The Wal Home

Becky opened her eyes slowly. She was starting to remember. She saw her naked body, her hands busy now. She continued to start looking up. Her eyes widened when they caught sight of something though. A pair of feet in some sandals rested before her. She followed the site before her. Her eyes wandered up the smooth pair of legs. Small jean shorts transitioned into a bare midriff: a loose tee shirt even higher. Becky could tell it was a young woman. She had and outstretched hand with a phone in it. Becky now laid her widened eyes on the woman's face. This girl obviously seemed really amused at the scene she walked in on. Becky sat frozen as she was.

"Don't stop babe, the show was getting so good." She said with a lecherous smile. Becky quickly clamped her legs around her hand. Her hand over her breast tensed up and she tried to cover her breast more efficiently. She then brought her knees up, feeling very vulnerable.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Becky demanded, feeling very offended.

"Cleaning my backyard, came to get a rake. I'm sorry if I didn't knock first." The girl said sarcastically, the grin on her face still not disappearing. "What are you doing pleasuring yourself in my shed?" She asked getting right up next to Becky, holding a hand out for her.

"Screw off, none of your business." Becky said with a quivering voice. She was now trying her best to mask her total humiliation with anger. She couldn't get past it, though: this girl found her masturbating in her backyard. She didn't know she could be as embarrassed as she was. "And I was not pleasuring myself!" She added in.

"Now here I thought you were a lot nicer than that, especially with that great show you gave me." She said, in a mock tone pretending she was actually hurt. "If that wasn't you pleasuring yourself, I'd imagine it's quite a site to see the real thing. Here I thought today was going to be deathly boring."

"Glad I could make it better, now I have to go!" Becky said standing up on her own, trying to keep covered. Becky got up, walked out of the now open shed and headed towards the gate to the fence, but she was soon interrupted.

"Better not go." She said. Before Becky could even think to ask why, the girl made a click noise. "That one looks great, it'll go awesome with the rest. Becky turned in shock to see the girl with her phone pointed at her butt.

'Crap, she had that open when she was standing over me too!' She thought to herself. "Oh god please, you can't just take pictures of someone without their permission." Becky complained to the girl.

"Well you're the one showing off, and the camera loves you. And it really loves you're angry red face." She said taking a few steps closer and taking a few more pictures. "Ok if I can't have pictures without your permission, how about with your permission?" She asked.

"Yeah right, I need to get out of her. Delete those pictures, and then I'm leaving." Becky said, trying to sound strong. She sure didn't feel it though, crouched over naked, barely keeping her naughty bits covered.

"If I don't get my pictures, then my entire school, heck all the schools in the area, will love these pictures, and bit of video of your actions in my shed." She said with smug look on her face.

"You wouldn't dare. Please don't-- I couldn't possibly let that happen!" Becky began to beg. For the second time today she was being threatened with pictures, but this time it was far worse. She stopped to think. She was actually starting to consider this offer. She knew if she left she'd just have everyone at school and more see what transpired. There was no way she could live it down.

"They will be for my viewing pleasure only. I'll even delete the ones I have on my phone when I'm done." She reassured Becky. Becky only could look down in shame and nod. "I'll get my better camera. Now please wait here, and stay pretty!" She said as she excitingly ran back into the house. Becky was left to stand there dumbfounded.

'Great, what have I gotten myself into? Now some weirdo is going to go and take a bunch of pictures of me. There has to be something I can do to get out of this... I can't think of anything. Darn it though she gives me a weird vibe. I could almost feel her staring... she couldn't possibly be into gir-' Becky was thinking, but her thoughts were stopped as soon as the girl returned.

Becky yelped in fear at the girl's sudden presence. "Ok, now I want you to stand where I found you, and I'll take a few pictures." She said. Becky hesitantly walked over and into the shed again. With one hand over her breasts, and one between her legs, the girl was not getting too much of a peep show. Becky did though have a lot of exposed skin. Her face in particular was very red. She didn't feel comfortable standing there, someone viewing her so intently, and taking pictures!

"So, what's your name? I'm Megan." The girl said, taking a few more pictures.

"Becky." Becky said, stuttering a bit.

"Turn around, would you?" Megan said, continuing to take pictures. Becky turned around, but quickly clasped hands over her butt. "Love the shy act babe, but I'd like to ask you lose the hands." Becky just turned her head and angrily stared at her. All she had to do was take her phone out and wave it around. Becky slowly moved her hands off her butt, running her fingers along the smooth cheeks in hesitation, afraid to actually remove the cover they provided. "That's what I like to see babe, you have a fine ass." Something about her tone of voice bothered Becky. She was not use to being treated like this, especially by another girl, she just wanted to crawl under a rock and die.

"Turn back forward, leave the hands on the side though." Becky followed the order, but after one click noise she crouched a bit and rose a leg to hide her pussy. She knew she had to follow orders, but the embarrassment was too much. "Fine, I'll take a few pictures like this, but that leg better drop soon." Megan said. Becky felt like there was a horrible itch on her breast. She desperately wanted to cover them, to not just let them hang there for this perverted girl and her camera to see. She willed herself not too, and soon her tiring leg came back down to the ground. Her legs were clamped shut though, the most the camera saw was her bush. She still blushed furiously.

"Sit down now, kind of like how I found you." Becky began to sit down, careful to not flash anything to the camera. Sitting now on the ground, Becky had her legs straight out and clamped in front of her, her arms twitching at her sides, wanting to cover herself. "Not like that, like I found you." She instructed. "I need some pictures to replace the ones I will be deleting later, but these will be tons better in quality."

"This is going a bit far, isn't what you have enough?" Becky pleaded. She really didn't want to go back to those moments. She remembered just how she had sat, legs open fairly wide, hands going to town over her body. She placed a hand between her legs and began to open them though. She reasoned in her head Megan couldn't see anything important.

"Awesome, perfect, just like before." She said, taking more pictures. Becky just realized that although she was covered, with her hand between her legs like that, one could still conclude she was doing something much dirtier than protecting her modesty.

After more pictures, Megan could sense Becky was getting sick of sitting there like that. "Hey, how about we head inside for a different atmosphere." She offered walking over to the door and opening it for her. Becky got up and took her offer, not feeling she had much choice.

She then heard the click of the camera as she walked by her and through the door. She gritted her teeth trying to ignore it.

'Becky, what are you doing? You shouldn't just walk into a strangers house!' Becky scolded herself in her head. 'She has those pictures though, and now even more... do I have a choice?' Becky now walked in the kitchen of the house. Megan walked by her and went to the fridge. "Want something to drink?" She asked opening it.

Becky was able to mutter a "Sure". Megan pulled a chair out for Becky and handed her a drink. Sitting down, Becky did her best to try and ignore the woman and her camera hovering around her. She was almost happy to be inside instead of out in public. Sadly her 'salvation' was a strangers kitchen, so her nerves really couldn't be too undone.

After the drink was done. Becky still sat there. "Thanks for the drink." Becky quickly said, grateful to have gotten something to drink. "Can I leave yet, you got a ton of pictures." Becky didn't want to sit around anymore, she still had a good distance to make home.

"Not so fast, I want more pictures. Also this is a good chance for me to walk out of this deal with a lot. You really don't want any pictures being spread. I'm figuring you could do a few of my chores for me as long as you're here."

"You have to be kidding, I'm not going to do your chores!" Becky said. "All you wanted were some pictures."

"And pictures I will take. Anyways, you don't really have much to argue about, unless you want the pictures to get out. My parents left me here with a list of chores to do for the day. I'm in luck though since I have you to do them. Don't worry, it's nothing hard." She said as he headed out the room. "We can start in here first." Becky quickly followed her.

Becky walked into what seemed to be a living room. Megan was picking up what looked to be a feather duster from the table. She walked over to Becky and tickled her stomach with the feathers. Becky couldn't help but uncover herself and push the duster away, a smirk on her face from the tickling. "I need you to dust the room, tables, nooks and crannies, the usuals." Handing over the duster, Megan picked up her camera and began taking pictures.

Becky tried to block the whole thing out of her mind. She pretended she was at home doing her own chores. Of course she stayed mindful of how she stood, careful to never bend over too much to reach a spot. After a good amount of time of this, she was lead to other rooms to do it. The camera never seemed to stop taking pictures. Pictures were taken from so many different angles, so many different rooms. The picture showed her dusting counter tops in the kitchen, bookshelves and a computer in the home office, dresser tops in the parents' bedroom.

When they stopped in Megan's room, Becky was relieved to see that Megan had finished taking them for a moment.. She had run out of memory on her camera, and began adding them to her computer. "I should perhaps slow down just a bit, wouldn't want to filly up my computer with nothing but picture of you dusting." Megan joked. Soon after, Becky had dusted most of the major rooms in the house.

Lead back to the living room, Becky was handed a basket of clothes. "Fold those if you could." Megan ordered as she sat and watched some TV. As Becky folded the clothing, Megan didn't take too many pictures. She did take a few, but with only Becky's breast in view, and her not moving much, there wasn't much to see. Megan was happy to watch and stare for most of the time.

Becky herself never had her heart racing so much while cleaning clothing. The whole situation was scaring her half to death. So many possibilities of what could happen. If future fears weren't enough to get her going either, the fact she was sitting naked in front of a stranger was enough to get her spooked. Yet like everything else that day, the risk and fear also had a second side, an exciting side. She couldn't help but notice she was getting a bit moist between the legs again.

She almost laughed half way through folding the clothes. She had just realized the irony of the situation. Here she was, desperate to get dressed, and in her hands were shirts and pants. Everything she folded she wished she could wear. Some were lovely skirts, or cute tank tops. She would even be willing to settle for the sexy lingerie she came across, even if the transparent ones wouldn't hide much. They all seemed so inviting to put on, but she couldn't.

Ending another chore, Becky was lead back to the kitchen. "We should have some lunch. Look around the kitchen to find stuff. I think we should have some sandwiches. We got lettuce, tomatoes, and all that stuff in the fridge, nice and fresh too." Megan said as she took a seat at the table. Becky was left cooking and preparing in front of Megan. Megan made a few comments about her wiggling butt as she searched around in cabinets for stuff or was chopping up ingredients. Soon, though, the two sat at the table. Becky hadn't made any for herself, having just eaten not too long ago. Becky of course was made to clean up afterward, all documented on photos too.

Megan didn't seem to want to leave her side. Becky had to stand there washing dishes, her arms and body getting wet by the few splashes. Megan continued to take a few pictures, sometimes reaching the camera over in front of her to get a close up shot of her breasts. Becky made a mistake when she dropped a fork. As she bent down to get it she heard subtle clicks of the camera. She quickly stood up straight and almost was ready to hit the girl. "Great shots babe." Megan remarked at the flustered naked girl in her kitchen.

After some more minuscule jobs, Becky was given a rag and some cleaning solution. "Clean the windows, they are getting dirty. Becky was lead back into the living room. Becky was still in the middle of thinking about the next job when she was suddenly bathed in a bright light. Megan had just opened the curtain to the large window facing the street. Becky covered up and turned away from it, starting to try and hide. "Now don't go running off, clean the window." Megan ordered.

"I can't do that, someone will see me!" Becky said as she tried to stay to the side of the window. She didn't want to stand naked in front of the large bay window. The thing was as tall as her, nothing would be hidden.

"You were the one running around naked before, I think this shouldn't be too big of a problem for you. Now clean!" Megan demanded giving her nudge. Standing in front of the window, Becky did her best to clean it. She kept going as fast he she could. Becky was so preoccupied with getting the job done fast, she didn't really notice the views she was giving. Megan was happy to stand and take pictures of her wobbling breasts, stretched out body, or between her occasionally parted legs. Megan was also sure to throw in the occasional, "you missed a spot" lines.

Becky throughout the time in the house was growing use to being out of the public eye. Being in front of the open windows she was cleaning was only leaving her worried again. During the whole time she didn't see anyone notice, but people did go by the house in cars. The idea that there were neighbors that could be looking through windows also freaked Becky out. Becky just blushed and continued though, not willing to back down. She was being fueled by more than just the pictures at this point. She knew the reasons her friends originally started this whole day. She didn't want to be the Princess who gets whatever she wants. Surely a Princess wouldn't go around doing chores. Do to this, she did her best to hold her tongue and not complain.