079

I was parked on the street and as I walked back to my car, I passed a white van. A familiar voice told me to hand over my purse and get in the back of the van as before. I looked up at my blackmailer's hidden face and silently handed over my purse and walked to the back of the van, climbing in the unlocked door. He told me to strip off my clothes and I started doing so, crying silently. I'd thought to evade him by changing the plugs today. When I was naked, he had me put my hands toward him. He fastened leather cuffs around my wrist.

As he attached them to a pole in the front, I asked, "Is this really necessary? I'm being cooperative."

"You're being cooperative now. You may be a little less so when I start raping your ass."

He was right. As soon as he said it, I started pulling and tugging, trying to get away, but my bonds kept me controlled.

"I'll scream rape," I said, my teeth gritted.

"I don't think you'll do that. I might get arrested, but as soon as I show the police and district attorney pictures of you eagerly sucking cock and begging to be fucked in a van like this one, I suspect I'll get released. Then your secret will be out. Your husband and family, your friends, everyone you know, will find out what a little slut you are, sucking my cock on your wedding day, fucking others on your honeymoon, multiple others. Being spitroasted in a van and begging for it. It's a hopeless case for a conviction. I'll be out before everyone's even had a chance to review the flood of material that hits the internet. So go ahead and scream if you want."

I closed my mouth.

"That's more like it." He climbed into the back of the van with me and started stroking my ass.

"I thought you were going to wait until I used the largest plug."

He smacked my ass.

"Address me as sir, slut. What is the plug in your ass now, Mrs. Mason? It seemed you couldn't wait until I fucked your ass. You skipped right over the second largest to the largest. The only thing I can conclude is you want your ass fucked today."

"Not by you," I said. I added the sir, reluctantly. "Sir. I wanted my husband to take my anal virginity before you had it. Please. Let my husband fuck me first. You can fuck it tomorrow."

"If you wanted your husband to fuck your ass, you should have let him fuck it earlier. I told you I was going to fuck you when you wore the largest plug."

"I needed to prepare my ass, sir. You said it needed to be prepared and he's bigger than you."

"You should have prepared it with something other than my plugs. Too bad."

"Please, sir," I pleaded, "let him have my anal virginity. It's all I'm asking. I'll do whatever else you want."

"You're going to do whatever else I want anyway. Aren't you, Mrs. Mason?"

I heard his zipper go down and his cock plunged into my pussy. The large plug and all the movement I'd done since putting it in left my pussy so moist, he went right in. I cried out in despair.

"Please, sir. Fuck my slutty cunt right now. I'll suck your cock and you can shoot your cum all over my face. Just give me twenty-four hours and my ass is all yours."

"I'll think about it, but you'd better show me a little gratitude."

"Thank you, sir. Please, sir. Whatever you want. I'm all yours."

"Beg for it."

"Please fuck my slutty cunt, sir. Fuck me hard and make me cum. I want you to make me cum so bad."

"Fuck me back."

"Yes, sir." I started rocking back against him, fucking him, opening myself to him, trying to give him everything I had. I could hear his camera clicking behind me, knowing he was taking more pictures.

"Beg some more."

I knew he wanted to have video of me begging to be fucked; something more to protect himself and to threaten me with, but I was willing to give him whatever he wanted if he let Tanner have my ass first.

"Please, sir, I'm begging you. Let me fuck myself on your hard cock. Please, let me cum on your cock. I want it so badly, sir. You can cum on my face. Let me feel all your hot, salty sperm spatter my nasty slut face, sir."

My blackmailer started playing with the plug in my back door, while playing with my clit. He tugged on it, pulling it an inch or two out, expanding my rectum, then pushing it back in. God, it felt good, and I let him know it, still begging.

"You're going to make me cum, sir. Your cock feels so good. Make me cum, sir. Please let me cum."

I spasmed over him, allowing myself to cum freely, not fighting it. I shuddered, my orgasm extending in waves from my pussy and ass. I could feel my body contracting over the plug and his cock. It was so powerful, I was still shaking a couple minutes later. He pulled out of my pussy and moved up by my face. I turned to face him and he still had his camera out, filming. He pumped his cock a couple times and sent sprays of his hot, thick, spunk all over my face and hair. I smiled as he did it, letting him photograph my face as he shot all over my grinning face.

"Yes, sir. Cum on my face, sir. Let me feel your hot cum all over my face."

"Suck it clean, slut."

He waved his cock in my face and I captured it in my mouth and proceeded to suck him clean. He never lost his erection as a result. When he was fully hard again he moved back to my sex and plunged back in. I fucked back against him, being the obedient little whore so he'd leave my ass alone. I felt him moving the plug again figured he was going to tease me with it some more. Instead, he pulled it from my ass and I felt my butt gapping after it was removed. Drops of cold liquid fell on my ass and he smoothed it around the hole.

"What are you doing, sir."

"I'm getting your ass ready for my cock."

"Please, sir. You said you'd wait if I was pleasing to you. I did everything you asked. Please don't fuck my ass."

"You're mistaken, slut. I didn't say I'd wait. I said I'd think about it. I thought about it and I still want to fuck your whore ass."

I started moving my ass all around to keep him from entering me, but my arms and hands were confined and I couldn't use them at all. I tried kicking, but he pinned them down. I dropped my ass to the ground, but nothing I did was successful. I felt his cock at my back door and he plunged in, sliding easily past the muscle now my ass had been prepared. I screeched and he slapped my ass again.

"Keep that up and you'll get your wish and the cops will show and I'll show them your cum smattered face and you begging to be fucked. They won't even arrest me."

"I put the other one in and posted it this morning," I cried as he fucked me. "How did you know I wore this one? And I left the other at home. How did you track me here?"

"You figured that out, did you? Clever girl. Or did your detective agency figure it out for you?"

"How did you know?"

"Thank you for confirming that for me. After one of my last contacts with you, you went to a building downtown. I wondered what was there and ran a check on the address. Lo and behold! A detective agency was located there. By the way; the tracking device in your plug is activated by body heat. Imagine my surprise this morning when your fourth day plug went dark and your final day plug went active. Lovely. Meant I got to enjoy this beautiful ass one day sooner than anticipated."

I shuddered and quietly cried as he reamed my virgin ass. Tanner wouldn't get my ass first either. I felt horrible. This man was taking everything from me and I didn't have any choice. Given he'd cum once already, he was able to go for a long time. Sliding in and out of my anus, I climaxed after ten minutes and my humiliation and despair was complete. I sobbed openly now.

"I knew you were the perfect whore. Your body was made for sex," he said as I moaned through my orgasm. "Your husband should turn you out on the streets. He could retire on the money he made from you. Most whores don't enjoy sex as much as you do. Hearing you moan through your orgasms will drive lots of repeat business."

He plunged into my ass for another half dozen minutes. Finally, he went rigid and I felt his cum coating the interior of my rectum. He pulled out, wiping his slimy cock on my ass.

"Someday, I'm going to make you lick this clean," he said.

I threw up. I emptied all the contents of my stomach in his van, my guts churning.

"What the fuck! You bitch!"

I was glad, even though I was half lying in my own puke. I heaved again, the smell overwhelming.

"Jesus!"

Maybe I should learn to puke and defecate on command. Maybe he wouldn't be so eager to use me if I was covered in shit and vomit.

"You shouldn't have suggested you would force me to clean your shit covered cock," I whispered raggedly. "My stomach rebels at the suggestion."

"Get the fuck out."

I shook my bonds. "I'd love to. You need to release me."

I heard him zip his pants and he climbed out the back and into the front so he wouldn't have to crawl through my vomit. He released my hands and I sat up. I found a towel in the back he'd used to wipe himself clean. I wiped myself off as best I could. Fortunately, none of my clothes was lying near me. They were clean; cleaner than me. I put them on, and climbed out of the van, leaving a disgusting mess back there. It felt just. A disgusting mess in his van for the disgusting mess he'd made of my life.

Going to the front of the van and stuck out my hand. "My purse."

He handed it to me. "I'll see you later," he said.

I took my purse and turned away. He drove off. Maybe next time, I could puke all over him instead of the floor of the van. I got into my car and woodenly travelled home. I was tempted to drive the car into a bridge abutment, to end my life. It would look more like an accident than suicide. Tanner wouldn't be blamed. But what if I didn't die? I could remove my seatbelt, but I didn't know how to disable the airbags, and if I did, would it look as though someone was trying to kill me or I was committing suicide. Plus, I remembered my conversations with Kathy and Jolene. I should at least give Jolene a chance to catch this bastard. I recalled what happened to her rapist. Boating accident. Jolene seemed almost as mad at my blackmailer as I did. Perhaps there was a boating accident in his future. I smiled.

When I got home, I took all my clothes off and threw them into a big trash bag, along with the box with the rest of plugs. I took a shower, scrubbing myself nearly raw. My anus was sore. He'd fucked me quite a long time. Putting on some clothes, I threw the trash bag into the dumpster in the lot. I went back into the house and called Jolene.

"Hey, Brooke," she said, "you ready to talk about our plans for tomorrow?"

"No need." I barely got the words out before I started crying again.

"Oh no, Brooke. I'm so sorry. What happened?"

"He got to me today. I put the largest plug in me today so I could offer my anal virginity to Tanner tonight in case tomorrow went wrong. The trackers in the plugs are body heat activated so he knew my ass was prepared and he followed my signal to Shizuko's house. He had another van, white this time. He took me, Jolene. He took my ass." I cried harder.

"Brooke. Do you want me to come over?"

"Not today. Tanner will be home too soon. Come tomorrow morning. I want to sleep now."

"I'll be there at eight."

"Thank you." I disconnected.

I texted Suki to let her know I couldn't start tomorrow, I was feeling ill. I also texted Tanner to let him know I was sick and to get whatever he needed for supper, but I was going to bed.

He texted back asking what was wrong. I told him flu. I said I'd thrown up, which was true. He asked me if I wanted him to come home.

To watch me sleep. I don't think so. Just grab some supper and let me sleep.

I love you.

I love you too, I texted back, sobbing again.

I took some Tylenol PM and went to bed, curling up in a small ball. It still took me over an hour to sleep, but I finally did. I woke up briefly when Tanner came home and rattled around in the kitchen, but physically and emotionally exhausted, I dropped off again before he came to bed.