Continuing Series of Bllackmailing & Reluctancy Short Stories

[JEMMA]

Could you please come here. I need to talk.

I'll be there as fast as I can. Hang in there.

I was still kneeling on the floor when Jolene got there.



She knocked on the door and came in, calling my name, when she saw the door was unlocked. She saw me sitting on the floor and ran over and put her arms around me. I started crying again.

"Oh, baby. I'm so sorry I didn't get here earlier. Can you tell me what happened or do you need a minute?"

Through my tears, I explained what happened. I showed her the box on the floor and pointed out its contents.

"The missing one is in my rectum now," I said. "I'm supposed to put a larger one in me each day Tan is gone, and post a picture of it to this website, so he knows I'm following his instructions." I handed her the card.



"Is his semen still in you?"

"Yes, I thought you might need DNA."

"Good girl. Have you touched any of these plugs yet?"

"Only the box."

"I need to run out to the car and get an evidence kit. Wait right here, okay? Don't move."

"Where would I go?"

Jolene stroked my face for a moment, wiping some of my tears off. "I'll be right back."

She was gone for less than five minutes and came back with a tool box sized kit labeled evidence. She opened it up and took out a test tube and some cotton swabs.

"I'm sorry to have to do this, but I need to take some swabs of your vagina."

I pointed to the puddle on the floor. "Some of it leaked out of me. Can you take it from there?"

"I will take some, but cleaning agents on the floor may be destroying the DNA already. I really need to take some from you as well. Plus, I need to see if there are prints on the plug. I'd like to do it while it's still in your body. I'm sorry."



Leaning forward on my hands, I let her swab the cum from my pussy. She took four swab samples from there, and two more from the floor, putting the swabs in test tubes, sealing the tube, putting them in baggies and writing down date, time and where the sample was from. As soon as she finished that, she dusted the glass plug in my ass, not finding any prints. She also dusted the four other plugs, but they were clean as well. She dusted the box and there were prints there, but not many, so they may have been mine.

"He may have been wearing gloves. Do you remember if you felt skin when he touched you?"

"I'm sorry. I wasn't paying much attention. Most of his touching was of the painful variety, pinching and slapping. He did rub my clit, but there was lube on his hand from when he put the plug in my ass. I mostly felt the lube."

"Did he touch anything else while he was here?"



I thought for a moment. "He slapped my ass several times, and my face, but the only thing other than me I remember him touching is the door as he left. He pulled it shut behind him."








"I'll dust the door knob, but it might not tell me much unless I can take Tan's prints to eliminate them. I don't know if you want us to do it."

"No. I'll try to get his prints on a glass or something so you have them, but don't take them yourself."

She dusted the door and took impressions of the prints she found there. She also took my fingerprints so she could eliminate them from the surfaces of the door and the plug box. She bundled up all the stuff she collected.

"Why don't you take a shower now, and I'll clean up out here," Jolene said, "then we'll talk."

Finally getting off my knees, I went into the bathroom. I turned the water on hot and took a shower, scouring myself until my skin was red. It wasn't enough; I still felt dirty. I'm not sure there was enough water in the world to make me feel clean. I also removed the plug from my ass and washed it until it sparkled. I thought about it going into my mouth and almost retched at the thought. Finishing up, I put on a robe and went back out to speak to Jolene.



"I'm sorry," Jolene said, "but if your blackmailer can find you at your home any time he wants, we might have a hard time catching him unless we start full daytime surveillance on your house. We're talking eight or nine hours a day at $200 an hour. Close to two thousand dollars a day and we might be here for days without him approaching you again. I suspect you don't have tens of thousands stashed in your savings account."

"No, I had between five and six and I gave you a grand earlier."

"So we have to make you less available; get you out of the apartment so he can't just drop in on you. Make him have to call to meet with you. Maybe have you visit friends or family, do some volunteer work or something, anything to get you out of the house. Where do your parents live?"

"Perdido Beach in South Alabama. Should I go visit my parents?" I asked.

"No, too far. If someone is giving him information, he can still find you there and it would take us forever to get there, plus we're not licensed in Alabama. It needs to be somewhere local, where it wouldn't be unreasonable for you to take a couple hours to legitimately respond to a request to meet."

"My friends have been asking to get together, so I could start spending time with them, or start looking for a job."

"Would Mr. Tan find it unusual for you to start looking for a job?"

"He would. It was one of the things we discussed before we got married. I'd be the homemaker of the family while he brought home the bacon."

"So your husband might find it suspicious if you look for work? Kind of defeats the purpose of trying to keep him in the dark. We could do the friends thing, but if one of them is working with your blackmailer, he's still going to know where you are."

"If he shows up at one of their places, I'd at least know which one I couldn't trust anymore."

"Maybe, but not necessarily. Any one of your friends would have a clue of the schedules of the others right? So if several of them worked during the day, the choices of who you could actually be spending time with is limited. He could put the little spy cameras outside the houses of your friends and know which one you're visiting, if he hasn't done so already. He seems able to keep pretty close tabs on you. You thought he was in St. Lucia on your honeymoon, or at least someone was feeding him information. It seems so big, almost like it's a conspiracy. I wonder if he hasn't bugged your purse or something."

"Can you check?"

"I've got a radio sweeper which could check, but spy equipment is a lot more sophisticated these days. Some of it stays inert and invisible to detection unless it receives a signal turning it on. He could leave it off for days, and on a day he wants to find out where you are or see what you're doing, turn it on for a couple hours, then turn it off again. If you bring your purse to the office, we'll sweep it, but it might not prove anything. I checked that website address he gave you and it's an amateur site people upload pictures to all the time. It's based in California, so I don't think we'll get anything through it."

"Are you saying it's hopeless?" I asked.

"Not hopeless, just more complicated, or more expensive. He seems to be quite clever. Obviously, we'll check the fingerprints, we'll check the DNA, we'll check on the names you gave us. I've got to admit, I hoped we'd be able to get him the next time he attempted contact, but you had no time to respond, and no chance to put him off." She put her arm around my shoulders. "What are you going to do if we don't find out who he is before you're using the largest plug?"

"What else can I do? I'll let him fuck my ass." I started crying again. "I'm such a slut," I sobbed. "He's right about me. I orgasmed when he fucked me. I fucked myself on him and I begged him let me fuck myself on his cock. I'm such a fucking whore."











"Mrs. Tan; you're not a slut. It's what he wants you to believe. He's trying to break you down, make you quit resisting what he's trying to do to you, to succumb to what he wants, but you're not."

"Then why do I orgasm when they fuck me? I'm being raped and I'm begging for it. What decent person begs her rapist to fuck her?"

"It's a fallacy to think you can't experience pleasure from being raped," Jolene said. "Sure, if someone shoves a broom handle up your pussy, you won't enjoy it, but if someone wants you experience pleasure against your will, they can. Orgasms are a physical response to sexual stimulation. If your rapist tries to make you experience pleasure and applies the appropriate stimuli, you will climax. Jurors seem to believe if you got a shred of pleasure from it, you must have wanted it. Unless you go through it yourself, you'll never know what it's like; what you can feel, but it doesn't mean you wanted it."

"Someone else told me the same thing recently."

"They were right. Don't fall into the trap he's setting for you. He wants to ruin your self esteem. Don't let him. Do you want to go through the same thing tomorrow you went through today?"

"No."

"Do you want us to stop looking for this bastard, so he can keep doing the same shit to you over and over?"

"No."

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[JEMMA]

"Then you're not a slut or whore. You're a person who had a normal physiological response to physical stimuli. When you don't want it to stop anymore, then you might have a problem. Until then, keep fighting and don't listen to his bullshit."

"You sound as if you have personal experience with this?"

Jolene looked at me for awhile, apparently deciding if she wanted to discuss whatever it was with me.

Making a decision, she said. "I was raped when I was twenty-six. The rat prick bastard didn't get convicted because he made me cum. The jury believed him when he said I wanted it because I climaxed. Sure, he made me cum, but it didn't mean I wouldn't have ripped his balls off when he was finished if I could have. I didn't want to be raped, but he wanted to make me cum, so he did. Worse yet, my boyfriend is at the trial and hears how I orgasmed as this pond scum raped me and decided I was a fucking slut who was asking to be raped, so he dumped me. The whole experience soured me on the justice system when it comes to sex crimes."







"What happened to the guy who raped you? Has he hurt anyone else since?" I asked.

Jolene smiled at me. "I heard he drowned in a boating accident. Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. The streets are a little safer as a result. Maybe the same thing will happen to your bastard when we find him. Who knows? The world is a dangerous place as you and I both know."

God! I suddenly realized she might have killed her rapist. She was certainly hinting she might have done so, without actually coming out and saying so. Could I do the same thing? It took me about three seconds to decide I could. It might actually be quite easy.

I hugged her. "Thank you, Jolene. I appreciate you sharing your story with me. I'll try not to fall into his trap, but it's hard. I saved myself for my marriage and to realize he can make me feel the same things as my husband does, makes me disgusted with myself."

"Don't be. Almost anyone can. If you're capable of accepting pleasure, nearly anyone can give it to you. It may be more enjoyable with the people you love, but it's not impossible with others. Please believe me on this. Try to get out of the house. Go to the movies, go to the library, go shopping, spend time with your friends. Any place other than your home he tries to contact you will be riskier for him."

"Thanks for coming over. It really has helped."

"Like I said earlier, I'm sorry we couldn't corral the asshole today, but we will get him. I'll let myself out."

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[JEMMA]

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[JEMMA]

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[JEMMA]

Brenda is hoping her blackmailer will be found soon, but he's proving elusive. This chapter contains nude posing, bondage, oral sex, unusual masturbation, and double penetration.

Chapter 12 - Trying to Escape

Jolene had wiped the fingerprint dust off the box of plugs after finishing checking them. I put the last plug in the box and hid it in the closet behind some of my long dresses and shoes. I spent the next hour or so trying to make arrangements to get out of the house tomorrow. I checked to see if Tiffany could play a little hooky from work tomorrow.

"I can't play hooky tomorrow, but we could get together after work or Saturday."

I needed out during the day on Friday, not when Tan was going to be around, but if I was looking for favours, I needed to be more accommodating in granting them. I still had trouble believing Tiffany was betraying me. She was my oldest and dearest friend. If it was a spy camera used for taking photos, it could have been anyone at the party. Tiffany already said she didn't have security cameras, and it was easy enough to verify.

"Saturday would be good."

"I know some of the others would love to see you as well. May I invite some others to come as well? We can drink a little wine, find out about Tan, the honeymoon, all the good stuff."

It might help me to find out who it was by spending time with them, observing them, noting the questions they asked. I had to believe only one person had betrayed me and the rest were innocent. Cutting all of them out of my life for one rotten apple wouldn't be fair.

"Sounds nice. I realize I haven't been too accessible lately, but things are calming down now. Tan's back at work. I'd like that. Thank you."

"Looking forward to it, girlfriend. I'll let you know who else is coming."

"See you later, Tiffany."

"You too, Brenda. It will be good seeing you. It's been three weeks."

It was probably pointless to contact other people who worked. Shizuko was working, but as an artist, so she would be working from home. I should check with her. Even if she was busy, maybe I could hang with her while she worked.

"Hi, Suki, it's Brenda. Do you have a minute?"

"What's up?"

"We haven't had a chance to get together since the wedding. I wondered if I could see you tomorrow?"

"Oh, Brenda. I'd love to get together, I really would, but I just got this huge commission and I'm trying to figure out what to do. It's kind of open, he's looking for ideas and I've been searching for the right topic to present to him. Wait a minute! Would you be willing to model for me? Nude that is?"



"Me, nude? Suki, I can't do a nude. Hanging up in some stranger's house. What if someone who knew me saw it. I'd be mortified."



"Your head and face wouldn't have to be visible. It could be a generic type nude. No one would ever know it was you. I could give you right of refusal, so you'd know your face wasn't visible. Brooke, this would be great. You're so beautiful and you're the only one of our friends who has the time to do it."

Depending on how long it took to model beginning to end, it would be a great way to keep me out of the house and give Mark and Jolene a chance to respond if my blackmailer made contact with me again.

"I'd have to check and see if Tan had a problem with it."

"He can have right of refusal too, plus tell him I'll make one for him if he agrees." 

"Let me text him and I'll let you know."

"Quick. I need to get started on this thing."

I texted Tan. Suki wants to use me as a nude model for a commission she has. Generic, no face. You'd have rights of refusal.

She wants to paint you nude? Do you want to do it?

It would get me out of the house and if I get to decide what it looks like, I'm open to the possibility. I told her I'd check with you. As an incentive, you would get one for our apartment.

Sounds intriguing. Have her do some sketches of the possible finished product and I'll decide about the overall project. If we decide to to it, I might like to come over and watch sometime.

Only if you behave yourself. I don't want a repeat of the poker game.



I called Suki back. 

"Tan said he'd consider it. He asked you do some sketches of proposed finished product and he'd decide based upon those."

"Great! Come on over tomorrow and we'll get started."

Perfect. One day covered. If Tan agreed, I might have weeks worth of work to keep me out of the house.

"I'll be there. 8:30 okay."

"It's earlier than I'm accustomed to getting up, but fine."

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[JEMMA]

Tan came home ready to play.

"I've been thinking of you modeling nude all afternoon. Made it almost impossible to get any work done. I'm thinking I should check out a few poses right now."

I felt guilty my blackmailer fucked me earlier and made me cum, so I figured I owed sex to Tan as a result, but I wanted him to slow down a little. I hadn't felt up to eating at lunch, I was in so much turmoil from my fucking. I would like to have some food first. 





"I need some food. Don't you want to eat?"

"You're the only thing I want to eat right now." He started nuzzling my neck.

"Stop a minute. I'm willing to play, but I didn't eat lunch and I'm starving."

"Why didn't you eat lunch?"

A good question, but one I couldn't answer truthfully. I got fucked this morning, then a private eye came over and collected evidence from my cunt and ass and I cried on her shoulder because I felt like a whore and couldn't eat because I was sick to my stomach.

"I was talking to my friends, making arrangements to see them. I haven't seen them for three weeks. We got all busy catching up. It's why I was talking to Suki and she suggested the modeling. I really need to eat."

"Can't we eat in bed? Make a picnic of it?"

"I suppose. Let me start making something. Why don't you take a shower and make yourself a drink?"

"How about I make the drink and take the shower after we have some sweaty sex?"

I laughed. "You're incorrigible, Tan. Okay. Make me one, too. Gin and tonic."

"Yes!" Tan exclaimed. "Gin and tonic coming up." 

I started working on some finger foods which we could eat in bed, sliced carrots, sliced cucumbers, celery. We had some leftover steak I started cutting into bite sized pieces, some chips. While I was working on the cutting board, Tan handed me my finished drink and I took a sip. He kissed my neck while his hands fondled my breasts.





"Careful, cowboy. You'll make me cut my finger off."

"Do you really need to be dressed while you're working in the kitchen? I'm thinking you should work naked in the kitchen unless you're cooking something hot, then maybe just an apron. Make coming home to the little woman a whole lot more interesting." He started unbuttoning my blouse.

"I'm not going to get this done if you keep kissing my neck like that. I told you I'm hungry and need to eat."

He slid the blouse off my shoulders and started unhooking my bra, cupping my breasts when it was loose. I sighed contentedly and turned to him, kissing him passionately before whispering, "Please let me get the food done."

"Do it while you're naked."

"Only if you take my clothes off."

"No problem," Tan said. 

I lowered my arms and let him remove the blouse and bra. He tossed them onto the end of the counter, a few feet from where I was working. He undid the button on my shorts and pulled the zipper down. As he lowered the shorts and my panties to the floor, he knelt down and kissed my sex. I started tingling. I stepped out of them and they joined the rest of my clothes on the end of the counter.



He looked me over, his look a physical presence, hot and light like a desert wind. I shivered.

"May I finish now," I said. "I'm naked and still hungry."

"Finish but don't take too long," Tan said, taking off his own clothes. I noticed he was half hard when his underwear came off. 

He stood behind me, not touching me except for his cock which I could feel touching my buttocks, light but a persistent reminder of what he wanted. I felt myself getting wetter.



I decided to ask him a question. "Do you enjoy our sex life, Tan?"

"It's been wonderful so far, Mrs. Tan. It's still early in our married life. I'd eventually like to do some other things with you, but I'm willing to wait until you're ready."

"Like what?"

"Anal sex." Yeah, you and my blackmailer. "Maybe some bondage. I would love it if I could convince you to have a threesome with me and another woman."



"What if I don't want to be with another woman. What if I wanted it to be you and another man?"

"You already know how I feel about you and another man. Being there with you wouldn't make it any better. Probably make it worse." 

"What makes you think I would want to be with another woman?"

"You didn't seem to mind kissing Kathy during the poker game. Was I wrong?"

"Kissing her wasn't too bad. I was mostly doing it so you wouldn't be kissing her as much. I had to kiss Stan every time I lost to him and every time you did. It seemed to make you jealous. If you ended up kissing the naked Mrs. RIGHT as often as I did Stan, I think it would have bothered me more. I mean, our last kisses were pretty passionate affairs; lots of body contact and tongue. Given you don't want me with another man, it was pretty permissive of you. If you'd have kissed him when you lost, it would have kept me from kissing him as much."

"I suppose, but I'm not ready to kiss men."

"Did it bother you when I kissed him? It seemed to. I got the idea it was part of the reason you fucked me in front of him. Reestablishing your ownership in front of him."

"It might have been part of the reason, but you had to admit it was a seriously erotic atmosphere. I was ready to fuck anything just for a little relief."



"So you would have fucked Kathy if I'd pushed you away? I felt you might."





"No, but I would have had to get rid of them fast. I might have had to put them out of the bungalow naked, I was so hot to have you."

"Have you ever had a threesome before?" I asked.

"Yes." I shouldn't be surprised. He'd been wild before I came along, only taming himself so I'd agree to date him.

"Did you like it?"

"What's not to like. Sex with a woman but doubled. Two mouths, two pussies, two asses, four breasts. Twice the choices, twice the fun."

I nodded. I could see the appeal from a mans point of view. Not my cup of tea, but as much as I'd hated being forced into it, the sex with Guy 1 and 2 had been mind bending.



"I haven't shown you everything my girlfriends gave me during the bachelorette party."

"What else did they give you?"

"Grab the tray of food and I'll show you. I'll get our drinks."







Tan practically ran to the bedroom he was so eager to find out, his cock waving like a flag in front of him. I had to laugh again. Men were little boys when it came to sex.

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