He'd be
forever mine, I mused, my clitoris massaged by his wet cock as I
bounced up and down. Again and again he'd return to the clearing to
offer me his body, his erect penis, his spunk. I'd defile him,
corrupt him, use and abuse him to satisfy my craving for sex as I'd
been used and abused. My clitoris swelling, my orgasm nearing as
his sperm jetted over my cervix, I knew I'd found myself a sex
slave.
"God!" I
breathed as my clitoris exploded in orgasm, my naked body shaking
violently as his cock pistoned my spasming cunt. Gyrating my hips,
bouncing up and down, I sustained my pleasure as he emitted long,
low moans. His balls draining, the last of his sperm pumping deep
into my hot cunt, his penis began to deflate. Grinding my sex flesh
into his cock as it slipped out of my juiced vaginal duct, my
clitoris rubbing against his wet shaft, I brought out the last of
my orgasm. The squelching sounds of sex resounding throughout the
clearing, I finally fell back, collapsing on the soft grass.
"Please, let
me go now," he murmured as I lay on the ground massaging my
insatiable clitoris.
"Let you go?"
I echoed.
"It's not
supposed to be like this, whipping me and..."
"Of course it
is," I grinned, climbing to my feet. "This is sex, Dave."
"But..."
"And now
you'll cleanse me," I asserted, standing with my feet either side
of his head and squatting, forcing my drenched inner flesh over his
mouth. "Lick my cunt out, drink your sperm and my juices of
desire."
His tongue
entering my wet hole, delving deep into my hot cunt, I realized
that time was passing quickly. Wondering whether the bitch would
come to the clearing and discover my debauchery, I tightened my
vaginal muscles, squeezing my sex milk into his mouth as he drank
from my hot hole. I had to release him and go home, but I'd meet
him again to use and abuse him.
"Enough," I
breathed, standing and looking down at his wet face. "One last
thing, and then you may go." Grabbing the whip, I raised it above
my head and brought it down, the leather tails lashing his erect
penis. Screaming, he pulled on his bonds, desperately trying to
halt the beating as the tails lashed his cock.
"Please,
stop!" he cried. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Initiating
you," I grinned, placing the whip in the bag and pulling the
vibrator out of his anal duct. "You now belong to me."
"I don't
belong..."
"Silence! You
will meet me here tomorrow for your next lesson in sexual
corruption."
Untying the
ropes, I helped him clamber to his feet, his flaccid penis hanging
over his heavy balls, bearing the weals of the cruel thrashing. As
he dressed, I cleared away the evidence and pushed the bag beneath
the bush, wondering whether he'd return. He'd be back, I knew, as I
pulled my dress over my head. He couldn't resist the debauchery now
he'd had a taste of lust.
"I'll see you
tomorrow," I smiled as I left the clearing. Following the path, my
cunt wet with desire, I pondered on my depravity, my wicked
corruption of the teenager. He'd never find love now, I reflected
as I emerged from the woods and walked across the common. He'd
never be able to make love - only cold lust.
Hurriedly
walking home, I opened the front door and staggered into the hall,
sperm oozing from my inflamed cunt and coursing down my inner
thighs. Another fuck, another conquest, I reflected, wondering how
many more men I'd seduce.
"Hi!" John
called, walking up the drive as I was about to close the door.
"I've been waiting in my car."
"Oh, John,
er... Come in," I smiled, my face flushing.
"Your husband
went out about half an hour ago."
"Again? He's
always going out."
"Selina, you'd
better come and sit down," he said mysteriously, leading me into
the lounge.
"That sounds
ominous."
"The flats in
Woodlands Road... I've discovered which one your husband's been
visiting."
"You have?
John, that's great!"
"The girl,
Alison - she doesn't live there."
"Then, who
does?"
"Another girl,
Miss Johnson."
"Who's
she?"
"I'm not sure
what her part is in all this, but I do know that your husband's
been visiting her regularly. I can't figure out the connection
between the three of them. Your husband's probably having an affair
with this Johnson girl, Alison has been there to see her... I can't
work it out."
"I thought
Danny was screwing the bitch."
"So did
I."
"Perhaps the
bastard's screwing both of them. The girl who lives in the flat,
has she got long blonde hair?"
"No, why?"
"I was just
wondering whether Crystal..."
"Who's
Crystal?"
"No one, it
doesn't matter."
"The caretaker
reckons that Johnson only moved in a couple of weeks ago. He knows
nothing about her."
"What does she
look like?"
"About your
age, very attractive, long black hair - her name's Christine
Johnson."
"Christine?" I
gasped.
"Yes, ring any
bells?"
"No, it can't
be! Chrissy, she's my best friend!"
"What?"
"But she lives
in Milton Road. No, it can't be Chrissy."
"Hang on, hang
on. This best friend of yours - have you told her what's been going
on?"
"Yes,
everything from day one."
"When did you
last go to her place?"
"I haven't
been there for months. It's a very small flat, she always comes
here."
"The three of
them in it together," he breathed pensively. "Give me a moment to
think."
Pacing the
floor, I stared dazedly at John as he held his hand to his
forehead. I couldn't believe that Chrissy and Danny had hired the
bitch to destroy me! There had to be some mistake. My best friend?
Never in a million years! She'd have told me if she'd moved to
another flat.
"It all fits,
Selina."
"God, the
times Chrissy's said that."
"Listen to me.
I reckon that your husband was having an affair with your best
friend, you came into some money, and he decided not to leave you.
Together, they came up with the idea of blackmailing you."
"Danny
wouldn't put me through all that. And as for Chrissy..."
"Alison has
visited Chrissy, your husband has visited Chrissy - they must be in
this together."
"I rang
Chrissy, the number's the same."
"It's easy
enough to keep your old phone number when you move. Look, there
might be another Christine Johnson."
"With long
black hair, about my age... Hardly!"
"OK, so where
do we go from here?"
"I'll kill
her!"
"That won't do
any good. We can now assume that there is no big, bad gangland
boss, which is something to be grateful for."
"John, we can
go to the police now and..."
"No, we don't
want to involve the police. The blackmail's over, and the sex - all
we have to do now is get the tapes and photographs back."
"What, and let
them off the hook? They've got my money!"
"I might be
able to get it back. If I threaten them with the police... Look,
leave it to me. Don't go doing anything silly, wait until I get
back to you."
"OK."
"Promise me
you won't do anything."
"I
promise."
Seeing him
out, my mind numb, I couldn't come to terms with the shocking
truth. Everything I'd told Danny had got straight back to the
bitch. Everything I'd told Chrissy had got back to her. What was it
that had driven them to destroy me? I wondered. Jealousy over my
success? I wanted to ring Chrissy and tell her that I knew, but
managed to restrain myself.
Wandering out
into the garden and sitting beneath the beech tree, tears flooding
down my face, I tried to compose myself. It was no good getting het
up. Now, of all times, I had to think straight. Chrissy had been so
convincing, suggesting that I call the police, that Danny go away
for his own safety. There was no basement, no villainous boss...
Who was the man who'd approached me on the common? A friend of the
bitch, no doubt. There were no thugs, only Danny, Chrissy and the
cow.
But why had
Chrissy continually tried to implicate Danny? I pondered. To throw
me off the scent? I didn't know, I couldn't work it out. There were
so many unanswered questions; all I could do was wait for John to
contact me again. Wondering what Chrissy had said when Danny had
told her that I was going to visit someone in Woodlands Road, I
couldn't restrain myself from ringing her.
Bounding into
the lounge, I dialled her number, wondering what I was going to
say. "Hi, Chrissy," I trilled when she answered.
"Selina, how
are things?"
"Coming to a
close, at long last."
"Oh, er...
What's happened?" she asked hesitantly, obviously terrified.
"The private
detective's been great. He reckons that he's got to the bottom of
everything."
"So, who...?
What I mean is..."
"He hasn't
told me yet. He has one or two loose ends to tie up, and then he's
going to reveal all - names, addresses, the lot."
"Right,
well... That is good news, Selina."
"Isn't it
just? And he reckons that he can get my money back. Anyway, I have
to go - I'll keep you posted."
"Yes, please
do."
"Talk to you
soon, bye."
"Bye."
That put the
wind up the slag's cunt! She'd tell Danny and the bitch and then...
And then what? I hadn't got a clue what to do, what to say to
Danny. Wondering where he was, I poured a glass of wine. No doubt
he'd come home and spin his lies once Chrissy had told him what I'd
said. How the hell he could lie his way out of it, I had no idea,
jumping as the phone rang.
"I've spoken
to my boss," the bitch said as I answered. Had Chrissy told her
that I'd called?
"And?"
"He's agreed
to meet you. He says he might settle for a lump sum."
"How
much?"
"Thirty
thousand."
"No, tell him
to sod off."
"Selina,
unless..."
"What I should say is, tell
her
to sod off."
"Her?"
"Chrissy, your
boss."
As she hung
up, I grinned smugly. At long last, the puzzle had been solved. All
I had to do now was confront Danny and... Recalling John's words, I
realized that I shouldn't have spoken to Chrissy or told the bitch
what I knew. Gulping down another glass of wine, I paced the floor,
wondering what would happen next. When Danny came home I'd remain
calm, say nothing until John had got back to me.
My mind awash
with confusion, I wondered why Chrissy had said that she'd seen
Danny kissing a blonde girl. Why would she try to implicate him
when they were working together? As the phone rang again, I guessed
that it was Danny. Grabbing the receiver, wondering what lies he'd
come out with, my heart raced as he asked me whether I'd heard
anything from the girl.
"No, nothing,"
I replied, barely unable to stop myself from letting rip. "Where
are you?"
"I'm in the
call box by..."
"You're at
Chrissy's, aren't you?" I blurted out.
"Chrissy's?"
he echoed.
"At her new
flat in Woodlands Road."
"No, no,
I'm..."
"It's over,
Danny - I know everything."
"Look, I'd
better come home."
"Yes, I think
you had."
As I hung up,
my hands trembling, adrenalin coursing through my veins, I pulled
my dress over my head and tossed it onto the sofa. Naked, I looked
out of the window, waiting for the bastard to return and spin his
web of lies. But I'd got him now - nothing could convince me of his
innocence. I'd show him my shaved cunt, tell him that I'd seduced
two young men on the common, that I was now a nymphomaniac whore.
Would he be jealous?
When he
arrived, he wandered into the lounge, his dark eyes frowning as he
stared at my naked body, my shaved cunt. Standing before me, his
expression pained, he forced a smile and asked me what I'd meant
about him being at Chrissy's new flat.
"I know
everything, Danny," I said, my eyes locked to his. "You, Chrissy
and Alison have been in this together, blackmailing me and..."
"What?" he
gasped in surprise. "When I rang, I thought you meant..."
"What did you
think?"
"I thought
you'd found out that I've been having an affair with Chrissy."
"Yes, I have
found out. I also know that you're blackmailing me."
"I've not been
blackmailing you! Admittedly, I've been seeing Chrissy behind your
back, but..."
"Stop lying,
Danny. The detective has told me everything, Alison visiting
Chrissy, you going there to see her."
"Hang on,
Chrissy doesn't know this Alison girl - she isn't blackmailing
you."
"She is, the
detective has discovered everything."
"I've been
seeing Chrissy, but I swear I know nothing about her blackmailing
you."
"Everything
I've told you got back to the bitch, everything I've told Chrissy
got back to her. You're all in this together, there's no point in
denying it now."
"Selina,
you've got it all wrong. OK, so I've been seeing Chrissy, going to
her new flat - but I've never seen the girl there. Had I known they
were blackmailing you..."
"I don't
believe you, Danny. Anyway, I don't want to talk about it. You know
the truth, and I know the truth."
"No, you
don't."
"Stop shouting
at me. I just want you to go."
"Go?"
"Get out of my
life. Go to your bit on the side."
"But I want to
stay with you."
"Don't talk
rubbish. You've been screwing my so-called best friend, but that
wasn't enough, was it? You wanted my money, you blackmailed me, you
had me sexually abused..."