Zoey looked at her computer screen, confused. Was there a pop-up ad playing somewhere?
"Yes, you. Having fun playing with yourself, Zoey?"
Zoey gasped. She shut her legs instinctively, covering her breasts with her arm.
"No, no. That won't do, slut. Show me your pussy again. I'm watching through your webcam."
Zoey lunged forward, covering her webcam with her hand. Fear started seeping in. Was this a trick? Had he really seen her? If so, what-
"You left your Facebook logged in, and the password stored on your computer. I have access now. If you don't sit back and spread your pussy again, these pictures are going to everyone you know."
Pictures started to pop up on Zoey's screen. Pictures of her. Masturbating. Taken just moments ago. She was really enjoying herself then, whereas now she was panicking. Her Facebook page opened up, and a message started to compose in front of her, addressing itself to everyone, and attaching the pictures. Zoey tried to close what she saw, but quickly found out she had no control of her mouse or keyboard.
"You have five seconds to sit back and spread your legs, or I click send. 5... 4... 3... 2..."
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