Anna sat nervously in the hotel lobby with her hands crossed but twitching. Her heart threatened to rip a whole in the dress she wore. She couldn't exactly call it her dress, because it wasn't, rather it was the dress that he had sent her and told her to wear. Fuck, she didn't even know his name and yet here she was waiting in this damn hotel in this stupid, sexy chain-round-her-neck of a dress... As instructed, Anna wore no underwear, just this slim, tight backless dress that left little of her figure to the imagination. But she had no choice. She thought back to the night where it happened. When he first contacted her.
It was a warm late-summer night and Anna sat by her computer. She had her window slightly open for the breeze, though this always came with the risk that, if she came hard, others might hear. After idly searching she eventually came across a few erotic stories that got her excited. Tales of young girls just like herself being tied, fucked, toyed with and dominated. Stories where she could imagine herself being entirely and utterly taken. Chief amongst these was her penchant for non-consent stories. Now, sat in the hotel, Anna couldn't remember exactly what she was reading when he made contact, but she remembered it was non-con. He wouldn't let her forget and in his fucked up mine that somehow justified what he was doing to her. She remembered that it was just as she was cumming that she heard the ding of a message on her computer. Her climax interrupted, she opened her eyes to find a chatbox open in her screen with a message simply from "him". She thought it was spam at first and resolved to run an antivirus sweep later but as she tried to close the chat window, it simply opened back up. At this point, she took note of the message. "You looked lovely tonight my little kitten..."
"What the fuck are you talking about?!" she quickly wrote back, "Who the hell are you and how the hell are you contacting me?"
"Why do you girls always ask who I am? Do you think I spend this much time and effort on anonymity just to tell you? As for why, I want you. I want you and I'm going to have you," he wrote back.
You want ME!?" Anna replied, now getting pissed off, "No. Just straight no. I'm turning my computer off and taking it in to the shop tomorrow to sort out whatever shit you've downloaded onto my computer."
"Oh Anna..." he simply wrote, then sent a picture that Anna would never forget. Anna's jaw dropped as, before her in the chat window, was a picture of her from only minutes ago, fingers deep inside her pussy, fucking herself towards an orgasm. From the angle it was clear, the picture had been taken from her webcam. Her camera had been hacked.
She was only moments away from shutting down the computer when the picture made her freeze. Instead of closing it all down she typed back in the chat "How long have you been watching me?"
The question was followed not with words but with more pictures that, from details like her hairstyle or the décor in her room she could tell went back months. "And not just pictures," he wrote, sending perhaps half a dozen videos of Anna's most intimate moments. His collection was diverse, including videos where he's simultaneously recorded her screen, keeping record of the dirtiest kinks and fantasies that Anna used to make herself cum: gangbangs, threesomes, bondage, edging but, most of all, non-consent. He sent more, pictures and videos of her fucking others, women and men. Occasionally this sex was vanilla, but most videos documented her submission followed by multiple climaxes that evidenced just how much the loss of power turned her on. He finished with a simple message. "You do as you're told, Anna, or these get released for the world to see. You do as you're told or everyone gets to see just how much of a dirty girl you are..." Anna was stunned. Her heart racing she simply replied "what do you want me to do?"
"I can still see you, kitten, and you're going to do for me just want you were already going to do. You're going to fuck yourself for me, but this time read aloud the story you were reading."
Anna was mad as hell but she couldn't see a way out of this. Angry and reluctant, she opened her legs and began to rub circles on her clit as she read her story. The story was short and simple about a man breaking into a girl's house and taking her hard against her will. As this fictional girl was held by the throat, bent over her bed and finger-fucked doggy style, Anna could no longer deny that she was getting increasingly hot. "It's just the story and the fact that I'm masturbating," she told herself, "nothing about what this bastard is doing is turning me on." For a second she even believed herself. He interrupted her flow to give a simple command "Tell me why that turns you on."
"Just being dominated.... choked, slapped, spanked... I need dirty, nasty sex that takes me over completely. The sort of sex that nice guys don't give. Any man that is willing to take a girl against her will is the kind of man who'll give that without a moment's hesitation..." Anna said, surprising herself as the words just flow out of her.
"You're not trying hard enough," he instructed, "I've seen how you cum and it's hardest with your fingers inside you. Fuck yourself. Properly."
As angry as Anna was, she had to admit she had been holding back. She sensed that wouldn't be allowed now. Stabbing her fingers into her cunt, she wasn't sure if she was more pissed at him or her fucking pussy for how much it was purring for him, or not for him but in spite of him, fuck she didn't even know at this stage.
Thinking about this now, sat in the lobby of the hotel, Anna felt her pussy begin to tingle. It knew, as some part of her knew, that if that's how hard he could make her cum that night without even being there, he was going to take her to whole new, unimagined levels tonight. She still wasn't sure if that made her excited, scared, angry or all three put together.
She recalled again back to that night and to the next step in the road that lead her to the hotel in which she sat. As she read aloud the story for him, she reached the part where the girl was approaching orgasm, trying to fight it off. The poetic irony was not lost on Anna as she remembered resisting her own orgasm. It was inevitable, so she had no idea why she fought it so hard. Perhaps some part of her thought that if she came too soon it would validate what he did to her. She expected a drawn ought fight with her own body to not give this man the orgasm that he'd stolen from her body. What happened, she did not expect...
Anna felt herself hurtling towards the edge. She gritted her teeth and nearly spat into the camera "I'm not going to cum for you... Not yet."
"Oh?" he replied "Because it looks like it..."
"Fuck you." said Anna, "I can hold out so much fucking longer." This was a lie and she knew it.
"Even if I tell you how, when I fuck you, every time you come close to an orgasm I'm going to slap your pussy so hard that you either loose it or cum from the pain?"
"Fuck. You." was all she could manage, sweat dripping from her face.
"Not. Gunna. Cum" Anna spat. She knew she was teetering on the edge and she was sure he could see it too. God one more line of filth and he'd probably have her...
Then he dropped the bombshell, the last thing Anna expected to hear. "Oh Anna, of course you're not going to. Take your hands away from your thirsty little cunt."
She was stunned, mouth open, unsure what he meant or what the consequences would mean. Her hands slowed, simply following his instructions, but she continued rubbing. He had to tell her again before Anna did as she was told. Her mind was a daze and her pussy was throbbing and begging for the attention it just lost...
"Fuck you," she said "I thought you wanted to make me cum to prove some depraved point or something..."
"Hardly," he said "If I just let you cum, you'll be able to lie to yourself that this whole sequence of events didn't turn you on as much as it does. I want to make you beg. Genuine heart-felt begging. I'm going to tease you on the edge until I break you and you'd do anything for me."
"I can cum any time," said Anna "you're not here. You can't stop me. It's my fucking body and I'll do what I want."
"Do I really need to spell this out to you? If you cum without my permission I release everything. 'AnnaRox97' was hardly a difficult Instagram password to guess... I think your followers will love to see what I can show them."
"I'll go to the police" she muttered.
"You could... and they won't be able to trace me. But in the mean time your reputation will be ruined. Every guy who's ever made a pass at you, all those pseudo-friends who you know want to fuck you, everyone you've ever caught staring at your ass, they'd all get to see every dirty little private moment you've ever had."
He was right and Anna knew it... She didn't say anything, she just kept quiet and didn't look at the camera.
Now, in the hotel, Anna compared two moments of silence. Her silence then, waiting to find out what he would make her do, and her silence now, sat in the hotel lobby waiting for instructions on where she would go. It was then that "he" wrote to her.
"Go to the reception desk and say you're Anna. Ask for the key to the penthouse suite."
Anna replied affirmatively and then stood up, walked over to the reception and waited for the receptionists attention. A young woman wearing expensive clothing, a professional black suit and a jewelry set that Anna knew would cost at least €1000, sat behind the desk. She looked up at Anna.
"Can I help you?" she said in a manner that made it clear she viewed this incursion on her time as unworthy.
"I'm..." Anna stammered. Fuck, pull yourself together, Anna thought...
"I'm Anna and I need the key to the penthouse suite" Anna said.
The woman looked Anna up and down and Anna was sure she saw a little smirk. Did this girl know?
