Peter Jensen - The blackmailed wife

She drew further from the tantalizing weed, holding it long – long – until it felt as though her lungs would burst from the delicious pressure being exerted upon them – glass on the table – a hairpin – she could feel within herself anything she concentrated upon – the evil weed again took its toll upon the logic of her mind.

Even the soothing effect of the two hashish cigarettes she smoked didn't prepare Ann for the shock she received a few minutes later when Mr. Jason entered the room. She had thought she was prepared for the worst. She curled up in one of the chairs to wait resigning herself, with the aid of the drug, to another round of humiliation and anguish. She had watched the envelope dangling above – still an eternity away. She had heard the key in the door and felt the fear rising in her throat as it slowly began opening. There were two of them. One, Mr. Jason himself, looked like a weasel, his eyes close-set, feral. Mr. Jason was a small man with the sharp, evil look of a Chicago gangster. There was a certain coldness in his eyes as though he didn't have a human emotion in his small, wiry body. His companion looked like the typical bodyguard and was one of the hugest men she had ever seen. He must have been six and a half feet tall and weighed at least two-hundred and eighty pounds. It was all muscle too.

"Well, what have we here, my boy?" Mr. Jason whistled at his companion, as his eyes roamed lustfully over the naked curves of Ann's young, full body. "Old Max can really pick 'em. This'll be the easiest job he's ever given us."

"Yeh, Boss, he really can," the huge man answered in a thick eastern accent. "She looks like a tender one."

"She looks like just my style, Shorty," the small man said to the big one. "I don't know if there'll be anything left for you when I get through."

"Aw Boss, save a little. I can't pass this up."

"We'll see, boy, we'll see. Let's find out what she's made of first. Get me that long black flicker from the wall."

As the horrified girl watched, the big man went to the rack and unlocked it, taking a long black whip back to the other without saying a word to her. Jason made several trial cracks with it and then advanced on her.

"See this, dolly," he spat at her in his thick eastern accent. "I hope I don't have to use it too much. Max said you might be a little hesitant to play my kinda games."

Ann quivered in the chair, too frightened to move in spite of the inhibition-killing effect of the hashish. She knew she had to act the parts they desired or Max, behind the mirror, would never start the clock and she just had to get it going again and end this horrible ordeal before she lost her mind.

"Get on the floor and crawl for awhile, sweety," he said, beaming a sly look at his eagerly smiling companion. "I wanna see it all shake."

Ann quickly slumped to the floor by the chair on all fours and began moving in the humiliating position across the softness of the rung, afraid of the long black whip held menacingly in his hand.

"Faster, faster, you little bitch, Max said we was to teach you a little respect and we can't disappoint him, now can we?" he snarled at her and suddenly flicked the whip cracking across the room to catch her with just the tip on her left buttock.

Ann groaned piteously from the stinging pain and jumped to follow his commands more quickly now. She was sobbing under the utter degradation she was being subjected to, and worse, the humiliation of knowing there were others watching her every move from behind the huge mirror. Julia was probably there too, smirking with self-satisfaction in the knowledge that she had led her into this. God only knew how many others watched this subjugation to these two inhuman monsters Max had brought to humiliate her. She was moving as an automaton now, following the harsh commands as quickly as she could to avoid the singing lash that would snake through the air when she was just a little slow in carrying them out. Her buttocks were raw from the welts that had been inflicted upon them and with each further move she could feel the unbearable pain grow greater.

"Hew, Shorty," Jason suddenly said after he had driven her around the room several times on her knees. "Sit down on the chair over there, I'm gonna let you stretch those little lips for me. They don't look big enough to take a real cock."

Shorty snorted eagerly, and taking off his coat, reclined back in one of the ermine covered easy chairs by the bed.

"Now come on, baby. Give Big Daddy there some of those sweet little lips." He grinned eagerly, motioning for Ann to crawl to him.

She hesitated for just a second and the cruel lash sung through the air landing on her back with a harsh whacking sound. She jumped and almost leaped toward him on her hands and knees. He straightened his legs and spread them apart so she could crawl between, sliding down in the chair at the same time so that just his buttocks were resting on the forward edge. As Ann crawled between them he tangled his hands in her long blonde hair and pulled it down, grinding his crotch up at the same time against her face so that she could feel the hardness of his already-erect penis beneath the rough material of his pants. She closed her eyes in bitter submission, determined through her drugged haze that she would go through with it without a fight.

"Pull it out for me, chick," he hissed through leering lips, twisting her hair in his hands until Ann thought he would rip it from her head by the roots.

She reached forward hurriedly to do his bidding, anxious to escape the lash in the hands of Jason. She knew he was just waiting for the slightest excuse to punish her and she moved desperately to please them, fumbling with the zipper on his pants to release the giant throbbing cock underneath.

"Hurry it up, hurry it up," Jason shouted cruelly from behind her when she had difficulty in unzipping his fly. "Shorty's gonna cum in his pants before you even get there."

Finally, after she fumbled for another moment, the huge fleshy instrument burst into the air through the unzipped fly. Shorty grabbed her hand and wrapped it around the thick cudgel skinning it back so that the giant red-fleshed head popped out from the thick foreskin a scant few inches from her bulging eyes. Then, Shorty's hands were at her lips, opening her mouth, and the soft spongy flesh of his cock rubbed lightly against her teeth. She could see down the full length of the rigid member. It must have been as large as the one on the machine, a full eight inches long. She hesitated a moment, sickened by the thought of her mouth being used again as a receptacle of lust by a total stranger and of the lewd sperm he was going to pump down her unwilling throat but again the whip lashed through the air causing her to gasp for breath in pain. As her lips parted to suck in the cool air expelled by the sudden shock of pain in her quivering buttocks the thick pole of flesh rammed forward into the moist saliva of her mouth. She could feel the gland of the giant head sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from it filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent salty taste.

The hips on the chair began a slow undulation, the thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a wet sucking sound guided by his large meaty hands gripped tightly in her hair.

Jason moved close to them to watch the puffing of her cheeks as Shorty pushed up between her clasping lips. His grin widened with each grunt the big man made ramming into her helplessly trapped face. He dropped the whip on the floor by her kneeling body and ran his small rough hands over the smooth ivory flesh, allowing them to rove beneath to her full round breasts that pointed to the floor, tweaking and twisting the small buds of her nipples into hardness; then, running them back up the sides of her body over the hour-glass curves of her waist and hips. His fingers kneaded her flesh hungrily as he watched his companion's thick sword of flesh sawing into Ann's wide-stretched lips. It was an exciting picture, the kneeling girl's helpless face being held tight between the two huge hands, and a giant penis forcing its way in and out between her red, straining lips as she groaned in submission between his legs below.