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Subject: {ASSM} Second Place Part 9 (nc, humil, blackmail)
Date: Sun, 8 Oct 2000 11:10:03 -0400
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Terri drove slowly, scanning the addresses on the houses she was
passing. It was beginning to get dark, and time was precious.
Enough was enough, the blonde had decided today. Danielle had turned
her into a call girl, made her get breast implants, forced her into
lesbianism, fucked her husband, stole and pawned her wedding band, had her
gang raped by all the men at the office, and had overall completely
humiliated Terri hundreds of times over.
It needed to end now. Terri knew she couldn't take much more of
Danielle's torment. She also had no idea how to put an end to the cycle of
abuse. Since her tormentor had carefully documented all of Terri's
illicit, immoral and illegal activities, the woman found herself at a
distinct disadvantage. She would need help.
Help, she hoped, would come in the form of Nicole Myers, a woman who had
grown up with Terri. Like both Terri and Danielle, she had been extremely
intelligent. And she was one of the few people whom Terri had grown up
with whom she hadn't alienated with her stuck-up, nose-in-the-air attitude.
(Nicole had actually graduated high school in three years, and so was gone
by Terri's senior year, when her head had inflated to roughly the size of a
watermelon.) After that, Nicole had gone off to college. To study law, if
Terri remembered correctly. And she hoped she did.
She had arrived. Parking the car, Terri walked up to the door and
knocked.
Nicole was a small, rather mousy looking woman. At 5'2, the dishwater
blonde was scarcely 100 pounds. A rather beautiful pair of hazel eyes,
hidden behind her glasses, were the highlight to an otherwise unimpressive
body. Nor had any men ever been impressed--Nicole had never even been on a
date, and lived alone. She worked as a paralegal and was working toward
her law degree, a goal which should be attainable within the year.
Now, sitting in Nicole's living room, Terri felt very conspicuous, her
36-triple D breasts nearly falling out of the cocktail dress which Danielle
had made her wear today. Nicole was only a 32-A and thus had no need for a
bra. (In her crueler days, Terri would have probably teased Nicole about
her "mosquito bites".)
Nicole, carefully eyeing Terri's sleazy manner of dress, spoke first.
"So, Terri, what brings you out this way?"
Terri nervously adjusted the hemline of her dress. Then she began.
"Nicole..... do you remember a girl who went to school with us....named
Danielle?"
And so Terri told her story.
-----------------
Nicole was horrified. Being forced to give oneself to be passed around
a group of men, like a party favor, for them to put their things in any and
every opening? Very bad, but not nearly as unthinkable as being made to
lick another woman DOWN THERE.....the very thought made Nicole want to
throw up.
But the analytical part of Nicole's mind kicked in. Was it possible
that Terri wasn't telling the truth? During high school, Nicole had
observed the buxom blonde doing some pretty cruel things to a lot of
people. The young paralegal had to admit to herself that the possibility
existed. Hell, working in a law office, she heard people lie through their
teeth every single day.
So, when Terri finished, the first question Nicole asked was "Can you
prove your story?" Having never had a real friend, people skills were not
Nicole's strong point.
Terri was outraged. "What....do you think I'd make up something like
that??? Do you think I just dress like this for the hell of it? DO YOU
WANT TO GET IN MY CAR, AND WE CAN DRIVE TO CARRIE'S HOUSE, SO YOU CAN SEE
MY HUSBAND'S CAR PARKED OUTSIDE IT????"
Undaunted, Nicole warned, "You can not sit in my house and scream at me
like this, or you will have to leave."
Lowering her voice, but just as angry, Terri continued. "Or....here.
You know I am blonde. How do you explain this?" Lifting her dress, Terri
showed the other woman her dyed jet-black pubic hair.
Nicole looked away, embarrassed and disgusted. "Terri, I am going to
have to ask you to excuse me. I have some things to do for tomorrow. I
will think about what you have said."
Terri lost it. "You'll THINK ABOUT IT???? Great!!!! While you're
'THINKING ABOUT IT', I'll be out there getting my asshole gang fucked,
while some other woman is off screwing my husband!!! Thanks a LOT!!!!!
It's no WONDER no man will go near you, with that attitude!!!!" Terri
immediately winced and wished she could pull the words back.
Her hostess rose. "Terri, I would like for you to leave. I can see you
haven't changed a bit." Nicole opened the front door for her guest. Just
then, Terri's pager went off. She froze.
"Nicole.....I'm sorry....I didn't mean....that remark was uncalled
for..... ...I'm sorry...." Nicole was still holding the door open.
"Please, Nicole, please help me. I realize I could have been a lot nicer
when I used to know you, and I shouldn't have yelled at you now. For God's
sake PLEASE. That page I just got? It's from Danielle. I have to call
her back, so she can tell me who to go fuck tonight" --Nicole looked
embarrassed at Terri's use of the word 'fuck'- "and if I don't call
back...." Terri trailed off.
Nicole paused. "You have to call her back.....and she's going to make
you go and make love to someone....for money?"
Love had nothing to do with it....but Rome wasn't built in a day, Terri
thought with relief. "Yes!" she said urgently. "That's what I've been
trying to tell you!"
Nicole shut the door, and looked at Terri would growing understanding.
And pity.
After calling Danielle and getting her instructions, Terri hung up the
phone. Nicole, listening in her den with her hand over the mouthpiece of
her phone, did likewise. Then the two began to formulate a plan.
Terri drove away from there feeling liberated, for the first time in a
long time. Nicole hadn't hugged her goodbye or tried to comfort her or
told her "everything is gonna be all right"--but she had promised to
discuss this with one of the attorneys she worked for, first thing in the
morning. And Terri was not about to fault the mousy young woman on her
people skills. After all, homecoming queen Terri could have easily invited
Nicole along on a group outing, or arranged a date between Nicole and one
of the many young men she had rejected in high school on a daily basis.
But instead, she had only cared about Terri, Terri.....Terri.
What Nicole did tell Terri, was that what Danielle was doing was
blackmail, and was illegal. The DA would likely recognize the extenuating
circumstances in the illegal acts Terri herself had committed. Terri WOULD
have to answer to Steven, but she was confident that she could eventually
win his forgiveness, and win him back.
Terri was so exhilirated that she zealously screwed the daylights out of
the three men who had paid Danielle for her services tonight. She scarcely
winced as each one of them took turns in her ass. After they had finished
and gotten dressed and ready to leave the hotel room, the blonde stopped
them, begging to be allowed to suck their cocks once more. She did so, and
after they left, she savored the aftertaste of their cum as if it were
champagne on New Years Eve. All in all, she felt great not for being a
slut, but for doing something of her own accord.
-----------------
The next morning, Terri nervously entered Danielle's office. Her soon
to be ex-tormenter was already seated at her desk.
"Good morning Terri."
"Good morning, Danielle." Danielle noted that her secretary hadn't
called her "ma'am", but kept quiet.
Settling into the chair across from Danielle, the blonde took a breath,
then began the speech she had rehearsed all night. "Danielle, I realize
that you may have been very angry at me for the things I did to you in the
past. But I don't think that gives you the right to blackmail me." Her
boss' eyes immediately grew alert at the mention of the word 'blackmail'.
Watch your step, Terri chided herself. Then continued.
"I don't think it gives you the right to force me to have sex with you.
I don't think it gives you the right to make me have sex with other men for
money." Danielle, surprisingly, seemed to be listening intently. And was
she sweating and trembling a little bit? "Now, I am truly sorry for the
way I treated you in the past. But I can't go on like this. I want my
life back. How about if we call it even?" The hook.
Danielle now spoke. "No. You are my property, Terri. If you try to
get away from me, or disobey me in any way" --the blonde was inwardly
patting herself on the back, Danielle was falling for this trap so
perfectly-- "all of the video tapes get sent to your husband, and the
confidential papers that you stole will go to the police. Oh, and I'll
have about ten keys of coke planted in your car, then phone in an anonymous
tip to the police." She stopped. "Anything else you want me to say?"
"What do you mean?" Terri stopped, a little confused.
Danielle merely held out her hand in a "give it to me" gesture.
"What...." Terri asked.
"The tape recorder, Terri." Danielle said tiredly, as if she were weary
of these types of games. "Open your purse and give it to me."
Too late, Terri noticed the blue print dress lying rumpled on the floor
near the window, next to a pair of plain white cotton panties.
Terri stared at the dress. A rather plain dress. One might even say, a
rather mousy dress. The kind one would expect would be worn by a rather
plain, rather mousy 26 year old woman.
Then Danielle rolled her chair back, revealing a naked Nicole kneeling
in front of her, dutifully licking her in the same way Terri licked her
every morning. Terri saw that the other woman's back and ass were covered
with bruises and welts. Dried deposits of cum were also visible on her
ass, thighs and her unshaven cunt hair.
Danielle, her voice filled with triumph. "Nicole, lover, say hello to
Terri."
Turning, the mousy young paralegal whispered
"H...h...hello.....Terri....." She was still wearing her glasses (but
absolutely nothing else) and they were completely fogged up. It was still
apparent that Nicole's eyes were red from a night of crying. Terri felt
the anger welling up inside her. Rising, she took her purse, and the tape
recorder concealed within.
Heading for the door, she hissed, "I'm going to the police, you sick
BITCH."
Then she turned for the door.....
....and walked right into Scott, accompanied by five of his coworkers.
Scott's "team" which had gangbanged Terri at her tit-warming party.
"What should we do with her?" Scott asked.
"Take her in the supply room and rape her." Danielle responded
disinterestedly.
"Any chance we could get another crack at Miss Prep Queen there?" Scott
inquired hopefully, indicating Nicole.
"Maybe later. She's being taught how to use her tongue at the moment,"
Danielle explained. Then, to Nicole, "I didn't tell you to stop. Keep
eating me, you little bitch."
As Terri was led away, she begged. For herself.....for Nicole.
Danielle wasn't listening at the moment.
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