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Her Naughty Secret (KatrinaUK and Dr. Strangelove)

KatrinaUK

KatrinaUK

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Joined
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Location
UK
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Character: Rebecca White
Age: 25
32C, 22, 32.
Height: 5'3
Hair: Auburn with lighter streaks
Eyes: Turqoise

Rebecca is a ward nurse at mercy Hospital. She loves her work though it can be tiring. She sometimes has to work long shifts.

She's married to Tony White, a truck driver for Mercury Logistics. He does short and medium haulage. At least once a week he has to do overnight runs which means he's away two nights. He also works hard. Of late, their sex life has been almost non-existent.

Rebecca has a naughty little secret. She likes to tie herself up and imagine all sorts of erotic advantures.
 
Ever since Rebecca moved into this neighbourhood, she has made heads turn among most of the male, and some of the female, population. Her gorgeous expression, alluring smile and just overall friendly, quirky nature, even when she's tired after her long shifts at the hospital, mean she's appreciated by everyone and seen as a genuinely nice person. While she never gave any sexual hints to anyone, there are many who would like to get closer to her for reasons other than proximity between neighbours.

Her husband, on the other hand, shows himself a lot less. Due to his job and his away nights, he prefers to stay home and sleep longer hours when he has the chance or to just simply relax on his own, watching television and only occasionally going to a pub or two for a drink with his rather small social circle. If it wasn't for Rebecca mentioning her husband in some conversations, many in the neighbourhood wouldn't even know that she's married.

Once, precisely after her husband left for two days and after Rebecca comes home at 3 am before her day off, something that nobody else knows becomes exposed to one of her neighbours. After coming home following a few drinks with his friends, one of her neighbours, a young man whose name she doesn't know but whom she has spoken to on a few occasions, happens to be looking out his window on the 8th floor straight into Rebecca's flat, also located on the 8th floor, the top floor of her building located just across the street, less than 20 metres away. What started as a look at the clear night-sky for this neighbour with a few beers in his system quickly gained another dimension.

Rebecca's flat is the only one with the lights on, which by itself means little or nothing. However, her neighbour spots something more...not only were the curtains open, he also sees a slender female body, in sexy black stockings and heels wearing a lace bra and panties, kneeling down with her hands cuffed behind her back and sucking on a large dildo on the floor. At first, he thinks he might be hallucinating. "Did I drink that much??", he utters to himself...but on a more attentive look, he realizes that this is real, there's a beautiful woman in stunning lingerie who just knelt down on her floor and who is now sucking on a thick, large dildo. Not wasting a single moment, he fetches his newly bought camera and seizes the chance to film his own unauthorized, privacy violating amateur porn clip.

As he zooms on it, he realizes something even more breathtaking: this beautiful young woman acting like a pornstar in her flat is none other than the quirky, gorgeous nurse whom he's spoken to on several occasions before. His heart rushes as he eagerly films everything, a massive erection growing as he catches every detail, every expression of lust that she exhibits as she takes the entire dildo in her mouth like a professional. This is simply too good to be true...could this girl be alone? Didn't she mention she was married? Is her husband there with her, enacting a fantasy as he prepares to step into the scene? Several minutes go by and this simply doesn't happen, making him conclude that her husband is probably away. The video is quickly taking space in his SD card but he just cannot stop filming it.

After nearly ten minutes of sizzling dildo-sucking, this beautiful young woman gets back on her feet, confirming her identity to her spy once and for all, as she pulls the curtains shut. Did she enjoy the thought that someone might be watching her? Did she simply forget to close the curtains after a long day at work? The light in her flat remains turned on for a longer time though, hinting that she might be doing something else with her night. Her neighbour cannot believe what he has seen. While he had met girls who enjoyed a certain level of exposure, he had never seen a young woman just take on a dildo across his window. After watching the clip on his computer, he masturbates furiously and becomes completely consumed by what he just saw.

The next day, as he goes to the nearby supermarket, his heart jumps when he realizes that the person behind him at the checkout is none other than his stunning dildo-loving neighbour. Hesitant and nervous, he dares to address her as they both leave the building. "Um...hello...Rebecca!", he says nervously, as if he was addressing someone who has power over him, "How...how are you? I haven't seen you in weeks."
 
Rebecca's mind is in a fairly day-dreamy state as she wanders the supermarket picking up this and that. In her head she is replaying the fun night she had with the new dildo. It was bigger than her old one and she had had a fun time imagining all sorts of rude situations. It also had a fitting on the back where you can attach a suction cup so it had been very interesting to stick it to the polished wood floor.

It had been a tough shift at work and Tony was not going to be home till Friday, so she was merrily contemplating what other naughty games she could get up to when she reached the counter. She was thinking about her tight leather corset, the underbust one that really squeezed. It was either that or going full rope bondage, maybe in her schoolgirl’s uniform, it was so hard to choose. She is so lost in thought that doesn't notice her neighbour till she is outside and the young man speaks to her.

She blinks in surprise and then smiles in recognition. It’s one of her neighbours from the next building. She fumbles for his name, but she can't recall if she has ever heard it.

"How...how are you? I haven't seen you in weeks."

She keeps smiling. “Oh, you know, work has been busy, I work shift so sometimes I’m at home in the day, sometimes at night, it all depends.” Her voice trails off, not sure where this is going. “Uh…. You love next block over right?” She adds, trying to be polite and make conversation.
 
The two walk out of the supermarket, with the male privacy violator feeling extremely nervous, the image of this beautiful woman sucking on her dildo glued to his brain. Feeling his veins palpitating in his head, he struggles to avoid an erection that could become seriously embarrassing in the middle of the street at such a busy time.

"Yes, I...I do, on the eighth floor over there", he says, inadvertently revealing his floor as if his subconscious wanted him to tell Rebecca that he lives on the same floor across the street, almost as an act of self-sabotage. "You work at Mercy Hospital, right?", he says after he suddenly remembered the last time they spoke, trying to disguise his nervousness but not avoiding a too fast speech, almost too scared to look at unsuspecting Rebecca's face. "You must have very long hours...what do you do...uh...what do you do for fun? Do you have any free time at all?".

Less than one hundred metres now separate them from their respective buildings. He still doesn't know where to take this. Should he try to pursue something with her? But what if she suspects something? She behaves in such a...normal...way, she's gorgeous but by no means does she drip sexuality from every pore. And yet, barely twelve hours before, there she was in a stunning lingerie set, with her hands cuffed, sucking on a very large dildo...and there was probably something he didn't see after she closed the curtains. "Are you an idiot??", he thinks to himself, "if she suspects something, she will never talk to you again...she might even go to the police, they can take your camera and even send you to jail!!", he thinks as the worst scenarios come to mind. "Ok, just calm down...", he thinks again, as she prepares to answer his rather innocuous-looking question.
 
For a second she thinks he is making a move, it almost sounds that way. But surely he knows she's married. She nods as he explains where he lives, the same floor as her. In fact his window is opposite hers...

At that moment, she feels a small niggle of apprehension, his window looks out on hers, if he had a crush had we seen her sometimes? She thinks back to last night, she had closed her blinds right? she always closed her blinds when she was... surely she had...

Had she?

She shrugs the thought away, no, she must have done, she was never that careless.

She realises he is waiting for an answer. She tries to repress the blush that threatens to colour her pale cheeks.

"Oh um... you know, I keep busy, I have hobbies. I like to read and watch TV, I do a little sewing and I do a little creative writing, just for me, just for fun."

She paused at the roadside. "Well, I'm over that side. I guess I'll see you around."
 
Feeling partially relieved that this moment of tension is getting over, he almost sighs like a weight has been brought off his shoulders. "Yes...yes, that's true...alright, good seeing you again. If you ever want to...we can grab a coffee in the morning if we get out to go to work at the same time", he adds nervously, his mind immediately scolding him for doing so, "You moron!! she'll think you're hitting on her!", his inner voice says.

As Rebecca walks towards her building's door in her simple-looking, unsexy clothes, he still has problems grasping what he saw last night. How can such a normal-acting woman become such a vixen when there's nobody around? And how did she develop those interests? Maybe her husband ties her down to the bed and spanks her? Maybe she gets completely bound while her husband fucks her? His imagination starts running wild as he enters the building. If he hadn't met her and talked to her, she would just be a mystery woman, but as she is an actual 'person' in his view, everything was getting extremely complicated. As he steps into the building and takes the lift to his floor, he realizes he has an enormous bulge in his trousers. "I hope that couple with the kids is not around...", he thinks, as being seen by the family from the flat next to his would be horribly embarrassing with his rather large cock visibly rock-hard. "They're on holidays!", he suddenly remembers, another sigh of relief leaving his body.

Very predictably, he doesn't even waste any time putting his shopping in the fridge. The first thing he does is to open his laptop and once more, play the video of Rebecca last night, while he unzips his trousers, takes out his large, thick, fully-erect cock and places a tissue below his shaft as his hand starts stroking furiously. His other hand moves the video towards the part when she leans further and the entire dildo practically disappears in her mouth, his mind drifting off to images of his cock being buried down her throat. It doesn't take long for him to climax, a much more intense orgasm than when he masturbates to porn.

Once this moment of hormone-induced frenzy subsides, and after he puts his shopping in the fridge, a more cerebral wave of thinking starts flowing. Surely, he must have given himself off as an insecure little idiot. Keeping the video for himself is the easiest option, using it to jerk off whenever he feels like it and never get to witness Rebecca's auto-erotic acts again - she will never repeat the mistake of leaving the curtains open, especially now, that she knows he lives just across her window. He cannot simply be sincere and tell her this - she would, at best, tell him never to talk to her again...at worst, she would call the police. What a predicament his mind and his hormones put himself into.

He needs validation from someone, a perfect little harmless drug after he felt like he destroyed his chances with such a kinky goddess. Unable to resist the urge, he sends parts of the video to his two closest friends, whom he's meeting up with later in the evening. Their responses don't take too long to arrive: "Holy shit!!", "She's hotter than any porn star!", "How fucking deep is her throat??", "She's your neighbour?", and other similar phrases falling into his WhatsApp.

Once the evening arrives, as he prepares to meet up with them, this situation still feels insanely surreal and he has no idea what to do...or if he should do anything at all.
 
Rebecca makes her dinner and then sits and watches a quiz show for an hour or two until the light starts to fade outside. It's not too long before the urge starts to build. She sighs and cleans up and then heads to her bedroom.

Remembering her encounter with the boy over the road, she goes to the window and glances over. His light is on, but she doesn't see him. She starts to close the curtains but a sudden wave of naughtiness steals over her. For a moment, she imagine shim watching her and it sends a small thrill down her spine to think a kid like him might be getting the hots for her.

She has no idea why, she can barely even think about it, but she leaves the curtains open just a little. If he glances over he might catch glimpses of her getting changed. She knows it’s wrong, but he's just a kid and, if he gets a small thrill, so what? It's just accidental that the curtains aren't closed right? And she knows she will close them before things get too saucy.

Smiling, she starts to slip off her day clothes and she pulls out the underbust corset, a pair of new silk stockings, a pair of killer black heels, long leather opera gloves and a velvet choker.

Slowly, and trying not to glance at the few scant inches of gap in the curtains, she starts to change.

This is a stupid beccy, what are you doing?

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As he gets ready to leave, he doesn't even look across the window before turning his light off. It's only when his flat becomes dark that his attention slips to Rebecca's light. "She's not gonna do it again, it's never going to happen", he thinks but barely two seconds go by, just when he's about to turn around and head out, he glimpses some movement between a small gap in the curtains...and then he sees, in a clear, unambiguous view: there she was, taking her clothes off, one of the most jaw-dropping beautiful sights he had ever seen. "Holy...fuck!!!", how could this be happening again? Is she even aware that she's being watched?

It doesn't even take five seconds from him to get a full erection and he swiftly grabs his camera from his desk immediately. Zooming in on Rebecca, he catches her on film just as she starts slipping into her magnificent lingerie with the most viciously tempting display he ever recalls seeing. The way she puts her black silk stockings is particularly tantalizing, as he imagines himself burying his face between her legs, rubbing his cock against her thighs and doing all sorts of kinky stuff to her.

His heart jumping in his throat, he places the camera on top of a pile of books and notepads on his desk, aimed carefully at the show he is getting from his neighbour, and under the protective cloak of darkness, he starts masturbating to her once again, the third time in less than 24 hours. This time he can see even more, as he had a good, clear and continuous view of her perfect breasts and as he strokes his cock furiously hard, clenching his fist extremely tight over his sensitive tip, he reaches his orgasm at the perfect moment, just when it seems that Rebecca is looking outside in a seductive pose, as if she was shooting a porn movie and was acknowledging horny men on the other side of the camera - in this case, a horny man on the other side of the street.

This was simply unreal...what are the odds that something like this could happen two nights in a row? Hadn't she heard him when he said he lived literally at the same height as her, less than twenty metres across? Didn't she see the light in his apartment just before he turned it off as he was about to leave? Could she really be that oblivious?

Other questions start coming to mind after he clumsily shoots a load all over his hand, some of it falling on the floor. Just how many mouth-watering pieces of lingerie does she own? And what other fetishes and kinks could she be crazy about? Is she aroused by doing this in front of the window? Is it the thought that somebody could be watching? Is it the very knowledge that somebody *is* watching? No...that cannot be...she would never be doing this if she knew she was being watched...or would she?

This train of wild thoughts is abruptly cut as he gets a text from his friends. "We're here", it says, indicating that they arrived at the pub located just 5 minutes away. He gets called back to reality and after he reads the text, his cock still hanging outside his trousers, he goes for another look but by now, his secret delight has pulled the curtains shut. What could she be doing now? Is her husband there? Is she playing with her dildo? How many more dildos could she own? His heartbeat slowly returns to normal as he zips his trousers, wipes the cum off the floor with a tissue, puts his camera's SD card in his pocket, washes his hands and leaves the flat, not without a final look to see if the curtains are still shut: they are.

Upon arriving at the pub, he locates his friends on a corner table and joins them. After the first greetings, the subject at hand inevitably turns to Rebecca: "What was that??", they ask, "How the fuck did that even happen??". His answer is even more mindblowing: it happened again, this time it was even better, he says to his friends who look in disbelief. "Oh...you have got to do something about her!", one of his friends suggests, adding one more element to something that is about to gain a much larger, and darker, dimension...
 
Rebecca finished dressing and, once she had done so, she went back to the window and stole a glance at the window opposite. The light had gone out, he'd probably gone out on date. She felt something that was not quite disappointment. The thought she had an admirer was flattering, but then, if he had been looking, it would have been just creepy. She shrugged the thought away. Maybe it was better that he hadn't seen her, he might surrely get the wrong idea.

Anyway, she had fun things to do and she needed to be about them. Humming softly, she pulled out her old wedding dress box from under the bed, inside was her collection of bondage equipement. Ropes, straps, leather wrist, ankle, thigh and upper arm cuffs. Collars, aand some clothing, latex and leather. THis evening all she was really interested in was rope. Rope was her favourite bondage restraint, it was so close fitting, so adaptable. She got what she needed and put it all on the bed and then slid the box back under.

Once on the bed, she carefully bound her ankles to her thighss, making sure her new dildo was on the bed just behind her. Then, biting her lower lip, she decided to add her nipple clamps. She was not always keen on these, but with what she had planned she thought it might add something. She winced as she closed the clamps on her soft flesh, but soon the warmth and tingling in her nipples started to make her squirm

Needing to cum sooner rather than later, she buckled on her leather wrist cuffs. She slipped a padlock on one side, still open and made sure the key was behind her next to the dildo. She put in her ballgag, moaning a little as she knew she was almost there, then she slipped the blindfold over her eyes. This was always an added risk, but she knew from experience she could pull it down by rubbing her face along a wall or the duvet.

So there she was, dressed, and half trussed. Sighing in pleasure, she shifted backwards an inch or two and put her hands behind her to guide the dildo inside her.she trapped the hilt of it between her feet so she was kneeling with it impaling her.

"Mmmm gaaah" she gasped. It felt wonderful. She quickly locked her cuffs together, the final click sending a shiver of delight down her spine. Then she began to rock, gently at first, very slowly lowering her body onto the shaft and back up, down and up.

In her minds eye, she was a captive. The captor was faceless, but his body was young and strong as he slowly fucked her.


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If only Rebecca was feeling even less prudish and had left the curtains open he could have witnessed something even more mind blowing. But by the time his beautiful neighbour went from just suggestive to full hardcore, the curtains had been shut and he was on his way to the pub. Maybe he should have kept the light on, in order to 'announce' that she was being watched? Had this happened, perhaps the events that followed would have never materialized.

Once the conversation with his friends turns to Rebecca, he pulls out the SD card where he captured this beauty's dirty moments. One of his friends always carries his laptop around and after positioning themselves in a way where nobody else could take a peek, they turn all their attention to the second video, where their lucky friend captured on camera this gorgeous woman's breasts and womanhood as she put her fetish clothes on.

A round of typical sexually-charged masculine comments followed, but the exchange then turned into something that goes beyond every single limit. When talking about her, he reveals that he's met her a few times and how normal she seems, how normal she acts and dresses in everyday life - one would never suspect, even for one second, that she has this kind of sexual appetites. Even more: she's married, to an unseen husband, and she's a nurse at a reputed hospital, a nurse at the children's ward of all things, it's like every single element of her life is in stark contrast to what she does when she's alone...at least when she seems to be alone. She is what anyone would call "a good girl": friendly, quirky, helpful, dedicated to her job even during the most stressful times and with a human touch that never fails to make kids feel better, a friend of her friends and a good wife to a good husband. Her only 'spot' is this sexual kink, and calling it a 'spot' says a lot more about society's moral codes and obsession with 'proper' appearances than it says about Rebecca's sexuality.

A brainstorming ensues and a series of twisted suggestions then follow: "I think I know how we can get this girl...", the laptop friend says assertively. "You think you can what?", that has to be insane. "Yeah, I think I know how we can get her..."

"What, you want me to ring her doorbell and tell her 'Hello Rebecca, I saw you in your fetish outfit and playing with your dildo, you looked so beautiful so I was wondering if you would like to go for dinner and a movie?'".

After a few laughs, the twisted idea develops: "You said she works at the Mercy Hospital with kids, right? She's a good girl, right? Probably nobody suspects she's into this stuff and she wants to keep it like that".

"So...what are you suggesting then...we blackmail her into giving us blowjobs or we tell everyone what she does? Come on, man! I know you've done some fucked up shit before but that's not gonna work...people don't care if she sucks on dildos or if she was caught on camera putting her sexy lingerie on!"

"Oh, you have no idea...people are fucking prude. They expect this kind of behaviour from a 'crazy' girl, not from a good, kind-hearted kids' nurse...and you can bet that she is aware of that and wants to keep this under wraps", his more Machiavellian friend adds. "Besides...it's not like you never did something like this before, huh?", he says with a friendly nudge and a malicious smile.

That was not factually wrong - the young man who was shocked at his neighbour's unintentional show, he was no stranger to manipulating girls in order to acheive his goals. Just a few months ago, he convinced an old classmate to have sex with him in exchange for a good word that could land her an internship at the company where he was doing his own. And in college, he threatened his then girlfriend that he would tell her parents she was smoking weed unless she would accept anal sex from him...the result was much more painful than pleasurable for her and their relationship ended but he somehow enjoyed watching (and hearing her) in tears after she gave in to his demand. There were other similar examples, "Yeah...", he says feeling slightly embarrassed at his friend's calling him out on his apparently newfound moral compass..."but those were...you know, different...this isn't the same...this is like the shit they do in movies! She can even go to the police and have us all arrested!"

"Oh man, trust me, it is not the same and she will definitely not go to the police!", his other friend retorts, "Trust me, I've seen girls like this before...she would rather fuck 100 dirty men to buy their silence, she would be too scared to even go to the police, you think she wants them and a bunch of lawyers and judges to look at her videos just to be right under the law? No! She would be shunned by everyone, you think the parents of the kids she works with would be glad to see this? She would be out of a job in no time! Don't underestimate how fucking prude, puritan and hypocrite people can be!"

The three friends then go into a lengthy discussion, often talking over each other but it's too late to go back and the idea is growing into a fully-fledged plan: Rebecca was to be their victim and there was no chance this would fail.

"Alright Mr. crime genius", the peeping neighbour says, not without a hint of irony, "What do you suggest then? I thought you only knew how to steal people's data and protected files, I didn't know you were into sex crimes too".

His friend smiles maliciously: "Ok...so, first, we copy the videos from the SD card to my USB key...then, just a couple of blocs from here there's a guy that sells phones, SIM cards, etc, he's open until late. We're gonna go there and we buy an anonymous SIM card. It's going to be our safe contact point".

"Oh, I thought she wasn't going to the police? Now you're worried that we might be uncovered?"

"It's just a precaution...besides, you know they can have us tracked in no time, whether she goes to the police or not...now, her hospital is very close to my job...tomorrow, first thing in the morning, I'm going to put the USB stick and our new phone number in an envelope with her name...what's she called again?"

"Rebecca...Rebecca...something...White, yeah, that's it, Rebecca White."

"Perfect...so, tomorrow I'm going to put these in a normal-looking envelope with her name...I'm even gonna place a stamp on it, just to look legit, and slide it into the hospital's mail box...then we just have to wait for her to contact us. To keep it discreet, we want her to text us, not call us. Once she does, we're onto something we will remember for the rest of our lives."

Hearts are running wild among the three friends, even for the confident-looking one who is drawing the outlines of this blackmailing idea...sure, they had committed some infractions before and they had all manipulated girls for sex but this was beyond what any of them had ever done. If they would go forward with this, they would become criminals, not just in the legal sense but in every possible dimension of the word. If hey were caught, tried and convicted, they could spend years of their lives in jail...and yet, this seemed so amazingly thrilling and the prospect of a beautiful, kinky young woman at their mercy, too scared to bring the matter to justice, was simply too good to reject.

The three friends agree to put this plan in action. As they leave the pub, they buy an anonymous SIM card from a rather dodgy-looking shop. The apparent mastermind of the plan then puts the card in his phone and they all head home. Nobody gets any sleep from the excitement of this plan, their hearts jumping in their throats. Early next morning, the plan proceeds as agreed: a normal-looking envelope with a stamp goes into one of the mailboxes in front of the hospital: "To: Ms. Rebecca WHITE, nurse, pediatrics".

"Alea jacta est.", he thinks to himself and boastfully texts to his friends.
 
Rebecca was in a good mood as she got to the nurse’s locker room and stowed her handbag and jacket in her locker. She had had a nice couple of days of fun, she had caught up on Game of Thrones and Lucifer and she only had another 24 hours before Tony would be home. All in all it wasn’t a bad day to be alive.

She spent the first half of her shift working on the wards doing her job. She took blood samples, dispenses meds and changed bedpans. She managed to sit in on a couple of surgical consults, which was always interesting.

When she got back to the locker room at break, someone had tucked an envelope into the door of her locker. That was pretty unusual, she hardly ever got mail delivered to work apart from thank you cards. She pulled out the envelope and looked inside. All that was inside was sheet of paper with a phone number she didn’t recognise and a USB drive.

She took her sandwich and went to the staff lounge and found a free laptop in the work zone. It was pretty busy, but she found a machine and logged in. She plugged in the USB and waited. When the folder appeared all she could see were video clips.

“What on earth?” she pondered. She double clicked on one of the files and her eyes widened in shock and then horror. She quickly closed the file and looked over her shoulder. Thankfully the woman behind her was engrossed in typing. She reduced the size of the media player till it was a small, then she opened the second file.

“The little shit.” She breathed. She knew what this was, the bastard over the road, smiling assassin had been watching her and had taken video. The worst of it was the photo of her practising her oral skills on the new dildo. She flushed in embarrassment and stopped the playback and pulled the USB drive. It had to be him the angle it was taken at was obvious. He had even made a point of telling her that was where he lived. Was he bragging?

She felt a small stab of guilt. Last night she had all but put on a show for him. She could have closed the curtains further, she had thought to give him a small thrill, well that backfired! Now she was in big trouble.

She swallowed hard and tried to calm her nerves. Her heart was pounding like a hammer drill. If anyone else had seen this, she would be fired. She’d never work in a hospital again, not to mention what Tony would say. She felt tears forming and her hands shook in anxiety.

She logged off and half walked, half ran to the disabled toilet. It was the only truly private area she could think of. With trembling hands she dialled the number.
 
All three guys were in a state of nervousness and thrill...none of them got any sleep and they were eagerly anticipating what would happen next. Would she play along? Would she refuse and risk having her intimate kink exposed? Would she go to the police and the next thing they knew, they would have arrest warrants in their name? None knew and the build up was making their hearts pound. As they mutually agreed the day before, all of them got off work early and by lunch time, they gathered at the flat from where the filming had been done, eagerly waiting for her contact...or for a police car.

The three guys were sitting nervously around the table in the studio. Each second was like an eternity, none of them could even say anything at all, their veins throbbing in their necks...then finally, the phone rings, making their hearts jump and their bodies flinch. They're clearly not used to operate a criminal enterprise at this level. While one of them wants to rush to the phone, another stops him: "Wait! Let it ring...then we write to her".

"What...what's the point, don't we want her to call us?"

"Yes but let's have a bit of fun first...and we need to make sure she's completely in our hand...I have an idea."

The ringing ends and after verifying that there is no message in the voicemail, a message is sent through WhatsApp to Rebecca's number: "So you're willing to cooperate, Rebecca?"
 
Rebecca stared at the screen.

Dammit, the coward would not even talk to her. What did he want, money? He had to know she was a nurse, she was hardly in a poisiton to make him rich. Angrily she started to type.

"You're a little shit Chris, you know that? What sort of sleazeball spies on his neighbours. But I know what you can do if you don't get what you want. Please don't ruin me. I don't have much money, so I am not sure what you could possibly want?"

She sent the message and waited, biting her lower lip anxiously.
 
The three guys read the text..."Seems like she really likes you, Chris...", one of them says. An awkward silence hovers in the room, until one of them says:

"Alright, she's not going to the police and she's in our hand, we know she will do what we tell her to do."

"And what is it that we're telling her to do...?"

"...We need a proof...we need her to do something..."

One of them then takes the phone away, "I know!"

"Wait...man, what are you doing? You're not gonna -- ", "Calm down...I know exactly what I'm doing! I saw this in a movie once."

"Oh, right, that's sure to work then, if you've seen it in a movie!"

He starts typing:

"It's good to see you're being reasonable. But first I will need a proof that you're not lying. Pay attention to this and do exactly what I tell you.", says the first message.

Two minutes later, a second message arrives on Rebecca's phone: "First: you're going to find a phallic object...anything long with a phallic shape will do. Second: you're going to stand in front of a mirror - in a doctor's office, in a bathroom, whatever. Third: you're going to open your uniform, show off your tits, pull your panties down with your pussy well visible and push the object into your mouth, then take a picture and send it to this number."

"What are you telling her?", they ask him before he shows them the text.

"Oh, you're a fucking little son of a bitch, aren't you man?!", they exclaim, not hiding a certain admiration.

"Now we wait for her picture with something down her throat...then we will know she's serious."

He puts the phone down in the centre of the table and another waiting period ensues, another period where each second feels like an eternity.
 
Rebecca jumped as her phone pinged. As she read, she flushed scarlet and then she found her hands were trembling again.

"The little bastard! The slimey, perverted little son of a...." Rebecca hardly ever swore, she had been taught it was unnecessary and the act of someone who had nothing better to say, but God it felt good to vent a little. She read and re-read the final message. Her eye fell to the full length mirror on the wall. She pushed that thoguht right away.

She could not, would not do that. There was simply no way. She noticed the time on the phone and realised she would have to get back to her duties. Angry, she flushed the loo and left the bathroom, tucking the phone in her dress pocket and went back to work.

Her mind was on anything but her work as she struggled for half an hour to not think about the messages. But she knew that, if she didn't do as he asked, the pervert had nothing to lose by exposing her. He had clearly figured this out, the number was surely a burner phone. There would only be her word and the video. And then even if she tried to explain it wouldn't change anything, she would still be a figure of ridicule.

She would have to do what he said. She would have to. But then... then she was handing him even more evidence to use against her. There was no way to win here. But if she did what he said, for now, maybe she could figure something out, maybe bargain with him or something, or get something on him to make him back off.

But that would mean....

As she was thinking in the meds room her eye fell on a box full of disposable test tubes for holding various samples. She flushed at the shape. It was then she knew she was going to do this.

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A few minutes later she was back in the disbled loo, her unform top wide open exposing her black bra, black panties and hold up stockings. Sighing, she tugged down the cups of her bra to expose her breasts and slipped her panties down around her ankles to reveal the closly trimmed triangle of fuzz above her sex.

Quickly, and before she could change her mind, she slid the test tube halfway into her mouth and snapped off a picture. then she tidied herself up and sat on the loo to send the message. She added a short text message long with the image.

"You are disgusting! Now leave me along, I have work to do!"

She stood and tidied her hair and then left the loo and tried to get on with some work before someone noticed her strange behaviour.
 
When the picture arrived, the three young men felt both surprised and reassured: she was actually playing along? She exposed her breasts and her womanhood in front of a mirror, put a test tube down her mouth and took a picture of it because she was afraid of what they might do. They didn't even need to do anything, the mere underlying threat of revealing her footage, which had absolutely nothing wrong or illegal per se, was enough to get her to do something she had never even imagined doing just 24 hours ago.

"Fuck! She wears that bra, those panties and those stockings to work with sick kids!", one of them said.

"Her body is good...it's so fucking good", another one added. "I should have asked her out earlier", says Chris, half deluded, as if Rebecca would have ever considered going out with him.

"We didn't even have to do anything and she's bearing it all for us...she's ours, this woman...she's ours for the taking."

"So what do we do now? She sounds serious, she wants us to leave her alone."

"Of course she does...but we have no intention of leaving her alone, at least not until we try that body."

The two other guys hesitate. "Do you really think she's gonna accept that?"

"She has no choice, either she does what we tell her or we expose her."

"Will we expose her?"

"That's not relevant for her, the only thing relevant for her is that she thinks we're going to expose her, that's it! She just has to fear that we're putting out her videos and she will do anything for us...plus now we have even more elements, we have her undressed and with a test tube down her mouth in a hospital's loo. She's the weaker part here and for as long as she is the weaker part, we can do anything we want to her!"

"I already had her with a dildo down her mouth, you should have asked her to fuck herself with it in the bathroom!"

"Whatever...the main thing is, she does what we want her to do."

"So...what do we want her to do next? I know what I would like..."

"And what is that? Ask her out...?"

"Idiot...no, we're gonna tell her to come home, to her flat, and then we go there and we knock at her home at night. If she really is that weak and scared, she will go along with anything.", Chris elaborates, adding some clarity to what they were all thinking.

"What if her husband is there?"

"If he's there, then whatever, we get out, it was fun while it lasted but they're two and we're three..."

"Ah, you're thinking like this is a war! But yeah, I like your idea...so...why don't you write her?"

Chris then looks at the phone, takes it in his hand, observes Rebecca's picture once more...he could put an end to this, even though significant damage had already been done and his relationship with her, whatever that was, was destroyed beyond repair...if that's really the case, he thought, then might just go all the way, after all, she is one of the hottest women he's ever seen and this is a unique opportunity. He starts typing on the phone screen:

"Good girl. Now read this very carefully. Tonight, at 9pm, you will open the door when you hear the doorbell. When your door opens, you will be wearing what you were putting on yesterday night. If you don't follow this, everyone will know about your fetish."

"What did you send her? Let me see.....Oh, you're twisted, Chris!", his friend says with a malicious smile.

"So...are we going to get a taste of that body tonight?", the other friend asks, a question that goes without answer, as they all know Rebecca would never risk having her secret exposed. The three young men were now feeling less and less nervous, their confidence growing as they were more reassured they were on their way to have Rebecca all for themselves tonight.
 
She had almost managed to forget about the phone till her afternoon break. She had glanced at it and seen she had messages. Two were from Tony, one assuring her he had arrived at his destination safely and another telling her his ETA was later than he expected sometime Friday evening. There was one other message from who she thought was Chris. He had certainly not denied it.

"Good girl. Now read this very carefully. Tonight, at 9pm, you will open the door when you hear the doorbell. When your door opens, you will be wearing what you were putting on yesterday night. If you don't follow this, everyone will know about your fetish."

She read it twice. He wanted to see her, dressed like... like that, tonight. She knew he would want to do a lot more than look. He would want to touch her and...more. She wasn't stupid. He knew he had her in a bind, he knew she would do anything to protect her job and her marriage. But.. could she do that?

All the way through her last couple of hours of work, she fretted. Should she just tell Tony, maybe he could figure out something. But no, she knew him well, all he would think about was the fact she had putting on shows for boys and doiing stuff he had asked her not to do. He'd know she had been keeping this from him. Knowing Tony, he'd blame her!

So what then, let a kid into her home? Let him touch her, use her for.. for...

But he was just a kid, maybe if confronted with her face to face, she could convince him, maybe sneak the kids phone away, or even just talk to him, make him see sense. But... if she wasn;t dressed right, would he even come in? Np, she'd have to dress the part to get him through the door, with any look he'd cum in his pants and that would be it.

When she got home she managed to pick at a TV dinner and then, reluctantly showered and got out her box. usually dressing up for bondage was an erotic, arousing experience. But now it felt dirty and demeaning. This wasn't for her, or even her husband, this was for the benefit of a disgusting little peeping tom. She sighed as she clipped the garters to her stockings and smoothed down her corset. She put the soft leather collar round her neck and put on the opera gloves. Last were the heels that raised her to almost 5'6.

Over this she slipped on a short black silk kimono, loosely tying the belt. It didn't hide that much but it should protect her modesty a little. In the meantime, she went over arguments, explanations and reasoned lines of thought that she could use if she could get him to talk. There would be some leverage somewhere, some way she could manipulate the kid into letting this go, after all she was used to handling kids every day, she could fix this.

At exactly 9pm the doorbell rang. Her heart hammering, she opened the door.

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The three boys were ecstatic, for the first time since their twisted plan was launched they had the feeling that everything was going according to their designations. One thing was the pleasure they derived from manipulating younger girls into giving them sex - and they certainly excelled at that, using the insecurities of the newly-arrived 18-year old students at their university into doing what they wanted - another thing was to blackmail a grown woman, with a family and a career using methods that, as one of them had put it earlier, were more like those of a movie.

Their self-confidence was swelling and as the time crept forward, they talk over what they want to do to Rebecca...no organized masterplan, just a collection of twisted things they want to do to her, buoyed by their assurance that she is so scared at the thought of her secret being exposed that she will do anything to comply with them.

As 9pm looms near and they set out to walk across the street, they discuss one fundamental element:

"When we get there, we can't look nervous, she will tell, she know this...we have to look like we're completely in charge, like we own her...we have to be hard and mean to her."

"Yeah, women like her...they like to be put in their place, they don't admit but they secretly like it when we treat them like that, she's there to serve us, that's all she's there for. She's ours to do whatever we want."

"And what if her husband is there...?"

"If her husband is there then we break out, that's it. I can leave my flat quickly and I'm from far off so they'll never find me", says Chris, who has suddenly developed a newfound confidence in his abilities to come up with escape plans.

They ring the doorbell...the building's door opens, as Rebecca doesn't even bother asking who it is. When they enter the lift, one of them says: "This will be wicked...if we had more guys we could trust, I would have brought them in on this too...to really teach her a lesson".

"What, you would bring like 10 or 15 blokes to fuck her?", Chris asks, half-jokingly, feeling an erection growing at the thought of such a twisted idea.

"Yeah! I mean, imagine that, it would be hotter than any gangbang porn out there!", he answers, without any hints of irony in his voice.

The lift reaches the 8th floor and as they walk towards Rebecca's door, they hear the noise of her heels against the floor. As she opens the entrance to her flat, they suddenly feel absolutely amazed at her outfit, none of them had ever seen a woman wearing this outside porn. Not only was she absolutely gorgeous, she was in a perfect outfit that just begged to get twisted on her, they thought.

Rebecca was expecting just her neighbour...not three horny boys, with no empathy whatsoever and who are ready to make her their personal property for the evening. In order to seem intimidating, they walk towards her and get uncomfortably close to her body, seeming a bit theatrical at that.

"Now Becky...you've been a bad girl, haven't you...?", Chris immediately says when he locks his eyes with hers, adding a tone of malice to his voice and acting like he's about to own the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his entire life.
 
Rebecca gaped as not one, but three young men pushed their way into her apartment. Suddenly she was very, very scared. One boy who thought he could get away with blackmail was one thing, but three? All of them taller than her, all of them very strong and very…male, pressing close to her was terrifying.

“Chris.. what.. who are these boys.. I thought…” She could barely speak, she was finding it hard to form any sort of coherent thought. They could do anything, and they were in her apartment, One of them had already closed the door. If she screamed, if she called the police, it would all come out and how could she explain how she had dressed, it would look like.. like she had wanted them to come over. No one would believe her. Besides, she doubted anyone would hear here anyway, the walls of this old block were thick and blocked almost any noise.

“Please… please…” she didn’t know what to say, all of her clever arguments had vanished from her thoughts. “Don’t hurt me, please…”
 
The fear in Rebecca's eyes and breath is palpable, as is the lust of the three boys who just invaded her flat and placed themselves around her in an intimidating way.

One of them walks behind her, pulls her hair half-gently, half-firmly, and with his other hand puts his index finger over her lips, whispering at her ear: "Shhhh...you've been a bad girl, Rebecca...a very bad girl...but if you behave tonight, nobody will ever know", he says, as he untied her kimono and let it slip onto the floor, exposing her corset and the shape of her amazing breasts.

"Hmmmm...Rebecca...", Chris says in front of her with a delighted expression and a large bulge in his trousers as her kimono falls. "I'm so glad we're neighbours", he whispers at her in a very twisted way, as his friend places one arm around her waist from behind and Chris starts to feel her upper body, his hands pressing against her shoulders, then moving onto her breasts over her corset. As his friend tightens the grip of his arm around her waist, she feels his large erection under his trousers and against her ass cheeks...they all look like they're endowed and they won't be afraid to use that.

Their other friend had his eye allured by Rebecca's toy box. As she is being trapped by four hands, his voice sounds like it's exploding with excitement: "Look what I found!", he says as he walks over to them, displaying Rebecca's array of bondage objects and sex toys. They can't believe their eyes when they see her little collection: there are ropes, straps, nipple clamps, leather cuffs for virtually all parts of the body that can be cuffed and an assortment of dildos, the second largest of which had already been seen by Chris two nights ago.

"Holy shit!", Chris exclaims, as this set even draws his attention away from Rebecca for a brief moment.

"I think we found ourselves an even dirtier little slut that we thought", says the boy behind her as he pulls her hair to the side and licks her neck maliciously, "isn't that right, Becky...?", he whispers as his other hand rubs her beautiful black panties and Chris finds her corset's string on her back, starting to slowly undoing it and triggering an ominous countdown to when Rebecca's perfect breasts will be out in the open for these three molesters to marvel at.

The third boy grabs the largest dildo, a thick, light-skinned coloured object that is close to 9" long, and he starts rubbing it on her cheek.

"You can fit this whole dildo into your pussy, you sexy little slut?", he says with a growing sense of twisted excitement in his voice as her corset is closer and closer to be taken off her and she has no space to even walk away, her movements completely blocked by this gang.
 
Rebecca could feel things spiralling out of control They were everywhere at once, hands on her, faces close and the scent, the musk of them, the small of hormones and sex was both terrifying and intoxicating. They were so self-assured, so bold. These were not nervous kids, they were young men and all that implied.

She ignored their lewd question and tried to think, but it was hard with one of them undoing her corset, and Chris touching her like that.

A small part of her mind was almost mocking herself. How often had she fantasised about situations not a million miles away from this. But the reality was not sexy or fun. These boys wanted to use her, and she realised there might be very little that she could do, unless she acted quickly.

“Please… boys, think about this. You are about to step over a line. Right now it’s just been a little harmless fun, you can leave now and we can all forget about this. I won’t tell the cops, you can delete my stuff and we can just get on with our lives.”

She flinched as she felt an obviously large and hard erection against her bottom.

“B..But if you d…do this, if you… “ she could not say the word rape. It was too real to say it out loud. “if you… you will be committing a crime, you understand boys, a crime, you c..could go to jail!”
 
The more terrified Rebecca seemed, the hornier they seemed to get. No, she was just too scared of going to the police, if she really wanted to bring them to justice she would have already done that and the penalties would have been lighter for a rather 'simple' video-without-permission blackmail. On the heads of these three molesters, there was no going back - she just seemed too fragile and vulnerable and they had material on her that would force her out of her career that she dedicated herself so dearly to.

As she finishes uttering her warnings in a voice that's fraught with sheer terror, two fingers slip into her panties and start moving over her womanhood...they rub her pussy lips slowly, then reach her clit as the boy holding her from behind enjoys making her body tremble. "Right...but you're not going to do any of that, are you now, you dirty little slut...? What would all those kids' parents say if they saw their lovely nurse sucking on a dildo and stripping naked by the window...?". As he whispers his threatening words, he starts pinching her clit, rubbing it harder and harder, while Chris finishes pulling the string out of her corset, opening it completely as her magnificent breasts are revealed in all their splendour.

He just can't resist it...the most breathtaking pair of breasts he has ever seen was now bare in front of him while his friend was making her squirm from pinching her clit. Chris marvels at Rebecca's chest, then pulls her hair, licks her neck and whispers: "You're not hiding these anymore...". As he finishes his words, he moves his head towards her breasts and starts licking them, moving the tip of his tongue around her beautiful chest, even teasing her as his tongue starts moving in circles around her nipples, closing in with every circle he describes until he finally reaches the very centre of her breast.

"I have an idea...", the third boy says, as he holds Rebecca's largest dildo. While she is overwhelmed by her clit-pinching and nipple-licking, she doesn't realize when her biggest phallus is placed on the floor and attached with duct tape, nearly 9" of thick phallic material, firmly attached to the floor in the most suggestive way possible. "Chris...pull her panties off."

Chris enjoys himself a bit more on her perkier and perkier nipples, licking them ever more intensely, even sucking on them at one moment, delighted at how their victim squirms and tries to struggle, making her enormous heels hit the floor in a sound that makes everything even more arousing. As he finishes working on her breasts, he licks Rebecca up her neck, then hits her cheek with a slap - not too harsh, but enough to send a clear, underlying message: we own you, you are nothing but our toy.

While the two fingers torturing her clit don't go any easier on her, she feels her panties being lowered as a malicious voice tells her: "Do you like big dildos up your pussy, you hungry little slut?"
 
Rebecca whimpered in fear as they mauled her. She could not believe this was happening, she squeezed her eyes closed, tears rolling down her cheeks as she stifled a sob. It was too monstrous, too unexpected and there was nothing she could do. They had her, they had her and they could do what they wanted and she knew, she knew she would not and could not tell a soul about it.

Worst of all, her subconscious and her body had very little to do with her rational mind. Her nipples, always sensitive, were growing hard, responding to the suckling and licking, and her clitoris was being rubbed and squeezed causing strange conflicting sensations to ripple through her.

“Please stop…” her breath was a whisper. “Please have some pity, it’s just a little fun, it’s a fantasy I never wanted, never asked for…” she shrieked as her panties were yanked down.

"Do you like big dildos up your pussy, you hungry little slut?"

Rebecca moaned in despair. “Oh please don’t please don’t make me.. Chris, have pity, please…” Her eyes sought his and they were filled with tears and depsair and pleading. "Chris..."
 
The scene looked diabolically hot...or horrific, depending on the point of view. This beautiful woman, reduced to her high heels, stockings, leather collar and gloves, looked like the most perfect sex object they could ever imagine and she was completely under their control as it was now becoming apparent just what they intended to do to her...and it certainly seemed like a nightmare for poor Rebecca.

As Chris slowly pulls her panties down her thighs, revealing her tempting-looking womanhood with her clitoris getting redder from his friend's rubbing and pinching, he hears her crying pleas: "Chris, have pity, please...Chris...".

This was a familiar call, it brought him back to one of his college girlfriends, Susan. When he asked Susan for anal sex and she refused, he threatened he would tell her very conservative parents that she was smoking weed. Once he broke that fragile girl's resistance and had her in his hand, he went merciless on her - she was extremely tight but it felt oh so good...when he was unleashing his thick 8" cock in her tiny ass, she uttered the exact same words, tears falling down her face, crying louder than he even thought she would...and he loved it, he ejaculated inside her horribly stretched asshole with more raw energy than he had ever before.

Rebecca's pleas for mercy sounded a lot like Susan's, even her voice tone was similar. This only made Chris hornier and hornier. "Fuck, if she's as tight as Susan...how loud will she scream?", Chris thought, not worried about the neighbours hearing her screams but rather about his prowess, it was about impressing his friends now.

As her panties reach the floor, Chris stands up in front of a crying, desperate Rebecca and slaps her face again, before licking her burning cheek in an invasive way. "Shut up, you little whore! We're the ones in charge here, do you understand?", he says theatrically, as his hand closes tight on her beautiful red hair. "Now slide onto that fucking dildo!", he commands, as his friend pulls his hand away from her womanhood and places his hands on her shoulders, making her go down until her pussy is lined up with the largest, thickest dildo in her collection. With the three molesters completely surrounding her horrified body, she really has no choice...especially as her arms are pulled back behind her back and her wrists are bound together with a leather strap.
 
Rebecca wailed as her hands were bound behind her back. At the same time she felt the head of the phallus pressing against her. She knew the one they had selected now, and it was the largest, she had to be very aroused to get it all the way in and she was nowhere near that state right now, but the pressed her down and slowly, half an inch at a time, the huge shaft started to make headway.

“It’s too big, too big..” she whimpered. Tears rolling down her cheeks and her face stinging from the slaps. It was so humiliating to be in this position. She felt another strap going round her elbows, pulling them tight together and she gasped as her breasts were forced outwards as her shoulders tightened.

Inch by inch they forced her down until she was completely impaled. Her eyes were wide and rimmed in red as she squatted on the floor. The boys towered over her now. The blood seemed to pulse loudly in her eardrums, her heartbeat as rapid as a jackhammer.
 
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