Felicity Grahame was the 35-year-old wife of the local parson in a small English town. She had no children of her own but was a stepmother to her husbands 22 year old son from a previous marriage, the first wife had runaway with the church organist when the son Robert was only 1 year old. She had met her Husband Edward at the church fellowship and had agreed to be his wife after a 2-year courtship it had turned out to be a very dull marriage. Felicity had tried to support her husband and had thrown herself into the church and community activities.
One Saturday morning, Felicity felt the sun warming her through her bedroom window as she gradually awakened from her sleep. She became aware of the soreness in her vagina and her breasts and with a cry the memories of her shameful night came rushing back. How could she have behaved the way that she had? She was after all the prudish vicar’s wife and was a leader in the wives association that had campaigned against the low morals prevalent amongst today’s generation, yet she had allowed her body to be used by a man other than her husband in a way that she had only heard of, in some of the court cases she had presided over when she had sat as a magistrate.
She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to shower, on the way she paused in front of the mirror and slipped off her nightgown. She looked at herself and saw a beautiful petite slim figured red haired women 5’ 2” tall with pert 36C breasts crowned with large pink nipples. She gasped at the bruises visible around them and also as she looked down her slim tanned body, on her thighs and pubic area where her lover/rapist’s fingers had grasped, teased and pinched.
She was shocked to discover her nipples hardening at the memories and unconsciously she began to caress herself as intimately as the man had done last night. The fingers of her left hand were rolling the nipple of her right breast as her right hand lowered down to her vagina and she began to rub her clitoris with her thumb and let her forefinger enter into her cunt, as her lover had made her call it. She began to become aroused and closed her eyes and began to recall how she had got into her predicament.
It had started the previous Monday when she received a packet in the post; on opening it she was glad that her husband was not in the room as she had gasped out loud at the contents. They were copies of photographs that showed a naked young woman laying on a bed with a large black penis in her and another one with the same woman sucking on the same penis with another man penetrating her from the rear. What caused her to gasp even more was that the photographs were of her. How could they have been taken, she had never made love to any man other than her husband, as far as she knew yet these photographs showed otherwise.
She looked closely at the men in the pictures and eventually recognised them as being fellow students from her college days. She then remembered that strange experience she had at their graduation party when she had gone back to her flat with a number of friends for the last few drinks. She had seemingly passed out, according to her room mate Thelma, who said that she had been put to her bed. She remembered waking with a sore head and some stickiness around her mouth and on her thighs. Thelma had explained that she had been sick and that Thelma had roughly washed her down.
Felicity was no fool and thought immediately of that date rape drug that had been reported about in the papers and wondered if she had been one of its earlier victims.
There was a note with the photographs and on reading it Felicity almost fainted. The note was a simple threat, unless she agreed to the conditions that were to follow, the photographs would be sent via e-mail to members of her husbands congregation and put on the parish web site.
Felicity was stunned, what could she do, it was obvious that even if she went to the police they could not prevent the emails being sent or them being sent to the web site.
She couldn’t tell her husband, as he was so straight laced after the way his first wife had behaved that he would have no sympathy and throw her out without any thought.
All day she wandered about in a daze and could not sleep that night. It was just as well the she and her husband had separate bedrooms, as he would have questioned her as to why she was so worried.
The following morning she waited impatiently for the postman and rushed to the door to ensure that her husband would not see that she was receiving mail that she would not show him.
There was another packet, a little larger that the previous, she immediately went to her room and opened it. Inside were a rather skimpy scarlet coloured dress, some black nylon stockings, a black suspender belt, a note and another photograph. This one showed her on the bed with the head of another woman between her legs, obviously sucking at her vagina.
The note was brief; it read, wear these clothes and ONLY these clothes on Friday night and go to the Holliday Inn on the outskirts of the nearby city at 6-o-clock. It went on to read, go to the bar and ask the barman for the envelope left for Miss Henderson, in it you will find a room key, go to the room, leave the door open and wait.
Felicity was in complete dismay. Not only were the clothes suitable for a streetwalker but the blackmailer knew her maiden name as well. He must also know that her husband would be away at the weekend for him to pick the only night that she could leave the house without any questions.
Wednesday and Thursday passed in a blur and on Friday just as a reminder another packet arrived with some more photographs showing her giving sexual favours to the 2 men and the woman who has she had guessed was Thelma. They were accompanied by another threat with regard to publishing the photographs and stating that there were 36 similar photographs available.
Felicity decided that she had to comply with the blackmailer’s demands and knowing that it would take about and hour to get to the hotel, at 4 pm showered and dressed in the specified clothing, she looked at herself in the mirror and was surprised to see that the dress fitted her perfectly and was horrified to see that her nipples were prominent and that it could clearly be seen that she was not wearing a brassiere. She put on a raincoat and then drove to the hotel.
She remembered the instructions regarding only to wear the supplied clothes and removed the raincoat before going into the hotel. Felicity felt all of the men staring at her as she crossed to the bar but did not look around to see the effect that she was having, the barman looked at her appreciatively and on her request gave her the envelope.
Moving out of the bar she opened it and removed the key, noted that it was for room 101 and following the signs went to the room. She opened the door and entered, she saw a note on the table and read it. Following the instructions it contained she opened the bottle of vodka and made a large screwdriver with the orange juice and drained it in one. She was not used to alcohol and immediately felt its affect, she took another one and sat on a chair wondering what was to come.
The door opened and to her surprise there stood a young man slim waisted and about 6’ tall with short brown hair and she knew that he was, as the ladies in the sewing circle said, devishly handsome for it was Robert her stepson. She rose to her feet and asked him what he was doing there, Robert laughed and threw a photograph at her, and it was another one in the series.
She could hardly believe her ears when he said that he was glad that she had followed his instructions to the letter and was even more surprised to hear him say.
“ I have been spying on you in your bedroom for years, and have been wanting to fuck that great body of yours ever since I knew what my prick was good for.”
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She began to plead with him to behave as a son should and how he was dishonouring his father, she reminded him that he had been calling her Mom for 10 years.
“You have been my son in my mind ever since I met you, even before I married your father.” she cried.
Robert laughed even louder and said that he knew that his father had stopped fucking her a few years ago, when she had asked him to give her a child. Now he was going to take over those duties.
Felicity realised that with all of the preparation that he done to blackmail her into this situation, he was serious and quietly asked him what was going to happen next.
Robert grinned and said.