Message-ID: <3328eli$9708250923@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Bookman Subject: RP: Spamhater Decoded: Blackmailed Wife 1--12 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34009CA3.2F56@wolfenet.com> (Note: I am not the author, I am only the decoder. There are two separate stories called "Blackmailed Wife". I will be reposting both of them, as BM1 and BM2. If you are the author of this piece, I would like to get your name connected to your work in our archives, so you get the credit you deserve in all future reposts. Please email me.) BlkMldWf.zip - 12/17 The Blackmailed Wife Chapter 12 The laughing boy raced happily down the narrow sandy beach plunging headlong into the cool, clear water. His arms flailed wildly, splashing like a hooked salmon for a moment, then he stood up, knuckling the water from his eyes with his forefingers. "Auntie Ann, Auntie Ann," he yelled at the tan blonde girl lying on the blanket not too far away. "Come on in, come on in and race me to the raft!" "Okay, Jimmy," she yelled back slipping a white bathing cap over her long blonde hair. "Be right there -- I'll bet you an ice cream I win." She ran over to where he was waiting and jumped in beside him, splashing handfuls of water in his face at the same time. "Don't, Don't" he cried, "I can't see to race you." She stopped long enough for him to clean his eyes again and then said, "Okay, get ready -- one, two, three, go!" They both splashed off into the water and swam toward the raft anchored some one hundred feet out in the lake. Ann could feel her hands cutting cleanly into the cool clear water in front of her, pulling her body swiftly after them. She had never felt better. She had been here in the mountains with Laura, Dave's sister, for over two weeks now and the scars of the ill- fated trip to Tijuana were gradually healing. She had returned to San Diego and immediately packed her bags and left. She never intended to see Julia again, which of course, meant giving up her job at the store, but it didn't matter. She had not even bothered to notify her supervisor that she was quitting. She still had several days pay coming but decided to sacrifice it for fear they would want a forwarding address through which Julia could trace her if she had a desire to do so -- though why would she? Julia had her revenge or what ever it was she wanted. She couldn't humiliate her anymore than she already had. Ann had been more afraid that Julia would try to see her to apologize and felt the whole, hideous nightmare had been a mistake, but she couldn't bear to face anyone connected with it. After several days in the cool mountain air with Laura and Jimmy, the impact of the initial shock had worn off. She had been able to think a little more clearly and put the sordid affair into a more logical perspective. Her first hysterical reaction had been to sit down and try and write Dave a letter admitting all that happened. This had not worked. She must have written it over at least twenty times becoming almost ill again each time from the bitter memories the words stirred within her. Each time she re-read what she had written, she had burned it in disgust. It just didn't say what had really happened -- how she had been led on and deceived by Julia, whom she'd trusted -- led on until she'd gone too far... and her body betrayed her. Dave would never understand, and she finally decided that it wasn't fair to him to suffer a momentary failure on her part. She still loved him as before, perhaps more with the knowledge that she had let her body betray her. She, alone, should suffer for this and she was determined to protect him from the secret -- no matter how it might hurt her. She knew she would never be able to curl up in his lap again and playfully nip at his ear with girlish innocence without thoughts of that horrible night. This would be her penance alone to bear and the scar would last as long as she lived. Time might dim the memory but could never erase it. She and Jimmy finished their swim and returned to the cabin for late lunch with Laura. "I think you need an afternoon rest, young man," she said to him as they were walking back. "Aw, no I don't, Auntie Ann, don't say that to Mom," he pleaded. "All right, I won't," she smiled. "If you promise to lie quietly on the blanket this afternoon if we go back to the lake." "Okay, Okay, I promise," he said happily, knowing he had won without much of a fight. Ann mused at the way he was able to twist her around his little finger anytime he felt like it. Perhaps it was because he was the kind of little boy she would want when Dave returned. They weren't going to wait any longer she vowed. If only he hadn't wanted to wait until he returned from sea duty, things would have been so different now. Laura greeted them at the door with a smile. "Well, did you two have a good swim?" "We sure did," Jimmy bubbled. "I beat her a mile racing to the raft." "He's a good swimmer," Ann agreed, patting the top of his head as he rushed off to wash his hands for lunch. "You look pretty bubbly, too," Laura said, looking at Ann. "I think your little vacation with us has been a good thing. You know, I was a little concerned when you first arrived." "It has been wonderful, Laura, I just don't know how to thank you," she squeezed her hand gratefully. "I was awfully lonely and worried about Dave," she lied, "but I think I've recovered now." "I know you were, dear. We're just happy to have the chance to help you." They had lunch on the front porch and Ann was ravenous after the morning swim. Jimmy chattered incessantly until Laura admonished him for speaking with food in his mouth. After lunch, Ann drove with Laura down to the village to do the grocery shopping. On the way back, they stopped at the village post office. "I should have a letter from Bill," Laura said. "He's supposed to let me know if he can drive up on Friday. It's easier for him and gives him three full days here." "No mail for you today, Laura," Mr. Green said from behind the window, "but got two for you, Ann. One from the navy and the other registered." Mr. Green handed her Dave's letter and she signed for the other. It was a large plain manila envelope. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw it was post-marked San Diego. No one was supposed to know she was here. "It must be pretty important if its registered, aren't you going to open it, Ann?" Laura said on the way home after she had read Dave's letter. "No," Ann answered hesitantly, "it's nothing, just some papers I had been expecting from the store." When they arrived back at the cabin, Ann went to her room quickly and locked the door, trembling. She knew it must be from Julia. There was no one else but how did she know where to find her! She had not even left a forwarding address with her land-lady. She had even cabled Dave and told him to write her at his brother-in-laws' summer cabin for the next month or so. Oh, it's probably nothing, she told herself and ripped the envelope open. Ann was suddenly stunned -- there lying on the bed beside her where they had fallen were the most shocking photographs she had ever seen. They were all of her and different men. The men were doing the most horrible things to her -- and worse -- she seemed to be enjoying it. Ann groaned and fell back, her arm over her eyes, trying to blot out the sudden horrible reminder of that evening. She lay there several minutes without moving; then sat up again slowly. There was a typewritten note attached: "Sorry I missed you in San Diego. I wanted to give you the other copies to these. You can get them back next Wednesday night at eight- thirty at Max's house. Otherwise, Dave might like to receive them as souvenirs of the trip his darling wife won to Mexico. I'm sure that would help a fighting man's morale." P.S. Your mother said you were enjoying your vacation. There was no signature but there could be no mistake about who sent them. Suddenly from deep in her sub-conscious, she remembered the bright orange flashes going off and the strange clicks in the background. Her passion-crazed mind had not related them to a flash camera at that time but it was unmistakably clear that's what they were In horror, she picked them up and began to shuffle through them. She could recognize Carlos, Pete and Ramon, the sneaky fat little Mexican who had let them in the club that night, but there were others she had never seen before. All seemed to be having a contest to see who could heap the greatest indignity on her helpless naked body. They had turned her every way possible and in several of the pictures, she was between two of them, each using her defenseless body in a different way to satisfy their lusts. Her face, contorted in passion, was plainly visible in each of the photographs and she seemed to be pleading for more of what she was receiving. Ann almost vomited again, but instead, vented her despair on the pictures, tearing them into tiny pieces and stuffing them back in the envelope. She put them out on her stone window sill and set a match to them, burning them to ash. The wind swept them away and for a moment it gave her a respite. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the ashes swirling away into the air It was not until the last ash had vanished that the terrible impact hit her. What would they expect her to pay to return the copies? They knew she didn't have money The pieces began to fall in place -- pick them up at Max's house! -- Max had always wanted her and she remembered his fat lustful leers when she had walked by him; his almost drooling down the front of her dress when he would stop her to talk in the store. It dawned on her then, Max had put Julia up to this. When he couldn't get her to come to his parties, he had fixed it so she had won the trip with Julia. Pete and Carlos weren't accidental meetings -- Max wanted her badly enough to arrange all of this! All of it had been a plot to put her in a position where she couldn't refuse Max! Julia was angry with her because Max wanted her more than he did her! It was only five more days until Wednesday. 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