"OH GOD!"
"OH GOD! OH GOD I'M CUMMING! YOU'RE IN MY ASS AND I'M CUMMING! OH GOD TODD! OH FUCK, FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS!"
Allison gasped as her voice came through her answering machine, loud and clear, her very words that she had used a week ago when Todd had taken her unwillingly after she'd lost a poker game. Unwillingly, but not unfairly, since she had bet him a night with her if she'd lost. Still, she hadn't expected to lose, or that he'd actually make her pay up on it in such a way. Closing her eyes to block out the memories, she listened to the rest of the message, Todd's voice.
"Hey princess, I'm sure you recognize where that's from. And I'm sure a lot of other people would be shocked to hear you say such dirty things! I'll bet Daddy would love to know what his little girl is up to..." Allison bit her knuckles, if her elitist father EVER found out... and there'd be no way to keep it from her mother if her dad knew. The ominous voice on the answering machine continued, "But I'm sure we can come to some kind of agreement where that won't be necessary. Meet me in the school library, sports section, at 10pm tonight. Oh, and you might want to check your email."
Allison rushed to the computer, her brown curls bouncing around her distraught and anxious face. She knew why Todd had chosen the sports section of the library that late at night, it was in the very back corner of the library and there'd be no one anywhere near there. Perfect for a private conversation - and a lot of other things according to college gossip. But she didn't have a choice, she had to get that tape. If only she hadn't fainted that night... she might've been able to convince him to give it to her at the end of the night....
The message in her email inbox showed her just how desperately she needed to get the tape back from him. And also the still frames off his computer. Picture after picture of her body tied to his bed, a couple of him shaving her pussy, far too many of his dick sliding between her tits, the revolting one of him shoving the previously owned vibrator into her pussy while she looked on in disgust, and a couple with his fingers sliding in her ass. But none of the actual anal sex... and she was obscurely disappointed somehow, until she got to the end of the email. There was a video clip.
Minute after minute, from the moment he first began to enter her ass - and the look of pain on her face made her wince in sympathy with the memory of that particular agony - to where he released her from the gag, to her obvious cascading climax. The worst part was watching after she had fainted, watching as he finished cumming in her ass, finally withdrawing, and then playing with her body after untying her. Dammit! How could she have remained unconscious through all that? There had to be at least ten minutes of footage of him fondling her breasts and playing with her pussy before he finally packed up and turned off the video camera. The only mercy had been that the clip didn't have sound, at least she didn't have to hear herself screaming for him to fuck her ass. There was no way that anyone watching this would take it for rape, it would look more like kinky sex games being played by oversexed college students. She groaned, sliding her hands over her head, trying to figure a way out of this mess. Nothing. There was absolutely nothing to be done except meet him and try to convince him to give her the tape and erase all the pictures.
As she got from the computer seat, she realized that she was wet and horny after watching her debasement.
DAMMIT! What the hell was wrong with her anyway?! Maybe she just needed a steady boyfriend, if she was getting orgasms from somewhere then she wouldn't be turned on by perverts. Definitely time for a cold shower.
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At 9:55 Allison was sitting in the back corner of the library, at the one table in the sports section. Having decided that she was not going to encourage Todd in any way, she was wearing granny undies, baggy sweatpants, her thickest bra, and a turtleneck. In her wallet was a five thousand dollars in cash, almost her entire spending cash from her father for the semester, but it would be worth it if she could pay off Todd with money rather than any other way. Sitting quietly, hunched over, she was tapping her foot, impatient to get all of this over with.
Todd came around the corner, and was looking better than ever. She may have dressed to dissuade, but he was dressed to impress. A black tight shirt set off his muscle tone and hair, while worn jeans hung loosely from his hips. One lock of hair fell down in front of his forehead, drawing attention to his warm brown eyes. When they'd first met, she'd thought he had the kindest eyes she'd ever seen, now the warmth in them seemed more mocking than anything else. She gritted her teeth as he smiled at her, and she also noticed that he didn't appear to be carrying anything. Damn. They'd either have to meet again if she was going to pay him off for the video and deleting the pictures, or go to his place. On the other hand, going to his place might be better because then she'd be able to make sure that he deleted all the pictures... but did she really want to be alone in his apartment again?
Todd was decidedly amused at the consternation on Allison's face, she obviously was unsure of what was going to happen and what she was going to do about it. He was less amused at her choice of wardrobe, but there was nothing to be done about that now. And maybe he could play it to his advantage. Grinning malevolently at her, he sat in the seat directly next to hers and ignored her unwelcoming glare.
