Failed Blackmail

All characters are over 18 years old and this story is solely a figment of my imagination.

My language is Spanish, I apologize for any grammatical errors I may make when translating the stories into English).

Failed blackmail

I'm about to get into bed, when a call from an unknown number rings on my phone, for a few moments I hesitate to pick up, but in the end I do.

'Tomorrow in the early afternoon you will receive your package, have prepared what is due to you;' says a woman on the other end of the phone without any tone of emotion in her voice.

'Okay;' I quickly reply, 'I'll have it all ready.'

As soon as I hang up the phone I start to take small leaps of joy, I can not believe that everything has gone well, I would like to call my girlfriend Alice to tell her, but she is in the middle of the final exams of the course and I do not want to bother her.

I barely sleep after receiving the call, and the next day's hours seem to pass slowly, although that suits me well to imagine everything I'm going to do when the package arrives.

At four o'clock in the afternoon the doorbell rings and I breathe several times before heading to open it, I do not want to give the feeling of being anxious to open my gift.

When I open the door I see a serious man with a military-style haircut, although I immediately turn my gaze to the young woman behind him.

'Can we pass?' the man asks me, seeing that I can't stop looking at the young woman.

I don't even answer, I wave my hand to him to come in and quickly the three of us are in the living room with the young woman kneeling on the table.

'I hope you are satisfied with your gift,' the man tells me.

'It's perfect;' I reply without hardly thinking about it, 'It seems to meet all the specifications we agreed;' I add by approaching the young woman.

I turn several times around the beauty in front of me without being able to say a word, she is completely motionless with her glassy eyes and gaze lost, with her hands behind her head causing her tits to appear larger than they already are, her dark hair reaches almost to the end of her back and her tanned skin shines from the oils with which she has been treated.

The leather restraints that adorn her body, the chain hooked to her metallic necklace hanging between her tits adorned with two golden rings, the slave mark on her shaved pubis and her pussy glowing from the humidity cause my cock to get hard and want to break free from my pants.

'It's perfect;' I repeat several more times, although without addressing anyone in particular.

All this has turned out much better than I imagined when a little more than two months ago I discovered one of my classmates trying to hack the computer of one of the teachers to falsify his notes and I decided to blackmail him.

The classmates in question turned out to be the son of the owner of the country's leading slave girls acquisition and processing company, and I asked him in exchange for my silence to provide me with a modified slave girl at my whim.

'It's much better than I ever imagined; I finally answer the man who has brought the slave girl.

'I am very happy Mr. Martin, but before closing the deal, our mutual friend has told me that he must test the goods to see if he finds any problems;' he tells me.

'Now?' I ask him in surprise.

'Now!' he replies, rather he orders me.

I don't quite know what to do, I've never had a slave girl and my sexual experience is limited to my girlfriend Alice, whom I've been dating for more than two years.

'You can order it whatever you want Mr. Martin;' the man tells me, 'She is programmed to obey all your orders, she is little more than a sex doll of flesh and blood.'

'Come here and give me a blowjob;' I order her very excitedly away from her.

The slave girl gets off the table and crawling up to me, without using her hands she pulls my cock out of my pants and starts sucking it.

In a few seconds I am groaning at the skills of the slave girl, before today I have only enjoyed Alice's mouth and on just a couple of occasions, since she always says that only whores and slave girls do it. That is precisely why I requested that my slave girl be an expert cocksucker.

Although I suspect that another reason why Alice does not want to suck my cock is because she is unable to swallow my almost ten inches, something that the slave girl kneeling at my feet does without any problem, that deep throat and the slight bites she gives my cock when she takes it out and puts it out of her mouth and that remind me of what Alice does to me, they cause me to run down his throat.

When I get out of the slave girl's mouth I observe how she stays with her open showing me my semen starting to drain through the corner of her lips.

'She will not swallow it or spit it out until you order it;' the man tells me.

'Swallow it all slut;' I order her smiling at seeing how he does it and then relate to wipe his lips.

'Fuck;' I scream, 'She has left me dry, I don't see myself able to continue fucking this slut;' I say to the man, who smiling takes out a small box from a pocket of the american and hands it to me.

'A little gift for you,' he tells me, 'With this you may be fucking for hours, even if you don't use it very often.'

I look at the box and seeing the name written on it I recognize it at the moment, it is a well-known virility enhancer, which is worth more than $ 1,000 each pill, and I have in my hand a box with 200 units. Without wasting time I take a pill and just five minutes later I am not only hard again, but my cock seems to be even bigger.

'I'm going to tear you apart;' I say to the slave girl by pushing her on the table and penetrating her in one fell swoop, surprising me by the narrowness and tightness of her pussy.

'Every time she is it is as if it were her first time and you were raping her;' the man explains to me, 'Her mind is programmed to always feel that sensation, although she will soon enjoy it.'

The man is right in his words, in a few seconds the initial cries of the slave girl become intense moans of pleasure, and she begins to reach one orgasm after another.

'She can be denied orgasm if I wishes;' the man tells me without ever showing any emotion on his face.

'I love how she has been programmed;' I reply to the man, 'You can use your mouth if you wish,' I comment.

The next fifteen minutes the slave girl enjoys two cocks on her body, the man fucks her mouth until he runs in her face and I keep pushing in her pussy until I run inside.

'My girlfriend Alice is going to really enjoy playing with this slave girl when she comes back in a couple of weeks;' I tell the man who seems to smile at my words.

'The slave girl is perfectly programmed to give pleasure to a woman and respond to her caresses;' he points out.

'Unbelievable!' I exclaim with my head, 'I think it's time to hand over what we agreed to;' I say to the man heading to the desk.

'I had not yet tasted his slave girl's ass;' the man tells me.

I look at the slave girl kneeling back on the ground, and I can't believe I have going to fuck her ass, Alice doesn't let me stick a finger in that hole.

'Okay,' I reply to the man, 'But I have an idea and I need your help.'

At the moment the man is lying on the ground and the slave girl has impaled herself in her pussy dropping on him and being held by the waist. I stand behind her and put my index finger to her ass finding her tremendously narrow.

'She really is an anal virgin, she hasn't received any training,' the man tells me as the slave girl writhes at the intrusion, causing her pussy to become even more impaled. 'She is programmed not to enjoy by anal sex.'

Made abundant lubricant in her ass and on my cock and place her at the entrance of the narrow hole and begin to push slowly, the screams of the slave girl as she feels me make my way into her tight butt are mixed with the moans of pleasure caused by the man's cock in her pussy.

It takes me more than twenty minutes to have my whole cock inside her ass, it's so tight that even with the abundant lubricant I'm unable to get it in and out more than a couple of times. The slave girl is exhausted and practically fainted with the two cocks buried in her body, luckily for her the two men ran almost simultaneously and we got out of her holes leaving her lying on the ground.

'If you are satisfied with the result of the tests, I think it is time to give me what we agreed;' the man tells me, dressing calmly.

'Very satisfied, as I have already said much better than expected;' I say handing him a pendrive with the incriminating file.

'One last thing,' I say to the man who is already heading towards the door, 'Does the slave girl have a name?'

A smile appears on the man's face at my question, before answering me he throws on the table some photographs that seem to show the process of transformation of the slave girl.

'She is a slave, she can give her any name;' he replies by going to the door, although just before leaving he turns to me, 'Although if I's interested before this slave girl was called Alice.'

As soon as the door closes I quickly look at the slave girl, her body covered with sweat and semen is no longer as relaxed as before, now she looks tense and nervous, her glassy eyes have disappeared replaced by beautiful blue eyes that I know well.

'What happened Jess?' she asks, 'Yesterday I was coming home from class and someone attacked me;' she begins to explain to me trying to stand up.

'What have you done to me?' she asks me looking at me in horror as she notices the semen on her face and flowing down her thighs and the intense pain in her raped ass.

It is evident that my classmate has played it for me and now I don't know what I am going to do. I look at her without saying a word, scared by what has happened but again tremendously excited. I'm going to explain what happened, that the blackmail went wrong and that I'm going to try to get her back to normal, but suddenly a thought crosses my mind.

'SLAVE GIRL! Get on your knees and suck my cock;' I order.

I see how Alice's face twitches at my words, but her body seems to act on its own and it doesn't take long for her to kneel at my feet with my cock trying to pass past her throat.

After a few minutes I look Alice in the eye, and I see how the first tears begin to fall down her cheeks when I feel her mouth violated, but instead of pitying her, I grab her head and start pushing harder until seconds later I run not retreating until she has swallowed everything.

'Welcome to slave girl's house;' I say to Alice clutching the chain of her necklace to head to the bed we shared when she was a free woman.