Lesbian Blackmail Novels & Stories

**Trigger Warning - This book contains theme's some people find disturbing. It is a dark story - it contains mention of rape and dub-con. If you don't like stories with dubious consent do not read - (It is called BLACKMAILED by the BULLY people... this is the title and THEME of the book) Much love and thanks for reading x** Alice stood on the corner on Monroe Avenue, staring at the house four doors down. Outwardly, there was nothing terrifying about the property—a three-bed red brick terrace similar to others in the row, and not dissimilar to her own.

"Lisbeth, you'd better agree to this divorce quickly! Otherwise, I'll make these photos public and let all your fans see how their beloved star with millions of followers was once molested by an old man!" "What?" Lisbeth Whitaker looked up in shock, unable to believe what she was hearing. Her husband of five years, who had cheated on her with the female caregiver she'd hired to look after him. Now he was resorting to blackmail to force her into a divorce so he could make room for his mistress!

"I was wrong, Connor! I'm at my wits' end!" I turned to leave, but he suddenly stood up and grabbed me, saying, "If you don't give me the money, I'll report you for raping my daughter!" I was shocked. Even at this point, he was still trying to blackmail me. I stared frostily into his eyes. "Go ahead and report me. To tell you the truth, nothing happened between your daughter and me!" Leon's pupils contracted instantly. "That's impossible! I saw her kneeling in front of your crotch, and I heard those sounds too! How could nothing have happened?"

I said weakly, feeling my stomach turn queasy. “No, honey. I'm blackmailing you. There's a difference,” He chuckled. “So here’s the deal, You can keep pretending our contract is over, and Isaiah gets this and the full video in all its spiciness. Or you can be a dear and we'll continue our business, the big guy doesn't find out about your little secret. Your choice.” As if there was any choice at all. My body slumped back into my chair, the fight draining out of me no matter how much I hated it. Every memory of Detroit came rushing back - blackmailing that poor woman, Rafael’s hands on me, the terror I felt.

"That'll convince your friend that I'm serious. If all goes well, you'll be out of this place by the end of the day. You should be very happy, dear Liana." Liana wanted to believe him but she couldn't. He and whoever he worked with were not to be trusted. They were murderers who wanted someone else to do their dirty work. She hoped Gina wouldn't do anything stupid like killing Cole. It was possible they were not even after revenge on her and Gina. They were just looking for a person they could blackmail to do their dirty work. Given that they had information about Gina's cagophilia, they had decided to use it against her. Killing Cole was not going to do any good. However, she did not know i

When I finally sat up and forced myself to turn the power back on, the sheer volume of data nearly crashed the interface. "THE BLACKMAIL DATE: Elise Griffin exposes Scarlett Beckett’s desperate play." "FALL OF THE BECKETT HEIRESS: From CEO to Homewrecker?" "WATCH: The moment Elise Griffin confronts her cheating husband and his blackmailer." The videos from last night were everywhere. In the grainy, handheld footage, I looked cold and calculating, while Elise—with her smeared mascara and trembling voice—looked like a saint being led to the slaughter. I tossed the phone onto the silk duvet and buried my face in my hands. I needed to move. I needed to work. If I sat in this hotel room for one m

"The drink was strong, I don't remember shit. But from her narration... I - I allowed her finger me and to top that, I fucking dry humped on her pussy." Fedora clapped her hand, shouting. "Go girl!!!" "Oh shut up." I glared at her. She suddenly stopped, sitting up right. "It wasn't that bad, was it. You got orgasm I guess?" Fedora whispered lowly. "It doesn't matter if I got orgasm or not, Fedora. If you hadn't taken me to that lesbian strip party or whatever. If I hadn't seen those girls scissoring themselves, enjoying it while I hadn't had good sex in more than 3 months, I wouldn't have done what I did."

I blowed Dry my hair and also wanted to fix things to get the smell of sex from the room before James got back. My phone buzzed with her message. “ I loved today. Please don’t pretend it wasn’t special.” I read it, then archived it without replying. I couldn’t let her get attached. I couldn’t afford to care. I was a married woman and beside it was a taboo .I couldn’t let myself fall This wasn’t love. It was blackmail. It was sin. I kept on telling myself I did it because of the masked man. He had something on me.I was lying to myself because the truth would hurt me .

"You don't know what you're asking for. If we use what’s in here, there’s no turning back. It’s the nuclear option. It could put me in a cage for the rest of my life." "Good," Lydia said, her face twisting into a cold, ruthless smile that would have terrified anyone who knew the old Lydia. "I’ve always liked explosions. If Charlie wants to play games with our lives and my baby's future, we’ll show him that we can play much dirtier. I want every bit of dirt you have. Every illegal transfer, every forged signature, every hidden debt you used to keep the Vance Group afloat. We are going to use it to blackmail the Vanes into a corner they can never crawl out of. We’ll make sure that if I’m divor

After a few seconds, I felt dizzy and fell asleep. When I woke up, I saw myself on my office table with my underwear and saw her half-naked seated, smiling, and looking at me. When I asked her what happened, she told me that she drugged me and had sex with me, and made a video coverage of it. I was angry and confused to hear that. When I asked her why, she said that she is aware that I am a close friend of Pastor Solomon and that I must assist her to get hold of him, if not, she would air the video coverage of her sex with me. 'Are you aware that he is married? And also a respected preacher, author, and leader of our time?' I asked her. 'I am aware of all that,' she replied to my dismay. 'Th