Message-ID: <3347eli$9708250934@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/3347.txt> From: Bookman <readebks@wolfenet.COM> Subject: RP: Spamhater Decoded: Blackmailed Wife 1--13 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <34009CF5.D7@wolfenet.com> (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 - 13/17 The Blackmailed Wife Chapter 13 Ann returned to San Diego on Tuesday. She decided for Dave's sake she had to get the other copies of those pictures at all costs. Perhaps, she could make them understand -- she was certain she could, if she could just talk to Julia. She would explain about Dave and how he was and what their plans were for the future. She just knew she could make Julia understand. She had tried to reach her by phone all Tuesday night and Wednesday but she was absent from the store and there no answer at her apartment. Late Wednesday afternoon, in desperation, she had gone over to her apartment, but Julia was nowhere to be found. Ann was beginning to panic. It was seven-thirty and she still hadn't contacted Julia. She would have to go to Max's house. She dreaded this more than anything in the world but she just had to be there. She knew they wouldn't hesitate to send the photographs to Dave if she didn't. She poured herself a glass of scotch and drank it down after she stepped from the shower. Then, the phone rang. Julia's voice was on the other end. "I'm glad you came back, dear. Max would have been most unhappy if you hadn't." "Julia, I've got to talk to you," Ann pleaded. "You don't understand my position. "It's too late now, dear, but remember this, you had better be real good to Max. He has the photographs and he might give them to you if you please him -- and don't be late, he won't like it." "But Julia..." Ann cried almost desperately. "Another thing," Julia interrupted, "Max likes brief, black underthings. Wear those new ones you've been saving for Dave." With that Julia hung up. Ann was shaking violently after talking to Julia. Now she was desperate to get the pictures back. She drank another shot of Scotch to give her courage; put on the panties and bra Julia suggested. They were sheer and she wanted to wear them the night of Dave's homecoming -- but now it would not be possible. Over these, she put on a thin clinging white silk cocktail dress that accentuated the tan she had been cultivating at the lake these past two weeks. She took a last look at herself in the mirror and a last shot of Scotch. The sun had bleached her hair a more golden color then it had been in months and it contrasted beautifully with the healthy bronze of her skin. She wanted to be as alluring as possible in hope she could convince Mr. Schroeder to give her the pictures without compromising herself too much. Julia's words haunted her all the way to his house, "If you please him enough, if you please him enough." * * * Ann's taxi stopped at a beautiful spacious home built in Spanish style and reminded Ann disconcertingly of Mexico. It was quiet and there were no other cars around. She had a momentary sense of panic and wanted to tell the driver to take her back to the city but her desire to recover the pictures overcame it. She gathered her courage and rang the bell. A white-uniformed butler answered and led her into the large sunken living room. Ann's breath was taken away for a moment; almost half the room was occupied by a large emerald-green swimming pool that extended into it from the patio. A waterfall cascaded down one rock wall and bubbled into the pool. This, coupled with the magnificent tropical plants about the room, gave it the appearance of an island paradise. "Mr. Schroeder will be down shortly," the butler announced. "Shall I serve Madam a martini?" "Yes, please," Ann answered. She wanted something that might still the nervous trembling of her body. She had expected others to be here, particularly Julia, and she didn't know what to do to face Max alone. Her carefully-planned speeches to Julia were useless. She gulped at the large martini the butler brought her, hoping it might infuse new ideas and confidence into her to replace that destroyed by the sudden change of circumstances. She had almost finished when heavy nasal breathing came from behind her. She almost jumped from the couch in surprise, but alcohol had slowed her reactions enough that she couldn't get up before he spoke. "Well, my dear, you've finally come," he said mockingly. "I've waited a long time for you to accept one of my invitations." "I -- I just came to get those pictures, Mr. Schroeder," Ann blurted, trembling. He walked slowly around to sit down by her, leering at her ripe young, body as he did -- lips quivering in anticipation. "Of course, my dear Ann -- you don't mind my calling you Ann, do you?" "No, no I don't," she said quickly, afraid. "Then you call me Max," he said not taking his eyes from her body. "I think we shall get along well." "Sidney!" he called to the butler. "Another martini for Mrs. Morrow and a soda and ice for me. I don't drink; ulcers you know, from the pressures of business." The butler appeared immediately with the drinks and Ann took hers quickly. The first one, on top of the Scotch she had at home, had begun to dull her senses slightly, but she welcomed that. She could see already from the way Max's eyes roved over her hungrily it would not be easy to accomplish her purpose. She was going to need all the courage she could muster, from a bottle or not. "Now, Ann, let's talk business," Max said softly. "I've got something you want -- and you've got something I want. I think we should make a straight business trade." "Mr. Schroeder," Ann said, the drinks giving her courage a slight lift, "you don't understand. Julia said I just had to come here to get the pictures, and that's all I want." "Young woman," Max's voice grew cool, "I spent a lot of money to get those pictures -- you're going to work to get them back." "What -- what do you want of me?" Ann's voice faded to a whisper. "You know very well what I want but perhaps not now. You see, I have very special tastes and it takes a very special kind of girl to fulfill them. I think you could be that special girl, Ann." "Me, I-I don't know anything -- I-I've never made love to anyone but my husband before except once. I-I just couldn't, Mr. Schroeder, honestly I couldn't," Ann stammered. "You can try," Max coaxed, thick lips shining from licking them. "No, please, I can't, I just can't, I won't do anything." Ann started to get up but he grabbed her arm tightly. "Well, my pretty young innocent, let's just see what you will do and won't do." He pulled the package of pictures from his robe pocket and began shuffling them "Let's consider what Lt. Morrow would like to see best," he gloated. "Here, what about this one?" He thrust the lewd thing in front of Ann's face. It was one with she and Ramon. She was spread-eagle on the bed, her heels pressing tightly into the mattress. Her hands were tangled in his hair, pulling his face tightly between her wide-spread thighs where he was paying her ultimate homage with lips and tongue. Every sinew in her body was straining for the final physical achievement. Her mouth was open and her face contorted with crazed, raw lust. "Or what about this one, how would he like this?" Max chuckled obscenely as he tormented the girl with one after another of the lewd photographs, describing in degrading detail Ann's actions in each. His breath was heavier now, apparent that the pictures and the humiliation he was inflicting upon her made him desire her even more. He watched her grimaces of recollection closely as he described a particular picture, holding it before her to make certain she was following his commentary in detail. Then he came to the one with two men. "This is a real gem," Max tormented. "Julia said you really enjoyed this combination. The lieutenant would be most pleased to know his wife is spending her time furthering her education and making new friends while he's away. Don't you agree, my dear?" He smiled lewdly at her. Ann's head reeled from the humiliation of sitting here with this vile fat man while his beady eyes absorbed every action on the glossy prints. She was almost sick from the degrading monologue he uttered using the most obscene words imaginable in his lurid descriptions of them. She attempted one last desperate act of bravado, hoping to frighten him into giving her the prints and letting her go. She looked him coldly in the eye, her courage spurred by desperation and alcohol. "I'm leaving right this minute, Mr. Schroeder and I'm going to bring the police back with me. You know blackmail is against the law." "My dear," he said after a short silence. "I would simply tell them you come here often and became angry when I wouldn't double your price." "They -- they would never believe you. I've never even gone out with another man," Ann said angrily. "Don't be naive, Ann dear, if I give the word, prints of these pictures could be sold in every bar in San Diego by tomorrow. I could even make certain the Officer's Club had a few sets. I'm certain they would find a good market. It would then be the word of a respectable businessman against that of a girl who poses for dirty pictures." "You wouldn't dare!" Ann said, standing up suddenly, "you wouldn't dare!" Max leaped to his feet and slashed his heavy palm brutally across Ann's face knocking her back on the couch. Tears sprang to her eyes and a slight trickle of blood appeared at one corner of her mouth. "Don't ever say I wouldn't dare anything, my dear," he shouted angrily at her, spittle spraying in her face. "If you want these pictures, I'll be waiting upstairs in the second room on the right. It's your last chance you little bitch and I'm tired of wasting my time. Sidney, bring Mrs. Morrow another martini," he called to the waiting butler. Ann sat in a state of shock and watched him disappear up the stairs. She dabbed lifelessly at the trickle of blood with the wet cloth Sidney had brought her. What could she do? Julia's words from the phone came back to her, "If you please him enough..." My god, she thought, what could be enough for a man like this! She had come to the bitter realization that she had no choice. If she didn't do as he commanded her, she would lose Dave and he would be humiliated beyond belief. Every pilot in the navy would have pictures of his wife engaged in un-natural acts of love with other men. With his fierce pride in himself and her, he wouldn't take it. Ann didn't know what he might do. "Sidney," she called, "hurry with my drink." The butler brought it with a knowing smile on his lips. He knows I've decided to go to him, she thought. I wonder how many times he's seen this happen? She downed the martini quickly and walked to the stairs. She wanted to get it over with quickly and get away with that envelope. Then, perhaps could she live a normal life again. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /