Blackmailed Forger

Synopsis: A blackmailed clerk helps her master in a business venture. Prequel to Owning a Dominant Bitch

By Rebelman

Chapter 1
Darrel James had waited patiently for this day. He had confronted Peggy almost two months earlier with the info he collected on her forgery scheme and, when he revealed the evidence to her, she crumbled quickly. Little by little he had taken more and more control.

His job at the bank gave him more than enough to live on, and the recent additional windfall of cash, allowed him to put his plan into motion. First, he had insisted she continue college as well as quit her job. She had no family to interfere, and friends were minimal, since she worked all the hours school would allow. He had moved her into his home and had given her money for clothes and tuition.

His entire plan hinged on her becoming dependent on him and making her servitude seem much better than her alternative of jail. Darrel had spent a lot of time over the last few months covering his tracks at the bank and making sure that all her transactions were wiped from the record. He wanted to enjoy Peggy without looking over his shoulder and now he was confident that he would not be a suspect should anyone ever find Penny’s forgeries. Now he intended to claim all her charms and enjoy her to the fullest.

When he arrived home she was in the kitchen cooking. Peggy had willingly followed his orders the last few months, as it had been easier to please him than her boss at her old job. All she had to do was keep the house neat and cook every evening. The only other stipulation was to keep her grades at the 3.65 she had struggled to maintain throughout her five long years of college.

Tonight, Darrel was about to increase her responsibilities.

“Peggy, come here,” he called out as he moved into the living room.

She bounded around the corner and smiled as he came into view, “Hello Sir, dinner will be on the table in five minutes.” He was pleased that she was still following the rules.

“Come with me first,” he said as he walked toward the spacious den. The house was enormous and elegantly decorated with an occasional hint of a female’s presence, probably his ex-wife. Darrell turned and watched Peggy’s delicate frame draw nearer before stopping her in the middle of the room.

“Take off your clothes for me Peggy,” he said as he sat heavily into an overstuffed chair.

Peggy stood motionless for a moment not sure if she had heard correctly.
“Wha…what sir?” she stammered.

“I said take off your clothes. Put them on the coffee table when you are finished.” He sounded very matter of factly and his demeanor puzzled Peggy. He had never touched her but she had known this day would come eventually. She stood rather defeated and began to slowly unbutton her blouse.

It took a while to get to the last button but she finally did and pulled the material away revealing her bra covered breasts and flat stomach.

“Don’t stop,” he prodded causing her to jump back to reality. She tugged at the fastener on her skirt and it fell away uncovering her well-proportioned thighs.

Darrel sat forward in anticipation as she reached behind her and began to unclasp her bra. Letting the straps slide from her shoulders she held the cups briefly before letting the material fall onto the rapidly growing pile of clothing. Finally Peggy hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thin panties and slid them down her legs. Completely naked she stood before him trying to cover her breasts and pussy the best she could.

Darrel appraised Peggy as she stood in front of him with one arm across her ample breasts and the other covering her pussy. She was young and beautiful with a nice proportioned body. He particularly liked the fact that she was embarrassed to be naked in front of him.

“Go finish dinner,” he waved her off and picked up the TV remote. Standing nude in front of him, Peggy felt shame wash over her body. She also felt a little hurt, in an odd way, because he had not forced himself on her. She was glad that he hadn’t tried any more though, and grabbed at her clothes so she could continue with dinner.

“Leave them,” he said suddenly, “you won’t be needing clothes around here anymore.” Peggy blushed brightly and released the handful of skirt before straightening up and scurrying out of the room. Darrel pretended to ignore her but watched her ass intently as is it swayed seductively back toward the kitchen.

They ate in silence while Peggy sat blushing most of the time. He had finally made her stop covering herself and now she shifted in her seat uncomfortably as he eyed her displayed breasts. When the meal was over he moved into the living room again, leaving her to clean up. Twenty minutes later she emerged from the kitchen.

“May I have my clothes now, Sir?” She seemed a little upset with him.

“No you may not” he replied, “and if your attitude doesn’t change you may never get them back.”

Peggy stopped short as Darrel turned to her, “You belong to me, I own you. You are aware that I can put you in jail at any time and ruin your life forever.” She was well aware of that fact at all times.

“You are here to please me any way I see fit and right now I want to see you to suck my dick.”

Peggy took in a sharp breath as he said this. She knew from the looks he was always giving her it was inevitable, but now that the moment had arrived she was afraid. He motioned to her and she quietly moved in front of him and dropped to her knees. Opening his pants she fished around until she found his hard cock and pulled it out. She gasped at the size before tentatively kissing the head.

“You do know to suck cock don’t you?” he asked smiling down at her.

Actually she had a few boyfriends she had agreed to have oral sex with, but none had a cock this size. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and stretched it over the head.

Moving slowly Peggy managed to get most of it in her mouth and began to bob up and down rhythmically. Running her tongue along the bottom she gagged slightly as the shaft thickened even more. The continuing motion was having quite an effect on Darrel as he began to moan on every stroke. He grabbed a handful of hair and gently pushed and pulled in time to her efforts. As he began to climax he held her tightly and bucked wildly into her as he came in her mouth.

Peggy choked the warm liquid down in an effort to continue breathing. She could not move as he was still clutching her hair, making it impossible to drop his rapidly softening cock. She decided swallowing was better than suffocating so she gulped down his cum. Finally he let her go and his deflated dick popped from her mouth.

“From now on you will not wear anything while you are in this house unless I say differently. Do you understand?” Peggy nodded her head solemnly as the realization hit her. She would be his private whore forever and there was nothing she could do about it.


Chapter 2

Darrel sat quietly only half listening as Bob drabbled on about nothing. Bob was a bank officer on the same level as Darrel but at a different location and the two frequently had lunch together. Usually he enjoyed the company, but today Darrel had other things on his mind.

He had acquired a large sum of cash that had to be laundered somehow. His thoughts turned back to the recent events that allowed him to save Peggy and rip off a drug dealer while pointing the blame elsewhere.

Having a huge amount of cash at his disposal was exhilarating at first… until he realized he couldn’t spend it. He had to come up with a way to get it back into the system without being caught by the police, or the drug dealer. Using the bank he worked at was out of the question. He had to find a business that handled large sums of cash legally.

“Prescott Manly was in today,” Bob was saying, “he must be back in town for a while.”

Darrel was suddenly alert. Prescott Manly was a well-known tycoon that moved from city to city building his empire.

“What did he want?” Darrel probed.

“He opened a line of credit and get this,” Bob paused dramatically, “he paid for the penthouse suite at the Wilkins Arms Hotel for a month in advance! Do you know what that costs?” He was obviously pleased he had some information that sparked Darrel’s interest.

“A lot I’m sure,” Darrel mumbled. From then on he tuned out Bob and began working on a plan.

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For the rest of the day, Darrel mulled over the idea he had and by the time he was ready to leave work, he felt like the plan had taken shape.

He quickly made his way home and Peggy greeted him as he came into the house from the garage. She was standing as he had instructed her the day before, naked with her hands at her side. He could smell dinner and was suddenly hungry.

“Get dinner ready now,” Darrel said as he walked past her and through the kitchen. “We have some things to do tonight.” Peggy froze for a second thinking this would finally be the night that he took her. He noticed her fretful look and laughed.

“Don’t worry,” he said, “we need to go out first. Then maybe we can think of something else to do later.”

Peggy said nothing but her mind was running a million miles per minute. She began to set the table as she thought about the past few months. Having sex with Darrel didn’t frighten her any more. At this point she was ready to do it and get over the constant anticipation. She realized that the stress of not knowing when it might happen had begun to arouse her when she thought about him.

The prolonged wait had taken on a type of extended foreplay that left her in a state of confusion. Most men only wanted one thing and they wanted it as quickly as possible. Then again, Darrel wasn’t any man.

He returned to the dining room a few minutes after she had finished setting the table. He was now freshly showered and in comfortable clothes. She stood quietly until he motioned for her to sit and enjoy the dinner. Peggy was getting better at cooking and he complimented her on her efforts. They might have been any of a thousand couples sitting down to dinner after work, had it not been for her nudity.

He seemed a bit preoccupied and rushed through his meal. She quickened her pace as well, so she would be ready if he wanted her to do something for him. He politely thanked her for the meal and strode quickly down the hall, leaving her to clean up.

She had just gotten the dishes in the sink when he called to her. Peggy stopped her task and headed down the hall to find him in her room. On the bed were several dresses and a few pair of shoes lay on the floor.

“Try these on,” he told her, pointing at the clothes.

Peggy pulled the first dress on and he had her turn for him before instructing her to try on another. He looked on as she tugged the dress into place and then watched closely as she modeled it for him. Darrel moved closer to her and ran his hands along her stomach as she trembled at his touch. He stood next to her and she looked into his eyes waiting for what had to be their first kiss. Suddenly, he stepped back and pointed to the last dress.

“Try that one on and then we can go,” he said regaining his composure. She struggled a bit, getting the tight dress off and then, pulled the last garment over her head. He didn’t seem to be impressed with it.

“I not really fond of this one,” he said after quickly giving the last dress the once over. “I like the second one the best. Put it back on along with some matching heels and meet me in the den.” He turned and walked down the hall leaving her to finish dressing.

“Sir?” Peggy called after him.

“Yes,” he answered from the doorway.

“What about underwear?” she asked timidly.

“No need for those,” he smiled, “maybe we will stop somewhere and get you some if it really becomes necessary.” She blushed at the thought of being in public with nothing but the skin tight dress to cover her.

****


Peggy walked toward the man in the lobby that Darrel had pointed out. She looked quite sexy in her new tight fitting dress that he had bought her the night before, and she felt like all the eyes in the hotel lobby were on her. She concentrated on not falling off her impossibly high heels and “accidentally” bumped into Prescott Manly.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said. Her embarrassed look came naturally as she really was.

“That’s OK,” was the reply. Prescott turned to look at her and suddenly a smile crept across his face.