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Chapter 2
Kelly drove to the jail to bail Ryan out, in complete shock, unsure of what he had really done, and why this was happening to them. As she arrived at the jail, she began to question in her mind, if Ryan had somehow had something to do with her being raped in the church, as well as the pictures that were taken of her rape. He had hounded her for the entire first year of their marriage to allow him to photograph her in the nude. She had always refused his requests, until finally he stopped asking her.
As she was paying his bail, to get him out of jail, she asked the officer when he had been arrested. He told her that Ryan had been arrested at 7:18 PM last night, as well as having given the location of the arrest. Hearing where he was stopped, she realized that it was over 25 minutes away from their house, and he had been arrested only ten minutes after she remembered last looking at the time. She therefore ruled Ryan out as a suspect, but she was now at a loss for whom to blame. She then felt sure that it must have been someone from the church, where the picture had been taken.
After six hours, she finally got him out of jail. His court date was thirty days from now. I started to hang out more with Ryan and Chuck, Kelly's brother, getting as friendly with him as I could with him. I tried to stay away from seeing Kelly in person, and limited my contact with her, to that of online chating.
I had watched her online chat log with her mother for that month leading up to Ryan's court date. Kelly was worried that he was going to be put in jail for at least six months, as he had been warned the last time, by the judge, what would happen if he was caught drinking and driving again.
The judge though tempered and even, sentenced Ryan to a year in jail. He also ordered him into a rehab program, and suspended his driver's license for the next two years. Kelly said goodbye to him in the court room.
I hid in the back of the court room and watched the entire situation unfold. Thank god the DWI dockets are so full, that neither Kelly nor Ryan even noticed me sitting in the back.
She returned home that day, and immediately got on the computer to chat. I made sure that she thought that she was talking to her mother. We chatted for hours, she told me all of her concerns and worries. I just listened mostly, not giving her much advice.
The chat began to draw to a close, between Kelly and I, with me playing the part of her mother. Then, using the name of "urworstfears", I sent a message to her, under her chat name of "kellryan", which I had set up for them.
Urworstfears: I know your secret.
Kelly didn't respond.
Urworstfears: I know what you did that night that your husband was arrested.
Still she refused to answer my chat.
Urworstfears: I will show the whole world, starting with your church what you did. Is that what you want?
Still she didn't reply. I was troubled that I wouldn't find the right thing to say, in order to get her to respond. Then a light bulb went off in my head, and I began to type again.
Urworstfears: Maybe your mom, or especially your dad, would like to see a video of their little girl's performance that night. What the hell, how about your brothers too!
Finally, I had found the right buttons to push and she replied.
Kellryan: I don't know who you are, or what you're talking about.
Urworstfears: I think that deep down you do. You remember how you defiled the lord's holy church that night.
Kellryan: Who are you?
Urworstfears: I'm your worst nightmare. I'm someone who knows you for the hot little slut that you really are.
Kellryan: I am not a slut! Whatever happened that night was a mistake, and I honestly don't even remember what happened that night.
Urworstfears: You showed me what a true slut you really are. You took me to your church, and climbed up on the table in the chapel and undressed. Then you masturbated yourself, until you were slick with your sex juices, and hornier than a hoot owl, and then finally, you begged me to let you suck my cock. Then to top that off, you begged me to fuck you too!
Kellryan: I would never do any of that. You're lying. Goodbye
Urworstfears: If you don't hear me out, the first ones who will see that I'm telling the truth will be your brothers, and then you folks. Is that what you want?
Kellryan: No! Please don't do that! What do you want from me?
Urworstfears: I want you.
Kellryan: But I'm a married woman. You can't have me.
Urworstfears: Oh, but your husband says that I can. He sold you to me.
Kellryan: I don't know what you're talking about. Ryan would never do that. Who are you?
Urworstfears: I am your new master.
Kellryan: I don't believe you! I'll ask Ryan, as soon as I can about this.
Urworstfears: Why bother, just go to www.kellytheslut.com, and you can see what he thinks right now. I'll wait.
I waited the several minutes it took for her to get back to me. Knowing what she would see on her internet browser, when she typed the URL in, that I had directed her to. I had actually placed the web site right on her machine, so that the video would play without hesitation. When she first typed in the URL, she saw a scanned version of a contract, signed by her husband, and then, there was a link to the video of him discussing the deal with me.
I had edited it, to allow her to only see Ryan telling someone, off camera, why he needed the money, and how much money he needed, along with what he would give the unknown person for the money. "You can fuck the shit out of Kelly." I had taken a little artistic license in the editing process, but it served my purposes, which was to show Kelly, that her own husband had sold her out.
Kellryan: Whatever arrangement you have with Ryan, is between you and Ryan. I won't have anything to do with it.
Urworstfears: Fine! Then check out your church's Website.
I waited, knowing that she would see the photos of herself masturbating in the church, along with the video of her begging to suck the masked man's cock, and to have him fuck her, while she laid right there on the table in the main chapel.
Kellryan: What do you want to take those pictures off of the church's page?
Urworstfears: I want you to walk to your backdoor and pick up the box sitting out there and bring it inside. I then want you to put on the clothes that are inside of it, no more, no less, and then go to the address that is written down on the paper inside of the box. You are not tell anyone else about this, especially where you are going, or else the rest of the world will see all of your photos and video's, just like Ryan wants.
Kellryan: If I do that, then do I get the videos and photos back?
Urworstfears: Yes.
Kellryan: Who are you?
Urworstfears: If I don't see you in the outfit, at that address in one hour. Everyone you know will see those videos and photos.
Kellryan: Alright, I'll be there, have the videos and photos.
I went to the house that I had purchased for this little endeavor, and began to prepare for her arrival. Kelly went to her back door, opened it, and took the box inside. As she went to open it, her hands were trembling, she didn't know what to expect. Inside of the box, on top, was a thin, clingy black skirt, and underneath it, an almost sheer white blouse, that buttoned down the front. Having removed those two garments from the box, she saw that there was a tiny pair of black panties, a white half cup bra, a pair of black silk stockings, and black, high heeled mules.
She blushed, as she had never worn anything so wicked in her life. Even with a bra underneath, you could see right through the material of the blouse. The panties were so tiny, that she had to really look at them, to even realize that they were panties, g-string style. The stockings she guessed would hold themselves up by a built in garter, and being still in the package, she hadn't yet seen the design of a snake winding it's way around her legs and ending with the head high up on the insides of her thighs, with it's mouth open and it's tongue sticking out, as if ready to bite her pussy. The shoes had heels higher than she had ever worn, being four inches in height, and they were as thin as a pencil. The top of the shoe only had a tiny strap covering her arch, and were otherwise open, exposing her feet. But the most embarrassing thing was the bra, since the blouse was see-through. It was designed, she determined by looking it over carefully, to raise her breasts high onto her chest, and would leave everything exposed, from her areolas up.
As she pulled these items out of the box, she found the note, containing both the address that she was to go to, as well as additional instructions. There was also a tube of lipstick and a matching jar of nail polish.
The instructions read, "Get out of your clothes, shower, and put only these clothes on. Also, paint both your toe nails and your finger nails with the nail polish enclosed, and also apply the lipstick enclosed heavily. I will also expect you to use your own eye liner and eye shadow, again heavily. Then come over to 123 Kentucky Street.
Kelly looked at her watch, and in a panic, realized that ten minutes had already gone by. She quickly showered, then beginning with her toes, started to apply the nail polish, as it had to dry, before she could get dressed, at least her toe nails. After getting dressed, she felt more naked dressed as she was, than if she had been truly naked. The panties covered the front of her pussy slit, just barely, but then became a string as it bisected her pussy lips and ass cheeks, making it look, especially from behind, as if she wasn't wearing anything at all. The bra wasn't much better, it was a front catch style, and the shoulder straps weren't even adjustable. This caused her breasts to ride very high on her chest, which in turn made them stick out much further in front of her than her normal bras did, which made it look like she was even bigger chested than she was. In addition, her nipples were being obscenely displayed over the top of the half-cup brassiere.
Her skirt was so short, that it barely covered the tops of her stockings and she was constantly tugging it down. As she looked in horror at her reflection in the mirror, her nipples were plainly visible, right through her blouse. She had blanched, as she finally had rolled the stockings all the way up her shapely legs, to see the image of the snake, it's mouth open and tongue sticking out, just below the hem of her short skirt. After applying a quick coat of nail polish to her fingers, she picked up her shoes, not wanting to put them on until she got to where she was going.
But on the way out, she caught her reflection in the mirror, and decided that she just couldn't go out in public, dressed this way. She hurried back into the bathroom, whipped out her hair drier, to blow dry her wet nails, so that she could put a coat on over her "outfit". Once her nails were dry, she quickly threw on a long jacket, grabbed her shoes and left.
The hour had passed quickly, when I finally heard the door bell ring. I turned on the intercom, and using a recorded voice, I ordered her to come in. Watching from the upstairs bedroom, I saw her enter the house wearing a long jacket. I spoke into the intercom, ordering her to take off the jacket.
"Did I say that you could wear a jacket? Take it off!" I commanded.
As she removed the jacket, I could see that she had put on the outfit that I had sent her. She stood there wearing the thin black skirt, that clung tightly around her perfect hips. I could see clearly her breasts straining against the sheer blouse, and could easily see her nipples through it, and they were already hard, tenting her blouse.
As she walked further into the house, unsteadily on her four inch mules, she looked around, unsure of where her mystery man was. I spoke into the intercom again, telling her to have a seat in the living room. She stopped, demanding that I show her the video and the photos. I informed her that the photos were in the living room, and told her that she would be given the video, when she had satisfied my requirements.
Reluctantly, she entered the living room. She saw nothing out of the ordinary, and luckily, she still hadn't seen the cameras that I had mounted throughout the house. I spoke into the intercom again, asking her to pour herself a glass of wine. She tried to tell me that she didn't drink, but I told her that she did tonight, just one glass.
Kelly picked up the bottle of wine, and after inspecting it, decided that it was okay. The plastic was still wrapped around the cork. You would have needed a magnifying glass, to see where I had pushed the needle through the cork, and shot the drugs into it. She popped the cork and poured the glass. As she sat waiting for my next directions, I hung up the phone, and started down the steps.
As I walked into the living room, wearing my hood with the voice disguiser built into it, I said, "Drink the wine my pet."
Kelly, startled by my presence, turned to look at the masked stranger behind her, obviously trying to figure out who I was. I heard the tow truck pull up out front. I walked closer to her, wanting to make sure that she didn't hear the noise of the truck hooking up to her car and taking it away. I asked. "Are you on birth control?" She looked at me, startled by the bluntness of my question. "Well my pet, do you take the pill or not?"
"Yes, I take the pill, but I hope you don't think I'm..."
I cut her off saying "Drink the wine, now."
Hearing the tone in my voice, and knowing that it just might help her get through this evening, she began to sip the wine. I began to walk around the couch, looking her over and admiring her body. She had kept herself in great shape, but as I walked around her I made a mental note of the changes I would need to make.
As she finished her glass of wine, I heard the tow truck pull away, no doubt carrying her car away. Once she had finished the glass, I asked her to follow me. I guided her into the next room. I had the room half darkened, so that I knew that she couldn't see what awaited her there.
I instructed her to sit down in the arm chair, in the corner of the room. She somewhat tripped over it, as the drugs were beginning to cloud her mind. I went into the darkest corner of the room, and returned carrying a bag. I pulled a ball gag from the bag, and while holding her mouth open, I stuffed it into her mouth.
She tried to stop me, but was too drained and light headed, to put up much of a fight. The last thing she managed to say, just before I had the gag in place, was "What have you done to me?", as she realized that she had been drugged again.
Now having her gagged, I reached under her short skirt, and ripped the tiny panties off of her. She tried to struggle, but I had chosen them in part, due to their flimsiness, and they easily came off of her. Once I had her panties off, I pulled her legs out to her sides, and threw them over the arms of the chair that she was sitting in. The action caused her to slide further down in the chair, pushing her skirt even further up her body, exposing her womanhood and the thin layer of hair covering it.
I then took out the shaving cream and straight razor from the bag. Kelly began to struggle again, trying to free herself, as she knew what I was about to do to her. Her struggles irritated me, so I slapped her with the back of my hand, hard across her face. The shock caused her to stop her struggling. I applied the shaving cream to her pussy, and shaved away all of her crotch hair, even around her anus, leaving her twin fuck holes completely visible for all to see.
After wiping the remaining shaving cream and loose hair from her body, I began to explore her sex with my tongue. She began to kick and buck, as I licked her pussy. I grabbed her breasts, and began to squeeze them, while pinching her pink erect nipples. I knew I had to have her now.
I stood and walked over to the darker side of the room again, this time returning with one of my digital camcorders, and set it up on a tripod. Seeing the camera, she began to try to escape from the chair again, forcing me to slap her across the face once more. Again she was subdued by the slap, and relaxed back into the chair, as I dropped my pants in front of her.
Although she had seen my cock before, she was so drugged out that time, that it really hadn't registered in her head, even after seeing pictures of herself sucking on it and having it pounded into her cunt. Now she was truly seeing it, up close and personal, for the first time, for all practical purposes. While I'm no stud, nor am I even close to being porn star material down there, I am somewhat longer, and quite a bit thicker than most men, certainly longer and thicker than Ryan.
As I thrust my cock into her cunt, for the first time this evening, I looked over at the camera, making sure that it was recording her violation. I also made sure that she knew that the camera was recording her having sex with me, as her eyes followed mine, over to the camera. Holding her legs even further apart, I drove into my old crush, thrusting in and out of her her as mercilessly as I could. I used her, as I had wanted to all those many years ago.
While I was fucking her, I finally freed her tits, from the sheer top that I had sent her to wear, opening the buttons and unclipping the hook between her boobs. I felt a power and control that I had never felt before, as I thrust into her, while kneading her naked tits in my hands. She struggled under me, but her struggles were weak, from the wine and the drugs, as I continued pounding my cock into her cunt, until she just lay there under me, accepting her fate.
After twenty minutes of fucking her religiously, pun intended, I finally released my seed inside of her. I left my penis inside of her, until it finally began to soften and fell out. I then began to dress, as I was expecting company. She just sat there, lewdly displayed in the chair, looking up at me. I walked over to the camera and panned it up and down, over her body several times. She didn't move, as she was afraid of getting slapped again.
I reached back into the bag and pulled out a hair net. I placed the hair net on her head, and began to stuff her hair into it. I then pulled out a blonde wig, and using bobby pins, I attached it to her. Not concerned about how it really looked, I merely pinned the wig to her own hair. I then pulled out a black leather hood. The hood had two eye openings, so that she would be able to see everything that was going on. Her gagged mouth was covered, and there was a hole in the back of the hood, for her hair to be pulled out of.
As I laced the hood, I pulled some of the hair from the wig, out the back of the hood. Kelly didn't struggle or fight with me, even as I placed the small padlock in place, locking the hood onto her face.
I heard the car pull up and looked over at Kelly. I could see that she hadn't heard the the car drive up. I got up and walked out of the room. I headed for the front door, leaving her laying sprawled open in the chair, her legs and pussy spread wide open, with my seed dripping down her thighs. I removed my hood, as I walked to the front door, and placed it, and the voice disguiser, in a drawer near the door.
I opened the door just as Chuck and John walked up to it, and said hello to the guys. I told them how sorry I was to hear about Ryan's sentence, and how I had hired some entertainment for the night. As we walked back to the room, I told Kelly's brothers all about the prostitute that I had hired for the evening.
I explained to them that she was young, and new to the business, and was too shy to say anything. I also told them how she liked it rough, and had agreed to let me tape it, for an extra $200.00, on the agreement that we didn't take her mask off. The twins were now chomping at the bit, to get to the little slut, and began joking about how they were going to use this "bitch".
I looked Kelly straight into her eyes, as I walked in with her two brothers, as she lay there gagged and half undressed in front of them. John made a comment about how he loved blondes, as he began to undress. Chuck walked over to the now crying girl, and began to pinch her tits roughly, telling her of his plans for her.
I stood back, zooming the camera in, as her two brothers began to prepare to fuck their older sister, unknowingly. I looked deep into Kelly's eyes, as she sat there, half laying on her back, and crying, while trying to say something through her gag. Her deep and penetrating eyes pleaded with me to stop this, before it was too late. I looked over at my new pet and smiled broadly.