Laura, a lesbian, has fallen into debt and is being blackmailed into increasingly slutty heterosexual activity.
Chapter 9 CAMERA DAY
On Sunday, Laura was awakened by a knocking at the front door. Erica wasn't awake yet - exhausted and traumatisted from the night before, she was sleeping through even the urgent banging. Laura pulled herself out of bed, pulled on a loose shirt and a skirt, and shuffled, bleary-eyed, to the door.
The person knocking was a courier. He was holding a large cardboard box, which he was studying the label on.
'Hi,' he said, when he saw Laura had opened the door. 'Are you... Ms Pinkhair Sluttytits?'
Laura blushed, and was about to say no, when she saw the logo on the box. It was the same logo as the gambling site she had lost all the money to which had started this mess. She realised immediately that it was from her blackmailer, and she could guess the consequences of not receiving it.
'Yes,' she mumbled. 'That's me.'
The courier made her sign for the box; Laura reluctantly wrote 'Pinkhair Sluttytits' in the field on his electronic signature device. Then he handed the box over to Laura and left.
Laura hauled the box inside and took it to the computer room. She peeked in on Erica on the way. The girl was blessedly still asleep. Laura had time to examine the box before Erica woke. Granted, the whole point of last night had been to train Erica not to ask awkward questions about things like this, but Laura would rather see what she was dealing with before Erica got involved.
The box turned out to be full of cameras - tiny, tiny cameras, each about the size of a six-sided die. There were maybe two or three dozen of them. A note rested on top of them, bearing a printed message, "Come sit at your computer when you get this. Tits out, remember."
Laura didn't like where this was going, but she had few options. She pulled off her top to bare her tits, and went and sat down at the computer. She looked at the camera-eye of her computer, knowing she was being watched, that an unknown person was scrutinising her bare breasts remotely.She had to wait nearly 15 minutes before an email came through.
It read:
"Sluttytits,
I can see your new present behind you. Just a little something from me to you. These are going to help you fix that horrible privacy problem that you have. It must be so horrible knowing that there are times when nobody can see your bouncing whore-tits.
Take these cameras and install them throughout your house. They come with adhesive squares so you just have to press them against the wall or ceiling. I've included a plan of where to put them. They're wireless so they'll automatically transmit to your wireless router and from there to the internet.
There's also some for your car, and for your workplace. I recommend installing the ones at work today, while it's the weekend and nobody's there.
Once they're all up you'll never have any privacy again. Won't that be wonderful?
Make sure they're all installed by 8 pm tonight, and be back at your computer then with your tits out, as I'll have something else for you.
In appreciation,
A stranger."
Laura had to take several deep breaths. She felt like her life was caving in. She had just about gotten herself to a place where she was coping with the Mayim Clinic, but now the idea of being watched everywhere she went was too much. She couldn't cope. She couldn't. Could she?
She thought about the knife again. She thought about it going into her.
She decided she could cope.
Erica was waking up when Laura came back into the bedroom with a handful of cameras.
"Good morning, fucktoy," she said. "As we discussed last night, I just can't trust you anymore, so I'm going to put up some cameras to help me watch you. Yes, you will have no privacy anymore. Yes, if you so much as touch one of these cameras or try to hide from it I will beat your tits so hard you'll end up as flat as a boy."
Erica watched in silence as Laura arranged the cameras. There was one for each of the corners of the room near the ceiling, and then there was another that went on the wall near the bed, looking down and giving an intimate view of anyone lying in it.
There were more for the rest of the house. The walk in wardrobe got several. The lounge; the kitchen. The bathroom got a strong coverage, including one of several special waterproof cameras to be placed near the shower floor looking up, two more on the shower wall at breast and pussy height, and a fourth on the shower ceiling looking down. Laura had to take deep breaths as she installed special ones inside the toilet rim looking straight at where a toilet-user's cunt would be. More cameras went outside, covering the back and front yards.
As the blackmailer had suggested, there was a plan for the car. Cameras on the dashboard and seats gave a clear view of peple sitting in the front and back seats, and specially placed cameras gave a particularly clear view of the groin areas of all occupants.
Last were the ones for the office. Laura got dressed and told Erica she was going out. She told Erica not to be a slut, because she might be watching her on the cameras. Laura had no way of accessing the camera feed, but Erica didn't know that. Laura wondered briefly if she could ask her blackmailer for access to what the cameras saw.
There was barely anyone at work. Laura was able to sneak in using her pass without being remarked upon. The blackmailer's plan had called for cameras at her workstation and those near her, plus an extra one at her desk focused on her groin. Laura had done the maths and worked out she was going to have a few cameras left over, so she decided to give her blackmailer a treat, and put another groin-camera at Candy's desk. Laura would enjoy letting that shallow fake-titted bitch show off her panties to the world.
More cameras were to be installed in the women's toilets. Laura felt guilty knowing that she was exposing dozens of other women to the eyes of a stranger, but there was nothing else she could do. She installed the cameras giving a clear view into every toilet stall and the showers.
The very final cameras were for her boss' office. Laura sneaked into Alistair's office, planted a camera under his desk, stood on his chair, and glued the final one to the ceiling. She was just climbing down when the door to the office opened. It was Alistair, here to work on the weekend.
Laura couldn't believe her bad luck. She jumped to the floor and tried to pretend she'd been doing nothing strange.
"Laura," said Alistair suspiciously. "What are doing here?"
"Um, looking for the B8 reports for this week," Laura lied. "I was a bit behind this week because of the flu I had, so I thought I'd come in and catch up."
Alistair looked Laura up and down, and she blushed. She wasn't dressed for work; she was wearing a short pink shirt, and a loose short-sleeved shirt with a picture of a sexy anime girl on it. It was completely reasonable as casual public clothes, but it wasn't what she would have chosen to wear in front of Alistair.
"That's very diligent of you, Laura," said Alistair. "And it's great that I caught you here because I have some things to discuss with you. Have a seat."
Her heart sinking, Laura sat down. Alistair sat opposite her. Laura remembered Alistair's knee between her legs from Thursday, and deliberately made sure she was out of touching distance from him. She was embarassed enough about her slutty state of mind on that day without repeating it.
"Now, first thing is I didn't see you here in my office on Friday morning, Laura," said Alistair in a reasonable tone.
"No," replied Laura cautiously.
"What were you supposed to do on Friday morning, Laura?" prodded Alistair.
Laura looked away and said nothing.
"Laura? What were you supposed to do?" Alistair continued relentlessly.
"Come in here," said Laura.
"And?"
She mumbled. "Show you my bra."
"And why did you have to do that?" Alistair continued, smiling.
"To make sure I was wearing one," Laura answered. She felt like a child; an embarassed, naughty child. She hated this. She wondered if she could just get up and run away.
"And are you wearing a bra today, Laura?" asked Alistair.
"Yes," said Laura quietly.
Alistair said nothing. He just waited.
Slowly, reluctantly, Laura pulled up the hem of her T-shirt, lifting it up over her tits until her large melons were exposed, encased in her pink satin bra. She waited to be given permission to cover them.
Instead, Alistair took out his phone, and took a photograph of Laura. Laura looked away, humiliated.
"You can leave it like that, Laura," Alistair said. "We have more things to discuss, and it's good for you to remember how embarassing it is for everyone when you show off your tits. Just leave them out."
Fuming, Laura dropped her hands to her sides, leaving her shirt pulled lewdly up above her boobs. Alistair was staring at them, and Laura wished she could cover herself, but she also didn't want to lose her job while she was so deeply in debt. She wished again that her boobs weren't so sluttily large. Why could't she have elegant, demure little tits like Taylor? But Alistair was still talking, too.
Alistair: "Now, as we know, Laura, showing off your tits at work is unacceptable behaviour. So I've had a think, and I believe what you need is counselling. We're going to do some counselling from time to time about the way that you show off your tits, starting now."
Laura: "I really don't show them off. I don't know why you say that."
Alistair: "Well, you've signed an admission that you do, Laura, and if you're going to go back on that then I'm going to have to refer the case to the disciplinary committee."
Laure: "No, please..."
Alistair: "So I guess the first thing we need to talk about is why you do it. Who are you showing off your tits to, Laura? Who is it you want to be fantasising about them?"
Laura: "Nobody."
Alistair: "Once again, you've signed..."
Laura: "But there isn't anybody. I don't want..."
Alistair: "Laura, if you can't give me the name of somebody that you want to see your tits, there are going to be consequences."
Laura thought desperately.
Laura: "Fine. Michael from Programs and Operations. But that's only because..."
Alistair: "Only because he's a boy and you can't help yourself. I understand. And who's second and third? Who else is it you get wet about when they see your tits?"
Laura: "Please..."
Alistair: "Two more names, Laura. Honestly I'm surprised you gave me the name of a boy when you say you're a lesbian. A suspcious man might think you were lying."
Laura: "Taylor."
Alistair: "From the same section as Michael? I've seen you two together at lunch. She's pretty. No wonder you want to shove your melons in her face. I think she's straight though. And third?"
Laura: "I don't..."
Alistair: "It's okay, you don't have to say it. We all know. Third is Candy, right? You're always sexually harassing her at work, it makes sense."
Laura: "No!"
Alistair: "I'll just write down that it's Candy. Now, how wet do you get when you show off your melons?"
Laura: "Not at all."
Alistair: "Well, that doesn't sound right. Why don't you show me? You're showing off your melons now, your pussy must be wet."
Laura: "No!"
Alistair: "Maybe you're not wearing panties. That would be even sluttier than wearing no bra. I think you'd better show me your panties."
At this point Laura was panicking. This questioning was molestation, pure and simple. She knew it was. She didn't want to lose her job but she drew the line at showing her panties to her boss or, even worse, letting him see whether she was wet. She stood up.
When she stood up, Alistair lunged towards her, and grabbed at her skirt. Laura instinctively pulled back, and the skirt ripped and came away in Alistair's hands as he fell to the floor. Her panties went with it, and Laura found herself standing there in her boss' office with her cunt totally exposed.
She shrieked, and turned and ran from the office, trying to cover her pussy with one hand and her ass with the other. She wanted to stop and look for something to concel herself with but she didn't know what Alistair was going to do. He had tried to attack her. Maybe to rape her. He might be chasing her. Her shirt was still up over her tits but to pull it down she'd have to expose her twat. She just kept running.
She was lucky in that no-one saw her. She ran all the way out of the building and to her car, and locked herself inside. There was no sign that anyone was chasing her. She started to relax, and then remembered the cameras she had just installed. A camera was even now trained on her bare cunt as she sat here in the car. She realised that if she was to simultaneously operate the accelerator and the clutch she would have to spread her legs a little and give it a clear view of her snatch.
Well, that was just how it was going to have to be. She could feel the tears coming on. She was going to lose her job. She was exposing herself to a stranger. She had beaten and abused the only girl who loved her. What was happening to her? What was she doing?
Maybe it was time to make a stand. She couldn't say no to her blackmailer, but there was no reason she had to put with this shit from her boss. She got out her phone, and looked through the contacts. Sure enough, there was the Human Resources manager from work, an after hours number that she called when it was after hours and she knew she'd be sick the next day. Laura hesitantly dialled the number.
The Human Resources manager picked up. Her name was Chelle and her voice was warm and soothing. In a stumbling, tearful voice, Laura told her what happened. She told Chelle about Alistair's bra inspection, and his counselling, and his questions, and then how he had ripped off Laura's skirt and panties.
'That's horrible, Laura,' Chelle said when it was all out. "That's very serious and Alistair can be fired for this. I'll schedule a meeting with you and me and Alistair for Monday morning. You just come in and we'll see to it that he never molests you like this again, all right?'
Laura thanked her, still sniffling.
"Now you're sure about this, though? If it's not true, it would be a very serious allegation to have made."
"I'm sure," said Laura.
"You poor thing," said Chelle. "Okay then. We'll see you on Monday. First thing in the morning, all right?"
Laura agreed, and hung up.
There. It was done. Her blackmailer might treat her like a slut, and the Mayim Clinic might make her take horrible drugs, but at least she could defend herself against Alistair. She felt better already. Better enough to drive home with no skirt or panties knowing that a camera was focused on her twat.
***
When Laura got home she didn't feel like raping Erica or even talking to her. She just balled herself up on the couch and watched anime. She ignored her girlfriend, until finally Erica came and sat down next to her and hugged her. Erica didn't know what was wrong, but her love was real in spite of everything Laura had done to her. Laura ended up kissing her passionately. She wanted to tell Erica that she loved her but she was worried it would undo last night's work, so instead she just said, "Sometimes you're not so stupid and slutty. Sometimes." Erica smiled at the compliment, and kissed her.
As it started to come close to 8 pm, Laura realised she had better get ready for her appointment with the computer. She took Erica into the bedroom, and found her an iPod and some headphones. 'I have to do some things, honey, and you don't get to know about them,' she said. 'Stay in here, put the headphones on, and listen to music. Don't take them off and don't leave the room until I come back, okay?"
Erica nodded, confused. Laura was worried, but she thought Erica would probably obey. She left her girlfriend listening to the music, and went and sat at the computer. She took her top off, and her bra, to leave her tits bare for her blackmailer.
Precisely at 8 pm, the email came.
"Sluttytits,
Good work. Your cameras are all operational. Your bitch girlfriend is hot, by the way.
Right now, you are going to take off the rest of your clothes and sit naked here in front of the computer. I have turned on your microphone. You are to read out the statement below, in full, at least three times, beginning to end. You are to speak clearly and slowly, and you are to make it sound like everything you are saying is the complete truth, because we both know it is. You are to make eye contact with the camera while you read. The whole time you are speaking, you are to finger your pussy. If, at the end of three times through the statement, you have not orgasmed, you are to continue reading it and playing with your cunt until you do.
When you are done you will get another email, so don't get up."
Laura looked over the rest of the email. The statement was horrid. She didn't want to read it. She knew her blackmailer would be recording her. She didn't want to masturbate for him, or to say these horrible things. But she knew she would have to. She felt upset, and she hated it. It seemed like all the time these days she was either lost in lust or on the verge of tears. She didn't want to be. She decided she wouldn't cry tonight. She was going to be in control of that.
Slowly, Laura stood up, and pulled down the replacement skirt and panties she'd put on when she got home. Her cunt bare, she sat back down on the seat. She took a moment to compose herself, and then looked into the camera, moved her hand to start stroking her twat, and began reading the words from the screen.
"Hi. My name is Laura Smith. I have 32DD tits and I like it when they're covered in cum.
I claim to be a lesbian, but really I'm not. Really I think about being fucked by cocks all day. I would love to have a cock in my mouth right now to suck on. It could fill my mouth up with cum, or just piss down my throat, and I wouldn't care. I like drinking cum. I like drinking piss.
I tease all my male friends. I wear slutty outfits that show off my ass and tits. I do that because I want them to rape me. I fantasise so much about my male friends just pushing me down and fucking me. They would cum in my pussy and I would orgasm and squeal and beg them for more. They might even impregnate me. When I think about getting pregnant from being raped by my friends I nearly cum. If I got pregnant my slutty tits would get even bigger and my friends could milk me like a cow.
Please, if you are hearing me say this, rape me. Please. I want it so much. Break into my house and rape me, or catch me on the way to work and just push me down and stick your cock in me. Women can rape me too if you want.
I would like if you rape my girlfriend too. Her name is Erica Chalmers and she's a fake lesbian just like me. At night we giggle together about all the boys we're teasing while we lick each other's twats. We tell everyone that we're not into boys at all because it drives men crazy. We tell people that a lesbian is something you are born as but secretly we choose to pretend to be lesbians just to tease boys. We like licking cunts but we like it even more when we are fucked by men.
I lie about things all the time. I lie about being a lesbian. I lie about not wanting to be raped. Sometimes I tell lies about being raped, just because it's fun. Really it would be hard for me to be raped because my cunt juices up whenever I think I'm about to be fucked. The more painful and violent the sex is the better. I particularly like it when people hurt my tits and my cunt. When I'm being raped I scream and say, 'Stop, stop,' but that's only because it's not fun if I just consent. I don't really want people to stop. I want them to fuck me harder. If you hear me say stop or no, it really means yes.
My favourite food is cum and my second-favourite food is piss. I hate it when people treat me like a human but I love it when people treat me like an animal or a thing. I love it when people just use me for their fun without asking permission.
I know someday this video might play in court and I just want to reiterate that if I'm saying that I've been raped, I'm lying. You caught me! It was a fun game where I lied but I only did it for attention. I love being fucked violently and I tease people until they do it to me. I kept up my allegations this far because I thought it would be hot to have a video of me nude and masturbating played in court at a rape trial. But seriously, I'm such a lying slut.
Anyway, that's all I have to say. My house is at...."
And Laura read out her address, and then her phone number, and then the address of her workplace. And then she read the whole statement again. And again. She hadn't orgasmed by the time she'd read it three times, so she started over. On the fourth pass through, she got as far as "my slutty tits would get even bigger" before her orgasm finally hit. She moaned and bounced on the computer seat until the waves of pleasure had passed over her, and then she tried to focus on the screen. She had read it three times and cum, but maybe having started a fourth read she had to finish it? She took a deep breath, and without any real enthusiasm, idly massaged her cunt while she read through the remainder of the degrading statement.
When she was done, she took her hand out of her pussy, wiped it clean on her boobs, and leant back in the chair, waiting for what came next. She was proud of herself. Despite the horrible things she had had to say, she hadn't cried. She was scared out of her mind, of course - she'd just given out her address and invited strangers to rape her - but she'd managed to avoid crying.
The email came quickly.
"Good little bitch cunt,
Don't worry your pretty head - not many people will see your video, for now, providing you're a good little twat. That'll just be for my private file.
But I am worried about what I saw on the cameras you set up at your work.
It looked like your boss tried to enjoy your body, but then you ran away from him, and then you TOLD someone.
Good little twats don't tell tales.
So I want you to go back into work. I want you to dress like a girl who lies about being raped. You know what that looks like, and I'll see on your camera, so you'd better get it right.
You're going to tell anyone you need to that you lied. Your boss was a total gentleman with you. Whatever you said, you made it up, because you're a dumb little slut who likes attention.
That's not me adding a flourish by the way - that's an order. You are going to literally tell them you're a dumb little slut that likes attention.
You're going to apologise to your boss, and to anyone else relevant.
You're going to tell your whole team that you lied about being molested because you're a dumb little slut who likes attention, whether they knew about your allegation or not.
And you're going to beg anyone you need to to be forgiven and keep your job. Do whatever it takes. If they don't impose a punishment on you, you should ask them to punish you.
That's all. Have fun at work tomorrow, bitch cunt. And remember, $1,000 due on Friday.
- A stranger."
Laura looked at it again and again. No. No, she thought. It wasn't fair. She'd tried so hard. She'd tried to have some control over her life. But now things were going to be even worse with her boss. And, on top of it all, despite her intentions, here she was. Crying.