Sextortion (12 page)

"Argh!" I
screamed as the leather tails seared my stinging flesh. My head
hanging over the edge of the table, my tears streaming, I prayed
that she wouldn't whip me again. Obedience? Yes, I'd be obedient -
until they'd gone. And when she next phoned or called at the house,
I'd tell her to go to the devil.

"Right," she
smirked, tossing the whip onto the sofa. "Let's see whether you've
learned your lesson. Dave, kneel behind her." As she yanked my
burning buttocks apart I felt the young man's penis, his knob
pressing between my dripping vaginal lips. Entering me, his huge
shaft stretching the silken walls of my vaginal sheath, I didn't
complain or murmur one word of protest. The last thing I wanted was
another gruelling thrashing. I knew I had to behave myself.

Withdrawing
his penis, he drove his solid knob into me again, his lower belly
slapping my stinging buttocks as he rudely fucked me. Once he'd
come, shot his sperm into my vagina, I was sure they'd leave me. He
wouldn't be able to come three times, it wasn't possible.

Slipping his
hard penis out of my drenched vaginal sheath, I thought he was
going to shoot his sperm over my back, my naked buttocks. Once he'd
come, they'd leave me, I convinced myself. I'd sucked his knob and
swallowed his sperm, I'd been masturbated to orgasm, I'd endured a
thrashing, and he'd fucked me - there would be no more abuse, I was
positive. The girl yanking my buttocks further apart, a bolt of
fear rocked my quivering frame as I felt the man's hot knob
pressing against my anal portal.

"No!" I
screamed as his knob pushed against the delicate tissue surrounding
my bottom-hole, trying to gain entry to my rectum. "Please, not
there!"

"Oh, dear!"
the bitch sighed. "The whipping didn't do you much good, did
it?"

"Please,
anything but..."

"More arguing
and protesting, and I'd thought we'd corrected your ways. This
really won't do."

"No, no,
I..."

"Dave's going
to fuck your bum, Selina. I'll give you one last chance. If you
don't protest or argue, you'll not be whipped again."

Whimpering as
I felt his massive organ slip past my tightening muscles and drive
deep into my rectal duct, I tried desperately not to cry out and
complain. I couldn't endure the whip again! I had to behave myself.
His shaft entering me, opening my private duct as the girl forced
her fingers into my tight vagina, I squeezed my eyes shut
again.

"God, she's
got a tight arsehole!" he gasped, propelling his hips forward, his
penis fully entering me. His vile words desecrating my mind, I let
out a little cry as he withdrew and thrust into my bottom again.
Biting my lip, I had to remain silent, I had to behave myself.
"Christ, she's got a beautiful arse!" he exalted, increasing his
rhythm.

Opening my
eyes as the girl slipped her fingers out of my streaming vagina, I
watched her kneel with her back facing my head, her feet beneath
the table. Resting her weight on her hands, her buttocks projected,
her small brown hole bared before my flushed face, she ordered me
to lick her there.

"No, I can't!"
I cried as the young man grunted behind me, obviously nearing his
climax.

"Push your
tongue into my arse!" she stormed.

"Please,
I..."

"Unless you do
it, you'll have twenty lashes!"

Tentatively
pushing my tongue out, I licked the brown tissue surrounding her
bottom-hole as my naked body jolted with the crude anal shafting.
My face pressing against her buttocks as she moved back, I ran my
tongue around her small hole, praying for the man to come, for the
debauchery to finish.

"I want your
tongue inside me!" she hissed, resting her head on the floor and
reaching behind her back. Yanking her buttocks wide apart, opening
her anal portal, she again ordered me to push my tongue into her
small hole. Fearful of the whip, I pushed my tongue right out, the
tip finding its way into her tight duct as she gasped in her vile
pleasure.

"Here it
comes!" the young man breathed, his huge organ thrusting in and out
of my inflamed anal sheath. I could feel his sperm lubricating the
debauched union, filling my tight duct as my tongue drove deeper
into the girl's bottom-hole. This was the ultimate degradation, my
soul told me. This was the most humiliating degradation
imaginable!

As the man
slowed his thrusting rhythm and the girl moved away, I again prayed
for them to leave me. I knew I could take no more - the vile sex,
the beatings. His shaft slipping out of my burning anal duct, I
could feel his sperm oozing from my inflamed hole, running down
between my swollen labia. My tears flowing as the girl stood up, I
waited for her to release the handcuffs, to give me my freedom and
allow me to dress.

"Was I all
right?" I found myself sobbing as I heard him dressing.

"You were very
good," he replied.

"But not good
enough," the bitch rejoined.

"What do you
mean?"

"You protested
again, Selina."

"No, I
didn't!"

"And now
you're arguing again. I'm sorry, but I did warn you about your
behaviour. We'll try another dozen lashes."

"No, please,
I..."

"Twenty lashes
for your insolence!"

Grabbing the
whip, she stood behind me and raised it above her head. The leather
tails swishing through the air, cracking loudly across my trembling
buttocks, I screamed for mercy. Ignoring me, she lashed me again
and again, the pain agonizing, my bottom burning like fire. I
couldn't take any more, I knew, as the tails bit into my flesh
again. I wanted Danny! Where was Danny?

"Please, no!"
I screamed as the whip tortured my tensed bottom again.

"That'll do
for now," she conceded, placing the whip in her bag. "But you'll
have another thrashing the next time we come round."

"No!"

"Pardon?"

"Nothing,
I..."

"Good. Dave,
release her and help her up."

As the young
man freed my wrists, I staggered to my feet and clutched my burning
buttocks. Watching the bitch slip into her coat, I vowed that this
was the last of the sexual abuse, that they'd never violate me
again. No matter what they threatened me with, never again would
I...

"We'll see you
tomorrow," the bitch smiled as they left the room. Following them,
I watched them open the front door and step outside. My naked body
trembling, my buttocks stinging like hell, sperm oozing from my
inflamed bottom-hole, I staggered to the door and watched them walk
down the path.

"No!" I
screamed as they neared the road. "You're a vile, filthy, stinking
bitch!"

"You'll regret
that, Selina," she mocked as she turned and started walking
menacingly back to the house.

"Come on,
Alison," the man whispered, grabbing her arm.

"You'll regret
that!" she yelled again.

"Fuck
off!"

"The day will
come, very soon, when you'll wish to God that you'd never said
that."

Closing the door, my heart pounding, my breathing heavy, I
suddenly realized that the man had called her Alison. It was a
small lead - but where would it get me?
The
day will come, very soon, when you'll wish to God that you'd never
said that
.

Danny returned
at four to find me curled up on the sofa. I'd taken a shower,
rubbed cold cream into my burning buttocks and dressed in an effort
to try and appear normal, but he knew something was wrong. I
couldn't tell him what I'd been through. I couldn't even bring
myself to recall the horrific sexual abuse, let alone tell my
husband.

"What's
happened?" he asked immediately.

"Nothing," I
smiled. "I was just having a rest. How did you get on?"

"I gave them
the manuscript and they're going to let me know within a couple of
weeks. Selina, are you all right?"

"Yes, I'm
fine. What else did they say?"

"Nothing much.
It was a waste of time going, really. I could have posted the
manuscript and saved myself a lot of time and money."

"It's best to
meet them."

"Yes, I
suppose so. Have you been working on the book?"

"Non-stop."

"The girl...
Has she been in touch?"

"No, not a
word - thank God."

"Good. I'm
going to grab a beer from the fridge, want one?"

"No, not for
me."

Watching him
leave the room, my buttocks stinging, I knew I couldn't continue
the pretence. But I could hardly tell him the truth! I'd never lied
to Danny, never kept anything secret, but now? If he noticed the
state of my buttocks, the weals... If the girl came round again
with the young man and Danny happened to be at home... I didn't
know what to do, what to say to him as he wandered into the room
swigging from a can.

"I hate
London," he said as he sat next to me. "The bloody traffic and the
crowds, I hate it."

"Danny, I want
to move away," I sighed.

"Because of
the girl?"

"Of course.
It's not going to stop, I know it."

"But you said
she'd not been in touch."

"She hasn't,
but it won't be long before she phones or comes round. She always
withholds the number when she rings so..."

"As I said
this morning, I have one or two ideas about this business."

"Go on."

"The next time
she comes here, we'll kidnap her."

"What? Danny,
are you crazy?"

"Listen to me,
Selina. The only way to sort this out is to find out who she's
working for, right?"

"Yes."

"If she
disappears, her boss might come here looking for her."

"Or the
thugs!"

"I'm sure the
heavies won't come barging in here, it would be too risky. She
disappears so, if I were her boss, what would I do?"

"God
knows."

"I might think
she'd run off with the blackmail money. Whatever I thought had
happened to her I'd have to send someone else to replace her."

"What, another
girl?"

"I don't
know."

"Danny, if her
boss thinks for one minute that she's here, he'll send his thugs
out to get you. It's too dangerous."

"Yes, I
suppose you're right. I'm just trying to find a way out of this
bloody mess. Unless we do something, God knows what'll happen next.
Christ, I've just had a thought!"

"What?"

"She's already
had me screwing her while you watch, she might bring the thugs here
to..."

"Don't, Danny.
I don't want to hear it."

"Sorry, love.
I'm going upstairs; I have one or two things to do. Are you sure
you're OK?"

"Yes, yes I'm
fine."

I knew
instinctively that the girl would bring the young man round and
have Danny watch him screw me. It was logical - she'd forced me to
watch Danny with her, so why not the other way round? Knowing her
filthy mind, I was surprised that she hadn't brought several men
round to fuck me!

Hearing Danny
moving about upstairs, I jumped as the phone rang. It was too early
for Chrissy to call - it had to be the bitch. If she told Danny
what had happened... As it stopped ringing, I pressed the secrecy
button and carefully lifted the receiver.

"It's a shame
you weren't around today," the tart giggled.

"What do you
mean?" Danny asked angrily.

"Selina and I
had some sexy fun. It's a shame you weren't there to join in."

"You're
lying!" he snapped.

"Am I? I
thrashed her with a leather whip. Go and ask her to show you her
bum, that'll prove that I'm not lying. By the way, I'm waiting for
the next five thousand. You'd better get it by tomorrow
evening."

Hanging up, my
hands trembling as I heard Danny bounding downstairs, I didn't know
what to do. If I refused to show him my buttocks, he'd know I was
lying. If I... Grabbing the phone as he burst into the room, I
pretended to be talking to Chrissy.

"How's the
job, Chrissy?" I asked, smiling at Danny as he stood before me.
"That's good. Oh, I'm still bashing away at the keyboard." Danny
paced the floor, rubbing his chin and looking decidedly anxious as
I rambled on. All I was doing was delaying the inevitable, I knew,
but it might give me time to think of a way out of the
situation.

As Danny
grouched from the room, obviously thinking I'd be on the phone for
ages, I realized that the weals wouldn't fade for several days. I'd
have to confess, there was no other way out of it. I'd have to tell
him the shocking truth. As he returned and began pacing the floor
again, I replaced the receiver, taking a deep breath as I waited
for him to question me.

"Selina," he
said, gazing at me accusingly. "The girl just rang."

"Oh, God! I
hope you told her where to go."

"Did she come
here today?"

"No, she
didn't."

"She said that
she'd whipped you."

"Whipped me?
That's ridiculous!"

"Show me your
bum, Selina."

"No! Christ,
if you'd rather believe her than me..."

"Just show
me."

"Danny, she
didn't come here today - but someone else did," I lied.

I didn't know
why I'd said that. Instinctively, the words had tumbled from my
mouth. Thanking God that I hadn't let slip to Danny the tart's real
name, proving that I'd had contact with her, a hair brained idea
came to mind. Rising from the sofa, I walked over to the
window.

"Who?" he
asked. "Who came here?"

"A woman.
She... she wouldn't say who she was but she knows the girl," I
replied, wondering where the incredible lie was coming from.

"She knows
her?" he gasped.

"Yes, her
name's Alison."

"Christ!
Alison what?"

"She wouldn't
say. She was frightened, Danny - really frightened. She wouldn't
even come into the house."