Blackmail Isn’t for Everyone, But It Will Do
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Wednesday arrived, the day Clare intended to come to my house and force me to let her take my virginity. I still had my hymen, even after all the sex I’d had in my life. The opening of my vagina was tight, and I could get a finger inside myself, but nothing more than that or a tampon, which is basically the same size.
I had wondered what she might bring to accomplish this. Mom said she might bring a large dildo or a strap-on.
“It doesn’t matter, though. She will not get that far if you follow the script we’ve planned,” Mom said. “And if for some reason you can’t follow the script, I won’t let her do it anyway. I’ll bust in before that happens.”
Over the weekend, Mom had hired some friends of hers to install a two-way mirror in my bedroom. From the room next to mine, which was a guest bedroom, she had gotten the same friends to make a hole in the wall big enough to fit a camera lens through it to film inside my room.
I had asked Mom just to get a nanny cam, but she said first of all the images weren’t as sharp, and second, the sound quality — if they had sound — was awful on those things.
Rick, Tera’s husband from the production company Mom worked for, was going to do the filming. I was sure he was going to enjoy that. He had even rigged up some mics to pick up what was said.
Our plan was to get Clare to start talking and admit she was blackmailing me, though we weren’t trying to get her to say exactly what it was she had on me. We decided if she mentioned it, we could edit the soundtrack to get rid of it. Then, we were going to bring out that she was having sex with lots of her female friends as well as her ten-year-old sister, Carmen.
The only thing that bothered me about any of this was that we had to involve Carmen. She was very sweet, not to mention a cute little sex-pot, and I hated that we had to do this, but if it worked nobody would ever have to know. All we wanted was for Clare to leave me alone. Nobody wanted to reveal anything about Clare and Carmen at all, even though we had already managed to let their aunt know, but that was completely unintentional. How did we know our private detective, Gwen Fremont, was also these girls’ aunt? It didn’t seem to bother Gwen at all, though. In fact, she seemed very pleased to know about them.
Everything was set. The camera and mics were in place and had been tested to make sure everything would work properly. When I got home, Rick was in the spare room with Mom and Gwen, who had asked to be there.
Clare had ordered me to make sure both Jenna and I were naked when she got there. By the time I’d gotten home, Jenna was already walking around the house nude, and I joined her after talking with Mom for a moment. We sat on my bed while waiting for Clare to show up. We were both nervous, so it seemed like a long time before she got there, even though it wasn’t.
About thirty minutes after I got home from school, the doorbell rang. We knew Clare was here, and I went to let her in. Hopefully, this would be her undoing, not my humiliation. I felt like a cat letting a bird into the house.
She walked in and looked me up and down with approval.
“Very good, slave,” she said. While I hated what was happening, I had to admit that the whole sex slave thing was very exciting, too. I wondered if Marie or Deanna might want to play a game like that. Of course, with us, it would always be for fun.
“Where’s the other one?” she asked.
I fumed that she’d referred to Jenna as simply ‘the other one.’
“Her name’s Jenna. You know that,” I said, crossing my arms and glaring at her.
“I’ll call her the little bitch and you the bigger bitch if that’s what I want to do.”
I continued to stare defiantly.
“Drop your arms. I want to be able to see your titties when I look at you naked,” Clare said before reaching into her purse and taking out a strap-on harness, along with a dildo nearly as big around as my wrist. Smiling at me, she said, “This is what’s waiting for you, bigger bitch slave.” Apparently, she’d decided what to call me and Jenna.
I couldn’t help but stare at the fake cock. I knew it would probably tear me somewhere down there if she ever got the chance to use it. Then I wondered where in the world she had gotten a strap-on and a dildo that big for it. She was too young to walk into an adult store and buy it.
“Come here, bigger bitch slave, and lick my toes.”
I had known several people who were turned on either by licking and sucking someone else’s toes and feet or having their own licked and sucked. Clare was one of the second group, I guessed.
I had no problem with doing that, but I wanted to get her into the bedroom.
“Jenna’s in my room,” I said. “It would be easier for you if we went in there so you could get on my bed.”
“Good idea, bigger bitch slave,” she said. I found myself thinking her insulting terms were rather childish, like “dummy doe-doe” or something. I smiled at this as I led her into my room.
I turned into the slave then, completely, to make the film more like real evidence that she was making me her slave. As I licked and sucked the toes of one foot and Jenna removed Clare’s clothing, she kept talking to us, calling me “bigger bitch slave” and Jenna, “little bitch slave.”
I loved it, because it was just proving what we were setting out to show.
She was obviously getting very excited from what I was doing to her feet. When I moved for a second to allow Jenna to remove her panties, I could not only see moisture on the panties, but I could also plainly see it on her pussy. Her dark brown pubic hair nearest the labia was glistening with it.
I took the opportunity to speak to her.
“Why are you blackmailing us? You don’t need to make us your sex slaves.”
“I’m doing it because I can, bigger bitch slave.”
“Are you doing it because I know you and your sister Carmen have sex? Are you afraid we’ll tell?”
“Of course, you won’t tell anyone that,” she said. “I’ve made sure of it.”
That was more or less an admission, though I suppose she could say that we were threatening to tell a lie about her. Still, I wondered when the party would be broken up. To be honest, I wanted it to continue until she was ready to fuck me. As much of a bitch as she was, I wanted to taste her. In fact, as I stared at her cunt, my mouth began to water.
Seeing where my eyes were focused, she reached down and began to play with herself a little, nothing urgent, just petting it and sliding the juices around some to coat her clit, which I could see peeking out of its fleshy sheath. It was a dark pinkish red.
“You want this, don’t you?” she asked. She grinned, but it was a cruel grin.
I knew she wouldn’t let me lick her if I said yes, at least not right away, and I wanted to be sure there was time for it, so I said, “Not really. You’re mean and cruel and I don’t want to lick any girl who’s like that.”
It worked. “You’ll lick it if I tell you to lick it,” she said, the threat clear in her voice. She looked at Jenna and said, “Get up here and lick and suck my titties.” Jenna stood there for a second, not moving. “You heard me, little bitch slave! Move!”
Jenna responded then. She wasn’t used to people talking to her like that, and I could tell the words stung her.
I looked at Clare, and for the first time in my life I wanted to jump on someone and scratch her eyes out.
To prove she still had power over me, she said, “Reach down and play with yourself.”
Jenna, who was licking, kissing, and sucking Clare’s boobs, must have thought Clare was speaking to her because her hand quickly went to her pussy and began massaging it, pressing her fingers into the soft warm flesh to stimulate her clit.
Clare, noticing Jenna’s quick movement, laughed. It obviously fed her ego that Jenna had apparently learned her lesson about delaying when ordered to do something.
Clare had been speaking to me, however, so I obeyed. I was wet in spite of the situation. It occurred to me that I might not be so turned on if I thought I might actually end up being fucked by that dildo. My knowledge that we were being filmed and our voices recorded eased my mind considerably, allowing me to enjoy the sexual part of what was taking place instead of feeling like a true victim of what, in Clare’s mind, was basically rape, both of me and the young girl whom I considered to be my little sister.
As I played with myself, I moved to pinch my nipples as well.
“Did I tell you to play with your boobs?!” Clare asked.
I noticed Jenna stop what she was doing and look around, but she quickly went back to work on Clare’s left tit. She continued to play with her pussy, even though she might have realized it had been me our tormentor was commanding to masturbate. Glancing at Jenna’s hand, I could see it was coated with her fluids. She was horny as well, despite the circumstances.
I have read that women who are raped by men will often achieve an orgasm, and this confuses them. It made me wonder if my body wouldn’t have responded as it was, regardless of my situation. After all, sexual stimulation of the clit is still sexual stimulation. And my clit always seemed to have a mind of its own anyway.
Clare looked at what my hands were doing and smiled. She was definitely enjoying this. She said, “Now, get down to my pussy and lick me. I want you to swallow my juices.”
As I moved toward her, I said, “Does Carmen love licking your juices from your pussy too?”
“Shut up and eat me,” Clare said.
I silently cursed, wanting to get something that could not be explained away before she got around to using the strap-on, since I knew Mom would stop things then. If we didn’t have hard evidence against Clare, she could deny she had ever had sex with Carmen, her own ten-year-old sister. So far, I was the only person who had mentioned her, really.
Crawling onto the bed, I positioned myself so I could lick Clare’s wet pussy. I wanted her to come, but I wasn’t sure she’d let me get that far yet. She might be one of those girls who, once they come, aren’t interested in sex for a while. If she was like that, she certainly wouldn’t let me bring her off.
I knelt on the bed and placed my face right above her slit. My mouth was still watering, and it was worse now that I would be tasting her in seconds.
“Keep playing with your pussy and lick me until I tell you to stop. And don’t forget my rosebud down lower,” Clare said.
As I spread her lips and moved toward her slit, she spoke to Jenna. “And you keep playing with your pussy while you make my titties feel good. In fact, I’ll even let you come if you get there.” Then to me, she said, “But if you come, bigger bitch slave, I’ll have to whip you with my belt.”
Diving into her wetness, I slathered her juices onto my tongue before drawing it back into my mouth and swallowing the fluids on it. It really was a shame that she wasn’t interested in anything but forced sex with us by using blackmail. She was delicious. I actually envied Carmen, who was getting the benefit of this tasty pussy without the drama we had to endure.
I licked and sucked her, hoping she would let me give her an orgasm. Occasionally, I would dive down and flick my tongue across her butthole, which always made her squirm slightly in pleasure.
As I made love to her clit and the surrounding soft flesh, I felt myself getting close to an orgasm myself. She was getting near herself, judging from her panting, moans, and the wild motion of her hips. I stopped masturbating but kept my hand on my pussy, fearful that I might come but also not wanting to stop what she’d told me to do. Focusing on Clare, I started pressing my tongue onto her clit, bathing it and listening as Clare’s excitement mounted.
I heard Jenna begin to come, her squeals a delight to me because I knew how much she enjoyed having orgasms. When Jenna had finished, Clare said, “Okay, stop licking me, both of you.”
Sitting up, I looked into her eyes. She was obviously filled with lust. Clare looked as if she could barely stand not allowing herself to come. She was flushed and trembling, her eyes seeming unfocused. They were half-lidded with desire. She clearly thought I was good at what I did.
She scrambled up and grabbed the harness. She tried to put it on, but she was having trouble because her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
I made a final effort to get her to say something about how she and Carmen had sex.
“Am I as good as Carmen? Or does she lick your pussy better than I do? And what about her? Do you like how her pussy tastes?”
She looked at me and said, “Get over here and help me get this on.” For a moment I thought, This is it. She’s not going to openly admit anything. But when I started slipping the harness into place, no easy task since my own hands were trembling with the need to come, she began to talk.
“Carmen isn’t as good as you, but she will be someday. As to her taste, haven’t you tasted her? She’s delicious.”
“So you like licking your sister’s pussy and having her lick yours?” I asked, hoping for even more than she’d already said.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, turning to me as I finished cinching the belts into place. “Licking Carmen and having her lick me is one of my favorite things.”
I picked up the huge dildo, hefting it in my hands while I briefly considered pushing Clare onto the bed and ramming it up her cunt instead. I didn’t do that, though. I situated it into the harness and stepped back.
At that moment my bedroom door burst open, and Mom, Bob, and Gwen entered. Mom’s eyes were like nothing I’ve ever seen on her or anyone else in my life. She looked as though she wanted to kill Clare, who stood dumbly staring at the adults as they entered the room.
But it was when she saw Gwen, her aunt, that Clare must have realized that her little blackmail scheme had just come to a screeching halt. This time it was her eyes that filled with tears.
“Aunt Gwen!” she said, horrified that her mother’s sister was standing there, seeing her with a huge fake cock sticking out of the harness she wore. She collapsed onto the floor and began to sob, wailing, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” as she cried.
I couldn’t tell if this were some kind of act, or if she were really sorry. She was, at the very least, extremely embarrassed to be caught like this. Of course, she had no idea about the filming.
Mom and Gwen lifted her by the arms and sat her on my bed. The fake cock looked ridiculous sticking up from her middle. I stepped toward where she sat on my bed, thinking I would have to wash my sheets before I could sleep on them again. Standing in front of her and looking down at the sadness that was Clare, I said, “If you ever tell anyone about my mom and me, I’ll tell about you and Carmen.”
She looked at me and her anger flashed once again. “You don’t have any proof of that!”
“Actually, I do. They were filming us from the next room,” I said, pointing at the mirror. “That’s a two-way mirror. We have you on film saying you had sex with your sister. You’re the one who has no proof.”
Clare’s jaw dropped as I glared at her. She knew I had her now. Still, she had few cards left to play, but what she thought were aces were no more than twos.
“But if you use the film, everyone will know you have sex with Jenna.”
“What makes you think I care if people know that? She’s not my real sister, so we’re not committing incest the way you are. You’ll end up in some juvenile jail for girls. I’ll just get a slap on the wrist for what will be viewed as two girls doing some sexual experimenting.”
“Still, the film is child porn. Your mom would go to jail for that if you show it to anyone.”
I stared into her wet eyes that were red from crying. “And so will your aunt, but that’s only if you tell about my mom and me. Face it, Clare, we each have something on the other one. You have something on me without any proof other than your say-so. I have more on you that I honestly don’t want to tell anyone about, but I would if you tell about my mom and me. It’s a stand-off. Nobody wins, but also nobody loses.” I paused, “At least nobody loses unless you tell what you know. Then everyone loses, including you and your aunt.”
We had discussed this aspect of making the movie with Gwen before, and she was okay with it for several reasons. First, we wouldn’t implicate her anyway, saying I had arranged for an unnamed friend to help me film. Second, she doubted we would ever have to use it because she planned to make sure Clare kept her secret about Mom and me. Children, even if guilty of making child pornography, would not be prosecuted as long as nobody was distributing it for money. I would get another slap on the wrist, in all likelihood, so there was no danger to anyone regarding that part of the plan.
Clare looked as though someone had just killed her dog. She was furious and extremely sad. She’d been outsmarted, with a lot of help, and I didn’t have anything to worry about now. Her days of calling Jenna and me ‘bitch slave’ were over.
I looked at Clare, who was still sitting on my bed with the dildo sticking up from the harness.
“Now, get off my bed, get dressed, and get the hell out of my room,” I said. “And never fuck with me again.”
She did as I asked. When she was dressed, Gwen put her arm around Clare’s shoulder and escorted her from the house. I watched through my bedroom window as they loaded Clare’s bike into the back of Gwen’s car and drove off.
Turning around, I looked at my mom and Rick.
“Thank you,” I said. It was all that was needed.
Rick came over and hugged me, telling me he would develop the film that evening and give it to my mom. He went to the spare room and we could hear him in there, taking everything down and packing up the camera.
I stepped over to my mother and hugged her. At that point, she was the only person in the room who had any clothes on. Jenna was now sitting on the bed and smiling.
“Mom?” I said, actually nervous about what I was going to ask her.
“What is it, honey?”
“I’m kinda horny still. You want to join Jenna and me in my bed?”
“To be honest, I’m horny too,” she said. “Watching that, as mad as it made me, was still very stimulating.”
While my mom undressed, I went to my bed and lay back with Jenna, kissing her while we waited for her. At that moment, Rick came back into the room, the camera packed and in its case, which he carried. He took in the scene in an instant and smiled.
“Well, I’m gone. See you Tuesday, Kayleigh,” he said. “You three have fun. You deserve it.” With that, he turned and let himself out the door.
Mom joined my sister and me on the bed and soon we were making love with each other. It occurred to me the difference between making love and just having sex. It was something I hadn’t thought about before, but it was clear to me now.
Having sex involves the body. But making love involves the soul. And although having sex was fun and produced some wonderful orgasms, making love left me feeling more satisfied.
It was a wonderful lesson to learn.
Continue on to Chapter 30