- NonConsent/Reluctance
- Beginning of a Long Road Ch. 01
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She stepped out of the shower, and wrapped the soft terrycloth towel around her body. No one was home, so she knew she had all the time in the world to dry herself, and get comfortable, before her husband got home with their two kids. She sat on the edge of the tub, and gently rubbed baby oil into her silky skin. This was part of her daily ritual, and the care that she showed herself was evident. She was pushing 35 years old, but was often asked for her I.D. when she ordered a drink. Her jet black hair hung to the middle of her back,, and got her nearly as much attention as her perfect ass (thank you tae bo!), and her pert, full breasts. It was rare that she could go anywhere without a man striking up a conversation, but she always mentioned her husband immediately.
She stepped into the bedroom, and began brushing her hair. She jumped slightly, as the doorbell rang. Instinctively closing the robe around her body, she peeked out the peep hole, just in time to see a large black sedan pulling away from the house. she stuck her head out the door, and saw a large manila envelope fall from the doorframe to the doorstep. As she picked it up, she immediately noticed her name in large black letters across the front. "Karen Allen". Her curiosity got the best of her modestly, and she opened the envelope as she stood on the porch clad in only a robe. She blinked away the tears, as she pulled picture after picture from the envelope. Each picture showed her in various stages of undress, and each was taken on the same night. Two years ago. Her company's Christmas party. There was also a letter. But she didn't have the heart to open it yet. It was al she could do to keep from crying as the memories slowly came back.
Her boss had told her in no uncertain terms that she had no choice to attend. There were just too many potential clients that needed sweet talked. Her husband had promised to attend, but their babysitter had called them moments before they were to leave. The poor girl was violently ill, and she had no choice but to ask him to stay with the kids. She could remember having only a few glasses of wine before everything went black. The rest of the night was a blank, but she woke in the morning in the conference room naked, and sore. Luckily, she found her clothes under the table, and slunk off the executive restroom to clean up. She snuck out to her car for the miserable drive home, her mind racing.. How do I tell my husband? Will he believe me? Who did this?
She walked into the house, and was relieved to hear silence. Everyone was asleep, and she curled up on the couch to gather her thoughts. Just as she laid her head on the throw pillow, Her husband came around the corner, yawning. She heard his footsteps as he got closer, then ran his fingers through her hair. "Poor baby.. you work so hard.." She kept her eyes closed, feigning sleep. She wanted to tell him everything, but the fear was overwhelming. He gently lifted her off the couch, and carried her to bed. That was two years ago, and she had never found the courage to tell him the truth.
As she looked through the pictures, she started to shake. There were no faces on any of them, other than hers. But it was clear that there were several men present. There had to be ten or twelve different men in the pictures, using her unconscious body in ever way imaginable. Unfortunately, she was the only person who would believe that she was passed out. In each picture, they had clearly arranged her so that she looked like a willing participant. She opened the letter, praying the it wasn't what she feared.
"Karen
we have copies of these pictures, along with a fantastic video. We will deliver them to you parents, your priest, your job, and post them on the bulletin board at your children's school. This will happen unless you do everything we tell you to. We expect you to decide right now. If you agree, please remove your robe, and slowly walk to the mailbox., where you will find your next task..?
She whimpered, as she realized that she had no choice. She dropped the robe, and with her head lowered, she headed down the sidewalk, her eyes closed. She could see the scene unfolding in her mind. The neighbor's lawnmower suddenly shut off.. Several sets of brakes squealed, and her heart sunk.
She had a bad feeling that the "instructions" in her mailbox were only the beginning.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 10 years agoAn interesting start, but I have to agree with the others. Walking naked in front of the neighbors will get around just as fast as posting the pictures will. Hubby will find out by the end of the day.
I'd say rewrite it slightly. Say she has to walk out in her bathrobe at least, maybe with the front almost open. That way if anyone sees her body it could be passed off as an accident.
As for the whole blackmail scheme, we have to accept a certain idiocy in allowing it to continue. As soon as a threat of blackmail is received, it's always better to lay everything out rather than get stuck deeper and deeper into the coming debauchery.
Then again, we LOVE the coming debauchery, so we allow the plot hole to exist in order to get to the unfortunate wife's imminent subjugation. And to her eventual acceptance of being used as a sex-toy for many, MANY men.
tae352001over 10 years agoexcellent build up, great story... one question, if the instructions are to walk down the neighborhood naked? why not just make a stand, tell her husband ride out the threats. Rape is rape. Fight back. Keep writing 5 stars
Anonymousover 10 years agoActually, my suggestion was not moronic that she go to the cops. The blackmail theme has been done so many times that unless this writer breaks away from the norm, it will just fit the formula. Being naked outside with neighbors to witness will certainly get back to hubby and family. So, what is she afraid of by not going to the cops. Yet, it would probably change the category to non-erotic, but it does not have to be short as she unwinds the mystery of who has the years old tape, why now, and how to get even and cope once the tape is posted on the internet.
Anonymousover 10 years agoI agree with the negative comments to a slight extent, in that I'm sorry she walks naked outside, which does smack of a certain amount of lunacy, though when compared to what she fears she has to lose, maybe not to an improbable degree.
I just look forward to where it goes from here, since, of course, it's how hot the sex ends up being that makes or breaks this kind of story, regardless of category (the categories only differing in what is seen as making the sex hot).
