The Blackmailed Wife
                             By Peter Jensen
                                Chapter 8


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The pungent sweetness of the hashish smoke hung heavy in the room. Ann could
see the burning tips of the cigarettes in the darkness. The room was perfectly
quiet now, except for the occasional sound of deep inhalation or exhalation. A
cough could be heard every now and then from a smoker who had pulled too
deeply on the conscience killing weed.

Dim lights appeared behind the thin curtains that covered the small stage. A
large bed was visible in the center of the set which was of course a bedroom,
with a small dressing table to one side, and a large mirror near it. Quiet
music began from a stereo in the room. It was a beautiful setting, Ann thought.

Another glass of champagne was put into her hand, she had lost all sense of
proportion, and wasn't certain whether it was from Julia or Carlos. It didn't
matter, as the hashish had made her thirsty, and she poured the cool liquid
down her parched throat gratefully.

It was filled again, and she could see that this time that Carlos was pouring
it for her. It was nice to have someone look after her again and take care of
her, she mused through the happy, relaxed feeling, and smiled her appreciation
in the dim light.

Carlos smiled back, squeezed her shoulder lightly, and nodded towards the
stage. The curtains were opening slowly, and a young innocent-looking Mexican
girl appeared by the bed. She couldn't have been over seventeen, and was the
most lovely thing Ann had ever seen. She had a melancholy look on her face,
that reflected deep loneliness. It touched Ann to the depths, as she felt much
the same way, with Dave gone. She identified with the girl at that moment and
concentrated completely on what she was doing. Her emotions seemed inextricably
bound to those of the lonely creaturem and she felt tears of sympathy begin as
they often did when she was watching an exceptionally sad scene in a television
movie.

The girl picked up a picture from the dressing table, looked longingly at it
for a moment, and then pressed it tenderly to her full breasts, outlined
clearly beneath the tight, black dress that she wore. She placed the photograph
gently on her pillow, and began to undress.

She slipped the long gown slowly upwards, exposing her high-set calves, then
the full, well-rounded thighs. The black of her long silk stockings, held in
place by a dainty, lace-trimmed garter belt, contrasted sharply with the
creamy ivory of her exposed flesh.

Ann could hear sounds of delight from the men, as the dress snaked its way over
the girl's head, and her beautifully-rounded torso emerged. Her bra fell to the
floor, after a flick of her fingers, and the full beauty of her firm, ripe
breasts swung into freedom. They stood high and proud in the stage light, and
their quivering, turgid nipples, stood out on the luscious half-spheres,
peaked higher, as the girl raised her arms high over her head, pulling her
long black hair up, then releasing it, to cascade softly over her alluring
shoulders.

She was almost naked now, just standing there in her high heels, long, black
hose, the garter belt, and the thin wisp of her sheer black panties. She turned
and bent over slowly, her back to the audience, as she drew the silk panties
tantalizingly down over her curved hips and buttocks, brushing them sensuously
against her smooth thighs and calves, and then discarded them at her feet on
top of the dress. She stretched languidly and teasingly, as she turned towards
the front. All her delicious nudity was exposed now, from her high rounded
breasts, to the soft dark triangle of her womanhood.

Ann shifted nervously next to Carlos. She had never expected anything like
this. In the show she and Dave had seen, the girl had left on a "G" string,
ineffectual as it was, but this exposed all that the girl had to offer, and
she was making no attempt to hide it either.

The girl lay back on the bed now, the picture of her absent lover in her hands,
looking at it with a deep longing that could mean only one thing. She was
aroused and needed release!

Ann almost gasped aloud, as the girl's free hand massaged her own breasts in
tiny teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipples into sudden throbbing hardness.
Her legs scissored open and closed slowly, exposing the thin slit of her
vagina, nestled teasingly in the soft dark hair between her thighs. Her feet
were pointing directly at the heavily-breathing audience, watching her slowly
work herself into a burning passion. Her buttocks twisted against the mattress
as though she were trying to bury herself in it. Sheer, wanton desire reflected
in her eyes. It seemed so real, that Ann couldn't understand how the girl
could act such a part, unless she really felt it. She remembered lying in her
own bed recently, and thinking about Dave, and how she had almost gone insane,
until she had relieved herself with her own fingers. She blushed slightly at
the guilt flicking through her conscience. She squirmed her own buttocks
nervously, feeling the edge of the cushion brush electrically against the soft
swelling of her own vulva. She jumped at the unexpected contact, and the more
unexpected shock it had brought her. Her breath quickened.

Carlos, in his concentration on the girl, had forgotten the champagne, and Ann
reached forward and hurriedly poured herself one, her eyes on the stage. She
downed the refreshing liquid quickly, attempting to cool some of the warmth
that the girl's passion had transmitted to her own body.

While she was pouring, Carlos lit two more thin, brown cigarettes, and passed
her one. Without thinking, Ann pressed it to her lips and pulled deeply,
perhaps hoping that it would still the unfamiliar ache beginning deep within
her belly.

With each drag, Ann could feel herself mentally unwind. This one heightened
the feeling from the first cigarette. She didn't feel that she was the same
person she had been a moment ago. She was someone else, and it frightened her
a bit, but she couldn't think about it now. The heat and excitement of the
room was beginning to stimulate her hotly against her will. She squirmed down
against the couch again, feeling the round edge of the cushion push her dress
and panties into her crevice. She rubbed herself gently against it, working
the corner of the cushion between the moist lips of her vulva. Her body rocked
on it in an almost indiscernible rhythm, in concert with the writhing girl on
the stage. She could feel the wetness spread between her thighs, and she spread
them slightly, to gain greater contact with the cushion. The roughness brushed
soothingly against her tiny, rising clitoris through the sheer panties.

She looked guiltily out of the corner of her eye at Julia and Pete, sitting
next to her, to make sure that they hadn't noticed, but they were so engrossed
that they had paid no attention. Julia lay back against Pete, dragging heavily
on another hashish cigarette, and Pete had his hands inside her bodice. Ann
could see it move tantalizingly under the thin material covering her breasts.
Her dress had slipped up, so that her white thighs were visible above the
stocking tops, her legs were slightly spread. In the dim light, Ann could see
the white band of her panties between them. Julia seemed unaware of the
exposure. Her mouth was open in intoxicated rapture, as they both watched the
stage intently in expectation.

Ann leaned against the back of the couch, careful not to break contact with
the edge of the cushion pressed into the crevice between her fevered thighs,
and found Carlos's arm behind her waiting. Without thought, she relaxed against
it, and made no protest when his hand came to rest heavily on her left breast.

His arm feels good, she thought to herself, and it doesn't hurt anything. She
pulled again at the cigarette in her lips. The musky odor of Carlos' cologne
filled her nostrils, stimulating her more. It had a rich, suggestive odor that
caused her to snuggle closer, as the excitement of forbidden naughtiness
rippled through her.

It seemed like an eternity since she had last looked at the stage, but it was
only moments ago. The sweet, pungent hashish had warped her time sense. The
girl on the bed writhed more lasciviously now, as though being attacked by some
unseen lover. She had placed the picture on the bedside table, and both her
hands were running over her body, as though out of control, her fingertips
dancing over her flat, ivory belly, and coming to rest together, at the 'V' of
her soft, down-covered crotch. She groaned on the stage at the sudden contact
of her hands with the moist slit between her thighs, and pulled her knees up,
her toes on the mattress.

Then, she straightened her legs, like two beautifully carved ivory columns
above the bed, with a deeper groan, and then she let them fall wide apart,
exposing to the excited onlookers, her moist, glistening furrow between them.
Her fingers crawled to the soft hair covered lips, and spread them slowly apart
until the wet pinkness was fully visible, and the mouth-like orifice opened
hungrily. The half-moons of her rounded buttocks shone in the stage light,
divided by the hot, avid crevice between them. Her tiny anus nestled
mysterious and inviting below the swollen and agitated lips.

Ann gasped in disbelief, as the girl slowly inserted her middle finger into
the glistening pink, stroking her tiny bud-like clitoris. Carlos's hand
squeezed her breast tighter, as she heard and felt his breathing becoming
heavier. She was afraid to look at him, and was hypnotized into immobility as
the sensuous movements of the girl on the bed increased, and her probing
fingers worked themselves inside of the pink edges of her contracting cunt,
slowly widening her lips. She slipped her index finger in and out smoothly
between her lubricated lips. Her legs jack-knifed back, her knees against her
breasts, as her soft rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the
inquiring finger. The girl's facial muscles tightened, as she joined two
fingers with the first, and while clenching her teeth, pushed all three into
the hungry, pink folds. They disappeared with a soft, sucking noise, and a soft
moan of pleasure purred from the girl's lips.

Ann tensed in momentary shock at this indignity, and only Carlos' firm grip on
her now-throbbing breasts kept her from running from the room. She sensed that
she had better go, before it was too late, and her own excitement ran away
with her. This desire lasted only a moment, before the effect of the cigarette
lulled her again. She waited in anticipation and nervous fear of her own
emotions to see what would happen next. She felt too closely identified with
the girl writhing in desire before her, and knew that there was a danger point
from which there would be no turning back. She took another sip of champagne
and another pull at the hashish. The warm, relaxing smoke curled deliciously
down into her lungs, relaxing and easing her mind of fear at the passion
raging through her own body. She snuggled back again against Carlos, foggily
determined, somehow, to keep her guard up.

The girl on the bed had become possessed. Her eyes and teeth were clenched as
she writhed beneath her own driving fingers in uncontrollable passion. The
rapid rhythm drove grunts of pleasure from deep in her throat, as her fingers
sunk into the tight, pink openings, making moist, sucking sounds, as she
withdrew them, only to push them back in again. Her face was red, straining for
her climax. She groaned in frustration, as her own fingers thrust harder and
deeper. They weren't enough. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow,
her long dark hair flying in frustration at the inability to bring herself to
a climax. Still she tried, her hand beating a wild staccato against her spread,
straining buttocks, the grunts came faster and louder with each passing second.

Suddenly, a giant St. Bernard dog ran onto the stage, and jumped up on the bed.
The girl's eyes widened in terror, and she jerked the back of a hand to her
mouth, to keep from screaming. She moved to lower her legs, and roll from the
bed, but the dog stood and growled viciously in warning. The young girl froze
in the position of her masturbation, her thighs spread and her knees drawn up
to her chest. She didn't dare move, as the huge dog growled menacingly over
her, his great panting head just above her defenseless, upturned crotch.

Ann jumped when the giant animal bounded onto the bed. She grabbed Carlos' arm
tightly. Her nerves were on edge before, and the sudden rush almost frightened
her out of her wits.

"My God!" she whispered, voice quivering. "What's he going to do to that poor
girl?"

"You will see," Carlos answered with a grin through the dim light. "But do not
be frightened, the girl has never been in show before. Ramon did not tell us
of the dog. He is trained well, and the more young, the more better he likes."

Ann knew she should leave now, to keep from going to pieces herself. But
somehow, the helplessness of the girl lying there, shaking with fear beneath
the snarling dog sadistically fascinated her. She couldn't look away. The lewd
thought of this monstrous dog raping the naked, defenseless girl quaking on
the bed, sent shivers of revulsive curiosity tingling through her, and goose
pimples erupted on her sensitive skin. For a moment, she felt strangely cold.
She took the champagne Carlos pressed into her hand eagerly, and downed it in
one nervous gulp. The chill passed, and she relaxed again in Carlos' arm, her
eyes glued to the stage. She couldn't resist, as his hand moved beneath her
bra to cup the softness of her large, firm breast, trapping her tiny nipple
gently between his thumb and forefinger. She knew Julia was there, and that he
couldn't go any further without forcing her. Besides, it felt good as her
nipple stiffened and swelled under his massaging hand and tweaking fingers.

She squirmed tighter into the seat, feeling the cushion beneath her buttocks
pressing deeper into her wet crevice. Her panties were soaked, and she squeezed
her thighs together, to hold down the tingling sensation beginning to grow
there. She was on dangerous ground and knew it, but couldn't bring herself to
leave. The evil fascination of the impending ravishment held her glued to the
couch. She squirmed downward again, the cushion edge forcing the crotch of her
panties deeper into the slit of her crotch. Its smoothness excited the
sensitive, pink lips of her vagina. She felt tiny throbs pulsing in the tiny
bud of her clitoris, and she bit her lower lip tightly, to hold back the
forbidden sensations that were throbbing between her legs.

Her thoughts jerked back to the stage. The giant St. Bernard lowered his head
to the helpless girl's soft hair-covered crotch, and was sniffing it. His tail
wagged and trembled, as though he had found a bitch in heat. The girl moaned
in terror, as the cold nose suddenly made contact with her tiny, puckered anus.
She tensed as his tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down her crevice
around it, the tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring.

For a moment, she tried to squirm away, but the dog raised his head and growled
again, then began greedily lapping the narrow pink slit between her thighs. He
ran his tongue wetly up the full length of it, from the tight-closed little
pucker, up over the fluted, pink edges of her cunt, and over the tiny
sensation-bud atop her public mound. His great tongue spread through the soft,
hair-covered swelling like a knife through soft butter. It flicked relentlessly
between the girl's wide spread legs, stopping sporadically to curl its way
deep into her. She jerked spasmodically, as she squirmed under the St. Bernard,
lapping and sniffling at her loins.

Ann shuddered, chilled from the sexual stimulation that indulging in something
forbidden gives, even against one's will. She gasped at the change coming over
the writhing young girl on the bed. The frightened moans that had come from
the girl's terror contorted face, changed to soft mews of involuntary pleasure,
pleasure that she didn't want, and had set her mind against, but that
slithering, thick tongue, licking at her had forced her to enjoy it anyway. She
raised her hands, holding them in indecision for a moment above her squirming
body, but then dropped them to grasp the dog's ears.

With a deep animal sound, she kicked her legs back over her head, and pulled
his nose forward, into her well-lubricated vulva. His giant tongue thrust up
the moist passageway like an attacking lizard, ravishing her up-thrust crotch
without mercy. Wild incoherent shrieks streamed from her lips, pleading and
encouraging the dumb animal salivating between her writhing, upturned buttocks.
He worked like the savage beast that he was, the rutting lust of the wild
driving him on.

Ann heard a groan next to her, and in surprise, tore her eyes from the
obscene spectacle on the stage. The shock was even greater. Julia had both
legs spread wide, her dress over her hips. Pete's hand was inside of her white
panties, cupping her mound. Ann shuddered, as the outline of his fingers moved
under the sheer material. He was stroking in rhythm with the beast, sinking
them deep into her pussy. Julia, unaware of anyone, was grinding her pelvis
back at the invading fingers, her buttocks off the cushions, in rhythm to the
fingers screwing into her. Both she and Pete had their eyes locked on the
lascivious exhibition.

Ann looked around, other couples were in lewd embraces, indistinct but showing
by their writhing motion, how the obscene exhibition was affecting them, they
were losing control over their passions. A warning bell sounded again in Ann's
subconscious. She knew that she should run, now, before her own body succumbed
to the lewd urges pulsing through it. But then, a groan from the stage pulled
her drugged mind from logical thought. The dog lifted his head from the
pleading girl's crotch, to nose her over on her stomach in servile surrender,
her resistance now gone, under the maddening tongue which had so mercilessly
lapped her pussy. She was enslaved by the huge beast panting over her. Her
quivering body was spread-eagled, face down on the bed. The huge head lowered
again, the thick tongue slithering in the exposed crevice between the moaning
girl's buttocks.

She twisted them back toward him lasciviously, reaching to spread her ivory
globes, and give full access to her tiny, brown anus. The tongue lashed her
for another long, avid moment, as Ann felt the aching hunger inside her spread
from her abdomen, up to her passion-swollen breasts. She labored, gasping for
breath, as she squirmed harder against the cushion, pushing her own wet,
swollen lips of her organ against it, to try to put out the fire burning there.
Carlos' hands palpating her swollen breasts, thrilled her, and frightened her.
She tried with all her might to pull his hand away, but her own hand moved
only as far as Carlos', and then fell back, uncontrolled, into her lap. It
wouldn't obey her mind's commands, lying limp and useless, as she turned her
glassy eyes back to the stage.

The St. Bernard now was nuzzling under the lust-paralyzed girl's crotch,
pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the mattress. Ann's eyes
widened in amazed disbelief, as the head lifted, raising the girl's buttocks.
What he wanted was plain, and the girl obediently knelt, elevating her spread
buttocks, bending before the huge animal in abject surrender. The relentless
tongue had lashed her to servile defeat, crushing her resistance with its
vigorous and unremitting attack on her sensitive organs for interminable
minutes.

The girl was on all fours, and the huge dog mounted the spread rounds of her
buttocks, his paws on her back. It was then that Ann saw that white fur mitts
had been lashed to the dog's forefeet, to prevent his claws wounding her. The
glistening, scarlet penis slipped from its huge sheath, dripping. The tapered
point slipped and danced in the hot, wet crevice, as the animal trembled and
jerked, trying to bury the tapered point and the thick shaft in her body.

Sobbing, the girl looked back, shifting her round buttocks to try to capture
the lengthening shaft.