Part 3 with a strong non consent theme. so it gets a bit rapey which isn't for some.
Best to read pts 1 & 2 first for full context of poor Jane's stiuation better.
But the jist is Jane is being bullied in college and when she is left tied naked someone takes her picture and sends her a blackmail note.
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Continuedd from Part 2 ......
"Jane. The phone," called out her father.
As she returned down the stairs and into the front room her father handed her the phone. His puzzlement at her wet state was cut off from question when she took the phone and answered it.
"Hello?"
"You got my note this morning, so what is it to be?"
"Sorry?"
"Do you want your family and friends to see you as the tied up fuck pig or keep thinking you're the good little college girl?"
"No not that. What do you want from me?"
Jane kept the calm smile frozen on her face as she backed out of the room and out of earshot.
"You already know what I want. Don't you?"
"No."
"Stop fucking about or the photos go public."
"No wait please don't do that. I can pay you."
"I don't need money. You know what I want."
"I Can't. I don't know what you want."
"Yes you do and you are going to give it to me aren't you?"
"Yes" she whimpered.
"Good now this is where I want you to go."
The voice on the phone was distorted and unrecognisable. It stated what was expected if Jane was to keep her secret, how she was to dress, where she was to go and when. Then the line went dead.
For more than fifteen minutes Jane sat on the end of her bed. Still wearing her damp uniform, she stared at the blackmailers offending photos from last night.
The wide shot clearly showed her naked freckled body, bent over and secured to a chair. Her blindfolded face stared wildly back at her from the lurid images with bare breasts squashed against the plastic seat.
Jane franticly tore apart each image and then the enclosed letter. She'd decided no one else was going to see her like this even if it meant that she would have to obey this stranger's commands.
The directions had been clear and Jane followed them as best she could. By nine o'clock she'd made her way to the pick-up location and waited.
She stood there in her newly altered denim shorts and tee shirt. They'd been trimmed to just a few threads between her legs and ripped shirt with no arms. Her dark pair of bra and panties peeked out under the intimate trim and a flimsy pair of flip-flops completed her grungy look. Jane shivered in the evening air with nervous anticipation as she waited there for the green ford fiesta to collect her.
After a torturous wait the designated car arrived and pulled up by the curb a few meters away. The first thing Jane saw were her own high heels stepping out onto the path as her first period tutor, Mrs Donavan, exited the vehicle. Suddenly doubting herself as she approached, Jane halted not wanting to be discovered by the strict tutor in such demeaning attire.
"Well girl. It's good you're here on time," stated the strict tutor as she approached the frightened girl. "Now let's have a look at you and see if you can follow simple instructions."
Dumbfounded and frozen, Jane stood before Mrs Donavan as the woman took her arm and held it aloft. She tugged at the ragged holes in the tee-shirt and shorts then circled around behind the stationary girl. A set of scissors were produced and used to remove a few more inches of fabric from her shorts, midriff and neck line to float off into the wind.
From behind, Jane felt her auburn hair pulled up and tied into a pony tail. Then a hand rubbed at her ass and leg as if wiping away some unwanted lint. Mrs Donavan reappeared from the other side and nodded in acceptance.
"Now that's certainly not regulation dress. Is it girl?" She asked Jane.
"No but it is what you requested."
"Very good, now get in."
Sitting down onto the passenger seat, Jane felt the cars warmth blow hot over her bare thighs. Then the car engine started and the world outside sped away.
"What do you want from me?" asked Jane, stealing a sideways glance.
"Well dear, I don't know. Last night I was shocked to say the least. An intelligent girl like you, top half of the class doing so well in college. Then I find that you are, in fact, a wanton whore who is in the middle of a downward spiral of depravity."
"But," protested Jane. "The others are forcing me."
"Enough excuses. I saw your state last night," shouted the angered tutor. She reached past Jane's pale legs, into the glove box and pulled out a manila folder. "Look at yourself girl."
As the folder dropped into Jane's lap the contents slid in every direction. The repeated images of Jane stripped, tied and molested a reminder of who was in charge.
"I could smell your aroused sex as soon as I entered the locker room; you'd quite obviously been enjoying the depravity. I was torn between getting you expelled and trying to help. So this is what I'm here to do."
"What do you mean, help?"
"Well, I am going to break your impulse to denigrate yourself in college by quenching your need. You can wallow in the city's cess pools at night and in secrete while keeping some level of dignity."
"No, I don't have a need. I, I'm a good girl."
"No dear, I've seen the real you. The bitch in heat, tied naked to a chair in public, in school. I bet you're wet just looking at them."
"No, they disgust me."
