Email?

With nothing else to do, and with trembling fingers, Jana did as the instructions said. Taking a moment to focus herself before she began to furiously type.

''Just who the hell are you? Where do you get away with doing something like that? This is illegal. I'll destroy you for this.''

She hit send, and had to wait only a moment before an announcement told her that she had received her reply. Preparing for a grovelling apology, she clicked on the open icon, and began to read.

''You don't get it, do you? These pictures are only a few of the ones I have concerning you. You do not know who I am, and even if you did, I could destroy your life long before you were able to do anything to me. I would destroy the social structure you had spent so many years carefully training to orbit around you. What would your friends and supporters say if they saw these? I think we both know. Email me back, if you want to avoid that.''

Grimacing, Jana hit the keys even more angrily now. As though she could project that emotion through the internet and into whatever be-spotted nerd dared try and pull this sick trick.

''Fine. I'll bit for now. What do you want to stop this going public? Money?''

The reply came:

''No. I do not want money. What I want is power. The same kind of power that you have wielded for so very long. If you obey my instructions, these pictures will be destroyed within the week. This will all be forgotten, and you can go back to your life. As for me, I will enjoy this week immensely. You will do what I say. Everything I say, and without exception. If you do not, the pictures will go public. If you attempt to back out, the pictures will go public. If I even think you are being too ****, the pictures. will. go. public. Now, do we have a deal?''

''Do I even have a choice, you bastard?'' She responded.

''Not really.'' He sent back. '' Now, for the first game, I want to test your loyalty to the agreement. The webcam is active. I am looking at you right now. Smile at me.''

Jana was suddenly horribly aware that she was lacking both panties and a bra. In the nude, she looked towards the mechanical eye of the webcam, and twitched her mouth into a close approximation of a smile.

''Good.'' The reply said. ''There is a felt pen on the desk. Take it, and do as I say. I am going to take a picture of you in a moment, just so you know that I am serious. Call it a confirmation. If you obey my commands, it will be destroyed like the others.''

''It's a permanent marker'' She typed back. ''Can I use something else?''

''A permanent marker is even better for our purposes.'' He replied. ''It will do well to drive in the point. All right, now we get to the meat of the game. You are supposed to be fairly good at art, are you not? I want you to go back to the mirror, and draw a collar across your throat. Do it quickly.''

With ****, Jana did just that. Taking the pen and walking reluctantly to the mirror. Aware of how her lithe body moved so as to give the camera a perfect view while she did so. She checked back once, to find a new message waiting for her.

''If the art is not of high quality, the pictures go public.''

Her skin tingled with dread anticipation as she felt the gentle kiss of the pen against it. By now, she was getting cold, and her nipples were growing hard both from said climate condition as well as the knowledge that someone was watching her. Breathing heavily, she slowly sketched an image on her own skin. Using the mirror to draw where she could not see herself; the art across the back of her neck was of a slightly less quality, but she doubted he would care that much. She drew exactly what he told her -- and he did tell her -- a **** collar of metal bars intertwining around her neck. It was only an image, and yet, it made her feel so helpless as she slowly defaced her own body for the pleasure of another.

After the collar, he told her to draw chains running down across her chest. Shackles around her wrists and ankles. Though again, they were merely image, the concept that the images portrayed struck her hard. It was a chain. He owned her. She was being **** to draw her own prison into existence.

Once she was done, she turned back to the computer. Of course, a new message was waiting.

''Across your left breast ''whore''

Angrily, she did as she was told. He made her right in in bold test, so that it could be seen from a distance.

''Right breast ''slut''

Again, she had little choice, and worse, the feel of the pen on such a delicate portion of her anatomy was slowly driving her into a more high strung condition. Making her moist even as she wrote upon her skin.

''Now, kneel down and spread your legs.''

She did, reluctantly lowering herself into a sitting position, and setting her legs wide so that the camera would have a good view of her private areas. She realised she was shaking slightly, as the self-made tattoos were shown off to whoever was controlling it.

''Now, touch yourself until you climax; and this time, I want you to be talking to me the whole time.''