(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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By the time the cameras were set up and the Luici was seated at the director's
chair, Lara was already smoking heavy marijuana. The pot was the only thing that
soothed her nerves, and Richard gladly offered her plenty of what she needed,
knowing that only made the light-headed girl more compliant.

Richard had explained to her that it was just a bunch of "home-videos" for his
own collection. To Lara, it sure looked like a professional production rather
than a simple home video. The place was crowded with cameramen, busy crew
members rushing right and left, setting up big cameras and arranging lights.
There was a couch placed in front of the Fire Place - where apparently the
"script" required for Lara and the other "actor" to "make love": He was one of
the guys who had given her such a good time the other day! Luici Simone was in
the director's chair and Richard was seated next to him.

"Allright" the director yelled. "Let's start shooting".

Lara hadn't felt so naked and disgraced in her entire life. The presence of so
many people around her was terrifying enough; knowing that every bit of this
shame would be on Camera felt like she was being stripped right down to her
soul. By the time Simone began giving his directions, she was shuddering in
humiliation. But a few stares at Richard's spanking pad - which he kept handy -
washed away any
hesitation. Having to follow directions from the director only
heightened the girl's unease. Yet, she did follow the director's directions
satisfactorily as she began unzipping the young stud's shorts and threw a smile
at the camera - as the director ordered. Soon, the two young bodies were naked
and sweating, gyrating against each other, doing one position after another as
per the director's orders.

This first "flick" of Lara was a simple one. Simone told Lara they might try a
few new things in other tapes; all the while the girl kept pleading Mr. Rostock
not to show anyone the tape - which finally made Richard lose his cool: "Don't
worry" he yelled at her with obvious anger. Lara thought she could trust her
boss. Or was it the pot soothing her mind, helping her rationalize this horrible
turn of events... She no longer cared: It was too late to stop the tide now. A
door had been opened and it couldn't be closed anymore. There would be other
tapes. It was all for Mr. Rostock's "personal collection" anyway...

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Two Months later:

It had been almost eight weeks since Lara's first pornographic
performance. The summer was coming to an end, and the girl was anxious to be
done with her "internship" soon. She was on her knees at the moment, sucking
Richard's cock, who was watching one of the latest videos of Lara. She no longer
minded any of the abuse - she had gotten used to most of it. She was the perfect
slut.

Richard watched the tape with satisfaction - at that particular moment the
satisfaction wasn't the result of the blow job he was receiving, though the
once-shy girl had become an expert in giving oral pleasure with all the work she
had put into it during the summer. She knew every vein on Richard's cock, every
trick that made it tick. She looked like she was getting ready for cock-sucking
Olympics.

He grinned wide with satisfaction because of what he had turned his enemy's
precious daughter into. If he had ever seen a real slut, a shameless obedient
fuckbunny, Lara was it. She had fucked countless men in the last few months,
entertaining Richard and his guests without any discrimination. She'd become a
regular in Luici Simone's parties. She had swallowed enough cumm to fill up an
Olympic swimming pool, and stripping out of her clothes to get fucked by her
boss had become routine. The conservative, shy, proud girl was long gone. Now,
the young slut followed orders without question, no matter how demeaning. And
Richard had the proof of it all. The threat of a drug conviction seemed so pale
in Richard's eyes now - he had more goods on the slut now, a lot more! And the
girl was no longer camera-shy, either. Luici had produced a total of 10 porn
flicks featuring Lara. Each tape was more daring then the one before. Luici had
been happy to see an "actress" who didn't have a choice in how extreme the
production would be: He had even indulged into lesbian bondage and S&M videos in
the last few filmings.

Richard was inspecting a proto-type Luici sent. It was what the final product
could look like - if it were actually released to the
market-place: A flashy cover featuring Lara with a cock right on her pretty
face, cumm dripping from her cheeks onto her firm breasts. The label printed in
red bold letters caught attention:

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Pink Compassions' latest series:

"IT TAKES A SLUT TO RAISE A SLUT"

"Feminist Queen's Daughter Bares It All!!!"

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Richard smiled - he didn't know if the product would actually make it to the
market. It all depended on the upcoming events. Lara still seemed convinced that
all these films were made for Richard's own use.

The girl under the desk felt the cock in her throat pulse for once and Richard's
jism gushed down her throat. Lara carefully made sure she didn't spill a drop -
she had long learned Mr. Rostock did not
appreciate any of her protein diet going to waste. She carefully licked his cock
clean and placed it back into the man's pants, zipping him up. She was now a
real pro in this, she even took pride in her ability to give the perfect
blow-job.

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Michelle Cataluna was getting ready for her program when she was notified that a
package was delivered to her. She signed the documents, taking the bulky box to
her office. At first, the contents of the package seemed to be evidence for a
new lawsuit against the
sleaze-industry. 10 brightly packaged videos, all in pornographic nature.
Michelle only realized the real purpose of the delivery when she picked up one
of the tapes, feeling like she was hit with a sudden stroke. She had to hold
onto a chair to remain stable on her two feet:

There she was, her little princess, on the cover of a porn-video, smiling in an
obscene pose. After a few moments, Michelle finally brought herself to examining
the contents of the package. All the tapes featured Lara. Underneath the
video-tapes, there was a copy of the contract signed by Lara. It was official
and it would hold in court. She also found a note:

"If you don't want these tapes released all over the country, contact me.
Richard Rostock."

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"What do you want?" asked Michelle, barely able to contain the anger in her
voice. She hated the man on the other end of the phone with all her intensity.
At first, she had believed her daughter must have been physically coerced into
par-taking in the smut. It turned out, there were other reasons - such as facing
15 years in jail.

"Well, Michelle, for starters, how about some dirt on my ex-wife? You know damn
well she lied in the divorce trial, and I want some detailed information about
that."

Michelle wondered for a few moments. She'd be selling-out her client. But, there
was no alternative:

"Is that it?"

"Not quite. I want you to bring this information to my office personally. You
can catch a flight from LA. And we can discuss other matters person-to-person".

Michelle was silent. She hadn't felt so scornful yet helpless in her entire
life.

"I'll be there" she managed to say before hanging up.

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Michelle had been waiting at the reception desk for more than a
half-hour. It was humiliating to be kept waiting for so long, but no doubt this
was yet another power-play by Richard Rostock. And he had all the cards now. She
also looked around to see if she could see Lara - she hadn't returned her calls.

Finally, a fat woman approached her: "Mr. Rostock will see you now". Michelle
was escorted to her adversary's room.

Richard didn't even bother getting up. He had no intention of treating Michelle
like a lady. "Sit" he pointed at a chair.

Doing a very poor job of hiding her animosity, Michelle sat on the chair,
pulling out a thick folder.

"Here's all the information you need" she informed Richard.

He took the folder but didn't bother looking inside. "Very well".

"Where's my daughter?"

"Your daughter? Oh, you mean the sexy little office slut we keep around here for
entertainment purposes. You know, I must command you Michelle: You really raised
a perfect slut!"

Michelle's face reflected a mixture of anger and dismay. If Michelle had the
opportunity, she could kill Richard at that very moment:

"Your feminist masterpiece of a daughter is actually is quite the tasty little
fucktoy. You wouldn't believe what a slut she's turned out to be. In just the
last two months she's fucked more men - and women - than a common street whore!!
You have to see your little bitch in bed - she fucks like an animal! She knows
just the perfect way to give a blow job, how to squirm her fantastic body for
the maximum enjoyment of men. She is not really a big-ball breaker like her
mother, but she can certainly lick a pair of balls like a little puppy!"

"I'm gonna kill you" hissed Michelle. This despicable animal, the man she had
once destroyed, had turned her Lara into a little boytoy.

"Oh, no, I don't think so. Before you get to have your daughter back, there's
one more thing you must do."

"What??" asked Michelle in frustration.

"I want you to get down on your knees and suck my cock..."

The woman was astonished. "You have to be kidding..." she muttered.

"It's what I've wanted ever since you walked into that courtroom and began
interrogating me with that bitch mouth of yours. Remember how you strolled back
and forth in the courtroom, smiling at the jury, trying to nail me down with all
your questions - well, all that time, I was thinking how nice it would be to see
you on your knees, sucking my cock, making no sounds other than gagging and
slurping."

Michelle gasped. The fact that she was expected to take a cock into her mouth
was revolting enough; the idea of giving a blow job to a hated enemy made her
sick to her stomach. Yet, she had no choice.

"Attagirl, get down on your knees and suck me like the common slut that you
are!"

Soon a frustrated Michelle was on her knees, Richard's cock buried in her
throat, her tongue sliding along his penis. Michelle, being the all-powerful
feminist that she was, hadn't given a blow job since the early days of
highschool. Whenever Richard felt like she wasn't doing the best job she could,
not using her tongue as enthusiastically as he'd like, he gave her hair a
painful yank, making sure his newest pet worked as hard as her daughter did. He
was looking down to Michelle's pretty head bobbing back and forth, his cock
buried in her face: The haughty, proud, man-eating bitch was on her knees,
servicing him like a common whore.

"You see Michelle" Richard spoke through his heavy breathing: "Men love getting
blowjobs from beautiful women. It makes us feel powerful!"

"Look at me!" he yanked her hair back so that Michelle's eyes were turned up
towards him even as she continued sucking. In this position, every woman looked
like a deer caught in the headlights: Powerless and weak, serving the man on her
knees - it didn't matter whether it was one of Richard's little bimbos or the
mighty ball-buster Michelle Cataluna: The eyes of a woman sucking on a Man's
cock and looking up at him as if to seek approval from him - those eyes only
revealed helplessness, fear and undeniable acknowledgment of subservience...

"This is so good" was all Richard could say as he felt his balls exploding in
another powerful orgasm - his jism shut down Michelle's throat - she was gagging
now but Richard's strong grip held her head in place, making sure globs of cumm
traveled down to her stomach. Half way through, he suddenly pulled out his cock,
resting it on Michelle's lips and smearing his cumm all over her pretty face.
Once he was through and his cock began shrinking next to her face, Richard
stepped back and looked at Michelle as if he was admiring his accomplishment.

"Ever since we met" he told her, "ever since you walked into my life like a
bitch from hell, this is how I envisioned you Michelle: My cumm dripping from
your face".

"Where's my daughter?" demanded Michelle in a hoarse voice as she tried to get
rid off the cumm on her face.

"Oh, Lara? She's on her farewell tour..."

"Farewell tour?"

"Yes... She's going around the building giving every employee one last
blow-job".

"Are you done with us?" asked Michelle.

Richard smiled. "Yeah, you're free to go"

As Michelle rushed out the door to find Lara, Richard whispered to himself:

"Don't forget, though: You did get me convicted of lying."

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Kelly Van Ryan was back in Beverly Hills, strolling along, on a shopping trip.
Bags of expensive clothes were dangling from her hands. It had been less than a
week since Sammy Milano released her from the
Gang-House. He had stayed loyal to the deal. Kelly had the tattoo and
nipple-rings removed, and the young woman finally felt confident enough to
flaunt her sexy body in girlish charm, putting on mini-skirts and tight blouses.
She'd been calling Lara but her friend seemed to be out-of-town. She hadn't seen
her friend since the awful day they were caught.

All of a sudden, a car came to a screeching halt right in front of Kelly. She
shrieked in shock, not knowing what to do. Her shock turned into instant fear
when she saw who was stepping out of the car: HAMMER.

"Hi bitch! Did you miss us? We certainly missed your juicy white cunt..?"

Kelly trembled in fear. "No... No, get away from me... You can't have me
anymore. Sammy let me go..."

"Yeah?" smiled Hammer, anger apparent in his hardened black face. "Well, did
Sammy promise anything about these? Because we were frankly planning to send
them to your parents, grandparents, your friends... basically distribute it to
anyone who might be interested..."

Kelly looked at the pictures in despair: Her nude poses that would put hookers
to shame: Spreading her pussy lips for the camera, being fucked on her knees,
cumm dripping from her face...

"There are even magazines willing to pay good money for these... Unless, you
promise to visit us, once-a-week, that's all. One day a week your ass belongs to
us!"

"No, please..." was all Kelly could say.

"Imagine Mommy and Daddy seeing their little daughter like this... getting
fucked like a whore..." Hammer held the picture up. "Do we have a deal, bitch?"

"Yes..." said the broken girl.

"Well then..." Hammer opened the car door: "Today's your first visit!!"

Kelly had already begun sobbing when Hammer was settled in the front seat and
made a comment about "how the bitch would pay for her little escape".

The car sped away, with Kelly Van Ryan in it.

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Richard Rostock was seated in the leather backseat of the Limo, reading the
paper. The business news was about Rostock Enterprises, detailing how
once-convicted business tycoon Richard Rostock had made his way back into big
leagues through his stellar Internet investments which now valued his firm well
above $5 billion. But the most entertaining news to Richard was on the cover
page. The picture was of Michelle Cataluna and her daughter Lara, both hiding
behind shaded sun-glasses and scarves. The two had been ambushed by reporters on
the LAX airport, did their best, in agony, to avoid the humiliating questions.
The spectacle was all about the release of Pink Compassions' newest erotic video
series featuring the prominent feminist's daughter. Cataluna had been forced to
resign from Women Liberation Front, her TV show was canceled and she had
withdrawn her bid from the congressional race. The
journalists, knowing Cataluna's stance against pornography had a field day with
the scandal. The famous feminist had turned into a matter of national joke over
night, providing Leno and Letterman with vast material. The Women Liberation
Front had taken pains to explain this incident did not reflect on the entire
organization, but few seemed to be paying attention to their protests.

Richard picked up the phone, dialed his lawyer:

"George, I think we have grounds to re-open the case against my wife".

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