Blackmail, Blades, and Bondage

This request has taken a really long time. Sorry about that. As you probably heard from some of the other folk around the office, I'm having a hard time writing lately. But as you all continue to show at least a modicum of support, as you managed to help us hit a fifth digit in site visits, I thought I'd at least try to get back into the writing.

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Blackmail, Blades, and Bondage

 Melissa knocked on the door and took a deep breath. In her hand, she held the envelope. There was a picture inside. On the back was the threat that if she didn't come to the door at exactly eight o'clock, and didn't do exactly what she was told, the picture would be sent out to everyone she worked with, everyone in her family, and all of her friends. It would ruin her life. Completely.

She had no choice but to do what she was told. She gripped the envelope, wanting to rip it up, but she knew it wasn't the only copy. He had to have more pictures out there. She was stuck, she had to do what she was told. She bit her lip and hoped it wouldn't be as obvious to him how turned on she was.

He opened the door and let her in, smiling at her. He locked the door behind her. Looked down at the envelope. “So you've come to keep your picture?” he asked.

She nodded. He led her into a room that didn't have windows. There was a camera resting on a tripod. It made a hollow sound when he closed the space for the tape. He pressed a button and Melissa saw the red light turn on.

“Take off your shoes,” he said.

She slipped out of her heels.

“Now tell the camera what you are.”

“My name is Melissa,” she said. “And I'm just an ordinary girl.”

He slapped her. It wasn't hard, but it was across the face, and the shock of it knocked her to her hands and knees.

“Let's try again,” he said. His voice was so calm. “This time, take off your blouse. Tell the camera what you are.”

She unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it off frame. “I'm a woman,” she said.

He slapped her again, this time with the back of his hand. She felt the impact on her jaw, but only on the bone. He had been very careful with the slap.

“Take off your skirt,” he said. “And try one more time.”

Melissa stood in front of the camera in just her underwear and her bra. She looked right into the camera. “I'm a victim,” she said. “Of blackmail.”

He stepped into frame and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so she had to look up at him. “That's right,” he said. “You're a victim.” She heard a distinctive snick as the knife popped open, and felt a little pressure on her chest. “Don't move,” he said, squeezing her hair a bit harder.

He slid the blade of the knife slowly down her chest, over her bra. She felt how sharp it was and wondered if he was cutting into her. Would her blood well up? Would she feel it drop down her stomach, dripping into her belly button, before she realized that he'd sliced into her? Was the knife so sharp that she couldn't feel it?

Then there was a tug, and her breasts fell free. Her bra dropped down her arms and fell to the floor. She gasped, and the knife pulled away from her skin.

He yanked her hair again. “One more time, Melissa,” he said. “You look in that camera and tell it that you're here because you want to be. You say what that makes you.” He smiled down at her. “I can edit the rest out.” Then he licked up her neck and gave her ear a little nibble. He let her go and stepped out of frame.

Melissa looked at him, standing fully clothed, knife shining in his hand. She looked over at the envelope by her shirt, then at the camera. She took a deep breath.

“My name is Melissa,” she said. “I'm here because I want to be. I came here to be used for a man's pleasure, because that's all I'm good for. I'm a worthless little slut, and I'm here to prove it.”

He applauded. He actually applauded.

Then he stepped back into frame. “That was delightful,” he said, smiling at her. Then he looked down between her legs. “I see you enjoyed it too.”

She blushed a little, and didn't notice his hand until it was grabbing her hair again. He yanked so hard that she lost her balance, and fell with a thud as he pulled her to the floor. She felt the blade of the knife on her mouth. “Open,” he said. She did, and felt the knife on her tongue. She tasted the cruel steel, and her eyes opened wide.

“You see?” he said. “Now if you move, you'll end up cutting yourself up. Your tongue will slice into pieces. Of course, the tongue heals pretty fast, so it will heal eventually.” He pressed the knife against her tongue a bit and leaned in close. “But I wouldn't recommend it.”

He took her hands first, one at a time, and cuffed them together, running a chain through a small eyelet he had screwed into the floor. Once her hands were firmly secure, he pulled the knife out of her mouth with agonizing slowness and moved down her body, the knife dragging along, leaving a trail of her own saliva down her neck, along her chest, between her breasts, and down to her belly. He left the knife there, pressing the point against her skin just barely hard enough to push at the skin, but not quite hard enough to pierce it. Melissa held her breath and tried not to move, tried not to shiver, as he wrapped straps around her thighs.

He cut away her underwear and ran the knife between her legs. For a second, Melissa wondered if he would put it up inside her. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to. Sounded sexy, but also sounded really, really dangerous. Thankfully, he moved his way down. He pushed her legs apart, and she felt him strap something around each ankle. Then he stood up, and she looked up at him as he stared down at her with a nasty look in his eyes.

She tried to close her legs, but she couldn't. There was something between her ankles, something holding them open.

“Now,” he said, “the question is whether to leave you handcuffed like that, or to let you go and put you in a slightly more comfortable position.” He tapped the blade of the knife against his teeth, trying to decide what to do.

“You did say you were here to please a man, Melissa. Isn't that what you said?”

She nodded.

“And do you think that laying there and just taking whatever torture I come up with would please me?”

She swallowed hard.

He bent down again, knelt by her head. He rubbed her hair, ran his fingers through it like a rudimentary comb. “Maybe I should shave your head,” he said. “All this beautiful hair you have. Maybe I should just cut it all off. Leave you as bald as a newborn.” He gave her an evil grin. “Would you like that?”

She shook her head.

His hand turned into a fist, and he gave her hair a steady pull. “I'm not actually asking,” he said, his voice still calm. “You're going to do whatever I want you to. If you don't, I'm going to send that picture everywhere. And I'll post this video on the internet. You'll never live it down.” He pulled her hair, and Melissa couldn't hold in the gasp of pleasure. That made him laugh.

“Everyone will know,” he said. “They'll know that you're a worthless little slut. And they'll know it from your own lips.”

He unhooked her wrists and pushed her over onto her stomach. He pulled her hair again with one hand, then used the other to attach her wrists to the straps on her thighs. He slapped her stomach to make her bend, then put her face back on the floor.

Melissa had her face and her knees on the floor. Her hands were tied to her thighs, and her legs were spread open. She was spread open. He stepped out of her line of sight. She heard him walking behind her. Heard him unzip his pants. Felt his hands between her legs. She shivered and moaned as he played with her.

He laughed at her.

“Some victim, Melissa,” he said. “So willing. So eager. You were right the second time.” She felt the tip of his cock press against her. “You're no victim. You're a slut. You're here of your own free will, and you just want to get good and fucked.” He pressed into her a little bit, and she felt her pussy lips wrap around the head of his cock. He started pushing in, then stopped. She whimpered and tried to push back, but he moved with her, didn't go in any deeper.

“It's true, isn't it?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir.”

He laughed and slapped her on the ass. “Tell me what you want, Melissa.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“What's that?”

“Fuck me!” She yelled, pushing against him. “Fuck me deep, fuck me hard. I want to get good and fucked. Please!”

He pushed his cock in all the way, and she gasped at the sudden fullness. He pulled out a little and thrust back in, and she moaned again. She was already so turned on.

He slid her around and pulled her hair, lifting her face enough that she could see the camera as he pounded away at her.

“Say hi to your public,” he said, pushing in deep and making her moan. He pulled her hair towards him every time he shoved himself deeper into him, and Melissa was too busy moaning and enjoying herself to say a word.

She came quickly, and again when he did. She knew he was getting closer and closer because he started saying her name with every thrust. “Melissa,” thrust. “Melissa.” thrust. “Melissa!” thrust. “MELISSA!” and then she felt him cum, hard, filling her insides and pushing her body over the edge for a second orgasm.

He pulled out of her and staggered away, leaving her there on the floor, enjoying the afterglow and feeling his cum drop down her thigh. She made happy noises and just let herself float on the endorphins.

He came back and let her out, rubbed her shoulders to get the feeling back, and handed her a fresh pair of panties and a bra. She smiled and kissed him, then headed to the bathroom.

By the time she got back, the camera was off its tripod and the room was back to normal. He was in the living room on the couch. The envelope and the camera were on the table next to him.

Melissa slipped on the couch and curled up against his arm.

“I like the picture,” she said.

“Thought it was a nice touch.” He shrugged.

“So did you get the video or not?”

He shook his head. “There wasn't even a tape in there, Mel.” He laughed, then kissed her on the head.

“Got any more of those pictures?”

He laughed again. “Of course,” he said. “They come printed that way, you know.”

She looked over at the completely blank picture with the note on the back, and she smiled. “Still,” she said, “I like the idea.”

“Me too,” he said. “That's the point.”