A Small Case of Blackmail
“Miss
Alexander, would you step into my office for a moment please?”
Joyce stood
up and smoothed down her tight black skirt – not that there was a lot of the
mini skirt to smooth down, as it barely covered her crotch and the top of her
legs. As she moved, the black nylon
hugged her bottom and squeaked slightly as she moved, drawing some glances from
the rest of the girls in the back office of the branch of Berkley’s Bank.
“You asked me
to come in, Mr Jenkins,” she said as she stood in the open doorway. Roy Jenkins looked up from his desk at his
personal secretary. Her auburn hair was
cut straight across her forehead, and then hung down her head, resting on the
shoulders of her cream silk blouse. A
black silk tie was tied around her neck, while her long legs were encased in
sheer pantyhose. He had seen the seam
running up the back of her legs earlier that day when she had passed by the
open office door.
She was
naturally tall, but that was augmented by her open toed black patent leather slingbacks, the 5 inch heels elevating her as she closed
the door behind her and walked over to the desk.
“Yes, I did,
Joyce,” Roy said as he stood up and walked round to join her at the front of
the desk. “I was wondering if you would
be available to do some – over time tonight.”
As he spoke, his eyes travelled across Joyce’s chest, the tight silk
blouse deliberately chosen by her to highlight her large chest. He traced his finger in the air above her
breasts. As Joyce smiled before saying “I may be available, Mr Jenkins – for
the usual fee.”
“I will make
sure you get paid in full,” Roy said as he smiled and kissed her. “For now, I need you to deliver these documents
to Harbin’s along the high street. I
promised they would be sent by hand, and I know none safer than yours.”
Joyce smiled
as she took the envelope. “As you wish,
sir,” she whispered before turning and walking out of his office. “I need to run an errand for Mr Jenkins,” she
said as she picked up her handbag, “I should not be gone for more than an
hour.”
“Yes Miss
Alexander,” The girls said as Joyce turned and walked out of the office. The bank was fairly busy as she walked
towards the main door, one man in particular watching her before he made a
call.
The day was
cool, but dry, so Joyce felt no cold as she walked down the high street. There was a grey transit van parked at the
side of the road a short way down, but she thought nothing of it as she
approached, nor of the doors opening as she got closer.
So it came as
a complete surprise to her when she was grabbed and dragged into the van,
forced onto the ground on her stomach.
“What the…” she called out as her arms were forced behind her and she
felt a thin plastic strip been used to pull her wrists tightly together. Looking over her shoulder, she saw two people
in boiler suits and balaclavas holding her, one using a second zip tie a she
held her ankles, the other winding a bandana into a tight band.
“Please, stop
what yourdnggttmmm,” Joyce tried to call out as the
band was forced between her teeth, pulling the corners of her mouth back as the
masked man gagged her. She blinked as
some sort of hood was pulled over her head, and she felt the van move off.
“What the
hell just happened,” Joyce thought to herself as she tried to twist her arms free.
The plastic strip was too tight, however, and as she felt herself bumping on
the van floor she began to panic, wondering what was going to happen to her.
“LTMMTTFHRRR!”
she tried to scream out, only to feel a cold metal ring pressed against her
neck and a voice saying “Shut up and enjoy the ride.”
Joyce could
only guess what had been pressed into her neck, but that guess was enough to
make her stop screaming, and to help her to lie very still, save for the occasional
bump as the van went along the road.
Eventually
she felt the van stop, and the vibrations from the engine cease. As Joyce felt the strip been cut from her
ankles, she was hauled to her feet and the voice said “Move,” pulling her along
as she was forced to step out onto some sort of hard floor.
“Sit her
down,” she heard a female voice say, and Joyce felt pressure on her shoulders,
forcing her onto a wooden seat. “Whsthrr,” she mumbled as she felt her hands been released,
and then pulled behind her.
“Just sit
still, Miss Alexander,” Joyce was surprised to hear a female voice say, “And we
will explain everything in due course.” Joyce
could feel somebody holding her wrists together behind her, crossing them
against each other, and then rope – yes, she was sure it was rope, been tied tightly
around them, forcing them together. The
feel was not unfamiliar to her – she and Roy had played some tie-up games in
the past – but this was different. They
felt tight, and yet comfortable at the same time, especially when she felt the
rope been passed between her arms to tighten the coils.
“Remove her
hood,” the female voice said, and Joyce blinked as the hood was pulled
away. As she waited for her eye sot
adjust to the sudden influx of light, she felt herself been pulled back against
a wooden support and her wrists secured against something.
Eventually,
her eyes started to focus, and Joyce could see three people standing in front
of her. Two were men, dressed in the
overalls and balaclavas, but it was the third that intrigued her. She was a smaller, dark haired woman, with
her long hair held back in a ponytail. She
was also dressed entirely in black leather – a tight fitting jacket slightly
open at the top, a knee length skirt that hugged her body, and tight leather
boots with cuffs turned down at the top.
She was in an
old warehouse, and as far as she could tell they were the only ones there. There was a couple of tables, some chairs, a
primus stove and the black van, but not a lot else.
“Good Afternoon,
Miss Alexander,” the woman said as she walked over and cupped Joyce’s chin in
her gloved hand. “Forgive the manner of your arrival here, but we wanted to
have a little chat with you.”
“Gfkurslf,” Joyce mumbled as she glared angrily back at hr
captor. “Such language from one so
beautiful,” the woman cooed as she released Joyce’s head, walking behind and
caressing her neck with her hands. The
gloves were soft, and felt gentle as she stroked Joyce’s neck. “Would you be so angry if we told you we
needed your help?”
“Whtfkkduwnt,” Joyce said, but at the same time there was
something, something about the way she was stroking her neck… She was brought back to reality by the sound
of a trolley been wheeled in, and one of the masked men turning on a
television.
At the same
time, she could see ropes been passed round her upper body, forcing her back
against what was now obviously a chair back as they went above and below her
breasts. They were red, and felt like
soft silk, but there was no denying their strength as they held her firmly in
place, and forced her arms into her side.
They also were
forcing her chest up and out, and looking down Joyce could see the buttons
straining to remain closed. Looking for
a diversion, she watched as the masked man put a DVD into a player and pressed
start.
“Great –
they’re probably going to make me watch dirty videos,”Joyce
thought to herself, and as the film started with an empty bedroom sehe sighed to herself.
Those sighs turned to screams, however, as she recognised the two people
who entered the room.
“Whthl – hedduuflmts,” she called
out a she watched herself and Roy Jenkins slowly start to take their clothes
off. “Oh this,” the woman said as she
put her arms round Joyce’s neck and smiled, “we have been following you for
some time, and I have to say some of it has been quite – stimulating.”
Joyce tried
to turn her head away, only for the woman to place her gloved hands on either
side and make her watch. “I particularly
liked this bit,” she whispered into Joyce’s ear as she watched a rather –
unusual manoeuvre on Roy’s part.
“Now, I
wonder what would happen if Mr Jenkins’ wife was shown this film – or indeed,
any of the ones we have filmed for the last three months,” the woman said as
Joyce slumped her head down. “I am sure
she would be fascinated by it – and she would want to talk to you as well, Joyce.”
The bound and
gagged woman looked up at her female captor and said “Whtduwnt?”
“Sorry, I
cannot hear you,” the woman said as she pulled the scarf out of Joyce’s mouth.
“I said, what
do you want,” Joyce said as she glared back at her.
“Nothing that
is going to hurt you,” the woman cooed as she stroked Joyce’s cheek. Something told her this woman was not exactly
attracted to men, but she let it pass for the moment.
“So what do
you want?”
“Your half of
the access code to the vault at your bank, or else your lover’s wife gets a new
box set of DVDs to watch – at her leisure.
I think she’ll find the tape for last Wednesday particularly
interesting.”
Joyce groaned
– that was the one where she had pretended to be Roy’s wife, and spanked him
for not doing the housework.
Joyce swallowed,
and said quietly “All right, I’ll give you the code, but it’s only half of it –
how are you going to persuade R… Mr Jenkins to give up the
other half?”
“By offering
him a choice – you’ll find out soon enough.
Now, give me the code, clearly and slowly.” Joyce nodded and rolled of a sequence of five
two digit numbers. “Backwards, if you
please,” the woman said, and Joyce sighed as she repeated the sequence in
reverse.
“Very good,”
the woman said as she smiled at Joyce.
“Now, we need to make sure you’re nice and quiet, so sit very still and
open your mouth.”
“Why, are you
going to get one of them to make me give them a blow job?”
“No,
Miss Alexander - nothing so crude.” The woman smiled as she stuffed a folded scarf
into Joyce’s mouth, and then moved her jaw so that her lips closed over the
stuffing. Smiling, she kissed Joyce on
the lips before tearing the end of a roll of wide, white medical tape loose.
“Ugttbkdng,” Joyce said as she wrapped the tape around her
mouth and head, pulling it tighter with each pass so that the lower half of her
face was a band of simple white. As the woman
tore off the tape and smoothed it down at the back of her head, Joyce tried to
say “What the hell are you playing at,” but all she heard, all that escaped
from the gag was “Whttllllmmmmm.”
“We’re not
quite finished yet, but I need to make a phone call first.” The woman said a
she planted her rouged lisp on Joyce’s forehead, and then dialled a number on
her call phone.
“Mister Jenkins,
please.
“Mister
Jenkins? You don’t know me, but I have
two people who are very close to you here with me - your wife and your
secretary.
“Oh, so you
don’t believe me? Joyce, perhaps you
would like to say something to your lover,”
She walked
behind Joyce and put the handset next to her gag, at the same time reaching
down between Joyce’s legs. As she felt
the gloved hand stroking her crotch, Joyce’s eyes snapped open and she screamed
out “NNNNNNNNNN!”
“I trust you
heard that, Mister Jenkins? That was
Joyce, your secretary, your lover, and if you do not sit down and listen very
carefully to what I am about to say, I will go into the next room and show your
lovely wife a tape of your session on Monday thus week.”
She looked at
Joyce, smiling and nodding as she listened to the raised voice at the other
end, “Yes, yes, I am quite sure you love
your wife, Mister Jenkins, but do you think she will love you after she sees
you in that position? Listen and see
sense.
“My colleague
will be in your office in one hour, after closing time - send your staff home,
and say you are working late. He has one
half of the access code to the vault - you will provide the other half. I do not want any police presence, or both
your wife and your lover meet - and then die.”
Joyce tried
to struggle, feeling the cold sweat on her body on her silk blouse as she
listened to the call, fearing what was going to come next.
“Very
sensible, Mister Jenkins. My colleague will arrive in an hour, and will
ring the bell at the front three times.
Please show him every courtesy.”
Ending the call, she walked back and looked at Joyce.
“Well your
lover has seen sense,” she said a she knelt in front of her, the gloved hands
stroking the inside of Joyce’s thigh, “so we have a little time to spend. How do you think we should spend it,
hmm?” Joyce looked down,
shaking her head as the woman gently pulled her ankles together, and selected
another length of the red rope that was holding her upper body so tightly.
“You have a
very - sensual body,” the woman said as she wrapped the rope around Joyce’s
ankles and pulled them together, Joyce gasped as she felt the woman wind the
rope around and between her legs, and then over the soles of her shoes, so that
by the time she had finished she could not move her feet apart at all.
“Such lovely
long legs, and so smooth,” the woman continued as she rubbed her gloved hands
over Joyce’s calf muscles, making her groan slightly in the gag as a further
length of rope was passed around her legs below her knees, and she felt them
been drawn tightly together as well.
“Plsdntdtsss,” Joyce mumbled as the woman then passed her
hands along the inside of her thighs, the leather moving smoothly over the
sheer hose. It wasn’t as if it was
unpleasant - it was actually very gentle and even stimulating - but not when
she was tied tightly in a chair, or by a complete stranger. As she watched her thighs been bound in the
same way as her ankles and knees, she looked at her captor with pleading eyes,
and simply said “whhhh.”
“Why you as a
lever or why you as a woman,” her captor said as she picked up a large white headscarf
and folded it into a wide band. “At any
rate, the answer is the same - you are a way to something I want, and I intend
to have it.”
She smiled
sweetly, and then to Joyce’s surprise she sat across her legs, the leather
squeaking as her skirt moved up to allow her to sit on her lap, the leather
booted legs wrapping themselves around Joyce’s own.
“From your
lover, I intend to have the contents of the vault,” she whispered as her
fingers traced down Joyce’s face. “From
you, Joyce Alexander, I intend to have and to give - pleasure.”
Joyce sat
there under her, wondering what she meant, but as she leaned over and started
to gently kiss Joyce’s neck she got a hint of what was intended. “Nnppllsdnntnt,”
she mumbled as her captor started to gently stroke her upper arms, and her
kisses grew stronger, making Joyce moan in spite of herself.
“Do not deny
it, Joyce,” the woman said as she sat back and placed her hands on Joyce’s
breasts, “you are going nowhere, so you may a swell gain some pleasure from
your situation with me.”
“Btidnntnnmmmmmm,” Joyce started to protest, but as the
gloved hand started to gently massage her breasts, the fingers moving like a
pianist plays the keyboard, Joyce felt a thrill running through her, a thrill
of expectation and wanting. Roy had
never done this, and she found it intoxicating, diverting - arousing. She moaned slightly and closed her eyes as
she felt the strong fingers gently squeezing, caressing, and moving her to want
to moan even more.
“Whrudngtssss,” Joyce moaned as the captor kept on with the
massage, her fingers gently kneading her breasts as she felt her nipples
harden. Opening her eyes and looking
down, she saw the faint outline of them under her already stretched blouse, and
wondered what her tormentor was going to do next, as she felt the lips
caressing her neck again and again, making her wonder
if this was something she had secretly always wanted.
“MMGDDDD!”
Joyce
screamed as two things happened simultaneously.
First, the woman leaned down and started to kiss Joyce’s nipples under
her blouse, and secondly she could feel the leather covered fingers as they
stroked against her clit, making her shiver with each gentle touch, She looked down and saw the woman smile back
at her as she continued to probe, her hand slipping under her panties and hose
as she felt a finger moving inside her, stroking her as small electric shocks
passed through her entire body as she felt the boots rubbing up and down her
legs.
“Ah, you feel
it now, don’t you,” her captor said as she kissed her breast again, and then
moved her own body against hers, rubbing up with her jacket against the silk
blouse. Joyce closed her eyes and let her head fall back as she felt leather
against silk, breast against breast, body against body...
The sound of
a cell phone ringing interrupted her dreams.
“Forgive me, I have to get this,” her captor said as she climbed off
Joyce, leaving her with damp patches at her neck, her breasts, and as she could
now tell between her legs as well. She
opened her eyes and looked at this temptress, this wonder as she spoke to
somebody on the telephone.
“Well, I have
good news and bad news, Joyce,” she eventually said as she walked back over,
the heels of her boots clicking on the floor.
“The good news is that we have what we wanted from the bank vault, and your
lover boy is safe and well, if a little - indisposed.”
“The bad
news,” she continued as she went to collect something from a table, “is that we
have to leave you here, but I’m glad we had a chance to give each other some
comfort in the last hour. It makes what
is going to happen next slightly more bearable.”
She smiled as
she placed a small package in Joyce’s laps.
Joyce looked down, her eyes widening as she saw the four red sticks held
together with tape, and the small digital clock that had “15:00” on the
counter.
“Mrs Jenkins
sends her regards,” the woman said as she kissed Joyce’s neck, “and hopes you
enjoy the last fifteen minutes on this earth.”
She pressed a button and Joyce watched, her
eyes widening as the clock started to count down...
“Goodbye,
Joyce - it was nice while it lasted,” the woman said as she walked away, the
other men following her and laughing. Joyce
stared after them, screaming silently into her gag, and then looked down at the
clock.
“13:00”
She
desperately tried to free her arms, but they were too securely held down
against the back of the chair she was sitting on. She could feel the sweat starting on her forehead
as she looked back down.
“10:00”
“I don’t want
to die,” Joyce thought as she tried to kick the package off her legs, swinging
them up and down in a vain attempt to move it, but it seemed to stay still,
impervious to anything.
“7:00”
Joyce stared
down at the package, and started to pray.
It had been a long time since she had done so, but right then seemed a
good time to start.
“2:00”
Opening her
eyes, Joyce began to laugh. Somehow the
thought “If you’re going to go, go with a bang” had come to mind, and it made
her feel happy giddy, as the clock ticked down.
“0:30”
“0:20”
“0:10”
“0:05”
“0:04”
Joyce closed
her eyes and waited.
And
waited.
And
waited.
When she
opened them again, she looked at the counter on the clock.
“0:04”
“Whstgngnnn,” Joyce said as she opened her eyes and looked
round, the sound of heels on concrete reaching her ears. Twisting her head, she saw a grey haired
woman in a camel greatcoat walking towards her.
“So you’re
the secretary are you,” she said as she picked up the package and threw it to
the other side of the space. “I’m Roy’s
wife - well soon to be ex- and very, very wealthy wife. I just wanted you to know what it is like to
raise the wrath of someone like me. Do
yourself a favour - move away from him, far away. I’ll be watching.”
As she turned
to go, Joyce weakly said “whtbtmmm?”
“I’ll let the
police know you are here,” Mrs Jenkins said as she turned and looked at her,
“Once you have had the chance to consider your future.” She turned and walked off, leaving Joyce to
start crying, shaking as she sat and realised how close she had come to her own
end...