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More than anything, I wanted to stop, stand up and say, 'we must be done then, because I'm not going to fuck you'. My mouth opened, I waited for the words to come out, but to my everlasting shame, I pushed back on his cock, trying to orgasm. He let me fuck myself on his cock for half a minute, but as soon as I was close again he grabbed my ass and wouldn't let me move.

"I'm fucking you. I'm doing the work. Why did you stop me?"

"You need to say please. 'Please, sir. Please let me fuck my slutty cunt on your wonderful, hard cock'. I need a little gratitude for my efforts."

I wanted to shoot him. I wanted to stand up and kick him in the balls. I wanted to spit in his face and scratch his eyes out. "Please, sir. Please let me fuck my slutty cunt on your wonderful, hard cock," was what I said. He let go of my ass and I started fucking him, huge tears funning down my face. Within fifteen seconds, I orgasmed, screaming my pleasure. This time, when I started spasming on his cock, he filled my cunt with his cum, grunting like an animal. I sobbed, crying openly.

"Clean it off," he ordered when our throbbing ended.

I turned around and licked his cock clean. My cum was dripping off it. I was so ashamed. I'd not only fucked him, I asked him to please let me do it. I was a slut and a whore. There was no getting around it. I could feel his cum running out of my cunt and dripping on the tile floor.

When he was clean, he tucked his cock back in his jeans and zipped up. He handed me a wooden box with a hinged lid.

"Open it," he ordered.

I lifted the lid. There were four glass tubes in the box, with an empty one for the fifth, which is what I assumed was in my ass right now. They were smoothly pointed at one end, thicker in the middle, narrowing down to a flange at the opposite end. Each of them was larger than the other, ranging from about three and a half inches long and an inch wide to six inches long and at least as thick as Tanner at its widest.

I looked up at him. "Every day your husband isn't home, you put the next largest size in your asshole. By eight AM, you will post a picture of your plugged ass to this website." He handed me a card with pluggedbimbobabes.com printed on it. "You can leave your face off the picture. Each one of the plugs is a different color so I know you're putting the next largest size in. When you've worn the largest one, I'm going to fuck your ass. I'm going to fuck your ass until you climax and I leave my cum in it. Do you understand, slut?"

"Yes."

He slapped my face, not hard, but enough to make it sting. "Yes, sir," he said. "Say it."

"Yes, sir."

"Of course, you don't do what I tell you, your husband gets a nice collection of pictures and videos showing him what a slut you are. I got some nice ones of you today. I'm sure he'll appreciate his little slut fucking someone else in his home, don't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"One more thing. My sluts need to know how to get all of my cock in their little cock sucking throats. I'm giving you three weeks to learn to take all of me. Practice on your husband. I'm sure he'll appreciate your efforts learning to properly suck my cock. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good little whore. I'll see you later. I can't wait to fuck that tight ass of yours."

He pulled his hoodie over his face and left, shutting the door behind him. I found my phone in my shorts pocket lying on the floor and sent a quick text to Mauro and Jolene.

He just left. Wearing black hoodie. Please tell me you're outside.

I received a text back from Jolene. Got caught in bad traffic. Still four or more minutes out.

Damn! The bastard was going to get away again.

Could you please come here. I need to talk.

I'll be there as fast as I can. Hang in there.

I was still kneeling on the floor when Jolene got there.

She knocked on the door and came in, calling my name, when she saw the door was unlocked. She saw me sitting on the floor and ran over and put her arms around me. I started crying again.

"Oh, baby. I'm so sorry I didn't get here earlier. Can you tell me what happened or do you need a minute?"

Through my tears, I explained what happened. I showed her the box on the floor and pointed out its contents.

"The missing one is in my rectum now," I said. "I'm supposed to put a larger one in me each day Tanner is gone, and post a picture of it to this website, so he knows I'm following his instructions." I handed her the card.

"Is his semen still in you?"

"Yes, I thought you might need DNA."

"Good girl. Have you touched any of these plugs yet?"

"Only the box."

"I need to run out to the car and get an evidence kit. Wait right here, okay? Don't move."

"Where would I go?"

Jolene stroked my face for a moment, wiping some of my tears off. "I'll be right back."

She was gone for less than five minutes and came back with a tool box sized kit labeled evidence. She opened it up and took out a test tube and some cotton swabs.

"I'm sorry to have to do this, but I need to take some swabs of your vagina."

I pointed to the puddle on the floor. "Some of it leaked out of me. Can you take it from there?"

"I will take some, but cleaning agents on the floor may be destroying the DNA already. I really need to take some from you as well. Plus, I need to see if there are prints on the plug. I'd like to do it while it's still in your body. I'm sorry."

Leaning forward on my hands, I let her swab the cum from my pussy. She took four swab samples from there, and two more from the floor, putting the swabs in test tubes, sealing the tube, putting them in baggies and writing down date, time and where the sample was from. As soon as she finished that, she dusted the glass plug in my ass, not finding any prints. She also dusted the four other plugs, but they were clean as well. She dusted the box and there were prints there, but not many, so they may have been mine.

"He may have been wearing gloves. Do you remember if you felt skin when he touched you?"

"I'm sorry. I wasn't paying much attention. Most of his touching was of the painful variety, pinching and slapping. He did rub my clit, but there was lube on his hand from when he put the plug in my ass. I mostly felt the lube."

"Did he touch anything else while he was here?"

I thought for a moment. "He slapped my ass several times, and my face, but the only thing other than me I remember him touching is the door as he left. He pulled it shut behind him."

"I'll dust the door knob, but it might not tell me much unless I can take Tanner's prints to eliminate them. I don't know if you want us to do it."

"No. I'll try to get his prints on a glass or something so you have them, but don't take them yourself."

She dusted the door and took impressions of the prints she found there. She also took my fingerprints so she could eliminate them from the surfaces of the door and the plug box. She bundled up all the stuff she collected.

"Why don't you take a shower now, and I'll clean up out here," Jolene said, "then we'll talk."

Finally getting off my knees, I went into the bathroom. I turned the water on hot and took a shower, scouring myself until my skin was red. It wasn't enough; I still felt dirty. I'm not sure there was enough water in the world to make me feel clean. I also removed the plug from my ass and washed it until it sparkled. I thought about it going into my mouth and almost retched at the thought. Finishing up, I put on a robe and went back out to speak to Jolene.

"I'm sorry," Jolene said, "but if your blackmailer can find you at your home any time he wants, we might have a hard time catching him unless we start full daytime surveillance on your house. We're talking eight or nine hours a day at $200 an hour. Close to two thousand dollars a day and we might be here for days without him approaching you again. I suspect you don't have tens of thousands stashed in your savings account."

"No, I had between five and six and I gave you a grand earlier."

"So we have to make you less available; get you out of the apartment so he can't just drop in on you. Make him have to call to meet with you. Maybe have you visit friends or family, do some volunteer work or something, anything to get you out of the house. Where do your parents live?"

"Perdido Beach in South Alabama. Should I go visit my parents?" I asked.

"No, too far. If someone is giving him information, he can still find you there and it would take us forever to get there, plus we're not licensed in Alabama. It needs to be somewhere local, where it wouldn't be unreasonable for you to take a couple hours to legitimately respond to a request to meet."

"My friends have been asking to get together, so I could start spending time with them, or start looking for a job."

"Would Mr. Mason find it unusual for you to start looking for a job?"

"He would. It was one of the things we discussed before we got married. I'd be the homemaker of the family while he brought home the bacon."

"So your husband might find it suspicious if you look for work? Kind of defeats the purpose of trying to keep him in the dark. We could do the friends thing, but if one of them is working with your blackmailer, he's still going to know where you are."

"If he shows up at one of their places, I'd at least know which one I couldn't trust anymore."

"Maybe, but not necessarily. Any one of your friends would have a clue of the schedules of the others right? So if several of them worked during the day, the choices of who you could actually be spending time with is limited. He could put the little spy cameras outside the houses of your friends and know which one you're visiting, if he hasn't done so already. He seems able to keep pretty close tabs on you. You thought he was in St. Lucia on your honeymoon, or at least someone was feeding him information. It seems so big, almost like it's a conspiracy. I wonder if he hasn't bugged your purse or something."

"Can you check?"

"I've got a radio sweeper which could check, but spy equipment is a lot more sophisticated these days. Some of it stays inert and invisible to detection unless it receives a signal turning it on. He could leave it off for days, and on a day he wants to find out where you are or see what you're doing, turn it on for a couple hours, then turn it off again. If you bring your purse to the office, we'll sweep it, but it might not prove anything. I checked that website address he gave you and it's an amateur site people upload pictures to all the time. It's based in California, so I don't think we'll get anything through it."

"Are you saying it's hopeless?" I asked.

"Not hopeless, just more complicated, or more expensive. He seems to be quite clever. Obviously, we'll check the fingerprints, we'll check the DNA, we'll check on the names you gave us. I've got to admit, I hoped we'd be able to get him the next time he attempted contact, but you had no time to respond, and no chance to put him off." She put her arm around my shoulders. "What are you going to do if we don't find out who he is before you're using the largest plug?"

"What else can I do? I'll let him fuck my ass." I started crying again. "I'm such a slut," I sobbed. "He's right about me. I orgasmed when he fucked me. I fucked myself on him and I begged him let me fuck myself on his cock. I'm such a fucking whore."

"Mrs. Mason; you're not a slut. It's what he wants you to believe. He's trying to break you down, make you quit resisting what he's trying to do to you, to succumb to what he wants, but you're not."

"Then why do I orgasm when they fuck me? I'm being raped and I'm begging for it. What decent person begs her rapist to fuck her?"

"It's a fallacy to think you can't experience pleasure from being raped," Jolene said. "Sure, if someone shoves a broom handle up your pussy, you won't enjoy it, but if someone wants you experience pleasure against your will, they can. Orgasms are a physical response to sexual stimulation. If your rapist tries to make you experience pleasure and applies the appropriate stimuli, you will climax. Jurors seem to believe if you got a shred of pleasure from it, you must have wanted it. Unless you go through it yourself, you'll never know what it's like; what you can feel, but it doesn't mean you wanted it."

"Someone else told me the same thing recently."

"They were right. Don't fall into the trap he's setting for you. He wants to ruin your self esteem. Don't let him. Do you want to go through the same thing tomorrow you went through today?"

"No."

"Do you want us to stop looking for this bastard, so he can keep doing the same shit to you over and over?"

"No."

"Then you're not a slut or whore. You're a person who had a normal physiological response to physical stimuli. When you don't want it to stop anymore, then you might have a problem. Until then, keep fighting and don't listen to his bullshit."

"You sound as if you have personal experience with this?"

Jolene looked at me for awhile, apparently deciding if she wanted to discuss whatever it was with me.

Making a decision, she said. "I was raped when I was twenty-six. The rat prick bastard didn't get convicted because he made me cum. The jury believed him when he said I wanted it because I climaxed. Sure, he made me cum, but it didn't mean I wouldn't have ripped his balls off when he was finished if I could have. I didn't want to be raped, but he wanted to make me cum, so he did. Worse yet, my boyfriend is at the trial and hears how I orgasmed as this pond scum raped me and decided I was a fucking slut who was asking to be raped, so he dumped me. The whole experience soured me on the justice system when it comes to sex crimes."

"What happened to the guy who raped you? Has he hurt anyone else since?" I asked.

Jolene smiled at me. "I heard he drowned in a boating accident. Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. The streets are a little safer as a result. Maybe the same thing will happen to your bastard when we find him. Who knows? The world is a dangerous place as you and I both know."

God! I suddenly realized she might have killed her rapist. She was certainly hinting she might have done so, without actually coming out and saying so. Could I do the same thing? It took me about three seconds to decide I could. It might actually be quite easy.

I hugged her. "Thank you, Jolene. I appreciate you sharing your story with me. I'll try not to fall into his trap, but it's hard. I saved myself for my marriage and to realize he can make me feel the same things as my husband does, makes me disgusted with myself."

"Don't be. Almost anyone can. If you're capable of accepting pleasure, nearly anyone can give it to you. It may be more enjoyable with the people you love, but it's not impossible with others. Please believe me on this. Try to get out of the house. Go to the movies, go to the library, go shopping, spend time with your friends. Any place other than your home he tries to contact you will be riskier for him."

"Thanks for coming over. It really has helped."

"Like I said earlier, I'm sorry we couldn't corral the asshole today, but we will get him. I'll let myself out."

Jolene had wiped the fingerprint dust off the box of plugs after finishing checking them. I put the last plug in the box and hid it in the closet behind some of my long dresses and shoes. I spent the next hour or so trying to make arrangements to get out of the house tomorrow. I checked to see if Tiffany could play a little hooky from work tomorrow.

"I can't play hooky tomorrow, but we could get together after work or Saturday."

I needed out during the day on Friday, not when Tanner was going to be around, but if I was looking for favors, I needed to be more accommodating in granting them. I still had trouble believing Tiffany was betraying me. She was my oldest and dearest friend. If it was a spy camera used for taking photos, it could have been anyone at the party. Tiffany already said she didn't have security cameras, and it was easy enough to verify.

"Saturday would be good."

"I know some of the others would love to see you as well. May I invite some others to come as well? We can drink a little wine, find out about Tanner, the honeymoon, all the good stuff."

It might help me to find out who it was by spending time with them, observing them, noting the questions they asked. I had to believe only one person had betrayed me and the rest were innocent. Cutting all of them out of my life for one rotten apple wouldn't be fair.

"Sounds nice. I realize I haven't been too accessible lately, but things are calming down now. Tanner's back at work. I'd like that. Thank you."

"Looking forward to it, girlfriend. I'll let you know who else is coming."

"See you later, Tiffany."

"You too, Brooke. It will be good seeing you. It's been three weeks."

It was probably pointless to contact other people who worked. Shizuko was working, but as an artist, so she would be working from home. I should check with her. Even if she was busy, maybe I could hang with her while she worked.

"Hi, Suki, it's Brooke. Do you have a minute?"

"What's up?"

"We haven't had a chance to get together since the wedding. I wondered if I could see you tomorrow?"

"Oh, Brooke. I'd love to get together, I really would, but I just got this huge commission and I'm trying to figure out what to do. It's kind of open, he's looking for ideas and I've been searching for the right topic to present to him. Wait a minute! Would you be willing to model for me? Nude that is?"

"Me, nude? Suki, I can't do a nude. Hanging up in some stranger's house. What if someone who knew me saw it. I'd be mortified."

"Your head and face wouldn't have to be visible. It could be a generic type nude. No one would ever know it was you. I could give you right of refusal, so you'd know your face wasn't visible. Brooke, this would be great. You're so beautiful and you're the only one of our friends who has the time to do it."

Depending on how long it took to model beginning to end, it would be a great way to keep me out of the house and give Mauro and Jolene a chance to respond if my blackmailer made contact with me again.

"I'd have to check and see if Tanner had a problem with it."

"He can have right of refusal too, plus tell him I'll make one for him if he agrees."

"Let me text him and I'll let you know."

"Quick. I need to get started on this thing."

I texted Tanner. Suki wants to use me as a nude model for a commission she has. Generic, no face. You'd have rights of refusal.

She wants to paint you nude? Do you want to do it?

It would get me out of the house and if I get to decide what it looks like, I'm open to the possibility. I told her I'd check with you. As an incentive, you would get one for our apartment.

Sounds intriguing. Have her do some sketches of the possible finished product and I'll decide about the overall project. If we decide to to it, I might like to come over and watch sometime.

Only if you behave yourself. I don't want a repeat of the poker game.

;)

I called Suki back.

"Tanner said he'd consider it. He asked you do some sketches of proposed finished product and he'd decide based upon those."

"Great! Come on over tomorrow and we'll get started."

Perfect. One day covered. If Tanner agreed, I might have weeks worth of work to keep me out of the house.

"I'll be there. Eight-thirty okay."

"It's earlier than I'm accustomed to getting up, but fine."