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Subject: {ASSM} Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife (M+/F, Blackmail, Coer)
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WARNING:
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following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and
contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult,
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is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

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DISCLAIMER: All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to
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Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife

	By Not my story

	Part One

	Debra Barone drove her car into the uncertain fate that awaited her.
Her ordeal had all began some three months ago. First she found the
photos in a large blue envelope left in the car seat while she was
dropping the twins off at school. She had immediately recognized the
photos. She had allowed her old boyfriend Nick to take them of her
back before she had met Ray. At the time she had convinced herself it
was art but now looking back in retrospect it was nothing more than
smutty porn. She couldn't believe she had ever allowed him to take the
photos like this of in the first place. But in her defense she had
been young and stupid. She was an adventurous college student at the
time experimenting with her own sexuality. When they finally broke up
he swore he had given her all the prints and negatives. She took them,
and convinced she had them all she burnt them and put it behind her.
She met Ray several months later and never looked back. She had
attended Nick's funeral just over a year ago. His carefree life had
been the cause for his early demise, and as Debra looked back at the
life she had before Ray and her life now she knew she had made the
right choice. She had a loving husband and 3 wonderful children. Sure
Ray was an idiot sometimes but he was her idiot and she loved him.

	The first note had warned her not to tell anyone or else. It
threatened everyone starting with her Mother-in-law Marie would see
the photo's of her if she didn't do exactly as she was instructed. The
note instructed her to go to a local motel after dropping her kids off
at school. She was told to put on the included blindfold and knock on
the door of room 315. With the warning of what would happen if she
refused she knew she had no choice but to obey.

	Debra knew there was no way she could ever let Marie see the photos
of her. The women already hated her or so it felt. Deep down she
thought Marie actually loved and accepted her as her daughter-in-law,
but the photos would change that and ruin her life. No way would the
saint Marie ever accept the fact that her little angel Ray had married
a tramp who would have had photos like that taken of her. She would
never let Debra live it down. That would be bad enough if they only
saw them a few times a year that she would have to suffer through, but
to live next door to Marie and have to face her day after day, no way
could she live with that. There was no way she could allow that to
happen. She decided to do as the note instructed to keep those photos
from her family. She feared what might happen but believed she could
handle it. She wouldn't do anything else to jeopardize her marriage,
but she had to get those photos back without anyone else seeing them.

	She arrived at the motel that day and followed the instructions on
the note to the letter. Standing in front of the door she placed the
blindfold over her eyes and timidly knocked on the door and waited.
After what seemed like an eternity standing at the door blindfolded
she heard it open. She flinched as a gentle hand took hold of her arm
and led her into the room. Debra Barone's heart stopped as a quiet
voice told her to have a seat, her purse was taken from her hand as
she was guided into the chair. She had worn one of Ray's sweatshirts
and sweatpants under the thick winter coat she wore. She had tried to
ugly herself up the best she could. She wore no make-up and leaving
her hair a mess from restless nights sleep. The triple layer of
clothes she wore made it impossible to see her figure. Debra had
stopped by the bank and an ATM taking out a cash advance on a credit
card gathering all the cash she could, she only hoped it would be
enough. She had no idea how much money it would take to buy back the
photos but she knew she had to get them.  She waited in silence
listening to the motion around her. She thought there must be two or
more people in the room from the sounds she heard.

	Deciding five minutes of silence must have passed Debra finally spoke
up. "Hello?" she said the fear echoing in her voice.

	"Yes Mrs. Barone what can I do for you?" the soft voice responded to
her.

	"I.... I don't. well I just wondered what was happening?" she said

	"What do you think is happening?" the voice asked 
	
	"Um well I don't know." She paused "I guess I just don't understand
why I'm here." She asked sounding confused and worried

	"Well you drove yourself here Mrs. Barone I would hope you know why
you're here." The voice said smugly. "So why don't you tell me why
you're here?"

	"Aaugh well I guess... no I mean I came her to get the pictures. I uh
don't really have a lot of money but I brought what I could so... well I
mean what do you want for the pictures?" Debra asked more concerned
than she let on.

	"I would like to know what it is you think I want for those pictures
Mrs. Barone?" the voice asked again.

	"I thought you would want money. I mean my husband he's a writer for
Newsday and so I thought you know that you thought we had money and
you could blackmail me for some quick cash." She said skeptically

	"No you didn't Mrs. Barone. We both know what you thought we would
want from you." The voice said menacingly "but for now I just want to
ask some questions Mrs. Barone."

And so it began.

	For three hours Debra was interrogated by the voice. She was never
touched and no one made a move on her as she sat terrified of what was
to come. The hours passed and by the end he had begun to ask her more
and more personal questions. Questions about her sex life with Ray and
her sex life before she had met him. She was asked about the photo's
and when they were taken. She was forced to tell every detail of her
life most importantly of her sex life. She was forced to say how many
partners she had been with every detail about them. She got more
concerned as the questioning continued it seemed as if he already knew
the answers to many of the questions. The fact is every time she would
try to lie to the voice he called her on it telling her he knew she
had lied and demanded she tell him truth. It had been a grueling three
hours when the voice told her she would be free to go she just had to
wait two minutes before she could remove the blindfold and leave.

	It had been bad but the worst part was she had never had a chance to
talk about getting the photo's back. She went for another four weeks
before hearing from her blackmailer again. She then received another
envelope containing even more photo's of her. This envelope included
several shots she couldn't remember Nick having taken of her. The
photos showed her with men other than Nick. She was shocked and
infuriated as she put what had happened together in her mind. Nick had
a thing for blindfolds himself he used to love to tie her to the bed
then blindfold her before making love to her. Only now did she know it
hadn't been Nick but his friends who would have there way with her as
she lay helplessly on the bed.

	Again the envelope had contained a note and another blindfold. She
was instructed to do the same as she had the first time. She was at
least relieved by the timing of these demands. Ray and his parents
where picking up the kids from school that day and taking them camping
for the weekend. She had already planned on driving to see her mother
after dropping the kids off that morning. Now she would just have to
leave from the motel. At least she would have a few days away from Ray
and the kids to deal with what ever was to come.

	Again she had been led into the room and sat in silence for what
seemed like an eternity. The first thing the voice had said to her was

"Open your mouth."

Reluctantly she did as she was instructed. As soon as she did a small
rubber ball was forced inside her mouth spreading her jaw apart
painfully. Within a second another set of hands had grabbed her arms.
Almost instantly the ball gag had been latched in place behind the
back of her head. The sleeve of her coat and sweatshirt where pulled
up her arm. A cold cotton swab was rubbed on her forearm before the
needle pushed effortlessly thru her skin. That was the last thing she
remembered before waking up Sunday afternoon in her own bed at home.

	Debra Barone awoke both tired and sore, a painful ache in her crotch,
ass, breast and mouth. In truth every inch of her body ached from her
ordeal. She knew she had sex, lots of sex. In fact she had more sex
than she could hope to count from the time she arrived at that hotel
room. Her memory of the events that weekend was foggy almost dream
like. Her memory started back in the hotel room. There had been at
least half a dozen men in the room that morning. She remembered the
blindfold being taken off her, allowing her to see the room full of
men. She didn't think she had recognized any of them but the memories
were so foggy she couldn't be sure.

	The men had taunted her for several minutes after the blindfold had
been removed, giving the drug time to work. Then they released her
arms and removed the gag. They allowed her to rest in the chair for
only minutes before her nightmare began. Then she remembered being
asked to strip. Oh god the cameras, she had stripped for the group of
men in front of at least two cameras. As she lay there recalling the
events of that weekend she found herself unable to believe what had
happened. She had begun to dance and even flirt with the men as they
helped her remove the many layers of clothes she wore.

	Oh God no she screamed to herself she had been filmed having sex with
multiple men and not just having sex. She had enjoyed it. She had done
it willingly she had....

	She cried herself into the shower as she tried to wash away the
memory of what had happened and what she had done. The fact was that
other than having had her already neatly trimmed bush now shaved clean
she could find now other signs of her infidelity on her body. Debra
stayed in the shower for over and hour and a half, crying at the
painful memories from that weekend. At least Frank installing that new
water heater had paid off she had thought. Then wondering what sick
things the crude old man would say if he knew how she had spent her
weekend.

	She remembered leaving the hotel room after satisfying all the men
there. Before they left she had been helped to shower and cleaned by
several eager fellows. Her short red dress Ray's favorite in fact had
been handed to her to put on. She was given her makeup bag and
instructed to doll herself up nice. She left the hotel looking like a
million bucks despite just being used like a cheap slut by a group of
strange men. Three of the men took her to a fine restaurant downtown.
After the group had finished dinner Debra was taken to the dance floor
where she was swapped from one partner to another as the men she came
with returned to their table and began speaking to different men who
would join them at the table. Debra danced for over half an hour while
her blackmailers talked at the table. Finally one of them approached
her. He instructed her to accompany Mr. Smith for the time being.

	Mr. Smith if that was his name was at least sixty years old and
obviously lonely. She accompanied him to a hotel next door to the
restaurant. In retrospect she couldn't understand why she had done it
but she had. When they entered the room the old fellow had gotten all
over her. She remembered being there and succumbing to his aggressive
sexual advances but she still couldn't figure out why she allowed it
to happen. In less than an hour he had finished with her and kissing
her on her head he dressed and placing several bill's on the dresser
he left.

	Debra lay on the bed looking up as her older lover went to leave.
When he opened the door he was greeted by two of Debra's blackmailers.
She remembered seeing the money from Mr. Smith sitting on the dresser
picked up by one of the two men. As he left they entered they were
quick to help her get cleaned up and retouch her make-up before they
took her down to the hotels bar. No sooner had they arrived than Debra
was given a tall fruity drink and introduced to a Mr. Jones. She was
hurried to finish the drink before she was told to show Mr. Jones some
local entertainment. As soon as she sat her finished drink down on the
bar Mr. Jones escorted her back to the same hotel room. She noted the
bed had been remade and a bottle of champagne had been opened and left
on ice.

	If Mr. Smith had been Sixty Mr. Jones was his older brother. He
poured them each a glass of champagne and sat and watched as she
sipped hers while sitting on the edge of the bed. When she had
finished he began to instruct her on what he wanted her to do. Again
she had obeyed his every wish standing and slowly dropping her dress
to the floor. She climbed on the bed as he asked and began to tease
her nipples as he directed, then rubbing ice from the champagne across
her breast and then her crotch. Soon she was diving her fingers
erotically into her now well used cunt. She couldn't remember when he
joined her only that he had. He had used her as so many others that
day.

Again as he left, her blackmailers returned, took the money he left
and helped her clean up and then returned her to the bar. No sooner
would she get there than she would be sent back to the room with
someone else. By eleven at night this had been repeated over and over
again she was unsure how many times.

Saturday had been a day of the same she had awoken to a shot in the
arm and dick in the ass. After the three men in the room had used her
she was given the morning after pill and some breakfast. The group
stayed in the hotel room till some time after lunch. Debra had been
well cleaned in every way possible to start her second day on the job
nice and clean.

They took the young mother to a local shop where they bought her a
dress that barely covered her thirty something body. After having her
eat a light dinner and several mixed drinks Debra was taken back to
the hotel room. At the direction of her blackmailers she put on her
new black dress and plenty of make-up. She had been given a pair of
six inch heels to wear but after falling down twice before getting out
of the room they let her wear a four inch pair out of necessity.

The men took her to an exclusive nightclub were they danced and had
her flirt for several hours. By 9 p.m. the club had opened its
exclusive Vip area. Unlike some clubs that had only a small room the
VIP room here was a club of its own. As Debra was escorted back to the
room by some type of security person she saw one of her blackmailers
taking a large wad of cash from some sort of club management. As she
watched this one of the other blackmailers whispered in her ear.

"Just do everything you're told Mrs. Barone. You do anything anyone
wants like a good girl you understand me?"

She remembered shaking her head in acceptance of his orders as the two
separated and she was lead into the posh exclusive VIP room.

Inside the room a group of the cities young elite indulged in all
their carnal desires. Drugs like Ecstasy where everywhere throughout
the room and it took only seconds before she was ushered onto the
dance floor. The Music was load and thumping she had never heard
anything like it before. The dancing was also foreign to her as her
partner on the dance floor ground his body into hers in a most elicit
display.
She was eventually pulled from the dance floor where she was given a
drink she wasn't sure what it was a screwdriver she thought. As she
sipped on her drink one of her former dance partners brought a pill to
her lips and slipping it in her mouth he brought her glass back to her
lips for her to wash it down. Once she finished her drink he took her
back onto the floor. This time the grinding really started to effect
her as her arousal grew the longer the dance went on.

	Unsure when or how she remembered being laid on one of the large
couches lined up around the walls of the room. Her dress was bunched
up at her waist as her dance partner began sucking heavily on her
breast, his fingers exploring her cunt. Her eyes explored the room and
she noted she must be one of the older women in the room, perhaps the
oldest. As time past her former dance partner had ravished her and
left her lying there for the next lucky fellow. It took no time at all
before he was replaced by a tall strapping black man. She remembered
looking down at her crotch as the dark shaft was pumped inside her
body over and over again, disappearing deep inside her. She remembered
his gushing climax as he sprayed his seed across her face jabbing his
spewing cock at her mouth.

	He was quickly replaced by another then another. She found herself
sandwiched between two men one thrusting his rigid cock into her
tightly clenched ass from below while another rammed her cunt from the
top. As she screamed in discomfort someone else shoved a cock into her
open mouth. She remembered looking around the room at the time and
seeing other women in similar situations lying on couches around the
room. The VIP had become an all out orgy with more people entering all
the time. Her memory of the rest of the evening faded into the orgy
she found herself apart of.

     By the time Ray and the kids had made it home she had stopped her
crying but only because she didn't think she was physically capable of
shedding even one more tear. She tried to act normally as she greeted
her husband and the children, and of course it wasn't an hour before
Ray's parents and his brother had come over.

	She suffered thru the evening and the next several days. She had been
able to put Ray off for several days but eventually she agreed to his
request for sex. She had shaved herself clean before so Ray only
mentioned it in passing. He told her it was some how better than he
remembered. This frightened her did he know? No of course he didn't
she wasn't on ESPN he had to be clueless she reassured herself as she
rolled over to fall asleep.

     

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