Peter Jensen - The blackmailed wife

Ann was completely naked now except for the sheer black silk stocking and the garter belt that was only a thin wisp of elastic around her lower hips. She had never felt so exposed in her life and again the burning wave of shame crept through her in spite of her vow to regain the photographs at any cost or humiliation. Nausea rose as his pudgy fingers petted and fondled at her soft yielding flesh, the harshness of his digging fingers leaving white, bloodless prints in their searching trail. Tears welled her eyes as he pushed her back on the bed. She fell passively, beyond resistance now and thinking only of the lewd envelope descending slowly down with each cruel minute that passed.

Max pushed her unresisting body to the center of the bed and Ann felt her arms lifted above her head and a quick pressure first on her left wrist and then on her right, not realizing until too late that they were leather bracelets. She jerked forward but her arms were held loosely above her head by small chains connected to the upper corners of the mattress.

"What are you doing?" she screamed when she realized belatedly what had happened. "Please let me loose! I promise I'll do anything you like, I promise!" she pleaded, tears of fear streaming down her cheeks as she struggled helplessly against her bonds, her stockinged legs kicking wildly about the mattress.

"I'm not going to hurt you, my dear," Max chortled above. "Just relax and remember, the clock stops if I'm not pleased."

Ann stopped her struggles as the threat sunk into her alcohol-dimmed mind and lay passive as he pulled her slim legs wide apart and attached her ankles to two similar chains at the bottom of the bed. She was completely helpless now and could see her limbs in the mirror above, fastened securely to the four corners of the large mattress. She closed her eyes tightly to fight off her quivering fear.

She shivered silently in the center of the bed, listening with bated breath as Max picked up something in the corner of the room. She didn't dare to open her eyes to look for fear of screaming and having him stop the clock. She couldn't stand having the agonies of her humiliation prolonged any further. She just wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. Again, she heard his feet padding back toward the bed and she held her breath, waiting with apprehension for his sweating palms to close over the soft flesh of her body. They didn't come.

Instead, she felt a light flicking through the soles of her stockings. Something was grazing torturously over the sensitive bottoms of her feet. She jumped against the chains that bound her in sudden surprise, her eyes jerking open and staring wildly around the room. Max was leaning forward in one of the chairs at the foot of the bed grinning lewdly down at her spread-eagle nakedness. He had one of the long feathered poles in his hands stroking with the sole of her widely stretched left foot.

The tickling soon began driving her mad. She screamed at the top of her lungs for him to stop and her body thrashed wildly against the binding chains. It was of no use. He continued the lascivious stroking slowly up her calves pausing at the sensitive inner thighs to rotate the feather in small, titillating circles against the soft bare flesh at the top of her stockings. Ann jerked her feet, stretching the chains their full length in an attempt to escape the maddening circles. Max smiled lewdly at the position it put her in. The outside of her knees were pressed flat against the mattress and she had drawn her thighs as far up the bed as the restrictive chains would allow, opening her crotch wide in a crab-like stance that exposed the moist pink slit of her vagina completely to his greedy eyes. He giggled, and thrust the tip of the soft full feather directly into the slightly parted pubic hair, jiggling it lewdly in the plainly visible lips of her tight, pink cunt. Ann was going out of her mind and writhed and tossed wildly against her bonds attempting to escape the insane torture her body was being subjected to.

"Oh, oh, please, please, stop, please stop! I-I can't – stand it – can't stand it!"

Still the teasing feather played at the tender parts of her vagina working its way up the full length of the narrow palpitating slit to her tiny throbbing clitoris and flicking at it maddenly until, with a sudden groan, Ann felt it begin a gentle involuntary jerking into hardness. She could hear Max laughing at the foot of the bed, her desperate pleadings driving him to manipulate the teasing feather faster.

He worked it slowly up over the mound of her genitals and across the flat white plane of her belly pausing for a moment and then up to the sides of her rib cage, playing tantalizingly with the soft, tender area under her arms. This almost drove Ann crazy and it was with relief that she felt it crawl up over her full ripe breasts and begin to gently caress the nipples into throbbing sensitivity. In spite of her revulsion toward the depraved little man subjecting her to these horrible indignities her feeling was slowly changing. Her cries of humiliation and torture tapered off into deep groans of forced pleasure. Her thrashing body quieted to slow helpless writhings of uncontrolled sensation. The feather slowed its flicking to soft gentle strokings that brought tingles of wicked pleasure to her body, exhausted from the struggles against the lewd torture. Small rivulets of sweat dripped from her torso wetting the softness of the ermine cover below her.

Tears of frustration again brimmed her eyes as she felt the control of her body slipping away. She had vowed she would never again allow it to betray her no matter how much temptation it might be subjected to, but the sheer hopelessness of her position and the feather in the hand of the master debaucher, violating all the sensitive, unprotected parts of her shackled form, were forcing her into helpless submission.

Against her will, her proud, firm breasts throbbed up into rock-hard roundness and the peaks tweaked up hungrily as the tantalizing feather made small delicious circles around the coral-white aureoles. As the maddening instrument began its downward journey again, she found to her fascinated horror her body reaching upward to absorb its soothing caresses. It dwelled long again on the whiteness of her belly and in the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, again causing a slow uncontrollable undulation of her rebellious hips and causing her again to draw her thighs back up into the crab position as far as the binding chains would allow. The split of her crotch was again wide-open to the leering, lust-crazed eyes of her tormentor below. With a lewd chuckle, he flicked the tip quickly without warning against the sensitive puckered ring of her anus, clearly exposed in the crevice between her full white buttocks. The tight, rubbery orifice jerked in surprise and tried to screw itself down into the mattress to escape the cruel soft probe.

"Aaaaagggg," she gasped between clenched teeth, "D-Don't! Please, please don't. I can't stand it – I can't stand it! It's driving me crazy!"

A sadistic laugh answered as she bucked and squirmed against the teasing probe of her clasping anus. She tried with all her strength to close her legs, but the chains held her tight. There was no relief.

"Oh, p-please, p-please, ooooh, ooooh, stop, stop, stop!" she grunted, squirming as though being tortured by fire. "You're killing me, you're killing me!"

"Would you rather be fucked, my dear?" Max hissed softly, increasing the pressure slightly against her anal orifice.

"No! No!" She groaned piteously.

A quickening of the flicking feather.

"Aaaagggh, I-I mean yes! Y-Yessss," she hissed helplessly. "Anything, anything, but stop. Oh God, please stop!"

As suddenly as it began, the tortuous tickling lifted from between her legs. Ann's straining muscles relaxed in relief, her body exhausted from fighting against her bonds and a thankful gasp of grateful warm air rushed from her lips. But only momentarily, as the thought of what she had screamed in her mad attempt to escape the torture returned to her mind. Her body had failed her again, and now he was going to do it to her, too, like all those faceless men had in Tijuana. He was going to fill her belly with his lewd cum until she screamed in surrender. He would show her no mercy, she knew that. She knelt he would pick and pull at her helplessness until he had utterly destroyed her will to resist. He would crush her pride like stepping on a helpless butterfly fluttering in agony on the street. Her eyes looked with glazed longing at the small brown packet dangling a thousand miles above her tortured form and she fought back the urge to scream at him and curse his wickedness. She had to have that packet, she just had to. There was no other choice.