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Introduction:

During a summer party, a spiked drink and Beth's sexual infatuation with her son's best friend opens to door to the beautiful blonde being blackmailed, raped and tortured for several months until she finds a way out.

This story is a work of fiction, and all characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.

Blackmailed and Raped Mother part4 of 4

Wednesday, Blackmail Day 81

It was another sleepless night for Beth.

She kept waking up in a sweat from nightmares.

One dream was of a dog that was fucking her missionary style, and just as Beth started having the beginning of an incredible orgasm, the dog started biting and ripping open her neck.

Another dream was of her having sex with Buster again, but Buster had obviously been dead for a while.

She was bouncing up and down on the stinking and rotting corpse below her, but this time the strength of his youth was back in his hands, and his fingers were squeezing her breasts so hard that both her massive mounds suddenly burst in an explosion of tit-flesh and blood that made her wake up screaming.

That almost woke Chris, but Beth had her back to him while she clutched her breasts and stayed quiet until he fell back into a deep sleep.

Since Beth was driving Chris to the airport today, the boys left her alone.

Beth just assumed that she’d see them and get fucked by them later tonight at Dean’s house anyway.

After finding out how to take care of a new tattoo, Beth peeled away the bandage and looked at whatever kind of perverse tattoo Dean and the boys had given her while she was passed out yesterday.

The tattoo was five small individual dog paws that started to the left of her pussy and ran up at an angle towards her hip.

Thankfully, Beth thought that the whole thing was small enough not to be seen if she was wearing underwear or a bikini bottom.

She was worried about how to explain it to Chris, but as it turned out, he didn’t notice until months later. When he did, Beth simply told him that she thought it looked cute, to which he neither agreed nor disagreed.

As she looked at it in front of a full-length mirror, Beth hated its origin, but she had to admit she also liked it and wondered what Matt would think of it.

Beth avoided Patrick when he got home from school, so she didn’t notice how unusually happy he was acting.

Patrick’s joy came from having a whole night alone with Liz tonight.

Just him and her.

Alone.

All night.

He was ecstatic.

This time, she wasn’t texting him promises of wild sex either.

This time, her texts were all about lovemaking and that she was going to take her mask off so he could finally see her face.

This time, she said that she was thinking of leaving Dean and asked Patrick if she should.

And if she did, would Patrick “be her guy”?

Patrick could think of nothing else all day at school.

After tonight, Liz would be his girl, not Dean’s.

They would spend all their time together.

He texted her that he loved her and to leave Dean for him.

His inexperienced young mind had no idea what he was talking about or how it would ever work out, but he didn’t care.

All he cared about was making love to Liz tonight.

“Patrick! Hello Patrick. I’m talking to you!” Beth said, trying to get Patrick out of the dream world he was in.

“Oh, sorry, Mom. I was thinking about school. What did you say?” he replied.

“I said that after dinner, I’m going to your Grandmother’s for the night, and I want you to do your homework before playing any games online,” Beth repeated.

“Ok. I will,” he promised.

Beth arrived at Dean’s as instructed and was surprised when Dean was waiting for her in his driveway.

After Dean opened her car door and told her to move over, he said, “Change of plans, Fuck-Toy. My parents are home tonight. So I’m taking you to buy some booze for me and then we’ll find a hotel somewhere so I can fuck you all night.”

Dean gave her a water bottle and told her to take two ecstasy pills and some LSD before he drove away.

After his mother left for the night, Patrick texted Dean that he was alone in the house.

Dean texted back a while later and said, “Sorry, man. She can’t go to your house tonight. You’re coming here. Eddie will pick you up. No one is at my house tonight. So you can have the bedroom and Liz to yourself like you wanted.”

Patrick was disappointed that he had to go somewhere else, but didn’t care so long as he was with Liz somewhere tonight.

Eddie picked him up, had Patrick take two ecstasy pills and LSD and drove the long way to Dean’s house.

It didn’t take long for both Beth and Patrick to be drugged up out of their minds.

Patrick never noticed when Eddie used Patrick’s phone to text Beth, “Hey Mom, can I sleep over at Matt’s tonight?”

Beth was on her back and getting fucked by Dean in the backseat of Dean’s car when she got the text.

Dean stopped to let her read it, but her vision was so blurry that she asked Dean to read it to her.

Then she asked Dean to text Patrick back and say that it was ok.

“Since Patrick isn’t going to be home tonight, I’m going to take you back there and fuck you all night. What do you think about that, Fuck-Toy? You going to keep me happy all night?” Dean asked Beth as he was sucking on her hard nipples and rubbing his cock up and down her soaking wet slit.

“Yes, Dean, I will fuck you all night!” Beth promised as she felt the beginning of another orgasm.

Dean got off her and drove her home.

He put her car in the garage to keep Patrick from seeing it, and then brought Beth up to her bedroom, where he had her drink half a bottle of whisky.

Dean then wrapped a slender steel chain around Beth’s neck and locked it with a tiny padlock that was just strong enough not to be easily broken by hand.

He stripped Beth naked and laughed to himself as he ran his fingers over her new dog paw tattoos and appreciated how soft and smooth every part of her skin was after the full body wax.

Then he proceeded to fuck her in her bed while telling her over and over again that if she made him happy tonight, he’d stop blackmailing her.

After hearing that, Beth turned herself into a sexual machine and fucked Eddie back like she never had before.

Dean fucked her like that until Eddie texted him that he was on the way back with Patrick.

As he was driving Patrick to Dean’s house, Eddie hit “send” of a prepared text message to Patrick from the burner phone Dean was using to text Patrick as Liz.

The message read, “Hey baby! I’m at your house! Where are you? I’m naked in your mother’s bed waiting for you. Come fuck me, boyfriend!”

Patrick lost his drugged-out mind when he read it and said, “Eddie! You have to take me back to my house! Liz is waiting for me!”

“Ok, man. It’s all good. Heading there now,” Eddie told him with a big smile on his face.

After dropping a massive load of cum in Beth’s pussy, Dean got off her and walked around the bedroom, removing all the lightbulbs from the lamps in the room.

The overhead bathroom light shone right onto Beth’s bed, so he unscrewed the plate from the wall switch and pulled one of the wires out to keep it off before putting the plate back.

Except for some light from the hallway, Beth’s bedroom was now completely dark.

Dean greeted Patrick and Eddie at the front door and handed Patrick two viagra and the same, now half-full, bottle of whisky that his mom had drunk from.

“Liz wants you to take these and to drink the rest before you go see her,” Dean said.

Patrick could barely see the bottle, and Dean had to place it in his hand as he was grasping for it.

Not wanting to waste any time away from Liz, the horny teenager shotgunned enough whisky in 2 minutes to get most men drunk after drinking it all night.

Patrick could barely see and had to use both hands on the stairs as he frantically made his way up them to the woman of his dreams.

Taking off his clothes as he walked, he was naked before he reached his mother’s bedroom.

Dean and Eddie were slowly following behind him, and when they reached the bedroom, Patrick was already balls deep in his mother’s pussy, and they were both kissing each other like long-lost lovers.

Beth wasn’t wearing a mask, and they were both looking at each other in the face as they kissed, but they were both so fucked up that they didn’t recognize who they were with.

Patrick was so involved with sucking on his mother’s tongue that he never noticed when Dean wrapped the other end of the same chain around his neck, which was also around his mother’s.

Dean clipped it around his throat with the same type of lock. The chain was long enough to allow each of them more than enough distance to do anything sexual to each other that they wanted.

Eddie left a full bottle of whisky on the bed for them.

“And that, my friend, is the beginning of the end to our mother/son/incest entertainment,” Dean told Eddie as they walked out of the bedroom and went home.

Thursday, Blackmail Day 82

Beth woke up to a fantastic orgasm and the early morning sun from the bedroom window on her face.

She assumed that it was Dean who was under the sheet.

Beth couldn’t see him, but she felt his hands spreading her thighs and what he was expertly doing to her pussy with his mouth until her body rocked with an orgasm.

She hated Dean with every fiber of her being, but hated even more how easily he could always give her an orgasm, like now, as he was licking her pussy and sucking on her clit.

“Oohhhh! Yessss!” she cried out as a second orgasm hit her by surprise.

Looking down, she saw the sheet-covered bulge of Dean's head and shoulders move up her body as he stopped licking her pussy and started sucking on her breasts.

When she felt his cock slide into her pussy she closed her eyes and just started moaning in pleasure.

“Did Dean really offer to end the blackmail last night? Did I hear that right? I hope so! I fucked him better than I ever have before all night, like he wanted as part of the deal! I did everything he loves and asked for last night. I gently held both his balls in my mouth while I stroked his penis and fingered his anus. And then I practically made love to his asshole with my mouth and tongue while he was tit-fucking me. When he told me to sit on his face and 69 him, I deepthroated his penis until my nose was buried in his balls, pulled almost all the way back and then threw myself forward until I deep throated him again, over and over. I begged him to punch my tits, to put his fist in my pussy, and pretended to love it despite being in agony. Thank god he fucked my ass and didn’t fist it. I drank his piss right from his penis. I remember him praising me for not getting any of it on the bed. That’s strange, though. Why would Dean care about that? And he, did he drink my piss too? Yes, he did, while I was sitting on his face. He never did that before. All night, he kept telling me how wonderful I was while choking me. Kept telling me I was beautiful while licking my eyes and face. He’s never done that before, either. I must have made him happy enough to end this! Please, oh God, please let this be the last night of being blackmailed!” Beth thought as she reached under the covers, grabbed his head and pushed his face deep into her massive breasts.

“I was so drugged out and drunk, though. I think I still am. What is around my neck?” Beth wondered to herself.

Suddenly, “Dean” started to fuck her harder and bit her nipples so hard that it hurt her.

But she knew better than to complain.

Even when he asked her last night to hold her eyelids open while he pressed the tip of his penis against her eyes because he wanted to “fuck her eyeballs”, she didn’t hesitate and kept them open even after his cum started spurting out.

He didn’t let her wipe her eyes until long after his cum had dried, and her left eye was still closed tight from it and was now red and raw from her trying to open it.

She knew that she had to continue to do whatever she had to do to make him happy, so she wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips up as she fucked him back with every thrust.

“Oh my god! You’re going to make me cum again, you bastard!” Beth honestly yelled as she casually draped her forearm across her eyes.

With her eyes covered, she didn’t see Patrick’s head suddenly pop out from under the sheet as he moved forward to kiss her passionately on the lips.

Patrick fucked his mother as hard as he could while constantly alternating from kissing her mouth, neck, and breasts.

Patrick thought he could French kiss Liz while squeezing her huge tits every second of every day for the rest of his life.

“Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Make me cum!” Beth screamed into Patrick’s ear as she started sucking on his neck, giving him a large hickey, while her whole body began to shake as her orgasm ripped through her.

“Oh! I’m cumming too! I love your pussy, Liz. I love you so much!” Patrick yelled just before planting his lips once again on his mother’s and sucking on her tongue as it danced with his own.

Beth froze.

Her eyes went wide, and she pulled her tongue back into her mouth.

She could feel the dick inside her start to shoot its cum deep into her pussy.

But that wasn’t Dean’s voice!

That wasn’t Dean’s cock she was feeling!

“Who?” Beth said.

But she knew.

She knew exactly who it was.

Her hands shot to her face.

She wasn’t wearing an eye mask!

There was no hiding this.

She and Patrick were now staring at each other’s faces in horror.

“Oh MY GOD! Patrick! Get off me!” Beth screamed as she struggled to get her son’s body off and out of her.

At that, it was Patrick’s turn for his eyes to go wide.

He, at last, recognized his mother’s voice, but he didn’t move off her.

He was too frozen in shock and fear.

He had gone deaf.

The bedroom, the whole world, was absolutely silent.

He could feel his still stiff cock pulsating in his mother’s pussy and filling it with his cum.

How was this possible?

This had been the best night of his life!

He had made love to Liz from the moment he got into bed with her.

He fucker her ass, her pussy, her mouth, and her tits so many times.

He had never slept for a minute, even though she fell asleep a few times.

He had just constantly made love to every inch of her body.

And to Patrick, “making love” meant to fuck Liz in the most brutal and pervert ways imaginable.

He had cum inside her so many times.

Drank her hot piss right from her pussy.

He was so proud of himself for thinking to literally “fuck” her eyeballs by rubbing his piss-slit all over both of them..

Punched her huge breasts until his fists hurt.

And now his mother was pounding on his chest and screaming into his face.

What had happened?

Where was Liz?

There was a boom in his head as his hearing returned.

“Patrick! Wake up! GET OFF ME NOW!” Beth was screaming at him as she was slapping his face and punching his chest over and over.

He jerked his body back and away from her, but just before the tip of his cock left her pussy, the chain around each of their necks went taut, and his body fell back down on his mother's breasts, and his dick buried itself inside her again.

“Get off me!” Beth screamed.

“I tried! What is this chain?” Patrick screamed back in tears as he was trying to comprehend what was happening.

His hands and knees sank deeply into the soft mattress and defeated every attempt Patrick made to keep his body off his mother’s.

“Stop! Just stop. Don’t move!” Beth said in a calm voice as she looked closely at the chain around her son’s neck.

It was around her neck, too.

She could still feel her son’s cock spasming in her pussy.

“Just relax your body and roll off to your side and then stay still,” she told him.

As Patrick rolled off his mother’s body, his still erect penis snapped out of her wet pussy with a “plop” sound and sent droplets of his cum and her juice all over their thighs.

They were both lying on their backs, gazing at the ceiling and trying to make sense of what was happening.

The room was still spinning for both of them due to the alcohol and drugs they had taken.

Patrick was manically trying unsuccessfully to break the chain around his neck.

He was spiralling into an emotional breakdown as he realized that all the sexual memories he had from last night may have been with his mother.

Beth rolled the chain in her fingers while she thought of a way to turn this around and save her family.

She ignored the fact that her son’s cock was still hard and had a drip of semen and her pussy juice running down it, but when Patrick saw it, he immediately covered it with his hands.

First, she had to explain her part in this nightmare in a way to keep Patrick thinking that it had been Liz that he had been brutally fucking and not his mother for the past several weeks.

“That would destroy him. Destroy me. Destroy Chris. Destroy everyone who loves me, forever!” Beth thought.

Beth said, “I thought you were your father. I thought he came home early to surprise me.”

Patrick didn’t say anything.

The room was spinning.

He was still a little drunk, like his mother.

“We have to get this chain off. Do you have the key?” she asked him.

“Key? To what? I don’t know what the fuck this is or what’s happening! I swear!” Patrick said as he started crying again.

“Ok, so no key. And neither of us can break it either, even though it’s so thin,” Beth said calmly and to no one.

“Let’s try to stand up at the same time,” Beth suggested.

Once standing on unsteady and drunken feet, neither Beth nor Patrick could look the other in the eyes.

Looking down, Patrick saw all the redness, bruises, and bite marks all over his mother’s breasts and neck and realized they were all from him.

Beth could feel Patrick’s cum leaking out of her pussy, and clumps of it started to roll down one of her thighs.

Since Patrick was staring down at the floor in shame, he saw it run down her thigh.

“Mom. I’m so sorry,” Patrick began.

“Not now, Patrick! We’ll talk once we’re free,” she said to him.

“No. I mean, I really have to go to the bathroom,” Patrick said.

“You just fucking wait!” Beth exclaimed, failing to keep the anger out of her voice.

“I swear, I’m about to pee on the floor, Mom!” Patrick pleaded.

“Fine,” she said as they walked to the bathroom.

The chain didn’t allow Patrick to urinate without his mother being in the room, and his perpetual hard-on made peeing difficult.

Patrick started crying like a baby as he watched his stream of yellow piss fall into the bowl, and he remembered what had made his mother do the last time he urinated.

After looking at her bloodshot eyes in the bathroom mirror, Beth took this time to wash any remaining dried cum that her son had left on her eyes and face.

When he was done pissing, he covered his penis with a hand towel that was hanging from the wall.

Patrick held the towel in with his hand, but his erection was literally holding the towel up by itself.

“Why do you still have a hard-on during all of this?” Beth asked with her anger at him growing.

“I…I took two viagra…” Patrick started to say.

“To have sex with me?” Beth screamed at him as she remembered in vivid detail the last time Patrick had sex with her while he thought she was asleep.

“NO! With Liz! With my girlfriend Liz! I thought you were her! I swear,” Patrick pleaded.

At that, Beth put aside her anger and focused on getting the chain cut.

“There are wire cutters in the kitchen tool drawer. Follow me,” she told him.

Dean and Eddie would have been in constant hysterics if they could have seen Beth walking naked through her house with an also naked Patrick right behind her.

Beth was so angry and anxious to cut the chain that she didn’t allow either of them to put on any clothes, so Patrick was walking naked behind her with his dick bouncing up and down like a fishing pole just inches from his mother’s naked ass.

Once the chain around his neck was cut, Patrick bolted away from his mom and ran to his room.

Beth slowly followed.

She was thinking about what she would say to Patrick to somehow make this all right.

The beginnings of an idea on how she could use last night to her advantage were taking shape.

It was clear to her that Dean had arranged this to torture them both.

Beth saw Patrick’s clothes from the previous day on the floor leading to her bedroom.

“Get dressed and come here immediately!” Beth yelled to her son through his closed bedroom door.

Beth got dressed herself and was sitting on the edge of her bed when Patrick walked in.

“Tell me everything. Start with this Liz person,” Beth said, praying that her plan would work.

Patrick told his mother, a sanitized version, about Dean and Liz. Mainly focusing on how often he had sex with Liz and how much he loves her.

“Why did you think she’d be in my bed last night? Have you had sex with her here before?” Beth asked, pretending not to know and sounding angry.

“I have. In my room. Then, when you told me that you were staying at Grandma’s, I asked Dean to bring her here last night, but he said that she couldn't and that I had to go to Dean’s house to see her. But then, when I got there, Liz texted me that she was here…naked and on your bed and waiting for me,” Patrick told her, expecting the worst.

Beth asked to see his text messages with Liz, to which Patrick almost had a heart attack as he remembered all the sick and disgusting things they had texted to each other and said, “No!”

But then, with a voice that chilled Patrick to the bone, Beth replied with venom, “After last night. After what you did to me. Are you really ever going to tell me “no” when I ask you for something?”

Patrick didn’t answer; he just slowly handed his mother his phone, his hands shaking.

Beth didn’t read the old texts.

She already knew what perversions they said.

It was texts from last night that interested her.

Especially when she saw the text to her number from Patrick asking if he could stay over at Matt’s.

“You texted me asking if you could stay over at Matt’s last night?” Beth said as she, at last, understood the final piece of Dean’s twisted plan.

“I did not! Why would I do that?” Patrick asked as he took back his phone.

“What the hell?” he said when he saw it.

“It probably wasn’t you. Who were you with? Eddie? It was probably Eddie texting as you. I answered you “Yes”, but that wasn’t me, either. It was Dean.” Beth said.

Now it was Beth’s time to take a wild chance and try to end the hold that Dean had on her son.

She thought up a plausible story and said, “I met Dean last night at a store. I was buying liquor to take to your grandmother’s. He was asking about you and then offered me a drink of something he had just bought, saying it was great. I foolishly tasted it. The next thing I remember is waking up in bed with… Anyway, Dean is sick and twisted. I thought there was something dangerous about him when I met him at your party. Matt doesn’t like him either. After he drugged me, he must have brought me home and set you up. He told you that Liz was at our house, knowing it was really me. Eddie drugged you up so you wouldn’t know it was me and chained us together so we’d wake up together. He’s a sick, sick bastard!”

“No, I don’t..it doesn’t…what about Liz? She loves me. She told me so. Why would she do this?” Patrick asked as he realized that his world was still continuing to crumble down all around him.

“Liz? Patrick, Liz is Dean’s girl! How old is she? 20’s? 30’s? You’re in high school! Didn’t you say that last night was the first time you were supposed to be alone with her? That every other time she was with Dean? That tonight was your big alone time with her? That she promised she’d love you all night. But not only was she not here, she texted you to help Dean set you up with me for a sick joke! Doesn’t that tell you something? She’s in on it!” Beth explained.

“No, that’s not true!” Patrick tried to defend her, but then stopped.

He wasn’t so sure anymore.

What his mother was saying made too much sense to him.

Beth thought that now was the time to hammer it down on her son, “Patrick, your horrible and perverted actions with Liz led to me getting roofied last night, undressed in my own bedroom.”

Even though Beth was only trying to scare her son, the horror and trauma from all the actual sexual abuse that she had endured over the past two months, especially from Patrick, exploded out of her with a vengeance as she spoke.

“Do you think I wasn’t raped last night by them as well? Do you? Raped, Patrick! Is Dean the kind of man who is nice to women? Is he? His two friends could have been in this room with me as well while I was drugged and naked. Do you think they wouldn’t have touched me? Raped me right where I’m sitting now and thought it was funny? They thought getting you to fuck me was funny! Is that the kind of people you want to be with? The kind of people Liz is with now? DO YOU PATRICK????” Beth finished with a scream.

As his mother was screaming at him, Patrick’s mind filled with all the horrible and cruel things that he, Dean, and his friends had done to Emily, Liz and even his own mother.

His eyes filled with tears, and he rushed to his room, locking the door behind him.

Beth sighed and stood up.

“This just might work to get Patrick away from Dean. I have to be careful, though. Patrick might try to fight Dean and learn the truth. I need to keep my son away somehow until I can end the blackmail,” She thought.

Her head was pounding, and every inch of her body, especially her breasts, was throbbing in pain.

That was when she noticed the pile of light bulbs on her makeup table.

“Make the room dark so we wouldn’t notice each other. Dean is always so damn thorough,” she thought.

As she went around the room, screwing the bulbs back in and fixing the switch in the bathroom, Chris’ booming voice called out from the kitchen, “Good Morning, sleepyheads! I’m home early and brought donuts and coffee!”

“Fuuuuuuuck!” Beth thought as she ran to her son’s door.

“Be right down, honey!” Beth called down to Chris.

“Patrick, open the door now!” she said.

Once they were face-to-face, Beth said, “Your father is home. I’m not telling him anything. You are not telling him anything. Stay in your room. No school today. I’m telling him that you are sick with a fever and asleep. Give me your phone, now!”

There was a pause as she looked at her son’s crying face, and she said, “I love you, Patrick. What happened isn’t you. It’s not who you are. Don’t worry. We’ll talk later today.”

They didn’t talk again until after Beth and Chris got back from their planned lunch, and Chris left to go shopping for a few last-minute trip items.

Beth held up Patrick’s phone so he could read it and said, “Dean texted you at noon.”

The message was, “Surprise, motherfucker! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

Before Patrick could ask, Beth said, “Nothing from Liz.”

Beth didn’t tell him that Dean had also texted her, asking if she liked the necklace he had given her and her son.

“I’m getting you a new phone. New number. All the messages and pictures from Liz are gone. Do you understand me?” Beth firmly asked her son.

Patrick didn’t look at his phone and nodded, “Yes.”

Then he asked what he could do to make things right and apologized repeatedly.

“Stop saying you’re sorry. It just reminds me of what happened. It’s like picking at a scab. We both need to forget it and go back to our lives. If I accidentally saw you naked in the shower one day, would you want to talk about it for the next 2 years?” Beth asked him.

“No,” he answered.

“Did you want to have sex with me last night? She asked.

“No!” Patrick yelled.

“Do you regret what happened?” Beth asked.

“Yes!” he answered.

“If I find out that you’re still talking to Dean or Liz, ever, I’m going to think that you thought the perverted joke they pulled on us was funny,” she said.

“I don’t think that!” he yelled.

“If you do talk to them, I’m going to know that you don’t think what you did to me last night was wrong,” she said in the same level tone.

“It was wrong! I know it was wrong, Mom!” Patrick pleaded.

“If you talk to them, I’m going to know that you only regret getting caught!” Beth said with venom in her voice.

“Oh my god, never!” Patrick said with his eyes filled with tears.

What she said next was 100% just to rip Patrick to pieces for what he actually did do to her the previous week: “If I see you with either of them in any way ever again, I’m going to know that you’d let me be raped AGAIN to further your own sexual needs!”

At that, Patrick fell to his knees and sobbed uncontrollably.

After a long while, he stood up and said, “I will never talk to either of them ever again as long as I’m alive. I swear to you, Mom.” Patrick said in a deep and meaningful voice.

“I love you, Patrick, and we’ll work this out, but I can’t stand to be in the same house with you right now. I need to be alone for a while. When your father leaves for his trip, you’re going to your Grandmother’s for the next two weeks. She’ll drive you to and from school. I’m telling her and your father that you’re addicted to online games and your schoolwork is suffering. You need a break from being online. She doesn’t even have a computer or internet. But she needs a lot of work done in her yard and in her house, and you’re going to help her. Got it?” Beth said.

With no hesitation, Patrick replied, “Yes, Mom. Anything you say,”

Beth gave him a quick hug and told him that everything would be ok.



Friday, Blackmail Day 83

Dean and the boys knew that Chris was home today, so they left Beth alone.

Except for two incredibly awkward moments when Chris commented on Beth’s sore-looking eyes and then the large hickey on Patrick’s neck, the day was uneventful.

It was 8:00 PM, and both Chris and Patrick were gone.

Beth was alone in her house.

She wondered how long that would last.

Ten minutes?

Thirty?

She doubted she’d be alone for too much longer.

But she wasn’t scared.

In fact, she was looking forward to it.

With both her son and husband gone for two weeks, she had no doubt there would be many opportunities to end her being blackmailed into being a sex slave.

She had hidden paper bags of roofie powder all over the house in spots that she knew she would have the best chance to drug the boys.

Matt was ready for her call to do his part at any hour of the day.

All she needed was all three boys in her house at the same time.

Beth was confident that it would happen at least once in the two weeks she had to do it.

At 10:30 PM, just when Beth knew Dean would be getting out of work, she got a text from Dean that read, “20 minutes. Something sexy, heels and perfume.”

Dean stayed with Beth and fucked her all night.

Saturday, Blackmail Day 84

In the morning, Beth’s eyes flew open as she felt the same thing happening to her as she did on Thursday morning with Patrick, a peaking orgasm about to wash over her as her pussy was being expertly licked and sucked on.

But this time, there was no sheet covering who was doing it.

This time, she could clearly see the short and curly black hair on Dean’s head move up her stomach and stop to suck and chew on her nipple.

This time, she could see Dean’s smug face as they kissed while he sucked on her tongue.

Dean then fucked her as brutally as he could until he climaxed deep in her pussy.

He kept his half-hard and sperm dripping cock inside her while he made her tell him all she remembered about waking up with Patrick.

Since Beth wasn’t 100% sure that Dean didn’t already know everything somehow, and since she knew very well how he would punish her if she lied, she told him everything she could recall.

Dean made her describe in detail what she thought while she was fucking her son, and when she told him that she had thought it was Dean the whole time until the very end, Dean was smiling so hard his face was hurting.

His cock started to get hard again when she recounted how she had woken up to Patrick eating her out.

By the time she got to the part where she cut the chain, Dean was fucking her just as hard as earlier.

After he spent himself again inside her, Beth showered Dean from head to toe, drank all of his morning piss and then made him breakfast.

While he ate, she made him lunch to take to work, and just before he left, Dean bent her over the kitchen table and pressed ½ a stick of butter into her ass to lube her up.

He then forced his cock up her butter-lubricated asshole and fucked her so hard the kitchen table slid across the floor.

As he came in her shithole, he slapped her ass and said, “So this is what married life is like, huh? Not too bad.”

“Yes, Dean. Every day for you,” Beth managed to say while holding back tears.

After Dean left, Beth started putting his dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

She groaned when she heard Eddie come into the house through the kitchen sliding door.

She was still naked from having sex with Dean, and as she bent down to place the last plate, a loud squishy-sounding fart came out of Beth’s butter, and cum lubed asshole.

“What the fuck?” Eddie exclaimed as he saw a gooey glob of cum and butter leak out after she farted.

“You gross fucking whore!” he said as he grabbed her wrist and dragged her upstairs to her bedroom, where he brutally fucked all of her holes for two hours until he had to go to work.

After he left, Beth lay naked in her bed and zoned out as she stared at the ceiling.

She could feel Eddie’s cum drip out of both her pussy and ass while her nipples throbbed in pain from all the chewing that was done to them.

Outside, she heard music coming from a passing ice cream truck, and she absent-mindedly wondered if they had any strawberry shortcake bars left this late in the season.

Slowly, Beth started to focus back to reality, and she covered herself with a blanket as she rolled over to her side.

She expected to see Brody next, but he never showed up.

Instead, she worked out by doing squats and using every piece of equipment in her cellar, as Dean had ordered her to.

At 8:00 PM, Dean got back to her house after work and took Beth back to bed for another all-night fuck session.



Sunday, Blackmail Day 85

At two in the morning, she was awakened by the stabbing pain in her ass.

Beth was on her stomach with her legs spread out wide.

She could feel the body of a large man on top of her as he was throwing himself up and down while he fucked her in the ass.

At first, she assumed that it was Dean, since he had done this to her the past two nights, but she could see that Dean was asleep next to her.

As she felt the huge cock start to spurt its cum inside her, she knew for sure it was Eddie after he called her a cunt and punched her in the back of the head.

He just got off her and left.

Dean subjugated Beth to a repeat of the previous morning, including a half stick of butter up her ass before anal sex on the kitchen table.

Dean thought that using butter as lube was hysterical.

Before he left, he told her, “Leave your doors unlocked for the next two weeks so I can come and go as I please. I’ll be staying over every night. The week before Thanksgiving is the busiest at work, so I won’t get to fuck you during the day. That’s Eddie’s time.”

“What about Brody?” Beth asked, hoping to plan for when all three of them would be at her house at the same time.

“He’s with his parents until next Tuesday. Don’t worry. We’ll keep you busy,” Dean told her before kissing her mouth.

Holding back tears from realizing that the daily rapes were going to continue until next week, Beth said, “Have a good day at work, honey. I’ll clean your sweaty balls with my mouth tonight when you get home.”

“That’s the Fuck-Toy I love!” Dean said as he slapped her ass before he left for the day.

It was almost noon when Beth heard her doorbell ring.

A young man was standing at her front door.

“Yes? Can I help you?” Beth asked him.

He looked shy but eager with anticipation as he said, while pointing to his groin, “I’m Chet. I work with Eddie. He said that you’d take care of me. With your mouth.”

Beth immediately shut the door and told him to leave.

“Ok, I will, but Eddie told me to text him if you said no. Said to tell you that he’d be real fucking angry,” the man called out loud enough to be heard through the door.

There was a moment of silence as Beth considered her options.

She knew she had none, so she opened the door.

The man was grinning as he looked at Beth, as if she were a piece of meat.

“Get in here,” Beth said because she didn’t want him to be seen by any neighbors.

Without even talking to him, she started to unbuckle his pants.

“Holy shit! I thought he was fucking with me. This is awesome!” the man said as he reached out and started to squeeze both her double-E breasts through the blue cotton top she was wearing until Beth pulled his pants down as she dropped to her knees and took the rigid 6” cock in front of her face into her mouth.

With her expert cocksucking abilities, it didn’t take long for Chet to cum in Beth’s mouth.

Beth stood up, wiped her mouth and said, “Now get out.”

With one last squeeze of her breasts, he did.

Chet was not the last.

He was the first of many throughout the day who didn’t stop until almost 6:00 PM.

Some came alone, some in pairs and two sets of three.

Beth kept herself naked under a bathrobe to make things easier for her.

Except for Chet, most wanted her to be naked as they were getting sucked, and all were very satisfied with only getting a blowjob, except for one man.

That was Reggie, Eddie’s boss at the construction company where he had been working since the beginning of the summer.

When he walked into her house, he looked around like he was expecting a trick, but when Beth dropped her robe and he saw her sexy body standing naked in front of him, he knew that this was for real.

While Reggie was squeezing her breasts and kissing her mouth and face, Beth started to unbuckle his pants.

“Eddie said that you lost a bet or something?” Reggie asked her as his pants fell to his ankles to reveal a very thick 7” cock.

Beth groaned in her mind as she felt his rock-hard member and imagined how bad her jaw would be hurting after blowing him.

“Something like that,” she replied as she dropped to her knees.

Unfortunately for Beth, Reggie was not some passive young man inexperienced with sex.

He grabbed Beth’s head and fucked her mouth hard like he was trying to punch his cock through the back of her head.

While Beth was struggling to quickly make him cum so he would leave, Reggie texted his brother Jason to bring Reggie’s son Alex to Beth’s address.

After a while, Reggie pulled Beth to her feet by her hair and demanded that she take him to her bedroom, where he fucked her pussy twice and mauled her massive breasts the entire time.

When Jason got to the house with Alex, they followed Reggie’s voice up to Beth’s bedroom, where they both stood wide-eyed at the sight of Beth's naked body sprawled out on the bed.

While Jason stripped and started to fuck Beth’s unresisting body, Reggie talked to his son.

Alex was short, fat, ugly, 24 years old, and mentally retarded.

Recently, Alex had been asking his father if he was ever going to have sex with a girl, and it pissed Reggie off to think that his son would never experience having sex with a beautiful woman.

Alex’s mental retardation and other extreme physical deformities made even getting him a prostitute, like he had tried a few times, impossible.

Once those sluts saw what Alex looked like, they refused to take care of him.

“But whoever this woman is today, who lost a bet, will take care of my son. Or I’ll snap her fucking neck!” Reggie said to himself.

Jason didn’t last long, and soon he groaned and collapsed on top of Beth with his face between her massive breasts.

“Come on, Alex. Do what Uncle Jason did. Fuck this beautiful woman. She’ll help you, right, beautiful?” Reggie asked Beth, while he was making a fist behind Alex’s back, to tell her what would happen if she didn’t.

Beth was past the point of caring what happened to her anymore and emotionlessly looked at both Alex and Reggie and forced herself to smile while saying, “Yes, come here, honey. Let me make you feel good.”

That was all the encouragement that Alex needed, and he started to undress.

Beth tried her best to keep a look of disgust from her face when she saw Alex’s sweaty and gross naked body approach her.

Even his cock was retarded.

It was an 8” monster and hooked to the right at a sharp angle.

But it was his balls that were making Beth’s eyes go wide. If there were two, Beth couldn’t see them both.

She only saw one, and that was three times the size of a normal man and hanging almost to his knee.

The sight was making her feel nauseous!

“Oh my god! I'm going to have sex with that!” Beth cried out in her mind.

“Sucky me! Sucky me!” Alex cried out as he walked to the bed with his misshapen cock bobbing up and down. “Suck my pee pee like I see on the computer!”

Beth just wanted all three of these men to leave as soon as possible.

She didn’t know them.

She didn’t know what they would do if she resisted.

So, like the boys had trained her, she tried not to think about anything other than surviving and doing whatever she was asked.

“Suck his cock, Blondie,” Reggie told her.

“Yeah! Suck my cock,” Alex repeated, “cock, cock, cock…..”

“Don’t forget that big old ball hanging down either! We want you to lick that whole fucking thing!” Jason added this with the obvious intention of entertaining himself, rather than enhancing Alex’s pleasure.

With a defeated sigh, Beth put her hand on Alex’s sweaty chest to keep him from moving forward and dropped to her knees next to her bed.

“It’s ok, honey. Stand still and let me make you feel good. Just like on the computer, ok?” Beth asked, a small tear running down her cheek.

Her motherly instincts were making her feel sorry for Alex’s condition, despite what she was being made to do.

She took his large and deformed cock in her mouth and sucked him while gently cupping and running her hands around and under his massive single testicle.

Beth was thankful that the severe curve of the cock kept it from being shoved down her throat despite how enthusiastically Alex thrust it into her mouth.

“Holy shit! Look at that, Reggie! She’s really doing it!” Jason exclaimed when Beth took her mouth away and started to lick Alex’s hairy ball from the base of his cock to the bottom that was hanging just above his knee.

After her mouth had moved all over it a few times and it was slick with her spit, Beth took the smiling retarded man’s cock back into her mouth.

“Yeah, Alex, enjoy it, buddy. This is the sex you’ve been asking for, boy.” Reggie said to his son.

“Oh! I feel weird! I feel like I’m going to pee!” Alex yelled.

At that, Reggie grabbed Beth by her long blonde hair and pulled her mouth off his son’s cock.

“Not so fast, beautiful! I want him to get the full treatment.”

Beth didn’t stand up.

She stayed on her knees and pushed her breasts against either side of Alex’s cock and tit-fucked him.

“Holy shit! I wish I had thought of that,” Jason said when he saw her do that.

“I did! It was awesome. Do it when Alex is done. I’m fucking her again, too. Look at her adorable face and killer body. She’s like a Victoria's Secret model doing porn. Eddie wanted next week off for this. I might give him the month,” Reggie said.

And like a pornstar, both men made Beth fuck Alex in every different position they could think of until he had cum three times.

Twice in her pussy and once in her mouth.

When he was done, Alex said to her, “Tank you miss beautiful, you do good porn. Tank you very much.”

Jason then tit-fucked her, and then Reggie fucked Beth in her ass for his finale.

He had never fucked a woman in the ass before, and he wasn’t going to miss a golden opportunity like this.

By the time Reggie had finished and they were walking down the stairs to leave, there was another man at the front door ringing the bell.

He was the second-to-last of Eddie’s co-workers who were given the special services of Beth’s mouth.

An hour later, Eddie showed up with a pizza, and he was giggling as he asked her if she was hungry.

That was when Beth realized that she had eaten nothing but semen for the past 24 hours.

A month ago, Beth would have been too disgusted and traumatized to eat pizza while her stomach was full of cum, but now she was just hungry and reached out for the slice that Eddie offered her.

But at the last moment, Eddie pulled it back out of her hands before saying, “No, fuck you. You’ll eat something later.”

The smell of the pizza was making Beth’s stomach growl.

“All those guys today each gave me a hundred bucks for you to blow them. I made $1,700 today, you fucking slut! I don’t know why I didn’t think about doing this earlier,” Eddie told her.

“Because Dean said not to, because now over a dozen guys know where I live. My neighbors might have seen all the guys coming and going. And if it somehow gets back to my husband…” Beth tried to explain.

“Oh yeah, Shit. I forgot. Well, fuck it. You’ll think of some excuse. You always do, you expert lying cunt. Now, get dressed in something that two old guys would like to see. Pops and his buddy Jimmy will be here soon,” Eddie told her.

Beth had no specific idea of what Pops or the other man would find attractive.

After showering, she made her hair “big” like it was popular in the ‘80s, with lots of jewelry, lipstick and perfume.

Then she remembered how Pops had described her as a Playboy model and pulled out a bunny costume that she had bought to entertain the boys.

It was black, with bunny ears and a white puffball tail, which she knew Pops and most likely his friend would be happy with.

When the two older men saw her, she knew that what she chose to wear was spot on.

Jimmy was 65 years old and the owner of Diamond Ranch, a pig farm several miles away from Pop’s place.

“Sweet Tits, this here’s my friend Jimmy. Try not to fuck him to death like you did to Buster, ok? You probably don’t remember him because you were so fucked up that night, but Jimmy was there the night you fucked that horse. When I told him I was going to see you tonight, well, let's just say he was real interested in seeing you again. You made a good impression that night. Jimmy, this here is Sweet Tits,” Pops said.

“Oh, she made a good impression, alright. I was the one who shoved her face in the horse cum that she puked up while I was fucking her ass. Remember that, beautiful?” Jimmy said as he ran his hands against the super stretchy and skin-tight material over her breasts until Beth’s erect nipples could be seen poking out from underneath.

Although Jimmy was old, he kept in great shape from all the physical labor he did on his farm.

At 6’ 6” and 260 lbs, he towered over Beth and ran his face through her puffed-up blonde hair as his rough hands roamed freely over her body.

“You were right, Pops, these fucking tits are so big but so firm. So, she’s just up for anything?” Jimmy asked Pops like Beth wasn’t even there as he squeezed both her nipples hard through her Playboy Bunny costume and made her cry out.

“That’s what my grandson tells me. And so far, based on what I’ve seen, it’s true. She’s as passive as can be,” Pops replied.

Jimmy put his finger under Beth’s chin and lifted her face up to look at him.

“You going to do whatever I say, Sweet Tits?” Jimmy asked her.

“Yes,” she answered, knowing that any other response would be bad for her.

At that, Jimmy squeezed the nipple that his other hand was rubbing and twisted it hard while grabbing the blonde hair on the back of her head to keep Beth in place.

“Yes, what?” Jimmy asked her in a tone of impending violence.

“Yes, SIR!” Beth quickly called out, hoping it was what he wanted to hear.

Beth quickly realized that the man in front of her was as dangerous as Eddie and wouldn’t hesitate to hurt her in any way he saw fit.

That was when Eddie came into the living room with Beth’s horse and dog dildos and three large bottles of whiskey.

He handed a bottle to each of the men and tossed the dildos at Beth’s feet.

“Do we want her to be sober tonight or fucked up?” Eddie asked them.

Beth prayed that they would let her get drunk, but Jimmy said, “Sober at first and then fucked up, maybe. Although maybe not,” just as he started to french kiss her and cup her ass under the spandex that barely covered her butt until his middle finger found her asshole and dug itself in.

All three men took a drink out of their bottles as they looked at Beth while she was awkwardly standing in her high heels in the middle of her living room.

Jimmy asked if someone could play some music and make it loud.

Pops sat on the couch while Eddie connected his phone to the Bluetooth speakers on a table next to the fireplace.

It was clear to Beth that Jimmy was the elected leader for whatever happened to her tonight.

“I like the outfit, but I really want to see those big fat tits. Time to strip, Sweet tits!” Jimmy called out.

When Beth was naked, except for her heels and bunny ears, Jimmy had her kneel down and fuck her pussy with the dog dildo.

“Fuck! Look at those dog paw tattoos on her pussy! That’s too funny. Why not a horseshoe too?” Jimmy asked everyone in the room.

“Ha ha! We were too fucked up that day to remember to ask for that. Next time for sure, though,” Eddie replied.

“Next time? Does that mean next time with a tattoo or next time with a horse?” thought Beth in a panic.

Beth had made a vow to herself that she’d kill herself before being made to have sex with a horse again.

Despite Beth’s fear and anxiety, or maybe because of it, her body once again betrayed her and she started to get aroused from the dildo in her pussy.

“Shit! Look at her! She gets off so easily,” Pops said with a smile on his face after he saw her expression suddenly change.

“She definitely likes the feel of a dog cock. You saw her at the barn, Jimmy. And she had the same reaction fucking two dogs in this same room,” Eddie said.

“Oh, I remember her at the barn,” Jimmy replied as he rubbed the hard-on in his pants.

When Beth’s face was red and her pussy juice was dripping down the sides of the dildo, Jimmy knelt down in front of her and started to suck on each of her nipples.

Then he pushed her breasts up to her mouth and had Beth suck on them one at a time.

Jimmy reached his hand out to Pops, and Pops put a 1-liter stainless steel bottle in his hands.

Beth closed her eyes in despair when she saw it and knew that she’d soon be drinking horse semen again.

Eddie moved around in front of Beth to record what was going to happen on his phone.

Just then, Dean came running in through the front door.

“Did I miss anything?” he yelled out.

“Nope, you just made it, son,” Pops told him.

Jimmy smiled at Dean, unscrewed the top off the bottle, and handed it to Beth.

“Drink this, beautiful. Nice and slow,” Jimmy instructed.

Beth put the metal to her red lips, tipped her head back and let the slimy fluid slide out into her open mouth.

Her eyes went wide as she started to gag in surprise.

This wasn’t horse semen!

It was thicker, more like a glue that was difficult to swallow and had a bitter-sweet taste.

The four men in the room exploded in laughter when they saw Beth’s face while she struggled to swallow the entire contents of the liter bottle.

Beth tipped her head back so that her long blonde hair was covering her ass and spread out on the floor behind her.

She was still moving the dog-shaped dildo in and out of her pussy as she gulped down whatever fluid was filling her mouth.

Jimmy was also on his knees and squeezing both her full, round breasts while his face was close to hers and looking down to see her mouth fill with the thick white fluid before each swallow.

Pops had knelt behind her and was rubbing her stomach like he was praising a dog for doing a new task.

When the bottle was empty, Beth handed it back to Jimmy, not daring to say a word.

Jimmy’s eyes were wide, and his face was flushed from the excitement of what he had just witnessed.

“What did you think? Did you like that?” Jimmy asked her softly.

“No. It was still gross but not gross like before. A different kind of gross,” Beth said, forgetting that such honesty usually resulted in some kind of physical punishment.

But not this time.

Jimmy and Pops just smiled at her.

“That wasn’t from a horse, pretty lady,” Pops told her.

Beth’s blue eyes went wide in fear as she wondered what it was she had just swallowed.

“No, I own a pig farm, you fucking slut. That was pig semen that was taken from a dozen boars just a few hours ago. As fresh as can be for you, beautiful!” Jimmy said while he and the other men started to laugh.

Beth felt herself start to get nauseous as she realized what she had floating around in her stomach right now, and might have begun vomiting if her attention wasn't suddenly changed when Eddie grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to her feet.

He bent her head back until she was looking at her ceiling and said, “Time to fuck, cunt. Keep that fucking dog dildo in your cunt and walk up to your bed!”

As Eddie dragged her upstairs by her long blonde hair, Beth desperately tried to keep her balance in high heels and the dog-shaped dildo in her pussy while Jimmy walked behind her with two of his fingers deep up her asshole.

Dean and Pops walked slowly behind them.

Each of them was carrying enough liquor to keep all of them drinking while they raped Beth until morning.

And that’s what they did.

Monday, Blackmail Day 86

Beth woke up on Monday morning on her side, to sunlight streaming through her bedroom window onto her face.

She couldn’t move her arms or legs and didn’t know if it was because she was bound in some way or if she was simply too tired to move.

Opening her eyes, she could see that she wasn’t tied up and was still in her bedroom.

The room was silent except for the sound of someone snoring next to her, with his face nestled between her breasts.

From the scraggly gray hair on the top of his head, she assumed it was Pops.

After slowly moving her head to the side, she could see a large arm that must have belonged to Jimmy wrapped around her waist.

Beth also saw a naked body on the floor with light brown hair, which told her it was Eddie.

She was wondering where Dean was when a sudden roaring sound filled her ears, causing her eyes to widen.

It wasn’t actually noise but rather her mind’s reaction to the agony she was suddenly feeling from every inch of her body as she was waking up.

She still could barely move, so she just had to lie there with tears running down her face as the events of last night came flooding back to her.

Eddie’s father, Linc, was the biggest man Beth had ever had sex with up until last night.

Jimmy was physically bigger than Linc in every way.

Linc’s cock was thick and 11 inches long, but Jimmy’s was just as thick and at least an inch longer with a flared head like a mushroom.

Jimmy had said he anally raped her that night at the barn, but thankfully, Beth was too drugged out of her mind at the time to remember feeling the pain his cock must have inflicted upon her asshole.

Unfortunately for Beth, the men last night wanted her to feel everything that they did to her and other than some whisky being poured into her mouth after she said she was thirsty, Beth was given nothing to ease her pain.

Also, unlike Linc, Jimmy legitimately wanted to hurt her.

He had a savage hate of blondes with big tits from childhood, when his father ran off with one and left him alone with his mom.

His only goal that night was to make her feel every agonizing thing he could think of doing to her body and mind.

After Beth put on a show of fucking herself in the ass with the dog dildo, Jimmy told Eddie and Dean to hold her arms over her head before he jumped on top of her stomach and started to punch her breasts with his fists.

Even though Jimmy’s fists were huge, Beth’s breasts were still large enough to envelope them in tit-flesh after they smashed down on her nipples and hit her breastbone.

And after every horrible thing Jimmy did to her, Eddie did the same.

Eddie and Jimmy started an unspoken competition to see who could brutalize Beth the worst.

It was like Jimmy reminded Eddie of how he used to treat her when they first started blackmailing Beth, and he missed it.

Luckily for the beautiful blonde, Dean was there to keep them from hurting her face and from breaking any bones like they often wanted to.

But he didn’t stop them from bending her arms and legs into extreme positions for no other reason than to make her scream.

Jimmy also had a belly punching fetish and punched Beth relentlessly, even if he wasn’t fucking her.

Beth was screaming so loudly and so constantly that Dean had them stop for a minute while Jimmy was trying to pull her right arm from its socket, so he could put the ball gag with the 5” rubber dildo into her mouth to muffle her sounds.

After a long while, it was Pops who finally took pity on Beth and told them all to do more fucking and less torturing as he got into bed with her and had her do what he liked to do: bounce up and down on his cock while he sucked on her tits.

He also took out her ball gag so he could enjoy kissing her mouth, too.

Beth sobbed quietly with her face resting on top of Pops’ head while he sucked and chewed on her nipples.

This had a calming effect on Jimmy and Eddie, at least until Pops fell asleep a few hours later, and then Eddie and Jimmy tried once again to bend Beth’s body like a pretzel.

After Pops was done, Dean covered his cock with petroleum jelly and fucked Beth’s ass, and Eddie fucked her mouth while she was on her hands and knees.

At that point, Beth hadn’t seen Jimmy’s cock yet.

It wasn’t until Dean and Eddie were done with her that she saw him pull down his pants to reveal the monster of a thing that was about to fuck her.

Despite all that she had gone through in the past few months.

Despite all the men, the dogs, the fists, the horse, the piss and the shit.

Despite all that, when Beth saw that giant cock bobbing up and down as he approached her, she did something that she had never done before.

She fainted in fear.

But she woke up screaming a little while later as Jimmy was fucking her up the ass.

Beth thought his cock was like getting fucked with a baseball bat.

Luckily for the neighbors, Eddie covered her mouth with his hand before Jimmy got half his cock into her shitter.

Jimmy lasted a long time and slapped, punched and choked Beth the entire time her was fucking her ass.

He started fucking her ass while she was face down and in a prone position, but ended up fucking her ass while having Beth on her back with her knees on either side of her head.

Just before he was about to cum, he stopped and asked Eddie to hand him a sheet of plastic that he had seen earlier in Beth’s closet.

The plastic was from a dry cleaner's, and it was covering the same black dress that she had worn while fucking Dean’s boss, Bob.

While Jimmy had all 12” of his cock buried balls deep in Beth’s ass and her knees were being held by Pops on either side of her head, he took both of her wrists and held them by her sides and told Eddie to wrap the plastic tight around her face so she couldn’t breathe.

Beth was too broken at this point even to react when Eddie wrapped the plastic around her face.

To her, it was just one more thing the men did to her that she had to endure, so she stayed still under Jimmy for a minute until she realized that she couldn’t breathe.

Then her body went wild under Jimmy and started bucking and thrashing as Beth fought with all of the little strength she had left to try to save herself.

But Jimmy never let go of her wrists and just fucked her asshole harder as he imagined that he was killing this beautiful, big-titted blonde beneath him.

With a loud groan, he had one of the most intense orgasms of his life as Beth’s colon gripped his massive cock like a tight fist.

Dean and Eddie pulled the plastic off Beth’s face, and after a few slaps, she woke up and started coughing.

“Ok, let's not do that again,” Dean warned everyone.

“Ha ha! She’ll be ok. I’ve seen Jim do that a few times. He times it just right,” Pops said.

“Yeah, some women like it too. I had one girl piss and cum just before she blacked out. Asked me to do it again, but she was too much of a skank. Not like this beautiful piece of meat,” Jimmy said as he squeezed Beth’s massive breasts in both hands until her titflesh oozed out between his fingers.

“No, no more. Please, no more. I’m thirsty. Help me. Leave me…” Beth said pitifully.

“Hear that? She’s thirsty,” Jimmy said as he poured whisky into her open mouth and on her face.

Once Beth swallowed several mouthfuls, Jimmy lay his body on top of hers and started to lick what was left off of her face.

Jimmy got off her, and the men all laughed when they saw traces of blood from Beth’s ass on his half-hard cock.

Beth was lying on her back and just repeated over and over again, “No more. Please. No more. I can’t. Stop. I hurt so bad. Mercy, please, I beg you…..”

Unfortunately, mercy was the last thing on anyone’s mind.

Dean held two tasers in his hands and said, “Eddie, grab your belt and let's see if we can get Fuck-Toy awake enough for round two.”

Each time Dean tased Beth’s nipples and clit, her body jumped, and she rolled on her side to protect herself.

That was when Edie started to whip her back, ass and thighs until she rolled over onto her back to use her arms for protection.

And that was when Dean tasered her again until she rolled onto her stomach again, and Eddie would whip her back and ass again.

Dean remembered that Patrick had said that he had pushed the top half of the taser into his mother’s breast until it was totally surrounded. Patrick also noted that “Liz” screamed and pissed herself after he tased her like that, and Dean wanted to see if he could make it happen again.

Dean took two fresh tasers out of a bag he had brought and pressed them both into her tits as Beth lay unresponsive on her bed.

With a click and a muffled “Zap” noise, Beth’s legs started shaking, and a stream of urine shot out of her pussy and soaked the blanket at the bottom of the bed.

“Fucking yes! I got that idea from your son, Fuck-Toy. Your own fucking son gave me that idea! Hahaha!” Dean said while laughing.

Pops and Jimmy didn’t know what Dean was talking about, but the sight of Beth’s hot body rolling around on her bed as Eddie was whipping her was turning Pops on.

“Boy, let me have a go with that belt,” Pops said, holding his hand out. “Somebody hold her arms and legs.”

Dean held Beth’s arms over her head, and Eddie held her legs together by her ankles as Pops raised the belt over his head and then slammed it down over both of Beth’s breasts.

“32 double E fucking tits!” Pops yelled after each strike.

The men were transfixed by the image before them.

A thin and gray 78-year-old man was whipping the massive breasts of a beautiful blonde 32-year-old mother spread out on her own bed against her will.

By the time Pops was done, his arm was tired, and his 9” cock was erect again and bobbing up and down as he got between Beth’s legs and started fucking her pussy.

At this point, Beth lay spread out under him, too tired to move.

Pops took a moment to lift his head from sucking on her breasts and said, “Hey, someone hand me another bottle of that there pig cum. I want to see her swallowing that as I fuck her!”

Now, several hours later, she was lying in her bed, trying to comprehend all that had been done to her.

Still not daring to move and triggering even more pain, Beth was looking at all the bruises and whip marks that she could see on her body.

She was thankful that Chris was away for another two weeks, because she knew that these marks wouldn’t fade away quickly, as they had in the past.

Then she saw that the blanket and sheet on the bed were gone.

She questioned why for a moment before she remembered how they were soiled with her urine and, after Eddie pissed in her ass, her shit stains.

What she saw instead were tasers, belts, empty beer bottles, torn lingerie, the horse dildo and two empty metal bottles of pig semen that Beth vividly remembered being forced to drink.

“Pig semen? Oh my god!” Beth thought as she started to dry heave a little.

This sound and motion woke Pops up, and he started to suckle on her breasts until he lifted his head and looked Beth in the eyes.

“Good morning, pretty lady. At least, it’s good for me. You probably feel like hell. Still not sure why you’re so fucked up in the head to like what was done to you, but I’m not complaining,” Pops said as he rolled out of bed and started to stretch before going downstairs to the kitchen to get some food and coffee.

“Me neither, my friend, me either. But fucking hell, that was a good time! God-damn it, this pussy is so fucking smooth, I love it!” Jimmy said as he slid his hand all around Beth’s smooth and hairless pubic area and then up Beth’s flat stomach and roughly cupped the breast that Pops hadn’t been sucking on.

Beth cried out hoarsely at his touch because her breasts were sore and swollen from the abuse that was inflicted on them last night.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Finally, you’re quiet. You cried and screamed so much last night, you fucking lost your voice. Now roll over on your stomach. I’ve got some morning wood that your ass is going to take care of for me,” Jimmy said as he mounted himself over Beth’s round and full ass.

A round and full ass that was bright red and had too many whip and bite marks to count.

Jimmy fucked her ass like that for a long time.

The sounds of her pitiful moaning and crying woke Eddie up, and he wiped his eyes and stood looking at Beth getting her ass fucked.

Jimmy was lifting himself off her until only the head of his mammoth cock was in Beth’s ass before he dropped all of his 230 lbs on top of her while burying his entire 12” inside her in one motion.

Even though Beth felt like her whole ass was being split in two each time he slammed his body down on her, she could only make pitiful sounds rather than the screams her body wanted to make.

After Jimmy shot his cum deep in her colon, Eddie dragged her off the bed and told her that he had to take a shit while pushing her into the bathroom.

Beth’s legs could barely support her, and the pain coming from her hips, knees and ankles as she walked was mind-numbing.

As she stopped quickly after each step to keep her balance, her huge, red and swollen breasts bounced up and down, almost hitting her in the face.

Eddie sat on the toilet with his hard dick up and over the seat.

He had Beth kneel down and suck him off while he took a shit.

Suddenly, Beth’s mouth was full of hot urine as Eddie pissed in her mouth before Beth heard the sounds of his shit plopping into the bowl.

The smell and the sounds of his shit plopping into the bowl nauseated her, and Beth had no doubt what she was expected to do once Eddie was finished.

Beth couldn’t swallow the urine fast enough to keep it from gushing out of the sides of her mouth and falling down over the curves of her breasts to pool between her knees and all over the bathroom floor.

When Eddie was done pissing, he told her to keep sucking him and to swallow his cum.

It took him several minutes before he shot off into Beth’s mouth, and then after that, he stood up, turned around and told her to clean his ass with her mouth.

Beth was beyond the point of resisting anything that these horrible men wanted and immediately spread his cheeks and pushed her mouth over his asshole and began licking and sucking it clean.

“Holee-shiiiit!” Jimmy said when he took a look in the bathroom and saw what was going on.

“Now wipe my ass with toilet paper and show me it’s clean. If it’s not, use your mouth again!” Eddie commanded.

Beth wiped her mouth clean with her arm and then wiped Eddie’s ass with toilet paper.

She had to go back two more times before the tissue paper stayed white after wiping.

“That’s fucked, man. I’m not into that, but I do have to take a piss. How about it, Blondie? Just like last night? Get in the shower and open your whore mouth,” Jimmy told her.

Beth crawled over and opened the shower door.

She kneeled with her mouth open while waiting for Jimmy to fill it with his urine.

“Open your eyes! With your fingers! Keep them open. I want to piss on your fucking eyeballs, you stupid blonde slut,” Jimmy demanded.

Beth did as she was told and held her eyes and mouth open as Jimmy drained all the piss out of his body and onto her beautiful face.

“Fuck! That was awesome,” Jimmy said as he shook the remaining drops of his cock and into her mouth. “Shit! It’s late. I told my wife that I’d be back in time to take one of my kids to his baseball game.”

Eddie was getting dressed and said, “Yeah, I think my dick’s done for the day. Time to head out. You’re still taking Pops back with you, right?”

“Yeah, no problem. I got some ideas for something she can do for us. Another kind of show like the one she did before. Fucking wilder, though. I’ll text you if I can make it happen,” Jimmy said.

“Sounds good to me. Let me know. Ok, cunt. Enjoy your day. Dean’s working and wants you to have dinner ready for him when he gets here at 8, and you need to be wearing a slutty dress. You know what he likes. Also wants a fire going in the fireplace. You hear me, cunt?” Eddie asked.

Beth was still on her knees and was wiping her face with a hand towel as she replied, “Yes. I’ll be ready.”

Beth stayed in the shower for a long time after the men left.

She just lay down and curled up into a ball on top of the cold, urine-soaked tile floors and softly cried into the small hand towel she held by her face.

The beaten blonde was wondering why she was so hungry, but then remembered that she had eaten nothing but semen, both human and pig, for the last 36 hours.

After a while, she managed to take off her high heels and then rise to her knees, turning the shower on, only to fall back into the same position on the floor.

Eventually, she mustered the strength that she needed to stand up and let the hot water run down over her face while she ran a bar of soap over her sore and abused body.

Her soapy hands gently ran over and under her huge breasts and slowed to a stop when they reached both her nipples.

They were each so sore and sensitive, and when her fingers rolled over them, a gasp escaped her open mouth.

A gasp of both pain and pleasure.

“Pleasure? From my nipples? How? How is that possible after everything that was done to them?” Beth’s mind asked itself.

But it was true.

As she was running her soapy hands over her body, she felt both pleasure and pain.

Horrified and unbelieving at how her own body was reacting after being abused for the entire past day, Beth had to know for sure.

She inched her right hand down from the under curve of her breast, down her flat stomach and slowly approached the vertical slit of her pussy.

The second the tip of her middle finger touched her pussy, she whispered, “No. What is wrong with me?”

Beth felt no pain, just pleasure and an overwhelming desire to feel more, which led her to move her fingers down lower and gently slide against the lips of her vagina.

With her free hand, she grabbed one of the support bars on the sides of the shower and used it to hold herself up while her knees went weak as she rubbed her clit until she had a quick orgasm.

When she lifted her hand up from her pussy to her face, though, she saw that it was covered in red and black blood.

Beth held the handrail tightly as she looked down between her breasts and saw blood dripping from between her legs and pools on the shower floor.

As the shower washed everything down the drain, she saw clots of pink tissue amid the blood.

Instinctively, she knew that she was no longer pregnant.

The physical and emotional abuse, along with not eating, and using drugs and alcohol, had given her a welcome miscarriage.

She was both ashamed and happy, but most of all, too tired to care.

Beth finished her shower, found one of the pads that she uses for her periods, and got dressed.

Before she left to go food shopping, Beth checked that the nanny cam she had pointed towards her bed was on and had recorded everything.

Beth prayed that there was something on it that she could use against the boys.

When Dean got to Beth’s house after work, he was greeted at the door by what any man would have described as a sex goddess.

Beth was wearing a sparkling navy blue cocktail dress that looked as if it had been painted on rather than being made of stretchy fabric.

The top of the dress barely covered her nipples, which were erect and almost poking through the thin material, while the bottom only covered the curve of her ass.

Her hair was styled in a bun above her head, with long, curly strands of blonde hair falling down around her face and back.

She was wearing stupidly high black heels and elaborately detailed blue thigh-high stockings.

Red glossy lips, makeup, perfume, and large gold hoop earrings completed the look.

Beth wanted to make Dean very happy tonight and beg him to go easy on her next week.

She wasn’t telling him why, but she didn’t want to be so physically and mentally destroyed that she couldn’t follow through with her plan to drug all the boys and end the blackmail.

Dinner was ready for him, and afterwards, she had his favorite drink in a glass with ice on the table next to a chair facing a fire in the fireplace while she made love to his cock and balls with her mouth.

Whatever brutal kink Dean was enjoying yesterday seemed to have passed.

When she told him about her miscarriage, Dean didn’t seem to care after she told him that it wouldn’t interfere with them having sex in any way tonight.

He spent the night with Beth being a gentle and appreciative lover in bed, and after promising her that they would go easy on her from now on, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.



Tuesday, Blackmail Day 87

Beth woke up in the morning to the sounds of pleasure from Dean as he climaxed inside her pussy.

He then took her into the bathroom and instructed her to wait outside the shower door until he finished washing himself.

That was when he grabbed his phone and told her to get down on her knees in the shower.

Beth still had her makeup on from the previous day, along with her earrings, and her hair was still styled in a sophisticated manner.

Dean thought that he had never seen her look sexier and wanted to keep her looking perfect right up until the moment he pissed in her mouth and she drank his urine.

Which he did and recorded every second on his phone to Beth’s absolute shame.

He kept Beth naked while she made him breakfast and told her, “The weeks before Thanksgiving are super busy at a supermarket. Bob and I have been working like crazy this week, and he’s been pretty awesome to me despite all of the stress he’s been having. You’re going to go to his home on Wednesday afternoon after he gets out of work, spend the night with him and fuck his balls off.”

“Yes, Dean,” was Beth’s only reply as Dean pushed her face down on her kitchen table and fucked her ass after stuffing it with butter.

After Dean left, Beth went to the bathroom to wipe her ass as clean as she could before she expected Eddie to arrive.

She held onto the sink with both hands and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror.

Despite a night of sex with Dean, her hair still looked hot with sexy curls falling down over her face, and her rhinestone earrings and necklace were glittering in the bathroom lights.

Her face looked thin, though.

She had lost weight again over the past few weeks.

There weren’t any carbs in animal and men’s semen, apparently, she thought to herself.

She could still see some slight bruising on her breasts from being whipped and other abuse the past few days, but otherwise, there was little trace of all the physical abuse she had been subjected to, only emotional.

“Come on, Beth. You can do this. Only a few more days, and it’s all over. Just do what they say. Just survive. You’ve got this,” she said out loud to herself before the tears started running down her face.

Her eyes looked tired due to the lack of regular sleep, so she took a small makeup kit out of the cabinet and, only to make herself feel better, cheered herself up a little by pampering herself.

When she got herself together and walked naked out into the kitchen, Beth stopped short in fear, and one hand quickly covered pussy while her other arm crossed her chest and covered both her nipples when she saw three men in the room waiting for her.

“Oh my god! What?” Beth exclaimed before she recognized Eddie’s boss, Reggie and Reggie’s brother Jason, along with another man.

Jason let loose with a loud wolf whistle when he saw Beth walk into the kitchen with her big breasts bouncing up and down.

“Look at that! You two weren’t kidding. Fucking beautiful!” said Mitch.

“Yeah. Hey slut. Don’t you ever wear clothes?” Reggie asked her with a smirk.

Thinking quickly, Beth said, “The bet is over. Get out of my house. Now!”

“Oh no, you can fuck off with that shit, you fucking cunt. New deal going on. My guys are fixing Eddie’s grandfather’s house, and Eddie said we’d have you all day to ourselves. You know my brother Jason,” Reggie said as he approached Beth and cupped both her massive tits in his hands before continuing, “This is my buddy Mitch. Mitch is divorced as of yesterday. His ex-wife is a frigid bitch. He hasn’t had sex in a long time. You’re going to make up for it.”

The three men circled Beth, letting their fingers roam all over her body and started talking like she wasn’t a person and they were discussing a new truck purchase.

Mitch was on his knees and had both his hands on Beth’s ass and said, “I just felt her thighs. She’s toned but soft at the same time. And this ass is perfect. So firm and round.”

“Wait until you fuck it, man. So tight and hot. I can’t wait,” Reggie said.

“Are you kidding? We can fuck her ass?” Mitch asked as he spread her cheeks and looked at Beth’s asshole.

Jason was on her side and was running his hand up and down her stomach and said, “Oh, shit, she has ab muscles that I can feel. And her pussy is so smooth. Totally shaved. And those dog-paw tattoos are so fucking hot.”

“Yeah, she must work out constantly to keep a body like this. She’s almost too skinny. I like a little meat on the bone. But these tits aren’t skinny,” Reggie replied.

“Let me see that stomach! Raise your arms up and keep them there, Blondie!” said Mitch excitedly, as Mitch and Jason changed places, “Betty had a gut that grossed me out.”

Beth just helplessly stood passively with her hands over her head and looked at the ceiling as they molested and critiqued her body.

“Yeah, I don’t know why you ever married that bitch,” Reggie said as he was kneading Beth’s breasts like they were made of dough. “These tits are just soooo good! Huge and round, but don’t hang down and tiny little nips. Damn!”

“Fuck, you’re right. Her stomach is flat, and I can see her lower ab muscles. Awesome! And this pussy, it’s just a slit like a teenager,” Mitch said as he ran his index finger into and then up and down the lips he was just complimenting, “Betty’s looked like a bowl of pasta!”

“Oh, fucking gross, man! Enough about Betty. Let's focus on what we have right now. A literal walking blonde wet dream,” Jason said with his face buried in Beth’s long blonde hair behind her head.

Suddenly, Beth’s mouth opened wide with a gasp, and her whole body tensed up while she took a half step forward.

“Dudes!” said Jason with the sound of absolute joy in his voice, “I just stuck my whole middle finger up her ass and it went in without any resistance. It’s so fucking slick and warm. I didn’t fuck her ass last time, but I’m going to today!”

Reggie took his mouth away from sucking on her nipples, looked directly at Beth’s face and said to Jason, “Put the finger you had in her ass in her mouth. I bet she’ll just suck it clean without complaining.”

Beth locked eyes with Reggie and thought of a hundred different ways to tell him to fuck off, but knowing that it would be pointless and potentially harmful to her, she only opened her mouth and started sucking on Jason’s finger.

For a split second, Beth appreciated that she could only taste butter and not the shit from her ass on the finger, but then she was distracted when Mitch started finger fucking her pussy as he stood up to see what she was doing.

Reggie started pinching her nipples while Jason slid his now spit-covered finger side to side along her dark red lips.

While squeezing her now sore but erect nipples, he asked Beth, “I think it’s time you take us upstairs, beautiful. Don’t you agree?”

Beth just nodded, and the three men followed her through the house, up the stairs and into her bedroom without ever taking their eyes off Beth’s ass.

A few hours later, Beth and the three men were getting dressed in her bedroom.

Although Reggie talked to Beth like a tough guy, he was actually very kind while he was having sex with her.

The other two were even more so.

Beth was kept very busy all morning performing sexual acts for all of them, but they never hurt her or were cruel in any way.

In fact, if Beth cried out or showed any sign of discomfort, the men apologized and repositioned themselves or moved on to something else entirely.

There were no perverted acts, no piss drinking or anal licking, no choking or whipping, and no slutty outfits were requested.

All three men just wanted to have anal sex first, and after having their first orgasms with her that way, they became more interested in trying to make Beth have orgasms too.

It was a whole new experience for her.

It was like they were making love to her.

She thought that if she had been drunk or had taken one of Dean’s pills, she would have had an enjoyable time.

By the time they were getting ready to leave, Beth didn’t have any bad feelings for them despite the fact that they had raped her all morning.

As she was walking them all to her front door, Beth took a chance and asked if they would mind bringing in the Christmas tree and a few large storage boxes from the garage.

Before he left, she had told Chris that she’d have the tree up and the house decorated when he got home.

At the time, she assumed that Patrick would be home to help her, but now that he wasn’t, she didn’t think she could move the heavy boxes by herself.

It only took the men a few minutes to carry it all into her living room, and after each one had one last squeeze of her ass or breasts, they left.

By the time Dean arrived at her house later that night, the Christmas Tree was up, and the interior of the house was decorated.

She had planned to wait until Chris and Patrick were home to decorate the tree with ornaments, but the tree’s built-in LED lights were already shining brightly.

Dean walked into the house with grocery bags full of everything Beth would need to prepare a traditional Thanksgiving dinner.

In answer to Beth’s puzzled face, Dean told her that she’d be making dinner for Pops since he’s alone and hasn’t had an authentic holiday dinner like this in years.

“You’ll be alone all day tomorrow. Eddie will be here at 4:00, so you better have the dinner ready. You need to be at Bob’s house at 7:00 PM. Wear some traditional, classy lingerie. He loves that shit. After that, you have all of Thanksgiving to yourself to enjoy,” Dean told her with a smirk on his face.

“Yes, Dean. Thank you,” was Beth’s only reply.

“Now! Let’s fuck under the Christmas Tree!” Dean said as he dropped to his knees and started pulling her yoga pants down.

As he was licking her smooth and currently dry pussy lips, Beth sighed and pulled her T-shirt over her head before joining Dean on the floor.

Wednesday, Blackmail Day 88

After a night and morning of fucking Beth in every way that Dean liked to do, he had her bathe him in the shower and pissed in her mouth before he ran out the door to make it to work in time.

Beth was on her knees in the shower with the acrid taste of Dean’s urine in her mouth as she watched him walk out of her bedroom.

After dropping her head in despair, she stood up, took a shower herself and got ready to cook an entire Thanksgiving dinner for the grandfather of a man who had been blackmailing her and brutally raping her for months.

She had everything finished and ready to go in Tupperware by 3:00.

Beth was going to her mother’s for Thanksgiving and only had to bring a few desserts that she had also made today.

She was looking forward to seeing Patrick.

Despite all that they had been through, she missed seeing him every day, and even knowing that tomorrow would be terribly awkward, she was going to make a point to let Patrick know that she missed and loved him.

She was also going to see her sister and her new husband, along with several aunts and uncles and all her cousins that she hadn’t seen for months.

In their company, Beth will have to play the part of a woman who is working to open her own yoga studio. She’d have to invent stories about the locations she'd visited, meetings with different banks, and networking with past students.

But Beth had gotten very good at lying over the past few months and knew she’d be fine.

Eddie arrived at 4:30 and packed up his car with all the prepared food.

Then, just before he left, he anally raped Beth under some mistletoe that was hanging over the entrance to the living room because Eddie thought it was funny.

After the front door slammed closed, Beth stayed on her hands and knees and stared with eyes wet from tears at the family photos that were on the table next to the staircase.

Seeing them reminded her of why she was enduring this daily rape and torture.

“If they ever find out what I have been doing… it would hurt them so badly. This is all worth it if I can end it in a way to keep it all a secret,” she thought.

Her asshole was stinging, and she could feel some of Eddie’s cum leak out and drip down her inner right thigh and fall on the floor beneath her.

She stood up, wiped her eyes (and the floor) and walked up to her bedroom to prepare herself to spend the night playing the part of being a willing fuck-toy for Dean’s boss.

Thursday, Thanksgiving, Blackmail Day 89

Emily’s Mom was working Thanksgiving to earn extra holiday pay, and since they didn’t have any close relatives, Emily was spending the day alone.

She had hoped that Mack would have invited her to his family’s house for a turkey dinner, but he only asked her to watch him play in today’s holiday football game.

Which was still a big deal for her, and she was very proud to be allowed access to the coach’s office in the locker room, but was also very embarrassed to be so close to all the boys changing into their uniforms just around the corner.

Emily wondered why the coach had a large bottle of Japanese sake on his desk.

Mack had told her repeatedly for several weeks that she was part of the team and that the guys all asked her to be here today to wish them luck before they went out onto the field.

When everyone was in uniform, except for their helmets, the coach gave them a pep talk and then handed out a shot of sake to each of them.

This was a secret Thanksgiving Day game “tradition” and she was pressured into having one with the team and then another with the coaches, and then one more when she was coerced into wishing the team “good luck”.

By the time the boys were running out on the field, the little blonde teen was feeling lightheaded.

Coach Murphy, who was waiting for the roofies that he put into her shots of sake to take effect, suggested that she lie down on the couch he had in his office and join everyone at the 50-yard line later when she felt better.

At the time, Emily noticed the coach’s hands running up under her T-shirt and cupping her breasts, but later she had no memory of it or anything else that her body was put through that morning.

Little Emily had already refused Mack’s idea of using her as a sexual reward for touchdowns during a game after he had suggested it to her last week. Still, all the coaching staff loved it, and they conspired with Mack and the whole team to add a little extra motivation for a winning game today.

Everyone left the locker room except two of the Assistant Coaches, one of whom was also Emily’s history teacher, Mr. Sullivan.

He and the other coach stayed behind to change Emily into a cheerleader uniform that was three sizes too small for her and to move the couch into the center of the locker room.

Since both of these coaches had to leave immediately after the game, it was agreed that they could enjoy the drugged little blonde now before the game even started.

And they did.

So much so that Coach Murphy had to send two players to fetch the two coaches back to the game shortly after it started.

Those two players tried to stay behind to get a chance to fuck the unconscious fake cheerleader just as hard as they saw their coaches doing, but they were not allowed.

Two and a half hours later, after the highest-scoring game in the team’s history had ended, Mack’s team won, and he was voted MVP.

A few hours after that, Emily awoke in her house, lying on a couch in front of the TV that was playing the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.

She had a headache and couldn’t remember how she got home.

Then she realized that she couldn’t remember anything since she was in the locker room with the team.

After looking at her phone, she saw a few texts from Mack, “Hey, beautiful. You passed out after having those shots of sake. You really have to avoid drinking hard liquor. Stick to beer, maybe?”

Emily nodded her head, yes.

She assumed that the sake made her sleepy like champagne and other alcohol had in the past, and prayed that she didn’t make a fool of herself.

Luckily, Mack made her feel a lot better about it, like he always did, when his following text said, “Don’t worry. You fell asleep in the coach's office, and I took you home after the game. We won! All the guys give you credit for it because you were there to wish them luck. We all really love you!”

It was then that Emily noticed how sore her body felt, especially her nipples.

There was also the now very familiar throbbing pain coming from both her vagina and anus that told her without a doubt that she had sex recently.

Fortunately, Mack had an answer for that as well in his next text, “I also love how horny you get when you drink, baby. By the time I got you home, you were on fire. The sex we had was amazing with you, as always. By all your comments and thank you’s, I know I made you happy, too!”

Mortified that she had once again gotten passed out drunk, Emily took solace in the fact that her boyfriend was so understanding and cared for her so much.

She didn’t want to think about what could happen to her if he wasn’t watching out for her all the time.

“Probably be raped like Patrick did to me,” she thought to herself as she started to get angry, remembering.

Just then, the doorbell rang, and she was ecstatic to find out that when Mr. Adams learned Emily was going to be alone on Thanksgiving, he had ordered her an entire dinner, including desserts, for her and her mother.

Emily considered herself very lucky to have two such caring men in her life.

After spending the previous night and early morning being a sex toy for Dean’s boss, Bob, Beth quickly showered herself clean and prepared a few desserts to bring to her mother’s house.

As expected, Thanksgiving was awkward but fun for Beth.

Seeing cut cucumbers for dip and prepared squash and eggplant displayed on the dining room table for dinner sent a feeling of pain to both her pussy and ass as she remembered how Bob had, just the night before, sexually abused her privates with those types of veggies and more to satisfy his depraved vegetable fetish.

She had heard numerous times that she was “too skinny,” but since she was eating every available food item, her family didn’t think there was much to be concerned about.

There were also numerous comments about how long her hair had grown.

Her long blonde hair now ended in soft curls a few inches above her waist.

When Beth said she was doing it to make Chris happy, everyone was satisfied with that answer.

Her meeting with Patrick went surprisingly well.

He was shy, but seemed genuinely glad to see her, and told her all about what he had been doing in school and how he was helping his grandmother.

Beth was worried that he would be so ashamed about what had happened between them that he wouldn’t even talk to her.

At the end of the night, she gave him a hug and a kiss, saying she was proud of him.

That seemed to ease Patrick’s mind considerably, and Beth saw a genuine smile on his face, which made her happy.

Her joy was short-lived, though, because when she got home, both Dean’s and Eddie’s cars were in her driveway.

She knew that she was going to be double raped all night, and she was.

“If only Brody were here, too. I could end this nightmare,” she thought as she hoped that they would give her some ecstasy to help make this night easier for her.

They didn’t.

Friday, Blackmail Day 90



Beth woke up in the morning, in bed, with her naked body sandwiched between two young men.

She didn’t dare move, lest she wake them.

That would have only triggered more physical abuse for her.

Instead, she stayed still and thought about all the things she had grown to hate over the past few months.

There were so many things.

Her three blackmailing rapists above all.

She hated sex (except with Matt), high heels, thigh-highs, lingerie, and anything considered sexy.

Also at the top of the list was Viagra.

That damn little blue pill allowed so many men to rape and abuse her longer and many times more than nature would have allowed.

Even now, Beth could feel Eddie’s half-hard cock pressing into her ass cheeks and Dean’s lying on her thigh.

Viagra had allowed them both to fuck her continuously for several hours last night, and she did not doubt that there was enough left in their systems that would let them be able to fuck her again when they woke up.

“Matt is always wonderfully firm while we make love, but he doesn’t stay hard forever, and after he comes a second time, his penis stays soft. It’s natural and amazing, not artificial and an endless perversion like what I experienced last night,” Beth thought. “Although… I should give Matt some and try it with him. I bet he’d love staying hard for me that long, and I’d love it too.”

Beth’s happy thoughts about Matt were broken when Dean woke up and bit down hard on her breast that was pressed against his mouth.

“Owwhh!” she cried out in response.

“Good morning, Fuck-Toy!” he said with a grin. “You had a nightmare last night. Were you dreaming about me or Eddie? Or both?” Dean asked her with a smile.

Beth could feel Dean’s cock start to slide up her thigh as it hardened.

Sadly, she started to feel Eddie’s cock do the same against her ass as he was waking up.

In well-practiced unison, both men stayed where they were in bed but repositioned themselves so Dean could fuck her pussy while Eddie fucked her ass at the same time.

Doing what she always did, what she had been commanded to do, Beth kissed Dean on his lips and sucked on his tongue and neck and reached behind her to grab Eddie’s ass as she encouraged them both to fuck her harder.

It didn’t take them long to cum, and soon, after they took her into her bathroom shower and made her drink their morning piss, both boys were dressed and in the kitchen while a naked Beth made them all breakfast.

They specifically had her make bacon and eggs, and enjoyed her painful reaction when any bacon grease splattered up and hit her exposed skin.

“Ok, Fuck-Toy, you have the day to yourself. I used your Amazon account again to buy you some stuff a few days ago. There’s a bag in the living room with an outfit you need to wear for a party we’re going to tomorrow. You might like it. It’s a Cinderella costume! You’re going to be a princess all day. What do you think of that?” Dean asked her.

Beth knew better than to resist or even to ask any questions.

She only said in reply, “Yes, Dean. Thank you.”

“I want you to spend the next 24 hours working out and making yourself as fucking hot looking as you can. I mean, hot! Get your nails done, sparkles, perfume, princess hair and all that other princess shit. I made a body wax appointment for you at noon, too,” Dean said.

“I will. Thank you,” Beth replied.

With a piece of bacon hanging out of his mouth, Eddie walked behind her, grabbed both her huge breasts in each hand, squeezed them hard enough to make her cry out and said, “I think I liked this cunt better when she bitched about everything.”

Beth said, “I’m sorry, Eddie.”

“See? It’s shit like that! It’s boring!” Eddie yelled.

Eddie kept his hands digging into her breasts so hard that her nipples were extended out farther than normal as he used his grip on them to bend Beth closer to the hot frying pan that was splattering her with bacon grease.

“How about we have some bacon-flavored fried tits for breakfast!” Eddie yelled into her ear as Beth started to scream in terror, as her nipples were only inches from getting deep-fried.

When her long blonde hair fell down onto the stove and started to curl and smoke after hitting the burning gas under the pan, Eddie whipped her around and slapped her so hard in the face that Beth fell down to the kitchen floor in tears.

The beautiful naked blonde held her stinging cheek in one hand, kept her mouth shut and looked at the floor.

“And do some grocery shopping today, too. There’s no fucking food in the house! No beer or booze. No snacks. What the fuck have you been doing for the past few weeks? Oh yeah. Getting FUCKED!” Eddie's comment caused him and Dean to laugh hysterically.

“Ok, Fuck-Toy. We’ll see you in about 24 hours,” Dean said as he drained his cup of coffee before he and Eddie left.

Later in the afternoon, after she had gone food and liquor shopping and had a total body wax, Beth took a look at the Cinderella costume in the bag left on her living room sofa.

She expected something slutty and wasn’t disappointed, but it was also very expensive-looking.

The heels were very high, and although not made of glass, the material was a shiny white substance that gave it a crystal-like shine when the light hit it in a certain way.

There were also white thigh-highs with elaborate patterns and a matching garter.

The dress was the traditional Cinderella blue, but that was the only thing traditional about it.

It was a one-piece shoulderless garment with a zipper down the back.

The skirt only fell to her middle thigh, and a shorter petticoat underneath pushed it out to reveal even more of her legs.

The corset was made of stretchy, thin spandex material that looked like it was painted on, leaving nothing to the imagination from her waist to the upper curves of her breasts.

There was no underwear, as Beth expected.

Extremely long white gloves of the same material, a white and blue headband and a black choker with the word “whore” spelled out in rhinestones were next.

At the very bottom of the bag was a box with a beautiful and very expensive-looking crystal princess crown that completed the outfit.

Beth groaned when she wondered how much money this whorish princess outfit had cost her as she brought everything up to her bedroom.

Saturday, Blackmail Day 91

Since she anticipated not getting any sleep Saturday night, Beth spent most of the morning in bed. She had taken sleeping pills and, for the first time in a long time, slept soundly until late in the morning and took some anti-anxiety pills as soon as she woke up.

By the time the boys arrived, Beth was very relaxed and looked like a Disney princess wet dream.

She even allowed herself some pride in the way she curled and styled her long blonde hair so it was held up in a bun behind her head and spiraled halfway down her back.

The authentic-looking crystal crown was fastened tightly with multiple clips to ensure it wouldn’t fall off easily.

Somehow, the boys kept their hands off her body and didn’t ruin the outfit, but they did have Beth get down on her knees and suck them both off before they left.

The car ride was long and familiar.

Despite her meds, Beth’s anxiety levels were rising when she recognized that they were on the road that led to Pop’s farm.

She was trembling in fear when she saw the barn set back from the road, but then they kept driving past.

It was another 20 minutes before they turned into the long, winding driveway of another farm.

Poor Beth would soon find out that this was the pig farm that belonged to Pop’s friend, Jimmy Diamond.

Jimmy was the father of five children, and his wife had a passion for Disney.

Which was fine with him, he enjoyed it too, and the whole family always took one or two long vacations a year to a Disney Resort.

However, over the years, Jimmy had grown to dislike all the Disney Princesses, especially Cinderella.

They were all beautiful and perfect in the Parks, but after waiting in line with his kids, sometimes over an hour, for a photo, and then only to be looked at like a perv when he also wanted a photo without his kids, it pissed him off.

One time, as the whole family was posing before the castle with Cinderella, after he put his hand on her waist, she yelled at him and had security get him away from her.

Jimmy got pissed, there was a big argument, and he was embarrassed in front of his family.

Ever since that day, every time Jimmy sees a Disney princess, it triggers a burning rage inside him.

When Jimmy asked Eddie and Dean about having Beth dress up as Cinderella, both boys just thought that it would be funny.

They had no idea how happy they were making Jimmy.

All the boys knew was that Jimmy was treating them like kings this weekend.

Each of them was given a brand-new freezer, delivered to their homes, both stocked full of bacon, chops, and loins.

All that for just letting him do some crazy shit to Beth that they both wanted to see anyway.

It was win-win for everyone except the beautiful, blackmailed and raped mother.

Unlike either Pop’s farm or Milton Orchards, Jimmy’s farm had a long drive that featured all the industrialized equipment and pig housing on one side, and a more traditional, family-oriented farm and old-fashioned barn on the other.

The barn was where the party was taking place.

No one was outside, but they could smell the barbecue smokers right outside the barn doors as they got nearer.

It was a freezing cold day, and Beth could see her breath turn to fog as she was rushed, shivering from the car to inside the barn.

There were dozens of guys inside who smiled and looked at her like she was a sexual piece of meat as she took off her long jacket and stood there wide-eyed in absolute fear at what might happen to her today.

Despite the boys telling her earlier that she wasn’t going to be fucking a horse and no sign of one in the barn, she didn’t trust them.

Around her were two bars, tables, chairs, and three huge TVs, each playing a different sports game.

Beth didn’t recognize anyone there, but many had been at Milton Orchards that night last month, and many more were coming later to see what was going to happen to her.

None of the men touched her or even approached her as she stood there in high heels, fearing the worst.

Instead, Beth was made to stand in front of a massive poster of Main Street Disney, looking at Cinderella's Castle.

The scaling of the poster and Beth’s position, along with some accurate props on either side, made for a very realistic Disney photo opportunity.

All of the men took advantage of getting one.

But instead of the traditional pose, Beth was made to hold a cock in her gloved hand or drop to her knees and put their hard dicks in her mouth.

She prayed that no one would post these pictures online.

Once Eddie and Dean had their photos taken, Jimmy approached Beth for his.

He took one pic standing next to her with his hand on her hip and then a hundred more with Beth posing in all kinds of perverted sexual positions.

Jimmy’s smile of pure joy never faded as he took Beth’s hand and led her to a prepared room in the barn.

The “door” to the room was just a bright pink curtain, and once they passed through, Beth saw an elaborate four-poster princess bed with pink sheer canopies on every corner, which would have been a delight for any young girl.

But there was no joy for Beth.

She only knew that what she was looking at was where she’d be raped repeatedly until who knows when.

He didn’t remove any of Beth’s clothes; he just pulled the top of the corset down to reveal her massive, round breasts.

The material was now bunched under the curves of her tits, lifted them up higher like a shelf bra would and made them look even more spectacular.

Jimmy then had her take off his clothes and kiss and lick his skin as each article was removed.

Beth was on her knees as she unbuckled and pulled his pants down to his ankles, and when Jimmy’s massive and now fully erect 12” cock smacked her in the face.

Jimmy pressed it down on her and rubbed his cockhead into one of Beth’s eyes as he was stepping out of his pants.

“Open up, beautiful and suck on it for a bit before this goes all the way into your sweet ass,” Jimmy commanded her with a smiling face.

That was what unnerved Beth the most, Jimmy’s constant grin.

For the next hour, Jimmy brutally raped Beth as he worked out 30 years of sexual frustration against a Disney princess.

The growing number of men in the other room would sometimes pause after an especially loud scream of absolute anguish from Beth before continuing to eat, drink and watch any of the sports games being played on TVs in the barn.

Jimmy was buttoning his shirt as he walked out, got himself a beer and some chili before saying with a smile that never went away, “You all know your number. Just remember, don’t cause any scars and keep the Princess outfit on her at all times! Don’t worry, all of her holes are accessible! And no marks on her face. She needs to look beautiful until the end!”

At that, the guy who drew ticket #1 started to take off his shirt as he walked towards the room.

“Go get her, Mike!” was yelled along with a few obscenities as the pink curtain closed behind him.

No one had sex with Beth as long as Jimmy did, but there were so many guys present that it was much later in the day before everyone had fucked Beth at least once.

There were no drugs for Beth this time, so she saw every lustful face and heard every vicious, degrading comment that was said to her with crystal clarity.

The 3rd man fucking her was Pops.

He didn’t talk to her; he just had her ride on top of him while he sucked on her breasts like he always liked to do.

The 15th man that was fucking her pussy and chewing on her nipples was John Milton, owner of Milton Orchards, where Beth was forced to fuck a horse that tore up her pussy.

But it wasn’t how he was cruelly twisting her breasts or chewing on her nipples that was causing the tears flowing from Beth’s eyes; it was from the absolute terror as he told her in great detail how much he enjoyed seeing his horse cum inside her.

Beth was terrified because if John were here, then her fucking a horse again was very likely.

The 27th man that fucked her was Mitch, who owned the two dogs that fucked Beth in her living room.

He made Beth get on her hands and knees and flipped her princess skirt and petticoat over her waist to reveal her perfect pear-shaped bottom before he savagely shoved his hard cock all the way into Beth’s ass with one shove.

“I brought Rocky and Bronco with me, you fucking cuntbag! You're going to fuck them both today. Maybe at the same time again, you slut!” he yelled at her before shooting his cum deep in her colon.

The last two to fuck Beth, #37 and #38, were Dean and Eddie.

Dean gave her two of his magic pills, which Beth welcomed at this point, before Eddie fucked her ass while Dean was in her mouth.

Both finished in record time because both were so enthusiastic about what was going to happen next.

They both half-carried Beth to a small bathroom connected to the room they were in, handed her her makeup bag, told her to take a piss and make herself look presentable.

In the past three months, Beth had been repeatedly gangraped, and each time she looked like a beaten mess at the end of it.

Not this time.

This time, her face only needed a minor touch-up with makeup.

Her poor ass, pussy and breasts were all throbbing in agony, but she was used to that by now.

However, her hair was a little messy, but it still retained much of its tight shape.

Her outfit wasn’t ripped off or torn apart.

In fact, as soon as she lifted up and stretched the fabric over her breasts, she looked much like she did when she first left her house.

It was like a strategic gang rape.

Beth was mystified.

She didn’t know that that was what Jimmy had strongly requested from all his guests today, and they all followed his instructions.

No one wanted to ruin the big show for Jimmy.

When Beth walked past the pink curtain and back into the barn, her heart stopped beating as she saw what was waiting for her.

In the center of the room was the same padded stool that was used to hold her in place two times before, while dogs had sex with her.

Behind it was a large, circular metal kennel fence with three or more huge and ferocious dogs running around and barking.

To her right was a full-sized, ornate, and authentic Cinderella carriage that Jimmy had purchased from an online Disney auction years ago to give his grandchildren rides around his home estate, which was several miles away.

Harnessed to the carriage was a beautiful white horse with a flowing mane.

Beth’s knees went weak, and she started to fall after seeing the horse and imagining what she might be made to do with it.

With smiling faces, Dean and Eddie supported her from falling and made her look to her left.

She looked at what she saw with no comprehension of what it might mean.

It was a tan and white pig.

A big tan and white pig.

An ENORMOUS pig!

Big Bill was his name, and he stood 5’ tall at the back, 6’ long, and weighed 940 lb.

But before Beth could even attempt to understand what awaited her, she was whisked over to the stool and bound to it.

Like before, her stomach was lying on a leather pad while her wrists were bound to the bench legs below her.

Had her breasts not been contained in her dress, they would have been hanging down almost to the floor.

Her knees were bound the same way as her wrists, and her princess dress was pulled up so her naked and perfect ass was on full display.

The bound blonde lifted her head, and with her crystal crown glittering in the barn's lights, she saw the first dog of many that she was going to service tonight, tugging wildly against the leash that held him back as he approached her.

This was John Milton’s 110 lb dog, Brutus.

The first dog that Beth had ever been forced to have sex with.

Brutus was brought around her so he could mount her from behind.

Beth craned her head around and screamed when she saw its huge dog cock already bouncing up and down as it neared her.

Beth never stopped screaming as Brutus jumped on top of her and fired his dog cock into her pussy that was still wet and dripping with human semen.

“Nooooo! Stoppppp! Please!!!! Mercy! I beg you! Nooo!!!!!!!!!” Beth screamed over and over as she endured the inhuman attack on her defenseless body.

But no one took any heed of what she was pleading.

They believed what they had been told about her, that Beth was a crazy, kinky slut who got off on brutal sex and fucking animals or that Jimmy was paying her a lot to do what he wanted today.

And after Beth’s body betrayed her and her cries of anguish turned to cries of lust from fucking the first dog, they all had proof that they needed it was true.

After Brutus, there was Rocky.

And then Bronco.

And then King.

By the time King had mounted her, Beth was beginning to feel the full effects of the drugs Dean had given her, and her body started to respond to what it was feeling in a positive way.

King howled as his doggy cum shot inside her, and Beth fucked her ass back at him as best she could the whole time.

Titan was the last dog, and as he was being brought out, a man untied her wrists and knees so Beth could move around if she wanted.

And she did.

Beth moved her body under the dog like she was riding an orgasm the entire time it fucked her.

Because she was.

Unlike John, who wanted to restrict any photographic evidence of what went on at his business during parties like this, Jimmy didn’t care.

In fact, he had two of his guys filming everything they could for him.

When Titan was done and his doggy knot popped free from Beth’s pussy, Beth collapsed on her side in exhaustion, but to the absolute joy of all the guys watching, she kept on rubbing her clit with both hands while moaning in contentment.

She was left alone for a while as her next act was prepared.

“Man, she really does love fucking dogs!” Dean said to Eddie as they picked her up and brought her to the horse and carriage.

“Yeah, I don’t know why you protect her so much. She’s a slut. Just a worthless fucking slut,” Eddie replied.

“I think you’re right,” Dean said. “You still can’t kill her, though.”

Beth was put in the Cinderella carriage, and Dean told her to get out of it slowly and then walk over to the horse and rub its back before dropping to her knees and stroking its cock until it was hard, and then to suck the horse off.

Even though her mind was foggy from the drugs, Beth was still terrified as she remembered the damage done to her body the last time she serviced a horse.

Seeing that she was panicking, Dean added that she only had to suck the horse off and make it cum, and if she did that, she wouldn’t have to fuck it.

That calmed Beth down, and she dropped to her knees and tried to give this white horse the best blowjob of her life.

The guys in the barn all gave out a giant roar of encouragement when they saw Beth’s red lips try to wrap around the huge tip of the horse’s long 23” cock.

There was no way Beth was ever going to get the entire enormous cock head in her mouth, but she opened her mouth as wide as she could and started sucking what she could while furiously stroking the long member back and forth with both her white gloved hands.

Her fingers could only wrap halfway around the girth of the horse’s cock.

Panicking that she was going to fail at her task, Beth started to force her tongue into the hole at the tip of the horse cock like she did when she was giving the boys rim jobs.

The horse liked what he was feeling because he started neighing and moving around as best he could, despite being tied in place like he was.

When Beth’s mouth started filling with a liquid precum, she knew it was possible and redoubled her efforts.

Other than the moans and squishing sounds coming from Beth’s mouth and the heavy breathing of the horse, there was not a sound from any of the men in the barn.

All the men were rapt in their attention to what was going on.

Jimmy’s cock was so stiff from looking at what was happening that he thought it was going to erupt all by itself.

This was what he had wanted to experience for decades.

To see a Disney Princess being humiliated and getting fucked by dogs and sucking off a horse in his barn.

And here it was.

A beautiful and slutty Cinderella was kneeling under a horse and sucking it off like her life depended on it.

Her crown and heels were glittering in the lights, and her huge breasts could be seen, even under her dress, swaying back and forth as she moved.

The curve of her legs and the tightness of her skin were driving him wild as he remembered how good Beth felt in his hands a few hours ago.

He quickly looked at his two employees, whom he trusted to film all this, and saw that they were in perfect positions to capture the ending.

And then his vision focused on the blonde’s dark red lips that were wrapped around the top part of the horse's cock head like they were trying to suck a frozen milkshake through an enormous straw.

Suddenly, the horse’s body shuddered, and Beth had horse cum shooting into her open mouth like it was coming out of a fire hose!

Some went down her throat, some shot out of her nose.

The pressure of the fluid coming out of that horse cock was strong enough to push her backwards with her ass on her heels.

But the horse kept ejaculating.

Another blast literally covered the entirety of Beth's face in white muck.

Horse cum was dripping off her crown

The last blast hit her throat and fell into the cleavage of her breasts.

The barn exploded in noise as all the guys cheered and hollered their excitement at what they were seeing.

The dogs that had been peacefully sleeping all started barking and howling as they sensed the emotion in the room.

Even Beth was elated that she had succeeded and wasn’t going to be made to have sex with that enormous horse penis.



After a few moments' rest, Beth was escorted back to the bathroom and instructed to clean up as best she could and reapply her makeup.

Dean gave her another pill and drank a beer as he watched Beth expertly apply lipstick despite having shaky hands.

“I’m thirsty, Dean,” she asked in a pitiful voice.

“Ok, I think you’ll have something to drink when we go back out,” he replied with a smirk that she didn’t see.

“How much longer?” Beth asked.

“Almost done, I think,” Dean told her.

He held her arm, and when he escorted her out back to the barn, like she was truly a princess. Beth let herself fall into the bliss of the drugs and smiled as she passed through the curtain.

The smile died on her lips as she saw what was in store for her next.

There was another bench, similar to the first one, but larger in size.

On one side was some medical-looking equipment, and on the other side was a camera on a tripod.

The video that Jimmy was going to make today would become one of his prized possessions that he would watch whenever he jerked off up until the day he died.

At the head of the bench was a tall metal structure on wheels, with two extremely thick leather straps hanging down between two massive, tall steel uprights.

Beth couldn’t even guess at what the purpose of that contraption was.

But Jimmy was soon at her side, explaining it all in absolute glee while putting a Bluetooth speaker in her left ear.

“Ok, blondie. Final act,” he said to her as he pulled down the zipper along her back and took off her corset.

Beth’s round breasts caught the attention of most of the men who were looking at what was happening.

They all remembered how soft and yet firm they felt while they were fucking her.

“Uh, yes. But what?” Beth started before Jimmy cut her off by putting a metal container full of pig semen against her mouth and tipping it back.

Beth swallowed the thick, retched fluid as it filled her mouth in horrid globs that she had to chew on before she could swallow it without choking.

When that one was done, Jimmy fed her another and then one more.

His free hand never stopped squeezing her breasts while she drank.

Beth desperately wanted to throw up, but the fear of being punished for doing so was enough to keep it from happening.

“Now pay attention. I’m going to ask you questions, and you’re going to answer them, no matter what’s going on, you got that? You fuck this up and you’re dead. I will chop you up and feed you to my pigs. You'll disappear off the face of the earth with no trace! Got it, you fucking dog fucking Disney slut?” Jimmy screamed at the now terrified woman.

“Yes! Anything. I’ll do what you want! Please don't kill me!” Beth screamed at him.

At that, two other men positioned Beth on the bench so she was lying on her back with her wrists and ankles tied to slender steel chains.

Beth didn’t see the point since the chains were so long that she could have stood up if she wanted to.

“Those chains are just for show, beautiful,” one of the men told her. “But if you move, you’ll probably kill yourself. Trust us on this one.”

Beth didn’t know what he was talking about, but nodded anyway.

The room was spinning, but not enough for Beth.

She wanted to know what was happening, but at the same time, she was thankful that she had no idea.

When she saw the giant pig being moved into position between her legs, she started screaming and wished she were dead.

Suddenly, she heard a loud yell in her left ear, “Don’t move! He’s not going to hurt you if you don’t move. Those straps my guys are putting around his chest will raise him up and keep him from crushing you. See?” Jimmy told her.

Beth’s heart was beating so wildly she thought she was dying, but when she looked down between the cleavage of her breasts, she could see that the monstrous animal was safely an inch above her as they continued to roll him forward.

Only his back legs were touching the floor.

But what she saw next, she had never dreamed in her worst nightmare.

Something monstrous was at the entrance of her vagina.

It was extremely long, twisted and obscene.

“Ok, ok, relax. You’re ok. There you go. Here are some pig facts for you. A pig's penis is corkscrew-shaped at the end. This is to match the female pig’s, or the sow’s, reproductive chamber. He rotates his hips, and it twists and rolls and screws in so it doesn’t fall out easily. Now, Big Bull here, he’s my number 1 breeder. You just drank about six loads of his cum,” Jimmy explained while Beth’s eyes got wider and wider as she began to comprehend what was going on.

“A pig's cock is long. Bill’s here is 31” long. Can you fucking believe that? It’s thin, though. Maybe slightly thicker than a man’s at the base, but like a thick pencil after that, all the way up to the tip. It’s firm, but it’s not too stiff. It’s really bendable. It has to be to match where it needs to go inside the sow,” Jimmy said.

Beth was starting to hyperventilate as she looked up, but could only see the vast pink chest of the 940-pound pig suspended above her.

“Now, here’s what we’re trying to accomplish today. As you know, your uterus is positioned higher than the end of your pussy. Some guys with long dicks like to think they can hit it in a woman during sex, but they’re probably not. Unless their dick is curved like fuck or the uterus is really low, which happens,” Jimmy continued to explain while rubbing his hand against Beth's flat and now sweaty stomach and cupping her breasts repeatedly.

“But here’s the thing! Big Bill’s cock is long enough. It's hard enough. And it is bendable enough to match whatever curves you have in your sweet little vagina and press right into that tiny little dot of a uterine hole you have. And that fucking six-inch corkscrew at the end might just be small enough and hard enough to get his cock all the way into your fucking womb!” Jimmy said with a yell and a laugh.

Beth looked to and fro in hope that someone might rescue her from this madman, but from the looks of sadistic lust on every man’s face, she knew that she was doomed.

“And if we’re lucky, we’re going to fucking see it! To your left is Marcus. He’s a livestock vet here at the farm. He’s going to run an ultrasound the whole time Big Bill is fucking you. It’s a lot bigger and more powerful than at your doctor’s, beautiful. Going to have it playing on all three screens in the barn. Let’s go!” Jimmy yelled as he slapped his hands together and stood back to watch the show.

Marcus kneeled down and rubbed jelly for the ultrasound all over Beth’s stomach.

He also ran his hands up and over her breasts for no other purpose than to get in a few feels for himself.

Big Bill’s cock was placed at the entrance to Beth’s pussy, and the animal was positioned by moving the metal support structure forward while the pig walked on its hind legs.

The rough skin of the pig’s underside felt like sandpaper against Beth’s soft belly and breasts.

Beth’s pussy was so wet and open from all the previous dog fucking that Bill’s curly cock easily slid inside her without any discomfort.

Beth heard Jimmy's voice through the speaker in her ear, “Tell us what you’re feeling.”

Jimmy was doing this with the earpiece because he wanted it to appear as though Beth was genuinely into it on video, not just him telling her what to say.

“It feels weird. Thin, like, Oh my god! I feel something so deep!” Beth yelled.

Jimmy could see what she meant; a good 12” of pig cock was in her pussy now.

He looked at the screen above his head and saw Beth’s uterus and both of her ovaries clearly, but no pig penis yet.

“Something scraping inside me! It feels weird. It’s making me sick! Take it out, please!” Beth cried as the men in the barn saw the corkscrew-shaped end of the pig’s penis come into view on the sonogram screen that was projected to the three giant TV screens in the barn.

The pig cock was pressing against and sliding around the outer lining of the uterus, and every time the tip approached the opening to the short uterine channel to her womb, all the men became silent.

Beth was on the verge of hyperventilating as she looked at the sonogram that Marcus was using.

Seeing the abomination of what she was feeling inside her was taking her drugged mind to the verge of insanity.

Dean looked at Eddie and said, “Ok, this has to be the most fucked up thing so far.”

Eddie just laughed.

Suddenly, the tip of the penis slid over the hole of her cervix and stopped like it was stuck.

Then the pig started grunting above her and rotating his hip, and he tried to corkscrew his cock into the tight opening he was feeling.

Beth stopped breathing, and her mouth went wide in a silent scream.

Pig sweat and traces of jelly were covering Beth’s naked breasts, giving them both a sheen that reflected light like her crown and heels.

“No! It hurts! Stop!” Beth cried in futility as the cock forced her uterus open enough for the tip to pass through.

The very tip of the pig’s cock only had to push 3 inches further up the narrow canal, and the tip would be in her womb!

A few minutes later, the men cheered when they could see the pig’s cock at the very entrance to her womb.

“Big Bill has about eight more inches to work with, men!” Jimmy cried out.

Once the wide corkscrew part of Bill’s penis was entirely in her open womb, there was no pressure remaining to hold back the last 8 inches, and his hind legs were suddenly pressed between Beth’s spread thighs.

Beth now had the entire 31” long pig cock inside her body!

Horror-struck, Beth could feel and, because of the sonogram, see the corkscrew tip of the pig's cock pressing and sliding against the inside walls of her womb.

Suddenly, Big Bill started to pull back, and all the men in the barn started cheering when they saw the corkscrew part almost leave Beth’s uterine chamber before it slammed back into her womb.

And then again!

And then again!

Beth’s eyes were wide.

Her back was arched and lifted off the bench as she screamed, both from the absolute pain and terror at what she was feeling deep inside her body.

Suddenly, the pig’s cock tip jammed itself three inches deep right into the tiny channel where Beth’s left side ovary releases its eggs.

Beth heard Jimmy in her ear, “Make him cum. Stroke his sides. Move your hips. Make him cum and it’s all over!”

Out of only mind-numbing desperation, Beth hugged Big Bill’s massive and sweaty frame above her with her white gloved, covered arms and thigh-high clad legs and heels and started yelling out everything she heard Jimmy telling her to say, “Cum inside me, you fat fucker! Make me cum, fill my womb with pig cum! Fill my womb with pig cum!”

The thick leather straps above Beth’s head, which were holding Big Bill's bone-crushing weight off her, were making straining noises as they rubbed against the pig’s belly, but no one other than Beth heard it.

Big Bill started snorting, and his asshole started to clench, which was a sign that a pig was cumming. But, the men also had visual proof on the TV screens above them as they all saw Big Bill’s pig semen shoot up and completely fill one of Beth’s ovaries before his penis dropped down into Beth’s womb while still spurting his thick spunk into her.

At the same time, all the rocking back and forth that Beth was doing to help make the pig orgasm inside her was sloshing all the pig semen around in her stomach that she had swallowed before.

Suddenly overcome with nausea, Beth moved her head to the side and vomited out all of Big Bill’s cum that she had been forced to drink.

Everyone there knew it was physically impossible, but it looked like Big Bill had filled her pussy with so much cum that it overflowed out of her mouth.

It was like a real-life hentai movie was happening right before them.

The guys in the barn went absolutely wild at what they were witnessing.

It was several minutes later before Bill was finished cumming inside her and was pulled away from Beth, who by then had lost consciousness and didn’t respond at all to the massive pain from the 31” long pig penis caused by it while it was rapidly pulled out of her body.

Sunday, Blackmail Day 92

Beth woke up in the back of Dean’s car.

She was still wearing her Princess skirt and even the crown, but was naked from the waist up.

She had no idea what time it was or even what day it was.

Unfortunately for her, she remembered the previous day’s atrocities very clearly.

Beth did wake up a few hours after a pig had raped her to find herself face down and ass up while being gang-raped on the princess bed.

The remaining party guests were so sexually worked up after seeing Beth have sex with all those animals that another queue formed to have sex with her that lasted until morning.

None of the guys would even touch her mouth or pussy, though.

All remaining thirty men were only interested in fucking Beth’s perfect and pear-shaped ass.

Jimmy was the last one to have her, and thankfully, Beth was too tired to notice her anal blood covering all of his 12” cock after he pulled it from her asshole.

Beth noticed the blood on her thighs now, and on the blanket she was sitting on in the backseat, though.

“Oh my god! What? I’m bleeding,” Beth cried out to no one.

“About time you woke up. It’s 3:00 Sunday. Yeah, your ass ripped a little. I mean, your ass did just pull a train that was 30 guys long. Don’t worry, though. Marcus took a look and said You’ll be fine. He’s just a vet, though, but he does know a lot about pigs’ assholes, and you’re a fucking pig, so I believe him,” Dean said, finishing with a laugh.

“Dean…I hurt everywhere…please. I don’t know…” Beth said as she started to cry.

Suddenly, both her nipples started throbbing in so much pain that Beth feared that they were cut off.

With trembling hands, she cupped both of her breasts and gently ran her fingers up to touch the very tips.

“What? What am I feeling?” she said as she looked down and saw that her nipples were an extremely bright shade of red.

With a pitiful voice, Beth pleaded, “Dean. Please. I can’t…Why, so red…I…My breasts.. hurt so much….”

Dean reached back and handed her two pills. “Yeah, it got pretty wild there for a while. Jimmy found an old cow milking machine in the barn and hooked it up. You were the fucking cow. Remember now? Obviously, no milk, but those suction tubes did a number on your tits. Nipples were like 3 inches long! Eddie wanted to cut them off, of course. The sick fuck. Take those pills for the pain. There’s a water bottle back there on the seat.” Dean told her.

Beth found the water, took the pills and prayed it would make her feel better.

She fell asleep for the rest of the ride home.

When she woke up, she was naked with her head resting on pillows on her bed.

Dean was looking down at her as he took off his shirt and unbuckled his pants.

“Fuck, you still look good despite all the crazy shit that you did. That glitter stuff all over your skin is sexy as hell. I don’t want to get my dick all bloody, so I’m not fucking your ass. The thought of sticking my dick in a pussy full of pig and dog cum is too gross. I could definitely grab those red nips and fuck those fat tits of yours all day, but they might start bleeding or something. No, I think I really want a nice, slow and blow job,” Dean said as he got into bed, straddled her breasts and put his dick in her mouth.

Beth was too tired even to lift her hands to help get him off, so she just concentrated on sucking him off the best she could and prayed he’d be quick.

Unfortunately for her, Dean was in no hurry, and it was almost thirty minutes before he grabbed the headboard and rammed himself into her throat and flooded her mouth with his cum.

“Ok, Fuck-Toy. Get some sleep. Eddie might stop by for a blowjob tomorrow, and I’ll be here after I get out of work. I’ll tell Eddie not to fuck your ass. What do you say to that?” Dean asked her.

“Thank….thank you, Dean,” Beth replied while wiping traces of her spittle and Dean’s cum from her lips.

To herself, she also thanked the drugs that were keeping her from losing her sanity as her mind replayed memories of her getting fucked by multiple dogs and a giant hog.

Meanwhile, at the same time that Beth was sucking Dean off, Emily was doing the same to Mr. Adams.

Except that Emily was on top of Bradley in the 69 position and moaning loudly as he licked her to orgasm multiple times before shooting his own cum deep down the little blonde teen’s throat.

“Did I make you happy, Daddy?” Emily asked Bradley as she curled her naked body under his arm at his side.

“Yes, baby. You always do. I love you so much,” he replied as he hugged her.

Hearing him say that he loved her made Emily feel more exhilarated than any sexual orgasm ever could.

“I was thinking, I have to go to the Caribbean in a few weeks for work. I’ve been there a few times. It’s a lot of fun. I think I can time it so it’s during your school’s Christmas vacation. Do you want to come with me? Obviously, we’ll have to tell your mom that I’m taking Hunter, but I’m not. Interested?” Bradley asked her.

“Oh, yes! What is there to do there?” Emily asked with her eyes wide with excitement.

Bradley was aware of dozens of resorts, clubs, bars, and other adult entertainment venues that would let Emily in and serve her drinks, despite her age.

“Beautiful beaches and jungles. We can go parasailing, rent a small yacht for ourselves and explore the coasts. Want to ride horses on the beach? Anything that looks like fun and you want to do,” he told her while thinking that he’d be able to keep her in a string bikini and fuck her silly for most of the time they were there.

Emily saw Bradley’s cock start to harden as he was talking and thinking about all the places he wanted to fuck her, and said, “Hmmmm, this looks like fun right now. Can I do this?” as she straddled his thighs and stroked his cock between her legs.

Bradley’s hands cupped both her perfectly round and very firm breasts in his hands and squeezed them both while she lifted herself up and engulfed his cock with her tight, wet pussy.

Feeling her diamond-hard, tiny nipples pressing into his palm always drove him wild.

With both hands, he tightly gripped them both between his thumb and index finger and used them to pull her face down to his and kissed her passionately on the mouth.

Never letting go, he pushed them both into her breasts as he pushed her back into a sitting position with his cock buried into her pussy.

Bradley never let go of her nipples.

With a deliberate wish to hurt her, he squeezed them both as hard as he could at the same time while watching the blond teen’s face go from one of pleasure to pain.

Emily cried out but never stopped bouncing up and down on top of his dick.

She was used to Bradley occasionally hurting her while they were having sex.

After he had told her that he did it whenever he was so overcome with the feeling of passion towards her, so the naive little blonde felt nothing but increased pleasure despite the pain from all the slaps, bites and titty twisting that Bradley increasingly did to her breasts.

“Baby,” Bradley said, which just melted her heart every time, “I need your ass. I need to be inside you’re burning hot little asshole. Put it in for me, baby. Reach behind you, stick the head in your hole and then slide your beautiful body down all the way.”

Despite knowing how much it would hurt her, Emily did it without hesitation.

Emily always did whatever Bradley asked her to do.

Anal sex always hurt, but she never complained, no matter how often he wanted to do it to her.

Deep throat, despite how often it made her cough and choke and even one time made her throw up.

Dress up like a cheerleader, a Girl Scout, a schoolgirl, or wear clothes two sizes too small.

He could choke her and slap her face, ass or breasts, and the devoted blonde teen just thought it was Bradley showing her how much he loved her.



And now he was chewing on her nipples so hard it felt like they were on fire while his 8” cock was buried all the way in her ass.

Tears of pain were flowing from Emily’s eyes as she felt like she was going to burst from the inside out.

Bradley, though, was in absolute heaven.

Fucking any woman as insanely hot as Emily was would be a triumph normally, but the fact that Emily was just a teenage girl was an additional absolute turn-on.

Every time Bradly orgasmed inside the little teen, he was beyond exhilarated.

Every time, he felt like he had just won the lottery.

His only regret after fucking her like he had been for the past two months was that he couldn’t do it every day.

Multiple times a day.

Bradley wanted to be inside Emily’s body constantly, like she was his cocksleeve that he could wear forever.

Unfortunately, he had to take her home in an hour, but he kept her naked and on top of him for that whole time.

Monday, Blackmail Day 93

It was 6:00 p.m. when Dean arrived at Beth’s house.

He stood in the driveway and cautiously looked at the house.

There were no lights on.

This was a first; she had always kept the lights on at night.

Eddie had texted him that when he was here a few hours ago, Beth was passed out and naked in bed, surrounded by food, wrappers and a few juice bottles.

Eddie said she didn’t move when he fucked her, but he thought it was funny and just left her there.

“Oh shit. She better not be fucking dead. Not with our DNA inside her. Fuck!” Dean said as he walked slowly into the house.

“Maybe her husband is home early?” he thought as he grabbed a shopping bag out of his car that was full of cleaning supplies that he was bringing to his mom tomorrow. “I’ll just say I’m delivering this, if he is. That the door was open and I was worried or some such shit.”

The door was unlocked, and Dean went in.

“Mrs Stone!” Dean called out while laughing in his head at how difficult it was not to call her Fuck-toy.

He shut the door and turned on the hall light before going upstairs.

Sure enough, Beth was lying naked and on her side with an empty bag of Doritos under her leg.

Dean was fairly certain that she was breathing, but he checked her pulse to confirm.

“Yeah, bitch is still alive at least. And eating like crazy based on the shit on the bed,” he said out loud.

“Fuck-toy, wake up,” he said while shaking her by the shoulder.

Eventually, Dean got her into a sitting position and had her talking enough to figure out that she had taken enough of her pre***********ions to keep her from remembering fucking that pig.

He went downstairs, got two bottles of water and made her drink them both before walking her into the bathroom and sitting her on the toilet, where she instinctively took a piss.

Dean pulled the bedspread and food wrappers to the bottom of the bed and lay down naked next to Beth, where he let his hands roam all over her body while his cock got hard.

Dean looked at her nipples getting hard as his fingers gently grazed over them.

Then he took notice of how soft and smooth the skin on her stomach was.

His index finger slid back up her belly and stopped just below her ribcage, pressed in and rubbed above the spot where he guessed the pig cock was the deepest inside her.

“That was fucking unreal,” he whispered to himself.

That whole day was unreal.

The dogs, the horse, the pig.

Unfuckingreal!

And she got off so easily getting fucked by dogs.

Dean’s fingers slid back down and stroked her dog paw tattoos leading to her pussy slit.

Her skin was so smooth!

That alone was like an aphrodisiac to him.

He was so proud of himself for convincing her to undergo laser hair removal and then subjecting her to constant body waxing.

Fucking genius!

He started to rub her slit and then focused on her clit.

Beth’s legs spread by themselves, so he knew that somewhere in that medicated brain, she was aware enough of what was happening to her.

As he tapped his index finger on her clit and looked at her beautiful face that was half covered by her long blonde hair, Dean’s mind was suddenly full of more ideas to sexually torment her with.

He then fucked Beth in the pussy while constantly sucking on her tits before falling asleep on top of her.

Tuesday, Blackmail Day 94

When Beth woke up, her eyes went wide as she realized something was in her mouth.

She quickly realized it was Dean.

Or rather Dean’s hard cock.

They were in her bed, and he had both his hands gripping her blonde hair and holding her head in place while he savagely thrust his hips up and kept driving his cock into her throat.

Beth didn’t resist.

She only shifted her body to give him easier and deeper access in hopes of getting him off faster.

A few minutes later, she heard Dean groan and then felt her mouth fill with his warm cum.

Beth swallowed everything she gave him and licked any cum that escaped from his balls.

“I have the whole day off, Fuck-toy. Eddie will be here in about an hour. You better shower and make yourself look good before he gets here,” Dean said and slapped Beth on her ass as he got off the bed.

“Yes, Dean,” Beth said as she was trained.

Within an hour, Beth was showered and dressed in a sheer pink lace teddy, a pink headband, and pink high heels.

She was eating breakfast and drinking coffee with Dean when Eddie arrived.

Eddie sat at the table and talked with Dean, while Beth was on her knees between his legs and giving him a blowjob.

“Yeah, good suckjob you fucking piece of shit. Can’t wait to have fun with you today,” Eddie said as he pulled Beth off his dick.

Beth’s heart started beating faster as she feared what Eddie meant by “fun”.

Beth’s cell phone rang.

It was her husband, Chris.

She looked at Dean for approval to take the call, and Dean nodded “yes”.

“Hello, Honey!” Beth said.

“Yes, I know. I missed your last few calls. My phone has been acting up. Patrick is fine. He’s still at my Mom’s. They are painting the kitchen this week. How has the weather been?” Beth said.

At this point, Dean had pushed her face down on the kitchen table, cut the sheer teddy off her body with a steak knife and was massaging her ass cheeks.

“I know, we’ll have him paint a few rooms here next. How’s the food?” Beth asked.

While she listened to Chris’ reply and then the details of some of his activities, Dean started rubbing butter into her asshole.

Beth knew that Dean was going to fuck her up the ass while she was talking to her husband, so she tried her best to end the conversation as fast as she could, but they hadn’t talked in a few days, and Chris had a lot to tell her.

Although the butter helped a great deal, her ass was still extremely sore from all the brutal fucking it had endured a few days ago, so when Dean initially slid his cock into her, Beth’s head flew back as she struggled to keep herself from crying out as he sawed himself into her.

Just as she was getting accustomed to the pain Dean was causing, Eddie reached over and dug his hands into her tit-flesh and used them to walk her over to the couch slowly.

Dean’s cock made a slurping noise as it fell out of her ass, but he followed them both to the other room.

Eddie sat on the couch, and he had Beth straddle his waist and put his hard 9” cock in her pussy.

“Ohh!” Beth exclaimed as his cock completely filled her. “Oops! Nothing! I almost dropped my coffee. Yes, it’s that brand you sent me. It’s terrific!”

Eddie used his hold on her nipples to make her lift herself up and down on his cock then he punched her in the stomach.

“Ughooof! Your truck? I’mmm sorry. What? The connection started to drop,” Beth said to Chris with clenched teeth as Eddie started to cruelly squeeze her breasts as hard as he could to distract her while Dean got into position behind her.

“Yes. Definitely. I will do that TODAY!!!!” Beth cried out after Dean shoved his cock balls deep in her ass with one mighty shove.

“No. Sorry again. I’m in the garage and stepped on a rock or something. No. I’m fine. What were you saying?” Beth said.

At this point, both boys were double fucking Beth as roughly as they could while trying to inflict the most amount of pain to make her cry out while talking to her husband.

But try as they might, Beth had endured much worse treatment than this over the past three months and managed to complete the call, clearly say I love you and goodbye before either boy came close to cumming inside her.

Dean was laughing, “Damn, that was fun. I thought for sure we’d get you to fuck that call up more than that.”

“I should have bit one of these fucking things off her,” Eddie said while pulling one of her nipples up to her lips.

Beth was curious why neither boy finished themselves inside her, but then was more concerned when Eddie picked up the bag he had brought with him, grabbed her long blonde hair and used it to walk her naked downstairs to her gym.

Her eyes went wide with each step as her mind and body remembered the brutal physical punishment that Eddie put her through the last time she was down there with him.

With rising horror, Beth looked at the adjustable bench that Eddie had made her sit on while he hit her breasts like two punching bags.

Only stopping to crank the room’s heat up to maximum, he had her straddle that bench again and put her forearms against the pads of the butterfly arms.

While he was securing her arms in place with four long straps of velcro, Dean walked down the stairs with a 7-foot-long piece of plywood with a large oval cutout towards one end.

Dean leaned the wood against the wall and watched what Eddie was doing.

“I love watching this slut work out in high heels. It’s hot as fuck,” Dean said as he walked over and knelt down next to Beth and ran his hands over the skin of her thighs.

Beth looked back and forth at both boys, guessing that things were going to get a lot worse for her.

And she was right.

Eddie took two slender chains out of his bag and held them up for Beth to see.

At the end of both chains were alligator clips.

He tied one chain to each butterfly arm and held the clips in his hands.

“Put your arms together,” Eddie told her.

Beth started crying when she realized what he was going to do and pleaded, “No, Eddie, please don’t do this….I’m still sore from…”

“DO IT!” Eddie yelled into her face.

The weight was not too heavy, and Beth was able to put her arms together quickly.

That was when Eddie clipped each to her nipples and a few inches of tit-flesh on either side as well.

“Arrrghhhh!” Beth cried out and allowed the bars to spread out enough that each chain went taut and started to pull her 32 EE size breasts out and away from each other.

Feeling the sudden pain from the teeth digging into her breasts, Beth quickly brought the butterfly bars back close to each other.

Dean was laughing as he watched all that from up close, where he was kneeling.

His fingers traced down the undercurve of one of her big, round globes and over her now flexed muscles at the top of her stomach and then slowly down each rib before sliding back up under her arm.

He just let his hand wander all over her body, enjoying how this exercise was making her skin smooth and her muscles tight.

Dean’s other hand was running through her long blonde hair like it was a comb.

Beth’s hair had grown a few inches since this whole blackmail thing started and was now almost to the top of her ass.

Dean lifted some to his face and was intoxicated by the scent of her perfume, which he had loved from the moment they first met.

Although the weight that was trying to spread her arms out wide wasn’t very heavy, it also wasn’t very light, and within a few minutes, Beth’s naked body was covered in sweat from trying to stay in position.

Dean’s mouth took the place of his hand, and his lips and tongue were licking and sucking the sweat off her cheeks and neck.

If Beth wasn’t so stressed out and terrified about what those alligator clips would do to her breasts if she couldn’t keep the bars close together, what Dean was doing would have had her body going crazy from being tickled.

After applying the clips, Eddie started throwing all the totes and tubs off the top of a large and very sturdy industrial-style metal shelf, where Chris kept most of his tools.

Then Dean joined him and helped to drag the shelf so that one end was pointing into the middle of the room.

Eddie then rolled some 50 lb free weights to that side of the room.

“That should work,” Eddie said with a laugh and walked back to Beth, who was struggling to keep her arms together.

They had moved far apart by now so that there was barely any slack and would soon begin to pull her breasts in opposite directions.

Sweat was running down Beth’s face, and drops were falling off her small nose.

“How’s it going, Fuck-Toy? What should Eddie and I bet on? Time when your muscles can’t do it any longer, or whether or not one of your nipples will be ripped off? Or both?” Dean asked.

“Dean, please! No more! I can’t hold it too much longer!!!!” Beth screamed, and the chains tightened and began to pull.

“Yeah, no shit, you stupid cunt,” Eddie replied.

Desperately, Beth said, “Brody! Brody loves sucking on my tits! If you rip off my nipples, he’ll be mad! Don’t do this! Please!!!”

“Oh, fuck! Nice try. But I don’t think it will really rip them off. Gonna hurt like fucking hell though,” Dean said with a laugh.

“What if I punch her in the face right now? Right between the eyes?” Eddie asked.

At this point, it was a grotesque sight.

Her arms were apart enough so that both her breasts were spread out as far as they could go, and her nipples looked like they were made of stretched caramel candy.

“Aaaaaarrrrrrrgggghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Beth screamed as she made the supreme effort to keep her arms together.

And failed.

One alligator clamp left a trail of blood as it dug through her tit and came loose with a “snap!”.

The other one stayed in place, but the chain broke.

“Oh my god!” Beth exclaimed, and the two young men burst into laughter.

Beth was drenched in sweat and almost hyperventilating as she was trying desperately to look down at her tortured breasts, but the straps holding her arms to the bars didn’t allow her to see them properly.

“That was pretty funny. Now let's do the same with her clit. Time for some tricep extensions, Fuck-Toy!” Dean said.

While Beth was futilely pleading with them not to do anything else and offering to do sexual things instead, Dean and Eddie kept her where she was sitting and tied both of her hands to the lateral bar over her head.

Then Eddie wrapped the unbroken chain around the bar while Dean held the clip.

They attached a lightweight and had Beth lower the bar to her waist.

The Dean knelt down and started to rub Beth’s pussy before focusing on her clit.

“Fucking slut is wet!” Dean said.

Beth knew that she wasn’t wet at all.

What he was feeling was sweat.

The leather bench she was sitting on was drenched, and her legs were soaked with it.

“Noooooo!” Beth screamed when Dean clamped the clip on her clit.

Beth only had 3 inches of chain before it got taut.

Her head was reeling, her pussy and breasts were on fire, it was 95 degrees in her small gym, and her two abusers were standing naked in front of her and stroking their erections as they enjoyed her torment.

It didn’t take long before the muscles in her arms started to burn, and she felt the chain begin to tighten.

Soon, she felt the clamp lift her crushed clit.

Beth started to stand up to relieve the pressure.

Dean was so entranced by seeing every one of her leg muscles looking solid as steel while she struggled to keep her balance in her high heels that he didn’t realize that she was cheating and taking pressure off her clit.

Eddie did, though, and he grabbed a leather jump rope off the floor and whipped it across Beth’s sweaty back while yelling, “No standing, CUNT!”

The sudden exploding pain on her back caused Beth to sit back down, but at the same time, she lost all strength in her arms, so the clip dragged itself across her clit before pulling free and was dangling between her breasts while Beth hung by her hands and cried.

Her head was tilted back, and her blonde hair was curled around her round, sweat-covered ass.

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. You have a magic fucking cunt. No blood. I’m hot and thirsty. Anybody want anything?” Dean asked with a smirk.

“Water, please. I need water.” Beth asked.

“Maybe,” Dean said.

When Dean got back, Eddie had freed her hands from the gym.

Blood was still dripping from her left nipple, so Dean cupped that breast from the bottom, lifted it up to his mouth and sucked it clean.

“You really think this is going to work, you sick fuck?” Dean asked Eddie as they both put on their underwear.

“I think so. The tricky part is going to be getting her to lie down without falling off, but we’ve got two ladders to work with,” Eddie explained.

Poor Beth had no idea what they were talking about and just watched as they helped each other lift and then stack a few 50-pound weights at the end of the plywood that was placed on top of the shelf with the oval hole hanging over the end.

“Were they going to play basketball?” Beth wondered.

“Ok bitch. Climb up that ladder and lie on the board with your tits through the hole,” Eddie told her.

Climbing a ladder with heels was difficult, but both boys had firm grips on her body as they manhandled her into the position that they wanted her in.

Once Beth was face down with her tits hanging down through the hole, and Eddie was satisfied that the board was weighted enough not to move in the slightest, Dean tied Beth’s hands behind her back while Eddie wrapped straps around her neck, back and waist.

When Beth couldn’t move an inch in any direction, both young men stepped back and admired their hard work.

Beth’s upper torso was suspended 7 feet above the floor with both of her magnificent 32 EE breasts hanging down at the perfect height to be punched.

When each boy started to caress one of her hanging boobs, Beth started to guess what was going to happen.

In a panic, she started thrashing and screaming to be let go, but the boys only laughed.

“She finally figured it out,” Dean said, laughing.

“Yeah. It was good the last time I speed-bagged her tits, but the angle wasn’t very good, and I was on my knees and had no leverage. This time is going to be awesome!” Eddie exclaimed.

**Boom!**

Beth screamed!

Eddie hit her right breast with a high roundhouse punch.

**Boom!**

Beth screamed, cried, and begged for him to stop!

Again.

And then multiple more times.

Eddie then put both his hands and elbows up and made a tight fist.

He started hitting her left breast with the side of his fist with a downward motion with each arm as he struck Beth.

He took his time and found his rhythm.

Then he switched arms, and the first punch made Beth feel like her breast had exploded.

After a while, he started hitting the same breast with the side of each of his fists until he started making an X motion.

Then he began moving both fists in a figure-eight motion until his hands were a blur of motion.

Finally, Eddie was exhausted and stopped.

Dean asked her, “Holy shit! You awake up there, Fuck-Toy?”

“Help me, please, no more…please…mercy…” Beth pleaded.

“Nope! Round 2, cunt!” Eddie said as he repeated the same brutal beating on her other breast.

By the time Eddie was done with the bound blonde’s left breast, both his fists were covered with blood that was dripping from her nipple due to the tear from the alligator clip removal.

Both of Beth’s round and hanging breasts were extremely red, swollen and already starting to be bruised.

“You’re turn,” Eddie told Dean.

“Shit! Her tits are swollen! Getting bigger. I like it,” Dean said with a smile.

Dean wasn’t a boxer, but he copied what he saw Eddie do, and pretty soon both his hands were covered in her tit-blood too.

He didn’t stop until his arms were tired.

“Fuck! Let's get something to eat. She should be fine,” Dean said, and they both went up to the kitchen to make lunch while leaving an almost comatose Beth tied with her tits hanging out below her.

When the boys returned, the room was sweltering hot, and sweat was literally dripping off the tips of both of Beth’s abused nipples, forming a circle of wetness on the floor below her.

They both had another round of using both her hanging tits like speedbags before Dean picked up the remaining two alligator clips and attached them both to her nipples like before.

Then he tied a 1/2-pound free weight to the end of each chain.

Each metal donut spun slowly as gravity caused each nipple to obscenely stretch out, as the clip did its best to remain tightly clamped on Beth’s flesh.

“I’ll take one. You take the other and let’s bang them against each other,” Dean told Eddie.

“Clang!”

“Clang!”

“Tink!”

“Clang!”

Just before they hit a fifth time, the clip on her bleeding nipple slid off her and dropped to the floor with a thud.

“I’m dying! Please! It hurts so bad! I’ll do anything you want! Anything! Drink your piss! Eat your shit! Anything! Please, let me down! Mercy!” Beth screamed and pleaded.

“Remember when she didn’t want to eat our shit? Now she throws it out there like it’s nothing. Like a blowjob or something,” Dean said with a smirk as he removed the other clip from her breast.

“I do have to take a shit. So we’ll see,” Eddie said with a laugh.

Getting Beth down from her perch was harder than getting her up there.

The boys were exhausted, and Beth was drenched in sweat, making it hard to hold onto her, no matter how tightly they gripped.

And they gripped hard.

Once Beth was down, they finally gave her a bottle of water, helped her up the stairs, and let her lie on the cool kitchen floor until she came around. Meanwhile, they removed the weights and plywood from the top of the shelf and restored the room to its original state.

They both agreed that it was a lot of work, but the results were fantastic.

“Ok, I’m going to get some steaks for dinner tonight. Be back in an hour. Do not kill her while I’m gone,” Dean told him.

“You fucking ruin everything,” Eddie replied with a smile.

When he got back, Eddie was naked in the TV room, watching a movie.

“Where’s the slut?” Dean asked him.

“I just finished with her. Been banging her since you’ve been gone. Left her in the shower to wash herself clean for you. Dude, I took a shit on her head and had her put her nipples in my asshole and then suck on them until I was clean. I think we’re running out of things to do to her,” Eddie said.

“Not me,” Dean said as he went up to Beth’s bedroom with a bag of vegetables to fuck her as brutally with them as he could before he fucked her himself every way he could think of.

Later, Beth was naked except for high heels while she was making both herself and her blackmailing rapists a steak dinner.

All the poor blonde could think about was how easy it would be for her to drug any of the food that she was making for them right now.

If only Brody were also here, she could do it and end her torment.

But instead, she had to slave over them and do whatever they asked of her.

It was only 50 degrees outside, but there she was, naked and shivering in heels while grilling steak and vegetables.

Vegtables that she had been made to fuck herself with just a few hours ago.

Dean had her cut his steak and feed him several times while Eddie used her tits to scoop up mashed potatoes and put them in his mouth.

Both boys were getting drunk on wine, and they soon had Beth on her hands and knees on top of the dinner table while fucking herself in her pussy with the first empty bottle.

It was then that Dean put two of his latest pills into Beth’s mouth and watched her quickly become as fucked up as he and Eddie were.

The night ended in bed, where the two boys brutally fucked the blackmailed blonde until all three passed out until morning.

Wednesday, Blackmail Day 95

Beth woke up in the morning to the sight of Dean’s face over hers as he was on top of her and grunting as he was getting ready to climax inside her pussy.

Over his shoulder, she could see Eddie getting dressed for work.

“Good morning, Fuck-Toy. Brody has you today. Probably in a few hours,” Dean said as he was digging his fingers into her left breast before twisting his hand around in different directions while squeezing it as hard as he could.

Dean never stopped twisting his hand as he kissed her lips and licked the tears running from her eyes off her face, “I love these fucking tits. But I want them bigger. For my Christmas present, I want you to get a breast enlargement. What are you now, a double E? I want you to bump up to a double H.”

Through gritted teeth, Beth replied, “Yes, Dean.”

“Prostitutes with huge tits make the most money, and since your husband is too fucking stupid to notice any of the shit we’ve put you through, you’re going to start making us a shit-ton of cash,” Eddie exclaimed from the other side of the bedroom.

“Porn movies, too. Jimmy says the videos he took of you blowing that horse, fucking those dogs and the pig sell like fucking gold on the Dark Web,” Dean said while sucking on her nipples.

“We got bored with Patrick fucking you. That’s why we set you two up like that. But I was thinking. You’re going to fuck him again. You’re going to drug him,” Dean said and stopped with a grunt as he felt himself getting close to cumming, “You’re going to rape your own son! In his own bed. Tell him you can’t stop thinking about him. Tell him that he makes you cum better than his dad!”

Crying now for a different reason besides the pain from her tortured breasts, Beth just repeated, “Yes, Dean,” before his lips smashed down over hers, and she felt his sperm shooting out of his cock and depositing itself deep in her pussy.

“You need your tattoos updated as well. I wonder what symbol we can use for that pig you fucked. A curly tail, maybe? Yes! Two horseshoes and, what, five more dog paws? Ok, see you later today after I get home from work,” Dean said while sucking on her bottom lip.

As he rolled off her, Eddie walked to the side of the bed and told her, “Now suck me off, you stupid cunt,”

Beth scooted over on her side as she forced Eddie’s entire 9” cock into her mouth and throat.

She had been blowing these three boys for months.

Beth knew what her punishment would be if she didn’t deep throat them the entire time or if she dared to use her hands other than to massage their balls or squeeze their ass in encouragement to fuck her mouth harder.

Eddie’s hands were in her long blonde hair as he used his grip to move her head the way he liked.

Just before he shot his cum in her mouth, both his hands reached down and mangled her breasts between his fingers.

When she had swallowed everything and made sure his dick was clean using her mouth, Eddie left without saying a word to her.

Beth stayed naked in bed, staring at the ceiling.

Implants?

Double H-cup?

Prostitution?

Porn movies?

Raping her son?

More tattoos?

Things were coming down to the wire.

Brody would be back today.

She prayed that they would all be here tonight.

They all like whiskey.

She had bought several very expensive bottles and hoped to use it to entice them all to drink it as a toast.

Beth wasn’t sure whether to pre-roofie the bottle or dose it by the shot glass.

Separately, the past month, she had become their obedient bartendress in hopes of being allowed to serve them roofied drinks all at the same time.

She felt that she had gained some trust with that, and had high hopes when they were all together like tonight.

Her thoughts were broken by the feeling of Dean’s cum dripping out of her slit and covering her asshole.

A month ago, it would have broken her and sent her into tears.

Now she was just dead inside and only worried about it possibly getting on the comforter and sheets.

Beth got a text from Brody at 11:00 AM that read, “30 minutes, mommy”.

With a groan, she got dressed in her most traditional-looking dress that a mother would wear and covered her hair with a large, flower-patterned scarf.

After ensuring the nanny cam was on and pointed at her bed, Beth forced herself to smile when she greeted Brody at the front door and immediately took the bag he handed her up to her bedroom bathroom, where she put on the contents.

It was a fake pregnancy belly made out of silicone.

After she put it on, she looked as if she were 9 months pregnant.

With a heavy sigh, Beth walked into her bedroom and saw on the bed two baby bottles that she knew from before were filled with real mother’s milk.

Brody was naked and holding two adult diapers that he expected her to put on him sometime today.

But right now, Brody dropped to his knees, put his head against her fake belly and had Beth humming nursery rhymes while he was running his hands over Beth’s fake pregnancy belly.

Later, he had Beth wear an old-fashioned dress and lie in bed on her back with her legs spread wide while he pressed his face into her pussy and imagined himself being born.

Brody didn’t have sex with Beth today.

Instead, he urinated into two diapers and had a bowel movement while Beth was bottle feeding him,

Totally satisfied, Brody started getting dressed and prepared to leave.

In a panic, Beth asked, “Why are you leaving? Aren’t you going to stay the night? There’s plenty of food and drink. I thought I could entertain all three of you tonight?”

“That’s Friday night,” was Brody’s only reply.

Beth’s heart was racing in her chest.

That only leaves two nights for my plan to work!

Only two chances!

Both Dean and Eddie arrived later that day, after they got out of work, and the night was essentially a repeat of the previous night.

Beth made them both dinner while she was naked, and then both boys beat and fucked her throughout the night.



Thursday, Blackmail Day 96

Beth was alone, face down on her bed and sobbing into her pillow.

Eddie had just brutally fisted her ass after fucking and cumming inside it earlier in the morning.

When he pulled his hand out, there were streaks of her blood, shit and his cum on his fingers that Eddie made her lick clean.

Dean had done the same to her pussy just a short time earlier.

Before he left, Dean gave her a pair of fake eyeglasses and instructed her to dress in heels, a long, flowy navy skirt, and a white button-down shirt that was so sheer, except for the seams, that it was almost see-through, with no bra or panties. She was to come to his work at noon.

Despite taking pre***********ion pain meds, Beth’s private areas were pulsing in pain even hours after the boys left her.

As she pulled into the supermarket parking lot, her anxiety was rapidly rising as she realized that she had to go into the store dressed as she was.

Her braless breasts had been bouncing up and down after her car hit every bump on the road, and the friction on her nipples against the sheer fabric of her shirt had made them both as hard as pencil erasers.

Beth was thankful that Matt was at school, along with anyone Patrick might know who worked there and wouldn’t see whatever humiliation Dean had planned for her.

She took hold of the clipboard Dean had given her and walked through the front door.

Dean and Bob had told everyone that Beth was a Health Inspector and would be touring the building.

But to a *********** few who would be getting Beth’s special attention, they were given some hint about what to expect.

Every male employee and customer (and some women) couldn’t take their eyes off Beth’s beautiful body.

Her clothing was both hot and frustrating at the same time.

The skirt covered the curves of her legs and ass, but was tight enough to show that something spectacular was underneath.

And in a certain light, her shirt looked unrevealing, but in another light, her entire areola and all the curves of her breasts were clearly visible.

Dean and his manager, Bob, met her at the front door of the store.

Bob was practically raping her with his eyes, and her memories of her times with him left no doubt in Beth’s mind that his 10” penis was hard and would be inside her today.

There was a checklist of tasks that Beth had to do in her guise as a Health Inspector.

First, she was to check the freshness of the vegetables with Frank, the Produce manager.

Frank was 42, married and couldn’t take his eyes off her as Beth leaned over and gave him a fantastic look at her ass while she picked up cucumbers of various sizes.

Following the written instructions, Beth picked up a thick and very long cucumber and told Frank that she needed to test this one in his office.

Confused but encouraged by a nod from Bob, Frank led Beth alone to his small, cramped office in the back of the store, where Beth locked the door and took off her shirt after telling Frank to sit in his chair.

Beth sat on his desk in front of him, spread her legs out, hiked her skirt up to reveal her bare pussy and started to rub the cucumber up and down her wet slit.

Frank’s eyes were wide, his heart was beating fast, and his hands were literally trembling as he reached out and squeezed Beth’s breasts.

His hands looked like a child's as his fingers sank into her massive tit flesh.

“I have to make sure this cucumber is fresh. It should go almost all the way into my pussy without breaking. You do it, Frank. Try to make it break inside me,” Beth said word for word off her clipboard.

Bob and Dean had told Frank to expect something wild to happen today, but this wasn’t even close to anything he had imagined.

Despite Frank being married, his boss knew that he liked to enjoy himself at strip clubs and if a blowjob opportunity happened, he never said no.

Whatever his wife didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her was Frank’s motto.

Beth was the most beautiful woman he had ever touched, and now she was asking him to fuck her with a cucumber.

Fucking wild is right!

Frank's hands were still shaking as he grasped the half of the cucumber sticking out of Beth’s pussy with both hands and started to pivot it around in a circular motion.

When he did, Beth tilted her head back and looked up at the ceiling, pretending to enjoy it rather than causing her great pain.

Frank didn’t care.

He stood up and started sucking on Beth’s nipples while he slid the shiny green vegetable almost all the way out of her before jamming it so hard back in that his fingers smashed into her pussy lips.

“Oh!” Beth cried out.

And then, again and again, as Frank grew more aggressive and literally tried to lift her off his desk by holding the cucumber.

To save herself and end the pain he was causing her, Beth ran her fingers through his greasy hair, grabbed his head and lifted his mouth off her breasts so she could kiss him passionately on the lips.

“I think it’s fresh and hard enough. Is there anything else nearby that I can check for hardness? With my mouth?” Beth asked as she ran one of her hands over the bulge in his pants.

Frank’s answer was to frantically unbuckle his pants and then pull them with his underwear down to his ankles.

Beth gently pushed him down to sit on his seat, took the cucumber from her pussy and put it on his desk as she dropped to her knees between his legs.

His 5” cock filled her mouth, and her hands gripped his thighs as she sucked him off with the intent to make him cum as soon as she could.

It was only a few minutes before she heard Frank groan and then felt his cock start to twitch before her mouth filled with his warm semen.

Beth stood up and wiped her mouth as she searched for her shirt.

Frank just sat back on his chair with a shit-eating grin on his face as he watched her put her shirt back on.

“I have to talk to Ripley in the warehouse. Where do I have to go?” Beth asked, wanting to finish her list as fast as she could and get out of there before anyone recognized her.

“Leave my office, take a right, end of the hall through the double doors. His office is next to the freezer,” Frank told her with his eyes never leaving her ass as she walked out of his office.

“Excuse me, where can I find Ripley?” Beth asked the first person she saw after standing in the loading dock for a while.

The man just stared at her for a while before answering.

Beth could see him blatantly staring at her breasts through her sheer shirt while he shifted his hardening cock in his pants with one of his hands.

“That would be me, beautiful. I understand that you’re the Health Inspector?” Ripley said with a smile that clearly told Beth that Ripley knew what was going on.

“Yes. I need to make sure that the main freezer is at the proper temperature. Can you show me?” Beth read off her clipboard.

He just continued to stare at her barely hidden breasts while he thought about how he could make the most of the opportunity that was unfolding before him.

“Let me get a thermometer for you. Follow me,” Ripley said with a smile.

Beth groaned to herself because Dean’s next instructions on her list were what she was supposed to do with the thermometer.

He brought her into the main freezer, where they stored overstock items, including ice cream, packaged meals, and boxed pizza.

Beth instantly saw her breath and felt her nipples harden as soon as she stepped into the room.

“Oh my god! It’s so cold,” Beth said to Ripley, who was wearing a thick fleece sweat jacket.

“Yeah, it’s zero degrees Fahrenheit. At least I think so. Why don’t you check it?” Ripley said as he held up the jumbo mercury thermometer Dean had given him this morning.

It was a 12-inch-long, thick glass tube with red temperature numbers on either side.

At the time, Ripley had no idea why Dean had given it to him, but it made total sense now.

Beth quickly reached out for it, but he pulled it back and said, “Oh no. You need to get naked for an accurate reading.”

Beth was starting to shiver under the little covering she had and dreaded how cold she was about to be as she pulled down her skirt and began to unbutton her blouse.

She was standing there in front of Ripley, her long blonde hair falling to her waist, wearing only high-heeled shoes and glasses, her arms folded across her chest.

The cold had caused goosebumps to cover every inch of her perfect skin, and her increased shivering was making her breasts shake like luscious jello.

Ripley handed her the thermometer, and Beth read her *********** from the clipboard, “I should check the temperature of my mouth first.”

Then she seductively started to perform fellatio on the glass tube with one hand while rubbing her pussy with the other.

Ripley reached out and covered both her massive, round breasts with his hands.

His palms were cold, but because Beth’s body was so much colder, they felt red-hot to her, and she instinctively pushed her body forward to increase contact and heat transfer.

“Now your pussy. Check the temp of your pussy,” he told her while sucking and licking her throat and shoulder.

“Yes, sir,” Beth said as she took the glass tube out of her mouth and ran its slick surface between her breasts, down her flat stomach and then into her bare pussy.

The spit from her mouth was starting to freeze on her skin before the tube was halfway inside her vagina.

Her hands were shaking so badly from the cold that it looked like she was masturbating furiously.

Ripley started sucking on her nipples while squeezing her ass.

“Please, I’m so cold….I need to stop…please no more..” Beth started pleading.

But it was Ripley’s rock-hard cock that wanted to fuck the naked blonde that sped things along, not his conscience.

“One more hole, beautiful. One more hole,” he said with a vicious grin as he spun Beth around and bent her over a waist-high pallet full of frozen dinners.

This gave him a fantastic view of the 32-year-old woman’s perfect pear-shaped ass.

Ripley started laughing when he saw Beth’s hand, which was holding the thermometer, shaking so badly that she was unable to lodge the tip into her tiny asshole.

After several moments, he took pity on her, held her freezing hand and pushed 6 inches into her ass with one hard shove.

While he fucked it rapid fire into her bottom, his other hand constantly squeezed and pulled her breasts while he buried his face into her hair and smelled her perfume.

“Is the temperature correct? Did I pass inspection?” he asked her.

Reading her ***********, Beth replied with chattering teeth, “No. This thermometer is defective. We need to repeat everything with another one in your office.”

“Follow me, beautiful, but keep that thing in your ass,” Riley said as he picked up her skirt and shirt off the floor and opened the freezer door for her.

He knew that Dean or Bob would ensure no employees would be nearby to see them, and he was right.

This allowed him to focus his attention on the beautiful blonde that was walking in front of him, desperately trying to both walk in high-heels while shivering and keeping several inches of the thermometer in her ass with one hand as she crossed the open area of the warehouse to Ripley’s office.

Once they were both in his office and Riley locked his door, he told her to bend over his desk while he stood behind her and slowly removed the thermometer that was still in her ass.

Beth’s body was still shivering wildly as Riley’s warm hands spread her ass cheeks.

Then she heard his pants being unzipped and then felt the head of his cock sliding up and down the barely moist lips of her vagina.

“I should start by putting my thermometer in your mouth, but your teeth are chattering so bad you might bite my dick off. Can’t have that. Look at this pussy! Bare and smooth as a baby. Just a vertical slit, too. Not puffy at all. Fucking amazing!” Riley exclaimed in appreciation.

Beth looked at the clock on the wall as she felt him thrust his cock all the way inside her pussy with one hard shove.

Twenty minutes later, she was getting dressed after Riley had cum in both her pussy and her ass.

“I have to go see Mike the custodian next. Where can I find him?” Beth asked.

“He’s at the other end of the warehouse. Doesn’t have an office. Take a right after leaving my office and walk until you reach the wall. You’ll see his desk. I assume he’s waiting for you,” Riley answered.

“Wait! You cleaned my cock with your mouth after it was in your ass, but you forgot the thermometer,” he said with a grin as he put the tip against her red lips and watched her lick and suck on it until all traces of her ass were gone.

As she walked towards Mike, who was sitting at his desk, she passed a few male warehouse employees who just stood and looked at her breasts bouncing up and down as she walked.

“Do you need any help, ma'am?” one of them asked.

Too tired to even respond, Beth didn’t stop walking until she was standing in front of Mike, at which point she began reading from her list: “Health Inspector, I need to check the cleanliness of your men’s room.”

“Health Inspector! My my! Follow me!” Mike said sarcastically before he led Beth to the employee’s men’s room.

It was a small room.

Two urinals, two toilets and two sinks that looked very clean.

Mike was standing behind her with his arms under her shirt, his hands cupping and massaging her breasts while Beth tried her best to read the task written on her clipboard.

“I have to make sure…,” Beth faltered as she struggled to speak through her humiliation. “I have to…oh please, no. I have to use my tongue to make sure the toilets and urinals are clean. And then, make sure all the shit pipes are nice and clean. Mike, can you help me?”

“How can I help you, Blondie? What can I do to make sure your shit pipe is clean?” he asked as he held both her nipples with the tips of his fingers and started to twist and pull them both in opposite directions.

Doing as she was instructed, Beth dropped the clipboard, removed her shirt, and pulled her skirt down over her hips, letting it fall to the floor around her heels.

Mike let go of her breasts as she dropped to her knees in front of the porcelain urinal and ran her tongue all along the edge of the bottle lip and up the sides.

While Beth was doing the same to the other urinal, Mike stood close behind her, wrapped a fistful of her blonde hair around his dick and jerked himself with it.

Then Beth walked into a stall, bent down, lifted the seat cover, and ran her tongue along the rim of the toilet bowl.

In the remaining stall, Beth bent at the waist, held the toilet seat with both hands, shook her naked ass at Mike and said, “Clean my shit pipe, Mike. Clean it with your cock!”

That was all the encouragement Mike needed.

He had the tip of his 7” cock pushing into Beth’s recently used asshole before she finished talking.

Mike was a 44-year-old, overweight, divorced father of three, and he was loving every second of what was happening right now.

Fucking a beautiful woman in a men’s room stall was a perverted fantasy that he had since he was a teenager in school, after he sneaked a peek into a stall that a teacher he had a crush on was using to get changed.

He’s been jerking off to the memory of her ass for 30 years!

Now he not only had a new memory of a much hotter ass, but he was literally fucking it to his heart's content.

He had mentioned that teacher story a few times to Bob over the years when they were out drinking and each shared their kinks.

Mike was happy that Bob had remembered.

After Mike finished fucking her and came while he was balls deep in her ass, Beth did the last part of her task and sat down on the toilet before looking up at Mike and saying, “Thank you for cleaning my shit pipe. Let me clean your cock off with my mouth.”



Mike called Bob when they were dressed and done in the bathroom, and Bob came and escorted Beth up to his office on the second floor, which overlooked the entire store.

Bob went slowly and took great pleasure in clearly seeing Beth’s large breasts bounce up and down under her sheer shirt as she walked.

He also took great pleasure in reading off to her the list of tasks on her clipboard and checking off all that she had completed.

As she walked up the stairs in front of him, Bob’s eyes were glued to Beth’s ass.

Her stretchy, tight blue skirt did nothing to hide the curves of her legs and butt.

“There are still a lot of things to do on your list, but I think we can check almost everything off once we get to my office,” Bob said as he opened his office door for Beth to step inside.

His office was small but big enough for a desk, several mounted security video screens, and a beat-up futon that was open, presumably for her.

On the futon was a banana, a cucumber, a squash, a shucked ear of corn, an eggplant and a small tub of petroleum jelly.

When she turned to look at Bob, he was already undressed and stroking his viagra enhanced 10” cock to full hardness while walking towards her with absolute lust in his eyes.

By the time Beth left his office, two hours later, there wasn’t any part of her body that wasn’t sore and in great pain.

The banana was crushed from being in her pussy at the same time with the corn, the cucumber had been snapped in half while in her ass, the squash, corn and eggplant were slimy, most of the petroleum jelly was gone and Bob’s cock had cum so many times inside all of her orifices that he didn’t think he’d have a hardon again in weeks.

After they got dressed, Bob put all the fruit and vegetables that he had fucked Beth with in a plastic shopping bag and handed it to her.

Beth gripped the railing tightly to keep her balance as she walked down the stairs.

Both her pussy and ass were throbbing in agony, and every step sent a stab of pain like a lightning bolt up her groin and into her stomach.

Despite all of this, Beth was suddenly overcome with a wave of panic as she realized that Bob intended to walk her right out the front door of the store.

What if someone recognized her despite the dark glasses she wore?

It was later in the day, now. Was Matt working?

She couldn’t bear the shame of him seeing her dressed the way she was.

Matt would know instantly that some sort of sexual perversion had happened to her.

Luckily, Matt wasn’t working, and the customer volume was very low that day.

Bob called over to Jason, a new 18-year-old employee who had just come in from getting carriages, and told him to take Beth’s bag out to the car for her.

“Do you remember the last item on your checklist?” he asked Beth softly.

“Yes,” she replied sadly.

“Have a nice day,” Bob said without taking his eyes off her barely concealed breasts.

The last item on the list was “fuck a stock boy”.

Beth was complimenting Jason and telling him how horny she was as they slowly walked towards her car.

She held his free hand in her own and often rubbed the back of his hand against one of her hard nipples.

In answer to her asking if he was a virgin, he shyly said that he had been naked with a girl once, but she got scared and they stopped.

“Scared? Was she scared of how big your cock is?” Beth said with a fake smile as they reached the side of her car.

Jason’s face was beet red in embarrassment, but Beth continued, “Let me see it. Please? Hop in the back seat of my car and let me see it. Let me take your virginity.”

Beth was rubbing his cock through the outside of his pants at this point, and he just dumbly stood there looking at her breasts with his mouth open as Beth pushed him into her car and followed him in.

In less than a minute, Beth had her skirt pulled up to her waist and was riding up and down on Jason’s 6” cock.

He had unbuttoned her shirt and was gently sucking on her already sore and raw nipples.

Due to all the lengthy rapes and constant abuse of the past few months, Beth had mentally prepared herself to have to fuck Jason for a long time.

But there was no viagra at play here or any other drugs to unnaturally extend what nature intended.

It was just an extremely horny boy that had never had sex before, fucking a beautiful, sexy woman.

Beth closed her eyes, and her mind was filled with memories of the times she had done this exact same thing with Matt in her car.

At the thought of Matt, along with Jason’s gentle kissing on her tender breasts, Beth suddenly felt a surge of physical pleasure that she hadn’t felt in days.

“Oh my god! This feels so good! You feel so good!” Beth cried out as she rubbed her pussy in Jason’s lap, making sure to grind her clit into his pubic bone.

It was only two minutes before Beth felt the familiar warm spurt of a man’s cum shooting into her pussy, but she had already had her own mind-numbing orgasm.

“Hmmmmm…thank you, ma'am,” Jason said honestly.

Beth didn’t have to say anything at this point, but her motherly instinct took pity on this innocent young man who was only being used as a tool to torment her.

So she smiled, kissed him and said, “No, thank you. I loved fucking you. That girl was stupid to run away.”

With that, Jason went back to the store and received a round of applause from those who knew what he was getting in Beth’s car while Beth drove home in tears for the entire ride.

Once home, Beth started filling the tub in her downstairs bathroom.

While she was waiting for it to fill, she took off her clothes and examined her body in the full-length mirror hanging on the wall.

Her blonde hair was incredibly long and straight, except for the big curls at the bottom.

Every inch of her body ached.

Her breasts were extremely sore, and Beth could see the many bruises that remained from the beating they had taken from Dean and Eddie on Tuesday.

The areola on her left breast had two brown streaks on either side of her nipple from when the teeth of the alligator clamp tore away from her breast.

It still hurt to touch.

Her hand ran down her much-too-flat stomach.

It was clear to her that she had lost the little weight she had regained over the past several weeks, but she was no longer as sickly looking as before.

She sighed when she saw the multiple dog paw tattoos starting from her hip and leading to her vagina.

Her vagina was perfectly bare and smooth.

Beth paused and stared.

If she didn’t know the reason for the tattoos and the pubic hair removal, she might have admitted that it looked attractive.

Even the tattoos looked cute on their own.

Suddenly, her mind was flooded with memories of why she was tattooed.

What happened that day with the two dogs and the other three dogs weeks before?

How it felt.

How she liked it.

She shouldn’t have.

But she did.

After taking a deep breath, her fingers continued down over the paws and gently parted her pussy lips with her index finger.

Her mouth opened, and her head tilted backwards as more fingers joined in and applied pressure to her clit.

“Oh my god. I’m making myself cum by thinking about fucking dogs! What is wrong with me?” Beth asked out loud in shame, but continued to rub herself harder and harder.

“Ohhhhh!” Beth cried out when her knees went weak and she clutched the sink with her free hand to keep herself from falling as an amazing orgasm flooded through her body.

Ashamed of herself, Beth got into her tub, now full of hot and soapy water.

But Beth couldn’t turn her mind off from the dogs, from Matt, from the hope that the blackmail would be ending soon, and as she moved her hands over her body, it quickly went from trying to clean herself to getting herself aroused again.

The tired big-titted blonde gave herself a few more orgasms before her bath was over.

The bath left her feeling both refreshed and exhausted, and she soon found herself dressed in the outfit Dean had demanded.

Tonight, she’d be looking like a street corner hooker.

She used a whole bottle of hairspray on her long blonde hair, so it was puffed out and huge.

Black high heels, black fishnet thigh-highs, a shiny red spandex skirt that barely covered her ass, a red cone-shaped bra that made her breasts look like they could be used as weapons, red g-string and a black leather collar with the word “whore” written in rhinestones.

Bright red polish covered her finger and toenails, along with oversized gold hoop earrings, a gold belly chain, gaudy bracelets, and trashy-looking makeup.

Beth didn’t know what Dean had planned for tonight, but she didn’t think it could be any worse than any of her other nights.

At least she hoped so.

Whatever it was, Beth planned on doing her best to make the boys happy enough to lower their guard sometime over the next two nights so she could drug them.

She could hear someone walking around downstairs, whom she assumed was one of her blackmailers, so she took a deep breath and went down to find out what atrocity she’d be put through tonight.

Dean watched her from the living room as she came down the stairs.

The sound of her high heels clicking on each step brought a smile to his face.

The ridiculous slutty outfit she was wearing made him start to giggle.

After all these weeks, he still couldn’t believe that what they were doing to Beth was still happening.

He patted himself on the back when he saw how fucking crazy her red metallic cone-shaped bra made her tits look like something from a ‘50s sci-fi movie.

When he saw it on Amazon, he knew Beth would look super hot wearing it, and he was right.

And the sparkling glitter eye shadow just made her look even sluttier.

“Looking good Fuck-Toy. Tonight, you’re the entertainment for my friend Jake’s 21st birthday party. The “party” is really just eating, drinking, watching movies and fucking you all night. I haven’t seen Jake since he left for college the week before Patrick’s summer party, where you cheated on your husband by fucking a kid and started all of this. So he’s missed all of the fun. It’s just going to be me, Jake and three other guys rather than the usual 20 to 30 guys you usually fuck at one of my parties, so don’t be disappointed,” Dean said with a laugh.

“Anything you want, Dean. Where is it at?” Beth asked with a smile as she ran her hand up and down the bulge in the front of Dean’s pants.

“It’s right here. I know what you’re thinking, but don’t worry. Jake’s never seen you before, and he’s leaving in a few days. The other three have been here before, too,” Dean said.

Beth looked at him questionably, so Dean continued, “It was the day your innocent son drugged Emily to earn another chance to fuck you… I mean, Liz. He drugged her, called us, and we gang-banged her on your bed. Those three were pretty fucked up when they were here. Doubt they remember this house. Anyway, Jake’s a nice guy, and if he found out I was blackmailing you, he might not want to have any part of tonight. The other three would probably think it was funny, but I don’t want too many people to know what’s going on. Eddie’s “lost a bet” idea was pretty good, but I like my “you’re a paid stripper/whore that gets off on getting beaten and raped”. It kinda takes away any feelings of guilt if someone wants to hurt you or even just slap your face.”

Beth broke away to pour them both a drink of whiskey on the rocks.

When she handed Dean his drink, he continued, “So here’s the story. I’m house-sitting here for a family member this weekend, and I hired you, a hooker, to come and party with us tonight. Before they get here, you’re going to go out to your car and drive around or wait down the street. I don’t give a shit what you do, and when I text you, you’re going to drive up and walk into your house and play the part of a well-paid fuck-toy. Here are some happy pills. Eddie’s not here, and Jake is a nice guy. The other three are pretty normal and just want sex. So you might actually have some fun tonight if you go with it.”

“Fun?” Beth thought, “So it’s just being mildly raped all night and not savagely beaten and raped for a change?”

She finished her drink and swallowed a pill before saying, “I understand. I’ll make you all very happy.”

Beth sat in her car in the playground parking lot close to her house and waited until she got Dean’s text about 30 minutes later.

Just sitting here and remembering how that policeman had molested her naked body and made her give him a blowjob was making her anxious, despite the ecstasy pill she had taken, which was also making her feel giddy and relaxed.

Pulling into the driveway of her own house and walking up to her front door dressed like a prostitute was absolutely humiliating.

It was cold, she was barely dressed and stood shivering on the front steps as she rang the doorbell.

She didn’t recognize who opened the door, but since he was the only one wearing a birthday hat, she assumed it was Jake.

All the boys were hooting and hollering as she walked in.

It was clear to Beth that they had been drinking, and the living room and kitchen were both full of pot smoke.

There was no doubt in her mind that there was a bowl of viagra and ecstasy somewhere, and this was going to be a very long night.

Friday, Blackmail Day 97

It was 2 PM the next day before all the boys, other than Dean, finally left her house.

Beth was in the kitchen, washing dishes and cleaning up the mess that had been left over, while Dean slept in her bed.

Using her credit card, they had ordered food for dinner last night, breakfast this morning, and lunch again this afternoon.

She was naked now and had been since shortly after the party started last night.

They made her answer the door each time food was delivered, and they laughed hysterically each time the delivery guy’s eyes opened wide when he saw her.

They made her tip the pizza delivery guy with a handjob.

Beth was fairly certain that her makeup and unusual hairstyle would be enough of a disguise to conceal her identity.

Even so, she refused to answer the door for years when her family ordered takeout and had it delivered.

The night went peacefully enough, and much like Dean expected it would.

The boys were all in awe of how slutty and sexual Beth looked as she gave them all lap dances to get everyone in the mood.

Unlike his four other friends, Jake was not into having sex with other guys watching him until much later in the night, when he was drunk and high.

So early on, as Beth was unbuckling his belt and begging Jake to fuck her, Jake asked Dean if he could use one of the bedrooms to have some private time.

After getting permission, Beth held his hand and took him to her bedroom, where they had sex in every position that Jake asked for and several that he didn’t, but Beth knew he would love.

He did.

He also never fucked a girl in the ass before that night.

And after Beth put his cock in her ass while she was on top of him and then rode him while he was sucking on her tits, Jake never fucked Beth other than in her ass for the rest of the party.

By 4:00 AM, though, everyone there was drugged or drunk out of their minds and fucking Beth all over the house, no matter who was around or who was already fucking her.

And Dean was right about another thing: not being physically tortured and being heavily drugged allowed her to have fun and enjoy several orgasms.

Once the house was in order, she went to her bedroom, curled up with Dean, and tried to take a nap while he was sleeping.

Unfortunately for her, this woke Dean up, and he spent the next few hours kissing and rubbing every inch of her body like she was a toy he had gotten on Christmas morning.

He expertly gave her another orgasm before he came in her pussy and passed out on top of her.

Beth didn’t move; she just closed her eyes and fell asleep.

She didn’t know how long she slept, but it was dark outside when she was awakened by Eddie grabbing her ankles, moving them over her head so she was bent in two and fucking her in the ass like a human jackhammer.

Her thighs were pressed into her massive tits, and her knees were below her head as he continued to pound her without mercy.

“Holy shit! Look at that!” She heard Dean say in awe.

“I’m! Going! To! Break! The! FUCKING! BED! By fucking you! You! Fucking! CUNT!” Eddie screamed each word into her face after each time he threw his body and cock into her.

Eddie pulled his cock out of her ass, dug both his hands deep into Beth’s fat, round breasts and commanded, “Now do what I want with her legs!”

It was then that Beth saw Dean grab one ankle while Brody grabbed the other.

Both young men put a foot on either of Beth’s hips for leverage and pulled her legs out into the widest split Beth had ever done in her life.

She was screaming in pain from it, but the boys kept pulling until they were at an angle that was far wider than horizontal.

That was when Eddie started fucking her pussy like he had been fucking her asshole.

Beth thought she felt something in her right hip pop and then something similar in her other one, which allowed Dean and Brody to suddenly move her legs a few inches closer to her torso.

Eddie took his cock out of her pussy, fired back into her asshole and started yelling at her again while he was fucking her, “You! Stupid! Fucking! Cunt! Your! Ass! Feels! So! Fucking! GOOD!”

Groaning louder than he ever had before, Eddie twisted her breasts, legitimately trying to rip them off her body and flooded her ass with his cum like a firehose.

Drenched with sweat, Eddie got off her while Dean and Brody let go of her legs.

Beth was screaming in tears and writhing on the bed in agony while her legs were bent in unnatural positions.

“Fucking awesome! I always wanted to do that! We broke her fucking legs!” Eddie said proudly.

Dean knew that they were only dislocated, but he wasn’t going to ruin Eddie’s triumph.

“I’m getting a beer. Fuck this cunt! That was awesome!” Eddie said and left.

“No, that was stupid. Do we have to take her to the ER now?” Brody asked.

“It was his special request. Actually, his request was a lot worse. He’s all fired up to destroy her pussy tonight before the three horses at the farm do it tomorrow. And no. I dislocated my hip playing hockey years ago. Hurts like hell, but she’ll be ok. I bet she even knows how to pop them back in, thanks to all her years of teaching yoga. Right Fuck-Toy?” Dean asked her.

Beth did, and by then she had rolled over on one side and was moving one leg a certain way before the boys heard her moan louder and then stop.

“That’s one. Please, roll me over to my other side. Please. Please…” Beth moaned pitifully.

“I told you,” Dean said as they did what Beth asked.

Dean handed her a water bottle, an ecstasy pill and a bottle of almost empty Percocet that was in her bathroom medicine cabinet.

“You won’t really need to stand much anyway tonight. Take a bath or a shower and get yourself all dolled up. We’re all staying, and you get to have another night to be our entertainment,” Dean said as they went downstairs to join Eddie.

“This is it!” Beth thought. “This is the night I end this! I have to! THREE horses tomorrow? They’re going to make me fuck THREE horses tomorrow? Oh dear god, please forgive me and help me. Please!”

She did not take the ecstasy pill Dean offered her, though, because she needed her mind to be clear.

The adrenaline from having an opportunity to end her blackmail and the Percocet allowed her to ignore the pain, take a shower and get dressed in a slutty way that she knew would please all three boys.

Black high-heels, black fishnet thigh-highs, black garter belt, black push-up bra, gold and diamond jewelry and a thick black headband to hold her hair away from her face.

Perfume, fake eyelashes and makeup completed the look.

With her heart beating wildly in anticipation, she grabbed the horse and dog dildos.

Getting down a flight of stairs in high heels with two recently dislocated hips was the most difficult part, but she did it as fast as she could.

They were all naked and waiting for her to come down and begin the sex show for tonight.

When she saw all three of them reach for the remaining ecstasy pills in a bowl on the living room coffee table, her heart soared.

She just had to keep it together until they were under its influence and wouldn’t be paying close attention to her like usual.

Her fear now was that they would make her take one too, but she knew by now how to act in a way that Dean would think she had already taken the one he had just given her in her bedroom just now.

The boys were sitting on the couch, eating the leftover pizza and feeling the effects of the pills kick in.

Brody was already giggling, and Eddie was staring at a blank wall like there was something there, while Dean was amused at how Beth was trying to walk in obvious pain.

One after the other, starting with Dean, she knelt down between each of their legs and licked their balls and assholes until they were soaked with her spit.

Then, as she had purposely done every time it seemed right during the past few weeks, she asked them if she could get them all a drink.

They all nodded their heads, yes, and she walked carefully to the liquor cabinet.

She had gotten two of the same very special and very expensive bottles of whiskey for this night.

One was fully dosed with roofies, and the other wasn’t.

Beth figured that if they were in the room like they were now and could watch her, she’d use the drugged one.

It was hidden in a box of simple syrup that none of the boys had ever had any interest in.

She poured them all three glasses filled with drugged whiskey and brought it to each of them on a tray like she was a waitress.

Once each of them had their glasses, Beth took off her bra, dropped to the floor on her back and started rubbing her pussy with the horse cock shaped dildo.

Dean and Brody immediately drained their glasses at the same time, but Eddie held his glass on his lap and just looked at her with absolute hatred and disgust.

“No! Eddie wasn’t drinking it! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Beth’s mind was going crazy trying to think of something.

“Drink that and then fuck me with the glass,” Beth suggested in the sexiest voice she could imagine.

“Yeah, we haven’t seen that yet. Good thinking Fuck-Toy,“ Dean said.

“I will! Maybe I’ll kick it all the way in. Then break it inside you. Then fuck you with the broken glass!” Eddie said, growing increasingly excited as he spoke.

He looked at Dean and expected him to say no, but Dean was just smiling and bobbing his head up and down.

Dean didn't even know where he was right now, but Eddie took it as a sign that he was giving his permission.

He drained his glass and then moved in between Beth’s spread legs.

She debated on just letting him brutalize her until he passed out or fighting back.

Beth chose to fight, but when she decided to throw the dildo at Eddie’s face and scramble back and run away, one of her legs popped out of its socket again, and she couldn’t move.

Helplessly, she lay on the floor with her legs spread while her raping, blackmailing abuser approached her with a highball glass in his hand with the malicious intent to force it all the way inside her vagina.

Eddie dizzily fell to his knees between her legs.

He would have fallen on top of her if he hadn’t grabbed the knee of her dislocated leg at the last minute, which caused Beth to scream out in pain.

The wide bottom of the glass was pressed against the slit of her bare pussy.

Eddie started twisting and grinding the glass against her.

He took great pleasure in being able to see her pussy lips and even her clit being crushed against the clear glass.

He pulled it back and then smashed it hard against her pussy lips.

“Arghh! No!” Beth screamed, but Eddie just smiled and viciously kept smashing the thick, flat glass bottom against her pubic area as hard as he could.

And then again.

And again, and again.

He only stopped to grind it against her to see her clit, and now her vaginal blood pressed tightly against the glass before smashing it against her again.

But his vision was getting cloudy, and unknown to Eddie, Dean and Brody were both unconscious on the couch and chair behind him.

“Let me suck on the glass to make it easier for you!” Beth pleaded as she tried to buy more time until the roofies took effect and knocked Eddie out.

Eddie dropped the glass between her legs and stared at her huge tits.

He forgot what he had been doing.

He was losing himself.

Beth’s hands were holding the glass between her legs when Eddie’s 195 lb unconscious body collapsed on top of her.

Beth had achieved her goal.

All three of them were finally drugged and asleep.

But Beth couldn’t move!

Eventually, Beth was able to roll Eddie off her.

And after fixing her hip again, Beth got the bottle of roofied whiskey and poured more into each of her blackmailer’s mouths and watched them drink enough to knock them out until morning.

With both tears of joy and pain, she texted Matt to come over and do his part of the plan.

Then she texted Cato and made good her bargain with him as well.

Saturday, Day 98 The Blackmail’s End

The sun had just risen, filling the house with its soft light, as Beth sat at her kitchen table, dressed in jeans and a navy sweater, nervously sipping a cup of black coffee.

From the yells and screams of agony she heard starting to come from her bedroom upstairs, Beth knew that her three blackmailers were waking up and feeling the effects from being anally raped by several men all night and also from the severe twisting and crushing she herself had done to each of their balls.

(Separately, by the end of the week, all three boys eventually found themselves at the ER or doctors for medical treatment, dealing with the damage she had done to their testicles. Eddie was told that he could still have erections but that he’d never be able to have children.)

Beth had prepared what she was going to say and do by the time they had dressed and hobbled downstairs to the kitchen, praying that it wouldn’t be necessary for Matt to come out from hiding in the next room to save her.

“I’m going to fucking kill you, you fucking bitch!” Eddie screamed at her as he ran towards Beth while cupping his balls with his hands over his pants.

But Dean blocked him with his arm.

Dean knew that something important was happening, and he wasn’t going to rush into making any mistakes.

Beth held her home phone in her trembling hand as she stood before the boys.

“This is a landline phone tied to my home address. I’ve already dialed 911. If any of you take a step closer to me, I press the send button! The police will automatically come here to investigate, regardless of what you tell them. I’ve deleted the videos and pictures of me from your phones and from your online storage, but I’ve replaced them with something else. Take a look!” she yelled at them.

They did, and the reaction that each of them had when they saw multiple unknown men raping them each in the ass and then what they all knew was her delicate hand punching and crushing their balls was what she expected: absolute murderous rage.

Those men doing the raping were enjoying the bargain Beth had made with Cato to get the roofies she needed.

Cato wanted to have sex with Matt, but the opportunity to sexually punish three young men who deserved it was more than a fair trade for him.

Beth went on, “The blackmail with me ends now! It’s over. If anything happens to me or my family, or Matt. If I disappear or die, I have it arranged to anonymously send the video of you all raping poor Emily and me to the police with your names and addresses and the story about what went on.”

Eddie and Brody looked like they were going to say “fuck it” and charge her.

Dean was just staring at her with an odd smile on his face.

“AND! After the sending it to the police, all the rape videos, and the videos of you getting ass fucked will be emailed to everyone who was in the contact list on your phones. And it will be posted to every social media platform that exists with your names and family contact lists.”

Beth looked directly at Brody and added a lie, “Plus some videos I took from our time alone together!”

At that, Brody’s expression changed from rage to fear, and he got very pale.

Not looking at anyone, Brody said, “That’s it then. I’m done. You’ll never see me again,” before turning around and leaving the house.

Eddie still looked like he was going to kill her, but Dean looked over at him and shook his head as a sign to hold back and listen.

Looking directly at Eddie, Beth said, “Do you know who Mark Miller is, you stupid fucking asshole? No? He’s your father's parole officer! I tracked him down. You hurt me, Matt or my family, you even fucking look at us the wrong way, and I send Mike an affidavit swearing that Linc kidnapped and raped me. He doesn’t need to be convicted of anything to lose his parole. Also, your grandfather! The last years of his life are going to be spent dealing with courts and lawyers as he fights rape and kidnapping charges. I have video of him raping me in my bed to prove it. Jimmy Diamond, too. His marriage and company will be destroyed. I even figured out where Milton Orchards is, you stupid fuck! You touch me again, and it will trigger a social media attack that will ruin that business! Or you just end all of this today and walk away.”

Eddie looked at Dean for direction, but Dean just shrugged to show he had nothing to offer.

What Beth threatened him with was enough to change Eddie. “I’m walking away then. bitch. You better not do any of that shit or I swear I will fucking kill you.”

Eddie turned and walked through the kitchen to leave, but stopped to grab a small flat-screen TV that was mounted on the wall.

He pulled it off, sending drywall everywhere, and threw it across the room.

“Fuck you, you horse, dog and incest loving pig fucking cunt!” Eddie screamed before he left with both hands cupping his agonizing balls.

Beth smiled, knowing that she had made the extra effort to try to turn both of his testicles into jelly.

Dean was left alone and staring at Beth.

Their eyes never moved off each other, not even during all of what Eddie had just done.

There was a full minute of silence before Dean took his hands away from his painful groin and started a slow clap and said, “Beth, that was so well done, I’m not even mad.”

“Beth? Not Fuck-Toy?” Beth thought as her hope of success began to rise.

“That was perfect. Except for…” Dean paused, “I back up my phone to my laptop every night. I mean, who doesn’t back up their stuff? Well, those two idiots obviously don’t.”

At that, Beth felt her panic start to rise, wondering if everything was all going to come crashing back down on her.

“And you have so much more to lose than I do, Beth. Much more. I’m willing to bet that if I came back here and showed you that I still have every second of every video and every life-destroying picture of you that I took, that you wouldn’t show my video to anyone, and you’d be back to sucking my cock before the end of the day.” Dean said with the same smile he always had, which told Beth he wasn’t lying.

Beth didn’t realize that she had stopped breathing as Dean was talking.

“But no. Maybe this is a good time to end this. You’re only going to get more desperate. We each have something that could ruin the other’s life now. So we both walk away and leave each other alone forever. Is that what you want?” Dean asked her, knowing what the answer was.

“Yes,” Beth said, barely able to believe that the blackmail was about to end.

“Ok, but I want to seal the deal with a farewell kiss,” Dean said as he walked towards her.

Scared, Beth took a step back and brought her phone forward to keep him back like it was a cross warding off a vampire.

Dean stopped and raised his hands. “No kiss equals no deal,” he told her calmly.

Beth nodded and slowly lowered her phone as Dean walked up to her.

He held her face in his hands and gave her a deep and passionate final kiss, making sure to gently suck on her tongue, and took in one last smell of her perfume.

Just before the kiss ended, Dean’s hands slid down from her face, cupped both of her breasts and gave them each a little lift like he was weighing them.

“I’m really going to miss these babies,” Dean said honestly.

“Good! Now get the fuck out.” Beth said with no emotion in her voice.

And Dean did.

They never spoke to each other ever again.

After Dean left, Matt came out from the other room, dropped the baseball bat he had been holding and hugged Beth.

Beth was so emotionally and physically drained that she passed out and collapsed in his arms.

Matt carried her to the nearby couch.

Beth eventually recovered and was so elated and energetic after finally being free that she spent every minute having sex with Matt before her husband and Patrick came home the next day.

Beth had to deal with several lingering blackmail-related issues over the next few weeks.

Two of Eddie’s co-workers decided to ignore Eddie’s warning to leave Beth alone and showed up one day, knocking on her front door and demanding that she give them blowjobs.

The good news was that when Beth called the police, the officer on the scene told the men never to bother Beth again, and they never did.

The bad news was that the officer was the same one who sexually assaulted Beth after he pulled her over while she was naked and driving home from Dean’s house.

When he was inside her house with Beth, the officer asked her if she wanted him to file a police report about what had happened to her or if she wanted him to forget all about it, like he had last time.

Beth never said a word as she stripped naked, dropped to her knees, unbuckled his pants, gave him a blowjob and let him play with her body as he wished.

Thirty minutes later, the extremely sexually satisfied officer gave Beth his card and told her to call him directly if she ever needed help like this again.

Unfortunately for Beth, but great for him, she had to call the officer two more times for similar occurrences over the next three weeks.

Beth also had to go to therapy for the next few years to help cope with the emotional and mental trauma from all she had to endure while being blackmailed and raped.

And for the next year, unless she was sleeping with Matt, she woke almost every night due to nightmares. How she didn’t become addicted to all the pre***********ion and illegal drugs she had been forced to take during her blackmail was a miracle to her.

That, and what she had going with Matt, were the only lucky breaks that she got from the whole ordeal. Within a few months, she had mostly recovered, regained a healthy weight, and even returned to being a yoga instructor at a business she had started for herself.

Matt was her first and only male student at her studio, and they made good use of the private time they had there whenever they could.

Which was often.



Epilogue:

Brody

Brody’s parents had moved away to another state when Brody started high school, but they didn’t want to disrupt his school life, so they left him with his Aunt to graduate.

Two days after Beth ended the blackmail and told Brody that she had video footage of what the two of them had done when they were alone, he packed up his things and moved back in with his parents.

Brody then cut ties with everyone he knew and never went back to his hometown.

He also convinced his parents to both get new cell phone numbers in case Beth ever tried to send them videos of what Brody had done to her.

Seven years later, the night before his wife gave birth to what would be his son, he committed suicide by hanging himself in his garage.

Eddie

Several months after the blackmail ended, Eddie moved in with his father and took a job working on oil rigs in the Gulf Coast.

Two years later, he was laid off.

Six months after that, he was sent to prison, serving a 30-year sentence after being convicted of murdering a security guard during an armed robbery.

Less than a year after that, he pissed off the wrong people in prison, and guards found him dead in the showers.

He had been anally raped multiple times and had his throat cut.

Dean

Dean excelled at his Assistant Manager position and was moved to larger and more successful stores.

He took college courses at night and earned his Bachelor’s and then Master’s degrees in Business.

As the years went by, he moved up the corporate ladder to eventually become a successful executive vice president for one of the largest supermarket chains in the country.

He was a faithful husband to his beautiful, large-breasted wife and a loving father to his five daughters.

When he retired early, he ran for Mayor in his hometown, won easily, and served for three terms.

His accomplishments as Mayor earned him the admiration of the public and the press, and influential people were grooming him for the Governor's race.

Before that happened, though, Dean’s health started to deteriorate.

After a few years, he died peacefully at home while surrounded by family and friends.

His funeral and wake were a two-day event that shut down most of the town as everyone wanted to show their love and pay their respects.

Note: After he died, Dean’s wife found an old USB drive in Dean’s personal safe. Thinking that it was full of family pictures, she was surprised to see that it was full of many adult pictures and videos of an attractive blonde woman. But she didn’t recognize the younger Dean in any of the few pics or the scant minutes of the videos that she bothered to look at, and figured it was just an old collection of porn that Dean had forgotten about. So she threw it in the trash and never gave it another thought.

Patrick

For the rest of their lives, Patrick and Beth never spoke about the “incident” they had with each other and treated it like the accident it was.

They were able to put it behind them and had a healthy and loving mother-son relationship.

Patrick became a successful Dentist and opened a practice in his hometown so he, his wife and children could stay close to his mom.

The fact that he developed a sleep-sex fetish from the first and second time he had sex with Emily may or may not have been a deciding factor in choosing that career.

But he does really enjoy using anesthesia to put his young female patients to sleep.

Emily

Emily continued to date Mack for the rest of the school year and for half of the summer until Mack moved away to college.

Just before he left, Emily finally learned how little Mack cared about her and how he had been drugging her and using her for sex.

The weeks after Mack graduated high school, he had taken her to several graduation parties, and she literally fell asleep at every one and woke up either at her house or in Mack’s bedroom with her body incredibly sore and with semen dripping out of her pussy and ass.

At the last one of Mack’s three going-away parties, Emily was given a fruit punch drink that had been spiked with roofies, but she only drank ½ before she accidentally spilled the drink on the floor.

Everyone had become so accustomed to Emily getting drugged and passing out that no one was paying attention and didn’t see her accident.

When Emily showed signs of being tired, Mack and the guys near her started talking about her like she was a piece of fuckmeat.

They knew that the roofie, which they all assumed she had taken, would make it so she wouldn’t remember anything they said.

It always did.

Mack took this time to announce that this would be the last time they’d get to “fuck the shit out of this stupid fucking cunt” and to make it a good fuck.

The half dose of roofie made Emily compliant and unable to resist being stripped naked while being led to Mack’s bedroom, but it wasn’t enough to rob her of the memories of what was done to her that night.

Every guy spoke to her as they roughly fucked her.

Some retold to others present in the room about the times they had fucked her in the past.

Almost everyone talked about and laughed about how her pussy was the inspiration for the Thanksgiving Day football game victory.

As a long line formed to fuck her, she would close her eyes in hope that it would make it end sooner, but it didn’t.

Each time that she opened them, there’d be a new face above her with a new cock in her pussy.

One time, there was a football coach.

One time, there was the team’s waterboy.

Several times, there were the faces of boys who had previously told her how much they admired and valued being her friend, but were now telling her how much of a stupid slut she was for ever believing that they liked her.

That they only liked her pussy, ass and mouth and only if it had their cocks in it.

That she was the football team’s fleshlight.

She knew that she had heard that term before, but couldn’t remember when.

But Emily remembered every face and everything they said and did for all of those horrible six or more hours.

And she learned beyond all doubt what Mack had been doing to her for all of these months whenever she had “too much to drink” or “fainted” or “fallen asleep”.

She was silent when Mack drove her home in the morning.

When he squeezed her tits while he kissed her goodbye, Emily was unresponsive.

Even her lips felt dead to Mack.

He thought it was odd but didn’t care since he probably wouldn’t be seeing her again, unless it was for a quick fuck when he was home for Thanksgiving or Christmas.

However, Emily never saw him again and avoided any of the team members the following year as well.

It was then that Emily also realized how her girlfriends had drifted far away while she was dating Mack, and none of them really wanted to let her back into their lives.

She was very much alone.

The trauma from all this just drove her to seek comfort in Bradley’s arms and more fully under his control.

Emily and Bradley continued to hide their illicit sexual relationship, and then she moved in with him as a full-time “Nanny”. There was a lot of controversy about that with all the people who knew them, though, since Bradley only had custody of Hunter every other weekend and then even less after his ex-wife used Emily as a reason to refuse custody more than once a month.

Emily also quit High School and was happy to spend all her time with Bradley.

However, Emily’s mother disowned her due to her decision to drop out and after discovering that she had lied about babysitting on numerous occasions.

Sadly, her mom passed away before they had a chance to reconcile and left Emily with nothing.

Bradley had constantly told Emily from the time they first met that he planned to marry her.

But when she started asking when, he added a condition and talked her into getting breast implants before they could get married.

She went from a D cup to an F cup.

Since Emily was already very skinny and only 4’8”, the breast implants made her look like a freakish adult sex toy, but Bradley and almost every other guy who saw her loved it.

When Bradley took her out for dinner a few months after her surgery, Emily expected that Bradley would finally ask her to marry him.

Instead, he added two more conditions before that would happen.

Emily needed to get Botox injections into her nipples so they’d be erect 24/7 and to lose 20 lbs.

Bradley knew that the petite blonde barely had 5 lbs to spare, and losing 20lbs would be so impossible that he’d never have to fulfill his promise to her.

Emily was desperate, though.

If Bradley broke up with her, she’d have nowhere to live and have nothing.

Because he had a vasectomy, she couldn’t trick Bradley into marriage by getting herself pregnant with someone else’s child and with her being totally dependent on him for everything, Emily began to starve herself to earn that wedding ring.

After she lost 15 lbs, she looked like a stick figure with massive breasts, which just drove Bradley wild with lust.

He was taking Viagra multiple times a day to be able to enjoy fucking her morning and night. Still, when she lost that weight and looked like a perverted blowup doll, he started doubling up the pills and taking multiple days off from work so that he could spend those days constantly fucking her.

Bradley seldom let her wear any clothes in the house, even when he wasn’t there, and if Emily did, it was something ridiculous-looking and slutty.

He liked to tie her up and leave her in various places around the house for hours, like in a closet or on the cold and dirty cement floor in the basement, but especially naked out in the blazing sun or freezing rain while being tied up against the poles of Hunter’s swing set.

One day, Bradley had Emily tied spread-eagled on their bed, and he was fucking her so hard that the bed frame cracked and one corner dropped to the bedroom floor.

As he was laughing about that and feeling very proud of himself, he felt his chest tighten, and within seconds, he collapsed on top of Emily and died.

It was two days later that a landscaper, who thought he had heard someone cry out in the house, requested that the police conduct a wellness check.

Rigor mortis had made Bradley’s body stiff, and it took three firefighters to lift Bradley’s body off Emily after they untied her.

Incredibly, his dick was still erect and in her pussy the whole time from the moment he died.

Bradley left all of his money and possessions to his son Hunter and nothing to Emily.

Bradley’s ex-wife was left in control of Hunter’s financial trust and immediately evicted Emily from the house, leaving her homeless and forced to live in one of Bradley’s cars, which she was lucky enough to drive away with.

She had no friends or family to turn to and eventually started fucking guys in her car to pay for gas, food, and motel rooms.

She was raped and robbed multiple times before she met a guy who said he could get her into making porn movies for good money.

And for a while, that was true.

Her producer (who also directed all her movies) treated her well, got her an apartment, and cared for her.

She felt the familiar daddy-issue bond with him start to begin again.

Emily made hundreds of porn movies with him after several months, and due to her outrageous physical proportions, adorable face and long blonde hair, she was insanely popular online.

Her producer kept getting more and more funding from dark web investors, asking her to perform ever-increasing deviant sex acts for them.

Gang-bangs, rapes, simulated snuff, vomiting, piss, shit, cruel objects, dogs (lots of dogs) and horses.

The video where she dressed up like a pigtailed schoolgirl and fucked a horse was one of the most sought-after banned videos of all time until her last one.

Whenever Emily was hesitant about doing something, she was given drugs to make her do whatever they wanted.

Her internet porn fame was so high that it caught the attention of her long-lost father.

He tracked Emily down and took her to lunch while constantly telling her how much he missed her.

Emily was thrilled and let herself dream that her real father would save her from her current miserable life and take her home.

What he did instead was to give her a roofied drink when they got back to her apartment, tie her to the bed and raped and beat her for ten days while telling her what a piece of shit she was.

For those ten days, her father charged men to rape her anyway they wanted, and all Emily had to eat or drink that whole time was their piss and cum.

He would have killed her when he was done with her if it wasn’t for her producer knocking on her door to talk to her about the next video they were going to make, and scaring her father away.

Emily spent three days in the hospital for all the mental and physical abuse that her father inflicted on her.

Her producer then sent her to spend three weeks at a Mexican resort to recuperate and gain some weight for her next film, as she was currently looking very sickly.

While she was in Mexico, they shot what turned out to be her last video.

The video’s title was “Raped Blonde Cheerleader Fucked by Three Horses,” and the investor for this one spared no expense.

It was a private movie custom-made for a wealthy, anonymous investor, who provided the *********** that they were ordered to strictly follow.

They were at a secluded horse farm, filming in a classic red and white-painted barn with bales of hay stacked high all around.

The three horses were each in their own stables, and Emily was supposed to play the part of an abducted cheerleader who was gang-raped and then forced to fuck three horses.

Emily’s cheerleader outfit consisted of a blue and white sweater paired with a pleated skirt, and she wore white shoes and white ankle socks. Her hair was in a ponytail with a wide blue bow, and her makeup was flawless, complete with sparkles on her face and glossy red lipstick.

The movie began with Emily running into the barn, as if she were being chased, and was quickly surrounded by five men. They ripped her cheerleader sweater off along with her white panties, but left all her other remaining clothing on as they gang-raped her on the barn floor.

Each of the three men raped Emily’s mouth, pussy and ass multiple times before she was laid face down on a narrow custom-built bench that looked like a wide-topped sawhorse, with her arms and legs strapped to the legs with barbed wire.

The bench’s feet were then bolted into the wooden floor of the barn using power tools.

Emily’s cheerleading skirt was hiked up, and her cute little naked ass was hanging over the end of the bench.

Crushed by the weight of her body, her freakishly augmented breasts were pressed outward by the benchtop and looked like they were going to explode under pressure beneath her.

One of the men approached her with a glowing hot branding iron in the shape of an X and pressed it against the smooth curve of her ass.

Emily screamed as the brand literally caused smoke to rise from her burnt flesh.

Another man kneeled down at her side and pressed a different blazing hot branding iron up and directly into the extremely tight skin of her exposed left breast.

Emily was screaming nonstop in agony while her urine sprayed out over the floor as she lost control of her bladder.

Her entire nipple was burned off when he took the brand away, and another large X scarred her body.

At this point, Emily was hysterically screaming for help and to be let free while thrashing her whole body in a useless attempt to avoid the third glowing hot brand pressing into the side of her other breast.

The sight of her almost naked body twisting against the ropes with her ponytail and cheerleader skirt whipping back and forth as she vainly struggled to free herself was mesmerizing.

While this was happening, two other men brought out the first horse.

The bench raised Emily’s body, so she was at the perfect height to receive a horse's cock in either her pussy or ass.

The first horse was a good-sized brown and white Quarter Horse with a 25-inch cock.

Four men held the horse away from her by holding reins attached to its mouth bit and the collar strap, while the last man positioned the head of the horse’s cock at Emily’s pussy.

The four men slowly let the horse move forward until several inches of the horse's cock were inside her pussy, and then they all let go of the reins.

Nothing was holding the horse back from fucking her, however it wanted to do.

For the next 10 minutes, the cameras perfectly captured how the horse’s whole 25-inch cock ripped open the tiny blonde cheerleader's pussy as it continuously went balls deep inside her.

Her internal organs were pushed and smashed up into her chest and lungs, so that Emily could barely breathe.

When they pulled the horse back off her after it finished cumming, its cock was covered and dripping with Emily’s blood from the base to the tip.

She was pitifully screaming for help and to be let go as they brought out the second horse.

It was a dark brown Azteca horse with a 29-inch cock that was pointed directly at Emily’s asshole.

Like before, they held the horse back until its cock was several inches inside her and then let go of the reins.

Like the first horse, within ten minutes of relentless pounding, Emily’s asshole was ripped open, and her blood was spurting out around the horse's cock.

By the time the horse orgasmed in her ass, and they pulled the horse off her, Emily was staring forward with no emotion and in obvious shock.

Before bringing out the last horse, one of the men quickly came out with a 4-foot-long, slender metal rod with a razor-sharp tip and a large 4-pound hammer.

He inserted the rod into Emily’s pussy and used the hammer to quickly pound it through her body.

The razor tip quickly cut through her intestines, liver, part of a lung and only missed her heart by fractions of an inch.

The man didn’t stop until he judged that the tip had made it all the way through her body to the bottom of her neck, and then quickly removed the rod as it was replaced with the cock of the third horse.

This one was a monster-sized Draft horse used at the farm to pull equipment and plow the fields.

Its cock was 36 inches long, and, like the previous two, almost a foot was in her pussy before they let go of the reins.

With a neigh so loud that it echoed off the barn walls, the horse surged forward with all its strength.

The Draft horse was fucking Emily so hard that the lag bolts holding the bench in place started to rip out of the wooden floor, and the barbed wire holding her body to the bench cut through the flesh of her arms and legs to the bone.

Two of the men started whipping the horse from behind to encourage him to move forward.

The horse’s cock followed the passage that the metal rod had made through Emily’s body as it tore through and pushed aside her internal organs until the horse’s massive cock head could be seen stretching out her throat constantly as the horse fucked her.

When the horse finally climaxed, it sent a massive spurt of cum shooting out of Emily’s open mouth and onto the floor.

No one knows for sure at what point poor little Emily died during all this, but the producer didn’t care because, on video, it looked like she was alive even as the horse’s cum shot out of her mouth.

Emily was cut loose from the bench, and her body dropped lifeless to the floor.

Her cheerleader outfit was burned in the same fire that heated the branding irons.

Her naked body was tossed into a recently dug grave in a cemetery on the property.

All five men urinated on her before burying her with dirt.

They marked her grave with a wooden stake driven into the ground.

Nailed to the stake were three metal horseshoes.

Everything from the moment Emily ran into the barn until the cemetery scene was filmed with multiple cameras and at different angles.

The final scene in the movie was the camera panning away from her grave with her blue cheerleader hair ribbon tied to the horseshoe stake and blowing in the wind as the setting sun turned the sky red.

The producer knew that this movie was his masterpiece and used the substantial sum of money he earned from it to secure a comfortable retirement.

The video owner posted a 30-minute preview on the Dark Web and provided a date for releasing the full version for free, allowing time for the word to spread.

He released a 4K version with a file size exceeding 400GB.

So many people were downloading and sharing Emily’s video that it slowed the internet down to a crawl and caused a total outage in many places around the world.

The crushing overload of Internet traffic didn’t clear up for three days.

Shortly after the internet returned to normal, news stations began reporting the cause of the outage.

This triggered another internet shutdown, which lasted more than a week, as millions of people worldwide wanted to see the illegal and banned “Raped Blonde Cheerleader Fucked by Three Horses” video.

Chris

A year after his son, Patrick, graduated from High School, Chris got food poisoning during a business trip in China and died.



Beth and Matt

Beth and Matt continued to have a fantastic sexual relationship while Matt was in High School and beyond.

During that time, Matt dated girls and fell in love a few times, but always managed to find time to end up back in bed with Beth.

A few weeks after the blackmail ended, Matt and Beth were lying curled up together under the Christmas tree at her house, having made love in front of the fireplace.

As Matt was kissing her shoulder and caressing her breasts with one hand, he said, “Beth, I have a confession to make. I copied some videos to my own phone before I deleted everything.”

Beth froze.

She stopped breathing.

Her world started crashing down around her.

What horrible and humiliating videos did he save?

The horse?

The dogs?

The pig?

Is she eating shit or drinking piss?

Her precious Matt was about to blackmail her!

Her eyes filled up with tears.

It was never going to end.

“I hope you’re not mad. It’s everything they had of us during our first magical time together. I was thinking…. Do you want to watch it with me and then delete it, or should I just delete it right now? I haven’t watched the whole thing yet. I was waiting for you. I think you might like to see it. We are pretty outstanding,” Matt said as he kissed her neck and pressed his hardening cock into the crack of her ass.

Relief suddenly washed away all of her anxiety.

There was no blackmail from Matt, just excitement and hope that she’d take a look with him.

“Outstanding?” she asked and smiled as she pushed her ass out to better capture his now hard penis with her butt like she did in the pool back when everything was innocent.

“Well, you are, as always. Although I did an amazing job too, based on your reactions,” Matt said proudly.

“I would like to see it actually. With you. Once. And then we delete it forever. Ok, baby?” Beth stated honestly and then gasped when Matt’s cock slid effortlessly into her soaking wet pussy.

They ended up watching it several times over the next few months.

Beth told him he could keep it, and it became one of Matt’s most prized and secured possessions.

When Matt and Patrick moved away to college, Beth got herself a large German Shepard puppy.

She said it was to keep her from getting lonely and also to keep her safe when Chris was away from home during business trips.

Nobody noticed that Beth kept buying peanut butter, even though no one ever ate it.

During his first few college years, Matt spent all the time he could with her when he came home for his school breaks.

And after Chris died, Beth was free to visit Matt whenever she wanted, which was often.

Each knew from the beginning that what they had was just for fun and would soon have to come to an end.

Their age difference was just too significant to do anything to make them both happy.

Beth had passed the point in her life where she was willing to relocate for him or have more children if he wanted, and Matt was expecting to move multiple times as he pursued his career in financial investments.

Eventually, Matt fell in love with a woman at the company where he worked, and they planned to get married.

At the same time, Beth had been dating a wonderful man who made her very happy as well.

The night before Matt’s wedding ceremony, Beth and Matt made love.

Trying to please Matt one last time, Beth dressed in an insanely sexy wedding dress outfit.

The “dress” was actually honeymoon lingerie, including a sheer veil, sheer white thigh-highs and extremely high heels.

It was all ripped into pieces by morning.

With one final kiss, they both vowed that this would be their last time together.

It wasn’t.



The End

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