hide from the truth of what I had done and I couldn't ask for forgiveness without telling him everything.

Dressed in one of my more modest outfits and with holes in my shoes, I still looked like a hooker, but I had no choice. It was now or never.

As I walked thru the front door I took a deep breath and asked the receptionist if I could have a moment with Richard. Giving me the once over as a low life, she asked my name. Without thinking that I might be giving him a heads up to avoid me I said my name is Emily. Emily Thomas.

Before she finished announcing me, Richard came bolting thru the door. Before I could say a word, he took me in his arms and kissed me. He told the receptionist to cancel his appointments for the day and he ushered me out to a shiny new BMW Convertible.

As he drove he said Emily, I have missed you so much. As I tried to explain, Richard said don't say a word. You can tell me all about it later. Right now I just want to take you home. I have done well but I missed having you with me to share my life with you.

Richard had a beautiful home on a culdi-sac in a town called Hermosa Beach. He pulled into the garage and led me into the house. He laid out a pair of shorts and a comfortable blouse along with under ware that was my size as he said you look great I was hoping you would one day need these clothes I saved for you.He said take all the time you need to shower and freshen up. Then I want to take you for the best steak diner in town. I still hadn't said a word but Richard sat nervously in the living room waiting for me.

After devouring two massive steaks Richard with tears in his eyes said I couldn't find you. He said that when I left I was really mad at you. When I mysteriously received three videos of you doing all sorts of vulgar things I knew that if it really was you, you were somehow being forced to do these terrible things. I came rushing back to Kansas but with little money and medication for my ribs making me lose my focus, I went to the police. Even with the videos, I met one dead end after another. For a week or so, your office routinely said you were in meetings. Then they told me you had resigned your position.

Your phone stopped ringing thru and I had the car traced to a used car lot. They had no idea who had sold them the car, but your signature was on the sales document. I had the banks trace your credit cards but in two years no one has used them. Missing persons gave up when the trail went cold. I have been totally lost and I spend all my spare time searching for you. I have been back to Kansas at least a dozen times with leads on your whereabouts only to find another dead end. I have worked like a dog to build a successful company and I can see that you are not wearing my ring. It is my belief that you have been thru enough. There is no need for apologies, and you can take as much time as you need to tell me what happened. I would only ask that you not try to save me or tell me anything but the truth.

We have lost two years and I will leave it to you as to wither you want to forgive those that hurt you, or go to the authorities and make them pay.

I know you told me not to be apologetic but I need you to know that I am sorry I said. I missed you terribly and I had everything from my dignity to my husband and my child taken from me and I want you back. Richard never flinched when I said child. He just said lets go home, we have a lot of time to make up for.

On the ride home we were silent. When we got in the front door, Richard took me in his arms and we shared a long overdue kiss. I finally took a step back and said I need a minute to tell you or show you a few things before we can be intimate.

Not having a clue as to how to start, I asked Richard to bear with me and I reached into my panties and removed the posts in my lips. I handed them to Richard and said that my captor was named Roger. Yes he is the same Roger that I worked for. He had my pussy pierced. I then reached into my bra and one at a time removed the nipple posts and handed them to Richard as I told him that Roger had also gotten my nipples pierced. As he tried to hold me I said that isn't the worst part of it. I unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra as I said, he also branded me as I showed my husband the results of Rogers sick mind on my left breast. I said if it is ok with you I want to spend tonight in your bed making you understand how much I love you. All I have is an address, but tomorrow morning I would love your help in prosecuting this sick man to the fullest extent of the law. 

The next morning I woke to Richard on the internet. He printed everything he could find on Roger and we spent the day learning all we could about this man and his associates.

Within a week, we had the police involved looking at past indiscretions of one Roger Young. It turned out the house was a rental but a few luxury cars were registered to Mr. Young. They were able to piece together a major investigation of missing money at the company that Roger still worked for.

About a week later we were told that his passport had been rescinded and that a missing child named Linda had been missing for six months in Kansas.

Richard hired a detective and located Roger living under the name Roy Young at a hotel in Missouri. Instead of going to the police, Richard hired the same agency well known in tracking and abducting fugitives. 

Three nights later a very large man in leg shackles and hand cuffs was delivered to our front door. Richard in anticipation had a steel cell installed in the basement and we had them deliver Roger to the cell. Without releasing his restraints we left him there to contemplate his situation. He kept yelling that he could pay us well if we would just release him. Without seeing his face, I knew that Roger was in fact our captive. He had soiled himself and slept in it for three days before we decided what to do. Richard and I bought a home in the desert on the way to Vegas. We had a full cellar with steel reinforced concrete blocks built under our house.

In the month that it took to complete the project, Richard would use a garden hose to clean Roger's cage. We kept him in leg shackles bolted to the steel brackets in the floor and had his handcuffs and face mask removed. We fed him thru a slot in the cell wall and we kept him on edge by playing opera music loud enough to keep him from sleeping but also loud enough to drown out his complaining. It took me three days to build up the courage to go to the cellar. With Richard by my side, I went down the stairs and into Rogers view. When he saw me he cursed and said he would kill me. I just smiled and said I am having your brand removed surgically from my chest at the end of the week.

When he spit at me I calmly continued by asking him when he was going to the Cayman Islands for his money. As he continued to curse me I said I guess you have not heard the news lately but in Kansas they have located a pregnant 16 year old child named Linda Jones. She is three months pregnant and they are looking for a Roger Young for statutory rape. He looked at me and smugly said he didn't do it. I asked if he remembered leaving any DNA anywhere.

I then said there was this little discovery at a certain firm you used to work for. Federal authorities say that with a little luck they should be able to recover almost 10 million dollars from island accounts. There is a Mr. Young being indicted for embezzlement to which Roger said I wish them luck.

With Richard silently letting me enjoy my moment, I told Roger that two prominent construction firms in Kansas were being closed by Federal authorities for I think they said Bribing government officials. Owners of both firms were already in custody and oh yeah did I mention they were both named Young. In the footnotes it said something about a one year old little boy is in the process being reunited with his real mother and charges in that incident were also pending.

Roger just kept screaming vulgar things as he tested the strength of his restraints.

I said I know you have the money for a first rate defense in each of these silly cases but your little slut has fixed all that for you. When Roger asked what I meant by that I said over the next two weeks you are going to confess everything you did to me. Then my husband is going to transport you to a little house we just bought. We have some amateur researchers there that are always looking for human volunteers to test their latest drugs. We had to work really hard to convince them that you are human but they finally agreed to let you volunteer.

Since I know that you have not been keeping up on the news, I thought I might update you on two little things that won't be in the news. First is that the company you used to work for has settled for 8.5 million dollars with a very lovely young lady that was held captive for two years by her manager at the firm. Before you get too emotional about that, remember when I told you that your little slut had fixed all your legal problems? When Roger responded by continuing to curse me I said that the way she solved those problems for you was to make you disappear. By the time she is through with you, you will be wishing the police had found you. Nobody knows you were in Missouri or that you were able to slip past all those nice policeman to get to California. You are going to wish that you had legal problems because for the next two weeks you and I are going to play a little game. The rules are that Roger doesn't get to choose what order I take things from him. At the end of the two weeks, you will be more than agreeable to be transported to your retirement home for those nice Doctor wanabees to perform all sorts of surgeries to see if there really is a heart in there. When they are done cutting they will have all kinds of nice drugs to make you a better person.

Did I forget to tell you that one of those drugs was in that big old burger you ate about an hour ago? If their guess is right you should be getting a severe headache in about 20 minutes. Again he cursed me. If they are wrong you should still pass out from the pain this new treatment will cause. I have been told that so far everyone that has taken this pill has gotten deathly ill. This little red pill in my hand is the antidote. It works in most of the test cases.

I was just wondering to myself how much begging I could stand before I let you have this little red pill. Twenty minutes later I smiled at Roger and said I guess you are one of the unfortunate ones that get both the severe headache and the vomiting stomach pain.

Roger acted as if he had some kind of power over me as he said give me the red pill bitch. I said my diner is waiting and I headed for the stairs as I told him he would have to do better than that.

I returned an hour and a half later to find Roger crying and doubled up on the concrete floor holding his head and his stomach. It took a moment to realize that not only had he chucked but he had also ruined his shorts.

Like a good little host, I took out the garden hose and hosed his mess down the drain in the floor. I said you might want to remove those dirty trousers so I can shove this hose up your ass. He told me to go to hell. I asked him very nicely did I had neglect to tell you that without this darn little red pill you will just get worse until you die. Again he cursed me as I told him to have fun but I had an errand to run. He was struggling to remove his trousers as he realized I was going back up stairs. He started pleading for the pill as I shut the basement door realizing that sooner or later he had to give me what I asked.

I was only gone for 45 minutes but when I returned, Roger was a dark shade of green. He was in real trouble as he lay naked and begging doubled over in pain. I asked him if he had anything to say. All I heard was please help me.

Standing on the outside of his cell inches from this pitiful excuse for a human I said softly, that's not good enough. He was now begging me to tell him what it was I wanted him to say. I said that he needed to figure that out for himself. This time as I pretended to leave this 6'4 230 pounds of a man was balling and trying to convince me he was sorry.

I said you are in no condition to sign the bank transfers and the confessions but if you promise to do that when you feel better I will give you this little pill. When he immediately agreed to sign anything I wanted, I handed him the pill. 

Within minutes he was feeling better as he told me to go to hell. I said listen you naked idiot, this was just a test. I want you to remember all these nice words you are using the next time you need a little red pill because I know I will remember them. He said go to hell, I just won't eat anything.

I said that would be real smart because I have a key to your new cell and sooner or later you will die of malnutrition. You are not supposed to know when these little viruses are consumed because part of the test is monitoring each patient's results. His response was to say listen bitch, I am not a patient. I dipped a dart into a special solution and with Roger sitting naked on the floor, I threw the dart and it stuck right in his thigh. As he reached for it, he blacked out. I used a special tool to retrieve the dart and went to bed.

In the morning I went down to find Roger scratching himself raw and begging for the little red pill. I said let me guess, you were comatose for about three hours and then you woke up to a terrible full body itch. Funny but I don't remember you eating anything did you sneak a pizza? Wonder how long you can be nice to me this time?

Alright I give up he said. Give me the pill. At that point I suggested that I didn't know if there was a red pill for this. He said stop fucking around this is serious. I mockingly asked him if that word he just used was meant to be nice to which he said please give me the pill.

I gave him the pill and told him I would be back in half an hour with a pen for him to sign a few things. He laughed under his breath at me for being so trusting.

When I returned I gave him some scrambled eggs and potatoes. I then handed him the pen and a confession for him to sign. He refused by saying he wasn't signing anything he hadn't read. He was cautiously examining his food before each mouthful. I asked him why he didn't trust me. He just told me to go to hell as he ripped the paper in half and threw it and the pen at me.

I just sat there and waited for him to finish his breakfast as he called me everything he could think of. When he had taken his last bite I asked if he was feeling anything yet. All he could manage was aw shit not again. I said remember how you promised to be nice? Without waiting for an answer I said sometime in the next hour you are going to lose the use of your legs. You will then lose the ability to move your arms. Your mind will be working feverishly but you will be unable to talk or to move. You will remain in that condition for about twenty four hours. You will be able to hear everything I say. He just said that didn't scare him. I said you will remember everything I say and for three days after you start coming around, you will be real eager to do whatever I tell you to do. I think for a few days I am going to really like you. As I left I said oh did I tell you there was no little red pill for this one but don't worry, everyone that has been tested on this drug so far has been back to normal in about five days.

I asked him if he wanted company until he lost feeling or if he wanted to be alone. When he didn't answer, I said isn't this fun? I think we have time for lots more fun before you leave. I really hope that you are on board with all the choices I am making on your behalf. I would hate to think that you needed to be punished for not following my demands.

I could tell that Rogers legs were going to sleep as he kind of fell on his side because his legs were useless. As I continued to watch his arms stopped moving and he got deathly silent. As I left I said I hope you don't mind but I have a few errands to run. You don't have to thank me but I just wanted you to know what I was thinking might be a bit of fun when you decide to please me. First you will sign all those pesky little documents that were presenting such bad vibes between us. After that you will shave your head and your pelvic area. I think cocks with hair are very untidy don't you? Oh yeah, I am going to take my first class in piercing and I think your nipples would look nice with a little ball hanging from them don't you. Before you really decide I need to let you know that I really don't know anything about tattoos and I am just too busy to learn. Over hear in this corner I have a little gas stove to heat and sterilize my prod. Since I can't do tattoos I am just going to brand you with this here little branding iron. I had one especially made with my first and last name on it. I watched the terror in his eyes as I asked if he thought it would be better to have my name branded on his cheek, his dick or both ass cheeks. I said before you choose, I am kinda thinking I might do all four.




Blackmail Ch. 04



I left him to ponder his fate.

When I returned the next morning he smiled and willingly signed all the bank forms plus a lengthy confession. He gave me specific instructions on his deals as well as the whereabouts of Fred and John and I questioned him at length about Sammy and his hoods.

I handed him a razor and a mirror and watched him shave his head and groin panting like a little dog as if to say is this how you want me to do it. 

When he had finished that task and returned all the sharp objects, he stuck out his chest as I took my first stab at body piercing. When he had a post in each nipple I thought he might look nice with a little angel hanging from his ears so I pierced those also. 

He was just starting to be able to talk again so I asked him if he had decided where he wanted my brand as I fired up the little stove. To my surprise, by the time I was ready, Roger told me that he would like my name burned into his flesh in all four of the places that I had originally thought of. I said that since I had never done this before, maybe we should start on your ass to which he said that would be marvelous.

I heated the cattle prod and had him turn with his fat ass in the air. I stuck it into his left cheek and held it there as I smelled his flesh burning. All I heard in a very mellow voice from Roger was that it felt really nice. Can we do the other side now?

As I reheated the branding Iron, I had to admit that though it wasn't pretty, my name was clearly visible. I wasted no time in shoving the hot iron into his other butt cheek. Knowing that this big child would probably be in lots of pain for a few days, I held the iron as still as I could while it burned my name into his flesh.

I figured I would save the hardest one for last so I had Roger lay on his back as I stuck the hot metal into his left cheek. He never moved and he never complained as I left my name on his face. When that was done I said OK little boy, I need you to spread your legs real wide and use your hand to present me with your dick. He smiled and immediately complied. As I brought the branding iron forward I said now remember I need you to hold your dick really still because I am still new at this and I don't want to have to do this again if it doesn't turn out right.

As I stuck the hot metal to his manhood, I had the sense that he could feel the pain. I held it there as the skin burned. I wondered what it would look like if he were ever able to get another hard-on. As I removed the iron, I had to admit that each branding was better than the last and this one was perfect with my name branded on his cock in clear letters for as long as Roger remained on this planet.

I fed him and told him to be a good boy because I would be gone for a few days. I gave him a toothbrush and suggested he spend a few days' scrubbing the floor of his cell. The reality was I couldn't think of anything else that I needed him to accomplish. I left him two large tubes of burn cream and went to the post office to mail the documents to the Federal folks tracking down his off shore money and the local police who were still looking for Mr. Young and building the case against him. Both letters included a short memo about what they were receiving but neither had a return address. The letter to the local police included the information I had gathered on John, Fred and Sammy

That same day, I had to go to my lawyer's office to sign the release forms in my sexual misconduct case and the custody papers for my son to be returned.

Three days later I went to visit Roger. He had polished the concrete till it was smooth and he was done with vulgar words. He said hello Emily as I came down the stairs. I asked him if he was sore and he said it hurt like crazy but he deserved it. I said you will be leaving here at the end of the week. I will visit you from time to time to be sure they are keeping you in just enough pain but I will be busy raising my son. I need you to take one more pill for me. He said if I say please will you tell me what it will do to me. I said it will basically castrate you. You will never be able to get hard again. He took the pill and swallowed it as I said it's really kind of a shame because I would have liked to see what my name on your useless member would have looked like if you could get a hard-on.

I said at some point in the near future, my amateur researchers will probably castrate you permanently. I know they are looking so forward to meeting you and experimenting both with surgical techniques and state of the art pills that will do strange things to you. They are going to drill little holes in to your scull and they are going to fill you with all kinds of viruses and medications. They will probably keep you in a state just below understanding what is going on and just sensitive enough to feel the pain.

Hopefully when they are thru they will have discovered some way of turning people like you into real humans. If not I promise you that no one will ever miss you.



Blackmail Ch. 04



Bob gasped. "You're a horny little slut, aren't you," he said.

Between wet kisses, she nodded. "It's because of you I am this way. Now stop pissing about and fuck me."

His pants had fallen around his ankles, and Mary was rubbing the head of his cock over her already wet pussy lips. He backed her up against the door; she parted her legs and pressed his cock head up against her love tunnel entrance. 

Suddenly, with a sharp thrust, he was inside her. As he held her up against the door, she wrapped her arms around him and thrust herself to meet him as he began to pump into her. It was all over very quickly for both of them. They clung together wrapped in each other's arms.

Suddenly they heard the rest room door open as someone came in. They stood quietly not wanting to give away their presence. There must have been two of them as they began to talk together. "Did you see that bird with the jacket open?" they heard one of them ask.

"Yes, she looked a hot little piece. I wouldn't have minded being the guy who was with her." Bob smiled.

"At one stage I actually saw her flash her tits at the waiter."

"When she walked past me to the rest room, I almost got a look at her nipple. I bet she's in there now fingering herself."

"I wonder if she needs any help? "the other replied with a laugh.

"Why is it we don't get our hands on stuff like that?"

"It's just the luck of the draw. Some guys are luckier than others."

There was silence for a moment. Then they heard the water running and finally the door closing as the couple left.

Bob felt Mary rubbing his semi hard cock again. She smiled at him. "Can I have some more?" she asked with her little girl voice.

"You will have to do some work on it first."

She smiled and slid down to her knees in front of him. He groaned as he felt her warm mouth engulf his cock and her hands begin to manipulate his balls. Mary was an expert at this treatment, and it was not too long before he was back up to full strength again.

This time he took her doggie style with Mary resting her hands on the toilet basin. It was a position they both enjoyed. She enjoyed the deep penetration and the way he manipulated her breasts. He enjoyed the tightness of her warm wet hole as she wrapped herself around his penetrating cock.

This time they screwed in a more leisurely fashion, enjoying the sensation to the full. She gasped when at last he came, enjoying the sensation of his juices flooding into her. 

Afterwards, they kissed tenderly before adjusting their clothes. Then after he checked that the coast was clear, she made her way back to their table. Looking over the faces of the guys who were again following her progress, she wondered which of them had been the pair in the rest room. A few moments later Bob returned. He smiled as he slid into his seat. 

"I think that was a very enjoyable meal," he said with a grin. "And I really enjoyed the afters."

Mario thanked them as they left the restaurant. His eyes flicked down to Mary's gaping jacket. "Do come back soon, the pair of you." 

He took Mary's hand and lifted it to his lips. In return, she gripped it and slipping it under her jacked, placing it on her breast. Mario looked stunned for a moment. Then he smiled as he gently squeezed the delicious mound of warm flesh. Bob just stood there and slowly shook his head. 

"Well, you are supposed to tip them, aren't you?" she said with a grin at both men.

They finally made it back to their office block. Mary was now really enjoying herself. She remembered what she had been told and did not refasten her jacket until she reached the office. They walked purposefully as they had taken more than their allocated time over lunch. 

On more than one occasion, Mary's jacket opened wide enough to display her naked breasts to shocked passers by. 

At last back in her office, her mobile rang. "Did you enjoy your lunch?" the voice asked.

"It had its interesting points," Mary replied with a grin.

"I was pleased to see you followed my instructions to the letter. I think you are beginning to enjoy our liaison."

Mary smiled to herself. He was right. She had suddenly found exhibiting herself was fun, and it had its perks as well.

"I'll have to think up something special for tonight."

Mary found herself squeezing her legs together again, and wondering just how special that would be. 

What does the blackmailer have for Mary next? Will he eventually want to fuck her, or will he be satisfied with just humiliating her?



Blackmail Ch. 05



The rest of the afternoon went quickly for Mary. She still got several visitors as she had in the morning: same lame excuses. She wondered if everyone in the office knew. It still excited her: all these guys coming in making their excuses just to get a look down her cleavage.

At one stage she thought about opening her jacket and giving them a good look just as she had been told to do in the restaurant. The thought of that had really turned her on. God, what was she becoming? A few days ago she would have run a mile rather than expose herself to strangers. Now it was all she wanted to do. This guy, whoever he was, was certainly getting to her. He was turning her into an exhibitionistic slut. 

The rest of the afternoon passed without a call from him. She didn't know whether she was pleased or sorry.

At four thirty, she made her way down to the car park and drove home. First thing she did when she got home was to mix herself a drink; she badly needed one. She took off her work clothes, her skirt and jacket, and slipped into a silk wrap. She switched on the TV and sat down with her drink.

She was almost nodding off when the phone went. She picked it up. "I guess you enjoyed your lunch," the now familiar voice stated. "Did you get Bob to fuck you in the rest room? I would have liked to have seen that." 

"What have you got for me now? I've only just got in. I was going to get some dinner."

"That's not a problem. I'll treat you for being such a good girl, Mary. Do you like pizza?"

"Yes, I don't mind them."

"What sort?"

"Hot and meaty, with garlic and chilies."

"A bit like you." She could tell he was smiling. "Okay, I will send you one around in about fifteen minutes. Oh, and by the way, when he delivers it, answer the door with no clothes on."

"Oh my God," she thought--just when she thought he was being kind to her.

Still she guessed it might have an exciting side. He might be a dishy young student. She began to feel herself getting quite aroused again as she waited for the door bell to ring, and when it at last did, she almost jumped out of her skin.

She slipped off the silk wrap and laid it over the back of the sofa. She walked slowly to the door and looked through the small spy hole. It could have been anybody. A lanky youth about nineteen was standing there with a large pizza box in his hand, and she took a deep breath and pulled open the door.

"Domino Pizza for Miss......Oh, shit!" His voice trailed off as he realized that the woman standing before him was completely naked. "I'm sorry, Miss, I didn't know," the guy stuttered. He was the one totally embarrassed by the situation. Mary had to smile.

"Sorry," Mary apologized, "but I was just going to get a shower and I thought it was the girl next door."

The guy apologized again, but Mary noticed that although his face was a little red he was now looking at her quite openly.

"I must say you look very nice, Miss," the guy said awkwardly. "It's the first time I've seen a woman like you with no clothes on." 

Mary had her hand on the door. Should she close it? She had done as she had been asked, but the young guy just stood there looking seemingly reluctant to leave.

Again Mary was feeling that same excited feeling. She knew she should close the door, but she wanted him to look at her, to see her nakedness.

"There's nothing to pay," he said at last. "It was prepaid."

Mary was amused to see a lump had taken shape in his tight jeans. He saw where she was looking. "I've got to go," he said quickly. He clutched at his pants and disappeared down the steps.

Mary smiled to herself as she walked back into the apartment. She slipped back into her wrap and opened up the pizza. She sat and ate at least half of it and amused herself thinking how the guy had acted. She guessed if she ordered pizza again she would get an extra quick service.

The following day was Saturday and at least she didn't have to go into work, but it was just before noon when he rang. "Did you enjoy the pizza?"

"It was very nice. Thank you."

"No problem. I guess the Pizza guy liked you." Mary smiled. "He seemed to."

"The way he ran down the steps I guess he almost came in his pants. I suppose your name's on their quick delivery list. All the guys will want to deliver your next one. Anyway, I have an interesting little chore for you to do tonight. 

There's a contest on at the Road Hog Road House in Westbury. I want you to go over there and enter it, and I want you to do whatever you have to do to win it."

"What sort of contest is it?" Mary asked.

"You'll see when you get there. Be there by seven thirty, and as I say, just do anything you have to do. Just come out the winner. I'll see you there. I'll be in the crowd."

Mary had no idea what went off at the Road House, but she guessed it was something embarrassing.

She decided to spend the afternoon shopping, just something to get her mind off things for a while. She arrived home late afternoon, had a light tea, and then showered and changed before she got out the car and drove over to Westbury. 

The Road House was not hard to find; in fact she passed it as she drove into the small town. She turned the car around and drove back and turned into the fairly busy car park. As she got out of the car, she could not help but notice several men who were also parking looking at her and commenting to one another.

Inside, the place was crowded, mainly with men and just a sprinkling of women. She made her way to the bar and ordered a drink. When the bar man put her drink in front of her, she asked him about the contest. 

"You signing up?" he asked with some surprise, looking her up and down.

Mary nodded. "Where do I go?"

He pointed across the room. "Over by the stage. You'll see a guy with a clip board; that's Jim. Tell him you want to be put down for tonight. Once he sees, he'll okay you.

She took a sip of her drink and made her way across the crowded room. She located Jim sitting with his clip board. He was writing down the details of a buxom blond who was standing with him. When he had finished taking her details, he handed her a card with a number on it. As the girl walked away, Mary stepped forward. "Can I put my name down for the contest?"

The guy looked her up and down seemingly a little surprised. "Yes, sure, I guess you are old enough to know what you are doing. Ever done anything like this before?"

"Anything like what before? I was just told to put my name down."

"It's for the wet t-shirt contest, darling. You've got to show'em your tits."

Mary wasn't too surprised. She had guessed it would be something like that. "Yes, I know. By the way, the name's Annabelle, with an E."

Jim took the rest of her details. She didn't tell him the truth; well, not altogether. When he had finished, he handed her a number. "Door behind me leads to the dressing room. Be in there by eight thirty."

Mary made her way back to the bar and found an empty seat. The crowd in the room seemed to have grown. Gangs of lads joked with each other as they pushed to get drinks. A couple of them tried to chat her up, but gave up when they saw she wasn't interested.

She was just ordering her second drink when she heard a woman's voice beside her, "You doing the contest, luv?"

Mary turned to see a reasonably attractive blond standing beside her. She was wearing a tight low cut sweater that showed off her breasts and a short mini skirt.

Mary nodded. "Yes, I've got my name down. Are you in it?"

The girl nodded and smiled. "Name's Rita. What's yours?"

"Annabelle."

The girl looked at her. "You're a bit posh to be doing this, aren't you?"

Mary smiled. "Do I look out of place?"

Rita shrugged. "No, I guess anyone can enter. The guys will like you. They usually like a bit of class."

"Have you done it before?" Mary inquired.

Rita nodded. "Yes, several times; never won; came second a couple of times. You have to go all the way to win; thought about it a couple of times, but couldn't make myself do it. They want to see every bloody thing," she said looking round at the crowd. "You'd think they were all bloody gynecologists."

Mary suddenly found herself feeling rather warm. "Get us vodka and lime, luv, and stick with me. I'll show you the ropes," Rita said with a smile. The two of them sat and talked. Rita was a single mum with a couple of kids. "I don't mind second prize," Rita said. "It's £50, gets the food in for the week, and pays for a few drinks." Rita looked at her watch. "Better get through to the dressing room. It starts in thirty minutes, but hang back. You don't want to be first on. Let some other bird get 'em warmed up."

Jim smiled at them as they walked past him into the dressing room. There were about a dozen girls in there, all of various shapes and sizes. "Grab a locker that works. You don't want someone nicking your gear," Rita instructed.

Jim came into the room with a bundle of white t-shirts on his arm. He went round and handed one to each of the girls. He handed one to Rita and then smiled as he passed one to Mary. "Can't wait to see your tits, darling," he said with a grin. He placed the rest of the shirts on a table.

Mary felt herself reddening, 

"Glad to see you've palled up with Rita. She is an old pro; she'll show you the ropes." He turned to Rita and grinned. "And no cutting the bloody shirts till the second round." Rita smiled at him.

When he had gone, the girls began to strip. Mary looked around a little nervously. 

"Strip down to your knickers, luv, and then put the T-shirt on," Rita instructed.

Mary did as she was instructed feeling a little self conscious undressing in front of everyone. Rita was soon down to her brief panties. Mary noticed her breasts drooped slightly. Well, she guessed that was to be expected after a couple of children.

"I wish I still had tits like yours," Rita commented when Mary had removed her bra. "Mine used to be like that, but look at 'em now after a couple of kids have been hanging on to 'em." She cupped her breasts in her hands and lifted them. "If I win the lottery, first thing I'll do is get a boob job. Still," she shrugged, "the guys seem to like 'em."

She slipped the white t-shirt over her head. On the front was the picture of a pig on a motor bike and the words Road Hog Diner.

They stored their discarded clothes in a locker and made sure it was secure. Jim came back in. Some of the girls were still in just their panties, but he didn't seem to notice. Mary guessed he'd seen it all before.

"Right, you lot listen up," he called. "Come up when your name's announced. I'll have a little chat with you, ask about what you do and what you will do with the winnings. Then you will get wet and dance for five minutes. Okay, that is not too hard. Any questions?" He looked around. "Okay, listen out for me to call your name."

The girls sat around chatting while Jim, now acting as compère (master of ceremonies), started the proceedings. Mary heard loud cheers from the crowd. She wondered what it was going to feel like displaying her breasts in front of so many strangers. She was glad they were at least strangers.

With the announcements made, there was a loud blast of music and the first girl was called up on stage amid loud applause. Mary heard the music start up and heard the cheers and shouts from the crowd.

"Sounds a noisy lot," she said turning to Rita.

Rita grinned. "Wait till you hear them in the finals. They are really noisy then."

Just then the first girl came back off stage. She was soaking wet, her lank hair plastered to her head. The white t-shirt now almost transparent was clinging to her like a second skin, her breasts and nipples clearly on display. She grabbed a towel from a pile on a table and started to dry herself. 

One by one the girls made their way up to the stage, and all returned looking the same, wet and bedraggled. At last she heard her name being called. She felt a slight flutter in her stomach as she made her way out onto the stage. She looked out; a sea of faces was looking up at her. "Welcome to the Road Hog, Annabelle," Jim greeted her. "How old are you, and what do you do for a living?" He held the microphone in front of her.

"I'm 28 and I work in an office." She didn't think she needed to say any more than that.

"And you have never done this before have you?" Mary shook her head.

"So, guys," Jim said turning to the audience, "we've got a new pair of tits for you tonight, and if Annabelle gets through to the next round, maybe even more, so come on, give her a big Road Hog welcome."

There was a loud cheer from the crowd and Mary squealed as someone came up behind her and poured a bucket of cold water over her head. She looked stunned for a moment and the audience laughed. Then the music started with a loud rock beat and she began to dance. She could feel her nipples hardened by the cold water rubbing against the thin material of the shirt. She knew they were on show to everyone, bouncing and jiggling to the beat of the music. The enthusiasm of the crowd began to get to her and she found she was enjoying herself. It was exciting being partly naked in front of so many. She was in fact a little disappointed when the music faded and the crowd applauded her performance wildly.

Back down in the dressing room Rita greeted her. "You did well; they liked you; you should get through to the next round."

She dried herself on a towel and wished Rita luck when it was her turn.

After the first round, a barman came in with cans of drink for everyone, and Jim came back stage to announce the six girls who were through to the next round. Both Mary and Rita had made it.

While they sat and sipped their drinks, Rita went and got a couple more t-shirts from a pile on the table. She took a pair of scissors from her hand bag, and to Mary's amazement, she began to cut and slash at them.

She saw the look on Mary's face. "You need to show more flesh this time, darling, and it's a good idea to rip the shirt off completely as a big finish. Sometimes they are difficult to tear so slashing them works two ways: shows the guys a little more and you can get it off without a struggle. 

When she had finished, Mary tried it on. It was about ten inches shorter than last time. Before her panties had been covered by her shirt; now they were exposed. She suddenly realized that if they became wet they were not going to conceal a lot. Also several of the slits in the shirt exposed her breasts completely. She shrugged when she caught sight of herself in a mirror, and this was only the second round.

She was third on stage just after Rita. Rita came off stage dripping with water and wearing just her brief panties. She grinned at Mary. "There's a good crowd tonight; go and give it to them, but stay clear of the edge of the stage. There are some groping hands."

This time Mary strode back on stage a little more confidently. She was enjoying the adoration of the crowd; it excited her that the guys were screaming for her. She danced well knowing that she was probably showing them everything, for she guessed her panties were almost transparent with the water. She took Rita's advice and as the music ended she ripped the t-shirt off completely and tossed it out into the crowd. There was a scramble for it. She stood there in front of a hundred or so guys naked apart from her soaked panties milking the applause like a professional before rushing off stage.

Downstairs, Rita greeted her. "Sounded as though they liked you," she smiled and passed her a fresh towel. "You should get into the final three."

She was right. Mary's name was called as one of the finalists.

They sat together having a drink. "Are you up for this?" Rita asked. You need to show everything and more if you want to win."

Mary shrugged. "I've got to win. It's not the money; it's just that I've got to win." She thought for a moment and then went on to tell Rita about the blackmailer. 

Rita listened intently until she had finished, then she put her arm around her. "You poor thing." 

Mary smiled. "It's not too bad now. It was horrid at first. I felt dirty, but I'm beginning to enjoy some of the things." She grinned. "Actually, it's been quite fun tonight." 

She sipped on her drink and then turned to Rita. "Look, you have to show me how I can win this contest, and if I succeed, I'll share my winnings with you. As I told you, I'm not in it for the money." 

Rita's eyes lit up. "You really mean that?" Mary nodded.

Rita thought for a moment, and then she looked at Mary. "Look, like I told you at the beginning, to win this you have to be willing to go all the way and I really mean that. They are just a crowd of bloody perverts out there. They want to see everything, and I really mean everything." 

Mary looked at her new friend and nodded. "I guessed as much. What do I need to do?"

"Well, I guess you need to start by losing your knickers."

Mary stood up and thrust down her wet panties. She stood there naked in front of Rita. She nodded. "You have a nice body. Wait until you've had a couple of kids. It will be like mine." She picked up a fresh t-shirt. "Here, put this on."

Mary slipped the fresh shirt on over her head. She felt excited about going out there without her panties on. She knew she was going to have to show everything this time. She shivered with excitement at the thought.

"Okay, you are ready to go now so let's go through the routine. After the chat with Jim and once you're wet, start dancing. Give it a couple of minutes. Flash them; let them know you are naked under the shirt. Mind you, I guess most of them will have guessed by then anyway. Then you need to strip completely."

Mary could now visualize herself standing completely naked in front of all those guys. The thought of it almost brought on an orgasm. She pressed her thighs together tightly.

"After that you have about three minutes to perform, and it's up to you; the more you let them see, the more they will like it. Before I had the kids, I used to strip in pubs and clubs. And it was the same there. If you spread your legs and let them get a good look at your pussy, they loved it, but even then, some wanted you to go even further.

"Go further than that? "Mary inquired. "I don't understand."

"In the trade it's called showing pink: spreading your pussy lips open, letting them get a real eyeful."

Mary was stunned for a moment. Would she have to go that far to win? Then she remembered his voice: "Do anything you have to do, just win." Oh, my God, she thought to herself.

She was still thinking about what Rita had said when her name was called. Rita shook her. "It's your turn."

She made her way up the stairs still in a bit of a daze after Rita's revelation, but she managed to shake it off. Once she was out on stage, she felt very vulnerable without her panties on and was glad that the fresh t-shirt was long enough to cover everything.

A big cheer went up when she appeared accompanied by a few shouts of, "Get it off."

"Well, Annabelle, you've made it through to the last three," Jim said when she reached center stage. "Not bad for your first attempt. Can you win it?"

"I can with the help of these guys," she said smiling at the audience.

Again loud whistles and cheers went up.

"Okay, it's over to you, Annabelle; take it away." 

One of the stage hands came over with a bucket of water and tipped it over her. Then the music started and she began to dance. She remembered what Rita had said and gave them little glimpses of her bottom, just enough for them to realize that she was wearing nothing under the T-shirt. When she guessed she was about halfway through her routine, she turned her back on the audience, stood with her legs slightly apart, and gripping hold of the bottom of her shirt, she began to slowly peel it up her body. The cheers and whistles were now deafening, and the excitement was getting to her.




Blackmail Ch. 05



Her arms were raised and the whole of her body was exposed. She quickly drew it over her head, and then holding it to conceal her pussy, she turned and faced them. She couldn't believe the way she was feeling. She could feel her heart thumping, and she was breathless with excitement. Then with one sudden movement, she balled the wet t-shirt up and tossed it into the crowd. Now she had nothing to protect her body from there prying eyes. Her movements became more suggestive. The more they shouted and cheered, the more she wanted to please them. She even moved closer to the edge of the stage then she should have, and some of the crowd grasped for her legs, almost causing her to fall into the crowd, but she managed to pull herself back from the edge.

She knew that the music was almost over now; she had to go for it if she wanted to clinch that first prize. She dropped down onto the floor with her feet towards the audience. She raised her knees and then spread her legs; the crowd went wild. She lay there with her legs wide apart, knowing that every intimate detail of her was on show. She stayed in that reveling position until the music finished.

The crowd went wild, whistling and cheering her as she struggled to her feet. Jim came over from the side of the stage. He raised her arm. "Gentlemen, let's hear it for Annabelle. Isn't she a great sport?"

Mary stood there astonished by their loud and ongoing response. She waved and threw kisses to them as she at last left the stage.

Back down in the dressing room Rita wrapped her arms around her. "If you haven't won tonight, there's no justice."

With just one contestant left, Mary waited and prayed. As she waited, she pulled on yet another shirt, the fourth one she had worn that evening. Again there was rapturous applause at the end of the third contestant's performance before she too came down and joined them in the dressing room.

One of the stage hands came down and told all three girls to go back on stage together. "Jim says he wants you all naked," he said. 

Mary and the first contestant were wearing t-shirts which they slipped off before making their way up. The other girl had not yet bothered to put anything on as she was still drying herself.

As the three of them appeared all naked together, there were wild cheers. Jim introduced each one again before asking the crowd to vote for the winner. "So, guys," he said, "it's up to you now. The winner is the one who gets the loudest cheer." 

Jim held up the hand of each girl one by one and the crowd shouted, whistled, and cheered. Mary was second, and easily out distanced the first girl. Then Jim lifted the hand of the last girl. There was a loud cheer, with some shouting, but not nearly as much as for Mary. It was no contest; Mary won easily

Back down in the dressing room, she shared her winnings, £200, with Rita before getting dressed. It was only when she began to get dressed that she remembered that she had no dry panties to put on. She shrugged. Well, she was getting used to that by now.  

The car park was almost empty by the time she left. All the revelers had gone home. Some were probably fucking their partners by now and thinking of Annabelle; others maybe had their own cocks in their hands also thinking of Annabelle.

She needed to get home quickly. She, too, had some unfinished business to attend to.



Blackmail Ch. 06



When Mary arrived home from the Road Hogs wet t-shirt contest, she was in no mood for anything except satisfying her urgent sexual needs. It had been all she could do not to stop the car in a lay on the way home, but after her experience the last time in the car and the resulting photos, she could never be sure where her tormentor was going to pop up.

She managed to get herself to bed, and from her selection of sex toys she selected her favorite and latest purchase, her new wonderful Future Tech Rabbit vibrator, which she had named Roger. She would have rather had the real thing, but at that moment beggars couldn't be choosers and Roger was the next best thing.

Sometimes when her needs were urgent, Roger could be described as the best. Unlike some men, it never went soft, and it always did what was required of it. She applied a smear of lubricating cream to the end and set the speed to low. She almost cried out when she felt the head press against her sensitive pussy lips. 

Gently parting the lips she eased it slowly inside enjoying the motion as the rotating steel balls located in the shaft stimulated the walls of her vagina.

Now with the full seven inches of Roger inside her and the clitoral stimulator in position to do its job, she slowly increased the speed to the next level and began working the tool slowly in and out. She was breathing heavily, moving the vibrator as gently as possible against every sensitive area. She wanted to prolong the wonderful experience for as long as possible. When she felt the first waves of an orgasm building up inside her, she stopped moving the tool and just lay there letting Roger's vibrations pleasure her. With her free hand she squeezed her nipple tightly between her thumb and finger, enjoying the exquisite pain that coursed through her body.

She now badly needed to cum and flicked the switch to the high position. She moaned loudly as the extra speed stimulated the oncoming orgasm. Then with a cry, it hit her. She gasped, squeezing her thighs, trapping Roger inside her as the wonderful first orgasm burst inside her. She fell back on the pillows gasping, the tool still jerking inside her. 

She managed to reach down and switch it off, but she left it in position enjoying the feel of it inside her, and when she managed at last to regain her composure, she repeated the process. That was the first of many orgasms that night until exhaustion and sleep overtook her.

She awoke the following morning to feel Roger still in position. She couldn't resist switching him on for just one more time before reluctantly replacing him in his box. He would need to be cleaned later. She slipped out of bed and dragged herself to the shower. 

After the shower, she felt refreshed and hungry. Sunday was usually her day of leisure. She slipped into some fresh undie's and eased on a wrap. She would dress later when she decided what she was going to do. Maybe he would call so she didn't make any plans. 

In the kitchen, she cooked herself a full English: bacon, eggs, tomatoes and fried bread, a meal not good for the figure, but it was her weekly treat.

She was on her second cup of coffee when the phone rang. She picked it up; it was him. "Good morning, Mary. How do you feel this morning?"

"Okay, but I was exhausted after last night," she replied. "But I'm feeling better after a sleep."

"You looked as though you were enjoying yourself last night. You put on a very revealing show; everyone loved it."

She smiled to herself. "Well, at least I did win."

"Yes, and with that performance you certainly should have. I did hear that you shared your winnings with Rita for helping you."

Mary gasped. Did this guy know everything? "You went a lot further than I expected. Did you find it stimulating exposing yourself like that?" "Yes, I guess I did. It was okay at the time, but in the cold light of day, I think I went a bit far."

"No, you did everything that I expected of you, and more, and because of that I have a special treat for you next weekend. Have you ever done any promotional work?"

"I've helped out at a few trade shows and exhibitions."

"Good, that's even better. I will send you the information in the post. Oh, by the way, you will need to take Friday off and go down to Midchester on Thursday evening. I've booked you into the Travel Lodge there for two nights. It's a double room so why not ask Bob to go with you? Be some company for you and save you money on batteries." Did this guy know everything about her?

"I might have one more little game night for you before you go, but you can relax for today. You did a great job last night. I took some interesting pictures."

Mary gasped. "You didn't, no."

"Just for my own personal pleasure. I think you have kept your side of the bargain so I will keep mine as long as you continue to do as you are asked. I'll ring you after you get the letter. Enjoy the rest of your day." And with that, the phone went dead. 

She rang Bob and found him at home alone. She told him about the show last night.

"Wish I'd been there," he said.

"I couldn't have done it if I'd known you were there." She went on to tell him about the call she had received that morning.

"Sounds interesting. Did he say what Exhibition it was?"

"No, he said he would send everything in the post. Will you be able to get time off? It will be nice to spend a couple of nights together."

"Shouldn't be a problem. I've some days due to me and I'll tell her I'm going to a weekend conference."

They chatted for a while longer before ringing off, and she arranged to contact him when she had the full details.

It was Wednesday before the letter arrived. Well, it was a large parcel actually. It contained a list of instructions on who to contact, the hotel reservation, and two exhibitors passes for the exhibition, but no details on what the event was. It also contained a light weight belted rain coat.

She laid the coat aside when she suddenly had an idea. She went on the internet, typed in a listing for the Midchester Exhibition Center, and when it came up, she clicked on future events. She scrolled down the menu until she came to next weekend's date and clicked. She gasped when the screen came to life. 

She read the details: 5th Annual Erotic Fair, Superb Weekend Event featuring all the main suppliers of erotic toys, clothing and fetish gear as well as all the big porno film and DVD production companies. Mary read through it again. She couldn't believe her eyes. Her mind was already racing, thinking about what she might be expected to do. 

She went back to the letter and read the instructions. He explained that she would be working for some of the suppliers and companies at the exhibition, and he had decided that who she worked for would be left up to her. There was a list of six companies below from which she had to select three options, one company for each day at the exhibition. But to make it more interesting she had to complete a task. If she completed the task satisfactorily, she could eliminate a company of her choice. If she failed in a task, the company was left on the list and he could then select it for her.

She read through the instructions again. A bit like a TV reality show she thought to herself. Below the instructions was a list of companies.

Magnus Productions, a porno film company.

The Darker Side, a manufacturer of restraining equipment.

Logan Promotions, the company who was hosting the event.

Body Art, a supplier of body painting products

Exotic Creations, fetish fancy dress and party wear.

Intimacy Products, a supplier of massage products, creams and lotions.

She read on through the instructions. "I have set you three tasks to be completed tonight. 

Tomorrow, depending on the results, you can tell me which companies you have eliminated. Your tasks are as follows: At one a.m. in the morning you are to go to the Wall Mart store in Petersfield. I know it's a thirty minute drive, but you shouldn't meet anyone you know there. You will be wearing only the coat provided. It has a tie around belt for ease."

"Park up in the car park, and then get out of the car and make your way towards the entrance. There will be two security guards on the door. As you make your way towards them, unfasten the belt and allow the coat to fall open. Walk up to them and ask directions to the dairy products and the dry cleaners. Explain that you urgently need some milk and have an item that needs cleaning. Don't attempt to adjust the coat in any way; just let it remain open." 

"When you enter the store, you may refasten the coat. Then take a trolley as you make your way to the dairy products aisle at the far end of the store and pick up a bottle of milk. When you have done this, you must remove the coat and place it in the trolley, then make your way down the aisle. You are not to rush. Stop and examine products as you would if you were shopping. At the bottom of the aisle, you may put the coat back on and make your way over to the check outs. If there is a male assistant on the till, unfasten the coat and let it fall open again as you did when you entered the store. After that, make your way to the dry cleaners. This is located near the entrance." 

"Explain to the assistant that you need a coat cleaning and give him the details. When he has taken them down, remove the coat and pass it to him. You may then make your way back to the car. 

Complete each of these tasks to my satisfaction and you can then pick the three companies you want to work for at the exhibition." 

Mary again read through the letter. She slowly shook her head. Going through with this one was going to be bad enough, but she could also get arrested for this little stunt. She thought about ringing Bob, but decided not too. If she told him, he might turn up at the store or even want to go with her. It might be helpful afterwards, but she would feel happier getting it over on her own.

When she got home, she tried to eat something, but she was feeling nervous and could only manage a small amount. The evening went slowly. She tried to watch some TV, but she could not settle. At eleven o'clock she went up and showered. Afterwards, she wrapped herself in a bathrobe and did her hair and make up. If she was going to be on show, she might as well look good.

With the make up complete, she removed the bathrobe and tried on the coat that she had received in the parcel. She hadn't tried it before and she was a little dismayed to find that it was on the small size for her. It was okay fastened, but with the belt undone it gaped open. She shrugged. Well, there was nothing she could do about that now.

She belted the coat, up picked up her purse, and made her way to the car. Thirty minutes later found her pulling into Wall Mart's car park. She glanced around and was pleased to see that there were only a few cars there, and she managed to park fairly close to the entrance. 

She looked towards the entrance and saw the two security guards. He certainly had his facts right, she thought to herself. She glanced at her watch. It was just before one a.m.. Well, at least she was on time.

She stepped out of the car, locked it, and began to walk towards the entrance. At about twenty yards away, she unfastened the coat. She shivered slightly as she felt the cool night air on her exposed body. She saw the security men looking at her as she approached. She realized that her pussy was on open display, but at least for the moment her breasts had remained covered.

"I need the dairy section and the dry cleaners," she said, stopping before the guards. She noticed where both pair of eyes were looking and immediately felt the excitement she had began to experience every time she exposed herself to a stranger

"The dairy products are over there," one of the guards said, pointing vaguely in the direction of the dairy aisle after dragging his eyes off her exposed pussy. "And the dry cleaners are by the entrance just inside."

Mary thanked the two men, and with slightly shaking legs, she made her way into the store refastening her coat as she did so. She was pleased to see that the store was almost empty. 

Only a few late night customers were pushing trolleys around the aisles. She picked up a small trolley and made her way over towards the dairy section. She smiled at the few customers who glanced up from their shopping at the attractive woman in the tightly belted coat. When she reached the dairy section, she picked up a bottle of milk and placed it in the trolley. She glanced around; there was no one on the aisle. She quickly slipped out of the coat and placed it in the trolley. She felt suddenly exposed now that she was naked under the bright lights of the store. 

She wanted to dash down the aisle and get it over with, but she knew the rules. Slowly she began to make her way down the aisle, stopping from time to time to pick up a product and examine it. She was half way down when to her shock a shopper came into view. He was an older guy, around fifty or so. He gave her a cursory glance then looked again when he realized that she was naked. He stopped and watched as she walked towards him. It was quite a while since he had seen such an attractive sight.

"Wonderful, my dear; you look absolutely wonderful." Mary felt herself blushing slightly. 

Mary continued on past him knowing that his eyes were still on her. Suddenly another trolley came into view, this time pushed by a middle aged couple. The guy's eyes lit up when he saw her, and the woman looked at him angrily. "I can see why you wanted to come here at this time in the morning. Did you know about this? Is it a stunt?" she heard her say. The guy shook his head trying to make excuses, but not taking his eyes off Mary for a moment.

"Dirty little slut," she heard the woman say as she passed them.

"You should try it yourself; might put some excitement back into our marriage."

The woman huffed. "That's just the sort of comment I expected from you."

At last she reached the end of the aisle without any more incidents. She slipped the coat back on and made her way towards the check out. She saw at once there was a male assistant on the check out. In fact every check out was manned by a guy. She picked the best looking one, a college type who was doing the night job to work his way through college. A small badge on his shirt told her his name was Gavin.

As she stepped up to the check out, she undid the belt; the coat gaped, and so did the guy's mouth. "Fucking hell, you're naked," the young guy gasped. Then he held his hand to his mouth. "I'm sorry, err, Miss. It's just...... Well, it's not every day that you see ...... Well, you know."

Mary smiled, feeling a little sorry for the guy. "It's okay, Gavin. I'm doing it for a bet; my boyfriend put me up to it."

"You are very beautiful, and you have a lot of guts to do something like this."

Gavin at last dragged his eyes away from her body and swiped the milk through the check out. She paid him, smiled, and began to make her way over to where the dry cleaners were located. She glanced back and found him still looking at her.

At the cleaning desk, she followed the instructions. She gave the assistant her details, and then to the obvious amazement and delight of the guy at the desk, she removed the coat and passed it to him. 

He took the coat with shaking hands. "Are you sure about this?" he asked with some hesitation in his voice. Mary nodded, took the offered ticket from him, and turned to make her way to the entrance.

Between her and the entrance, several customers had stopped and were looking in her direction. It was not often that you get a completely naked shopper. The two security guards were also just inside the entrance, keeping an eye on things. At the moment it was her things they were keeping an eye on.

She looked down the store towards the check outs. All the staff and customers were watching; she waved to Gavin, smiled at the two guards, and made her way to the car park. She wanted to run, but she knew this was not in the rules. At last, thankfully, she was at her car. She quickly got in, and with another wave towards the security guards, she drove away.

At this stage she couldn't resist pushing her fingers down between her thighs, and she wasn't surprised the find her pussy leaking. She slipped a finger into the warm wetness and groaned. She needed to get home where Roger would be waiting for her.

As she drove naked through the darkened streets, she wondered when he would ring. Hopefully not tonight. She needed time to herself. In the next chapter Bob and Mary go down to Midchester for her next revealing challenge at the Erotic fair.



Blackmail Ch. 07



Luckily our hero didn't get her phone call that morning after she got home and Roger got an uninterrupted work out. Problem was she overlaid and was an hour late for work. Thankfully nobody said anything and it was noon before she got a call from you know who. 

"Nice show last night. Everyone at the store thanks you." 

She smiled. This guy seemed to be able to set anything up. She guessed that's why she hadn't been challenged. 

"Well, you completed your tasks and so you get to choose who you want to work for at the exhibition. Have you decided?" 

She took the list from her desk draw and scanned it. She had a general idea. "Yes, I think so; do you want to know now?" 

"Yes, I need to fix things up with the people down there." 

"Well," she said studying the list, "I think I want to forget about the first two. Don't fancy doing a porno movie; well, not in public anyway, and I'm not into BDSM so we'll forget about The Darker Side. So any of the other four; I'll leave that choice up to you." 

"Okay, that's fine, I'll get things sorted. The show starts at ten a.m. on Friday so you need to be there by eight thirty at the latest. Just make yourself known to Jerry at Logan Promotions. They will have all the details." 

Bob picked her up at her apartment after work on Friday and they drove the 80 miles down to Midchester. They chatted on the way down about the blackmail, and Mary had to admit to Bob that she was actually beginning to enjoy the tasks she had been set. "I was so scared at first, but now it just makes me so horney when strangers see me naked." Bob grinned. "I hope I'm going to get to see a lot more of you this weekend." 

Mary laughed. "I'm sure you will. I've no idea what's been arranged, but I guess it will mean me taking my kit off at some point." 

They found the Travel Lodge easily, and after booking in, Bob took her out for a meal. As she ate her meal, she looked across the table at her good looking partner. It would be nice to go to bed with him for a change instead of doing it over the office desk. 

Back at the hotel, Bob asked if he could undress her. She smiled. "I think that would be very nice." She stood there facing him as he lovingly removed each article of clothing, kissing her between each item. He unfastened her bra and slipped it off; he cradled her large firm breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs across the hardening nipples. Then he dropped down onto his knees and slowly peeled down her brief thong. With her bare pussy exposed, he leaned forward and ran his tongue up the exposed length of her cleft. She groaned. 

Roger had been a useful friend, but tonight it was going to be the real thing. She parted her legs to allow him more access and pressed his head between her thighs. He pulled away and smiled at her. She sat down on the bed and watched as he undressed; then they slipped into bed together. It was nice to feel his naked body pressing against her's under the covers. Their hands explored each other's bodies intimately. 

Then he rolled her onto her back; she spread her legs and he eased himself between them. With little effort he located her moist warm entrance. Slowly and teasingly he thrust into her inch by inch until he was fully engulfed in the warm tightness of her love tunnel. Mary laid back, her eyes closed. No matter how good Roger was, he was no match for this. Bob was a good lover and he didn't lack stamina. She lost count of the number of times he brought her to an orgasm. In the end, tiredness and fatigue overtook them, and they fell asleep wrapped in 

each other's arms. 

It was seven when the alarm woke them. Mary briefly kissed Bob. He reached out and grabbed for her breasts. She pushed him away laughing. "We'll have plenty of time for that later. I need a shower and some breakfast, and we have to be at the exhibition center in just over an hour." 

They managed to make it just five minutes late. Bob had dropped her off at the entrance while he parked the car, saying he would contact her later. She showed her pass to the security guard and he gave her directions to the Logan Promotions office in the foyer. Inside, the girl at the desk took her name and picked up a phone. Moments later a good looking guy with long dark hair came through into reception. 

He held out his hand, smiling. "I'm Jerry. Are you Annabelle, or is it Mary?" 

"It's Mary, actually. I just use Annabelle for business." 

"That's fine. We'll call you Annabelle. Would you like to come through?"

He led her through into another office. There was already someone there:an attractive red head with a stunning figure. 

"This is Gina. You two will be working together." 

The two girls smiled at each other, 

"Right, let's get down to business," Jerry said, glancing at his watch. "I've lots to do and we open in just over an hour." He smiled at Mary. 

"I see from the letter that was sent to me that you have chosen to work for four of our companies; that's good. I've worked a schedule out for today, but I may revise it for tomorrow. Today is important. It's business people only so they have to be looked after: drinks when they arrive and luncheon buffets and so forth." 

The phone suddenly rang. Jerry picked it up and listened. "Give me ten minutes," he said. "I'll be out." 

"He turned back to Mary. Things always get hectic around this time." He grinned. "But that's what running one of these events is all about." He picked up a sheet of paper from his desk and looked at it. "I've put you down to work for me for the first two hours meeting and greeting the guests, and handing out the welcome packs. Then after you take your lunch break between twelve and one, I will need you to help out in the buffet reception for an hour." 

"Two till five I've put you in with the Body Art people. Then I will need you back here for an hour. We are expecting quite a few to come in after business hours. As soon as things slow down, you can take a break, and afterwards go over to Intimacy Products and stop there until things slow down." He handed the sheet of paper to her. "It's all laid out on here so you don't get confused." 

He turned and looked over at Gina." You've done it before so I'm sure you can help Annabelle out with any problems." 

Gina nodded. "Sure, Jerry, just leave things to me." 

He smiled, then got up. "Go and get yourselves a coffee, and be on the door for nine forty five. Oh, and by the way, I've got name tags for you." He picked up two name tags on ribbons and passed them over to the girls. "I've had ribbons put on them so you can hang them around your neck as you won't have anywhere to pin them." 

With that he smiled and rushed out. Mary looked at Gina. "What did he mean about not having anywhere to pin them?" 

Gina smiled. "Well, we won't. We'll be naked: well, apart from our shoes and I don't think the guys will be looking down there." 

"Naked!" Mary exclaimed. "What, on reception?" 

Gina grinned. "Didn't they tell you? Most of the jobs you have to do here you have to be naked. You get used to it. It can be a little scary at first.. But you meet some nice people, and they've seen it all before. The public days are worse. You sometimes get a little horse 

play, and some of the guys can go a little too far, but security is always on hand, and no one wants to be chucked out." 

She stood up and hung her name tag around her neck. "Let's go and get a drink. We won't get another until lunch time." 

Mary followed her to the refreshment area in the centre of the big hall. Around them exhibitors were putting the last minute touches to their display stands. There was already a sprinkling of bikini clad girls around the stands, and even a couple of completely nude ones on one stand. Gina showed her name badge to the assistant behind the bar and ordered two large coffees. Then they found a spot at an empty table. "I guess you haven't done anything like this before," Gina stated. 

Mary shrugged her shoulders. "Well, not actually like this, but I have appeared naked in public several times." 

"Just don't let it worry you. You look as though you have a good body, and that's nothing to be ashamed of. Let the guys enjoy it. In an hour you'll wonder what you were worrying about." 

They finished their coffee and made their way back to the Logan Promotions office. Gina showed Mary into a small locker room. "We change in here; find yourself an empty locker." 

Mary selected an empty locker and watched as Gina began to undress. Feeling a little self conscious, she began to follow suit. Soon Gina was completely naked. She had a firm slim body with wide hips and extraordinarily firm high breasts. She saw Mary looking and cupped them in her hands. "The best medical science could offer," she said with a grin. "I had them done last year." 

Mary smiled. "They look wonderful. 

"Here, feel," Gina said walking over and taking Mary's hand and placing it on her breast. 

Mary nodded. They felt quite normal; maybe a little firmer than her own.

She smiled. "They feel nice." 

"And they are quite sensitive," Gina said rubbing her nipple in a circular motion with her finger and causing it to become quite erect. 

Mary finished undressing and Gina looked her over. "You have a wonderful body; you should be proud of it." 

Mary felt a little self conscious because of Gina's comments. 

Gina took two pairs of gold strappy heels from her locker. "You're a five, aren't you?" she said checking the size of a pair and handing them to Mary. "Present from Jerry," she said with a smile. 

Mary slipped her feet into them. Then she hung her name tag around her neck and looked at Gina. 

"You ready?" Gina asked, glancing at her small wrist watch. 

"As ready as I'll ever be." 

"Okay," Gina said, "let's get to it." 

It felt really strange to Mary walking out into the office with no clothes on. 

The receptionist looked up and smiled. "You two off then?" she said with a smile. "Enjoy yourselves." 

Gina pushed open the door and walked into the foyer. There were several people about. Some gave them a glance, but nobody seemed concerned that they were naked. Gina showed her over to the reception desk. Mary smiled when she saw it was glass. There would be no point in trying to hide herself behind that. 

Gina showed her how to register people and give them their goodies bag. Then they sat back and waited for the doors to open. 

At ten am precisely the people started coming in and forming a queue at the desk. Some who had already pre-registered Gina scanned and they passed straight through. She handed them their goody bag with a smile. Mary dealt efficiently with the others: booking them in, issuing their badges, and giving them their bags. It was quite a quick process. Some made nice comments to her, but after fifteen minutes or so she seemed 

to forget that she was naked. It was not until she looked up and found Bob standing at the desk that is struck her. 

"Like your working clothes," he said with a wide grin. 

At that point Mary became self conscious of her nakedness. She blushed slightly, and felt conscious of other people looking at her. 

She wrote out his details, and passed him a badge and a bag. "I get off at twelve. I'll see you then. Now get lost; you make me feel nervous." 

He smiled and walked away. 

After the initial rush, things slowed down. People still drifted in, but it was easier to deal with them. Several wanted their pictures taken with the two attractive receptionists. At one stage Mary had to stand with a group of Japanese gentlemen while each of them took pictures of her. 

At around noon, the receptionist from Jerry's office came out. "You two want to get a break before the lunch buffet?" she asked. 

Gina nodded. "I guess so. It's the only chance we'll get. Then she looked at the receptionist and smiled. "Aren't you going to strip?" 

The girl shook her head and laughed. "No, not me. That's not part of my contract. They'll have to accept me as I am." 

Gina looked at Mary. "Do you want to dress, or go as we are?" "I don't know. What do you usually do?" 

"Well, I go like this. Seems little point in getting dressed just to take them off again in an hour." 

Mary had to agree. She'd been standing around naked greeting people for a couple of hours, and she'd become quite used to people seeing her 

without her clothes. 

"Okay, let's go like this. It's just that I said I'd meet up with the guy I'm staying with. Not sure how he will feel about me meeting him 

naked." Gina laughed. "He will probably think it's his lucky day." 

The restaurant wasn't too crowded. Men were sitting around doing business and making deals. Some looked up as the two girls walked in; others seemed to take no notice. In this business, nakedness was all part of the scene. 

Gina ordered some food and drinks and they found an empty table. Soon Bob arrived. Mary introduced him to Gina. She saw his eyes go down to her large firm breasts, and she felt a slight pang of jealousy. 

They sat and chatted about the morning, and he told them about the exhibition. To Mary it felt a little strange to be sitting there with Bob and Gina and herself naked. But Bob seemed to be enjoying the experience. 

After lunch they made there way to the restaurant where the buffet was being served. Jerry met up with them. "You two did a good job this morning," he said. "Got lots of good feed back; just circulate among the guests; keep their glasses filled up and chat with them." 

It was an easy task and Mary was becoming more confident with her nakedness. She enjoyed chatting with the guests, and she was more than 

happy to be photographed with them, but she still got a thrill when she caught them looking at her. 

After an hour everyone started drifting away. Gina came over. "I think we've just about finished here for now. I'm going back on the door and you are off to Body Art." 

Mary nodded. "Can you tell me where it is?" 

Mary gave her directions and she found it easily. On the stand, a youngish guy was chatting to some customers. He looked over and smiled at her. He excused himself from the customers and came over, glancing at her name tag. "So you are Annabelle?" he said. "I'm Chris and I'm very pleased to meet you." Mary felt him look over her body. He nodded. "You are very attractive. I'm sure we will work well together. Just make yourself at home. I will be back with you in a minute" 

Mary wandered around the stand looking at the products and information on show. Chris returned after a few minutes. "Have you ever had your 

body painted?" he asked. 

Mary shook her head. "No, it's one of the experiences I've missed out on. I've seen it in pictures and on the screen, but I've never gone in for it." 

"Well, now that you are here, I have a couple of demonstrations planned. Is that okay with you?" 

Mary shrugged. "That's fine. I'm here to help." 

He smiled, "That's great. The first group should be here in about fifteen minutes." 

Before long, people started arriving. Chris greeted them, introduced them to Mary, and passed around drinks. When everyone was there, he started telling them about the products and how they should be applied. He went on about how they would stay and not be dissolved and smeared by body sweat. 

He then asked Mary to step forward. He helped her up onto a small pedestal so that she could be seen by everyone. Mary felt more exposed than she had all morning. No one had seemed to take any real notice of her while in reception, but now standing up here on the pedestal she felt totally exposed and vulnerable. 

She jumped a little when Chris first started applying the body paint. It was cold and the brush tickled her slightly. Everyone looked on with interest as he went to work. He explained the methods as he worked, and showed them how to finish off areas with the small air powered brush. She felt particularly aroused when he worked on her more intimate areas. The areas around her nipples caused her to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out, and when he started applying paint around her pussy, she began to breathe a little more heavily and clutch her hands much to the amusement of some of the crowd. 

At last he had finished, and he stood back. The small crowd applauded. He turned her around to face a long mirror that was placed so that the people watching could see both sides of her body. Mary gasped. She looked quite erotic. He had painted sexy undie's on her: a half cup bra and a brief thong. She smiled. He was very good at his job. 

"Now to remove it, all we need is this cream," he said holding up a jar. He unscrewed the top and dipped his hand in. Then he stepped over and smeared it across Mary's body. Mary began to feel excited as he worked it into the painted areas of her breasts and her pussy. She tensed herself as she felt his hands massage her breasts, and then she gasped as he worked between her thighs, his fingers brushing up against her pussy lips. He smiled up at her. "Most of my models like this part of the show," he said with a grin. 

He passed her some paper towels, and told her to wipe off the surplus cream. To everyone's surprise, all the paint came off with it leaving her body clean and slightly damp. He passed her a towel to dry herself with, and then he turned back to the group. "If any of you wish to try your hand, I'm sure Annabelle will be more than willing to oblige." 

Several men stepped forward. Chris pulled out a lightweight massage table. He looked over at Mary. "I think it would be better if you were to lie down on this. Then more people will be able to get around you." 

Mary stepped forward and eased herself up onto the table. She lay back and Chris placed a pillow under her head for comfort. Then he supplied everyone with a pot of paint and a brush. 

It was a weird sensation. There were about eight men sitting around her, and when they began to touch her, she almost cried out. It seemed that all of them wanted to apply their paint to her most intimate parts. She began to squirm on the massage table as their brushes teased her nipples and worked there way over her pubic mound and between her thighs. One even found its way between her pussy lips, and the guy smiled at her discomfort as he worked the brush up inside her. Chris stood and watched, a slight smile on his face, as she was decorated by the eight amateur artists. When they were done, he photographed them standing around their masterpiece. 

He then handed them the removal cream, and Mary had to lie there as cream covered hands took even more liberties with her body. She felt herself becoming seriously aroused, and was even slightly disappointed when Chris at last called a halt to the proceedings and passed her a towel to clean herself up with. Before the men left, they thanked her for her cooperation, and for being such a good sport. 

When they had gone, Chris came over to her. "How do you feel?" he asked with a slight smile. 

"I feel okay now although it was a little unnerving at the time having all those guys touching me. When you called a halt, part of me wanted them to go on, but if they had, I think I would have made a fool of myself." 

"They all seemed to enjoy their experience, but I guess they would have enjoyed it even more if they had made you orgasm." 

Mary felt herself redden. "I was almost there; a few more minutes and....." She shook her head. 

"Well, we have another session later," Chris said with a grin. "Maybe then." 

Chris sent out for some more drinks and Mary sat and watched as he chatted with customers. She thought about the next session and what Chris had said. Could she really lie there and let a group of strangers use her body, invade her most intimate parts, and make her cum in front of everyone? She shuddered at the thought. 




Blackmail Ch. 07



But that's what did happen. The second demonstration followed the same lines as the first. Chris did his demonstration. Then he cleaned her with the cream. She noticed that even his hands were a little more invasive this time, lingering longer around her pussy area. Then it was the turn of the group to try out their handiwork on her. First the painting, and then the cream to clean it off. 

She was already somewhat aroused by Chris's earlier actions, and she groaned as hands massaged the cream into her breasts. She felt hands pushing between her thighs. She began to want them to touch her so she spread her legs. This was an invitation to go further, and she gasped and clutched onto the table as she felt fingers slide into her pussy stimulating her G spot and manipulating her clit. 

She began to groan, thrusting her pelvis towards the invading fingers, encouraging them. She felt her orgasm building, and when it came, she fell back, gasping, her eyes closed. She lay there. She could hear voices. Then someone was wiping her face with a towel. She opened her eyes. It was Chris. He smiled at her. "You okay?" he asked. 

She nodded. "I am now," she said with a smile as she struggled to sit up. She was pleased to see that everyone had gone. She was not sure that she could have faced them. 

He passed her a towel. "You had better clean up. It's almost five. Jerry said he wanted you back by then." 

Mary slipped off the table and wiped herself down with the towel. She could do with a shower, but she knew she didn't have time. She was supposed to take Gina off the door at five. 

She was still a little flushed when she arrived back at the door. Gina smiled. "And what have you been up to, young lady? As if I didn't know. You have been on Body Art, haven't you? I did it last year, and I got talked into it as well." 

It was quiet on the door. Only a few new people were entering. The security guys came and told her they would be taking their break while it was quiet. She was pleased to see Bob when he came and stood with her. "I'm getting used to seeing you naked," he said with a grin. "I think it ought to be your compulsory dress in the office." 

Mary smiled. "You would never get any work done." 

"So what?" he said with a grin. "But it would be great fun." 

When the security guys returned from their break, they said they would be taking over the door now as not many more would be coming in. Mary thanked them and turned to Bob. "It's my break now for an hour. What we are going to do? Do you want to go for something to eat?" 

Bob looked at her. "There's something I'd rather do. Seeing you naked in front of all these guys is having an effect on me. Can we find somewhere quiet? I've a problem I'd like you to solve for me," he said rubbing his hand along the bulge in his pants. 

Mary smiled. "I'm sure we can find somewhere." 

She walked across to the door of Jordon Promotions and opened it. The office was empty as the receptionist had left. She beckoned Bob across and went in. She closed the door behind them and dropped the latch. 

"Over the desk or on the floor?" she asked. 

"I don't care as long as I can get rid of this boner." 

She smiled, and moved over to the desk, leaning over it, pushing out her bottom. She looked over her shoulder and smiled. "How's this for you?" Bob smiled, running his hand lovingly over the smooth twin globes of her arse. "That's just what the doctor ordered." 

"Okay, less talk and more action; this is my tea break." 

Bob obliged, gripping her thighs and thrusting his rigid pole deep into her body in one lunge. She cried out at the wonderful surge of pain. He must have been in a high state of arousal as she had never known him to come so fast, 

He apologized to her profusely. She smiled, kissed him, and told him not too worry; they were both having a strange day. Afterwards, they cuddled and kissed and she worked on him with her hands till he was ready again. This time it was far more pleasurable for both of them. 

She smiled when he took her in his arms and thanked her. "I hope you have saved something for later," she said with a grin. 

She had just time to take a shower and get herself sorted out before making her way to the Intimacy Products Stand. It was still a little strange to be walking around naked, but she did have three days of this, and she guessed that by Sunday it was going to be feeling quite natural. What amused her was that the people around her did not seem to be concerned. Some looked at her; others smiled; some seemed to take no notice at all as though it were quite normal for an attractive woman to 

walk around naked. 

Intimacy Products supplied every requirement to both budding and professional masseurs and masseuses: from massage benches and tables through to creams, oils and potions. Well, this was what Phillip, who was managing the stand, told her when she introduced herself to him as his assistant for the evening. It was a large stand with its own massage suite where customers could sit comfortably and view demonstrations given by the company's own trained masseurs. 

"That's where I'd like you to help out," Phillip said. "It means that you will only have to lie there and receive a full body massage by one of our highly qualified masseurs while he explains his techniques and shows the range of products available." 

Mary smiled to herself remembering the fumbling massage she had received from the customers on the body Painting stand. Was this going to be more of the same? Or was this going to be another fresh experience for her? 

Just then a well built good looking guy in a crisp white uniform stepped onto the stand. Phillip smiled at him. "This is Jason. He will be giving tonight's demonstration." 

Mary saw Jason's eyes take in her body before he held out his hand and clasped hers in a firm grip. "Beautiful looking lady," he said. "It's going to be nice working with you." 

"I'll leave you two to sort things out. The first group of people will be arriving soon." 

Jason led Mary through into the massage suite. "You ever had a massage before?" 

"Not by a professional; had some guys work on me," she said with a grin. "But I guess that's not the same." 

Jason smiled and shook his head. "You worked here before? Not for us; I mean the Erotic Fair?" 

Mary again shook her head. "No, this is the first time." 

Jason looked at her. "How do you feel about walking around the place naked?" 

Mary shrugged. "I felt a little uneasy at first, but I'm getting used to it now. Today no one really seemed to notice, but I guess tomorrow might be different when the general public is let in." 

Jason nodded. "I guess you might be right, but on to tonight. When we get everyone in, I'll be talking to them and massaging you, using different oils and creams. Is that okay?" 

Mary nodded. "I guess that's what I'm here for," she said with a smile. 

"There is one product I need to warn you about," he said picking up a small jar containing what looked like red oil. "This is called Stimulation and it is a product we have developed ourselves. When applied it causes a heightening of sensation in the areas it's used on." 

Hr unscrewed the top off the jar and dipped a finger in. "If I may," he said, indicating her breast. Mary shrugged and nodded. He lightly applied the oil around her nipple. 

Almost instantly Mary felt a not unpleasant tingling sensation, and she could feel her nipple rising to the occasion. She clasped her hand to her breast. "My God, that feels wonderful," she said, a big smile on her face. Jason smiled. "It's expensive to buy, but you only need a small quantity, and it really heightens the sensations. It's one of the 

products I demonstrate to the customers. How do you feel about it?" 

Mary smiled, still slowly caressing her breast. "I feel okay. I don't mind at all. In fact, I can't wait." 

Jason nodded. "That's good. Now I'd like you to wrap yourself in a towel before we start. Makes it much more interesting for the customer; a little teasing goes a long way." 

Mary sat at the side of the room and watched as the customers for the first demonstration filed in. When everyone was settled, Jason introduced himself and passed around a welcome package to each customer containing information and samples. 

Then he introduced Mary. "Gentlemen, this is the young lady who is going to help me with the demonstration this afternoon." There were a few nods and a polite applause. 

"If you would remove your towel and lay yourself on the bed," he said. 

Mary slipped the knot undone and unwound the towel from her body. 

Although she had spent most of the day naked, exposing herself like this felt quite exciting. She let the towel drop to the floor and allowed Jason to assist her up onto the bed. To start he instructed her to lie face down. As Jason explained the methods of massage to the group, Mary enjoyed the feeling of his strong hands stroking up her legs and working the oils into her back. 

After a while, he asked her to turn onto her back, and he then spoke about the special oils that his company produced. "These oils, "he explained, "can be used to heighten the sensations when applied to the body: the more sensitive the area, the more the effect will be. If you would all like to come forward and gather around the table, I will demonstrate." Mary began to feel a little uncomfortable with the men standing so close around her. Jason smiled, and dipped his finger into the small jar of oil. Mary held her breath as she felt the fist touch on her nipple. This time he treated both of them. It took only moments for the oil to work. She let out a groan as her nipples seemed to come alive. 

"You can now see the nipple swelling and becoming erect," Jason explained. "When it's like this, it only needs the slightest touch to give the patient or lover extreme pleasure." 

To demonstrate, he pinched one of Mary's nipples very gently between his thumb and finger. Mary groaned even louder and her body jerked on the bed causing her breasts to jiggle deliciously much to the amusement of the group. 

Afterwards, Phillip came in and told her that Jason's first demonstration had gone very well, and he had received lots of orders, especially for the new sensation oil. 

Mary smiled. "I'm not surprised," she said, gently rubbing her finger over her still tingling nipples. "I wouldn't mind a jar of that myself," she said with a grin. 

Phillip smiled. "I'm sure we can fit you up with a few samples before you leave." 

The second demonstration went as well as the first, and this time she couldn't wait for the oil to be applied to her breasts. She held her breath as Jason applied it, and then waited for the wonderful sensation. Mary was still lying on the massage couch as the last group filed out. She was still caressing her breasts and pulling on her still erect nipples. Jason smiled at her. "You enjoy that, don't you?" he said with a slight smile. 

Mary nodded. "I can't believe what it does, and it's wonderful." 

"It works its magic in other places, too," he said, his eyes dropping down to her exposed pussy. 

Mary reddened slightly. 

"Would you like to try it now we are alone?" 

She looked at him and ran a wet tongue nervously over her lips. "I shouldn't, but......" 

"You know you want to." 

Just then Phillip came in, smiling. "You two are doing very well. I've got several large orders." Then he looked at them realizing he had interrupted something. "Sorry, was I interrupting something?" 

Jason shook his head. "No, Mary was considering trying another little experiment with the sensation oil." 

Phillip grinned. "On your head be it if you do," he said shaking his head and looking at Mary. 

"Well?" Jason said, questioningly 

Mary nodded. "I've really got to try it," she said, and she lay back on the massage table. 

Phillip smiled and walked around to the head of the table. "Lift your arms above your head, Mary. I'm going to hold on to them. When the oil begins to work, you will want to touch yourself; preventing that will heighten the experience." 

Obediently she raised her arms and Phillip grabbed her wrists. 

"Okay?" said Jason, looking down at her. 

Mary nodded. "As well as I can be." 

"Okay, now raise your knees slightly and open your legs." 

Mary followed his instructions, feeling excited and expectant, even a little brazen displaying herself like this. She bit her lip as she saw Jason dip his finger into the pot. Then she closed her eyes tightly and her body went rigid. She felt him gently part her outer lips, and then his finger was wiping over the inner folds. For a moment nothing happened. Then suddenly she cried out, her body almost lifting from the table. If it hadn't been for Phillip holding her wrists, she would have fallen off. 

She began groaning and crying out, writhing on the table as exquisite spasms coursed through her body. It was as though her pussy was on fire. She felt herself orgasm, and moments later it came again. She was bathed in perspiration. She tried to pull her hands from Phillip's grip; she needed to touch herself, but he held her tight. 

"Touch me, please," she said pleadingly looking up at Jason. "I need to feel someone touching me." She groaned again as Jason obliged, rubbing his fingers over her gushing pussy. "Inside, inside," she pleaded. 

Jason thrust his finger deeply into her wet hole. She cried out again as this spread the oil deeper onto her love tunnel. She gripped her thighs together, trapping his hand. 

She looked at him, perspiration dripping down her face. "Fuck me, Jason, please fuck me," she pleaded. 

Jason smiled. "You really want me too?" 

She nodded urgently. 

She saw Jason smile at Phillip who was still holding on to her wrists. Then he unfastened the white pants and stepped out of them. She looked hungrily at his already erect cock as he climbed up onto the bed. He eased her legs apart and positioned himself between them. He rubbed his stiff cock up against her wet pussy lips. 

"Do me now, you bastard! Stick it in me; fuck me! Please fuck me." Jason obliged, sliding into her body. The sensation was wonderful. The residue of the oil was still there causing him to experience the sensation as well. He sank deep into her and she groaned. 

"Thank you, thank you, you wonderful man. Now fuck me hard." 

Jason obliged, while at the head of the table Phillip had released her hands and began to caress her breasts, rubbing the nipples between his



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Sorry for this omission but this is the missing end to part 7.

Jason obliged, while at the head of the table Phillip had released her hands and began to caress her breasts, rubbing the nipples between his fingers. He watched Jason plunging into their attractive young assistant. He felt the hardness of his own cock rubbing against the wooden sides of the massage table. Was he going to get the opportunity to experience the delights of Mary's attractive body? 

He shouldn't have worried. At the moment, Mary's needs were insatiable, and she made no objection when he replaced Jason between her thighs. Mary had no idea how long the session went on. The two guys just used her body, and she willingly allowed them to. She was exhausted and extremely satisfied by the time they all called it a day. 

Afterwards, they helped her clean herself up. She wrapped herself in a towel. Outside, the place had emptied. Only a few stands were still occupied. Others were closed and dark. Phillip thanked her for her help, and she smiled when she kissed them both. "I think it's me who ought to thank you," she said with a smile. 

She made her way through the almost empty hall back to the Logan Promotions office. Gina was already dressed and chatting with Jerry. He smiled when she came in. "Everything okay?" 

She smiled. "Yes, it's been a very interesting day." 

She slipped the towel off and started to get dressed. This was only day one of three and she wondered what tomorrow would bring.

Chapter 08

After she had changed, she found Bob waiting for her in the car just outside reception. 

"Well, what sort of day has it been?" he asked as she settled into the car.

"Interesting. I hope you have found plenty to interest you. It's been a long day."

"How can any guy not be interested in a place like that? It's like letting a kid free in a candy store."

They drove back to the hotel and decided to find somewhere to eat outside the hotel.

"I could just fancy an Indian," Mary said. "How about you?"

Bob grinned. "After seeing all that pussy all day, I could just fancy yours before we go out. It would make a very appetizing starter to any meal."

Mary laughed, but she was wondering if she would be able to take Bob on so soon after Jason and Phillip. In fact, she could still feel their juices seeping from her pussy as she had not had a chance to shower at the center.

They arrived back at the hotel, and as soon as they got to their room, Bob took her in his arms. They kissed; she began to panic; she needed to shower. If he started trying to make love and he touched her down there, he would soon realize what she had been up to. "Look, "she said, trying to pry herself from his arms, "let me go and get cleaned up. It's been a long and tiring day."

Reluctantly he let her go, and she scurried to the bathroom. He had to agree she would taste a lot better after a shower when she was all pink and warm.

In the bath room Mary quickly removed her clothes and tossed them in the dirty linen basket. She turned on the shower and stepped under the stinging spray. She was relieved that she had made it before Bob had discovered anything, and began to feel better. She carefully washed herself, making sure that all signs of her lovemaking were washed away.

Fifteen minutes later she emerged from the shower wrapped in a towel. She smiled when she saw Bob lying on the bed. He was completely naked; his cock stood up like a tent pole, and he was gently massaging it.

"Come over here and slide your delightful pussy around this. I bet you are in nearly as bad a state as me, spending all day naked with guys ogling you." There was no way out; she undid the towel and let it fall to the floor. She got on the bed and positioned herself astride him. As she lowered herself, she felt the hardness of his cock head rubbing up against her pussy lips: those same pussy lips that had less than an hour ago willingly accepted both Phillip and Jason. 

She felt her lips part as he inserted the head of his cock. He thrust up towards her and she lowered herself, enveloping his cock in the warm wet folds of her pussy. Suddenly she realized that she was hungry again: hungry for sex.

She worked her muscles and squeezed him. He groaned and pressed into her. His hands reached up and began to caress her breasts, squeezing them gently, and pulling on her already extended nipples.

Together they began to fuck. Their cries and groans became louder as they neared a climax. Suddenly he came in a long gushing orgasm. She responded and their juices mixed; she fell forward gasping, pressing her breasts into his bare chest, and kissing his neck and ears.

"I really needed that," he gasped.

Mary nodded. "And so did I," she lied, but she had to admit that she had enjoyed it.

Of course they both needed to shower again before they dressed and made their way out to reception. The receptionist was very helpful and directed them to a good local Indian restaurant. 

The food was good: hot and tasty and washed down with a nice bottle of wine. During the meal Bob did quiz her on what she had been doing with the exhibitors.

"Just helping them out and looking pretty," she said with a smile.

It was quite late when they finally made it back to the hotel, but they did manage to make love again before falling in to a well earned sleep.

Next morning, Mary was awoken from her sleep by the exciting feeling of someone caressing her body. She lay there for a few moments enjoying the sensation as she struggled to become fully awake. She opened her eyes to find Bob leaning over her. The covers had been turned back and he was lightly exploring her body, drawing circles with his finger around her nipples and trailing down over her stomach to brush lightly across her pussy. 

She smiled and looked up at him. "Do you always wake your lover like this?" she asked.

He nodded. "When she is as beautiful as you are. I just can't resist your body."

She smiled and pulled him down to her. Their lips met in a long passionate kiss, their tongues wrestling with each other's, and she felt him squeeze her breasts more urgently. 

"Do we have time?" she asked breathlessly.

"We'll make time. I really need you this morning."

She smiled up at him and he felt her spread her legs. She groaned and gripped onto his shoulders as he eased himself inside her. She lay back and enjoyed the wonderful sensation as he penetrated her deeply. He then lay on top of her enjoying the feeling of her pussy gripping his cock while she gently contracted her vaginal muscles. 

That morning it was a long sensuous fuck. Gone was the urgency of last night; now it was more gentle, more satisfying for both of them. Time and time again they came to the brink only to ease off and slightly relax before climbing the mountain again. When they finally came, it was a complete and satisfying finale.

Afterwards they lay in each other's arms relaxing before suddenly noticing the time. 

Quickly they showered and dressed, going for a quick breakfast. Then it was a dash through the early morning rush hour to the exhibition centre. They made it although about fifteen minutes late. Jerry looked up at the clock as Mary entered the Logan Promotions office. "Cutting it fine, aren't you? We have punters already queuing up outside; we open in 15 minutes."

She apologized. "The traffic was hell."

Jerry smiled. "Was it that, or was it the bed? I hear you brought your lover down with you."

"Maybe it was a bit of both," she said with a cheeky grin.

"Okay, go and get yourself ready. Gina's already out there. You are both working with Exotic Creations today. Well, later because for the first part I will need both of you on reception. After that you can sort things out between you."

Mary made her way to the small changing room and quickly removed her clothes: everything, that is, apart from her heels. She checked herself in the mirror; she was getting used to seeing herself naked at work.

She then made her way over to the reception area. She didn't feel too bad today about being naked in such a public place. Exhibitors making their way to their displays nodded to her; it was a still a strange sensation.

Gina greeted her with a smile. "I guess you must have had a good night, or did you just overlay?"

"A bit of both," she said. "Anything I should know about today?"

"Not really. Almost the same routine as yesterday, but you will have to be a bit more wary about hands. Public days are apt to get a bit feely, feely. The fact that we are naked seems to give them the idea that anything goes, but security is always on hand if they go too far."

As soon as the doors opened, Mary saw the difference. She felt ogled more, and more aware of her nakedness. Guys with cameras jostled to take pictures of her. Some wanted to join her in the pictures. She tried to be friendly and obliging, standing and smiling while their friends took pictures. Some wanted to hold her, to touch her nakedness; others just wanted to stand and look. By noon the initial rush on the door had turned to a trickle, and Jerry's receptionist turned up to give them a lunch break.

"Might be a good idea to slip a robe on today," Gina said. "It's more crowded; no point in putting temptation in their way."

After collecting their robes, they made their way over to the refreshment area and collected lunch packs. Fortunately they found an empty table.

"It is much busier today," Mary commented.

"Usually is on the public days. By the way, do you want to go first this after noon?"

Mary looked at her puzzled.

"Exotic creations," she explained.

Mary nodded. "Sorry, yes, if you want me too; wasn't thinking."

"You do two till four and I'll do four to six. Then after our break, we have to divide the other two between us. Which one do you want?"

Mary had little hesitation. She remembered back to her session with Phillip and Jerry last night. "I'll take Intimacy if that's okay with you."

Gina nodded. "I guess we both took the same choices from the list Jerry sent out."

"You mean the exhibitors to work for?"

Gina nodded. "I didn't fancy the other two. I'm not really into BDSM, and being fucked in public is not really my thing."

"You mean that's what you are expected to do at the porno film company?"

Gina smiled. "Yes, they have a small studio where they demonstrate how porno movies are made and let amateur film makers have a go."

Mary bit into her roll. She looked across at Gina. "It must be hell of a turn on being fucked in public."

Gina laughed. "I guess it is if that's your thing. Then she brushed the crumbs off her robe and stood up. "I need to do a few things. I'll see you later: four o'clock on reception."

As Gina left, Mary looked up and saw Bob coming though the crowd. He smiled. "It's a change to see you dressed," he joked. "There's a lot here, isn't there?" he said looking around.

"Have you seen everything?" Mary asked.

"Just about; few more places I want to revisit later."

"Have you been on the Magnus productions stand?"

He shook his head. "No, that's one of the ones that's on my list for later. It's always very busy."

"Fancy having a walk over there now? I wouldn't mind to see what I might have been doing if I had selected them as one of my choices."

When they got there, it was a very busy unit, and there was already a queue for the next program. Mary pushed her way through and showed her name badge to the guy on the door. He smiled and nodded and opened the door for them. "You'll probably find a couple of free seats at the back."

The studio was surprisingly large. There was seating on three sides, and in the centre, a large bed. Bright lights blazed down on a couple on the bed: a shapely blond and a well muscled black guy. Both were completely naked, the woman on her back in the missionary position with him lunging into her with long powerful strokes. Around the bed, three cameramen were filming with video cameras from different angles. Mounted above the couple were three plasma screens showing the pictures from each camera. The pictures were highly detailed and showed extreme close ups.

Mary and Bob found some empty seats and watched the scene before them. Mary had never seen a couple make love before; well, not in the flesh. She had of course seen movies, but this was the real thing.

Bob put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. "That could have been you down there if you had selected Magnus as one of your choices," he whispered into her ear.

Mary immediately felt herself getting extremely warm. Bob was right. Could she actually have done it--allowed herself to be fucked in front of all these people? She could feel herself moistening at the thought.

She watched as the black guy withdrew from the woman. His cock was enormous, as big as she had ever seen. She had a sudden urge to touch herself. She slid her hand inside her robe and pressed her hand over her pussy. She was not surprised to find she was already wet. The black guy turned his partner over. She knelt up on the bed; he thrust his fingers into her opening her up, then quickly followed with his cock.

Mary saw the woman's large breasts swinging as he again began to thrust into her, gripping onto her thighs. She was fascinated by the erotic display being acted out in front of her, and when Bob slipped his hand inside her robe and pushed her hand out of the way, she made no move to stop him fingering her himself.

The woman on the bed was now moaning loudly, pleading with the guy to finish, thrusting her rear backwards to get the most out of each stroke. Mary just sat there and watched, fascinated, her legs wide apart. Bob's finger were working their magic, and when the guy on the bed pulled out and sprayed thick globules of creamy cum all over the woman's back, Mary had a simultaneous climax, slumping back in her seat, crying out, and gasping for air. One or two of the guy in front of them realized what must have been happening and looked around and smiled. 

Mary stayed in her seat trying to compose herself as the show came to an end and the couple left the bed. Bob inquired if she were okay, and she nodded.

"I think you enjoyed that," he said with a smile.

"I've never seen it done in real life before; it was such a turn on."

"I could tell that," Bob said with a grin. "You were incredibly wet. I guess you would have liked to have been up there."

Mary almost felt herself blushing just at the thought. "I don't think I could do it in front of all those people."

They were just about to leave when a guy who had been directing things came over.

"I guess you are one of Jerry's girls," he said.

Mary nodded. "We just popped in to see the show."

"And what did you think?"

"It was rather erotic; I've never seen it done in real life before."

The guy grinned. "I'm always looking for new talent if you fancy it."

Mary shook her head. "I couldn't do it, not in front of everyone."

The guy nodded. "Well, you know where we are if you change your mind."

They said good-bye and she followed Bob out into the exhibition centre again.

"I need to go," she said. "Are you hanging around? I'm doing a stint on Exotic Creations now for a couple of hours."

Bob smiled. "Don't worry about me. This is a fun place to be. I'll see you later." 

Mary found her way to the Exotic Creations stand. Ranged around the stand were shop window mannequins attired in extremely sexy undies, sleep wear, and very brief bikinis. She introduced herself to a lady called Miranda. She was the owner of the company. She welcomed Mary on board with a big smile. "Glad to meet you," she said. "Jerry said you would be around to help us out for a couple of hours. It is easy work: just displaying our range of items to the punters. If you go inside, you will find Elli. She will show you what we want you to do."

She made her way inside the stand and found Elli, a petite blond, who looked to be in her early forties. She was chatting to another woman who was dressed in a set of very revealing lingerie. She turned round and looked at Mary. "You my relief?" she asked.

Mary nodded. "I guess so."

Elli looked at her. "Are you Annabelle?"

She smiled and nodded. "Miranda said you would give me instructions."

"There's not a lot to give. All you have to do is to display our outfits--these on the racks," she said indicating several racks of frothy underwear behind her. "You can just about please yourself with what you wear, but try to mix things up a bit: you know, undies, wraps, stockings, swim wear. Then go out there and parade around for ten minutes or so. After that, come back in and change. 

The girl in the undies slipped into some clothes, looking over at Mary. "Hope you are not shy. None of these things hide a lot, and some of those punters out there want to see everything."

Mary shook her head. "No, I should manage. I've already spent most of my time here totally naked so it will be a change to wear something, however little it covers."

Elli smiled. "That's what I like to hear." She turned to another girl who was just about to leave, asking her, "Will you be in tomorrow?" The girl nodded as she left. "Around ten be okay?" Elli nodded.

Elli turned and sorted through the racks. She passed Mary an outfit. "Here, start with this. I think it's rather nice. You can wear these hold ups with it," she said passing Mary an unopened packet.

Mary saw Elli watching her as she drew off her wrap. She smiled. "You have a nice figure; you should show the things off well."

Mary slipped into the outfit, an almost completely see through bra and thong. Then she pulled on the holdups. When she was ready, Elli smiled. "You look very good; now get out there and let them see you." Mary had no doubts that they would see her, for the brief items hid nothing.

It was a strange feeling when she stepped out onto the front of the stand. Although she had spent a lot of time totally naked, it felt different wearing this sexy outfit. This titillated rather than exposed. Anyway, the punters seemed to like it, and Mary was enjoying the attention she was getting. Cameras flashed from all directions, and she did some exaggerated poses which were appreciated by everyone.

After ten minutes, Miranda asked her to change into something else. This was how the two hours was spent. By the end of the session she was getting really turned on by all the attention. Some of the items were really erotic, like the crotchless panties and the peep hole bras. When one of the photographers that had grouped around the stand asked her to change into something one of the mannequins was wearing, she saw no point of going into the back to change, but did it there on the stand. She was under a constant barrage of camera flashes as she stripped and slipped into the other outfit, and when she had done the change, she got a big round of applause. 

Mary was enjoying herself. The crowd loved her and she was a little sorry when Gina turned up to take her off. She had loved working in front of the crowd.

She was just saying her good-byes to Miranda and Elli when Bob appeared. "You moving on?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yes, I'm on Intimacy Products for their last stint."

"I'll walk over with you if that's okay." She nodded, but she was worried that he might stay around. After her session on Erotic Creations, she was feeling quite turned on and she knew that she could get some much needed relief from two certain guys on that stand. But when she got there, she was disappointed because she found Phillip alone. Apparently Jason had been called away on business. "You can hang around if you want to," he said, "but I can't do any exhibitions because there is no one to cover the stand."

She looked at Bob and he shrugged. "No point in hanging around, is there? We might as well go and get a drink."




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Phillip agreed. "Come around tomorrow, Mary. Jason should be back then. I'm sure he would like to see you again before the show closes," he said with a knowing smile that luckily Bob didn't catch.

They made their way over to the bar and Bob bought her a drink. "What now?" he asked. "Can we get off early?"

"Not really. I'm booked until the show finishes. I guess I ought to go to one of the other stands and see if they need any help."

"Which one do you fancy," Bob inquired.

"I don't know," she said. "I suppose I ought to go and see Jerry, but he could be any where."

"You could always do the porno film stand. That's one of yours, isn't it?"

Mary looked at the expression on Bob's face.

"You really mean that, don't you?"

Bob grinned. "I would like to fuck you myself right this minute, but we have no where to go. The next best thing would be to see someone else fuck you."

Mary immediately felt herself getting warm. She could feel the sensation deep between her thighs. She looked over at Bob. "You would really like to see someone else having sex with me?" 

He nodded. "I saw how turned on you were after the show."

Mary remembered how she felt, and she could see Bob was keen on the idea, but could she go through with it? She had been naked in front of everyone. She had allowed some of the guys to touch her; some had taken liberties, but allowing herself to be fucked while a crowd sat around watching--she was not sure. She guessed it might be exciting, but it was well out of her comfort zone. 

He looked at her. "Well, what have you decided?" 

She looked at him. She could see he was keen. She had heard that some guys liked to see their partner having sex with another guy. Was Bob one of them? She had come a long way in the last few weeks starting with stripping in front of a window. Was there anything else, or was this the final frontier? 

"Well, if that's what you want," she said. "I guess I could use some relief. I can already feel myself getting wet."

Bob grinned, pulling her up from her seat. "Let's go and get you well and truly fucked."

Mary's legs were shaking as they made their way across to the Magnus Productions stand. She was still not sure that she could go through with it, but Bob's encouragement only added to her feeling of need.

A show had just ended and the men were filing out. The director saw Mary and smiled. "Come over to visit us again, have you? Fancy joining in?"

Mary looked at Bob. He grinned. "She's fancying having a go—that is if you can use her." "That right?"

Mary nodded. "Yes, the last guy I was working with didn't need me so I came over to see if you could use me for anything."

The guy looked at Mary. "From what I can see of you, I can certainly use you. I'd like to use you myself, but I'm afraid I have to direct the show. Jerome is doing the next show and I'm sure he will make very good use of you."

Mary felt herself shaking again. Had she gone too far this time? Still, it was too late now to back out. He took them over to the door where a queue was already forming for the next showing and told the guy to let them through. "If you want to go and get yourself a good seat, I'll take the little lady through and introduce her as Annabelle to Jerome."

Jerome turned out to be the black guy she had seen earlier when she was here. He was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts and she could already see the bulge. She remembered the size of his cock and shuddered at the thought. The director left them together saying that he needed to get things started. "Jerome will tell you how we work it." 

He turned out to be a nice guy. He offered her a glass of wine and smiled when she wrinkled her nose as she drank it.

"If it tastes a little funny," he said, "it's because I've put a little something in it. Keeps me perky and you will find it will make you feel randy." He grinned. "It helps. You will find it's not easy for you the first time with all those guys watching and being so close."

Mary was already feeling more than a little turned on by the whole situation, and now with whatever was in the wine, she was feeling more than ready.

"Let's see what's on offer, honey."

Mary looked at him puzzled.

"The body, babe; let's see the body."

Now she understood. She undid the belt of her robe and spread it open. His eyes lit up as he looked her up and down, nodding slowly. "That's some nice body," he said. "I think I am going to enjoy myself tonight."

Mary smiled at his comment, but she still had that uneasy feeling. Outside she could hear the crowd moving in and the director speaking to them.

"He gives them a little chat first and picks two or three of them to be cameramen. Then we go out and put on a show for them.

Jerome listened at the doorway. Then he smiled and turned to her. "Okay, Annabelle, that's our cue; lets get out there." He held out his hand and led her into the studio. 

Mary was shaking and Jerome could feel this. "Don't worry, babe. Don't think about them. Just enjoy yourself."

She smiled a weak smile. It was okay for him, but this was something she had never experienced before. The director introduced them to the audience, and then explained again what would be happening. Mary looked around for Bob and was surprised to see him sitting on the front row. 

What surprised her more was that he was holding a professional looking video camera, as were the two guys beside him. My God, she thought, he's going to be one of the camera men! 

"Okay, Annabelle and Jerome, let's get things rolling," the director called out.

Jerome looked at Mary. "Are you ready?" he asked. "As ready as I will ever be," she said with a slight nod of her head.

Bob and the other two guys stood up as Jerome reached out and began to untie the belt of her robe. He eased it off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. There were murmurs of approval as her naked body was exposed. Jerome reached out and began to caress her breasts, squeezing her already hard nipples. A couple of the camera guys got in for close ups.

He then moved her back towards the large bed and sat her down. He eased her legs apart, exposing her totally. He ran a finger over her exposed pussy lips, parting them slightly. The camera guys struggled for position. Mary knew from her own visit to the show previously that every intimate detail was being shown on the screens above her.

She tried to put the crowd out of her mind and concentrate on what Jerome was doing to her. He had two fingers inside her working them in and out. She could feel she was wet. She closed her eyes and leaned back on her hands. At least now in her own little world, she began to feel herself responding--the first slight signs of her muscles responding.

"Move back up onto the bed, babe." The sound of Jerome's voice brought her back to the present. She eased herself up onto the bed. Jerome smiled down at her. Then in one swift movement, he pushed down his boxers. There were a few whistles and comments when his cock came into view.

He climbed up onto the bed and positioned himself on his knees above Mary. He was almost sitting on her breasts and his monster that was already erect was inches from her face. He grinned as he took it in his hands and ran it over her lips.

"You're gonna suck on this nice and hard, babe. Give them camera guys a good show."

Mary quite enjoyed oral, but this guy was big. How would he feel down her throat? There was only one way to find out. She reached over and wrapped her fingers around it. Well, almost. It was too big to get them around it completely; it was hard and warm to the touch. She licked her tongue across the purple helmet before opening her mouth wide and taking it in.

She allowed it to go as deep as she could, almost gagging as it pressed for a moment against the back of her throat. Then she began to suck on it, working it with her tongue. With her free hand, she gripped his testicles, massaging them gently. 

Jerome was good. He knew how to treat a newcomer. He allowed her to set the pace, not forcing her. She had begun to lose some of her worries. She was concentrating on her work, putting on a show for the cameras. After a few minutes, he put his hand over hers and made her stop. Then he eased himself out of her mouth. Mary felt a little disappointed, but it was only short lived.

He moved his position astride her and turned facing the other way, then took up a position on his hands and knees. His cock was again above her face and she lifted her head and licked the head. Then she felt him easing her legs apart. She knew where things were going: her favorite oral position, the 69. Sure enough, she felt him go down on her, licking across her pussy. She gripped his cock, and opening her mouth, took it inside again.

This time they began to work in unison. Jerome was thrusting his tongue into her. It seemed to go in so deep, touching every part. She was writhing on the bed, gripping his cock between her hands and working her lips tightly around it. Completely gone were the thoughts of the men around her or the pictures that were being displayed on the screens. Now she was enjoying herself, and she wanted to satisfy this gorgeous black guy as much as she wanted to gain satisfaction from him.

When she felt the first signs of her orgasm, she began to work on him even harder, sucking and licking and working him with her hands. She tried to hold off her orgasm as long as she could. She wanted them to cum together. At last she felt him stiffen his body, and suddenly with a rush, he came. She gagged at first as he filled her mouth, but all thoughts were gone when her own orgasm overcame her.

He withdrew from her and trails of his thick creamy fluid ran from her mouth and dripped down her chin. She fell back onto the bed gasping and swallowing the remains down her throat. Around her she heard the applause of the audience. 

Jerome removed himself from over her body and lay down beside her. Someone passed them a towel and a glass of fruit juice.

"You've got a great mouth on you, babe," Jerome whispered in her ear. "And in a few moments I'm going to try out that pussy." He reached down and ran his hand over it. "If it fucks as well as it tastes, you are one hell of a babe."

Now that the first rush of excitement was over, Mary was beginning to feel self conscious again. Things had gone much further then she ever had imagined. She had performed a sex act in public, giving a black guy a blow job: even swallowed his cum and allowed him to go down on her while being watched and filmed. Now he was going to fuck her for real. She trembled. Was it in anticipation, or was it fear of the unknown? What would it feel like to have that monster of a cock inside her body? It was far bigger than she had ever experienced before. She had seen him with the other model, fucking her. Now it was her turn to experience it. Would it be pleasure or pain?

They sat up, finished their drinks, and passed the glasses back to an assistant. As Jerome helped her to wipe herself down, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "How do you want it, babe? Front or back?"

She shook her head. "I don't do anal." 

He grinned. "I meant missionary or doggie?"

"I prefer doggie if I get the choice," she said. She had to smile to herself. Here she was discussing with a black guy which way she was to be publicly fucked.

"Fine by me," Jerome said with a big grin. "Gives me a chance to squeeze those jugs."

"You two ready?" the director asked.

Jerome nodded. "Ready and raring to go." 

The director instructed Mary how to position herself so that the audience and the cameramen could get the best view of the action. She saw Bob positioned in front of her, viewing her through his camera. He looked up and winked at her. "Have fun," he said with a grin. 

She felt Jerome position himself behind her. She shuddered slightly as she felt him rub his cock up against her pussy. Then he was opening her up with his fingers and inserting the head of his cock. She was glad she was still well lubricated. He gripped her thighs and slowly eased himself inside her body. She gasped as she felt him stretching her. Was she going to be able to take him? Working gently, he worked himself deeper and deeper. She was sure she could take no more, but still she did. She had never been filled like this. 

Then gently and slowly he began to fuck her. As the initial fear left her, she began to relax and enjoy the sensation. Around her the audience was urging him on. He increased his speed and she felt her breasts begin to swing with the motion of her body. Then she felt them being gripped as he took one in each hand, gently squeezing her flesh and tweaking her hard nipples.

He was a master at his art, bringing her to the brink time and time again. Her body was bathed in perspiration. She was gasping and pleading with him, and finally he relented; she climaxed with a scream. It was a sensation like she had never felt before. She was a little disappointed when he suddenly withdrew, and she felt his juices splash over her body as she collapsed onto the bed amid cheers from the audience. 

She lay on the bed breathless as she heard the audience leaving the studio. Someone put her robe over her, and the harsh lights were switched down.

"You okay, babe?" she heard Jerome whisper in her ear. She nodded.

"You were a good fuck," he said. "We'll have to get together again sometime."

She smiled to herself. He was right there; one time with this guy was certainly not enough for her. Now she wanted more.

At last she managed to sit up on the bed and wipe herself down. She looked across to see Bob sitting on the empty front row. He smiled at her, and she wondered if he had enjoyed it as much as she had. 

The director came over and thanked her. "If you ever think of taking it up professionally, come along and see me. I will always be able to find you some work." He smiled. "Oh, and by the way, when I've edited up the stuff that's been taken today, I'll send you a copy. If you let me use it, I'll pay you, but I won't do anything with it without your permission."

She still felt her legs were a little shaky when she tried to stand up and Bob came over to assist her. She said her good-byes to Jerome and the crew and they made their way out into the emptying hall. By the time they got to Jerry's office, she was beginning to feel okay again although she was feeling a little tender between her thighs. She needed a shower, but she would have to wait till they got back to the hotel.

Bob was quiet for the first part of the journey. She wondered what he was thinking. "Was it what you expected," she finally asked him.

He turned and smiled at her. "It was better. It was such a turn on to see you together with a black guy. He was so big."

She grinned. "You don't have to tell me; I was worried he was going to tear me apart."

They both laughed. 



Blackmail Ch. 09



It was not until Mary was in the shower the following morning that she suddenly realized that she had not heard from her tormentor: in fact, not since she had left the office two days ago. Had the calls finished? She hoped in some ways that they had, but then again it had shown her a new side to herself: a new found confidence and a new found excitement. She had been through a lot since that first day that she was made to strip in front of the window. It had been an eye opening journey for her from that first time in the window, to working naked at an Erotic Fair, and being publicly fucked before an audience in a studio of a Porno Film Company.

She gently rubbed her hand over her pussy still feeling the effects of Jerome's work. She had felt sorry for Bob last night as she had still been feeling too tender to allow Bob the pleasure of her body; well, her pussy at least. 

She had managed to satisfy him successfully with her hands and mouth and other less painful parts. As she stood under the spray, she was not sure if she were looking forward to her last day at the exhibition or not. 

As things turned out, it all worked out well. She did the morning stint with Gina, and then worked for Body Art. She explained about her tender condition and they agreed to go a little easier on her. At the end they gave her a small but expensive present of a pack of the stimulation cream as a thank you gift.

Her final session with Exotic Creations worked out well, too. She only had to display things there, and she was pleased when she received a surprise parcel from Miranda, the owner of Erotic Creations, of a selection of items from their range as a thank you gift.

With only two hours left before the show closed, she finally decide to call in at Magnus Productions. She wanted to say good-bye to everyone, but particularly to Jerome. Even feeling as she did, she knew she would not be able to resist the offer of anther show if they asked her. But as it turned out, Jerome had been called away to the main studio to do some emergency filming. The director did say she was still very welcome to join them, but she declined his offer. "Maybe another day," she said with a smile.

Before the show closed, Jerry thanked her and Gina for all their help and presented them both with a cheque for their good work. It was something she wasn't expecting, so all in all, it had been an interesting and rewarding three days.

"You did well out of that," Bob said when he saw the gifts and the size of the cheque as she packed her bags and extra items in the car,

"Well, I worked hard for it," she said with a grin.

Bob agreed and they chatted happily about the three days as they drove home. Bob seemed interested in everything she had gone through and wanted to know all the intimate details. 

It was getting late before they arrived back at her place. She was not too sorry in some ways when Bob said he would have to get straight off. He had been away for two nights and did have a wife at home who might not be pleased if he spent another night away.

They kissed their good-byes in the car. He thanked her for a wonderful weekend of pleasure and said they would most likely see each other at work the following day. It was nice to get back to the peace and quiet of her own place. 

She dropped the bags and gifts in the bedroom, and poured herself a large glass of cold white wine from the fridge.

She sat back on the sofa relaxing, sipping the wine, thinking over what had happened, everything she had gone through. Never in a lifetime would she have thought that she would have done what she had done over that weekend. It almost felt unreal now she was back in her own home. Her thoughts were shattered by her mobile ringing, the one he used. She picked it up, and flicked it open. 

"Hello, there," said a now familiar voice. "The weekend went very well. You surpassed my wildest dreams."

"You were there?" she asked, surprised. 

"Yes, I spent a couple of days looking around, catching up on you." 

My God, she thought to herself! He had been there, but there had been hundreds there. How could she have spotted one person, a person she only knew by his voice? 

"I really enjoyed your performance with that black guy."

She gasped; he had actually been that close to her.

"I never imagined you would have gone so far so quickly, from sex in private to sex in public, in a few short weeks, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself."

Mary smiled to herself. How right he was.

"Well, I've called with some news for you. Not sure if it will be good or bad; depends on how you feel about yourself. I have one last assignment for you. When that is completed, you are free from me."

Mary was at first elated by the thought. It would be over at last, but then suddenly she wondered if she really wanted it to be over. She guessed she had in some ways almost become a submissive bending to the warped will of a master. She was not sure if she wanted it to finish.

"Your last assignment will be on Friday evening. I discovered when I was looking into you that you did some dancing as a girl. Is that right?"

"I did dancing classes until I was sixteen."

"Good. I hoped my information was correct. It's just that you will be dancing on your next assignment. Well, dancing and stripping, actually. I guess with four days to work on it you could come up with a reasonable routine. 

I've arranged for someone to help you. You'll be hearing from them."

Mary did not quite know what to say. "Well, I guess I could come up with something. It's not something I've ever done before, but with someone to give me a few ideas and pointers it should be alright." 

"Okay, I know you will cope very well. I've acquired some costumes in your size. I will get them sent over by courier. You should take tomorrow off. Call in; say you are not feeling well. You have had a busy and exhausting weekend. I'm sure it will be okay with your bosses. Oh, and by the way, if you do get a copy of the film from Magnus, I would like a copy myself. I'm sure they will have no objections." Then he rang off.

She closed the phone and dropped it beside her. Just who was this guy who knew every detail about her past and present? He was certainly an accomplished stalker. She had never before felt that anyone special was watching her every move. 

Mary didn't realize just how tired she was, and after a long shower, she slept like a log. She was awakened suddenly next morning by the door bell. She slipped on a robe and went to answer it. A guy in a UPS uniform stood there with a large box in his hands.

"Package for you to sign for, Miss. Sorry if I got you up," he said looking at her attire.

She smiled. "I was just having an extra hour." She signed for the box and took it into the kitchen. She needed a coffee, but first she had to ring work. They seemed very understanding and told her to get well and be back as soon as she felt well enough.

She switched on the coffee, and while it heated up, she inspected the box. She found it contained three outfits, all sparkly and very well made, complete with Velcro fastenings. These were the real thing, made for easy removal. 

She made herself a coffee and read the note that came with the outfits. All it said was for her to try them on and pick out two that she would like to perform in as she would be doing two spots. It also said that she would be contacted by someone who would help her with her routines. She smiled. This was certainly going to be an interesting assignment, but she noticed that the only thing the note did not say was where she was going to perform. She guessed that information would be coming later. 

She ate a leisurely breakfast, then went into her bedroom and tried on the outfits one by one. As she expected, they were all very revealing, but they all fit her very well. She guessed that they had actually been made for her. She had to admit that she looked exciting in all of them, and she also discovered that there were five pieces to each outfit: a g-string, bra, pants, and two outer items.

She didn't know which to choose at the moment, but she had four days to decide that. It was about eleven that morning when the mobile rang again. She expected to hear his voice, but it was a woman. "Are you Annabelle?" she asked.

She hesitated for a moment and then realized that she must have been given her other name. "Yes, who's this?"

"My name is Crystal. I'm a dancer. I've been instructed to give you lessons. Can you come to my studio this afternoon?"

Mary assured her that she could and arranged to be there at two p.m.. 

"I understand you have your own costumes. Could you bring them along as well?"

Mary assured her that she would. Crystal gave her the address and directions, and said she would see her at two. Mary found the place easily. The directions she had given her were clear, and she pulled up in front of a large converted warehouse building that had obviously been divided up into smaller units. A sign on the wall above one doorway introduced Crystal's Dance Studio: exotic and belly dancing a specialty. 

She picked up her bag of costumes from the car and pressed the buzzer. A pleasant voice instructed her to come up and the door clicked open. She walked up a flight of stairs and into a small reception room. A pretty brunette who looked as though she should have still been in school smiled up at her. "Are you Annabelle?" she inquired. Mary nodded. "You can go straight through; Crystal's waiting for you."

Crystal turned out to be a blousy blond in her mid forties. She was wearing a long colorful Chinese robe. She looked up when Mary entered. "I guess you are Annabelle?" she inquired.

Mary nodded. 

"You require some training with regards to stripping? You ever done any before?" 

Mary shook her head. "No, not stripping. I did a wet t-shirt show a couple of weeks ago where I finished up naked."

Crystal grinned. "Well, at least you've experienced being naked in public."

Mary smiled to herself and decided not to say anything about the weekend.

"I hear what you are doing on Friday is a bit more up market then a wet t-shirt bash."

"You know what I'm doing?" Mary inquired.

Crystal shook her head. "No, nor really, but the guy who phoned would say only that it was an up market event so they want something special. You know, a class act. What dancing have you done before? Any?"

Mary explained she'd done ballet and tap and some modern dance.

"Well, that should stand you in good stead. 

Surprising how many we get here wanting to get into the stripping game who have no sense of rhythm at all," 

Mary smiled.

"Well, let's get down to work. If you've got to learn two routines by Friday, we have no time to lose. You will be doing two spots, an average of nine minute pre spot. That takes in the usual three parts to each strip so you will need six pieces of music. We can decide on that later when I see you dance. I have a guy who will make up a disc for you to take with you." 

She went over to a sound desk and set up some music. "Okay," she said as the music came on, "just dance around to this and let me see how you go."

Mary felt a little self conscious at first as she moved around the room. It was a long time since she had danced, but it was one of those skills you don't forget, and she had always enjoyed dancing. Crystal nodded appreciatively. "Yes, I can see you can dance," she called out. "Well, that's the first barrier over." She turned off the music. 

They sat down on the floor and Crystal went through the routine with her. "You just break each session up into three parts: part one the dance is suggestive of course, then part two the strip, and the final part, the show where you will be naked."

Crystal got up from the floor. "I'll go through a routine for you to show you what we are looking for, and then we will begin to work on yours."

Mary sat and watched as Crystal switched on the music again. She slipped off the Chinese robe, and under it she was wearing a dance costume. As soon as she started to dance, Mary could see she was good. She drifted around the room parting her costume displaying her long legs and using her hands to show off her body. When the music changed, she began her strip routine, removing each piece of her costume slowly and teasingly before she allowed her bra to fall away. Poising coyly at the last moment before removing her G-string, she stood there for a moment completely naked waiting for the music to change to a more bouncy number. Then she moved around doing more acrobatic moves that displayed every intimate part of her body. She finished the act with a flourish, laying spread eagle on the floor.

Mary applauded politely as Crystal stood up and came over. "You are very good. Were you a stripper?"

Crystal nodded. "Yes, for quite a few years. I started when I was sixteen. I was big for my age so I got away with it and managed to get work until I was in my late thirties. Then things began to droop quicker than I could get them fixed," she said with a grin, lifting one breast with her hand. "Then I decided to pack it in and become a teacher so here I am."

"You still have a nice body," Mary said, looking her up and down.

Crystal smiled. "But it's an old body. Now they want to look a firm young body like yours."

Mary felt herself blushing slightly.

"Okay," Crystal said, as she slipped her robe back on. "Get into one of your costumes and let me see you do a routine."

As there seemed no place to change, Mary started to undress where she was. She saw Crystal watching her as she slipped out of her clothes. 

When she was naked, Crystal stopped her. "Let's have a look at you," she said. Mary turned and faced her. Crystal nodded. "You have a wonderful body. You will do well in this game. Okay, put an outfit on."

When she was ready, Crystal put on the music again and watched as Mary tried to copy her routine. When she was done, Crystal nodded. "You were good; just a few rough edges, but we'll soon smooth those out. You need to be a bit slicker getting out of the costume. Always give the Velcro a sharp tug." By the time they had worked on it several times, it was beginning to come together, and Mary was quite pleased with her progress. She felt let down when Crystal at last called a halt.

"Go home, get a good shower, get some rest, and I'll see you tomorrow night, six o'clock".

When she left the dance studio, Mary was feeling quite proud of herself. She had accomplished quite a lot.

When she got back to work the next day, things were quite busy. It was the national AGM on Saturday and everything had to be prepared for that. Bob called in during the morning and asked her what was new. She told him about the strip tease and he smiled.  

"You know where it is?" he asked. "I wouldn't mind coming along to see that."

She shook her head and smiled. "Haven't you had enough of seeing me naked? I was naked all weekend."

He grinned. "Ill never get too much of seeing you in your birthday suit." 

She grinned and told him that she had no idea where she was performing, but she expected more details before Friday

After work, she worked with Crystal for two hours on both Tuesday and Wednesday, and by Wednesday, she had gotten the two routines cracked. Crystal was pleased with her. They had gotten her disc sorted and everything was just about ready, but she still had not heard where she was performing. 

"Well, it's been nice working with you," Crystal said as Mary was about to leave. "Fancy a glass of wine before you go to celebrate?" Crystal asked.

Mary nodded. "That would be nice."

Crystal went out and came back with a bottle of white wine and two glasses. She poured out a glass each and passed one to Mary. "To your success where ever it maybe," she said holding up her glass. They sipped the wine. "Are you sure you are okay about everything?" Crystal asked.

Mary nodded. "As much as I can be. I know you say that I'm okay, but I would have liked to have had some sort of dress rehearsal before the real thing."

Crystal grinned. "You mean undress rehearsal."

Mary laughed and nodded her head.

Crystal thought for a moment, sipping on her wine. "I might be able to help you with that if that's what you really want. From eight to nine tomorrow night I teach a group of male show dancers. There are usually about a dozen of them. I'm sure they would like to see you perform, and their feed back as guys and professionals would be good for you."

Mary nodded her head slowly. Performing in front of guys who knew something about dancing was certainly a good idea. Performing in front of guys full stop was a great idea, and she looked at Crystal who nodded. "Okay, I'll fix that up for you. Be here by eight forty-five, just before we finish." 

It was Thursday and still no information had arrived about the venue for the Friday night event. Mary got into work early as she wanted to be away as early as possible to get herself ready for the evening performance with Crystal and the guys at the dance studio. Luckily, most of the work for Saturdays AGM had been completed, and it was only a matter of putting everything together, a job Fran, her secretary, could easily do.

She managed to get a hair appointment during her lunch break, and got out of the office just after four o'clock. Back at her apartment, she spoilt herself with a long soak in the bath before she prepared a light meal. She packed her costumes and some extra make up into a small hold all, and was ready to leave the house just after eight.

She was feeling elated as she drove down the now darkened streets. She was excited about exposing herself again to strangers. It had become like a drug to her; she wanted to feel the excitement again and again. It was totally strange to her as it was completely against her nature and upbringing. But the last few weeks had opened her eyes to a new experience, and at the moment she just could not get enough of it. 

When she arrived, there were several cars parked outside the studio. She guessed they belonged to the dancers whom Crystal was training. She parked up, and picking up her bag, locked the car and went over and rang the intercom. 

Crystal answered. "Is that you, Annabelle?" she said. When Mary answered it was, the door clicked and she pushed it open.

Her legs were beginning to shake a little, and there were butterflies in her stomach as she made her way up the stairs. This was all part of the experience of taking on the unknown. She could hear music and hear Crystal's voice as she pushed open the door to the studio. Inside, a dozen guys were following a dance routine led by Crystal. She smiled and waved when she saw Mary at the door.

Mary stepped inside and found herself a chair and watched the class. All the guys were good dancers, and all were quite young. She guessed maybe late teens to mid to late twenties. She could see them glancing over in her direction. She wondered if Crystal had said anything, or was she keeping it as a surprise? When the music finished, she called for them to take five, and she came over to Mary, wiping her face on a sweat towel.

"That looks like hard work," Mary commented.

Crystal nodded. She sat down with a sigh of relief on a seat beside Mary,

The guys were all standing together toweling down and drinking from water bottles, several looking in her direction. A couple smiled. 

"Will they do as an audience?" Crystal inquired with a grin. 

Mary smiled. "I think they will do very well. Do they know what I'm here for?"

Crystal shook her head. "No, I've just told them that I have something special for them to judge. So if you want to go into the office and change, we will be ready in about fifteen minutes."

Mary made her way to the office. She slipped out of her clothes. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and smiled. It felt good to be naked again. She caressed her breasts, feeling her nipples rise to the occasion. In the studio, she could hear Crystal calling out moves to the dance music. Soon she would be out there, slowly stripping off her clothes in front of those twelve attractive young guys. She felt a warm sensation between her thighs and ran her fingers over her pussy. She could already feel the slight moistness as she parted her lips with a finger.




Blackmail Ch. 09



She quickly put on her costume and checked the Velcro fastenings. When she was ready, she checked her hair and make up, She could already feel the excitement building up in her. She heard the music stop, and she could just hear Crystal talking, but she could not quite make out what she was saying.

The office door opened and Crystal came in smiling. "Your audience awaits. I'll put your music on, and when I announce you, come out and the floor is yours."

She left the door slightly ajar so that Mary could hear her. Mary heard the first strains of her introduction. "Gentlemen, for your pleasure," she heard Crystal announce, "I give you Annabelle."

Mary pushed the door open and stepped out into the studio. There were a few whistles and a round of applause as she started her routine. All the hard work over the last two days was paying off. She remembered her moves, flashed her long legs, and smiled suggestively as she stroked her hands over her body. She was spot on when the music changed. The fastenings of her bolero jacket parted easily and it slid down her arms. She smiled as she tossed it towards the group. Eager hands caught it. She swirled out of the slim skirt with a flourish, tossing it high into the air.

She saw Crystal watching her. Crystal smiled and gave her the thumbs up. Mary saw the expectant looks on the guy's faces as she unclasped the front fasteners of her bra. She partly concealed her breasts with one arm as she slipped out of the bra. The discarded bra lay on the floor and she now caressed her breasts. She could feel her nipples tingling. There were whistles and more applause as she at last dropped her hands away and exposed her breasts to everyone before she turned her back on the small audience.

She hooked her fingers in the waist band of her panties and began to ease them over her hips. She bent forward as she did so. The panties slipped down her legs until she was touching the floor. There were whistles and comments as the twin globes of her firm bottom were exposed. She slipped the panties off her feet and tossed them into the air.

She turned and faced the guys again. She could see the expressions of lust on their faces as they took in her all but naked body, the small triangle of her G-string her only concealment. The second track was almost at the end. She did a couple of high kicks, and as the music concluded, she ripped off the final item. There was wild applause as she raised her arms above her head and stood before them now totally naked.

She held the pose for a few moments as the last track started with slow sensuous music. She began to move around the studio like a proud feline; she felt wonderful again. What was it about being naked that made her feel this way? She enjoyed showing off her body; she enjoyed the pleasure it gave her. She knew it also gave pleasure to those watching. 

She began to perform slow erotic acrobatics. The group had gone silent, enthralled by her performance. It excited her to expose herself like this. She concealed nothing, and when the music faded away, she dropped to the floor in the spread eagle position that Crystal had shown her.

For what seemed like minutes there was silence in the room. Then there was an uproar. Everyone was clapping and cheering. Crystal came over and helped her to her feet. Everyone congratulated her. A bottle of wine was produced and drinks were handed round. Her performance had obviously been a total success.

The guys came over and congratulated her. They all wanted to be near her. She could feel the tension in the air. Here she was, naked and surrounded by twelve horny guys. Before the situation could get out of hand, Crystal pushed her way through and draped a wrap around Mary's shoulders. "Come on guys, give her some room. She put on a good show for you."

Everyone agreed and Mary was pleased with the result. Now, at least, she knew that she could do it. Reluctantly the guys began to drift away. 

Crystal came over and handed her another drink. She was well pleased with her pupil. "You will make a great stripper," she said. "If you ever decide to go into it full time, just let me know, and I will be happy to manage you." 

Mary smiled. "Maybe. You never know," she said with a smile.

When the last of the guys had finally left, Mary sighed. "There was an awful lot of testosterone in the air."

Crystal grinned. "That's why I moved in. One false move and you would have been in the middle of a gang bang."

Mary laughed. "You are a spoil sport."

Crystal shook her head. "Even you couldn't have taken all twelve of them on." 

"The way I was feeling after my performance, I'd have given it a damn good try."

Both girls laughed.

"Go and get yourself changed. I need to lock up; it's been a long day."

As they left, Mary thanked Crystal for her help and for organizing the show tonight. She got in the car and drove home through the darkened streets, thinking about what might have been. 

She sighed and guessed Rodger Rabbit was going to get a good work out tonight. 

It was the following morning before she got the call she was waiting for. "You all set for tonight?" he asked.

"As well as I ever will be," she replied.

"Be at the Metropol hotel at 8:30 tonight. I've booked you a room. You will find all 

instructions there. You have been very good up to now. This is the final night so don't let me down." 

Mary was a bit concerned to find it was the Metropol. It was probably the best hotel in town, and that's what bothered her. Up to now, everything had been out of town where she was not known. She knew people who went to the Metropol. Burtondales, the company she worked for, used it quite often to put up their guests. She felt a little uneasy. 

She got off work early and got a good soak in the bath before she packed her bag. She made sure that she had everything: the costumes and the disc that Crystal had made for her with her music on it.

It was busy when she walked into the foyer of the hotel with her small hold all. The receptionist smiled. "May I help you, madam? Do you wish to sign in?"

Mary nodded and gave her name. The receptionist checked her computer and looked puzzled. "I'm sorry, madam. We don't seem to have a room under that name. Has it been booked through a company?" 

Mary was confused. She did not know who had booked it.

Just then a manager in a dark suit with a Metropol lapel badge came over. "Is there a problem, Marie?" he asked the receptionist.

"It's this lady, sir," the girl said. "We don't 

seem to have her down."

The man looked at the screen, then leaned over 

the girl's shoulder and pressed some keys on the computer. His face lit up with a smile. "There she is, Marie. She is booked in with the Burtondales Party."

Mary looked at him aghast. "Did you say Burtondales?" she asked in a strained voice.

He nodded. "Yes, they have the Monarch room tonight for a private dinner party, but I thought it was a male only do." Then he seemed to realize something. He smiled. "Oh, yes, I guess you are you the entertainment?" he said looking her up and down suggestively.

She stood there not knowing what to say or do. She was visibly shaken by the news. She didn't know what she should do. Maybe she should pick up her bag and flee the place and face the consequences later.

The manager passed her a card. "Just sign in here, Miss, and I will get somebody to take you to your room."

In a haze she obediently signed the card, and a porter took her bag and the key offered by the manager and she just followed him.

"I took a package up to your room earlier, madam," the porter said.

She nodded, still thinking furiously about what she should do. The porter unlocked the room, took in her bag, and handed her the key. "Have a good night with us," he said as he left. Mary sat down on the edge of the large bed, her head still in a whirl. She saw the box on the dressing table, the one the porter had spoken about. She noticed there was a note attached to it. She reached over and pulled it off. She opened it and began to read the contents

Dear Mary

If you are reading this letter, I guess you have made it as far as the room. I guess it must have been quite a shock for you to find out who you would be performing for. I'm glad you haven't done anything silly like running away.

Burtondales has always organized a private dinner party for the directors and managers on the eve of the AGM. This year I was put in charge of the entertainment, and instructed to put on something special. Mary, from what I have seen, you are very special.

You will be required to do two spots for them: one after the dinner at about 9.30 and again an hour later. I guess I know how you are feeling at this moment: how can you do it, how can you go out there and appear naked before people you know and work with.

Well, I have thought of that as well. I know over the last month you have begun to enjoy exposing yourself before strangers. It excited you in the supermarket and even more so at the Exotic Fair in Midchester, and you even had to do it again last night. I hear from Crystal that the guys at the studio loved it, and she says you have made a very good exotic dancer.

I think the plan I have tonight will excite you even more. How would it be if the board members did not recognize you? Imagine how it would feel dancing naked before people you know, but they did not know who you were.

In the box you will find a mask, a very expensive mask. It completely covers your face and head and has been designed to fit in with your outfits. Take it out, try it on. You will realize once you have it on that no one will be able to recognize you.

The only member of Burtondales staff who has seen you naked, as far as I know, is Bob Levant, and he's away on business.

Don't disappoint me. Give it a try. I'm sure you will find it a most enjoyable experience.

Mary dropped the letter on the bed and lifted the box cover. She opened it and inside found the mask. It was everything he said it was. It did fit in with her costume and it did hide her face completely.

She tried it on. It was a comfortable fit. She looked in the mirror, and had to admit it looked good. Yes, she guessed she could do it. It might turn out to be as exciting as he suggested, dancing and displaying herself. They would never guess it was her. She suddenly decided. She smiled to herself. Wearing the mask she had nothing to lose, and it might even be fun.

She looked at her watch. It was ten past nine. If she were going to be ready, she needed to start getting ready now. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. She opened it. A guy in a white tuxedo smiled at her. "You Annabelle?" he asked. 

She nodded. 

"I'm Rick, the DJ. You have a disc for me?"

She nodded. It was in her bag. She asked him to step in. She searched in her bag and found the disc.

"Are both spots on here?" he asked.

She nodded again.

"Were running to time so you need to be in the anti room for nine thirty. It's at the end of this corridor." He looked her up and down and grinned. "I'm looking forward to this. I hear you are something special."

She smiled.

"When the speeches are over, I will come and check on you. Then I'll put on your music and introduce you. Then it's all yours." 

When he had gone, Mary quickly undressed and got into her first costume. With the mask fitted, she looked at herself in the long mirror. He was right; no one would know who she was. Yes, he was right as usual, but it was going to be a very weird experience,

She made her way down the corridor to the door the DJ had indicated. She could hear voices and occasional laughter coming from the next room. She shivered slightly. She knew most of the guys in there; she had worked with them for several years now, and she could have never imagined that in a short time she would be dancing naked in front of them. An excited shudder went through her body. Suddenly there was loud applause. She guessed the speaker had finished.

There was a tap on the door. It partly opened and the DJ's head appeared. "You ready?"

She nodded. 

"I'll give them five minutes: let them settle with their drinks. By the way, you look stunning, and I love the mask. Makes you look mysterious. How do you want to be introduced? Just as Annabelle?"

Mary nodded again. "Yes, that will do fine."

"Okay," he said with a grin, "go out there and sock it to them."

Then he was gone. Mary listened at the door. She had no idea how many were out there. Burtondales had a fairly large Board of Management, and there were the company managers as well. It was a bit of a pity Bob wasn't going to be there. He would have enjoyed it, probably more than the others. 

Then she heard the DJ call for order. "Gentlemen, tonight we have a special surprise for you. For your pleasure and entertainment tonight, I give you the mysterious and exciting Annabelle!"

As the music started, Mary pushed open the door and stepped confidently into the room. There was a short burst of applause. She made her way slowly and gracefully around the area that had been cleared for her. It wasn't a large room, and the space was fairly small, which meant she was quite close to her audience.

She immediately recognized people she knew. BJ, the senior managing director, was at one table in the centre of the room with two of the other senior directors, and sitting with him was a younger guy whom she did not recognize.

She recognized Phil Green from distribution. She found him attractive, and he had always had a good word for her whenever they met. And there were Brian and Simon, the two finance managers who worked in her own department. Brian she knew had eyes for her, and Simon wasn't far behind even though he was married. Suddenly she was beginning to feel more excited about the whole thing. She remembered back a few weeks ago when she had come to work with no underwear on and how the word seemed to had gotten around, and guys had called in her office on any pretext just to get a look at her. Soon, some of those guys were going to see more then they ever imagined.

She was so interested in checking who was in the audience that she almost missed her cue on the change of music. Immediately she started her strip routine. There was a scraping of chairs on the floor as some member moved in closer for a better look.

Her bolero and skirt were soon decorating the floor. She faced the crowd, legs slightly apart, and ran her hand suggestively over her pubic mound and then up and around her breasts. She reached around and unclipped her bra with both hands allowing the straps to slip down her arms, but holding it against her breasts. There were a few shouts of "get it off, girl" from the back of the room, and finally she obliged, allowing it to fall away completely.

Now there were whoops and whistles. They were now getting into the mood of it. She couldn't really believe it because she had always found them a very staid bunch of guys, but you can never tell. Get them into a situation like this and they start to behave like any normal guys would.

She moved around the floor caressing her breasts and flicking her nipples that were already hard and erect. They were loving it, and she had to step back quickly a couple of times to be out of the reach of grasping hands.

She then took up a position centre floor, turned and faced the DJ, hooked her fingers in her panties, and bent over as she slipped them down her legs. Again this raised more excited applause. The sight of her firm rear, and between her slightly parted thighs the inviting sight of her pussy barely concealed from their view under the brief sequined G string, brought the men to the edge of their seats, watching with lust in their eyes.

This time she was concentrating on the music. She stood up, turned slowly to face the audience, her hands resting on her hips, and as the music concluded, she ripped away the G string and raised her arms high above her head with her legs slightly apart. She was displaying her total nakedness to every one, and by the noise and the applause, they loved it. As she stood there looking into their faces she felt elated.

She held the pose for several seconds as the final piece of music began. Then she began her slow sensuous acrobatic dance, the moves Crystal had shown her, moves that revealed every intimate part of her body. Nothing was left hidden. And she ended spread eagle on the floor. 

There was a standing ovation as she finally got to her feet and bowed to them and waved as she ran back into the small anti room.

She was breathing heavily and was now finding the mask constricting. She suddenly realized she had forgotten about her clothes she had left scattered around the floor. She had nothing to wear to get back to her room, but she need not have worried when the door opened and the DJ looked in.

"All right to come in?" he asked, seeing her naked. "I've collected up your clothes."

Mary saw no point in refusing him. There was nothing he hadn't already seen.

"You put on a good show," he said as he handed her her clothes. "But I hear the second one is something really special."

Mary looked at him a little puzzled. She shrugged as she slipped her skirt around her waist. She didn't consider it a lot different from the last one. She had a few new ideas, but nothing she thought really special. She didn't bother with her other clothes, but put the bolero on.

The DJ said he would come and give her a knock when it was time for her next spot. She smiled, let herself out, and went back to her room. She was surprised to find a bunch of roses and a large bottle of champagne had been delivered to her room.

She went to the bathroom, slipped out of her costume, and took a quick shower. She was all hot and sweaty from her performance. As she stroked between her thighs, she was almost tempted to go a little further, but she decided to wait until later. She had just wrapped herself in warm hotel robe when she heard a knock on the door. She went over and opened it and found a porter holding a tray with an appetizing selection of dainty savory sweet snacks on it.

"These were ordered for you, madam. Shall I set them out?"

She stood back and let him in and watched as he arranged them on a plate. "Would you like the champagne opened?" he asked, looking at the bottle.

"Yes, please, that would be lovely," Mary said.

He opened the bottle and poured her a glass. "Will that be all?" 

Mary thanked him; he smiled, thanked her and left, closing the door behind him. Then she sat there enjoying herself. The champagne was wonderful and the snacks were extremely tasty. 

The champagne was a good vintage, and Mary did rather go over her limit. She was a little light headed when she decided that it was time to get herself ready for the second spot, the spot that by now she was quite looking forward to.

The DJ poked his head around the door and told her she was on in five minutes. "I'm all ready," she said. "I'll come along now." So they made there way back to the small anti room together.

He noticed she seemed to be a little unsteady on her feet. "Are you going to be alright?" he asked a little concerned.

She nodded. "I'll be alright when I get out there. I guess I might have had one too many," she said with a grin.

Left on her own, she sat and waited for her cue to go on. She needed to make some differences in the routine this time, and she had thought about some ideas that Crystal had suggested. Get more involved with your audience was one suggestion she remembered her saying. Nothing like getting them involved in the act; they love it.

She heard the DJ call the group to order and then her music started. "Gentlemen, let's hear it for Annabelle." There was loud applause as she stepped into the room.




Blackmail Ch. 09



This time she did not stay on the small dance floor, but moved in among the audience, twisting and turning as she made her way between the tables. Behind her mask she was smiling at faces she knew, but who had no idea who she was. 

Before the first piece of music ended, she made her way back on the dance floor. She stayed there while she slowly and suggestively removed her small jacket and skirt.

With the outer items removed, she again moved in among the tables, now dressed only in her brief bra and panties. She experienced the thrill as some of the guests casually began to stroke her legs and touch her bottom as she danced past them. She made her way over to the table where Phil Green was located. She put her hand on the table and leaned forward displaying her exciting cleavage. She lifted his hand and pressed it against the clasp at the front of her bra. She saw the look in his eyes as he realized what she wanted him to do.

He struggled slightly, his fingers fumbling with the catch, but at last it came undone and the cups fell away from her breasts. Her awesome breasts and erect nipples were only inches from his face. He could see every slight detail: the deep brown areolas and the puckered nipples. Mary lifted his hand again and placed it over her breast. She could feel him shaking. 

She allowed him the pleasure of her breast for a few moments, then pulled away, slipped out of her bra, and draped it over his head. Others in the audience wanted their turn. She willingly allowed them to caress her. It was exciting to feel the hands of so many men on her body.

She was now standing before the table where Brian and Simon were seated. Brian tried to reach out and touch her breasts, but she pulled away, turned around, and offered him her rear instead. She indicated the waistband of her brief panties and bent over, her bottom protruding towards him.

He didn't need a second invitation. He gripped the waist band in both hands and slowly drew the panties down over her inviting rear. Free of her hips, they fell to the floor. She stayed in position exposing the twin creamy spheres of firm flesh. She did not have to wait long as she felt his hands stroke over them, squeezing gently. She stooped down, picked up the discarded panties, and pressed them into his hand before dancing away wearing nothing but the miniscule G string. 

She knew where she was heading next: BJ's table. She guessed she had to let the top man claim the ultimate prize. She smiled as she saw the expression on his face as she moved in beside him. She stroked her hand around his head, then pulled it to her, pressing his face against her breasts. There was applause around the room. She pushed back the glasses on the table and eased herself up on it, kneeling on her haunches in front of BJ. She reached for his hands and pressed them to her breasts, rubbing herself against them. Then she slowly moved them down her body until they were on the thin cord that secured her G string.

She looked into the now sweating face of her Managing Director, and nodding slowly, raised herself on to her knees in front of him. He was now looking directly at the small triangle of material that just covered her pussy. He hooked a finger in the cord and looked up at her. She nodded again, and with a sharp pull, he ripped it away. She saw the look on his face as he was presented with the sight of her bare pussy. She knew it was already moist; she could feel herself juicing up. The others on the table were looking as well. The young guy sitting beside BJ's side was smiling, and she saw him raise his hand to signal to somebody.

Suddenly the music stopped. She looked over at the DJ and was about to get off the table when the young guy grabbed her wrist and stopped her. "We now have a surprise present for you, my dear." His voice: she seemed to recognize it, but could not place it. She looked around as she heard the door of the anti room open and someone step out wearing a hooded cloak. The figure walked to the centre of the room and stood there.

Suddenly the music started again: a deep thudding beat, slowly rising. Then abruptly the figure tore off the cloak and Mary gasped. For there standing before her in all his naked glory was Jerome. There were gasps from the audience as he ran his hand along the length of his already hard cock. With his other hand he beckoned her.

By this point in the proceedings, Mary was excited, and was also extremely horny, but she was still enough in control of her senses to realize what they were expecting of her now. The signs were obvious. They wanted to see her fucked by the black guy with the huge cock. The whole scene almost sobered her up. The throbbing music continued. She looked at Jerome and then around the room. All eyes were on her. She had no objection to being fucked again by Jerome, not after last time, but this wasn't the place. 

Stripping in front of them had been exciting. Allowing them to touch her and undress her--that too had excited her, but was she willing to go this far?

She thought for a moment, then slowly slid down off the table. Why the hell not? She had enjoyed the feel of that huge cock inside her, and they still didn't know who she was so what did it matter? She had been fucked in public at the erotic show. This was no different.

She made her way slowly over to where Jerome was standing. When she moved close, she ran her hands over his chest and down around his waist pulling him toward her, feeling his hardness pressing against her.

Slowly she slid down onto her knees in front of him. She took his cock in her hands and slowly worked them up and down along its length. Then she bent forward and there was a gasp from the audience as she took him deep into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him.

She sucked on him hungrily as he rocked slowly to and fro to the beat of the music, forcing himself up against the back of her throat. When the music began to quicken, the crowd began to urge him on until at last, with a cry, he came. 

Mary eagerly swallowed all she could, but it still ran down her chin in streams and dripped onto her breasts.

He pulled her to her feet. He rubbed his hands over her breasts and body, spreading his juices over her. He turned to where the DJ was and nodded. The guy walked out with a chair and placed it before him. "Rest your hands on the seat and spread your legs," he said speaking quietly into her ear. She followed his instructions. 

He ran his hands between her thighs and she felt a finger push up inside her. She gasped! "You like it, don't you? You like these guys seeing you take my cock." Mary nodded urgently. "Tell me you like it,"

"I like it," she replied in a quite voice,

"Tell me how much you like it," he said, thrusting his finger further in.

"I like it a lot and I want to feel you inside me," 

He grinned and withdrew his finger. She now felt the head of his cock pressing up against her entrance. She pressed herself against him wanting to feel him inside her.

"You are one hot babe," he said, and her body tensed and she cried out as he thrust himself inside her. She had now lost all sense of decency; she didn't care who was watching; she just wanted to be satisfied, to feel the monster cock invading her: the feel, the tightness, and the power. Soon she was gasping, gripping on to the chair and crying out, "Fuck me, fuck me hard, make me come."

Jerome obliged amid cheers from the amazed audience, most of whom had never before seen such a performance. The cheers continued as she collapsed on to the floor, her legs no longer being able to support her. She lay there gasping, her legs wide apart, giving everyone a view of the juices seeping out of her and running down between her thighs on to the dance floor. She lay there for a while before Jerome helped her to her feet and assisted her from the room. In the anti room, he sat her down. There was still some champagne left. He poured her a glass and she drank it down greedily. Then he passed her a towel to clean herself up with.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. It opened and there was BJ with the young guy who had been sitting by his side. They came in. The young guy had Jerome's cloak over his arm. He handed it too him along with an envelope. "I think this is what you were quoted," he said. Again, Mary had that nagging sensation about the voice. Where had she heard it before?

Jerome felt the envelope and nodded. "I guess I don't need to check it," he said. Then he slipped his cloak around his naked body and left.

The pair turned and looked at Mary. She sat there still naked. There was no point in covering up now. She had nothing more to show. 

"I want to thank you for making this such a memorable evening even though it has cost me a lot of money."

Mary looked at him not really understanding.

BJ smiled. "I guess I ought to introduce you to my son, Rodger. He has just arrived back from his gap year after getting very good results from University, and he will now be taking his place with me at Burtondales." He turned and looked at him.

"He's a very resourceful young man, and I gave him the job of organizing this evening, and especially the entertainment. I said I wanted something special, and when he told me what he had in mind, I didn't believe him, so we had a wager, and now I have to buy him a new sports car. It's all because of you, young lady."

Both men were smiling now. BJ looked at his son and shook his head. "As I said, he's one very resourceful man and will do very well at Burtondales. The wager was that I could select one member of my staff and he would get her to put on a performance for us here tonight."

Mary almost fainted on hearing those words. They knew who she was. And now she knew why the voice was familiar. Rodger was obviously the guy on the phone, the one who had been giving her assignments. Her mind was in a whirl. How many of the other men in the room knew. 

BJ saw the state she was in. He smiled. "It's alright. Calm down. Know one else knows; it will be our little secret. You still have your job, but I'm afraid Bob will have to go. He won't be fired, just moved on to a better position in another division well away from here. There will be a price to pay. We can't have one of our executives going around exposing herself to everyone, now can we? 

Mary shook her head and began to unfasten the mask. There was no point in keeping it on now. She pulled it off and shook out her hair. She looked up at BJ and Rodger. BJ looked her over. "You are a very attractive and obliging young lady, with a most exciting body," he said. "So I'm promoting you to the job as Rodger's PA. Of course, there will be a raise in salary. I'm sure Rodger will find you a very willing assistant, and, of course, from time to time, there might be other little favors you can do for the company."

Mary looked at the two of them. So it was over at last? Was this really the end or just the beginning?