"No you won't! You've touched it way too much already! There is no way in hell you'll stick that thing in my butt! Forget it, the deal is off! You couldn't pay me enough money to let you do that to me! Get the hell out of my house!" she screamed furiously at him.
"Oh really? Wow, you sure are phobic about your ass. So this is the end of the contract? No more sex for money? I stop all payments to you and John? Is that what you're telling me?" he asked, calmly sitting down on her side of the bed.
"Yes! Get out, it's over! No more sex! I'll get a job! I'll do what I have to so that I won't have to do all the perverted things you want me to do. I don't know how my sister stays married to you!"
"Your sister loves me. You could learn to, if only you'd relax and go with the flow. I haven't been bad to you at all. I've held up my end of the deal. For all you knew, I could have been into S & M, or scat or something like that." he said, reaching for her ass.
"Whatever, just get out." she wearily told him.
"No. I'm staying and getting what I want.β he told her.
"No, you're leaving. Or do I have to call the police and your wife?" she threatened.
"Okay, fine. I'll take that tape and leave. I'm sure John will want to come over and watch a good porno starring his wife." he said, making as if to leave.
"What? That's my tape! You can't!" she screamed.
"Like you're going to overpower me and get that tape out of my hands? I don't think so. Now, here come your choices: One, You let me fuck you in the ass and the deal continues as it has been. Two, I fuck you in the ass and walk out of here with that tape. The deal ends and the payments end. So, Tori, what will it be?"
"I....wha...no, you just get out! You just go!"
"Fine. I'll show the tape to John. How long do you think it'll take him to sign divorce papers? I wonder if he'll like the part of the tape where you ask me to put it in. So long Tori. Make sure you try and get the car, because after your parents get an edited version of the tape, they most likely won't let you move back in. The car will at least give you a place to sleep." he told, standing up beside the bed.
"You're horrible. A monster. I can't believe..." she whispered.
"Choose. Now. What will it be? If you don't choose, I'll choose for you...and you may not like my choice. No, wait, I guarantee you won't like my choice."
Lying back down on her stomach and laying her head on her arms, Tori began to sob.
"Why do you want to do this to me? Why? Weren't the other things good enough?" she cried.
"You had the guts to setup a camera to film us so that you could blackmail me to stop. So stop the crocodile tears. You just don't really want to work for money. You're nothing but a spoiled brat and you treat John very badly. Maybe this will teach you a small lesson, maybe it won't. But one thing is for sure: Ten minutes from now, my dick is going to be buried all the way in your ass. Now, choose."
"The original deal. I choose the first deal." she husked out.
"Okay. That wasn't so hard now was it? Now, say the words...after all, we need the tape to look good, don't we?"
"Stick your dick in my ass. Do it please." she said in monotone.
"Yes maβam! Your wish is my command!" Brad told her, sitting back down on the side of the bed.
Using his left hand to pull her cheeks apart, Brad placed the lubed fingers of his right hand against her anus. Pushing his index finger against her anus, Brad began to work it in and out of the tight ring. Tori started to whimper as Brad's finger slid thru the tight inner muscle. Brad pulled his finger out of her ass after a few strokes. This caused Tori to moan and Goosebumps to rise all over her body. Sliding his finger back in brought a long moan and shudder from Tori.
"Please don't play with it. Just do what you have to." she whispered back at him.
"Tori, unless you relish the idea of pain, you'll let me do this. Do you really want me to stop?"
"Yeah, stop, please."
"Alright Tori, I'll stop. But don't say I didn't warn you."
"It's gonna hurt anyway. The quicker you rape me the faster..."
Brad leaned back and brought a hand down on her ass. It was a glancing blow, skimming off the top of her right ass cheek.
"Owwwwww! What! What!" she cried, lifting her head from her arms.
"I have not raped you, nor will I ever rape you. You signed that contract and agreed to it. If I ever hear you say that again, you will be sorry for it. Do I make myself clear?" Brad said in a low, cold voice.