Sextortion (20 page)

"I'll do her
bum afterwards," one of the men said, his crude words drifting
around my blown mind. "Give her a bloody good arse spunking."

"And I'll take
her cunt," the other rejoined. "We'll give her a double
fucking."

Picturing the
obscene act, wondering what it would be like to have two penises
bloating my sex sheaths, my clitoris swelled again, pulsating in
its second coming. I'd never have thought that such crude thoughts
would excite me, send my arousal soaring. Two cocks fucking my sex
holes? What would Danny think if he knew of my uncharacteristic
thoughts? Where was Danny?

As the girl
staggered back, my fingers slipping out of her hot holes, she
collapsed to the ground and lay with her legs parted, her dripping
cunt gaping. She was a tart, I reflected as my orgasm began to
recede - nothing other than a filthy whore. But what was I? Two men
fingering me, spunking in my mouth, using and abusing my naked body
- what was I?

The men's
fingers leaving my inflamed ducts, I shuddered as the last ripples
of orgasm rolled through my shaking body. One young man ordering me
to position myself on all fours over his naked body, he lay on the
ground with his solid penis pointing skyward. A double fucking? I
crawled over his body and the other man knelt behind me, his
bulbous knob delving between my naked buttocks.

"Get your cock
up her arse and then I'll shove mine up her cunt," the man beneath
me breathed, running his swollen glans around my gaping vaginal
entrance. The solid knob pressing against my brown hole as my
buttocks were crudely yanked apart, I recalled the last time I'd
been forced to endure anal sex. Was I being forced this time? I
wondered as the massive knob slipped past my anal ring, stretching
my secret hole wide open. Was this extortion or my desire?

The solid
shaft gliding deep into my anal canal, I shuddered as my delicate
brown tissue stretched tightly around the intruding organ.
Completely impaled, I grimaced as the man beneath me forced his
solid penis deep into my cunt, my pelvic cavity bloating as the two
cocks swelled within my tightening sex sheaths. Slowly withdrawing,
they thrust into my tight holes, finding their rhythm as they
double fucked me.

"That's
great!" the girl cried, moving behind me with the video camera. My
naked body rocking as the double pistoning continued, the men
gasping in their crudity, I wondered at my wanton behaviour, the
exquisite pleasure impregnating my being. The very whorishness of
the illicit act was enthralling, plunging me ever deeper into a
lake of decadence where lust ruled. I knew then that I'd never find
love again. My femininity crudely stripped, I'd become nothing more
than a tart, a sex object to gratify the lust of my abusers.

But who was
abusing whom? I wondered as the men's heavy balls smacked between
my open thighs, beautiful squelching sounds emanating from my
inflamed cunt as my juices decanted. I was the abused, but the
exquisite satisfaction the abuse brought me was frightening. Had I
wandered into Lucifer's kingdom? Had he snatched my soul?

"God, I'm
coming!" the man behind me gasped as he quickened his fucking
motion, ramming his solid cock in and out of my inflamed
bottom-hole. Both cocks swelling, stretching my ducts to capacity,
I felt the sperm jetting, gushing deep into my arse, my hot cunt.
The squelching sounds growing louder as my sheaths filled with the
products of their orgasms, I cried out as my own climax erupted
within my pulsating clitoris.

My body
shaking violently, I rocked back and forth, meeting the penile
thrusts, the swollen knobs repeatedly withdrawing and ramming into
me as the spunk flowed in torrents. The man beneath me pinching and
twisting my nipples, heightening my pleasure, I raised my head and
looked up at the trees. This haven of nature had become my secret
place, my unnatural domain, where I'd derive illicit pleasure from
my sexual abusers.

As my orgasm
receded, leaving me quivering and gasping, the realization that I
was being blackmailed hit me. Sperm coursing down my inner thighs
as the men made their final thrusts into my inflamed holes, I
looked at the girl as she focused the camera on my sex-flushed
face. My domain? The domain was hers, she was my mistress and I her
slave. Lowering the camera, she grinned at me as the men slipped
their spent cocks out of my spunked ducts.

"You enjoyed
that, didn't you?" she asked.

"Yes, yes I
did," I murmured as I clambered off the stud beneath me.

"OK, tie her
up and we'll see whether she enjoys what I have in store for
her."

Rolling me
onto my back and tying ropes around my ankles as the girl delved
into her bag, their penises stiffening, the men said nothing as
they slung the ropes over the branches of a tree. As they pulled on
the ropes, my feet rising, my legs parting, I stared wide-eyed at
the girl as she grabbed the whip. My buttocks leaving the ground as
my legs rose higher into the air, I knew she was going to have her
revenge for my merciless thrashing.

"I don't think
you'll enjoy this," she taunted, standing between my legs and
raising the whip above her head. The leather tails lashing my
swollen vaginal lips, I screamed and begged for mercy. Ignoring my
pleas, she lashed my vulval flesh again, the tails biting into my
protruding inner lips. "I've been looking forward to this!" she
cried in her wickedness, thrashing my sex lips with a
vengeance.

Standing
either side of my head, their knobs above my face, the men wanked
their erect cocks as the ruthless thrashing continued. My sex lips
stinging like hell, I writhed on the ground, screaming and
struggling to break free, but there was no escape. On and on she
lashed my cunt, the burning pain transmitting deep into my vulval
flesh as the men neared their orgasms.

Sperm jetting
from their swollen knobs, splattering my face as my cunt burned
like fire, this was degradation in the extreme. The white liquid
raining over my hair as the crack of the whip resounded throughout
the woods, I prayed for the bitch to halt the abuse, but she
continued like a woman possessed. Lash after lash flailing my cunt
lips, my gaping vaginal valley, she finally discarded the whip and
knelt on the ground between my open thighs.

The last of
the men's spunk splattering my face, the lesbian licked between my
inflamed cunt lips, sucking out the sperm, drinking my juices.
Moving down, her mouth pressed between my parted buttocks, she
licked my bottom-hole, lapping up the oozing spunk as I licked the
sperm running over my mouth, my chin.

"You'll have
another cunt thrashing tomorrow," the tart volunteered, rising to
her feet.

"You're not
going to do that to me again, you bitch!" I returned.

"What
insolence! What bloody insolence!" she stormed, grabbing the
whip.

The leather
tails swinging through the air, cracking loudly across my vaginal
flesh, I yelped, wishing I'd kept my mouth shut. Again and again
she lashed my cunt lips, the stinging pain permeating my protruding
inner folds as she laughed uncontrollably in her devilry. After a
dozen or more lashes, she tossed the whip to the ground and snapped
a branch off a bush. Thrashing my naked buttocks, the leaves biting
into my tensed flesh, I squeezed my eyes shut as her laughter
resounded throughout the clearing.

"Let that be a
lesson to you!" she hissed, standing by my side. "Obedience, Selina
- you'll..."

"Go to hell!"
I screamed, immediately wishing I hadn't.

"Right, hold
her arms behind her head!" she instructed the men.

The branch
swishing through the air as the men held my arms, she thrashed my
breasts, my sensitive nipples. The pain coursing through my mammary
spheres, I felt my cunt milk oozing from my inflamed vagina, my
clitoris swelling as my arousal heightened. Why was I deriving
pleasure from such a debased act? I wondered fearfully as my
nipples stiffened painfully. What dark transformation had I
undergone to experience such arousal from such abuse of my naked
body?

Again and
again the branch lashed my burning breasts, the leaves flailing my
sore milk teats as my naked body shook uncontrollably. My clitoris
pulsating, I thought I was going to come as the beating continued.
But instructing her accomplices to release my arms, she finally
discarded her instrument of torturous pleasure.

"I didn't
think I'd have to do this," she grinned, delving into her bag. "But
your disobedience leaves me no choice." Lifting my head, I watched
her pull a large metal band from the bag, wondering what horrendous
ordeal I was to be forced to endure now. Untying the ropes, she
hauled me to my feet and spun me round, gazing at my weal-lined
breasts.

"This will
ensure that you behave yourself in future," she declared, opening
the hinged band and placing it around my body. My nipples
protruding through holes in the band, my breasts squashed, she
fastened the device behind my back, locking the band around me.
"There's no way you'll be able to remove it," she grinned, running
two chains over my shoulders and fixing the ends to the device.
"It's rather like a steel bra."

As my abusers
dressed, I gazed at my sore nipples protruding through the holes in
the cold steel. Dreading to think what Danny would say were he to
see the terrible device, I wondered when he'd be released. Was he
part of the scam? I again pondered as I dressed, veiling my abused
body. Tied to a chair and having his photograph taken was easy
enough, I reflected - it proved nothing. If he did return home, I'd
question him and...

"I'll ring you
tomorrow," the bitch leered. "If you cooperate, I'll remove the
band." Frowning at me as I stared at her, she moved closer. "You'll
do what you're told, when you're told, do you understand?"

"Yes," I
murmured.

"Good, because
I have other devices. You wouldn't want clamps locked to your cunt
lips, would you?"

"No."

"Or a metal
clip locked to your clitoris?"

"No."

"Right, I'll
be in touch. Oh, there's one more thing. Shave your cunt."

"No, I..."

"You'll shave
your cunt, Selina - and that's an order!"

As they left
the clearing, I finished dressing and grabbed my bag. My sore
nipples brushing against my blouse as I followed the path through
the trees, my stinging breasts squashed, I crossed the common. The
first thing I'd do when I reached home was have a shower and wash
away the sperm, then shave my... No, I couldn't shave my pubic
hairs off! There again, if I didn't, who knows what the bitch would
do to me?

Rain began to
fall as I walked home, wetting my sperm-starched hair, running down
my face. The sky becoming darker with heavy black clouds, the rain
torrential, I cried as I arrived home. Cried for myself, for my
marriage, for Danny. But he wasn't there.

I didn't dress
after my shower, repairing to the lounge naked, apart from the
steel band. When Danny returned, if he returned, I'd show him my
abused body, the metal band, the weals across my buttocks, my cunt,
my breasts. Hopefully, by his reaction, I'd be able to determine
his innocence - or treachery.

Was I
innocent? I wondered, gazing at my distended nipples protruding
through the holes in the steel band. Teasing my milk teats with my
fingertips, I felt my clitoris swell, my vaginal muscles contract.
Running my hand down over my stomach, I slipped my finger between
my crimson pussy lips and massaged my sex spot, pondering on using
the vibrator. Jumping as I heard the front door open, I took a deep
breath.

"Selina!"
Danny gasped, dashing into the lounge and gazing in horror at my
spoiled body. "What the hell have they done to you?"

"You can see
what they've done. What I want to know is, what happened to
you?"

"Didn't you
see the photograph they took?"

"Yes."

"Then, you
know what happened."

"No, I
don't."

"What do you
mean?"

"Danny, you
were seen standing by the common - kissing the tart."

"What? Who
told you that?"

"It doesn't
matter who told me, you were seen."

"It wasn't me,
for Christ's sake! I've been..."

"It was before
you were abducted."

"Selina,
whoever said that is trying to cause trouble. Fucking hell, as if
we haven't got enough trouble as it is!"

"There are a
lot of things that don't add up, Danny."

"If you're
going to start about this girl and me... Why don't you take that
awful metal thing off?"

"It won't come
off, it's locked."

"Here, let me
have a look."

"Don't worry
about that now, I want some answers."

"Answers?"

"What's the
private detective's phone number?"

"It's
upstairs, on my desk."

"Go and get
it."

"I will in a
minute. Selina, look at the state of your body. What the
hell..."

"Don't worry
about me. As I was saying, a lot of things don't add up."

"Such as?"

"For a start,
you look fine. I would have thought that, after spending all that
time locked in a basement, you'd need a shave."

"I was allowed
to wash and shave, Selina - and I was given food."

"How
accommodating of them."

"Where do you
think I've been?"

"Not tied up
in a basement."

"Where,
then?"

"With the
bitch, more than likely."

"Fucking hell!
Do you think I'd put you through all this for that tart?"

"No, for the
money."

"What
money?"

"The money
she's been taking from me."

"I don't
fucking believe this! I've been dragged off the street again, tied
up and..."