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Subject: {ASSM} Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife p.16 (M+/F, Blackmail, Coer)
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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 any further. If it
is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

This is a copyrighted work. Copyright by Not My Story. Reposting
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Disclaimer: All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to
anyone, either alive or dead, is purely coincidental.

'Everybody Loves Raymond' is syndicated and (C) to King World
Studios West Inc. Usage of the characters here is in no way
reflective of the real show or the actors in it, and in now way
intended to undermine their values.

Please! Send me your comments! notmystory@kc.rr.com

(Note to readers after doing some research on-line I have
narrowed down that in the Second season the Debra character is
supposed to be somewhere between 33-35 years of age so I am
basing this story in that time frame FYI.)


                         Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife
                                 By Not My Story

                                    Part 16


Debra was in complete disbelief of her situation, as she felt her
face being rubbed back and forth over the lightly toasted, and
well buttered bread. Her body continued rocking back and forth on
the food, covering the shiny cold metal table. Her flailing arms
had knocked over a pitcher of maple syrup, and her stomach was
now coated in the sticky goo.

"Oh yeah!!!! I've even got some jobs already lined up for your
fine little ass." Mr. Bradley said, again dripping his saliva
onto her back. "You know, I think you'll close some really fine
deals between these legs of yours." he added hammering his prick
into her sore and abused ass.

After several minutes of rapid pounding, he stopped, his cock
buried in her ass to the hilt. Debra didn't move under him,
expecting to feel the release of his sperm in her ass at any
moment. He pulled his cock almost free of her sphincter, and then
rammed it all of the way back in violently. He then again slowly
withdrew his cock again, before repeating the process over and
over, again and again. His pace continued to increase with each
painful thrust. Her ass was unbearably sore already, and his
painful thrusts felt like tearing daggers, slicing her tender ass
hole apart.

The pain began causing tears to streak down her face, as she
again dealt with yet another assault. As his pace continued to
increase, he missed on one of his strokes, and stabbed his cock
into the skin around her pulverized anal eye. She screamed in
pain, as he tried to jam his prick back into her ass. As she
screamed in pain, he took a hold of her tossing head, and pulling
her by her hair, brought her head up to his own.

"Scream Deb! Scream for all that you're worth. There is plenty
more where this came from slut!" he said, laughing in her ear.
His hand now twisting her hair about painfully, as he violently
forced his cock deep into her ass. "You're mine! Say it Debra,
tell me that your mine. Tell me that you're my slut." he
screamed, violently jerking her hair.

"I'm your slut! Oh god, I'm your slut! Ouch!!" she screamed back
at him, in pain.

His seed erupted into her bowels, as he let out a howl of
dominance over her. Before his ejaculation had ended, he had
pulled his cock free of her ass, pulled her from the table, and
forced her to her knee's, where he quickly thrust his still
pulsing rod into her open mouth.

"Eat shit Deb. Your own shit that is." he said, coming down from
his own climax. "Clean it off!" he screamed, when she made no
movements on the cock in her mouth. "Fucking lick it clean slut!"
he commanded, twisting her hair in his hand.

Debra had become all too familiar with the flavors of the juices
that she now tasted in her mouth. Although still disgusted by the
taste and the smell of it, it was more the conscious thoughts
that caused her stomach to turn, than the actual physical act of
sucking his shit covered cock clean. She ran her tongue around
his prick, as she sucked the juices from it, making a loud, lewd
slurping noise, as she worked on it voraciously. Mr. Bradley
looked down at his new acquisition, and thought of how strange it
was.

In fact, she was older, and not as attractive as the woman that
he was now using in his business dealings. If it not for the fact
that he always felt like she was the little fish that got away,
he probably would have left her in the dungeon. He had dropped
the hints, and had others like Linda give her the hints. But she
had been oblivious to them.

Mr. Bradley was a man that got what he wanted, and he had wanted
Debra. He was a little disappointed when she hadn't fallen all
over him, but he hadn't pushed it, as he had bagged Linda
instead. But once he had gotten his fill of her, he had
instructed her to drop the hints to Debra. In fact, he had Linda
and two other girls from the office tell Debra what she needed to
do, to get ahead. But all Debra had done was to laugh them off.
Then she met this Ray, and soon she was spending all of her spare
time with him.

He had moved on to other women himself, but always kept the image
of Debra as the one that got away. She had been one of the few
women in his life that he had lusted after, that he had not
fulfilled his fantasy with. He then heard that she was the
dungeon, and was on his way there, when he heard of the troubles
that Mr. Fass was having over her not really being there
willingly.

He had wanted her for so long, that he feared that having only
one shot with her wouldn't be enough, so he made a deal. He had
bought her freedom, and paid well for it. The three slaves that
he had traded for her, had been some of his finest, but as with
all things, they where only possessions to be traded like any
other commodity. While the business sense in his mind told him
that he was making a bad trade, his other mind had plans of its
own.

When he felt that she had done as he had asked, he finally pulled
his spent cock from her mouth. He then pulled her to her feet,
bacon dangling from one breast, and eggs stuck on the other. He
pushed her back onto the table suddenly, feeling hungry.

Debra closed her eyes, feeling very sick, and close to vomiting.
She now found herself lying on her back, on the remnants of the
breakfast that she had been enjoying only minutes ago. Her back
ached, as she lay on what she guess was a spoon and a plate in
the small of her back. Mr. Bradley had begun to eat the food from
her body, as she lay heaving underneath him.

His tongue lapping the food from her skin was strangely erotic to
her, causing sparks to shoot through her skin. His tongue lapping
at the syrup, small nibbles on her skin, as he bit the food off
her. She began moaning from his touch.

He had dipped a sausage link into her cunt, before eating it in
two large bites. He next licked the syrup from her belly,
flicking everywhere at her skin, delicately touching her with his
tongue's course texture. She lay whimpering on the cold table
from her miserable position, and continuing agony.

After several more minutes he finished his meal, having dined off
of her body. Without bothering to clean himself up, or even pull
up his pants, he moved back over to his chair, as she slid off of
the table.

"Take a seat slut." he demanded, in a cold uncaring voice.

Debra took her seat, pulling the cold metal chair back to the
table, she had also noticed that the monitor across from her was
still showing scenes of her infidelities. She took a seat, and
lowered her gaze from the monitor, disgusted once again by her
actions.

"I have told you already that I have gone to great trouble to
free you from the dungeon, and the certain fate that you would
have met there. You put the future of many people on the line,
with your little escapade!" he told her, scolding her like a
child.

She looked up at him ready to correct him, to tell him that she
wasn't behind any of it. But the look that she saw in his eyes,
told her that it would only get worse for her, if she did.

"Now I did this because I like you Debra." he said, a little more
upbeat. "I also know that you're a hard worker, and will work
hard to pay me back, right?" he asked her.

She stared at him, imagining what he meant, and all the
implications of it.

"I'm right aren't I Deb?" he asked again, more annoyed now.

"Yes." she replied, as she again lowered her head, not wanting to
look at him.

"You'll help me close some deals?" he asked, and paused, taking a
deep breath "No matter what it takes, isn't that right Debra."

"Yes." she again replied.

"Good. Your only about six hours away from going home. You're
willing to prove your commitments to me now, aren't you Debra?"
he asked, again in a more sympathetic voice.

Debra nodded her head, not able to verbally acknowledge him.

"Look. I've gone to a lot of trouble, and expense, to make sure
that I got back all of the pictures, videos, and computer disks,
that they've taken of you. They show all of the shit that you've
pulled behind your hubby's back this past couple of months. The
men that 'worked' you over are gone. I have it on good authority
that the dead will have to walk the earth, before they'll ever
bother you again. I've done all that I can do to help you get
back to your family, and try to live a normal life again. All
that I'm asking of you, is a little reciprocation for my charity.
However, if you don't wish to show me your gratitude for my
efforts, then perhaps I'll just return you to the dungeon, and
see what kind of a refund I can get for my investment. I'm sure
that they can gather another crowd for your 'FINAL' show." Mr.
Bradley explained.

"No! No please! I'll do what you want, okay?" she replied,
looking up at him with pleading eyes, "I'll do anything, just let
me go back to my family please?" she begged.

"I told you already, just do what you're told, and you're on your
way home in six hours. Refuse and I send you back to the dungeon
now. Who knows, maybe you can work out a deal there. I mean it's
not like you would have a lot to lose at that point, you know.'
he said, rubbing his thumbs together.

"No I.. I'll do whatever you want. I really just want to go
home." she pleaded with him. "I want to help you, I do, to, ah,
show my thanks for you helping me out, right?" she replied,
trying to sound enthusiastic about it.

"Really, well let's see if we understand one another Debra. As I
told you before I've had trouble making you understand me in the
past, so I want to make sure that we're on the same page." he
said waving his arm in the air, "I send you home in a few hours
you see the kids to sleep in your own bed, and enjoy your life,
right?" he said, as she shook her head in agreement, as he spoke.

"Now old Ray works five plus days a week down at the paper, from
what, 8 to about 7? Well that's okay, because you're busy with
the kids, right?" he asked, as she continued shaking her head,
happy to hear about returning to the life she knew.

"That's what I thought. Of course, I understand the twins started
pre-school at the church a few weeks ago. So you have about four,
maybe five hours of free time, three days a week. Am I right
Deb?" he asked her.

"Yeah, that's right." she replied more apprehensively now,
knowing that he knew her schedule.

"Well you're gonna start going to the gym right after you drop
the twins off. I already took the liberty of paying the next
year's worth of day care, so that when they get out of
pre-school, they'll go right across the hall to the day care,
until you pick Alley up, and then them. Okay?" he asked, and
paused.

"Okay." she answered, trying to smile.

"So you go to the gym down by the market, I have a membership
card already for you. You go downstairs to the locker room,
change into the clothes that I put in your locker, and then go
into the office, right there in the locker room. It's a private
gym, and no one you know goes there. I know the owner, and will
make sure no one ever that you know will get a membership there.
Anyway, you'll leave through the basement in the back, and pick
up a different vehicle, that the owner will give you the keys to,
and then do what you do best." he said with a smirk.

"You close the deals for me, and I let you lead a normal life the
rest of the time." he said, opening his arms graciously, "I may
of course need to make other arrangements with you for special
clients, but I know we'll work something out." he continued, and
then waited for her answer.

"Yeah, I can uh do that. I mean it would ..." she paused, trying
to find the words, "be what..." she took another long pause, "I
mean it's the least that I can do."

"Yes, I believe that's so." Mr. Bradley said, warming to her
acceptance. "So you understand what is expected of you, in order
for you to close deals for me."

"Yeah. I understand." she replied passively.

"And you're okay with that, as a way of paying me back for saving
your marriage, family and life?" he asked, hoping to have her
sound more willing.

"Yes, I would, uh, like to show my, well my apperception for your
help, of course." she replied, as yet another tear ran down her
cheek, as she accepted her fate.

"Really? Do you want me to trust you, to believe you?" he asked,
standing and gazing down at her. Her top now bunched up under her
tits and her skirt still bunched up above her hips.

"Yes, you should believe me. I do want you to trust me. I just
want to go home right now to my family, my life, as I haven't
seen them in over a week. I'll do whatever I have to do, to get
my life back, and save my marriage. Anything!" she replied
desperately.

"Well then, you had best prove it now. I plan on you closing some
deals for me and you're going to start doing that today. I have
had something come up, and you're perfect for it. You prove to me
today that you'll do as you're told, and you'll be home just
after dinner. I'll then trust you to go to the gym on Wednesday,
like I said. If you fail me today, I'll send you back to the
dungeon tonight, and ask for a refund. Do we understand each
other Debra?" he asked her, pulling his pants up, and then
zipping them.

"Yes I'll prove it to you, I will." she replied, crying
hopefully.

"Excellent I think you should know that in showing that you will
do what you're told and with whom you're told one of the deals
you'll close today will be with someone of your acquaintance.
I'll see to it that you identity is protected and they'll never
need to know its you does this pose any problems for you?" he
asked her his hands now resting on her shoulders.

She hesitated as she quickly thought over her options or lack
there of. "No. No problem as long as they won't recognize me."
She said tearfully.

"Good. Leslie prepare her." he said, as he walked out of the
room.

Debra was led out of the room by a tall blond wearing a leather
corset. She was taken to the bathroom and cleaned up and bathed.
She was clothed in a similar black corset, one that pushed her
new, larger breasts up and out, putting them on display
obscenely, and she blushed as she saw how obscene that they
looked like this.

After heavily applying a thick coat of red lipstick Leslie had
her open her mouth as she held up a bottle of what looked like
breath freshener.

"This is a medical muscle relaxer that is used to keep the vocal
chords from being damaged during surgery. I am going to spray
some in the back of your throat it will keep you from speaking
but should wear off in about an hour or two. I got to tell you it
taste bad so are you ready?" she asked Debra.

Debra nodded her acceptance and Leslie sprayed three squirts down
her throat. The liquid was vile tasting and tingled its way down
her throat.

***

Mr. Bradley hand changed his clothes and entered his office.
Sitting in the fine leather chair, Mr. Whalen was reading over
the contract papers that he had been presented with earlier in
the month.

"Thanks so much for coming Warren. I know it was short notice,
plus it being a Sunday and all. Look, I've heard about your
separation from Lois, and let me tell you how sorry I am to hear
about it." Mr. WBradley began in his boardroom manner, confident
and secure.

"Thank you. I was just on my way to Europe, so I thought it was
best if we met before I left. I have looked over you offer, but
we're just not looking to sell at this time." he said, tossing
the papers onto the desk.

"Warren, look I know you think I'm trying to come in and wrestle
control from you, while your going through some personal issues,
but that's not really how it is. I made you a good offer, and
with open ended options. I assure you that it will be to your
benefit to sell now, before the divorce, and she gets half of
everything. I have already been approached by her lawyers, and
she wants to sell. I'm only offering you the deal now, to prevent
it from getting ugly later." he explained.

"What? That bitch has already had her lawyers contact you! Why I
should let her drown in that hot tub, that blood sucking witch!"
he replied angrily.

"Yes, but I'm not the only one she's contacted. Her people have
talked to all sorts of other interested parties. In the divorce,
she'll get half, and that she'll sell anyway. Once she sells,
you'll lose your 51 percent interest, and your shares won't be
nearly as valuable to other buyers, as you'll lose control of the
whole thing. Let me help you now, and avoid the quagmire later."
he said, pleading his case.

"I can't believe that frigid bitch would do this. I just don't
know. Let me think about it a little." he said, gritting his
teeth in aggravation.

"Europe huh? What's on the other side of the pond?" Mr. Bradley
asked.

"Women other than Lois. Maybe I'll find someone a little less,
you know, than the misses was." Warren said, still fuming over
his new found knowledge.

What part of Europe are you going to?" Mr. Bradley asked, trying
to work in his plan.

"Amsterdam!" Warren replied, his voice playful with the answer.

"Oh Amsterdam! I love the city mire specifically the clubs. I
have memberships to several that I could arrange for you to get a
guest pass to, if you'd like." Mr. Bradley offered, just as
friendly as he could. Warren first shook his head, then, as
though having a change of mind, began nodding his head in
acceptance.

"You know that may be just what I need. It's been a long time
since I... well it's been a long time anyway." he commented.

"Really! Well then, perhaps I could interest you in a sample of
my gratitude. I have someone here this morning, and she's really
wanting tp prove to me that she can get the job done, so why
don't you interview her for me, and let me know what you think."
Mr. Bradley said, opening the office door.

"No, I really couldn't, it's not me, I mean, it's, uh, well I
just can't." Mr. Whalen began to say.

"Please look at her before you make up your mind, okay?" Mr.
Bradley begged, as he led him from the room.

***

Debra had been dressed as she had so many times in the dungeon. A
Corset, stockings, a garter, and heels. A collar had been placed
around her neck, and then a leather hood was placed over her
head. Her hair had been pulled through a hole in the back of the
hood in a pony tail.

Leslie had then taken the rings from her fingers, and put elbow
length gloves on her, then the hood over her face, from just
above her upper lip, and was zipped in the back. The eye holes
had zippers over them, and at first were left open.

Debra was then led to a room with a large round bed in the middle
of two couches, on either side of the mattress. Debra was laid
down on the bed, and Leslie instructed her to use her tongue. At
first she wasn't sure what she meant, but then Leslie straddled
Debra's head, her crotch above her mouth. Once Debra had began
licking the other woman's crotch, she felt the blond begin
licking hers. She was horrified by the description that Leslie
gave her, describing her stiff lips and pulsing clit. The blonde
told Debra how exited she must be, as she drove her tongue into
the poor housewife twat.

The door to the room opened, and as it did, Leslie spun to
Debra's face on a knee. She zipped the eye slits on the hood
closed, and told her not to speak, just to lick. She then
returned to sucking Debra's stiff clit.

"Here we are." Mr. Bradley said.

"Oh my!" Warren said, seeing the two women licking each others
pussies. "I, uh, I don't think..." he began.

Debra's ears perked up. Of the voices she easily recognized Mr.
Bradley's. The other voice she knew as well, but that couldn't
be, she thought, wishing that her eye holes hadn't been zipped
shut.

"Please just watch the show, think about my offer, and if you
decide to join in, just go for it. Leslie there is just seeing if
Debra's up for the job." he explained.

Leslie's legs closed over Debra's head, her thighs constricting
over her skull muffling the sound's that Debra could hear.

"Oh master, I think she'll need a good fucking soon." Leslie
said, pulling her mouth away from Debra's pussy. "Deb's getting
quite excited by all of this."

"I have a daughter named Debra." Warren said, enthralled by the
show going on in front of his eyes.

"Oh yeah, that's right. I forgot about that. Well you can call
her anything you want. Enjoy the show, and I'll talk to you
before you leave." Mr. Bradley said walking out and closing the
door behind him.

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