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                                  "BLACKMALED"
                                  By DATS Him

                          PART 2 - ONLY THE BEGINNING?

She stepped out of the elevator at exactly 8:55 Monday morning. The
Vice-President of Finance walked through the hallways, saying the obligatory
hello to everyone she passed.  Her secretary already had a steaming cup of
coffee and her appointment book laid out the desk.  After opening her closet,
Ann gazed inside.  Last Thursday evening, she was in this same spot, but for a
different reason.  Ann reflected on her behavior and the events of that night.
Things had changed since then. She couldn't put a finger on what was different,
but she had this gut feeling that something was not the same.

"Oh well, I better get to work." she said, talking out loud to herself.

"I know how you feel.  It was all I could do to drag myself out of bed this
morning."

"Please don't sneak up on me like that."  Ann told her secretary.

"Sorry.  I'll wait until you've had your coffee, then come back."

"That's okay Tracy.  What do you need?" Ann asked.

"I only wanted to let you know that I scheduled your appointments for Tuesday
and later as best I could.  I figured that if you're anything like me, you
wouldn't want people bothering you the first day after a long weekend.  Today,
you only have an 11:30 meeting with Mr. More from Do-It-Right Janitors.  I've
already reserved the conference room.  He'll be here to renegotiate the
building maintenance contract.  Don't worry about a time limit, you're the only
one on the list for the room all day.  Other than him, you're free to kick back
and take it easy."

While stepping to her desk, Ann trembled slightly when Tracy mentioned the word
'Janitors'.

"Thanks." Ann said and picked up her coffee.

Sitting down, she thought about her weekend.  Nothing went right.  Ann got into
a fight with her boyfriend and spent the weekend alone.  Within 1 hour after he
arrived at her apartment late Thursday night, they were yelling and shouting at
each other.  She gathered that his extensive business trip wasn't as productive
as he would have liked and it seemed as though he was taking it out on her.

Setting her personal problems aside, Ann began to work on the reports on her
desk, the same reports she was suppose to complete last Thursday night.  Ann
looked at her watch after closing the last folder.  It was 11:20.  Ann buzzed
Tracy, asked her for a few things, and proceeded next door to the conference
room.

"Here are the files you wanted.  There's several invoices that haven't been
paid.  Accounting wouldn't disperse the funds until they have your approval."
she told her boss.

"Thanks Trace," Ann said, opening the files and going through them.

Mr. More arrived at 11:30 for his appointment.  Tracy was startled by his
silent and sudden appearance.  He stood towering over her desk looking for Ann.
Eternally the busy-body and not ever embarrassed, Tracy asked him how tall he
was.

"6 foot 10.  And, before you ask, I don't play basketball.  I can think of
better ways to work up a sweat." Sam answered and smiled.

Tracy chuckled at his joke then escorted him to the conference room.  Knocking
once on the closed door, she followed Sam inside.

"Mr. More, this is Ann Sutter, our Vice President of Finance.  Can I get you
anything before you start your meeting?" Tracy asked.

"Coffee, black, will be just fine dear," Sam said and took a seat across from
Ann at the large conference table.

Tracy couldn't help but notice the astonished look on Ann's face when she saw
Mr. More.  Her boss was also turning a bright red and suddenly became very
nervous.  Ann's reaction to the large man was similar to her own, but Tracy
doubted very much that Ann had the same reason.

The silence and hostility between them lasted for 2 seconds after Tracy left.

"I believe I can close these files for good.  Any questions Mr. More?"

"How do you want me to begin?" Sam asked.

"Don't bother trying!  If you'll excuse me, I have to notify security that your
firm will no longer be working here," Ann said and started walking toward the
door.

"Sit your ass down and shut the fuck up!" Sam hollered.

Ann ran to the phone on her right and was about to hit the intercom button,
when his massive hands grabbed her small wrist.

"It'd be a shame to break your arm.  Now, sit still and behave yourself," he
said and walked her back to the chair.

"I don't know what you THINK you're going to accomplish, but you just made the
biggest mistake of your life buster!  My secretary will be back, and when she
walks through that door, I'm going to scream my head off."

"Like you did the other night?  You'd better look at those first!"

Sam produced a white envelope from his jacket and threw it at her, causing Ann
to jump.  She picked it up from her lap and looked inside.  What she saw made
her heart stop and her face turn white with horror.  It was a stack of
pictures.  Pictures he had somehow taken in her office last Thursday!  She only
got a look at the top one when there was a soft knock on the door and Tracy
came in, carrying a tray with two cups and a pot of coffee on it.

"I'll set this down here and then make sure you're not disturbed."

"Thank you...Tracy?  It is Tracy, right?" Sam asked her.

"Yes sir, Mr. More."

"Well Tracy, as you can see, we have a lot of things to go over, so I'm glad
you brought the whole pot.  Thank you."

"You're welcome sir." Tracy said and left.

"What's this all about?  How did you get these?" Ann asked after they were
alone.

Sam swung Ann's chair around so she was facing him and glared at her.  Ann
cringed in fear at his imposing figure.  When he did speak, Sam's deep voice
was evenly pitched and foreboding .

"Never mind!  It's too late for that.  Right now, if I were you, I'd be more
concerned about other people seeing these.  Your boyfriend for instance, or the
members of the Board of Directors.  What do you think they'd do after seeing
these?" Sam said and paused while she mulled it over.

Ann knew she'd be ruined if anyone ever saw them.  The one picture she did look
at, showed her laying on top of Sam, passionately kissing and making love to
him.  She didn't need to see the others.

"Now pay attention, Ann, because I'm not going to repeat myself. You and I are
going to spend a lot of time together.  You will do anything I want, any time I
tell you!  Do I make myself clear?  If you don't, I'll make sure every member
on the Board of Directors of this company, plus your boyfriend, get their own
personal copy of those pictures."

"Okay, how much do you want?" Ann asked him.

"First, I think you should reconsider the contract." Sam told her and stood up
straight again.

Fishing it out of the folders, Ann quickly read it.  After scribbling some
notes on it, she held the contract out to Sam.

"There!  That's double the amount and it's for three years, not one!"

"That's pretty generous, but I'm more interested in what you have!"

Ann took off her rings, bracelet, watch, necklace, and earrings.

"This isn't strip poker.  Keep going!"

Ann looked at him incredulously as it finally dawned on her what he had in
mind.  He couldn't possibly expect her to have sex with him!  Last week was a
mistake and she certainly wasn't about to make the same one twice, especially
since he was blackmailing her.

Sam saw what she was thinking about by the look in her eyes.  Still standing in
front of her, he slowly and deliberately undid his pants.

"If you're afraid of someone barging in, I'll settle for a blow job!"

"WHAT!  YOU'RE CRAZY!  NO WAY!"

"Don't piss me off or I swear you'll see copies of those pictures plastered on
every bulletin board in this office before the day is over.  Now, open your
mouth and start sucking my cock!"

Ann could only sit speechless in her chair as Sam stepped closer with his huge
dick flopping around inches from her face.

"It won't be as bad as you think.  Hell, I bet you'll even enjoy it.  You did
last week.  To show you I'm not such a bad guy after all, I'll even give you an
incentive.  Every time you do what I tell you to do, you'll get one of the
original polaroids and all the copies I made.  Hell, I'll even let you pick
which one you want."

"WAIT A MINUTE!  There's got to be over a dozen pictures in there!"

"Only nine.  I gave you the first three last Thursday, remember?"

"You want me to have sex with you nine times!"

"Only eight, if you blow me right now."

"How will I know you gave me all the copies?  How do I know you don't have
more?  How do I know you're not lying?

"You don't!" Sam said flatly to emphasize she had no say in the matter.

It was Thursday all over again.  Ann couldn't bring herself to suck him off,
but she couldn't refuse either.  The pictures he had would destroy everything
she worked for since graduating from college.  She closed her eyes, wishing she
were somewhere else.  When she opened them again, Sam's cock was closer to her
face.  She saw it twitch and wanted to turn away, but he already grabbed her
head and was holding still.

Sam looked down and gradually pulled her to his crotch.  Her hair, rubbing
against his dick, felt soft and cool.  He moved his hips side to side and
watched as his dick combed through her blonde curls while her forehead was
scraped by the lowest part of his zipper.  He then began pumping his hips and
saw his ebony cock bury itself in her golden mane, growing harder and longer
with each stroke.  Sam easily straddled her chair and pinned Ann against the
back cushion.

"Time to play slut.  That's what I'm going to say from now on. When you hear me
call you a slut, that means you do what I tell you to do and you don't stop
until I say so!  No questions and no bitching!  Just do it!"

Ann meekly shook her head in agreement, but didn't say anything.

"When I ask you a question slut, you better answer me.  What's it going to be?"
Sam asked to make sure she was listening.

"Okay.  I won't argue." Ann replied.

"Not good enough!  I want to hear you say you'll be a slut when I tell you to
be one."

Ann resigned to give him what he wanted to get the pictures.  She had no other
choice.  Whatever he wanted her to do, she would have to do it.  For the
moment, all he wanted was a blow job.  All she had to worry about was not
making him mad.  After he left, she could try and figure out a way of getting
the pictures from him, but not right now.

"I'll be your slut.  Whatever you want, I'll do it and I won't argue with you."
Ann told him.

"That's more like it.  Now open your mouth and suck my cock slut!"

Sam bent his knees and shoved his still growing dick at Ann's face.  When it
touched her lips, she opened her mouth.  She was cooperating better than he
expected.  The bonus of having his contract doubled was a welcome surprise
also.  He'd have to make sure she didn't change that.

When Ann felt his prick touch her lips, she didn't stop it from entering her
mouth.  Instead, she opened her mouth as best she could and allowed him to push
it in.  He was forcing her to do it, but he couldn't force her to enjoy it like
Ann did last Thursday.

Sam noticed the way she was obediently allowing him fuck her mouth.  This was
fine, but it wasn't great.  He wanted her to act like she did last week.  It
didn't matter though.  His cock was so huge, that the friction alone would get
him off.  Sam started to fuck her face, making the chair rock with each thrust,
and soon her lips were sliding back and forth over his dick.  In a short while,
the conference room filled with the sounds of the attractive blonde's mouth
wetly and noisily being fucked by Sam's cock.  The slurping and smacking noise
of Ann's lips mingled with the creaking clamor made by the springs in her chair
as Sam relentlessly plunged his gigantic cock in and out of her mouth.

"If my dick pops out one more time, you won't get any of the pictures.  You
better start sucking it like you did the other night slut!" Sam shouted.

He was telling Ann she had to eagerly blow him, not just permit him the use of
her mouth.  After his warning, she clamped her lips around his shaft and tried
to keep it in her mouth, even though he wouldn't move his legs when she
attempted to bring her hands up and hold his dick in place.  When Sam felt the
added pressure of her lips around his dick, he began to fuck her mouth more
rapidly.  Her head was driven against the chair and her mouth slid farther down
his cock every time he thrust at her.  All Ann could see was the blurry twinkle
of his zipper as his cock swiftly penetrated and withdrew from between her
lips.  She was getting a headache from the pounding he gave her, but she wasn't
about to loosen her lips.  When the spongy head of his cock bumped against her
tonsils, she heard Sam grunt loudly.  He did this several times and sounded
like he was enjoying the discomfort it caused Ann.  When he finally did force
his prick beyond her tonsils, she started choking.

Sam stopped moving when his cock fucked into Ann's throat.  He couldn't believe
how tight and warm she was.  This was just as good as fucking her cunt, and
that was damn good.  Sam was real glad he decided to use the pictures against
her.  When he first thought of it, he wasn't sure if he could do it.  Now, he
was absolutely sure he could.  Ann was born to be a slut, she just didn't
realize it yet.  By the time he was done with her though, she'd know it and she
would never be the same.

Because Sam's cock was 11 inches long, there was still plenty of his dark shaft
protruding from Ann's mouth.  Staring at her contorted face from above with a
satisfied grin, he kept her head pinned against the chair with one hand and
masturbated the base of his dick with the other.

"Yeah!  In your fucking throat!  You hear that!  My cock is in your throat!
GET READY!  HERE IT COMES!  SWALLOW IT!  SWALLOW ALL MY CUM!  SUCK MY COCK YOU
FUCKING SLUT!" Sam howled and came.

Ann was frantically gasping for air.  She was gagging, wiggling, kicking and
squirming in the chair beneath him.  When his cum did start shooting, her
convulsions got more violent as her stomach tried to vomit the sperm he was
forcing her to drink.

After he finished coming, Sam deliberately took his time pulling his cock out
of her throat and mouth.  Finally able to breath, Ann inhaled and exhaled
deeply.  Stepping back and placing his dick back in his pants, Sam noticed a
small trail of cum dripping down the side of her mouth.  Ann was beginning to
get her color back, but it was still difficult for her to swallow.  Her throat
was irritated from being enlarged by his dick, but at least her stomach had
stopped wrenching.

"Not bad.  You were better last week though.  Straighten yourself out.  We're
going to your office to discuss a couple of other things."

Ann didn't argue with him.  After wiping her mouth and making herself
presentable, she picked up everything from the conference room table and
followed Sam out the door.  Relieved to see that it was noon and everyone was
at lunch, Ann marched into her office, Sam closing the door behind her.  She
sat down at her desk and waited for Sam to speak his peace.

"See, that wasn't so bad.  Now you get one picture.  Which one will it be?"

Ann couldn't answer him.  She didn't want to look at the photographs, but knew
she better.

"Don't worry.  Take your time and look them over.  I'm in no hurry.  By the
way, that envelope is your's to keep.  Call it a memento if you want.  You
know, you're real sexy when you dress up.  Ever do any modeling?  I'll bet you
could be good at it.  Maybe not as good as you're doing here, but all the same,
it's nice to have something to fall back on in case the unexpected comes up."
Sam said sarcastically.

While he was talking, Sam idly walked around her office, looking at all her
diplomas and certificates hanging on the walls.  He then opened her closet and
saw the familiar flight bag.  Pulling it out and setting it down on the couch,
he examined the clothes inside.  They were the same outfits he saw last week.

Ann was too busy and mortified flipping through the pictures to pay any
attention to what Sam was talking about or doing.  All the photos were of her
and Sam in very lewd sexual positions in the middle of her office.  There would
be no doubt in anyone's mind who saw these that it was Ann.  Her face was
plainly visible in each snapshot.  The most damaging aspect of every one of
them was that you could see she clearly enjoyed what the two of them were
doing.  It was impossible for her to determine which picture was the more
incriminating.  All of them were.  She was going to try and appeal to him to
change his mind when she noticed he had the flight bag out and was rummaging
through all her clothes.

"I know some women that would kill for these things.  Decide which picture you
want?"

"Listen, I..." Ann stuttered, lost for words

"Can't pick?  I had a hard time too.  They all look good.  I didn't think you
would be able to make up your mind, so I took the liberty of bringing one.
Here!" Sam said and threw a large envelope from his suit jacket on her desk.

Inside, were seven thinner envelopes.  Five of them were addressed, one to
every member on the Board of Directors, and two envelopes had no writing.  All
of them had an index card stapled on top of a picture.  Each picture was the
same and every card had the same typed note.  It read;

Ann Sutter
29 year old Single Female

Blonde Hair, Green Eyes, 5' 5", 105 lbs.  I am a business woman during the day
and a slut at night.  My cunt gets wet just thinking about going to adult
bookstores or XXX theaters and fucking as many people as I can find.  I love
double or triple fucking.  I love surprise gang bangs the most.  I love being
held down or tied up as group of men or women violently fuck every hole I have
till I pass out.  I love being ordered to kneel in front of a group of people
and forced to suck the cum out of any cock or cunt that is shoved in my mouth.
I always wear nylons, garter belt, and sexy high heels when I go out.  All my
skirts and dresses are short.  My tits are firm and easily excitable.  I have
long slender legs and a very slim waist.  My warm blonde cunt, small tight ass,
and wet hungry mouth are always available after work.  I don't care about age,
color, or size.  I AM NOT LOOKING FOR MONEY!  I am looking for anyone who
seriously wants to use me.  I AM A SLUT!  (Address and phone are on the back of
the picture.)

Ann quickly turned the picture over.  Her name, the company address and phone
number, even her extension, were hand written on the back.  It was now
imperative for Ann get every copy Sam made of these.  She could not allow him
to keep a single one.

Though she knew the note was totally preposterous and a bold face lie, the
picture below it would prove otherwise to anybody else.  It showed that she was
not only able, but also that Ann was very willing to do precisely everything
the sensational note said.  There was no evidence of her being forced or
threatened to perform what she was doing in the picture.  In fact, of the two
people in the photograph, Ann was the only one who was vigorously doing
anything.  Even her own eyes could not deny seeing the expression of absolute
sexual pleasure that was on her face when the camera took the snapshot.

In the polaroid, Ann was kneeling over Sam.  His face could not be seen, but
her's was.  She was wearing a garter belt, nylon stockings, and high heels,
just like the note said she always dressed.  Nothing else obstructed the view
of her lean and attractive body.  Ann was aiming Sam's gigantic cock right at
her face as she fucked her pussy on the toes of his feet.  The excited nipples
of both her breasts were poking against the middle of his thighs while she
expanded her mouth to form a large circle directly above his dick.  Her
beautiful face was splattered with fresh blotches of cum.  A large stream of it
was overflowing from her filled mouth.  There was one thick strand of sperm
vulgarly stretching from her tongue and Sam's dick.  Both her hands and his
cock were covered with the gooey cum, but she still held the base firmly.

"I made seven copies of all nine pictures.  One is for you, one for your
boyfriend, five are for the board members, plus the original polaroid.  I'll
mail the other eight if you give me any shit!  When I say suck my cock, you
better get on your knees and do it!  You understand? You even hesitate and it's
your ass!  You got it?"

"Please!  I'll do what you want," she begged.

"You better!  You got any more clothes like these?"

"No."

"Every time we meet, I want you in a different outfit with lots of leg and tit
showing.  You'll be getting a list of special things I want you to pick up too.
I don't care where you get them, but you better have them when I call."

"When will that be?"

"I don't know, but you'll only have one hour to get dressed and meet me when I
do."

"What if I'm out of the office?"

"That's your problem, not mine.  If you have to go out of town, you better let
me know ahead of time.  By the way, what's your home phone number?"

"I won't let you call me at home!  NO!  Not at home!"

Sam got off the couch and slowly stepped up to her desk.  Ann, imagining he was
going to beat her up or something like that, leaped out of her chair and ran to
the opposite side of the desk he was standing at.  Sam reached down and grabbed
all the envelopes he had just given her.

"You're back up to nine visits!  Unless you want me to mail these, you better
give me your home phone number.  It's your last fucking warning."

Ann rattled off her number.

"If you ever, and I mean EVER, say no again, I'll personally deliver these and
tell everybody that you asked me to talk them into fucking you just like I did!
Do you understand?"

"Please don't!  I do anything!  Please!" Ann apologized.

"Here," Sam said, grabbing his contract, "I'll drop this off on your
secretary's desk.  Remember, you say no to me again and I'll be the least of
your worries.  See you around slut," Sam said and left.

For the balance of the afternoon, Ann was a nervous wreck.  She had seriously
misjudged the man who discovered her last Thursday and was going to suffer for
that mistake.  She discretely inquired about him, trying to find out if he was
honest in business affairs.  The responses she got were vague or of no help.
Not many of the people she talked to even knew who Sam was.  By the time 5
o'clock came, Ann was more than prepared to go home.

Entering her apartment, she heard the phone ringing.  Sam, her boyfriend was
calling.  They chatted pleasantly for a few minutes, each disregarding their
fight over the weekend, and made arrangements to meet for dinner on Wednesday.
Ann asked if it was possible for him to come over tonight, but he was tied up
with work.  After they said goodbye, she was locking her front door when the
phone rang again.  She heard the caller say "it's Sam," and her response was to
ask if he could come over right away.

"If you really want me to, I will."

"What do you want?" Ann asked harshly when she realized it wasn't her boyfriend
at the other end of the phone.

"I know you don't like me or like what I'm doing, but who gives a flying fuck?
I don't!  But, you better quit talking to me in that tone of voice.  Right now,
I'm the last person on earth you want to piss off.  I was only checking to make
sure you gave me the right phone number and not some phony one."

"How long is this going to go on?"

"Well, you owe me nine visits.  I figure..."

"No, I mean when will the last call be?" Ann asked, trying to keep her voice
calm.

"If you're that anxious, let's meet day after tomorrow."

"No, I can't make it.  I..." Sam cut her off.

"Did you say no?" Sam asked, then suddenly hung up the phone.

When the line went dead, it was as though someone had shot her.  Ann wanted to
cry out.  She could imagine Sam on his way to the nearest mail box.  By the end
of the week, she'd be fired, loose her boyfriend, and be totally disgraced.  If
he mailed the pictures tonight, they'd probably be delivered by Wednesday.  The
Board members would talk among themselves Thursday and on Friday, her life
would come crashing down around her.

Ann knew the process all too well.  Nobody was ever discharged except on Friday
now a days.  After packing their personal things, the former employee had no
reason to come back the following week.  On Monday, all the gossip and stories
would start to circulate about them.  Some of it was true, but most of it was
lies.  The slight ring of truth would have everyone believing the rumors.  It
is a prevailing business practice for layoffs, but in the past, it was used as
an appalling scheme to ruin the individual reputation of someone unfairly fired
merely to justify managements conduct.  Ann imagined the same thing would
happen to her and there was nothing she could do about it.  A week from now,
everyone at work would think she was nothing but a cock starved slut willing to
spread her legs for anyone who wanted to fuck her.

Ann's boyfriend might call after he got the pictures.  Then again, he might
not.  She preferred he come over so she could explain everything to him face to
face, but she just didn't know how he'd handle seeing her in all those pictures
making passionate love to a black man. She was certain that he'd terminate
their relationship, but she at least wanted the opportunity to tell him the
truth of what occurred and why he got the pictures in the first place.  She
decided to call him at the office now, before he got the pictures, and reached
for the phone.

Almost jumping out of her skin when the phone rang as she touched it, Ann was
hoping it was her blackmailer, and not her boyfriend.

"You change your mind yet, or do I pay a visit to some people you know?" Sam
said.

"Please!  I'll do whatever you want!  Honest!  Anything at all!" Ann answered
quickly.

"I'll call Wednesday and have the stuff from the list I sent!"

Ann flopped down in the chair next to the phone.  There was nothing she could
do, she had to meet Sam whenever and wherever he wanted.  She also had to come
up with an excuse to break her dinner date with her boyfriend.  He would ask
all sorts of questions and she didn't want to think about that right now.
She'd rather have him angry at her for breaking a date than seeing him go crazy
because of those pictures. Relieved that Sam did call back and give her another
chance, Ann poured herself an unusually potent drink to calm down.  Even though
she rarely drank, she needed something to help her relax.  This whole
predicament was causing her to come apart at the seams.  After gulping down
three tall glasses of straight whiskey, she was more dizzy than calm.  She had
to get her mind off of her situation.  Ann noticed her mail laying by the front
door and decided to go through it.  Even thinking about bills or reading junk
mail would be better than sitting there tormenting herself.

Her mail did contained some bills and a letter.  Opening the letter, she knew
right away it was from her blackmailer.  Sam was so sure of himself, that he
mailed it last Friday.  This emphasized how naive Ann truly was and it
frightened her more.  The letter was a single page with a list.  It was the
list of items Sam wanted her to get.

 Dresses or Skirts (10, sexy and show a lot of leg & tit)
 High Heels (10, 4" heels)
 Stockings (any color) NO PANTYHOSE!!!
 Garter Belts (10, the sexy kind)
 Handcuffs (2 wrist & 2 ankle)
 Rope (10' long, 1/2" thick)
 Dog Collar
 Dildo (2, 10" long vibrating kind if they have it)
 Vibrating Egg (battery operated & remote control)
 K-Y Jelly (2 tubes)

She put the list down.  The clothes were no problem.  Dressing up like she did
last week, made her feel seductive and also brought back delightful memories of
when she would dress up as a little girl.  Ann was really horrified about the
other things on the list though.  She then realized she wouldn't have much time
to go shopping if she was suppose to have everything by Wednesday.  Looking at
her watch, she saw that it was 7 o'clock.  She'd have to go to a clothing
store, shoe shop, and pet store.  Ann knew she'd also have to go to a sex shop,
and cringed. Downing a fourth glass of whiskey and grabbing her keys, Ann left
her apartment and drove to the nearest shopping mall.

Once inside, Ann located the directory and looked for a pet shop and shoe
store.  Finding both, she quickly walked to the pet shop.  She asked the clerk
behind the counter for a dog collar.  The clerk showed her that all those items
were hanging on the wall on the other side of the store.  Never owning a pet in
her life, Ann was astonished at the selections available.  If Sam intended her
to wear one of these, she would pick the most unobtrusive one she could find.
Checking them over, she found one she liked best.  It was thin and black,
almost like an elegant choker, with a silver name plate opposite the buckle.
It didn't look like a dog collar at first glance and that's why she bought it.

Ann then went to several shoe stores before finding one that had a large choice
of high heels.  The only man in the store waited on her diligently, measuring
her foot and getting all the styles and colors he had to offer.  He sat on the
stool in front of her and slipped on every pair as though her feet were made of
glass.  She thought the guy was insane until she saw his bulging pants and a
little wet spot near his zipper.  With a devilish grin and feeling the effects
of the whiskey, Ann held her leg out to him and asked what he thought of the
red pair of heels she had on.

The clerk was trying to avoid her eyes, but not her legs.  With Ann's foot
almost in his face, he was able to see clear up her skirt.  He asked her to
switch so he could check the other foot.  When she held it up, he looked like
he was checking the fit of the straps that went around her ankles.

Ann thought she was depraved for teasing the man, but it excited her to know
that his dick was growing rigid from just touching and looking at her legs.
Pretending that the shoes didn't feel right, she asked him to check the instep
of each foot and parted her slender legs.  The clerk sighed and placed his
hands on her foot.  Not once did he look at her instep.  His gaze went between
her thighs.  Ann got more risque and opened her legs slightly further.  She
noticed the wet spot in the man's pants was getting larger and the bulge was
getting bigger.

Thinking about what she was doing, and before she got herself into more
trouble, Ann said that she had to get going and told the clerk she'd take 9
pairs of high heels.  Two pairs of black, and one pair of white, blue, red,
brown, gold, silver and a multi-color pair.  The man offered to carry the shoes
out to her car for her, but she politely declined his help.

While slowly walking to her car because of the whiskey, Ann thought of Sam's
list and speculated how mad he would be if she didn't have all the things when
they met.

"After all, you didn't give me much time," she said out loud.  "He'll
understand, won't he?" Then, she recalled one of his comments, "that's your
problem, not mine," it echoed through her brain.  "No, he'll be furious," Ann
said drunkenly to herself.  "We already fucked once and I sucked you off twice,
not to mention I wrote up a new contract.  You have nothing to loose, while my
ass is still on the line.  I guess I only have one day to get the rest of the
stuff."

Buying the clothes would take some time.  She couldn't do it during lunch.  She
had an appointment tomorrow she had to keep.  She'd have to buy them tomorrow
night.  But, when could she get the other things.  It would be either after the
clothes tomorrow or right now.  Normally, Ann took pride in the fact that she
never procrastinated.  She considered hard and long about doing it now.  She
knew the only place to buy the other items on the list was at a sex shop and
she didn't want to go to one in her condition.  Thinking again about what Sam
could do to her with those pictures, Ann decided it was best to get it over
with.

Driving cautiously out of the mall parking lot, she headed toward the part of
town where she knew the sex shops were located.  Always feeling uneasy about
just looking at them, Ann never thought she'd have the nerve to walk into one
so she drove around until she spotted a store that looked empty.  Then, being
too embarrassed and drunk to park her car in front, she drove around to the
back hoping to get in that way.  There was a small lot, well lit by flood
lights, and Ann felt semi-safe since there were no other cars around.  After
taking a deep breath for courage, she got out of her car, locked it, and walked
to the back entrance of the adult bookstore/sex shop.

Stepping through and closing the door behind her, Ann was suddenly surrounded
by darkness.  She couldn't see anything, but she did hear the voice of a women
of wailing noisily.  Trying to get her bearings and feeling more dizzy, Ann
walked toward the only light she could distinguish and stumbled into another
door.  Thinking this was the way to the front of the store, she pushed and
opened it.

Ann gasped and stood still with a dumfounded look on her face.  There was a man
was masturbating inside of the small cubicle she just opened and she had hit
his arm with the door knob.  His rigid dick was sticking straight out of his
pants and pointed at her when he turned around to see who barged in on him.  He
also had a dumfounded look on his face, but didn't try to hide himself.  Both
of them stayed this way for a few seconds, Ann gazing wide eyed at his dick
while he looked her body over.  The man then reached out and pulled Ann into
the booth, closing the door behind her.  She couldn't take her eyes off his
dick and let him to tug her closer.

"You like it?  Here, rub it a little," he said then took her hand and wrapped
it around his cock.

When she didn't remove her hand, the man started to lift her skirt.  Ann was
too astonished to say or do anything.  She just stood there with his cock in
her hand and kept gawking at it.  She saw his hands pull her skirt up, but she
didn't move.  The man didn't believe his luck.  An attractive blonde walked in
on him and was now gripping his dick.  He had dreamed about this, but never
thought it would actually happen.  He wasn't going to spoil the opportunity
with small talk so he started doing everything she'd permit him to do.

He located the button and zipper to her skirt, un-did them, and let it fall to
the floor.  She still didn't say anything.  He saw that she wasn't wearing
anything under her skirt but pantyhose and grinned at her.  Then, placing one
hand on her ass, he put his other one between her thighs and began stroking her
pussy.  Ann knew she should have done something, but didn't.  The man's hand
rubbed her for a while as they stared into each other's eyes and then she heard
him rip a whole in her pantyhose.  When his fingers made direct contact with
her damp pussy, her hand gripped more firmly around his dick and her lips
opened in a sigh. Taking this as a gesture from her that it was okay to keep on
going, he turned her around to face the wall.

"Spread your legs and bend over a little so I can fuck you." the man whispered
into her ear and pushed her feet apart.

The next thing Ann felt was his dick slithering it's way between her silky legs
and pushing against her vulnerable and exposed pussy.  Her mind told her to
move, it told her to cry out at him, it told her to do many things, but her
body disregarded it all.  She felt his hands tightly grip her hips and then his
cock suddenly pierce into her pussy.  She moaned loudly and bit her lower lip.
Holding still for a moment, the man behind her then began fucking her savagely,
as though he hadn't had sex in years.  Each vigorous stab of his cock brought
another loud moan from Ann.  Her pussy was so surprisingly sopping wet in such
a short period of time that he was fucking her with the full length of his cock
by the third plunge.  Her loud moans and his grunting mixed with the sounds
being made by the video on the screen above her head.

Ann was so excited by this anonymous fuck that she began to respond almost as
quickly as the man behind her.  She thrust and wiggled her ass at him, matching
the force that he used to fuck her.  When his hands left her hips and went
under her blouse to pinch her sensitive nipples through the lacy bra she had
on, Ann let out a louder moan.  She could feel his testicles bouncing against
the inside of her upper thighs, and every once in a while hit her clit, as they
continued to fuck each other at a frenzied pace.  The noise his body made,
colliding incessantly against her firm and nylon covered rear, was resounding
off the wood panel walls of the small booth and sounded like someone was
clapping.  Abruptly, Ann could feel his dick expand and discharge.  It throbbed
a couple of times more and he grunted as he squirted his cum into her.  His
sperm sent a warm feeling throughout her body as she gripped his dick with her
pussy, trying to keep him inside her, and was about to climax herself.

"Don't move.  Stay just like that." the man said and pulled out of her.

Ann didn't know they weren't alone.  The man's friend was also there.  He saw
her go into his buddy's booth and quietly stood by and watched the two of them
fuck.  When the first man finished with her, he stepped aside and let his
friend take over.

"You want to fuck some more?" the new man asked.

In her excited and drunken state, she eagerly shook her head yes.  She was very
close to orgasm when the man behind her stopped and she wanted to keep fucking
if he was able to.  Ann had no idea it was a different man that was going to
fuck her.

"Reach down and put my cock in your pussy." the new man said.

Ann fumbled between her legs and found his dick.  Grabbing it, she pulled him
up to her pussy and thrust back at him.

"I'm going to stand still and let you fuck me." the man told her.

Ann began fucking herself back at him, his cock going farther into her pussy
this time.  She didn't remember his dick being so fat, but it didn't stop her
from enjoying it.  She kept fucking him, getting closer to the orgasm she
wanted so badly.  Forgetting where she was, Ann started to cry out.

"PLEASE, don't just stand there!  FUCK!  Fuck my cunt!  HURRY!  Fuck me!  I'm
almost there!  Please!  FUCK ME!" she yelled.

The new man began pumping violently into her.  The loudest moan yet came from
Ann's throat and she clasped her pussy tighter around his cock.  The two of
them fucked like untamed animals while the first man watched.  Ann's initial
climax sent her body into a spasm and was quickly followed by another.  She
wildly shook her head and screamed at the man to fill her pussy with his cum
and fuck her faster.  The second man did as she reached her third straight
orgasm and cried out about how much she loved his cock.

After pulling his dick out of her and stepping back, both men looked at Ann.
They decided that before she came back to her senses, they should leave.  They
zipped up and walked out, leaving the booth door wide open.

Gaining some of her composure and returning to semi-normal, Ann turned around
to look at the stranger who had just admirably fucked her twice.

"OH GOD!" she screeched when she saw that she was alone in the booth and the
door was open with different man glaring at her from outside.

She quickly pulled her skirt down.  Totally embarrassed, Ann didn't know what
to do.  Swiftly composing herself, she picked up her purse and looked at the
man.  In a business like manner, she shrugged off the event like it never
happened and asked if he could point the way to the front of the store.  She
saw his eyes gazing at her legs and felt further embarrassed.  The two loads of
cum were running out of her pussy and pouring down the inside of her thighs.
Any moment now, the sperm would rush past her knees to her ankles.

"Fuck me first, then I'll show you how to get up front." the man said.

"I need to get some things.  Okay?  When I'm done." Ann lied as fast as she
could.

The man said he'd be waiting when she was ready and showed her to the front,
staying by the booth area as she walked up the isles of magazines to the
counter.  The kid behind the counter saw her come out from the back and was
surprised.  Besides being pretty, she was alone.  He fell all over himself
trying to wait on her.

"Can I help you with anything?" he asked her.

 Ann swallowed her pride and suffered the humiliation she was going through.
She grabbed Sam's list from her purse and read it to the clerk.

"Hey, slow down lady!  How many handcuffs you want?" he asked.

"Four pair.  Two wrist and two ankle."

"Like to get kinky eh?  I like that because I do too." he said and got her the
cuffs.

"Now, What kind of egg are you looking for?  We got big ones, small ones,
plastic ones, and metal ones." he asked.

"The ones with batteries and a remote control."

"Metal or plastic?"

"I don't care."

"Here's a nice set of metal ones.  They're real easy to clean off when you're
done using them.  Now, what kind of dildos you want?  We got a big selection."
he said.

"The two largest and, if they vibrate, that would be better." Ann replied
without thinking of what she just said.

The clerk walked over to the next counter and pulled out the largest one in
there.  It was 36 inches high and shaped like a man's fist and forearm.  He
dropped it on the counter in front of her.

"Think you can fuck this?" he chuckled.

Ann nearly fainted at the sight of the thing he was talking about.

"My God!  Not that!  Don't you have something smaller, say 10 inches?"

"Damn lady!  If you can fuck 10 inches, how about stepping in the office?  I'm
sure between me and couple of those guys, we can give you 10 inches of real
cock, not this rubber shit!" the clerk said blatantly so everyone could hear.

Ann got furious.  Even in her drunken state, she knew Sam was blackmailing her
and she had to put up with that, but she didn't have to stand there and be
humiliated by a pimple-faced college kid.

"Listen asshole!  You weren't hired to insult me so shut your filthy mouth and
just tell me if you have what I asked for." she yelled at him.

With a renewed self confidence, she asked if he had any K-Y Jelly.  He pointed
out a box at the other end of the counter without saying a word and went to get
the dildos she wanted.

Ann grabbed two tubes and walked back to the cash register, putting them on the
counter and looked at the dildos he put there.  They both looked like the real
thing, mushroom head, veins, and all.

"These are 12 inches, but the black one vibrates.  That okay?  All we have is a
brown and black.  We're suppose to get some more tomorrow if you don't like
these." the clerk politely said.

"I guess they're okay.  What do I owe you?"

While he checked the prices, she looked to see if the other men were looking at
her.  All of them were gone.

"The total is $120.95 Will that be cash or charge?" he asked.

"Charge." she said and got her card out.

"I'll need to see your drivers license and a home phone number too please."

"Here's my drivers license and by law, I'm not required to give you my phone
number.  You can verify my credit without it." she told him.

The clerk took her credit card and license over to the phone and called in for
an approval, not arguing with her about the phone number. He also wrote her
name and address on a separate piece of paper while he was on the telephone.

After he verified her purchase amount and bagged everything, Ann left the same
way she came in.  This time, she stayed away from any doors that had red lights
on above them.  Just as she put the key in her car door, she felt a hand on her
shoulder and heard a man's voice speaking to her.

"Thought you'd sneak out on me uh?"

Ann turned and saw he was not alone.  There were three other men behind him.
She started talking as fast as she could as they all closed in on her.

"Listen, I'm not here for myself.  I came here for a girlfriend of mine.  I was
only doing her a favor, really!  You can call her if you want!  Please, leave
me alone." she pleaded.

"Does your girlfriend always ask you to fuck strangers?" he asked her.

The men formed a circle around her car door, trapping Ann in the middle.  The
look of lust in their eyes told her she had better hurry if she wanted to get
away from these men.

"Honest, I was buying this stuff as a wedding present for my girlfriend!  You
know, as a joke!" she said nervously trying to unlock her car door.

One of them snatched the paper bag from her hands and pulled out a dildo.

"If your friend's getting married, why does she need this?"

"No!  I told you.  These are a joke!  That's all!  She kids me all the time so
I thought I'd kid her back." Ann replied still trying to open her car.

The men weren't buying any of her story.

"I suppose you fucked me and my buddy as a joke on your friend."

Ann turned a bright red and started trembling as she recognized the man as the
one who pulled her into the booth when she first walked in.  The man standing
in front of her then shoved her against the car door and pushed his hand up her
skirt, driving it between her thighs and ramming a finger in her pussy.

"Well young lady, you want to fuck out here or in your car?"

Ann didn't believe what was going on.  Not just with these men, but with
everything that had been happening to her since last Thursday. She was
beginning to think that somebody or something was causing all this trouble.
But, she was bound and determined to work out each problem as they came along.
Like her business decisions, she would examine the situation and facts, and
then take the appropriate action.

She was too late.  While she was thinking about her problems, the men had laid
her out on the ground of the brightly lit parking lot.  They had even ripped
opened her blouse, bra, and skirt without her realizing it.  Her legs were
being lifted high and held apart by two of the men, as another held her hands
above her head and covered her mouth.  A fourth man dropped his pants and knelt
down between her spread legs.  He put his hands on her tits, pressing all his
weight on them, then plunged his cock into her vagina.  As the man proceed to
savagely fuck her, the others cheered him on.

She was more embarrassed than she had ever been in her life.  She didn't feel
that she was being humiliated or degraded, but she felt embarrassed.  Ann was
actually getting turned on by what the men were doing to her.  She was enjoying
the way they held her so she couldn't move.  She liked hearing their remarks
about her body.  She loved how violently the man was penetrating and stretching
her pussy with his cock.  Shamelessly, Ann didn't try to cry out for help or
fight them off. She even anxiously waited for them to fuck her in ways she was
never fucked before.

After the first man quickly came inside her, he unceremoniously got up, let one
of the other men get between her legs, and walked away. By now, the other men
saw they didn't need to hold her anymore.  She kept her own legs apart and
hands above her head while the second man fucked her.  When he also quickly
came, he did the same thing, but first he wiped his slimy cock off on her legs
and then walked away.  The third man told her to get on her hands and knees,
then he fucked her from behind, squeezing and twisting her tits the whole time.
When he came and pulled out, Ann immediately rolled over on her back and lewdly
opened her legs again.  Her pussy was swollen to twice its normal size and
matted with cum.  Standing above her and looking down, the last man had
different ideas.

"I'm not sticking my dick in that mess.  Suck my cock you fucking slut!" he
yelled.

His words and the tone of voice he used made something snap inside her.  Ann's
whole body acted as though it were on auto-pilot and she suddenly had a deep
desire to suck the man's dick.

She scrambled up to kneel in front of him.  Without being told, she opened his
pants and pulled them down.  Ann then leaned forward and sucked his already
hard cock into her mouth, groaning as her lips encompassed it.  Her tongue
swirled and licked around the spongy head as she began propelling her head back
and forth.  Something told her she had to improve.  She sucked firmer on the
cock and gradually took more of it into her mouth until it was pressing against
her tonsils.  Letting it rest there, she licked the shaft and clamped her lips
snugger around it. Ann then felt a pair of hands at the back of her head.  Once
again, something told her to try harder.

Inhaling deeply through her nose, she let the man's hands drag her face
forward, the cock deliberately shoving its way past her tonsils.  Ann was
pleasantly surprised that she didn't gag.  She could feel the cock reaching and
sliding further down her throat.  The hands and cock didn't stop their
onslaught until her nose pressed against something soft and wiry.  Opening her
eyes and focusing, she saw only curly pubic hairs.  She raised her tongue and
felt the throbbing vein at the bottom of the dick in her mouth.  Ann suddenly
realized she had deepthroat her first cock.  The novelty and excitement of
being able to this filled her with pride.  When the man's hands released her
head, she shook it and buffed her nose into the crotch of the man she was
sucking. Feeling the need for more air, Ann slowly backed away until the cock
head was only in her mouth.  When she was set, her face came forward and the
dick penetrated her throat again.  She kept doing this until she was able to
breath without a problem and then did it quicker, all the time using her tongue
to lick the underside of the cock as it pulled out.  Ann then started to moan
like crazy over her new found skill.  Suddenly and vice-like, hands held her
head in place and the cock went racing into her throat.  It throbbed and then
she felt the discharge of cum in her throat as the man came.

This triggered a different auto-pilot.  Her hands automatically went between
her legs.  While the fingers of her right hand rubbed firmly against her
clitoris, she shoved two fingers of her left hand into her pussy.  Ann was
having one explosive orgasm after another drinking the cum from the cock in her
throat and frantically finger-fucking herself.

When the man finished coming, he pulled his dick out of her mouth, wiped it dry
with her curly blonde hair and zipped up.  He then noticed that her mouth was
still open and that she was stroking and fucking herself with her fingers.  He
looked around and spotted the paper bag on the ground by her car.  Grabbing
both the dildos and a pair of cuffs from it, he first handcuffed Ann's wrists
in front of her.  She didn't skip a beat and was rattling the chains on the
cuffs as she continued to fuck herself with her fingers.  Next, he positioned
the brown dildo between her lips and slowly pushed it in her mouth until he saw
her neck swell up.  With closed eyes, Ann eagerly sucked on it like it was a
real cock.  The man then pushed her so she was on her hands and knees and he
made her hold the dildo in her mouth.  Walking around behind her, he then
spread her pussy open and shoved the black dildo into her as far as he could.
Ann immediately started to fuck the new dildo.  He then noticed a switch at the
base.

"Have fun slut." the last man said and walked away, but not before he turned on
the dildo buried deeply in her.

Ann suddenly became a lewd quivering mass of flesh, thrashing about on the
ground.  The black dildo was obscenely protruding from her vagina through the
tare in her pantyhose.  She was gyrating her ass wildly as the oscillating cock
worked its magic inside her pussy.  Her handcuffed hands were tightly holding
the brown dildo to the asphalt while she rapidly bobbed her head up and down,
sucking and deepthroat this fake cock.  In the center of the flood lights
behind the adult bookstore, the young and attractive Ann remained on the ground
in the vacant parking lot for a long time.  Oblivious to her surroundings and
not caring what she looked like, Ann came so many times that she lost track,
then came over and over again until her body and mind couldn't take the
stimulation any longer.

Ann's drive home was difficult.  Her heavy sobbing had stopped, but she kept
wiping at her eyes.  "What is happening to me?", she wondered out loud, "They
raped me and I enjoyed it.  God, what the hell is going on?  I'm fucking every
man in sight!" Ann never thought she could act this way.  That was bad enough,
but why did she also have to climax too.  This only made things worse.  She was
responding to everyone's sexual advances.  She could justify when Sam fucked
her in her office and even the guy in the booth.  They both had reasons to
believe she wanted them to fuck her.  "I have to do something.", she said
aloud, "I'm under a strain, but I have to.  Work on one thing at a time.  The
biggest problem I have is Sam.  If I do what he says and get all the pictures
back, them my life will return to normal."

The next day at work, Ann went through her normal routines without much
trouble, except for the discomfort between her legs and a pounding headache.
Tracy had typed the new contract for Do-It-Right Janitors and brought it in for
Ann's signature.  Instead of signing it, Ann put it in her desk.  She would
leave it unsigned, to make Sam live up to his end of their agreement.  When 5
o'clock came around, Ann went shopping for the clothes she still had to get.

She went back to the same store and found more to choose from because they had
restocked.  Ann thought she wouldn't have the clothes on for long once Sam got
her alone, but she choose the seven most costly outfits anyway.  All of them
showed off her legs and breasts.  Each outfit could be removed swiftly also.
She bought some more nylons and garter belts too because she couldn't remember
how many she got the first time.

Leaving the store, Ann also realized she still had to call her boyfriend and
cancel their date tomorrow night.  She did this when she got home.  Their
conversation ended up with both of them yelling at each other again.  Thinking
about it later, Ann decided that when this ordeal with Sam was behind her she
would tell her boyfriend what had happened so they could patch their
relationship back together.  She wouldn't tell him everything, but most of the
truth.  Nothing could be gained by telling him all the details of what she had
to do, and that was only up to now.  She couldn't imagine what was in store for
her.  The little spats with her boyfriend was trivial compared to that.

The next morning Ann collected all the items she bought.  She would arrive
early at work.  She wanted to make sure nobody saw her come in with the things
she was bringing.  Once there, she checked her schedule and canceled a meeting
for 3:30 that afternoon and told Tracy she had another appointment at 4
o'clock.  Her plan was to get dressed at 3 o'clock and arrive precisely at 4
o'clock to meet Sam.  Though most days lingered on, this Wednesday went by too
quickly.  Tracy always took a coffee break at 3 and today was no exception.
Ann would only have 15 minutes before she got back.

For some reason, standing in front of her closet deciding what outfit to wear,
Ann was becoming turned on.  She thought it was absurd for her act this way.
After all, she was meeting a man who was blackmailing her for sex.  Not just
any sex either.  Sam wanted her to be a slut.  She didn't mind wearing the
clothes.  They did look good on her and she enjoyed the way they made her feel.
She didn't even mind being ordered around.  She had discovered some time ago
this was stimulating as well.  The fact that Sam could alter her life is what
annoyed Ann the most.  If she could trust him, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
But how could she!  The consequences were too great for her to rely on his
compassion, if he had any.

She picked the outfit she would wear and the accessories that she though would
compliment them.  When she was about to strip out of her business clothes, her
phone rang.

"Finance, this is Ann.  How can I help you?"

"Time to play slut Ann!  You only have one hour to get ready and meet me.  I'll
have the same envelopes.  If you behave yourself this time and do everything I
tell you to do, you can keep them.  If not, they're already stamped and you
know what that means.  Also, I want you to bring all the items from the list I
sent you.  Every single one!" Sam said and hangup before she could say
anything.

Ann heard the seriousness in his voice.  Sam would mail the pictures if she
didn't cooperate.  If she hesitated or said no, her career and personal life
would change forever.

As Ann would refer to them later, she hurriedly changed into her slut clothes.
After stripping out of her business suit and pantyhose, the first item she put
on was a garter belt.  It was Ann's favorite color, Pink.  She rolled a pair of
pale tan nylons up each leg, making sure the bans of the silk stockings were as
high as possible before attaching them to the garters, then stretched them some
more.  Next, she wiggled into the pink satin skirt that was part of the outfit.
The hem was short and came midway up her thighs, but only if she spread her
legs open did her nylon tops and garter straps ever show.  Like all her
clothes, this was expensive and had a machine stitched pattern of small white
roses.  The matching blouse was very different.  After putting her arms in the
sleeves, the rest of it wrapped around her and was tied into a knot at her
waist on the left side.  With the front loose fitting and nearly open to her
navel, Sam, and everyone else, would see plenty of her breasts.  The last thing
she put on was a pair of white shoes.  They had thin 5" heels because that was
all the store carried in her size, at least that's what the salesman told her.
They didn't look like impressive in the box.  It was only after Ann put the
sling-backs on did they turn into sexy high heels.

After she hung her work clothes up, Ann straightened out her hair and put on
fresh make-up.  She then put on an overcoat to hide her outfit and left.