Blackmailed into Slavery

Sad Thing

With her face now furiously red with embarrassment, Dixie fumbled with the buttons as she tried not to look at his smug face. He never stopped fingering her. When she got the blazer off of his right arm, he simply fingered her with his left hand until it was time to remove that arm of the blazer. Then it was the same for the white collared shirt. His smile seemed to grow even more smug and triumphant now that he sat there bare chested in front of her while he felt her up. Despite herself, she felt the heat rise within her and she desperately tried to push such aberrant thoughts away. I shouldn't be feeling this for a man who is not my husband! she screamed in her own mind as she once again closed her eyes and averted her face upward. She jumped back when she felt his lips brush her left n****e before he sucked it into his mouth. His hand shot out, snaked around her waist, and promptly pulled her back into place where he resumed fingering her while sucking on her breast.

Then his hands were on her shoulders and he was pushing her down to her knees on the soft carpet. "Shoes and socks first, then my pants." he told her. She looked up at him with horror on her face. His stern glare told her that he was not in a mood to be denied and she didn't even want to envisage the consequences. Reaching down, she untied the laces of his loafers and put them aside before removing his black socks. Then she reached up to undo his belt and the fly of his slacks. He lifted up just long enough for her to pull them down past his buttocks and thighs. Then they joined the rest of his clothes in a pile next to them, leaving him clad only in his boxer-briefs. She glanced up into his eyes and he had an expectant look on his face so she reached up and grasped the waistband of his undershorts and drew them off as well. His long, hard c**k sprang forth, making her jump in surprise at both its magnitude and the fact that he was already hard for her.

Green beckoned her forward and Dixie shied away from him. Glowering, he reached out and grabbed her hair far faster than she thought possible. "It's time to put that mouth back to good use like you did when you were eighteen," he growled at her. Dixie couldn't help but let out a sob at that as she was tugged inexorably forward to his hard shaft. Tears flowed freely from her eyes when he reached down and put her delicate little hands around his c**k all the while holding her head in place.

She used both hands to pump his c**k a couple of times before putting the head of it up to her lips. She risked another glance up with her brilliant blue eyes and saw that there was no compromise in Mr. Green's face. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth to take more of him in as she gently sucked. There was a hum of pleasure and his iron grip on her hair turned soft as he then began to stroke the side of her head. "Good girl." he said with noticeable approval.

Once Dixie had a good portion of his c**k down her mouth and her head was bobbing at a steady rate, he reached down to play with her breasts again. She jumped when he touched her and he admonished her for doing that. Blushing, she went back to work on sucking him off while his hands continued to tease her n*****s. This time, however, he started lightly pinching and rolling them between his fingers. She let out a whine but kept on working his c**k further down her throat. "Hard to believe that you haven't done this in years." he said. "You're still quite good at it."

The compliment made her blush even harder. She'd been giving head to Jake since they got engaged. Jake loved to get oral and she figured that it was due to his religious upbringing and that it 'felt dirty and sinful'. Since it felt so wrong for him it was naturally something that he awfully liked. After a minute or two of steady sucking, he told her to stop, stand up, and lay down on the bed.

She looked over at it and then walked over as if she were going to face a firing squad. With a look of resignation, she rolled onto the bed and unconsciously crossed her arms up over her breasts while she looked up at the ceiling. Green followed her, bent over long enough to lightly slap her inner thighs again to get her to spread her legs, and then mounted her. She twisted her head away when his face obstructed her view of the ceiling, refusing to look at him. Green didn't care. He merely reached down between them, spread her p***y open with one hand, and guided his c**k into her with the other. Her nostrils flared with her sharp intake of breath as he slowly sank into her.

Green's muscular bulk settled down onto her smaller frame. She tried to blink tears away as his c**k filled her up like no man had ever before. She tried to will away the pleasure that she felt with him inside of her but was unable to. When he thrust into her the first time after her tight p***y stretched to accommodate him, she felt it from her mound all the way up to her abdomen. "Ahhh," she let out a tiny breath when he bottomed out against her cervix. He reached down to grab her wrists, pinning them on either side of her head so that she was totally exposed to him once again. Then she felt his hot mouth descend upon her right n****e to suckle it. She let out another series of wracking sobs. She shouldn't be feeling this good with a man who is not her husband. And yet, here she was committing adultery with a man that she never thought would come back to make good on a promise she made out of desperation.

He reached up to cup her left breast, thumbing the n****e again. With her left arm free, she tried to cover it up. Green growled a warning at her, and then pinned both of her wrists above her head with his left hand before resuming his position of sucking on her right breast while fondling her left one. Dixie cried and whimpered softly as both her breasts received attention while his c**k slowly and inescapably moved within her. She tried holding out. She tried mentally fighting it. To tune everything out. However, the more she resisted the faster the heat seemed to rise within her. "That's right," she heard Mr. Green's smooth, velvety voice affirm, "don't fight it. Your body wants this and you know it. Just let it come naturally."

"I...I... I don't want to..."

"Your body says otherwise." He arched back up and while looking at the conflict of emotions on her face, drove his hips into her hard, making her gasp in the process. He thought it cute the way she closed her eyes and turned her face every which way but he knew that the end result would be the same. His thrusts went hard and deep into her, every time making her gasp in pleasure. He could tell that she wanted to wrap her legs around him and squeeze, as such things came naturally to women such as her, but she was still mentally fighting it. No matter, once I'm done with her she'll be the most perfect and agreeable slave I've created... His own passion rose as his c**k swelled inside of her. He did his mental tricks to detach and keep from blowing his wad too soon. I want you to c*m on my c**k first...

After another few hard, deep thrusts, she was doing just that. Up to this point she was softly gasping and mewing every time he plowed into her. Now she let out a ruckus, "AUGH!" as her body shook violently beneath his. Her legs quivered. Her arms shook. Her p***y clamped down onto his c**k like a vice. NOW! He thought to himself, letting himself go. It took him a couple more thrusts before he exploded within her, filling her up with his thick, creamy seed. Dixie wailed in defeat as she felt his c**k throb and pulsate inside of her while her p***y milked his c**k for every drop while she came. Once he was coming down off of his own orgasm, he drove his hips into hers and kept his c**k submerged inside of her to the hilt as they rode the rest of the pleasure out together. Dixie went still first and buried her face into her left arm, ashamed of herself. Her chest heaved as it was wracked with more sobs at what she had just done.

When Green's c**k stopped twitching inside of her, he pulled out and went over to his night stand. Opening a drawer, he pulled out a jeweled butt plug, some lube, and a jeweled, but simple, choker with a diamond in the center of the lock. He lubed up the plug and rolled Dixie over. Then he parted her ass cheeks and nuzzled it up to her back passage. Dixie immediately squawked and protested "No! Don't! Please!" as she reached behind her to try and slap his hands away. Green ignored her as he gleefully pressed the plug into her.

"AAAAHHHHH!" Dixie cried out, gripping the covers and burying her face into the pillow, crying, as she felt her ass give way and the plug pop into her. Then she felt his hands around her neck as he snaked the jewel choker around. There was a click as he locked it into place before turning it so that the diamond locket, shaped like a little heart, was nestled right on her throat. She whimpered some more.

"These will be your symbols of servitude to me until your debt is paid off. Although with the amount of money you've racked up with me, I highly doubt that it'll be anytime soon," Green told her as he put the key inside of his wallet on the bed stand. "You will wear these at all times around me. Wear the plug at all times. If I call you in the middle of the day, you had better have it up your ass. If I call you in the middle of the night, you had better have it in you. When I call you to meet me, you will put the collar on at once. Failure will result in punishment as I deem worthy. Incessant disobedience will result in your entire family knowing what you have done in order to get what you wanted. I imagine they'll label you a tramp, and a w***e, and a gold digger. That'll undoubtedly result in you being tossed out in the streets."

As much as she wanted to deny it, she knew that he was right. Jake's family was from old money. They'd made a fortune in the early pioneer days of Texas and then when oil was discovered they became even richer. Jake was a third-generation oil tycoon, already a VP, who stood to totally take over the family business eventually, provided he didn't go into politics like his father had done. They were also very upstanding members in the Church and Dixie had seen first-hand what they do to those who 'revel in sin', as they called it.

"How am I supposed to keep this hidden?" she cried, squirming uncomfortably.

"Not my problem," said Green, climbing up onto the bed and crawling behind her. "Put on a façade of calm and serenity. Fake it. I don't care just do it so that people can't tell." He grabbed her hips and hoisted her up onto her knees. He then slapped her hard on the ass, making her cry out in pain. "And from now on, when you are in my presence, you will call me either Sir or Master. Got it?" he spanked her again.

"Yes! Sir!" she bayed through the tears.

"Good," he said, now giving her ass an affectionate rub and squeeze. He then grabbed his c**k, dragged it up and down her moist slit to get it hard again. Once he was fully erect, he pressed into her.

"AH!" Dixie cried out again, this time feeling both the plug and his c**k move inside of her. Then she felt his hand snake around her hip, under her belly, to find her mound. She felt the pressure on her c**t as he fingered it while he f****d her. She bit her lip, trying to ignore the way it made her felt. She kept on reminding herself that she was married and that she shouldn't be feeling pleasure with another man. But Mister Green was relentless and he knew how to touch her. He knew how to control her. He knew how to make her body respond. This fact was confirmed a moment later when she felt his other hand come up to cup her breast to pinch her n****e.

She lost all control at that point and she came hard. Her body shook from the second orgasm and she bowed her head in shame as she rode it out. A minute later she felt his hot c*m fill her up even more. This time when he pulled out he started dressing on his own while she simply collapsed onto the bed. "Make sure you get on the pill. I don't want any bastard children running around."

"Yes, Master," Dixie replied morosely as she curled up into a ball on the bed. How was she ever going to get through this?