Blackmail

[JEMMA]

As I walked I thought of Richard and all that I had lost. I made up my mind to get it all back. I somehow knew that the local police would somehow protect Roger and I knew that I needed some money.

That night, I stood on the corner and sold my pussy to seven men as I pocketed four hundred dollars. It was the first time I had touched money in two years. Risking being arrested for prostitution and knowing that I had been letting Roger sell my body for all that time. I decided that if I slept in the park and used only the minimum to feed myself, if I worked every night for a week, I could get a bus to find Richard in a week with 2 or 3 thousand in my pocket. I just had to be careful because I would probably only get one shot at this. Selling myself to strangers was not a good start but at least I got to choose who did what to me and I got to keep the money. I reasoned that it was no different than what I had been forced to do. In fact I justified it by saying this was buying back part of what had been taken from me.

Without ID, I couldn't get on a plane and without the first thought as to how to get ID when I had nothing I could focus only on making enough money to go find Richard. 

A week from the day that I walked out his front door, I was a free woman on my way to find my husband.

Sleeping where I could for the past week and bathing in open restrooms, I was dirty and tired. I did a load of laundry. Roger packed some of my sluttiest outfits and no under ware. Just before getting on the bus I bought three sets of cheap panties and bras. I felt that the simple purchase was part of me regaining what had been taken from me. 

I had $2500 in my pocket and I wanted to leave the last two years and all the humiliation behind me. The only man that I wanted in my pants was Richard. I spent the three day trip catching up on my sleep and dreaming of finding a way to get Richard to forgive me.

Upon arrival I found a room for rent and set out to find Richard. After a week I was already down to $1500. I had called every Richard in the book. I went to the library and looked for him on the internet. Just as I was about to give up, I saw this huge construction project with a big banner adverting "Construction by Richard T. Inc."

I found a paper and pencil and wrote down the number. As soon as I could find a phone I called the number and instead of asking for Richard I asked for their address. I knew my chances of convincing Richard to take me back were better if I could just talk to him in person.

I paid the $80 cab fare because the bus would take too long and I couldn't wait another minute. The cab dropped me outside the office of Richard T. Inc. I thought that my best option would be to tell Richard the truth, including anything he wanted to know about my last two years. I couldn't hide from the truth of what I had done and I couldn't ask for forgiveness without telling him everything.

Dressed in one of my more modest outfits and with holes in my shoes, I still looked like a hooker, but I had no choice. It was now or never.

As I walked thru the front door I took a deep breath and asked the receptionist if I could have a moment with Richard. Giving me the once over as a low life, she asked my name. Without thinking that I might be giving him a heads up to avoid me I said my name is Emily.

Before she finished announcing me, Richard came bolting thru the door. Before I could say a word, he took me in his arms and kissed me. He told the receptionist to cancel his appointments for the day and he ushered me out to a shiny new BMW Convertible.

As he drove he said Emily, I have missed you so much. As I tried to explain, Richard said don't say a word. You can tell me all about it later. Right now I just want to take you home. I have done well but I missed having you with me to share my life with you.

Richard had a beautiful home on a culdi-sac in a town next to the Beach. He pulled into the garage and led me into the house. He laid out a pair of shorts and a comfortable blouse along with under ware that was my size as he said you look great I was hoping you would one day need these clothes I saved for you.He said take all the time you need to shower and freshen up. Then I want to take you for the best steak diner in town. I still hadn't said a word but Richard sat nervously in the living room waiting for me.

After devouring two massive steaks Richard with tears in his eyes said I couldn't find you. He said that when I left I was really mad at you. When I mysteriously received three videos of you doing all sorts of vulgar things I knew that if it really was you, you were somehow being forced to do these terrible things. I came rushing back to our hometown but with little money and medication for my ribs making me lose my focus, I went to the police. Even with the videos, I met one dead end after another. For a week or so, your office routinely said you were in meetings. Then they told me you had resigned your position.







Your phone stopped ringing thru and I had the car traced to a used car lot. They had no idea who had sold them the car, but your signature was on the sales document. I had the banks trace your credit cards but in two years no one has used them. Missing persons gave up when the trail went cold. I have been totally lost and I spend all my spare time searching for you. I have been back to our hometown at least a dozen times with leads on your whereabouts only to find another dead end. I have worked like a dog to build a successful company and I can see that you are not wearing my ring. It is my belief that you have been thru enough. There is no need for apologies, and you can take as much time as you need to tell me what happened. I would only ask that you not try to save me or tell me anything but the truth.

We have lost two years and I will leave it to you as to wither you want to forgive those that hurt you, or go to the authorities and make them pay.

I know you told me not to be apologetic but I need you to know that I am sorry I said. I missed you terribly and I had everything from my dignity to my husband and my child taken from me and I want you back. Richard never flinched when I said child. He just said lets go home, we have a lot of time to make up for.

On the ride home we were silent. When we got in the front door, Richard took me in his arms and we shared a long overdue kiss. I finally took a step back and said I need a minute to tell you or show you a few things before we can be intimate.







Not having a clue as to how to start, I asked Richard to bear with me and I reached into my panties and removed the posts in my lips. I handed them to Richard and said that my captor was named Roger. Yes he is the same Roger that I worked for. He had my pussy pierced. I then reached into my bra and one at a time removed the nipple posts and handed them to Richard as I told him that Roger had also gotten my nipples pierced. As he tried to hold me I said that isn't the worst part of it. I unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra as I said, he also branded me as I showed my husband the results of Rogers sick mind on my left breast. I said if it is ok with you I want to spend tonight in your bed making you understand how much I love you.



All I have is an address, but tomorrow morning I would love your help in prosecuting this sick man to the fullest extent of the law. 

[JEMMA]

The next morning I woke to Richard on the internet. He printed everything he could find on Roger and we spent the day learning all we could about this man and his associates.

Within a week, we had the police involved looking at past indiscretions of one Roger. It turned out the house was a rental but a few luxury cars were registered to Roger. They were able to piece together a major investigation of missing money at the company that Roger still worked for.

About a week later we were told that his passport had been rescinded and that a missing child named Linda had been missing for six months.

Richard hired a detective and located Roger living under the name Royce at a hotel back in our hometown. Instead of going to the police, Richard hired the same agency well known in tracking and abducting fugitives. 

Three nights later a very large man in leg shackles and hand cuffs was delivered to our front door. Richard in anticipation had a steel cell installed in the basement and we had them deliver Roger to the cell. Without releasing his restraints we left him there to contemplate his situation. He kept yelling that he could pay us well if we would just release him. Without seeing his face, I knew that Roger was in fact our captive. He had soiled himself and slept in it for three days before we decided what to do. Richard and I bought a home in the desert. We had a full cellar with steel reinforced concrete blocks built under our house.

In the month that it took to complete the project, Richard would use a garden hose to clean Roger's cage. We kept him in leg shackles bolted to the steel brackets in the floor and had his handcuffs and face mask removed. We fed him thru a slot in the cell wall and we kept him on edge by playing opera music loud enough to keep him from sleeping but also loud enough to drown out his complaining. It took me three days to build up the courage to go to the cellar. With Richard by my side, I went down the stairs and into Rogers view. When he saw me he cursed and said he would kill me. I just smiled and said I am having your brand removed surgically from my chest at the end of the week.

When he spit at me I calmly continued by asking him when he was going to the Cayman Islands for his money. As he continued to curse me I said I guess you have not heard the news lately but in hometown they have located a pregnant 16 year old child named Linda. She is three months pregnant and they are looking for a Roger for statutory rape. He looked at me and smugly said he didn't do it. I asked if he remembered leaving any DNA anywhere.

I then said there was this little discovery at a certain firm you used to work for. Federal authorities say that with a little luck they should be able to recover almost 10 million dollars from Cayman island accounts. There is a Mr. Royce being indicted for embezzlement to which Roger said I wish them luck.

With Richard silently letting me enjoy my moment, I told Roger that two prominent construction firms back home were being closed by Federal authorities for I think they said Bribing government officials. Owners of both firms were already in custody and oh yeah did I mention they were both named after Royce. In the footnotes it said something about a one year old little boy is in the process being reunited with his real mother and charges in that incident were also pending.

Roger just kept screaming vulgar things as he tested the strength of his restraints.

I said I know you have the money for a first rate defense in each of these silly cases but your little slut has fixed all that for you. When Roger asked what I meant by that I said over the next two weeks you are going to confess everything you did to me. Then my husband is going to transport you to a little house we just bought. We have some amateur researchers there that are always looking for human volunteers to test their latest drugs. We had to work really hard to convince them that you are human but they finally agreed to let you volunteer.

Since I know that you have not been keeping up on the news, I thought I might update you on two little things that won't be in the news. First is that the company you used to work for has settled for 8.5 million dollars with a very lovely young lady that was held captive for two years by her manager at the firm. Before you get too emotional about that, remember when I told you that your little slut had fixed all your legal problems? When Roger responded by continuing to curse me I said that the way she solved those problems for you was to make you disappear. By the time she is through with you, you will be wishing the police had found you. Nobody knows where you are or that you were able to slip past all those nice policeman to get here. You are going to wish that you had legal problems because for the next two weeks you and I are going to play a little game. The rules are that Roger doesn't get to choose what order I take things from him. At the end of the two weeks, you will be more than agreeable to be transported to your retirement home for those nice Doctor wanabees to perform all sorts of surgeries to see if there really is a heart in there. When they are done cutting they will have all kinds of nice drugs to make you a better person.

Or did I forget to tell you that one of those drugs was in that big old burger you ate about an hour ago? If their guess is right you should be getting a severe headache in about 20 minutes. Again he cursed me. If they are wrong you should still pass out from the pain this new treatment will cause. I have been told that so far everyone that has taken this pill has gotten deathly ill. This little red pill in my hand is the antidote. It works in most of the test cases.

I was just wondering to myself how much begging I could stand before I let you have this little red pill. Twenty minutes later I smiled at Roger and said I guess you are one of the unfortunate ones that get both the severe headache and the vomiting stomach pain.

Roger acted as if he had some kind of power over me as he said give me the red pill bitch. I said my diner is waiting and I headed for the stairs as I told him he would have to do better than that.

I returned an hour and a half later to find Roger crying and doubled up on the concrete floor holding his head and his stomach. It took a moment to realize that not only had he chucked but he had also ruined his shorts.

Like a good little host, I took out the garden hose and hosed his mess down the drain in the floor. I said you might want to remove those dirty trousers so I can shove this hose up your ass. He told me to go to hell. I asked him very nicely did I had neglect to tell you that without this darn little red pill you will just get worse until you die. Again he cursed me as I told him to have fun but I had an errand to run. He was struggling to remove his trousers as he realized I was going back up stairs. He started pleading for the pill as I shut the basement door realizing that sooner or later he had to give me what I asked.

I was only gone for 45 minutes but when I returned, Roger was a dark shade of green. He was in real trouble as he lay naked and begging doubled over in pain. I asked him if he had anything to say. All I heard was please help me.

Standing on the outside of his cell inches from this pitiful excuse for a human I said softly, that's not good enough. He was now begging me to tell him what it was I wanted him to say. I said that he needed to figure that out for himself. This time as I pretended to leave this 6'4 230 pounds of a man was balling and trying to convince me he was sorry.

I said you are in no condition to sign the bank transfers and the confessions but if you promise to do that when you feel better I will give you this little pill. When he immediately agreed to sign anything I wanted, I handed him the pill. 

Within minutes he was feeling better as he told me to go to hell. I said listen you naked idiot, this was just a test. I want you to remember all these nice words you are using the next time you need a little red pill because I know I will remember them. He said go to hell, I just won't eat anything.

I said that would be real smart because I have a key to your new cell and sooner or later you will die of malnutrition. You are not supposed to know when these little viruses are consumed because part of the test is monitoring each patient's results. His response was to say listen bitch, I am not a patient. I dipped a dart into a special solution and with Roger sitting naked on the floor, I threw the dart and it stuck right in his thigh. As he reached for it, he blacked out. I used a special tool to retrieve the dart and went to bed.

In the morning I went down to find Roger scratching himself raw and begging for the little red pill. I said let me guess, you were comatose for about three hours and then you woke up to a terrible full body itch. Funny but I don't remember you eating anything did you sneak a pizza? Wonder how long you can be nice to me this time?

Alright I give up he said. Give me the pill. At that point I suggested that I didn't know if there was a red pill for this. He said stop fucking around this is serious. I mockingly asked him if that word he just used was meant to be nice to which he said please give me the pill.

I gave him the pill and told him I would be back in half an hour with a pen for him to sign a few things. He laughed under his breath at me for being so trusting.

When I returned I gave him some scrambled eggs and potatoes. I then handed him the pen and a confession for him to sign. He refused by saying he wasn't signing anything he hadn't read. He was cautiously examining his food before each mouthful. I asked him why he didn't trust me. He just told me to go to hell as he ripped the paper in half and threw it and the pen at me.

I just sat there and waited for him to finish his breakfast as he called me everything he could think of. When he had taken his last bite I asked if he was feeling anything yet. All he could manage was aw shit not again. I said remember how you promised to be nice? Without waiting for an answer I said sometime in the next hour you are going to lose the use of your legs. You will then lose the ability to move your arms. Your mind will be working feverishly but you will be unable to talk or to move. You will remain in that condition for about twenty four hours. You will be able to hear everything I say. He just said that didn't scare him. I said you will remember everything I say and for three days after you start coming around, you will be real eager to do whatever I tell you to do. I think for a few days I am going to really like you. As I left I said oh did I tell you there was no little red pill for this one but don't worry, everyone that has been tested on this drug so far has been back to normal in about five days.

I asked him if he wanted company until he lost feeling or if he wanted to be alone. When he didn't answer, I said isn't this fun? I think we have time for lots more fun before you leave. I really hope that you are on board with all the choices I am making on your behalf. I would hate to think that you needed to be punished for not following my demands.

[JEMMA]

I could tell that Rogers legs were going to sleep as he kind of fell on his side because his legs were useless. As I continued to watch his arms stopped moving and he got deathly silent. As I left I said I hope you don't mind but I have a few errands to run. You don't have to thank me but I just wanted you to know what I was thinking might be a bit of fun when you decide to please me.

First you will sign all those pesky little documents that were presenting such bad vibes between us. After that you will shave your head and your pelvic area. I think cocks with hair are very untidy don't you? Oh yeah, I am going to take my first class in piercing and I think your nipples would look nice with a little ball hanging from them don't you. Before you really decide I need to let you know that I really don't know anything about tattoos and I am just too busy to learn.

Over hear in this corner I have a little gas stove to heat and sterilize my prod. Since I can't do tattoos I am just going to brand you with this here little branding iron. I had one especially made with my first and last name on it. I watched the terror in his eyes as I asked if he thought it would be better to have my name branded on his cheek, his dick or both ass cheeks. I said before you choose, I am kind of a thinking I might do all four.

I left him to ponder his fate.

When I returned the next morning he smiled and willingly signed all the bank forms plus a lengthy confession. He gave me specific instructions on his deals as well as the whereabouts of Fred and John and I questioned him at length about Sammy and his hoods.

I handed him a razor and a mirror and watched him shave his head and groin panting like a little dog as if to say is this how you want me to do it. 

When he had finished that task and returned all the sharp objects, he stuck out his chest as I took my first stab at body piercing. When he had a post in each nipple I thought he might look nice with a little angel hanging from his ears so I pierced those also. 

He was just starting to be able to talk again so I asked him if he had decided where he wanted my brand as I fired up the little stove. To my surprise, by the time I was ready, Roger told me that he would like my name burned into his flesh in all four of the places that I had originally thought of. I said that since I had never done this before, maybe we should start on your ass to which he said that would be marvelous.

I heated the cattle prod and had him turn with his fat ass in the air. I stuck it into his left cheek and held it there as I smelled his flesh burning. All I heard in a very mellow voice from Roger was that it felt really nice. Can we do the other side now?

As I reheated the branding Iron, I had to admit that though it wasn't pretty, my name was clearly visible. I wasted no time in shoving the hot iron into his other butt cheek. Knowing that this big child would probably be in lots of pain for a few days, I held the iron as still as I could while it burned my name into his flesh.

I figured I would save the hardest one for last so I had Roger lay on his back as I stuck the hot metal into his left cheek. He never moved and he never complained as I left my name on his face. When that was done I said OK little boy, I need you to spread your legs real wide and use your hand to present me with your dick. He smiled and immediately complied. As I brought the branding iron forward I said now remember I need you to hold your dick really still because I am still new at this and I don't want to have to do this again if it doesn't turn out right.

As I stuck the hot metal to his manhood, I had the sense that he could feel the pain. I held it there as the skin burned. I wondered what it would look like if he were ever able to get another hard-on. As I removed the iron, I had to admit that each branding was better than the last and this one was perfect with my name branded on his cock in clear letters for as long as Roger remained on this planet.



I fed him and told him to be a good boy because I would be gone for a few days. I gave him a toothbrush and suggested he spend a few days' scrubbing the floor of his cell. The reality was I couldn't think of anything else that I needed him to accomplish. I left him two large tubes of burn cream and went to the post office to mail the documents to the Federal folks tracking down his off shore money and the local police who were still looking for Mr. Royce and building the case against him. Both letters included a short memo about what they were receiving but neither had a return address. The letter to the local police included the information I had gathered on John, Fred and Sammy

That same day, I had to go to my lawyer's office to sign the release forms in my sexual misconduct case and the custody papers for my son to be returned.

Three days later I went to visit Roger. He had polished the concrete till it was smooth and he was done with vulgar words. He said hello Emily as I came down the stairs. I asked him if he was sore and he said it hurt like crazy but he deserved it. I said you will be leaving here at the end of the week. I will visit you from time to time to be sure they are keeping you in just enough pain but I will be busy raising my son. I need you to take one more pill for me. He said if I say please will you tell me what it will do to me. I said it will basically castrate you. You will never be able to get hard again. He took the pill and swallowed it as I said it's really kind of a shame because I would have liked to see what my name on your useless member would have looked like if you could get a hard-on.

I said at some point in the near future, my amateur researchers will probably castrate you permanently. I know they are looking so forward to meeting you and experimenting both with surgical techniques and state of the art pills that will do strange things to you. They are going to drill little holes in to your scull and they are going to fill you with all kinds of viruses and medications. They will probably keep you in a state just below understanding what is going on and just sensitive enough to feel the pain.

Hopefully when they are thru they will have discovered some way of turning people like you into real humans. If not I promise you that no one will ever miss you.

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[FalconF16]

Great share TS, thanks many many!!

[BrickBat]

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[dacnas]

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[sockoff]

It's a fantastic share by TS, enjoy reading it!

[JEMMA]

Story Twelve

Getting off the plane，Sara was overwhelmed by the steamy humidity and bright hot sunshine. She'd been told to dress in a business attire so she was suddenly stifiling in her suit jacket and skirt. Her heels seemed extremely out of place in the tropical climate. 

It was the thought of spending another February in the Midwest that first attracted her to the strange internship she was about to start. 

Strange because it was so suited to her strengths and strange because it almost literally fell into her lap - by way of her email inbox. What could be more perfect? A month on a South Pacific Island, offering management training to employees of a small company whose mission was conservation, housing for the month, a stipend equal to what she was already being paid and a another stipend to her current employer for her absence - it had taken her all of about 10 minutes to decide this was what she'd be waiting for her whole adult life. 

The preparation for the trip had been a whirlwind, as had the travel. Sara have had several phone conversations with the manager, had done her homework on the company and had checked out past participants in the internship program - all of whom had had amazing things to say about their experiences. Within 3 weeks of seeing the email, she had wrapped things up at work, gotten someone to stay in her apartment to feed her cat and here she was, thousands of miles away from the cold and the bundle of stress that had become her life of late. 



As she grabbed her small suitcase off the tarmac, Sara was once again aware of the large, attractive man who was walking just behind her. He had boarded her small plane in Hawaii just after her, taking the seat directly behind here. He was a big guy for such a small plane - there were only 7 people on the plane after all and it would have been impossible not to notice him. But she got the distinct feeling that he was keenly aware of her too. Not in a creepy, wants-to-talk-to-you-on-a-plane-for-hours kind of way, just in a way that made it seem like he already knew her. Maybe this was why she wasn't startled when he reached out and gently grabbed her elbow.

"Welcome to Palau, Ms Sara. If you'll come with me I'll take you to meet your new boss."



"Um wow - how did you know... I mean... have we met? Do you work for Aero too" Sara stammered. Maybe she was more startled than she realized. 

"Yes, I work for Aero. Specifically for Mr. Charles. We haven't met directly but its was my job to make sure you got here okay. You can call me Ben. Please come with me. Mr. Charles doesn't like to wait." The man apparently named Ben removed her bag from her hand and using her elbow to guide her, directing her to the airport door. 

Sara had never experienced an airport like this one. One small building, one runway with two small planes sitting on it - each one a 12 seater at most. It seemed more like a small bus station than any airport she had ever seen. As they walked in the door it was the chill of the air conditioning that hit her this time, causing her whole body to break out in chills. 

Ben continued to push her along at a brisk pace, until their desitnation became obvious. Mr. Charles, Sara assumed, was standing beside a tall round cocktail style table at the very back of the small room that operated as a waiting area for passengers taking off or those meeting arriving passengers. He was also a tall man, Sara would guess in his late 30's or mid 40's. It was hard to tell his age actually. He wore a white linen long sleeved shirt and tan pants of the same material - exactly what you would expect a man to wear in this tropical setting. Mr Charles was clearly someone who lived in Palau and his deep tan and healthy physique indicated he thrived in this enrivonment. If he hadn't been her new boss Sara might have even consiered him hot. 

As they reached him, Mr Charles face broke out into a wide grin and he placed a hand on each of Sara's upper arms. He pulled her toward him and kissed her on both cheeks. 

"Sara, welcome. We have all been waiting so anxiously for your arrival. Have a seat here" he said guestering toward a tall stool that was in the corner. "Let's get aquainted and get the show on the road. Ben - go ahead and meet Romelio at the car. I will phone when we are ready to come out." 

"Sure thing Boss- see you in a few" said Ben as he abruptly turned around a headed toward the door, leaving Sara sitting with Mr. Charles.

"I trust that your travel went well?" Mr. Charles asked as he took the seat across from Sara. 

"Yes, fine. Thank you for the tickets. I've never flown first class before, I really wasn't expecting that. It was very generous." 

"Well, I am guessing that was the first of many things you'll be experincing this month that you weren't expecting." he said "It was the least I could do. I've been looking forward to this for some time"

Sara laughed nervously "That sounds exciting and ominous all at the same time"

"I'm sure it does. You're a perceptive young lady." Mr Charles stared intently at Sara and his look became stern. "First things first, you will call me Lucas." 

Sara was immediately taken aback by the change in the man's voice and even his posture. He moved his seat closer to hers and seemed to loom over her. This of course wasn't too hard as he was at least 8 inches taller than her, and she was by no means short at 5'7". 

"Okay... Lucas" she said slowly "I can do that. No problem"

Lucas smiled and let out a small, mostly silent chuckle. He waited for a few beats before he spoke. 

"Of course you can." He said. "Here's the thing, I'd like to sit and make a little small talk but I hate small talk and I am anxious to get out of here and on to much better pursuits. However, for the sake of making the next month go smoothly there are some important things you need to know before you leave this airport." Lucas smirked "Those 'things you weren't expecting' shall we say."

And the bottom fell out of Sara's stomach. OMG!!! It WAS too good to be true. Some part of her knew this had to be a scam and now she was going to learn all about it. Why hadn't she listened to her intuition?! Fuck! 

[JEMMA]

Furious, Sara practically shouted "Look, if this is a scam you should know, I haven't got shit. I am up to my ears in debt up for my education. Any money I may have scrapped together I've already given to my parents and my brother so they don't lose their houses. I don't know what kind of a lunatic you are to spend over a thousand dollars to bring me here but the jokes on you buddy. I've got jack so if you want that, have at it!" Sara stood up fuming, with no idea where the hell she was going. 

Lucas reached over and firmly grabbed her wrist while moving to stand in front of her, not too subtly pushing her back into her seat. She had no choice but to sit down. 

"You will sit down, calm down and shut your pretty mouth and you will listen to me. Do you understand?" Lucas said through a tight but oddly genuine smile. 

Oh shit, Sara thought. What the hell was this all about? She had no choice at this moment but to do as he "asked?"

"Okay, fine, I'll hear you out." Sara said as she tried unsucessfully to pull her wrist out of his grip. "But the fact remains, I have nothing to give you."

"Ms. Sara, I assure you I know EXACTLY what you have to give. I know you better than your own mother at this point. And I can tell from your reaction and the look in your eyes that you are beginning to understand the position you are currently in. You have little choice other than to sit there and listen to what I am going to tell you, so take a deep breath and pay attention. Are you ready?" Lucas said in a disturbingly calm voice. 

"Yes" Sara said far more meekly than she wanted it to

"First let me tell you about Aero. I realize you probably did a great deal of research about this company, otherwise you wouldn't have felt comfortable getting on that plane."

"Fat lot of good that did me." Sara huffed

Lucas looked away slowly before returning to stare directly into Sara's eyes. "Do NOT interupt me again. You have a smart mouth, its part of the reason I picked you but there is a time and a place and this is neither" 

"You picked me? What do you mean by that." Sara stared at him disbelievingly.

Lucas stiffened and gave Sara a very hard look. "Enough. Do not open your mouth again until I tell you to. Nod if you can follow that simple direction"

OMG - what was going on? Sara's irritation was quickly turning to fear. Feeling she had no other choice, she cautiously nodded. 

"Good girl. Continuing - Aero is my company and it is an extremely profitable and successful company. What it does is none of your business nor concern. You are not here to provide management consulting or training as you were led to believe. As you suspected, you were lied to. What my business does is none of your concern but what it has afforded me will be enlightening to you in your current prediciment. The success of my company has given me the chance to have whatever I want. And I wanted you." At this Lucas paused. Sara swallowed hard to keep from speaking and tried to keep the fear that was overwhelming her from showing in her eyes. 

"Nicely done, Ms. Sara." Lucas said obviously pleased she had followed his order not to talk. " I own most of Palau. This airport is actually my airport. The employees you see here, they work for me. The passengers waiting to disembark - they were here to work with my company and at my request, though none of them know me personally. This is a small island. Its important that you remember that." 

Lucas stood, scooted his chair in front of her so close that their legs were now touching and he lowered his voice.

"What I don't have, that I want, is a woman. I have no interest in girlfriends or god forbid a wife. I have no room for that in my life. But I am human and I want a woman. And for the next month that is going to be you." He paused, not so much for her to react as to make a point. 

"I own you. That debt you 'spoke' of a moment ago? I bought it. Your parents house, your brother's house? I own those too. It's me your in debt to and your going to earn your way out of it. Do you understand that?"

Sara stared at him, clearly unable to process what he was saying. 

"I said, do you understand? Answer me."

"Yes, I guess... I mean no. What do you mean I am going to earn my way out of it - why would you buy my debt and their houses. I guess, no, obviously I don't understand." She stammered

Lucas smiled, looking terrifyingly handsome and mean. "Come on now Sara - you're smarter than this. Its not that difficult to understand. I needed a woman. I found you, I wanted you and now you are here. See? Not so complicated."

His condescending tone sparked something deep inside her, pushing away the fear temporarily and bringing back the anger. "What the fuck do you want me for?"

"Exactly, I knew you were a smart girl."

"What?" She looked at him as if he were speaking another language. 

"I want to fuck you. And I will fuck you, in the literal sense, frequently."

"Oh my god. What?" Sara's hand flew up to cover her neck as she looked at him aghast.

"I truly hate repeating myself. So I guess we're back to you keeping that mouth shut until I tell you to open it." Lucas said as her reached over and put his hand on her cheek. He slowly rubbed his thumb across her lips. "That mouth. I am going to put that to such good use. Don't worry, I'll be telling you to open it wide before long." 

Sara was on the verge of either hyperventilating or throwing up so speaking was not an option anyway. 

"The way this works is this - you will stay here for a month. A month in which you belong to me. You will do whatever, whenever and with whomever I tell you. You don't have to like it, I'll like it enough for both of us." The grin that had disappeared once more spread across his face. "Is that clear enough for you? Do you understand me? A simple yes or no please."

"Yes" she squeaked out. "But I won't do it."

Though he visibly swallowed his irritation that she didn't follow his direction, Lucas answered calmly "I figured you might say that. Frankly, I hoped you might say it. That's just the kind of pervert I am. But I recognize that you do have a choice. Let me lay it out for you. If you refuse me and insist on getting back on that plane, I will ruin you financially. I will call in your debt immediately. I will foreclose on your family's homes. And before you even think about it, there is no way you will trace any of that back to me. I have made a career at hiding my financial dealings. This is child's play for me." At this Lucas paused and waited for Sara to look him in the eyes. 

"But, if you get in that limo waiting outside with me, when we get to my house I will instead wipe out all of that debt - yours, your family's - gone just like that. Do you understand?"

Struggling to maintain her compsure so she could think, Sara said "Yes. You want to rape me for a month."

Laughing deeply, Lucas shook his head. "No, Sara. Before you leave here with me today you will know exactly what is happening and you will go of your own free will. It will not be rape. Again, you may not want it and that's okay with me. But it won't be rape."

"Then you want me to be a prostitute - sleep with you and you pay me by paying off my debts. Is that about accurate?" Sara snapped.

"If that is how you chose to interpret it that's up to you. From what I've learned about you, I think you're smarter than that and that you can rationally see the opportunity here. However, you are defintely wrong about one thing. You will not be "sleeping with me". I will be fucking you. In this case I will repeat myself - you will do whatever I tell you, whenever I tell you and with whomever I tell you. Do you understand?" Lucas said. His patience was obviously wearing thin. 

"So you want a sex slave?" Sara spat out at him. "Oh God - you didn't have to go to all this trouble. There are people out there who love that shit. Why don't you get one of them and leave me alone" What started out as an angry rant trailed off into a pitiful plea.

"Oh little thing... you better stop pleading now or we won't make it to the house." He said in a voice that clearly communicated how turned on he was becoming at her desperation. "I don't want a slave. I will not threaten you with physical harm. I am not into whipping a girl or beating her or tying her up - that's not my thing. Though I may spank your ass if you deserve it, which you already do. I am not looking for someone to keep under my bed in leather straps. I am in need of someone to do what they are told, when they are told. When I'm not using you, you're free to do whatever you please. Swim, read a book, go for a walk, go to the beach, learn fucking quantum physics. I truly don't care - I hope you have a great time on the island. But when I want to fuck you, I will fuck you. Do you understand?" 

"I think I'm going to be sick" Sara moaned. 

"If you are truly going to be sick, the bathroom is that way." Lucas gestured toward the ladies room at the far side of the waiting room. "If you're being overly dramatic then do me a favor and stop." He paused for a moment for Sara to get up. 

"I am sure this is overwhelming but if you can put aside your hang ups, you might see this is a great opportunity. I don't actually care if you do. I just think that it IS a great opportunity for you. And I think you're smart enough to see that. Of course, the choice is yours. Stay here and be debt free or go home and figure out how to live in your car... with your parents...and your brother's family." And again, the terrifying and gorgeous grin spread across his face.

"You are a sick fuck"

"Yep, probably. Of course, you could be flattered. I really want to fuck you." Lucas paused.

"I could have any number of women. I actually have women on the island who would kill for this opportunity. But I want you."

"Oh? Why didn't you say that before? That's totally romantic, sign me up." Sara couldn't help herself.

"That is the kind of thing that will cause me to spank your ass. You are such a fucking smart ass. I'm going to have to keep your mouth full." Lucas said "But since you mentioned romance - I should address that. This isn't going to be romantic. We are not going to fall in love. This isn't 50 fucking shades of gray. It will be hot, and dirty and nasty and you may actually love it. But it won't be romantic. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Though you flatter yourself to think that even entered my mind."

"Just covering all the bases, babe. Well almost all the bases." Lucas stood abruptly. "I have waited long enough. That plane is leaving for Hawaii in 15 minutes." He said gesturing out the window to one of the small planes. " I need your answer in 5 minutes. If you decide to stay, we go to the house, and I'll immediately take care of financial business and you're financially set. If you decide to leave, I'll put you on that plane and you'll never hear from me again. By the time you land back in Des Moines you will be bankrupt and your family will be homeless. And oh, do remember- everyone here works for me. Don't even think about going over to one of them to ask for help. Try that and the whole deal is off." Lucas started to turn from the table. "I'm going to go get a drink while you think about it. Do you want anything?"

"My fucking god... no." Sara said in a shellshocked and furious voice.

"Calling me that already are you? Oh kitten, just you wait." and with a smirk Lucas turned and walked toward what passed for a bar in the small airport. 

What choice did she have? It was extoration at best, prostitution at worst. Sara hadn't known this man more than 30 minutes and he held her whole future in his hands. How the hell had this happened? She was angry and scared and completely freaked out. Could she even do it? 

Then it occurred to her that maybe there was a way out of this. The bastard said, twice, that he would pay off her debt as soon as they got to his house. He also said, though why she believed him she didn't know, that he wouldn't rape her. What was to keep her from agreeing, going with him to the house and then refusing to have sex with him? As Lucas had said, this wasn't a big island, they would be to "the house" in very little time she suspected. This whole nightmare could be over as quickly as it started. Lucas appeared to have this thing pretty well thought out but perhaps she had found the loophole. Sara was good at loopholes - she'd been looking for them and using them to her advantage her whole life. 

She stared out the window at that plane that would soon leave for Hawaii. There was no one in this airport that could help her. Once that plane was gone she was stuck here, unless she wanted to swim to Hawaii. Sara strived in her life to be pragmatic and rational, this was definitely not the time to let her emotions take over her brain. She had to consider the consequences.

It wasn't as if she was a virgin or a prude even. And Lucas certainly wasn't heinous. In a different place she would have found him attractive and even been extremely flattered if he approached her in a club. Frankly, he was out of her league. She had been with a handful of men and she liked sex but this was something completely different and terrifying. What the hell did he mean - anywhere, anytime... with anyone? He was clearly exageratting - talking tough so she knew he was serious. Then again, if her plan worked, she wouldn't have to do anything. And really, again, what choice did she have? 

Lucas slowly walked back over to the table, slidding his chair back to the other side of the table, drink in hand. "Time's up. What's your decision?"

[JEMMA]

Sara held her head in her hands. She couldn't believe she was going to do this. Struggling to maintain her compsure, she took a deep breath.

"Okay, yeah. I got it. Back to my hometown it is, then" Lucas turned from the table with intent.

"No! Wait! Wait!" Sara cried out, finding her voice. "I'll do it. I'll do it. I can't believe I'm saying this but I'll do it."

Lucas turned back around and flashed her his devilish grin. Walking up to her, he reached out and patted her cheek. "As I knew it would be. You're a smart girl, after all. Top of your class, wildly successful at work and really anything else you put your mind to. I almost wish my goal with you was more cerebral. Almost."

"Don't gloat and don't think for one minute that I want to do this. I think you're an absolute pig for doing this but I can't see any other choice." Tears flooded Sara eyes and she hated the pitful sound in her voice. "Will you tell me something - how do you know these things about me? How did you find me? Why me?"

"I will answer these questions. But that's it. Then we'll go over the rules and get started. I've waited too long for this to waste time on pointless questions." Lucas moved his stool back in front of her so it was practically touching her knees. Squeezing himself between the stool and her legs he sat down, pushed his knee between her legs making her already short skirt ride up her legs and placed one of his hands on her bare and exposed right thigh. Looking down at his hand, then up at her, Sara saw on his face that he was already seeing her as his possesion. 



"When people tell you that nothing you put on the internet is private, they're not kidding. Honestly, I don't even know where I first saw you. On the page of a friend of a friend of a business associate or some such thing. You're not the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, but there was something about you that caught my eye." While he was talking, Lucas moved his knee further between her legs and stroked the inside of her naked thigh. "First rule - you keep your knees apart unless I tell you to cross your legs. I will have access to you at all times. Do you understand?"

Sara nodded slowly as his words sunk in.

"Once I saw you, I had all the resources of my company to learn more about you." Lucas continued. "And I did. Well, my people did and they gave the information to me. After that, once I decided you were the one I wanted, it was just a matter of determining what would appeal to you enough to get you here. Simple." Lucas was clearly uninterested in this subject. Now he had both hands, palms down on the insides of her thighs, moving her skirt even further up as he went. Sara looked around, mortified that he had his hands nearly all the way up her skirt as she sat in this room... with a half dozen people a mere few feet away. Lucas's right hand had made it all the way to the edge of her panties and he began to slowly move his finger along the edge, then using his thumb, he put pressure directly on her clit. Sara reflexively squeezed her thighs together in shock. 



With a throaty laugh, he leaned over and put his mouth just above her ear. His hands were now pinned between her thighs. Having the opposite effect than Sara intended. He used his index finger to stroke her slit through her panties. "I'm going to give you a break because this is obviously a lot to absorb. But this pussy now belongs to me and if I want to touch it, I'm going to touch it. Public or not. Do you understand?" he asked with the now familar refrain. 

"Yes" Sara said in a barely audible whisper. 

Lucas sat back on his stool and replaced his knee between her thighs to pry them apart again. "So now you know why and how or enough of why and how. Suffice it to say, something about you is extremely fuckable. A month should be long enough to scratch that itch. Or at least that's the plan. Are you satisfied with that answer?"

With little enthusiasm, Sara said "I guess I have to be."

"Well then. Let's move on shall we?" Lucas backed his stool up, removing his leg and his hands. He watched her pointedly to see if she would close her thighs. Though she started to pull her legs together, she reluctantly stopped. Sara refused to look up at him. "Very good. I knew it wouldn't take you long to learn. Maybe that's why smart girls turn me on. Less time explaining things to them, more time fucking."

"You really like that word." Sara said with clear disdain.

"I do actually." Lucas said unapologetically. "Rarely does a word so accurately capture the feel of an act. So yeah, I really like it." He said as brought his hands together and rubbed them vigourously. 

"Okay, enough of this boring talk. Let's get down to brass tacks." Seeing the look of horror on Sara's face, Lucas dropped his hands to his sides and smiled almost playfully. "Oh get that look off your face. There won't be any actual brass tacks." He was clearly enjoying himself now. "I told you, I have no desire to cause you physical pain."

"Just psychological." Sara hated that she sound petulant but this man scared the hell out of her. 

"Well sometimes the sexiest part of a woman is her psyche. Here's what I know about you, Ms Sara. You are used to being in charge and that's the way you like it. You take care of yourself, your family, your employees. People listen to you, you're a leader. You like to be in control." He paused to wait for her silent, tacit agreement of his assessment. He leaned in to Sara and lowered his voice. "I'm going to take all that control away from you, Sara. Maybe you'll like it, probably you won't - but I'm gonna love it. So maybe I am more a sadist than I like to admit." Lucas stood over her quietly for a moment. "Yeah, definitely a sadist. I am actually loving your face right now. Sulking is a good look for you." 

Picking up a bag sitting on the floor that Sara had not noticed previously, Lucas resumed his business like demeaor. "Here is what's going to happen now. You going to go into the bathroom and put on this dress. Only this dress. You will put all of the clothng you are wearing now back in this bag and leave it in the bathroom. It will collected and returned to you at the end of the month. Do yourself a favor and don't come out of that bathroom wearing anything but what's in this bag. You will regret it." 

Lucas stood and reached his hand out to Sara to help her stand. Staring at him without moving she once again racked her brain for ways to escape this madness. 

"Now!" Lucas practially hissed through clinched teeth.




Getting to her feet, Sara realized how weak her legs felt. She stumbled forward and had to take his arm to steady herself. Still suporrting her, Lucas reached down and brushed her hair away from her neck. He leaned into her and took her earlobe between his teeth and sucked. "You are delicious. I can't wait to get a taste of all of you." Then he spun her toward the bathroom door and gave her a push. "You can wear the same shoes, you won't have them on long anyway" he said loudly enough for everyone to hear. 

[JEMMA]

Sara returned from the bathroom wearing a strapless white cotton jersey dress that consisted of an elasticized tube top and a loose skirt that came down mid thigh. As instructed, she wore only what was in the bag and the black pumps she had worn on the plane to Palau. This meant she wore no bra and no panties and in the cold air of the airport she knew her nipples were standing straight out. She didn't have big breasts, not by conventinal standards. But she knew they were nice - probably her best feature. Apparently Lucas was also of that belief as the dress clearly accentuated them. She might as well have been naked.The perfect way to start this nightmare, Sara thought. She was, after all, now essentially a hooker. 













"OMG. That's even better than I thought it would be." Lucas said as she walked toward him. "You have the greatest tits" he said as he reached out and cupped one, rubbing his thumb across the material and over her very erect nipple. Struggling not to pull away, Sara let out a quiet whimper. 

"Oh god yes. Whimper for me baby." Lucas's erection was now very obvious through his linen pants. "We have to get moving. Come on". He reached around andput his hand on her ass to guide her and as he did so he checked for panty lines "I see you are already better at following directions. I'm proud of you." he said smuggly

"Fuck you" Sara said with far more defiance than she felt.

Laughing loudly, Lucas smacked her ass as hard as he could given their positions. "Soon kitten, very soon. And to add to your pleasure, you just earned yourself another ass smacking as soon as its more convenient. Now move along"

[JEMMA]

To Sara's mortification they were being approached by a man in a business suit who was obviously amused by what he had just witnessed. "So she's finally here, huh?" the man asked Lucas. Removing his sunglasses he looked Sara up and down with hungry eyes. "Well, I am not disappointed. You do have good taste." Smiling, Lucas moved his right hand up from her ass and placed it over Sara's shoulder, casually reaching into the top of her dress to caress her bare breast. Sara gasped audibly.



"Of course I do,Tim. This is Sara and so far she is spectacular." Lucas said to the man as if he were discussing a car. "Of course, its been a long time since we've had a new woman around here so maybe we're not the best judges." He said with a shrug and a wink. The men shared a laugh. "Good point, Luke." Tim said. "But either way, this one looks like a lot of fun."

"Well we're on our way to the house now, so I'll be able to give you a full report soon." As he said this. Lucas rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb inside her dress. The blood rushed to Sara's face, and to her absolute mortification, to her pussy. 

"Well Sara, its nice to see you in the flesh. And I am looking very forward to seeing more of it." Tim said as he put his sunglasses back on. "Don't let me hold you up - you clearly have some urgent business to attend to. Luke, I'd give you a congratulatory hand shake but I wouldn't want to pull you away from the task at hand." The man's enjoyment of the show and pleasure at Sara's discomfort was obvous in his leecherous smile. 

Lucas pulled Sara toward him and around the man. "See you Tim. I think we'll be ready by Tuesday night."

"Excellent, I can hardly wait." Tim replied and walked off giving Sara a final appreciative appraisal as he passed. 

"What's Tuesday night?" Sara asked. Lucas had continued to roll her nipple between his fingers, causing her voice to be strained and choked. At her question, he pinched her nipple tightly. "None of your business young lady. It'll be a nice surprise for you." And again, Sara felt a quiver of fear and dread that weakened her knees and caused Lucas to chuckle deep in his throat. 

Stepping through the airport door into the heat, Sara's breath was taken away by the humidity. As they approached a dark limo at the curb, the man who had apparently been assigned to collect her - Ben- stepped out of the front seat and opened the back door. Sara looked at him now with a fresh perspective. Who was this guy? Did he know what was happening to her? Did he care? The closer they got to the car, the more embarrased Sara became. 

"After you, my dear" Jacob say as he indicated she should climb in the car. As force of habit, Sara reached around to gather her skirt around her ass as she bent to get in the car. Jacob quickly grabbed her wrist and yanked her hand away, causing her to let go of her short skirt. "Available to me at all times. Did I not make myself clear?" Lucas barked. By holdng her arm behind her while she bent over halfway into the car, Lucas was holding her in a position that clearly exposed both her ass and her pussy to anyone on the sidewalk - including Ben. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please let me get in the car. Please." Sara begged in a panic as she squirmed to try without success to cover her ass. "I don't know, the view from here is lovely. You don't have the world's greatest ass but it sure looks good at the moment." and instead of releasing her into the car, Lucas caressed her ass with his left hand as he continued to hold on to her wrist with the other hand. After what felt like forever, he gave her a light smack before he released her with a small shove into the car. 

Once in the car, Sara struggled to swallow her embarrasment as she felt the relief of being seculded and no longer on display. There were two large seats, facing one another. Behind the seat that faced backward was a dark glass partition that separated the back area from the driver and passenger seats. Sara sunk into the backward facing seat. 

"Sit over there" Lucas said as he entered the car, indicating the other seat. He took the seat she left unoccupied. Knowing that he was going to be on the other side of the car, her heart stopped racing for a moment. She had made it through the humiliation of the airport, and since they would be to the house shortly, her plan could still work The last hour had been mortifiying and terrifying but while there was no way she was getting out of this with her dignity intact, there was still a chance she could end this without having sex with this deviant. 



After he got settled, Lucas rapped on the glass behind his head to indicate they were ready to move, then he turned his attention to Sara. Specifically, he stared at her thighs that were neatly pressed together. Without a word, Sara looked away from his meancing gaze and spread her legs apart.

"Nice. But things change when we're in here. New rules." Lucas moved toward her until he had significantly closed the gap between them. "Lift your skirt up and put your ass directly on that seat." 

As Sara reluctantly complied, Lucas grabbed a small pillow next to him. "Lean forward" he ordered as he wedged the pillow behind the small of her back. "Now spread your legs. I'm paying good money for that cunt, let me see what I'm getting." Lucas said as he reached over and unceremoniously pulled her top down around her waist. He grabbed the fabric of her skirt and bunched it up against her hips and then pullled her hands down to rest beside the outside of her thighs. 

"OMG, you are beautiful." He said as he sat back and admired the view. "Spread those legs a little further and scoot toward me on the seat" His erection was now buldging at his pants and Sara no longer held out any hope that she would make it to the house. She could see her reflection in the dark glass above Lucas's head and humiliation and arousal flooded her in equal parts. What the hell was happening to her? 

"Before I lose my mind and fuck the hell out of you right here, I need to tell you the rest of the rules." Lucas said without removing his gaze from Sara's pussy. "First one you already know. You belong to me and all the best parts of you need to be accesible to me at all times. When we are in this car you will always ride just like this. I will put my hands on you, or in you, whenever I want... no matter where we are - no questions." Lucas paused for a moment to let that sink in. "To facilitate this, you will wear what is laid out for you to wear each morning. You will not add anything or omit anything from what you are given to wear. Do you understand?"

Sitting on the leather seat with breasts fully exposed, nipples hard as rocks and her pussy on display, Sara was as vulnerable as she had ever been in her life. All she could do was nod. 

"Good. Moving on. I am not interested in what comes out of your mouth, I am interested in what I can put in it. As far as I'm concerned, that mouth is for licking and sucking. However, when you do speak to me there are a few things you need to remember." Gesturing to her fully exposed breast, Lucas said "You will refer to those as your tits. They are not breasts or boobs. Those words are for 'ladies' and for the next month you are going to be nothing like a lady. They are tits. When you ask me to suck on your tits - and you will - you will say 'Lucas, suck on my tits.' And that juicy piece of snatch between your legs? That's your cunt. You may sometimes refer to it as your pussy but I prefer cunt. You will never refer to it as your 'vagina'. Do you understand?"

"Yes"

"Let me hear you say it. Practice for me." 

Confused and horrified by her body's reaction to this exposed position and light headed from her racing heart Sara stammered "I don't ... I don't know what you want me to say." 

"Ask me if I like it" Lucas said with that all too familar devious grin as he rubbed his jaw. 

"Oh god. Please don't make..." Sara started to plead but soon realized by the look on his face, she was just going to make it worse. She had agreed to this, she had to follow through or her life was essentially over. 

"Do you like my cunt?" she whispered. 

"I don't know, Ms Sara, I need you to show me some more of it. Spread your legs wider." 

When Sara's legs were as wide as they could go and her cunt was open and fully exposed Jacob grinned wide. "Oh yes, I do like your cunt Sara. I like it a lot. It appears its quite tight, as I had hoped it would be. Do you like it?"

"Um... yes?" Sara said, confused by the question. 

"Oh, you don't know? Tell me you like it, Sara. Tell me what you like to do with your pussy."

What he wanted was becoming more obvious by the mintue. "I like my pussy, Lucas. I like to fuck with my pussy."

"Very good. But you can't always get fucked when you want to, can you? Sometimes you have to fuck yourself, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Sometimes I have to fuck myself." Sara's voice was virtually inaudible.

"Show me, Sara. Fuck yourself for me."

Sara closed her eyes and tried again to pretend this wasn't happening. And she tried to pretend that her pussy wasn't wet. Her nipples were hard in the cold air and the road was bumpy and the effect on her naked tits was so pleasurable. 




"I said fuck yourself Sara" Jacob ordered gruffly. When she opened her eyes she saw that he had unzipped his pants and taken out his erection, which he stroked idly. "Do as your told or the deal is off."

Sara slowly moved her hand from beside her thigh and began to rub her clit. She was undeniably aroused and this disgusted her.. and aroused her more. She turned her head to the side and shut her eyes so she wouldn't have to see herself in the glass. Her face was burning up as she felt the blush bloom across it. 

"Ho God, you are really loving this aren't you. Look at you, you're dripping wet. If this is the way you're going to react I may have to put a cover on that seat so you don't ruin my leather" Jacob said in a cruel and amused voice. "I may have found myself a little whore after all. Tell me how much you like it."

"I like touching myself."

"You can do better than that."

"I like touching my cunt. I like to rub my clit."

"Clearly." he smirked. "Pinch your nipples for me."

While Sara complied, she felt herself getting closer and closer to coming. What is wrong with me? she thought. This is awful and this man is disgusting. As you was right on the edge of an orgasm, her thoughts and her rhythm were interupted by a strange whiring sound. Sara's eyes flew open as the window between the compartments rolled down. This gave Ben, who was turned around in the passenger seat, a full view of her naked breasts and spread eagle pussy with her hand furiously working her clit. Sara shrieked and made an effort to cover herself.

"Who the hell told you to stop?" Lucas growled as he reached across and yanked her top back down to her waist. "Spread those legs NOW!"

Sara didn't react. He couldn't be serious. But all doubts about his intentions were quickly put to rest as he grabbed her knees and pushed them apart. 

"What's up Ben?" Lucas asked over his shoulder while he kept his hand pinning Sara's knees open and against the seat.

[JEMMA]

“Wow. Really sorry to interrupt Boss... sort of" Ben said with a leer, though he didn't sound too apologetic and he certainly didn't look away. "There appears to be a minor accident up ahead. Do you want us to find an alternate route or wait it out?" 

"Let's wait it out. That'll give us time to teach our Sara here a lesson she appears to be having a hard time learning. So as practice to do what she's told, she's going to give you and Romelio a little show. Better if were stopped in traffic, I wouldn't want you to run into anything Romelio" Lucas laughed. "Go ahead and flip down your visor mirror."



The driver eagerly did as he was told and let out a low whistle. Sara was now clearly on display for all three men in the car. "I think you were in the middle of something when we were interrupted, go ahead and pick up where you left off Ms. Sara." Lucas said in a ridiculously casual voice, as if he was ordering her to sing his favorite song. 

"I can't, please Lucas. Mr. Charles, please. I can't do this." The desperation in Sara's voice lit up Lucas's eyes.

"You can, and if you don't want me to have Romelio turn this car back to the airport you WILL do as your told. Now tell the nice gentleman what you were doing."

Again, there was no choice for her to make. Looking down to avoid their faces, Sara said quitely "I was fucking myself"



Lucas laughed gruffly again "And as you can see, she was really enjoying it. Go ahead Sara, show us how it's done."

Sara shuddered as she laid her head back against the seat and slowly reached over to rub her clit. She was still wet and goddamit she was still turned on. If she kept her eyes closed she could pretend they weren't there. And as she sped up, she unbelievably felt herself again on the edge of coming.

"That's enough for now boys. Sorry to be selfish but I am the Boss." And with that Sara heard two groans and the whiring of the glass being rolled back up. She opened her eyes and stopped rubbing herself. 

"Good girl, Sara. That was quite a treat for them. Those boys haven't seen a cunt that pretty and that wet in 6 months. It was a nice show. They'll be looking forward to more." Lucas leaned back in his seat and spread his own legs, making his erect cock the clear focus for both of them. "But you haven't earned the right to come yet, so remove your hand."

Sara did as she was told and placed both hands to her sides. Anger, desire and humiliation coursed through her body 

"Good. We're going to save that for later. Right now, I'm going give that gorgeous mouth a test drive. Come over here and suck my dick." 

Startled by the gruff order, Sara hesitated. And then because she had no choice and frankly feared what else he would make her do if she didn't react quickly, she slid off the seat on to her knees and wrapped her hands around Lucas's cock. "That feels nice. But I told you to put it in your mouth" he growled as he pulled her face into his lap. 




"You look so beautiful that way. I've wanted to see my dick in your mouth since the first day I set eyes on your picture." Lucas said while holding her head by her hair so he could get the best view. He pushed down on her head, forcing her take his who erection down her throat. "The next 30 days is going to be even better than I expected." he groaned. 

And all Sara could do was hope that the house really was just around the corner.

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[JEMMA]

As the car came to a stop in front of the house, Sara crawled back to her seat. Before getting up, she leaned sideways against the seat and put her head down on it. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and tried hard to slow her breathing. Her heart was still racing and she was flushed. 

Lucas sighed deeply as he sat with his head leaned back and his hands in his lap. 



"Unbelievable. Ms. Sara, you are quite a cocksucker. That was definitely in the top 10 of blow jobs I've ever had," He said as he tucked himself back into his pants and zipped them up. "And you know what they say, practice makes perfect. By the end of the month I expect you should find yourself up in the top 5. God, I fucking needed that." 

He reached out with his foot and gently toed at Sara's thigh. "Didn't even have to tell you to swallow, now did I? That's certainly refreshing," Lucas said as he looked out the window. "Great, we're home."

"Enough resting. Jump up there on the seat. It's time to go inside and fix your financial problems... and let some other folks get a chance to meet you." Lucas reached down and grabbed her hand to help pull her up to the seat. "Pull your top up. They won't be able control themselves if you walk in there parading those tits around." Lucas waited while she followed his direction. "Because we are just getting started, I will reiterate and clarify what I expect once we get out of this car. Are you ready?"

Sitting back on the seat, Sara pulled her dress up over her breasts and pulled the front of her skirt down around her thighs. The relief she felt at having being covered helped to calm her down. Though she wanted to forget about his rules, wanted to defy this asshole, she made sure that she kept her legs spread far enough apart to hopefully apease Lucas. 

Lucas leaned over and squeezed her right knee in acknowledgment of her compliance with the first rule. "Apparently our lesson back there in 'traffic' must have taught you something," he grinned. "Oh, please tell me that it will take that kind of consequence to get you to learn. Watching you on the edge of coming while rubbing your pussy for three men you don't know... now THAT was worth the price of admission."

Sara gasped. "No. No Lucas. I'll do what you say. I don't need that." The thought of what she had done in front of those men shamed her so deeply she felt her whole body go hot and red. 

"You're not helping yourself with that blushing. My dick is twitching back to life just watching you squirm," Lucas said as he moved his hand from her knee up her thigh. "I'm going to tell you what happens from here and what I expect of you. Are you ready to listen?" he asked. 



Sara tried to answer but Lucas had moved his hand all the way up her skirt and was once again stroking her slit. She was still wet from masturbating and, though she hated to admit it, from having his cock in her mouth. She started to open her mouth to tell him she was ready to listen, and as she did he slid a finger into her wet cunt. "I'm... ohhhh, God... ahhhh," Sara moaned before she could stop herself.



Lucas grinned even larger as he slowly pulled his finger out of her pussy. "What was that Sara? Was that a yes?" he said with great amusement. "I'll take that as a yes." With just a moments hesitation he slid two fingers back into her incredibly tight cunt. Sara's eyes closed and her back arched. Stopping his movement, just leaving his fingers where they were, Lucas reached up and gently smacked her cheek with his other hand "Pay attention Sara. This is important"

Sara sat stock still "I'm sorry. I'm paying attention. I am," Sara said, as she tried with all her might to ignore the sensation of his fingers inside her. "This isn't right,"she thought "I won't let him make me come. I won't." Sara used all of her concentration to look directly into Lucas's eyes. "Go ahead," she said through her teeth. "I'm all ears"

"Oh no, kitten. You feel like all hot, tight wet pussy to me," and withdrew his fingers halfway while putting his thumb on her clit. He started moving it in a slow circle. "But since you said you're ready, here we go." He kept up the gentle motion and Sara shuddered. But she kept her eyes on his face. He chuckled. "We're going to get out of the car and you will thank both Ben and Romelio for the transportation and the lesson." Lucas waited while her face reflected her shame. "In the house, we will go directly to my office. The rules in office are just like in this car. I am about to go in there and transfer what is whole lot of money into your accounts. I expect to be able to see all of what I'm getting for that money. Do you understand?"

Sara concentrated hard on his mouth while she tried to maintain her composure. She knew that she was 2 circles away from coming and she wanted that so badly she could cry. There was no way she could stop it. "I do," she said with what little breath she could manage. Abruptly Lucas withdrew his fingers and pulled his hand from out of her skirt. He gave her that cruel, cold smile as he wiped his wet fingers on her skirt. 



"Well, as long as you're ready, let's go." Lucas once again rapped on the glass behind his head. Within moments the limo door to her left opened. Lucas gracefully exited out the door, then turned around to help her out of the car. The first thing Sara saw as she stood was the grinning faces on Ben and Romelio as they stood behind the open door. Sara averted her eyes and ducked her head. She didn't believe she could be more embarrassed, but she'd been wrong. 

"Ms. Sara, don't you have something to say to these gentlemen?" Lucas ask as he reached down and grabbed her chin, forcing it up so she was looking at both men. 

"Thank you for the ride," Sara said. A phrase that caused all three men to laugh out loud. 

"Dammit Boss, I really wish I could have had a ride," Ben said. 

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna need to ride something after that performance," Romelio, the driver, said with a heavy accent Sara didn't recognize. 

"What else Sara?" Lucas prodded.

"Thank you for the lesson," Sara said quietly.

"What did she say?" Ben asked, with fake confusion.

"You'll have to forgive her Ben. Ms. Sara has recently had something quite large stuck in her throat," Lucas cracked. "Louder, Ms. Sara," Lucas ordered. "And be more specific"

Sara tried to swallow but found her mouth dry. "Thank you for teaching me the consequences of not doing what I am told," she said in a surprisingly strong voice.

"Well, I think I speak for both of us when I say I hope you didn't learn that lesson too well, Ms Sara," Ben said as he shut the door. "Boss - we're available anytime you need any help with 'lessons'."

"I think they'll probably be a few volunteers for that role, but Sara will always remember the first guys who watched her fondle her cunt in a limo, I can promise you that," Lucas said as he pushed her past the men, giving the driver a pat on the shoulder as he passed. "Way to keep it on the road Romelio - that must have taken some skill."



Sara decided to focus on walking steadily to the house and ignoring the laughs behind her. The "house" was more of a hacienda. The large, single story building was surrounded by beautiful tropical gardens, crowned by towering palm trees. It was a beautiful house, tasteful in its appearance with its architecture and colors complementing the surroundings impeccably. Sara took a moment to admire the whole scene. This was not what she had expected. That seemed to be a theme of the day. 

[JEMMA]

Though she couldn't see the water, it was obvious that the house sat on the ocean. Sara could hear the tide and smell the salt water. The sun was dipping behind the house and Sara was sure it would be down in less than a half an hour. Under any other circumstances she would be excited to watch the sunset. 

"Beautiful isn't it?" Lucas asked. "I think you will find this is an excellent place to relax and enjoy your 'internship'. You know, people pay a lot of money to visit a South Pacific Island and stay in a place this nice? You're really getting quite a deal," Lucas teased.

Sara whipped her head around to face him. "A deal? Are you fucking serious?"

"You know I am FUCKING serious doll. And the more you give me that attitude the more seriously I am going to fuck you. Keep it up," Lucas said as he pushed her toward the door. 

As they walked up to the door, it was opened by yet another man. "Evening Boss, everything going as you wished?" said the man beside the door. 

"Better actually, Josh," Lucas replied. "This one's got attitude, looks and she's kind of slut to boot. The trifecta!" 

"Excellent," Josh said as he gave Lucas a high-five. "I assume we won't be seeing you the rest of the evening?" he said as he closed the door behind him. 

"I sure as hell hope not," Lucas said as he stuck his hand up the back of Sara's skirt and stroked her bare ass. "I think Sara's going to need to blow off some steam before she meets the rest of the crew. We're headed to the office. Have James put some dinner in Sara's room in about a half an hour. I'll talk to you in the morning." Lucas and Josh shook hands and Josh turned to go. 

"Come on Boss, just a peek?" he said instead of walking away.

Lucas made that low mean chuckling noise Sara was starting to understand meant something she was going to hate was about to happen. "You always were a 'tits man', weren't ya?" Lucas said with a laugh. He turned to Sara, "Ms. Sara, my friend Josh would like to see your tits. Unless I say otherwise, you should treat what my friend Josh wants as if what he wants is what I want. Do you understand?"

It took Sara only a moment to understand. She nodded slowly

"Then by all means girl, show him those gorgeous tits," Lucas said.



Sara reached up to her top and pulled it down over her swollen breasts. The material brushed across her erect nipples, causing them to ache more than they already were. 

"Oh yeah. Fuck. Those are awesome. Not too big, not too small, nice and perky - oh man," Josh said as he stared at her. "Fuck Boss, look at those nipples? She could cut glass with those," he laughed as he rubbed his dick through his pants. "Are you sure there's no touching?"

"Sorry Josh, not yet. You'll have to wait your turn." Lucas grinned as reached out and caressed Sara's breasts. "Me first. See you tomorrow."

"Its good to be the boss, huh?" Josh said as he watched Lucas and Sara walk down the hall. 

"You know it," Lucas said without turning around. He flipped Sara's skirt up to show Josh her ass as they walked away. 

Sara's top was still around her waist, but she tried to pretend as if they were just walking through the house to talk business in this man's "office". That would be a lot easier if her breasts weren't feeling so heavy and bouncing sensually due to the high heels she still wore. 

At the end of the hall, Lucas gestured to large double doors made of teak. "Through there Ms. Sara," he said as he opened the door and stepped aside to let her to pass through. "Are you excited about paying off your debt?" Ben mocked as he pinched her right nipple. 

"Fuck you," Sara said for the second time that day. She wasn't sure what was worse, the degradation and exhibitionism he was forcing on her, or his constant amusement at her discomfort. Sara was going to relish refusing him as soon as he hit the send button on her debt. 

"Yeah, I'm having a hard time waiting too, kitten. But we'll get there soon, I promise." Lucas grabbed her arm and directed her to a leather couch that was directly in front of a large desk made of dark wood. The entire room was wood in one form or another. The teak floor was covered in beautiful rugs. Behind the desk were two large and fully stocked book shelves. Between the two bookshelves, a large cabinet hung on the wall. To her right, the entire western wall was made of glass. Through the glass Sara took in the gorgeous view of the Pacific. Sara begrudgingly admired the style, it was actually very classy- something she wasn't expecting from this pig of a man. 

"Do you like what you see?" Lucas asked.

"It's beautiful," Sara answered honestly.

Lucas put a hand on the outside of each one of her bare breasts and gently rubbed her nipples with his thumbs as he leaned down and put his mouth against her neck right over her jugular vein. "I have excellent taste, Ms Sara," he said into her neck. As Sara struggled not to throw her head back to expose her neck more, Ben pulled away and pushed her down on the couch. 



"Ass on the leather, Sara. And I know you know what to do with those legs now, don't ya?" Lucas said over his shoulder as he headed to the desk. Sara stood slightly and pulled her skirt out from under her, putting her ass against the cold brown leather. She spread her legs apart a few inches and put her feet flat on the ground. Lucas didn't look up as the computer on his desk made noise indicating he was booting it up. He turned from the computer and opened the large cabinet on the wall behind the desk. In the cabinet was a huge flat screen TV. Sara could tell by the image that it was currently showing his computer's desktop. 



Lucas turned back toward the desk, glancing out at her as he started to sit in the chair behind the desk. "SPREAD YOUR LEGS!" he shouted. Sara jumped, startled by his voice and his anger. She immediately moved her legs apart as far as she could. 

"I am not going to keep fucking telling you this Sara. I want to see that wet pussy of yours whenever you are seated with me. Move your skirt!" he ordered, still obviously angry. "You know what? Fuck this. Stand up!" he growled as he came around the table toward her. He reached out and grabbed he by the upper arm and pulled her to her feet.

"I'm sorry Lucas. I'm sorry. I just... I'm trying." Sara was once again scared of this maniac

"Trying isn't good enough babe. Trust me, you keep defying me by acting stupid and you will regret it," Lucas said through gritted teeth. He grabbed the top of Sara's dress and yanked the whole thing to the ground. "Step out of it," he ordered. Sara complied without hesitation. "Now sit and spread, you little whore," Lucas spat as he pushed her back onto the couch. 





Sara seethed. She really couldn't wait to see his face when after he paid off her debts she refused to obey him. This "you'll regret it" shit was getting tired. How much longer did he think he could threaten her once her debts were paid? It was as if the guy's brain was so strangled up by this control fascination that he wasn't seeing the huge flaw in his plan. Sara smiled slightly as she thought about how good it would feel to best him. 

But the debt remained for the moment. Sara complied with Lucas's order and spread her legs as wide as she could. She placed her hands next to the outside of her thighs, leaned her head back against the top of the couch and took several deep breathes. When she opened her eyes, Lucas was leaning against the front of his desk taking her all in. 

"That wasn't so hard now was it? Do NOT move from that position until I tell you. Do you understand?"

"I do," Sara said with a confidence she didn't actually feel. 

Lucas walked around to the other side of his desk and sat in front of his computer. He grabbed the keyboard and, and as Sara watched on the TV monitor on the wall, with a few keystrokes brought up three webpages - her student loan, her parent's mortgage company and her brother's. "I assume you know enough to recognize these accounts?" Lucas asked. 

"Yes, I do," Sara answered.

"Then you will watch closely." Lucas deftly made the necessary moves to transfer money in the amount of the outstanding balances on all three. It was over in less than 10 minutes. Her student loans were paid off. Her parents and brother's houses not just out of foreclosure - paid off. No more worrying about all of her family's problems. It was almost worth it. 

"There you are. Are you satisfied, Ms. Sara?"

Lucas asked and then he laughed out loud. "Of course I mean are you financially satisfied. I know you're not sexually satisfied... and you won't be until I say so" 

The grin on his face was so self-congratulatory it infuriated Sara. She sat here naked on this couch flustered, confused and angry and there he stood in front of her so smug and cocky. "Yes" Sara hissed. She stood up from the couch and grabbed her dress frm the floor and quickly pulled it up over her body. "Thanks for your help. I'd like to tell you it's been nice but... fuck you. I'll be going now."

Sara turned and strode toward the door as fast as her heels would allow, fully expecting and fearing Lucas would grab her and drag her back. Feet from the door, a voice came out of the TV monitor. 

"Do you like my cunt?" Sara heard her own voice ask. "I like my pussy, Lucas. I like to fuck with my pussy." 

Sara stopped and turned toward the monitor. There on the 60 inch screen she watched with utter horror as she heard herself say "Sometimes I have to fuck myself," and then the Sara on the screen, who was spread wide open, began to vigorously rub her clit. Sara put her hands to her face, covering her eyes. 



"You didn't really think I was that stupid did you, Ms. Sara?" Lucas calmly asked. If she thought he sounded smug before, the pleasure and gloating in his voice now was utterly intolerable. "You can open your eyes now, Sara." 

As Sara uncovered her eyes the screen on the monitor changed back to a webpage. This webpage however was her email inbox. Lucas clicked on the address book icon opening the file. "I hoped you would honor our deal but I didn't get rich by trusting people. So now I have a little insurance. You stay for the month, you honor your part of our agreement or all these people," Lucas used the mouse to indicate her email contacts "will know what a slut you are. I'll email everyone on this list this video... which doesn't stop here by the way" Lucas clicked back over to the video. As he hit play, Sara saw herself crawl to the floor of the car and take Lucas cock in her mouth. 

"Stop it! You can stop it," Sara cried and looked away.

"That's not all. I'll post it to Youtube and amateur porn sites and anywhere else that will give it wide exposure. No pun intended," Lucas smirked as he again pushed play on the video. This time the camera was obviously on the dashboard of the limo and Sara got a perfect view of herself telling three men that she liked to fuck herself, as she rubbed her clit and pinched her nipples.



"Oh my god. Oh god." Sara stumbled backward as she reflexively tried to get away from the video. 



Lucas stopped the video on a frame that had panned in enough to get a great shot of Sara's dripping pussy along with her head thrown back in what clearly was intense pleasure. "I would actually have been disappointed if you hadn't tried something like this. Smart girls often think they're smarter than everyone else." Lucas walked slowly toward her. 

Sara couldn't handle it anymore. Tears flowed down her cheeks and she realized she was truly stuck. There never was a loophole.

As Lucas reached her, and as if to comfort her he pulled her against him. Sara could feel his erection rubbing against her lower stomach. He was fiercely aroused. "You are mine for 30 days, Ms. Sara. You are mine and I will do with you what I wish. When I told you, you would regret it if you denied me what is mine, I meant it. Don't fight with me. I will fuck you, then I will ruin you." Lucas rubbed himself against her as he spoke just above a whisper. "Now...do you understand?"



Sara swallowed a sob. "Yes, Mr. Charles. Now I understand."