Blackmail in action – Julia’s Timebomb Chapter One.

Silas Webb was late for work, riding his bike quickly through Selwood St. to make the evening shift at the Talbot Inn. He barely noticed movement to his right; it looked like someone crouched down next to a parked car. *Probably a flat tire*, he thought to himself. He didn’t have the time to help, solicitous as he is, not this time.

However, had he also been his normal punctual self, or even a little less pressed with time, he’d have made a turn at Gay St. just in time to see the girl, momentarily hidden under that car, walking down the street in her birthday suit. As it was, he missed her. And now Julia was struggling to come back to her feet. It’s not that easy to do it with your hands handcuffed behind your back, on stiletto boots that also had cuffs linked by a thin chain.

She had spotted Silas in the nick of time. And int hat flash of a moment she also recognized him as the bartender at the Inn she was staying with Mz. Anna. Marvelous place, with one oft hose old fashioned beds with four poles around it, so useful for play. Mz. Anna, she would be waiting.

*I must hurry*, she thought. *She said I have to make it to the rendezvous in 20 minutes, or she’ll leave me to come back on my own. Would she really be that mean? She wouldn’t, not when we’re staying at that place. How can I enter the reception in this state?*

Before last summer, Julia had never met Mz. Anna.That was when she made up her mind to give her life away. I once asked her why anyone would want to do that. She said why do I do anything in my life? I don’t know. I was probably edging at the time.

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*Wait a minute, what do you mean, you asked her? Is this a real girl we’re talking about? I thought this was a fictional story.*

It is. And it is not. Why did you come here to read it? Is it even the first time your eyes were caught by a title with the word ‘blackmail’ on it? How much more do you need to take the leap from edging to an erotic tale to the reality of being found helpless at the mercy of someone else? Let me go back to Julia.

*Yes, please.*

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It was 5am. Julia woke up to wet sheets; the summer was high, the night was hot, and she had been edging on the bed. She got up and looked at the empty street in front of her house.Her gaze went back inside and rested on the laptop on the desk. She hadn’t had much time to sleep, and she really wanted more. She had to get on the laptop now though, to review the steps of her challenge for today.

1 – Leave your house wearing 7 articles of clothing. Put the following items in a bag: a blindfold, a ring gag,a dildo, a bullet vibe, plenty of clothespins, your phone and earbuds, shoes. Your collar and jewelry don’t count as articles of clothing.

2 – DM me just before you leave the house and make sure I’m online.

3 – Make sure you have the file uploaded in your phone, but don’t open it before walking out the door

4 – Open the file then for your first question,stand on the spot. Don’t move until you answer it or pay the penance.

5 – I don’t expect you to answer all the questions. Whenever you don’t, drop an article of clothing on the spot. When you run out of clothes, put a clothespin on your body.When you run out of pins, beg for a punishment.

6 – Walk 100 steps and open the second question and repeat the process

7 – When you make it to the end of the questionnaire, drop to your knees and go back like a dog, collecting all your clothes. You’re not allowed to wear any of them until you reach the first item.

And there was a gif too. Two men spit roasting a beautiful girl, her head dropped down the end of the bed, taking that huge cock down the throat while fucked by the other. And a question: “On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do you wish it were you here?”

A smile came on her face and she wrote back: 10

She put a finger on her cunt and looked at the blank screen until an answer came up:

“Good Morning to you too! Are you ready to go?”

“Yes”

“Good girl”

She breezed through 7 questions and she already couldn’t see her house. She turned left on main street heading towards the park, and from there to the hiking trail. It was dangerous at night, but she’d rather risk it like that than take the risk on what she was about to do during the day. It should be dawn soon anyway.

The jacket came off right off the side of a convenience store, lights still on, people inside. Is that the places he would have to get dressed on her way back? Oh God, shivers covered her from head to toe, and the panties went wet.

The question she didn’t answer? “What’s the name of your city?” In hindsight, maybe she should have answered that one, not too doxxing … but, you know, small town.

“Done?”

“Yes Sir”

“Good, walk 100 more steps”

She had reached the park when her pants were left behind. Still ok, they were yoga pants under the skirt she still had on. The Question? “Your full name?” Can’t say that. She scrolled to the next page: “Have you ever whored yourself?”

*Gosh…that one.*

“You really want to find out my darkest secrets,don’t you?”

“Yes, I do. Answer the question,” came up on her cell.

“Ok, one night I did”

“Short of cash or any other reason?”

“both, I could use the money and … was dared to”

“how many people?”

“two”

“same time?”

“No”

“Ok, move on, 100 more steps”

There were many easy, nice questions in between:“A song that you love”. He was like this, throwing degrading words like afterthoughts and pulling her back with intimacy the very next second. It was confusing and thrilling at the same time. Lyrics of many songs getting mixed up in her mind: “If you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all…….”But I know what he’s doing – she thought, he’s trying to get me off guard, he acts so calm and friendly and sweet in one moment and then I believe in everything he says …

“Where are you now? What do you see?”

“Passing by the abandoned factory, close to the hiking trail now”

“An abandoned factory? Really? So many things come to mind now.”

“I know… I thought about it”

“I’m sure you did slut, next question then,scroll”

There it was: “What’s your address?”

“I can’t say that.”

“You know what that means: off with the shirt”

Entering the woods the sun was rising and she was on bras and panties. “What’s your mother’s email?”, and off goes her bra. She was naked and clothes pins on breasts and pussy before long. Confessions that she could make, she did. That night at the bar, the roommate, the first kiss, the back of the car, the broken heart, her dead sister. She laughed sometimes, she wanted to cry sometimes. Mostly, her clit was pulsing under a clothes pin and she wanted to cum.

“May I cum Sir?” (that was the way it goes,right? That’s what it is like to lose control)

“You may not slut, didn’t finish your file, got still a few more questions to answer, scroll”

“Yes, Sir”

“What’s the name of the person who you admire the most and you’d never want them to know anything about your darkest secrets?”

“Can’t say that Sir”

“Out of clothespins?”

“Yes, Sir”

“Beg then bitch”

“May this slut be punished, Sir?”

“Put the bullet vibe in, turn it on, gag yourself, push the dildo up your ass, get on your knees and crawl your way back to retrieve your clothes. You can only get your clothes with your hands after lifting them with your tongue and teeth. Every time the dildo drops, go back and fuck yourself in the ass 50 times.”

Why did it have to turn her on so much?

“Yes Sir”

Have you ever tried to pick up clothes with your mouth using a ring gag? It’s nearly impossible. She had to push her panties with her nose, trying to shape them into a bulge, large enough to enter the gag like a dildo that she’d suck in. Sucked quite a bit of dirt with it too, though that wasn’t as dirty as she was feeling. Could it ever get dirtier than that? And in the back of her mind she knew it was a bottomless pit that she had in front of her.

She kept her legs as shut as possible, trying to keep the dildo in her ass. It didn’t help that the vibe kept pestering her and she had to crawl like a dog. Her clothes were mounting on her back as she slowly managed to pick them up. He hadn’t actually told her to do that, but that way she felt like a pack animal.

*God, what’s wrong with me?*

And then it happened, just when she was near the entrance to the track, the dildo fell out. A distressed sigh left her lungs as she let her clothes fall to the floor and positioned herself to violate her ass, with a sightline to the motorway down the hill. Cars were already plenty at this hour, speeding fast, she could see them all clearly. They’d see her too, if she weren’t partially hidden by trees and if they cared to look to the side and not straight ahead. 34, 35, 36 … *gosh that vibe*…

Someone, on the overcrossing down the motorway, he just popped up. Was he already there? No, he’s not looking at her. But he’s right there, right in front of her. *He will see me* – she thought.

“Master, can I cum?”…….“Master ?”……..45, 46, 47… *Oh shit, he’s looking this way*….49, 50.“Master can I … FUCK, fucking shit phone,noooo”

*Did I say that aloud? How loud? The man, on the overcrossing, where is he? He’s not there anymore, did he see me? Is he coming here?*

Julia grabbed her clothes and ran. Clothespins off, vibe on the bag, she heard steps. No time for panties, just the skirt and shirt, and she ran. As a couple came jogging up the path she ran past them, out of the woods without looking back, only then to realize she still had her ring gag on. As she took it off, her heart was beating much faster than it would had she been in a marathon race.

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*What happened to the phone?*

Is that really what you want to ask me?

*Just, was it dead? With no signal?*

What does it matter what happened to the damn phone? Ask me what you really want to know, ‘cmon.

*So, this is the same girl from before?*

You know it is. Ask me what you want to know.

*But she was with a woman then, and now she’s with a man.*

I think her choices vary. That’s not what you want to know.

*Why was she doing this?*

I already answered that, you were not paying attention.

*I was, it’s just… I’d never be able to do that…*

Sure you would. What would you have to lose?

*If someone caught me? I could be raped. That was not safe. Did you really make her do that?*

First, I didn’t say it was me. Second, I don’t think anybody made her do it, other than herself. Third, she knew the risks from the start and she did it anyway. Can you accept that people sometimes just don’t want to be safe?

*I guess…*

Let me tell you more

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He was a highly rated player and I got him. The bishop that just captured my knight left the central pawn unprotected and now after check … and a message popped up on my screen. Now,after all this time, there you are again … fuck this game, I resign.

“It’s been a while…”

“I know, I’m sorry, I … it was too much, but I’m here now, can you talk?”

“Sure, how are you?”

“I’m ok. I’m in a hotel. They put us in quarantine.”

“Are you ok?”

“Oh yeah. I don’t have corona, don’t worry. A nurse in my group had first contact with an infected person. I am like third in line, but they put us all together in a hotel. I have to stay here for 14 days.”

“How long have you been locked in already?”

“4 days. I … I’ve been thinking about you,since I came here”

“Good to know”

Have you ever had a person in your life for whom you lusted without measure but that you definitely knew was not meant for you? Would you be willing to guide them to a path that leads away from you and into their own fate? What if this fate was one that they clearly craved for, but was certain to put them at risk? Do you think you’d be morally obliged to stop them? Or do you think that, by doing so, first: you’d only be postponing the inevitable and second: you’d really be just deluding yourself hoping they’d be grateful enough to stay with you?

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“This is it, this is your coin toss, call it”

Julia kept staring blankly at the screen, taking her some time to make sense of the words in front of her. She just noticed now: her hands were shaking. She had been here before, many times.

“Coin, Sir?”

“Yes, call it”

“Call it? For what?”

“Just call it”

“Well, we need to know what we’re calling it for here.”

“You need to call it, I can’t call it for you,that wouldn’t be fair.”

“I didn’t put anything up…”

“Yes, you did. You’ve been putting it up your whole life, you just didn’t know it”….

“Are you going to punish me Sir?”

“You may call heads, then you’ll go free, and it will be your lucky coin”

“But I can’t put it in my pocket…”

“Exactly, otherwise it will be just like any other coin… And you don’t want that anymore, do you?”

“No Sir, I don’t.”

“Then call it”

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“I’m doing the drive Sir”

“Ok then, we’ve got work to do”

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*What the fuck was that about the coin?*

You’ll figure it out, don’t press me on that. Do you have any other questions?

*What is the drive?*

A red one.

*What is a red drive?*

A life choice.

*What choice?*

To not have any.

*What do you mean?*

I mean you need to hear more

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For the next three months Julia went about town performing all kinds of tasks. All with pictures to prove she performed them. She didn’t send me any of those, I never asked.They were all for her private file.

She wrote all kinds of degrading things on her body, she took a nude selfie inside a changing room of a lingerie shop, she asked the attendant of a sex shop to plug her ass, she had sex with a stranger and, yes, she did lick the urinal of a men’s restroom, but she made sure to take cleaning products with her and cleaned it all up first.

In the end, she had in the file: a photo wheres he’s nude holding her driver’s license, loads of selfies, videos of her (masturbating, having sex, sucking toys, playing with toys,confessing to the most disturbing fantasies and one more: giving permission to whoever found such file to save and use the contents however they want, whenever they want, forever…)

Then she went to a special place on the web and deposited her treasure there. A link to that place was posted somewhere else, and then another link, and another, and another. Too many to say here, too little to ensure her safety. Safe was no longer a word that applied.

The day finally came and went. A crowd gathered and roared. A pack of wolves went loose on the trail. A prey was hunted to the ground. A penance was paid for the dare. Some of us just stood and stared. As she was caught on the web. A spider had come prepared. And the deed was done. Her Timebomb Challenge had been won.

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Julia heard the ping and opened up her eyes.

A message had just arrived. Someone was asking her to chat.

“Julia ?”

“Yes…”

“My name is Anna, I have your file.”

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*Is that it?*

What is it?

*The end of the story. Is there nothing more?*

You know there is. She’s out there, she’s living her life, she’s owned now.

*But what happened next?*

What do you want to happen next?

*What do I have to do with it?*

You could be her.

*I don’t want to. Why would I? This is madness. This works in fantasy. It can’t be done.*

Can’t? Won’t? It’s up to you. But if you do want to know more…

*I do.*

Then go to: >!Can’t say here, they won’t let me. But DM me and I’ll tell you.!<

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