Blackmail

Story 9

Everyone at one time or the other has had fantasises/thoughts about one of their teachers. I’m no different to anyone else. I had just had my 18th birthday. I am studying A Levels at college.

My teacher Ms Ong is pretty new and this is her first teaching job. She is no more than 30 years old. She is quite tall with dark black hair which is always tied up in a ponytail.

She has curves in all the right places and it’s hard not to imagine things about her.

The college asks all teachers to email assignments to students on a weekly basis.

I was awaiting my assignment from Ms Ong when I received an email. There was no subject like normal which I thought was strange but opened it anyway.

The message on the email was a lot different to normal. No mention of anything to do with the assignment, all it said was ‘Hey Dave baby, feeling frisky. Hope you like the pics. XXOOXX’

What’s weird about this is that my name is Samuel. I opened the attachments and when they loaded I sat there in shock. It was Ms Ong in a corset with her legs spread laying on a bed. There were about 5 or 6 pics all in different poses.

I laughed to myself realising she had sent these to me by mistake. I couldn’t help what I did next. I pulled my trousers down and began to jerk off to the pictures of my teacher.

After a few minutes I blew my load once I cleaned up I printed out a few copies of the pics and went to bed.

The next morning I made sure I got to college early. I made my way to the classroom and Ms Ong was already there writing on the board. She didn’t hear me enter as I just stood there watching her.

When she turned around she nearly jumped out of her skin. She asked me what I was doing here so early. “Well Ms Ong, I wanted to bring you my assignment nice and early.” I smirked. I placed a folder on her desk and waited for her to open it. Her face froze as she saw copies of the pictures she had sent me.

“How did you get these” she asked me as she closed the folder. “These were the assignment email I received.” Silence from her. “Now Miss, there are plenty more copies of these and an email ready to send to all my classmates if you don’t do what I say when I say it. Tomorrow you will come to college in the sluttiest outfit you have. If you don’t have anything slutty you will go out tonight and buy something.”

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing and I couldn’t believe what I was saying. She nodded and I took the folder back as the other students started entering the class. I sat down and watched her struggle through the rest of the day.

The next morning I got to class along with all the other students as we sat down in our seats. Ms Ong hadn’t arrived yet. Had I pushed things too far I wondered and she had called in sick? Just then the door opened and in she walked wearing a long trench coat. It was warm outside so everyone looked a bit bemused.

I looked down at her feet and she was wearing what must have been 6 inch heels which she was struggling to walk in. I could also see bare legs.

She stood behind her desk and slowly, hands shaking, removed her trench coat. As she did this there was a lot of murmuring around the room.

She was wearing a tight fitting blouse, the buttons seemed to be struggling to stay closed. It was slightly see through as I could see her pink bra through it. She had the top 3 buttons undone which showed off a lot of cleavage.

As my gaze lowered, she was wearing a skirt which barely covered anything. She was trying to pull it down as she could feel all eyes on her.

She tried to carry on with the lesson like normal but every time she turned to write on the board, her skirt would raise and everyone could see the bottom of her ass cheeks sticking out.

I didn’t know what would happen when I suggested this but it was better than expected.

Ms Ong then decided to give everyone a pop quiz to do so we would all be in silence. As she was handing out the papers, I dropped my pencil in front of her. She just looked at me. “Pick it up slowly and lean forward as you do it. Give everyone a nice view.”

She looked at me with begging eyes not wanting to do it. “Now.” I said tapping the folder in front of me, knowing that she has no choice.

She bent down slowly not bending her knees so the ones looking at her got a nice view down her cleavage and the ones behind got an even better view of her thong covered ass.

She chucked the pen on my table as she got back up and walked back to her desk, sitting down trying to cover herself up.

As the bell rang for the end of the day, everyone handed their papers to her apart from me.

The class now empty, I walked over to her desk and handed her the blank test. She looked it asking me why I hadn’t completed it.

“Because you are going to give me an a big star regardless, once you have sucked my cock.” She sat there mouth open not sure what to say. “That’s good, you are already in position.”

I make my way around the back of her desk, unzipping myself in the process and before she has had a chance to realise what it going on, I have grabbed the back of her head and slammed my cock right to the back of her throat.

She grabs hold of the backs of my thighs as she starts to gag. I don’t release my hold. She finally adjusts to the feeling but doesn’t move. I start to thrust back and forth myself, face fucking her. Her eyes begin to water as I ram to the back of her throat every time.

I grab hold of her hair and pull her head back as I keep fucking her mouth. I can feel myself getting close as I pull out, still holding her head back, I stroke myself and release my load all over her face.

I release my hold on her and zip myself back up as I chuck a tissue at her from her desk and tell her to clean herself up.

I grab my stuff and head to the door as she wipes her faces full of cum. As I am leaving I turn back her. “By the way, this is only the beginning. You will keep dressing like this and servicing me, doing as I say if you don’t want those pictures to end up in more wrong hands.”

I walk out the door smiling to myself knowing I now have my teacher under my control.

To be continue….. …….

When I got home that night I emailed Ms Ong and told her to come dressed in her normal clothes tomorrow.

The next day I turned up to class like normal wondering if Ms Ong would turn up herself or not. After a few minutes of chatting to the others, the door opened and wearing the long coat again was Ms Ong.

She walked inside and stood by her desk again, removing the coat. She was wearing a dress that fitted her perfectly. It was perfect for a teacher. She was wearing 6 inch heels though so at least she kept something from the day before.

During the lesson I asked Ms Ong over to my desk to answer a question. I whispered to her getting her to confirm she got the email and had kept to it, pointing at the folder while I asked. She nodded.

The rest of the lesson was a blur. I just kept watching her thinking about what I was going to do to her next. She kept catching a glimpse of me just staring at her and every time I would give her a wry smile. She would then look away quickly and carry on with the lesson, trying not to let it bother her.

At the end of the class everyone left and I stayed behind again. I walked over to the door and locked it and then walked back over to my desk. I could feel her eyes following me but not saying a word.

I sat on the edge of my desk, locking eyes with hers. “Stand up and remove the dress.” She hesitated for a minute but then started moving. She stood up and walked to the front of her desk. She started to unzip the dress, letting it fall off her shoulders but holding it in place not wanting to let it go.

She dropped it to the floor but tried to still cover herself.

I caught a glimpse of her pink panties as she tried to cover herself. “Remove your underwear.” I told her sternly. She reached one hand into the waistband of her panties and slid them slowly down her thighs and off. She reached around her back and unclasped her bra. She was still trying to cover herself with her arms. I walked over to the underwear on the floor, picked them up and placed them in my pocket then walked back to my desk.

“Now sit on the edge of the desk and spread your legs for me.” Again she followed orders after some hesitation. “Now I want you to get yourself off, right here right now, whatever means necessary.”

Her faced dropped. “You can’t be serious.” She said but she knows I am deadly serious and knows I have the hold over her. She slowly reaches between her legs and starts rubbing her clit with her fingers.

She lets out a slight moan as the feeling begins to intensify. She forgets where she is as her body takes over. Her head rolling back, free hand rubbing her breasts. Her fingers are now working in and out of her wet pussy as I take out my phone and start filming her.

She is really going at it now, 2 fingers deep inside her pussy, playing with her own tits.

There is a puddle of cum underneath her. She had really creamed herself.

After a while she bites her lip so as not to make any noise and her body begins to shudder. I walk up to her while she is in the middle of her orgasm, I take her free hand and wrap it around my cock as she starts stroking me fast.

I can feel myself getting close as I pull her head towards my cock. She takes me in her mouth and after a while I release my load down the back of her throat.

I hold her head in place until she swallows the whole lot.

I pull out of her mouth and wipe my cock clean on her dress.

“Now clean up this mess that you have made.”

I pull her hair leading her off the desk and push her face down towards the cum puddle in the desk. She knows she has no choice and sticks her tongue out and begins licking it all up.

After a few minutes she has managed to clean the whole lot of cum from the desk. She is curled on the floor crying and disgusted.

I zip myself up and head out the door without saying a word.

I am at my Triumphant of the day…. ……

The next day when I got to class, I decided to act like normal and not remind Ms Ong about anything.

At the end of class I even left with the other students. What she didn’t know was I was waiting outside peeping through the small glass window.

I saw her pile up some papers into her arms and head into the cupboard the back of the room.

This is when I decided to make my next move. Walking through the room quietly locking the door behind me, I stepped into the cupboard and closed the door behind me, turning the lock.

She turned around, startled. “Did you think yesterday was the end of it? I don’t think so some how. Only I say when it is finished.”

As I started walking towards her, she was trying to back away but all she did was step back against the filing cabinets.

She put her arms up to try and stop me. I grabbed both of them and turned her around, holding her hands tightly against the cabinet.

She was wearing a skirt luckily for me even though it was quite long, below her knees.

I managed to grab hold of enough of it to lift it up and over her ass cheeks, tucking the hem into the waistband.

This revealed her thong panties. Clearly she enjoys wearing these even normally. Her ass now exposed, still pinning her hands against the cabinet, I reach down and undo my trousers as I manoeuvre them to the floor along with my boxers. My already rock hard 8 inch cock springs to attention.

I move her thong to the side exposing her pink puffy lips. She is begging me not to do this but I ignore her pleas. I line the head up against her slit and slowly push forward until all 8 inches is inside her.

She gasps as her pussy tries to adjust to the size. I hold it there in place for a few seconds before I pull back so just the head is inside her now.

I thrust forward hard and fast causing her to jerk forward against the cabinet. I pull back yet again with just the head inside and repeat this manoeuvre until I feel her pussy begin to relax.

I then speed up the thrusts, back and forth, filling her completely. With my other free hand I yank her hair back and lean into her ear. I whisper to her “Beg me to fuck you harder.” She refuses to say anything so I yank her hair back even more. “Do it” I say.

“Please fuck me hard. I want to be filled by your hard cock.” I can tell she hated herself for saying it but I fuck her harder anyway.

Ramming back and forth I let go of her hair and grab her hips with my one hand, not wanting to release her hands just in case.

I look down at her sweet pert ass and decide I have to have some of that. I move my hand towards her hole and rest my thumb against it. She jerks and gasps, begging me not to do this, saying she will do anything but that.

I ignore her pleas and slowly start pushing my thumb into her tight asshole. I now have it fully in up to the knuckle as I start twisting and teasing her like this.

Her ass tenses around my thumb with every movement, trying to force it out. I pull it out quickly at the same time pulling my cock out her pussy.

In one swift moment my cock head is resting against her asshole. I slowly start to push forward as she tenses. I’m too strong for her and inch by inch I am experiencing the best feeling of my teachers anal nub.

I finally have all 8 inches inside her ass as I hold it there in place letting her adjust to the size.

Tears are now streaming down her cheeks as I grab hold of her hips and start to fuck her ass.

I start off slowly but then speed up my thrusts. I am now fucking her ass hard and fast. “Well you begged me to fuck you hard, you just didn’t say where!”

My balls now slapping against her pussy as I can feel myself getting close. Harder and faster, slapping her ass cheeks with every thrust.

One more thrust and I release my load deep into her ass, filling her.

I hold my position as I let the orgasm pass.

I finally release myself, tidying myself up. “Now we are finished.” As I chuck the folder on the floor and leave her on the floor,….. … in tears.

I feel So Triumphant!!!

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Story TEN

Here is a story about a girl being blackmailed finding herself awakening to the thrill of being forced into exhibitionism. It might be a bit slow to start but I’m editing the second chapter now. Future chapters will contain BDSM themes and more cruelty.

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As the video ended, Amber was left staring at her desktop background. Her mouth was almost agape in shock and her eyes filled with a frantic terror that made her pupils almost seem to twitch. The DVD case had been in her mailbox when she got home. The only identifier it had, were the words ‘Watch Me’ written on the disc.

At first Amber had thought it was some sort of marketing campaign or perhaps a prank, either way her curiosity had gotten the better of her and she’d thrown it into her laptop. The video was in black and white and showed a dimly lit room, some sort of office, Amber thought. Even if it was black and white the quality of the recording was still good. Amber felt like she recognised it, was it the office of one of her professors? She just about made out the name, written backwards, on the glass door and her heart skipped a beat as the bottom of her stomach fell away. At that moment she watched the door open as a figure quickly slid into the room. She knew what she was watching now as the exact details flooded back to her memory with crystal clarity.

The girl on the screen was Amber herself, from almost a year ago. She had snuck into one of the professors offices and stolen the answers to an upcoming exam for the end of last year. It had been one of the most shameful things she had ever done in her opinion and she cursed herself for it over and over for all of the next year. She had even worked harder from then on to try and make herself feel like she deserved to be here. What had driven her to cheat was the professor of that class. His lectures were almost indecipherable and the notes he sent out weren’t much better, she really couldn’t understand how everyone else was keeping up. She had gone to talk to him about her concerns and struggles and he’d just accused her of not being smart enough and spending too much time flirting with boys! His sexist and despicable character had infuriated her to the point where she had resorted to doing something so reprehensible. She was on track for a first excluding his class and wasn’t going to let someone like that get in her way.

She paused the video on a shot of her face and tried to assess whether it was possible for anyone else to tell who it was. She knew she had done what the video showed, but maybe the video wouldn’t make it clear it was her, she hoped. It was no good though, the camera wasn’t some old CCTV footage, it was high definition, albeit in black and white. Amber’s smouldering doe eyed gaze, long wavy hair and curvaceous figure where not a common combination and were all discernible from the footage. She had a look that would easily be put into people’s memory and was distinct enough that she doubted there would be any uncertainty. She was even wearing a hoodie, with a logo that was visible in the footage, from a trip she’d gone on with the dance society. Only about thirty of them had gone so picking her out of that crowd would be a simple task.

She took a breath and un-paused the video and watched it to the end as she wondered who had sent this and why. When she had first realised what the video was she had immediately thought that it was sent by the professor or the college, that they knew she had cheated and she was going to get expelled. She quickly realised how ridiculous this was though as there was no way they’d send her a video in this way if that was the case. This was a much more shady way of doing things, a way that made sure she had no idea who had the video. She bit her bottom lip as the word ‘blackmail’ popped into her mind. It wasn’t like she was wealthy though, so it’s not like they could be thinking to extort her for money could they?

The screen went black after showing Amber leaving with the paper she had taken from the desk drawer. She thought the video was over until words popped up on the screen.

‘Recreate the following picture and email it to the address below. Keep your face visible.

[email protected]

’

The photo popped up after she’d just finished reading and Amber felt a wave of fear twist her gut. The picture was of a woman standing naked, staring at the camera, her hands above her head lifting her hair off her shoulders and her feet shoulder width apart. So this was what they wanted then, she thought solemnly as more words flashed up on the screen.

‘You have until midnight on the 23rd before I email the video to all your professors’

She glanced at the date in the bottom right, it was the 23rd today; she didn’t have much time to think about this. She was surprised that she was thinking about this.

She’d never taken pictures or had pictures taken of her naked before, not even for past boyfriends. It was always something she’d disliked the idea of, the fact that they could keep looking at them after they broke up, or share them with friends behind her back it made her feel… odd for a lack of a better word. A strange nervous sensation as if they’d have something of hers that made her cheeks flush and stomach twist at the thought of it. She didn’t even really let many people see her fully naked, preferring to be under the covers or have the lights off.

She felt much more comfortable having control over who could see her naked. But this was completely the opposite, she didn’t even know who she was sending the photos too, let alone what they might do with them. She immediately went to her email and sent a message in anger.

‘Who is this?! You can’t expect me to send a picture like that without knowing anything about you. How can I be sure you won’t send the video anyway?’

She had forced herself to delete the insulting remarks and name calling she’d written initially. Pissing them off seemed like a bad idea.

She spent the evening worrying herself stupid as she re-watched the video, re-read the message, stared at the picture and refreshed her inbox as she futilely tried to think of a way around it. It was 11:30 when she got a reply. It was a screen shot. A picture of a composed message the ‘To’ line had a list of emails that she recognised as her professor’s and even her parent’s and a couple of friend’s.

The message had a video file attached, Amber’s full name and shockingly a couple of pictures of Amber naked that appeared to be on some amateur porn site by the looks of it. She blinked, they were clearly fake.

Well, clearly to Amber as she knew what her own body looked like, especially as she’d stripped a few times tonight and stared at herself in the mirror as she had almost given in. Her large breasts still had a perky fullness of youth to them, emphasised by the way her nipples pointed slightly up, she had a tight, toned midriff and wide hips that gave her an hourglass shape. Her long legs were also toned in a way that left a small gap between the top of her thighs when she closed her legs. Her flat stomach sloped down to the small bump of her mound hidden by a light thatch of trimmed blonde hair over her nether region and her skin was pale and smooth without any blemishes or even freckles to speak of other than a small pink birthmark on her hip that was almost in the shape of a heart.

The pictures in the email were not her. But that didn’t mean the people receiving them would know that. And the video wouldn’t help her credibility if she tried to claim they were fake. She grit her teeth and let out her held breath, she knew she had to stop this email being sent and she knew she was prepared to take the photo to do so.

Amber felt her heart rate rising as she stripped again, got out her phone and figured out a way to balance it to get the right angle and set up a timer to take a photo. She swallowed nervously and walked over to where the photo would be and stood in the position she had already memorised, having stared at it enough tonight already. She did her best to blank out any thoughts from her mind and keep her body from trembling as adrenaline coursed through her veins. Her legs slightly apart, her hands holding up her hair behind her head, facing the camera she waited until she heard the click. She looked at the photo for a moment. Her entire body was on display, the way she raised her arms lifted her large breasts and with her legs spread the hints of her folds below were visible. She didn’t look at it for any longer than necessary or think too much about it as it was already making her stomach flip as she felt adrenaline tremble her hands.

Worryingly taking the photo had sent a sensation between her legs that she had no desire for right now. Her mind had imagined the scenario of her picture being spread around online and all the men who’d lust after her body and shockingly she’d been excited by it. She wondered silently if it was wrong to feel that way, before pushing such thoughts from her mind.

She had little time to think about the ramifications of her body’s reaction as she plugged her phone into her computer and an error message popped up. Crap. She had to restart her laptop to get it to work, this had happened to her before and it seemed to be the way to fix it. She looked at the clock, fifteen minutes left. She threw on her dressing gown as she waited for the laptop to restart. When it did everything seemed to be ridiculously slow, just as she was about to open Chrome the screen went black. She stared at the screen in wide eyed panic before realising that the battery had died.

“Shit!"

She had unplugged it earlier and had forgotten about the battery, her mind preoccupied. She struggled to get the charger plugged in, her hands shaking as her heart raced. It took a minute before she could turn on the computer and when she clicked on Chrome again she only had a couple minutes left. She hoped she wasn’t too late. She had thought about trying to make the birthmark less obvious, or something to give her a chance to deny it was he, but there was no time.

‘Promise me you won’t send the video now and please don’t show this photo to anyone else.’

She attached the image, the words she’d added were pointless, she knew that, but she had to write them for her own sanity. She double checked the email address was right and pressed send with barely more than a minute to spare.

She sat there for the next few minutes hitting refresh to see if she got a reply. Her own email address had been in the ‘To’ line of the screenshot so if he did send the video out she would know. The thought of him attaching the picture she just sent and sending it anyway flashed through her mind.

Maybe this was a mistake… But the picture of her naked would just be a small addition to the pain caused by that email. She would do anything to stop that video being seen and the fake photos of her naked had been fairly convincing anyway. Should she email her professors first and try to control the story? What could she say? She didn’t have long to think about that though before a new message arrived in reply.

‘Be at home at 17:00 tomorrow and check your email.’

Amber swallowed. She knew it wouldn’t be over just like that. How long would he hold this over her head though? She sent several messages over the next hour or so wanting answers to multiple questions.

‘What was he going to do with that photo

Would he really not send the video even if she did what he said?

‘How long would this go on for?‘

All were met with no reply. Eventually giving up she threw herself into bed and screamed into her pillow as she struggled to get to sleep. She found her hand moving between her legs though and convinced herself that at least she could block out the worry with something more carnal. She told herself it was nothing to do with the events that had just unfolded. As she touched herself her mind wandered looking for fantasies, those of being under someone’s control came to mind, as she pushed that away she found herself imagining herself as some sort of sex symbol, pictures of her naked bewitching men into a frenzied desire for her.

Shamefully she climaxed to the fantasy of the man who had forced her to send the image actually being a

‘Fabio’

type hunk who wouldn’t look out of place on the cover of a romance novel and who would reveal that he really just wanted to worship her. She took solace in the fact that nobody could read her mind and that her fantasies were her own as she slipped into sleep with a slither of shame filling her heart.

She floated through classes the next day. She’d felt like skipping them, but she had worked too hard to get where she was to let herself and what good would it be to fail classes and drag her grade down after what she’d done to protect it. She had raked up considerable debt over the last couple of years putting herself through college, so getting kicked out with nothing to show for it was something she couldn’t accept. That video would cost her years of her life; wasted studying for something she never got and struggling to earn money to pay back the loan she took out for the privilege to do so. So it was no surprise she’d done something like taking that photo to stop it getting out, she told herself.

She looked around suspiciously, paranoid that somehow people would have seen the image and she’d be treated differently. She looked out for anyone looking at her weirdly, maybe the video was sent by someone she knew. By the time she got home she had come to the decision that she would tell the stranger that it was over after tonight and she wanted to meet him and for him to hand over the master copy of the video, meeting him would actually make her more comfortable she had decided, at least then she’d know who had that picture. Even if she knew he wouldn’t actually had the video over just like that.

It was a few minutes to 17:00 when she got home and an email had just come through from the email address that contained the words that still made her cringe, ‘sluttyamber’. She wasn’t a slut. She read the message.

‘Send a text to the following number before 17:05.’

A number was written below.

She had been expecting something more unreasonable. She’d just be giving him her phone number, that didn’t sound too bad. She waited until around 17:03 before sending the message, no reason to rush.

‘Hello?’

She texted.

A reply came soon after.

‘Check your email again.’

She sighed in frustration as she did so.

‘Download the app in the picture below and add my number as the admin. You’ve got five minutes’

The picture was of an apps website. She googled the app name and saw articles about it being designed for parents to check up on their children, know where they are and such. She didn’t have much time to look into more than that, but did notice warnings about not getting tricked into downloading it. She wasn’t really being tricked, so much as blackmailed. So he would know where she was whenever she had her phone on her? There were worse things… like him sending the video out to her professors.

She did as he said again. Typing his number in and hitting enter, then okay as a message asking if the number was correct came up. A message saying password sent to admin popped up and a picture of a padlock flashed on her screen before the app closed and the icon disappeared from her phone. She sighed guessing that meant he had some control over it now; there wasn’t really anything on her phone she was afraid of him seeing. She looked at the clock, she was at the deadline and her eyes widened as she imagined him sending the email.

‘It’s done!’

She quickly text him, followed by another message.

‘You can’t keep me following your demands forever, just tell me what you want and end this.’

Her phone rang. The number was the one she’d just text. She hesitated for a few rings before she answered and brought the phone to her ear.

“…Hello?”

Amber said coldly after a moment of pause.

The voice that replied was distorted slightly, enough that it wouldn’t be easy to recognise, but not so much that it wasn’t still possible to hear the tone and pitch. It was a man that replied and he had a voice full of confidence and the hint of an accent she couldn’t place, maybe it was just the distortion.

“Hello Amber.”

The voice was too loud, as if loud speaker was switched on. Amber flinched and pulled the phone away from her ear to check the screen. Not only was the loud speaker on but the call was apparently a video chat, she thought she had to accept that separately from a normal call… Maybe something to do with the app she installed? The video feed she had in return was just a black screen.

“Ah, there you are.”

He said as she inadvertently brought her face into view when looking at the screen.

She quickly covered the camera with her thumb.

“What- Who are you and what do you want?”

She said angrily.

“First uncover the camera and put the phone down where I can see you and your room properly. Perhaps where you had it when you took the photo for me yesterday?”

She grit her teeth and did as he said.

“How do I know that doing what you say will stop you sending the video?”

“You don’t. Sit on the bed Amber.”

She stood still for a moment before moving to obey.

“Then why should I do what you say without any guarantee.”

“Because you don’t have a choice. Don’t pretend you are the victim here, you were the one who decided to break the law.”

Amber flinched.

“Break the law is a bit harsh… I mean I know I-“

He interrupted her.

“You think stealing isn’t breaking the law? Getting kicked out will be the least of it, a criminal record as a thief will make working the register at a fast food joint an unreachable aspiration for you if you don’t do as I say.”

She remained silent, her fists clenched in her lap as she stared down at her feet. She hadn’t thought about the possibility of it being a criminal act, but she couldn’t convince herself that he was definitely wrong. She cursed herself for being such an idiot. She wouldn’t just loose the last couple of years and have to struggle to pay the debt back, paying the debt back would be an impossible task, her life would be ruined! She thought to herself pitifully.

“Now, to start with why don’t you take off your clothes?”

Amber looked up at the camera in horror.

“I- You’re going to make me strip again? You’ve already seen me naked… besides I don’t even know who it is I’m stripping for, who are you?”

“Strip and then I’ll tell you.”

Amber took a deep breath in and then exhaled slowly as she calmed her pulse. The adrenaline was flooding through her again and she couldn’t help but remember the night before when she’d fantasised about being controlled. It had felt different in her fantasy though, it was control she had allowed, this was control that had been taken. Even if her body reacted against her wishes, logically she knew this was a dangerous situation and whilst fairly harmless at the moment…

“I’m getting bored. If you’re just going to bore me Amber then I’ll send the email and be done with this.”

“No, wait!”

She bit her bottom lip and started to slowly unbutton her top. He’d already seen her naked after all. She took her time, not in a sexy drawing it out way, just in a methodical slow paced style. She was just delaying the inevitable though. She hesitated when she was down to her underwear, a white bra and a powder pink pair of briefs. As she slipped off her panties she kept her legs pressed together and sat back down, leaning forward to protect her modesty. She removed her bra one handed keeping her other arm across her chest to cover her breasts.

“I stripped like you asked, so… who are you?”

She asked, sitting there, legs crossed and a hand over each breast to protect her modesty.

“I’m a member of the computer science department. I’m not an undergraduate. I’m not telling you more than that so don’t ask. Place both your hands on the bed beside you and spread your legs.”

He said the first couple of sentences quickly with annoyance in his voice, but the instructions came with a commanding tone. Amber frowned and slowly complied, revealing her breasts to him and sliding her feet slowly apart, keeping her knees together shyly she looked away from the camera.

“Spread your legs properly, don’t pretend you don’t know what I want.”

Amber grimaced and closed her eyes, she did as he said, hating the situation she had gotten herself into as she spread legs wide, revealing the full detail of her pussy to the camera. Taking the photo had felt different; it was an instant in time. Sure he could look at it at his leisure, but Amber didn’t have to actually be there for that. Even if he’d seen what she was showing him already, this felt much more nerve-racking. Her heart skipped a beat as she wanted to cry out in embarrassment at being forced to humiliate herself like this.

“Happy now?”

She said scornfully.

“Even if I’m a thief, you’re something worse, you know that right?”

“Are you wet?”

She heard a bemused lilt to the tone and her eyes widened suddenly as she slammed her knees together hiding the glisten he’d seen from her light pink folds.

“No!”

She cried out in anger but her response betrayed any hope she had of denying it.

“I thought I’d just get a nice show and knock the campus’s prima donna down a few pegs. I never guessed you’d actually enjoy exposing yourself like this.”

He said with genuine amusement in his voice

“Prima-? What? I’m not a prima donna and I don’t enjoy this!”

What the hell? Is that how some people saw her? ; A prima donna, a woman who thinks of herself as the lead role, the centre of attention, and is arrogant and haughty. Sure she never made any secret about the fact that she was driven and always trying to get the highest score in any test and maybe she could be a bit standoffish and cold at times and she didn’t really have patience for people who would waste her time. Maybe that made her seem a little conceited, but still…

He laughed.

“Fine, fine, whatever you say. Then pick up the phone and give me a more close up view of the pretty pink cunt of yours.”

She flinched at his choice of words. She did as he said though, picking up the phone and sighing she spread her legs again with a furious expression on her face that he couldn’t see. She felt her heart rate rise as she exposed herself to the camera in a much more intimate way. She cursed herself for being such a deviant as to find any sexual thrill in this as she knew he’d be able to see she was somewhat aroused by the situation.

“Good, now stroke that little clit, like you do when you’re alone in bed at night.”

Amber opened her mouth to ask how he knew but realised quick enough that he was just taunting her and that she had nearly let slip something that would have humiliated her further. She could refuse couldn’t she? She should refuse. But she had come far enough now to know that she was going through with this. The moment she realised this was a video call she had guessed that he was going to want her to give him a show and she had known she would still do what it took to not have the video sent out.

Her free hand moved between her legs and stroked at her small bud in circular motions, she really was wet and knew he could easily see that now. Her face was flushed and the fear response of the adrenaline was making her body tremble slightly and intensifying the feelings her fingers gave her as her body interpreted the nervousness as excitement.

“I need to know that there’s an end to this. That you’ll give me the video eventually, otherwise I’d be an idiot to continue.”

She spoke in a velvety voice, full of seduction, she even let a small crackle of a moan into her words as she continued to touch herself. Maybe she could seduce him into giving it up?

“Fine, after this call you’ll have earned a third of the video.”

He replied after a few moments of thought.

“What good is a third? I want it all.”

She put on a childish voice on and then emphasised the word ‘all’ to try and flirt some more to get her way.

“Not much use really, but earn the other two thirds and I’ll send you the whole thing, every copy I have. You’ll have to trust me on that one, but it’s a better offer than you had a moment ago. Now, let’s see you slip a couple of fingers into that wet little fuck-hole and really go to town on it shall we? I want to hear the sound of your palm slapping against your mound and that greedy cunt of yours sucking at those fingers.”

She couldn’t help it. She felt an intense hatred for the filthy way he was talking but at the same time it excited her.

“Deal. A third.”

She muttered to his earlier comment as she lay back and did as he said. Her fingers sliding into the ready embrace of her sex, she started to finger herself in earnest. Doing as he said, her hips rolled to bump and grind her clit against the palm of her hand with each thrust. Going at this with anything less than her full enthusiasm would just draw it out longer. At least by acting brazenly like this she could pretend it didn’t humiliate her as much as it did, pretend that she was keeping some of her dignity.

At least he couldn’t see her face or the expressions of lust she made, she could almost forget he was the one watching. Pretend this was a show she was performing for someone else instead.

She curled her toes and bit her bottom lip as she fucked herself with her hand. It was definitely not the first time, but she’d never made such a show of it before and she’d never had an audience, both facts making the act more lewd and more tantalising, though she’d never admit it. He was silent as he let her perform for him. She felt the pleasure building, she wanted to squeeze her breast, to pinch her nipple but knew she couldn’t put down the camera, even as her arm grew sore holding it up to show off the mess she was making of herself. She called herself names in her mind for how easy this was for her, ‘whore’, ‘slut’, ‘prostitute’.

It wasn’t long before she let out a small cry,

“FUCK ….. ….. ….…”

She gasped as the pleasure struck her, she hadn’t tried to hold it back at all, quite the opposite, seeing cumming as an end to his torment. Her body had put up little resistance as she’d thrust her index and middle finger inside herself, her wetness eventually making the sounds he’d asked for as her body’s excitement rose. She’d blushed as the noises, not having heard such things from herself before, though she wasn’t sure she’d ever been so wet before.

The cries turned into a series of small mewing like moans as her legs, hips and groin tensed, her back arching up as she massaged her palm into her clit roughly. She finally let out a held breath and went limp as her climax waned. Breathing heavily her body was covered in a small sheen of sweat from her exertion.

“Bring the camera back up to your face, don’t forget to show your breasts off with a little wiggle as you do.”

She panned the camera back up her body and jiggled her breasts with a small shimmy of her shoulders.

“Now say, ‘I’m a little slut who wants a big cock in my tight wet cunt.’"

She frowned a little but did as he said.

“I’m a little slut who wants a big cock in my tight wet… cunt.”'

She had paused before saying the word she’d rarely ever say. She shivered, she hated the fact that she was turned on by this and that she’d had an orgasm so easily in such a humiliating position. Every part of her mind was cursing her body for taking such pleasure in being embarrassed and unwillingly dominated like she was being.

“Of course you do, you little whore. Now put the camera back down where it was earlier. Stand next to the bed again facing away from the camera.”

Amber took a deep breath before lifting herself off of the bed, the waves of pleasure that had flowed through her loins still making her slightly unsteady. She did as he said turning around to give him a view of her pert heart shaped rear.

“Bend over until your face touches the bed, legs straight.”

She hoped it was nearly over; he’d gotten what he wanted, hadn’t he? To do as he said her legs had to spread and she knew that from behind he could see between her legs in explicit detail.

“Now let’s start round two.”

Amber stood back up and turned around instead.

“Round two? I did what you wanted already, you said I’d get a third of the video for-"

He spoke over her complaints.

“A third for giving me a show and it is only just begun Amber. Now do what I said or else…”

She dithered before retaking the pose and reaching up under herself to stroke her fingers along the line of her wet slit.

“Good girl, now spread that pussy for me, show me how wet you are.”

She buried her face into her sheets as she let her fingers do as he commanded, spreading her labia to let him see her pink folds fully as she waited for his next command.

“Let’s get a better look. Reach behind yourself with both hands, one on each cheek and squeeze.”

She swallowed before doing so, squeezing her plump firm rear.

“No spread those cheeks, don’t hold back.”

She sobbed silently into the sheets as she spread herself for him. She could imagine the view he had of her now and as he made a sound of appreciation, she knew her fears were right.

“Now say that you want my cock. Ask me to choose which hole I use.”

Amber lifted her head a little to unmuffle her mouth. Her heart was pounding now, she felt almost detached from her body. Like it was a doll doing as he commanded and she was just watching, it made it easier to think of it like that.

“I want your cock… Put it wherever you want.”

“Come on, give it more sincerity. Pretend that you need this cock to live. Or better yet, if it helps, pretend that if I don’t believe you I’ll send this video along with the original.”

Amber gasped, she almost let go of her cheeks and stood up straight to yell at him for the suggestion. She held back though against her better judgement. She didn’t want to test whether he’d do what he threatened and so she swallowed before letting herself slip into character, blocking out her rational thoughts.

“Please… put your cock inside of me. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy and my arse. Let me taste your cock and cum in my face and on my tits.”

Her face flushed as she let her mouth run off without a filter.

“I’m a whore with a slutty pussy that needs to be filled.”

He laughed, pleased with her act.

“Good, good. For now, I’ll let your fingers fill your slutty pussy instead. Fuck your cunt your slut and fuck it hard.”

She took longer the second time to climax, her pussy was sore and it was hard to keep up with the pace he demanded. He’d had her stop a few times and told her to spank herself, always wanting her to go harder until she left a red glow and an accompanying sting on each cheek. By the time he’d finished with her there was no part of her body she hadn’t shown him and no lewd sound she hadn’t made. She was lying on the bed panting, her body covered in sweat as he finally hung up on the call.

His final words had been to instruct her not to go anywhere without her phone and that even if she silenced it a small sound would be heard if he sent a text and she had ten minutes to reply. She had been told to repeat what he said to make sure she heard it, which had been a good idea as she her mind was in tangles. She both hated everything she did and felt thrilled by it, was repulsed and turned on, she felt like a second person was in her body and that she was losing control of herself. She fell asleep on her bed right there, naked and sore.

Amber woke up with a start. There was light beaming in through her window and she realised she’d not set an alarm. She looked at her phone and saw two things that panicked her, the first was that she had fifteen minutes to get to class across campus and the second was the phone battery on 5%. She remembered the words she’d been told to repeat the night before.

‘Keep your phone on you at all times.

‘You have ten minutes to reply to my texts or else.’

She knew what the else was and quickly plugged her phone in to charge as she bolted for the shower. There was no way she could leave her room without washing, not with what she’d done last night. She jumped in whilst the water was still cold, waking her up as she had the quickest shower of her life.

By the time she made it across campus her hair was still damp, she had thrown on a hoody with the hood up and her phone was on 10%, she prayed that the battery would hold out. Despite her rush she walked in just as the lecture was starting and got several looks of confusion from people. Sitting in the first free seat she did her best to pay attention.

At the end of the lecture someone she knew walked by and did a double take.

“Amber?! Is that you?”

The girl asked with shock and a slightly amused smirk that told her she looked as terrible as she felt. She probably saw it was Amber when she’d come in late but wanted to pretend she hadn’t so she could take a jab at how awful she looked.

“H-hey Mandy, yeah not feeling too well.”

She spoke in a rough voice and put her hand up to her throat,

“Think I’ve caught the bug that’s going around. Better not get too close.”

She didn’t really feel like socialising, she just wanted to go home and have a proper shower, make sure her phone was charged and feel sorry for herself.

“Oh sure, hope you feel better soon!”

Was the chirpy reply as Mandy smirked and waved goodbye.

Amber got up and started to head back when she heard a ‘ping’ sound that let her know she had a message.

She felt her stomach twist, getting out her phone she looked at the screen.

‘Send me a picture of your tits out in the lecture theatre.’

Amber re-read the message to check it said what she thought it did and whether she could get around it in anyway. She couldn’t see a way if there was one. She looked around sheepishly. Most of the class had filed out now but there were still a couple of students talking to the professor as he packed away his things. Amber didn’t know how long they were going to be, or whether there was another class after this that would mean the room would start to fill up again. Staring in the direction of her lecturer she saw him glance back at her with a curious look. Amber tried not to look suspicious. She gave another quick glance around.

“I- I think I lost something last time we had a lecture here, it’s a-“

She wracked her brain,

“A black phone case, did you see it?”

He blinked and then shook his head as the two students talking to him turned too,

“No. Sorry.”

He went back to explaining something to the two students he was speaking with.

Amber cleared her throat,

“Then I’ll just go see if it’s on the floor where I was sitting last.”

She got up and walked up to near the back of the room, a quick glance told her that they’d stopped paying attention to her. She had to be quick, crouching down behind the desks she was able to lift up her top and bra under her hoody. She unzipped the front of it and got out her phone. She was about to take the picture but realised she would need to prove where she was. Sighing, she stood up, her back to the front of the room. She quickly, and hopefully stealthily, took a photo with the front of the room behind her. Doing up her hoody she looked at the picture. It’d do, she sent it.

‘Happy now?’

She added in the message, wondering why it had been so easy for her to do something like that. Perhaps the exhibition she’d put on the night before had made something like this seem trivial, she thought to herself as she walked back down to grab her things and quickly leave.

He didn’t reply for the rest of the morning. After her phone was charged, Amber decided she wasn’t about to wait around for him to contact her with another request and so she decided that she was going to go do something that would mean she had to be away from her phone for a while. Grabbing her things she left her room and went to the sport centre.

She went to the changing rooms and quickly removed her clothes and slipped into a one-piece black swimsuit. She used to swim more regularly, but she still thought of it as one of her hobbies even if she hadn’t done it in a while. She adjusted herself awkwardly wondering whether the costume was a little too snug now, she’d been a little less active the last year and some weight had gone to her hips and chest apparently. She sent a text to the still unnamed man.

‘I’m going for a swim so I won’t be able to reply for about an hour.’

She quickly threw her things in the locker and put the key/wristband on, making her way to the pool.

Being away from her phone meant he couldn’t contact her and demand something of her. It was relaxing and liberating even if it hadn’t even been a day since she had been made to follow his orders on the go. She was upset that the time went by so quickly, enjoying her slow paced swim up and down the lane. However, it still weighed on her mind, she didn’t really know that he was going to be okay with her leaving her phone like that for so long. It was about 40 minutes before she gave in and decided to get out and go check he hadn’t sent a message. She felt a little nervous that he might of, what had she been thinking?

He had told her not to leave her phone for more than 10 minutes and she had disobeyed him on the first day?! She opened her locker, dried her hands and quickly checked her message.

‘Fine… but before you leave I want you to go back for one more lap. This time you’ll leave your costume at one end of the pool though.’

Amber’s jaw dropped a little. Swim naked? In the public swimming pool? Someone would notice wouldn’t they? There hadn’t been that many people and they’d been doing their own thing, but surely they’d realise? And if anyone walking by was to look down into the pool wouldn’t it be obvious? She trembled a little from the cold water and how nervous she felt about the prospect of doing this.

‘I’ll get arrested. Besides, I could just tell you that I’ve done it and you’d not know.’

It wasn’t long before he replied.

‘Not if you don’t get caught and I’m nearby, I’ll know.’

She studied the last part of the message with a furrowed brow. So he was here, she could potentially find out who he was if she looked around for someone watching her? She relocked her locker before walking back to the pool. She shivered as the cold on her skin and the adrenaline in her blood set her hairs on end. She kept her eyes peeled as she walked back in, trying to find someone who was checking on her. She either couldn’t see anyone or he was blending in enough that he could be any of the people here.

Basically, there was nobody suspicious that she could see. She bit her tongue as she made her way to the end lane, furthest from the entrance and, she hoped, the one least likely to have someone walking by, luckily there was nobody in the lane next to it either.

Getting in she started swimming as she glanced around subtly, she decided to do a couple of laps normally first, try and blend in, hope that people stop paying her any attention, if they even were. Maybe he’d not notice that she’d not done it yet. Maybe he was lying and wouldn’t know for sure. Either way, she wasn’t about to chance it. She stopped at one end, there were no entrances or exits in this corner, no changing rooms and little reason for anyone to walk by. If she was going to do it…

Another glance to see if she could see anyone was watching, before quickly and smoothly she slipped her arms from the costume, slipping it down to her mid-section and revealing her breasts, albeit underwater. The water on her bare skin was colder than it had been through the costume that had absorbed the heat of her body. Nobody had turned to look at her. She took a deep breath to steel her nerve as she curled up, holding the side of the pool with one hand and slipping the costume down to her ankles with the other. Her heart pumped loudly in her chest as she felt an understandable heat in her cheeks of embarrassment and a worrying heat of excitement between her legs. This was terrifying, but apparently her body took that to mean, ‘this is exciting’. It seemed like the more potentially risky the situation the more thrill she was taking from it.

Swallowing she gave a glance around before placing her costume down on the edge of the pool. Still nobody seemed to be paying attention. She looked at the small pile of fabric longingly before steeling her resolve once more and quickly pushing off of the side to start swimming.

Her heart rate sped up partly because she swam as fast as she could without drawing any attention and partly because of the embarrassment of what she was doing was starting to sink in. It was odd swimming naked, she had never done it before and, perhaps contradictory as it was against her will, it felt weirdly freeing. She reached the end after what felt like an age and turned around.

Her heart jumped as she saw a figure crouched down at the end of her lane. She paused. Had someone found her costume lying on the ground? Maybe she misjudged just how frequently people walked by, or how noticeable a naked woman would be. Should she swim back or stay here, try and act like it wasn’t hers? What if he took it away though, maybe to the lost property? Then the thought occurred to her. It was probably him. She couldn’t see him very well, he looked tall, was wearing jeans and a black coat and annoyingly a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses. Surely he looked suspicious walking around a pool dressed like that? Barely a moment had passed before he stood up, with a small glance towards her, before marching off towards the exit.

Amber panicked as the thought of him walking away with her costume came to mind. What would she do then?!

It was in those few seconds of pause that the sound of laughter and talking suddenly echoed in the room. Amber turned with a start to see a group of guys walking out of the men’s changing room. It was a swimming club of some sort, she thought in panic, they must be coming to practice. There was no time to think through anything else as she sprung off the side of the pool and swam at probably her fastest pace ever back to where she prayed her costume still lay. She made it to the end, out of breath and grabbed at the side, feeling a sense of joy at the feel of her costume. She snatched it off the side, no longer worrying about drawing attention. She let herself sink under water, clutching a breath as she struggled to get herself back into the swimsuit. Horror flooded her mind as it was suddenly revealed to her what the man had done. It was indeed the one who was texting her and he’d crouched down to tamper with her costume.

Her head broke the surface of the water as she took in a lungful of air, having struggled into the costume, or what was left of it. Facing the side of the pool she looked down at her breasts, pushing themselves through two slits in the front of her swim suit, the tight material that usually held them down now aiding them in their effort to push through and fully expose themselves.

Even as she tried to push them back in they just popped out again. Worse still perhaps was the slit that ran from a few inches below her belly button to below her groin revealing the tawny covered mound between her legs. Trying to pull the costume closed didn’t help and if anything it was just tugging at the split and making it worse. She struggled to think of some way to get back to the changing rooms without being seen and struggled to calm her nervousness.

She decided the first thing to do was to make it as close to the changing rooms as possible without leaving the pool. She started to move along the edge of the pool, moving across lanes at the best time to avoid a situation where she was forced to meet someone. The pool was getting busier though as the guys started to swim lengths. They were fast too, fast enough that she struggled to find a good time to move past, eventually one of them stopped at her end of the pool, blocking her from going any further as he looked at her with a smile.

“Hey. I’ve not seen you here before.”

He grinned, charmingly.

Usually she was quite good at dealing with guys trying to flirt with her, but today was different,

“Ah, yeah… I don’t really come here much.”

She smiled softly, nervously trying not to look down at herself to see whether she had anything exposed as she feared she’d draw his attention if she did. Instead she locked eye contact with him.

“I don’t want to keep you from training though. You’re in the swimming club right?”

He grinned some more and nodded as if saying that had been a compliment.

“Yeah. It’s okay I can take a quick break. Especially if it’s to chat to someone as pretty as you.”

She tried not to give him a look that made fun of him for using such a cheesy line.

“Ah.. thanks.”

She smiled softly, trying to kill the conversation as she looked about trying to pretend she was bored rather than terrified of him realising she was ten meters away with her breasts hanging out.

“Are you okay? You’re clutching the side of the pool as if you’re afraid you’ll sink. I can help teach you to swim if you’re nervous?”

He said trying to keep the conversation going.

She shook her head,

“No it’s fine, I just got a cramp in my foot that’s all.”

He laughed,

“Ah, that happens, need to make sure you’re properly hydrated before swimming. Here let me help.”

She raised a brow quizzically for a moment before they both shot up in shock as he took a deep breath and sunk under the water, realising he meant he was going to help with her foot right now. She pressed herself against the side of the pool more so and pressed her legs together praying that the slit stopped between her legs and didn’t go far enough back to be showing anything from behind. She felt him pressing at the sole of her foot, stretching it out in a way that would have actually probably have helped if she had really had cramp. She spent the whole time with her eyes scrunched shut, fearing him noticing, that he’d see some part of her that was exposed and then he’d come back up and call over his friends and they’d all force her arms away from her body and… She stopped that train of thought dead in its tracks. What was wrong with her? She was getting excited by the idea, as if that was what she wanted. After half a minute or so he stopped and came back up with a smug look on his face.

“Better?”

She grinned, partially as an act and partially because he clearly hadn’t noticed anything was odd.

“Much! Thanks.”

She said in relief. She’d be nice, it wasn’t his fault she was in this situation.

“I think I’ll rest a bit and then get out though, you were right I definitely didn’t drink enough. What’s your name, I’ll add you on Facebook. Mine’s Amber by the way.”

She suddenly thought that perhaps she should have given a fake name just in case.

“Casanova. We had a class together last semester.”

He said with a wry smile and a shake of his head. She was glad she hadn’t given a fake name.

She gritted her teeth, she’d been too preoccupied by her situation,

“Sorry! I’m terrible with faces, yeah of course. Hey sorry, I’ll add you later though, good luck with training.”

He laughed a little and then nodded.

“Sure thing, see ya’ Amber.”

Thankfully she’d managed to end the conversation with that, maybe offending him by not recognising him had done it. Amber managed to make it the rest of the way without any more incidents, now was the moment of truth though. She looked around. If she got out and moved in a quick straight line, perhaps she could get back to the women’s lockers without anyone seeing.

Someone being behind that door was a risk she would have to take. She felt the surge of thrill at doing something like this as she quickly pulled herself up and out of the pool and up onto her knees. Her breasts bouncing as they broke the surface of the water quickly and she forcefully threw herself up onto the side of the pool. She blushed at how wide the rip was between her legs was and quickly stood. Marching to the door she kept a hand across her chest to stop any unnecessary bouncing at her quick pace.

The door opened in front of her as a girl walked out of the changing room, Amber didn’t even break step, as she moved by the girl who did a quick double take, and into the changing room. She rushed to a cubicle and closed the door behind her. First things first, she removed the costume, even in the changing room it’d be more embarrassing to wear it than to be fully naked. She wrung out the costume into the floor drain and then took a deep breath. Very few girls would walk through the changing room completely naked, but it wasn’t unheard of. Wearing a swimsuit with three holes in it exposing everything it is meant to hide on the other hand…

Steeling her nerve and trying to calm down she took a few steady deep breaths before she opened the door and walked like she hadn’t even noticed she wasn’t wearing a thread. She got a couple of looks as she turned the corner into the changing room proper, the women saw the swimsuit in her hands and shrugged a little. It wasn’t too busy, but it wasn’t empty either. She noticed one look she got was more of a sneer, perhaps jealously, it didn’t bother Amber too much though; no more than being naked was doing so already.

The excitement at what had happened in the pool hit her now. Now she felt safe she felt her body react to how close Casanova had come to discovering that she was basically naked. That she had swam a lap naked. She felt almost giddy.

Another look she got lingered in a way that made her feel like she was being ogled. She turned and smiled at the girl and got a smile back, one that touched the other girl’s eyes in a way that was almost asking a question of Amber. Amber’s eyes widened a little and she glanced away, oh, she was looking at her in that way. Amber felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment. Apparently it was the thought of anyone looking at her body with sexual intentions that turned her on, not just guys, she realised as her heart pumped and she felt a sensation that she had slowly come to realise was her excitement at being an exhibitionist.

She had always assumed the feeling was shyness or nervousness. But when she thought about the way her stomach had twisted at the idea of past boyfriends wanting her to send pictures of herself to them she realised it had been her getting turned on a little.

Oddly she found herself basking in the adoration from the other woman before she realised what she was doing. She purposefully took longer than necessary to open the locker. What was wrong with letting the girl look at her anyway? She’d shown more to the stranger blackmailing her against her will. This time it was on her terms though and she felt safe seeing as it was another woman.

She grabbed her things out of her locker and walked over to the bench beside the girl who was trying to be subtle about her gaze on Amber’s body. Amber smiled at her and got a look of shock in return, she held back a small laugh at how flustered she looked. One day and already she was a brazen nudist she asked herself quizzically. Maybe she always had been but had been too afraid to explore it, shying away from it whenever she felt something, taking the excitement to be discomfort and arousal to be nervousness. She remembered to look at her phone.

‘That was fun. Now, as punishment for disobeying me and leaving your phone for so long I want you to send me another naked picture. Of another woman this time, you’re in the right place to do it after all. If you leave the lockers without it I’m sending the email along with a video of you swimming naked in the school’s pool and the little show you put on for me last night.’

Amber bit her tongue. This was the first time he’d asked her to do something that wasn’t just affecting her. Taking this picture would be like stealing, the very thing that got her into this situation, not to mention the fact that if she was caught it’d would be humiliating in a way that didn’t turn her on at all. Might she’d get branded a sex offender for something like this? She wasn’t sure. She heard the girl beside her clear her throat before speaking,

“Is everything alright?”

Amber dragged her eyes away from the screen to look at her, realising her expression had given away how she was feeling.

“Oh… yeah.”

She smiled. It wasn’t though, she was now a prisoner in this room until she did something she could never do. Taking a photo of another woman naked without their permission felt… evil.

“It looked like you got some terrible news?”

The girl asked pointing at Amber’s phone. Amber noticed the way the girl’s eyes flickered about, occasionally landing on her body, stealing small glances as if she’d get in trouble for doing so.

Amber shook her head and then shrugged a little,

“No, it’s nothing to worry about.”

She noticed that the way she was making the girl respond by being naked in front of her made her feel weirdly relaxed. Perhaps having power over her made her situation of powerlessness feel less real? An idea flashed through her mind for a moment and she found her lips moving before she could think through the idea.

“Say, would you be able to help me with something?”

Amber bit her tongue, she was going to ask this girl to let her take a photo of her?! No. There was no way she could do that. But still, there was no way she could leave here without doing it. She hoped that Amber had misread her and that she’d say no.

“Of course!”

The girl blushed a little and seemed somewhat flustered as Amber wondered what she was expecting.

Not helping the girl’s imagination Amber grabbed her towel and hid her phone below it as she gave a quick glance about before softly replying.

“Follow me.”

She walked quickly back to the showers and hoped nobody had thought anything suspicious of it. She noticed that the other girl was following her as Amber stepped into a shower cubical not shutting the door. A moment passed where she wondered if she would follow her in before she saw the other girl dart inside with a scared but excited look on her face.

“Close the door.”

Amber stood in the shower cubicle as the other girl walked in and shut the door behind her. Locking them in and then turning back around to look at Amber, obviously not hiding her gaze’s attention towards her naked body now. Amber wondered what she thought she might have asked her in here for as she studied the girls gaze, moving down over her body, between her legs. She ignored the pleasing feelings stirring inside her she was getting from that look, as she found herself learning more and more about her exhibitionist nature.

“S-so what did you need help with exactly. It’s Amber right?”

The girl asked biting her bottom lip nervously.

Amber blinked and frowned wondering how in her own world she was that she kept not recognising people. She suddenly remembered where she’d seen this girl though, a class she took in her first year.

“Yeah… Miley… or Ellie was it?”

Amber gave an apologetic look for forgetting her name.

“Emily, but I go by Millie so you’re close.”

She smiled, forgiving her for forgetting the name and apparently just being happy that she was remembered.

“So… you said you needed help?”

Amber sighed as she wondered what to tell her. She decided that if she was going to get the photo she would have the girl’s consent, which meant telling her the truth. Although, she made sure to cut out some of the details she didn’t want to reveal. She explained that she was being blackmailed and told her that he’d had her send pictures and videos and that he’d made her swim naked.

“Sorry to lay this all on you, I know it is a bit weird as I’ve not really spoken to you before.”

Millie shook her head giving Amber a sympathetic look.

“Couldn’t you go to the police, what does he have that is making you do such embarrassing things?”

Amber shook her head,

“I- I don’t want to say, it didn’t hurt anyone but it would mean me losing everything and potentially going to jail… maybe.”

She still wasn’t sure about that but her fear had warped her mind into thinking it was more and more plausible.

“If that’s enough for you to not want to help me then I understand… Just please don’t tell anyone about this.”

“So what do you need from me exactly?”

Amber swallowed, and gave her a thankful smile as she didn’t immediately refuse to help, pulling out her phone,

“He’s… he’s said that I can’t leave here until I get a photo of another woman naked.”

She saw Millie’s eyes widen in fear as she opened her mouth to respond.

“I know! But I couldn’t just steal a photo of someone and I thought that with you… you…”

She trailed off, not really knowing how to say what she was going to.

“You thought what?”

Was the stern reply she got with an almost venomous look.

“I’m sorry.”

Amber lowered her head.

“Well… the way you looked at me I guess I thought…”

She shook her head, realising how it sounded. Amber was admitting she was trying to manipulate the other girl. She found her hands crossing over her body hiding her breasts as she covered her lower region with the towel. Was she going to have to either leave here and hope, or steal the picture another way…

Millie sighed.

“You’re lucky I’m a nice person.”

Amber looked up in confusion to see the girl slipping off her top. She watched as she stripped.

“I’ll take a shower. Make it look like you stole the photo. Take it when the water is running over my face please, I’d really like to keep my identity hidden from this guy, he sounds like a real piece of work.”

Amber smiled gratefully,

“Thank you! This is… more than I could ask for. I’m sorry I-“

“Don’t mention it.”

Millie replied as she seemed way more confident being naked than Amber felt.

“How could I live with myself, not helping out such a beauty in need?”

She turned on the shower.

“Besides…”

She turned back around to face Amber, giving her a smokey gaze,

“You’re right about the way I was looking at you. It was like a dream seeing the girl I’d had a crush on last year walk towards me naked like that.”

She smiled as Amber blushed shyly, and stepped under the shower, turning to face Amber at an angle.

“Okay, I’ll hold my breath as I put my face under the shower, take it then.”

“Okay.”

Amber said, signifying she was ready as she opened up the camera. She waited for the right moment before snapping the picture. Looking at the screen she checked it seemed natural, like she’d snapped it when the other girl wasn’t looking.

“Are you sure I can send this?”

Amber asked hesitantly, partly because she couldn’t believe Millie was doing this for her and partly because it felt wrong to be doing this to Millie, especially after what she just revealed.

“Sure, just send it.”

She said grabbing Amber’s towel to dry herself with, as she hadn’t bought her own.

Amber hit send and felt a great sense of gratitude fill her heart and relief at how she’d managed to do what she thought was impossible for her.

“Thank you Millie. It means so much to me that you would do this for me.”

She placed her hand on Millie’s arm. Millie glanced at it and then up into Amber’s eyes in a way that made Amber blush when she realised they were both naked. She’d not really considered herself anything but straight, but suddenly the idea of having sex with this girl seemed to arouse her. She glanced down at the other girl’s body, toned and athletic without the curves that Amber’s had, she found herself wondering if a lesbian was as skilled at pleasing another woman as she’d heard.

“Millie.”

She found her voice catching in her throat.

“Did- Did you want to-“

A familiar sound came from her phone that broke through the moment. She took her hand away and picked up the phone.

“Is that him?”

Millie asked, looking annoyed, having noticed how there was almost a moment between them. She stepped closer to read the message over Amber’s shoulder, her breast pressing against Amber’s back in a way she didn’t dislike.

‘Millie’s body is just as wonderful as I’d have expected.’

“What the fuck? How did he know my name?”

Millie asked stepping away from Amber with an accusatory look.

Amber blinked and shook her head.

“I don’t know!”

She chewed her bottom lip trying to figure out how he knew.

“Maybe he saw you going into the changing room and knows you?”

Amber said without much conviction to the idea.

Millie snorted and shook her head at how ridiculous that sounded,

“Maybe it’s you and your boyfriend messing with me. Or something like that. Tease the lesbian, get a photo of her-“

“No! It’s nothing like that it’s-“

“I can’t believe I told you that I had a crush on you?”

She stepped back looking hurt as Amber stepped closer.

“No Millie, this wasn’t- I’m not-“

The phone rang and there was a moment of silence between the two girls before Amber accepted the call. She kept the phone pointed away from Millie, expecting the video call.

“Hello girls.”

His voice was distorted again.

“I didn’t want to see you fall out over me so I thought I’d be kind enough to tell you the truth. I was listening using Amber’s phone thanks to that app she installed for me.”

Millie glanced at Amber who winced and then gave a small apologetic nod.

“I didn’t realise it let him do that. Honestly. I thought he was just using it to track where I was.”

Millie shook her head a little but looked less angry at Amber now.

The voice continued,

“Emily Ho, you’ve always intrigued me.”

Millie’s eyes widened in anger,

“How the hell do you know my last name too? You definitely didn’t over hear that.”

He laughed,

“I keep track of people who interest me. And with a search history like yours coming from a girl who went to catholic school… well I was very interested.”

She opened her mouth in shock as her cheeks flushed.

“How- How do you know what I’ve searched for?”

She asked with an ashamed tone in her voice.

“If you’ve searched for it using the campus internet I have my ways of finding it out. That’s all you need to know. Oh it also means I was able to intercept that little show you put on for your girlfriend back home last semester.”

Millie’s face went pale.

“Don’t worry, it was nothing compared to the show Amber gave me last night when she knew I was watching.”

A video popped up on the screen, the close up Amber had given of her fingering her pussy. The sound her body made and the moans were more erotic than Amber had imagined. Her voice came out of the phone speaker begging to have her ‘naughty pussy’ filled. She blushed a deep crimson as Millie glanced over at the screen with a look that was hard to decipher.

“I-I had to, he was going to…”

Amber held her tongue as the video disappeared.

“Now Millie, don’t you think it’s unfair that Amber used you like that? I think she should give you something in return, so here’s what I’m going to do… Amber you have to go with Millie back to her room.”

Millie spoke up,

“She didn’t use me. You might have something to blackmail Amber with but why should I do what you say?

“Well, to start with, I promise you’ll enjoy yourself. Secondly if you don’t then I’ll send you search history and that video of yours to your Dad, he’s a minister right? I doubt he’ll be happy about the context in which you were searching for nuns and catholic school girls.”

Millie shook her head,

“I never searched for anything like that!”

He laughed,

“Then you’ll have fun explaining that to him knowing he’ll have seen you fingering yourself for another girl on the internet.”

Mille clenched her jaw and didn’t respond. He hadn’t given them any more instructions so they’d finished drying and left the changing rooms and made their way back to Millie’s room. The walk had been tense, knowing that he was listening it was awkward to try and make any conversation. Amber felt awful for dragging her into this and tried to apologise as she saw the scornful glances she was given by the other girl. They got back to her room and closed the door.

“Do we call him or something?”

Amber shook her head,

“He will probably know if he’s watching the GPS and I guess he’ll figure it out if he’s listening too.”

Millie sighed.

“Why am I going along with this?”

Amber shrugged a little,

“Because you believe he’ll do what he says and somehow this seems like a better option.”

She blushed slightly and decided to try and make this less unpleasant for the girl who had helped her.

“Besides, from the sounds of it he’s going to make me repay you with my body.”

Millie looked up at her quizzically. Amber pouted and used a teasing tone,

“Don’t you want that? You said y-you fancied me right?”

She pushed back her hair and gave Millie a coy look.

Millie gave her a confused look in return,

“Well… not like this, I mean, being forced to.”

Amber shook her head and stepped closer,

“Even if he’s telling me to, it’s not like I don’t want to do it.”

She grinned, she was enjoying the feeling of control she had as she made Millie nervous, it was cute how she blushed and looked flustered.

“But-“

Amber leant forward and cut off her protest with a kiss. She’d kissed a girl before to get some drinks in a club, once before that, in a game of spin the bottle and another time as part of a dare. This was the first time she’d really kissed another girl before though. The softness of it, the gentleness of her mouth was the first noticeable difference to kissing a man and the way she let Amber take control of the kiss was the other. They kissed for several long seconds before there was a sound from her phone that broke the embrace of their lips. Millie made a sound of annoyance and then laughed and shook her head as her hands came up to her lips, her cheeks flushed.

Amber read the text and then swallowed. She passed the phone to Millie without saying anything and started to undress. Millie watched with a puzzled look before reading the message,

‘Amber strip naked. Millie put on your old school uniform and the strap-on you bought last year.’

Millie was surprised by how readily Amber had obeyed and how she hadn’t even questioned the uniform or strap-on. She hesitated to do it, but part of her wanted to do this even if it was made to seem like she didn’t have a choice. She changed in silence and didn’t question how he knew she owned one as she put the strap-on on, probably the same way he had the video of her and the search history. The way the dildo lifted her skirt at the front made her blush as she turned around to see Amber standing next to her bed naked she almost wanted to thank the stranger blackmailing them.

Amber glanced down at the thing between Millie’s legs with a small smile and blushed as she bit her bottom lip.

“Wow, I’ve never seen a strap on before.”

The way Amber looked at her made Millie blush. She had been told to put on the uniform, but it was a part of her fantasies, even if Amber might not know that. It felt less embarrassing to be naked than to be wearing this. It was then that the phone rang. Amber answered.

“Yes. Okay fine.”

Amber said curtly. She glanced around before finding somewhere that was apparently satisfactory to place the phone. Millie noticed that it would give a view of her bed and realised it was a video feed.

“Is- does he have to watch?”

She asked hesitantly.

Amber frowned apologetically,

“I- I don’t think I can tell him not to. Oh and he said to tell you…”

She paused, at first Millie thought she might have forgotten before realising that Amber was just hesitating.

“…that you need to fuck my naughty pussy until I cum for you.”

Amber climbed onto the bed on all fours and then pressed her face down into Millie’s pillows, raising her hips into the air. Millie could hardly believe this was happening as she was given a view of the other girl’s folds. She hesitantly climbed up onto the bed behind her. She moved into position behind her lining the tip of the dildo up to Amber’s pussy, she could see that she was wet and realised that Amber really was enjoying this.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

Amber’s response was to push back with her hips, slipping the first few inches of the black rubber phallus inside herself with a small moan as she cried out in a sultry voice, soaked with honey,

“Yes, fuck me already.”

Millie didn’t need any more encouragement as she took hold of Amber’s hips and slid the length of the dildo inside her, the response from Amber, a small purring moan was better than she’d have dreamed of. It was her first time actually using this on another girl, but she had fantasised about it often. She felt her own arousal spur her on as she began to thrust her hips. It was a struggle at first to find the right angle and pace, slipping out a couple of times.

But eventually she found the perfect spot, that let her thrust against Amber forcefully and move at the speed she wanted. She built up a sweat as she pounded her hips against Amber’s pert rear. The way she smacked her hips against her and the sound was euphoric, not to mention the way that she almost bumped her clit against Amber with each thrust, driving her on to try harder with each thrust. She managed to almost forget that she was being ‘forced’ to do this. After all, this was her dream come true, almost.

Amber moaned into the pillows, at first it had been exaggerated to try and get Millie to cooperate. She had been told by the stranger that she had to make sure Millie really gave it her all, so Amber did what she could. But as she started to fuck her harder Amber found herself unable to hold back her cries of pleasure, which slipped out unprovoked. She gripped the sheets as she found her passion building. It wasn’t long after that her knees went weak, if Millie handed grabbed hold of her hips she might have fallen flat on the bed.

Instead she was held up as the last few thrusts that drove her over the edge forced her to let out a moan of absolute delight, she wasn’t sure of the words she cried but at least one of them was Millie’s name. As the other girl let go of her hips she slumped onto the bed, breathing heavily. Millie lay down beside her breathing just as hard with the sheen of sweat on her body.

“I think we are going to need another shower.”

Amber chuckled in spite of their predicament.

He wasn’t finished with them just yet though. He’d next had Amber suck on the dildo, told her to taste her own pussy and told Millie to make sure she pushed deep into Amber’s mouth whilst holding the phone and filming her from above. Amber had choked a couple of times and Millie would immediately pull back until she was told not to anymore and to instead hold Amber there. She’d been uncomfortable with that and Amber did her best to help with the performance, it was a struggle to take it as deep into her mouth as he demanded.

There was almost a sense of annoyance that Millie wouldn’t just ram it down her throat when he gave up on that. Besides, it was basically pointless beyond degrading Amber what with it being a fake cock.

Next Millie was made to remove the strap-on, she had half expected Amber to be told to fuck her with it. Instead Amber was made to lie on the bed on her back as Millie straddled her face. She filmed herself getting eaten-out by the busty blonde as she pinned her arms down to the bed under each leg and rode her face. She moved the camera as instructed as her free hand lifted her skirt to give herself and the camera a better view, the pleasure drowning out her better senses. She got close ups of Amber’s tongue slipping inside her, of the look in Amber’s eyes as Millie pressed her pussy forcefully against Amber, rubbing her clit against her nose as she was told to. She was made to place almost all of her bare smooth mound into Amber’s mouth as she sucked and licked at her clit. It was that that had finished her off. She groaned clutching Amber’s hair and pulling her tightly against herself at her own volition as she came. She had managed to just about capture it on film before letting go of the phone and slumping back on the bed gasping. She’d lay there for several minutes in ecstasy as Amber stroked her fingers through her hair.

The last thing he’d instructed them to do was have Millie shave Amber’s ‘cunt’ as he’d called it, to be as smooth as Millie’s. He left them to do that without the phone. They’d done it in practical silence, barely able to look at each other after everything they’d done. Amber felt responsible for getting Millie into this mess and Millie felt ashamed at how much enjoyment she had taken from the whole event, especially as she wasn’t even convinced Amber was into girls.

Millie hoped that Amber didn’t think any less of her though and that she had gotten some enjoyment out of it, she’d seemed to even if she had only been, probably, pretended to do so. Before leaving Amber had apologised to Millie and said that even if it had been under the instructions of the man blackmailing her she didn’t regret it. She kissed Millie softly and said she wanted to see her again when it was just the two of them, before leaving her alone to fall back into bed and touch herself in private as she relived the evening with Amber, secretly, in her own mind.

Chapter 2

Things move up a gear in this chapter… be prepared for themes of bondage and for the non-consent element to go up a notch. Also, remember that this is all just fiction. It’s written through the rose tinted glasses of fantasy, it’s not condoning doing something like this with anyone other than a willing partner! With that said, enjoy!

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“I can’t do this anymore, now you’re dragging other people into it too! I want it to stop. Who knows what you’ll ask me to do next.”

Amber said, her voice full of emotion as she sat on her bed, her body still tingling with the sensations of what she’d done with Millie less than an hour ago. Her mound tingled for another reason as the feel of her panties on her hairless skin was new territory.

“I was thinking that maybe you’d call Casanova and the rest of the swim team round to yours and see how many cocks we can fit inside you at once…”

Amber’s jaw was left hanging at that prospect.

“No! Never, that’s… that’s… fuck no.”

“Relax, it was a joke.”

Amber wasn’t sure it had been though.

“Just tell me what it is you are trying to say.”

He asked with an annoyed tone.

Amber cleared her throat.

“I’ll… fuck you to put an end to all of this. That’s where it’s going to go eventually anyway right? No more blackmail, you give me the tapes and promise not to use anything else as leverage either, don’t ever contact me again. Oh! And leave Millie out of this too.”

Amber felt bad for having dragged her into it.

“You come stay with me for a weekend and do whatever I say and I’ll think about it.”

He said with a cocky tone.

She gritted her teeth.

“Two hours, we set some ground rules and you won’t just think about it, you’ll guarantee it.”

They argued for a little while before coming to a compromise. He’d give her the footage of her stealing but keep anything else, he could do what he wanted with it as long as he never let anyone know it was her and blurred out her face. He couldn’t use anything else to blackmail her again. Nothing he had so far would be used to blackmail Millie but he made no promises about the future. She felt sorry for Millie for accepting that. In exchange she’d spend one evening with him. The limits she’d got him to agree to were sex, bondage and light BDSM, nothing that would leave a mark or break her skin with the exception of a few small bruises that may occur by accident. Even that worried her a little, but she could deal with that much at least.

The agreement was that tomorrow evening he’d have her picked up and dropped off with instructions on where to go. She’d also wear what he told her, as long as it didn’t leave her exposing herself to the taxi driver and whoever else saw her that evening. He agreed. The one last thing she had gotten out of the deal was his identity. Though he had said that he would only text her with his name when she was in the taxi. If she didn’t arrive then, then he would know something was up and probably had some sort of backup plan to be able to deny any involvement. Everything he had on her would likely be shared with all her friends, family and her faculty and everything she’d done until now would be pointless.

She hadn’t slept well that night. Nightmares of being held down by the swimming team as they raked their hands across her flesh, it felt like they’d been tearing her apart. She woke up before her alarm her heart pounding. She wasn’t entirely sure that it had been a nightmare of them killing her when she woke up. The whole memory of her dream was twisted in the surreal way dreams were, it was as if they’d both been passing her around to have sex with her and consume her. She didn’t read too much into dreams but wondered if it was her subconscious telling her that who she was, was slowly being eaten away as she did these depraved acts.

She went to classes and tried not to think too much about this evening. There were no texts that day and she couldn’t help but feel excited at the prospect of this being over, even as she dreaded what would happen tonight. So far he’d just wanted to see her cum and humiliate her by forcing her to expose herself to him, to strangers and then to Millie. Would what he wanted be similar to that? He wanted to tie her up, she’d pushed back against that idea but he’d not budged, eventually threatening to call the whole thing off and just send the emails now regardless of what she did. Realising that she would do whatever he asked even if she wasn’t restrained she convinced herself that it didn’t matter, besides it’d probably be easier to cope with him doing things to her rather than forcing her to do things herself.

There was a package waiting for her when she got home, she’d been expecting it, even though she didn’t know exactly what it would contain. She took it back to her room and opened it, inspecting each item of clothing carefully. A black under-bust corset with garter belt attached, flesh coloured stockings, black heels and a bright pink coat, that would just be long enough to cover her modesty. There was a piece of paper too.

‘Wear nothing but this and do your makeup like you did in this picture.’

The photo of her was from a D n D she had gone to, she’d pushed out the boat on glamming herself up for that one; smoky purple eye shadow, lip stick, liner and gloss, foundation, powder. The number of products she’d used whilst keeping it looking like she’d not used hardly any. It wasn’t like she needed it, but clearly he wanted her to doll herself up for him, so she’d do it.