Chapter 1

Debra Barone drove her car into the uncertain fate that awaited her. Her ordeal had all began some three months ago. First she had found the photos in a large blue envelope left in the car seat while she was dropping the twins off at school. She had immediately recognized the photos. She had allowed her old boyfriend Nick to take them of her back in college before she had ever met Ray. At the time she had convinced herself it was art with Nick being an amateur photographer and majoring in art while attending school on an athletic scholarship but now looking back in retrospect it was nothing more than smutty porn. She couldn't believe she had ever allowed him to take photos like this of her in the first place. But in her defense she had been young, adventourous and stupid. She was an adventurous college student at the time experimenting with her own sexuality and Nick hadn't been the first to take a raunchy photo of her, she had been photographed raising her shirt at Mardi Gras and to her dismay found the picture on the front page of the local section of the local paper the next day black bars covering the nipples on her exposed chest.

When the couple had finally broke up Nick swore he had given her all the prints and negatives. She took them, and after reviewing them disgusted at herself for allowing him to take so many photo's of her in so many disturbing poses from those of her with her legs spread while she fingered her sex to those of her with his cock resting on her chin or down her throat, convinced she had them all she then burnt them and put it behind her. She met Ray a couple of years later and never looked back. Then some 7 years later she had seen Nick's obituary in the paper and attended his funeral just over a year ago. His carefree life had been the cause of his early demise, and as Debra looked back at the life she had before Ray and her children she knew she had made the right choice. She had a loving husband and 3 wonderful children. Sure Ray was an idiot sometimes but he was her idiot and she loved him.

The first note left with the photo's had warned her not to tell anyone or else. It threatened everyone starting with her Mother-in-law Marie would get a set of the photos of her if she didn't do exactly as she was instructed. The note instructed her to go to a local motel after dropping her kids off at school the next day to make the payment arrangements necessary to keep the photos from those she loved. She was told to put on the included blindfold and knock on the door of room 315. With the warning of what would happen if she refused, she knew she had no choice but to obey.

Debra knew there was no way she could ever let Marie or anyone else for that matter see the photos of her. Marie already hated her or so it felt and Frank and Robert would be unbearable to be around after being seeing photos of her like that. Deep down she thought Marie actually loved and accepted her as her daughter-in-law, but she knew the photos would change that and ruin her life. No way would the saint Marie ever accept the fact that her little angel Ray had married a tramp who would have had photos like that taken of her. She would never let Debra live it down. That would be bad enough if she only saw them a few times a year on holiday's and had to suffer the indignity, but to live next door to her in-laws and have to face Marie day after day, no way could she live with that. There was no way she could allow that to happen. She decided to do as the note instructed to keep those photos from her family. She feared what might happen but believed she could handle it. She wouldn't do anything else to jeopardize her marriage, but she had to get those photos back without anyone else seeing them.

She arrived at the motel that day and followed the instructions on the note to the letter. Standing in front of the door she looked around worried before placing the blindfold over her eyes and timidly knocking on the door and waiting. After what seemed like an eternity standing at the door blindfolded she heard it open. She flinched as a gentle hand took hold of her arm and led her into the room. Debra Barone's heart stopped as a quiet and gentle male voice told her to have a seat; her purse was taken from her hand as she sat slowly in the chair. She had worn one of Ray's sweatshirts and a pair of her sweatpants under the thick winter coat she wore. She had tried to ugly herself up the best she could. She wore no make-up and left her hair a mess from restless night's sleep. The triple layer of clothes she wore made it impossible to see her figure and made her look much fatter than she was. Debra had stopped by the bank gotten all the cash she could then she had gone to an ATM machine taking out as large a cash advance on all their credit cards as she could, she only hoped it would be enough. She had no idea how much money it would take to buy back the photos but she knew she had to get them. She waited in silence listening to the motion around her. She thought there must be two or more people in the room from the sounds of movement she heard.

Deciding five minutes of silence must have passed Debra finally spoke up. "Hello?" she said the fear echoing in her voice.

"Yes Mrs. Barone what can I do for you?" the soft voice responded to her.

"I... I don't. well I just wondered what was happening?" she said

"What do you think is happening?" the voice asked

"Um well I don't know." She paused "I guess I just don't understand why I'm here." She asked sounding confused and worried

"Well you drove yourself here Mrs. Barone I would hope you know why you're here." The voice said smugly. "So why don't you tell me why you're here?"

"Aaugh well I guess... no I mean I came here to get the pictures of me... You said to be here to make payment arrangements... I uh don't really have a lot of money but I brought what I could so... well I mean what do you want for the pictures?" Debra asked more concerned now than when she had first got there.

"I would like to know what it is you think I want for those pictures Mrs. Barone?" the voice asked again.

"I don't know I don't think there really any good they uh well I mean they can't really be worth much who uh I mean who other than me uhm would even uh want them." She said stumbling for an answer.

"Really you don't think anyone else might want to see them. Hmmm I bet your crazy old Mother-in-law or Ray's brother Robbie would love to see them so I guess the question is what do you think I want for them Mrs. Barone?" the voice asked.

"I thought you would want money. I mean my husband he's a writer for Newsday and so I thought you know that you thought we had money and you could blackmail me for some quick cash." She said skeptically

"No you didn't Mrs. Barone. We both know what you thought I would want from you." The voice said menacingly "but for now I just want to ask some questions Mrs. Barone."

A tear streaked down her face as she realized she wouldn't be able to buy the photo's back nor could she do what she felt he was implying to get them back.

"Well I guess I should be going." she said as she reached for the blindfold.

"STOP!" shouted the voice "you take off that blindfold and these pictures will make it home before you do Deb" the voice said.

And so it began.

For three hours Debra was interrogated by the voice. She was never touched and no one made a move on her as she sat terrified of what was to come. The hours passed slowly under the grueling questioning and by the end he had begun to ask her more and more personal questions. Questions about her sex life with Ray and her sex life before she had met Ray. She was asked about the photos and when they were taken and by whom and why she would have allowed it. She was forced to tell every detail of her life, her friends family and schedule, but most importantly of her sex life. She was forced to say how many partners she had been with and every detail about them. She got more concerned as the questioning continued it seemed as if he already knew the answers to so many of the questions. The fact is every time she would try to lie to the voice he called her on it telling her he knew she had lied and demanded she tell him truth. It had been an excruciatingly long and grueling three hours when the voice told her she would be free to go she just had to wait two minutes before she could remove the blindfold and leave.

It had been bad but the worst part was she had never had a chance to ask about getting the photo's back, after every answer she gave immediately came another question until finally the voice told her it was over, at that point she was just so thankful to end the questioning she had totally forgot to ask about the pictures. Another four weeks past before she heard from her blackmailer again. She had received another envelope containing even more photo's of her from her college days. This envelope included several shots that shocked and appalled her to the point of anger, she couldn't remember Nick having taken the shots of her or anything else about when the must have been taken. The photos showed her with men other than Nick strange men some she knew from school some complete strangers all with her blindfolded many with her tied to a bed. She was shocked and infuriated as she put what had happened together in her mind. Nick had a thing for blindfolds himself he used to love to encourage her to get drunk and stoned and tie her to the bed then blindfold her before making love to her. Only now did she know it hadn't always been Nick but many times his friends who would have their way with her as she lay helplessly on the bed.

Again the envelope had contained a note and a blindfold. She was instructed to do the same as she had the first time. She had decided on the drive home from her first encounter to not to go to another rendezvous with her blackmailer scared to death what might happen if she did instead choosing to take her chances trying to explain to Ray and his family her relationship with Nick but now with over a dozen photos of her with different men she decided she had no choice but to meet him one last time. Nothing had happened on her first encounter with her blackmailer and she would rather face a strangers questions than those of the entire Barone family. She was at least relieved by the timing of the latest demand. Ray, Robert and his parents where picking up the kids from school that day and taking them camping for the weekend. She had planned on driving out of town to see her mother after dropping the kids off at preschool that morning. Now she would just have to leave from the motel. At least she would have a few days away from Ray and the kids to deal with whatever was to come.

Again she timidly knocked on the door after placing the blindfold over her eyes and again she had been led into the room and sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity. The first thing the voice had said to her was

"Open your mouth."

Reluctantly she opened her mouth thinking of how to respond to such a strange request. As soon as her lips parted to speak a small rubber ball was forced inside her mouth spreading her jaw apart painfully. Instantly two sets of hands had grabbed each of her arms and held her in the chair. At the same time the ball gag had been latched in place behind the back of her head. She panicked knowing at least four men had her gagged and pinned as she tried to break free squirming as best she could in the grip of the powerful hands holding her in place. Fear shot up her spine as she felt the sleeve of her coat and sweatshirt pulled up her arm exposing her bare skin to the cool air of the room. Her fear and panic had spiked as a cold cotton swab was rubbed on her forearm she had struggled with all her might before the needle pushed effortlessly thru her skin. The struggle to break free from her captors was the last clear memory she had when she woke up late Sunday afternoon naked and sticky in her own disheveled bed at home.