Message-ID: <6108eli$9712041543@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MadMack7@aol.com Subject: Orgasm Club - Officer Orgasm #1a (D/s, Exhib, W/s, semicon - MFF/F) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <971203231716_45524464@mrin43.mail.aol.com> ********************************* * WARNING * ********************************* Mature adults only! Anyone under age 21 should not even be in this newsgroup, much less reading this posting. The following story portrays explicit sexual activity between consenting parties and is not intended to encourage, condone or otherwise approve such behavior in real life. This is a fantasy people, treat it as such!! 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And now, after one of the longer disclaimers, on with the story............... ********************************************** _________________________ Orgasm Club - Officer Orgasm #1 ‘Blackmailed for Pleasure’ by MadMack7 ---------------------------------- (D/s, Exhib, W/s, semi-cons - MFF/F) _________________________ The black limousine sped swiftly thru the dark night, deftly weaving in and around slower moving vehicles as it proceeded inexorably towards its destination. The luxurious interior was opulent to a fault; plush white velvet upholstery, cell phone, miniature color television and even a small bar. All this lavishness was lost on the sole passenger of the limousine, however, for two main reasons. First, Alexandra Jameson had other things on her mind, like ‘How did I ever get myself into this big of a mess?’. The second reason was a direct result of the first; Alexandra was blindfolded. ‘This is what happens when you try to help somebody out. You get yourself screwed!’ Alex thought bitterly to herself. She’d been set up, but good! It had all started out so innocently. When she learned her Uncle Matt had been stricken with a chronic illness, Alexandra wanted to do whatever she could to ease his pain and suffering. When the doctors refused to give him sufficient medication to stop the pain, Alex just had to step in to help out. She’d used her position as an officer of the Bellwood Police Department to get marijuana for her uncle to use, strictly for medicinal purposes. But she had gotten caught, on videotape no less. This wasn’t California. Alex had been looking at some serious hard time if Internal Affairs found out about her illicit activities. Jail was tough enough on anyone; it could be hell on earth for an ex-cop. And so she’d been forced to agree to the outrageous demands of her blackmailers. They had certainly been clear enough on what they wanted from her. Not money, which was just as well since her policeman’s salary barely paid enough to put food on the table. No, what they were interested in was sex. Kinky sex at that. Well, she’d been pretty wild herself when she was younger. At twenty-five, Alexandra very much doubted they’d be able to do much to her that she hadn’t already at least tried out on her own. In return, she would be given the opportunity to earn back the incriminating videotapes. One tape per session. To earn them, Alexandra would have to engage in a variety of submissive acts. Nothing was off limits, although she’d been assured there would be no unprotected sex. That was one condition Alex intended to hold them to. She’d seen the ravages of AIDs first hand and had absolutely no intention of ending up like that. Her current predicament had started earlier in the evening, after she got home from the station. Alex had received a phone call from her blackmailers. Tonight was to be her first chance to earn one of the tapes. The anonymous voice hadn’t provided her with a great deal of information on what was going to happen. When Alex had asked if she should wear anything special, the neutral voice told her not to bother. Alex could guess what that meant. Whatever she wore, she wouldn’t have it on for long. She’d been told that a limousine would pick her up in front of her apartment at precisely 7:30 PM. Once she got into the back seat, Alex was told she would find a blindfold. She was to put the blindfold on and not try to engage the driver in any conversation during the drive. That one had been easy enough to comply with. The limousine was already waiting for her when she left her building, the passenger door gaping open, even though she arrived a few minutes early. She never saw the chauffeur, one way glass cut off her view of the driver’s seat. The limo had continued to idle until Alexandra had put on the blindfold, a black leather strapped mask with white fur covering the eye-holes. Once she’d donned the mask and slipped into a world of darkness, she felt the vehicle get underway, sealing her fate as it sped swiftly thru the crisp fall air. After a while, Alexandra felt the vehicle slow, turn and then the ride got noticeably rougher, even in the sleek sedan. She guessed they’d turned off on a back road of some kind. They must be nearing their destination. Confirming her guess, the car soon came to a gentle stop. The engine was switched off and Alex waited tensely for whatever would happen next. She wondered if she could take her blindfold off now, but left it on just in case. Alex guessed if her blackmailers had wanted her to take it off when she arrived, they would have mentioned it. She heard the car door swing open and felt a cool breeze softly caress her face. It felt good. The mask had gotten hot during the short drive and Alexandra was sweating lightly. A soft hand grasped Alex’s elbow and steered her out through the car door to stand outside of the limousine. “No talking, if you please, Miss Jameson.” a low pitched feminine voice informed Alexandra. “We’ll lead you to where you need to go this evening. Please leave your blindfold on until we arrive at our destination. We value our privacy here. We ask you to respect that, just as we will respect our bargain with you.” With that, Alexandra was carefully steered up some steps into a building of some kind. After a slow walk down a long hallway, Alexandra was abruptly halted and she felt the floor begin to move up silently. They were in an elevator of some kind. Alex frowned to herself. This wasn’t the cheap fly-by-night kind of operation that she had been expecting. She had guessed they were taking her to someone’s home, but who ever heard of an elevator in a house? Alex wondered just what it was that she had stumbled into. The elevator came to a halt a short time later and Alex was prodded into motion once more. The floor on this level was not carpeted, Alexandra’s sneakers made slapping sounds as they proceeded down the hall. Several turns later, Alexandra was halted one last time, before she was silently ushered into a room. Alex felt clumsy fingers fumbling with the snap on her mask and she took a deep breath. Now she would finally find out just who it was she was dealing with. All her previous contact with her blackmailers had been by phone. Even the videotape they gave her as proof had been left on her doorstep. After spending so much time blindfolded, the light in the room was blinding at first. As her eyes slowly adjusted, Alexandra had to fight to keep her jaw from dropping in amazement. Whatever she had been expecting, this wasn’t it. She was standing in what appeared for all practical purposes to be the waiting room in some doctor’s office, complete with plastic chairs, receptionist window and three month old magazines decorating a nearby rack. She had this sudden nightmare that she’d just been paraded blindfolded through an office building, but quickly realized that no one would build an office building down the rough road they’d taken on the way in. Turning to her side, she got a look at her escort for the first time. The girl was about Alex’s height, 5’4” and young, barely eighteen if Alex had to guess. She had short, curly blond hair and a pixish face. Her only garments were a thin yellow tube top which barely concealed her apple-shaped breasts and an outrageously short mini-skirt which came down to just below her rear. ‘She’d better not drop anything in that getup’ Alex thought sourly to herself. She was careful not to voice her sentiments out loud however. She guessed she’d be wearing far less before this night was over. “Just check in with the receptionist, Miss Jameson.” the young blond told Alexandra. “She’ll take care of your processing from there.” Turning to leave, the young girl swiftly gripped and then released Alexandra’s arm. “Good luck!” she whispered softly. Alexandra was denied the opportunity to question her further though, as she left right afterwards. Alex noted dryly that the door locked automatically behind her. This might look like a waiting room, but she needed to keep in mind that it was something far different. Just what she wasn’t sure what yet. Not knowing what else to do, Alex threaded her way across the waiting room and stopped before the receptionist’s window. A young brunette, probably twenty-two or twenty-three, sat dressed in what appeared to be a nurse’s uniform, chewing gum and reading a recent fashion magazine. Alex shook her head. Whoever these people were, they didn’t miss a trick. They had the whole doctor’s office routine down pat, even to the point of the bored receptionist. She cleared her throat softly. “I’m Alexandra Jameson. I think you’re expecting me.” The brunette looked up at Alex, still appearing to be bored silly. “Just a second hon, let me check.” Pulling out a clipboard, she scanned it for a few seconds. “Okay, here you are Miss Jameson. I see you had an 8:30 appointment with us.” the girl continued. “You’re a little early.” she accused Alexandra. Alexandra was flabbergasted. It wasn’t as if she’d had any control on when she arrived, but she bit back the sharp retort she wanted to make and told the girl; “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I left my watch at home. The traffic this evening must have been light.” she apologized sweetly. The brunette, whose name-tag read “Alicia”, gave her a piercing look, but left it alone. “I see this is your first time with us, Miss Jameson. I’m going to need you to fill out this medical history.” she said handing Alex a clipboard and pen. “It will give you something to do while you’re waiting for the doctor.” Alex took the clipboard from the girl without further comment and padded over to one of the red plastic chairs where she sat down to fill out the questionnaire. The form seemed to be a standard medical form, asking about her medical history, any diseases she may have had, medication she was currently taking and so forth. The first several pages were pretty standard, but the last page had several questions on it that were very personal and reminded Alex sharply of why she was here in the first place. For God’s sake, what business was it of these people how often she played with herself? Or what her favorite sexual fantasies were? Or how often she reached orgasm and her favorite techniques? Alex debated briefly on the wisdom of leaving these provocative questions blank. She had no desire to share such intimate details of her life with people who were after all blackmailing her. On the other hand, she didn’t want to provoke them unnecessarily either. In the end she compromised, and filled out ‘not applicable’ in the space provided. ‘Let’s see them make something out of that!’ she thought to herself with a grin. “I’m done.” Alexandra told the receptionist when she brought the survey back up to the window. “What would you like me to do next?” This saccharine sweetness was wildly out of character for Alexandra, but she thought there was a chance it would throw these people off guard. And who knew, maybe it was expected here. The gum-cracking brunette looked up from scanning Alex’s form, giving her a sharp glance. There were clearly limits on just how much sass would be tolerated, the brunette’s icy glare seemed to convey to Alexandra. She returned to studying the completed survey, blinking slowly a few times as she scanned the last page. She frowned and looked up again at Alexandra. “Hon, we can’t help you if you won’t cooperate.” “I’m here, aren’t I?” Alex responded with a touch of frustration. “I mean, its not like I have a lot of choice about any of this. Let’s just get on with it.” Alicia’s brow furrowed for a minute, but pulled out a file and studied it carefully. Her expression cleared up after a moment, but the gaze she turned on Alexandra was distinctly chillier, if that was possible. “I’m sorry, Miss Jameson.” she told Alexandra. She definitely didn’t sound sorry, Alexandra thought. “I was under the mistaken impression that you were one of our volunteers, but I see from your file that your presence is strictly under duress. That’s one group policy I don’t particularly agree with, but I suppose it’s not your fault. We’re turning good submissives away, what do we need to coerce people for?” Alicia asked rhetorically. “Don’t worry, I won’t hold your status against you.” Alicia promised Alex insincerely. “Well, I suppose these preliminaries are going to be wasted on you, but you never know. You really should try to relax. You might find that you get into it after all. Stranger things have happened.” Alicia coaxed helpfully. Alexandra just stared back at her woodenly. The thin brunette shook her head, but let the subject drop. She’d clearly made her one attempt to appeal to Alex’s better nature and struck out. Alex had no desire to ‘get into it’. She was here for one purpose and one purpose only; to get those videotapes. She might not have a choice about going along with whatever perverse games her blackmailers had in mind for her, but she didn’t have to enjoy it. They should be happy she was playing along as much as she was. The brunette nurse handed Alex something thru the receptionist window and Alexandra took it from her automatically. Unfolding it, she saw it was one of those thin white examination robes they always had people wear at the hospital or doctor’s office. Alex looked back at the nurse, pretty sure what was coming next. She wasn’t wrong. “Please remove your clothing and put on this gown Miss Jameson.” the girl smirked at Alex. “Where...Where do I go to change?’ Alex asked hesitantly, already afraid she knew the answer. “You can change right here in the waiting room. Go ahead, I won’t mind. In fact, I insist.” she challenged Alex. The brunette had a distinct gleam in her brown eyes as she regarded Alex, obviously waiting for the squawking to begin. Alex surprised the nurse by not protesting. She just began to strip out of her clothing casually, just as if she undressed in waiting rooms with people watching every day. Alex had taken her blackmailers at their word and dressed for comfort this evening. A light blouse, faded denims and sneakers were her attire tonight. As she finished unbuttoning the pearl buttons on her light green blouse, it fell open to expose her muscular midriff and tiny navel. Alex couldn’t help but notice the brunette continuing to stare at her. Well, let her look Alex thought defiantly. She had nothing to be ashamed of. At twenty-five, Alexandra was in the peak of condition. She had a real hard body which she spent hours keeping in shape at the police gymnasium. She even still had the residue of the light tan she picked up last summer at the beach. Removing the blouse and carefully folding it on the chair, Alex deftly reached behind her back to unhook the white nylon bra she wore. Alex knew she didn’t have a whole lot in the chest department, barely needing a ‘B’ cup, even at her age. Even her nipples were tiny pink nubs, Alex thought critically to herself as her bra soon joined her blouse on the plastic seat. Oh well, no one was perfect. Standing topless in faded jeans, Alex glanced over once at Alicia for direction, who simply nodded for her to continue. Taking a seat, Alex rapidly stripped off her sneakers and white shorty socks, setting them carefully on the floor under the chair. Reaching down for the snap on her faded blue jeans, Alex popped it quickly open and wriggled out of the tight jeans until they had formed a soft blue pool around her ankles. Stepping out of her jeans, now dressed in only sheer white panties, Alex stood back up. The brunette nurse persisted in staring intently. Alex had a wild impulse to turn around and shake her rear at the girl. Alex knew her tight heart-shaped butt and trim muscular thighs were her best features, but still there were limits. Alex hadn’t fooled around with other girls since high school, but she was pretty sure she remembered that look. The brunette’s interest was obvious and it made her a little uncomfortable. Of course, that was probably the whole idea. Alex had just reached down to pick up the dressing gown, when a ‘tsking’ from the receptionist’s area stopped her cold. “You’re not finished yet. Every last stitch.” she was told firmly. “But, at my doctors...” Alex began before being harshly cut off by the nurse. “As you so clearly pointed out earlier hon, you’re not at the doctor’s now. Lose the linen!” the brunette ordered Alex snidely. Payback for her earlier refusal to play along with this bitch was clearly going to be hell. With a quiet sigh, Alex obeyed and the thin panties soon fell around her bare ankles, exposing a plump pubic mound adorned by a fleecy cloud of soft golden curls. Stepping out, she faced the brunette nurse defiantly, her chest thrown forward, fists bunched on her hips, daring the girl to say anything. She be damned if she’d let this twit of girl make her cringe. The seconds slowly ticked by. Alex standing naked and defiant, the brunette just staring at her nonchalantly. Finally Alicia spoke up. “You know, you are allowed to put on the gown. That’s what its there for. Unless of course, you like standing bare-assed in front of me. Maybe you want me to help?” she suggested with a wicked grin. Alexandra felt her face flame bright red to the tips of her ears. Well, she had asked for that one. She picked up the gown and donned the thin garment quickly before the mischievous nurse could follow through on her offer to help. While she had felt confident just a few moments before, the nurse’s wicked teasing had reminded Alex she was butt naked and vulnerable. She was glad to have even the uncertain protection of the thin gown now. But something seemed to be wrong with this gown. Alex searched the garment frantically, desperate not to have to ask the nurse for help, but she couldn’t find the tie that held the gown closed. Checking the tag also revealed that this particular gown opened in front rather than the normal rear view. The gown also seemed about two sizes too small. The end result was that the gown left about two inches of Alex’s skin exposed, from her soft throat all the way down past her navel to her golden pubes, even when she clutched the garment together as tightly as she could. She looked up to find the brunette receptionist grinning at her from ear to ear. “You got it right hon. Only don’t bother to hold that thing closed. It doesn’t hide your curlies anyhow.” she wickedly informed Alex. “It’s made that way.” ‘That figured!’ Alex thought to herself in chagrin. Somehow the gaping gown made her feel more naked than if she were in her birthday suit. Releasing her grip on the lapels made it even worse, the thin garment gaping open to expose the sides of her small breasts. She’d bet her nipples would peak out whenever she moved. “I believe the doctor is ready to see you now.” Alicia gleefully informed Alex. With a soft shake of her blond curls, Alex inhaled deeply. She fought down the urge to clutch the ridiculous garment closed and moved towards the door. Well, they certainly were piling on the embarrassment. She wondered what came next. ****************************************** The oak door slowly swung open, revealing Alicia’s desk and the typical paraphernalia you’d expect to find in a doctor’s office. The young brunette stood by the open door, and Alex realized for the first time the girl towered over her. ‘She must be almost six feet tall.’ Alex thought in amazement. For all the girl’s cheap makeup and gum-cracking demeanor, she had fine bone structure and the figure and grace of a model. Alex wondered whether the girl was playing a role of her own or whether she really was as unsophisticated as she seemed. “Right this way hon.” the nurse gestured down a long white corridor filled with closed doors. “It’s the third door on the right. Let’s go. The doctors are expecting you.” Alexandra reluctantly plodded down the hall, her bare feet making soft slapping sounds on the cold linoleum floor, coming to a halt in front of the third door on the right as instructed. She paused to wait for the young brunette to catch up. “Yoouch!!” Alex yelped out. The brunette had just pinched her ass hard through the thin gown. She swiftly turned her head, blonde curls flying, to glare in accusation at the brunette who was grinning at her perkily. “I didn’t tell you to wait around all day, did I Miss?” Alicia smirked at Alex. “Just go right on in. You’re expected.” Alex didn’t dare to rub her aching rear since that would cause the damn gown to gape completely open when she entered the room, so she settled for what she hoped was an icy stare at the girl before turning and pushing into the room. Given what had happened so far, what she saw didn’t really surprise her. The room was relatively small, painted a uniform white, harshly lit with light glaring from overhead fluorescent lights and resembled nothing so much as her gynecologist’s examination room, complete with examination table. One wall was dominated by a large mirror which reflected half the room. The occupant of the table would be treated to a great view of herself in that mirror, Alex noted dryly. She guessed the mirror was also a one-way mirror, similar to what they used in the police station to grill suspects. That would fit the MO of this crowd. Two people were waiting in the room, looking at her expectantly. Their white lab coats must mean they were the doctors, or mad scientists, or whatever. The man looked about thirty-five, with curly brown hair and handsome in a craggy sort of way. The woman seemed to be in her early thirties, with thick glasses and dark red hair currently tied up in a bun. She looked like the stereotype of an absentminded female scientist, no makeup and an distracted air about her. The man spoke up. “I’m Doctor Samuels and my colleague is Doctor Belanger.” he gestured towards the redhead. “We’re going to be conducting your initial in-processing tonight. Please have a seat on the edge of the table Miss Jameson so we can get started. We’ve got some routine tests we need to do first.” he said, patting the table with his hand. Obediently hopping up, Alex sat in bemusement while the doctors ran her through a standard physical exam, complete with blood pressure check and even a blood test. Unlike her own doctor’s office, Alex noticed that this table was well padded. At least she wouldn’t freeze her butt off on this thing. Alexandra felt herself relaxing as she settled into the familiar routine of the physical examination. “Well that’s that.” the redhead commented to her colleague. The examination apparently over, Alexandra hopped off the table back onto the floor. She wondered if this could really be all there was to it. Somehow, she doubted it. Her fears were confirmed when the man spoke up. “Just a few more tests to complete and you’ll be done for the night.” Alex waited with some trepidation for the hammer to fall. It wasn’t long in coming. “We’re going to need a urine sample from you Miss Jameson, to run some further tests.” the redhead explained to Alexandra. From one of the many shelves, the woman produced a wide-necked glass jar and handed it to Alexandra who stood holding it dumbly for a moment. Alex felt a sinking feeling grow in the pit of her stomach. She did not like where this was going, not at all. “Where’s your restroom?” she asked hopefully. “So I can give you...give you your sample.” Alex finished lamely. Dr. Samuels confirmed her worst fears, effortlessly assuming the role of a dominant. He gave Alex his demands in a firm, no nonsense voice. “There is no restroom, at least not for you young lady. We want you to pee. We want you to pee right here... right now... into that beaker you’re holding, with all of us watching you do it. I want that glass at least three quarters full and god only help you if you spill any.” Damn them!! Alexandra had always been shy about her bodily functions, even in front of her boyfriends. To be forced to pee for the perverse amusement of three total strangers and god knew how many people behind the mirror was almost more than she could bear. Alex just knew her face was redder than Dr. Belanger’s hair. Did she want the videotapes that badly? “I understand that in prison, there are no doors on the toilets at all.” Alicia remarked conversationally at Dr. Samuels who nodded sagely. Okay, okay, I get the idea.” Alex snapped at the girl. Alex hunkered down in a squat and settled the cold rim of the glass beaker just under her groin. “Spin around and face the mirror.” Dr. Belanger told the hopelessly flustered blonde. “I want you to watch yourself while you’re doing it.” she said without an ounce of compassion in her voice. ‘And no doubt giving the perverts behind the mirror a great show!’ Alex thought bitterly to herself. Still, she had no choice. She waddled around as indicated until she faced the mirror. Although she was now turned away from the three people in the room, Alex could see they still had a perfect view of her open-kneed squat reflected in the mirror. She tried to relax, so she could pee, but nothing came out. She really did need to go, but trying to relax her bladder with all these people watching was going to be almost impossible for her. After Alex had strained for a couple minutes without any progress, she heard Dr. Samuels remark, “Dr. Belanger, why don’t you go over and see if you can help our distressed patient out. Frankly, we’re all getting a little impatient. See what you can do to persuade our young client that this is really for her own good.” he declared ominously. Alex trembled lightly as she saw the redheaded doctor approaching in the mirror. The woman knelt behind the squatting blonde and reached one hand around Alex’s body to press firmly right on her aching bladder, just above the pubic bone. The woman’s cold fingers started a rhythm of pressing and releasing that soon had Alex squirming around with the need to urinate, but still nothing came out. The woman whispered harshly in the desperate blonde’s ear. “I want you to piss right now you little bitch!” emphasizing her humiliating command with an especially hard dig into Alexandra’s overstressed bladder. That did it! The dam suddenly broke and Alexandra was suddenly pissing a hard yellow stream into the beaker. She had desperately wanted to avoid peeing at this awful woman’s command, but she hadn’t been given any choice. In the mirror, Alex saw the beaker was almost half full and the stream was still going strong, no doubt aided by Dr. Belanger’s continuing pressure on her aching bladder. By the time Alex finally finished, the beaker was full almost to the brim with her urine. Alex set it down very carefully, terrified of spilling any, given the doctor’s earlier threats. Alex was sure she would die of humiliation when the nurse handed her some toilet paper to wipe herself with. Alicia took the brimming beaker from Alex without comment, for which Alex was grateful. She didn’t think she could stand further degradation right now. Dr. Samuels firm voice broke into her self-pity. “Please get back up on the examination table Miss Jameson. You’re not through yet. We still need to test your reflexes.” ************************************* Stay tuned for part #1b MadMack7 -- +--------------' 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> /