Sextortion (13 page)

"What else did
she tell you?"

"Nothing. She
left before I could ask her anything."

Pacing the
floor, Danny was obviously deep in thought. At least I'd found a
way of telling him the bitch's real name, and I'd got out of
showing him my burning buttocks. But where to next? What other lies
would I tell him? I wouldn't lie again, I decided. I'd got away
with it this time, but there was no point in lying again.

"I'm going to
see the private dick," Danny said pensively, moving to the
door.

"Why don't you
ring him?"

"No, I'll go
and see him."

"Danny, we
only know her Christian name - it's hardly anything to go on."

"It's the
first lead we've had."

"From what
he's done so far, it wouldn't do any good if you told him where she
lives. Why bother with him?"

"It's better
than doing nothing, Selina. I won't be long, I'll see you
later."

Deciding to
examine my buttocks in the full-length mirror, I went up to the
bedroom and pulled my panties off. I was hoping that the weals
wouldn't appear too fierce, but when I lifted my skirt and bent
over, I was shocked. Gazing at my reflection, the crimson weals
fanning out across my burning flesh, I knew that Danny would go mad
if he saw the stark evidence of the ruthless whipping.

Standing with
my feet apart and leaning over further to get a better view, I
observed my vaginal lips nestling between the tops of my thighs. My
pink inner labia protruding from my sex valley, I realized that I'd
never examined myself, never studied my intricate folds. Taking the
mirror from the dressing table, I placed it on the floor and stood
with my feet either side of it. Squatting, I looked in the mirror
at my open vaginal valley, the wet pink flesh surrounding my sex
hole.

Realizing that
the sight was arousing me, I replaced the mirror and grabbed my
panties. I desperately wanted to masturbate, to massage my sex spot
with the vibrator and take myself to a shuddering orgasm. I could
feel my clitoris swelling, my vagina contracting, my juices oozing
from my love sheath. The urge, the need, was overwhelming, but I
didn't understand why.

Recalling the
young man's knob sperming in my mouth, his rock-hard penis driving
deep into my bottom, my stomach somersaulted. What was I becoming?
I wondered as I slipped my hand up my skirt and ran my fingertip up
and down my wet crack. Why this incredible transformation? The
blackmail had understandably turned my life upside down, but what
was happening to me sexually was incomprehensible.

Massaging my
solid clitoris, I was aware of a desperate need to come, to vibrate
my sex button to orgasm, and I lay on the bed with my thighs wide
apart. Taking the vibrator from beneath my pillow, I switched it on
and pressed the tip between my dripping inner lips. Easing the
latex shaft deep into my pussy, closing my eyes as the beautiful
vibrations permeated my contracting womb, I began to gasp.

The sensations
were wonderful, transmitting through the silken walls of my vagina
and playing around my erect clitoris. But guilt consumed me. I'd
sucked a stranger's penis to orgasm and swallowed his sperm, I'd
had anal intercourse with him, I'd licked the girl's bottom-hole,
and I was masturbating again. I knew I couldn't carry on behind
Danny's back like this. The lies and deceit were destroying me.

As the
sensations built, I slipped the vibrator out of my vagina and ran
the tip around my pulsating clitoris. My mind lurching between my
guilt and the beautiful sensations emanating from my sex button, I
finally became lost in my masturbating. My body trembling, my
neglected vagina rhythmically contracting, I switched the vibrator
off and grabbed a large plastic bottle from the dressing table. My
thighs wide as I lay on the bed again, I eased the end of the
bottle between my swollen vaginal lips, gasping as the huge phallus
entered me.

Running the
vibrator around my erect clitoris again, my vagina tightening,
gripping the bottle, I closed my eyes and waited for my orgasm to
come. Barely able to endure the amazing sensations, my back arched,
my eyes rolling, I reached beneath my thigh and thrust the bottle
in and out of my pussy, adding to my wondrous pleasure.

"Yes!" I cried
involuntarily as my clitoris erupted in orgasm and my juices ran
down between my stinging buttocks. Again and again I thrust the
phallus in and out of my spasming vagina, the beautiful squelching
sounds mingling with my whimpers as my clitoris pulsated beneath
the vibrator. Wailing as my climax peaked, I tossed my head back,
my nostrils flaring, my breasts heaving as I pistoned my vaginal
canal faster with the phallus.

My clitoris
solid, sending electrifying sensations deep into my contracting
womb, I thought my climax would never end. Again, my euphoria
peaked, and I realized that I was experiencing a multiple orgasm.
Six or seven times I felt my clitoris swell and revive, the
exquisite pleasure gripping my trembling body, blowing my mind away
on the wind of lust.

"Yes!" I cried
again as I thrust the bottle faster in and out of my squelching
vaginal duct, ramming my cervix as my juices poured from my
inflamed sex hole. Picturing the young man's penis, imagining his
sperm pumping into my mouth, bathing my tongue, my orgasm peaked
for the last time. My clitoris aching with pleasure, the vibrator
driving me wild, I finally stilled my hand, leaving the bottle
embedded deep within the burning sheath of my vagina.

Switching the
vibrator off, I lay trembling in the aftermath of the most
incredible orgasm I'd ever experienced. My mouth dry, my breasts
heaving, I wallowed in the divine sensations emanating from my
bloated vagina, my mind drifting on clouds of sexual satisfaction.
My body finally relaxing, I lay with my legs asunder, the phallus
hugged by the silken walls of my sex sheath as I fell into a deep
sleep.

I woke to hear
Danny moving around downstairs. Had he been up to the bedroom and
seen the bottle emerging between my swollen sex lips? I wondered
fearfully. Had he seen the vibrator lying on the bed next to me?
Slipping the bottle out and hiding the vibrator beneath my pillow,
I leaped off the bed and grabbed my panties. Praying that he'd not
seen the evidence of my masturbation session, I went downstairs and
found him in the kitchen.

"Oh, hi," he
smiled. "I wondered where you were."

"Have you just
got in?" I asked, my face flushing with embarrassment as I felt my
panties wetting.

"Two minutes
ago. I saw the private dick."

"What did he
say?"

"He didn't
have much on today so he decided to spend a couple of hours parked
outside the house. He told me that as he pulled up, he saw the girl
leaving with a young man."

"No one's been
here, apart from the woman I told you about."

"He saw them
walking away from the house."

"I was
listening to music while I worked on the book, I obviously didn't
hear the doorbell. I wonder who the man was?"

"I don't know.
Wilkins lost them, but he's got the registration number of the car
they were in. He's going to get back to me."

"Perhaps the
man was her boss."

"Maybe."

Thanking God
the detective hadn't seen them entering the house, I knew it was
only a matter of time before Danny discovered the awful truth. I
also realized that I was becoming distanced from him. Having anal
sex with the young man, licking the girl's bottom, masturbating
with the vibrator and a plastic bottle... I had so many secrets
that I felt an increasing detachment from Danny.

Recalling my
mind-blowing multiple orgasm, I wondered whether I'd ever make love
with Danny again. After the girl and the young man, I didn't see
how I could ever find physical love and warmth with my husband. The
worrying thing was that masturbating with the vibrator and bottle
was far better than... I shouldn't say that. Although masturbation
brought me massive orgasms and immense satisfaction, the act was
loveless.

Watching Danny
take another beer from the fridge, I again recalled his words about
our relationship. His prediction was right. The whole sordid
business was affecting our marriage more than we could have
imagined and I knew in my heart of hearts that we'd slipped anchors
and were drifting apart. But, as I looked back, I realized that
throwing myself into my work as I had over the last year or so had
also caused a rift between us.

"I'm going up
to take a shower." Danny looked wan, vulnerable. I smiled at him,
remembering when we'd first met, the hours of lovemaking, the
desperate passion. Nothing lasts, I reflected, wandering into the
lounge as he climbed the stairs. Plonking myself on the sofa, I
thought about the future, whether this would all come to an end and
Danny and I could rebuild our relationship. Would the blackmail
ever stop? I wondered as the phone rang. Lifting the receiver, I
was expecting to hear Chrissy's voice. It was the bitch.

"How's your
bum?" she giggled.

"Unless you
stop ringing and..."

"Now, now,
Selina - be nice to me."

"Nice?"

"My boss wants
to meet you."

"When?"

"Now, on the
common by the railway bridge."

"Why won't he
come here?"

"Be there as
soon as you can."

As she hung up
I was about to rush upstairs and tell Danny, but I had a change of
mind. I didn't want him saying anything stupid, threatening the man
or getting into a fight. At long last, I thought, my chance had
come to put an end to the horror and I was determined not to ruin
that chance. Calling to Danny through the bathroom door that I was
going out for a walk, I left the house and made my way to the
common, feeling really positive about the meeting.

As I neared
the railway bridge, I stopped and look around. The common was
deserted and I felt that I was alone in the world. Wondering
whether I might be walking into a trap, I edged my way cautiously
towards the trees. The thugs might be lying in wait, I reflected.
They might kidnap me or... No, they wouldn't do anything like that,
there'd be no point.

"Hallo!" I
called as I neared the trees. "Are you there?" Only the birds
replied as I tentatively followed a path into the woods. A train
trundling through the tunnel, the canopy of leaves blocked out the
sunlight as I ventured further into the woods. "Hallo!" I called
again, jumping as a rabbit dashed into the undergrowth. I knew I
was making a mistake as I walked on. The girl's boss wouldn't want
to meet me in such a place, I was sure.

"Ah, Selina!"
the bitch grinned as I entered a clearing.

"Where is he?"
I asked, looking about me.

"He'll be here
shortly. Why don't you strip off and...?"

"I'm here to
meet your boss, not to..."

"Selina, you
remember I said you'd regret what you called me?"

"He's not
coming, is he?" I asked fearfully.

"I told you
that you'd wish to God that you'd never said it."

"I'm going!" I
returned firmly, turning on my heels.

"Going where?"
the young man asked menacingly as he emerged from the
undergrowth.

"Home!" I
cried.

"Home?"
another young man grinned mockingly, blocking the pathway.

"Clothes off,
Selina," the bitch smirked.

I should have
known that this was a trap. In my stupidity, I'd walked straight
into their lair, into the lion's den - and there was no way out. I
couldn't understand my naivety, how I'd been so gullible. Her boss
would have rung me if he'd wanted to talk to me. I should have
taken Danny with me, told him about the so-called meeting
and...

"We're
waiting, Selina," the bitch grinned, taking the leather whip from
her bag. "I really don't understand your disobedience. You called
me a vile, filthy, stinking bitch, and then you told me to fuck
off. You'll be punished, Selina - severely punished!"

I said nothing
as she pulled several lengths of rope from the bag. Trembling as I
watched the men unbutton their shirts, I knew I was going to have
to endure the most gruelling whipping imaginable. As they tugged
their trousers down, their erect penises coming into view, I looked
around the clearing for an escape route, but there was only the one
path - blocked by the naked men.

"Unless you
cooperate, my boss will send copies of these to his journalist
friend," the whore hissed, taking several photographs from the bag.
I stared in horror at the lewd scenes, the man's penis embedded
deep inside my anal sheath, my brown ring stretched tautly around
his huge shaft. She must have had a camera, I reflected, gazing at
the weals across my naked buttocks. My face wasn't in any of the
shots, but my chestnut hair and the small mole on my back revealed
my identity. It was obvious that the photographs had been taken in
my lounge.

"Well?" the
bitch leered as she slipped her coat off, revealing her naked body.
"I don't think you have any choice, Selina. We have quite a
collection of photographs now. Either you do exactly as I say from
now on, or you'll be exposed as a bisexual nymphomaniac. Imagine
it, literary wonder Selina Goodman takes it up her bum..."

"There's
nothing to prove that it's me," I countered feebly.

"I think
you'll find these prove it's you beyond all doubt," she grinned,
taking more photographs from her bag.

Two shots
showed me sucking the man's rock-hard penis, my lips taut around
his wet shaft, his sperm dribbling down my chin. Another showed me
licking between the girl's parted buttocks, my tongue pushed out,
teasing her brown anal flesh. Little wonder that I hadn't noticed
the flash - the bastards had been careful to ensure that my eyes
were closed in apparent bliss before taking the incriminating
pictures.