Author's note: Finally, another chapter is here. The next (and final) chapter is also finished, and I'm just finishing the last bits of proofreading.
Fair warning - this story is non-consensual, and this chapter does have some watersports. If you don't like those kinds of things, don't read it.
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Heather took several deep breaths getting ready to step into her backyard, getting herself psyched up for this. She looked down at the bikini SpareRod had made her buy, and cursed him again. As skimpy as she had thought the bikini he had made her wear last week was, this made that one look like something a grandmother would wear. At least the one she had worn for the drive up to Denver consisted of fabric. This was really just string, with barely the tiniest scraps of fabric. The top had two ridiculously miniscule triangles to cover her breasts. Well, actually only about a third of each breast. Even with her not-very-big boobs, they bulged out from underneath and both sides of the triangles. Even worse, the pink fabric was sheer enough that you could easily see the color of her barely covered areola, and her nipples poked out the fabric obscenely. The bottoms were just two pieces of string that went around her hips and met in her butt crack, with only a microscopic triangle covering her pussy. The front was so low that it started less than two inches above the top of her slit, and it met the string between her ass cheeks by the time it reached her anus. Her pubic hair was now about a quarter inch long, and was clearly visible above and around the fabric, making the outfit even more embarrassing. Without a doubt that was his plan all along.
Once outside she had to rummage around in the shed to find a lounge to lay on. She was sure she presented quite the sight to anyone who could see her, bending over and wiggling her uncovered ass cheeks. She was taking advantage of the restaurant being closed Monday, using her morning off to do this with a minimal chance of being observed. She didn't know if the college guy next door was home, but she hoped he had summer classes today.
She set the lounge up in a corner of her yard against the privacy fence, and as long as she stayed there she was pretty sure no neighbor could see her. Of course if Anna or Keely came home, that would be a different story, but they were both at work. Keely wouldn't mind of course, she'd been seeing Heather in a lot of compromising situations since their chat on Friday evening. In fact Keely had done her best to make it an exciting weekend ever since their little walk and talk.
Once they had gotten home, Keely had made Heather wait outside while Keely distracted Anna, and when the coast was clear Heather had gone to Keely's room. Keely had told Anna that Keely had a really sore neck, and that Heather was going to massage it to see if that helped.
Keely had come to the room, closed the door, then quietly explained that while she liked the naked serving girl routine, she wasn't ready to take it further at this point. Plus she definitely did not want to be part of any kind of threesome with Rod, online or otherwise. Once Heather said she understood, Keely stripped naked, lay on her stomach, and told Heather that she wanted more that just a foot rub from her naked serving girl. Heather had quickly stripped, grabbed some lotion, and given Keely the best sensual massage she knew how to give. So good, in fact, that it had come as a surprise when Keely had stopped Heather from teasing Keely's pussy. She had gently pushed Heather's hand away, softly saying that she didn't want to go too fast. She had stood up, kissing Heather on the lips and giving her ass a squeeze, but she had sent Heather to her room saying there would be plenty more time to play. Heather had gone to bed incredibly frustrated, but based on the squeaky bed noises she heard coming from Keely's room, it seemed that Keely didn't stay frustrated.
SpareRod had been pretty mad at her Saturday morning for not updating him, but once she had spanked herself thoroughly while in the women's room at her work, he'd been somewhat mollified. It had been terrifying making the loud slapping noises in the restaurant women's room, but somehow she got it done, and got back to work without anyone saying anything. She'd spent the afternoon at home with Keely and Anna. Even though Anna was there, Keely found all kinds of ways to tease her. This time she had to do both roommates' laundry. She had been allowed to wear clothes since Anna was around, but that didn't stop Keely from coming into the laundry room and stuffing a pair of panties into Heather's mouth. Or from pulling Heather's panties down while Heather was cleaning the house, and giving her ass a slap or firm squeeze. SpareRod helped her up the ante, by making Heather pull down her panties and her cropped T-shirt up whenever only Keely could see. All the teasing left Heather in a terrible state of arousal.
Heather had babysat Saturday night, and then done an all all day and overnight job on Sunday, so she hadn't really seen Keely since Saturday afternoon. Getting to wear underwear for almost 24 hours had actually felt weird, but it came to an abrupt end as soon as she had gotten home this morning. SpareRod had seemed intent on making up for lost time. She set up the computer at the foot of the chaise lounge, and rubbed on the sunscreen while she waited for him. He was on after only a minute or two, and he silently watched her rub the lotion on herself for a while before he started giving her instructions.
First came a modeling show in a variety of poses including standing, bending at the waist, posing on all fours with her knees spread wide and her ass to the camera, pinching her nipples through the thin fabric, and pulling the bottoms up in front so the fabric wedged into her pussy. That would have been bad enough, but he made her do it standing over by her back door, where she was completely exposed to the neighbors. She was pretty sure she could see the silhouette of someone looking out her neighbor's window.
Finally he had her go back inside to get a drink, her wand vibrator, an extension cord, and her suction cup dildo. He told her to run the extension cord so she could plug in the wand vibrator and computer, and position her computer at the foot of the chaise so he'd have an unobstructed view of her crotch while she sat.
"I like this view. There's really only one thing wrong with it," SpareRod said. "I think you have too much covered up. Take off the suit now."
Heather wasn't surprised at this. What did surprise her was that once the suit was off he had her wad the whole thing up in a tight ball, tying it in several knots, and then throw it to the farthest part of the lawn. She was now stuck naked outside, and there was no way to get back inside without being in full view of the neighbors. While it was scary to be stuck out here naked, part of her had to smile at the cleverness of it. He'd gotten her out here thinking at least she'd have her suit, no matter how tiny, and waited until she'd calmed down a bit before pulling the rug out. Her stomach had a herd of butterflies in it waiting to see what he'd make her do next.
"Well, Slut. You did well to catch up on your enema, but you're still behind on both your edging and on your cocksucking, so I think you should work on both together now. Hold that wand against your clit while you suck. I like seeing you multitask."
There it was, the ramping up of the intensity. Early on in this whole blackmail experience, she probably would have started arguing with him. Now she just submitted as quickly as she could. Not just because he was unlikely to relent, and all arguing would do is make him punish her, but also she was finding that when she just submitted and let things flow that the experiences included some unbelievable highs. Not that she wasn't still terrified when he made her do humiliating things, but strangely she still trusted him to make sure nothing really bad happened. And if all the thrills ended up causing an orgasm like she had had in the bookstore, the embarrassment and fear she experienced along the way seemed worth it. Actually, if she had to be honest the fear and embarrassment were an integral part of it, not an unfortunate side effect. Not that she would ever bring up to her blackmailer that she was kind of grateful for what was happening to her, just that the whole thing had not actually been unpleasant.
