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Blackmailing Ruth

By Wolf Ferret [email protected]

Mr. Jones, a partner in Jones and Forbes Solicitors of London, sat at his desk considering what to do about his secretary. Ruth had been working for him for over 4 years and was efficient, attractive and well liked by the clients and staff of the firm. Unfortunately, the auditors had just supplied conclusive evidence that she had stolen 30 thousand pounds from the firm.

He and his partner, Mr Forbes, had discussed the matter. The choices appeared to be sacking her without a reference, turning her over to the police or punishing her within the firm. Taking it to the police would mean she would spend from 1 to 5 years in prison.

On the other hand, she was young, unmarried, and good-looking. He was 50, had been divorced for 5 years and would enjoy having a sex toy available.

The partnership had to be considered. Mr. Forbes was happily married and didn’t want a sex toy. But he felt that some of the male clients of the firm would enjoy sleeping with her and that would justify absorbing the cost between the partners.

Both of the partners had teenage sons who would be delighted to explore sex with an experience woman acting as a teacher. It would be interesting to see how far Ruth could be pushed if threatened with prison.

It was almost quitting time when he buzzed her intercom.

?Ruth, could you come in please? I have a confidential matter to discuss with you.?

Ruth cursed to herself. Ten minutes before quitting time on Friday and the old goat wanted to see her. Oh well, she needed the paycheck – best to go in and see what he wanted.

He waited for her to close the door and then he told her:

?We have received a disturbing report from the firm’s auditors. Here is a copy. Please read it.?

Ruth took the report and began reading it. She could feel her face becoming pale as she realized that they knew everything about her thefts. She was crying when she read the concluding paragraph that identified her as the thief.

?It seems you did not know that our accounting software assigns a unique ID to every user and keeps detailed records of all changes to the data. Did you read the appendix??

Numbly she looked at the back of the report. There was an appendix titled

Recommended Action.

?The theft of 30,000 pounds should be reported to the police. A guilty plea will probably result in a 1 to 5 year prison sentence with parole possible after 1 year. If the accused insists on a jury trial and is convicted, then a sentence of 3 to 8 years with parole after 3 years is likely to be imposed.?

Ruth covered her face and shook with sobs. She looked at Mr. Jones through her tears and heard him say: 

?What were you thinking of and where did the money go??

Ruth tried to gather her thoughts as she replied:

?My boyfriend and I started going to the casino and played Blackjack. We kept playing hoping for a big win to get us out of trouble.?

?That is the classic gambler’s mistake. It almost never works. Now we have a bad set of choices – turn you over to the police or sack you without a reference. Either way you are in bad trouble.?

?No reference means only undesirable jobs are available. One of our clients owns a pub in a rough waterfront district. He’s been complaining that the barmaids don’t last long. They get sworn at and pawed over. He’d probably give you a job and you could make money on the side whoring the customers.?

?Or you could choose the police. That means at least a year in prison and I’m told that pretty young prisoners experience a lot of lesbian rape in the women’s prisons.?

She stared at him in shock.

?Oh my God, please, please don’t do this to me. I can’t stand the thought of prison or working as a bargirl. Isn’t there anything I can do to help myself??

?Hmm ? you are 25, unmarried and good looking. I’m 50 and have been divorced for 5 years. Does that suggest anything to you??

?Are you suggesting sex? How would I explain it to my boyfriend??

?That is your problem. You stole the money and he helped spend it. I doubt that he will want to spend 5 years visiting you in prison.?

She wept while he waited for her decision.

?What would I have to do??

?You can start by stripping and showing me what you have to offer. Once you are naked, we can discuss your duties. Just drop your clothes on the floor.?

Ruth felt herself blushing deeply as she took in his words. Then she took a deep breath and tried to control her trembling hands as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on the floor. She unzipped her skirt and let it slide down over her hips and lie on the floor next to her blouse.

Her white slip covered her from above her breasts to just above the knees. She hesitated and looked at Mr. Jones – would he really make her strip all the way?

?I said naked. That means new born naked – not a stich of clothing?

She pulled the slip over her head and stood in front of him in bra and pantyhose. So far, he hadn’t seen any more than he would have seen at a beach.

She slowly unhooked the bra and dropped it on the floor. Now her small firm breasts with well-developed nipples were exposed to his gaze.

?Come here and let me feel your breasts.?

She walked over to his desk and stiffened as she felt his hands touch her breasts. She forced herself to relax – she was going to feel this a lot if she wanted to stay out of prison.

?Good – they fit my hands well and are soft but firm. They should be fun to play with.?

She felt one hand slide down her body and over her belly. She gasped with shock as his fingers slid it into the top of her panties.

?I notice that you shave your pussy. I prefer a good bush to play with. You can start growing it tonight. I wonder how long it will take to grow?

Now finish stripping and let me get a good look at you.?

She took off the pantyhose and stood in front of him, one arm over her breasts and one hand covering her pubic triangle.

?Stop trying to hide! I want a good look at you. Put on your high heels, put your hands behind your neck and walk around.?

Ruth could feel a blush all the way down to her breasts. But she put her hands behind her neck and slowly paraded around the office. At one point he told her to spread her arms and legs – spread eagle style and turn around so he could see all of her. She felt like a slave girl being sold on an auction block!

?Stand in front of me, legs wide apart, arms over your head with the palms touching.?

?Good, now bend backwards as far as you can.?

?Now straighten up, turn so your back is to me, and bend forward and hold your ankles.?

?I’m going to explore you. Hold that position.?

She felt his hands running over her ass and between her legs. He worked two fingers into her pussy and played with her clit. She tried to hold still but could feel herself getting wet and her hips gave an involuntary jerk at his invasion of her most private place.

?Stand up, hands behind your neck, and face me with your legs wide apart.?

?Since you have a boyfriend, I assume you are not virgin. How old were you when you lost your virginity.?

?I was seventeen.?

?And now you are 25. I assume that means you are an experienced sex partner.?

?Yes, I have been told that I’m good at it.?

?Are you on the pill??

?Yes.?

?Do you have any sexual diseases??

?No.?

?Good, then I won’t have to use a condom.?

?What about your mouth? Can you give a good blow job??

?I’ve done it but I don’t like it and I don’t want cum in my mouth.?

?And what about your ass? Do you do anal sex with your boyfriend??

?I’ve never done anal sex and have no intention of doing it!?

Ruth hated the way the discussion was going. Totally naked and discussing her sex life with a man as old as her father was terribly humiliating. But then she heard him say:

?I can see that you don’t understand your situation. You are not going to be my mistress or lover. You are going to be my sex toy. That means you provide me with sexual pleasure in any way that I want. What you want or enjoy doesn’t matter in the slightest! Do you understand??

She was blushing and crying but she nodded her head.

?That’s not good enough. Say it out loud.?

She forced herself to speak,  ?Yes, I understand that I’m to be your sex toy.?

?What does that mean??

?I have to please you sexually in any way you want. And what I want or enjoy isn’t important.?

?Good! We have an agreement. Now, Mr Forbes and I are partners. We share profit and loss equally. You have cost him 15 thousand pounds so you need to make some arrangement with him. Go to his office and discuss it. When you come back, stop at the fridge and pick up some margarine.?

She bent to pick up her clothes.

?No, go as you are – stark naked.?

Ruth hated walking naked through the main office to reach Mr. Forbes’ door. Yes, it was empty and no one could see her but it felt like being naked in public. Nudity was for private places, not the office. She had to force herself to knock on the door and wait for his ?Come in?.  When she entered, he took his time looking her over before he said:

?I see that you and Mr. Jones have reached an agreement. What was it??

?I’m to be his sex toy.?

?That may be satisfactory to him but I am married and do not need a sex toy. On the other hand, I’m sure some of our male clients would appreciate your sexual services. Do you agree??

?What will I have to do??

?When I tell you to go with a man, you do it and you do whatever he wants. That could be a simple quick fuck or it could be a night in bed with him. And any position and any opening.?

?That makes me no better than a tart.?

?That’s what you are. You’re selling your body for 30 thousand pounds.?

?How long does this sex slavery last??

?Given that a prison sentence could be 5 years, I think 5 years from today would be reasonable.?

She wanted to scream and curse these blackmailing bastards but swallowed hard and said, ?All right, I’ll do it.?

?By the way, have you heard the saying that older men teach young women and older women teach young men??

?Yes, I know that.?

?Both Mr. Jones and I have teenage sons. I’m sure they would enjoy the services of an experienced teacher.?

Ruth was beginning to wonder if prison could be worse than being a sex slave for these two monsters but she nodded her acceptance.

?Go back to Mr. Jones for the rest of your instructions.?

Ruth remembered the comment about the margarine, stopped at the fridge used by the staff for their lunch and snacks and took a tub into Mr. Jones’ office. He was sitting in his chair in his underpants.

?I take it you and Mr. Forbes have reached an agreement.?

?Yes, I’m to service the firm’s male clients and teach your teenage sons.?

?Good, now we can’t have you dressed as a tart. It would shock the office staff and our clients. But I want to change the way you dress.?

?First, no slip.  Second, don’t wear panty hose.  I believe there is a type of stocking that stays up without extra support, called high top if I remember correctly. Wear those with sexy panties and bra. Be sure you pick very brief and sexy panties. They should rate high on the ‘I want to tear them off’ scale. I’ll check to make sure you follow the rules.?

?I suggest you bring a box of spare clothes to be kept in the office store room. Things like a sexy nightgown, a dress for a good restaurant, and a tart’s costume for going to low bars. And stop at an adult store and buy a penis gag and a leather flogger.?

Ruth gulped and nodded. Her head was whirling – penis gag and flogger? She’d have to do some research on the net. And how was she going to explain this to her boyfriend Ben??

?Did you bring the margarine? Good, take my cock and grease it up. Also grease my first finger. Its time to take your last virginity.?

She looked at him in horror.

?Oh God no! Please, please not that!?

?You seem to have forgotten your role as a sex toy. Perhaps a good beating will remind you. Kneel, put your head on the floor and get your ass in the air.?

Ruth shook her head in disbelief. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

SLAP! His palm struck her breast so hard that she staggered to the side.

SLAP! Her other breast was hit just as hard and she staggered again.

THUD! She doubled over in pain as his fist sank into her stomach.

?Had enough? Kneel and get your head down!?

This was the first time in her life that she’d been hit by an angry man – she surrendered to her terror and knelt, then she bent at the waist and put her head on the floor.

She felt his hands under her belly as he raised her ass to the proper position for a good whipping.

?Now put your hands behind your neck and hold the position. You stole 30 thousand pounds from us – I’m going to give you 15 lashes with my belt to remind you of that.?

She heard something swing back and forth through the air – then a stinging blow landed on her ass.

?OW! That hurt!?

?It’s supposed to hurt, that was one, and you have 14 to go. Try not to scream too loudly.?

TWACK! ?Two?

TWACK! ?Three?

By 6 she was moaning continuously. She started screaming at 9 but he had no mercy.

TWACK! ?And that makes 10.?

TWACK! TWACK! TWACK! TWACK! TWACK! ?15 and done!?

Her ass was bright red and would certainly turn black and blue in a short time. She wouldn’t be sitting down for a while.

?Now raise your head and put the margarine on my cock.?

She was trembling and tears ran down her face but she took his cock in her fingers. She felt it stiffen and swell as she slowly greased it.

?Stand up. Bend over the desk. Arms over your head and hold the edge of the desk.?

She felt his hands rubbing her bruised ass. Then she felt his fingers spreading her ass cheeks. One finger started to penetrate her anal opening.

?Too dry. Where is that margarine? Oh, here it is.?

He began to shove pieces of the margarine into her.  It melted easily in the heat of her rectum and he greased her opening. She felt a finger enter her and begin to spread her anus. Another finger followed and yet a third. The fingers were withdrawn and she felt the tip of his cock pressing against the opening. Then it was sliding inside her, deeper and deeper. She felt his pubic hair rubbing against her bruised and tender behind. His hands ran under her body until they held her breasts.

He pulled almost all the way out and then thrust brutally into her. He squeezed her breasts with each thrust. The pain in her rear was unbelievable but so was the pain from her breasts. He was really digging his fingers into her flesh. They were going to be very bruised tomorrow.

Thrust, squeeze, thrust, squeeze ? it went on and on until he gave a grunt and she felt his hot seed deep in her bowels.

?There we are. You are off to a good start in your career as a fuck toy. Now use your mouth to clean me.?

Numbly she looked at his cock. It was covered with margarine and his cum and her shit. But she had no choice. She began to lick it with her tongue and finished by taking it in her mouth to give it a good washing.

When she was finished cleaning him, he told her:

?That will do for today. Remember the dress rules Monday. And your quitting time is now 5:15. If I buzz for you between 5 and 5:15, it means I want your sexual services. You can dress and go home now.?

She dressed and almost ran out of the office. Her first stop was the nearest Ladies Room – she desperately needed a piss and shit. She was horrified when she washed up and saw herself in the mirror – red eyed and pale. She washed her face in cold water and applied her make up – not good but better than nothing.

The bus ride home passed in a blur – she could barely think and was sure the other passengers were staring at her.

Ben was waiting when she got home.

?You’re late. I thought we were going to the Casino tonight.?

She broke into tears. ?We can’t do that any more. I’ve been caught!?

She told him the story and was shocked by his response.

?Stupid slut! You agreed to be a whore and let him use your ass. You’ve been refusing it to me for a year!?

?What could I do?  It was that or prison.?

?I don’t care – I’m not having a girlfriend who’s a shameless tart. I think I’ll have a last fuck and then I’m out of here!?

He grabbed her by her hair, pulled her into the kitchen and began ripping her clothes off.  His last fuck was going to be a memorable rape.

Tears ran down her cheeks as he stripped her and threw her to the floor. He mounted her roughly with no sign of affection or love. It was a brutal and unpleasant fucking. He left her lying there and she heard him stamping around the bedroom and then the door slamming.

She eventually made herself get up and look – the bedroom was empty and his clothes were gone. There was nothing left to show that she had once had a gentle and loving boyfriend. All she could do was take a long hot shower, collapse on the bed and cry herself to sleep.

She woke up wondering if it had all been a nightmare but her bruises and the empty house told her it was all too true.

Saturday and she needed to shop for clothes. The high top stockings and sexy underwear were easy enough to find but shockingly expensive. Thank God for credit cards!

She had to nerve herself to enter the Adult Shop. The clerk was a young man.

?Can I help you??

?I need a penis gag and a leather flogger.?

?What size gag??

?I’m not sure.?

?If it’s for you, please open your mouth wide.?

He showed her a gag with a realistic cock about an inch in diameter and 5 inches long.

?Isn’t it a bit big??

?It’s supposed to fill the mouth. If its comfortable than its too small.?

Then he showed her a flogger. It had a handle with 6 thin leather straps attached to it. The straps were about a foot long.

?This model is popular. Works well on the ass and for whipping the breasts and pussy. Hurts but doesn’t cut the skin.?

She gulped, shuddered and said ?I’ll take them.?

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Monday – her first day of being a sex toy. She chose frilly black lace panties and bra, added sheer high tops with black tops and put on a standard business style skirt and blouse. She packed her costumes and toys in a box and took the bus to work.

Mr. Jones was waiting for her arrival. He had her leave the box in his office with a comment that he and Mr Forbes would check it out. Then he ordered her to lift her skirt. She had to raise it waist high.

?Satisfactory. I hope you have more than black available as colors. I like variety. Now, when I buzz for your services after work, I expect you to come into my office, close the door and strip naked without any orders. Once you are naked, I’ll tell you what to do.

Mr. Forbes will be with me tonight and we will have you model your costumes. You can go to your desk now.?

That evening she entered his office, stripped as directed and modelled her simple black dress for good restaurants, the short skirt and tight top for her tarts costume and her sheer black nightie. They rejected her nightie as not sexy enough – some time spent looking at web sites showed her what they wanted. Then they put the penis gag on her and had her crawl around the office on her hands and knees while they tested the flogger on her ass. Mr. Forbes left and Mr. Jones finished the evening by enjoying a blowjob.

That set the standard. Mr. Jones would buzz her two or three times a week for a blowjob or a fuck on the floor. Occasionally he’d be in a bad mood – that would mean the gag and a flogging followed by an ass fuck. She learned to keep a tube of KY Jelly around for those occasions.

Mr. Forbes would assign her a client about once a month. She usually got a good meal out of it but the clients ? UGH! Old, bald, fat – she never got a young and physically attractive client. Oh well, it was better than prison.

One evening, after 3 months of being a toy, she finished a blowjob and Mr. Jones told her:

?My 17 year old son, Alex, will take a taxi to your apartment about 8 tomorrow night. He’ll spend the night with you. I want you to show him how to please a woman. You can also give him a blowjob and ass fuck but concentrate on pussy.?

?Is he a virgin??

?No idea about that but even if he’s not, a 17 year old will probably in too much of a hurry to do a good job of pleasing anyone but himself. See if you can teach him to give you an orgasm.?

She was waiting for the door knock, the apartment lights were dim and she had wine and some light food ready. When she opened the door, she saw a young man about 6 feet tall and 180 pounds. He probably played a lot of sports.

He saw an older woman – not bad for her age – 5 feet, 5 inches, about 110 pounds, tight figure hugging jeans with curves in the right places, tight sweater bulging nicely, long brown hair and dark brown eyes. Too old for his tastes but she’d be a nice armful.

?Come in, you must be Alex, I’m Ruth.?

She led him to a 2-person sofa and poured him a glass of white wine.

?This is Chardonnay. It’s a popular white wine and goes well with cheese and olives and chocolate. Try some – I think you’ll like it.?

After a time, she picked up a piece of chocolate and put it between his lips. He found himself holding her close and kissing her. Soon he was lifting her sweater over her arms and kissing her neck and naked shoulders. He was so aroused that he did not realize how skilfully she was guiding him.

He had started fondling and kissing her naked breasts and sucking on her nipples when he realized they had somehow moved to the bedroom and she was taking off his shirt. When they were both naked, she guided one of his fingers into her cunt and showed him how to play with her clit. She was wet and his cock was throbbing as she guided it into her.

She faked her first orgasm. But a 17-year-old male has fast recovery time and plenty of stamina. He was soon ready for a second round. This time she didn’t have to fake – her screams of ecstasy were real.

He was ready for a third fuck and was reaching for her when she said:

?I’m going to do something different – it’s called a blowjob.?

She had him sit on the side of the bed while she knelt between his legs and licked his cock. Then she opened her mouth, wrapped her lips around his shaft and began to move her head up and down it. He felt her sucking as she moved. He came in her mouth and watched her swallow and lick her lips.

?A lot of women enjoy doing that but some don’t like it. You can ask for one but its best to let the woman offer to do it.?

The night passed in a haze of pleasure for him. Dawn was breaking when she took a tube of gel and rubbed it over his cock.

?This is KY Jelly – it’s a lubricant in case the woman doesn’t get wet. We need it because I’m going to give you an ass fuck. But here is an important warning – most women hate the idea and will refuse to do it. Don’t ask for an ass fuck unless you’re prepared to ruin a friendship.?

?Men like it because the ass is nice and tight and they can play with the woman’s tits as they fuck her.?

She lay on her side and told him to use his fingers to spread her ass cheeks and slowly and gently push his cock into her. When he finished, she licked him clean, put on a dressing gown and told him

?Time you had a shower and then I’ll make breakfast and call a taxi for you. You will make a good lover for some lucky girl your age – just remember not to ask her for an ass fuck!?

She saw him off with a farewell kiss and then sank into a chair with her head in her hands. Damn it! How had she sunk to this? Teaching a stupid teenager to fuck! At least she’d gotten a big O out of it – that was more than the old goats had done for her.

The morning of the next working day, Mr. Jones did his usual check of her underwear and told her:

?Alex was very pleased with your lessons. Mr. Forbes has a 16-year-old son who will be calling on you in about a month. Try to do as well by him.?

She nodded acceptance and wondered if 16 was to be preferred to 60? Well, at least he was likely to be better looking than some of the old goats she had been forced to service.

Some months later, Mr. Forbes summoned her. He had a man of about 50 in his office.

?This is Mr. Smith. He will spend the night with you. Dress as a tart and give him your gag and flogger.?

This was the first time she had worn her tart’s outfit. A very tight, sheer blouse which barely came to her waist, a skirt which ended 3 inches above her knees and 3 inch high heels.

They took a taxi to a seedy part of town and had a cheap and poor counter meal in a run down pub. There were several obvious whores eating there and she guessed the pub was part of the sex trade. That was confirmed when they went up to a bedroom – small and dingy – the main feature was a double bed with a mirror over it.

?This room normally rents by the half hour. I’ve rented it for the night but don’t leave anything valuable in it.  Now strip, put your arms over your head and dance naked for me.?

She danced for 5 minutes and he told her to put on her blouse and skirt but not bother with panties or bra.

?A bitch took me for 250,000 pounds in court today. I can’t do anything to her but I can use you to work off my temper. We’re going to walk around looking for a bar with lots of men. When we go in, you will give a yell and get their attention. Then you will speak loudly and explain that you lost a bet. The penalty is that you have to earn at least 20 pounds by dancing naked in a bar. Each man is to give me a pound. If I collect 20 pounds or more, you will strip naked and dance for 5 minutes. If I don’t get 20 pounds, they get their money back and we try another bar.?

She looked at him in disbelief. ?Are you joking, that’s insane.?

?I can always call Mr. Forbes and complain that you aren’t satisfactory. He can deal with you.?

She sighed and nodded. They soon found a bar with a lot of sailors – some white, some Asian or Black.

She went pale and bit her lip as he took her arm and pulled her in. But she made her speech and listened to the men cheer and applaud. Mr. Smith went around the room letting the men drop pound coins into a hat. He announced that he’d collected 30 pounds – time for her to strip and dance.

She slowly removed the blouse and let her skirt fall to the floor. Then raising her hands over her head, she began to dance.

The men whistled and cheered. They demanded more hip movement and yelled that she should shake her breasts more.

Mr. Smith stopped the dance after 5 minutes. Someone yelled out

?Hey, she got 30 pounds, she only needed 20. How about we feel her up for the extra 10 pounds??

Mr. Smith laughed and said, ?Ok by me but you might have to tie her hands. Anyone got some rope??

The bartender supplied some rope and her hands were quickly tied behind her. She spent the next hour being passed from man to man. She wasn’t actually raped but every man kissed her, played with her breasts, ran fingers through her bush and touched her pussy lips. She was weeping by the time they were done.

She couldn’t believe what was happening. Two men sucking her nipples, a third kissing her lips and fingers running through her bush while other hands ran over her hips and belly. She cried and begged them to stop but all she got was loud laughter and jeers – we ought to put you on the floor and mount you!

When she was allowed to dress, Mr. Smith took her back to their room. 

?Get naked again and spread yourself on the bed. Time for some fucking. Did you get wet? You certainly had enough foreplay.?

She looked at him with obvious hatred but lay naked and spreadeagled on the bed. He produced some rope and tied her in position. Then he put the penis gag into her mouth and took out the flogger.

She squirmed and tried to twist away but the ropes were too tight. He worked over her breasts and belly and then began to hit her pussy lips. The gag only allowed her to grunt in anguish – the leather striking her nipples hurt but the pussy flogging was agony.

He dropped his pants and mounted her. The touch of his cock on her beaten pussy lips was the most painful thing she could imagine. He thrust deep and often until his seed was in her.

?Now that you’re nicely lubed up, I can try something different. If a baby can come out of there, then a fist should get in.?

She shook her head desperately hoping he’d have mercy. But he was relentless, first one finger, then two, then he slowly stretched her opening and eventually had all five fingers in her. He kept pushing until his hand was in her and her pussy lips were closing around her wrist.

Then he began to rotate his fist inside her and move it in and out.

She was in agony – Make it stop – please God, make him stop. She could feel cold beads of sweat dotting her forehead as she felt the pain of him using his buried fist to lift her hips off the bed and sway them from side to side.

The painful and obscene action gave him complete control of her lower body. He kept his fist in her and used his other hand to maul her nipples. Pull, twist, pinch – anything to cause pain.

He eventually tired of his sadistic game, untied her and rolled a 5 pound note into a cylinder which he shoved up her ass.

?That’s your pay for the night. Get dressed and get out!?

She called in sick for the next couple of days but when she arrived at work she was told:

?By the way, Mr. Smith owns some brothels. He’s offered to hire you. Are you interested??

She shuddered and replied ?No way. It was a horrible night. Even prison might have been better.?

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It was some months later – summer and warm weather. Mr Jones handed Ruth a slip of paper with an address.

?That’s the address of my country home. You can reach it by taking a train to the village and then hiring a taxi. My oldest son, Ralph, and 5 of his male friends from university are there. You haven’t met him but he knows about you. They would appreciate 24 hours with you starting Friday night. Alex says to dress like a university math lecturer and bring spare clothing to wear home. Oh, and take your gag and flogger.?

?You expect me to spend 24 hours fucking 6 university students? I won’t do it!?

He handed her a DVD.

?I believe you have a DVD player on your office computer. Have a look at this.?

She played the DVD and stared in horror at the movie of her dancing naked followed by being fondled and kissed by black and Asian men. Her face was clearly visible; there could be no question of her identity.

?Mr. Smith is an interesting client for a solicitor. He says he can sell that to Internet porn sites. He didn’t give me any details but he said I’d be surprised at how easy it is for a young woman to disappear and find herself working naked in an Eastern European or Middle Eastern brothel.?

Ruth turned pale and trembled but said

?I’ll do it but you’re not being fair. You’re asking far too much in return for a simple theft.?

?I’m sure the girls fucking 20 men a day in those brothels don’t think its fair but they still get fucked. Now stop arguing and go entertain that party!?

She chose her dress carefully - long skirt, loose blouse with a jacket over, flat heels and non-sexy underwear. A day in the country with one woman and six young men sounded as if it would be unpleasant. There was no point in encouraging them.

The taxi delivered her to the house and she got out carrying an overnight case. She knocked on the door and the man opening it said

?Ah, Miss Susan Brown. How nice of you to visit us.?

?You must be mistaken. My name is Ruth?

?No, your name is Susan Brown and you give very hard math homework and exams. We are going to teach you that a policy of easy grading would be much wiser.?

?Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Ralph. You should know the other 5 of us – they are all in your math class.?

They led her to the barn and tied her hands to a rope hanging from a pulley. A bit of hauling on the rope and her arms were over her head and she was standing on tiptoe.

?I hope you are comfortable, Susan. But you are overdressed.?

?Look, please be reasonable. My name is Ruth and I am not your math teacher!?

One of the men slapped her face and said: ?Your name is Susan unless we tell you otherwise. You’ve been giving us a hard time and now we are getting our turn.?

He pulled out a large knife and began cutting off her jacket and skirt. Her blouse was thinner material and one of the men simply ripped it off her. Her slip, panties and bra soon followed and she was hanging naked in front of them.

Ruth gritted her teeth. This was going just as badly as she’d expected. Why didn’t they just rape her and get it over with? Then she realized that they were adjusting the rope, her toes were no longer touching the floor.

A hand pushing on her breast set her swinging. A hard swat on her ass pushed her forward and another hard swat on her breast sent her swinging back. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! She swung helplessly back and forth. They set her swinging sideways by hitting the sides of her breasts.

?Please, PLEASE, stop! I’ll do anything you want! OOF!?

The last was in response to a fist in her stomach.

?Be quiet, Bitch! We’ll take what we want – we don’t need your permission.?

They had been using the palms of their hands. Now they hit her breasts with their fists. It was even more painful. The beating ended when one of the men brought his knee up hard into her crotch. They left her hanging there with tears running down her face while they decided what to try next.

So far they had been batting her around, now they switched to pulling. Use fingers to grip a nipple, pull her out and up, release and let her swing. Or take a grip on her pubic hair and pull her forward or put fingers in her pussy and pull. It really didn’t matter – she squealed nicely no matter what they tried. All of it was painful but did no real physical damage – they were going to have to release her the next day and didn’t want to put her in a hospital.

They spent an hour ?playing? with her and then started on sex. She was still hanging by her wrists when they took a long, thick carrot and shoved it up her ass. Hands held her hips steady as the carrot was pushed in and pulled out. It was well coated with her shit when they held it in front of her face.

?Now you get to eat it. Take a bite, chew thoroughly and swallow. You have to eat the whole carrot.?

She shook her head in disbelief. Fingers pinched her nose shut until she had to open her mouth to breathe and the carrot was shoved in.

She ate it. Slowly and carefully as she’d been told. When she finished, they let her down and pulled her over to a sawhorse. She was placed face down with the bar between her breasts and her wrists and ankles tied to the legs of the sawhorse.

She almost sighed with relief; this was almost familiar territory. She was used to being fucked but she was not used to being beaten. The last session had convinced her that rape was preferable to a beating.

But being fucked in the ass while another man had his cock in her mouth was a new experience for her. The position also left her pussy available. She had a cock in her pussy and was swallowing a mouth full of cum when one of the men said, ?She still has a hole free. Do we have any more carrots??

She soon had a cock pounding her pussy, another cock in her mouth and a carrot being thrust in and out of her ass. She definitely did not enjoy being triple fucked!

The six of them took turns using her two at a time. After each had a couple of fucks, they decided it was time for beer and dinner. She could stay where she was but they left her with carrots pushed deep into her cunt and ass.

?We will stake you out after dinner. Meanwhile enjoy yourself.?

She had nothing to do but think and suffer in the uncomfortable position. ?Oh God, how much more of this can I take. And how many times can 6 young men rape a woman in 24 hours??

Some unknown time later, they released her from the sawhorse and took her outside. She was thrown to the ground on her back and staked out in the classic spread eagle position. Then all six mounted her and had long, slow fucks.

?Time to fix her up for the night. The first step was to insert her penis gag. Next came sound deadening earplugs. Then a cloth hood that covered her head and was tied around her throat. She was now blind, deaf and dumb and they left her there.

She could do nothing except wait and wonder. Ruth was grateful that it was a warm night until something crawled on her nipple and bit her. She was attracting biting insects such as mosquitoes.

Suddenly her breasts were struck repeatedly by what she guessed was her flogger. Then a familiar weight settled on her body and began fucking her.

This happened again and again during the night. She never knew when she would feel the lash of the flogger on her breasts or belly or pussy. But every flogging was followed by rape – she lost count of the number of times she was used.

Finally she felt the sun on her body – it must be morning. She was beginning to burn when they released her. They put a dog collar around her neck, clipped a lead to it and told her ?You’re a bitch so you can crawl like one.?

They led her to a bowl of water and a bowl of canned dog food. ?That’s your breakfast. Eat it like a bitch. Don’t use your hands.?

She ate.

?Now its time for some exercise. Stay on your hands and knees and heel like a well trained bitch.?

The lead was clipped to a line strung between two poles and she was forced to crawl at the heels of a man walking beside the line. She thought it would be simple until she found herself crawling through a patch of stinging nettles. Then her hands and knees sank into a shallow pit full of a stinking mixture.

?Its only cow shit and piss. It won’t hurt you.?

Back and forth she crawled as the men took turns escorting her. The flogger applied to her ass kept her moving if she hesitated.

She didn’t know how long it was before they stopped. They washed her down with cold water from a garden hose, returned her overnight case and told her

?We’ll call a taxi and you can take the train back to London.?