A Debt

Marion Gannon was an attractive 45 year old suburbanite. She was happily married to a business owner. She had two beautiful daughters ages 15 and 13 and had the perfect suburban life so it seemed. Marion also had another life. The life of a gambler. An unlucky gambler at that. Marion owed Rita Jamison, the proprietor of an after hours club in the city, close to $10,000. Marion had dodged paying her debt by making herself unavailable and basically hiding out from Rita.

One morning after the kids were off to school and her husband left for work, Marion showered and dressed in a nice outfit for a day out with the girls. She was about to leave when the front door bell rang. She answered the door and two men told her to come with them, Rita was looking for her. Marion tried to get out of it by saying she had an appointment that had to be kept. The two men wanted no part of it and hurried her into a black sedan parked at the curb.

The three of them drove off to a rundown motel on the edge of town. Rita operated one of her many businesses there.

Marion was “hustled” into a room and left alone. The two men locked the door behind them. The room had no phone, no TV, just a bed and large mirror.

A few minutes later Rita entered.
“Marion, my dear,” she said, “how good to see you. I think we have a little business to attend to, like where is my ten thousand dollars?”

“Please Rita,” said Marion, “I need a little more time.”

“Time is up, my pretty,” said Rita, “I’m not a bank, I think your husband should be told of your debt and I’m sure he would just love to pay it off.”

“No Rita, please,” Marion said, “he mustn’t know.”

“Well Marion, how do propose we settle this problem?”

Marion asked. “Isn’t there some way I can work it out, payments or something?”

“In case you haven’t noticed Marion, this isn’t a pawn shop.” said Rita, “I think we might be able to work something out though. Give me your jewelry.” Marion was shocked but obeyed giving Rita her wedding band and necklace. Rita looked at it and said, “this might fetch about $1,200. Take off your clothes.” she ordered.

“Why?’ asked Marion.

“Take them off and find out.” Marion protested but with the threat of the two men coming in to strip her she slowly removed her clothing.

“Make a pile on the floor, Marion.” Rita ordered. Marion removed her dress, it was a floral print with a lot of orange in it and white shoes. She stood in front of Rita wearing a champagne colored bra and thigh-high panties.

“I guess you don’t understand what everything means,” screamed Rita. “the undies too!” Marion obeyed removing the bra exposing her near perfect 36 B breasts and slid the panties down her long legs and dropped them in the pile of clothes.

“Very nice,” said Rita, “now grab a-hold of the foot board and bend over and spread your legs.” Rita commanded.

“What on earth for?” asked Marion.

” Because deadbeats like you need to be disciplined, now do as I say.” Marion did as she was told. Rita bound her wrists and ankles with leather straps. Rita then pulled out a 3 foot long leather strap and administered a beating on Marion’s buttocks that made them as red and painful as they could be. Marion was hysterically crying. The beating actually lasted about two minutes. After about 5 minutes she felt Rita putting on some warm oil over the crimson colored, hot burning ass. It felt good but suddenly she felt the warm oil between her ass cheeks and inside her crack. What was Rita doing? She wondered. Her wonderment was soon answered.

Marion looked up in the mirror and saw that Rita had stripped, and to her amazement found that Rita had put on a “strap on” and was preparing to “rape” Marion’s ass. With a hard lunge, Rita was fucking Marion’s ass. She plowed the rubber “dick” hard and long causing Marion to cry more and even worse, bleed. When the ordeal was over, the bindings were removed and Marion was ordered to stand up. It took all her energy just to do that and suddenly the lights went out. She looked straight ahead at the mirror and noticed a small red light in the middle of the mirror.

“Know what that is, my dear” asked Rita. Marion still sobbing shook her head “no”. This whole “show” has been put on camera. If I don’t get the rest of my money within 48 hours, a copy will go to your husband and a copy will be put on the internet.”

“You can’t be serious?” cried Marion.

“I am” said Rita. “Now get out of here, the boys will take you home. “Marion started to pick up her clothing.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” asked Rita. “Those don’t belong to you anymore, they’re mine.”

“How am I supposed to go home, naked?” asked Marion.

“I guess so” said Rita and with that the door opened and the two men grabbed Marion and drove her home.