An old boyfriend of Debra's from her collage days dies leaving compromising
photos of Debra for his roommate to find. The friend a ? recognizes Debra at
the funeral and plans to make his own photos with her. Debra has for almost
ten years thought she had been given all the pictures and of course destroyed
them. She is shocked to have them come up a year after her old boyfriend's
death.

Our blackmailer uses the first meeting to question her, bug her purse, and
make copies of her keys. While he questions her at the hotel, his accomplice
bugs and places other surveillance equipment in her home.

In the second encounter, she is drugged, and turned into his whore for the
weekend. The third encounter she is made to do his bidding without the help
of drugs. Well here is what I have so far

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                      Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife
                             By Not My Story


Debra Barone drove her car to the unknown fate that awaited her. It all began
about three months ago. She had found the compromising photos of herself in
the large blue envelope, that had been left on her car seat, while she was
dropping the twins off at school. She immediately recognized the photos that
she had allowed an old boyfriend to take of her back before she had met Ray.
At the time she had convinced herself that it was art, but now years later, in
retrospect, it was nothing more than smutty porn. 

She couldn't believe that she had ever allowed him to take photos like this of
her, but she had been young, stupid, and in love. When they broke up, he
swore that he had given her all the prints and negatives, which she quickly
destroyed by burning them. She had attended his funeral just over a year ago.
His carefree life had been the cause for his early demise, and as Debra
looked back at her own life now, and she that knew she had made the right
choice in leaving him back then. She had a loving husband and three
wonderful children. Sure Ray was an idiot sometimes, but he was her idiot,
and she loved him.

The first note had warned her not to tell anyone, or else everyone, starting
with her mother-in-law Marie would see the nude photos of her. Second they
instructed her to go to a local motel, after dropping the kids off at school
today. She was told to put on the included blindfold, and knock on the door
of room 315. The letter warned her of what would happen if she refused.

Debra knew that there was no way that she could ever let Marie see the nude
photos of her. The women already hated her it felt (HUH??? what are trying
to say here). Deep down she thought that Marie actually loved and accepted
her as her daughter-in-law, but these photos would 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 allowed photos like that taken of her. She
would never live it down. It would be bad enough if they saw each other a
few times a year, and she had to suffer through that, but to live next door to
her husband's family, and have to face her mother-in-law every day, after
seeing these pictures, there was no way that she could let that happen. So she
decided to do just as the note had instructed, although she feared what might
happen, she felt that she could handle it. She wouldn't do anything else to
jeopardize her marriage, but she had to get those photos back and destroy
them, before Marie could ever see them.

She arrived and followed the instructions on the note to the letter. After
placing the blindfold over her eyes, she timidly knocked on the door and
waited. After what seemed like an eternity, standing there blindfolded, she
heard the door open. A gentle hand took a hold of her arm and led her into
the room. The quiet voice told her to have a seat, as her purse was taken
from her hand. She had worn one of Ray's sweatsuits under the thick winter
coat that she wore. She waited in silence, listening to the motion around her.
She thought that there must be two other people in the room from the sounds
she was hearing.
          
Deciding that 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. I was just wondered what was happening?" she said.

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

"Um well I don't know." she paused, and then continued "I guess I just don't
understand why I'm here." she asked

"Well since you drove yourself here Mrs. Barone, I would think that you
would know exactly why you're here." the voice said smugly, "Why don't
you tell me why you're here?"

"Aaugh, well, I guess  no, I mean I came here to get the rest of the pictures
and negatives for them. I, uh, don't really have a lot of money, but I brought
what I could, so, uh, well, I mean, what do you want for the pictures?" Debra
asked, more concerned than she let on.

"I would like to know what you think I would want for those pictures Mrs.
Barone." the voice said.

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

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

And so it began. For three hours Debra was interrogated by the mysterious
voice. He never touched her, or made a move on her, as she sat there,
terrified of what might come, as time went by. By the end of there session,
he had begun to ask her more and more personal questions. Questions about
her sex life with Ray, and her sex life before they met. He asked about the
photos, and how many partners she had been with, amongst many others.

She got more concerned, as the questioning continued. It seemed as if he
already knew the answers to many of the questions, as every time she would
try to lie, he called her on it, telling her that he knew she had lied to him, and
then demanded that she tell him the truth. It had been a grueling three hours,
when the voice told her that she was free to go, she just had to wait two
minutes before she could take off the blindfold and leave.

It had been bad, but the worst part was that she had never had a chance to ask
them about getting the photo's back. Another four weeks passed without her
hearing from her blackmailer, when she received another envelope
containing, even more photos of her, including a few that she had never seen
before.

The envelope contained another note, and another blindfold. She was
instructed to do the same thing as last time, after dropping of the kids. She
was relieved by the timing, since Ray and his parents where picking up the
kids from school that day, and taking them camping for the weekend. She
was planning on driving up to see her mother, after dropping the kids off.
She would just have to leave from the motel instead.

Again she was led into the room, and sat there in silence, for what seemed
like eternity, when the voice finally said, "Open your mouth." 

As soon as she did, a rubber ball was forced inside of her mouth, spreading
her jaw apart painfully. With in a second, another set of hands grabbed her
arms. The ball gag was secured behind the back of her head almost instantly.
Then her coat and sweatshirt where pulled up her arm. A cold cotton swab
was rubbed on her forearm, just before a needle pushed into her skin. That
was the last thing that she remembered, before waking up Sunday afternoon,
in her own bed at home.

Debra awoke tired and sore. She ached in her crotch, anus, breasts and
mouth, as well as every other inch of her body. She knew that she must have
had sex more times than she could count, since arriving at that hotel room.
Her memory of the past several days was foggy, almost dream like. It had
started in the hotel, where at least a half dozen men screwed her. She
remembered the blindfold being taken off of her, allowing her to see the
room full of men. She didn't think that she knew any of them, but her
memories were so foggy, that she couldn't be sure.

The men taunted her for several minutes, while giving the drug time to work
on her. Then they released her, and removed her gag, allowing her to rest in a
chair. 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. She
couldn't believe that she had done it, even as she relived it. 

She had begun to dance and flirt with the men. 'Oh no!' she thought, 'she
had been filmed having sex with multiple men, and not just having sex.' She
had enjoyed it, and had done it willingly.

She was crying hard as she stepped into the shower, as she tried to wash
away the memory of what had happened to her, and how she had acted. The
fact was, that other than having had her already neatly trimmed bush now
shaved clean, she could find no other signs of her infidelity on her body. She
stayed in the shower for over and hour and a half, crying at the painful 
memories from the past weekend. At least Frank having installed that new
hot water heater had paid off, she had thought wistfully to herself. Then
wondering what sick things the crude old man would say, if he knew how
she had spent her weekend.

Mr. Smith, if that was his real name, was at least sixty years old, and
obviously lonely. She accompanied him to a hotel next door to the
restaurant. In retrospect she couldn't understand why she had done it, but she
had. When they entered the room the old fellow was all over her. 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
hour he had finished with her, and kissed her on her head, as he dressed and
began to leave.

Debra lay there on the bed, looking up, as her older lover went to leave.
When he opened the door he was greeted by two of her blackmailers. She 
remembered seeing the money pass from Mr. Smith's hands to one of the
two men. As he left, they entered, and quickly helped her get cleaned up,
then had her retouch her make-up up, before they took her down to the hotels
bar. No sooner had they arrived, than she was given a tall fruity drink, and
introduced to a Mr. Jones. 

She was hurried to finish the drink, and then told that she was to show Mr.
Jones some local entertainment. As soon as she sat her empty glass down on
the bar, Mr. Jones escorted her back to the same hotel room. She noted that
the bed had been remade, and that 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, sat down and watched, as she sipped hers,
as he sat on the edge of the bed. When she had finished her drink, he began
to instruct her on what he wanted her to do. Again she had obeyed his every
wish. She stood and slowly dropped her dress to the floor. She then climbed
onto the bed, as he had asked. She began teasing her nipples as he directed,
and soon she was driving her fingers into her now well used cunt. She
couldn't remember when he joined her, only that he had. He had used her as
so many others had that day.

Again, as he left, her blackmailers returned, helping her to clean up and then
they all returned to the bar. No sooner would she get there, than she would
be sent back to the room with someone else. By 11:00 that night, this had
been repeated over and over again, but she was unsure of how many times.

Saturday had been a day of much the same. She was awoken by a shot in her
arm, and dick in her ass. After the three men in the room had used her, she
was given a morning after pill, and some breakfast. The whole group stayed
in the hotel room until some time after lunch. Debra had been well cleaned
in every way possible, so as 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 dress
that barely covered her thirty-something body. After having her eat a light
dinner and several mixed drinks, she was taken back to the hotel room. At
the direction of her blackmailers she put on her new black dress, along with
plenty of make-up. She had been given a pair of six inch stiletto heels to
wear, but after falling down twice before getting out of the room, they let her
wear a four inch pair heels out of necessity.

The men took her to an exclusive nightclub were they danced and had her
flirt for several hours. At 9:00, the club opened its exclusive VIP area.
Unlike some clubs that had only a small room, the VIP room here was
almost a club of its own. As she was escorted back to the room by one of the
clubs security personnel, she saw one of her blackmailers taking a large wad
of cash from someone. 

As she watched this, one of the other blackmailers whispered in her ear, 
"Just do everything you're told Mrs. Barone. You do anything that anyone
wants like a good girl, do you understand me?"

She remembered shaking her head in acceptance of his orders, as the two
separated, as 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 led out onto the dance floor. The music
was loud and thumping, like she had never heard anything so loud and
vibrating before. The dancing was also foreign to her, as her partner on the
dance floor ground his body into hers in a most explicit display.

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

Unsure of when or how, she remembered being laid on one of the large
couches lined up around the walls of the room. Her dress was bunched up
under her arm pits, as her partner began sucking heavily on her tits, while his
fingers explored her cunt. Her eyes explored the room, and she noted that she
must be one of the older women in the room, and perhaps the oldest. As time
passed, her former dance partner had ravished her, and left her lying there 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 of her body over and over again, disappearing
deep inside of her. She remembered his gushing climax, as he sprayed his
seed across her face, jabbing his spewing cock into her mouth.

He was quickly replaced by another, and then another. She found herself
sandwiched between two men, one thrusting his rigid cock into her tightly
clenched ass hole from below, while another man rammed her cunt from on
top of her. 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 the 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 that
she found herself apart of.

By the time that Ray and the kids made it home, she was cried out. She tried
to act normally, as she greeted her husband and children. Of course it wasn't
even an hour after they got home, that Ray's parents along with his
brothercame over to socialize.

She suffered through that 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 that it was some how better than he remembered.
This frightened her, did he know? No of course he didn't, she wasn't on
ESPN, so  he had to be clueless she reassured herself, as she rolled over and
fell asleep.