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Subject: {ASSM} Jills Violation in the City by Master Z (NC, voy, humil, FF)
Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 05:10:09 -0400
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Jill's Violation in the City

Jill was still messing with the remote when her phone rang.  "Did your cable 
just go  out?" said the male voice on the other end.

"Yes, as a matter of fact..." she started.

"This isn't the cable company," interrupted the male voice, barely 
disguising a smug  snicker.  Jill's face tensed up immediately.  "You're 
going to do whatever we tell  you to," the voice continued.

"Who is this?"  she asked nervously, and then: "Is this some kind of joke?" 
as if  rehearsing the usual responses to prank calls.

"Oh I can assure you this is not a joke Jill," said the voice menacingly, 
pausing to  hear her gasp on cue at the sound of her name from this 
stranger.  But she tried to  keep her wits; she tried not to get hysterical.

"How did you know my name?  Who is this?  What do you want from me?"  She 
was  failing.

"Enough small talk.   You will do as we say or there will be trouble to pay, 
do you  understand?"  She hung up the phone and sat on her couch, frozen, 
staring at the  blank screen on her TV.  Her entire body flinched at the 
sound of the phone ringing  again.

"H-hello?"

"You are wearing a purple blouse, untucked, a black miniskirt, and heels.   
That's  right, look out the window.  I must say the blouse really 
compliments the amber  highlights in your short blonde hair.  And that 
miniskirt shows off your sexy  ass....  We couldn't help but notice when you 
were watering your plants earlier."   And it was all true, the outfit, the 
hair, the plants, they hadn't missed a detail.

Jill was in a state of shock, staring towards her two windows that faced out 
towards  the other city buildings.  She was too frightened to think where 
they could be but  she knew that she had better give them whatever it was 
they wanted.  `I have money,'  she thought, `that's probably all they want.  
I'll just comply and then they'll  leave me alone.'  It was enough of a 
rational thought to calm her down slightly.

"Jill, stand up and walk towards the door.  We will be watching your every 
move so  don't try anything stupid, do you understand?"

"Do... do you want money?"  She asked, trembling.

"No questions!" the stranger said angrily, "Just walk towards your door and 
do as we  say!"

She obeyed and noticed an envelope had been slipped under her door.  She was 
afraid  to view the contents. "Pick up the envelope and open it."  She bent 
over and picked  it up, and a stack of photos spilled out onto the floor.  
She dropped to her knees  and stared in horror at the horrendous display in 
front of her.  They were all  pictures of her, zoomed in, at various times 
during the day and night, almost all in  some state of undress.  They had 
grainy pictures of her naked in the bathroom when  she had left the bathroom 
door open.  But the ones of her masturbating on the couch  were as clear as 
day.  There was nothing left to the imagination.  They must have  been 
watching her for months!  She started to cry.

"We are poised to email these pictures to your family, friends, boss, and 
coworkers  if you don't follow every order.  Do you understand?"

"Yes," she sobbed softly, defeated.

"Now hang up the phone and go outside, and don't forget to grab your cell 
phone."   Click.

The cell phone rang as soon as she was on the stairs.  She knew she had to 
answer it  to avoid extremely unpleasant consequences.

"Hello?" she answered tensely.

"Don't hang up.  Go outside."  She stayed on the phone while the other end 
was  silent as she continued down the stairs.  "Jill, I can hear you 
breathing heavy.   You little slut."

She was starting to realize with great fear that they weren't interested in 
her  money.  Her stomach felt like a ball of nerves as she made her way 
outside into the  cool September afternoon.   "Walk to your right," said the 
voice evenly, "Sit on  that park bench."   She sat down with the cell phone 
to her ear, hoping that it  would be over soon.

"Start unbuttoning your shirt."  She felt like passing out.

"Please no-" she started begging.  The voice on the other end was replaced 
with  barely audible clicks and taps.  Like someone at a computer.

"We just emailed a picture to your boss, a Miss Julie Manser.  She seems 
like the  closet lesbian type, what with an executive position and all.  I 
bet she'll enjoy  seeing your big tits."  That really was her boss's name, 
and the thought of having  to face Miss Manser now was unbearable.  She 
couldn't risk any more private pictures going out to her associates, or 
worse, her family.

She started to unbutton her blouse, holding the phone with her shoulder. She 
looked  around sheepishly, embarrassed that she had to remove clothes on a 
public street.   There was a steady stream of cars passing by and enough 
people walking about to make  the experience quite uncomfortable.  "Now take 
off your bra and drop it on the  sidewalk."  How far was this going to go?  
Was she going to have to get completely  naked?

She reluctantly removed the bra, letting her perky C's spill out, the large 
nipples  stiff as pebbles from the cool September air.  She tried not to pay 
attention if any  passersby were watching.  "You may put the blouse back on, 
but DO NOT button it."   She was relieved at least to put something back on, 
and she did so in a hurry.
"Good.  That's our girl, Jill."  She was ashamed at the fleeting yet 
rewarding  feeling she got from obeying their commands to their liking.  
"Now take off those  little panties out from under that skirt and don't 
waste any time.  We have a lot in  store for you tonight."  `Oh no', she 
thought, this was only the beginning!  What  else was "planned?"'

"Jill!" barked the cell phone.  She quickly hiked up her miniskirt and 
pulled the  skimpy panties down her shapely legs and over her heels.  In 
doing so, her finger  brushed up against her pussy and sent a tingling 
sensation through her body, right  up to her hard, wrinkled nipples.  There 
was moisture on her finger, and it became  apparent to Jill that she had 
become aroused by the voyeurism and the danger of the  experience but was 
too freaked out to notice.    As she held the panties on her lap,  she stole 
a covert glance of a tall woman in a tight business suit sitting down next  
to her.  The woman removed something from her purse, and started touching up 
her  makeup, apparently oblivious to Jill's predicament.  Jill bunched up 
her panties  under her hands to keep them hidden.

"Take the panties," said the voice, dripping with anticipation, "and put 
them up to  your pretty little face, and smell them."  She knew now that the 
woman sharing the  park bench would take notice.  Feeling completely 
humiliated, Jill lifted the  panties to her face and held her breath.  
"Don't move them until we tell you to."   The other woman looked over with 
astonishment.   Jill hoped she would leave in  disgust.  Instead she stayed 
and watched on with amusement.  `Why wasn't she  leaving?' Jill thought in 
frustration, now unable to hold her breath any longer.    She breathed in 
the heady scent that emanated from her panties, and realized just  how 
turned on she was.  The smell was strong, and fresh, and she could feel 
moisture  on her nose from holding the panties there.  Her attention went 
immediately to the  wetness that was accumulating between her legs.  The 
free feeling she got from not  wearing any underwear and having her blouse 
open combined with the breeze that  tickled her private areas only proved to 
make matters worse.  She was mortified at  the fact that this was turning 
her on, and she had to keep fighting the urge to hike  up her skirt and rub 
her pussy.  People walking by were staring at her as they  passed, looking 
at her half-exposed tits, to the panties being held to her face,  then to 
the bra on the sidewalk in front of her.  "How does it smell, Jill?"  said  
the voice.

"It smells...disgusting."

"I think you're lying.  It turns you on doesn't it?  I bet you want to rub 
your wet  little cunt until you come."  It was true; it didn't smell 
disgusting, in fact it  made her want to lick pussy again, like she had in 
college.  And the outright dirty  talk coming from her cell phone was making 
her even more horny.  "Give your panties  to that woman sitting next to 
you."  In a daze, Jill handed the panties to the  woman, hoping that she 
would never see her again for the rest of her life.  The  woman stared at 
the panties, and then shot a dirty look into Jill's face.  "Tell her  you 
want her to have your dirty panties."

"I ... I want you..." Jill stammered.

"Say, `I want you to have my dirty panties!'" the evil voice yelled.

"I want you to have my dirty panties," Jill forced, feeling completely 
degraded in  front of this stranger.  The woman grabbed the panties from 
Jill's hands and threw  them to the sidewalk and then slapped her hard 
across the face.  She got up to  leave, but for some reason she sat back 
down and faced Jill one more time.  Angrily,  the woman grabbed at Jill's 
blouse and pulled it towards her arms so that her  breasts were fully 
exposed.  This almost caused an accident on the street.  Jill was  
motionless, completely numb to what was happening.  But her mind was racing. 
  The  woman grabbed each breast in a hand and squeezed them hard, all the 
while looking  into Jill's eyes with a cold stare.  It was as if she had 
picked up on Jill's  subservient role and was taking advantage of it.  The 
man on the phone was starting  to breathe more heavily.  Was he jerking off 
while watching this display?

Then the woman grabbed at Jill's nipples and pinched and pulled them 
painfully.   Jill thought about trying to kiss this attractive, domineering 
stranger on the lips  while she was being violated.  Then the lady put a 
hand under Jill's skirt and began  rubbing her soaking wet pussy, with more 
gentle movements.  Jill spread her legs to  allow better access, now losing 
herself in the sensations of sweet pleasure combined  with the roughness she 
still felt lingering on her face and nipples in the cool air.   She no 
longer cared about the audience that was spread out among onlookers at  
various locations surrounding her as she moaned out a slight orgasm at this 
pretty  stranger's touch.  She just wanted sexual release at this point.  
The tension was  intense.  But then the woman, perhaps beginning to feel 
self conscious, got up and  left without saying a word, leaving Jill in an 
erotic, disheveled state of being.

She started to snap out of it, closing her legs, patting down her skirt, 
pulling her  blouse closed, and then became aware of that voice again.  She 
had allowed the hand  holding her cell phone to drop to her side.   
Instantly frightened, she picked it up  to her ear.

"You've been a very good little slut for us today."  This made her pussy 
tingle once  more.  But she wasn't ready to come to terms with the fact that 
she wanted to please  them with her body and her sexuality; that she needed 
their threats to push her over  the edge of sexual servitude.  She would 
realize this much later, but for now she  wasn't able to admit this to 
herself.  "We feel as though you brought enough  attention to yourself for 
one day.  You may hang up and go inside now where you will  await further 
instructions."

Jill was relieved that she could go inside, but worried from his suggestion 
that  there would be more of this kind of activity in the near future.  She 
wrapped her  arms around herself and headed to the warmth of the inside, 
ignoring the ogling of  strangers, praying to the heavens it wasn't anyone 
she knew.

by Master Z

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