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Subject: {ASSM} : Poker Wife Part 22 ( M+\F, Blackmail,  N/C, bond)
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Note to readers: The original author, Lisa Laten wrote the original 4 chapters,
then stopped. I have elected to continue this fine story. While I will attempt
to continue in the same style as Lisa Laten, but since I am not, I most likely
will add my own style to this fine story.

I also want to give a big thanks to Ted E. Bear, who reformatted and proof
read the story, both my portions as well as Lisa's.

                            Not My Story

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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is
for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit
sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read
6any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

This is a copyrighted work. Copyright by Lisa Laten & Not My Story. Reposting
or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express, written
permission of the copyright holder, except that it may be posted as part of a
review or posted to a free-access, noncommercial archive sites.

DISCLAIMER:
All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone, either alive or
dead, is purely coincidental.

Please!      Send me your comments!

Email to notmystory@kc.rr.com
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                               Poker Wife 
                               By Not My Story


As Lisa sat down on the couch in his office,Mr. James' dick twitched. Here she
was, and he had total control over her. His feeling of power and manliness
welled up inside of him. His dominance over the young lady unquestioned.

As the door closed, Lisa began, "Master, I have to know what happened to Terri.
I got a call and no one was there, but in the background, I could here a
muffled cry. I just have to know if she's OK and what Danielle has done to
her." and then she began to cry.

James sat back in his chair, unsure of how to answer her question. Deciding
that no answer would sound better than the truth, he told her, "Danielle
chartered a jet, and flew down to Mexico with Terri, Ron, Mike and Carl. The
next day she called, and had me send Brian there on a business trip, to join
them. I haven't seen or heard from any of them since they left."

Lisa sat there stunned, not sure what else to say, or ask. Looking at the girl,
and the blank stare on her face he prodded her on. "Any other questions slave?"

Now having some time to ponder his answer, she asked, "What are they doing in
Mexico?"

James smiled broadly and said, "Well I am afraid that my wife doesn't keep me
in the loop on the specifics, but I do know that Brian insisted on joining
them, and had wanted to go all along. It took Danielle an extra day, before
she agreed to let him join their little party."

Lisa was stunned by this news. Why would Brian have insisted on going with
them? Did he feel the need to protect Terri? Did he know something he hadn't
told her?

Mr. Kelly could no longer resist. He stood up from his desk, a tent in his
pants and walked over to the door, turning the knob and locking the door.
Lisa, hearing the click of the lock, suddenly began to think that this might
not have been such a good idea. As he approached his prey, he saw the fear in
her eyes, and knew that it was well placed.

He stood over her and said, "Slave, I want to see you naked." Lisa sat there
looking up at him, not making a move. "Now Slave! Take your clothes off."

She knew that she had to obey him, and began to undress. He was relieved that
she had done as he had told her, not knowing what he would have actually done
if she had refused. He stood there watching her remove her clothes. As she
slid her panties down her legs, he held his hand out, gesturing for her to put
them in his hand. As she placed her panties in her master's hands, she noticed
the small wet spot forming in his pants. Seeing her gaze on his cock, he
ordered her to, "Take it out slave."

Lisa began to unbutton his trousers. As she unzipped his pants, he reached out
and touched her face, running his finger over her enlarged lips and across her
cheeks. As she lowered his pants, and pulled his underwear down, she saw his
cock for the first time. After all her experiences with men, she found his
cock rather small and lacking thickness. There was also a funny scar across
the top of his shaft. As she examined her master's pitiful tool, a smirk came
across her face. Seeing her expression, as she looked at his prick, James got
angry and yelled, "Slut!" as he slapped her across her face. The blow knocking
her off of the couch and onto the floor.

Furious by her reaction, he grabbed her by her hair, and pulled her to her
feet. He slapped her again, harder than the first time. As she fell to the
floor again, he grabbed the phone from the table next to the couch, and pulled
the cord out of the wall. Taking the phone cord, he wrapped it around her neck
twice, and then began to pull her to her feet.

As he placed the cord around her neck, Lisa feared for her life, and began to
scream, afraid that he would kill her right there, right then. As he tightened
his grip on the cord, she tried to get away from him, for which she received
a knee to the stomach, knocking the air out of her for her trouble. Falling to
the floor from the blow, she felt her life being squeezed out of her body.

James stood over his slave, content to choke the bitch to death. He had never
struck a woman before today, however, he had felt humiliated and ashamed when
this little slut smirked at him, after seeing his prick. Who the hell did she
think she was? He had seen her with ... well anyway, who was she to look at
him like that?

As he watched her eyes flutter, and her screams weakened, he realized that he
had no choice but to release her. Not troubled by her screams, he had gotten
his office sound proofed years ago. That allowed him to scold his employees in
total privacy, but he had never dreamed of doing anything like this to anyone,
except maybe Danielle, his bitch of a wife, who had treated him so badly for
so many years.

As he loosened his grip on the cord, she began to suck in the air, trying to
refill her deprived lungs. His cock was stiffer now than he could ever remember
it being his whole life. He dragged her onto the couch and pulled her ass over
the arm. He gazed down to see the 'D' branded into her burnt flesh. After over
two weeks, it still looked fresh. She had refused to seek medical attention,
even though it may have been infected, because she was so ashamed of it.

Deciding the better of it, he flipped his slave over still holding onto the
phone cord. Looking down at her panties, that he still held in his other hand
he shoved them into her gasping mouth. Taking his now free hand, he threw one
of her legs away from her body, and glared down at her still hairless cunt.

Feeling his power over her again, he stepped up to her and drove his cock deep
into her pussy. Basking in his feeling of power, he lifted his head up in
victory. As his gaze rose, he saw the picture of his wife Danielle on the wall
staring at him. Her eyes piercing through him from the photograph, and he
froze. His erection fell, as he stared back at the photo of his evil wife.

Lisa's eyes opened, looking at her attacker, as his now limp cock slipped from
her pussy. Unsure of what had happened, but knowing that he had only thrust
into her once, and didn't leave his seed.

She looked at her master, unsure as to what to do. He stepped away from her
yelling, "Get out! Get out of here!"

Lisa was shocked by this turn of events, as she quickly pulled her blouse and
pants back on, not even bothering to take her panties out of her mouth, or
untangling the phone cord from her neck. As she hurriedly put on her clothes,
he said, "Meet me at Danielle's play house tonight at six, you've got the
address bitch."

She grabbed her bra from the floor and pulled the panties out of her mouth, as
she unlocked the door, and left his office. The phone cord still dangling from
her neck, with red welts now forming where he had choked her with it. She
hurried out of the office, trying to stuff her bra and panties into her pocket,
not looking up at any of the men or women, as she scurried from the building.

James Kelly sat behind his desk, humiliated and ashamed. Even when she was a
thousand miles away, somehow his wife still was able to control him. Thinking
back on what had just happened, he vowed to have Lisa, no matter what.

Knowing that he would need help, he called the restaurant that Danielle had
made him take Lisa to before. He tried as best as he could to make a special
arrangement, like he had gotten before. The man on the other end seemed
clueless, and Mr. Kelly was unable to come out and say exactly what he was
looking for, to get his date gang raped by the patrons like before. He hung up
the phone, never having made a reservation.

James sat there contemplating his options for twenty minutes, when it hit him.
He pulled out his wallet, and took Scott's business card from it. Scott had
given him the card that night in the alley, while Lisa was being raped by the
street punks. he dialed the number and waited. When the phone was picked up,
it was a machine. "Hello, this is Scott's Custom Productions. Currently we're
out doing a shoot out of town, but should be back in 6 to 8 weeks. Leave your
message at the beep.

"Damned!" he thought. He now didn't know who to turn to. Danielle had set up
everything before now, he had tried to stay totally uninvolved. He popped in
the tape from that first night at the play house. As he watched Andy tying
Lisa to the table, he saw his opportunity.

It was 4:05 when he asked his secretary to find Andy's parents phone number.
He was able to give her the boy's last name, and the street that he should be
on. She seemed confused by his request, but knowing better than to question
her boss, she quickly found the number for him.

He dialed Andy's parent's house and waited for it to be picked up. Questioning
his own decision to bring the boy back into it, but not knowing where to else
to turn. Andy answered the phone on the fourth ring sounding winded, "Yea,
hello."

James waiting a few seconds replied "Hello Andy. This is James Kelly, perhaps
you remember me."

"Look dude, if this is about the videos on e-bay, I stopped selling them when
your wife told me to stop. I don't know who's selling the custom videos. I
thought that it must have been you guys." Andy stammered out, obviously
worried about what Danielle would do to him.

"What? No this is not about the videos. I would like to make you an offer.
You showed great promise in how you used Lisa. I would like to see what you
could throw together for her again." he told the boy.

"Really dude? That's awesome! I've really missed, ... well you know." he
replied.

"Yes, I know. How about you be at my wife's place at 6:30 tonight? Could you
keep it simple. I know this is a last minute thing." James said to the kid.

"Sure, I got a great idea." Andy replied.

As Lisa walked into her house, cursing herself. Why had she gone to the office?
She know new only a little more than she did when she had left. Except now,
she had attracted Mr. Kelly's attention again, and had to submit to more abuse.
She looked at the time, and knew that she had to get ready. After showering
and putting on her make-up she went to the closet to find something to wear.
She no longer had the gowns Mr. Kelly had sent her in the past, and had thrown
out must of her own more revealing clothing. Not sure what he expected from
her, she flipped through the clothes on the hangers.

She then saw it, as she glanced down while looking through her remaining
clothes. On the floor, in the back of the closet, she found a dry cleaning bag
hanging over a hanger. Curious, she picked it up and took it to the bed.
Removing the bag from the hanger, she saw that it was her skirt and top from
the first poker game. She knew that Brian must have had it cleaned, and hid it
from her. In a fit of rage, she picked up the clothes and threw them in the
trash can, thinking that she never wanted to wear that outfit ever again.

She returned to the closet, and spent thirty minutes trying to find something
that she thought would satisfy Mr. Kelly, not wanting to anger him. She gave
up, as she had thrown away everything that was the least bit sexy. She walked
back into the bedroom, and glanced at the time. "Shit! I'm going to be late!"
she thought, and knew that she had to hurry up. Not seeing anything else, she
grabbed the clothes that she had just thrown away, from the trash, and put
them on. Looking at herself in the mirror, before she left, and she was
horrified. Her once tight t-shirt was now too small for her enlarged breasts,
and were busting out of the low cut top. Even with her pouty lips, and her
hair a different color and style, she saw herself as the slut that they had
made her into.

She got there three minutes late, and was fearful of what punishment she would
face for her tardiness. As she walked to the house, she saw the for sale sign
in the front yard of the home.

She knocked on the door, and heard Mr. Kelly tell her to come in. As she
entered, she noticed that the house looked empty, as all the furniture was
gone. Mr. Kelly was on his cell phone in the kitchen and he hung up the phone
just as she walked in.

They spent the next twenty minutes standing in the kitchen, neither one of
them speaking. Lisa stood in the center of the kitchen, while Mr. Kelly leaned
against the counter, occasionally walking around her, silently looking over
her body. He noted that she had lost several pounds since the first video that
he had seen of her, but even as thin as she was now, she still looked
incredible. Finally, a knock on the front door broke the awkward silence.

"Get the door slave." He finally said.

She was shocked as she opened the door, and saw Andy standing in front of her.
She had felt confident, that after that day with Terri and the poker game,
that she would never have to be face to face with him again.

Smiling, Andy said "Hello Lisa. It's so good to see you again."

Lisa stood there speechless, not knowing what to say to the punk.

"What's a matter babe, not happy to see me?" he asked, as her walked by her,
carrying a large duffle bag, and a couple of folding chairs. Following Andy
into the house, was his father and a couple of Andy's cousins. All of the men
carried in chairs, and then a large, folding, round, wooden table was rolled
in by none other than their neighbor, Dr. Rosenbloom.

"Well, hello Lisa! My you look like you've lost some weight. I think that
maybe we should give you a physical tonight." the good doctor said.

Humiliated again by her young neighbor, she closed the door, as the last of
the five men entered the house and following them into the main room, where
the men began to set up the tables and chairs. While the others were setting
up, Andy and Mr. James had walked over to the corner, and were talking. No one
was paying any attention to Lisa.

Laughing, as they walked over to her, Andy said, "Lisa honey, how ironic you
wore that outfit. I brought one over just like it, but since yours looks its a
little smaller than the one that I brought, we'll go with your's. Now honey,
we're going to play some poker, just like that night when you did it with Ron,
your husband and their buddies. And just like that night, whoever wins gets
the remote, and you have to do whatever they say. You got it honey?"

Looking at her master for approval, she said, "Yes." as she saw him nod his
head.

The game began, and Mr. Kelly told Lisa to go get the beer, from the back of
the truck out front. She had to make three trips, to bring in all of the beer
that the men had brought with them, and placed them in the refrigerator, before
returning to the game.

"You silly little bitch, you didn't bring us any! Get everyone a beer,
including yourself." her master told her.

She did as she was told, going back into the kitchen and bringing back a beer
for everyone. Just as she got back into the room, Andy's cousin Heath had won
the round.

"OK, so I guess you have to do what I say, huh?" Heath asked her.

"Yes, that's how it works." Lisa responded sarcastically.

"Damn you got a sharp tongue, hope it don't hurt my dick." he replied, getting
a laugh from the others at the table. "First let me ask you, do you remember
anything from the night Andy had you dress up like a catholic high school girl?
Don't forget you have to tell the truth."

"No, not really. The last thing that I remember was getting into the car." she
told him honestly.

"Fuck! I wanted to make sure that you'd remember me. Oh well, I guess I'll
have to leave a more lasting impression on you tonight. Now suck my dick."

As the game continued, she kneeled down under the table to suck his cock. He
wasn't erect when she had pulled his prick out of his pants, so she tried to
jerk him off a little first, to get him hard. Not getting what he had asked
for he said "Bitch, I didn't ask for a hand job. Now suck my dick."

She was forced to do as he asked, so she placed his limp dick into her mouth,
and began to suck on it, now like an old pro. She had her nose in his thick
patch of pubic hair, and it smelled terrible. She began to wonder when was the
last time that he had bathed. She had sucked pig's dicks that smelled better
than this.

As her whole mind was thinking about the horrible smell, she hadn't noticed
how Andy's father had reached under her skirt, and had worked his fingers
under her panties. She first noticed the intrusion when he slipped his finger
into her bald cunt. She didn't stop giving Heath a blow job, even though she
was being fingered from behind, and was unaware that Doug had won the next
round.

As she continued sucking Heath's cock, she felt something cold near her ass,
and as she looked back, she saw Doug with a beer bottle, as he pulled her
panties off. He then placed the mouth of the bottle right up to the opening of
her hot, wet pussy. As he slid the bottle into her, she moaned from around the
smelly dick in her mouth. The bottle neck filled her with its cold sensations
as it was worked in and out of her sex.

Heath finally shot his load into her mouth, just as the round ended. Andy's
Father had won the hand. He ordered Lisa, who was now wiping her cum covered
face, to get them all more beer. The cold bottle of beer was pulled from her
cunt and she went to get the men another beer. When she returned, she handed
out the beer to the men. Ted, Andy's father, ordered her to chug a bottle of
beer. He told her that if she chugged it in just ten seconds, that he would
let her rest the remainder of the round. So she picked up her new bottle of
beer, and started to open it.

"No not that one dummy, use the one that was in your cunt." he said, handing
her the bottle that they had used in her cunt.

Reluctantly, she took the bottle. When Ted told her go, she began to chug the
beer down as fast as she could. As the men counted, while she guzzled the beer.
She knew at seven, that she was in trouble, having well over half of the beer
still in the bottle. She opened her mouth, and let the beer literally pour into
her throat, barely gulping as it went straight down into her stomach. Some
splashed onto her face, and dripped down her chin, as the men said ten. She
had lost. Ted then ordered her to finish it in one swig and she complied. Ted
then told her she could try again handing her the new bottle. She tried again
this time letting the beer spill out, down her cheeks and onto her chest.

The cold liquid made her nipples harden instantly, as she chugged it down, but
it took her twelve seconds. She had probably swallowed two thirds of it, while
spilling the rest. She had gotten so close, but ....

"Hey, dad, why don't we give her one more shot at it?" Andy said, pulling out
a half pint of Jack Daniels.

"Here, give this a try." Ted said, handing her the bottle, "I'll tell you what
if you chug this bottle, you can have the next two rounds off, what do you
guys say?"

All the men around the table chimed in that they would agree to those terms.
Lisa looked at the bottle, other than an occasional beer, the most she had
ever drunk, was a few glasses of wine.

"Okay." she said, opening the bottle.

As Ted said go, she took her first swig, thinking that she might be able to
win this time. The hot liquid burned her throat, as it went down. She almost
puked, gagging on the liquid, she pulled the bottle away from her mouth.
Having sucked down about half the bottle, she tried to calm herself, preparing
for her next swig. "Six, Seven, Eight." She brought the bottle to her lips
and chugged. The last Drop empting from the bottle as the men said eleven.

"I'm sorry Lisa honey, you lose again. Now take off that wet top." Ted told
her.

Lisa began to cry, having worked so hard, only to lose again. She pulled the
clinging T-shirt free from her body, while Ted stood and dropped his pants,
before sitting back down.

"Come over here sweetie, and sit on ol' Ted's lap, Honey." he ordered her.

As she walked over to him, the men could tell that the alcohol was already
having an effect on the small women. As she began to sit down on his lap, he
helped her down the rest of the way, guiding her wet cunt over his semi-erect
cock. As his dick slipped past her cunt sphincter, the men heard a moan slip
from her mouth. He then began to bounce her up and down on his cock, as she
continued moaning, as she got more and more aroused from the ride.

It took two more hands for Ted to shoot his load into her. The winner of each
hand made her chug another beer, while she continued to ride Ted's cock.

As Ted finished with her, she was thrown up onto the table. The men began to
drop their pants, so that they were ready to use her. Lisa, now too drunk to
be coherent of her situation, serviced each man as he presented her his cock.
For the first round of let's fuck Lisa over, most of them came in her mouth,
and for the rest of the night, they mainly thrust their pricks into her ass or
cunt. The men, including the doctor, had quickly helped her out of all of her
clothes.

As the doctor finished using her, Andy said, "Try this dad." as he lay down
on the table, and placed Lisa on top of him, pulling her cunt onto his dick.
He then bent her over him and said, "Come on dad, work it into her ass!"

Not needing much encouragement Ted thrust his dick into her butt. Lisa, in a
state of drunken awareness, looked down to see Andy fucking her from below.
Then, looking over her shoulder, she saw the boy's father plugging her ass from
behind. The sick prevision of the situation caused her to begin sobbing again.
As the father and son duo finished up, leaving their spunk inside of the
helpless woman, they were quickly replaced by Andy's cousins.

As Doug pulled her over, onto his cock, he reached up and placed a clothes pin
on her right nipple. The pain seared through her abused, sensitive nipple, and
throughout her entire breast, she cried out in pain. As she began to scream in
pain, Heath reached up, grabbed a handful of her hair, as he thrust his dick
into her ass. While she was being penetrated in both her lower fuck holes by
the cousins, Ted and Andy began to apply more clothes pins to her body. The
small pinching from each one, was more than she could handle. As the two men
continued to place the clothes pins onto her body, Lisa tried to remove some
of them, needing to ease the pain. As she reached for the second one, Ted
grabbed her arm, and placed a metal handcuff on it. Then grabbing her other
arm, he pulled them both behind her back, cuffing them together.

She was now unable to remove any of the clothes pins, and was soon covered
with them. They had made circles around her breasts, using the pins. Then they
began applying them to her belly, and even on her arms. As she begged for them
to stop, the men laughed and mocked her. At one point, Andy even placed a
clothes pin on her lips, pinning them closed for a moment, at least.

As the night dragged on for Lisa, all of the men had enjoyed using her body for
there pleasure, many times each. All the men that is, except for Mr. Kelly,
who sat there content to just watch, while his pet was used by the entire
group. He watched her get fucked in every conceivable manner by the men. They
used her any way that they felt like, not showing any concern for her comfort
or enjoyment.

As the men finished with her, they left her lying on the floor, doubled over
in pain, and she eventually passed out from a combination of the pain,
exhaustion, and alcohol. The five men then gathered their things, and began to
leave. Andy stopping to talk with Mr. Kelly before he left.

As James walked back into the room that Lisa was in, he saw her on the floor
covered with semen. The evening of seeing her defiled and used had left him
hard and horny. He walked over to her, dropped his pants, and gently pushed
her over onto her back, her hands still cuffed behind her.

Feeling her cuffed wrists being pushed into her back, Lisa began to awaken.
Looking up, she saw Mr. Kelly, nude from the waist down, standing over her.
As he dropped to his knees over her, she could see his erection. Grabbing her
hair, he pulled her face up and into his crouch. Knowing what she had to do,
she began to suck his dick.

She was lying in a very uncomfortable position, the handcuffs cutting into her
wrists and back. She coughed, unable to clear her throat, with his dick inside
of her mouth and James felt her teeth scrap his dick. Angry, and fearing that
she might bite him, he pulled back, and away from her. As he pulled away, he
slapped her hard across her face. Blood began to trickle down her busted open
lip and he began to feel his power returning.

Looking at the bleeding girl in front of him, he grabbed her ankles, pushing
them back towards her head, and over it. He saw her still puckered anus winking
at him, and lined his cock up with it. He took one hand, and slapped her
across her tits. The effect was two fold, first it knocked some of the clothes
pins off of her breasts, and then it made her scream in pain, as an added
bonus.

With his prick now lined up with her nether eye, he thrust into her, once
again grabbing her ankles and forcing them both as far apart, and back over
her head as he could. Her crying was an immense turn on to him, as he hammered
into her butt. He developed a rapid tempo, as he quickly thrust his cock into
her ass, and just as quickly yanked it out, but he was unable to keep it up
for long, and emptied his jism into her, after only a minute.

As he got up, he looked down at her and smiled. He had done it. There she lay
before him, used, abused and tortured, all for his amusement. He felt great,
as if he were truly a man again, and he was happy.

As he dressed and prepared to leave, she had slipped back into unconsciousness
again. He reached down, and undid the cuffs on her hands before leaving.
Taking one last look at his pet, covered in cum, and still with the clothes
pins scattered all over her body. He knew he would have her again.

Lisa awoke the next morning a killer head ache. Her body aching, and especially
the parts still being pinched by the clothes pins. As she started to pull
herself up, she noticed the man sitting in the folding chair in front of her.

She looked at the man wearing the golden blazer, and saw the grin on his face.
It was Kevin Jenkins, and she knew that the latest chapter, in her nightmare
of a life, was not yet over.

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