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(Note: I am not the author, I am only the decoder.

There are two separate stories called "Blackmailed Wife".  I will be 
reposting both of them, as BM1 and BM2.

If you are the author of this piece, I would like to get your name
connected
to your work in our archives, so you get the credit you deserve in all
future
reposts.  Please email me.)




                              BlkMldWf.zip - 11/17

                              The Blackmailed Wife
                                   Chapter 11

      The darkened room with the blinds drawn looked vaguely familiar
and she
knew she had seen it before somewhere.  But what was she doing in it?
This
wasn't her apartment.  Then she remembered.  Of course, we came to
Tijuana
yesterday.  It's my hotel room.  Ann started to move in the bed, and
then felt
the excruciating pain.

      "Ohhh," she groaned aloud.  "What's happened to me?"

      Her head felt strangely thick and it was difficult to think. 
Avery
muscle in her body seemed to be tied in tiny knots.  She lay still for a
moment
-- then she recalled the horrible dream she had last night.

      That obscene sickening show -- all those men -- Julia's voice
encouraging
them on...

      The impact suddenly hit her.

      "My God, it happened!"

      In spite of the pain, she sat up quickly.  Questions began to run
through
her head faster than her muddled mind would check them -- how did I get
home?
Who dressed me? -- it's my nightgown I'm wearing!  Why did it happen? 
Why,
why?

      She stumbled from the bed and lurched heavily to the bathroom
mirror,
looking into it quickly.

      "My God," she moaned, "it did happen, it wasn't a nightmare!" 
Heavy
lines marred her fresh, young skin.  Her eyes were sunk deeply into her
head as
though she had aged years since yesterday.

      She looked down.  Her body was a mass of bruises that centered
around her
breasts and inner thighs.  Her breasts were almost raw and even the soft
nylon
gown rubbing against the tips sent sharp waves of excruciating pain
through
them.  She suddenly vomited, sobbing hysterically.

      "Oh, it didn't happen, it didn't, it just couldn't," she babbled
incoherently over and over to herself, still hanging over the basin.
"I'll ask
Julia, she'll tell me it didn't happen, she'll tell me it didn't
happen."

      "Julia, Julia!" she screamed hysterically, half staggering, half
crawling
to the living room.

      There was no answer.  She could see the door to Julia's room was
open and
the bed immaculately made.  The maid had already cleaned it.

      Ann looked at the clock, it was five o'clock in the afternoon, she
had
slept the entire day!

      She collapsed on the couch, sobbing hysterically.  After a few
minutes,
she saw the envelope on the coffee table.  It was addressed to her and
she
picked it up and hesitantly opened it.  There was just a short note
inside but
it said a million words:

      Ann, darling I'm letting you sleep.  I'll be back about six.
Incidentally, you were the hit of the party last night.  I didn't
realize you
had such hidden talents, dear.

      Love, Julia

      Then it was true, it hadn't just been a bad dream and it had been
Julia
who had led her into it and encouraged Carlos and Ramon and God only
knows how
many others to do those terrible, depraved things to her.  What
possessed Julia
to do such a thing?  What did she have against her?  Ann had trusted her
--
accepted her as a friend and protector.  True, she hadn't accepted many
of the
invitations Julia had offered but that couldn't possibly have offended
her that
much...

      Ann pondered these things, unable to answer any of the questions
that
still ran through her mind.

      One thing for certain, she couldn't face Julia or the others again
She
had to leave before they returned.  She phoned the desk.

      "This is Mrs. Morrow, can you tell me when the next bus leaves for
San
Diego?"

      "Si, Senora, they leave every half an hour.  You can take one
anytime,"
the voice answered.

      "Would you please send someone up for my bags in fifteen minutes,
then.
I'll be leaving," Ann said.

      "Right away, Senora.  Do you want a taxi?"

      "Yes, please."

      In spite of the pain through her body, Ann managed to dress and
pack her
bags quickly.  She was spurred by the thought Julia might return and Ann
just
could not be there to face her, she had to get away.

      She made it, and with a sigh of relief she settled back in the
soft
Greyhound bus seat.  She couldn't help but compare the difference in her
feelings today and yesterday.  She could remember the elation she had
felt when
they had arrived.  It was her chance to relax and release a few of the
tensions
she had built up worrying about Dave.

      True, she had been a bit upset with the boy who had reached in the
car
and brazenly squeezed her breast but that had passed quickly.

      She had entered this hateful city a faithful wife, who loved her
husband
more than anything else, and was leaving it as a woman who had been used
by
other men -- she didn't even know how many -- to fulfill their obscene
desires.
Worse yet, she had been betrayed by her own body that had bucked and
twisted in
its own lustful fulfillment beneath its attackers.

      She wondered what warped thing in Julia's mind could have caused
Julia to
lead her into that perverted party last night... and worse, stand by and
encourage it while her drugged body had been subjected to the most
depraved
indignities.

      Perhaps it was something in human nature that enjoyed seeing the
humiliation of others -- she remembered for the first time her own
reaction
when she had seen Julia rocking in uncontrollable passion beneath Pete's
slavering mouth and tongue.  She had been repulsed at first, but then
had
stayed and watched in fascination, unable to tear her eyes away until
her own
unleashed desires had permitted Carlos to lift her away and take
possession of
her hungry body.

      She tried to think more about it but the soft drone of the bus
engine and
her still-exhausted body conquered her mind.  She would rest first and
then try
to make some sense out of the awful twenty-four hours she had just
experienced.
She slept heavily in the soft comfort of the seat -- her mind quiet for
the
moment.


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