Lucy's Revenge Ch. 04
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I should have called in sick the next day but thought by concentrating on work I could take my mind off the previous two days' events. My jaw was sore from keeping my mouth open most of yesterday afternoon giving blowjobs and my ass hurt so much from being fucked at the truck stop I could hardly sit. But that's what I had to do to pee since Lucy left my cock securely locked up in the chastity device.
Despite all this I was horny as hell as was willing to do just about anything to cum. I needed relief desperately. But thanks to Lucy, I knew I wasn't cumming anytime soon and definitely not until Lucy had a couple of more "play days" with me.
One play day would be me dressing en femme and providing the entertainment at a bachelor party. Lucy told me my entertainment would be X rated. But since I know some of the men that will be at the party I don't know how I'll ever be able to do it. Well in reality I do know how, Lucy was blackmailing me and I'll do anything to get her to give me the videos without distributing them.
The second play day will be worse – dreaming up ways to sexually humiliate myself in front of a large group or groups of people. Then perform those activities of my own free will to have the chastity device removed. Free will my ass! What free will is there when you're being blackmailed?
I was just beginning to get my mind off my dreaded future when the first anonymous e-mail popped up on my work computer. I say anonymous because the "From" wasn't any person's name I knew and it came from a Yahoo account. We all know how easy it is to set up one of those accounts and I'd never know who really sent me the e-mail.
I opened the e-mail and read "Cynthia, thanks for the blow job yesterday! Let's meet at the beach this Saturday. Same time, same place."
Oh shit!!! I panicked and immediately deleted the e-mail. This meant someone from yesterday knew who I was. And how did they get my work e-mail? This also meant they knew where I worked.
I prayed it was just Lucy having more fun at my expense but I knew for sure there was no way I was ever going back to that beach – ever.
About a half hour later – just when my heart rate started to subside along came another e-mail from someone different. I was hesitant but curiosity got the best of me and I opened it.
"Can't wait to fuck your tight ass again – Master"
It would be a cold day in hell before I ever let Master fuck my ass again with his massive cock. What was I thinking "cold day in hell"? I'd never let any man near my ass again. I'm straight, not gay!
I deleted this e-mail also.
The next e-mail came from one of the drivers from the truck stop yesterday. I knew which trucker it was because he quoted in his e-mail what he had whispered in my ear as he gave my ass a royal fucking.
I knew Lucy wasn't in the men's bathroom when this guy fucked me and couldn't know that he told me I was faggot with a tight pussy and he was the stud that was going to stretch my ass wide open wide open and then fuck me so deep I'd swear I had another cock in my throat.
I now knew the e-mails weren't all coming from Lucy. But how in hell did they get my work e-mail?
Throughout the day I kept receiving e-mails. With each new e-mail the knot in my stomach got bigger. I was getting more embarrassed by the minute and could no longer concentrate on work.
Mercifully the workday ended and I didn't have to open any more e-mails that made me relive the past two days.
As soon as I got home I poured myself a shot of tequila and drank it then did another shot and another. It was the fastest way I knew get a buzz going and hopefully calm me down.
The tequila hit me hard and I started to relax and that's when my brain started functioning again.
Oh Shit! I was fucked beyond belief.
The e-mails I received all day were sent to my work e-mail not my personal one. It didn't make any difference if I deleted the e-mails or not. The e-mails would still be stored on my company's e-mail servers till the techies deleted them. Who knew how long that would take or who would look at the e-mails in the interim.
All employees had been put on notice that some employees had been using company computers for accessing inappropriate websites (i.e. porn) and others were sending jokes or other non-business items via the company's e-mail.
We were told if we were caught visiting inappropriate websites or using e-mail for non- business there would be disciplinary action up to and including termination.
That meant "big brother" could be monitoring my e-mails. Thank God no e-mail mentioned my real name. They all referred to me as Slut or Cynthia. Perhaps I could explain today's e-mails as spam if I was caught.
The next day at work I tentatively opened my work e-mail fearing how many new anonymous e-mails I received overnight. Thankfully there were none and I breathed a sigh of relief.
It was short-lived. At 8:30 that morning an anonymous e-mail showed up with an attachment. What do I do? I did what everyone else would do and opened the attachment. Big mistake!
It was a picture of me kneeling on the beach in a skimpy thong bikini giving a blowjob to a rather large black man. By large I mean he was built – tall, muscular and extremely well hung. His head was cut off in the picture so I couldn't identify him – as if I would ever want to!
You couldn't see my hands were cuffed behind my back in the picture and with his cock halfway down my throat it looked like I was doing this of my own free will. But I wasn't!!! I was only sucking his cock because I was being blackmailed!
What was I to do? How do you argue with a picture? You can't. Anyone who saw this picture would draw their own conclusion and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. Except, delete the e-mail which I did.
But what about the copy on the company's server?
More pictures showed up throughout the day. There were ones from the State Park when dressed as a slut and gave blowjobs for a dollar to be able to buy my car keys back so I could go home. There were pictures from the beach when I was being led by a leash in a thong bikini - Lucy was never in the pictures.
There were multiple pictures of me giving blowjobs on the beach as well as my humiliating walk back to Lucy's car with my wig and bikini top removed. My fake 40DD glued on breast forms sticking out for everyone to see. There were even pictures of me getting my ass fucked in the men's bathroom at the truck stop.
The only consistent thing was every guilty party's face wasn't showing and mine was. And by guilty I mean every man that took advantage of me. Here I was, a man blackmailed into dressing like a slut then either giving blowjobs or taking hard cocks up my ass.
Of course it wasn't my choice into which the hole the men came – but they all did cum. So far it had been Lucy and Rick's choice. They made sure a lot of men came into my ass and down my throat pretty much 50/50. Weren't they thoughtful?
I deleted every e-mail with every picture as soon as I opened them up. By the end of the day I was basket case. Can you even imagine how humiliating it is when you're straight to give a blowjob? How about taking a cock up the ass while other men are watching and cheering the man on who's fucking you while waiting their turn to bury their cock up your ass?
These pictures made me relive the nightmare from the past two days. I was beet red with embarrassment and humiliated beyond belief.
At 5:00 that night I shut down my work computer knowing I deleted every inappropriate e-mail and wouldn't be faced with my forced slutty behavior for the entire weekend. Thank God I had two days to rest my weary asshole and mouth. And nothing was going to make me get out of my house to perform more sex acts on men - period.
I went to sleep that night after drinking two bottles of wine by myself - no dinner. I'd lost my appetite that morning with the first e-mail and didn't know if or when I'd get it back.
The next morning I awoke to the ringing phone and it was Lucy.
"Good morning slut." She said in a cheerful voice "Did you have fun at work these last two days?" She couldn't contain it anymore and burst out laughing.
I didn't respond with a big "Fuck You" like I wanted for fear of another punishment. I just said "No Mistress".
"I'm surprised with that answer. Didn't you receive a lot of fan mail?"
"I received a lot of inappropriate e-mails that might get me fired! How the fuck did those men get my work e-mail address?" I demanded.
"I know it's early and you're probably a little stressed so I'll forgive your attitude this one time. But don't ever let it happen again or we're going back to the truck stop. Can you even guess how many times your ass will be fucked in 24 hours when I abandon you bent over and handcuffed."
"This time I'm going to make you wear a garterbelt, stockings, 4 inch "fuck me" heels and an open tip bra so I can put weighted nipple clamps on you before I leave. Perhaps I'll leave a riding crop so the truckers can get your ass nice and red before they fuck it.
"You'd like that slut wouldn't you?"
How was I to answer that? Of course I didn't want any part of it, but Lucy told me yesterday that if she ever asked if I wanted to do something I had better answer "Yes Mistress".
But I couldn't just say "Yes Mistress" or Lucy might haul my sorry ass down to the truck stop today.
I compromised and said "Yes Mistress, but only if I show attitude again and need to be punished."
"Well then we're in complete agreement. If you ever give me attitude again we're going to the truck stop. And I will leave a riding crop for the truckers to whip your ass. I bet they can swing it real hard. What do you think?"
I thought so too and promised myself I'd never talk back or show attitude again. From now on it was going to be "Yes Mistress" with a smile.
"To answer your question, everyone you have given a blowjob to or has fucked your ass has been given a piece of paper with personal information about you.
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