Shelly casually glanced at her phone when it buzzed. She was taking a break before getting together with her new fiancé and his family. Sometimes all the lovey dovely made her feel claustrophobic. Ray was probably wondering where she was.
"I found you, open the attachment, Mark"
Shelly froze. The text was from her ex-boyfriend. The man she ran away from over a year ago. She packed her bags, and moved to a different state, to a town where no one knew her. Holding her breath, she tapped the attachment and braced herself for the worst. The image loaded, and she gasped. It was a still from a video she had hoped to erase from her memory. Three men were fucking her, Mark, his twin brother, and his dad. It was the night that broke her, the night she realized the depth of Mark's depravity and her submissiveness.
The room grew hot around her, the walls closing in. In the picture, her eyes shone with a twisted mix of pleasure and pain. She ran away from her past and hoped to keep it buried. Before she left, she destroyed all the sex videos from their tumultuous relationship. At least she thought she did. Mark must have hidden backup copies. She felt the heat of a blush creep up her neck remembering all the nasty, dirty things he made her do.
And it wasn't only Mark and his family she had sex with. No, there were others, men and women, that he had brought into their bedroom. He had recorded every moment, every sound she had made, every time she begged to be fucked harder. Shelly felt her stomach lurch as she thought about the videos. He had a digital noose around her neck.
Her eyes searched the bustling pre-Christmas coffee shop, looking for him. Was he watching her right now? Enjoying her reaction? She felt bile rise in her throat. Gathering her things, she bolted for the door, pushing an elderly man out of the way and not bothering to say sorry. The cold, winter air hit her face, snapping her out of her trance. She had hidden her past from her fiancé and now Mark threatened to ruin her new life.
Shelly's heart hammered as she sprinted down the slippery sidewalk. The wind was biting, but she barely felt it. She jumped into her BMW and pushed the start button. Her phone beeped with another text.
"Where are you going in such a rush, sweet buns?"
Her head swiveled around frantically searching for Mark. He was nowhere in sight. She texted back.
"leave me alone
"one last video, then I will leave you alone forever"
The thought of fucking Mark again made her sick.
" or, I can send your boyfriend a copy of your videos"
Mark's text message was a warning he could end her newfound happiness. She felt the world spinning around her, the weight of his blackmail pressing down on her chest like a vice. The car sat idling, forgotten, as she stared at the phone screen, contemplating the horror of her fiancé seeing her sex videos. The thought of Ray's loving face distorted by disgust and betrayal was unbearable. The knock on her window made her scream. Mark stood there, smiling caustically, his eyes cold as the outside temperature.
Her body froze in fear. Panic painted her features as he walked around the front of her car and opened the passenger door. He looked around the luxury car and then at her. "You don't have to be a bitch, Shell. All I want is one more fuck, for old times' sake. Then it's over. Your future hubby doesn't have to know about your sordid past," he taunted.
Shelly's mind searched for an escape, but there wasn't one. "How can I trust you?" she demanded, Her hands trembled. She was trapped and he knew it.
Mark leaned over and laid his hand on her thigh. "You don't have to trust me," he leered. "You have to split your fucking legs and be my dirty little slut one last time." He tightened his grip until she flinched. "You broke my heart, Shell. Now you got to pay the price."
His touch was repulsive, sending sharp reminders swirling in her brain. His eyes were undressing her, his mind already contemplating what he wanted to do to her. Her chest heaved as she considered her options. The fear of losing her fiancé, the thought of Ray seeing those videos, was a knife twisting in her gut. She knew Mark would follow through on his blackmail, he was that kind of monster. He enjoyed watching the world burn. But could she let him abuse her again?
Letting out a deep, shaky breath, she made a decision. "Fine," she spat out, keeping her voice cold and hard. "I'll fuck you on last time, and then you leave me alone for good."
Mark's smile grew wider, showing his perfectly capped teeth. "Good girl," he said, sliding his hand up to her crotch. "Open your legs, bitch!"
Shelly's eyes flashed, but she obeyed, fighting back would make him mad. His hand moved under her skirt, pushing aside her panties. He chuckled darkly. "See, you still want it. You're soaked. You love being my whore."
He slid his finger into her, and she bit her bottom lip to stop a moan from slipping from her lips. Her body was trained to respond to his touch, from years of emotional and sexual manipulation even when her mind recoiled.
"Come on, move your hips," he snarled.
Her eyes searched the street, looking for anyone to save her, but all she saw was the cold indifference of snow. Her trembling hands gripped the steering wheel, and she willed herself not to cry. "Not here, Mark. Let's go somewhere private," she begged, trying to keep the desperation out of her voice. "Someone might see us."
"No," Mark smirked, adding a second finger. "The idea of getting caught turns you on, don't you remember, slut? Make yourself come."
Shelly's eyes watered with shame, but she did as he said, moving her hips slightly, her teeth grinding together. The last thing she wanted was to be discovered. The town was small, and everyone knew everyone. The horror of the situation made her obey. A traitorous moan escaped her throat when Mark touched her clit.
He laughed. "That's my girl. You always were a vocal little whore." His voice was like nails on a chalkboard. She wanted to scream, to tell him to get out, but she didn't dare.
"You like it when I call you my slut, don't you?" He whispered. His tongue licked her long neck.
The car rocked slightly from the rhythm of her hips. She focused on the streetlamp and the falling snow, willing herself not to look at him.
She felt the sickness return in her mind. The one that made her a willing participant. "Finger me, Mark," she mumbled, trying to hide the excitement in her voice. "Do it hard."
His eyes lit up with triumph. "You shouldn't have left me. We had a good thing going on," he whispered into her ear. "I bet Ray doesn't fuck you as good as me." Her head twisted to look at him. Mark knew her fiancé's name. She wondered what else he knew about her new life.
"Come on, baby, show me how much you missed me," Mark said, pushing his fingers into her harder and faster.
She squeezed her eyes shut. The tears were flowing freely now. She could feel her body responding, despite the horror of the situation. Her orgasm washed over her like a dark wave, and she hated herself for it. "Oh, fuck, I'm coming!" she squealed. "You fucking bastard!"
Mark's laugh was triumphant. "See, baby? It's like old times." He withdrew his hand and licked her juices off his fingers. "I'll be in touch," he laughed at the unintended pun. He opened the door and stepped out. "Answer when I call. Don't disappoint me, or I'll make sure everyone in the shitty town knows the kind of whore you are." He slammed the door and disappeared into the night.
Shelly sat there, trembling and disgusted with herself. She felt dirty, used, and violated all over again. She didn't know how he found her, but she knew she couldn't let him win. She had to find a way to end this nightmare. She wiped herself clean and threw the tissue out the window. Ray was waiting for her at his mom and dad's home.
Shelly pulled herself together as she opened the front door of her future in-law's home. The drive here gave her a chance to think. Mark had her trapped. She had to get those videos back somehow. She took a deep breath and forced a smile onto her face as she stepped into the warm embrace of the house. The smell of roast turkey and fixings filled the air. The sound of laughter and football on the TV provided a comforting, yet eerie backdrop to the turmoil inside her.
****
That night in bed with Ray, the feeling in the pit of her stomach from Mark's unwanted touch left her stiff and needy. When the urges grew too strong to ignore, she crawled between the sheets searching for Ray's cock. Her mouth found his hardness and she sucked him deep. "Mm," she groaned in pleasure at the feel of a cock in her mouth. She needed this like a drowning person needs air.
"Whoa!" Ray enthused as Shelly went down on him. "I didn't expect this!" he laughed. "Easy, babe, you're sucking a little hard." He tried to pull her off, but she clamped down with surprising strength. Her teeth scraped his foreskin, and he winced in pain. "Shelly, that's enough," he protested worried that she might accidentally bite him.
"Shut the fuck up!" Shelly snapped. Her angry voice sent a shiver down Ray's spine. She had never been aggressive in bed. "I need to eat your cum!"
Her mouth sucked Ray's cock, but her mind was thinking of Mark's. She tried to drown out the memory of Mark's long thick cock. But it was no use. Mark had infiltrated every part of her, even when he wasn't physically present.
The size of Ray's cock was a stark contrast to Mark's. It felt alien in her mouth, small and insignificant. She took him deep, down to his balls, feeling a pang of regret that Ray didn't make her gag. Mark had tainted her, leaving a dark stain on her soul that no amount of love could scrub clean.
She tried to push Mark out of her mind, if only for a few minutes, but she failed. With her eyes closed, she pictured Mark's smug face and heard his twisted words. She felt like she was playing a part in a twisted play that had no end. She sucked harder, faster, swirling her tongue around Ray's small appendage as her hands worked his balls. The taste was wrong, the feel of Ray's cock in her mouth wasn't enough to fill the void that Mark had left.
Ray grabbed her head. "Now! Right now!" His cum filled her mouth. She didn't swallow, she cherished his cum like it was a magic elixir. Praying the sick hunger that Mark had once again stirred up inside her would reside. She kept her eyes closed, swirling the rancid salty goo around her mouth before letting it slide down her throat. Ray's cum was bitter, it didn't taste like Mark's, it didn't taste like home.
With disoriented eyes, she looked up at Ray. He was smiling, oblivious to the turmoil raging inside her. "Fucking unbelievable!" he exclaimed. "Best blowjob in the world!" He messed up her short blond hair. "Do you want me to go down on you?" The affection in his heart made her feel guilty for wishing it was Mark instead of him filling her mouth with cum.
