Message-ID: <3345eli$9708250933@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Bookman Subject: RP: Spamhater Decoded: Blackmailed Wife 2--08 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: <3400AB4E.DA@wolfenet.com> (Note: I am not the author; I am only the decoder. If you are the author, please email me. I'd like to get your name re-attached to your work. There are two separate stories called "Blackmailed Wife". I will be reposting both of them, as BM1 and BM2. Check Subject line.) BlkmWife.zip -- 8/8 The Blackmailed Wife Chapter 8 Warren Ramsey, Jack Stearns and Ollie Pratt were dressed now, and Warren had ordered Betty tied up again. Not bothering to cover her shameful nakedness and sperm covered body, they had bound and gagged her, leaving her there on the bed where she had been ravished to sort out her thoughts and feelings. Outside Jay Ballard and Arnie Pearson played the same waiting game. As Jay had explained it, "Sooner or later... one of them'll come out... and we nail him!" Inside the cabin, Warren growled, "Stop worrying... damn it! He'll have to come back... his car is still here!" "... But it's been over two hours, now!" Jack Stearns fumed. "I think I'll go out and take a look around! He could be bringing all the fuzz in the County down on us!" Confidently, Warren declared, "He won't go to the police!" Stearns came out onto the porch and looked out into the gathering darkness, seeing that Arnie's rental car was undisturbed. Everything seemed to be peaceful and quiet, but Jack was worried. I wonder where the hell he is...? As he turned to go back into the cabin, he slumped without a sound from a sharp blow to the back of his neck, delivered by Jay Ballard. Arnie caught him and together the two men moved off into the darkness, carrying Stearns' unconscious form. He was soon disarmed and tied securely, lying in a ditch beside the road. "One down... and two to go!" Jay whispered. "... And, it won't be long before they'll be looking for him!" They settled down to wait. Five minutes passed. "What the hell's keeping Jack...? Maybe you'd better check on him, Ollie!" Ramsey growled. "He's mine!" Arnie whispered. Ollie came out of the cabin, his pistol clutched in his good left hand. He peered into the darkness. "Stearns!" he called. "Where the hell are you?" "Over here... Ollie!" Jay stage-whispered. The former boxer moved toward him, as Arnie came from behind, Jack's pistol in his hand. "Drop the gun... Ollie!" Arnie told him, low-voiced. "Son-of-a-bitch! Arnie!" He swung around to level his pistol, just as Jay sprang from cover, bringing his own hand gun down in a short, hard arc against Ollie's gun-clutching hand. The steel barrel crunched the bones of that hand, and the pistol clattered to the porch flooring. "OOww!" he screeched, looking down, helplessly, as he realized both his hands were broken. Ramsey, hearing Ollie's shriek of pain, jumped up from his chair and dashed toward the front door, his pistol in his hand. Standing in the darkness of the porch, Jay could have shot him... but he didn't. He wanted the man to live... to face a court. The crazy impulse to charge in shooting had already been stilled. Now, he coolly waited for his man and chopped him down with a stunning blow to the back of the neck as he came through the door. Pausing only long enough, to pick up Ramsey's pistol and grunt to Arnie, "Take care of them!" he headed toward the bedroom and his wife. Quickly, he freed her, and she was in his arms. "Jay! Oh, Jay!" she cried with relief. "They... r-raped me... and did horrible things... t-to m-me!" "I know... darling... but everything's all right, now!" he soothed, as her hysteria mounted. * * * Jay summoned a doctor, who administered a sedative to her and recommended that she rest in bed for a day or two. To the sheriff's deputies who came to take the three men into custody, Jay recounted the charges he would bring against them. "I'll be talking to the D.A... but for now, we can start off with forcible rape, assault with a deadly weapon and conspiracy to commit extortion... and if we can get the word out fast enough... we can take Carla Reynolds off that plane in Hawaii. I want her held as a material witness!" * * * The human spirit is resilient and time is its best ally. It was three weeks later, at Betty's insistence, that Arnie and Joan Pearson were guests for dinner at the Ballard home. She was the perfect hostess, serving everything to perfection, and after dinner with drinks in their hands, the conversation turned to the experiences they had shared. Arnie was uncomfortable. Betty was seated next to him on the couch, and as the talk drifted to sex, it was Betty who carried the conversational ball. "One thing... I found out... was that I was dead wrong... the way I treated Jay... before... and I found out that I'm more responsive than I thought!" "You can say that, again!" Jay put in. "I've got a real tigress in bed, now!" "... But, one thing I've really thought about... and Jay and I've talked about it, is that loving one man isn't enough for me...!" Joan Pearson cut in, then, "Do you mean... you want to have affairs, now?" "No... that's not what she means!" Jay said. "Let's all face the truth of the matter!" He looked around at the other three. "I've made it with Joan... and Arnie's made it with Betty! What we're talking about... is more of the same!" "Damn! You're not serious?!" Arnie grinned, "... Are you...?" "We are!" Betty and Jay said it almost simultaneously. Betty turned toward Arnie and asked breathlessly, "What do you think darling...?" "I think it's a damned good idea!" "What about you Joan...?" Jay asked. "Well... it's kind of a wild idea... but..." She stopped momentarily, looking at her husband Arnie. Then, as Betty Ballard slid easily into her husband's arms, she went on, "I'll go along with it!" Jay Ballard came to where Arnie's wife sat, took her by the arm, lifting her, then led her down the hallway toward the guest room. "This time," he told her, "we'll have plenty of time to get acquainted... first!" The End -- +--------------' 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> /