Sextortion (14 page)

I froze. I was
done. Apart from the newspapers, what would my friends and
neighbours think? It was all very well Danny saying fuck the
neighbours, but I wouldn't be able to show my face. As for my
family, my mother and father... The bitch was right, I had no
choice. But where would it all end? All I could envisage was a
lifetime of sexual abuse, as a sex slave to the cow and her
accomplices.

"Obedience is
of paramount importance," the girl said as she stood before me and
unbuttoned my blouse. "I will not tolerate objections, protests or
any hesitation when I tell you what to do. You will comply
instantly to my commands, no matter what they are." Slipping my
blouse over my shoulders, she unhooked my bra, exposing my naked
breasts to the men. "Remove your skirt and panties."

Tugging my
skirt down, I slipped my thumbs between my panties and my hips,
watching the men as their eyes widened with expectation. My
embarrassment rising, my fear soaring, I stepped out of my skirt
and pulled my panties down, displaying my vaginal slit. I couldn't
endure the whip again, the agonizing pain, the merciless thrashing
- but there was no escape. Perhaps someone would come, I mused.
Someone walking their dog, or children coming to the woods to climb
trees. Someone had to save me! Where was the world?

"I might spare
you a buttock thrashing, Selina," the tart grinned, painfully
twisting and pinching my nipples. "If you prove to be an obedient
sex slave, completely submissive, I might spare you a buttock
thrashing. Right, let's get started. I want you to lie on the
ground."

Sitting on the
soft grass, I reclined and looked up at the sun sparkling through
the canopy of leaves high above me. As the men tied ropes around my
ankles, I wondered what Danny was doing, again wishing that I'd
brought him with me. This was going to be the last time I'd be
subjected to sexual abuse, I vowed as the men slung the ropes over
the branches of two trees. I couldn't win, I knew - but I could
run.

Lifting my
head, I watched my feet rise into the air as the men pulled on the
ropes. My thighs parting wide as my feet rose higher, my vaginal
entrance rudely bared, vulnerable, I rested my head on the downy
grass and closed my eyes. They could do whatever they wished to my
naked body, and I'd not complain. They could take it in turns to
fuck me, to sperm in my mouth, anything - as long as they didn't
whip me.

"Very nice!"
the girl giggled as she settled on the grass and yanked my sex lips
apart. "OK, who wants to fuck her first? Mick, you haven't had the
pleasure yet, I think you should go first."

"I'd be
delighted!" the man chuckled, running his hand up and down his
solid shaft.

"Dave, get the
video camera and record the fucking."

Video camera?
God, that was all I needed! The evidence of my wanton ways on video
tape would be the ultimate blackmail material! Hearing movements, I
opened my eyes to see the girl's vaginal crack hovering above my
face. Her knees either side of my head, she lowered her naked body,
pressing her wet sex folds against my mouth as I felt a man's knob
running up and down my vaginal slit.

"Lick me!" she
instructed me as the penis drove deep into my vagina. "Lick my
cunt!" My body jolting as the man fucked me, I pushed my tongue
out, tasting the girl's copious juices as she gyrated her hips and
gasped in her lesbian lust. I was nothing more than an object, a
naked body to be used and abused by both male and female.

For the
umpteenth time I wondered why my life had been snatched from me,
what I'd done to deserve this hell. Far removed from writing, home
cooking, gardening, I felt as if I'd been plunged into a dungeon
where monsters roamed, where the very air I breathed was thick and
heavy with the foul stench of evil. These people weren't human, but
demons, feeding on crude sex, living their debased lives through
the devil.

As I tongued
the girl's vaginal sheath, her lesbian juices flowing from her hot
sex hole and running down my face, I felt as if my soul had left my
body, as if my very being had been rent from me, leaving only my
physical form. A man's penis driving in and out of my once
sacrosanct vagina, his heavy balls slapping my tensed buttocks as I
drank from the girl's cunt, I knew I'd reached the bottom of the
pit of depravity. I could fall no further.

"Tongue-fuck
my cunt!" the she-devil gasped, her treacherous lust juices almost
drowning me as the man grunted and thrust his solid organ deep into
my burning vagina. "Lick my cunt out, bitch!" Poking my tongue out
further, licking the drenched walls of her hot sex duct, I found
myself thinking back to my girlhood.

I'd been
lagging behind on a school cross country run, when two girls had
leapt out of the bushes and grabbed me. They'd forced me to pull my
knickers down and show them my crack. As they'd pushed me to the
ground and yanked my legs wide apart, we heard voices and they
fled. I'd never have believed I'd find myself in the same situation
again.

"Coming!" the
girl cried triumphantly, rubbing her solid clitoris over my wet
mouth as the man thrust his penis into my cunt with a vengeance. I
could feel his sperm shooting into my burning vagina, lubricating
his pistoning organ. I knew that I'd have to take the second man's
penis inside my spermed pussy, and I was sure that they'd both use
my bottom-hole to satisfy their debased lust before allowing me my
freedom. As long as they didn't whip me, as long as they didn't
thrash my naked buttocks...

"Suck out my
cunt milk!" the girl wailed, forcing her drenched vaginal flesh
harder against my face as the man spurted the last of his sperm
into my inflamed sex duct. I sucked and drank, my mind awash with a
thousand thoughts as my abusers satisfied their sickening craving
for debauched sex. "Tongue my cunt, bitch!" the girl screamed as
she writhed and gyrated her hips.

I thought
about the heroine in my first novel, the meek country girl who'd
found love and happiness after enduring a terrible childhood with
her cruel father and stepmother. She'd married her young man and
they'd made love behind the closed bedroom door on their wedding
night. There'd been no debauchery, no gratuitous description of the
act. The analogy of crashing breakers on the seashore had said it
all.

Had my heroine
experienced a multiple orgasm? Had she sucked the sperm from her
husband's penis? Had he pushed his tongue deep into her vagina? I
now wondered. Should I have let my readers wonder? I'd always
thought such matters best left to the imagination. Perhaps I was
wrong. Perhaps I should have written the truth, the sordid details
of their sex lives. Sordid? No, their writhing and coming wasn't
sordid, but beautiful, the entwining of two people in love, making
love.

The man's
spent penis slipping out of my drenched vagina, I continued licking
and sucking on the tart's sex flesh, wondering whether I'd ever be
entwined in love with Danny again. Would I miss the sordid sex?
Having experienced group sex at its lowest, tasted the forbidden
fruit, would I forever crave the darker side of carnality?

The girl's
sated body finally collapsing, falling to the ground as she panted
and writhed in the aftermath of her coming, I opened my eyes and
focused on the man with the video camera. He'd recorded the vile
act. Copies would be made of the tape and used as evidence against
me. The tape depicted me as a whore, a wanton bisexual
nymphomaniac. I had no defence; I was guilty beyond all reasonable
doubt. Innocent until proved guilty? I was guilty as charged.

"My turn to
spunk up her cunt!" the man chuckled, passing his friend the video
camera. As he knelt on the grass and pushed his bulbous knob
between my sperm-drenched inner labia, I closed my eyes again. His
huge penis penetrating me, violating my vagina, I listened to the
birds singing in the trees. They were oblivious to the sordid
sounds of sex, the filth taking place in the clearing below. The
world was oblivious to my plight. My tethered body rocking with the
second fucking, I was aware of the other young man above me, his
knees either side of my head.

"Take my balls
into your mouth," he ordered me, his hairy scrotum resting on my
pursed lips. Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I sucked his
balls inside. Asking the girl to record the obscenity, he grinned
at me as I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His stiffening
penis towering above my face, sperm and vaginal juice running down
his veined shaft, he instructed me to wank him. Taking his
rock-hard organ in my hand, I moved his foreskin back and forth
over his purple glans as the girl moved closer and focused the
camera on the crude act.

Sucking on his
huge bollocks, my tongue snaking over the wrinkled skin of his
scrotum as he gasped, I knew he was going to shoot his sperm over
my forehead, splatter my hair. When I finally returned home, Danny
would notice my matted hair, my sperm-starched face. He'd question
me, ask me where I'd been, why I'd been so long. All I could do was
lie to him. I'd vowed never to lie again, but I had no choice.

Ordering me to
wank his cock faster, the man let out long, low moans of pleasure
as his penis swelled and twitched within my hand. The other man
ramming his shaft in and out of my cunt, his solid knob pummelling
my cervix, I knew he was about to come. They'd both come, one
filling my cunt with sperm and the other splattering my face with
the product of his climax.

"That's
great!" the girl squealed, moving the camera closer to my hand as I
wanked the young man. "You're not going to write one more book,
you're going to write several and make us rich!" Several? I could
no longer write about romance, relationships, of the warmth and
closeness between two people in love. Now all I could relate to was
filth, debauchery, crude sex. Romance had been driven from my mind
by cold lust, love banished forever.

As the man's jism shot from his knob, splattering my face, my
hair, I closed my eyes. The girl was giggling as she recorded the
vulgar scene, egging the man on, telling him to keep his sperm
coming. The other man moaned as he released his heavy load, filling
me to the brim with his ejaculate as he rammed his penis in and out
of my burning vagina, fucking my tight cunt. Fuck? Cunt? The crude
words were becoming commonplace in my vocabulary.
Fuck, cunt, balls, sperm, wank
... Like my femininity, the words had lost their
mystique.

The last
vestiges of his sperm dripping onto my face, the man moved away,
leaving the other man to finish unloading his treacherous cargo
into my cunt. What did they have in store for me next? I wondered
as his penis slipped out of my sopping vagina. What crudity was I
to be forced to endure next?

"OK," the
bitch declared, placing the camera on the ground. "Tie her hands
and fix the rope to that tree behind her head." Like slaves, they
did as she'd requested, pulling my hands behind my head and
securing the rope to the tree. My legs high in the air, my naked
body completely defenceless, I thought the men were going to take
turns to pump their sperm into my anal duct, and I tensed my
buttocks in readiness for the profanity.

"I'm going to
enjoy this!" the tart chuckled, taking the whip from her bag.

"No, you
promised!" I cried.

"I said that I
might spare you a buttock thrashing, and that's what I'm going to
do."

"But, the
whip..." I murmured fearfully.

"Don't worry;
you're not going to have a buttock thrashing. The whip is for your
tits."

"No,
please!"

"Obedience,
Selina!"

"Please!"

The leather
tails flailing my firm breasts, my futile screams served only to
send the birds fluttering from the trees. The tails catching my
nipples, the stinging pain permeating my milk-white breasts as the
men looked on with glee, I knew I was far from the bottom of the
pit of depravity. The pit was bottomless.

"Danny!" I
cried as the tails lashed my breasts again. "Danny, help me!" My
abusers laughed as I struggled and writhed, pulling on the ropes in
an effort to escape the gruelling thrashing. The whip biting into
the soft flesh of my breasts, I wondered how to explain the weals
to Danny. I'd have to tell him the truth, I had no option. Lies
would only lead to more lies - lies to lies, deceit to deceit.

"OK, that'll
do for now," the girl relented, much to my relief. "Tighten the
ropes so her bum's off the ground." Whimpering as the men pulled on
the ropes, my buttocks leaving the ground, I thought she was going
to thrash my bottom. My breasts stinging, my nipples on fire, I
couldn't face another buttock thrashing, the excruciating pain of
the leather tails biting into my bottom.

"Who's going
to take her arse first?" the girl asked, discarding the whip.

"I will," one
of the men replied, kneeling on the grass.

"You'll enjoy
this, Selina!" she giggled. "Two cocks fucking your bum, spunking
up your arse. You'll enjoy this."

"No,
please!"

"Don't argue,
Selina!"

"You bitch!
You dirty bitch!" I spat.

"Oh, dear. It
would appear that you're still in need of correction."

Feeling the
man's bulbous knob pressing against my anal rose, I squeezed my
eyes shut, praying for the filth to come to an end. As he
forcefully entered me, my bottom-hole yielding to his massive knob,
I felt his huge shaft sinking deep into my rectum. Fully impaling
me on his penis, his hairy balls pressing against my crimson
buttocks, I could feel his organ deep inside me, bloating my pelvic
cavity.

As he withdrew
his hard cock and thrust into me again, my body swaying, I wondered
whether Danny had ever thought about anal sex. Had he pondered on
fucking my bottom-hole? Perhaps he'd been afraid to suggest such a
vile act, too embarrassed to reveal his perverse male desires. But
no, Danny wasn't like that. He had morals - and love for me.