(Blackmail, M+/F, humiliation)
 

A Story by Lara Cataluna
 

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Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or If You Are
Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity.
All Characters, Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional.

I write these things for one purpose alone: Hearing from readers. Please let me
know what you think...

Notes:

1- All characters and institutions used in this story are fictional. To my
knowledge there is no "Pink Compassions" or "Sin City Entertainment". There is
no "Women Liberation Front". There is no Larry Binks, supposedly Republican
Senator from Louisiana (both Senators from Louisiana are Democrats).
2- This story is based on a blackmail scheme, unlike some stories I wrote before
which were based on mind-control. As such, I think it requires a great
suspension of logic. Most people I know would refuse to do things that are done
in A.S.S. blackmail stories.
3- There is no incest in this story, but in a scene mother and daughter are both
present. The story kind of led there. (I personally find incest, with the
possible exception of sister/sister, to be repulsive). I had some reservations
about this and I wondered about whether I should use a different pseudonym. At
the end I decided otherwise, based on the fact that all characters are imaginary
anyway.
4- Kelly Van Ryan is a special name for those familiar with movies. 5- In a
particular scene, I used "Poor girl .. all alone" posted many times by
[email protected]. I think this is one of the best fantasies on
the A.S.S., and in fact it was adopted by Apollyon Beelzebub in his "Starfuck"
series featuring Jennifer Love Hewitt. It's long been my desire to adopt the
"Poor girl .. all alone" in one of my stories and it fit in nicely with this
story. Perhaps, the same effect could be given without a complete adaptation of
the "Poor girl .. all alone" but I did it for my own enjoyment as much as
anything else.

Inspirations:

1- The movie "Cruel Intentions"
2- "Tammy at Work" by Roger T Pipe
3- "Poor girl .. all alone "by [email protected]
4- "Orlando's Call" by Parker
5- "The Plucked Duck" by Joy Paine
6- The movie "Eyes Wide Shut"

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Important Characters:

Richard Rostock: Businessman sent to jail by Michelle Cataluna
Michelle Cataluna: Feminist TV personality, anti-porn activist, famous attorney
Luici Simone: Owner of pornography firm, Pink Compassions
Sammy Milano: Simone's man in LAPD
Lara Cataluna: Daughter of Michelle Cataluna
Kelly Van Ryan: Lara's friend from high-school
"Hammer": Black Gang Leader and Pot provider for Lara and Kelly

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At first, Michelle was upset that her daughter wouldn't be coming home for
summer. But in retrospect she had been very pleased - there she was, her
daughter, on the track to becoming every bit as successful as her Mom. Lara
would be working for a big investment firm in New York - "Brown Investment
House" she had said. "Good for her" she thought. "Way to go"...

Michelle was sunbathing by the pool at her posh mansion in Beverly Hills. She
had another show that night and she fully intended to chew on somebody's ass.
She enjoyed her success - and she wasn't nowhere close to being done. Women's
Liberation Front was now the most powerful feminist organization in the country,
and she was the most prominent feminist in the country, breaking the balls of
sexist Conservative pigs on MSMBC's "The Liberation Front" every week.

She sipped her Pina Colada, signaling at one of her servants for another one -
that's what she called them, "servants". She didn't keep them around when Lara
was at home, but the heavy-muscled well-hung male bimbos dressed in spandex and
bow-ties, pandering to her every command certainly made her feel powerful. For
ages, powerful men had kept sexy little bimbos around, using young, pretty girls
as their personal fucktoys. Well, now, Michelle was the one in charge, she was
the powerful one and she owned a bunch of male bimbos of her own - ready to
serve, ready to strip out of their clothes and get those tongues flipping
whenever she felt like it.

When the young man in the pink body suit brought her drink, she gave him a
playful spank on the ass. He was being paid handsomely, but she knew he didn't
like being treated like a little male slut - which was, of course, the whole
point of practice for Michelle...

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Lara showed up at Rostock Enterprises at 7 A.M. sharp as ordered. She was so
nervous that she was almost shaking. She had spent weeks thinking about how to
get out of this situation - and she could see no way out! Lara could not endure
jail. She just had to suck it up and it would be all over by the end of Summer.

Rostock Enterprises occupied the top three floors of the building - unlike the
old times when the firm owned the entire building. Lara was surprised to see the
office was filled with employees at this early hour. Richard's office was on the
34th floor. It was a
richly-decorated office, looking over the Hudson River.

Richard's eyes gazed over the luscious body of the 19-yr old girl. There she
was, the precious daughter of his biggest enemy, in his mercy, ready to serve as
his personal fucktoy. The girl was obviously scared, shifting on her legs
nervously as she stood in front of him, looking at the floor. Richard puffed his
Cigar in joy - he loved seeing his women like this, scared and powerless, left
with no choice but submission.

He spoke sternly: "You're on time. That's good - I have a rather nasty streak in
me, I don't tolerate imperfection. Starting tomorrow you'll be here every
morning at 7:00 sharp. Do you understand?"

"Yes".

"Yes? You meant, 'Yes, Sir' I imagine?".

"Yes, Sir" Lara corrected herself anxiously.

Richard looked at the expensive Dona Karan suit on the girl - spoiled little
cunt!

"And because you are a dumb slut, you show up over-dressed for the job"

Lara's face turned pale.

"I'm sorry, Sir" she said in a terrified voice.

"Luckily, I had one of my assistants do a little shopping for you". Richard
produced a package. "Put these on".

Despite the humiliation, Lara knew she had no choice.

"Where can I dress... Sir?"

"Right here, of course. I'd like to see my new possession in detail...".

Lara began undressing with a red face.

"Maybe if you did your shopping for a normal slut, rather than an uppity
'businesswoman', you would have the right outfits. Anyway, we have plenty of
formalities to take care of , you can just add shopping for clothes to the
list".

"First of all, grab these magazines"

Lara looked at the magazines with awe: Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler...

"You will subscribe to those magazines. Since you're not much likely to improve
your secretarial skills, you might as well work on your fucking skills. Give
your home address for the magazines of course - the office is not a whorehouse.
But have the bill sent to the office so that I'll know you have subscribed."

"But, Sir, my housemates will see it" protested Lara.

"Oh, are you scared your friends may figure out what a slut you are? Well,
that's your problem. Just do your best to get to the mailbox first... or since
you're so smart, make up an excuse. And you'd better really read everything in
those magazines!"

"Secondly, you need to buy clothes. I hope you have the brains to figure out
what kind of attires are needed for your job. Pay a visit to Victoria's Secret.
Purchase the sluttiest, whorish lingerie you can find - and nothing in white, of
course. Sluts like you don't wear white. Most of the time you won't be permitted
to wear underwear anyway. Also buy some tight micro-minis, tight blouses,
whatever... Anything revealing and tight. As long as you work here, clothes are
just a formality for you. I don't want anyone having to do too much guess-work
to imagine what you look like naked. Also buy a couple of big high heels. Buy
some make-up, lipstick and nail-polish in bright colors. You should learn to
advertise your charms - I host plenty of guests."

"Is that all, Sir?"

"Not, yet - you haven't completed your first morning duty yet". Richard unzipped
his fly. "I like to start the day with a blow job"!

Lara quickly got down on her knees...

Richard smiled: Poor little Lara - she'd be his little puppet, dancing on
strings by the end of summer.

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Soon, Lara stepped out of Richard's office. She was dressed in a tight red suit
that completely hugged her sexy figure. The skirt was a micro-mini which left
her smooth legs naked, and the deep cut of the jacket displayed an inviting
cleavage. She was also equipped with 4-inch red heels which called for attention
to her perfect ass with each step. Her outfit was complete with a red pair of
skimpy panties and bra underneath the revealing business-suit. The generous
amount of bright red lipstick on her full lips promised countless blow jobs and
the same color nails completed the "office slut" image. Red, Richard's choice of
color, contrasted nicely with her blonde hair. Her dress hardly left anything to
imagination.

Lara was introduced to a Mrs. Brown, an authoritative, overweight woman who eyed
Mr. Rostock's newest slut with some disdain. Margaret Brown didn't really
approve of Richard's girls but she was very loyal to her Boss and Richard had
kept her around for more than two decades, with a salary almost as fat as the
woman herself. She told Lara she'd be needed for typing some letters - which
proved to be a challenge for Lara. She'd never taken the time to become a
fast-typer and she had never expected to work with her hands. She was supposed
to work with her brains, like Mom did.

Despite her intelligence and education, it seemed for the duration of the summer
Lara would have to utilize her physical skills rather than her wits. The
prospect of going to jail was the only thing that kept her from rushing out of
this horrible situation - the entire thing was simply much too degrading for the
girl! She barely stopped herself from crying as she was led to a desk with
stacks of letters to be typed.

When the lunch time came, Lara decided she didn't want to socialize with anyone
in this company. The people she could relate to - the young professionals - did
not seem likely to engage with a mere office slut. And Lara certainly didn't
wanna have anything to do with the other steno-girls and secretaries, quite sure
they were all simple-minded and poorly educated. She approached Mrs. Brown
trying to inquire about where she might get a quick snack.

"There are some fruits next to the water cooler, you can have Bananas or
something!". Mrs. Brown answered with obvious hostility. "Bananas would be good
practice for you anyway"!

The mockery lit a jolt of anger through Lara's mind but she knew she had to
contain herself in order to survive this predicament.

She was called into Richard' office again after lunch. Apparently, her boss
fancied a full-fuck this time. She came out of his office with a blushed face,
feeling the stares all over her. She could tell everyone knew what it meant when
the new assistant was called into Mr. Rostock's office. She buried her face in
the type-writer, pretending not to notice all the stares and snickering...

When she finally made it home later in the evening, she spent an hour in the
shower, trying to wash away all the shame and violation.

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Kelly stood nervously behind Sammy. She was dressed in a short white dress. She
had never been to a black neighborhood like this in her entire life. Her young
life had been spent on posh streets and
expensive malls, not in South Central LA. This place felt every bit as alien as
African Sahara. The houses looked ugly, the walls were unpainted, the windows
were broken... Every corner seemed infested with gangs and drunks... And almost
everyone she could see on the streets was black! Kelly had not seen so many
blacks in one place in her entire life.

She wanted to just run scared but it was too late now - she could not go to
jail, even the idea sent a cold shiver down her spine. She had called her
parents and let them know she'd be away for the summer: They'd be thinking she
got an internship up in San Francisco. Sammy had explained it to her in plain
terms. Instead of years of jail, she was supposed to stay with these guys for
the Summer. And "serve" them...

"Here's your home for the Summer" remarked Sammy, knocking on the door
nonchalantly with the butt of his gun. The door was opened by a muscular black
guy: As soon as Kelly recognized Marcus' mean stare, it all downed on her: The
contents of the package was no mistake; it was a set-up. It was a set-up to turn
her into a slave. Marcus had wanted her, and he had gotten her through this
set-up.

"Hello officer" Hammer said - Kelly could see a gun on the black guy's belt. He
didn't seem shy around Sammy.

Sammy walked in and Kelly followed him coyly. There were 5 young black men in
the room and they were all dressed in clothes Kelly could only describe as "gang
wear". There were pictures of naked women plastered all over the walls, and
there was heavy smoke in the room. Kelly guessed it was marijuana - or something
more serious. She could see stuff on the tables which could only be drugs. The
black guys were all smoking something, and drinking what she guessed to be malt
liquor. Some kind of gangsta-rap, the kind of music she couldn't stand, was
playing in the background and one of the fattest persons Kelly had ever seen in
her life was "rapping" in the middle of the room, his several gold chains
clacking. They all had guns, and kept them around as if it was nothing. All in
all, these were the scariest people Kelly had ever seen in her life.

"Hey, cut it out!" yelled Hammer to the others...

Somebody turned off the huge stereo placed in the middle of the room.

Sammy spoke:

"So, as we talked before - here's your prize."

Marcus was sizing up the young woman who was now visibly shaking. He grabbed her
breasts and squeezed. "You know, I always wanted to have some prime Beverly
Hills pussy. I always wanted to see your
dope-smoking little mouth stuffed with my black cock. Now, your white ass
belongs to me bitch! And I share everything with my brothers...".

One of the black guys screamed: "Hey, what the fuck's going on Hammer?"

Sammy took the initiative to explain: "You got this bitch all to yourself. For
the next three months... Do whatever you wish with her. I don't know... She'll
cook for you, clean for you... suck your cock... whatever...! Try not to give
her any diseases, though. And don't fuckin' break her arm or anything... I want
her returned in "good condition"!!"

Kelly was on the verge of tears:

"You asshole..." she screamed at her dope-dealer.

Hammer slapped the girl's face without hesitation. "You will learn to watch your
mouth. And you will learn to be obedient". He slapped her again: "Do you
understand?"

"Yes..."

Another smack landed on Kelly's face.

"That's 'Yes, Master!'. You will refer to every gang member as 'Master'. Got it,
bitch?"

"Yes, Master..."

"You never had black cock in you, have you?"

Kelly, scared as she was, didn't dare lie... "No, Master".

"I bet you are racist rich bitch, aren't you? You can't stand black guys like
me, can you? Well, get ready cunt, you will soon have more black cock in you
than a crack whore..."

"Well, then..." interrupted Sammy. "I'm glad to see you guys getting off to a
good start. I'm leaving now".

"Sure thing, bro..." smiled Hammer - first time Sammy ever saw the black man
smile.

Kelly felt like she'd faint as Sammy shut the door and left, leaving the
defenseless girl in the hands of a ghetto gang.

All the guys were on their feet now, getting ready to check out their prize.

Marcus commanded in an authoritative voice:

"Strip, bitch...!!!"

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