Chapter 1

Mandy Smith, had just turned 40 years old, but she had the figure of someone much younger. The dark haired beauty wasn’t skinny, but certainly not fat either. It was obvious to anyone looking at her that she’d looked after herself. She stood at 5ft 4”’ and had a real sexy figure. Her breasts were a 36C, but today Mandy sat crying in her kitchen and wondered what the hell had she done to deserve this? It was so unfair. She was trapped between a rock and a hard place. It all started the night she got drunk on a girlie night out with a neighbour. It turns out the neighbour, Gail, whom Mandy thought was a friend, was blackmailed into getting Mandy out for the night. Gail was also tasked with getting Mandy drunk and drugged. Basically, her job was to have Mandy ready to be gang banged, not out of it completely, but pliable enough to carry out sex acts, which would be photographed so they could start blackmailing Mandy too.

So, who was they? That’s was the frustrating thing, it appeared that neither Gail, or herself had a clue who were now controlling their lives.

Since the girls night out, Mandy had only seen Gail once and that was purely so Gail could explain to Mandy how her life was going to be from now on. Sure, Gail had apologised and seemed genuinely sorry for her part in luring Mandy into the trap, but like she’d explained, she had no option. She didn’t actually tell Mandy what they had on herself, but she told her it was enough to have her put in prison.

Mandy thought back to how happy she was the day she, her husband and their two teenaged children were when they moved into this exclusive little neighbourhood 3 months ago. They’d had it tough over the years, but since her husband Bill had been promoted, things had never been better. They finally seemed to be back on their feet for the first time since starting a family.

Bill, was a proud family man who was coming up to 46 years of age. He was a strong man at 6ft tall, not fat, but solid, with big shoulders and a big chest. He counted himself one of the luckiest men alive. He adored his wife Mandy and of course, he thought the world of his two children, Katie, who’d just turned 16 and Daniel who was a couple of years younger.

Katie took after her mother, she was 5ft tall, had shoulder length dark hair, a slim figure and a 34B pair of breasts. Whereas Daniel took after his dad. He was already 5ft 10” with an impressive developing physique.

Bill and Mandy had always been faithful to each other, well up until Mandy’s night out of course, but to be fair to Mandy, the events of that night were not her fault. Not that her husband would see it that way, or indeed their children, respective families, friends and last but not least, the church community they belonged to.

Yes, Mandy was in turmoil and wondered when her first instructions would arrive. It was driving her mad; the waiting, the not knowing who was behind it all, the not knowing what sordid instructions she’d be given and worse still, could she really trust them to keep quiet about the events of that fateful girlie night if she did do their bidding?

A week had passed since Gail had shown Mandy the incriminating photos of her having sex with not just one man, but three. The photo’s showed Mandy knelt naked in front of them to start with and then with each of their cocks, one after another, in her mouth. The photo’s showed close ups of her sucking their cocks. Her eyes were bright and to Mandy’s horror, she looked like she was enjoying it.

Then there were photos of her being fucked. There were some of her sat on a cock riding with wanton lust, another of her being fucked from behind while she sucked the cock of another and then one of her laid on her back, a man fucking her while she held the cocks of the other two in her hands.

There were photos of her smiling with cum all over her face too. Good god, she was in deep shit, but despite seeing the photos, Mandy had no recollection of the events whatsoever. Whatever they gave her drug wise seemed to have done the trick for them, as she didn’t appear to have been forced into any of it and actually looked very happy to be in that gang bang situation.

Mandy thought back to the photos and wracked her brain to think if she’d ever seen any of the men before, but she hadn’t, she didn’t get any comfort from that knowledge in the slightest, in fact it made her feel dirty and cheap.

Gail had told her to expect an email with instructions and unless she wanted the photos to be distributed to all and sundry, she’d better carry out the instructions without hesitation. Gail assured her that she knew the men were clean and that they didn’t cum inside her, so there was no risk of pregnancy. It was like Gail was reading from a script and had to remember things to tell her.

Mandy had stared at the photos and she’d kept asking why she’d been set up like this, but Gail didn’t have any answers for her. She told Mandy that she didn’t know why they chose herself either, it was as if it was because they just could.

Gail had been very matter of fact and Mandy could tell she really didn’t want to be there. Gail had been there because she’d been ordered to be. She didn’t offer Mandy much advice, other than to do as she was told. It was clear to Mandy that Gail had her own problems to deal with.

After about 30 minutes Gail had scooped the photos up and explained to Mandy that unless they instructed it, she wouldn’t be allowed to meet up with her again. She gave her a hug and with tears in her eyes she said she was so sorry once again before leaving.

All this had played on Mandy’s mind for the last week; Mandy, back to the present, wiped her eyes and for the first time hoped that, whoever the blackmailer was, had decided not to follow through with anything. Bill had gone to work and the children were at school, so she made herself a cup of tea and sat down knowing she had to check her phone for possible emails.

Mandy’s heart missed a beat as she saw there was an email in her inbox. She knew it was from ‘them’, her blackmailers. It read:

Hello Mandy,

We trust you are well and enjoyed the photos that we asked Gail to kindly show you and we also hope you enjoyed reliving the fun you had at our little get together last week. Alas, none of the men in the photos were me, but I have to say, your lovers for the night were very complimentary of how you performed for them. They said you were one of the best fucks they’d had for many months, which makes me think your husband Bill is a very lucky man indeed.

We believe Gail explained we’d be in touch and we do hope you see sense in helping us out with our little whims and desires, of course anything we ask of you is only a request and you can always say no.

We are nothing, if not considerate to how you must be feeling right now, therefore today’s request is a nice easy one. Shortly you will be receiving a delivery from a mail order company that we have taken the liberty of ordering you some toys to play with from.

All we ask is that you sign for the package, open it in your bedroom, familiarise yourself with each of the toys, take a series of selfie photos sucking on each one and email them back to us at this email address. We want to see your eyes looking directly into the camera while you do so. If you do this for us, we will not ask anything else from you today.

Finally, remember to hide the toys carefully from your husband, we’d hate him to think of you as a dirty slut owning such toys.

Enjoy your afternoon and we look forward to seeing your email later.

KR
Mr & Mrs C.

Mandy stared at her phone in disbelief, she re-read the email in shock. It was so conversational and what did they mean she had a choice? As she re-read it again and again, she looked for any clues she could gain from the words, but there was nothing. She thought how clever the wording was, making it sound like a game and very non threatening; however, she was under no illusion that the message contained an underlying threat. Why else would someone go to the trouble of drugging her and take photos of her like they had?

Then she thought of the request and had so many unanswered questions in her head; she wondered what toys they had ordered, she wasn’t so stupid to think they were kids toys, oh no, she new they’d be sex toys, but having never even seen one, never mind played with one, she didn’t know what to expect.

The doorbell rang, which made Mandy jump out of her skin. Her heart was beating faster than normal when she saw the outline of a delivery man through the frosted glass of her front door.

“Good afternoon Ma’am, I have a delivery for you from playthings.cm, looks like you’re going to be having some fun this afternoon lady” said the man as he handed her the rectangular box with playthings.cm plastered all over the box.

Mandy went bright red, but daren’t come back with a comment. Instead, she stammered her thanks as she signed for the package.

The man smiled and winked at her before leaving which made her feel so dirty and that was before she’d seen the contents.

Mandy knew what she had to do. She didn’t want to, but knew she she didn’t have a choice. She went into the lounge first, poured herself a large glass of brandy and gulped it down in one. The burn she got from the liquor made her feel calmer and less in a dream state.

She found a pair of scissors to open the box and went upstairs to the master bedroom.

Mandy was shaking as she started to slit the tape securing the box from playthings.cm. There seemed a lot of packaging, but eventually started to reveal the contents. The first she thing she pulled out was in a small package, she read the name on the package ‘Pocket Rocket’. It was a small torpedo shaped vibrator of about 3” long and about 3/4” in diameter, it was silver in colour and pointed on the end. Mandy cut the plastic moulded outer package and pushed it out and as she did, a battery fell out with some instructions of how to open the pocket rocket and insert the battery. Mandy was shocked, but intrigued, so proceeded to pop the battery in and as she did the toy burst into life. Mandy shrieked and dropped it on the carpet. Mandy was breathing heavily and was shaking from head to toe. She asked herself what the hell she was doing entertaining this request, but remembered the photos. If only she could remember the night they were taken, but she couldn’t.

The buzzing on the carpet brought Mandy back to the present again and she picked it up wondering what the hell she’d been sent these things for. She turned it off and put it to her mouth. She frowned as she slipped it into her mouth. She looked in the mirror and tried to look directly at herself, but felt embarrassed. Instinct took over and she practised her look with the toy in her mouth. Once satisfied that she’d got it right, she lifted her phone and snapped a selfie while sucking on the pocket rocket. She thought she looked silly in the photo, but she’d done it and to be honest with herself, this request was no where near as bad as she’d feared.

Mandy cleared the packaging away, putting it in a plastic carrier bag and then put the pocket rocket in the little cloth bag provided with it.

She reached for the next items and laid them out, still in their packaging, on the bed. There was an 8” pink vibrator, three butt plugs in differing sizes, the biggest looking huge and a cock shaped dildo which was about 10” long, sporting a pair of plastic testicles at the base and finally a tube of KY Jelly.

Mandy was shocked and disgusted with what was laid out on her bed. She wondered where on earth she was going keep this stuff so Bill wouldn’t find them.

The time was getting on and she knew she only had about two hours before Katie and Daniel came home from school, so she ripped off all the packaging and as quickly as possible, popped each one in her mouth and took the requested selfies. She just did it without thinking as she knew she didn’t want these disgusting things out when her children got back from school.

The vibrator was just like a bigger version of the pocket rocket, so didn’t feel like anything. She didn’t know what the butt plugs were really for, so didn’t really worry about these either until it came to the big one, she couldn’t fit it in her mouth, so just sucked the end and snapped the selfie to get it over and done with. The cock shaped dildo was another matter as it looked too much like a cock, it was brown too, which made her feel even worse. Not that she was racist at all, but it just felt so wrong. Nevertheless she held it by the balls and put her lips around the cock end. It reminded her of how she looked in the photos. Mandy felt her stomach heave at this point and had all on keeping herself from puking all over her bedroom floor.

Somehow she got herself together, held her phone at arms length while holding the plastic cock and balls in her mouth and took the selfie.

Mandy breathed in heavily and sighed in relief, she’d done the first part of the request, well the selfies anyway. She knew she had to familiarise herself with the toys, but thought she’d do that tomorrow as soon as the kids and her hubby were out of the way.

Next, Mandy cleared all the empty packaging away thoroughly, making sure there wasn’t any tell tale signs of anything on the floor, or the bed. She found a small overnight bag, which was quite colourful and something Bill would never think of opening, it was just the thing to keep her toys in. That annoyed her, thinking of them as her toys. They were not her toys, how could they be? After all she hadn’t chosen them, they were the toys of her blackmailers! That’s when it hit her; “Mr and Mrs C” She thought to herself. It dawned on her that it was a husband and wife who were blackmailing her. She shook her head, too angry to cry. She asked herself how another woman could do this to her. She understood why a prevented bastard, could do this to her and Gail, but surely not another woman. Her mind raced. Maybe Mrs C had been blackmailed into marrying him Mr C.

“Stop it, stop it” she told herself. Mandy knew it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge at the moment, but her instinct told her she had to act as normal as possible in front of Bill and the children if she was going to get through this. Surely the blackmailers would get bored and move onto someone else. Mandy consoled herself with that thought.