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He started licking her pussy eagerly while the chat cheered. June smiled down at him, then looked straight into the camera. “Actually… there is something I want to confess to all of you tonight.” She reached over and grabbed Ethan’s phone. Before he could react, she tapped the screen and started playing one of the secret recordings she had made — clear audio and video of Ethan blackmailing her, threatening to send her clips to their parents, and calling her his “personal OnlyFans whore.” The entire chat exploded. June kept grinding on Ethan’s face while the video played, moaning softly for the camera. Tyler and Jake stood there frozen, unsure what to do.

I indeed liked it, but little did I know to what will that night of fun lead me. I was high and turned on. I fucked two random girls that night, only to discover it was all videotaped. I became a "human bite". Have you ever heard of human bites? It's someone who tricks someone into having sex, recording the act and then blackmailing them. In this case, the girls were blackmailed for the tapes to be sent to their parents. They weren't random girls after all. It was usually the rebels. Went to that party against their parents' will. Only to suddenly disappear. Well, they weren't suddenly disappearing. They were blackmailed until they give up and accept their misfortune. Either they become pros

In only a few days at Black’s High, the weirdest things had happened. He lifted me up so our gazes met, only a smirk on his face. He quickly shoved me into the bathroom. “Clean up. And also, take those whore clothes off your body. Change into these instead.” He handed me some clothes. Without words, I rushed into the bathroom, locking the door. I can’t believe I just gave oral sex to Abaddon, the hottest boy in school. Pathetic of him to blackmail me into doing it. Perhaps I would have done it without the blackmail; that man is fine as fuck.

Bianca burst into laughter and patter my chest before saying, "You know, I almost bought this whole crap until you made your last sentence. Did you think I'm dumb, huh? Please! Just get lost with this excuse to have sex with me," she said. "Why would I want to blackmail you, huh?" I asked. "Because... You want s*x! You have been blackmailing me since my birthday night so how sure am I that you didn't record that video yourself just to threaten me," She paused and gave me back my phone.

It wasn't long before my phone vibrated. Blackmailer- 'I just Googled 'sexy'. Guess what came up?' I rolled my eyes. 'My ass?' Blackmailer- 'Nope. You and me, together. ;)' I laughed walking into my room, shaking my head. From where does he get all these? Does he invent them? 'You'll get the same result if you G****e incompatible.' Blackmailer- 'Nah then I come up with you and Kevin.' Me-'*unamused look* Seriously?'

“ No! “ I exclaim. “ Fine then, prison it is for you. “ He says in a cheery tone, knowing he has me trapped. If only I didn’t blackmail him for money. He sits back on his chair and starts doing his work, looking at his screen whereas I just sit there, cuffed thinking about my future. Do it for Tim, Emma. Just close your eyes and say it. “ Fine, I… I’ll do it. I’ll be your mistress. “ I whisper, my voice barely audible but he hears me. “ Sweet, sign here then. “ He mutters, taking out a bundle of paper. He had it planned since the night I blackmailed him, didn’t he?

“It started the night of my shutout. I sent a video to an anonymous Dom on a kink app. Thought it was safe. It wasn’t. Callan received it. He’s ‘Sir.’ He walked into my hotel room with the video and gave me an ultimatum: be his personal stress relief for the whole season or he’d leak it and tank my career before it started.” Tate’s eyebrows shot up, but he didn’t interrupt. His sarcastic mask slipped into something more serious. I kept going, the words tumbling out faster now. “It was blackmail at first. Raw, filthy, gear still on, total surrender in hotel rooms and empty arenas. But the app isn’t just kink. There’s a gambling syndicate behind it. They’ve been collecting videos. They’re pump

At the doors he kissed my forehead, tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Monday, 6:30 a.m. New rules: no panties ever again. Remote vibrator I control. You’ll come when I want, where I want, how I want. And if you’re a good girl, maybe I won’t send Daddy the video of his precious secretary begging his son to breed her raw.” The elevator doors closed. I leaned against the wall, cum leaking down my thighs, his toy still stretching me, his taste in my mouth. I was blackmailed.

“Every night you’ll stay late. Every hole will belong to me and if you’re very good, I might even let you keep your job… and your secrets.” I looked up at him, still leaking his cum, my body trembling with aftershocks, and whispered the only truth left in me. “Yes, Sir. I’m yours.” The blackmail had become something far more dangerous. I was completely, willingly and wickedly ruined.

"The video is saying another thing. Did you really see how you were when Fatima rubbed your cunt? Apart from her, have you ever done anything with a girl?" What's with all these questions? I wanted nothing more than to bolt out of this house, but I couldn't. Because I knew him showing me that video was not to protect me, it was pure blackmail. I shook my head, hands trembling on my thighs. I needed help, despite everything happening I was turned on by his inappropriate questions. My cunt pulsing like a heartbeat. He leaned close, voice toned down. "I've been jerking off to that video of yours ,Aisha. Fantasizing about your sloppy snatch on my face."