Paula Kaufman - The blackmailed neighbors

She looked at another. Anna was sprawled lewdly in a chair, her legs hooked up over the arms, and Jack was approaching, his cock hard and enormous, heading straight for her wide-open genitals. In the next one, he had buried his huge cudgel part-way up inside Anna's vagina, and from the look of ecstasy on her face, she was enjoying it very much.

Pam felt suddenly sick. Unable to look at any more of the pictures, she let several of them fall to the floor from her nerveless fingers. Gathering her strength, she quickly bent to pick them up. "All right… I'll pay you for them. But I'll have to write you a check."

"Just as long as it doesn't bounce," Max said cheerfully, grabbing the photographs back.

Pam went into the other room to get her checkbook. She had already looked inside the envelope and was relieved to see that the negatives were included. She had heard of people who had paid for things like this – paid blackmail – and then had the negatives held back. She quickly wrote a check, realizing she'd have to beat Max to the bank so she could transfer some money from her savings to her checking account. It does pay to have money sometimes, she thought as she wrote the word "thousand" on the check.

Coming back into the living room, Pam handed the check to Max and then reached for the pictures.

"I don't know about all this," Max said, pulling the envelope back just out of her reach.

"I've paid you… give me the envelope!" Pam said, her voice becoming a little desperate.

"I-I just don't know," Max said. "This seems too much like, well… blackmail. Do you think this is right?"

"What kind of game are you playing?" Pam asked in desperation. "We made a deal. Give me those pictures!" She tried to grab the envelope from Max, but he easily held her off. My God he's strong! she found herself thinking.

"No… I just can't do it," Max said, tearing up the check in front of Pam's unbelieving eyes. With horror she watched the tiny pieces of colored paper drift to the carpet.

There goes Jack's future, she thought, knowing she didn't have the strength to get the photos away from Max by force. "Oh, please, don't use those pictures against my husband," she begged, thoroughly shaken.

"Well, maybe there's another way out," Max said solemnly.

"Oh, please, anything," Pam replied, hope kindling in her again. "Do you want cash?"

"Now, you've got me all wrong, Pam. You may not realize this, but I'm a religious man. I read the Bible a lot – that's why I turned down the money." Max was intently watching Pam's face, thoroughly enjoying the fear and apprehension his words were writing across its lovely features. God, it's… it's like taking candy from a baby, he thought gleefully.

"Yeah, I read the Bible, and I bet you do too. Remember that part, 'an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth', or… a cunt for a cunt!"

Pam gasped out loud as she finally understood what he was driving at. He wanted to take out Jack's crime on her body!

"I can see from your face you got the idea," Max chuckled. "Your old man fucked my woman… I'm gonna fuck his!"

"Never!" Pam said, horrified at the idea.

"Well, it's that, baby, or these pictures go to your husband's boss."

Pam felt trapped. It would have been a lot easier for her to refuse and order Max out of the house if she hadn't already tried to pay him for the pictures. Doing that, she had firmly instilled in her mind the overriding importance of getting control of the evidence that could cost Jack his beloved job. If her mind hadn't been so rattled, she might have remembered that just a few days ago she had felt that the best thing for Jack would be to get out of the office and away from that evil old man who was slowly corrupting his ideals. But, hurt and confused by the visual evidence of Jack's infidelity, and with a woman she had thought her friend, and bullied by Max's ominous presence, the frightened young girl was in no condition for clear, logical thinking.

"I… I…" she stammered, trying to find some other way out.

"Good, that means you'll do it!" Max exclaimed triumphantly.

"Nooooo. I mean… I don't know…" Pam said haltingly.

"Well, I ain't got all day," Max shouted, suddenly savage. "I got an appointment already with that old bastard. So make a decision… now!"

Pam stood, swaying irresolutely. "I'll do it!" she said suddenly, not letting her mind dwell on the full meaning of her words.

"Atta girl," Max said with a lewd smile. "Your husband fucked Anna in the living room. You want it here, too?"

"N-No," she said in a weak voice. "We… we'll use the bedroom." She had decided on that, simply because the bedroom was further away, and would use up some more time… put off the horrible or, deal she knew that lay ahead. She looked at Max with revulsion, wondering how she was going to be able to let him touch her body, when she already hat trouble enough with her husband. She hated the triumphant leer on his coarse features as his hungry eyes took in the body he knew would soon be his to do with as he wanted.

Max was happy. He'd been successful again in his favorite pastime – blackmail. But, where other blackmailers went after money, he went after pussy. That was how he'd gotten Anna, and now, he thought, I'm gonna get to throw it to this gorgeous little blonde bitch! Max's eyes sweeped appreciatively over Pam's shrinking figure, as she stood helplessly before him. For the past few minutes he had been hungrily watching the exciting way that her large, full breasts bounced and jiggled, braless under her skimpy haltertop. Well, what the hell! he thought. Broads that dress that way deserve to be flicked, teasing men until they think they're gonna shoot off in their pants!

"Okay, baby," he said, shooing her along ahead of him. "Let's make it to the bedroom."

Just in an effort to keep her distance as Max came towards her, Pam found that she had been backed into the bedroom-hers and Jack's! She had her arms crossed nervously over her lewdly exposed breasts, as if she still believed she could protect herself from this huge, grinning man to whom she'd already promised her body.

"Okay, little lady, are you going to take off those clothes, or shall I do it for your?" Max grated out, obviously eager to get started. Pam couldn't move. It had been a lot easier, there in the other room, to promise this brute what he wanted. But to actually take her clothes off in front of him…! Pam just couldn't do it!

"Okay, if that's the way you want it…" Max said, and he suddenly lunged toward her. Pam tried to slip away, but he was surprisingly fast for so big a man. His big meaty hand locked on the front of her halter-top and pulled hard. Pam was jerked forward when the strong material refused to tear, but the catch behind gave, and she felt a sudden wave of cold air over her upper body and found herself standing naked to the waist, her bare breasts quivering nakedly before Max's leering gaze.

Too stunned to even think of covering herself, Pam found herself panting. At first she thought it was from fear, but bit by bit the stunning realization came to her that it was something else entirely.

She was sexually excited.

With amazed disbelief, the raggedly breathing young girl felt a hot trembling need building up in her belly, and looking down, she saw that her nipples were rapidly hardening, not from the cool air that played over their tender pink surfaces, but from passion!

What's the matter with me? her mind screamed, but her body already knew.

She wanted to he raped!

Almost as in a dream, Pam felt a strange metamorphosis taking place somewhere deep in her psyche. That unbreakable stone wall that had always stood between her and full sexual release was slowly crumbling, as she stood there, helpless and partially naked before a brute of a man who intended to use her body for his own pleasure whether she wanted him to or not. Hating herself every moment, Pam felt the last of her defenses crumble. She was helpless to move, and stood docilely while Max quickly stripped her white shorts and underpants from her quivering body. She was naked before him, this near-stranger, but instead of shame, she felt instead a warm trickle from her vagina that told her that her passion juices were flowing freely, readying her body for what she knew was going to happen to her, and worst of all, wanting it to happen.