Thread: Blackmailed!  (Jack Stalker and Crazy Writer)

Hugh unzipped himself as he watched the screen in front of him, a hundred inches of monitor which showed Rosamund in explicit and excruciating detail as she moved about in the suite next door to his. His cock was a hard rigid pole, the thick shaft lined with bulging veins and topped with a fat glistening knob, a cock head which was already weeping with pre cum, the secretion streaking down the length of his rod until it pooled against his balls. He had never been so hard, even when he had been previously thinking about her and what to do with her. He refrained from touching himself, as he wasnt sure if he would be able to control himself and was determined that, tonight at least, his first orgasm was going to be inside one of her tight holes or against her warm flesh. He wondered how she would react when she saw who was behind her dilemma, who was responsible for bending and twisting and warping her to his will. Not that he cared, all he wanted was to see her humiliated, bent to his depraved and sordid commands. Forced to obey and follow his commands, dragged down to the base level of debauchery which existed within everyone. He wanted her to experience what it was like to be reduced to a fuck toy for a craven and animal like beast of a an, someone who saw her only as a piece of meat to be fucked and abused, to be driven to the edge and beyond in the service of her master. Rosamund was nothing but a cunt an ass a mouth and a soul, all of which needed to be forced into submission before him, forced to cater to and fuel his needs and lust. Her perfect flesh had been denied him for far too long. He was having it, taking it, sinking into it this night. He spoke as she returned to the couch. His voice translated to words on the screen as well as a deep resonating bass which filled the room from the speakers. It was disguised enough to distort his perhaps known sound, but perfectly clear its dominating tone and harsh edge. Obedience is what I seek Rosamund. Obedience from you if you seek to remain free and rich and able to enjoy the riches you work towards. Obedience. It's a simple thing yet already you have disobeyed. With disobedience comes punishment, with obedience comes reward, though for me, both will be enjoyed and savoured. he told her with a crooked grin smeared across his features, one which could clearly be heard in his cocky and confident tone as he paused to take a sip of ice water. His gaze raped her as she sat there, fucking her with his invisible stare as he watched her beneath the merciless lens of his cameras. The cameras were large, advanced, expensive. They whirred and hummed as they moved, shifting to focus on her thighs as he watched her spread her legs and lick her fingers. She would have been able to spot the within a few moments, and know exactly where and what they were looking at. There was no need to hide them, he wanted her to know they were there, that he was watching her. His teeth clenching and a hiss of appreciation emerging as he watched her intently. You were instructed to go into the bathroom to change, to afford you some privacy. Instead you sought to immediately display yourself within the bedroom. An interesting choice Rosamund, perhaps you seek punishment, perhaps it's been too long since you have been properly and brutally fucked, by someone who is uninterested in your dominance, or your false enjoyment. You need to be fucked by someone who is going to make you moan, genuinely, moan or suffer. Perhaps you need to be punished to suffer, I suppose we will find out soon enough. he growled. Her words were inconsequential and expected. Naturally he had access to far more than the information he had against her, still it brought a grin to his face as she tried to claw back some control. What I want has already been stated. Obedience. You are a slave to your job, your position, your wealth. You will obey, in the end, because you have no wish to lose it. For me the issues and needs are simple. I want your flesh your moans, your wet cunt, your tight ass and your warm juicy mouth... and you will give the to me when and as I see fit or you will spend your life in a jail cell, surrounded by squalor and degradation far in excess of anything you might experience here. do not delude yourself or swim in denial. You have no control here. None. In the end even your pleasure will be dictated by me. he growled in response, a reassuring and arrogant tone dripping from every word as he watched her. I have been watching you for months. Your end will be slow, agonizing and torturous, not merely ended with one phone call. You will suffer or submit. We both know what you want, what you really wish to do. You don't want to be ruined, left destitute, nothing more than a worthless whore in some run down hell of a jail. You can still have what you want, except that in order to get it you have to give in to one man, the man who beat you. The man who now holds your reins. he chuckled slightly, mocking, direct. His erection jutting directly upwards as he sat there, thicker and longer than ever as it swelled at the sight of her. He waited until she finished her brief display, shaking his head. Disappointing. Look under the couch. You will find a box there. You will select the items numbered two and six. You will then stand up and turn around, so you are facing the back of the couch. You will drag up your dress until it is tight about your hips, then bend over. Your feet will be placed back on the indicated spots, spreading your ankles apart as you display yourself for my viewing pleasure. You will then tug aside your lace panties and use the items on yourself. First two, then six. You will continue to use six until the beat from the television stops. This will be viewed as satisfactory punishment for your insolence. Failure to comply will result in one of your own blackmail victims being freed from your control. There's no need to wonder how. Your fate is in your hands now Rosamund. You can use your extremely attractive, cock teasing and fuckable body to get you out of this mess, or you can increase your agony. he hissed. Within the long velvet covered and lined box were ten items, packed into an insert. Numbered left to right they were... A small butt plug. A thick medium sized butt plug. A large butt plug. Lube. A small insertable vibrator. A paddle with a leather handle with a thick rubber pad. A many tailed flog. Nipple clamps. An electric wand. A gag connected to a collar. A beat with a gap every five seconds started up coming softly from the screen. I'm just another man you can manipulate, just another man you can fuck to get what you want. Keep telling yourself that Rosamund and you may come through this. You are experienced, resilient, these games are nothing compared to what a man would do to you if he got his hands on your tight hot flesh, are they? You know that, dont you? You know what men want to do with your cock teasing cunt, your tight little ass, your form fitting lips. You know what they want to do with your nipples, your clit, your tongue, you know how hard they want to fuck you every time they see you? How they fantasize about you when they are fucking their wives and whores? Now. Obey.