Blackmail

[scbank]

Thanks for the effort to post story with pictures.
Really good to read.

[rainbowface]

Very good story TS.
Camping here now.

[wings32]

Originally Posted by harwy

Camping here

Me too!

[wildmank]

Very nice updates, thank you for keeping the various stories up.

[JEMMA]

The hunt settled into a routine. A burst of fear and adrenaline followed by a period of relative quiet as the trainers slung each capture under a pole and carried her off the field like meat. Wirth the trainers now finished with Astrid, we all watched as they tied her wrists and ankles together and threaded a long pole between the bindings. Then, two hunters hoisted the pole into their shoulders with Astrid slung underneath, like a prize, they carried her off the field, her game finished. She swung languidly back and forth as they walked. Exhausted, her head rolled back and she looked back at us, her face a slick, slimy mess of smeared zebra paint and cum. A chill ran over my body as I considered the dwindling odds. When would it be my turn and how would my game end. 



After each capture came a brief period for the surviving herd to relax. I sat in the grass, next to a Zebra called Lauren. A bottle blonde with the roots showing she had a lean figure with large breasts and fair skin underneath her zebra paint that spoke of someone who spent a lot of time indoors. She lay back on the ground while I sat with my back to the sun enjoying the kiss of the warm breeze across my skin. 

"What you here for?" Lauren drawled, her sweet, lilting accent. I placed her from the deep south. 

"My friend introduced me. Said it would be fun." 

Lauren snorted. "Is it fun?"

"Exhilarating," I replied. "The rush of getting clear is amazing." I stared at the lush green grass and took a deep breath of its delicious fresh fragrance. "Sort of fun but in a terrifying way. A bit like the roller coaster you weren't too sure about."

"They rides still on, honey and you ain't seen all the curves yet."

"Oh?"

"You're new, right?" she asked. 

"Yeah. First time."

"It's rare for a first timer to make it through." She lay back in the soft grass, the grease blades contrasting against the black and white of her stripes. "I hope for your sake you know how to take a cock." 







I plugged out my chest. "I've had my fair share of boyfriends."

"You done them all at once?"

"Excuse me?" I asked. 

"Have you every taken multiple cocks. Been in an orgy or the meat in a threesome?"



I swallowed. "No."

"Girl, you're a fucking virgin." She laughed and other zebras glanced in our direction. 

I kept my voice low. "You don't think I can make it."

"It's nothing personal, sugar. I just never seen it happen. My first time out, I got tied to a whipping stool. Got my ass good and tanned. Had stripes for weeks. Then they fucked my up the ass, my face a mess of tears from the whipping I got."

"That's awful."

"Hey, part of the game. I could have bailed out but then I'd lose all this." She gestured around.

"Lose what?"

"This. The game." She continued, "you just wait til the cash comes in. You can tan my ass, honey, if you pay like these guys do."

"You make it sound so mercenary."

"We're whores, sugar. Pure and simple. Fucking whores. But at least out here there are rules. The fucking is harder but the protection is better." She snorted again. "And so's the pay."

Some of the other girls giggled. I fell silent.

Lauren lowered her voice. "Hey, I've been there. I grew up in a trailer park. We had nothing so I traded this pussy for cash and sometimes less. You're way better off selling yourself here."

I looked down and picked at a few strands of grass. I let the shredded green leaves fall through my fingers. 

"Trust me," she said. "I know. Between whoring, doing porn or being here, I'd pick this every time."

"You've done porn?" I asked.

"Ha. I managed to stay away from that," she chuckled and turned her head, face up to the sky. "Not sure I'd have the guts to do it anyways." Then she sat up, clapped me on the back and in a loud voice said, "welcome to the first day in the job, whore."

Some of the girls sniggered. Stacey sniggered. I looked around and my eyes met Jenny's. She gave a small nod and smiled. I sat on quiet contemplation. 

"Hey, Jemma."

I turned to the voice. It was Jenny. 

"Don't forget, you're no ordinary whore," Jenny said.

A few of the zebras laughed and I smiled back at her. 



The blare of a horn carried across the field. My smile faded even as Jenny's body stiffened and Lauren sat up. I turned my head checking the area but the field remained empty. After a short delay, a couple crested a hill to my right. The man was dressed as the familiar garb of the trainers, black slacks and bare chested. But this man was no trainer being slightly older, with flecks of grey in his dark hair. Even so, his arms were thick and his hairy chest buffed showing his commitment to working out. He was ready for the chase. But it was the woman who stood out most of all. Tall, lean and blonde with her hair done up in exquisite plaits, she wore a red pencil dress with one strapless shoulder and a frill around her hips, something more suitable for a cocktail party than a grassy field. The only concession the woman made to the outdoors was the pumps she wore. The sight was so unexpected, all eyes fell on her. 

Trailing behind the couple, a cluster of six trainers shadowed the couple. The whole group was far enough away that the members of the herd, though alert, didn't bolt. 

The couple stopped at the top of the hill and the six hunters surrounding them fanned out giving the couple a clear view of the herd. The woman gestured at the herd as she talked to her partner. He nodded and his gaze followed her waving hands. Next, she turned and said something to one of the trainers who quickly and expertly, set up a pair of binoculars on a tripod in front of her. She leaned in and, using the binoculars, scanned the herd, checking each member of the herd out in turn, pausing for a few moments on each one as she did so. 

"What's going on?" I asked.

Lauren gave a little smirk. "You'll find out. Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise for you."



I looked around and caught Jenny's eye. She mouthed something. I'd need to wait until I was near her. 

[JEMMA]

The woman in red continued her inspection of the herd. I was glad to be seated as the binoculars made me more conscious of my nakedness. I didn't want to move, not while the binoculars were there. Every now and again the woman in red would step back from the binoculars and say something to one of the trainers. Sometimes the trainer would reply and at other times, he just nodded and made notes on a clipboard. Once or twice, she indicated to her partner who would look through the binoculars, step back and nod. 

With a quick word from the woman, two trainers trotted down the hill. They slowed as the members of the herd rose and stopped far enough away not to spook us into running. The members of the herd started to mill around, which was presumably their intention. Meanwhile, the woman's scrutiny of the herd continued, tracking the members of the herd with the binoculars as we moved jostled for position. It was clear that she was being thorough. 

I took the opportunity to slip next to Jenny. "What's going on, I whispered."

Jenny's mouth tightened, then she leaned her head in close and whispered, "it's a breeding round," in my ear. "That's all I can say at the moment."

"When can you say more?"

"Let's see what happens next." She straightened staring intently up the hill. 

My blood ran cold. I had no idea what a breeding round meant. I knew full well what it could mean but my mind couldn't process it. Small pangs of resentment washed over me at the tantalizing half explanation Jenny gave me. 

Then, one by one, the bracelets changed. Flashing once then turning green. Except for Jenny's. And Lauren's. And Janice, a diminutive blonde who'd hardly said a word all game. I looked around at the rest of the herd and there were only three until I held up my own wrists. I let out a gasp. My bracelet glowed an angry red. There were four of us. Four marked out for the breeding round.





"Jenny, what's happening?" I hissed, the urgency in my voice making heads turn.

Jenny looked down, then away before speaking. "It's nothing personal," she said. "You'll need to learn this one on your own. I hope you'll understand, Jemma."

I stepped back. I'd lost Holly and now Jenny had closed up. Still, I reasoned that this is what the other girls went through, those that didn't have a friend already in the game. "I understand," I wasn't sure I did understand. I knew that girls joined the game and were on their own. I was lucky to have Holly and for Jenny to take me under her wing. It still hurt. Deep down to be abandoned so suddenly. 

Jenny looked back at me and her sad blue eyes met mine. 

"It's OK," I said, repeating, "I understand." I paused, then said, "I'm... I'm sure, I'd do the same thing if the situation was reversed." Then I took a deep breath, "breeding round," I muttered, "How bad can it be?" I focused back at the trainers who by now were stripping off their shirts ready for the hunt. 





"Would you?" Jenny said.

Distracted, I asked, "would I? Would I what?"

"Would you do the same thing if you were me?"

"Sure," said with far more confidence then I felt. "Yeah. Of course."

Jenny sighed. Looked down then back at me. Suddenly she lunged forward, grabbed my shoulder and brought her mouth up to my ear. "The couple up there are looking for a breeder. That means whoever get caught gets impregnated."

They can't..." I said, shocked.

"They can. But we have an out. Your safeword. But unless you use it, then they'll take you and fuck you until your pregnant, and keep you until the baby is born."





"Keep me?"

"It means they'll pay your bills." She paused for breath then carried on. "Some girls are into that but most aren't. If you are, here's you chance."

I gasped. "I'm not ready for that."

"That figures," she said. "Most aren't. I'm not keen on being selected."

"Is there anything else?"

"No, that's it." She fell silent, then stepped back her eyes focused on the couple at the top of the hill. "Shit, I hope I don't regret telling you that," she muttered as she let go of my shoulder. "You're a good person, Jemma but once this hunt is on, you're on your own. There's four girls marked for breeding and one of is going to end up pregnant and I'm going to make sure it's not me."

"I understand, Jenny," I replied, genuinely grateful for the advice but at the same time terrified. I wanted to ask what would happen if I gave the safeword but I stayed silent. I looked over towards Lauren. She was at college so chances were she wouldn't want it a pregnancy. Janice has been silent all game but the shocked expression on her face, said it all. She knew what this meant and didn't want it either. I'd have to be faster than them. 

Jenny stepped away from me moving to the back of the pack. That was the signal for action as the other marked zebras moved to stand behind the safer members of the herd. 



Up on the hill, the man kissed the woman in the red dress on the lips then turned and trotted down towards the herd. We moved, keeping the open the distance between ourselves at the hunter. As one of our number sped up, so would the rest not wanting to be left behind. We jogged faster and faster until we were sprinting, me running alongside Jenny. She slowed and I turned my head back. The hunter and his small group of trainers trailed far behind, walking. I slowed and so did the other two girls slowly circling back. No one wanted to be a lone target. Not for this hunter. 



They stalked us sometimes walking and sometimes running. The changes in pace confused us, wearing us down with the frequent changes in pace. When we stopped it was to a chorus of our ragged and raspy panting for breath. Over time, it became clearer and clearer that Jenny was the stronger member of the group, often running out ahead and recovering her breath first in the short intervals between running. Janice on the other hand often flagged behind and when we stopped, stooped over taking deep gulping breaths. I stared at her as she leaned over, hands on her thighs her back heaving as she panted from the exertion. She looked up and her eyes met mine. Round with fear they revealed that she didn't want to be bred any more than any of the rest of us did but she knew she was tiring. She mouthed something that I didn't catch. Maybe a plea. Maybe words of encouragement. 

I said, "nothing personal, Janice. We're all on our own here."



Janice lowered he head, continuing to pant. 



The hunter by now had cut the distance to a third. We couldn't keep this up. It was only a matter of time. His eyes fixed on us, he burst into a sprint closing the distance at an incredible rate. Leaving the still bent over Janice, I raced off as the other girls scattered. 

A squeak followed by a scream made me turn around. The hunter had Janice, his arms wrapped tight around her chest he'd lifted off the ground, her legs windmilling in panic. Her face was a mask of terror and she wailed, "nooooo." By now the adrenaline kicked in and in her panic, her kicking legs threw him off balance and they both toppled over, him still holding her firmly around the chest as they fell with an "oomph." Once in the ground, Janice's legs found traction and she fought like an animal, twisting her body and bucking it to shake him off. But he clung on. Finally, he freed one arm from around her chest and slipped it around her neck trapping her in a headlock. Still she fought but with a growing sense of futility until her struggles slowed. After several minutes of struggling, she went limp quietly sobbing, "God no. Please no."



The end of her struggles acted as a signal for the trainers who moved in. Three trainers held her down as another clamped a collar with a long chain around her neck. He handed the other end of the chain to the hunter who clipped the other end of the chain onto his belt. Then everyone stepped back. 



With slow movements, Janice lifted herself up until she was on her hands and knees. She grabbed the chain around her neck jerking it to see if it would come loose. It held fast. She glanced over her shoulder following it's length only to see it securely hooked onto the hunter belt. She sagged back onto the grass. 

The whirring of an electric engine carried across the field as a golf cart raced over join the small crowd. It rolled to a stop and the lady in red stepped out. She strode over to the hunter and gave him a quick kiss before she turned her attention to Janice. Striding confidently, the lady marched up to the trapped girl. Reaching down, she grabed a fistful of hair and pulled Janice's head back to expose Janice's tear streaked face. She grunted then let the hair go and Janice's head fell forward, her blond locks cascading around her face. The lady slowly walked around Janice inspecting every inch of her captive. 



"Make her stand," the lady said. 

Two trainers raced forward and pulled Janice up to her feet. Janice stood shaking with her head down and her hair over her eyes. The woman in red put her finger out and lifted Janice's chin so she looked the woman in the eye. Janice's lips trembled as she stood. 



The ran her hands over Janice's pert tits. "I like these," she said. 

Janice flinched. 

The man nodded. "They look like yours, dear."

*Her figure is good," the woman in red said. Placing her finger on her chin as she studied Janice's naked, zebra-painted form one last time the woman in red came to a decision. "She'll do," she said. "Proceed."

The trainers holding Janice forced her to her knees then pushed her head down so her naked ass and pussy pointed at the woman's partner. He unhooked the chain from his belt and handed it to the woman in red. She twisted the chain around her hand several times, making sure her grip was secure as her partner stripped out of his track pants. His cock sprang free and the woman in red immediately reached down and wrapped her hand around it.



"Let's get that ready for you, honey," she said, even as she stroked it. 

Once it was hard and straight, he settled on his knees behind Janice and put his hands on her hips. Aware of the end game, Janice had a little fight left in her so she bucked and twisted out of his grip. Three trainers lunged towards Janice, grabbing her and holding her down as she screamed and struggled. 

Kelly, an experienced player like Jenny, standing next to me as she watched evens unfold muttered, "not good."

I could see why as two more trainers rushed in to help the three already pinning Janice down. One of them carried a long black sports bag. Four of the trainers held Janice down while the fifth unzipped the bag and pulled out leather straps and other paraphernalia. He secured the straps around Janice's limbs as the other trainers held her immobile. That wasn't the end of it for poor Janice. More equipment came out of the sports bag, lengths of chain and shiny metal bars. 

It was all over in a couple of minutes and when the trainers stepped back, they revealed a bound and immobilized Janice. On her knees, with her head on the ground and her ass up, leather cuffs circled her wrists and her ankles. Even worse, a single leather cuffs circled each thigh. The ankle cuffs, clipped to a short spreader bar held her legs apart exposing her cunt ready for fucking. Her arms, pulled under her body were clipped to the bar between her ankles using the cuffs on her wrists. In addition, small lengths of chain ran between the cuffs in her ankles and thighs preventing her from moving her legs. 



After the trainers stepped back, the woman in red stroked her partner a couple of times to harden him up again. He then tried again, kneeling down behind Janice and pressing the head of his now rock hard shaft against her plush lips. The woman tightened her grip of the chain around Janice's neck making it clink then she leaned over and kissed her partner passionately on the lips. With his lips locked onto the woman in red's, he thrust once, hard, driving himself deep into Janice's cunt. Janice grunted once then again as he started pumping, fucking his trapped and immobile quarry. The fingers in his hands dug deep into the flesh on her hips as he held her. 

After a short period of fucking, his thrusts increased in tempo and the woman in red ended the kiss. She asked, "are you close?"

The man grunted. 

"Tell me," she said. "Tell me when. I want to know the exact moment when you impregnate our bitch."

He grunted and thrust harder, the slap of his hips against Janice's ass contrasting with the silence of the field.

Strangely, my core flushed with heat as I watched the bizarre mating ritual, my pussy slick knowing I was going to witness the moment of conception for this bound girl.

"Soon," he grunted. "Oh fuck..." His pounding increased again, the slaps becoming louder and more rapid, then slightly irregular as he approached the climax. He let out a long, low growl and the flesh on Janice's hips whitened between his fingers. "Fuck, oh fuck...," he gasped, his breathing ragged.

"Red!" Janice groaned. Then louder she cried, "red, red, red." She screamed "I can't do this. Red." 

The trainers moved like lightening. Two pulled back the man while another four shot in and surrounded the still bound Janice. As two trainers led the couple away, the remaining four worked feverishly stripping Janice of her restraints. When they finished, one held her tight in his arms as Janice sobbed.

"I couldn't do it," she said. "I couldn't do it. I'm sorry."

"Shhh. It's OK," he said, "the game is over. We'll take care of you."

"I couldn't do this. I'm so sorry." She looked back at the trainer. "Please, I hope you understand."



One of the other trainers had returned from the golf cart carrying it a blanket. He held it out to drape it over Janice's shoulders. She shook her head. The trainer holding Janice in his embrace waved the blanket off.

[JEMMA]

Janice sobbed quietly. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

"Don't worry, the game isn't for everyone," the trainer replied. 

"That's what I'm afraid of," she said, her wide eyes pleading. "That you wouldn't think I was strong enough."

"It's OK," he replied. "You don't have to play."

"But that's exactly what I was afraid of," she replied. Tears steamed down her cheeks. "Please. Don't let me go."

He held her tighter, "I've got you. You'll be safe."

She pushed him back. "That's the problem," she cried. "I don't want to be safe. 

His brow furrowed. "I don't understand."

"I didn't want this," she said.

"What do you want?" he said reaching out and touching her hair.

She didn't flinch and leaned into his touch. "I don't want to be safe. I'm always safe. My life is safe. I have a safe job and a safe car and a safe family. I even have a fucking safe in my safe fucking house. I come here because it's not safe. It's the biggest thrill ever." Janice looked at the ground and in a tiny voice said, "I come here to be gangfucked." She raised her head and her voice. "You know what I really want? I want to be gangfucked and carried off the field like prey."



The trainer comforting Janice looked up at the three others around her. One of them shrugged. Another raised an eyebrow. The third nodded. The first trainer ran his hand down Janice's hair to the back of her head. He grabbed her hair in his fist and looked into her eyes. 



She relaxed into him, the whites of her eyes showing. "Do it," she said. "Please."

Using her hair, he turned her head towards the trainer who had nodded. He pulled down his track pants and put his hand on the top of Janice's head as he guided his cock inside her mouth. The first trainer pushed hard against Janice's head until her face was pushed into his pelvis driving his shaft all the way to the back of her throat. Janice retched and gagged at the intrusion, her hands coming up to press against the thighs in front of her. The first trainer pushed and held until she gurgled and the struggles became frantic then he roughly pulled her back, holding her head back hard by her hair.







"Is that what you want, bitch?" he said.

Janice said only three words, "thank you," followed by, "more."

We all watched amazed as this strange, quiet and unassuming woman was throatfucked until her face was a mess of spit, cum, mucus and spoiled makeup. 







Kelly, still standing next to me said, "she made the right choice to safeword out. But holy fuck, who would have guessed that there was such a shameless whore under that quiet exterior."





We stared mesmerized as the first trainer emptied his balls into her mouth, cum dribbling down her chin. The next of the trainers had her bent over shoving his cock deep into her pussy while the last of the four fed his cock into her mouth and she got fucked front and rear. 









Kelly shook her head slowly and said, "damn, it's the right thing for her." Then she turned to me, "but it's not good for you. Your chances just changed to one in three."







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[JEMMA]

Story 16

Blackmailing Tammie

I first noticed Tammie about two minutes into the semester. Late for class, she flounced into my lecture theatre, smiled an apology and took a seat, while I reminded myself that one of the true joys of academic life was the chance to have the full attention of girls like her. 





She was 18 - just - with long black hair, a bewitching smile on a face made to be wrapped around a cock, legs up to heaven, the tightest ass I'd ever seen, and cute, red-painted toenails on succulent feet. Yeah, I'm a foot man, so sue me.

Over the years I've learned two facts about incredibly gorgeous young things like Tammie. First , they inevitably know just how fucking hot they are and just how much most men will do to get into their panties. Second - and hallelujah - they see their university lecturers as a challenge. They can fuck pretty much any student they want, whenever they want, but to get a lecturer so hot that he'd put his career on the line to fuck them - now that is a worthy challenge.

I have never been immune to the game myself. I am under no illusions about my own attractiveness, of course. But if a hot little slut like Tammie is going to throw herself at me - well, I'm only human. I've enjoyed my share of student pussy over the years.

As the semester progressed, I watched and enjoyed Tammie's game of tease. Despite her youth, she was quite the expert, and seemed to instinctively recognise my foot fetish, so I was treated to a weekly parade of cute shoes, toenail polish and ankle bracelets, framed by ever-shortening skirts showing off those amazing legs, and brief tops putting her navel piercing and pert young tits on display. When my gaze settled on her and she caught my eye, she flashed me a delicious smile which said she knew exactly what I was looking at and why. The game was most definitely on.

For a while, though, I just enjoyed the view and did little more. She enjoyed putting on the show and I enjoyed watching, but she hadn't yet given any indication that she was doing anything more than just teasing. I'd seen her around campus a couple of times on the arm of a footballer, so it was most likely that he was the fuck and I was the tease. And hell, that was A-OK by me.





All that changed though when the class assignments came in. Politics students had become notorious for cheating, and I had begun accepting assignments electronically and running them through Turnitin, a software program which scans the assignment and searches the web for identical wording. There were usually a couple of cheats each semester, and they earned a 'fail' and a solid talking-to. On this occasion, only student came up as a cheat. Tammie.

At the end of the following lecture I left the graded papers along the front in alphabetical order and let the students grab their papers on the way out. Pretty soon, the only two left were Tammie and me.

She sauntered over, using her best sexy walk, perched on heels much too high for normal campus use, tits bouncing just so, liquid smile begging to be kissed. "Dr. Ang, my paper doesn't seem to be in here."

I looked at her a little harshly. Not the infatuated lecturer she was expecting. "No, Tammie, there was a problem with your paper. I think you already know that. My office is room 315. Be there at three this afternoon." I watched with great satisfaction as a flicker of fear crossed her face, then I turned and left.

I enjoyed a leisurely lunch, savoring the anticipation more than the food. This little bitch was about to learn more from Dr. Ang than she'd signed up for. By ten to three I was at my desk, pretending to be busy but actually rehearsing the afternoon in my mind. On a whim, I put my eye to the spyhole in my office door, and there she was, pacing the hallway outside, checking her watch every fifteen seconds or so.

She'd used the last few hours well. She'd changed into a ridiculously short sundress which put her ass and tits fully on display; she'd put on some sexy high heeled sandals which I happened to love, and she'd fixed her make-up perfectly. Clearly she expected to be able to fuck her way out of this one - and so she would, though not quite in the manner she was expecting. 

At precisely three, she knocked on the door, a tremulous, half-afraid knock. Looking through the keyhole, I waited and did not answer. Thirty seconds passed, and she knocked once more. Again, I declined to answer. As she was turning to leave, having decided I was not in, I opened the door. "Come in, Miss Tammie," I said.

She turned, biting her lip, and followed me into the office. I locked the door and took a seat behind my desk. I had removed the other chairs, leaving her with no option but to stand. She looked, and no doubt felt, just like a schoolgirl appearing before the principal.

"On the desk, Tammie, are two pieces of paper. One is your assignment. The other is an opinion piece written for the Mel Ashole late last year. Both papers have a section highlighted. Read them and see if you can see any similarities."

She was biting her lip now and trying not to cry, but even doing this she was a coquette in full control of her charms. She made a cursory display of looking at the papers but she knew what they'd show as well as I did.

"You realise, of course, that I have no option but to expel you."

Crunch time, or so she thought. She moved in close, put her hand on my shoulder, and half-whispered "I'm sorry, Doctor. Truly I am. I really don't want to get expelled ... Isn't there some other way we could work this out?" To leave me in no doubt as to her proposal, she slowly ran her fingertips from my shoulder up to my hairline, just behind my ear. Damn, I wanted to just turn and kiss her, but that would have spoiled everything.

"Did you really think you could get out of this just by offering to fuck me, Tammie? You're cute, but not that cute."

Now she looked shocked, and the tears were real. "Come on, Doctor. You don't understand. My parents will kill me. I can't get expelled. Please, there's got to be something ... anything ... please?"

That was perfect. Time to spring the trap. I pulled a digital camera from my desk drawer. "Perhaps we can find a way, Tammie. But we're talking about more than just one quick fuck here. Understand?" Her nod was so pathetically grateful I could have laughed. But it was time for some fun.

"To begin with, Tammie, I want you standing on the desk." She looked at me like I was mad, but I insisted, and she scrambled up onto my chair and from there onto the desk, her high heels a real hindrance now. I took the camera and started snapping high-res photos of her as she mounted the table, followed by a couple of hot upskirt ones.

She looked at me in horror. "Are you some kind of pervert or something?"

I laughed. "Yes, Tammie, I am. More to the point, I'm the pervert who can have you thrown out of this university. Now, lose the dress and smile."

[JEMMA]

She was crying again as she removed her dress, unbuttoning a couple of the buttons then lifting it over her head, leaving her hair slightly mussed. I made her smile through the tears though, as I snapped photos of the incredible young body slowly becoming revealed to me.



Her ivory-colored bra and thong panties were clearly purchased for show and, frankly, they did a damned good job. My cock was straining the inside of my pants but it would have to wait a little while yet. "Keep going," I told Tammie. "The bra next."



She twisted her arms behind herself to unclasp her bra, her face flushed bright red with a delicious combination of humiliation, fear and anger. The bra dropped to the floor by my feet and I took some amazing photos of the tits she'd been teasing me with all semester long. "The panties, Tammie."



She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and eased them over her hips, letting them slip down to the desk where she stepped out of them, leaving her, naked but for her heels, perched on my desk, her head almost brushing the ceiling. She was perfect, her dark, trimmed pussy hair framing slick, slightly puffy pussy lips. I had her turn so I could set eyes on a flawless ass, heart-shaped and high, her asshole peeking down at me from her high position. I finally finished taking photos - I had maybe 40 - and set the camera down.



Walking to Tammie, I began by caressing the cheeks of that wonderful ass, feeling her shudder with fear, pleasure or both as I ran a finger down her asscrack and over her anus.



Taking her by the hips I turned her towards me, and slipped two fingers very easily into one very tight yet very aroused young pussy. "I think you're enjoying this more than you'd like to admit, Tammie," I said. She whimpered slightly as my thumb found her clit and I began working her both inside and out.

I had her kneel, now, on all fours on the desk. More photos of the fantastic view from behind, then I leaned in and began to eat. Long, slow licks at first, outside her pussy, licking away stray moisture, licking up and down her lips as she reached back and began gently rubbing her clit. Her hips were working, now, moving in tight circles and pressing back gently against my face. At last, my tongue found its way inside her, parting her lips and tasting her from the source. So young, so fresh, so utterly delicious.

Her moans were more urgent now as her fingers and my tongue between them brought her closer to climax. Such pretty moans, somewhere between begging and whimpering and low, guttural moans of pure sex. Then, suddenly, she tipped over the edge into orgasm, the humiliation of her position forgotten in the intensity of the moment. She ground her pussy back into my face, riding the sensation as long as she could, before it became too much, and she fell forward onto my desk, a wet quivering mess (and another beautiful photo).







I gave her a couple of minutes to recover, but we weren't done yet. After all, turnabout is fair play. "Kneel down on the floor, Tammie," I said, "and pull my cock out."



She took a moment to respond, but slid from the desk and found herself kneeling on her dress and carefully undoing my trousers, easing them down and slipping off my boxer shorts. I had been hard for ages, and was dripping pre-cum like a fire hose. Not needing any instructions, Tammie began licking the length of my cock, closing that pretty little mouth over the head for just a moment at the top of each stroke.



After a minute or so she paused mid-lick. "Dr Ang, I really, really don't like to swallow cum? Must I?"

I laughed. She'd been a good girl overall, and I had other plans anyway. "Just keep sucking," I told her. She attacked my cock now, taking it into her mouth and sucking hard up and down the shaft. Looking down I was treated to the amazing sight of her model-gorgeous face, pouty lips wrapped around my cock, eyes still looking up at me, begging not to have to swallow. 



My moans grew more intense now as I entered those final moments when orgasm is inevitable, my whole body straining for release. At the last possible second, I pulled my cock from her mouth and sprayed jets of cum onto that pretty young face. She tried to pull away but I held her in place, adding a second, a third, a fourth string of cum. 



When I was done, she looked around for a tissue, but I had her pose, smiling, for several great facial shots before allowing her to clean up and dress. She was crying again, such pretty tears. "So we're even now? You won't expel me?"

I laughed softly. "I won't expel you, Tammie, but we're far from even. You see, I have these photographs." I held up the camera and enjoyed her stricken look. "Unless you want these to begin appearing in some unusual places online, or, say, at your father's workplace, then I'd say it's in your interests to come when I call, fuck where, when and how I demand, and generally do as you're told. Wouldn't you agree?"

She was furious but beaten. "You fucking bastard," she whispered. I couldn't agree even more!!!

[topofyou8922]

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[JEMMA]

2 weeks had passed since I had commenced blackmailing Tammie and had decorated her gorgeous young face with cum. During those 2 weeks I had made no effort to contact her, and had only seen her in class.



Why the delay? Obviously what I really wanted to do was drag the bitch off to my cave every evening and fuck her within an inch of her life. But waiting made sense. First, it gave me time to think and plan. One mistake, one momentary lapse, could turn the tables and find me, at her mercy, with my career - and maybe a jail term - on the line. So I'd carefully backed up Tammie's photo shoot, keeping copies for myself and also parking copies on a server overseas. I thought carefully about how to communicate with Tammie without giving the game away - leaving behind no trail of emails, text messages or phone records.



The delay was also useful for throwing Tammie off balance. She was a beautiful young woman. Incredibly sexy, and completely in my thrall, so she too expected to be used regularly, if not daily. Strangely, I think she may have even been affronted that, having caught her, I wasn't taking every chance I could to use her. 

She turned up to the first lecture after her blackmail began, dressed far more demurely than previously. Jeans, sneakers, a slightly baggy t-shirt, little make-up. Enough to say "I'm not teasing you any more, Sam Ang." I actually rather liked the defiance - and besides, I had recent memories and recent photographs of that gorgeous body naked, and those succulent lips wrapped around my cock. She's looked at me expectantly all lecture, waiting for a reaction. I ignored her, and surreptitiously observed her growing confusion.

At the end of the lecture she waited a minute or so, letting the crowds clear, giving me a chance to pull her up. She seemed to expect it somehow. I ignored her, pretending to be busy with my papers, and she left, smiling hopefully. I could almost read the little whore's mind. "I'm free," she was thinking. "Sam Ang has lost his nerve, I've gotten away with cheating on my paper, and all it cost me was a blowjob."



Today, she walked into my lecture positively glowing with victory. Another week had passed without contact. She was back in a skirt, tight little top, cute shoes. Far from her sluttiest effort, but confident enough to show off a little. Silly bitch. I got on with the lecture, working through my material on voting systems, giving Tammie about a third of my eye contact, looking at her directly, staring into her eyes. 



The first time our eyes met, there was a satisfying flicker of uncertainty on her face. "He's not ignoring me now. Why not?" The second time, she bravely tried to hold my gaze and stare me down, but averted her eyes after just a few seconds. The third time, uncertainty had been replaced by fear. She spent much of the lecture looking straight down at her notebook, occasionally lifting her eyes but fearfully dropping them again whenever my gaze took her. I suspect she didn't learn too much about voting systems.



At the end of the lecture, I had another surprise for her. I wound up my summary, then asked "Is Tammie here today?" Students looked around and began packing their bags as she raised her hand. She was biting her lip nervously - she knew something was up. "Tammie, I have the papers you requested, if you'd like to come by my office and pick them up, say, at one o'clock?" She nodded, looking pale faced and trying not to cry. Without another look, I left the theatre.





One o'clock rolled around, and a soft knock at my door announced Tammie. I opened the door, smiling pleasantly enough to fool any passers-by. Tammie stood there with two friends. My own private porno star thought she could put me off by bringing reinforcements, did she?