Public Cam Show

Tanya stood still in the relative privacy of her own bedroom, the curtains drawn despite the pale blue skies outside, and with the laptop facing her open on the desk.

She was alone. Well, that wasn't strictly true. She was alone in the room. The laptop, well, who knew how many people were on that.

There bright red light of the webcam blazed away uncompromisingly at the top of the laptop screen, and Tanya stood in front of it wearing only a simple black masquerade mask, and a long, red, tatty t-shirt that covered her top and her crotch, but not much else. One hand was protectively placed on the hem of the t-shirt, even though there was no breeze in the room that could threaten to lift it up. There were other forces at work to threaten that, however.

Tanya stared forward without making eye contact with the small black camera built into her computer. The masquerade mask hid her eyes, and rested snugly on her nose with a little but of the material arching down around her cheeks and up to cover the side of her temples.

In theory, she supposed, it protected her identity. In practice, she had to pray very, very hard that no-one who already knew her was logged on to the public webcam channel that the merciless Rachel had created.

She knew there would only be another minute or two to go before she'd be expected to 'perform'.

After Mitchell's "victory" at the store yesterday, she was now facing the first of her own tasks. While his had been costume based, the message that arrived this morning - addressed only to "Bitch Slut" - had been very explicit that hers was to be of an entirely different nature.

The door opened behind her, but Tanya didn't bother to turn around to acknowledge the arrival of Rachel and Mitchell.

Mitchell was reluctantly carrying a stand, and at Rachel's instructions placed it between Tanya's legs, after the tall red-head wordlessly spread them a little more.

She heard Rachel give a small delighted laugh as she took in the scene that was coming together in front of her.

"Well done, thank you for being so very, very helpful!"

Mitchell just gave Tanya a squeeze on the hand, and an encouraging look. "Good luck," he whispered, before retreating back to the side of the room, far away from the range of the webcam.

Rachel grinned, and wasted no time in attaching the large vibrator she'd been carrying to the stand Mitchell had already placed in the room. With no consideration for Tanya's dignity, or to even give her a warning, Rachel casually reached under Tanya's long t-shirt and felt for Tanya's naked pussy. Probing away, she teased the red pubic hairs that covered Tanya's womanhood, and then eased the dildo-shaped vibrator slowly into her vagina. Attaching the other end to the stand, Rachel then fussed over plugging the stand into a near-by power socket, and then stood back to admire her handiwork.

"Yes," she said, entirely to herself, "that will do very nicely."

Rachel reached over and checked everything was fine on the laptop, and delicately re-positioned the computer so that Tanya was perfectly framed in the shot.

"Right," Rachel then said, business-like, "you've read the instructions Tanya. You must survive the dildo for ten minutes. If you manage to go that long without climaxing, you win a valuable point. If you don't... well, everyone on the channel will get to see you experience that most personal of moments in perfect resolution!"

Rachel then leaned conspiratorially towards Tanya, "And between you and me, I wouldn't bet against some of those naughty watchers out there recording this session for later... use." She winked, and laughed as she was rewarded by Tanya flinching slightly.

"Now," she continued, "there's just one other small task to do before I can throw the switch and get you started..." Rachel pointed at Tanya's t-shirt and indicated with the flick of a finger what Tanya was expected to do.

"Take it off." She said. Tanya just looked at her.

"Take it off. NOW." Rachel repeated, in a tone that gave no room for argument.

Slowly, Tanya placed both her hands on the hem of the t-shirt, and then began to drag it up over her body. She shook slightly as her crotch came into prominent view on webcam display that was reflected back to her on the laptop screen.

Her stomach was next, and as she continued to slowly pull up, the underside of her boobs flashed from underneath. She hesitated momentarily, before rallying her courage, and continuing upwards.

As the nipples on her small but well-rounded breasts came into view, she had no more modesty to protect, and she just ripped the shirt off, and threw it accusingly as Rachel's feet.

For a few seconds, she just stood there, her crotch impaled on the dildo attached to a stand between her legs, while dozens, perhaps hundreds of online perverts drank their fill of her naked body.

And then, without any other announcement or ceremony, she felt a vibration in her pussy, and the low hum of the dildo going to work.