(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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Lara waked through the gates nervously. Underneath her long trench coat, she
only had a thong bikini and a tiny bikini top that barely concealed her nipples.
She had been dead scared taking a cab ride like this but she was required to
arrive in this exact outfit - and Lara had learned to do exactly what was
required of her. Mr. Rostock had informed her that there would be a party at a
friend's mansion Saturday night: Luici Simone was throwing a party at his new
mansion. Having grown accustomed to "being" the entertainment for men, the young
woman had no doubt the "partying" would come at her expense: Little sluts like
her had to work the hardest, when everyone else decided to party the hardest.

She discarded her coat at the entrance to the mansion, standing clad in her
excuse for a swimsuit. She knew more or less what was expected of her: She had
been instructed about Luici Simone's famous parties before. As she made her way
to the pool area, she could hear the loud music, laughter and chatter. The
garden was filled with rich men and gorgeous women. Men were dressed casually
yet elegantly and some were in the water with various companions. Women
contrasted sharply; they were all in skimpy thong bikinis. It seemed the amount
of clothing one had was the best determinant of status in this party.

The girls all had stunning bodies; not terribly surprising since Lara knew Mr.
Simone and his friends picked their girls from former beauty queens, college
cheerleaders, and top-of-the-line high society
hookers. Lara realized the girls were all responsible for different functions
even though they were all available for whatever the men desired - and she was
told she'd have to assume different duties between parties. Some girls were the
waitresses: They constantly circulated champagne, food delicacies and cigars.
They, too, were dressed in skimpy bikinis, but with one special feature: The
entire outfit was held together with a big loop at the small of the back,
blatantly inviting fiendish fingers to pull it loose. When that happened, the
whole outfit came apart falling to the ground in pieces and the waitress would
be left naked, still holding her tray. And there was no going back from that,
she'd have to serve everyone naked - until somebody would decide to make use of
her in a different
capacity. The worst, Lara realized, was that the waitress had to go back and
forth between the garden and the kitchen, where the lowly cooks and bartenders
would be leering at her naked body.

While these waitress-girls were rushing around to deliver drinks, there were
many other young women who were serving "other" needs. Most men were seated on
comfortable chairs, with young women next to them. The women kept caressing and
kissing the men. Some were at later stages of this game; Lara could see some
girls giving blow jobs, a few others humping up and down on somebody's lap. Many
men seemed to prefer more privacy: Lara noticed them taking one or two of the
girls upstairs, presumably to secluded rooms. There was an abundance of
attractive women in the entire place. Some were sitting alone, obviously waiting
to be picked up and taken upstairs. There was one simple rule for the girls at
Luici Simone's parties: The girls were there for the taking. When a young lady
was approached by a man, she had to do whatever he desired - which usually meant
giving him a terrific fuck.

Yet, there were other, more "spicy" sideshows going on as well: Most men were
seated around a small stage by the pool, watching three girls making love to
each other. Their bodies were meshed together, licking, fondling and kissing
each other, getting more and more aggressive. Many in the audience had girls
kneeled before them, enjoying expert blow jobs while watching this spectacle.
That wasn't all: Lara could see in an isolated corner a scene taking place,
right out of an all- girls school. A blonde girl in school uniform was bent over
what looked like a teacher's desk. Her plaid skirt was bunched up around her
waist, and her white panties were pulled down to her knees. Her legs were pushed
apart as far as the panties would permit, allowing for an unobstructed view of
her bald pussy to the men seated directly behind her. Maybe it was the outfit,
or the hair in cute little pigtails, but Lara thought the girl didn't look older
than sixteen. One of the men was positioned behind her, walking back and forth,
and landing sudden smacks on the girl's bottom with the cane in his hand. He
seemed to be paying special attention to not blocking the others' view of the
girl's shapely ass which was now covered with angry red welts. Despite all the
noise in the garden, Lara could faintly hear the girl's screams each time the
cane connected with her buttocks: "Six, Sir"!!!... "Seven, Sir"!!!... "Eight,
Sir"!!!...

Lara finally noticed Mr. Rostock at a distance who was making his way upstairs
with a stunning Asian girl. It looked like her boss'
attention would be reserved for other girls tonight. Lara wondered if any of
these gorgeous women were blackmailed into being here as she was. She guessed
that wasn't the case. She knew most were paid handsomely for their services, and
many of these gorgeous women were on retainer from the powerful men all around
the compounds. As she took a seat by the pool, as far away from other people as
possible, she felt like a lamb at the slaughter house. One of the guests would
surely grab her. Then, looking around she realized, now as a regular host at
these parties she would sooner or later have to do all the other things: She
would be the naked waitress, the schoolgirl getting a caning, the lesbian lover
on the stage... That last one especially horrified her, not having touched
another female in her life. But she knew, like so many other things in her life,
that too would change this summer.

She realized a tall, overweight man was approaching her. She could swear she
knew him from somewhere but she couldn't remember who he was. He was a heavy-set
man, in his mid-forties.

He simply said "Hi!!!". A simple "Hi" meant a lot in Simone's parties: Lara,
having been properly instructed, got on her feet and grabbed the man's hand
gently, giving him a seductive smile - the best she could manage anyway...

Apparently, her companion wanted to go upstairs, so they headed towards the
outer stairs going up to the second floor. It dawned on her as they entered a
large bedroom: She knew the man. She thought his name was something like "Larry
Binks". He was the conservative senator from Louisiana. She remembered him from
one of her Mom's shows - the Senator had gone into a big heated argument with
her Mom over Title 9. As far as Lara could remember, her Mom had given the
Senator a good beating. She always did anyway. Lara wondered if the Senator knew
who she was, if Mr. Rostock had sent him to her - so that the good Senator, who
controlled a powerful committee, could have the amusement of fucking Michelle
Cataluna's daughter... But then, Mr. Rostock was extremely stringent about
keeping Lara's identity under wraps: She was never allowed to mention her actual
last name to anyone, never allowed to call her Mom from work, even her
employment papers were drafted under a fake last name. Not that Lara minded it
at all. She would die in shame if anyone learned how she'd been "working" for
the last month. She'd do anything to make sure no one knew the most famous
feminist TV host's daughter was being passed around as a common bimbo. But here
she was now, ready to be fucked by a man her mom despised, a man who almost
called her Mom a "whore" on TV. She forcefully blocked all such ill thoughts
from her mind, as she unhooked the bikini top and smiled at the Senator who was
busy stripping out of his clothes.

Lara emerged from the second floor a short while later, showered and cleaned.
The Senator hadn't lasted long, and after pumping up and down on his shaft for a
few minutes, Lara had felt the man release. He had asked her to clean him off,
and Lara could still taste both of their juices in her mouth. She was in her
skimpy bikini again, hoping there would be no more laboring for the night.

She was wrong: As soon as she made her way back to the pool-side, she came
eye-to-eye with Eric who was seated at a table on the other side of the pool. He
was a particularly obnoxious Stock Analyst from Rostock Enterprises with a habit
of making pointed jokes about Lara. The sight of him almost froze Lara on her
tracks. This was the most uncomfortable she'd ever felt. She noticed next to
Eric there were other guys from the work, all Mr. Rostock's high-paid yuppies.
She had no idea guys from the office would be attending this party. Lara knew
she was the subject of many jokes and ridicules at the office, but this was
different: Now, it was in plain sight that she was just a slut; she was there
for the taking in this glorified meat-market. Despite all her wishes, Eric was
signaling for her to come over. The
humiliated girl walked over to their table, her higheels clinking on the
marbles. Her tiny swimsuit felt more exposing than ever: She was in a sexy
nothing in front of her coworkers.

"My, my..." said Eric, puffing his cigar. "Look who we got here!". His friends
laughed. There was four of them: Eric, Steve, Albert and Manuel - All guys Lara
knew from work, young ivy-leaguers who no doubt did not expect this sort of
bonus when they first signed for Rostock Enterprises. There was another girl,
completely naked, just sitting on the floor. She was a natural red-head, and she
didn't seem to share any of Lara's anxieties. She was playing with her breasts
and
laughing, smoking a cigar one of the guys must have given her. She was looking
at Lara with a glee in her eyes.

Lara expected Eric to make a few more jokes but instead he seemed more
interested in seeing Lara in action: "Lara, please strip and make love to
Nicole!".

For a few seconds Lara hesitated. Mr. Rostock had told her to obey everyone at
the party and that surely included her coworkers. She was disgusted at the
thought of what was requested of her - but, then, she still remembered the
consequences of the last time she displeased her Boss. Trying not to look at the
guys, she undid her top and slid down her thong, standing naked. Her face was
red in shame, and she was trembling.

"See I told you" remarked Eric looking at her closely shaven pussy. "She IS a
natural blonde". This drew a big laughter from others. Lara's face turned even a
deeper shade of red at this crude comment.

She felt Nicole grab her by the elbow and pull her down. She didn't resist...
what had to be done had to be done. Nicole, on the other hand, was smiling at
the boys with a wicked grin, apparently quite grateful for having a playmate.
She led Lara to a sitting position next to her, obviously very eager to please
her audience. She landed a soft kiss on her unwilling lover; then she kissed
Lara long and
passionately, caressing her breasts. As she broke the kiss, she bit Lara's lower
lip, all the while keeping her eyes fixed at the guys, making sure she didn't
forget who the girls were doing this for.

Lara could feel herself slowly getting into this lewd act of sex. Her juices
were beginning to flow despite herself. There was nothing she could do. Her body
was reacting to Nicole's sensual strokes and all the sexual anxiety. She could
feel her resistance fading away: She had no choice in the matter afterall; even
though the idea of sexual intimacy with "Nicole" nauseated her.

There was no doubt, Nicole was the aggressor in this pairing of sexy lesbians.
She took charge quickly, guiding the shy Lara into a festive lesbian
performance. The guys were watching in delight. It wasn't every day of the week
they could make two gorgeous girls go down on each other - and Lara's obvious
discomfort made it all the more
arousing.

Nicole quickly pushed Lara beyond the initial stage of teasing and titillation,
moving on to the more assertive fondling, and right on to a full-blown lesbian
performance, ending in a passionate sixty-nine, with both the red-head and the
blonde assaulting each other's pussy with a pair of fast-flipping tongues and
faces covered with the other girl's juices.

When the whole spectacle was over, the four men gave a hearty applause to the
wet love-making that took place right before their eyes:

"Good job, Dykes!" cheered Eric.

"Yeah, that's what I call a pair of hot dykes" added Albert.

"The problem is, we are all hard now!!"

It was the sort of problem that would have to be remedied by the girls: In no
time, Lara was bucking on Eric's hard cock while he was groping her ass and
breasts. She could hear Nicole's moans who was doing the same with Steve - and
there were two more guys to take care of!!! She could only imagine the
embarrassment of going to work on Monday, knowing everything her "coworkers" did
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Love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
I love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
Love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
I love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?

Chickens is good for plucking
So I'm stickin' bitches, fuckin'
Got 'em trickin' while they suckin'
Give 'em dick and they ain't buggin'

The music was blasting throughout the house. Kelly knew this was DMX: A month
ago, she didn't know the first thing about Rap, which she hated anyway. Now she
knew it by heart as this gang's bitch. And that wasn't the only change in the
teen-queen. Apart from mastering the art of obedience and fucking, the girl had
physical changes, as well: She had two large metal rings pierced into her
nipples. There was a tattoo on his right buttock, featuring the Leopards' gang
symbol - signifying the ownership of Kelly.

Of course, the young woman wouldn't have agreed to this under normal conditions,
perhaps not even facing the risk of going to jail. She was sure her parents
could put together a dream-team for her defense. But Kelly Van Ryan was no
longer just in fear of jail-time: She was in fear of her life! As far as she was
concerned, she was in-the-middle- of-a-jungle. She couldn't even find her way
out of this ghetto. But more importantly, she couldn't even make a run... There
was always at least one gang-member present in the house - with a big gun -
making it impossible for Kelly to escape. And she didn't even dare think about
escaping anymore. She was terrified of "Hammer" and all the rest of them; and
she had no doubt if she tried to run away, she'd be killed even if they had to
hunt her down and put a bullet in her pretty head. All she could hope was that
they would remain faithful to the deal they had made with Sammy.

Kelly was thinking these thoughts as she was trying to feed into her mouth the
biggest, meanest cock she'd seen ever in her young life. She was on the floor by
the couch, on her knees in front of the gang-member known as "Beast". Beast owed
his name in no little measure to the size of his cock: Kelly had become an
expert in taking huge black cocks all the way down her throat, but Beast's cock
was still a challenge.

Other gang-members were seated on the couch and chairs, screaming and yelling,
smoking drugs and drinking malt liquor. Music was turned off now, the Raiders
game was on. It was unusual to see a giant-screen TV in a poor neighborhood like
this; but then not many teenagers returned home every night with stacks of cash.

When she was done with Beast, she would move onto Li'l Mo. And then onto the
next one. The members of this gang loved to watch their Raiders while getting
blow jobs from their bitch. Thus, there would be seconds... maybe thirds, too...

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The Monday morning after Simone's party, Mrs. Brown came over to Lara.

"Follow me" she ordered as she headed towards the stacking room.

"So, the boys tell me you were introduced to hot-lesbian sex this weekend."

"Mrs. Brown, I..."

"Shut up!! Slut! You fuck basically anything with two feet! You are a disgrace!
And believe me, I know who you are and I will tell
everything to that bitchy mother of yours - unless you learn to please me! I've
always wanted a little young fucktoy of my own!!"

Lara's tongue was buried between the huge legs of Mrs. Brown in no time.

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When Lara was called into Mr. Rostock's office a few days later, she was sure it
was just another case of a "deal sweetener" - she was used to this shameful task
by now, she just hoped the guests weren't
particularly old, ugly or Japanese: The Japanese were the worst; they had no
qualms about using all the sex toys that were provided to them. Lara remembered
the last visit from them vividly, unsure which was the worst about entertaining
the three Suntoi executives: The sting of the cat-o-nine-tails or the taste of
the Japanese cumm in her mouth...

Richard didn't bother to bore the girl with unnecessary directives. He informed
his beautiful assistant that there were two young men waiting for her in the
Grand Meeting Room - Lara knew the rest...

As Lara made her way out of his office, Richard turned on the hidden camera
system in the Grand Meeting Room and pressed record. This was going to be
good...

When Lara entered in the Grand Meeting Room, she was surprised to see two
handsome guys, looking good enough to be playgirl models. She felt herself
getting wet: For more than a month, she had been fucking college geeks, old and
ugly corporate executives, sick little
bastards... Her young body tingled with excitement at the prospect of making
love to the tanned, young, powerful bodies of these two
"hunks". Their huge muscles were almost trying to rip out of their tight
T-shirts, and Lara's eyes unconsciously wandered down to their groins, knowing
what was hidden underneath the jeans was what every girl wanted. She certainly
would not mind having sex with these two young men, in fact she looked forward
to stripping for them and feeling their powerful hard cocks at the tip of her
tongue. She gave them a sultry look as she started unbuttoning her blouse...
They certainly did not look like a couple of high-tech entrepreneurs or anything
like that, but she couldn't care less...

Richard watched the whole thing from his office - it lasted more than an hour.
The two men were nothing like his usual clients, who usually either came just at
the sight of a naked Lara or were on the verge of an heart attack after ten
minutes with the girl. Of course, these two young men had made a career out of
fucking women and Richard had to give them some credit: They really "fucked her
brains out"! Lara's performance was visibly and understandably different than
when she was having sex with a bunch of rednecks or geeks: She was lost in a
frenzy of lust, she humped on their cocks with an animalistic passion, moaning
and screaming like a bitch-in-heat. Towards the end, she looked like she had
just ran the Boston Marathon, but she still kept moaning in high shrieks,
enjoying yet another orgasm, having lost the count of it... When it was
all-over, Lara wasn't sure she could walk: Her body was trembling with the
remainders of her most powerful sexual
experience ever.

After resting for a while, she managed to make it back to Mr. Rostock's office,
despite walking like a zombie. She wondered where her two lovers had disappeared
to - Mr. Rostock usually kept her around during the signing of any deals she
helped broker; so that she could see how much money she was making for him. Lara
thought at first that was just another way to mock her - these days, she even
felt a twisted pride in doing her job successfully!

"That was something, huh?" commented Richard.

Lara pretended she didn't see the implication: "I think they were satisfied,
Sir..."

Richard threw a thick magazine at Lara. When she looked at the
magazine, a shriek of surprise went though her lips: The two young men she had
just fucked, were on the cover of the magazine, half-dressed in the outfit of
construction workers, with a big-busted blonde woman between them - a magazine
called "The Authoritative Adult Film Almanac".

"Two of the most promising adult stars of 90s!" informed Richard. "So did you
enjoy fucking two stallions like that, Lara?"

"No, Sir... I just did what you asked me to... I don't enjoy... doing the things
you make me do"

"Yeah? Well, it surely looks different here". Richard pressed play and the giant
screen came alive with images of Lara humping up and down on one guy's cock,
while the other was pushing his cock into her mouth.

Lara's shock and dismay were genuine. She felt trembling all over, her legs
shaking...

"Oh yes, dear girl, I have a very large collection of tapes like this - a very
large collection of all your performances: You fuck basically anybody! But I
think this one's the best: Look at you, you're
screaming like a whore on fire! Of course, all the other tapes are, for the most
part, useful for gaining some leverage against my business partners - I couldn't
make the tapes public without shaming them! But this one's different! Those two
hunks you fucked already agreed to distributing this wonderful wet piece of
art..."

"Sir" was all Lara could say in a hoarse voice.

"In fact, it's so good, I think everyone should be able to watch it! That's why
it's on the Internet, Lara. You even got your own web address. Isn't that
something?"

"Sir, please..." Lara begged in despair. "Please don't put that on the
Internet..."

"Oh, I think it's a great opportunity to display your charms... Look, I think
somebody even entered your web site!" he laughed at the frightened expression on
the girl's face. "Oh, no, false alarm... Nobody seems to know about this site!
Yet!!! Perhaps, we should send a mass e-mail to your freshman class, huh? Or the
alumni list of your high-school? I'm sure your old classmates would get a real
kick out of it. Mom, too, of course"

"No, Please, don't, Sir, I'll do anything" begged the desperate girl.

"Well, there IS something you can do!"

"Anything, Sir..."

"I just need you to sign this document..."

"What... what is it, Sir?"

"Oh, it's just a safeguard for me... It says you consented to the making of this
tape..."

"But, why, Sir? Please..."

"It is only to ensure you won't be able to claim you were forced into making
this tape... That's all... Nobody will ever see the tape, anyway! It is for MY
OWN collection, alone."

"Only for your own collection, Sir?"

"Yes" replied Richard, making it clear he was losing his patience...

"Do I have to sign it, Sir? Please don't make me..."

"No" replied Richard. "You don't have to... Instead, we could just send the tape
to every living soul you know, and then send your pretty ass to jail. It's your
choice..."

Lara signed on the dotted line...

Richard smiled. He would later explain the young woman that she had just signed
a 10-movie deal with "Pink Compassions". She'd be making nine more videos. He
would of course tell her it was just for his "own collection". And maybe, it
was. He checked the contaract again, making sure it was iron-clad. His plan was
in the works...

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