Blackmailing Julie

BLACKMAILING JULIE

Part III

"I can't do this anymore."

I'd picked up the phone and found Julie on the other end. Her tone of voice and lack of respectful language alarmed me. I had made it clear that she was to never initiate contact with me, but rather wait until I wanted to use her.

At the same time, I can't say I was entirely shocked. Truthfully, I had been surprised at how easily she'd given in and accepted my abuses over the previous months. She'd seemed completely resigned to her fate almost from day one, and I'd been gradually pushing her further and further to see where her limit was. Maybe I'd finally found it.

"Let's talk," I said, "the coffee shop across the street. Say, 15 minutes?"

There was a pause. Julie had probably expected me to spew a stream of violent obscenities at her for having the nerve to call me at home, and speak to me in a disrespectful manner. But I liked to keep her guessing.

"Okay."

The tirade and punishments could come later, I thought. Right now, I needed to play my cards more carefully, to use this opportunity to solidify our "relationship" rather than let it implode. What I needed to do was remind her of what she had at stake, and to convince her that I would indeed turn her in to the authorities if she stopped cooperating with me. Most of all, I needed her to realize that although her current situation was unpleasant, it was still preferable to the alternatives.

I threw Julie for another loop when I offered to pay for her coffee, brought it to her, and sat down across from her. I asked her if she was all right.

"I'm… not really. I can't do this anymore."

"Why?"

"It's too much. You're taking this too far. I've tried and tried to cooperate but you just push me and push me and…" she said, and her eyes began to brim with tears.

I glanced around the coffee shop to make sure nobody was sitting within hearing range. "Julie," I said in a low voice, "you killed somebody. And you got away with it. You should be sitting in prison right now, or waiting a death sentence, or on the front page of a newspaper getting grilled in a courtroom. But you're not. You're here, sitting in a coffee shop. You have your job, your friends, your freedom. Right?"

"I guess so."

"All that you need to do, in exchange for that freedom, is to spend a few hours with me each week. Indulge my fantasies. You know me. I'm not a stranger. I've never hurt you permanently, or scarred you, or burned you, or done you permanent damage. It could be a lot worse, you know. Is it really so terrible?"

"But the things you do to me – the way you use me. You treat me like – like – garbage. Like a piece of meat."

"I think," I said, sipping my coffee, "that maybe your real fear is that you deserve it. You know you deserve it, Julie. You can't get away with something so horrible without receiving any punishment in return. The guilt would eat you up. Wouldn't it?"

"I don't know," she said, and stared into her untouched coffee.

"Or, maybe it's even more than that," I said, "I think that sometimes you like it, Julie. You like it, don't you?"

"What? No…"

"You like it when I shove my cock in your mouth and make you choke. You like it when I make you strip and dance for me, make you show me your holes, make you crawl like a dog, make you scrub my floors naked. I play with your pussy all the time, Julie, and I know when it's wet. You can't hide it from me."

"No!" she sputtered, loudly, then looked around to see if anyone else in the shop had noticed. An old man in the far corner was fully absorbed in his newspaper. The staff behind the counter was running water and chatting. Nobody was privy to our conversation.

"That was a pretty strong reaction, Julie. I think it upsets you to hear me say it because you know it's true."

"I—no--but why, why do you have to be so mean?" Her eyes watered again.

"Because I enjoy it." I paused. "This is an agreement, Julie. A mutually beneficial agreement. What do you get? You get to stay out of prison, and you get punished for your crime. Which you know, deep down, you deserve. And what do I get? I get your mouth, your asshole, and your pussy. But I also get to live out all the fantasies I've ever had. And I have a lot of fantasies. Overall, I think it's a pretty fair deal. Don't you?"

Julie sat silently. She swirled her coffee cup around in small circles, and some sloshed onto the table.

"Now, if you like, we can end this. But it's only going to end one way, Julie. With a phone call. A phone call from me, to the police. And by this time next week I'll be reading about you on the front of the newspaper. Does that sound like fun?"

"No."

"And trust me, Julie, prison will be less fun than this. Do you think there will be any sympathy for you in prison, after everyone finds out what you've done? Do you think you won't be sucking the guard's cocks, getting stripped naked and having your cunt and asshole inspected every day, showering and peeing in front of an audience? Huh? A lot goes on in prison that we don't hear about, you know. Because nobody has any sympathy for prisoners, especially murderers like you."

Julie sniffled, and wiped a tear from her cheek. Then she stared back at the table.

"Look at me, bitch. Would you rather be sucking one cock – my cock – or a dozen stranger's cocks? Would you rather be abused 24 hours a day for the rest of your life, or just a few hours each week?"

"I—I dunno."

"I'm going home now Julie, and I'm going to let you rest for a few days. Go out with your friends. Watch some TV. Do whatever you need to do. If you decide you want to end this, call me, and I'll end it. Otherwise, I'll be dropping by to continue our visits in a few days – let's say, Saturday. Does Saturday work for you?"

"Yes," she said, realizing that the question only had one answer.

"If you're not there when I come by Saturday, then I'll assume the deal is off, and I'll make the appropriate phone call. Is all this clear to you?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what, Julie?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl. I know you can be smart when you have to be. This is one of those times."

"Yes, sir."

I left Julie slouched at the table, staring into her coffee. I tried my best not to smile to myself as I crossed the street and headed home. I knew I'd convinced her. After all, there wasn't really any decision for her to make at all.

***

Sure enough, when I called Saturday afternoon, Julie picked up the phone promptly. When I arrived at her apartment ten minutes later, the door was unlocked, so I stepped inside. Julie was already standing inside the door, stark naked, hands on her head, with her mouth gaping wide. She said nothing.

"Well," I laughed, "looks like you've made a decision." I stepped up to her and ran my hand slowly down her neck and across her left nipple. It was hard, so I gave it a little twist and watched it spring back to position.

My hand then slid slowly down to her crotch, and I slipped a finger between her pussy lips. There wasn't really much moisture, but I played it up anyway. "So I see you missed my cock, hmm Julie?" I whispered into her ear, "and decided you couldn't live without our little meetings?"

"Y-yes, sir."

"I have some fun planned for today, cocksucker. I brought a movie for us to watch together. And I washed myself all good and clean before I left home, so you're going to be spending a lot of time with your face between my cheeks this afternoon. Is your tongue in the mood for some asslicking today, cocksucker?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl. I thought after the trauma of our conversation the other day you deserved a tasty little treat."

"Yes, sir, thank you."

"Oh, you're welcome." I grabbed Julie's left nipple hard between my thumb and forefinger, and began walking toward the living room, pulling her along by her tit as she stumbled to keep up. We stopped in front of the couch. "Squat on the floor, bitch, and face the TV. That's it, thighs nice and wide, and put your hands on your head. Mouth open wide for your master. Good girl."

I shoved the rubber dildo into her mouth. "Something to practice on," I laughed. Then I held up the DVD I'd brought and showed it to Julie. "It's called 'Prison Bitches IV' and it's all about what will happen to you if you decide to forget about our little conversation the other day. Doesn't it look exciting?"

"Yeth, thur," she slurred around the dildo in her mouth. I popped the DVD in the player, sat back on the couch behind her, and soon the two of us were enjoying some quality pornography. The flick was a hardcore film centered around a supposed women's prison in South America. The prisoners were all brunettes, with large breasts and round asses, and the guards were all stubby, cigar-smoking types with grotesque fat bellies that stretched the buttons on their ill-fitting khaki police uniforms.

The festivities started off with a batch of buxom prisoners being unloaded from the back of a van, paraded into the prison compound, and ordered to strip. There were the usual long, luxurious camera shots that panned across the long row of naked girls. First it was their breasts, then their faces, then their hips and shorn cunts. Soon they were being forced to assume various positions, including my favourite scene: a row of half-a-dozen bent-over asses, cunts just visible between their cheeks, being poked and prodded with the officer's fingers and nightsticks while their holes were "inspected for contraband".

I regularly glanced over at Julie to make sure she was watching. And she sure was, with wide eyes. While she must have known that the film was fiction, my intention was to fill her mind with the possibilities. The worst case scenarios would make an impact on her, no doubt.

As the film progressed, all sorts of unspeakable horrors befell the prisoners. There were plenty of long forced sex scenes, with naked girls double-penetrated and forced to suck multiple cocks at one time. Later, one lucky girl was held down and fucked in every hole while her fellow prisoners were forced to watch through the bars, cowering in their cells.

"Look like fun, cocksucker?" I said to Julie. "Boy, you could really live up to your nickname in prison, couldn't you? Ha!" Julie mumbled in agreement around the dildo.

Then there were the fantastic latrine scenes, where the girls were marched a few at a time into a dank, concrete room and forced to squat and pee into a hole in the ground while the guards stood around and mocked and slapped them. This was followed shortly by the shower scenes, where a dozen naked girls were herded into one room, all with their hands cuffed behind their backs, before a guard unleashed a powerful hose on them. The scene was long and gratuitous, filled with the begging and screaming of the girls as they tried to escape the stream of water, bumping into each other, slipping, squirming, and struggling on the concrete floor in a mass of wet nakedness. Through it all, the guard grinned, cigar dangling from his lips, as he mercilessly blasted away at the girl's most sensitive parts.

"I'll bet that water is freezing cold, huh cocksucker," I said, and reached down to pat Julie on the head. She said nothing, her eyes transfixed on the screen.

After many more scenes of abuse, the movie ended shortly after some of the prisoners tried to escape. They were, of course, caught in short order, and immediately punished in the prison torture chamber. Julie whimpered out loud at one particular scene, where a prisoner was strapped to a table, legs spread wide, with a tangle of colourful wires clipped to various parts of her vagina and anus. The guards then grinned with glee as they repeatedly toyed with the buttons and dials on a needlessly over-complicated control panel. With each button press, the poor victim thrust against her bonds and screamed as electricity purportedly seared through her genitals.

"Maybe she's just a great actress," I said to Julie, "but that looks really realistic, doesn't it? Look at how she lifts her cunt up into the air and convulses every time the electricity hits."

As if to bring my point home, the girl screamed one last time, and urine spattered from between her legs, ran across the torture table, and dripped onto the floor below. "Oh, look, she's in so much pain she lost control. Pretty intense, huh?"

Julie said nothing. The film ended shortly thereafter, and I took out the DVD and put it away. "Wow, that made me really hard. Did it turn you on too, cocksucker?"

Julie said nothing. I knelt in front of her, took hold of the end of the dildo in her mouth, and pushed it in and out a little bit. "Mmmmm," I mocked, "watching all those poor girls get tortured in prison probably makes you jealous. I bet you wish you had a nice cock to fuck your mouth like this, don't you?" I pumped it and out a little further, and a little faster, until I felt her reflexively gag. I took the dildo out of her mouth and set it on the coffee table.

"But," I said, "you can suck later. Right now I think it's time for me to give you that treat I mentioned earlier. Are you hungry?"

"Yes, sir," she mumbled, knowing what was coming.

"Great! I've got some ass for you to eat."

I unzipped my pants, pulled them off along with my boxers, and sat on the couch. I put a few cushions behind my back, sat down, and slid forward until my ass was right at the edge of the couch. Then I spread my legs wide and rested my ankles on the coffee table a few feet away.

"Get in here, now, don't be shy," I said, and pointed to the space between my legs, "nuzzle right up in there, cocksucker." Julie stepped over my splayed legs and knelt between them. I pulled my cock and scrotum out of the way, so they were laying on my belly, and then gestured to the area below. "This is all yours," I said, "Everywhere under my balls, between my cheeks, and the back of my thighs. I want all that licked clean. Then I'll let you start on my asshole."

She began licking. I flipped the TV back on with the remote control, and started watching an episode of Wheel of Fortune. "Ha!" I laughed, "this is where Jenning's won his first hundred grand. This is old."

Julie's tongue slowly and smoothly slid up and down between my asscheeks, as she worked her face around the area. It all felt fantastic: the licking on the underside of my balls, my cheeks, the insides of my thighs. Best of all, though, was when her wet tongue flickered across my asshole. The feeling of pleasure and relaxation was great – but different from a blowjob. Less intense. That's what I enjoyed about a good asslicking: it was something I could enjoy for hours. A blowjob, even a slow one, would usually be over in 10 or 15 minutes. Asslicking, though, it just felt better and better as time went on.

After a while, my ass was slick with her saliva. I put my hand on the back of her head to pull her face tighter into my crack. Then I slid my ass slowly up and down, grinding it into her face. "Get your face right in there, bitch. That's it," I groaned with pleasure, "use your nose too, bitch… yeah… put your nose right in my asshole." I ground against her face some more, giving her a fully immersive asslicking experience.

Bored of that, I instructed to just focus on my asshole. "Lick it, suck it, rim it, poke it, just keep your damn tongue on my hole until I say otherwise," I instructed, and Julie complied.

Half an hour later, the Wheel of Fortune episode ended, and nothing else seemed to be on. I muted the TV, reached in to my shirt pocket, and pulled out my cell phone. I clicked some buttons, and in few moments my date for later that evening was on the other end.

"Hi honey, it's me. How are you doing?" I said into the phone. I felt Julie stiffen and hesitate, then quickly resume licking. I pushed my ass against her tongue a bit harder.

"Me? Oh, I'm fine. Bored as hell. No, I'm not doing anything. You know those lazy Saturdays. Just some boring chores and bad TV."

Julie licked.

I listened to my date speak a bit more. "Uh huh. Uh huh. Well, I was thinking I would take you out to that restaurant I mentioned. Yes, the really expensive one. Well, this is our third date and I wanted to do something special. Great! I'll pick you up at 7, then. Love you, too."

I turned off my phone. Julie kept licking.

"That's my date for tonight. A beautiful girl, very sophisticated. I'm hoping maybe I'll finally get her in the sack tonight. She's not one of those slutty girls who does it on the first date like you, you know. Say, how's that asshole tasting, cocksucker?"

"Mmmmmm," Julie mumbled between my cheeks, still licking. The vibrations of her lips felt nice. "You know, I'll bet she's never licked an ass. I couldn't picture her doing it. I would never ask her to. It's such as disgusting thing, if you think about it… so degrading, licking someone else's anus. Isn't it?"

"Mmmmph," came the response.

"But," I said, philosophically, "everyone has their special skills. The things they're good at. Some people are good at math, some at art, and others, well, they suck cocks and lick asses really well. Don't you agree?"

"Mmm," said Julie. The licking continued unabated.

"Everyone has their place in this world. And it looks like fate has found your place between my legs!" I laughed, then grunted. "Fuck, that feels good, bitch." I leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying the slow circling of Julie's wet tongue around my asshole for a while longer.

My cock was stiff. I decided I wanted to have it sucked off.

"All right, cocksucker. That's enough asslicking for you today. Are you satisfied now?"

"Yes, sir."

"Yes sir, what?" I asked, impatiently.

"Yes sir, thank you for letting me lick your asshole sir, it was very tasty sir."

"That's a good girl. You're learning, slowly. Now why don't you put that face hole to good use and make me cum, cocksucker?"

"Yes, sir."

Five minutes later Julie was licking my cum off her lips, and I was wiping my cock on her hair, as per usual. Her face was red and slimy from her own saliva, smeared against it by my ass during the previous hour and a half of licking.

"I have a hot date tonight. Do you?"

"No, sir."

"Aw, such a shame. Well, would you like to keep the movie, then? Maybe you can watch it again on your own and pretend it's you sucking all those cocks and peeing for the guards and getting tortured. Would you like that?"

"No thank you, sir."

I laughed, and took the movie with me. "Have a fabulous weekend, Julie."