The Blackmail of William Harris

[headpop]

The Blackmail of William Harris - Bill Harris was a cocky son of a bitch. High roller, high stakes, and high ambition lead the man right into her web of blackmail and eventual death. When Bill got an early illegal tip on Bertrand Investments and dumped the stock in a multi million dollar move, it was only the beginning of a long and laborous love with a woman that would eventually kill him. But would first blackmail him into submissive roleplay in her bed. In elevators. In dark closets on the 31rst floor of their office complex. At a whim. With hot passionate obsession, she climbed the guy, almost oblivious to her surroundings. Like he was meat.

Bill lost all his humanity at the fear of being turned in. Until one dark night the tight straps around his wrists and ankles, and the weird plastic wrap around his naked body got her so excited ... so catatonic in the heat of her passion ... that wrapped tight and sound, in knot and leg, she held on deep in passionate orgasm that would never end. That would take him to a far away place in her depths ... to his death.

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It was dark and stank anticeptic. Bill couldn't see anything. But he heard her. He heard her breathing. Then it was a rumble. Slaps ... punches ... defeaning silence other than the dark and unseen blows. Then all of a sudden it stopped, and just like before he knew what for. She was stripping off her pantyhose and her underwear. What surprise did she have in store for him today? He didn't know. He couldn't think about it. Then he felt the thighs climb over his shoulders and they both fell over, and down to the floor ...

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There could be scenes where he threatens her. Maybe even hits her and threatens to kill her, it gets so tiresome the unrelenting submission she wants from him. But it's more than just a one on one with her. Because she already owns him. "Down!" She says ... unscathed. With his hand grabbing the hair on the back of her head, and blood dripping down her lip. And you see Bill's eyes sink in their sockets. Beyond tears. "Down .." "Why do you do this to me? Leave me alone!" He says going down to his knees. But she's unrelenting. And up and over the shoulders his head disappears in her thighs, and she squeezes. Spit flying up ... And not a word said. Excruciatingly silent. Except for the struggling, and the heavy breathing.

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good idea eh? :)

[DU007]

Powerful writing, headpop.....yours...?...And nice idea, allright...

Develope into a full story...?....Like to read that...

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Thanks Downunder. Yup, my writing. It's kinda close to fatal attraction, so it's not very unique.

The torture could go on for months, but the masturbation aspect of it makes it always get worse. Increasingly more and more elaborate and, though not necessarily violent, demanding on him. She finds sexual satisfaction in making him be her toilet. Especially scat. She has him to where he's supposed to swallow and clean up afterwords, rinsing his mouth out with listerine.

And the final scene, the climax, was inspired by beautiful lady christas bed scene in the sheets. During a weekend one morning she just finally decides to take his life after a night of sweat between her legs. Mercilessly. The lack of mercy is a kind of a turnon. And it's a quiet death. Not a peep. Just a man wound up tight and sound, and a tight squeeze, cold cold pearly white lips staring up at the ceiling. And she feels everything.

Becomes a true addict..

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yup, you'd think a beautiful and intelligent woman like that would have some kind of conscience. I could try to write about a kind of a conflict she has with herself about it. But the whole thing... every time she thinks about it... the gratification is overwhelming. She loses herself in it. A genuine neural frenzy that always takes her conscience away, and makes her want to do it again. Even grab a teddy bear by the bed and masturbate.

She's a US Marshall. A corporate henchperson in search of stock market fraud. With many many potential men in her service..

[Cheek2Cheek]

Yeah, I'd like her to use him as toilet paper, even her toilet, and get completely aroused by it and his struggling to cope with it. A complete asslicker. No escape. No mercy. Go for it, headpop.

[longliks]

It's gripping headpop. Great idea and your writing seems to push the limits of imagination. Please keep it going. Thank you.

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Thank longliks, cheek2cheek.

I'll see if I can write something up. Post it later. :)

[humanchair]

She's a US Marshall. A corporate henchperson in search of stock market fraud. With many many potential men in her service..

That's a great idea

The men involved in stock market fraud are usually already asskissers. They use their asskissing ability to work their way up the corporate chain of command.

[Cheek2Cheek]

Hey Headpop, what happened to the story?

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Oh I got embarassed. I did a thing with a orange. I gotta ask a lady I know if women can do that (stick an orange in there).

I'm too red faced to continue..

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Anyway, yah she cuts him down a few levels over the course of a few months. The guy learns what a nemisis is. And there's a moment when he finally reaches his limit and hits her, pulls her hair. That's when she smothers him to death one dark night. Goes an finds another broker to blackmail.

[Cheek2Cheek]

Yeah, ok. Whatever, dude. Whatever it is your smoking, how about sharing it with the rest of us? Must be good shit. And the point of this whole thread was...what?