Blackmailer Plays; Julie Pays

Julie was initially confused and then stunned by the e-mail and typed out a quick reply.

“Reply: Next Up

I can’t do that. My parents will be home.

I have not called Mark back yet.”

“Subject: Or Else

You sneak Jason in. You can sneak you out.

You can wait for the neighbor boy to call you. I’ll explain things to him.

See you at Midnight. Lots of you. Wear something nice for me. No Excuse. Or else.”

Julie composed a couple of replies but could not come up with anything to say in response. She pondered the situation. She could get out of the house. Her parents’ bedroom faced the front of the house and from her downstairs bedroom she could go out the back door quietly without them knowing.

No more messages came. From the blackmailer’s perspective it seemed like he did not know yet if she would come. One of her replies, composed after much duress, was to let him know that she would be there but in the end she did not send it. Without confirmation maybe there was some chance that he would not show.

Midnight was a long ways off and Julie settled down to do homework. She tried to imagine this new challenge as something off in the future. Her mind would sometimes drift back to the events of earlier in the day. But in the end nothing very traumatic had happened at school so she was not giving it a lot of thought now. In spite of her initial doubts she got a lot of homework done.

Julie took a break and went out to the rec room around 9:30 and sat with her parents while they watched television. Her parents were still very close and she frequently found them snuggled together on the couch as they were tonight. She talked to them a bit and reflected on how happy they were in life and how supportive they were to her. When she thought of the consequences of the blackmailer’s threats she had no doubts. Her parents loved her and would support her. But they had certain expectations of her and of Jason. The pictures would devastate them. Julie was one of their prides. She was one example, along with their home and her father’s business, of how her parents had done the right things in life. She kissed them both when they went to bed and prayed that they would be sound asleep long before midnight. They had provided so much guidance to her when she was growing up. But this was one challenge that she would need to handle on her own.

Of course this was also something that she could not share with Jason. Jason’s family would not be understanding at all. And his schedule, between school and work, already put a strain on their relationship. It was one of the factors that had made Julie go along with being more physically intimate with Jason. It seemed to take some of the tension out of their time together. He was a good guy and would be a good father some day. Life was just too busy for him right now. Another strain in their relationship was simply not an option.

Around 11:30 Julie began to prepare herself. She re-read the previous e-mails for clues of what was going to happen. “Something nice.” Was he planning to take her somewhere? Hands and knees didn’t seem to indicate that. Maybe something nice meant lingerie. He had talked about getting his hands on her again. She shivered remembering the afternoon on her bed her blouse open and his hands all over her. That seemed like the most likely option; a repeat of his previous handling of her. She decided that a repeat of that clothing was the safest bet; a blouse she could be seen in or that he could get in to and a skirt. She opted for another of her many school blouses and picked a longer patterned skirt that zipped up the side. Based on her day’s experiences she figured underwear was not going to be thought of as “nice” and did not wear any.

She was almost out of her bedroom, beginning to conjure up images of what was going to happen next, seeing herself kneeling in her own back yard, when she remembered that she needed to bring the blindfold.

It was a bit of a chance, but Mark had selected a dark corner of Julie’s back yard where he could observe the back door and most of the yard. Partially hidden by some shrubs and a tree he believed that no one would see him unless they were searching carefully with a lamp. He had peeked in Julie’s window on his way past. Her blinds were drawn but she had, as usual, carelessly left an opening at the bottom that apparently was not obvious to her but which gave an outsider a clear, if limited, view into her room. It looked like she was dressing. Mark smiled and rubbed at his crotch as his cock stirred in anticipation.

He watched as the back door opened quietly and Julie slipped out into the night. It was a cool night and she must not have anticipated that. Two steps out she stopped, shivered and rubbed her arms and seemed poised to go back in the door but after that brief hesitation she proceeded out into the yard. He watched as she picked a spot in the center of the yard and carefully lowered herself to her knees. Her eyes had been scanning the yard as she had moved into place and now she once again panned around the yard but she once again failed to notice Mark in his concealed location to one side of the spot she had selected. He watched her take a deep breath and look down at the blindfold in her hand. She raised it up into place over her eyes, seemed to pause to adjust to the loss of sight and then leaned forward and placed her hands into the grass.

Mark watched for several minutes. In addition to observing her he watched for any signs that anyone else was around. His own heart was beating hard with a mixture of fear and anticipation. If he got busted in this situation… He studied Julie kneeling in place. She looked distinctly uncomfortable at times swaying a bit perhaps to some song in her head and at times jerking her head and body at real or imagined sounds of the night.

He could see that she was wearing a blouse and skirt. He had hoped she might wear something a bit more from the trim and lacy department but he could work with this. In fact, he felt his cock stirring further; he would be able to work with nothing at all. He smiled at the thought.

After a couple of minutes observing and fantasizing Mark moved in. Even as he got closer his mind swirled at where to start. It was frustrating that he needed to keep his conversation to a minimum and pay attention to disguising his voice. It limited what he could say to taunt or direct her. But he would not be limited in what he could do to play with her. Her previous words on the computer and her present submissive position seemed to communicate that.

Instinctively he knelt beside her as he had next to so many kneeling guys in his wrestling days. He kept one hand, his left, poised by her arm ready to grab if she tried to get up. The other he held suspended over her waist.

“Good girl. Don’t move.” He said in his best gravelly disguised voice. She jumped and let out a small shriek and he did grab an arm and lay his hand on her hip to reinforce his instruction. Realizing he was there she seemed to relax herself to her fate. “Its best you don’t make noise.”

“What do you want,” she said in a whispered hiss.

“Lot’s of stuff. What do you want?”

“The pictures, dammit!”

“I’ve got more here. Depending on how good you are.” She made no reply. He began to run his hand up and down her back and then turned to run it down over her skirt-covered ass and down one leg. When he had slid low enough that his hand was on bare leg he began slowly rubbing her leg gradually moving upward.

“What are you going to do?”

“Whatever I want.” He leaned in close to her ear and growled. “Right?”

She nodded. He squeezed her leg and growled in her ear again. “Right?”

“Right.” She dropped her head and waited.

Mark took advantage of her surrender. He reached down with both hands and grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it quickly up over her ass and laid it across her back. Her entire ass was exposed in the bright moonlight.

“No!” She started to move.

“Be still. Or else.” She paused and then once again dropped her head.

He moved behind her now still on his knees. With one knee he pushed hers wider watching as her pussy became more and more visible between her legs.

“Reach your hands out past your head. Place your cheek on the grass.” It was a difficult position for Julie to move to. It was humiliating as she realized that the most exposed part of her body was her ass. A chill ran through her perhaps both from following this obscene command and from the cool night air blowing across her ass and up between her legs and across her now exposed pussy.

As if this was not enough she felt a firm hand pressing down on the small of her back. As she allowed it to be pushed down she knew her pussy was only being pushed out further from between her legs.

Mark’s hand moved down from the small of her back to her ass once again. He marveled in the tautness of her ass checks. They were smooth to the touch and he grasped and squeezed each before moving further down. She jumped as one hand moved between her ass cheeks actually touching her asshole in its descent. And then his hand was between her legs. He palmed her sex feeling the entire width of both lips as he slid his hand down and over her pussy. A sparse population of hair tickled his fingers as he moved his hand along the length of her slit. At the end his fingers disappeared into a denser patch of hair above her pussy. He thought back to what he had seen before, the fine patch of blonde hair above her cunt as she had rubbed herself unknowingly for his camera.

The combined visual image and physical sensation on his hand combined to complete his arousal. His cock was uncomfortably hard constricted inside of his pants. He moved one of his own hands back and adjusted himself sliding his hand slowly along the clothed length of his hard-on at the same time that his other hand began to slide back down the length of Julie’s slit.

As he slid back down he moved one finger to the middle of her pussy seeking an opening in the lips but finding none. He brought his other hand back to her ass and began a slow firm massage of her ass as his other hand began to slide back and forth between her legs. He could feel her legs squirming and trembling as though she wished to run but she made no move to leave. For a while it seemed that he was making no headway. He contemplated simply forcing the issue but eventually patience rewarded him. As his hand slid down on anther trip from pubic patch to ass he felt her lips open and his finger slipped in tracing a new slick path along silky smooth, hairless flesh. For the first time she groaned at this progress and he wondered momentarily whether it was from excitement or fear.

His strokes now focused on this new slippery opening into forbidden territory, his finger now exploring each fold and crevice and his mind translating them to images of what she looked like, open, wet and slick. His finger found her opening and urgently, focused began to explore and press the opening.

“No. Please. I’ve never… I’m a virgin.”

Well, duh. He had been pretty sure of that. “Then stay still and you still will be. But you’re going to have to prove it.” He pressed more forcefully at the opening but made no headway. Julie grunted but made no other answer. And other than trying to rock her hips forward she made no other effort to get away. ‘Got her.’ Mark thought. He pulled back now and began to massage her pussy once again. This time as he stroked back down he let more of his fingers slide inside pressing against one outer lip with his fingers on the inside and running the length of his thumb on the other pulling at her thick lip and stretching her further open. Julie groaned again and wriggled her hips in a weak attempt to throw him off. His hand was pillaging her now, stroking, pressing, stretching feeling her pussy opening further marveling at the change in a few short minutes from the point where it had been closed to even a single finger. Julie was making more sounds now and tipping and rocking her hips. It was no longer clear if she was trying to avoid his touch or being stimulated by it. On realizing it his first thought was that he did not care. He was simply enjoying this violation of secret territory.

But the notion that this was exciting to her caught in his mind. He began focusing on his movements and what response they brought from her. He began to relish and remember the strokes that made her jump or moan. He knew her clit was somewhere at the top of her pussy but thus far in his pursuit of opening her he had largely ignored it. Now he ran his fingers up feeling the lips close in to a point at the top of her pussy. He knew it was here and as he began to rub he found a little nub that seemed harder than the surrounding flesh and began to attack it.

“Ah, Ah, Too much. Not so hard!” It was the first actual words to come from her mouth in some time and whether it was a request or warning he honored it and lightened his touch. She was rocking her hips in time to his fingers now but his mind returned to the opening that he had pressed unsuccessfully earlier and he slid his fingers away and back down the now open furrow of her pussy seeking that entrance once again. As his finger caught on her opening he rocked back in to it and this time he felt his finger begin to penetrate her. His cock jumped in his pants at the sensation and his second hand returned to his crotch rubbing his erection as his first slid back and forth feeling this new passage opening to the exploration of his finger. He reached down and popped the snap on his jeans and slid the zipper down so that he could stroke himself better.

She had clearly heard the zipper and jumped and for the first time truly tried to pull away. “No! You can’t!” Now she was really struggling.

“Stay still bitch or I will.” He was shocked that he had used the word and his words were not helping to stop her struggles. “Listen. Just stop struggling. I’m not going to fuck you.” Those words seemed to have some effect. “Just relax and stop fighting me and it will be ok.” She did stop but clearly remained tense. “You’ve taken care of Jason without him fucking you. I’ve got the pictures to prove it. So stop fighting.” That seemed to help. Presumably that had given her an out, a way to see this through that would not involve her precious virginity.

He had pulled his hand away from her pussy as she had struggled. Now she stopped fighting and pressed her face back down into the cold grass. For her it was such an odd mix of sensations, the darkness in the blindfold, the wet rough texture of grass on her turned face and now the warm hand back sliding between her legs sawing back and forth re-establishing itself in her pussy after the interruption. The warm hypnotic sensation that she had begun to feel earlier was gone now, washed away in a wave of terror when she had heard the zipper in the darkness. As her fear began to subside she wished she could have that feeling back. It had been the only good sensation in this whole violation of her. But he was not focused on her clit any more. He was again playing with her pussy now pulling roughly on her lips pressing firmly with his hand into the valley of her sex and now once again finding the entrance to her vagina and sliding a finger in. At first she thought she had closed up some from his earlier penetration but his finger was quickly bringing more moisture into the opening and it rather quickly made its way further until it abruptly encountered yet another firm obstacle.

“No. Not there!” She called out. His finger pulled back and pressed back in bottoming out once again. Her hymen. She knew it had to be and she tensed, waiting, praying that he would not press hard into her and tear it away. But his touch was softer now, pressing lightly, probing, exploring, but carefully now with no apparent intent to **** the issue. She relaxed slightly saying a small prayer and then without intending for it to be audible, “Thank you.”

He pressed and probed and slid around a little longer and then, apparently satisfied, his hand withdrew. He pressed down again on the small of her back and she knew that this was again pushing her pussy out at him in the most blatant way possible. And then suddenly he was not touching her at all.

He seemed to be away for a long period and then he was back. “Nice pussy.” The deep odd voice was back. “Let me just have a nice long look at it. Sure looks different all opened up.”

She lay quietly in the grass hoping this was all over now. She realized no damage was really done. A brief moment had actually felt good. That might have been the most upsetting part that she could have found this in any fashion exciting and without knowing why she was suddenly weeping softly to herself in the cold grass.

All was quiet for a while and she had just begun to wonder if maybe he had left when the voice returned.

“Stand up. Take your clothes off. Everything but the blindfold.” She groaned but when she felt a foot nudging her she began to stand wondering to herself what was next.