A Simple Decision Part 4/? [MDom] [FSub] [Blackmail] [CNC] [bondage] [exhibitionism] [public use]
The first part of this story is here, the second part is here, and the third here. If you enjoy it, please do let me know!
Also, standard disclaimer that this is a work of fantasy. Although blackmail play is fun in real life(regular remind that my inbox is always open…), you shouldn’t take a fantasy story like this as any kind of guide on how to do blackmail play IRL.
“Oh hello!” Hearing the voice of an actual real live human nearby made your whole body jump. You’d been so focused on the voice in your ear - the voice of your blackmailer - you’d lost all awareness of your surroundings. Didn’t help, of course, that you were blindfolded. And now a stranger had stumbled across you!
“You’re the girl he posted about, right?” the stranger asked in an excited tone, and you realized with horror that this wasn’t just some random who had stumbled onto you naked and hand-cuffed to a tree in the woods. Your blackmailer had led him here and this was no accident - was that better? Was that worse?
“Don’t you dare ask him for help,” growled the more familiar voice - the voice from your earpiece, connected to your phone - the voice of your blackmailer. “Unless, of course, you want me posting the footage we’ve already recorded online.” You remembered with a shudder that your phone was up there on the old picnic table, sitting next to the spare set of handcuff keys, letting your blackmailer see you helpless and exposed. “I’ll be watching and making sure nothing happens to you that I don’t want to happen to you. Let them do what they want with you.”
You felt relieved to know your owner was watching you, and part of you hated that you’d started to find his presence in your life reassuring even as he made you do these degrading things and amassed an ever-greater quantity of blackmail to use against you. And part of you was just worried about the fact he’d say “they”…
“Excuse me, ma’am, are you the, uhh, toy he said I’d find here? Are you okay with this?” This was the voice of the man who was actually physically present there and he sounded nervous. Your blackmailer was silent but you remembered what he’d said and were afraid to do anything but comply. He’d know if you disobeyed.
“Yes, I’m the toy - ” you almost choked on the word, unable to believe you were referring to yourself like that “ - and you can do what you want.”
“Fuck, alright, awesome,” said the voice of the young man behind you and you felt him crunch up behind you through the leaves. You felt the stranger reach out to touch you with a tentative touch, running his hands along your sides in something halfway between a caress and how you’d pet a skittish horse.
It didn’t take long for his touch to get bolder. Certainly, the fact you couldn’t see him or even really move much must have emboldened him as he reached under your body to grab your breasts. You were half bent over as you were handcuffed to the tree in an awkward position, making you bend over to present your cunt and plugged ass. You were hyper-aware of how exposed to him you were.
He tried to touch you in a way to make you feel good as he awkwardly groped at your tits, but he was obviously an inexperienced lover which just made it all the more awkward and humiliating. His “fuck, your body is so good” praise made you feel like a piece of meat instead of beautiful.
But when he finally got bold enough to bring his hand up between your legs, you were embarrassingly wet. The man touching you obviously thought it was his doing, but really it was just how helpless you were. Even if you weren’t handcuffed to the tree, you couldn’t have stopped this from happening - you were too afraid of what your blackmailer might do if you tried to. The stranger seemed nervous and you’re sure you could have talked him into help you if you wanted, but you didn’t dare.
The strange hand on your pussy moved into finger-fucking you a little and he exhaled with a soft swear, “Fuck, you’re ready for it, aren’t you? He said the only hole that was off limits was your ass - and I see he’s got you all plugged and such - so I guess I’m taking your pussy.”
You heard the sound of a pair of jeans being unzipped and the guy behind you - whose face you’d probably never see, you realized - fumbling around. You hoped part of what you were hearing was him putting a condom on, but you couldn’t be entirely sure. Not like you could stop him from fucking you raw if you were mistaken.
It had already been established you were just a toy, after all.
You grunted a little bit as you felt his cock slide into you embarrassingly easily. He grabbed your hips and just just started pounding you hard. You found yourself grabbing onto the tree to stablize yourself as he sped up quickly. The young man didn’t have much in the way of technique, but he was energetic and obviously incredibly turned on by getting to have his way with you.
Soon he was fucking you bruisingly hard, and you really did feel like a toy being used. Obviously encountering you in this way made it easy for him to forget you were even a person, and he just grabbed your hips and used your cunt for his pleasure.
He fucked you hard, but not for long - you heard his moans intensify and his fingers dig into your hips as he slammed himself deep inside of you and took his orgasm from you with an exagerated groan.
You heard him panting behind you for a few moments, and then he pulled out of you and started getting himself in order, pulling his jeans back up.
You could tell he was embarrassed again by the sheepish way he said “Uhh, thanks…”
He got out of there pretty quickly, leaving you alone in the woods, handcuffed to a tree, blindfolded, with a plug in your ass and now freshly-fucked, too.
“You’ll know when it is time to leave,” you heard your blackmailer’s voice in your ear say. You found yourself wishing he’d talk to himself more - at this point, he could make you do almost anything he wanted to, but - worse - you were starting to crave his directions. You started to feel uncertain about what you were doing without him.
You kept alert to your surroundings this time though, and so heard the next man approaching you some distance off, crunching through the leaves towards your helpless form.
“Oh, this is just lovely,” you heard an older sounding voice say. “Exactly like he promised.”
This stranger hesitated a lot less than the first, moving over to you and running his hand over your back and then your exposed ass. There was a little bit of a tentative quality to the touch - waiting to see if you’d object - but when you didn’t object, it quickly grew bolder. His hand moved between your legs, fingering you roughly and he growled “Oh you like this public use thing, don’t you?”
He didn’t waste nearly as much time as the first guy, and you heard him unzipping his pants as he moved up closer to the tree you were handcuffed too. He was standing right beside you as he grabbed your hair, and you could feel him looking down at you. He forced your face up towards him, though of course you couldn’t see him with the blindfold on.
You smelt the musk of him, felt the heat of his body near your head - and then you felt the head of his cock against your lips. You hesitated for a second and then you heard the older man say “Be a good girl and suck it.”
And you did. You opened your lips and let him slide into your mouth. You were hoping in a way he’d just fuck your mouth - use you like the first guy did - but his hand in your hair was more a guiding presence than anything at this point and so you found yourself bobbing slowly on his cock in between teasing the head of it with your tongue.
Giving the blowjob was definitely more humiliating than getting fucked. You were just an object to the first one, but as you brought your lips up and down some strange old man’s cock you were an active participant this time. You were doing as you were told, sucking his cock and trying to do your very best at it.
You heard the older man moan and say “Mmm, you are good at this,” and you felt him get harder in your mouth as you let him work on you.
You found yourself fantasizing as you teased and sucked - fantasizing that the cock in your mouth was your blackmailer’s. It shocked you how much the thought of sucking your blackmailer’s cock turned you on, and you found yourself giving head more eagerly and enthusiastically.
It was obviously having an effect on the man whose dick you were actually sucking, too. His grip in your hair became more firm and he started to take more control over the blowjob.
Soon he yanked back on your hair and abruptly pulled his cock out of your mouth, just in time to hear him groan and feel his hot cum hit your face in jets. At least the blindfold kept any from getting in your eyes, but you must have looked a wreck.
The older man purred, “You look so good with my cum on your face. Here, let’s make sure your master gets a good look.” He used his grip in your hair to turn your head back towards where your phone was set up on the picnic table. It felt weird to have someone casually refer to your blackmailer as your ‘master’.
And then you were alone in the wood again, the old man taking off as quickly as he came. You shivered a bit - it was getting close to sundown and you were starting to get chilly tied up naked in the woods - and you were hoping more than ever that soon you’d be freed. But part of you also fantazied about and endless stream of men just coming and finding you and unceremoniously using your body.
The next man arrived fairly shortly. “Fuck, you look you’ve already been well-used today,” were his first words as he found you and you were all too aware of the cum still on your face.
He was more vocal than the first two, and also more direct - the first thing he did was bring his hand up between your legs to feel how wet your cunt was. And damn you were wet.
He remarked on it too, “You must fucking love being handcuffed out in the woods and being used, don’t you little slut?”
“Yes, uhhh, sir,” you squeaked out.
“Sir!” He laughed. “Nah, tonight I’m just using a little fucktoy that belongs to someone else. But he’s been very generous in sharing you.”
You felt his hand still between your legs, rubbing you, and unlike the first one this man knew how to touch a woman even if he was a little bit rough about it. “Generous to me, and generous to you letting you take all this cock, eh?”
You shivered as he fingered you, but didn’t see the point in replying. You didn’t, afterall, have any choice in what cock you took. But fuck did that hand on your pussy feel good. His other hand was on your ass, and you could feel the heat of his body beside you as he played with you.
“Here’s the thing, little fucktoy”, he said with his fingers inside of you, “I want to fuck you. I love using dumb little sluts like you. But I need to hear you say it.”
You managed to retrieve enough of your awareness to ask, confusedly, “Say what?”
“Say you want me to fuck you. Ask me to fuck you, little toy.” His fingers rubbed over your clit as he asked the question.
“Please fuck me,” you found yourself saying almost automatically. You really wanted to believe you only said it because your blackmailer forced you too, but at that point you just wanted to be used more.
“That’s a good girl,” the stranger said and his hand left your body for a moment to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. You tried to listen for the sounds that might accompany him putting on a condom, but you cared a lot less about that than you should at this point.
And then he was inside of you - and this man knew how to fuck. He started off slowly - not the immediately high energy fucking of the first guy - and you were immediately eager for more.
He could obviously tell, and you could hear the smile in his voice as he said “Little bitch likes getting used, does she?” He slapped your ass - hard - and started to move himself against you harder.
Part of you were embarrassed by the sounds you made for him, but the part of you that cared about shame was very far away by that point as you took the strange man’s cock inside of you. He could obviously tell you reacted well to him slapping your ass, so he did more of it - making your ass flush and sting as he brought his hand down on your rear.
He fucked you for longer than the first guy too, and you found yourself getting swept up in the feeling of it. It was hard and he made it hurt, but your body was so ready for it. You felt his other hand lace into your hair, pulling on it and yanking your head up as he fucked you.
“A little fucktoy like you probably needs permission to cum, don’t you?”
“Yes,” you panted in between moans. You didn’t know if that was actually true, but you’d just started figuring that any control you could give up to your blackmailer you probably should. But your blackmailer wasn’t here, and the voice in your earpiece was silent.
“Well, he said I could make you do whatever I wanted,” the stranger grunted out between hard thrusts into your cunt. “So if I tell you to cum on my cock, you have to, right?”
“Yes!” you moaned out again. It made sense. Your blackmailer had told you to do what you were told to and fuck you wanted to cum and it just didn’t feel right to cum without being told to.
“Then cum on my fucking cock, fucktoy,” the man growled as he slapped your ass hard again.
And you did. You started to cum hard on the cock of a man you’d never met before, whose face you’d probably never see. A cock you were taking all to please some other man who was probably recording the whole thing, just adding to the stack of embarrassing material to use against you. It’d be hard to even argue at this point you weren’t a willing participant - moaning like a whore, back arching, cumming for this stranger…and all of it under the watchful eye of your blackmailer, probably recording every moment of it.
As you came on his cock, you heard the groans of the stranger as he slammed himself home inside of you and came hard not long after. “Fuck, you’re such a good little slut,” he repeated towards the end as his thursts slowed and he finished using you.
As he pulled out of you, he gave your ass a slap. “You’re a good little fucktoy. I hope he shares you out again.”
And not long after, the third man was gone. It was getting late and as the afterglow of your orgasm faded you started to feel the evening chill again. Your blackmailer had gone silent, and that worried you. Maybe your phone had died? You’d been out here being used for awhile.
The thought of your blackmailer not being able to see you sent a surge of panic through you, even though you were pretty sure your phone had plenty of charge. Your back ached from being bent over, and you weren’t sure how long you could stay here naked handcuffed to the tree. You sunk down onto your knees in front of the tree, and tried to angle to search the ground on the far side of the tree for the key you’d dropped there.
The search did not go well. The key couldn’t have gone far, and it should have been easy to find, but it was so small and in the dirt and leaves you started to wonder if you’d ever found it.
You worked yourself up to a near panic searching for the key, and in the process completely missed the sound of another person arriving.
You jumped and started to scream as you felt a strange hand on your hip, and then another hand was immediately clamped over your mouth to muffle the scream.
You forced yourself to calm a bit - if he was here, he must be here because your blackmailer wanted him to be, right?
But unlike the first three, he didn’t say anything. There was no hesitation in this man, as he kept one hand clamped down over your mouth, and the other hand pulled the plug out of your ass. That gave you a little surge of anxiety.
And not long after, you felt the head of his cock press into your ass and he just took you. Pushed himself inside your ass, one hand moving to grab your hip while the other kept you silent.
And without a word, he just fucked your ass. Hard.
You were lubed up already, and you’d gotten used to the plug in you so it wasn’t like he was fucking an unprepared ass dry - you were ready for him - but you could tell by the way he fucked your ass that making it hurt was a bonus as far as he was concerned.
His hands gripped you tight and you squirmed helplessly, realizing even if you were handcuffed there wasn’t much you could do to keep this man from having his way with you. He used you hard, with no hesitation, like he owned you, and not a single word. Only the grunts of pleasure he made as he used your ass - used you.
It was scary, but also intense - part of you had realized with the first three men you probably could have talked them into releasing you if you spun a sub story and talked about consent and such. But you felt less confident in that with this man. You felt so helpless in his grasp. And being helpless felt so good.
You felt his grip over your mouth and on your hip tighten as the speed of his thrusts inside of you increased, and you heard a groan from him as he came deep inside your ass - this man definitely wasn’t wearing a condom. You felt him fill you up with his cum and ached for more as his hands slackened a little bit.
He rested there for a moment, and then pulled out of you. He stood and came up to the tree, and you felt his grip in your hair as he pulled your head to his cock. You immediately knew what he wanted, and obediently opened your mouth to clean his cock off with your tongue. It humiliated you knowing how willing you were to just do that without being told to.
And then he pulled his cock away from you and you could hear him pulling his pants back up. You thought of just being left there with his cum in your ass and that taste in your mouth, and the thought was embarrassing and exciting all the same.
And then he pressed the spare handcuff key into your hand without a word.
You shivered out a quiet “thank you”, and immediately set to trying to get yourself free - but then realized you hadn’t been told you could free yourself yet.
You called out - to the man who’d just used your ass, to your blackmailer, to anyone who could tell you what to do. You needed to be told. Was it because you couldn’t risk disobeying your blackmailer and having all those humiliating images go public? Or was it just because you needed to be told what to do?
After a long, long moment you heard your blackmailer’s voice on the other end of the phone again. “Such an eager fucktoy. I’d keep a line of men to keep fucking you all night, but I think you’ve had enough for now. You’ve got my permission to unlock your handcuffs.”
Released by his words, you immediately set to unlocking the cuffs - which was harder than you would have liked, even with the key. You rubbed your wrists as you freed yourself, feeling spend and used and utterly degraded.
“You can go home now, if you want,” the voice of your blackmailer said. “Or you can turn around, take off the blindfold, and face the camera and touch yourself until you cum. Of course, that’ll just reinforce to anyone who watches the video what an eager participant you are in all of this. But I’m certainly not going to let you get yourself off when you get home, so…”
You knew what you were going to do before he even finished. You turned around, put your back to the tree, and took off the blindfold. You realized you must look a mess, and you certainly felt like one - cum on your face and leaking out your ass, your body bruised by being manhandled, the taste of ass and multiple cocks in your mouth. Utterly pathetic.
And thinking of how utterly pathetic you were, you looked into the camera as you reached down between your legs there in the wood and rubbed your clit frantically until you came for your blackmailer again.
