TITLE    : Political Blackmail Pt. 01
STORYID  : political-blackmail-pt-01
SUMMARY  : Venessa plays along to desperately try and save her career.
AUTHOR   : init4u40@lit
DATE     : 2019-01-25
CATEGORY : non-consent-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |big tits|blonde|exhibitionism|masturbation|reluctant|toys|control|office|public|blackmail|


* Trying something a little different with this one, so it might not be as fluid. The story will jump from experience to experience like entries in a journal. All characters are 18. *



Part 1: Desperation



Day 1



Venessa Robertson collapsed into her bed, exhausted from being up for over twenty-six hours straight. She had gotten up at three in the morning to make her final campaign appearances, and after making over a dozen stops throughout the day, she had celebrated the win at her campaign headquarters for hours. 



At twenty-eight years old she was one of the youngest people to ever be elected to the Tennessee House of Representatives, and was about to be the youngest sitting member. Venessa put on her pajamas as quickly as she could then climbed under her sheets, turning off the lamp beside her bed a little after six in the morning. 



Before she closed her eyes Venessa saw her phone light up with a new message, but decided she could let it go until morning. That was the last time she felt at peace and it was the start of a never-ending fight to save her political career. 



Day 2



She made herself get up at noon, heading to the shower to refresh herself before starting in on the first day of her new career. Venessa couldn't have been happier, she had won her seat by a large margin and the polls showed she was very popular across the entire state. She hoped to run for governor one day and eventually for president, so she felt like she had made a great step towards her goals.



After making a pot of coffee she grabbed her phone before sitting down at the table to read through her messages. She knew her team and campaign manager would be sorting through her emails, so Venessa began responding to the dozens of texts she had gotten since she went to bed. Most were from friends and family congratulating her, several were from members of the House welcoming her to the group, but the final one she remembered receiving just before bed made her heart drop. It was from a number she didn't know, but she did recognize the pictures.



Tennessee was conservative and she had run her campaign based on conservative values, garnering strong support from the heavily Christian population. Her opponents had attacked her youth, saying she could be easily swayed; but, to try and pry her religious support base away, they had also used a picture of her from a college party her freshman year. She had been wearing a short low-cut dress and was drinking.



Even though everyone had accepted her apology for the mistake as a typical college experience, Venessa was terrified by the thought of these new pictures getting out, worried they would ruin her promising career before it ever got started. There were no words in the message, only two pictures, and although they had been taken privately when she was only twenty-two, her constituents wouldn't accept it being done out of wedlock.



Venessa's roommate in college was a photography major, and as a birthday present for her boyfriend at the time, she had asked her roommate to take some boudoir pictures. Venessa was gorgeous, her friend even called her "goddess" as a joke sometimes, so the girl had been excited to take the pictures after trying to recruit Venessa as a model multiple times. 



She was five foot eight inches tall, giving her long sexy legs; and, Venessa liked to work out to go with her strict diet, so she had smooth toned arms and a flat stomach as well. She also had a beautiful face with big blue eyes and long blonde hair that fell all the way to her belly button. However, men drooled over her curves, she had perfectly firm DD cup breasts and a nice round ass, that coupled with her thin waist gave her a sexy hourglass figure.



In the first picture Venessa was laying on her back on a bed, looking up and back at the camera while she bit her lip, using one arm to cover her breasts with her fingers just covering her second nipple; meanwhile, her other hand pulled a bed sheet over her waist with her legs bent and laying to one side, leaving her legs completely exposed and part of her ass showing. In the second picture she was standing, facing away from the camera as she stood in a doorway; but, all she had on was a hot pink thong and black heels, with her hands and feet spread to the corners of the door frame, sticking her ass out as she looked back at it over her shoulder.



Venessa had never sent the pictures and her friend had promised to never use them, so she had no idea who could have possibly found them. 'Who is this and what do you want?' she responded after contemplating what to do for over an hour. Almost immediately, she received a video in response, something she didn't know existed and would make things even worse for her if released. Venessa watched as she popped a pill in her mouth next to several other girls at a college party, knowing using party drugs was a bad enough look. Then the video skipped forward to her competing in...and winning a wet t-shirt contest with no bra on. Finally ending with her making out with another girl in the middle of a group of guys at the party.



She sat in stunned silence, knowing she had no future if any of it was released, then she got another message a few minutes later. 'I have more videos and dozens of pictures. If you follow my instructions they will stay our secret. I'll be in touch soon!' 



Day 7



Nearly a week had passed since she had received any message from the anonymous number, and Venessa had almost started to think she was lucky enough she wouldn't hear from them again. She had settled into her office, started to get to know the members of her staff, and was holding meetings with other members of the House.



Venessa sat at her desk eating lunch and opening her mail while she discussed her schedule with her chief of staff. Suddenly, she coughed as she choked on her drink when she opened the last envelope, assuring her friend she was ok before asking to finish her lunch in private. In the envelope was another picture, only this time it was printed out and had a note on the back.



The picture showed her sitting on a bed on her knees, legs spread open wearing a hot pink thong and bra as she looked at the camera. The note read, 'Remake this picture, same pose and pink lingerie. Text it to me by six o'clock tonight, or I'll send this one to every member of the House.'



It took everything she had not to scream but Venessa opened her door and asked the secretary where the envelope came from, something the girl didn't know. After attending her last two meetings for the day, Venessa left the office and stopped at a lingerie store on the way home to buy a pink thong and bra.



She angrily took the picture and texted it to the anonymous number, but they responded, 'Not good enough, do better.' Venessa sent nearly a dozen more before they let her stop, and after they accepted her last try they answered, 'Ok, you'll get another one tomorrow.'



Day 14



Every day for a week Venessa had left work early to buy a new set of underwear so she could take an erotic selfie at home for the anonymous man. However, one morning she had woke up to a text with new instructions, 'Today you will wear a skirt with no panties. Send a picture of your shaved pussy at the top of every hour as proof.'



Venessa spent all morning debating if she should go through with it or not, eventually deciding it was still only pictures and seeing no way to stop it without ruining her career. For the first five hours she had managed to make it back to her office to take the picture, but after lunch she was in a meeting for over two hours. She excused herself to the restroom the first time but the second hour of the meeting she was stuck in discussion.



She was sweating bullets, nervously looking around to see who could possibly catch her if she took a picture under the table. Venessa watched the clock anxiously, trying to find a moment she could run to the restroom again, but people kept asking her questions directly. As the time ticked past the top of the hour she decided to just go for it. Venessa spread her legs and clicked the picture, but it was too dark, she had to take it again with her legs spread farther apart. Luckily for her the second one worked, and even though she was ten minutes late, the man had told her it was a great picture.



When she made it back to her office, Venessa was ashamed of what she had done, but at the same time she was relieved she had pulled it off. Since she didn't have to rush home for the first time in a week, she stayed at work until midnight, making sure to send the picture every hour after the man told her to keep gong as long as she was at work. 



She told him when she was leaving for the night so she could stop sending pictures, glad the day was over, but as she locked the door her phone lit up. 'Tomorrow wear a dress, it should probably be short to make it easier to get pictures.'



Day 20



For two days straight Venessa did not receive any instructions, and it had made her worry if that might be a bad sign. However, at lunch on the third day, she got a new text. 'Before you leave tonight, you will strip and send a picture from your office completely nude.'



Her heart was racing all afternoon, and starting at eight o'clock she had been looking out of her door constantly to see who was still in the building, waiting to be alone. Finally, around eleven it was only Venessa and her secretary left, so she sent the girl home for the night and locked her office door.



Venessa undressed herself, and although she was still angry about the situation, she could feel butterflies in her stomach as she prepared to take the picture. She started to take a selfie from above looking down while she was standing up, but thought it might look better if she sat on the edge of her desk. Then shame overwhelmed her as she realized she was actually thinking about what might look better for her tormentor and might be slightly enjoying the moment.



With her face still burning red she stood in front of the big mirror in her office and snapped the picture, sending it off immediately. Before she finished getting dressed she got a reply to her message, 'Good girl! Tomorrow send one at lunch too.'



Day 24



For several days Venessa had been stripping completely naked in her office twice a day, while also having to send pictures of her exposed breasts or pussy every few hours. She had gotten better at being sneaky about it, not allowing it to control her day anymore; and, since she had had accepted sending whatever she was told, she had allowed herself to get a small thrill out of it, snapping her pictures in more risky places. 



One night she had sent off her final picture and was preparing to leave when she received instructions for something new. Venessa was stunned as she read the message, standing in her office half dressed in silence, contemplating yet again if she could go through with it. The man must have sensed her hesitation when she didn't reply, because after a couple minutes he texted, 'You know what happens if you don't.'



Venessa slowly cracked open her office door, peaking out to make sure everyone was gone for the night before she opened it all the way. It took her a while but she managed to prop her phone up on her desk so that it was looking down at the floor and out through the open door to the hallway.



Her mind was racing as she took her bra and skirt back off, nervous she would get caught even though it was after one in the morning. Hesitantly, Venessa pressed record on the camera then laid down in front of it on the floor, scooting over so she was in the center of the video and in front of the open door.



She was facing her desk with her back to the hallway, legs spread apart so the camera could see her pussy. Hoping to get it over with as quick as possible, Venessa licked her fingers and began rubbing her clit as fast as she could. It only took a couple minutes for her body to respond, and once she got wet she found the naughtiness of her act to be kind of exciting.



Venessa still wanted to get it over with but she found herself slowing down as she got into it a little more, pinching her nipple with her other hand and panting as she wiggled her hips. Finally, she moaned and arched her back, orgasming more powerfully than she expected. She laid in the floor breathing heavily for several minutes while she contemplated what she had done; wondering if there was something wrong with her for enjoying herself, and unsure of just how much of it had been completely against her will.



Eventually, she sat up to get dressed, sitting down in her office chair to watch the video and make sure it met the requirements. Once she saw the angle and view were right she sent it, then grabbed her purse to head to her car as it continued playing. Venessa was surprised at how long the video was as she walked through the empty garage watching the playback, but she stopped dead in her tracks and screamed in shock with about two-minutes left.



To Venessa's horror, there was motion in the background of the video. Although it was too far away for her to see clearly, someone had walked across the opening at the end of the hallway; and, they had definitely seen her, stopping in the middle to stare before moving to the side to watch from around the corner until she finished.



Venessa had been in tears the whole drive home, furious she had let herself be seen and terrified about what might happen or who it could've been watching her. After she made it inside she saw the man had replied with only one word. 



'Perfect!'



Day 33



Over a week went by with no new messages, and Venessa had spent every waking minute of it scared to death she was going to meet the person on the video. She was so paranoid that every time she talked to someone she was looking for any sign it had been them, debating in her mind if they were looking at her or acting differently. 



She began to think her mystery man had gotten cold feet after he noticed the person watching in the video, that maybe he was scared if she got caught he would be exposed too. However, at lunch one day she got a new message, and her anger returned immediately.



Anonymous: 'Hey babe! Ready to make a new video?'



Venessa: 'Fuck off!! I'm done doing anything for you!'



Anonymous: 'Aww c'mon, we're just getting started. I've got big plans for us.'



Venessa: 'I have your number. I'll give it to the cops if you don't stop right now.'



Anonymous: 'Haha! How stupid are you? This is a burner phone.' 



Venessa: 'Whatever. I'm done. Somebody saw me!'



Anonymous: 'You know I have over fifty pictures from you at work now right? Not to mention your little video you look so ravenous in.'



Venessa's confidence broke quickly as she realized the man was right. Even if she could somehow manage to prove he had been blackmailing her to send all the pictures, people would never forget that video if it was released. After not responding for half an hour she got a follow up text, 'You think about it for a day. If you text me before tomorrow at midnight I won't put the video up on every porn site I can think of.'



Day 34



'What do you want me to do?' Venessa asked after getting drunk at her house after work. She had spent all day trying to decide if she should tell her chief of staff and resign, or go back to playing along to keep the secret. Eventually, after a whole bottle of wine, she convinced herself she could handle it on her own. 



Within an hour the man answered, 'I knew you couldn't resist, and since you are being good I'll let you make your videos at home for a while. Starting tomorrow morning, I will send you a link to a video online. You will watch it in full then recreate it that night, outfit, pose, and action.'



Day 37



For two nights Venessa had laid in her bed making a video not too dissimilar from what she had done in her office. However, on the third morning the video she watched was something she had no idea how to recreate; and, when she said as much, the man had answered, 'Get a webcam and visit a sex shop.'



Once again Venessa was back to thinking about her predicament all day long while she was at work. On the way home she had stopped at an electronics store to get a webcam, then went to the lingerie store she had visited previously to buy the other items. When she got home she closed all her curtains then started getting ready.



Venessa sat up her new webcam in the living room, checking the angle was right before she sat down in front of it and pressed record. Just like in the video, she had her long blonde hair up in a ponytail with it curled; and, all she was wearing was a sky-blue lace lingerie babydoll so short it barely reached her hips and completely see through so her breasts were showing.



The video had been a tutorial of sorts, so the first thing Venessa did was show off the new toy she had bought, holding the package up in front of herself. She pulled the dildo out of the box before holding it up again, showing it was a seven-inch rubber toy that was as thick as three of her fingers and shaped like a cock with a large suction cup on the bottom.



After sticking the toy to the hardwood floor in front of herself Venessa sat up on her knees, hesitating briefly before she moved over it. She grabbed it in her hand to hold it upright as she spread her knees wider, lowering herself so she could push the head into her pussy. She looked up at the camera as she grimaced and pushed a few more inches in, then let go of it to reach back and grab her ass with both hands.



Venessa slowly bobbed up and down to try to lube up the dildo so she could take more of it inside herself. She knew she had to take all of it before she moved on, just like in the video, but it was bigger than her last few boyfriends had been. After several minutes she managed to take all of it once she had started getting wet, sitting all the way on the ground with her knees spread wide open.



It had been a while since Venessa had been with a man and she had not used a dildo before, so she was surprised how good it felt to have something deep in her pussy again. She rubbed her hands up her stomach to squeeze both her big breasts then interlocked her fingers on top of her head. She stared into the camera as she began gradually bouncing up and down, making sure to lift all the way up before dropping back down.



She was trying to resist making any noises to give away what she was feeling, but she didn't realize she was picking up speed. Before long Venessa just gave in as her body betrayed her, moaning and biting her lip as she could hear how wet her pussy was getting. She forced her knees farther apart as she wildly bounced on the rubber dildo, still somewhat trying to control her moaning.



When she felt herself getting close to orgasming Venessa quickly grabbed the bottom of her lingerie, pulling it over her head so she could throw it away. Once they were completely unrestricted her huge tits were bouncing uncontrollably, and she grabbed her ass again with both hands to give the camera a full view. 



Venessa wanted to rub her clit as soon as she felt the warmth building inside her, but she knew that wasn't in the video so she resisted; even so, the orgasm erupted out of her as she threw her head back and cried out in relief, all while burying the dildo all the way in herself. She slowly lifted herself up and down while she was coming down from her orgasm then reached forward to stop the video.



After lifting herself off the toy Venessa sprawled out in her floor, still breathing heavily as she realized how hard she had been working. She gave herself a few minutes before she plugged the camera into her computer and downloaded the video. Once she was done showering Venessa saved it to her phone and sent it to the man, then passed out in her bed more relaxed than she had been in a long while.

<hr pg="2" />Day 42



Venessa had stopped at the sex shop again on her way home to get more new toys for her next video. Only this time she had been more embarrassed than ever before, and for multiple reasons. First, when she had walked in, the girl behind the counter had recognized her and said, "Back again so soon? You're becoming a regular here!".



If that hadn't been bad enough, Venessa had to ask the girl for help finding something she had no clue how to use. The man's link that morning had included a message that hadn't stopped bouncing around in her head all day. 'Don't forget the butt plug.' 



After choosing a small chrome plug with a pink jewel on the end, she had headed home to complete her task for the night. Venessa set her camera up in the living room floor again but she put off starting for over an hour. It took her three large glasses of wine and two shots of whiskey before she could bring herself to get in front of the camera.



Venessa had never imagined doing anything related to anal, so she was very nervous about using her new toy, but she was just as apprehensive about the first part of her video. She had bought a second item at the shop earlier, she just hadn't been as ashamed of it until it was time to use it.



After starting the video and sitting in front of it on the floor, Venessa showed off her new item with her face burning red in embarrassment. It was bright purple, very flexible, and although it was noticeably thinner than her first dildo, it was over a foot and a half long and double sided. 



She timidly licked up the side of it then sucked the tip into her mouth, stroking down the length of it with her hand. Venessa slowly pushed more of it in her mouth until it hit the back of her throat and made her gag. She hadn't given a blow job since she was a freshman in college because she usually decided what happened in bed, and that guy had been small so taking all of him was easy.



Venessa yanked the dildo out of her mouth quickly and remembered she had other things to do from the video to give herself a break. She spit on the toy then worked it through her cleavage, using her free hand to press her tits together around it. Knowing she had to take more of it down her throat she tried again, hoping she would be able to get away with only taking half.



After a few failed tries, she decided to just commit to deepthroating the toy, so Venessa forced it in her throat, gagging herself and causing tears to streak down her face. After several more attempts she managed to get close to half of it in, gagging hard around it and leaving thick strands of spit connected to her mouth when she pulled it out to gasp for air. 



Venessa slid the slimy dildo between her tits as makeup ran down her face, then shoved it back in her throat, working it in and out like she was sucking a real cock, and oddly feeling accomplished for taking nearly a foot of it. Realizing what she was thinking made her feel ashamed, so she stopped to move on to the second part of her video.



She turned around in front of the camera then bent over, spreading her knees and sticking her ass up in the air. Venessa grabbed her new butt plug before reaching back between her legs. She was already feeling so degraded and angry with herself she didn't dwell on using it, she just lined it up with her ass and pushed it in.



The camera could only see her ass and pussy, but Venessa's face twisted and she groaned as the bulb pushed into her. After adjusting to the feeling for a second she rubbed her hand across her pussy, finding she was already wet. Then she slid two fingers into herself and slowly began working them in and out of her pussy.



Venessa cupped her other hand over mouth to stifle herself once she began fingering her pussy faster and faster. It only took a few minutes for her to begin feeling the orgasm building in her; and, by that time she already felt like a complete whore, so she let go of her mouth to fuck herself with the dildo in one hand while rubbing her clit with the other. 



She couldn't keep herself from orgasming any longer, or from moaning loudly as she kept rubbing her dripping pussy. Venessa continued ramming the dildo into herself too, making her strained moaning get higher pitched. Not to mention her head started spinning from the alcohol, adrenalin, and pleasure she was forcing out of herself.



She had to shout out, CUMMING!" with each orgasm until she reached five, but Venessa could feel something building inside her, so she only picked up the pace with both hands after each spasm. Suddenly, she squealed as her pussy squirted and euphoria flooded her body in a way she had never felt before. 



Venessa had no idea how long the overwhelming orgasm lasted before she let her legs stretch out to the side as she collapsed to the floor. She pulled the dildo out of herself and dropped it to the side, still lightly rubbing her twitching pussy with her other hand. After she caught her breath she pushed herself up, her legs and arms quivering as she reached back to pull the butt plug out.



She was ashamed again, hiding her face from the camera as she slowly moved to go take a bath. Over an hour later she woke up after dozing off in the warm water; then Venessa put her robe on while she uploaded the video to her phone, sending it off as she climbed into bed. Sometime after she passed out the man replied, 'Damn babe, I watched that three times in a row! Wear a pink skirt and heels with no panties tomorrow, and keep your plug in all day. Send me proof.'



Day 43



It had been hard for Venessa to walk with the plug in, but it was even harder to get comfortable sitting in her chair or in meetings. It wasn't until almost two that she got a break, slamming the door to her office so she could take her most recent picture. Not five minutes after she sent it her secretary buzzed her on the intercom, saying there was someone there to see her, but Venessa answered shortly she did not want to be disturbed.



Before she got a reply her office door swung open, and as she started to yell at the girl, Venessa realized it was not her fault. "Surely you have a few minutes for an old friend," said the man as he walked in. She told her secretary it was ok but she was very surprised to see her old boyfriend Aaron Branson. 



Venessa slowly stood up and walked around her desk to greet him, making Aaron ask, "Are you ok? I hope I'm not interrupting anything important." She laughed him off and told him she was just tired and ready to eat lunch, so he offered to take her out, insisting she go with him to get out of the office for a while. 



As much as she didn't want to, Venessa finally agreed after Aaron kept at her, guilting her into it by saying he had only stopped by to congratulate her after hearing about her election. He drove them to a park then stopped to get out, making Venessa confused as she looked around for a restaurant. 



Aaron walked around to open her door, helping her out while she held down her skirt as he said, "It's a really nice day. I figured we could walk across the park first, then eat by the river." Venessa didn't know what to say or how to get out of it without seeming rude so she reluctantly agreed. She had to concentrate to pay attention to the conversation while she uncomfortably walked next to Aaron more quickly than she would've liked.



When they finally reached the small lunch place by the water Venessa realized it was just after three, but there was nowhere for her to hide to take her picture. They were sitting at a small two-person table next to the walkway, with people passing by constantly and others sitting at small tables around them. 



Seeing no alternative, Venessa held her phone under the table and snapped her picture. Unfortunately for her however, when she looked up she saw two guys at a table in front of her had seen, looking off quickly as they started talking about it; and, a woman running by had seen too, shaking her head as she looked down at Venessa in disgust.



Venessa's face flashed red in embarrassment, jumping when Aaron asked, "Are you sure you're ok? You seem distracted." She was mad at herself again for getting caught, so she sent off her picture as quickly as possible, trying to dismiss Aaron's question by saying the new position was stressful.



However, there was nothing that could have prepared her for what happened next. She didn't even see Aaron's phone go off as she dwelled on the humiliation of being seen, noticing the guys looking back at her again; but, her mouth fell open in shock as she stared at his phone when he turned it to show her the picture she had just sent. 



"Wow! That's a good one," Aaron said jokingly, with a big smile on his face. Venessa was so angry, ashamed, confused, and more than anything completely stunned, that she couldn't get words out of her mouth. In her haste to get away from Aaron, she tripped on her heels and her skirt blew up as she fell, showing her bare ass and the jeweled butt plug to the thirty something people around.



Venessa got up and ran as fast she could in her heels, hearing Aaron shout from behind, "See you tomorrow!"



Day 44



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