"Blackmailer"

Posted by tina on December 06, 2006 at 09:01:04:

Hi, everyone! This is a story I wrote for a special friend. He said I could share, so enjoy!

"Blackmailer"
by tina

The woman was of average height, about five-five or perhaps an inch shorter. Andrea guessed her weight at about 120 despite the round face. The gray suite was tailored perfectly to hug the curves of her body. The hem of the skirt ended just above her dimpled knees. Andrea admired the shape of her lower leg as she walked confidently toward where he stood. She wore charcoal colored nylons and they shimmered in the afternoon light that filtered through the sheer curtains of his corner office.

"I’m Nadia," she said with a smile. He reached for her outstretched hand but she brushed past and his jaw dropped as she took hold of his belt.

"So, what they say is true!" Andrea exclaimed as he watched the woman unfasten his belt and trousers. "And what might that be?" Nadia inquired with a wicked grin as she slowly lowered the zipper of Andrea’s pants.

"That you slept your way to the top," Andrea stammered, "or at least to where you are now."

"Actually I prefer the bottom," Nadia said as she dropped to her knees. She held Andrea’s erection gently in her left hand as her lips encircled the tip of his penis. Andrea moaned loudly as Nadia’s lips moved over the shaft of his cock. He could see a hint of her red lip-gloss on his dick as her lips slid back up the hard shaft. She nibbled the head of Andrea’s cock as he ran his fingers through Nadia’s light brown hair.

Then Nadia increased the tempo. Her lips slid vigorously up and down Andrea’s cock, as her hand would follow behind gently squeezing the hard prick. Then she cupped his balls in the palm of her hand. As she continued to give Andrea the most exquisite blow job he had ever experienced she closed her hand on his balls and literally milked the cum out of him.

It was at this point that the intercom sounded with the announcement that Mr. Benson was a little early for his three o’clock appointment with Andrea.

"Damn", Andrea cursed as he pulled free from Nadia’s luscious lips. "The Johnson report is in that attaché case. Have an evaluation ready for me by Friday and we can review matters further."

Nadia pushed a stray drop of cum back into her mouth and sucked her finger clean. "Of course, sir. It will be my pleasure to confer with you again." Nadia squealed with surprise as Andrea gave her a playful slap on the ass as she turned to leave. She wagged a finger at the Senior Vice President, blew him a kiss, picked up the attaché case and walked out of the office.

Nadia had indeed slept her way to the top. Oddly, for such a gifted sexual predator she used her whiles only to advance her own career or those in her favor. She was not a greedy or malicious person. She never used sex as a weapon but rather like tool to be utilized like a good sales pitch or excellent communication skills.

However, fate had taken a surprising turn when Nadia had opened the brief case. Poor Andrea had given her the wrong set of papers. Instead of the Johnson report the case held information on a very slick money laundering operation being run by the bank’s upper echelon. There was also clear evidence of other nefarious activity contained in the pages that Nadia read. So instead of looking for career advancement Nadia had decided to ask for a finder’s fee for returning the incriminating documents. She would return the papers for a measly $100,000 and everyone would be happy.

So instead of meeting about the Johnson report, Friday morning had found Nadia sitting comfortably in the back of a white limousine. Her hand ran idly over the plush leather that caressed her firm butt. There was a bottle of champagne chilling in a boot to Andrea’s left but he had not offered Nadia a drink.

"This is the kind of power and luxury I want," Nadia thought to herself. Her navy pantyhose hissed quietly as she crossed her lovely legs. She tugged gently at the hem of her suite skirt. The suite she wore was just a shade lighter than her hosiery. The monochromatic look extended her petite frame and made her feel taller.

"So where is the attaché case?" Andrea inquired, bringing Nadia from her reverie.

Nadia laughed as she eyed her superior warily.

"It is in a safe place," Nadia responded coyly, "And you will be told the location once I have the money…$100,000 in small bills as we agreed."

"Yes," Andrea sighed as he leaned forward. He pressed a button and a panel on the side of the limo slid open. Andrea took a plane grocery sack out and placed it next to Nadia. "You’re welcome to count it, darling."

Nadia took the bag on her lap as she uncrossed her legs. Her firm thighs again caused the navy pantyhose to sizzle. She opened the folded top of the sack. Nadia gasped as she saw the neatly banded stacks of bills that filled two thirds of the bag.

"No, no," Nadia said with a smile, "I trust you…and I’m glad you trust me, Andrea."

Andrea reached out his hand, "So now tell me, where is the attaché case with my documents?"

"I trust you, Andrea," Nadia said with a smirk, "but I must be safely on my way out of the country before I call with that information."

Nadia gazed with satisfaction at the look on Andrea’s face. He appeared like a man who had just swallowed a bad oyster.

"Very well," Andrea finally agreed, "Shall we drop you at your apartment?"

"That will be most kind," Nadia said in a sickly sweet tone, "No hard feelings I hope." Nadia said as she reached out a hand. For a second Andrea thought about the last time Nadia had stretched that hand out. He sighed.

"None," Andrea lied as he gently shook the hand of the black mailer, "None at all."

Andrea picked up the phone. "Otto, we need to drop Nadia off."

The limo pulled from the curb. Nadia relaxed back into the seat, clutching the sack of cash gently between her arms as though it was her lover. She closed her eyes and began to think about all the things this money would buy. And she would return the records of money laundering, extortion and perhaps the odd murder. Nadia knew the documents were far more valuable than the $100,000 that she was asking but she wasn’t a greedy person. Greed was the average person’s downfall.

Nadia wasn’t sure if she had dozed off or had just been so totally lost planning her future that she had been unaware that the car had turned into the warehouse district. The limousine stopping had jostled Nadia out of her reverie. She saw a large garage door slowly rising in front of the vehicle.

"Where are we?" Nadia asked, as she was now confused by their surroundings.

"I’m going to introduce you to a…"Andrea paused as he searched for the right word," a persuasive friend of mine."

The limo pulled into the vacant warehouse. Nadia looked around frantically as she realized she was trapped. The limo again stopped next to where a man stood in a round circle of light in the otherwise dim warehouse.

"What’s going on?" Nadia asked nervously as the man opened the door on her side.

"I’m afraid this is the end of the line for you, darling," Andrea said. He snatched the bag of money from Nadia’s clutches. A strong hand grasped Nadia’s arm and she was dragged from the vehicle. Nadia looked around as the man pulled her toward the light. A metal folding chair sat in the circle of light. "ANDREA, PLEASE!" Nadia shouted at the car as it turned to leave the garage. She tried to run after the snow white limousine but the man grabbed her arm roughly and pushed her back toward the chair.

"Take off your clothes," the man commanded.

"What…." Nadia looked at him in confusion and growing panic, "What do…you mean?"

That was when the frightened woman saw the gun. "Take off your clothes, " the man restated as he waved the muzzle of the black automatic at the trembling lady. "And be quick about it, we don’t have all bloody day."

Nadia shrugged the suite jacket off her shoulders and let it drop behind her. She began to unbutton her white blouse. Despite her trembling fingers she managed to remove the dress shirt and drop it to the cement floor.

"Please…." Nadia tried to protest but the man simply told her to shut up and keep undressing.

Nadia unzipped her skirt. She worked her legs back and forth as the skirt moved down to reveal her white half slip. The slip was removed to reveal Nadia’s lovely legs. She stepped out of her low-heeled pumps and flipped her short brown hair back away from her face.

"What are you going…to…do to me?" Nadia inquired in a halting whisper.

"All in good time, missy," the man replied, "Take off the hose."

Nadia peeled the navy pantyhose off. She stood now only in her white lace bra and panty set. The navy hose dangled from her right hand.

"Ball the nylons up and put them in your mouth."

"What?" Nadia responded with surprise to this latest instruction.

The man responded by waving the gun from Nadia’s hand to her face.

Slowly Nadia rolled her silky stockings into a round ball of nylon. The man nodded as Nadia held them up to her lips. She opened wide and stuffed the gag into place between her lips. The large wad of pantyhose filled Nadia’s mouth, causing her cheeks to puff out. The toe of one leg dangled out over Nadia’s lower lip.

"Now the bra and panties," the man stated, "take them off too."

As Nadia unsnapped her bra she suddenly realized that the man was not excited at all by seeing her almost naked. This frightened her even more. She was used to having her way with men using her tight body and subtle good looks to get everything she wanted. She used her subtle sexuality to command men. Not only was he not dominated by her sex he seemed to Nadia totally disinterested. As she exposed her small but perfectly proportioned breasts, Nadia realized that the man was simply going about his business. Without a word Nadia worked her panties down. She stepped out of one leg then the other. Nadia stood naked in front of the stranger. Despite the stuffy atmosphere of the warehouse, Nadia shivered as she watched the man advance toward her. She cringed back as he roughly squeezed her arm. The man forced Nadia to sit on the folding chair. The cool surface of the metal chair added to the chill of the already cold woman.

"What are you going to do to me?" the frightened woman wondered as the man pulled her arms behind her back. He had produced a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. Nadia felt the metal bracelets clamp around her wrists. She let out a muffled groan of pain as the man closed the cuffs tightly around her wrists.

Nadia pulled at the cuffs as the man walked in front of her. He had passed the cuffs through an opening in the back of the chair so Nadia could no longer stand. The man slapped Nadia hard. Her head snapped to the left from the force of the blow. The pantyhose gag absorbed her cry of pain. Saliva dripped from the toe of the hose down her chin as she lifted her face back toward her attacker. Nadia tried to lean back as she saw another blow coming but was helpless to prevent the man from slapping her again.

The man grabbed a handful of Nadia’s hair. He pulled her head backwards as his faced moved in close. Nadia blinked back tears as he looked at her.

"First, I’m going to torture you," the man said in a quiet but frightening tone, "then I’m going to take the gag out and you’re going to tell me where the bloody case is." Nadia looked at him with wide-eyed horror. The man laughed. "Then…if you’re lucky, I’ll kill you quick."

Nadia shook her head side to side. "NO, NO, PLEASE," Nadia screamed into the hosiery gag, "I’ll tell you anything." Nadia tried to tell her captor that she would gladly give him the documents. She shook her head wildly as the man leaned in toward her face.

"Mmmmmphfff," Nadia mumbled into the pantyhose stuffing her mouth.

The man ignored Nadia’s muffled protests as he walked over to a table just outside the light. As the man came back into the light Nadia saw that he was carrying a car battery and some jumper cables. Nadia screamed again as she watched the man hook the cables to the battery. In a terrible panic now, Nadia watched the sparks fly as the man tested the jumper cables. She was suddenly aware of something warm underneath her. She looked down to see a puddle on the metal chair. Nadia hadn’t even felt her bladder release as fear gripped her. She now sat in a puddle of her own pee as the man advanced with the electrical cables.

Nadia’s short brown hair flew wildly as the man stepped forward and placed the black coated jaw on the leg of the chair.

"Where do you want it first, darling?" the man asked as he held the ugly jaws of the red cable in front of Nadia’s face. He then suddenly placed it metal clamp down between Nadia’s legs. Nadia shook violently as the voltage ran from the pool of urine into her body. She would have bitten her tongue in half except for the pantyhose padding her mouth.

Nadia’s body writhed in pain a few seconds after the positive clamp had been removed from the puddle of pee. Her head finally went forward and came back up. She was sweating and her carefully styled hair clung to her face. She peered up at her assailant through this jungle of stringy hair. Nadia again tried to plead with the man as she watched him move the open clamp toward her left breast. The poor woman’s lips parted wide as she screamed.

The jaws of the clamp bit down hard on Nadia’s breast. The shock of electricity from the car battery mixed with the pain of the metal tearing into Nadia’s soft flesh. She bucked wildly. She was barely aware of the clanging of the handcuffs against the metal of the chair. To add to her agony the man simply ripped the clamp from her breast when he was satisfied she had endured enough torture. The jaws left two jagged cuts along Nadia’s heaving breast. Nadia’s head lolled back as her eyes rolled upward. In the mist of the searing pain she slipped into unconsciousness.

The shock of cold water that splashed against her face had brought Nadia back to a cruel reality. At first she was confused but then she saw the man standing in front of her with the plastic bucket. She was soaked from the water that he had thrown on her. The nightmare had come flooding back as Nadia slowly regained her senses. She was relieved that the car battery was no longer sitting on the floor next to her.

Then the man stepped forward. He grasped her chin with his left hand and bent close. Nadia could smell something on his breath. She cringed away from the frightening visage.

"You back with me, princess?" the man asked with a sneer. He held up a filleting knife used to clean fish. "I brought us another plaything, love."

"hmmmmmffpppp," Nadia mumbled into the gag as the man slowly ran the blade down along her throat. He poked at a spot where he could see the blackmailer’s artery pulsing.

"Are we scared, darling?" He could see Nadia’s heart was pumping furiously from fear fueled by an adrenaline rush.

The man pushed a little harder and poked a tiny slit in Nadia’s neck. Nadia thought he was going to slit her throat but then he pulled the knife back and continued downward toward Nadia’s bosom. Nadia howled when he began to slice the skin along the inside of her right breast. Blood trickled down Nadia’s stomach as she again twisted and turned in a futile attempt to break free.

The man followed the trail of blood to Nadia’s navel. He poked the tip of the blade into Nadia’s belly and began a slow circular slicing motion around her belly button. Nadia’s lovely body stiffened as she endured this impromptu surgery. Nadia thought she was going to vomit when the man held up her eviscerated navel.

"Going to be sick?" the man questioned as he looked closely at Nadia’s pallor. He pulled the navy hose out of Nadia’s mouth just as the contents of her earlier lunch came back up. A runny beige mass covered Nadia’s thighs. She threw up again then had the dry heaves for a few minutes. Finally she sat gasping and crying.

"Where’s the brief case, love?" the man asked quietly.

Nadia finally caught her breath. As the man stepped forward he grasped her hair and yanked her face upward. "Don’t make me ask again, precious."

"Freezer," Nadia had barely got the word out, "attache…in…the…freezer…my…townhouse"

The man laughed at the joke of cold cash. He pulled a cell phone from his pocket, dialed a number and waited.

"Otto?..yeah, it’s me…yeah…the brief case is in the freezer at her apartment…look for a chest freezer …yeah, call me when you got it."

Before she knew what was happening he stuffed her pantyhose back into her mouth. He then opened the cuff on Nadia’s right wrist. He pulled her up from the soiled chair. A combination of vomit, sweat and urine dripped down Nadia’s legs as the man marched her over to some packing crates. There was a pile of rags on one of the boxes. After cuffing her hands behind her back the man used the rags to clean Nadia’s lower body and legs.

Nadia didn’t have to wonder long about what would happen next. The man forced her roughly down on her injured chest on one of the rough wooden crates. Nadia closed her eyes tight as she heard the man unzip his pants. He held onto her cuffed wrists as he pressed his erection against Nadia’s smooth ass.

"It excites him to torture me," Nadia thought as the man pushed his erection between her ass cheeks. Nadia could feel the bulbous head of the man’s penis press against her virgin asshole. The forlorn woman had begun to weep silently as the man pushed harder and forced his cock inside her. Nadia screamed into the pantyhose gag as she felt something tear.

Then he was fucking her ass with quick hard thrusts. Nadia could feel the man’s hard cock moving inside her ass and she prayed for the horror to end. Almost in answer to her prayer the man’s cell phone rang. He paused with his cock still deep in Nadia’s butt to answer the call.

"Yes?" the man grunted into the phone. "Great!"

He closed the receiver and tossed it on the crate next to where he was raping Nadia. He grasped her hips and began to fuck her again. He would pull back hard on her hips as he forced his cock deeper and deeper into her ass.

Finally the man stiffened and Nadia felt the warm ooze of his sperm as his cock twitched inside her. When he had finished the rapist pulled his cock out with a loud gurgle. He leaned on Nadia’s back as he panted for a second from the exertion of the violation. Then he pulled Nadia to a standing position. He turned her to face him and patted her cheek.

"Andrea tells me you do good work on your knees," the man laughed as he forced Nadia to kneel. "Give us a quick clean, love."

Nadia looked at the man’s cock and thought about refusing. Then she had looked at his face. Slowly her lips engulfed the cock that had just violated her asshole. She could taste herself as her lips slid over the flaccid penis.

"That’s right, princess, give it a good cleaning," the man laughed, "that’s the ticket."

Nadia thought she would be sick again as she serviced her assailant. "I’m just a cheap whore," the poor woman thought as her lips cleaned the man’s cock. Then he had pulled free, tucked his dick back inside his trousers and zipped his pants closed.

"I’m afraid our works done her, love," the man said as he tugged Nadia back to the metal folding chair. For a second time she found herself sitting on the chair cuffed and helpless. The man had walked over to a nearby footlocker and was rummaging for something. When he had come back into the light Nadia had seen that he carried a length of white nylon rope in his hands. The rope glittered in the light as the man stepped behind Nadia. He let the loop of rope fall down on Nadia’s damaged breasts. Nadia looked around for help. Of course they had been quite alone in the warehouse. When she looked down her eyes widened as she watched the man draw the rope slowly up her chest. She had felt the smooth nylon against her throat. Nadia screamed as loud as she could as he tightened the loop.

Suddenly he pushed his chest against the back of her head and crossed his hands behind her neck. The scream that was already muffled by the pantyhose gagging Nadia’s lovely lips was now choked off as the rope crushed her airway. Nadia’s upper body was firmly pinned as the man began to strangle her. However, her lower body was free to thrash about wildly as her breath was cut off.

The pressure in Nadia’s head grew as the man tightened the nylon cord. Her mouth was forced further open and Nadia actually spit out the pantyhose as her tongue bulged inside her mouth.

"You’ve got the money and the papers, please don’t kill me," Nadia tried to plead with her strangler but the words had come out as a series of strangled grunts and groans.

The killer’s teeth were clinched tight as he slowly strangled his helpless captive. Nadia had thought the pain of the battery shocking her had been bad but now her chest burned unbearably as she was slowly asphyxiated. The rope was buried deep against the front of her neck. It crushed her voice box and snapped the hyoid bone in her throat.

The woman continued to make strangled gasps and gurgles as her legs kicked less frantically in front of her. Her heels had turned purple with bruises as they kicked against the metal legs of the chair. Nadia was of course oblivious to the pain in her feet as the rope continued to relentlessly choke her to death.

The warehouse echoed with a mixture of the poor woman’s strangled cries for help, the handcuffs that clanged metal on metal and the grunts of her killer. Then Nadia had begun to quiet down. Her body slumped back in the chair as her legs quite kicking. Her knees had fallen open to expose her matted bush. The man had felt Nadia relax against him but he continued to hold the cord tight against the expiring woman’s fragile throat.

Nadia’s face was a fright mask of bulging eyes and gaping lips. A trickle of blood ran down from one corner of her mouth and her bulging tongue had pushed around the pantyhose and dangled out almost to the bottom of her chin. Her once smooth skin was a splotched pallet of streaks of mascara mixed with areas of bright red and dull violet. Nadia had always thought that strangulation was a quick process. The victim passed out immediately and death followed shortly. But there was nothing quick about Nadia’s demise. Even through the growing cloud of asphyxiation Nadia was conscious of the pain building in her body. She saw her legs quit kicking even though her mind was willing them to run from the strangler. She felt her bowel release. The feces mixed with her urine to form a brown mess under her lovely ass.

When the stench wafted upward Nadia smelled her own death as the man held the cord tight around her crushed throat. Her body convulsed twice then slowly sank back down onto the soiled metal folding chair. The man held the cord for five more minutes. He was a patient and thorough killer. He finally released the ligature and let the ends feed over his strangler’s hands.

Nadia’s ravaged body sat in the spotlight of the overhead lamp. Her face was purple now. The once bright brown eyes no longer sparkled. Her tongue was a slimy mass as it dangled from her gaping, blue lips. There was a hint of lipstick smeared teeth showing above the bloated tongue. The cord had dropped down from Nadia’s strangled throat. A rough red furrow circled her neck almost as though she was wearing a necklace. Her blood crusted breasts sagged. The fingers of her still restrained hands had curled into talons. Nadia was a fighter and she surely would have scratched and clawed her strangler. The ball of navy hose had been spit out onto the seat of the chair between Nadia’s wide spread legs. The corpse sat in the stinking mess of shit, sperm from her killer and it’s own pee.

Andrea had taken the man’s call, as he was about to consult with his executive assistant, Miss Benson. He was particularly delighted when the man had described the violation of Nadia’s firm ass. After the call ended Andrea turned to Miss Benson as a sad expression crossed his handsome features.

"I’m afraid something terrible has happened to our Nadia."

Miss Benson moved closer to her boss. She gently touched his chest as her eyes gazed up toward him. "Can I do anything for you, sir?"

"Why, yes, Miss Benson," Andrea said as his countenance brightened, "I believe there is!"