Sextortion (31 page)

Finally
halting the punishment as my climax waned, she ordered the next man
to fuck my arse. The fourth penis crudely entering me, sinking deep
into my burning anal sheath, I only had to endure two more men and
then... And then what? Another breast thrashing? More abuse?

Grabbing a
huge vibrator, the bitch switched it on and rammed it deep into my
drenched cunt as the penis embedded within my bloated bowels began
its thrusting, its anal violation. The sensations permeating my
pelvis as the double pistoning rocked my chained body, I heard the
phone ringing through the haze of my racked mind. Danny? I
pondered. Or the detective? It was someone from the outside world,
a world far removed from my dining room, my sex den. How was I
supposed to let John know when the bitch was coming round when she
had a key to the house? If I had the lock changed... But that would
incite another buttock thrashing, another breast caning.

"God, I'm
there already!" the man breathed, his spunk issuing, bubbling
within my anal cylinder as the girl pistoned my tightening vagina
with the vibrator. My mouth and cunt spermed by Barry on the
common, my bottom-hole fucked and spunked by the fourth man in
succession, my body was a sperm-bath, awash with male come. Were
all men like this? I pondered. Queuing up to fuck a prostitute,
were they all sex-crazed?

My arms high
above my head, aching as I hung from my chains, spunk jetted from
my anal hole, spraying my inner thighs as the crude fucking
persisted. Again and again the veined penile shaft thrust in and
out of my inflamed duct, my delicate brown ring pulled from my
bottom crease to be dragged inside my lust sheath. The spent cock
finally leaving my ravaged tube, I cringed as the bitch ordered the
fifth man to fuck my bottom.

Only one more
to go, I reflected thankfully as a huge member forcefully impaled
me, the massive knob driving deep into the very core of my
quivering body as the girl pummelled my cervix with the vibrator.
Would my love holes ever recover? Would my nipples ever return to
their normal form?

The squishing
sounds of sex echoing around the room as the massive organ
repeatedly withdrew and drove deep into my bubbling anal shaft; I
could only hang from my bondage chains and pray he would come
quickly. His heavy balls slapping between the tops of my parted
thighs, he began moaning in his illicit pleasure as he grabbed my
hips and swung my body to meet his anal thrusts.

"I can't hold
back," he breathed as his spunk flowed, filling my bowels as he
continually withdrew his solid shaft and propelled his orgasming
knob into my inflamed sheath. More spunk spraying my inner thighs
as the squelching sounds of sperm grew louder, I reached another
orbital orgasm. My clitoris pulsating within the rubber hose as the
vibrations transmitted through the walls of my cunt, playing around
my sex nodule, I breathed heavily in my coming.

"Spunk's
pouring out of you!" the bitch giggled wickedly as I felt rivers of
male milk meander down my sticky inner thighs. Riding the crest of
my orgasm, I clung to the chains, my entire body shaking violently
as my clitoris throbbed, sending ecstatic shockwaves of sex though
my naked flesh. My womb rhythmically contracting, my pelvis
inflating and deflating with the indecent double pistoning, I
breathed a sigh of relief as the man stilled his huge cock and my
orgasm began to subside.

His penis
withdrawing, the next one suddenly entered me, barely allowing my
stretched hole to close as the huge shaft drove in to the hilt. The
sixth anal fucking, and my body swayed as another mind-blowing
orgasm erupted within my swollen clitoris. This was the last
violation of my rectal duct, I consoled myself. All I wanted was to
rest, to allow my exhausted body to recover. I couldn't endure
another orgasm, I reflected, as my pleasure spot pulsated within
the rubber hose and the vibrator continued pistoning my burning
cunt. One last sperming and I'd be allowed my freedom.

"I'm going to
fill your arse!" the man gasped in his crudity as his cock swelled
and his spunk jetted. Praying that the bitch wouldn't thrash me
again, I gazed at my weal-lined breasts, my distended nipples
pathetically distorted by the swinging weights. My buttocks
stinging as the man's lower belly slapped my burning flesh, I
thanked God as he slowed his rhythm and my orgasm receded.

In my
exhaustion, I knew I couldn't come again. Another torrent of sperm
jetting from my sore hole and coursing down my thighs as he
withdrew his spent cock, I'd done it - I'd been fucked and spunked
by six men. But I couldn't take any more. My lust holes inflamed,
burning, I couldn't endure one more cock, one more orgasm.

My eyes closed
as my male abusers left the room, I listened to the sounds of
laughter and joking. Had they no compassion? I wondered. Had they
wives or girlfriends waiting at home? They'd all fucked me, used
and abused me in their quest for sexual gratification - and all I
wanted was my freedom, to go to bed and sleep. Once they'd left the
house...

"I like my
girls to have long nipples," the bitch gloated, sliding the
vibrator out of my aching cunt and rising to her feet. "I'll leave
you like this for an hour or two before releasing you."

"No," I
pleaded. "Please, I..."

"I'll leave
the weights in place. Your cunt lips need enlarging, as well as
your nipples."

As she left
the room, I looked up at the ceiling. The chains securely fixed to
the steel rings, my wrists cuffed, there was no way I could escape.
As the front door slammed shut, the phone rang again. Danny? John?
Chrissy? "If only someone would save me!" I breathed fearfully as
sperm flowed from my abused anal canal. Was Lucifer laughing at
me?

After what
seemed like hours of aching for my freedom, I heard someone moving
about. Could Danny be home? Dare I call out? If the bitch had
returned with more men... Someone was in the hall, creeping,
lurking. My eyes wide as the door slowly opened, my heart racing, I
waited in fear and trepidation.

"Selina,"
Crystal whispered, her blue eyes sparkling as she gazed at my
abused body.

"Let me go," I
whimpered. "Please, take the clamps off and release me."

"I didn't
think Alison would go this far," she said with surprise, carefully
removing the heavy weights and clamps from my distended nipples.
"There's something wrong with her."

"You can say
that again," I replied tearfully as she unclipped my inflamed
vaginal lips and released the handcuffs. "How did you get in?"

"The back door
- it wasn't locked."

Lowering my
aching arms, I staggered across the room and leaned against the
wall. Sperm oozing from my bottom-hole, running down my legs, I
massaged my crimson breasts as Crystal gazed longingly at my naked
body. Thanking God that she'd come round, I wondered when the bitch
would return to abuse me again. We had to leave the house. If
Crystal was caught with me, she'd be put through hell, I knew. But
where to go? Where to run?

"We must get
out of here," I murmured. "She's coming back."

"If she finds
me here..."

"Yes, yes I
know. What about your place?"

"She knows
where I live; she might put two and two together."

"God, what a
mess. I need a shower and something to eat, but she might arrive at
any minute. I know, I'll ring the detective."

"The
detective?" she frowned.

"I'll explain
later."

Staggering up
to Danny's room, I grabbed the piece of paper bearing John's mobile
number and lifted the receiver. Punching the buttons, I prayed for
him to answer. I didn't know what I was going to say but if he came
to the house, he might be able...

"John, it's
Selina," I said as he answered.

"I've been
ringing you. Where have you been?"

"Tied up and
abused by the bitch and six men. John, she's coming back and I
don't know what to do."

"OK, I'll be
there as soon as I can. I have some news; I'll tell you when I see
you."

"Please, be
quick."

"I will, just
stay put."

Turning to see
Crystal standing in the doorway, I thought it best that she went
home. I didn't want to have to explain to John that she was... What
was she? I pondered as she gazed at me with her big blue eyes. A
friend? A girlfriend? An angel? Her pink tongue peeping between her
succulent lips, she smiled. Did she want to lick my clitoris? She
was my partner in lesbian lust.

"Crystal,
you'd better go," I said wistfully, grabbing a pen. "Give me your
phone number and I'll call you."

"I'd like to
stay," she whispered huskily, tossing her angelic tresses over her
shoulders. "I'll stay up here and wait until the detective has
gone."

"All right,
wait in my bedroom."

Jotting her
number down, I followed her into the bedroom and grabbed a dress
from the wardrobe. "Don't make a sound," I warned, pulling the
dress over my head and veiling my abused body. "I'll be up later,
when he's gone."

Leaving her to
settle on the bed, I bounded downstairs and closed the dining room
door - the sex room door. I'd have to clear the room of the bitch's
equipment, I reflected, walking into the lounge. I'd drag the
chair-like contraption out into the garden and burn it, and remove
the chains from the ceiling. I'd keep the vibrators, for
Crystal.

Gazing out of
the window, I wondered where the bitch had put my dining room table
and chairs. Sold them, more than likely - the thieving cow. Her
audacity riled me. Walking into my house, destroying my dining room
and stealing my furniture was beyond belief! But I couldn't stop
her. With all the evidence of my debauchery, the photographs and
video tapes, I was at her mercy. Would I ever be free?

A black car
pulling up in the drive, I breathed a sigh of relief as John
climbed out and walked towards the house. Hopefully, the bitch
would see the car, realize that I had a visitor, and back off. But
for how long? John couldn't stay all night. Dashing through the
hall as the bell rang out I opened the door, wondering whether John
would like to see me naked. I wanted to show him my shaved
cunt.

"Come in!" I
beamed, waves of relief rolling through my aching body. "Come
through to the lounge."

"Are you OK?"
he asked concernedly, closing the door.

"I am now that
you're here."

As he sat in
the armchair and brushed his black hair away from his forehead, I
stood with my back to the mantlepiece, eyeing his bulging jeans as
he reclined. Why I was thinking about sex at a time like that, I
had no idea. My clitoris swelling, I tried not to imagine sucking
him to orgasm, but failed miserably. I wanted his knob spunking in
my gobbling mouth.

"Selina, I
have some news," he began, focusing on my shapely thighs.

"You saw the
girl at the hotel where Danny's staying?" I asked expectantly. I
wanted to pull my skirt up a little, expose my pussy crack.

"No, I'm
afraid not. I gave the hotel porter some cash and he's going to
ring me if your husband has any visitors."

"The girl said
that her boss knows where Danny is, she knows about the hotel."

"There's only
one way she could know where your husband is. By the way, I checked
the electoral register and there's no one listed in the Woodlands
Road flats with the Christian name of Alison."

"So, what's
the news?"

"I drove past
the flats on the off-chance of seeing the girl, and happened to
notice your red BMW parked round the corner."

"But Danny's
in Knightsdale - he has the car."

"Yes, I know.
It doesn't prove anything, of course, but it's rather odd that he
should be parked there."

"I'll ask him
about it."

"No, don't say
anything - I don't want him to know that we're on to him."

"Obviously, he
was visiting the girl."

"Or a mutual
friend. I don't suppose you know of anyone living in that
area?"

"No, I don't.
Perhaps her boss lives there."

"I've asked a
few villains I'm acquainted with, and no one knows anything about a
man digging up dirt on celebrities. If there is a boss, and he's
employing local thugs, someone would know something about it."

"All this
points to Danny being in league with the bitch."

"Yes, but it's
only circumstantial. I want you to lie to your husband,
Selina."

"I've already
decided to do that."

"Have
you?"

"I thought I'd
say that I've discovered where the girl lives and..."

"No, don't say
that. Tell him that the police are involved. Say that the police
turned up asking you about prostitution. It's quite feasible that
one of the girl's clients thought something odd was going on, that
you might have been forced into having sex, and told the cops."

"So Danny will
tell the girl and..."

"And she'll
not come anywhere near your place. Look, I don't have a great deal
of time. Is there anyone you can stay with for a couple of
days?"

"Well, there's
my friend Chrissy, but..."

"Give her a
call."

"Yes, I'll do
that. Can't you stay a little longer?"

"Unfortunately, I have an appointment. I'll call in on my way
back."

"If I'm
chained up..."

"Why not go
out for a walk, or go to a pub?"

"No, I'll be
all right."

"OK, I'll be
in touch."

Seeing him
out, I debated whether to tell Danny that the police had been to
see me. If the girl thought that they were watching the house,
she'd keep well away. Returning to the lounge as John drove off, I
rang the hotel, praying that Danny was there.

"Hallo," he
finally replied.