Beth was the youngest child of 3, her two older sisters were about 7 or so years older than her. While they were related, Beth rarely saw either of them, but even with this distance, they both remained role models to her.
Somewhere in between Beth’s childhood and her sisters teen years, her mother had a mental break, so to speak. Almost overnight, Beths mom became over the top, excessively, religious. This happened when Beth was about 6 or 7. It’s what drove her sisters away.
Throughout school and brief interactions with her classmates, Beth picked up on the fact that she was pretty sheltered and missing out on a lot of experiences and knowledge (of the sexual nature) that others her age were privy to. This of course was because of her mom, but that didn’t become apparent to Beth till years later. By the time Beth was a sophomore in high school, she hadn’t even had a kiss before, though never from lack of interest or desire.
Junior year finally comes and Beth is forced to take a sex ed class, mandated by the school. Her mom protested, but to no avail, it was part of the curriculum. It was here that Beth saw just how sheltered she was and how much fun she was missing out on.
After that class, almost immediately when she got home, she went online and started doing “research”. It was then she saw a penis for the first time, shortly followed by her first porn as well as many other firsts.
One thing caught her eye in particular. Something apparently called exhibitionism. She had always been told that sex was extremely private and personal and supposed to be between you and your husband and nobody else. So the thought of having sex in front others was not only enticing for the sex, but the thrill of doing the one thing I’ve been indoctrinated not to do, was, exhilarating, to say the least.
It didn’t take her long to delve deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole of porn and related areas on the internet. By the end of her junior year she had met someone online; Gil. Gil was a bit older, but was a self described professional “master”, which from her research, Beth had figured out was the proper name for someone into what she was getting more and more into. Gil and Beth never ended up meeting, but his place in Beth’s story is just as important.
They met in a chatroom online and immediately hit it off. Him coming from a similar background, and seeming to know just what to say at just the right time, won Beth over very easily. Where she was reluctant to trust strangers in every other situation, she threw caution to the wind and trusted him completely right away. For the first year or so, they talked almost daily, refraining from anything sexual, sticking strictly to asexual things and just learning each other. Beth thought she loved him in her own way; up until meeting him, she was only close with her mother, and with her she couldn’t truly be herself or talk about what she wanted, so with him and this new outlet of expression, she grew attached.
This went on for about a year before it.. changed.
The night of the “incident” was after that year, and took place on a Friday night. The “incident” was fairly inooculous throughout it, and only became sinister after.
School let’s out that Friday and Beth rushes home right away, the entire time she was ruminating about what might take place later that night. She gets home, runs to her room, locks the door, and logs into the chat room. Her and Gil had been planning this for a month; she had been anticipating this night since it was planned, she couldn’t wait to get naked for a guy for the first time.
So she logs on, goes through her friends list, and her heart sinks as she sees Gil isn’t online. She tells herself she’s early so it’s fine, but regardless, she can’t help but feel insecure and worry about him getting cold feet.
Right as she’s convincing herself to logoff in a last stitch show of dignity, she sees Gils name pop up on her friends list.
Almost as soon as he came online, a video chat window pops up, and she accepts.
“Alright babe, you ready? I sure as hell am!”
As if realizing this was real and was happening, as soon as Gil said that, she felt a knot forming in the pit of her belly as the voice in the back of her head saying to stop grew louder and louder. As the thought floated across her mind, Beth found herself standing up, sliding her finger under the strap of her shirt and tugging it off so her shirt sagged on the right side, revealing her black lacy bra completely on one side and just slightly on the other. Before she could even recognize what she just did, she found her other hand moving towards the other strap and dropping that side too; revealing her entire upper body except for the black lacy bra.
So there she stood in front of her computer, with her top entirely off, exposed and vulnerable, and all the while, hearing her inner voice repeating a mantra declaring poor choices. Despite all this, she couldn’t help herself from obeying any request coming from her screen. She felt guilt, but it only seemed to make her more excited and.. warm.
“Come on hun, take the rest off. I want to see you.”
The sound of her pants falling to the floor was her response.
Beth was beautiful fully clothed, but standing there naked, she was absolutely breathtaking. She was 5 foot 5 with alabaster skin that gave her the look of a porcelain doll, untouched by the sun. Against the pale canvas of her body, her tight, perky C cup breasts, framed by her black bra, seemed to almost be highlighted and exemplified. As your eyes are naturally drawn to the black bra and the naturally sexy breasts beneath it, the curves of her torso and stomach seemed to direct your gaze south to her delicate red panties. Without any verbal indication, any onlooker could see that while her bra was inordinately sexy, her panties were basic and uneventful, giving off the indiscernible impression of innocence.
With her overprotective mother, she wasn’t allowed to buy sexy underwear. Over the years however, she had managed to sneak the purchase of that sexy black bra, but had failed at doing the same for her panties. So here she was, standing naked, except for her sexy black bra and her full back, plain red panties. She was surprised to find herself embarrassed. It wasn’t surprise that she was embarrassed, but rather surprise that she was embarrassed at her lack of sexy underwear to wear. She wanted to be sexier.
With this thought, she felt a compulsion deep inside her. It seemed to start at the increasing warmth between her legs, and spread up through the rest of her body. As it reached her arms, and spread to her fingers, she could feel them moving up her back as she unhooked her bra; dropping it down her arms and onto the floor. And as if in the same motion, her hands dropped to her waist, dropping the red cotton panties to the floor beside the bra. With her panties falling to the floor, she took a final step out of them, and was left standing there in her light pink room, completely naked.
Without even a slight tan line, her porcelain skin seemed to glow, unwavering and uncracking. Her perfect breasts barely even moved as her bra fell, tight and perky enough to hold their shape without support. She had small precise nipples, pointing just slightly up.
Further down, her thick, untamed bush hid her supple, untouched vagina. Without seeing it, you know that beneath that thick bush, lies an impeccably tight, inward slit, vagina.
It only took a couple seconds of standing there exposed, for her to recognise the feeling of uncomfortability and regret. It came with the recognition that what she was doing actually gave her very little personal satisfaction. The thought of exposing herself to someone always excited her, but now, standing there doing just that, she found that the excitement she had when thinking of this, ended with the thought as the idea materialized into reality. She started to question what she was doing and felt an urge, a need, to reverse it all.
She was shocked to find herself thinking her mom was right.
Just then, several ‘click’ noises came from the screen, shocking her out of her thoughts of regret and shame. Paranoid and filled with regret, she pleads with Gil to tell her what that was.
“Oh shit, sorry babe, I think I hit a key on accident. You’re so sexy and beautiful I’m not even paying attention!” He chuckled to her.
Gil asked her to strike several poses after her initial undress. The most revealing was her bending over to grab her toes; exposing her ass and pussy to the camera in full exposure, but aside from that, he didnt ask anything too extreme.
Little did Beth know, at the sound of the first ‘click’, her life as she knew it was over. And with each subsequent ‘click’, the truth of this change was further cemented into reality.
End chapter 1
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Start chapter 2
A couple months or so passed after this, and as each day passed, and the memory grew more distant, so did Beth’s feelings of regret and trepidation. That is, until the following Wednesday.
It was now the end of senior year, and she had been accepted to a college down south, and had grown more comfortable with her body, and nudity. Her and Gil had grown closer, and more comfortable with each other over this time as well.
So that fateful Wednesday comes. It’s a day before she’s leaving for college, and along with all the usual feelings of anxiety and nervousness that comes with moving to a far away college, she was plagued with familiar feelings of sexual excitement and yet, trepidation. In the last year alone, she had essentially discovered the surface existence of, as well as the depths of her sexuality. She knew that with college on the horizon, it was inevitable that she would further explore her sexuality, except this time, physically. This excited her, she couldn’t wait to make the choice to have to sex.
Unbeknownst to her however, it would be far less of a choice than she expected. This revelation would come later that night.
She got home, finished packing and took a long bath, where she ended up falling asleep. An hour or so later, she had gotten out and dried off, and went to her room. She threw on a large shirt, her staple pajama wear, and sat down at her computer.
The picture of a rose that was her desktop background appeared, and in the top right corner she saw her email icon. Except instead of it showing one or two unread emails, a large, menacing “12” sat beneath it. 12 unread emails; far more than normal. She clicked the icon.
As she read through each email, the knot in her stomach grew larger, the cautious voice in her head louder, and her heart sank lower. She couldn’t believe it, it seemed so surreal she had to read each one twice. In an act of self preservation, it was almost as if her mind refused to accept and a knowledge what she was reading.
And then it sunk in. Gil had recorded and took multiple pictures from each of their naked sessions. The ‘click’ sounds shed frequently hear during the sessions rang out across her mind, each echo cementing in her mind what the sounds really were; screenshots.
She sat there staring at the list of emails; each containing various pictures of her naked or undressed and some with pictures of naughty messages she had sent. While each email contained various different pictures or screenshots, they all contained a single solidifies message: “there’s enough material here to release a different picture everyday for the next year. Do as I say or your entire family, every friend and anyone you’ve ever met will be seeing just who you are Beth.”
She couldn’t believe it. Gil was her best friend, a pseudo boyfriend of sorts even, how could he do this to her?! Fighting back tears, she sends him a message asking what the hell was going on. He replied immediately, but the email only contained one line:
“Send me a 30 second video of you fingering yourself. Or maybe your mom will be glad to see your huge bush?”
End chapter 2
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Start chapter 3
It’s a couple months into Beth’s college career now, almost thanksgiving break. Though truthfully, at this point it was more of a couple months into her career as a sex slave more than her college career. She had caved and accepted the situation fully by now. Her mom was paying for her college, and there was no doubt in Beth’s mind that if her mom saw what she had been up to, not only would she stop paying, but she would most likely disown her as well. With that she saw only one option; do whatever she could to keep her mom from finding out.
She was now sitting down at her desk working on some homework when an email notification pops up. She clicks it. It’s an email from Gil.
“Hey slut,
434 61st street, Midland County. 7 pm.
See you then,
Gil”
She was sweating by the end of the email despite its brevity. While Gils requests had grown gradually more explicit and extreme over time, this was the first time he asked to meet in person. Or rather, didnt ask, but told. She knew she had no choice though, and with that, she got up, packed a backpack with some stuff and headed down to her car.
The entire hour drive there, she couldn’t help but think of what he might be making her do when she gets there. The most extreme thing she could think of was him coercing her into sex with him. This was only because of her relative innocence and not the reality of it, as sex was going to be the least extreme thing she would be enduring in the coming week.
To be continued…
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