I knew that I shouldn't have done it, but I couldn't help myself. Money has
been so tight lately. Bob doesn't get the overtime he used to get, but I
still need things to make me feel good. So, I shoplifted a few small items.
Nothing expensive, I would wear an old bra into the store, change into a new
one in the dressing room and put my old bra back on the counter. No one was
ever the wiser, until today. I noticed him checking me out. He was young,
about mid-twenties (that's young to an old married woman of 38) longish
hair, good looking and his eyes seemed to sparkle when he would get a
glimpse of my breasts or thighs as I bent over a display case. I thought it
was cute and was enjoying the attention as he tried not to be obvious. I
first noticed him at the jewelry counter and again near the women's dressing
room. Well it is nice to know that I can still get a few glances, but I had
things to do and had to leave. It was at the door that he flashed his badge
and asked me to quietly go with him to the security office. He was a store
detective!! Shame was the first emotion, then embarrassment, and then as he
explained that the store was following a hard-line policy on shop lifting
and he would have to call the police, fear sent tears to my eyes.
"But it's only a bra.", I stuttered crying. "I have the money to pay for it
"
"I think you should watch this " he said putting a tape into the VCR at his
desk.
The tape showed me at the jewelry counter and then at the bra rack and then
showed me undressing in the dressing room. Despite the circumstances, my
face reddened when my breasts were exposed to his view and I noticed how
much he stared at the screen.
"Please give me your purse." he commanded.
"I don't have anything in there. You saw, it was only the bra....." I
stopped confused as he reach into my purse and extracted a gold bracelet.
"I didn't take that!!" I said shocked. "I don't know how that got there, but
I didn't take it!!"
"How many times have I heard that." he said with a smirk. "You saw the tape
of you by the jewelry and your wearing the bra you changed into. I don't
think this will be a tough case to win." he lowered his voice "The value of
this bracelet puts it above simple shop lifting. I'm afraid your facing at
least probation and maybe even some jail time after a court trial. This
store is out to make examples of everyone caught." He went through my purse,
"Sue Rash, married, Is this your daughter? What is she about 10 or 11? This
will be embarrassing for her. The store insists that anyone arrested gets
their names published in the paper. I'm sorry." he said reaching for the
phone. " I wish there was some way out of this for you." he said with a
strange tone to his voice. "But I didn't take any bracelet." I said. " I
have no idea how that got there. I swear to you, I never touched it. The
first time I ever saw it was right here." My mind began to race forward, the
shame of being arrested. What if any of our friends found out? What could I
say to Jean, my daughter? How would I ever explain my name published in the
paper or worse a court trial? "There must be some other way to handle this?"
I asked, trying to talk fast. "I've never been in any trouble before and I
am a good customer at this store. Surely this is some misunderstanding. I
swear I would never take such a valuable item. You've got to believe me.
Please!" I began pleading with him."Please can't we avoid the police. I
could pay you for it. I could talk to the store manager. Something. I can't
be arrested. Please." I ended, sobbing now, my head in my hands. I had to
find someway out of this.

His voice was very close to me when he spoke again, he had come around the
desk and was standing in front of me. "Mrs. Nash, Sue, crying won't do you
any good." He told me, reaching for my hands and lifting them from my face.
As he pulled me up, I couldn't help to notice the large bulge in his pants.
The bastard was getting turned on by my helplessness. "First things first.
Please remove the bra, it's evidence and store property." he said.
I wiped my eyes and looked around for some place to change. He caught my
glance and smiled.

"You can just take it off right here." he said."After all, it's not as if I
haven't seen your tits before. Is
it?" "Or," he smiled "If you prefer, we can wait until the police get here,
but I think you'd rather cooperate with me wouldn't you? Maybe we can settle
this without calling the cops."
The message was very clear. I haven't been around much, Bob was only the
second man I had ever had sex with, and other than my doctor, the only man
who had ever seen me naked in the daylight, but I could tell what he was
after. How dare he? Did he think I would do that? ....Would I? How could I
face Bob?...How could I face him if I were arrested? or face Jean? or my
friends?....No one would have to know...It's not like I was a virgin...Can I
do it?..Get it over with quick...No one would know..He couldn't tell anyone
either...This was very illegal. No wonder there was no one else in the room
with us. I took a deep breath, stared right into his eyes and began to
unbutton my blouse. "How nice ." he said with a sweet sick tone in his
voice, "You've decided to cooperate. Smart choice. So much better than
calling the police."
His eyes never left my chest. I removed the blouse, unhooked the bra and
handed it to him. He took it and went behind his desk, picked up the
bracelet, ejected the video tape and placed them all in drawer. He locked
the drawer and looked over at me.
"You can get dressed." he said flatly. He had never touched me. "Did you
think I was going to ravish you, take advantage of your situation and rape
you on my desk? " he asked.
"Well,... yes." I said flustered. His stared reminded me that I still held
my blouse in my hands, I quickly put it on.
"That would be stupid. And I am not stupid." he stated. He handed me a scrap
of paper with an address on it.
"Be at that address at 1:00 tomorrow. Be alone. Don't tell anyone where you
will be and don't be 1 minute late. If you disobey me, the police will get
this evidence at 1:30. I will tell them that I tried to cut you a break, but
the store manager insisted. Everything up til the time you began to cry was
video taped through that mirror." he said pointed at the wall mirror above
him. " It will be very convincing." "But, I'm a married woman. I..."
"You are a criminal." he said "And you will do what I say or everyone you
know will know it also." "Good bye, Sue. See you tomorrow."
He lead me to the door smiling, as if we had just had a pleasant visit. He
gently shut the door and left me standing in the hallway. I stared at the
door and finally I went home.
Frank went back to his desk smiling. He had practiced that bracelet
slieght-of-hand often. The camera never showed him slipping the jewelry from
his sleeve into their purses. She had no choice. She would be there. Or she
would be in jail.

I hadn't slept at all. I couldn't think of anyway out of this. I tried to
tell Bob all night, but I couldn't. I didn't think my honest, hard-working
husband would understand what I had done or why I had done it. I would
rather submit to this bastard, than have Bob think I was a thief. I didn't
take that bracelet. Something was very wrong here. I had wine for breakfast
to steady my nerve. Then I had some more so I could face Bob and tell him I
was going shopping. I drove past the address twice. I didn't want to go in
and I didn't dare not go in. It was a nice place. A condo complex copied
after the brownstones in New York. I squared my shoulders and climbed the
stairs. He answered my knock and with that disgusting smile waved me in. He
had rock group posters on the walls. Groups I had never heard of, more
reminders of how young he was. "Sue, how prompt you are, but you had little
choice." he said, then roughly. "Remove your blouse."
I reached for the buttons and stopped "Why me? You know I didn't steal that
bracelet. Why are you doing this to me?" the wine gave a slur to my words.
"I will tell you this only once. You will not question me. You will not
disobey me in anything I tell you to do. I checked with a judge and he says
that you would receive a minimum of 6 months probation, therefore, you will
come to me whenever I call you 6 times, you will do whatever I say and then
I will give you the tape. If you ever disobey. ANYTHING!! You will be
arrested." his voice was cold as he finished with,"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes." I answered meekly I knew I had no choice.
"Take off your blouse and bra."
I trembled as I removed my clothes. My nipples were hard from the cold A/C
and from fear.
I could no longer stare into his face, my head down.
"Stick out your hands." he commanded. I complied.

The metal of the handcuffs he placed on my wrists were cold and the shock
jerked my head up.
He grasped my hands and hooked the links between them above my head on a
hook in the beam at the double doorway leading to the dinning room. He
reached down and took a blindfold from the table covering my eyes. I felt
him undo my slacks and slide them with my panties to the floor. This was it.
Never before had she been so exposed. Even with Bob she had been able to
control the view he had of her. She had no protection any longer. He cinched
a collar around my neck and a leather belt around my waist. He attached two
leg cuffs to my ankles and spreading my legs clipped them to each side of
the archway. A scarf was used as a gag on my mouth. Not once had he touched
me in a sexual way, yet a shiver of excitement ran down my back. It must be
the wine I thought to myself. This bastard was blackmailing me. I am here
only to satisfy his sick mind and to get it over with as soon as possible. I
don't know how long I stood there that way, completely exposed to his gaze.
It wasn't long, but it felt like hours. The first sensation was a gently
touch, like a feather. It ran up my arms, across my neck, down my throat and
brushed lightly at my nipples. Gooseflesh raced on my skin, my nipples were
as hard a stones. From just this first gentle touch moisture began to form
in my vagina. The feather continued its journey across my belly, down one
hip, thigh, knee, shin and then began to climb up the inside of my leg. It
tickled the back of my knee and thigh. Then barely touching it scuffed
through light hair above my clit. Too quickly it trailed down my other leg
and finally began the climb back up. This time it lingered at my slit barely
a caress from top to bottom and up the cleft of my rear and back again to my
now damp clit. Over and over again the feather traced my skin. I could arch
and squirm only, but the feather was always just a whisper of a caress. When
it stopped, juices from my vagina ran down my thighs.
I can't believe this. I had been barely touched, yet I was squirming like a
bitch in heat, trying for some satisfaction. Next came a brush of fabric. It
had to be silk to slide so sensuously against my skin. I was so sensitive by
this time that my nipples could feel the nape of the cloth as it was drawn
over them. I arched my back trying to press my breasts harder in the silk.
Again I was subjected to an inhuman teasing as the cloth caressed my body. I
began to perspire from the exertion of trying for a harder touch. I believe
that, at that point, a strong wind could have made me cum. "YELP!!!" I
yelled through my gag as a strong hands slapped my ass hard. The sound as
well as the pain scaring me. "Yelp!! OW!!OH! OH! OH!" Again and again and
again. I felt the pain on my rear, then the heat of my abused spread across
my cheeks. Tears ran down my face, I jerked to get away from my tormentor,
but to no avail. The hand continued to beat against my ass. But the heat
began to reach my lower lips to spread into my swollen front. After the
gentle, but frustrating caresses, the vibrations stimulated my clit. !! I
was about to cum from being spanked!! I thrust my rear higher to be closer
to the beating hand. IT STOPPED. No No No Don't stop!!! I wiggled. I
squirmed. I tried to rub my thighs together. Nothing. I moaned through my
gag. I sagged in my restraints. An insistent rubbing at my nipples brought
them to full attention. Then PAIN!! He had clamped them both at the same
time with some sort of tension clamp. The tremor roared through my body and
centered on my clit. Everything he did to me aroused my juices. What kind of
whore was I? Why did I respond so much to this abuse? I was helpless,
defenseless and more aroused than ever before in my life. The cold air
chilled the moisture on my thighs from my slit, sending more shivers and
producing more fluid. His hands reached out and ran up my belly. I moaned
and wiggled more. He released the clamps at my nipples and the flow of blood
returning made them feel as if they would burst. I humped my hips forward. I
would do anything for some release, some satisfaction. "Do you want me,
now?" he asked, releasing the scarf from my mouth.
I didn't answer him. I couldn't. I would be betraying my husband and myself.
His hands ran up my legs avoiding my triangle. I couldn't help myself, I
humped froward trying to brush my clit against the teasing fingers.
"I think I have my answer." he said. "But, I want to hear you beg for it."
Again I didn't answer. I had humiliated myself enough. I couldn't say the
words.
"Oh, I guess I was wrong. Maybe your not ready yet." he smirked.
I felt him attach a small plastic box, with a strap, to me below the leather
belt and above the soaked patch of hair of my slit. He touched a control and
it started to vibrate. At first it was nothing, but soon it felt as if I had
an itch and was being scratched all around it but not on it. I could feel
the vibrations through the wall of my belly, teasing, enticing, but not
enough to be satisfying. Without the gag it was easy to tell that my moans
were increasing in volume. My nipples could grow no harder or bigger. The
fluids from my pussy flowed freely but not from satisfaction. Even the
muscles of my ass were contracting, but nothing was deep enough to push me
over the edge. "please?" I whimpered. I don't remember forming the words.
They escaped my mouth of their own accord."Please?" I asked again louder
this time.
"Please, what?" he asked mocking me. "Please" I said again, not wanting to
admit more.
"I'm afraid you'll have to be explicit. What is it you want.?" he sneered.
"I can't ask you. I...." I trailed off. "Then you just aren't ready yet. Are
you?"

The vibrations increased, but did nothing to relieve me. I shivered in
frustration.
Then I felt his tongue lightly lick my ass cheeks. He circled my ass just
missing my hole.
He licked my thighs and the backs of my knees. My legs buckled. I could no
longer support my own weight. I could feel a stirring in my loins. Just a
little more, just a little longer. Yes Yes.
NO No he stopped.
"Don't stop." I begged. "Oh God please don't stop."
"What do you want?" he asked again. I had no resistance left.
"Make me cum. Fuck me. Lick me. Make me cum." I pleaded. I had no pride. I
knew no humiliation. I only wanted to cum. I wanted him in me. Deep in me.
Over and over again.
I felt his manhood brush across my slit. I arched forward trying capture it
into me. He was just out of reach. He moved a little closer and finally I
was able to engulf the head. Waves of pleasure swept through me.
"If you want it, you will have to work for it." he said
I didn't care what it looked like. I didn't care what he thought. In all the
years with Bob I had never wanted sex so badly. Bob was a gently caring man.
He would never have abused me this way. All thoughts of my husband or my
dignity disappeared as the ridges of his head brushed at my clit. I humped
against him and down onto the shaft. One stroke...Two strokes...Three
strokes...Now I'm almost there...Just a little more. No No! He pulled out. A
minor tremor filled my abdomen. "You BASTARD." I hissed "Put it back in me."
The emptiness was unbearable.
"Not quite yet." he said. "We have other games to play before we finish."
His fingers played with my thighs, teasing me as he asked, "Are you
interested in a few more games?"
"Anything, anything you want, but quickly, please." I heard myself say. I
had no control left. He had reduced me to some wanton whore. I deserved
whatever happen to me now.
He released the restraints at my ankles and lowered my arms without removing
the handcuffs. Each touch renewed the lust I was feeling. He lowered me to
the floor on my hands and knees and snapped a leash onto the collar at my
neck. I felt the tug of the leash and began to crawl across the floor
hampered by the wrist still bound together, still unable to see through the
blindfold. "Lay down and roll over." he commanded as if he were giving
orders to a dog.
"Now if you want relief so badly. Do it to yourself." he said
I had rarely masturbated in my life and No One had ever seen me do it. But
now in front of a man I have only know for 24 hours, a man who had
blackmailed into this position, I began to touch myself. I couldn't help it,
nothing would have stopped me from seeking release. I brushed my clit with
my fingertips, spreading the moisture across my lips, small tingles climbed
up my spine. I rubbed harder and tremors encircle my hips, fluid gushed from
my body. I felt the heavy rumbling begin deep within me. It spread pleasure
like ripples from a stone dropped into a quiet pool. They engulf me. I
jammed my fingers into myself, expanding and strengthening the waves. They
increased and swept through me fire, til the muscles of my belly and legs
convoluted of their own accord. Exhaustion followed quickly behind my many
orgasms, my arms collapsed, legs shook with the strain. I couldn't get
enough air into my lungs. My body relaxed as tiny ripples gently raced
through every inch of my skin. I heard his laughter and shame quickly
replaced my erotic emotions. What had he done to me. Why had I reacted so
strongly, so wantonly. I squeezed my eyes tightly trying to block out the
image I must be presenting to him.

He gave me no time to recover. He tugged at the leash, pulling me over, back
to my hands and
knees. "Follow me. We're not finished yet." he said
"No more." I begged.
"Your not arguing with me, are you?" I remembered his warning.
"No, I just so sore. I can't anymore."
"You will. Much more." he warned.
He led me into the bedroom and up onto the bed. He positioned me on my back,
released my hands and attached each wrist to the ends of the headboard. He
bent my legs at the knees til my heels touched my thighs and tied them
tightly. He tied ropes to my legs and thighs pulling at them, he brought my
knees up toward my head until I was splayed open and tying them. I was now
totally exposed to his gaze. The swollen lips of my vagina spread open. With
the blindfold still in place, I could only hear him as he moved about the
room. The first thing I felt was a cold damp touch at my unprotected anus.
His lubricated finger slid up into me. "NO, Don't! I've never...."
"Silence! I won't warn you again."
In silence, I suffered his invasion. I had refused this type of sex to my
husband. I thought it was dirty and was afraid of the pain. I tightened my
opening, attempting to prevent him access. What kind of animal would want to
engage in such an act? For a young man, he was a very perverted person. But
was I any better? I knew what he wanted when I came here because I was too
much of a coward to pay for my actions. He must have used something on me. I
though it would hurt, but I didn't feel any pain. What I felt, to my shame,
was a tingle, a pleasant tingle. He sawed his finger in and out of my rear
deeper each time. Then I felt the muscle expand as he added another finger
and then a third. In and out...In and out. I fought to stop myself from
responding. But, my body betrayed me again. I rolled my ass on the bed
trying to capture his fingers deeper into me. As quickly as he began, he
stopped, withdrawing his fingers with a pop. The sphincter ring gaping open,
reaching for something, anything to fill it up. And then nothing. No sounds,
no touches, I could only lie there unable to move and wait. The anticipation
excited me. The anal probing had started my juices to flow again. Something
hard and rubbery pressed against my ass, larger than his fingers, sliding
into my anus. It filled me, stretching my canal, there was pain now, but
pleasure as well. The pain seems to add to the erotic pleasure. It popped
though the outer ring and settled deep in my ass. I tried to push against it
to extract it, but it must have been tapered because it wouldn't move easily
out of me. He rubbed his hands on my pussy and I clamped down on the rear
invader driving even deeper into me. My clit rose to attention immediately,
my lips spread open, my body responded, I wanted this. I wanted it all.
"More, more," I begged. "Don't stop. It feels so good."
He gently teased my pussy causing contraction in both my holes and then I
felt his penis press at my mouth. I open wide without hesitation allowing
him to slide it across my tongue. He continued to rub me as he dipped his
prick in and out of my mouth using it as if it were a vagina. I closed my
lips around him putting pressure on his shaft. He was about the same size of
my husband and I had no trouble accommodating his shaft. His rubbing excited
me and for the first time ever I didn't gag as he slid deeper into my
throat. I was so excited I swallowed him! I brushed my lips against his
pubic hair! He was all the way into my mouth and I wanted more! In and
out...in and out I sucked at him greedily. His fingers driving me higher the
pressure in my ass a new and erotic additive to my excitement. I felt him
swell in my mouth. I knew he was cumming, I don't believe this, I wanted to
taste him, I wanted to know what his seed would be like. I swallowed Bob's
sperm because I felt I should, but I didn't like it. I had never wanted to
taste it. But this stranger, this animal, his sperm I wanted in my belly, I
wanted him to cum in me. I sucked harder, applying more pressure, and could
feel the sperm rush up his shaft, pulsing into my mouth. So much,.. 3,.. 4
spurts. I couldn't swallow fast enough, some ran down my chin. He scooped it
up with his fingers and fed it to me. I sucked it in without regret, I
wanted it. His finger send me over the edge and the contraction forced the
intruder from my ass. I squeezed both holes tightly trying to find something
to fill them both again. He rose from the bed and I heard him leave the
room. In just seconds he returned, quickly he climbed onto the bed and
roughly he inserted his (hard?) penis into my exposed pussy. How did he
recover so quickly? He drove full length into me, slamming against my womb,
then withdrawing nearly completely. Deep into and out again. After all the
stimulation of the day, I responded like the hot whore I had become. As he
continued his forceful attack, his hands roughly kneaded my breasts,
tweaking my nipples, MORE, I wanted it like this. He brought his mouth to my
tits, his bread scraping my breasts. HIS BEARD? He didn't have a beard!! Who
was this? Who was this man fucking so roughly? So good!! Faster, Faster!! He
humped against my pelvic bone. The pleasure made me forget everything. My
husband, my morals, my dignity. "FUCK ME." I moaned. We came together. I
felt his seed shoot into me coating my walls, running down my lips onto my
thighs as he pumped once more deep into me and collapsed on top of me.
"Oh yes, yes, yes" If I was free I would have wrapped my arms around him
grinding him onto me and never let go. But I wasn't able to stop him as he
rose above me pulling out. He slapped my ass once and left the room.
I could have cried in frustration, I wanted more. I had gone so far, I
didn't want to go back. I wanted more. I didn't care what I looked like,
tied to a bed a stranger's sperm dripping from my open pussy, another's seed
splattered on my face. I wanted more. Someone returned to the room, climbed
onto the bed, a hard prick rubbed my pussy. I tried to suck it into me. It
teased my clit coating itself with the man's sperm and then it lower pushing
into my ass. It hurt!! "No, not so fast. Please give me time...." It drove
into me. Ohhh it hurt. I was wrong I wasn't ready for anything. Deeper it
invaded me. I tried to squeeze it out, but that made it hurt more. Deeper,
How far would he go?
"OHHH... it hurts. Stop, please.." In..out..in..out How can I stand this?
"Ohh...ohh...ahh..." Suddenly I changed. It felt good. real good.
"more..more..more..."
How strange. It was like regular fucking, but different. Good, but
different. My orgasm began deep in my belly. I didn't even know I could have
an orgasm from this perverted act. And what an orgasm!!!!!
I have never, NEVER cum this hard. I was soaking the bed with my juices. I
humped my ass toward him, I wanted him even deeper. More..More... He came!
He filled my ass with his sperm.
I was begging him out loud. I was moaning for him to come in me.
"Fill me. Fuck my ass. Deeper, Oh GOD, Yes Yes Yes. It's so good. Yes."
He collapsed on top of me. I stretched my neck to reach him, to kiss him
gently on his cheek.
I awoke alone, untied. A note on the mirror.
"Help yourself to a shower. I will call you again. Don't dare to disappoint
me."