1. Blackmailed


    Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 66, Source: xHamster

    said. “Mr. Janis?” “Yes.” “My name is Bridget Sir, I have some important papers for you to look at, may I come in.” Now I’m not in the habit of letting young girls into my house. She looked like she was about 14 or 15. She had black hair and dressed a little Goth. She looked slightly familiar but I couldn’t quite place her. She looked harmless enough though. “Sure,” I said, “come on in.” She stepped inside and I closed the door. “Come on in,” I said again as I turned and walked into the living room. “Have a seat.” I gestured to a chair. “Thank You,” she said while sitting. “Can I get you something to drink?” “No thanks,” she said, “I just had a can of pop at the police station.” “Police station,” I said with surprise, “What is this about anyway?” She handed me the envelope. “Mr. Janis, if you look inside here I think you’ll understand.” I opened the envelope and removed the papers inside. “What’s this, “ I asked, “it looks like a police report?” “It is Mr. Janis, it’s a police report from my ****.” “****! I’m sorry.” “Not nearly as sorry as you’re going to be. Go ahead, read it. It explains how this guy drove up to me on the street pretending to ask a question. When got closer to the car he grabbed me and pulled me in. He told me if I tried to run he’d kill me. I’m not sure where he took me but he tied my hands and feet to the bed. You can see the photos of marks the rope left on my wrists and ankles. Then he tore my clothes off of me and ****d me. There’s some pictures of ...
    my torn clothes. Luckily he ejaculated inside of me so they have his DNA.” “I’m very sorry Miss but what does this have to do with me?” She smiled slightly. “Take a look at the kind of car the guy had,” she said. I look around for the make of car on the report. “A Jaguar,” I said out loud. That’s the kind of car I have I thought. I looked and saw she had 3 numbers from the license plate. They also matched mine. “What the heck’s going on here,” I asked. I was starting to get nervous. “Not only is it your car that I described, but it’s your DNA.” Now I was really shocked and I guess I didn’t hide it very well. She chucked to herself. “That’s not possible,” I said now starting to sweat. “Let me ask you a question,” she said, “are you a starving artist or a wannabe?” It suddenly hit me, the girl from the bar, but that’s impossible. She was 22 or 23 yrs. old, this girl is only about 15. Could it be her younger s****r. My head was spinning around a million miles an hour. Why would someone want to frame him for ****. This whole thing can’t be happening. “You can’t be her, she was much older than you.” “Really, you want me to show you the bruises you made fucking me, they’re still there. As for the age, hell, a fake ID cost a hundred bucks and you can get them all over. I’m really only 15 years old and that’s statutory **** anywhere. You could go to prison for a very, very long time. It’s easy. You can’t believe this is happening can you? Let me assure you, it is. And now I guess I’ll ...
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