Peter Jensen - The blackmailed wife

"And here, my lovely Ann, is my prized collection." He opened a large closet and she could see at least fifty pairs of brief panties of every type and color.

"There are mementos of my previous guests," he explained. "Yours will add to it. I hope you have chosen them well."

He patted Ann familiarly on her buttocks and she shrank away, repulsed by his touch.

"Now, now, my dear, don't be frightened," Max coaxed softly. "We're going to get to know each other very well tonight so we must start out on the right foot. You don't want me to get angry, do you?" He patted his robe where he had placed the envelope. "Come back to the playroom, and I'll explain the rules of our little game."

Ann followed meekly, her eyes glued to the envelope he was carrying in his hand. He opened a small door that looked like a wall safe and pressed a button. A thin nylon rope descended from a hole in the mirrored ceiling directly above the bed. He made her stand upon the bed on her tip-toes until she could just touch it with the tips of her fingers. He then made her get off and lowered it further, attaching the envelope to it with a clip. He pressed another button that drew it almost up to the ceiling again Ann could see a small clock within on which he turned dials carefully.

"There we are, my dear," he smiled, closing the small door and locking it. "The envelope will descend one foot every six hours. According to your height, you will be able to reach it when it has dropped four feet. When I'm unhappy, I'll turn it off until I'm pleased again. That will stop its motion completely. We can tell how much time you've worked off by this clock on the wall. Clever, don't you think?"

"But that's twenty-four hours," Ann cried, never expecting this. She knew she would be subjected to horrible indecencies and she had prepared herself to suffer them for Dave's sake, but twenty-four hours!

"You – you can't make me stay that long," pleaded Ann. "I can't do it."

"There, let me fill your glass, my dear, I told you that you would have to work to get them back. Remember, they are expensive pictures."

While he poured her drink, Ann could see the brown packet hanging teasingly above her, so close, but an eternity of degradation away.

She drained the glass immediately and Max poured her another, obviously anxious to lessen her inhibitions. The second went down almost as quickly and she could feel the dull conscience-killing feeling coming over her.

"I think its time to make the addition to my collection, Ann, don't you? I want to take them off, lie back on the edge of the bed."

Ann sat tipsily on the edge of the bed. The alcohol was beginning to affect her now and her muscles felt sluggish. She had a little trouble controlling her own movements and her head whirled. Revulsion shivered through her nerves as she felt his hands gently push her back on the ermine-covered bed. Her feet dangled, almost touching the floor. Through alcohol-glazed eyes she could see in the ceiling mirror her own figure lying below. The top of Max's bald head was bent above her feet. She shut her eyes tightly as she felt his fleshy palms slowly pushing her knees apart and slide hotly up the inner softness of her thighs under the dress. She jerked involuntarily as they passed the protective covering of her long hose and moved, butterfly-like across the sensitive, white flesh between her stocking tops and her sheer black panties. Max's breath was coming in heavy snorts as his fingers made light contact with the thin band between her legs. She groaned helplessly as his fingers rummaged on the outside, pushing the softness of the smooth material into the thin, quivering slit of her vagina. He played tingly, his fingers pulling gently at the soft pubic hair that protruded from the leg bands.

His index finger slipped suddenly under the tight elastic and flicked at the moist red opening beneath, bringing another protesting groan from her. The humiliation was awful. His face was even with the bed between her knees peering greedily up her dress. She could feel his eyes feasting lewdly on the secret parts between her legs that belonged to her husband and no one else. Parts she had protected just for him and which now had become her shame. Tears streamed in tiny rivulets as the helplessness of her position leaped through her confused mind. She struggled to her elbows, determined to stop the lewd outrages he was visiting upon her unwilling body but the sudden sight of the small brown envelope dangling above choked back the sounds of protest rising in her throat. There was no hope, she had gotten herself into this and there was only one way she could get out of it. That was to submit to his sick demands until the horrible pictures had lowered within her reach. She could only hope it passed quickly before she lost her control and did something that would make him angry. The thought of those pictures among the sailors in San Diego – and at the Officer's Club – caused her to fall back in helpless submission. She had no choice, she had to submit to the revolting violation of her body to protect Dave.

She shut her eyes again as his hands pushed the hem of her dress to her hips and hooked the elastic band at the top of her panties.

"Lift your ass," he commanded, using the blunt word to remind her of his complete dominance.

Ann arched her back hesitantly, feeling the smooth nylon drawn slowly over her voluptuous, rounded hips and thighs exposing the whole of her soft, down-covered crotch.

"Mmmmm, a real blond I see," his fat lips smacked in appreciation. "You're the first I've had in quite a while."

The sheer black panties stuck at her knees. He pulled fruitlessly for a second and then commanded her to lift them. The panties slipped easily to the floor as her knees rose, taking the pressure from the backs of her thighs. Max picked them up quickly and eyes closed, she could hear him nuzzling and kissing them sickenly above her. He cooed over them as though they were some sacred object, rubbing their smooth softness over his cheeks and face, his eyes bulging at the tingling contact.

"You chose well," he purred, "they'll make a beautiful addition to my little collection. I don't get them all quite so easily you know. Sometimes they fight and I must use other means of persuasion. I'm so glad we understand each other."

As the full impact of what he was saying registered in Ann's mind he disappeared with her panties into his trophy room. She realized now that she was at the mercy of a hopelessly sick degenerate. God! What terrible things would he force upon her as the price for the return of the pictures? If she could only run, if there was only somewhere to hide! But there was none and she still had her price to pay. Before her thoughts could go any further she heard the soft approach of his feet across the thick carpeted floor.

"They fit beautifully into their place, my darling," he said, his voice taking on a softness toward her now. "I want to see the rest of you. Sit up and let me undress you."

Ann struggled to sit, quickly, her mind still on the envelope swinging above them. She closed her eyes again as he hurriedly unzipped her dress and lifting her buttocks slightly, peeled it from her. Then came her bra and he whistled in admiration as the large, rounded spheres emerged. He kissed them hungrily and Ann cringed as the rubbery lips traced their moist path to the tips, hardening them in spite of her revulsion. Nervous beads of sweat began to roll from Max's face as his fat wet palms glided unimpeded over the firm contours, cupping and kneading them brutally until Ann cried out from the pain and humiliation.

Max dropped to his knees again and running his hands the full length of her slim well rounded legs playing indecisively for a few moments with the snaps of her garters.

"Let's leave them, shall we my love?" he said in an almost whisper, his eyes roaming greedily over her naked flesh. "I like my women with garter belts and stockings. They appear so much more sensual."