Pawn Pt. 01

Kacey's first few days of college were some of the most exciting days of her life. No-one in her family had ever been to college before. A poor family, with five kids, there had not been much joy in her house, other than the camaraderie of each other.

The other side of that camaraderie had been constant crowding and no privacy. Now in her dorm she only had one roommate and that seemed like luxury.

The reason Kacey was first was because she had been the only one determined to do something more with her life than simply exist in her small town and get married. Kacey had applied for any, and every scholarship, bursary and financial aid package she could find on the computer in the library in her high school.

It had paid off big time. An essay she had submitted to one foundation had been all about how she would do anything to change her straits and make something of her life. They had given her a full ride, tuition, dorm, a small living allowance and even a laptop which had been in her dorm with a bow and card congratulating her on arriving.

Going to classes and learning about her new world had been thrilling beyond anything she could have dreamed. The people she met were urbane and sophisticated to the small town girl, and she reveled in the shared ideas everyone seemed to throw out without hesitation.

Things took a real turn for the worse on day three.

As she studied, a chat window popped up on her laptop from a site she had never been on, Live Web Gals. The window had a streaming view of her face staring back at her and a conversation below it that said.

"Hello Kacey."

Kacey stared at her own surprised face, her green eyes wide, her pale blonde eyebrows almost reaching the matching hairline above. Hesitantly she typed "Hello" back.

"You're very pretty." Came the reply.

Kacey blushed, she felt plain. She never wore makeup and kept her hair short and effortless. In a small town, in a family with no money, she had never been popular. No-one had ever asked her on a date, she had never even been kissed, so compliments were very foreign.

"You're cute when you blush."

"Who is this?"

"I work for the Chenwith Intellectual Association." The foundation that had given her the scholarship.

"Oh, hello! Thank you so much for everything." Her face in the little window beamed happily back at her, gratitude for her new life radiating along every delicate line of her face.

"Your gratitude is much appreciated. Now, please, take off your top."

Kacey gaped at the last line of typing for several seconds, until a new line popped up.

"Do what I say, or things will get very ugly for you. You will need convincing of that, I'm sure, so let's start here." Suddenly her laptop mouse began to move on its own. Files opened and Kacey lifted her hands from the desk, as if proving that it wasn't her doing anything.

The mouse moved quickly and in moments a file of photographs opened. In each photo Kacey was nude in her dorm room. There were shots of her dressing, but each one timed to show her nudity to the camera on her laptop, which sadly she had always left open.

The last few shots showed her in bed. Kacey had been watching porn for the first time in her life, her house had been too small and crowded for that kind of entertainment, and in the images her bared A cup breasts were exposed. With an open mouth and half lidded eyes, Kacey looked aroused as she masturbated, the computer beside her on the bed.

"That was quite the show. I recorded everything on video. "

The mouse moved some more and a video of her dancing in her bra and panties appeared. The music blaring from her laptop now was from a CD her roommate Nicole had lent her. An upbeat song by an independent musician named Cory Woodward.

Kacey saw herself as never before. Looking voyeuristically at herself dance uninhibitedly around her room, overjoyed to be so free, Kacey immediately saw that she was actually rather attractive.

Working hard as a cleaning lady with her two sisters for years had made her body firm and toned from labor, and she was quite small at five foot two. A petite girl, Kacey's nubile body looked good on screen, appealing and sexy.

Unfortunately this discovery happened the moment her life was shattered.

"I'm just going to upload this one to the live feed."

"No! No, no, no!" Kacey screamed at the computer as the mouse quickly dragged the video of her dancing to the Live Web Gals window. Before she could think of what to do the video was streaming live.

Kacey reached out and slammed the laptop shut, a childish gesture of fear, but it helped to not have to see herself humiliated live.

Her phone began to ring.

Chenwith Intellectual Association had provided her with a phone as well, a brand new iphone6. Kacey picked it up and saw an incoming FaceTime call. Automatically she answered even though she had never signed into FaceTime before.

The caller's screen was filled with the feed of her dancing; her own face in the little window to the side crumpled and began to cry.

"Why are you doing this?" she sniveled at her phone.

A digitally altered voice answered, sounding terrifying from her phones speakers. "Turn your computer back on or the nude shots go up next."

The FaceTime feed went dead giving her no room to bargain.

Kacey slumped to the floor sobbing, at a loss as to what to do.

A text dinged on her phone. Kacey looked at the suddenly fearful object in her hand and saw a photo text. Sliding it open Kacey saw a photo of herself drying her hair after a shower, her body was stretched taut, the muscles of her abdomen showing, her trimmed pubic hair obvious, her perky breasts soft and smooth over her ribs.

The image was very good, enhanced in some way to look far better than the laptop camera should have been able to do. It looked like she was posing for a magazine, the light from her nearby window caressing her pale skin and making her look seductive.

It would get a fair amount of attention on the internet, she thought.

The picture jumped up the screen as another text appeared.

"That just went online. I think your face is rather adorable, and utterly recognizable. I have the football team's contact list ready. I will email this photo and the link to the Live Web Girls feed in thirty seconds if you don't open your laptop again."

Instead Kacey dialed 911.

"911, what is the nature of your emergency?" the strange mechanical voice said. The same voice she had just heard.

"Um... someone is threatening me... they are in my computer recording me somehow." She blurted, terrified.

"Yes, Kacey they are. Now, hang up and open your computer."

Screaming she threw the phone on the bed.

Her hands were shaking uncontrollably as she opened her laptop. It felt like reaching into a dark place full of razor blades touching the cool plastic shell she had loved only ten minutes ago.

The screen was exactly as she had left it; her camera began recording her sad face as soon as it was powered up. When she appeared in the Live Web Gals feed once more the chat below it added another demand.

"Take off your clothes."

"Why are you doing this to me?" she typed.

No reply. Her mouse once more came to life and opened her email, signing in using her password. Nauseated, Kacey watched helplessly while her mouse opened a new message, opened a group she had never seen labeled 'FBTeam' and attached the photo file.

In moments the team had been sent the photo she'd seen, now as an ad for a live feed advertising college babes. Kacey saw the whole thing happen, her life torn apart as she became an internet porn star.

The live feed from Live Web Gals changed. The mouse closed out her email and enlarged the web feed. Now it was the same photo of her drying after the shower, but the image was moving. It was a video of her drying her hair, her nudity exposed as she stared at herself in the mirror off screen. Kacey knew what she had been looking at; she could turn and look at the mirror now if she wanted.

"That hasn't gone live yet Kacey. But it will if you don't do exactly what I say when I say it. I'm not a patient person, you should know."

Numb, shocked by these events Kacey began to take off her shirt. When it was off, and she was in her bra, she saw the chat window.

"Move back so I can see all of you." Came the next command.

Standing, Kacey moved to where she had been when drying her hair. In the live feed she saw herself framed in the center of the screen. She then stripped bare, feeling utterly helpless and dazed by what was happening. She obeyed because she could think of nothing else.

When she was once more nude in front of the camera, she stood dejectedly, gazing blindly at her computer, the image of herself hopelessly staring back.

The chat window moved as more text came in.

"Now dance for me. Make it sexy. Touch yourself"

A song began to play on her laptop. A sexy electronica song with a female vocalist sounding like she was being fucked very well.

Kacey moved back from the camera after reading that and willed herself to move. At first it was awkward and she was still crying, but within a minute of moving and trying to be sexy, the song and touching herself let her somewhat escape the horror she was involved in.

Listening to the sexy vocal line, she imagined recording that sound in the studio. Had the woman actually been aroused? Was she just acting? It sounded real to Kacey and she imagined the woman being recorded by her lover as he pleasured her.

With her eyes closed Kacey danced and thought about that other woman desperate not to think about her own situation.

When the song was over she came back to herself and looked at the computer. The text in the window moved once more.

"Well done."

The mouse began moving and the recording of the dance she just finished went live.

"No!" she cried, but she had known that this was the likely result of her compliance.

Once more she slammed the laptop closed, feeling as if she had been betrayed and violated.

Moments later her phone chimed an incoming text message.

After a moment's hesitation she went and read it.

"We also sent your sister a laptop the same day you got yours."

A photo appeared in the text feed. It was her older sister Tiffany standing in their old room. She was naked, her body posed perfectly as she dressed, or undressed in front of the other laptop. Kacey's stomach flipped as fear made her ill.

Then another photo appeared. This time it was a dark, infrared photo. In the photo Tiffany was on her knees with a man's penis in her mouth. It was not a great photo, but it was still obviously Tiffany. Kacey assumed it was her boyfriend Curtis, but all that was visible was his butt and cock. Tiffany's hollowed cheek and closed eyes dominated the shot.

The mouse moved and another website opened. Ex-Girlfriend Revenge was the site name.

"Shall I open an account in her real name? She won't be able to run a daycare if this gets out. In a town as small as yours my email list would be shorter than the football team's I just sent your photo too. One click and that whole town sees her blowing a dude. She isn't nearly as cute as you, but I still think a lot of people would click to see it."

Despair swallowed Kacey then.

Something changing on her screen drew her attention. A new window opened, a camera showed her room from a new angle. This one was overhead pointed down at her bed.

It was live.

In one corner she could just make out her own naked form slumped in her desk chair. The camera zoomed in closer to fill the window with her bed. A moment later another window opened and this one showed a recording of her masturbating to porn. The same event from the laptop shot she's seen earlier.

This feed zoomed in on her fingers as she delved into her sex, glowing in the light from the laptop screen. It got close enough to clearly see what her hand was doing, while showing her breasts as well. Then the camera moved up her body to her face. Again that look of lust; half closed eyes and open mouth as she pleasured herself.

"I want to see that in the daylight. Go lie on the bed."

Kacey didn't obey immediately. Instead she looked at where she thought that camera must be. It was up near the ceiling beside the smoke detector. She would have assumed it was part of the smoke detector if she had ever bothered to look.

Overwhelmed by how terribly she had been violated, Kacey went to her bed and lay down on the covers. Spreading her legs, she exposed herself to the camera she now knew was there. With numb fingers she began to masturbate listlessly, her fingers rubbing along her groove mindlessly as she thought of nothing except defeat.

Why was this happening to her?

That hated voice emitted from her laptop speakers.

"Rub your tits with one hand and your pussy with the other." The evil, dispassionate voice continued to tell her what to do while she degraded herself for the hidden camera. It ordered her to spread her lips wide, next it ordered her to lick her fingers off, then to stick a finger in her bum and her vagina at the same time.

The Voice told her to plant her feet on the bed, lift her hips high, and fuck herself hard with three fingers. It hurt to cram so many fingers into her virginal sex, but soon it began to feel nice as she stretched and opened.

Then, after some time, Kacey realized she was becoming aroused. It sickened her, but the fingers on her sensitive clit had awakened a natural lust. Her body didn't seem to understand how much she was being violated.

The Voice told her to climax.

"It's time to cum for me baby. Are you ready? Come on, show me your orgasm."

Kacey blushed as she felt actual pleasure at the idea of cumming. Pretending to feel the urge to cum, she fucked herself faster and panted like the porn stars she had seen online.

Then, oddly, she did feel a tingle not unlike an orgasm begin to burn in her clit. With both hands she rubbed herself and delved deeply into her sex.

"That's it. Come on, cum for me Kacey. It feels good knowing I am watching doesn't it?"

Horribly it did.

When she climaxed, she whimpered her humiliation into her compressed lips as she bit down to stifle her delight. Raw lust impelled her to rub her burning button and she humped her hips up at her own fingers while bliss poured out from her tingling sex.

The orgasm left her spent and emotional on her bed. Panting in the afterglow of delight, she blushed at the thought of that going online, which she knew it would. Humiliation and euphoria mingled in her breast as she tried to understand what was happening to her.

"I have something else to show you." The voice said.

Reluctant to move, she forced her lethargic limbs to take her to the computer. The screen still showed her bed in one window, the feed of her dancing in another and her own face as she sat in front of the screen.

"It's not all bad. I let you cum, didn't I? And now I'm going to show you what you have earned."

The mouse moved and her bank accounts appeared. Kacey hadn't set up the online banking on her computer, but apparently her tormentor had done it for her.

The account was far fuller than it should be. Thousands more dollars were now in her name.

"I'm splitting the proceeds of your new job with you fifty/fifty."

Another widow opened and Kacey saw a clicker counting how many people were watching her. The webcam feed of her masturbation was hitting three thousand views. It was a pay to play site and there were three videos of her now, dancing in her underwear, dancing nude and masturbating. All the videos were getting an increasingly large audience.

"You are cute, but I'm helping drive traffic to you, as compensation for all this. Although I don't expect you to thank me."

In shock, she watched the counters climb as more and more people watched her videos. They were under the impression that this was live in the moment and paid to keep watching, the feed stopping every few minutes asking for more money to see what came next.

The mouse refreshed her bank account and she saw hundreds more dollars appear.

The camera from the roof moved now. It zoomed in on her nightstand.

"Go open the drawer." The Voice told her.

Kacey did as she was told, unsure how she felt about her burgeoning wealth at the expense of her dignity. Opening the drawer she had only filled with her things two days ago, she turned back to the laptop for instructions.

"Pull it all the way out." Kacey did so and put the drawer on the bed. "Look where it was."

Bending, she looked at the space that the drawer had occupied. Inside, she saw a small, grey brick with glowing, red lights on a small, black, plastic device on top. Even as she watched the red lights turned green and a soft beep toned.

"That is now a bomb, armed and ready to explode." The Voice said. Kacey instantly recognized explosives she had seen in dozens of movies. C-4. It was in every spy movie.

She scrambled away, instinctively, even though the size of that bomb would surely take out this whole room. Curled around herself, pressed to her roommate's bed, Kacey once more began to cry. This was the worst nightmare and she desperately hoped to wake up soon.

Yet she knew it was real life.

From across the room the voice continued speaking. "If you don't do exactly what I say that bomb will go off, killing everyone in the building. And, as extra incentive, we put one in your family's house too. I'll give you a moment to think about that."

Some elevator music started playing from her laptop and Kacey curled around herself and shook with absolute terror. There was a bomb not ten feet from her. Suddenly, being seen naked on the internet didn't seem so bad.

The eighteen year old woman stared at the blinking green lights for an age when suddenly there was another beep and the lights changed to red once more. It did little to calm her, but it did bring her back from the brink of insanity she had been teetering on.

"I assume you are now willing to listen to my directives...?"

Knowing they were watching Kacey nodded.

"Good. There is one more test before we can proceed. Since you are new to town we needed to facilitate this next part for you. There is a young man in one of your classes that was looking you up on Facebook. He serves our purposes perfectly, so we took the liberty of contacting him on your behalf. You two have been sexting since last night. Very racy stuff. You are a dirty girl Kacey. At least when I'm you, you are."

The mechanical chuckle that followed sounded sinister, altered as it was. "He will be arriving in ten minutes expecting to have sex with you. You are going to suck his cock for the camera. Needless to say you had best do a great job, one that attracts a huge amount of viewers. The stakes are rather high for you Kacey. For you and... Kevin Dupree from your History class. I'm sending you the texts. Happy reading."

Unable to stop herself Kacey retrieved her phone and read the list of incoming texts to Kevin Dupree. It started as innocent flirting but quickly escalated to pure filth. She was basically begging him to come over and let her suck him off. It was humiliating.

The Proxy Kacey told him about her webcam feed. He mentioned being excited to see. Then later told her she was as sexy as he'd thought. He'd loved watching her masturbate. He couldn't wait to blow his load on her face for the camera as she'd requested.

The Proxy Kacey had texted that she wanted him to do that. Kacey had never had any form of sex and now she was supposed to fool this guy into thinking she was a depraved slut? As she prepared to weep and give up, a window appeared on her laptop of a woman giving a blow job.