Gap between chapters? What gap between chapters?
I'm not a fan of recaps but I'm going to assume it may be needed for anyone who hasn't reread the first 3 multiple times (If you have then thank you and what are you doing?!? Please stop for your own health!)
So far our protagonist, Anne, an 18 year old student, is being blackmailed after a computer virus records her exchanging sexual favours in order to cheat on her exams.
She has just finished her first tortured day of school under her new regime, but she cannot enter her house while a single thread of clothing remains on her.
A more detailed summary will become available when someone makes it for me.
For those of you who checked constantly for the last year, emailed me positive feedback, and generally showed all the support in the world I could ask for; thank you. Don't think it went unnoticed. I hope this scratches all the itches it can reach and all the following chapters do the same.
Cheers for being better readers than I am a writer!
Enjoy!
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It was hard to unlock the door while her hands were shaking.
The sun shone bright on the crystal blue sky. It was cloudless, clear, and picture perfect; like a scene from a hot July afternoon in the heart of the summer.
Only it wasn't July.
It was February and looks were deceiving.
Anne's breath came out in a visible vapour as she barely managed to jam in the metal key and twist the open the lock. She was careful not to let any part of her body pass the doorway as she pushed it ajar.
"None of your clothes are going to go past your doorstep."
It was doubtful she was being watched but there didn't seem to be any sense in taking the risk.
Her house was so warm; the hot air that came to meet her as the door opened was almost enough to stop her shivering.
Anne sighed and let it wash over her for a few seconds. Her parents would throw a fit if they saw this poor use of their heating, but they wouldn't know what this was worth to her cold body. It was like all her problems were gone and she was back in summer, laughing in the park with Beth and Maggie.
It was still freezing though and she didn't want to hang around.
She snapped herself out of the trance and pulled her backpack off her shoulders, already unzipping it before it hit the floor.
First thing's first.
Anne coughed out the soggy thong and dumped it in her bag, sparing no time before tossing it unceremoniously inside her house.
The moment it left her mouth she sighed with relief, opening her jaw wide to stretch it out while rubbing her sore cheeks.
Ahh that feels good!
She took a moment to breathe the fresh air into her lungs through her now unobstructed mouth, gulping it up like she was a traveller dying of thirst.
Her teeth were turning into little icicles and shivers were going up and down her spine but Anne was still enjoying it. To her it felt like it had been hours since her mouth was last empty though in reality it had only been about 30 minutes.
In her defence it had been a
LONG
30 minutes.
But that was the past now. There was a new task for her to be focusing on from here on out.
Anne unzipped her boots and kicked them off, casting them to the side of her doorway against the wall.
It wasn't just stripping outside that was the problem, although that was the biggest one.
She lifted her jumper slightly, unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped the fly, and then pulled the jumper back down to cover the top on her now open jeans.
The other problem was that she couldn't take any of her clothes past her doorstep at all. That meant that after she was naked she was going to have a big pile of clothes out here for anyone passing by to see.
For Brad to see when he came home.
That was not going to happen. Anne could not let that happen.
After she was inside she was going to have to find a bag or a box, something to throw her clothes into and leave outside without people seeing what they were. Anne could toss them into a bush or something once they had been covered and she was wearing new ones, then she'd have to wait until her master gave her permission to retrieve them.
No!
Anne cursed herself and pinched her leg hard.
No he's not my fucking master! Stop thinking of him as that!
He was her blackmailer, her blackmailer, her blackmailer! She had to remember that.
It wasn't exactly easy to forget, it was just his damn text messages!
Every time she checked her fucking phone it was
master this
and
master that
. His stupid name in her phone combined with the constant string of orders was sticking it into her head that his name was "master".
Fucking asshole!
It was something she was going to have to stop herself doing if she wanted to hold onto her sanity this month, to not lose herself in the act. Anne could not think of him like that, not even occasionally, she was going to have to resist even when she wasn't resisting.
You are my blackmailer. My abuser. My enemy.
Maybe she could change his contact name somehow...
A passing car brought her attention back to the task and reminded Anne just how exposed her house really was.
What if that car had come 30 seconds later?
What if another one drives by in 30 seconds anyway?
She swallowed.
Anne quickly counted every house across the street that had eyeline to her doorstep.
1...2...3...4...5...
5?
The houses on each end had a poor angle to her and people might not be able to see her well even if they bothered to look.
The 2 houses before them had a better angle, and if anyone in there looked they would be able to see her stripping as clear as day, but that was if they actually looked.
Finally, the house in the very middle had the best seat of all. Directly opposite her home, if any person in that building walked past a window then her nakedness would catch their eye; it was unavoidable. That was the house that Anne needed to watch out for.
Fortunately there was only one person who lived there so the risk was lower.
Unfortunately it was the last person in the whole neighbourhood who Anne would want to live there.
Anne shivered.
Mr Thomas was about to get his front row seat.
She carefully scoped out every window in the house. Most of them had closed curtains and those that didn't were hard to look through in this light. There was no way of being 100% sure if she was being watched.
Anne took a deep breath. No more delaying, her feet were getting too cold even through the protection of her socks.
It was time to strip.
Anne grabbed the hem of her top tentatively.
Jumper and t-shirt.
Jeans and socks.
Jump inside
3 quick moves then she was done. The door was already open, her shoes were off, and her jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped; Anne had made this as easy on herself to do as rapidly as possible.
She looked up and down the street.
No cars.
She gazed through all the windows of the 5 houses.
No obvious movement.
She listened out for any noise whatsoever.
No noise except for distant traffic and the chirping of birds.
There was no better time than now.
Anne took another deep breath to calm herself. Her hands were shaking again, but not from the cold anymore.
Okay girl, you've got this!
Her knuckles whitened as her fists practically squeezed holes though the bottom of her jumper.
It was now or never!
5
4
3
2
1
GO!
In a sudden, swift motion Anne yanked the hem of both her t-shirt and her jumper over her head. Darkness enveloped her vision. She was blinded and exposed for a brief, terrifying moment, but then the clothing passed her eyes and was off her entirely.
She tugged out her arms and threw the two tops down by her shoes.
Anne was topless on her doorstep.
In daylight.
Her nipples instantly hardened in the cold and all the tiny hairs on her arms shoot straight up.
Now jeans.
She quickly pushed her thumbs into the waistband and tugged them down; there were no panties to take with them so her pussy was bared to the cold instantly.
Anne hissed through her teeth.
Fuck this weather!
Even though she had prepared by undoing her jeans, it was still taking too long to get them off. Her ass was too big and they were too tight.
Come on... Come on...
They slipped past her butt and caught on her thighs.
Come onnnnnn!
"
UHHH!
"
The shock of the sudden noise hit her hard and she yelled out. In her chest her already thundering heart practically exploded and she stumbled away, half naked and terrified.
WHAT THE..!?
The noise screamed again.
"
UHHH!
"
Unfortunately her jeans were nearly half way down her legs, and instead of stumbling they snagged on her feet and brought her down like an awkward sack of potatoes.
"
UHHHH!
"
The woman's voice was deafeningly loud, as if projected by a megaphone on steroids, and it was coming from her pocket.
WHAT THE HELL IS TH-
Anne's eyes shot wide open.
"
UHHHH! OHH YEAHH! FUCK ME, MASTER!
"
Her phone!
"
OHH GOD YEAH FUCK ME HARDER! PLEASE MASTER!
"
That bastard was messing with her phone and playing porn!
"
OHH MY GOD!
"
He was fucking playing porn so fucking loudly that the whole fucking neighbourhood could fucking hear! How was he doing this!?
The volume was so ridiculously high that it was beginning to hurt her ears. How could her phone even get this loud? It shouldn't be possible! It was like a speaker at a concert!
"
UHHH
"
Anne frantically grabbed at her pocket, trying to get to her phone. She looked around, desperately hoping that no one had appeared, she had to get out of here fast!
A man stood at her gate.
Every part of her body froze.
SHIT!
Anne looked away and hugged her body into a ball, praying that he kept moving.
Praying that he was just a stranger.
Praying that he didn't grab a quick video.
"
I AM SUCH A FUCKING SLUT AND I NEED TO BE USED!
