Zero Day Exploited Priyanka Ch. 04

Priyanka Dorjee sat in class, her mind a million miles away. She couldn't stop thinking about the previous night, the way she had been forced to masturbate for her unseen blackmailer. All the hours of teasing had built up until she was willing to do anything he asked of her. The orgasm had been incredible, unlike any she had ever had before. She still felt the glow throughout her body. Knowing that it would be her last orgasm for awhile made it seem so much sweeter. Now she knew she had a week of denial before being allowed to come again. Then again, he might decide to not let her come. She shuddered at the thought as a pit formed in her belly. He wouldn't do that, would he? She would be sure to follow his directions and be a good girl. She simply had to have her orgasms, there was no way she could function if she didn't.

Her study group with Sam was awkward, as she couldn't help but remember her little fantasy scene about seducing him. Worse, he struck up a conversation with her. As they talked she remembered her story, asking him where he wanted to cum. She had to shake her head several times to try and clear her thoughts.

Despite her mind-melting orgasm Sunday night, she was already turned on by Monday night as she strapped her hands into the cable at the top of her bed. She stared blankly at the ceiling, trying unsuccessfully to suppress her memories. She squirmed naked in her restraints, her body pleading for attention. Just last night she had experienced the most amazing climax as she humped her pillow. Her juices had stained the pillow case so badly that she had to change it.

The days were difficult. Being told she wasn't allowed to come just made her want to do it more. Her only respite was focusing on her school work, as soon as her mind wandered, she thought of sex. As a result, she focused as much as possible. Yes, her mind would wander during class to naughty thoughts of the boys in the class, but she usually got control back. In her room was a different story, with ample opportunity to slack off, to touch herself, to read a naughty story. Even just wandering to YouTube to check out a funny video seemed to inevitably lead to something sexier. It took a lot of willpower to stay focused, but daydreaming of sex while she played with her breasts just made her hornier. As a result, she focused, and was ahead in several of her class. She had read the chapters, taken the notes, written the pages. Tuesday night, as she put the finishing touches on her term paper, her heart jumped as a chat window opened.

Good evening, pet

"Oh, hi, I was just finishing up."

You are truly beautiful when you are focused!

Pri blushed as her eyes flicked to the piece of tape covering the light from the webcam, wondering how long he had been watching her.

So how were your classes today?

"Good."

Tomorrow a package will arrive. Do not open it until our chat session.

"Okay. What's in it?"

Soon, pet. How are your classes going?

Pri told him about her schedule and upcoming papers. Despite their unequal relationship, he gave lots of compliments, and she couldn't help but bask in his praise. Eventually, though, the conversation turned sexual.

So, it looks like you have recovered from our last session.

Pri blushed and nodded. The day had been filled with lewd thoughts, her eyes lingering on guys as she daydreamed. He seemed to notice.

You being a naughty girl today?

Pri shook her head. "Me? No, never."

Okay. Why don't you get ready for bed before we take that hot little body out for a spin.

Pri checked her watch and shrugged, as it was still a bit early. Realizing this meant he had plans for her, she nodded and went to brush her teeth and get ready for bed. Her stomach was in knots wondering what humiliations he had in mind for her tonight. Her body, as usual, refused to be reasonable and was tingling in anticipation. When she returned, a message popped up.

Why don't you get undressed.

"Strip tease?"

Yes please.

Pri nodded and put on some music. She quickly allowed herself to get lost in the music, dancing happily and seductively as she shed her clothes. When she was finished, she returned to find the next instruction.

Turn off the lights and get into bed. Now, do you remember what we did Sunday?

"Yes." Indeed, she could hardly get it out of her mind.

Tell me.

"You had me tease myself over and over before letting me come."

Yes. Bringing yourself to the brink of orgasm and then pulling away is called edging. Why don't you lay down. Start stroking your skin while you tell me what you did with me this weekend. Start at your thighs and stroke up, finishing with your nipples.

Pri laid back with her laptop to her side as she started to talk. Her fingertips trailed up her flawless skin as she recalled her weekend. She sank into her thoughts as she remembered smacking her pussy. She talked about the sexy story she read and how he made her use an ice cube on her clit to cool her down. She dreamily recalled the Girls Gone Wild video, and how she spanked herself with a ruler. And then finally humping her pillow as she read another sex story, how her orgasm bloomed throughout her body. The memories combined with her gentle touches to leave her completely aroused. She turned her head to face the computer as another message came in.

Well you were amazing. Let's watch the video.

She watched, dazed, as her video player opened, not even questioning why the file was on her computer. A split screen appeared, with her face on the left and her crotch on the right. It was from Sunday night, with her straddling her pillow as she read the story. The lust in her eyes was unmistakable, as was wetness between her thighs as she ground herself against her pillow. Although part of her mind was horrified that the video existed, she was mesmerized by her face. She looked so alive, so turned on. She glanced at the timeline. The video was almost an hour long. The memories, barely suppressed, rushed back, and she could almost feel the pillow that she had been grinding against. She watched, transfixed, as minutes peeled by, interspersed with the whispers and moans she had let out. Her hand moved to caress her breast as she watched. She involuntarily licked her lips as she saw the water bottle being placed under the pillow, knowing full well what would happen next. Her eyes jumped from one side of the screen to the other, watching both her face and her weeping pussy. When the climax hit, her hips rocked so franticly she could barely see her pussy. She watched as endless pleasure crossed her face, before finally falling off to the side and fingering herself. The video ended, leaving her flushed and panting.

Are you turned on?

"Yes."

How much?

"God, totally."

If I let you, how quickly could you bring yourself to an orgasm?

"Um...I don't know, like less than five minutes? I'm already pretty worked up," she said as she smiled at the screen, hoping he would let her.

Sorry, pet, not tonight.

Pri begged to no avail before she groaned helplessly. She placed her wrists in their bonds and settled in for the night. Being told she couldn't touch herself just made her dwell on touching herself. She was sure that if her hands weren't tied above her head she would awake with them between her legs. She groaned again, shaking her head to try and get thoughts of pleasure out of her mind. Finally she drifted off to dreams of touches, of men using her body.

When the alarm rang in the morning she was still turned on, her pussy wet. With a resigned glance to the ever-present laptop, she got dressed and went for a run. Her mind cleared as she jogged, recalling the video. While she had known her escapades were being recorded, actually seeing one of her sessions was an entirely different matter. There was no indication she was being blackmailed, just her acting slutty and masturbating on camera. If that video got out, she would never be able to live it down. She wondered how bad all the other incriminating videos he had of her were. While he was always pushing her to expose herself, in the end she would do it on her own. There would be no indication she was being blackmailed and forced to show her body, just her acting like a complete slut.

She got passed by a couple of guys as they ran and her eyes raked over their bodies. She thought absently that they could have dragged in off into a secluded spot and she would have welcomed it. Her eyes drifted to the empty buildings along the deserted campus. She could probably duck into one of them and touch herself. It probably wouldn't even take that long, just a few minutes in her aroused state. There would, however, be the high risk of being discovered, much riskier than the private games she was being forced to play with her blackmailer. Maybe some day she would try it.

That afternoon, as promised, she got a notification that a package had arrived for her. She took the Amazon box to her room, shaking it idly in a futile attempt at figuring out what was in it. It wasn't a small box, but it wasn't very heavy either. That evening, just before dinner, a chat window opened as she finished working on her project.

Good evening, pet

"Hi," she smiled brightly.

Did you get a package today?

"Yes," she said, and tilted the camera down to show it.

Excellent. Let's open it.

Pri grabbed her scissors with baited breath and sliced open the box. There were many smaller boxes inside, most of them just generic white boxes. On the top, however, was a new FitBit fitness wristband. She picked it up and looked at the laptop, astonished.

"A FitBit? For me?"

Yes, beautiful. I know how hard you are working and thought this would be very good for you.

"Wow, seriously? I've been thinking about getting one for awhile now. Thanks!"

Why don't you get it charging. How about loading the app onto your phone while you're at it?

"Yeah, that's great!"

Pri plugged it in and downloaded the app before turning back to her laptop.

There should be 3 small, square boxes of the same size. Take them out.

She saw them sitting on top and held them up for him.

Those are them. Open it.

Pri swallowed and her heart sank as she saw the contents. A mini camera. Not a GoPro, but about the same size. She knew this couldn't be good. She frowned at the laptop.

Yes, sadly, these three items are for me. Plug them in to get them charged. Now, close the box, we'll get to the rest later. Run along to dinner, I'll be back on later tonight.

She nodded and glanced into the box one more time, wondering what other things were yet to be opened. She could barely contain her curiosity. Her mind clouded as she walked to the dining hall. She ran into Amy and Sue and had dinner with them, but her thoughts were on the three cameras. While she had already given her blackmailer all the dirt he would ever need, now he was going to get even more. Back at her room, she focused on her school work. Focusing on work was the only way she could stop thinking about her predicament ...not to mention the ache between her thighs. That night, as she finished up working on her project, the chat window opened.

Good evening, beautiful.

"Hi," she smiled. Despite the situation, being told she was beautiful always seemed to lift her spirits.

Check the FitBit to see if it is charged.

She picked it up and nodded. Moments later it was on her right wrist, her heart rate beating on the display.

Now check the cameras, see if they are charged.

She glanced over and noted all three were showing green.

Good. Take one and peel the adhesive backing off the magnet. Stick it to the ceiling above your bed, right over the middle. Make sure it sticks good, wouldn't want it falling down on you while you're sleeping.

Pri paused in momentary indecision. Another camera in her room, this one trained on her bed. Then again, it was just another angle, as he had seen everything already. She sighed and stood on her bed. After she stuck the magnet to the ceiling, she popped the camera on. He had her mount the second camera near her door looking in and the third one on the far wall. There was now literally no place in her room that wasn't covered by a camera. She shook her head, knowing that she was just digging the hole she was in deeper and deeper.

Now, every morning when you leave for your run, place the cameras on the charger. When you return after classes, reinstall them.

Pri nodded reluctantly.

How about another strip tease?

"Aren't you getting tired of seeing me strip?"

No, lovely girl, beauty is always a joy to behold.

She smiled as she but on some music. Her mind wandered as she lost herself in the music. She knew that she was probably being recorded, and she knew that the video would just look like she was happily stripping on her own. But what else could she do? Being defiant only got her in trouble, got her a dog collar to wear around her neck. Stripping for her blackmailer in her room wasn't bad, even if she was just giving him more leverage to control her. She finished her dance and returned to her laptop. He guided her back to YouTube and had her follow a stretching and yoga video for an hour. When she was finished, he had get ready for bed. Once she returned to her room, she stripped again and climbed into bed. He told her to read a story on Literotica before turning in for the night.

The story was scorching. A good girl went totally wild with her roommate's help, giving blowjobs to guys and making out with her. Half way through the story, her hand dropped to between her legs, only to receive a warning not to come.

You liked that one?

"Wow, yes. That was...amazing."

Good. Let's watch a few videos.

He had her navigate to her porn site. A video came up of a beautiful girl laying on her bed. The camera was directly overhead. The girl started to caress herself, and over the next few minutes shed her clothes. Pri watched, practically drooling as she played with her own breasts, as the girl fingered herself to an orgasm. Pri whimpered as a second video played with the same theme. Watching the girls climax while she wasn't allowed to seemed to be unusually mean.

What to you think?

"I think I need to come!"

Not tonight. Why don't you lay back and stroke your skin for 10 minutes. I'm setting a timer. If you check the timer before it expires, I'll restart it.

"Come on, this is so unfair, you made me read that story and watch those videos! I'm on fire, now you're making me tease myself even more! I'm going crazy!"

Calm down, pet, you're just getting horny.

"You're damn right! All I can think about is sex!"

Good. Now lay back. Tell me about how horny you are.

"Come on!" she protested, only to see a small timer appear on her screen.

With a groan she laid down and started to stroke her skin. He eyes settled on the camera that was now above her bed. She started babbling about how horny she was, about all the sexy things she was thinking. She wondered how she looked as she caressed herself. Her mind drifted to the girls she had watched. She wondered if they had been blackmailed also. She doubted it, as the video displayed the website that made them...but then again, maybe she would be appearing on that website soon. She imagined guys watching her as she touched herself, slowly bringing herself to an orgasm. A sweet, powerful orgasm. Her eyes carelessly drifted to her laptop before she knew what she was doing. Two minutes and ten seconds were showing before she realized what she had done.

Try again.

Her skin was on fire, her nipples aching points. Her clit was so alert she was afraid to even risk a touch. She stared at the camera over her bed and talked directly to the imaginary guys watching her, telling them how horny she was. She ran through her naughty ideas, everything she would do with a guy. Everything she would do for a guy. Anything to get off. When she finally looked over to her laptop, the timer had expired.

Beautiful. Okay, sleepy time.

"No, please, let me come," she begged, dragging a finger up her slit. "I'm so hot."

Not tonight, princess.

With a resigned sigh, she put the laptop back on her desk, turned off the lights, placed her wrists in their cuffs, and prayed for the relief of sleep. It wasn't a restful night. When she got up in the morning for her run, she couldn't help but notice wet she was. Her dreams had been filled with men and beautiful women also, using her body for their pleasure. Her nipples were already turgid. She looked at herself in the mirror, the little bumps on sports bra evidence of her state. Feeling naughty, she decide to run without her usual t-shirt and shorts. Other girls ran in sports bras and bike shorts all the time, why couldn't she? A thrill ran through her as she left the relative safety of her room, but sadly, no one got close enough during her run to see her.

The day was difficult. There was a persistent ache at her core, an itch she knew she couldn't scratch. She felt weird, light headed at times. The constant arousal and denial was making her giddy. Further, an idea constantly presented itself: I could just slip in the ladies' room and do it . She had never considered masturbating anywhere other than her bed, but as the need grew, her opinions changed. Finally, her lust got the best of her. After chemistry class, she slipped into a restroom in the far corner of the building.

Pri lifted her skirt and pulled down her wet panties. It was difficult to settle on the cold plastic of the toilet, the bright lights making it hard to focus on her task. She struggled to find a reasonably comfortable position, finally coming to rest slumped against the partition with one foot up on the toilet paper holder. She tried to ignore the uncomfortable situation and started to stroke her pussy. The desire she had been suppressing all day seemed reluctant to come out and play in this unfamiliar environment, but soon enough her skilled fingers found their mark. She was just getting into it when, to her horror, the door opened and two girls came in. She froze for a moment and her paranoid mind instantly forced her stop. The girls seemed in no hurry to leave, and Pri was so freaked out she pulled up her panties, smoothed her skirt and left quickly, not even making eye contact with the other girls. It wasn't until she was already seated in her next class that it hit her: she hadn't flushed.

Pri returned to her room that afternoon and looked longingly at the bed as she put her collar on. It would be so easy to just flop down and finger herself to an orgasm. Consequences be damned, so what if a sexy picture of her got out. She was a fully grown woman, she could...her eyes caught in her mirror and she started. What in the hell am I thinking? She shook her head and then slapped herself. She was not going to throw her life away just for a lousy orgasm. Her rational mind grabbed hold of her body, a burst of adrenalin at the fear of how close she was to destroying her life. She was better than just an orgasm, and while she wanted one, she would not risk her future for it. And what on earth was she thinking when she went for a run in just a sports bra and bike shorts? That's not the girl she was. With a deep breath, she pulled herself together and sat down at her desk to focus on her school work. No sooner had she sat down that she noticed the three cameras. She unhooked them and placed them back on their mounts, ensuring every spot in her room was under surveillance. That night, after dinner with her friends, a chat window opened.