"Oh, please, anything," Pam replied, hope kindling in her again. "Do you want cash?"
"Now, you've got me all wrong, Pam. You may not realize this, but I'm a religious man. I read the Bible a lot – that's why I turned down the money." Max was intently watching Pam's face, thoroughly enjoying the fear and apprehension his words were writing across its lovely features. God, it's… it's like taking candy from a baby, he thought gleefully.
"Yeah, I read the Bible, and I bet you do too. Remember that part, 'an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth', or… a cunt for a cunt!"
Pam gasped out loud as she finally understood what he was driving at. He wanted to take out Jack's crime on her body!
"I can see from your face you got the idea," Max chuckled. "Your old man fucked my woman… I'm gonna fuck his!"
"Never!" Pam said, horrified at the idea.
"Well, it's that, baby, or these pictures go to your husband's boss."
Pam felt trapped. It would have been a lot easier for her to refuse and order Max out of the house if she hadn't already tried to pay him for the pictures. Doing that, she had firmly instilled in her mind the overriding importance of getting control of the evidence that could cost Jack his beloved job. If her mind hadn't been so rattled, she might have remembered that just a few days ago she had felt that the best thing for Jack would be to get out of the office and away from that evil old man who was slowly corrupting his ideals. But, hurt and confused by the visual evidence of Jack's infidelity, and with a woman she had thought her friend, and bullied by Max's ominous presence, the frightened young girl was in no condition for clear, logical thinking.
"I… I…" she stammered, trying to find some other way out.
"Good, that means you'll do it!" Max exclaimed triumphantly.
"Nooooo. I mean… I don't know…" Pam said haltingly.
"Well, I ain't got all day," Max shouted, suddenly savage. "I got an appointment already with that old bastard. So make a decision… now!"
Pam stood, swaying irresolutely. "I'll do it!" she said suddenly, not letting her mind dwell on the full meaning of her words.
"Atta girl," Max said with a lewd smile. "Your husband fucked Anna in the living room. You want it here, too?"
"N-No," she said in a weak voice. "We… we'll use the bedroom." She had decided on that, simply because the bedroom was further away, and would use up some more time… put off the horrible or, deal she knew that lay ahead. She looked at Max with revulsion, wondering how she was going to be able to let him touch her body, when she already hat trouble enough with her husband. She hated the triumphant leer on his coarse features as his hungry eyes took in the body he knew would soon be his to do with as he wanted.
Max was happy. He'd been successful again in his favorite pastime – blackmail. But, where other blackmailers went after money, he went after pussy. That was how he'd gotten Anna, and now, he thought, I'm gonna get to throw it to this gorgeous little blonde bitch! Max's eyes sweeped appreciatively over Pam's shrinking figure, as she stood helplessly before him. For the past few minutes he had been hungrily watching the exciting way that her large, full breasts bounced and jiggled, braless under her skimpy haltertop. Well, what the hell! he thought. Broads that dress that way deserve to be flicked, teasing men until they think they're gonna shoot off in their pants!
"Okay, baby," he said, shooing her along ahead of him. "Let's make it to the bedroom."
Just in an effort to keep her distance as Max came towards her, Pam found that she had been backed into the bedroom-hers and Jack's! She had her arms crossed nervously over her lewdly exposed breasts, as if she still believed she could protect herself from this huge, grinning man to whom she'd already promised her body.
"Okay, little lady, are you going to take off those clothes, or shall I do it for your?" Max grated out, obviously eager to get started. Pam couldn't move. It had been a lot easier, there in the other room, to promise this brute what he wanted. But to actually take her clothes off in front of him…! Pam just couldn't do it!
"Okay, if that's the way you want it…" Max said, and he suddenly lunged toward her. Pam tried to slip away, but he was surprisingly fast for so big a man. His big meaty hand locked on the front of her halter-top and pulled hard. Pam was jerked forward when the strong material refused to tear, but the catch behind gave, and she felt a sudden wave of cold air over her upper body and found herself standing naked to the waist, her bare breasts quivering nakedly before Max's leering gaze.
Too stunned to even think of covering herself, Pam found herself panting. At first she thought it was from fear, but bit by bit the stunning realization came to her that it was something else entirely.
She was sexually excited.
With amazed disbelief, the raggedly breathing young girl felt a hot trembling need building up in her belly, and looking down, she saw that her nipples were rapidly hardening, not from the cool air that played over their tender pink surfaces, but from passion!
What's the matter with me? her mind screamed, but her body already knew.
She wanted to he raped!
Almost as in a dream, Pam felt a strange metamorphosis taking place somewhere deep in her psyche. That unbreakable stone wall that had always stood between her and full sexual release was slowly crumbling, as she stood there, helpless and partially naked before a brute of a man who intended to use her body for his own pleasure whether she wanted him to or not. Hating herself every moment, Pam felt the last of her defenses crumble. She was helpless to move, and stood docilely while Max quickly stripped her white shorts and underpants from her quivering body. She was naked before him, this near-stranger, but instead of shame, she felt instead a warm trickle from her vagina that told her that her passion juices were flowing freely, readying her body for what she knew was going to happen to her, and worst of all, wanting it to happen.
"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Max asked suspiciously. He stepped forward and took a closer look at Pam that told him all. She was breathing heavily. Her eyes were shining strangely, her face was flushed. He might still have been able to pass it off as fear, but for one thing…
The musky odor of a thoroughly aroused woman, emanating strongly from her shapely loins.
"Well, I'll be Goddamned," Max said in a hushed voice, hardly able to believe what was happening. He stared at the lovely young woman standing nakedly before him, at her large, swelling, tip-tilted breasts, her tiny virginal pink nipples hardly visible at the tips, blending in with the creamy smoothness of the luscious twin orbs. His gaze flickered lower, over her visibly shivering belly, and then down to the sparse triangle of silky blonde pubic hair that barely covered the full fleshy lips of her cunt. Her legs were slightly parted, and he could clearly make out where her vaginal juices were already slightly darkening her golden pussy-fur.
Christ, she's gorgeous! he thought in stunned awe. And she wants me to fuck her! Not wanting to waste another moment, Max began to struggle out of his clothes. His cock was already hardening, and he had trouble working his shorts over the stiffening shaft, but in a very few seconds he was standing completely naked before Pam, his huge penis jerking higher with every heartbeat.
My God, it's big! she thought in awe as she stared, hypnotized, at his immense rod of flesh. So much bigger than Jack's. How can a woman take a thing like that inside her without being split in two? she wondered in sudden fear. She felt covered with guilt as she stood there, naked before this near-stranger, her body crying out to be taken by him, and used in any way he saw fit. Unable to understand why she felt this way, Pam was unable to effectively battle it. All her life, in ways both subtle and obvious, she had been taught that sex was dirty, an evil act that carried pain and suffering with it. That had always been in the back of her mind when she would make love to Jack, and her brief experience with the young sailor had only served to strengthen those feelings. Every time she gave herself willingly to Jack, a dark, hidden part of her mind had screamed guilt at her. Instinctively she had pulled a portion of herself back from the act, as if this somehow diminished her responsibility.