u/thedarkwriter1

Rebecca had exhausted Jenny.

She straddled her face with her thighs.

“Ohhhhhhhh that’s it…”

Both were naked, sweating, and breathless.

“That’s a good girl”

Rebecca grabbed Jenny’s hair and ground her hips on her face.

Jenny’s arms were pinned under Rebecca’s knees. She looked up from under her, defeated.

—

Jenny had desperately wanted to dominate Rebecca.

She was going to humiliate her.

Rebecca was so arrogant. Always taunting Jenny. Certain she would win.

And she had.

Jenny had fought hard. Determined. At one point she had Rebecca pinned, fingers in her pussy, rubbing her clit.

It looked as if Rebecca might surrender. But she slipped out.

Jenny was tired. Rebecca saw it and pinned her. The more Jenny struggled, the more tired she became.

There was no time limit. No chance to recover.

And now she was drained, pinned, and surrendering to her fate.

—

Rebecca stood up and walked over to the table.

She picked up a set of handcuffs.

“Hands behind your back.”

Jenny hesitated, knowing this was her last chance to fight.

Then rolled over and put her hands behind her back.

*Click*

—

The table was covered in kinky toys.

Rebecca selected a Hitachi magic wand and set it to high.

“On your back”, she said with a wicked grin.

Jenny rolled onto her back and looked nervously at the buzzing wand.

Rebecca walked over and sat on Jenny’s face.

Then pressed the vibrator to her clit.

—

Jenny was cumming.

“Uhhhh uhhh uhhhh ahhhh” she squealed, bucking her hips.

Rebecca pressed the head of the vibrator down harder.

“Ahhhhhhhh, please! Take it off!”, Jenny begged, squirming to get away.

Rebecca lifted the wet head off, then stood up and walked back to the table.

—-

Jenny watched Rebecca’s round, thick ass bounce with each step.

She had dark, curly hair, tied into a ponytail.

Jenny was auburn, smaller than Rebecca, with perky breasts and narrow hips.

Rebecca lifted a strap-on and stepped into it. Then picked up a collar and leash and turned around, grinning again.

Jenny sighed.

—

Jenny knelt in front of Rebecca, sucking a green dildo.

Rebecca looked down on her slave triumphantly.

“That’s it. Nice and deep. Spit on it too.”

Jenny spat on the dildo and took it deep into her throat.

She was still handcuffed, so could only use her mouth.

Rebecca pulled the leash attached to Jenny’s collar and pushed the dildo deeper into her throat, making her gag.

“Don’t slow down.”, she ordered.

Jenny sucked and spat.

Rebecca yanked the leash again, making Jenny fall forwards.

Jenny was face down ass up. Rebecca circled.

“Ready little slut?”, Rebecca asked as she knelt behind Jenny.

—-

Rebecca was riding her hard.

She thrust into her from behind; fast, deep, ruthless.

“Who’s the fucking loser?”

“Me”, Jenny responded breathlessly between moans.

Rebecca spanked her ass cheeks with both hands, spreading them at the same time.

“That’s right bitch”

Rebecca grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back.

Jenny winced and arched her back, trying to relieve the tension.
—-

Rebecca let her fall.

Then unlocked her handcuffs.

“All fours.”

Jenny complied.

There was no resistance left in her.

Rebecca approached the table again.

She picked up a metal hook with a small round ball at one end. And a ring gag.

“No, Rebecca, I can’t… please”, Jenny begged.

Rebecca laughed.

—-

The hook was attached to her collar with rope.

Jenny was on all fours, her head held upright, her back arched.

Saliva ran out through the ring and down her chin.

“What a pretty little whore” Rebecca, teased.

She stung Jenny with a riding crop.

Jenny yelped.

It left a red mark.

Rebecca pulled on the leash, forcing Jenny to walk behind her on all fours.

Jenny had never felt so utterly humiliated.

—-

Rebecca knelt behind Jenny again.

She lined up her strap-on and pushed inside.

Jenny moaned as it stretched her.

Rebecca grabbed her hips and thrusted.

Jenny tried to keep her posture.

The hook kept her head up and back rounded.

“What a little bitch you are Jenny.” Rebecca taunted.

“What made you think this would end any differently?”

—-

Rebecca picked up her camera.

“Smile loser”

*click* *click* *click*

Jenny remained on all fours, hooked, collared and ring gagged.

She looked up submissively as Rebecca snapped away.

—-

Rebecca pulled on Jenny’s leash, forcing her face between her cheeks.

“Lick my asshole… mmmm good girl”

Jenny’s tongue flicked around between Rebecca’s sweaty cheeks.

—-

“What were you going to do to me?”, Rebecca asked, pressing the vibrator against Jenny’s clit again.

“Ahhhhhh pwease ‘ebecca!

Jenny was still on all fours, hooked, gagged, helpless.

Rebecca held her leash with one hand and the vibrator with the other.

She rubbed it against Jenny’s clit, giggling as she struggled.

Liquid squirted from Jenny’s pussy.

Rebecca laughed in shock and satisfaction.

—-

Rebecca released her.

Jenny lay flat, exhausted, defeated.

“Have I proven my point?”, asked Rebecca.

“Yes.”

“Good. I’m looking forward to seeing what the girls think of these.” Rebecca said, flicking through the photos.

“I wonder which of them will challenge me next?”

The hacker 

Alyssa had been ethical hacking for two years. People who ran scams online always left a trace, and she’d learned how to find them. Once she tracked them down she would report them to the police in the country they were operating in. A bold project for an eighteen year old. 

She’d been tracking this guy for weeks. He’d been scamming people of their life savings. Only being paid in crypto. But she’d almost tracked him down. It had taken breaking into some government systems, but it was worth it… 

Now she was about to confront him. She sat at her desk, the blue glow of multiple monitors, about to send the message. It was her favourite part of the project, imagining the look on their face as they realised they were caught. 

Then a notification flashed on her screen. 

“Hello Alyssa.” 

She froze. How did he know her name? 

“You’ve been tracing me.” 

Her breath caught in her throat. 

“And it looks as if you’ve committed quite a few crimes along the way. Interpol won’t like you being inside their servers…” 

A screenshot of her socials popped up. He knew who she was. She would go to prison if she was arrested. 

She stood up from her desk and walked quickly across the room, panicking. 

Another note popped up. 

“You’re going to do as I tell you now, do you understand?” 

She walked back slowly and sat down. 

“Yes” she wrote back.

— 

She finished keying in her password and hit enter. He had full access to her system. 

The webcam flicked on. 

“Good girl. It’s nice to see your face.” 

“But I’d like to see more. Take off those leggings.” 

“Please don’t.”, she asked. 

“Down they come.” 

She peeled her black leggings to her ankles. 

“And your top.” 

She slowly lifted it off. 

“Good.”

She stood in her underwear.  

“Now the panties.” 

A tear ran down her cheek as she slid them off. 

“And set those little titties free” 

She took off her bra. 

“Good girl.”

“A parcel will arrive for you tomorrow. You’ve to be here at 5pm. Goodnight.” 

Her monitor turned off. 

Alyssa was left standing in the dark, naked. 

— 

The box was left at her door. 

No one had knocked. 

She took it inside and put it on the kitchen table. 

It was 16:30. 

She opened the box, covered her mouth and gasped. 

— 

17:00 

Her monitor flicked on. 

“Hello Alyssa.” 

She didn’t respond. 

“Did you get my parcel?” 

She nodded. 

“Good. Have you looked inside?” 

She nodded again. 

“What did you think?” 

Alyssa stared at the webcam, her face set, eyes burning. 

“I think we should begin.” 

“Strip.” 

She stepped out of her clothes, one piece at a time, until she was naked again. 

He just watched. 

“Now put on the collar.” 

She took the collar out of the box and looked at it. It had a hoop for a leash. Her jaw clenched as she fastened it around her neck. 

“Now the gag.”

She lifted a ring gag out of the box and held it in her palm. It slipped into her mouth more easily than she’d expected. The buckle fastened behind her head. 

“Good.” 

“Now the pen.” 

She took the pen out of the box. 

“Write SLUT on your forehead.” 

Alyssa couldn’t believe this was happening, but she’d already gone so far. She hoped once he’d had his fun he would disappear. 

“Good girl. So obedient.”

Now kneel  with your hands behind your back. 

She did as she was ordered. 

Kneeling naked at her desk, she watched herself on the screen, her mouth held open by a ring, a collar around her neck. 

Another software opened. It was a chat window. It filled with messages. 

“Good work Stevo!” 

“What do we have here?” 

“Oh no… not another catch. Did she get the box delivered too?” 

Then her tormentor messaged. 

“This little slut tried to ruin my business. But she’s not as good as she thinks she is. So we’re going to teach her a lesson…” 

Alyssa knew there were risks involved with this work, but she had never imagined something like this could happen. 

“Spit on your tits.” 

Alyssa let saliva run out of her mouth and onto her chest. 

“Now turn around and bend over. Make sure to spread those cheeks for us.” 

She stood up and turned around, exposing herself to these strangers. She placed a hand on each of her ass cheeks and spread herself. Messages pinged in the chat. 

“Take out the plug.” 

In the box was a large blue butt plug. 

“Lube it up.” 

She squeezed the bottle of lube onto it, feeling its weight in her palm. 

“Now face down ass up and make that disappear.”

—

It had burned on the way in. She felt tight around it. 

“Now take the last item out of the box.” 

This was the only thing Alyssa had never seen before. It was a contraption with four rings. 

“Do you know what that is?” 

She shook her head. 

“I invented it.” 

“You’re going to put it on the floor, kneel over it, and put your hands and feet through the rings.” 

She put it down and looked at it, unable to tell what it would do. 

Alyssa threaded her hands through the upper rings, and feet through the lower. 

She was kneeling, with her hands behind her back and through these rings. 

“Perfect.” 

He pressed a button. The rings tightened. 

She was trapped kneeling with her wrists bound to her ankles. 

A movement happened between her legs. The contraption was opening. 

Alyssa looked down helplessly as a dildo and vibrator head slid slowly up between her legs. 

She tried to avoid it by wriggling but the dildo slid slowly inside her, and the vibrator head stopped perfectly on her clit. 

There was no escape. 

“Alright boys, let’s see how many we can get.”

The vibrator clicked on.