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Subject: {ASSM} There's An App For That by Delta Venus {voy, exhib, mast}
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There's An App For That - a Samantha's Shame Story
 by Delta Venus

Copyright 2009


My name is Samantha, Sam for short. This is another installment in a
journal that my bitch sister Betsy is making me write (see "Betsy The
Bitch"). I wouldn't be writing these things down if I wasn't being
forced into it. Writing this journal isn't the only thing I'm being
forced to do by Betsy, I'm also compelled to expose myself to whomever
she chooses, whenever the mood may strike her. She knows that I am
incredibly turned on by being embarassed and humiliated, the more
sexual the situation and the greater my embarassment, the more my body
responds with excitement. My brain rebels, but my body doesn't care.
The more humiliating the situation I have to endure, the hornier I
get. My sister says that makes me a slut. I'm not sure about that, but
it is hard to argue against the results.


So far Betsy has limited my shame to strangers, with the exception of
her boyfriend. While she hasn't even let him so much as look at her
tits, I have had to masturbate for the two of them while she jacked
him off. He can't get past first base with her, but she'll give him
hand jobs that rival the best massage parlor action while forcing me
to put on a pornographic display that would cost a pretty penny in the
downtown porno palaces. I'm glad that she has kept our activities
segregated from the locals, but it is a small consolation. I've been
exposed to so many I've long since lost the count, and the number is
going to grow steadily and quickly, Betsy has no intention of slowing
the action down on my account. I can only hope she continues to
exercise a little restraint, and doesn't completely ruin my life by
letting everyone we know in on the fun and games, leaving no one who
doesn't know what a total whore Betsy has made me.


If I knew who the geek was that she got to program the phone, I might
just kill him. Not really, but just thinking about whoever it must be
makes me tremble. Rage, lust, fear, it all gets mixed up in one big
boiling mass of hormones. This was my latest humiliation, and it was
completely automated. Betsy set it up, and explained the rules, but it
was all coordinated by the phone, and the "killer app" that some geek
had written at Besty's request.


It was the middle of the week, and Betsy dragged me out of the house
to take a ride in her VW. I knew that meant trouble, but what could I
do? I was stuck. Fight Betsty, and I'd regret it. At the least she
would kick my ass; the worst would be much more humiliating than a
mere beat-down. We drove out of our neck of the woods, and again ended
up in a neighboring town. Thank the lord for small favors, at least my
upcoming degredation wouldn't be in front of the locals.


We pulled into a parking lot in front of one of the prominent museums
that ring the towns central park. Betsy handed me a phone, and
explained the rules of the game I was to play that day, like it or
not. The phone would guide me, via GPS, to several places. I had to
make my way to those places, inside of the time alloted to me, which
would be displayed on the phone. When I arrived at the specified
locations, I was to get a picture taken of me, flashing in various
manners for the built-in camera, exactly as I was directed by the
instructions the phone would provide. I would need to recruit total
stangers to take the pictures, I couldn't take them myself. The photos
would all instantly be uploaded to a web site that had already been
set up. If I stayed inside the time limits, all of the pictures would
automaticly have my face blurred out, but if I couldn't get to all the
places I needed to, and get all the pictures taken within the time
limits I was given, all of the pictures would be uploaded to the web
clear as a bell, with my face quite visible and obvious to anyone.
Fuck!


I was allowed to say whatever I wanted to get people to take the
pictures, and if I needed any help, there was an SOS logo on the phone
I could press. Betsy didn't tell me what kind of help I might get, but
she did tell me that if I got in trouble with the cops, I was on my
own.


"Don't be stupid, bitch. Keep your mouth shut if you get caught. But
don't get caught, use your fucking head, don't let your slutty cunt do
your thinking for you."


As always, I contemplated rebellion for a moment. Whatever Betsy might
do coudn't possibly be worse than having my face and body posted on
the Internet for everyone in the world to look at, could it? Except,
thinking about it, Betsy could make things worse than world-wide
exposure. She was a scary bitch, and anything was possible where she
was concerned. I could think of a few things, including a vicious
beating, that would rank worse than being exposed to every person on
the planet with Internet access. Much worse. Damn. I took the phone,
muttering under my breath about what a bitch Betsy was - very much
under my breath. Game On.


The phone told me that a countdown would start as soon as the first
picture was taken. That first picture was to be right there in front
of the art museum, and I had to flash my boobs. I began looking for a
recruit to take the picture I needed, but there wasn't anyone around
at the moment. The museums all close on Wednesday, for maintenance and
what have you, which was a mixed blessing. It meant that I wouldn't be
exposed to a lot of people while I was doing my flashing, which
shouldn't matter much to me, since the pictures were going to the
Internet anyways, but it did matter, and I felt a little more at ease.
I still had bubbles in my gut, I was nervous, embarassed, and more
than a little aroused by my predicament. The trouble with everything
being closed was there weren't many people around for me to recruit to
take pictures. This did not bode well for the time limit part of this
game, making it far more likely that my face would not be blurred out
of the pictures.


Betsy was still sitting in her car, watching me with a sly smile on
her face. Finally a skateboarder, taking advantage of the lack of
authority figures around to enforce the ban on skateboarding on park
sidewalks, came roaring by, grinding his axles on all the curbs and
stairs.


"Hey! Dude! Could you help me out?" I yelled.


He rolled over towards me, and I really got nervous. He was a skinny
teenager, with stringy brown hair and an acne problem. Could I do
this? I had to. I was a little shaky in the knees, and I was blushing,
but I had to forge ahead. I could see Betsy still staring from the
parking lot, so I took a deep breath and got on with it.


"I made this stupid bet, and I need you to do me a favor. I have to
flash my boobs here in front of the musuem, and get a picture of it to
prove I did it. Could you take the picture for me?"


"Hell ya! I'd love to see your boobs, you are really cute! Gimme the
camera."


At least getting a teenage boy to take a picture of me was easy. My
nipples perked up when he said he wanted to see me, and my blush was
growing. I felt a little dampness, too. I hoped it wasn't too obvious
to this dork that this was turning me on. I got situated in front of
the museum, took another deep breath, and pulled up my top, exposing
myself in public to this geeky skateboarder and anyone else who
happened to be around.


"Awesome! You're tits are even better than I thought they'd be!" Dork-
boy exclaimed.


"Just hurry up and take the picture!" I yelled.


"Hey, I'm just admiring the view. Need to get you in the frame
properly and all..." he said as he stalled.


"Look, do it now, or I'll go away and get someone else to take the
picture later!"


"OK. OK."


The phone let out a loud, exaggerated shutter noise, then beeped. I
quickly pulled my top down, ending my direct exposure, but the geek
was still looking at my tits on the phone.


"Hey, your face is blurred out. Tits still look really nice, though!
What's with the countdown timer?"


I grabbed the phone from him, and flushed in humiliation as I saw the
shot he'd taken. My chest was flushed, and my nipples were swollen and
sticking out very obviously. Anyone could tell that flashing was a
turn-on for the girl in that picture. At least Betsy hadn't been lying
to me, and no one could really tell the girl was me, because my face
was indeed blurred out. In the lower corner of the screen, a timer was
counting down from what I assumed started out as 2 minutes. That was
how long I had to send in the picture, or the blurring would be
removed. Once I'd sent it in, I'd get more instructions.


"Thanks. That is how long I have left or I forfeit the bet I made."


"You going to be showing off some more? I'd love to take more pictures
of your sexy body! You are hot!"


"No! I'm done with that," I said.


The dork looked disappointed, said "Well, you should show off more
often, you have nice tits." and skated off into the park. I was glad
he left. I pressed <send>, and the picture disappeared. I'm sure it
was now on the Internet, and it wouldn't be long before porn-hungry
guys were jacking off to it. The thought sent a quick thrill across my
already overstimulated nerves, even though I felt debased and
degraded. The screen now showed a map of the park, with simple
directions to the planetarium, and a message "moon the camera here".
The countdown timer had reset to fifteen minutes. I glanced over
briefly to the parking lot to see if Betsy was still watching, but her
VW was no longer there. I headed off into the park, making my way to
the planetarium. I had plenty of time, except I wanted as much time as
possible once I was there, so I could find a new photographer.


I was in front of the planetarium with ten minutes to spare, but again
nobody was there. The park was empty, what could I do? I could try to
take the pictures myself, except it would be obvious, and I'd wind up
losing the little privacy this game was allowing me, plus Betsy would
be pissed and I'd wind up punished. I didn't want my face exposed, nor
did I want Betsy to kick my ass. I didn't want to be exposed at all,
but I had no choice about that, so I'd do my best to keep my face
private. What could I do, though, except wait and see if someone would
come along before my time ran out.


A jogger! I was in luck. A lady jogger was heading towards me. I
flagged her down, and gave her the same spiel I had given the dork, I
had made a bad bet, and now I had to moon the camera here in front of
the planetarium. She laughed, but was happy to help, and my skirt was
up, my panties down, and the picture was taken, and I had still had
five minutes left. This picture didn't blur out my face since the
angle of the shot didn't show my face. Good! The lady jogger wished me
luck, and went back to doing her roadwork. She was quickly out of
sight.


Again, the timer gave me two minutes to submit the snapped photograph.
I hit <send>, and the moon disappeared into the ether. The map of the
park was back, with directions to the botanic gardens, and a brief
message "flash pussy at tulip display". The countdown had reset to ten
minutes, not fifteen like before. That wasn't much time, I'd have to
haul ass!


"Hey, you lied to me!" said the skateboard geek, appearing out of
nowhere. "You just flashed your ass to that jogger."


I ignored him, and began to trot towards the gardens. Skateboard boy
wasn't going to go away this time, he was following me. Shit! I didn't
want to flash him any more, I was already embarassed as hell at what
he had already seen. If I couldn't find anyone else to take pictures,
he might come in handy, though, so I didn't say anything, I just let
him tag along. I had about two minutes left when I got over to the
gardens, and it took me one of them to find the tulip display, because
the damn directions on the phone weren't that detailed. I was sweating
a little from hurrying, and my heart was beating fast. My heartbeat
stayed high as I contemplated what was about to happen. No people! I
would have to let the skateboard geek take another picture, and this
one was going to be very humiliating. I wondered for a second if this
dork had ever seen a pussy in real life, or if his only exposure was
Internet porn or girlie magazines.


"Quick! I need you to take another picture!" I stammered.


"Sure! Gotta flash them boobies again, huh?"


"No, this one is going to be my pussy." I said as I handed him the
phone.


He looked stunned. "Really? Wow! My friends aren't going to believe
this shit!"


I stood in front of the tulips, about to expose my two lips. I pulled
my panties off first, and they had an obvious wet spot where I'd been
leaking juices into them. I couldn't blush any harder than I was at
that moment, my body was flushed with excitement and embarassment.
Heart pounding, legs shaking, trembling from head to toe, I pulled up
my skirt, and let the geek get a good look at my dripping, swollen
pussy.


"Don't fuck around, or this is over!" I screamed at him. "Take the
fucking picture!"


The dork was staring at me like I was a platter of steak and he was
starving, practically drooling. He did take the picture right away,
though. Another shutter noise, and a beep. The countdown timer reset
to two minutes, but the asshole woudln't give me the phone! I covered
up right away, so he was staring at my pussy close up on the screen,
and didn't want to quit looking. I was terrified! In this photo I was
totally exposed, my pussy was puffy and swollen, pink peeking out from
between my outer lips, you could tell I was wet with excitement, and
if I didn't get that picture sent off quickly, it would go on the
Internet with my face clearly framed for all to see. Everyone in the
world would know what a slut I was, showing off my dripping hole in
public. Shockwaves were rolling through me as I imagined the teasing I
would get at school, how all the boys would be talking about my pussy,
and how they'd never believe I was still a virgin.


"Give me that phone you fucking asshole!" I screamed.


"What's the problem, I'm just admiring your hot body, baby. I'll give
it back soon enough."


"I need to send that picture now, or I'm in deep shit!"


"OK. Then let me see your pussy again. Flash me, and I'll send the
picture - I just have to hit the button, right?"


"Yes, yes, hit the button before the timer goes off!" I didn't have
time to argue with this motherfucker, so I yanked up my skirt and let
him get another eyeful. I felt total humiliation, not only was Betsy
forcing me to play this stupid flashing game, I had to show off to
this dork as well. That hadn't been part of the game, but as usual I
didn't have any good options, and no choices.


"OK, I sent it. I think I love you, you are smokin' hot! Hey, there is
a new timer, and a map!"


"Give me the phone, asshole!"


"Nope! I know you still have to get naked, and you've got seven
minutes to do it according to the timer. It says 'Stand completely
nude in the fountain', and that is where the map gives directions to."
He laughed. "You're stuck with me, baby! No way am I going to miss
seeing you in the buff."


The fountain wasn't too far, but it wasn't close. I'd have to hurry. I
kept trying to grab the phone away from the dork as we hurried towards
the center of the park where the fountain was. I wanted to make sure
he'd sent the picture, and that I did indeed have to get in the
fountain naked. He let me see the screen, and it said what he had told
me it said. Fuck! Although he let me see the phone's screen, I still
couldn't get it away from him. I hoped he'd take the required picture
and send it off in time, I really didn't want my identity revealed
considering just how slutty looking these pictures were turning out.


We got to the fountain, and dork-boy said "You've only got two
minutes, you'd better strip quickly and get in there!" I ripped off my
clothes, and jumped into the fountain. That was when the skateboard
asshole sprang a surprise on me. "I'm not taking your picture, unless
you let me touch you." Oh, shit! How could I do it? I didn't want to
be touched, but he had me totally at his mercy. Naked, in a public
fountain, with only about a minute to get my picture taken, or be
exposed as a total slut on the Internet.


"OK, asshole, go ahead."


He grabbed my left tit and gave it a squeeze, then ran his hand down
across my belly, and cupped my throbbing pussy. His touch felt like
fire on my skin, then he slipped a finger into my wetness and slid it
right up inside me. I could have died of embarassment! Naked and
finger fucked in public, what a total slut I'd become. He pulled his
finger out, and licked it clean. God! Then he took the picture, and
said "Seconds to spare, no problem. You are a hot little slut, I'd
love to fuck you. Your pussy tastes like candy!" I was about to cry
and on the verge of having an orgasm at the same time. I felt like
used goods, a total whore. I jumped out of the fountain and tried for
the phone again.


"You've got to send the picture in," I gasped.


"Or what? What happens if I don't? What will you do to get me to send
it in?" he teased, as he kept the phone away from my clutching hands.
I grabbed up my clothes, and got myself covered up.


"Never mind. I'm not doing anything for you, you do whatever you want.
I don't care any more!" I started to cry.


"Don't cry, baby! I'll send the picture."


Smack! Dork-boy went down, hard. The phone flew out of his hand, and
hit the concrete with a hard crack. A huge black guy was standing over
the skateboard punk, and an even larger white dude was standing next
to him.


"Don't fuck with our friend, dipshit!" said the black guy. "We should
kick the shit out of you on general principles."


"I didn't do anything to her," whined the punk. He got up, and I could
see his lip was split open and bleeding. I thought that was wonderful,
he deserved worse. I didn't want to admit to these guys what had been
happening, so I kept quiet and watched to see what would happen next.
They told the dork to beat it or they'd use him as a punching bag, and
he skated away at top speed. Suddenly Betsy was there, laughing her
ass off.


"That was great!" she sputtered between laughing fits. "I'll bet he
shit his pants! You football players really know how to put the smack
down on someone."


Suddenly I realized I didn't know if the last picture got sent in
time, so I scrambled for the phone. The screen had a crack, and was
completely dark. It was broken! Oh, fuck me! Did the last picture get
sent before it was smashed, or was I now an Internet star? Fuck, fuck,
fuck!


Betsy saw how shocked I was, looked at the broken phone, and her
laughs got louder and harder. "Poor little slut! You don't know if you
made it, do you? she giggled. "Well, lets go home and take a look at
the website, we'll see if your face is there, or just your slutty
cunt."


I was on fire the whole way home, I was terrified that my identity
would be revealed, not just my body, and the humiliation of it made
every nerve ending in my body tingle. I was gushing juices from my
pussy, everything on my body that could swell with excitement was
pulsing and throbbing, and my heart was racing like I had just run a
marathon. The trip in Betsy's VW took forever, but we finally made it
home. Betsy lit up her PC, and logged on to the new website. I was
shocked and stunned. There were tons of pictures! Videos! The shots I
had sent in from the phone were there, but someone must have been
following me, because there were lots of otherpictures, all incredibly
revealing. As Betsy clicked around the website I realized they even
had a video clip of dork-boy sliding his finger into my snatch! I
wanted to die! The only good thing was that my face was blurred out in
all of the pictures, I had literally been "saved face".


"God, slut! You really got into it, didn't you? Why did you let that
geek finger your pussy like that? You are such a whore. You could have
hit SOS, and the football players I had beat on him would have saved
you and kicked the shit out of him. You must really like it, strange
people looking at you, dorky strangers touching you. Fuck, you are
probably dripping right now just thinking about the hundreds of people
who will be watching his finger sliding into your pussy tonight!" she
laughed and clapped with delight. "You can go, now, game over."


I ran to my room, flung myself on my bed, and started crying - and
masturbating. I was so worked up I couldn't stop myself. I was creamy
and steamy, my fingers slid into my hole without any resistance. I
jammed them in and out hard, rubbing my clit at the same time, and
began to cum, sobbing and groaning, tears running down my face in
torrents. I thought about the skateboard geek, and how his finger had
felt sliding easily into my wetness. I wondered if he would ever find
the website, and recognize the slut he had finger fucked in the
fountain. Would he jerk off thinking about what a whore I was? I had
multiple orgasms, my fingers sticky with my juices. I fell asleep
still crying. I was crying with shame, but also because I knew Betsy
would try to top this adventure, and I was in for a rough ride in the
future.


I also cried because I liked it.


         DV

http://www.geocities.com/delta_venus_x/

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