Email?

Still bathing in the afterglow, Jana moved towards the computer which sat on the desk beside the window. It was, of course, one of the newest models. With a high-resolution screen, powerful internet connection, a webcam so that she would always be able to keep up with the latest gossip. She sat herself down behind her. Carefully folding her long legs. She still wasn't wearing her panties, but that just added to the feeling of freedom she felt after the culmination of her earlier fantasy.

She kept the computer in standby mode, so she was able to access it with the touch of a button. The screen flashing into life to display some random web page or other. It didn't matter, so closed it, and then opened a new one to go to her email address. As she waited for it to load, she played with her coppery hair. Rolling the strands between her fingers. Then, she was in. She'd received quite a lot of emails during the night, but most of them could be safely ignored. With all the air of a queen surveying her well-earned domain, Jana began to sort through the requests and demands of her subjects.

Some were requests to hang out; mostly from people she didn't really know. Being seen with her could seriously boost the popularity of a given person, so it was unsurprising so many tried to gain her favour so blatantly. Most of these, she ignored, but she did pick a small few. Those she considered useful, or possibly having some level of potential. These, she replied to. Setting a few dates for the not too distant future.

After that, there were some requests for dates, mostly from boys. Carefully, Jana sorted through them. Playing coy as she tried to figure out who was the best prospect at the minute.

After she'd done that, there was only the spam. These she darted through quickly. Deleting with a tap of her fingers on the keyboard.

Please help starving orphans in Africa.

Gone.

Lose weight and make money.

Gone.

Please help me save a child's life.

Gone.

I know what you did, Jana.

Gone-

Wait, what?

Jana's eyes flew back to the title of the message, her finger poised over the delete button. She looked at it for a moment, as though expecting it to alter itself into something less suspicious, but the message remained smugly the same. She frowned, mousing over the title. She just knew she was going to give her computer some rare, and doubtless erotic virus from this, but she didn't have much of a choice. She clicked enter, and watched as the page loaded.

When the email had finished, she was confronted with a single line of words, and a series of pictures. The words, she ignored, for the pictures jumped right out of her. Flushing all the blood from her ice, and filling her veins with ice.

They were her!

The pictures were of her! Dating from first around a week ago, she was treated to images of herself in various states of undress. Mostly when she had been getting ready for bed, or getting up in the morning, but a few times, she had been caught doing something rather different. Numbly, she gazed at an image of her furiously masturbating; her eyes closed as her fingers toyed and pinched her nipples.

The latest image was dated to only minutes ago. It was a picture of her facing the mirror with her legs spread wide, her pussy visible to all. She shuddered, disbelief coursing through her.

This couldn't be happening...

Then, she remembered the words, and reluctantly pulled her gaze back towards the top of the message.

It was a simple field of text.

I have more. Your webcam was not well guarded. Email me back if you do not want these to go public.