She goes home

She was in a sexual haze by the time she got home again and she went into her room and flopped onto her bed, her eyes closed. She started to day dream about the cock of her tormentor and how it felt as it penetrated her virgin pussy. She could feel her pussy grow wet as she thought about the hard thrusting cock sliding deep inside her as she imagined her hips humping against the hardness piercing her body. She was trembling with desire and she drifted her hand down to rub her swollen vulva, and quivering clit. She let out a loud moan of pleasure as she found her hard clit through the soaked crotch of her white cotton panties. She focused two fingers on the erect, pulsating nub of flesh and rubbed it rapidly back and forth. She could feel her orgasm was not far off, her nipples were rock hard and she reached up to pinch them through her bra and blouse. She could feel the warm lubrication filling her pussy, dripping out of her tight fuck hole into her panties. She slid two fingers past the elastic sides of her panties and crammed them into her tight opening. Her body convulsed in orgasm as soon as she did this and she kept the steady thrusting going as she climaxed, her body shaking with pleasure, loud moans of sexual fulfillment filling her bedroom.

The phone next to her bed rang seconds later and she almost screamed as the brash clanging of the phone startled her out of her sexual release. Her mind filled with thoughts as she reached for the phone, she had just masturbated again. She was so evil and slutty. She was going to pay for this in so many ways. Her guilt was total and absolute as she heard, “So you couldn’t wait for me could you. You are becoming such a slut. All I had to do was fuck you once and then you can’t think about anything else can you.”

Julie mind filled again with thoughts, he is so right. I am just a slut. God, I want to fuck him again. I need a cock in me. Oh, how am I ever going to get out of this. But she answered him with some fire in her voice, “How do you know what I am doing? Are you still watching me you stupid bastard?”

“First of all how I keep tabs on you is my business. Secondly, you are in no position to tell me about anything. Now before you insult me again I suggest you think about how much you would like your father to get the pictures from the other day, and the new ones that I just added. Or maybe I should post the video of you finger banging on the web. I bet someone would pay me some good cash for it.”

“Ok, Ok chill out. I won’t insult you any more”, you fucking asshole bastard Julie thought under her breath. “But I need to know when is this going to end when are you going to be done tormenting me. I can’t do this forever, I will kill myself.” Julie could feel her hot tears of frustration and guilt sliding down her face as she said this.

Mark did not answer her for a while. He almost felt bad, but then he realized that he was not really hurting her, and he just had to walk a careful line with her mentally so she did not break down on him. “Hmm, I am not ready to answer that yet,” he said carefully. “There are several more things I want you to do for me. If you do them then I will free you.”