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The contents of this story are of a sexual nature and may involve blackmail,
 bondage and non-consensual sex involving teenagers. Anyone who may be offended 
by this kind of stuff please do not read.
All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or 
dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only. If 
you are under legal age PLEASE DO NOT READ.

Again comments and suggestions are welcome. 

Callie (nc, teen)

(C) 2000 by Roadrunner


II.

Now that Barry's gone, my life went back to normal. I hung out with my friends,
 and when Stacy and her friends went to the cinema on Thursday night, they 
asked me to come along too. After I slept with Barry, I kinda felt that 
Stacy and I were even closer, but at the same time I was a bit nervous about 
what she would think if she found out. But she was as nice to me as usual 
so I thought my secret was safe. Then Stacy called me that Saturday afternoon,
 and said she had rented a video and asked me if I wanted to watch. I was 
a bit surprised, because Stacy would usually go out with her boyfriend on 
Saturdays. Stacy, being the head cheerleader, was (as usual) dating Mark,
 the captain of the football team. They both had practice on Saturday mornings 
and would usually go out afterwards.
    Anyway, I went over to Stacy's place, and Stacy showed me into the living 
room. "So what have you rented?" I asked as I sat down on the couch. "Just 
some old film. Oh, by the way, have you seen these before?" she said casually 
as she picked up something from the table and handed it to me. I was stunned 
when I saw what it was. It was a stack of photos, and the one on top was 
me in the teddy that Barry bought me. They were the photos that Barry had 
taken!
    "Well, have you seen them before?" Stacy asked again as she dropped 
the photos onto the coffee table, but her tone was totally different this 
time. It was no longer friendly, but cold. I felt like my head was spinning,
 or maybe it was the whole world that was spinning. The photos spread out 
when they fell on the coffee table, and I could see that there were plenty 
of them, probably all that Barry had. Had he made an extra set? Or had he 
really taken his set with him when he left?
    "I found them among his garbage, together the negatives," Stacy said,
 as if she was reading my mind. "No!" I blurted out without thinking, "it 
can't be!"
    "Oh yeah?" Stacy said, her tone full of irony. "You think you're special? 
You think he's going to make you a model?" "But he promised!" I said, my 
eyes swelling with tears.
    "So did you fuck him?" Stacy asked coldly. Shocked by her words, I just 
nodded. Maybe that's what it really meant for Barry too. He just wanted 
to fuck me.
    "Feeling betrayed, huh?" Stacy asked in a sarcastic tone. "Stacy!" I 
exclaimed, feeling her by her coldness, "I thought we're friends!"
    "Oh yeah?" Stacy snapped back, "I thought we were friends too! But all 
you want is to use me to steal my brother. Or maybe you thought you could 
use him too, huh? To make you a model, perhaps?"
    "No!" I protested, tears running down my cheeks, "I thought we really 
liked each other!"
    "Oh so it was true love then? How `bout loyalty and friendship, huh? 
You little cunt!"
    "Stacy!" I was really shocked. We swore all the time, but I never thought 
Stacy would talk to me like that.
    "What? Did I say anything wrong? I don't think so `cos that's what you 
really are! A cheap whore! A cunt!"
    "That's enough! I'm leaving and I don't want to see you again!" I yelled 
angrily as I stood up, but Stacy reached out and slapped me. Completely 
taken by surprised, I lost balance and fell back onto the couch. "Ow!" I 
yelled, cupping my cheek with my hand.
    "Listen you cunt!" Stacy hissed, "since you want to be a model so much 
I'm going to help you! I'll make copies of these photos and give them to 
everyone in our school! I'm sure every guy would like to have a set! And 
who knows, maybe you'll even make it into the yearbook!" She said sneering.
    "What? No, please!" I felt mortified as I looked at one of the photos,
 the one showing me rubbing myself in front of the fridge, with milk all 
over my breasts. It would be the end of the world if everyone in the school 
could see me like this!
    "Please! Stacy, please!" I grabbed her hand and pleaded, but she pulled 
it away. "I'm, I'm sorry!" I pleaded, "I didn't mean to steal Barry from 
you! I thought we really liked each other and I thought you'd be happy for 
us! If I knew you'd be angry I'd never have done it! I swear!"
    Stacy seemed a bit moved by my words, but then she turned cold again. 
"No, it's too late!" she said, "you're a whore and you'll get what you deserve!" 
"Please!" I dropped down on my knees, grabbed her hand again and begged 
her, "I'll, I'll do anything to make it up to you! Just don't give away 
the photos! Please!"
    "Anything?" Stacy asked with a menacing smile.
    "Yes, anything!"
    "Okay, then why don't you get back on the couch first and stop bugging 
me!"
    I wasn't sure if this meant that she had agreed not to give the photos 
away, but I let go of her hand and, sobbing, sat down onto couch. Stacy 
just stared at me with her arms folded. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. 
Finally she broke the silence.
    "Fine, I won't give the photos away as long as you do anything I say. 
But remember, from now on you'll do anything and everything I tell you to,
 understand, cunt?" I had a really bad feeling about this, but I just nodded 
timidly. "I asked you a question! Answer me!" Stacy snapped. "Y--yes, I understand,
" I stammered. Although I'd known Stacy for many years, I never thought 
she could be that nasty, and I felt really scared at what she was going 
to do to me. I just hoped that afterwards she would forget everything and 
we could still be friends again. I felt so betrayed by Barry and I didn't 
want to be alone, but I couldn't tell my other friends about it `cos it 
would make me look so stupid, and Stacy would be mad again if I start telling 
people that I've slept with Barry. 
    I took a tissue and wiped my face clean, then I looked at the photos 
lying on the coffee table, and felt like I didn't want to see them again. 
As I reached out to pick them up Stacy stopped me. "I'll take care of them,
" she said. "I'll keep them, and as long as you do everything I say they'll 
be safe." "But..." I didn't know what to say. I said I'd do anything but 
I didn't really expect Stacy to take it literally. "You really love those 
photos don't you?" She sneered. "No, I..." "Don't lie to me, cunt!" Stacy 
snapped, then her angry face turned into a wicked smile. "Callie, I want 
to know what you've done with him," she said. "What?" I couldn't believe 
my ears. "Did you come when you touch yourself in front of the fridge?" 
"N--no," I answered. I was totally caught off guard by her question. What 
was she getting at? "You didn't come?" "N--no," I said as I began blushing. 
"B...Barry interrupted me before I could fin...finish..."
    Stacy's face darkened when I mentioned Barry's name. "Show me how you 
did it," she said with that wicked smile again. "What?" "Do I always have 
to repeat myself?" she snapped, "I said show me how you jerk off for Barry's 
camera, you dumb bitch!" I was stunned, but I was also frightened. I looked 
at Stacy's angry face, and didn't quite know what to do. Then finally I 
reached down between my legs. "Is that how you did it? Off with your clothes!" 
Stacy scolded me again. She looked like she really meant it, so I grabbed 
the bottom of my T-shirt and pulled it above my head. Then I unhooked my 
bra and took it off. My face was burning. Stacy had seen me naked when we 
went swimming and were changing together, but it's different now. "Go on,
" she said. I took off my sneakers and socks, and then my jeans. I now stood 
only in my cotton panties. Stacy opened her mouth like she was going to 
scold me again, so I hurriedly took off my panties.
    I stood there completely naked and it was so embarrassing. "C'mon, do 
it!" Stacy barked. I hesitantly sat down on the couch and spread my legs 
a little. I felt like I was dying of shame as I reached down to touch my 
pussy with one hand and cupped my breasts with the other. Stacy watched 
my every move, and I could see a faint blush on her face too. Nervously,
 I began caressing my breasts and rubbing my pussy, but I just felt very 
self-conscious and couldn't get myself excited. I felt like I was saved 
when the telephone rang, making both of us jump.
    I waited as Stacy went to her room to get the phone. When she came back 
she said she had to go, but she wasn't through with me yet. "I don't have 
time to deal with you right now," she said. "Come back here at eight, and 
don't be late!" 

    I was kinda apprehensive that whole afternoon. "So this is how Stacy 
wants to punish me," I said to myself, by embarrassing me and reminding 
me of what I've done with Barry. That was bad enough, but not so bad as 
knowing that Barry had just thrown my photos away like that. Finally it's 
eight, and I went over to the Burnham's. Stacy's face was expressionless 
when she opened the door and let me in. We sat together in the living room 
in an awkward silence. Mr and Mrs Burnham were away for the weekend, and 
as we sat there I wondered if we're going to be like this until they came 
back. I was about to speak when Stacy stopped me. "C'mon, finish what you 
were doing," she said with a smirk. I gingerly stood up and started undressing. 
When I was totally naked I sat down on the couch and was about to start,
 but Stacy stopped me. "Wait," she said, "I don't want you to keep staring 
at me when you do it." She reached into her pocket and took out a piece 
of black cloth, then she came over and proceeded to blindfold me with it. 
"Wait..." I protested. "Shut up and do as I say!" Stacy hissed, "unless 
you want everyone in the school to see how you did it that day!"
    I didn't dare to protest anymore, and I just sort of whimpered as she 
tied the cloth around my head and made sure it was tight. She pulled me 
to my feet and I heard furniture being moved. I felt very exposed and vulnerable 
as I stood there naked and blindfolded. Then Stacy came over and grabbed 
my arm. "Come over here, cunt," she said as she led me forward until my 
legs touched the coffee table. "Sit down and spread your legs." I turned 
around and sat down on the coffee table. "Wider," Stacy said as she pushed 
my legs until they were wide spread. My face was burning as I imagined what 
an obscene sight I must be presenting. "C'mon, do it, slut! Show me what 
you showed him!" Stacy urged, and hesitantly I began running my hands over 
my body. Not being able to see anything, I tried to imagine I was doing 
it for Barry again, that he was watching me. It kinda worked, and my nipples 
hardened almost immediately when I began squeezing them gently. Then, while 
I continued to caress my breasts with one hand, my other reached down to 
touch my pussy. "You're wet, aren't you?" Stacy asked suddenly, reminding 
me of her presence. "Y--yes," I whispered as I began rubbing. Despite the 
situation, I was actually getting more and more excited, and my breath soon 
quickened into gasps. I began squeezing my breasts harder and harder and 
rubbing myself faster. I knew Stacy was watching me now, probably from very 
close, and she must be able to see how excited I was. Instead of stopping 
me this feeling only excited me more. Part of me was shocked that I was 
getting turned on, but another part of me just wanted to come. This part 
was certainly winning, and soon I was coming. I began to let out little 
suppressed moans and my whole body was trembling. I rubbed faster and faster 
until I finally pressed my hand real hard against my pussy as my whole body 
was shaken by a powerful orgasm.
    "Oh, oh," I was still gasping when I felt Stacy next to me. She took 
the hand that I used to rub myself in hers and held it close to my face. 
"Lick it!" She hissed. I felt disgusted but she suddenly forced it to my 
lips and I tasted my own juices. "Why did you do that!" I cried out in surprise. 
"Shut up, slut! Your punishment isn't over yet!" Stacy said sternly as she 
held both of my arms behind my back. Then I heard a click sound and felt 
cold metal on both of my wrists. Stacy had just handcuffed me! "Stacy!" 
I cried out in alarm, "what are you doing! Stop! I don't want to continue!" 
"I said shut up, cunt!" she said as she grabbed my arm and pressed some 
kind of clothing against my pussy. "It's your panties, if you're wondering 
what it is," Stacy said laughing. "What are y---" I was still protesting 
when she grabbed my chin and painfully forced my mouth open and stuffed 
the wet panties in. "How do you like that, cunt?" Stacy teased. "Hmmmm!" 
I cried out under my gag and struggled to get up. "Alright, let's grab her 
and teach her a lesson!" Stacy said, and I went mad with panic when I heard 
that. Who was she talking to? Was there someone else in the house? My questions 
were quickly answered when several pairs of hand grabbed me at once. I was 
so scared that I couldn't tell how many there were, and I just struggled 
madly. But they were very strong and soon I was held down tighhtly.
    I was forced to lie face down on the couch with my knees resting on 
the floor. By the rough feel of the hands grabbing me, I guessed they were 
all guys. Some were holding me down on the couch, some were keeping my legs 
apart by holding my ankles.
    "So you thought you could get away with just that, huh?" Stacy asked. 
"Let me tell you, your punishment has just begun!" At that moment there 
was a crack! sound and I felt a burning pain across my ass. Stacy was hitting 
me! My whole body jumped at the blow, and I was so surprised that I stopped 
struggling. Then crack! the belt came down again, and the same burning pain. 
This time I couldn't help it and cried out under my gag. "So how does it 
feel now, you little whore? Do you like this? And this?" Stacy asked, her 
voice shaking with the blows. "Hmm! Hmmm!" I screamed into my gag and shook 
my head, which was the only part of me that I could move. Stacy just went 
on and on, and my ass was on fire. The blindfold was now soaked with my 
tears, and my panties were soaked with my drool, but Stacy was merciless. 
I felt I was going to die from the pain, but then she suddenly stopped.
    "Have you had enough, cunt?" Stacy asked panting, and I nodded as hard 
as possible, fearing that she could not see it. "Okay, get her up," she 
said, and the men pulled me up from the couch. The grips on my ankles were 
released, but my arms were still firmly held so that I couldn't get up. 
"Now if you promise not to scream I'll remove your gag," Stacy said. I nodded 
and the panties were immediately removed.
    "Stacy---" before I could finish, I was immediately slapped. "Shut up!" 
Stacy hissed, and sobbing, I did. "That's better," Stacy said and she rubbed 
the panties on my face. "I've been telling my friends what a little slut 
you are and I said that you're going to give them a good time," she said,
 and I whimpered at the cruelty of her words. "Now are you going to do that 
and give them a little private party here, or do you want to become the 
first pornstar of this town?" "Stacy, pl---Oooow!" I opened my mouth to protest,
 but was stopped when she took my nipple between her fingers and twisted 
it cruelly. I was in a state of shock. I never thought Stacy could be that 
cruel to me or anyone and didn't know what to do or what to think. "Answer 
me, cunt!" Stacy snapped as she gave my nipple another tuck. It was lighter 
this time but it still hurt. "Are you going to show these guys what kind 
of slut you are, or do you want them to help you distribute your photos?"
    "No, wait! I'll, I'll do it..." I blurted out. "Do what?" Stacy asked,
 and I could tell that she was laughing. "You were a lot more specific when 
you were talking to me!" Oh God, I thought, but she was insistent. "C'mon,
" Stacy said, and when I was still hesitating she told the guys to leave. 
"Oh, well, guys," she said cheerfully, "looks like our slut here has made 
her choice, sorry! But don't worry, you'll soon be seeing her photos everywhere!" 
"No, please!" I pleaded, "Please don't go! I want to, I want to..." "You 
want to what, cunt?"
    "I want to, I want to g---give you guys a good time!" I finally said,
 my voice trembling. "Oh yeah?" One of the guys asked in a voice that I 
didn't recognize, "and what exactly does that mean?" "Yeah," Stacy joined 
in, "tell them what they can do to a little slut like you!" She said as 
she gave my nipple a menacing squeeze. "Ah!" I jumped. I knew what she wanted 
me to say, and I just felt like I was falling into an abyss as I was again 
forced to make the promise that I made to her earlier. "Anything," I said. 
"Anything..."

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