Blackmailed
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Married boxer gets caught in the arms of another woman. To prevent people from blackmailing him into through a fight for the pictures they took, the boxer hires a PI to take care of the problem. PI's cold-fish-wife gets mistaken for PI's clients wife and gets gang-banged. Thugs get rounded up by PI and police. Everyone lives happily fucking-each-other there after.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual NonConsensual Rape Coercion Blackmail Lesbian Cheating Gang Bang Oral Sex Novel-Pocketbook Violence
Warren Ramsey, Jack Stearns and Ollie Pratt were dressed now, and Warren had ordered Betty tied up again. Not bothering to cover her shameful nakedness and sperm covered body, they had bound and gagged her, leaving her there on the bed where she had been ravished to sort out her thoughts and feelings.
Outside Jay Ballard and Arnie Pearson played the same waiting game. As Jay had explained it, "Sooner or later... one of them'll come out... and we nail him!"
Inside the cabin, Warren growled, "Stop worrying... damn it! He'll have to come back... his car is still here!"
"... But it's been over two hours, now!" Jack Stearns fumed. "I think I'll go out and take a look around! He could be bringing all the fuzz in the County down on us!"
Confidently, Warren declared, "He won't go to the police!"
Stearns came out onto the porch and looked out into the gathering darkness, seeing that Arnie's rental car was undisturbed. Everything seemed to be peaceful and quiet, but Jack was worried. I wonder where the hell he is... ? As he turned to go back into the cabin, he slumped without a sound from a sharp blow to the back of his neck, delivered by Jay Ballard. Arnie caught him and together the two men moved off into the darkness, carrying Stearns' unconscious form. He was soon disarmed and tied securely, lying in a ditch beside the road.
"One down... and two to go!" Jay whispered. "... And, it won't be long before they'll be looking for him!"
They settled down to wait. Five minutes passed.
"What the hell's keeping Jack... ? Maybe you'd better check on him, Ollie!" Ramsey growled.
"He's mine!" Arnie whispered.
Ollie came out of the cabin, his pistol clutched in his good left hand. He peered into the darkness. "Stearns!" he called. "Where the hell are you?"
"Over here... Ollie!" Jay stage-whispered.
The former boxer moved toward him, as Arnie came from behind, Jack's pistol in his hand.
"Drop the gun... Ollie!" Arnie told him, low-voiced.
"Son-of-a-bitch! Arnie!"
He swung around to level his pistol, just as Jay sprang from cover, bringing his own hand gun down in a short, hard arc against Ollie's gun-clutching hand. The steel barrel crunched the bones of that hand, and the pistol clattered to the porch flooring.
"OOww!" he screeched, looking down, helplessly, as he realized both his hands were broken.
Ramsey, hearing Ollie's shriek of pain, jumped up from his chair and dashed toward the front door, his pistol in his hand.
Standing in the darkness of the porch, Jay could have shot him... but he didn't. He wanted the man to live... to face a court. The crazy impulse to charge in shooting had already been stilled. Now, he coolly waited for his man and chopped him down with a stunning blow to the back of the neck as he came through the door.
Pausing only long enough, to pick up Ramsey's pistol and grunt to Arnie, "Take care of them!" he headed toward the bedroom and his wife.
