Under Threat

Mia raised her head. Silent tears slid down her face. Her will to resist had reached its limits. She couldn’t take anymore.

“Please, that’s enough. Just let me go.”

Roxanne regarded her. Her arousal rose as she continued to drink in her body. There would be no mercy.

“We’re not finished. You’re still wearing something.” She leaned forward. “You know what I’d really like to see. How about we let that thong hit the floor? But, wait, that’s not good enough after you tried to strip me.”

Mia gulped. “That was the point of the game. That was what you wrote in your post.”

Roxanne narrowed her eyes. “I also wrote what the consequences were if you failed. Now… SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

Mia jumped at the sudden outburst before returning to her position in front of the camera, her arms clamped to her sides.

Roxanne tightened her jaw as she regained her composure. “Dance for me. Take it off… just like the stripper you’re destined to be. If you don’t, I’m going to turn this all the way up, and the last words you’ll ever hear will be mine.”

Mia obeyed.

Roxanne’s pulse accelerated with the exhilaration as Mia’s striptease began. She drank in every movement as Mia’s tear-stained face looked directly at the camera, and her hips began to sway. Her fingers teased the waistband of her lilac thong, and Roxy’s breath caught in her throat.

Mia danced to her thoughts as she turned, displaying everything as she gradually lowered her thong, exposing her hip bones and her soft, supple mound. The sight of her well-trimmed pussy was intoxicating as the thong fell down her legs, bringing the dance to an end.

Mia had been utterly defeated.