The Blackmailed Wife
                             By Peter Jensen
                                Chapter 16


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Ann sat before the table for a long moment, looking at the thin brown
cigarettes, as she pondering Sidney's words: "The gentleman is a brutal pig,
you may need the consolation." They kept spinning through her confused mind,
until she reached slowly forward and picked up one from the small silver tray.
She knew better than to stop and think about it, as she would never be able to
go through with it if she did, she would suddenly give way to revulsion, as
she had done with Max last night, and her last chance of getting that envelope
would be gone forever, and with it, all her chances for a decent life again
with Dave.

She lit one and took a deep, deep drag, feeling again the familiar sweet
pungent taste, the biting in her throat, and the deep burning within her lungs.
She held it long, until the burning sensation gradually changed to one of
soothing calm, slowly relaxing her tense, frayed nerves. She still sat before
the mirror as she smoked, and with each pull from the thin, burning tube, she
could see her own vision becoming more clear. Sidney had done her hair well,
and she studied the long soft strands that he had combed out to fall so loosely
to her shoulders. It was fascinating to study it in a detail that she had never
seen it quite so clearly before.

She had never really seen anything so clearly before, except her last time in
Tijuana. She could sense ecstatically the smoke going deeply into her when she
inhaled. Her chest expanded to proportions she had never thought possible. She
placed the cigarette in the ash tray and cupped her hands under her breasts.
Pushing them up, so that she could see them closer, rolling her nipples between
her thumbs and forefingers, tweaking them into hardness, in spite of a slight
soreness from Max's attack. They were beautiful, more beautiful than she had
really noticed before, and her gradual massaging was causing them to rise into
creamy white firmness that wouldn't have looked out-of-place on a marble
goddess. Her nipples quivered before the attack of her rapidly teasing
forefingers, and protruded high and proud from her quivering orbs, held into
the air by her palms.

She drew further from the tantalizing weed, holding it a really long time, 
until it felt as though her lungs would burst from the delicious pressure
being exerted upon them. The glass on the table, a hairpin, she could feel
within herself anything she concentrated upon, the evil weed again took its
toll upon the logic of her mind.

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Even the soothing effect of the two hashish cigarettes that she had smoked
didn't prepare her for the shock she received a few minutes later, when Mr.
Jason entered the room. She had thought that she was prepared for the worst.
She curled up in one of the chairs to wait, resigning herself, with the aid of
the drug, to another round of humiliation and anguish. She had watched the
envelope dangling above, still an eternity away. She had heard the key in the
door, and felt the fear rising in her throat, as it slowly began opening.

There were two of them. One, Mr. Jason himself, looked like a weasel, his eyes
close set, and feral. Mr. Jason was a small man with the sharp, evil look of a
Chicago gangster. There was a certain coldness in his eyes, as though he didn't
have a human emotion in his small, wiry body. His companion looked like the
typical bodyguard, and was one of the hugest men she had ever seen. He must
have been at least six and a half feet tall, and weighed at least two-hundred
and eighty pounds. And it was all muscle too.

"Well, what have we here, my boy?" Mr. Jason said to his companion, as his eyes
roamed lustfully over the naked curves of Ann's young, luscious body. "Old Max
can really pick 'em. This'll be the easiest job he's ever given us."

"Yeah boss, he really can," the huge man answered in a thick eastern accent.
"She looks like a tender one."

"She looks like just my style, Shorty," the small man said to the big one. "I
don't know if there'll be anything left for you when I get through."

"Aw Boss, save a little. I can't pass this one up."

"We'll see my boy, we'll see. Let's find out what she's made of first. Get me
that long black flicker from the wall."

As the horrified girl watched, the big man went to the rack and unlocked it,
taking a long, black whip back to the other one without saying a word to her.
Jason made several trial cracks with it, and then advanced on her.

"See this, dolly," he spat at her, in his thick eastern accent. "I hope I don't
have to use it too much. Max said you might be a little hesitant to play my
kinda games."

Ann quivered in the chair, too frightened to move, in spite of the inhibition
killing effect of the hashish. She knew that she had to act the part that they
desired, or Max, who was standing behind the mirror, would never start the
clock, and she just had to get it going again, in order to end this horrible
ordeal before she lost her mind.

"Get on the floor and crawl for awhile, sweety," he said, beaming a sly look
at his eagerly smiling companion. "I wanna see it all shake."

Ann quickly slumped to the floor by the chair on all fours, and began moving
in the humiliating pose across the softness of the rug, afraid of the long
black whip held menacingly in his hand.

"Faster, faster, you little bitch! Max said we was to teach you a little
respect, and we can't disappoint him, now can we?" he snarled at her, and
suddenly flicked the whip, cracking across the room to catch her with just the
tip on her left buttock.

Ann groaned piteously from the stinging pain, and jumped to follow his
commands more quickly now. She was sobbing under the utter degradation that she
was being subjected to, and worse, the humiliation of knowing that there were
others watching her every move from behind the huge mirror. Julia was probably
there too, smirking with self-satisfaction in the knowledge that she had led
her into this. God only knew how many others watched her subjugation to these
two inhuman monsters that Max had brought in to humiliate her.

She was moving as an automaton now, following the harsh commands as quickly as
she could, to avoid the stinging lash that would snake through the air when she
was just a little too slow in carrying them out. Her buttocks were raw from the
welts that had been inflicted upon them, and with each further move she could
feel the unbearable pain grow greater.

"Hew, Shorty," Jason suddenly said, after he had driven her around the room
several times on her knees. "Sit down on the chair over there, I'm gonna let
you stretch those little lips for me. They don't look big enough to take a
real cock."

Shorty snorted eagerly, and taking off his coat, as he reclined back in one of
the ermine covered easy chairs by the bed.

"Now come on, baby. Give Big Daddy there some of those sweet little lips." he
grinned eagerly, motioning for Ann to crawl to him.

She hesitated for just a second, and the cruel lash sung through the air,
landing on her back with a harsh whacking sound. She jumped and almost leaped
towards him on her hands and knees. He straightened his legs and spread them
apart, so that she could crawl between, sliding down in the chair at the same
time, so that just his buttocks were resting on the forward edge. As Ann
crawled between them, he tangled his hands in her long blonde hair and pulled
her head down, grinding his crotch up at the same time against her face, so
that she could feel the hardness of his already erect cock, beneath the rough
material of his pants.

She closed her eyes in bitter submission, determined through her drugged haze
that she would go through with it, without a fight.

"Pull it out for me, chick," he hissed through leering lips, twisting her hair
in his hands, until Ann thought that he would rip it from her head by the the
very roots.

She reached forward hurriedly to do his bidding, anxious to escape the lash in
the hands of Jason. She knew that he was just waiting for the slightest excuse
to punish her, and she moved desperately to please them, fumbling with the
zipper on his pants, in order to release the giant throbbing cock underneath.

"Hurry it up, hurry it up," Jason shouted cruelly from behind her, when she had
difficulty in unzipping his fly. "Shorty's gonna cum in his pants before you
even get there."

Finally, after she fumbled for another moment, the huge fleshy instrument burst
into the air through the unzipped fly. Shorty grabbed her hand, and wrapped it
around the thick cudgel, skinning it back so that the giant red-fleshed head
popped out from the thick foreskin a scant few inches from her bulging eyes.

Then, Shorty's hands were at her lips, opening her mouth, and the soft spongy
flesh of his cock rubbed lightly against her teeth. She could see down the
full length of the rigid member. It must have been as large as the one on the
machine, a full eight inches long. She hesitated a moment, sickened by the
thought of her mouth being used again as a receptacle of lust by a total
stranger, and of the lewd sperm that he was going to pump down her unwilling
throat, but again the whip lashed out through the air, causing her to gasp for
breath out of pain.

As her lips parted to suck in the cool air expelled by the sudden shock of
pain in her quivering buttocks, the thick pole of flesh rammed forward into
the moist saliva of her mouth. She could feel the gland of the giant head
sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of
lubricating fluid seeping from it, filling the warm cavern between her cheeks
with its pungent salty taste. The hips on the chair began a slow undulation,
the thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a wet sucking sound, guided
by his large meaty hands gripped tightly in her hair.

Jason moved closer to them to watch the puffing of her cheeks, as Shorty pushed
up between her clasping lips. His grin widened with each grunt that the big man
made, ramming into her helplessly trapped face. He dropped the whip on the
floor by her kneeling body, and ran his small rough hands over the smooth ivory
flesh, allowing them to rove beneath to her full round breasts, that pointed
to the floor, as he tweaked and twisted the small buds of her nipples into
hardness, then running them back up the sides of her body, over the hour-glass
curves of her waist and hips.

His fingers kneaded her flesh hungrily, as he watched his companion's thick
sword of flesh sawing into Ann's wide-stretched lips. It was an exciting
picture, the kneeling girl's helpless face being held tightly between the two
huge hands, and a giant prick forcing its way in and out between her red,
straining lips, as she groaned in submission between his legs below.

Ann could feel the fingers crawling over her naked body, as her head rose up
and down on the thick shaft protruding in front of her mouth. She could see
small tufts of dark pubic hair curling out around the base, where it left the
open fly. Her mind wandered, in a drugged semi-conscious thought, nothing
mattered anymore except to get this horrible ordeal over with, and to get it
over with she had to please her cruel tormentors, and the spectators with Max
behind the two-way mirror. She had to, she could never rest again until the
packet of pictures still dangling high over the bed were safely in her hands
and she had destroyed forever the lewd secret of her adultery.

She began sucking to please, running her tongue wetly around and around the
slimy lubricated head, and flicking the tip teasingly into the tiny open slit
of the moist gland, until she could feel it throbbing, as though it had a life
of its own, and would erupt at any moment into a great gushing fountain of
sperm, that would shoot into her mouth and throat in a never ending stream of
memory. A memory the she would never forget as long as she lived. It would stay
with her forever, forever blotting out her chances for happiness until she
died, and her body was rotting in her grave. But she wouldn't let it destroy
Dave. He would never know the horrors that she had gone through because of that
one night of weakness and rape. She would protect him from it with all that
she had, and all that she had left now was her body. A body at the mercy of
Max and whomever he chose to enjoy its secret pleasures.