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Loading ...Blackmailing Susan
Susan sat in the parking lot of the large shopping mall. As she looked at the department store she thought with anger and humiliation about what happened last week. She had been shopping for clothes to wear to school during the new year. She didn’t know the dressing room was wired with cameras. Two security guards rated her as she stripped and redressed. “Nice legs.’ “Tight ass.” “Look at those jugs.” “How old?” “Maybe late thirties.”
When she stepped out for more outfits to try on, one guard slipped in and planted a baggie of cocaine and two gold chains in her purse.
She remembered her confusion when they stopped her outside the store and escorted her to the small holding room, where under the eye of a camera she was made to empty her purse. Susan voiced her innocence, but answered thier questions.
One guard, Tom, stood behind her the other sat in a chair, behind the table, in front of her. As he flipped through her wallet Dan spoke. Looking at her drivers license he said “Susan Ann Brenner?”
“Yea.”
“Forty two?”
“Yes”
“One hundred twenty pounds?”
“Yes.”
“Five foot three?”
“Yes” she said her voice shaking.
He flipped out a picture. “Your daughters?”
“Yes.”
“How old?”
“They are twins, eighteen.”
‘Please.” she begged.
“What are thier names?”
“Allison and Aman, Amanda.” Her voice was starting to break.
“Your job?”
“Professor at the state college.”
“What will the college do if you are in jail accused of shoplifting and drug possession?”
“Please don’t, I’ll be ruined, please.” Dan slipped a small blue tray in front of her and told her to take off her jewellery. “No I will not.” she said. “Ok, fine.” he picked up the phone, “Next stop jail.” “Wait, please don’t, I’ll do as you say.” Susan said choking on the words.
With trembling fingers she removed her watch, bracelet, gold chain and earrings. She let out a soft sobbing noise when told to remove her wedding rings. For the first time in twenty years she took them off, then placed them in the tray.
“Now you will remove your clothing when I tell tou to and place it in that box by your feet.” Nno please, no” Susan begged. “Want a ruined career and wrecked home life? Dan asked. She shook her head “Take off your shoes and socks. Susan removed the and placed them in the box. Then crying she took off her shorts, and golf shirt. She tried to talk to them again but was soon removing her bra and panties with shaking fingers.
She stood red faced, hands locked behind her head, feet spread, Dan looked at the thick brown hair between her legs and said “Not a real blonde I see.” Susan started crying. Tom ran his hands over her torso and then gently cupped her breasts. Sobbing she listened in horror as she was told to bend over the table.
Tom let go of her and she fell forward, she was told either she would go to jail or keep them happy by fucking as she never had before. She knew she had no choice. They had her on film taking drugs out if her purse and what of her daughters safety?
They raped her pussy and her mouth for three hours. She was forced to beg for it, tell them how she loved it. Then she was told to dress, but return the next Saturday.
She left her car, purse over her right shoulder and walked to the store. Tom was waiting out front for her. “You’re late.” he said. “Please the traffic…her voice trailed off she was explaining to a rapist. She stared at him, anger in her eyes. “Turn around, hands behind you.” As she felt the cold cuffs on her wrists she whined “Don’t please not like this.” She kept blubbering in a voice she hadn’t heard in over thirty five years. She sounded like a little girl as he led her by the back of her neck through the crowed store. People stopped and looked wide eyed as the cuffed blonde woman was pulled stumbling along.
By the time they reached the holding room she was flushed and weeping. He uncuffed her, made her hand over her purse, strip and then bend over the table. He pulled her hands over her head and made her grab the other edge of the table. After kicking her feet open he told her, “Don’t even twitch, I’ll be back, soon.”
In the control room Dan gazed at the image of the middle aged soccer mom, nude, bent over, waiting to be raped again.
Tom walked in. “How long you going to leave her like that?” “Maybe forty five minutes, I want her to think about it for awhile.” He poured a cup of coffee and looked ar the monitor, his cock hardening.
Susan laid their, quietly sobbing, waiting. She knew it would be a long morning.
