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This is a story about a young woman whose past catches up with her and then threatens her current career and social standing. She is blackmailed, harassed, and turned into a mere sexual love slave. But finds she's loving it in time.
"MF Non-consensual-Masturbation-Voy-Language."
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Lorraine Marie Burk checked her e-mail every day before going to bed; no one ever really mailed her anything personal. But she did use it for reminders of special TV programs she wanted to drop in on and other special dates of interest.
She was going through the inbox this particular day and spied a message with slut written in the subject field. There was no address in the "from field," Lorraine was immediately angry at the boldness of this prank. She was just about to delete it when it occurred to her that its contents might just provide a clue to its author.
Lorraine called up the message and froze in her seat (as anger slowly turned into fear), there in front of her was her blemished sexual past. There staring her in the face was the old newspaper article about drunken orgies, and lewd behavior, from some of the female sororities at the college.
Her college, the one she attended over five years ago, it was complete with a picture of her and a list of charges, public exposure, intoxication, complete with her address.
Her stomach was a ball of heavy iron as she realized the implications to her career and future here in her new hometown, if her boss were to find out about this story. The Hollingsworth family owned the computer parts company where she worked as a receptionist, and they were very straight laced, "no this wouldn't do at all she thought."
She had been working there less than a year now, she wasn't getting rich but she was comfortable. "Why now" she asked herself, when things had just started to turn around in her favor.
Lorraine read the text of the message in total unbelief,
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Slut:
As you see from the message I now hold your future in my hand.
First, you will check your e-mail each morning and again at noon. This is how I will communicate instructions to you on exactly what it is I want done.
Tonight you will leave your bedroom curtains open and your night-light on as you undress. Your Master needs to inspect his slut's imperfections the hour will be ten PM.
You will strip yourself down to your panties they should be red lace. You will then lay on the bed place your hand in them and masturbate. When you have climaxed you may check your e-mail and I will tell you what you need to do next.
If you deny me you will be punished. Your boss and work place peers will receive a copy of the news file.
Master
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My God she thought the unmitigated nerve of this person is unbelievable. Lorraine began to consider her options and realized quickly that she had few, could this be her x-husband, no Tom may have been a jerk but he would never do this it wasn't his style.
Lorraine racked her brain but couldn't think of a single person, past or present, which she had offended enough to make them this vengeful. She was afraid and couldn't afford to lose her job, not now.
The charges stemmed from a night out on the town with classmates that ended at a friend's house party. All the girls were drinking that night "too much" and things got out of hand as a neighbor called to complain about the noise. Then there were the drugs floating around that night.
She never meant to even try the pills but was urged on to it by the taunting of her classmates. After that things got a little wild sexually, before the police arrived they caught Lorraine in a compromising situation with a boy there she didn't even know.
There was a ball of intense anxiety deep in her stomach as she tried to think of way out of this predicament and it was eating away at her confidence. At last completely exasperated she knew she had to obey at least until she could figure something out. Despair was withering her disposition to outright gloom and the future suddenly seemed exceedingly ominous.
Suddenly her attention was focused on a new incoming message, it was from him, was it a him ... she didn't even know that much for certain.
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Slut:
Buy a dildo before tonight and use it as I watch.
Master
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She sat absorbed with the prospect of self-abuse in front of some whacko voyeur she didn't know "less than appealing." She found herself wondering what he would be doing as he watched her, masturbating no doubt "she thought."
Somehow she was then caught up in her minds eye with the vision of a man stroking his cock as he watched her fuck herself. The vision stirred her flesh to a mild lustful condition that sent a little tingle of pleasure to tease the face of her vulva.
Lorraine unconsciously moved her hand between her legs and gave a little squeeze there. She found herself imagining a man alone in the shadows breathing hard, his huge cock hard, and erect, masturbating as he watched her nude on the bed. She was shocked to find her own hand caressing the warmth of her mound and then realized she was swollen and wet below.
She chastised herself for her naughty fantasies and decided to take a shower to get her mind off such crude and tempting thoughts. Lorraine could not will her mind away from repeated mental scenes of night ravishment by some handsome, masked intruder and her shower did nothing to soothe her climate.
After Lorraine finished her shower she dressed and headed out to a sex shop in a small nearby Iowa town where no one would recognize her. The cheeks of her face were flamed before she even reached the entrance of the establishment.
She was thankful once inside that the place was nearly deserted. She found the devices immediately and stood sorting out her selection. She chose a black eight-inch super soft toy with multiple speed adjustment.
She was thankful; as she checked out that the clerk was a female her eyes never met those of the employee once through the entire transaction. Lorraine sped back home and rushed into the house as if someone were giving chase.
She was too nervous to eat anything that evening and tried to keep her mind occupied and off the relentless march of the clock. At last, seemingly decades later she went to her bedroom and pulled back the floor length curtains.
Lorraine stepped to the light switch and rotated the knob until the lighting fixture achieved maximum brightness in the room. Her stomach was twisting inside as a war between the two desires that tore her raged through the battlefields of her heart and mind, the desire to run or submit.
Lorraine stood before the high double window facing the wooded hillside at the back of her home. The bastard was out there somewhere she knew, waiting to get his rocks off while humiliating her.
She proceeded to undress in front of the floor length set of double panes facing the hills behind her home. After her dress she removed her red lace bra and allowed her long luxurious nails to slowly circle and tease her swollen nipples.
Lorraine threw her head back to allow her long shimmering hair to flow down her body as her nails tormented the flesh of her body inciting that familiar craving for sexual gratification. May as well make a show of it she had decided in her rising anger, and give the bastard his moneys worth.
She slowly stroked her way to her prominent mound and began to lavish that area of her body with slow deliberate manipulations. She closed her eyes and could almost hear him breathing, his hand traversing that large mass of flesh as he watched her degradation. She slid her hand down inside her panties and began to gently flick her clitoris.
She was beginning to go wet below and could feel the lips of her vulva swell, as she caressed the sensitive flesh of the area. The rising power of her lust was prompting her mind to continual visions of her oppressor.
Lorraine turned and slowly made her way to the edge of her bed pausing at the nightstand beside it to retrieve her device. She sat on the edge of the bed facing the window, her legs lewdly splayed open.
She kicked her red lace panties off and turned the toy on. She began to slowly pass the device over the top of her crevice, lingering at the most sensitive area of her clit.
She wondered if he might be stroking his cock just a little faster right now as he watched. She half wished at the moment that he was in the room with her, so she could watch him too.
She was getting increasingly aroused as she continued fantasizing about his cock and what she wanted him to do with it. She eased the soft vibrator in between the lips of her now saturated cunt lips and shook internally as she moaned in ecstasy.
She seductively tilted her back with her lips parted slightly as she used one hand on the device and the other to squeeze her ripe firm breasts. She was driving the dildo in slowly and gyrating its shaft inside her passage, hoping the freak enjoyed the show.
She, in awhile, would literally explode in orgasm and it was all that bastards fault "she thought." The fucking prick coward didn't even have enough courage to come down here and fuck her into the bliss she now needed in person.
She threw herself back on the bed and began to fuck the dildo into her tight, wet passage, with heroic effort. Her moaning increased as the super soft buzzer attempted to invade her uterus.
