William Davis - Blackmailed

Lying there, helplessly dominated, under her husband, Jay, she shed tears of pain, shock, humiliation, feeling as if she had been split in two, by the forcefully brutal entry. Worse, though, she wasn't able to understand his horrible reasoning… an insane reasoning that had led him to this unnecessary and cruel rape.

"Oh, God… Jay!" she groaned, as he had pressed her thighs back even farther and began to grind into her with animal-like, netting thrusts. "Take it… ea-easy…! Please… d-don't h-hurt me… any more…!" Oh, God… Why…? Why? WHY?

In Jay's drunken, alcoholic daze, he was in no mood for gentleness, as she lay under him, completely helpless… defenseless against his merciless ravishment. He pounded his huge thick cock into her with pulverizing force, while his hands roughly kneaded and dug into the softly resilient flesh of her breasts. She knew, without doubt, that his cruel hands were bruising the tender breast-flesh, and she whimpered in pain, beneath him.

Unmercifully, he thrust in and out of her now moistening cuntal sheath, paying absolutely no attention ho her wailing tears and pathetic pleadings, skewering her even harder to raise additional whimpers of pain with every goring in-thrust.

Then, up inside of her, she felt it; it was the kindling warmth of sexual arousal, and she found herself attempting to move her hips up against him, wanting his plunging cock, now. She was sore, her delicate tissues, inside her vaginal passage burning with the abrasions of his abrupt entry into her unprepared cuntal sheath. It hurt beyond reason… but still she felt suddenly afire with a great keening sensation that was growing with building pressure to an ecstatic sensuality. It seemed as though she could feel every hardened ridge of his ferally throbbing shaft… and it was getting bigger and bigger, expanding and pulsing deep inside her belly with every ramming stroke.

Her whole mind and body concentrated on it then. All she could think of was its enormity and the rapture it gave her, as he rampaged deep into her, his hardened cock seeming to soar high up into her, filling her completely with its potently turgid massiveness.

Betty couldn't believe that it could happen… lying beneath her husband… being forced, against her will – raped was the right word, she had decided – and being brought to the heights of rapture by it. God! It was building… building… and she knew it could happen…

But it didn't!

Suddenly, Jay stopped. He held himself rigid and immobile over her, his face contorted with a mask of pure lust as his expanding cock spewed forth its liquid cargo of hot, white sperm. She felt the jerking motion deep up inside her as his ejaculation pumped wildly to splash his cum deep up into her now hotly accepting vaginal passage.

"Oh, God… Jay… darling!" she wailed desperately. "Don't… st-top… now!"

She had squirmed her throbbing pussy up against him as she lay helplessly frustrated under her husband, trying to re-establish the lost rhythm… to regain the ramming potency of his hard cock deep up inside her. Then, she was clutching at him, as she realized that he had cum to his orgasm… and that now his hard tumescence would disappear… leaving his cock a flaccid, useless – to her – tube of softened male flesh.

"Darling… Darling… p-please… keep it up… a-and…"

"AAaauugh!" he grunted, concerned only with his own satisfaction, as he reveled in the ecstatic sensations of his spewing cock.

Then, her husband collapsed on top of her. He was relaxed, satiated, and no sooner had his head lowered to the pillow than he drifted off to sleep, his hardened shaft of flesh, sunk deeply in her needful cuntal passage becoming rapidly detumescent… and there was nothing for Betty Ballard. Nothing!

Squirming from beneath Jay's sleep-deadened body, she rolled over to her side of the bed, shedding hot tears of real sexual frustration. OOoooh! I was getting… s-so close!

She lay there, wide-eyed, miserable, her abdomen blood-swollen and aroused, attempting to sort out her thoughts, but her mind whirled in chaotic disorganization. She was unable to pin down anything important… except that she knew now that everything in her marriage would come tumbling down. H-He threatened… t-to leave m-me…

Finally, after hours, it seemed, she slept fitfully, awakening once at daybreak to pull the sheet up over her snoring husband.

At mid-morning, when Jay finally got out of bed, showered and came into the kitchen where Betty was seated drinking a third cup of coffee, he was a different man… from the maniac, who only a few hours earlier had raped her, unmercifully.

"Good morning, darling," he said rather sheepishly, "I guess I really got a snoot full… last night…"

Betty looked up at her husband, unsmilingly, "You were drunker… than I've ever seen you!"

"I don't even remember driving home…" he said. "Lucky I didn't have an accident… or something…"

She looked up at him, disbelieving. "Y-You don't remember…?"

"No… I can't seem to remember anything… after about two on the morning… everything else is blacked out!"

"Then… you were drunker… even than I thought…!" My God! Then… he doesn't remember… wh-what he d-did to m-me…! She stared at him, not knowing what to say… or even to think.

"What's wrong… Betty?" Jay asked.

"N-Nothing… nothing at all…!" she said, covering up her astonishment. "What would you like to have for breakfast?"

"Some tomato juice… to start off with."

She had to believe it. He doesn't remember…!

But there is some truth… even in the words of a drunken man… And… he inferred… h-he was going to leave me…! But, maybe now… I've got another chance… t-to be… the kind of… loving wife… he w-wants me… to be!

"But you don't understand, Joan…" Arnie explained. "Harry's ironing out the details now… on the Championship bout… and it'll probably come off… in about two more months!"

"Then you are going to stay here… to train for it?" she queried, surveying him through dark grey eyes, her brow wrinkled in a frown.

"I have to… this's where Harry wants me to work out…"

"Well… do we have to stay here in Santa Monica?" Joan tossed her jet-black hair, as she swept her eyes around the apartment, Arnie had picked out for them.

"No… not really…"

"I'm going to find a place I like!"

"Do you mean… you're going to stay… this time?"

"Yes… darling… but I'm going to live in the kind of place I want… instead of this!" She was derisive.

"Okay… go ahead!" Arnie couldn't believe what he had heard. His wife was really going to stay with him… and maybe… just maybe, he could convince Harry that living like a normal man, with his wife, while he was training… wouldn't hurt him. Hell! Sex burns up less energy than boxing one round… and it'll sure make me a lot happier… to have Joan with me!

Of course, Arnie knew that his wife was headstrong, and that there was a strong streak of selfishness in her… but he overlooked those two things, in favor of something more positive, for Joan was definitely a sexy woman… beautiful almost to perfection, and she did try to please him… most of the time. That's why Arnie put up with the rest of it… otherwise… But, damn! Carla's something else… a real sex-pot!

Guiltily, he remembered what that little session with the hot blooded girl had resulted in… and he wasn't pleased with himself, at all! But, Christ… I was desperate… for a piece of ass! That's why he was so glad that Joan was going to stay with him. I won't have to go looking for it… It'll be right there… when I want it!

Arnie hadn't told Harry Nash about the blackmail thing… at least not yet; he was waiting to see what Jay Ballard would come up with, as far as finding out who it was… then, he'd turn it over to the police and the Boxing Commission. God damn it… if I told Harry… he'd blow it wide open… and I can't let him do that yet! Those damned goons said they'd kill me… if the police were brought in on it!