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Chapter 12 by Javalar Javalar

How does Jessica decide?

"I do it..."

After staring at the wall for at least ten minutes, she gave herself a start. "I don't have a choice, do I?", she mumbled. "I will not put my whole life on stake to see if the bastard is bluffing or not. And damn, it's only an anonymous website after all..."

So she started working.

The video clip was relatively easy. She just had to figure out how to avoid showing her face on camera. The only slight problem: To perform this task, she had to get that blasted harness back on. And the feeling of putting it one alone was... exhilarating. Jessica bit her lower lip again. It felt hot. There was no way denying it. Damn Czech fetish. Damn her heritage! But, oooh, was it good... She felt the leather straps of the harness caressing her body, holding her in a tight embrace.

"Well," she thought dryly. "At least my arousal in the video will not be feigned." And as she was a woman who did things thoroughly, it wasn't just a simple shot of her body. She played with the camera, gave the audience a good look at her naked, harnessed body, zoomed in, zoomed out, presented her cleavage and in the end was even shaking her butt and giggled unconciously. Which she immediatly suppressed once she got aware of it. No voice. No talking. Stupid filly, she reprimanded herself.

Wait. Had she just thought of herself as filly? Was she honestly loosing it?

Jessica stopped the video, cursed softly once more and then uploaded the file. John had prepared the website really well. Everything was in place. She just had to click at the right elements and drag & drop the file for upload. Briefly she wondered when he had found the time to do all this. In the afternoon, in the office?

She shook her head. None of this was boding well for her. John clearly had a plan, and he apparently was determined to put a lot of energy into this. She had to take that into account. This was most certainly a man who was not bluffing...

Next came the task with the stupid pony girl pictures. But once again, Jessica only belatedly realized the problem of John's demand. It wasn't just demeaning to type "pony girl" into the search engine and browse online porn websites... it was, surprisingly but honestly not really unexpected - arousing.

Looking at those girls in stables, in harnesses, bridled and bit gagged, wearing pony tails, some of them with monogloves or other forms of bondage, chained to carts, in long, long leather boots... Jessica felt her heart thumping in her chest. Fuck, it was hot.

John had known, she suddenly thought. That's his game. He tries to drag me deeper into my fetishes every damn day. This was... dangerous. She stared at a pony girl completely dressed up in white leather gear, tied to some kind of bench, bent over, presenting her rear the the camera, while a big stud with an erect cock stood behind her, ready to breed the horse girl and...

Jessica closed her eyes. Her fingers somehow had found their way to her clit. Fuck, she wanted this. NO, no, she definitely did NOT want this. Only that - yes. But no. Oh, yes. Nooooo...

She moaned heavily, and frantically decided to randomly click on three pictures and upload them to the section titled "Some inspirational stuff that makes me horny". Everything to end this **** quickly. She needed to shut down this computer, or else...

As Jessica looked at the clock one hour later, shock sank in. She had spent a whole hour in front of porn websites browsing pony girl stuff, masturbating as if in trance. Her fingers were wet and sticky. Her body was shaking. She cursed once more, pushed the laptop away and stood up. Her legs were shaking.

She would not loose this fight. John would not win this. She had to resist.

She had to.

Jessica stumbled into her bathroom and took a hot shower. Then she went to bed. She didn't look at her computer a single second.

What has John planned for the next day?

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