Blackmailed and Claimed [Closed]

[Woe_Foe]

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Name: Natalie Wing
Age: 18
Height: 5'6

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Dear Diary,

Living in a small town isn’t exactly exciting. From my own experience; days pass by slowly, you find yourself with less and less things to do and the entire area reeks of mundane life. While that might be just fascinating for some, it certainly isn’t the lifestyle for me - hence why the moment that I graduated from high school, I decided to go to a faraway college. So, from my humble beginnings from Georgia, at nineteen years old, I found myself at the University of New York.

Immediately, I was struck by some kind of cultural shock, what with the lights, skyscrapers and enormous amount of people freely walking about. Still, that didn’t get to me for too long. Within a month’s time I found myself freely leaving campus and exploring the city.

I suppose that’s what brought me to my first unusual encounter. If my memory serves me right, I was browsing through HMV, when from the corner of my eye I saw some man acting suspicious. At first, I thought it was just some shoplifter looking for a window of opportunity, but then as I walked around the store, I noticed that he was actually following me! My heart raced when this happened, as my mother made damn sure to let me know every urban legend that there is to know of New York. But I calmed down, when the man did in fact leave. Thus, I wondered; why did he follow me around?

I thought this question for quite a few sleepless nights until something similar occurred as I was grocery shopping. It was then that I discovered that some men simply found me attractive and wanted a closer look, or even to take a picture without me noticing. And for that, I had to blame my large bust.

You see, I was endowed with a large bosom during my late teenaged years. It is so much so, that for the past few years, I needed to be extremely thoughtful as to what to wear. Honestly, at times I wonder if my growth has stopped, being a 38G cup at 5’6. It doesn’t help that together with my slim figure, that they seem even larger! So, not only do I have to be careful as to what size my tops should be (as something too small simply looks too scandalous for my tastes) but also as to what bra to wear. Padded supporting bras were hard to find, at least for me, but I desperately needed such not only because my orbs weighed me down without so, but because of the natures of my large nipples. Most of the time, I considered my upper half to be a curse, rather than a blessing.

That is, until I began to enjoy these little chases. Maybe I should be ashamed for such a way of thinking, but in recent times I found it exhilarating to have people stare or trying to get a closer look. Not only in public places, but also within my own school residence. I never allowed anything to get too far, even at parties. I would take my time and not drink too much - nor would I take too seriously having a fellow student express his love to me (despite knowing me for obviously less than a year). Perhaps my parents’ conservative attitude rubbed off a little on me? Maybe I was just waiting for the right guy? Whatever the case may be, I constantly found excuses why to never go further than having a man kiss me. And for that, some people thought of me as a tease.

Most of all, I think the person that considered the most of a tease was Mark Gendron - a boy from one of my classes and my first real date, I suppose. The evening in of itself was pretty fun, we studied and had dinner together. Though, he was quick to pull some moves on me. I declined his invitations and haven't contacted him since (nor giving him even a good night kiss!) Still, I've heard that he was pretty bitter of the whole thing.

I didn’t really care - as school came first now. I love philosophy and found myself wanting to attend graduate school. Or maybe take a double major next year? The possibilities were endless at this point. Things change, however - so I couldn’t possibly think that what I have planned for the future will fly so easily. At least, that’s my mentality on life.

Well, I have about an hour to kill before class starts. I suppose that I could go for a coffee, or go to the library?

And so, I closed my little journal and checked myself out in the mirror. Not bad, I thought, as my hair just seemed perfect on this fine early November day. Wearing a purple tank top and blue jeans, I thought to put on a small leather jacket and some heels before going out. Luckily, there was a Starbucks right in residence.

"One Caffè Latte, please." I asked once I made my way to the counter. I looked at the clock and saw that I was in no real rush.

 

[DerrickStud]

Name: Mark Gendon
Age: 18
Height: 6'2
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Checking my email once more before heading into the dive bar to ensure that this was the right address. I swallowed hard once I realized that I had the right address. The private investigator that I hired to get dirt on Natalie Wing, really didn't have any taste in meeting spots. None the less he said, he found what I was looking for to get back at that tramp for saying no to me. She thinks that just because she had the biggest tits in the no name hick town shes from she can say no to someone of my status. Heck she was living in dorm with my name on it.

Stepping into the place, I found my shoes would often stick to the disgusting floor. Outside of that, this place was regular run down piece of shit. The private dick was sitting at booth, shoving chicken wings down his throat. I pushed away my pride and quickly moved towards, the faster outta here the better. Seeing me, he put down the wings and passed his tablet to me.

“As you can see, I got more then enough dirt at that chick to met your needs.” Looking through the pictures I could see that he lived up to his reputation. “So where is my money”

I glanced up at the little scumbag. “You get paid if these pictures give me what I want.” The scum went back to his wings, as I transferred some of the really juicy ones to my phone. No point in paying this fool if his pictures are worthless.

I sent off one of the more exposing pictures straight to Natalie's school email. With this massge
“Meet me at the Wildcraft, ask the hostess for Mark.”

 

[Woe_Foe]

I sat down, latte in hand as I read through the Globe and Mail. The morning seemed relatively calm and honestly, I enjoyed it that way. I had the feeling that today was just going to be a relatively normal day - though the events which were to follow would certainly change my mind. My phone vibrated in my pocket, as my left hand goes to take out it. I was probably expecting it to be a call or something, but instead was a noticed that I had received an email.

I check it out and immediately my eyes widen.

There was a picture of me, down at the nearby grocery store - bending over in a short denim skirt as I picked up some soft drink. My pink panties were completely exposed, as it seemed that I presented myself in an incredibly suggestive manner. I knew that this photo wasn't taken by me, or anyone else that I knew. But that's not what worried me. It was the message that followed;

“Meet me at the Wildcraft, ask the hostess for Mark.”

I suppose that I knew right away who this 'Mark' was, but I wasn't going to text him now and quite possibly get myself in a worse situation. I simply got off from the table and hurried off to the Wildcraft. Just what the hell did he think he was doing?

 

[DerrickStud]

I tossed an envelop filled with cash. I grabbed the tablet filled with pictures of Natalie and quickly left the bar, leaving the scumbag with his dirty greasy wings. Unlocking my nearby Audi, I got in and raced off to the Wildcraft.

Pulling into the parking lot, it was clear from even the outside that the Wildcraft was goth bar. The outside was painted black, above the front day was painting of woman embracing the name of the bar. It didn't matter that the bar was still in the process of being open, my family owned it and therefore it was mine to use. Pushing the front doors open, I stode in, looking for hostess. Hostess was currently out of her uniform, as she slowly walked towards her boss.

“Mr. Gendon, what are you doing here so early” The hostess said nevously

“Am here on personal business. A woman should be here shortly looking for me, send her to my usually VIP suite” The young woman nodded, after getting my order. No more questions were asked, as I walked to the suite.

The suite had the normal things you would find in a VIP section. Velvet couches and chairs were present to keep up the goth theme. There were three handcrafted mahogany tables and a small fully stocked bar. I plugged in the tablet into the large screen TV, to watch the slide show of pictures that the PI was able to get of Natalie. I sat on the couch, waiting for those big tits to come by.

 

[Woe_Foe]

I stood outside of the goth bar, double checking the address to make sure that this was indeed the right place. Taking a moment to gather some form of courage, I then walked into the bar and observed the dark colors - the place obviously wasn't open yet, but from what I had understood, Mark's folks owned the location.

"Excuse me, you can't be here." a woman said, obscuring my path.
"I-I'm looking for a Mark Grendon?" I asked, as she apologized and pointed me to a VIP room.

I entered the room, which was incredibly quiet - save for the clicking of the slide show going on inside. "Wait, are those pictures of me?!" I exclaimed to myself, as I walked in, greeted by Mark grinning at me."What do you want from me Mark?" I ask, wondering why on earth he had brought me here.

 

[DerrickStud]

I looked up at the familiar long legs and big breasts of Natalie. My cock was fully hard due to the little show on the TV.

“Hello Natalie, I thought would like to see these pictures, before your parents see them.” I said, while switching to the picture of Natalie in a tight white shirt that someone spilled beer over. Due to the beer, the shirt become sheer, showing off her bra and considerable amount of cleavage.

“Look at that, what would your parents say if they saw this?” I grinned madly at the girl. While the investigator was a dirty scumbag, he was good at his job. The picture made it look like she was laughing that room full of people could see her tits.

 

[Woe_Foe]

I gasped, seeing photos of myself right there on a widescreen. I could faintly recognize these events, unlike the one that I had received moments ago...It was a party that I attended and during it, some guy stumbled and dropped some beer on my white shirt. It became see through and the entire room could see the pink bra that laid underneath. I thought it was funny, at the time, due to some drinking and somehow enjoyed the fact that my breasts were the main topic of conversation.

But this was weeks before I met Mark. How did he...

“Look at that, what would your parents say if they saw this?” Mark said, eying me with a huge grin on his face.

"H-How'd you get that?!" I exclaim, nervous as I've ever been in my entire life. "What do you want Mark?!"

 

[DerrickStud]

“It doesn't matter how I got them. What matters is that I have them currently. For the second question, I want you to go behind the bar, put the uniform you find there on and serve me a gin and tonic.” I smiled at her, knowing that the outfit could only technically fit her.

“We can skip that second part and negotiate the price for these pictures, now if you want” The picture changed to her sitting on one of dorm's common area couches, her legs spead, opening her skirt wide enough to see her panties

 

[Woe_Foe]

“We can skip that second part and negotiate the price for these pictures, now if you want”

Feeling a bit angry, I respond "Yes, let's do that. Look - no games, just tell me the price." - though afterwards looking to the screen in utter shock, seeing another picture of me so...exposed. How on earth did he get these? And just how many did he have?!

 

[DerrickStud]

I kicked my legs up onto the table, getting in a nice comfortable position. One that let my fully harden cock stretch my pants out. “Lets see Natalie. You can't pay me enough to turn them over. Wow I think your father would love to see that picture. You in your little gym outfit, legs wrapped around another woman. Man I should sell this one around school.” My hand moved to my tenting monster, there was no point in hiding that I was turned around by this.

“O sorry, we were working on a price. Well you see, no one ever says no to me and yet you did. Thats going to change, drastically. Otherwise everyone will have there own Natalie Wing stoke collection” I said emphasizing her effect on men with my cock.

 

[Woe_Foe]

“O sorry, we were working on a price. Well you see, no one ever says no to me and yet you did. Thats going to change, drastically. Otherwise everyone will have there own Natalie Wing stoke collection”

I looked in horror, to see his hand touching the massive bulge in his pants - just as he observed more and more of the pictures taken of me without my own permission. I wondered, at least for this moment, if I could just have some legal professionals handle this for me...but then soon realized that Mark seemed eager, and rich enough, to counter whatever help that I could possibly get.

"O-Okay! I'll do what you say! Just please, get rid of these photos!" I cry out.

 

[DerrickStud]

I turned off the tv with the nearby remote. I looked Natalie up and down one, thinking of all wonderful things I do to her. But we need to start somewhere.

“You can start by getting me that gin and tonic. Don't forget the uniform while your at it” I calmly replied to the girl

 

[Woe_Foe]

I got goosebumps, watching Mark look at me up and down, before stating:

“You can start by getting me that gin and tonic. Don't forget the uniform while your at it”

I nod and leave the room. It was a simple request - how difficult could this possibly be? The lady that obstructed my path was pretty nice, directing me behind the counter as she went in with me.

"A gin and tonic? That's easy enough." she said, showing me how to make it properly and quickly help me make a quick batch. As for the uniform - at least, when I asked for it, she looked at me up and down and said:

"Well...I'm not sure how it's going to fit you...But here." as she handed me a bag and directed me into a nearby washroom. Once there, I took out the uniform and gasped. It was nothing more than a leather corset, a thin choker, a short blackshirt and high heels.

Nevertheless, I put them all on and stare at myself in the mirror in utter disbelief. My breasts were incredibly pushed together, given the nature of the outfit, making them seem ridiculously bigger. The fact that I needed to remove my bra in order to make them fit didn't help and I blushed in embarrassment, looking into my reflection - seeing the tight corset supported only by the straps that were holding the entire thing together.

The rest of the outfit didn't make things any more appealing to me. The short skirt barely even covered anything, ending right below my ass, where my entire thigh and leg were bare, save for the leather, strappy high heels. I moved about a bit, posing in front of the mirror and wondered how long Mark planned for me to wear this.

Putting my bra back in the bag, I went to the counter and brought Mark's gin and tonic to him, on top of (literally) a silver platter.

"Here you are Mark..." I said shyly.

 

[DerrickStud]

I stared at Natalie, as she walked with my drink. Each step by her long bare legs, made her bra less tits jiggle in the tight leather corset. My low sitting position, forced her to lean in towards me to serve the drink. I had excellent view of her pushed up tits, the corset desperately trying to hold them back. Grabbing my drink, I reached out to let her feel the cold drink on her exposed skin.

“Very good, Natalie.” Eyeing up the shy girl, as I pulled the drink towards my lips.

“As you can obviously see, this is a VIP room. What you may not know about this room, is that when someone is in here they expect to be entrained. So you now have a choice, sit here and watch the slide show or come up with another way to prevent my boredom” I sipped my drinking, waiting for her response. Before I would have been happy to grope her tits, but because she said no I wanted more out of her.

 

[Woe_Foe]

I felt to my stomach, having to lean over and expose of my breasts to him. The fact that my bust was merely inches away from his face, as he briefly made his cold drink touch the exposed flesh, went to show the extent of where this was going. I was ready to leave the room, hoping that this was all for now, when he finally spoke:

“As you can obviously see, this is a VIP room. What you may not know about this room, is that when someone is in here they expect to be entrained. So you now have a choice, sit here and watch the slide show or come up with another way to prevent my boredom”

Panicked - I didn't want to see any more of those pictures, I spoke out, in the spur of the moment:

"What about a lap dance?"

 

[DerrickStud]

I smiled upon hearing her offer. I took my legs off the table, placing them wide enough to a part to give her room to perform nice and close.

“What naughty idea, I love to see a lap dance from you.” To ensure she did her best, I turned the room's private stereo on. I pretended at being unable to find a song for her to dance, but I was actually making sure the security cameras were on. I could only blackmail her with the pictures for so long. Finally with the cameras on, I stopped changeing the music

"I hope the song is to your liking"

 

[Woe_Foe]

“What naughty idea, I love to see a lap dance from you.”


"Oh god, what have I done...?" I think to myself as he goes on to pick a song from the stereo. I quickly glanced around the room, hoping to see if I could spot any cameras around, but came out short. Either this room was clean or they were incredibly well hidden. But I thought that I was good judge of character, and I never believed that Mark would have been elaborate enough to have any crazy schemed video recorders here.

Then again, he was blackmailing me...

"I hope the song is to your liking" he said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh...sure." I said, not really paying attention as he sat down and awaited me.

And so, I moved my back to him and began to move my hips to his direction - almost to the point where I was sitting on the lap. I moved my body to the beat of the music, even if it wasn't exactly my genre, hoping that the short skirt wasn't cut off enough for him to see the pink silk panties that I had underneath.

 

[DerrickStud]

I watched as shacked her ass just inches away from my tenting monster. Her leather corset had trouble holding back the massive amount of flesh it was forced to contain. The undersized mini skirt she was forced to wear barely hide her wonderful ass and pussy to my eyes. However when ever she bent over enough or skirt rode up on her, I could see her pink panties she had kept on. It was sad that her little show had to be put on hold as something as small as uniform violation.

“Dress code violation. You outfit sure as hell didn't come with these panties” I barked at her, as I bent her over, pulling her panties down around her knees.

“If you want those pictures to disappear, then your going to have to do as I say” I starting spanking her, seeing if I can get her tits to pop out of her corset.

 

[Woe_Foe]

I thought that I was doing a pretty good job. That is, until I heard Mark almost yell out:“Dress code violation. You outfit sure as hell didn't come with these panties” I barked at her, as I bent her over, pulling her panties down around her knees.

"W-Wait, what?" I ask but was interrupted, as he bent me over and pulled down my panties to my knees. "W-W-What are you doing Mark?!" I ask urgently, as he most definitely could see my trimmed pussy right before his eyes. He takes his time, going further with;

“If you want those pictures to disappear, then your going to have to do as I say”

*Spank*
*Spank*

"Oh god! Okay Mark! What do you want?!" I reply, as I felt his hand slap my backside a few times. I close my eyes, feeling all flustered and...

And...

Was I enjoying this?

 

[DerrickStud]

*Spank* I slammed my hand hard into soft ass for tenth and final time. A large red hand print was left on her cheek. Pleased with my work, I tossed her onto the couch.

“What I want, is for you to do as I say. If I say go put something on that means to take off what your wearing and wear only what I told you to put on. Even if that means taking some clothing off. Understand? “ I said to her, as I unzipped my pants. The lap dance and spanking made it impossible for me to keep it in anymore.

“Now get back to dancing.” I Pulled her by the choker, making us switch positions.