More movies- if only she knew

Mark continued to mask his voice now speaking in a nasally whiny voice. "OK, I am going to put on some music here. You sit still and do not move." He moved about the room turning on Julie's CD player for background music and at the same time he set up his video camera on the dresser facing Julie and turned it on.

“OK Sweet cheeks. You want this picture you play the game. I'm going to climb up on the bed. Don't you go anywhere."

"No!!" She moved to stand up but hands were quickly on her shoulders pushing her back down.

"Now, now, I said sit. You have a picture to earn." She tried to struggle a bit but realized that she was not going to get up without a major fight.

"Are.. are you going to **** me?"

"Do you want me to?"

"No!!"

"Then I won't. We're just going to play a little game today. Do what you are told, don't object and you get one of these nice pictures back of you stroking Jason's rod. But you got to admit that is worth something, right? Just nod."

Julie nodded.

"I agree. Play along. If you don't I'll leave now and e-mail you a new deal later. And I promise the price will be higher. End of conversation."

Mark climbed up on the bed and moved behind Julie as she was seated on the edge of the bed. He had borrowed a Red Sox jacket and a baseball cap, two things he never wore, from an empty classroom at school and as he moved into the view of the camera he was careful to keep his face turned down behind the hat.

He touched her shoulders again and she flinched. Then he moved his hand up to stroke her soft hair and lift it away from her neck. With his head turned at an angle to the camera he was breathing down on the left side of her neck as he studied her. He stroked her neck with his right hand and then ran it down her back enjoying the smooth feel of her blouse and noting the absence of bra straps. The hand continued down her back and wrapped around her side until he was almost hugging her with one arm as he towered over her on his knees.

In her darkened world she felt every move intensely. She could feel his breath on her neck and knew from the location that he was above her and close. Then she felt his other hand on her left shoulder, the one nearest him. It squeezed her shoulder through the uniform blouse and then it lifted to be felt a moment later on her bare neck. She felt the hand now moving out from her neck onto her shoulder pushing the blouse ahead of it until it could push the blouse open no further. Then it began to slide forward and down on to her chest. She went rigid and briefly struggled. The hand simply stopped and pushed down on her shoulder and she felt the blackmailer's body squeeze close to her to hold her in place. She expected some sort of rebuke but none came. The two of them were effectively frozen until she stopped resisting.

"Open your blouse for me." When Julie did not quickly move to do it Mark shook her lightly and she seemed to wake from a trance of indecision. He watched her hand rise and begin to flick buttons. The image of her obediently exposing more and more flesh to his gaze was giving him a master hard-on and he pulled his hand away momentarily to readjust his jeans and give his cock a quick rub. He could see her tits now, almost everything but the nipples themselves, as he looked down into the blouse. Meanwhile she had reached the waistline and rather than pulling the blouse out of her skirt had stopped and put her hands back down to her sides. While not the total exposure he wished for it would do for his immediate needs.

The hand had returned to her shoulder and now began to slide purposefully down across her chest. Julie felt the blackmailer's hand slide between her breasts and then over and up to cup her right breast. Julie could feel her heart pounding in her chest and she began to involuntarily shudder. The hand was squeezing her now, squeezing and relaxing, moving and massaging pushing her breast up, squeezing and pulling back down. Julie began to whimper at this **** but could not bring herself to prevent it.

Mark was loving it. He had his relationships in the past. But never had he had such freedom to do just what he wanted at his own pace and whim. Julie was whimpering now but Mark was not doing her any real physical harm. The blouse still covered part of her tit and he was ready to see it. He pushed Julie forward and moved behind her. He grasped her blouse at the collar and pulled it back and down off her shoulders and down her arms. He pulled her hands out of the sleeves and the blouse puddled around her waist.

Mark hunched behind her and slipped both arms around her. He rested his chin on her shoulder and looked down at her now completely exposed tits. He slid his arms back around her and grasped both tits again compressing them against her chest.

"Julie. You were difficult today. And thus there is an additional demand. One of us is going to play with your pussy now. You choose. Lift your skirt up so I can see and stroke yourself. Or I will be happy to do it." When Julie didn't respond Mark simply squeezed harder and pulled. The threat was unmistakable.

Julie reached down and began to pull her skirt up exposing her legs and then the fine blonde hair of her pussy. She reached down with one hand and began to stroke up and down between her legs. Unlike the feelings she had on that night that had let to all this trouble there was no pleasure in this action, only mechanical obedience.

Unknown to Julie the camera continued to run.

"Open your legs. Wide. I'm going to get off the bed now. You just keep doing what you’re doing. And count to 100. Slowly. Then you can remove the blindfold." Mark turned and kissed Julie on her tear stained cheek. He released her breasts and climbed off the bed.

"1....2....3....4....5"

He moved around in front of Julie and knelt between her legs. He placed a hand on each thigh and watched for a moment then pushed himself up and stepped in closer and again cupped her breasts. He grasped a nipple between thumb and finger of each hand and pulled them roughly outward before releasing them. Julie felt herself pulled forward and then grunted in pain as he released her.

"26....27....28....29"

Mark stepped back and grabbed the camera and zoomed in on Julie's spread legs and exposed pussy filming a bit more souvenir footage. Then he stopped the camera and slowly and quietly stepped from the room.

"45....46....47....48"

The room was silent. Julie sat stroking her pussy and waited for a further intrusion that never came.

"97....98....99....100"

Julie stopped rubbing. She sat for a moment trying to digest all that had happened. Then she removed the blindfold and blinked in the light of the room. She was alone. She stood up and pushed down her skirt as she looked around the room. On the floor was a picture of her stroking her pussy taken previously. She pulled her blouse back up over her shoulders and buttoned it back up. Her bedroom door was open and she walked down the hall still in a bit of a daze. The front door was wide open, a final symbolic note of the invasion of her past hour. She looked out the door into the sunny afternoon and then closed the door.