Blackmailed into Slavery

    "Please, Sir," Dixie pleaded to the man in the well-tailored suit sitting before her. "I don't want to do this anymore. I want out." "Out?" The man, known to Dixie only as Mister Green, scoffed. He picked up his wine glass from the nearby table and took a sip. He regarded her as he then held it and idly swirled the dark rosy liquid around inside. She's a proper Texan Stepford Wife now... He thought with morbid delight. "You are the one who came to me to begin with, remember?" he told her. "You were the one who wanted me to take care of those pictures of your little drunken slut extravaganza during that high school graduation party that would've kept you out of Harvard. I even went as far as to help you with your finances so that you'd graduate debt-free. p*****t, my dear, is now due." "But things have changed!" Dixie practically whined, wanting to be anywhere but inside of Green's penthouse. "I'm married now!" "Yes, to a respectable young man from one of the elite families from Austin, I know. I was so proud of you that you were able to overcome your humble roots." He fixed her with a gaze that despite his face being cloaked in shadow, Dixie knew that she was being glared at. "Shame I wasn't invited to the wedding. But, I wonder, what would young Mr. Rhodes think if he knew the truth of your past? What would he do if he knew of your promiscuous and scandalous ways before you met him in Grad School?" When Dixie hung her head, wringing her hands anxiously in front of her, he knew that he had her right where he wanted. He pressed his advantage to ensure that he completely had her. "I've invested a great deal into you; I've seen to your grades, I've seen to your standard of living and well-being, I've seen to your future employment with your husband's prestigious firm. I've even made the background check that your in-laws instigated prior to your wedding come back clean." Her head whipped up at that last one. Ooooh... so she didn't know that. Interesting. I'll have to stow that one away for later. "I've waited five years for this. I expect my return on investment." "But..." Dixie replied weakly. "I'm married and I love him!" It was the only defense that she had. "And you'll continue to be married to him." Green pointed out. "But you will still belong to me in whatever fashion I desire when I desire it until I see that your debt has been paid. Now, are you going to uphold your end of the bargain or do I press the reset button on your life?" He took another nip of wine. "Because we both know what will happen if I do that." "No... please don't do that!" Dixie cried out. "Then let's get started then." He jerked his chin upwards to emphasize the point. "Start with removing that dress of yours. While it flatters your figure nicely, I'm afraid that it's just going to get in the way and we don't want it soiled for when you go back home tonight now do we?" Dixie closed her eyes, trying to squeeze back tears, as she turned in place and reached behind her back for the zipper of her one-piece cream dress that hugged her body in all the right places. Even Jake, her husband, remarked at how jaw-droppingly hot she looked as she headed out. It had a high collar and left her shoulders bare like a halter-top but dipped down in the back. She unzipped it down from her bra strap down to her panty line before reaching behind her neck, under her long russet hair, to undo the collar's clasp. The dress fell down her front and she caught it by crossing her arms in front of her chest. Then she peeled it down her body, bending over in front of Mr. Green so that he got a hint of her panty-clad mound before she stood back up. Holding the dress out to the side, she then let it drop to the floor before turning around. "Keep those arms down at your side and get your chin up," Green commanded. She did as she was told, looking back at him with a quivering lip and chin, and he admired the view of her standing there in a cream brassiere with matching lace panty that went well with her conservative cream pumps. Dixie, he knew, was a modest B cup and the padded comfort bra made her look a little fuller in the chest than she really was. "Alright," he casually gestured with his free hand, "now the rest." She turned away from him again, this time to unclasp the bra. The hint of a half-smirk crossed Green's roguish face as he undid his bow tie and unbuttoned the collar of his dress shirt. It was cute that Dixie was being shy like this but he had to find the cheeky little minx that had been hidden inside of her all these years that he first saw. Dixie again crossed her arms before her to hold the bra in place when the shoulder straps slid down her smooth skin before reaching down with one hand to hook her panties and remove them by kneeling this time instead of bending over. Turning back around to face him, she let the bra drop and kicked her pumps off so that she stood before him, nude. "Very good, now step up to me, my dear." "Please..." she now begged him in a whisper. "Can't this be enough?" "No." Green said with a bemused look on his face. "You've spent the summer from high school to college stripping and I made sure that stayed a secret for the entrance review board." That was how he'd met her; in the VIP lounge of a Boston Gentleman's Club. She'd confided her desire to dust herself up and get away from her lowborn status by going to Harvard and he helped her by getting her in and paying her entire way through. "You then turned back to stripping to make ends meet and I bailed you out a second time," he reminded her. He'd seen her stark-naked enough times before but tonight would be different. "No one has touched me since Prom Night... aside from Jake, that is." Dixie admitted. "I know," Green smiled at her. "But you also knew that this was coming. You were the one who chose to fall in love and get married. Don't go blaming me for your stupidity." He beckoned her forward. "Now come here." Not having any other option, Dixie shuffled up to him and stood there just inside of his spread knees. "Still trimming, I see," Green noted, seeing the thin strip of hair just above her slit. "After tonight you'll shave it all off." He held off the urge to grab her right there to feel her up. Instead, he savored the moment by bringing his hands up the sides of her thighs, fingertips lightly sweeping her skin, as he trailed them up her waist and ribs. He paused for a moment, watching her n*****s harden from the goosebumps that she had from his touch. Then he brought his hands in front of her to cup her breasts ever so lightly while softly moving his thumbs across her hardening nubs. Dixie was biting her lower lip while her hands clenched into fists and released and clenched again while Mr. Green fondled her chest. Her eyes fixated onto a point on the wall past him while a riot of sensations and emotions gushed through her. The erotic tingles shot through her breasts from her n*****s and seemed to find their way to her loins, making her wet. What she'd told him was true; while she might have been stripping for a living to help pay for her University bills, she'd stopped sleeping around. She lost her virginity when she turned eighteen, slept around a bit in high school, and then had that drunken orgy on prom night. She'd become a 'Good Christian Girl' by forswearing her past to lead a good and wholesome life but it was one marred by her dark past and surreptitious occupation. She never once slept with any clients. Not even Mr. Green. The night when Jake proposed to her was the first time in four years that she'd had s*x with anyone. And now here she was about to commit adultery by the one man who kept her from losing everything that she'd worked so hard to achieve; a higher education at an ivy league school, reputable employment in a white-collared world, and marriage to a well-to-do man who wanted her for who she was and who she wanted to be... and not some dumb trophy wife to have at his side. Her eyes went to the ceiling as she tried to avoid looking at Mr. Green's exultant face while he slowly rotated his thumbs around her n*****s. A tear trickled down her hot, burning cheek as she tried to endure. I'm doing this for Jake... for us... Oh God... please forgive me for what I have to do... It made her sick to her stomach that she basically sold her soul to the devil so that she'd have a shot at living in paradise. Green's hands drifted back downward. He patted her inner thighs to get her to spread her legs. She did so and he slid a hand over her slickening mound. Dixie let out a whine of despair as he cupped her s*x. Jake had been the only person to touch her there in such an intimate fashion. The boys back in high school were just a 'spread 'em, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am' kind of lay. The men that she danced for never got a chance to lay their grubby paws on her. The moment one of them even twitched the wrong way the bouncers were on them like white on rice. Closing her eyes and grimacing as she felt a single finger probe further inside of her, it took Dixie every fiber of her being to remain standing in place instead of bolting from the room. Her fists were clenched so hard that her knuckles were turning bright white. "MMmmmh!" She whimpered with a reddening face as Mr. Green started crooking his index finger repeatedly in a 'come here' motion down the length of her slit. "AH!" Dixie gasped when he then plunged it up inside her, feeling up the front wall of her innermost folds. No, she couldn't run. She knew all too well that Mr. Green would finish her. Just the pictures from Prom Night alone to her husband and her in-laws would end her life as she knew it. If they were sent to Harvard, her position within the Alumni would be threatened. She didn't even want to think about them being sent to her pastor. Dixie would be ostracized for certain. She couldn't allow that to happen. She would not let that happen! "Good girl," Green told her as he slowly fingered her. He reached down with his left hand to take her right. Guiding it up to the buttons of his blazer he told her, "take my overcoat and shirt off."