Send the photo

I didn't have much choice but to comply. Reluctantly, I unbuttoned my shirt and unclasped my bra, folding them neatly and placing them on top of my bag.

Picking up my phone, I opened the camera app once again and held it in front of me until it focused nicely on my unblemished and milky white tits. They were nothing special in my eyes, but still I would have rather not shown them to anyone other than my future husband.

With a sigh, I snapped a few naked pictures, making sure not to include my face in any of them. After all, I wouldn't give my blackmailer the satisfaction of seeing my breasts AND my defeated expression. Once done, I grudgingly sent him one of the photos, and without waiting for his response, put my bra and shirt back on and quickly left the women's room.

I fought back shameful tears as I made my way back home. Thankfully my place was only a five minutes walk from campus, and since I lived alone, I didn't have to bother about anyone seeing me break down. On my way home, I felt my phone vibrate once again, but I couldn't be bothered to check until I got to my house.

"Good girl. You are good for now. More instructions will come tomorrow."

My shame quickly made way to anger. I couldn't believe it. The fucker was planning to keep blackmailing me, and I could do nothing about it. "TOMORROW!!!! Like hell!! I've shown you my boobs, now delete the photos!", I replied in a fit of rage.

"Ha! You have a high opinion of your tits. You've been paying over 25 grand a semester for two and a half years. You've got another year and a half to go. That is over $100,000. Based on the videos I have, you haven't honestly passed a single class. I'm glad you choose not to get expelled, but I'm gonna make you earn your degree. Since you decided you don't need to learn like the rest of us, you'll be using an alternate currency. And no, a single picture of your breasts, lovely as they may be is not worth $100,000. So yes, more instructions will follow tomorrow."

Tears started streaming down my face. I was powerless. How could I have been so negligent, when I knew what I was doing was wrong?

-

Over the next week, the requests became more and more outrageous. Tits, pussy, ass, I bared everything for the still unknown blackmailer. He would ask me for pics various time during the day. Early in the morning or late at night, it didn't matter; I always had five minutes to fulfill his request or he threatened to leak my secret to the Dean.

Once, he even made me leave class, go to the bathroom, take a picture of my pussy, then come back to class and send him a picture of my panties, to show that I wasn't wearing them.

I tried to argue at first, but I was stuck between a rock and a hard place as long as I didn't find the identity of my blackmailer. The only thing I knew was that he was another fellow student, and very likely a male judging by his demands.

After a while, I stopped trying to argue against the next lewd photo. My dignity had taken a nosedive and my morale dipped to an all-time low.

There was no one I could turn to either. If I told Dad I was being blackmailed, he would of course leave no stone unturned to find out the culprit and free his precious little girl, but he would undoubtedly find out about me cheating my way through college in the process. As for Mom... let's just say I wasn't on the best of terms with her and I preferred not to rely on her.

The blackmailer's shenanigans went on until the next Thursday. By then, his phone must have been filled with hundreds of nudes of me, from full body shots to close up of my ass and pussy. But still, what he had planned next for me would put those simple photos to shame.