William Davis - Blackmailed

Her legs splayed limply to the sides obscenely, and her heart trip-hammered in her chest, as her satiated body lapsed into subsiding waves of relaxing euphoria. Then, as her rational mind began to function, again, she remembered. God! I've done it! I've been sucked… and f-fucked… by another man… and that's adultery… or does that make me just another cheap… little… wh-whore… like Carla… the one my husband was with?

She could still feel Arnie's spewing penis jerking its last up inside of her, filling her belly almost to the bursting, as the last of his load of heated male sperm was ejaculated from the slitted head of his cock.

Groaning his satisfaction, Arnie collapsed on top of her, "Damn! That was something! Did you like it, Baby?"

She was honest with him… with herself. "Yes… yes… I liked it… but now, you'll have to go!"

"I can't leave here!" he told her. "Jay sent me up here… and told me to stay here… until things are settled!"

"What things…?"

"I can't tell you that… except that there are some people looking for me…"

"The… p-police…?"

"No… I'm not a criminal! Your husband is trying to help me!"

"I see… and it's your case he's been working on the last several days?" she queried.

"Yes… I'm afraid so…"

"Well…" she said resignedly, "I suppose you'll have to stay! Let me up now… please?"

Arnie tried to recapture her lips, trying to prolong the mood, but she twisted her head aside, saying, "No! Don't! I've got to think… about what I've already done! I-I don't know whether… I can… l-live… with myself!"

"You've done both yourself… and Jay a favor, is what I think!" he told her, rolling to his side from on top of her.

To Joan Pearson, the telephone call was innocent enough, but to Carla Reynolds, who made it, it was a matter of life or death… her own.

"Joan…? This is Carla… Carla Reynolds… I just had to talk to you…"

"Well, I don't want to talk to you!"

"Please… don't hang up on me… I want to explain…" she pleaded desperately.

"What's to explain…?"

"I thought that man… Jay would be gone… before you arrived… and we'd just have a lovely… woman-woman thing, again…"

"So…?" Joan was cynical, now.

"Your husband… isn't around there is he…?"

"No… he's gone!"

"Just for the day… or will he be gone for a few days?"

"Well…" Joan hesitated. "He'll be gone for several days… I think…"

"Oh, where did he go…?"

"What's this all got to with anything…?"

"Well… if you'd feel better about things… I thought maybe you'd want to invite me… to your house… especially if your husband's going to be gone…" Then she added, as an after thought, "Where'd you say he was…?"

"I didn't… but he said something about going to the mountains… Idyllwild… I think… for some training workouts," Joan told her, revealing only what Arnie had told her.

"Oh, good… then he's not likely to pop in… and spoil things for us…" Carla was suggestive.

Joan had made up her mind, even before Carla's call, and she had rehearsed what she would say to the woman who had seduced her.

"Carla! You're wasting your time! I've thought it all over… and I-I've decided that… I don't really want the kind of thing you… you forced on me. I love my husband… and I'll do everything I can to keep him loving me!"

"Then… you won't…?"

"That's right!" Joan cut in. "I don't want… that kind of life… so please don't try to call me… or see me… again!"

"J-Joan… please…?"

"My mind's made up! I meant what I said!" Joan snapped and slammed down the receiver.

"That was a good performance, Carla!" Warren Ramsey said. "And, I'll keep my part of the bargain! I'll send you to my friend Wong Ho… in Hong Kong… instead of to the bottom of the Catalina Channel. Wong told me he could use a beautiful white woman… in one of his more… exclusive houses…"

Carla tried to smile through cracked lips, and tears welled from blackened, swollen eyes. He's not going to kill me! "Oh, Warren… thank you! Thank you!" she blubbered.

p(line).***

Betty Ballard had wanted to get into her car and leave the cabin to Arnie, but he had refused to let her leave, pointing out that she was in no condition to drive safely.

In the end, she had agreed to stay. "But, you'll have to promise… to stay your distance… unless I change my mind…" she had told him.

There was very little to eat in the cabin, and as dinner time neared, Arnie volunteered to go down to the village to buy whatever was necessary. He had decided to walk, knowing that it would help him to stay in condition.

Betty was fussing around in the kitchen getting ready to prepare their evening meal. She had had one more drink with Arnie, as they had talked afterward… and she was still feeling lightheaded.

Hearing a step in the living room, she glanced through the door, expecting to see Arnie loaded down with grocery sacks… but it was not Arnie!

"Who…?" she started to say, when she heard the kitchen door open. Glancing behind her, she froze in terror, as she saw another man coming through that door toward her.

Her scream was muffled by a rough hand clamped over her mouth, as she was pinioned by the second man.

"Take her into the bedroom! Tie her up!" someone ordered.

She felt herself lifted, carried, then she was on the big, double bed, a gag stuffed in her mouth, while hard-handed men tied her to the bed. God! Who are they? Wh-What do they… w-want…?

"Say! She's quite a woman!" One of the men grinned, ogling her, then reached out to feel appreciatively of her breasts, free and unfettered under her dressing robe. She looked up, pleadingly, into hard eyes, seeing a blonde man, with a scar on his forehead. Behind the hardness of those merciless eyes, she saw lust… and she knew. H-He wants me!

"Pearson's not here!" the leader snapped.

She swiveled her eyes around to see that he was a short, square man, with very white hair. N-No… I'm wrong! They're looking for Arnie! Then, she remembered. He had told her some people were trying to find him… And, they have!

"How about having a little fun with his wife… while we're waiting for him to show?" the third man in the bedroom suggested.

They think I-I'm Arnie's wife…!

The white-haired man looked down at her, then reached down to pull her dressing robe open, revealing her nakedness to all three pair of lewdly staring eyes. "Hell… why not?" he grunted. "Arnie's not going to be any use to her… or anybody else… when we're through with him!"

Through fear-widened eyes she looked up at them and wig-wagged her head a violent NO. She tried to scream it, but the gag in her mouth muffled the sound. Rape! Rape! RAPE! The word ricocheted screamingly around inside her skull. A-All three of them…? Are all three of them… going into RAPE m-me…? Oh, my G-God… Then, another equally startlingly ironic thought:… And, they think I-I'm Arnie's wife! They're going t-to rape me… and I'm the wrong woman!

The white-haired man leaned over her, and she saw that he was not really old. "You can object all you want to… Mrs. Pearson… but you're going to get fucked… by all three of us… understand?"

Again, she flailed her head negatively.

Going on, he told her, "You can make it as easy… or as hard as you want! If you cooperate… you won't get hurt… but if you fight us… I can't guarantee anything!" Turning to the scar-faced man he said, "Untie her legs, Jack… for starters!"

"Okay… Warren… but what if Pearson comes back while we're throwing a fuck into his wife…?" Jack queried.

"Just keep your guns handy… after all, they're three of us, with guns! He wouldn't stand a chance!" Warren answered.