Message-ID: <3329eli$9708250924@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Bookman Subject: RP: Spamhater Decoded: Blackmailed Wife 1--11 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: <34009C57.4879@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 - 11/17 The Blackmailed Wife Chapter 11 The darkened room with the blinds drawn looked vaguely familiar and she knew she had seen it before somewhere. But what was she doing in it? This wasn't her apartment. Then she remembered. Of course, we came to Tijuana yesterday. It's my hotel room. Ann started to move in the bed, and then felt the excruciating pain. "Ohhh," she groaned aloud. "What's happened to me?" Her head felt strangely thick and it was difficult to think. Avery muscle in her body seemed to be tied in tiny knots. She lay still for a moment -- then she recalled the horrible dream she had last night. That obscene sickening show -- all those men -- Julia's voice encouraging them on... The impact suddenly hit her. "My God, it happened!" In spite of the pain, she sat up quickly. Questions began to run through her head faster than her muddled mind would check them -- how did I get home? Who dressed me? -- it's my nightgown I'm wearing! Why did it happen? Why, why? She stumbled from the bed and lurched heavily to the bathroom mirror, looking into it quickly. "My God," she moaned, "it did happen, it wasn't a nightmare!" Heavy lines marred her fresh, young skin. Her eyes were sunk deeply into her head as though she had aged years since yesterday. She looked down. Her body was a mass of bruises that centered around her breasts and inner thighs. Her breasts were almost raw and even the soft nylon gown rubbing against the tips sent sharp waves of excruciating pain through them. She suddenly vomited, sobbing hysterically. "Oh, it didn't happen, it didn't, it just couldn't," she babbled incoherently over and over to herself, still hanging over the basin. "I'll ask Julia, she'll tell me it didn't happen, she'll tell me it didn't happen." "Julia, Julia!" she screamed hysterically, half staggering, half crawling to the living room. There was no answer. She could see the door to Julia's room was open and the bed immaculately made. The maid had already cleaned it. Ann looked at the clock, it was five o'clock in the afternoon, she had slept the entire day! She collapsed on the couch, sobbing hysterically. After a few minutes, she saw the envelope on the coffee table. It was addressed to her and she picked it up and hesitantly opened it. There was just a short note inside but it said a million words: Ann, darling I'm letting you sleep. I'll be back about six. Incidentally, you were the hit of the party last night. I didn't realize you had such hidden talents, dear. Love, Julia Then it was true, it hadn't just been a bad dream and it had been Julia who had led her into it and encouraged Carlos and Ramon and God only knows how many others to do those terrible, depraved things to her. What possessed Julia to do such a thing? What did she have against her? Ann had trusted her -- accepted her as a friend and protector. True, she hadn't accepted many of the invitations Julia had offered but that couldn't possibly have offended her that much... Ann pondered these things, unable to answer any of the questions that still ran through her mind. One thing for certain, she couldn't face Julia or the others again She had to leave before they returned. She phoned the desk. "This is Mrs. Morrow, can you tell me when the next bus leaves for San Diego?" "Si, Senora, they leave every half an hour. You can take one anytime," the voice answered. "Would you please send someone up for my bags in fifteen minutes, then. I'll be leaving," Ann said. "Right away, Senora. Do you want a taxi?" "Yes, please." In spite of the pain through her body, Ann managed to dress and pack her bags quickly. She was spurred by the thought Julia might return and Ann just could not be there to face her, she had to get away. She made it, and with a sigh of relief she settled back in the soft Greyhound bus seat. She couldn't help but compare the difference in her feelings today and yesterday. She could remember the elation she had felt when they had arrived. It was her chance to relax and release a few of the tensions she had built up worrying about Dave. True, she had been a bit upset with the boy who had reached in the car and brazenly squeezed her breast but that had passed quickly. She had entered this hateful city a faithful wife, who loved her husband more than anything else, and was leaving it as a woman who had been used by other men -- she didn't even know how many -- to fulfill their obscene desires. Worse yet, she had been betrayed by her own body that had bucked and twisted in its own lustful fulfillment beneath its attackers. She wondered what warped thing in Julia's mind could have caused Julia to lead her into that perverted party last night... and worse, stand by and encourage it while her drugged body had been subjected to the most depraved indignities. Perhaps it was something in human nature that enjoyed seeing the humiliation of others -- she remembered for the first time her own reaction when she had seen Julia rocking in uncontrollable passion beneath Pete's slavering mouth and tongue. She had been repulsed at first, but then had stayed and watched in fascination, unable to tear her eyes away until her own unleashed desires had permitted Carlos to lift her away and take possession of her hungry body. She tried to think more about it but the soft drone of the bus engine and her still-exhausted body conquered her mind. She would rest first and then try to make some sense out of the awful twenty-four hours she had just experienced. 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