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THE SNIFFER

(M/F: blackmail; illustrated)

My co-blackmailers call me the sniffer. They say it with a lot of respect because I do them a lot of good turns, just as they do me some. What I am basically is a hacker, though not an especially skillful one. What makes me important is because I work in a big company with a big intranet to connect everybody's computers up. What nobody there has ever suspected is that I've got some specially written packet sniffing software installed in my PC and a second ethernet card on the network set up in promiscuous mode.

Promiscuous mode! Ha, I like that -- being promiscuous is what it's all about. That and being very, very careful. The allies would have rather lost a battle in the war than let the Germans know that their Enigma codes had been broken. I work on the same principle.

The trick is the background software which looks at all the data packages and only pulls out the IP sources and destination addresses that I supply. And all that I'm interested in are certain e-mail addresses.

Like I said, I work in a big building for a big company, and there are over three hundred people using e-mail every day. Not only on the intranet, but also out into the internet as well. I've long since acquired all sorts of details about a certain type of e-mail user.

What sort? The female sort, particularly the ones who been married for a good while and who outwardly look to be the most respectable women around. I download as many of their e-mail messages as I can find each day. Then, before I go home, I run them all through a little search program I've written. All it does it seek out a few key words: 'meeting'; 'what time'; 'usual place'; 'after work'; 'bar'; 'husband'; 'wife'; 'excuse'; 'love you'. Those are just a few of my favourite text recaptures. I also have quite a few crude words in the program as well.

Yes, you've surely guessed it. I'm always on the lookout for those naughty ladies having a bit of fun on the side with gentleman they are not supposed to be having an intimate relationship with.

Now you might think that in this technological age anybody with enough brains to be allowed to sit behind a computer in an office would know that e-mail and mobile phones are both about as private ways of communicating as sending up smoke signals. Well, you might think that, but in most cases you'd be totally wrong. Men and women alike seem blissfully unaware of how total insecure telecommunications are at all levels. Still, I'm not complaining, where would snoops like me be if the world wasn't chock full of fools?

For a while, back when I was a kid, I thought a lot about becoming a priest. The attraction was the idea of being able to go into a confession box and listen to everybody telling me all their darkest and dirtiest secrets. I had to give up on that idea eventually but being an e-mail eavesdropper is probably even more fun because those gals just let it all hang out. 'When a woman thinks, she must post'. That's what Shakespeare wrote, or at least it's what he'd write now if he could see what I turn up.

Generally I have at least a dozen on-going targets provoking my interest. But I'm never in any great rush. I want to know something about each of them, apart from what I routinely hack out of their personal records files. Basically, I want to know why a woman is having an extra-marital affair. Is it because she's totally sick of her married life or is it because it she's just become so mind numbingly bored that she has to have a little fling now and then to keep her self respect?

It's not that I've got any interest at all in being a marriage guidance counsellor. What I want are the targets which are vulnerable to pressure. The women who still value their marriage, just as long as they can escape from it now and then.

I usually get an understanding pretty soon of where a girl is coming from. The more concerned she is to keep everything secret, the more she obviously thinks she has to lose. The more self excuses there are in the posts to her lover, the better. A guilty conscience is pricking her, though probably not as much as he is.

OK, so by the time I've sorted through the target e-mail files I can generally count on having four or five women at any one time which look pretty good. I mean they look pretty good as far as their correspondence goes.

The next thing I want to know is what they look like. I stay as much as possible in my own small office and socialise as little as possible with as few people as possible. That's my nature, I'm just not very good at meatworld interaction. Nobody worries about it because I'm a well known computer nerd. So I have to go out and do a quick reality check on each target before I can grade them for their sexiness. But I don't even bother to look at them unless they come to work in their own car.

Almost always they do because the company offices are out of town and driving is much the most convenient way of commuting to work. So what goes at the top of the list is a good looking lady driving her own car and having an affair she really wants to keep a secret.

What I do next is keep a close watch on her e-mail to find out when the next assignation is going to take place. That part is easy, it's the where which isn't. Sometimes a place will be mentioned, a bar or an hotel, but more often than not its just 'your place', or 'the usual place'.

Once upon a time the only way to solve that part of the puzzle would have been to put on a trench coat and a trilby hat and trail the beauty to her den of vice. What I do nowadays is to pull her auto licence number off the company's personal records. Then, on the morning of the day the meeting is due, I stop by the vehicle in the company car park and slip a small magnetic box under the fender. Inside is a GPS receiver and a data collection chip. The next day I collect the GPS, download it and plot the co-ordinates on the local map. It takes me about two minutes to determine exactly where the car was parked at the time of the rendezvous. Then I put a fresh roll of film in my camera and wait for the next time the happy couple arrange a date

When I first started thinking about all this I had some pretty wild ideas of stalking each target and photographing them kissing their boyfriends wildly on the doorstep. Real private eye work, hey, and maybe putting bugging devices on the apartment windows and all that stuff. But why bother? You go to the area, find the auto and then take a photograph of it, a long shot with some other cars in the scene.Then you go away for half an hour, come back and find some of the other cars have left and other ones have arrived. So you take another shot, and maybe another one when the target's getting in her car and leaving.

If it's parked out in the street, some sunshine is handy, so the shadows show the passage of time. Maybe it starts out sunny and then starts raining. Again, the shots prove where her car has been parked, and that it was parked there for some time. And I'll usually go through the same procedure two or three times with each target before I've got the dossier I want. The place, how often she's been there, the time she spent there on each visit, and the photos of the car in identifiable surroundings and obviously parked up there a lot of times.

To round things off though it's nice to know exactly who it is she's seeing. Which is where my little gang of buddies come in. Sooner or later I'll have one of them waiting in the area when she's organised a meeting. Almost before she's parked up he'll be on her case and ready to follow her to where she's going. It wouldn't do for me to try that, naturally. I might be spotted and recognised from work.

Once I've got the dossier together, I send it to the lady in question, with the photos and the address she's been visiting so much and for so long, and a suggestion that we have a talk about things.

Of course I pass all this on by snail mail. The last thing I want to do is to have any of these women realise that they were betrayed by their own e-mail. All they're told in the letter is that they were seen leaving their car in an areas where they don't live and the person who spotted them was curious enough to find out what was happening. As a committed Christian he's wondering whether he should pass on this information to her husband. Having looked through the dossier, maybe she'd like to meet him and discuss what should happen next.

So what does happen next? Here's a woman who knows she's in deep shit, who knows her secret is already known to somebody who knows her, and she doesn't have much choice but to go to the meeting she's been told to. I usually arrange it at a McDonalds, which is a tad reassuring for her. After all, nothing dramatic could ever happen at a McDonalds.

When she gets there she's met by my friend Chris. Chris is a smoothtalking, hard looking guy with a shaven head who comes on with all the self confidence of a born gangster.

So Chris greets the target, sits down beside her, starts talking whilst she's still trying to figure out what's going on. Sure, he says, he knows about what she's been doing because he was told by somebody who works at her company. The same guy who just happened to spot her sliding off for a little taste of fun on the side and wrote her to come in today. Whoever it was told Chris as a favor to him and now Chris wants to do a deal with her.

Of course this throws the target. She thought she was going to meet somebody she knew, not a total stranger. She certainly didn't expect anybody like Chris. So what sort of a deal is he talking about and what's in it for him?

What sort of deal? Chris laughs and just then another of his friends joins him at the table, another husky guy, introduced as Ed. Well, says Chris, this has happened before. The deep throat at her workplace has already put the finger on another lady that was having a fling on the side. And since she was was sinning already everybody figured a little extra sin wouldn't make much difference. Even she decided that way eventually. Does the name Maria Vincetti sound familiar?

OK, that's the general way it works. Let me tell you about an actual example that happened a couple of weeks ago.

I'm in the McDonalds as well but way back, almost out of sight, and the woman who's just walked in looking very nervous is called Sue Salterly. Now this Sue is a target I've been tracking for a long time, a thirty something year old blue eyed blonde with legs guaranted to get a second look from every guy who sees them.

At work she looks as innocent as a Sunday school teacher, let alone the respectable married woman that she's supposed to be. Yet I know she's having a steaming hot affair with a guy over on the other side of town, chasing over to his pad at least twice a week to top up her tank with some high octane gas after years of getting by on regular unleaded. And I didn't say that, she said it herself in her own e-mail to her boyfriend.

But now she's worried, really worried, because it looks as if the nice tidy pattern of her life is going to become really unravelled. Shame and scandal and a big glass window looming over her career path - a glass window smeared with dirt. She's staring at Chris and Ed, and she hasn't got the slightest interest in the glasses wearing geek taking an occasional peek over a computer magazine at the other end of the restaurant. Hell, I could lay my anorak over a puddle for her to step on and she wouldn't remember me from work.

Still, we've got to the interesting bit now. Does she know Mrs Vincetti? I know that's the point in the spiel Chris has reached and I can see that Sue is nodding ... Sure, she knows Senior Office Manager Vincetti. Everybody at the company is afraid of the bossy bitch. Chris grins and lays down a big glossy pix as if he was Wild Bill playing an ace in Dodge City.

I see Sue's face suddenly tighten in surprise as she looks at it. Ms Vincetti, on her hands and knees in a darkened room with a flashlight shining on her from a few feet away. Ms Vincetti, as ever is, wearing nothing but a silk scarf tied around her wrists, with her large tits getting a double handed mauling from either side. Apart from the udder pullers another athletic male body also looms against her from out of the shadows, thrusting forward as he takes her from behind. The manager's hair is a mess, her mouth is hanging open and despite her executive position she looks as if she's getting quite a thrill out of her present position.

Which, incidentally, is quite true. When she got the treatment she went into convulsions at the first touch. By the time her saddle had been filled and emptied four or five times she was virtually off the planet. But that was then, this is now. Ms Salterly has taken a few seconds checking out the scene on the print and a few more looking up at the guys and already she knows exactly what's in the deal for Chris and Ed -- she is. She can also see at a glance that they're serious, they've pulled this blackmail stunt before and they've obviously been successful with it. Astonishingly successful, to get a strong willed bitch like Maria Vincetti to go along with them.

So while Sue is still staring at them with bulging eyes Chris is quietly and conscisely explaining exactly where things stand. If Sue wants her husband left in happy ignorance then she's going to have to put out like Laura Vincetti has done -- but nobody is telling any stories in the offices about Ms Vincetti, are they? And the reason for that is because Chris and Ed are very, very discreet. Maria turned up when she was told told to and did as she was told to, so Mr Vincetti never got to hear about her original indiscretion and nobody at the company knows anything about this little bit of fun. Chris taps the photograph again to make his point.

In the seven times we've played this scenario out we've had one outright refusal, just one woman who threw the picture down and walked, defying us to do our worse. I promptly sent her a letter asssuring her she was quite safe and that nobody was going to tell on her secret. The last thing I wanted was to have her feel she needed any help from anybody. A month later the same woman saw Chris in the street by pure accident and she virtually begged him to start blackmailing her again. Once she stopped being nervous she was as willing a screw as any of the sluts we've ever slung up by their heels.

Just now though Ms Salterly is still playing at being embarrassed, blushing and trying to give the photo back to Chris. But then yet another young guy comes along and joins the group, another hunk. Chris introduces him as Don. Just as sure as if I was at their table I know that Don is asking her if she likes the snapshot of Maria. I see Sue twitch like a hooked fish. She hasn't been involved in this scene for five minutes and already there are three guys sitting around her who all know what's going down and seem ready to share out the action. Her rather pretty face is looking totally stunned and her bright blue eyes are now trying to avoid all those male eyes staring at her jaunty little tits. Ms Salterly looks to me like a young lady who has suddenly realised that three into one will go and that she's going to be the one. Or maybe she's just wondering to herself if the gang's all here yet.

I see Chris lean forward and put another pix in front of her. Another of the girls from the office -- it doesn't matter which one, they're all on the same theme, some intimate hetrosexual activities by a multi-partnered lady. Sue seems absolutely knocked out now -- not so much by what's going on in the picture as by the revelation that behind the respectable facade of the company she works for there seems to be all kinds of secret vice going on. God, but I enjoy all this. Eventually I'm going to have to organise some kind of a meeting place where I can vidotape the target's faces as they get the good word from Chris and the gang.

Chris waits until the first shock has subsided and then points out to Sue that this girl also had the same problem that Ms Vincetti had and solved it the same way. Would Sue prefer to go down the same path herself, or would she rather her husband saw the dossier and the photos?

Maybe this is the best bit of all, seeing the shaken expression on Ms Salterly's previously snooty features as she tries to figure out what to do. She's had her guilty little secret found out by somebody, she still doesn't know who. Now she's sitting here in a hamburger joint being shown photographs of supposedly respectable female co-workers whoring like harem girls getting their yearly sheikup. It's also being made clear to Ms Salterly that the guys responsible for taking these photos now have another little project in mind. They've picked out another lady to be hog tied and fulsomely worked up and over by one and all. And guess who's just gotten her draft notice?

She sits and stares at Chris now, her mouth agape as he explains the rules. About how she has to go where and when she's told, in her sexiest gear, on the clear understanding that when she gets there all the guys can do whatever they like with her. She gasps and almost spills her coke. I can feel the adrenalin pumping into my blood as I wonder if the little blonde will finally give in and agree to become another of Chris's gang-bang groupies?

It's soon clear that she's not getting up and walking. One of the guys gets another round of cokes and Ms Salterly is still sitting with the guys when he comes back, sometimes looking out of the window, but more often blushing and staring around the nearby tables to make sure nobody else is hearing what's being said to her. I'll hear it soon enough though because Chris is wearing a wire and he just loves teasing each of the girls at this stage of the game. Usually by showing off two or three pictures of ladies with their mouths full and asking if she thinks she's got as good a technique as any of them?

Ah, ah! Now Sue's stopped looking so embarrassed. She's not staring out of the window now, not pretending to show some grace under pressure but looking at the pictures with real interest and almost on the verge of giggles as she shows a lot of interest in what some of the good old girls can do when they try. Especially Senior Manager Vincetti.

I'm sure the guys are telling Sue about old vacuum mouth Vincetti and how she could probably swallow a python while it was still wriggling if she was turned on enough. And they've got the snapshots to prove it. Ms Salterly stares at the pictures now without any false embarrassment and doesn't even realise she's moving around so much on her seat. Then Chris really gets her attention as he gives her a piece of paper with the address of the apartment she has to go to and the time she has to be there.

Sue picks up the note and then walks out without taking a second glance back at Chris and the other studs. Me, I'm looking at those really sexy legs underneath that tight skirt as I swirl around the last few pieces of almost melted ice in the bottom of my coke container. I'm happy because I know that the next time I see Sue Salterly's legs they'll be stretched wide open and the set of nerve endings between them is all that she'll be caring about by then. I'm happy because I've broken her code. Hers and quite a few others. All that has to happen now is for the guys to put her through her paces and bring me back the shots.

Chris barely pauses by my table on the way out: "This time again next week. Should have some nice video for you to admire, Jennifer."

"Fine."

The guys just grin at me and move on. They still can't get used to the idea of it being a girl who organises these treats for them, especially when I refuse to take part. Still, I don't care what they think and I feel like a goddess when I look at some of the sluts in my company and wonder what they'd say if they knew of the footage I have of them performing on the wild side. And I'm especially looking forward to seeing the tape of Sue Salterly's initiation. Ed always does a hell of a job with the camera and there are extra mikes around the room to pick up every sound

When I get the tapes I'll pick out the best vidcaps and transcribe the audio track for everything that was said. It's like lingering over every morsel of a long, delicious meal ...

Chris: "OK, Sue, just sit on the table and hold the rope, then look at us."

Ed: "Looking good."

Chris: "That's great, Sue. Gee, you sure are a sexy looking girl. Isn't that right, guys?"

Ed: "You bet."

Don: "She looks beautiful -- like a model."

Chris: "Yeah -- have you ever done any modelling work, Sue?"

Sue: "No".

Chris: "You'd be great. You've got a lovely face and a figure that has me panting."

Don: "Me too."

Ed: "Can we unwrap the package a little here, Chris?"

Don: "Yeah, let's give the camera a treat, hey, Sue?

Chris: "That'd be cool. Sue, could you maybe bare one shoulder and lift you skirt up higher. With your legs on the table top, please."

Chris: "Mmmmm, yes, that's great. Keep hold of the rope, and that's fine, hey, Ed?"

Ed: "Hey, Chris, I guess I can see how come she's got a husband and a boyfriend both happy to look after her. Lucky guys, I guess."

Don: "Yeah, but it's our turn to get lucky today. That's right, hey, Sue?"

Chris: "Cat got your tongue, Sue?"

Sue: "No -- no. I'm very spooked by all this."

Chris: "By all what, Sue?"

Sue: "You guys, and the camera -- and these ropes."

Chris: "They're just everyday ropes. I'll show you."

Ed: "Look up, Sue. Look up at where the ropes are tied. Like maybe you're thinking about what's going to happen with the ropes pretty soon."

Don: "We can tell you if you're still not sure."

Chris: "Don't take any notice of him, Sue, he's always cheeky. You can trust me to look after you. All you've got to tell us is if you've ever played around in front of a camera before."

Sue: "No."

Chris: "No? How about in front of spectators then? Ever been tied up by a bunch of guys?"

Sue: "God, no!"

Don: (laughs) "Don't worry about it, we've had a few shy girls in here before, but they weren't shy about anything when they left."

Sue: "Please, put the camera away, please."

Chris: "Now, we already explained all that to you, Sue. The guy who caught you having your little fling on the side wants to make sure you've been made to atone for your sins, and we have to show him the proof. He's one of those religious dudes who believes in an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. And maybe getting his rocks off on the side as well. So the camera stays on."

Sue: "But who is the son of a bitch?"

Chris: "That's for us and him to know but not you, Sue. So forget about him and cuddle up to me so I can take your mind off things."

Sound of laughter

Chris: "See, nothing to worry about. Not for a great big girl like you."

More laughter

Ed: "God, look at those legs, will ya!"

Don: "Tell me about them, tell me about them. And it looks like Chris is copping a nice feel there."

Chris: "No need to get jealous, Don, it's only my way of saying hi to Sue."

Don: "Yeah? I'll bet you're going to say hi from me and Ed as well, hey?"

Chris: "Why not? Tell you what, how about I kiss her for you guys as well?"

Ed: "I can hardly wait. Do me a favor and let me know if I enjoy it."

Chris: "OK. Here I come, Sue, ready or not."

Don: "Man, that's the hottest looking chick we've had on that table for a while."

Ed: "You think Chris is getting some french off her yet?"

Don: "It looks that way. I told you, she's as hot as chili peppers. All she needs is shaking up some."

Ed: "She's sure going to get that. Maybe her husband couldn't keep her happy but we will. Hey, Chris, how about a little hands-on action?"

Don: "Yeah, because I can see something stirring out in front there that looks real perky."

Ed: "Don's right, Chris. It looks as if the lady needs her buttons pressed."

Don: "It's the ropes. They never fail. You show a chick that you're going to tie her up and screw her and you've got instant hot pussy. Isn't that right, Sue?"

Ed: "I think you got her attention there, good buddy."

Don: "She's panting for it. Show us her tit, Chris, and we'll see how shy she really is."

Ed: "Yeah, all shocked about a camera and an audience but as soon as her old man's back is turned she's got another guy's prick in her as fast as an addict picking up a free snort. Show her off, Chris."

Chris: "No problem. There you are guys, one sexually excited lady with no place to go but down."

Laughter

Ed: "Was she tonguing you, Chris?"

Chris: "Had her throat down to my tonsils straight away. Hell, she can't wait for things to start happening."

Don: "Is that right, Sue? You want to start strutting your stuff for us? You want Chris to show us both of your tits?"

Sue: "If you like."

Ed: "Oh, we'd like it, we'd like it."

Chris: "OK, here they are. Small but growing as hard as they can."

Ed: "It's no use trying to hide your face, Sue. You've got to come out from behind Chris sooner or later, no matter how much you're blushing."

Sue: "God!"

Ed: "Why don't you put your hand down the front of her pants, Chris and see if she's still shy about the camera?"

Chris: "I guess she just might like that, especially in front of the camera. How about it, Sue, you want to start losing your video virginity?"

Gasp

Don: "Was that a yes or a no?"

Chris: "Let's make it an easy question, Sue. If you want me to start fingering you, say so. Otherwise -- well, otherwise isn't smart."

Pause

Sue:"Yes."

Don: "Sue, didn't you hear the question or are you playing at being stupid?"

Sue: "Yes -- I want Chris to finger me."

Chris: "Now we're getting somewhere. Sue, would you like these guys to look the other way while I'm fingering you or do you want them to watch me diddling you?"

Sue: "Oh -- I don't care."

Chris: "Never mind the crap. Yes or no?"

Sue: "Yes -- yes. I want them to watch everything."

Laughter

Ed: "Guys, I think we're starting to break through the shyness barriers here. Go ahead, Chris, take a lucky dip for the camera."

Chris: "OK. Fast, or nice and slow?"

Don: "Nice and slow -- I want to enjoy this."

Chris: "I guess I shouldn't be doing this but naughty young wives who go around with other guys ... well, they have to be taught a lesson."

Sue: "Oh God -- God!"

Ed: "Yep, that's teaching her, Chris. I can see how she's suffering for her sins, right there."

Don: "Now that's a fine display of lap dancing. But I think it'd be even better if she had her panties taken off before the next session."

Chris: "OK, suppose I bend her over the end of the table? Would one of you two gentlemen help her off with them and leave her butt naked in front of the video? Or would that be too much of a chore?"

Don: "No problem at all, Chris. Guess I'd be happy to help out."

Chris: "OK, Sue, you heard him. Adopt the position and hold tight."

Slapping noise

Sue: "Oh!"

Don: "Knees together, honey. That's the way. OK, lift your right foot -- now the left. And, lady, if nobody else has ever told you, you've got an ass to die for."

Chris: "I'm feeling thirsty. How about getting some beers out of the icebox while we study Sue's position here for a while?"

Don: "Suits me. Here you are, gal, here's something you can get hold onto for us until we're ready to use it where it'll be appreciated."

Ed: "I'll have one as well. Hey, what do you think her old man would say if he walked in here now and saw his little darling like this?"

Don: "I'd tell the fucker to pull up a chair and after the preview's over we'll get down to the real action. We should send him a few pics of that if we really want to get his attention."

Sue: "No, please. You said you wouldn't!"

Chris: "Relax. There's no percentage for us in that, not as long as you're a good girl. And the better you are the more often you'll get invited back for another fuck show."

Moan

Don: "Hey, guys, did you see her ass twitch then? What that gal needs is a pat on her cheeks."

Chris: "A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. Let's have a little friendly grabass here."

Sue: "God, no!"

Don: "Does that feel good, Chris?"

Chris: "Feels fine, my man, just fine. But I wish I was the guy at her office who's got her on a string. I'd put her over her own desk and do this with her."

Ed: "Now that would be a fine way of getting rid of some personal tension during the coffee breaks."

Chris: "Sure would. But if you do it another way you can put some tension into Sue's life. Like this."

Sue: "Ah -- ah!"

Gasping noise, followed by laughter

Ed: "That's the way, gal, lots of grunt and groan. We want you nicely warmed up ready for the main event. Those ropes are still waiting for you and when you're tied up in them we're going to give you a fucking you'll never forget."

Sue: "Why isn't he here -- the animal who told on me?"

Chris: "Maybe he's got his reasons. Think about it while I play with your tight little cunt."

Sue: "Reasons? What reasons? Who is he? -- oh!"

Chris: "Well, Sue, maybe he'll stop by later, when you've been fucked so many times another cock in you won't make any difference. That's why you've got to put a blindfold on you when you get trussed up for the turkey trot."

Sue: "You're going to blindfold me?"

Chris: "Believe me, you wouldn't want it any other way after you've tried it."

Laughter

Chris: "Right, be a good girl and lie down on top of the table and maybe I can drop you a hint about who dropped you into our hands."

Sounds of movement

Chris: "Fine. So, Sue, how do you know it wasn't your boyfriend who snitched on you to us for some fun? Maybe he gets his thrills from watching his girl being tied down and fucked over big time?"

Don: "Or maybe your old man found out what you'd been up too and decided to get his own back this way? Wouldn't that be a joke, you doing this to keep it all a secret from him and him knowing all the time? Jesus, I bet you'd like to know who's going to get this tape, wouldn't you, you slut?"

Sue: "I've got a right to know."

Chris: "The only right you've got in here, sweetie, is the right to a real good fucking. So let's get started. Don, pass that dildo over here."

Don: "There you go, good buddy. All nicely warmed and everything."

Chris: "OK, class, everybody paying attention? I'm going to make the first insertion here. The nurse will be around soon to mop your sweat off."

Ed: "Hey, that's cool, Sue. You keep on rubbing your tit like that."

Chris: "Yeah, get yourself in the mood. This is the big scene where the handsome villain is going to ravish you in front of everybody. We don't want a dry seat in the house, just lots and lots of sticky ones."

Sue: "Jesus -- are you guys really going to tie me up?"

Don: "Like I said, like a turkey. We're going to tie your ankles up and hang them up high and wide so Ed can get some real wide angle shots. Just like the tape he's getting now of your snatch being pulled wide open and shown off to anybody who wants to watch."

Sue: "Oh God! And I can't do anything about it, can I? It's too late. Or can I change my mind still?"

Laughter

Don: "You haven't been able to change your mind since you walked in the door. You're our meat now and we're going to serve you up any way we like for just as long as we like. You're here to get fucked, slut, and that's exactly what you're going to get."

Sue: "Do it then, you blackmailing bastards, do it! Take those ropes and tie me up and do whatever you want!"

Laughter

Chris: "Honey, you settle down. We've hardly gotten you to a canter yet, let alone a gallop. You've got a deal of begging to do yet before you get it all. We're the experts here, and you're here to learn the ropes."

Laughter

Chris: "So do you think you've still got any choice about what's going to happen to you?"

Sue: "No -- not now. No choice at all."

Chris: "Are you going to give us anything we want?"

Sue: "Yes. Everything you want, you creeps."

Chris:"That's not a nice thing to say, Sue. No treats for you until you give all of us a big smile -- isn't that right, guys?"

Ed: "For sure. We don't shaft any girls that aren't smiling and we always put them in the mood one way or another, hey, Don?"

Don: "Never failed yet and I'm sure smiling about little Mrs Salterly giving her ass away to her co-workers. Tell us how many times you've been fucked on the sly, honeybunch."

Ed: "Yeah and by how many different guys? Was this one the first cab off the rank? Or have you been giving it away to anybody who put the hard word on you?"

Sue: "No ... no! "

Chris: "Shame on you, Ed. Just because you see a girl on her back with her legs wide open and clutching her tits as a dildo is rammed up her, it doesn't necessarily mean she's a fuck happy slut."

Don: "Although that's the way to bet."

Chris: "Yeah, although that's the way to bet."

Ed: "So come on, Sue, how many guys have had you since you got married? Husbands not included, of course."

Sue: "Only Paul, that's all!"

Ed: "So what was so good about him that you went running over to his apartment every week like a bitch on heat?"

Sue: "Because he's a good tipper and a great licker!"

Laughter

Chris: "OK, guys, now I know the way to make Sue smile. We do it this way."

Sue: "Ohhh ... "

Ed: "Yeah, Chris, I think we saw a little grin right there."

Don: "Sic her, boy, sic her."

Ed: "Christ, I'm ready to shoot my load just watching this. Ain't she a lovely little bitch?"

Don: "Yeah, she's grade A cock wrapping material. And listen to her panting -- this little whore could take on an entire football team and still leave room for the coaches. We've gotta organize a real party for her later on."

Sue: "A party? What party?"

Don: "A party where you get to hang out on those ropes with all the guys."

Cries (approval?)

Ed: "Yeah, and then you get to play suck the cocks."

Chris: "And if you've truly never done that it in front of an audience before you can start auditioning right here and now."

Laughter

Sue: "You're really enjoying this, aren't you? Making me do whatever you want?"

Chris: "Look at this and tell me how happy I am. Then show me how happy you can make me."

Sue: "You want me to start blowing you now?"

Laughter

Don: "Sounds like a fucking good idea to me."

Ed: "Make it look good for the camera, gal. Build the scene up slowly. Crawl over there on your knees and lick Chris's belly before you go down on him."

Don: "That's the way, girl, that's it."

Ed: "Look sideways at me, Sue -- that's great! Now tickle his balls."

Don: "Obedient little slut isn't she, guys?"

Chis: "By the time I've finished with her she'll crawl up her own ass when I tell her to."

Don: "It sure looks like a good place to visit, although I wouldn't want to live there."

Ed: "OK, Sue, let's get that tongue down lower where Chris can really feel it working."

Don: "Maybe Chris is a bit tired: maybe he'd like a stand in for the hard parts?"

Chris: "Go and fuck yourself, Don -- please."

Ed: "OK, Sue, let's do this right. Over and around the top first, small licks. I want everything step by step."

Chris: "I'd prefer inch by inch."

Don: "Hey, I've been waiting to see this wench munch on a cheeseburger ever since we met her at the restaurant."

Chris: "That's fine, but I'm having trouble holding the mayo."

Laughter

Don: "How's it taste, honeybunch? You ready to get some real flavor down your throat?"

Sue: "Yes."

Ed: "I want some more close ups first. Keep rimming him."

Chris: "Ever been in the bondage scene before, Sue?"

Sue: "No."

Don: "Never had a guy tie your wrists to the bed end before he fucked you?"

Sue: "No -- nothing like that."

Chris: "Did you ever wonder what it would feel like to be butt naked and having some guys truss you up real tight?"

Sue: "Sometimes."

Chris: "So how do you feel now that it's going to happen?"

Sue: "I'm feeling scared."

Chris: "OK, give me some serious pumping down there and you won't have anything to be frightened about."

Ed: "Man, look at her go for it."

Don: "Best I've seen straight off since we did big tits Vincetti. We'll have to get them together soon for a cock racing contest -- first come, first served."

Ed: "I'll bet on Sue winning by a short head."

Chris: "God, she's good at it. Then again, she has to be unless she wants a bald patch on her scalp."

Chris: "Well, Sue, it looks like the audience is ready for the big gig and some serious ropework. Break a leg, kid, it's show time."

Movements: table creaks: laughter

Sue: "This can't be happening -- God, it can't be!"

Ed: "It's a once in a lifetime thing, Sue. Like Woodstock. Don't worry though, you'll always have the pictures to keep the memory alive."

Don: "Starting on Monday morning, when a whole bundle of them'll be waiting in your in tray for you with the compliments of your friendly workplace whistle blower."

Sue: "Please, don't give them to him!"

Ed: "Put that rope in her mouth and let's see if she can chew through it with that big mouth."

Sue cries out, then grunts several times.

Chris: "OK, here comes the blindfold, Sue. Now you'll have to work out what's happening by touch. But if you're not sure about something just ask -- oh, sorry, I forgot, you can't right now, can you?"

Don: "This is the best deal I've ever had in all my life. We're getting more free screws than a firm of Mexican divorce lawyers. How many more of these part time whores do you think we'll catch with their panties down?"

Ed: "I don't know but we've sure saved some marriages by not passing on what we've been told. The way I see it we're only getting what we deserve for being such good guys."

Don: "Makes sense to me! Is the focus OK on that camera?"

Ed: "It's cool."

Chris: "OK, Sue, you've done well so far, but now comes the part where you don't get a chance to talk for a while. You girls always find it hard to keep quiet, don't you? Especially if somebody does something like this to you."

Muffled squeal then laughter

Ed: "Chris, I gotta tell you, I think Sue is going to have a problem with going home and telling her partner that's she's been held been working back late at the office. She'll surely blush with embarrassment so much he'll guess straightaway something real heavy's been going down."

Chris: "She never had any trouble in not telling him about her little affair on the side, did she? All she has to say is that's she late home because she got tied up somewhere. And that's not even a lie, is it, Sue? Twitch one tit for yes and both for no."

Unidentified noise

Ed: "What did she say?"

Chris: "I'm pretty sure it was no."

Don: "Fuck, it's no lie. Especially if she's got the rope marks to prove it."

Ed: "Well, if she doesn't want any marks she'd better keep lying quietly."

Unidentified noise

Chris: "Say that again, Sue -- only don't mumble this time."

Sue: "W - a - t - e - r!"

Chris: "Thirsty, hey? No problem."

Chris: "There you go, a few sips and some ice to lick on. That better?"

Unidentified noise

Chris: "Good. So maybe we can find something else to do with this ice before it melts. I'd ask the guys if they've got any ideas but I think theirs are the same as mine. And listen for this sound as well ... you know what that is, don't you, Sue?"

Buzzing noise

Don: "Yeah, the bitch knows what it is and what it's for."

Ed: "OK, so on this table the order is two blue nipples and one orgasm on ice, right?"

Chris: "Coming right up. There you are, madam, how does that feel?"

Moans

Ed: "Shit, she's loving it. The more we do to her, the more she likes it. Hell, she's a sexy little piece."

Gasping noises

Ed: "What's her problem now?"

Chris: "I think she wants to know when the fucking starts. It seems as if she's in the mood right now."

Don: "I've told you, we should make her wait a while yet for it. The longer you let the meal simmer, the better it tastes."

Chris: "OK then, while we're cooking, let's put a tingle back these neat little nips."

Moans

Ed: "Go with the flow, Sue, go with the flow. You're ours and we can do exactly what we want with you and how we want. The only thing you need to know is that whenever you get a cock in your cunt or in your mouth all the action is going to be taped for us to enjoy later."

Don: "Maybe she can't see anything but she can hear everything you're saying, can't you, Sue? You want to have that hot little slash of yours cooled down for you?"

Chris: "Yeah, how about it, lady, you feel like getting some ice slipped in your box?"

Sue cries out

Chris: "OK, here we go then. You getting all this, Ed?"

Ed: "Every mother loving thing. This is the best ice scene on film since 'The Titanic', believe me."

Sue calls out again

Don: "She's in the same situation as well: going noplace, sinking fast and blowing off steam."

Ed: "The poor slut is really hanging out for that vibrator to be pushed up her cunt."

Chris: "No harm in giving her some thrills before she gives us some. Hands up those that want to see some heavy duty traffic in the tunnel of love. Sue, you can vote yes by wriggling your feet."

Chris: "OK, the ayes and toes have it. The chair recognises Ms Salterly and moves accordingly"

Buzzing noise, a muffled scream and laughter

Ed: "Christ, it's amazing what happens with a bit of energy applied in the right place. There's enough there to kick start her motor anyway."

Ed: "It's time she got the real thing, Chris, before she starts climbing up those ropes."

Don: "Fucking right! Let's have her now!"

"Oh no. She has to beg for it first. Take that rope out of her mouth and pass me that cream."

Sue: "You bastard -- Oh God, I'm going crazy here!

Don: "Hey, bitch, you sound like you're on the launch pad and ready to blast off. Real keen to get fucked, aren't you?"

Sue: "Yes! "

Ed: "How about some manners, Ms Salterly? How about saying 'please'?"

Sue: "God, please, please, rub my cunt!"

Don: "I told you, it's those ropes. Ropes and lots of knots and every bitch we'd had here has gone off like a firecracker."

Ed: "A firecracker? This one is hotter than a Russian reactor."

Don: "Maybe this would be a good time to stop and have another beer. How about it, guys? We could watch the game on the TV and come back later. This slut will still be here for us."

Sue: "No!"

Chris: "Yeah, maybe. Listen, I'll just give this slit a few rubs first so it knows what it's going to be waiting for. Make sure you get all this, Ed."

Sue: "God! Please don't leave me, Chris, please! Not now! I need it!"

Don: "To hell with her, the Rams are playing. We can do the sex thing later. She'll be even more grateful then."

Chris:"Maybe. How about it, Sue, is this what you want?"

Sue: "Yes!"

Ed: "She's just a gal who can't say no."

Chris: "You want as much cock as you can get, right?"

Sue: "What I want is for you assholes to get the lead out and start fucking me every which way!"

Don: "See, I knew she was going to be the shy type."

Laughter

Chris: "OK then, Sue, how about I spread your legs so we can see if there are any gentlemen in the audience who'd like to stroke your pussy?"

Sue: "Yes, yes, yes!"

Chris: "OK then. Lot number one in today's auction, friends, the property of a lady. One well used vagina still in excellent condition with years of fucking left in it. Currently hot, twitching, empty and open to any reasonably sized offer. Would somebody like to start the bidding by jumping onboard and giving it a no obligation test ride?"

Don: "What about a few blow jobs on the side?"

Chris: "Sure. Anybody who'd like to test the mouth suction available on this model please step up and help yourself as well. Dig in, guys, it's all free, female and frantic. And when we've finished with her I know a private bikie club where they'll really dig her little act."

Sue calls out loudly: words not identifiable.

THE END
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