Sextortion, p.22
Sextortion, page 22
Nearing my house, as if waking from a dream, I became aware of the world. People walked, cars passed, the distant laughter of children from a nearby school drifted through the still air, a dog barked in the distance. I was different, living my life like a dream, living my life through sex. Sex was my life.
Opening the front door, I decided to get back to work, carry on with the book while Danny wasn't around to disturb me. I'd ring Tammy at some stage to reassure her, tell her that I was doing well with my writing. I should have taken Crystal's phone number. I wanted to call her, invite her round for the evening.
"At last!" the bitch grinned as I walked into the lounge to answer the phone.
"Get out of my house!" I spat, my stomach churning as I glared at her. "How dare you..."
"Calm down, Selina. Remember what I said about obedience?"
"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.
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.
