Thread: Blackmailed!  (Jack Stalker and Crazy Writer)

BLACKMAILED! Hugh Jackson was a corrupt member of a law firm, one who had discovered that more cases came his way when other perhaps more skilled lawyers were discovered to be operating against the best interests of the firm. Rosamund Parker had always been a problem, until he discovered that she had dealing in illegal stock sales that would put her away for a long time. Naturally his first instinct had been to sell her out, turn her in, see her thrashed out of her job and humiliated. Then the reality of the situation struck him, he had been wanting to fuck her, along with every other man on the company payroll, ever since he had laid eyes on her. The hot blonde forty something had the body of a woman half her age and the looks to slay any competition. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to strip her down and defile her flesh, make her pay for getting in his way and obstructing his progress, make her understand that this was a mans world. If she wanted to get ahead in it then she needed to understand, she needed to know that the only power she had to achieve that goal was using the tight hot cunt between her thighs. It had been less than a week of having a hard cock, blue balls and endless fantasies about fucking her brains out, before he had her on camera committing the crimes which would give him all the power he needed over her. Now, if she wanted to stay in her job and out of jail, he as good as fucking owned her. He sent her copies of the damming evidence and some instructions to her home, so it was waiting for her when she got home from work one evening. He could imagine her sitting there, looking at the photos which showed her making illegal sales on company time with company data. He had taken the opportunity to jerk off while editing the footage of course, watching her moving around in her' fuck me' dress and heels, looking like the little cock teasing rape fantasy lawyer that she was. He had a feeling that her age and experience would mean that she was capable of withstanding what he had in mind for her. Manipulating her over the internet, before taking her any damn way he wanted. His cock stretching every hole in her body, his hands grasping at her throat, her hair, her tits. Her pliable and nubile body bent and twisted to his will, as he fucked her hard and rough, abusing her flesh to indulge his pleasures and his fantasies. He had no intention of simply playing with her, he intended to plunder her flesh and fuck the living shit out of her, perhaps before the night was through. He knew he would have been able to take her through normal means, but blackmail and dominance was far more exciting, far more satisfying. No need to waste time with dates and casual interaction, it was straight to the fun, straight to the fucking. The instructions she received would send her to an expensive penthouse suite he had arranged, in one of the top hotels in the city. It was a sprawling mini apartment rather than a simple room, with a spacious four poster bed, a huge living room with curved couches and state of the art entertainment centres, an expansive bathroom and a balcony with a Jacuzzi. He already had an outfit waiting there for her, an obscenely short little black 'fuck me' dress and a pair of six inch 'rape me' heels, to go along with the tight fitting black leather choker and lace panties. It was finished off with a pair of tan silk hold up stockings, with rear seams and bows. The dress was just long enough to look decent when standing, but would ride up past the stocking tops to expose her thighs if she sat down in it. There was also a coat there, a long dark ankle length number which might imply the possibility of her being sent elsewhere. Of course that was only if he was so inclined. He was going to be in the connecting apartment, after all, watching her through the lap top cameras which were installed at the bottom of the bed on an oaken chest and in the living room giving a cool view of the couch from the widescreen TV which covered one wall. The entire place was dominated by a theme of black leather, with white curtains and carpets, except the bedroom, which was wood and white silk with transparent lace scattered throughout. Well lit for his purposes of course. The note next to the clothing, laid out on one of the couches was simple. A champagne flute and strawberries were close by to the note, which said simply. Lock the door. Have a drink. Eat a strawberry. Then go into teh bathroom, strip down and dress in these items. You will then return and sit on the couch facing the TV, with your feet in the taped areas on the carpet This would ensure that her legs were spread wide and her dress would ride up to obscene levels. You will obey further instructions issued to you through the TV screen in text form. You will do this until I am satisfied that you have paid me back, for your constant cock teasing behaviour and your insufferable insolence in thinking you could get away with making illegal sales from your own company. Failure to obey my instructions will be punished. Once complied with, words would appear on screen Your first task will be simple. I want to see your fingers dripping with your fluids. The globules dripping from them, to fall and soak into the carpet at your feet. I can see you and I can hear you and you will not react to anything else which might occur around you. You have ten minutes. Ten minutes to soak your fingers in your fluids and explain to me, while doing so, why I shouldn't have you arrested as a thieving insolent little whore The TV displayed a picture of her at the illegal computer where the deed was done, along with a slow constant ticking sound He wondered how far she would go, after all she might simply spit on her fingers, or juice up her fingertips without pushing herself close to or over the edge. How depraved was she?