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Late that night, Keira’s father came into her bedroom to say goodnight.
It was awkward because he didn’t knock. That wasn’t usual. He had always knocked before.
And it was awkward because Keira was nude beneath her bedsheets. It was only by luck that the sheets were fully covering her body.
And it was awkward because he kissed her goodnight on the lips. Not with tongue, not with an open mouth – but she was still lying there, completely nude, feeling her father’s lips on her own.
“Good night, princess,” he said.
“Good night daddy,” she squeaked.
And then he was gone.
Out of habit, Keira looked at her phone before trying to sleep, and she felt the familiar panic descend when she saw she had a new notification from Tease Dare.
She didn’t look at it immediately. Instead she took a moment to browse the Tease Dare shop. She had 250 points accumulated – surely she could get something cute to make up for the horror of the app’s blackmail?
She absolutely could. She picked out a hot pair of pink high heels – only 75 points! – and a little black dress that she knew would be worth hundreds of dollars in a store, for only 100 points extra. And she still had 75 points left!
But now it was time to look at what the app had to say.
“Confirmation dare successful! Good girl! You have LEVELLED UP! You are now LEVEL 4! You now have access to the Rumour Mill!”
The screen dissolved into an ocean of moving images and text – a tutorial of some kind. It surfaced a bubble of text.
“Your friend Adriana sucked Harris Smith’s cock for $30.”
Then another one.
“Your social studies teacher Ms Eliza Hammond was raped by a male student two years ago.”
Then a third one. It was a woman she didn’t know, maybe in her late 30s, lying completely nude in a double bed, with her legs spread. She could see the pink of the woman’s cunt. The woman was asleep.
“This is your friend Rosie’s mother, Jessica Palfrey.”
There was a pause.
“Congratulations! You now have access to a wealth of humiliating facts, blackmail material, and nude images of women in your area! Use these to degrade your fellow women or satisfying your lesbian urges!
Any time from now on that you take longer than 96 hours (four days) to level up, a random man who knows you will be given access to this database.
In order to complete future level ups, you will have to provide either two embarrassing text facts about women you knew, or one identifiable non-consensual photo of a woman you know that shows her tits or cunt.”
Keira was horrified. She scrolled through the floating text and images a little more.
There was a photo of a girl who worked at Keira’s local hairdresser. She was nude, and crying, and there appeared to be cum on her face.
More text.
“Your friend Sally Ferngale had lesbian sex with her driving instructor in order to pass her driving exam.”
Were these true, Keira wondered? How would Tease Dare know? Could it verify them in some way? Or was it sufficient for such horrible things to be shared as if they were true?
But now the app was moving her on.
“To reach level 5, you will need 125 points!”
It had gone up. That wasn’t fair.
“But for each of your Persistent Dares you choose to retain, you can reduce the cost by 25 points. Please select which dare(s) you would like to retain:
- Don’t piss in a bathroom or toilet.”
She paused. She had wanted to get rid of that rule – but it hadn’t really been so bad. She had managed it without embarrassment. (And her cunt gave a guilty tingle at the memory of wetting herself at the dinner table.)
She could manage it for one more level, surely. It was probably better than a 25-point dare.
She selected it.
“Please confirm your acceptance of the rule by videoing yourself saying, ‘My name is Keira Rivers and I love pissing where people might see me.’”
It was late at night, so she spoke quietly, close to the phone.
“My name is Keira Rivers and I love pissing where people might see me.”
The app chimed.
“Confirmed. The cost to reach level 5 is 100 points. Please accept a new Persistent Dare to continue.”
- Kiss a new person on the lips every day.
- Never disagree with a male.
- Eat a phallic piece of food in public at least once a day. Every time you eat a phallic piece of food in any context, fellate it like a cock for 30 seconds before biting or swallowing.
Which was the least slutty? Never disagreeing with a man, she supposed.
But how would Tease Dare know if she did? She wouldn’t be uploading video of every interaction she had.
But she also knew now that Tease Dare got information from other girls. And her Tease Tagging was quite sophisticated. Was it possible another girl had been given the task to watch her? Was it possible her Tease Tag could record conversations?
She would simply have to obey.
She selected “never disagree with a male”.
And now it was time for a new dare:
- Take a photo of the cock of any male family member (30 points).
- Sleep in bed with any male family member wearing no more than two items of clothing. (30 points).
- Masturbate to orgasm nude and blindfolded while lying in the center of a road (20 points).
What the hell? Why was the one that involved exposing herself in public and the risk of being hit by a car worth less points than the other ones?
Except… it was the most attractive one to her. She felt like such a slut. She had kissed her father and squeezed her brother’s cock and had her father’s dick push into her pussy, and then she had pissed in front of both of them at dinner (even if they didn’t know that). She didn’t want to do any more dares with her family. She didn’t know what might happen if she kept cockteasing her father and brother.
And it was nearly midnight. It was dark outside. It was a quiet street during the day, and a completely empty one at night. There were streetlights, yes, but they were dim, and the street was dark, and no one would be looking out their windows at this hour.
And it actually sounded kind of sexy.
She was already nude. She just needed a blindfold. She found one of her knee-high black socks, and – ever so quietly – left her bedroom, went down the hall, and slipped out the front door.
It felt so slutty, being nude outdoors in public. But it felt good, too. Sexy. Erotic.
She felt sure that someone would challenge her at any moment. But the street was dark and quiet.
She went into the middle of the street, and carefully sat down. The asphalt was hard and spiky on her ass, but the pain was almost good. She leaned back, until she was lying on her back. Then she set up her phone to film her, and then wrapped the sock around her head, covering her eyes.
It was black now. She couldn’t see anything. She thought she would be able to hear if a car was coming in time to get up and out of the way.
Slowly she spread her legs, and then she reached down and began to rub her pussy.
It felt so whorish. It felt so amazing. Anyone could see her – her neighbours, her father, her brother. Fingering her twat like a disgusting slut. But they wouldn’t see her. Or at least, she didn’t think so.
It was so sexy that she knew she would cum quickly. With her free hand she squeezed her tits. She moaned softly – but not too loud. She didn’t want to attract attention.
The risk of being caught made masturbating at least ten times more pleasurable, just like it had in the back seat of the car.
She could feel herself close to cumming – about to cum….
And there it was. Her body shuddered with pleasure. Her hips bucked.
When it was done, she pulled her blindfold off, ready to get up and run inside.
Except she wasn’t alone. There was a man standing on the far side of the street, watching her.
It was Mr Haines, who lived in the house across the street. He was in his late 40s, with a salt-and-pepper beard and severe, handsome features.
Keira’s mouth dropped open. He had just watched her masturbate. She didn’t know what to do. Should she run?
“Come here, girl,” he said, in a quiet but commanding voice.
She should definitely run. Except – he would see her run back into her house. Would he talk to her father? Tell him that Keira had been masturbating nude in public?
And… would running be disagreeing with him? She wasn’t supposed to do that. She wasn’t sure if it did.
She slowly got to her feet, and walked over to him, nude.
“What’s your name, girl?” he said.
“Keira, sir,” she said.
“And you live in that house, do you not?” he said, pointing.
“Yes, sir.”
“And what were you just doing?” he asked.
What could she say?
“Masturbating, sir,” she said, in a small voice.
“You’re a disgusting slut, aren’t you, Keira?” he said.
She wasn’t allowed to disagree.
“Yes, sir,” she said. She felt like she might cry.
He looked her up and down – taking extra time to stare at her tits and cunt.
“I might have a use for a girl like you,” he said. “I’ll talk to your father about having you come to work at my house after school.”
She felt panic rise.
“Please, sir,” she said. “You can’t tell my father about this…”
His voice became ice cold. “Don’t tell me what I can’t do, slut,” he said. “If your father chose to whip your cunt until you screamed, it would only be half what you deserve. But you are not my daughter, and I feel no need to reveal your secrets…”
He leaned in, whispering.
“Provided, of course, that you convince your father that you would dearly love to come and work for me.”
She definitely didn’t want to work for him. She was scared of any work that might have come to a man’s mind after watching her masturbating in the street. She was scared of this man generally. But she was even more scared of him having a conversation with her father. How would her father punish her for such slutty behaviour? Spanking her again? Maybe this time without his boxers on… with his bare cock pushing into her wet pussy…
“Yes, sir,” she said. “I’ll convince my father.”
“Good slut,” said Mr Haines. “I look forward to your presence at my house.”
Then, without further comment, he got out his phone and took a photo of her. Evidence of her sluttery – her standing nude on the sidewalk.
And with that, he turned and re-entered his house.
She tried to remember what she knew of Mr Haines. He had a buxom wife who was much younger than him, and a cute 18-year-old daughter, Stephanie, who went to a private school. People said Stephanie wasn’t his – that his wife had gotten pregnant young, from a rape, and he had married her while she was pregnant with a stranger’s child.
She had seen Mrs Haines once, at the shopping mall. Mrs Haines had been wearing a dog collar. At the time Keira had thought it a cute affectation. Now she wondered.
What was she getting herself into? She really didn’t need this, on top of everything Tease Dare was doing to her.
But she didn’t have much choice.
And she should get back to bed before someone else caught her nude in public.
She ran back to her bedroom, and spent the night dreaming about being naked in the centre of a crowd of laughing, pointing older men…
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