The autumn breeze brushed against my skin faintly and gently. I wish such weather would just pass by and be summer again. I thought to myself about my trips to the beach last summer and I had new swim wear I bought at the end of summer I was just dying to slip into again. I was kind of an outcast in school outside of my cheerleading team. Not many people liked my bitchy attitude and I couldn’t blame them. I was a complete bitch. Sometimes I think I’d be better off if I could just grow away from that side of me, but it’s part of me and my dad was always a fanatical believer in embracing who you are.
Today was wonderfully pleasant. Classes went by quick, lunch food was decent, the sun was out, but then I got that text before eighth period class. It was from some varsity football idiot who starred at me every practice. It was honestly creepy and someone else gave him my number. He’s bothered me a few times to which I just ignored. In the message it said he wanted to hang out after school. I laughed internally thinking how stupid he must be to think I would say yes. But then I got another message from him. As I opened the message it just said “If you don’t show up this will be on the school’s website.” I opened the picture and almost dropped my phone from shock. My whole body started shaking and breathing got difficult. Thoughts raced through my mind wondering where he got this, how he got this, why, when and so on. I couldn’t think straight I thought I was going to throw up. My stomach churned as my body shaked more and more. The thought of someone on the football team being friends with one of my neighbors and who took a picture of me masturbating one night. The thought ran over and over in my mind and I thought it was impossible. It had to be a bluff right? Something they photoshopped or something? My thinking got worse and worse and slowly degraded into nothingness.
When I compiled my composure into something acceptable and presentable, I headed off to meet with the creep at his requested spot. He wanted to meet in the team lockers alone. When I arrived the doors were closed but not locked. I let myself and walked around for a bit before I heard tapping, a type of taping like someone being a phone. I walked towards the sound and saw him, creepy and hunched over playing with his phone. He didn’t seem to notice me or he was just more interested in looking at whatever was on his phone. Either way I wasn’t waiting for him to start this conversation. “Where the hell did you get that creep!?” I barked.
The creep looked up from his phone and replied “Oh hey Rebecca. I was just looking at some of the shots I got here of you.” He lifted up his phone to show other pictures of me masturbating. My face reddened and my voice became stuttered and cracked. They weren’t fake. They were real. He had so many. I couldn’t believe it. “Oh you look a little embarrassed? You know in these pictures it looks like you were really into like a kinky slut needing her fill.”
“Don’t speak like you know me creep. Now delete those or I’m calling the cops.”
“Aww now don’t go and spoil this thing we got here.”
“What the hell did you say!?”
“I said I’m gonna upload these pictures faster than you can call the cops and I’ll make sure to ruin your perfect little bubble life if you ruin mine or we can talk this one out.”
I stuttered back and collided with a locker as I turned back to face him he was already in my face. My breathing was heavy and my face was red. “Get back!” I shouted as I tried to push him away. But as he pretended to be pushed he grabbed my arm and pulled me into him and gripping me tight holding my arms over my chest. I wiggled and fought against his grip but it was no use. He was so much stronger than me.
“Now now don’t be so feisty your pretentious bitch. Now here’s what’s gonna happen.” He paused to lean in closer to my ear. I felt the heat of breath and his disgusting odor. My gut churned and wretched at his unhidable foulness. I tried wiggling some more hoping to break free and then he finished “You’re gonna do a strip dance for me. Do that and the pictures are gone forever.”
“Are you insane!? Let me go right now you pervert!” I felt such disappointment in the sigh that came after my response. He slid his hand under my shirt and started rubbing my belly. The hands were rough and felt oily. I writhed and squirmed trying to get his disgusting hands off me but it was no use. Then I felt a bite into my neck. A small moan left my mouth as he I felt the teeth break on the skin of my neck. I tried to bite my lip to suppress my moan but it was no use. He pulled on my waist in closer to him as he ran his tongue up the fresh bite marks.
“Now now Rebecca we can both enjoy ourselves here.” He sounded so cocky it irritated me. “I’m just asking for one little dance. Surely you can throw aside some of your pride for that.”
“Fine….. “ I said with a huge sense of regret washing over me.
“Fine what?” he pestered sarcastically
“Fine … I’ll give you a strip tease. J-Just let me go already.” And with that he let me go and motioned me to get started. I sighed, averting my gaze to the floor. This was insane. This felt like a nightmare. I couldn’t process the horror of this moment.
“Hurry up bitch. You don’t want the whole football team to stop by before you finish,” He jested. I couldn’t tell immediately if he was joking or if the grand scheme was indeed to have the whole football team come in at some unfortunately timed moment. I had to think of some other way to get out of this. Set myself free without digging myself further into my own grave. I remember having to sit down with my parents after my first date with a boy. They talked to me about how not okay they were with me being a slut, fucking around the school. They gave me permission to masturbate at least but if I was ever caught dead doing something they didn’t approve of they would throw me out to the street. “That’s it, I’m sending this off to the site,”
“Wait no! Stop! L-Look I’m doing it okay just don’t please!” I hastily unbuttoned my button down top and spread it wide revealing my basic blue cotton bra. It was a bit small but it hid my nipples well if they got hard in the cold weather. My chest wasn’t exactly big but it wasn’t small either. My breathing go labored “Look see it’s coming off. Just please don’t do it.”
“Much better but I think your slut ass can do better. Make it feel more erotic, more authentic.” He was grinning from ear to ear. It disgusted me. I had no choice but my stomach, no, my whole body rejected this completely. I wasn’t exactly a romantic but I couldn’t bite down on the idea to do this for someone I disliked. I hate him now. He knew how powerful his hold was over me and that made me even more infuriated. I swayed my hips side to side, trying to think about how to mike it more erotic as I slipped my shirt off. As my shirt fell to my elbows, I thought bending them to hold my shirt up and rubbing my tummy would be ok. The facial expression on his face seemed to be good enough for what I was doing. I motioned his hand as if he wanted me to spin around. I take my hand above my head and spin around putting my back towards him still swaying my hips. It’s at this point I didn’t know what else to do.
“Now lose the top completely,” I heard from behind me. I threw my hands down straightening my arms as best I could so gravity could do the rest. I started rubbing my hands across my stomach again. “Now turn back around. I want a better view of your front without that top blocking my view.” My disgust only got higher but I tried not to show it. I kept my hips swaying and my hands moving either on my stomach, through my hair or teasing my skirt by pulling on the band.
“Go on,” He would say when I pulled on my skirt’s waistband. “Take it off already.” taking off my top was hard enough but taking off my skirt, showing of my panties. I couldn’t stomach that thought and I stopped. “What the hell are you doing. Keep going bitch or I’m posting.”
“Please I’m begging you. Don’t do this you’ll ruin my life. My parents will kick me out if those pictures get leaked. I’ve already shown off so much please. Just end this.” I pleaded desperately hoping he would let me free.
He laughed at me. My face painted with grief and despair as he laughed. I started to cry. Tears ran down my cheek, streaking some of my make up. I bowed my head in anguish hoping I’d wake up and this torture would end. It would take my a second to bypass my state of weakness and depression to notice, there was someone else here. Someone else watching, maybe even recording. I wasn’t digging myself out. I was digging myself further in. This nightmare wasn’t going to end. It was going to get worse, much worse. I got up quickly and brushed him to grab my shirt. I had to get out of here before things got unescapable. I’d take my chances with my parents. I was about to suffer forever under this creeps fingers. I slipped into my shirt and started buttoning up my shirt. I could hear his threats in the back of my head. I just had to block them out a little more until I got away.
I covered myself up enough to head outside and escape to my car without drawing too much attention. My make up was ruined and my shirt was dirty from the floor but at least they covered up my breasts. As I put my hand on the door I tried to push outward. It was at that moment that I realized, I was already too deep. The door was locked from the outside. There was no other way out I could make it too without him pulling me back. I froze. The feelings from before were just minor thoughts compared to this. Was he planning on raping me? Kidnapping me? Hurting me? My head raced all over the place afraid. I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t trust any of my senses.
It would be a few seconds before the creep would put his hands on me but that snapped me back instantly to my senses. I tried to escape but he held on really tight. “Let go of me! I don’t care post it if you want. Just let me go!” I could see the look in his eyes. He wasn’t going to let go. Maybe he was just testing me until I couldn’t stand it anymore. Then he would reveal the real reason he brought me here. I tried slapping him and punching him, even tried to kick his legs. They were effectively useless and just wasted my energy.
“Now, now there’s no need for that,” he laughed. I was done for. He grabbed my wrist of the arm I used to try and fight back and put it behind me with my other arm. I fought and I fought and I fought. It was no use. He was too strong. I heard behind me the sound of tape being peeled from it roll. “W-What are you doing!?” I squirmed and I reathed trying to get free and then I felt the tape on my wrists. I started to scream, screaming as loud as I could. “Help! Help! Somebody! Anybody! Help me!” I kept screaming as much as I could but it wouldn’t last. He slapped one piece of tape over my mouth, and then another and another. I wasn’t exactly silent but I was much quieter. If no one heard me before they definitely wouldn’t now. I started crying again. I knew I was about to be raped or worse.
He threw me back against a nearby locker and looked me dead in the eyes. I saw hate, and anger. Maybe it was a reflection of mine but I knew he was angry as well. He punched me in the gut and laughed when I fell to the floor winded. “Not so high and mighty now are we bitch. You always thought yourself so much better and above everyone.” I tried to crawl away or push myself up run but he just kicked me back to the floor. “Don’t move bitch. I’m not done with you. If you’re not gonna give me what I want, I’m gonna take it.” With that line I screamed and frantically fought against him. He ripped off my top and pulled down my bra. He start groping my breasts, playing and pinching my nipples. What little noise I made was a mix of cries and screams. He smacked my boobs laughing. It stung so much. I was crying streams of water down my face.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse I heard footsteps. Not just one but many. It was more of the football team. I recognized the quarterback, the runningback and the team captain. The other four I never noticed before. “I see you got her all setup for us brad. Pictures worked like a charm,” one of the four unknown players said.
“Yea well she didn’t want to stay put until you guys got here so I had to restrain her a bit,” Brad responded.
“I see that man. She really is a dumb bitch. Not just for falling for the trap but making it so easy for us to capture her.” The quarterback said. I tried to speak through the three layers of tape covering my mouth but nothing but distorted words and sounds could be heard. “What was that honey? I couldn’t quite catch that.”
“I think she was cursing you out man.” The running back said.
“Guys enough. Get out. She’s mine.” The words emitted from an unknown person. Someone I couldn’t yet see. Footsteps approached from beyond the players. I tried to squirm giving me a way to see who it was but I couldn’t.
“What!? Already!?.” one of the players contested
“Yeah… I caught her and set this whole thing up. We deserve a bit of time with her.” Brad said. I felt like a piece of meat. Property.
“I don’t care what you want. And I gave you those pictures so I set this up. Now beat it. I’ll keep my end of the deal and let you have her for a bit.” Said the unknown voice. The players groaned and headed to the door where they used a key to unlock it. They left slowly brad shot me a look as he left and mouthed “I”m gonna make you my bitch real soon”
I rolled over to where the unknown voice was coming from. My eyes widened. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t comprehend it. It was impossible but yet there he stood. “Hey Becca…. Long time no see.”
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