Peter Jensen - The blackmailed wife

They had moved to San Diego to set up house-keeping after Dave had received his orders stationing him there and had joined the social life with all the other officers and wives. The Friday night dances at the Officer's Club was about the extent of their going out other than bridge games at friends' houses and they settled down into the routine of married life. It had been wonderful and Ann had never been happier any time in her life.

Dave had proven to be the perfect husband in almost everyway. There were rumors about most of the other couples on the base but Ann and Dave had been able to stay aloof from this. It would have been difficult to even fabricate gossip about these two devoted young lovers. Ann remembered Mrs. Leary saying once they certainly typified her vision of what the Adam and Eve relationship must have been. That was before the serpent entered the garden, Ann thought, bitterly, and sipped more of her glass of Scotch.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the phone. How long had she been lying here thinking? She swung her legs over the edge of the couch and reached for the phone on the table next to it. She could feel the Scotch now and almost knocked over the lamp trying to turn on the light. She finally reached it and flooded the room with brightness. She looked at the clock on the mantle as she picked up the phone. It was almost midnight, she had been lying here for over five hours.

"Hello?" she said into the phone.

"Hello, Ann," a familiar feminine voice answered at the other end, "this is Julia."

Ann's heart skipped a beat and she said quickly, "Oh, Julia, I've been trying to reach you all day, I have the most wonderful news…"

"Yes, you sound like you've been celebrating, how much have you had to drink?"

"Not much," Ann answered guiltily, "I've just had a few shots while I've been lying here thinking."

"Well, don't think too much," Julia told her, "I called to remind you about the party out at Max's house tomorrow night."

"That's why I was trying to call you," Ann answered quickly, "I can't go, I got a cable from Dave this morning and he's coming home in ten days." She paused for a moment and then said, almost pleading, "Remember what you promised when he came home?"

There was a long pause at the other end of the line Ann held her breath silently praying. Those pictures could destroy hers and Dave's happiness, for the rest of their lives.

Finally Julia spoke, "Now, dear, he won't be home for ten days, we can talk about it tomorrow night at the party."

"Oh, please, Julia, please," Ann pleaded, "I can't go again! Not just before Dave comes home. I just can't!"

"Nonsense, dear, it won't hurt, what does one more time matter? He'll never know. Remember, I've always told you that what they don't know doesn't hurt them."

"I know what you said," Ann replied, "but I just can't do it to him, I've done too much already. Please – please, Julia. You promised."

"That's enough, Ann," the voice became harsh on the other end of the line. "I told you we would discuss it tomorrow night after the party – you wouldn't want those pictures to be waiting for Dave at the base when he returns, would you? Particularly not the one of you and that fat Mexican. You remember that one, don't you, my dear?" There a mocking tone to Julia's voice now.

"Julia, please, please!" Ann was whimpering into the phone and tears were streaming down her cheeks. "I'll do anything you say, just please, please give me those awful pictures before Dave comes home."

"See you tomorrow night, dear, and then we can make some arrangement. Don't you be all messy from crying, either. We have some important people down from Hollywood and Max wants to impress them – he's counting on you and if you're nice to his friends you may get them back."

There was a click at the other end of the line. Julia had hung up. Ann sobbed softly into the dead line for several minutes before she dropped the phone back into its cradle.

She fell limply back on the couch, reached for the half-full glass of Scotch and drained it straight down. Droplets ran loosely down the edge of her mouth. The burning sensation dulled her senses and she poured herself another… and later another… trying to forget she would have to go tomorrow night for Dave's sake if nothing else.

She couldn't bear for him to know the depths to which she had sunk and the degradation she had been forced to endure while he was gone. It would destroy his love for her.

She poured the last of the Scotch, drained her glass and slumped over on the couch. Her loose robe fell open to expose the lush, ripe beauty that was the cause of all her troubles. Unconsciousness swept over her, blocking out the horrible memories. But, it was not long until the dreams came – dreams she had endured for what seemed an eternity and yet had been only a few short months… even in her sleep she suffered from the curse of beauty…

"Oooohhh, not so deep, Max, not so deep!" the slim, well built woman moaned from the thick rug in the center of the floor.

"You'll become accustomed to its my dear," the fat, insipid-looking man sitting in the chair above her gloated, "I remember a few months back when you could only take half this much."

He leered down at her spread-eagled form with a sadistic light in his eyes. This was the way he liked his women, lying at his feet, completely under his domination. She was doing well, this one, and she enjoyed it almost as he did, though of course the favors he heaped upon her such as a luxury apartment, sports car, and whatever else within reason that she might want, did help to keep her under his control.

He flicked the long pole slightly harder sinking the large rubber phallus on the end of it half an inch deeper into her wide-open cunt, bringing another low moan from her lips. His beady, searching eyes studied the expression, half pleasure, half pain, on her face and traveled down the length of her slim, ripe body to her upturned crotch that was presented to his view so beautifully.

She was holding both legs back with her straining hands, her knees pressed tightly back into her firm, rounded beasts. He could see the moist, red flesh of the lips of her vagina clasping tightly around the huge rubber cudgel he had buried deep up inside her. It was at least two inches in diameter and stretched the hair-lined slit wide until the tiny, rosy bud of her clitoris could be seen clearly, glistening and standing out just above where the instrument was skewered into her cunt.

It was a sight he relished, seeing this woman take such a monstrous cock inside her. He had brought her along slowly, stretching it a little each day until now she could take the largest size he had in his collection. Perhaps, he gloated, he should have one made that was just a little larger. He could really subjugate and defile her with that. Ah, but that was for the future, the woman was ready now for the final drive to completion. He could tell by the way she raised her buttocks up when he withdrew the rod that she was near orgasm. He switched the vibratory button to the "on" position and the small electric motor attached to the handle whirred into life, moving the pole in short, quick jerks into her moist, throbbing orifice. She groaned wildly and thrashed her head from side to side on the rug as he continued the long hard strokes in and out, leaving it sunk all the way inside for a few seconds on the in-stroke so that she might feel the full of effect the pulsating vibrations deep in her quivering belly. Her body bucked beneath the mechanical lover as though it were on fire and he watched with undisguised glee as her firm, fleshy breasts jiggled and shook as they jerked into contact with her up-held knees. Her body quivered and shook as though some demon had entered and taken complete possession of it.