Jill was still messing with the remote when her phone rang. “Did your cable
just go out?” said the male voice on the other end.
“Yes, as a matter of fact…” she started.
“This isn’t the cable company,” interrupted the male voice, barely
disguising a smug snicker. Jill’s face tensed up immediately. “You’re
going to do whatever we tell you to,” the voice continued.
“Who is this?” she asked nervously, and then: “Is this some kind of joke?”
as if rehearsing the usual responses to prank calls.
“Oh I can assure you this is not a joke Jill,” said the voice menacingly,
pausing to hear her gasp on cue at the sound of her name from this
stranger. But she tried to keep her wits; she tried not to get hysterical.
“How did you know my name? Who is this? What do you want from me?” She
was failing.
“Enough small talk. You will do as we say or there will be trouble to pay,
do you understand?” She hung up the phone and sat on her couch, frozen,
staring at the blank screen on her TV. Her entire body flinched at the
sound of the phone ringing again.
“H-hello?”
“You are wearing a purple blouse, untucked, a black miniskirt, and heels.
That’s right, look out the window. I must say the blouse really
compliments the amber highlights in your short blonde hair. And that
miniskirt shows off your sexy ass…. We couldn’t help but notice when you
were watering your plants earlier.” And it was all true, the outfit, the
hair, the plants, they hadn’t missed a detail.
Jill was in a state of shock, staring towards her two windows that faced out
towards the other city buildings. She was too frightened to think where
they could be but she knew that she had better give them whatever it was
they wanted. `I have money,’ she thought, `that’s probably all they want.
I’ll just comply and then they’ll leave me alone.’ It was enough of a
rational thought to calm her down slightly.
“Jill, stand up and walk towards the door. We will be watching your every
move so don’t try anything stupid, do you understand?”
“Do… do you want money?” She asked, trembling.
“No questions!” the stranger said angrily, “Just walk towards your door and
do as we say!”
She obeyed and noticed an envelope had been slipped under her door. She was
afraid to view the contents. “Pick up the envelope and open it.” She bent
over and picked it up, and a stack of photos spilled out onto the floor.
She dropped to her knees and stared in horror at the horrendous display in
front of her. They were all pictures of her, zoomed in, at various times
during the day and night, almost all in some state of undress. They had
grainy pictures of her naked in the bathroom when she had left the bathroom
door open. But the ones of her masturbating on the couch were as clear as
day. There was nothing left to the imagination. They must have been
watching her for months! She started to cry.
“We are poised to email these pictures to your family, friends, boss, and
coworkers if you don’t follow every order. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she sobbed softly, defeated.
“Now hang up the phone and go outside, and don’t forget to grab your cell
phone.” Click.
The cell phone rang as soon as she was on the stairs. She knew she had to
answer it to avoid extremely unpleasant consequences.
“Hello?” she answered tensely.
“Don’t hang up. Go outside.” She stayed on the phone while the other end
was silent as she continued down the stairs. “Jill, I can hear you
breathing heavy. You little slut.”
She was starting to realize with great fear that they weren’t interested in
her money. Her stomach felt like a ball of nerves as she made her way
outside into the cool September afternoon. “Walk to your right,” said the
voice evenly, “Sit on that park bench.” She sat down with the cell phone
to her ear, hoping that it would be over soon.
“Start unbuttoning your shirt.” She felt like passing out.
“Please no-” she started begging. The voice on the other end was replaced
with barely audible clicks and taps. Like someone at a computer.
“We just emailed a picture to your boss, a Miss Julie Manser. She seems
like the closet lesbian type, what with an executive position and all. I
bet she’ll enjoy seeing your big tits.” That really was her boss’s name,
and the thought of having to face Miss Manser now was unbearable. She
couldn’t risk any more private pictures going out to her associates, or
worse, her family.
She started to unbutton her blouse, holding the phone with her shoulder. She
looked around sheepishly, embarrassed that she had to remove clothes on a
public street. There was a steady stream of cars passing by and enough
people walking about to make the experience quite uncomfortable. “Now take
off your bra and drop it on the sidewalk.” How far was this going to go?
Was she going to have to get completely naked?
She reluctantly removed the bra, letting her perky C’s spill out, the large
nipples stiff as pebbles from the cool September air. She tried not to pay
attention if any passersby were watching. “You may put the blouse back on,
but DO NOT button it.” She was relieved at least to put something back on,
and she did so in a hurry.
“Good. That’s our girl, Jill.” She was ashamed at the fleeting yet
rewarding feeling she got from obeying their commands to their liking.
“Now take off those little panties out from under that skirt and don’t
waste any time. We have a lot in store for you tonight.” `Oh no’, she
thought, this was only the beginning! What else was “planned?”‘
“Jill!” barked the cell phone. She quickly hiked up her miniskirt and
pulled the skimpy panties down her shapely legs and over her heels. In
doing so, her finger brushed up against her pussy and sent a tingling
sensation through her body, right up to her hard, wrinkled nipples. There
was moisture on her finger, and it became apparent to Jill that she had
become aroused by the voyeurism and the danger of the experience but was
too freaked out to notice. As she held the panties on her lap, she stole
a covert glance of a tall woman in a tight business suit sitting down next
to her. The woman removed something from her purse, and started touching up
her makeup, apparently oblivious to Jill’s predicament. Jill bunched up
her panties under her hands to keep them hidden.
“Take the panties,” said the voice, dripping with anticipation, “and put
them up to your pretty little face, and smell them.” She knew now that the
woman sharing the park bench would take notice. Feeling completely
humiliated, Jill lifted the panties to her face and held her breath.
“Don’t move them until we tell you to.” The other woman looked over with
astonishment. Jill hoped she would leave in disgust. Instead she stayed
and watched on with amusement. `Why wasn’t she leaving?’ Jill thought in
frustration, now unable to hold her breath any longer. She breathed in
the heady scent that emanated from her panties, and realized just how
turned on she was. The smell was strong, and fresh, and she could feel
moisture on her nose from holding the panties there. Her attention went
immediately to the wetness that was accumulating between her legs. The
free feeling she got from not wearing any underwear and having her blouse
open combined with the breeze that tickled her private areas only proved to
make matters worse. She was mortified at the fact that this was turning
her on, and she had to keep fighting the urge to hike up her skirt and rub
her pussy. People walking by were staring at her as they passed, looking
at her half-exposed tits, to the panties being held to her face, then to
the bra on the sidewalk in front of her. “How does it smell, Jill?” said
the voice.
“It smells…disgusting.”
“I think you’re lying. It turns you on doesn’t it? I bet you want to rub
your wet little cunt until you come.” It was true; it didn’t smell
disgusting, in fact it made her want to lick pussy again, like she had in
college. And the outright dirty talk coming from her cell phone was making
her even more horny. “Give your panties to that woman sitting next to
you.” In a daze, Jill handed the panties to the woman, hoping that she
would never see her again for the rest of her life. The woman stared at
the panties, and then shot a dirty look into Jill’s face. “Tell her you
want her to have your dirty panties.”
“I … I want you…” Jill stammered.
“Say, `I want you to have my dirty panties!'” the evil voice yelled.
“I want you to have my dirty panties,” Jill forced, feeling completely
degraded in front of this stranger. The woman grabbed the panties from
Jill’s hands and threw them to the sidewalk and then slapped her hard
across the face. She got up to leave, but for some reason she sat back
down and faced Jill one more time. Angrily, the woman grabbed at Jill’s
blouse and pulled it towards her arms so that her breasts were fully
exposed. This almost caused an accident on the street. Jill was
motionless, completely numb to what was happening. But her mind was racing.
The woman grabbed each breast in a hand and squeezed them hard, all the
while looking into Jill’s eyes with a cold stare. It was as if she had
picked up on Jill’s subservient role and was taking advantage of it. The
man on the phone was starting to breathe more heavily. Was he jerking off
while watching this display?
Then the woman grabbed at Jill’s nipples and pinched and pulled them
painfully. Jill thought about trying to kiss this attractive, domineering
stranger on the lips while she was being violated. Then the lady put a
hand under Jill’s skirt and began rubbing her soaking wet pussy, with more
gentle movements. Jill spread her legs to allow better access, now losing
herself in the sensations of sweet pleasure combined with the roughness she
still felt lingering on her face and nipples in the cool air. She no
longer cared about the audience that was spread out among onlookers at
various locations surrounding her as she moaned out a slight orgasm at this
pretty stranger’s touch. She just wanted sexual release at this point.
The tension was intense. But then the woman, perhaps beginning to feel
self conscious, got up and left without saying a word, leaving Jill in an
erotic, disheveled state of being.
She started to snap out of it, closing her legs, patting down her skirt,
pulling her blouse closed, and then became aware of that voice again. She
had allowed the hand holding her cell phone to drop to her side.
Instantly frightened, she picked it up to her ear.
“You’ve been a very good little slut for us today.” This made her pussy
tingle once more. But she wasn’t ready to come to terms with the fact that
she wanted to please them with her body and her sexuality; that she needed
their threats to push her over the edge of sexual servitude. She would
realize this much later, but for now she wasn’t able to admit this to
herself. “We feel as though you brought enough attention to yourself for
one day. You may hang up and go inside now where you will await further
instructions.”
Jill was relieved that she could go inside, but worried from his suggestion
that there would be more of this kind of activity in the near future. She
wrapped her arms around herself and headed to the warmth of the inside,
ignoring the ogling of strangers, praying to the heavens it wasn’t anyone
she knew.