Possession By SubCathy@aol.com & Anchor987@hotmail.com Please send your comments or suggestions to SubCathy@aol.com READ FIRST: The attached document is sexual in nature and is meant only for mature adult audiences and it should not be read by anyone who is not of legal age in their area or anyone who might be offended by stories of blackmail and other non-consensual situations. LEGAL STUFF: The attached document is adult fiction and sexual in nature. The characters in the attached story are not based on any real people known by any of the authors of this story. In order to make it perfectly clear to some of your horny bastards…no matter how sure you are that you think you know one of the characters in the attached story, the authors wish to make it very clear right now… YOU ARE WRONG, so please don’t make a fool out of yourself! The attached story may be shared with others and freely posted in newsgroups and the Internet provided no money is charged to read this document and no part of this document, including the notices and attached fiction are not modified, and the original authors are given proper credit for their work.
Possession By SubCathy@aol.com & Anchor987@hotmail.com Chapter 1 - The plot (no sex in this chapter just plot setup for the story) The tall man acting as the chairman was trying helplessly to get some order around the table. Finally, he slammed his fist down on the hardwood table, which caused the group of people to suddenly quiet down. "Please," he said, "let's behave like human beings." Having recovered some control over the group he looked at the puzzled faces of the other people in the room. There were about a dozen people in the room, including himself with a few more men than women currently present, but then some of others were unable to make it to the meeting on such short notice. How many members were in their groups now? Even he didn't know the exact head count, because some of the members were busy recruiting new members to expand their new scam. He completed his circular sight to his right, motioning to another tall man to raise and address the others. "How is everything coming, Doc?" he asked the tall man. The second man raised from his seat and said, "As planned, dear friends...exactly as planned. According to the tests I performed last night, the drug is ready for us to put to use". There was a little giggle from a young woman sitting on the opposite side of the table. She was probably more aware of this little experiment than anybody else present. Without paying much attention to this interruption, Doc continued, "You all know about my past experiments and studies with pheromones…" Another interruption disrupted the assembly, emanating from a big guy in the back, wearing a Chicago Cubs baseball cap, "Please, Doc… would you spare us of this lecture and get on with the facts? We're not at the university here!" Doc frowned, shooting knives from his eyes to the disrupter. Meanwhile, an older woman sitting just across the girl who giggled previously, leaned over and whispered, "Is he real doctor? " "He's not a MD, silly", the other answered also whispering, "he has a Ph.D. in chemistry and he used to work for a famous beauty products manufacturing." "All right, everyone!" called the chairman, "let's hear the good things!" The doctor turned to him, stunned, but remained silent for a minute, before heading where everyone was hoping he would, "The results are quite clear, my friends! The drug is harmless and completely undetectable, but very effective! One shot is enough to render any woman very compliant and into a frenzy… a sexual frenzy, naturally! "Naturally!" echoed the chairman. "The best thing about the drug is she will have absolutely no recollection of what happened to her while she was under the influence of the drug when it wears off!" Finished, the tall man the group called Doc. "But how can we get a woman to take that shot in the first place?" asked a guy from the back, sitting near the man with the baseball cap. "Doctor, please tell us!" asked the chairman, motioning again to the other fellow. The chemist produced a small, plain white cardboard box, opened it and extracted a small spray bottle, bearing the name "Possession" written in script and in a deep, gold color lettering. "This is how, my friends", he said. "By all women's weak point...perfume! The drug is simply added to the perfume and even in it’s diluted state it still retains all the effects that we need." The bottle was slowly passed around the table to everybody and it was not too surprising that the women were the ones who showed most interest. Each of them took extra care looking at the bottle, caressing the brand name with their fingers. "Possession", said the last woman, before handling back the perfume bottle to the chemist. "What a great name and it seems so appropriate too!" She finished with a small giggle. Now, all the people were silent, understanding that what they were hoping for was finally reachable. Only now the only question that remained was who would be their first victim. "Have you found somebody, my precious one? " asked the chairman, looking towards the girl who had giggled a few moments ago. The girl didn't say a word...she pushed an envelope towards him. He grabbed it, ripped open the seal and unfolded the single sheet of paper from inside. He read briefly, then put the piece of paper on the table, smiling broadly and announced, "Well, my friends... it looks like we have found our victim. Her name is Cathy Harris! She's a devoted housewife and mother in her late 30's, and by the information which I have in front of me it looks like she is a perfect candidate for our little game. ***** A few days later, Cathy Harris's daughter Traci ran down the stairs heading for the front door to answer the ringing door bell, "I'll get it, Mom!" The young teenager opened the door, but there was nobody there by the time she opened it, despite the fact the bell had been rung twice. Stunned, she looked from right to left, then back left to right. Maybe it was some young kid playing a joke on them she thought. She was about to close the door when she spotted and package protruding from the mailbox, so she picked it up and brought it inside. Mrs. Harris was just arriving at the front from the kitchen as her daughter was closing the door, "Who was it, dear?" she asked. "I don't know, Mom! There wasn't anybody there when I opened the door, but I found this package with your name on it in the mailbox." "Strange ", said Cathy. "It's early for the mailman...he usually doesn't come around for a couple more hours! Besides, there is no stamp!" "I'm leaving for school now, Mom!" Traci told her mom, leaving her alone with the mysterious package. After Traci had left, Cathy returned to the kitchen with the strange package, where she opened it up and found a card along with a small, plain white box inside the package. Opening the card, she read the following... "Dear Mrs. Cathy Harris; I am proud to introduce a new line of cosmetics and perfume called `Possession' for the more sophisticated woman. I have included a free sample for you to try at your leisure. All that we ask is that you call us with your opinion. Sincerely, Mrs. Hunter Director of Special Promotions." Then, at the bottom of the card was a toll-free number for her to call. Cathy decided she wasn't going to waste her time and she was about to throw everything in the kitchen garbage can, but at the last minute she decided to at least try the free sample. She opened the small white box and took out the bottle, and then she sprayed a little on her wrist and sniffed her wrist. Suddenly, it was a revelation. She had never felt so good about herself and strange sensations were spreading through her body. She felt so good she felt compelled to call the company and she practically ran to the phone and dialed the number on the bottom of the card. ***** Meanwhile, all the way across town a young redhead in her early 20's answered the phone that she had been waiting for to ring. "Hello...Possession hot line! My name is Holly...how may I help you?" the young woman said as she answered the telephone. Hi, My name is Cathy Harris and I'm calling in regards to a free sample that I just received in the mail." Cathy began to explain. "Have you tried the sample that we sent you yet, Mrs. Harris"? The young woman asked, cutting her off. "Yes, I have...", Cathy started to answer, until she was once again cut off by the young woman. "Then, may I ask you some questions, Ma'am? The young woman asked, interrupting her. "Sure, if you would like to..." Cathy responded, feeling very compliant by now. Then, the young woman started asking Cathy a series of pre-determined questions which got more and more personal so that the woman could tell if the dug was working on their victim or not. Once she was satisfied that the drug was working, she told Cathy that she was to go and get all cleaned up, because she was going to have some male visitors in about an hour or so and that she was to do everything that she was asked when they arrived. After she got off the phone with Cathy, the young redhead made several calls to some of the other members of her group and about an hour later eight men showed up at Cathy's house, where they slipped in unnoticed. TO BE CONTINUED...
Possession Chapter 2 - The Phone Call By SubCathy@aol.com & Anchor987@hotmail.com The next week, on Monday morning, after her husband had left for work and her daughter Traci for school, Cathy Harris was flipping through the TV channels while tying to relax with a cup of coffee, but she was getting frustrated from the news coverage of the latest President misbehaviors on CNN instead, when the telephone rang. She left the couch and picked up the kitchen phone which was the closest for her and she answered, "Hello?" "Mrs. Cathy Harris?" responded an unfamiliar male voice. Just as she was going to answer, the front doorbell rang. "Excuse me", Cathy interrupted the caller. "I must go answer the door, please hang on and I will be right back!" Cathy put down the phone receiver and made her way across the living room to the hall. She opened the front door, but surprisingly nobody was there. She checked around and she found a package protruding from her mailbox, maybe it was a book delivered to the wrong address as it had often been the case since they changed mailman a few months ago. Mrs. Harris grabbed the package and she saw that her name was in fact on the adhesive label, so she brought it inside and took it back to the kitchen with her, where she deposited in on the counter as she picked up the phone. "Sorry about the delay", she said. "Who is this?" "Oh…" the unknown male caller began, "you don't know me, but I have something very important to tell you". Cathy didn't like the way the conversation was heading, so she cut him off, "Listen, Mister! If you don't tell me who you are and what you want, I'm going to hang up right now! " "That wouldn't be a very wise thing to do, Mrs. Harris!" "How come? If you don't stop this silly joke you're playing on me immediately, I'll have the police, Mister…? "You can all me Mr. Anonymous, Mrs Harris!" said the man, almost laughing at her. "And, if I was you...I wouldn't call the police either or you will wish you never had called them! " "W…wh…what do you mean?" "Well, let me just say this…if you do anything to try to find who we are, you could end up in a very messy situation." Cathy Harris thought that all of this was completely ridiculous. She must have been taken for somebody else or maybe it was just a joke being played on her. "Look! I don't care what you say, Mister! " snapped Cathy. "I've never done anything wrong and you can't have anything against me, so I'm just going to hang up and call the police. The telephone company should be able to track down where you're hiding, goodbye!" Before she could cut the conversation, the man advised her, "Before you do anything foolish, why don't you first take a look in the package! " Suddenly, Cathy's gesture was cut in mid air and she brought the receiver back to her ear. "Which package?" She asked, suddenly very puzzled how this caller knew she had just received a package. But, nobody was on the other end of the line anymore and she just heard the dial tone. Hanging up the telephone, Cathy turned around and saw the strange package sitting on the counter where she had put it and suddenly it seemed to be staring back at her almost as if it were an explosive. Curiously, she went and picked up the package and turned it around, but she could not find any return address. Not knowing what else to do, she carefully opened the package and then she became even more puzzled when she found that the package only contained an unmarked VHS Video Cassette. Not being able to come up with a better idea, she took the tape to the living room where she put the tape in the VCR. The screen turned solid blue, which she had seen on the beginning of a few home videos and then suddenly the blue screen disappeared and it was replaced by scene of her having sex with a group of strange men wearing ski masks right in her own living room. Cathy was so shocked and horrified by the scene on her TV that she felt very cold, almost numb and her only response was to quickly cover her mouth with her hands as she gasped and cried out in shock. ***** The tape didn't last long, only about 10 minutes or so, but Cathy continued to stare blankly in tears and on her knees at the blue screen when it reappeared. A minute or so later, she practically ripped the tape out of the VCR and frantically began to try and destroy the tape, and within a matter of minutes she had all the tape out of the cassette and tore up. Suddenly, the telephone rang again and Cathy nearly jumped out of her skin. She was afraid to answer it and she kept hoping it would stop ringing, which it did stop after it rang about 10 times or so and then there was an eerie silence. Unfortunately, it didn't last long as the telephone began to ring again a few minutes later. "What do you want?" Cathy cried as she answered the kitchen phone. First, she heard a loud laugh, then the more familiar male voice said, "I guess that means you have seen the tape, Mrs. Harris!" "What do you want?" Cathy repeated, wondering where that would lead. "First, shut the fuck up!" snapped the unknown male caller. Cathy decided to remain silent, but she also sensed that she might break into tears once more real soon. Not hearing anything, the man continued, "Now, Mrs. Harris…I'm sure you understand the implications if you don't cooperate. I want your complete attention now, Mrs. Harris! Are you listening?" "Yes", answered Cathy, almost in tears. "Very well, Mrs. Harris, or...should I call you Cathy?" "Whatever you want…" she responded. "Excellent, Cathy…that's a very good answer! Now, I want you to go to your PC and check your E-mail, where you will find your instructions for today". "My instructions?" Cathy asked with a nervous tremble in her voice "Yes…and, I suggest that you read them very carefully...that is, if you don't want a full version copy of the video tape to end up in your husband's hands or the hands of any of your friends." Suddenly, the phone went dead as the unknown man hung up on her before she could protest. Feeling almost sick to her stomach with nervousness, she went to the den and turned on the family computer. A few minutes later she logged onto her AOL account screen name, where she was greeted by the voice message that she seldom heard, "You have mail!" Clicking on the mailbox icon, she found one untitled email message waiting for her and she nervously double clicked on the message to read it and this is what she read. "Mrs. Cathy Harris, We're glad that you have made the wise choice and decided to comply, but I think it's very important to go over what will happen if you do not follow our instructions completely as specified. First, if you ever fail to follow the instructions we give you we will send a full version copy of the video tape of which you have already seen a small sample to your husband, all of your friends and your neighbors. Oh hell, depending on our mood…we may even post segments of the tape on the Internet too. If we do, we are sure you would agree your life would be completely ruined. Now, we are sure you are probably wondering what will we ask of you, right? Well, don't worry…we don't want any money from you, because frankly we already have plenty of the green stuff and you just don't have much. Instead of money, we will ask you to do some things and you will be expected to do them exactly as you are asked, or else…and, I don't think there's any need for me to go into that again. You're probably wondering what kind of kind of things are we going to ask you to do, right? We don't want to ruin the surprise for you, but we will say that according to what we know about you, you will have a very difficult time obeying our request from time to time. Since, there's really no better way to explain what will be asked of you than to give you an example, then we may as well get started and have some fun right now! So, you are to leave your house immediately and go to the corner of Main Street and Canal, where you will call the number listed below from the public telephone and you are to do exactly as you are told by the person who answers the phone. 1-800-462-7588 We are not sure what time it is right now, because we sent this email prior to calling you, but you have until 10:30 to call us as requested. If we do not hear from you by this time we will assume that you have decided not to obey and we will start distributing the video cassette tapes." Cathy looked at the clock and to her horror saw that she had less than a half an hour to get to the specified location and make the telephone call. Very briefly she considered just calling from her home telephone, but then she figured that she had better not risk it since her blackmailers had obviously gone to a lot of trouble to plan things out and they might know she was not calling from the telephone booth, so she quickly wrote down the telephone number She started to close the email message, but then she was touched by an idea that maybe she could find something out about her blackmailers by hitting the reply button on the email. Unfortunately, it just led to a dead end when the return email address came up as going to anonymous. Having no other choice, Cathy quickly shut off the computer and rushed out of the house and jumped into her mini van and drove to the down town area where she lived. It hadn't occurred to her yet, but the intersection was one that she went to every week, because it was where her bank was located. ***** Fortunately, traffic was pretty light and there weren't many pedestrians out due to the light spring rain they were having that day, so she made pretty good time getting to her destination. Unfortunately, she had a little difficult finding a parking spot and had to park about a block away and she had to practically run to the telephone booth when she discovered that she had only a few minutes remaining until 10:30. Cathy was out of breath by the time she finally reached the telephone booth and she quickly deposited a coin in the telephone and dialed the number she had written down. She had too many other things on her mind to notice it, but the number she had been given actually spelled out, "1-800-IM-A-SLUT". The phone rang twice, then a female voice answered, " Yes, who is this?" "This is Cathy Harris ", she responded out of breath. "Oh! Yes, Mrs. Harris...I'm glad that you made it on time, we were just getting ready to send the tapes!" The female voice giggled a little, then she add, "I'm glad to see you have decided to follow our instructions?" Cathy had no idea how the unknown woman on the other end knew whether she was calling from the phone booth or not, but she nervously waited for the woman to say something else. "Now, first...I want you to unbutton your blouse completely!" "You want me to do what?" cried Cathy in a state of shock as she was caught off guard by the woman's sudden demand. "You heard me, bitch! " answered the girl, suddenly a lot more stern. "You will do exactly as I say or we're sending the tapes!" "No, please...don't do that!" Cathy begged and slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. "I'm doing it, please don't send the tapes!" Trying to remain covered by the small telephone box, Cathy Harris did what she was ordered to do. She took glances on the sides to make sure that nobody was nearby and that nobody was looking at her. "OK…I'm done", Cathy offered to the woman on the other end of the phone. "Very good, Mrs. Harris! But now, I want you to turn around and face towards the street!" "Oh God, Please… please!" begged Cathy in tears. "Oh, OK Mrs. Harris…if that how you want it, then we will just go ahead and send the tapes out now! I'm sure your husband will find them rather amusing, so good luck and good bye!" the young woman on the other end quickly responded. "NO…WAIT…I'LL DO IT!" Cathy quickly cried out loud to catch the young woman before she hung up the phone, and then she nervously turned around and faced towards the street with her blouse open all the way and her lace bra showing to whoever happened to look in her direction. Cathy closed her eyes and waiting for what seemed like an eternity for the young woman to say something. "Great! Mrs. Harris," she finally heard the young woman say on the phone. "You may go back home now and we will contact you again real soon!" Suddenly, the line went dead and Cathy quickly re-buttoned her blouse and rushed back to her mini van, where she broke down sobbing. About 10 minutes later she regained her composure enough to drive back home, where she spent the rest of the day contemplating her situation while she waited for her husband and daughter to return home from work and school TO BE CONTINUED…
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...
Possession Chapter 4 – Cathy’s First Punishment By SubCathy@aol.com & Anchor987@hotmail.com It was around noon and Cathy was wearing her favorite thick, fuzzy pink bathrobe and she was sitting at the desk in the family's den and she was writing in a book. She appeared to be very nervous and her eyes looked puffy, as if she had been crying recently. And, the following is a portion of what she's writing… ***** (An excerpt from Cathy's diary) "Wednesday, May 6th 1998” "I really don't know how to start writing this thing, but I don't have any choice whether to do it or not…at least, not for now I don't have any choice! See, I'm being blackmailed by some people for something that I didn't do…only, I can't prove it right now. As if this wasn't bad enough, they are also forcing me to keep this handwritten record (a dairy of sorts) of my experiences, and they're making me keep it in of all places…the top drawer of my night stand, which really scares the hell out of me because there's a chance John or Traci might come across this book and read it. Normally, they don't go into my night stand, except there have been a few times in the past that they both ended up checking my night stand when they were looking for something and could not find it anywhere else in the house." "Anyway, I have no idea who these people are or why they are doing this to me…I just hope I can find a way out of this mess real soon, before they ruin my marriage and my life." "Now, I have no idea how they did it, but somehow they managed to get a home video of me, or someone who looks and sounds like me having sex with eight strange men in what looks like the living room of my house. I thought about telling John about what these people are doing to me, but he's a bit on the jealous side so I don't think I would be able to convince him that it isn't me in the video." "Anyway, this morning my ordeal began soon after John and Traci left the house for work and school. I had hoped that my blackmailers would have lost interest and leave me alone after that awful display of myself downtown Chicago the other day, but I should have known better. The minute I turned the PC on and logged onto the Internet, I was once again greeted by the message "You have mail" from AOL. I opened the message and I had to read it twice to convince myself that I wasn't dreaming and that it really said what I thought it said." "I was going to print it, but then I figured I had better not print it from fear that someone might find it in the trash later on, so I knew I had to rely on my memory and went about following the instructions I had been given. At first, I thought I might be able to get away with not following their instructions and just claiming I did follow them if they ever asked me. But then, I figured I had better do it just incase they somehow had some way of knowing whether I really followed their instructions or not. After all, so far they seem to know an awful lot about me and my life and they seem to be keeping a very close eye on me too." "First, I went and made sure that both the front and back doors were locked, since I knew that I definitely wouldn't want any one of my friends walking in on me unexpectedly and catching me following my blackmailer's instructions. Sometimes, my friend Janice from next door comes over for coffee and usually she will just walk in and start helping herself if the door is unlocked and I don't answer the door when she knocks. Normally, I don't have any problems with her just walking in like that, but I would just die if she was to walk in and catching me doing what I had to do today." "Anyway, I went upstairs to my bedroom after making sure the doors were locked and I dug out the packages I had hidden with my purchases from the other day. Following the instructions I had received in the email, I removed my bathrobe and night gown and then I started to dress accordingly. I really would have liked to wear those sexy outfits for John sometime, but this wasn't for him. It wasn't for anybody, anyhow!" "As instructed, I finished dressing in a white blouse, a black knee-length skirt with a pair of black high heels. I fastened a thin leather belt around my waist and looked at myself in the tall mirror. Under normal circumstances, I would have found my attire very attractive, but I didn't like the way I looked or felt under these circumstances…I felt almost slutty, especially with the knowledge of what I was going to have to do!" "It took me a few minutes to calm myself and regain my composure. Then, knowing all too well that there was no way of putting off the inevitable and I should do as ordered…or else, I left the bedroom and went back down to our den where the computer was setup." "Suddenly, the den appeared to be darker than it normally was for that time of day, especially on such a nice sunny day like it was today. At first, I thought it was just darker because the blinds and curtains were closed and normally they are open, but then I realized it probably wouldn't have mattered if they were wide open or not. Instead, the room just appeared to be darker from my knowing what was about to take place in the room." "Anyway, I entered the den and stopped in the middle of the room. Then, taking a deep breath I slowly began to follow the ritual that I had been ordered to perform." "First, I knelt down and then I slowly began to unbutton my blouse. Once my blouse was unbuttoned, I opened it widely as I had been instructed to do and displayed my lacy bra, before removing my blouse completely and then tossing it on to the floor several feet in front of me. After which, I unbuckled my belt from my waist and I placed it on the floor in front of me within my reach as I had been told to do. Then, I slowly unzipped my skirt and within a few short minutes it too was laying on the floor near my blouse, which I had just tossed on the floor a few minutes earlier." "Next came my stocking and garter belt, but according to my instructions I wasn't allowed to stand up or sit down, which really made the task of removing my stockings that much more difficult. It took me a lot longer than usual to remove my stockings, but eventually I did managed to get them off. The real strange part about that part of my instructions was that I had to put my shoes back on after I finished taking off my stockings, so I did!" "Even though I was alone at the time, I can not begin to put into words how awkward and embarrassed I felt undressing like that on my knees in the family den, but I still had a lot more to do before I was finished following my blackmailer's instructions." "Continuing, I removed my bra and panties, both of which I tossed on top of the growing pile of my clothes. Once they were off, I was completely naked except for the high heels on my feet." "I stayed in the same position for a long time, trying to regain enough nerve and strength to perform the rest of the ritual that I was being forced to perform. Finally, I got up enough nerve to continue and I spread my knees farther apart and then I picked up the thin leather belt and rolled most of it around my right wrist, leaving about a foot hanging. 'How could I find the power to do such a thing to myself?' I asked myself. Kneeling and undressing in the den was one thing, but this was something else!" "Twenty lashes with the belt! That's what my email instructions had said was my penalty for displeasing my blackmailers the last time. Each set of ten had to be applied according to the indicated ritual. First my back, then my buttocks." "Seeing no way out and fearing harsher punishments for not doing as I was told, I slowly raised the belt to begin my own whipping. Flogging yourself is no easy task, believe me! I started to stroke my back diagonally with my right arm, sometimes reaching my shoulder blade, sometimes my kidneys, I was aware of the fact that those should not be whipped severely, but what could I have done? Eventually, I completed the ten first strokes and then I moved down to whip my butt. I stroke the right side five times and then, I switched hands and used my left hand. Unfortunately, I'm a lot less handy with my left hand than with my right hand and many of the last five lashes landed on my thighs rather than my buttock." "A very strange sensations spread across my body, it felt so hot. I couldn't help it! My hand found it's way down toward my pussy, not even letting the belt fall to the floor. I started to rub myself with the belt, which quickly became slippery. I increased my tempo, breathing very hard and soon I had a very strong orgasm. I never experienced an orgasm that strong and intense before and I blacked out!" "When I regain consciousness, I recalled what I had just done and began to shake. I knew that all of that was wrong, but I somewhat enjoyed it immensely. 'What kind of perverted slut would climax just by the force of a whipping?' I asked myself. Then, I thought of the marks I probably had from the belt and suddenly, I began to tremble in fear while I thought of what John would say if he saw the marks on my back and buttocks. I didn't know how long they would remain there and I was frightened that John would notice them tonight. 'Maybe, I should pretend that I caught a cold and get to bed early.' I thought to myself." ***** It was around 2:30 PM and Cathy was sitting in the living room, dressed again in her normal clothing when the phone suddenly rang and she jumped and spilled some of her coffee. "Hello?" she said, reluctantly answering the phone in the kitchen on the eleventh ring. "Hello, Cathy…" the unknown male caller began. "Did you have fun this afternoon?" "Who is this?" she cried into the phone. "I'm not going to tell you my name, but I think you know who I am…don't you?" The man asked. "Yeah, I think so…" Cathy responded, regaining her composure a little. "Good! Then, I hoped you learned your lesson today and I hope we won't have to punish you again. You're not going to make us having to punish you again are you, Cathy?" The caller asked her in a very calm voice. "No…" she began to respond, but then broke out crying, "Please, leave me alone!" "Did you write in your journal today, Cathy?" The male caller asked, continuing after giving her a few minutes to calm down again. "Yes…" She responded with a sniffle. "Good, then we have one last thing for you to do today before your husband and daughter return home." The caller began to explain, "We want you to type up everything you wrote in your journal today, and we want you to send it to us as a reply to the email that we sent you today." Then, before she could say another word the phone line went dead as the caller hung up on her. ***** Later that evening, the young redhead woman stored the e-mail she received from Cathy into a password protected directory in her computer and turned to the chairman, winking with her bright eyes. "Didn't I tell you that she was a natural?" she asked him. The tall man raised from his recliner, walked behind his female companion and bent over her, using his advantage to caress her shoulders. After a short moment, he took his chance and lowered his hands to cup her breasts over her business suit. "And, so are you, my precious one!" he answered. "Do you think Mrs Harris was been punished enough for yesterday?" The girl giggled, pushing his hands away. "Not quite, my precious one! I think, we should push her a bit farther next time, don't you agree?" He asked. "Oh, I sure do!" She quickly answered. After which, the two of them quickly broke out in laughter. TO BE CONTINUED… (Note from Stories-Online.net: This is all I have)
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