Instructions to the neighbor boy

Julie got to her feet. She realized she was disoriented when she could not picture in her mind which way she was facing in the yard. She was not sure how she was supposed to stand but she was feeling cold and she wrapped her arms around herself and hunched up a bit.

It was not long until she felt hands on her again. He was behind her now. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled in close to her. He was rubbing warmth into her arms. He was also grinding his pelvis against her naked bottom. She tried to identify just what she was feeling back there and realized it was the rough jeans which he had opened before but also his erection separated from her now only, apparently, by his underwear.

He was holding her tightly now, his left armed was wrapped around her and that hand had now moved to clutch her right breast. His right arm drifted down over her belly, tickling through her pubic hair and was now massaging her pussy once again. She could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck and, as he shifted slightly, across her ear and then down onto her shoulder.

They remained this way, the blackmailer slowly rubbing himself on her butt for what must have been several minutes. Julie no longer felt the chill. A shiver ran through her but it was from the realization that she was enjoying the warmth. This in turn lurched her back to the reality of the situation; naked in a stranger’s arms in her parents’ back yard in the middle of the night. Her mind raced through all the events of the past few days and the threats and experiences that had been thrown at her in that time. It all distilled down to a single question.

“Why?”

He seemed to take his time in responding and when it came his reply was not an answer. “Count to 100. Slowly. Then you can take off the blindfold.” At 65 he finally, slowly unwrapped his arms from around her and 65 seconds later when she removed the blindfold she was alone, naked and cold. Three pictures of Jason being stroked by her looked up at her from under a small rock at her feet.

The day was uneventful for Julie and as she went through classes she had the vague feeling that the day was somehow not complete. When she got home she checked her mail as was becoming her new ritual. Today there were two messages from the blackmailer. Both had been send early in the morning.

As she began to read the first it was quickly apparent that she had been copied on a message to Mark from the blackmailer.

Subject: What’s the deal with Julie?

“Mark,

A couple of days ago you received an e-mail from your neighbor, Julie Robbins, which included a, shall we say, rather risqué picture of her and when you called her she sort of blew you off.

I am writing now to help explain all that and also to enlist your help if you would be willing.

The situation is this. Julie has gotten herself into a bit of trouble. Rather than getting into a worse situation she has agreed to a period of “in house” punishment of an adult nature to resolve the matter.

I have been given the task of overseeing this.

For obvious reasons I do not wish my identity to be known but you will know me as ‘Jack’.

Some of the challenges that Julie will endure during this period will be very difficult for her. Some of them will be easier to perform with a person that she knows and trusts rather than with strangers. Out of consideration for her since she seems like a decent girl we have decided to approach you about participating.

Understand that if you do you will be asked to take an active roll with Julie’s experiences and you will be asked to put yourself in situations that will be unknown to you. As you can guess from the pictures some of the challenges in this period are of a sexual nature and if you agree you should expect to see scenes like this. You will also be expected to participate in some of her punishments.

Understand that we wish no harm to come to Julie and, of course, we wish no harm to come to you. I must stress however the complete confidentiality of this situation. If you divulge this information or any that you acquire in the course of this activity there will be consequences for you and I must also add, there will be consequences for Julie.

Please think about your willingness to help a friend and be discrete. Julie will be contacting you soon to discuss it further and to find out whether you will help her.

Jack”

Julie was aghast at the message. “Lies, Lies, Lies!!” was all she could think. What was she going to tell Mark? She didn’t even know him that well any more. They had drifted apart in high school and after a spat over socializing and social values they rarely spoke. How could this all make any sense to anyone? It occurred to her that maybe there was clarification in the second message.

“Subject: The neighbor boy

As you can see I have written an explanation to the neighbor boy and also given him the opportunity to participate in our fun. I think it is the best way to keep him from talking. And frankly it will be interesting to see how you respond to him.

Also, I did not really tell him the whole story. I don’t think you really want that shared.

I would suggest that you call him later today and see if he has gotten the message and whether he is interested. My guess is the answer will be ‘yes’. Who could turn down such an inviting picture? I know I couldn’t!

Let me know when you have talked to him.

Meanwhile, don’t make plans for the weekend. I’ve got plans.

Hey, how do you like my new name? I figure it will be easier to say than ‘that f#$king asshole’.

Jack

She sat frozen in place, her body unmoving and her mind churning wildly. At last she had prepared in her mind a response that she could type.

“’Jack’,

I don’t really know this guy. We kind of had a falling out in high school. I’m not at all comfortable with the idea of him being involved in this. It seems like it should just be between you and me.

Also, I have plans with Jason on Friday night. Please don’t make me cancel. With his schedule we don’t get many chances to spend time together.”

She sat waiting by the computer but there was no reply. She desperately needed some separation from her room and the computer so she went to the kitchen and grabbed some food and went outside to clear her head.

In the light of day it had not occurred to her that she was retracing her steps from last night until she had sat down on the patio and looked up to see the spot in the yard where she had knelt just a few hours before.

When she came back in later her curiosity got the best of her and she logged back on.

“Subject: Dancing with Strangers

No problem with Mark. I am sure that I can find some other guys that will be happy to ‘dance’ with you. In fact I have a couple of names from your high school; Tim Warton or Jack Wilson?

I am a little worried that if you do not let the neighbor boy down easy he does have a picture he might spread. But maybe not. You know him better than me. Just a reminder that this problem is due to your disobedience earlier not my screw up.

Go ahead and spend Friday with Jason. Make the most of your time. But tell me your plans with him.

I’ll plan something extra special for Saturday.”

Oh, God. Tim Warton had a crush on her in high school and Jack Wilson put the move on every girl that crossed his path. Suddenly Mark was looking like a better choice.

“Reply:

I’ll talk to Mark.

Thank you about Friday.”

It was perhaps an hour later that his mom yelled that he had a call. Mark went and got the cordless and headed back for the privacy of his room.

Julie was on the phone. Yes, he had gotten the e-mail. No he didn’t know what he thought yet. Yes, he was doing good. Yes, he could get together and talk. Yes he could go out to talk in a bit if she was driving. He would come over in about an hour.

Mark sat with the phone in his hand. This whole thing was confusing at times. Pretending to be Jack the Blackmailer. Or, maybe he was pretending to still be Mark when he had now become Jack the Blackmailer. Either way he was looking forward to hanging out with Julie without blindfolds and made up voices.