Author: Sampson_Simpson2001 (sampson_simpson2001@yahoo.com) Title: The Blackmail of the Lawrence Family - Part 2: Emmy Drinks Some Piss Summary: Still reeling from her first forced exhibitionism, Emily is forced by her blackmailer to piss all over herself for thousands of strangers to watch. Keywords: fsolo, blackmail, exhib, ws, reluc, nc, voy The Blackmail of the Lawrence Family - Part 2: Emmy Drinks Some Piss (sampson_simpson2001@yahoo.com) Legal Stuff: THIS STORY IS PROTECTED UNDER THE LAWS OF COPYRIGHT. ANY REPRODUCTIONS, ALTERATIONS, AND/OR SALES WITHOUT THE WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED. Thanks for all the feedback on Part 1 of the story! Please don't hesitate to email me at sampson_simpson2001@yahoo.com to let me know what you think (the more explicit, the better - I get off on reading what people have to say!) and, most especially, if you have any suggestions about what young Emily's blackmailer should force her to do, let me know! ============================== Part 2: Emmy Drinks Some Piss When dinner was over Emmy did the dishes and then excused herself, claiming she had homework to do. The truth was that she got most of her homework done during class itself, and anyway, her workload at school was light since it was her senior year. Emmy closed her bedroom door behind her. Her desktop was still open. She pressed the button to power it up. Soon she was staring at the blank screen, the echoes of what had happened earlier fresh in her mind. She clicked Yahoo Messenger and logged into the account that the blackmailer had set up for her. There were seventy-eight new emails in Emmy's inbox. When she'd logged on earlier the inbox had been empty. Curious, she idly clicked the inbox button and scanned through the headings of the emails. Nearly all of them were variations of "Buddy me," or "Nice cam show!" or "I love your ass." She clicked the first one and drew back a deep breath as she saw a picture of a guy's dick, his hand wrapped tightly around it, his other hand held out in front of it, a puddle of sperm in the palm. Underneath it he'd written, "I wanted you to see what you did to me. I couldn't stop jerking off watching you slide that sharpie into your asshole." Despite her earlier orgasm, she felt the familiar warmth begin to spread between her legs. She ignored the sensation and clicked open another email. "Are you in NYC? I'd love to cum in your mouth," wrote the stranger. She clicked another, and found another picture of a cock, this one still hard, a bead of precum at the tip. Emmy clicked through more and more of the emails, feeling her nipples getting hard. She looked behind her at the bedroom door. It wasn't locked; her parents didn't allow her to have a lock on her door. She could hear her mother and father pottering around the kitchen downstairs, putting the dishes away. The phone rang suddenly. The sound spooked Emmy and she practically jumped out of the computer chair to grab the phone on the bed. She didn't want her parents to hear the phone ringing and wonder where she'd gotten it. Emmy's family all used the same brand of phones and this one had a completely different ringtone. She looked at the screen. "Call from Me," it said. She sighed. If she didn't answer it...no, she had to. There was no telling what that shithead would do if she didn't. She clicked the green button and brought the phone to her ear. "Hey Emmy," said the now-familiar voice. "Did you have a nice dinner?" "You sick fuck," Emily whispered harshly into the phone. "How did you know that I-" "How did I know that you were eating dinner? It's not brain surgery, Emmy. It's almost nine-thirty - everybody's eaten dinner by now." That made sense. Emmy realized that she was starting to get paranoid about this guy, wondering who he was and how he knew so much about her and her family. "Ok," she said. "Fine. What do you want?" "I want you to go drink at least one liter of water and then I will call you back in thirty minutes. You will answer immediately. Under no circumstances are you to go to the bathroom until you speak to me. Do you understand?" Fucking weirdo, Emmy thought. "Yeah, I understand you. All you want is for me to drink a liter of water?" "For now," he said. "And don't go to the bathroom. You'll hold it or...well, you know what I'll do if I'm not happy with you." "Fine," Emmy said, and hung up on him. She sighed. Drink a liter of water? What the fuck was that all about? And why all that bullshit about not going to the bathroom? No matter. Emmy took her water bottle to the bathroom and filled it from the sink. She stood in front of the mirror, drinking the water, watching herself. She couldn't believe that a day earlier her life had been completely different, that none of this blackmail bullshit had happened yet. Things could change so quickly, she thought. Emmy finished the bottle and refilled it again, taking it to her bedroom. That should be about a liter, she thought, if not more so. As she closed the door to her bedroom she turned back to her computer, saw the last email she'd opened on the screen, a guy with a pretty large cock and a not-bad body. As she drank the water she slipped her hand between her legs, rubbing idly against her crotch. All the water was making her feel like she had to use the bathroom, but the admonishment of the blackmailer echoed in her head. The thirty minutes slipped by quicker than she thought; she wasn't quite done with the second bottle of water when the phone rang. As required, Emmy answered it immediately on the second ring. "Hello?" asked Emmy. "Hello there, Emily," said the voice on the other end of the phone. "Did you do as I asked you?" "Yes," the girl said, "I'm just finishing off the second bottle of water now." "Good," he said. "Forget the rest of the water. I want you to log onto Yahoo again." Again? Emily couldn't believe it. He'd already forced her to masturbate on webcam once today - was he really going to do it again so soon? Was this what it was going to be like? Emmy quelled the questions in her mind and said, "I'm already logged on." "Excellent," replied the voice on the phone. "Now open up your webcam again." Emmy obeyed. Soon she saw herself in the webcam window on the screen. As before, strangers immediately started joining her webcam. Where did they keep coming from? It was like they were waiting for her to start broadcasting. "Now, I'm going to need you to move things around a bit," said the voice on the phone. "Let me see..." The idea of him looking around her bedroom made Emmy shudder. "OK. I want you to put the camera down on the floor in front of your bed, about two or three feet back." Emmy obeyed, moving the laptop into the position the blackmailer demanded. "Yeah, that'll do it, I think." "Is this going to take a while?" Emmy asked. "I've really got to use the bathroom." "Oh, don't worry about that," said the voice on the phone. "You worry about sitting on the floor in front of that camera and taking your clothes off." Emily groaned inwardly. So she was going to have to perform again. Without argument, she complied, sitting down on the floor in front of the camera so that her entire body and face were captured. She glanced at the webcam screen - in just the two minutes since she'd started broadcasting, hundreds of watchers had joined her webcam. She removed her sweater as she had done earlier, and unclasped her bra, letting her breasts hang free. Almost immediately her chat client began to receive incoming messages. Emmy ignored them, sliding off her skirt and slipping her panties down. She was completely naked in front of the webcam - again. "Very nice, Emmy," said the voice. "I can see we're really making some progress here." "Fuck you," said the girl. "Just tell me what you want me to do." "Lie down on your back, with your head facing the camera, and put your legs up on the bed in front of you." Confused, Emmy complied, trying to position herself as the blackmailer demanded. Soon she was flat on her back, her legs up on the bed, bent at the knees. "Like that?" she asked. "Move your hips higher up," said the voice on the phone. Emmy slid in closer and arched her back a bit, raising her hips up above so that they were in view of the webcam. "Perfect," said the voice on the phone. "Now listen very carefully, because if you screw this up, I'm sending those pictures. And maybe I'll mail off a copy to your grandparents." Emmy's heart began to race in fear and anticipation. "I want you to reach up and spread your pussy lips." Emmy did so, feeling her nipples harden and the warmth between her legs growing. "Good. Now I want you to piss all over your face." "What?!!" Emily almost shouted, before she remembered that her parents were still awake. "But this is my bedroom! I'll get piss all over everything! It'll be huge mess!" "No you won't," said the voice on the phone. "Because I want you to aim it at your mouth, and I want you to drink it all." Emmy was astonished. What kind of sick fuck was this guy? Piss in her own mouth? She opened her mouth to protest, then remembered the threat, imagined her grandmother opening a package like the one she'd received and seeing her naked body with marker scribbled all over it and a sharpie marker stuck up her ass. She cursed herself inwardly, and then arched her back a bit higher and began to push. Nothing happened. It was like her body was trained to only urinate where it was supposed to - and this definitely wasn't where it was supposed to. "I'm waiting, Emily," said the blackmailer. She pushed again. Still nothing happened. "I'm starting to think your heart isn't in this," he said. "I'll give you ten seconds." And he started counting down. "10, 9, 8, 7..." He made it to three when the first spurts of piss shot from Emily's vagina, spattering her chest. As the first wave hit her she relaxed a bit, and then it really started to flow. She scooted her butt higher up and the piss splashed across her face. She hadn't realized until now how badly she needed to urinate, and once she'd started it was hard to stop. The piss landed on her face, in her nose, trickling down into her hair and down her neck. She adjusted the pressure and the piss began to shoot directly into her open mouth. "Good, Emily, good. Do you like how that tastes, your own piss? Do you like knowing that a thousand strangers are watching you do this to yourself?" Emmy ignored the man and concentrated on urinating. Her mouth was almost full. "Swallow," said the man on the phone. "Swallow now." With nothing else to do, her mouth almost full to the brim, Emily closed her mouth, feeling her piss splashing across her lips, and swallowed. It tasted disgusting, salty and bitter. She spluttered as her urine splashed over her closed lips. She opened her mouth again and the piss again began to fill her mouth up. "Good, Emily, good. Keep going." Emmy ignored the voice. She couldn't stop now if she wanted to, she'd drank so much water. She was afraid that the urine would soak into the floor so she tried to aim the stream directly into her mouth. Before she even realized it she'd filled up her mouth again. "Swallow it. Swallow it all." She obeyed, again feeling the piss splashing across her face while her lips were closed. Emily gasped as she opened her mouth again. In all it took four swallows. Finally the stream of urine slowed. Unable to maintain the pressure, Emmy felt it splash across her tits and stomach. It was finally over. Emmy lay on the ground, her legs in the air, panting and tasting the urine in her mouth. Her hair was soaked, and her shoulders and back were resting in a pool of piss. She looked up at the ceiling and began to cry with humiliation. "You're not finished, Emily," said the man on the phone. "Turn around and slurp up that piss off the floor." Sobbing, Emmy obeyed, turning over onto her knees and bringing her lips down to the floor, to the puddle of urine there. She began to slurp, again tasting the salty flavor in her mouth. Soon she'd sucked up everything there. "Don't swallow yet," said the man on the phone. "Come toward the camera and open your mouth. I want to see it full of your piss." Emily leaned close to the camera. The tears were clearly visible, her eyes red and puffy. She opened her mouth and leaned into the camera. On the screen she could see the mouthful of piss sloshing around over her teeth and tongue. "Awww, don't cry, Emily," said the man on the phone. "After you see what I've got in store for you, you're going to wish all you had to do was lie on your back and drink a few mouthfuls of piss. But that's all for tonight. Go and get some sleep; tomorrow's going to be a big day for you." "Fuck you!" she shouted, and hung up the phone. She leaned forward to turn off the webcam. On her screen were dozens of messages from guys who'd watched her piss-drinking show. "You're fucking nasty!" said one. "I'd love to cum in your mouth, go soft inside, and then wash all that cum down with my piss!" "You filthy slut," said another. "You come over to my place and me and my friends will use you like the cumdumpster toilet you are." Emily slammed shut the computer, put her head down on it, and sobbed. How much farther was this sick fuck going to go?