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Subject: {ASSM} (Revised) Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife 1 (M+/F, Blackmail, Coer)
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I was reading my story starting back at chapter one to make sure I
kept everything in line with the previous chapters as I worked on the
next chapter of the story when I noticed several errors. I also found
several things I felt I should have expanded on or just didn't like
after further review. My grammar isn't the best either but I have made
several changes and tried to clean it up and am pretty happy with the
results so here is a revised and updated version of Chapter One of
this story I will go through and update all the Chapters and repost
them as I continue working on Chapter 29. As always I hope someone
finds this story entertaining and if you do please drop me an E-mail
and let me know.

notmystory@kc.rr.com

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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.


Thanks to Ted E.  Bear again for taking time to edit, proof read
and contributed to this story.  Thanks.


Please! Send me your comments!
notmyst...@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


Chapter 1

Debra Barone drove her car into the uncertain fate that awaited her.
Her ordeal had all began some three months ago. First she had found
the photos in a large blue envelope left in the car seat while she was
dropping the twins off at school. She had immediately recognized the
photos. She had allowed her old boyfriend Nick to take them of her
back in college before she had ever met Ray. At the time she had
convinced herself it was art with Nick being an amateur photographer
and majoring in art while attending school on an athletic scholarship
but now looking back in retrospect it was nothing more than smutty
porn. She couldn't believe she had ever allowed him to take photos
like this of her in the first place. But in her defense she had been
young, adventourous and stupid. She was an adventurous college student
at the time experimenting with her own sexuality and Nick hadn't been
the first to take a raunchy photo of her, she had been photographed
raising her shirt at Mardi Gras and to her dismay found the picture on
the front page of the local section of the local paper the next day
black bars covering the nipples on her exposed chest.

When the couple had finally broke up Nick swore he had given her all
the prints and negatives. She took them, and after reviewing them
disgusted at herself for allowing him to take so many photo's of her
in so many disturbing poses from those of her with her legs spread
while she fingered her sex to those of her with his cock resting on
her chin or down her throat, convinced she had them all she then burnt
them and put it behind her. She met Ray a couple of years later and
never looked back. Then some 7 years later she had seen Nick's
obituary in the paper and attended his funeral just over a year ago.
His carefree life had been the cause of his early demise, and as Debra
looked back at the life she had before Ray and her children she knew
she had made the right choice. She had a loving husband and 3
wonderful children. Sure Ray was an idiot sometimes but he was her
idiot and she loved him.

The first note left with the photo's had warned her not to tell anyone
or else. It threatened everyone starting with her Mother-in-law Marie
would get a set of the photos of her if she didn't do exactly as she
was instructed. The note instructed her to go to a local motel after
dropping her kids off at school the next day to make the payment
arrangements necessary to keep the photos from those she loved. She
was told to put on the included blindfold and knock on the door of
room 315. With the warning of what would happen if she refused, she
knew she had no choice but to obey.

Debra knew there was no way she could ever let Marie or anyone else
for that matter see the photos of her. Marie already hated her or so
it felt and Frank and Robert would be unbearable to be around after
being seeing photos of her like that. Deep down she thought Marie
actually loved and accepted her as her daughter-in-law, but she knew
the photos would change that and ruin her life. No way would the saint
Marie ever accept the fact that her little angel Ray had married a
tramp who would have had photos like that taken of her. She would
never let Debra live it down. That would be bad enough if she only saw
them a few times a year on holiday's and had to suffer the indignity,
but to live next door to her in-laws and have to face Marie day after
day, no way could she live with that. There was no way she could allow
that to happen. She decided to do as the note instructed to keep those
photos from her family. She feared what might happen but believed she
could handle it. She wouldn't do anything else to jeopardize her
marriage, but she had to get those photos back without anyone else
seeing them.

She arrived at the motel that day and followed the instructions on the
note to the letter. Standing in front of the door she looked around
worried before placing the blindfold over her eyes and timidly
knocking on the door and waiting. After what seemed like an eternity
standing at the door blindfolded she heard it open. She flinched as a
gentle hand took hold of her arm and led her into the room. Debra
Barone's heart stopped as a quiet and gentle male voice told her to
have a seat; her purse was taken from her hand as she sat slowly in
the chair. She had worn one of Ray's sweatshirts and a pair of her
sweatpants under the thick winter coat she wore. She had tried to ugly
herself up the best she could. She wore no make-up and left her hair a
mess from restless night's sleep. The triple layer of clothes she wore
made it impossible to see her figure and made her look much fatter
than she was. Debra had stopped by the bank gotten all the cash she
could then she had gone to an ATM machine taking out as large a cash
advance on all their credit cards as she could, she only hoped it
would be enough. She had no idea how much money it would take to buy
back the photos but she knew she had to get them. She waited in
silence listening to the motion around her. She thought there must be
two or more people in the room from the sounds of movement she heard.

Deciding five minutes of silence must have passed Debra finally spoke
up. "Hello?" she said the fear echoing in her voice.

"Yes Mrs. Barone what can I do for you?" the soft voice responded to
her.

"I... I don't. well I just wondered what was happening?" she said

"What do you think is happening?" the voice asked

"Um well I don't know." She paused "I guess I just don't understand
why I'm here." She asked sounding confused and worried

"Well you drove yourself here Mrs. Barone I would hope you know why
you're here." The voice said smugly. "So why don't you tell me why
you're here?"

"Aaugh well I guess... no I mean I came here to get the pictures of
me.... You said to be here to make payment arrangements... I uh don't
really have a lot of money but I brought what I could so... well I
mean what do you want for the pictures?" Debra asked more concerned
now than when she had first got there.

"I would like to know what it is you think I want for those pictures
Mrs. Barone?" the voice asked again.

"I don't know I don't think there really any good they uh well I mean
they can't really be worth much who uh I mean who other than me uhm
would even uh want them." She said stumbling for an answer.

"Really you don't think anyone else might want to see them. Hmmm I bet
your crazy old Mother-in-law or Ray's brother Robbie would love to see
them so I guess the question is what do you think I want for them Mrs.
Barone?" the voice asked.

"I thought you would want money. I mean my husband he's a writer for
Newsday and so I thought you know that you thought we had money and
you could blackmail me for some quick cash." She said skeptically

"No you didn't Mrs. Barone. We both know what you thought I would want
from you." The voice said menacingly "but for now I just want to ask
some questions Mrs. Barone."

A tear streaked down her face as she realized she wouldn't be able to
buy the photo's back nor could she do what she felt he was implying to
get them back.

"Well I guess I should be going." she said as she reached for the
blindfold.

"STOP!" shouted the voice "you take off that blindfold and these
pictures will make it home before you do Deb" the voice said.

And so it began.

For three hours Debra was interrogated by the voice. She was never
touched and no one made a move on her as she sat terrified of what was
to come. The hours passed slowly under the grueling questioning and by
the end he had begun to ask her more and more personal questions.
Questions about her sex life with Ray and her sex life before she had
met Ray. She was asked about the photos and when they were taken and
by whom and why she would have allowed it. She was forced to tell
every detail of her life, her friends family and schedule, but most
importantly of her sex life. She was forced to say how many partners
she had been with and every detail about them. She got more concerned
as the questioning continued it seemed as if he already knew the
answers to so many of the questions. The fact is every time she would
try to lie to the voice he called her on it telling her he knew she
had lied and demanded she tell him truth. It had been an
excruciatingly long and grueling three hours when the voice told her
she would be free to go she just had to wait two minutes before she
could remove the blindfold and leave.

It had been bad but the worst part was she had never had a chance to
ask about getting the photo's back, after every answer she gave
immediately came another question until finally the voice told her it
was over, at that point she was just so thankful to end the
questioning she had totally forgot to ask about the pictures. Another
four weeks past before she heard from her blackmailer again. She had
received another envelope containing even more photo's of her from her
college days. This envelope included several shots that shocked and
appalled her to the point of anger, she couldn't remember Nick having
taken the shots of her or anything else about when the must have been
taken. The photos showed her with men other than Nick strange men some
she knew from school some complete strangers all with her blindfolded
many with her tied to a bed. She was shocked and infuriated as she put
what had happened together in her mind. Nick had a thing for
blindfolds himself he used to love to encourage her to get drunk and
stoned and tie her to the bed then blindfold her before making love to
her. Only now did she know it hadn't always been Nick but many times
his friends who would have their way with her as she lay helplessly on
the bed.

Again the envelope had contained a note and a blindfold. She was
instructed to do the same as she had the first time. She had decided
on the drive home from her first encounter to not to go to another
rendezvous with her blackmailer scared to death what might happen if
she did instead choosing to take her chances trying to explain to Ray
and his family her relationship with Nick but now with over a dozen
photos of her with different men she decided she had no choice but to
meet him one last time. Nothing had happened on her first encounter
with her blackmailer and she would rather face a strangers questions
than those of the entire Barone family. She was at least relieved by
the timing of the latest demand. Ray, Robert and his parents where
picking up the kids from school that day and taking them camping for
the weekend. She had planned on driving out of town to see her mother
after dropping the kids off at preschool that morning. Now she would
just have to leave from the motel. At least she would have a few days
away from Ray and the kids to deal with whatever was to come.

Again she timidly knocked on the door after placing the blindfold over
her eyes and again she had been led into the room and sat in silence
for what seemed like an eternity. The first thing the voice had said
to her was

"Open your mouth."

Reluctantly she opened her mouth thinking of how to respond to such a
strange request. As soon as her lips parted to speak a small rubber
ball was forced inside her mouth spreading her jaw apart painfully.
Instantly two sets of hands had grabbed each of her arms and held her
in the chair. At the same time the ball gag had been latched in place
behind the back of her head.  She panicked knowing at least four men
had her gagged and pinned as she tried to break free squirming as best
she could in the grip of the powerful hands holding her in place.
Fear shot up her spine as she felt the sleeve of her coat and
sweatshirt pulled up her arm exposing her bare skin to the cool air of
the room. Her fear and panic had spiked as a cold cotton swab was
rubbed on her forearm she had struggled with all her might before the
needle pushed effortlessly thru her skin. The struggle to break free
from her captors was the last clear memory she had when she woke up
late Sunday afternoon naked and sticky in her own disheveled bed at
home.

Debra Barone awoke both tired and sore, a painful ache in her crotch,
ass, breast and mouth. In truth every inch of her body ached from her
ordeal. She knew she had sex, lots of sex. In fact she had been
screwed more times than she could count from the time she arrived at
that hotel room. Her limited memory of the events that weekend was
foggy almost dream like. As she struggled to recall what had happened
to her she thought back to her struggle in the motel room and slowly
brief recollections of had happened began popping back into her head.
There had been at least half a dozen men in the room that morning. She
remembered the blindfold being taken off her, allowing her to see the
room full of men. She didn't think she had recognized any of them but
the memories were so foggy she couldn't be sure.

The men had taunted her for several minutes after the blindfold had
been removed, giving the drug time to work. Then they released her
arms and removed the gag. They allowed her to rest in the chair for
only minutes before her nightmare began. Then she remembered being
asked to strip. Oh god the cameras, she had stripped for the group of
men in front of at least two cameras. As she lay there trying to
recall the events of that weekend she found herself unable to believe
what had happened and what she had done. She had begun to follow the
men's directions and had danced and even flirted with the men as they
helped her remove the many layers of clothes she wore.

Oh God no she screamed to herself she had been filmed having sex with
multiple men and not just having sex. She had enjoyed it. She had done
it willingly she had...

She cried herself into the shower after pulling the soiled sheets from
the bed, as she tried to wash away the memory of what had happened and
what she had done. The fact was that other than having had her already
neatly trimmed bush now shaved clean and a few small bruised on her
thighs, breast and arms she could find no other signs of her
infidelity on her body. Debra stayed in the shower for over an hour
and a half, crying as she recalled more painful memories from that
weekend. At least Frank installing that new water heater had paid off
she had thought, before wondering what sick things the crude old man
would say if he knew how she had spent her weekend.

She remembered being led from the motel room after satisfying all the
men there, but before they left she had been helped to shower and
cleaned including shaving clean her bush by several of the eager
fellows who had just ravished her. Her short red dress, Ray's favorite
in fact had been handed to her to put on. She was given her makeup bag
and instructed to doll herself up nice. She left the hotel looking
like a million bucks despite just being used like a cheap tramp by a
group of strange men. Three of the men took her to a fine restaurant
downtown in the lobby of a hotel. After the group had finished dinner
Debra was taken to the dance floor where she was swapped from one
partner to another as the men she came with returned to their table
and began speaking to different men who had joined them at the table.
Debra danced for over half an hour while her blackmailers talked at
the table. Finally one of them approached her. He instructed her to
accompany Mr. Smith for the time being.

Mr. Smith if that was his name was at least sixty years old and
obviously lonely. She accompanied him to a hotel room above the
restaurant. In retrospect she couldn't understand why she had done it
but the fact is she had. When the couple entered the room the old man
had climbed all over her after pushing her down on the bed. She
remembered being there and succumbing to his aggressive sexual
advances but she still couldn't figure out why she allowed it to
happen. In less than an half an hour he had finished with her and
kissing her gently on her head he dressed and after placing several
bill's on the dresser he left her lying nude on the bed his senior
citizen sperm swimming inside her once proud body.

Debra lay on the bed looking up as her older lover went to leave. When
he opened the door he was greeted by two of Debra's blackmailers. She
remembered seeing the money from Mr. Smith sitting on the dresser
picked up by one of the two men. As he left they entered they were
quick to help her get dressed, cleaned up and retouch her make-up
before they took her back down to the hotels bar. No sooner had they
arrived than Debra was given a tall fruity drink and introduced to a
Mr. Jones. She was hurried to finish the drink before she was told to
show Mr. Jones the highlights of local entertainment. As soon as she
sat her finished drink down on the bar Mr. Jones escorted her back to
the same hotel room. She had noted the bed had been remade and a
bottle of champagne had been opened and left on ice.

If Mr. Smith had been Sixty Mr. Jones was his older brother. He poured
them each a glass of champagne and sat and watched as she sipped hers
while sitting on the edge of the bed. When she had finished he began
to instruct her on what he wanted her to do. Again she had obeyed his
every wish standing and slowly dropping her dress to the floor. She
climbed on the bed as he asked and began to tease her nipples just as
he directed, she then rubbed the ice from the champagne across her
breast and then her crotch to the old mans glee. Soon she was diving
her fingers erotically into her now well used cunt in front of the
leering old man. She couldn't remember when he had dropped his pants
and joined her only that he had. He had used her as so many others
that day had.

Again as he left, her blackmailers returned, took the money he left
and helped her dress and clean up and then returned her to the bar. No
sooner would she get there than she would be sent back to the room
with someone else. By eleven at night this had been repeated over and
over again she was unsure how many times.

Saturday had been a day of more of the same she had awoken to a shot
of drugs in her arm and dick in her ass. After the three men in the
hotel room had used her she was given the morning after pill, some
other pill she hadn't heard what and some breakfast. The group stayed
in the hotel room till some time after lunch. Debra had been well
cleaned in every way possible to start her second day on the job nice
and clean.

They took the young mother to a local shop where they bought her a
couple of dresses that barely covered her thirty something body having
her wear on out of the shop. After having her eat a light dinner and
down several mixed drinks Debra was taken back to the hotel room. At
the direction of her blackmailers she put on her new black dress and
plenty of make-up. She had been given a pair of six inch heels to wear
but after falling down twice before getting out of the room they let
her wear a four inch pair out of pure necessity.

The men took her to an exclusive nightclub were they danced and had
her flirt for several hours. By 9 p.m. the club had opened its
exclusive VIP area. Unlike some clubs that had only a small room the
VIP room here was a club of its own. As Debra was escorted back to the
room by some type of security person she saw one of her blackmailers
taking a large wad of cash from some sort of club management. As she
watched this one of the other blackmailers whispered in her ear.

"Just do everything you're told Mrs. Barone. You do anything anyone
wants like a good girl you understand me?"

She remembered shaking her head in acceptance of his orders as the two
separated and she was lead into the posh exclusive VIP room.

Inside the room a group of the cities young elite indulged in all
their carnal desires. Drugs like Ecstasy where everywhere throughout
the room and it took only seconds before she was ushered onto the
dance floor by a hunky young man. The music was load and thumping she
had never heard anything like it before. The dancing was also foreign
to her as her partner on the dance floor ground his body into hers in
a most elicit display. He was soon replaced by another and then
another as man after man jumped in to grind the body into her on the
crowded dance floor.

She was eventually pulled from the dance floor where she was given a
drink. She wasn't sure what it was perhaps a screwdriver she thought.
As she sipped on her drink one of her former dance partners brought a
pill to her lips and after slipping it in her mouth he brought her
glass back to her lips forcing her to wash it down. Once she finished
her drink he took her back onto the dance floor. This time the
constant grinding really started to effect her as her arousal grew the
longer the stimulation went on.

Unsure when or how she remembered being led from the dance floor and
laid on one of the large couches lined up around the walls of the
room. She found her dress was bunched up at her waist as her dance
partner began sucking heavily on her breast with his fingers exploring
her cunt having pushed her tiny g-string aside. Her eyes explored the
room as her partner explored her body and she noted she must be one of
the older women in the room, perhaps the oldest. As time passed her
dance partner had moved from sucking and fingering her to screwing her
savagely he ravished her and left her lying there exposed for the next
lucky fellow. It took no time at all before he was replaced by a tall
strapping black man. She remembered looking down at her crotch as the
dark shaft was pumped inside her body over and over again,
disappearing deep inside her. She remembered his gushing climax as he
sprayed his seed across her face having pulled himself from her cunt
and moving to her head jabbing his spewing cock at her mouth urging
her to swallow.

He was quickly replaced by another and then another. She had found
herself sandwiched between two men one thrusting his rigid cock into
her tightly clenched ass from below while another rammed her cunt from
the top. As she screamed in discomfort someone else shoved a cock into
her open mouth. She remembered looking around the room at the time and
seeing other women in similar situations lying on couches around the
room. The VIP  room had become an all out orgy with more people
entering all the time. Her memory of the rest of the evening faded
into the orgy she found herself a part of.

By the time Ray and the kids had made it home she had stopped her
crying but only because she didn't think she was physically capable of
shedding even one more tear. She tried to act normally as she greeted
her husband and the children, and of course it wasn't an hour before
Ray's parents and his brother had come over.

She suffered thru the evening and the next several days. She had been
able to put Ray off for several days but eventually she had to agree
to his request for sex. She had shaved herself clean before so Ray
only mentioned it in passing. He told her it seemed somehow better
than he remembered. This frightened her did he know? No of course he
didn't she wasn't on ESPN he had to be clueless she reassured herself
as she rolled over to fall asleep.

Please send comment or questions to

notmystory@kc.rr.com

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