Sextortion (30 page)

"Sod
obedience! I don't care what you..."

"You will obey
me at all times! I'll discipline you if it's the last thing I
do!"

"No, it's
over, finished. Do what you want with your video tapes and dirty
photographs; I'm not going to..."

"My boss has
discovered something very interesting, Selina. Does Knightsdale
ring any bells? It should, seeing as your husband's staying at a
hotel there."

"Your boss
didn't discover anything. You know about Knightsdale because you've
been there with my husband."

"Of course I
haven't!"

"There's no
other way you could know where he is."

"Enough
talking, let's get down to business. I want another five thousand
by tomorrow afternoon."

"There is no
more..."

"Selina, I
don't want to hear that - and neither will my boss."

"I haven't got
a bottomless pit of money!"

"Just get it
by tomorrow afternoon. Now, if you'd care to go through to the
dining room, you'll see that we've made a few changes."

We? I
registered fearfully as I followed her into the hall. Entering the
dining room, I froze with horror. The furniture had gone, chains
hung from steel rings set in the ceiling while a horrendous wooden
contraption resembling a chair with leather straps fixed to the
arms adorned the centre of the room. As I turned to face the bitch,
six naked men filed through the door, their huge penises stiff,
their heavy balls swinging menacingly.

"You... you
can't do this to my house!" I cried as the bitch grinned at me.

"I've done it,
Selina. This is your sex den, the room where you'll entertain my
clients every day. OK, take your dress off."

"No, I..."

"Either you
take it off, or we will!"

Tugging my
dress over my head, I stood naked before my audience, wishing I'd
gone away somewhere - run away. But I knew there was no escaping my
fate as two men lifted my arms and cuffed my wrists to the chains
dangling from the ceiling. My feet pulled wide apart, I hung my
head as my abusers scrutinized my naked body, examined my gaping
vaginal crack.

"Sperm," the
girl murmured, frowning as she stared at my bubbling pussy slit, my
sticky inner thighs. "You've been a naughty girl, Selina. You've
been fucking behind my back, and I don't like that." Gazing at a
thin bamboo cane propped in the corner of the room as she knelt
before me and opened my vaginal entrance, I shuddered. There were
huge wooden dildos on the floor, handcuffs and vibrators strewn
over the carpet. My dining room had been transformed into a den of
iniquity.

"We'll start
with a good thrashing," she decreed, turning to one of the men as
she rose to her feet. "Pass me the cane." Watching as the young man
grabbed the instrument of torture, I tensed my buttocks in
readiness for the gruelling lashing. I was a naughty girl and I
wanted to be thrashed - and yet I didn't. "Clamp her nipples," the
bitch growled as she took the cane.

Fixing metal
clamps to my nipples, the young man took two thin chains from a box
and fixed heavy weights to the ends. Clipping the chains to the
clamps, my nipples distending, my breasts stretching into taut
cones, he stood back and admired his handiwork as I grimaced with
the pain.

"And her inner
lips," the bitch ordered him. "I'll teach her to be obedient!"
Taking two similar clamps with weights attached to the chains, he
clipped them to my protruding inner petals. My sex flesh stretched
as the weights swung between my thighs, I knew instinctively that I
was to endure the most horrendous sexual abuse yet. My body
trembling as the pain and pleasure mingled, I waited in silent
anticipation for the thrashing of my life to commence.

How could I
ever find the road back to normality? I wondered as the men gazed
lustfully at my abused body and the bitch stood behind me. I'd been
sucked into the mire of decadence, swallowed by a swamp of foul
slime, never to surface. As the cane struck my buttocks with a loud
crack, the stinging pain permeating my tensed globes, I swear I
heard the devil calling me again. I'd entered my own hell.

"This is for
fucking without my permission!" the bitch stormed, whacking my
quivering buttocks as I hung helplessly from my chains of bondage.
The weights swinging between my thighs, painfully distending my
inner lips as the thrashing continued, I gazed at my violated
breasts. My areolae stretched, the brown tissue indistinguishable
from my nipples as the weights swayed with my rocking body, this
was the ultimate degradation.

Finally
halting the beating, the tart examined my protracted breasts and
ordered heavier weights to be attached to the chains. There was no
stopping her, I knew, as a man rummaged through the inordinate box
and pulled out two large metal weights. Her mind a bottomless pit
of corruption, there was no end to her perversity! The weights
attached to the chains hanging from my sore nipples, I grimaced as
my milk buds painfully distended.

"And now her
outer lips," the she-devil ordered the man. Taking another set of
clamps and weights from the box, he knelt before me, attaching the
clips to my swollen outer labia. My vulval flesh painfully deformed
as the heavy weights swung between my thighs, I remained silent in
my abuse, wondering what macabre perversions she'd force upon me
next.

Her evil eyes
locked to mine as she lifted my head by my hair, she grinned. "I
have another device which I think you'll enjoy," she said
threateningly. "You are going to get what I want by tomorrow
afternoon, aren't you?" I said nothing as she scowled at me.
"Because, if you don't, there'll be terrible consequences for you
to pay."

Releasing my
head, she bent down and took something from the box. Gazing at the
long rubber hose connected to large rubber bulb, I didn't know what
the device was until she pressed the end of the hose over my
exposed clitoris. Repeatedly squeezing and releasing the bulb, my
clitoris distending, sucked into the pipe, she giggled as I
gasped.

"Please, no
more," I murmured, the vacuum building, sucking hard on my erectile
protrusion. Ignoring me, she squeezed the bulb several more times
before rising to her feet. The hose hanging between my legs, she
moved behind me and ordered one of the men to spunk my bowels as
she crudely yanked my buttocks apart and exposed my secret
hole.

"Discipline,
Selina," she intoned as the man's knob pressed against my anal
rose. "You will do what I say, when I say - without question. Do
you understand?"

"Yes," I
murmured as the huge penile shaft sank deep into my anal duct,
bloating my pelvic cavity.

"You are my
sex slave and I will not tolerate disobedience, I will not tolerate
lies, I..."

"I haven't
lied," I whispered, my face grimacing as the man impaled me
completely on his erect penis.

"You told me
that your husband had left you, that's a lie."

"No,
he..."

"Admit that
you lied to me!"

"Yes, I
lied."

"Who fucked
you?"

"No one,
I..."

"Who fucked
you?"

"A man."

"Obviously.
Who was he?"

"I don't know,
I met him on the common."

"You owe me
fifty pounds. You belong to me, Selina, remember that. You are only
to be fucked in exchange for money, do you understand?"

"You
can't..."

"Remove the
nipple clamps!" she stormed, turning to the men.

My nipples
twice their original length as the clamps were removed, I bit my
lip as she grabbed the cane. The man behind me grunting in his anal
fucking, my chained body rocking, I yelped as the cane struck my
left breast. Swishing through the air, the thin bamboo again
whipped my areola, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through
my mammary globe. Again and again she whipped my breast, the thin
weals fanning out like a pink fern over my milk-white skin.

"And now the
other one," she grinned, moving over and whipping my right breast.
The cane catching my sore nipple, I winced and bit my lip again,
determined not to cry out as the merciless caning continued. After
a dozen or so lashes, she held the cane by her side and looked into
my tearful eyes.

"The men are
going to fuck your arse," she declared, an evil glint in her eyes.
"One after the other, they'll fuck your arse."

"Please,
I..."

"You're not
going to argue, are you?"

"No."

"Good."

My body
swaying as the man repeatedly drove his huge organ in and out of my
inflamed anal sheath, the weights swinging between my thighs,
painfully stretching my labia, I closed my eyes and hung my head. I
felt his sperm jetting deep into my bowels as he moaned in his
coming. His lower belly slapping my burning buttocks, he rammed his
knob into me, pumping his sex liquid deep into my stretched duct as
I whimpered in my abuse.

Who was I? I
wondered as the chains clanked above me. What was I? Six men
queuing to fuck my arse, my vulval flesh stretched to the extreme,
my breasts cruelly caned, my clitoris painfully sucked into the
rubber hose... I didn't know what I was, what I'd become. The
sexual abuse had obliterated the real me, elicited something that
lurked within - but it wasn't me. I was a nymphomaniac, a bisexual,
sex-crazed whore - but it wasn't me.

As the spent
penis left my anal duct with a loud sucking sound, another bulbous
knob pressed against my sated hole and drove deep into my bowels. I
was an object of carnal desire, my chained body nothing more than a
commodity. Sold for obscene sex, I belonged to the bitch.

If only, I
reflected, my clitoris swelling within the rubber hose, sending
exquisite sensations of sex through my contracting womb. If only,
if only... If only what? It was no good looking back, wondering how
I could have avoided the abuse. Had Danny told the girl where to go
the first time she'd called at the house, things might have been
different.

Was Danny
involved? I asked myself for the umpteenth time. Of course he was -
there was no way the bitch could have known that he was in a hotel.
They'd planned the whole thing, probably laughed at me as they lay
in bed after their crude fucking. As the detective had said, it
explained how the girl knew about the insurance scam, about Barry,
where she'd got the key to my house...

"Coming!" the
man behind me breathed, his penis swelling within my abused anal
canal as his sperm pumped deep into my bowels. Grabbing my hips, he
fucked me with a vengeance, his belly slapping my stinging buttocks
as his shaft repeatedly impaled me. Could I endure six men fucking
me every day? I was constantly desperate for sex, but six or more
different men daily?

Hanging the
heavy weights from my distended nipples as the man finished his
crude fucking, the girl lifted my head and grinned. "Five thousand,
Selina," she whispered. "Don't let me down." I knew I had to run
away as she squeezed the rubber bulb, painfully sucking my
distended clitoris into the hose. What other horrendous devices had
she in store for me? Gazing at the wooden chair-like contraption as
the man's penis slipped out of my brimming anal duct, I knew that
I'd be subjected to far worse than this. Where would it end? It
would never end if I stayed.

"Next!" the
bitch giggled. "Only four more to go, Selina." Another swollen
glans pressing against my inflamed bottom-hole, I grimaced as the
huge penis entered me, gliding into my well-spermed rectal duct
until my stretched anal ring gripped the root of the invading cock.
The weights swinging from my aching nipples as my naked body swayed
with the anal fucking, I felt my clitoris pulsate within the rubber
hose. Was I going to come? I wondered apprehensively as my juices
of desire bathed my inner thighs.

As sperm shot
into my anal tube, I decided to spin a web of lies, tell Danny that
I'd followed the girl. I'd say that I'd gone to the Thieves' Tavern
and followed her, discovered where she lived. He'd obviously know
about the pub and believe me. He'd tell the bitch and she'd worry,
wonder what I'd do.

Confusion was
the name of the game, I decided. If I told Danny dozens of lies,
I'd create a rift between him and the tart. If I was clever enough
their plans would begin to crumble, fall apart at the seams as they
questioned each other, became suspicious of each other. As she knew
that Danny hadn't left me, I'd tell her that I was leaving him. I'd
also tell her that her clients had come to the house behind her
back and fucked me. I'd create such confusion that she wouldn't
know fact from fiction. I wouldn't tell her about Crystal.

"She's a good
fuck!" the man pumping my arse gasped, unloading the last of his
spunk into my saturated duct. "Well worth the money."

"Tell your
friends," the bitch smirked. "She's available for anything and
everything."

His cock
slipping out of my inflamed rectal tube, the girl grabbed the cane
and stood behind me. "I'll give you another thrashing to ensure
your continued obedience," she hissed, the thin bamboo lashing my
tensed buttocks. Yelping, my chained body jolting with every
gruelling whip of the cane, I knew I couldn't suffer the punishment
for much longer.

"Obedience!"
the crazed girl cried, the bamboo biting into my burning flesh.
"Discipline! Submissiveness!" On and on she thrashed my stinging
buttocks as the men looked on. Hanging from the chains, tears
flooding my cheeks, I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out
her demonic shrieks of laughter and the cracking cane.

My cunt milk
coursing down my inner thighs, my arousal suddenly soaring, I
couldn't believe the immense pleasure I was deriving from the
gruelling beating. The pain numbing my twitching buttocks, my womb
rhythmically contracting, I screamed as my clitoris pulsated in
orgasm within the rubber hose. On and on the lashing continued,
sustaining my climax as I hung from the chains. My vulval lips
painfully stretched, my nipples elongating as the weights
oscillated, my juices of lust flooding from my gaping hole, my very
being was tossed on the winds of lust.