Author: Sampson_Simpson2001 (sampson_simpson2001@yahoo.com) Title: The Blackmail of the Lawrence Family - Part 5: Family Breakfast Summary: Emmy's blackmailer takes her shame and humiliation to the next level as he forces the sixteen year-old girl to perform in a much more familiar and intimate environment. Emmy's older brother has a shocking revelation about what kind of girl his baby sister really is, and our blackmailer finally reveals details about his identity. Keywords: f-solo, blackmail, exhib, humil, reluc, nc, ws, inc The Blackmail of the Lawrence Family - Part 5: Family Breakfast (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 Parts 1, 2, 3 and 4 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! ========================================================== The next morning, Sunday, Emmy woke early and showered. She waited until she heard her brother stirring in the room next to hers, and then she went to the package and took out the items the blackmailer had ordered her to when he'd called her the previous night. She laid the two dildos on the bed. Taking up the phone that sat on her desk, she dialed the blackmailer and brought the phone to her ear. "Good morning, Emily," said the voice on the other end of the phone. "Are you ready?" Removing her towel, she brought her hands down to her pussy, which she was surprised to discover was already wet. "Yes," Emmy said. She opened Yahoo and turned on her webcam. "Good, Emily, I can see you. Now get ready like we discussed last night; it's almost time for breakfast." Emmy felt herself amazed again at how much the man knew about her and her household; it was almost unreal the way he knew the timing of things. Her fingers slid into her damp crack and roamed around for a moment, getting slick with her juices. She thought back to the previous evening, after she'd returned home from her bizarre, perverse outing. Emmy had felt disgusting after what she'd been forced to do in the coffee shop. She'd spent over two hours in the bathroom, scrubbing every inch of her body and brushing her teeth several times, trying to get rid of the taste of the construction workers' semen. When she'd finally laid down in her bed to sleep, she'd no sooner closed her eyes when the phone rang. She'd answered it quickly. "What do you want?" she'd snarled into the phone. "Just wanted to chat," the blackmailer had said playfully. "I don't feel like it," Emmy had replied curtly. She'd been furious at the way the blackmailer had tortured her at the coffee shop, refusing to let her use the bathroom, forcing her to debase herself in front of those boys. "Awww, Emily, don't be like that. I think you enjoyed today more than you're willing to accept, to me and to yourself." "I fucking hated it," Emmy had said, staring up at her darkened ceiling. "It was sick." "Yes, it was sick," the voice on the phone had replied. "You pissed yourself in front of a bunch of boys so young they probably don't even have hair on their balls. How much do you want to bet that was the first time any of those boys had ever seen a pussy in the flesh before?" Emmy had thought about it for a moment. He was probably right. "I'll bet those boys spend the rest of their lives remembering the girl in the Starbucks who spread her legs for them and let them watch her as she orgasmed and pissed all over the place. I bet they masturbate thinking about it for decades." She sighed. "Yeah, probably." "Just think about it, Emily. You've changed the lives of six young boys, not to mention sixty-seven construction workers." "Sixty-seven?!!" Emmy was shocked to hear the number presented to her so starkly. "Well, no. Sixty-two construction workers, two Starbucks employees, that kid sitting near you, that old guy and the man running the food cart across the street." "Jesus," said Emmy. All she could remember was bobbing her mouth up and down, feeling the spurts of semen entering her mouth, the taste of each load of cum sliding down her throat. The taste, each one different from the last. Had it really been sixty-seven people? "You know, taking average semen load quantities into account, you probably swallowed more than an entire cup of semen this morning," the man on the phone had told her. "Maybe more." Emmy had closed her eyes and tried to imagine what eight ounces of semen would look like. "Well, anyway," the voice on the phone had said brightly, after a moment's silence, "you'd better get some sleep. Tomorrow morning's going to be another big one for you. Here's what I want you to do." And with that, he'd proceeded to give Emily a set of strict instructions. Failure to follow them to the letter, he said, would result in punishment - in exposing her perversity, her darkest secrets, the sick things she'd done, to her family, her friends, the schools she'd applied to. Now, the next morning, Emmy looked at the dildos and asked herself if all of this was really worth it. Would her blackmailer ever really let her go? She'd been photographed and videotaped so many times, by the strangers at the factory, by the construction workers at the coffee shop, even by the boys she'd pissed in front of. How could she even be sure that the video of those interactions wouldn't come back to bite her in the ass? She thought back to the photographs that had gotten this whole sick mess started, thought back to the things she'd done to herself. Thought of the long list of people the blackmailer had threatened to send copies of those photographs to - her parents, her grandparents, friends, teachers, the colleges she'd applied to...the list went on and on. Then she remembered that the blackmailer must have captured video of all of the things she'd done since then - holding her asshole open and letting those strangers line up to take turns jerking off into it; sucking those dozens of cocks at the Starbucks... It was like everything her blackmailer forced her to do just gave him more leverage over her. No, Emmy decided. In the end, he had too much on her by this point - she was in way too deep. All she could hope was that sooner or later he would grow tired of her and move on to someone else. She just had to make it that far without having this whole thing blow up in her face. After a moment Emmy picked up one of the dildos and the lube and squeezed out a dollop of the clear liquid onto the head. Positioning herself so that the webcam could get a clear shot, Emmy slid the dildo into her pussy, feeling it slide in farther and farther until only the slightly widened nub was sticking out. She looked at the webcam, saw her young face peeking over her breasts at herself, saw the dildo fully inserted into her pussy. Emmy took her hands away and found that the dildo stayed. She reached for the other one and lubricated it from top to bottom. Then, pulling her legs up and bending her knees until they pressed against her breasts, she positioned the dildo against her anus. Pushing slowly, Emmy felt the cool plastic begin to penetrate her. As she continued to push the pain came, sharp bursts as the dildo slid farther up into her bowels. The sixteen year-old continued to push, craning her head around her knees to watch on her computer screen as the toy entered her bowels. Her eyes grew wide as it slid farther and farther. Finally Emmy found it difficult to slide the dildo in farther. Still she pushed as hard as hard as she could manage, whimpering a bit as her asshole gave way, until at last just the widened base protruded. Both dildos were now fully inserted into her asshole and vagina, the widened battery caps on the bases stopping them from disappearing into her completely. She reached for the tape and pulled off a medium-length strip. Then, watching on the webcam, she affixed it to the small of her back, bringing it down across her anus, then up across her vagina until it reached her belly button. She pressed the tape down, making sure it was on strong. Then Emmy repeated the process a few more times, covering the area and firmly containing the dildos inside of her. "Good, Emily," said the voice on the phone. "Your parents should be leaving the house soon for their open house. Now get dressed and go down for breakfast." As he hung up the phone, Emmy marveled again at the extent of his information. Emmy's parents were indeed attending an open house this morning and weren't due back until the afternoon. Emmy got to her feet, feeling a bit unsteady because of the plastic inside of her. She took a few steps, getting the feel of the dildos inside of her, then reached for the plaid skirt the blackmailer had sent her, sliding it on. It fit perfectly at the waist, although, looking at herself in the mirror, it was really short. The skirt barely came down more than five inches down her waist, stopping two-thirds of the way down her thigh. It was the kind of skirt she'd never let her parents see her wearing. She heard the front door slam and her parents' car starting in the driveway. They were gone. Through the wall she heard her brother moving around, getting dressed. Emmy got dressed herself, pulling out the tee-shirt that had arrived in the package and pulling it on without a bra, as the blackmailer had ordered her to do. Jesus, she thought, sliding the fabric over her head. The shirt was way too small. She pulled it on, stretching it across her exposed breasts and pulling it down as far as it would go on her young body; as it was the shirt didn't even come down to her belly button. Emmy looked at herself in the mirror. The outfit, she had to admit, actually didn't look half bad; it was pretty cute, but on the other hand, she thought, it was definitely slutty as hell. She turned around, checking to see whether the dildos were visible. Arching her neck, she saw that while standing, the dildos couldn't really be seen. Bending over, however, she found that they immediately became very visible round bumps in her skirt, even through the tape that was holding them down. Emmy sighed. There was nothing she could do about it but try to avoid a situation where she'd have to bend over. Her hair she pulled back into pigtails as her blackmailer had instructed, and then, after one final check in the mirror, headed downstairs, walking gingerly down the staircase, each step she took making the dildo in her ass push in a bit and then slide out a bit. Her brother was already at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal and drinking a cup of coffee while he read the newspaper. He didn't look up as Emmy came into the kitchen. "Hey big brother," she said. "Hey, sis" he replied. Taking a sip of his coffee. Emmy glanced at him as she crossed the room and took a bowl down from the cabinet. He still hadn't noticed her. She was glad; the dildos in her pussy and asshole made it hard for her to walk and she was afraid that he'd notice. "What's wrong with you?" he asked suddenly. Emmy froze in place. He'd noticed. "You're walking like you've got a stick up your ass." Emmy laughed, trying to sound as casual as she could. "Just had a rough time in P.E. on Friday, that's all." Grabbing the bowl and a coffee cup from the cabinet, she turned back to see that Brian was no longer reading the newspaper; his eyes were on her. Emmy tried to stop herself from blushing as she realized that her own brother was seeing her in an outfit like this, her braless breasts sharply profiled in the tight, stretchy tee shirt and her skirt barely covering the lower curve of her ass. She sat down at the table as gingerly as she could. Even so, as her buttocks came to rest on the cushioned chair, the dildos in her ass and pussy were pushed even harder and deeper inside of her, causing her to gasp a bit. Her brother Brian raised an eyebrow at her as she set the blackmailer's phone down on the table next to her as she'd been ordered to do. On the table was a gallon of milk and a box of Fruit Loops. Brian was halfway through a bowl. Emmy reached for the coffee and was pouring it into her cup, trying not to notice that her brother kept glancing in the general direction of her breasts. With her nipples soft, they weren't visible through the fabric, but she'd learned at the mirror that once they got erect, they poked right up through the thin top, obscenely obvious. She'd just finished pouring the coffee when the blackmailer's phone rang. Emmy jumped at the sound of it, feeling her breasts bounce in the tee-shirt. She snatched it up and answered it as casually as she could. "Hey," she said. "How's it going?" "It's going good," said the blackmailer. "I can see you where you're sitting." Emmy's eyes went wide and she forced herself not to look around the room. "No shit," said Emmy. "Seriously?" She glanced at her brother. He was reading the newspaper again, but stealing glances at her ever few seconds. "Seriously," said the voice on the phone. "Now listen to me. At the touch of a knob I can get both of those dildos between your legs vibrating as fast as I want to - and trust me, they go pretty fast." Emmy didn't say anything for a moment as the reality of what he was saying sank in, as the realization of what he might be planning took hold. "Wow," said Emmy. "Wow indeed," said the blackmailer. "Now, here's what you're going to do. You're going to get up and get yourself a bowl of Cheerios." The cereal was on the bottom shelf, directly across from where her brother Brian was sitting. Emmy realized that if she had to bend down to get the cereal from the cabinet where her parents kept it, her brother would be able to clearly see the round bases of the two dildos inside of her; if she squatted down to get it, though, there was a good chance she'd pull the tape loose and the dildos might come falling right out of her. "Can't," Emily tried to say casually, but inside she was anything but. There it was - a line in the sand. "Sorry," she added hastily. The voice on the other side of the phone sounded cheerful. "No, you're not. But you're about to be. You don't get to say no to me." Emmy heard the phone click off in her ear but kept it there a second longer. "OK," she said to no one, trying to sound less panicked than she suddenly was. "Talk to you in a bit." She set down the phone. Almost immediately Emmy felt a bizarre stirring in her gut that flickered up her stomach and down her legs and arms to her fingertips. In an instant she realized what it was; the blackmailer had activated the vibrator in her pussy. The realization came across her in a wave, as did the pleasure coming from her groin. The vibrator in her pussy was vibrating slowly, making her feel hot and causing her to immediately start squirming in her chair. The humiliation was sudden and intense, and it came along with incredible pleasure. Emmy could feel her face hot, flushed, as she squirmed in her seat. Brian was watching her intently with a look of confusion and disbelief on his face. "Are you ok?" he asked. "What's wrong with you? "Nothing," Emily almost moaned. "I'm...f-fine." Her phone rang quietly in front of her, a new text message. She snatched it up and looked at the message. "Get the Cheerios now," it said. Suddenly the vibration in her pussy stopped. The relief crashed over Emmy, the sudden absence of the sensation palpable. She tried to control her breathing as she got to her feet, dizzy. "I'm gonna get some Cheerios," she said, breathless. She turned to the cabinet. The moment was on her - bend and expose the bulges in her skirt, or squat and, she was sure, rip off the tape. The latter seemed to be the more impossibly humiliating option of the two, so Emmy steeled up her resolve and bent over toward the cabinet. The sixteen year old girl could almost feel her brother's eyes on her ass like two smoldering embers as she opened the cabinet and fished around for the cereal. Where was it? She pushed aside the boxes in the front and felt around the back of the cabinet. She could feel the fabric of her skirt stretching so tightly across the dildos protruding from her vagina and anus that it actually drove them slightly deeper into of her. Finally her fingers seized on a box and she pulled it out. Cheerios. Her sigh of relief was audible as she got to her feet and turned back toward the table. Brian's eyes were completely focused on her ass. As she turned Emmy saw his eyes rise suddenly from her waist to her eyes, a guilty look on his face. His eyes searched hers for a moment, Emmy trying to figure out if her brother had really just seen the two dildos inside of her, and her brother wondering whether she'd caught him looking at them. Both seemed to realize at the exact same moment that what had just happened had actually happened. Emmy returned to the table, silent, her face completely flushed, utterly humiliated. She was sure that Brian had seen the two dildos inside of her and was either wondering what they were or, even worse, had already figured it out. No sooner had she sat down, her ears throbbing with the rushing sound of blood as her face flushed even darker red, the dildo in her ass began to vibrate slowly. The thin fabric on the dining room chair wasn't enough to stifle the sound of the hard plastic base of the dildo rubbing vibrating against it, and the noise filled the room. Emmy shrank in her seat as she felt the anal dildo buzz inside of her and heard the sound. Again, although less extreme than before, waves of pleasure began to wash over her, in spite of her brother watching her quizzically, his coffee and cereal long forgotten. "What the hell is that sound?" he asked. Emmy squirmed in her seat, slamming her ass down hard on the dildo, pressing it flat against the fabric of the chair so that the sound was muffled. "I dunno," said the girl, feeling the vibrations filling her bowels and moving up through her body. No sooner had she muffled the noise of the dildo in her ass, shoving herself down onto it as hard as she could, driving it farther into her young body, the one in her vagina started up again. She knew the blackmailer was having fun watching her squirm in front of her older brother. Again and again the waves of pleasure rolled over Emmy. She tried to act natural as she reached for the cereal, but her shaky hands spilled the cereal around her bowl, further drawing her brother's attention. He was staring frankly at her, the look on his face difficult to read. It looked like a mixture of disgust and curiosity, and something else - something hungry. As she reached for the milk the vibrations in both of her holes started coming faster and harder; Emmy could feel the change in intensity as it shook her entire body. Her pussy felt like it must be soaking wet, the buzzing in her crotch activating every nerve ending in her body, turning her super-sensitive. With horror Emmy realized that her nipples had become hard. She tried to position the cereal so it was blocking her tightly-clad breasts from her brother, but the napkin holder was in that spot and moving it would have been awkward. She put the box back down as she felt her nipples getting more and more erect, pressing out against the taut fabric. Her brother slowly spooned cereal into his mouth and pretended to read the newspaper, his eyes the whole time on her breasts. Emmy's face flushed all the way down her neck and into her shirt as the vibrators drove her levels of pleasure higher and higher, knowing that her brother had seen both the dildos in her pussy and ass and her now rock-hard nipples which cut through the thin fabric like embossment. The sixteen year-old stole a glance downward; her nipples were stretched so tight on the thin fabric that even the areola around them was faintly visible; it was obscene, and every time she glanced up at her older brother, his eyes were affixed to them like magnets. Did he know? Had he realized, in whole or in part, what was going on? Emmy could barely think straight as the vibrators inside of her did their work. She was beyond horny at this point; her pussy and asshole, soaking in the juices trapped inside the tape, felt like they were going to explode with the sexual pressure that was building up inside of her. Her left hand, below the table, she had to physically restrain from lifting up and pinching her erect nipples. Instead she crammed a mouthful of Cheerios into her mouth. Suddenly the vibrators went full-throttle. Emmy could barely see straight; everything in front of her face looked blurry as her eyes lost focus. She chewed the Cheerios slowly, idly, as the pleasure washed over her. With a start she realized the she was moaning. She looked up in shock and embarrassment at Brian. Her brother was staring at her, not even remotely trying to hide his interest. "Mmm," she said. "I totally love Cheerio-ooh!" Her words turned into a squeal of pleasure as an orgasm began to build up inside of her. "Mmmmm," she moaned, spooning another mouthful into her mouth. She tried to contain herself, feeling her brother's eyes burning through her as she began to crest into her climax. Her own brother was about to watch her orgasm; the awareness of that, the humiliation that Emmy was feeling, suddenly began to pour back into her, began to reinforce the vibrating between her legs, to drive her toward her peak, faster and faster. Her own brother was looking at her erect nipples. Her own brother had seen the bulges of two dildos, one in her pussy and one in her asshole. And her own brother had watched her go from a normal personal a slavering mess, moaning as she ate her Cheerios. Underneath the table Emmy realized that her left hand was moving, as if of its own will; as the pressure in her built and built she couldn't control it, and her hand slid underneath her skirt, coming to rest on the tape above her clitoris. Hiking the skirt back and spreading her legs underneath the table, she rubbed her clitoris through the tape as the vibrators inside of her brought her to the breaking point. She didn't care now if Brian knew; she didn't care if he saw her tits hard and tight in the too-small tee. She didn't care, she just wanted to cum so bad, here and now. The phone buzzed again, another text message. Without stopping the work she was doing to herself with her left hand, she picked up the phone and looked at it, conscious of her brother staring at her. "Knock the milk over." it said. The pressure inside of Emmy was incredible, intense, maddening. She wanted to obey this man, this anonymous stranger on the other end of the phone who brought her over and over again to these climaxes, who unlocked her darkest fantasies and secrets and desires and made them real. With her right hand Emmy reached for the milk, tipping the half-gallon jug, spilling it across the table. It poured across her older brother's side of the table and dripped onto the floor. "Shit, sis!" he said, jumping back. "Sorry," she almost moaned, her left hand still working as fast as it could underneath the table. "I'm so...ungh....clumsy today..." "Forget it," he said. "I'll get it." He stood up and crossed the kitchen, taking up a towel and wetting it at the sink. Bringing it back to the table, he first sopped up the spilled milk on the kitchen table and then crouched underneath the table to get the rest. As if on cue, Emmy began to come, her orgasm welling up inside of her like a hot spring, finally giving way as her fingers stroked her clitoris through the fabric. As the climax washed over her, stunning with its intensity, Brian knelt under the table, supposedly cleaning up the spilled milk. The sixteen year-old girl knew her big brother was watching her hands beneath the table, staring at the strap of tape that ran between her legs, up across her pussy to her belly button, seeing the bulge at her cunt that was the vibrator. The vibrating plastic pushed her farther and farther into the throes of passion, into complete rutting abandon. As the sixteen year-old girl climaxed, knowing her brother was watching her crotch from under the table, Emmy's right hand came up to her breast, squeezing the nipple through the fabric, pinching it hard. She bit her tongue. The vibrators continued to buzz away, carrying her along in a wave of mindless rapture. Through the orgasmic haze, Suddenly Emmy felt an intense pressure building up in her groin, and before she could stop herself, she shot a substantial stream of piss into the tape enclosure that held the dildos in place. "Oh my GOD," she moaned. "Oh fuck! FUCK!" Still the toys in her pussy and asshole vibrated, taking her orgasm farther and farther. Emmy leaned back in her chair, the pleasure unstoppable, pulling her shirt up, grabbing her naked breast and bringing it up to her mouth, sucking hard on it, teeth biting down on her erect nipple as wave after wave of orgasm rocked her body. Emmy's eyes flittered down, past the breast in her mouth, past her crotch where her hand feverishly rubbed at her clitoris through the tape, to the floor underneath the table. The spilled milk lay forgotten in a wide pool on the floor and her brother Brian kneeled in front of her spread legs, mesmerized, spellbound by the sight of his sister masturbating in front of him at the kitchen table. From his vantage point he had a clear view of both her crotch and the breast in her mouth. Humiliated, Emmy slid her left hand from her clitoris, gripping the side of the chair as a renewed wave of uncontrollable rapture spread over her. For the briefest of seconds, their eyes met. Emmy's face, flush and contorted, looked into her older brother's, his full of shock and fascination. At that very moment the tape, soaked through with urine and vaginal fluids, tore away, the pressure of her pussy and ass pushing back against the dildos filling them too much to bear. It peeled off, starting at the top near her belly button and falling away in an instant. The sixteen year-old's eyes went wide as the tape peeled off, her legs spread, her engorged pussy completely exposed to her older brother. The piss dribbled down off the tape, soaking into the upholstery of the chair and spilling onto the floor beneath the table. No sooner had the tape come off than a renewed surge of pressure welled up inside of Emmy and again a squirt of urine shot from her pussy, and then another, splashing onto the floor underneath the table and narrowly missing Brian, hypnotized by the obscene, impossible sight in front of his eyes. The spasms in her pussy squeezed at the dildo and the young girl, helpless, felt it begin to slide out. She reached for it but the toy, slick with her pussy juices and the lube she'd coated it with, slid between her fingers and fell on the kitchen floor, rattling obscenely across the tile floor away from her. In an instant Emmy's world came crashing back down around her. The vibrations in her pussy now gone, the reality of the situation slammed her like a freight train. The climax subsided as quickly as it had come. Blinded by the sudden and delayed humiliation, Emmy jumped to her feet, her breast still hanging out from her lifted tee-shirt, and ran from the kitchen. As she mounted the stairs, already sobbing, the dildo in her ass slid out, bouncing down two stairs and coming to rest at the bottom, buzzing around on the floor at the foot of the stairs. She slammed her door behind her and threw herself on the bed, buried her face in the blankets and wailed as the shame of what she had just done washed over her, the knowledge that it was irreversible, that what she had just shown her brother, what he had just watched with undisguised arousal, would always be between them, that every time he looked at her, he'd see her shaved pussy, dripping with piss, as a six-inch vibrator slid out of it and fell to the kitchen floor, and every time she looked at him, she'd see his eyes, fixated on her shame, soaking it in like he was hungry for it. Emmy cried and cried, burying her face deep into the thick blankets on her bed. She was horrible, she knew, a completely disgusting whore. She'd done something so sick, so horribly wrong, that it would likely change her life forever, and the whole time she'd gotten so caught up in it, so tied to the moment, that she'd enjoyed it. Sobs racked her young, nubile body as she realized that it was Brian watching her that had driven her orgasm so far and for so long, not just the vibrators between her legs. She was filthy, sickening. All the things she'd done since this had all started came back to her in bright, vivid flashes, and they all ended the same way - Emmy bucking and writhing under the throes of orgasms more powerful than any she'd ever had before in her life, orgasms so incredible that they permeated every tiny stitch of the fabric of her being, took desire and passion and lust and mixed it all together with shame and humiliation. Through the covers, past the sound of her sobs, Emmy heard a noise that made her heart stop. The blackmailer's phone was ringing, and the sound was coming closer, getting louder. She'd left it downstairs! She quieted herself as she heard a soft shuffle outside her door. The ringing sounded like it was right out there, as well. She got to her feet and moved to the door. After a moment she heard her brother's door open and close. Quickly Emmy opened the door. Outside, on the floor outside her room, was the blackmailer's phone, still ringing. Emmy's face flushed with renewed shame, humiliation and embarrassment as she saw that her older brother had set down the two dildos next to the phone. The tape was nowhere to be seen. Emmy snatched up the dildos and the phone and brought them into her room, shutting the door behind her as quietly as she could, throwing the hateful dildos on the bed and pulling the phone to her ear. Still crying, Emmy answered the phone, burying herself in the blankets and answering it. "What?" she snapped between sobs. "Amazing, Emily!" said the voice of her blackmailer. "Again, you've completely outdone yourself! Your ability to debase and degrade yourself never ceases to amaze me." "You bastard," she wailed into the phone. "You fucking bastard!" Her cries, muffled in the blankets, slowed to sobs. "Did you enjoy yourself there, Emmy?" asked the blackmailer, his voice filled with mirth. "Did you enjoy that , rutting like that, losing yourself completely?" "No!" Emmy cried. "I fucking hated it! It made me fucking sick, you mother fucker!" The blackmailer laughed on the other end of the line. "Emily, Emily," he said. "Go look at your computer." Her face burning, Emmy got up and turned to the screen. Her webcam was still broadcasting from earlier; there were still hundreds of people watching her sobbing, wailing on the phone to her tormenter. She closed it quickly. "Yeah, so what?" The sixteen year-old restrained a sob, wiping her nose with her hand. "Open your email," said the voice on the phone. Emmy did, and found four new messages in her inbox. Each one contained a video file. Emmy opened the first one, and her heart literally started pounding so hard that she thought it would explode. She was looking at video feed of her kitchen. It was impossible, completely beyond belief, but it was true - Emmy was watching the kitchen table from a perspective above and behind Emmy's seat. On the chair, the sixteen year-old watched her hand slide across the table and spill the milk. Watched her brother slide down underneath the table with the rag in his hand. Watched herself cumming in front of him. From the angle of the camera, Emmy could see him lower himself down underneath the table and immediately stare at her crotch. The expression on his face moved from incredulity and disbelief to interest and fascination. In a rush Emmy closed the file. "Look at the rest," said the man. "Who the fuck are you?" Emmy snapped. "How are you doing this?" "Okay, Emily. You've been a good little slut this entire time, constantly exceeding my expectations, so I'll let you in on the secret." Emmy waited. Finally he spoke. "I'm a spook, Emily." "What?" she asked. "I work for the government," he said. "Off the books. And I have access to a lot of expensive technology and expertise. A lot." Emmy suddenly sat upright, looking around her bedroom. "Can you see me right now?" she asked. "Are you watching me?" "Of course," he said. "I've installed hidden cameras in every room in your house. Really good ones, too, top of the line." "But why?" she asked, her tears forgotten. "Because I can, and because I'm bored," he said. "And because I like to see girls like you discover what filthy, disgusting little sluts they are." Emmy said nothing. "And you are a filthy, disgusting slut, Emily." Still she said nothing. "Say it," he said. "What?" "Say it," he said. There was a long pause. "I'm a filthy, disgusting slut." "Yes, you are," he said. "You know you're a worthless human being, Emily. You'll let anyone do anything to you, and you like it. You like being watched, being used. You like knowing that men are spilling their semen for you, in person and online, because you know that's the only thing you're good for - making guys ejaculate." Emmy was sobbing again. "Now watch the rest of these," said the man. "I want you to see what you looked like when you came. I want you to see your older brother watching you and knowing that at that moment, however wrong it was, he wanted his cock inside of you, and so did you." The girl cried as she opened the next video file, watching the entire contents. Over and over she saw the incident play out from angle after angle; one shot showed her pussy clearly underneath the table. Even when her brother knelt under the table and watched her it didn't obstruct the camera's view of Emmy working. The camera was, indeed, high-quality; it caught the entire incident in grisly detail and Emmy knew that she was watching the exact same thing that her older brother had seen. "Masturbate," said the man on the phone as she was watching the second video. "I know watching this is making you horny, you filthy slut." Shame washed over Emmy again; she was, indeed, aroused. He knew everything about her, this government man; he knew what made her tick, what made her hot. She worked at her pussy and ass with both hands as she watched that video, then moved on to the third. This angle was farther back, showing Emmy in her entirety, the table splitting the shot down the middle. Beneath the table she saw again her masturbation in front of her brother, saw the tape slide free, saw her piss squirting uncontrollably, covering the kitchen floor. Saw the dildo sliding down. Saw herself standing and running out of the room; she even saw the dildo slip from her ass, bouncing down the stairs with the tape still attached. It was a beautiful camera angle. This video file ran longer than the others, though. There was more. From this angle she could see, once she ran out of the room, her brother climb up from underneath the table and sit down in the chair for a moment, seemingly stunned. Then she saw him reach down underneath the table and come up with the dildo that had slipped from her pussy. He stood, walked to the staircase, and picked up the one that had slipped from her ass, pulling the tape off and balling it up. He brought them both back to the kitchen table and laid them there, looking at them for a moment. Emmy's hand was working over her clit as she watched this, glancing over to her bed where the dildos now lay idle. Dragging her eyes back to the computer screen, Emmy's heart jumped when she saw her brother pick up one of the dildos and examine it. He brought it close to his face. Emmy realized he was sniffing it. The sixteen year-old girl watched in horror as her older brother brought the dildo to his mouth and slid it in. It was sick! Emmy was revolted, watching her brother licking and sucking clean the dildo that had been inside of her. At the same time the burning between her legs beckoned, her hands tiring. Emmy looked again to the dildos on her bed. In an instant she snatched impulsively. Lying back on the bed Emmy watched as her brother repeated the process, licking clean the other dildo. As he slid it into his mouth she slid the one in her hand into her cunt, sliding it all the way in. As if on cue, the dildo started to vibrate. "See? Having someone watch your every move has its perks," said the man on the phone. The sixteen year-old girl watched as her older brother reached down, unzipped his pants, and reached inside. Emmy knew she should look away as her brother pulled out his cock, but she was mesmerized. He drew out his penis, rock hard and surprisingly large, and began to jerk it off. He held the dildo in his hand, licking it as he stroked. After just minutes he suddenly tightened up, his rhythm increasing, and fired off a load of sperm that splashed across the entire breakfast table. The vibrator in her pussy filled her with lust, arousal and self-loathing, mixed together. "You know what to do with the other dildo, Emily," he said. "Tell me." "I'm going to put it in my ass," Emmy said. She clicked open the fourth video. This one was taken from behind Emmy and focused on her brother, Emmy in the foreground, facing him. It caught with remarkable clarity his shift underneath the table and the way he'd watched as his sixteen year-old sister had masturbated across from him. Emmy took the slicked-up dildo from her pussy and slid it into her ass, her juices slippery. It slid in with little trouble, sliding all the way up to the hilt. Again the vibration started. Both dildos humming away, Emmy watched Brian watch her masturbate, and she started to plunge each of the toys in and out of her, alternating her pussy and ass like a two-cylinder engine. "You're loving this," said the man on the phone. "Tell me." "Oh my god," said Emmy, the waves coming from within her overpowering her, sending her back, back, into the place where she had no control, where she had no power, where she was nothing more than a cum-hungry whore, good for nothing but making strangers ejaculate. "Oh my god, I love this." "Tell me about your brother," he said. On the screen, Emmy watched from up close as her brother pulled his cock out of his pants, saw his balls and scrotum and shaft with brutal sharpness. "Would you let him cum inside of you?" Slamming the vibrators in and out, Emmy cried out "Yes!" "Say it, you fucking slut! Say it!" "Yes!" shouted Emmy. "Yes!" The vibrators slamming inside and out of her had done their work; her insides were on fire, and it was spreading through her body like she was made of nothing but tinder. As the orgasm washed over the sixteen year-old girl she cried "Yes! I'd let Brian cum inside of me!" As she climaxed the pleasure crashed over her like a tsunami, fireworks going off behind her eyes and across her skin. She knew that her brother could hear her through the thin walls, and she didn't care. She wanted him to hear, wanted him to know what he could do to her, if he had the courage to ask. "Where?" asked the man. "Say where!" "I'd let Brian cum anywhere in me! In my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass, anywhere!" On the screen in front of her she saw him stiffen and saw the sperm blast out across the kitchen table in broad spurts, and as she masturbated herself across the orgasm, she wanted her brother's semen inside of her mouth. Finally the orgasm subsided. Emmy fell back on her bed, quivering and shaking. On her chair was a spreading pool of her vaginal fluids she'd leaked from her pussy. Past the rushing sound of blood in her ears she heard her brother's door open and shut again. She heard him head down the stairs and then the front door slammed open and closed. He was gone. Emmy lay back on the bed. "You fucker," she said, softly. "You whore," he said. "You love this." "When are you going to let me go?" she asked. "I've done everything you asked and more. I deserve to know." "I promise you Emily, I'll only need you for a few further engagements." "A few?" "A few," he said. "And then we'll call it even." Just a few more times, Emmy thought. A few more times and then he'll let me go. "But Emily?" he said, interrupting her thoughts. "Yes?" she asked. "I'm really going to work you hard these last few times," he said. "It's going to make all of this look like foreplay." "What does that-" Emmy started, but she heard the phone click. The blackmailer was gone. She looked at the dark phone, then at the computer, at the four video files in her mailbox, and then at the dildos. The house was empty, she thought to herself, reaching for the vibrators again.