Sextortion (37 page)

"We meet
again," the bitch grinned, emerging from the kitchen.

"How did you
get in?" I gasped, turning to face her.

"A change of
plan, Selina. Instead of meeting on the common, I thought I'd come
here - just in case you'd decided to trick me."

"I haven't got
the money," I returned. "There is no more money."

"Of course
there is."

"Ask Danny, he
knows that I'm broke. I'm surprised he didn't tell you last night,
when he was in your bed - fucking you."

"In my bed?
You're dreaming again."

"The police
have been here asking me about a prostitute called Alison who hangs
around the Thieves' Tavern."

"The
police?"

"Yes, the
police, Alison."

"My boss won't
be at all happy when I tell him that you've called the police."

"I didn't call
them. One of your so-called clients..."

"I'm not
bothered about the police; they've got nothing on me."

"Haven't they?
The Woodlands Avenue flat, the Thieves' Tavern, the client who's
told them that you're a prostitute forcing me to endure crude
sex..."

"Forcing you?
How are they going to prove that? With all the evidence I have,
it's pretty obvious that you're a most willing participant."

"I'm not going
to tell you who, but one of your clients has been coming round to
see me. We're friends."

Her face
turning pale, I knew I'd shaken her, but what was my plan? My lies
had frightened her, but I had to back them up, give her some proof.
But I had nothing to substantiate my claim. Brushing her long
blonde hair away from her face, her blue eyes locked to mine, she
was obviously wondering what to say.

"You'd better
go," I smiled. "Go the back way, unless you want the police to pick
you up."

"My boss might
be willing to do a deal," she murmured pensively.

"A deal?"

"He might... I
can't speak for him, but I might be able to get him to meet
you."

"Where?"

"The
woods."

"No, I'm not
going there again."

"It's up to
you, Selina. If you want to speak to him, come to an arrangement,
then you'll meet him in the woods."

"When?"

"I'll ring
you."

As she left by
the back door, my anxiety rising, I bit my lip. I knew that meeting
her in the clearing would be dangerous, but I had to find out
whether her boss existed. Believing the police to be on to her, I
doubted that she'd trick me, force me to endure more sex. There
again, if she thought the police might follow me to the common, she
might not turn up. She'd probably arrive at the house with her
so-called boss. All I could do was wait for her to call.

Checking my
watch, I thought about meeting Dave, the college boy. Ten-thirty,
he'd be watching the clock, eager to fuck me, to lick me to orgasm.
I was eager to suck his cock, swallow his sperm, but... No, before
I planned anything, I had to wait for the bitch to phone - I could
fuck Dave whenever I liked. Should I tell John about meeting the
bitch and her boss? I wondered, walking into the kitchen. I'd ring
him later, after I'd heard from the girl.

"Hallo, love."
Danny smiled as he appeared in the doorway. "I went for a walk,
it's a lovely day."

"You've been
gone a long time," I frowned.

"I was up
early and, as you'd locked yourself in your den, I went out. Any
news?"

"No,
nothing."

"I don't
understand it, there's been no word from the girl, the detective's
come up with nothing... I wish I knew what was going on."

"So do I.
Danny, I have to go out. What are you doing today?"

"Writing, I
suppose. Where are you going?"

"To see
someone in Woodlands Road."

His face
blanched with shock, his dark eyes frowning, he moved across the
room and looked out of the window. I didn't know why I'd mentioned
Woodlands Road, I suppose it was because, deep down, I'd wanted to
tell him that I knew he was involved with the tart.

"See you
later, then," he said nonchalantly, turning towards me. "I'll go up
and try to get some work done." Smiling at him as he left the room,
I knew he was going to ring the girl. He hadn't asked me who I was
going to visit as he'd obviously wanted to appear innocent, but I
knew he'd be worried sick and contact the bitch as soon as I was
out of the way.

Leaving the
house, I walked down the street, not really sure where I was going.
I'd miss the girl's phone call, and John's, but I couldn't stay at
home with Danny - I just wanted to escape. Walking across the
common, I thought it might be best if I wasn't around when the girl
rang. She'd be worried, desperate to contact me, and I'd leave her
to sweat.

Following the
path through the trees, I entered the clearing and looked about me.
The air still heavy with the smell of sex, my clitoris swelled and
pulsated, my cunt wetted, and I imagined that the devil was near.
Had the reverberations of intense sex permeated the trees? Had the
vile debauchery summoned some sex fiend from an unseen world? The
idea was crazy, but I sensed a presence, something prowling,
watching me.

Noticing a
carrier bag hidden beneath a bush, I pulled it out, wondering
whether the bitch had stashed her equipment in readiness to use on
me the next time she lured me to the clearing. Opening the bag, I
peered inside. The whip, handcuffs, lengths of rope, a vibrator...
I was right; she obviously intended to abuse me again.

"I thought it
was you wandering into the woods," Dave smiled, emerging from the
bushes. "I haven't got college today, so I thought I'd hang around
the common and wait for you."

"You shouldn't
be here," I said, fearful of the bitch catching us.

"Why not?"

"This place
is... It's not good."

"Not
good?"

"It's evil,
Dave."

"Evil? What
are you talking about?"

"I'll show
you," I grinned, unbuttoning his shirt as a powerful desire to whip
his penis gripped me.

Saying nothing
as I slipped his shirt over his shoulders and unbuckled his belt,
he looked down at me as I knelt before him and pulled his trousers
down. I'd lost control, I knew, as his stiffening penis came into
view. I couldn't help myself, my craving for debased sex possessing
me.

Recalling the
dining room darkening as I'd been forced to endure crude sex with
the girl and her clients, I began to wonder whether there really
was something evil lurking, following me, goading me. My insatiable
thirst for sex had been running wild, continually soaring. Was it
simply my sexual awakening? Or was it something more sinister?

Gazing at his
swinging balls as he slipped his shoes off and stepped out of his
trousers, I grabbed his solid organ and yanked his foreskin back,
exposing his virginal glans to my wide eyes. Gasping as I took his
plum into my mouth and sucked, he held my head, obviously revelling
in his first experience of oral sex. It was wrong for us to be
together there, I knew, as I wanked his shaft and ran my tongue
over his swollen knob. I should have initiated him into the art of
oral sex in my thinking place, not in the sinister woods.

Taking his
swollen knob to the back of my throat, my lips stretched around his
hard shaft, I wondered what I was doing to the innocent teenager.
His first time should have been with a girl of his own age,
discovering sex together - not with a dirty tart such as me. But
I'd traded my soul for sex, exchanged my femininity for the
pleasures of the flesh. This was my domain, and anyone who entered
would be sexually violated. As I sank my teeth into his twitching
cock, I realized that I could no longer tell the difference between
right and wrong.

"You'd better
go," I murmured, slipping his knob out of my mouth and standing up,
a glimmer of my old self flickering in the dark.

"Go?" he
frowned.

"I'm not good
for you, Dave."

"What do you
mean?"

"I mean... I
mean that I'm not good. Go now, before I... Before I destroy
you."

"Destroy
me?"

"Can you tell
love from lust?"

"What?"

"Can you tell
the scent of flowers from the stench of sex?"

"Yes, of
course."

"You won't, if
you stay."

"I want to
stay."

"You're young
and innocent. You've not yet found love and, if you stay, you never
will."

"Of course I
will."

"All right,
but you'll remember this day forever. Recall my words to the end of
your days."

"I don't
understand."

"No, you
don't. But you will, one day. Lie on the ground."

As he lay
down, I grabbed several lengths of rope from the bag and knelt by
his feet. Tying each ankle, I stood up and slung the ropes over the
branches of a tree and pulled. His legs parting, rising, his
buttocks clear of the ground, he said nothing as I secured the
ropes. Binding his wrists, I pulled his arms behind his head and
tied the rope to a bush. He was mine now, his naked body mine to do
with as I wished. Standing with my feet either side of his head and
lifting my dress over my head, exposing my hairless pussy to his
wide eyes, I looked down at him and smiled.

"Are you sure
you want to stay?" I breathed, tossing my dress to the ground as I
squatted, my cunt close to his face, my vaginal lips gaping.

"Yes, of
course!" he replied eagerly.

"Have you ever
seen a cunt before?"

"No, no, only
in magazines."

"Well, what do
you think?"

"I think
it's..."

Pressing my
inner sex flesh over his mouth, I slowly rocked my hips, juicing
his face as I gasped in my wanton debauchery. His penis solid,
pointing skywards, his heavy balls rolling as he pushed his tongue
into my hot pussy, I wondered what he was thinking, what he thought
of his first taste of cunt milk. As he licked the silken walls of
my sex sheath, explored inside my wet cunt, I felt an overwhelming
desire to corrupt him. In his innocence, he probably believed he
was in love with me, that we'd go out together, hand in hand in
love. But I'd show him the difference between love and cold, crude
lust.

"I like your
cock," I smiled, moving aside and focusing on his organ, erect
between his splayed thighs. "I suppose you want me to push it up my
cunt."

"Yes," he
murmured as I eyed his naked buttocks, perfectly positioned to
receive the leather tails.

"Before I fuck
you, I'm going to have a little fun."

Tightening the
ropes, his buttocks rising, his feet wide apart, high above his
naked body, I took the whip discreetly from the bag. The first lash
of the tails across his lean buttocks jolting his body, he looked
up at me with fear mirrored in his wide eyes. Again, I lashed his
tensed anal orbs, watching his penis twitch, his balls roll as he
cried out for mercy. His pleas only serving to drive me on, I
thrashed him as hard as I could, venting something I didn't
understand. Was it anger? Was I seeking retaliation for all I'd
been put through? I didn't know or care as I flailed his beautiful
virginal buttocks.

"Please, no
more!" he grimaced as the tails bit into his crimson flesh with
deafening cracks. Again and again I lashed his twitching buttocks,
delighting in my wickedness as he writhed on the ground. Finally
discarding the whip, I settled on the grass and grabbed his solid
penis, kneaded his balls.

"Did you enjoy
that?" I asked huskily, pulling his foreskin back and exposing his
glans.

"No, for God's
sake!" he returned. "What the hell..."

"You're mine,
Dave - you belong to me now."

"What the hell
are you?" he demanded as I squeezed his balls and dug my
fingernails into his rock-hard shaft. "Who are you?"

"What am I?
I'm a nymphomaniac. Who am I? I'm the devil's daughter!" I cackled
wickedly, grabbing the vibrator from the bag.

"No!" he
protested as I slipped the pink shaft between his parted buttocks
and drove it deep into his anal duct.

"Until I
decide to release you, you belong to me. I'll do anything I wish to
your naked body - anything!"

The devil must
have me in his grip, I perceived as I switched the vibrator on and
pushed it fully home. Kneeling with my gaping cunt close to his
weal-lined buttocks, I pulled his penis over his balls, bending his
shaft and positioning his knob between my swollen pussy lips.
Driving his ballooning glans deep into my vaginal sheath,
completely impaling my cunt on his cock, I knew Lucifer had taken
me.

His shaft at
ninety degrees to his stomach, pressing my inner flesh hard against
my pubic bone, I leaned forward and gyrated my hips. Gasping, he
closed his eyes as I rocked my body, his bulbous knob massaging the
silky walls of my wet cunt. The vibrator buzzing within his anal
sheath, I wondered what he thought of his introduction to crude sex
as I bounced up and down, his cock driving in and out of my tight
roost. Perhaps he thought this was love.

"Spunk me!" I
cried as pre-orgasmic waves surged through my quaking womb. "Spunk
up my cunt!" Breathing heavily, he tossed his head from side to
side as his shaft swelled, inflating my sex duct. "I want your
sperm!" I gasped, my orgasm erupting within my solid clitoris, my
juices of desire streaming from my vagina. On and on I bounced up
and down, sustaining my incredible climax, his penis squelching my
bubbling sex liquid as we fucked.

"Coming!" he
finally cried, his spunk jetting into my lust hole as I screwed him
in my crudity. His body rigid, the ropes taut, his eyes rolled as
his virginity surrendered to manhood - to debauchery. Surveying my
hairless pussy lips gripping his glistening shaft, I decided to
have him drink his sperm from my cunt before thrashing him again.
Then I'd thrash his penis, treat him as a sex slave and lash his
penis with the leather tails.