Message-ID: <20898eli$9904010438@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: auryman@aol.com (AuryMan) Subject: Diane's Mistake 20/21 (M+F, nc, blackmail, bdsm, etc) 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: <19990331235415.17904.00000787@ng34.aol.com> WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS ONLY, and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar behavior. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. All names are fictitious. The acts described herein are illegal, and are not condoned by the author. This work is to be read by PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law. If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING! =============================== SubDiane's Mistake Chapter 20 "Be at the video store at 1 pm tomorrow." It was a one line email, from SumwonElz as usual. He'd given her the address of a video store about twenty minutes from her home. It was not an adult bookstore, but one she recognized from its ads as part of a national chain. She shook her head - what were they up to? There was another email from Her2U, asking again "what's he got on you?" This time, it also asked "how long has this been going on?" She clicked "reply", and wrote back that she wanted to know more about the writer before she responded. Then, she turned off the PC and headed to the gym. + + + Diane was sipping from a bottle of cold water as she walked from the gym to her car. She set her gym bag on the hood and reached in her purse for her keys. A tall woman dressed in a grey suit approached. She was carrying a small envelope. "Here," she said, handing the envelope to Diane. "Good luck." The woman walked away quickly and disappeared around a corner of the building. Diane tore the envelope open and read: "I destroyed the book. Let Her2U know if you think there are videotapes." She jumped into her car and started the engine. She raced in the direction the woman had taken, but she was nowhere to be seen. The envelope and note sat on the seat beside her as she drove off to the video store. Did she dare hope? Was there some mysterious stranger waiting in the wings to put her life back together again? She navigated the traffic in a daze. It was too much to hope for. It was probably some kind of trick, a trap by the blackmailers to test whether she'd rebel when she had a chance. She wasn't sure what to do. In a funk of confusion and frustration, Diane parked and then walked across the parking lot to the entrance of the bookstore. There were over a dozen cars in the parking lot and a variety of trucks and minivans. She didn't stick out at all. She walked in and looked around, wondering who she was supposed to meet. After wandering through the aisles for a few minutes, she saw a man walking her way. He looked familiar but she wasn't certain. He was dressed in a sportscoat and tie, short hair slicked back. "Hello Diane. Give me your purse." Diane handed her purse over, looked up and down the aisle. No one was watching, no one had noticed. The man shoved a small bag into her purse. "Just a reminder, we have complete control here, don't get any ideas." She gave him a puzzled look and nodded. In another setting, his comment would have been comical, melodramatic. "Right," she said. He handed her purse back, walked straight to the door, and left the store. Diane looked around. Was that it? She waited a few minutes, then walked past the cash registers and toward the door. The store alarm started beeping when she walked between the detectors. She realized immediately that he must have put a videotape into her purse. She looked around, frightened, and took the package out. Sure enough, it felt like two videotapes stuffed into the brown paper. "What's that?" someone asked. She turned around and saw the store manager. "I...I...someone handed this to me, I didn't know what it was, I..." He raised his hand. "Right, I know. It was an accident." "No, it wasn't! It was..." "A frame up. Someone is framing you, that's it?" She stopped talking. He wasn't listening. Why should he? She was caught redhanded. The package crinkled as he pulled the paper back off of the videotapes. "The Story of O and...what's this one? Girlfriends in Bondage?" He held the two tapes side by side and stood looking at photos on the cover. "Interesting stuff..." She watched his face, wondering what he was thinking. Wondering if he was part of the scheme. Or a customer? There were too many possibilities and she was at their mercy. "I think you'd better come into my office." He took her by the hand and led her across the store. As they walked down the center aisle, she saw several people look at her, at the videotapes, then at her again. She wished she could turn invisible. The office was located down a small hallway around the back of the store. There was a large two-way mirror through which the manager could watch the store. He set her down in a chair beside his desk. He laid the tapes down on his desk and tapped them with a fingertip. "So, what are we going to do here?" "I wasn't involved. This isn't what you think..." "I don't think it's in your best interest to keep trying that story. Tell me another one. I'm not insulted or embarassed by your choice in stolen goods, if that's what you're worried about..." "That isn't it at all!" "I guess I have to call the police." "No, you don't have to call the police. Just let me go home." "Home? To your girlfriend?" "Huh?" "No? Not that type are you? Have a husband at home you're sharing these with?" She panicked. What if he WAS in on this? "No, not him, not him at all..." "You're not embarassed that I saw what you had in your purse?" "Well, no." He smiled. "So you don't mind if I know about your tastes?" She felt trapped. "I didn't say that." "You said as much. Did you WANT to be caught, is that it?" He leaned forward slightly. "Is there some fantasy I can help you fulfil?" Diane froze, watched him, hoped he'd give some sign she could use to tell if he was part of the conspiracy. "No, that isn't it..." "Do you imagine yourself tied up like that? Do you have a girlfriend you want to talk to about it?" She could see the lust in his eyes as he spoke. "Or do you like the idea of giving yourself over to a group of men? Being owned by them?" "You're one of them, aren't you??!" she shouted. "One of who?" he asked. His eyes held hers, neither of them flinched. TAP! They both turned their heads. The man who'd planted the tapes was standing on the other side of the mirror, peering into it. "Oh, I see..." the manager said. The man outside nodded and the manager smiled a wide grin. He looked at Diane. "Well, I don't think there's anything to worry about here." Without taking his eyes from her, he slid the tapes to a corner of the desk, then picked up Diane's purse. "Put that by the door," he said. She accepted it and put it behind her chair, just beside the door. "Now, come on over here and let's show your appreciation that I'm not calling the police." He slid his chair back and unbuckled his pants. Diane just sat in her chair, staring at him. "Did you misunderstand something? I said come over here. Now!" The man outside stood there not moving. She didn't know if he could see in or not, but she knew he'd arranged the whole thing. She stood up and looked at the store manager. He'd dropped his pants to the floor and was leaning back, tugging at his shorts. "Let's go. I have to get back out there on the floor soon." She stepped between him and the desk, then knelt down between his legs. He pulled his shorts down around his thighs and put his hand on her head. "Come on and taste, honey..." Diane put her lips around the head of his cock and started sucking, licking the shaft and massaging his balls with her fingers. It didn't take long for him to cum. "OK, clean up and get out of here," he said, then stood up. He stopped at the door, reached into his pocket, and took out a twenty dollar bill. He dropped it on the floor beside her purse then walked out the door. Diane knelt on the floor and cried for several minutes, then stood up, smoothed out her skirt, and reached for her purse. She left his money where it was. + + + There was nothing interesting in the mail, nothing interesting on television, nothing on her "to do" list, nothing to distract her. She engaged in some chatter with her husband and daughter, but her home life was beginning to slip away from her. She tried to stay away from the computer the rest of that day but couldn't . At eleven, she went and checked her email. There were instructions from SumwonElz telling her to be at the Motel6 at 1 p.m. tomorrow. "Ding!" - Her2U: Hi. - SubDiane: Hi - Her2U: Hang in there. Are you OK? - SubDiane: No, I'm not OK. I'm not fucking OK at all! - Her2U: I'm sorry I asked that way. Has he hurt you? - SubDiane: Who are you? - Her2U: I can't tell you that. - SubDiane: Why are you talking to me? - Her2U: Just answer the questions. And quickly. - SubDiane: Why? - Her2U: Just do it. We might be monitored. - Her2U: Has he taken any videotape of you? - SubDiane: Videotape? - Her2U: He had audiotapes. Does he have videotapes? Diane thought. She wasn't certain what he had, she'd been blindfolded in some of their encounters. - SubDiane: I don't think so. I don't know. - Her2U: All right, we'll have to do our best. - Her2U: Hang in there, Diane. - Her2U: Just a few more days. - SubDiane: Who are you? - "Member is no longer logged on" Her fingers were trembling when she turned off the PC. Dare she hope? If this was part of the blackmail plan, it was pretty elaborate. Why do it? But if it really was a savior, why all the secrecy? + + + end of chapter 20 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----