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Subject: {ASSM} : Poker Wife Part 23 ( M+\F, Blackmail,  N/C, bond)
Date: Mon,  9 Sep 2002 00:10:05 -0400
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Note to readers: The original author, Lisa Laten wrote the original 4
chapters,
then stopped. I have elected to continue this fine story. While I will
attempt
to continue in the same style as Lisa Laten, but since I am not, I
most likely
will add my own style to this fine story.

                            Not My Story

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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following
story is
for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of
explicit
sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT
read
6any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

This is a copyrighted work. Copyright by Lisa Laten & Not My Story.
Reposting
or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express,
written
permission of the copyright holder, except that it may be posted as
part of a
review or posted to a free-access, noncommercial archive sites.

DISCLAIMER:
All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone, either alive
or
dead, is purely coincidental.

Please!      Send me your comments!

Email to notmystory@kc.rr.com
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                               Poker Wife

                                Part 23

	As she began to pull herself up Lisa heard Mr. Jenkins begin to
giggle. "Don't get up on my behalf you can service me from down
there." She looked up defiantly "I don't think so you old pervert!"
she said. "I think you should reconsider if you want your clothes and
car keys back bitch."

	Lisa looked around not seeing her clothes or purse anywhere in the
room. "You son of a bitch! You wore our friend I go shopping with your
wife, why would you throw that all away?"  Snickering at her he
replied "I am not throwing anything away. As I see it we'll just be
adding to our friendship. Now, take my dick out and blow me."

	Lisa once again resigned, crawled over to him and pulled his member
from his trousers and began to blow him. "Good job neighbor." He said
as his erection grew under her attentions. Taking both hands he
grabbed her head by the hair and began to force her mouth deeper down
on his cock gagging her on it roughly.
	
	Now fully erect he pushed her back down on the ground and kicked her
legs far apart. He dropped his trousers and then he too dropped to his
knees.  As he slid his dick deep into her cunt he leaned over her body
and began kissing her passionately. As he invaded her mouth with his
tongue Lisa put forth no resistance feeling him pounding his cock into
her while his hands moved across here sensitive breast.
	
	He made love to her as he would his own wife. Lisa laid thankful for
the change in attitude from her assailant. As she felt him gently bite
her lower lip she felt his seed empty into her.

	As he lifted up he pulled his pants back up and refastened his
trousers. Next extending his hand he helped Lisa up from the floor he
then guided her over to a small closet under the steps. "Get in," he
ordered. "What? No I did as you said let me go." I will but I am
showing the house in two minutes so hide in there and be quiet until
I'm done."

	Doing as she was told she stepped into the small dark closet and
waited. While standing in the closet she began quietly removing the
clothes pins from her body. She could hear the foot steps moving up
and down the stairs and the creeks in the floor as the people walked
through the house.

	She heard the footsteps stop out side the door and she listened.
"I'll see you later Baby." "I think you'll love the house Mrs.
Williams I'll get the paper work over to you this afternoon."

	After a few moments she heard the rattle as the knob on the door was
turned. Grateful she would finally be free to go home she stood
smiling as the door was opened.
There in front of her was Mr. Jenkins and a short wiry black man
presumably Mr. Williams.

	"Well thanks for your business I am sure you and the Misses will be
most happy with the house. Now here's the bitch I told you about
before your wife got here. Remember to have her back by Two." Mr.
Jenkins said as he grabbed her by her hair and stuffed a rag in her
mouth before applying a layer of duct tape to hold it in.

	Not even given a chance to protest Lisa stood there gagged as Mr.
Jenkins grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. Holding her
wrist together in on hand he began to wrap the duct tape around her
wrist with the other.

	Now gagged and bound Lisa was led out to the garage still nude she
was forced to climb in the trunk of the old Ford as the trunk was
closed on her. She then heard the car start and begin to move. It
traveled for over twenty minutes her guess was most of it had been on
the highway the old car to noisy for her to hear anything from
outside. The car finally stopped she heard a door open and then
silence.

	She laid in the back of the old Ford for what seemed like hours but
was actually only about ten minutes. As she heard the key hit the
trunk and turn she looked up wondering what would come next.

	The light hit her eyes just as she saw the large black man throw the
blanket over her nude body. She felt him lift her up and toss her over
his shoulder as he began to carry her up several steps and open a
door. As he carried her into a building of some sort she heard the
familiar Ding of an elevator and then the sound of the closing doors.
The sensation of the elevator climbing the building was exaggerated
lying on the mans shoulder as she was. Lisa felt sick and was afraid
she would vomit into the rag stuffed in her mouth.

	As the ding indicated she was carried from the elevator and into
another doorway the thug carrying her accidentally banging her head
into the side of the doorway. She was thrown down onto a mattress but
still wrapped in the blanket. Her fear now at its worst she began to
try to get up from the bed. Seeing the women struggle someone pushed
her back down forcefully.

	Lisa began to hear the voices and laughter of many men just before
she felt the blanket being pulled from her body. Looking up she saw
she was surrounded by a dozen or more large and naked black men. She
tried to protest and fight them off as they began to grope and grab at
her still cum stained body. Her struggles proved fruitless as the men
outnumbered her restrained as she was.

	Finally as she looked at her attackers helplessly bound at the hands
of her black assailants she knew her fate was sealed. As the skinny
Blackman she had seen back at the house climbed on the mattress and
between her legs she gritted her teeth not willing to accept what she
was about to happen to her yet again.

	As Jerome prepared to mount the white bitch he told the men gathered
around him. "Now this is how you throw a party I hope you other mother
fuckers are paying attention to how this shit is done!" with that he
drove his cock into her spread legs as she closed her eyes. She felt
him enter her and the hands still running over her body.

	He was smaller than most of the men she had been forced to fuck, but
it didn't make her feel any better. He hadn't taken long maybe three
minutes before he shot his stream into her, but he was quickly
replaced by another then another.

	The experience lasted for hours she was fucked in her ass and cunt,
sometimes in tandem when they could manage it. It was a disorganized
little party not planned at all she knew it was not meant to have
happened. Mr. Kelly would not have allowed this. Would he?

	When the men had finished with her they sat around still pinching and
groping her exposed body as they drank and smoked their weed. She
heard them talk about how much money they could make with a little
whore like her on the street and the possibilities of just how to use
her. Lisa trembled as they discussed what they would make her do if
they "owned her".

	Finally the Time had come and she was once again covered and returned
to the trunk of the car before being returned to the house. Once she
was carried inside she felt her hands freed while she was still
wrapped in the blanket. By the time she had worked her way out from
under the blanket she found herself laying nude on the kitchen floor
in Danielle's play house.

	She found her clothes on the kitchen counter along with her purse and
keys. She removed the rag from her mouth and began to dress she
thankfully drank water from the kitchen faucet thankful to be free
again. As she left the house to go out to her car she noticed the sold
sign now on the for sale sign in the yard.

	She returned home and showered and cleaned herself douching herself
twice hoping to clean herself from the events of the last twenty-four
hours. As she lay in her bed trying to forget what she had been put
through not wanting to think of what horrible disease she might have
been exposed to from her black assailants she drifted off into a light
sleep.

	She was startled as she heard the ringing she quickly woke and began
looking for the source of the noise. She found it in her purse it was
the cell phone Mr. Kelly had given her. She answered it, Mr. Kelly
then instructed her to go to the local sex shop and pick up a list of
items he gave her, and he told her to use the credit card he had given
her. He then told her to go to a tattoo parlor at 3 p.m. tomorrow an
tell them she was there for Danielle's appointment she was next told
to go to the apartment he had already given her a key to and wait for
him there.

	After repeating his instructions back to him she hung up the phone.
Lisa was terrified at what laid ahead for her the items he wanted her
to pick up. The clothing he ask her to buy. She had to wonder what he
would do to her, what he had planned and just how bad it could get.

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