This story is one of fantasy and it is not to imply that I approve or condone blackmail or rape. The people mentioned in this story are made up and any resemblance to someone real is strictly a coincidence.
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Months have passed since I was first blackmailed into becoming a slut for Lenny and Devon. It was intense in the first months, but had reduced greatly of late. The daily visits had dwindled down to only once, maybe twice a week. In some ways I was relieved, but in other ways... I must confess that I am still abusing myself, even to the point of getting crank once a week and snorting enough to keep me up all night, masturbating nearly the entire time. With those exceptions, life is almost normal. Eric still does not know anything and I have even had the pleasure of a date or two lately. It disturbs me that I do not orgasm with him anymore. Of course, I fake one so he will not feel bad. Still, the sex is too... normal. Usually after he leaves, I take matters into my own hands and get the job done.
Arriving home this Friday, I found a note on my door. I recognized the handwriting at once as Devon's. I went inside and ripped it open. My heart almost stopped as I read the note.
"Slut, it is time for you to see Lenny. Tomorrow you will drive to the prison and visit him in a trailer. Do not miss this appointment, or else!"
Trailer? Oh my god... I knew at once what that meant. That night, I could not sleep. I was horrified at the prospect of what I was to do. So much in fact that I did not even masturbate, regardless of the fact that I was wet all night.
The next morning, I found myself driving up to the prison. At the gate, I watched as vehicles were directed by the guards to go to the right. I turned on my right blinker but as the guard looked at my ID, he told me to go left. Confused, I did as instructed. I drove a short distance to where there was a marked patrol car. A guard directed me to a parking space and approached me.
"Come with me" was all he said.
I followed him into a building, set off from the main part of the prison commons. Inside there was another guard, black and very hard looking. He said a single command.
"Get undressed, we need to check you for contraband."
"What?" was all I could say.
"I said get undressed, now!"
I started fumbling with the buttons on my blouse as a unique humiliation spread over me. What did he mean by check me for contraband? I stripped down to my panties in front of him and he said,
"Everything."
