Sabrina got a little drunk at her sister’s hen’s night, what with all the alcohol, and the male strippers, and at some point in the evening she got a little wild. She didn’t remember what had happened, and neither did her sister.
It was a week later that one of the male strippers visited her. He had a video, to remind her. It was taken in her pre-wedding hotel room, and it showed her and her sister, nude, eagerly servicing the cocks of some eight or nine men, including the stripper. Sabrina watched in horror as she was simultaneously impaled in her mouth and ass by two men… and then her horror deepened as she saw herself kiss her sister on the lips, then on the pussy, and then begin enthusiastically 69-ing her own sibling as the men watched and cheered. The film ended with both girls lying unconscious in a pool of sperm.
The stripper told her that he already had the movie uploaded to the internet, under her and her sister’s names, ready to become accessible to the public – at which time it would mail copies of itself to her family, friends and workmates. She asked him what she could do to keep it quiet, and he took out his cock and told her to start sucking while he thought about it.
Of course, he already knew what he and his friends were going to do, but he spent time while she sucked on him speculating what her friends would do if they saw the video, how they would look at her, what names they would call her, what her family would say (and would her father’s cock get hard?) until she was crying with desperation and humiliation. He got her to agree to do *anything* to protect the video – bobbing her head up and down vigorously because of course she couldn’t speak with his cock in her mouth – and then he obligingly ejaculated down her throat, before pulling her head back and clamping the chloroform to her face.
While she was unconscious, one of his friends, a doctor, arrived, and took her away to his private clinic. It was three days before she woke up, and by then the changes had been made.
They left her a note, that explained her new life to her. The video was on a “dead man’s switch” – it would go live automatically, UNLESS she regularly pressed the switch needed to keep it secret.
The catch was this: the switch – or rather the switches, plural – were inside her.
They had placed small pressure senses within her body – behind her nipples, behind her clitoris, and at various places within her vagina and anus. From time to time, she would receive an SMS on her phone, with an instruction. If she fulfilled the instruction, her secret was safe. If she failed, it went live.
If the SMS said “BITCH”, she was to immediately pinch one of her nipples hard enough to hurt herself. She had about ten seconds from the SMS to comply. If it said “SLUTTY BITCH”, she had to repeatedly pinch both nipples painfully, alternating between them, until a second SMS arrived saying “GOOD GIRL”. If it said “STUPID BITCH”, she needed to maintain constant painful pressure on both nipples until the concluding “GOOD GIRL” arrived. She soon learned this command tended to last for a long time, sometimes hours, and she started to keep a pair of nipple clamps to apply to herself for this instruction.
Just as BITCH applied to her nipples, FUCKTOY meant her clitoris. The word by itself required her to pinch her clitoris. “SLUTTY FUCTKOY” meant to repeatedly pinch it, and “STUPID FUCKTOY” meant she had to apply her clit clamp. She hated these instructions – she had a very sensitive clit, and pinching it brought tears to her eyes, let alone clamping it. These were also more embarrassing instructions. While she could pinch her nipples through her shirt, as long as she remembered to wear thin fabric, accessing her clit was harder. Single pinches were on a very short timer, requiring her to reach for her pussy even if she was in company. The other commands gave her more time to begin obeying, but it was rarely long enough to get to a bathroom or lockable room – she often found herself carrying these out in stairways, quiet corridors or alleyways, desperately hoping no one would happen upon her.
CUNT was her pussy, of course, and WHORE was her anus. There was a pressure sensor just inside each hole, close enough to entrance to reach with her finger. It never stopped being humiliating to have to put a finger up her pussy or her ass on short notice, often in public. When the messages came while she was on a busy street, or with friends, she would want to die as she bent forward slightly, raised her skirt, pushed her G-string aside and fingered her butthole in public. But it was better than the alternative.
SLUTTY CUNT and SLUTTY WHORE were harder. There were further sensors, deeper in her holes, and they needed to be activated in pairs. Only a device capable of pushing on both walls of her vagina or rectum would satisfy, and for this purpose she kept a pair of painfully thick rubber dildos in her purse. When these messages came, she would find the closest semi-private area, and immediately jam the dildos deep inside her. It was often painful, and she could feel her holes stretching, but there was a registerable “click” when they hit the sensors, and it was satisfying knowing she was safe for the time being.
Of course, just touching the sensors wasn’t enough. “SLUTTY” meant that the sensors needed to be triggered repeatedly until she was told she was a good girl, so she would work the dildos in and out of her holes, slamming them deep into her again and again, sometimes orgasming multiple times, until she was told she could stop.
“STUPID CUNT” or “STUPID WHORE” of course meant she needed to keep them depressed. These would tend to last an entire day, so she would work her dildo deep into her, then put her panties back on and go about her regular routine, hoping no-one noticed the lewd protrusions where the base pressed against the fabric of her underwear.
What Sabrina didn’t know was that her tormentors had already shown the video of her to several of her friends and family, who had enjoyed it immensely, and each of those people had been given access to a website where they could log in and send her commands. Sabrina’s father, for example, took great pleasure in regularly sending his daughter commands to fuck her ass with a dildo, or put a painful clamp on her clitoris, and took even greater pleasure in making the commands arrive while she was visiting his house for a family dinner. Her best male friend would have her fuck her pussy with a dildo for hours before visiting, and then take advantage of the horny state she arrived in to fuck her for real. And her sister, who absolutely remembered fucking her sister at that hen’s night, and had been fantasising about doing it again ever since, was making plans to invite Sabrina over, send her a command to fuck her pussy with a dildo, and then give her absolutely no chance to find privacy before having to comply…
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