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Authors: Ray Gordon

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"Danny, put
yourself in my shoes. I'm the one being blackmailed, I'm the one
who's been sexually abused, had to pay thousands of pounds...
You're never around when she comes to the house for sex, you were
seen kissing a blonde girl by the common, you disappear for several
days..."

"I was dragged
off the bloody..."

"Hear me out,
Danny. You're the one who's been dealing with the detective, you
don't know the address of that man allegedly involved, it's pouring
with rain and you come home completely dry..."

"They dropped
me off. Selina, what are you getting at?"

"It doesn't
add up."

"Basically,
you're saying that I'm blackmailing you?"

"I suppose
so."

"There's no
fucking suppose about it! I'm not going to listen to this fucking
rubbish, I'm going upstairs."

Watching him
storm from the room, I wondered whether I'd made a huge mistake.
There was no way I'd discover the truth, no way to determine
whether Danny was lying or not. Perhaps Chrissy had been mistaken?
Perhaps it was someone resembling Danny she'd seen by the common?
Perhaps this, perhaps that... The situation was worsening by the
minute!

The steel band
hurting my scarlet breasts, my distended nipples sore, I went up to
the bedroom to dress. Gazing at my naked body in the full-length
mirror, I recalled the massive orgasms I'd enjoyed, and again
wondered why I'd derived so much pleasure from having my breasts
thrashed. My once secret holes fucked by two men? Two knobs
spunking in my mouth?

It was as if
some sex fiend had been lurking in my subconscious, waiting to be
roused from a deep sleep - and now it was wide awake. I had to stop
picturing the men's huge knobs in my mouth, my hands wanking their
penises to orgasm. But the obscene image wouldn't leave my
tormented mind.

"I'm going
out," Danny growled, breaking my reverie as he appeared in the
doorway. Gazing into his dark eyes, I wondered where he was going,
but didn't ask. I supposed I didn't want to know where he was
going, who he was meeting. We were drifting further apart, I
knew.

"You'd better
try and take that metal thing off," he said, gazing at my
protruding nipples.

"I like it," I
replied. "I liked the sex, the things they did to me."

"They?"

"The girl and
two men."

"Two men...
Have you gone crazy?"

"Probably."

As he bounded
downstairs and slammed the front door shut, I wandered into his
room to find the detective's phone number. Finding nothing on his
desk, I rummaged through the drawers, half expecting to find some
incriminating evidence. There were no phone numbers, no photographs
of a blonde tart, no love letters... I found nothing to implicate
Danny.

As I was about
to return to the bedroom, the filing cabinet caught my eye. Opening
the top drawer, I went through the files, not knowing what I was
looking for. Discovering a wad of money, I frowned. "Eight hundred
pounds," I murmured, counting the notes. "Where the hell did he..."
Dashing to the desk as the phone rang, I grabbed the receiver.

"Mrs Goodman?"
a man asked.

"Yes,
speaking."

"My name's
Wilkins, I'm working for your husband."

"Oh, yes. He's
not here at the moment."

"Actually,
it's you I want to speak to."

"Oh?"

"I've phoned
several times but there's been no reply."

"My husband
was abducted again and I... I've been away for a couple of
days."

"Abducted
again?"

"Yes,
he..."

"Has the girl
been in touch with you?"

"Yes, she has.
I gave her another three thousand, that's fifteen thousand
altogether."

"OK, I'll give
you my mobile phone number. The next time she calls, let me
know."

"Yes, yes I
will."

"When she next
goes to your house, I'll..."

"I've met her
on the common twice."

"The
common?"

"Yes, in the
woods by the railway bridge."

"What was the
idea of that?"

"She... I was
sexually abused by the girl and two men."

"Fucking hell!
Er... I'm sorry. Why didn't your husband tell me?"

"He didn't
know."

"Christ, this
is getting pretty serious. OK, grab a pen and I'll give you my
number."

Scribbling
down Wilkins's mobile number, I thanked him for his help and
promised to call him the next time the girl rang. Replacing the
receiver, dripping with guilt, I returned to the bedroom. What a
fool I'd been! It didn't bear thinking about how Danny must have
felt when I'd accused him of blackmailing me. I should never have
listened to Chrissy's daft theory. The sleuth was obviously all too
genuine.

Feeling more
alone than ever before now that I'd virtually ousted Danny, I
pondered on the money hidden in the filing cabinet - and the
unknown blonde girl. Again thinking that Chrissy must have been
mistaken, I slipped into a summer dress, veiling my thrashed body,
hiding the horrendous metal contraption.

I was pleased
to see Chrissy standing on the step when I answered the door. For
one thing, I wanted to tell her that I'd spoken to the detective,
blowing her theory, and for another, I wanted to question her about
the girl she'd supposedly seen Danny kissing.

"The detective
rang me," I said smugly as we walked into the lounge.

"Danny could
have got a friend to phone and pretend to be a detective," she
returned.

"Chrissy! How
far are you going to take this? You're so negative and cynical! As
I said before, you should write fiction."

"Maybe I
should. Anyway, he was kissing a girl."

"You might be
mistaken. After all, you were driving past, you might have..."

"It was Danny,
all right. So, what's the latest?"

I told her
what had happened on the common, wishing I hadn't mentioned the
steel band when she asked to see it. My embarrassment disallowing
her a view, she had to be satisfied with a description of the
device. Sitting wide-eyed on the sofa as I related my story, I
wondered what her reaction would be, what she'd think. Brushing her
long black hair away from her face as I finished, she stood up and
walked to the window.

"She hasn't
got a boss," she declared, turning on her heels to face me.

"But, Danny
was abducted."

"She's the
boss. She's employing these men, Selina - she's the boss."

"This is just
another theory," I sighed. "Danny's involved, there is no
detective, she's the boss... All theories, Chrissy."

"We have
nothing factual to go on, all we can do is theorize. If this was a
simple case of blackmail, you handing over cash to shut someone up,
OK - but it's not. It's this sexual stuff that's confusing things.
OK, so they wanted something on you to blackmail you, and they got
it - so why carry on with the sex?"

"I don't
know."

"This girl
might be taking money from the men, selling you for sex."

"That's a
thought."

"It's another
theory, Selina. Why not send Danny away for a week or two? If he
goes off on holiday, they can't kidnap him, right?"

"Right."

"The worrying
thing, apart from the sex..."

"Whether
Danny's here or not the sex will continue."

"Yes, but you
could tell this girl that Danny's left you."

"What good
will that do?"

"It'll change
everything. You can't be lured to the woods because you'll know
that Danny's safe. She'll have to come here and..."

"But she has
so much evidence, Chrissy. I have to do as she asks otherwise
she'll ruin me."

"Then let her.
It'll put an end to the whole affair."

Pacing the
floor, I contemplated the idea. It was good, very good. There'd be
nothing the girl could do if she believed that Danny had left me,
and if he was in league with her... Danny would have to pretend to
be on holiday, and she could hardly make out that her boss had
grabbed him again.

"Where's Danny
now?" Chrissy asked.

"We had a bit
of a row and he went out."

"When he gets
back, tell him about the idea. If he agrees, get him away as soon
as you can."

"OK."

"I'd better be
going; I only called in as I was passing."

"Well, thanks
for your help," I smiled, seeing her to the door.

"Anytime. Keep
me posted."

"Yes, yes I
will."

My breasts
aching, I went out into the garden and waited for Danny to return,
wondering where he could go for a couple of weeks. A holiday would
do him good. A holiday would have done me good! But I had to put an
end to the horror before relaxing in the sun on a sandy beach. The
end was nearing, I knew. The end of the nightmare wasn't far
off.

"Danny!" I
called running into the house as I heard the front door shut.
"Danny, I've had an idea."

"Have you?" he
snapped. "I suppose you're now going to suggest that I..."

"No, listen to
me. I'm sorry for what I said earlier. Look, that doesn't matter.
Go away on holiday for a week or two."

"What, on my
own?"

"Yes, that way
they won't be able to kidnap you."

"What will you
do? You can't stay here alone with that girl..."

"I've got it
all worked out."

"Did you enjoy
the sex?"

"No, no of
course I didn't. I said that because I was angry. Come and sit in
the lounge and I'll tell you my plan."

Danny thought
it was a good idea, although he didn't relish going abroad alone.
He was also worried about leaving me - but as I reassured him,
there'd be no point in the thugs taking me to the basement.
Besides, if I had a problem I had Chrissy to call on. Finally
deciding to stay in a hotel somewhere - as he'd thought I'd done -
he went up to pack a case while I cooked the evening meal. I didn't
ask him about the money, or mention that Wilkins had called. For
his own safety, I just wanted him to go as soon as possible.

After the
meal, he suggested that he try cutting the steel band off, but I
declined. I wanted the bitch to believe that he'd left me because
he thought I'd enjoyed the sex and loved wearing the kinky
contraption.

"Are you going
to be OK?" he asked as we walked to the front door.

"Yes, of
course. You go off and have a break and, hopefully, when you get
back all this will be over. Are you all right for money?"

"Yes, I've got
my credit card."

"Good. Phone
me as soon as you can."

Feeling
positive as he left the house and drove off, I climbed the stairs
to bed. At least Danny was safe, I reflected, trying to make myself
comfortable beneath the quilt as the metal band crushed my stinging
breasts. At least I didn't have him to worry about.

 

Waking at
nine, I pushed the quilt back and gazed at my aching nipples
popping through the metal band, the weals fanning out across my
crimson breasts. While my bum no longer hurt, my vaginal lips were
still sore, and I decided not to wear panties as I climbed out of
bed. After a shower, I slipped into my summer dress and bounded
downstairs, wondering where Danny had stayed and when he'd
ring.

The morning
passed uneventfully, allowing me to work on the book for several
hours. It puzzled me that Danny hadn't phoned, but I was sure he
was OK. When the phone finally rang, I hoped it was the bitch so I
could impart the good news to her that Danny had left me. Her
reaction would be more than interesting! Lifting the receiver, I
grinned as she asked me how my tits were.

"Aching," I
replied. "But I like the sensation of my erect nipples brushing
against my dress."

"Are you
pleased to have your husband back?"

"I haven't got
him back."

"What do you
mean? He should have been there..."

"He's left
me."

"What? You're
lying."

"I wish I was,
Alison. Whether or not he has another woman, I don't know, but he
seemed to think that I enjoyed the abuse in the woods and that the
steel band was my idea. He said that he doesn't want a wife who has
sex with other men and women."

"I don't
believe a word of it."

"I don't
really care what you believe. Danny's gone, and that's that."

"You'd better
get yourself down to the common."

"No thanks,
I'm busy."

Hanging up, I
wondered what she'd do. Come round to the house, more than likely!
Initially, I decided not to let her in, but changed my mind. I
wanted to hear what she had to say, find out what her next move
was. Going along with Chrissy's theory that she might not have a
boss, I made my plans. Firstly, I'd not call the detective,
secondly, I'd only let her in if she was alone, and thirdly, I'd
tell her once and for all that there was no more money and that she
could go to the newspapers with her evidence of my debauchery if
she so pleased.

She arrived,
alone, within twenty minutes. Standing haughtily on the step with
her bag slung over her shoulder, her long blonde hair dishevelled,
she followed me into the lounge. I was sure that she was flummoxed
now that she believed Danny had left me. There'd be no more threats
of kidnapping him or...

"If your
husband really has left you, it changes things," she said.

"I know it
does!"

"But not in
the way you think. Anyway, I won't talk about that now. Remove your
dress, Selina."

"No, I
won't!"

"I have a
contingency plan," she said gruffly. "And I'll set it in motion
unless you strip off."

"I'm not going
to do anything of the sort!" I returned.

"Right, one
phone call is all I have to make to ruin you."

"I'm not
bothered about the newspapers."

"It's not only
the newspapers I have in mind," she grinned, impishly cocking her
head to one side.

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