Possession
Chapter 3 – A Trip To The City
By
SubCathy@aol.com
&
teri_q@hotmail.com
The next morning, Cathy fawned over her husband and daughter as if her
attentions would keep them from leaving her. She was afraid to be alone,
because her tormentors somehow seemed to know what her schedule was and when
her family was there and when they were not. Unfortunately, her husband
eventually had to leave for work and her daughter had to leave for school.
She sat alone on the couch, staring into space and trying to think of how she
might get out of her predicament. Suddenly, the phone rang and she almost
jumped out of her skin. Reluctantly, she got up and went to the kitchen.
"Hello?" She said, finally getting up enough nerve to pick it up on the tenth
ring.
"Good morning, Cathy." said the female voice "are you ready for more fun?"
Cathy wanted to scream at the woman, but she bit her tongue and remained
silent instead.
"I gather your silence means that you are, so go check your email right now
and follow the instructions we sent you." Then, suddenly the line went dead.
Tears of frustration and anger trickled down her cheek as she entered the
family den and turned on the computer. The glow of the computer screen
emphasized the furrowed lines of her worried brow as the familiar "You've got
mail." crackled from the speakers.
She opened the message and began to read the following...
"Before you read any farther...open the attachment and look at it, then come
back and read the rest of this message."
Nervously, she clicked on the attachment and watched as a picture began to
fill the screen of her computer. Through her tear blurred eyes she
immediately recognized that it was a photograph of herself, and it was taken
the other day when she stood on the corner with her blouse unbuttoned and
flapping in the breeze while she was on the phone with one of her
blackmailers.
Until now, she wasn't sure whether they were watching or not and she was
thinking that maybe she could just fool them into believing she was really
playing along with their sick demands, but now she knew she would have to
follow their instructions until she could find a way out of this mess.
Angrily, she closed the picture and returned to reading the rest of the
message...
"Nice picture, Cathy...you look so slutty showing your bra of in public and
we really enjoyed the show. As a matter of a fact, we enjoyed the show so
much we figured it was a real shame to keep it all to ourselves, so we
decided to share and you're going to do a repeat performance. Well, not
exactly a repeat performance…after all, we wouldn't want you to get bored
doing the same thing over and again, so today you are going to go downtown
Chicago on a little shopping spree.
One of the main things you are to buy is a blank book that you will use to
keep a diary, and from now on you will start keeping a record of everything
we have you do...what you did...what you wore...who saw you, and more
importantly how it made you feel. But, first you need to get dressed for
your little shopping trip.
Today, you will wear your pink spandex aerobic outfit with the white leggings
that's in the bottom of your dresser drawer. Yes, Cathy...we know a lot about
you. If you remember your little party with the 8 men, you were having such a
good time that afternoon that you didn't notice when a few of them took the
opportunity to do some snooping around your house.
Now, we know how much you like running around dressed like a slut, but we
have to think of any young kids you might come across, so we want you to also
like you to wear the short, wrap around white skirt that's in the dresser
with your aerobic outfit. As far as shoes go, your white high heels with the
3 inch heels will do nicely. But, that's it...no bra…no panties, and not
even a coat.
Once you are dressed, you are to drive to Chicago and park at the Natural
History Museum, where you will look for a public telephone and call us at the
same toll-free number we gave you last time."
Cathy slumped in her chair and cried. Her mind was a twisted mess of
incoherent thoughts. The one thought that was clear and which kept coming
back was who and why?
Like a zombie she turned off the computer and went to her room and stripped.
She opened her dresser and dug out the aerobic outfit with the matching skirt
and dressed as she had been directed. Only when she was finished did she dare
look into the full length mirror and she was appalled at the slut that
returned her gaze. Her eyes dropped to her breasts. Not only were their size
and shape clearly visible, but it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra and
her nipples could be made out through the thin material. When she was
outside and that cool air hit her the look would be positively obscene. The
tiny skirt barely covered her butt. She looked like a common streetwalker
peddling her wares. She sat on the bed and cried again.
Finally, she composing herself, she cleaned up her face and made her way to
the car. She didn't think during the drive. She just drove. Numb. Before
she knew it, she was at the museum. She parked and got out. She looked
around and found a pay phone near the entrance. As she passed an elderly
couple, the man stared at her breasts until his wife gave him a jerk on the
arm and she gave Cathy a glare as they passed. She couldn't make out what
the woman said to her husband, but she was sure it had something to do with
her and the way that she was dressed.
Cathy picked up the phone and dialed the number.
"Hi Cathy. You made pretty good time. Now turn around and face the parking
lot as we talk. Remember those twin assets of yours are public property now.
Now, you are to walk up 12th to S.Plymouth and then turn right and walk to
Dearborn. On the corner, you will find a pay phone. The walk from the
Museum takes about 25 minutes or so, but you have only 20 minuets…so, you'd
better hurry!" Then, the line went dead and she immediately at her watch and
saw that it was 10:14.
She started walking, looking around at the buildings. Were they watching?
Were they taking more pictures? So many questions. What was their goal for
her? Her thoughts were distracted by a teenage boy whistling at her as she
walked past him, and then she began to realize her current plight.
The air was chilly. Her nipples had hardened and were poking out the thin
leotard material. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was already 10:19
and she was just crossing under the tracks, so she began walking faster.
Unfortunately, picking up the pace made her breasts bounce more and the
rubbing of the material on her nipples made them harder. She passed a woman,
who gave her a cold disapproving stare. She moved up 12th past a group of men
standing out side a café and she felt all of their eyes locked on her
bouncing chest as she hurried past them with a blush.
Checking her watch again she saw that it was 10:23. She turned onto
Plymouth, where a group of black youths with a basketball called out to her.
"Whoa! Nice goods baby. You wanna stop and have a little fun?" She ignored
them. "Hey! Slut! Come on back here. I got something nice for you." She
kept walking. 10:27. Her cheeks were burning from the shame and the cold
air. She was almost there. 10:33. She rounded the corner. She saw the phone
and almost ran to it. She picked it up and dialed the number again.
"Cathy, if you wanted to stop and play with those boys we would have allowed
you more time." the female voice giggled. "Now go in the store you are next
to and buy your book and then come out to the phone. We will call you back in
10 minutes." Then, the phone went dead.
She went in and bought the book. The clerk was a young man, who was especially
slow in ringing up her purchase. He seemed much more interested in her chest
than his job. She left the store with cheeks burning red in embarrassment.
The phone was already ringing when she came back out, so she ran to the phone
and picked it up.
"Got the book?" The same woman asked her as soon as she picked up the phone.
"Yes." She responded.
"OK, now turn and look across the street. Do you see the 'Love Boutique?'
"Yes." She said, looking across the street.
"Good. They have all sorts of fun things in there. We want you to go into
that store and spend some time browsing. Look over the lingerie and check out
the toys too if you like, but buy a nice half cup bra and a pair of g-string
panties…the tiniest possible, a garter belt and stockings. Then, come back to
the phone call us again when you are finished. Happy shopping." Then, the
phone went dead.
Cathy hung up the phone and made her way across the street and entered the
store. Thankfully, it was mostly empty. She looked around the store. There
was a lone clerk at the counter near her, reading a magazine. She glanced and
saw that it was a sex magazine. She forced her eyes to the rest of the store.
There were signs hanging from the ceiling identifying the various departments.
She saw signs that said "Videos", "Toys", "Magazines", "Fetish", and finally
"Clothing".
She walked back through the "Toys" department towards the clothing and her
eyes bugged and her cheeks burned when she saw the large collection of
dildoes as she was walking by. Some of them were huge! She passed into the
Fetish section and glanced about at the strange wares. Half of the things
she couldn't even identify. She did recognize the handcuffs, gags and
blindfolds and she shivered.
Finally, she reached the clothing section and she started looking through the
items there. It took her some time to find a half bra her size. She blushed
at how explicit the pictures on the packages were. In many of the pictures,
the women's nipples were completely exposed.
She moved to the panties and found a pair quickly, no more than a small patch
of material attached to a thong and a waist string. She shuddered at the
thought of wearing them. Then over to the garter belts and stockings, which
she found quickly.
When she approached the clerk, he laid down his magazine, leaving it open to
an obscene picture of a girl performing oral sex on a large black man. Cathy
turned her eyes away. The clerk picked up each item in turn, punching the
numbers into the register. After Cathy had paid he put all the items in the
bag except for the panties. These he held appearing to picture them on
Cathy. Cathy flushed, grabbed the panties and the bag and stormed out of the
store to the sound of the clerks laughter. Only when she reached the street
did she realize she still had the panties in her hand. She quickly stuffed
them into the bag and rushed across the street and dialed the number again.
"Cathy, do you see the bar next to the Love Boutique?" The woman asked,
answering the phone.
"Yes." She responded.
"As a reward for obeying today, you will now go over to that bar and have a
drink. One drink over an hour or so should still allow you to drive home
safely. I know that bar and many of the people who frequent it. They are
very nice people, so I don't want to get any reports back that you were rude
or unfriendly to anyone there, understand?"
"Yes, I understand." She responded, after which the phone went dead.
Even with people still leering at her breasts, Cathy felt a little better as
she crossed the street and approached the bar. At least she could sit down
for awhile, because her feet were killing her from all the walking she was
doing in her high heels. Hopefully, the bar would be dark and she could
relax a bit since no one could see clearly. Plus…a drink sounded wonderful
right now.
She entered the bar and looked around. It was very dark, but it seemed nice.
Cozy and warm. It was clean and the furniture looked comfortable. She sat in a
booth that was partially obscured from the rest of the bar by a column with
hanging plants. Cathy relaxed for the first time since she had gotten out of
the van back at the museum.
Suddenly, a waitress came over and set a drink down in front of her.
"But I haven't ordered yet." Cathy replied.
The waitress just pointed at a woman sitting at the bar. Cathy looked at the
woman trying to see if she recognized her, but she couldn't see well enough
through the darkness to tell, so she smiled and lifted the drink in a silent
toast to the woman.
She sat and sipped the drink, enjoying the feeling of warmth that came over
her, and started suddenly as the woman who had bought her the drink slid into
the bench seat next to her.
"Ohhhh. You startled me. Thank you for the drink." Cathy said.
"I always try to buy newcomers to the bar their first drink." Replied the
woman with a smile. "My name is June."
"My name is Cathy," she responded, shaking the woman's hand.
They talked, chatting about nothing in particular. Cathy noticed that the
woman touched her a lot, on the hand or arm, but just thought to herself
"What a friendly touchy person."
As they talked more, the touches became strokes on the arms and an occasional
dropping of the hand to her thigh, but between the drink and Cathy's now more
relaxed state and the warning not to be rude to anyone in the bar. Cathy
accepted the touching, although it was beginning to get a little familiar.
Cathy realized her mind had wandered and she had just caught the word
"advertising." "I'm sorry, my mind wandered, what were you saying?" She
asked.
"Nothing…it looks like you've been out doing a little advertising." The woman
answered.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand." Cathy said, a little shaken.
Suddenly, the woman slid over closer to her, and with her left hand brushed
lightly across the material covering Cathy's thigh. Cathy jumped slightly
and the woman slid even closer until their thighs were making contact.
"Please..." Cathy started.
The woman looked at her and smiled. "Playing hard to get are we? And, after
you walked in here advertising like that?"
"I'm not advertising anything! I'm just on my way home from a workout!" Cathy
exclaimed, sounding indignant.
"Bullshit!" said June. "No one walks into a lesbian bar dressed like that
without expecting some action. And I'm going to be the woman to give you that
action. Now, cut out the innocent act."
Cathy's anger flared. A lesbian bar! Damn it! She should have known her
blackmailers were probably up to something when they were being nice to her.
How dare they put her into this type of situation. She drew herself up and
slid over, almost pushing June out of the booth as she got to her feet, gave
June an icy look and then rushed out the door. As she entered the daylight
again, her sudden burst of bravado evaporated.
She began to tremble. Had someone been watching her? Would she now be
punished for being rude? Or, would they send out the tapes? Her knees felt
weak as she began walking back towards her van and she tried to ignore the
looks and comments along the way.
The next two days were a silent hell. There were no phone calls. No Email
messages. Though relieved that there was no direct torment, her mind was
working overtime picturing her husband sitting down to watch the mysterious
tape that had arrived. But he was acting like nothing was wrong. Had they
sent them out? Had he seen them? Her daughter was acting normal too. Had it
all been a bluff?
Then, on the third day a package arrived. Inside was a digital camera and a
note. "Against our better judgment, you are being given another chance. I
have gotten reports that you were rude to a lady in the bar. I don't like
that. But, one day you may be kneeling and begging her forgiveness. We'll
see. In the meantime, study the manual for this camera. Learn how to use
every feature. You will be spending a lot of time with it. Instructions
will follow."
TO BE CONTINUED...
