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Subject: {ASSM} Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife 24 (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 or
any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express, written
permission of the author, 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.  

'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.  

Thanks to Ted E. Bear again for taking time to edit, proof read and
contribute to this story. Thanks.

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.) 
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Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife
By Not My Story
Chapter 24

Mr.  Bradley stepped down from his private jet already in a bad mood.  He
had just learned from his own private sources, that the Justice department
was even closer than he had thought to filing charges against him.  His
seedy business tactic's may yet do him in it appeared.  He had made
underhanded deals across the globe, not caring if the nations he traded
with where in good standing with the U.S.  or not.  He had made an even
larger fortune in trading in black market oil and technology with terrorist
states.

   He took a seat in his limo, contemplating just who he had to bribe, or
who to have killed, in order to prevent any indictments, when his
assistant, a beautiful voluptuous young blonde handed him the car's cell
phone, telling him it was an urgent call.  He listened, growing even
angrier, as he heard of Debra's failure to return to the gym.  She was now
three hours over due, and Gerald had already stepped in to cover for her at
home.

   Gerald called Linda, Debra's friend, and had her call Amy, asking her to
pick up the kids, giving her a story that Debra was on her way to pick her
up and drive her to New Hampshire, to visit her father.  who had just had a
stroke.  She asked Amy to call and tell Marie for her and Debra.

   Gerald had also checked with the customer who told him that Debra had
been there for less than an hour, much earlier that morning.  He then had
the office's garage checked for the car that she was driving, only to find
it missing too.

   Debra had yet to activate the cars GPS.  alarm system, so no one was
sure if she was in trouble, or had just decided to take off, deciding that
she couldn't be Mr.  Bradley's whore anymore.  Mr.  Bradley hung up even
angrier than he had been.  Debra was his newest slut, and he had been out
of town for almost the entire time that she had been under his control.  He
told Gerald to take things easy on her, as he planned on breaking her
himself, when he returned to the states.

   Debra for her part was in hell, her mind no longer a place where she
felt at home, due to the effects of the drugs shot into her arm.  She was
in serious physical pain, her fat lip throbbing, her vagina a fiery pit of
pain itself.  Her breasts and wrist bruised and sore from hours of abuse at
the hands of the brutal men.

   She had been given a second shot of drugs, before the other whore had
been instructed to put her to work on the street.  She was dressed as a
true whore, in a cheap leopard skin one piece dress, and a pair of
mid-thigh leather boots, with 4 inch heels.  She serviced her first
customer in the bathroom of a bar.  He had paid her for a blow job but did
her from behind against the wall of a stall anyway.



   The second had taken her to a nearby hotel, where the girls rented the
rooms for an hour at a time.  He had forced her to peel the trashy dress
off and climbed on top of her on the bed.  He was a biter and left teeth
marks on her nipples and breast before he shot of into the condom and left
her crying and in pain.  Trixy showed no sympathy for Debra's plight as she
had done the brutal thug herself several times a month over the past year.
She strolled into the hotel room as the brute was leaving to show the next
john in and take her cut of Debra's earnings.  She whispered in Debra's ear
"You're gonna to have to earn my money tonight too sugar while a show you
the ropes.  So speed it up with the johns a thousands a lot to make
especially starting so late."

   Debra pleaded for her to stop as the uncaring whore grabbed her hand and
pulled Debra's wedding ring from her shaking finger.  Trixy gazed at the
diamond commenting on how much she would get for it at the shop the next
day as she left Debra alone with her next partner.

   He was as rough as anyone had been taking his belt to her ass when she
wouldn't stop crying about her ring.  She only made things worse by trying
to go out after Trixy to get her ring back, causing the john to employ his
belt as a collar around her neck and ravish her as she gasp for breath.

   After her third john, she had made just $85 dollars, after paying for
the motel room.  Her fifth John of the day had taken her into an alley, and
then stiffed her on the bill, when he saw a cop car drive down the road.

   Drugged as she was, she still knew how wrong it was, when the officers
had escorted her back to their conveniently hidden car, parked behind a
dumpster and took their payment for looking the other way in trade.  The
first officer had used her ass, pushing her across the bench of the back
seat, and with her knees on the concrete, he pounded into her already
pained body.

   His partner had found her still kneeling on her knees, and forced her to
her feet, before forcing her over the hood of the car.  He then claimed he
was going to search her for drugs or weapons before pulling her breast free
of her dress and biting and sucking the violently.  His attack on her chest
continued as he worked himself to an erection and then took her in the ass
as well, while he kneaded her tits roughly, adding to her pain.

   She was then forced to work a street corner, like any common whore.  She
serviced johns in cars, alley's and doorways as she became an average
working girl on the streets of the big apple.  The action was brisk in the
early evening, but died down after midnight.  Her tutor was an old pro, and
had been walking the streets for eighteen months, while working for Tyrone.
Debra shuddered, when she was told she would get Tyrone's mark tattooed
above her cunt, if he couldn't sell her to someone else by the next day. 
She wasn't sure what frightened her more spending the rest of her days as a
common whore for the thug, or the unknown fate that would await her being
sold for drugs to someone else.

   Trixy took her to a seedy bar a little after midnight, where she had
Debra do the bartender for free.  He was the gentlest lover she had been
with since her ordeal began.  He gave her a drink and after trying to calm
her fears began kissing and groping her before working into having her blow
him to erection.  Once he was standing at attention he gently guided her to
sit in his lap where he slowly slid his condom covered prick into her
painfully irritated cunt.  He helped the girls by sending Johns their way,
and letting the women do their work in the small cove, housing a pool table
and a pinball machine.

   Trixy had started servicing a few john's herself sure Debra would never
earn the night's quota on her own.

   Debra was scared that the glass of the pinball machine would shatter
under her weight, when the first john placed her on top of game machine,
but after the third man had pummeled her on the cold glass.  The fear had
all but left her hazy disturbed mind, as the pain and humiliation of her
evening continued.  She found the feel of the orange pool table's felt more
comfortable, but no less humiliating, as man after man screwed her for
forty dollars a trick.  Sixty bought them a double.

   Hours later, and after more partner's than she thought could be found
within a few block area, she was back at Tyrone's place, entertaining two
of his friends.  The men where there to sample Debra and that's just what
they did.  After injecting her with another shot of drugs they took the
strung out whore for a test drive.  The pair worked together well man
handling her between them as the swapped positions repeatedly moving from
her ass, cunt and mouth in long hard sessions forcing her into every sexual
position imaginable.

   Each man had taken her several times, before the trio passed out on the
bed, the men's semen mixed with her sweat.  She was startled by the sound
of gunshots, as flashes of the bullets being fired from guns lit up the
dingy apartment.  A nylon bag pulled over her head, was the last thing that
she saw before being carried from the room.

   Since Debra had not activated the alarm, Bradley's men had been unable
to locate the car or her until the punk who stole her keys began pressing
the button in the garage hoping to make the car hunk or its lights come and
so he could more quickly locate his loot.  The man who had stolen the keys
was unlucky enough to have walked into Mr.  Bradley's men outside of his
scummy apartment where he had parked to get some of his things before
trying to sell the car to the local shop.  With its GPS system activated
Mr. Bradley's men had found its location shortly after he had stopped. 
They took him back to an abandoned warehouse for questioning.

   After being worked over quite brutally, he told them that she had been
abducted by a hoodlum and pimp who felt that she was moving in on his
territory.  The thug who had stolen her keys had shown no loyalty to
Tyrone, and so his death was quick and relatively painless, right after
telling them where she was.

   Tyrone had been less lucky in that regard.  Once his knee caps had been
blown out, he found the pain continued to grow even worse, as one by one,
his fingers were broken, and then cut off.  He was left to die with blood
gushing from his wounds, while his castrated cock was left stuffed down his
throat.

   Debra spent the night under interrogation herself, as several strange
and evil men questioned the stoned woman about what she had told the thug,
or anyone else for that matter.  They wanted to know what she had done on
her own, or at Tyrone's directions, and every detail about her time in his
employ.  She told them of her activities over the past few weeks and her
need for well endowed forceful men in order to fulfill her sexually.  She
was then left to sleep, while her fate was decided.

   She had no idea how lucky she was that the men had found no reason to
think that she had betrayed Mr.  Bradley, or the dungeon, while she had
been drugged.  Even as her questioning had continued, preparations for her
fiery death in a single car accident proceeded.  Only after hearing the
men's report, did Mr.  Bradley himself decide to spare her pathetic life.
He decided that at least for the time being, she would live, if she
survived the night ahead of her.

   Bradley was infuriated that she wouldn't be able to work as a whore for
him now for at least a month, until he was sure that she was clean of any
STD's.  He had made big plans for her including another appointment with
her father but now he would have to send a different slut to broker the
deal.

   He would make her pay for what she had done however and if it was big
powerful cock she needed then he new just where to find it.  She had
screwed up royally and now she would be made to suffer for her mistakes. 
He would have to put her on the bench until she was given a clean bill of
health, but he would make sure that she would need the time to recuperate
from what he had planned for her, if she survived the ordeal at all.  

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