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Digital World - 3
by Ickric (ick_ric@yahoo.co.uk)
***
The day after the photo-shoot and Jenny finds her
nightmare is not yet over. (MF, nc)
***
Jenny cursed under her breath.
"Who the heck is that at this time in the morning?" she
muttered, wrapping her towelling dressing gown around
her slender body, her blond hair all over the place. It
was Saturday morning and she was having a lie in. Is
nothing sacred anymore?
Jenny opened the door, ensuring the security chain was
still on, peering through the gap.
"Oh, hello Jenny. I wondered if I might come in for a
minute if that's OK" a voice said. Jenny groaned
inside, it was Charlie, the old creep who lived across
the landing from her. He was a real creep, early
sixties and reeked 24/7 of alcohol, this morning was no
different. He was also a bit of a pervert, Jenny had
decided, as he was always watching her from his window
or coming out of his door as she was leaving, making
lewd comments about what clothes she wore. She'd also
heard the unmistakable sounds of porno films on his TV
when she got home late at night and the thought of his
masturbating over images of her made her flesh crawl,
"I'm not up for guests, Charlie" Jenny protested, "Call
back later" she said, intending to shut the door.
"Much, much later after I've gone out" she thought to
herself.
Charlie persisted.
"No, you don't understand, I've got something that I
think is yours and you might want it back" he
suggested.
"Like what?" Jenny retorted. She'd not lost anything
recently, not that she could remember. Maybe she'd lost
her dignity, but he'd not know about that. In fairness,
it was something Jenny would rather have not
remembered, either.
"Let me in and I'll tell you" he persevered.
"Look, I'm not dressed and I've only just woken up"
Jenny replied, running her hand through her untidy
hair. It may only have been Charlie but she was not
going to be intimidated by him. She'd had enough of
Chris, the creep from Uni and Omar and Richie
intimidating her into unsavoury acts and she sure as
hell was not happy to be intimidated by her neighbour.
"Why don't you drop by my flat in, say, fifteen
minutes" Charlie replied, checking his wrist watch. "I
know you'll want this item back" he smiled, his grin
revealing his grotesque array of uneven teeth, mostly
grey in colour with a couple of teeth missing, making
his appearance quite unpleasant.
"Yeah, OK!" Jenny replied, having absolutely no
intention of complying with his request to join him in
his grotty apartment.
"If not, I'll advertise it on my new website" he said.
Jenny groaned to herself again. Charlie may be a
retired old wanker but he was an I.T. whiz-kid, there
was very little he didn't know about computers and I.T.
He'd even ridded her computer of some dodgy virus a
couple of months earlier and he'd make excuses to
update Jenny's computer with an array of new software
(she hadn't known it, but he'd also captured some of
her personal files for his own perverse use, too).
Whatever he'd found, she'd better repossess it. Jenny
guessed maybe a pair of her underwear had found its way
into his possession, maybe she'd dropped something when
she'd got back from the launderette a few nights ago.
"Yeah, OK. Let me get dressed and have a coffee or
something" Jenny protested, closing the door and
leaning her back against it. The door was a big, heavy
wooden frame yet she felt she could almost feel
Charlie's pungent breath against the nape of her neck.
She shuddered involuntarily.
Half an hour, two mugs of steaming hot coffee, a piece
of toast and a shower later, Jenny had donned a pair of
comfy, albeit hip-hugging jeans and a top before
stepping out on to the shared landing, her keys in her
hand. She sensed, rather than heard, Charlie's front
door open.
"I thought you'd wanted me to keep it" he said,
grinning evilly and beckoning Jenny into his apartment.
She brushed past him, Charlie purposely standing in her
way as she made her way into his flat. Inside, the
décor looked grubby, the curtains were dusty and smelt
of old people. The windows had no net curtains but his
privacy would remain intact, the windows so dirty Jenny
thought the weather was overcast instead of sunny
intervals.
The recent showers had blown over but the autumnal
weather concealed the brisk breeze that shook the trees
outside the window, the orange and gold autumn leaves
loosing their grip on the branches they had held on to
so firmly over the spring and summer months, now
falling to the ground like giant colourful snow flakes,
leaving patterns on the pavement below.
Yet despite the glorious beauty that autumn beholds,
Jenny felt gloomy, the entire room, if not the entire
flat felt dank, a hint of moth balls mixed with the
aroma of an un-flushed toilet whilst the carpet beneath
her Nike's felt as though they were sticking rather
than gliding over the surface. The lounge was littered
with newspapers and magazines, mostly male orientated
mags around cars, computers and girlie mags. Jenny
tried to conceal another involuntary shudder.
"So. Tell me, what do you have of mine, then?" she
asked, her voice perky as though trying to cheer
herself up. Charlie smiled and moved a pile of grubby
towels from a chair so she could sit down.
"I've got something I think you dropped" he said,
reaching into a wooden cabinet behind him. He rummaged
around for a few moments and Jenny started to get
frustrated at his incompetent behaviour. He cursed a
little under his breath then he snapped his fingers.
"I'll show you" he said, almost running over to his
Desktop PC which was on in the background, the screen
saver of a well known tabloid newspaper page 3 model
suddenly disappearing as he hit the keyboard. His
fingers tapped away deftly and Jenny mused how much
exercise his fingers got whilst he was watching the
various TV channels somewhere towards the 900 numbers
on the digibox.
Jenny expected a photo image of the lost property to
display on the screen or, at least the web page for
Ebay displaying the lost item for auction.
Instead, she saw media player boot up.
"Quality is really good, this is. Digital is always
better in my experience" he said, his eyes wide like
saucers as he watched Jenny with perverse interest.
Jenny raised her eyebrows to the ceiling, refocusing on
the screen. Then she visibly paled, her jaw dropped and
her face began to sweat.
The screen showed her in sexual activity with Omar, the
footage having been shot by Richie. But how?
"Shit!" she said out loud. Charlie laughed out loud.
"Yes" he said, his grin as wide as any Cheshire cat,
his laughing becoming almost maniacal. "You left it in
the cab and you know what they say? Finders keepers!"
"I want it back," she said, her stony face trying to
look menacing and serious. Charlie laughed out loud
even more.
"I bet you do" he said. "Well, what's it worth?" he
jested.
"You give it to me back and I won't go to the police,"
she said, crossing her arms and legs defensively.
"Go to the police?" he laughed, "And tell them what?
That you're a would-be porn star?"
"I'll tell them that you filmed me secretly or you
stole it from me," she said, trying to retain her
composure. The computer monitor had shown a close up of
the big black penis entering her gorgeous pussy, the
lubricant defying her mind and making her want to be
fucked.
"I bet your boy friend would like to see this," Charlie
suggested, knowing the reaction he'd get.
"No!" Jenny shouted, making herself jump in the
process. "No," she said again, calmly this time. "Mark
must never know"
"Why not?" the old man asked. Jenny blushed.
"Just because," Jenny replied, hoping the answer would
be sufficient.
"So, tell me what it's worth to you, then?" he asked,
approaching Jenny as she sat in the chair. She felt
trapped, the only way out was the door behind Charlie.
He may be retired but he was a well built man, stocky
but not all of it was fat. She'd never get out of the
chair and past him before he got her.
"I'll give you £200," she said. If Charlie was
surprised, he didn't show it.
"What would I do with £200, sweetie?" he asked,
squatting beside her chair, his hand patting her knee.
Jenny gulped and looked at the ceiling.
"I dunno. Get some imported DVD's, the type you like,"
she said, hopefully.
Charlie moved his hands up to her thigh.
"That's not much, them things are expensive if you get
them from Europe" he said. Jenny remembered that Omar
had stuffed in excess of £1000 in her bag. She'd spent
some and lost some but she still had about £600 or so
left, £200 of which she'd committed to Charlie.
"How much do you want?" Jenny asked, trying to use her
limited negotiation skills.
"Oh, what I want you couldn't afford, sweetie" he said,
his hand working it's way up to the pocket area of her
jeans.
"Name your price" she said, fear evident in her voice,
tinged with just a little bit of panic.
"I want you, sweetie" he said. "I want you or else the
DVD get posted on my website for the whole world to
see" he grinned. First, I'll relieve you of the £200
anyway, that'll make a good deposit, then you can pay
the rest back in...shall we say...favours? Yes, that's
a good word. Favours" His tongue flicked across his dry
lips and his breathing became laboured, the smell of
stale garlic from last night's take away emanated from
his mouth making Jenny's eyes sting. His hand was at
her tummy, he slowly ran the palm of his hand across
her flat tummy, his fingers curling as they drew back
against the button holding her jeans up, subtly opening
the button.
"No, I can't" she protested. "I won't"
"Oh, I think you will" Charlie insisted, slowly
unzipping the fly of her jeans, the lace of her scarlet
briefs becoming visible. "You see, I've taken out a bit
of insurance you see..." he grinned, his eyes staring
her in the face, "...as I've made a copy of the disc
and that's with someone else as we speak. He said he
finds you... most attractive..." he said, his hand
caressing the thick denim material that protected her
pubic region, "...and he'd make copies for selling down
at the local pubs, the Dog and Duck, The Crown and The
Case is Altered. Jenny swallowed hard, she knew these
pubs all had terrible reputations and she knew the type
of clientele that frequented these places. Hell, they
were the pits of the earth. Here we go again, she
thought to herself.
"What's your plan? Where do I fit in with this? What's
your bottom line?" Jenny said in a matter of fact
fashion. She was weary of people taking advantage of
her, she'd been stupid enough to get into these
situations, she'd have to pay the price and, this time,
hopefully, she'd learn her lesson.
Charlie stood up and stood behind her chair, leaning
forward onto the back of the chair and breathing
casually down her neck.
"Now let me see..." Charlie said, his manner relaxed
and confident. He unfolded his arms and reached down,
grabbing Jenny's tits, one in each hand, "...a couple
of things..." he said, coughing as he laughed at his
own joke, "...you can shove these tits of yours in my
mouth for a start" he suggested.
"No!" Jenny retorted, trying to slap his hands away
from her breasts but Charlie held firm.
"Yes," he insisted, his speech slow and sinister, his
hands pulling at her top, raising her T shirt over her
head, her matching scarlet bra covered her tits, the
cool autumnal weather the cause of her erect nipples,
not sexual arousal.
Charlie didn't care what the reason, he grabbed and
twisted, pulled and tweaked before forcefully
unclipping the bra, revealing Jenny's breasts to the
old pervert. He raced around and squatted in front of
her, his acrid breath breathing its noxious fumes over
her pretty, innocent breasts.
Jenny's eyes welled up with tears as Charlie's dry
rasping tongue violated her nipples, the sensation like
sand paper.
"Stop, no please, stop!" she begged as Charlie pulled
at her jeans he'd undone, his mouth still attached to
her breast like a limpet. His muscular strength was too
great for Jenny and she felt the material start to
give. She raised her hips to prevent the garment
ripping completely, the denim being pulled down her
legs at speed. His hand started stroking her pubic
area, moving her briefs to one side, allowing him
access to the pretty pussy he'd seen pounded, close up
on the DVD. His grubby fingers probed at her labia, her
clitoris bone dry as he touched it, the pressure
causing Jenny untold discomfort.
"Oow!" she whimpered but Charlie was on a mission,
operation fuck-her, the ultimate objective to screw the
arse off his horny neighbour. So her boy friend was a
big guy and would make mince meat of him, but Charlie
had a plan that would ensure Mark would never find out
and, even if he did, he'd probably dump Jenny. Yeah,
that'd be great. She'd be his own bitch for ever. The
thought process almost made Charlie cum in his pants
there and then.
With the strength normally associated with a mad man,
Charlie pulled at her knickers, the flimsy material
ripping, biting into her skin as he pulled, causing her
to whine again.
Free of all her clothing, he moved his mouth down to
her cunt, pushing her legs apart as he did so. Jenny
continued to fight back.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way..."
Charlie said, his voice low and demeaning, "...which
would you prefer?"
"I want you to stop," she said.
"I don't think you do," he said, the evil in his eyes
prevalent, his voice full of malice, "I think you'll
want to do as I say. You remember my insurance, don't
you?" he laughed. Jenny gulped as this fingers probed
deeper into her very being, the roughness of the skin
grating against her dry sex organ. She closed her eyes,
hoping it was merely a dream, that she'd wake up in a
cold sweat bolt upright in bed. The nightmare was
reality and it continued, unravelling before her very
eyes as Charlie spat on his fingers, than spat on her
pussy before forcefully pushing his fingers into her,
his knuckles disappearing as he fingered her sweet
vagina.
Jenny was aware of him being a bit wobbly and she
opened her eyes briefly, hoping he was about to keel
over with a coronary. In fact, he was endeavouring to
remove his trousers with his spare hand. The only
stroke he was going to have was of Jenny's blond pussy
and he was making the most of the opportunity.
With his trousers around his knees, his grey (they were
once white but had discoloured in the wash) Y front
underpants sporting the tell tale bulge of his
erection.
"You like my fingers, do you?" he asked. Jenny shook
her head, her eyes closed again.
"No. Please stop!" she begged. Suddenly Charlie
stopped, his fingers removed from her pussy, lubricated
only by the saliva of the old scum bag. He held his
fingers to his nose, sniffing the aroma of her pussy.
"OK. I'll stop fingering you. Happy now?" he asked.
Jenny nodded vigorously.
"I'll replace it with this instead," he said, pulling
her towards him so she fell on top of him, his strength
holding her still enough for him to place his erection
against her vagina, pushing her body down on him,
penetrating her in one swift action.
Jenny screamed, the sensation worse that the plastic
strap on she'd been fucked with only a day or so ago.
His average size cock need not have been that painful
to her had she been lubricated and ready for him, but
he was treating her like a £10 slut, fucking her
without any care or consideration to Jenny's needs.
"Stop!" she wailed as he pumped her hips up and down on
his, her riding him like a cowgirl.
"I voted for Mrs. Thatcher..." he said, "...I've always
preferred a woman on top!" He laughed at his own joke
but Jenny failed to see the humour. Before she could
respond, Charlie had grabbed the back of her hair with
one hand, still thrusting her up and down on his cock.
He forced her head towards his, endeavouring to kiss
her as he fucked her, his dry tongue like a piece of
sandpaper against her mouth and tongue, the smell and
taste making Jenny's guts curdle, she wanted to scream,
to vomit, to pass out and block the image from her
mind. Charlie's strength was too great for her, despite
her valiant attempts to escape, to disengage from the
embrace.
He pulled away, his breathing laboured and Jenny took
the opportunity to spit out the taste on the carpet.
"Feisty little thing, aren't ya?" he said, his missing
teeth evident as he grinned at her. Jenny felt the
phlegm at the back of her throat and she spat into
Charlie's face, almost a reflex action. Charlie was
temporarily shaken and Jenny almost escaped but
Charlie's grip was just a bit too firm, his grip so
tight her arm would be bruised by the morning.
"I love a woman with a bit of spunk in her," he said,
wiping the spittle from his face with his forearm. "And
you're gonna have my spunk now. Roll over," he ordered,
using his greater body mass to roll so Jenny was on her
back with Charlie on top. He raised his hips and thrust
inside her, each action causing Jenny pain. Fuck, it
hurt like hell.
Charlie was oblivious to Jenny's facial contortions, he
grabbed a handful of her tit as he fucked her, his
breathing becoming heavier, his face flushed as though
he was embarrassed due to the exertion. He pulled a
face almost like he was ridiculing her and Jenny
momentarily wondered what he was doing. Then she
realised as his erection within her pulsated, the
release of millions of sperm flooding into her open
pussy, bathing her cervix in his baby gravy. Charlie
wanked most nights but hadn't deposited sperm in a
woman for over 30 years.
"You know how long I've waited to do that? He asked,
his breath still rasping as he fought to regain his
composure.
Jenny was crying. How could this happen? Charlie was a
bastard. She didn't care how long he'd wanted her. She
wanted to get out.
"You bastard. You fucking bastard!" she screeched.
Charlie looked at her, still lying on top of her. He
may not have been as fit, but he had the weight
advantage and it was all on top of her slender body. He
took her chin in his hand, his grip firm like a vice.
"You listen to me, sweetheart" he said, "I'm in charge
now. You will do whatever I tell you to if you want
that DVD back. You understand?"
Jenny nodded, her vision blurred by her tears which
trickled down her face and past her ears, moistening
her blond hair.
"Now then. If you want that DVD back, I can tell you
who's got it and where you need to go. You didn't have
any plans for tonight did you?"
"Well, yes I have," she said between her sobs.
"Shame. I might have to post it on the internet
tonight," he said, the grip on her chin easing
slightly. "I might even send it in to the adult
channel, they're always looking for amateur footage.
I'd get quite a bit for that. Would you like to be
famous, sweetie?" he sneered.
"Stop it, please stop it," Jenny beseeched. Charlie
dismounted, the removal of his prick was almost as
painful as the entry.
"Your plans for tonight are rescheduled, OK?" Charlie
said in a domineering fashion. "Tonight, you're gonna
go to this pub and see Alfie. Oh, yeah, you'll love
Alfie. He's got the master copy of the disc. I've told
him already that you'll collect it tonight and if you
don't turn up, he's to email it to a particular
website. It's my favourite website, funny enough..." he
giggled to himself, "...but Alfie is only there between
9.30 and 10.30 so if you miss him, it's tough!"
Jenny recomposed herself, reaching for her underwear,
allowing Charlie's sperm to leak onto his already
stained and manky carpet. Better there than in her
panties.
"How will I know what this Alfie looks like?" she
asked, having little choice but to comply with the
blackmail. She couldn't let it get into the wrong
hands, she'd loose Mark, she'd be the laughing stock at
work, her family would disown her. No, there were no
alternatives, she had to repossess it.
"Alfie wears a flat cap and a rain coat, sits in the
snug area of the public bar sipping his stout and
smokes Old Holborn roll-ups. Good looking guy and quite
young...he's about 58 I'd say..." Charlie said,
wheezing as he laughed. He gesticulated with his hands
"...He's younger than me, anyway!" he said, his face
becoming almost purple with exertion.
"And this Alfie, he'll give me the disc OK will he?"
Jenny asked, hurriedly redressing. Charlie sat on one
of his lumpy arm chairs, holes where the inner stuffing
was visible and stains from who knows what. It could be
gravy, coffee, chocolate or excrement, Jenny had no
idea, she just felt sick. Charlie looked at her, his
hand absent mindedly touching his penis which was now
totally soft but still moist with the aroma of Jenny.
"Alfie'll be fine," Charlie affirmed.
"And how will he recognise me?" she asked, quite
appropriately. Charlie smirked.
"He'll recognise you from the DVD, won't he?"
"You mean he's seen it too?"
"Of course my dear," Charlie responded. Jenny paled,
the blood draining from her face.
"How many people have you shown it to?" she demanded to
know.
"Don't worry my dear," he said, his fingers moving
along the wrinkled skin of his flaccid penis, "I've
only shown it to Alfie, no-one else."
Jenny left without as much as another word, fumbling
for the key of her own apartment door, locking the door
behind her, safety latch and bolt on for good measure.
She had to comply, there was no other option.
"Shit" she cursed. How'd the fuck he get hold of that
disc? Had he pinched it from her bag as she'd left the
cab? Had he broken into her apartment that sorrowful
evening when she'd got back? Had she dropped it in the
stairwell as she raced up the stairs, eager to be in
her own home again?
Jenny was unaware that she'd dropped it in the cab
whilst fumbling for her money to pay the cabbie. She
was also unaware that Charlie had been telling her the
truth, that he'd actually only shown the DVD to one
person which was Alfie. What Charlie hadn't told Jenny
was that Alfie had shown it to others in the vicinity.
And Alfie had a plan that would solve one of his major
dilemmas.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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