"Yes, yes, I will be alone," Julie stammered out in a frightened whisper.
"I will meet you there. Be waiting for me. Wear a skirt and no panties, I plan on making sure you're still a virgin before deciding how payment will be accepted." The figure in the dark whispered. "I want you to exit this closet and walk quickly back to your class without looking back. If you fail to do this, the consequences will be dire. Now go, and remember my directions."
Julie obeyed the stranger, exited the closet and returned to class at a speed-walk. Many thoughts ran through her mind. How will I pay this stranger? Will I have to steal money from my parents? No, I can't do that, it's just not the way I was raised. I'd have to beg and plead. But then they would know! That would defeat the whole purpose of submitting to the blackmail. Would she submit? Julie decided sadly that when it came down to it, she would offer possessions in place of money, but if that failed that she would resort to robbery.
And what about him checking that she is still virginal? Was he a friend of the family, a concerned religious patron? Was he a doctor concerned for her health? Was he her actual father?! That was too frightening to Julie to consider. But it very well could be her father or anyone else in the dark behind that disguised whisper.
Julie finished up her classes and quickly returned home. She removed her panties from beneath her skirt and sat in bed waiting for her blackmailer to arrive. As she lay in bed, feet pulled up and knees in the air, a draft drifted up her skirt and stimulated her bare pussy. Being a sheltered sort of girl, Julie was almost constantly horny anyway, and the added stimuli generated by her current lack of underwear only intensified her arrousal. She absent-mindedly stroked her unclothed vagina while she waited for her divine comeuppance, the revenge her God was taking in response to her promiscuity. Her promiscuity! This train led directly into the dirt in her mind. Disgusting fantasies played themselves out in her brain, sending waves of pleasure down towards her nether regions. Her nipples were hard enough to split eggs, and poked visibly even through her thick brassier and school shirt. Her hand played more frantically with her hot, bothered pussy.
The doorbell rang. Julies heart, and her probing hand for that matter, froze. After a moment of shock, she leapt from her bed and cautiously approached the door. Whoever was there was out of sight. Julie slowly turned the knob to face her demon(s)... |