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Subject: {ASSM} Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife 23 (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.)
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Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife
By Not My Story
Part 23


Her client that day had been an elderly Oriental man, who was
enthralled with her large breasts, as he put it. In fact, Debra
had been surprisingly disappointed that the swelling in her
breasts had continued to go down. She had actually enjoyed how
well she looked with her breasts flowing over the tops of her
bras. Now her bras hung loosely over her still ample chest.

The Asian business man had barely gotten her interested in the
task of getting him off, and did nothing to make her horny. But
when she started thinking about giving Jerry a call, after
finishing the old geezer off, she worked herself into a frenzy.
She blew the old man quickly, then after nursing him back to an
erection, she found that he wanted to "Titi-fucku", as he put it.
So she took his cock between her breasts, and started rubbing
them up and down over his tool. He came all over her chest, and
spraying a dab on her chin, before collapsing, exhausted, on the
bed. He thanked her for her efforts, barely giving her a chance
to clean his sperm from her body, before his assistant was
showing her out, even as she was pulling the thin tank top down
over her head.

She had made it down to the lobby of the office building, before
she pulled some change from her purse, and tried to call Jerry.
She was so happy when he answered his cell phone, that she almost
jumped. But then he burst her bubble, telling her that he was
doing a remote at a store that afternoon, and wouldn't be able to
meet her. He had offered to meet her that night, after he was
done, but of course she had to turn him down.

She hung up disappointed, but was still horny, and remembered
that she was only fifteen minutes away from a bar, that she had
found an adequate partner at just last week. In fact, the guy
that she had picked up, had given her a hundred dollars, when she
left him that afternoon. She didn't bother explaining to him that
she wasn't a hooker, opting instead to just take the money, and
go home fulfilled.

She made it to the bar, but found it almost empty. There were
three youngsters, college kids she supposed, at one table, and a
large black man and a sleazy looking woman at another. She
decided to have a quick drink, and if things didn't pick up,
she'd move on to somewhere else.

She hadn't even gotten her drink, when one of the college boys
offered to buy it for her. She felt a little complimented, that
such a young man would offer, and so she accepted it.

She watched, as the sleazy looking woman kept pointing at her,
while the man that she sat with, talked on his cell phone. She
hadn't paid any attention to her date, motioning to his friends,
who grabbed the drink from the waiter to deliver it themselves,
nor had she seen the powder dropped in it, as one of the boys
stirred it around in the drink.

The young man who stayed to talk to her, tried very hard to be
charming and polite, as well as eager to compliment her on how
good she looked. She sat and listened to him, enjoying her drink
as she sucked in his compliments. She decided that she had
listened to enough, and knew that he couldn't possibly be
aggressive enough to fulfill her needs, and was about to brush
him off, when another drink arrived for her at the table. She
accepted the drink enjoying having others pay for her drinks, no
matter if she had any interest in them or not.

She had begun to drain the new drink much more aggressively than
she had the last one, and was feeling a little woozy and tired.
She then asked him how big his cock was, as this now her
signature line, when picking up guys. She worried that she was
too drunk and tired to make it back to the gym. The young man had
answered that he was two big for her. Now overly confident, he
knew he was taking her back to their apartment, as he saw the
drugged glazed look in her eyes.

Debra laughed at his overly confident attitude, and asked him,
"How big?"

"Oh big enough mamma." he crowed, as she giggled hysterically. He
moved closer to her, and placed his hand on her leg. He wanted to
get closer, to see just how affected she was by the drugs, and to
make sure that she didn't fall off of her stool. He knew that she
was ready, when he had his hand under her skirt, and she hadn't
even twitched.

He motioned for his friends to join him, but was surprised when
the black man approached them as well. Debra found her mind
reeling, as she watched the black man whisper something in her
new friends ear. She noticed her friend start to say something,
when he looked down and stumbled away. She hadn't seen the shiny
silver blade, but as she was slumped over the table, having
trouble keeping herself up right, it wasn't surprising.

The three college kids took off in a flash, as the black man
helped her up from her table. He and his whore helped her out of
the bar, and back to an old sedan. She slept, as they drove her
back to an old apartment complex. She didn't really remember
being drug up the stairs, but vaguely remembered having her wrist
cuffed to the bed post.

She woke up two hours later with a horrible hangover, only to
find the hooker on the end of the bed going through her purse.
She was still far to groggy to say anything meaningful, as she
worked desperately to clear her head. The hooker had gotten up
and left the room, returning moments later with the black man
from the bar.

"Bitch, what kind'a whore falls for that old trick of getting
yourself drugged by a bunch a dumb kids?" he asked, looking over
the contents of her purse. "So who the hell you work for honey?"
he asked, flipping through the money from her purse disappointed.

"Augh, Mr. B I mean Bradley." she answered in a dazed tone.

"Who the fuck is that? He new to town, bitch?" he asked angrily,
now sure that she was a working girl. "No, no he's been around
for, I don't know, a long time." she replied.

"Well he been around that long, he should know not to send his
hoes into my territory. You new to this or something?" he asked
tossing her 23 dollars onto the floor. "New to this?" she asked,
looking around the room "Yes only a couple of weeks." she
answered.

"So you're still clean?" he said, picking up one of the condoms
from her purse.

"Yes!" she said in a disgusted voice, as she pulled on her arm.

"Well lets see how new you are honey." he said as he motioned to
his whore, who quickly left, as he dropped his pants and rolled a
condom over his long hard cock. He then reached between her legs,
and ripped her tiny thong from her body, as he climbed on top of
her. He positioned his prick at her cunt, and rammed it home
quickly. After several thrusts, he announced that it was time to
see the fun bags, and ripped her tank top from her body.

Debra had begun tossing her head from side to side, mumbling "NO,
NO, NO!!!" as she felt his long hard cock pistoning into her
again and again. She then wretched under him, as he brought his
face to hers, and gave her a long tongue filled kiss. "Yo bitch,
call the fella's and get um over here to sample my new hoe." he
shouted, while he continued stroking into her forcefully.

Debra began begging him to release her, even as he continued
assaulting her tirelessly. She kept insisting that there had been
a mistake, and that she wasn't trying to move in on anyone's
territory. She couldn't believe that with all she had already
been through, that now this could happen on top of all the rest.

Tyrone, as he was known to his whores, had heard enough of the
bitches lip, and slapped her across her face, knocking her out
cold, and splitting her lip wide open. He finally finished
erupting his seed into the tip of the condom and pulled out of
her cunt, and moving to her face, rolled the condom from his
still semi-erect cock, allowing the sperm to drop onto her
unconscious face.

Tyrone then pulled his pants back on and left the room, leaving
Debra cuffed to the bed and unconscious. He asked his whore where
the John's were, then ordered her to get a needle and some stuff
to give to the new slut. His whore presented him with her needle
and a dose of the drug, which got her slapped to the floor.

"The bitch says she new to the biz and clean you stupid hoe, now
get me a new needle, and make sure the John's know to wear their
rubbers, least for now anyhow." he said, as she picked herself up
from the floor.

"Ain't got no clean needles Tyrone, damnit." she screamed, wiping
the blood from her lip. "What you got to go hittin me for, I'm
the one told you my john said he nailed a new girl anyhow."

"Shut up you stupid Bitch! Now get your dirty ass down to de
clinic, and get me a new needle. Least I can do is start the new
bitch out clean, it'll keep her working a little longer anyhow."
he said, returning to check on Debra.

Debra was just coming to, as she felt someone feeling up her
tit's. Her mouth and head ached, and she could taste the blood in
her mouth.

"These are real aren't they honey, no silicon in these puppies?"
he said, pinching her nipple savagely. Debra nodded, as she
turned her head from side to side, trying to clear her mind. "You
best understand right now that I don't know how your last pimp
worked your ass, but I don't take no sass from my hoes, and you
better not sass the John's either. Like the book says, your to be
seen not heard. Got that bitch, else I'll slap you again." he
said, lifting his hand, ready to strike her again.

"Now, I don't know this cat you worked for, but I figure he ain't
going to miss you no how. Your dumb ass ain't even brought him in
thirty for the day. Now I work my hoes and you gonna have to pull
at least five a day for me bitch. You keep whatever you get above
that. I got a deal with the cops, you stay on my streets, and
keep it on the down low, and you don't have to worry about the
man." cupping her chin in his palm.

Debra shook her head weakly, acknowledging his total domination
over her, not wanting to be beaten again, and knowing that she
had no other choice for now at least.

"I see your clean, and ain't got no track marks, so you outta
know that my girls I keep um strung out. I sent Zippy to get ya a
new needle. Once I let ya out, it'll be up to ya to keep yourself
clean. I get you all the smack you need, as long as ya turn the
tricks and make me money." he said, squeezing her chin roughly.
She had begun crying, not wanting to fall victim to this thug.

He stared down at her, as he heard the knock on the door. "Your
first John's here, I expect you to be on your best behavior." he
said, getting up to answer the door.

Debra looked over at the table, and saw the key ring with the
button she'd been ordered never to touch. If she could only hit
the button, maybe she could get some help. She fought with the
cuff on her arm, stretching out to reach it, as she heard her
captor laughing with someone else, out in the front room. She
grew desperate, as she heard herself described cruelly to at
least two other voices. She had begun trying to use the remnants
of her torn tank top, trying to get the keys closer to her hand,
when the men walked in.

"So bitch, ya still got some spunk left in ya!" Tyrone shouted,
as he grabbed a handful of her hair. "You're white ass belongs to
me now honey. Now old Rickie here, he done paid me good, to be
the first John to sample your white ass, as I welcome you into my
stable. So why don't you show him some of that fight of yours, as
he likes his bitches feisty." he said, pushing her head into the
metal headboard violently.

"Yo, Tyrone, the bitch is wearing a band man. Where the fuck is
your old man at honey." he asked groping her left breast roughly.

"Ooch!" she screamed, as he twisted her nipple viscously.
"Rickie, I'm her old man now, so it don't matter. Now, you want
her or not?" Tyrone asked, motioning to her splayed open legs.

"Fuck yea I'll take a ride now. Give me my money's worth bitch."
he said, driving his hand between her legs.

"Rickie, don't forget to use a rubber man, she's still clean she
say's." Tyrone said, motioning to the remnants of her purse.

Rickie took her, first having her suck his foul smelling cock,
before placing the rubber over his tool, and driving it home
inside her. He was rough and demanding, taking her quickly, as
she panted and groaned. He left happy, and was quickly replaced
by another man. She was happy to see that he took note of her
keys, but her hopes faded, when he finished fucking her, and
pocketed her key, but not before asking her where the Beemer was.

She named the bar to him, and he left, thanking Tyrone for the
great piece of ass. He was replaced by a Hispanic man, who
practically ripped her arm from the socket, as her pulled and
tugged on her, as she lay there cuffed to the bed. He then
flipped her over, and reamed out her ass, while he practically
ripped her hair from her scalp. Once she licked his blood and
shit covered cock clean, he rolled the rubber down over his cock,
and shoved it into her cunt.

He was followed by a large fat black man, who virtually
suffocated her while he fucked her. She was shocked that his
little peepee stuck out far enough from his rotund belly, to
penetrate her at all. He was apparently a pimp himself, and after
he finished, he and Tyrone sat on the edge of the bed, trying to
work out a trade for Debra. The amount of money and drugs were
just never right, and after fifteen minutes of negotiations, the
fat bastard left without her. She was allowed to rest for several
minutes, before the next John entered the room.

He was an average sized man, from what she saw. As he shoved his
cock down her throat, she noticed that he was missing one of his
balls, just like Ray. She noted from the larger than average
amount of sperm he spurted down her throat, that this in no way
affected his performance, and he never softened, before he
sheathed his weapon, and then pounded it into her ass.

She was at first confused, when Tyrone entered after the last
John had left, and sat on her chest. He tied a rubber hose around
her fore arm, and flicked her elbow repeatedly. "Bring me the
shit bitch!" he screamed, as he held her arm extended out. Debra
knew what was coming, and begged him not to shoot her up. Her
pleas fell on deaf ears, and soon the needle was slipped under
her skin, injecting her with its vile contents, as she begged him
to stop.

The effects of the drug took place almost instantly, and she
slipped into an altered state. He removed the cuff from her
bruised arm, and pulled the now badly tattered skirt from her
belly, before he left the room.

She wasn't alone for long, and soon she was being screwed by
another John, and then another, as the line seemed to go on
forever. She felt lost in a world that she had never known.

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