[Fiction] Blackmailed

[badkingbob]

The rest of the day passed in a blur of English, science and drama lessons, none of which Remi took in. At lunchtime she didn't eat anything, as she had been instructed, and drank only water throughout the day. Drama class was particularly embarrassing as the students were lined up and made to perform part of a dance piece the teacher had taught them. Remi knew the boy behind her was getting more than an eyeful each time she bent foward or stretched her body tall. The squealing of her friends rang in her ears as she slipped away from them at the end of the day and rushed in the direction of town to the small cafe where Adam had said they would meet, in the text message he sent her. She saw him sitting alone at a table in one corner of the old-fashioned cafe, sipping from a cup of coffee and reading a newspaper, she walked over to him and stood in front of him, looking at the floor, waiting to see what would happen next.
He ignored her for a while, leaving her standing and not daring to look at him or utter a question. Then he folded his paper away and said "Sit down slut", loud enough to turn the heads of several of the customers sitting nearby. She did as she was told. Then he turned back to his paper and coffee, seeming to forget she was even present. Remi continued to sit and stare at the table. When the waiter came over and asked "Anything for the lady?", He simply answered "No." and continued to reading.
Remi sat, stock still, seemingly completely unable to move, hypnotised by his command.
Eventually he finished the coffee and said: "Right - I've got something special planned for you tomorrow night." Tomorrow was Friday - the start of the weekend, which she had said she would be spending at the holiday home of a school friend. A faked phone call from the "mother" of the family, had put her own mother's mind at rest, and she was set to spend the whole weekend in servitude to Adam.
"We need to get you a few things."
He stood up, and led her out of the shop. They walked silently across the street and stopped, where he completed the sentence he had started in the cafe. "Starting with a tan."
Remi looked up and saw they were outside a tanning and beauty salon. "You're a very pretty girl." He said. Remi immediately went red. This was the first time he had complimented her and she felt her chest swell with pride. "But I'm going to introduce you to some friends of mine over the weekend, and ... well... it's very important you look the part."
He pushed open the salon door and walked in. The air was thick with fragrance and sticky with spray, and a stern, silver-haired woman looked over and smiled when she saw them. "Ah, hello Adam, I haven't had you in here for a while."
She was tall, and middle-aged - perhaps 50 - and had a harsh look to her which immediately told Remi she was the owner of the business Adam had brought her to.
Adam walked over and kissed her on the cheek. "Caroline, good to see you."
"And who is this?" Asked the salon owner.
"This is a new, uh, friend of mine ... I'm thinking of taking her to Adrian's place tomorrow night."
The woman looked down at Remi and smiled. "She looks perfect. I'm sure Adrian will just adore her. I expect you want me to tidy her up a little bit?"
"If you could - I've got a few jobs to to and I'll be back in an hour, okay?"
As soon as the door had closed behind him, the woman looked back to Remi but the smile had gone from her face. "Come with me." She said.
Remi followed her out of the reception area of the salon and into a branching maze of corridors with doors marked "treatment room" and "manicure". They went through the one marked "tanning booths" and Remi found herself in a small room entirely filled by the UV sunbed that stood at its centre. "We'll get you looking a bit less pasty - Adrian and his clients don't really go for the 'pale and interesting' look, dear. Take your clothes off."
Remi did so, and stood naked in front of the older woman. Instinctively she moved to cover her private parts with her arms, but then she thought - I don't think Adrian would expect me to do that - so she moved into the attention position in front of Caroline - legs a little apart, arms clasped behind her back - and Caroline smiled, looking up and down the teenager's well-developed body.
"You'll do fine, I think ... but we can always make improvements."
She pulled up the lid of the sunbed filling the room with a neon glow. Remi had never used one before - she had read about health risks - but decided that one session was unlikely to give her cancer. And anyway, it didn't look like she had any choice. She climbed inside the humming machine and lay on her back, and Caroline shut the lid on her. Panic began to well up inside her when she heard a series of loud clicks and realised the woman had fastened the lid of the bed shut with some kind of catch.
"I'll see you in half an hour, dear."
She lay sweltering beneath the burning lamps, sweat building up on her body as she thought - I'm sure its not supposed to be this hot. She looked around to either side of her but could see nothing that looked like any kind of release mechanism, and carefully avoiding putting her hands on the hot lamps, she pushed at the lid, which refused to budge even an inch.
She didn't know how long she could bear the heat - but then again, she realised, it wasn't like she had any choice. With a sickening but thrilling feeling she realised she would bear if for precisely as long as she was made to bear it for.The bulbs below her burned into the skin of her buttocks, the small of her back, and her shoulders, and every small movement she made to try and lift herself away from them, brought more burning pain to her sweat-drenched stomach and breasts. She lay and sweated, every few moments moving from icy calm, attempting to mentally block out the burning which felt like it was slowly cooking every inch of her body, to blind panic - fighting for breath, sobbing boiling tears.

[badkingbob]

Eventually, after what seemed like forever, she heard footsteps back into the room, a click as the locks were released, and the lid was lifted away. Remi blinked and took the hand that Caroline offered to help her climb to her feet, choking back tears. "Ahh, there there dear ... we all suffer in the name of looking beautiful." Caroline said. "Look, it's an improvement already." She indicated towards a mirror and Remi looked at her naked reflection and saw that she had indeed lost a little of her paleness across her whole body, although there were red marks on her breasts and buttocks where the lamps had singed her a little too deeply.
In the next hour, Remi was dragged around the salon from room to room - a hairdresser in one room tidied away the loose straggly ends of hair and styled her blonde hair - which she normally wore in a dowdyish schoolgirl pony tail - into a glamorous tussled head of ringleted, bright golden locks. Then her fingers and toenails were painted a dark, sexual shade of pink. Remi was almost beginning to enjoy the pampering - she had never been to a beauty salon before - until she came to the last door in the white, sterile corridor. Caroline led Remi naked past other customers and staff who were apparently completely unfazed by her treatment. "Waxing Room" said the sign on the door. She followed Caroline in, and compliantly lay on the bed in the centre of the room as she was told, and placed her hands above her head. They were fastened in place by what felt like velcro straps, and then her feet were placed in stirrups, holding her feet up in the air and her legs splayed open. "This is my favourite part of preparing a girl for Adrian." Caroline said. "They have to be completely hairless."
Remi had heard about wax treatments before, and older girls she knew who had had it done made it sound painful. But, she thought -
however bad it is, it can't be as bad as the electric shock collar or the nipple clamps.
Caroline moved above her, preparing the strips of hot wax to be applied to the schoolgirls most sensitive parts. Laying the first across the small growth of pubic hair that sprouted above her slit, Remi winced. Caroline stroked her forehead. "There there. All in the name of looking beautiful."
Before she finished speaking Remi let out a loud yelp. Caroline had pulled the strip of wax away harshly. Her already tortured skin burned even more painfully than before, feeling like it had had been ripped away. "Just a few more" said Caroline, pressing another strip onto her flesh, this time closer to her quivering pussy. "It will soon be over."

[badkingbob]

Adrian looked Remi up and down as they stood back in reception. He looked pleased. Her pussy still burned from the punishing waxing and the ache hadn't let up in her nipples. Seeing her reflection in a nearby mirror, she hardly recognised herself. Her skin was lightly tanned, which brought out the definition in her taught abdomen and long thighs. Her golden locks fell about her shoulders and with her painted nails, fresh make-up and smooth, totally bald pussy - feeling like it hadn't felt since she was ten years old -. She had been very attractive-looking before, albeit with a touch of dowdiness, and girl-next-door normality to her - but now she looked and felt like a porn star princess. As they walked down the street, men seemed to leer at her even more openly than they had done before. Feeling like she was becoming more in tune with the person Adam was moulding her into, she deliberately walked with an exagerated wiggle of her hips, and pushed her breasts forward, acting like she thought a girl who looked like her, dressed like her, should act.
"Just one more stop for today - we've sorted you out, now we need to sort out your wardrobe."

[girllover101]

I love the story please continue please

[badkingbob]

They reached a run-down row of shops at the edge of town, and stopped at a shop with blacked out windows and a sign on the door saying "Adults Only."
Remi had never been in a sex shop before. Today was turning out to be filled with new experiences. Inside, the shop was small and cramped, with a huge, fat, sweating heap of a man sitting at the counter. The rest of the space that remained was filled with wall displays, one wall of pornographic DVDs in lurid colours, one wall of sex toys, from handcuffs and whips to enormous dildos. There was also a long rail hung with what looked like a row of kinky outfits made from leather, rubber, PVC and even what looked like chainmail.
"Hello Adam, long time no see." Said the man mountain behind the counter. Why wasn't she surprised they knew each other?
"Yeah, hey Steve. I'm taking this one along to Adrian's tomorrow, need to get her some gear to wear."
A lecherous grin spread across Steve's face, and he hauled himself up from his stool and waddled around the counter to stand with them. He looked Remi up and down, then reaching out, took hold of her right breast in one huge hand. He squeezed it tightly, causing her to wince, but she didn't pull away. "Hurr hurr. Nice." He chuckled, "I think I have some ideas."
He wandered off and started flicking through the clothes on the rails. With a selection of skimpy looking lingerie and fetishwear slung across his arm, he came back. "Here you go."
Adam took the clothing, considering a few items before throwing what looked like several skinny bits of thin plastic held together by thin, silver chains to Remi. She caught it, and looked at it, trying to make sense of what it was.
"You can get changed here, Steve is an old friend."
Obediently, Remi peeled off her blouse, bra and skirt, and pulled a circlet of chain over one ankle and up her thigh. The outfit consisted of a tiny sliver of g-string which fitted over her freshly shaven pussy, and a corset made of the same flimsy plastic material, which clung tightly around her stomach, stiffling her breath and forcing her cleavage to spill out. It was held together by interlocking silver chains, which looped around her thighs, shoulders and throat. The two men watched her as she fastened it behind her neck, then assumed her at attention position. Steve moved first, and Adam didn't try to stop him as he again took hold of Remi's breast and began roughly twisting and pulling it. Steeling herself, she managed not to pull away, and closed her eyes, attempting to accept her treatment as gracefully as she possibly could. He leaned down, moving his enormous head close to hers, so she could smell his cigarette breath.
"What a good little whore. I can tell she is trying hard to please her master." Bits of spittle from his mouth sprayed across her face.
Then he put two fat fingers around the bulge in the material where Remi's erect nipple obviously was, and pinched it sharply. She tried to stifle a scream of pain, managing to keep it to a whimper.
Apparently pleased with the response he was getting, the disgusting man reached down and grabbed her between the legs, and began to roughly massage her cunt with his whole hand. She was shocked to feel herself start to get wet.
There was a ringing at the door and they all looked over to see another customer walk into the shop. Obviously startled by what he saw, the middle aged man apologised and started to back out, but Steve called out "It's okay mate - come and look around - just ignore us if you want."
Looking slightly furtive, the man closed the door and walked over to the shelf, apparently pretending to ignore the strange scene of the practically naked, humiliated teenage girl and her two tormentors.
"I like it, I'll it." Said Adam, looking down at Remi as she tried hide her shame and embarrassment.
She went on to try several other outfits and items of clothing - a pink PVC microdress, fishnet stockings and a suspender belt, a lacy pink bra and panties set with holes cut out to expose her nipples and pussy. All were modelled before the intent eyes of Adam and Steve, and various customers who entered the shop throughout her ordeal.
They finally left the shop together, both carrying several bags. Adam had spent several hundred pounds very casually - Remi thought he didn't seem to have too much in the way of money problems. As they walked back towards the cafe where they had met earlier that day, shops were starting to shut up and the buskers were packing up for the day.
"You can go home now - that's enough for today, but tomorrow I want you back at the flat as soon as you are finished school. Oh - and you'll need this." He handed her a large, flat brown envelope. With that he turned and started to walk away. Remi stood staring at his back as he left, but before he had gone more than five steps he turned around and stared back at her. For a second she was transfixed by his eyes then, remembering herself, she tore her eyes away from him, and started to walk home.

[Lovesfundares]

great keep writing more pelase

[Komodo Jones]

It's been a while since I've read this and reviewed this last. What I'm surprised about how fast you write this yet the content doesn't seem rushed at all and seems professional. Either your are an exceptional speed writer or you wrote this beforehand. Either way it is very good. There were a few mistakes again, but once again nothing taken away from the story. And I am glad to see that you are taking your own unique twist on the s/m story that has been normalized on this site. Keep up the good work.

[molten man]

Excellent writing. Keep it going!

[badkingbob]

Once again Remi felt Adam's gaze as if it were burning through her skin. Back at his apartment the next evening, he was inspecting her body for the first time since her trip into town with him. She stood in the position which now felt so natural, yet at the same time exposing - hands behind her back, legs slightly apart, naked.
He reached out and ran a finger up the smooth insides of her thigh and lightly over the lips of her newly waxed pussy. His touch felt like electricity.
On his command she slipped on the leather and chain body harness he had bought at the sex store the previous day. The tiny slip of material barely covered her sex and she fastened the corset tightly around her waist. Then she pulled on the hold-up stockings and stepped into the towering stilleto heels. She had never worn shoes like these before and she noticed immediately that their height forced her to stand bolt-straight, with her breasts pushed forwards and her shoulders pulled back. After a brief taxi ride they arrived at the club which by now she had worked out must be where they were going to meet the mysterious Adrian. As they pulled up outside, Remi was not surprised to see the flashing neon sign outside announcing "Strippers - Lapdance".
Inside, scantily clad girls, mostly a few years older than her, seemed to be serving drinks to the few customers who had already arrived by 6pm, and who sat around on barstools leering at the pretty young waitresses and hostess girls. A stage and runway with a pole took up a third of the room in the smallish bar, on which another woman was dancing sexually to the music.
There were just a handful of customers, mostly looking like businessmen who had decided not to go home after a hard day's work in the city. One was sat up close to the stage, seemingly hypnotised by the gyrations of the dancer, who was just removing her lacy white bra, one shoulder strap at a time. A couple more sat at the bar and others turned to watch appreciatively as Adam led Remi through the bar - She could tell that they were thinking she must be fresh meat. Perhaps she was.
Past the stage, a door led into a back office.
"Hey Adam, good to see you man, how's it going?"
The man sat behind the large desk was not quite what Remi was expecting. He was smallish, a good bit older than Adam - around 40 she guessed - with short cropped blonde hair and glasses. He looked more like an accountant, than a strip bar owner - which was what she assumed he must be.
"yeah not bad Ade. You keeping well? How's business?"
Adrian laughed loudly. "Business is absolutely fantastic, as always."
The club didn't look that busy, and Remi assumed Adrian must have other business interests.
"I'm putting this girl through her paces, I thought she'd be ideal for tonight."
It was the first time Adrian had looked at her. He peered over the top of his glasses and seemed satisfied by what he saw. "I'm sure she'll do fine. Can you dance, dear?"
Remi opened her mouth but Adam spoke first. "Yes, she can dance. Well, she's going to try anyway, aren't you?"
Remi knew she was. She nodded meekly.

[molten man]

Long time since u posted this one!!

Hopefully d next one will come soon!!

[Officelover]

Yeah, please, please- write more soon. This is one of my favorite stories on the site. my favorite part was the girl cleaning his bathroom. I'd like it if you did more stuff like that. This is an absolutely brilliant story. Go on. Go on. GO ON!!!

[badkingbob]

Remi spent the first part of the evening working as a waitress in the bar. As the bar started to fill up with customers, she went from table to table taking orders and serving the small groups of mostly drunk businessmen. They leered at her and made sleazy comments about the way her body pressed against the skimpy fabric of the harness she was wearing. Quite a few of them invited her to join them but she wasn't allowed to, so she politely refused, turning down offers of drinks for herself. A few asked her name and she chatted amiably with them, as she saw the other girls doing, dotted around the room. If they asked her age she lied that she was 18, as she had been told to do. By their smiles she could tell they didn't all believe her.
As she worked, girls took to the stage one by one. The DJ introduced each one before they danced for a few minutes, removing the various costumes and items of lingerie as customers beckoned them over and folded notes into their bras and stocking tops. One particular girl caught Remi's attention as she took her turn on the stage, she was perhaps a couple of years older than her, with long jet black hair and piercing green eyes, and she was dancing the most erotic and sexually charged dance Remi had ever seen, and she stood transfixed for a few moments, until she saw Adrian staring at her disapprovingly from his perch at the bar. She returned to waiting on tables.
After a few hours - Remi supposed it must have been close to midnight - the bar was starting to empty slightly when Adrian came over to her, as she put two more beers down in front of two more drunken businessmen.
"I think it's your turn now, don't you?"
Remi put her tray down at the bar and turned to walk away, but Adrian grabbed her and whispered into her ear "Oh - and Adam told me to tell you - if you don't put on a good show and get plenty of tips, you're going to get the whipping of your life when you get back to his apartment."
Breathing deeply she walked up onto the runway.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a first timer - please give a warm welcome to - Candi!"
Remi almost felt embarrassed by the corny stripper name the DJ had obviously just invented for her, then remembered she should probably have been more embarassed by the fact she was standing on stage in front of a room full of people, wearing nothing but a tiny corsett, g-string, stockings and a few straps and chains. As the music started up, she thought about how she had seen the black haired girl dancing. She put her back against the pole in the middle of the stage and, closing her eyes, began to gyrate her body and sway her hips, as she lowered herself to a crouching position and back up again.
She had always loved dancing, and like most girls her age spent countless hours watching herself in the mirror in her bedroom as she imitated moves she had seen in music videos.
The audience seemed to be appreciating her, judging by the keenness in the eyes of the guys nearest the front - mostly the guys that were there alone.
She turned her back to them and grabbed the pole in both hands, thrusting her butt out behind her and moving it in time to the sexy beat of the music.

[badkingbob]

She turned back to the audience and fixed her eyes on one man, who looked about her father's age, who was staring intently at her. Feeling slightly queazy, but at the same time thrilled by what she was doing and where she was, she went down onto all fours and started crawling towards him across the stage, not moving her eyes from his. As she got close enough to catch the beer-tinged stench of his breath she knelt in front of him with her hands behind her head, swaying her body like a writhing python. He reached up and folded a bank note into the hem of her stockings. He allowed his hand to brush against the inside of her thigh as he did it, and although the customers were not allowed to touch the dancers, she knew no one would say anything about that sort of thing. Closing her eyes and mentally composing herself for what she knew she was expected to do next, she reached down and unclasped the bottom of her corset from the harness it was attached to, and reaching behind her back, unzipped herself. As she had seen strippers do in tv documentaries and films, she slowly lowered the black, clinging material away from herself until she was kneeling with her breasts exposed to the staring crowd.
Several other men started to call for her attention and she crawled from one to the next, stopping to writhe in front of each one, sometimes kneeling, sometimes lying on her back. She let the men tuck the money into her stockings, even taking a bill from the hands of one, between her teeth, before dropping it on the stage.
After a couple of minutes the music faded away and there was a quick burst of applause. As soon as she stepped off the stage Adrian came over to her.
"You did well... in fact you've caught someone's attention - he wants a private show."
He put his arm around her shoulder and led her over to the table by the stage where the first man who had tipped her was sitting alone.
"Dan, this is Candi."
The man stood up. He was tall, with a moustache and long greasy hair, and unlike most of the other men in the bar was dressed casually in jeans and a checked shirt, making him look a bit like a cowboy.
"A pleasure to meet you Candi. Shall we go into the back room?"
Remi what she hoped was a sexual smile but she realised probably looked nervous.
Adrian had already filled her in on private shows. They took place in the private booth at the back of the bar, and the usual rules were suspended - customers were allowed to touch the girls, but not remove any of their clothes, and there was no penetration - but the girls were expected to go fully naked, rather than just topless like the dancers on stage.
The private booth was a small darkened room with just one chair in the middle. It was no bigger than a large cupboard and With Dan sitting down and Remi standing up, she was practically on top of him. Music was piped in through speakers on the back wall and, already topless as she hadn't had a chance to put her corst back on since leaving the stage, she began to dance for him again. As she writhed her hips, her groin practically against his face, he reached up and held her by the hips.
She'd seen lapdancing before, as well, but never really studied it closely. Turning her back to him, she lowered herself onto his lap. As soon as she was sat she started to feel his cock getting hard, through the thin material of her g-string and his jeans. She was slightly shocked, as she hadn't expected that. She wriggled her butt against his crotch for a few moments, and the man groaned loudly. Then he reached around her and grabbed her by the breasts, one in each hand, roughtly, and began to squeeze them. Remi had never allowed anyone to handle her body in that way, and she tried to hide the wince of pain as he grabbed her tightly. She laughed nervously and stood up, mainly to be free of his grip. Catching her breath, she turned her back to him and leaned forward, pushing her ass towards his face before unhooking her suspender belt, throwing it aside, and sliding the g-string down her legs. She turned back and stood naked in front of him, and could feel his excitement at her exposed, smoothly waxed pussy even through her own feelings of anxiety and humiliation.
She turned away from him again and lowered herself back into his lap, but this time he grabbed her with both hands around her waist, and pulled her small body down so her naked crotch was held tighty to the growing bulge in his pants where his dick was.
She started to move again, pressing her weight down against his crotch as she realised what she was supposed to do. The man sighed again, deeply, pulling her against himself with more strength, and she felt him getting even harder. Before long the man was breathing hard, and he increased the intensity of his grip, and began moving his own crotch as well, thrusting it against hers in a rythmn that started to get faster and faster. "Oh yes..." He moaned, "You really are a dirty little whore aren't you?"
Remi blushed and the man took one hand from her waist and reached up to grab her right breast, pulling down on it harshly to increase the pressure against his cock. his breathing got faster and after a few moments, when he let out a long, satisfied sigh, Remi knew he had cum in his pants. His grip went limp and he caught his breath before standing up, almost tossing her aside.
"Thank you my dear, that was fun." He grinned sleazily at her before standing and walking out of the booth, leaving Remi naked and alone in the semi-darkness.

[molten man]

Great story mate!! Keep it going..

[Officelover]

I agree. That was a wonderful installment.

Being a writer myself, I know how I appreciate feedback and suggestions.
My suggestion is, you know, she was doing things on a more personal level for her Master and now she's kind of just dancing at strip clubs, even if her Master ordered to. I mean, even before he hadn't been with her as she got ready and waxed and whatnot. I really like the relationship Adam and Remi have together, and like the story when Adam is present. My suggestion is to hae more parts with them together.

But overall, a fantastic story. Wonderful. Fairly original as blackmail stories go.

I love this story <3