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Moniq's Rude Awakening Ch. 1

By: monique-_ca



I was searching through my cousin's room. Wasn't entirely sure what I wanted to look for as I browse through the organized room of my friend. I was curious. Curious on the things this guy owned and what he possessions would tell about him. His room was unusually organized. This might be because he was a few years older than I. This was one of the reasons I found him interesting, he was so much more mature and got me out of my isolated boring teenage exclusive female school life.

It was exciting and quite a surprise when I found his dirty magazines under his bed. It was one of the places I wanted to look. I wanted to know his secrets and secrets could only be found by using thinking differently. This disgusted me since I prided my conservatism and virginity as a badge. The only exception was the excitement I got when I was with him was up to now in the form of breaking out of the house, dancing, drinking, getting drunk and returning the next morning to angry parents.

I should have just shoved the magazines back. But my curiosity got the better off me and decided to flip through one. I saw pictures of naked foreigners at an outside setting like department stores, car parks, wild parks, etc. Flipping through I found that the models only had trench coaches that were flashed open while others had only underwear. At this point, my heart was throbbing and jumped instantly due to the noises below. I instantly put the magazines were they were before.

My heart slowly turned back to its calm state when I noticed that no one had come up the stairs yet. My cousin and his female friend still seem to be busy whipping up something to eat before dinner. They had instantly left our game of poker to fill my cousin's growling stomach. I found myself looking around mischievously to find out more about my crush. Then, I saw it. Among the shelves I found a book that was out of place. All the scanned titles had been one of philosophy, theology, or one of those classics. 

But one title seemed out of place, it was like a science text book. It was titled " Gross Anatomy". I quickly reached for it. Inside were the pages that had cut in the middle to form a container. And found inside was a video tape. Now, my heart was racing. What could be inside this tape that wanted so much secrecy. I slowly crept down midway through the stairs and tried to find the whereabouts of the two. I found them in the kitchen whipping up a sandwich. They have not gone down long enough for them to come up quickly again so I rushed up back to the room and ran the tape. I was in for a rude awakening.

Inside the tape was I in a drunken state. I had turned down the volume of the television first and was surprise to see myself being undressed by both my cousin and his female friend. My heart bounced as I saw myself unconscious. My cousin reached down and pulled off my shoes. I saw him lift up my legs grabbed behind my buttocks and pulled up my stockings and rolled them off my legs. I saw in horror as he reached down under my skirt and pulled down my panties. They then pulled up my dress to expose everything except the bra that would follow. I stood there looking at the television horrified. All those nights when we were enjoying each other's company, something else had been happening. There was another story after I passed out. My trusted friends had actually filmed me without any clothes on. To add to the horror, there were some flashes that filled the scenes. Flashes that were attributed to a camera!

I was ready to run down stairs and out of the house when the next scene came. My cousin was touching my breast. He was touching me all over. As I stared in the television, tears were welling up inside my eyes and began to flow, when he reached down and touched me down there...

Moniq's Rude Awakening Ch. 2



 Chapter 2: Minor Request

I prided myself in being intelligent enough. With the heart of a rebel, I invented my own rules. But here I was being the game itself. What had possessed my crush to actually do something as perverted as that. It wasn't long before wading in my trauma was being disrupted. As far as I tried to distance myself from the two, they were forcing themselves to be with my company. But after the incident, I knew better.

Unfortunately, one of the biggest mistakes in my life was to actually be threatened. They had sent me an email to meet them in a café after school. I would have disregarded but my crush insisted or he would scatter the pictures in my prestigious college. Like all girls in my age and the culture that was prevalent, the exposure would have completely ruined my reputation.

My presence in the café showed my weakness and they now knew for sure who had the control. Although they were really still very friendly, I found it weird that they were very casual about the whole thing. Apart from talking about other topics, some of the topics were about the perverted situation. They were consoling me about it. They were saying that it was just normal, there was no harm done, they were just playing, I was still a virgin, etc. Although I knew that they had a copy of the video, I still had to ask them if there were any copies. I was hoping against hope that there was none and even hoped that they would lie that there was really no other copy. Unfortunately, reality is just that reality. They had a copy. As expected, blackmail would be a series of request. What follows next would be the series of request that would eventually change this conservative college student.

The first request was more or less child's play for the experienced. But at the time, it was really difficult. My blackmailer, Francis, would request me to model while he took pictures. The photo shoots would have been find. But as long as it continued on a per week basis, I found the attire to be getting skimpier and skimpier. First, it was casual dresses. But it wasn't long before it became one piece bathing suits and after two piece bathing suits. After a few more weeks, two piece bathing suits became string bikinis. I felt myself being exposed little by little. There was the time my buttocks were completely exposed because my behind was only being covered by the thin line of the string bikini. I covered my breast when Francis pulled the string that let loose my top. He then continued on shooting with the camera. He asked me to pull down my panties. That was the last straw I didn't want to. He went nearer and yanked the strings. I could only lower my right arm to keep it from falling. But it was too late, the only thing that kept it there was my arm but there wasn't even any string at the back anymore. As if some form of art, a lot of the pictures taken was from that scene.

In the next shoot, his friend, Christine joined us. The first part had been sort of fun. At this time, the relationship had been a love-hate kind. I hated them for what they did to me but I enjoyed their friendship. The first part was fun, two female bodies in swimsuits. But it began to feel awkward when Francis asked us to take our swimsuits off. Although I was reluctant, Christine unstrung my bikini as I tried to catch it from falling. They teased me that I was too conservative. As I saw Christine took hers off, I sort of began to feel more comfortable. But I still felt uncomfortable so I covered my nipples and my pubic hair. Christine went to my back while Francis shot some more. Francis told me to hold my hair up. Christine offered to cover any expose areas from behind. Before I could disagree, I felt her pubic hair at my buttocks and her hands over what my hands were covering. I was shocked but I felt betrayed as my hands relaxed and went over to my hair. At the same time, her hands slipped in and covered what had to be covered.

My body betrayed me as she covered those areas. My body actually sort of liked those little brushes of her skin on mine. The photos were very erotic. In order to cover any genital, her body was strategically covered over mine. Every brush, every movement of her body I felt, There was this new feeling. I felt wetness down on my femininity. After a few more poses, I began to yearn for more brushes of her body against mine. It was then that Francis let go of the camera for a while and stepped nearer. He asked us to use pose on the bed. He then place again Christine's right hand on my pubic region and the left one on my nipples. At this time, my nipples were already erect. Christine heard my gasps as she moved her hand downwards and extended a finger to touch whatever was down there that gave electricity waves throughout my body. 

For a second, my eyes closed. She then pinned me down the bed with my hands held down waist level while she kissed me down there. I struggled with an effort that was really in surrender to the feeling I felt down there. Before I knew it, Francis was above my head and got raised my hands over my head and held it there while Christine went down on me. She was kissing and licking down there. She opened my legs apart. It was then that I saw that there was a video camera hoisted above the ceiling and was directed toward us. The red signal of the device was evident and I knew I was again being recorded but this time I was conscious. 

I gathered up enough once of reluctance I had left but I was no match for the intense pleasure I was receiving from down there. I closed my eyes as my body gasps spasm and continued to make me feel really, really, really wet. I clench my toes as the electricity gathered from the middle of my body and exploded to my fingers and my toes. I was naked, video taped and being raped. I could really feel something wet being spurted out between my legs as Christine endlessly kissed and licked down there.