Paula Kaufman - The blackmailed neighbors

"Tastes like honey," Max broke in. There was a stunned silence from Jack.

"You mean?" he finally said in a deadly quiet voice, "you also let him do that to you?" Pam tried to answer but found that she couldn't. Slow tears trickled down her face as her world collapsed around her.

"What else have you done behind my back?" Jack asked viciously, slowly approaching his sobbing young wife, who was still crouched on top of the wildly disordered bed. All she could do was slowly shake her head in a general plea for understanding.

"God, all the times I wanted to…" He suddenly sprang forward and grabbed his wife by the arm. "Is there anywhere you're still virgin?" he screamed. "I'm going to find out! I'm going to make you wish you'd given me everything I ever wanted from you."

Pam watched with horror as her angry young husband-began to struggle with his belt. He jerked it open and a moment later his pants dropped in a heap around his feet. His other clothes followed and in seconds he was naked. My God, he's going to rape me… in front of Max and Anna! she thought in horror, watching him massage his cock, which had already begun to harden in his rage and excitement. She tried to slip off the bed so she could run out of the room, but Jack sprang forward and seized her by the arm. With fierce strength, he spun her around on the bed, forcing her down on her belly, with her legs bent and trailing over the edge, almost kneeling on the floor.

"Okay, bitch, I'm going to fuck you in a place you probably haven't got around to using yet."

"W-What do you mean?" she asked in horror, guessing at the truth.

"I mean I'm going to fuck you in your asshole, and from the looks of it, it's still virgin!" he snarled, and Pam could feel his strong hands, brutally prying her buttocks apart to bare her tender little rectum.

"No!" she shrieked. "You can't! Your penis is too big to go in there! You'll split me in two!"

"Tough shit, baby, but it's time I got what's coming to me." And he forced her quivering asscheeks further apart, until Pam felt the tender skin around her anus stretch painfully.

"Anna… help!" Pam shrieked. Then her friend flew forward, trying to pull Jack off his futilely pleading wife. "You leave her alone, you cowardly son-of-a-bitch, or I'll tear your Goddamn balls off!"

Jack was flinching before her determined attack, but suddenly Max's powerful hands flung Anna half across the room. "Mind your own business, cunt. Don't you know better than to interfere with a man and his wife?" He was smiling evilly, delighted to see Pam get what he felt was coming to her. Stuck-up bitch! he thought. Too good for Max Flaherty, is she? Well, we'll see what song she sings in a few minutes! He went over to Pam, and pinned her writhing torso to the bed, holding her a helpless prisoner before her husband's depraved attack.

"Yeah, it's virgin, all right," Jack was muttering to himself, staring at the tiny brown ring of his wife's quaking asshole. "Gotta open it up a little." He probed at the fear-tensed pucker with one finger, trying to worm it up inside.

"Stop… stop… it harts!" Pam shrieked as she felt the first harsh pressure against her tender nether parts.

"Hold still, Goddamn it!" Jack snarled, hitting her hard on the rump with the flat of his hand. Pam yelped in new pain, a vivid red splotch spreading across her smooth white ass-cheek. Afraid of another blow, she forced herself to hold still while Jack ruthlessly worked one finger up into the cringing girl's pain-racked rectum. She bit her lips in agony while he busily slid his digit in and out, stretching the tight little hole. After a few strokes, she found the pain was just bearable, as she widened, and hoped he would be satisfied with that.

But already Jack was fondling his dangling cock with his free hand, stroking it into hard readiness. When it finally jutted out from his strong young loins like a fleshy spear, he moved forward, lining the swollen tip up with his wife's defenselessly bared anus.

"Ooohhhhh… please don't do this awful thing, Jack," she begged. "I'll do anything else you want."

"You're fucking right, you will…" Jack snarled, "after I fuck you in the ass. And the first thing you'll do is get me that promotion. J.B. made a deal with me." He let his words sink into his wife's unbelieving brain. "He said if I let him fuck you, he'll make me vice-president. Do you hear?"

Pam heard her husband's words with stunned disbelief. My God! He's trading me off like a piece of furniture! she thought in horror. To that dirty old man! At that moment, Pam's marriage dissolved around her, leaving her in total despair. It no longer mattered much to her what Jack was about to do. Everything else was ruined. Why not let him tear her body apart, too? She knelt in total subservience before her half-mad husband as he readied his final assault. Pam didn't make a sound as he began the terrible pressure that would inevitably end up with his rock-hard penis buried up between her quivering ass-cheeks. Stoically, she felt herself stretch and stretch as Jack's bulbous cock-head drove relentlessly against her nakedly helpless asshole.

But she couldn't help screaming as Jack's straining cock finally popped up inside the vainly resisting muscles of her rectum, filling her with a white-hot lance of unbearable pain. She thrashed wildly on the bed, struggling madly to get away as Jack relentlessly shoved further and further up into her twitching bowels. But it was hopeless. Max's heavy arms held her pinned prone on the bed, chuckling as he watched her futile struggle.

When he had his aching member all the way into his wife's obscenely stretched rectum, Jack halted for a moment, staring down at his swollen purplish shaft, jutting back out of the lovely young woman's white, softly swelling buttocks. His eyes bulging with excitement, the panting young husband was filled with an overwhelming sense of power and strength. This is how to treat the fucking hitches! he thought exultantly. Hurt 'em! Make 'em yell! All his life he had been searching for power, and here it was in its most perfect form – the ability to inflict pain on a weaker person! Jack lovingly drew his cock part way out of his wife's painfully shuddering asshole, watching some of her tender pink inner flesh sucked out with it, and then he suddenly pounded his hips forward, impaling Pam to the hilt with his mighty shaft. She screamed again.

Sickened by watching a degrading spectacle about which she could do nothing, Anna threw on her clothes and ran from the room, heading for her house across the street, her mind screaming for her to find some way to stop her young friend's painful humiliation. She had darted inside the door and closed it behind her when she saw a letter lying on the floor beneath the mail slot. She would have passed it by, but something about it caught her eye.

It had her father's return address.

Anna picked it up, tore it open, and scanned the first few lines.

"Dear daughter," it stated. "You know I don't like to interfere in your private life, but I've recently learned from a mutual friend that you are living with Max Flaherty. I think there are a few things you should know about that man." And then the letter went on, line after line to describe how, years ago, Max had committed a serious crime, a murder. Being under an obligation to Max at the time, her father had kept the matter secret, but felt that now, under the circumstances, Anna should know. All the evidence was there, roughly the same as Max had shown Anna.

But he had twisted the facts! It was Max who was guilty, not her father!

Anna cursed herself for not having had more faith in her father and brought the whole thing to his attention long ago. It would have saved her months of agony with Max. And it would probably have saved Pam as well.