Annabel and Mr. Nash Pt. 06

Author's Note: If you want to find out how Annabel (and now, Alisha) became ensnared in this humiliating trap, please first read Parts 1- 5.

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PART SIX - ANNABEL GETS A PLAYMATE

Chapter Sixty-Six

For the entire weekend, Alisha Royce had remained locked in her apartment, taking no calls, while she frantically considered her options. Her first reaction when she had received Nash's shocking e-mail had been to contact the police, but after reading the full message, she had had second thoughts. Not only was it patently clear that this horrible little pervert was quite prepared to follow through with his threats, but more chillingly, that he was not working alone. He had concluded his message by informing Alisha that should he receive a visit from the law, he had arranged that the pictures would still be released by an accomplice.

With shaking fingers, she once more scrolled through the images that he had sent her. There was no point in calling his bluff and denying that the attractive African American girl shown enjoying a line of coke was indeed Alisha, because the covertly taken photos were so clearly defined. She remembered the night well - New Year's Eve, the same night that she had foolishly cheated on her boyfriend, and subsequently lost him because of that malicious bitch Annabel!

Alisha closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. One stupid night, a total one-off, which was now coming back to haunt her again. And who the hell had taken the pictures? The fact that they had landed in Nash's lap, could only once again point to fucking Annabel!

But for the umpteenth time, Alisha reminded herself that the 'how' and the 'why' no longer mattered. The simple fact was, Nash had made it quite clear that he was willing to release these pictures to her employers at Bale, Thomas and Farringdon, which would probably bring her bright future in the legal profession to a premature end. Alisha had worked hard to get to her current position and she was only too aware of how hard it was for a young black woman to succeed in what was still predominantly a white man's world. She had a senior mentor of her own race in the firm, and she was already highly regarded by her boss. She wasn't entirely sure of how he would react on seeing these incriminating shots, but after agonizing for two full days, she already knew that she was not prepared to take the risk.

And, feeling sick to her stomach, Alisha knew what that meant - she was going to have to agree to Nash's demands.

*

In his bed, Darius put his arms behind his head and closed his eyes in pleasure as Annabel's tongue lapped gently around his scrotum. He liked to start the day off with a leisurely blowjob, and his reluctant slave had become quite proficient at them.

Darius could hardly contain his excitement after receiving Alisha's reply. Quite apart from her elegant beauty, the young lady possessed an air of strength and pride that would take a lot of breaking down. Of course, being an aficionado of both physical and psychological domination, Darius was going to relish every second of the challenge. It would be interesting to see how long it would take her to lose her dignity and self-respect after performing some of the demeaning acts he had in store for her.

He glanced down at the top of Annabel's head bobbing up and down on his groin. After her initial resistance to his depraved games, she had crumbled quite rapidly, but Darius suspected that he would need to take a slightly different approach with the noble Alisha. He had gleaned a little background information about her from Annabel's laptop, and he was already formulating how he was going to proceed. There would be nudity and sex of course, but he would need to find out exactly what made Alisha tick and what values she holds dear - and then systematically force her to violate each and every one of them!

*

Keeping to the far side of the street, Alisha furtively glanced at the curtained front window of the drab brownstone as she passed it for the third time. She still couldn't believe she had made it this far, and she had even once walked all the way back to the station, clinging to the vain hope that this nightmare might just go away by itself. But as the train had pulled into the platform, she had remained motionless as the other passengers pushed past her, and then forlornly watched it speed away without her.

Now she stopped at the end of the street and breathed deeply as she tried to summon the courage to actually knock on Nash's front door. She checked her watch, and discovered to her dismay that her procrastinations had made her ten minutes late! What if he had already sent off the pictures? In a panic, she turned on her heel and headed back towards Nash's house.

Images of Annabel's naked ordeal at Helen's pool party flooded her head. She had tried to convince herself that Nash might have something else in store for her, but it was quite obvious that the depraved old man was an utter pervert. Alisha recalled how she had caught him surreptitiously ogling her body as she had sunbathed in her bikini beside Helen's pool - particularly her sizeable breasts. She was quite accustomed to having men stare at her bust, but Nash's beady little eyes had made her skin crawl. Now she was about to place herself at his complete disposal! What if he told her to take off her sweater and bra? Alisha didn't think she would ever be able to bring herself to do that.

When she reached Nash's house, she again lost her nerve, but as she quickened her pace, Alisha heard the door open and then Nash's creepy voice behind her. "You may as well get it over with and come inside. You've come this far, after all."

Chapter Sixty-Seven

Darius settled into his favorite armchair while Alisha Royce, legal secretary and part-time law student, stood uncomfortably before him. She was wearing a pair of khaki slacks, a baggy white sweater, and flat, brown shoes - the sort of sensible but stylish get-up that Darius would have expected of her. Her naturally frizzy hair had been straightened, and hung in loose curls down to her shoulders, and somewhat surprisingly given her unfortunate circumstances, she was wearing a pair of large, round, golden earrings.

In spite of her obvious uneasiness, Alisha maintained eye contact with him, her chin raised in defiance - totally unaware that her resistance only increased Darius' sadistic pleasure. He let her simmer in silence for a moment, relishing the way she eyed him with contempt, her full lips slightly parted in a rather enchanting sneer.

"Well now," Darius said finally. "Before we proceed with our little arrangement, I want to be sure that I am going to have your full cooperation - by which I mean your total obedience."

"What do you want me to do?" Alisha said.

"Whatever I want," Darius replied simply.

Alisha's jaw dropped. "I can't do what Annabel did, you know, at the party!"

Oh, my dear! Darius thought. You haven't seen the half of it!

"You mean, get naked in front of people? Why ever not? The skimpy bikini you were wearing left little to the imagination."

Alisha turned her face away angrily, showing Darius her finely chiseled profile.

"The fact remains," Darius continued, "that either you do anything that I tell you to - and I mean anything - or your bosses at Bale, Thomas and Farringdon will soon discover that their angelic young rising star is in fact, a cokehead."

Alisha turned back to face him, eyes blazing. "I am not! That was a one-off mistake! And how did you..?"

"Enough!" Darius snapped. "I did not invite you here to argue with me! Either you abide by my rules without question, or we can call it quits now - and you can go find a job waiting tables!"

Just as it had before with Annabel, Darius' sudden change of tone had the desired effect, and Alisha immediately clammed up, albeit breathing heavily through her nostrils.

"So?" Darius said. "What is your decision? Are you going to behave and do as I say?"

Staring at the wall above Darius head, Alisha nodded imperceptibly.

"Say it."

Alisha snorted. "Okay!"

Excellent! Darius thought. We've taken the first important step!

"Very well, then," he said. "You can begin by removing that ugly sweater."

*

Even though she had half-expected it coming, Nash's first instruction sent a bolt of panic through Alisha. She had only just arrived here for God's sake, and already the perverted old pig was telling her to take her top off!

"Can't we...?"

Nash raised his eyebrows. "Can't we what?"

"Can't we do something else?" Alisha tried feebly.

"Like what? Play dominoes?"

The condescending tone of the man made Alisha want to hit him. He was treating her like an idiot!

"No, I meant, I can work for you. Clean or cook or something?"

"I already have a sexy little maid, remember? Although I will most certainly think up some menial tasks for you to perform over the coming months. Getting back to the point, I thought I just made it clear that you are to obey my every command, immediately and without question."

Alisha looked at her shoes miserably. There was no point in pretending - this despicable man was not going to back down.

"I'll make it easy for you," Nash said. "If you haven't taken off that sweater by the time I count to three, all bets are off, and I'm sending the pictures."

Now Alisha looked backup at him, wide-eyed. It was all happening so fast! On the way over, she had been harboring the vague notion that she might be able to somehow negotiate with him, but the moment of truth had arrived!

"One."

Alisha gripped the hem of the sweater, but was simply unable to bring herself to raise it. Even though he had already seen her in her bikini, this was an altogether different scenario!

"Two."

Oh God! How can I possibly do this?

"Three! Okay that's it, you can go home," Nash said, raising himself up from his armchair.

"No! Please!"

Nash gave her a level stare. "What? You obviously don't intend to keep your side of the bargain, so why should I?"

"I'll do it!"

"So you keep saying."

Alisha's heart was hammering in her chest, and her throat had gone dry. This was the worst of nightmares, exposing herself to a disgusting middle-aged white man. Biting her lip, Alisha closed her eyes and pulled the sweater up and over her head, and then clasped it in front of her breasts.

"Give it to me," Nash said.

Stiffly, Alisha did as he said, before quickly wrapping her arms around herself.

"Arms at the side. Now."

Alisha emitted a tiny mewl of anguish as she again complied. Even though she was wearing a bra, she had never felt so vulnerable in her life. After a long pause, she heard Nash say, "My goodness, Alisha, I had forgotten just how enormous those udders are!"

*

Her plain white bra contrasted delightfully against her mocha skin, but it was the sheer size of those amazing jugs that captivated Darius so much. They had to be forty inches plus, and he was just itching to unveil them for his viewing pleasure.

But first things first. Alisha already looked devastated, and her expression of contempt had given away to one of horrified shame.

Interesting how quickly people lose their composure when they are forced to expose themselves, Darius mused.

He leaned back in his armchair and said, "Now that you are going to be spending your weekends here, I think we should first get to know each other a little better."

Alisha didn't reply, but the way she was trying to control her breathing was having a superb effect on her undulating bust.

"You grew up in the projects, didn't you?" Darius said.

Alisha now made eye contact with him, no doubt surprised that he knew anything about her past.

"Oh yes, I've been making a few inquiries. I find it interesting that a young woman with such a humble past managed to integrate herself into such an elite circle of privileged white people."

Still, Alisha kept her counsel, although Darius could see in her eyes that she was becoming increasingly agitated.

"Your mother is West Indian, is she not? Your father from Brooklyn? Your employers are providing financial assistance for you to study law part-time while you work your way up through the firm?"

Alisha's look of astonishment was a delight to behold. What she didn't know was that most of this information had come from Helen Parker, whom for Darius, was becoming an increasingly useful ally.

"Okay," Darius said. "If you don't want to talk to me, we'll just continue learning about the rest of you. Take off your shoes, socks and slacks."

"Wait," Alisha said, alarmed. "I'll tell you about myself. What do you want to know?"

"Oh yes, you will," Darius said. "But not until you are standing before me in your underwear."

"I can't do that!" Alisha cried.

"Don't be silly, of course you can. You didn't mind flaunting your body beside Helen's pool, did you?"

Alisha's pained expression betrayed her thoughts - that had been different because then she had been in control. When she failed to move, Darius gave her an exaggerated sigh. Look, if you are going to make this so difficult every time I give you an order..."

"Alright!" Alisha said, and angrily stepped out of her shoes, unbuttoned her slacks and then pulled them off. She was wearing a pair of yellow ankle socks, and she had to bend forward to remove them, giving Darius a splendid frontal view of her dangling breasts.

Oh, my dear God! Darius thought ecstatically, as Alisha straightened up before him, now wearing nothing other than her panties, bra, and earrings. This really is going to happen, after all!

Chapter Sixty-Eight

Standing in this unfamiliar house in her underwear while Nash scrutinized her body, Alisha was seized by a sudden urge to flee. Ever since she had received his ultimatum, her imagination had been running wild with terrible images of what he might do. But she had never truly been able to conceive that this could actually happen to her. She was Alisha Royce, dignified and proud, a young upwardly mobile professional woman, respected by her peers and employers. How could she have allowed herself to get drawn into this awful predicament?

Nash bided his time studying her, and it took Alisha a huge amount of resolve not to cover herself with her hands again. His eyes lingered on her crotch for an uncomfortably long moment and then Nash said, "So you come from an impoverished background, and you've worked extremely hard to better yourself. Are you ashamed of your low-class roots?"

At first Alisha didn't register the question, such was her current state of discomfiture. Then she shook her head imperceptibly. "No, I'm proud of who I am."

"Really? What about your friends? Do they know?"

"I have nothing to hide," Alisha said, mustering as much dignity as possible given the circumstances.

Nash nodded thoughtfully. "Nothing to hide, huh? In that case, I'd like you to pull your panties down to your knees."

Alisha blinked. "Excuse me?"

"I want to see your cunt, Alisha."

Now she reflexively swallowed, and to her chagrin, her legs started to tremble. Was the rotten bastard goading her?

"You'd better do as I say right now," Nash said. "Because I am getting very tired of having to repeat myself."

Oh Christ no! I can't do this!

"Okay, that's it," Nash sighed, levering himself up from the armchair. "I've had enough..."

"Mnnh!" Alisha emitted a despairing sob, and then, looking up at the ceiling, hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and lowered them to her knees.

*

"Oh, my goodness! That's quite a thicket you were hiding down there!"

With the humiliated girl still looking skywards, Darius feasted his eyes on the luxuriant, triangular bush nestled between her dark thighs. After several weeks of playing with Annabel's pale, smooth mound, this made a fascinating contrast, and he couldn't wait to get the two hapless girls together.

"Do you ever trim it?" he asked.

Intently studying the ceiling as she exposed her most intimate parts to him, Alisha whispered, "What?"

"Your pubic hair. Your 'lady garden'. There's so much there, I rather think you just let it grow wild. Unusual for a modern young woman not to take an interest in her own body hair."

Alisha chewed her bottom lip, her long legs gently quivering.

"Let's find out," Darius said. "I want you to place your hands behind your head. Do it now."

Now Alisha did look at him, and he was gratified to note that his taunting had finally brought a little moisture to her eyes.

"Quickly!" he barked, and Alisha's body jerked before she raised her arms and locked her fingers together behind her head. It was her armpits that Darius was interested in, and they were quite bare.

"So you shave your armpits, but not your cunt. Odd. Do you leave that jungle down there as a kind of protection? Something for a man to fight through?"

Alisha closed her eyes and imperceptibly shook her head. Darius could only guess as to what she must be thinking right now. Here she was, showing off her quim to a middle-aged white man who was openly discussing her private and personal bodily grooming habits with her.

"Well I'm afraid it doesn't look right," he said.

Alisha opened her eyes again.

"From now on, I forbid you to shave your armpits as well."

When Alisha opened her mouth to protest, Darius said, "No arguments. We've been through all that. Nobody at work is going to see it, are they? Unless of course, you are fucking your way to the top."

"How dare you!" Alisha hissed quietly.

Ooh, that hit a nerve!

"Remember your predicament," Darius warned her. "I'll brook no insolence from you."

Alisha huffed and lowered her eyes.

"That's better," Darius said. "So in a couple of weeks, I expect to see two lush clumps of black hair growing under your arms. You'll look much more... Amazonian."

With her panties at half-mast, her hands submissively clamped behind her head, Alisha was already far removed from the dignified young professional woman that he had called into his house not thirty minutes earlier - and her dismantling had only just begun!

*

Biting back tears of anguish, Alisha simply could not believe that this was actually real. It had all occurred so rapidly! She had intended to barter with him, maybe offer him some kind of a compromise, but the man was relentless! A short while ago, it would have been utterly inconceivable to her that she could strip to her underwear in front of a complete stranger - let alone expose her naked pubes to him!

And what was this thing about underarm hair? Already, he was interfering with her personal grooming! Was there no end to this man's depravity?

Nash's next instruction came as a shock, but no surprise. "Okay, let's bring those fun bags out to play."

Alisha had never heard the crude and insulting term before, but she knew exactly what he meant. Stalling for time, she said, "I... do you want me to lower my arms?"

"Of course I do," Nash said. "How else are you going to take your bra off?"

Alisha felt a stab of indignation. Not only was he stripping her naked, but he was talking to her like she was a complete imbecile!

Nash sighed when Alisha failed to move. "Um, now, if you don't mind?"

Miserably, Alisha reached around and located the clasp on her bra strap. She unhooked it and then paused - even though he was already privy to the sight of her uncovered crotch, revealing her breasts to him felt like a far worse indignity. Since reaching puberty, Alisha had always been proud of her generous bust, and she had quickly learned to use it to full effect whenever she wanted something. She would often see the men in the office stealing glances at her prominent boobs, and on one occasion she had even caught her own boss covertly staring at them.

But now the source of her power over men was going to be used to further belittle her. At Helen's pool party, she had observed Nash ogling her, no doubt fantasizing about what her naked breasts must look like. At the time, she had smiled inwardly, safe in the knowledge that he would never find out. Oh, how foolish she felt now!