Jessica's big mistake was a simple one. One day she was reading a story on Literotica, and for the first time, she sent some feedback to the Author. The story was called "Impregnating Jenny" and you can read it on Literotica. It was about a young woman being reluctantly being fucked by a man. The man wore no protection and the chances were high that he made her pregnant.
The author got the feedback and replied. He asked Jessica about her fantasies and soon they were chatting online. Jessica is 26 and she admitted how she had had these fantasies of being forced since she first started having fantasies. She described how the important thing was that it was real. She had played around with role-play, but it had never been enough for her. She really needed and wanted this to happen, but unfortunately she was now engaged to be married and the man she loved didn't share her fantasies.
What Jessica maybe didn't realise when she replied was that the Author lived only 3 hours away from her, also in England.
As the Author was chatting to her on MSN he turned on his webcam. Somehow, despite the fact that she hated being seen on webcam, he persuaded her to turn her camera on as well. She didn't keep it on for more than 30 seconds, but somehow even that showed his power over her, his power to make her do something she didn't want to do. If he could force her to do that just chatting, think how powerless she would be in real life.
As they were chatting he asked her more and more questions, digging deeper into her fantasies, and then he started to describe what it would be like if he were to act them out. The effect on Jessica was instant and she was shocked at how her body reacted to this. She felt like she was being sucked down a black hole into her desire. She went lightheaded as her pussy started to throb thinking about it. She tried to change the subject, shocked by how deeply she'd fallen, how strange it felt to be fantasizing about this stranger she'd only started chatting to 20 minutes before.
The Author told her he didn't mind changing the subject, but first he described to her exactly how he had made her feel. It was almost as if he was psychic and could read her mind.
With relief Jessica started chatting about life, work, and how she had ended up as a foreigner in England. That was when she made her second big mistake. She admitted that she was working illegally and in the country despite her visa running out. A naughty gleam came into the Author's eyes as he realized he had exactly what he needed - the leverage on Jessica to make her do exactly what he wanted. All he had to do was to phone up the Immigration Service and she would be thrown out of the country, separated from her fiancee and mother. The Author knew her name, and which county she was living in. A little digging and he could easily find out the town as well. And she couldn't even admit to her boyfriend how it happened. She had admitted that her boyfriend didn't even know that she read Literotica - let alone had dirty chats to strange men online. Combined with his hold over her, the Author knew she would respond to his blackmail. Deep down he knew she wanted to. While chatting, he had suggested to her that although it was a nice fantasy, she wouldn't really enjoy it if it actually happened -- that it would just be scary. But Jessica had strongly, vehemently denied this. She knew that her fantasy was so powerful that she needed it. She needed it to be real. Not some make believe but real enough for her to feel the emotions.
Jessica didn't know the Author was planning any of this. She went to bed still horny and wet from the discussion and rubbed herself. The next morning, as she went to check her email, she found something that made her heart race. It was a letter to the Immigration Service, detailing everything. Her name, how long she'd been in the country, where she was living. Underneath it was a single line: "Meet me Thursday night outside the cafe where you work at 6pm or this letter goes to the authorities."
Jessica's stomach churned. She was horrified. At the same time she remembered the face of the man she had talked to on camera, and as she thought about him, she had a mental image - her bent over, tied up, just as he was about to thrust into her. It was so realistic, so intense that it was almost real. She couldn't help but feel excited, terrified, scared and yet her pussy throbbed. She was horrified that she would be cheating on her boyfriend.
She couldn't concentrate all day and she dropped three plates. The next day was no better. She went through the day completely distracted, forgetting everything she was meant to do. Nothing was done on time and everyday life went out the window. Her days were spent half scared, half horny, in a daze.
The next day was Thursday. She woke up an hour before she needed to. She showered and then put on her best underwear beneath the clothes she wore for work. She couldn't explain it. The only reason she could think of was maybe if she looked nice for him he might go easier on her. She had decided she had to go through with it. She had to meet him. Maybe she could persuade him in person to leave her alone. Or if not maybe she could get away with just giving him a blow job or a hand job. She was determined to be her most charming and not to let her nerves show. She knew that if she was strong willed she would be ok.
At 5:30pm she was outside work, walking around. The 30 minutes seemed to take for ever. As she was walking back towards her workplace, with 5 minutes to go, she walked past a white van parked on the side of the road. Just as she passed it, the side door slid open, she saw the Author, and he grabbed her and pulled her into the back of his van. Before she could scream he slapped her across the face and then pulled a gag around her mouth. She was so shocked that she hardly moved before her hands were grasped firmly in his behind her back.