Blackmailed. My past caught up me Part 3

What Stan has been making me do is getting so bad and being raped by not only him but his two friends has me thinking dark thoughts.

Wednesday morning sitting at my station, I was so sore I could sit flat on my butt, I was having to sit on one cheek, then the other was making my back to start to ache as well. One of the other girls came by asking if I was at a party last night, to which I give her a nasty look with her going away quickly. I know it was mean of me, but I was starting to hate this whole fucking world. Stan came by just as lunch time hit. He said " Linda I think last night was maybe a bit to much for you, so take tonight off, and we can just have a night of it tomorrow, just you and me in your bed. Won't that be nice, not having to drive home after us having our fun. Oh I have a new video to show you, it's better then that one from years ago. How about we have dinner together first? I will tell you what to wear tomorrow later."

Stan walked away, as it was all I could do not to throw up and maybe I didn't is due to the fact I can't remember the last time I had anything to eat. I went into the washroom sitting on the toilet, with my cell phone looking at the picture of my husband. I wanted so badly to call him, and tell him that I'm so sorry before ended it all. I already typed out a note, saying everything that Stan has done to me, and why. That note is a page and a half long. I have been having a hard time doing my job, and have been making many mistakes that I had to redo. I don't want to be the one that make the businesses that I do books for, to have to pay more then they already do, some are small mom and pop type businesses, and they hardly make enough to put food on their tables at night. My boss is a sweet man who cuts the rate what we charge for these people.

Over lunch I thought about who would miss me. My husband would be what, well it would kill his spirit if I do this. Then there's my brothers who I love dearly, it would destroy them, we were so close growing up, and they always protected me. God I could use them now, but I don't want them to know what I did. Stan walked up dropping a note on my desk just before quitting time. I wanted so much to throw it in the garbage, but I know what Stan could do if I didn't do as he askes of me. It read ' tomorrow wear a skirt that is at least 4 inches above the knee ,then I want you to wear no panties and if you have hosiery you can wear that. Now next wear at top that buttons up the front and is easy to see through. At work you can wear a bra, but before we go into the place I want us to eat at, you will remove your bra. Have a good night Linda.'

I went home so upset that I couldn't even eat a banana, cause it reminded me of what I have been forced to have in my mouth. I took a long hot bubble bath, and after made myself a bowl of beef barley soup. I had about half the bowl when my cell went off. I wasn't going to answer it until my oldest brother's face came up. I answered talking to him was making me feel a bit better, but he kept asking me if something was wrong. I told him the my husband had to go to LA on business, and it had me upset that he was gone. Yes I was bullshitting my own brother, but if I told the truth, I don't think I would make it through the night. He said " Linda I'm coming to see you this weekend, and you can tell what is fucking got you sounding like this, and you can BS some people, but not me. So I WILL see you on Saturday early, got it sis?" I said ok with us saying our goodbyes.

The next day I dressed like the slut Stan wanted, but at work I did have panties on with a bra, but still felt naked in front of the people I work with. Stan came by around 11 saying " Linda you look good enough to eat. I will be next to your car after work, and don't even think about leaving early, or else. Got it?" I nodded my head not wanting him to hear my voice, which I'm sure would have my anger in my voice. I can't piss him off can I? I need to protect my husband from finding out. My bosses eyebrows raised when he seen how I was dressed, as I felt so ashamed, but what could I do to stop this.

I left my desk with the note I had wrote in my inbox, so if I did something bad happened it would be found. Tonight it had to end, one way or the other. Stan was sitting on the fender of my car as I walked out. He jumped up saying " I will drive so you can get well less dressed." Here I am, sitting in my own car taking my bra off, and trying now to show the world my breasts. I finally got it done, as he stopped for a red light pushing his hand up my skirt feeling my panties. He turned to me and said " Get those FUCKING PANTIES OFF NOW BITCH, I told you NO panties, now get them off now, and give them to me." I worked my panties off handing them to Stan. He opened his window throwing them on the hood of the taxi beside us, as he yelled to the driver " HERE YOU CAN KEEP THESE." I wanted to get under the dash, but Stan was loving every minute of it.

We pulled in the a restaurant that we do the books for, and I have met the owners a couple times. Why would he take me here, I mean the food here isn't cheap like how I feel right now. He had a table reserved that was on the raised area, so anyone could see my legs, if they looked our way. After last time with Stan and his friends, I don't even have any hair left to somewhat cover my kitty. I wish Stan would just drop dead of a stroke, yes a stroke, so he could lay in a hospital bed for years being kept alive, but not knowing any thing or anybody. God please make it happen! Stan grabbed my hand saying " Come on sweet cheeks move your ass. " Please, please now god, do it now. But no Stan made me sit beside him facing everyone who was in the lower part, which had to be 30 or so people.

Stan put his fucking arm around me like we were on a date, as he said " Linda I want you to open your legs until I say stop." I slowly did as he wanted, and when my knees had to be a foot apart he said " Ok Linda you can stop that should be enough, but now I want you to undo 3 top buttons on your top, and do it right now." By undoing 3 buttons my top would be open to half way between my breasts, and my belly button. The server was a man about my age who's eyes were glued on my top, and I'm sure my, well you know. I now had 4 guys who kept looking our way, and my face had to be the color of a fire engine, as it felt like it was on fire. Stan ordered for us not that I could eat anything, but when our meals came he said " If your not going to eat, then I want you to pull your skirt up and play with your cunt, so your friends watching get a eye full of what kind of slut you are. I bet most would pay me 5 bucks to fuck you. But I'm not sure you are worth that much. Maybe we should go to a park where a lot of teens hang out at, I bet I could sell your cunt to them, they may pay that 5 bucks to fuck a white woman." It was all I could do not to throw up all over the table, and if I had ate even a bit I think I would've. Stan made me pay the bill which was over a 200 bucks, and when our waiter came to the table Stan said " Hey, if you want she will suck you off right here for your tip?" I think the guy felt sorry for me, or at least I hoped he did.

It wasn't dark yet as we got back to my car with Stan saying he was driving. We got in with Stan saying " I think you should unzip me, and blow me as I drive back to your place. I want you to do a real good job of it bitch, cause if you don't I'm going to sit on the hood, in front of your place until you get a belly full of my sweet cream, got is slut?" I didn't answer, just did as he told me to do. It didn't matter anymore, cause I have decided I'm not going to be alive by morning, but if I can do it, either is Stan. He drove where it would be bumper to bumper traffic, so I was doing me best to make him cum. He tried to stay besides a city bus, as he pulled my skirt up to my hips, it didn't matter. I finally got him to cum mostly straight down my throat, but some in my mouth which I swallowed as quick as I could.

I was allowed to pull my skirt down, as we went into my condo with Stan. I hoped no one seen me as I opened the door going in. Stan said " Lights on, drapes open, strip bitch." With it mostly dark outside, so anyone could see me but fuck it, it doesn't matter. I stripped, as he bent me over the end of the couch, as he rammed all his fingers in my kitty hurting me so badly, I was on the edge of passing out, when his hand some now went inside of me. I thought he was going to rip my insides out. He fucked me with his fist pounding his hand in so hard and deep, I was sure I would rip open at any second.

I was just like a rag doll when I heard " What the fuck." Then a scream, a mans scream, as Stan's hand left my body. I closed my eyes saying in my mind thank you god, as I heard a crash and as I looked into the room, Stan going through the air before a new crash, then my brother kicking Stan so hard in his ribs I heard his ribs breaking. I rolled onto the floor, as I said " Please stop, don't kill him bro." Tom looked at me saying " But sis he needs it." As Gary my other brother walked up, and with his work boot kick Stan so hard between his legs he slid 2 feet across the floor. Gary said " I had to get one of my own in on the black piece of shit."

Gary found my robe, and with Stan moaning in pain rolling on the floor. Tom and Gary got the whole story out of me over the next 3 hours. Tom got up, and said to Stan " I want everything you have on my sister, and if you hold one thing back, I will take you apart piece by piece, until you can't walk, you can't see, you can't hear, and you can't talk. I will let you live, just that way until you die of old age. Now get on your fucking feet cause we are going to your place Stan." My brothers picked Stan up it a way that had to hurt, with his arms that far up his back almost to his head. Before they went out the door Gary said " Lin, we will be back once we are done with this piece of black shit."

I took a shower then cleaned up the broken coffee table and other things, with Tom and Gary walking in a few hours later. Tom said " Sis that sorry sack of shit won't ever see you, call you, or talk to you in anyway ever again. He will never be back to where you work either. We put him on a bus headed for a place, where his color don't get along with who lives there. We got everything he had on you, and we burned it all. Now when your hubby gets home, you will tell him someone broke in, and didn't know we were here, and we took care of him in our own way. He doesn't need to know about Stan, and what he did, but if you find you have something inside of you, just call and we will have it removed and thrown in the dump where it belongs. But if I was you, I would tell your hubby what you had to do to pay for school, and to live. If he loves you the way I think he does, he will understand. Now where's the rum, cause all 3 of us are going to get drunk, and then forget this night ever happened."

I sent a text to my boss telling him that whatever it was that I have, came back and I wouldn't be in. I hopefully can be in Monday. My brothers stayed until Sunday morning, as I cried my eyes out knowing my brother still have my back. After they left, I sat with my husband I told him what I did before I married him. He kissed me saying " Linda my love, at times we all do things we don't want to in order to make our way through life. What you told me is something that doesn't not matter, and will never matter. Your the love of my life, and I only live due to you being in my life. Now lets go to bed, it's been some time, and I want you so much if you feel up to it that is?" I got up as I pulled my husband with me to our bedroom, and into our bed.

For the first time in some time I made love with the man, I love so much. Stan will slowly go into a forgotten memory. Oh and my bare kitty, my husband loves that I did that for him, and now I shave him bare as well. He now has found out oral sex both giving and getting is a great way of showing our love for each other. So I guess there is some good that came out of what happened.