Casey rushes home early

Casey hurried home from college, unlocking the front door and hustling up the steps to her spartan bedroom. She looked at the reading on her digital alarm clock. It read 1:58. The pretty brunette breathed a sigh of relief. She made it home on time, even though it meant cutting her last class. She put her backpack in the closet and looked at herself in the floor-length mirror. A white blouse covered a navy vee neck sweater, a gray knee-length skirt swirled loosely to her knees. Nothing special here. 'Why did this man pick me?' she wondered, twirling a strand of her shoulder-length hair with her right hand as she looked at her un-madeup features. As Casey pulled the hair away from her ear, she put the earphone in place as instructed the previous day.

"Good afternoon, sweetness!" crackled over the earpiece. "I'm glad you saw fit to return today. It will do your poor father's heart good!" the electronically distorted voice snickered to her.

"He won't be happy if he finds out I'm cutting classes. I'll be lucky to leave the house!" Casey told her blackmailer, hoping for some empathy.

She received none.

"That really isn't my concern, precious. As a matter of fact, that would work out quite nicely. I'd have you all to myself, twenty-four hours a day!" the voice taunted from afar.

Casey's eyes started to well with tears at this, when she thought what might happen if..

The voice seemingly in her head interrupted her thoughts. "Don't worry, darling. I just wanted to have you to myself today before Mummy and Daddy get home. I don't want you to get in trouble with Daddy unless it's because of something you don't do, if you get my drift."

Casey thought of the photo of her masturbating she found yesterday. She knew this mystery man would continue to hold those pics over her head as long as he could.

"We really need to do something about those frumpy clothes. Today, I thought we'd play dressup. I want you to strip to your bra and panties and go to our hiding place and bring the parcel in," the voice instructed.

"But.." Casey started, realizing she would have to go outside in her underwear to reach the azalea bush.

"No buts, young lady. Unwavering obedience will keep Daddy from seeing what his daughter does long into the night."

Casey flushed red. The picture he painted made her seem like an insatiable sex addict. Though maybe she was. She just needed a partner to replace her fingers.

As Casey pulled the shapeless sweater over her head, the voice told her, "It really is a shame you hide that beautiful body so. Such beauty should be on display for all to enjoy!"

"That's what Pam and Amy always tell me," Casey thought aloud, wondering why she made this mean man privy to her private thoughts.

"Really?" the voice asked. "What do they look like?"

'Jeez,' Casey thought, 'this guy really is a perv. Aren't I enough?' She answered anyway, doing her best not to play them up too much.

"Well, Pam's a platinum blonde, tan and big boobs. Amy has short red hair and light skin and maybe even bigger boobs." She hoped her description satisfied him. She wasn't really into chicks.

The next question surprised her, though.

"Does Pam drive a red convertible?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah," Casey answered. 'Damn!' she thought. 'Is he psychic or does he have every college coed in the neighborhood under surveillance?'

"Well, they just pulled in front of your house and are walking to the front door. Damn, you have some hot friends, precious!" he gushed as he eyed the two half-dressed coeds on the doorstep.

"God!" Casey groaned. "They must have wondered what happened to me when I wasn't in that last class that we share!"

"Listen to me." Her blackmailer's voice had an urgent tone to it. "Under no circumstances are you to turn these two away. You are to bring them to your bedroom. I'll tell you what to do then. I may have to alter our plans for the day to include them, but that is definitely not a bad thing!"

Casey shook as she headed for the ringing doorbell. It was bad enough when he made her do these personal things when she was by herself. She closed her eyes for a second, trying not to imagine what he might make her do in front of them.