Being blackmailed.

Standing here in her current outfit Cheyeen couldn’t believe how stupid she had been, her carelessness the only real reason for why she was in her current predicament. Blushing just at the thought she couldn’t believe the High def pictures she’d been sent of her masterbating, taken right through her window! Taking another look at what she was “wearing.” She couldn’t help but kick herself.

B-“If you don’t want these pictures spread to everyone you know you’ll do EXACTLY what I say.” When she read this she got nervous, when the 5 attached photos came through of her in multiple positions that showed her face… her heart stopped. Frantically begging whoever was on the other end to stop was fruitless.

B-“DONT bother getting dressed. There’s a package waiting for you on your porch. Put those on, now.” Breathing hard Cheyeen walked out of her room and peaked around her door totally naked. There was indeed a package but it was at the bottom of the driveway! Far to terrified of what might happened if she put anything on, she ripped the door open and ran for the package, each step giving a pornographic bounce to anyone who might be watching.

Making it back in, incredibly embarrassed she nervously opened the Box to see what was inside and immediately groaned with disbelief. The box contained a black coat that only came down to JUST below the bottoms of her ass checks and only if she didn’t bend at all. To her dismay she also found the coat lacked even a single button, and was to small the envelope her bust forcing her to hold it at multiple places if she wanted and cover at all.

Shaking the box the only other thing that fell out were a strange looking pair of *panties* slipping them on she was distraught to see the thin stings disappear in between her lips, providing basically no cover. Shaking the humiliated girl text back asking what her assailant wanted now.