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By *unslut1 OP Man
over a year ago
Truro |
It was Monday morning when Lisa felt the buzz of an email alert on her mobile. She'd learnt never to check her emails on the work PC screen, that could be so easily overlooked. The email had the usual subject "cunt". Her face heat bloomed a deep hot red. She flustered her way to the safety of a ladies toilet cubicle as quickly as she could.
She hastily took off her blouse, skirt and bra, before sitting down on the toilet seat. She no longer ever wore knickers. It was what was expected now. She knew there was no way of him knowing if she was how she was supposed to be, but she couldn't run the risk, not after last time.
She opened the email. "I want a video of you playing with your cunt and tweaking your nipples" and "You'd better look like you're fucking loving it or you'll be very very sorry. You can keep your face out of this one. Email it to this address and text to.." it was a mobile number she didn't recognise.
Lisa hated it when he made her send things to other people, spreading the knowledge of what she was having to do to more people. At least this time she could hide her face, usually he took the opportunity to drag her deeper into his power. Since that first video, there had been more and more, worse and worse, all showing her face as she was degraded.
Her cunt was wet. She hated how her body betrayed her, her stomach was twisted with fear and disgust, but her hips were moving and her cunt was hot and desperate. She thought of it as her cunt now. He had done that. He was in her head and deliberately moving the furniture around. She hated it but she craved it too, now. The conflict just heightened the tension as she worked herself up to a frenzy of frigging and nipple pinching for her camera phone. She came hard, and shuddering, hearing the slight echos of her repressed moans, from the ceramic acoustics. Then the come down. The doom in the pit of her stomach.
She attached the video to a return email and to a text message to the mobile number, dressed, and tried to compose herself for the walk back to her desk. Lipstick and a quick smoothing of her hair at the mirror helped. She felt more confident that her secrets were hidden and that she could get on with her day, once she sat down in office chair. This time she was casual opening her mobile, when it buzzed, until she saw the email subject. "Cunt".
After scanning around her immediate space, she opened the message. "You can save that mobile number in your phone if you like. Put it under Darren Watson" Lisa's blood froze, her eyes flicked across the room to Darren's desk. His head was bowed forwards and Lisa instinctively knew what he was looking at. Of all the people. Had he known just how deep he was twisting the knife when he chose Darren?
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