by Paige Bond
Blackmailed 7
A Blackmailed story
by
Paige Bond
Copyright© 2020 by Paige Bond
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The book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously.
WARNING!
This book contains adult content that may be unsuitable for some readers.
This book is intended for adults over 18 and all characters in this story are represented as 18 or over.
Blackmailed 7
In the two months since I’d decided it would be exciting to be blackmailed I’d faced many of my fears and desires. I’d been almost physically repulsed at the idea of fucking a girl, but now I had a steady girlfriend. I hoped my blackmailer would allow me to continue with Cindy. I’d sucked off random guys, been fucked by two guys at the same time, blown a teacher at school, been tattooed and pierced and worked as a stripper/whore … shit, was there no limit on what he could think of to make me do? The latest act was to present me with a thick leather collar and make me walk naked through the streets of my home town. And then I’d asked for permission to wear it at night. Several days had passed and I’d not heard from him.
Slave,
I enjoyed your last videos – I think you’re really starting to realize what you are. You may wear you collar every night. You next task is simple. Put your collar on and find a coat hanger with clips on it. You will attach the clips to your nipples and the hook to your collar. Then beat the underside of your tits with your hairbrush. When you’ve delivered 50 blows to each of your breasts masturbate with your dildo. When you’ve cum you can remove the coat hanger. Make sure I can see your mouth in the film. Make it good – this one’s going on your channel.
Master.
I don’t enjoy the pain, but I do enjoy the thought of guys wanking off to me suffering. There was no time limit for this task but I figured I may as well get it over with. As soon as I got in from school I stripped off, put on my collar, set up the camera, found a suitable coat hanger and set it to one side with my dildo and hairbrush and started the film.
I knelt down and opened my legs to the camera. I reached out and found the coat hanger – fuck, this was exciting, knowing that if I got it slightly wrong my face would be exposed. I’d picked a hanger with rubber clips, not the horrific metal teeth. I opened the first clip, lined it up with my nipple, took a deep breath and with my other hand pulled on my nipple to get it erect. I put the clip behind my metal nipple piercing and gently released the clamp so it closed onto the sensitive bud.
Jesus, the pain was unreal. I couldn’t help it, I whispered fuck as it bit into my skin. There was nothing I could do, I had to tolerate this. I waited to let the pain subside a little before lining up the second one and putting it in place. This time I put the clamp behind the nipple and onto my breast. This hurt significantly less so I removed the first one and adjusted it back. I took the hook and pulled it up so that it lifted my breasts upwards, revealing the soft underside. I slipped the hook into my collar and I was ready to begin. I smiled for the camera and picked up the hairbrush with my right hand.
I breathed in again and brought it up hard into my soft tissue. It hurt, but compared to the clamp it was nothing. I repeated the action over and over, keeping track of the count. When I got to 50 I did another 5, just to make sure. I wasn’t smiling anymore but at least I wasn’t crying. I swapped hands and repeated the 55 strokes with my left hand to the underside of my right tit. I was proud that I’d managed to complete this without crying.
Fuck, what if I’d not hit myself hard enough? Maybe if I’d screamed and cried it would have looked better for the guys watching this later? Shit, I should have thought of that.
I put the brush down and picked up the dildo. I leaned in slightly to the phone but tilted my head back and opened my mouth. I spent a few minutes pushing it gently in and out of my mouth before brutally pushing the full length down my throat. I repeated this a few times until I couldn’t wait any longer, I wanted this inside my cunt.
I pulled it out of my throat and pushed it up inside my wet hole. It slipped straight in, I was soaking thinking of the guys who would be wanking off watching this later. I fucked myself with it, keeping my legs wide apart. With my other hand I started to rub my clit. I gasped when I first touched myself, I was going to cum in seconds. I started to beg the camera, thinking of the guys watching.
“Please … please may I cum sirs? Please ... please let me cum … please.”
With every word my voice was getting higher and quieter as I got closer. When I couldn’t take it anymore I allowed myself to cum. I tried so hard to keep my legs apart but they partially closed as wave after wave of release engulfed my body. My head came forward, fortunately my face was soon covered by my hair. I was gasping in pleasure as the orgasm just kept going. Eventually I managed to gasp to the camera.
“Thank ... you … for allow … ing … me to … cum … sirs … thank … you.”
As my spasms subsided I opened my legs again, pulled out the dildo and deep throated it to clean it. When I was happy that it was clean I pushed it all the way down my throat and held it there with my teeth. I unclipped the coat hanger from my collar and gently released the teeth from my nipples. I threw the torture device to one side and gently caressed my painful buds as the blood re-entered them.
Pulling the dildo from my mouth I put it down, smiled into the camera and said,
“Thank you for watching. Don’t forget to subscribe.”
I stood up, shakily, I’d been kneeling on the floor for almost 20 minutes. I rubbed my tits, they were so painful. I really hoped that they were badly bruised, I didn’t want my master to think I’d gone easy on myself. I checked them in the mirror – no need to worry, they were turning reddish purple. Finally I pulled the phone down and stopped filming.
I left my collar on and climbed onto my bed to watch – shit, this was hot. There was no doubt that I’d hurt myself. I thought I’d taken most of the blows in silence but I’d been wincing and making grunts as the blows landed. I pulled the video down onto my laptop, cut off the start and end and mailed it to my owner. I added the film of me blowing the father and son from the previous week.
Later that night while watching TV I checked my channel on Pornhub. My master had uploaded it already and I now had five subscribers. I should have been disgusted with myself, but all I could do was smile. I was hot.
Cindy wanted to see me at the weekend but I made excuses to avoid her – I didn’t want her to see the bruises on my body, there would be too much explaining to do. Instead I spent the weekend cleaning my room and catching up with my studies. I was actually disappointed that I didn’t get any new tasks all weekend. When the next one came on Wednesday it was demanding.
Whore,
You enjoy this too much. You’re nothing but a plaything for men. To this end, on Friday you will go out in a revealing mini dress. It must end nearer your cunt than your knees. No underwear. You will wear your collar as you leave the house. You will go to bar in the black district. Here you will allow men to use you. You will obey every order without hesitation. I want film of you being used – I want to see a cock in each of your holes at the same time. Finally you will kneel on the floor as they cum all over your naked body – bukkake. I doubt your dress will survive the night. Enjoy walking home covered in cum, slut. You may not wipe cum off
yourself until you shower at home – I want a film of you showering so I can see the cum washing off.
Master.
I was shocked and should have been disgusted, full of hate for this man. I should have called the cops, refused, seen a lawyer, told my step dad. Any of these things would have been better than what I did, which was lie on my bed and fuck myself with my dildo until I came twice, imaging what was going to happen on Friday. Even when I was acting as a money whore for him I’d not been with a black man. Now if seemed I was going to be with many.
Thursday came and went, I masturbated before school, at school, as soon as I came in from school and again at bedtime. I couldn’t stop thinking about what was about to happen to me – I was going to get properly gangbanged. I’d been use by two guys at the same time before but a whole group … shit, what if nothing happened? I re-read his email, if I went to the bar and nothing happened I was covered, there was no mention of having to be used.
But, and I still hate myself for this, I wanted to be abused. I wanted to have guy after guy fuck me, I wanted to walk out naked into the night, plastered with cum. I wanted people to see me like that. As I lay on the bed early on Friday morning I pulled out my phone and looked at my Pornhub channel. Three videos of me and in one, only one, was my face visible. Next time I resolved I’d show my face to the world. I wanted this.
After school I came in and showered. I resisted the urge to masturbate again and put on a cheap mini dress. I applied my makeup – I wanted to look my best. I found an old pair of cheap heels – I figured they weren’t going to survive the night either. My tattoo was on display. Well, my step-dad had to see it sometime. I doubted he would notice – how often do you look at someone’s ankles? We ate dinner together, he assumed I was off out on a date and told me not to be back too late. I just smiled – he was an early to bed, late to rise guy. He’d be asleep by 11, long before I got back into the house. And no, he didn’t see my tattoo.
I ordered an Uber for nine and sat in my room, fantasizing about what was going to happen. I still had a bottle of vodka in my desk drawer and I drank four or five shots to steady my nerves. I checked my phone, there was space for over five hours of video on it, courtesy of a new memory card. I poured one more drink and lay down. My phone bleeped, Uber was outside. I put my new collar on and padlocked it into place, putting the key on the table at the side of my bed.
As I closed the door I shouted a friendly goodbye and I set off into the night. The Uber driver looked at me in the mirror.
“You sure you want to go to that bar dressed like that honey? It’s not exactly known as a hangout for young women … and certainly not for girls dressed like you.”
“I’m sure thanks – I’m meeting people there.”
“You be real careful in there OK?”
“I’ll be OK, don’t worry about me,” I replied.
He looked at me again and shrugged his shoulders. I could almost hear him thinking and worrying about me. He shook his head as if to say he knew better but there was nothing he could do. I opened the door and climbed out. He drove off into the night.
At the bar door I hesitated, took a deep breath and pushed open the door. I walked in. It was dark and smoky inside. I looked around, there were maybe 30 guys in there, all male, all black. A shiver of nerves and excitement ran down my spine. I could feel people stopping talking, putting the pool cues to the side and watch me as I crossed the room and sat on a stool at the bar.
The bartender crossed to me and looked at me. He was in his mid-twenties, a firm athletic body with toned muscles. I was attracted to him instantly. I held his gaze.
“What you here for girl?” he asked.
“A drink,” I replied, “and to maybe meet someone.” I paused and thought about my orders. I’d not got it quite right. When he held the vodka in front of me I apologized to him.
“Sorry, that wasn’t quite right. I’m here to do whatever anyone one in the bar wants.”
He didn’t move and just looked at me, his arm motionless, the drink not quite on the bar.
“Say that again girl,” he replied.
I leaned in towards him and spoke as softy as I could over the blare of the music, “I’ll do whatever anyone in this bar orders me to do. Anything.”
He held my gaze and shook his head and smiled, “Shit girl, you had me going there for a moment.”
“I mean it,” I replied, “Give me an order and I’ll do it.”
I put my phone on the bar and picked up the drink and downed half of it. He was thinking.
“Unzip your dress, pull it off your shoulders, let me see those fine tits of yours,” he ordered me.
“Yes sir,” was my reply. I reached behind my back, pulled the zipper down and slipped it off my shoulders, revealing my pierced tits. I carried on as if nothing had happened, picked up my drink and sipped a little more. The guy behind the bar reached across and placed his hands onto my tits.
“You for real girl?” he asked.
“I am.”
I looked in the mirrors behind the bar. The customers were closing in on me. I spun on the seat, the bartender’s hands coming off my body. I spoke loudly to the gathered crowd, my heart pounding.
“I’ll do whatever any of you want. I’ve only got three conditions. First, I want at some point to have a cock in my mouth, one in my cunt and one in my ass. Second, when you get bored of me I want to kneel naked on the floor while you cover me in your cum. Finally, I want you to film it. All of it. On this,” I said, picking up my phone.
It was a few second before one of them spoke. He was older, maybe about 50 and must have been one of the more respected regulars.
“Pick up the bitch’s phone Jim and start filming,” he ordered the guy behind the bar, “and lock the door.” He looked at me, “and you, get rid of your dress – you won’t be needing that again.”
I stood up. “Yes sir.” I shook my hips and the dress fell to the floor, revealing my clean-shaved pussy. There was a murmur of appreciation from the crowd. I did a little spin, partially to show my body but mostly to make sure that I was being filmed.
The first guy walked towards me. He was a good deal taller and towered over me. He grabbed one of my breasts in his huge hands and squeezed hard. He squeezed his fingers together, forcing my flesh out until he had my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He crushed the nipple between his strong digits and I gasped. Clearly he liked that as he just squeezed harder, pulling upwards. I tried not to resist, lifting my arms up and down, but never placing them on his arm. I raised myself up onto tip toes to try to relieve the pressure on my tit. He just pulled harder.
His eyes focused on the underside of my breast, noticing the bruises.
“What the fuck happened here?” he asked.
I thought for a moment. I wasn’t going to tell him I’d done it to myself. Instead I lied, well sort of lied. “I like rough, abusive sex and I got hurt last time.” Only a semi-lie, I do like rough sex. I was just lying about how I got the bruises.
He looked at my eyes and just shook his head. “Fuck girl, you’re unreal.” He raised his other hand up until it was level with my face. We held each other gaze as he brought it down hard into my other tit. The pain was intense as he slapped my tit hard. I was proud that I held his gaze and smiled back at him. All he said was fuck, his voice trailing off.
He let go of my nipple and I fell back to my feet. He put 2 fingers inside the ring on my collar and pulled me. He set off across the bar, pulling me behind him, the rest of the customers following. At the pool table he leant back against one of the tables and pushed me to my knees. I knew what to do and unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and placed it into my mouth. He put his hands on my head and started to buck his hips as he cock grew and grew. This wasn’t a blowjob, he was fucking my face.
After a couple of minutes he switched us round, pushing my head against the pool table. I had nowhere to go, I was totally under his control. He was absolutely brutal with me, thr
usting his cock in and out, leaving me struggling for breath as be brutalized me. I could hear him grunting and groaning as he used my throat. It didn’t him long before he pulled out and started to wank himself. I opened my mouth wide as he came on me, shooting thick load after load of sticky white cum on my face and in my hair.
“Get the slut onto the pool table,” I heard someone say. Instantly I was in the grip of several strong arms. They hauled me up onto the table and spread my legs wide. One of them produced some rope and they tied my legs down. My head and arms were hanging off the edge and a second cord tied each wrist to the table legs. A guy was on my mouth, fucking it hard like a mouth cunt. He had no regard for me, giving me little opportunity to breathe. I felt another set of arms on me, lifting my body up. One clambered underneath me and rammed his cock into my ass – there was no lube, no gentle warm up, just straight in. I tried to scream but my throat was full of a huge cock. The guy underneath me grabbed my tits and crushed them hard, the one in my throat started slapping them hard.
Another guy climbed onto me and started to fuck my wet pussy. I ground back against him, determined to cum. I just hoped this was being filmed correctly – I’d met one of the demands now with three cocks inside me.
I became aware of flesh, first in one hand and then another and realized I was holding two hard shafts. I gripped hard and the men fucked against me, DP, oral and two handjobs at the same time, I had excelled myself!
The guy using my throat pulled out and started to wank himself as he came all over my face, more of it going into my hair. He started shouting with excitement.
“You’ve got to fuck this bitch’s throat, she can take anything down there. Never had a mouth like it, she should be in pornos.” With that he slapped my face and left.
I breathed deeply while I could. As soon has he’d gone another guy was on me, using my throat hard. This was incredible, I could feel the two cocks inside me thrusting alternately in and out as I ground my clit against the guy on top of me. I should have been disgusted but the sensations were electric and I was getting closer and closer to cumming. The second guy was taking longer strokes into my throat so I could breathe. He leaned in to grab my nipples and I started to cum, hard. It was all I could do to not clamp my teeth down onto his cock. I could hear other guys around me commenting on what a slut I was – they’d noticed me cumming. I could feel the guy in my ass starting to cum deep inside me as the one in my cunt pulled out and shot over my stomach and tits. He hollered and whooped with delight as he climbed off me.
