3 comments/ 17658 views/ 20 favorites Zero Day Exploited Ch. 01 By: astuffedshirt_perv Readers, there is no sex in this chapter, just a little coerced exposure. Lindsey slowly woke to a strange beeping, bleary eyes squinting across her dorm room to her laptop. The screen was lit up, glowing in the darkness. She groaned, slipped out of bed and went to the laptop, sleepily trying to figure out what was going on. As she approached, she saw an unfamiliar window she had never seen before on the screen. Letters started to appear. Hello, Lindsey. "Um, hello?" she mumbled groggily, unable to find the cursor to close the window. You are very pretty. "Thanks? Who are you?" All in good time. Sleep well. With that, the window closed of its own accord and the screen saver activated. Lindsey shook her head, stumbled back across the room and flopped back on her bed. *** Fresh from breakfast, Lindsey sat down at the desk and woke her computer. She had worked into the small hours finishing her term paper on the "Effects of the New Deal on Cinematography", due by noon. A quick re-read, hit 'send', and the rest of the day was hers. She caught a few errors but, just as she reached the end of the paper, the program stopped, saved, and closed. Lindsay had only a few seconds in which to register her surprise. A new window opened. Hello, Lindsey. A half-forgotten memory of the computer beeping at night surfaced. She looked askance at the computer, the cursor no longer responding to the trackpad. Hello, Lindsey, the screen repeated. "Uh ..., hello?" she answered, slightly distracted as her fingers feverishly worked the trackpad. It suddenly registered that she was talking to her computer. "What is wrong with my computer?" Nothing is wrong with your computer. I have to chat with you first. "What?" You are very pretty. "Thanks? Who are you?" And your paper is quite good. I am sure it will get a good grade from Professor Adams. "Yeah, well I worked really hard on it and I really need to send it out, so can you leave me alone? Why can't I control my computer?" I control your computer right now. "What? Go away, leave me alone!" Lindsey, calm down. We have some things to take care of. "What do you want from me?" she asked, exasperated. A video chat window appeared and her webcam light glowed green. Lindsey's pretty blonde face suddenly loomed, looking back at her from the screen. A moment later, the window minimized. Please take off your shirt. "Screw you, pervert! Leave me alone!" she snapped. On reflex her hand moved and covered the webcam. She watched in growing terror as the her computer's cursor dragged her term paper into the trash. "NO!" she screamed. Lindsey, remove your hand from the webcam. She paused, her mind spinning, considering her options. The cursor hung ominously over the Empty Recycle Bin. She dropped her hand and stared at her computer. "Please don't," she whispered. Lindsey, remove your shirt. In a sudden burst of inspiration, she slammed the laptop closed and jumped to her feet. She paced the room, her mind scrambling to find a way of this mess. She had spent hours on that paper, 20% of her grade, and it was due in less than 30 minutes. The computer's beeping interrupted her thoughts. Lindsey stared at it in dread. It beeped again. She crept back to her desk and carefully re-opened the lid. The green webcam light was still on, and the chat window was still open. The cursor still hovered near the recycle bin. I'm tiring of this game, Lindsey. I'm not asking for anything I haven't seen already. "I won't take my shirt off," she said quietly. The cursor selected Empty Recycle Bin. Lindsey covered her mouth, wide-eyed as the warning box asked for confirmation. This is your last chance. Remove your shirt or I delete your paper." Lindsey stared at the screen, her mind reeling. The cursor twitched, now positioned directly over the OK button. She was trapped. Before she could have second thoughts, she pulled her t-shirt over her head. She gripped it in both fists over her bra, but the blackmailer wouldn't allow it. Put the shirt away, Lindsey. She reluctantly complied, but quickly raised her arms again to cover herself. Arms by your side. Shame washed over her. Lindsey could feel the blush burning down her face as she averted her eyes. She slowly lowered her arm, exposing her simple white bra to her webcam, her fists clenched helplessly by her side in anger and embarrassment. "Are you happy now?" she tried to demand, but even she could hear how pathetic she sounded. Very nice. She sat quietly for a few moments, head down, waiting, wondering if she would have to remove her bra also. Was the grade worth it? Why was her computer doing this to her? Since you obeyed, you get rewarded. Lindsey flinched a small smile and risked a glance at the webcam. She watched as the cursor hit Cancel, pulled her file out of the recycle bin, and put in back in place on her desktop. What do you say, Lindsey? "Thank you," she whispered. You may now submit your paper. It took a moment for the words to register, but she sprang into action, quickly bringing up the submission page and uploading her paper before her tormentor changed his mind. With a sigh of relief, she completed the upload. She looked up to see the green webcam light was still on and grabbed her shirt, twisted from her seat and moved out of view. When she glanced back, the light was off. She sat back down and began timidly poking around, hoping to find a clue as to what was wrong with her computer. She was way out of her element and gave up almost immediately. She considered asking for help, but the only people she knew who were good with computers were boys and she didn't want to tell any of them what had happened. And anyway, as far as she could tell, her computer was behaving itself once again. She carefully closed the lid and backed away, half afraid that it would start beeping again. When it remained silent, she sighed with relief and fled her room. Lindsey kept replaying the events of the morning over and over in her head and couldn't make any sense of it. Whom had she been was she chatting with on her computer? What if they had demanded that she take her bra off? She tried to come up with a way to tell someone, but what would she say? That someone made her display herself in her bra? By the afternoon she had almost rationalized it into acceptance. After all, her bra covered about as much as a bikini top. It wasn't like she had a huge chest, she was actually kind of small in that department. Anyway, she hadn't removed her bra, so it wasn't that bad. She started to wonder who was on the other end of the chat box. Was it someone she knew? Maybe some nerdy guy in one of her classes stalking her. Well, if so then she hoped he had gotten his thrill and would leave her alone now. Lindsey finally returned to her room that evening. Summoning her courage, she carefully opened her laptop. The webcam light remained off. She checked into Facebook and updated her status. She read her mail and listened to some music. Everything seemed normal. Next she tried a few Google searches for anything about on laptops acting strangely, but only ended up with the suggestion to update her virus protection, something that she thought computers did automatically. She called it a night, stood up from her chair and stretched, and then started getting ready for bed. Just as she reached back to unhook her bra, she froze. She was standing directly in front of the laptop. There it was, sitting quietly, but she moved out of its vision to the side before taking off her bra. Rather than risk passing in front of her computer topless, she pulled a new sleep shirt out of the dresser drawer. Laying in the dark, she kept glancing over to her laptop, wondering if it was watching her. Lindsey's alarm woke her the next morning. She stretched, thinking about getting up and working out. Or, on second thought...she always felt so horny in the mornings, when the weight of the day's tasks hadn't filled her mind enough to block out her young body's hormonal urges. She lazily slipped a hand under her tee and cupped her breasts, stroking and dreamily touching her nipples as her body came awake. Her other hand drifted down to her panties, pulling the elastic down below her hips, sliding her fingers along her folds to give a nice few strokes. She imagined some nameless male model, his hands on her as she kissed him. Male model...cameras...Lindsey's eyes snapped open and her head turned toward her computer. The green webcam light was on. Instantly awake, she ripped her hands away from her body and jumped out of bed, running out of its sight to hide, quivering, by the doorway. Steeling herself, she lunged forward and slammed the lid shut, shaking in anger. How long had the camera been watching her? She always left it open on the desk across from her bed. Memories surfaced of her humping her pillows, of dancing naked in her room. What had the computer seen? She masturbated almost every morning! Lindsey covered her mouth in horror as she remembered other, more sordid things: giving a blowjob to that boy, Dan; the self-inflicted spanking with a ruler while bent over reading 50 Shades. In desperation, she decided to throw the laptop away. Pulling on her sweats, she took it down to the dumpster. As she walked, she thought about what she was doing. She couldn't throw her computer out: her whole life was on it. Facebook, music, pictures, homework, everything. She would clearly need a new computer, but didn't have the time or the money to go buy one. She stood in front of the dumpster for long, indecisive minutes before finally accepting that she couldn't throw it away. Lindsey returned to her room and plugged the laptop back in. She took a deep breath and carefully opened the lid. The webcam light was off. She started to once again attempt to figure out what was going on. She knew virtually nothing about computers other than how to use the applications she used. She knew that the computer had come with lots of programs she never opened. A futile half-hour later, she gave up and went for a shower to get ready for class. This time she made sure that the laptop was closed while she changed. She left the laptop in her room, resolving to take notes the old fashioned way. All day, the burden of not having her laptop with her was evident. Notes, videos, email were all missing from her routine. In the afternoon, she returned and again probed the computer and came up empty. By the evening nothing odd had happened, and she was wondering if she had imagined that the computer had been watching her that morning. At best she had seen the green light for a millisecond. Doubt began to fester in her mind. Maybe the webcam hadn't been on and it was all in her head. That night, even though the computer was closed, she fought off the urge to masturbate. As if to make penance for the previous day, she opted for a long jog the next morning rather than lie in bed and indulge her desires. This time, she took her laptop with her to classes. Sitting in her last class of the day, she was dutifully taking notes on her laptop when her application saved. Lindsey's eyes widened in horror as a chat window opened on her screen. Hello, Lindsey. She slammed the laptop closed so violently everyone noticed. Even Professor Gaines glanced up at her. "Sorry," she mouthed to him as her heart rate soared. As Professor Gaines continued, her computer beeped. Eyes glanced at her as it beeped again. "I...um...have to go," she blurted out. Tossing the beeping laptop into her backpack, she raced from the lecture hall as quickly as she could. She could hear the laptop beeping in her back, like the beating of a telltale heart. She fled from the building, looking for a place to get away from people. English was her last class of the day, so she decided to simply go back to her dorm room. At some point, the beeping stopped. She summoned the courage to pull the laptop out of her bag and plugged it in. She paced for long minutes before taking a deep breath and opening it up. For a few minutes everything looked normal, but then the dreaded chat window opened again and the green webcam light glowed. Hello, Lindsey. "Leave me alone," she demanded. Soon enough. Take off your shirt. "No." Lindsey, we've been through this all before. Take off your shirt. "Listen, asshole," she snarled, "the only reason I took off my shirt was because I had a paper due. Screw you. I'm not taking off my shirt." Silence hung in the air as her blackmailer pondered his options. Finally, it spoke again. I'm going to show you some pictures. Lindsey watched in amazement as her computer opened Photo Viewer. A picture appeared of her sitting in her bra from a few days ago when he had forced her to take off her shirt. Then a second picture opened. Lindsey's eyes widened: it was a picture of her in a different bra. "How did you...?" A third picture opened. This time, she her back was to the camera but she was clearly topless. Lindsey covered her mouth in shock, sinking into her chair. Photo Viewer minimized and the chat screen reappeared. I've been watching you, and I have more pictures. You wouldn't want these getting out, would you? I'm not asking for anything I haven't already seen. Take off your shirt. "Please leave me alone," she whimpered. Remove your shirt. "No," she whispered, trying to convince herself to stand firm. The computer brought forward her email program and started a new email. The subject filled in as Question for you. Then came the message. Hey babe, I was wondering which bra you prefer. I can't decide. Help! Miss u : - ) <3 In an instant she understood what was about to happen. She whipped off her shirt and clutched it to her chest. "No, please don't." Drop the shirt, Lindsey. She winced as she put her shirt aside and dropped her arms, fighting back a wave of nausea. Very nice. Do I need to attach a few pictures and send this email to everyone in the dorm? "No, please don't," she begged. Will you be a good girl? "Yes." The computer paused for awhile, the email taunting her from her screen. Finally a new message appeared. While you look very pretty, I want you to demonstrate you will be a good girl. Go put on a different bra. Lindsey nodded and went to her dresser. She couldn't believe the predicament she was in. How many pictures did he have of her? She would die if everyone saw her in her bra. She quickly picked her least revealing bra, unfortunately in leopard print, and returned to the computer. Very nice! The computer closed the email. I am going to save the draft just in case your behavior needs to be corrected in the future. If you try to do anything stupid like tell someone what is happening, I will send this email. Do you understand? Lindsey choked back the urge to tell him off and nodded mutely. Now, let's lay down some ground rules. First, though you may not be happy with your current situation, I require you to be civil at all times. Do you understand? "Yes," she growled through clenched teeth. Second, whenever you are in your room, you will have the laptop open and on this desk. Do you understand? "Why? So you can spy on me all the time?" she spat, her anger boiling over. Do I need to remind you what is at stake for you? The email program popped to the front again. Lindsey frowned, cornered again. "Okay, I'm sorry," she conceded. The computer ignored her, opened the draft email and attached a few files. "Hey, I said I'm sorry! Please don't do that!" Apologize. "I'm sorry I got short with you. Please don't send it." Not good enough. "I...I'm really, really sorry I snapped at you. I'll be good, I promise." What are the first two rules? "I have to be civil at all times and keep the laptop open." Get out some paper. Write each rule on a piece of paper. Lindsey nodded and dutifully wrote down the two rules, showing them to the computer. Now tape them on your wall. Good. Put on a different bra. She nodded and changed into a cute pink bra and returned to the computer. Lovely! Now let's talk about you. Tell me about yourself. Lindsey began to talk, prompted by the computer. She told him about her home, her family, her high school, her college career. She tried to stay focused and wary, knowing she was talking to a guy that had blackmailed her into taking her shirt off, but it was hard. She couldn't help but smile as she talked about her mom's apple pie, or get excited when she talked about her trip to Europe. She talked about her major, her classes, her friends, her hobbies. After awhile she almost forgot she was only wearing a bra while talking to her blackmailer. It felt really nice, in a weird way, talking to someone who was apparently listening to her. College happened at such a frantic rate, she rarely had time just to talk to someone. Then the conversation turned sexual. How many boyfriends have you had? She started answering the usual questions, embarrassed to be confessing so much to a stranger. The computer opened a webpage from a relationship site with a survey. She read each question and then answered them. She had only had sex with two boys, one in High School and one in college. She had broken up with her High School boyfriend when she left for college, and the other guy only used her for sex. The computer demanded details, wheedling out her feelings and memories. She pantomimed her blowjob techniques, admitted to masturbating almost daily, and disclosed that she had even kissed a girl. Well, it's getting late. You should probably go to dinner and do your school work. Lindsey glanced at the clock, surprised to find she had been talking for over 2 hours. I had a really nice time talking with you. "Yeah, me too," she replied, immediately regretting her response. We'll do it again soon. A couple of more things before I go. I want to commit to your morning run. Every morning, you need to do your loop. "Yeah, I know," she shrugged. That wasn't a request. You will run every morning, no excuses. It's the next rule. Write it down and tape it to your wall. Lindsey frowned at him but complied. Good. Do you know what Snapchat is? "Yeah, a lot of girls use it to send sexts to guys." Do you have it installed? "No, I don't..." she started, seeing where this was leading. I want you to Snapchat me every morning, after your shower, wearing only your bra and knickers. "Knickers?" Panties. "Oh, I...don't want to..." she winced in protest. You do wear panties, don't you? "Yeah but I don't..." It's the fourth rule now. Snaps before 8 every morning. Write it down and tape it to your wall. She scowled at him, but saw no alternative: he could send that email at any time. Now read me the rules. "Be civil at all times. Laptop stays open. Run everyday. Snaps before 8." Good. Recite the rules every morning when you get up and before you go to sleep. I'll be in touch. A moment later, the chat window closed. Lindsey studied the screen, wondering what she had gotten herself into, and more importantly, wondering how to get out of it. A glance at the clock got her moving to get to the dining hall before it closed. As she walked, she replayed the afternoon's events in her head. She had just spent over 2 hours video chatting to a stranger while wearing a bra. Despite the circumstances, after thinking about it she conceded it was the best conversation she had had in months. She wondered who was on the other end of the screen. Was he a boy she knew? She glanced over and caught some guy's eye, immediately looking down in embarrassment as she imagined he was the one. If that email got out, I would have to leave campus! Zero Day Exploited Ch. 01 Intellectually she was more embarrassed than anything, as she was shocked she had given in so quickly, but she couldn't think of a way out. How many pictures did he have of her? And what was she doing in those pictures? How could she not have noticed the green light? If she threw her computer in the trash would she be safe? She needed her computer, she knew she couldn't throw it away. He had threatened to send the email if she told anyone. At least I haven't had to show my boobs, she thought grimly. And what if he asked? She didn't know. Back in her dorm room, she appraised her computer. It almost seemed like a bad dream, but a simple glance up to the wall showed her four rules. Am I really going to go through with sending him Snaps? Lindsey started checking Facebook and soon lost track of time. She did some research online about Snapchat and was reassured that the application was fairly secure. She may have to send him Snaps, but at least she could be certain he wouldn't be able to save them to blackmail her further. If he took a screenshot of the Snap, she would be notified. Still undecided on whether to go through with it, she downloaded Snapchat to her phone. Getting ready for bed, she carefully stayed out of the way of the webcam. Her blackmailer's words echoed through her mind: recite the rules before bed. Alone in her room, she wondered if she could just skip that demand. Deciding not to risk it, she quickly muttered the rules under her breath and got into bed. A restless sleep followed, filled with nightmares of being naked in class and people laughing at her. When her alarm woke her, she was in the middle of a sexy dream and she was horrified to see her hand on her breast. She snatched it away as she glanced to her computer. The green light was off, thank God. Nonetheless, her body was alive and tingling. She hadn't masturbated in over 4 days, a record for her, and was terribly horny. Suppressing her urges, she moved out the view of the webcam, got changed and went out for her run. One thought dominated her mind: was she going to go through with sending Snaps? By the time her shower was finished, she had resolved to send them. He already had numerous pictures of her in her bra. After all, she had spent two hours video chatting with him with only her bra on. She had every reason to believe he would send that embarrassing email if he wanted to. Sending him a Snap while in her underwear seemed like a small risk. Lindsey put on her pink bra from the previous night and chose one of her white granny panties. Try hard not to think about what she was doing, she positioned herself several times to get a good angle. Despite the fact that she was being blackmailed, she couldn't seem to convince herself to send an ugly selfie. The extra dozen pounds she was carrying around weren't helping either. She finally settled on one with her phone held high, which minimized the view of the lower half. With one last pause of indecision, she sent it into the ether, then deleted all her shots. At least she could be sure that he would be unable to save the picture for further blackmail. Sadly for poor Lindsey, she was unaware her phone was set to automatically sync all photos to the cloud. Zero Day Exploited Ch. 02 This chapter only has solo masturbation and exhibition ***** From Chapter 1: ...Lindsey put on her pink bra from the previous night and chose one of her white granny panties. Try hard not to think about what she was doing, she positioned herself several times to get a good angle. Despite the fact that she was being blackmailed, she couldn't seem to convince herself to send an ugly selfie. The extra dozen pounds she was carrying around weren't helping either. She finally settled on one with her phone held high, which minimized the view of the lower half. With one last pause of indecision, she sent it into the ether, then deleted all her shots. At least she could be sure that he would be unable to save the picture for further blackmail. Sadly for poor Lindsey, she was unaware her phone was set to automatically sync all photos to the cloud. Chapter 2 With the Snap sent, a burden felt like it was lifted from Lindsey's mind. She went to class focused and peaceful. She had almost forgotten about sending the Snap that morning until she entered her room and saw the rules on the wall. Rather than dwell on it, she opted to hang out with some friends for the afternoon. A few times she wondered if she should mention what was going on with her, but decided not to. She couldn't come up with a good way to make underwear photos sound sufficiently terrible to have a good story. Amy, after all, boasted about sending unsolicited 'nakies' to random guys on campus. She'd surely get laughed at for being upset about sending a picture wearing underwear. Further, her blackmailer had warned her not to tell anyone. At this point, discretion seemed like the better option. She returned to her room after dinner and started doing school work, half expecting a chat session to interrupt her. Knowing that she could be stopped at any time, she worked hard and avoided distractions like Facebook and YouTube. No chat was started, but she was careful to change for bed outside the view of the webcam. The next morning she went for her run, showered, sent a Snap and left for class. She managed to work out a small, rushed orgasm in the shower, taking off a bit of the edge. That night there was still no contact from her blackmailer. The same with the next day, and the day after, Friday. Her concerns about being interrupted had led her to be incredibly productive in her school work, not only catching up but actually getting a head start on some of her papers. After her run and Snap on Saturday, she worked on school again before hanging out with friends. They went to a party that night, and the boys were being especially drunk and rude. Despite being terribly horny she couldn't even find a guy to talk to as all the boys were disgusting drunken pigs. On Sunday, Lindsey woke too hung over to run, so she slept in, finally getting up for lunch. She sent a Snap that afternoon, just to cover her bases. Late that evening, her pulse soared as a chat session opened and the webcam light glowed green. Hello Lindsey, you are looking very pretty tonight. "Thanks," she grinned, knowing that she hadn't even put on any makeup. Please take off your shirt. Lindsey frowned at him but quickly gave in. It seemed like such a small concession at this point, after have sent him Snaps of her in her lingerie all week. With a sigh, she unbuttoned her blouse and set it aside, revealing her simple white bra. Despite the number of times she had already done it for him, it still made her uncomfortable. Very nice. Have you been getting all your schoolwork done? "Yeah, I'm all caught up." Good girl. Have you been following the rules? "Yeah," she started before remembering she hadn't run today. "Well, mostly. I went out last night and didn't do a run." Why not? "I was just feeling icky from drinking and didn't want to." Anything else? "I...was late with my Snap this morning." Yes you were. Lindsey, the rules must be followed. We'll deal this later. Tell me how your classes are going. Lindsey started talking about each of her class. It almost felt like talking to her mom as she went over her status. She started to wonder more about her blackmailer. He was being really nice to her. She didn't have much experience with blackmailers, but she was pretty sure he was a nice one. Having to have her shirt off was creepy, but he really wasn't being a bad guy. The computer asked how the party went, how much she drank, and whether she took any boys home. She told him that she had to swat one drunk boy's hands away a few times, but nothing serious. She told him about her friends, how Tina couldn't attract any attention and that she thought Amy had hooked up with a guy from the party. The computer pulled up another relationship survey on the Internet, this one about the 'kind of guy you like', and Lindsey went through it, describing in occasionally naughty terms exactly what she wanted in a boyfriend. Do you watch porn? Lindsey demurred for a bit before admitting it. The computer dragged out the name of the website she liked and brought it up. Embarrassingly, it found the link to the video she had been watching, two girls doing a guy. Lindsey wasn't a lesbian, but she did think it was hot watching them share the boy. The video started to play with the chat box open at the bottom of the screen. Did this make you hot? "Yeah," she blushed. Did you cum watching it? "No..." she offered tentatively. Really? "Well, afterwards..." Afterwards what? "Oh my God, I can't believe you're asking me this." Lindsey, afterwards what? "I masturbated in bed." Naughty girl. Claiming he couldn't see the video, he pushed her to narrate the video, egging her on to fill out the dirty details. She told him what the girls were wearing, the look in their eyes as they worshipped his cock, the strand of saliva that stretched from her tongue. Lindsey felt weirdly aroused, watching porn and talking about it to some guy. The computer goaded her into confessing her threesome sexual fantasy as they watched a second video. Lindsey was getting increasingly turned on, the familiar spot between her legs itching for attention. Are you going to masturbate tonight? "Um," she stuttered. She was kind of trapped, having already admitted to masturbating to the scene. However, she was worried that if she did the webcam would see her. "Probably not." Why not? "I, um...," she hesitated, unwilling to admit what was holding her back. "I don't know." Okay. One more thing, since you like the site, create a user account. "Oh, I don't want to," she protested, but the computer had already pulled up the registration page. Let's go. Fill in a username. After a moment's thought, she selected JennyBear95, a combination of her middle name, a play on her last name, and the year of her birth. She added a few details to the profile and selected a picture of her dog as her avatar. The computer had her add the threesome video to her favorites. Well, one more thing before I go. We have to talk about your failure to follow the rules. You were late with your snap today, and you didn't run at all. That is two violations. Lindsey nodded solemnly. As punishment, we are going to post two pictures of you on the site. Lindsey's eyes widened as she watched her computer upload the two pictures of her in bra. "No!" she yelped helplessly as the upload completed. Since you are still learning, I am blotting out your face. Thousands of guys are going to see you in your bra, but they won't see your face. Do not erase these pictures. If you continue to break the rules, there will be further punishments. The computer opened the gallery, titled "JennyBear," and Lindsey covered her mouth in horror as she saw herself in only a bra on a porno site. Lindsey, what are the rules? She recited them from memory, unable to tear her eyes away from her humiliation on the screen. Are you going to follow the rules? "Yes, I promise." Good girl. I'm going to go now. I'll talk to you later. Lindsey nodded, a deep pit in her stomach as the chat box closed. Smutty pictures of her were now out on the Internet. This flirtatious game she had been playing suddenly had a sinister edge to it. At least her face wasn't visible, but those were clearly her breasts on the screen. She kept watching as the slideshow displayed one picture and then the other. A pop-up from the site woke her from her stupor, notifying her she had a message. She clicked on it and gasped. Another user had seen her picture and told her she was hot. She quickly closed the browser and backed away, trying to come to grips with the situation. She had to figure a way out of this mess! Like a zombie she got ready for bed, slowly convincing herself that no one would be able to connect those pictures with her. Nonetheless, she was going to make very sure that she followed the rules from now on. She recited the rules and went to bed. Her alarm woke her from a sexy dream, one of her in a threesome. She looked over to her laptop, sitting open on the desk, and squeezed her breast. God, I'm so horny. The green light was off. Maybe she could spare a few minutes to take care of herself. "Are you watching me?" she breathed to the computer. Desperate as she was, she couldn't shake the idea that she was being watched. With a groan she pulled herself out of bed and got ready for her run. In the shower she masturbated as fast as she could, trying to ignore the idle chatter of the other girls only feet away. It wasn't terribly satisfying but it would have to do. After her shower, she posed for her Snap. She tried a lot of different angles, making funny faces and trying to look sexy. She finally settled on one and sent it out. Her weekly routine continued, running, masturbating quickly in the shower, and sending a Snap every morning. By Wednesday she was already repeating bras and panties. Friday night a chat window opened. Hello, Lindsey. You are looking lovely tonight. "Thank you." Please remove your shirt. Lindsey nodded and complied. Have you been watching anything interesting? "Oh, um, no," she blushed, knowing he meant porn. Why don't you go to your profile? Lindsey brought up her profile page and was shocked to see a dozen comments on her pictures, all telling her how sexy she looked. She was embarrassed, but consoled herself that no one could identify her. Have you followed all the rules this week? "Yes." Good. I have enjoyed receiving your Snaps. You are a very pretty girl. "Thanks." Okay, panty time! Bring out all your panties. A protest formed in her mind. She wanted to get out this situation, was this the red line she wouldn't cross? She stared at the screen for a few moments. She decided to hold her tongue and play along, for now. She gathered up all her panties and came back to the computer. He asked that she hold up each one and describe it. She felt silly talking about her panties to him, but again it did not seem like a terrible thing to do. It was flirtatious and fun, and she felt safe in her room. Next, he picked out one pair of her panties and directed her to knot it up to make a set of handcuffs. After a few tries she succeeded. The cuffs weren't very effective, as it would be easy to slip off, but it did give the appearance of holding her wrists together. He made her repeat the process with a few other panties, displaying her bound wrists each time. Next the computer pulled up another web survey, this one on sexual preferences. Lindsey gave her opinions on choices like "would your rather have a lover with a big cock who cums quickly or one with a normal dick who lasts longer?" The survey went on to have her contemplate threesomes with two guys, sex with girls, sex in public. "Would you rather have sex in a moving car or in a moving train?" Each question posed funny and naughty dilemmas that she had to consider. Once the survey was finished, the computer pulled up a video for her to narrate. She described the strikingly beautiful girl in a very nice dress as she walked through a sunny, outdoor mall. Lindsey gasped in surprise as the girl looked at the camera, grinned, and pulled her dress down to flash her boobs right in the middle of the mall. The video continued with the girl flashing in stores, on the escalator, in the parking lot. Sometimes there were even unsuspecting people around! Lindsey blushed, embarrassed for the girl, amazed at what she was seeing. Next the computer had her select a porno to watch. She found one that looked hot in the "female friendly" category. Once again she narrated it, one of those high-definition videos of boy-girl sex, this one of a hot girl getting massaged by her hunky boyfriend. The guy did her in a lot of different positions. Lindsey had only ever done it missionary style, depending how you count the contortions she had to do in the backseat of her boyfriend's car. After the video she discussed which positions she most wanted to try. By this time she was so turned on she knew she was going to have to masturbate before bed, and the computer seemed to sense it. She tried to play coy, but strongly hinted that she would have a happy ending before bed. Ok, Lindsey, I have had enjoyed talking with you this evening. I will talk to you later. For this week, I would like Snaps of that cute butt of yours. Goodbye! Her blackmailer's new instructions barely fazed her. She quickly got ready for bed, carefully out of view of the laptop, wearing nothing but her night shirt. She was eager to work off the arousal that had built over the past few hours. As her finger drifted gently across the belly of her nightshirt, she kept looking across her darkened dorm room to her laptop. She was acutely aware she was in the field of vision of the webcam, and even though the green light was off she wondered if it was watching her. Her body was completely alive, begging for release but she couldn't convince herself to even touch her breasts. Lindsey finally got up and padded over to her doorway, out the view of the webcam. She pulled her night shirt up to her chin and started to massage her breasts. Her nipples were already turgid and terrifically sensitive. She leaned on the door and slipped a hand down to her sex, hot and wet and ready for pleasure. Playing with her nipples with one hand, she started to rub her clit with the other. She replayed the porno scenes she had just watched in her mind as she played with her body, feeling her need grow. She had never touched herself while standing, and while it felt really good, it really wasn't working out very well. Worse, standing with her head against the door, she kept on getting distracted by people walking in the hallway just a few feet away. Time and again she considered just going back to bed and finishing, even if she was in front of the laptop. Out of desperation, she had an inspired thought and rolled over her computer chair. After tilting it back as far as it could go, she put her feet high on the wall with her legs spread. The position was perfect, and she wasted no time in plunging two fingers into her sopping pussy while her other hand rubbed her clit. The orgasm came quickly and ferociously, her body tensing from the release of a tidal wave of need. Lindsey fought to hold in her voice as she rode the irresistible crest for as long as she could. It was one of the longest and most powerful orgasms she had ever had, leaving her gasping and with stars in her eyes. Finally sated, she caught her breath. The room reeked of pussy and she now had a wet spot on her chair. She stumbled across her room, flopped into bed and crashed. As she prepared to send her customary Snap the next morning, she suddenly remembered that she was supposed to take if from behind. She changed into a panty that offered more coverage and then struggled to take a selfie in the mirror that minimized how flabby her ass looked. Standing on her toes, she finally achieved an acceptable pose. Her legs were taut and firm, leading to her red underwear, then the smooth skin of her back interrupted by the strap of her bra touched by her blonde hair. Nodding in approval, she sent the Snap and then went to class. By the third day she was in a dilemma: all her remaining panties were thongs, and she wasn't sure she wanted to show that much of her skin. On the other hand, she didn't want to do laundry either. Consoling herself with the knowledge that Snapchat was secure, she put on a thong, took a few pictures, and sent one out to her blackmailer. The knowledge of how much skin she was showing was actually kind of exciting. She hoped he would enjoy the picture of her backside. Friday night, the webcam light glowed green as a chat window opened. Hello Lindsey, you are looking very pretty tonight. "Thanks," she nodded. "Shirt off?" Yes please. Could you please do a dance while taking it off? Lindsey paused, again another small demand, another line to cross. She considered fighting, but the reality was she was going to take her shirt off. She knew that she had to pick her battles, and this one seemed too small to fight over. Besides, he had asked nicely. She stood and danced around a little in the silence of her room, then slowly teased her t-shirt up. She flashed first one bra cup and then the other before finally pulling it over her head and returning to her chair. That was fantastic! They started chatting, and he was very complementary about her and her Snaps. Somehow, the topic of reality TV came up and Lindsey found herself doing mock interviews as if she was selling herself to a producer. Next, she did another online survey, this one on relationships. Finally, she went to the porn site and selected a few pornos to narrate. As she watched, she grew increasingly aroused, looking forward to revisiting her new masturbation position again this evening. Are you going to masturbate tonight? "Probably," she blushed. Show me your orgasm face. "Oh my God, no!" she giggled. Come, Lindsey. Give me your best. Lindsey tried a few times, but found herself unable to stay in character long enough without busting into laughter. That was so cute! I was hoping for sexy. "Okay, I can do this," Lindsey said as she gathered herself. She took a deep breath and spent a few seconds to focus on sexy. She locked on the image of that porn star getting slammed and then started to gasp, followed by verbalizations . "Oh yeah, fuck me! Yeah, yeah, fuck me baby!" she called out as if in ecstasy. Lindsey held on to the desk as her imagined orgasm was cresting and trembled for a few seconds before slumping back on her chair, spent. A lascivious smile crept over her face. Wow, that was hot. "Was it good for you?" she grinned. So that's what's on the menu for tonight? "Maybe," she shrugged. Well, enjoy. I'll be in touch. The chat window closed and Lindsey immediately began getting ready for bed. Or, to be more accurate, got ready to masturbate. She was more prepared this time, putting on socks to protect her feet from the cold wall and sitting on a towel. She dispensed with her nightshirt entirely and reclined naked in her chair, her feet splayed upon the wall. This time she enjoyed herself, allowing her finger to tease her body. She felt so naughty as she rolled her nipples while listening to Janet and Kim talking in the hallway. If they only knew what she was doing! Lindsey replayed the pornos that she had watched in her head, imagining she was the girl sucking her boyfriend's thick cock. She thought about just getting used by some random frat guy, her pussy being punished by his dick. She slipped one and then two fingers into her slit, slamming her palm against her clit as she finger fucked herself. In an burst of inspiration, she grabbed her hairbrush from the dresser and filled herself with its slim, hard handle. Her other hand finally left her breasts and started circling her clit, and moments later her climax erupted in her body. A low, throaty moan escaped her as she dissolved into her orgasm. She fucked herself with her hairbrush through the crest and into the valley, finally slumping in exhausted triumph. After catching her breath, she pulled the hairbrush from her snatch. She appraised the reflection of her wetness on the handle with a contented giggle before cleaning it off with her towel. Zero Day Exploited Ch. 02 The next morning, she contemplated what sort of pose to send. He hadn't told her anything, did he still want butt shots? Having no better ideas, she continued send pictures of her backside as she rotated through her thongs. As she sat in class later in the week, something the professor said made her think about what he was doing to her. She knew it wasn't right, even if it was just silly amusement. She was surprised that he hadn't asked her to take her bra off, and she decided that she wouldn't do it. That was her redline, no boobs. If he wanted to show the entire campus her bra, she would have to live it down, but breasts were a step too far. She looked at some of the guys in the class and tried to imagine how she would feel if they saw those pictures of her in her bra. The thought terrified her, but a line had to be drawn. She saw no harm in continuing their weekly chats, which had come to be quite fun for her. She also saw no harm in continuing to send Snaps, seeing as she had sent so many already. That afternoon, to her surprise, she found a card waiting for her in the mail. Inside was a $50 gift card for Starbucks, and a simple inscription: Thanks for the Snaps. Lindsey was amazed. What kind of blackmailer sends his victim a gift card to Starbucks? Fifty dollars was a lot of money for modest underwear poses, half the sluts on campus would put out for a guy buying them a single latte! Here she was planning to draw a redline at showing her boobs, while if he had been a real boy she'd have eagerly gone a lot further. That night she wondered if her relationship with her blackmailer was getting more complicated. She sincerely enjoyed chatting with him, and he seemed really polite, unlike most of the lunkheads on campus. The next morning, as a way of saying thank you, she tucked the gift card into the back of the waistband of her skimpiest g-string panties before taking the Snap. Saturday turned out to be a terrible day, and that night when a chat session opened up Lindsey could feel her mood improve. She reveled in his compliments and put extra effort into her dance. This time, however, he pushed her to go even further and slip out of her jeans. Still basking in the glow of the gift card, she agreed and stripped down to her underwear for him before continuing their chat. Lindsey told him that she would be going home next week for Thanksgiving, but he said that she still had to follow the rules. He also gave her a special request: buy a new, sexy bra. The rest of the session followed the normal path, although this time he had her knot up one of her panties and bind her hands with it before she started the survey. This survey was on sexual preferences, and she answered a lot of sexy questions. Next she narrated a few porn videos for him, and finally finished with a fake orgasm. After the session was over, she quickly prepared for another amazing masturbation session. Sitting naked in her chair, her mind filled with naughty fantasies as her skillful fingers manipulated her body towards its goal. With two fingers deep in her pussy and the fingers of her other hand circling her clit, she quickly passed the point of no return. The eyes of that one guy in the porno, the way he had looked at the girl...Lindsey's orgasm exploded in her mind. She let out a strangled groan as she came, her body starting to thrash. So focused was she on her pleasure button, she didn't notice that her convulsions had shifted her weight, and just moments after her crest her chair tipped over and she crashed to the floor, bringing an abrupt end to her orgasm. After a yelp of surprise, she laughed on the floor at what a klutzy disaster she was. The next morning, Lindsey completed her run and showered. Bored with butt shots, she took a frontal Snap. As wrong as it was to be blackmailed into sending Snaps, she had to admit, that running every day had made quite an improvement on her body. She hadn't looked this good since her Prom two years ago. Lindsey started to think a lot about the situation she was in. She stewed about it all week. It was clearly wrong to allow this guy to blackmail her into showing him her lingerie, but at this point it was a bit late for regrets. She had been very careful about not changing in front of the computer, but then she had participated in chats wearing only her undies. Yet he seemed really sweet, always polite and complimentary to her. Frankly, she was amazed he hadn't asked her to take off her bra. She almost felt a little insulted, like he was saying her small chest wasn't worthy of being shown. She kept coming back to the argument that if he were a real guy and not behind the computer, she likely would have been having sex with him already. "Would showing him my breasts really be bad?" she wondered dreamily. "Snap out of it girl, he's blackmailing you! This is wrong!" Lindsey groaned in indecision and continued with her routine. With the Thanksgiving break around the corner, the last day of classes were iffy. Her first class of the day had been canceled and her second one was just an online submission of the take-home exam. All across campus students took advantage of the situation by throwing parties. Alcohol flowed freely. Lindsey awoke the next day with a headache. She was wearing only her panties, but fortunately she was alone in her room. A glance at the clock showed that it was still early, but she had to pee. She threw on a shirt and staggered to the bathroom, using the break to try and recall the night. She had gone out, got drunk, flirted with some guy, or was it two? Somehow she had gotten home. It was all very hazy. As she returned to her room, her eyes fell on her computer, and the blood drained from her face as a solitary memory surfaced. She had chatted with him last night. Topless. Zero Day Exploited Ch. 03 ... All across campus students took advantage of the situation by throwing parties. Lindsey awoke the next day with a headache. She was wearing only her panties, but fortunately she was alone in her room. A glance at the clock showed that it was still early, but she had to pee. She threw on a shirt and staggered to the bathroom, using the break to try and recall the night. She had gone out, got drunk, flirted with some guy, or was it two? Somehow she had gotten home. It was all very hazy. As she returned to her room, her eyes fell on her computer, and the blood drained from her face as a solitary memory surfaced. She had chatted with him last night. Topless. ***** Chapter 3. Lindsey returned home for Thanksgiving, still unclear as to what had happened that night. Had he asked her to take her top off? Had she offered? How long was she topless? She seemed to recall being very proud of her small boobs, but wasn't really certain of that. What else had she done? She had learned long ago not to beat herself up over spilled milk, to just move forward. She refused to allow herself to wallow in angst over what had or hadn't happened that night. Instead, she enjoyed her time with her family in the warm safety of her childhood home, continued to run and sent out Snaps. On Saturday night, laying on her bed and watching cat videos, her pulse quickened as a chat window opened. Hello Lindsey, you are looking very pretty today. "Hi," she answered tentatively. There was a knot in her stomach, wondering how he was going to breech the topic of their last chat session. Would he ask her to take her top off? And would she agree? Instead, to her surprise, he only asked about her holiday and complimented her on Snaps. He never even hinted that he had seen her breasts, leaving her more confused than ever. She considered asking him what had happened, but the chat ended early and he promised to be in touch. Back at school for the final sprint to the end of the semester, their chat had a familiar feel. He was as sweet and complimentary as ever and didn't ask her to show her breasts. She had purchased a "sexy" bra and panty set as he had requested. She did a little dance to tease him before showing them off and he positively gushed over it. He asked for her phone number. Lindsey was surprised, she had assumed he already had it, but she gave it to him anyway. The next morning, Lindsey was woken by her alarm. As she laced up her running shoes, her phone chirped with a text from an unknown number. Good morning, beautiful. She spent the rest of the day with a smile on her face. After their next chat, he said he would leave her alone through Finals Week so that she could study. Every morning, though, her day started off with a positive text and a run. Her Snaps had gotten more adventurous and playful, full of poses and facial expressions. In addition, she had been playing for days with the naughty idea of sending a Snap wearing only panties, with an arm over her breasts. Finally she sent one, a distraction for her just before the last Final. As she walked to class, a text came in: WOW!! She took the Final glowing with happiness. By the time Lindsey returned home after the semester, she knew she had done well. She was pretty sure of getting a 3.4 this semester, and maybe a 3.7 if a Final broke her way. It was a marked improvement over her Freshman year, and she was quite proud of herself. Further, her daily runs had really paid off, and she was as slim and energetic as she had ever been. The weather had turned, and on days when she couldn't run outside she went to the gym. One day, running late, she was pressed for time to make her 8am deadline for a Snap. She went into the locker room at the gym, took off her sweaty sports bra, and took a selfie with her arm covering her boobs. Once again she immediately received positive affirmation from him. In her heart she had moved away from feeling him as a blackmailer and more as a boyfriend. While their relationship had clearly started by him blackmailing her, that had been a few months ago. Now, in every way expect physical, he was like a boyfriend. She had had long, intimate conversations with him and she really enjoyed the way he constantly praised her and gave her compliments. The dark days of winter didn't seem so cold with him. Nonetheless, she was acutely aware that theirs was not a balanced relationship: she didn't know his name or even what he looked like. But she felt she knew his heart, and based on that she liked him. Lindsey was laying on her belly on her bed at home one night, browsing the internet for distractions while waiting to feel tired enough to sleep. Suddenly the webcam light activated and a chat window opened. Hello Lindsey. You are looking very pretty tonight. "Hello, thank you," she smiled, happy for the break from the tedium of her day. Please take your top off. "Oh, um...I'm not wearing a bra...," she hemmed. That's okay, I can only see your shoulders. Lindsey thought about it for a moment and then agreed. The way she was laying, a pillow underneath her chest and her face in the computer, she wasn't going to show anything. She squirmed out of her t-shirt and looked at herself in the webcam display. Her face and shoulders glowed in the dim light of the display. "Are my shoulders all you want to see?" she teased. I want to see all of you. "Well, I don't know about that." This is nice, for now. How did your semester go? "Really well, I think I got a 3.4." That's wonderful! "I know, I worked really hard. I can hardly believe it." I'm so proud of you! I knew you could do it. "I think a lot of it was because I thought you would interrupt me with a chat session and so I forced myself to stayed focused" Well, it worked. And, if you don't mind my saying, you look really fit also. "Yeah, those daily runs really paid off." So I've been pretty good influence for you, huh? "Yeah, overall you've been a positive influence on my life," she agreed with a smile. It makes me very happy to hear that. How is your holiday going? Lindsey started talking, telling him about her family and their preparations for Christmas. I would like to send you a Christmas present. "Really!" Yes. I will send it to your dorm. When do you go back? "On the third, right after the New Year." I'll try and get it there around that time. "What kind of present?" Well, you'll have to wait and see. Although maybe some of it is more of a present for me than you ;) "Okay, well I'll look out for it. Can I get a gift for you?" How about more Snaps like that one in locker room? "You liked that one, huh?" Amazing. You are a real stunner. "Well, I'll think about it," she hedged, knowing full well she'd do it. I'd really like that. Their chat took an odd turn at that point, with her blackmailer talking in prolonged detail about his Christmas memories. They ended up talking for over three hours. They also agreed that she could take it easy on the runs during the holiday, but he still wanted Snaps. The next morning, as she ran, she replayed the night in her head. He hadn't even asked her to look at porn, he had just talked to her. Her head slowly began to concede to her heart, no longer thinking of him as the enemy. Finally, grudgingly, she gave in. If he was her enemy, she reasoned, she could use more enemies. For the rest of the break, she followed her routine and smiled over his daily texts. She only skipped three runs, but all the Snaps she was sending were topless with the good parts hidden. Inspired by ESPN the Magazine's Body Issue, she started playing with nude poses like the athletes did, naked but showing nothing. Although she though several of them were really hot, she refrained from sending them. On New Year's Eve, feeling extra flirty, she set up a special photo shoot for him. She set her cell phone camera on a timer and posed across her bedroom while naked. She wore a golden eye mask, held a champagne bottle in front of her sex, one nipple covered with a champagne flute, and the other one covered with a carefully angled party horn. She took several dozen shots, some showing everything, other more teasing. She finally send one that showed nothing but revealed everything. A series of texts of hyperbolic adoration quickly arrived on her phone, leaving her glowing all night. She attended a New Year's party at house of a friend from High School, a collection of many of the kids she had gone to school with a few years earlier. She ended up talking to Adam for much of the night, getting drunker and drunker. Making out in the dark corner of a room, Lindsey suddenly felt guilty and uncomfortable. She reluctantly pushed him away and apologized before heading home. Even though her blackmailer hadn't given her any instructions, she felt like making out with Adam was cheating. Sober, she was glad she hadn't gone any further. Back at school, she started her Winter Session with six credits on the schedule, three of which were an elective sculpture class. After the second day of classes, a box from Amazon appeared in her dorm mail. That night, a chat window opened. He started by complimenting her extensively on her Snaps, then she did a little dance for him while stripping down to her underwear. She talked about her holiday and confessed to making out with a guy at the party. If it bothered him, it didn't show. Finally he asked if she received her package. She brought it forward and opened it. Her jaw dropped as she pulled out the first box. It was a new Fitbit. She had looked a them before, but they were too expensive for her budget to justify. Aside from her parents, he had now spent more money on her than anyone ever had. I know how important fitness is to you, so I thought this would be help Lindsey was speechless for a moment, amazed to have gotten such an item, before pouring out her thanks. She quickly fumbled with the packaging, excited to get it on. With his help, she soon had it on, tracking her pulse and synced to her phone. I hope you like it. And I'm glad to pulled that one out first. "Oh? Should I see what else is in here?" The second box was white and cryptically labeled BAHC-100. She opened the box to find four separate rectangles of heavy fabric. After a moment of confusion, she realized what they were. "Bondage cuffs? Seriously?" Yeah. I know, more of a gift for me. But they are kinda special. He guided her to a website, where she downloaded and installed an application. While it was loading, she put a cuff on each wrist. Are you ready? Put your hands together. A moment later there was an audible click and her wrists were locked together. Lindsey tried to pry her hands apart but the cuffs held tight. It's Bluetooth enabled, so I can lock them from the computer. They're magnetic latches that close. Another click and the cuffs released. Lindsey paused, unsure of this new twist. It was kinky, putting her wrists in cuffs controlled by him, but it also sent an erotic thrill straight down to her clit. One more item should be there. Lindsey reach in and then gasped as she pulled out the last box. She blushed as an embarrassed smile was quickly covered by her hand. She removed a 7" long pink dildo from the box. It was thick and flexible and pink and had balls at the bottom. She immediately knew she would be using it that night. She took a few minutes to compose herself before looking back to the camera. "And what do you want me to do with this?" she asked cheekily, wagging it in front of the webcam. What do you want to do with it? She toyed with it for a few minutes, poking and prodding it. She wrapped her hand around it and gave it a firm stroke, shivering at the thought of doing it to a boy. She licked her lips as she gave it another stroke, her internal fires intensifying. She had never used a sex toy more sophisticated that the handle of her hairbrush and would never have the courage to buy one herself, but having one in her hand was certainly intriguing. She noticed there was a suction cup on the bottom. She finally looked back to the webcam and blushed anew as she remembered she was being watched. Finally he responded. Do you have a name for it? Lindsey giggled before thinking about it. The name of that hot singer came to mind. "Greg. This is Greg." Let's watch a video. Lindsey gave a chuckle and then navigated to her porno site. She selected a video, and as it started he told her to use the suction cup at the base of her new dildo to attach it to the desk in front of the computer. She was now watching a porno with a big pink dong wagging in front of her face. Put your wrists together. A moment later there was a click and her hands were locked together, amplifying her arousal with the helplessness. She started narrating the video, her voice becoming husky from desire. When the girl on the video started sucking her man's cock, a new request came in. Suck Greg like she's doing. Flushed with lust, Lindsey leaned forward and captured her dildo in her mouth, eyes rolled up to continue watching the screen as the actress pleasured her boyfriend. She mimicked the girl on the screen as best she could, going deep and then licking the shaft before sucking it again. She tasted the plastic skin of the dildo and reveled in the way her lips stretched to accommodate its girth. She could easily imagine sucking the guy on the screen, watching his face for reactions. She was getting unbelievably turned on, her panties noticeably damp. If her hands had been free she would have started touching herself. The actors started having sex, but Lindsey kept on sucking. The video ended with the guy cumming in her pussy and Lindsey pulled off her dildo, gasping and horny. Do you want to watch another one? "No," she breathed huskily. You want get better acquainted with Greg? "Yeah," she answered, shamelessly admitting she was about to masturbate. Can I watch? The comment snapped Lindsey out of her stupor. "Uh...no," she blushed Maybe next time? "Maybe." Well, I enjoyed our chat. Have a good night. The cuffs unlocked and the chat window closed. Lindsey quickly rolled her chair over to her doorway and removed her bra and sodden panties. She reclined the chair, put her feet up and apart and immediately started sliding Greg along her slit. She eased an inch into her pussy, pausing for a few moments to get used to the intruder. She had never had anything that big in her, and despite being horny she wanted to take it slow. After a few minutes of short thrusts, she began to get more adventurous, stroking deeper and deeper. Her eyes were transfixed between her legs in the dim light, watching more and more of the dildo disappearing into her. Finally she pushed him home, groaning from the sensations, her body completely focused on obtaining her release. She clamped a handover her mouth, too late to capture the involuntary moan. She pulled it out so that only the bulbous head was still inside of her before plunging it back in, waves of pleasure following its penetration. She moaned in response, unable to keep her voice silent, and pinched a nipple while the other hand started thrusting him in and out with full, deep strokes. She moaned in ecstasy as her orgasm built, finally erupting through her body. She let out a long, strangled groan as her body shook erratically, her hand staying on task, ramming Greg in and out her pussy. Part of her was terrified she was being too loud, but she couldn't help it. Another tremor shook her and her chair wiggled, threatening to tip. Lindsey lurched forward and held on to the doorknob with her free hand as she continued to ride her orgasm. Finally her body was spent and she sagged in her seat, her ragged breaths filling the room. She blushed in quiet amusement as she heard some girls pass in the hallway, grateful that they didn't know what a pervert she was. They had another chat the next week. Lindsey admitted to enjoying Greg, although she had been able to hide him away for the rest of the week. During their chat, they somehow wandered into a discussion of a local public arts show that she had attended as part of her sculpture class. Together they looked at pictures of the things the artists had designed, a loose group called the Maker community. Lindsey commented that she could never do something creative like that. He disagreed. After talking about the workshop she had access to for her class, he talked her into building a little project. He wouldn't tell her what it was, but assured her she was more than capable of building a project. With this project, she would get to see just how good she could be at building things. Later, she put her cuffs on and he locked them in place. She stated a porno and sucked Greg as she watched. By the end of the second video she was completely ready to finish. She had been thinking a lot about letting him watch her. She had, after all, performed numerous fake orgasms for him and doubted her real ones would measure up. However, she like to play with her naked body when she masturbated and was worried about showing that much. He asked to watch again, and she seriously considered letting him, but in the end decided to use Greg in private. She fucked herself to another powerful orgasm in her chair. The next day, a chat session opened. This time he only stuck around to save a pdf on her computer. The pdf was a simple blueprint of two mostly rectangular wooden boards with a heart and smile cutouts. Lindsey spent a few hours in the workshop and soon had built both pieces. She painted them both a hot red. During their next session, he complemented her woodworking skills and sent her a few more blueprints. Most the pieces were small enough to pull out of the scrap bin and didn't even get charged against her account. A third set of files arrived, this one for 3D printed parts. Her University had just set up a 3D printing lab for students, so she went to the lab and printed them out. She picked a hot red, as the pieces looked like a pointy tail of a devil. As the printers worked, a technician came over to compliment her, telling her she was the first non-engineer to use the lab. He asked what she was making and she demurred, offering only that she wanted to learn how to make things. Finished, she and took them back to the room and added them to her colorful collection of parts. She had started running a longer loop, the cold weather and her months of running had really improved her endurance. Sending a Snap a few days later, she decided she was bored with the pictures she was sending and sent a carefully posed nude that hid everything. Again she received positive texts in return. She started to get more creative with her Snaps, posing in all sorts of silly and sexy ways. After she painted the latest wood parts in the workshop, she put a small amount of the paint in a cup and took it back to her dorm. She used a tissue to paint her boobs, took a picture, and sent it as a Snap the next day. Somehow, expressing her sexuality in these poses really resonated with her. The next set of blueprints required her to buy some bearings online for a nominal amount and a mixture of screws, nuts and bolts. The final pieces were metal rods that she cut to length in the metal shop. During their next chat session, after stripping to her underwear, she placed the computer on the ground beside her. She laid out all the parts she had made over the past few weeks and added two folded towels. She started putting them together under his direction, using a battery powered driver she had borrowed from the woodshop. First the two boards were erected vertically, then the other pieces were assembled between them. Over the course of an hour the whole contraption came together, the bearing allowing a rocking motion. The two towels were laid parallel on top. The red devil tail seemed to wag as it rocked. Lindsey puzzled over what she had built. She pushed it several times, watching it rock back and forth. Zero Day Exploited Ch. 03 "Okay, what is it?" She finally asked. Get Greg. Lindsey reached over and pulled Greg from his hiding place. Put the suction cup on blue square. Lindsey's eyes widened as she finally connected the dots. Horrified, she couldn't help but push the rocker and watched Greg rise up and down. Congratulations! You just build a fucking machine! (Author's note: www.funkyrocker.com) "Oh...my...God...," she finally got out. Lindsey's mind reeled. How many people had seen her with those parts? Did they know what she was building? What was she going to do with a sex machine? How was she going to hide it? She had told her friends about the secret project she was building, now what was she going to say? She gave it another push, intimidated as she imagined herself sitting on it. Greg rose up and down in synchronicity with the rocking. The length of stroke and angle were adjustable. Adjusted by parts she had made and assembled herself. Oh My God. Lindsey finally noticed he had typed something. So, do you still think you are incapable of building things? "Uh, no," she giggled. She gave it another push. "Oh my God." A image formed in her mind about how it would feel to ride her sex rocker. She would no longer have to worry about falling off her computer chair. Her hands would be free. A flush came over her and suddenly she had an intense desire to try it out. It looked scary, but she knew each part intimately. And soon, the parts would know her intimately. Why don't we watch a video. "Yeah, lets." Lindsey put the laptop back on her desk and mounted Greg in front. She was already feeling hot as she brought up a video. This time she picked a video with two girls and a guy. She again imitated the girls as they sucked his cock, but once they started having sex all she could think about was the sex rocker on the floor behind her. Her head bobbed up and down on Greg as the actor's dick slid in and out of the two girls on the screen. She could almost feel what it would be like to ride it, to have Greg thrusting in and out. By the time the video was finished she was completely ready to test out her creation, practically panting in need. Lindsey, I want to watch you ride your rocker. "Oh, um, I don't...think so." I know you are still reluctant to show your beautiful breasts to me, and I'm OK with that. You can put it where your chair is and adjust the laptop so all I will see is your face. "I...um," she faltered. Get your rocker. Lindsey turned and took Greg in her hand, her mind mushy in confused arousal. She pushed her chair away, pulled the sex rocker over and sat in it. Only her neck and head was showing in the webcam. Her pulse quickened even more. "I'm not sure." C'mon Lindsey, after all we've been through. Put Greg on your rocker. She hesitated for a moment, flushed from excitement, her body screaming for attention. She fastened Greg in place and then looked back at the computer. From where she was standing her lower body wasn't visible in the webcam. Please. The magic word, Lindsey consoled herself. She slid off her wet panties and sat on her rocker, Greg standing at attention only a few inches below. She looked again at the webcam, only her face visible. Play the video again. Lindsey nodded and hit play, fast forwarding to the spot when both girls were sucking him. She looked down and rocked her hips tentatively, watching Greg rise to brush her pussy. She raised her head as she continued to rock, brushing her wet cunt with Greg every time. She was completely transfixed on the video, and when the actor finally put his cock into the girl, Lindsey guided Greg into place. "Oh fuck," she groaned as Greg slid home into her wet pussy. Her eyes were glued to the screen and she rocked her hips in time with the actor, coordinately the thrusts on the video with what she was doing to herself. She gripped the handle of her rocker with one hand for leverage as the other hand held onto the desk. Her hips took on a life of their own, slamming Greg into her over and over again. Her orgasm built up momentum as she watched, mesmerized, as the actor switched girls. He started pumping into the girl and Lindsey's orgasm hit, drawing a long moan from her as stared at the screen. Unlike her previous lovers, Greg didn't cum and get soft, he just kept on fucking her as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her body's tremors seemed to feed directly into the rocker, continuing its thrusting as she moaned. Finally she could take no more and slumped on her desk, gasping, as Greg slid out of her with a slurp. Her dazed eyes watched as the video continued, eventually wandering over to the chat box at the bottom of the screen. "Wow," she smiled breathlessly. Wow indeed. "That was...amazing." It sure looked like it was. Thank you. You are incredible. "Thanks," she grinned, her mind still hazy from her orgasm. I'll be in touch. "Okay," she sighed as the chat window closed. Lindsey took a few more minutes to compose herself before dragging her exhausted body into bed.