Sextortion (6 page)

"Me? Don't be
ridiculous!"

"I'm
serious."

"My God,
you're a filthy tart!"

"As I was
saying, unless you have sex with me, you'll never see your husband
again."

"What do you
mean by that?"

"My boss is...
How shall I put it? He's looking after your husband."

"You've been
watching too much television!" I laughed.

"Have I?"

As she stood
up and slipped her coat off, displaying her naked body, a bolt of
fear rocked me. Where was Danny? What was taking him so long? I
couldn't believe what was happening. Blackmail, sex with my
husband, and now... My mind in turmoil, I leaned against the wall
to steady myself. She wanted sex with me? No, never!

"OK, you can
start by stripping off," she smiled, sipping her wine as she
relaxed in the armchair.

"If you think
I'm going to..."

"Selina, if I
leave here with bad news, then... My boss likes things to run
smoothly, he detests problems. If anyone gets in his way he has a
nasty habit of... Well, as I said, you'll never see your husband
again."

She was
bluffing, I was sure as I scowled at her. Danny abducted? The idea
was ludicrous! This was the sort of thing that happened in the
movies, not in real life. Danny had gone out for a walk and she was
just trying to frighten me, it was as simple as that. As the phone
rang, she grinned knowingly.

"Ah, that's
what I've been waiting for," she purred. "You better answer it,
Selina."

Lifting the
phone, my heart racing, I was relieved to hear Danny's deep voice.
"Where the hell are you?" I asked angrily.

"Selina,
I'm... I'm in a basement. Two thugs..."

"Thugs? Danny,
are you OK?"

"Yes,
but..."

The phone
suddenly cut off, I replaced the receiver and held my trembling
hand to my mouth. My head spinning as I looked at the grinning
girl, my stomach churning, I didn't know what to think, what to do.
Where was the bloody private detective? Where the hell was Danny?
What horrendous mess had we got ourselves into?

"OK, strip
off," the bitch ordered huskily. "I want to have a look at your
cunt."

"Please,
I..."

"I suggest you
do exactly as I ask, Selina. Oh, by the way, you will be writing
more books."

"I won't!"

"After we've
had some sexy fun, Danny will be allowed to come home. If you don't
write and the money dries up, he'll disappear again - without
trace."

"You
can't..."

"We can and
will do as we please."

Unbuttoning my
blouse, I looked around the lounge. This was my home, our home, our
sanctuary. How could something like this happen to us? A happily
married, successful author one minute, and the next... Danny forced
to have intercourse with the bitch, then he's abducted, I'm told to
strip off and have sex with her. Sex with another woman? Lesbian
sex?

"I can't do
it," I murmured as my blouse fell open, revealing my full bra.

"The choice is
yours, Selina. Either you do as I ask, or you'll never see your
husband again."

"Where is
he?"

"He's safe
enough. Before you know it, he'll be back here with you and..."

"Until the
next time."

"My boss
won't... There needn't be a next time, not if you play the
game."

Slipping my
blouse off my shoulders, I unhooked my bra. My breasts tumbling out
of the white silk cups, my nipples elongating in the cool air of
the lounge, I hung my head in embarrassment. I could feel her gaze
burning into me, into my nipples. Swamped with humiliation as she
ordered me to pull my skirt down, my hands trembling, I fumbled
with the zip.

My skirt
finally falling around my ankles, only my red panties veiling the
most private part of my body, my sanctum, I told myself that I was
doing this for Danny. Whatever I was forced to do, it was for
Danny's sake. When our ordeal was over, we'd go and live abroad.
I'd take the advance and we'd run off into the sunset. Run? Yes,
there was no choice other than to run. Whoever these people were,
whatever we'd got ourselves mixed up in, we had to run.

Stepping out
of my skirt as she knelt before me, I closed my eyes as she pulled
my panties down to my ankles. Although I tried, I couldn't block
out the reality, deny what was happening to me. Her fingers running
up and down my inner thighs, dangerously close to my secret place,
the nightmare was all too real.

"You have a
gorgeous cunt, Selina," she drooled, her fingers parting my soft
outer lips, exposing my most private inner folds. I felt dizzy with
confusion, faint with humiliation. I'd never been a prude but, even
with Danny, I'd kept myself within my moral bounds, within the
limits of propriety. Never had he used crude words during our
lovemaking, examined me intimately like this!

As her finger
entered me, slipping deep into my vagina, I shuddered. She was
violating my body, defiling my shrine, and there was nothing I
could do about it. A second finger penetrating me, stretching my
supple vaginal sheath open, I felt her hot breath against the skin
of my inner thigh. Her tongue licking my fleshy outer lips, delving
into my open sex crack, I jumped.

"No!" I
squealed.

"You'll do
exactly as I..."

"No,
please!"

"Selina, you
do want to see your husband again, don't you?"

As her tongue
licked my moist sex valley, snaking around my clitoris, all I could
do was think of Danny. I had to allow this defilement of my naked
body for his sake, permit the bitch to do whatever perversion she
wished. As her slender fingers left the wet sheath of my vagina and
her ardent tongue lapped around my open hole, I tried to look upon
the lesbian act as cold and clinical.

"Mmm, you
taste nice," she breathed, her tongue entering my sex duct as she
parted my pussy lips. The lapping and sucking sound of her tongue
and mouth against my wet inner flesh resounding through my head, I
tried to pretend it was Danny between my legs, as he'd pretended it
was me when he'd fucked her. But the soft tendrils of her trailing
hair tickling my inner thighs, her feminine fragrance tantalizing
my nostrils, I couldn't deny that this was a girl licking inside my
vagina. And, repulsed though I was, the act was far from cold and
clinical.

As her tongue
swept repeatedly over the nodule of my clitoris and her fingers
explored deep inside my sex hole again, I was relieved that I felt
no arousal - only shame. I'd read somewhere that lesbian sex was
supposed to be good, that a lot of women enjoyed the intimate and
experienced attention of another woman. But I felt disgusted by the
vile and immoral act. My abuser was no better than a common whore,
and I, an unwilling participant. The distasteful act was merely a
means to an end - Danny's release.

"Stand with
your feet apart and bend your knees," she instructed me. "I want to
get my fingers right up your beautiful cunt." I did as she asked,
my vaginal crack opening wide as my thighs parted. Trying to push
her fist into my tight sheath, she licked and sucked on my exposed
clitoris like a hungry dog. To my horror, my clitoris swelled,
sending electrifying sensations through my quivering pelvis.

"No," I
murmured weakly, desperately trying to deny the sensations
emanating from my pulsating clitoris. "No, I can't..." Her fingers
driving in and out of my wetting vagina, her tongue snaking around
my sex nodule, I tried to think of anything and everything other
than the rushes of arousal coursing through my naked body.

I didn't know
what was happening to me, why I was deriving undeniable pleasure
from the lewd lesbian act while Danny was being held hostage. I
tried desperately to hold back as I felt the beginnings of my
orgasm stirring within my contracting womb. I couldn't come, allow
another woman to finger me and suck my clitoris to orgasm!

My vagina
rhythmically contracting, my sex button throbbing beneath her
sweeping tongue, I finally reached the verge of my illicit climax.
My orgasm imploding within my pulsating clitoris and then
exploding, sending shockwaves of pleasure though my naked body, I
cried out and clung to her head to steady myself.

"God!" I
breathed as her fist entered me, squelching within my drenched
vagina as my clitoris rhythmically pulsated within her hot mouth.
"God, no!" On and on the shockwaves of orgasm rolled through my
sated body, taking me to incredible heights of sexual satisfaction.
My head tossed back, my eyes closed, I was flying like a bird,
soaring through the air, rising higher and higher as my orgasm
peaked.

The ripples of
sex finally waning, my body trembling uncontrollably, I staggered
back, her fist leaving my spasming vagina as I flopped onto the
sofa. The doorbell ringing, she looked at me, her blue eyes
frowning as surprise and fear registered in her expression.
Grabbing her coat, she fled from the room, the back door slamming
shut as the bell rang again.

Saved by the
bell? Had I wanted to be saved? I didn't know what I wanted, what I
felt, as I staggered to my feet and quickly dressed. Dripping with
guilt and confusion, I zipped my skirt and buttoned my blouse as I
rushed to the door. Whoever it was had gone, probably assuming that
I was out. All I could do now was wait for Danny to return, if he
returned. Of course they'd let him go, I reflected. We were dealing
with money and sex, not murder!

Pacing the
lounge floor, my mind riddled with guilt, I tried to comprehend
what I'd done, why I'd experienced such a massive orgasm with
another female. Was I discovering another side to myself? I
wondered as I waited in anticipation for my husband. Was I a latent
lesbian? What had happened to me, to my life? What had happened to
Danny?

Danny returned
an hour later, dashing into the lounge and flinging his arms around
me as if he'd been away for months. He looked tired, exhausted, and
I wondered what they'd done to him as I broke down and cried.

"It's OK,
love," he said softly. "Everything's OK."

"Where have
you been?" I sobbed. "What did they...?"

"Calm down,
Selina. Are you all right? That's all that matters."

"Yes, yes I'm
fine."

"What did the
bitch do to you?"

Averting my
tearful eyes, I couldn't tell Danny the appalling truth, that I'd
stood with my legs apart, the girl's mouth pushed between my gaping
vaginal lips, and enjoyed one of the best orgasms ever. I didn't
understand it, how the vulgar act had excited me, aroused me to the
point where I'd come in her mouth - and I knew Danny would never
understand.

It was like a
dream, something that hadn't really happened and yet was so vivid
in my mind. Her fist deep inside my vagina, stretching the drenched
silken walls of my sex sheath, my clitoris sucked into her wet
mouth as my amazing orgasm gripping my naked body... No one would
ever understand.

"Nothing
happened," I finally replied softly. "The doorbell rang and she
fled, rushed out of the back door."

"How long was
she here?"

"Not long.
Danny, what happened to you? You went for a walk and..."

"A car drew up
alongside me and the driver asked for directions. Before I knew
what was going on, he'd leaped out of the car with another man and
bundled me into the back seat. Christ, I wondered what the hell
they were up to as they blindfolded me. I was shit scared, I can
tell you."

"Where did
they take you?"

"I don't know.
We drove for a while and then I was marched down some steps into a
basement. I didn't connect them with the girl until they told me to
ring you and... Anyway, some time later, they dropped me off at the
end of the road - and here I am. So, what did the girl want? What
did she do?"

"She wants me
to write the second novel. She said that, if I don't, you'll be
taken away again. I can't understand what it is they want, Danny.
Money, OK, but..."

"They're
obviously trying to frighten us, Selina. Taking me away like that
was obviously designed to let us know that they mean business."

"But, the
sex..."

"I reckon it's
all part of the blackmail plan. The more they have on you, the more
incriminating photographs, the better position they'll be in to
demand money."

"I can't
believe that this is happening to us. You were abducted, for God's
sake!"

"Look, all you
have to do is write the second book and..."

"How the hell
can I write a book with all this going on?"

"You'll have
to. I'll make some tea, OK?"

"OK."

As he left the
room, I tried to get my mind around the horrendous situation. I
could see Danny's point. The more they had on me, the better
position they'd be in to blackmail me, but... My being in what
appeared to be a lesbian relationship was the ultimate blackmail
material!

How often
would the girl call round to have sex with me? Would she want Danny
to screw her again? Would Danny be safe going for his walks or
would they snatch him again? These people, whoever they were, were
obviously into this sort of thing in a big way. They'd targeted me
and were going all out to get me, probably take me for every penny
I earned. I was trying to think of too many things at once,
clogging my mind with too many thoughts. I had to relax my
head.

I didn't know
which was more worrying, the thugs who'd abducted Danny, or the
terrific orgasm I'd had with the bitch. Had she not fled the house,
who knows what she'd have demanded next. Perhaps I could do a deal
with them, I mused. If I said that I'd write the book if they kept
away from us...

"Tea's up,"
Danny smiled as he carried a tray into the room and placed it on
the coffee table. "I've been thinking, they won't grab me
again."