This is a fictional story, drawing inspiration from two sources:
- A fan (Evelyn’s namesake) who shared some of her darker, more risque kinks & fantasies.
- A story I enjoyed on Literotica, which fostered the idea to attempt a blackmail-themed story of my own.
Evelyn had fantasies of cheating on her partner, of limited exhibitionism, and of increasingly-brazen public acts. But she knew that, in truth? She only rarely had the stomach to act on those desires.
At least, unless someone forced her to...
Like a hacker-turned-voyeur, blackmailing her from afar into doing things she hated-yet-loved.
Story is told from the perspective of the hacker/voyeur.
Any given day, at any given moment – Evelyn was a captivating, curvaceous beauty.
How much of her beauty, her seductiveness, and her indulgently flirtatious sexuality was revealed? Well, that was a different matter entirely – variable based on a myriad of factors.
Factors that felt very observable after over half a month of watching her.
Eve’s half-Latina, and stands at 5’4″. Her wavy, deeply-dark brunette hair reaches all the way to the small of her back, and was only sparingly interspersed with lighter highlights. Her eyes, a dark moss-agate hazel, could be piercing in one moment and disarming in the next. Her lips were full, and barely tinted into a soothing shade of either copper-rose or old-rose. She had a very captivating, even intoxicating, smile. Her face as a whole was quite expressive, but it was her lips & eyes that were perhaps the most revealing.
She’s remarkably fit, too – though, often, she managed to find some imagined flaw of her appearance to critique. The plentiful curves of her DD-breasts flattered her every bra & top, and her ass rarely failed to tempt a wanting gaze from many an admirer… But to her overly self-critical gaze? Her tits were impressive, but her ass felt lackluster – little & too flat (in her assessment alone – a complaint few others would repeat).
Eve was twenty-six years old, but could still easily pass for twenty – and with minimal effort, at that. With the shape she was in, and the care she took of her breathtaking body? It hardly felt surprising.
She had a handful of tattoos, most of which felt reflective of a naturalist-meets-spiritualist mindset:
- A bumblebee barely above each knee, low on the outer-side of her thighs.
- An elephant (perhaps Ganesha?) in an artistic, slightly surreal form on her right foot/ankle.
- A jellyfish with lengthy tentacles – beginning near her right shoulder, but with wafting tentacles floating eerily down her upper arm.
She could be flirtatious, but was always engaging – and she carried a passion for life that few could match. She had a remarkable intellect, and a teasingly playful sense of humor. But her personality remained shielded and somewhat reserved in most presences. She was an interesting young woman, and truly gorgeous.
But, somehow? She was at least twice as gorgeous after exiting the shower.
Her partner had left early in the morning for work, and she had the house to herself – allowing for the simple indulgence of an uninterrupted shower.
And as she left it? Freshly washed, fully relaxed… Her body still glistening as she dried herself off?
It was an exquisitely indulgent view, even if it wasn’t intended to be for anyone in particular.
Eve’s already-dark brunette hair was tinted into even darker shades, still wet and partially clinging to her body as she entered her bedroom. She toweled herself off as she approached her dresser, quickly endeavoring to dry, tame, and style her hair. From there she proceeded to moisturize – beginning by using a modicum of facial cream and spreading it carefully over face. Next, she took a fair amount of lotion: spreading it along her calves, working her way up her thighs, continuing over her arms, rounding her shoulders, and finally applying it to her chest.
It felt as though her hands were lingering just a few seconds longer than they had elsewhere as she rubbed and caressed the fullness of her breasts.
It was a simple, daily task of self-care for her, but for me? It was an enticing & alluring opportunity to watch her in such an exposed moment – especially given how undeniably magnificent her tits were. Words like ‘pillowy’ came to mind based on their size & softness, yet they remained perky & bouncy, too. Let alone her adorably small, pink areolas, or her clearly barely erect nipples.
Eve’s hands continued to linger on her breasts, only for her to eventually glance longingly towards her bed. Seconds later she was crawling atop her blankets, throwing her towel over her pillow, and laying down comfortably.
Except… One hand was immediately venturing past her thick bush, and between her legs.
She was immediately rubbing herself, if with an apparent degree of initial restraint. Her forefinger and ring finger were rubbing her outer lips, but her middle finger? It was alternating between teasing, oval patterns near her clit and more direct, brief explorations of her inner lips. Her energy and focus rapidly evolved, with initially slow movements accelerating at an eager, almost hungering pace.
It felt like it took very little for Eve to find her own natural rhythm.
Her other hand returned to her boobs, alternating attentions between them as she continued a more focused effort of teasing her clit.
She was nearly silent, as she was most times when she indulged in masturbatory efforts… Well, apart from a couple of rare, throaty moans which hung in the air as she found a comfortable pace to her pleasured explorations.
I had to appreciate the high-definition quality of her Smart-TV’s camera, and the excellent upload speed of her connection. It made watching (and recording) her far easier than it might otherwise have been. Installing the malware, infecting the many devices across her network, and – in turn – having watched her & her partner over the last several weeks? Well… There were over twenty days of video recorded, with countless image stills documenting her in many varied states of exposure:
- dressing,
- undressing,
- showering,
- exploring her own body at great length (as she was still eagerly doing now),
- plus several nights of pleasure with her partner – during which she’d been thoroughly fucked in a variety of positions.
I’d chosen a few highlights from the last several days to post in a slideshow format on her bedroom’s Smart-TV – my hope being to convey the extremes of exposure she’d been unaware of and the position she now found herself in.
As Evelyn increasingly lost herself to efforts of self-pleasure, the slideshow began playing:
- A captured image from her Smart-TV’s cam: Eve pulling on a pair of black, lace boyshorts a few days prior. I couldn’t quite articulate why, but to me? It showed her adorable ass in all its lust-inspiring glory. Her cheeks begged fondling, squeezing, spanking, & claiming.
- A still image caught from her malware-infected cell phone: Eve immediately after a lengthy shower – her dark, wet hair cascading over her huge tits. She’d been listening to something playing on her cell, a fittingly mischievous smile gracing her lips. A moment of relaxation, turned into an intrusive glimpse of her perfect body unknowingly exposed.
- Another image captured from her mobile: Eve in a tiny, pastel blue floral pair of lace-trimmed panties, the camera carefully angled upward to capture her inner thighs, panty-clad pussy, and tits in a seductive selfie for her boyfriend.
- Another image from her bedroom’s Smart-TV, captured the prior morning: Eve’s body contorted in orgasmic bliss, clearly holding a modest vibrator against herself. The image didn’t show what she was viewing on her phone, but I knew from actively monitoring her net-traffic. She’d been reading an erotic short story about a non-consensual encounter, which she’d begun reading as soon as her boyfriend left for the day.
- Lastly? An image from the living room’s security cam: Eve bent over her coffee table a weeks ago, being fucked from behind while glancing back – facing her partner and the camera (her hair frozen, mid-air and in-movement in the still).
Each image would linger on the screen for three seconds before cycling to the next, and it didn’t take long for Eve to realize her TV’s screensaver had taken on a very voyeuristic & intrusive angle. She immediately abandoned rubbing herself and began searching for her cell phone – presumably about to call for help & advice in a state of confusion and panic.
I was ready for that…
Immediately, her Smart-TV became a virtual desktop for my use, showing her what was at stake. TOR launched, multiple tabs rapidly populating…
Messenger via Facebook appeared first: quickly signing in to her account, loading a wide range of recipients [coworkers, friends, family, etc.], and attaching the five prior images. A single sentence populated with the message:
"I'm sure someone out there could use some fresh jerk off material ;););)"
Gmail came up in the next tab, followed by rapidly signing in to her main account. New messages opened, contacts hastily loaded in place, and images (along with short, downgraded videos) quickly attached. The subject field spoke volumes:
"Think I need a secret account on PornHub...?"
She’d absolutely frozen by the point the Gmail messages finished populating, uncertain and afraid. That’s when I spoke – voice only barely distorted – over her TV’s speakers.
“So, this can go one of two ways. The one where you accept a role of forced submission, like in so many of the stories you enjoy… Where you acquiesce to my every demand for the moment. Or the one where your coworkers, mentors, friends, and family get to see you from every possible angle. A couple days of digital submission, or several of years of embarrassment & shame. Your choice.”
I took that moment to load video of her, actively playing it on her own TV: Eve from only a few minutes ago. Rubbing herself without restraint, all in high-definition. I even raised the volume enough to ensure she heard the playback of her own rare moans.
Color was flooding her cheeks as she watched replay of herself expertly teasing her pussy, without a care in the world. Seconds later she was staring directly at the camera’s apparent position in the beveled base of the Smart-TV: obviously where she’d been filmed from.
“That’s right, Eve-y. I’ve been watching you for weeks. Endless images and video of you.”
I could see her eyes glancing to the cable modem and wireless router I knew were positioned beneath her TV. Or, perhaps, just the power strip itself.
“That would be an option… But even if you cut the connection? I’ve already got your logins and plenty of backups of you in so many states of exposure. You getting undressed. You bathing, or showering… You fingering and vibing yourself more nights than not. And, of course, you getting thoroughly used and fucked like a good little whore should be. Cut the connection and I’ll simply take it as validation you want those images and videos shared with the world – a desire I’ll readily accommodate. Alternatively, you could just follow my instructions. Forty-eight hours of forced submission in exchange for these files never seeing daylight. Not a bad trade, I’d say. Nod if you agree, sweetheart. This opportunity is short-lived.”
Her eyes fell to the ground, shoulders slumping in an involuntary sign of resignation as she slowly nodded.
“…what do I do?”
“‘What do I do…sir.'”
Her eyes stared at the camera in response to that guidance – briefly fierce and angry, yet obviously recognizing how few options she had in the moment.
“What do I do…sir?”
There was a slight distaste, nearing on revulsion, in her tone as she spoke that last word. But that attitude and response was part of what made it delightful to hear the word leave her lips.
“First? Get comfortable in bed again, and spread your legs nice and wide for me. You’re going to give me a show of you finishing yourself off like the secretive little slut we both know you are at heart. And remember… I want you at your best! There’s a great deal on the line here. Think of yourself as my private little porn star. A cam-girl for one, ya know?”
Eve obeyed, and while her engagement was clearly begrudging? Her actions betrayed an instinctive understanding of what was demanded of her. As she spread her thighs more widely, she also angled her body towards the camera – providing a better, less-obstructed view. She even brushed her hair off her chest, ensuring the tantalizing curves of her tits were on full display for her unseen audience.
Her eyes remained locked on the camera as she resumed rubbing herself, facing her unseen watcher(s) as best she could while her fingers began retracing her outer lips with light, repetitive caresses. There was a clear resistance in her, but she was giving in seemingly entirely…
At least for the moment.
“You do have a gorgeous body, Eve. It’s been a pleasure watching you finger and vibe yourself so many nights… Let alone watching you fuck. What a slutty little beauty, eh?”
Her body stiffened briefly in response to those words, but as she resumed caressing her outer lips? Her pace began to quicken. It was a slight thing, very slight. But… There was a part of her that, despite being disgusted and offended? Couldn’t help but adore being the focus of such desire & want. Her enjoyment of being watched seemed to be competing with her revulsion at who was watching her.
“But who wouldn’t enjoy watching a slutty beauty like yourself rubbing her hairy pussy? You really do have a body for porn… Now go ahead and spread your lips for me, Eve-y. Like you’re showing that little cunt off for the camera, sweetheart.”
Again, there was a fleeting moment where she froze in response to my words. But it was followed, nearly instantaneously, by a return to action as she used her forefinger & ring finger to spread her lips at my instruction. Her middle finger even resumed its prior work of barely exploring her inner lips and teasingly, tenderly encircling her clit.
All done while staring right into the camera.
“Tell me what you’re doing, Eve.”
She didn’t freeze, not this time. She understood there would be more engagement expected from her – that it wouldn’t be enough to simply follow instructions. She closed her eyes as she responded, but didn’t dare stop playing with her pussy as she spoke.
“I’m rubbing myself… Getting myself off for you, sir.”
I could see the slightly slick wetness along her lips as she continued teasing herself at my encouragement. The words, particularly the reminders of her circumstances… She hated and loved them all at once. They angered her and aroused her, tormenting her and teasing her.
Monitoring her net-traffic had readily revealed so much about what made her tick sexually. Truly, her kinks had slightly betrayed her… There was an adoration of exhibitionism & public sex paired with an intense fear of exposure. A love of cheating & forced submission combined with intense guilt every time she’d actually acted it out. And, of course, a deep passion for facials, creampies, older men, degrading-validation, & dirty talk.
It was like having the map to her sexuality.
“Be more vulgar, pet.”
Her eyes were still closed, but her back was also slightly arched now – her legs still spread and her pussy facing the camera. Her middle finger and ring finger were now delving into her pussy. Her thumb was barely teasing & encircling her clit.
Her voice shook slightly as she replied, something that seemed to take her by surprise:
“I’m… I’m finger-fucking myself for you, sir.”
The stressing of the last word felt as though it turned her stomach, but all the same: her body quaked as she spoke it.
“Then let’s go a step further… Get the white vibrator from your nightstand, Evelyn. Hold it up for the camera, lick it, and then guide it inside yourself for me.”
There was no discernible delay or hesitation – Eve was, instants later, digging out the vibrator and holding it up towards the camera. It was of moderate length (perhaps five inches?) and a decent thickness, and while Eve made a brief show of licking the tip of the toy? She didn’t delay long before sliding it along the lips of her wet, wanting pussy.
Except… She wasn’t working towards thrusting it inside herself. Instead? She worked towards inserting it only a couple inches, using the tips of her forefinger and middle finger to guide it barely deeper. The pressure of her cunt gripping it guided it slightly back out, and her fingers would barely push it back in. As she continued this delicate endeavor? Her thumb remained attentive to the growing needs of her clit, rubbing it directly in loving, concentric circles.
This was another habit of her masturbatory style: favoring only a limited penetration with far more dedicated attentions to her clit. But…the more she was being guided and prodded towards her normal habits? The closer she found herself approaching an unexpected-yet-building sense of pleasured release. The familiarity of the patterns in her own touch paired with the near-manifestation of her darker fantasies was becoming too much for her.
Something in her mannerisms and movements changed as she approached orgasm: her actions & energy spoke to a more desperate, dire need nearing sating.
It was at this point that I began playing video of Eve from one week prior on her TV: her bent over her living room’s coffee table, ass in the air – getting thoroughly fucked from behind. The audio had been adjusted, ever-so-slightly, to stress the sounds she’d been making in that moment: wanting, hungry, nearly-sated & very pleasured… Some carnal blending of moans and grunts, her hair flying wild.
Eve moaned in real time, softly but audibly, as she neared the edge of orgasm while watching herself being used so recently.
“Were you watching me that night, sir? Were you stroking yourself while my boyfriend fucked me?”
Her questions spoke to two needs: the need to reassert some degree of control by validating her tormentor’s fantasies, and the need to validate her own desirability.
Still, I couldn’t begrudge her the questions. If it enthralled her more to hear confirmations of the lust she inspired in her moments of exposure? It felt a small concession to make. An honest one, too.
“I did… It was quite the view. You’re usually more conservative and reserved with your sounds… Hearing someone make you moan like that in the moment was really something.”
The pace of her thumb’s teasing of her clit was masterful, and the slight movement of her hips? The convulsions of her body? The ragged, struggling breaths she drew, followed – finally – by a fulfilled sigh? It revealed her moment of orgasm in the seconds following my answer.
She barely made the effort to remove the toy, instead laying back on her bed in momentary, contemplative silence – basking in an afterglow to her orgasm. Her hair had settled into something of a halo around her as she briefly rested. When she spoke a few moments later, her brief infatuation with being an object of voyeuristic attention had clearly passed.
“You said… Less than forty-eight hours. What exactly is this going to entail?”
Her post-orgasmic high faded quickly. But this, too, was a line of questioning I was prepared for.
“Two days & nights of submission. Just two. It will obligate you exposing yourself on demand and submitting to sexually explicit instructions without question. Don’t worry, though… Knowing a bit about your desires? I think you’ll hate being forced, but love being wanted & used. But that’s just a suspicion of mine.”
Her eyes were back to reflecting revulsion & annoyance as she glared at the camera, but she nodded – agreeing to the terms.
But at that precise moment… Her doorbell rang.
I’d expected the package to arrive a bit later in the day, but this provided an excellent opportunity to push her just a single step further before allowing the discussion to end.
“I bet that’s the package I had sent for you… Go answer the door, Eve-y.”
She was seething, but she nodded again in reply. Though… She made the mistake of heading to her dresser, first – clearly seeking some quick clothing to pull on.
“No, no, no. No top, no pants, no undies… Go answer the door as you are: exposed, your inner thighs still slick with your wetness. Smile for the delivery man. Even better: ask him to wait while you to open the package. I wonder what his thoughts will be, or if he’ll just be focused on the gorgeous Latina beauty answering the door completely naked?”
She shook her head, firmly. Her hazel eyes tinged into darker tones – overcast, and clearly rebellious.
“Making me strip, or talk dirty, or play with myself? Fine. But not me showing off my tits & pussy for some stranger.”
“Think of it this way: you’re giving one stranger a handful of minutes to stare at your body in exchange for guaranteeing thousands upon thousands of strangers don’t get to do the same.”
She shook her head again in annoyance, but begrudgingly went along with it – marching downstairs wearing nothing. As she did? I spoke over her doorbell-cam’s speaker to stop the UPS driver from making it any further off her porch:
“One sec, please! My, erm, girlfriend is coming down to check it.”
The driver, a forty-something year-old guy, was clearly annoyed as he turned around and marched back up the steps of Eve’s porch. Luckily, I had two cameras watching him: one from the corner of the porch, and one from the doorbell cam itself. As Eve opened the door, tits & pussy exposed? His demeanor changed in an instant. He was all smiles as he picked up the package, handing it to Eve (while staring at her body as though he’d been instructed to memorize its every inch).
“I’m… Sorry, I’m supposed to open the box?”
Eve’s cheeks flushed bright red in reaction to her unintended innuendo.
“I mean… Package.”
Her hands awkwardly worked to pry the tape off the center of the box – her breasts jiggling slightly with each & every effort as she did. Eventually she managed to snag a piece and pry it open. The driver had something of a disbelieving, overly-pleased grin glued to his face – unabashedly staring at Eve’s exposed body with want. Eve then lifted several items from the box in embarrassed realization: a 4k webcam, a small pink vibrator, a matching butt-plug, a white lace thong, and the plaid & white coloring that was unmistakably a schoolgirl costume.
“Well… Thanks.”
The driver’s face briefly fell, clearly searching for something to say to delay Evelyn’s departure (his eyes were firmly focused on her ass’s wiggle as she turned to walk away).
“I – er, I hope you really enjoy them!”
She didn’t even turn around, responding with a sigh before beginning to close her front door:
“I don’t think I have a choice.”
I interjected over the doorbell-cam’s speaker again:
“You should thank him properly. With a blowjob.”
Eve froze – the door was only halfway shut as she stood in silence for several awkward seconds before the UPS driver spoke up:
“That sure would make me feel appreciated.”
I didn’t have to see her eyes to know the frustration and annoyance I’d find there, but true to form Evelyn swallowed her pride and focused on the bigger picture:
“Of course!”
Her voice reflected a feigned, impossibly cheerful nicety – but she proceeded to open the door and immediately fall to her knees (tits bouncing beautifully as she did). Eve worked quickly to unbuckle and drop the driver’s signature brown shorts. Seconds more and Eve had this stranger’s throbbing cock in her mouth. More than that, though, she was sucking his dick like she was on a crucial timetable and needed him to cum in seconds: overplaying her own eagerness, looking up to the driver with doe-like eyes, and all the while taking a seven-inch cock to it’s base like it was nothing.
The driver had the foresight to grab a fistful of Evelyn’s gorgeous, dark hair before murmuring a warning to her after only a handful of minutes:
“Sweetheart…I’m about to cum in that mouth.”
Eve seemed to be trying to take control back, but the driver was holding her head down – forcing her to nearly inhale his cock as he muttered random words with his approaching orgasm.
This seemed an opportune time to remind the man of his options:
“Going to make her swallow, or give her a thorough facial?”
He actually bit his lip, seemingly lost to uncertainty for a moment, before breathing in deeply and pulling Evelyn back by her hair. Eve gasped and immediately drew in a desperately needed breath, but the driver kept his cock only an inch from her face as it began jerking & spasming in orgasm. Several thick streams of silvery-white jizz landed on Evelyn’s face – a few droplets falling to her perfect tits.
Immediately the driver seemed to come to his senses – glancing around nervously, pulling up & zipping his shorts, and quickly rushing back to his van to drive away.
Evelyn’s voice was strained as she asked:
“Did you plan this?”
“Not exactly, but it dawned on me that this was a good opportunity. Something of a prep-course for tonight.”
“…and what’s tonight?”
“You’ll see, Eve-y… For now? Go shower and get dressed in the outfit I sent you, including those panties. And don’t bother with a bra – I want those flawless tits free.”
“Okay…”
“Okay what?”
“…sir.”