"Sit down on the porch and play with yourself."

(Originally by PhantomPen)

"You want me to do what?!" Mackenzie nearly shouted, managing to quiet herself as she remembered her current predicament.

"You heard me. I want you to take a seat and go to town on yourself." Rachel responded calmly, her vicious smile showing how much she enjoyed the power she exercised over her naked victim.

"But why?" Mackenzie pleaded. She just couldn't understand what Rachel stood to gain from this.

"Why? Because I feel like it! I'm the one in charge here, I don't have to justify myself. Now, are you gonna do it, or do I have to call the police and report a streaker?" Rachel shot back.

Terrified at the idea of the police getting involved, Mackenzie slowly sat down, her back to the porch railing. Hesitantly, she spread her legs and began teasing herself. Slowly, the pleasurable sensations of her fingers overtook Mackenzie's senses, and she was lost in sexual ecstasy. While her right hand teased and fingered her glistening crotch, her left hand went to her breasts, squeezing them and tweaking her stiffened nipples. Eyes closed in pleasure, Mackenzie was blind to the rest of the world, softly moaning to herself.

After several minutes, Mackenzie finally climaxed, her juices pouring out between her legs and pooling on the porch beneath her. As the sexual haze lifted, Mackenzie's eyes slowly opened, then shot open in shock when they registered a camera in Rachel's hands.

"No! That wasn't part of the deal!" Mackenzie whined, her stomach sinking as she realized what had just happened.

"Deal? Who said anything about a deal? The rules change as I see fit, you got that?" Rachel snapped, putting the camera away for now. "So, now that that's settled."