A Hidden Voyeur

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Cassandra is on her knees, dutifully sucking her fiancé's cock. She bobs with gusto, swallowing him down to his balls. Her hair, tied up into a pair of small pigtails, is coiled around his fists and used as leverage to control her speed. Her hands are resting comfortably on the floor, inches away from her pussy but forbidding from touching it.

“Sluts like you give the best blowjobs,” the target states, forcing her down and **** her on his cock. “You're always hungry for it.”

Unable to answer, she swallows him even faster, eager to prove how true his words were. Eventually needing to breathe, she pulls back with a throaty gasp. Once recovered, she opens her mouth and rolls out her tongue, begging for more.

He slaps her, making her flinch and yelp from the pain. She glances up to look at her future husband, teary-eyed and dejected from the sudden ****. The whimper she makes is so quiet that the camera is barely able to record it.

“You said you’d stop slapping me.”

As expected of him, the target sticks to his script. “And I told you your pleasure was inconsequential!” His demeanor betrays his dislike for the activity, but the cunt is too despondent to notice. “I’ll stop when you tell me you can no longer handle it.”

He toed the line by challenging her to quit, but thankfully the stubborn bitch doesn’t utter her safeword. Whether out of selfish pride or love for her future husband, Cassandra opts to continue with her punishment and finds the resolve to kneel tall, mouth open for more of his dick.

“Here,” John moves a hand to her crotch. She gasps from the sudden touch, her cunt having gone without any stimulation until now. “Enjoy,” he tells her dismissively, his fingers a blur while he rubs her clit. It doesn’t take long for her to climax.

As she shudders with pleasure, he reaffirms his grip on her head and shoves his cock back into her throat. When her jaw clamps down, he pulls on her pigtails and resumes his thrusts.

Next to the monitor, a pen sits idly on an open notepad. The page on which it lays is covered in scribbles. As the video continues to play, a shadow picks up the pen and quickly jots down a thought on an empty line. The pen is soon dropped and the shadow moves out of the screen’s light.

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_Cassandra, bottomless and tense with anticipation, lays in John’s lap. As requested in the email, she faces the camera, giving it the perfect angle to capture her pained expressions. The message had been clear: All spankings were to be done this way._

Above her, John casually massages one of her pale asscheeks. He readies himself and silently raises his second hand above her other globe. When it drops, the spank echoes loud and carries well through the speaker.

SMACK!

“One!” Cassandra screams, her face contorting nicely for the camera to see. “Thank you for spanking me!” As the sting fades, her eyes open and she unintentionally looks directly into the hidden lens. They shine with pain, fear, and pride.

SMACK!

“Two!” she gasps, vigorously shaking from the blow. “Thank you for using me!”

She struggles in his grip but the target manages to keep her pinned down, ensuring no escape. Beneath his hands, her cheeks turn red from the **** of the impacts. Remembering his instructions, John doesn’t relent and brings the first hand back down for a third hit.

SMACK!

“Threeeeee!” she screeches, wailing like a banshee. Locked solidly in his lap, she flails her legs repeated against the mattress. Her body shakes from the lingering pain and Cassandra lowers her head, muffling her words with the mattress.

“What was that?” her fiancé growls, grabbing her head and yanking her back up.

“Thank you!” she gasps.

“For what?”

“For degrading me!” she finishes, shame and embarrassment riddled across her face. Satisfied, John drops her head back onto the bed and moves his hand back over her buttocks.

SMACK!

“F… Four!” she gasps, struggling to form the word. “Th… thank yo… you! For… For…” Unable to finish, she wails and buries her face back into the mattress.

This time, the target chooses to grant mercy. Instead of continuing her penance, he gently massages both crimson cheeks and gives her a moment to collect herself. Nevertheless, he remains strict. “We’re redoing that one.” he tells her, following as instructed.

_“Of course,” she replies, breathing heavily to regain her composure. _He waits until he thinks she is ready.

SMACK!

“Four!” she yells, nearly blowing out the speaker. “Thank you for training me!”

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A series of images fills the screen, dozens of photographs showcasing countless Cassandras in compromising positions. Cum decorates her face in most of them, a badge of honor she wears with satisfaction and pride. Nearly all of them picture her fully nude, forming a collection of degrading photos that her fiancé had been tasked to collect as part of her degradation.

These were stored aside and kept as assurance. If the target ever dares to step outside of his bounds, the script is poised and ready to flood all social media platforms with their deeds. One misstep and their lives would be ruined; their chance at having a normal marriage, gone.

“Although,” a voice echoes in the dark room. On the screen, a Cassandra weeping dark tears is smiling with a face covered in semen, “I suppose a normal marriage isn’t really an option for them anymore.”

It would soon be time to begin phase two. The email was already drafted. All that was left was to wait for the script to ensure it was sent out at the appropriate time.

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Cassandra was on her knees, looking up at her fiancé while she rubbed her tits…

Two weeks. That’s how long it took for you to receive your next set of instructions.

Like before, the email threatens the sanctity of your marriage and future with Cassandra whilst demanding you to pick another perversion. Scanning through the dozen links, each pointing to further depravity, you somehow quell your anger at the situation. It was hard to be mad when the previous two weeks had seen the best sex of your life.

It was clear your choice to **** her had awoken something in Cassandra. A strange eagerness filled you as you pondered the possibilities. What would it take for her to say no? How far could you push her before she refuses? Does she have a limit? Did you?

Each option seems more tantalizing than the one that precedes it. Finding the one that appeals to you most, you venture forth into deeper debauchery.

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