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Subject: {ASSM} Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife p.15 (M+/F, Blackmail, Coer)
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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 any further. If it
is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

This is a copyrighted work. Copyright by Not My Story. Reposting
or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the
express, written permission of the author, 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.

'Everybody Loves Raymond' is syndicated and (C) to King World
Studios West Inc. Usage of the characters here is in no way
reflective of the real show or the actors in it, and in now way
intended to undermine their values.

Please! Send me your comments! notmystory@kc.rr.com

(Note to readers after doing some research on-line I have
narrowed down that in the Second season the Debra character is
supposed to be somewhere between 33-35 years of age so I am
basing this story in that time frame FYI.)


                         Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife
                                 By Not My Story

                                    Part 15


Gianni had received a message to return to Mr. Fass's dungeon
Sunday morning. He was scared, and called leaving a message he
was sick. He knew that the break-in of his apartment was done for
a reason, the only thing of any value taken had been the tape of
his activities with Debra. He wondered how much trouble he was
in, when the two large burly looking gentlemen came knocking on
his door just an hour later. He had no choice, that much was
obvious from the men's stern _expression.

He was driven to the club and led immediately to Mr. Fass' office
below. He entered the room, and immediately noticed the two
beautiful women bound in the stocks behind the chair that he was
instructed to sit in. Mr. Fass entered just moments later,
carrying two newspapers in his hand.

"Hello my friend, I'm sorry to have to call you back here this
way, but I'm afraid that we need to talk about a few things." he
said as a Amazonian blonde dressed in only heels and leather
straps around her chest, served him a glass of scotch. Gianni
looked at the glass disapprovingly, as he took it from her hand,
his own trembling with fear.

"Don't be afraid my friend, I mean no harm to come to you, but we
must come to an understanding you and I." he said, motioning to
the scotch. "Please this is my finest 32 year old bottle, it
would be a shame to let it go to waste." he added, taking a sip
from his own glass. "I'm sure that you know that it was my men
who picked up the tape that I had given you. I'm sorry for the
mess, but it was of course necessary. You see, you uncovered
certain information from Mrs. Barone that I and my people were
not aware of." he said, taking another sip.

"As I have told you before, my clientele are some of the most
elite people in the city, and I have made commitments to protect
them, as they have protected me. We work together to ensure that
people with our discerning taste can come together and enjoy all
of the benefits our power allows. We would do nothing illegal.
Well, I should say that we do nothing illegal, unless we have to,
we are forced to. We'll do what we must, to protect our privacy,
and to ensure that the secrets of this club and its members
remain secret." he said sliding the two papers across the desk to
Gianni.

Gianni looked at the circled headline on the front page of the
paper. "TWO FOUND DEAD IN ALLEY" it said in bold print across the
top of the page. The second headline said, "MAN TORTURED AND
KILLED." circled on its front page. Gianni's glass hit the floor,
as he stared in shock at the papers. The message was clear, he
knew that he was in serious trouble with the powerful Mr. Fass.

"Please, please, stay calm my friend, as I have already told you,
I mean you no harm. But you must understand what it means to keep
the secrets of this place. It means you keep them all the way to
your grave. It is your choice how long that is. As I told you
earlier, I went to great trouble to pick you to work here, and
I'm confident that you can be trusted." he said, motioning for
the blonde to replace Gianni's glass.

"Mrs. Barone was here against her wishes, this much you know." he
paused. "She was blackmailed and forced to work here out of a
real fear of what would happen if she didn't. This is information
that you coerced out of her, during your time with her, and I can
assure you, that neither myself, nor any member of this club had
anything to do with it. I have a policy of hiring extra help, and
she came into this very office, and told me that she wanted to do
this, and signed a contract stating the same. All she had to do
was tell me what was going on and I would have helped her right
then and there. She helped these men to deceive me." he said
motioning to the papers.

"She is safe now, but she should have been honest to begin with.
A close friend of mine has taken it upon himself to look after
her. I am told that she will be home soon, and will speak of this
to no one. I must make sure that you understand that that means
no one. If you ever betray the secrecy of this place, you will be
dealt with much the same way as these men were. Do you
understand?" he asked most seriously.

He waited, as Gianni stared blankly at the headlines in front of
him.

"I require an answer from you." he said sliding the papers off
the desk top.

"Yes, yes of course, I understand. I won't tell a soul, ever."
Gianni said, still in shock, his hands shaking vehemently.

"Good, I knew that you would understand. Take June here and
relax, try to take your mind off these troubling thoughts, but
never forget your obligations to maintain the secrecy of this
club, and Mrs. Barone's indiscretions." Mr. Fass said, motioning
to the nude beauty who had entered the room, and extended her
hand to Gianni.

***

Debra knew Mr. Bradley, as did everyone in New York City's
corporate elite. He had owned the company, that owned the PR
firm, that she had worked for, when she did the PR work for the
hockey team. He had toured their office several times, and had
taken Linda and her to lunch once. She remembered dancing with
him once at a corporate dinner. Thinking back, she remembered
thinking that he must be interested in her. But that was ten
years ago, surely he didn't remember her now.

"Well Ms. Whalen, or should I say Mrs. Barone, would you please
join me for breakfast? " he said staring contentedly at her.

Unable to speak, she nodded her head, accepting his offer. She
self-consciously got up from the toilet, checked her appearance
quickly in the mirror, as she washed her hands. Mr. Bradley's
eyes never left her body as she walked out of the bathroom. She
was surprised when he pinched her ass, as she walked by him, and
jumped from the unexpected touch. Mr. Bradley followed her out of
the bathroom, and motioned her out the open door of the bedroom.

She was directed to a plain bland room, with a metal table and a
white tile floor. He pulled a chair out for her from the table,
and motioned for her to have a seat on a cold medal chair. She
did as he wanted, and watched as he sat down in a high back
leather chair at the end of the table. It took only moments
before two woman, dressed as maids, brought in two carts full of
food. Debra looked at the two older Hispanic women, wondering if
they knew why she was here.

The room was cold, and sitting on the metal chair caused a chill
to run up her spine. She noticed that her nipples were
dramatically poking out the thin black tube top that she was
wearing, as Mr. Bradley sat there staring at her. He motioned for
her to eat, as a plate and silverware was placed in front of each
of them. The platters had been lifted, showing a virtual banquet
of breakfast foods; sausage, eggs, pancakes, muffins, waffles,
fruits, and biscuits.

She immediately felt a wave of hunger wash over her from the
sight of the food and quickly stocked her plate. She had shoveled
in a half dozen mouthfuls of food hungrily, before she noticed
that Mr. Bradley hadn't even looked at the food, his eyes were
focused right on her chest, and in particular her nipples.

She paused, and looked at him a puzzled look on her face. She
swallowed the food in her mouth, and waited for him to do or say
something.

Mr. Bradley gazed at her, remembering how young and vivaciousness
she had looked a few years ago. Now she had a different look to
her, still sexy, but more maternal, for lack of a better word for
it. She looked domesticated and suburban. Her years as a wife and
mother were obvious in her face and eyes, she was strangely
erotic to him. She looked at him with a sense of fear and
nervousness in her eyes.

He reached out and took a drink of orange juice, telling her to
"eat". She returned to cramming her mouth full of food, as fast
as she could swallow. He knew all about her ordeals of the past
week, and knew how hungry she must be.

He sat and watched her feast on the food for twenty minutes
before she finally seemed to slow her pace down. He clicked the
button of the buzzer in his pocket and began to speak.

"You know who I am, don't you?" he asked.

She answered by nodding her head, as her mouth was still full of
food.

"Do you remember when we met Debra?" he asked.

"Yes, you owned the agency. Um, you stopped by the office a
couple of times, and we danced once at one of the company
dinners." she said, swallowing a mouthful of food.

"Yes, yes you remember. I took you and Linda, oh I forget her
last name now, to lunch." he said, as she nodded her head in
acknowledgment. "Did she ever tell you about what happened that
evening?" he asked.

Debra shook her head no.

"Oh well, I'm sure that you figured it out. How else do you think
she got promoted so quickly. All the meetings she attended at the
main office. You're a smart girl Debra, I'm sure that you can put
two and two together." he said, as she continued to shake her
head no.

"Yes, I'm sure that you can put it all together. She pleased me,
and I took care of her. She helped me land some big contracts,
and I took care of her. She got the message Debra, the same
message that I sent you, that night at the dinner, when I asked
you about getting ahead. You're not that naive, as to not know
what I meant, are you?" he asked chuckling.

She continued shaking her head no, thinking back to that part of
her life. She had seen the signals, but thought that she was
imagining things. The office talk of bagging clients by "bagging
clients" was just talk, wasn't it? She couldn't imagine Linda
doing anything so cheap, but now she guessed that she was wrong
about that too.

"I gave you every opportunity for advancement, but you never took
that next step to greatness. You could have been one of the tops
in your field with my help, but no, you just ignored me. Well now
what have you made of yourself, a mother to three brats. A wife
to a pencil dicked hack of a husband, whose idea of writing is
generally seen in the scribbling's of a twelve year old." he
scolded her, as she frowned at his harsh words.

"You acted so prim and proper, but deep down, your just a damn
slut. I mean here we have your college activities chronicled on
tape. You and my people tell me 34 different guys, between the
ones on the tapes, and the ones in the pictures. Then there was
your other boy friends, the ones that we have documented here in
you diary. Boy you better hope that you paranoid husband never
finds this!" he said, holding up her diary from years ago. "It's
probably best if I keep this for you. You talk about six other
boy friends that you got friendly with, plus the stranger that
you met in the Big Easy. So you tell your hubby about your
flashing at Mardi Gras, but not about you fucking, huh?" he
asked, flipping through the pages.

She couldn't answer, as she sat there in shock from his harsh
words. She had never heard him speak like this before, but then
again, she didn't really know him, she thought.

"Shit girl you're the biggest whore I'll have working for me, you
fucking slut." he laughed, as he pointed to the TV sitting across
the room from her. The screen flicked on, showing her in her
bedroom, wearing a small skirt and a white silk scarf. It was the
night she had role played for Ray! He was the airline captain,
she the stewardess, he began speaking in his stupid accent as she
rolled her eyes. The screen then flicked to the two of them naked
on the bed, the covers had been kicked down, and you could see
Ray's flabby back rippling, as he pumped his pathetic cock inside
her, giggling at his own juvenile jokes, as he lived out his
fantasy.

"First let me say, what a fucking putz you've married. Really
Deb, you could've done better for yourself. Secondly, how jealous
would the putz be, if he knew that you had lived out his
fantasy?" he said as the screen changed, showing her in the
plane's lavatory, sucking a cock and making loud slurping noises,
as she tried to please the man in front of her.

"Here you are, sucking the life from this guy, and your hubby's
got to beg for a half-assed hand job from you." he said, as the
audio of Ray begging for her attentions came from the TV. "Boy
you sure do like to bust old Ray's balls!" he commented as the
new audio of Debra yelling at Ray, as the video began jumping
from scene to scene of her sexual debauchery from the past week.
"But you seem to lick all the other guys' balls slut." he
observed, as scene after scene showed her doing just that, with
multiple partners.

Debra sat there, her eyes glued to the television screen, as she
watched the quick thirty second clips of her activities over the
past week. It was obvious to her, that several of the situations
that she had been placed in, had been done so that the video
could be shown on the Internet. Small tags were at the bottom of
several of the clips, advertising this dot-com or that one. And
all of the sites were very explicit in nature, XXXbang.com and
others such sites scrolled across the screen. There was still
unchewed food in her mouth, as her jaw dropped open, as she
watched clip after clip of her performing the various scenes of
depravity.

Mr. Bradley got up from the table, and moved behind her chair,
allowing her to stare at the scenes flashing quickly before her.
"I could have let this all be seen. I could have left you at the
dungeon, you would dead by now, had I not interjected myself into
your situation. Now, you are going to work for me." he said,
moving his hands to her shoulders. You are going to fuck or suck
anyone, and any way, that I tell you to. That is your only
choice." he said smugly.

"You're being given a second chance Deb. You should have gotten
the hints I gave you years ago. You can either do this, or go
back to the dungeon, and finish fucking the farm animals. It's
your choice, make it!" he explained pulling her small body from
the chair.

He kicked the small metal chair out from under her, and forced
her, face down, onto the food covered table. Bunching her thin
tube top up under her heaving tits, she found herself pressed
into the food on the table. With one boob in a plate full of
sausage and bacon, and the other pressed into a bowl of eggs, Mr.
Bradley slipped his cock into her unprepared, but well used cunt.
He pushed her face down into the plate of toast, as she grunted
in discomfort and sorrow.

The tempo of his strokes increased, as his cock grew more rigid
inside of her. He was now salivating, his drool dripping on her
back, as he viciously rammed his cock inside of her cunt.

"You're a better fuck than Linda ever was! I knew you would be.
You're such a slut. I love the feeling of stuffing my cock inside
you, you fucking whore." he said hatefully.

He pulled his cock free of her cunt, lifted it the few degrees
necessary to push it into her ass.

She cried out "No!", as he pushed his impressively huge cock into
her incredibly sore ass.

Mr. Bradley just laughed at her cries of protest and pain, as he
pushed his cock even more harshly into her tight, unlubricated
passage. He took his hand from the back of her head just long
enough to grab a sausage, and stuff it into her mouth, before
again smashing the side of her face into the toast.

"Suck that sausage you whore!" he said, now pistoning away at
full speed, into her ass. 

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