Message-ID: <3330eli$9708250924@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Bookman Subject: RP: Spamhater Decoded: Blackmailed Wife 1--15 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: <34009D5F.7BFC@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 - 15/17 The Blackmailed Wife Chapter 15 "My dear girl, you've been wasting your talents working as a secretary," Max chuckled a little later as he unstrapped her still shaking body from the machine. "We should channel them into something that more befits your temperament." Ann stumbled to the bed collapsing on it, arms and legs spread obscenely wide. She couldn't bear to move to even try and cover herself after the experience on that dreadful machine. The shame and humiliation of what had just been done to her was too much for the tormented girl. Not only had her body betrayed her shamelessly to this beast, but had also betrayed her deep love for Dave. She had turned into an animal herself and all thoughts of decency had deserted her in her wild quest for her own selfish sensual satisfaction. She clenched her fists so tightly together her knuckles hurt when she thought of the depths of degradation to which he had brought her. The words he had made her use, and worse, that he had made her want to use. There was nothing she wouldn't do at this moment if she could just erase these last few horrid minutes from time forever and replace them with anything -- anything but what had occurred. "Here, my dear, I think you need this," Max interrupted her thoughts and handed her a drink and lighted cigarette. "But don't drink it too quickly, we don't want you to get too insensitive, do we?" Ann lifted herself exhaustedly to one elbow and accepted the drink. She turned the glass up and almost drained it with one gulp to erase the dry thick taste of Max's semen in her mouth. He sat on the edge of the bed next to her drinking his soda and ice that he had fixed for himself and ran his hand languidly over Ann's full rounded hip that rose in profile as she lay on her side. She made no move to stop him or pull away from his possessive caress. She no longer cared -- nothing mattered anymore. She had descended as far into the cesspool of depravity as one could go in her attempt to regain the pictures upon which her husband's future happiness rested -- anything else that happened after this could not be worse so she resigned herself to suffer his humiliations, whatever they might be for the period they had agreed upon. "You liked that, didn't you, my dove?" Max said, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. Ann's mind suddenly rebelled again at his possessive familiarity and she had to strike back at him. She sat up abruptly on the bed. "Mr. Schroeder," she said, glaring at him coldly. "Please don't call me "my dear." I've agreed to your terms because you've forced me into it and I've no other choice but I won't give you my soul, Mr. Schroeder, and you can't make me, no matter what you do." "Are you so certain, my dear Ann?" Max smiled, his small beady eyes staring straight back into hers. "Yes, I'm certain," Ann spat at him, she wanted more than anything in the world to hurt this vile, little man because of the indescribable humiliations he had just heaped upon her helpless bound form. "Look at you, do you think anyone could even lie next to you, you fat slimy thing, unless you forced them to do it the way you did me, You're revolting and disgusting!" Almost before the last words were out of her mouth, Ann was sorry. In her sudden desire to fight back and avenge her own weak surrender, she had forgotten the reason she was here. She almost reached for him to apologize and to say she didn't really mean those things but his hard cool stare cut her short. "All right, Mrs. Morrow, if that's the way you want it, then that's the way it shall be." Max rose from the bed and walked over to the clock, patting its face. He turned and looked at her crumpled form on the bed. "Remember the rules, it doesn't start again until I'm pleased. And believe me, Mrs. Morrow, I can be very difficult to please once I have become angry." He pulled his robe together, tying it with the terry-cloth belt and walked toward the door. "I'll be back tomorrow when you've had time to think," he said, his small cruel eyes penetrating her. "I hope you'll be in a more receptive mood." With that, the opened the door and left, bolting it behind him. Ann's eyes flooded with tears. She collapsed on the bed moaning to herself. "What have I done? Oh God, what have I done now?" Her clenched fists pounded the bed beside her in frustration. She had never felt so alone and helpless in her entire life. She sobbed herself into a deep but troubled sleep, her mind dwelling on the envelope above, and wondering how much she would have to go through to start its slow, tortuous descent again. Her vagina felt stretched and used as it never had before and her last conscious thought was of the huge mechanical cock, drubbing ceaselessly in and out of her belly from behind while Max had emptied his evil sperm mercilessly into her mouth in front. * * * She awoke with a start. Sidney was standing over her with a large glass of orange juice. "Mr. Schroeder said to give you this to keep up your strength, Madam," he said, maintaining his icy reserve. Ann crimsoned when she realized that she was still nude. She vainly attempted to cover herself with her hands but there were just too many critical exposed areas to allow it. "May I have some clothing, please," she asked in an almost whisper, attempting to maintain as much dignity as possible. "No madam, Mr. Schroeder instructs that you are to have no clothing or food until he instructs." "But-but I can't just stay here like this. I must at least have something to cover myself." "No one will enter, madam, except me, and I'm just not interested. There is a bathroom with all the things you need." Sidney pointed to a door next to the dressing room Max had shown her last night. "Please don't feel any animosity toward me, Mrs. Morrow, I am only an employee and follow Mr. Schroeder's orders." He left the room, again bolting the door and left Ann still sitting in the center of the bed, her arms ineffectually thrown around her exposed breasts and thighs. As soon as he was out the door, Ann tried the dressing room door. She remembered it had clothing in it. It was locked. She went into the bathroom and found on a dressing table, all the things a woman needs for her toilet. There were several packs of cigarettes and a small silver tray of the thin brown hashish cigarettes. She looked at them in curiosity. She had not really had the chance to study them in Tijuana, the room had been dark, but had wondered what they really looked like. Such a small thing, she mused, and yet so powerful to dissolve one's will. She thought at first, of flushing the evil little things down the john, but decided against it, thinking it might drive Max to further anger. She knew now that if she was to ever get out of here she must not allow that to happen again. She left the cigarettes where they were and brushed her teeth, showered, and combed her hair. At least she could maintain the dignity of bodily cleanliness, if nothing else. This was important to her and snide her feel better in spite of her hopeless situation. When she had finished her toilet, she returned to the large room and began to cautiously explore it. Last night she had been so upset emotionally and so filled with Martinis that she didn't really remember it clearly. She did remember the mural and all its details. How could she forget, she thought, the way Max had described it and the language he had used in doing so? The racks holding the long poles and whips were locked. Undoubtedly, to prevent her from fishing for the envelope with them. Not that it mattered, the door was locked and she had no clothes. What would she do if she was able to get them down anyway? In one corner was a large bookcase that attracted her attention. It must have held at least two hundred books. The titles were strange and were not familiar to Ann. They were all bound in beautiful red leather covers with the titles in gold. No authors were listed. She pulled one out at random with the title, "History of Female Self-gratification -- Illustrated." She took the glass of orange juice Sidney had left, and a package of cigarette and curled up in one of the large, soft chairs that circled the bed with the book. She was ravenously hungry in spite of her anxiety and the orange juice helped to quell it a bit. She lit a cigarette and began thumbing through the voluminous pages. It was the strangest book she had ever read and at first revolted her with its pointed language but as it progressed she became more fascinated with the subject. It explained in lurid detail the methods women used in bringing about sexual gratification without the aid of a man. Detailed photographs were interspersed between the pages of description. One such photograph showed a strange contraption upon which the woman could lie on her back and by turning a bicycle pedal above her could adjust the rate of speed of a mechanical lover below. Various sized instruments could be attached to the pistol-like device. There was another of a plain rubber instrument whose shape caused her to flush in embarrassment even though she was alone. It was obviously for hand use only. Along with the photographs were detailed histories of each. It described their uses, the pleasures they could bring, and even in some cases detailed drawings of how they might be constructed. Ann went through several other books, all of which were illustrated and explained graphically the actions taking place in these illustrations. One had described and pictured all the positions of love with combinations of from two to five or six people involved. It was similar in detail to the mural but illustrated photographically. She was certain the artists had used some of these photos for their models when they had done the painting. They were similar in subject. Even some of the faces looked the sane... Ann began to get restless, she had gone through both packs of cigarettes now and wondered how long she had been sitting there. It must have been quite a few hours though but she had no way of telling. There were no clocks, except the one marked off in twenty-four hours -- and it was stopped after running only one hour and forty-three minutes though her ordeal had seemed it had lasted for days. There were no windows in the room so she didn't have the slightest idea whether it was light or dark outside. She was completely isolated from the world and this madman could keep her here as long as he wanted to as she had told no one where she was going. Suddenly, she could hear the door opening. She tried to hide the book she was reading but it was too late. Max was in the room before she could get up out of the chair. Instead, she pressed it over her breasts to hide as much of herself as she could. This still left the rest of her exposed but there was nothing she could do about it. "Well, my dear, I see you've found my little collection of erotic literature. Does it appeal to you now that you've tasted some of its secrets?" Ann held herself back from cursing him as she felt like doing; she knew it would be a mistake and she wanted with all her heart to get the clock running again and leave this evil place with the incriminating photographs dangling over the bed, safely in her possession. "Yes -- I've I've enjoyed them," she lied in her anxiety to please him. "I hope you've repented after your disgraceful outburst last night. I trust the time you've had to reconsider your position has enlightened your sense of logic." "I-I'll do anything," Ann said, lowering her head in utter defeat. She had thought a great deal about it and there was no other way out but do his complete bidding. "Good then, shall we have something to eat?" "Oh, yes, please," the gnawing hunger in her sty mach was almost more than sloe could bear. She hadn't eaten a thing the day she came here because of her dread of the meeting. This would make almost two days since she had touched a thing but the orange juice. Max rang for Sidney and he wheeled in a large table of delicious delicacies that caused Ann's mouth to water as she thought of tasting it. "Just leave one chair, Sidney, Mrs. Morrow will be eating on the floor," Max said slyly with a wink to the butler. "What-what-do you mean?" Ann stammered. "Just what I said, my dear," as he sat down at the lone chair. "This is part of the game. Sit here beside me on your knees and I'll feed you. No hands," he chuckled, "if you do, no more food." "Aren't-aren't you going to start the clock now?" Ann looked at him pleadingly. "No, my dove, this is practice to see if you've really repented the way you say you have. Now crawl over here like a good little girl." Ann slumped to the floor from the chair and began the seemingly endless crawl to the table. It was the most monstrous humiliation she had been subjected to yet. To have to sit on her haunches and beg for her food from this vile creature was worse even than physical abuse. Nevertheless, her hunger overcame her fierce pride and she made her way to him slowly. She could see his beady eyes playing with sadistic glee on her large breasts as they danced beneath her. He cut into the pheasant and crammed his own mouth full with bite after bite. After what seemed an eternity to her, he took a small scrap in his greasy little fingers and threw it over on the floor some distance away. In her scramble for it, she could hear his lewd clucking in the background as he watched her exposed buttocks swishing tantalizing back and forth in the air as she greedily lowered her face to the floor and quickly gulped the morsel down He continued this torment throughout the meal, making certain each time he threw a scrap that he had a good view of her both crawling after the bits of food and then crawling back beside him before he would throw another. "I'm giving you practice, my dear, for a friend who's coming shortly. He likes his women crawling on the floor. As punishment for your uncalled-for outburst last night, I'm going to let him amuse himself with you for a few hours." Despite her still unsatisfied hunger, Ann leaped to her feet beside him. "You-you mean another man?" she blurted in horror. "Of course, my love, I told you I would have to discipline you. Besides, I'm certain you want the clock to start again. Look, you haven't even begun to earn your little keepsakes back." He pointed to the envelope which had hardly begun its long descent down to where Ann could reach them. "But I'm just supposed to please you," the stunned girl whimpered. "You promised, you promised if I just pleased you." "Ah, my dear, but it does please me. You see, I'll be watching it all both for my own enjoyment, and also to make certain my friend is happy." "You mean you're going to be in the room too?" Revulsion mushroomed inside her unbelieving mind. "No, of course not. Nothing so crude. I'll be behind there with some other friends." He pointed triumphantly to the mirrored wall. It was with a sudden shocking realization that Ann remembered the two-way mirror in Tijuana. He had them too! "Oh no," she moaned sinking limply to her knees beside him. "Please don't nuke me do that, I just can't, knowing other people are watching. I just can't." She sobbed hysterically. "Ann my dear, you did a beautiful job in Tijuana, there were at least ten people in the room when you performed so well." "But I was drugged, that wasn't me, I didn't know what I was doing," she defended, tears streaming down both cheeks. "I've left you some help in the dressing room. I'm certain you've seen them." "No," she protested, "I won't ever smoke one of those horrible things again." "That's up to you, my dear, I thought you just might appreciate the help until you get over these silly inhibitions you've been brought up with. I must go now and I want you to be ready in one hour. I can control the clock from the other room and when I feel you are earning it, I will start it. If you let me down then our little game is over for good and you can go home -- without the pictures, of course -- they will go in the mail," he added with an evil grin. He left Ann crumpled on the floor in a sobbing heap and went out the door. Shortly afterwards, Sidney came in, he stood over her shaking form for a moment and then gently lifted her to her feet by one arm. "Mr. Schroeder has asked me to prepare you," he said, a little more warmth in his voice than usual. "Oh, Sidney, I can't do it," she moaned as he led her into the small room with the dressing table. "I don't think you have a choice, Madam," he answered as he sat her at the dressing table and began combing her long blonde hair out into its full length beauty again. He worked with her for about a half an hour, even applying her make-up for her, until she was presentable again and the marks of her crying had disappeared. "Mr. Jason, the man who is coming enjoys this perfume, madam," he said as he dabbed it lightly over the critical places on Ann's body. She noticed that his touch was almost womanly and her nudeness didn't seem to affect him as it did most men. He maintained a aloofness that could only lead Ann to suspect that he had other tendencies than a desire for women. "What -- what shall I do, Sidney?" she asked, her own mind empty from the constant humiliations she had been subjected to. "I would suggest that madam goes along with the desires of the gentleman, I would not risk displeasing Mr. Schroeder again if I were she." "But I just can't, knowing other people will be watching. Does Mr. Jason know it too?" "Certainly, Madam, Mr. Schroeder has brought him in to teach you a lesson. He uses him often to punish those who have been uncooperative. Mr. Jason is not a kind man. I would suggest that one of these might help," he said pointing at the tray of hashish. "The gentlemen is, to be quite frank, a brutal pig and madam may need the consolation." With this intelligence Sidney completed her toilet and left her alone, reminding her that Jason would arrive within fifteen minutes. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /