Blackmailed Bride Ch. 14

She listened and then gave the address where the truck could be picked up. "Thank you for your help, sir. Mr. Caponero himself will remain with the vehicle until someone gets here. Please hurry."

"They've agreed to keep the police out of it," Jolene said. "We have to let the police know the vehicle was recovered so some poor innocent driver doesn't get stopped for being in a stolen vehicle. They won't need to process the vehicle or know another crime took place, so your secret should be safe for awhile longer."

"Thank you, Jolene."

"I have to recommend we put you on full daytime surveillance, Mrs. Mason. This bastard is going to keep doing the same thing and we're never going to catch him this way. He's too fucking clever. Unless this DNA reveals more than the other one does, or the fingerprints turn up something, you're not going to be safe. DNA is only good if the person is previously entered into the database, and it doesn't seem to be the case here. The second person may be in and if we catch him, we can pressure him for the name of the other one, but I'm not hopeful. I know it's not what you wanted to hear, but I can't see any other way."

"I agree. All I would ask is he's not doing it as frequently as when he started. So let's wait for six or seven days before we start. If we started today, I might run out of money before he attacks me again. It's been ten days since the last one."

"Okay. That makes sense. We'll start the surveillance one week from today."

"Please. I'll give you a schedule so you can know where I am each day and what my plans are."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Mason. I feel we've let you down, but this is no ordinary asshole. I'll let you know if we get anything out of today's processing. Would you like me to come home with you?"

"No. Tanner will be home fairly soon. You can't hold my hand in the shower. I'm getting used to this."

Jolene hugged me and I left her and Mauro to finish.

******

Nothing came from my last attack. The door handles of the truck only had mine and Jolene's prints on them. The steering wheel and cab had been wiped clean. It was a dead end. They started their surveillance on me a week later. Nothing happened during the intervening period, for which I was thankful. The continuous daily surveillance quickly went through every dime in my personal account. I contacted my parents and they agreed to give me enough money for an additional three days, no questions asked, but if I wanted more, I'd have to tell them what it was for and I couldn't tell them.

At the end of those three days, I texted Jolene and told her I had no more money and they needed to end their surveillance.

I'm so sorry, Mrs. Mason. Please call if you need a shoulder to cry on or there's anything I can do.

I appreciate your offer.

i'm serious. I know how hard this has been for you. Please don't do anything rash.

Like kill myself. I was running out of other options. I did contact Kathy and tell her nothing had come of my hiring a private detective. They'd done what they could, but I had no more money. She said she and Stan had some money and could give me another weeks worth if I wanted to continue. I told her not to bother. It felt like I was flushing it down the toilet. She also encouraged me to not take any drastic action without calling her first.

Five work days after bidding Caponero Investigations goodbye, the blackmailer made contact again, much as he had the last time.

Pull into the Home Depot parking lot on the right, turn toward the right and get into the back of the blue van.

I sighed. It was never going to end. How many would be fucking me today? Following instructions, I turned into the lot and made a right towards the Garden Section and found a blue van. My blackmailer was sitting in the front with the window down and wearing his usual hoodie so I couldn't see the upper half of his face. I parked next to him and got in the back of the van and started removing my clothes. He tossed me the hood thing again when I was naked, so I knew there was going to be at least one other person.

Putting it on, I waited quietly in the dark. Another person came through the side door and I heard the sounds of them undressing. They moved in front of me and lay down.

"Go on, slut. You know what to do."

I leaned down, thinking to find cock, but I did not. Instead I found pussy like my own, though not shaved bare, but with a light strip of fur above her slit. I hesitated.

"You thought it was going to be cock all the time," my blackmailer said. "Sluts will fuck anything."

Sluts will fuck anything. It rattled around in my brain. Sluts will fuck anything. I bent down and began a very close exploration of the female anatomy by touch, scent and taste alone. Her folds were slick, she'd been aroused, either in anticipation of my tongue, or she'd been masturbating before I assumed the job of making her orgasm. Her scent was slightly musky, but not heavy; a light fragrance, definitely feminine in nature. She tasted slightly sweet, almost neutral, when compared to what I remembered of myself when licking Tanner's cock after he'd been in me. Most of the time he'd been in me, one or both of us had cum, so maybe that was the difference.

I'd never licked pussy before, but I knew what I liked when Tanner licked me, and I tried to do the same. I became lost in my exploration of her. So much so, I was surprised when my blackmailer's cock speared into my pussy, grunting. I wondered who she was? Some random person he knew. Someone he owed a favor to. A friend, a lover? She appreciated my efforts, moaning loudly as my fingers and tongue explored her. She climaxed, my fingers growing damper with her spend, her flavor slightly saltier, heavier.

Since my blackmailer didn't give me leave to stop and he continued fucking me, I kept going. I orgasmed myself, lost in my own little world of lust; his thrusting cock plunging deep into my slutty cunt, my face buried in her soft folds and liquid delight. She orgasmed once more, flooding my tongue with a fresh spate of her cum. Was it her first time with a woman? Was my tongue the first woman to make her cum, or had she enjoyed others before it, lots of female lovers? Was I a good cunt licker or merely adequate? I orgasmed again, moaning myself.

"You fucking whore," he said. "You'll fuck anything and cum, won't you?"

What choice did I have? I wouldn't be fucking anyone now if given a choice. I tried to remember that. It wasn't my choice. Still I wondered at my easy arousal, my response to his fucking, the way I orgasmed as he fucked me. Even the effortless way I'd succumbed to the pussy my tongue was buried in now, trying to please it, to make her cum. Maybe I was a slut, deep down in my heart of hearts. Someone who'd saved herself for marriage, only to find she'd been better off giving it to everyone. I'd cum every time someone fucked me, no matter the source, no matter how little I wanted it. I was a virgin mind trapped in a slut's body, unable to resist their depraved fucking, and loathing myself for responding.

I brought her off again, proud I was making her moan as much as the cock fucking my cunt made me moan. We were sister sluts. My blackmailer orgasmed, grunting and groaning, pumping my pussy full of his cum.

"Clean up her cunt, slut, then clean my cock," he ordered.

I dutifully lapped her cunt, cleaning all trace of her arousal from it. I then turned and did the same to his cock, tasting my own cunt, my own juices on his shrinking organ, while she dressed. The door opened and closed and she was gone, an anonymous pussy, my first.

"Get dressed quickly, slut, or I'll put you out naked again."

Not bothering with underwear, afraid he'd change his mind, I put on my skirt and blouse. I got out of the van and watched as he drove away, his cum running down my leg. I got in my car and looked at myself in the vanity mirror. The bottom half of my face was covered in girl cum, shining wetly on my face. She'd cum three times under my tongue. I was a girl lover, a pussy licker. I wiped my face with my panties, removing her juices, thinking about my experience. I hadn't hated it. In a way, it was preferable to some strange cock in my throat, or one in my ass. I hadn't particularly enjoyed it either. I had no special sexual attraction to women. I'd enjoyed the cock in my cunt more. His prick is what made my pussy pulsate with desire; what made me cum. Licking cunt was just another thing I was forced to do, my life not my own.

I went home and showered, throwing my things in the dirty clothes. Dressing in some casual clothes, I had a glass of wine while waiting to start supper. My phone rang and I was surprised it was Jolene. I hadn't expected to hear from her again, our association over due to lack of funds.

"Hello?" I said, curious.

"I got the bastard, Brooke. I know who he is."

"My blackmailer?" I asked.

"What other bastards do you know?"

"How?" I asked. "How did you get him? DNA, fingerprints?"

"I followed him, from your last encounter this afternoon."

"I don't have any more money, Jolene. I can't pay you."

"Forget that. I had some vacation time and I took some to follow you around, see if I could catch the rat bastard. I felt bad we couldn't find out who he was for you. I can come over now to give you the details or if it's too late, I'll come in the morning."

As much as I wanted to know who he was, I didn't want Tanner to know and he was due home in ninety minutes. This time of day, it would be an hour before Jolene could get here.

"Thank you, Jolene. Tomorrow would be better. I can't believe I'm going to know who he is. What's his name?"

"Oliver Crowley."

"I don't know who that is."

"You would have recognized him if you did," she said. "I'll bring everything I found."

"Thank you. I can't believe you did that for me. Come at 8:30. I'll tell Suki I'll be late."

We hung up. Jesus, I couldn't believe it. I finally knew who my blackmailer was. I was so euphoric, I almost forgot to make supper, then realized how late it was and had to rush a supper to the table. I made bratwurst, French fries and a salad. It reminded me of the last time we'd had bratwurst and what Tanner did with the leftovers, getting a tingling in my pussy in the process. I had time to call Suki and tell her I had some plans in the morning, but I'd be in later.

When Tanner arrived home, he also remembered the last time we had bratwurst to and arched his eyebrows with a devilish grin on his face.

"Not tonight, lover. Perhaps this weekend."

"I won't eat them all then."

I smiled at him. He noted my happiness that evening as we ate.

"I haven't seen you this happy since we got married, Brooke. Why so happy?"

"Just because I love you and Shizuko will be done with my picture soon. It's a good time."

"So if I want to watch her paint you, I should come this weekend?"

"I normally don't model on the weekend, but I can ask her."

"I'd love to see her work."

"I'll check with her tomorrow," I said, "and see what she says."

I was so happy that night, I made love to Tanner twice, licking him clean each time.

******

Jolene knocked precisely at 8:30. She may have been waiting outside for an hour for all I knew. She seemed as excited as I was. I hugged her tightly as soon as she walked through the door, nearly causing her to drop the folder in her hand.

"I can't believe this might all be over," I said.

"Me either. He was a slippery little fuck."

"How did you catch him?" I asked.

"Like I said yesterday, I took a couple weeks vacation and I started following you..."

I hugged her again. "Oh, Jolene. It's amazing you did this for me; using your vacation to look out for me. I'll never be able to thank you enough. It was so incredibly generous."

"Remember," she said, "I know what it's like to go through what you are. I couldn't tolerate we couldn't nail him down for you."

"I'm sorry I keep interrupting. What happened?"

"I was following you, like I've done for the past week and I saw you pull into the Home Depot and climb into the van. I called Mauro and he came with two other guys in separate vehicles. Before they got there, I saw another female get in the back of the van. About a half hour later, she got out. Mauro and the others weren't there yet, so I decided to stick with the van. We can get her later."

"I didn't see who it was. Was it any of my girlfriends?"

"No." I sighed in relief. "Why didn't you see her?"

"He made me wear a mask and she didn't speak."

"What was her involvement?"

"I had to lick her pussy while he fucked me."

I said it so matter-of-factly, it surprised even me. No big deal. I licked a little pussy. Who cares. Jolene took my hand.

"Please, tell me the rest of it," I said.

"I saw you get out of the back of the van and I started following it. Shit he was slick. He kept clearing his tail. It took all four of us tailing him to actually nail down his location."

"What does that mean, he kept clearing his tail?"

"If you think you might be followed, you make random turns for no other reason but to see who makes the turns with you. When he started doing it, I had to drop out and let another car pick up the tail or he knows he's being followed. Fortunately, by the time he started doing his clearing turns, the other three guys were in place. We all drive nondescript, common car models and colors of car so we can pick up the tail again later, if he keeps clearing. He did it about seven times, four times before he switched to his own vehicle, and three times after. I don't know if it's a common practice of his owing to victims such as yourself who might have reason to hate him, or if he believed our agency was still working on his case. He acted like we were. We eventually followed him to a gated community. We couldn't enter without him knowing, but the tag we ran on his personal vehicle came back to an address in the community. Running a search on the tag and the address, provided his name, and a check of the driver's license photo corresponded to a man fitting your description. I also got some surveillance photos at a stop light. Take a look and tell me if this is the guy?"

She pulled a photo out of the folder and showed it to me. I'd never seen his whole face, but the cruel sneer on his lips was unmistakable.

"That's him. I'll never forget the sneer. You say his name is Oliver Crowley?"

"Yes." She handed me more sheets of paper out of the file. "This is his address. This is where he works. These are his known acquaintances and affiliations. Anything you recognize in there?"

I read it over carefully. "No. I don't know any of these people or places. You didn't find any ties to any of my girlfriends?"

"None we can find, no. It's not a comprehensive list. I'm sure there are more people than we've established so far. Mauro doesn't want to throw a lot more resources into this without getting paid more. He felt as bad as I did we didn't catch him before, which is why he helped out when I called. But as he says, he's not running a charity, he's running a business. I'll do a little more on my own, but without more money, the company needs to concentrate on paying business."

"I understand completely. I do. I'm surprised you used vacation time to follow me and catch him. It was above and beyond."

"What do you plan on doing with the information now you know?" Jolene asked.

"I don't know yet," I replied honestly. "I was beginning to worry I'd never know who he was. I didn't get much further than finding out."

Jolene looked at me for a long time, not speaking. I could almost see the wheels turning behind her eyes.

"If you decide something," she said. "I'd be willing to help."

"An accident perhaps?" I asked.

She smiled at me. "Something like that. It's a dangerous world out there."

"Right now, all I want to do is confront him in my own time and way. I want to know why he's chosen me. What I do past that is still undecided. If I should think of something which might require your help, I'll ask for it."

"You promise?" Jolene asked.

"Oh, yes. I promise."

"Are you familiar with the name Aleistair Crowley?" Jolene asked.

"No, why do you ask? Is he related to Oliver?" I asked, noting it was identical to Oliver's own last name.

"I'm not sure. He's a controversial figure in the early twentieth century. He was a believer in mysticism and magic and founded his own religion or philosophy named Thelema, based upon the tenet of 'Do What Thou Wilt Shall be the Whole of the Law'. Interestingly enough, this was also the motto of a group called the Hellfire Club. Aleister is listed on his birth certificate as Oliver's father but Aleister died before Oliver was born. Even his birth certificate listed him as dying well before Oliver could have been conceived. Aleister was widely believed by the popular press at the time to be a satanist, but much of the material I can find on him denies he was, though he certainly was anti-Christian. He was a hedonist and practiced what he called sex magic, with both men and women. He was an avowed bisexual, preferring women, with whom he had a number of different children with quite a few, some from among is followers. He founded an esoteric order called A∴A∴, and was also a member of Ordo Templi Orientis, a group of German mystics in which he became head of the British branch. It is believed he worked for British Intelligence, being recruited while a student at Cambridge and much of his travels were due to work performed for them. One source said he convinced the Germans to sink the Lusitania, which he did specifically to draw the Americans into the first world war on the British side. Assuming he cannot be the real son of Aleister, I wonder how it could appear on his birth certificate."

"Maybe I shall ask him when I confront him."

"Are you sure you want to confront him on your own? I'd be happy to stand with you when you do."

"Not at this time. I want to learn as much as I can about him as I can before I do anything else, but I thank you for the offer and all the help you've provided me." I hugged her again.

After she left, I went to Suki's, though she found me distracted for much of the day as I kept thinking of Oliver Crowley. I did remember to ask if we could work on Saturday and if Tanner could watch. She agreed. I think she wanted to finish it as much as I did. When she finally released me, I drove by Crowley's neighborhood, seeing where he lived. It was a small, luxurious community with no more than fifty expensive looking homes. Like Jolene, I couldn't get in there without a reason without alerting Oliver with my discovery, so I didn't bother trying to enter at this time.

I called Tanner and asked him to bring something home for supper. I spent the time saved to go through the folder of information provided by Jolene. Oliver worked for a public relations firm which represented a lot of big names in Georgia and the Atlanta area. I wondered what he did there, because he wasn't listed in a normal directory of the company except as a consultant. I also looked at the references Jolene made to Aleister Crowley and the Hellfire Club, looking both of them up in Wikipedia.

Along the way, I decided what I would do the next time he contacted me and grew giddy at the thought.

That evening, so pleased at knowing who my blackmailer was, I practically attacked Tanner. We made love and I orgasmed over and over. I sucked him hard again afterward and let him fuck my ass, screaming my pleasure as I climaxed some more. We showered after, soaping and washing one another and when Tanner became erect, I sucked him until his hot sperm spurted down my throat. Tanner was surprised at my enthusiasm. I always enjoyed sex with him, but it was as if I'd been set free. I could not get enough of him.