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"I know I was way out of line for slamming you at the party," I continued, "I am sorry; that's not my style. I should have let you down easy instead of what I did. I normally do, but I… I was too drunk." And heading after someone else which didn’t work out but that didn't need to be said.

He smiled a little. I could see his thoughts in his eyes, it wasn't that hard. I was being offered to him on a platter and he was firmly interested in having me. He had a pretty decent lump in the front of his pants. He had a conflict on whether to do the honorable thing, which was to untie me and walk away or if he should give in to his lust, his anger, or both.

Jerry's plan was to have Brent give me a revenge fuck — hard, no emotion, no interest on my part, just someone using my body however he wanted, fucking me hard. It looked like Brent was wavering a little. If I was to give Jerry what he wanted Brent looked like he needed a little push.

"Jerry wants me here and I let him tie me down, knowing that this was going to happen. I'm doing this for him but there's no reason for you not to take advantage of what you're given either." Brent's face changed, seeing the direction I was heading. "I don't want to do this for me but I am willing to let you do this to me because Jerry wants it to happen."

"Kneel down across my waist," I urged him, and he did. "Lean over and kiss me." He leaned over, laying full across my body, and gave me a deep French kiss. I could feel his cock which was plenty hard. If Brent did take me it wouldn't be that bad.

We kissed for a long minute. He sat back up. "Squeeze my breasts like melons," I urged him. He reached down, cupped most of each breast in a hand, and gave my 36Cs a firm squeeze. Not too tight, not painful. He scored points. Good grip.

"But I can't just do anything I want with you…" he started.

"And who is going to stop you?"

"Well, your husband wouldn't have just left you alone with someone who is a stranger."

"Seeing that he wants you to screw me royal, maybe he would. I don't know how but I'm sure I'm safe from anything, like he said, permanent being done to me. But he invited you to play any way you wanted with me. If his word is good, he's twenty miles away by now and still going." I didn't know just what was going on but I knew Jerry wouldn't leave me in danger. But neither would he interfere unless Brent went over the line.

Brent was still wavering. So much for the little push. Bigger ammo?

"What's in the bag he left?" I asked. Brent turned it over beside me. Out spilled a bunch of clothes pins, a ring gag, two large dildos, tubes of KY and heating rub and a box of condoms. He looked at them for a long moment then looked back at my bound and spread naked body. Thinking of how he'd use that stuff on me.

I shifted a little, hopefully pleasurably, underneath him. "Look, you know you want to. Every time I walk by at work and see you, you're watching me go by. You want to sink your hard shaft into my cunt. For every time I walked by wearing nearly nothing leaving you with a hard-on and nothing to do about it. I do that to you about ten times a week, don't I? Don't I have some sort of payback coming? When is it your turn?"

He looked at me like I had landed from another planet — on one level he couldn't believe I was trying to talk him into what to him was raping me, but I could see another level, a baser level, was listening to me make arguments he was already making himself. He wanted to; it couldn't be missed.

"Don't I deserve a hard, rough cock in me — revenge for all the hard cocks and blue balls I leave littered behind me wherever I go? You think I'm going to start wearing pants on Monday? What would the other guys tell you to do? Ram her for me, maybe? Make her suck your cock, come in her mouth, make your come drip out of her mouth for me. Teach her a lesson. This is what she gets for being a tease in front of you and everyone else." I stopped for a breath. He'd closed his eyes and was listening. "You won't have this opportunity again – either do me now or regret it forever."

"Besides, who in the hell do I think I am, turning you down at the party? Am I too good to have your cock in me? What, do I think you're too small or maybe I think you don't know how to use it? Well, you can put those questions to rest right now and there's nothing I can do but feel you pound into me. Fill me up with your cum and just leave me here stretched out, that cum leaking out of me. Shove that red ball back into my mouth, put me in my place, and show me who's in charge."

I could see in the expression on his face that he had snapped; I had won. He opened his eyes and smiled at me as he placed a finger over my mouth in a "sssh" gesture. "Ok. Enough." He said quietly.

He leaned back over me to French kiss me again. I turned my head to avoid him, but he grabbed my left nipple and gave a hefty pinch. Okay, okay, you've made your point, I thought as I looked back up and received his kiss. Well, Jerry, here's what you wanted. I hope you enjoy it.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the kiss, returning it fully. We kissed for a full two minutes, his tongue fully exploring my mouth and mine his although not quite as enthusiastically. His hands ran over my chest unrestrained this time.

He got up then I found his cock in my mouth. I sucked on it with interest and was getting him back hard when he suddenly pulled out leaving me hanging (well, laying). He got up, pulled his clothes back together, then walked out the gate back to the front yard. Is he leaving me, I wondered? Jerry will be disappointed. After reviewing the last few minutes of my interaction with Brent, I couldn't think of anything I did wrong or that went wrong. I mentally shrugged, and settled back to wait for Jerry to return and release me.

Then, a minute later, I heard the gate reopen and someone come back in. I craned my head up to look. My blood ran cold. It was Brent and he was holding his cell phone in position to take pictures of me. There were two fast clicks.

Was he going to blackmail me? These pictures sure would be enough. I wasn't thrilled about this one-time screw thing but more than that was way out of line. He stopped and snapped a picture of me laying spread naked on the lawn, head up, looking at him from about ten feet away before I realized it. Damn, that one picture would be enough.

"Brent, please stop! Don't do this to me." He stood right beside me and snapped another, so I started turning my face away from the camera.

He moved to the other side of me, probably getting a picture of my turned-away face, my naked breasts and outstretched arms and the toys laying on the grass at my side. The ball gag still partially strapped around my head.

"Look at me." He commanded. "Look into the camera and smile."

I shook my head no; I would cry but it was about four pictures too late now. "No. Please stop! Brent, don't do this to me!"

I tried to turn my head away from him, so the camera wouldn't catch my face. He stood at my head and cradled my head between his shoes, facing me to look straight up into the camera. Then he snapped several pictures. I was frozen stiff. This wasn't the way it was supposed to go.

He moved for some longer-range pictures. "Brent… I'm begging you, don't do this to me!" I wailed. Then he came up to me and put back in the ball gag, then took more pictures.

I kept turning my head, so he took two ropes, tied them to the top of my ball gag and the posts holding my hands, then stretched them tight so I couldn't move my head from straight forward.

"Yeah, I will give you what you have coming," Brent told me, "today and plenty of tomorrows."

He took a dozen or more pictures, getting good pictures of my face as well as the rest of me. Then he bent down and removed the ball gag. I was still numb and frozen, hardly noticing that he pulled the ball gag out only to strap the ring gag tightly in its place.

He took plenty more pictures along with a couple of wide shots. Then he put the phone away and returned to me.

His clothes came off, then he presented his cock to my mouth. He correctly thought I would bite that thing off without the ring gag when he stuck his member. When I didn't start sucking, he reached down and pinched a nipple. The pain was enough to raise me out of my nightmare. I better start being pleasing to this man, I thought, he had me over a barrel now. I started sucking, mechanically; I still wasn't there mentally.

I sucked until he got hard, and he was tensing up to come when he withdrew. "You're not getting off that easy. No cum for your mouth. Only in your cunt." I closed my eyes, giving up on the easy way out. No, I'd done a great job of goading him into this. A little voice inside asked me why I wasn't happy, isn't this what I wanted?

He waited a few minutes, apparently cooling down then he put some KY on his cock, lay on top of me, and begin to fuck me. It was everything that Jerry would have liked, raw, unfeeling, angry. I was hardly there but that was okay, as I was already making the maximum contribution I could.

He kept going into me, strong and steady, stopping every few minutes to cool off then mounting me again. I was nowhere in sight; I wasn't going to be getting off now. Then after about four start-and-stops, he tensed, arched up, and I felt the throbs of his cock as he came several times in me. He settled down on top of me for a few minutes, then recovered, got up off of me, and redressed.

I just watched him. There was nothing else I could do. I felt his cum start to run out from between my spread legs, there was nothing I could do about that either. He took more pictures of me, including his cum drooling out of me. I wanted to die.

"Jerry ought to be here in about ten minutes. As long as you behave and do everything you're told I don't see any need for anyone else to see those pictures. If you behave."

He smiled slightly at me, then turned and walked away, leaving me still strapped naked to the lawn with his cum slowly dripping out of me. He took a picture of that, too.

I successfully avoided Brent at work Monday. I knew I couldn't avoid him forever and he'd start making demands soon. Tuesday, we ran into each other in the hallway. He sort of smirked at me. "I've got some nice pictures of some fun I had this weekend. Want to see?"

If looks could kill then Brent and the city block behind him would be smoldering ash.

"Come with me." he ordered in a quiet voice and walked into an empty conference room, shutting the door behind me. He backed me into a corner.

"I'll do what you say but you're going to pay for this someday," I told him.

"Fair enough. I plan to have a lot of fun with you until then though. Here's what I want from you. I want you to wear micros and miniskirts to work seven days out of every two weeks. One day each week you will wear no underwear – no panties, hose, or bra. And on those days, you will stop by early in the day and prove it to me. I might stop by from time to time on those days to make sure you aren't putting anything on when you're not around me."

I slightly nodded. I had pretty much expected something like this. I wore miniskirts anyways two or three times a week as it was. I could wear them more often. But the undie-less day…

"I don't want to embarrass you at work and I don't want to force you out of here, but I may ask you to do things you don't want to do and I expect you to do them anyway, immediately."

"Or else you'll send the photos to everyone here at work," I started, resigned.

"And anywhere else I can. Standard blackmail contract, you see," He smiled briefly.

I nodded painfully. "Is there anything else?"

He moved aside. "No. Your first day in a mini with no underwear is tomorrow and I expect to see you prove it early in the morning. Got it?"

I didn't say a word, just nodded and pushed past him out the door.

Jerry and I talked about it that night at home. To my amazement, Jerry didn't seem too upset. He told me that while this was unexpected, he didn't have a problem with the idea of Brent blackmailing me sexually at work. Jerry's instructions were to tell him about everything that happened as soon as I could. But if all Brent wanted to do was sexually blackmail me, then Jerry thought I should just co-operate. As Jerry said, "maybe you'll think twice before wiping someone out who you should just let down gently." I could see that if it stayed on a sexual level Jerry wouldn't do a thing about it; I was on my own. If it got beyond that, to things that would be illegal like embezzling or something or he hurt me or caused me work-related problems Jerry made it clear he'd take care of the situation right away.

My head spun a bit at that and I wondered if Jerry and Brent were working together on this. Jerry was kinky enough to probably enjoy the thought of me twisting in the wind at someone's hand as long as it didn't get out of control or actually hurt me or my career. To be honest I could deal with it, uncomfortably, if it was what Jerry wanted and if I knew I had him covering my back if things got out of hand. No way I'd like it but I could handle it and I would do it. For Jerry.

The next day I was walking into work dressed as ordered. After taking care of the morning crises I went by Brent's office. It was public enough that anything we said would be overheard. I squeezed into a corner not visible from the hall and sat on a low file cabinet there.

"Thank you for stopping by." He started.

"I just wanted to let you know that I got your message yesterday." I said then parted my legs wide enough that he got all the confirmation of the beaver shot he wanted.

"I see you did. Thank you!"

I smiled a little, resigned, then stood up and left.

Thursday morning around 10am and I was in a mini again that day. Brent came up to me as I walked down the hallway. "Plan to skip your lunch. At eleven sharp, meet me up on the mezzanine." I nodded, but didn't say anything. My heart sagged a little; my best guess is that he wanted a little afternoon, or more noontime delight. Well, nobody was going to help me out of my fix, so I started to adjust to the thought.

But the mezzanine? I supposed, if you wanted somewhere in the plant that was quiet and private that was pretty much your only option. Several years before it was the admin area for about 50 people, a long windowless run on the second floor, wide enough for a four-plex of cubes to run down one side and single, larger cubicles for supervisors on the other. Nobody really went there anymore unless they were just passing through, the lights were left off and the cubicles abandoned except where maintenance was slowly disassembling the cubes as they were needed elsewhere. Private but not completely private; people could just walk in from either end on the way to the other side of the building and did so, not frequently, but a lot.

I didn't have a choice. At 10:56 I checked out for lunch then walked over to the back stairs and up into the large, darkened room. It took a moment but I saw Brent approaching from the other side. He walked up to me silently. He didn’t say a word to me and I didn't feel like talking. He took my hand and led me about halfway between the doors, the soft shuffling of his shoes counterpoint to the sound of my heels on the carpet in the darkened room. In about the middle of the Mezzanine he led me to the back row of the cube farm side there. When I saw what was waiting, I froze solid.

Rope, tied to the four corners of the floor of the left cubicle. No. I could handle the quick high-school-style fuck, but bondage here at work was out.

"No way! Someone will find me!"

"Yes way, and now." He paused to let it sink in. "I want all your clothes in my hands and you laying down there in position."

"Okay," He turned to start to go, "Jean and all the people in your department will be the first to get the pictures." He paused to watch my face turn sour. "I'll tie you down here, mess with you a bit, but you're far enough inside to stay hidden if someone walked by. The only way someone would see you is if they walked right back to the specific cube and the only reason they'd do that is if they heard something. I don't want to ruin what we have going so you know I will stay quiet and so will you. Now strip and lay down."

I looked at him for a long moment. Jerry did want me to play along and I couldn't guarantee Brent wouldn't actually carry out his threat. If he did then Jerry had made it clear that if Brent woke up in a hospital he would have been fortunate indeed. OK, Jerry and Brent, you SOBs, have fun. I stepped out of my heels. "Ok, You son of a bitch, you win."

In short order I pulled off the rest of my clothes. Since I wasn't wearing much it didn't take long. Once I lay down Brent slipped loops that were in the ropes over my wrists and tightened them then did the same to my feet. I wasn't stretched out tight. He was leaning up to the rope on my wrists to fix that when we heard, on the far side of the room, the west door open.

We both froze solid. I lay still and he knelt just as still over me as a set of footfalls walked down the length of the room. I freaked out as they came closer and was near panic as they drew ever nearer. Male shoes, not heels, approaching and passing no more than ten feet away. Here I lay, stark naked, bound wide open and unable to cover anything if whoever it was noticed me. But the shoes kept moving and a minute later we heard the east door open then close a second later.

It was a good thing I was tied up already or that would have been it. He could have emailed the damn pictures to the entire fucking country. But in my state Brent was easily able to tighten the ropes to my wrists and ankles, rendering me in a nude tight spread-eagle. He ran his hands up and down my sides, across my breasts and into my pussy hair. He reached up on the desk above me to a plastic bag that was there and grabbed a roll of duct tape. "No, please!" I begged, but he wasn't interested in my pleas. He tore off a piece and then pressed it firmly over my mouth.

He did enjoy himself with my naked, stretched, helpless body. Fortunately, he was quick and hard. I wasn't there enough to reach an orgasm, but managed to get wet enough with some rubbing help from Brent to make the event manageable. He came inside me, then stood up and quickly dressed. Ok, you've had your fun, I thought, now let me go.

But then he reached for my clothes, carefully folded them and put them in the bag. He gave me a mock kiss good-bye through the tape. "I'll be back in about thirty minutes. The quieter you are the safer you are. Stay safe!" He stood up; I heard his footsteps heading for the west exit. Then came the sound of the door opening and closing and then nothing but silence.

I'd have killed him except for the trouble I’d have hiding the body. I could work on that, though. He did come back and let me go after the half hour but several people walked past in that time. I heard Laura and Terrie walk past slowly in conversation, gossiping, and it seemed they stopped right on the other side of the divider from where I lay spread-eagled and naked. Laura and I never had liked each other and if she had come around the divider, she probably would have made a point of inviting the whole building by, to share her discovery before letting me go. But they, like everyone else left and then Brent was back and I was let loose with no further incident.

I was dressed again and heading back to my office in a heartbeat. When I told Jerry about it, he fucked me soundly and enthusiastically that night to two orgasms and another every night thereafter for the next five days. He wore me out but I was happy to be worn out by him. I was still going to kill Brent but until I did with Jerry it did seem to have some advantages.

About a year later Brent picked up a promotion to our company headquarters on the west coast. I was quite relieved; he'd be gone and I hoped the blackmail nightmare would end. Not that it was that bad — he relented on the no-undies stuff after about two months and one nearly-disastrous day and didn't have me dress in much less than I would have anyway. Only once in a while he made demands of me. Of course, when he did, they were doozies.

He didn't say anything about the move or what would come of our "arrangement" to me. We did have a convention that we both were going to as part of a party of six of our employees. I wasn't happy about being in Chicago relatively alone with Brent and without Jerry but Jerry reassured me it would be okay as long as I told him about everything "interesting" that happened when I got home. He reminded me that he trusted me and if Brent got too far out of line Jerry had complete willingness and plenty of ideas on how to fix that. He assured me I’d be happy with any or all of them.

I realized Brent could always pass the photo files and the story over to someone else at the plant. There was no way I could ask about it and I really didn't know. Yes, Brent took great advantage of me at times and put me

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